I can’t’ help but miss you. It’s your first
night on tour and it’s our first night away from one another with an ocean separating
us and I can just feel that you laid awake as well wishing I was there, I know because
that’s how I feel. I know because you told me an hour ago on facetime when you
woke up for your day to begin and I was going to bed, waiting for my day to
end. The bed’s cold and I want you here so bad. It’s been a bad day and I know
you won’t magically appear.
A couple of hours later, we are both curled up on the couch in front of the TV. After having showered, we both decide that we don’t want to go to bed just yet, as we don’t want this night to end. Furthermore, our shifts for the next day don’t begin that early, so we decide to enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the night.
An old romantic movie titled ‘You’ve Got Mail’ is playing on TV. As we have both watched it before, we aren’t really paying attention to the movie.
Owen has his hand wrapped around my shoulder and I am leaning my head on his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat and relishing in the warmth of his embrace.
We snuggle for a few long blissful moments, pretending to be interested in the show. I am beginning to feel sleepy.
“Hey, do you want to play a game?” Owen suggests suddenly.
“A game? What game?” I ask, intrigued.
“ Never have I ever.”he grins at me. “Have you ever played that game before?”
“Oh yes, I have!” I exclaim excitedly, recalling playing the game with my friends in high school, at the time when I was struggling with alcohol addiction.
Owen brings over 2 glasses of water and places it on the coffee table.
“So who starts first?” he asks.
“You go first.”I suggest.
“Ok.” he clears his throat.
“Never have I ever- had sex in an airplane before.” he begins.
I shrug, not touching my glass. He chuckles.
“Alright let’s move on to the next question then. You next.” he nudges me gently.
“Never have I ever- bungee jumped before.”I admit.
He takes a sip of his drink. “I have, in New Zealand- during my college years with my friends. It was one of the most fun trips I had, and one of my best experiences ever.” he admits.
“I’m jealous.”I wink at him.
“I’ll bring you bungee jumping one day.”he offers as my eyes light up and I look at him. He has an earnest expression on his face.
“Yes, really.” he links his pinky finger with mine, causing a smile to form on my face.
“ Ok, my turn….. Never have I ever- stolen before.” he offers.
I slowly take a sip from my cup.”Like I told you that night, I stole Derek’s car and crashed it during my teenage years.”I admit. “ He was so mad at me and wouldn’t speak to me for weeks after that.”
“I would be furious at Megan too, if she were to do that.” he chuckles.
“My turn…..never have I ever- made a prank phone call.”I say.
He takes a sip of his water. “When I was a kid, with my friends. We dialed 911 and told them that there was an emergency. We ran and hid in the bushes, watching as the team arrived to find nothing. We were really naughty back then.” he chuckles, causing me to chuckle too.
“Never have I ever.….embarrassed myself in front of a crowd.”he suggests.
I take a sip of my water. “ I was drunk and dancing on top of a bar counter before I fell from the bar counter, sending a few glasses crashing down together with me. I called Sheldon to bring me to the hospital and I stitched myself up after that.” I chuckle at the memory. I was so wild back then.
“You’re pretty badass, you know that?”Owen says, chuckling.
“I know.” I reply, winking at him.
For the next hour, we continue playing the game, having so much fun in each other’s company, and discovering new things about each other.
By the time we have run out of questions to ask, we are both exhausted. We end up sleeping on the couch, cuddled up with each other.
Alright guys, this is it- comments, reblogs, reviews and messages are very much appreciated. I would love to hear from you!! Do let me know what you think!!
Hi, anon! No, I can assure you that following you back (whichever of my latest followers you happen to be) was not a mistake, because I make a point of following back everyone who follows me. I’m swiftly approaching the time when I won’t be able to do that any longer, though, so I can easily imagine myself beginning to make apologies when that’s the case! And while there’s no way I can read the entirety of my dash under these circumstances, I do my best to strike a happy medium by checking it a few times a day and responding to things at random, whether it’s liking or reblogging or commenting. An imperfect system, maybe, but it strikes me as fair. I do answer private messages, too.
