urban love story

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While Urban might wanna hang out with Bones, it turns out fans are clamoring for the doctor to hang out with someone else…well maybe more than just hang out. (x)

Wrapped in a Big, Red Bow (a Leonard McCoy x Reader fanfiction)

Soulmate AU with some Holiday Magic thrown in! Where Jim plays Santa Clause, Bones learns a lesson in Christmas Magic, and You get everything you wished for this holiday season! This is a BonesPOV! story as well, and I tried to capture his essence as much as I could. Also, I also made the reader nonbinary/gender neutral at their part since this story is not in regular readerPOV mode, so everyone can truly enjoy this story. Merry Christmas you guys!! ︎❤︎❤︎❤︎


Soulmate AU prompt: based on the Japanese legends of the “Red Thread of Fate”, an invisible red thread is attached around the pinkies of two people who are fated to find each other. The string may stretch or tangle in the journey of the individual, but some say they can feel it tighten around their finger when their destined one is near. However, since this is the future, technology has made it a bit easier to uncover this red thread and find who is at the end of it. Also Sprik is mentioned in this fic!
Thanks to @outside-the-government for inspiring me to do this prompt!
Rated: all ages
Warning: drinking, LONG STORY

Word count: 3,048

“Love is magic at its core. But you just have to believe in it for it to find you.”

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Admito que chorei. Assisti o meu mundo cair e você ir embora, me dando as costas. Levando consigo os nossos planos e apagando sorrisos, pisando nas boas memórias.

Admito que sofri. Tive tudo o que queria e um momento depois não tinha mais nada. Recolhi todos aqueles lamentos e lágrimas que me restaram e guardei-os no bolso, para nunca me esquecer que pessoas como você são acostumadas a machucar.

Admito que doeu. Todos os sonhos em que ouvia a sua voz e sentia os seus lábios, arderam o peito. Foi difícil controlar o impulso de ligar, ou dirigir até a sua casa no meio da noite, mas lembrei que a distância entre nós não havia sido minha escolha.

Admito que machucou. A cama ficou fria sem o seu calor. As lembranças atormentaram quando aquela música tocou. A sensação doce da combinação do sol e do mar se tornou amarga na sua ausência e naquele mundo sem cor, pouca coisa me sobrou para fazer.

Admito que pessoas como eu se machucam gravemente quando caem, mas nós não aceitamos tão fácil o nosso fim. Agarrei a dor e o inverno que você me deixou e deles fiz minha armadura. Me levantando do chão e secando o rosto.

Admito que meu coração acelerou quando te vi voltando, sorrindo em minha direção. Aqui estamos agora e apenas encaro a sua surpresa ao encontrar a porta para a minha vida fechada. Lembra que foi você que deixou de fora da sua?

Admito que foi difícil. Seguir a estrada, engolir a poeira, mudar o foco, definir novas prioridades e voltar a crescer. No final, o seu erro me fez mais forte, incapaz de acreditar em falsos pedidos de perdão. Não é irônico que seja você quem deva aprender a dizer adeus agora?

— Anjos Caem, Austen Shade

Happy Holidays

This is the time of year that most people are excited. They are excited for a variety of reasons, whether excited for seeing family that they only get to see once a year; enjoying quality time with friends and family; or just the enjoyment of seeing other people happy and gift giving. While all of this is true, I wasn’t really in the holiday spirit. I had a lot going on. I am usually upbeat and optimistic during this time of year, but I cannot. Just a few months ago I was thankful for so many things. Now– I question it all.

A few months ago, my then girlfriend and I had a conversation about our future. We talked about moving in together and eventually having children. We actually had a compassionate conversation that afternoon. That very night in bed she told me she wanted a baby. I asked her, “Now?” and she said yes. That night we had sex about five times just in case– you know.

A few weeks later we took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. There had never been anything more exciting than finding out the news that she was pregnant with my child. This was the happiest moment of my life second to what happened next. I asked her to marry me and she said yes. I invited her to Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents. I was excited to announce our engagement and that she was with child.

Everyone was happy for me. They were excited to see me take on such a large responsibility. Even though I am among the eldest of siblings everyone knew that I was mama’s boy and for her to see me take such a big leap of responsibility and independence was such a big deal to her. My aunt started talking about baby showers and wedding planning.

My uncle sat me down and talked to me about what it’s like to be a husband at such a young age and the responsibilities that came with having a pregnant wife. We sat and talked for a long time. He was very helpful and insightful. He gave me some tips on how to handle certain situations and what to do in others. We had never been close but from that moment on I thought of him as a second dad.

