can august be back please so i can make more stuff

August 24, 2017

To the boy with the green eyes,

Remember the last time we saw each other? 
In your little blue car….
We poured our hearts out to one another. 
We cried on each other’s shoulders.
I confessed my love to you. 
You confessed your love to me. 
But you didn’t confess that this night was going to be your last.  

You stopped by to pick up your (very) late Christmas present. 
You knew how bad I had been, and asked what was wrong. 
We walked to your little blue car, put the windows down on that cold chilly moonlit night, and talked. 
I told you everything that was happening to me: 
My ex-boyfriend and his new guy. 
A friend that I thought I could trust. 
And a lover that broke my heart. 
I also told you I was in a very dark place. 
Do you remember what I said to you?
I’m too ashamed to confess what I did to myself. 
Please don’t make me say it. 
I don’t want to see you cry again. 
Your beautiful emerald looking eyes don’t deserve to have tears in them. 
They need to keep sparkling and smiling. 

After we cried together, I confessed my love to you. 
I didn’t expect you to say anything. 
I didn’t expect you to feel the same way. 
I just wanted you to listen. 
I remember looking into those dazzling green eyes, holding your hand, and telling you: 
“I know this sounds cheesy. And I know that it may not seem true. But this is the truth. I promise. I love you. I love you so much. And I want to let you know that I will always love you. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re with someone new. I don’t care if I’m with someone new. I don’t even care if I haven’t talked to you in months, or even years. I will always love you.”
You didn’t say anything. 
You just nodded as tears fell down your cheek from your watery green eyes. 

Then, I asked you what you wanted from me. 
You said:
“I honestly don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I never know what the right choice is. I never know what the right thing to do is. I always hurt you. I don’t want to keep hurting you. We had a lot of fun. And that’s all I wanted at first. And that’s what happened. I liked you. I really did. A lot. Then things changed. I wanted to hang out with you every day and be with you every day. And we did that. I wanted to be closer to you. And we did that too. Then stuff happened, and I got scared. I don’t know. I was scared to be happy. I didn’t want to be in a relationship. I wasn’t prepared at all for how I felt about you. I didn’t know how to take it to the next level. I didn’t know how to be your boyfriend.” 

These words still bring tears to my eyes.  
It’s as if we are star-crossed lovers; forever living different paths in our lives that don’t have any connection in the end, denying us of any chance of living a life together. 
But how can that be when we are existing at the same time?
You’re alive. 
I’m alive. 
And I have never felt more alive with anyone else than when I’m with you. 
Just the way you look at me with those alluring eyes is what convinces me that you are in love with me too. 
So why aren’t we together? 
Why are you with someone else? 
Why are you with her?
Is it because she can give you a family?
Is it because you want to believe she’s the one for you?
Not just you though, for your whole family. 
She’s someone they will accept. 
Nobody would accept me into your family. 
I think we both know that for sure. 

Two hundred and twenty-one days have passed since that night happened. 
I’ve gone through many stages of:
Hating you. 
Worrying about you. 
Wondering if you’re dead.
Wondering if you’re alive. 
Pretending you’re dead. 
Wishing for your presence. 
All while still loving you. 
It’s torture. 

I don’t know if I should give up. 
Or if I should keep waiting for you. 
Because a part of me feels that I will never find anybody like you. 

Nobody’s going to look at me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to touch me the way you did. 
Nobody’s going to care about me the way you did. 
And nobody’s going to understand me the way you do.

Every time I talk to someone new, I compare them to you. 
I know that’s wrong, but it’s true and I can’t help it. 
That’s when I start to believe that they’re not good enough for me. 
Because I need to find somebody that’s so good that they make me forget about you…
I know that’s not fair and I think that’s what keeps me from letting people in. 
I put this steel cage around my heart when you left me, and you’re the only one with the key to open it. 
I just wish you would talk to me. 
I wish you would tell me to move on, but your silence speaks louder than words. 
It drives me crazy; leads me to believe that I did something wrong, but I didn’t. 
Maybe it’s your way of keeping me in the sidelines when things get bad with you and her. 
I don’t see how that’s fair, but I love you so much that I don’t care. 
I’ll take any excuse you give me to come back, so long as I get to see your face again. 

I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry for getting close to you. 
I’m sorry for burdening you with my problems. 
I’m sorry for loving you. 
I’m sorry for all of this. 
Maybe things would’ve been simpler if we just didn’t meet. 
But as people say, “Two souls don’t just meet by simple coincidence.”
I start to wonder why you came into my life. 
Or was it I that came into yours?
I wonder if you’ll ever come back to me, even as a friend. 
I miss you. 
I miss you so dearly. 
Please stay alive while I exist. 
Whether it’s a year or ten, I will wait for you. 
Because I love you, and I want to believe that we are meant to be together. 
I want to wake up every morning to those lovely green eyes of yours. 

I forgive you.
I forgive you for pretending that I don’t exist.
I forgive you for leaving me with no explanation.
I forgive you for choosing her over me.
I forgive you  for falling for me.
I get it now.
We are just simply not meant to be.
But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with that. 

You know me…
You know I always have so much to say to you.
You know I could write books about my love for you. 
But I have one more important thing to say….

Happy birthday. 

Love always and forever, 
The boy with the brown eyes 

FIC REC’S OF 2017 part 7 (june-july-august)

Here it comes! The 25 fic long list of fics (yes, I’m measuring length with fics now!) I’ve read this summer. Hope you’ve all had a great time and read amazing fics during the last months! I’ve separated the chaptered and one shots in this fic rec, so hopefully it’ll make this a little less messy. Happy reading everyone! 

CHAPTERED

Fool’s Gold by tvshows_addict (55k)

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up. THE ROMANTIC COMEDY FIC OF THIS SUMMER!

Mutability by haloeverlasting (108k)

Harry and Louis meet in a book club. Life and fiction have their parallels. SLOW BURN, (read the notes before each chapter for tw)

Come Away With Me by suspendrs (80k) 

Louis had such big plans. He wanted so much out of life, and so did Amy. Now Bridget is going to grow up without a mother, and she’s always going to wonder what it would be like if this hadn’t happened. He wonders if she’ll blame him for her mother’s death as she gets older, or if she’ll understand that this is just as painful for Louis as it is for her. Louis doesn’t know how he’s going to raise her on his own, because he’s a fantastic father, yes, but he’s always been the fun parent, and Amy was in charge of the rules. He doesn’t know how to make sure Bridget has everything she needs all the time, doesn’t know how to make her favorite meal or how to do that one braid she loves to have in her hair or how to teach her to be the best person she can be. He doesn’t know how to live without Amy, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do. SINGLE PARENT! LOUIS, MINOR CHARACTER DEATH, FRIENDS TO LOVERS

The Wonderlands by stylinsoncity (150k)

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair. FAMOUS/NOT FAMOUS, SINGLE PARENT! HARRY

Just Ask Me To by TellMeThisIsNotLove (120k)

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his. CANON COMPLIANT, X-FACTOR ERA, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, ANGST

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People Can Change

Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language

Word Count: 4,687

Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.

“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”

“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”

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Four seasons of USUKUS — a thematic event to produce fanfics and fanarts.

What is this event about?

The title says it all, to be honest lol. This is an event that aims to bring together productions created around the theme “four seasons” by authors and artists who like this ship. The event’s final format will be kind of like a big e-book, with a cover, back cover, index and all that, which will be available for download or to read online in PDF format for those who don’t want to/can’t download it. We also intend to help advertise the individual links to the works of the collection provided by participants who wish to post their works here on Tumblr, ao3 or any other places after the collection is available.

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PT.8

PT.1| PT.2| PT.3| PT.4| PT.5| PT.6| PT.7| PT.9| PT.10| PT.11| PT.12| PT.13

Sherlock yawned.

His eyes opened slowly and revealed a sleeping John Watson lying next to him. His mouth opened slightly and short bursts of his breath on his face. Sherlock smiled and thought about last night. How John laid awake with him for hours before his crying finally stopped and he fell asleep. He kicked himself, he was displaying a gross expression of emotion yesterday. He threw logic out the window and filled his head with sentiment and he’s ashamed to think of how John saw him crying over the sink full of dishes because he wasn’t talking to him. Sherlock told himself in that moment that he shouldn’t cry because this wasn’t new to him. He knew the day would come when John would finally decide that he wasn’t worth his time, that he could find somebody better than him. He braced himself for the news, and it hurt him to think that he wasn’t enough for John when John was the whole world to him. He nearly made it without crying, but then he looked at John, who was so close to him, drying the dishes and he couldn’t help himself. When John kissed him, and told him that he loved him, he still cried, but it was because the man of his dreams told him, the most obnoxious, rude, and unpleasant man that anyone could have the misfortune to meet, that he loved him.

The only other time Sherlock had been this happy was when John agreed to move in with him.

