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13-reasons-ideas · 3 years

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Can’t Go Back Part 17

A/N: This chapter is pretty fluffy. We get a glimpse at how they are moving forward in their relationship since their fight. I’m planning on uploading a part from Monty’s perspective about what he’s doing Friday after school tomorrow or sometime this weekend. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is appreciated as always and much love. -Em

I spent the next week actively not checking my emails. I was too afraid to even consider if I would get emails about schools yet. It had only been a week. But you never know. In an attempt to keep my mind off of the fact that my entire future was now completely and totally out of my control, I tried to fill my time with normalcy. Things I normally did. Things that Monty and I normally did. That normalcy now included carving out an hour and a half for Monty’s physio three days a week, but we made it work.

I tried to get back into my routine. For the most part, I went to bed at the same time every night. Some days Monty went with me, other days he stayed up and did stuff for a while. But he came to bed every night. I went to the game Friday night. Scott and Charlie came over for brunch on Saturday. Justin came over to see his new best friend, I mean me, on Sunday because he picked up a shift Saturday morning. Monty and I did our own things together in the evenings during the week. I pretended to read while he played video games one night. Secretly, I was just watching him. For some reason watching people play video games was highly entertaining. We just did normal things.

We also went grocery shopping Saturday. “Are you sure you want to come with me?” I asked again.

“Yes, I’m sure Addison. Besides, we are over halfway to the store. It’s a little late to change my mind now.”

“Okay. Remember the list please.”

“I know. There’s a list and we get what’s on the list.”

“Exactly.”

At the store, I grabbed a cart and dug through my purse for the list and my pen. Monty took the cart from me without asking. I feigned an affronted look. He smirked back. Cocky bastard. I can already tell this is going to be so fun. I opened my mouth to speak when we got inside. “List, I know. And yes. I remember you’re going to make us get vegetables.”

“And you have to get at least one that you like.” He pouted. “You like carrots.” I offered.

“Fine.” He muttered. We are in a dramatic mood today. It was so peaceful when I went by myself. But I missed this. Monty went and put exactly five bulk carrots in a bag. Not wanting to fight him on carrots, I didn’t say anything. As usual, I was in charge of the rest of our vegetables.

The aisles were an easier task. There were no evil scary vegetable that I would have to force him to eat. I quickly scanned down the list as we entered each aisle. Carefully, everything was placed in the cart just so. “We need this.” Monty said, grabbing a box of cheese its.

“Is it on the list?” In response, he plucked the list and pen from my hand, and scribbled it on.

“It is now.” I rolled my eyes and grinned as he handed it back to me. His cheeky grin made me blush. I turned my back and pretended to look at something when we got to the fruit snack aisle and ignored the telltale thud of a box, make that two boxes, of fruit snacks being chucked in the cart. He didn’t write them on the list.

We both cringed at the price of meat, as usual. But we needed it so there wasn’t a whole lot we could do. I crossed things off that had been missed as we were filling the cart. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like the store was out of anything. “Oh, we need butter.” I muttered.

“Is it on the list?” Monty smirked. Like he had done earlier with the crackers, I quickly wrote it down.

“Yes.” I grinned. He grinned and stopped to kiss me on the cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s get this done so we can go home and do nothing.”

“Your wish is my command.” There was even a dramatic wave of his arm to accompany his attempt to woo.

“You are so fucking cheesy. I’m telling the guys about that one.”

“Ah, come on Addison. You love it.”

I went to grab a couple of pounds of butter and decided I could trust my adult husband to get some bread and jam on his own. When I found him in the bakery with our cart, I remembered that I married an overgrown child. There was bread. And there was jam. And also, cookies. Four different kinds of cookies. And a thing of strudel. Which, to be honest, I wasn’t that upset about because it’s like the best pastry. But the point is that it was there.

“I asked you to get bread and jam. Not half of the baked goods in the store.”

“But cookies are delicious Addison. And you like their chocolate chip cookies. And for some reason I still don’t understand, plain oatmeal cookies. Don’t even lie and say the strudel was a bad idea.”

“So, the sugar cookies and M&M ones are just to look pretty on the counter?”

“No. Those ones are for me.”

“I married a fuckin’ child.” I muttered softly. We turned when we heard a quiet chuckle behind us. A cute little old couple was watching our interaction with giant smiles.

“Mine still does the same thing dearie.” The woman said to me.

“Remember, we don’t grow up. We just get bigger.” The man smiled.

“I’m beginning to realize.” I laughed.

“See. I told you.” Monty smirked. As if to prove the point they were making, we watched as the man grabbed a container of lemon rolls and placed them in his cart. The woman gave him an exaggerated, exasperated look.

“Wait, how long have the two of you been married?” I asked when they passed us.

“Sixty-five years.” They said together, smiling fondly at each other. Wow. That’s amazing. I was still smiling when we got to the till and checked out.

Our normal routines continued for the rest of the week. School, physio, make dinner, sports, spend time together. The normalcy of it was refreshing.

“You’re scratching.” Monty said offhandedly, without looking up from his notes.

“Am not.”

“You stopped typing five minutes ago Addison.”

“I’m thinking.”

“And scratching.” I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. I started typing aggressively loud to try and get a rise out of him instead. He didn’t respond at all. Not even an annoyed muscle twitch. We aren’t there yet. Okay. Monty’s phone buzzed on the coffee table beside me. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And then again. Before I could reach for it, he had hobble run over and snatched it out of my reach. I looked at him quizzically. He was trying to think of a reason to be hiding his phone from me. What is going on?

“It’s guy stuff. Jamie is having… girl troubles.”

“Girl troubles.”

“Yeah. His girlfriend but not girlfriend or something is doing stuff.”

“Something and stuff.”

“Yes. So, uh. I’ll be over… over there.” He motioned back to the kitchen table. “You know, dealing with girl troubles.”

“Right.” That was weird. Also, he’s going to pay for the movement in the morning. I went back to my writing and not scratching quietly. Occasionally I would look up over my laptop at Monty. He seemed to be very engrossed in his notes.

“Hey Addison?”

“Hmm?”

“Since the game got cancelled some of us are going over to Jamie’s place tomorrow after school.”

“’Kay.”

“Because girl troubles.”

“Yeah.”

“And stop scratching. You’ll only make the rash worse.”

The next morning, I skipped a shower. Cuddles were too enticing. It was a Friday so I didn’t feel like I had to look all cute. While Monty made himself a smoothie, I grabbed one of his shirts to wear because it was loose enough that it wouldn’t irritate the rash. It finally started to clear up. But now it itches. As though he could hear my thoughts, he called from the kitchen, “stop scratching.”

“Bite me.” I called back.

“If you don’t stop scratching, I will.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He looked up when he heard me come in the room.

“I was going to wear that today.”

“You have like… fifty more in your half of the closet.”

“I know mum is a history professor, but dad is a businessman. I know he taught you fractions. What I have is not half of the closet.” I merely shrugged. He waved towards the bowl beside the blender. “Chunky monkey with smooth peanut butter.” I sat and took a bite.

“Yum. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t worry about washing the blender. I’ll do it after school.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

School was pretty boring. It was the middle of November, so we were in the awkward not quite midterms but not quite ready for a new unit time. I met Monty at my locker after the last bell. He was waiting for me with Justin and Jamie. “Hey baby.”

“Hey babe. You guys have fun tonight, okay?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Jamie saluted. I shuddered. Monty tried to stifle a laugh.

“Jamie. Do me a favour and never do that again.” I placed a couple of textbooks in my locker. “I’ll see you at home. Can you stop and grab baking powder on your way home tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Why can’t you stop? You’re going straight there.” Justin asked.

“I have a date with a bubble bath.”

“Ooh la la.” Jamie laughed.

“I guess. Didn’t shower this morning and a bath is better for my itching.”

“Oh?” Justin asked.

“I’ll explain later.” I muttered. He furrowed his brow and looked at Monty. I kissed Monty goodbye.

At home, I went to wash my face so I could do the expensive face mask I had been saving for a night alone. I did an exfoliating treatment first and ran my bath. A few scented candles were set on our master bathroom counter and I poured myself a glass of raspberry juice. The book I had been meaning to get around to reading was sitting on the toilet for easy access. Okay fine. One of the books I had been meaning to read. It was very relaxing. I had to dig in the cabinet for my body scrub but found it behind a backup pack of deodorant from Costco. Luckily, the bubble bath was also right there. I poured some in to give it time to foam.

With my face mask done and washed off, I undressed and settled in the tub. The water was boiling hot, just the way I liked it. I sighed and sipped my juice, enjoying a night alone. When the husband is away, wife will pamper. The hot water helped to calm my itching skin. The scrub made my legs nice and smooth before I shaved them and exfoliated a second time. Once the necessaries were taken care of, I could start to relax. Picking up my book, I settled in for the foreseeable future. My book was so interesting and immersive, I completely lost track of time. I was still in the tub when Monty got home. “Addison?” He called when he didn’t find me in the kitchen.

“I’m in the bath.” I called back.

“Okay.” He was opening and closing drawers in our room. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Do you want a glass of water or anything? How long have you been in there?” I paused for a moment to consider. How long had it been?

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven.” My eyes widened.

“Really? Then yeah, I’ll take a glass of water. I’m going to get out right away.” He shut the door behind him and I threw my book across to the door so it didn’t get wet when I got out of the tub.

Once dry and moisturized, I left the bathroom in search of my husband. I found him on the couch scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “I missed you.” I bent behind the back of the couch to kiss his cheek.

“I missed you too. You look very cozy in your fuzzy pyjamas.”

“Why thank you.” I curtsied. He laughed happily. Settling next to him, I laid my head in his lap.

“How was your bath?”

“Amazing. Very relaxing. Oh! And I exfoliated and shaved my legs.” I grinned and lifted my pants leg. “Feel!”

Again, Monty laughed and shook his head. He still reached out and rubbed my leg though. “Very soft and smooth.”

“How was girl problems?”

“I think they’re resolved. It wasn’t as major or as difficult as we thought.”

“That’s good.” I peeked at his phone. He was watching football injury videos. Oh Sweetie. “Hey, how’s your knee?”

