going towards the future i have planned

pssst, emma canonically sailed on the jolly roger before she was even born.

Temper Temper

Originally posted by daengerously-intaense


Summary: After several hunts leave you in a disgusting mess and your temper is flaring, you and the boys hit a restaurant for some much needed sustenance and things happen.

Pairing/Character: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1622

Warnings: None really

A/N: Written for Andi’s back in the game challenge. My prompt was: : “I’d die for you, kill for you, and if you take another one of my fries, I’ll just plain kill you.” it’s in bold.

Beta: the fabulous and wonderful @skybinx-blog Thanks again Leah! *muah*

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“Nonstop monsters. That’s what  my life had narrowed down to. For the last six weeks, the three of us had been zig zagging across the states involved in some of the weirdest and hardest hunts I  had ever come across. Let’s not talk about how it seemed like the supernatural asshats, seemed to have focused on me for the inevitable, disgusting ends they met.

So far, I had been ectoplasmed, been covered  by shredded okami, then there was that damn clown that had exploded leaving behind glitter-that I was still finding on me and my clothes and let’s not forget the demon who exploded thanks to Crowley’s snap of fingers and his “Sorry, pet, I just couldn’t listen to him prattle on anymore.” After all the supernatural messes, Cas had gotten me chased into a lake by a swarm of pissed off bees, because he thought they would be better off in a “happy” tree, leading up to tonight’s virtual shit show of being chased by a werewolf in the rain which is where we pick up our story fair readers. Hang on it’s about to get messy.”

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You have to let go - move on!

Summary: Takes place after ‘MOVING ON, Part ½: Exploring Nostalgia’. After Logic is gone, Nostalgia seems to overtake the personalities of Thomas. But as we learned, Nostalgia is a good thing - right? Or was Logan right all along?

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“Of course I remember the 5th season of ‘Lost’!” Thomas smiled and Patton took out some old magazines of musical-shows. “Or the Broadway-shows you saw? Or you played? Wasn’t that wonderful? Wasn’t it a blast?” Patton almost screeched and Thomas nodded. “Yes! Or give it come on!” He begged and took the magazines, after Patton threw them to him. “Oh and look at that!” Roman sighed happy and showed an old walkman. “Cassettes! You recored your first songs on cassettes! How beautiful!” He sang and looked to the stairs of the room. 
“Come on you sassy-downplayer, this is also something for you, you can’t deny it!” Romans smile disappeared as he saw how Virgil was clenching his hand around his chest and tried to catch his breath. Also Patton and Thomas looked worried at the characterization of Thomas’ anxiety, who was visibly not feeling well. 
“Virgil…are you alright?” Patton asked slowly and his fatherly voice almost shook a little bit. To everyone’s surprise, Virgil even tried to smile a little bit as he looked up. But due to his now even darker eyeshadows and paler skin, it looked down right scary. 
“I’m fine…” Virgil whispered almost not audible and Thomas cleared his throat. “Virgil…are you sure you’re….”


Ï̶̟̺͍̪̻̜̳̌̋́̅̃ ̵̮̂ͅŞ̵̮̟̠͍̠̦̓͒͐̈͠Ả̸̝͔͓͙̦I̷͖̥̟͌̾̀̈͛͜Ḓ̵̛̟͕͋̽̏ͅ ̷̻̪̹̎I̶͙̋̃͠'̶̹͓̈͌Ṃ̴̲̪͖͚̠͚͑̂̈̚͝ ̷̘̠͇̭̌́̏͗͑F̶̮̓͋̋̏͘Ǐ̴͇̯̫̤̯́͜N̶͔̩̰͎̱̿͋̓̕͘E̷̢̪̳̎͛̚͠!̸̢̲̳̲̳͚̹̿͗̍̄̾ ̴͖͇̽́̀̂̿̋͝


Virgil immediately putted his hand over his mouth after everyone flinched because of his horrific voice. The eyes of the anxiety were wide opened and looked at everyone filled with panic. The hands were horribly shaking and Virgil’s breathing was stocking and not in a calm rhythm. 
“That’s not good…” Roman gasped and Thomas nodded. “I guess it’s better that we’re going back…maybe…Logan was right and…”
“No…no Thomas. Think about the beautiful things we’re having here!” Patton begged and pointed around the room. “Look at all these memories! Look at what we have! He’s here Thomas! Here we’re having him! And he’s not leaving!” Roman, Thomas and Virgil looked with a raised eyebrow to Patton and Roman was the first who found his voice again. “Oh-oh….I have to admit Virgil but know i see what you meant…Thomas, get us out of here! This isn’t good. Definitely not good!” Roman turned his head towards Virgil and was shocked as he saw that Virgil was supporting himself on the banisters. The face grimaced in pane and the shaking was even worse than before. 
“Virgil…everything okay?” This time, after Romans question, Virgil honestly shook his head and even let out a little whimper. Now Roman finally realized, how overwhelmed Virgil was. 

“Thomas, get us out of here! Now! Logan was right all along! I can’t believe I’m saying this, consider I was the first with the crazy clenching ideas, but you have to let go! WE have to let go!” Roman pleaded and for the first time, the charming prince sounded more like a reasonable king then a dreaming royal. 
“No Roman! You said it yourself! We can win him over! He will back! We’ll be together again!” Patton said more towards Thomas and Thomas was visibly more drawn towards his heart, than his creativity or anxiety. “But Thomas, clenching to the past doesn’t bring you further, doesn’t help you continue…GOD I’M NOT GOOD AT THIS! LOGAN!” Roman screamed and to his surprise, Logic did appeared. His first look was towards Virgil who looked at him with his pain written face. 

“That’s ten minutes! Ten minutes were I was gone!” He moaned and Roman pointed at Thomas and Patton who were obviously not in this world anymore. “Okay, we get it! El principe es estupido! Okay? Now can we take care of the real problem?” Roman begged to Logan and Logic sighed. “Fine, maybe this will help…” Logan gave in and clapped in his hands, so Thomas and Patton were looking at him. 
“Oh what?! Now you’re saying again that I’m not able to let go?” Patton said highly insulted and Logan took a deep breath. But he said nothing, but simply pointed to Virgil, who now had visibly difficulties to keep standing. His pale, pain written face was looking at everyone. 
“Dear god!” Thomas gasped and Patton laid his hands over his mouth. “If you stay even longer here Thomas and try to clench at the “good times”…” Logan began and even did the quotation marks visibly “…you get closer and closer to a nervous breakdown. Virgil is already suffering and it doesn’t get better if we’re staying here!” 
“But…but….but…” Patton sobbed and clenched a pink sketchbook in his arms. Pressing it towards his chest and so his heart. “I can’t….it hurts…I don’t want to be hurt…” 
“Patton…” Thomas sighed and even Logan was lost for words. Roman was the one who opened his mouth to say something, but Virgil was faster. 

“̴I̴ ̶k̵n̶o̴w̵ ̸i̸t̷ ̵h̷u̶r̸t̴s̴.̵.̵.̴b̴u̶t̶ ̴s̸o̴m̶e̴t̷i̸m̴e̷s̵ ̷g̸o̵o̴d̵ ̵m̵e̸m̷o̴r̷i̴e̵s̶ ̴h̵a̶v̴e̷ ̴t̵o̸ ̵h̸u̶r̵t̷,̴ ̸o̴t̵h̴e̷r̵w̶i̵s̶e̷ ̸w̶e̸ ̶d̷o̸n̵'̸t̸ ̵l̴e̶a̵r̷n̶ ̴f̶r̴o̵m̸ ̸t̸h̷e̸m̸ ̴a̴n̴d̴ ̷c̷a̷n̶'̵t̶ ̴l̴e̸a̸r̴n̸ ̷t̸o̵ ̷m̶o̶v̶e̵ ̷o̸n̸.̶ ̵W̸e̷ ̸w̷i̴l̴l̶ ̸a̵l̵l̷ ̴b̶e̴ ̷h̸e̶r̶e̵ ̶f̶o̷r̵ ̸y̷o̵u̶ ̸P̷a̸t̸t̴o̸n̶.̶.̶.̴b̵u̵t̶ ̴p̸l̸e̶a̶s̸e̶.̶.̵.̶y̷o̶u̵ ̷h̷a̵v̸e̴ ̶t̵o̸.̸.̷.̷U̴N̴G̵H̵.̷.̵.̷!̸"̵