It makes sense that you would have found The Pursued and the Pursuing and Behind Us, Reflected if you did a search on Gatsby fic. They definitely ended up getting more traffic than any other pieces of rare-lit based fic I’ve ever written, maybe aside from my Hamlet content. I don’t mind it when people lurk and read, so you can continue to do that to your heart’s content. This blog’s also been a bit quieter than usual due to the fact I was traveling for several weeks over the holidays, and even slightly after. My jet-lag has continued to be weirdly pervasive and persistent even though I’ve been back a week.
I’m always happy to find other queer autistic people, so thank you for tipping your hat in that respect, too! According to the DSM4, my diagnosis is Asperger’s with an OCD component; according to the DSM5, it’s High-Functioning Autism with an OCD component. I don’t have ADHD in combination, but the joke among my friends is that I seem to be that aspie who draws a lot of ADHD folks because I’m some kind of grounding presence. Actually, that one wise-crack in my sidebar info is related: Not your parent, but sometimes everybody’s mom. For all of my own difficulties, I somehow always end up being the Mom Friend, especially at conventions or during trips.
One thing I want you to know: yes, you can write stories. It doesn’t matter what your neurodivergence combination is; it doesn’t matter what stereotypes people toss at you. We can thrive, and we can create. We can teach and travel and have complex, rewarding relationships. No matter how we can or cannot communicate, these are all things that queer autistic people accomplish all the time. Sure, there are things I’ll never be able to do (like drive, for instance), but I’ve been writing both in fandom and in the published world, too, for over half of my life. I’ve been living independently for most of that time, too. From what you say, you’re at university, and that’s a huge accomplishment.
Keep on keeping on, is what I’m saying. Our defiance is the best answer in the face of external doubt. I hope this week is good to you, too!
honestly I wouldn't worry about your username change, I changed mine a few months ago and skam will always have a place in my heart as being one of the best tv shows. It may be the 'end' of an era, but also a new beginning and does not mean that you will abandon skam, cause it'll always have a special place in your heart :) <3
youre so sweet❤️ and ure right this is ltierally my heart
I just have to say that I absolutely love your fic, The Art of Being Alive. It's so good and every chapter leaves me in suspense. Can't wait to see what you do with the finale. :) Keep up the awesome writing and thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you so much, friend! I’ve been blown away since the very beginning at how well it’s been received.
Gah, don’t remind me! I can’t believe we’re finally reaching the end. I can only hope I do it justice and live up to the expectations of not only my readers, but myself as well.
Thank you, and it has been my sincere pleasure getting to share with everyone the crazy things my mind comes up with. :)
If Sam does die in SS3, do you see Alex taking in Ruby and raising the girl as her own?
IF Sam dies, yes. I think it’s pretty obvious that Alex is already going to have some sort of role in Ruby’s life this season starting tomorrow when Alex babysits Ruby. This has also been hinted at from the beginning since Alex is the one main character outside of Sam who has had the most interactions with Ruby.
But my bet is still that Sam won’t die and that Ruby and Sam will be together and happy by the end of the season. This however doesn’t exclude Alex and that story line.
My hopeful side is that Ruby and Alex develop a bond this season and that this will lead to Alex and Sam getting closer in season 4… if you know what I mean xp
I’d been really hoping to keep this scene in the main story, but there’s just no good way to keep it, so I worked to close it off at the beginning and end to make it its own standalone short. It’s long, at over 1600 words, so keep that in mind. I promise that the next piece of fiction I write will be original and not related to my WIP lol
Summary: The Arborist’s daughter knows more than she lets on and finally asks Vincent the question she’s been meaning to ask: Who’s the villain here, really?
hey not 2 be a dumb bitch or anything nut u rly got me gasping n peeing myself with IPDA i literally though jungkook was a dumbass wow serves me right + i love u n I cant wait for ch15 and like yeah thanks for saving my life w ur fic
this whole message was a wild ride from beginning to end thank you for making my day I can’t stop laughing
anybody else feel like an absurd amount of foreboding for 2018 like 2016 sucked my soul out 2017 put my corpse into a really fast car i couldn’t control and i feel like 2018 is The Arrival At The Gates Of Satan
Park Jimin, nation’s sweetheart, does not like rapper and producer, Min Yoongi. Considering their terrible history, it probably doesn’t help that they work at the same company. Featuring some side vkook and namjin. 50/50