“It’s okay. Physio has been helping.”

“I’m glad.” He seemed to realize then that I wasn’t just asking for an update on his progress.

“Oh. I’m just watching this because some of them are funny.”

“Funny?”

“Yeah.” He restarted the video and adjusted his position so I could see too. He was right. Some of them were pretty funny.

It was family brunch Saturday the next day. Scott, Charlie, and Justin all came over. As usual, the four young men were more than happy to eat relatively work free. Monty did have to help me reach a few things and our guests helped set the table. But for the most part, I did the work. It was relaxing for me. Monty still felt a little uncomfortable having me do most of the work in the kitchen, but I didn’t mind. It was my choice to do it. I enjoyed it. And it made things much smoother when I was working solo.

Since it was just a casual pancake breakfast this week and just the five of us, I didn’t really feel a need to shower before they came over. As such, I was still in my pyjamas most of the morning. They didn’t mind. We hung out for a while after brunch together. By the time everyone was getting ready to leave around two, I decided it was time to shower and make myself feel like a human again. “I’m running Scott’s place for a bit. We have a couple of things to go over with Charlie for next week’s game.” Monty explained when I was going to shower.

“No problem. I’ll just be here writing or reading or something.” From the bathroom I could hear him putzing around our room. I didn’t think too much of it. He was probably looking for a playbook or something.

After my shower, I wrapped my towels around me, fully prepared to throw on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater for the rest of the day. Instead, I was puzzled to find a large white box in the centre of the bed. There was a bow and a single pink Post it note stuck to the lid. It simply said wear me on it in blue ink. I frowned in confusion but opened it anyway. Nestled inside was a classic, Hepburn-esque little black dress. I gasped and covered my mouth in shock. Gently lifting the dress out of the box I held it out at arm’s length to examine it. It was beautiful. This man is full of surprises. Not wanting to wrinkle the dress, I carefully set it on the bed while I grabbed a hanger.

Once it was hung up, I put on a pair of sweats and an old pyjama shirt. In the kitchen, I found another note next to the coffee machine. This one was on a yellow Post it, also in blue ink. No coffee. Look up. I frowned again. Why no coffee? Looking up on the underside of the cabinet, I found another yellow Post it. This one had an arrow pointing towards the living room. There, yet another Post it. This one was blue. There was another arrow pointing at the coat closet. A green Post it was stuck to the closet door. Be ready at 5:00. Wear your matching black pointy shoes. Now I was even more confused. Well, it says be ready. I shrugged and checked my watch. It was just past two. I rolled my eyes at the coffee note and made myself a cup anyway. I wouldn’t need to be up all night, but note be damned. I wanted coffee. I savoured it while I let my thoughts run wild of what could be in store for my night. At home fancy dress dinner? Going out for dinner? A walk in the financial district in the city? Hmmm. By two forty-five, I had finished my coffee and started getting ready.

I carefully put on the dress after I had washed my face again. I decided to curl my hair in tight ringlets so that when I brushed them out, they wouldn’t fall flat immediately. I let them set while I did my makeup. So, I didn’t get makeup all over my dress, I draped a towel around my neck to cover it. The simple black cat eye and blue red lipstick paired wonderfully with the classic, timeless style of the dress. A neutral blush and light bronzer added colour and balance to complete the look. I carefully brushed out the curls into nice waves framing my face. Using a decorative bobby pin, I pulled my bangs away from my face. Exiting our room after putting on my tennis bracelet-a birthday gift from my Gran a couple of years ago- I looked at the clock on the stove. It was four fifty. I had ten minutes to spare. Slipping on my heels, I went through my wallet and took out my ID and credit card. I had assumed that we would be going out and Monty usually kept my cards in his wallet.

The sound of a car pulling into our driveway pulled me from my thoughts. I opened the door when the car door shut. Monty was walking up to the house in a very familiar white dress shirt and black slacks. Damn, he cleans up good. I thought it every time he dressed up, no matter how often I saw it. His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped to take in my look. I stopped him in his tracks. I blushed and did a little twirl. He whistled through his teeth. “You look. Absolutely amazing.”

“You look incredible. Have I ever told you, you clean up really well?”

“Once or twice.” He shrugged. I smiled widely. He finished his walk up to the house and took my hands in his, really taking the time to take me in. “You really do look beautiful Addison.”

“Thank you.” I blushed again. My engagement ring sparkled in the setting sun. Monty’s black tungsten ring felt cool in my hand. Together, we walked to the car. We took my car, but I let him drive. It’s our insurance. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope.” He said as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay.” We chatted quietly on the way to our mystery location. Given the time, I assumed we were going to a restaurant. When we got closer to the county limits, I realized we were going into the city for dinner. I watched the cars speeding past us on the highway in the other direction. People were eager to be getting home from spending their days shopping or running errands.

I tried to figure out where we were going once we got to the city based on the turns Monty made. I was familiar with most of the downtown and financial districts due to visiting my dad at work when I was younger. I was a little surprised when he pulled in the parking lot for the new Italian place that opened last month. I wasn’t surprised because I was concerned about cost or anything like that. We just weren’t really fancy restaurant people very often. It was a pleasant surprise.

When he parked, we walked hand in hand to the door. He was a perfect gentleman and held the door not only for me but for the couple behind us. I smiled at him while we waited to be seated. He squeezed my hand. We were seated at a more secluded table, closer to the back of the restaurant. The table was lit by candlelight and dim recessed lighting in the aisle. It’s beautiful. Our waiter came by and introduced himself as Anthony. I ordered a cranberry juice with ice and Monty got a Coke. Anthony gave us a few minutes with the menus. As soon as I saw traditional carbonara on the menu, I had made a firm decision. Monty and I sat in comfortable silence while we perused the menu. Even though I knew what I wanted, it never hurt to look at the other options.

After we ordered-carbonara for me and lobster ravioli for Monty-Anthony left us to our evening. “This is really nice.” I said, after a sip of my juice.

“I figured we deserved nice. Or rather, you deserved nice. After everything… and I know you’ve been stressed about school. So, I figured you could use a night off.” He left the obvious tension between us and the cause for it unsaid. We both knew the reason.

“It’s still nice. And we do deserve it. This dress is beautiful by the way.”

“I thought you would like it.”

“When exactly did you acquire it?” I asked, with a sly raise of my brow.

“About yesterday…” Montgomery began, “Jamie wasn’t having girl troubles.”

“I kind of figured. Have they even decided if they have anything to have troubles over?”

“No. They’re still not together. But they go places together and buy each other things. And have sex. Apparently, there is a lot of sex.”

“But they aren’t dating.”

“No.”

“Maybe he is having girl troubles.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. Anthony came by with our orders. Unsurprisingly, the food was delicious. Mouth wateringly delicious. My eyes widened in ecstasy. So did Monty’s after he took a bite of his own food. We each shared a bite with each other and smiled. So good. So so good.

We spent the rest of our evening talking and enjoying being with each other. It was very nice. We hadn’t gotten to do the whole going out and just being together thing in a while. I pushed the last of my carbonara around on my plate. I wasn’t bored exactly. I was having a wonderful time. “Hey. Where’d you go?” Monty reached across the table to take my hand.

“Oh. Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“This is really nice.” I paused.

“But…?”

“I would honestly much rather be at home in sweatpants watching the new episodes of Law & Order from the other night.”

“Me too.” He giggled. I couldn’t help but giggle along with him. He motioned to our waiter for the bill. The black holder was placed in between us. Monty placed some cash inside and set it down without so much as a glance at me. He helped me with my coat and took my hand after he put on his own. As soon as we got out of the restaurant, I stopped and turned to him.

“Race you to the car.” I grinned before taking off like a bat out of hell. I heard him bark out a laugh behind me. I didn’t look back. Nor did I turn when I heard his footsteps. He wasn’t running because of his knee. They were getting closer though. Even without running, he was able to gain on me because of his gait. Running in heels was not the easiest thing in the world but I managed to beat him to the car. When he arrived with the keys, I was grinning at him, triumphantly from the passenger’s side. “I won.”

“Yes you did.” He was grinning back at me.

When we got home, the two of us changed into our comfiest sweatpants and t-shirts. I threw on my old Tigers hoodie and popped a bag of popcorn in the microwave after taking off my makeup. Monty pulled up the recorded episodes. I couldn’t tell if he wore his grey sweats on purpose or not. We got comfortable on the couch and hit play. From the get-go this episode of SVU had both of us on the edge of our seats. The popcorn was mostly untouched. I teared up multiple times. When it was over, I ripped the remote from the coffee table and scrolled up to the new episode of Organized Crime. I couldn’t stand to wait any longer than strictly necessary. Our eyes were glued to the screen for the whole hour, minus the fast forwarding through commercials. By the end, we turned to each other in shock. “Wow.” Was all I could say about it.

“The new theme song is pretty great.”

“Yes. I don’t know how to process any other thoughts about it though.”

“Me either.”

“Very worth the wait.” Monty only nodded in response. I yawned and stretched. It was getting pretty late. The afternoon coffee I had wore off a while ago.

“Tired Bookworm?” I yawned again and nodded. Monty carried me to bed and tucked me in. I cuddled up beside him.

Before falling asleep I mumbled, “thank you for tonight. Was really nice. Ni’ night.”

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1dffchallenges · 4 years

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I Hear A Rhapsody

Written By: @sunsetter96

Characters: Anne/Niall

Summary: Anne is a struggling actress trying to advance her career in Los Angeles while making ends meet financially. When she meets Niall, he introduces her to his love and world of music, but they struggle to create a balance between their relationship and their desire for success.

Author’s Note: This is the first chapter to the first story I am writing. Please let me know what you think :)

Warnings: alcohol

2014 —

It was June, and I'd never felt anything like it before.

Weeks before, I had been driving to an audition for a role in a movie my friend had told me about just a few days prior, and I was in my car, in the middle of possibly the worst Los Angeles traffic I'd ever experienced.

"Please don't tell me it's true," I said to my phone. "Please don't let this be real," I continued, practicing my lines over and over again into the receiver, speaking as if there really was someone else on the line, as if there really was someone there to connect with.

