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To the Four of Us (Part Nineteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.

soundtrack song: The End of All Things - Panic! At The Disco

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words: 2,640

warnings: STRONG trigger warning for abuse!!! PLEASE keep that in mind before you read. I italicized it so if this applies to you, you are still safe to read this as long as you skip the italics (it is written in first person so it’s also distinguishable by that.) BE SAFE YOUNG ONES I LOVE YOU ALL<3


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“So who is John anyways?” Charles asked eagerly after ten minutes straight of dead silence.

He, Alexander, and Aaron were half an hour into their impromptu road trip to rescue John from the train station across the state. Charles was growing restless already, which was annoying Alexander and Aaron, although they silently admitted that it was probably their fault for completely ignoring him.

“The guy he’s fucking,” Aaron said, pointing his thumb in Alexander’s direction with a chuckle.

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8 PM Okay I’ll just read one more chapter then get a good
night sleep for that chem test tomorrow

12 AM So maybe not a full night of sleep but I’m at a really
good part right now so I can’t stop

3 AM ……Welp…. I’m still not tired so fuck it

6 AM Ugh. Why do I do this to myself every single time?
Tonight I will go to bed early.


Remington Leith #19

A/N: Ooh, this is the daddy kink!request by @luke-flemingo, hope you enjoy it!💙💙
I’ll work on the J-Dog one next, and after that there’ll be another Remmy one but I’ll work on those later because a) it’s twelve am, and I need beauty sleep [tho not even a coma could fix this fucked up face tbh], b) I have a social life that needs reviving, and c) I might get a new phone tomorrow and I write everything in my memos; and I probs wont be bothered to transfer shit so… shit I’ll stop rambling now, but I think that’s all for now.💙💙💙

I stared at my reflection, dabbing my finger along my upper lip to finish up my crimson lipstick. As I did so, I saw Remington come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his lips on my neck. “You look so pretty dolled up like this for me, baby girl. You don’t know what this does to me.” He groaned, peppering my neck with his little kisses until he came to rest his chin on my shoulder. “I have an idea.” I snickered, as I wiggled my backside against his pelvis, something rubbing against me. He let out a groan, holding on to me tight as one hand slowly glided down my stomach, and reached my mid thigh, teasing the hem of my black dress.

“Babe, we’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry.” I smiled, swatting his hand away and prying myself out of his grip to grab my shoulder bag. “Ugh, fine.” He pouted, grabbing his keys. He and his band were doing a show tonight, it wasn’t big of a venue, it was more of a club. Being his girlfriend, meant I wasn’t gonna miss it for the world, and yes that includes sex.

As he drove, he had one hand on the wheel, as the other ran up and down my thigh. He frowned at my unresponsive behaviour, his fingers dancing ever closer to my heat. Even as he did so, I fought back any signs of arousal, basking in the look of sexual frustration painted on his face.

On the inside, I was flushed. The thoughts of what he could do to me, fucked with my mind; but I wasn’t gonna give him that glory of watching me beg for him. The car ride wasn’t that long, considering we lived pretty close to the venue.

I didn’t get to see Remington much after we got there, as he was busy with soundcheck; but I did get to help out the crew members a bit with set up.

As the crowd was let it, they’d caught sight of the band already standing on stage, and fought for the priviledge of being right in front.

It was practically a full house, and I could see the nervous grin on Remington’s face as he greeted the crowd. This was going to be a fun night.
To each song I danced, even to the more morose tunes, I still glided along the side stage dancing. I watched Remington, and all of his little glances he’d shoot me. I’d be in the middle of dancing, then his eyes would dart to me, dark and full of want. My eyes trailed down to his pants, however he tied a jacket around his waist; so if he had a little problem downstairs, he knew how to hide it well.

The show had come to a close, and although I’d always witness Palaye play; it never failed to invoke the infamous post concert depression in me.

That could wait though.

What, or rather Who couldn’t wait, was clearly Remington.

Once he’d repeated his thank yous and salutations, he took out his performing earbuds, cast the mic aside and dragged me by the wrist to the car.

He drove home furiously, not to waste any time.
As we got out of the car, he said,
“Princess, go inside, take off your heels and get in bed.”
Locking the door, he turned to me, colliding his lips to mine with utmost hunger. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do half the things he wanted with his mouth attached to mine all the time, he broke apart; leaving us both panting for air.

His lips trailed down to the base of my neck, working up and down in lustful kisses as he slid down the right strap of my dress. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this babe; watching you sway your hips as scandalously as you did. You see what you did to me?” He chided, rolling his hips into mine, his erection begging to be freed. I moaned at the stimulation, as well as the feeling of Remington’s skilled mouth asserting his dominance in the form of red patches. “Shit, I’m so horny right now babe. Just fuck me.” I begged, not wanting to stall any further.

“Gladly babydoll.” He shimmied out of his jeans, and took off his singlet. Realizing I’d been watching him as I did so, he slowly pulled down his boxers; and as his erection sprung free, hitting his stomach, I bit my lip in expectance of what was to come. Or even better. In expectance of who was to come.

He stalked towards me, the look on his face resembling an animal eyeing it’s prey before going in for the kill.
He pounced upon me, flipping me over and unzipping it within seconds. He unclasped my bra, tossing it away and doing the same with my soaked panties. Swiping up my folds I shivered in delight and excitement as he licked my juices off his fingers.

He leaned down to kiss me once more, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as he sheathed himself to the hilt. He started at a slow pace, but with each thrust he went faster and faster. But it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, daddy go faster.” I internally froze, realizing what’d just slipped out.

