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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 65: Something I Need To Tell You

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

Kakucho helps you and Kimiko out of the car, while Kenma trails behind you, seemingly busy on his phone. Ran had volunteered to stay behind to answer more of the detective's questions so that you wouldn't miss any part of the finals, but you got the feeling they knew each other and wouldn't be surprised if Ran involved him in his not so legal activities before he'd decided to do everything by the book. You can only assume he's going to try and make whatever that snake did to the brat much worse than it was and you can't say you're upset about it.

You grab your passes from the ticket counter before you're making your way into the arena. You know the place like the back of your hand, having visited many times to support Kageyama so you lead the two men towards the side you're supposed to be on. You're sad that you didn't have time to change into one of Sakusa's jerseys. You had swiped one of them from him in hopes of surprising him tonight but with everything that's happened, you didn't have time to grab it from your room.

"There you guys are!" You hear someone call out, turning your head towards the direction of the voice you break out into a smile when you see Kuroo making his way towards your little group. He pulls you and Kimi into a hug before planting kisses all over Kimi's face causing her to giggle. "Kenma asked me to get you some jerseys." He says while handing you a bag with a jersey for you and the brat. You turn your attention to Kenma who just shrugs and tells you to put it on.

You hand Kimi over to Kuroo before quickly slipping the jersey over your head. Then taking the other one and slipping it over Kimi. "You look just like daddy now!" You watch as a grin appears on her face, clearly happy to be like her dad. She was the spitting image of him and with the jersey on it was as if there was a mini Kiyoomi in front of you. Kuroo hands her back to you before excusing himself to go do whatever it is he does, truthfully you're not too sure what his job description is.

You make a beeline to the court, giving a smile and flashing your passes to security before your eyes lock onto a certain black haired male. "Daddy!" Kimi is clearly very excited to see her dad again, calling out to him as soon as you step onto the court. You watch as Sakusa's face instantly turns into relief when he sees the both of you there waving at him. He quickly makes his way over to the both of you, ignoring the teasing from his teammates. As soon as he's within reach Kimi is asking for him to take her from your arms.

He plants a few kisses on her face before he's turning his attention to you. You notice the smile drop on his face before he's reaching his free hand out to you. "What happened to your cheek Darling?" You had forgotten that there was a band-aid on your cheek covering the scratch you'd received from your small altercation earlier. You shake your head before taking his hand in yours. "Remember the cat café? I don't think one of the cats appreciated me playing with her kitten." It felt gross to lie to him even if it was a white lie but you didn't want to distract him from doing his best tonight by telling the truth.

You watch as his eyes soften before he's tugging your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Omi?" You look up from where your head is resting on his chest. He lets out a hum letting you know that he's listening. "Can we talk after the game? There's something I need to tell you. It's nothing bad, but I want you to hear it from me. Okay?" He looks down at you, you notice the concern in his eyes. You hate how you're worrying him but you just need to let him know that there's something you want to talk about and that you aren't planning on hiding it from him.

"Just kick butt out there and we'll talk later. Okay? It's good news. Well I hope you take it as good news. Alright?" You reach up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Go out there tonight and do your best, babe. And me and the brat will be cheering you on. Okay?" You watch as a smile forms on his lips before he's planting a kiss on Kimi's cheek. "Yeah daddy! Kick butt tonight!" You both chuckle at her excitement before Hinata is plucking Kimi out of Sakusa's hands, wanting some time with her before the match begins.

Normally Sakusa wasn't one for PDA but he had sensed that you needed it. He could tell by your body language that you were hiding something but he just chalked it up to whatever you wanted to tell him after the game, so he holds you and let's you lean into him for a few more minutes, not at all concerned about the looks his teammates or the fans are giving the both of you.

"I should get going, you need to warm up." You say while slowly untangling yourself from him. He nods before leaning down to plant one more kiss on your lips. "I love you." You can't help but grin before stealing a kiss and pulling away. "I love you too!" You give him a wave before wrestling Kimi out of Bokuto's hold, the silver haired male holding her above his head while she pretended to be an airplane. "Good luck and have fun tonight!" You tell the rest of your boys before you're making your way back to your seats.

Surprise! I'm updating early because I felt bad for leaving y'all hanging for like 10 days last time.

Y'all really wanted to give Emiko a beating. Lmaooo. She definitely deserved to get hit a few more times but there was a baby in the room and we were on a time crunch.

What even is Kuroo's actual job lmao.

Communication is key to a good relationship lol.

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The Entertainer - Track 10 - Let's Make the Most of It

Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar.