I hadn't had much time to practice in the past few days, only because I'd been so busy with moving into my new apartment. There was that, — and then there was having to start work at the new bookstore location. They had made me acting manager for the first few weeks. I had a long list of things that I had to do in order to help set up the new location, and I think the worst part of it was accounting and payroll. I'm just terrible with numbers.

"Fuck," I said, realizing I had come to a stop in the middle of traffic while rehearsing my lines. Cars were honking like crazy, as if that would somehow make the line move faster, and the man in the car behind me was going wild over the fact that I had come to a stop. I guess it was my fault for being distracted, but at the same time, those 20 feet that were between me and the next car really couldn't have saved us even a marginal length of time with the amount of traffic there was.

When there was enough of a gap to cut through the left lane, he merged and cut me off aggressively before pulling off at the next exit after a few minutes. I was so fucking late, and this guy was pissing me off.

I got there just minutes before my audition time and almost ran to the door of the building. I think my audition was one of the last ones of the day, so I was lucky they'd even let me in to go through with it. But I went in and made my audition, albeit without enough time to mentally prepare beforehand.

It went well enough, but I could sense right away that I wouldn't be getting a call back from them. I guess it's true that I didn't fit the role as well as I could have. The listing had called for a girl between ages 18-24, for a supporting role in a movie about a group of girls that went to summer camp and did all of that teen stuff, like fall in love and drink and smoke. I did look like a teen, but I suppose I was already on the back end of that age range considering I was 23. I also didn't look like many of the girls that were there for the audition, too — blonde, tan, and skinny — and maybe that's what they were looking for. I was a thin person but not nearly as skinny and fit as some of the girls there, and I had brown hair and brown eyes.

I guess it didn't matter, because I'd find a role that would suit me eventually. At least I hoped so.

Later that day I came home feeling like shit, and I didn't even feel like eating or working out. Thankfully I had the day off the next day, so I just laid in bed looking at social media and watched Netflix until I fell asleep.

My roommate woke me up the next day with the sound of her using the blender. I turned around in bed and saw the time. 7:00 a.m. It was too early for this, but I figured it would be worse for me to be depressed and lay in bed all day.

"Cecilia?" I called out after coming out of the bathroom. "Why are you using the blender so early?"

"Sorry dude," she responded. "I'm going out for a run at 8:00, but I wanted to eat something light beforehand, so I made myself a smoothie."

"Oh, that sounds good," I told her. A run actually sounded good despite my tiredness. "Can I come with?"

"Sure," she said. "Let me make you a smoothie, too."

I went back to my room and washed my face and teeth before putting on some workout clothes. Cecilia had made me an icy blueberry smoothie with greek yogurt, and it was absolutely delicious. I think I've always been in love with liquid food (like smoothies or margaritas), because they're so easy. I have a sensitive stomach, but somehow her smoothies have always soothed me, physically and emotionally.

Maybe I'm just a little bit intense, but I think that's also what drove me to want to act. All of the things that I feel — that emotion and the intensity I seek with others and in simple, everyday tasks — that's what engrosses each line that I act and every character I play. And I hoped in that moment that I could transfer that intense energy to my acting, and maybe one day be recognized for it.

Cecilia and I drank our smoothies and talked about our plans for next weekend. We had been invited to 70s themed party where there would be a live band and an open bar. It was pretty exciting, especially for her, because the guy she had been sort of dating invited her to come and bring a friend.

"His name is Louis," she smiled. "He's a producer, and his company has themed parties sometimes, kind of to help artists network and to celebrate a new release."

"Oh, I see," I said. "Well, I'm just happy that you're enjoying yourself with him. Let's see how this party goes. I'm so excited to get our outfits together and dress 70s style," I laughed.

"I knew you would love that idea! You've always loved 70s rock, so that's right up your alley," she says.

We left the house and ended up running to the park near our neighborhood. I'm actually glad she woke up early that morning, because it forced me to get out of the depressed mood I was in.

We talked more about what outfits we would wear to the party as we ran, and she decided that she would dress disco themed, while I wanted to wear something more hippie style. My hair was long enough to do the hair style, but I thought it might look nice if I straightened it and wore a flower crown.

"Anne," she said. "I think we should use this opportunity, this party, this experience — to have a lot of fun. It's been so long since we've done something crazy. So yes, we will be drinking margaritas and we will be taking shots this time."

"Okay," I laughed with her. "I'll try to keep up, but it's been a while since I've drank."

We came to a stop at the end of the trail going around the park, and leaned against the rails, looking back at the playground, across the grassy field. In the distance, I could see a couple walking their dog together, holding hands and laughing together. I looked over at Cecilia and she was looking at them, too.

My mind took me back to our past relationships in that moment, and I remembered how it felt to hold someone else's hand like that couple. I remembered that feeling of warmth and security when you held the hand of someone you knew well but also that clamminess you felt when you would first hold hands with someone because you were nervous. I missed that feeling, and I could tell Cecilia felt the same.

We were like that when we were together sometimes. We thought so alike that I felt like she was my other half, and even my soulmate in some sense. I had never felt that for another man, but I did for her, even though I wasn't romantically attracted to her.

Last year both of us had broken up with our boyfriends within months of each other, and we had decided to move in together after our leases ended. It was interesting how we had both started dating our exes at the same time, when we were just 19, and how we had both spent those three years spiraling in abusive relationships.

It was sad to think, but somehow I felt that our respective heartbreaks had brought us closer together. We had drifted apart when we got into those relationships, the first long-term relationship we both had ever had, but their ending is what helped our friendship grow even more. She was always there for me when I was grieving, and perhaps it had been destiny that led us to this very moment in time.

You could argue that this moment wasn't anything special, but it was small moments like these that I would always remember.

"I'm so happy you're coming with me to this party," she smiled. "And maybe we'll be able to meet some cute guys there."

"That's true," I laughed at her comment.

We were both looking forward to the party, not just to have fun but to use it as an opportunity to let go of our past, including the pain we had felt for so many years. While Cecilia had dated on and off in the past few months, I couldn't bring myself to open up to anyone yet, especially not to any stranger at a party. It had been months since I had talked to a guy more than casually or as a friend.

"Honestly, I'm just ready to get drunk and forget everything, my inhibitions, all of it," I breathed out.

"Okay, Anne," she laughs. "I'll make sure to be the drink police for you all night. If I don't see a drink in your hand, you'll have to take a shot with me. It's the law — no fighting me and no questions asked!" she points at me.

We both started laughing and talked for a few more minutes, allowing our heartbeats to slow down as we relaxed from our run. When we got home, I spent the rest of the morning relaxing and cleaning up my room and around the house. Cecilia had left for work at 11, so I looked online for more auditions and recorded one video to send to a casting agent for review.

While I was settling down that evening to eat my dinner, I got a notification from Cecilia on instagram — it was a picture of some guys standing together.

Hey dude, this is the band that's going to play at the party. Louis told me that they're really good.

Thank you <3 I'll check them out, I told her.

I looked up their profile, and they were called "The Breakers." From the picture, I could see that guy Louis had been tagged, and he was posing next to a couple of guys, one of which I guess was the main songwriter who had worked with him. The picture was of them at their studio, celebrating the completion of their debut album.

I ended up looking them up on Spotify and listened to a few of their songs — they were definitely my type of music. I could hear various elements of classic rock and psychedelic music in their melodies, mixed with a bit of pop and even jazz.

That night, I went to bed listening to a few of their songs through my headphones, letting myself get lost in the melodies, just as I would do when in character sometimes. It was interesting how music informed a lot of my life, and I think if I hadn't gone into acting, I probably would have tried to be an artist.

If there was one thing I was sure about, it's that I needed to start taking my acting career seriously. I had already been in Los Angeles for four years, with nothing coming to fruition, and I just hoped that destiny would take me where I needed to be, soon.

#1dff #movies challenge #niall

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vivithefolle · 6 years

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Can you rec some Ronarry fics? (Preferably long ones?) Sorry if I'm annoying you.

You’re not annoying me at all, Anon! :D Thought I’m super frustrated because I’ve read one very long fic that has Ron searching for Harry, who has amnesia and ran away to America (and is gay but nobody knew that) and Ron realizes he’s in love with Harry and the fic has about 30 chapters and it’s on FFN but I can’t find it!! x_x

Sooo… I didn’t find that many long fics but I can give you a long list of them if you want?

Beautiful FriendIt took six years for Harry to learn something in History of Magic.This one. Oh my lord this one… it’s short, but it’s amazing. It’s full of lovely lively details and Harry’s description of Ron is… aaaww.

Life DrawingDean watches, and sees something unexpected.Again, the descriptions! My lord the descriptions, and also you will relate very much to Dean if you’ve ever worked with pencils.

Something They Can Barely SeeHarry has no idea how to tell his best friend he wants more that friendship. He’s pretty sure this would be hell of a lot easier if he knew for sure how Ron felt about him.This one is plenty cute. Ron is adorable and Harry… Harry’s trying his best. :’D

Our Inner BeastsLater, Madam Pomfrey would tell them that both Bill and Ron were going to survive. But she had no idea what the effects of a werewolf bite, when the werewolf was still in human form, could do to their behavior.Okay, who’s up for writing more Creature!Ron fics? Seriously. Someone do some more of those. Here we have Ron as a werewolf, aggressive, feral, self-loathing… doesn’t matter, Harry loves him.

Running with the Wolf, Loving the Mansnapshots of Harry Potter’s life with a werewolf boyfriendFollow-up of Our Inner Beasts. Someone heard our prayers and gave us more Werewolf!Ron, and it’s as wonderful as it sounds.

What HappenedThat’s just the thing, though. He doesn’t know what happened. He can’t pinpoint a single event where everything suddenly made sense. There was no epiphany or choir of angels or aligning of stars, or any of the other rubbish Parvarti goes on about in the Great Hall. There’s no one moment when he realized, “Oh.”Ron and Harry’s friendship, only it’s not just friendship. The last line will make you want to put on some epic music.

