#noah popcorn falling out of his mouth: wait what now???
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no bc once you start to imagine Noah just observing his friends with a bowl of popcorn whenever he’s “not there” that’s when the whole book series gets ten times funnier
#noah with his hand in the popcorn bowl: nooo why would you do that???#noah crunching on his popcorn: fuck yeah they finally kissed!!!!#noah popcorn falling out of his mouth: wait what now???#trc#the raven cycle#richard gansey#ronan lynch#adam parrish#noah czerny#blue sargent
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Ceremonial Kisses (Part 1 of 3)
Part 2
So I decided to try my hand at the “Marinette, the princess of China” trope and see how I did! Tell me what you think?
Also, the first chapter is going to be fluffy, the second chapter’ll have a sprinkling of salt, and the third chapter will be a mix of piles and piles of salt and some fluff. Be warned!
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“I’ve got a big, big, big announcement for you today, class!“ Bustier chirped, clapping her hands to get their attention. “China’s princess will be coronated in a week and a half, the day she turns 18, as many of you know, and one class from the school will be selected to travel to China and watch the ceremony. Guess which class it was?“
“Uhhh…Mme. Mendeleiev’s!“
“Ooh, M. D’Argencourt’s? They’ve wanted that trip for weeks!“
“No, class, it’s ours! In three days, we’ll board the plane to Asia and have a few days to sightsee and explore, then attend the coronation on the second-to-last day!“
“Wow! Why our class?“ Kim asked.
Marinette knew exactly why. Marc had told her that the entire school was sick of Lila’s lies and wanted to enjoy the coronation without her butting in in the middle of the assembly to tell a ‘story’ about herself.
But she couldn’t just say that.
“You know, I actually know the princess,“ Lila said, immediately drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “But her identity is being kept a secret for now. That’s how we landed the trip!“
“Wow, Lila!“
“That’s amazing!“
“So cool of you.“
“They know that’s stupid, right?“ Alya stage-whispered, earning a glare from Lila’s new puppy–more commonly known as Kim. She shrugged. “I’m just tellin’ the truth!“
Alya, who was now her only other supporter next to Nino (and technically Adrien, but she’d discuss that later–it was very complicated), had decided to Google Lila’s name during a sleepover and found…some rather incriminating Facebook posts.
After that, she was 100% team Marinette and an amazing friend, along with Nino, who had decided that he needed a theme song. No one knew why.
But they loved him anyways!
So while Bustier was rattling off facts about Chinese emperors and kings and queens, Nino was showing them his latest idea to expose Lila.
“Okay,“ he started. “First, we go to China. Then we do our sightseeing and shit, and then. I did some research, and we can ask the princess questions if we’re with a national news channel. Alya’s blog counts. For real, we can talk to the princess of China. And we ask her if she knows Lila.“
“Brilliant plan, Nino. I wonder how the princess will react to a few teenagers in the middle of a crowd of famous people.“
Nino frowned. “The princess is only, like, 17. She’ll probably notice us, Als.”
“Oh, that reminds me, your birthday’s on the same day as the coronation, Marinette! Weird, isn’t it? That you and the princess have the same birthday?“ Alya asked, pulling out her phone and swiping through something.
“Huh, yeah. You’re right. Maybe we can invite her to my birthday party?“
“Ooh, the wiki page says she likes custard buns, and I’m not sure how they know that,“ Nino chuckled. “but make sure to stock up on those.“
“Noted,“ Marinette said drily as Bustier turned to them with a condemning look on her face. “Alya! I hope what you’re doing on that phone relates to the lesson!“
“China’s princess’s identity is being kept a secret because the last two were sent death threats, dangerous items, highly innapropriate items, and several other things that prompted them to not reveal the princess until it was necessary.“
“C-correct, Alya. Good job.“
“Nice!“ Marinette mouthed, high-fiving Alya, who flipped her phone around to reveal a website about the princess.
-🌸-
The final bell rang as several of the students cheered. One school day until the trip over, three more to go. Alya swung her bag over her shoulder and bumped Marinette’s elbow. “We goin’ to your place to hang out?”
“Yeah, my dad’s out anyways and mom closed the bakery for the afternoon. let’s go!“ Alya took Nino’s hand and walked the short distance to Marinette’s house. They entered and immediately felt something off.
Ah, there it was.
Sabine was leaning over the counter with a cup of very strong-smelling peppermint tea beside her. She was rubbing her temples and muttering to herself in rapid Mandarin.
“Maman? Are you alright?“ Marinette asked worriedly. Alya and Nino stood by the door–they had only seen her like this once before, when her cousin had been run over and killed.
“Yes, dear, everything’s okay, it’s just–there’s something I need to tell you.“
“Oh, no, did something happen to someone?“
“No, no, everyone’s just fine. I can’t not tell you without there being serious problems.“
“So what is it? What’s so important you had to close the bakery?“
“You’re the princess. China’s princess. The one nobody knows about.“
“I’m what?!“ Marinette screeched, grabbing at her hair. “I’m the heir to the throne of the most populated country in the world, and you waited until a week before the coronation to tell me?!“
“Holy shit.“ Alya and Nino said simultaneously. Sabine stared at them, likely just realizing they were there.
“Oh. They know now, too. Perfect, that’s just what we need, a reporter knowing who–“
“Maman! Alya wouldn’t tell a soul, I know she wouldn’t.“
Sabine turned to Alya. “I’m sorry, dear, I’m just stressed. With that trip to China in a few days and all that, we’ll have to close down the bakery for about a week.”
“And we never close down the bakery.“ Marinette finished, putting a steady hand on her mom’s shoulder. “But I know just the person to run it while we’re gone.“
As she was about to say who exactly would run the bakery, Nino backed into the door, wide-eyed.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. My best friend…holy shit.“
“Nino, I know this is a lot, but we’ll have to stay calm,“ Alya said, grabbing his hand. “So we don’t spill her secret. That’s top priority, all right? Don’t–tell–anyone.“
Nino sighed. “Sorry, babe. This…“ he turned to Marinette. “Do you have any cookies?“
Marinette grinned and led them into the kitchen. “Of course! Chocolate chunk or raspberry frosted?“
“Raspberry, all the way!“
“There’s the Nino I know!“
After a quick cookie interval, Marinette pushed her plate away and sighed. “Anyone up for an impromptu sleepover? You all left a bunch of your clothes here the last few times.”
“Marinette. If you know us, you will know our answers.“ Alya said solemnly.
“Hell yeah. Wanna go choose which terrible rom-com to watch this time?“
They ended up settling on The Kissing Booth, one of Marinette’s personal favorites (”To lighten the tension, you know?” Alya had said. “Although the tension in here probably weighs the same as an obese hippopotamus at this point.”) and made a bowl of caramel popcorn, with a tiny bag of sea-salt Skinny Pop for Nino.
“Sugar on popcorn is a crime, man. I ain’t touching that.“
“You’ve tried it once, Nino.“
“Yes, and I hated it. Is there anything else to be said?“
So they spent the next two hours in a blanket fort that was made almost entirely of throw pillows laughing over Elle and Noah and Lee being idiots, with a few highlights such as the iconic “Ninth grade skirt, eleventh grade body” scene, where Alya snorted and said “You know, Lila’s skipped so much school, might as well be ninth grade brain, eleventh grade work.”
“Too true,“ Nino agreed. “The other day, she called Chloe’s mom Aurora Bourgeois. That was a pretty major mess-up.”
“Shhh! Let’s just watch the movie!“ Marinette said, effectively quieting them down.
They watched the rest in silence with the usual laughs., ending up falling asleep halfway through the second movie, snuggled up on their respective couches. Marinette mother shook them awake the next morning, telling them to take showers and eat breakfast and get dressed and for god’s sake, Marinette, finish your homework.
“Crap, crap, crapcrapcrap! Nino, we’re going to be late if we don’t get ready fast!“ Alya shouted as Marinette ran up the stairs to change. “Can I use your shower, M?“
“Sure!“ was the muffled reply.
After about 10 minutes of running around and shoving waffles in their mouths, they grabbed their bags and ran off to school.
They burst through the door in the nick of time, the bell ringing just as they plunked down their things.
Bustier wasn’t there five minutes into the class, so they started talking.
“Marinette, you have to listen to Nino’s latest track, it’s–“ Just as she was about to describe Nino’s latest track, a bouncy-ball the size of a walrus snashed through the wall, nearly taking off Kim’s head.
There was a cackle from outside. “I am Gradack! You will all feel the same sorrow that I did!“
-🌸-
The fight was over relatively fast, and everything was calmed down and restored before their next class. Turns out Chat Noir didn’t show, so Marinette had to ask Alya for assistance.
In hindsight, she probably should have picked a better place to transform.
“Tikki, spots on!“ After she transformed, she was about to go to Fu to get one of the Miraculous, when she heard a strangled gasp.
“…shit.“
“My best friend is the princess of goddamn China and Ladybug? What the fuck?! Who are you? How did I not know? When did–“
“Alya, I know the feeling, but you can’t tell anyone. Got it?“
“Nino?“
“Well,“ Marinette paused to think. “Yeah, I guess. I trust him enough. Now, take this and transform!“ she tossed Alya the hexagonal box, and after a quick transformation, they ran off to defeat the saddened graduate of an akuma.
As she said, it was an easy fight.
They comforted the victim with four minutes (each) to spare, then ran back to the locker rooms to transform back.
Time Skip!
It was the morning of the flight to China, and she was ecstatic. Of course, she had to get up at 3:45 in the morning, but it was worth it–the flight took off at six in the morning, of course.
She could see the logic of wanting to arrive at 12:00, but she would’ve much preferred a red-eye.
Then she wouldn’t have had to stay up all night reading, because no way in hell would she just wake up at 3:45 in the morning.
The alarm would’ve had to go off for hours.
But back to the morning, she poured herself a sasquatch-sized mug of coffee, with about a gallon of cream and enough sugar to put an entire city of diabetics into shock, she started getting dressed.
Trudging around and haphazardly pulling out shirts, she finally decided on a simple red-and-orange flannel, a white t-shirt, and a pair of cropped jeans.
The she downed the rest of her coffee with an apathetic “Bottoms up!” and slapped her cheeks.
She grapped her suitcase and walked outside to where her mother was typing away on a laptop in the pitch-black night.
“Mom, why are you up?“
“Because I have to drive you to the airport, that’s why. And no alarm would be able to wake me up at 3 in the morning.“
“Preach. I’m ready to go, so can we get in the car now?“
After driving to the airport and saying goodbye to her mom, she walked into the airport and immediately saw the group of sleepy teens (and a certain disheveled teacher) leaning on their suitcases, trying not to fall asleep.
Nino and Marinette were already there, their eyelids drooping. The only person who looked properly awake was Sabrina, who was–inevitably–holding a saucer out to Chloé, who was sipping from a teacup.
Alya rolled her eyes and walked over to Marinette and Nino. “Who’re we missing?”
“Kim and Rose. They’re carpooling, so they should be here any minute.“
Just as Marinette had said, a few seconds later, Rose and Kim walked into the airport. Kim was still wearing pajama pants.
Another Time Skip!
“Marinette.“ Alya groaned, shaking Marinette’s shoulders. “Marinette, wake up, we’re here.“
Marinette’s eyes fluttered open. “No. Five more minutes.”
“Everyone else is already off the plane!“
“Shit. Let’s go!“ Marinette said, jumping up, grabbing her purse (which she had recently learned concealed a kwami) and scrambling out the door.
Alya picked up the mini-backpack she now carried (which held Trixx, cookies, and some grape jelly) and followed her out the door.
Almost as soon as they stepped off the plane, they heard a loud wail.
“Great. She’s back on her bullshit.“
“I just can’t believe she would steal that, Lila! It’s so unlike her!“
“M-maybe, but there’s p-proof! Look!“
“Oh, great, what did we do this time?“ Alya asked exasperatedly. They watched as Lila held out the remains of–from what they could see from a meter away–a sketch of an orange mermaid gown with a black lace collar, ripped into quarters and laid out on the ground.
Marinette gasped beside her.
“That’s your dress, isn’t it?“
A small tear made its way down Marinette’s face. “It was going to be for you,” she said softly.
Alya threw her arms around Marinette and rubbed her shoulders. “It’s okay, sweetie. Once you’re princess, we’ll sue her for all she’s worth.”
Marinette detached herself from Alya and wiped her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Alya.”
-🌸-
Nino stormed up to where Alya and Marinette were standing with a furious expression on his face.
“That fox,“ he seethed. “that bitchy little fox of a liar stole your drawing.“
Marinette chuckled wetly. “Yeah, we know.“
“Are you okay? I know how important they are to you.“
“I’m fine, Nino, and o–who the hell are you?“ A man in an oddly formal suit was standing next to her, holding out a small red envelope.
Marinette plucked the envelope from his fingers, opened it, and read the contents. She looked up and nodded at the suit-wearing guy.
“Good. In that case, Miss Dupain-Cheng, I’m going to need you to come with me.“ Alya and Nino immediately stepped in front of her in a protective shield.
“She’s not in trouble, is she?“
The strange man looked surprisingly amused. “Not at all–but you might want to come with us, too. You as well, headphone-boy.”
Nino put a hand on his chest and gasped in offense.
“Nino. He’s going to drive us to the palace. You’re coming, too, ya doof!“ Nino made a noise of realization and followed them out to where a black limousine was waiting.
They climbed in and drove off.
About five minutes into the drive, he moved his foot to the side, accidentally kicking a black box.
Just as he was preparing his final goodbyes, it sprung open, and inside was a junk food lover’s heaven.
“Dude.“
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The Selection Chapter 11
Summary: You are Manhattan royalty, making your marriage one people want to watch. What happens when the Avengers are your suitors?
Chapter TW: female reader, swearing, angst
Chapter Word Count: 587
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You hate yourself for what you are about to do. You didn’t have anyone to tell you you were making the right decision. You can’t ask Steve which of his friends you should send home. You can’t talk to Gina because she is mad at you.