I never told him about my daddy kink, because it’s kinda embarrassing. “What did you just say?” Of course he’d heard me. Fuck me. I mean, technically, he is; but he won’t after finding out.
“Tell me dollface, what did you just say?”


He slid out of me, still hard, but sitting on the edge of the bed faced away from me. He tilted his neck, partially facing me, and said, “You hid that kink from me? I think you deserve punishment for hiding something like that babygirl, lay on my lap.” I layed on the bed, not moving an inch as I was afraid I’d misheard him.
That was certainly on the bottom of the list of things I’d expected him to say.
“You better get here babe, or I’ll add another five to the ten you’re already getting.” I crawled over at his command, and sprawled myself upon his lap as his fingers twirled in spirals on my cheeks. “Daddy’s gonna give you ten. I better not hear a peep from you kitten, or else I’ll start over.” As the last word leaves his lips, his hand comes into harsh contact with my bare bottom. I bite my lip to resist moaning, as he does the same ten more times, just as he’d said.

“You did so well babygirl, I think I should give you what you want.” I crawled back to where I was, and Daddy topped me, immediately slamming in and going at a pace far faster and rougher than before.
“Shit honey, you’re so tight. I’ve done a lot of singing tonight, but now I’d like to hear your pretty voice belt my name.” His words only egg my moans on further; my vocal performance increase tenfold at his demands. I see stars as he moves my leg to the side slightly, and begins hitting me from a different angle. I thought I couldn’t feel better, but I was dead fucking wrong.

“D-Daddy, I’m close!” I cried out, the pleasure overtaking my mind and body. I could feel myself walking step by step closer to the edge every time he rocked his hips. “Hold it just a bit longer Baby.” He grunted, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to keep his thrusts on beat, but wasn’t having much success.

“Let go.” He whispered, slamming his lips to mine as my mind blanked. I swear, my senses were nullified just for a second in that burst of euphoria. As I regained them, I felt I was nearly brought to the edge for the second time, just watching Remington’s face contort in complete ecstasy.

After thrusting just a few more times to ride out the afterglow, he pulled out, laying down next to me and pulling me into a cuddle.

I smiled, kissing his collarbone, “So you feeling better now, daddy?” He took a deep breath, then deeply exhaled as he held me tight, “Don’t get me started again, Y/n.”

Request: Rough Day

Request:  Hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Markiplier x reader imagine? You guys are like best friends but You and Mark had just gotten into a huge fight about him not having enough time for you anymore. You have always been super understanding of his work and all the things he does but felt like he was slipping away from you which you hated because you were secretly in love with him. And then you go back later that night and make up and it’s a lot of fluff? thanks!!

I absolutely love getting a request from you guys!! Hope this is kinda like what you were hoping for! Please send me more requests!

Originally posted by piratezcove

A.N.    It was crazy hard to write a fight where Mark is mad because he is such a sweetie and I didn’t even know what to have him say. Also I rewatched his draw my life and once again was a blubbering baby. 

“Y/N IM HOME! YOU’VE GOT SOME ESPLAININ’ TO DO!” Mark came bursting into my apartment, making the grand entrance that he always has to make. You laughed as you ran and greeted him with a big hug. HE lifted me from the ground spinning me around in a circle before setting me back down on the ground. “God I missed you.” He said after finally letting go of the hug.

“I missed you too buddy! I’m just happy we finally get to spend time together like we used to without a million fans screaming around us.” I smiled. “So I have a bunch of videogames set up that we can play, but I’m sure you would like a break from those. I might have some board games that we can play!”

“I’m fine with Video games! I only have about an hour to spend with you though. I have to go record a few videos and then Bob, Wade and I are getting together to do a collab. Busy day!!” He said as he sat on the couch getting comfortable. I nearly dropped the big bowl of chips that I was holding as he spoke. I could feel my heart break a little when what he said sunk in. A small frown formed on my lips as I looked at him, a mix of frustration and sadness setting in.

“What’s wrong?” He stood up taking the chips from me and setting them on the table.

“Nothing. It’s- it’s nothing.” I said with a sigh before moving towards the couch and plopping down onto it.

“Y/N, I have been your friend since we wore diapers. I think I can tell when something is bothering you.” He sat down on the couch next to me, putting his hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb in a tiny circle, something he would do whenever I was in a bad mood when we were younger. This simple thing always managed to make me feel comforted and loved. Except this time it just made me mad. I moved my leg away from him and stood up.

“I haven’t seen you in over 6 months Mark. And I know you are busy, you have over 7 million fans to please, and you know I am nothing but supportive of everything you do. But damn it Mark. We go months without seeing each other and you hardly ever talk to me or stay in contact. And in the rare occasion that we do get to see each other in person it is either at a huge meet and greet where I get shoved out of the way after two seconds of seeing you or you come over and are on your phone the whole time or have to leave after one fucking hour.” I was trying my hardest to hold back the tears that were beginning to well up in my eyes.

“Y/N that’s not fair. You know I can’t help having a busy schedule. It’s my job, my career, and most importantly my passion. If I can spare an hour to see you then god damn it I’m going to see you for that hour. But if an hour is all I can give you, I need you to be okay with that. You have always been the one person who has supported me from the start, always the girl on the sidelines cheering me on and pushing me to not give up whenever I doubted myself. Was that all fake? Were you just saying you supported me to try and spare my feelings? Well you can drop the act now Y/N, because I’m a grown man and I don’t need to have things sugar coated anymore.” Mark stood up, pushing the chips off of the table sending them flying across the floor. He stood a few feet away from me as he spoke, his volume raising more towards the end.

