#kourts tag drop

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last batch of tags for now ( not including dynamics ) . I am going to do a report for work & then I will hop into some creative things x & just like my last post , i made mobile / easily accessible tags since mine have some formatting to them ♡

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[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader second series!! part eight

— (continuation) starstruck au!

first series | series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH you meet nini for the first time

WARNINGS swearing, nsfw suggested ??

NOTES im SO SORRY for not updating in forever omg i’m so unmotivated. jackbox is a game where you connect it to your tv / computer and play games on your phone together! enjoy this

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

( tags: @hesvoid34 @omgdani17 )

lowercase intended.

you laid in bed next to ricky that night, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. you were watching heathers, but you weren’t really paying attention. your mind was on ricky, although he was right there with you.

“hey ricky?” you asked quietly. you weren’t sure if he was asleep or not.

“hm?” ricky replied. you tilted your head up to look at him better.

“are you okay?” you asked. “with your parents... and everything. we never got a chance to talk.”

he sighed. “no, if i’m being honest. it’s just... hard to talk about. hard to find the words.”

you nodded. “it’s okay if you don’t want to talk. i want you to do what makes you most comfortable.”

he kissed the top of your head. “i’m just glad you’re here.”

“me too.”

the two of you laid in comfortable silence for a little while, watching the movie. after a while you figured ricky was asleep, but then he spoke up. “do you know what you’re doing after graduation?”

“no. not yet,” you sighed. “i guess i don’t know what i want to do with my life. it’s a big decision.”

“move in with me,” ricky said without missing a beat. you paused, making sure you heard him correctly. when you were sure you did, you pulled away from him and laid on your side so you could look at him. he mirrored your actions.

“what?” you asked gently.

“move in with me when you graduate,” he repeated. “it’s just me and big red here. and i’m sure ashlyn will end up moving in. then you can go to college whenever you’re ready.”

“ricky i— are you sure?” you asked. “is that what you want?”

“why wouldn’t i?” he asked. “i love you so much. i don’t want us to do long distance anymore, and this is the perfect chance.”

you reached out and stroked his cheek with your hand. “ricky, i would love to move in with you. more than anything.”

he rested his hand over yours on his face and grinned. “this is going to be amazing. seriously i... can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

you grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. when you pulled apart, he buried his face in your neck and held you close to him. “you smell nice.”

you laughed. “so do you.”

“i’m so glad that when you move in we get to do this every night,” he said. “i’ve missed you so much.”

“i’ve missed you too.”

the next morning you woke up with ricky’s arms loosely around your waist. he was still asleep, and you figured he would be for a while. he was always a late sleeper. you shifted away from him slightly, wanting to get out of bed but not wanting to wake him, but he groaned and pulled you back towards him and held you against him tightly. you laughed. “ricky, i wanna get up.”

“noo,” he said sleepily, his eyes still closed. “you’re warm.”

you looked at him fondly and ran your hand through his hair gently. a small smile appeared on his face as you did, and he held you tighter. you continued to play with his hair until his grip around you loosened and his breathing steadied. you kissed his forehead and slipped out of bed.

you made your way down to the kitchen and saw ashlyn in there, making something. she grinned at you as you sat on a bar stool facing her. “morning!”

“morning ash,” you said. “how was your night?”

“really nice. we just caught up and actually fell asleep watching high school musical,” she laughed. “how was yours?”

“great! ricky actually... asked me to move in with him.”

ashlyn dropped her whisk into the bowl in excitement. “what!”

“yes!” you grinned. “he said right after graduation, since it’s just him and red here and i don’t have a plan.”

“(y/n) that’s so exciting! i’m so happy for you,” she said. “red and i have actually been talking about moving in together as well.”

“do you think you would move in here?”

“i mean, maybe! that’d ultimately be ricky’s decision. but imagine how special that would be, the four of us all living here together.”

you grinned. “that would seriously be amazing.”

you and ashlyn talked for a while about little things, and before long, ricky made his way into the kitchen, yawning.

“morning,” he said. when he passed by you, he kissed the side of your head. then he walked towards the coffee maker. “what are you making ash?”

“waffles,” she said. “i make great waffles.”

“i can confirm that,” you said, and you and ashlyn both laughed. ricky smiled and grabbed his coffee cup, slipping into the stool next to you.

“big red’s still asleep?” he asked. ashlyn shook her head.

“in the shower,” she said. “he showers in the mornings like a weirdo.”

“hey, i shower in the mornings usually,” ricky said.

“and you’re a weirdo,” ashlyn said with complete sincerity. you laughed.

“she’s right.”

ricky grinned. “hey, at least our shower times will never conflict.”

“wouldn’t be that big of a deal if they did,” you said and ashlyn groaned.

“gross.”

you raised your hands. “i didn’t necessarily mean it like that! that’s just how you took it.i just meant there are multiple showers here.”

ricky laughed and rested his hand on your leg. “i knew what you meant. either way,” he winked. you laughed, and big red made his way into the kitchen.

“morning everybody,” he smiled at everyone. he kissed ashlyn quickly then stole half a waffle off of her plate of made ones. he sat on the stool on the other side of ricky. you turned to ricky and put your hand on his arm gently.

“oh, hey. i forgot to tell you, i met kourtney greene yesterday,” ricky looked at you with a curious look on his face.

“really? where?”

“she sat next to me on the plane,” you said. “she recognized me, then we got to talking and she told me who she was.”

ricky raised his eyebrows. “damn. i didn’t really expect her to stay caught up on what’s happening.”

“kourt’s great, though,” big red piped up. “really talented.”

“she wants to hang out with me,” you said, casting a glance at ricky to see his reaction. he nodded.

“that’d be awesome. could ask her to come here, if you want?” he suggested. “since it’s been so long.”

“i’ll talk to her!” you said. ashlyn placed plates with a waffle on it in front of all three of you.

“enjoy,” she said. “i’ve slaved over these for so so long.”

you laughed. “thanks ash. these smell great.”

“i know,” she laughed.

(a/n: too* i am so embarrassed)

you wandered into the living room where ricky was. ashlyn and big red were in the kitchen arguing about what to make for dinner (they were like an old married couple already) and ricky was sitting on the couch watching brooklyn nine-nine, one of his favorite shows. he smiled at you warmly as you entered the room and held his arms out. you situated yourself into his side, your legs slung over his and your head on his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around your waist and rubbed your back.

“i was talking to kourtney,” you said after a moment. he looked at you curiously.

“oh yeah?”

you hummed. “i invited her over here, like we were talking about, and she said she was hanging out with nini today. then she asked if maybe her and nini could come here today.”

ricky didn’t respond for a moment. after jake peralta made a ‘title of your sex tape joke’ and he laughed slightly, he looked at you. “would you be okay with that?”

“absolutely,” you said genuinely. “i know you guys are still friends and there are no hard feelings. i’d love to meet her.”

“okay. then i don’t mind at all.”

you planted a kiss on his jaw before pulling away from him slightly to text kourtney. she replied quickly, telling you she’d be there in a few hours. you set you phone down and cuddled back into ricky’s side. “we should play jackbox when they get here.”

“yes!” he exclaimed. “i love jackbox.”

you giggled. “i know.”

you were in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. you were (trying) to bake brownies while ricky was setting up the game in the living room.

“i’ll get it!” ashlyn yelled, and you heard her walk to the door and open it. “hi girls!”

“ashlyn!” you heard. “it’s so good to see you.”

“awh nini! i’ve missed you!” ashlyn said. “you must be kourtney. it’s so nice to meet you.”

“you too! i’ve heard so much.”

you heard the door close and small conversation continued as they approached the living room. “hey guys!” you heard ricky say.

“oh my god are we playing jackbox?” kourtney asked.

ricky laughed. “of course.”

you set the tray of brownies in the oven and wiped your hands on your apron. you took a deep breath before entering the living room, slipping your apron off over your head. “hi guys!”

everyone’s heads popped up when you entered the room. ricky grinned at you and nini came over quickly to hug you. “it’s really, really nice to meet you.”

you hugged her back tightly. “you too! i am obsessed with your music, seriously. ask anyone.”

“i can confirm,” ashlyn nodded. “she listened to it constantly over christmas break.”

nini laughed. “that means the world to me to hear. you are my new favorite person.”

“hey!” kourtney said, offended. nini laughed and waved her off. 

“yeah, you too, i guess.”

big red entered the room, his phone to his ear. “what do you guys like on your pizza?” he glanced at ashlyn and nini and grinned, waving.

“pepperoni’s good for me,” nini said.

“get one with banana peppers,” ricky said. 

“yess!” ashlyn said. big red nodded and repeated the order into the phone, leaving the room. ricky fidgeted with something on the computer then grinned when picture showed on the tv screen. 

“yes, got it!” 

everyone sat on the couch. you slid next to ricky, slinging your legs over his. big red rushed into the room and sat on the other side of ricky, joining the game at the last minute. 

the six of you played different games for a few hours. you took a break in the middle when the pizza was delivered and you almost burned the brownies. it was close to one in the morning before nini or kourtney even suggested leaving, then it wasn’t until past two where they actually did. you got nini’s number before they left. 

“i’m really glad i got to meet you,” nini said. “call me next time you’re in town.”

“will do,” you promised. she hugged you tightly and so did kourtney, before leaving out the front door. you closed it behind them and yawned.

“i am exhausted,” you said. ricky wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“c’mon. let’s go to bed.”

#ricky bowen starstruck au #joshua bassett #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #olivia rodrigo #ashlyn caswell #bowen #ricky #ricky bowen x reader #drivers license #hsm the series #ricky bowen #ricky bowen headcanons #ricky bowen one shots #nini salazar roberts #big red

[lumosinlove]

Coast To Coast

(Sweater Weather spin-off)

Read part one here

Read about Wolfstar in Sweater Weather here

(warning: Worrying about coming out. I’m not sure how to tag it, but I know some people wanted warnings about these types of issues and I want everyone to feel comfortable and aware <3)

part ii

Harvard University, 2016

Logan sat on Finn’s bed, the mattress bare. The walls were stripped of all signs that Finn had ever been there—the Speed Limit 55 sign he had found in a parking lot. The pictures tacked on the wall of him and his brother, his family, the team winning Championships, and Logan’s favorite. He stared at the place on the wall where it had been. He could still see a bit of blue tack there, forever hardened into the white paint. It was a picture of Finn and him, taken by someone else, one of their teammates, at the party the team had thrown after they won. They were both grinning like all hell in the picture, and Finn’s arm was thrown over Logan’s shoulders, standing behind him a little, his hand pressed to Logan’s chest. Logan could still feel it, Finn warm all along his back. He remembered hoping Finn couldn’t feel his beating heart.

“Lo, can you stop looking so mopey for two seconds, please?”

Logan blinked, snapping out of it to look back at Finn. He had his ray bands pushed into his red hair and was chewing his gum loudly, as usual. The summer sun had already made his cheeks a little pink at the top. He looked lean and strong in his NASA-logo t-shirt and jean shorts, sweating a little from moving boxes all morning in the new-summer heat.

