#jersey tag that is apparently broken

[aristocratic-otter]

Woohoo, I'm down to five WIPs again! (Ok, at least two are waiting in the wings. But I officially haven't started writing those yet, so they don't count.) It's late, but I haven't posted in forever, so I'm determined to do that today.

It's been a long time since I posted, and so much glorious work has gone up in that time. Friends, your talent humbles me, and at the same time makes me so proud of the brilliancy of this fandom. Thank you to @cutestkilla, @palimpsessed, @blackberrysummerblog, @nightimedreamersghost, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @shemakesmeforget, @artsyunderstudy

Snippets and tags under the cut

From: To Heal a Broken Mind (House AU):

“I regret…I regret so many things. But, most of all, I regret pushing you away. Making you think I hated you. Making you feel less.”

He looks surprised. “Making me think you hated me? You didn’t hate me?”

I shake my head. “I never did. I just…there were so many outside influences in my life, people I desperately wanted to please or impress, and being friendly with Mage’s chosen one would have made those people very unhappy. I’m sorry. I should have made my own decisions about how to act. But I was young, and stupid.”

“We both were, Baz,” Simon says, and he reaches out a hand and lays it over mine. It’s warm and soft. It’s clearly been years since he used it in the kind of manual labour and exercise that used to make his skin hard and calloused. I stare at it. “I was a prat to you, too. I gave as good as I got, honestly. We were both immature brats. I stopped blaming you for that years ago, Baz.”

“I—” I clear my throat, trying to pull back the tears that burn my eyes at his forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But I’ll take it. I try again. “I want to try again, Snow. Try to be friends, I mean. If you’re willing to give me another chance.”

Simon smiles broadly, and this time there’s no hint of sadness in his face. “I’d love to, Baz.”

If my heart wants to hear those words as “I love you, Baz,” I’ll never tell. 

From: Raising Dragons

I’m desperate enough that I’ve even asked Shepard Bunce for advice. He was the least comforting of all. “I don’t know too many hybrids,” he told me. “And they were all creature/normal hybrids, not creature/mage hybrids. But I do know that the creature powers and instincts were reduced in the hybrid offspring. Like the Jersey devil’s two kids can only make folk anxious with their screams, not out-of-their-mind-with-terror like the screams of their monster parent.”

From: Double Your Pleasure (EGF 2023, posting next week)

Suddenly, I need to see his beautiful eyes. “Baz…” I whisper.

His long, thick black eyelashes quiver, and his pale pink tongue peeks out of his mouth long enough to glide wetly over his lips. Slowly, so slowly, he tilts his head towards me and, when he’s finally facing me, his eyes flicker open. They’re misty with pleasure and so dilated I can only see a ring of pewter around the black irises, but I feel my heart settle into a more contented rhythm once I can see them. 

“I love you,” I whisper.

From: Westward Son (COTTA 2021)

Penelope’s alive and that’s the most important thing, I tell myself as we make the last few short crossings, from island to island and island to shore. I don’t tell Simon that. I know he’d agree with me, but he loved those animals. He’d given them all names and he’d cared for them and babied their every hurt. His face has been drenched with tears on top of river water ever since he realized.

From: Saving Simon Snow

Simon

Two days ago, I was certain I’d be dead of deliberate starvation by now. Two hours ago, I was certain that Baz’s plan had no chance of working, that he’d doomed himself along with me.

Now? I’m certain of nothing. 

I just know that Baz’s life rests on me convincing him to go through with this. I know he hates me. I know that being married to me is probably revolting to him. But I noticed what Baz apparently did not. I am magically cursed to not be able to be unfaithful to him. Baz is not under any compulsion at all. 

Even if I’ll never be happy, even if Baz is forced to keep me hanging around, a perpetual roommate, he can still find love in someone else’s arms. 

From: A secret project, gift fic for members of the discord valentine's exchange (will be posted on AO3 once everyone has gotten their valentines:

“Whoa,” Simon breathes. “D’you think it was real dragons? And are they still there?”

“Not likely,” I answer him. “This city has been settled for far too long for any dragon to be comfortable near it, I think. But they may have been here in the distant past. It was in this region where St. George reputedly slew a dragon. Though those old Christian priests were infamous exaggerators. Probably George fought a crocodile or a monitor lizard.”

Tagging for Wednesday, or just passing along a belated happy Valentine's day to you all, everyone above as well as

@annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @fight-surrender, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @giishu, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @johnwgrey, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @martsonmars, @mostlymaudlin, @nightimedreamersghost, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @theearlgreymage, @technetiumai, @tea-brigade, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

#COTTA 2021 #egf2023 #xanadu Au #Valentine's day #Forced Marriage #Dragon Babies #wip wednesday #co/ws/awtwb #simon snow series

[leclerc-s]

the blue - part one

summary: falling in love with your brother's best friend was a cliche and amelia holland promised she'd never fall victim to that cliche. and it had worked for the longest time until suddenly he seemed like the perfect person for her. but he toyed with her, twisted the knife in her like she meant nothing and then he walked in. he came out of the blue and she realized getting her heartbroken by harrison had been the best thing to ever happen to her because it brought her him.

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amelia glared at her brother for what felt like the 100th time, he was a liar who she no longer trusted.

tom turned to look at her and laughed at her pout, “i told you he wasn’t a driver for them anymore.”

“i thought you were lying to me,” amelia replied, “i can’t believe i flew out from new jersey to be disappointed like this.”

"wow," tom breathed out, "not even getting to spend time with your favorite brothers could ruin your disappointment."

"you're not my favorite, sam and harry are."

"oh look, there's lando norris, his new teammate shouldn't be far," paddy pointed out, "we should go say hello."

"no," amelia protested, "we shouldn't. danny's not with him. who's the new teammate anyways? i bet he's not as good as danny."

"wow, and here i thought i was a good driver to be in f1," an australian voice said, "massive daniel ricciardo fan, i take it?"

tom and paddy snickered, watching as amelia turned around in horror to face the owner of the voice. she grimaced, "sorry, i'm bitter."

"you don't say?" he teased.

"i also had no clue danny had left mclaren, i've been busy. not that it's an excuse to shit on your skills, i'm sure you're a great driver. i'm just a huge daniel ricciardo fan. in my defense i also didn't know sebastian vettel had retired, sometimes i'm chronically offline other times i'm not," amelia rambled, she stuck her hand out for a handshake, "amelia holland."

the australian smiled, "oscar piastri, pleasure to meet you. even if you did shit on my skills."

"i'm sorry," she apologized and oscar laughed, "no problem, you wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last."

her brothers continued snickering, only this time they were joined by the other mclaren driver. lando raised an eyebrow at both of them, "you two done flirting?"

"tom done talking you ear off about golf and his girlfriend?" amelia snarked back, "and we weren't flirting."

"sure," paddy joked, "and the sun is green."

amelia noticed a specific blonde coming their way, and she ducked down, "i need to use the bathroom. i'll be back later."

she rushed away before her brothers could protest. it apparently hadn't been quick enough because she heard his voice call out to her but she ignored him. amelia was a coward and she knew it, she wasn't ready to face him, not after he had broken her heart and twisted the knife by introducing a girlfriend to them two weeks later.

ameliaholland cropped paddy out because he pissed me off. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME DANIEL RICCIARDO WASN'T DRIVING FOR MCLAREN ANYMORE??

tagged: tomholland2013, mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri

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username this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve ever seen and i’m a ferrari fan.

username oh lord, someone’s been too busy in the studio to keep up with f1

↳ ameliaholland DON’T REMIND ME!! I FLEW OUT FROM THE STATES FOR THIS??

↳ username totally forgot girlie flew straight from a taylor swift concert to be at the monaco gp

tomholland2013 i literally texted you that danny wasn’t driving for mclaren when it was announced.

username JUSTICE FOR PADDY!!

↳ ameliaholland fuck paddy, he was being a little shit.

ameliaholland posted new stories

took a wrong turn and ended up in the wrong garage

someone get danny ric back in an f1 car!

met some pretty weird guys in monaco

landonorris and oscarpiastri just followed you!

you ditched us for red bull?

no, i actually did take a wrong turn and ended up there. one of their assistants helped get me back to mclaren hospitality.

are you feeling okay? did harrison do something to you?

no, why would you ask that?

okay, i know we joke about me being stupid, but i'm not. i notice things, especially when it comes to my sister.

i'm fine, i just don't like his girlfriend

because she has the one thing that you want?

woah, what?

like i said, i notice things amelia, i know you like him.

i did. i don't think i do anymore, if any of my current songs i've written are anything to go by.

ooh new music? inspired by my dickhead of a best friend? i will be streaming and not because you're my baby sister.

TWO WEEKS LATER

ameliaholland a series of beach trips inspired me. say don’t go, out now.

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username MS.HOLLAND? WHO HURT YOU?

username WE RIDE AT DAWN!!

landonorris okay, but who hurt my new best friend? do i need to throw hands?

↳ ameliaholland i wasn’t aware we were best friends?

↳ landonorris dude. we bonded over missing danny. we’re best friends now.

oscarpiastri now i get why lando’s crying.

↳ landonorris SHUT UP YOU MUPPET!

↳ ameliaholland are you crying too piastri?

↳ oscarpiastri full on sobbing

tomholland2013 oh i get it now.

↳ ameliaholland shut your trap thomas!

↳ username what do you get mr.holland? spill the tea!

hazosterfield great song amelia!

taylorswift it's a beautiful song amelia 🩵

↳ ameliaholland thank you mother 🩵!

tuwaine who hurt you?

↳ ameliaholland life. life hurt me.

↳ tomholland2013 is that what we're calling him now?

↳ ameliaholland do you ever know how to shut up?

danielricciardo so this is the person lando claims he's trauma bonded with? interesting. cool song. who hurt you?

↳ ameliaholland I'M GONNA SCREAM!!

amelia holland DANIEL RICCIARDO KNOWS WHO I AM!! REJOICE!

lando norris YOU'RE WELCOME!! THIS IS MY DOING!

oscar piastri yeah, because you've been playing the song on a loop all day. i think max is close to strangling you.

amelia holland does max verstappen hate me? oscar piastri no, it's lando because he sounds like a dying cow singing. amelia holland oh thank god, i don't think i could stand being hated by an f1 driver

lando norris on a completely different topic, who hurt you so much? will there be more heartbreaking songs coming our way?

amelia holland maybe. maybe not. who knows.

lando norris you do! you know! and i know you're dodging the question! i'll just ask your brother, i know he knows.

oscar piastri you have her brother's number? lando norris of course not, i am followed by him on instagram, i can just dm.

amelia holland i don't want to talk about it. not right now.

lando norris fine, but i will find out the truth amelia. so are you going to be at silverstone?

amelia holland i have a show on the 8th? and then again the next weekend?

lando norris so? are you coming or not? you made it to the monaco gp and you had a show the day before?

oscar piastri she's going to be tired lando.

lando norris okay, will you at least watch the race bestie?

amelia holland of course, i want to watch max verstappen win again.

lando norris wow! okay. i now hate you. friendship over. tom is the superior holland

¡leclerc-s speaks! ignoring the fact that i've already used gracie as a faceclaim in another fic, i present the blue to you! i am charles and oscar girlie and let me tell you, brazil was not my weekend. i was struggling and oscar deserves more love. i have way too many ideas bouncing around in my head which is why i'm constantly putting new fics out. let's quickly ignore the fact that say don't go is a taylor swift song for the sake of the story and any future songs used in this.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the blue series #formula 1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x female oc #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 fic #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au

[nmpteenarchivedlol]

>> Sees all the cute girls. Animu blushus ensue.

“ Well, ladies- “

Jenny leans over to the blushing girl, resting her chin daintily on her knuckles and nearby Evedine followed suit. Jersey, Nancy, and Amaretto’s eyes popped up from their books, the group reading circle more or less, and Zilia giggled a bit, realizing the situation before most of the others. 

“ It seems our visitor is a little flustered. “

The woman added, gaining the attention of Sam, Cruze, and Ana-Vivas- in which Ana-Vivas snickered in response.

‘That isn’t much news for me, encantador, I turn heads flawlessly.‘

The singer threw a hand up to toss some hair off her shoulder, the words earning a scoff from the other side of the room- specifically where Skidmore, Calysta, and H.K. sulked in their usual negativity. 

“Yeah, turn heads away.”

