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beginner’s guide to horror movies

Okay, so you’ve seen a few scary movies and enjoyed them, and now you’re looking to expand your horror prowess. Maybe you’ve been reading/listening to a lot of creepypasta, and you feel like you’re ready to take the plunge. Or maybe you just have a feeling that you’d like horror, but have no idea where to start. 

I’ve been a huge fan of all things creepy and scary for years. I was just reading an article called, “Horror Gems You Haven’t Seen Yet” and realized that I actually had seen almost every film on the list, so I guess that makes me an expert. So, my new baby horror fans, allow me to introduce you to the genre.


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 Still none of you wanna talk to me and i do not appreciate that.Harry’s face in my icon is actually how i am feeling right now. None of you wanna know me? Okay that’s good. Fine! Anyways again, here is something related to the jealousy we all felt at some point towards Townes. So yeah. Enjoy and give me feedback please!


The wind blew soothingly cutting through the window of your kitchen, hitting your face perfectly. The house was silent, the only sound that was present was the knife hitting the wooden chopping board as you chopped the onions for dinner and the sweet relaxing sound of wind chime. The day was so smooth and positive that you felt your own self illuminated with positive vibes the whole day deciding to surprise your boyfriend with some lovely dinner.

When the silence started to bore you, you turned on the radio and by luck Harry was on the radio well you didn’t know about that or you forgot? Brushing the thoughts away, you turned up the volume and loud laughter of Nickolas filled your ear.

“So mate, is it true that one of the songs on the album called ‘Carolina’ is written about someone special. Do they know its about them?” Nick said cheekily and you heard harry mumbling ‘oh god’ before answering.

“Um yeah?” Harry answering extending the yeah part a bit making you giggle. Excitement started to jolt up inside you as you thought that the song was written about you. Even though nothing in the song seemed made sense related to you but you still did.

“it’s uh abou’ a person I met few years ago. Her name is in the song so I’m a bi’ fucked up. Her name is Townes.” Harry said. Uh what?? You mentally thought to yourself as the shock strike you harder than a striker hits the coins of a board game.

Townes. Who the fuck is Townes?? Never heard of that name before.

Well tonight Harry better be ready for some explanation before going to bed. Full so rage, you finished cooking dinner and waited for him patiently. eagerly. As you finished cooking, you heard the front door open and there you prepared yourself for the upcoming battle. You waked to the living room where Harry was shedding off his coat and shoes.

He looked gorgeous. He looked fucking hot. Shaking your head, you walked to him sweetly. Kill em’ with kindness.

“Hi baby” Harry said leaning in to peck your lips and you let him, because indeed you craved for a kiss too. But, Harry seemed to have other plans. With one hand flying to cup back of your neck he pulled you closer deepening the kiss. You pressed your hands up against his chest and pushed him back softly. Really Harry?

“Dinner awaits sweetie” You said trying to sound as sweet as you could. Harry gave you that raised eyebrow smirk pulling you closer to him again. Harry started kissing your neck. Oh god, you were losing it all.

“I am in a mood t’have something else baby.Maybe that sweet pus-” You couldn’t let him finish and pushed him back and went to set the dinning table. And harry wasn’t really in the mood to leave you that night. He came from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist before again starting up to kiss your neck.

The lyrics of the song relating to some other girl was messing you up. ‘She feels so good’. Yeah? You were curious how good.

“Let’s eat first” You said unwrapping his arms from your waist and sitting sound on the chair. Harry did the same and sat in front of you. Those 30 minutes only you know how you spent. Thinking about miss ‘Townes’ was boiling up your blood faster than the rate of boiling water. You were deep in your thoughts when you heard Harry chuckle.

“You alrigh’ love? You seem like yeh’re gonna kill that innocent broccoli” Harry said referring to the green veg that had its neck between your fork. You laughed nervously and went to put the plates in the sink.

“No seriously baby. Yeh seem off today” Harry said rubbing your arm. No you weren’t okay at all. Imagining another girl with Harry made you outrageous.

“Who is Townes?” You asked straight away. Harry stood there gobsmacked with a wide open mouth like he was trying to collect up his words.

“You know what? Its’s okay” you said wiping off your hands and climbed up the stairs walking up to your room with Harry follow?ng behind. 

“Babyyyyy.” He whined as you sat on the bed.

“So tha’s why you weren’t letting me touch yeh?” Harry said smirking.

“Stop smirking you wanker! ‘She feels so good huh’ go fucking sleep with her then!” You said turning away. You wrapped your arms around your chest and looked away puffing your cheeks. Loud laughs of Harry made you turn your face to look at him. This made you more angry.

“Oh my god. Yeh are so cute! I met Townes in 2014 for a day. She’s jus’ a friend and has a boyfriend now. I jus’ needed to ge’ the thoughts of her off my mind. Th’s all love.” Harry said laughing. He stopped, took a breath and again started laughing. Uh oh. Embarrassed replaced anger. Your cheeks flushed now as you stood up to leave the room but was Harry was fast enough to hold your wrist and pull you on his lap.

“You idiot. “ You said pouting as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Harry chuckled and pecked your lips.

“I love yeh and only yeh baby. And…if you didn’t know then I’d like t’let yeh know that ‘Only Angel’ is written abou’ my angel.” Harry said sweetly making you giggle. You smiled and kissed him. Harry instantly kissed you back as he made another quick move and laid you on bed under him.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and for the third time started kissing your neck. Well Harry does love paying special attention to the neck from the beginning and you had no complaints about it. You tilt your head back as Harry’s lips worked magically against the soft flesh of your neck making you moan.

“Oh yeah and abou’ the lyrics, she does feels good” Harry said smirking making you gasp as you hit his arm.

“Fucking prick!”


No bad blood against Townes. She’s absolutely beautiful and i like her. By the what do you prefer more strip that down or slow hands? I love both of them and I am indecisive and I can not decide.

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boy, oh boy have I neglected posting this concert experience story (3 ½ months overdue yike) for the people who probably could care less about it, but it is finally here, & it is v v v extensive as it includes basically every detail I can recall accurately.

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lovesick (1\1)

AKA the conchell sick fic i’ve been dying to write 


The sun is shining, the breeze is nice, and Mitchell has not murdered his younger brother yet. 

These were all pleasant facts, especially for said brother in question.

Sebastian had insisted on after-school burgers after their hellish pre-finals week. Despite the fact Sebastian hadn’t attended a full school day in weeks, he seemed very insistent on the fact of his mental exhaustion due to the upcoming exams, and Mitchell hadn’t had nearly enough fight in him to disagree with the statement. Like a student who actually had been attending his classes regularly, he was dead in every way but literally. 

So, there they were - some nameless side of the road drive through that advertised the cheapest burgers on this side of Cali. 