Finn was leaving, was the thing. Finn wasn’t a senior anymore, he was draftee of the Gryffindor Lions. Finn was going, going, gone.

“I’m not mopey,” Logan said, picking at a mattress thread.

Finn huffed out a laugh, zipping a suitcase closed. “Could’ve fooled me.” He snapped his gum and hauled the suitcase and his hockey bag up by their straps easily. He pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes. “Alright, last two. Hold the doors for me, eh?”

Logan took one last look around the room as he stood. “You’re not even going to say goodbye?”

Finn laughed, “You’re so fucking sentimental. I’ve got the party tonight, and I’ve got one more night here.”

“Yeah, in my room,” Logan said.

“Exactly,” Finn turned to the side, and Logan could just a sliver of the brown eyes some of the boys called him bambi for. It wasn’t enough to read his expression. “Plenty of time to say goodbye,” Finn finished, and then turned all the way towards the door. “Come on, I don’t want to carry this all by myself.”

“That’s because you’re lazy,” Logan said over a catch in his throat. Finn had a way of making him feel perfectly at home and blazingly nervous all at once. It gave him whiplash. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Facts,” Finn hiked his stick bag up onto his shoulder with a grin and opened his door.

They loaded the car and made sure they would be able to pull out easily the next morning without having to wake up any of the other guys. When they were done, Logan left it as a problem to face the next morning. He didn’t want to think about Finn leaving. He didn’t want to think about spending next year, his senior year, without him. He wanted to get a little drunk tonight, hang out with his friends, and have Finn in his bed—maybe not in the way he wanted, but it was something.

“I am going to miss this shit-hole house,” Finn sighed as they walked back up the stone steps of Omega Kappa Nu, or the hockey-house as the rest of campus called it, together.

Logan scoffed, gesturing up at the ionic columns and the double-decker wrap-around porch. “Hock-house is anything but a shit-hole.”

Finn laughed. “Easy for you to say, you got the best room in the place.”

Logan smiled thinking about his corner room on the top floor, windows covering both walls. “She’s a beaut, eh?”

“Yeah she is, but only because I get her for one night.”

The reminder made Logan’s stomach flip. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, you better not kick in your sleep.”

“Even if I didn’t, I’d kick you.”

Logan shoved him as they reached the house, the heavy wooden double-doors propped open by one of Logan’s socks shoved beneath it as a door stop.

“Gross,” Finn said, pointing.

“You told me to help you with the doors.”

Finn rolled his eyes, but threw an arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Alright. Let’s take your car to get the booze, yeah? You got your fake? Oh, that’s right, no one ever believes yours.”

“Fuck off,” Logan groaned, and Finn laughed, tossing Logan his keys.

~

The party was in full swing, the sun down and hanging lanterns lit, and Logan was pleasantly buzzed. He had a red cup in his hand full of rum and coke, and he could see Finn across the patio, feet dangling in one of the blow up pools that one of the boys had bought and filled. He was laughing, a Harvard hat flipped backwards, keeping his hair out of his face. Logan sighed and drained the last of his cup, ducking back into the house for some more. He got a few slaps on the back along the way and smiled back. The kitchen was actually pretty empty, everyone having gone outside to escape the heat, but the liter coke was empty, too. Logan sighed, picking up the bottle by its cap and bouncing the plastic on the counter a few times, as if that would fill it back up.

“Wingardium-coke-osa,” said a voice in his ear and Logan snorted before spinning and smacking Finn with the bottle hard on his arm.

“Fuck me,” Finn hissed, rubbing his arm. His own drink had sloshed against his shirt, leaving a dark stain on the hem. “Tremzy.”

Logan laughed, pushing himself up to sit on the counter beside the sink. “There’s no more coke, it isn’t funny. Where’d all these fucking,” he gestured around, “people come from, drinking my rum and coke.”

“Here,” Finn said, and suddenly Finn’s cup was pressed against Logan’s lips.

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then narrowed suspiciously.

“Drink,” Finn said softly. They were closer now, Finn almost between Logan’s thighs. He was taller than Finn like this, level with his soft brown eyes. “Go ahead.”

Logan could smell the sickly sweet soda, and he let Finn tilt the drink into his mouth slowly. There was only an inch or so left, and Logan drank easily, the bite of the rum hot on his tongue. Finn pulled it back at the last second and drained the last centimeter himself, mouth where Logan’s had been.

“So, you’ve been drinking my rum and coke,” Logan said hoarsely.

“Guilty,” Finn replied, and Logan thought he saw his eyes dart to his own mouth. His own did the same instinctively.

“Facts,” Logan parroted, and pretended, to himself, that he could lean in right then and kiss Finn on the mouth.

Finn’s nose scrunched, then he smiled and looked behind him. “Promised Kourt a game of pong, eh? See you later?”

Logan’s heart did a little twist. Kourt. Kourtney Bleaker. Logan would do anything to poof that girl out of existence, her hands all over Finn all the time.

“I’m not sleeping on sheets you fucked Kourtney Bleaker on,” Logan said, looking down into his empty cup.

Finn’s smile dropped, surprised, then he raised his eyebrows. “Jesus, Logan. Who said anything about that? I said I’m going to play beer pong.”

“I’m just telling you. You might be sleeping in my room but don’t do that.”

“What, you got plans?” Finn bit back.

“What if I do?”

Finn’s mouth formed a hard line. “Well, have fun, then.” He turned and went into the living room without looking back.

Logan threw his cup in the direction of the trashcan, maybe too hard, and let the screen door bang behind him as he went back outside.

He didn’t want them to fight on their last day together. It was three in the morning and people were filing out to other parties or going home. Logan could still hear the music from downstairs, but he’d learned how to sleep through it a long time ago.

Finn was still in the house somewhere. Logan pulled off his sweaty shirt, his necklace bouncing, cold, against his chest, and went into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and brush his teeth. He rinsed his mouth out twice, and pushed wet hands through his hair. He was hot, and upset, and he couldn’t decide if wanted Finn to appear or not.

He didn’t have long to worry over it. He flicked the bathroom light off and there was Finn, closing the door behind him. They stared at each other.

“I thought I should probably sleep,” Finn said. “Got a bit of a drive tomorrow.”

He took his sunglasses from where they were folded into his shirt and set them on Logan’s dresser, along with his hat. He toed off his navy blue vans and then stood there, unsure of what to do.

Logan picked up the t-shirt he had discarded earlier and threw it into his hamper without a word. His shorts he left on the floor to be worn again tomorrow.

“Pardon,” he mumbled, maybe one of four phrases Finn knew in French, and Finn all but jumped out of the way so that Logan could get to his plaid pajama bottoms in his dresser.

He thought he heard Finn sigh as he walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door when he used the toilet. Logan ran his hands over his ribs and neck, trying to calm himself down, before crawling into the far side of his bed by the wall and moonlit window, leaving Finn what room was left—which wasn’t much. Logan had had a few girls stay over and it was always a tight fit. He could only imagine what it was going to be like to have two hockey players, all six feet of Finn, in the bed with him.

“I’m using your toothbrush, I packed mine,” Finn said from the bathroom.

“Fine,” Logan replied. They’d done it enough times on roadies. One of them was always forgetting something. Toothbrush, underwear, phone charger.

Finally, Finn flicked the light off and came to the edge of the bed. He looked down at Logan for a minute. Logan could feel his eyes on him, but he kept his towards the ceiling.

Finn sighed, and reached behind his head to pull his t-shirt off. He unbuttoned his jean shorts next, kicking them away. He left his socks on. Logan watched the muscles in his chest from the corner in his eye. Finn pushed the covers back and slid in. Instantly, the bed was warmer, verging on too warm in the June heat, but Logan kept very still.

After what felt like an hour of both of them lying there stiffly on their backs, Finn let out a sigh and pushed himself up onto one elbow, leaning over Logan. Logan kept his eyes towards the ceiling and the stripes of moonlight. He could guess how Finn looked in the moonlight, all pale skin and sharp lines. He didn’t know what would happen if he actually looked.

“I’m not leaving tomorrow with you mad at me,” Finn said softly.

Logan felt his chest tighten at the words. His throat felt very suddenly tight with tears, surprising him. He blinked hard and then turned on his side, back towards Finn. It was another few moments before he thought he could speak. Even when he did, the words came out thick. “Guess I’ll have to stay mad at you, then.”

Finn sucked in a breath. Whether it was at Logan’s meaning, or the sound, Logan didn’t know.

Finn was quiet, but then Logan felt his hand on the bare skin of his back, thumb rubbing over his spine. “Lo…”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut.

“Tremz, come on, look at me. Logan.”

“Non. Tu dors,” Logan rasped.

“Door?” Finn’s hand pressed against his shoulder. “Don’t speak French, I can’t—”

“Go to sleep,” But Logan’s voice broke, giving him away. He cursed, turning his nose into his pillow. “Go to sleep, go to sleep…”

“Logan—”

“Je ne veux pas parler,” Logan began, voice hitching up at the end. His cheeks burned, his head hurt. If he talked about it, it was real.

Finn groaned and then suddenly Logan felt him throw a leg over his hips, his full weight settling over him for a moment as he wedged himself between the wall and Logan’s body. Logan was too surprised to struggle for a moment, but before he could think about it, Finn’s hand was wrapped around his neckless, the small fleur-de-lis, and it was like a tether. Logan couldn’t find it in himself to look away. They were chest to chest, skin against skin, and their heads were on the same pillow.

Finn’s face dropped in surprise.

“Don’t,” Logan said, wedging a hand between them to wipe at his face angrily. “Don’t, Finn.”

But Finn caught Logan’s hand around the wrist. “No, I want—I need to talk about—”

Finn cut off though. Logan knew what they were both thinking. That kiss, almost a year ago now. More than a kiss. Logan still thought about it, too much. How Finn had felt in his hand. The feeling of Finn kissing him back, holding him close.

“No,” Logan said. “You don’t.”

“Yes,” Finn argued.

“Why?” Logan said, voice hushed. “You’re leaving. You’re going to the NHL. Name one player who’s…whatever you are. Whatever—whatever we are.”

Logan wasn’t quite sure. He liked girls. He liked boys. He liked Finn. He’d burn worlds for Finn.

But Finn was leaving, and it wasn’t up to Logan whether he could follow or not.

“You can’t,” Logan said. “Because there aren’t any.”

“Maybe I could be the first,” Finn said.

“You want that?” Logan fired back. “No one will give a shit about how you play. Maybe it’ll be too much for the organization. No one will want you because you’re too much trouble. We’ve both heard the things said on the ice, in the stands…the slurs. Imagine how bad it would be if they knew it was actually true.”

That seemed to make Finn think twice. Logan had let it spew out of him, all of the horrors that kept him up at night. He expected Finn to pull away. He waited for him to pull away.

Instead, Finn made a sad, low sound in his throat, and pushed their foreheads together. Logan let out a shuttering breath and let Finn slide their fingers together. His heart pounded, and he could feel Finn breathing against his chest.

“Well, I’m not there yet,” Finn said. “I’m still here. With you.”