Skidmore grumbled, turning her head away as if her words were a cue. Jocelyn heavily sat down in the chair beside Sheena and kicked up her feet onto the table, tipping her head back to take a swig from her bottle. 

“Nah, y’gals keep it tropical in ‘ere. She’s probably ‘bout t’ave a heat stroke.”

The pirate noted, taking her hat off and fanning Sheena a little. 

` Chérie rouge, do you need some water? `

Chevy came from behind Sheena, her usual lacy, flowing dressed self kneeling down beside the red panda. 

` We have cold and room temperature because some people are picky. ` 

Her eyes shift to Harrison who sat nearby, overhearing the comment and letting out a, ‘hey!’ in response. 

#rubedo-soul #` the sexed one ` jenny acacia wahine #` the reserved one ` rezeve pwomet #` the curious one ` jersey amaranth #` the nice one ` nancy nero agneli #` the shy one ` amaretto letrasp #/jersey tag that is apparently broken #` the weird one ` calysta archie #` the angry one ` skidmore rubicund #` the silent one ` h.k. 'ele'ele #` the gunned one ` harrison cora james #` the lacy one ` ensercel 'chevy' ficent #` the goddess one ` tom vesta / zilia #` the pirate one ` jocelyn viera #` the crazy one ` cruze archie #` the adventurous one ` sam ka lani sam #` the famous one ` ana-vivas santos #//OF THE GORLS EXCEPT PAS #//im just picturing this and just-- imaging this as a drawing

[everythinghughes]

devils game storytime!!

so i forgot i was supposed to write this for the people who asked LMAO

but here it is :)

so my mom and i left kinda late but the timing seemed okay enough that i wouldn't miss warm ups which was a very good thing. the game started at 7 and we got there at like 6:15ish, so there was still a considerable amount of time left before puck drop but then it takes FORTY FUCKING MINUTES to find parking so fuck you scotiabank parking.

by the time we got in warmups had unfortunately ended and i was really sad about it. but then we sat down next to these really nice guys who offered to buy me food and stuff which was super sweet of them and they were very amused by my crush on jack. so every time jack skated by they'd yell his name like crazy fangirls which i thought was super funny.

we were next to the tunnel here the devils came out onto the ice too so they chirped all the devils players as they walked in and out of the dressing room.

but anyway i fangirl over jack the entire game and make eye contact with him (literally stopped breathing oops). then during the first intermission a nj devils trainer official was standing right next to us (the tunnel where the devils come out) so my mom and i asked if we could try and get my jersey signed by jack. he said he'd try but it didn't end up happening since they were busy and SUPER pissed about the loss.

like i witnessed jack yell fuck at the top of his lungs. he was super frustrated

BUT ALAS MY FRIENDS THINGS GET BETTER

the same nj official gave me kevin bahl's broken stick!! and my dad fixed it so now i just have his hockey stick chilling in my room and i'm SO FREAKING HAPPY!!

like it was one of the greatest nights of my life and a totally unreal experience.

justin bieber was there too, which was so sick.

i'm trying to think about what else happened

OH

apparently there was a fight in the stands and they were kicked out!!

and when i was walking out of the arena with the stick i felt like a celebrity cause people were staring and pointing and asking where i got the stick (obviously not seeing the devils jersey under my jacket)

but that was the whole experience and now i'm just gonna ramble about jack for a second

HE IS REALLY SHORT LIKE THE SHORTEST ON THE TEAM I THINK

i swear he was like 5'11 but he looked 5'9...

on skates.

so idk what's going on there but he was so gorgeous like everything i ever imagined and more.

HIS HANDS AND HIS HAIR FUCK ME MAN

he is overall the most attractive guy i have ever seen irl because i actually saw him irl LIKE HE WAS INFRONT OF ME

i am super thankful that i got this opportunity to watch him and the rest of the guys play with such good seats so a huge thanks to my mom (even though she wont read this). also thank you to the devils official who gave me the stick because you're awesome :)

to be real with you guys, i've been waiting 4 years for a chance to see the devils/jack play irl and will 100% be going again when luke and eddy are playing as devils

god i cant wait for that day to come

okay im done thanks for listening

tagging them because they commented on my earlier post

@misunderstoodwerewolf

#jack hughes #cc got to see her jackjack #nj devils #new jersey devils #kevin bahl

[333dolans]

If By Chance // E.D

Summary: It’s been 2 years since she’d last seen him, what would happen if by chance they were to meet once more?

Tags: @rhyrhy462 @evergreendolan @dolansficsandpics @fangdolan @livexdolan @blindedbythelightt @baby-grayson @prettyboydolan @delightfuldolan @bingexdolan @sosweetgrethan @episkygrant @soledadgray @dolanissues @pineappledols @vinylhazza @hydrograyson @velvetdolan @baby-turtles @szadolans @cutestdolans @brockdolan @mercurygrant @abstractstardiva @guiltydols @blazedgraysons @blackpinkdolan @vintagedolan @babeygray @babey-gray @dolanpornhub @tadadolan @onlyyyariii @voidmalfoy @glossydols @nikesbailey @graysonsdol

If someone were to tell Aurora Beckett’s 12 year old self that by the time she was 20, she would of lost all contact with Ethan Dolan? She would of thought the notion to be absolutely absurd.

Since the first day of 4th grade when two identical boys approached her as she sat alone, leg bobbing up and down nervously and thumbs twirling together, the twins had decided then and there that she was going to be their best friend.

They wanted to make her feel included and seen. Although they knew all to well themselves how it feels to be alienated, they’d never been alone, always having each other. They swore that day she’d never feel alone again.

Ever since that day, they’d been true to their word. Endless amounts of movie nights, beach trips, late night snack runs. They had experienced so much of their teen years together. Aurora had caught herself gravitating more towards the older twin, finding a particular comfort in his vibrant presence. God knows she loves both of them with her whole heart and would drop everything in an instant for either of them, but there has seemingly always been something more between her and Ethan, just below the surface, yearning to be acknowledged. Yet here she was 11 years down the line, now having gone almost two years without so much as a hello from the only boy she’s ever been in love with.

When the twins turned 15, they decided to chase their growing career across the country from the state they’d all called home for so long. After a lot of tears and begging her best friends not to leave her behind, Aurora came around to their decision. She wanted nothing more than for them to be happy and if moving to Los Angeles meant they could follow their lifelong dream? She sure as hell wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped them, no matter how much it hurt her heart to wave them goodbye as they boarded the plane.

Everything had ran smoothly from there. They FaceTimed at every and any moment they could. They frequently flew back to Jersey for the holidays and birthdays, she would also fly out to California whenever she could. Her relationship with both twins remained strong and never once faltered.

That was until a certain twin began to drift, blaming it on meetings and work. This would of been a valid argument, were it not for Grayson, who confirmed that they in fact wouldn’t be busy when Ethan claimed to be swamped with business. It became very apparent that he was curving her, she just didn’t know nor could she understand why.

Was the new increase in fame getting to his head? He was always so grounded, so humble. Did he think he was above her now? Her superior? Maybe she wasn’t good enough for him? He’d always sworn her that she was the most important person in his life besides his family. These were the questions shed’d found herself asking every single day like a broken record.

Soon enough he’d dropped Aurora completely. She knew it was coming, she wasn’t naive, but it didn’t make it hurt any less when it did. Grayson kept contact as best he could, still asking to FaceTime at least once a month but she’d began to push him away. His face mirroring the boy she loathed but still craved so badly, it pained her to speak to Gray when his identical twin had caused her to cry herself to sleep most nights.

It had only been 4 months since she’d last spoken to Ethan when she discovered his sudden change of heart. The reason he’d ended their lifelong friendship? He’d met a girl. A gorgeous girl who Aurora later discovered to be called Arabella. He’d cut her off simply because he’d found a girlfriend? It didn’t make any sense.

But here she was now, sat on a 13 hour plane heading for the west coast. She couldn’t help but succumb to the memories pounding in her head, begging to fill her thoughts. All the times she’d been in this exact place making this journey, dying for the plane to hurry up and take her to the place she longed to be, wrapped up in Ethan’s arms. However, today she wouldn’t get to beeline towards the brown haired boy that filled her mind whilst awake and asleep. Today she would be picking up her rental car alone and driving towards her new start.

As she entered the door to her apartment, she found her racing mind instantly slowed. She already felt so much calmer in this place, it felt like home. Like this is where she was meant to be. She had received a promotion at her job, which happened to be located in the city of angels. Of course she accepted, the pay was incredible and she was never one to turn down the opportunity to travel and see the sights this amazing earth has to offer. It hadn’t even registered in her mind until just weeks before she was set to fly out that her once closest friends lived out there, now nothing but mere strangers.

She was just placing down the boxes after carrying them up the never ending flights of stairs that led to her new home, when she heard the notification. Reaching for her phone, expecting a text from her landlord, she was met with an all too familiar name.

From Grayson Dolan: Hey! I was just checking snap maps to see where the friend I’m meeting up with was and i saw your bitmoji. You’re in LA? Since when? For how long?

To Grayson Dolan: Hi G, I just moved out here for a promotion! I live here now i guess haha. We should grab coffee!

She didn’t know why she asked him to meet up, they hadn’t spoken in a long time and it would surely be awkward. Before she had time to overthink her decision too much, she received a reply.

From Grayson Dolan: Name the time and place and ill be there, I’ve missed you so much Rory.

To Grayson Dolan: Missed you more Grapeson!

From Grayson Dolan: Oh no we are not bringing that back.

To Grapeson🍇: Too late! Pick me up at 4 if you’re free?

From Grapeson🍇: See you soon love x

She couldn’t fight off the beaming smile that pulled at her lips. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss her best friend, after all he’d tried to keep contact. She’d let her feelings for Ethan get in the way of her friendship with Gray and ultimately lost one of the brightest lights the world had to offer. She’d be damned before she let herself mess that up again.

#ethan dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins fanfic #grayson dolan #grayson dolan angst #ethan dolan blurb #ethan dolan x you #ethan dolan x y/n #ethan dolan x reader #ethan dolan imagine #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan fluff #ethan dolan fanfic #ethan dolan angst #ethan grant dolan #grayson dolan x you #grayson dolan x y/n #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan fluff #graysonbailey #grayson bailey dolan #dolan twins smut #dolan twins fluff #dolan twins angst #dolan twin imagine

[ahkaahshi]

lil things that bring them joy + lil things that annoy the crap outta them [hcs] (pt. 2)

characters: bokuto koutarou, miya osamu, oikawa tooru

genre: fluff, humor

warning(s): a bit of swearing

notes: I decided to make this a mini series after literally one (1) person said something nice and suggested it, so here’s the second installment :) PART 1

lil things that bring him joy

seeing his loved ones/friends smile or laugh, even if it’s a lil chuckle

when the neighborhood cat lets him pet it

hitting a perfect line shot like right on the line (I'm getting chills)

seeing your toothbrush next to his whenever he goes into the bathroom. makes him think of you and grin without fail

kids getting all wide-eyed with excitement whenever they see him bc they love volleyball and look up to him. he brings a sharpie with him everywhere so he can sign volleyballs, shirts, or notebooks

when he smiles at a random stranger in passing and they smile back

seeing a video of a cute animal pop up on his social media feed. he’s sending it to you asap.

lil things that annoy the crap outta him

thinking he had another candy bar at home and finding out he already ate it

waking up five minutes before his alarm goes off bc he knows he missed out on extra zzz’s

not being able to find his phone and tearing apart the house only to realize it was in his pocket the whole time

thinking he cleared the doorway only to clip his pinky toe on the frame

not being able to find that prime sleeping position for the night

when he orders soda and gets served carbonated water bc the machine was apparently broken

the “spinny ball of doom” launching a random attack on his laptop (known more formally as loading/buffering lol)

lil things that bring him joy

switching the sign of his restaurant from “closed” to “open”

putting on a shirt that’s fresh out of the dryer

hearing that lil happy sigh that leaves your mouth when he gets back home after a long day

seeing birds eating from the bird feeder he put outside. gets kinda heated when the squirrels try to eat from it tho. greedy bastards.