My own dad had already made his plans to have dinner at his house. I called him to let him know that I will be coming by later that evening to talk to him about something. After I got off the phone with my dad, my mom called me into the back room. She told me that she loved me and asked me if I was sure if that’s what I wanted. I told her, yes and that I wasn’t pressured into this. This is something that the both of us wanted and something that I am really excited for. My mom looked me in my eyes and told me she was proud of me and that she really loves me. She told me she was really happy for me and if I ever needed someone to talk too or if I ever got cold feet– call her.

I laughed at her and said okay. It was kind of awkward. I don’t think she trusted what I said. She just smiled back and told me to take a plate of food to take to my dad– courtesy of my grandma. So my fiancee and I headed over to my dad’s house. I called him to let him know that I was on my way. I never told him that I was bringing someone with me. I just told him that I wanted to show him something that I wanted his opinion on.

So I got to his house and pulled into the driveway. My dad stays in one of those suburban neighborhoods where people from all walks of life live in this large subdivision. My dad is a real estate agent. He has all the latest and greatest but still drives a 2011 Chevrolet. My financee made a joke that this was our future with our 18 kids and 2 minivans.

I got to the door and I look over at my fiancée and tell her not to be nervous. The worst had already came and gone with meeting my grandparents. I rung the doorbell and my dad came to the door. He was quite welcoming and joking about what I wanted to show me. I told him, “Here she is!” He looked at me then looked at her and said, “Oh, is that all.” My dad was always a jokester. I don’t think my fiancee was too found of him. She was a little embarrassed but he told her that he was only joking.

My dad led us to the living room. He had a really nice place. I didn’t remember the last time I was over there. My dad brought us water from the kitchen and we sat there and talked for a while. After small talk I told him that I came by because I wanted to tell him the news. I could tell by the look on his face that he was excited, and before I could say anything he said, “Let me guess, either she’s pregnant or you all are engaged.” My fiancee smiles and says, “both actually.”

My dad got up and gave the both of us hugs. He told me he was proud of me. My dad had never really been big on congratulating me on anything aside my accomplishments playing college basketball of course. This made me really happy to know my dad was really excited for me. My dad knew a lot of people. He asked us to give him a call if we neeedd anyone to help with the wedding or anything like that. I think he was really excited to be a grandad.

That night my fiancee and I headed home. I told her that I was time to move in together. She agree to but she said that she would have to ensure that her grandmother is okay. She said she really didn’t feel comfortable not being there from time to time because she has to look after her 15 year old brother. I told her it was okay and there isn’t a rush. I definitely understood and said okay. Besides she was the mother of my child and my future wife. I knew it was only a matter of time before we would have our own life together.

All of this was back in November. November probably was the happiest month of my life. My girlfriend for a year and a half was having my child and she agreed to marry me. What else could I act for– right?

A few days ago, a this strange woman came to me and asked for my name. It was really shady. She asked me if I had some time so that we could talk about something important. I told her she didn’t catch me a good time and she told me to meet her at the Waffle House on the south side. I couldn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t figure out why this lady wanted to talk to me. I was anxious and terrified about what she might tell me. My first thought was that something happened to my dad, but nothing could prepare me for what was next.

When I arrived at the Waffle House on the south side like she asked she was already there waiting on me. I sat down at the booth and ordered a glass of water. This lady sitting across from me looked at me and said, “I have something to tell you. You probably won’t believe, but I thought you should know.” So I asked why did she have to drag me all the way out here. Then she mentions my fiancee’s name. I was thrown all the way off. I almost got upset. I thought she was stalking me or something happened to her. I almost couldn’t stand to hear whatever she had to say next.

She told me she was here to tell me that while I am at work or at late nights, she would go leave and stay with another man. I didn’t believe her. I thought this was some sick joke because it defiantly wasn’t funny. I started to get really loud. This woman was looking me in my eye trying to tell me my fiancée and the mother of my child was had been stepping out on me. I wasn’t trying to listen to anything she had to say. Finally I asked her how does she know it was my fiancée and not anyone else. She looks at me and said, “Sir I am not kidding you because that man is my husband. He told me everything. They have also been having unprotected sex and she might be pregnant.”

I stood up and walked away from the table.

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Derick x Dawn

Derick (MCM hat) is my simself. Dawn is bae. Haven’t really gotten to play as them much yet. A video of them will definitely be on my YouTube. (same as username here, minus the hyphen) So stay tuned for that. If you want any background info on these sims, I’d be happy to make POV posts for each of them. 

Oh and shoutout to @lunvrsims for the AMAZING art in the background.

My Anthology: Entry I.

