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hozaloza · 4 days

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What is this weird fanfic war going on, y'all this is so--

"Please Remember"

They had great times. Amazing moments. A friendship he never thought he would have. Never. Ever since he moved to Georgia, everything was just perfect. An unlikely friendship formed because of a group project, an unlikely bond formed because of this trip, an unlikely romance began to bloom because of this moment.

But, good things don’t always last.

Ben had gotten better with his emotions, feeling much calmer than ever. His uncle and aunt asked if it was possible that he wanted to go back with his parents. Ben felt excited, he really did miss his parents and little sister. But…that meant he had to leave behind his friends. It was a hard decision, but he decided to go back. They hung out in the graveyard one more time, staying up past 12 to bid him farewell.

“I’m going to be honest, it was nice having Ben around with me. He was like a brother to me, I’m gonna miss you bud.” Aiden stated, placing his hand on his shoulder. The tall boy smiled at his cousin, bringing him in for a hug. The group laughed as they kept playing games and eating snacks; even Ashlyn was having a good time. It was nice seeing each person be a whole new being from when he first met them, and yet still kept certain personality traits within them.

Finally, the night came to an end, and they all went back inside Ashlyn’s house for one more sleepover. Ben laid on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t bear leaving them; he had known them for 2 years now. But he was missing home more than ever at this point, it had to be done.

“...It’s too bad we don’t get to graduate all together.” Taylor stated out of the blue.

“You’re still awake? I thought you would be the first to black-out.” Aiden stated, immediately sitting up.

“Meh, can’t really sleep.” “...You’re also sad about Ben leaving, huh?” Aiden asked the brunette. She stayed silent for a moment, letting the silence set in. Then, she turned to face him, and there were tears in her eyes. The tall boy sat up to sign if she was alright, but he suddenly got bear hugged by her. He stiffened as she sobbed in his arms, but soon after calming down, wrapping his arms around her.

“...I don’t want you to leave…” she softly sobbed, clenching his shirt. Ben patted her back to comfort her, looking up to see that the others had gotten up. It was embarrassing to admit, but everyone didn’t want him to leave. Their friendship was extremely strong, it was going to be hard to let go. No words needed to be spoken at that moment, they just got up and hugged Ben. It was silent and long; they needed to make it last as long as they could, in case this was their last ever group hug.

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Who knew that turned out to be true…

Years passed, Ben had just turned 23 recently. Five or so years have passed since he last moved back to his bio family. He was able to connect with new people, continue his path with the guitar, and overall fit right back in. He tried texting his old friends everyday, but he was getting more and more busy with his own life; it was something he feared he would do, but he slowly stopped talking in the group chat. His connections with Aiden and Ashlyn still remained, so he constantly knew what they were doing, but not the rest…

“[College is alright so far, some of my friends are even sharing a dorm with me!]” Ben typed on his text to speech, smiling at his parents.

“Well that’s wonderful Benny! We’re just happy you finally found something to love as equally as singing.” His dad spoke, grunting as he got pushed.

“Psh, please! You would’ve been better as a cook! Right pops!” Lily spoke. Ben rolled his eyes as he watched his dad and her play push each other off camera while his mom chuckled at them.

“Ugh, these two never stop fooling around, why did my normal baby have to leave me alone with these knuckleheads?” “Hey! I am a normal child! Ben’s always using that text to speech feature like he’s some lizard person! He knows how to sign, he’s just trying to mind control us into following his lizard leader!!” Lily argued off screen.

“[If I’m a lizard then you’re a weasel!]” Ben typed on his phone. He heard his little sister laugh off screen, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He still couldn’t believe she’ll be graduating soon, he remembered her being a baby like it was yesterday! “Well, we must be heading out now, Lily’s rehearsal starts soon. We’ll talk to you later! Bye bye my sweet baby!!” His mom spoke, waving goodbye to him. Ben smiled as he waved bye, hanging up on the call. He sighed as he got up, deciding he needed a quick treat.

‘To the bakery shop it is.’ he thought, grabbing his wallet and keychain.

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(spare you the horror angst for now...)

(...NO THIS ONE IS PRETTY TAME,,, I'm talking about a Logan angst fic I got prepared,,,infection,,,,,,,,,,heheheheheheh)

#school bus graveyard #webtoon #ashlyn banner #logan fields #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #Ben angst #angst fic #fanfiction wars??#HELP WHAT IS HAPPENING FR #This fandom is amazing #I'm bored

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l-e-e-woso · 2 years

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Could you write something for Jess Park since she got her england call up recently. Maybe with reader being a starter on the team and taking Jess under her wing and then they catch feelings for each other?

Finally - Jess Park

(Based on the England vs USA game on Friday 7th October 2022.)

It was currently the 65th minute of a gruelling game against the USA. After Lucy got kicked in the head you were furious that play didn't get stopped and made it your mission to score as much as you possibly could.

After Georgia scored the penalty that the ref took forever to say we could have, you tried to make sure you were open for the ball so you could try to run with the ball so you could score at least one goal.

Lucy stopped yet another attempt on goal by the USA and saw that you were open, she pinged the ball over to you as you started to slowly run to get the ball which you did successfully.

You had the ball at your feet while rapidly running towards the opposition's goal and dribbling gracefully around USA players. You were at the final stretch to the goal so you kicked the ball as powerfully as you possibly could but Dunn ran at you to stop the ball but she missed the ball completely and ended up banging each other's knees with a lot of power.

So much power that you collapsed to the floor screaming in agony. It sounded so heartbreaking that it made everyone rush over to you while you were crying while holding your leg. “No…” Sobbing as you knew what had happened, it was your ACL again.

“Give her some room.” Lucy says as she bends down to talk to you and holds the hand that wasn’t holding your leg. “Is it what I think it is, mate?” She asks you sadly as you nod your head. “Of fucking course it’s my ACL! The physio said it was too early to come back but I insisted that it was fine, I should’ve listened. FUCK!” You punch the ground angry at yourself for insisting you were ready to come back when you definitely weren’t.

The Medic’s come over and assess you quickly before giving you some pain relief which makes you quite loopy as it starts to kick in which is when you hear that Jess Park is subbing in for you. “Tell Jess that she is going to be amazing please?” You ask Lucy as the Medics start to take you off of the pitch to the ambulance that was on standby.

It felt like it took hours to get to the hospital when in reality it only took 15 minutes to get there and once you did you hated it because you knew that your worst fear was going to be confirmed.

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They did the surgery on your leg later that night and the first person that you saw when you woke up was Jess, she was curled up on one of the smallest chairs in the room. You saw that there was a pen which you assumed was the nurses, you took it and aimed for Jess and threw it at her.

Jess shot up and looked directly at you, shocked that you were awake already. “You’re awake!” She said as she pulled the chair that she was asleep on over to the side of the hospital bed you were laying on and leant on the side of the bed. “What are you doing over there? Come give me some cuddles.” You say while slurring your words due to the pain medication you were on and pat a space on the bed.

Jess got up out of her seat and crawled onto the bed next to you then you cuddled into her side while being careful of your leg. “Thank you Jess.” You say as you relax into her. “I’m going on loan to Everton.” Jess says just loud enough for you to hear her and when to do you look up at her. “We could use someone with your skill on the team, plus your not bad company.” You chuckle while you talk to her.

After a while of you and Jess just talking about the most random stuff, from football to holiday destinations, you started to get quite tired from all the pain relief you've been given and you slowly nodded off while cuddling up to Jess.

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When you started doing rehab which was usually at either Everton or your own home, which is when the physio would come over just to give you basic everyday exercises.

But after a while Jess would come in as you were doing your rehab and help in any way she could even if it was just passing you, your water bottle. That made you happy, it didn’t make you feel as lonely as you did.

Once you could walk decently you asked Jess “Do you want me to walk you through some drills?” to which she immediately said “Yes, of course! That would be great.” You chuckled at her eagerness which caused her to blush and suddenly you were thinking about how adorable she looked when she got flustered.

The first drill you got her to go through was volleys. You would throw the ball to her and the first couple times she missed but eventually she started to know where she was going wrong and made it better.

The second drill that Jess did was penalties which you got one of the coaching staff to stand in for a goalie since you couldn’t for obvious reasons. You told her how to trick the keeper into going the opposite way.

The third drill was dribbling and agility. You set up a small obstacle course where she would dribble through the cones in the centre of the pitch and then run as fast as she could to the edge of the penalty box and then jog back to the centre before doing it again.

You did a few more different types of drills and then you looked at your watch, you were shocked to see that it was so late. “Jess!” You shouted at her as she was at the other side of the pitch and she quickly came running to you. “It’s 10:45pm, we should head out. You wanna come back to my place? We can pick up some chinese on the way to my flat, if you want to of course.” You ask her nervously and Jess throws her arm over your shoulder. “Why not?” Jess says as she smiles at you and all you can think is, oh my fucking god when did she get so attractive to me? You just smile back at her.

The both of you start getting together all the training equipment that you used and take it back to Jess’s car, she drove you here since you could drive to the boot currently on your leg. You get into the passenger's seat and put on your seatbelt, Jess doing the same on the driver's side.

You reach over and take Jess’s phone out of her pocket then plug in the aux cable to it since she couldn’t do it since she was driving. Unlocking her phone you go onto Spotify and put her playlist on. Jess started mouthing the lyrics to the song that was on and you just sat there admiring her beauty.

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The both of you sat on your sofa in the living room while eating your food off of the coffee table. You got egg fried rice with king prawns and cashew nuts and Jess got beef chow mein with salt and pepper chips. To share you got vegetable spring rolls and banana fritters for dessert.

A while after you both finished Jess asked if she could jump in the shower because she was sweaty from running drills all night and of course you said yes.

Jess went to the bathroom and got in the shower but what she didn’t think of was getting a towel and some clothes.

A couple of minutes later…

“Y/N! Can I have a towel and some clothes please?” She shouts to you a little embarrassed. “Already ahead of you. Am I alright to come in?” You ask her not to want to make her uncomfortable by just barging into the bathroom. “Yeah!” Jess said as she was waiting to get out.

You quickly enter the bathroom and place a tracksuit of yours on the counter top. “Could you pass me the towel?” Jess asks as she turns off the shower and holds out her hand which you give to her.

Before you could leave the bathroom she gets out of the shower with the towel wrapped around her which makes you freeze in place while checking her out. “See something you like, babe?” Jess teases you blush as you stare at her. “I-i…uh…just g-gonna…” You stutter while pointing toward the bathroom door and race out of it.

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Jess see’s what the time is and asks if she could stay over because of how late it was, obviously you said yes.

“Uh…you can either sleep on the sofa or share with me.” You say as you hug Jess from behind as you both sway back and forth. “I’ll share with you. I love cuddling you.” Jess says as she holds your hands in place as sighs because of how relaxed she feels whenever she is around you.

The both of you stay there for a while just swaying, if anyone saw the two of you they would instantly think that you two were dating but unfortunately you weren’t…yet.

You were planning to ask Jess now, to come on holiday with you since she had a two week break which you were very glad about. If she said yes to going on holiday with you for a week and a half to Italy, you were gonna confess your feelings to her and ask her to be your girlfriend.

“Could I ask you something?” You say to Jess while you both were still swaying but you now had your head buried in the crook of her neck. “Course you can babe.” Jess says in her soothing tone, everytime she calls you babe it makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

“Would you like to come on holiday with me to Italy?” You ask which makes Jess turn around in your arms so that she could look at you. “Really? I’d love to.” Jess says as she hugs you tightly and squeezes you.

______________time skip, half way through the holiday in italy______________

You looked at Jess as she sunbathed on a towel at the private beach you were on and you just sat there looking at her like she was the only person in the world.

“Jess?” You say nervously, you were finally gonna do it, you were going to tell Jess that you were in love with her and you have been since you first met her. “Yeah?” Jess replies as she sits up to look at you which somehow makes you even more nervous. “I need to tell you something.” You say which makes Jess look at you worriedly and she nodded not wanting to interrupt you.

“Oh god…I didn’t think this was gonna be so hard to do.” You take a deep breath and down the rest of your beer for a confidence boost.

“When we first met at your first England camp I thought ‘wow, this girl is talented, gorgeous and one of the kindest people i’ve ever met’ that’s the exact moment I knew that I wanted to be more than friends but I didn’t act on it because I we barely knew each other. Now that we’ve known each other for quite some time I thought that it was finally time to fess up.With the way you have been treating me lately has made my feelings for you grow tremendously. I have fallen in love with you, I’ve never in my whole life ever felt this way before and I hope that you are willing to explore these feelings. So, will you, Jessica Park be my girlfriend?” You ask emotionally as you hold her hands as you look in her eyes to see tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” Jess quickly says before pulling you into a much needed kiss.

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The two of you spend the rest of the holiday in a love-struck daze with one another.

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Next fic to come out: Is a Claudia Pina fic

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entrophe-blog · 2 years

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Bird

My great-grandfather, Buckle, started a fundamentalist Christian church in his living room, in Georgia with my great-grandmother, Betty. In the same home, they would raise three genera- tions on homegrown food and a sweet disposition. Sweet, but like a Vidalia onion cake.

In this same living room my sister and I would practice ballet and perform the nativity in costume. when we spent summers with Grandmother and Daddy-Buck, we learned how to sew seeds, fry okra, catch crawdads, and pull Betty out of the creek when she fell in from time to time. Betty was beautiful and complex– she had fierce religious convictions and an even stronger dependence on prescriptions. She read to us stories like Amelia Bedilia and subjected us to hours of televange- lists like Binny Hin. We were trained ballerinas and spirit-filled demon hunters by the age of ten. We were steeped in believing that life was everlasting if your name was written in the Lamb’s book of Life, but that the devil’s army lurks to possess the unguarded soul with everlasting Death.