Logan’s hands were shaking and he knew Finn could feel because Finn squeezed his fingers.

“Lo, please. I’m gonna be all alone with no one I know. I’m going to…” Finn gave his head a little shake, pushing harder against Logan, like he did after a goal, on the ice. “I’m gonna miss the hell out of you, okay? I already do.”

Logan’s breathing hitched again, tears hot in the corner of his eyes, and he leaned forward and kissed Finn. He brought his other hand up to clutch desperately around his back, nails digging in.

Finn kissed back hard, licking into Logan’s mouth like he needed it. His hand wandered down to Logan’s lower back, ending in a press to his thigh. Logan took the hint and wrapped his leg around Finn’s, heel against Finn’s calf. Finn pressed a hand to Logan’s cheek, thumb wiping any wet away, and Logan clutched harder to him. He was trying to remember, and trying to forget, at the same time.

The music had finally stopped downstairs, and neither of them noticed.

Logan woke up to quiet. The sun had replaced the moon and it was bright. Too happy. He looked over at Finn, who was on his stomach, sleeping with his face mashed in the pillow and full lips parted. He had one hand curled around Logan’s bicep lightly, holding on. Logan could barely stand it.

Logan looked at Finn again on the side of the road. Finn was wearing the same shirt as yesterday, stain and all. The same shorts, the same hat, the same shoes. He wore a different expression. His eyes were sad, conflicted.

Logan wanted to make it easy for him. He wanted him to go and live his dream.

He put his hands into his pockets and smiled a half smile. “Ne m’oublie pas, d’accord?”

Don’t forget me. Please, please, please.

Finn sighed, like he always did. “I can’t understand you.”

Good. Logan looked down, then back again.

“Call me when you get there. Send me a picture of Gryffindor,” Logan took a deep breath, and smiled. “Meet a nice girl.”

Finn’s expression cracked. His lip even quivered, just for a moment. “Lo…”

“Call me when you get there. I want to hear about everything. This is your dream.” Logan said, and turned away from the curb. If Finn spoke, Logan would get into the car with him.

He made it inside, he made it up the stairs and into his room, before he pressed a hand over his mouth, shaking. He leaned back against the door. Out the window, he watched Finn drive away.

He tried to remember, and tried to forget, at the same time.

#coast to coast #sweater weather spin off #Logan tremblay #finn o'hara #wolfstar #fic #ocs #lumosinlove ocs #sirius black #Remus lupin #lumosinlove #hockey au #hockey story

[tcmmykinard]

hi kourt! ❤ just wanted to drop by shortly bc i think i didn't mention before: i like the posts i'm tagged in so ik for sure which ones i've already queued up. i try to spread out content more evenly so the reblogs will follow, it just takes awhile with my queue being pretty long rn!! ;)

aah it's okay, i do close to the same thing with my queue as well! thank you for letting me know, though 🥰💛

#seik-o #asks

[squaredcircleconfess]

CCW’s Top 69 list review

𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗨𝗦 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 & 𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗘

Kourtney Kardale: Hey everybody and welcome. I am Kourtney Kardale alongside the suavest and dazzling Cassius Bates, coming to you live from the Squared Circle Confidential studios. Tonight, we will be bringing you all the hottest happenings within CCW. So, Cassius, the CCW dropped their coveted top 69 list last night. What are your thoughts about it?

Cassius Bates: Well Kourtney, it was an interesting list for sure, a lot of good names on there.  But you know who was snubbed?  Pao Chan.  Rika’s puppet…  panda…  alter ego...  thing!  And we’ve seen widespread protests over this online since the list went up.  But otherwise, it’s a pretty good list that covered the year pretty well, I think.

Kourtney Kardale: It did stir up a bit of an uproar with some of the talent. When I was looking down the list and it seemed fair for the most part. The list had a variety of wrestlers on it but it also had their staff listed. 

Cassius Bates: But CCW’s always been good about that, like, anyone could get the Golden Ticket Championship…  if they ran in here right now, we could win it and potentially make our way onto the list in the next year.  That said, what do you think of the top three?  Angel McMaster, C.J. Sweet and Chang Dong Geun?  Were those the right choices?  Or did someone get snubbed like a Winter Drell, Chris Constantine, Brew Collar or otherwise?

Kourtney Kardale: It's pretty fair to say that the top three of the list are in their rightful places. No disrespect to Winter and Chris and Brew Collar, but when you look at what Angel has accomplished over the past few months,  her resume keeps building and most of her opponents are well known outside of CCW. C.J. has been trailing behind Angel holding her own with her accomplishments and facing top tier wrestlers herself. And the man who beat God and Allah. Of course Chang Dong Geun would round out the top three. He causes quite the stir.

Cassius Bates: My lovely colleague has a point folks.  We’ll give you that, now, lets see.  There are some more shocking placements on the list too, like the Children of the Moon getting the top rank as a tag team?  Even outdoing the Dragons and Brew Collar who have had big years all their own.  Jack Danielson even pointed out he felt this was low placement for the first ever two time Tag Team Champs.  What do you think?

Kourtney Kardale: This one is a toughie. You have so many talented tag teams in the company and every single one of them are killing it. Jack makes a valid point. They should be higher up on the list, but higher than the champs? I don’t know. It’s sort of a slippery slope when it comes to that.

Cassius Bates: And if you move them up, you can’t not move up the Dragons, and there’s no ties in this thing so…  It is a tough call for sure.  I know somewhere Sydney Vahle is punching the air angry at that Farm Fresh Beef snub too.

Kourtney Kardale: Well, I guess you could say that they should be thankful because Valeria ranked lower than a mop. A mop! She didn’t seem all that happy about it and her friend Hunter is enjoying herself by torturing her relentlessly about it. Maybe Valeria needs to step out of her country music superstar friends shadow to make an impact? 

Cassius Bates: Maybe but it could be worse, Heather Haze was actually pinned by that mop at one time!  And while Heather got her win back, Haze is a championship level wrestler here, so that’s a championship level mop!  No shame in losing to that mop.  Now, a bucket…  a bucket would really be embarrassing.  But then, I guess we have to talk about the other elephant in the room, the staff on the list.  Chellsea placed early, as did Faith, Verity, Felicity, Sydney, and more…. But Brennan Devlin was 69.  He had to cheat for that, right?  But Chellsea wouldn’t let him do that.”

Kourtney Kardale: Being number 69 is a place Brennan would place himself and would feel like he was the biggest winner on the list. Adding staff to the list is controversial. Who are we to say who goes on what list? I mean they are apart of the show. Besides the fans who come to the shows or watch at home, they play a pretty important role.

Cassius Bates: I still think we here at SCC should all make a secret pact to get on next year's list to be fair.  You in?

Kourtney Kardale: I’m definitely all in for that. Speaking of next year though. With the amazing year that CCW has had, we have to look forward to what 2021 will bring. Will the landscape change? Will we see a new World champion? New faces joining the madness? What does 2021 hold for the CCW as a whole.

Cassius Bates: Well if 2020 was crazy, 2021 will be too.  So, I think the best way to do this is, we could sit here and speculate but…  how about this.  We both name our top five CCW talents to look out for, those we expect to do big things in 2021…  And considering I am nothing if not a gentleman, I think you should go first, m’lady.

Kourtney Kardale: Hmmm, I predict that Cartier will be booked more in the new year. Cecily Golding will finally turn on Brennan and be the hero the CCW needs. C.J. Sweet will continue to dominate. CCW announced through a tweet exchange that they signed Lourdes Hawthrone. I think she’ll make a big splash and debut strong.

Cassius Bates: Fun choices there, let’s see…  I’ll start off strong.  Ricki Wilde.  As of this show, she has not lost a single match in CCW.  Nothing.  And I think she’ll continue.  There’s a long rumbled rumor between various sources that the Director With the Merchandise, Dulce Desjardins may be stepping into the ring in the not too distant future, and I see big things for her as well.  Deadeye Weston is another talent that I believe is on the brink of a breakout moment, he just needs the time.  Let’s see that’s three, four would be the former Combat Crown Champion, Azi.  Our resident demon had a big run in the CC division, so who’s to say?  And I have a big scoop for you Kourtney.  Breaking news, CCW has signed Ben Everest who will be making his debut at Wrestling With Christmas.  Definitely big things in store for the big man.

Kourtney Kardale: Those are good predictions. But it’s time for my number one… Rika! I feel it deep down in my soul that she’ll have an amazing 2021. She was one of the first opponents of Angel McMaster, so you know that she can hang with the best of them. The whole thing is gonna happen.

Cassius Bates: Such a cold sell of that Ben Everest announcement.  What did he do to you Kourt?  Did he hurt you?  But a very good list nonetheless!

Kourtney Kardale: I’m excited for his arrival. Anyway, I had a fun time discussing the top 69 list with you. CCW looks to be in good hands. 

Cassius Bates: I would 69 with you anytime…  Top 69.  You know what I mean.  It was great being here with you, Kourtney!  See you folks next time!

Kourtney Kardale: Yes, see you guys next time. Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah! Thanks for joining us.

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[bahannah01writes]

How To Apologize

Summary: After remembering that they've forgotten your celebratory dinner… Teamiplier works together to make it up in hope that it isn't too late. [Part I]

The long-awaited sequel to Left Behind is finally here! Wowzie, not gonna lie, wasn't expecting this much love for this story since it was my first time dealing with a few different aspects, so I was so happy to see how much you guys liked it and wanted a continuation of it! Hopefully I didn't make you guys wait too long, if I did, I'm sorry 💙 But, it's here now! So please enjoy!^^

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     “... And that's a wrap!” Kathryn calls, a relieved sigh leaving her lungs- while hanging out with everyone was amazing, after so many hours had their antics lost their charm. Amy is still adorable in her hijinks, though. How couldn't she be?

     Nonetheless, the lot of them were overall glad to be done for the day. It was always exciting to work on a new project, whether it be big or small- it was fun! Time consuming and sometimes difficult, but fun all the same. By the end of the day, everyone would be at least a little bit tired if not exhausted. Mark and Tyler are continuing to laugh about the jokes from the skit, adding onto it with even cringier and sillier jokes making the brunette roll her eyes playfully. Her attention then turns to her fellow ukulele enthusiast who looks lost in thought, lips pursed and brows knitted together, “What are you thinking about?”

     Ethan groans and slides a hair through his blue waves, his hand scratching the back of his neck where it meets the bottom of his hairline, “I feel like we're missing something… Did we have anything planned today?”

     “Other than the shoot?”

     “Yeah… I don't know, maybe there's something at work I needed to take care of,” He assumes, deciding to try and suppress this weird feeling for the moment. Ethan only hopes that whatever it is that was subconsciously nagging at him doesn't result in him being fired. That would a bummer.

     Kathryn thinks it over herself, head leaning to the right as she ponders in case she happened to remember what it was.

     “Guys, let's get some ice cream!” Mark chimes in, throwing his arms around the pair with an enthusiastic grin spread across his expression. Though as soon as those words left his lips, Kathryn’s own smile falls and she realizes what it was that not only Ethan forgot, but that they all forgot.