“What are you doing tonight?” Sebastian took a messy bite of his burger, smearing mustard all along the side of his cheek and Mitchell physically had to resist the urge to reach out and wipe it off, tucking his hands underneath his legs instead.

“Bi-weekly Skype date with Connor.” Mitchell grinned, excited. He passed over a napkin, hoping Seb would actually get the hint. He didn’t, of course, and instead threw the crumpled napkin in the backseat.

Mitchell didn’t bother to conceal his sigh, instead only going back to his own burger.

“You guys are an old married couple, it’s disgusting.” Sebastian licked a trail of grease off his wrist.

Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Just because we’ve been dating longer than you’ve ever kept a hairstyle doesn’t mean we’re boring.” Mitchell blew a huff of air into his bangs, “Nothing is ever boring with that boy.”

Sebastian hummed, flicking through his latest dating app, apparently done with the conversation.

Mitchell finished his food, singing along softly to the age-old song playing on the radio, grateful that Mitchell was the one actually doing the driving this afternoon. Their odds of reckless driving went up significantly every time Sebastian got behind the wheel, and Mitchell never enjoyed it.

He drove them home, Sebastian poking at him every few minutes to just hurry up Mitchell jeez as Mitchell safety, legally kept the speed limit.

He got them back alive - always counted as a win when Sebastian was annoying him into oblivion - and the other boy rushed to grab his things and get upstairs.

His phone was already dinging with notifications - probably Connor’s warning text that his skype invitation was about to go through - and Mitchell booted up his laptop quickly. Their skype dates - every Wednesday and Friday, occasionally Saturday - were Mitchell’s favorite hours of the week.

He finally managed to log onto his laptop, getting comfortable and settled at his desk chair, and grinned at the immediate notification that popped up. Connor icon - grinning and flipping off the camera, Travis’s cropped out grin barely visible in the small photo - greeted him. Mitchell ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up a bit like he knew Connor went crazy over, and accepted the call.

“Hey!” Mitchell grinned, shifting closer to the camera. It took a moment for the blocky connection to settle,

“Hey babe.” Connor’s voice filtered out through the speakers, the sound weak and tiny. The video was dim - too dim - and Mitchell leaned into the camera, peering at the screen with careful eyes.

Connor was in bed, that was obvious, his curls even more of a mess than usual. Usually, Connor walked and jumped around during their Skype dates, incapable of keeping still, usually hanging off the back of the couch or jumping around the living room. It was an amusing habit, one Mitchell usually laughed and teased about, and that only made it more stranger as Connor buried his face in his blanket.

Connor’s skin was pale, that was obvious even through the screen and dark lighting, and his eyes drooped weakly even as he spoke.

“How was school, Mitch?” Connor’s voice was rough as he spoke around a yawn, wiping at his eyes.

Mitchell narrowed his eyes, “…Are you in your pajamas? Did, did you not go to school?” Mitchell made a face of horror, “Are you sick?”

“The doctor said to rest.” Connor told him, his tone edging on dismissive. “It’s just pneumonia.”

“Just?” Mitchell’s voice was high and shrill.

“I’m fine.” Connor mumbled into the screen. “Just…tired.”

Mitchell bit his lip, staring at the other boy with hardly concealed concern. “You should get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you later, okay? We can make up our Skype date later.”

The lack of protest was startling – usually Mitchell’s attempts to end their late night calls ended with several minutes of drawn out goodbyes and whines. But the other boy hardly blinked back at him before yawning goodnight and hanging up, leaving Mitchell alone and staring at his computer screen.

Mitchell stared at the empty homescreen for a long moment, just blinking at his reflection.

“Aright.” He said out loud, waiting another moment before shoving himself up. He pulled his duffel from under the bed, the essentials already packed. He knew to be prepared at this point.

“Sebastian! Come here!” He called over his shoulder, throwing his bag onto his bed. He waited a few moments, grabbing his phone and charger in the time, and shoved them both into the empty side pocket of the duffel.

“Sup broseph?” Sebastian asked, leaning on the doorway, barely looking up from the frantic tapping away at his phone.

Mitchell already had his duffel bag unzipped, looking through what he had already stuffed in his bag, and considering what else he needed. “Connor’s sick and I’m gonna go take care of him – I’ll be back Sunday night. Can you cover for me with Maria and Jacques?”

Sebastian looked up from his phone at that, blinking a few times. “Wait, what? You’re what?”

“I’m visiting Connor.” Mitchell repeated, a bit impatiently.

“In…New York?” Sebastian clarified.

Mitchell huffed out a breath. “Yes. In New York. Because he’s sick. Can you cover for me with your parents or not?”

“I mean, yeah.” He shrugged, “I’ll tell them you’re spending the weekend at Naomi’s. But are you sure going to New York is like, the best idea?”

“You’re not going to talk me out of it.” Mitchell told him, looking for his jeans. Under his bed – great, they were probably dirty. He packed them anyways.

Sebastian held up his hands. “Hey, as a child of Aphrodite it’s basically a sin for me to try and talk you out of making this insanely adorable declaration of your love, but it’s a 40 hour drive. So. Consider that.”

“Who said I was going to drive?” Mitchell asked, throwing other his duffel bag. He began digging through his drawer, clothes flying everywhere in the process.

Sebastian huffed, “Still! That’s an expensive plane ticket.”

“Not a plane either.” He finally found what he was looking for, holding up a thin purple vial to the light, “I helped Lou with Micah’s birthday present in exchange for this baby. I was going to save it for our six month, but this is important.”

Sebastian gave him a judgmental look and Mitchell sighed, taking a moment to turn and explain.

“Listen Seb, Travis is a good brother but I am fully convinced he simply threw a bottle of cough medicine in Connor’s general direction and skipped town or something. Anyways, it’s Friday. I’ll come back Sunday night.” Mitchell shook the bottle, “There should be enough for two trips. If not, I’ll book a plane ticket.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but began digging through his closet, hopefully to help him pack. “Fine, I’ll cover for you with the parents. But be careful not to sex him up so much when he’s sick, dear brother. I’ve been there, it’s not cute.”

“We’re not going to have sex!” Mitchell rolled his eyes, and paused. “Tonight. Probably.” Mitchell shrugged, “Not while he’s sick, at least.”

Sebastian gave him an incredibly dry look, reaching over and dumping a few condoms into his open duffel without breaking his gaze.

Seb zipped up the bag and shoved it in his chest. “Go before Maria gets home. Do you have his address?”

Mitchell nodded, peeling a post-it note off his wall and holding it up. “Right here. I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll Iris-message you tomorrow.”

Seb waved him off, pulling out his phone to probably call his thing of the week.