“And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night forever and ever. Then Death and Hades were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.” Revelation 20

[The fear of death is a powerful instinct and persuader. What a comfort to eliminate it altogether; and live believing life is eternal.. albeit warred over by good and evil. And you could be saved! But you have to follow the rules. And if not, so death will be eternal suffering in lakes of fire.]

My exodus to Massachusetts felt like a great escape for many reasons. At the time, I wanted to run as far as I could. I had just lost my partner to suicide three months prior. Sep- tember 28th, 2016. He was 22. He suffered through addiction, and a similar familial dynamic in which prayer and god's word were the only medicine offered supportively. The time following Connor's death, I could not stand the physical sensation of being awake; my body was not digest- ing food, and I was hallucinating and self-medicating heavily. Every place, every road, and every familiar face was a reminder of this unimaginable pain I did not know how to swallow. So I ran. “If I have to be here on this planet, I have to do what I want to do. I’m going to make my own dreams. I have nothing to lose but myself.” I remember sobbing into my mom's shoulder as I left; afraid of giving up on my own life and angry that I had to go on hurting.

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January 2017 11am

Mascara on the sleeve of an oversized sweater

Grey blues wallowing in hibernation weather

Breakfast smells across white walls in sunlight

Turning pages of memories of my last life

Mascara on the sleeve of an oversized sweater

Swollen lips utter ‘lean on me, it's gonna get better

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April 2017 6am

When there is a natural disaster does the earth feel sorrow or guilt? Does she understand that this force and purging is a mechanism of her ever-perfecting nature? When we sit and cry with her to let our bodies feel and imagine why, with everything, does she feel that too?

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May 2017 2pm

Rip through the machinery of your fragile brittle mind

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June, 2017 11:30am (Connor’s birthday week)

When I feel joy I become joy potent and permeating

I peel my eyes to see its play present in my sorrow

And now when I feel joy, I also feel my sorrow

My sorrow looks for joy And my joy looks for sorrow

Now tethered to each other and tied into a loop

Try to close a book backward

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July, 2017 10am

Will you feel the pain of your actions forever as I will?

You now without body to feel from, do you sense now the gravity which pulls

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August, 2017 11:30am (Mom’s birthday weekend)

My body is precious

It has held my love between bodies and held beloved bodies that are not bodies anymore

If I can honor my body because of what it has held, I can also honor my body for holding me

If I can honor my body for what it has experienced, I can honor all bodies for the vast unknown of what they have experienced

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October 2018 9am (we fell in love in October)

[love letter to myself]

You are especially breathtaking in the morning

When you’ve been well hydrated, with warm cheeks.

Jello morning sliding around in the kitchen in woolen socks, Twisting winding spiraling your limbs around yourself Dizzy drifting dance and dreamed you spilt

your beans into a cozy nest to share

A pumpkin promenade of bare bones busy with repair

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January 2019 9 am

I became a sun when the void was too dark for me to see you

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July, 2019 8:30 am

The Wind saw itself and the word was Bird

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September 28th, 2022 4am

It has been 6 years. 6. I think of Connor every day. I feel strange about it as if healing over time would change the frequency that I remember scenes of our relationship. It is scary to forget things. Denial and anger subside and like all who grieve I will cry, whenever I feel like it. But more than that now, I laugh or smile which is better. I will find glimpses of him in the quiet of tall trees, remembering his particular way of being surrounded by them and how he enjoyed feeling so small. the smell of French press coffee, the days that I sleep past 8am. and the importance of doing absolutely nothing at all. I think of Connor when I have to be brave, and sometimes I can laugh remembering how fast he drove or the other ways he could be dangerously brave. I re- member the softness with which he listened and played and his adamance that messy was okay. “If I separated myself from you I would turn entirely to thorn” - Rumi

In my grieving, the inner process of shock, abandon, accept, and assimilate, snags and snares and just might trigger-play memories back like a reverse-draw-four-days-in-the-abyss. My subconscious reaches for something to comfort and soothe a spiraling spiral. A dream will come to help untangle the unseen and unspoken. The sun hits my skin again and tears kiss my pores, it’s nice to see you, yourself, again in the sun, remembering to drink and eat and move and hum.

#art #poetry #writing #spilled ink

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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*can we still be friends?*

You and Drew dated throughout high school and even college, but after college Drew decided to move to Atlanta, leaving you behind with a broken heart. Years later you find eachother by accident , and Drew wants to spark things back up.

WARNING : smut, language!

- also, this was not proof read so fair warning 😂

“ OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you looked over your recent email you had just received .

“ what?!” Your roommate yelled from her bedroom in panic. You met her in the hallway from your room, a wide grin on your face as you held your phone against your chest.

“ y/n if you don’t tell me what the hell you’re up here screaming for “ she replied before you turned your phone around facing her .

“ no fucking way “ she beamed in excitement as she read the email.

“ I got the part “ you grinned excitedly. You had been auditioning for acting parts since you had graduated college . You had gotten small one - two line scenes that paid decent but you had yet to get a big role. Today though you had gotten an email from your agent that you had gotten the role for a character on a new Netflix show called ‘ outer banks’ . You had gotten the role to be a pogue. You weren’t a main character but you were going to be definitely known on screen .

“ oh my fucking god!” She screamed out , you both jumping with excitement.

“Wait when do you start? Where are they filming?” She asked .

“ Charleston South Carolina ! It says I’m suppose to be there by tomorrow morning “ you beamed.

“ we’ll what the hell are you doing still standing here ?! Go pack! “ she demanded.

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“Y/n you ready?” You agent asked from the Uber you were both in.

“ I am so ready” you beamed excitedly.

“ okay we’ll were meeting some of the producers and casts for a chemistry reading “ you looked over at her in confusion.

“ but I already did a chemistry reading “ you replied.

“ yes with the ‘ pogues’ “ she replied. “ your character is going to be having most her interactions with two ‘kooks’ and they just want to test the waters to see how well you guys don’t get along”. You shook your head.

“ oh, whatever “ you shrugged. It didn’t take long to get to the location that you would soon be filming at and you had honestly became overly excited.

“ Hi y/n I’m Jonas, we talked briefly over the phone a few times” Jonas said while shaking your hand.

“ yes I remember , hi!” You replied excitedly .

“ okay so I’m going to have you come into this room and then you and a couple of the other actors are just going to go over your lines , nothing to major” he reassured. You nodded in agreement following behind .

You walked in, almost stopping dead in your tracks as you scanned the room. There were three men, one you knew all too well.

“ this is Austin, Deion , and Drew.” Jonas spoke.

You didn’t hear much of what else Jonas was saying as you and Drew made eye contact, him seeming just as surprised as you. The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife it was so thick, considering the last time you ever spoke to him ended horribly .

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“ Drew” you said walking out from his bedroom at his moms house .

“ yeah princess “ he replied walking out of his mother’s kitchen towards you.

“ what’s this about Atlanta?” You asked holding up his laptop with a search history for apartments in Atlanta Georgia. He sighed nervously running his hands through his hair.

“ princess I was going to tell you” he replied stepping forward. You quickly stepped back scoffing while shaking your head .

“ tell me what drew?” It was pretty obvious what the answer was but you were angry and wanted to hear it from his own mouth. Drew sat for a second, knowing everything was about to fall apart once he told you his plans.

“ I’m moving to Atlanta “ he responded finally, his eyes lowering to to the ground. Even though you subconsciously knew what he was going to say, once he finally did it really hit you hard.

“ drew” you responded in disappointment. “ you know I have one year left in school I can’t move to Atlanta “ you replied. It was true , Drew was a year older than you . You had gotten together your sophomore year in high school while he was a junior and been together ever since. You even went to the same college as him so you guys would be together . You both were passionate on the same career which made it easier, but the fact that when it was his turn to wait on you he wouldn’t.

“ princess I know , I figured we can do a long distance thing” your eyes widened in shock.

“ Drew you’re going to be a whole state away are you serious?!”you replied, your hands thrown in the air .

“Y/n there’s no opportunities for me here , you know I’ve always wanted to go to the big cities to pursue in acting .” He replied his voice now rising as well.

“ yeah but” you responded, your voice lowering as tears began to form in your eyes. “ you’re leaving me behind” . It hurt so bad that Drew was leaving. Of course you wanted him to prosper in life but you had been doing everything and even putting some job opportunities on hold so you wouldn’t be away from him, but the one time it was his turn, you weren’t his choice .

“ y/n-“

“ no just forget it Drew. Enjoy Atlanta” you responded before leaving towards his room to pack your stuff, soon leaving Drew’s home, never speaking to him again.

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“ Rafe and Callie- go ahead with your scene” Jonas asked as he pointed down to the sheet of paper going over a short scene between the two of your characters .

“ listen Callie you and your dirty pogues need to stay off of figure 8 ok” Drew spoke with hatred, looking up at you waiting for your response .

“ you know what” you replied sitting up in your seat. “ you kooks are all the same . “ you spat out . You could feel anger building among yourself , not because of getting into character, but more because of your true anger towards Drew was beginning to flow out.

“ is that so?” He relied.

“ YES Rafe!” You interrupted. “ you only care about yourself. You’re all selfish and self centered. You always get what you want no matter who gets hurt in the way” Drew sat for a second. He could tell from the look on your face that even though those words were written for Rafe, he knew you meant it directly towards him.

“ the only dirty one here is you Rafe “ you spat out, scolding him from a cross the table . You quickly were snapped out of your trance when you heard clapping from the side of you, Jonas laughing with excitement.

“ man that’s exactly what I’m talking about sweet heart!” He said pointing at you. You chuckled before glancing at Drew , seeing him almost look, upset?

—

It didn’t take you long to find your way to your trailer . All of your excitement about the new gig had gone flying out the window the moment you realized one of the cast members was the same person who shattered your heart years ago.

If we’re being honest , Drew was the reason you had made it to where you were now . Not to give him full credit , but after he chose to pursue in his career and not you, you had decided for yourself you would do nothing but make it to the top and make sure that you never chose anyone over yourself again and was all you had been doing at this point.

You sat staring at yourself in your mirror before you heard a gentle knock against your trailer.

Your stomach did somersaults as you knew exactly who it was. You hesitated for a second before you finally got up from your chair, making your way to the door.

You rolled your eyes as you saw the tall brunette standing behind the door of your trailer . You turned away, letting him in as you went to your couch.

“ Well uhm” he spoke nervously , running his hands through his hair. You looked up at him in anger as you waited for him to respond.

“ I wanted to see you.” He responded making his way over to you. “ it’s been a while” he finished now standing directly above you. You scoffed crossing your arms .

“ you can say that” you mumbled.

“ look I know we left on bad terms-“

“ no Drew you left on bad terms. Let’s clear that up “ you interrupted standing up. Drew took a step back giving you space before nodding, looking down.

“ I understand why you’re upset . But I want you to know I wasn’t leaving you. I was just leaving North Carolina. There were bigger opportunities out there for me and I was going to get them started staying back at home. I just-“ you put your hand in the space between you and him.

“ Drew you left me “ you responded, your voice s bit softer than it was. “ I went to the same school as you so we could be together. I turned down so many opportunities for us. I put my life on hold-“

“ I never asked you to!” Drew responded finally snapping. You sat for a second, shocked at his words . “ and if we’re being honest I would’ve never ask you to” you shook your head in disbelief . Your anger was causing you to be blind to the truth Drew was saying. He was absolutely right but you had never sat back and thought about it.

“ you know what Drew” you spat out, tears beginning to form once again. “ it’s a good thing you’re playing the kook king- yanno since he’s so damn selfish”.

Drew was taken back from your words. You didn’t mean it at all but you were so built up with anger from why a happened years ago that the words just slipped out. Drew nodded his head slowly before making his way out of your trailer without another word said .

You gasped, realizing how harsh you were to him. your hand flew to your mouth as you let out sobs thinking about the words you had just said

You sat silently in your trailer as you thought about the conversation you had just had . You knew Drew was right. He never actually told you to do any of the things you had done, you had just done them because you believed the relationship was more important than your goals in life. And now you realize it was really you who had left Drew. You could’ve worked through long distance, and followed him to Atlanta later but instead you left your selfishness and anger get the best of you.

You realized it was really you who needed to apologize so you quickly gathered your composer before making your way outside, searching for Drew’s trailer. Once you had found it you began frantically knocking , only for no one to answer.

“ y/n?” You heard from behind you. You turned around for it to be Drew. You wanted to do nothing but run and wrap your arms around him but instead you stood still, looking at him with puffy eyes.

“I-I’m sorry “ you blurted out. Drew’s eyes widened before he grabbed your arm .

“C’mon let’s take this somewhere more private” he spoke , guiding you into his trailer before shutting g the door behind you.

“ Drew you were right . I was just so mad I couldn’t even see that it was really me being selfish. And for that I am so sorry. “ Drew sat quietly , listening to go on and on about how sorry you were even though he had forgave you before he had even dry your own trailer.

“ y/n” he responded interrupting you during your rant . “ y/n just hush for a second” he responded with a slight chuckle . You nodded, wiping your face.

“ y/n I was wrong for not communicating with you. I should’ve chased you and brought you with, and if long distance wouldn’t have worked - I should’ve stayed behind and waited until you finished school” he responded grabbing a hold of your hand. You should your head in disagreement.

“ no, because you wouldn’t be here” you responded .

“ well regardless- I have missed you so damn much” he relied before pulling you towards him, placing his lips against yours. It was weird but such a familiar feeling that you hadn’t even realized how much you had missed it as well.

After both pulled away from the kiss, Drew looked down at you, grinning.

“ what “ you scoffed with a smirk following .