For the most part I enjoy the single life, except for the lonely nights of course. But as of lately I think I have been reaping the benefits of what it feels like to be in a relationship. It sounds weird I know, but it has been about three years since I have been in a “relationship” where we were actually dating. Since then, there has been times where myself and another female were just kicking it, fucking, or whatever you want to call it. The situation with the most recent girl started off as something simply platonic, well maybe there was always the physical attraction too, but we fucked with each other, heavy. We vibed on a spiritual level. Oh and we had “history” together prior to her being recent again. I have known this girl for a few years now. We used to be really close but our lives go in the way and we lost contact. Maybe about a month ago we ran into each other again we kind of rekindled the old flame. Sounds great right? Well things are kind of complicated actually. Here’s why.

Right before she came back into my life I had been talking another girl. This girl is really kind and nurturing to all my needs. We were really close and all of a sudden like the other girl, our lives got in the way and inevitably we lost contact as well. Now that she’s gone and the other girl has come back into the picture it is almost like this perfect timing. But I can’t tell. How do I know for sure? 

For the past few weeks I have been spending a lot of time with her and I think it’s safe to say we are closer that we ever were before. Things are good but something just doesn’t seem quite right to me. Maybe it is the fact that we are “just kicking it”. None of us have ever brought up commitment or anything remotely close to being together unless she wanted me to tag along with her somewhere just so she wouldn’t look single. We would refer to each other as best friends but that is the closest to a title you’d hear from anyone of us. Our relationships appeared to be a little more than platonic at times but I don’t think that is something we’d admit at least not to each other.

We act like we are together but we aren’t together. We do things together like we are in a relationship but we aren’t in a relationship. If any one were to see us in public they would think we were a couple, and living together but we aren’t. She even has her own wash cloth hanging up in my bathroom. The crazy part is that we talk about our personal lives to each other all the time. She talks to me about the guys in her life and I talk to her about the girls in my life. But at the end of the night we would end up in each other’s bed. 

A few nights ago, the other girl came back into the picture and asked if she could come see me. I really wanted to see her but I didn’t know what to say to her because I was in the company of another girl. I didn’t want to say no and I didn’t want her to come up to my room to see that there’s another girl there. I told her to meet me outside and that I was just going to walk to the store to get something to chase the bottle I bought the night before. This “other girl" was with was the same girl who practically lives with me, but as friends, really close ones. I don’t know why I didn’t just tell her the truth but I told her my homeboy was outside and wanted to holla at me real quick before he went out for the night.

So this car pulls up right outside of my apartment and it’s ol girl who just hit me up. I get in and she drives me to the gas station up the street. We start to talk about what’s new in our lives and how much we miss each other. We get to the store and I forgot what I told her I was going to the store to get. She walked to the back of the store and for some reason I went straight to candy section and grabbed a starburst. Meanwhile she was over by the fridge grabbing herself an Arizona Ice Tea. As we are walking to the counter to pay for our things, she walked out in front of me and I couldn’t help but admire what was in front of me. Meanwhile there is another girl laying in my bed. 

She turned to me and asked why didn’t I grab a drink. I looked at her like I didn’t know what she was talking about until I remembered what I said to her. So I ran back into the store and grabbed a jug of lemonade, that happened to be the first thing I saw. As I was walking to the counter my phone started ringing and it was ol girl back at my place. She asked me where was I at and why was it taking so long just to say hello. I told her we were just catching up and it won’t long and that he wanted to take a quick run to the store. I told her that I would be right up and it wouldn’t take much longer. After paying for the lemonade I went back to the car on edge, worried that she’d get a little weary and come outside and see me in the car with another girl. 

If she came outside to see me in the car with another girl I am not really sure how she would react but then again we weren’t in a relationship. I think my biggest concern was the fact that I didn’t want the girl I was in the car with to find out I had another girl in my room waiting for me. Well she had been MIA for a while now, like what else would she expect, right?

We headed back to my apartments and we just talked. We talked about how we have grown apart but how it felt like we haven’t missed a beat. She explained to me why I hadn’t heard from her in a while and how tough things had gotten for her. The things that she told me really touched me because I had been in her shoes so often in my life. I reached over to her and gave her a hug, gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat back in my seat. There was silence. I stared out the window thinking to myself like “damn how come shit always turns out like this for me?”. 

After maybe about a solid sixty seconds of silence she reached over and grabbed my hand. She placed it on her chest and told me that I had her heart. Then she leaned towards me, grabbed my ears and kissed me. All I could do was kiss her back. Somehow she climbed over to the passenger side and continued to make out with me. As soon as my hand wandered up her shirt, my phone rang. I ignored it and threw the phone in the back seat. We continued making out and my phone went off again. She climbed back to her seat and told me I should get it. When I looked picked up the phone it was her again, the girl in my room: “best friend”. 