This decision is completely and utterly yours, and you hate that. This decision is nothing like the last one because now you know these people. Each one of them had made you laugh or cry or both. They’ve each taken over a place in your heart.
You pace your room as you try to get ready for the evening. Dinner ended only ten minutes ago. Everyone was already waiting for you to be down there and make your announcement.
A gentle knock on your door shakes you from your thoughts. “(Y/N/N)? How you doing?” a familiar voice calls.
“Oh God! Gina!” You rush over to hug her. “I’m incredibly nervous.”
“I know, but I’m right here with ice cream and popcorn once you’ve made your decision. I’m here to support you.”
“Thank you.”
She smooths your dress as you step away. “C’mon, let’s get you down there.”
You nod, following her down the staircase and into the room. You greet everyone with a small smile before making your way to the center of the room.
“You all know that today is not my favorite day. I have given each of you a large piece of my heart that I’m not sure I’m ever getting back.” You sniffle slightly. “The moment I decided I would do this, I hated this part. I hated it the first time I had to do it, and now I know you. I know all of you so well.” You close your eyes and try not to cry. “I’m so sorry.”
Thor stands up to rub your back, whispering, “It’s okay. You got this.”
You gently push him away. “I’m good. I’m good.”
He nods, squeezing your shoulder before sitting back down.
“Sorry,” you mutter with a slight laugh. “So, uh, before I cry any more, I just want to get to it. I am so so sorry, Loki, but I have to send you home.”
He nods solemnly. “I understand.” He lets you hug him, which you are certain is because he doesn’t want to make you cry anymore. “At least I know you aren’t happy about this,” he jokes.
You laugh meekly. “I’m going to miss you.”
He kisses your cheek. “It’s fine. I promise.”
You nod, turning away as he leaves. Once the door closes behind him, you address the room again. “As much as I want to spend more time with each of you, I don’t want to ruin your evening. Goodnight.” You leave with tears in your eyes.
As promised, Gina is waiting in your room with popcorn and ice cream. “Who was it?”
“Loki,” you manage to say as you fall to your bed. “I hate myself.”
She shakes her head. “No, you don’t. Get changed into something comfy, and we can watch something stupid.”
“Fine,” you groan. You change out of your dress and jewelry before falling back onto your bed.
“Alright, so what are we watching?” You throw a handful of popcorn into your mouth.
“There’s some new Noah Centineo movie,” she answers.
“Perfect.”
One tub of ice cream, a bag of popcorn, and a one and a half romcoms later you hear a knock at the door.
“Fuck,” you groan. “I can’t believe I forgot.”
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Chapter 20.) Try
I step outside to hear Glenn and Sev tell Rick how Noah died. Sev tried convincing me to stay inside, but I told them to let me, Rick backed me up.
"I saw the grenades," Glenn is sitting on the steps, Rick kneeling in front of him, and Sev sat on the railing behind Glenn.
"We tried to stop him," Sev says, softly.
"He was gonna run," Glenn agrees. "But we made him stay."
"We were going to try to get Aiden out of there, and we needed Nick's help. And when we ended up in those damn doors," Sev's voice goes poisoness.
"All he had to do was hold the door," Glenn sounds haunted. "But he panicked. Noah, I had him. I had his hand. I tried."
"You did your best."
"I watched him die."
"I wanted to leave that fucking coward out there."
"We almost did leave him out there. Could have told a story."
When Rick doesn't respond Glenn asks, "What, you think we should have?"
"They don't know what they're doing," Rick says. "Any of them."
"We'll show them."
"I don't know if they can see it. How things really are. I don't know if they can yet. They haven't caught up."
"We have to be here. We have to." Glenn says, firmly.
"Yeah, we do. But their rules, we don't answer to them."
"We are them, Rick. We are, now. Noah, he believed in this place. I'm telling you, we gotta make this work."
I scoff, and everyone looks at me. "Noah believed in this place and now he's dead. Rick, you already know where I stand on this."
Rick nods, and I walk inside; the screen door slamming behind me.
Sev follows me, "Hey! You don't get to give up on this just because we lost someone!"
I spin around, "I've lost enough people! I've lost most of them because I believed we were safe! Noah saved me! And now he's dead because of me."
"That's not true, you know it's not."
"He was just a boy, Sev! A kid... who's next, Sev? Daryl? You? Mason?" My voice breaks. They pull me into a hug, that I push them away from; before going upstairs to tuck in Mason.
He's crying into his pillow when I get there, and I stroke his hair and start softly singing, "It's not where you come from..."
"Is Daryl back yet?" The first words out of Mason's mouth the last few days. No hello, good mornings. Just asking about Daryl.
"No, not yet."
"Can we go visit Eric again today?"
I shake my head, "No. You and I are going to stay here, we are going to cook for everyone for when they get off work."
"Carol does the cooking..." Mason says, looking at me as if he were trying to read something off of my face.
"Carol, cooks all day for her job, she probably hates coming home just to cook for everyone here as well."
He shrugs, "Okay. Hey, do you think they have dogs here?"
"I don't know, but I bet you
Carol would know."
"She does talk to everyone. If there are dogs, can I get one? We always said we'd get one before, but we never did."
I chuckle, ruffling his hair, "Your dad, he was afraid of dogs. He never wanted to tell you kids no, though. So he'd say later, and put it off."
"I miss him, Aaron... and Tonia."
"Me too."
"I miss movie nights, do you remember those?" He has a genuine smile on his face as he asks.
I nod, "Yeah, I remember those."
"We'd rent a movie each, and you'd make popcorn, sometimes dad'd be home and he'd make home made pizza."
I smile, "Yeah, those were the days, huh?"
"Do you think we'll ever have those back again?"
"I had dinner at Aaron and Eric's house. Daryl and I went to a neighbor's house to eat Spaghetti. I never thought that would be possible again, but we did it."
"Carl goes outside the walls, he follows Enid. He doesn't tell his dad, but he goes."
"Oh?" I say, unsure how to respond to this new bit of information.
"Enid lived out there before she came to Alexandria, too. I think they just have to be outside again to feel normal..."
"Yeah? Maybe," I say, thinking to how Daryl and I would leave Alexandria to breathe.
"You don't have to be afraid all the time. If things go bad, we can be prepared without always waiting for them to happen. We can be comfortable and happy, until they do. And when bad things happen, we can just deal with them, like always. But we don't have to live always waiting for them to happen. We can enjoy this place, y'know? You can say goodbye to Daryl and hope he comes back."
I nod, and pull my son close to me, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.
I'm on the porch when I hear the window crash, I immediately bolt to the direction of the sound of an obvious fight.
Rick and Pete have crashed right through Pete's window and are rolling around on the ground, throwing punches.
Pete's wife is crying as she tries to pull Pete off of Rick, but he slaps her hard enough she falls to the ground, but it gives Rick the leverage to get back on top.
Carl runs forward, and tries to get Rick off of Pete yelling, "Dad, get off!"
Rick shoves Carl off of his arm, and I'm appolled, I watch Rick put Pete in a choke hold as Deanna finally reaches the fight.
"Stop it! Stop it right now."
"You touch them again," warns Rick. "and I'll kill you."
"Damn it, Rick!" Deanna yells, "I said stop."
"Or what?" Rick pulls his gun out, "You gonna kick me out?"
"Put that gun down, Rick."
Rick's entire face is covered in blood, and he's actually having a mental break down, brandishing his gun, "You still don't get it. None of you do! We know what needs to be done and we do it. We're the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don't!" We all hear the banging on the walls, and the silenced gunfire. The dead are here.
"You wish things weren't what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don't get better because you-you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here."
"That's never been more clear to me than it is right now," Deanna states, evenly.
"Me? Me? You-" Rick laughs, maniacly, and I look at Glenn, trying to see if he knows how to fix this, he looks as lost as I feel. "You mean, you mean me? Your way is gonna destroy this place. It's gonna get people killed. It's already gotten people killed. And I'm not gonna stand by and just let it happen. If you don't fight, you die. I'm not gonna stand by-" Michonne runs up behind Rick and punches him, hard, in the back of the head, cleanly knocking him unconcious.
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon fanfiction#the walking dead#the walking dead fanfiction#season 5#chapter 20
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someone to watch over me, pg, 4664 words
A very happy holiday season and the best of New Years to you, @emeraldolverqueen! You said you liked soulmate fic, so I tried to do that. It’s less Christmassy than I’d intended, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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She knows them longer than it took to meet herself.
That this place where she died becomes the place where they learn to live is an understanding that comes only in time – and amidst many curse words spewed among missed sips of hard liquor. Because while she’s honored to Guard them – even as far from an angel as she is, was, or ever will be – even as much as the light within them, between them, acts as a uniting beacon between their souls, guidance and a reminder that sometimes stories don’t have endings such as hers, goddamn are they frustrating sometimes.
(Because, honestly. His coffee shop was in a bad neighborhood? He ran out of sports bottles? It’s like he’s not even trying sometimes. And what, exactly, does the man have against tennis balls? Or shirts? And while she’s at it, can she just mention the entire Napa Valley worth of red wine he’ll owe his partner-slash-wife-slash-best-part-of-his-always when all this is over? But she digresses. It becomes second nature, given the many stops and starts to Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak she has to endure but still somehow wishes she could live through.)
There is a jubilance in her when she slides quickly, hungrily, through their line together for the first time, something light that lifts her even higher than her perch Above and that she hasn’t felt, well, ever. She feels the raindrops on the window he waves rather dorkily to her when she’s too scared to come to his house; smells the flowers she brings Walter Steele in the hospital when he introduces her as his friend. Her mouth waters for the fries they order at Big Belly Burger, and her head spins just as much as Felicity’s does – will – on the power of narcotics and Oliver Queen saying she’ll always be his girl. She feels the swooping stomachs of the leaps Felicity takes, literal and figurative, to save Oliver, from Lian Yu and Ra’s al Ghul and himself time and again. Her fingers itch for the contradiction of soft butter and coarse salt on popcorn when Felicity reconfigures Oliver’s systems, and wishes she could pass it to John Diggle – who, literally, bless that man – points out Oliver doesn’t have a problem with Felicity’s performance until Barry Allen shows up. Then she wants to throw it at the looks they give each other after she locates a shipment of weapons for “Mr. Queen,” and her “a you were right and an apology; I really should be recording this,” because, just, ridiculous.
She floats at the inevitability contained in the words there was no choice to make and the redux of I know two things; the number of times they say yes even when they don’t think the other one is listening.
She is ready light years ahead of them; knows everything while they know so little.
What she doesn’t realize is how much she still has to learn herself.
She’s an eternal twenty-something when she’s finally allowed Below and sees him in person for the first time, in the place his father brings him when the son becomes the scion at barely eight, the place the young boy doesn’t want to be but where the man will try to find himself in leaps and lifetimes, fingers fidgeting for his Gameboy where in too short a time they’ll be wanting a weapon. And for the first time in generations, this isn’t the underground speakeasy where she overheard one too many men speaking down to one too many of her girls and fought back, only to get a pistol to the chest for her trouble. It’s the first moment she’s in since her soul left this place, the first thing she Sees from within rather than Above, feels deeply and is tied directly to since her time ran out, and though her lungs haven’t worked for decades, it still takes her breath away a little bit. The stacticity of the inevitability, the moveable objects and unstoppable forces, the idea that this is finally, that this is the start of a – every – moment, leaves her buzzing.
It falters ever so slightly as she takes in how much greyer the reality is against the light she sees in him, the one that shines with and partly because of a Vegas-reared card shark he’s already destined to go all in with, and the contrast is heavy enough even in its haze that it makes her realize everything she’s going to try to help them do will be caught between black and white.
It’s a lesson, a harbinger of a constant reminder that they – Oliver, Felicity, and her own being, such that it is – will forever be caught between life and death, right and wrong, light and dark, yesterday and tomorrow. She stumbles slightly against the knowledge that even though she knows what, she doesn’t know how, and she glances up for an answer she somehow knows she’ll have to live – such that it is for any and all of them – to tell.
(“The things you’ll do here will be great.” Robert Queen might say it to his son, but the woman neither know is listening hears it just as loudly. “Your work is just beginning.”
It’s truer than any of them know.)
She returns to Above to Watch the first Hanukkah after Noah Kuttler leaves, and it’s her first and greatest failure, because she has to turn away from the little girl on her eighth night lighting her menorah and speaking hitched Hebrew as she tries to pray for anything other than her greatest wish: her father to walk in the door of the home that feels less like shelter now than it ever should. She almost misses the burn of the tears on her cheek; almost wishes she could take them from the sweet little girl with glasses that fall down her nose more than they help her see, and eventually she has to turn away because she’s just not as strong as Felicity Smoak is now and forever will be.
It doesn’t matter that she can See other Hanukkahs, the ones where Felicity teaches William how to play the dreidel, or the ones where Oliver starts a list on his phone in June for gift ideas to give their children across the holiday evenings. It doesn’t matter that in the seemingly endless in-between, she Sees the there and here, how the blended family time comes together, be it margaritas after a bomb-collar wielding psycho and a gold dress that starts and stops their Witness and Oliver Queen’s hearts in the same go, or six years later, when they finally return with their son from to Star City on the 23rd of December only to find that a longtime resident who wishes to remain nameless has bought a Christmas tree at one of the downtown lots and paid the owner for weeks to keep it healthy until the castoff-turned-castaway-turned-man with too many masks until he found his true self didn’t darken doorsteps again, but instead enlightened them all with his presence.
(She’s not allowed to See that she’s the longtime resident – because she will be just that for them, longer than she’s actually supposed to be – that it’ll be one of the only times They actually let her be seen by the living world. She doesn’t know that she’ll ponder over what to say in the note she’s asked if she wants to leave, and that in the end, she’ll write with a shaking hand the only thing anyone should ever say to either of them, the things she wants them to hear echo for eternity, which is thank you and I’m proud of you.
