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Saturday Stuffing

As he parked his rickety car hastily in the crowded car park, Caleb’s belly growled in anticipation. He always looked forward to Saturday, waking up feeling hungrier than ever till his favorite day.

The Saturday before was a huge disappointment. With his company forcing him to work overtime at the boring career fair, he had to break his routine unwillingly. The rest of the week was marked by duller days he couldn’t bear. It was time for his reward.

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Uni AU: You are Hot (Classes)

I don’t like this very much, but exams are so stressful and it’s really affecting me … someone just talk to me about anything 

The university was big, so you weren’t expecting to run into that annoying frat boy Mendes again, and if you were that unlucky anyway you were certain that it would never happen in the classes or lectures. 

But oh you were wrong.

It so happened that just a few days after your special encounter, you had taken a seat with your friend in the first class of Thursday mornings when the door was opened by a loud group of people entering all at once. You didn’t pay much attention at that time but suddenly while the group passed you on the second row so they could get a seat at the back, a pair of hands placed themselves right on your desk and a figure was leaning in towards you.
In confusion, you looked up and met the face of the devil himself. “Hello sweetheart” He winked at you but when you just responded with an eye roll he chuckled and moved on to sit. You expected him to sit in the back with the rest of the group, some of them even yelled his name out, but he chose to sit in the row just behind you. He coughed a few times but you didn’t pay him any attention. Your friend nudged you and sent you a secretive smirk and you knew she was getting stupid thoughts. You couldn’t even stand that Mendes boy, no way that she was going to think there was any possibility of you being interested in him. You sent her a glare and turned to the lecturer.
It was a normal lecture, you knew this was an important one because you had to turn in a project in a few weeks. So the classroom was filled up with a lot more students today than other days. “Hey, you think we can do the project together?” Your friend whispered to you and you shrugged.
“I think he mentioned something about groups and not just pairs.” You went back to listening to the lecturer but then suddenly a piece of paper hit you in the back of the head. You turned your head around and saw Shawn with a big grin on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes. “What?” He didn’t respond but pretended to take notes from the lecturer’s speech.
“You are so annoying.” You turned around again and looked at the paper ball on your desk. You hesitated for a second but then you decided to just open it, in case he had written something inside of it. And you were right because in bold letters three words were written

you are hot

Your friend giggled at the note but you didn’t find it amusing. He was acting like such a douchebag and it irritated you. “Seriously” you whispered under your breath “immature.” The lecturer interrupted your thoughts when he announced that the project was supposed to be developed in groups. Minimum members were four people but you and (y/f/n) only knew one other person in this class.
“Hey, girls,” it was Caleb, your ex, and really good friend. You broke up in high school but reunited as friends here in university. It was not awkward at all and you felt like he was one of the very few people you could trust. “So it looks like we just need one person more.” Your friend said and looked around. You could feel the intense glare of someone and in your head, you were praying that if it was who you thought it was then he wouldn’t come up to you. But when did your prayers ever get heard?
“Hey, guys I need a group.” And there he was, Shawn, he just walked up to your row with this stupid smirk and hand going through his hair as if he was something special. However before you could even think of an excuse, your friend answered for you, “Yes! You can totally join our group.” The glare you sent her clearly didn’t work. “Sweet. I am Shawn by the way.” He extended his hand to Caleb who shook it and introduced himself, and then your friend introduced herself. You waited for her to finish and when she did you finally made eye contact with him.

The smirk was there and so was that little devil inside of him. His eyes just screamed danger. “I am (Y/N)” you mumbled and turned your eyes to your notebook again. You could still feel his eyes on you and it annoyed you but something inside you wanted the eyes on you. “Nice to meet you … all.” An awkward silence fell over us and I noticed everyone was chatting with their group.

“Sooo… when do you guys want to start?”

The Summer (16/30)

The Summer (16/?) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 16,755 Words

For reference, @phansdick is Dan, @insanityplaysfics is Phil.

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Warnings: teasing, body worship, handjob, blowjob

Chapter Sixteen

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No One Can Hurt You Now

I haven’t written anything in a while but Spoby is giving me all the feels. Loosely based on the pictures of 6x02 and set at the end of 6x01. Mainly Spoby but Haleb, Ezria and Emison are also there. Featuring intensely scared!Spencer. 