Follow The Butterflies“Why did it have to be spiders?” Ron moaned. “Why couldn’t we follow the butterflies?” Harry privately agreed with his best friend, but if there was anything Hogwarts had taught him, then that if he didn’t do something, no one would. “I promise the next time we have to follow anything, it will be butterflies.”Harry and Ron’s friendship again, with more butterflies thrown in the mix. It’s just as perfect as it sounds. If you don’t ship Harry/Ron, this fanfic might just change your mind.

Sonnets of Magical InterferenceHarry receives some strange notes about his love life, or lack thereof.By the end of that fic, you might just cheer for a very controversial character.

HeavenHarry’s heaven includes Ron.Features Ron being emotional over a movie, Chinese takeout, and Harry being a sap. What more could you ask for?

Harry Potter And The World That Went Bloody Insane“I know something you don’t know” is, apparently, the essence of Harry Potter’s love life. Harry’s certain that the world has been reading one too many romance novels, but then, Harry’s always been a bit oblivious.Featuring Protective!Attentive!Caring!Ron and Oblivious!Harry in their stinky flat and everyone shipping Harry/Ron. It’s awesome.

Check MateHarry questions his dreams, Ron has a scary one of his own, Hermione and Cho plot, and Seamus and Dean obsess.Harry’s subconscious has lots of funny ideas. Ron is ridiculously cute. Might be a bit difficult to read because of FFN’s shitty formating for line breaks.

On The OutsideHarry doesn’t think there’s much point to his being gay. He can’t have regular sex, he can’t have children, and he can’t tell his best friend he’s in love with him.Ron is utterly adorable, do I really have to say it? Why, yes, yes I do.

Newton’s LawFor every action, there is an equal and opposite reactionCheck out this author’s other Harry/Ron fics. I especially like Brass Ring; in the meantime, have a rather in-character reaction of Hermione and Ginny finding out about their ex-boyfriends dating. Hey, not my fault if JKR doesn’t know how to write strong female characters without making them abusive.

Sleeping BeautyThe most gen ever retelling of Sleeping Beauty.Who cares if it’s gen, it’s amazing. Harry sleeps, Ron is wonderful, and ants get colorful.

The Complexities Of Muggle MachineryHarry bought a refrigerator. Then it was a microwave. Then a blender. Thursday was the coffee brewer. Ron really liked that last one.Ron is absolutely, heart-stoppingly, adorably cute and pretty much just like I imagine him to be around Muggle things. Harry’s lucky.

After the cupcakesThey never really talked about it but they are each other’s world. And perhaps a lazy Sunday morning is as good a time as any to finally say something.Utterly sappy and fluffy and you know me, I was mostly there for Harry’s description of Ron. It didn’t disappoint.

Sing Your LoveThroughout the years they’ve lived together, Harry has always enjoyed Ron’s singing but lately he’s been picking up hidden messages in his flatmate’s song choices.Do you like Ron singing? Do you like Ron dancing? Do you like Ron crying his heart out over an emotionally oblivious Harry? Well in that case you’ve found the perfect fic!

Snakes & LaddersAfter the final battle with Voldemort, Harry intends to get on with his life. There’s just one problem; he was supposed to have died when he confronted Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest and now the Other Side is trying to collect him. But in the space between his ‘death’ and the victory celebrations, Harry’s fallen in love… and he’s not going to give up his second chance without a fight.A complicated premise, a complicated tale, a very worried Ron, a very determined Harry, an entirely unwelcome Severus Snape coming from beyond the Veil, all leading up to an epic confrontation in the Other Side. Who knew the afterlife had a court?

Now, it’s time for… TEH SMUT! D:Every story below this text will have MATURE CONTENT. Shoo, children, shoo!

Partners (last chapter gets NSFW)What if the girls hadn’t come in just then? What course of action would Harry, in his desperate frame of mind, have latched onto instead?This fanfic made one of my most desperate wishes come true. For those who don’t know me, I’ll just tell you that Cinderella isn’t a matter of gender.

Scars (warning: mentions of self-harm)Ron is embarrassed of his scars, and Harry might be able to help.Ron is his terribly self-loathing self, but at least Harry is there to remind him of what we Ron-lovers know: that he’s loved and beautiful.

The Matchmaker (contains sexual mention)Sir Nicholas has never had a couple like these two…Nearly-Headless Nick ships Harry and Ron. So does the entire Gryffindor House. All in all, just what we need.

Exploring The Spectrum (NSFW at the end)Ron wakes up to find he can only see in a single colour.Very interesting mystery and clever use of a forgotten plot point. The resolution is basically “sex solves everything” but otherwise it’s a great story.

Hug! Hug! Kiss! (second-to-last drabble is NSFW)Ron loses Harry in a foreign land. In other words, Harry accidentally joins a Japanese boy band.This story is ridiculous, confusing, crazy, and absolutely hilarious. No existing celebrities were harmed.

Just Another Teenage Epoch - Ron Weasley, 1999 (NSFW at the end)Ron wants to be an Auror, and he wants to not grow up, and he really wants other people to stop kissing Harry.The classic mistletoe tale! Ron is not amused at all. It’s okay, we’re rooting for him (and Harry is, too).

Trapped in Winter (NSFW at the end)Harry and Ron have an argument. When Ron goes to storm out of the room, he’s frozen in time, and when Harry touches him to see what’s the matter, they’re both transported to a snowy winter wonderland.A surprising premise that leads to a confused, hurt Ron and a tight-lipped Harry, and of course, to Harry/Ron. Pretty nice!

That We Might Be Exactly Like We Were (warning: graphic self-harm, realistic depression, themes of suicide)'Everything just takes me back, to when you were there…’This author pretty much nails what depression is like. She also has several other Harry/Ron fanfics that are written just as expertly as this one, but be forewarned, they tend to deal with very upsetting topics as well. Sadly, I could see her version of Ron existing in the canon we know.

Slow Slide (get out) to a Better Place (warning: abuse and r*pe)Harry told himself that everything was fine in his relationship with Ginny, at least until he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. And by then, he thought it might be too late. Fortunately, he has two very good friends who will always be there for him, one of whom might eventually be something more.Downside: Ginny fans should NOT read this story. Upside: contains Vivi’s most beloved ship, Romione + Ronarry.

Prelude and Fugue (NSFW in the middle)It took over an hour, from the time Harry arrived at work, for him to realise just how different today actually was.The “Groundhog Day” loop is wonderfully done, you can actually feel the weariness building as Harry wakes up and notices it’s still Monday, bloody Monday.And Ron is absolutely adorable - yes, I’ll say it every time!

Princes of Maine (NSFW at the end)Harry wakes one morning to find an abandoned baby on his doorstep. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his most challenging adventure yet: parenthood.You want Harry as a single parent and not knowing anything about babies? You have it. You want Ron as a competent Healer who’s sick of Harry’s shit and determined to get answers as to why his best mate is a wreck? You have it. You want Harry/Ron? What are you waiting for, dive in!

Still looking for more? Take a look at this post!

#ask #vivi answers #harry x ron #shipping #fanfic recs #hp fanfic recs #fic recs #hp fic recs

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swingsetboys · 6 years

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Muffy?? (4 the ask thing)

you didn’t specify a number so I’m gonna do them all under a read more ahshshsh

who laughs at their own joke and who deadpans at the joke?

BUFFY DEADPANS marty also does?? I think canonically they both do but I think marty is more likely to lose it over something he says

if they had a secret handshake, how would it go?

I feel like marty would try to create a secret handshake and buffy just wouldn’t cooperate

it’s movie night, what movies are they gonna watch together?

CHEESY HALLMARK MOVIES they make fun of them the whole way through

it’s time to name their pet they adopted together, who gets to name it? how do they come to this decision?

I feel like it’d be a cute thing at first because they’re both excited to have a pet (probably a dog) together but then naming it turns into a competition of who can come up with the best name which never ends. and their friends all call the dog different names when they first get it, and it ends up responding to tj calling it tiberius or something ridiculous so the two of them are always bitter at him about it

who would they love to go on a double date with?

TYRUS TYRUS TYRUS

who wakes the other up in the morning? how do they wake them up?

buffy has to do it and she will just straight up push marty out of bed and we all know it

how do they celebrate halloween?

AGGRESSIVELY it’s their favorite holiday and they get super intense with their costumes and with scaring everyone else

who is more likely to call their partner ‘dude’?

marty

during a thunderstorm how do they react? is one scared? do they both love it? do they take pictures? etc.

buffy doesn’t pay much attention to them, it’s just random weather to her. marty, however, is terrified of thunderstorms. when buffy finds out she teases him a bit, but always checks to make sure he’s feeling okay as soon as thunder rolls in. she probably also offers to do stuff with him like watch a movie or play a card game to take his focus off of them

who would looking lovingly at their partner and call them ‘idiot’?

BUFFY

it’s time to get groceries, who likes to look at everything and who just wants to power through and get everything done so they can go back home?

marty looks at everything!! he’s got a big ol’ sweet tooth so he’ll just look at candy and snacks for hours. at some point he’ll start reading nutrition information on random items just to mess with buffy

who is more likely to make a mess in the kitchen?

marty for sure I feel like this boy forgets to put the lid on the blender at least three times a week

who likes to try to prank their partner?

BOTH they engage in prank wars every so often that can sometimes last for months. their friends try to avoid being with them in the same room so they don’t get caught in any crossfire

when scrolling on their phone, who is more likely to show their partner a cute picture/video of an animal?

aw both! they scroll on ig at the same time and take turns showing each other cute animals

who causes the tomfoolery and who has to try and stop the tomfoolery?

our Party Boy™ is extra and buffy constantly has to reign that in (as opposed to marty having to reign buffy’s occasional insensitivity in)

#thanks!! I don't write many hcs about muffy so this was cool!#asks #anon

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wisestudentninja · 6 years

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Imagines #1 – “The Holidays”

Series: My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia Scenario: Imagine presenting a Valentine’s Day gift to Aizawa Shota/Eraserhead Genre: Slice of Life Word Count/Page Count: 1,361/4

Well, today was the day. After opening the coffee shop, it was only a matter of time before your favorite customer-turned-crush walked in. Your initial curiosity piqued your interest in the disheveled individual when he stumbled in ten minutes before closing one night. He asked for a black coffee on the go, extra strong. As you worked on the order, you attempted small talk, like asking in a humorous tone on whether he’d get any sleep after this brew. He had scoffed but didn’t say anything. Feeling his eyes watch you pour the coffee in the Styrofoam cup, you thought you would feel uncomfortable. Yet, all you felt was increased intrigue in this mystery man.