She isn’t allowed to See, but should still know, because she yells those very things through the wandering years – Lian Yu, Hong Kong, Russia, Boston, Starling when it’s built on bones and standing on secrets – when things are so dark they seem to blind. She knows she can’t interfere; can’t change course. She knows the things she Witnesses now are the things that make them who they are, perfectly imperfect and right even in their wrongs. But the pain of it all settles in her – Oliver will later talk about five years where nothing good happens, and she’s got five times that as she Watches how the world shapes and scars their stories, and goddamn it, she hasn’t felt this helpless since she realized there was a gun in a gangster’s hand; hasn’t felt this sharp a pain since the impact of a bullet beneath her skin.
She’d waited for the light then. Now she stares at the light she’s seen in them, hoping it’ll bring her home, too.)
She begs Them time and again to let her down, a plea in a second of the infinite to remind herself it’ll be okay in how it’s meant to be; desperately needs to soothe herself with the knowledge that their path is as long as it is alight, and that the pain of the wait will lessen with whispered words of transition from “you’re my partner” to “you are my always”; from “someone’s broken our coffee maker” to a failsafe code that includes “latte” among its inspirations.
She needs to breathe those moments from her Before and their After again; needs the reassurance among the ruins.
They eventually give in, but she can’t leave the steel mill, and it’s only then that she learns moments can’t just be wished into existence, but that they have to be breathed into life, even when they feel like they’re suffocating with their entirety. She bangs her frustration on the pipes; it’s like slamming a hand against glass, starkly painful in its multitude of reminders, as they’ll experience in Darhk’s chamber, as they will when Oliver is in prison, only she doesn’t feel the inevitability of reunion then. She feels nothing but lonely and lost, wanting anything to be able to be there for them, with them, because this feels far too much like saying goodbye before introductions are even made.
It’s in that moment that she realizes that for as much as they’re going to fall for each other, she’d Fall a hundred times for them. They don’t know it yet – they may never know – but she’s just as willing to sacrifice everything for them as they will in the name of their fight for their city and for each other; for the life and liberty she won’t know again and that they’ll find only with each other.
For the love that will sustain them individually, together, apart, wholly, triumphantly, expectantly, entirely.
She makes her mind up then. She’ll stop running her parallel path, trying to get to the end because she sees how it begins, and instead Guard theirs with everything she has in her – with as much love as they’ve been destined to have for each other since before the universes within and around them had names. She’ll believe in the midst of “I don’t want to be a woman that you love” as much as she will during “you will be the best part of me for the rest of my life.” She’ll fight when he runs time and again, when she doesn’t go after him, when there are no good choices and the only certainty is failure. She’ll hear the truth in his mother’s lies, trust during so much doubting, rebuild during the wreckage.
She will Guide when they are at their most alone; even if they can’t see or hear or believe her into existence, she will be with them every step of the way, even if she has to crawl herself to get there.
(She draws the line at wiping up Roy’s training water bowls, though. Even ethereal beings have standards.)
She’s waiting at the bottom of the foundry stairs when he makes an absolute racket dragging his trunk in; “I thought you were supposed to be the shadow of the night,” she mutters as he starts putting his headquarters together. “How do you not get caught, like, forty-seven times before John and Felicity cover your ass?”
He doesn’t answer, but then again, she doesn’t need him to.
He slides into this new life almost as easily as he guides his quiver on his back; her transition is less smooth. She’s not used to interacting with the physical world anymore; time and megahertz vibrate differently, and she worries she’s leaving too much resonance as she fights between remembrance and rediscovery. He doesn’t take notice, transforming fully into something he always knew was something else, something she knows he’ll eventually understand is more, and every time the suits up – such that it his “disguise” at the beginning; it’s a hoodie. The man wears a hoodie. – she hears her and Felicity’s voices answering the question he doesn’t dare ask but that either woman he doesn’t know exist at this point would hesitate in saying: he is a hero. That he’ll go from hiding shouldering a son’s promise beneath a bruised history and the crack of leather that echoes in his aloneness to kissing his soulmate as they stand among their future and in the thick of the fight is the thing that keeps her thriving in the dank darkness of the basement; keeps her believing, and Watching, and Following.
(Tommy Merlyn feels her, though. It’s instant and obvious, and he always looks over his shoulder as they begin to set up their business and she lingers as she Watches over Oliver. It takes a few weeks, but he whispers, “Mom, is that you?” after closing late one morning. She wishes so hard that she could say something – what, she doesn’t know; what would be better, saying yes or no? – that a literal light starts to emanate from her the same way it does from Oliver and Felicity’s souls. She stands in the middle of her old building, the speakeasy that killed her, now turned into a bar hiding the man giving them both a second chance neither thought they’d get, staring at her hand as she turns it over and over again in absolute shock and disbelief.
She’s not his Caretaker, but she reaches out to him nonetheless. Her hand lingers on his shoulder, and he shudders through a deep breath as he hears the unspoken message: I’m here.
He says goodnight to her every day after that, and for all the companionship her job is predicated on, she’d never really known just how alone she’d felt.
She’s there at his End even as the foundry cracks around Felicity – as the city breaks around them all in ways that cut so deep they won’t know for so much longer just how badly they’re bleeding – and Tommy watches her in wonder and horror, glancing between his body on the ground and the sobs emanating from his best friend as Oliver begs him to open his eyes. When her hand shakes this time, it’s not entirely because she’s reaching Through for Rebecca Merlyn, but because there are no words to thank her son for the quiet conversations he’d led even without reply while restocking the bar, or the Christmas music he’d introduced her to just a few months before that he’d called classic and that she’d never heard before.
He glances between the familiar face of his mother and the scene in front of him before focusing on her, the embodiment as the confusion at the conduit of it all, and all she can do is smile.
“Take care of him,” he requests, and she nods, saying the word Oliver and Felicity will redefine for each other – have already done for her.
“Always.”)
It’s a lifetime and a half of adagio, of Waiting, but the day finally comes when he shows up in Felicity’s cubicle with a bullet-filled laptop and a bald faced lie, and it’s just…so much funnier than she expects. Of course, neither knows the monumental shift their lives have just taken, but she feels it like the electricity Felicity will soon put in his cave – his world, his heart, and how he’ll route it all back back to the woman that was always so much more than an IT girl. The look on John’s face when he wakes from his poisoning and realizes the ne’er-do-well he was supposed to be guarding is in fact guarding him makes her laugh so much it would have been audible were the rushes of both men’s heartbeats, borne of fear and confusion, not absolutely deafening.
She particularly delights in the moment when Felicity blurts out “I’m Jewish” and Oliver wishes her a Happy Hanukkah. She lingers in the QC offices as Felicity tilts her head back with an embarrassed groan once Oliver’s left the space, and can’t help but laugh as she leans against the blonde’s desk. “You marry him,” she says with utter glee and a delighted handclap not unlike the one Felicity will do when their firstborn takes her first steps toward the city Christmas tree her father once proposed to her mother by.
(She feels the shiver of the after of that moment, another cacophony of a gun and too close of a call, but she holds steadfast to the tomorrow she sees beyond it – the white lace dress and a look across a room, closeness that does not fade regardless of the distance they put between them.
She’s thought it before, but now she wonders aloud, her chin turned toward Above: why can’t this be easier for them? Why can’t the magic of a road trip summer and an unexpected home both in Ivy Town and each other last longer than a single solstice? Why can’t they have lazy Saturdays and non-burnt breakfasts instead of hostile takeovers and closing doors? Yes, they’ll have holiday plays in which one child plays the Christmas turkey on the stage and the other plays with the necklace their father gave their mother as the very first push present as they wiggle impatiently in the audience, and they’ll have William waking early one Christmas morning to mock up reindeer hoofprints in the snow, and they’ll have Hebrew school and Donna buying light-up menorahs so no flames are around her daughter or her daughter’s small children – because even at thirty, to their Nana, they’ll always be small – but words like Havenrock and Nanda Parbat and “maybe my code name could be Hot Wheels” seem to undermine the fact that he’s one of the few good ones, that she’s the last of the real ones, and she is just their Witness.
Because then they wouldn’t be Them. She hates how quickly the answer comes almost as much as she hates how true it is. But they’ve given so much up even before they have it, and it just doesn’t seem fair.
It isn’t. But it’s what makes them better.)
She stays with them after the foundry is discovered, first by Slade Wilson – and what a time she has with that madman; for all the times she’s wanted to reach out to Oliver or Felicity the way she was able to with Tommy, she is full-bodied and pissed off when he infiltrates the grave that has become the only home many of them acknowledge. He thinks she’s a figment of his imagination, a Mirakuru mirage, but instead she’s the first line of defense and the pawn in the chess game Oliver is gearing up to win.
She is red in her rage, seething in her skin – such that it is – and her voice is a hiss when it registers in his ears. “You’ve just gotten here, and you’ve already failed.”
He sets his traps, and she follows every step he stumbles through. “She’s already rebuilt this,” she says, motioning to the place that had felt like a coffin and now sings of comfort. “So has he. And they’ll do it time and again. You…” she laughs, humorlessly, hollowly. “What will you be in the end, other than a cautionary tale?”
She disappears when he swipes his sword at her, chases him around in a madness that registers a little too close for him, but she’d do anything to keep this sanctuary – the sanctity of united souls – safe. It’s why she lingers after the battle of the war no one saw coming and still somehow end one day; settles back as the unthinkable is not only spoken about but finally comes into being. Belief is truth, and it is beautiful. She enjoys those bright days even more than Oliver and Felicity will in their Porsche – Oliver Queen pretending to be confused about Ikea instructions just so Felicity will stay and help him set up the bed she insisted on buying for him is at once the dumbest and greatest thing she’s ever Witnessed, and damn it, why isn’t Caretaker popcorn an actual thing? – because it’s not just her Seeing the possibilities, the promise, the poetry even among the pain anymore.
They’re becoming them, slow and steady as it tries to be – syncopated when he makes it so, the stubborn ass; and yes, she does clang the pipes angrily – loudly – at him as he tries to settle down in the beds of his own making, cold and empty and alone – and she makes the first of her own choices.
She takes the light of that summer, of longing looks and walks for mint chocolate chip ice cream “just because” and holds it to her, even as she knows it means she can’t be there the way she wants to be, aware and awake and as alive as she can be; as she’s been for decades. She uses every ounce of energy they’ve imbued her with – both heavenly and human – and holds tight to that warmth, that belief, that righteousness, and uses it after Oliver’s own fall to soften Felicity’s descent. She uses it to fight through the biting coldness of Felicity’s despair, the pressing callousness of an empty foundry and the pain of dulled, departed souls. She clings to it while she Watches them make choice after impossible choice, after they fall apart and come together in the exquisite way only soulmates can.
She whispers it in their ears in too-empty lofts, in jail cells, in coffee houses operated alongside fake names and pink hair, and even a Dunkin Donuts in Cambridge, one Felicity frequented while at school that William makes his way to for a sense of home when he’s furthest from it.
They are her beacon as much as they are each other’s, and keeps it alight during the dark days and the navy nights.
(The second choice she makes – though doing so contradicts this ones made for her before the Beginning – is to stay long after Quentin Lance finds the foundry and shuts it down. She’s not tied to the place anymore, and should go back Above. She refuses, because if she’s learned one thing from them, it’s that you never abandon the fight. Though they don’t know she’s there, she’s still tied to them, and they have many miles to go before any of them can sleep.
There’s also a small part of her that wonders if they do know she’s there, because after the first date they both believed to be the last, Felicity appears in front of her, shimmering and shaking as brightly as the wedding rings she can’t see but that her Guardian won’t forget, bloody but beautifully aware in her red dress, even as her body lies unconscious and unmoving on a table.
“Is this…Heaven?” she asks brokenly. “Because that would be inconvenient on so many levels.”
She’s thought a hundred times – a thousand – about what she’d say to this beautiful creature if ever given the chance. Would she want to laugh with her; tease her a little bit about just how exhausting the will they/won’t they scenario was when the answer was most obviously duh. Would she be serious; speak about how for as much as she’d fought Oliver’s corner and is helping the world understand he’s a hero, she’s one in her own very big right, that she’s changed just as many lives as Oliver’s changed hers, that she’s as strong as anyone could hope to be and learned it only from herself? In the moment, she just stares, her mind racing to remind Felicity to believe when everything is broken, to relish the calm after the storm even as she loathes its furious existence; wants to beg her not to let either of them run unless it’s to each other. She wants to show her all the things she Sees – has Seen – how she’ll lose too much but find herself in the end, that she’ll hold her husband’s hand until he’s 86 and she’ll follow shortly thereafter with a smile on her face and peace in her heart because the only place they were ever supposed to be was together; wants to tell her how damn proud she is of all of them. How she’ll cheer when Felicity Smoak stares down every fool that dares cross her path, whether it’s the madman-hellbent-on-revenge du jour or her three-year-old who very clearly got into Oliver’s homemade cookies before bed and is shaking a familiarly curly head in denial even with chocolate chip smeared all over their face; how she’ll be shaking a pipe in celebration as Felicity cuts the ribbon on a building bearing her name, and how she’ll do the same at Oliver’s nonprofit office when it’s time for him to head home for dinner with his wife and family.
She wants to tell her the one thing she wishes she’d heard at her End: it’s all going to be okay.
She doesn’t say that, though, even if it’s true. Because what’s even truer – what’s even more important – is that it’s all going to be worth it.
All of it – the lies, the tears, the tribulations – will pale in comparison to vividity of the triumph. These days are long and hard, but the one thing that has never changed – will never change – is the light inside them. It’s not even just their souls anymore; not just them with each other. It’s a beacon, a road home. It’s a journey and a destination and a beginning and an ending, and it’s the most beautiful thing any of them will ever see.
She doesn’t say much, actually, because there’s just too many things to note. Instead, she follows the heart Felicity helped both her and Oliver realize they’d never lost, and the words that finally come out are instinctual. “No, my love,” she says softly, sweetly, and with a smile even as her heart bursts and breaks at the same time, because the woman in front of her really is remarkable. “It’s not.” She swallows, closes her eyes and reaches out for Felicity’s hand – not because she doesn’t know what’ll happen, but because this is something she needs to remember. “Your work is far from finished, but you’re doing great, great things.”