waking up and actually feeling energized instead of tired

seeing mothers/fathers and their children holding hands while they walk together. just makes him feel very safe. and kinda makes him want a kid

just having some damn good food tbh. esp when he feels like he hasn’t gotten a chance to get a solid meal in all day

lil things that annoy the crap outta him

when ppl snub out their cigs on the ground/litter

realizing there’s a hole in his shirt after he’s already been wearing it the whole day

having the book he’s reading shut on accident and losing his page

when someone tries to squeeze past him in a super awkward way. like... just say excuse me daddy and he’ll move??

those ppl that choose to stand right in the middle of the walkway/aisle. will say excuse me, but if they don’t move, he’s giving them the bitch brow (🤨)

walking into a store and immediately forgetting what he was there to grab. he rlly hates having to hit all the aisles just to jog his memory

putting a sock on the wrong foot. like, even if they’re not labelled left and right, just feeling that awkward space of fabric that bunches around his pinky toe bc he usually wears it on the opposite foot. ya feel me?

lil things that bring him joy

when every song that plays on shuffle hits

having your fingers threaded through his hair, even if it’s just to brush a few strands of it back into place. relaxes him instantly.

climbing into a nice, cool bed. he runs hot so he doesn't like feeling warm spots, unless the warmth is coming from you spooning him (he doesn’t mind lil spooning when you turn around and wrap yourself around him from behind in the middle of the night)

getting a smile from a baby. makes him feel validated.

putting his jersey on for game days. it instantly gets him in the zone

when a bird just kinda hangs out near him while he’s sat outside waiting for the bus/train. makes him feel oddly comforted. if he’s alone, he’ll talk to it.

having someone thank him when he holds the door open for them

lil things that annoy the crap outta him

putting his airpods in only to realize they’re dead

tripping over uneven pavement that’s not noticeable enough to make it look like he actually tripped over it and not just over his own two feet

getting his brand new sneakers dirty the literal instant he steps outside

realizing that there was something in his teeth and nobody told him. feels very betrayed.

getting cut off when driving. tailgating tooru mode: activated.

when his hair was looking good but the wind messes it up by the time he gets to his destination

trying to nibble a piece of dead skin off his lip but it’s not ready to come off yet so now his mouth tastes like blood and his lip is stinging :(

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[aneiria-writes]

Pairing: Draco x Hermione, Theo x Hermione

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.3k

‘Should get back,’ Theo slurred, as Hermione unzipped her dress and pulled it off. She heard a light smack and a clatter of wood on the floor.

‘You can’t Apparate like this, you prat,’ Draco said. ‘You’ll get Splinched.’

Hermione unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor, where it was quickly followed by her knickers. 

She looked around her room, her mind a little fuzzy from too much elf-made wine. Where was that Quidditch jersey of Draco’s she liked to sleep in?

‘No, our Floo’s broken at the moment, just stay here for the night.’ Draco’s voice drifted through the open door just as Hermione decided she was too tired to search for pyjamas and climbed into bed naked.

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[uwuwriting]

I don’t know you yet

Iwaizumi soulmate au and birthday event

This is part of both my soulmate au and a gift to the character himself since its his birthday today. This is for @brattyquirks​ husband. Iwa-chan happy birthday. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings:angst with happy ending

How can you miss someone you’ve never met? He constantly wondered that. To say it was hard to live in a world full of soulmates was an understatement. What was worse was being friends with someone who everyone wanted to be with. Iwaizumi Hajime was never one to care for relationships. From the moment a single strand of hair changed color he was determined to wait for that h/c person. He knew that they would love him for him. For the person he truly was. Rough edges and all.  

Cause I need you but I don’t know you yet. Rough edges were normally the reason why he didn’t get lucky with anyone. All of them went for someone more approachable. More free. Hajime knew he didn’t seem like the most friendly individual. But that was always only on the outside. He cared about those around him. Sometimes way too much. Many people have come and gone in his life. Most have entered his life only to have leverage for his best friend. A betrayal that he had come to expect. That’s why now he lays in his bed, praying to anyone who’s listening to bring you to him. Because he’s tired of watching others step over him to reach Oikawa.

Can you find me soon because I’m in my head? Was he not enough? Was he so bad at this that no one wanted to be with him. He’s now in his second year of high school and has just experienced the third rejection of his high school life. He really liked her too. She was pretty, smart and made him laugh. When he talked she would pay close attention and she laughed at his jokes. He might have misread the signs. 

“Iwaizumi-san you are amazing I’ll give you that but I’m interested in someone else.” He had hoped she would stop there, leave the lucky person as a mystery. He didn’t want to know after all. Actually he didn’t want to get his fears confirmed. “And i was hoping you could help me with that, he’s your best friend after all.”

Yeah, i need you now but I don’t know you yet. Volleyball had become more than just a club at this point. He knew it was a special part of him since middle school but he never expected to love it this much. The team was cooperating well, even though they had Oikawa as their captain. They hadn’t managed to make it to the nationals last year but they were determined that this time, this time will be different. Being in his third year he didn’t have much free time to think about relationships whether they be romantic or new friendships. That’s what he kept telling himself. He wouldn’t let his mind get in the way of enjoying his last year in high school just because he didn’t have someone to kiss. Matsukawa brought his girlfriend to practice today. He looked happy with her, content with just holding her. They had been together for two months now and they were still in the honeymoon phase. That’s why they looked so happy. At least that’s what Oikawa claims. He had just broken up with his girlfriend. It was still the beginning of the school year, this year would be different. His hand reached out to the special strand of hair behind his ear. 

How can you miss someone you’ve never seen? They have a new manager. She’s a third year as well but he hasn’t met her yet. He has been sick the last couple of days and he couldn’t make it to practice. Oikawa told him that she’s cute. Hanamaki provided more information. Apparently he shares a class with her. Hanamaki said that she moved back here only a month ago and that’s why she missed the first two weeks of school. Her name is Y/N L/N, Matsu stated that she’s really friendly. She’s already well acquainted with Oikawa and the first years. She said they were the easiest to approach.  

Tell me are your eyes brown, blue or green? She was lovely. He was sure that his heart was saying the truth and he wasn’t driven by his hormones. She tugged at his heart strings no matter the time of day. They were linked somehow and he knew. Attraction was surely there, from his side at least, but he knew he shouldn’t -couldn’t- let himself fall again. A heart can take so much after all. Being able to give only half a heart to someone who deserved the universe should be considered a crime and he didn’t want to be proven guilty. 

Do you like it with sugar and cream? “Iwaizumi-san!” There she was. Classes had come to a conclusion for the day and the students were free to enjoy there club activities. “Wait up, we can walk together!” He smiled at her, one of those rare genuine smiles of his. Falling in love was a hard thing to distinguish. You often confused it with pure attraction. Hajime knew when he was falling in love though and he cursed himself for not backing away from her before it had happened. For some time Hajime had hopped her to be his soulmate. Her hair matched the strand behind his ear but try as he might he hadn’t seen his own chestnut hair mixed with hers. It was disheartening. He was used to it though. Listening to her rambling about their math professor was good enough for him. Getting his heart broken again wasn’t worth it.

Yeah lately it’s been hard. the Inter-high tournament had started and they had done an amazing start. They would be soon facing Shiratorizawa, the school who has beat them at every game. And now? This is the time they decided to dye their hair? It must have been highlights because it was just the tip of the strand that had changed. A pale blue, almost the same color as his jersey. This was really bad timing. When and if he found them he swore that he would scold them for this. Even though they couldn’t have known. He found it funny to be exact. Entering the gym with his teammates, they were met with full bleachers. People from both schools were shouting their respective chants while others held up signs to bring motivation to the teams. He hadn’t seen her yet, Oikawa said she texted him saying she was running a little late. Of course she would text him. They were finishing their warm up when he spotted her. Actually Matsukawa spotted her first. “Wow she went all out on the support.” All of them looked were Matsu was staring and they saw her. She had a bounce in her step, her jacket open to reveal the volleyball team’s t-shirt and her hair, oh god her hair. The turquoise highlights matched the team’s colors and brought out the ‘Aoba Johsai’ on her back. “Hey guys sorry I’m late!” Iwa reached for the strand behind his ear as he looked at her tips. To his dismay Oikawa was watching him closely and let out an audible gasp as he averted his gaze from her highlights to the strand between his best friend’s fingers. “You are.. She is.. IWA-CHAN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” He snapped at that elbowing Oikawa in the stomach. “I DIDN’T KNOW SHITTYKAWA!” He hadn’t looked at her. No, he didn’t want to look at her. To see the disappointment in her as when she finally realized that the one for her was him. To see as she realized that she wouldn’t be getting someone like Oikawa or even Oikawa himself. A hand came to rest on his shoulder turning him around as another one came and grasped the strand behind his ear. “Iwaizumi-san…” There it was, the hesitation. You’re a great guy but. It’s not that I don’t like you but. I’m sorry Iwaizumi but. He was waiting for the words to be outered, for his heart to break once again this time from his own soulmate. They never came though. She flung herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. “How I hoped it was you.”

But I only got half a heart to give to you

And I hope it's enough.

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[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 11

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“She used some fancy word—I don’t remember it” Ethan’s whispers mimicked the annoyance of the look on his face. He kept his voice low, trying to keep his conversation with Grayson clandestine to the sleeping Kate on their couch.

“And why is she here Ethan?” Grayson did not try to disguise the agitated edge in his words. His jaw held a tight clench. He ran his hands through his bed head, gripping the strands. He bit a soft piece of his top lip between his bottom teeth.

“The hospital wasn’t letting her take an Uber home because of the pandemic—something about contamination and post-op risks,” Ethan shrugged softly, holding his palms open for Grayson to see. He sighed. A part of Ethan felt like he had just been caught doing something wrong, but another part of him reminded him that he made the right decision.

“So you drove my ex-girlfriend—” Grayson’s face contorted when Ethan interrupted him in a cool tone.

“Yeah Gray. She called me—me of all people—doesn’t that tell you the she had no one else?” Ethan signed softly, displeased with the reaction behind Grayson’s twisted expression. “I was mostly glad she have the sense not to ask you.” “Not to ask me?!” Grayson’s head jutted back as he waved his hands in the hair. His hands scooped up from where he stood, rocking on his back leg. She should have asked him! Grayson was the one who knew her the best. Grayson was the one who spent all those nights with her. Grayson is the one who knew what she looked like when she was upset. But Kate asked Ethan to pick her up to after surgery.

Ethan recognized Grayson’s temper all too well. Where Ethan had always been able to maintain his cool, Grayson was easily swept up in emotions. That summer, Kate was the emotion Grayson all too willingly got swept up in. A few weeks ago, Grayson had gotten swept up in Kate when he declared his love for her on the sands of a Malibu beach. The day after that, Grayson had gotten swept up in the all too familiar hurricane of Kate’s heart when she declared her commitment to her own independence and ended their short love affair. In the weeks between their breakup and finding her on the couch, Grayson bathed in sadness, resentment, and guilt from having lost the most beloved woman he had ever held. That morning, Grayson got swept up in the anger, confusion, and betrayal of hearing about how his twin brother had gone behind his back to care for his ex-girlfriend after surgery. Ethan could read Grayson like the back of a cereal box, “Yeah I’m glad she didn’t ask you—I didn’t think you could handle it and you’re proving me right.” Grayson’s jaw shifted from where it was clenched. He sucked in his teeth while he looked at his brother. He crossed his arms, “I thought we don’t keep things from each other…” Ethan sighed. Internally, he admitted that Grayson had a point. “I was going to tell you,” Ethan licked his lips, “After she was in her own apartment.” Grayson opened his mouth to retort when a distinct clacking side came from the opposite side of the kitchen. When the twins looked behind them, they found a groggy Kate sitting up and reaching for her crutches.

Kate was experienced at waking up after surgery. Since her accident, she hadn’t gone 18 months without needing some kind of major procedure. Where constant operations assuaged any fears she had going into the operating room, waking up after surgery was something she never mastered.

Her eyes fluttered, feeling as if they were being weighed down with lead balls. Her dry mouth tasted metallic, and the back of her throat ached with soreness from being intubated. Her left arm was patterned with splotchy, purple bruises from an IV. Her left leg felt weightless: wholly numbed for the next 48 hours. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, tacked into her face with drool from her sleep.

Instinctively, upon waking up she jostled around looking for her crutches. Her crutches were a light weight stainless steel pair of specialty Lofstrands meant for frequent use: a gift from her mother on her twentieth birthday. The crutches had accompanied her through many different medical procedures. On that day, they stood beside her while she recovered from a deep scar tissue removal operation. Reaching out for one of them, the crutch fell from where it was leaning on an armchair and landed on the floor of the Dolans’ living room with a sharp clatter.