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It was a zoo backstage, people zipping back and forth to prepare for Wildfire’s two final shows of their west coast tour. Halo and I helped with whatever we could, but mostly tried to stay out of everybody’s way. The buzz in the air was contagious though, as music rang through the hallway.

“Livin’ on rock-n-roll music Never worry ‘bout the things we were missing When we got up on the stage and got ready to play Everybody’d listen.”

“So did Lee ever apologize?” asked Halo as she bit into her hamburger.

I joined her at the table with a plate of my own, where I spread mayonnaise on the bun.

“Indirectly,” I replied. “Harry said he apologized to him and everything’s okay now.”

“For the sake of the band, I’m sure.”

“Yeah. But I’m fine with it. I don’t wanna be the one to come between them. Plus it means the ban has been lifted.”

Halo nodded as she chewed.

“Not like I was following it anyway,” she chuckled.

“Halo? We haven’t really talked about it…but what is your plan when they leave? We can’t exactly follow them all around the world.”

Halo paused for a moment, then swallowed and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“If Mitch were to ask me, I’d go. But he hasn’t asked.”

“Oh.”

“Why?” Halo lifted her burger. “Has Harry asked you?”

I shook my head.

“It’s just as well,” she said. “I mean, what are we gonna do, be groupies forever? We have to make a living.”

I picked at my own hamburger, my appetite suddenly gone.

“Sorry, Sky. I know you hate that word. I don’t really consider you a groupie.”

“I know,” I replied softly. “And you’re right.”

“Excuse me,” I suddenly heard a voice say behind me. A female voice, with a British accent.

I turned around to see a pretty girl who looked around my age. She wore a long burgundy coat with fur trim, and a pair of matching lace-up boots. Her shoulder-length hair was the kind of brown that I always wished mine would be, like it had been sun drenched and dipped in a vat of caramel, then painted in even strokes with wine.

“Can we help you?” asked Halo.

“I hope so. Can you tell me where I might find Harry Styles?”

“Maybe,” Halo replied smugly. “Who are you?”

She didn’t have to give her name. I knew exactly who she was.

“Just an old friend,” she smiled.

Halo glared at me, waiting for a response or the go-ahead. But no words escaped my lips. I simply stared at her, my ass glued to my chair.

“Well old friend,” Halo smirked, “Harry and the rest of the band just finished rehearsal and they went to the hotel to get ready for tonight.”

“Oh, of course. Well…I’ll just try to catch him after the show, then. Cheers!”

“Who was that?” Halo mouthed at me as I watched the back of the other girl’s head leave the room.

I released a deep breath and shut my eyes. This couldn’t be happening.

“Pretty sure that was Pippa,” I mumbled.

“Pippa?” Halo gasped. “The Pippa?”

I nodded with a groan as I put my elbows on the table and rested my head on my hands.

“What is she doing here?”

“I’m assuming she wants to see Harry.”

“She came all the way from England?”

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“She’s really pretty.”

“Shut up, Halo.”

“Sorry.”

I gulped as I stared down at my uneaten hamburger.

“I’m gonna go back to the room,” I announced as I rose from my seat.

“But you’re already dressed,” argued Halo, gesturing to the outfit I’d changed into earlier.

“I know. I just need…solitude for a little while.”

Though I tried to take a nap, I couldn’t. I kept seeing Pippa’s face behind my eyelids, hearing the ring of her accent in my ears. I finally had an image to put with Harry’s description of the night Simon died, when she’d confessed she had feelings for him. There was no doubt she was beautiful, and it was a wonder Harry had been able to resist her at all.

Finally giving up on sleep, I rose from the bed and freshened up before making my way back to the venue. Halo practically ran to me when she saw me coming down the hall and had to stop fast when she reached me.

“Harry was looking for you,” she said nearly out of breath.

“What’d you tell him?”

“That you’d gone to rest.”

“Where is he now?”

“In there,” she pointed to a closed door at the end of the hall.

“She hasn’t come back, has she?” I asked quietly.

“Nope.”

I knocked gently on the door before entering, though there was no need to. Peeking my head in, I saw Harry sitting on a chair with his guitar. His eyes lit up when he saw me which made me feel a hundred times better instantly.

“Hi!” he greeted, standing up and setting his guitar on the sofa beside him.

“Hi. You were looking for me?”

“Yeah.”

Shutting the door behind me, I leaned back against it.

“What’d you need?”

Harry grinned as he stepped closer to me, taking my hands.

“You.”

“Me?”