“I – I don’t understand,” Felicity says, glancing behind her, her body leaning toward Oliver in the same way their souls yearn for each other.
“That’s okay,” she replies. “I know enough for the both of us.”
The moment she touches the blonde, everything snaps back in place, and Felicity bolts upright with one name on her lips; the most important one.
The last one she ever says in the foundry, though, comes years and understandings later, after so much as fallen, but more importantly, has been reclaimed again. There’s a single rose in her weathered hand and an even older newspaper article folded in her pocket.
“Thank you, Millie,” Felicity whispers as she lays the flower on the spot the paper said the woman passed away on, stopping with a smile when the pipes clang noisily one last time.
“No, Felicity,” Millie whispers as she rises Above just as their souls have time and again, “thank you.”)
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ship meme Jayden and Beth
leaves their dirty clothes on the floor:
It was hard to tell who’s clothes belonged to who. Red, greens, and blues clashed with pastel and paisley. Skirts and jeans tossed about being left where they landed. Fabrics of all sorts scattered and making a collage of colour across the dark brown floor that was standard within the dorms of the campus.
“Beth…. Have you seen my green shirt?”
Wha kine?
“The green spaghetti strap. I want to wear it for my date tonight.”
A pause, the shift of an over sized sweater being pulled around tawny slender shoulders.
Nooo…
“Are you lying?”
Nooo…
“Are you lying about lying.”
Mebbe…
A sigh.
“Blue one it is then.”
forgets to run the dish washer:Neat freak. Organized. Dishwasher always running both us stairs and down stairs to keep up with the health standards.
At least that was how it usually was.
But there were times that the Janissary couldn’t be assed to use Forces or Correspondence to poke one stupid button. It was usually after covert missions where she had the hardest time having the will to do much of anything but breathe. During those times she had given Beth permission to make sure that the mountains of leftovers found homes in the bellies of those that needed it most.
On this night however, Jay was not as bad off as she usually was. No, this night she was just tired. Prue was off digging into a rumor to see if it was something that she could deal with at a later date or not. So she had the brownstone to herself. Finally a moment to unwind. To come down from the soul crushing pain that was both inflicted to her prey and that she received herself.
She pulled the dishwasher open, taking a cup from the top rack and poured herself a healthy amount of cold coffee. She reached up and scratched the back of her feeling the grime clinging to her skin. Taking a long pull she immediately turned and spit the mouthful out.
“God… Damnit.” She held back the sudden urge to gag as the taste of dish soap.
“I love her… I love her so much Andy…” Jay whipped the back of her hand across her lips. “One of these days, I might strangle her.”
Though it wasn’t Beth’s fault. She did wash the dishes. She just forgot that the dishwasher was there to make things easier. pumps gas for the car:“Onna d’ese days, I’m gonna do it.” Beth said curling her legs under herself to rearrange the knitting supplies she had brought with her.
“I’ll let you pump gas into the Caddy the day you can see over the wheel kid.” A ball of yarn bounced off the door. Jay couldn’t help but chuckle. With all the powers Beth had it was a miracle she was still the same sweet tiny and innocent soul in the world. Jay was certain that Beth could achieve peace among the others and bring the Wyrm to heel and purify whatever had driven it off the deep end.
There was some mumbling that Jay chose not to make out because they wee already behind their, her, schedule. It was going to be a long drive to the east coast. Sure Jay could have gotten tickets, but there was not enough tranquilizers to put Beth to sleep long enough to fly that distance. Which is why there was a cruise bound for Hawai’i waiting for them in California. drives when they’re going somewhere:
“And then when we get there… Beth are you even listening to me?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm.” That was the moment Jayden pulled over into a parking lot. She knew Beth wasn’t paying attention. That much was obvious by how she was leaned against the passenger door with her chin propped on a delicate palm. Green-hazel eyes were glazed over not yet realizing that they had stopped. Jay reached over and took Beth’s hand in hers, tugging gently.
“Hey Tiny Dancer?”
“Huh?” The Hawaiian turned to look at her best friend over many lifetimes. “Did we stop?”
“Figured we could stretch our legs. And after…” Jay shrugged a shoulder and pulled her hand away leaving the keys in Beth’s hand.
“But ya alw-”
“I’m tired.” She wasn’t. “Not safe for me to be behind the wheel Tiny Dancer.”
A light began burning that settled whatever worry had come over the Janissary.
“Copy d’at Rubba Ducky.”
rearranges the furniture:It was mapped out clearly in her mind. To the point that she could walk around with her eyes closed and not once drop, trip, kick, or stumble over anything. Every item had a place and every item was kept just so. Even when she cleaned. Some called it obsession. Other called it a well maintained lifestyle.
So when Jayden opened the door and dropped her keys to the floor she knew something was wrong. Looking around her living room, pool table, and most of the bedding from her guest and master bedroom was strewn about. Cushions and fabrics lay draped up over each other and her staircase leading up to the master bedroom floor had been turned into a keep of sorts.
“Beth?”
“D’e no be a Beth. Bu’ Lady WiggleWag an’ her fai’ful sworn hound Bitestwice.”
“Don’‘t forget me!”
“An’ Lord Noah of da far off lands to the South.”
“Beth.”
“Have ya tribute ta lay before mah noble feet?”
“Beth!”
“Wha?!”
“Next time, just text me when you plan on babysitting.” Jay shook her head shrugging out of the leather coat she was wearing. Next came the heeled boot. “But if the Lady, Noble Knight, and High guard dog would allow, the council hath sent me, a humble peasant to bring tribute of cake and cocoa.”
There was a moment of muttering, hushed giggles, and the soft bouf of Prue before she was answered.
“Da lord bide ya welcome, stranger. As long as d’ere be ice cream.”
“But of course.”
falls asleep with the TV on:Beth had always had a hard time sleeping. The Sandman kept away from her and when he did come, so did the Night terrors. Which is why Beth was always working strange hours at the hospital. Or going on late night ride alongs with Luc. But on occasion there was a movie night.
And this time, the soft sounds of Beth’s little voice spoke along with Inigo Montoya as he advanced upon the six fingered man. She mimicked his elegant moves with her own hands. Thrust. Parry. Block, slash, parry. Her slender form twisting on the recliner only once nudging the familiar once.
She turned to take Jay’s hand to find the younger woman asleep on the other recliner. one foot thrown over the arm, her head lolled off to the side and one hand still in the mixing bowl of Popcorn and M&Ms.
“Good Night Jay. I mos’ likely kill you in da mornin’.” gets to use the bathroom first:Pulling herself up and out of the chair every joint she had creaked and popped as protest. Shuffling more in the style of a zombie rather then a human being she headed upstairs for the master bathroom. One hand ran through her hair to push it from her face. She could already smell the coffee which meant Prue had set it up before the sleep over ended.
Rounding over the last step she could hear her shower going. A raised brow, a deep frown, and one arm crossing over her chest to scratch the back of her shoulder. The Janissary pushed the door open with a yawn. Sitting on the counter, a toothbrush moving with far more vigor than was humanly possible at this early time of the morning. “Dude, did you even sleep?”
“MMM!!”
“Sorry. Knock first I know. But you’re dressed and a nurse. This isn’t the first time another woman has walked in on you.” “Mmm!” A finger waved way too close to Jay’s face for comfort.
“Alright downstairs it is. But I’ll remember that the next time you have to piss.” Jay moved just fast enough to dodge the tube of toothpaste. But not the bar of soap that came right after. decides the temperature for the ac/heater:“Beth… it is 89 degrees. How can you be cold?”
“Please?”
“Oh.. My Gods okay! Fine!” Jayden flipped the switch for the seats heating coils built into the Cadillac. “Now flip the vents on your side so I can run the AC.”
“But d’at doesn’t..”
“Ah! Tch!” A hand puppet came up from the steering wheel. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m hot. Driver gets control that was the deal.”
“Okay, but ya have any kine blanket?”
A pause. A sigh.
“For the last time… NO!” sets up holiday decorations:When Christmas comes to town
The lights were strung over all the windows. Garland hung from the banister and the pegs for the stair case. Gingerbread wafted through the air. The Polar Express was playing just loud enough that the girls could sing along.
And all the dreams of the children
Flour coated the front of Jay’s apron, while steady hand folded the shortbread batter together. Small feet galumphed around chasing the clicking of sharp nails. The youngest chuckled at the panicked look in betrayed dark eyes.
“Don’t look at me, you promised.”
Once lost will all be found
“Traitor!” A pathetic whine came as the Hawaiian grabbed Prue from behind, with the over sized sweater.
“Gotcha!”
It took several moments for Beth to bend in ways that would have been painful to others to get the familiar into the human made sweater. It was just this side of Ugly Christmas sweater. The soft fabric all hand woven from well kept and happy Angora Rabbits.
That’s all I want when Christmas comes to town
leaves the lights on:Prue panted hard and heavy. She was struggling to stay up right but it was hard to do with a gaping hole that the burglar left as a parting gift. The storm raged outside and had knocked the power out a few minutes before hand. Limping across the wooden floor she collapsed not but three feet from the entrance.
“Jay!” Beth’s voice echoed down the hall from the stairwell. At least that is what Prue assumed as she let out a whine.
“Beth! Hurry! She’s been shot!” Jay all but sobbed as she dropped to her knees and began petting the dog’s head.
“I..”
“Beth please!”
“Get da flashlights!” Jay nodded and turned on her phone’s light. She was speaking in half words and muted cries of heartbreak. Soon she started getting the mag lights to help illuminate the apartment. Soft but firm hands covered in some kind of gloves started prodding at the wound. Prue whimpered and yowled, but was not willing to snap out.
“Jay, ya need for get me some candles.” Beth’s voice was a salve to adrenaline fried nerves.
Minutes, hours it was hard to tell but the power came back on and Both Beth and Jay were sitting on the floor near the couch. Jay’s eyes were bloodshot while Beth’s were sympathetic. Even though all the lights were on, neither moved to turn off the flashlights or put out the candles.
uses the bathroom with the door open:Beth always had the door closed when she went to the bathroom. It was habit. In through the door, turn, close, lock. When she was done it was unlock, open, and leave. Between the Admiral and her brother it was just a habit that had been instilled into her at a young age.
So imagine the heart attach she had the first time that she came back from class to find their shared bathroom wide open. And a nude Jayden backside pointed towards her. One strong leg propped on the bathroom ledge with razor in hand.
“I’m sorry!:
“Oh hey kid. Was wondering where you ran off too. Can you do me a favor and grab me my underwear. I left them on the dresser.”
“I…” Beth learned and then made Jayden promise to never again, leave the bathroom door open after that. fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber):
Beth reached as far as she could while keeping Jayden pinned onto the couch. It would be the best, fastest, and the least amount of explaining needed. Jay however was of the opinion that He was a last resort call. Plus it wasn’t like he wasn’t already there. Watching and waiting for the right moment to interrupt the squabbling.
“I said no.”
“But he’s good.”
“No. I am not letting that happen.”
“But d’ats my phone.” Jay put her hand in Beth’s face to try and push her away.
“Ow! Stop with the biting!”
“Den gimme da phone.”
“No! I’m not calling Clint!”
“Good thing I’m standing right here then. Things would get a little awkward if the pipe keeps leaking and you both fall on the floor. Might give the next person the wrong impression.”
“HOW?!”
“I texted him before ya took my phone.” Beth said with a victorious tone as she gave a sun-bright smile.
This Meme: Accepting.Honorable Mention: @brooklynislandgirl and @multi-mused
#answers from a goat.#Dear Anonymous#Danke Anon!#brooklynislandgirl#Honorable Mention:#multi-mused#Crossing the Streams l Crossover
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The Crown of Shadows Results are in!
“And as the evening comes to a close, it’s time to announce the auction results. Once again, I am Carlton Cartwright and, judging from your bids, I think you all were just as impressed as I was with these impressive contestants and their wonderful dates. But, before we announce the winners and who will be taking home the Crown of Shadows, I want to remind ya’ll of where all of these proceeds are going to. The proceeds of this event are to help the Muttropawlitan keep strays off the streets and to instating a go green initiative around town. From cleaning up Wonderland Park to helping buildings such as All Saint’s Hospital be powered solely by Solar Energy panels, your donations will be a crucial to fixing up the town and, coming in at a whopping $17,205, will be able to not only clean up Wonderland Park and help out the Muttropawlitan, but build a dog park in town, install solar energy panels throughout All Saint’s Hospital, and go towards the funds to build a public pool. Thank you so much for your wonderful contributions and you’ll be sure to see your marvelous contributions come into effect soon. But, now for what you’re all been waiting for-”
Now that you’ve won your charity dates, feel free to play them out on the dash! Please feel free to reach out to your character’s date, plot OOC, and create threads surrounding it. You don’t have to create the date thread right away. So, feel free to take your time with and work together. If you want to wait to have your date thread after the full moon, by all means do that. And last but not least, have fun!! We’re so excited to announce the winners and we hope you are too!
The total amount of money raised from the charity event: $17,205
In Crown of Shadows Tradition, we will be awarding crowns to the top two highest bidders as a thank you for their generous donations. The crowns will bestowed upon them from the past years’ highest bidders and, come the next year, they will have the honor of passing the crowns down to the next winners:
The highest bidder who will win the Crown of Shadows (see image here): Mackenzie Foster
The runner up in highest bidder who will win the Princess tiara (see image here): Olivia Pierce
The Dates/Winners:
1: Amanda & Abby
2: Eliza & Sophie
3: Tae Cho & Juliet
4: James & Evie
5: Noah & Kenzie
6: Caitlin & Julian
7: Natalia & Liv
8: Kelsie & Kai
9: Damien & Astrid
10: Jacen & Carter
11: Rowan & Ella
12: Griffin & Nina
13: Serena & Silas
14: Lia & Jasmine
And in case you forgot what the dates were...
The Date Breakdown/Recap once more:
Contestant #1 is... Amanda Weaver. She is:
Goofy, Energetic, and Adventurous.
She hates asparagus. Vehemently.
She doesn’t want to entirely spoil the surprise, but it will involve shopping and it will involve dinner. In that order.