Grayson looked back at the exact moment Kate looked up after the crutch fell. Their eyes met. An ominous fog entered Kate’s mind as she realized exactly where she was waking up from surgery. Grayson gulped hard, this was the first time he had seen her since she ran out of his house in his t-shirt and sweatpants. In that moment, she was dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of capri leggings with a dense, wrap around her left foot. Her hair was unruly and unkept; her lips were swollen from drooling; she looked like a mess while Grayson felt like a mess.

Ethan rolled his eyes at the sight of his brother’s eyes going wide, as if he had never seen a woman before. Ethan let out a small cough to break the silence. He stepped forward, resting his hands on the back of an armchair. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kate blinked a few times, “Or good considering.” She sat up straighter and used a hand to swipe away the strands of hair on her cheek.  Her eyes darted to Grayson quickly before landing back on Ethan. Her heart was beating fast. Had Ethan only said yes to get her in the same room with Grayson? Suddenly, she felt like a pawn in the chess game of the Dolan Twins: the exact thing she wanted to avoid when she broke up with Grayson. “You didn’t have to bring me back to your place Ethan,” she tried to sound gracious but wasn’t sure the tone had conquered the sound of groggy sleep in the back of her aching throat.

Ethan opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a fourth person walking into the room.

“ooo sorryyy,” her voice sounded like an overused chew toy. A tall, lanky blonde stepped out of Grayson’s bedroom door. She had the grace of something between a bumbling barbie doll and a hungover pageant queen. Kate’s eyes went wide. Grayson’s bottom lip curled up. Ethan brought his hands up to his face.

She stumbled over to Grayson while Ethan finally felt like the smarter twin. “Grayson,” if silicone had a voice, this would be it, “My uber is here. Could you open the gate?” A far part of Kate’s mind was surprised when the girl blinked. In her experience, barbie dolls did not blink: but apparently, life size ones did.

“Uh yeah,” Grayson mumbled, “no problem.” He quickly pressed a few buttons on his phone, while his night-time companion scampered into the daylight.

Once again, the trio were alone in the twins’ living room. Kate wished she could melt into the couch and never return. Grayson gnawed at his bottom lip so hard he tasted the faintest twinge of metallic blood. Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. Even Ethan didn’t have a comment sharp enough to cut this tension. Kate broke the silence first, her words were breathy and exhausted, “I should go. I’ll call a car—” “No,” Grayson’s voice was strong, “I’ll go.” Kate blinked quickly, taken aback by the offer. Ethan’s voice echoed her thoughts, “Grayson, you live here.” “Yeah,” Kate supported in a hoarse whisper, “I should go.” Grayson shook his head. “No,” his mouth flatlined. “You just had surgery,” he motioned toward her wrapped foot, “You shouldn’t be by yourself, not like this.”

“Grayson don’t be ridiculous. I’m not kicking you out of your home. I’ll leave.” Kate licked her lip softly. Her heart bounded in dread: hearing Grayson’s voice beckoned memories forward: the memories of a happy, love struck couple on a beach during sunset. “Just stay,” his voice was nearly a plead at this point. “I’ll go somewhere,” Grayson offered, “I’ll go to the other side of LA and count the cracks in the sidewalk all day if I have to.”

***

Even though she wasn’t his to protect, Grayson felt a fierce instinct to keep her safe. Even if it meant protecting her from himself. Grayson had trouble comprehending that Kate broke up with him because of his lifestyle, and not because of him. He had trouble separating the two concepts. The weekend after she tore his heart out, Grayson visited his mother in New Jersey.  At night, Ethan would call his girlfriend from his and Grayson’s shared bedroom. Grayson took the opportunity for alone time with his mother to ask her opinion on the situation. He lit a Wakeheart Clarity candle and enjoyed a cup of tea with her on the porch.

“She has a point,” Lisa’s nails clacked on her ceramic mug. Grayson’s eyebrows raised, “What do you mean?” Grayson’s mother had always offered expert advice to him, tender with a mother’s care but with the flavor of honesty he could only find in someone who truly loved him. In his younger days, he had shyly kept his girl troubles away from his mother, feeling the shame of a teenage boy. As he grew older, he slowly started divulging his struggles with women. Of course, he smartly left out his stories of frivolous hook ups.

Grayson placed his mug down sharply. His mind twisted in confusion when his mother agreed with Kate for breaking up with him. Lisa placed her mug down kindly and continued, “If she can’t handle it, she was right for leaving before things got serious.” Grayson’s heart lurched. Before things got serious. What he had felt for her, that was serious. The way she had massacred his heart, that was serious. He let out a loud sigh. His mother seemed to intuitively recognize her son’s broken heart: she placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed softly, “It wasn’t meant to be. But you’re so young Grayson, I don’t know why you’re so preoccupied about this.” Despite her words, Lisa knew. Lisa knew that her son was near obsessed with finding his soulmate because his heart craved the familiar, warm, comfort of having his own family. Grayson exhaled through his noise, triggering an ache in his head. He sat back, loosing evading his mother’s hand. “I just don’t get it. What did I do wrong mom?” Lisa shook her head softly, “Nothing Grayson. At least, it doesn’t sound like you did.” She took a sip of tea and listened to the crickets in the August nighttime for a minute, “She didn’t want to be…” she chose her next word carefully, “swept up in everything you guys go through, you know with your channel and everything.” “But is that bad?” Grayson’s question was honest and real. Being plunged into celebrity status at a young age, Grayson was often mystified by the parts of normal life that he did not understand. The few times that he watched the news, he would question what someone could buy with minimum wage. When his best friend Deon studied for finals at UC Berkley, he wondered how hard the exams were: Grayson hadn’t taken an exam in six years. When his sister complained about job interviews, he was stumped at what an interview would even consist of. As much as Grayson Dolan was a compassionate, kind, and fun spirit, he lacked a deep cognizance of life outside of LA.

“It’s a lot,” Lisa admitted, “I can see where she would be scared.” “Do you think it’s worthy of being scared?” Grayson hadn’t considered that his mother might have distaste for the attention that he and his brother drummed up over the years. Lisa had periodically reminded the boys that she preferred not to be on camera but wanted to send them all of the love she could from behind the scenes. Grayson had always thought this stemmed from her humble, demure nature: but his heart gaped at the idea that his popularity negatively affected his own mother.

“If you Google me,” Lisa started, “It says I am Grayson Dolan’s mom. Not even Ethan’s,” Lisa chuckled. “There is an entire world of people out there who know me in association with you. Regardless of the business I’ve built, the life I’ve lived, or whether or not I even want them too.” She took a sip of her tea while Grayson found a spot on the porch to stare at. Internally, he replayed her words as she said them. He tried desperately to grasp what his mother was implying. “In choosing you, she had to accept that.” Grayson’s heart lurched at the mention of her, the wounds on his heart and soul were still fresh. “Besides,” Lisa tried to find a positive note, “You wouldn’t want to be with her if your life made her that uncomfortable.” Lisa’s touched Grayson’s forearm in a comforting manner, but Grayson’s internal monologue went wild. If he didn’t want to be with her? Had his mother listened to Grayson ramble about how beautiful Kate was? How brilliant she was? How kind she was? Thought? Wonderful? Perfect? Grayson Dolan could not imagine a world where he did not want to spend the rest of his life next to Kathleen Walker.  

***

Grayson left Ethan to tend to Kate, while he brusquely exited his house. He grabbed his bike and headed Northbound, without a specific destination planned. His chain dangled on his neck as he bent forward to push himself up and around the hills of Ensino. His hair fluffed up into a disorderly shape on the front of his head. It didn’t take long before his body broke out in thick layer of sweat. He hoped that the sweat would replace the layer of tension left on his soul from the morning.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would slink out of his bedroom in the morning, freshly fucked from the night before, and find Kate’s sweet, angelic, sleeping face buried into the cushions of his couch. Kate hadn’t left his mind since she broke up with him. When he was mid-thrust last night, he sneered in disgust at his partner’s juvenile sounds of approval—even though his penis dominated his actions, his heart dominated his thoughts that called for Kate. His heart called so loud that she ended up on his couch the morning after. Grayson found it extremely difficult to flirt with LA girls after tasting what it’s like to love a woman.

Grayson pushed forward on his bicycle, hoping to rid himself of his angst. His legs chugged with the power that his lungs wanted to use to yell at her, to tell her how much he missed her and how desperately he wanted to her to change her mind. Grayson rode his bicycle until his muscles ached with the same soreness that his heart had felt for the past week.

Across town, Ethan and Kate spent an awkward, but sweet day together. Ethan apologized for Grayson’s guest interrupting their morning conversation. In truth, Ethan had not planned on bringing Kate back to the rental. He woke up that morning with intentions to pick her up at the hospital and drop her off at her apartment. But when Kate had crutched into his Tesla, her hair a mess and dark circles planted on her face, Ethan couldn’t bear it in his soul to leave her alone for the day. Despite the fact that she was his twin’s ex-girlfriend, she was a person who clearly needed help.

Ethan had brought her back to the rental and tucked her into the couch thinking that Grayson would be none the wiser until told. Since Kate broke up with him, Grayson had been sleeping until 1pm. Grayson’s mind could not find quiet between the pang of his broken heart, the Wakeheart candle release, and the continued stress of twitter fingers. Ethan thought he could cleverly wait for Kate to feel better and drive her home before his brother woke up and ambushed them all with his one-night stand.

Grayson tossed his bicycle by the side of the rental. His quickly pulled off his sweat soaked tank top and shoved it in his pocket. His entire body was covered in a thick layer of sweat so much so that even his socks were soaked. He sauntered into the rental and stopped in the living room doorway, finding Ethan and Kate playing cards. Grayson had expected her to be gone by the time he got back. Ethan locked eyes with his brother, lowering his hand of cards to the table. Kate followed Ethan’s gaze to find Grayson in the doorway. Grayson swallowed, feeling like a stranger in his own home. “Hey,” he greeted lowly as he hesitantly stepped further into the room. “Hey,” Kate surprised herself by answering him. They held each other’s stare: mouths slightly agape and tongues going dry while not finding words. Kate held her stare at his gorgeous gold eyes, not daring to let her gaze stray to his half-naked, sweat coated body. “Uh, I’m gonna head out real quick,” Ethan stuttered slightly, “I gotta…” he didn’t finish as he smoothly stepped out of the room. He had barely survived the tension between Kate and Gray that morning; Ethan was not looking forward to swimming through it again.

Grayson sucked in his bottom lip and straddles the arm of a sofa. “So,” he started lowly,  “How have you been?” Stupid. He was stupid. She just went through surgery and he asked that. He used the most bland question in the world on the person who excited him the most.

“I’ve been good,” Kate’s tone was steady, “I got assigned to write that chapter for the academy of sciences.” She smiled in a thin line: Grayson saw it as a ghost of the bright smiles she used to share with him.   Grayson nodded, “Congrats, I know you really wanted that project.” Was he really doing this? The woman he so desperately craved was sitting in front of him and they were talking about work? She had him smelling sweet citrus scents in his sleep, and he couldn’t muster up a conversation for her?

Kate swallowed hard, her eyes finding the floor, “You didn’t have to leave your own home today, you know?”

“Yeah I did” Grayson’s voice was flat. He sucked his bottom lip in, immediately understanding the meaning of his words. He was telling her that he couldn’t be in the same space as her, which was true. But only true because looking at her reminded him of the future he had lost.

“Gray,” Kate started but instantly regretted being so informal. “It shouldn’t be like this. We—I mean you didn’t do anything; it just didn’t work.” She rested a hand on her knee and looked up at him, her face twisting quizzically.

“Feels like I did,” Grayson’s voice was low as he rocked back on the arm of the sofa. He wiped some sweat from his brow and inspected his fingers. He looked back at her and rubbed his bottom lip, “I just—I really thought we were—I thought this was…” “I know,” Kate interrupted, “I did too.”

They stewed in the awkward silence of their tense relationship. Grayson pushed a hand through his hair. The numbness in Kate’s leg felt like it had moved its way to her brain. Both of them struggled to make words out of their emotions.