The only time Sherlock can say that he’s been happy is only when John is around. The love of his life, his blogger, his doctor…

“John Watson.” He breathed. Said man pawed his face and shuffled closer to Sherlock. Sherlock was sitting up; John’s arms were wrapped around his waist and his head was resting on Sherlock’s stomach. He smiled and rested a hand on John’s back, raking his free hand through the soft blond hair. He had to admit, John’s new hair was very fitting for him, he was always handsome to Sherlock. John let out a soft groan at Sherlock’s head massage and held him even tighter.

“Don’t stop.” John spoke, still half-sleep. Sherlock chuckled. “I have no intention to.”

Sherlock heard John yawn. He raised his head to look at Sherlock. His eyes were still glassy from sleep, and his smile lopsided but so warm and compassionate that Sherlock thought he would cry all over again.

“Do you know that you look quite stunning when you wake up?” John laughed at the question and rolled his eyes. They didn’t say anything after that, John moved to rest his head on Sherlock’s chest, and closed his eyes from the pleasure Sherlock’s massage was giving him.

“You kissed me last night. Well, we kissed for a second time.”

“Yes, I remember.” The conversation trailed off for a bit before John asked, “Why?”

Sherlock’s hands clutched to John’s hair at the question.

“I…I was…I wanted to know if we could, quite possibly, make it a third time?”

John’s laugh came out as a breath. He opened his eyes and sat up to Sherlock’s level.

“Yeah, Sherlock, we can make it a third time, and a fourth time, we can kiss as many times as we want.”

Sherlock felt the blush rising in his cheeks as he thought about all the future kisses they would share. All the days and nights he would fall asleep and wake up in John’s arms. He was so excited to finally be with John, and not just as best friends or flat mates or even as bedmates. He was allowed be in love with John and shower him adoration and affection that the soldier needed desperately. He hummed.

“Let’s make it a third time and see if it is enough.” Sherlock’s lips were already starting to pucker. John’s pressed against his and Sherlock moaned at the joy of being able to do this. John’s mouth spread into a smile, still pressed against Sherlock’s, and he was laughing. Sherlock joined him, the two still nose-to-nose with each other, grinning in the other’s face.

“Was that enough?” John’s voice lowered, making Sherlock’s smile widen to its limits.

“It was enough, John. You’re enough for me.” They both shared a few more kisses until they heard Rosie’s cries from down the hall.

“The day awaits us, love.” John threw his blankets off his body and left to tend to his daughter. Sherlock was still in the bed, fingers lightly caressing his lips and in awe. He put his hand down and whispered, “Love?”

He couldn’t help but smile to himself.

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So yes, the next few chapters will include domestic johnlock, so that I can show their gentle transition into finally being together. 

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Annnnnd that’s everyone! 

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First Day of School Preparation

As for many of us students, back to school is coming soon, and for some of you at a rushing speed. I know some students (in the US at least) go back on either August or September (depending on your school). As for me I go back on September 6th, so I thought that it was about time I make this post :)

School Supplies

First thing is first without having the right materials, academic life will be a challenge. This is like 99.5% self explanatory, but here it is anyway.

  • If your school provides a recommended school supplies list, USE IT! Don’t buy stuff last minute when you could be prepared without having to go to the store because you waited for the start of school.
  • This is quite contrary to what I stated before, but you should buy the majority of your school supplies (if you know what you need) beforehand, however, there are some things that your teacher/professor will require you to have that you had no idea were needed. This rarely happens to me, but depending on your teachers/professors it might happen.
  • Aesthetics vs. Productivity/Usage. I find that most people (in the Studyblr community mostly) tend to buy products that are visually or aesthetically pleasing, not focusing on the productivity or usage of the product. Clearly not looking at how long the product is going to last, and not even thinking about whether the product is right for them or helps them instead of being a nuisance. Some people even end up not using the product in the down-run! Remember to see if the product is something you really need or really need to buy.


Originally posted by omoizakkashop


Mental/Emotional Health and Preparation

Your mental and emotional health is going to be one of the major factors to your school year. These are a few tips I have to prepare for back to school.

  • Don’t worry too much about the first day! Sure it’s been a few months since you haven’t been in a academically connected place, much less a school, but sometimes not caring is the way to go.
  • Don’t think you need to be perfect during the whole school-year. This is the one thing that stresses me out the most. I keep thinking that I need to be perfect (this happens weeks before school actually starts) and I start getting anxious, wondering if I’ll do great this school year. Relax, and remember that nothing in life has to perfect nor is it ever going to be.
  • Set goals for the school year, but don’t overdue them to really high expectations. Make a list of goals (mentally or physically) about what you want to accomplish this year (it doesn’t have to be about school or academics). Don’t, however, give yourself a long list of goals, and don’t make your goals too high standard. It’s good to give yourself a challenge, but sometimes overdoing it can cause unwanted anxiety or stress (especially if you can’t accomplish it or you’re having trouble with them)
  • Talk to a close friend or your parents about your worries. Cliche, I know, but it sometimes helps. Having someone listening to your problems can make a difference (especially if they’re someone you know that are trustworthy). 
  • Remember that you come before your academics, social life, or whatever else you may think is important. If you put other things before you physical and mental health, things are not going to turn out well. Who cares about school and social activities, when you, yourself are feeling unwell. Take a rest, take a day-off, do something different for a change, talk to someone about how your feeling/about health, anything except stressing yourself even more, and causing yourself to feel even more unwell!


Originally posted by a-thousand-shining-stars


Academics

One of the most important thing that is going to determine how your school year goes, is academics. Try to do your best, and try to get the best grades you can possibly get, but don’t overwork yourself.

  • Try to read the course syllabus the school/district/professor/department provides for you. It will help you have a better idea on what to expect academically. It also helps you get rid of the anxiety you might have on whether a unit in the course will be too hard for you. If you find that a unit is too hard, don’t worry, because your teacher/professor will help you to achieve good grades.
  • Aesthetic Notes vs. Practical Notes. Yes, I know everyone in the Studyblr community wants to make aesthetic notes, but sometimes that isn’t the way to go. Sometimes simpler and more effective notes are the way to go. Instead of spending 2 hours on how aesthetic the notes are going to be, spend more time trying to grasp the information, and trying to lay out it in way that is more effective and practical. It saves not only your time, but it saves your energy to study more. 
  • Try to drink a lot of water, and try to eat healthier than usual. Studies show that drinking water and eating healthier not only help you do better academically, but it can also help you mental as well as physical health. It’ll also help you feel more refreshed in general. 


Originally posted by slothilda

That is all I have for this post, and bye! :)

Empire State of Mind

NurseyDex, 3600 words, Rated Teen, Fluff/POV Nursey (here on AO3)

Dex spends a summer in New York with the Nurses. (For day seven of @nurseydexweek​!)


The Haus is quiet when Derek walks in. SportsCenter’s playing lowly on the TV, but he doesn’t even spot Dex, stretched out on the couch, until he walks all the way into the living room. Dex has one arm over his face and his laptop carelessly strewn across his thigh, which is probably cause for concern—Dex is never so cavalier with his precious laptop. Derek closes it and moves it safely to the coffee table before sitting down next to his feet.

“What’s up, dude?”

“Hey.” Dex moves his arm off his face. “How was your test?”

Derek props his feet up on the coffee table and shrugs. “Fine, I guess. What’s going on with you?”

“I’m starting to hear back about those internships, and I got the one I really wanted.”

“Dude, that’s awesome,” Derek says sincerely. He was around for the frantic application process a couple months ago, and he knows how much work Dex put into it. “Congrats. So why do you look like, depressed?”

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“What? Why the fuck not?”

“It’s in New York. I mean, there’s a stipend, but it’s not even close to enough for me to live on for 10 weeks. I’ve been doing the math, and it’s just not gonna work out.”

“So stay with me,” Derek says, without even thinking about it, and Dex’s brow furrows.

“What?”

“Just stay with me,” he repeats, after he takes three seconds to actually consider it. Yes, this is a good idea. “We have a guest room.”

“I—I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Dex sits up, looking uncomfortable. “I can’t just like…mooch off you and your parents all summer.”

“Oh my god, do not be such a fucking drama queen.” Dex swats him for that, and Derek swats right back. “You need a place to stay, I have a place to stay. Plus, it’ll be fun. Good practice for us living together next year.”

Dex hesitates. “Shouldn’t you ask your parents?”

“I mean, I will,” Derek says with a shrug, “but they’ll be fine with it, I swear.”

If they’re actually okay with it, I’ll think about it.” 

“Good,” Derek says, satisfied, and Dex gnaws at his lower lip.

“But thanks. It’s—that’s a nice offer.”