The winner of this date is... Abby Barnes.
Contestant #2 is... Eliza Holmes. She is:
Kind, Protective, Creative.
She can dance really well, but she only does so in the safety and privacy of their home.
The date would consist of a picnic packed and made by the contestant, near the water, under that old willow tree everyone loves. Then she would enjoy taking you up to the lookout pointe, overlooking the town and the water close by, to enjoy some wine. And perhaps some good conversation under the stars.
The winner of this date is... Sophie Vidales.
Contestant #3 is... Tae Cho. He is:
Outgoing. Lovable. Spicy.
Madame Zeroni once predicted he wouldn’t finish college. ‘She’ was right.
Free dance lessons at Tiptoes, with your choice of salsa dancing or hip-hop. Followed by a picnic dinner under the stars where you can also watch Netflix on his iPad.
The winner of this date is... Juliet Reynolds.
Contestant #4 is... James Armstrong. He is:
Dutiful, Chivalrous, and Trustworthy.
“My dad’s dead, does that count?”
They will take you on a boat ride on the water, departing from the Harbor and making their way to the Falls. There, they will drop anchor and enjoy a pre-packaged meal next to the Falls. Pack a swimsuit if you want to take a dive.
The winner of this date is... Eve Martin.
Contestant #5 is... Noah Armstrong. He is:
Down to Earth, Fun-Loving, Goofy.
‘I can fit my whole fist in my mouth, wanna see?’
This date is a scavenger hunt comprised of recreating popular romcom moments together on a budget. The clues, such as an ode to “She’s the Man” where a present shows up on your doorstep with a wheel of gouda cheese in it, will lead you to your date whom will be hanging off the side of their roof from a bungee cord, wearing a Spiderman costume like in the OC and holding cue cards from the movie “Love Actually”, while a boombox sits below playing “Kiss Me” from Six Pence None the Richer. After finally cutting themselves down, your date will take you into the backyard where a projector will be playing “10 Things I Hate About You” onto a sheet that has been tapped to the side of the building to look like a screen. This contestant, also, would like you to know, that during the movie, popcorn, ring pops, and chocolate covered strawberries will be provided.
The winner of this date is... Mackenzie Foster.
Contestant #6 is... Caitlin Dunmore . She is:
Caring, Dedicated, Passionate.
They can randomly produce facts about certain things. Makes them really good for trivia games.
On this date, you will meet up to have either coffee or dinner than off to a painting class and end the day with ice cream and strolling through the town at dusk.
The winner of this date is... Julian St. Clair.
Contestant #7 is... Natalia Hamilton. She is:
Charismatic, Adventurous, & Dominate.
Can sing rather well & can make up little cheers due to their time as a cheerleader!
On their date, they would love to explore the town & woods while under the moon. After a walk around town, you will then be invited out to one of the many bars and spend the night dancing, eating, and drinking in a private section while enjoying each other’s company.
The winner of this date is... Olivia Pierce.
Contestant #8 is... Kelsie Woods. She is:
Cute, Quiet, & Loving.
They once won a radio call in contest by being the first person who could sing the alphabet backwards.
If you win you can look forward to a picnic at the Falls with all the traditional picnic fixings. You two can eat, swim, and just enjoy a nice summer day.
The winner of this date is... Kai Papoa.
Contestant #9 is... Damien Pierce. He is:
Funny, Charismatic, Charming.
In our high schools production of Grease, I played Danny Zuko.
On our date, they will take you to a water/amusement park in Charlotte with an all access pass to all the rides and a VIP treatment with fast lane upgrades, free meals and a rental of our own cabana to sit and rest until you’re ready to hit the rides again.
The winner of this date is... Astrid Reyes.
Contestant #10 is... Jacen Todd. He is:
Sarcastic, Charming, Witty.
I’m a fan of Karaoke bars and frequent them every week.
On our date, they will take you to the local gun range and if you’re a first timer, teach you how to shoot, if not start up a friendly competition of who can best who on targets. After you’re done, dinner at the restaurant of your choice.
The winner of this date is... Carter Pierce.
Contestant #11 is... Rowan Hartman. She is:
Serious, sweet, loyal.
I’m an expert knife thrower and kick ass at darts.
On our date, they will take you on a sunset cruise on Lake Norman on a private yacht. This date is complete with dinner, a Netflix movie of the bidder’s choice.
The winner of this date is... Ella Bahar.
Contestant #12 is... Griffin West. He is:
Adorable, Funny, and Resourceful.
Scared to death of porcelain dolls.
The date will involve a trip to the arcade, where you can play games, battle it out in laser tag, take a spin around the roller skating rink, or get behind the wheel to race in go-karts. There, you will also enjoy a private, candle lit dinner for two over pizza, nachos, and your choice of soda. Unlimited tokens will be provided, along with a guaranteed prize of your choosing.
The winner of this date is... Nina Skala.
Contestant #13 is... Serena North. She is:
Fun-loving, Adventurous, Independent
They’ve lived in more than 4 different countries.
While most of us have lived in this town forever most of us have taken for granted some of the the treasures that are hidden in this town. The day would be full of exploring them. Starting off with breakfast at The Pie Hole, then move on to the Boathouse where most of the day would be spent out on the water. When the fun in the sun was done the party could move to Level Up! for a quick round of air hockey and dinner. After the sun goes down the excitement begins with Moonlight Zip lining that ends at the Observatory where desert will be waiting.
The winner of this date is... Silas Bahar.
Contestant #14 is... Lia Diaz. She is:
Sweet, Ambitious & Cheerful.
They are ambidextrous.
This date will be a carefree night in. Start out by having fun splatter painting your date’s living room and each other with paint filled balloons. Then, just as the sun is about to set, watch the light stream in through the windows and illuminate your splatter painted work as you enjoy a home cooked meal and a bottle of wine of your choice on a picnic blanket spread out across the floor. Then your date will lead you into the backyard where twinkly lights are set up for a free salsa lesson and a chance to watch the stars.
The winner of this date is... Jasmine Morris.
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Lighthouse
Pairing: Noah x MC x Dan (It Lives In The Woods)
Words: 4162 words
Summary: Stacy gives Noah the advice to tell Her. He figures he will one day, just not today. Soon after, he finds out - he should’ve.
Sneak peek: He just wished it didn’t take him that long to recover from the pain of his sister. He just wished he gave himself a chance at happiness, but here he was alone in a crowded room watching the only girl he love fall for someone else. You should tell her. You’ll regret it. And he did. Alone he felt indeed.
Notes: This short story is really long and just so you know Her is MC (I’m not big in giving my main characters name since I feel like it disconnects the reader from imagining themselves as MC - if that makes sense?). Thank you to @dangerous-capri15 for the request (not entirely sure if this was what you wanted. Apologizes if it isn't!!!). I just really wanted to emphasize the pain Noah feels and how he so desperately wants to tell her, but can’t bring himself to. I also ship MC and Dan together too soo....the scene that they have with each other may or may not be stretched more than I intended it to. This story focuses more on the building of feelings. It’s broken down into different “scenes”, I guess. ALSO, the “sad birds still sing” is a title of a poem book I love to death. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this story. Cheers!
“So you’re not going to tell her, you’re not going to say anything?” Stacy raises her eyebrow. Noah let’s out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.
“No.” He finally manages to say, his words getting lost in the cold winter night. He pulls his denim jacket closer, hoping it would warm the coldness he felt inside. He almost feels regretful for even saying that word, immediately wanting to take it back, but what good would that do right?
Stacy sighs, she presses her lips together, she squints off to the distance. “Well I think you should, Noah. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” She turns to look at him, her eyes are filled with a hint of sadness. A look he couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I think you should.” Stacy places her hand on his shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. She waves him goodbye, pushing herself off the couch and finding her way into the crowd.
And he would’ve told Her. He possibly could’ve If only he at least tried to get his act together, but being with Her seemed like a far fetched dream. Let alone reconnecting with her after the countless times she saw him and made it known she was avoiding him - avoiding him after Jane passed on. He knew her intentions were far from bad, she hadn’t done it on purpose. He knew this. Although, he would be lying if he said it didn’t pain him when he saw her those days. He would be lying if it didn’t kept him awake at night, amongst other things. He tries to not think about her, about them, about the possibilities but everything leads back to Her. It’s always Her.
This time around he promises himself she was different - is different. She won’t hurt him. She apologizes time after time for leaving him hanging, told him that she’s not just “putting up with him” and he swear he catches her staring at him when everyone’s together. She even smiles his way, and he knows there’s something more, or he hopes rather. So why can’t he get himself together and just tell Her?
He figures he’ll tell her the next time he sees her. Today’s just not the day.
The next time he sees her, they have decided to watch a movie. She’s been dying to see the next so called hit, but if he’s being honest he doesn’t really care. He figures as long as she’s there, he doesn’t really mind what they do. Movie or not. God forbid, they could be hiking and he would say he had a great time as long as he knew She was.
He’s waiting outside the theaters, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He sees her in the midst of the passing strangers, she’s wearing a red shirt that clings tightly to her curves, her hair is tied in a high ponytail showcasing her features. He swears he’s only blushing from the heat, but he knows the truth.
“Hey, Noah!” She pulls him into a hug, her scent is nauseating - smelling of lilac and gooseberries. A scent he knows by heart. “Did I make you wait too long? Dan and I was just finishing up our -“
Noah cuts her off, holding his hand out and shaking his head. “It’s fine.” He says, he quickly gestures for them to head inside, cocking his head to the theater. She offers him an apologetic smile and clings to his arm, something about her ankle hurting. He doesn’t mind too much, he even thinks it’s a sign. Today’s the day.
They find their seats near the back, popcorn in one hand and soda in the other. She plops herself down, and soon after puts down the armrest, leaving more space between them. Noah tells himself he doesn’t feel that bad, but god, he feels a bit disappointed.
“You’re going to sit down, or are you going to keep staring at me?” She laughs. If he didn’t like her laugh so much, he would’ve scoff at her face and say a snide remark. But he doesn’t, because it’s Her.
So he bites his tongue.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever” is all he can think of saying because he’s so damn awkward and she’s so damn pretty. He frowns despite himself and sits down besides her.
“Hey,” she leans forward, he can vividly see the different specks of color in her eyes. He gulps hard. “Thanks for inviting me to watch this movie with you. I needed this. School has been so stressful”
He chuckles, he places his hand inside his denim jacket, fighting the urge to tuck the loose strand of hair that falls on her face. “Heh, don’t I know it.” He laughs even harder, looking anywhere but at her. She punches him in the arm, shooting him a playful death glare.
The movie starts soon after, he finds that that their hands accidentally brush against eachother when they both reach in for the popcorn. He blushes quickly after, and mutters a “sorry” to Her. She dismisses him and says “it’s no big deal”. He finds himself hoping that the tips of their fingers can brush again. Any excuse really to get closer. A sign. But they don’t.
The movie ends and quite frankly, he doesn’t recall what really happened. His thoughts were all centered on her. What was she thinking? Did she enjoyed spending time with him?
They make their way to the exit, he notices how her hands are grabbing each of her arm, how she shivers ever so slightly. She’s warming herself and he can’t help but feel a tug on his chest.
Tell her.
He hurriedly catches up with her, he’s a mess and being around her trying to act normal is near to impossible. He quickly removes his jacket, and places them on her shoulders. She quirks an eyebrow. “I-I noticed you were cold.” Noah whispers, scratching the back of his neck. She smiles up at him, and if he could he would take a picture of her now. But he can’t, so he’ll embed it into his mind where it’s safe.
“Thanks, Noah”
“Yeah, uh, no problem” He wistfully says, he wants to tell her more, but words that he desperately wants to say are caught in his throat. He stares at her, debating if he should. “Don’t want you to die from hypothermia” He jokingly says, and immediately regrets it - he probably sounds like a loser. He mentally curses in his head.
She laughs, shaking her head at him. “You’re so weird, Noah” She bites her lower lip, gesturing for him to lean in closer. He feels like an idiot, and he knows his face is turning red from embarrassment. But, he does. He leans in closer. ���That’s a compliment, just so you know”
He pulls away, a wide grin plastered on his face. “You would know, it takes one to know one” He sticks out his tongue and she smirks: she puts on his jacket as soon as they step out of the theater. The cold hitting him at face value. He glances at her, taking in how big the jacket is on her. It suits her, nonetheless. Granted it’s way too big for someone of her height but she looks adorable. Small. Vulnerable. He wants to protect her, after all she’s the only one he‘s ever cared about after Jane died.
Jane.
He hopes she’s finally at peace with herself. He couldn’t bare to know she’s haunted.
“You look good,” He eventually says, she throws him a thumbs up before quickly looping her arm into his. They walk towards his car, their laughter enveloping the night sky. The stars seem to gleam in response. Beckoning him.
Say something.
Maybe he’ll tell her later. Not now. Not when he has the world in his arm. He just wants to enjoy this. Whatever it was.
They’re sitting on the couch, her legs are draped over his, and she talks about how her parents left her once again for an estate opportunity. They’re in the middle of a party that Stacy is hosting, but in the midst of it all - he can only see Her.
He looks at her, trying to find any hint of sadness that lingers in her words when she talks about her parents. There is, so he does what he can do: he reaches forward and gives her a small smile. It’s not much, but he can see how she nods her head in understanding. It pains him to know she’s hurting, but she’s too occupied helping others - she doesn’t have the time to help herself. He wants to say something, but he can’t.
How can he help her when he’s so broken inside?
Noah fiddles with his fingers, his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth, thinking of what to say - anything. “You want to hear a joke?” He finally says, propping his arm onto the pillow, leaning in closer in hopes he’s loud enough to mute the music.
Let her focus on me, he finds himself thinking.
“Sure, I’m always ready for your dad jokes.” She winks at him, throwing her head back in laughter. He frowns.
“Hey! They aren’t that bad.” He argues, he takes a dramatic deep breath. She furrows her eyebrow together, trying her best to keep a straight face. He snickers despite himself. “If looks could kill, you'd be a weapon of mass destruction.”