“No that’s- I wasn’t try- UGH! Mark you are missing the point! I wasn’t faking my support and of course I wasn’t trying to spare your feelings, I have always believed in you. I love you Mark, like really, truly love you. I just feel like I’m losing you. Trust me I don’t want to lose you but I can’t keep being dragged by a string in this friendship with you. I’m always going to want to spend more time with you and see you more, but that’s just the thing Mark. I’m always going to want more than a friendship with you and I know you cant spare that time and don’t feel the same and it kills me inside.” At this point I completely gave up on holding back the tears.

“Did… did you just say that you love me?” Marks eyes changed, a new sadness coming over him. I stopped my crying as I realized what I had actually said. I couldn’t believe that I had let that slip, the one thing I had sworn I would never tell him.

“You need to leave. I can’t do this anymore, Mark.” I held the door open for him, but he didn’t move.

“Y/N…” He said, his voice full of desperation.

“Just go Mark.” He did as he was told, not taking his eyes of me, but I refused to look at him. As soon as Mark was outside he turned to try and talk more but I turned away shutting the door before he could say anything else.

I spent the remainder of the day locked away in my bedroom, crying my eyes out. I ignored every phone call from Mark, Bob, Wade and any other friend that tried to talk to me. I had never had so many emotions come crashing down on me all at once. I had accidentally told Mark that I loved him, which was something I swore to myself I would never tell anyone let alone Mark himself. I had been in love with him since we were little. We could never be separated as kids and even as teenagers we were always together. He was always there for me when I had boy problems and always made me feel important in this world, and I was always there to push him forward when he felt like giving up on everything. I was there for him when his parents got a divorce, I was the shoulder for him to cry on when he found out his dad had cancer and was right by his side at the funeral. He had helped me when I got really sick, never leaving my side until my parents kicked him out of the house so that I could go to sleep, even then he always came back first thing in the morning. We separated a little once college came around, I had been going to school for nursing and Mark had gotten deep into his engineering. We still talked on the phone at least twice a week, but once he got pretty serious with one of his girlfriends I had been cut out almost completely. When his mom kicked him out his life almost seemed to be falling apart, I hardly heard from him. The stress of schooling for me and everything else for him caused us to drift even further apart, but that drifting didn’t stop me from loving him. I remember the first time he had called me after nearly a year of not talking, was when he had been living alone in his apartment and in the middle of the night he called asking me for a ride to the hospital. I stayed with him every minute that he was in there. And after that moment we were inseparable again. He was my first love and no matter how many guys I dated I always compared them to Mark. Let’s face it; there is no human on this planet as perfect as him. All of his flaws were perfect to me. And I just kicked him out, kicked him out of my home and my life. I gave up.

The tears never stopped, until my need for sleep forced them to quit. Even then I would wake up every hour after having a dream of Mark, only to cry more. I woke up the next day at about 2 pm feeling as though I had the worst hangover on the planet but without the fun night that always comes before. I sat on my living room floor, curled in a huge blanket and drinking a warm cup of coffee. My phone buzzed once, a notification from youtube popping up. Mark had added a new video, just reading the name made your heart break a little. A Rough Day – Taking A Break.

After watching the video I let out a loud sigh that I didn’t realize I was holding in, running my hand through my hair. I needed to apologize to him, after thinking back through the history that we had together I knew that there was really no other option. No matter how busy he was I would always be the proud cheerleader on the sidelines. And I knew that he needed me in his life just as much as I needed him.

I stood from my spot, grabbing my keys and leaving my apartment immediately, not bothering to do my makeup or hair or even change out of my giant sweater and leggings. I stopped at the store grabbing two giant matching llama stuffed animals, one with a pink bow and the other with a white hat. The checkout guy gave me a strange look as I paid, and ran back out to my car. It’s a good thing I don’t care about other guys. I parked and ran up to his apartment door, staring at it as another wave of emotions crashed over me. I was nervous beyond means, what if he hated me?  I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. I could faintly hear the sound of him shuffling slowly towards the door, causing me to tighten my grip on the two toys.

“Look Wade I already told you I didn’t want to talk about it anymo- Y/N?” He stood in front of me, looking almost as beat up as I did. He was wearing the same shirt from the video he posted but his red eyes and dark circles proved that he had been crying just as much as I had.

“Mark, I…” I started only to be cut off by him hugging me tightly. I dropped the two stuffed animals and wrapped my arms up around his neck, pulling him even closer to me then he already was.

“Y/N I love you, so much.” He whispered, chocking on a small sob as he repeated the five words that had a heavy weight on him. I cried into his shoulder, not wanting to let him go. After a few minutes of us just standing in his doorway hugging, I moved away from him.

“I got you these. I thought they kinda looked like us, you wear hats sometimes and I’m a girl so the pink bow is kinda like me I guess. But Mark, I am so sorry. I never meant to snap like that. I am so proud of how far you have come with youtube and I know that you being busy is such a good thing because you are busy doing the thing that you love. I never want to live a day without you as my best friend.” I said as I handed him the two stuffed animals, wiping away a tear with my sleeve. He hugged them tightly before setting them down.

“Y/N, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You have been there for me from the start and have helped me through everything. I love you. I love you as my best friend and I love you as someone who I hope to marry someday. You are allowed to get mad, and you are always allowed to say what is on your mind. Hell since we were kids you never held back on telling me exactly what you thought. That’s one of the things that I love about you. I’m so sorry that I never made time for you because you deserve all of the time in the world. I love you, Y/N..” Mark grabbed my hands, holding them tightly as he spoke.  