“Look, we didn’t do anything bad to each other,” Kate started. “And honestly Grayson, I do like being around you. You know, when things aren’t so weird,” she hedged, “And I had a nice time with Ethan today. So maybe we could be friends?” Grayson raised an eyebrow. Kate abridged her previous statement, “Or maybe we can try to be friends?” A/N: Please tell me your thoughts! I absolutely love hearing the good, the bad, and the angsty! We are a few parts away from the end but honestly I feel like I could write volumes about these two, so let me know if you would be interested in a volume 2 after this arch ends.  I have so much writing this, but the most fun is getting to talk about to talk about it with other people. I hope you’re enjoying!  😘

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[demivampirew]

Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 42

Previous Chapters in the masterlist

A/N: I usually don’t include important storyline and smut in the same chapters if someone doesn’t enjoy smut, but this time I did. So if you don’t like smut, you can read the first part and when it says “keep reading” don’t read it because it’s smut.

Triggers: first half: talking about body issues, eating disorders, bullying, body change, thoughts about possibly having kids; family issues. Second half: SMUT.

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Even if you were alone in your house, you closed the bathroom door just in case Henry happened to walk in. Every day, you would grab a pillow and put in under one of your sleeping shirts -that you stole from your boyfriend. The plan was to see how you would look like if you were pregnant. Giving the fact that you suffered from body issues for a long time, and it wasn't completely a thing of the past, you thought that you should feel comfortable with your body changing if you were to have a baby someday. People would think you were shallow if they knew you care so much about your appearance, but you couldn't help it: usually, people like you, who grew up in a town were all the girls looked like skinny Barbies and did not fell into that stereotype and was bullied because of the way you looked, as well as dealing with eating disorders, having that kind of body change could be extremely traumatic.

No matter what was the reason you gave to justify your decision of not wanting kids, people always would find a way to make you look bad: if you cared about your looks, you were vain; when you said that you didn't feel that maternal desire, they would assure you once you had the baby in your hands everything would change and if you pointed out that there are people who never develop that motherly instinct, they would lose their sh*t. A constant question you've heard was "Who's going to take care of you when you're old if you don't have kids?" "well, isn't it selfish to bring a kid to the world for the purpose of taking care of you?" you would reply, which of course would make people go mad. As a contrast to that people, you didn't judge them for their decision. If they wanted kids to have company and not to feel lonely or because they wanted someone to take care of them when they're older or put their desire of being parents above everything else -like economic stability, to make sure that you'd have the time to take care of it, etc. that was ok, it was none of your business. Oddly enough, the looks weren't what scared you the most about pregnancy. Whenever you thought about carrying a child, you got a claustrophobic sensation; it simply felt weird. The other terrifying thought was labour. Some of your closest friends had traumatic experiences while bringing their kids into the world and you didn't know if you could ever go through something like that.

Despite all those negative points, the thought of having a little kid to play with you and your man was delighting. You adored his nephews and niece and loved to play with them. The ones who lived in London were practically teenagers now so you could play your favourite video games with - like Mortal Kombat and Resident Evil. With the younger ones who you met when you were in Jersey, you would like to play games outside and more artistic activities like drawing. Thomas was probably your favourite because he wanted to learn guitar and you started to teach him - even bought him a black Les Paul Gibson that you were planning to give him as a Christmas present.

After taking a shower, you changed and put on some makeup and when you finished getting ready, you called a cab to take you to Henry's place so you would go to the airport together.

Henry's family invited you to spend Christmas with them in Jersey. At first, you didn't know how to react: on one hand, you were super excited; your family rarely celebrated the holiday -for them it was just another day. For you it was not, you would pretend that it was, but secretly wanted a big family celebration and you were finally getting one. On the other hand, however, you were nervous because his family knew about your break up. It was silly because it wasn't like you fought or anything, but you weren't sure how they would look at you for that. Henry assured you that he had to hear his mom gave him a speech about he was making a huge mistake and she was overjoyed when she found out that you were back together.

Henry was used to flying in business class but flying in first class was one of the few luxuries you liked to give yourself.

As you went to the toilet, your boyfriend awaited for you. He was reading one of the books of The Wheel of Time series, again - he read those books like a thousand times.

A hand covered your mouth as you opened the door to get out, and then you were back inside as Henry looked the bathroom.

- What are you doing? - you spoke softly and he shushed you and smirked devilishly.

He started to kiss you and then you felt his hand inside your pants. He pressed you against the tiny wall and pressed his lips against yours and other parts of your body while his finger rubbed your clit. His free hand grabbed yours as your fingers intertwined. He kissed that hand and then his mouth reached yours once again. You moaned silently against his mouth after reaching climax. You would have loved to pleasure him with your mouth, but he was so big for that little space that it was hard for you to get on your knees.  So you copied him and used your hand to please him. After playing with his manhood for a few minutes, it was hard and ready for action. He picked you up, holding you by your tights and after you put him inside of you, he started to pound you. The adrenaline that gave you the fear of being caught made things even hotter. You knew that if somebody found out what was happening, you would end up in every magazine and website because both of you were famous and people love a good sex celebrity 'scandal'. The tongues danced in each other's mouth ferociously as your hands grabbed his hair between your fingers. It wasn't a big problem for you to remain quiet because you were more into the silent type of lover, you showed your pleasure through gestures rather than noises, your man on the other side, he was always as loud as it gets and he was suffering by not being able to grunt and moan loudly as he does when you two have sex. He wasn't the kind of aggressive lover - he was passionate but tender, but this time, when he finished he bit you quite hard on the shoulder to avoid making noise. Of course, you did not complain about that pain was delicious.  You were extra careful when it came to using protection and always used condoms, but once in a while you would forget about it so, thankfully you had an IUD for extra security -and both got tested to be sure there was nothing to worry about it you were to forget a condom.

He went out first so you could refresh yourself and then you joined him.

Thankfully, first class wasn't packed of people and apparently, no one noticed that you two were gone. You spent the rest of the flight giggling and he kissed your hand as he told you that he loved you, not with words, but with those ocean blue eyes and that smile that brightened even the darkest of days.

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[imnotwolverine]

The marriage pact - London bits

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 14 | Part 15 London bits | Part 16 >

Disclaimer: some strong language

Author’s note: It was so much fun to do some actual research on Jersey’s history - even though it is only mentioned very briefly in this chapter. 

Word count: 1.265

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Dear readers,

One can find and do many things on our Jersey island, its rich soil housing some 107.000 inhabitants. But as it appears, the world has more to offer than multi-horned sheep, lovely beaches and close knitted communities. Today I’m once more writing from the metropolitan city of London, my journey taking me to meet some ex-inhabitants of our beloved Jersey.  

In this “Old Faces goes London”, I’ll be visiting a baker who decided to bring his infamous Jersey-rolls to the great City of London, a linguist who strives to keep Jèrriais (our territories unique Norman dialect) alive and I’ll be having a cup of tea with an exporter of Jersey’s very own apple cider. Yum!

And, as time is ticking I will now bid you all adieu. Or, to keep it in the Jèrriais realms;

À bétôt!

Ali

‘Morning.’ Henry pressed a kiss on my cheek while he brushed past me, his hands busy with making toast while I prepped some lunch boxes. It was 6 AM on a Tuesday and, though I was far from awake, I did admit that I felt quite happy being here, in Henry’s Mews kitchen. 

In the far corner I could hear Kal hogging down some food after an even more ungodly early doggy walk - from which I thankfully had been spared - and before long the kitchen was filled with lovely scents and we were all enjoying our breakfast.

‘Sleep well?’ I said, keeping my voice down as the walls were rather thin. Henry nodded, cup of coffee hovering beneath his nose, cheeks dimpling with a tender smile. ‘Sure did. Though looks like you are STILL sleeping.’ He laughed. ‘Mmm... I’m very much enjoying this dream, thank you very much. So please, allow me.’

‘Then so I will. So what are you up to today?’ He took a hesitant sip of the far too hot drink, scrunching his nose as he nearly burned his tongue, then decided to put it down, his hands instead moving to cut into the toast, his egg all gooey perfection as it oozed out onto the plate. I could see Kal push his head on Henry’s lap, hoping that his puppy eyes were enough of a persuader to earn himself some bacon. But apparently it was just another part of their morning routine, Henry’s hand near automatically running through the Akita’s fur before returning to his breakfast, no bacon bits shared in the process.

Sweet bears. 

‘Going to have an interview with that baker in a little over an hour, then visiting that publisher followed by some work calls. You?’

‘No baker interviews unfortunately,’ He smiled. ‘Just meetings. Meetings, meetings, meetings.’ Henry shrugged, obviously not looking forward to it. ‘Oh..What do you want to do for dinner by the way?’ He inquired.

‘Eh…eat food?’ I grinned, earning an exasperated look from him. ‘Hahah..sorry..but eh..let’s just cook something at home. Shall I cook or..?’

‘Cooking as home is good, sure. And, Ali, honestly..I’m not THAT traditional. Maybe let’s just say that the first person who gets home, cooks? That seems to be more fair.’ He said simply, hogging down onto another huge bite. 

‘Very well then, my fair feminist knight.’ I winked, also cutting into my toast, my nose sniffing happily as the savoury scents drifted into my nostrils. Gosh, how nice it was to be with a man that could cook! 

—

Still somewhat catching my breath from hurrying from meeting to meeting, I sat before one man called Charles Dunham, his golden nameplate shining proudly on his paper-filled mahogany desk. From the moment I had gotten into his office, it became clear that the old, fat cheeked man was most eager to get me on board; a good cup of coffee and some cookies were moved onto the last remaining bit of his space on his overcrowded desk and before I could even take my first sip of the welcome drink, the offer was already on the table.

‘Simply said; we adore your stories. And from a business point of view we see great potential. You have a solid fan base, and we recently released a similar storybook for adults that sold like hot buns on the Sunday market,’ He grinned happily, throwing three cubes of sugar in his coffee and mixing it with a freakishly small spoon. ‘So we are more than glad to develop this project with you.’

I blinked over the rim of the cup of coffee, hot steam raising up from the porcelain. HOLY DAMN! I let out a soft giggle and smiled. ‘My…alright then. I had expected to have to give you my sales pitch and perhaps a kidney or two. I mean, I even made a whole presentation, but this is far better. Thank you so much for your trust and enthusiasm Mr. Dunham, it truly means the world!’ 

Mr. Dunham chuckled. ‘And the world better be ready. How about we start editing a first version in the next few months, fine-tune a few things? Oh, and I did have one small question; are these based on actual people?’

‘Some are inspired by a mix of people I know, though all characters are definitely fictional in nature.’

‘Well, perhaps you COULD add a slight reference to Superman, since he’s from the Islands as well. Our readers would surely love that.’

I felt my stomach somersault again. Oh Mr. Dunham..if only you knew.

‘Haha..well. We might have to look into copyrights there, but it sure is true that we, I, adore our homeland hero.’ I winked.

—

Oh the homeland hero. I did adore him, indeed. In fact I craved him really.

The moment I had gotten back to Jersey I felt like I had left a piece of myself back with Henry. Suddenly the air was bleak and my parents house was not my home anymore, the large but comfortable house feeling like but a shell of what it had been just days earlier. And it got even weirder when I was laying in bed. 

Here I was, alone, my hand outstretched to the spot where he would lay if we would sleep together. I even tried to sniff the pillow he had slept on, to see if any of his scent perhaps lingered there.

It didn’t.

It had been a strangely eventful day today. First the very early flight, a sleepy Henry - quite unique to find in the mornings - driving me to the airport. And then the near desperate hugs and kisses we shared, followed by a restless flight. And then I had to quickly drop off my stuff before heading to another doctors appointment. This time for one of a more invasive nature; a number of physical tests had to be performed so I could enlist for a sperm donor. My plan B. Just in case everything failed with Henry. 

But, in all honesty, it felt more and more like a doom scenario I was increasingly less comfortable with. Did I want to become a single parent, if all of this failed? Was that really my dream? Or was a child just a result of something greater I truly wanted, something I had pushed away and hidden from my still beating heart. Did I actually want something quite different?

Did I want..eh..love, actually?

As I lay there looking at the ceiling, small glow-in-the-dark stars speckling the otherwise dark surface, I came to the bitter tasting realisation that I had not really taken into account that there was suddenly this extra person who had come into the equation. This person I had wild make-out sessions with on my parents couch, as well finding in him the person who offers a listening ear and who would consolidate me and be there during a doctors appointment. 