“That wasn’t a joke.” She scoffs, lightly shoving him. “That was a pick up line. Are you trying to woo me?”
Yeah.
“Pfft, you wish.” He rolls his eyes, fighting back a smile. “Jokes and pick up lines are the same shit. It made you laugh regardless. Mission accomplished.”
“If you wanted to say I looked good, you could’ve just said so without a pick up line” She chuckles, Noah crosses his arm, feeling himself blush.
“Now you’re just fishing for compliments” he mutters, he glances at her. His gaze lingers on her face. His eyes always finding hers. Searching. “You know you’re already pretty.”
She opens her mouth to say something, her eyes holding something between hope and wonder. It’s until Noah sees Him is when he shuts down. She must have noticed his gaze, being that she leans back. She follows his gaze soon after.
Dan.
Star quarterback. Has a bright future. A face that most girls in the school would often talk about. One of the few people who knows Noah’s backstory - one of the few who witnessed it firsthand.
Dan walks over to them, a cup in his hand and he has this big smile on his face. Noah, feels the sudden urge to wipe it off.
Noah doesn’t hate the guy, heck, he really can’t. So why does he feel so uncomfortable around him when she’s present? He looks at her in his peripheral vision, he sees her smiles at Dan. He feels the sudden pressure of her legs no longer present - she has detangled herself from him. Noah feels a sudden drop in his stomach.
“Hey, Dan” He’s the first one to speak, he coughs into his hand. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, just enjoying this” Dan gestures to the room: the strangers dancing in the dance floor, people chatting away. “What brings you here? Figured this wasn’t your ideal scene.” Dan frowns, Noah knows he’s genuinely concerned but god forbid he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone - much less Him.
Noah shrugs. “I figured why not. Loser over here wanted to say hi to Stacy and the others” Noah finds himself pulling her to him, draping his arm loosely on her shoulder. Where did this come from?
“You mind if I steal Her for a bit?” Dan gestures to Her, and Noah feels his jaw clench. He impatiently taps on his foot. Tap. Tap.
“Yeah, sure, of course” Noah weakly smiles, he lets her go reluctantly. He watches Dan reach out his hand out to her, he watches as she slips her hand into his. She grips Noah’s arm softly with her free hand, giving him a squeeze before she too was out of reach.
He watches Dan bend down and whisper something in her ear, earning him a bashful smile in response. She told Noah about Dan, how he was her best friend and how she was so devastated when he closed himself off. When he left her because Dan was finding himself in the midst of the trauma. He notices how her eyes glisten when she talks about Dan and how they’re finally getting along. He tells her he’s happy they are, but in all honesty he just wishes she didn’t talk about Dan to him at all. She says they’re just friends, but he knows that isn’t the truth. Far from it. He sees how she looks at him and how she glows when Dan’s around.
She was slipping out of his grasp.
Out of reach.
So close.
Yet so far.
He didn’t really know when it started. When he started to look at her differently. Granted, he always did like her, but he didn’t know when he started to “like like” her. Feelings and opening up were new to him. It’s not like Noah wanted to distance himself from her either, but it was better if he did. It prevented him from getting hurt and he knew wanting something he couldn’t have would end badly. It always did. He just wished it didn’t take him that long to recover from the pain of his sister. He just wished he gave himself a chance at happiness, but here he was alone in a crowded room watching the only girl he love fall for someone else.
You should tell her. You’ll regret it.
And he did.
Alone he felt indeed.
So, he watches her from afar. A cup in his hand, it’s Dan’s birthday. Everyone’s here: Andy, Ava, Lily, Stacy, Lucas, and most importantly Her. Dan invited Noah too, much to Noah’s surprise.
He remembers how Dan shook his head at him, “you’re like my second family too, you know” he recalls Dan saying as he shoves a invitation card in his hand and tells him he was looking all over school for him. He remembers laughing at Dan and he remembers the pain he felt when Dan mentioned how She knew Noah was going to be there. Her. Noah remembers getting choked up, he really couldn’t hate the guy.
“Hey, thanks for coming, guys!” Dan smiles cheerfully.
“Yeah, yeah, I came here because it’s the only party my dad would allow me to go to without questioning my ass hell and back” Ava yells from across the yard, Dan shakes his head. Noah can’t help but chuckle either. He looks around, everyone looks happy. Content. Peaceful.
Andy is talking casually to Lucas about the fundraiser the basketball team wants to do, with Lucas nodding his head in agreement and saying that they can do it, he just needs to swing it by the principal. Lily is standing in the middle of the yard, showing Ava the bracelet Britney bought her. Ava just bites her lips, fighting back any mean comments to herself.
And then there’s.....Her. She’s standing in between Dan and Stacy, a big smile evident on her face.
Take my heart would you?
He must’ve been staring awfully too long, since she finally looks up from chatting and meets his gaze. She tilts her head to the side, excusing herself from Dan and Stacy. His heart beats a little too fast. She gives Dan a peck on the cheek and heads to Noah.
“You came!” She grins widely, pulling him into a hug. His hand hovers over her back a little too long. She notices and pulls back, a confused look etched on her face. “Everything’s okay?”
He’s torn between telling her, but what difference would it make? He nods his head. “Yeah, uh, just under the weather.” He lies through his teeth, hoping she doesn’t pry too much. She sighs softly, eyes narrowed, pondering. She notices something’s a bit off, but she knows he’ll come around. He has to. “How’s the birthday boy?”
“Dan?” She points her thumbs to the back, a smile returning back to her face. “He’s doing much better. He’s finally talking about his problems, the past” She tiptoes around the subject of Noah’s sister, Jane. She pauses, sighs softly and touches his shoulders. He desperately wants to pull her in and cry in her arms. But he knows he shouldn’t. He can’t.
He smiles weakly, encouraging her to continue. “He’s conditioning for football this week. We made it official yesterday. He invited me out to dinner and-and he’s finally happy, Noah.”
“He’s happy. That’s good” Noah crosses his arm, he holds back the tears. Did time pass by that fast? Was he too over his own head to notice anything? “He has a great support system. You.” Noah can’t help himself, it’s like word vomit at this point. He curses underneath his breath, hating how bitter he sounds.
“You have me too, you know” She holds his hand tenderly in hers, giving him another squeeze.
Good to know.
“I’ll talk to you later okay?” She reassures Him. “I got the birthday boy a birthday cake.” He shoots her a look, and she narrows her eyes.
“Hey, you’re never too old for cake.” She laughs, pointing her finger at him as she shakes her head. She exits through the back gate. Noah feels more alone than he ever did. He sees Stacy looking at him, she smiles at him but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. He hates that she pities him. He hates it even more that he didn’t listen to her advice.
He quickly looks away.
She returns with a big box, placing the cake onto the plastic table. She beckons Dan to come over and he does. Dan’s hands grazes over her lower back, kissing her forehead. Noah feels the urge to look away, but he can’t. Not when she smiles like that and when she looks so happy. He wants to see her happy. It’s what she deserves.
“You shouldn’t have.” Dan grins, he opens the box lid and his smile goes wider. “Thank you, honey.” He pulls her in and whispers in her ear, peppering her face with kisses. She giggles, before lightly shoving him.
Stacy gulps hard, patting Dan and Her shoulders. “Okay Love Birds, you don’t need to shove your low life down our throat.” Stacy chuckles, Noah knows she’s only saying that because of him and he can’t help but feel grateful.
“Make a wish, Dan!” Andy calls out, throwing confetti in the air. Noah can’t help the bittersweet feeling he feels. He’s glad everyone’s finally together, glad he’s slowly managing to cope with the loss of Jane, but he can’t help but feel like he’s losing out on something bigger. Her.
Dan blows out his candles, Noah wonders what in the world he would want, because if it were him - the one thing he would wish for is already standing right in front of him. Dan already has her. Shes leaning her head against Dan shoulder, their hands clasped tightly together.
Noah falls apart.
He comes undone.
If it were him in Dan’s shoes....he wouldn’t have asked for more.
“Oh, wow, uh, you look amazing.” Noah gestures to the dress she wears. It’s prom, and he figures, it’s the last social event he’ll ever need to attend. So, why not just go for the sake of it. She wears a low neckline dress, her hair is neatly done and has butterflies on it. He feels the urge to touch it and say something stupid.
“You think so? Dan suggested it.” She smiles shyly, playing with the necklace on her neck. He nods his head. “You look good yourself, you clean up well!”
“Dance with me?” He scoffs, he has no time for small talk, not when his time with her is constrained. He holds out his hand. She raises her eyebrow, clearly supiscious. When did Noah dance? As if reading her expression, Noah frowns. “I have experience with dancing, don’t look at me all surprised. It makes me feel flustered.” Noah answers, offering his hand out once more, less nervous and more impatient this time around. “Hurry, I might change my mind and leave everyone to gawk at you.”
She smirks, sighing dramatically before slipping her hand into his. “Dan-“ She rises up from her seat. Noah scrunches his nose.
“He asked me if I could dance with you. Apparently Lucas needs help with something. So, you have to settle for me.” Noah snorts, his gaze bores into hers. “So sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.” She smirks, she plants one of her hands onto his shoulder and the other is clasped with his. He tries hard to keep his cool. He tries his best to focus on the steps. One. Two. One. Two. Tries his best to not notice how close she is. How the light captures her face perfectly. One. Two.
“I know I wasn’t vocal about my support for you and Dan” Noah gulps hard, licking his lower lip. “I’m glad he makes you happy. Ju-just promise me you’ll tell me if he breaks your heart.” Noah finds himself saying, he looks down and meets her eyes “I’ll knock his teeth out.”
“You, Noah, are you going to knock Dan?” She narrows her eyes, he playfully rolls his eyes.
“Geez, have some faith in me. You know what I mean.” Noah whispers softly, gently pressing his hand against her back. Closer. He’s closer to her now. “I mean, I highly doubt he’ll break your heart. You fit more of the heartbreaker cliche.”
“Me? How?” She laughs, he twirls her around. One. Two. He reels her in, his face red as their eyes meet.
“I mean, you’re pretty, outspoken, kind, can tolerate bad dad jokes and-you have a killer smile.” Noah mutters. “You probably killed a dozen people with that smile.”
She shakes her head, throws her head back and laughs. “You’re still alive. You’re immune” She jokes back.
“Yeah....alive” He wistfully says. “But seriously, Dan is lucky to have you. I hope he knows that. He’ll have to answer to me otherwise”
“I’ll pass it on, Noah” She sternly says. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you, seriously.”
Neither do I.
“I-l” Noah opens his mouth, he’s unsure of what he’s going to say. If he should say it, but he so desperately wants to.
And then he appears, a bright smile plastered on his face.
“Hey, thanks Noah.” Dan hair is smooth down and he’s wearing a matching teal boutioneere, parallel to Her. “Thanks for looking out for my lady.”
His lady.
He wants to puke.
Noah straightens his back and tries to smiles back, he’s positive, it looks forced but he can’t help but feel conflicted. “Y-yeah, no problem. I’ll just leave you guys to it.” Noah reluctantly let’s go of her hands, the warm enveloping him quickly leaves after.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” She calls out to Noah, hugging him one more time before Dan pulls her away.
He feels his heart break just a bit.
He wonders how he can just stand aside and watch them. They’re so in love. What right does he have to take it away? He holds back the tears, blinking rapidly. It’s too late now. Has it always been that way? Has he been blindlessly thinking there was hope? He watches her from the sidelines, watches how she leans into Dan and how he leans into her. Despite a part of him always longing and wishing he could turn back time to confess, he knows she’s in good hands. That’s all he ever wanted. Noah just hopes she stays happy. Regardless of how lonely and how sad that makes him.
Sad birds can still sing.
“You doing okay?” Stacy pats his back, she peers into his chocolate brown eyes. He inhales sharply.
“Yeah. Sure.” He offers Stacy a weak smile.
“I’m sorry about....what happened.” Stacy frowns, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I seen the way Dan looked at her. It-it was bound to happen. I was rooting for you, you know.”
And he was rooting for Them too. Him and Her.
It just wasn’t meant to be.
“It all worked out in the end, Stacy. It’s fine. She’s happy.” He searches for her in the crowd and finds her. He always finds her. He just wished looking at her didn’t hurt too much. “I-I’m happy for her.”
And he was. He always will be.
She was his lighthouse. The fire and love he had for her would always be ignited.
Guiding him back to her.
Always.
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I Want You Here - Allison Argent
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An ache, so deep, that I can hardly breathe;
This pain can’t be imagined
Will it ever heal?
“y/n, y/n we gotta go!” A begging Scott.
“y/n please! Please just get up we have to!” A crying Lydia.
“We have to go, if we stay the police will be here any minute!” A pleading Kira.
But you couldn’t move, you couldn’t blink, you couldn’t look at your friends, you couldn’t breathe. How could you even think about moving an inch, that would involve leaving the only girl you ever loved, the only one who ever loved you back, behind. For good. Your eyes were downcast, wide, wet, and staring at her cold and rigid form. Her face paled, besides her dark lashes, and red blood covered lips. There were a few tears on her whitened cheeks, some hers, some yours.
“We gotta go! y/n it’s time to go!” Scott yanked on you now, your girlfriend’s father taking the girl from your arms. His own cries as he stared down t his only daughter, and the only family he had left. You couldn’t fight against Scott’s strength so you just fell limp in his arms.
“Allison” Was all you whimpered out weakly as he whisked you and the others to Stiles’ jeep.
Your hand so small
held a strand of my hair
so strong
all i could do was keep believing
was this enough?
She giggled next to you, both of you snuggled together on the sofa as you watched the film. Sure, a ‘dream first date’ wasn’t usually bing in pajamas and watching old movies while eating junk and popcorn, but you’d known the girl nearly your whole life, so it didn’t really feel like a first date. You looked down at her, her head resting atop your shoulder as her eyes sleepily watched the film.
“I could sit like this forever you know” She said, an arm folding up on your chest, her elbow resting on your leg while her fingers found your hair, cascaded over your shoulders.
“Mm” You hummed, your head lying against hers. “I know” You murmured back, and you felt her lips pull into a big smile.