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applications now open for the fanauthor workshop!

thank you to everyone who participated in my survey a few months ago about the fanauthor workshop, my (@bettydays) upcoming independent study in which i’ll be leading an MFA-style online workshop specifically for fanauthors. 

unfortunately, due to the constraints of the workshop model, i will only be able to accept a limited number of applicants, which is why i’m running an application process. here’s all the information you’ll need to decide if you’d like to apply, and how to go about applying.

both the workshop and application are free. i am doing this for graduate credit in lieu of a literature seminar this semester. 

what is a workshop?

a creative writing workshop is a round-table style discussion about writing. specifically, you read a peer’s work in advance of the meeting, and then we discuss the piece, offering constructive criticism, while the writer listens and takes notes. prior to the meeting, you also write a letter of critique to the writer.

when and where is the workshop?

the full workshop will begin on September 4, 2017. there will be about a dozen participants, depending on how many applications i receive. ideally we will meet on Sunday evenings around 7 - 9pm EST via Google Hangout, but i am absolutely willing to negotiate meeting times. if you have evenings and/or weekends mostly free, please still consider applying, even if Sundays specifically don’t work for you. you can let me know any constraints you have in the google doc linked below.

why are you doing this?

fanfiction taught me how to write and i have immense respect for it as a genre. i think fanauthors do amazing literary work, and i’d like to take what i’ve learned from my MFA so far and bring it back to the community that fostered my passion for writing. 

moreover, i like talking about writing. like, a lot. i thought it might be pretty fun to get class credit for meeting up with fanpeople once a week to talk about fic.

what would i get out of it?

ideally:

  • a bunch of new friends
  • constructive criticism on your writing
  • a polished piece of fanfic to post to an AO3 collection
  • (if fall workshop) a polished piece of original fiction to submit for publication or to other workshops
  • a platform in which to ask questions you have about writing, publishing, etc. 
  • more comfort providing feedback to other writers
  • being part of something cool and weird
  • providing input for my craft essay on fanfic as a literary genre, which i plan to publish
  • the satisfaction of helping me become a better teacher

the summer trial workshop

the summer trial workshop will be held the weeks of August 21 and 28 (tentatively). we will meet two or three times for two hours apiece.

you can apply for this if you only want feedback on a short piece of writing, either fanfic or ofic, with a very small group of people. 4-6 participants will be pitching any type of work up to 10k words, and we will meet twice to workshop and go through any bumps in the process. you will read and provide feedback on a total of 3 other pieces, receive crit on one, and fill out a survey at the end giving me feedback on the overall process so i can tweak it for the full semester.

the fall fanauthor workshop

we will meet 14 times over the span of as many weeks starting September 4 (provided i get all the bumps fixed from the trial run), again for approximately 2 hours apiece. during these sessions, we will workshop two pieces and also have a short craft discussion. 

prior to each session, you will have to read both pieces, provide marginal comments in the shared document, and write a short letter of criticism to the author. i anticipate the workload will take approximately 5 hours a week of your time, not including the hours you spend writing your own pieces.

each participant will be workshopped twice. there will be two cycles: one for fanfiction and one for “original” fiction (ofic). 

cycle 1: fanfiction

you will write one fic up to 10k words to share. any ship, any fandom, any content. you must also be willing to read any ship and any fandom. if you have triggers, we can discuss and work out a content warning system as necessary at the beginning of the semester. 

our craft discussions during this cycle will revolve around defining fanfiction as a literary genre. i will be taking this insight and writing a final craft essay at the end of the semester as my independent study final. 

at the end of the semester, you can revise your fanfic piece and we’ll make an AO3 collection of our work. 

cycle 2: original fiction

you will write one piece of ofic up to 10k words to share. this can be anything you want it to be. the goal of this cycle is to workshop a piece of original fiction to either apply to programs/workshops with or submit for publication/writing contests. 

our discussions during this cycle will revolve around the publication process and any other questions that come up. we will also be reading published original pieces of my choosing and discussing them from a craft perspective. 

should i apply?

  • yes, if you:
    • have 5 hours a week to spare this fall and can meet mostly at the designated meeting time one evening per week (it’s ok to miss one or two for emergencies, etc)
    • are over the age of 18
    • want to improve your writing and help your peers improve theirs
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English isn’t my native tongue and I feel really lazy, so I’m going to make it quick. I am alone and lonely at the same time, I have no friends like I have messenger, snap, instagram, twitter, tumbler, even fucking tinder( lol to fill the emptiness inside of me with some men’s attention tbh, I don’t really care about none of these dudes and even on tinder, I may have a lot of dudes who seem into me, nobody is talking to me), I can’t make friends at my job because I just cannot trust these people. The closest person I am at my job is this white girl who’s like the boss favorites but she is kinda hypocrite and I don’t know I don’t really trust the girl. My family never calls me, like my parents call me like 2 times a month maybe, but my two other sisters ? It’s like I don’t exist to them. And oh let’s not talk about my aunts and my cousins who live in the same area as me, they don’t want to fuck with me, not even a bit. One of my aunt came to my job( i work in clothes store) and I was like so happy to see her and she just ignored me. In August, I had no more money left so I couldnt eat, and I asked my cousins and aunts to help me ( in christmas time, let’s call her aunt 1 told me that if i need food and help i can call her, that’s what i did and her son barely help me ) and like yeah i’m not even going to continue on this that is too disappointing for me lol. My family doesn’t financially and emotionally help me and that shit hurts. My sister is probably “ wealthier” than me ( we both live on our own, im 18 almost 19 btw and my sis is 22 i think) and i asked for one damn dollar one day( i wanted to see her reaction) and she said no. So that tells you a lot about my family.

Friends now. HA HA HA. i feel miserable, at my job no one wants to fuck with me idk why, everytime i talk to them at break they are doing shit on their cellphone. My friends from other cities, they never talk to me. There was this white bitch who came back in my life and like i really liked her and we were good friends but i’ve noticed that that she was always being dramatic and making the convo about her like even when i was like feeling down she was like “ okay why it is right now who tell me this??? You dont trust me???” like i need emotional support dumbass right now, not a fuckinng lesson. And she gives these super rainbow calinours advices that we all know that cant help, and since she have her boyfriend, she just stopped to talk and she told me she will never let me down and she is and im not even being dramatic about and like aaahhhh fuck off. My life is just shit. The two “ friends” that are the same area as me is this lightskin girl but she is like so toxic and disrespectful but at the same time, she is the only one who can chill me with me and stuff and she’s kinda cool and the other one is an asian who is cool but like she always want to go in a bar and get drunk, i dont like spending my money. When i am in bars with her, she is the one who get all of the attention so no.


The people around me suck, i am not the attractive kind of black girl, i am self centered and kinda of narcissic, and like i really need help. I am not in college, i took like few months to relax myself from college but i want to go back in winter if they accept me but im scared as fuck. I applied to an anglophone college and maybe y'all dont feel concerned about this because this blog is predominantly african american but as a franco canadian this is a big challenge for me. The college i go to is not only super anglophone but like most people there are fucking rich kids from the suburbs and i’m not. I live on my own, i pay on my shit, since im 16.

You know what scares me the most? Is to be alone but like forever. I will never find true love dont fucking tell that i will because that is a lie that im tired to believe in. Like yo, im not your typical black girl. Full 2017 trendy dressed, with beautiful loose curl and a random straight wave with makeup on point, and big curves, im not like that. I am not trying to brag here but i really do believe im different from most black girls and that is a good and bad thing. People expect me to be extravertie and funny but i just cannot be like that, not everyone understand my humor sense, anyway. And yeah, this is mean but i dont like to waste my time talking to unecessary people if there’s not something in it for me, right??my personality is horrible as well as my looks and i reallly dont think a men will find a once of beAuty in me. I forced myself into loneliness because i dont want to have hope and get disappointed. The last dude i like “ dated” is on fucking hard drugs and want to become a girl ( not because he’s trans tho because he wants to “ experience” and he’s tired of his masculinity) ohh good lord, i hate seeing these average boring lightskins or black or asian girls getting all the men and like people seem to easily like them. I make one fucking mistake at my job and everyone be hating me for this. Jesus christ, how other black girls deal with being … a black girl? Im 18, caribbean, franco canadian and black and i’ve always have problems because i am francophone and black and a girl. Can someone help me. I have my first appointement with a therapist soon ( like tomorrow, we are the october 9 today) and i hope this wont be useless and will lead me to something good. Most therapist i met, just let me down and disappeared.

To fill my lack of daily love and cuddles and attention, i decided to focus on money and grades. But i know that one day, when i’ll be really wealthy i’ll miss being with people. 
Im getting bad and bad and bad. I started AGAIN to cut and to bleach. This time im using lemon and baking soda instead of buying toxic shit, doesnt seem to work tho…


I need comfort please 
Help me

The End of a Dream (1/1)

Rating: M

Killian and Emma have to wake up in the aftermath of the Wish Realm.

He hasn’t let go of her hand.