As the ambulance that held Sarah Harvey vanished down the road, the sound of the girls’ frantic breathing became more evident. Hanna clung to Caleb, and Aria shook in Ezra’s arms. Spencer was wrapped so tightly in Toby’s embrace that she was barely visible. Emily’s head was against Ali’s shoulder, and she held onto Mona protectively. Police scurried among them, surveying the area. Charles was nowhere.

Spencer had remained solid as a rock during the hours of peril, but the mere sight of Toby had unraveled her completely. She had soaked his uniform already, crying silently against his shoulder. He could do nothing but hold her, one hand in her hair, the other secured around her. Never did he ask her if she was alright; how could he when he knew that she wasn’t?

Suddenly a pair of policemen appeared next to Toby, their guns raised. “C’mon, Cavanaugh,” said one of them, “Let’s secure the quarters.” His words were loud enough for all 9 of them to hear. He looked at the two men helplessly. The blood in Spencer’s face drained completely and her grip on Toby locked, her arms like steel around him.

 “No,” she whispered frailly, tears falling frantically. In that moment, Toby was the most pained he’d ever been as a cop. The fact that he had to let her out of his grasp, so soon after finally getting her back killed him, but he knew that stopping Charles was the best way to keep her safe. He kissed her forehead lovingly, and then gently tried to extricate himself from her hold.

 Spencer’s face turned to utter terror and devastation. She shrieked in fear and started hyperventilating, her tears racing down her cheeks. Toby’s heart felt like it was being smashed with a hammer. “Caleb,” he said quietly.

 From beside, Caleb shifted Hanna to his left, and he stretched his right arm toward Toby. “Come here, Spence,” he beckoned.

 “I’ll be right back, baby,” Toby told Spencer softly, trying to wriggle out of her chokehold and get her to lean on Caleb. She was shaking her head and tears were pouring down her face. “Go see Caleb for a few minutes, okay honey? I’ll be right back, I promise, Spence.”

 “NO!” she cried, screaming and holding on to him for dear life, “No! No! No!” She wailed and wailed, blinded by her own tears, terrified of letting him go. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t let him go down there. She couldn’t let him endure an ounce of the torture that she’d endured. She’d rather die than let him. Emily had released Mona and was now holding onto Hanna, so that Caleb’s arms were totally free. In one swift, strong motion, Toby had Spencer’s arms unwound from his body, and Caleb locked his arms around her waist. Spencer screamed in anguish and writhed and kicked, and tears filled Toby’s eyes. Taking out his gun only made her cry louder in protest, coughing and choking. He wrenched his eyes away from the sight of Caleb struggling to keep hold of his broken girlfriend and turned toward the steel door that the girls had escaped from. He heard Caleb grunt and Spencer sob hysterically, and he guessed he’d picked her up. The two policemen had disappeared into the torture chamber and he began to follow when Tanner appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.

 Her face was a degree softer than any of them had ever seen it. She watched Spencer for a moment before turning to Toby. “I’ve got this, Cavanaugh,” she said, and her intent was clear. All at once Toby dropped his gun and Caleb let go of Spencer, steadying her on her feet. She flew back into Toby’s open arms and he picked her up immediately, holding her tighter than ever.

 “Thank you,” Toby said to Tanner as Spencer struggled for breath. She nodded, raising her own gun. Finally, he could turn his undivided attention to Spencer. She was shaking uncontrollably, her nails embedded in his shoulder blades. “I’ve got you, Spencer,” he said loudly but calmly in her ear, “I’ve got you I’ve got you I’ve got you. You’re safe now. You’re safe now, baby.” He rubbed her back frantically with one arm, his other hand protective against her cheek. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Breathe, honey. Breathe with me. I’ve got you.”