     “Mark… What time is it?”

     “Ah, let me check,” He pulls himself away and pulls the phone from his pocket, a quick glance tells him the answer, “A little past nine, we've still got enough time to get ice cream.”

     A heavy sigh falls from her lips as she shakes her head, Kathryn’s heart clenching with guilt, “I can't believe we forgot, oh my God…”

     “Forgot what, Kat..?” Amy asks, confused and lost as to what's happening.

     “His dinner party, we missed it. (Y/n)’s dinner party- to celebrate him graduating culinary school and we missed it…” She trails off, her expression dropping with each word as she comes to realize her, no, their mistake.

     All the smiles disappear quickly with her words, put out like a candle from a cold breeze. As if time stopped and their reality simply shattered with this new truth; this new betrayal that they’ve unknowingly committed. Silence falls over them, each not knowing what to say nor do.

     How did they even forget? Tyler was always so great with his planning, Ethan and Amy have phenomenal memories, Kathryn was wonderful with dates, and how could Mark forget anything that involved cake? But he did. They all did, and they’re feeling their guilt weigh on them for being so wrapped up in their work that they managed to forget something so important to one of the dearest friends. A project accidentally took priority over their friend.

     How could they have let this happen?

     “We need to go over there.” Mark breaks the silence and starts to wander back towards his car, only waiting for the other’s to follow him.

     “Are you sure? I want to, but he might be angry and he might not even want to see us,” Ethan points out, eyes cast downward while he speaks and unconsciously biting his lip.

     Tyler sighs but nods all the same, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Ethan might be right. We should try calling him first, at least.”

     “No, because apologizing over the phone doesn’t mean shit when you can do it in person. And I think we may have royally fucked up… We need to go there now,” Mark insists, a shaky hand running through his messy black locks as he shakes his head, visibly frustrated by his obliviousness.

     Amy frowns and walks up, taking Mark’s hand in her own, “I think… We should calm down for a minute and plan on how we should go about apologizing. Besides, (Y/n) may be upset like Ethan said and it might be good to give him his space tonight.”

     A pause follows but nevertheless, Mark exhales heavily and nods in agreement, “You’re right… Tomorrow, we’ll fix this. We have to.”

~~

     Your head hurts.

     The first thing you notice when you wake up is the pounding sensation against your skull, an exasperated groan leaving your lips. Why does your head hurt so much?

     When you open your eyes, you slowly start to take in your surroundings, confusion now entering your mind as you see the mess surrounding you and the almost empty bottle of wine in your hand. “What the..?”

     You try to stand up, stumbling slightly, but eventually finding solid ground despite the growing feeling of nausea in your stomach. You roll your head, neck cracking pleasurably as the tension leaves your neck. Apparently, falling asleep on a hardwood floor is not good for your body- leaves it quite stiff. But then again, that was the least of your worries last night. You remember bits and pieces, although you remember very well that you and your celebration was all forgotten and instead of finding company in your friends, you found it with the celebratory wine and when you were trying to find answer, you found it in the shards of broken plates and glasses. The inner turmoil poured out from you, and like a thunder storm, devastation rained when everything inside had started to come out.

     God...

     You should probably clean up.

     Setting the wine down on the counter, you sluggishly move around to pick up the reminisces of last night. It takes no longer than an hour to have your kitchen and living room fixed up like nothing had ever happened. And to be honest, having a clean house helped to clear your mind as well. The aspirin you took also helped, but cleaning was a good boost to help your mood.

     Are you upset, still? Of course. They left you alone on such an important day- you aren’t going to forgive that so easily. Yet, the moment you pick up your phone and notice the missed calls and texts, you have to hold yourself back from answering them. An odd wave of relief washes over you; so they realized they messed up then? Good. They needed to know and you are not about to explain to them why you’re so upset when the reason should be obvious.

     Instead, you’ll let them boil over for a bit as you allow this hangover to pass. Thankfully, it’s fairly light and with the help of the pain killer your head has been feeling well enough to plug in your headphones and mindlessly listen to music while lying casually on the couch. The music drowns your ears with melodies and soothing voices, your first smile in a while making its way onto your tired expression. You almost fall back asleep but a consistent knocking persists under your music, determined to alert you its existence. A yawn escapes your lungs and you sit up, walking through the previously shard-covered floor and up to the door that you had wished would open all of last night, but only now is it being knocked on. You take a peek through the peephole and automatically a surge of last night’s emotions- primarily anger, return. A scowl forming on your lips when you spot Mark on the other side, a mental debate occurring as to whether or not you should open the door. You turn around and lean against it, pinching the bridge of your nose from frustration.

     “(Y/n)? I could hear you coming to the door… You have every right to be upset, but please let me explain.”

     You scoff and roll your eyes, what’s there to explain? They were too lost in their own world to even think of your big day- simple as that.

     “Go away, Mark. You can’t change what happened.”

     “No, but we were hoping we could direct the future,” Amy’s sweet voice pipes up from the other side of the door, successfully getting your expression to soften. Not that they could tell.

     “Please, (Y/n), we have something that might help.” Kathryn, too… So they all must here, huh? You shake your head and rub the back of your neck, unsure at this point.

     “What is it?”

     “You have to open the door to find out.”

     Or you could look through the peephole again…

     “It’s waiting in the car for you, dude!”

     Dammit.

     Sighing, your hand reaches out to the knob and twisting it painfully slow, still uncertain about whether this is the right thing to do or not. When the door finally opens all the way, their expressions light up with hope and a newfound energy. “Are you ready?” Tyler asks, a slanted smile on his lips as if whatever their way of saying sorry or explaining was something you had to truly prepare for.

     “Let’s just get this over with,” You state blandly, not wanting to hear some poor excuse nor get an insincere gift as an apology.

     Mark and Ethan rush to the car and appear to be checking over something before a flash of golden fur passes your eyes and instantly, a soft smile replaces your cold expression at the scene in front of you.

     Chica not only has a chef hat, but a whole chef uniform as she pounces over to you and greeting you with a million slobbery kisses, you try to hold back a laugh but fail to and kneel down, giving into Chef Chica’s pleas for pets. It isn’t until Kathryn taps your shoulder that you look up to see the giant platter of cupcakes held by Mark and Ethan. With varying amounts of neatness, each cupcake has a letter that when put together spells out a message, an apology.

     Sorry we gave you a RUFF time!

     And once again, despite trying to bite back laughter, it flows into the air after reading the obscenely stupid and punny message. “This is your apology for missing my big day?”

     “We thought that you would’ve liked this better than some sappy apology,” Ethan shrugs, a sheepish smile spreading onto his cheeks, “And since you made us dinner and all, we wanted to make you something in return. It’s not as good as your cooking, but it’s still made with love?”

     Chuckling you shake your head, eyes glancing around to meet all of hopeful eyes and with a slow nod, you admit your defeat, “... Alright, fine, you won me over.”

    “Yes! I swear this won’t ever happen again- promise! Right guys?” A variation of ‘yes’es follow and you only roll your eyes playfully.

     “Good, now I’ll help myself to an apology cupcake if you don’t mind,” You take one of the plate and after removing the wrapper, take a bite.

     It has an… interesting taste?

     “What do you think?” Ethan’s big blue eyes widen as he asks you and you feign a smile, swallowing thickly.

     You are reminded as to why you’re the one with a culinary degree, to say the least.

     “They’re... pretty good, guys! Although, it’s only a little past ten in the morning, how about I make us a proper breakfast?”

      Thankfully they all agreed and the cupcakes could be easily forgotten. Nonetheless, seeing them in your kitchen like last night never happened, remembering how hurt you were and knowing that they felt awful too, yet, being able to smile and laugh with them again is better than any feeling you’ve known before.

     This is how things are supposed to be, and you hope that this is how things continue to be.

 ~~

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journal 2

tuesday 1/2/18 @ 9:48 pm

today was a productive but peaceful day. 

i was slow to get out of bed this morning because i was cuddling with one of my pups, missy. she is so funny in the morning because she loves to sleep in and hates it when you try to get out of bed. 

after i finally got up it was still early and i made a cup of coffee and got some shit done in my room. i put away some laundry, finally wrapped christmas presents for my friends and got together all the bags of clothes i planned on donating to good will. 

later kourt picked me up and i went with her to see her nephew, baby t. he is even cuter in person than he is in pictures. i am absolutely obsessed with him. but poor baby t was having tummy problems so we left so mama could take care of him. me and kourt exchanged gifts as you may have seen in my previous post and i am so obsessed with all the gifts she got/made me. it also got me so excited to see how much she loved her gifts too. 

literally minutes after i got home from hanging with kourt, my mom got home. she wanted me to tag along with her to the bank and i had some stuff i wanted to run around and do anyway so i drove. my mom and i ran to the bank, dropped off the bags at good will, and canceled our gym memberships (i know it sounds crazy that we are canceling our memberships in the new year). i actually plan on getting a membership that is closer to my house and cheaper. 

while my mom and i were out we picked up some sandwiches from jersey mikes for dinner. i had a delicious veggie sandwich. when we got home we ate our sandwiches and binged watched 3 episodes of survivor which is another favorite show of mine (i have a lot). 

while we were watching survivor i was multi tasking, i was updating my blog. i managed to check everything off my to do list today but enjoyed getting it done because i was spending time with friends and family. 

i am excited for tomorrow because i am getting acai bowls with one of my coworkers at my favorite smoothie bowl place.

anyway i am getting pretty sleepy because i took some cough medicine because i am still getting over the flu from last week. sweet dreams. 

until next time, peace

and stay free

rach

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some more taggies !! I also made mobile / easily accessible tags since mine have some formatting to them ♡

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[bahannah01writes]

Left Behind

Request: can you do a sad fanfic? with a male pov, and like the gang gets caught up with another project that they forget about dinner plans the guy was really excited about. but no one showed up, so they kinda go down a spiral ya know? Idkk! -Submitted by anonymous  

Hopefully, I pulled off the male pov, this was my first time only doing the perspective from a guy in quite a long time so I hope you’ll like it! ^^ Either way, I loved writing this and putting in all the emotion into this fic :) Also, this fic is much more of a platonic (albeit angsty) Teamiplier x Reader story which is also a newly welcomed trend on this blog <3 ((Btw the gif is extremely misleading lol this is not a happy fic))

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     The tick tock of the clock hanging in the hallway seems to mock you as you anxiously await the arrival of your dear friends. A heavy sigh leaves your lungs as your finger taps against the granite counter top, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. You couldn’t stand still- it’s been twenty minutes past six, the agreed time, and yet you’re alone with this feast you made for the gang. You finally graduated and got your culinary arts degree last week and in celebration, you wanted to show off your cooking skills to the people closest to you. It was going to be amazing! You already had everything planned in your mind the moment after you proposed it- everything from the hors d'oeuvres, appetizers, main course, and dessert; each course being more delicious than the last! You remembered how they practically drooled as you talked about your plans- it seemed like they were just as excited as you were about this.