He blinked and nodded slowly, tilting his head until his lips met mine. I stared at him breathlessly when they separated, my heart racing in my chest.

“Well…what can I do for you?”

Harry chuckled. “Nothin’. You just did it. Just wanted to see you before I went on stage.”

“Oh,” I smiled. “Well, that’s nice.”

He bit his lip as his eyes roamed my body.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his fingers grazing my shoulder as he pushed my hair back.

Pippa who? I thought to myself as my heart beat faster.

Halo and I watched the show from the side of the stage, where we could see the audience. I spotted the blonde girl - the toe stomper and her friend on the front row. I let my eyes peruse the area for Pippa, but I never came across her.

It felt a little bittersweet, watching Wildfire and knowing they only had one more show before heading east. I began to wonder what I would say if Harry did ask me to come along. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? I couldn’t go on tour with him. I was a California girl, and other than traveling the coast to see a few bands, I had never left my home state.

Finishing one of my favorite songs, Harry returned his microphone to the stand and looked over at me. When our eyes met, he smiled his dimpled smile before introducing the next tune, the final song of the evening. The crowd went wild, cheering and singing along to their biggest hit. I was quickly reminded of the show in Chula Vista at the honky tonk when no one knew their songs yet. I thought of the time Harry and I had shared since then. I thought of our conversation the other night in my bedroom.

“I am the entertainer I’m here to do my show You’ve heard my latest record It’s been on the radio…”

As much as I would insist that he was indeed a rockstar, I understood what he meant about being an entertainer. He was entertaining everyone in that room with his charisma, his talent and his love for music.

The band gathered backstage after the concert, the energy still filling the room and bouncing off the walls. Harry found me in the middle of the hallway and picked me up and spun me around. I giggled as he set me down and planted a big fat kiss on my mouth.

“That felt great!” he exclaimed. “Think that might’ve been the best show we’ve ever done.”

“Yeah, it w-“

“It was brilliant,” a voice interrupted me.

I froze. I knew she was coming back after the show, but a part of me had hoped she’d changed her mind. I saw Harry’s face before I saw hers, his eyes wide, his expression incredulous as he released me from his arms.

“Pippa?”

“Hello, Harry.”

“Pi- wha’…what are you doing here?”

“Well, I…” she paused, her gaze shifting. “I came to see you.”

“Oh.”

Pippa grinned. “I would ask how you’ve been, but that concert gave me the answer. Good job, Harry. I always knew you’d make it.”

Harry swallowed nervously. “Thanks.”

Looking around the room again, Pippa licked her lips.

“Think we could go somewhere to talk?”

“Um…” Harry looked from Pippa to me, then back to her.

Suddenly feeling like a third wheel, I spoke up.

“Go,” I said, touching his arm. “Catch up with your friend.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind?”

I smiled at his concern, though I was faking it the best I could.

“Go. She came all this way.”

“Thanks. I’ll um…”

I nodded. “Just call my room when you get to yours. I’ll meet you.”

As I gave him a kiss on the cheek, I heard Pippa say “Thanks, love,” though I wasn’t sure if it was meant for me or Harry.

I walked towards Halo at the end of the hall, and she whispered to me with a nudge.

“You okay?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’m assuming you’re staying with Mitch tonight?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded. “Okay. See you in the morning.”

Passing Mr. Irving on my way out the door, he gave me a smile and a wave. I returned the wave, but at that moment, I just couldn’t manage to fake another smile.

1AM. I hadn’t heard from Harry yet, and I was getting a little anxious. Trying to distract myself, I played a little guitar, then turned on the television.

2AM. Nothing. The concert had ended three hours ago. Where was he? I considered calling his room, but I couldn’t remember the number. I was being ridiculous anyway. He’d call when he returned.

3AM. Still nothing. Maybe he had actually gotten back but thought I’d be asleep, so he went to sleep himself. Rising from the bed, I grabbed my key and opened my door, determined to find him.

His floor was semi-dark, lit only by dim sconces on the walls. All was quiet except for a low sound that seemed to be coming from further down the hall where I was headed.

Stopping in front of a door, I began to second guess myself. I couldn’t remember which room was Harry’s. Looking between two doors, I tried to recall which one he was staying in. I thought it had been the one on the right, but maybe I had it backwards and it was in fact the one on the left.

Finally sticking with my first choice, I raised my fist to knock, stopping mid-way. I heard the low sound again, but this time it was louder and accompanied by a similar, higher-pitched one. Fuck.

The moans increased, both in speed and volume and there was no doubt someone was having sex on the other side of that door. For a moment I thought maybe I had the wrong room until the male voice said a few words in a British accent. No!