I could tell she was angry she said she was about to leave and if she wanted to be in a room by herself she could have stayed home. I reassured her that I am on my way and we had just gotten back from dropping somebody off. I told her that I would be there in twenty minutes and I promised. I hung up the phone not knowing if she had heard my conversation or not. She looked at me and asked “you gotta go?” and I replied “yea but I have some time, they’ll be alright.” she asked me what did I mean and I was confused to what she had meant. So I asked her what did she mean. I got a little awkward for a second then she said nevermind.

We sat there for a while in silence until she finally said “shouldn’t you be going?” I looked over at her and nodded. I really didn’t want to leave because it had been so long since I last saw her and it felt good to see her again. I stared out the window then I looked back at her. I asked her when will I her her again and she said she didn’t know. She told me that she will be out of town for a couple of weeks to pursue a business opportunity shadowing some board executive members of this fortune 500 company. Even though I was proud of her, I was also said that she was going to be leaving me again. She said she would be really busy but she would do her best to keep in touch.

I kissed her goodbye and she said it back to me. I could hear the pain in her voice. Later that night she told me she cried when I left. But as I was walking back to my room I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if we dated and what it would be like if life brought us together, in the same place, at the same time. Shit, I wondered what it would be like if we just had time for one another. 

When I got back to the room I soon realized stupid I was for not only getting involved with a woman seven years older than I was, and not because she had a seven year old staying with her mom or even hiding this other girl from her but the fact that I allowed myself to fall for multiple women. Once I got back to my room it was quiet. I could tell she was mad at me but she wouldn’t say a word. I told her that I was sorry I took so long and time slip away from me. She just growled at me and said whatever. I told her I bought some lemonade and asked her if she wanted some. She continued to give me the silent treatment which really pissed me off. So I screamed “Fuck it then go ahead and be childish!” 

The moment I said that it was like I had unleashed the spawn of everything remotely evil. She began yelling and screaming and telling how much of an ain’t shit person I was for leaving her in here by herself when I asked her to be there. She made the comment that I was probably really outside with another female and that’s why I took so long. Unconsciously, I had this dumb look on my face when I asked her what the hell was she talking about because she replied “you got that dumb look on your face when you know you done fucked up!”  I continued to act like I didn’t know what she was talking bout and she continued to talk shit. So I asked her what was the problem and she acts like we are dating. I told her to chill the fuck out because she was making a fool out of herself. Her last words were, “YOU RIGHT!” before she stormed out my apartment. 

I just stood there at first, not thinking about what I said her but what I allowed to happen. By the time I came to my senses I ran out the apartment after her but she was already gone. I couldn’t help but to think that I really fucked up. Not only did I lie to her but I really hurt her feelings. Apparently she liked me a little more than platonically. I called her phone several times and she wouldn’t answer. I left her tons of text messages but I wouldn’t get a reply until finally my phone goes off. It was a message from the twenty six year old. It read, “I cried when you left me. I think I love you.” I wanted to say to her that I loved and I felt that way sense the day we first met but I had so many mixed emotions that I really didn’t know what to say.

Tonight I looked back on that night and think about how big of a jerk I was, how much I was in love, and how hurt, and confused I was. Nothing much has changed since then though. The twenty six year old is MIA again but I guess that come with the territory. My best friend called me and told me to come to the door because she had something she wanted to tell me something. When I came outside she asked me to ride to the store with her. When we got to the store she asked me to stay in the car and she would be right back. She come out the store with this small container thing. I wasn’t sure what it was and she wouldn’t tell me what it was. Then we got back to my room and she finally told me what it was. She told me her period hasn’t come yet and it has been just about 2 weeks pass due. She told me she had bought a pregnancy test.

All I could think to myself was, “why” why didn’t I use protection. She read the instructions, grabbed a cup of lemonade and went into the bathroom. I guess now we play the waiting game. 

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Diary of a Black Male: Entry #39

This a few years or so ago or whatever and I had to work security the day before Thanksgiving for this event that led up to this Thanksgiving Party shit. I needed some extra money so I took the gig. I didn’t have money to go home and see my peeps so I stayed in town with the bae. My nigga all week she been on my back. Every time I got home she was like let me smell your beard, you don’t smell like work, I know you like bitches to sit on your face. I’m like chill damn!. 