“It’s nice” She added quietly, and just nuzzled more into your body. You pulled the blanket that you had off of you, and more over top of her. “I waited a long time for it”
“I did too” You admitted, not really paying attention to the movie anymore, but your gaze still on the screen. “But it was worth it” The girl smiled again, and reached her open hand, the one not playing with your locks of hair, and intertwined your fingers with hers. This drew your eyesight to your hands rather the tv.
“Indeed it was, Allison”
I wanna scream is this a dream?
How could this happen
Happen to me?
This isn’t fair
This nightmare
This kind of torture
I just can’t bear
You sat at the Sheriff’s station, body shaking from the cold and trauma. You couldn’t really think straight. Scott and Lydia was next to you on one side, Isaac on the other. Lydia was leaning against Stiles, who was sat on the end, her empty hand held tightly in Scott’s. No one touched you. Maybe because they knew better, knew that you weren’t at the stage of closure, hell, you’d barely been in the stages of grieving at all. You’d say you denied it, that she was still there with you, but you didn’t even know how to be in denial, when you barely understood anything happening.
I want you here
“It’s okay, y/n” The Sheriff said when you walked into his office. “I want you to know that right now, anything you say, is completely off the books, it’s just you and me” The man was like a father to you. No.. maybe an Uncle. Basically he was family when your family couldn’t be. Before the Argent’s, the Stilinski couch was a home sweet home sign to you. You nodded your head, and sat down at the seat across from his desk.
You weren’t even planning on speaking, but suddenly it all came out. From the beginning of the night, you and her giving each other a mini pep talk about safety, and to yell the second either of you needed help. Even if it was for the smallest thing. This was common, whenever anything dangerous and supernaturally involved happened, you reassured each other. But what was different, was that it had ended with you telling her that you loved her. A word you hadn’t used with one another yet. Oni had showed up before she could say anything in return to you on the subject.
I waited for so long for you to come
Then you were here
And now you’re gone
I was not prepared for you to leave me oh this is misery
You told Sheriff Noah how you’d only looked away from her for a second, one tiny moment, a glimpse away. But when you’d fought off the Oni attacking you, and turned to look at your girlfriend, it was too late. There was already a blade piercing through her abdomen, and your whole world came crashing down in a matter of seconds.
Are you still there?
You didn’t even shed a tear through your entire story, any tears you had left had been splattered over her clothing as you’d pleaded with her to stay strong. You begged and cried elfishly, telling her you didn’t know how to go one without her, that she was your purpose, your anchor. But she’d shaken her head, and told you that you needed to find a way, because she believed you needed to be happy.
“Find someone new, you will”
“I can’t-”
“You can, y/n. I love you, I love you so much”
“I love you too…”
“Then move on and be happy… please?” You couldn’t stop shaking her head at you.
“You make me happy, you’re the only person who will ever make me happy” She’d smiled, just barely, but you saw it.
“I love you, y/n”
“No Allison, please, please don’t, please” But it was already too late. You gathered her close in your arms, sobbing and screaming, as her hand fell to the ground. “But.. but I loved you”
I wanna scream is this a dream?
How could this happen
Happen to me?
This isn’t fair
This nightmare
This kind of torture
I just can’t bear
When you finished your story, you just stared blankly at the desk. The Sheriff stood, in silence, and offered you a box of tissues, but you shook your head. The man set the box back down, but not before noticing your hands in your lap, fists in tight balls, nails digging into the skin of your palms. He almost said something, in fact his mouth was opening to say something, but you’d already stood abruptly and walked out of the room. Scott stood, walking near you. His arms were out just a little, and when you’d registered that he wanted to hug you, you pushed past him, and left the building. You didn’t want some shitty pity hug.
I want you here
You wanted her.
God help me…
God help me…
Breathe…
You walked in the cold midnight hour, hands still in tight fists shoved into the pockets of your bloodied jacket. Not all of the red substance being yours. Some of your friends, some of the monsters, some of-
You went to the only place you felt you could release your anger, your sadness and pain. The one place that was a safe spot for you and-
You sat at the Beacon Hills Preserve, right up on the edge of the overlook. Your legs swung over the cliff, a fifty foot drop below you. At one point in your life the height scared you, but you felt too numb to care about silly fears now. Seeing that your worst one had come true when the love of your life-
You screamed, you screamed curses, words you’d never used before in your life. You ran and stomped over the small area. You ripped the flowers out of the ground, her favorites. You crumpled them in your hands, accidentally holding them too tight, then throwing them off of the cliff, and watching them fall, still screaming about how fucking ugly they were without her holding them. Then went back to kicking at threes, kicking up dirt, yanking on your hair as you screamed and screeched for anything. Swearing, asking for God, asking for-
I wanna scream is this a dream?
How could this happen
Happen to me?
This isn’t fair
This nightmare
This kind of torture
I just can’t bear
I want you here
I want you here
I want you here
I want you here
The sad thing about this all, is that you were depressed long before the events that had unfolded tonight. But it never got this bad. Because you had a cure. No, not the pretty pink pills in a bottle you took twice a day. But your medication came in a tall brunette with round mocha eyes. Your medication came in sweet random kisses. Your medication came in dates to diners and old films. Your medication came in soft hands holding yours. Your medication came in whispers of forever while wrapped in white sheets. Your medication came in banter all day long but promises of care. Your medication came in driving around late at night with a blasting radio and loud but fun karaoke.
Your medication your happiness came in Allison Marie Argent.
An ache so deep
That i can hardly breathe
And it always would.
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Mended. Chapter 14.
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Hi, I really want to dye my hair pink, but I’m too afraid so I’m living vicariously through Ari.
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Ari’s point of view
I thought about calling in to work the next morning but realized that was ridiculous. My eyes were burning when I woke up and my mouth was so dry my tongue felt like sandpaper. I forced myself to get up and pull myself together, hiding all the proof that I had a breakdown last night with makeup. As I was doing my hair, I had the sudden epiphany that it was too boring. I wanted to do something drastic and that meant changing my hair somehow because I was too young to get a piercing or a tattoo by myself, but I could buy hair dye.
I didn’t have to be at work until two this afternoon, giving me more than enough time to run to the drug store. I pulled on a pair of sandals and ran downstairs, grabbing an apple before getting in my car. I drove to the nearest city and found a Sally’s, grabbing a box of pastel pink hair dye. I was about to do something drastic and a surge of excitement coursed through me.
When I got back home, I found Freddie sitting at the bar in our kitchen and mom painting the walls. I said hi to both of them before running upstairs to my room. I changed into an old t-shirt and went into my bathroom, reading the instructions on the box. I applied the dye as it said and went to my room to wait it out, killing time before I had to wash it out.
The alarm I set on my phone went off and I hurried back into the bathroom. I got in the shower and watched the pink go down the drain as I washed it. When the water finally ran clear, I washed my body and got back out. I pulled on my work shirt before going to dry it; the color was so freakin’ pretty! I loved it and was so happy I did it!
I did my full makeup and curled my hair, giggling every time I saw the color. I was never this person, I never made spontaneous decisions; I always thought everything out. It felt really nice to not have to worry over it, just jump in and hope I float. It was also a really good distraction.
My mom did a double take when I walked downstairs. “Oh, that color looks good. It’s not the one you had last night, but it’s a good look. Are you feeling any better?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I didn't want to be blond anymore, I wanted to be something different. And I haven’t really thought about the situation since I dyed my hair, and I don’t really want to right now. I’ll deal with it when I get to work and she’s there.”
She hugged me and wished me luck before sending me out into the world. My mother was always so cool about stuff like this, she never made it a big deal. The hair dye was permanent, but that didn’t mean it would be this color forever. I knew kids in school who had a different hair color every week, it faded and your natural hair made a reappearance. This would hopefully last as long as I felt the way I did and then fade when I was over it.
I sat in the parking lot staring at her car for almost five full minutes, trying to force myself to go inside. When I realized I was going to be late if I didn’t leave now, I got out and marched into the building. I wasn’t my usually bubbly self, I kept my head down and did what I was supposed it. I was on snack bar today so I filled popcorn, handed out candy, and made drinks robotically. It was crazy that just seeing her car made my mood shift so drastically, but I guess it made things real again.
Maybe I’d jumped to conclusions last night, I didn’t even really give her time to explain things. My feelings were hurt that she’d lied to me and I closed myself off immediately. Then again, she did promise to never lie to me or hurt me like Delia did. I was so in my head, I didn’t even notice her come in and let Mandi take her break.
“Hi,” she said, and I could feel her eyes on me. “I really like your hair.”
I reached up and touched it self-consciously. “Oh, thanks. I did it this morning before work.”
We went back to our jobs without talking and it was suffocating. I felt like I couldn’t get enough air, but I refused to have a panic attack in the middle of shoveling popcorn. I needed to get ahold of myself, this was getting ridiculous. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw my break was in fifteen minutes, I could hold myself together until five o’clock.
“Hey, when’s your break?” I asked Audrey during a lull in customers. “I want to talk to you about last night.”
“It’s a five, we have the same shift today,” she replied, her voice devoid of all emotions.
Audrey didn’t like emotions, she was trying her best to completely ignore anything she was feeling. I knew how she was, but it still made my stomach fall to my knees. It felt like she wasn’t even going to fight for our relationship, she was just going to let me break it off. I knew it was selfish, but I wanted her to fight for me.
“You could at least act like you’re hurt, you know?” I whispered to her as I loaded a large popcorn container. “I’m not doing this for kicks, my heart is actually pretty fucking broken right now and you don’t even seem to care.”
She blew a breath through her nose before flashing her eyes over to me. “Are you serious? You walk away from me and then tell me I’m not feeling the way I should. You broke your own heart, Ari, and then refused to let me fix it.”
We were still talking in hushed whispers, but it felt like she was yelling. “Don’t make it seem like this is my fault! You’re the one who messed up.”
“Ladies, maybe you should take your break now,” Rob said, coming behind the counter to the two of us. “Preferably outside where customers can’t hear you.”
“Gladly,” Audrey spat, tearing off her apron and stalking away from the snack bar.
I took a deep breath and took off my apron, handing it to the girl relieving me and headed out to my car. Audrey was already leaning against the side of it, waiting for me. I unlocked the doors and the two of us got in, neither of us wanting to break the silence.
“Are you serious? You couldn’t stop yelling at me inside, but you don’t have a word to say now? That’s great, wonderful really,” I told her, a snarky laugh leaving my lips as I glared out the windshield.
“What do you want me to say, Ari? It seems like you’ve already made up your mind about me,” she replied, tossing her hands in the air. “I really like you and want to be with you, but you never let me explain myself.”
“I’m right here with thirty minutes free,” I told her, turning my body until it was facing hers with my arms crossed over my chest.
“I told you I was lonely, but it was so much more than that. Emma and I were best friends for our entire lives, she was who helped me get through my mother dying and my dad’s meltdown after it happened. Then, out of the blue, she started dating Will Belmont, a popular guy who played basketball. She became friends with all his friends who hated me, so even when she invited me to hang out with them I said no,” she explained, her eyes never leaving mine. “Then the murders started happening as soon Piper came to town, but I didn’t make the connection because I didn’t want to. I ended up reconnecting with Emma and brought Noah along, things started to feel like they used to. Then Rachel died and I felt alone again.
“If it wasn’t for Emma and Noah, I don’t know what would have happened. Then Will died and Emma felt the way I did, but we had each other to lean on,” she continued. “I swear I didn't know Piper was the one killing everyone, if I would have known, I would’ve done something.”
That was a lot to take in, but it all made sense. She was heartbreakingly lonely and I knew what that felt like. Even if I had my mom and Freddie, I felt totally by myself after Delia and I broke up. I was starting to see things like she did and guilt settled on my chest.
“I’m sorry I didn't let you explain yourself,” I told her lamely. “I’m just afraid of getting hurt again so I’m really fast to jump the gun in relationships and end them. Sort of like breaking their heart before they can break mine, even if that’s demented.”
Her hand found mine and she brought it up to her lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it reassuringly. “I’m not done, I haven’t told you the worst part yet. I hope you’re still as understanding and forgiving.”
I nodded and held her hand tighter, hopefully reassuring her that I was going to be here. I also hoped I was still going to be here after what she said. I really liked her, too, and didn’t want to break up. No matter what I told her in the heat of the moment last night.
“Piper tried to kill Emma and I was there and ended up shooting her,” she told me. “We thought everything was going to go back to normal after that, but the killings kept happening. We had another friend named Jake, he was Brooke’s boyfriend, and he was killed. The person who did it lured me into a storage container where I found his body with different screenshots of the texts I’d sent to Piper pinned to him.
“I freaked and started taking the screenshots off, hoping no one else had seen them because I was still trying so hard to keep everything a secret. I should’ve known there’d be a camera or something like that in the building, but I didn’t until the killer sent me a GIF of me taking them,” she said. “So, I ended up telling Noah what I’d done and everyone found out. For a while it was terrible and they all hated me, but eventually things worked out and we found out the other killer was actually Emma’s boyfriend.”
My heart hurt for her, she really was just continuously in the wrong place at the wrong time. I released her hand and levered my seat back as far as it would go before gesturing to her to come over. She crossed the console with only minor awkwardness and placed herself on my lap so I could wrap my arms around her middle. One of her hands held the side of my neck with her thumb rubbing over the base of my jaw affectionately.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against hers. “I am so sorry.”
She shook her head and I saw her eyes slide closed, her breathing slowed and she hummed in happiness. “It’s not your fault, I did lie to you. I swear I didn’t do it to hurt you, I just didn’t know how to tell you all of that without scaring you away.”
“I get that, but I want you to know you can tell me anything,” I replied, leaning forward and brushing my nose against hers affectionately. “I’m not going anywhere as long as you’re honest with me. You’d be amazed at what I can handle.”
To prove my point, I moved my arms from around her waist so my hands could squeeze her ass. She let out a surprised squeak that made me laugh, my head falling back against the car seat.
“You are so damn cute,” I sighed, looking at her happily. “Even if you think it’s going to hurt me, I want you to tell me the truth and I promise to do the same.”