 Spencer drew a ragged breath, and started stammering incoherent words through her steady tears. “Shhh, Spence, you don’t have to talk, sweetheart. I know. I know I know I know. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry Spencer. I’ve got you now. Just breathe with me, babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

 He wrenched one of her hands from around his neck and placed it on his chest and inhaled deeply, letting her feel the sensation. Everyone had gathered around Spencer and Toby, pained by Spencer’s hysteria and unsure of how to help her. Aria and Caleb stood behind her, each with a hand on her back, trying to soothe her that way. Emily was currently convincing a paramedic that Toby had her under control, knowing that any intervention from the medical staff would only make it worse. Minutes passed and she coughed and coughed, but slowly…ever so slowly, Toby got her breathing in time with him.

 “That’s it, honey. That’s it. Good job. Just like that. I’ve got you. I’m right here. Everyone’s here. We’re all safe.” Her forehead was against his, their hands steady on one another’s chests as the raggedness of her breathing slowly faded.  Her eyes were closed and Toby rubbed his cheek against hers as he gently adjusted her so that she was sideways, cradled against him like a baby. She kept her eyes closed and wound her arms back around his neck, keeping her face against cheek. She sniffled softly, finally quiet.

 Aria turned and nuzzled herself back into Ezra’s arms. “We should get going to the hospital,” he said softly.

 “The hospital?” Hanna said as she looked up at Caleb, confusion in her tone. “Why?”

 “To make sure you’re all okay,” Caleb said gently, and each girl tightened their grip on the person that held them.

 “I don’t want to go,” Aria said fearfully.

 “We have to, Aria,” Ezra said, “We just have to.”

 “Is my mom there?” Hanna asked, suddenly remembering the article she’d seen.

“She’s okay,” Caleb assured her, cradling her face, “She was just dehydrated. She’s fine. I promise you, she’s fine.”

 Toby had radioed for a police van and an escort. Spencer had begun to shake again, and she spoke hoarsely but firmly. “Don’t. You dare. Put me down. Or let go of me.”

 “Nobody is letting go of anybody,” Toby assured everyone, “They have a big room ready for you. It’s been ready for weeks. There are already police guarding that floor of the hospital and Barry is going to follow us there. And we will be with you the entire time, no questions asked. I promise, it will be okay…and then we can all go home.”

 “NO,” said five voices immediately. In an instant, all five girls’ heads filled with the terror that now came with imagining home. They all buried themselves into chests, and were met by comforting (but confused) hands.

 Toby spoke up among the whimpers as the police van pulled up. “How about the loft? Is the loft okay? We can stay there together. All of us, together. With police outside. Okay?” Spencer nodded against him. “Okay. It’s going to be okay.”

 They piled into the van, everyone huddled on a lap. It was a quiet ride. When they arrived at the hospital there were tons of police cars, and when they got into the emergency room they were greeted by all of their families. It was overwhelming and didn’t feel real. Spencer kept her fist clenched around the collar of Toby’s shirt as her parents and sister tried to hug her, all sobbing at the sight of her. Aria buckled at the sight of Mike and he held her close, crying silently. Only Hanna’s father was there to see her and she refused to let go of Caleb to let him hug her. Caleb exchanged glances with him, and he seemed to understand. Emily was in a dog pile underneath her parents. But nothing compared to the sobs erupting from Mona’s parents, their daughter back in their arms, back from the grave. They had a private room for her, next door to the one reserved for Aria, Emily, Spencer and Hanna. They hadn’t known they’d need five beds instead of four. (Or six, if you counted Sarah.) After a while, Toby used his policeman voice and told everyone that it was time for the girls to get checked out, and amazingly, not one person protested.

 Ali, Ezra, Caleb and Toby led the girls into their room. A policeman held the door open for them, on guard right outside it. The four beds were temporarily separated by moveable curtains. “Have them change, whenever you’re ready,” a nurse instructed gently before leaving the eight of them alone.

 “I don’t know if I can handle a hospital gown right now,” Spencer whispered.

 “I know, sweetheart,” Toby said, “That’s why we have these.” He reached behind her and grabbed what was lying on her bed; a pair of his pajamas. Spencer exhaled, shuddering, pulling the shirt to her face and inhaling the smell. While she did so, Toby reached for the other pair of pajamas sitting on the bed.

 “For you?” Spencer asked.

“For me. As of now, I’m off duty. For as long as you need. For forever, if that’s what you want.”