It was time to be bold. You sucked in a breath and grabbed a Sharpie while holding up the cup, “Name?” You prayed he did not see your fingers tremble from your nervousness.

One of his eyebrows rose skeptically, “I’m the only one here.”

Sweat began to build up in your grip as you chuckled shakily, “It’s a habit! I do it for every one of my customers!”

He sighed and muttered, “Aizawa,” as he ran a hand through his tangled black hair.

You had to be quick. A lot can be said in a word or a picture. You did not think much about it, just letting your hand move with the utensil.

“Total is three dollars and ten cents!” Your voice rose a bit higher than you intended.

This Aizawa pulled out a wallet and handed the money over. You could not help but notice that there was a cat-based print all over it. You felt proud of yourself as you locked up the cash register and handed him the beverage, the name label deliberately faced towards him.

“Please come again! And make sure you get some sleep this time!” You waved him off happily. He didn’t reply aloud. Yet, his small grin made your night.

Because on the cup by his name was a simply sketch of a pawing kitty.

~ ~ ~

The rest was history from there. He became your regular and always got the same order: coffee as black as your soul. Sometimes he would get a bite to eat as well, but the drink was always present. The two of you got to know each other, bit by bit, because of his consistency and your awkwardness.

Behind the counter, you eyed your present to him. It wasn’t much, but you hoped the message behind the item made up for it. Yet, the cat paws printed gift bag seemed to mock you anyway.

You knew he had a busy day with his students, as usual. You did not expect to see him until late at night, when he was on his way home. Creating orders for the plethora of customers that frequented the establishment helped take your mind off the gift and its implications. After all, it was Valentine's Day and you fixed it for the shop to have specials and discounts for today only. It was good for business. There was even a drink you created with Aizawa in mind, not that you would ever tell him that. It was blended coffee, milk, and ice cream with the choice of chocolate, caramel, or strawberry. It was topped with an expertly made whipped cream cat, a drizzle of the chosen flavor and chocolate chips with a huge bendy straw to finish. You called it appropriately The Cat. There was also The Dog, The Lovers, and The Heart Attack, all for today.

As you picked up some of the dishes customers left behind, you noticed the time. UA should be finishing up. Aizawa might come right over. Or not. He was unpredictable that way. The bell on the entrance jingled and made you look up.

Right on time. Some UA students managed to find your little shop. You smiled, “Just come to the counter when you decide your order!” You brought the bin of dirty dishes with you then thoroughly washed your hands.

A bubbly girl with brown hair asked, “Wait, we can sit anywhere?” A tall young man with glasses moved in an almost robotic fashion as he tried to reprimand his friend for her bluntness.

You grin, “Yup! And I hope you enjoy your visit today!”

A nervous wreck of a child muttered under his breath beside her. You chuckled, “Alright, kiddo. I'll give you a Heart Attack. No need to sweat the small stuff.” You ruffled his curly green hair playfully as he squeaked out a thank you.

You held up three cups stacked together with your handy Sharpie and a big grin, “Names?”

~ ~ ~

Those kids really brightened up your mood. Once they had to depart, your thoughts changed as the time to close up shop quickly approached. A sigh slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself.

Still no sign of Aizawa.

You were even tempted to close early. Just so you didn’t have to face a highly probable rejection. What was worse, actually facing the man or the absence of him? As you started to put chairs on the tables, the bell chimed in sync with the opening door. You looked over with a perplexed expression.

What the hell?

Standing there, mumbling to himself, was none other than Aizawa.

Well, shit.

Sighing, you turned towards him and forced a smile on your face. You opened your mouth to say something. But Aizawa was way ahead of you.

“No need to look at me like that. You know my usual,” he exhaled and sat in a tall bar stool at the wraparound counter of the shop. A spot that was really close to your work area.

A more natural smile slowly grew on your face. “How about a special instead? It won’t disappoint and I’ll make it extra strong.”

He sighed, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. “Do what you want. Just don’t disappoint me.”

You got right to work on your masterpiece. The strong aroma of the coffee quickly drifted through the shop. A small grin showed up on his face as he drifted off again, filling you with determination. After the blender worked its magic, you grabbed the to-go container and pour the finished project in. Holding your breath, you whispered his name as you finished the whipped cream decoration.

He slowly blinked his dry eyes open as the coffee smell approached his nose. He continued to blink as he observed the drink you created for him. The beverage was set on the counter in front of his face. Beside it was a small gift bag with a cute paw print pattern.

You had turned away to continue with the dishes. But really, you were trying your hardest not to see the rejection in Aizawa's eyes. He’s a rational individual and forward with every word that comes out of his mouth. It was a trait you usually respected and admired. But now, you dreaded it.

The soft crinkling sound of the bag being opened put you on high alert. You scrubbed the dishes a bit more aggressively in response. Sweat dripped down your face as you gnawed on your bottom lip. The suction sound of his bendy straw caused a chill to creep down your spine in apprehension.

Please don’t hate me. Please don’t hate me. Please DON'T –

“…What is this exactly?” his gruff tone pulled you out of your mental crisis momentarily.

You grinned nervously at him, “I had to place an overseas order with an American company to get my hands on it. It’s called Sleepy Time tea. The plants in it naturally trigger the serotonin receptors in the brain to help gently induce sleep.” You prayed he did not mind your rambling this time.

He paused in contemplation before holding up his beverage, “And this?”

“A special drink I wanted to test for the shop! What do you think, Aizawa?” You tugged a towel in your hands nervously, hoping he did not see your fidgeting.

The shop became eerily silent. Eventually, his odd yet charming grin began to creep into his face as he mused, “It’s perfect.”

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marblenerdette · 7 years

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I found a bunch of sickeningly domestic Sense8 headcanons I wrote ages ago while looking for an outline, and I’m aggressively pretending that we’re getting another season so, here they are:

I need Wolfgang making Amanita’s coffee in the morning, with two sugars, just the way she likes it, because Nomi is stupidly tired, so he’s letting her sleep in his body.

I need Riley laying on the bed naked, waiting for Will to walk in, and then Lito switching with her just long enough to wink at Will and waggle his eyebrows, so Will and Riley’s sexy times turns into breathless laughter.

I need Wolfgang switching out with Kala at the OBGYN, because it’s weird to have people look at your parts naked, okay, but Wolfgang doesn’t mind, so she gets to watch her dumbass boyfriend make funny faces at her while the doctor puts his finger into a body part Wolfgang doesn’t even have.

I need Kala disinfecting Sun’s fists, because oh my god Sun, you’re going to get such a bad infection, no ‘rubbing dirt in it’ is not a literal thing STOP.

I need Capheus teaching Nomi to drive because “You are literally a grown ass woman, and I don’t mind driving for you, but I may not be available someday when you need me.” And Neets is in the front seat laughing her ass off, because the car is apparently full of Sensates with advice, and Nomi is so cute when she’s annoyed.

I need Capheus who is terrified of getting shots, and Riley swooping in to get it for him, while chatting with Capheus about a new tea he just has to come by and try.

I need Riley basically being the human Shazam and Lito being the human IMDB, and the cluster constantly calling on them until they’re like “Oh my god, look it up. You are sitting in front of a computer, you lazy asshole.”

I need Nomi basically being tech support for the cluster and just JFC at least google it before you ask me. What do you mean you don’t have any virus protection, oh my god, you’re a walking, talking disaster, Lito.

I need everyone falling in love with one another’s family and friends and mailing each other gifts for people that have no idea who they are, because look, Hernando is going to love this appliance, Lito, okay. This blender is gonna rock his world.

I need one of the Sensates getting pregnant, and everyone feeling the baby kicking and helping push when they’re born.

I need really dumb jokes going on constantly, so there’s just a chorus of “that’s what she said” sounding at least once a day and loud internal groaning because someone (cough Nomi) makes terrible puns constantly, and it’s just the worst.

I need curses and endearments from other languages creeping into the Senates’ vocabularies because they hear them so much.

I need one of the Sensates being horribly sick, so everyone swoops in to do a few hours in that body, because why be sick the whole time, go chill in Mumbai for a while, I got you, boo.

I need the Sensates dropping in at like a buffet, pointing to a bunch of stuff they want to try, and yes, you have to get that Nomi, I don’t care if you don’t like sushi, I’ve never had it, so please get some so I can try it and pretend I’m a trendy Californian.

I need Sensates dropping in because I heard you had a bad day at work. Here, go take a bubble bath in my body and I’ll make you some food, and then we’ll meet back here and talk about how big of a BITCH Cheryl from accounting is.

I need Sun thinking Lito is actually in danger, because no one told her he was filming today, and oh God no don’t punch him, I’m so sorry, Miguel, fuck, lemme get you a towel. Jesus, Sun, ask before you punch okay?

I need Capheus too nervous to talk to someone he has a crush on, and the whole cluster standing behind him and encouraging him, because God they ship it /so hard/, please tell them they’re pretty Capheus, you’re killing us here kiddo.

I need the cluster doing nice things for each other without asking, like Nomi tracking down Capheus’ sister or Kala sending drugs for Shiro, because they love each other and want everyone to be happy.

I need the Sensates to be open with the people close to them about the cluster, and people befriending the cluster and being able to tell them apart. Oh cool, Capheus is here for movie night, sweet, lemme go pick out an action flick. Or oh hey Kala, glad you could make our weekly karaoke date, lemme get changed and then we’ll head out.

I need some of the Sensates with shitty parents basically being adopted. Like, ah yes, Riley has told me a lot about you, Nomi. Here are some cookies, and I learned your favorite song, lemme just grab my uke. Or ah yes, Capheus talks about you all the time, Wolfgang. Here, take a seat, I’m just about finished with dinner. How are you and Kala doing lately?