“I love you too.” I said. Mark put his hand up to my face, connecting his lips to mine. I had been waiting for this moment my whole life. I moved my hands up to his face, leaving them there for a moment, even after our lips disconnected. I kept my forehead placed against his, my eyes shut as a huge grin crept on my lips.

“God I have waited so long to do that.” Mark said, making me laugh and kiss him again.

When We First Met (Peter Parker x poc!Reader)

Originally posted by frcdos

Originally posted by nestaarchyeron

Author Note: This will be a 10-part series that takes place after Captain America: Civil War. This story is inspired by this imagine.

Summary: Over the years of riding the New York City Subway as transportation, Peter Parker had come across many interesting things. The one thing he had yet to come across on the subway until today was a 6 feet tall Asgardian warrior.

Pairing: Peter Parker/Asgardian!poc!reader

Chapters: Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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What If This Is Goodbye (Luke Hemmings Imagine) Part 2


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Originally posted by 5sos

I hate hospitals. The smell, the bleach white walls, everything. It had been 31 hours since my mom was admitted. The waiting room was small and the only sounds were that of the TV which was on the news channel. I hadn’t slept since we got there and I looked down at the boy sleeping on my lap. What is he still doing here? Not that I didn’t like the company, but he didn’t even know my mom.

I pulled a blanket over Luke and I and tried to fall asleep, but it was no use. We still knew nothing about my mother’s condition and I was so worried. I never got to say goodbye to my father and I needed it to be different this time. I suppose I had been mentally preparing myself for the big goodbye ever since we found out, but it still wasn’t easy.

Charlie is still staying at Calum’s place, but my aunt goes to check on him every afternoon.  If my mom…If we have to say goodbye, then I am all he has left. I don’t want him to worry about all of this so he is still in the dark about how serious mom’s condition is. I hate lying to him, but it is for the best. My thoughts were interrupted by Luke’s head turning on my lap.

“Good morning.” He smiled and I looked down to see his bright blue eyes.

“It’s like 11pm.” I chuckled and he sat up and scooted across the bench to be closer to me. He put his head on my shoulder before he spoke.

“Any news?” I shook my head and leaned it down on his. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. My heart fluttered and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. No. This is not the time or place. I quickly stood up and ran out of the waiting room. I can’t. How can I be feeling so happy when my mother is in there fighting for her life? I can’t.

I found myself on the roof looking up at the black sky when I heard the door open. I knew it was Luke, but I didn’t want to turn around.

“Y/n?” I heard his soft voice behind me. “Y/n, are you ok?” Luke stood beside me by the ledge and I sighed.

“What are you still doing here Luke?” I looked away.

“I-I um, I care about you and I thought-“ I stopped him.

“What did you think? That you were just going to swoop in and make everything all better? Well you can’t make it better! No one can!” I collapsed on the ground and began sobbing. I felt two arms wrap around me and hold me tight. We sat on the roof for what seemed like hours and he just held me and I cried hysterically. Luke moved his hands to cup my face and placed his forehead on mine.

“I am going to take you home. You need sleep and we can keep our phones next to us in case there is any news.” He whispered and I tried to object, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. We walked back into the waiting room hand-in-hand and grabbed our stuff.

I couldn’t go home to an empty house so Luke took me to his place. His mom and brother were both asleep by the time we got there so we just snuck into his room. Since I hadn’t slept in so long, a normal bed felt nice. Luke threw me a big t-shirt and some of his boxers to sleep in.

“Pokémon boxers?” I smiled holding them up. His face was as red as the charmeleons on the boxers and he snatched them out of my hands.

“My uh, my mom bought me those. Here.” He threw me a plaid blue pair as I laughed at his embarrassment.

“I like hearing you laugh.” He smiled at me as I walked to the bathroom to change. I felt my cheeks burn as I disappeared behind the door.

Luke had made himself a makeshift bed on the floor so I could have the bed. I walked out in just the t-shirt because I didn’t like how the boxers fit and Luke’s jaw dropped to the floor. The shirt was just long enough so it covered my butt so I didn’t think it would be a big deal that I wasn’t wearing pants.

“What? Does this bother you?” I asked him and he shook his head frantically. I smiled at his awkwardness and climbed into his bed. I laid there for a few minutes, but no matter how tired I was, I couldn’t sleep. I kept shifting in the bed until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

“What’s wrong beautiful?” Luke asked as he pulled the covers up over us.

“I don’t think I can sleep, Luke.” I sighed and he held me tighter.

“You need to. I will wake you if anything happens.” He said placing a kiss in my head. I don’t know why, but I felt safe in his arms. I felt like nothing was wrong and my life was as it was 3 months ago. Before everything went wrong. His hands ran up my bare legs and up my back trying to comfort me. His touch was perfect. It lit my skin on fire and I had to fight the urge to turn around and kiss him. I grabbed the hand that was just barely below my bum and brought it up to my chest. I intertwined our fingers and laid there with his arm draped over me. As I fell into the deepest sleep I had had in a long time, my final thoughts were consumed with the blond boy whose head was buried in my neck and who I was undoubtedly falling for.

I was awoken by a stream of light coming through the blinds and the sounds of Luke’s breathing behind my ear. His arm was still draped over me and our legs were tangled together beneath the sheets. I turned to face him slowly and he moaned when my back left his chest. I tried to stretch over him to check my phone, but I couldn’t reach. I decided to get up and walk around the bed. I slowly got up trying not to wake him, but soon his voice filled my ears.