She didn’t say anything, she just nodded her head before tilting it and pressing her lips to mine. It was a small kiss, nothing serious or intense, just sweet and content.
The weight on my chest lifted as her fingers delicately traced the lines on my face. We still had about fifteen minutes, and we were going to spend it exactly like this.
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A Trick...or...Two ~Freaky February~ (N.F)
Prompt: A smut with Noah Foster from Scream
Pairing: Noah x Reader
Word Count: 1.k
Warning: I've never written with Noah, nor have I played written with him so this was kind of hard but a lot and I mean a lot of fun!
"Bi-curious, the virgin, and, I don't have a cool nickname." Noha laughed as he popped a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth.
"You think "the virgin" is a cool nickname?" I shrug, stealing a few pieces of popcorn,
"It's cool because I don't have a nickname," Noah smirked,
"Yeah, well, I guess, I mean it'd be even cooler if I weren't a virgin." I stop and choke on the sip of water I had taken,
"Dude, then have sex." Noah nodded, and I just waited for the smart ass remark that would be coming next,
"Yeah, I'll just go out and have sex, it's so easy, you know what, I'll just ask the nearest girl. Y/N, do you want to sleep with me?" He was in on one and I could tell it was just part of the smartass ruse, but Noah was attractive and I was his best friend and it'd be an honor to take his virginity.
"Yeah." Noah stared at me, eyes wide, "I actually would." I smile, running my tongue over my bottom lip, shrugging when Noah just continued to stare at me, "Oh, were you really just joking? I mean, I'd have sex with you, dude, would you have sex with me?" Noah just continued to stare, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"I mean, yeah, yeah, yes, I would, I would, I would love to have the sex, I'd like to sleep, yes." I watched him, smiling at how adorably awkward he was,
I moved up the bed, placing my hands gingerly on each side of his face, "I want your first time to be special so please tell me if I'm moving too fast, or if you want to stop." I looked him in the eyes and he nodded, "Okay." I took a deep breath and gently pushed my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms snaking around my waist. I push him on his back, and I hovered over him, our lips still connected, a hand on each side of his head. I pulled away, breathlessly laughing at his flustered cheeks,
"Y/N are you sure you want to do this?"I lean down, pressing my lips to his again, grinding my pelvis down into his, earning soft whimpers. I lean up, pulling my over-sized hoodie over my head, throwing it onto the floor. I kept my bra on,
"Unhook it," I challenge Noah and he reaches up behind me, nimble fingers working at my bra, fingers shaking, "Noah, calm down, we're not professional pornstars, it doesn't need to be quick, breath." Noah takes a deep breath and then continues to unhook my bra, when he finally gets it I smile, and fully sit up, taking it off and throwing it to the floor also. Noah stares u at me, hands awkwardly on his chest, "Play with them, Noah." Noah reached up, his hands groping my boobs, thumbs running over the nubs. I shiver, "Nice move, Foster." Noah smiled,
"Learned it from a, a, a nude movie I watched." I shrug,
"I've learned a few tricks from nude movies too." I smile as I instruct him to sit up so I pull his shirt off, "A few nice tricks, I'll show you them later if you're interested." Noah nodded and moved his hands from my boobs to undo his pants, "Noah, relax, I got this."I scoot down, pulling his pants down as best I could before I let him kick them off with his feet, I could see the clear bulge in his briefs and I was more than eager to see what was under them,
"Now you're far too overdressed for this." I roll to the side, pulling my skirt off, leaving my panties on, "Hold on now, take those off too, I'll take mine off..." I laugh, pulling my panties off as Noah pulls his underwear off, leaving us both completely naked, "Do you want me to be on top?" Noah asked as he looked over at me, eyebrows raised,
"I actually want to show you one of those tricks I learned from one of those nude movies, do you mind if I'm on top?" Noah shook his head, quickly,
"No, no I don't go right ahead." I smiled and swung a leg over him, placing my hands on his chest as he grabbed the base of his cock, which was actually pretty big for a guy so skinny and small, "Go ahead, show me." I smiled as I sunk down onto his cock until he was completely inside of me. I hung my head, mouth dropped at the feeling of his cock filling me.
"Noah, you're fucking huge." I laugh and he smiles, laughing nervously. I begin to move, slowly, watching Noah's face, I rotated my hips, my walls clenching,
"God, that, that is a trick." I smile and Noah moves his hands to my hips before flipping us over, grabbing my leg and wrapping it around his waist, "Keep doing that clenching thing." Noah moaned burying his face in my neck, I ran my nails down his back, clenching my walls around his cock as he more than expertly thrusting in and out of me,
"Fuck. Would these happen to be one of the tricks you learned?" Noah laughed, teeth nibbling at my collarbone, his thumb rubbing at my clit, the tip of his cock hitting my g-spot. I moaned, my tongue licking the shell of his ear, as I came around his cock, clenching as tight as I could. Noah pulled out, cumming shortly after I did, his cum falling onto my lower stomach, it was so warm, I reached down and dipped my finger in it before popping it into my mouth, "Honestly...that is the best orgasm I've had in, well that's the best orgasm I've had." Noah laughed as he jumped off the bed, apologizing for the mess he made he wiped it off with the tissues he grabbed and tossed them into the trash,
"Not so bad, for a virgin, yeah?" Noah smiled, “And also, confession, I actually learned to do that from Phantasm II.”I laughed and threw apillow at him, “There are so many more things, I learned.”
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Moving On
Hi y'all! Here's a short story I wrote for a creative writing class. It's about love and heartbreak (and love again).
TW// DRUGS
"...will you marry me?"
The words slowly drift to Abby's ears and comprehend. Did he just — ? What? Minutes before, they had been sitting at the kitchen table, eating dinner together, and now there's a beautiful ring shining in the kitchen lamplight. Noah, her boyfriend (fiance?) kneels on the floor in front of her. He'd been talking about kids and asked for her ring size. She's an idiot for not seeing this coming.
She hesitates though. Are they ready for this? Is she? They've been dating for the past two years and already live together. All that's left is the marriage license, right? Noah's treated her well. He challenges her to be better. He hasn't left yet. She was a mess when they first met, but he never left. She hates how it sounds like a Hallmark movie. She loves it at the same time. How many people get to live a Hallmark movie? Noah taught her what a good partner can look like. Erik never did that. All Erik taught her was heartbreak. Noah's been good to her. They work well together.
She looks down at Noah's smile, the ring, his position on the kitchen floor. She glances around at the photos of them hanging on the walls, their mugs still out on the counter from this morning. This is right.
Inhale. Exhale. "Yes."
**
"Just go out with him! What harm could it do?" Imogen says. She's sitting beside Abby on their gray, fraying couch in their two bedroom apartment, one leg thrown over the armrest.
Abby leans back on the couch. "I don't know. He seems like a dick."
"So what? If he is, then drop him. I'll even beat him up for you if ya want." Imogen says this with her signature don't-fuck-with-me smile. She snatches Abby's ice cream and a scoop of mint chocolate chip disappears into her mouth.
"Rude," Abby says, taking the bowl back. "I don't want to date right now." Abby's been avoiding dating for the past few months. She wants to focus on work, or at least that's what she tells herself. Her sighs when she's caught staring too long at a couple in public though never go unnoticed by Imogen.
"Lies. You were whining about finding a new relationship last week. You can keep deflecting all you want, but I have a counter-argument for every lame excuse you'll come up with." Imogen takes the ice cream back and finishes the remaining few bites. Abby scowls instead of responding. She was a different person last week.
"Okay, I'll text him for you," Imogen says, grabbing Abby's phone off the coffee table.
Abby lunges for the phone and topples off the couch in her haste. Imogen is faster and sprints out of the living room to the kitchen.
"Unfair!" Abby exclaims to Imogen's retreating back. After a few moments, Imogen re-emerges in the living room.
"He'll pick you up tomorrow at 7."
**
Warm air and the smell of buttered popcorn greet Abby when Erik pulls the theater doors open. Not bad for a first date. Overused, but not bad. She only came because of Imogen anyway. She can sit through a movie and small talk over dinner, then gently turn him down. She can do that. She'll tell Imogen there wasn't any chemistry. The end.
Throughout the movie, Erik doesn't do anything weird like try to hold Abby's hand or do the lame yawn arm stretch. He just watches the movie, occasionally plucking popcorn from their shared bucket. During the funny moments, he laughs with everyone else. His laugh sounds like a low chuckle. Abby's never met anyone who can truly chuckle. He can do it though. Afterwards, they end up at Applebee's. Erik lets Abby order her own food and doesn't make any offhand comments about it. She's pleasantly surprised by this. He talked about his high school football career on his dating profile. Her past experiences with guys who still talked about high school football hadn't ended as well. He doesn't talk about football though. He asks questions about her. She doesn't turn him down at the end of the night.
**
"Okay, it went better than I thought it would," Abby says.
Imogen had been waiting for her after the date. A huge canvas laid on the living room with Imogen sitting criss-cross on the floor in front of it. Her hair tied up in a bun, strands falling out in the back. A smear of green paint on her cheek. It's not the first time Abby's walked home to Imogen painting on the floor. She's been in a few exhibitions, but her painting career hasn't fully taken off yet. Abby sees a palm tree forming on the canvas. She hopes it brings Imogen luck.
"You're welcome," Imogen says. She washes her brush and then stands up. "Are you going to see him again?"
"Sure. He invited me to lunch."
"Lunch? That could be fun," Imogen says.
"Yeah," Abby says. She walks carefully around the canvas to the hallway that leads to her room. She drops her purse on the dresser and then turns to see Imogen leaning in the doorway.
"Are you good?" she asks.
"Yeah, yeah. I just hadn't expected it to go so well," Abby says.
"But it's good?"
"Of course. I was sure I was going to turn him down and then I didn't. It's surreal I guess," Abby says. After a pause she continues, "I'm being silly. Let's just go to bed."
"Okay," Imogen says, but she lingers in the doorway for another minute. "You can still turn him down," she says and then disappears back into the hallway.
Abby sighs. She knows. She knows. Erik was nice though and he seemed to care about her. She wants to give it a chance.
**
Abby walks into Erik's apartment that she slowly invaded and called her own too. There's plastic cups littering the floor and dirty dishes sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Why can't he ever clean up after he invites guests over? Why does it feel like Abby comes home to this almost every day now? It's tiring. She's barely seen Erik alone the past month. She bends down and begins cleaning up the cups. After taking the trash out she sits on the couch and flips the TV on. None of the channels will come in though. The cable must've been canceled. It's enough.
She grabs her books off the bookshelf and doesn't care when some of them topple to the ground. In her haste, she knocks magazines off an end table. She doesn't care. In the bathroom, she grabs her shampoo, knocking others into the tub. She grabs her toothbrush and swings the medicine cabinet open to retrieve her makeup. Erik's muscle relaxants fall out and spill into the sink. She moves on to the bedroom next, tripping over clothes already scattered on the ground. She drags her suitcase out from under the bed and tosses it open. She hears the door open when she's half done with packing.
Erik enters the apartment. It's trashed. Different than before. Books that were once neatly organized on the shelf are falling over and half on the ground. Magazines lay open on the ground, their pages curled. The TV hums with only snow flashing on the screen. He trips over a pair of jeans outside the bathroom and sees his pills open in the sink. He hears a thump from the bedroom.
Erik walks into the bedroom, careful not to step on too many things. He swings the door open to see Abby by the dresser tossing clothes out. There's a suitcase open on the bed already half full of clothes. Another suitcase leans against the wall. Abby doesn't look up when he enters the room. She walks past him to the closet. She yanks a few items down and throws them towards the suitcase on the bed.
"Really?" Erik says. He doesn't know what brought this on. Why is she mad?
Glaring at him, she shoves another dress into the suitcase. She collects the remaining clothes on the bed and places them in the suitcase before zipping it shut. Erik stands in front of her after she hefts the suitcase off the bed and begins to walk out.
"Can't we talk about it?"
"We already did." They really didn't.
"This isn't talking." Why is she leaving?
"I've said what I need to. Erik, move." I can't do this anymore.
"I love you."
Please, don't say that. It's already hard enough. "I don't believe that anymore." Let me go.
"Please."
Abby shoves past him and grabs the second suitcase. "Don't follow me."
**
The coffee shop only has a few people sitting inside, typing away on their laptops. Abby deeply inhales the scent of coffee and fresh baked pastries. She orders her usual Chai tea and decides to also get a banana muffin. She checks her email while she waits for the tea. Someone else walks in and orders a black coffee. They stand next to her to wait.
"It's a nice day," they say.
Abby nods. "Sure."
"I don't mean to be forward, but are you busy right now?"
Abby looks up at the person beside her. Shaggy brown hair just long enough he has to swipe it out of his green eyes. He's wearing a long black coat made of some sort of wool material over a white button up shirt and dress pants. Sort of cute.
"Why?"
He smiles. Definitely cute. "I'd like to get to know you."
Not to be forward? Ha. But whatever. Might as well.
"I'm not busy."
The barista brings their drinks out. The guy grabs his and hands Abby's to her. Then he gestures towards one of the tables by the window. Abby follows him over and sits across from him.
"I'm Noah."
"Abby."
**
He shouldn't be doing this. He knows he shouldn't and he can't stop. It's been almost six months since he last indulged. That's good progress. He can have this. If he doesn this then maybe he can sleep tonight. Maybe he can finally move on. This isn't moving on. He knows that. The words still haunt him though. Don't follow me.
Surrounded by darkness with only the blue of his laptop illuminating his face, Erik opens Facebook. He only has to type a letter before her profile comes up. He scrolls through her recent posts. It's mostly mundane updates from work and cute animal videos. He pauses when he reaches a post with a photo attachment. She's standing with him, Noah, and they're smiling, hands raised to their chests. Silver bands gleam on their fourth fingers. Oh. Oh.
Abby Hayes Oct 23rd, 2017
I said yes!!! [photo attachment]
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He should’ve seen that coming. He should be happy for her. He is happy for her. She deserves this. He is happy for her
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