“ I can’t believe we’re about to play enemies on this show “ he spoke out causing you both to laugh loudly.

*****

It had been over a month since you and Drew reconnected. Things had definitely began to look up for the both of you. You had made many friends amongst the cast and even though you and Drew weren’t dating, feelings were definitely sparking between the two.

“ what are you up to tonight?” Drew asked as you both sat in the field , watching the cast film a scene.

“ I was honestly going to just stay in my apartment and watch tv tonight. You?” You responded, leaned back against the grass propped up on your hands.

“ oh” he replied, looking back out into the field.

“ I am making mom‘s chicken casserole so I was going to see if maybe they wanted to come over and have some?” He asked. You grinned. His mother’s chicken casserole was one of your favorite dinners she had ever made and Drew knew that. You nodded with a grin plastered across your face causing Drew too smile as well. You could almost say his cheeks were turning red.

***

You sighed heavily as you looked over your outfit in your mirror in your bathroom. You wanted to look cute, but casual so you dressed in jeans and a loose pink tank, a few pieces of jewelry and tennis shoes.

It was obvious that you were beyond nervous to see him because despite being around Drew, this was the first time you both were going to spend one on one quality time together without somebody else including themselves in. just being able to be around him though and spending time with him even if it included others, you had regrown the feelings you once had for Drew over time, but you weren’t sure at this point if the feelings were mutual. Drew had changed and matured so much over the few years you had been away , and of course you had too so things were the same , but very different.

“ hey” Drew said with a smile as he opened the door, seeing you stand on the other side.

“ hey” you grinned slyly before walking in.

“ mmmm” you moaned out, smelling the food in the oven. “ boy does that bring back memories .” Drew chuckled before scratching the back of his head nervously .

“ yeah I was thinking the same” he replied before making his way into the kitchen, opening the oven to check on it.

You looked around his apartment. It was crazy to see that his style in furniture and agriculture was still the same as it was when he was younger.

It almost made you sad that you had missed out on Drew’s growth since college. You quickly shook the sadness feeling away before making your way next to him , watching contently as he took the pan out of the oven.

“ oooohh yum” you beamed excitedly placing your hands together in front of you.

“ want to grab the plates?” He asked as he grabbed a spatula to help break the chicken up. You nodded before making your way to his cabinet, grabbing two plates out. It was quiet as you both fixed your plates, making your way to his couch. Since the producers only provided studio sized apartments for the time you were there , there wasn’t much space for tables so it was either the couch or standing.

“ Drew, I know I haven’t said this yet, but I am so proud of you” you finally spoke, breaking the silence. He looked over at you , a grin forming against his face as he chewed through his bite.

“ I’m serious “ you responded , not taking your eyes off of Drew. “ imagine if I really held you back like I tried . You wouldn’t be where you’re at now.“ you said. It was almost like you were saying it to yourself . You were finally realizing that it was you in the wrong in the long run. To even ask Drew to stay behind and not follow his dreams was just selfish .

“Y/n stop beating yourself over this okay? We’ve both made decisions in the past that we regret but look at us now” he responded. He didn’t need to go into detail but he was right . It became silent once again, just the sound of his tv going in the background ( that neither of you were actually paying attention to) .

“ this honestly tastes just like your moms” you laughed out in shock.

“ yanno why do you sound so surprised?” He jokingly argued, his head cocked towards you.

“ because Drew” you laughed out thinking of the memory you were about to speak of. “ you couldn’t even cook your hot pocket in the microwave without burning it” you both laughed as you thought about Drew’s multiple attempts to cooking that never worked out. When the laughing between you two died down, Drew stared intently into your eyes before he leaned in, placing his lips against yours. Your body immediately pushed forward towards his, pressing into the kiss.

Your eyes widened once you realized what was happening before pulling away, placing your hands over your mouth.

“ Drew” you spoke out softly. You were so unsure on whether this was really what he wanted that you didn’t want him to do something he’d regret.

“ y/n it’s okay” he reassured gently, before placing his hands against the side of your face, placing his lips against yours once again. This time you caved in, your hands finding their way to the back of his head, your fingers intwining through his hair.

You moaned slightly as his hands pressed firmly against your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. You began moving your hips against his, pressing your crotch against his for friction. Drew’s long fingers pressed against your bottom as he pushed you forward against him, deep throaty groans following behind.

“ lay down on the couch “ he demanded , his voice low and deep. You and Drew had slept together of course when you were younger , but something seemed different this time, more dominant was more like it. You bit your bottom lips as you removed yourself from Drew, quickly pushing your jeans down and off of you before laying down across the couch as Drew had instructed, your head landed on the arm rest.

Drew hovered over you, placing sloppy kisses down your neck, trailing down to your breast. You watched intensely as he pulled your breast out from above your shirt , groping them in his large hands. You hissed slightly as he pinched around your exposed nipple before placing your right nipple in his mouth.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss, your bottom lip pressed in between your teeth.

Your eyes reopened when you felt his fingers tuck under your underwear, before tugging them down , tossing them next to where your pants laid. Your eyes furrowed together . In all the years you had been together, Drew had never given you head . He was just too insecure that he wouldn’t do it good so seeing him down there , his lips trailing up your thigh to your heated core was beyond shocking.

You gasped loudly as he finally placed his mouth where you wanted him, his tongue doing one long stroke against your slit before lightly sucking on your clit.

“ Drew” you moaned out . You were tempted to ask where he learned this from but you knew that wouldn’t be an appropriate question nor would you really want to hear the answer.

At this point Drew was doing wonders on your heated area, so much that you couldn’t even hold the moans in. The way his tongue and finger both simultaneously worked against you had you coming to your orgasm quicker than anything.

“ fuck Drew!” you moaned out as you bucked your hips up against his face as you felt that familiar tingle feeling. Before you could even finish your climax, Drew’s lips clashed against yours, your own taste filling your mouth as his tongue fought for dominance over yours. Drew reached in between the two of you , , pulling his rock hard member out before before quickly sliding into your already soaking wet core.

Your arms looped under his as your hands landed on his back, your nails immediately began to dig as his hips moved at a fast pace against yours . Your body rocked against his couch as he pounded in you over and over, his member filling you more than you had ever remembered. He placed his lips against yours again as you let uncontrollable moans.

Drew placed one hand against the arm of the couch, his bicep flexing over your head as he continued to grind himself into you at continuous beat.

“ god I’m getting close” he groaned out , his words barely audible as he became out of breath from moving so fast .

You quickly wrapped your legs around him, causing him to go in even deeper than before . He threw his head back in pleasure , the veins in his neck popping out as his thrusts became sloppy. You pressed your lips deep against his as you felt yourself cum around him as well as his movements began to slow down, eventually becoming to a haunt.

Drew sat for a second, his forehead placed against yours as he caught his breath before he sat back up off of you, helping you sit up.

It was quiet as you both cleaned yourself before you sat back down on the couch next to him, still slightly worn out.

“ damn Drew “ you laughed out, running your now tangled hair towards the back of your head . “ you fucked the shit out of me “ you stated, causing him to chuckle.

“ like I said , I really missed you over those years” he said with a cocky smirk following . You shook your head while grinning, turning your eyes away from him.

“ do you maybe want to stay the night?” He asked , this time with seriousness. You looked over at him, a smile present on your face .

“ yeah I’d like that” you responded.

Maybe what they say is true.

If it’s meant to be, it’ll find its way back. ❤️

*****

I almost deleted this whole thing because Idk just didn’t really like it but I know I’ve been incognito for almost a week so I figured I’d post it anyways. Another fic called ‘Keep your hands to yourself ‘will be posted tonight though so anyone want to be tagged let me know ❤️

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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can u do a blurb about reader wanting a baby and asking her co-worker Spencer to be the donor because he's smart and nice and she wants a cute baby?

you said blurb and i read 2K word fic apparently lmao

Late nights behind a desk were the worst. Y/N hated reading over case file, after case file, of horrific things as she tried to choose where they went next.

The only plus side was that she wasn’t alone, Spencer was at his desk just beside her. Like he always was. They had an interesting friendship, to say the least.

Ever since Y/N joined the BAU, Spencer and her were glued at the hip. They had all the same interests, liked the same music and movies, and they spat out information the same way, they were like each other’s dorky other half— but it was just a friendship.

They had a tradition to watch at least one movie together after a case, to just chill for a bit together. Always randomly picking one of their apartments to go to, spending the night together until one of them eventually wandered off to bed. Leaving the other on the couch.

They weren’t aware of their feelings for each other for a while. Both of them being so used to being alone, and never having anyone be interested in them before. It was hard to understand if the feelings they had were pure friendship, or if it could ever be more. If the sex would fuck everything up and take away that perfect happy place they found in each other, or would it make the bond stronger?

She noticed the crush before Spencer showed any signs of liking her back. She woke up every morning thinking of him, that's when she came to the conclusion that it was more than just a friendship. She wanted him in her life forever, she wanted to kiss his perfect lips and hug his soft body, wake up beside his messy hair and just love him for the rest of eternity.

She sighed as she picked up another file, not excited to learn about the horrible acts taking place in what people called, “the best country in the world.” She’d disagree any day of the week.

This one was a file about some missing kids apparently being spotted in a van altogether in Georgia, it looked interesting enough to be the next case. She hated reading all the info, seeing every kid's happy face in the file knowing that’s not how they looked now.

“Good god,” she groaned as she flipped through the case.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked over the divider.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, “just a bad case.”

She handed it to him over the desk, hearing him flip through all the sheets as he read a million words a minute. “We should show this to Emily first thing,” Spencer agreed, pushing himself over to her desk in his wheely chair.

“I will,” she smiled softly, taking the file back from him and placing it on her desk.

Spencer stood then, making his way into her space and rubbing his hand over her back slightly. “Are you okay?”

She sighed, “actually. no, I was telling Garcia I want to have a baby soon, and then I see things like this and I’m scared to do it alone but I don’t have any other option?” Ranting to him like he was her therapist.

“What do you mean?”

She turned in her chair to look up at him, his soft brown eyes really caring to hear the answer. “Sit,” she insisted.

He pulled the chair over more, sitting close enough that their knees touched. “I’m 36, I’m not having any luck finding a husband or a wife, I want a baby and if I have to do it myself I will, but what if I’m not enough? What if I have a boy and he grows up to be a killer cause he never had a dad?”

“Y/N,” Spencer’s voice was soft as he looked at her with a confused scrunch on his face. “That couldn’t happen, you’re a wonderful person, I love having you on the team and in my life, I know you’d raise good kids, you should do it.”

“Really?” She beamed at him, the words touching her heart and making her swoon a bit.

“I mean, it would be hard,” he added reason to the conversation. “You’d have to take time off, which would be good for bonding. My mother raised me alone and I turned out semi-fine, I don't hold any resentment for her not finding someone for me to call dad or even step-mom for that matter. I think if you give them all the love in the world like I know you’re capable of, your child will love you like you’re their whole world.”

She laughed as she noticed the tears welling in her eyes, waving her hand's in front of her face so she wouldn’t fully sob. “Do you want to be the donor?” She made a joke to change the topic.

Spencer laughed then too, “sure!”

Everything got serious again then, she looked at him a little differently. “Really? Cause honestly, you’re like a Grade A donor profile in the most expensive clinic!” She couldn’t help herself from laughing again at the absurdity.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad, 40 isn’t too old to have a child, is it?” He seemed to have decided that rather fast.

“Okay,” she nodded with a smile, “okay. That’s cool, sick,” she felt the words get smaller as she thought it over.

“I get it if you were kidding,” Spencer spat out. “I realize now that you might have been making a joke, I hope it’s not weird that I agreed so fast, it’s just that I think you’re a very beautiful and smart woman and the idea of helping you make a child makes me really excited. I think it would be a very good idea if you were being serious, but I get it if you’re not.”

She let him get it all out, always loving when he got like this on a case or in person, nervous or just because he wanted to talk, she loved to listen. And no one ever let him finish his thoughts, always wanting to beat him to the punch.

“Spence, I think you’re really handsome and smart too,” she smiled. “If you’re also serious, I am too.”

“How would we?” He asked as he pulled at the top button of his dress shirt, swallowing like he couldn't breathe all of a sudden.

“If you’re not opposed, I’m sure the good old-fashioned way would work?” She laughed, laying her hand on his knee softly.

It was like sparks flew at that moment as if all the fluorescent lights in the bullpen could have exploded and she wouldn’t have even noticed. Captivated by Spencer's eyes as he gasped at her touch.

“Not opposed in the slightest,” he said softly as he held his own hand over hers.

She couldn’t help herself from smiling. “Well, I think I’m all done here if you want to come to my place for a movie?”

“Sure,” he replied, offering her a hand as they stood up together.

He returned his chair to his desk, both of them grabbing their coats and bags and rejoining at the door.

“I should go say goodnight to Penny,” Y/N said softly. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he followed her through the door and down the hall to the tech room.

“Knock knock,” Y/N said as she walked through the open door. “Oh great and knowledgeable one, I’ve come with my nightly farewell.”

“Oh my knight, I shall miss you,” Penelope played along, sauntering over to her and wrapping her up in a hug. “I leave you with this until your return.”

“Through scorching deserts, and blistering winds, I will make it back to you, always,” she tried not to laugh as she hugged her back. “I also brought forth the jester.”

Spencer was laughing in the doorway as the two of them looked at him, “hi?”

“The pretty boy, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Um,” Y/N smiled, “Spencer and I are just going back for our nightly movie.”

Penelope looked at both of them, jaw slightly gaped, “nightly? I thought it was a case by case thing?”

“It’s a good excuse for us to talk,” Spencer smiled at her.

“Mhmm,” she smirked, “well have fun.”