“I like the view.” He smiled and I realized I was still in his gray t-shirt and my black panties. I blushed at his comment and continued over to the night stand on his side of the bed. I picked up my phone and only had one message. It was just Calum checking where I was. I quickly texted him back that I was at Luke’s and told him not to tell Charlie. I didn’t want him upset that I didn’t go to see him. Luke, still lying on the bed, placed his hands on my hips and pulled me down so I was on top of him and we were both laughing. We heard wrestling behind his door and Luke shot up and I fell to the ground.

“Ow.” I yelped and the door flew open. Luke’s mom, Liz, was standing there and Luke’s eyes darted between me and her.

“I wasn’t aware we had company.” She stated looking at me.

“Mom, uh, this i-is Y/n. She is my, uh…” Luke stuttered and I decided to speak for myself.

“Girlfriend. I’m his girlfriend.” I smiled standing up pulling the shirt down to cover myself. I went and shook her hand and she looked disgusted. She looked me up and down and started to say something, but I cut her off. “Oh, and I know what this looks like, but we didn’t have sex.” I said bluntly and her eyes grew wide looking at me and Luke. Luke glanced to me and laughed at my forwardness, but I wasn’t looking to be labeled as a slut by my hopefully boyfriend’s mom.

“Well, uh, I’m glad to hear that?” she stated confused and walked out the door. I sat back on the bed and Luke just stared at me.

“I have never seen anyone shut my mom up like that.” He said in awe. I laughed and crawled back onto the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “So, girlfriend huh?” he smiled looking up at me.

“Well I was thinking last night that I might like you a bit.” I smiled and he chuckled at my playful tone.

“Just a bit?” he laughed pulling my face closer to his.

“Well only if you like me back.” I smiled placing my forehead on his.

“Just a bit.” He chuckled and finally brought his lips to mine. God, I should have done this sooner. I smiled into the kiss and pulled away to look into his blue eyes.

“As much fun as this could be, we have to go back to the hospital.” I giggled pecking his lips again. He groaned and I stood up and went to change back into my bra and jeans from yesterday, but keeping on the t-shirt.

The car ride there was quiet, but there was a different tone in the air. It wasn’t sad or scared like it was three days ago. I was content and happy for the first time in months and it was all because of the boy whose hand was intertwined with mine.

We walked into the waiting room and the atmosphere immediately changed. Charlie was sitting on Cal’s lap and I was utterly confused. Oh no. They were next to Aunt Georgia and her eyes were red. Luke’s hand tightened around mine and we slowly moved toward them. I didn’t even have to ask what happened. I knew. Aunt Georgia’s hands flew around my neck and she began sobbing. I was still registering what everyone’s actions suggested. She’s gone. 

PART 3?!?!? 

Close As Strangers (Luke Hemmings)

Six weeks gone.

Another 18 weeks left. I felt stupid for even counting down the weeks anymore, let alone the days. ‘I can’t do this anymore’ I thought, reaching my hand out to the empty side of the bed, knowing well enough no one was there to hold it. I picked up my phone, calling Luke. No answer. What the hell had happened to 'you can call me whenever you want, babe. I’ll be there for you’ I thought.

I continued to lie awake for what seemed like ages but it was only an hour later that my phone rang. “Hey, beautiful” Luke said, and I could hear the smile in voice, almost melting me. “I can’t do this” I blurted out. Silence. So I continued, “Everything’s changed. And-” “It’s already been 6 weeks.” “No, Luke. It’s only been 6 weeks..”

Luke’s POV:

3 months.

“Hey, babe. We’ve landed in LA. Miss you xx” I texted her. I looked at my phone, 4:30am. She was probably fast asleep. And by the time she sees it, I’d be fast asleep. Or at least trying to be because I was in another time zone, even further away from her, and I was afraid I was losing her a little more with every night that I couldn’t kiss her goodnight.

How were we going to make it another 3 months? I couldn’t leave her because I promised her I wouldn’t give up on us no matter how much it hurt having to look at thousands of unknown faces every day, hoping to see hers somewhere in there, making it harder to fall asleep when all I saw was everything except her.

4 months:

Your POV:

“What the fuck, Luke?” I murmured, sitting on my bed and looking at pictures of him with some girls too close to him. “I swear nothing happened. Why won’t you believe me?” Luke pleaded. “I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO BELIEVE ANYMORE, LUKE!” “BELIEVE ME. IM YOUR BOYFRIEND” I’d never heard Luke yell before, so I was a little surprised.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, babe..” Luke whispered. I shook my head, “I’m sorry too, Luke. I just- God damn it” I murmured, when I could no longer stop myself from crying on the phone to him. “I should have never left you…” Luke said, making me cry harder. I nearly asked him to come back then but we both knew that wasn’t how it worked. “You can’t help it” I stated, “I need to sleep, Luke. Bye” “Sleep well. I’ll call you tomorrow” “No, you won’t” I replied, switching my phone off.

5 months:

Luke’s POV:

“Yeah, work was fine” Small talk was all we did anymore. Weather, work, where I was going next. It wasn’t easy living my dreams out when I was growing apart from the love of my life. We were running out of time, talking like strangers on the phone every few days, and if she wasn’t my phone’s background, I might’ve forgotten her face.

I know we only had a month to go but to know that everything had changed and from the way she spoke to me, it was obvious she wanted to move on but I’d always wait for her whether she wanted to wait for me or not. I don’t blame her, really. I could hear her tears on the phone and maybe she stuck around only because she could hear mine..