Virgil clenched even harder to his chest and fell on his knees. Logan stretched his arms towards anxiety and looked panicked to Thomas. “Virgil’s right!” Thomas said, now back to be in his grounded state “Patton. It hurts. I know. I miss him so much. But it’s over and we have to move on. And we have our friends who support us. Help us being creative during the hart phases!” Roman gave Thomas the thumbs up to show his approval. “Help us learning how do deal with this situations and even learn something new!” Logan fixed his tie and smiled. “To get smarter than everyone” He added to his gesture and Thomas looked Patton deeply in the eyes. “And our anxiety helps us to get rid of these hard emotions and concerning the factors for a future relationship…but we have to move on…and we can only to this by letting it go and so also let our feelings go…” 
Patton closed his eyes and tears were running down his cheeks. But still he nodded. “I don’t want my dark baby to be hurt…for no man on this universe…” He whispered and look worried towards Virgil. “Get us out of here Thomas…think about the future…” Patton said and Thomas thought about his projects and plans about the future, beaming everyone out of Pattons room. 

“Back to normal!” Logan sighed in relief.
“Darn I forgot my old outfit!” Roman grunted and snapped his fingers, while Virgil finally caught his breath again and let the fresh air going through his lungs. “Oh thank god…” He gasped and laid his hands on his throat “normal voice again!” He, Thomas and the others looked at Patton who was standing in his corner. Still clenching the book in his arms and silently crying. 
“Patton…you saved me…” Virgil said in a whispering tone and the heart looked up and saw the warm smile of the anxiety. “Thank you…” 
“That was a big thing you did for our prince of darkness” Roman agreed and crossed his arms “Truly the act of an hero.” 
“Very brave indeed” Logan also confirmed and Thomas looked worried at his heart. “Dad…” He says warmly and Patton looked at him “if someone can help me get through this and help me to let go…it’s you.” Patton smiled sadly and wiped a tear out of his eye corner. “You never called me dad before…” He sobbed and looked at Virgil “No…one should ever make you feel even worse than you feel now. No man in the world…” Virgil returned the warm smile to Patton. “I think…I’ll manage to stay for a little bit longer in your room. Do you have a dark cat onesie?” 
After Virgil’s question, Pattons signature grin came up. “DO I?!”

I hate when people reduce ReySkys to just being “mad that our theory was wrong”. 

Like yeah, I did have plenty of self-indulgent reasons for wanting ReySky and I still stand firm in my opinion that TFA pointed towards it heavily, but that’s not even the main reason i’m upset that it didn’t happen. 

The main reason I held onto ReySky so tightly (especially towards the end) is because I was desperately clinging to the hope that Disney wasn’t planning on killing the Skywalker family. 

When I watched all of the movies, I immediately fell in love with the story of the Skywalkers….a dramatic space family that constantly gravitated towards both the light and dark side, but ultimately always chose light. For me, they’re the main heart of SW, and 95% of the reason i’m invested in it. 

So TLJ killing ReySky was also them killing the Skywalkers. It confirmed to me that any future SW movies Disney cranks out most likely isn’t going to have Skywalkers in them, that their story is over (and they ended horribly). And I know some people are able to welcome that change of direction but for me, it’s a tough pill to swallow. 

The last Skywalker ever is going to be a pissy man-child who murdered Han Solo. And even though it’s not the worst thing about TLJ, i’m not going to apologize for being upset by it. 

Tonight I tried to describe what going on ADHD medication was like and came up with a very ADHD metaphor:

It’s like my thoughts were all these transparent, insubstantial fish swimming around my head. I could see through them, and I could try to reach for them, but my hands would pass through them. The only time I could get anything done with one of them was when it swam into my head, and suddenly that was the one I had to deal with. And then it swam off again. I couldn’t decide which fish to pull down or where they went.

And then going on meds was like… they started to have substance and texture. I could begin to catch hold of them. I could reach out and pull one of them towards me, and do something with it. If they were clustering where I didn’t want, I could shoo them away for a minute. If one of them was trying to swim away from me, I could take a deep breath and grip it a little firmer. If I focus, I can see what’s swimming around me and make plans for the future. They’re still fish, and they’re still swimming around my head, but I have a little more control now.

The bottom line: I cheated on Lauren. A couple of my friendships had completely inappropriate boundaries/no boundaries at all. I was sent nude pictures and in return I sent a few pictures in my underwear. Sexual topics were discussed and I participated in the conversations. This was largely passed off in the moment as “body-positivity” or “sex-positivity”, but it was neither. It was inappropriate and it was cheating. A large part of this only became known to me when it became known to Lauren. After a long period of confusion, trying to sort things out, and working with my therapist, it was discovered that I was dissociating and repressing memories having to do with this sort of thing as a result of past sexual abuse. That being said, that doesn’t account for even close to all of what happened. I was cognizant of way too much of my behaviors and my friendships, but I continued this and never told Lauren.

This all came to light in April, but we are still together, working very hard to make things work. We still love each other and want to be together, but we also feel like this is something that needs to be generally acknowledged.

I accept full responsibility for what I did, the circumstances don’t in any way make anything excusable or less of a problem, this is a serious and terrible thing that I did and I want to own up to it.

It’s also worth mentioning that, although I denied it to myself and to everyone until it was far too late, I have since come to realize that these “friendships” were toxic, one-sided, and disrespectful to both me and my relationship with Lauren. The people who were involved have been cut entirely out of my life.

I do not want to see anything trying to claim this is in any way okay, not a big deal, or anything of that sort. This is a terrible thing and I am not looking for any sort of reassurance or downplay or anything. My intent is only to be public about what I have done and to own up to it fully. If you want to share any support, support Lauren, who has been terribly wronged and who is still working with me to get through this.

I fully understand and expect that many of you will unfollow me, stop supporting me, and harbor negative feelings towards me. I am not going to even for a second try to talk you out of this, because it is what I deserve. I made a series of terrible and hurtful mistakes, these are the consequences for them, and I plan to accept them fully.

Lauren and I love each other very much and are constantly actively working to restrengthen our relationship and to get through this. We want to be together for the long haul, we are living together and have plans of moving into our own place in the future. We are working hard because we love each other, and she is giving me a chance that I may not deserve but am unendingly grateful for. I love her, and I am going to do everything in my power to make things right and to treat her the way she truly deserves to be treated.

It’s More Than Just Us Now

Author: @dylanobsessed
Prompt/request: Could you do a Stiles x reader imagine and the reader finds out she’s pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell Stiles cause she thinks he’ll hate her and break up with her, but it’s really cute and fluff towards the end pleaseeeee❤️
Warning: mild arguing/yelling, baby talk (idk if that needs to be a warning but just in case), and some fluff
Pairing: stiles x reader
Notes: thanks for this request!!! i had a good time writing it honestly! i hope you enjoy it and if anyone else wants to send some requests my way, please do.
Words: 1,798

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Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.

Love.

A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

We got married, now what?

Words cannot even begin to describe how amazing June 3, 2017 was for both of us. We were surrounded by everyone we love and we got to declare our love for each other in front of those people. It was utterly overwhelming and I am pretty sure I spent two days straight crying. With each speech, tears flowed. Each time I tried to put into words my love for Victoria, tears flowed. The entire weekend was honestly a dream come true. Nothing could have prepared me for all of the warmth we would be surrounded by.

It has been almost a month and we have somewhat settled into the routine of married life. People often ask us how married life is and we both kind of struggle to answer that question because it is not like anything has changed. We still don’t know what to do for dinner, we still bicker over where to park, and we still fight for space in our Queen-sized bed. Honestly, the only things that changed are that I got a new last name and Victoria got better health insurance.