She pulled Y/N back into another hug, hiding her face from Spencer, “I need all the dirty deets in the morning.”

Y/N smacked her arm softly as she pulled back, “goodnight pretty penny.”

“Farewell brave knight, handle with care, Jester,” Penelope pointed her finger at him, giving him a knowing glance.

“Yes, oh Knowledgeable one, always,” he blushed.

He reached out his hand for Y/N, interlocking their fingers as they left her office and headed towards the elevator. A rare moment of bravery on his part, holding hands like this didn’t spread a lot of germs.

“We’re going to have to discuss a lot of logistics like realistically this isn’t going to be just a fuck and oh look its a baby. This is a real live baby that we need to raise and care for,” she reminded him as the elevator doors shut.

“I’d like to be as involved as you’d let me be,” Spencer replied. “I don’t have to be 'dad' to them, I could be uncle Spence that’s fine too.”

“Oh no, you’d be Dad for sure,” she nudged him slightly. “I mean like, weekends and holidays and birthdays, your mom will want to see them surely, my parents will want to see them. Housing,” she looked at him horrified. “I have an apartment with 2 bedrooms, I don’t think I could let them sleep somewhere without me.”

“I have been looking at houses,” Spencer added before the doors opened to the garage, “you’re driving right?”

“Yeah, you were saying?” She replied, digging her keys out of her purse and leading him towards the car.

“Derek Morgan, I’m not sure if you’ve met him yet, he fixes up old homes in DC and Virginia now. He just finished one and I helped him with it. I think I’m going to buy it from him. It has 4 bedrooms, we could all live under the same roof? It would be easier to co-parent.”

She was amazed at how fast he adapted to this as if he’d been having the same thoughts she was having. At a certain point wanting kids becomes a pipe dream filled with desperation and emptiness, he looks like he’s experienced it too.

She opened her door and sat down before replying to him again. Thinking about how wonderful he was going to be during this process, “thank you, Spencer.”

“For what?” He asked as they both closed their doors.

She sighed, relaxing into her seat as she started the car. She turned to him softly, not wanting to cry as she spoke softly. “Being a mom is more of a dream to me than joining the BAU was, this is the best gift you could give me.”

He reached his hand out again, holding it softly. Running his thumb over her knuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah,” she nodded softly.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her, staring at their hands as he rubbed her skin.

“Um, I’ve been pretty infatuated with you since you joined,” he let it out finally. Like a ton of bricks off his back he relaxed a bit, “after everything with Maeve, Cat and Max… oh god, and JJ... I was so worried that if I got too close to you I’d lose you. I tried to keep the feelings in, that's why I said what I did to Penelope. She knows how I feel about you.”

It was like fireworks were going off in her chest as the butterflies erupted inside of her. She sat up, turning to him more and ripping her hand from his grasp.

It startled him, he looked at her anxiously as if she was going to yell at him. But she placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

His arms snaked around her waist, wishing they could get closer if it wasn’t for the damn centre console of her car. Pressing their lips together, hard, as they breathed each other in. Desperation taking control, she wasn’t able to let go of him.

When she finally did pull away, however, the look on his face was priceless. Like expensive art, every line and freckle had a meaning. He was surprised, enamoured, grateful, desperate for more.

She smiled softly, rubbing her thumbs over his cheek. “Good, cause it would be awkward having your baby and not getting to love you every day too.”

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Happiest Year

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Your statement is vague - they just did the best the can to counter it. Word Count: 1,485 Warning: Death

“By the end of the year,” You say, as you and the team overlook the lake, “I’ll be dead.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed as you chuckled.

It was January first, the night of celebrating the new year had truly hit the team hard. So, the majority of them were out by the docks with you, getting fresh air hoping it would wash away the hungover they were experiencing. It was a nice bitter morning, the cold was nipping at your nose.

Clearly, January would be cold.

“I just have a feeling, you know?” You answered, groaning as you wave them off, “Well, my hungover is fading off - I’m going inside.”

It was the last time you mentioned it, but that doesn’t stop the team thinking about it. They don’t know what you meant by that statement, but they did anything to prevent a death. January was the longest ever month, everyone could feel it. But, with the snow in New York - they made the most of it.

They haven’t seen you with so much joy before when playing with snow. It was almost weekly to make the best fort in teams, there were meetings of teams to create the best one before actually making it in the allotted day and time.

When the snow started to melt away and warmer days were arriving, the team had to think of new ways of keeping your life a little bit more exciting. Tony had the great idea of taking you to places you’ve never been before.

First of all, it was a trip around America, taking you to places you would love to visit. Natasha got great pictures of you and the team if Natasha was in the picture she either got one of the boys to take pictures or a stranger.

You went hiking, went to explore the colours of Antelope Canyon. Took a trip to Savannah in Georgia, you got taken to see the sunflowers in Kansas. And you decided to get pulled into a trip to New Orleans. At Minnesota, you got various pictures with the Peanut character statues, Peter was too happy about this trip - he loved every minute of it.

You enjoyed the Smithsonian museum, you’ve been dying to see it - you dragged Steve around because he was equally excited to learn. When you visited each state to do something because Tony owns a jet and it was easy to move quicker.

He takes you to Tokyo and part of Japan. You visited stores of various shows and movies you love, you take part in trying new food. He takes you to one of the Scandinavian countries so you could witness the Northern lights, they were so pretty - but not as pretty as your face as it lights up.

He brings you to different countries to taste their cuisine. Bucky was fond of Italian whilst Sam likes to argue that France had better food, Clint was just happy to be included.

Natasha had started an album of places, one album dedicated to the US - it was full to the brim with pictures of you and the team. You never thought that she was a type of person to be scrapbooking, but she made you do the writing.

You don’t question her.

There’s another album for Asian and Europe countries you have visited, with the European scrapbook, everyone had a different coloured pen to add their contribution of notes.

You travel to South America, get to live the carnival life in Brazil. Somehow in between travelling, you get to enjoy the 4th of July back home in New York. You enjoyed immersing yourself in different culture during the summer until you were worn out of travelling by the end of August.

You don’t know how you managed to keep travelling whilst some of the team were being sent off to deal with enemies. Not once, Nick had sent you away to a mission - the team asked, you never gave them a solid answer.

September was the start of autumn, it was the excuse of you guys taking a break from travelling. You helped Natasha finish the books, even helping her to make them look pretty by making some borders on some of the pictures.

October rolls in, it’s spooky season as Peter proclaims. You visit corn mazes, pumpkin picking. You make jack o lanterns, watch horror films. You had a blast in the Halloween party, you got to dress up once again.

By November, the team started to notice something wasn’t right. You had no energy to stand up, you were constantly sitting down. You were always cold, they thought because the temperatures had started to drop drastically, but even with the heating on in the Avenger base, you were bundled up in a blanket and your thickest hoodie.

“Still cold?” Bruce asked you, handing you a hot chocolate - noticing your shaky hands.

“Unbelievably,” You responded, there were tints of blue upon your lips.

You could barely keep food down in you, sometimes you were too tired to even make yourself food and hold a fork up to your lips. You were sick and it doesn’t seem like you were able to recover.

That was until by the end of November, you were hospitalised. For a week, the team was in the dark about the situation. There was a lot of talks between Nick and the doctor, between you and Nick, between you and the doctor.

“It seems like they’ll have to know,” You spoke softly, rough at the edges as if you haven’t been drinking water.

“Yeah, don’t suppose you want to tell them?” Nick asked, hoping it would bring out a smile to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to look of hurt in their eyes.”

Nick breaks them the news.

You’re dying, you have known this fact since the start of the year. Did you mean to keep that information from them? No, it never came up. You knew there was no cure, and you hated that. You’re a superhero, people look at you expecting you’re untouchable.

Nick never wanted to send you out for a mission, he wanted you last year to be one to remember.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Steve asked, looking at you in the hospital bed.

“You never asked.”

“Is-” Bruce lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, “Is there a cure at all?”

“If there was I wouldn’t have told you I would be dead by the end of the year,” You answered, you let out a cough.

“Why?” Tony whispered, brushing your hair, “Why did you hide it from me? From us?”

“It was easier.”

The team looked at you, you look fragile, there was a clear loss of weight and you were too weak to even pick up stuff. You were a concerning paler shade of your skin tone. Sweat dripping from your forehead and you were shaking. Every so often you would cough so violently, a wheeze would escape your mouth - god it hurt you so much, the team could tell that.

“A superhero is not immune to diseases with no cure,” You chuckled to yourself, no one joins you - they look at you with pain in their eyes. “I just want to thank you though.”

“For what?” Steve whispers, if he speaks any louder - he fears his voice will break.

“Thank you for the happiest year of my life.”

You died in your sleep at the age of twenty six. They didn’t expect it because despite two weeks composed of bad days, that one day, you were actually better.

But it didn’t matter. Because the team was there with him. Steve held your hand as you slept, held you even when the doctors came and told them you were no more. The team didn’t cry. They didn’t beg them to try again. Because that night when you were supposed to be unconscious, Steve felt you squeeze his hand twice.

It was your own way of saying Thank You.

Thanking them that they stayed by your side to the end.

The funeral was simple, after all, you were a simple man. It was just the team and people who truly knew you. They couldn’t hold back the tears, the funeral was quiet sobs, they couldn’t bare to look at the smiling picture that was present in front of them.

Christmas wasn’t the same without you, there was an empty part of the team. the new year came around, they drank so much that they regret it. They found themselves back at the dock, fresh air will help their hangover.

It’s been a year since you announced that you will be dying at the end of the year.

At least, in their mind, they gave you the happiest year - that’s all it matters.

You were happy and content with the life you have had.

They were happy to be a part of your life.

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spine-buster · 3 years

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peaceful easy feeling ft. b.boeser | three

A/N: Thanks again for your positive feedback on this mini-series! Please keep those canon questions coming as you guys know I loooove answering them to help build the canon! This one is a short one but it will be made up for by the last two chapters.

CONTENT WARNING: parents with disease/sickness (Parkinson’s); swearing; sex; alcohol use; lots of emotions.

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Brock and Grace were having fun. Actual, genuine, real fun. Whenever they were together, they were smiling and laughing and kissing and having a good time. They’d go out to eat at Vancouver’s best restaurants. They’d take walks in parks or along the seawall. They’d get coffee at cute little cafés and munch on bespoke cookies or donuts that would make Brock complain about extra hours in the gym. They’d invite Elias and Svea with them and it would be great, because they were great, and they’d all just be constantly laughing. Grace and Svea got closer – much closer. Elias and Brock were tearing it up for the Canucks. Grace and Svea would go to bars for a glass of wine before going to games together. They’d cheer and clap and sing along with all the songs being blasted throughout the arena.

Fun. Life was fun.

***

“How do I bite it?!” Brock was incredulous at the size of the cupcake Grace got him. It was bigger than his jaw could open. Elias and Svea were already ready with their damn phones to film him. “I can’t…” he tried to bring it up to his mouth.

“Just put the whole thing in your mouth!” Grace exclaimed.

“That’s what she said,” Elias mumbled, only to garner a disapproving mother look from Brock and a slap on the arm from Svea. “What! Isn’t that the joke?!”

“Don’t be crass,” Svea chastised before focusing her attention back on Brock. “Just bite the thing, Brock. Just…just stuff it in there,” he pretended to do the motion herself.

“Again, that’s what she said.”

Grace hit Elias too this time.

***

“You can get us reservations to Hawksworth?” Svea asked in shock.

Grace nodded casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world to get a reservation at Vancouver’s best and most exclusive restaurant. “The Gillespie’s own the Rosewood Hotel Georgia.”

“You do?”

Grace nodded again before sucking back on an oyster. “When do you want to eat there?”

“Oh, I – I don’t know. Can I get back to you?”

“Of course! Just let me know.”

“Wow Grace,” Svea said. “You really do have the world at your fingertips. Vancouver especially.”

Grace shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a blessing and a curse. I can’t go anywhere without running into someone that knows my dad or knows who I am and thinks they know me. It’s even worse when they knew my dad a long time ago and only ask about how he’s doing with his Parkinson’s now. Most of the time they don’t even truly care. And I’d trade it all in, every single penny, if it meant my dad never got Parkinson’s.”

Svea couldn’t imagine living that kind of life. She didn’t know how Grace did it – or Brock, for that matter. She would be a sobbing mess on the floor every single day. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be insensitive when I—”

“Oh God no. No no no – you don’t need to apologize. I just…” Grace paused, trying to collect her thoughts. “I know how fortunate I am, believe me. I just don’t think people know that – that I know I’m fortunate. But Parkinson’s – any chronic illness – it really humbles you. Most people don’t know what that’s like. And like, thank God they don’t. But they think they know.”

All Svea could do was nod her head and listen.

***

Whenever Brock sent a text that said ‘come over and watch a movie’ Grace knew what that really meant. But instead of finding it lewd, she’d slather on some raspberry chapstick and be on her merry way to Brock’s apartment.

When they were done, and lying in bed together, with her head on his chest and her hair sprawled everywhere, that’s when the talking would begin. “How’s your dad doing?” “Are the new round of meds working?” “Is he having more trouble getting up now?” “What are the doctors saying?” “How’s his memory?” “How’s the swallowing?” “Are the doctors recommending speech therapy?”

“When I quit dance, my dad was so disappointed,” Grace revealed one night as Brock was running his hands through her hair. “It was the only thing I was ever really, really good at. I wasn’t the best in school. I just didn’t get things the way other kids did. And when I told him the reason, he made me promise I’d keep doing dance in some capacity. I maybe wouldn’t do it super-competitively anymore with him driving me all around BC and flying me all over Canada and the US to attend competitions, but I’d still do it. That’s why I teach at the Goh Ballet. Like…I know I’m not the smartest girl in the world, but I like to think I have a big heart. And I just hope that people see that.”