6 months:

Your POV:

I was used to staying awake all night now so it was no surprise that I agreed to pick Luke up at 2am from the airport. I expected a quiet “Nice to see you” before I dropped him at his mum’s place and I went back to mine because it felt like I barely knew Luke anymore. I wouldn’t let a stranger sleep in bed with me so why would it be any different for someone who felt as close as a stranger to me, right?


I heard muffled words announcing Luke’s flight number and I waited for probably 30 minutes before I saw a hint of blonde hair standing up just a little above everyone else’s heads. I watched Luke’s face as his eyes met mine, a sudden familiar feeling coming rushing back to me.

I vaguely saw Ashton hold his bags for him as Luke quickly made his way past the few people there, running, then slowing down and stopping a foot in front of me. 'No’ I thought, we couldn’t have lost it…

“Can I hug you?” Luke asked, his eyebrows scrunched up together. “Please, Luke” I replied, unsure whether we were laughing or crying, as Luke wrapped his arms around me, pulling me so deep into his chest that I could hear his heartbeat. “You’re wearing my favourite perfume” he whispered into my hair and I nodded, “And you’re wearing my favourite” Luke nodded, kissing my neck before quickly holding my face and pecking my lips.

“Your lip ring is so cold” I murmured against his lips, feeling his smile growing against mine, as he kissed me again. “Let’s go back to your place?” Luke asked, and I nodded, “I’d love that..”

I’m so glad I decided to wait for him.


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That wasn't my husband who slept next to me last night. - (r/nosleep)

My name is Peter Tillman, and I’m terrified. I am a physicist here in Toronto and teach at one of the best Universities in Canada. I’ve had a very successful career and have been offered tenure, which I’m still debating. I was very luck to be born into a very wealthy family and met the man of my dreams about 8 years ago in my early 20s. We’ve been married for approximately 5 years, and he’s my everything.

He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he sometimes makes me cry (who doesn’t have that story to tell about their partner), and he’s my partner in crime. The man that came home to me yesterday is not my husband, and I have no idea what’s going on.

Christopher (my husband), left for a business trip five days ago. He’s a patent lawyer and occasionally has to travel for work. He left Pearson international airport and called me when he landed at Wein-Flughafen (Vienna’s main airport). I have a bit of separation anxiety when it comes to being away from him, and he has no problem catering to this. He called me after he got through customs, and when he got to the hotel. Nothing long, just a “hey honey, I’m here” kinda call. We always preferred phone calls since we text with everyone else and decided that calling would be our thing.

I went about the last four days as I usually would: doing chores, teaching the couple summer courses that I’ve been unfortunately assigned, and picking out new colours for the kitchen. His mum is footing the bill for the renovations, so why not. It’s her anniversary present to us.

Yesterday Christopher was scheduled to fly back to Toronto. He called me from Vienna after he got into the lounge at the airport and told me that he was super tired and was going to pass out on the plane. I was happy that he was finally going to get some rest after what sounded like an atrociously busy trip. Poor guy, he works so hard.

His flight was scheduled to arrive at 11pm, and I had an early class to teach today, so I decided to make dinner and leave it in the fridge for him, and then curl up with the poorly written physics textbook that I was editing for a friend. I realized that 11pm had come and gone and I didn’t get word from Christopher, but I just assumed that his flight was delayed. He had a layover in London at Heathrow Airport, and I know that they have some pretty brilliant thunderstorms this time of year, so I just figured that his flight was delayed. When 12pm rolled around, I started to get a bit more worried, but then all of my feelings were allayed. I got a text. I know that Christopher was tired, and that he usually doesn’t sleep well on flights, so I assumed that he just wanted to reassure me, that’s why he texted, instead of calling.

He said: Jweust Landod, will be hom sune.

Poor guy was so tired, he couldn’t even type straight. I even got him a new iPhone for his birthday and assumed that he was still having trouble adapting to the touchscreen having been a loyal blackberry fan for so many years.

I went to the bathroom, took out my contacts and fell asleep. I don’t know how long after receiving that text I fell asleep, but I was out cold. A few hours later I heard the latch turn, and I heard Chris’s usually heavy footsteps climb up the stairs. He went to the bathroom, and did his usual routine, except he left the water running. I thought that was a bit strange. He’s usually VERY particular about turning off the taps so as to not waste water, not because of the bills, but because of the whole environmentalism kick that he’d been on for the past couple of years.

I was drifting in and out of sleep, but I wanted to see him before I fully passed out. He came into the room, and something seemed different. Nothing that scared me, but just seemed off.

I have terrible vision and my glasses were not near the bed since I normally wore contacts. I looked over and his upper lip looked swollen, like if he had been stung by a bee, and I could see a lot more gum and teeth than normal and had a very broad smile…like he missed me and was glad to see me. I asked him, “babe, are you ok, what’s up with your lip?” He quickly told me not to worry, and it was just chapped from being on the plane. I agreed and still half asleep drifted off again.

About 2 hours later I rolled over and noticed that Chris’ back was towards me, whatever. Nothing strange. That’s when I put my arm around him. He felt….thicker. That’s the only way to describe it. I know what my man feels like, and he just felt like a thicker/broader version of him. My general level of unease was starting to get stronger at this point but still not being fully awake, I just chalked it up to nothing.

This morning I woke up and Christopher was gone. His suitcase was still there, he had changed his clothes, but he was gone. I called him, no answer. He however quickly texted me back the following

Et thhe Gym, Loft irly, wull be hume ofter ue leave.