Spencer ran her finger along his nametag. “You saved me,” she whispered.

“Sweetheart…I think you saved yourself.”



“When I wanted to give up, to just make it end…I thought about you. About how it would crush you. I knew you would never stop looking, and I knew I had to keep fighting. I fought like hell. I can’t imagine how scared you must-”

“Shhh, Spencer,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms again, swaying them.

“Closer,” she murmured, fumbling with buttons.

 He unclipped his walkie and took off his tie while she undid the buttons of his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He helped her out of her sweater and undershirt, and he had to work hard to stifle his fury at the sight of a thin but substantial gash above her left breast. His gasp was automatic however, and she pressed herself against him, as if begging him not to ask. He abided, snaking his arms around her, holding her close. She leaned her head against his bare shoulder, and he radiated marvelous heat. She was a kind of warm she hadn’t been in forever. Toby traced his fingers the bare skin of her back, frightened by the new pronunciation of her vertebrae. They swayed together for a few more minutes until Toby insisted they both get dressed. They had just got settled on the bed, Spencer cuddled on Toby’s lap, when the friendly nurse popped her head in. “Are you ready for you check-up?” She asked sweetly, “It won’t take long, and then we can get rid of the curtains so you can see your friends.” 

“Oh, I’m really okay,” Spencer tried, her fingers curling around the material of Toby’s pant leg. The nurse took a breath and smiled at Toby.

 Toby rubbed his nose to her cheek before speaking gently. “Sweetheart…for me, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here. Please?”

 Spencer forced a nod and stiffened. Toby rested his chin on her shoulder and threaded their fingers together. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

 “I’m just going to get an IV started, okay sweetheart?”

 Spencer nodded again and extended a hand toward the nurse, not even flinching when the needle pierced her skin. It was evident the nurse was a professional; she caught the vein in one try and was finished in a second.

 “Perfect, Hun. Now, do you have any specific pain you’d like me to address?”

 Toby watched Spencer carefully. Her face was composed, but her mouth was slightly puckered; he knew she was biting her cheeks. It worried him immensely. 

 “No,” she said. “You can just go ahead.”

 The nurse nodded and got to work. She checked all of Spencer’s vitals and then went to work checking out the rest of her body. When she found the laceration above Spencer’s breast Toby expected her to ask questions about it, but she didn’t. Instead she went to work cleaning it, and Spencer leaned her head back against Toby as she did so. He kissed the side of her face tenderly. “I love you so much, sweetheart. You are the bravest person I know.” She nuzzled against him and squeezed his hand in response.

 When the nurse had finished checking nearly everything, she patted Spencer’s hand softly. “I’m just going to take a quick assessment of your genital area now. Before I do, is there anything you want to let me know at all? Don’t be afraid,” she said gently.

 Spencer looked scared, but she shook her head no, and she buried her head against Toby. He held her more protectively than ever, and nuzzled his face into her hair, closing his eyes. He slid his hand up and down her arm soothingly. His heart raced with concern and it upset him because he knew she could tell. Her head was over his heartbeat, and he figured it was pounding against her eardrum. She whimpered only once before the nurse was finished. Toby couldn’t open his eyes; he was afraid to see whether or not there was concern written on the nurse’s face. A beat of silence ensued before the woman spoke.

 “Everything is perfectly fine,” she said cheerily, and Toby let out the breath he’d been holding and he couldn’t fight the couple of tears that filled his eyes. “We’re just going to keep you all on IV’s for a little while longer, is that alright?”

 “Of course,” Spencer said, “Thank you very much.”

 “No problem at all, sweetheart. I’m going to go check on your friends now, and then we’ll take the curtains down, okay?”

 Spencer nodded and the nurse left them alone. Toby opened his mouth to speak but his breath caught in his throat and he tried to fight his sudden urge to cry. Spencer spun around to face him and reached carefully to cradle his head against her shoulder without jostling her IV. He held her tenderly, as if she might break, and took his turn to cry. She stroked his hair and pressed her lips to his ear. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

 He sniffled, composing himself, and sat up. “Come here, sweetheart. Let me hold you.” He adjusted the pillows and pulled her gingerly against him, being mindful of the needle in her hand. He pulled up the blanket (one from the loft) and wrapped it around her before settling his arms into place. She cuddled into him, getting comfortable, and placed a light kiss on his neck. He squeezed her gently. “You can sleep now, Spence. I’ve got you.”