Mitchell held up the small vial to the light, studying the thick purple syrup. He trusted Lou, yeah, but…

Mitchell bit his lip, remembering the miserable flush on Connor’s cheeks, barely visible through the video chat. With this image in mind, he cracked the top and swallowed down a mouthful.


Mitchell spat the bitter taste out of his mouth, completely unprepared for how vile the potion tasted. Wasn’t magic supposed to be sweet?  

He adjusted the back hanging over his shoulder, staring up at the building in front of him. The potion had dropped him in a nearby alley, close enough that the surroundings were familiar enough for Mitchell to find his way. He quickly stopped by a nearby bodega , filling up a few bags full of supplies, and set out towards his building.

Mitchell had been to the shared Stoll apartment only once before, and has been much less interested in the space as they had been…preoccupied.

Mitchell shook the idea out of his head, shifting the crackling plastic bags over to one hand. The door was locked, most definitely. It was the middle of the day, Travis most likely out. He sighed. There was really only one choice.

The door clicked open easily, Mitchell glancing around before slipping the pins back in his pocket. He liked to be prepared, okay? It was nice to always have what you needed.

The apartment was cleaner than he expected nice open windows that set the sun gloss over the dark hardwood floor. He couldn’t even image the rent on a place this nice in New York City.

Just like he predicted, the apartment was nearly empty, Travis nowhere in sight. He headed towards the room he was pretty sure was Connor’s and shifted the bags over to one hand as he swung the door open.

Connor was there, in bed, sprawled across his mattress. He was shirtless, a shiny sheen to his skin. He barely lifted his head as Mitchell walked in, instead pushing his face into a pile of pillows. Mitchell crouched down next to him, a worried frown crossing his face.

“How did you get in?” Connor asked, his flushed face still buried into his pillow.

“Picked the lock.” Mitchell used one hand to smooth the other boy’s curls back from his forehead, frowning.

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He declared, turning over on his back. He stared at Mitchell for a second, his eyes squinted and his voice drowsy. “What’s up?”

Mitchell held up the bags, smiling a bit. “I got you flu medicine, soup, and Gatorade.”

“Grape?” He asked hopefully, his eyes still closed and his face still buried in his pillow.

“Of course.” Mitchell answered easily, throwing down his duffel and grocery bags. “Here, drink some water before you fall back asleep. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

Connor did as told, draining the entire water bottle in one go before falling back into his pillows. “Night babe.”

Mitchell took the bottle from his loose fingers, “Night, darling.”

He took to cleaning up Connor’s room a bit, mostly just gathering up the loose crumbled tissues and taking out the trash. He threw in a load of laundry, knowing how much both boys detested the chore, and folded the pile on top of the dryer.

Cleaning always calmed him, soothed him in a way only complete order could. He wasn’t a neat freak or anything – he lived in a cabin with ten other teenagers – and his room back room was far from order – but it was always nice to work with his hands, and have something nice come out of it.

He moved onto the rest of the house next, wiping down the slightly sticky counters in the kitchen and throwing out some probably-sentient take-out.

Mitchell had just begun cleaning up the minimal mess in the living room – more tissues, a few plates left out – when he heard a few rough coughs from the direction of Connor’s room, and the bed creaking from obvious shifting.

He threw the dirty plates in the kitchen – a mental note in place to wash them later – and grabbed the grocery bags he came in with to check on the other boy.

“Hey, how ya feeling?” Mitchell asked, shifting through the bag to pull out the still-chilled Gatorade. He cracked the cap and held it out. But Connor, red-cheeked probably from his fever, only stared at him in bewilderment.

Connor blinked, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes. He looked more surprised than Mitchell would have expected after speaking to him barely an hour ago.

“I…You’re here?”

Mitchell pressed the bottle into Connor’s hands, “Drink.” He ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re not getting dehydrated on my watch.”

Connor was still blinking at him. “I…thought I was hallucinating. You’re, uh, you’re here. Wow, um. Hi.”

Mitchell smiled fondly at him, poking his arm. “Hey hun.”

Connor pushed himself up, his comforter falling to pool at his waist. “You’re actually here. We should – we should go do something. You’re here, we should have fun.”

Mitchell reached out, gently pushing the other boy back. Even from the soft touch of Mitchell’s fingertips, he could feel how hot and clammy the other boy’s skin was.

“Lay down.” Mitchell ordered softly. “I’ll be here all weekend. But first, you’re gonna have to focus on feeling better.”

“I feel fine.” Connor told him, despite his fluttering eyes and flushed skin. “Seriously, we shouldn’t waste this visit –“

“It’s not a waste if it’s for you.” Mitchell only told him, tipping back the water bottle a bit so Connor would actually drink it.

Connor took a long drink and passed it back. Mitchell smoothed back his curls, enjoying the way Connor leaned in heavily to his touch.

“Let’s take your temperature.” He pulled out the red bag he found in their bathroom, the white cross distinctly familiar as the first aid kits kept at camp. He found the thermometer easily, still in the plastic. He ripped it off, playing with the buttons for a moment. “Open your mouth, c’mon.”

Connor groaned, “You know, I usually love to hear those words from you. Now, not so much.”

Mitchell smiled at that, “It’ll only take a moment. Now, tongue up.”

He complied, making a scrunched up face that warmed Mitchell’s chest a bit. The thermometer beeped after a moment, the display glowing a soft blue.

Mitchell hummed. “102.1”

Connor fell back onto his pillows. “That’s…not good?”

“You’ll feel better when it goes down.” Mitchell told him instead.

“I have to pee.” Connor said after a moment, pushing himself up. He moved slowly, shoving off his blankets with weak hands, and settled his feet on the carpet, looking unsure.

Connor stood, wobbling worryingly for a moment. Mitchell was at his side in a second, his hands hovering over the other boy’s skin. “Do you need help?”

Connor frowned, “No, I don’t need –“ He paused, the flush in his cheeks paling. He fell forward, Mitchell’s hands catching him, and stumbled towards the bathroom.

“I’m going to be sick.” He gasped, before doing just that, barely making it to the toilet in time.

Mitchell pulled Connor’s curls back, using a rubber band to tie his curls back while rubbing circles into the other boys back.

Connor finished, coughing a few more times into the toilet as Mitchell stood, grabbing a dishtowel from under the sink and running it under the cold water. He had a water bottle within reach, thankfully, probably forgotten there as he was cleaning.

Connor wiped at his mouth, exhaustion in every line of his body as he fell back against the wall. “You’re the best Mitchell, and I’m so happy to see you, but you should go. This can’t be very fun for you.”