Good I thought, maybe he could work off some of that extra weight I felt on him last night, and chuckled to myself.

I went about my regular routine, and was just about to step out the door when I saw his suitcase again. He had left it on the landing by the door and I guess he just wanted it there, so he could sort it in the living room. As I was leaving a faint musty smell hit me.

It was like if someone had left steak out in the sun for a couple hours. I was already half way out the door, so I felt like it was coming from outside, but when I turned my face towards his suitcase it got so much worse. The smell wasn’t a steak being left out for a couple hours, but a couple days. It reeked. I picked up the suitcase only to realize that he had left his lock on it, and I didn’t have the keys, so I moved it into the Garage, just so it was out of the house.

As I was about to get into the car, I got another text from Christopher:

i Loweve Yu, Sii you Sune.

I texted back: When you get home, check your suitcase, it stinks and the handle has some kind of residue on it.

I still found it strange that he would text.

About 10 minutes after I got into the car, my phone rang. Chris was calling me.

Me: Hello?

Chris: Hey Babe, so sorry that I didn’t get a chance to call you, you must be crazy worried?

Me: Why? Are you ok?

Chris: Yeah, I’ve been stuck here in London, just getting onto my plane to come home, can you come meet me at the airport?

I froze, I nearly dropped the phone and almost ran my car off the road.

Me: WHAT? What do you mean you’re still in London, is this a joke. That’s not funny Christopher. You came home last night, I saw you, I spoke to you. Yes I’m a heavy sleeper, but don’t shit around. What’s going on.

Chris: Um, listen. He put his phone on speaker, and I could hear a woman in a thick english accent announcing “and Gentleman this is the final boarding call for Flight BA203 to Toronto, Could Mr. Fitzpatrick and Mr. Colridge please come to the British Airways desk on the main concourse.”

I stopped the car. I was dead silent. What’s going on, who did I sleep next to.

Me: Christopher, get home, I’m scared, I need to see you. Call me when you’re at the airport, every thing is ok, I just need to see you.

Chris: chuckle Ok babe, calm down, I’ll be home soon. I should be there by 9pm.

He chuckled because he figured my anxiety was getting the better of me. I didn’t want to freak him out about what happened last night and the texts and who I had spoken to earlier on the phone.

I’m going to work now, I’m not going back to that house. I’m going to the airport as soon as I can to meet Christopher, if it really is Christopher. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I’m a physicist, a man of science, and none of this makes sense to me.

I haven’t been genuinely scared like this since I was a child. What’s going on?

UPDATE: Final text from “Chris”

I’m aAAt home, witing for yo1u. Won will u b bock?

UPDATE 1730 EST: I just got back from the lab. Two of my colleagues want a chance to inspect the suitcase, but I’ll hold out on that for now. They’ve done two cultures with what they were able to get from under my nails and from the palm of my left hand. They doubt they’ll be able to find anything, because of how long it’s been since I touched the suitcase but they’ll let me know as soon as they see anything.

UPDATE 1745: Christopher messed up his arrival time, he just landed. Heading to the airport now. Told him not to leave without me.

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anonymous asked:

Something you miss?

I’ve had this in my ask for days and I couldn’t find any other answer then this. I miss her. I miss the way her smile could bring me back to the first day I ever saw her and how it could brighten my day in an instant. I miss her laugh and her voice and how if I was upset just listening to her could make me forget why I was even sad in the first place. I miss the way my heart raced the first time she ever kissed me and the stupid noises she made. I miss holding her in my arms and having the feeling like even just for a while things were gonna be okay because I had her. I fucking miss the way her face lit up when I gathered the courage to call her babe out loud or the way she tried not to smile when I called her beautiful even though she didn’t wanna hear it. I miss falling asleep on the phone with her and waking up with a smile on my face. I miss being able to call her mine. I miss being able to need her and actually tell her. I miss things about her that I can’t even describe in words. I miss her. And no amount of distraction or sleep is gonna make that stop. And the next person lucky enough to call her theirs better do there fucking best not to lose her.

My Gut Says No, But Your Flesh Says Yes- Chapter 24

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I woke with a start. My familiar ring tone was blaring through the bedroom. Ashton groaned next to me, stirring in his sleep and eventually opening his eyes. He grumbled something and threw his arm over me, pulling me in close to him. I was groggy and half asleep, but my heart swelled with the simple gesture of him holding me. I turned towards him and looked at him with bright eyes.

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Here's a Caskett prompt: Set after the season 6 finale when Castle is still missing. Kate gets really sick while she's searching for Castle, maybe bronchitis, and Ryan and Espo have to convince her to take care of herself.

Her voice was going. It wasn’t gone yet, but she could feel it, thefamiliar tickle in the back of her throat. And she could hear it, hoarse and giving out every few syllables. It seemed to only be noticeable to her, not bad enough to alarm the boys, so she continued to work. 

Her body started aching. It started as a dull ache in the base of her skull, causing her to roll her head around on her shoulders. Her voice was definitely more noticeable now, and she felt like she had to shout to be heard. But the phone calls continued as she searched for him. 

By the time she went on the talk show, she was running on fumes. Her voice was worse now as she got more desperate, shouting at foreign embassies by day and crying herself to sleep at night.  It did nothing to help. She ached all over, refusing to pull herself out of her chair at work unless she really needed to, sending the boys to chase down suspects while she went over paperwork, sneaking some of her own casework in when they were gone. And she was exhausted, unable to sleep without him by her side or plagued with unending nightmares of him in the car, or them both in the car, or even one disturbing one where she saved him but his clothes burst into flames anyway while she looked on, powerless to stop it. 