“I wear number six because it was my dad’s number,” Brock revealed too, one night when they were alone. “I wanted…I wanted to make sure that if he wasn’t around, my career would still honour him in some way. I want that to be my legacy…like, everything I do, I do for my dad.”

Grace nodded. She completely understood. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who knows and understands exactly what I’m going through,” she said. “Do you think it was fate that brought us together at that meeting?”

Brock found himself nodding his head automatically. “Of course,” he said softly.

***

“I’m sorry we couldn’t have you at the house for dinner, Brock, but our chef is on vacation,” Eliza Carmichael, Grace’s mom, smiled from across the table as she sipped on her glass of wine. From beside her, her husband, Grace’s step-dad James kept perusing the menu, as did Grace’s two step-brothers, Jasper and Theo, who were seated at opposite heads of the table.

“Oh that’s no problem at all,” he smiled politely, grabbing Grace’s hand underneath the table and squeezing it gently before putting it in his lap. “I actually come here with the boys sometimes. The food here is amazing.”

“It is, isn’t it? James knows the head chef,” she said. “Grace tells me you’re a hockey player.”

It was at that point that James put down his menu. “Honey, he plays for the Vancouver Canucks. We’ve been over this.”

Eliza rolled her eyes playfully before picking up her menu. It was only at that point that Brock noticed the giant rock on her finger. It was the size of his eyeball. “Grace tells me you live in Shaughnessy,” he said, trying to make polite conversation. “I hear that’s a beautiful neighbourhood.”

“Oh, it is. Perfect place for the quiet life hockey player’s lead,” James joked. Brock forced out a chuckle.

***

“I love this song!!!” Grace exclaimed as the DJ began to play some old school Rihanna. She downed the rest of her drink and slapped the glass against the bar before grabbing Brock’s arm with one hand and Svea’s hand with the other, knowing that Svea would, on instinct, grab Elias’s arm and drag him to the dance floor too.

The club was completely unstuffy. There were no girls dressed to the nines, no four-inch stiletto heels digging into Grace’s feet, no people showing up just to be seen in booths with bottle service. It was completely unpretentious and that’s how Grace liked it. Considering her lifestyle and her wealth, it was actually how she liked everything. So when the DJ began playing pop songs, she couldn’t help but start dancing uncontrollably. To his credit, Brock did too. It was like he lost all his inhibitions and began moving his body in tune with the music. Even Elias and Svea did, and Grace knew how…well, quiet they were. This wasn’t their scene at all but they were having the time of their life dancing with each other, spinning each other around and moving to the beat of the music.

For at least a night, Grace could forget. She could forget how her parents used her to get back at one another during an awful divorce. She could forget her mom re-married an equally as nice guy as her dad but became more pretentious as the years went on and the wealth accumulated. She could forget that she made the decision to quit dancing professionally. She could forget her dad had Parkinson’s. For one night, everything was perfect. Everything was fun. Everything was how it should be.

***

“Fuuuuck, baby,” Brock groaned as he watched Grace climb on top of him, leaning forward so she could press his breasts up against his face. He immediately took the opportunity to place wet, open mouth kisses all over her breasts, kissing down to her nipples before taking them in his mouth. He could feel her grab his cock and lower herself onto it, sighing at the feeling of him filling her up. “Feel good?”

“You always feel amazing,” she smiled, her hair falling around her face. “That’s why I can’t stop fucking you.”

Brock chuckled, a cocky smile on his face as he reached up and brought Grace’s face down so he could kiss her and stick his tongue down her throat. “Ride me, baby,” he mumbled against her lips.

Grace began rocking her hips back and forth, her body moving so expertly and so in tune with Brock’s. Almost immediately, she began to moan, and Brock grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers so she’d have something to brace against. Brock was in a trance – as he usually was when Grace was riding. He was completely and utterly transfixed by her in every sense of the word, and in every way; from the hair on her head to the red nail polish on her toes.

“God, I fucking love you, Grace.”

The words had barely escape Brock’s mouth before he realized the magnitude of what he said, how he said it, and when he’d fucking said it. God, he was such a fucking idiot!!!!! During sex?! Really?! Way to live the cliché Brock Boeser! Way to be a fucking idiot and—

“I fucking love you too, Brock,” he heard Grace say, a smile adorned on her face. The both of them giggled, and couldn’t stop giggling for a while even though she was still riding him. It was miraculous. “Way to say it for the first time while I’m riding you,” she joked.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said.

“You’re lucky I love you, because that’s such an amateur move, Brock.”

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key-to-my-heart · 3 years

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S2 WISHFUL THINKING

hey hi hello! i haven’t really been active on tumblr but i wanted to get back into the swing of being active and posting often. so.

i decided i will take note of some of my predictions, hopes, wishes etc. for Season 2 of Rainbow High!

so i kinda wanna just cover the things we canonically have seen aka specific events and drama that has gotten introduced

- The New Roommates / Series 3 Girls

i feel like we will definitely see more of them within the coming episodes. rainbow high literally advertised the new teams as like… i think the second or third teaser for the new season

it’s interesting to me because. this makes me think of What The Runway Project is? what could it possibly be? i believe i made a post about this in the past but the main theory (and theory i believe the most in) would be a Stage Production of sorts. i mean… it makes sense!

the twins are both Performing Arts focus and are definitely the antags this season. so why wouldn’t they cause trouble in regard to a stage play? plus, bella is back. she’s literally a set designer! we have never seen her do any set designing (other than making a sketch) so it would be fun to see that! if river were to get more focus this season, he would definitely have an outlet to channel his Performing Arts creativity! plus… Daria is a song writer so like. imagine if we were to get music out of that? please. the possibilities are endless.

im also eager to see the series 3 girls dynamics. like are the rest of the girls (gabriella, georgia, emmy and daphne) all roomed together? do they get along? will they all be just as dramatic as stella, sheryl and daria’s dynamic?

but anyway. whatever the drama and the semester project is, the new teammates definitely seem to be playing a crucial role in this season.

- The Twins

i’m actually really eager to see more of them. i feel like not enough people are talking about them? season 2 is actually really interesting so far…. maybe more so than season 1… and i feel like we are going to have to thank the twins for that at some point lol

like. idek what they’re planning on doing but. i’m excited to see what it is! they’ll probably be involved in the semester project or at least causing problems to all of the roommates and teams. they’ll definitely have something going on with bella. and it seems that they have a good bond with karma (after the KWK we got). so maybe they’ll have input in any potential drama with Karma. which leads me to

- Karma VS. Violet

so. this drama has been teased at for like. ever. for what feels like forever.

this moment in Karma’s bio PLUS the commentary about violet from her and the twins in the recent KWK episode. but anyway. i’m actually super interested in whatever this drama could be??? like. why is karma watching.

we know violet adores karma, she really wants to have her in the vi life. so i’m sure she basically looks up to her! but like. will karma actually genuinely be nice with violet? keep a distance? make remarks like she did in her recent vlog? i don’t know. idk what to expect. of course it’ll have to do with vlogging or something.

- Bella

ok so there is a few things to note with bella. i’m still interested in if bella will accept to do an interview with Karma for her vlog? if so, i wonder how that would go. and i wonder how violet would feel about it. like the very last time bella was featured in vi’s vlog was on a bad note (even though they made up) but like. idk AAA

also i’m wondering how bella is gonna handle being back to rainbow high. because so far it seems she’s having trouble fitting in. will the key to her fitting in be Jade? will Jade help her figure everything out? or would it be someone else?

as much as i’d love Jade to be the reason Bella starts to feel more at home, i also love the other idea of Amaya being the reason bella feels comfortable again. Amaya was once the new girl (and of course in an awkward position because she was essentially a replacement for bella’s spot in the runway group) but. she didn’t fit in. she had to find her place at rainbow high… and it took her until the runway show to be able to truly feel comfortable.

and like. i’ve been rooting for bella/amaya dynamic for awhile now. i see a lot of potential in this duo. we know they somewhat have tension. i mean. bella had a really awkward confrontation with amaya and that was rly their first and last conversation. sure they’ve been around each other like in the music video, at the end of s1, and when bella walked into the girls dorm s2ep2 but like. that’s it.

SO ANYWAY. what i’m trying to get at is that these two definitely need to become friends. i mean. they have a LOT in common. i was talking about the new girl situation because i feel like they can relate in that way. they both had an awkward entrance into rainbow high and could bond over that. it took amaya awhile to feel at home at rainbow high… so maybe she could become friends with bella and help her feel at home! they’re both very determined leader types. they’re really passionate and! they have the same friend group! so why not become friends?

- Jade and Bella

of course i will wonder about these two! i have no clue what to expect with them. the fandom and myself are really really really wanting to see these two become a canon sapphic couple. i really want to see this happen! and mga knows this. mga knows we want to see jella happen. i mean, they literally snatched the ship name from us and plastered it into their vlogs. so they KNOW

anyway. these two are literally going through it rn. the way jade’s eyes lit up when she saw bella was back at rh. and now both of them are looking for each other and worried about each other. jade thinking bella is mad at her rn? please. i will sob. they are really holding off this jella reunion but i hope it’s for a good reason. i just want them to talk and have a good reunion… a hug……. happy tears, happy smiles…………..a love confession…

- Amaya

so i don’t really have much to say here but i’m just wondering about amaya this season. she’s definitely been advertised so much to the point that she essentially became like. THE main focus in season 1. this peeved some people but personally i loved amaya being like a sort of main character figure. she didn’t really take attention away from the other characters but also had that energy of being a main character anyway.

my point is, though, idk how she will play out in this season? like is she going to be as much of a main character as the main 6 are…. or will she play a bigger role? i have no clue. it seems bella is going to have a key focus this season, which makes sense, but it still just makes me wonder about amaya’s role this season

- Colin

i just hope this man does not get a development arc. i know some people want him to…. but i just. i don’t. i don’t understand. the point of him existing was to show that cheating is wrong and to display girl power. by teaching that skyler didn’t need a man to prove her worth. that she is her own person. her own strength! i really hope that colin and bella don’t have anything omfg.

- Winter Break

i’m really. REALLY excited for the winter break arc. it’s about time we get to see some backgrounds outside of rainbow high! plus the animated tidbits of ruby, sky, and violet in their wb outfits in the wb commercial was everything.

i’m so excited to see their new hairstyles, to see them with their snow gear and more. omg. of course i think the twins will be involved in this arc someone. krystal briefly mentioned the twins’ family having a ski lodge. and then of course we see sunny with her skis so like. yea!! i just wonder how these episodes would play out. or episode. but anyway like… will they just vibe? or will there be a problem of sorts? if it’s winter break then it probably won’t tie into school or like projects or anything like that

- Kia Hart

i’m actually hoping kia gets some focus this season. like. what is she going to do? is she going to pair another couple together? (if so, please be jella. okay wait seriously what if she is the key to reuniting jade and bella together… anyway) i just hope to see more of her and possibly more of her and krystal together haha. but kia just vibes so far, it would be lovely to get more of her!

- The A’s

so ainsley is finally beginning to get some attention! i really hope we continue to get more of her as well as avery, and aidan of course! we did get a bunch of content of aidan but you can never have enough honestly.

but i just wonder about how the A’s will be this season. like will they do anything significant? are bella and avery going to remain close? what is going on!!!

- The Malibu Line

so we literally know nothing about this except

but i still wonder like. if we will get to see anything about it at any point during the web series. perhaps it would be more of a summer thing. but it definitely means something if Bella is in it! (also i’m just generally excited for her new doll. omfg.)

- The Rock Line

so we also know almost nothing about this except

saw someone discuss that the music being heard during s2ep2 could be in regards to the rock battle. honestly. what if this is some sort of project? battle of bands or something? that would be cool lol. anyway i’m intrigued for this line mainly because of all the clothing leaks we have been getting omg.

- The Slumber Party Line

we have known about this for a little while (with the theory of the baby blue girl being in it) but i’m just curious as to who the characters are and if they will be in the web series at all.

- Jett Dawson

okay so. this is a big one. jett being a collector doll, i feel like she’ll definitely play a crucial role in the series. so like. who will she be to the main characters? it says she’s generally nice. why was she giving that look to the girls after their runway performance? IDK! i have no clue what to expect with her. i feel like the expectations i had for amaya (before we knew anything about her) will be put into jett because. the vibes i got from amaya ever since we just had her doll… i am also kind of getting from jett. so i’m eager!

#rainbow high #rainbowhigh #rainbow high dolls #rh: episode predictions #rh: theories

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nurseanddex · 3 years

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20.“i’m not playing truth or dare.” for zimbits (or jack & shitty if you want platonic) if you're still taking prompts!

Send me a prompt and a pairing from one of these lists if you feel so inclined, just please specify which list it’s from! :)

Prompt: “I’m not playing truth or dare.”

Spending the night before Class Day on the roof of Faber was a time honored SMH tradition, and Jack and Shitty’s senior year was no different. The Haus gang gathered around a small bonfire, swapping stories of favorite memories, drinking beers, and eating chocolate marshmallow pie in lieu of making smores. Lardo had put her foot down about cooking over open flame after an incident involving a ‘flaming ball of death’ the year prior that everyone resolutely refused to tell Bitty about. He was going to miss his boys, miss this easy camaraderie. The Haus wasn’t going to be the same without Jack and Shitty. He shivered as a particularly chilly gust of wind breezed by.

“Brr. I didn’t know it’d be s-so-”

Bitty trailed off in surprise as a big, warm jacket settled itself on his shoulders.

“Oh! Thanks, Jack!” he blushed, looking up to see the identity of his mysterious benefactor.

“No problem,”Jack said, sitting down next to him with a gentle smile on his face.