Mitchell passed over a wet cloth and water bottle, “I deal with sick kids all the time. If I couldn’t handle a little puke, there’s no way I could survive as a camp counselor.” Mitchell settled down next to him, the bathroom tile cold and hard under his damp palms. He smoothed back Connor’s messy curls, holding them out of his face as Connor wiped his face off. Connor reached for the mouthwash on the counter and Mitchell helped him lean over carefully and spit it into the shower drain.

“I haven’t eaten in like, two days. How is throwing up even possible.” Connor groaned, his head dropping down onto Mitchell’s shoulder. “This is horrible. I feel horrible.”

Mitchell hummed sympathetically, his arm coming up to curl around Connor’s shoulders. Connor’s cheek was hot against his skin, his breath huffing against Mitchell’s neck.

Mitchell ran his fingers through Connor’s curls, and pressed his dry lips to Connor’s heated forehead.

Mitchell took a deep breath, giving the other boy one more moment. “Brush your teeth and use the washroom. I’ll go put on a movie, come on.”

Connor looked up hopefully. “Monster Inc.?”

“Your favorite. Already set up and ready to go.” Mitchell grinned, pulling him up. He gave Connor a few minutes alone in the bathroom, listening to the faucet click on and off and the toilet flush as he leaned against Connor’s bedroom wall. It was only a few more minutes until the door swung open, revealing the other boy with much, much fresher breath.

Mitchell held out his arm, letting Connor come to him. The other boy leaned heavily on him, his arm coming up to hang off Mitchell’s waist.

Mitchell helped him to the couch, dropping him off easily while the other boy groaned and curled on the cushion. Mitchell gave him a fond look before speaking.

“You should try and drink some broth and crackers, see if you can keep it down.” Mitchell grabbed the fleece blanket off the arm chair and draped it over his legs, tucking in the sides like he always did for the younger kids.

“Food is probably the worst idea you’ve ever had.” He declared from his place on the couch, but he sat up slightly and stared at Mitchell with tired eyes. “Like, actually the worst.”

“Well, you’re gonna try and keep it down.” Mitchell told him sweetly, ripping open one of the instant soup packets he picked up from the store. It only took hot water and a minute in the microwave to make – and it was probably horrible high in sodium – but it was the same, familiar brand the camp store held, which he knew the other boy would appreciate.

Mitchell caught Connor peeking over the couch arm with interest, the heavy scent probably making its way over to the other boy already.

He smiled softly, adding a bit of spice to the soup. Hopefully, the spice would help clear out Connor’s congestion – it was always a popular trick with the sick Aphrodite kids. He quickly bowled it and made it back to the living room where the selection screen for the movie was already on loop. He had put in the DVD earlier when he was cleaning, already planning to persuade Connor into dragging his feet to the couch so Mitchell could clean up his room.

“Eat.” Mitchell instructed, smoothing out the blanket before passing over the warm bowl. He settled next to Connor, their bodies brushing, and reached for the remote.

Connor caught his wrist before he could press play, focusing intensely on the soup in his lap.

“What’s wrong?” Mitchell frowned, his hand coming up to brush Connor’s cheeks and forehead. “Is your fever bothering you? I can go grab an ice pack if you want.”

Connor glanced up at Mitchell, catching his hand before he could pull away. “Thank you for this.” Connor told him softly. “You know, Mom’s always busy with work and Travis is great but he’s horrible with sick people and…I don’t know. I haven’t had someone take care of me in…years.” Connor gave him a half-shrug, his eyes glassy. “It…means a lot to me, Mitchell. You being here.”

Mitchell blinked a few times. “Of course Connor. I…” Mitchell’s eyes flickered away and back in a nervous movement. “I love you. Of course.”

Connor smiled, the movement a bit weak and hazy. “I love you too, Mitchell.” He burrowed his face into Mitchell’s neck, “Tell me again when I’m not super gross and I promise at least like, three blowjobs are in order.”

“Will do.” Mitchell laughed, pressing the other boy a bit closer. He grabbed for the remote, flipping on the movie, and Connor was asleep – his bowl drained – before Boo made it into Sully and Mike’s apartment.

Mitchell finished watching the movie, keeping his laughter low at the familiar jokes. It was nice, having this. A familiar movie playing, a warm, sleepy, albeit sickly boy at his side, his arms curled around Mitchell’s waist.

Connor was already drooling onto Mitchell’s sleeve. At least he was mostly cute.

Before the movie was over - right before the scene that always had Mitchell sniffing into his sleeve - the lock in the door clicked and turned, and Mitchell glanced over in time to see Travis dunking through the doorway.

“Hey Mitchell.” Travis greeted, his voice casual. He held up the grocery bag dangling from his hand, “Got you some of that strawberry milk you love.”

Mitchell sighed, carefully pushing the sleeping boy off of him and standing.

“Of course you did. Because you knew I was here. Of course.” Mitchell answered in a breezy voice, collecting Connor’s empty soup bowl, fixing the blanket to settle across the other boy before walking over. “And keep your voice down, Connor’s sleeping.”

Travis nodded, wrinkling his nose. “Good. He was vomiting all night, it was disgusting.”

Mitchell rolled his eyes, almost hip-checking him as he dunked past to throw the dishes on the sink. He turned on the tap, warming up the water, and dumped a glob of soap on the sponge.

“How’s Katie?” He asked, because he really did enjoy the other girl’s presence, usually in the midst of some poorly thought through Stoll ‘adventure’.

Travis jumped on the counter, letting his feet hit the cabinets as they swung. “She’s bored. Living in Kansas can do that to you. I’m thinking about visiting her this weekend. She wants to pull a prank on one of her teachers and could use the backup, I think.”

Mitchell nodded slowly. “That’s…nice of you. When was the last time you two met up?”

“Two weeks ago. I missed her, thought why not.” Mitchell shot him a surprised look that had him laughing.

Travis winked at him, “Mom’s an airline stewardess. We fly free.”

Mitchell blinked, “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, that’s nice. Tell her I said hello and that she’s my favorite.”

“Will do.” Travis told him with a grin, turning his head so he could spy on his younger brother passed out on the couch. ”Monsters Inc.? How’d you know?”

Mitchell shrugged, scrubbing at a plate stain particularly hard. “He mentioned it once. It’s his favorite sick day movie.”

Travis raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been forced to watch it twice a year or so since we were kids. What’s yours?”

Mitchell snorted. “Spaceballs.” He shrugged at Travis’s laughter, rinsing off the bubbly dishes. “It’s a classic.”

“Can’t fight that. I always been more of a Good Burger kind of guy.”

Mitchell nodded in approval. That was one of Asher’s favorites, and he’d been forced to listen to the dialogue play in the background of their cabin for years. He finished up the dishes, feeling completely at home in the apartment, and tried not to bicker with Travis too loudly.