From the moment Gideon’s spell lifted and Hook’s arms wrapped around her: hook into hip and chin on forehead, warmth and leather bleeding through around her singing safe-safe-safe into her skin, he hasn’t let her go.

He kept their fingers clasped as she hugged her father, as she held her son. He walked with her to thank August, standing silently beside her metal warming under her grasp.

It’s not like she’s in a huge rush to let him go either.

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Say It With Flowers

So this was supposed to be posted around Valentine’s Day… whoops.

Summary:  It’s Valentine’s Day and flower shop owner Lucy is feeling the blues. Mainly because her crush keeps buying odd numbers of roses- and she has no idea who they are for.

 Pairing: Natsu and Lucy

It’s very cheesy and fast-paced fluff. Enjoy 


“Thank you for shopping with us! And Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Lucy waved at the man leaving her shop, dropping her hand and her smile once he was gone, “Ugh, can this day be over already?”

Lucy Heartfilia co-owned a flower shop with her best friend, Levy McGarden. And today was their busiest day. And since Levy had big plans with her boyfriend, Gajeel, Lucy had to cover the whole day herself.

“Not that it matters,” Lucy grumbled to herself, arranging a new set of roses, “I don’t have anyone to spend the day with anyway, might as well get in some overtime.”

The door opening startled Lucy, simply because of the whirlwind coming after it.

“WHAT?! That’s such a lie!”

“I heard it from Mira, so it’s no lie.”

Lucy looked over her shoulder at the two standing in the shops doorway. Gray Fullbuster and Natsu Dragneel, the two loveable idiots she had known her whole life.

“Hey guys,” Lucy yelled over their arguing, “what are you doing here?”

“I need some flowers for Juvia,” Gray put his hand over Natsu’s mouth to make him stop talking, “got any Lilies?”

“Yeah!” Lucy skipped over to a counter, wiping her hands on her apron, “I’ve got all these, we have some fresh ones in the back I’ll get for you.”

“Thanks, Lucy,” Gray zoned out once he started looking at the colored petals.

“LUCY!” Natsu whirled the blonde around to look at him, their chests bumped against one another’s, causing Lucy to blush, “Tell Gray he’s wrong!”

“About what?” Lucy lightly pushed the man away from her, she was already single on this romantic day, no need to flaunt her ‘secret’ crush in front of her.

“He thinks he looks better than me!”

Blinking, already done with this topic, Lucy sighed. Why did she fall in love with an idiot?

“I do look better than you. I told you even Mira said so,” Gray said, not even bothering to turn around.

“I was asking LUCY!” Natsu roared, “You think I look better, dontcha Lucy?!”

“Um,” scratching her cheek, Lucy said, “you guys both look good-”

“Look!” Natsu lifted his shirt to show off his impressively toned torso.

“N-Natsu!” Lucy covered her eyes, desperately avoiding her desire to look. It was absolutely the last thing she needed was for Natsu to know just how attracted she was to him.

“What are you hiding for? You’ve seen me shirtless before…” If Lucy didn’t know better she would have thought Natsu sounded sad.

“Put your shirt down, pyro,” Gray glared at his frenemy, “can I get a dozen of the dark blue and light blue, maybe mix them up?”

“Sure!” Lucy jumped at the chance to leave the room, “be right back!”

“Wait! Lucy!” She heard Natsu yell once she was behind the curtain in the back room.

Placing a hand over her heart, Lucy willed it to stop pounding.

“He’s your friend… just your friend…” she kept muttering to herself as she made the most beautiful bouquet of her career for Juvia. The woman deserved it after all.

“Wow. Thanks, Lucy!” Gray said when she finally came back out, “those look great.”

“You’re welcome,” Lucy made sure to give him Levy’s exclusive 'friends-only’ discount, “I’m sure I’ll know if she likes it.”

“You might hear tonight with how lucky I’m going to get,” Gray grinned devilishly.

“No one wants to hear about that,” Natsu had his arms crossed, his face buried into his scaly scarf.

“Jealous?” Gray smirked, handing Lucy his card to pay.

“No,” Natsu lowered his face even farther in his scarf before walking deeper into the isles of flowers.

“Sorry about him,” Gray began, but then snickered, “but hey, he is your best friend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy handed the gorgeous bouquet to her honorary big brother, “go easy on him, would you?”

“I never agreed to that,” Gray groaned, moving before Lucy could smack him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy.”

“You too, Gray,” she fixed a few arrangements around the door after he left, only then realizing, “Natsu? Are you still here?”

“Yeah!” she heard him near the back of the store, “Can you come here?”

“Please no mess, please no mess,” she pleaded as she slowly made her way to Natsu.

“I didn’t make a mess,” Natsu growled playfully, “I just wanna buy something!”

“Oh,” Lucy tripped over her own feet, Natsu was standing in front of the counter. He was in ripped work jeans and a red and black coat, his ever-present scarf covered most of his face.

“And what can I get you?” Lucy smiled, trying not to show how awful it felt to sell flowers to her crush on Valentine’s day.

“Two red roses.”

Blink, “Two roses?”

“Yeah,” he grinned his famous grin, “just two.”

“And he calls me weird…” she did as he asked though, “You said Red?”

“Yepp!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet like a little kid.

“Alright,” she made the two flowers look pretty, not as nice as Gray’s, but still pretty.

“Keep the change!” He said as he laid a $20 on the counter, “See ya, Lucy!”

He grabbed the roses and bolted out the door before Lucy could reply.

“Bye,” she sighed as she cashed out the transaction, putting the change in a special slot in the register, “wonder who he’s giving it to…”

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Shawn Mendes One Shot: The Ellen Show. Pt.2

A/N: AYO again! I got so many of you asking for part two so obviously, I did it. I’ve had SOO much fun writing this. This one again is lengthy but I hope it’s worth it? I’ve actually been thinking I might continue more with this as now we’ve finally gotten to the better stuff? I don’t know I might actually make this into a fic? Let me know what you think? Maybe I’ll just do a part 3 to finish it up 100%, or just leave it at this or reboot it to fic? IDK, y’all let me know. Anyways I hope you enjoy regardless!!! :)

The Ellen Show Master List

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“Ready?”

You looked up to your manager and nodded your head like bull riders did in the pins before coming out. Your manager pulled open the black SUV door and you heard the screams that you heard from inside the car. They cheering of what seem predominately girls didn’t escalate a lot as your feet touched the pavement, however, you did notice it increase ever so slightly.

You stepped away from the SUV and began walking towards the alley between the crowds. When you looked into the crowd you didn’t register anything at first. You were mostly concerned with trying to get correctly in place. Your manager escorting you into the correct place on the carpet before you walked out to the cameras.  

“Okay, give me a second, wait here.” My manager said holding up his hand.

Both myself and his assistant stopped where he informed us. Both her I chatted a little to make it not seem awkward that we were standing in the middle of carpet with people running around us.

Suddenly I heard my name being called. I looked up as some fans yelled from the side behind the barricade. I made eye contact with one who was calling to me and waved brightly smiling to her.  They called some more.

Looking to my managers assistant I grinned. “You’re supposed to stay here.” She spoke cautiously.

I patted her shoulder and smiled. “Well, you stay right here. I’ll go say Hello.”

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Turning away from her I began to tip toe over to the crows on the side. Hands started reaching out and screams began to ring in my ears. I found the first girl I had waved to and went up to her.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. “ She said over and over.

“Hiiii!” I smiled. “How are you guys?”

I felt a few hands touch me gently.

“Oh, my god. Can, can I get a picture?” The original girl said stuttering. I beamed, nothing made me happier than when people seemed to genuinely be excited or happy to meet me. “Oh of course!”

She pulled up her phone and held it out to take the picture. “Here let me take it.” I asked reaching for it to get a better angle as she was pushed to the edge of the barricade. I held out the phone taking the picture and a couple more for good measure. She thanked me repeatedly. I moved along a little to the side and spoke to a few more people, taking pictures, signing stuff and talking to them.

“I’m so excited to see the movie in August.” Someone said as I was singing a ticket. My head shot up, I made eye contact with a young teen boy.

“Are you really? Oh my god that makes me so happy to hear!”

He smiled back and asked for a picture. As I clicked for the picture I heard my manager calling my name. I looked down from the camera I was holding up and saw him waving for me to rejoin them. I turned around and said I needed to leave to the people who were still reaching. They all gave me disappointed responses.

“It was so nice to meet all of you. Have a wonderful night.” I smiled once again waving to them, before turning around.  I quickly jogged in my heals over to my manager. He looked at me and to the crowd I had just been with.

“Man, you’re a natural for this. I couldn’t have trained you any better myself.”

I turned my head, not understanding his comment. But before I could question him, he was pushing me forward. A woman in black clothing and a headset came up to us.

“You’ll have to wait for a second. Wait right here.”