“Aaaaaaaaaand noooooooooooooow,” Holster yelled, in his announcer voice. “My favorite part of Pre-Graduation SMH Bonfire and Bonding Night!”

“Secret Time!” Ransom cheered.

“Which means we get to ask you whatever we want and you have to answer everything,” Holster grinned, wickedly. Bitty could feel Jack tense up next to him.

“No secret time this year, boys. I don’t want a repeat of Johnson’s existential crisis,” Lardo said. “I say we go Truth or Dare.”

“I’m not playing truth or dare,” Jack whispered. His face was turning paler by the second. Lardo shot him a look Bitty couldn’t quit read before pulling out her phone and tapping out a text. He wasn’t trying to snoop, but his proximity to Jack enabled him to see the notification when it popped up on his screen.

Secret Time has no outs. Truth or Dare you can at least pick dare if they ask something you don’t want to answer.

“Yeah, Lardo, what’s the deal with that switch? We always do Secret Time.” Lardo shot Shitty a look that could only be described as murderous.

“You do not get a vote,” she hissed, “You did not have to deal with 170 pounds of sobbing goalie having an existential crisis using your shoulder as a tissue for over! an! hour!”

“On second thought, Truth or Dare sounds fun!” Jack chimed in. All further rumblings of dissent from Ransom, Holster, and Shitty were almost instantly silenced by Lardo’s patented Look. Lardo insisted they play by stating what the question and the dare would be before they had to choose. A few rounds passed by relatively uneventfully, but some time around when they were starting to shift from tipsy to drunk, the questions started to change from playful to personal to a bit too personal.

“Jack next!” Holster exclaimed, shifting around to settle with his head resting in Ransom’s lap. Bitty noticed that Jack had become more relaxed as the game wore on, but his jaw still clenched every time it was his turn.

“I gotta know, what the hell happened with you and Parson? How did you go from being the best friends junior hockey had ever seen to practically hating each other’s guts?” The roof fell silent, save for the crackling of their little fire, and Lardo leveled Holster with the most soul-withering glare in her arsenal.

“Or your dare is that you have to do a fancy lift with Bitty,” he added belatedly, shrinking under the force of Lardo’s glare. Jack stood up, his muscles tensed like he was a second away from running for it.

“Dare it is, then,” Jack said, stretching out a hand to pull Bitty up. Bitty took it, feeling a blush start to color his cheeks once more. His silly crush on Jack had been growing more and more ever since he realized how he felt that day they were baking together and this kind of thing definitely wasn’t helping him get over it.

“Jack, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do, Bittle. It’s do the dare or answer the question,” Jack replied, gruffly. They moved a few steps away from the circle they’d been sitting in, that way if one of them fell, there would at least be no chance of falling in the fire.

“Euh, I don’t actually know how to do this,” Jack quietly admitted, once they were out of earshot. Bitty was surprised to see a pink tinge coloring his cheeks. Jack Zimmermann, blushing! Bestill his little gay heart.

“Lucky for you, I spent the majority of my formative years in a figure skating rink. I may have picked up a trick or two,” he drawled, letting his accent come out a bit thicker than he normally did outside of Georgia. Surprisingly, Jack’s cheeks flushed darker in response to what his Moomaw referred to as ‘laying on the Southern charm.’

“Holster’s still trying to make a play out of those jumps you can do.”

“Well, those jumps aren’t going to help us with a lift,” Bitty laughed. “Here’s what you need to do.”

Bitty ended up teaching him a fairly simple lift, Jack’s big hands firm on his waist, holding him high enough so that Bitty could place his hands on Jack’s shoulder for additional support. The firelight illuminated Jack’s face in a soft glow, and there was something in his baby blue eyes that Bitty didn’t quite recognize.

Jack could feel something in his heart shift as he stared up at Bitty in the low light, absolutely shimmering against a blanket of a thousand stars, somehow shining brighter than every star in the sky. He filed that feeling away, he’d deal with whatever it was another day.

#Anon #alison answers things #zimbits #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #check please #my writing #yes i wrote this because the idea of jack starting to realize he has a thing for bitty and immediately going nah ill deal with that later #is literally so funny to me #add that to a beautiful starlit night and a romantic bonfire?#bestill my beating heart #i hope you like it!

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problematicfavesareproblematic · 4 years

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On Days Like This (Part 2)

Carwood Lipton x Reader

Hello my lovelies,

TRIGGER WARNING: “you” are asked if you’ve been sexually assaulted while in captivity. “You” aren’t/have not been and “you” answer No. I’ll strike the line out just to be safe

It had been thirteen days since you were taken by a German scout on horseback, your rehearsed tearful plea for mercy having managed to convince him not to shoot you on the spot.

You hadn’t managed to get him to let you go, however.

Playing to his CO’s sense of honor, you’d strung together a story of being pursued by several drunk and aggressive US soldiers, how you’d run into the woods because you knew the SS had a base camp there and you knew they’d protect you from such savagery.

That had also worked, and you were reassured that no harm would come to you in their company.

You only wish they’d been more specific about their parameters around the word ‘harm’.

When you’d proved less than keen at the prospect of remaining in their encampment, the SS Officer who you’d been brought to had made it clear that it wasn’t safe for you to go back through the forest, that you were to stay with them until the American Pig hunt was concluded.

It was then that you made your first escape attempt. It had ended with the butt of a rifle to the temple and a three-day headache.

By day four your dogtags had fallen out of your pocket, and their treatment became less hospitable.

They’d interrogated you. They’d deprived you of sleep and food. They’d put you in a scavenged summer dress so you’d have no chance of surviving the elements, should you manage to escape again.

But you were pretty quick witted, and again you thanked your rough childhood for teaching you how to improvise when backed into a corner.

You were a good liar, had become an even better liar since Georgia, and by some miracle had managed to convince your captors that the false information you offered was genuine.

But the lies were getting harder to keep up.

Your second escape attempt was on day ten, and that time you’d actually managed to hook up with I Company scouts for long enough to tell them all you could about the troop you were with- how many there were and where they were located.

You’d barely had a chance to give your dog tag to one of I Company’s scouts before the sound of horse hooves alerted you that your captors had finally caught up to you.

The paratroopers had just managed to camouflage themselves by the time the Nazi CO arrived, hitting you across the face and calling you a stupid girl with a deathwish. Maybe they were right. Maybe Carwood had been right, too.

They planned on killing you tonight.

They hadn’t been subtle about their plan, openly discussing in front of you which of them would have the unpleasant task of disposing of your corpse.

One of the more sadistic officers had even turned to shoot you a wink after he discussed potentially setting you up like a scarecrow for your American friends to find

Even if the tentitive plan of escape you had made with I company failed, you knew you were going to have to make a break for it anyway.

I Company had told you to look to the west for three flashes of a mirror around noon.

That was the signal that she needed to get the hell out of there because Easy would be attacking them from the east- there’d only be a few moments of frantic chaos before people would notice you’d slipped away again.

And hopefully by that time, the firefight will have already begun and your captors will be too busy dying to entrap you again.

11:59am.

You’d sat yourself in the chair closest to the window each day since formulating the plan with I Company, so neither of the officers assigned to watch you were concerned by your fixed gaze on the trees.

“Have either of you been to Foy before?” you ask in German, trying to keep your tone conversational and light. “Like, before all of this?”

One of them, Willem you think his name is, eventually takes the bait.

“Once,” he sighs, a bored look on his face. “As a boy.”

“Was it as beautiful as I think it was?”

He raises an eyebrow in your direction and scoffs. “Compared to the shithole country you’re from, I’m sure everything here seems beautiful.”

You’re about to respond when you catch a faint blinking glimmer coming through the trees, throat getting tight and stealing your breath.

Luckily, your captor just assumes he’s hurt your feelings, and goes back to smoking his cigarette in bored silence.

“I’m sure the Grand Canyon must be beautiful, though?” Willem muses, nodding to his comrade. “Didn’t you say you’ve been to the Grand Canyon—”

“No,” the other man grumbles. “Yellowstone. And it’s beautiful if you like the smell of rotten eggs and horse shit—”

An explosion sounds from the east, and immediately Willem and his friend race to the opposite door to look outside.

There wasn’t a moment to lose.

You all but throw yourself out the window, landing gracelessly on your feet and hands and running as fast as you could towards the woods, eyes locked straight ahead lest something catch your eye and slow you down.

Shit shit shit shit shit!!!

With terrifying whizzing sounds, you felt two shots graze your right bicep in a fiery streak, your lungs searing as you pumped your arms as hard as you could in a vain attempt to go faster.

You see dirt kick up from the ground by your feet as you break the treeline, bullets thunking into the trees around you as you dodged tree limbs and roots.

“Flash!” you shriek, seeing the red piece of fabric the I company scout had told you to look for. “Fucking FLASH, GODDAMNIT! FLASH FLASH FLASh—!”

“THUNDER!”

Dozens of men seem to materialize out of the woods, surging past you at full speed as they breach the perimeter you’d just crossed.

You feel hands clapping you on the shoulder and pushing you back in the direction they’d come from, shouts of FRIENDLY! INCOMING! preceding your arrival.

When you see one of the medics you give a shout, bounding over to him and launching yourself into the jeep he’s waiting in.

“Fuckareyouhit?” the blond man asks, peeling out and speeding away. “You’rebleeding!”

The air around the two of you seems to scream with gunfire, and you have to shout at the top of your lungs just to be heard.

“Not badly! Keep going!”

Your heart is racing in your throat as you turn to look behind you, fire lighting up the trees as you get further and further from the frontlines.

You’re shaking with adrenaline, feeling too big for your body and wanting to tear at your skin.”Shit.”

“Almost there.” the man says, looking at her quickly as they finally got onto an actually paved road. “Gees, thought you were a ghost- running out in white and blood like that. Goddamnit, goddamnit….”.

The moment the car was in park you leaned out the side and threw up, tumbling over the door and narrowly avoiding falling in your own sick.

“‘M fine, I’m okay.” you pant at the medic who rushes over and starts yelling at you in German.

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” you snap back at the woman in english, not wanting to hear anymore German that day if you could swing it. “Fucking rude…!”

You let her and the man who drove you there rush you into one of the abandoned homes, into a bedroom where several other nurses rush up and begin to strip you of your clothes.

“I should get back…” the man calls from somewhere behind you, and you manage to wave your hand in his general direction.

“Of course! Thank you—OW.”

You glare at the older woman pulling at the skin around a cut on your shoulder. “I can still feel that, madam!”

With a look that lets you know she’s had it up to her neck in difficult patients that day, she points back on the bed.

“Good, you’re faring better than most then. Now lie down before I make you.”

You narrow your eyes but obey, keeping your mouth shut.

The woman turns and takes a syringe from one of the younger apprentices. “Did they rape you, young lady?”

You feel sick at the question, and you’re shaking your head no before she’s finished asking the question.

“Good.” she hums, putting the needle into your arm with practiced ease. “Maybe not all men are monsters, after all.”

You think of your company, your boys. Your brothers. You think of Carwood.

Carwood, who you’d been so mad at that you hadn’t even said goodbye before going on the fool's errand that was looking for Dike. Carwood, the only person to ever leave you speechless with just a smile.

He’s out there. He’s out there and I’m not. He probably even doesn’t know that, though.

“I need to be awake,” you insist far too late, your tongue feeling thick and heavy in your mouth from whatever she’d jabbed you with as your boots are being pulled off by another nurse. “I need to see... Easy Company whenever they—”

“Miss, you’ve been shot at least three times. If you want to even live long enough to wake up, you need to stop fighting me and let me help you.”

Oh, you think sleepily. I didn’t even think I’d been hit...

With a slow nod you let out a deep breath, one that sounds like a sob and a whimper.

“Thank you.” the woman says from somewhere near your head. She makes a whistling sound and begins to give instructions in German “Veronique, we’re going to need about three more rolls of linen and one more needle…”

Your vision goes white, and with Carwood’s face in your mind you let the nurses try and save your life.

(*Hits post button and promptly throws laptop across room* ok thnx for reading bye guys)

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #it's vv bad but I'll just add it to the pile of already burning garbage pile that is my bibliography #maybe i'll actually write part 3 today idk #carwood lipton x reader

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December 2009

Alex climbs off the bus and sets foot on Roswell blacktop for the first time in over a year. There’s no one at the station waiting for him. He knew there wouldn’t be. So, he slings his duffel bag over his shoulder and starts walking.

As the sun beats across his neck and shoulders, he thinks back to the last time he was here – home. He’d crawled back to Michael. A half-broken thing.

‘Was it bad?’ Michael asks. He knows the answer already.

Alex just shrugs and hugs his knees into his chest. ‘It’s over now.’

A plane flies overhead and Alex shudders. It never used to be like that before. But war has reshaped everything.

Cars zip past him. Exhaust fumes soaking into his fatigues. Occasionally, there’s a honk, a wave, a thank you for your service. He imagines shooting their tires out.

Alex doesn’t know what to do with all this anger. But it lives inside him now, coiled up and waiting to be fed.

‘I missed you.’ He whispers the words into Alex’s hair.

Alex shifts against him. Looking up. ‘Is your hand better?’

His jaw clenches as the memory plays on loop. He’s determined to keep his head down while on leave. To go unnoticed. To disappear. Especially where Michael Guerin is concerned. And his father.

Alex crosses the road and weaves through the park. Kids are laughing. Mothers are shouting. Bees buzz past him.

It all feels so surreal.

He thinks of the little boy in Baghdad. With the shiny, chocolate eyes. The one who will never laugh again. The one whose mother will never stop wailing.

Back on the sidewalk, he heads east towards the cleanest motel in town. No one will know him there. He hardly recognizes himself when he looks in the mirror.