     Yet, you can’t help but worry as the clock hands continue to move without a word from anyone in Teamiplier. Maybe they got caught in traffic? Yeah… That could be it! After all, the traffic in L.A can be killer at times, they’ll probably be here soon, apologizing for their lateness and giving you hugs. You would playfully tease them by pretending to be upset and after pulling their tails just enough, you’d laugh and they would catch on, laughing along with you.

     The night can still be perfect, you have no doubt about it. 

~~

     It’s seven o’clock: an hour past the set time…

     You tried calling their phones; Mark, Tyler, Ethan, Amy, Katherine… All of them, and yet, none of them picked up. Are they still coming..?

     Clouds of doubt overshadow your mind as you continue to wait for these people who you consider your best friends; your family by now. You can’t stop thinking about them, mood changing from worry, to frustration, to worry again and just utter confusion. They’re all that’s on your mind and a bitter question shows its face as your mind travels down this dangerous path of self-doubt: did they forget?

     Did they forget about your plans? Your graduation? Your celebration?... Did they forget about you? How is it that you can’t get them off your mind, for better or worse, and yet they might not even spare you a second thought?

     Had you done something wrong?

     You stand up from your seat at the empty table and return to your impatient and anxious pacing across the kitchen- back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Your fingers find your tie and you loosen it as it suddenly starts to feel like the heat is engulfing you and punishing you for whatever is it that you did to make them forget about you.

     But maybe… Maybe they really were just late?

     If that was the case though, why haven’t they answered your calls or at least called you back? Why the Hell haven’t they contacted you?!

     A hand weaves its way through your locks and you take a look around the kitchen, a humorless chuckle passing your lips. The food must be cold by now, there goes all the effort you put into this dinner party. There goes everyone’s dinner. There goes every piece of food that you worked so hard to make perfect for them.

     Without realizing it, the pent up frustration builds up and begins to pool its way out through bitter tears. Your chest rising and falling, walking up the plates you had readied for the occasion, you stare down at them. The corners of your lips turning down into a frown and in a swift movement, one of the plates end up in your hands, then the air, the wall, and finally smashing into porcelain shards that now scatter the hallway. You’re not entirely sure why you did it- but it felt good.

     It takes you another two plates to remember just how expensive they were and how dangerous your hallway was now and you helplessly sink to the floor, knees to your chest as you wonder what you could have done wrong. You were so happy about this… It seemed like everyone was... and yet, no one is even trying to reach out to you.

     Are you really that insignificant to them? The more you think about it, the more reasonable it sounds. Everyone else had YouTube tying them together, but you? You’re becoming a chef- one that isn’t exactly tech savvy at that. It would be so easy for them to drop you… Is that what this is? Have they officially realized they don’t need you?

     Your eyes shut tightly, hating these possibilities that your mind loves to throw at you. Probably because you couldn’t help but think that they may be true. Could they really not care about you? You care so much about them and if the feeling isn’t mutual- it’d break your heart.

     With your elbows on your knees, your hands run through your hair again- desperately trying to rid yourself of these thoughts, though only proving futile in the end. Is this what it feels like to be left behind? To know that you’re not important enough to share their time?

     You thought they loved you; that they thought of you as family, too. But, maybe that was your hopeful heart seeing what it wanted to.

      They all may be together- laughing and goofing around as they relish that last rays of sunshine they could get before the day ends. Yet, you are alone with a cold dinner made for six- empty chairs and broken plates, left in the dark and left behind.

      The last question in your throat is the simplest, yet the one you dread the most.

      Why?

~~

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[bahannah01writes]

The Five Types of Love

Summary: Your relationship with Mark and the journey you have as you experience the five types of love: philia, ludus, philautia, eros, and pragma.   Now, I know there are plenty more kinds of Greek love like storge and agape, but I think these five work pretty well for a nice short fic :) Albeit, the idea of doing a storge paragraph about a cute family with Mark was tempting- it would’ve just been adding onto an already sweet ending. Either way, I really hope you all enjoy- it was really fun to write! ^^

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Philia- Deep Friendship

     It all started when you moved to Los Angeles; a new beginning that begged you to chase the days away with your new passions and new friends. And while it may have seemed wasteful to spend your cinematography degree on editing videos for multiple YouTubers- you never regretted your decision. The people you met were what made it all worth it, and it’s not as if you didn’t pursue your bigger dreams on the sidelines, you were just given an opportunity to have stable work until you reached those stars. Hell, your boss, Mark, even encouraged you daily to look out for those opportunities- and if he ever saw a shot for you to advance, he’d tell you.

     Soon, Mark was far more than a boss. He was a dear friend: stood by your side through thick and thin, loved to play games with you, took you on outings, and eventually, you officially became a known member of ‘Teamiplier’ after he invited you to not only edit videos- but be in them, too. The two of you were inseparable within months, close as close could be. There were inside jokes thrown about, playful jests, friendly punches and sweet hugs. He knew your secrets, your fears, your aspirations- and you knew his. Your friendship with him was something you treasured deeply; it was rare and unconditional, it was… spectacular.

Ludus- Playful Love

     You weren’t sure when you started to see the ravenette differently but you did know that all of a sudden he looked much more handsome one day. It took a while to realize that Mark began to feel this way as well and days later, the two of you were deep in puppy love. To say the least, everyone around you just wished you would get together already. The flirting and bashful glances you two shared was starting to get sickening- although, to the two of you, it was a world through rose-shaded glasses. It was fun to flirt, it was fun to use these stupid pick-up lines on each other, and it was fun to be silly together! The two of you finally sealed this love with a soft kiss when you went into kiss his icing covered lips- it was sweet in more ways than one.

Philautia- Love of the Self

     You and Mark both had your down moments, it’s human. But whenever he’d call for you to come over, you would be there as fast as possible; whenever it was the other way around, he’d drop everything just to make sure you were alright. Self-doubt invaded your minds no matter what and it was easy for the two of you to give in every now and again, tired of fighting that feeling. What made both of you get back on your feet after each time was each other and your wonderful friends. He would assure you as much as you would assure him. Mark would wipe the tears from your cheeks; you would hum quiet melodies as you held him, playing with those raven locks to help calm his busy mind. Delicate kisses to each other’s temples and all night embraces were no strangers to your relationship.

     During the good days, the two of you would uplift each other- being cheerleaders for one another. Celebratory hugs and a proud kiss here and there encouraged you both to no end. You built each other up and, with him, you learned to love yourself better than ever before.  

Eros- Passionate, Intimate Love

     The look in his eyes gave away his intention: those deep brown eyes were only half open in the darkness, they looked pitch black as they bore into your own like a hungry predator, soaking you in and sizing you up to be devoured; only, it was something far more pleasurable. In seconds time, Mark dove in and pulled you into a demanding kiss, yet you could tell he was still holding back in the beginning. But even so, you could feel every ounce of your being submitting to this side of him- enjoying this new breathless intimacy. Your fingers soon found his hair and his gripped your hips, the space between you two disappeared and even then it didn’t seem like the two of you close enough. It all seemed to happen in flashes, one moment you would be kissing and the next his lips would be exploring your smooth skin, you didn’t even realize that the two of you were losing clothing piece by piece. The only clear memory was his eyes- they were dark chocolate and coated with lust, a sight that simply electrified you to the core.

Pragma- Long Lasting Love

     Year after year would go by and you only fell more and more in love with him. Your heart would still leap at the sight of him and you’d grown fond of sleeping beside Mark, even if he did snore. It could be cute at times, you weren’t sure how, but it was. Your love for each other never grew old- even if you guys did. It was shown in the little things; if he had gotten up before you, he would prepare your coffee without a second thought. If he was lost in his work, you would take Chica out, make dinner, or just make him take a break if you thought he was overworking himself. For some reason, Mark loved to give you massages, and you always loved to receive them. It was the nights when both of you were exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was even in those cute good morning kisses that you’d give and loving them even if he still had morning breath that made it a little less enjoyable. It was making compromises, being patient, and learning how to not only fall in love but, stay in love.

     That was how the two of you loved each other; compassionately and unconditionally.

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Bring Me a Dream (Pt. 12)

Summary: Mornings can be rough or sweet... but could they be both? For Mark, the answer is yes. Most Definitely.

Hilarity, dorkiness, and fluff ahead- you have been warned!

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     The sleepy male stirs all while tightening his grip on his warm and soft pillow, refusing to fully get up just yet. For the first time in a while, his state of slumber left him with a feeling of peace and relaxation in his chest- void of the dark, harsh emotions that would linger in his mind after a nightmare or the hollow indifference of waking up when his nightly state of unconscious had neither dreams nor nightmares; but instead was only a blank, black world that made the night pass by quickly although still being able to give him the proper rest he needed for the day. But last night… despite the rough beginning, he was blessed with heavenly images that contained silly and loving moments with his precious savior of the night, his darling Dream Maker, his girl.

     A smile splits across his expression, closing his eyes and allowing himself to replay the parts of his dream that he could remember; an enchanting and endearing dance scene with you. It wasn’t anything too extravagant, a simple slow dance amongst the clouds and a desire to recreate that moment buries itself in his heart. Mark can feel his heart swell with anticipation at the mere thought and feels the heat rise to his cheeks at his cheesy romantic wish- but what can he say? The idea warms his heart and the longer he thinks about it, the bigger his smile becomes. With a blissful sigh, the ravenette opens his chocolate eyes once again and casts a gentle gaze to your still sleeping visage.

     Even with your hair strewn about from sleeping and looking less than ready for the day, you manage to make this goofball come undone.

     An audible ‘awe’ slips from his lips and his eyes widen, hoping he doesn’t ruin this darling moment by awakening his sleeping beauty; unbeknownst to him, it will take much more than a simple ‘awe’ to wake up a Dream Maker in the middle of recharging- there are only a few things that can do that and unless Mark decides to suddenly scream, you wouldn’t be waking up if it isn’t due to your own accord.

     Relieved to see that you don’t react to the little sound, Mark hums in delight and begins to wonder if he should selfishly stay in bed with you or leave and get his day back on track, since he’s assuming he overslept which sets things off just a tad. He chews his bottom lip, God, he doesn’t want to leave your embrace, leave you, it’s such a wonderful and relaxing feeling to be held by you and he doesn’t want to bring himself out of it…

     But, being the workaholic he is, Mark knows if he stays any longer he’ll become antsy with his lack of progress. So, sighing to himself the ravenette begrudgingly pries himself from your warm embrace and almost instantly misses your warmth that he was so happily wrapped in. A frown tugs at the corner of his lips but is soon overshadowed by a soft smile as he watches you curl up under the covers, missing his warmth just as much as he missed yours. Without thinking, Mark leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your temple, his fingers combing through your hair gingerly as to not startle your sleeping state. After one last longing glance, he turns to leave the room and his feet trail down the stairs into the open floor plan living room and kitchen, seeing Tyler already on the couch munching on a piece of toast.

     “Wow,” He hears the brunette breathes out, with a hint of surprise and smugness to his voice, “How did I wake up before the diligent Mark Fischbach?”