We stood waiting as the person in front of me turned and the photographers began to yell her name. It was Vanessa Hudgens, which made you instantaneously feel nervous. Like aways waiting made you nervous, but following Vanessa was more pressure.

Over the yelling of photographers, you heard two screams from the side calling you. You looked to see two young girls yelling your name, arms outstretched papers and sharpies in hand. Without thinking you took off to them, you manager was yelling at you, but you didn’t care.

“Hiii.” You said to the two girls reaching for their pens. You pulled off the cap and quickly signed the two notebooks.

“Oh my god you’re so pretty.” The blonde one said. I thanked them before waving goodbye. Turing, I returned to my manager who was angry.

The woman in black was waiting, they rushed me out onto the main carpet. I walked out gracefully and unrushed, the lady pointed for me to stand. Turning the yelling of my name began. The flashes made me go blind instantly. I had done this only a handful of times before so I tried to remind myself to not get lost.

Smile, relax and pose. My manager’s voice said in my head.

I did just that. I heard the photographers yelling my name at different octaves trying for my attention, I tried to follow them, so they could get the shot. In-between yelling my name they yelled out compliments. This happened for a good thirty seconds before the escort on the carpet touched my arm. Blinded by the flashes I tried to follow her.

“Right here.” She said again, and I believed I had gotten the right spot. This happened twice more before I had reached the end of the carpet. When I reached the end my manager had already gotten to the end somehow and was waiting for me.

“You fucking killed that!” He said grabbing my shoulder and shaking them in excitement. “God damn. Keep it up you’re going to be giving us a raise soon.”

I smiled genuinely happy at both my manager and his assistance’s excitement. Although all this celebrity type stuff wasn’t my favourite I wanted to please them. I wanted to work hard so I could never say I failed because I was too pretentious to put in the work.

My manager escorted us to the next line of press, which was interviews. This was a portion I was always had mixed feelings about. I had only done a few of these but they were sometimes a hit or miss. Sometimes interviewers genuinely didn’t know who I was, which was embarrassing and awkward. My manager quickly readjusted my tops white trap, as it had moved on my shoulder. I looked down and smoothed out my white skirt. I felt a little more exposed in my outfit, I had argued with my manager that it might not be the most appropriate outfit considering the audience of the award show. But he insisted I wear the two piece, white lace bustier top and knee-length skirt. Reasoning that we were wanting to keep my audience older, more serious and mature. He wanted to move me away from the CW audience I had made my appearance with, which was the exact reason for being invited to the Teen Choice Awards show. Wearing this outfit would imply just that, he stated.

“Alright. Let’s go.” A man said from behind us.

I turned and followed him. He pressed me towards a crew. I left my team and began speaking with them. My manager went along behind me looking for other crews and networks for me to speak with. This was a crucial moment.

The interviews went by with good success. I had spoken to Buzzfeed, E! Network, The Young Hollywood and a few other mentionable. They all asked standard questions a few off ones but mostly asked about the upcoming moving and my interview with Ellen. E! Network had been the only one to bring up Shawn. Keeping nonchalant I brushed it off and said that the fans thinking we were cute together was flattering. But followed by reminding them I had never met him before.

After the interviews, we walked inside. My manager escorted us backstage which was buzzing with crew members and celebrities. I caught a few glimpses of actors who gave me butterflies thinking about them being so close to me.

The show was about to start and my manager wanted me to get to our seats. I was seated next to Melissa Benoist, who had been my co-star on Supergirl for the five episodes I had appeared on for their last season. We greeted on another and I was very aware of a camera man taking our picture as we did. We chatted for while and moved on to chatting with numerous people around us. Soon an ambience came over the room, cameras pulled into closer to staged and people began taking places. There was a final announcement that show would be on its way shortly.

A minute or two later the room hushed over and the host for the award show took place on the stage. The music and lights began and soon the show was on its way. I enjoyed my time as this was my first award show of this scale, everything going on around me was new and unexpected.  Although Melissa and I had never spent much time talking to one another offset, we made good appearances for the show and cameras anytime they might be on us.

It was around a quarter into the show when they were transitioning into the next musical performance. I watch someone tall set up onstage within the shadows. He took his place at a piano and I knew exactly who it was.

The host came over the sound system. “Shawn Mendes!”

The lights on the stage dimmed and the fog began to come over the floor, rain drops fell on the monitors as he began to play. Slowly, the spotlight lit him up, and I caught my breath. Seeing him for the first time was nothing like I expected.

He face was shadowed by the spotlight but I saw his brows furrowed in concentration as he played. Coming up to the microphone he began to sing, which really took my breath away. No amount of listening to his album and seeing pictures of him through display screen could simulate what it was like to see him in the physical.

His voice filled my ears and he was all I saw. I was mesmerised.  He continued singing with his hit ‘Stitches’. I knew his set perfectly for the song and saw the guitar and mic waiting for him further upstage. I sang along quietly, watching him sing with so much passion. Suddenly he smiled before standing up from the piano. The crowd went wide and I cheered with them. In the darkness, with the stage display showing a clip of heavy rain pouring I watch him pick up his guitar and come to the mic no more than fifteen feet away from me. Cameras swarmed in front of us pointing forwards him.

With the hit of his guitar the lights lit him up and he began singing the pre-course. I watched as he looked out to the crowd singing to them and only them. When he got into the course and the building was lit up and booming from his hand work. I was bouncing to the music singing every line and word. A camera man came in getting footage of me. I pretended he wasn’t there and played along for the show. But I truly didn’t need to act, as I was enjoying Shawn’s performance.

He hit his guitar with one last stroke and smiled out to the crowd. The audience was loud, he beamed up to them mouthing a thank you before blowing a kiss up to the stands. He looked down lower. Again I was mesmerised. Suddenly he turned his head down into the crowd in front of him. He didn’t look right to me first but scanned quickly and suddenly we made eye contact. It was only for a moment and I’m sure he had no idea who I was before the lights fell dark and he was nothing more than a shadow. Crew members rushed him off stage and into the blackness.

The rest of the next two hours I only wondered if he saw me. I questioned again if he even knew me, had he seen Ellen’s interview?

The rest of the show was long and tiresome. Keeping up appearances would have been better if I had been presenting or nominated for something to give me a bit of excitement but that was not the case. I only hoped it would be in the future.

With time the show was over and my manager guided me backstage again, stopping along the way to get photo opportunities. My manager was over the moon with how much exposure I was gaining from the night. Once back in behind the stage people were everywhere there was people and crew running around. Photographers and publicist. This particular situation was new to me but my manager seemed to know what to do. He was grabbing at any opportunity for me to get, pushing for A-list celebrities. He worked his magic and managed to snag me a moment with Selena Gomez and Tayor Swift. The cameras went off like fireworks as I chatted with them, we turned for a photo and then as fast as they came were both taken away. My manager was ecstatic and to be honest I was little too shell-shocked to understand the scope of what had just happened.

We moved on to other in the room and after a while, a woman came and talked to me. Looking around the room I then caught a glimpse of Shawn. He was tall in the crowd making it easier to find him. I watched him as the woman I didn’t know was talking to me. Attempting to pay attention to her I would glance down but I kept looking back to Shawn. He was smiling to whomever he was speaking with his smile bright and I couldn’t help but feel happy when watching him as he smiled to someone else. I couldn’t imagine how it felt to be on the receiving of his smile. Turing back to the person in front of me I tried to answer their questions but only managed to the word “yeah” out. They gave me an odd look but continued on anyways. They had my attention for only a few seconds more before I looked up towards Shawn again. I was fixated, there was no other word for it. He was all I saw, I just tried to not gawk at him as he spoke to the person at his attention, looking absolutely captivating. His eyes were so warm and bright, I loved looking at them.

Suddenly I looked away, realising that the reason his eyes were so pleasing is because they were looking right at me. I felt the heat in my cheeks, something that hardly happened. Not daring to look again I engrossed myself into the person in front of me, who I still didn’t know.

After a bit, this person left me and my manager pushed me onto the crowd. I then felt a touch right above my wrist and someone with a pleasant voice called my name. The touch disappeared and I looked to the location it came from.

I saw Shawn smiling at me just before a person walked by between us. My heart felt like it fell out of my chest.When the blockage passed he was still there looking at me and smiling. Turning I smiled back, it felt big and hurt my cheeks. “Hi.” I said over the crowd too loud.

“Hi!” He said, extending his hand and opening up his arm. I took his hand and shook it. He leant into me with his open arm and we exchanged a reserved hug for a first greeting. The lights from the ceiling flickers a few times. “So nice to meet you.” Shawn smoothly spoke into the back of my head.

Inhaling I caught his scent. “Ah. Yes. Nice to meet you as well.” I stuttered too distracted by just his scent.

We disconnected and there was an awkward moment. He smiled just for a moment his face gentle.