Alex’s eyes dart over his shoulder at a familiar sound. His heart sinks into his stomach and he takes a sharp right turn, pulling his hat down low over his eyes. But it’s too late. The Chevy is already parking.

He speeds up. Thinks about ducking inside the library, hiding in the stacks. But Michael must sense his desperation, his desire for escape – the telltale tug of his telekinesis already pulling at his duffel bag.

They lie together for a long time. Holding on for dear life. Michael is just about asleep when Alex climbs on top of him. ‘Show me how much you missed me.’ His hands are clasped in Michael’s dirty t-shirt. ‘Please.’

Michael is jogging up behind him now. ‘I was going to pick you up. At the bus station.’

Alex’s throat is dry. He tongues at the roof of his mouth trying to wet his words. ‘What?’

‘I just…I wanted to be there. Give you a ride.’

Alex hates the hope in Michael’s eyes. ‘The motel’s not far.’ He stumbles in his haste to turn around and flee. Michael’s hand catches him.

‘That place is a dump, Alex.’ The sound of his name on Michael’s lips sends him reeling, the midday sun still so fucking hot. He’s starting to sweat excessively, his undershirt sticking uncomfortably to his back. And if he doesn’t get rid of Michael soon, he’s going to keep repeating the same mistakes.

At that one simple touch, something in Alex comes undone. He collapses against Michael’s chest, body racked with sobs. Michael holds him until he falls asleep, until the sun comes up, until he has to leave again.

‘I gotta go.’ He’s half-running now. The weight of the duffle bag keeping him off balance. He considers ditching it – there’s nothing inside that matters. Alex no longer owns anything that matters.

Michael keeps up with him easily. Arm around his bicep. Refusing to lose contact. ‘Wait, Alex. Please.’

And then tears burn his eyes, mingling with his sweat. ‘I’ll only be here two months. Two months and then I’m gone again. I’ve been stationed in Georgia.’

The distance between them expands. That connection between them starts to unravel. A sharp hurt presses at their chests. ‘Georgia’s not so far. There’s no oceans.’

Alex can’t believe Michael is smiling. It makes him angry. ‘You’ve never even left Roswell.’ Somewhere in the back of his mind or in his heart, Alex knows Michael wants him to ask. Come with me. Come with me. Come with me.

He’s never going to ask. Because that kind of love and the first time Alex is called back to war he’ll go AWOL. Dishonorable discharge. And he won’t be able to outrun his father’s wrath. Or worse, Jesse will go after Michael.

‘Goodbye, Michael.’ It’s what he should have said last year, when he’d shown up at the UFO Emporium. What he should have said when he enlisted, when he got back from basic, when he left for war.

‘No.’ Michael spins him around and pushes him against a tree. Staying him with a hand held firmly to his chest. ‘Come home with me. We have two whole months. We’ll figure something out.’

‘No.’ Alex shrugs Michael off and looks around nervously. ‘Stop touching me in public. I’m in uniform.’

They walk to the motel. Three blocks. Alex leading; Michael following. Neither saying a word. While Alex checks in Michael waits anxiously outside the office, refusing to let Alex out of his sight.

At his room, Alex unlocks his door and drops his bag on the floor. He feels Michael behind him, so close he can feel the heat radiating off his body. Hears the door slam shut. The lock clicking into place. And in one swift, practiced movement Michael has Alex tucked beneath him on the bed, their mouths pushing together as buttons are unbuttoned and zippers unzipped.

And so, it begins. They spend one night at the motel and sixty nights in Michael’s bed. Never mentioning Georgia again. And on that sixtieth night, Alex watches Michael sleep as the seconds tick by, sneaking out before the dawn.

#malex #malex fic #angst #the lost decade angst

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musingsofanunorgainizedmind · 3 years

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Top 10 Things I Love About Supernatural

It’s been almost half a year since the show ended and now that the dust has settlIed, I just want to list ten reasons I love this show. Despite it’s flaws, it’s been quite the ride.

1. Team Free Will

When I first got the idea to make this list, I originally planned on doing entirely separate entries for “Sam & Dean” and “Destiel”. Except then I wanted to pay tribute to “Sastiel”. And then I wanted to do an entry for “Team Free Dads”. By that point, I was already halfway through the list and I hadn’t even moved on from the main characters. A few months ago, I made a post about why I love every single pairing in this group. Obviously, Sam and Dean are a legendary duo. Obviously, Dean and Cas have an unparalleled story. Obviously, Sam and Cas are an underrated team. As for Team Free Dads, I’ve always had a soft spot for father/mentor figure characters and and all three tackle the role in different ways. I love Jack, too. I love how everyone in this bizarro family is “broken” in some way. We’ve got the Allistair’s prized pupil, the spawn of satan, the boy with demon blood, and the angel who nearly obliterated all of heaven. But they help each other heal by being supportive and seeing the good in each other. They all love each other so deeply and when together, nothing can stand in their way. Not Michael, not Lucifer, and not God himself. They tore up the book and wrote their own story. And it was a pleasure to watch it all unfold.

2. The Suppporting Characters

To list every single supporting character I have loved and lost in this show would take way too long. I don’t know if it’s the writing or acting performances, but I love pretty much every single supporting character on this show. Even villains like Azazel or Allistair are top-notch villains. Hell, I even like characters like Metatron, Lucifer, Mary, and John! Characters like Rufus, Charlie, Crowley, Rowena, Kevin, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Gabriel, Balthazar, Mick...how am I not supposed to love them??? All of their stories were cut so short. I’d watch a show about any of these characters. The Wayward Sisters were robbed. So many ships were gone too soon (Sam/Rowena, Dean/Jo, Cas/Meg, Etc.). So many heartbreaking deaths. I want to be best friends with all these characters. Why be a “dean-girl” or a “sam-girl” when you can be a garth-girl? A kevin-girl? A claire-girl? A bela-girl? There are so many great characters with interesting and compelling backstories and so much untapped potential. I could go on forever on this, but I digress.This show has one of the best supporting casts I have ever had the pleasure of watching.

3. The Themes

It’s no accident that I got addicted to this show at the time that I did. Namely, my Senior Year of College and 2020. Graduating college and entering the “real world” felt like it’s own sort of apocalypse. 2020 definitely exacerbated my worst tendencies. Messages like “family don’t end in blood”, “you can write your own story”, and “always keep fighting” really resonated with me. I could definitely relate to the feelings of insecurity these character’s felt and the ways they suppressed/repressed their issues instead of facing them. I could relate to the feelings of not fitting in and I could definitely relate to the loneliness. This show helped remind me that I’m not alone. That it’s okay if my values and identity don’t line up with the what I envisioned for myself. And, most importantly, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that I should never give up. If Dean, Sam, and Cas can keep moving forward despite their demons and despite how bad it gets, so can I. Regardless of how the story ended, these themes resonated with me and I’ll still hold them with me. A single episode can’t take that away.

4. The Fun Episodes

This show has so many legendary standalone episodes. Changing Channels. Ghostfacers. The French Mistake. Fan Fiction. Tall Tales. Bad Day at Black Rock. When this show goes for the absurd, it goes all-in. It takes the risks it needs to take, it gets completely insane, and it pulls it off. So many of these episodes could have easily been the moment that the show “jumped the shark”. Yet, time after time, the show delivered on it’s potential. I don’t know how much I can say about these episodes except that they made me laugh out loud, made me fall even harder for these characters, and that they’re the episodes I remember best. If I were to rewatch any episode, it would be one of the fun ones. This show knew how to not take itself too seriously and how to poke fun at itself. I’ve always had a soft spot for shows that can make me laugh and cry (X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Doctor Who, etc.), and this show definitely nails the fun part.

5. The Sad Episodes

Death’s Door. Hammer of the Gods. Despair. Carry On. Abandon All Hope. In My Time of Dying. Swan Song. When this show wants you to cry, it doesn’t pull the punches. It gets downright devastating. No character is safe. Literally every character you love will either be forgotten or will die. Or both. The amount of trauma Sam and Dean have to go through is insane. Both have literally been to hell and back. Both have killed countless people, including innocents. When this show decides it wants to wreck you, it’s overwhelming. I sobbed when Bobby died. I sobbed when every single member of Team Free Will died for the final time (I still can’t watch any of those scenes). I still wish Jo, Ellen, Charlie, Kevin, Mick, and Gabriel had been given more time to tell their stories. Being a hunter means a life of endless angst. Being an angel or demon doesn’t get you off the hook, either. I remember going into this show thinking it couldn’t hurt me. My favorite character type is “mentor/father figure”. But holy hell...I don’t think every single sad moment was necessarily good writing, but when it was? Damn.

6. The Biblical Themes

I’m not a relgious person. But, despite this show being steeped in Christian mythology, it really touched on my feelings about the Old Testament in a profound way. Well, really just Ben Edlund and Robbie Thompson did. I’ve never seen a show really hit the overall feel of the bible the way this show does. The idea of Angels as mystical and terrifying creatures. The idea of God as a flawed father figure with a penchant for wrath. The sheer epicness of the biblical stories. The idea of family members constantly being turned on each other. Cain and Abel. Jacob and Essau. Moses and Ramses. Moses and Aaron. Abraham and Isaac. The bible is full of stories of family drama. This show doesn’t always give angels and demons weight. Sometimes it’s silly and stupid and cheesy. But when it hits right? It’s epic. This is more of a personal thing I love about the show, but definitely a plus!

7. The Music

The early seasons music is so good. I really miss the classic rock of the golden era of the show. I mean, there are still some great musical moments later on, but damn. I loved hearing songs I recognized and I loved learning new songs. I loved when the song and the scene hit perfectly in time (Death’s intro. Cas’s return in Season 13.). Also Supernatural wouldn’t be Supernatural without the ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’ song at the end of every season. Even at the end of a season I didn’t love, that recap would always get me pumped. Also Chuck singing Fare Thee Well? Dean and Lee singing together? Fan Fiction? All great.

8. The Cast & Crew

I never care about the actors or actresses in a show. I definitely don’t bother with the names of specific writers and directors or their styles of writing/directing. They’re just random people who happen to write for or play these characters I love. They’re not actually the characters. But these guys? Well, for one, I’m pretty sure half this cast actually is their character. At least to some degree. They’re also just...really cool people? Who are all friends? They make a point to do community service, to interact with fans, and to promote positive ideas. Jared’s Always Keep Fighting campaign. Misha and GISH. The fact that they all participate in fundraising opportunities and encourage fan engagement. Do they all have issues? Definitely. Have they said stupid things? Yes. But the good far outweighs the bad. They’re an entertaining bunch whether onscreen or not and I hope they all do well in whatever their future endeavors may be.

9. The Fandom

I joined this fandom late. To be honest, I thought this fandom was obnoxious before I found myself a part of it. Now that I’ve been in the trenches? It’s got it’s ups and downs like any fandom. There are some parts that are more toxic than others. A lot of people yelling that their opinion is the only opinion. But overall? The good outweighs the bad. And the good? The good is great. Some fanfictions I’ve read are better than actual books I’ve read and just as moving. The fanart? Incredible. I love reading all the metas about random aspects of the show I never would have noticed. I love the music videos and I love the analytical videos. In real life, I’ve made many friends through our mutual love of this show. Hell, even getting sucked into GISH once or twice has given me some solid memories and brought me closer to friends. I wish all fandoms were this much like family. I’m so glad I got to be a part of this fandom and I can’t wait to continue being a fan. After all, nothing ever stays dead in Supernatural.

10. The Chaos & Insanity

Season 16 has been a time. First, Destiel went canon. Then suddenly Sherlock was having a 5th season, Putin was retiring, and Georgia was going blue. Destiel going “canon” and Joe Biden winning the presidency will always be correlated in my mind now. Things in the fandom went from quiet to blaringly loud real fast. Carry On happened. The fandom went into a civil war. I can’t even remember half of what happened in Season 16, but it’s been a wild ride. There’s been ups (my personal favorite being the french dub and the Saileen wedding). There’s been downs (Jared’s controversial statements and the original scripts being leaked). At one point Misha Collins had sex with Bill Clinton???? It’s been a wild time. It’s honestly gotten me through the end of this pandemic. At least it’s entertaining. I would say that at least all the craziness is over, but is it ever really over? Every time I say that something else completely insane happens. But it’s been fun. I’m glad I started watching this show despite my reservations and here’s to whatever happens next.

#team free will #team free will 2.0 #castiel #jack kline #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #destiel #wayward sisters #supernatural #spn #misha collins #jared padalecki #jensen ackles

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demigodreading · 3 years

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Family Cuddles: Ella Alina Series

ROLLINS WEEK

Day 4: Cuddles

Characters: Amanda Rollins, Olivia Benson, Noah Porter Benson, Ella Alina Benson. Mention of Jesse Rollins

Relationship: Amanda Rollins / Olivia Benson. Olivia Benson/ Original Female Character

Warnings: Mention of Cheatin. Fluff

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Amanda was laying in bed a book in her hands as Olivia finished tucking Noah into bed. Jesse had already been sleeping for two hours by the time Noah finally ran out his zoomies. Amanda lazily ran her fingers over her growing baby bump. Olivia had been hesitant about having another baby. Ella was in her second year of college, Noah was just about to start kindergarten, and Jesse was barely two years old. Olivia had just been promoted to sergeant but Amanda had smooth-talked her into having just one more hoping that she would have another boy to play with Noah. However, last week the OBGYN had confirmed that they were having another girl. Ella had been ecstatic about the news but Noah had groaned saying that it wasn’t fair he was the only boy. Both Amanda and Olivia had laughed as Ella followed Noah to his room after a storm out.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” Olivia asked as she stood leaning against the doorway to their bedroom.