He cared and was obviously not really wanting to leave. And I, to be even more honest with myself, well, I didn’t want him to leave either. I needed to keep him close and listen to him if I wanted this to last. 

Rolling on my side I picked up my phone. 11.30 PM. He’d probably be sleeping now. I bit my lip and decided to text him, even if he’d only read it in the morning.

“I just tried to sniff the pillow but your scent is gone. I miss you😢”

Quite immediately a message returned. A selfie, taken with a flash in the starkness of a dark bedroom. Henry’s face sulkily grabbing onto a pillow. “That makes two. I miss you three!”

I giggled, silly bear, then imitated his picture, taking one myself, his pillow squeezed tightly in my arm, head resting on top. “Sweet dreams bear. I’ll keep your pillow safe.”

And then a little voice chat message came in, his silky deep voice filling my heart with joy; ‘Sweet dreams Ali.’

Oh sweet were my dreams indeed. 

If only..if only he were here to share them with me. 

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[surlybobbies]

For the Love of the Game [deancas, 1.5k, T]

Summary:

“A tense moment on the field between good friends. Novak has taken Dean Winchester’s legs out from under him - did he get the ball? What do you think, Joe? Yellow card?”

“Looks like he just about got the ball to me. Fair challenge. Though judging by his reaction, it looks like Winchester doesn’t agree."

(Dean and Cas over the course of three years as players of opposing soccer teams.)

Author’s notes: written in the 90 minutes it took to watch a soccer game at 1am.  I’m a sucker for athlete Dean and Cas.

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“Of course, Winchester and Novak have known each other since they were kids.  Best friends, these two, off the pitch.  On the pitch, however, as I’m sure we’ll see today, is a different story.”

The loss is a difficult one to take; it means that Cas and his team are now on the bottom half of the league table, a position they haven’t been in for well over a decade.  

After the final whistle, Dean jogs to Cas, whose hands are clutching at his hair in disbelief.  Dean puts his hands around Cas’s face, forcing Cas to look at him.  “You okay?”

Cas closes his eyes and grits his teeth.  He’s probably thinking about the goal Dean had scored just 10 minutes before the final whistle, and how he’d been unable to prevent it.  “I will be.”

Dean sighs and pulls Cas in for a rough hug.  “I’ll tell mom you’re coming over this weekend.”

“How long is she in town?” 

“Just a week,” Dean says.  “She’ll want to see you.”

Cas shoves him away and scrubs his face with both hands.  “Just let me know.”

++

“Apparently they stay at each other’s bachelor pads over holidays.”

It’s been coming for years, but when Cas pulls Dean in for a kiss on Christmas, it’s still a surprise.  Dean takes a few moments to fully register what’s happening, that Cas is really finally kissing him, but once it sinks in, he is definitely on board with the developments, and he pushes Cas against the wall and starts to thoroughly enjoy himself.

A century later, Cas pulls away.  “This is unwise,” he says breathlessly.

Dean’s dizzy with Cas’s touch.  He touches Cas’s face because he can’t stand not touching him.  “You started it,” he says, all he can think of to say.

Cas frowns a little bit, but his nostrils flare with how hard he’s breathing.  “How I got here, kissing an absolute idiot, I have no idea.”

“You’ve also got a hand up my shirt,” Dean supplies unhelpfully, “if you wanted to get around to removing that.”

Cas arches an eyebrow, and Dean likes it.  “Do you want me to remove it?” Cas asks, leaning in again, dragging his hand down to Dean’s waistband at an agonizingly slow pace.

Dean’s hopeless - absolutely done for.  “Definitely not.”

“Good,” Cas growls, and Dean likes that a lot.

++

“Their rivalry seems to fuel their friendship - or is it the other way around?”

“Just to be clear, this doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on you this Saturday,”

Dean’s lounging, one hand behind his head, watching the progress of Cas’s lips down his chest with lidded eyes.  “Wouldn’t love you if you did.”

There’s a long pause.  Cas lifts his eyes to watch Dean’s expression, but it doesn’t waver.  The only sign of nerves is in the way his throat moves.  Cas acknowledges the word with a small smile and a lingering kiss to the center of Dean’s chest.  Later, he’ll murmur the word over and over and over into Dean’s hair, his hands on Dean’s ass, encouraging him, and Dean will swell and break with it.

++

“A tense moment between good friends.  Novak has taken Dean Winchester’s legs out from under him - did he get the ball?  What do you think, Joe?  Yellow card?”

“Looks like he just about got the ball to me.  Fair challenge.  Though it looks like Winchester doesn’t seem to agree.”

“Could have broken my leg, Cas,” Dean spits.

Cas is adjusting his shin pads.  He looks up at Dean.  “Hardly - it was a fair challenge.”

Dean gets up right in his face when Cas straightens.  Cas has seen this face in the throes of pleasure and he knows he’ll see it again; he lifts his chin and smirks, knowing how much Dean will hate it.  

“Also, ref begs to differ,” Cas says, winking.  “No foul.”

“Jesus, you’re a cocky bastard.”

“And you’re a shit striker.”

“You shouldn’t even be on the field with a challenge like that.”

Cas is getting back into position, walking backwards so he can throw one last remark at Dean: “You shouldn’t even be on the field with skills like that.”

Dean’s face turns red.  “What’d you just say?”

In the end the ref has to separate them; no cards are shown, but neither of them talk to the other for two weeks.

It goes without saying that the eventual make-up sex is fantastic.

++

“It’s Novak’s last game for the Angels - he’ll be officially retired at the end of these 90 minutes, aged 35.  Fitting that his greatest rival and friend should be on the pitch with him, albeit playing for the opposition.”

Cas is subbed at 87 minutes for his last ovation from the home crowd.  They adore him as he adores them, and Dean knows this last walk off the field has got to be an emotionally harrowing moment for Cas.

Dean hopes his fans won’t give him too much shit for what he does next: he pulls Cas in for a rough hug as Cas walks to the touchline to be subbed.  He doesn’t look Cas in the eye, and shoves him away before either of them do something stupid like cry.

++

“Back for the second half of the first game of the season, and Dean Winchester’s 37th minute goal is the only thing separating the two sides.

As most know, Winchester announced over the break that he and his best friend and former Angels player Cas Novak have been dating.  There’s been quite a bit of backlash, mostly from fans who think their relationship has swayed their performances over the years, but both Winchester’s manager and Novak’s former manager have laughed off that particular suggestion.  What do you think, Greg?”

“No, they’ve both been consummate professionals, haven’t they, over the years?  Obviously good friends - well, we know why now - but it never stopped either of them from giving it their all on the pitch.”

“They both loved the game too much to let anything affect it.”

It’s not fun, being the only player in the league out of the closet.  His teammates don’t treat him any differently, but Dean sometimes feels like he’s slowly being frozen out.

“It’s because you didn’t say anything to us.”

“What the hell was I supposed to say, Benny?  ‘I’m fucking a guy, and it’s Cas Novak’?”

Benny sighs.  “I don’t know, Dean.  They just want to know their captain’s being honest with them.  Sleeping with the opposition is pretty shady, alright?”

Dean hangs his head.  He understands.  He’s still pissed, still frustrated, but he makes up his mind.  He slams his locker to get everyone’s attention.  “Just figured you all would want to know,” he says loudly, a little angrily, “I’m asking Cas to marry me tonight.”

Stunned silence.  Dean stares them all down, daring any of them to say anything.  If he has to knock someone out for talking shit about Cas, he swears he’ll do it and damn the consequences.

But nothing happens.  Ash grins, scratching his neck.  “We’re invited to the wedding, right?”

The laughter that follows breaks the ice.  Dean tries and fails to stop himself from crying when they all come forward to congratulate him.

++

“Dean Winchester made history by marrying Cas Novak over the break.  It’s a great moment in sport, but he’s opened up in a recent interview regarding the homophobic abuse he and his husband have received.”

“A shame that.  The sport needs to do more to support their LGBTQ+ players.”

“Agreed.  But despite all that, Winchester says he’s proud to lead the way for others to come out in his wake.  Plus, his husband is here to watch his first game of the season, so that must make up for it somewhat.”

“He’s probably not happy to see Novak in Angel colors, though!”

“The rivalry lives on!”

“Who wants to bet that it’ll be a tense atmosphere in the Novak-Winchester home tonight?”

Cas is solemn as he greets Dean at the door of their home, but Dean scowls at him anyway.  “Don’t think I didn’t see you cheering when they scored.”

Cas looks a little abashed.  “They’re my friends, Dean.”

“I’m your husband.”

Cas hides his smile in Dean’s neck.  “And I love you.”  He wraps his arms around Dean so he can’t wriggle away.  “But I also love my team.  My fans would have rioted if I’d shown up in your jersey.”

Dean doesn’t bother arguing.  He played for the full 90, and the emotional toll of the loss is just now sinking in.  “I’m ready to go to bed,” he says, his voice raw.

“Alright,” Cas says, kissing Dean on the cheek.  “I’ll be there soon.”

Dean is half asleep when Cas walks in wearing Dean’s jersey and a pair of sweatpants - then Dean’s suddenly wide-awake and half-hard.

Cas gets under the covers and leans over Dean, smelling like shampoo and toothpaste.  “Good night,” he says cheerfully.

Dean stares at his husband, marveling at the audacity.  Finally, he says, “You’re such a jackass,” but diminishes the effect by pulling Cas in roughly by the front of the shirt and kissing him, much to Cas’s delight.

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[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

34. Part 6

I shuddered at the thought, the thought of me having to play mother to a child that isn’t even mine. I hope she gathers herself for her child “not going to lie but even if I was angry with Chris, and I was hurt. I wouldn’t be bothered. I would take my child and be happy. I hope she acts right, I’m not for kids being hurt but if she goes bad and doesn’t take care of him and then Chris is gonna look to me, and then what” I said to Mel “you married a man with kids Robyn, it could happen but don’t wish these things into existence but I think that bitch is mentally unstable anyway, it’s scary. How she snapped at that boy, but I wouldn’t mind Roro being here, she’s such a happy child. That is what I like about her. I mean I think with him he may have been brainwashed with her ways; you know!?” Mel ain’t wrong “I’m not sure about him at all, Chris doesn’t have that bond anyways but if Chris ends up going court and then wins more rights over his son then I wanted, then I’m kind of not going to be happy” Mel snorted laughing “be nice to the bitch then” side eyeing Mel “nah, she ain’t getting my money, she can fuck herself. Chris is just not rubbing my feet right now, he’s here on his phone. He needs to be like me, not care for my phone” I huffed out “but I think you may need to have that thought in your mind and accept what may happen, you know?” Mel is right “let me check on what he’s doing, I don’t want people upsetting him. He likes to read into things, I need his page deleting again” walking around the counter slowly, he has not moved away from his phone at all. The thing is people love to harass Chris because they know he takes it to heart, and cares because Chris was looking at me with puppy dog eyes and then I spoke. That bitch is a bully, and I won’t have it, he just wants to a quiet life. Chris is not weak, never that but he just wants a quiet life that he pays the bitch money, like now. She’s using Aeko as a ploy to get to him. I know his son won’t go hungry; he will be ok. I am keeping the care packages; I don’t even care about that. I don’t know where that bitch is mentally, but if things get bad I’m gonna have to have that child here. I’m not a bad person but still, I rather not.

Resting my arm on Chris’ shoulder looking down at his phone, why is my husband like this. Why does he have to get himself caught up on Instagram, pressing a kiss to the back of his head “what are you doing? We are supposed to be going upstairs” this man is staring at his tagged pictures “huh” he looked up at me “what is it? Talk to me, why are you staring at your phone and not looking at me? It’s our time” he poked his lower lip out “they are saying mean things?” I think they are “Fenty isn’t mine, they are saying how ugly I was as a baby when your forehead was bigger than my phone screen, and apparently my mom liked a post but like what if she didn’t read the caption” I sighed out “delete Instagram, you was happier without it. I want you to delete it, once you can handle the shit people say then you can go back on it. I don’t want to treat you like a child but it’s not good for your mental being when you are trying to better yourself, people are gonna tag you in shit. It’s bullying, they always do it to you. What did your mom like, tell me?” I rather we speak on it then just leaving it alone “that Rihanna got what she wanted, a baby. She will throw him soon, DNA test needed” rolling my eyes “Delete your Instagram, you don’t need this negativity” Joyce is asking for a beating from me, she is digging into this hole that she can’t escape “Robyn, Tina is on the phone, Joyce is trying to contact you?” Frowning at Dennis, Joyce is trying to call be “Joyce who?” Walking of towards Dennis and see what the fuck is up “my mom?” Chris said behind me, that boy adores his mom and she’s a bitch “is on mute?” I asked Dennis following him into the living room “yeah, Tina called and was like is Robyn there because if so Joyce is on the phone, i said who? She said Chris’ mother, I mean she has Chris’ number right?” Looking behind me and I knew Chris would be behind me following me, I didn’t want him too, but he did, I don’t blame him because it is his mother.