I need the Sensates getting ready together, like “No Riley, wear those earrings they match better, shhhhh ignore Lito, okay, he has terrible taste, listen to meeeeeeeeeee.”

I need Wolfgang, Sun, and Will all to show up when some guy’s being a dick to Kala, and her being like “Jfc I got this” as they all stare him down like angry guard dogs because just you wait buddy, the minute she gives us the go-ahead, we’re gonna fuck you up.

I need Sun stepping in when Nomi’s trying to sew an outfit for Neets because “You’re doing it wrong, here let me, it’s going to be way faster” while Lito’s in the corner telling them they need to add more sequins, there is no such thing as too many sequins, come on, let’s bedazzle this bitch!

I need the Sensates all asking Sun to do their taxes and OH MY GOD GUYS, LEARN HOW TO DO IT, IT ISN’T THAT HARD, but them all like, why learn we have you??? And Sun just rolling her eyes so hard because you are all the worst and you’re lucky I love you, because you’re useless.

I need Kala as like the long-suffering doctor of the group who’s like “Call your doctor, I can’t write a prescription! Look, yes I know exactly what it is and what they would give you but I don’t? Have access? To it? Stop asking.”

I need Will with the same ratty clothes he’s been wearing for ages to be taken shopping by Lito, because how do you not have more than one suit?? You are a grown ass man! You need clothes, you little shit. Oh god, put that back, no one your age should own any cargo shorts and you have like five pairs. Don’t look at me like that, cyan would bring out your eyes okay, just try it on and stop whining.

I need Capheus discovering the magic of video games and chilling with Nomi as they pwn noobs in Warcraft or LoL.

I need Sun teaching Capheus to fight, because Jean Claude Korean Lady has shit to do sometimes, sunshine, and you should at least know how to throw a punch. And Wolfgang teaching Lito how to actually fight, because look, flower pots are not actually a weapon, here’s a knife, oh god never mind, that is not how you hold a knife, you’re going to stab yourself, put it down.

I need someone getting dragged to a trivia night and then suddenly everyone’s there like WE ARE HERE TO FUCKING WIN. GAME FACE. THE FIRST CATEGORY IS BOLLYWOOD MOVIES, KALA, YOUR TIME TO SHINE, BABE.

I need Kala, Lito, and Nomi arguing over how they’re going to decorate Wolfgang’s apartment, because oh my God, it’s so bland, how do you stand this? No, nailing a poster of a half-naked woman to the wall does not count as décor, were you raised in a BARN?

#sense8 #i love the cluster so much y'all

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hotdamnvoltageman · 7 years

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falling in love at a coffee shop

kyohei rikudoh x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: i did say more cafe!au was coming, so... (also i agonized over a clever title for days and this is all i got)

Most mornings start like this; she and Rina unlock the shop while the night is just beginning to end. Misaki wipes the tables while her best friend retrieves their pastries from the freezer, loading batch after batch of uncooked homemade food into the ovens. They play music. Misaki writes in a notebook the screenplay she dreams will one day be accepted by someone—for now, it's only a hobby, a passion, but someday she'd like it to be a livelihood of sorts.

(She believes it will.)

They unlock the doors at six o'clock, sharp, every morning. Their regulars at that time are generally exhausted, the coffee and bakery item they get seeming to switch their power buttons. Most of them offer no more than a small tip and a tired smile, and she understands.

And then, one day, a new morning regular appears.

He arrives at seven, sharp, clearly from a morning jog, with his brown bangs clipped off to the side out of his face and a bright blue hoodie hugging his chest. His smile is infectious, his gaze discerning as it rakes over their entire establishment. It makes her more than a little nervous. He keeps one eye on everyone, constantly, and never stays longer than it takes for his smoothie to be prepared. He's always chatty at the counter, though, talking while the blender whirs in the corner. Not with other patrons (he seems wary, uncomfortable any time there's a line), but always with Misaki. The amount of money he puts in the tip jar gradually grows with each visit. Misaki learns, eventually, not to ask questions—most of them are met only with a trademark smirk or a playful wink.

("If I told everyone my secrets, it wouldn't be any fun, would it?")

***

A week after his first arrival, he shows up in a red v-neck and a black cardigan and jeans. He wears silvery aviators that reflect her like twin mirrors, and he meets her gaze over the rim of them with a crooked smile.

"Iced mocha, large, two percent," he says, then, pressing his lips into a thin line for a moment before caving, "Extra whipped cream."

She can't hide her laughter when she asks, jokingly, if he wants chocolate syrup drizzled over it. He blushes and says yes, grumbling something about meetings being torture. She laughs while she passes him his change. He drops it and more into the tip jar, winks at her over the rim of his glasses after his first sip of coffee, and leaves.

She tries very, very hard not to stare at his backside.

(She fails.)

***

Rina teases her endlessly, saying that he always smiles more and leaves more tips when Misaki's working the register. Misaki ducks her head to hide her blush and wipes aggressively at tables, and tries to convince herself she doesn't wish it was true. She starts developing a romantic comedy screenplay, and is terrified by how much it reflects her current situation.

She keeps writing it.

***

She and Rina decide to dress up during the holidays. Nothing special—a pair of fake, sparkly antlers on a headband worn towards the end of December to match the tinsel and ornaments hung inside their cafe.

"Cute," he remarks, and Misaki smiles brightly. She gently touches one of the antlers, glancing up as if to look at them.

"Thanks. Rina and I thought they'd look nice for the holidays." For some reason, his smile only splits wider.

"Those too," he replies, then takes his drink off the counter and leaves the cafe. Misaki can't stop blushing.

***

He comes morning after morning, repeatedly. For smoothies, for coffee, for tea—and she finds herself getting excited to see him. Rina teases her mercilessly, but she can't help herself. He's charming and funny and he smiles at her like he wants her to smile back, like he wants to assure her happiness.

She likes that. She likes him.

It's surprisingly not as hard to come to terms with as she'd thought.

***

The morning starts like any other. She and Rina unlock the doors. They clean, they bake, they dance between tables—and at seven in the morning Misaki finds herself watching the door. It's the first time he doesn't come in over a month, and she tries not to let her disappointment show when she rings up the other customers. When she pulls out her notebook on her lunch break, however, she can't seem to write a thing.

He comes back two days later, apologizing, but he doesn't even need to apologize because his smile is enough to brighten her mood for a full twenty-four hours and then some. She convinces herself overnight that it's nothing, but the moment she sees him again the butterflies come rushing back.

***

"Good morning!" He chimes, walking through the door. It's a meeting day; she can tell because he's wearing dark (and very fitted) jeans with a gray shirt and wine red blazer. He looks amazing. She tries not to let her eyes stray from his face too much.

"Morning, Kyo. Something sweet, I'm guessing?" She greets, and he props his shiny aviators up on his immaculate hair, smiling at her with enough charm to make her knees go weak.

"You know me so well," he replies. His expression changes to something a little more serious as he regards her, then, "So, I was wondering—"

Her heart jumps in her chest once, then again when Rina suddenly bursts through the kitchen doors with a tray of butter croissants.

"Hi, Kyo! Ooh, meeting with the executives today, huh? Good luck!" She breezes in and leaves as quickly as she'd come, and Misaki realizes that while her eyes have followed her best friend in affectionate amusement, Kyo is still looking at her.

"Oh, right!" She says, cheeks flushing. "Something sweet, maybe another mocha? Extra whip, chocolate drizzle?" Kyo smiles, but it looks wrong as he leans off the counter, fishing for his wallet in his pocket.

"Sounds great."

***

His expression changes over the next few days, like there's something bothering him. She wants to ask him what it is, but she doesn't want to overstep her boundaries. She likes this—this whatever it is they have, smiles and jokes and light flirtation. She likes it.

He isn't dressed for another meeting until four days later, when he walks through the doors looking like a dream and Misaki wonders, not for the first time, if he's some sort of model or something. If she were more caught up in fashion (or anything but movies and the cafe, actually) she might know. Kyo's stride is just slightly less smooth than usual, almost overly-suave, but she doesn't comment.

"Morning! Another meeting, huh?" He smiles tiredly and tucks his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt.

"Well, it pays the bills," he jokes, leaning against the counter.

"What would you like?" She asks, steady as she can manage because no matter how many times he comes by, that smile will always dazzle her.

"You."

"What." Her heart skips a beat, her hand froze over the touch-screen of the register, hovering. She can't even breathe, but she does finally manage to look up at him.

"Iced latte. Large. Let's try caramel this time. My best friend says it's good for focus," he says, still grinning like nothing at all has happened. She blinks away her confusion and grins.

"O-okay! Extra whip?" She tries not to let her voice shake, but her knees feel like jelly.

"Always," he replies. He puts his sunglasses back on and waits at the counter like nothing has changed, but she can feel the back of her neck burning. She stares after him as he leaves, rag wrung tightly in her hands, and wonders if she's losing her mind.

***

She must be.

At least, she's almost certain she must be, because he winks and flirts and smiles all the time and just now, Rina screamed from the office while Misaki was wiping down the tables. After rushing in and being assured that her friend wasn't dying, Rina presented her with a folded piece of paper. The contents of the tip jar are scattered on the desk in front of her.

"It's got your name on it," Rina says, bouncing excitedly in the office chair. Misaki hardly realizes it's in her hand until she starts unfolding it. There, written in red ink, are seven numbers, and three words.

Call me -Kyo

"Oh," she says, finally.

"Oh?" Rina repeats, incredulous. "Oh?! Sex on legs leaves you his number in our tip jar and all you can say is oh?!" Misaki blushes at her best friend's choice of words, and, after moments of stumbling through sentences in her head, finally blurts,

"But, why?" Rina lets out a loud wail, and throws herself against Misaki's chest.

"Rina—!"Her hug is crushing on it's intensity; Misaki is actually kind of used to it.

"I've failed you!" Rina cries, and Misaki thinks there might be actual tears on her cheeks. "A guy has been eyeing you for months and you didn't even notice—!"