 “I will tonight, I promise,” she whispered, “As soon as I know they’re all okay.” Toby nodded.

 A few minutes, later, the nurses moved all the curtains and rolled the girls closer together. Everyone was curled up in a fashion similar to Toby and Spencer’s, wrapped in blankets, wearing comfy clothes. They all looked around at each other, ensuring that everyone was in once piece. Hanna looked the most distraught, tears still running down her cheeks onto Caleb’s shirt. Emily reached for her hand. They all knew she was wrought with worry about her mom. Aria was fast asleep, and was zipped inside Ezra’s hoodie with him like a baby kangaroo. It made Spencer crack a smile for the first time, and she leaned over their bedrails to kiss Aria’s forehead.

 They were all quiet for a few moments. The sound of Toby’s heartbeat, now back to its normal rhythm, comforted Spencer immensely. She’d been terrified she’d never hear it again.

 “Hanna?” A frail voice broke the silence, prompting everyone to open their eyes.

 “Mommy,” Hanna gasped, immediately starting to cry. Ashley Marin, dressed in a hospital gown and hooked to an IV herself, crossed the room in what seemed like one stride. She locked Hanna in her arms, sobbing raggedly. Caleb pulled her onto the bed, settling his girls in his arms, finally reunited.

 A couple of hours later, the nurse came back and took out their IV’s, and said that they were miraculously fine to be discharged. Hanna was happy in her mom’s embrace, and this time, Spencer let Caleb hold her while Toby went to radio their police van again, and get the girls discharged. Caleb held her comfortably in his lap, and despite her willingness, he could feel that she was tense, her heart racing. “He’ll be back in a minute, Spence,” he said confidently, hugging her. She nodded against his shoulder.

 He was right; in a moment, Toby came back, saying they were good to go. Hanna hugged her mother goodbye, ensuring that she’d be back first thing tomorrow. Toby assured Hanna that her mother was completely safe there, and that there had been police guarding her room since her admission.

 “Okay, come here Spence,” he beckoned, extending his arms toward her. She raised her arms and Toby picked her up effortlessly, cradling her sideways again. Hanna crawled back into Caleb’s lap and he stood with her. Ezra picked up his sleeping kangaroo, careful not to wake her. Emily and Ali held hands.

 As they shuffled into the van again, Aria woke suddenly, crying out. She couldn’t remember where she was at first, and Ezra hastily unzipped her from the sweater. She continued to cry, and she moved her head around frantically, seemingly searching for something. Spencer and Toby were right next to her and Ezra on the back bench seat of the police van. “I’m right here, Aria,” Spencer cooed, sitting up straight in Toby’s lap and beckoning with her arms. Aria exhaled in relief, and Ezra helped move her so that she was comfortably in Spencer’s arms for the rest of the ride. Toby wrapped their blanket around Aria, and soon she was asleep against Spencer’s chest.

           When they arrived at the Brew, as promised there were a myriad of police cars. Spencer gave Aria back to Ezra, and the 8 of them climbed the stairs to Toby’s loft. They were skittish at first, but once Toby turned on some lights, everyone loosened up. When they went to Toby’s room, they were surprised to see a giant blow up mattress at the end of his bed. The pillows of the bed were at the opposite end, so that when everyone laid down, their heads would be together. Toby lit some candles so that they’d never be in total darkness. He, Spencer, Caleb and Hanna claimed the bed, while the other 4 got comfy on the mattress. Spencer accepted nothing less than being safely molded against Toby’s chest.  He held her protectively, so that there wasn’t an ounce of space between them. When everyone was settled, it was quiet for a few moments.

           It was Emily that broke the silence. “I was so afraid we’d never get this again,” she said. Ali’s fingers were threaded through her dark tresses.

           “So were we,” Ezra said sullenly.

           “We’re safe now,” said Caleb firmly, “and we will never let anyone hurt you again.”