But I wouldn&;t have it any other way. I have always said that the mundane moments with Vic are what I love most. She makes the mundane feel anything but. I can only hope that will continue in the years to come.

We leave on Friday for our annual family vacation in St. John, USVI. It will feel somewhat like a honeymoon. Our true honeymoon will occur in December in Costa Rica. Once we get around to planning it…

After that, it is onto the rest of forever and looking toward the future. We have started casually looking for homes with more bedrooms and in a better school district. I know I have complained about people already asking if we are going to have kids but yes, we are.

We don’t have a definite timeline or plan but we know it is something we are working toward. Sometimes the thought of being responsible for another human life scares the living daylights out of me. But I know I have the best partner in Victoria. She was born to be a mother and I know with her encouragement and maybe a few mistakes along the way, we will be just fine.

I know I have also complained about people asking really personal questions about our family planning process. And what I said still stands true, you really can’t just ask people about how they plan to create a family. Lez be real, you wouldn’t ask a straight couple so the same rules apply to an LGBTQ couple.

That being said, Victoria and I have already decided to be really open about our process. For the very fact that people don’t talk about it often. Our hope is that in sharing our story, our loved ones can share in our joy and maybe other LGBTQ couples will learn more about the various options to create a family.

So consider this the start of giving you a glimpse into our lives as a newly married lesbian couple and the very very beginning of our family planning process.

-H

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anonymous asked:

#5

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

i know that this says just one, but i have so many wips that i’m excited for that i’m just going to post a few, in order of when i plan on getting them out. the first one being future hearts pt7, which i WILL be getting out this month. i just have to say it as many times as i can lol (i wrote 4k yesterday so i’m really not just saying that i promise it’s coming)


FUTURE HEARTS: PT7

“Y/N, that’s not me,” Jimin said as he began to motion towards himself. “You know that’s not me.” He paused for a moment, licking at his lips as if to give himself a few extra seconds to figure out the right words. But before he spoke again he was reaching over to take both of your hands into his. “Baby, listen to me. If you want me you want me, if you don’t you don’t. It’s as simple as that, and I’m not gonna sit here and tell you that you can’t go see him just because that might end up badly for us.”

“But I do want you,” You said, and it was absolutely the truth.

“But do you want me more than him?”

You paused for a moment, thinking back to all of the things that Jimin had said to you the night before about false hope. It was because of this that you found yourself sighing a broken and whispered, “I don’t know.”

You thought that your lack of answers would result in frustrations from Jimin, and you couldn’t blame him for that. However, when his expression shifted and he began his reply, the words were something you certainly didn’t expect.

“Okay, then I want you to go find out.”

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Meet up with him. Talk to him as much as you want. Just figure out what him being back means for you. Like don’t get me wrong, I want to be with you, but I’m not gonna beg for you. I want someone who wants me the most.” His words felt so sharp and painful, but only because you hated knowing that Jimin wasn’t with someone that didn’t make him worry about those types of things in the first place.


lighthouse!nams x mermaid!oc is coming alright. IT’S JUST SO EMOTIONALLY DRAINING TO WRITE ;;;;;;;;

WINTER SCALES

1978, the last summer

The box felt lofty resting against Namjoon’s palms as he padded his way through the dampened sand. The splintered wood bit its way into his wrinkled hands as the grit nestled itself between the crevices of his toes, all while the sight of the seafoam knocking against the shore tied a loose rope around his already feebly beating heart. The closer he got to that grey heaven filled to the brim with so much mystery — mystery that most would never even get to catch a glimpse of, the more his grip around the box began to tighten.

Why was this so hard?

The water crashing against the beachline: why did it bring tears to his eyes? Why did his finger running along the shell-shaped imprint on this tiny jewelry box make his heart lurch so harshly? Why did it feel as if he hadn’t had an easy breath in decades?

Namjoon decided that he wanted to mull over these questions right next to place that had plagued him with these allusive emotions for so long. He bent down slowly, the ache in his aged bones making even a task as simple as sitting down difficult. However, even his cautiousness wasn’t enough. He felt his legs give way suddenly, instinctively throwing out his arms to catch himself before he face-planted into the sand. He was huffing as his fingers dug into the wet gravel, but thankful that it didn’t feel as if he had broken anything. However, his gratitude was short-lived.

His eyes darted upwards as he realized what was missing. An electric current filled with dread sent a jolt down his spine as he saw the box tipped over a few feet away, its contents spilled out onto the sand, a looming wave making its way towards the shore to capture the thing that had forged its way so permanently around Namjoon’s life.

“No!” He shouted, but the howling summer winds seemed to rip his words from existence.

He began to crawl as quickly as his aged body would let him, his fingernails scratching valleys into the sand to try and somehow propel himself forward. He felt as though his heart would actually shatter if he had to suffer the fate of watching the ocean swallow up the only thing that gave him that longed feeling of recollection anymore.

However, it was in that moment of desperation that something happened.

The wave approached the shoreline, unapologetic in its path towards the thing that Namjoon both loved and hated more than anything else in the entire world. He suddenly felt the years of mud begin to melt from his mind as the glimmer of the scales flashed vibrantly against the sunset. The halo of their colors carved through the fogginess until nothing was left to cloud him — until nothing was left to cloud you.

“Y/N?”


quarterback!jungkook x kicker!oc is also coming. i love sports aus and i’m honestly so excited for this one but it’s gonna be like 30k and who knows when the hell i’ll finish it honestly lol

FUMBLE & RECOVER

Awareness: one singular trait that defines the good from the great. The ability to know everything that’s happening not only in the moment, but knowing what will happen in the next as well. Eyes that can sweep over the lines of cleats digging into the turf and anticipate their moves. The steady cognizance that allows for improvisation when the plays break down. It’s the quality that changes the tide from impossible to probable with a split-second decision. Failure constantly looming but somehow evading it. Mishaps inevitable but their frequency manageable.

Dynamic or ordinary. Victory or failure. Win or lose: outcomes that hinge on if someone can make things work even when they shouldn’t be able to. It’s what makes someone inspiring, makes a player impressive — makes a quarterback phenomenal. Jeon Jungkook is all of these things. He doesn’t let stuff slip past him, he doesn’t get outwitted, and he most certainly doesn’t fumble. And yet that was all that ever seemed to happen when it came to a particular girl who never failed to drip confidence with steel reflecting so violently off of her eyes.

Looking back on it he should’ve known right away that you were different. The moment he had your jeans pooling at your ankles, muscular thighs staring him right in the face, he should’ve fucking known.


lastly my take on a trope that just never gets old, yup my very own enemies to lovers fake dating au

READY SET RUSE

Hostility bleeds deep. The rivers of resentment collide violently as they carve a divide so saturated in disdain between the parties involved that you don’t even need to be told that there is something more to the story. It doesn’t need to be said out loud, but is just instinctually felt.

You don’t need to be told that the ominous house at the end of street is sketchy and should be avoided at all cost; you just know it. You don’t need to be told that there is bad blood between the boy and girl whose jaws suddenly stiffen as their lips transform into a firm, straight line when they catch sight of each other at a party; you just know it

—And you most certainly don’t need to be told that there is an absolute war brewing at the end of Greek Drive between the Tri Delts and Lambdas; you just fucking know it.

YAY FOR ENDLESS WIPSSSS :’))

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Hi!! I have never made a post like this before lol and I’m nervous about doing so now, but it seems the time has finally come. Even if you can’t commission I would appreciate if you could maybe reblog this?? Ty!!

Below is some basic “Why You Should Give Me Money” information, including my actual background as a writer that makes me worthy of commissioning, and under the read more is information about pricing and stuff!


My name is Charlie and I’m a teenager who has been attending community college in my small little town in Central California for the past three years. As of writing this it is November 18, 2017. In May 2018 I will graduate with my AA degree, and I am expected at that point to figure out what to do with my life. My parents are (probably) not going to forcibly kick me out, but they are growing increasingly pushy about me really needing to leave the house once I have my associates degree.

For what it’s worth, since I know people like to know the identities of those they are supporting, I’m a mentally ill, bisexual, Arab, pre-transition transgender male. I cannot transition where I am right now, and one thing that moving out would do is provide me the freedom to begin to medically transition!