And Misaki realizes, as she rubs comforting circles on Rina's back with one hand and delicately holds a slip of paper no bigger than a receipt in the other:

She has lost her mind.

***

Her bedroom is thankfully not carpeted, because she spends twenty minutes pacing back and forth, reciting what she's going to say with her phone clutched tightly in her hands. Rina is 'giving her privacy,' but she knows that her best friend is waiting in the hallway.

She stops, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and decides twenty minutes is enough. The phone rings. She's surprised she can even hear over the pounding of her heart.

"Kyo speaking," says a familiar voice.

"Hi!" She replies, too loud, too eager, already wishing she could sink through the floorboards, "It's Misaki. From the cafe. You, uh, you left your number..."

In the tip jar. For me. Specifically. Oh, God.

He mutters something that sounds vaguely like, "you actually called." She furrows her brows.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" He says. "It's good to hear from you. I was starting to think you didn't get my note." He sounds... excited. She's almost afraid to believe it, but, there it is. The most attractive man to ever walk into her cafe left her his phone number and is excited that she's calling.

"I did," she says, and curses herself for how lame it sounds. "Um—did you, uh, need something?" She thinks she hears Rina groan in the hall.

"Well, a little birdie told me your birthday was coming up," her heart starts to race, and she shoots an accusatory look at her door. Only one person would tell Kyo that their next day off just happens to be on her birthday. And when her birthday was.

"And I was wondering if I could take you out."

Full-stop. It takes her a full three seconds to remember how to breathe again, and even then she can barely form a coherent sentence.

"I—uh—" Deep breath in, she instructs herself. "I'd like that." Now, Kyo goes silent. She likes to imagine he's blushing like she is.

"Great!" He sounds nervous, and it's adorable. "Great, how about dinner? I know this great place—I could pick you up at 5, would that work?" She tries not to sound too excited as she replies.

"That sounds lovely." There's a sigh from his end that she's almost certain she didn't imagine.

"I'll see you then, Misaki," he says, and her name rolls off his tongue so easily she almost shivers. She grins like an idiot into the receiver.

"See you, Kyo."She hangs up the phone, and then Rina bursts into the room. Her apologies are muffled by hugs and excited squealing as they jump up and down, both completely elated.

Rina is totally forgiven.

***

"There's something you need to know," Kyo says, holding the car door open for her. The vehicle is sleek and black, and the chauffeur is silent and stoic.

"Don't tell me you aren't interested," she jokes, and he slides into the backseat with her, laughing. But it's a kind laugh, a warm laugh, and he looks her right in the eyes. She's reminded of the past few minutes spent at her threshold, Rina excitedly pressing for information while Kyo stole one look after another at Misaki in her dress.

(It's red. She thought it was fitting, and, evidently, he agrees.)

"I've never been more interested in anyone, Misaki." He reaches out, slowly, and takes her hand as if giving permission for her to pull away. She doesn't, and he takes a breath as if he has to steel himself.

"My name is Kyohei Rikudoh. I'm a pop star."

Everything makes so much sense, but none at all, because she's really not invested in pop music and can only smile.

"That's nice?" She replies, and Kyo, after a moment of looking her dead in the eye, bursts out laughing.

"I'll educate you on my popularity later. For now," he says, his smile going crooked and playful in a way that she can only describe as 'heart-stopping,' "Let's celebrate you."

A smile works its way across her lips, and the way he looks at her makes her feel warm. She gently squeezes the hand holding hers.

"Thank you."

***

Their second date, he stops by after hours with his guitar and serenades her, and she quickly buys almost all of Revance's discography just to hear him sing. Sometimes, he sends acoustic recordings via messenger, just for her.

The third date is in the park, with his unbelievably fluffy dog and a very pleasant breeze. They hold hands. He asks to kiss her after they laugh at a really terrible joke he got from his bandmate Nagi.

She lets him.

The dates pile up—movies, restaurants, picnics, dog walks—but the feeling of walking on air takes longer to subside.

***

Some things have definitely changed. She's happily taken, her best friend is (not so jokingly) planning a wedding for her, and she has exclusive seats at concerts and events she never before dreamed of going to. There's dog fur on some of her clothes, she has a drawer in his room in the Revance house and she knows every member of the band, and Kyo spoils her rotten despite her protests. She sent off her screenplay and got some positive responses. It's like a dream.

But, some things never change. Seven o'clock will still find Kyohei Rikudoh sauntering through the door of the cafe, with a smile on his face that could light up a city and eyes just for her.

"Something sweet?" She asks, almost always. He kisses her cheek, always, and grins like a fool in love, eyes soft and expression tender.

"You know me so well."

And, she does, now.

***

Most days end like this: her hand in his as she locks up for the night, Rina going out the back, and a smile on her face. But she knows, leaning her shoulder against his as they walk and feeling him press a kiss to the top of her head, that this only the beginning.

And she loves it.

#kyohei rikudoh #sits #Scandal in the Spotlight #cafe!au #it's back #so basically this fic became a monster #i am only a little sorry #voltage fanfiction #voltage inc #voltage inc fanfic #voltage fanfic #my writing

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“Have you thought of any names for them?” A nurse asked the woman laying beside her, several months pregnant it seemed. She then glanced over to the woman's husband as the woman had also, a grin on her face as is she were thinking.

“Well...” She started pointing at the monitor “I think this one should be Austin.” She said as she point toward one baby, that appeared to be sucking on it's thumb “It fits, right Robert? Austin. And this one.” She paused for a moment to think, seeing the other baby was a bit more feisty “I think Ad-”

“Let's name him Nathanael.” Robert finally spoke up looking at the monitor and nodding “Yeah, I like that one.” Staring at his wife she gave him a concerned look before nodding. She obviously had been thinking of a completely different name for the other twin, but she supposed she would let Robert have this one, it wasn't that big of a deal to her, of course. Originally, when they thought one of them would be a girl one of the twins was going to be named something that fit a lot better with Austin.

A Little While Later

Getting in from the hospital Karina walked inside carrying one baby carrier “Alright Aussie, stop fussing.” She cooed placing the carrier down finally as the infant inside it whimpered before having a complete meltdown just as they were brought inside. Karina sighed, obviously extremely exhausted after having just had two babies only a couple days earlier. Both of which seemed a little fussy the entire drive home. She watched as Robert finally came inside with the other baby carrier in hand and the baby bag. It was around this time that the other baby also began to fuss because of Austin's crying “Here we go, again.” Karina laughed before giving a kiss Robert and taking the baby carrier out of his hands “Can you make up their bottles, maybe that'll settle them down.” She turned to Austin's carrier and gave a exhausted smile “Right? How's that sound?” She cooed again gently reaching over to tickle lightly at his stomach “Good thing Grace is with Grandma.”

Placing Nathan's carrier beside Austin's he started to bring his arms and legs in closer to his body, his face scrunching and turning red before he let out a few whimpers of his own. Obviously he was attempting to cover his ears. Karina noticed this and frowned “Hey, hey, do-” She looked toward Austin, thinking that if he could get him calm he could prevent what was about to go down. Searching for a pacifier then she found the one she had given Austin earlier in the carrier beside him “Here.” She offered watching the other take it, but a moment later she watched him refuse to take it. Looking at Nathan then she blinked, before her eyes widened seeing he was sucking on his thumb “Oh. Ooh.” She glanced toward the kitchen where she could here Robert and then back to the twins “Well, that's surprising.” With a shrug then she continued to try and get Austin's to stop crying. It wasn't until Robert returned with a bottle and she handed it over to him, holding it for him that Austin had finally calmed down.

A Few Weeks Later

Austin was crying over something, perhaps it was the dark that had been keeping him up at night, crying. The crying had happened so often that Grace and Robert had both asked to sell him for a new brother. One of them was joking, at least. The other was a little bit more serious. Nathan on the other had, had hardly ever cried. It seemed the moment that Austin started he would stick his thumb in his mouth and this had managed to make him feel extremely calm during Austin's moments of crying. Austin was a baby, of course, both literally and emotionally. He would often cry over little things. Grace often didn't appear to enjoy playing with him, because he always seemed like he was going to break. One little wrong move and Austin would start to fuss. Nathan's thumb would find itself in his mouth and stay their for the rest of the day, furiously being sucked at.

One Year Later

Nathan was sat up, sucking on his left thumb, his right hand lifting up a block onto another next to Austin who was chewing on a megaman toy contently. It seemed that over the last year or so he had calmed down significantly enough to actually develop a personality trait that had not been ‘big cry baby’. Nathan and he garbled something back and forth in some babyish talk. Austin giggled gently at Nathan after he garbled something. Nathan continued to loosely suck at his thumb, still somewhat locked into his mouth as he eyed the toys in front of him. The two only looked up as Grace had come running across the living room followed by Robert. She started shouting for their mother, obviously wanting to show her something that she had been working on in school.

Robert looked over toward the twins then “Hey, boys. Nathan, take that out of your mouth.” The older male ordered before walking over to Nathan and picking him up, and pulling it out forcibly before placing Nathan down again “That's so disgusting.” Robert mumbled, not realizing that Nathan could understand what the other was saying, and would remember these moments.

It went on like this on and off, every day, Robert would make Nathan stop sucking on his thumb then complain to Karina about encouraging such a disgusting habit. To Robert the habit had outgrown it's cuteness and he was too old to be doing something like that.

Three Years Later

While taking a nap Nathan was sucking on the tip of his thumb absently, earlier that day he had an argument with Austin over a toy and was placed in time out by Robert who told him the next time he through a toy at Austin, that he would throw a toy at Nathan. Robert then left Nathan locked in their bedroom where he was told to stay on his bed and not move. Nathan eventually fell asleep as two hours passed and had been sleeping there for the last three hours.

The door finally opened and Karina walked in “No. Robert, Austin said it was an accident. He was waiting by the damn door when I walked into the house!” She shouted at Robert as she walked into the room toward Nathan's bed. Crouching down beside it she reached over and ran a hand over the top of his head. Blinking Nathan looked at her and frowned. Karina smiled “Come on, Nanny.” Leaning in she gave him a kiss to the forehead before pulling down the blankets and picking him up. Robert glared for a moment before sighing and walking away saying that he might have gone a little too far, and that maybe Nathan would learn a lesson about throwing toys.