           “This is all my fault,” Ali whispered, “If it wasn’t for me, none of this would’ve happened. I’m so, so sorry, you guys. For everything.”

“It isn’t your fault Ali,” Hanna spoke up, “we’ve all done things we regret.”

 “It’s going to be different now, okay?” said Toby. “No more secrets. Or squabbling. Just us. All of us. Okay?”

“Okay,” said everyone else in unison.

 “Does anyone need anything?” Ezra asked.

 No one spoke. Spencer closed her eyes and focused on the steady rise and fall of Toby’s chest. She was exhausted, but terrified to sleep. Terrified that she’d wake up and none of this will have been real. Toby could tell that she felt that way.

 “I’ll hold you all night, Spencer. I promise, you’ll wake up in my arms. I’ve got you. Just sleep for me, okay? You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” She curled into him, tracing his face and chin with her fingertips. He settled his lips on her forehead.

 After a bit more coaxing, all four girls were asleep. It was Ali, Caleb, Ezra and Toby who lay awake, focused on the breathing of the women they loved; they too were secretly afraid that if they surrendered to sleep, what matters most would vanish from their arms.

AN: So this was supposed to be out last night but then my computer didn’t save it so I had to rewrite so if it sucks, yeah, sorry.

But anyhoo, I wanted to at least try to get it out there because SO MANY people wanted this prompt. Which I loved. Keeping voting because I’m not really sure what prompt I’m doing next. Or request something not on the list. Just PM me, pleease.

And here is the babysitting prompt (I don’t even remember the original prompt but its 3:37 am so who cares) :

“You guys sure you got everything?” Caleb asked as Hanna tugged on his jacket from her perch on the outdoor steps. She’d been trying to get him to hurry for the last fifteen minutes.

“Yes, we have everything,” Spencer promised as Toby hoisted little Bridget up into his arms.

“Bye!” Bridget called, waving her chubby, little pink hands at her parents.

“Bye, baby girl,” Hanna cooed, blowing her three year old a kiss.

The farewell from his daughter only served in making Caleb more frantic about leaving. “Maybe it isn’t a good night-”

Before he could continue, both Spencer and Toby-and Hanna-groaned.

“Caleb, you have this problem every time you and Hanna have a date night,” Toby reminded. “Bridget is fine. Me and Spence will take great care of her.”

“Unless you’re saying something about their babysitting skills,” Hanna probed, giving her fiancé a pointed look.

“Yeah, Caleb,” Spencer chimed in, placing her hands on her hips. “You aren’t implying we don’t take great care of your little munchkin?” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”

Caleb shook his head slowly, a smile fighting its way onto his face. “Okay, fine. You win. We’re leaving,” He conceded, deadpan.

“Finally!” Hanna cheered, dramatically.

Caleb reached for his daughter one more time. “I love you, Bridgey,” He whispered, kissing her baby soft face.

“Daddy,” She scolded, frowning. “My name is Bridget, spelled B-R-I-D-G-E-T, not Bridgey!” As soon as the toddler spoke, Spencer felt three pairs of eyes land on her, fully aware without asking who had taught the little girl such etiquette.

She couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted from her stomach, watching her favorite three year old correct her father. “Sorry,” She defended, still laughing, holding her hands up in surrender. “I’m just helping her learn the basic skills of life.”

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“Y/N… please.” Caleb says his finger tips connecting with your wrist, you flinch back.

“Y/N, think of the benefits! We get to be together, we will come out on top and we can have whatever we want!” He tried again trying to appear optimistic, “We will come out like kings I promise you.”

You shake your head, “I honestly can’t believe what you are saying Caleb. Your poor sister, you’re going to hurt your sister by doing this; this is absolutely ludicrous Caleb. I can’t believe you actually are considering this, let alone trying to persuade me to join you.” Caleb tries to grab your hand again but you pull it away again. As an erudite you tried to evaluate every situation clearly so you could see where he was coming from, but it made no sense why he was trying to bring down his sister.

“Come on Y/N, I can’t do this without you.” He was trying another tactic now. “I’d do it for you if you asked me.” The guilt trip. 

You weren’t falling for his manipulative ways.