Later, his boyfriend would wake up lovingly tucked in in his own bed, Mitchell curled into his side, and he’d smile a bit too softly to be anything but lovesick. 

History Rant: Shinsengumi/Bakumatsu

Okay, it’s been a while since I asked about what you guys wanna know about Japanese history, and I haven’t forgotten you. I guess I’ve got a few thoughts bouncing around in my head so I’m just going to rant about the shinsengumi and the surrounding time period for a bit cause I feel like it. Uhh if you need sources and want to read more, I could probably find some for you, but this is all from my brain lmao. I repeat: this is definitely not even remotely everything I could say on the subject nor is it researched or sourced okay please read this post lightly and not as a scholarly article!!! That being said, DO feel free to use the information below as a springboard for your own interest and research. 

This is my absolute favorite time period in Japanese history. When I was about 14 (in the ancient year 2000), I discovered the shinsengumi via Rurouni Kenshin. Sure they were the enemies, but I wanted to know who these people were and at the time there was little to no information on them. Then I just started learning a lot about Japanese history and taking Japanese classes, lol it was a gateway drug. Contrary to what everyone might think, I could not chose anyone in the Shinsengumi as my favorite historical figure, but I love them like something out of a really cool story. I think history is supremely interesting; often more interesting than novels. I hope you’ll enjoy learning a bit about them too. 

First of all, a brief history. You have to know that the Shinsengumi (which just means the new group/squad/whatever) came around in a time of civil war. After ~200 years of isolation, the Tokugawa shogunate and its system of keeping the warlords under its control had turned the balance in economy and social structure upside down so that the people on top (the samurai) were the poorest. The shogunate itself also became weak and ineffective, and by the 1850s when Perry showed up to force Western trade on Japan there was legit NOTHING to be done except accept his offer or face utter defeat in the face of a West that had advanced while Japan hid in its own borders with minimal outside contact. 

Two major factions came out of this: one for opening to the west, and one for expelling the foreigners (most notably headed by the Choshu, Satsuma, and Tosa clans, who were not among those in favor of the shogunate). The second one later came to support getting rid of the shogunate and reestablishing the emperor and became known as “sonno joi” which is easier to type than all of that. 

So where do the shinsengumi come into this?  They were formed from a bunch of ronin to protect the xenophobic wimpy emperor in Kyoto (aka hold him captive) and uphold the laws of the also wimpy shogunate. Originally they were stationed outside of Kyoto, but were eventually given permission to police the city. 

And they were AWFUL. Straight-up, the worst. They were given a lot of nicknames, most famous of which is the Wolves of Mibu. They hunted down and slaughtered the emperor’s supporters.

They had very strict rules, which on the surface seem almost honorable - following bushido (which is just a bunch of bs made up by the ailing upper class btw), no personal fights, no personal income, can’t leave the shinsengumi - but they resulted in a lot of members having to commit suicide or having to die in battle. And they did mercilessly enforce their code. An example that comes to mind is Yamanami Keisuke, who was a vice commander of the shinsengumi like HIjikata, and had to commit seppuku when he tried to leave. 

The Ikedaya incident aka map 6 is what really got them famous and made people want to join them. They crushed a group of sonno joi supporters and probably?? prevented them from setting fire to Kyoto. 

The shinsengumi are really famous and romanticised today, as you well know. Like most of Japanese history, the bad parts are glossed over! But I do love them, so I can’t say anything. 

Returning to the general view of historical events, what I think is really interesting about this time period is how things ended up. Sonno Joi did win in the end. The shogunate gave up power, and they reestablished the emperor, but—! The emperor’s supporters moved the imperial hq and set him up as a puppet ruler, making themselves the actual ruling council (aka just like the shogunate) and then began a very seriously intense westernizing of Japan! Expel the foreigners indeed, haha. 


UM, I want to post something more in-depth about the swords and their characters and stuff but I’m still thinking about it >__> so you get this shitty nonsense instead. About 50% history, 50% my thoughts and JUST Hijikata and Okita for right now bc they are kind of like the BIG 4 popular sword group (sorry Nagasone) and also (my) faves. Although I feel like I wanna add Kondo he’s just kinda boring and then I also wanna write about Sakamoto Ryoma (who Kondo was executed for killing lol IF HE DID???) but I haven’t even mentioned him thus far and tbh he deserves his own post. 

Hijikata Toshizo, Vice Commander, devil creature?, hot guy

Here he is, wow look at this handsome fella. Yes that’s right this is my icon. I have read that Kane’s personality is based on him (in the same way that Yam emulates Okita) but I don’t think so at all. Mostly because Kane is a stupid muffin and actual Hijikata was known to be a serious samurai guy. Just a farmer guy (and kind of .. pharmacist?) being the best he can be. He was mostly in charge of keeping things in order in the shinsengumi, and also did a lot of interrogation… and may have done some very, very gruesome things. But also, he wrote shitty haiku, which is p charming. Apparently he was incredibly handsome and people fell in love with him like all the time and I know that’s true bc I’m also in love with him. 

After everything, he kept on being the best and led what was left of the shinsengumi after Kondo was executed, trying to fight the new government. But he was gunned down in the battle of Hakodate (lmfao the Kane/Hori scene in map 1-1 which tells you the order of these…. is none). 

I’m pretty sure that Kane’s design and personality are LARGELY influenced by the more romanticised versions of Hijikata in things such as Hakuouki (which I haaaate, no offense). But I like to think that a lot of it comes from him being a sword from a proper name, just without an real antiquity or heritage. Like Hijikata is a farmer-born ronin following bushido and upholding the samurai lifestyle, Kane is kind of a weird excited kid who is a fancy sword…? Well, maybe it’s a stretch. Just aiming really high and being super hot.

Horikawa is kind of a mystery though. I think his outfit at least stems from the more modernized Hijikata you can see above, but I can’t really get the rest. Like I said I didn’t like.. do research for this post, so I’d be interested in hearing other opinions or ideas! 

Okita Souji, 1st squad leader, child prodigy, eventual cat-hater

OTHER THAN artists’ renders?? this is the best photo I’ve ever been able to find and I’m not sure if they ever confirmed that it’s Okita. 

What does he look like, who knows.  Regardless…  he was not beautiful like Hijikata, but we can keep pretending. This bitch was so good at swords when he was a kid he had mastered like all the things by the time he was 18 and became an instructor himself. He was the leader of the 1st uh, troop of the Shinsengumi and famous for being really fucking good at stabbing dudes in the fucking neck and also being a generally funny happy guy. I’ve read he liked to play with kids too, which is p cute (or creepy). He’s like always paired with Hijikata (in EVERYTHING) but idek if they were friends. He had tuberculosis as everyone knows, and it’s said to have been discovered when he collapsed during the Ikedaya incident, but the cause of his collapse is debatable.  Still, as a result he had a very very short life, and so died outside of the fighting in a hospital at about about 25ish? He tried to murder a cat he kept seeing in the garden and he couldn’t, and that really pissed him off. 