     Said Fischbach, rolls his eyes- albeit it’s empty of any ill will and instead a playful smirk spreads on his lips, “Actually, I woke up at normal time but I was too busy cuddling (Y/n) that I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. But, my tummy growled,” he pats his stomach, despite his words being false, “so, I finally had to leave my precious chickadee to feed this monster- speaking of, you fed Chica?”

     “And walked her.” Tyler chuckles and offers his friend a sly smirk, “So… you two were cuddling this morning?”

     Quite proud and quite oblivious to his friend’s scheming, Mark nods curtly, “We were. Even when she’s sleeping, she’s so cute…” He sighs wistfully, the image appearing in his mind once again; Mark certainly wouldn’t mind waking up to you everyday, if anything, it could start his day off with a smile.

     “And you were sharing a bed?”

     “... Yes? That’s kind of needed for cuddling?”

     With what Tyler says next, the blatant smug and teasing tone laces his voice and Mark finally realizes how much his friend wants to torture him, “So you slept together, huh?”

     Of course, Tyler knows this wasn’t true as 1) he probably would have heard and 2) both of you dorks were too busy being cheesy and silly to so suddenly become intimate. And seeing as Mark chokes on air from the question and harshly coughing, Tyler is sent into hysterical laughter at the result of his successful tease.

     Should he be worried?

     Nah, he’ll be fine.

     “NO!” Mark sternly protests once he finally finds his voice, eyes wide as he looks at his friend who is currently drowning in his own laughter- it’s almost contagious enough to make the ravenette start to laugh himself. He waves his hands for extra emphasis, trying to shake the notion away as he can feel his cheeks flush, radiating heat that could challenge the sun, “No, no, no, we fell asleep together but we didn’t… sleep… together,” Despite how crude his humor can be at times, Mark can’t help but become flustered at the idea to the point where his voice lowers an octave as he talked like it was some secret.

     To say the least, Tyler found the situation hilarious.

     “You’re so easy to tease sometimes, Mark,” Tyler chuckles, his laughter finally calming down as he shakes his head. The two love to mess with one another and with your new presence, Tyler received even more ammo to tease and annoy his friend who’s in absolute puppy love with you- Tyler even finds it cute, sometimes a bit much, but he’s happy that his friend found someone as kind and caring as you are, not to mention that the two of you draw in the competition of who’s the bigger dork. He may not have known you long, but Tyler really is glad that you’re in Mark’s life.

     A loud groan brings him back from his thoughts as his baby blues catch sight of an annoyed Mark, sending him into another, yet smaller, fit of laughter.

     “I just wanted to come down and have a nice breakfast!”

     “Too late for that now!”

     “I know,” Mark huffs, arms crossing over his chest and a pretend pout making its way onto his lips, “Screw it, I’m still gonna have a nice breakfast, I’m just going to ignore your dumbass.” He says with more sass than needed, leading the brunette to shake his head at his friend’s odd antics and methods of revenge.

     “Whatever you say...” Tyler trails off; even with his back towards him, Mark can tell he’s wearing his smug smirk again and while Mark opens his mouth to say something, Tyler cuts him off before he can do so, “Just remember to mark my victory on the scoreboard!” The ‘scoreboard’ being the imaginary record of the two’s ‘battles’ and who’s come out on top each time. It’s nothing real nor nothing that really holds much weight, yet it can rile the boys up at times.

     This is one of those times.

     And without thinking, a devious smirk slides onto Mark’s expression as he opens up the fridge, “Well you know… Unlike you, if I really wanted to, I have the option to do that.” He quips, feeling quite proud of himself since it seems as though his friend is lost at words for a comeback.

     However, Mark is about to soon find out the real reason as to why Tyler has gone silent.

     The moment he shuts the fridge door, he catches sight of a very curious and still sleepy you and freezes; praying that you didn’t hear-

     “Option to do what, Markimoo?” A yawn follows your innocent question that has a less than innocent answer. The ravenette stammers and casts a glance to Tyler, seeking help, yet is only met with the sight of a silently laughing mess who offers no aid whatsoever.

     Tyler is really not being the best of friends this morning.

     Mark rubs the back of his neck as you approach, reaching around him and opening the door once again to take out the orange juice. You patiently await an answer; you honestly thought it would be quick and you could slide yourself into their conversation with ease but with Mark’s odd, buffering state, you slightly regret asking the question now.

     Although… seriously? Out of all the times you had to come down, you come down when he said that? There couldn’t have been a better time for you to wake up. With a sheepish chuckle, Mark shrugs and a slanted smile splits his lips, “Y’know, just, to make breakfast is all.”

     He locks his lovely brown eyes with yours, hoping it would help distract your mind and not really allow you to sink into whatever that phrase may have meant.

     God, Mark really hopes you believe him- not matter how silly it may seem.

     Sadly, you do not believe him.

     Everything from his half-assed excuse to the suspicious tone of his voice screams that whatever they were talking about, was not simply making breakfast. Tyler’s laughing fit does nothing to convince you of Mark’s reasoning either. All the same, you decide to drop it seeing as the boys can be more than weird at times and this may very well be one of those times when they’re just being weird for the sake of being weird. Shaking your head, a feathery laugh escapes your lips and you place a hand on Mark’s shoulder, “Highly doubt that, but- it’s too early in the morning to care. So instead of asking more about whatever that is, what do you guys have planned for the day?”

     The now calmed down Tyler, apart from the occasional breathless chuckle, offers a gleeful grin as he answers, “The typical- plus Ethan should come over to hang out later. Care to join us?”

     With a nod, your lips curl up into a warm smile, “Love to! And you, Mark?”

     “Proving just how much of a workaholic I can be,” the ravenette laughs lightly before turning his head to you, giving you his full attention, “But for you, I can make room if you have something in mind.”

     Your smile only seems to grow with his sentiment and you can’t help but plant a swift kiss onto his cheek, “Not currently, but I’ll keep you updated, sweetheart,” you shoot him a cheeky wink with a few giggles escaping past your lips, “Thanks for the offer though.”

     A giant goofy grin spreads across his expression, unable to do anything else but melt under your loving gaze, “Always, chickadee.”

     A loud groan meets your ears and your gaze snaps away from Mark and lands on the brunette on the couch, “Stop being cute, you two. I’ll be going up soon so save it for when I leave.” The two of you laugh at Tyler’s request and after a shared glance with your dear Dreamer, mischievous smirks replace the smiles that were previously held on your lips; a plan had just been formulated.

     “Oh (Y/n)! My snoopy boopy kins! Do you think we should dial it back for ol’ Tyly Whiley? Though I’m not sure I could! You’re just so cute!” Mark cooes, leaning into you as you both cheesily rub your noses together truly acting like the giant dorks you are.

     “Aw, you’re the cute one, Markimoo! I can’t help but want to hug and kiss you whenever I see that adorable face of yours!” You chime in that sickeningly sweet tone as you begin to pepper Mark’s face with quick kisses that elicit a cheerful laugh from the male before you and another groan from the one out of sight.

     “Ha. Ha. Very funny, I’m going to the office, you love sick dorks,” Tyler playfully jests, getting up and making his way up the stairs and into the office. Once he disappeared, Mark and yourself laugh as you fall into each other’s embrace, thoroughly proud that your plan worked.

     “Good job, babe,” You can feel the rumbling in his chest as he laughs or talks, you smile up at him- he returns with both an adoring gaze and a smile, “Cutie pie.”

     “Buttercup,” Your darling voice rings out after a moment, Mark saw how the gears in your head turned to find a new ‘cute’ nickname for him. His expression softened further at the effort you put into such a small thing.

     “Buttercup….” He lets the name linger on his tongue, slowly nodding in appreciation, “Not my favorite- but I like it.”

     “Good,” You sigh happily and turn so you’re directly in front of him and wrap your arms around his neck, concern and hope starting to stir about in those intoxicating eyes of yours that meet with his, “So… are you feeling better after you-know-what?”

     Nodding, Mark smiles to assure you of your worries as his hands find their way to your waist, “Much; after you came and got me and I fell back asleep, I think I had some of the best sleep in a while. I can’t remember it all, but I know there was even a dream, so thank you.”

     While you would like to try and hide your confusion, your brows furrow unconsciously and by then you realize there’s no point in hiding it; you hum and your fingers mindlessly play with the strands of raven hair, “There must be a subconscious or hidden factor at work…” you mutter to yourself before shifting your eyes back up to his own loving brown ones, “I won’t lie, Mark, it’s a bit peculiar that you had a dream, but I have no doubt it was due to something I did- I just can’t think of what,” you reason, a gentle laugh flowing from you as you talk.

     “Well, either way, I think we should do that more often. Both for protection and… ‘cause it was nice.”

     “It was, wasn’t it?”

     “Definitely,” The two of you share a serene silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence. Mark hesitantly leans down and meets your lips with his own; it’s both soft and exciting somehow. To say the least, you found the kiss to be far too short, instantly missing the sensation as soon as he pulled away.

     Albeit, what he says next makes up for it ten-fold.

     “If you want, around lunch time I can take you out and we can get slushees?”

     He really is the perfect man.  

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Wait For Me?

Summary: Mark deals with you being deployed to another country, it’s hard and while the two of you still communicate, it simply can’t compare to being with one another in person. But, the thought of you coming back one day, it keeps him sane. (I highly recommend listening to this on repeat while reading! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlbfAYvA_gI  - it’s based off of this song after all!)

Heyo guys! I will say, while I have an aunt and uncle in the army, I don’t know too too much about it. So while I did some research, please forgive me if there are any inaccuracies.

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   “You’ll take care of yourself, won’t you Mark?”

   “You know, if anything, I should be the one to say that,” His bittersweet chuckle met your ears, you were already working to remember everything about this man in front you, and his laugh was definitely something you wanted to have in mind.    “I’ll be fine, I promise. Tyler, can you keep an eye on this doof?”

   “Absolutely,” Tyler offered you a sincere smile paired with a reassuring nod. You knew he’d stick to his word.

   “I don’t need it though…”

   “Maybe, but I worry about you. So deal with it,” You teased, the ghost of a laugh passed your lips. Albeit, your eyes held a certain sadness to them- Mark caught this, after all, his eyes never left yours that day.

   Your eyes caught the time from one of many clocks overhead, he didn’t want to see it in case his suspicions were correct. It couldn’t be time yet, could it?

   It could.

   “Well, it’s time for me to go,” You took a deep breath from the pressure that built up in your chest, it felt like the weight of the world was crushing you. Reaching over, you hugged Tyler first. He was always like a big brother, maybe that was why he brought a sense of comfort to the hug; it helped to ease your nerves. “See you soon, Tyler.”

   “Stay safe, (Y/n).” You simply replied with a smile as you pulled away, your attention returned to the man you loved so dearly.

   His strong arms wrapped you up in a hug, clinging onto you like a koala to a tree, he held you in silence. Mark’s mind rushed alongside his heart, you could almost hear it despite the bustling crowd around you, after a few seconds you felt a minuscule splash on your shoulder. You pulled away to find him already in tears, “Oh Mark…” You gathered all your will to hold back your own river that’s on the verge of breaking the dam. Soft hands brushed the tears off his cheek, it was the first time he wouldn’t look at you. “Mark. Look at me, please,” your voice was stern but filled with concern.