“Jeanine needs you, no one can think and reason like you do, you are too intelligent to not side with.” He says, obviously trying to win you over with compliments.

“Then side with me.” You said to him, taking a step closer, lacing your fingers between his; if he was playing dirty using manipulation so could you. “You said so yourself: You can’t do this without me. So don’t do it.”

Caleb shook his head, “But I already agreed Y/N, please, for me?” He pleads with puppy dog eyes.

You shake your head, crossing your arms firmly.

“Just consider it please?” He says leaning close to your face and squeezing your shoulders. “Please.”

Caleb turns on his field and walks back to the lab and Jeanine. 


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Chapter 2 – Facing the Music | Zankie Fanfiction

Author’s Notes: this is the second part of a three part unprompted fic I’m writing that started as a dream originally. the first chapter/part can be found here. Word count for this part is 3,612. Total for parts 1 and 2 together is 6,690. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i’m enjoying writing it.

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Just Like You

(Requested- Could you do a blurb with you and [your boy of choice] kid is trying to learn their father’s instrument to make then proud, but they fail at it and get upset. So, [boy you chose] comforts them?? 😊)

(I’m making this one about Ashton <3)

Caleb Irwin had just turned seven and the only thing he asked for, for his birthday was his own drum kit. Of course his father Ashton was overjoyed and spent many hours trying to find the perfect first drum kit for his little boy. Now you watched proudly as your husband lovingly taught your son his instrument. Caleb was a determined kid so you were sure it wouldn’t take him long to learn the basics, plus Ashton was a great teacher.

Ashton played a few beats on Caleb’s drums for him to copy and handed him the sticks, stepping back out of the way. Caleb focused in and started pounding away on the drum kit. You, watching from the doorway, saw Ashton wince slightly at the rough sounds but he quickly regained a smile for Caleb and went in to correct him. What you didn’t expect was for Caleb to toss the drum sticks to the floor with an angry shout. “What did you-” Ashton started but Caleb interrupted him, “I stink at this. I’m done.” And with that he ran away, brushing past you as he ran to his room down the hall. You stared at a shocked Ashton, frozen in his place as he observed the situation. After a moment, he collected himself and followed you out of the room, “Give us a minute okay? Maybe I can talk to him man to man.” You gave him a smile, pecking his cheek and letting him go to your son.

Ashton found Caleb laying on his bed with your tablet in his lap. He heard the familiar sounds of Rejects coming from it and knew that Caleb was watching an old video of his concert days. He cleared his throat to make his presence known before moving beside Caleb on his bed. Reluctantly he scooted over to make room for his father and paused the video, “You’re so good dad, I’ll never be that good.” Ashton shook his head, reaching up to wipe the tear rolling down his son’s soft cheek, “Caleb, it took me years of practicing to get to where I am. Even when I started the band, I was still practicing and learning. You can’t give up after one day. If you really want to learn, you have to put the effort in.” Caleb let out a sigh, glancing again at the picture on the tablet of Ashton with drumsticks in hand before looking up to meet Ashton’s eyes, “I just don’t want to disappoint you.” Ashton shook his head and chuckled a little, taking the tablet out of Caleb’s hands and pulling him up off the bed, “You could never disappoint me. And if drums aren’t your thing, you can quit later. I just don’t want you to give up.” Caleb shook his head, his mood improving greatly now that he knew Ashton wasn’t upset with him, “I won’t quit. I want to be an awesome drummer just like you.” Ashton grinned excitedly, resting his hand on Caleb’s shoulder as they walked out of the room together, promising to go get ice cream then come back and have another lesson.

Until Forever's Gone

Until Forever’s Gone

General POV

Chapter Forty

There was no mistaking the venom in Justin’s voice. At the sight of his enemy coming even near Selena brought him total resentment. He even figured it was worse than when his brother would talk to her. Now that he was actually touching her, he would make sure he got the message. At his an unexpected appearance, they both looked over at him. Selena had an assortment of relief and concern where Cooper just seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was pissed.

“No worries, Justin,” Cooper grinned as he drew closer to the brunette much to her dismay. “We were just getting to know each other.”