Apologies in advance for being a stereotypical edgy artist, but I basically am planning at this point to leave school after I get my AA and begin my career as a writer, and hopefully from there pursue other arts as well, and make a life for myself like that. My parents don’t like this idea very much at all. I already have an extensive background as a writer, including being a paid writing tutor since graduating high school. I have worked privately, in after-school organizations, and with my college in their writing center. I have worked as a volunteer editor for a local after school organization. I have been an officer in my school’s creative writing club and published work with them through their writing magazine. Recreationally, I have completed NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) three times, have worked on collaborative projects including writing a comic that is illustrated by a close artist friend that will be released in portions next year, and I have been sharing fanfiction publicly for fun since 2011. I am an English major who devoted years of my life to furthering my writing abilities, and I have never received lower than an A in any English/literature class.

I have always loved writing. It’s my passion and my life, and it’s my identity. I am working right now on multiple projects, but my biggest one is a novel that I am currently writing and have been planning for over a year. I really believe in this novel and I want nothing else but to work towards publication. School, rather than being a helpful tool in increasing my abilities and education and motivation and giving me tools to grow, has done nothing but stifle my creative ability, taken time from my art, and forced me down a path where I value financial stability in a hypothetical future over doing what I love and believe in. Maybe none of this will work out and I will have to go back to school and get a degree, but I’m at a point in my life where school is making me miserable and constantly contributing to my depression in horrible ways including getting me forcibly sent to therapy last semester after my health took a turn for the absolute worst. I need to at least try to see what other options there are for me in the world.

I have a lot planned out already. I have a roommate already chosen- one of my best friends who I love dearly and who has similar goals and wants with his future, and I have a trajectory for when I will move out with him which is Spring 2019. Another long-time, wonderful amazing friend will be allowing me to stay with him between Summer 2018 and Spring 2019. Right now I have a part time job as a writing tutor, and I am seeking other work too, including doing paid housework for family and family friends and other physical labor and… anything possible, really. I am saving up between now and 2019 so that I will have a lot of money to my name, but for now, I also am opening up the ability to both donate to me, and commission writing from me!! Literally any and all money helps!!

PayPal: paypal.me/foxberry
PayPal email: irlangel@outlook.com

Click Read More to learn more about commission prices, what I will and won’t do, and examples of my writing!!

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Imagine Chris asking your dad for your hand.

A/N: Part 4 is a little longer, but we’re nearing the end! Hope you enjoy this! X (Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3.)

Olive and Sebastian sat at one of the snow covered tables in the coffee house, chatting and playing with Dodger while you rang your dad; he was apparently your next clue. You listened to the phone ring and shook your head, chuckling softly to yourself. If your father picked up and was part of the scavenger hunt, you had to tip your hat off to Chris; that man was a workaholic who spent majority of his time in scrubs, he barely had time for anything let alone your boyfriend’s way of keeping the romance alive. The longer the phone rang, the more you started to doubt. Perhaps your dad wasn’t the clue, but what else could Chris have meant when he said “there won’t be a day where he’ll stop worrying about you, but he can rest easy knowing you’ve got me in your life now.” It had to be your dad, there was no one else.

The call unsurprisingly went to his voicemail, but it wasn’t his usual voicemail. “This is Richard. If you’ve reached my voicemail, it means I’ve ignored your call. I apologize, but I’m too busy running errands with Captain America to come to your aid. If you need anything, there are plenty of other doctors available at Alexander Van Heusen Memorial.”

You were about to redial or ask Olive for the walkie-talkie when you heard a soft tap on the glass. You turned around and chuckled in absolute amazement when you saw your dad; he smiled and waved. “I’ll be damned,” you made your way outside with the others following behind.

Sebastian took the leash from Olive so she could run over to your dad, wrapping her tiny arms around his legs. He chuckled and leaned over to kiss the top of her head, “I see you’re having a ball with Y/N.” Olive looked up at him and nodded with a wide grin. “Hi sweetheart,” he smiled at you.

“Dad,” you chuckled softly, “what are you doing here? And what’s with the new voicemail? Is Chris’ scavenger hunt really more important than saving lives?” You quizzed teasingly with a raised brow and he chuckled.

“Today it is,” he nodded and your eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. “I’m meant to give you this,” he passed you a single key on a Captain America shield keychain. “And this,” he passed you an white envelope. “There’s a cab waiting for you to take you to the next location.” He said and beckoned at the yellow cab behind him.

“You’re not driving me?”

“My days of driving you around are over, kid.” He chuckled softly as he wrapped you into a tight hug. “That’s Chris’ job now, as is worrying about you and taking care of you and loving you unconditionally. You are his responsibility now,” he pulled away and cupped your face in his hand, “my precious baby girl. I am so proud of you and so happy for you, there was nothing I wanted more for you than true love.”

“Dad,” you laughed. “You’re talking like you’ve just sold me to Chris and will never see me again.” You joked and he chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ve still got a million milestones to get through with my family before I disappear with a family of my own. Olive’s only eight and I plan to be on her beck and call at least until she’s twenty-one,” you looked down at your sister and winked; she smiled. “You’re not going to lose me, and I’m never going to stop being your responsibility.” You told your dad and hugged him.

“He’s a good guy, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled when your boyfriend’s face- and apparently soon to be fiancé- came to mind. “If he weren’t, you wouldn’t have let this relationship last as long as it has.” You chuckled softly as you pulled away. “And you definitely wouldn’t have given him your approval when he asked if he could marry me.”

“I told him I’d give it away.”

“I kind of figured it out after the first clue,” you admitted with a smile. “Marriage has always been on the table, we just- haven’t found the right time. Plus, I know Chris. He is not the kind of guy who would do something this big if he didn’t have something bigger planned. He’s an actor who dabbles in directing, he likes his theatrics.”

“That he does,” your dad agreed. “You should probably get going, that boy has been waiting all day to slip a ring on your finger.” He told you and you chuckled as he steered you towards the cab. “Let’s not keep your future waiting any longer, shall we?”

“Of course not,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Good luck, Sissy.” Olive called as you got into the cab.

“Catch you on the flip side, Mrs. Evans,” Sebastian waved.
• • • • • • • •
The drive to the undisclosed location looked rather familiar, you couldn’t quite put your finger on why but you knew you’d been there before. You asked the driver how long the drive was going to take only to have him ignore you. You figured it was ‘cause Chris told him not to speak to you so you left it, diverting your attention to the key and envelope in your hand instead. There wasn’t much to the key, it was just a key; you slipped that into your pocket and opened the envelope, pulling out the letter Chris wrote when he started planning the scavenger hunt.

My dearest Y/N,

As I’m writing this letter, you’re five feet away from me fast asleep in my bed. You look breathtakingly beautiful, as always, with your makeup free face and disheveled hair. Dodger’s awake; he’s on the floor next to you ready to pounce on anyone- including me- to protect your beauty sleep. It’s nice knowing he loves you as much as I do, and I hope that he’ll replicate that same great love for our future children. (Or child, if you only want one. But whenever you’re ready and whatever you want, so no pressure.)

Now I know you must be wondering by now why I’m writing this letter to you, chances are that when you’re reading this- you’re on your way to meet me so I can propose to you. (I’d say ‘don’t freak out’, but I’m sure your smart brain already figured out what was happening before you got this letter.) I’m writing this letter because I want to say a few things that I know I won’t get through in person- without crying anyway. (And I also want to waste no time when you’re in front of me. I’m just going to drop to one knee and ask you to marry me without making a big speech first, ‘cause I’ve waited long enough and I am not going to wait another second for you to be my fiancée.) So let’s get to you, shall we?