“I’m hopin this little one doesn’t make me as sick as Jesse did.”

Olivia crawled in the bed next to Amanda placing a hand on her stomach, “You hear that Amanda Jr? You better not make your Mom sick… cause Momma has cleaned up enough puke to fill up a lifetime.”

Amanda laughed, “You did not just say that Liv. Amanda Jr?”

“I don’t hear you making up any better names,” Olivia shrugged.

As they began to discuss baby names there was a small knock on the door. Olivia immediately sat up in bed thinking that Noah had wandered from his room. However, it was a much older voice that called out to them.

“Momma, Mom. It’s Ella. Can I come in?” Her voice sounded shaky.

“Of course baby girl,” Olivia said as Amanda laid down her book.

Ella was supposed to be away at Columbia University getting her bachelor’s in Criminal Justice. She was staying on campus to cut down on commute times but spent pretty much every weekend at home but never on a Wednesday night. Especially when she had an early morning class on Thursday. However, there was their nineteen-year-old daughter leaning against their bedroom doorframe. One of Olivia’s old cardigans she had stolen from her closet was pulled tightly around her. A pair of Amanda’s grey sweatpants from her Georgia college hung loosely around her hips. Her eyes were red and tears were still rolling down her face.

“Oh sweet pea, what’s wrong?” Amanda asked.

“Mel.. Mel was cheating one me,” Ella sobbed, “I caught her in the act.”

“Come here baby,” Olivia said opening up her arms.

Ella ran into them burying her head into Olivia’s chest. Olivia pulled her close rocking her gently back and forth. Amanda pulled the blanket around Ella scooting close to her. She rubbed gentle circles on Ella’s back. Olivia whispered I love you. You are okay. You are safe. Momma loves you. They stayed tangled together until the small patter of feet reached their ears. All three of them looked towards the door where Noah was standing holding his elephant. When you locked eyes with Ella he let out a tiny scream.

“Sissy!”

“Shh!” Amanda warned, “Jesse is sleeping. Come climb up here to see Sissy.”

Noah nodded running towards Amanda’s side of the bed. Amanda reached down lifting Noah onto the bed. Ella moved to lay next to Olivia moving just enough where Noah could give her a hug. She kissed Noah gently on top of the head.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping lil guy?” Ella asked him.

“I heard you talking. I was scare you were sad,” Noah said holding his elephant close to his chest.

More tears fell down Ella’s face, “It’s okay lil man. I’ll be okay.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Ella whispered giving Noah another hug.

“She’s gonna sleep in bed with Mom and I. Do you want to stay with us?” Olivia asked running her fingers through Ella’s hair.

Noah nodded quickly crawling under the covers. Ella kept her head on Olivia’s chest but gave one of her hands to Noah. He wrapped his tiny fingers through her hand putting his Elephant between them. He laid his head on Amanda who gave him a small kiss on the forehead. Soon both of the kids were fast asleep snoring every once in awhile.

Olivia looked over at Amanda and whispered, “You doing okay my love? Have room on the bed?”

“Yes,” Amanda laughed, “I’m glad that we decided to get the king-size mattress. Just imagine when all four of them want to crawl in bed with us.”

Olivia shook her head thinking of that image, “They are just going to hog the bed and we will be out sleeping on the couch.”

“I love you, Olivia Benson. Thank you for creating this crazy family with me,” Amanda said sending an air kiss to Olivia.

Olivia caught the kiss pretending to put it in her pocket, “I love you too Amanda Benson-Rollins. Thank you for giving me the family that I always dreamed of.”

Amanda smiled and then curled closer to Noah. Olivia flicked off the light wrapping her arm around Ella. She fell asleep almost immediately laying her head on top of Ella’s. Amanda looked at the scene for another moment before she turned off her own light. When she was back in Georgia she never imagined her life to be like this. A beautiful wife where she found something new to love every day. A brilliant eldest daughter who wanted to follow in her moms’ footsteps. An energetic boy who always kept her on her toes. A mini Amanda running around already causing trouble at just two years old. Plus another one on the way. Amanda’s heart filled with joy as she gave Noah one final kiss on the forehead. Family. This is what life was all about.

#Rollins Week #family cuddles #ella alina benson #olivia benson #amanda rollins #baby benson #noah porter benson #jesse rollins #fluff #cuddles #i wish this was my family tbh

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A Thoroughly Modern Mystery, by @harrypotterhogwartsshitpost

Overview: A modern day twist on a hogwarts mystery story.

Episode Twelve: Curse

It’s a hot summer night in a small town in muggle Georgia. A girl, around twelve, sits in her bed, clutching her pillow in tears. Panic! at the Disco plays on a cheap speaker. She screams along and the tears begin to flow harder. She holds her pillow as tight as possible, shaking. She wants to go back but she can’t. She finally got a taste of a better life, and she can’t go back to it.

Not that her life right now is all that bad. She stays in a decent house, she has her own bedroom, plenty of food. Her uncle loves her very much and tries his best to take care of her. But there’s something- someone missing. Someone that all the money in the world (which she pretty much has) can’t replace. A constant empty feeling inside of her.

“Hey Victoria, I got some letters from your magic school.” A man opens the door, sitting the letters on the edge of the bed and leaving. He doesn’t have the means to get involved right now. He knows it’s best to give her her time.

She goes to open the letters. There’s two. The first one reads

“Wotcher Vic! I hope you’re having a good summer in America. I asked my mother what it’s like there, but she didn’t answer… I think mum said I’m supposed to go to the burrow for a few days soon. I spend a lot of time there. I’m sure you can come too if you have the time! The Weasley’s love company! … I think… Hope you write back soon, Tonks.”

She smiles a little at the letter, folding it back up and sliding it into its envelope before opening the second letter.

“Hey Victoria! How’s your summer? I told my father you live with muggles and he has like a thousand questions. He loves muggle things, he even keeps an old muggle car behind the house. Mum isn’t a fan, but I don’t think he’s gonna get rid of it. Tonks is supposed to stay for a few days soon, she does that every once in a while. I’m sure you could come too if you have time... Mum loves having company! Oh! And Bill says “Hi” as well! Write back soon! Charlie!”

She smiles again, Charlie’s letter even has a little heart at the end. She puts the letter back in the envelope. Those are her best friends at Hogwarts. She met them while waiting for the sorting ceremony, and they've been practically inseparable since. She tries to get up to write them back, to tell them she was super excited to receive their letters but cheer tryouts are next week so she can’t visit, but she doesn’t have the energy, instead she finds herself laying on her listening to My Chemical Romance.

“Vic! Vic! Victoria!!”

Victoria jumps a little, and she’s back in her dorm room, alone, under the black lake. She’s clutching her pillow and tears are streaming down her face. Blink-182 plays in the background

Charlie walks in, sitting down on the end of the bed.

Charlie: Are you okay? Bill says you never showed up to investigate the curse with Rakepick. He’s worried sick.

Victoria can’t give him an answer, instead she just keeps crying. Her eyelids start to feel heavy as hot tears fall down her cheeks, blurring the picture of Charlie sitting in front of her.

Charlie: It's okay Victoria.

Charlie tries to comfort her.

Charlie: Deep breaths, okay? Deep breaths. What’s wrong?

Victoria takes a few deep breaths. She feels her lip quiver as she tries to hold back the tears. After a few more breaths she’s able to force out a few barely audible words.

Victoria: I- I- I could- I- I- couldn’t- couldn’t go.

She immediately starts sobbing again as her head fills with thoughts.

Charlie: Why?

Victoria: J-J- Ja- J- Jacob.

Charlie: Wh-

Her voice is shaky. Sniffles and unsuccessfully held back sobs interrupt her sentences.

Victoria: J-J-Jacob fell victim to- to- to- to a- a- a- a curse, th- th- tha- th-that’s how he disa- disappeared, I know- I know he did.

Charlie: No one’s seen or heard from Jacob in year’s, how could he?

She sniffles big, attempting to stop snot from dripping out of her nose.

Victoria: He-he told me. He speaks- he speaks to- to- to me in my head- in my head sometimes.

Victoria: He’s in th-th-the portrait vault. I could- I- I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go- go- g- go look at someone else’s sibling, tr- tra- tr- trapped li- like Jacob.

Charlie: That’s understandable Victoria.

Charlie reaches and wipes Victoria’s tears with this sleeve.

Charlie: It’s completely understandable.

Victoria: I’m the- I’m the curse.

Charlie: What?

Victoria: I’m the curse. I’m the- the reason people got frozen, sleepwalked into the- the forest, got sucked into a- a- a- portrait. my own friends, and- and- and their sib- siblings.

Victoria: Ben was- was stuck in cursed i- ice all year... Bill got frozen to, but I happened to be there to finish off the-the-the vault and- and unfreeze him. Tu- Tu- Tulip sleepwalked into the forest, now Be- Bea- Be- Beatrice, P-P- Penny’s sister is in a portrait. It sucks knowing Jacob is- is like that, but for Penny to-to- to be here- to be here when it happened, to get to wi- witness it, I can’t imagine...

Her tears start to flow harder, her words become practically inaudible.

Victoria: May-may- maybe everyone wa- w- wa-was right my first year... I should- shou- sh- shouldn’t be allowed at- at- at- at Hogwarts...

Charlie: Victoria, that’s not true and you know it...Jacob got into some dangerous business while he was at Hogwarts, and that’s not your fault. All you’re doing is correcting the wrong he did. Now, what’s going on with all this? Are you going to be okay?

Victoria: Remember right after our- our first year ended, you sent me a- a letter.

Charlie: Yeah...

Victoria: Tonks sent a- a letter too, they arrived at the- at the same time. I was reliving that day. This- this playlist was playing, I was clutching my- my pillow crying like that.

Victoria: I’m sorry I never responded to- to your letter Charlie. I wanted to. I really did, I promise, but I never found the- the energy to leave my bed and write one- write one back. I was so upset the school year was- the school year was over, all my friends were- we- were gone. I missed my dorm, my classes, my- my friends, Jacob...

Charlie: It’s okay Victoria, that was years ago, it doesn’t matter anymore, what matters is you’ve grown since then, and things have gotten better. Now come here.

Victoria sits up and hugs Charlie.

Charlie stands up and picks up Victoria.

Victoria: Damn, you can- you can carry me?

Charlie: I don’t know what you think I do in my free time.

Victoria: Wh- where are we going?

Charlie: You’ll see.

Before she knows it she's Charlie’s dorm. Bill is sitting on Charlie’s bed, he looks really worried. Charlie sits Victoria down next to him.

Bill: Victoria! Are you okay!

She’s still crying, but it’s a softer, quieter cry now.

Victoria: I-I- guess.

Charlie: I figured it’d be good for her to be somewhere where she can get some real light, instead of being stuck in the dungeon under the lake. She can sleep in my bed tonight.

Victoria looks up at Charlie

Victoria: I love you.

Charlie: I love you too Victoria.

Bill: Are you okay Victoria? Why didn’t you show up to investigate the curse?

Victoria: Can we talk about this later? I’m exhausted and I just want to sleep.

Bill: Yes, of course.

Victoria holds onto Bill tight, wrapping her arms and legs around him, nuzzling her head into the crick of his neck. The feeling of being so close to him instantly makes everything seem a little better. She feels safe enough to let out the rest of her tears out onto his old t-shirt, while he rubs her back gently.

Victoria: I love you Bill.

Bill: I love you too.

She stays in his arms for a while, not talking, just enjoying his embrace as he plays with her hair. Eventually she begins to yawn.

Bill: You sleepy?

Victoria yawns again

Victoria: No.

Bill smiles.

Bill: I’ve already learned what that really means.

He sits her down in front of him and starts to get up.

Bill: Good night Victoria. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Victoria’s voice is sleepy.

Victoria: Goodnight.

Charlie: It is getting near bedtime.

Victoria moves over, giving Charlie room to join her

Victoria: Can we cuddle-

Charlie: You don’t even need to ask.

Victoria rolls over, wrapping her arms and legs around Charlie, spooning him.

Victoria kisses his ear softly and begins to play with his hair.

Charlie rolls over, facing her. He kisses her slowly, pulling her in closer. Victoria feels unexplainably safe in his arms.

Charlie: Are you feeling better?

Victoria: Yeah.

Charlie: Is everything going to be okay?

Victoria: I think so?

Charlie: You sure? I know how it gets sometimes.

Victoria: Yeah. Yeah it is. It’s already starting to pass. The um- the emptiness, the sadness- the self loathing and self doubt, all of the ‘what ifs’, they’re passing.

Charlie: That’s good. And if there’s ever anything I can do, please just tell me.

Victoria smiles a little. Charlie smiles back at her. After a moment they kiss, softly.

Victoria: Do you think Percy knows?

Charlie: Hmmm?

Victoria: That we smoke weed? I mean maybe he knows more than we think? He knew about me and Bill, and he did call you a ‘drug-addict’ the other day.

Charlie: I’m not sure what that really has to do with anything right now, but absolutely not. He’s the least chill person ever. He would have definitely told mum and probably the authorities. He was just talking about my mood stabilizers, ya know, that keep me sane.

Victoria: I was just thinking about it and some of the other things he said while I was kinda zoned out. But yeah, Percy’s kinda an ass.

Charlie: You’re right, he is an ass, and so is his rat.

Victoria: I just can’t believe he’s so mean to you.

Charlie: It is what it is. I try not to let it bother me too much.

Victoria: Good, you shouldn’t. You’re perfect, no matter what Percy and his rat say.

Charlie rolls his eyes and laughs a little.

Charlie: Yeah yeah yeah...

There’s a beat before they kiss again, and again, and again…

Victoria pulls back.

Victoria: You’re the best best friend.

Charlie smiles.

Charlie: Yeah...

He kisses her again.

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