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I watched Bay Window 10 hours ago but I'm still having emotions so here's some stray thoughts bc my life got consumed by a fucking sitcom on Disney channel
  • I honestly have not stopped laughing about Lucas freaking out at him looking the same in his baby photos omfg
  • The return of Cory Matthew’s obnoxious yellow hoodie God Bless America
  • Now, as riarkle af as I am, I am always lowkey crying about rilaya. And I just. Riley and Maya, ages 7 - 20something in this episode, were the gayest they’ve ever been, like so gay it fucking cleared my skin.
  • (I’m not fucking kidding I clicked the link with my face looking as usual and when I turned off my computer, my skin was almost fucking clear. This is the best my skin has looked in months. I am honestly so fucking confused especially since I’m approaching my period so if anything I should be breaking out???? Riley and Maya’s homosexual love honestly cleared my skin there is no other logical answer here)
  • Topanga going on about how you get “used to comfortable” was really interesting. I can’t remember the exact wording atm but it gave me a lot of riarkle vibes and also threw me back to her and Cory’s first breakup. Where, ya know, they broke up because they were too comfortable together/nothing felt new. I need to rewatch that little speech tho bc it was interesting.
  • Okay I’m sorry but Lucas starring at his phone in confusion and mild horror going “Guys something is wrong” I’m dying
  • Like I love Lucas in situations like that but just everything else they do with him is like. Stop. Pls.
  • “You are both very special to me in…whatever ways you will eventually tell me” I honestly groaned so loud I woke up a bird sleeping in the tree next to my window. The bird was not amused and neither was I.
  • Farkle meeting the girls was so freaking adorable I can’t even begin but if Riley didn’t already know him why was he at a costume party in her apartment??
  • I got really weirded out when I realized “Baby Riley, Baby Maya and Baby Farkle” where all. Like. Around the same age I was when I first started watching Boy Meets World/when BMW ended. Like one of my first vivid memories in general is I was like maybe 4 and sitting on the floor in front of the tv, and Cory had a job as a telemarketer or something??? And he’s fighting with a costumer on the phone and goes “I’m bringing in the WIFE.” and Topanga made the sale. And now I’m a gross legal adult and watching a show about their kids. Yikes. Just fuck me up.
  • The little shout out to Mrs. Swavorski was nice.
  • They messed up their timelines again though because this had Maya saying her dad left when she was 7. But in GM Forgiveness they said he left when she was 5. Not that big of a deal but I like to nitpick.
  • Lil’ Farkle wearing a turtlenecks because he was scared of Vampires but then dressing up as Dracula because “My brain is very fancy” had me on the floor omfg. That was so cute and also like I’m 90% sure I did something similar at that age so this just further confirms that Farkle Minkus is My Son.
  • *Topanga, in labor, frantically honking the car horn* “YEAH, YEAH, WE ALL GOT THINGS HAPPENING.”
  • C O R Y like listen that scene was the closest we’ve gotten to Vintage Cory Matthews in a while and I’m LIVING
  • Farkle getting all embarrassed when the girls appreciated his glo up game awww
  • Riley telling Maya she’s her safe place and Maya holding up her hand to show off her ring and saying “And I’m yours”. How…heterosexual…
  • yeah, sure
  • Adult Maya getting her art showcased in SoHo!!! Yaaass bitch!!!!
  • Baby Maya literally just climbing into a stranger’s apartment because she liked the room decorations and heard a pretty girl singing omfg I could go on for hours.
  • Like I want to see what Cory’s reaction to eventually finding her there would’ve been you feel me?? I can just see him walking in and getting confused about the random little girl and Maya just tries to convince him she’s a ghost or something omggggg
  • “Whatever you want”, said softly with a loving smile.
  • So hetero
  • How does Farkle even get his hair like that
  • They joked about Riley almost drowning while bobbing for apples but fun fact in 3rd grade I had a Birthday/Halloween party and we had a tub set up out in my back yard and this one girl Kerry stuck her head in the water and deadass no lie a brick fucking fell on her head and she almost drowned and had to go home. So, the question is, why wasn’t overprotective Papa Bear Cory Matthews obsessively chaperoning the game when he knew how accident prone his 6 year old daughter was?
  • But Farkle saved her life like the prince she was dreaming of so I guess I ain’t even mad.
  • Okay it made for a cute episode and I get why Maya was upset, I do, but…Riley should not have to ask for Maya’s permission to redecorate her room??? It’s seemingly little things like this that make it hard for me to figure out whether or not I actually like Maya ugh
  • Why does Topanga’s hair appear to be a different length in every episode?
  • I like how they just walked in on their daughter and her friends tearing down wall paper and throwing everything out and even though they apparently had no heads up on this, C+T were just like “I'ght.”
  • As much as I don’t care about Lucaya, that “Giddy up, Huckleberry!” part was super adorable.
  • “Have some dignity, Riley!”
  • Can someone with actual talent make a gif of Baby Maya saying that and Riley yelling that when Maya jumped on Josh’s back orrrrr
  • Honestly everything that came out of Baby Maya’s mouth made me go “awww” like that kid was so good omg
  • I almost cried during the last scene and I’m kinda mad at myself tbh
  • Idk what else to say like I have more thoughts but I think this is my 40th bullet point so I’m wrapping this shit up rn. Overall, great episode. I’m still lowkey emotional. Honestly send help.