The night we met wasn’t as big of a coincidence as you’d like to believe, the whole thing was actually the result of my puppeteering. I could credit Sebastian, who you’ve known for a while now, but he had no idea what he was doing when he answered my very innocent question “that actress Kevin just casted, um- what’s her name? Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t she a friend of yours, why don’t you invite her too?” He thought I was just being nice, that I had no idea who you were and wanted to get to know you before we started work together; he was very wrong. Hearing you got casted in The Winter Soldier was possibly one of the best days of my life, I’d been a fan for so long that- I didn’t see it as an opportunity to work with an amazing actress, I saw it as an opportunity to make you fall in-love with me. I thought it would be hard, but then again, I didn’t expect the beautiful and talented Y/N Y/L/N to be a fan of mine.

So yes, I’ve loved you for a while now. A long while, actually. I would’ve chased after you earlier but I was a little afraid you weren’t what I’d imagined you to, and a little afraid I wasn’t going to meet your standard of the perfect man. (After I read that interview you had with Cosmopolitan, I honestly thought being with you was a pipe dream.) But meeting you and getting to know you and seeing how you were with your parents and your little sister, I realized that you were exactly the person I thought you to be. And dating you made me realize that while I may not be perfect, I could be for you. In our four years of dating, you’d never failed to make me feel like I was enough. Even when we fought, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you were the one for me and I could do this for the rest of my life.

Flash forward to the present day, right? I’m hoping as you’re reading this, you’re smiling and thinking about our future together. I’m hoping that you don’t have a doubt in your mind about me, that you will say yes when I ask because you love me and you want to grow old with me. I know it’s not always easy because we’re constantly away from each other, and that sometimes phone calls and FaceTime sessions aren’t enough. I know we get tired and heartbroken when the other is on the other side of the world for months on end, but I also know what we have is special enough to hold on to. It’s not all bad. We’ve managed for four years, I think we can manage for the rest of our lives- or at least until we become irrelevant. (Doubt you will, my shining star.) Until then, we can visit, make full use of our hiatus/breaks, and of course- there’s always auditioning for the same film so even on the other side of the world, we’ll be together. There are a million loopholes and I am willing to find them with you, if you’ll have me.

Oh, and one final thing.

I know we’ve always talked about Boston being our home base because that’s my hometown and that’s why my heart is, but I’ve changed my mind. You are where my heart is now, wherever you go- that’s where I’ll go, that’s where my home is. Now I know you love me and I am your home too, but so is Olive. I know we talked about moving to Boston because I have a house there, but I can’t knowing that moving means making you start a long distance relationship with your baby sister. She’s eight and she needs you, so Boston can wait at least until she’s eighteen and ready for university. (She’s going to attend university at my alma mater, by the way.) Until then, we can just stay in our home in California which you should be arriving at at any moment now.

Love,
Chris.

You looked out the window as the cab slowed to a stop. Your smile reached your eyes when you saw Chris standing next to a real estate sign, he smiled at you then slapped a big sold sticker on the sign. You got out of the cab then realized why you found the drive here so familiar, this was the open house Chris dragged you before he left for Houston. You loved it upon seeing it because it checked off every box in your criteria, you thought it was fate but you had no idea that Chris had actually spent the last year and a half looking for it and fixing it up. It didn’t occur to you that the questions he asked- “if you could change one thing about your kitchen, what would it be?”, “don’t you think a pool would be great?”, “how beautiful would a rose garden be?”, “if you could choose, hardwood or carpet?- was used to refine his search with his real estate agent. You didn’t know that the open house wasn’t actually an open house and you’d laughed when he said he was going to buy it, thinking he was joking because of the plans to move to Boston eventually. Boy, were you wrong about everything.

“Is this a joke?” You chuckled breathily as you made your way over to him.

“Nope,” he shook his head and took your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours. “Welcome home, Y/N.”


Part 5

In An Instant: Part Eight

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 3.2Kish (SORRY)

A/N: Three long months you waited. I hope you enjoy. And I’m sorry. 

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Bucky couldn’t shake the image; you giggling like a schoolgirl as the females won yet another hand of strip poker. He’d watched you as he pulled at the fly of his jeans, smiling to himself as he witnessed the pink filling your cheeks, the exact second he knew he wanted you.

“Wanna grab a drink? I think we’re about done here.” Sam turned to survey the room, and when he looked back to where Bucky was all he saw was the front door swinging shut. “Guess not.”

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Imagine: You’re sick of living in a world separated by factions, so you run away from home. Your boyfriend, Eric, finally finds you after years of searching, only to find that you’re engaged to another.

Request: @mynameisinfinitimarlatt said, “Can you do an Eric Coulter imagine, where him and the reader were together. But then the reader decided she doesn’t want to live this kind of lifestyle, and she runs far far away (like to “our” world). After years and years of searching, Eric finally finds her working in a child care and living a normal life, engaged to another man and Eric got upset over that one night and decided to kidnap her…?”

A/N: I was on a Melanie Martinez binge while writing this, so it might have turned out a bit darker than expected… sorry.

I can’t do this anymore, you think to yourself, I’m sorry Eric…

You were tired of this lifestyle, you hated being constrained by factions, you hated not being able to see your family and old friends because of the faction rules, and you hated being a Divergent in a world like this. The only thing keeping you sane was your boyfriend, Eric, but at this point, that wasn’t even enough anymore. You decided there was only one thing left to do; you had to leave.


You manage to sneak past the guards, and outside the fence. You walk for hours until the sun finally comes up. Eric must have seen my note by now, I hope he doesn’t try to come after me…

Eric’s POV

I roll over groggily, to cuddle next to Y/N; the bed is cold this morning. I feel around for a moment and the bed is empty next to me. Normally, I’d just assume Y/N got up to go to the bathroom, but for some reason, today just doesn’t feel right. I shoot up and look around, “Y/N?”

“Y/N?” I call walking towards the bathroom, the nervous feeling in my stomach grows. The door is open and the lights are off. After searching the house, I try calling her, and it turns out that she left her phone here as well. As I pick her phone off the counter, I see a note under it. I recognize Y/N’s handwriting as soon as I unfold the paper:

Eric, I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t live this life anymore, so I’m leaving. I’m alright and you don’t have to come looking for me. By the time you read this, I’ll already be far gone. I love you and once again, I’m sorry.

~Y/N


Years have gone by since Y/N left. I’m still searching, but I’ve had absolutely zero luck. She disappeared without a trace.

Y/N’s POV
A month after running away, you had found yourself in a new city, with no more factions, no more restrictions, and most importantly no more fear. You had moved into a small apartment in downtown, and you had started taking courses in the college nearby. you missed Eric with all your heart, but you finally felt happy.

Years had gone by and now you were working in a daycare, you were living a normal life, and you were even engaged to an amazing man. There was still a hole in your heart where Eric belonged, but you had learned to live with it. You and your fiancé, Sam, were sitting at a local cafe -taking a break from wedding planning- when you noticed a man standing across the road, staring at you. Eric?!

Oh my God, how the hell is this possible, “Y/N, sweetheart? Are you alright?”

“Huh…? Yeah, I’m fine Sammy,” You mutter, “I think I just saw an old friend. I’ll be right back!”

“Y/N wa-” You run off before Sam could finish.

You approach Eric and he instantly pulls you into a hug, “Y/N! I’ve been looking for you for years! What were you thinking?! Why did you leave?! You could have told me! We could have left together! Do you even understand what I’ve been going through all these years?!”

“Eric! Slow down!” You interrupt his frenzy, “How did you find me?”

“Like I said, I’ve been searching for years.”

“Maybe we should sit and talk,” You suggest. You phone suddenly buzzes:

Sam: Y/N, I just got an emergency call from work, I gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight! Love you.

“Looks like we can do that now actually,” You say. You lead Eric back to the cafe and you two discuss everything you’d been through over the past few years, and Eric looks absolutely devastated after you tell him about Sam.


Eric’s POV

It’s been a week since my conversation with Y/N, I’ve been staying a cheap motel for the past few days, drinking away my pain. I finally come up with a decision. I’m getting Y/N back.

I drive to the daycare she works at. It’s late at night and she should be getting off work soon, she always stays late to clean up. I see her walking down the side walk, “Y/N?”

“Eric?! What are you doing here?” She asks, walking over to my car.

“Just driving around, get in, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m fine walking!”