“Your performance was amazing. I loved it so much.” I burst out, and I began to ramble. “I mean I’ve seen you do it live online so many times but seeing it in person was honestly a long time dream of mine. I was blown away!” As I spoke a smiled came across his face as he listened to me. “I’m honestly such a huge fan.” I finished.

He leant forward and smiled shyly. “Oh thank you that’s so sweet.” He said touching my forearm, which lit up to his touch. “I actually saw you in the audience after.”

I raised my eyebrows, staggered. “You did? Wow. I didn’t even think you knew who I was?” I laughed nervously.

Shawn gave me a beatific smile, touching my arm again. “Of course I know who you are.” He chuckled and it was a warming sound. “I’m still waiting for my marriage proposal.” He then gave me a wink.

My cheeks went hot again, and I loathed the feeling. “Oh, god.” I said placing my hand on my face. “You saw the show.”

Perplexed, he looked at me. “Of course I saw! I love her show.”

“Oh god.” I reached out and touched him for just a moment, this skin was so warm and soft.  The lighting in the room flashed again. It was if our touch was creating shortages in the electrical for the building. “I’m so sorry.” I threw my head back removing my hand. “That’s a little embarrassing.”

“Don’t say that. I found it really flattering.”

I shyly looked away. “Well, I’m glad you did, and didn’t find it creepy.”

He chuckled again and I think I fell in love with the sound. “No. Not creepy at all.”

The room flashed again and I noticed that a man with a camera was standing taking pictures. I looked directly around us and a little ring of privacy was created just around us. The photographer, asked for the picture of both of us.

I looked up to Shawn and he smiled to me and opened his arm for the picture. I turned into his arm, his hand pressed to my middle back and couldn’t help noticed how much I enjoyed the touch. I leant slightly in for the picture, the photographer got a few of us smiling and a few without. My manager and a guy who I assumed was Shawn’s came in the place of the photographer and they took a picture as well. I noticed a few random people behind them did the same. I whispered thought my smile to Shawn.

“Would you mind if I actually got a picture on my phone too?”

Our managers moved away and Shawn removed himself away from me.

Timidly smiling up at Shawn I continued. “Like I said. I’m actually a huge fan so this is a big of a big deal for me.”

He shook his head just slightly as if to say to not be so ridiculous. “Of course. As long as I get one as well. I’m a fan of you as well.”

I giggled reaching into my small red clutch. “Oh don’t falsely flatter me.”

Shawn pulled out his from his back jean pocket. “I’m not.” He said looking serious. “I started off in school musicals, to say I wasn’t excited for a remake of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ would be disrespectful.”

I looked down at my phone trying to hide how flattered I was at him knowing what I was working in.  

“You’re alright with Snapchat?” I asked politely my finger hovering over the app. Shawn pulled up his phone to show me the opened app on his. We chuckled at one another before he shuffled closer to me for the picture. I leant into him and he pulled it up both of us showing up on the screen. He looked perfect. I smiled at the sight of him and me together in a picture. He tapped the button for the picture, we relaxed our pose and he touched at his phone.

“A silly one?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy so close to my ear.

I agreed as he set up his phone after a few moments for another picture. We returned for a pose again, and both we posed. We both make a shocked face lips were parted and eyes wide. I giggled at the coincidence before reposing for the picture. Shawn took the picture and then we move onto taking one on my phone. We only got to do one, before Shawn’s name was being called by someone. Shawn looked up and indicated he needed to move on.

“It was so nice to meet you.” He said reaching to hug me with one arm. I reached back returning it.

“Likewise.” I beamed, my cheeks hurting again.

His hand was still on my forearm. “Hey, listen we should hang out sometime. If you want?”

I raised my eyebrows stupefied at the offer. “Yeah, that would be great.”

He held my arm tighter and smiled. “Great! Listen I’ll get my guy to contact your guy if that works for you?”

I nodded unable to speak.

“Again, I’m so glad to have met you. Have a great night.” He smiled brightly to me once last time before himself and his touch disappeared into the crowd.  

The crowd around me swallowed me up again. My manager came into view and his cold hands were only my shoulder.

“Oh, my god. That was great. You did such a great job. You really sold that!”

His words confused me. “What?” I asked my voice distance and preoccupied. My brain was filled with images of what had just happened. I held up my phone the picture of Shawn and myself still waiting on it. I published it to my Snapchat story after saving it.  My managers cool hands then pushed me around the room for the rest of the night because I was gone. Whatever logic or attention I had, left with Shawn. Part of me was terrified of how I was feeling but the other part was elated. Nothing could live up to this.

It wasn’t until the lights and sounds were gone in the black SUV driving us to an after party that I really came to my reality.

“I met Shawn,” I whispered as I looked out the window as the L.A lights went by. “I cannot believe this.”

“You did amazing at the show.” My manager said grabbing my attention. “You got so much exposure. You interacted with fans naturally. So many good pictures.” He turned to his assistant. “Make sure we are pushing those.”

I turned to my manager saying his name and telling him to  “Shut up.” He stopped.

I began to shake my head in disbelief. “All of this is really happening isn’t it?”

He grinned at me. “It really is.” His hand touched my knee. “It’s only going to get bigger, trust me.”

I looked away from him and back to the window. “I couldn’t think of anything better.”

I felt an icy hand on my hot shoulder. It was warm in the club for the after party. I turned around my manager was leaning into my ear.

“Shawn’s manager got into contact with me.” Instantly I was fully attentive to him. “Saying you and Shawn wanted to get together sometime?”

I looked up in the dark room and nodded eagerly.

‘Well, he’s only in town until tomorrow afternoon. And with the promo for the movie you’re going to be swamped for the next two months. The only time that works for the both of you in the next three months is tomorrow morning?”

“Okay?” I answered. “So?”

“Well, are you good with that.” My manager yelled into my ear.

“Yeah!” I yelled back.

“Alright well, it will be early. I’ll get back to Andrew. We should get you out of here then. Don’t want to be up to late and miss tomorrow.”

I nodded in agreement, excited to leave the party. My manager really had wanted me to attend the party but I wasn’t into it and was just going along for the benefits it could give me. All this was for the better, right?


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Someday- Morgan Rielly

Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Lexi, this is a puck.” your husband said to your 3 month old daughter. “A puck. This is one of the things daddy plays with with your uncle Jake and uncle Auston. We hit this with sticks and pray it goes past the man guarding the net to get a goal.”

You smiled and watched from the couch as Lexi stared at the black rubber object in her father’s hand. “Babe, she’s barely 3 months old. You’ve shown her a puck several times already, too. I think she knows what it is.”

“Well still, I’m just making sure she’s getting the proper early teaching.” he grinned, picking up the plushie of Carlton the Bear you two had bought for her when you were out looking for nursery stuff. “This is Carlton. You’ll be seeing him a lot because of my team. He’s very fluffy and he may seem a little scary, but he’s alright and a good mascot. Okay? Good.”

You rolled your eyes, but you still couldn’t help but smile at your husband and how adamant he was with your daughter and hockey. Of course, it is going to be a massive part of her life since her father is who he is. However, teaching her hockey terms and what hockey objects are before she can even crawl or roll over is a little much to you. Maybe it’ll do good in the long run, though.

He was the best father in the whole world and Lexi was a daddy’s girl already without question. Ever since he held her for the first time, he’s been wrapped around her teeny, little finger. She loves her daddy so much. She always seems to cheer up whenever he’s around and she seems to do the same to Mo.

Morgan cried when you told him you were 2 months pregnant back in August of last year. He’d always wanted to be a father and now it was really happening after only a few months after you two had gotten married. He was so happy when he found out you two were having a girl. “A little princess for him to protect” as he put it. He cried back in April when she entered the world and again when he held her for the first time. His little Lexi Rose Rielly. She was his little princess as well as yours. She was everything.

You giggled as your husband held up your Rielly jersey, apparently not wanting to use his own. He smiled and gave you a wink before turning back to your daughter.

“Sweetheart, this is the most important bit. So I need you to pay attention here. This is a jersey. I’ve already shown you that. But I mean what’s right here.” he cooed, pointing at the logo in the center. “These are the Leafs. The Toronto Maple Leafs. It’s the team your uncles and I play for and the one I grew up with. And it’s yours now, too.”

Lexi stared at the logo and where her dad was pointing with big eyes full of wonder at the blue fabric. It made you smile. “I think she’s taking interest.”

Your husband grinned and basically told your daughter a summarized version of the Maple Leafs history, trying to make the parts where they were very bad very short since he- in his own terminology- “didn’t want to scare her away from them.” It was pretty cute.

“And there’s a lot of good players to name too that were on the Maple Leafs. Tim Horton, Mats Sundin, Ace Bailey, Terry Sawchuk, Felix Potvin, your uncle Phil-” he was stopped when he heard your giggling fit from the couch. “Babe?”