“I swear to God, Cooper, let go of her before I humiliate you once again,” Justin threatened as he moved closer but was pulled away by his father who looked beyond irritated. Selena took that time to shove Cooper’s hands away and sent him a glare before storming out of the room. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jeremy demanded, Justin was barley paying attention. He was too busy watching Selena’s retreating body over his father’s shoulder.

“Nothing,” Justin said as he pushed past him and started to jog in the direction she vanished to. The place was still crowded in the second room so he continued to pick up his pace until he was out of the building. He spotted her immediately, sitting on the nearby bench, the warm air making her hair sweep across her face.  She leaned both her elbows on her knees and her chin on the knuckles of her hands. “Hey.” He greeted softly coming closer to her.

She picked up her head and smiled faintly, “Hi.”

He took a seat beside her in the small available space. He wanted to kick himself for acting like such a jerk only a few hours into their ‘new’ relationship. “I’m sorry about before.” He finally said.

“Don’t worry about it,” she dismissed the problem with a wave of her hand. “I overreacted.” The truth was, she was slightly nervous hearing him speak to her in that way. She was in a blissful state even before they admitted their feelings for each other and she didn’t want it to change just yet.

“No,” he shook his head. “I was just pissed off with Cooper and took it out on you.”

“Speaking of Cooper,” she looked back through the window into the banquet. “Where is he?”

Justin followed her gaze, “Who knows but I don’t want him near you,” he stated causing her to cock her head to the side. “I know you can take care of yourself but I just don’t trust that guy.”

“Why do you hate him so much?”

He pursed his lips as he looked forward. She put a comforting hand on her arm seeing his body tense just slightly. He relaxed under her touch, “It started when I was in sixth grade, I think that’s when I knew I wanted to play professional ball,” she watched as he smiled at the memory and she couldn’t help but mimic it at the sight. He continued his story how his mom signed him up for Junior Leagues, that’s where he met Cooper.

He had been on his competitive side and Cooper gave him a bloody nose by elbowing him during a heated second quarter. In return Justin fouled him back by tripping him and giving him a bruised knee and ever since then they’d been rivals. Growing up, they were constantly battling through basketball whenever they had the chance and Justin even confessed to her about being a little jealous of him. Though Justin’s mom tried to come to as many games as possible after a year, she started to lessen her appearances.

She got involved in work and traveled a lot till this day, where Cooper’s parents – especially his dad always attended. Cooper’s father pretty much despised Justin since he was always the star player - the competition against his son. That’s why every game they had with each other, it was a little more personal. Throughout the story, Selena listened intently and would nod and squeeze his arm every now and then. She was pretty happy that Justin informed her on all this information, Justin was also pleased since he felt a little better about the situation.  

“I bet you were really cute in your Junior League uniform,” Selena smiled up at the boy causing him to chuckle as he removed the hat from his head.

“Oh you bet I was,” he smirked. “You want to go back inside?”  She debated it in her head for a few moments, the weather was perfect at the moment and she was enjoying the peace and quiet. “I think they’re putting out the dessert as we speak.”

Her eyes lit up as she pretty much jumped from her seat, “Let’s go.”

Justin couldn’t help but laugh at that, the girl had an appetite. Just another thing he liked about her. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and she draped her own on top as he lead her back into the room.

“We can go sit with my grandparents?” Justin offered causing the girl to turn in his arms.

“Your grandparents are here?” She asked incredulously when he nodded she added, “And you didn’t think to introduce me before?”

He pointed over to the left where she noticed an elderly couple surrounded by much younger adults, “They just came in.”

Selena grew instantly nervous. She’d met Jeremy a while ago when her father first started working for him and Jace but that was it of the Bieber family. She had no idea what to expect when she’d go over there. “Do they know?” She questioned.

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Okay, so I saw Divergent yesterday, and I absolutely loved it. I’ve never done a movie review, but I really wanted to do this because I love the series. I definitely recommend seeing this, but only if you’ve read the book. I’m only including a few of my favorite and least favorite scenes. There are some subtle details, and after reading and re-reading Divergent, I could catch them all. I’m basing this off of memory, so I thoroughly apologize if I miss something.

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