“Oh come on Y/N,” I chuckle. She shrugs and gets in the passenger seat. I drive back towards the motel.

“Um, Eric…this isn’t the way back to my apartment,” She finally says.

“I know,” I breathe, locking the doors.

“Eric,” Her voice shakes slightly, something that always happened when she was nervous, “Where are you taking me?!”

“Shh, relax Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I eventually lead her out of the car and into my motel room.

She paces back and forth frantically, “Eric, please, I just want to go home. Sam is waiting for me!”

“Sam, Sam, Sam,” I mutter, “He’s all you ever fucking talk about!”

She flinches at the sound of my voice, and I calm myself down, “But don’t worry, I already took care of Sam.”

I show Y/N her phone, she seems confused to how I got it, but her eyes fill with even more fear when she sees the text:

Y/N: Hey Sammy, I’ll be a bit late. Love you!

“See, now he won’t worry about finding you,” I say casually.

“Eric,” She pauses, taking a deep breath, “You’re fucking crazy!”

She bursts into tears and I drop down on to my bed, running my hands through my hair, “Y/N, Y/N please stop crying.”

“Look, I brought you here so I could get you out of this place,” I explain. She looks at me as if I’m crazy, “Y/N, we can go back to having the life we had!”

“That’s the problem Eric, I don’t want that life, that’s why I left,” She says exasperatedly.

“Well we don’t have to go to Dauntless if you don’t want to, we could live here, we can be happy again!”

“Don’t you see Eric, I am happy. I’m finally living the life I wanted. Sam and I are about to get married, we’re already having a house built, we even have the names of our future children planned out! I’m sorry Eric, but I love him.”

My heart breaks at her words and I realize what I had done, I had hurt Y/N, just for the sake of my happiness, “Go.”

“What?” She breathes, “Really Eric?”

“Go. Just go Y/N. Go be happy,” I whisper.

She quickly rushes towards the door, but then stops, my heart skips a beat, she’s going to stay! She walks back towards me and presses her lips to mine, “I’ll always have a place for you in my heart Eric, but this is my life now. Take care of yourself.”

She walks out the door, leaving me in the quiet room with nothing more than the sound of my heavy breathing. I pick up the bottle of beer and put it to my lips.

End.

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

The Silent Serpent Part 3

Chapter 3- The Art room

Sweetpea x OC

Part 3

Warnings: An immense fear of water?

Word count: 1357

The picture is mine and I did, in fact, create it. And umm if you didn’t notice it can kind of only be used for my story because it has the title of the book and my name in it Sooooooo……

I also did not create Riverdale but some people get salty about not making that clear. However, I did create the character of Maeble Mikaelson/ Forgarty and all the relationships she forms. So. Yeh.

Yes her name is Maeble Mikaelson. For a bit of context, her mothers maiden name is Mary Mikaelson and her Fathers name was Fish Forgarty  (It’s complicated), She prefers to use Forgarty as her last name because to put it lightly she hates her mother with a passion…

She doesn’t remember her father because he was given life in prison when she was still a baby. We might see more of him in the future though…

I’m still new to the whole Tumblr thing so just give a chance and hopefully, I will figure it out


The day continued to drag on slowly after history had finished, Mae had managed to stick relatively close to at least one Serpent throughout the remainder of her classes, Fangs pairing up with who he deemed fit and worthy, That being mostly him, Toni and SP. During lunch Fangs stuck to her side like glue, giving anyone evils who dared look at her, not giving them the chance to judge her. Fangs had always been this way when Mae came to stay because he was scared that one day she might get scared off by some out of line ghoulie and she wouldn’t want to come back. What fangs didn’t know was that Mae loved the south side of Riverdale, much to her mother’s distaste. Mae hated going from each posh and preppy boarding school where she had to put on an entirely new face and demeanour just to be accepted. But here in the southside she could shed that fake skin and show her true colours, just like a snake.

Mae drifted through the rest of the day, not really paying attention to what the teachers were saying. She had learnt all that they were teaching her a good while ago, which both worked with and against her. If she said something correct the teacher might move her into a more advanced class but if she said the incorrect then she would risk looking stupid. So instead she opted not to speak at all.

Her last class was art. not many people had even bothered to turn up, not that she could blame them because there was hardly any art supplies. A few tables were littered with dirty brushed and half used paint bottles that looked a little worse for wear. Mae set her bag onto a spare chair that looked like it might have been clear, she couldn't be sure though. She pulled her long golden hair up into a messy bun and begun to sort through the mounds of unfinished artwork in the corner, trying to find a clear piece of paper to at least attempt some sort of artwork to pass the time. Drawing had never been Maes strongest skill but she could still create something that looked half decent if she spent long enough on it. Like months… Mae pulled her pencil case from her bag and sat down in the seat she had already cleared. The teacher hadn’t bothered to turn up but mae assumed that she was in the right class due to the number on the door and fact that this might have been the only art room in the whole of the school. After thinking for a while of what she might draw she pulled her phone and earplugs. It’s not like the teacher was here to stop her.

After what felt like 20 minutes the classroom door was violently pushed open and none other than Sweetpea trudged in. He rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows when Mae met his gaze. he stopped in front of her high desk probably muttering something about not being alone and that it’s not safe. Mae couldn’t hear what he was saying or really cared to be honest. She was slightly annoyed that he had found her idea of a safe haven. when she didn’t acknowledge his presents pea went from slightly annoyed to agitated. With one swift movement, he pulled her headphone out of her ears and looked down her. 

“What are you doing” He breathed out, resting his hands on her desk and leaning over her so he could get a better look.

“this, Sweet Pea, is a pencil and funnily enough you draw with a pencil…” Mae spoke still looking down and at her lightly traced snake that was hiding under a flower. which was inspired by her favourite quote from Macbeth,’ look like the innocent flower but be the serpent underneath it’.

“No shit.” he deadpanned and pulled a stool and sat opposite her, playing with the zip of maes pencil case. “ I meant why are you here, the teacher isn’t here for registration so you’ll get marked as absent anyway…” he stated.

“Yeah well it was quiet in here, I like the quite” Mae spoke softly, briefly glancing up at him. “ I take it fangs Has gone into a frenzy?” She hummed.

Sweetpea laughed. “ that’s putting it lightly”. He leaned back on the stool at getting a better look at her. Mae noticed this and furrow her eyebrow.

“What?” She asked, starting to get annoyed with peas antics. He merely shrugged in response, his lips curling up into a smirk. Mae took the time to actually look at him rather than scowl at him. He had really changed over the past year, she hated to admit. She had always thought he was mildly attractive but her hate for him seemed to fog it out before. He had grown, like a hell of a lot. Not so long ago Mae was taller than him, standing at 5′8. It was only of the things she continually teased him about, but now he was like a tree. His face had changed as well, becoming sharper and more sarcastic, and let’s not forget the serpent tattoo that branded his neck. Mae loved tattoos, having one or two of her own, not that anyone knew that. Pea noticed her staring and smirked. Mae rolled her eyes. That damn smirk hadn’t changed at all though.

“ I was just thinking that you’re going to be stuck with me all afternoon while Toni and fangs are swimming” he leaned forward again, so close this time that mae could feel his hot breath on her face, forcing those goosebumps to crawl up her back again. “ Sounds like a party to me princess”

“Is that like your go-to pet name or is that one just for me” Mae smirked as she leaned forward so their noses were almost touching, raising her eyebrows when she notices Pea’s eyes flicker to her lips then up to her freckles, not meeting her gaze.

“ Trust me, that one’s all yours” He stated, refusing to be the one who moves first. he reached his hand up to her face and brushed a piece of her fallen hair out of her face and behind her ear, letting his fingers linger for a second. mae was confused but refused to let it show on her face. He had flirted before. It had been the thing she disliked about him the most. But now, she had no idea. All the witty and Sarcastic comments were chased out of her mind and she was left speechless. and that didn’t happen very often. “ I like it when you wear your hair up, you can see more of your face,” He said and it gave mae a little boost of confidence and defiance.