You cleared your throat and pulled yourself together. “Sorry, babe. I just… Well…”

“Well what?” he smiled, putting his hands on his hips. “What’s got you laughing?”

“It’s nothing. Well…” you trailed off, smiling. “It’s just that you’re taking this so.. seriously. She can’t even crawl yet or eat solid food and you’re teaching her the history of the Maple Leafs and showing her all this hockey stuff.”

“Well, I just want to make sure she knows it. This is how my mom and dad did it with me. And look at how I turned out.” he shrugged, looking back at Lexi. “Maybe she’ll do the same if not better than what I do.”

You stared at him. “You want her to be a hockey player?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“But I thought you said-”

“I know.” he recalled. “I said I didn’t want her to because she’s my little girl. But then I realized that upset you because that’s basically what your dad said to you when you were little and I realized how that was kinda messed up and how much it would break my heart to tell her she couldn’t play if she wanted to. And then I saw her watching highlights with me early one morning a couple months ago after we got knocked out by the Lightning. She was maybe a month old and already she looked at hockey like it was one of the more amazing things she’d ever seen. I don’t want to hurt my girls. So… I changed my mind.”

You were a bit stunned. “You did? You mean that?”

He nodded. “Yeah, (Y/N). I mean that. Every word. If she wants to be a hockey player, she can be a hockey player.”

You grinned and got up to hug him. “Thank you so so much, baby! You don’t know what that means to me!”

He hugged back. “I know. I didn’t want to be a jacka-… jerk like your dad was. She can play hockey if she well pleases and I won’t stop her.”

You grinned. “So… You think she will be a hockey player?”

He smiled. “I think she’ll be a great one, someday. Be one of the best defense women Toronto’s ever seen.”

“And what if she wants to play forward?”

“Then I’ll tell Auston and Mitch they’ve lost their babysitting privileges.”

You giggled. “And what about goalie?”

“Then Freddy will lose his too.” he joked. “Just teasing… But, if I have my way, she’ll be on defense.”

“Sure, babe.” you said, kissing his cheek. “But yeah. Someday.”

“Someday. She just has to learn to skate first. And walk before that. And crawl before then-”

“Let’s get her to eat solid food first and then we’ll talk about crawling. One step at a time, babe.”

“Okay.” he smiled. “Come on, I think little Lexi needs her nap.”

You looked down to see her dozing off on her play mat. “Are you tired, baby girl? Someone need her nap? Come on.”

You knelt down and picked her up before carrying her upstairs with your husband trailing behind you both to the nursery. You smiled and kissed her head before carefully placing her gently in her crib. “Sleep well, baby girl. We love you.”

“Sleep well, little princess.” Morgan smiled. “We love you so much.” he placed the Carlton Bear at the bottom corner of the crib before leaving the nursery quietly with you. “I think we should nap, too. Don’t get much sleep with a new baby around.”

“We should.” you smiled. “But you can join me once you’re done putting all that stuff away.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled at you. “Fair enough.” he said, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go put this stuff away and then I’ll come join you.”

“Thank you, darling.” you noted before heading to the master bedroom and climbing into bed and waiting for your husband. It took a few minutes, but he came back and put your jersey back in the closet before joining you in bed.

“Done.”

“Thank you.” you noted, snuggling into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “Sweet dreams, babe.”

“Sweet dreams.” he replied with a yawn before kissing your head and falling fast asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes for an afternoon’s nap.

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9. things you said when i was crying, narry

a whopping 4.8k of ever-so-slightly future fic where the boys assemble to meet liam’s baby, and harry grapples with how things change

Harry slides into the backseat, buckles his seat belt, and pops his earbuds in to listen to the mix Jeff (Bhasker, not Azoff) emailed him this morning. He waves to his driver and offers him a smile, as well as an apologetic little gesture to the glinting pink phone in his hand. He nods at him in the rearview mirror, smiles back, and reverses them out of the pilates studio parking lot.

Sweat sticks Harry’s shirt to the small of his back and his underarms and the inner curve of his knees, his back positively singing in relief. He’d been feeling sore and rundown, and he couldn’t tell whether his back aches from the strain of a good workout or whether he’s been sleeping curled up in a tight little ball again, his joints locked up by the end of the night. Maybe he’s coming down with a cold. He jots down a little note in his notes app to pick up some more cold medicine and herbal tea.

His notes are absolutely bursting with things he has to do. Really he’d be better off asking his personal assistant, Eloise, to pick up the tea for him, but last time he saw her, she was juggling three phones and the fattest appointment book he’s ever seen. The circles under her eyes were so dark they didn’t even look real; Harry’d been halfway to asking if they weren’t, if there was a new trend afoot in the fashion world?

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August Prompt Free for All, 8/21. Some Zimbits/Holsom OT4 (read this first) for @disney-princess-in-the-making Thanks so much, dude, and I hope you’re okay with this rarepair nonsense I’ve made. 

@jack-manpain-zimmermann collab’d with me and did what they do best because we can’t stop won’t stop.


Jack’s eyes have been open for less than three seconds and he’s already annoyed. His pillow is moving, shifting back and forth under his cheek and Jack will not have it. He rolls closer with a little huff, burrowing into the warm pocket he’s found. Bitty shifts behind him, letting out a sleepy protest before nuzzling against Jack’s back. Jack’s pillow lets out a sigh and goes still for a few glorious seconds and Jack’s almost asleep when there’s a vibration beneath his cheek.

“Jack,” Holster whispers. He shifts again and then there’s a hand combing through Jack’s hair, scratching at his scalp gently until he opens his eyes again. Jack raises his head, face falling into a sour expression. Holster’s hair is sticking up in every direction but his eyes are clear and he smiles even though Jack is glaring at him. Ransom’s still asleep on his other side, his face tucked against Holster’s neck. He sniffs in his sleep but is otherwise unbothered by their conversation. Holster’s fingers glide from the crown of Jack’s head to the base of his skull, brushing through the short hair on the back of his neck. “You can go back to sleep in thirty seconds but you have to get off of me. I have to pee and I’m starving.”

Holster’s always hungry the morning after a game, too excited and jumpy with the last dredges of adrenaline coursing through his veins to eat after they’ve finally finished the post-game media circus. Every morning after, without fail, Holster’s stomach is their alarm clock because he always sleeps in the middle when it’s all four of them together. They’re tangled up together now; when Jack shifts his legs under the blankets he can’t tell who he’s bumping up against.

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On a side note: I did get his permission to put these pics up and to tell this story. If you have any other questions please message me and I’ll try to post what answers I can. 

This is my mate from London, met him while out on the club scene in 2014. He used to always be out taking drugs, partying and fucking so many guys. A real recognisable face everyone knew him and everyone fancied him. He used to get loads of attention, modelled quite a few club nights and even modelled fashion stuff as well.

Anyway in early 2015 he was prosecuted for some drug charge and sent to prison for 16 months. While in prison without his drug taking partying lifestyle he jus got massively overweight. His chiselled abs and rock hard pecs swelled and softened, and his belly just ballooned out in front of him as he wasn’t really able to be active he said that he just became really lazy, watched tv and ate snacks all day for the whole time. He was weighed when he went in, he was 5′10″ and 167 lbs and left 16 months later 236 lbs. Since he has been out he is still gaining more weight even though he has made poor attempts to get back into shape. 

Now back in London I made contact with him again. He wanted a hook up and when before I wasn’t his first pick, all his former gym bunny conquests aren’t interested in him now he has let himself go and let himself get so massively overweight. 

I see him occasionally, firstly I was shocked at how big he was and would tease him about his chubby fingers, his slight waddle and how his vest barely fits over his round belly now. Now he knows I’m into him being big and gaining more weight and even though he says he is ‘trying’ to lose weight, he lacks self control with me and I can always get him to pig out at a buffet or chug a few beers at a bar. Even had some feeding sessions while having sex where he has chugged pints of cream for me. Its weird how before I was too fat and not ripped enough for him and how I am in way better shape than him and I’m making him get fatter and fatter and becoming a big blubber boy. 

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For OQ Prompt Party Day 7: 118. Roland finds two kittens, they love Regina the most.


They’ve been trying to wear her down for weeks – months, even. Ever since Lydia turned two, Henry and Roland have been lobbying for a pet.

She’d forbidden a puppy point-blank. She doesn’t have the time, or the energy, to deal with an apartment full of chewed shoes and puddles of pee. Lydia is enough of a destroyer as it is, she doesn’t need an accomplice.

And kittens, well… She’s never really been a fan. They just seem too… prissy, too aloof. Self-sufficient, yes, that’s great, but… She’s just not a pet person.

In the end, though, the decision is made for her, on a muggy night in late August. They’ve left the baby to the capable hands of Belle and August, opting to take the boys to a dinner that doesn’t involve high chairs or Cheerios. Something more grown up as a final send-off to summer before school starts.