Some Odd Years Later

Sitting in front of the therapist Nathan sucked nervously on his thumb, staring at the guy sitting in front of him. They tapped their pen on the paper before looking at Robert “So you've always felt him to be unnerving and strange, compared to your other children? He's hurt them, and been extremely aggressive since the day you brought him home.” They gave Robert a look before nodding “And how long has he been sucking on his thumb?”

“He's always sucked on his thumb. We've tried all kinds of things to get him to stop. Put hot sauce on it, he likes hot sauce now.” Karina answered looking at Robert, not wanting to say that her husband had gone so far as to threaten to put Nathan's thumbs in a blender. She looked at Nathan then only to watch Robert reach over and yank the thumb from Nathan's mouth and tell him to stop it.

“Oh. Well, some children usually will stop sucking their thumbs early on. Unless their's something going on. Usually it's fixation. But there are also cases that abuse makes some children continue to suck their thumb.” Making a few marks on the paper in his lap the therapist nodded " If he's been doing this since before he was born, it's probably an oral fixation." What the therapist didn't know was that Nathan's thumb sucking was because of Austin, making him extremely nervous or anxious. Which as Austin got older it began to come Robert who was making him anxious all the time and use his thumb to de-stress after every encounter they had.

The therapist smiled then and looked at the pair before looking at Nathan “Don't worry, we'll see what we can do.” Ripping the paper from their clipboard they handed it over to Robert “Give him this every day and you'll start to see significant changes, he'll be less aggressive.” Watching this go down Nathan started to suck on his thumb again, anxiously, he inhaled sharply. Not protesting, because he mostly didn't understand what was going on and he believed he was bad, and needed to do whatever to be good.

Age Eight

Yanking at his arms Nathan stared up at Breccan as the other talks “This will make you stop. I'm sure of it.” He gave a nod to one of the orderlies then and the brought Nathan closer to a bowl of liquid, dunking Nathan's thumb inside it, coating his thumb. Then doing the same to the other thumb. The orderly continued to hold Nathan's arms in a way that kept his thumbs from getting smeared as the liquid dried. Then they dunked it again, and proceeded to do this for a while.

Finally he was released with the other children in the hospital. Standing for a moment he walked over toward some toys that no one else was messing with. He could hear one kid freaking out over something and staff trying to deal with that. Sniffling as he picked up one toy he wished he were home. Feeling stressed out then as the shouting and struggling continued from behind him he moved his left hand up to suck on his thumb. Only to be hit with a bitter taste a moment later. Gagging he yanked his thumb out of his mouth and shook his hand. Blinking, he stared at his thumb before looking over. Letting out a breath he glared before slamming his hand on the floor and groaning under his breath, his anger become a little hard to control.

December 18, 2017

Nathan had been sleeping, or more, resting, for the last day. He didn't feel like moving, or doing anything at all. He just wanted to lay in the small closet in Austin's apartment, feeling safe and comfortable there, more than he had been sleeping in a big open space. The last few months of stress, being angry, and being hurt had began to manage itself. Pulling back into the recesses of his mind. Just being able to sit down and have a day where he wasn't dealing with all the shit in his world was usually something he had needed, but rarely ever got. Since he woke up in the woods. Letting out a calming sigh he continued resting. The thumb on his left hand being sucked on furiously as it helped him de-stress from everything.

Finally leaving the closet about two days after that Nathan opened the door and inhaled deeply before stretching out. Walking into the living room he noticed it was pretty earlier in the morning. He didn't feel like leaving yet, feeling that if he did leave things would just become more stressful. He was feeling that for the moment he would hold off on the stress for the moment and make something to eat, because he was starving. Hearing some snoring he looked down the hall toward Austin's room and frowned a little “Well at least he is sleeping.” With a serious look he started toward the kitchen, which wasn't very far away.

About an hour or so later Nathan was sat on the floor in the Livingston with a pile of breakfast food he made, by himself, from whatever was in the kitchen. Stabbing a fork full of pancakes, that he made, slathered in blueberry syrup on one side and strawberry on the other he shoved the bite in his mouth and chewed as he moved to grab up some sausage, ham and bacon and started to shovel it all into his mouth. Wiping his hand off then he moved it back over to the game controller in his hand and continued to play whatever game he was playing, loudly on the tv.

#Self #Breccan #Family #Austin #Robert #Karina #Past #Present

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headcanonsandmore · 4 years

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Do you have any fic recs for Ronxharry? Unfortunately there aren’t a lot of people who ship it :(

Unfortunately, Ron x Harry doesn’t have that many shippers, but -despite this- there are a lot of really great fics out there. Hope you like these, anon!

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‘Wildflowers and soft laughter’ by Cookies and Ink. Ron decides to finally confront the stranger who’d been stealing wildflowers from their front garden every weekend. He also manages to repeatedly embarrass himself in the process. Rated T.

‘Wedding Favours’ by Cookies and Ink. Harry had agreed to be Ginny’s fake boyfriend for a wedding, to keep her Mum off her back. He hadn’t expected to find someone he’d fall head over heels for there. Rated T.

Basically, check out everything by Cookies and Ink. They write so much Rarry/Harron fanfiction (often AU stuff, as well as halfway-canon stuff).

‘Engaged’ by I’mdeadsothere. All around Harry everyone is getting engaged, leaving Harry to wonder if he’ll ever have the same honor. Especially when the one person he truly loves, well, it’s complicated. Rated T. Contains strong language.

‘Beds’ by I’mdeadsothere. Now that the war is over Harry treats himself by buying a nice big fluffy bed. Only it’s too nice, too fluffy, and WAY too big. Ron has the perfect solution, but it’ll change a lot more than just how Harry feels about his bed. Rated T. Contains strong language. (This one also has Hermione ‘biggest Rarry shipper on the planet’ Granger involved, so that’s a plus).

(WARNING- FLAGRANT SELF-PROMOTION) There’s also my own ‘Having trouble sleeping?’, which is about Ron being the crush of both Hermione and Harry. It doesn’t have Ron choosing one person over the other, but focuses more on why Ron is so loveable. Rated T.

Life DrawingDean watches, and sees something unexpected.Again, the descriptions! My lord the descriptions, and also you will relate very much to Dean if you’ve ever worked with pencils.

Our Inner BeastsLater, Madam Pomfrey would tell them that both Bill and Ron were going to survive. But she had no idea what the effects of a werewolf bite, when the werewolf was still in human form, could do to their behaviour.Okay, who’s up for writing more Creature!Ron fics? Seriously. Someone do some more of those. Here we have Ron as a werewolf, aggressive, feral, self-loathing… doesn’t matter, Harry loves him.

What HappenedThat’s just the thing, though. He doesn’t know what happened. He can’t pinpoint a single event where everything suddenly made sense. There was no epiphany or choir of angels or aligning of stars, or any of the other rubbish Parvati goes on about in the Great Hall. There’s no one moment when he realized, “Oh.”Ron and Harry’s friendship, only it’s not just friendship. The last line will make you want to put on some epic music.

Sonnets of Magical InterferenceHarry receives some strange notes about his love life, or lack thereof.By the end of that fic, you might just cheer for a very controversial character.

HeavenHarry’s heaven includes Ron.Features Ron being emotional over a movie, Chinese takeout, and Harry being a sap. What more could you ask for?

Harry Potter And The World That Went Bloody Insane“I know something you don’t know” is, apparently, the essence of Harry Potter’s love life. Harry’s certain that the world has been reading one too many romance novels, but then, Harry’s always been a bit oblivious. Featuring Protective!Attentive!Caring!Ron and Oblivious!Harry in their stinky flat and everyone shipping Harry/Ron. It’s awesome.

Check MateHarry questions his dreams, Ron has a scary one of his own, Hermione and Cho plot, and Seamus and Dean obsess. Harry’s subconscious has lots of funny ideas. Ron is ridiculously cute. Might be a bit difficult to read because of FFN’s shitty formating for line breaks.

Newton’s LawFor every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction Check out this author’s other Harry/Ron fics. I especially like Brass Ring; in the meantime, have a rather in-character reaction of Hermione and Ginny finding out about their ex-boyfriends dating. Hey, not my fault if JKR doesn’t know how to write strong female characters without making them abusive.

Sleeping BeautyThe most gen ever retelling of Sleeping Beauty.Who cares if it’s gen, it’s amazing. Harry sleeps, Ron is wonderful, and ants get colorful.

~~~~~Hope you like these! Thanks for the ask!

#ask #anon #fanfic recs #fanfiction recommendations #ronarry #harron #rarry #harry x ron #ron x harry #'the person harry potter would miss most'#harry's wheezy #wheezy #harry loves ron SO MUCH #ron loves harry SO MUCH

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Rarry recs please I need this to get out of bed today

Sure! Hope you like these!

‘Wildflowers and soft laughter’ by Cookies and Ink. Ron decides to finally confront the stranger who'd been stealing wildflowers from their front garden every weekend. He also manages to repeatedly embarrass himself in the process. Rated T.

‘Wedding Favours’ by Cookies and Ink. Harry had agreed to be Ginny's fake boyfriend for a wedding, to keep her Mum off her back. He hadn't expected to find someone he'd fall head over heels for there. Rated T.

Basically, check out everything by Cookies and Ink. They write so much Rarry/Harron fanfiction (often AU stuff, as well as halfway-canon stuff).

‘Engaged’ by I’mdeadsothere. All around Harry everyone is getting engaged, leaving Harry to wonder if he'll ever have the same honor. Especially when the one person he truly loves, well, it's complicated. Rated T. Contains strong language.

‘Beds’ by I’mdeadsothere. Now that the war is over Harry treats himself by buying a nice big fluffy bed. Only it's too nice, too fluffy, and WAY too big. Ron has the perfect solution, but it'll change a lot more than just how Harry feels about his bed. Rated T. Contains strong language. (This one also has Hermione ‘biggest Rarry shipper on the planet’ Granger involved, so that’s a plus).