Taking my phone from Dennis, taking in a deep breath before answering “Tina” I said “she’s muted but she called on withheld and she said she got in touch with your manager, I’m like Robyn is her own boss so chile, I don’t know. But your publicist called me, but can I put her through?” Tina said “but what does she want? Didn’t she say what the issue was? She has her son’ number, I don’t get that she rang you like this” turning to Chris all in my space “Chris, I am going to go into another room, private. This is a private talk between us, and I don’t want you to be upset about shit yeah, then I mean it. We are going! Let the world go to shit, I don’t care. One minute Tina” moving my phone away from my ear “but I would like to hear what she has to say, it’s not fair, why didn’t she ring me. Why am I being penalised, for what!?” he spat “because she is what she is, I promise I will tell you what she says, do you trust me?” I asked “I do but I want to hear” he is hard headed but so can I “if you trust me then you will let me go and I will be back to tell you, I would not let her ever disrespect you but I can’t concentrate on this call and see your sad face, you know” Chris has this sad face now because he’s been reading shit “fine, you better tell her that she is hurting me” nodding my head “I will, just wait here. I will be back” walking by Chris “yeah so Tina, did she mention anything to you? Like what the fuck this is about!?” I would like to know anything before I answer this call “nothing, just that can I speak to Robyn, I did say she is busy and she said with my son then it clicked on who she is, Chris’ mother so yeah” rolling my eyes “ok put her through” I will go into the second living area, hopefully Chris stays put.

Sitting down on the couch “you called” I said, she is being awfully quiet for a woman that called me “I have never been an evil person Robyn, I love. I love everything and everyone, and you have married my son I see” she said “he married me, he purposed to me. I didn’t kidnap your son, clearly you think I brainwashed your grown ass son. He made his decision” I don’t want to snap at her “he is brainwashed when it comes to you, you had sex with him unprotected knowing full well what you wanted” and she says she is nice “what I wanted? Oh yes, I wanted to be the third baby mother, I wanted to be caught up in Chris’ issues, I wanted to play step mother, yes I wanted to deal with Chris’ bipolar and his odd ways, yes I wanted that. I wanted to heal Chris from his past because he hasn’t healed himself because nobody fucking cared to do it, yes Joyce! I wanted that, any sane bitch would just do what that bitch in Germany has done, oh you are just vile. Why the fuck would I wait all these years of my life to be in this situation!? Huh? Riddle me this, why is it you’re still stuck on the fact I stole your son? I didn’t steal Joyce, I took a broken man that was stuck on drugs and because I love him, if it wasn’t love he would be on the fucking streets and he would be a sperm donor, fuck!” I snapped, I just couldn’t hold back on that “you one big deluded bird” I need to not be rude “you got that bitch crying it’s love, and you crying I stole a boy you didn’t care about! Yes he is an adult, you right Joyce, he is a grown adult that his own mother failed him, I mean I am mothering him, oh wow. I am angry at you! I should be telling you, you stole your son’ adulthood because you shipped him off in his childhood to New Jersey because you couldn’t handle him, you leave him alone Joyce. You called me for what!? Hurt that I married him, mhmm. You can also stop using his name to sell your old people clothing, nobody wants those tacky shits, you also are on the list to not use his name. Only me, his daughters, his son will use his name. You! Let me find out you do, you’re getting sued, I suggest you sign those papers too Joyce!” the phone disconnected, just like that she ran off, I will not put up with shit.

I have known Chris since we were teenagers, I know everything about him, and I fucking know everything. His mother couldn’t handle him, she shipped him off. How can she allow her son to have sex as a child, I would like to murder her to be honest and they expect him to be sane. Fuck that, but that is done now. Getting up from the couch, I am done and if I get another issue now I am going to scream. I want to have some peace with Chris, no drama. I opened the door and Chris was already stood there “you don’t listen do you” tilting my head a little “you know me, you was sticking by me, like you out here dishing out gag orders on people” I chuckled “Chris, you’re my husband. I will be doing what I can, I am always doing something. I am sticking by you, like you do me. It’s ok, no evil will come between us. She will be coming to you Chris; she will want you ok?” Chris nodded his head “did you delete your Instagram?” that is the first thing “yeah, I turned my phone off too. Mel said it was be best if I did. Too much drama happening now, like people are all up in the air about it. Us being married” smiling at Chris “that is fine, I need to give my phone Dennis then we are going upstairs. We can talk about anything you like too. I am all ears, but you need to rub my feet” walking into the kitchen “those are my snacks! Get off, this fat bitch needs it but here Dennis. And please look after my daughter. If she does play up then you may come to us, do not post pictures of her, not the face anyways, you know the deal. Have fun” Jah looks like he is up to no good “he wants to wake her” Mel said “don’t bother, she will hate you for it” I said walking off “gummy drop want foot rubs huh” Chris put his arm around me “I do, and you better deliver. I think maybe we should literally sit in our robes too” I was in my robe, but I put something on to come down, after the minor meltdown earlier which I am over now.

I giggled seeing Chris in my Savage x Fenty robe, I swear he is the cutest “so you got boxers on?” I have to ask because you never know, he lifted the Robe showing me his boxers “ohhhhhh Savage Fenty boxers now? Mhmm I wonder who designed those, your dick looks bigger in those” I winked at Chris “my wife did that, I like them and this robe. I feel like a brand new guy” raising my leg at Chris “come on now” Chris chuckled getting onto the bed, he grabbed my foot “be nice now” side eyeing him gripping my foot, he sat across from me “do you have panties on?” Chris stretched my leg out to check and I yelped out “aye, I see your coochie” trying to reach over to slap his hand but Chris has a grip on my foot now “I have panties on thank you” laying back on the bed “I was just testing you gummy drop, if you take your robe off, I will take mine off” frowning at him “mhmm why you want me to take my robe off Christopher? After calling me gummy drop, I am not removing anything” Chris moved his hand and came over to me, hovering over me “I miss this” looking up at him “this position?” Chris grinned, biting on my bottom lip “I do, a lot actually” reaching my hand up and placing it at the side of Chris’ cheek, he lowered his head as he rested it on my shoulder, wrapping my arm around his neck, he didn’t lay on me but he was careful with me and just rested his head on my shoulder “I love you” pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

#Chrianna #chrianna ff #chriannaff #fanficton #fanfiction #fanfic

[mychemicalficrecs]

anything with a similar to magic!verse? thank you so much for this blog

You're welcome, nonnie!

I haven’t read this fic, but based on tags and summaries I hope this comes close?

Modern Days Fantasy and Magic

MagicVerse by jovialien, Frank/Gerard, 256k, mostly Teen And Up Audiences. The Way brothers, and Ray, and Bob, are special but they don't really notice it that much; it's just their lives. Frank Iero is not special. At all. He's different, yes, he knows that. Everyone at his old school knows that. Everyone in his old town knows that. Every fucking jock and wise guy who was after a bit of a distraction or punching bag knows he is different and tried to punish him for it. But at least it was enough to get him out of that dump and into a new town, a new school, and maybe a new start. But when he meets Gerard Way, he starts to learn that different isn't always a bad thing - and special is a term that covers an awful lot.

More Than You Could Ever Know by mokuyoubi, Frank/Gerard and a few others, 58k, Explicit. Frank's been saying he's saving himself for Gerard Way for years, and discovering that his new house/bandmate is actually friends with Gerard should make things easier. But it's bad enough that Gerard remembers Frank as that one freakish, stalkery fan that followed them from venue to venue, not to mention the fact that it's hard to make any progress when everything that comes out of Frank's mouth makes him sound like a giant asshole. Oh, and how Frank's trying to keep his stupid elf magic from outing himself and Brendon to a national audience. Featuring Panic! as a fivepiece, My Chemical Romance (where Bob's still around) +Matt.

burned, about to burn, or still on fire by inlovewithnight, Gabe/Mikey, Gabe/Pete, Mikey/Pete and more, 25k, Mature. Sex, drugs, rock & roll, psychic abilities, and a few shapeshifting dragons. (Or: Gabe is a dragon, Pete is his treasure, and Mikey is a pyrokinetic who lights his fire. From New Jersey pop-punk to rehab and starting over, they orbit each other.)

Mythical Affairs by vampirexchild, Frank/Gerard, 55k, Explicit. Frank Iero has always had the strange ability of being able to sew up his own wounds without stitches, heal a broken animal with a single touch. Once he is introduced to the brother of his best friend, he may finally discover that he isn't the only human to posses an incredible power.

Give Me A Reason To Believe (Failboats In Love) by Acadjonne, Frank/Mikey, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. On the night of October 31st, Linda and Frank Iero welcome a baby boy into their family. He weighs six pounds, four ounces, and is nineteen inches long. They give him a family name, and he becomes the third Iero man to bear the name of Frank. A year later, on All Hallow's Eve, a sleeping baby is taken from his crib and replaced with a fake. The babe will later be taken from the hands of the goblin that stole him, and he will be raised by two rowan treefolk, a house brownie, and some pixies. ----- When Ray walks down the stairs to the Way family basement, the last thing Mikey expects to see is a scrappy and long-haired form following behind him. But as he later finds out, Frank is almost always unexpected in the best of ways, the rest of the world be damned.

Saving Witches? Hunting things? The Family Curse? by Honestmouse, Frank/Gerard, 104k, Not Rated. Finally, life is getting good. After the hell they went through so soon after they met, they deserved this. This happiness. It's all going so well. They're both surprised by it honestly, but not willing to question it. Who cares if Gerard is still a little( kinda a lot) over protective of Frank. Who cares if they are so in love that after only a few short months they're moving in together. Frank is completely safe, he knows this. If only he could convince Gerard of that.

The Plant Shop by moss_and_rocks, Frank/Gerard, 16k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Based in a universe in which Wicca is the most dominant religion. Frank Iero is a chubby ray of sunshine who owns a plant shop. Gerard Way is an artist/barista who wants to buy a plant. Flirting and very unique dating rituals ensue.

My Boyfriend's a Vampire by dangsu, Frank/Gerard, 19k, Mature. Frank Iero is intrigued by the raven-haired boy that smiles with his lips but frowns with his eyes. ~ Or how Frank Iero scores a vampire boyfriend.

Frank Iero & the Elementali by xcrossxoutxstarsx, Frank/Gerard, 29k [WIP], Explicit. All Frank wanted was to live his life. Not necessarily a normal life, because he wanted to be a musician, the kind of musician who has a band and goes on tour all over the world, plays his music in front of thousands of people and maybe, just maybe, finds someone to share his life with until the day he dies. But of course, that’s exactly what didn’t happen. Apparently, the universe decided that was either too much to ask or too lame of a goal for him to accomplish, because somehow he ended up being miles and miles underneath New Jersey, trying to understand what the hell is wrong with him and what the fuck did he do to deserve all that’s happened since Gerard Way appeared in his life. Don’t take me wrong, I love the guy. But God, I wish he hadn’t come into the shop that day. Maybe things would be a little bit normal still.

Hocus Pocus AU by orphan_account, Frank/Gerard, 19k, Teen And Up Audiences. Hocus Pocus AU. Frank's new in town, and his new best friends think it'd be awesome to check out the old Way Cottage on Halloween. Frank thinks it'll be the best birthday ever. What he gets is two eighteenth century witches and a lot of strange situations.

Stairway to Heaven by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Grant/Gerard, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 58k, Explicit. Father Way accidentally taps into the memories of an angel, and stumbles into the middle of a millennia-long doomed romance.