It was Henry’s turn to choose, and there hadn’t been a moment of hesitation: he wanted “Chinatown dumplings” – what he calls the pork soup dumplings that he and Emma often go stuff themselves with on their regular playdates. She always takes him to the same place—a little cash-only hole-in-the-wall down below Canal Street—and it’s apparently serious business.

They sit around a communal table, and Henry instructs them very carefully in the right way to eat their dumplings without spilling the soup or burning their tongues (Roland does both, but he doesn’t seem to mind), and by the time they leave, they’re all happy and packed to the gills with dumplings, and rice, and beef with string beans, and orange shrimp, and chicken lo mein.

They stroll down darkened streets together, Robin’s arm slung over her shoulder, the boys several paces ahead chattering away – close enough that it doesn’t feel unsafe but far enough that they feel like they have their freedom.

It’s been a good night. A wonderful night.

So when the boys stop near a small mountain of trash piled up by the curb, she doesn’t think much of it. She notices, sure, and grimaces, and says a prayer of thanks that she’d thrown a fresh bottle of hand sanitizer in her purse just yesterday. But she doesn’t call out to them until they’re bending down and reaching toward the pile.

Even then, it’s only a stern (but mild), “Stay out of the trash!”

Henry glances up and waves a hand fervently at them, beckoning them forward, but Roland’s attention is rapt.

When she and Robin catch up, it becomes immediately clear why.

One of the garbage bags has a hole in it, little bits of fish and sour liquid spilled out on the sidewalk, and there, making a meal of it, is a pair of calico kittens.

“Daddy, look!” Roland exclaims, reaching out and scooping up one of the mangy little things before Regina can stop him. It meows loudly, twisting in his grasp, and all Regina can think about is fleas. Fleas, and maybe rabies.

“I see, my boy,” Robin says, crouching down near the piles and saying, “But we should probably put him back where we found him, so his mummy and daddy can find him.”

“He doesn’t have a mummy and daddy,” Roland insists. “They’re all alone, and they’re hungry!” Regina is entirely unsurprised that he turns those big, dark eyes on her and pleads, “Can we take them home, Regina?”

She’s loath to break his tender heart, but still, “Absolutely not.”

She says it kindly, but she says it all the same.

“Mom, please.” It’s Henry this time. It’s not-so-little boy’s pleading eyes, and he’s scooping up the other kitten as she winces, cupping his scrawny body carefully, and saying, “Look how skinny they are! They’re starving, they’re eating garbage.”

“They’re covered in fleas,” Regina reasons gently. “And we don’t have anything for them – no food, no litter box, no—”

“We can get them!” Roland argues, cradling his yowling little dirtball against his shirt, and now he’s got fleas, too, hasn’t he?

“Yeah, Mom, it’s not that late,” Henry encourages. “We could get all that stuff. And we could give them a bath to get rid of any bugs. I don’t think they even have any!”

Regina narrows her eyes, bending close to get a good look at the little critters. They’re grubby, their white patches grayed with dirt; she can’t tell if the little black flecks she sees are more dirt or the dreaded fleas.

She glances toward Robin, and points out, “You’ve been suspiciously quiet over there.”

He just shrugs, stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and says, “I’m hearing out their arguments.”

“We can’t leave them,” Roland insists, petting the top of one little head. “What if they die out here? They wouldn’t die at our house, please, Regina? We need to save them. They’re only babies!”

He’s starting to get worked up, holding that squirming ball of fluff closer as his eyes start to well up with tears.

She’s going to regret it, she’s certain of it, but she knows that Roland is right. The kittens seem to be abandoned, they’re all skin and bones and dingy fur, and they’ll certainly suffer out here on their own. Suffer, and maybe die.

So she sighs, deeply, and relents, “Okay, we can bring them home,” earning a twin chorus of Yes! from the boys, and a dimpled grin from her husband.

And just like that, their family is two kittens larger.

They just barely make it to the pet store before closing, and make quick work of stocking up on “the essentials.” Which apparently include not only a bed (she insists on just one, it’s large enough for both kittens), a flea dip, a litter box, some kitten food, but also a pair of itty bitty collars with jingling bells, two packets of felt mice, a handful of catnip treats, a dangling feather…

They leave laden, the boys cradling the most precious cargo, Robin and Regina hefting all the rest, and as they make their way home, she asks, “So what will we name them?”

“I suppose we need to find out if they’re boy kittens or girl kittens first,” Robin reasons, but the boys heartily disagree.

“We can give them names that work for both!” Henry insists, and it’s decided that he and Roland get to name a kitten each.

Henry decides to give his kitten the apt moniker of Dumpling, in honor of when and where they were found.

“I’m gonna name mine after our dinner, too!” Roland insists, and Regina wonders if they’re going to end up with Shrimpy, or Orange. But in the end, kitten number two is christened Noodles.

“Not Noodle?” Regina asks, but Roland is adamant.

“Nope. Noodles.”

And so they are, Dumpling and Noodles.

Their first bath reveals that, yes, they most definitely have fleas, and a strong aversion to water. But they manage to get them cleaned up, and flea-dipped, and get their little bellies full of soggy kibble.

And Regina has to admit that they’re actually pretty cute. Those white patches are properly white, and their scrubbed fur is soft and surprisingly fluffy when it dries. They sleep curled up in that little bed together, purring happily, and Roland watches them adoringly, telling Regina again and again how happy they look, how they saved them, isn’t she glad they saved them.

And yes, she has to admit, she is.

She’s not thrilled at the prospect of their furniture (or their toddler) getting scratched all to hell, but she thinks that she’d have had a hard time not thinking about those little, purring bundles wandering the streets eating trash.

Lydia, as it turns out, loves the kittens. Loves them. Adores them – in an Elmira from Tiny Toons sort of way. Robin and Regina are constantly reminding her Gentle, gentle… We pet, we don’t squeeze…

They’re also constantly reminding the kittens (they’re a boy and a girl, it turns out) to scratch on their new post and not the kitchen chairs. To gnaw on, well, anything but Henry’s fingers or Regina’s hair. To not frolic all over Regina’s legs as she naps on the couch after dinner. They’re lively – damn near manic – when they descend upon their catnip toys.

But Regina has to admit, it’s nice to have company in the wee hours of the morning when she drags herself out of bed to shower and dress. She finds their insistent little mews as she fills their food bowls a cheerful welcome to the world of the waking, enjoys the soft brush of their furry bodies around her ankles as she readies herself for the day post-shower.

And okay, yes, they do make lovely, warm space heaters when they curl themselves into the bend of her knee at night, or crawl up and settle down on her chest, their steady rumbling echoing against her heart.

She catches Robin smiling at her one night, while she scratches Noodles behind his ears, Dumpling’s fluffy form stretched over her thigh.

“What?” she asks him, and Robin’s grin just widens.

“Not a pet person,” he mutters, a hint of mocking in his voice, and she realizes she’s somehow become a veritable cat lady, despite her hesitance to take in these silly little ruffians.

Regina just rolls her eyes, gives Noodles’ ears a little tug, and tells Robin through her grin, “Shut up.”

(FFnet/Ao3)

OQ Prompt Party Week

Hi everyone! I set up a Tumblr because I thought it would be the easiest place to post all of the prompts for the OQ Prompt Party week. 

If you’d like to take part, just select any of the prompts from the list below and write a fic, make a video or create some art based on it. Please note that more than one person may choose the same prompt.

You may submit new stories or include the prompts in any of your existing verses.

Artists & Video makers may use any of the prompts, but there are some Art/Video specific ones at the bottom of the post.

I have condensed some of the prompts that were a little too long… and feel free to take some liberties with some of the more specific prompts!

If you have any questions, please tweet @OQPromptParty

OQ Prompt Party week will run from 21st - 27th August. Please don’t post anything until then.


Prizes: 

Everyone who posts a prompt for all seven days of the OQ Prompt Party week will be sent a limited edition, one of a kind Outlaw Queen button/badge. These will never be available again, so don’t miss out! 

Each day there will also be the opportunity to win another prize. You will be entered into a prize draw and the more prompts you write, the more times your name will be entered into the draw. I will announce which prizes will be available on each day soon. 

There will also be a separate prize for most prompts included in a single one-shot/chapter (crack!fic encouraged). 


And now! Without further ado, here are your prompts: 


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anonymous asked:

Hey, what was the context of Jemma saying 'I'm a tart for a laugh' at the talk on Saturday? could you do like a summary of things she said? xxx thanks!!!

I can absolutely do a summary!! The ‘I’m a tart for a laugh’ was in response to what her favourite role was, which was a farce that she did many moons ago (I cannae remember what it was called tho)

I’ll stick the rest under a cut here, bc it’s about to get long lads (99% of this is paraphrasing bc i have a brain like a sieve):

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