“Well in that case…” She smirked and pulled the black band from her hair, letting her loose, unruly waves engulf the space around her head. Tilting her head to the side, waiting for his response.

“And I especially love your hair when its down, it looks like a lions mane” he smiled and she sighed in annoyance, squinting at him. His hand reached up and he looked at her hair like it was going to electrocute him if he touched it. He did anyway, his little act of rebelliousness.

Mae moved away first, letting him win. She grabbed her bag from the seat next to her and pushed her belongings inside before slinging it over her shoulder. Pea hadn’t moved but watched her intently. Mae pushed her stool under the desk and looked up at the clock. School finishes in 10 minutes. Close enough, she thought. She began to walk out of the classroom but turned to see pea still sat on his seat. she raised her eyebrows.

“Are you coming or am I going to walk to the quarry?” Mae said as pea slowly stood up, walking towards her and playfully bumping into her. Mae smiled and followed him.” You’re such a child…“ she breathed out.


Hey, I know these are quite short but it planning on having a lot of these little chapters and I have a lot planned for the future. so yeh

TAWOG-The Rejection

Harold Wilson couldn’t understand what Nicole saw in that chubby bunny. Well, actually, chubby was an understatement. Harold had seen ships with less cargo compared to Richard Watterson.

The rainbow-sporting individual narrowed his eyes, staring across the lunchroom where one of the school’s beauties sat. He remembered the earlier years of middle school when all Nicole wore was her martial arts uniform. As plain and gaudy as it was, he had to admit it had been rather adorable on her. That was Nicole when they were all twelve. Now in high school, he began to notice even more that such a lass was practically a godsend.

And fate was cruel not to bring her into his arms. Instead, fate brought her into the sweaty, fat arms of that momma’s boy Watterson kid. Harold watched in disgust as Nicole offered the rest of her food to that pink rabbit, as if she hardly remembered that he already had ten times the amount of calories she had eaten. Her smile was sincere, her flirty offer to spoon feed him her mashed potatoes made Harold’s colorful body redden with rage.

However, he took the time to admire the beautiful blue cat as well. Hair down and held back by pink clips, and that pretty purple sweater that bared one of her shoulders. Her outfit seemed to match perfectly with his own, a sweater of highly expensive value. Just as Harold felt they could be as well.

Before she met Richard, Nicole Senicourt was an unapproachable beauty. Not to say she was a man-hater or anything, it was just that her interests were 100% focused on success, and appeasing her life-planning parents. Harold heard her folks expected her to marry a man of the medical field in the future. Well, he might as well call them mom and pop if he ever personally met them, because that was going to become Harold’s career.

Yet Nicole still laid her heart for the oaf who obviously wasn’t going to get into college.

No matter how hard he or any guy tried, she friendzoned every single one. Harold hated that term. He hated to be reminded that a popular guy like him could not attract the entire population of women. But he didn’t care for other women at this point. He only desired Nicole. She was intelligent, witty, pretty, and incredibly strong in both body and mind. He recalled that time he thought she was running toward him. He tried to act cool about it, sending her his usual pick-up lines, but deep down he was overjoyed that she would finally date him.

How wrong he had been when Nicole just abruptly ran over his face, hardly even recognizing his presence. What made it more painful was how that had been the day she met Richard. Harold would have gladly taken her out to dinner, yet she was appreciative of a dang nut (he overheard her confess this gesture of Richard to one of the girls at school; probably that Jackie person or whatever). While his family was not as wealthy as the Yoshidas, Harold knew he could give anything Nicole desired.    

And that woman chose the guy whom she was willing to shovel mashed potatoes into.

Harold fought every urge to walk over there and use another one of his successful pick-up lines on Nicole. Well, not the “Have you lose weight? Your head looks bigger.” one. His face was still healing from those recent slaps…

He tried not to puke his lunch as Nicole wiped Richard’s potato-covered face. Dear God, he ate like a wild animal! A wild, ugly animal! How could such a beauty like Nicole think that was cute?

“Hey, man!” He turned to see one of his bandmates greet him. “Don’t forget the party this Friday at my  house! All the best girls are going to attend!”

Harold said nothing, glancing back toward the blue cat whose fingers linked lovingly with Richard’s.

“All the best girls, huh?” the rainbow-colored man asked, a satisfied look on his face. ______________________________________________________________________

The party was actually nice for a middle class neighborhood. After Harold parked his expensive ride across the street, he witnessed the front yard overwhelmed by practically everyone from school. Beats erupted from one of the music students who wanted to have a career as a DJ, and the tables of food actually looked appealing. What made it even better was that his bandmate had been right: all the best girls were present. And they were all dressing super nicely.

Harold offered his most suave smile, hands in the pockets of his designer jeans as he strolled toward the event. He high-fived a few buddies on one side, winked and clicked his tongue to some girls on the other. These were the kind of girls easily charmed by him, and Harold could have flirted with them already, but his focus was only on one girl.

As he entered the open door of the house, there was hardly room to roam around. Balloons were rather a cheap attempt at a bash, but they made the entire living space look more lively. He could hear bottles of soda fizz open, and the loud crunches of chips being devoured. Guys and girls raised their voices high out of excitement and thrill, especially on the dance floor while the music increased volume. Harold gave the usual flip of his long, colorful hair.

However, his mouth slowly fell open when he saw Nicole. She stood in a corner, away from the craziness of everything, merely hovering right next to one of the buffet tables. The blue cat wore a yellow summer dress, a white jacket hugging her frame. The clips were gone, allowing her hair to fall to one side of her face. But Harold certainly wasn’t complaining.

She appeared rather unsure of herself, as if she couldn’t understand typical high school parties. She wasn’t with any of the girls at the moment. The best part was that Richard was nowhere to be seen.

Harold’s heart gave a hopeful thump, as if fate was finally going to grant him the beauty he vied for since 7th grade. It could be like the movies. Girl meets guy at party, they talk and dance; and when the party is near its end, guy offers girl to take her home. And then stuff deemed too inappropriate for something rated PG-13 would probably ensue. Harold tried not to think about it, although his drool betrayed him. 

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Nicole plucked another chip from the saucer and engulfed it. The party was nice, and all her classmates and friends were present. She only wished Richard could be here. He said he was coming, and probably was just running late due to his protective mother. She hardly noticed a flirtatious rainbow-ed lad sidle right next to her, his eyes trying to meet her own.

“Hey, girl, no need to get lonely,” he expressed with his usual charm. “I’m already here.”

When their eyes met, the fantasy of teenage love vanished as she merely scowled at him.

“Okay, what do you want?” Nicole asked begrudgingly.

She stiffened a bit when Harold’s arm laid on the wall behind her. The blue cat could have given him a black eye already for invading the space between them. She could practically smell mints off his breath, not that it was a bad thing. But just like in middle school, she knew what he was up to.

“So where’s your lard-eating boyfriend tonight?” he teased. “Bet he must have dumped you for an all-you-can-eat spree at Joyful Burger, am I right?”

Nicole’s expression hardened and merely pushed him back. He grunted for a moment, but was not perturbed by this. However, that was the first time they made any physical contact since the day she ran over his face.  

“Richard’s just late,” Nicole insisted. “He did say he would meet me here,” she added, glancing worriedly at her surroundings.

Harold still leaned toward her. “You know, if he doesn’t come, which I’m pretty sure he won’t, perhaps I could be of some assistance.”

She huffed at him. “As if that’ll lead anywhere for us!”

With that she turned on her heel, stomping away from him. Harold went after her, merging into the crowd just as she had and trying to find the blue-furred beauty. He squeezed and pushed past other students, refusing to lose Nicole again. Finally, he spotted her exiting out the back door of the house, leading to the other yard.

Once Harold reached it, he found that the back yard was empty of people. He found Nicole leaning against a nearby tree, her eyes to the moon as she hugged herself from the mild breeze of the evening. She looked so majestic and graceful, all she needed now was a Prince Charming around her arm to make the image complete.