What can I say about okitagumi?? It’s already well-known that Kashuu looks fancy because the sword broke and couldn’t be repaired. I don’t need to address that or really anything about him. Except that I love him. Both he and Yams look p young because Okita was very young himself, so I like to imagine they both reflect his age despite their own age/origins/etc bc they have such a deep connection with him. I also hope that every time they’re pictured with cats, it’s bc of the above reason. 

But YAMS??? Now I have at least one thought about his design. Of course he was made to reflect Okita bc he looks up to him so much. But…????

The aforementioned (prettier movie/ova version of) Rurouni Kension version Okita Souji is always the one I imagine bc just….!?? Whenever I look at Yams this is legit all I see. If you have not seen this movie, then please watch him in action here in this clip of the Ikedaya incident, just the first minute or so. I’m right, right? You know I’m right. Except for the clear gap in design details, Yams looks like he’s copying him 100%. Also his bubbly/kind personality that gets a little bit creepy/idgaf in battle is soo the stereotypical Okita personality, it’s so good.


Anyway, PLEASE feel free to send me your thoughts/theories or requests or anything like that. I’d love to hear what you think! 


Suggested reading:

So if you’ve made it this far, congratulations on reading this… masterpiece. I wouldn’t consider it a really good reference or anything (PLEASE), and I honestly just wrote it bc I felt like it. Future history info will be more informative with actual research and references/sources, and I’ll probably do another, more educational post on the Shinsengumi and the time period in the future. HOWEVER for now, if you are very interested in the Shinsengumi and want some actual intellectual and organized information, I URGE you to please read this book: 

Shinsengumi: The Shoguns Last Samurai Corps by Romulus Hillsborough

It is THE English book on the Shinsengumi. I recently bought it again for my kindle (I left my hardback copy in america lol) and it is just as great as I remember. Seriously worth the read. 

I loved Mags - but unfortunately she wasn’t in this one. I’ll be honest, I don’t know where this one was going at all. It just sort of… happened. And it ended up really fluffy. Meh, you guys will let me know what you think! This second part was requested by @the-satanic-nebula. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Have you plan a sequel for A soldier, a ghost? It was a really good one, loved the OC Mags too. She sounds like a fun girl :)

“A Soldier, A Ghost” (Part 2)

Part 1

When Bucky Barnes wasn’t messing up his words, he could be a real sweetheart. Smooth, charming, and funny. The whole package.

After dinner, you’d been left completely frazzled by the information he had relayed to you. Sensing your bewilderment, he’d kept his arm linked with yours as he walked you home.

He asked to see you again as he leaned against your doorframe. Completely calm. Cool. Collected. It seemed to be Bucky Barnes in a nutshell, though no history textbook would tell you that. You handed him your phone and told him to put his number in though immediately after doing so, it struck you that he might not have a mobile phone. However, your fears were extinguished when he handed the phone back to you with a contact saved under “Hot Guy”. You rolled your eyes, smiled, and shut your door.

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#1, how you meet.

Carter: He’s usually not one to take a dance class, because he’s been told he has so much natural talent as it is. But this time, he’s happy he did. He’s always really liked hip hop dance, and now he’s in this class with a beautiful girl right next to him. Most of the time is spent either showing off for you, or watching as your body moves expertly to the music. By the time he’s actually paying any attention, the class is over. Just as you grab your bag, his hand grasps onto your arm gently. “Hey,” he says confidently. “I’m Carter. And you are?”

Cameron: Now that it was finally warm enough to take out your longboard, you decided to take a scenic ride by the river near your house. You step on, letting the wind flow freely through your hair as you twist and turn down the boardwalk. You stop and sit on the river for a while, suddenly being joined. “You’re really good!” a deep voice says. You look next to you and see a beautiful boy with wispy hair and big brown eyes. “I was trying to catch up to you. I’m Cameron.”  you giggle a little. “I’m (y/n).” “Cool. Wanna keep going? Maybe get to know each other a little bit?”

Nash: One sunny Saturday morning, you decided to take a bike ride through your neighbourhood. Just as you pass a park, decide to ride through and take a bit of a break. You lean your bike against a bench and sit next someone. “Hey,” he offers, putting his hand up for a half wave. “Hey.” you look at the park and see a really cute little girl playing on the monkey bars. “Aww, is she your sister?” his bright blue eyes sparkle as he turns to look at you. “Yeah, I’m Nash.” “(y/n).” “Well, (y/n)…” he stands up, handing you his phone. “I’d like to see you again. Number maybe?”

Jack J: Going to parties was kind of not his thing, but he figured ‘why not’ this time. When he gets there, he spots numerous people he knows. He bumps fists with old friends, spotting you from across the room. “Who’s that?” he nods at you. “Oh, that’s (y/n).” He keeps talking to friends for a while, but makes his way to you as soon as possible. “Hey!” he shouts over the music pulsating through the speakers. “Hey!” you smile, turning towards him. “I’m Jack. And you’re (y/n)?” you raise an eyebrow. “Wanna dance?”

Jack G: You’re at the airport waiting for your luggage. You’ve just returned from a trip visiting your friend that had moved to another state, but your luggage was on a different plane that hasn’t arrived yet. You notice a boy sitting alone and eyeing you from a few seats down. “Hey”, he finally says after about 10 minutes of waiting, “My name’s Jack. How much is a ticket for the perfect vacation that is looking into your eyes?” You smile and reply, “For you? Free.”

Shawn: You hear the bell ring above the door just behind you, followed by the sound of a skateboard scraping along the floor. “No boards in here please, its fragile.” “Sorry,” a boy says, not looking you in the face. He slowly walks up the aisle with all of the newer music, stopping at Ron Pope. You notice he keeps looking back at you, and that’s when you see his light brown eyes and crooked smile. He enthusiastically picks up an album with a smile on his face and heads over to the counter. You walk to the register and smile at him. “Good choice, this is my favourite album by him,” you say, seeing a blush spread across his face. “It’s mine too, I’m Shawn,” he says nervously picking at the edge of his nails. “Well Shawn, that’ll be $23.50,” you state, wishing he wouldn’t leave so fast. He hands you exact change and starts to head out the door, before turning around and saying “You never told me your name.” you smile and reply, “(y/n), my names (y/n).”