So Wednesday night I work the the gig or whatever, the party got kind of crazy– so crazy to the point that the walls started sweating. It was lowkey lit though. I’m not even going to lie there was a couple women trying to hit on me but they were drunk and I was trying to be a good nigga to the bae and shit. I didn’t pay them no mind but some women like to get all up on you. One night I came home smelling like another women and bae was mad as hell, but fast forward to the end of the night, I get home and bae talking on the phone. I gave her a kiss and went straight to the bathroom. I took a shower, washed my hair and my beard. I get out the shower and shit, rub myself down in coconut oil so a nigga was shining, even my beard and I even put some scented oil on too. 

I lay down in the bed and she give me this look. I’m just like damn, hello! She sit up in the bed and told whoever she was on the phone with that she would call them back and she look and me and was like “OOH WHO YOU TRYING TO SMELL GOOD FOR? OH YOU PUT ON COLOGNE SO I COULDN’T SMELL THAT OTHER BITCH ON YOU? OH AND THIS NIGGA DONE WASHED HIS BEARD TOO!”

I’m cracking up like bae stop playing I’m out here trying to make a little extra. MY NIGGA, she’s like a little extra? A little extra ass. I’m just like girl shut the hell up and come here. I try to kiss her and shit and she’s like don’t kiss me and you out here kissing these other bitches. Now at this point that shit was making me mad lowkey. So I was like whatever and turned over and ignored her ass. She hates that shit. She starts whining, noooooo, I’m kidding. And then well you can kind of guess what happens next.

So! Thanksgiving day all my exes and chicks I used to talk to start to come out of the woodwork. They hitting me sending my all these holiday greetings and shit and this one girl sent me a semi nude picture and I know how bae is. I deleted that shit immediately and I didn’t say anything to bae. So some point after he ate dinner ya boy had to blow up the bathroom and I fucked around and didn’t take my phone with me. She on my shit. She knew my password too, I didn’t have to tell her, she already knew what it was. 

So I am in the bathroom blowing it up or whatever meanwhile she going through my shit. So ol girl who sent me the pic text me again to ask me if I got her picture and my girl started texting her. Bruh she text her like it was me and had her send another picture and fucked around and deleted her out my contacts before she blocked her and screenshot the text and sent it to her phone. But let me tell you how slick she is! She don’t say a damn thing! 

So I get out the bathroom and bae just stating at me and shit. I’m think my shit must be seeping through the walls. I be joking with her and shit I tell her I got a shit rag. After I wipe my ass i use my shit rag too. She thinks that the funniest shit ever, but I just be playing though I don’t have a rag dedicated to wiping my ass– per se. 

But anyway, she doesn’t laugh at first. Like she got this mean and look on her face but you could tell she was trying not to laugh though. So I am like what the hell wrong with you. She’s sassy as hell and gave me a sassy as nothing. Then she started being stank acting lowkey. Then she started asking me shit like who did I talk to today and shit and started naming names. Now I deleted the text from ol girl so I wasn’t even tripping but I knew something was up because she was acting funny. She told me she was mad at me and I’m just like what the hell did I do this time. I can’t ever do anything right. Then I was like fuck it, be mad shit! You always mad, with yo mad ass. That shit pissed her off and she started going off so I was like girl shut the shit up. She was about to turn up but right before bout to go in on my ass I was like lemme eat yo pussy. She stopped everything, I mean everything. Bruh I can’t even describe the look on her face but shorty was like, shiiiddddddd I mean you can. Nigga I can’t be any more serious right now, deadass. 

So I started getting to it of course after foreplay and shit but her mood switch deadass smile on her face and shit and she hit me with the you lucky, don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m supposed to be mad at you. So I was like shiidd be might I know what to do now and she laughs and hit me with a serious ass no! So I’m just like okay with the Flocka face and shit. So we head to the shower and while we in the shower I’m playing because I was trying to go for another round frfr. But she was having it. I’m just like what I do and she wouldn’t say nothing cause she knew if she said anything I’d know she went through my phone. 

On everything she waits until the next day when a nigga try to get some cheeks to bring that shit up again. BRUUUUUHHHH that shit made me so mad. Like whhhaaaattt. Really nigga, right now though!. Then she’s like you want some ass how about you get it from that other bitch! I’m like dddaaaaaaammmnnn you out here having dreams about me cheating and shit and she’s like na I went through your phone. And I’m like first of all why you went through my phone and you didn’t see she cause I don’t have a damn thing to hide and I was like show. I hand her my phone and she gave it back and pulled up some shit on her phone. My nigga I just walked out the room bruh…

Fast forward to present day, her and I are no longer together. That wasn’t the reason why we broke up though. But anyway shorty was wilding. She crazy! I miss her crazy ass though. Why is it always the crazy ones.