   “I’m sorry, I just-”

   “I know, I know.” He watched as you reached up to press a delicate kiss against his forehead, then nose, and finally, a far too short kiss on his lips, “I love you.”

   “I love you too,” He struggled, but managed to put on a brave face for you. “Call me as soon as you can, okay?” His brown hues met your own and watched as they lit up with adoration.

   “Already planning on it, baby,” You gave one final smile towards the two men before sparing a glance at the clock, “Behave you two!” A playful, winking expression was the last one Mark saw as you left. His heart swelled as he watched you fixing your military issued cap all while dashing across the airport to security.    He missed you already.

   Two months. It had been two months since your deployment and it was… tough. You were the first thing Mark thought about when he woke up and the last when he would fall asleep. Communication was sparse, he was lucky enough to be able to video chat you once a week or so. That helped a lot, for both of you. Albeit, it would never put an end to his worrying.

   There were photos of you everywhere; he had you as his lock and home screen, plus the ones of the two of you framed around his house. Out of all the photos, however; there was only one he always kept on him. It was a small photo, but it was his favorite.

   It wasn’t anything special, it was merely a photo that was taken a day you and Mark had gone to the park. You were wearing this adorable hat, it was a floppy sunhat and it made you look so cute- ergo, Mark thought he should steal it. You had playfully rolled your eyes and allowed for his silliness to pursue. He had taken the photo at the perfect time, you were in his lap with his free arm around your waist, both of you making adorable yet silly faces at the camera- it was terribly accurate of your relationship. But that’s why Mark never let this picture leave him, because in this simple photograph- there was a world, a memory, where time was forever frozen still in this happiness, there wasn’t any violence he had to be worried about, no war, no heartbreaks, nothing; there was only your love in this world.

   After you left, Mark tried to wear only one type of shirt- ones with chest pockets. Why? So he could keep that memory, keep you, close to his heart.

   “No way, really?! Mark! I swear the next time we video chat, you better be wearing that deer costume,” You laughed, God, it was refreshing to hear you laugh. You’d been gone for seven months at this time, and while he loved video chatting, it somehow made him realize just how far away you were. Nonetheless, time zones were hell; you were about twelve hours ahead in Iraq.

   “I’ll see what I can do,” He teased, his smile softened as he watched your sleepy eyes, you must’ve woken up an hour or so ago. “Tired?”

   You shrugged, “Just rough night,” though before he can interrupt you answer the question you knew he was about to ask, “-as in we had a lot of work to do. I’m supplies Mark, I know it’s still dangerous, believe me I know, but our only enemy last night was sorting out MREs.” A smile spread across your lips that you hoped would assure him of your safety. “And how are you?”

   His tan hand ran through those messy noir locks of his, a sign of exhaustion or nervousness, possibly both. “I’m doing the best I can, I shouldn’t really complain though should I? You’re out there and I’m just-” Mark caught a glimpse of your raised brow as if to tell him to not even bother continuing that sentence, which enticed a chuckle from him, “Still sassy?”

   “You know it, baby, always.”

   The genuine smile that crossed his expression was a rare sight by now, it filled you with joy to see it again. His kind eyes stared into your own, “I really miss you.”

   “I miss you too, Mark… You’ll wait for me, right?”

   Your question perplexed him, it wasn’t something he’d expect to hear you ask, “What?”

   “You’ll wait for me to come home?”

   “Of course.” How could he do anything else?

   His thumb traced circles on that photo while his other hand absentmindedly petted the golden dog beside him. He had noticed that even Chica was a little less playful after you left, she missed you too, huh?

   During a call, you swore that it would get easier as time went on, soon sorrow would turn into excitement as Mark would be able to count the days down until you come home. Yet, the heavy cloud of heartache still lingered, even after ten months. It was tough, to say the least. Some days were better than others, love was hard; especially when the person you love was an ocean away.

   The one thing he was thankful for out of all that’s happened though is that he never felt alone. His memories of you, photos of you, it all helped to fill in the missing gaps in his life that belonged to you. And talking to you, whether on the phone and hearing your wake-up voice or watching you laugh and smile over video chat, it brought life back to his soul. It was one of the only things he looked forward to.

   The phone rang.

   He set down the photo and gave Chica a pat before he picked it up, “Hello?”

   The call was short. After a few minutes, he had already said goodbye.

   But that didn’t stop him from dropping the phone as he stood in the center of his kitchen paralyzed. Whether he knew it or not, his face was drenched in hot tears that had been running down his cheeks since the man over the phone started talking.

   There was an ambush on supply caravans, the crossfire between the armies got messy and… And you had gotten entangled in that mess.

   You were in critical condition and things weren’t looking up.

   He told Mark to, “Be prepared for the worse.”

   Mark couldn’t sleep that night, instead, he just sobbed.

   He was defeated.

   All the stars in the sky looked as if they were dimmed; the light in his life was erased from existence.

   It was a week after the call. Yet only more of them kept coming, the first few he ignored. Mark didn’t want to hear the final news, he didn’t want to here if you…

   Though, he eventually answered them. The photograph was in his hand- he was so nervous he almost caused it to fold. Mark stopped himself before that could happen, he didn’t want to damage you in that world too. When he finally picked up, his feelings of despair faded and were instead replaced with hope, hope that grew into something bigger like the wild flowers at daybreak, it bloomed into something joyous.

   You’d been showing improvement!

   His smile never ceased to stop that day and would willingly admit that a few tears fell from pure elation. Whether it was foolish or not, ever since that day he believed you would be in his arms again, it was only a matter of time.

   When he went outside with Chica later, he noticed how the sun appeared to shine a bit brighter than before.

   “I told you I would be okay, Mark,” Your sweet, calm voice reminded him over the phone, to which he shook his head at.

   “You almost died! That’s not-”

   “But the point is that I didn’t,” You interrupted, he heard the smile in your voice. He was certain you imagined his worried expression as he spoke as well.

   “I know… God, I am so happy that you’re alright. How are you healing up?”

   “Pretty good, we have amazing doctors here. They told me to keep the workload on a minimum for now, but overall-” A doorbell interrupted you- the familiar rang through the phone. “Do you wanna get that?”

   “No, you’re more important,” He reassured before adding, “Plus I wasn’t expecting anyone today, it might be the Girl Scouts with their ever tempting cookies.”

   It rang again. Your laugh echoed over the speaker, how he missed that melody, “It seems like they really want you to answer, Mark. I’ll wait, just go ahead and check- though if it is girls selling cookies, how about you get me some?”

   Mark chuckled, “Why not, but I’m still taking you with me,” He headed to the door, twisting the knob to open it. “Plus, I can never remember-” But as Mark looked to see who was at the door, he only met those loving eyes he’d missed so dearly.

   You were still in uniform as you leaned against the door frame. Eyebrows quirked up at his gobsmacked expression, “I’m guessing that my surprise worked?” Oh God, how fast could his heart beat before it would become a firework of euphoria? He couldn’t believe it- there you were, after almost thirteen months, there you were. This wasn’t a photograph nor was it a computer screen; this was real life.

   He stood frozen, shocked and amazed. It wasn’t long until you watched as tears fell from his eyes, which completely broke your heart. In that instant, you embraced him tightly with every fiber of your being, the familiar embrace was what sent you into tears soon after. Mark was thawed from his frozen state and pulled you close to him, it was tight and while you’d almost expect it to hurt, the adrenaline and endorphins must have blinded you to the pain- you were rather thankful for that.

   “You’re back?” His question was mumbled by your hair but you nodded nonetheless.

   “I was scheduled to come back in fourteen months, but after the accident, they figured, why not now? It was only a few weeks away,” You explained, head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

   Mark began to loosen his grip but held you close all the same, “I hope you know I’m never letting you go.”

   You smiled warmly, pulling back a bit as you stared up into those big brown orbs of his, “Good, ‘cause I don’t want you to.”

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I’ve realized I made Mark cry a lot in this, but that’s okay. I feel like it’s accurate lol EIther way, I hope you all enjoyed this wonderfully angsty but fluffy story, please tell me if you did! :)

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Bring Me a Dream (Pt. 4)

Summary: It’s night and it’s time for you to work your magic- literally.

Heyo! I’m a little late, sorry! Wifis been uber sucky at my house for some reason?? I’m not sure, it’s frustrating though, but hopefully you’ll all still love the chapter even if it’s two hours overdue!

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     Papers scatter the floor with runes and cryptic messages hiding their meaning from any outsiders as the gentle chirps of a cricket from outside your window brings you a sense of serenity. The moonlight shines in through the curtain and while alone it’s not enough to illuminate your room, when paired with the bedside lamp, it proves to be just right. The orange and blues hues melt together to create interesting shadows amongst your artifacts and along your walls- yet they fail to catch your attention as you have something of much greater importance at hand currently. The safety of your Dreamer, which is above any sort of distraction that’s thrown your way.

     All while wearing the PJs Mark had lent you the first time you arrived, which was delightfully and magically reclaimed, you study the words in your books with utter concentration. They rhyme and create darling spells one uses for such instances like your own, or offer information from the history of your kind and the others who have developed alongside it.  Both are fairly helpful, though you’re focusing more so on the spells before you get into studying the creature inhibiting Mark’s mind. Your finger skims across the pages and once you repeat the mantra enough to memorize it, you get ready to begin the spell properly. Hopping onto the bed, you reach over and turn off the light and air seems to go quiet- your cricket buddy apparently missing, you inhale and exhale deeply. Eyes shut, you sit with legs crossed and your elbows rest on your thighs; the position resembles the one seen in the book and in a soft, hushed voice the charm rolls off your tongue.

     “Yosia kellum o mitisia,” Keep them safe in the night,

     “Ui pulitzia r’obellae,” When we cannot,

     “Ryndo kellum o mitisia, ui denri sezas lot harenae.” Protect them in the night, when their enemies are in sight.

     As the words linger in the air, your eyes open again with a lavender glow shining from them against the darkness of the room. You begin to feel a wave of peace wash over which spreads a victorious smile onto your lips- though the war is far from done, this is a great step in the right direction. That beast is still here nonetheless, but for tonight, he’ll have no effect on your Dreamer. From this point on though, you’ll have to up the security each time with that thing being able to learn and adapt to such things. Turning the light back on you calm down prepare to stay up the rest of the night- which will consist of reading up on your history on how past Dream Makers dealt with threats. Though, the history of Dream Makers is something that’s always interesting amongst many present Dream Makers.

     After all, the tales of the Dream Makers beginnings have been oddly plentiful; each one differing from the last to the point where we don't even know ourselves which version is true and what's not. Though, if one thing is certain, it would be that Dream Makers were not always around. The Avant Period, a time in which there is no record of Dream Makers, was dark in terms of dreams, no matter how scarce they were back then. Creatures of the night would infect the mind and torment the Dreamers, occasionally driving them to pure insanity. They would make reality and fiction cross in the worst way possible, teasing their victims with deadly and sorrowful imagery. Perhaps, that is why the Dream Makers came about- or, at least according to one theory that is. The only resource Dream Makers have of their first presence amongst Dreamers is, peculiar as it may be, from the Dreamers.