Matt: You can feel the tears pricking at the side of your eyes but you refuse to let them fall as you walk quickly through the almost empty park. You lie down carefully, looking to see if anyone was watching before letting your tears fall freely, covering your face as you weep. You feel a hand on your shoulder, and quickly you turn and see a blond teenage boy squatting next to you. “Are you okay?” he asks, studying your face as your eyes fall to the ground. You can feel the tears building even more as you shake your head no. A panicked look crosses his face before a smile spreads over his lips. “What does a frog drink?” you look at him puzzled before letting out a small “what”. “roaka-cola!” he says enthusiastically. You laugh more at his sad attempt than the joke itself, but it cheers you up enough to look up. “Do you wanna go somewhere to talk about what’s wrong…?” “(y/n).” you shake your head and he gives you his hand as he helps you up. “Well (y/n), I’m Matthew and it’s nice to meet you.”

Aaron: Today you’re going to look at puppies up for adoption. You’ve wanted a dog for the longest time, and now since you’re living with a roommate instead of your parents, you can finally get one. You’re so busy cooing and looking at the dogs that you run right into someone. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” a boy with big, chocolate brown eyes says, blushing. “No, it was totally my fault,” you reply sheepishly, “I was too busy looking at the dogs.” “Me too, these little guys are so funny!” You stand next to the boy and see a baby pug sitting in its water bowl. “I’m (y/n), What’s your name?” “Aaron. It’s great to meet you, (y/n).”

Hayes: You’ve never been very flexible, but somehow you made it on the cheerleading squad. The night of the first football game arrived and you were so nervous. You sat on the bleachers and tried to mentally prepare yourself when you heard a voice behind you. “Shouldn’t you be, uh, practising or something?” You look up and see a boy in football gear. “I could ask you the same question,” you reply. “I like to come out here before games to get psyched. I like thinking that in about an hour someone will be sitting here cheering me on. It’s a great feeling, being on the field. I’m Hayes, the quarterback. What’s your name?”

Taylor: You’ve just stormed away from dinner with your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, rather. You found out from his little sister that he had brought another girl home while you were on vacation. You were stunned. You didn’t know where to go, so you drove your car into the nearest parking lot, got out, collapsed onto the curb, and just sat there with your head in your lap. “Hey! Are you okay?” You hear someone yell from a few feet away. “Because you look fine as hell.” The voice was closer now. You look up and see a boy wearing a bandanna, and you can’t help but grin a little bit. “Smooth.” you say. “I’m Taylor, and you look like you could use some love. I know a great place down the street. Would you please join me?”

Sam: You scan through your dashboard, bored out of your mind. You just got back from work at the coffee shop down the street and had absolutely nothing to do. You open another tab and search in twitter, hoping something there would catch your eye, that’s when you noticed you had a reply. Your heart starts to race as you remember you tweeting Sam Wilkinson this morning. You slowly scan what he says over 3 times “@y/t/n hey I hope you have a wonderful day too.” A smile dominates your face as you tweet him again, and see a notification pop saying you have a new follower. You can’t help but feel happiness dictate your body. Suddenly you hear a dm and see Sam’s icon on the side. You two don’t stop talking the whole night.

Dillon: You’d been walking in the park for hours, you barely realize it’s dark. You see a shadow across the park and your heart starts to race, now is not the time to die. You feel your chest start to close as the figure got closer, but once he was under the street light you could see he was about your age, and wore a genuine smile. “What are you doing here this late?” he asks, sitting on the plastic dinosaur in front of you. “I’m not going home so I’m here.” You say. He gets up, a worried look spreads across his face. “Well, you can’t stay here all night,” he states, coming closer than a stranger should. “Come home with me.” He says, reaching out his hand. You smile at him and gladly take it. You walk with him, and don’t end up going home that night. 

Jacob: You’re at Starbucks, where you usually spend your afternoons studying for your exams, when a boy you’ve never seen before walks in and orders. He then sat down close to you. “Hi,” you said shyly, “I’ve never seen you around before.” “Oh, I just moved here. Why?” “Oh, no reason really, I was just wondering. Why don’t you come join me? I’m (y/n).” “Jacob,” he says, a smile spreading across his face. 

Calum (Losing your v-card)

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Request: yes

Smut: lol yeah

Pairing: (y/n) x Calum

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I sat down on our shared bed and clicked on the Twitter icon. In my head I knew I shouldn’t have done it but, it’s been a while and I was extremely bored; Cal is supposed to be home in an hour. The messages were non-stop fuel of pure hatred from the fans of Calum. They kept saying how fat I was, that I didn’t deserve Cal, and that he could do better.

I’m normally not the girl to cry about this stuff, and I felt completely fine. But the tears rolling down my cheeks said otherwise. Maybe they were right.

I got up and went to the full length mirror and studied my figure. There were stretch marks on my legs, cellulite, and some scars from past basketball games. My thighs came together, making it look like a flat ass. I giggled a bit. But then immediately put on a frown. Why couldn’t I be the ideal girl for Cal?

Now that I started thinking of how I should be a better girlfriend for Cal, I started to cry more. The tears stained my cheeks from disappointment. I picked up my phone to see that Calum had tried to call me six times. That was never good.

I wiped off most of the ruined mascara from my cheeks and tried to clear my throat from all of the sobbing I did. He was calling me again and it took me a second to pick it up, for I was now having a hiccup problem.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Cal asked with a worrying tone in his voice.

“I- I’m fine.” I hiccuped in between. I cringed at myself, he would be able to hear me hiccup.

“Ar- are you crying?” Calum stopped in between to hear my uneven, shaky breaths.

That’s when I started sobbing again. I couldn’t help it. And with me acting like I had no emotion to hate, I had bottled it up until this very last second. Now was the time to let it go, and I did.

“Babe, I’m coming home,” Calum began, then paused and heard me silently cry before saying above a whisper, “I love you.”

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Cal came in slowly, as if he would break me. But he wouldn’t. He closed the door behind him and made his way towards me, locking eyes with me, full of love and worry. I probably looked the same way.

“Stand up.” Calum said in a sweet voice. I wiped my face off and hiccuped for what hopefully would be the last time.

I stood up and looked Cal in the eyes. They sparkled even though they were, in his words, “shit brown”. I gave a small smile as I looked around his face. The little blonde in his hair, his plump lips, and his cute big nose that still looked attractive. He looked so pretty. All of him was.

I don’t know if he was doing the same but as I averted my eyes to his, he was looking at my lips. He was just so beautiful and I couldn’t resist but kiss back. I don’t think he knew I was going to kiss him, he didn’t look at me to know. But it was beautiful.

His hands were roaming my sides, groping me and trailing his hands in a graceful way. It gave me goosebumps and my breathing was getting faster. This boy could do wonders to me. Every kiss was full of passion and lip tugging. It was getting really hot so I messed with the bottoms of Cal’s shirt, slowly lifting it up.