“Nicole,” Harold said, dropping his flirty demeanor as he approached her. She didn’t budge, but still gave him a dirty glare. “You know, I really had hoped you’d come to this party. Because, girl, all I wanted to do was see you, a beauty I’ve known since we were twelve. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”

The blue cat scoffed. “Oh, believe me, it tells me everything. And if you think you can just sweep me off my feet like the immature amateur you are, I bet your mother couldn’t look at you without feeling disappointed!”

“Hey, keep my mother out of this!” Harold whined. “At least my mother doesn’t go planning my entire future of probably taking over the world or something!”

Nicole frowned. “Touche.” She then looked away from him. “What are you even doing here, Harold? Don’t you have some airheads to blow?”

“Okay, first off, no,” Harold retorted. “Second, I want a girl who can be real smart with me.” He offered a genuine smile toward the female cat, extending an eager hand toward her. “A real smart beauty who knows how to entice me with sharp words I probably wouldn’t understand but pretend to anyway.”

Nicole merely scoffed again, rolling her eyes. “You can be a Casanova all you want, but it’s never going to work!”

Harold felt a burning rage inside. “Don’t tell me you still think highly of that inflated piece of bubblegum! Even more than me!”

“What girl could ever think highly of you?” Nicole shot back.

“Tons of women!” he argued, throwing his arms up. “Practically millions! They adore me, worship the ground I walk on!”

“Feels more like those women are willing date anyone who’ll hopefully marry them with a large bank account in the future,” Nicole said with disinterest.

The rainbow teen inhaled before breathing out slowly, certain steam could escape his nostrils. Nicole was super witty tonight, and he found that absolutely hot no matter how much it aggravated him.

“Well, I don’t care about those women!” Harold insisted. “It’s you I want! Criminy, Nicole, I love you!”

This time she lifted up from the tree, and leaned toward him. However, instead of anything passionate Harold hoped for out of all this, she merely gave him the deadliest stare any girl could give him.

“Love, Harold?” she repeated. “You really think this could be love?”

“I’d give you the whole world if I could!” he promised desperately. “Well, probably at least Arkansas…” Harold thought, pondering the possibility.

“That’s what you’ll say first,” Nicole pointed out. “But later on down the road of life you’ll become a despicable person whose taken everything he’s loved for granted.”

“What?” he exclaimed in distraught. “You’re crazy!”

“Am I?” she challenge. “I bet in the future after we marry and have kids, you’ll just toss me aside for a younger woman after you think you’ve gotten a billion dollars when in reality it’s actually a forged check that was played as a prank to get back at you as vengeance because everyone knows you’re a jerk!”  

Harold blinked. “What?”

Nicole exhaled, rubbing the side of her forehead. “Look, Harold, as much as I want to appreciate your ‘feelings’ for me, I’m with Richard.”

“Oh, come on!” he shouted, unable to control his jealousy. “What does he have that I don’t? At least I still have my father!”

The blue cat wanted to scratch his face for saying that. After they met, Richard confessed to Nicole how his dad just disappeared one night to get milk. He admitted he was still waiting for him and that milk to come home, even though it’s been almost a year since that night. Nicole did everything she could to comfort him, even though Richard assured her that he and his mom had already picked themselves up afterward.

“True, he may not have his father around right now,” she admitted. “But he does have everything that I’ve always wanted in a man.”

“I have everything and more than what he has!” Harold cried.

“You can tell yourself that for as long as you want,” Nicole told him, her voice suspiciously calm. “Even long after you marry someone who’s probably going to chain you like a dog to discipline that thing you call your pride. You may have a lot of things that would make most woman want you immediately.”

Harold just looked at her.

“But I’m not most women,” she said, her expression hardening. “And all the things you have don’t measure up to what makes a good person.”

He could feel the color drain from his face. Literally because some of the color just dripped down his legs unto the grass. It was a cloud thing.

“Those kind of qualities that I want in a man,” she said briskly, “I see in Richard, oh, so much.”

The wind seemed to get colder as he just gawked at her. His mind jumbled from quick pick-up lines to last-minute reasons why he think Nicole was wrong about him. But nothing came out, his voice empty as his heart. They just stood there, facing one another. The beautiful cat’s arms folded, her blue locks slowly flying across her forehead due to the weather.

“Nicole!”

Both turned just in time to see Richard standing in the doorway. Harold glance back at the blue cat, and his heart could not descend any further as he saw her face. Her expression of hatred had converted to one of sincere adoration the moment she saw Richard. Never would she ever give a smile like that to Harold no matter how much he tried.

“Richard!” she exclaimed happily. “I was wondering where you were!”

“Sorry…” the pink bunny said shyly, playing with his fingers. “My mom had to make sure I was well-instructed about emergency in case something happened tonight. Like last week at Joyful Burger’s all-you-can-eat spree. Oh, hey, Harold!” he greeted with a friendly wave.

Harold said nothing, and Richard hardly noticed the expression of wanting to die on the rainbow guy’s face.  

“And let’s be clear on something else, Harold,” Nicole said quietly to him. “You may think of me as just some beauty. But mess with me or Richard, and you’ll be dealing with the beast.”

With that, she walked over to Richard. Harold could only stand there and watch as some other guy engulfed her in his arms. He could not look away as they shared a kiss, and he was pretty sure she was using some tongue just to make it more obvious she and Harold would never be.

They returned to the party, Richard unwittingly closing the door on Harold. The heartbroken teen stood there for what could have been hours, still grasping what could have been if Nicole had just stopped running and met him instead. 

 


Something I thought of after watching “The Choices”.

Double Time (10/24)

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth.
Warnings:
Language, Canon-typical violence
Pairings:
Tuckington, Chex
Rating: T
Synopsis:
[Hero Time Sequel] After the events of Hero Time, the city and Blood Gulch are prepared for the true return of superheroes in a big way. But while Washington is attempting to adjust to a new relationship and a new living arrangement, the call of new heroes and a new mayor mean major changes for his professional life as well as his personal one. How will the balance of values fare when his new partners come to test everything he’s made of.

A/N: Who’s ready for things to get SAPPY in here? I am. I’m totally read for some more sap. Which is why I wrote it. ;P 

Special thanks to @analiarvb, @secretlystephaniebrown, @thepheonixqueen, @ashleystlawrence, @washingtonstub, @imagentmi, @a-taller-tale, @icefrozenover, @matt-you-got-this, @notatroll7, and Yin on AO3 and tumblr for the wonderful feed back! I truly appreciate it more than you know.

All On His Own

When Wash usually opened the door and was met by Church’s unimpressed expression, he was a swath of emotions ranging from mutually annoyed to exhaustedly accepting. 

On that rarest of nights, Wash was relieved and – more than even that – had been the one to call up the annoyed former super villain himself.

“I hate babysitting,” Church reported immediately, shoving past Washington without even bothering to shut the door behind him.

“I know,” Wash replied, taking the time to shut the door. 

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"I am thankful for our baby that's on the way" - Adam Cole

Originally posted by kinghelmsley

“I am thankful for our baby that’s on the way” - Adam Cole

Word Count: 427+

Warnings: none

You smiled, running your hand across the crib that your daughter would be in soon. You and Adam were expecting a little girl shortly after Thanksgiving. You were anxious but also wanting her to come out already. Her nursery was complete. All you needed was her.
“Are you ready to go, babe?” Adam walked through the door. You and Adam were going to his parents’ house for a few hours before going to yours.
You turned to look at him. “In a minute.” You answered. Adam walked over behind you, wrapping his arms around you, resting his hands on your baby bump. 

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Another Ride - Chapter 18: Missing You

Chapter 17

James was unusually quiet that night while they sat eating dinner together and it made Sharna nervous.

“How was your day with Jenna?” she asked him.

“It was good. Exhausting. She works me as hard as you do.”

“What dance do you have?”

“Paso. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No, you didn’t. One of your favorites.”

“One of my favorites,” he echoed.

The conversation faltered for a moment while Sharna tried to think of what else to say.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Fine,” he said, looking up at her quickly and adopting an unconvincingly casual tone. “Why?”

“You just seem weird tonight, that’s all.”

“Weirder than usual you mean?” he joked, and she forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.”

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