     They started to write about us during Ancient Egyptian and Greek times, with characters like The Oneiroi and the god Tutu- both of which granted dreams. Tutu was said to protect against bad dreams and one of The Oneiroi, specifically the one made of horns, was said to be the source of prophetic dreams; as the other, made of ivory, was the source of meaningless dreams.  Although, both were still rather different than yourself and other Dream Makers.

     There was little doubt on the idea that Dream Makers had changed as the Dreamers had, slowly becoming closer to strengthen the link between a Dreamer and their Dream Maker. Somewhere during that time, it was decided that each Dream Maker will have only one Dreamer. This was good and bad; when Dream Makers fell they were easy able to adapt and due to our curious nature, explore alongside their Dreamers. Yet, this also resulted in the phenomena of young Dream Makers being inexperienced and more mistakes being made. This is still prevalent to this day.

     Dream Makers have come along way, but they weren’t the only ones who continued to advance. But strategies of how to defeat these creatures in the night, rose up and for each type of creature, certain methods worked better than others did. Some would be short and sure while others are long-term and can always change, you're currently looking for one that's long-term and sure. Of course, you're not opposed to returning after this trip, but you hope it wouldn't be for this reason.

     The piece of glass you found early sits on the table and you pick it up swiftly before plopping down on the floor. You study it curiously, the beast it belongs to probably already upset with the current spell; but, that's what happens when you're an evil jerk who messes with Mark's dreams.

     Its orange hue reflects the light across the tiny room, sighing, you clasp your hand around it and cease its rays, the shard slices into your palm ever so slightly causing a small droplet of blood to rise. The pain is hardly noticeable as you open your hand, with your non-bloody hand you pick up the slight stained red glass and set it aside as you reach into your bag, grabbing a piece of cloth and wrapping it around the little room if only to assure that there’s no blood stains anywhere else. That would be an odd thing to answer to, after all.

     Your now bandaged hand reaches for a certain book with a dark green cover with a golden pattern on the front, it resembles the pattern of celtic knots with a large branching tree in the middle- it’s honestly quite beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Flipping through the pages, you finally find the one you need and begin to read through them; the information it holds prove to be necessary and helps to build your mental library on the subject. You decide to continue building upon the information for the rest of the night and go from one book to another out of your eleven books to find out the most that you can. In the end, you stay up until the sun’s rays shine through your curtains and make you realize just how long you’ve been up. Eyes scan over the floor, which is a mess by now, and you decide to to clean up before you have a quick charging session. You hide your supplies away in your bag and get under the blissfully comfy blanket, shutting your eyes, your thoughts fade as your mind rests from all the work. You’re happy to say that the first night back has been a success for both you and you Dreamer, you hope it will continue that way.

     “You already packed everything?” You question bewildered by his readiness, it’s not even ten in the morning and yet he has everything needed for the trip already packed up and ready to go.

     “Of course, not everyone sleeps in like you do,” He teases, his smirk threatening to show itself.

     Rolling your eyes playfully, you sigh and poke his arm, “I had a rough night,” an excuse that is an extreme simplification of the truth.

     “Sure,” Mark chuckles and pokes your arm back after tossing a bag into the trunk of his car, “Excuses aside-”

     “Oh hush, I’m telling you-”

      “Excuses aside, you have anywhere you want to go first?” He shuts the trunk and leans against it to patiently await your answer.

      Shaking your head, you simply drop it and ponder as to what you wanted to do, it isn’t long until you come up with an answer. “Can we get some slush before we go? That’s all I want, everything else can be up to you!” You chime with a bright smile spreading across your cheeks.

      He laughs but nods nonetheless, “I should’ve known that’s what you were gonna say.” Mark throws an arm around your shoulder and rubs your arm, his own smile mirroring your own, “How do you love slushees so much?”

      You raise a brow as you start to ask the real question, “How do you not love them that much? They’re such simple treats yet they’re so delicious and chilly! You could even say, I think they’re the coolest!” You offer a playful wink after that little pun- to which he responds with a groan and begrudging laughter.

     “And you still make really bad puns,” Mark runs a hand through his hair and despite his complaint, he continues to laugh. 

     “Then why are you laughing? Huh?” Your lips don a cheeky smirk as you poke his stomach, proceeding to mess with the sweetheart.

     “Because they’re so bad and stupid!” He explains and you begin to laugh with him, his reasoning is obviously flawed as you know very well that you’re puns are just punderful!

     “Sure,” You playfully repeat, hugging his waist, “Now, can we go get some slush already?”

     “If that’s what you want, chickadee,” His voice rings out cheerfully- a light laugh still lingering, he presses a kiss to your head, “Go ahead and hop in the car.”

     Your smirk settles back into a smile and you do just as you’re told, hopping into the passenger seat and excitedly await your kingdom of slushee to come.

     The chilled but divine taste of blue raspberry greets your tastebuds in the most splendid meeting. Mark ends up deciding that the park would be a relaxed but enjoyable day out and so, the two of you are now catching up on a blanket beneath a shady willow tree. Your cooled treat keeps you cool as well and Mark sips on his own, in between sips, the two of you go back and forth with simple questions.

     “Are there any new games you’re really into?”

     “Yeah! One called ‘Prey’. It’s just amazing- everything from the game play to the graphics. Plus, it’s in space! I love space!” His voice wistfully explains his adoration for the game, “I’ll have to show you, I think you’ll really like it.” Mark turns his head over to yours, his eyes holding a soft gaze with your own.

      You giggle and nod in agreement, “I’m sure I will, Mark. Space is pretty cool,” you agree with a beaming smile. Although, the Dream Maker realm isn’t exactly space, it’s also not not space- rather just in space but on a separate plane possibly. A plane that’s abundant with clouds yet still has the stars watching from above.

      “Where have you gone while you were away?”

     You hum in thought and shrug, “Maine, obviously,” you remember that’s where your ‘family’ is, and begin to list off a few more places you hope he wouldn’t be able to poke holes through, “I’ve been through quite a few states of course but I stayed the longest in Maryland, Wisconsin, and Oregon.”

      He nods and before you can slip in a question, he adds another one, “Did you meet anyone there?” While he attempts to ask it nonchalantly, you can sense a nervousness in his voice- which you can’t quite understand. There’s millions of people, how couldn’t you meet at least one person in one state-nevertheless three?

     Yet, Mark’s only asking in a hope to be subtle about a topic that’s been in the back of his mind since you arrived, did you meet someone that charmed their way into your heart like he has? Is there still an opportunity for a relationship to bloom or have you gotten in one since you’ve left? To say the least, Mark’s a bit jealous and paranoid around this subject.

     “What exactly do you mean by that, Mark?”

     He exhales deeply and his eyes shift to yours, holding curious but calm emotions within them, “Were there any others that you had a relationship with?” It’s a simple but troublesome question, because if there’s a chance that your feelings have minimized while his has stayed just as strong as they were before- the joy in his heart would dampen and tear apart like a piece of paper being dropped into water.

     And as much as you want to keep this a somewhat serious moment, you couldn’t help but laugh at that preposterous idea. Setting down your blue beverage, you turn to face him with a crooked smile on your lips, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but is someone jealous for no reason?”

     Of course, Mark scoffs and chuckles, “What? No, no, not at all!” He tries to convince though fails to, his arm reaches back to scratch the back of his neck and ease his nerves. He’s been caught, hasn’t he? Though, it won’t stop him from trying to blow it off, “I’m not jealous, just curious.”  

     Raising a brow, you shoot him a questioning look and begin to think of a mischievous plan. “Oh really?”

     “Really.”

     “If you say so…” You trail off and then proceed to lean into him, a coy smile crossing your lips as you look up him, “Then what about you, Markimoo? Did you meet anyone while I was away?”

     Mark laughs and shakes his head, “No, between projects and work I don’t have much time.” Which is quite reasonable, Mark can be a bit of a workaholic and you can see how that may interfere with meeting new people outside of his career web.

     You nod and bite your lip, “So...Just wondering, how would you react if I did meet someone?” Are you pushing it a bit? Maybe, but only slightly. Besides, you’ve never seen the jealous side of Mark and out of pure curiosity, you now want to see that side of him.

     His brows furrow as his cool brown orbs move to yours, “Why do you wanna know?” A becoming smirk on his expression gives away his own growing interest in the conversation.

     Deciding to be honest, you shrug simply and answer truthfully, “‘Cause I’m curious to see you jealous-”

      “-I don’t get jealous,” Mark interjects though it only convinces you more of his possible jealousy in situations.

     “I’m not really getting that vibe, Mark. If anything, you’re probably a pretty jealous person, huh?” You tease, fighting back a giggle as you watch him shake his head with a sigh.

     “I am not.”

     “You totally are.”

     “No.”

     “Yes!”

     Mark chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, “What about you?”

     His questions catches you off guard, you tilt your hand and repeat his question, “What about me?”

     It’s now his time to be overconfident, which isn’t exactly a rare occurrence to begin with. “How jealous do you get?”

     You think for a moment and begin to realize that, in fact, you would be rather jealous if Mark had found someone. Though, you aren’t quite sure if that’s due to the celestial bond, a Dream Maker’s natural possessiveness over Dreamers, or just your own personality- or possibly a combination of the three. You laugh and nod, “I think I would be fairly jealous, not gonna lie.”

     Mark chuckles and smiles happily, “Then, maybe, just maybe, I think I may have been a bit jealous if you had met someone.” To know that you’d be jealous if he had found someone, well, it actually makes him delighted and hopeful that you do still return your feelings for him.

     “Good! I think I’d love to see you being jealous,” You admit, as you find yourself being pulled closer to him, his arm settling around your waist.

     “I think I’d like to see you jealous too,” Mark agrees, another chuckle flowing sweetly from his lips, “It’d be funny!”

     You roll your eyes playfully and poke his chest, “You’d be the funny one, if anything!”

     “No,” He ‘corrects’ as he then uses an oddly high pitched voice to say the rest, “Oh Markimoo! Stop talking to her! My heart, I can’t stand it! Markimoo, no!”

     Your eyes narrow as you watch this peculiar mockery of his, you groan and run a hand through your locks. If he’s going to play this way, then so are you. In the best baritone voice you can do, you start, “My chickadee stop talking to him! I’m way more handsome and funny than he is, guaranteed! Baby, no!”

     This eventually progresses into a playful banter and somehow ends up with the two of you running from each other in the park; namely, you are running away from Mark. Yet, the two of you never seem to stop laughing even if it causes you to lose your breath quicker, it can’t be helped.

     A pair of strong arms lift you up and throw you onto their owner’s shoulder, “Mark! Put me down!” You try to be demanding but your bout of giggles make it hard to do so.

     ���Never!” He screams, and while you can’t see his face, you can hear that boastful smile in his voice and a similar one begins to spread onto your own lips.

     “You’re such an idiot!”

     “I'm your idiot, baby!”

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