It caught on his chin and we both giggled. He blushed once it was off but I still laughed. Even with doing something so silly, he made me love him even more. His plump lips made their way to my jaw, leaving a trail of his essence, down my neck. He made me feel so good and I made a little moan, along with some shaky breaths.

My hands roamed his chest, slowly making their way back up to his face, making him stop kissing me but look me in the eyes instead. He looked so beautiful.

“I love you, so much, Calum.” My breathing picked up a little more if that was possible, at the sight of him smiling back at me.

“I’m pretty sure I love you more, darling.” God, oh my god. He only needed to say a few things and I was drawn to him like food.

I kissed him harder than before, not taking a moment to breathe. He bundled my t-shirt at the bottom and brings it up and over my head, making my hair a mess. It didn’t look too flattering, but he claimed that it was cute.

We kept backing up until we hit the edge of the bed, all the while we were making out. He picked my legs up and swiftly laid me down on the bed, him following suit. His hands never left my body, making me shiver in his touch.

I signaled that I wanted his pants off, and he nodded. He got up and took them off, standing in front of me. I gulped at the next thought in my head, but from how damp my panties were, and how fast my heart was beating, I wanted him to de-flower me.

“Cal.” I spoke between ragged breaths. He was just inches above me, making marks on my collarbones. I moaned a little.

“y/n.” He responded with a groan, as I pulled on his hair. That made me want him even more, as I tried to create friction near my core.

“I want you to de-flower me.” Cal slowed down his movements and looked up to me in my eyes, with a questioning look.

“Are you sure, babe?” I nodded my head in eagerness. He made me feel like an angel, and I couldn’t but feel like I made him feel that he was in fact, God himself.

“I’m positive.” He nodded again and slowly went down my stomach, kissing every inch. My freckles, stretch marks, and jiggly parts. He kissed it all and it made me feel like I was on cloud nine. Cal looked up to me to make sure I was okay with it, and of course it was, so I let him pull down my sweats and underwear.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, babe.” Calum said before he licked up my slit, making me shudder and squirm. He placed his hand on my hip to hold me down, as I wanted so much more, and he was only getting started.

“So good.” He trailed off. Cal sucked on my clit and slowly fingered my heat. It felt so good and I couldn’t help but to lose control. My moans echoed through our room. I couldn’t take it and grabbed Cal’s hair, making him groan in me, which made me closer and closer to my release. It kept building up and I wanted to let go but before I could say anything, he stopped and hovered over me again.

“Why’d you stop?” I panted with a glint of sadness. He just smirked and kissed my forehead.

“So I could get you ready.” My body was getting excited with anticipation of having him. And for me to finally love him the way I wanted, I couldn’t wait.

“I love you, Cal.” I glanced up to him putting on a condom. This was it. And I didn’t want to stop.

“I love you, y/n,” He was over me again and kissed me with love in his eyes, his pink cheeks, and ruffed up hair, “Are you sure about this?” Calum questioned again.

“Cal, I’ve never wanted to do this more. I love you so damned much and I just want to feel our love. You make me so happy. I’m positive I want to lose my v-card to you.” He smiled a cheeky smile and kissed me all over my face, making me giggle.

“Alright, are you ready?” He looked so flushed and cute, god, I wanted him.

“Fuck, yes.” He smiled and began to slowly push himself in. It only hurt a tiny bit, not much. Cal’s face contorted into a beautiful structure, making me get goosebumps up and down my arms. He was now all the way in, waiting for me to say something as I held onto his tattooed, muscular, arms.

“You can move now.” He nodded his head with a grunt as he pulled all the way out, and proceeded to go in. His mouth fell agape and he looked so pretty, I couldn’t help but moan too. The pleasure kept building up like a firework, ready to just let go. I felt like a tiny flower bud, finally ready to bloom into a full grown flower, everyone amazed by its beauty.

Calum brought down his hand to my clit, moving in small circles, enough to make me wither underneath him, gasps and inaudible curse words falling from my lips. His thrusts were tending to go slower, and groans getting louder. He sunk down into my neck, licking, biting, kissing, moaning. I was in a state of pure bliss.

“Oh god, I’m so c-close- shit.” Cal muttered in my ear, sending more shivers. This brought me to the edge. My walls tightened around his length, while my juices flowed from beneath me, hitting the covers. Calum tried to ride out our highs as much as he could while he was going through his orgasm.

“Fuck- I love you- so much, (y/n).” Our heartbeats could be heard from a mile away, and our hot breaths filled the air. He pulled out, making me feel empty, wanting him again. I was so exhausted, and Cal seemed like it too.

We laid together on the bed, trying to catch our breaths, hands intertwined. God, he was so beautiful. And he made me feel so too. Calum pulled the tiny blanket over us, as we were still hot from our previous actions. He pulled me into him, looking him straight in the eyes.

“I love you so fucking much (y/n).” His eyes gave love.

“And I love you. You fucking dork.” We both smiled and giggled. He kissed my forehead and laid me gently on his chest, getting comfortable. As I was close to falling asleep, I heard a small whisper.

“I’m your star, and you are my galaxy, babe.”

Title: “Match Dot Com” 7.0

Summary: Belle discovers something shocking about Neal’s death. Rumple and Belle sense that they have a connection.

Rating: Teen

Note: I’m thinking about promoting this story for the tea awards, but not sure which category to put it in. (series? fluff? it is pretty fluffy) I can figure it out later. Anyways I hope every enjoys this chapter. I think it came out cute.

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It’s Tuesday afternoon and Belle sits at the desk in her office at city hall, signing papers and giving city projects her seal of approval. Buried in paperwork that could reach the sky, her mind starts to wonder off. She thinks about Rumple, their conversation last night and how much she’s beginning to adore him. Learning about his son was tragic and heartbreaking, and she felt truly honored that Rumple told her about him. Belle gazes around her office, as her mind continues to wonder and something about Rumple’s story seems vaguely familiar.

Belle has only been the mayor for a little over six months and remembers a fire in her office building almost two years ago. She tries to recollect the full story of the fire, but it doesn’t come to her, she didn’t work in the office at the time. Belle does however, knows someone who did and she quickly holds down the call button to reach Mary-Margaret at her desk. “Mary, I need to see you for a moment.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Mary-Margaret replies from the other room and a minute later, she enters Belle’s office. “Yes, Madam Mayor?”

“Mary, how long have you worked here?”

“Oh, umm.” Mary-Margaret thinks this is a rather odd question, but she answers the mayor. “About five years.”

“Really?”

“Yes, ma'am. May I ask why you want to know?”

“Wasn’t there a fire in this building a year or maybe two years ago?”

“Yes, I was here when it happened. I think I told you about this before.”

“Would you mind refreshing my memory?”

“What’s this about?”

“Could you please just answer my question.”

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