If You Go Down To the Woods Today... by SaskiaK, Frank/Gerard, 25k, Mature. The guys are sure of a big surprise when they discover the secrets of a cursed forest, the setting of their new video shoot

Me and My Shadow by SaskiaK, 15k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frankie is a trainee fairy godfather. Gerard is a struggling artist with low self-esteem who happens to be Frankie's first client. Frankie really only wants to help but when Gerard is accidentally separated from his shadow, he can only watch as it enjoys the life he always wanted. When he finally realises his shadow is taking over, will he be able to regain control over it and his life?

Kiss The Bottle by cellphonecharm_au, Frank/Gerard, 36k, Explicit. A drunk wizard slips Frank a love potion while the band is in between tour dates. Chaos and mischief ensues.

By Fate Alone by DrGraves, Gen, 37k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. ...ultimately, there was no answer until whatever was going to happen, did. The future was still an uncertain wasteland, and they were peering through time with a lens the size of a pinhole. Even though his brother has the uncanny ability to see forward in time, Mikey Way's future is still uncertain. After Gerard has a vision of Mikey's untimely death, the race is on to save Mikey from his fate. Fate, it seems, has her work cut out for her.

Inked by pyrchance, Frank/Gerard, 28k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank has always wanted a tattoo. He's pretty sure seducing the witch lurking behind the band room is the only way to get one.

#frank/gerard #gabe/mikey #mikey/pete #frank/mikey #grant/gerard #frank/grant/gerard #gen #fantasy #magic #modern day

[eldritchsurveys]

857.

what was the last movie that you watched, and what did you think of it? >> Ad Astra. Honestly, that was definitely a movie I only watched because of the space stuff, and it did me no favours. There was some pretty cinematography, but that was literally it, and that’s not enough. I found the movie dry at most  points and then insufferably saccharine at others, Brad Pitt was an absolute snooze to watch, there was internal monologue and you know that is either a hit (rarely) or a miss (usually), and the whole plot was just fucking. UGH. It gave me nothing to relate to (even though ostensibly that was the kind of movie it was supposed to be, a ~relatable~ one), nobody to give a fuck about, and my disbelief crashed to earth repeatedly. I’d say I want my two hours back but really, I did it to myself by giving it a chance in the first place. I knew what I was in for by the fifteenth minute and I still kept watching like a dumbass. can you sit through an extreme chick flick? >> Like, a sappy romance, on some Notebook shit? Probably not, I’m repelled by most romance tropes. You know what kind of “chick” flick I love? Legally Blonde. does gore in movies bother you? >> No. It can annoy me sometimes, especially in a movie that was already kind of wack, but it doesn’t bother me in the way that people usually mean. what is honestly one of the best movies you’ve ever seen? >> Oh, you know. Whatever I’ve rated higher than four stars on Letterboxd. have you cooked anything today, if so, what? >> No.

what is a food that you are absolutely craving? >> I’m not craving anything. I’m not even hungry. have you ever been on a cruise before? >> No. what would be your ideal vacation? >> I don’t have an ideal vacation. what do you wish that you had more time in the day to do? >> I have plenty of time, it’s motivation and drive that I lack. how many hours of sleep, on average, do you get per night? >> On average, I’d say 7, 7 and a half? is it harder for you to fall asleep or stay asleep? >> It’s harder for me to fall asleep than it is to stay asleep, although some nights it’s hard for me to do either one. are you currently sick with anything? >> No. do you know anyone who has had the swine flu? >> I barely even remember that period in time. Certainly wasn’t on the level that this current shit is. are you going to watch any of the nfl playoff games? >> The answer to this will always be no. who are you rooting for to win the superbowl? >> --- do you have an older brother? >> --- do you ever play board games, or have you grown out of them? >> I don’t think you “grow out of” board games, dude, they make board games for literally every kind of person at every level of maturity or w/e in the world at this point. There really is a board game for everyone nowadays, unless you just don’t like board games, which is where I’m at. (There are some I like more than others, but I get restless and irritable pretty quickly when playing board games, for some reason. So I just don’t, unless I’m with Sparrow and the game doesn’t seem insufferable and I’m in an okay mood.) did you ever own a pack of gel pens? >> Yeah, when I was a preteen. what were the worst fashion trends that you witnessed in school? >> --- do you know what snooki’s pouf is? >> What? do you celebrate christmas? >> Not in the typical fashion. I mean, I tag along with Sparrow’s family stuff, but my personal observation of it is definitely more on the casual, vaguely mythology-focused, vehemently commercial-free end. what is a goal that you set for yourself in 2010? >> I don’t even remember 2010, my dude. did you kiss anyone since the new year? >> Yeah. do you still purchase cds? >> No, I haven’t bought a CD since... uh... damn. Never mind, I really can’t remember. did you see the movie avatar? >> I did. I remember thinking it was utterly unremarkable, which is apparently a shared sentiment since “we’ve all seen Avatar but can we even remember anything about it except blue aliens and hair sex” is basically a meme now. have you ever broken any bones, if so, which? >> No.

were you a quiet child or a loud child? >> I was a very quiet child. how old were you when you learned to ride a bike? >> I don’t remember. Six or seven, probably. what do you think of the conflict with the show jersey shore? >> I don’t know anything about that. do you put product in your hair daily? >> I don’t put product in my hair, period.

#surveys #survey #random survey

[rosecolouredash]

Star-crossed; Hockey!Calum

Pairing: Hockey!Calum x fem!OC

Summary: It was just his luck that he found her pretty.

Warnings: Minor language, sports-related violence

Notes: So this is the third Hockey!Calum one shot I’ve posted in a row (the fourth, if you count Hockey!Cashton…) I DON’T KNOW WHO I AM. Ehhm. ANYWAYS thank you to the amazing @casht0n-hoodwin for sending me this blurb idea. As you can see Mak, I kinda ran with it and I might keep running with it for a lil while longer… Also, I tried something new and wrote this in the third person and with OCs! Let me know what you think. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! It was nice to get back into some writing again.

Calum watched, slightly bleary eyed, as his captain ordered another round of shots. The group of college boys occupying the local bar started their night out thinking they’d have a casual drink with the team. Each boy was at least three drinks in, at this point.

The dark-haired boy laughed as he took the small glass that was offered to him by a fellow defensemen. After cheersing the teammates closest to him, Calum tapped the bottom of the glass on the bar before he brought it up to his lips and downed the shot in an instant - the liquor coating his throat with a somewhat pleasant burn.

The Timberwolves hockey team celebrated their recent win at regionals. They were now headed into the national championship.

“All right, lads. Try not to stay out late tonight,” Ashton started, using a tone of voice the team was familiar with during practice. “We have an early practice tomorrow and then our semi-final game against the Grizzlies on Saturday night.”

The team had less than a week to prepare for one of the most important games of their college hockey careers.

The Grizzlies were a relatively unknown team from the town over that qualified for nationals this year.

Their success was largely due to their captain, Blake Weaver, a rising forward who currently held the college league’s record of most goals in a single season. Their dark horse status left the Timberwolves apprehensive, especially their captain. Ashton was adamant on being ready to play against them.

Michael lifted his beer bottle to the team. “Here’s to a successful bear hunt, this weekend. Eh, boys?”

Howls of laughter filled the space.

As he took a moment to gaze around the small bar, Calum caught eyes with a pretty blonde who offered him a sweet smile.

He finished one more drink before declaring that he was headed out. Bidding farewell to his family of a team, some with much difficulty - Luke almost convinced him to stay - he left the crowded bar.

The late-evening air was cool on his skin.

Before he had the chance to begin walking back to his apartment, a couple of blocks away, the heavy door of the bar swung open again.

It was the blonde Calum had shared a smile with.

“Calling it a night, too?” He asked, kindly.

“Mm, something like that.” She grinned, her dimples becoming apparent. “The boys in there are getting a little rowdy.”

She continued to recount that as she left, a tall curly-haired boy had started double-fisting bottles of beer. Calum chuckled at the comment; confident that she was describing his best friend.

Falling into an easy-going conversation, Calum admired her eyes. They were a lighter shade of brown, unlike his own.

He learned that she was visiting town and that this particular dive bar was a recommendation. He listed other places to visit which she appreciated immensely. When she asked about dog-friendly spots, the dark-haired boy was elated to share the places in which he brought his little pup, Duke. At that point, he asked if she wanted to see pictures of him. He was halfway through pulling out his phone when she happily obliged; while sharing pictures of her own puppy.

Mid-way through their conversation, Calum realized he never properly introduced himself. As he gave his name, Ashton and Michael exited the bar with Luke - one of his arms draped over the two aforementioned boys.

“Cal, you’re still here?” Ashton questioned when he noticed that a girl was with him. She was shy of his height by a few inches.

Confused at the enquiry, Calum glanced at his phone, still out from sharing pictures of Duke and checked the time. He figured out that they were stood outside the bar talking for over an hour now.

Calum introduced his best friends, each of them giving her some form of greeting, safe for Luke who let out a small burp then giggled. His laugh was infectious and so she couldn’t help but join in.

They were telling her that they played on the college hockey team when a car pulled up to the curb of the bar.

“Oh! There’s my ride,” she apologized, cutting Michael off from his story from their last game. After wishing them goodnight, she got in and waved from the interior of the vehicle. She greeted the green-eyed boy in the driver’s seat who gave the foursome one last stare before speeding away.

“She was nice,” Luke hummed and then rested his head on Michael’s shoulder. “What’s her name?”

“Shit,” Calum realized she hadn’t said. Though, he did know her dog’s name was Rococo.

“That’s a nice name.”

Ashton snorted at Luke’s half-coherent response, rubbing his back. “Let’s get you home, mate.”

—

“That must be him.”

Calum looked over to the opposing team’s bench.

It was Saturday night and the semi-final game, between the Timberwolves and the Grizzlies, was about to begin. From his place on the ice, the defenseman watched as a tall fellow spoke to the Grizzlies head coach; WEAVER glaring from the back of his jersey in red fabric.

“You think you can take him, Cal?” The boy in blue looked over to his captain. It was decided that Calum would stay on Weaver; the entire game. He responded with a reassuring nod.

They got into their positions when the referee moved to center ice for the puck drop.

Ashton faced his opponent when a feeling of recognition washed over him. The Timberwolves’ captain raised his eyebrow at the boy. “Have we ever met before?”

Weaver stayed silent, his glare unnerving.

Michael let out a chuckle from his place on Ashton’s left. “Strong, silent type, huh?”

Their opponent shifted his gaze over to the left-winged player, “I let my actions on the ice speak for me.”

Before Michael could respond, the referee blew his whistle to signal the beginning of the game.

The puck went down and Ashton won the face-off. He quickly passed it to Luke, who then passed it up to Michael. Unfortunately, the left-wing had skated too far up on the ice and one of the Grizzlies got in-between to steal the puck.

Calum, who was about to cover Weaver, swore under his breath and fell back to play on the defensive.

It went back and forth like this between the two teams for a while.

At one point in the first period, the captain of the Grizzlies had possession of the puck.

This was Calum’s chance. He focused solely on the stitching of WEAVER on the back of the white jersey and went in for the hit. When Calum made contact, the defensemen could have sworn he heard a whimper when Weaver crashed into the boards and fell down onto the ice.

Before Weaver was hit, the puck was passed to a Grizzlies teammate that was off-side so the play was whistled down to a stop.

“Damn.” Calum heard from Weaver who was trying to get up from the ice. Feeling a little bad, the defensemen did the sportsmanly thing and offered a gloved hand. Before grabbing ahold of it, a voice cut through the ice, making them pull away from each other.

“Get away from my sister!”

“Sister?” Michael questioned, skating over to his best friend. He and Calum shared a confused look.

The boy who had called out, crouched down onto the ice and went to remove Weaver’s helmet. “You ok, Blake?”

“Woah, wait a minute…” Michael chimed in again but the rest of his sentence died out in his throat.

Underneath the headgear, blonde hair was revealed; bits of it falling out of a braided crown that wrapped around her head.

When Ashton too skated over, he realized why the guy he shared the face-off circle with seemed so familiar.

Luke was the last to join his teammates and best friends. Skating to a halt, he overlooked the scene and uttered the first words that came to his mind, “well fuck, there’s two of you?”

At that, Calum was broken out of his reverie. He locked eyes again with the pretty blonde they’d met a couple of nights ago at the bar.

She offered him a sheepish smile, her dimples matching those of her twin brother until he began to frown at the foursome. “It’s nice to see you boys again.”

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