Just as though someone had pushed me, I fell back against the wall. Covering my mouth with my hand, I slid down to the carpet, a river of tears flowing instantly. No, God, No!

Had I any strength in my legs, I would have gotten up off the floor and run as fast as I could. But instead I sat there in a ball, my entire body shaking with sobs, my eyes so full of tears I wouldn’t have been able to see where I was going anyway.

I’m not really sure how long I stayed on that floor. But when I felt like I’d exhausted all the anguish I possibly could, I wiped my face dry and stood up. I stared at the door for a moment, cursing it and the people inside, then I turned and walked slowly to the elevator.

My room was too quiet. Tossing my key on the nightstand, I turned on the radio for company. Normally I wouldn’t have been able to sleep with music, but I needed noise. Something, anything besides the angry voices in my head that kept saying “I told you so.”

“But all in war is so cold You either win or lose When all is put away The losing side I’ll play…”

I let Stevie Wonder soothe me as I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. My chest still shook as I gulped back a few more stray tears, until finally I laid completely numb.

“A writer takes his pen To write the words again That all in love is fair.”

I awoke to a knock at the door. Ignoring it, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but the visitor was persistent, and the knocks continued louder until I finally groaned and went to answer it. Barely opening it enough to stick my head through, I saw Harry standing there, his hands in his pockets.

“Good morning,” he greeted with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Hi.”

“What happened to you last night?”

“What do you mean?”

Harry scratched his head. “Um…well, I rang your room a couple times and you didn’t answer.”

“I had a headache,” I lied, “so I went to sleep.”

“Oh. Do you wanna get breakfast?”

“No, not really.”

“Oh. Um…can I come in?”

“What for?”

Harry blinked, his crestfallen face making me feel a tinge sorry for him.

“Um…to see you. To talk.”

So, he wanted to explain himself, I thought. Fine. With a sigh, I stepped back and let him in my room. Shutting the door, I turned and looked at him. For a moment he didn’t seem like the strong, confident Harry Styles I knew. He looked like a confused little boy.

“What’d you wanna talk about?” I asked, dropping my hands at my sides.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” I replied sharply and a little too quickly.

“Yeah there is. You’re upset.”

“I’m fine, Harry,” I remarked, crossing my arms in defense.

He let out a breath through his nose and sat down on my bed. I remained standing against the wall, not bothering to take one step. I watched as he fidgeted with his rings before raising his eyes to mine.

“Sorry about Pippa,” he said.

“What?”

“I know it made you uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? Is that what he’d call it? I blinked back the tears I felt reforming in my eyes.

“I needed to talk to her though. You understand that, right?”

I swallowed hard, feeling dizzy and sick to my stomach. “You talked?”

“Yeah. We sat in the bar well after three. We got everything out on the table. All the resentment, the pain…her feelings towards me. She admitted she’d felt like she had lost Simon long before he died. And when he did, she felt tremendous guilt and didn’t know how to handle it.”

“And you?” I asked softly, afraid of the answer. “Does she still have feelings for you?”

Harry shrugged. “She says she still cares for me. I reckon she might’ve been attracted to me in the beginning, but her love for Simon overrode that. And when he started in on the drugs, she found herself struggling with her emotions.”

I remained silent as he looked down at his hands again.

“Doesn’t matter anyway. We both got the closure we needed. And then I took her to the airport.”

“She’s gone?”

“Yeah. She had an early flight to New York.”

“Oh my God,” I muttered, throwing my head back. What on Earth had I done?

Harry ran a hand down his face, breathing out a heavy sigh.

“I’m so fucking tired, too. Hardly got much sleep,” he complained. “Deacon’s room is next to mine and he’s got some chick in there. They were so loud, I could hear them through the wall. That was when I called you, but you didn’t answer. I almost came down here, but I reckoned you were sleeping, like you said. So I tried to get some sleep myself, but man, those two…fuck.”

“Oh my God, I’m an idiot!” I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands

“What?”

“Harry, I’m so stupid. I thought…oh God.” Lowering my hands, I saw his confused face again. “I went to your room last night. When you hadn’t come back, I went to find you. But I couldn’t remember which room was yours.”

“You thought I was with Pippa.”

I nodded.

“In my room.”

I nodded again, a single tear trickling down my cheek.

“Only you thought Deacon’s room was my room.”

“I couldn’t remember. And I heard the sounds and…”

My chest shook as I drew in a hitched breath.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Harry shook his head, a kindness in his eyes. Then he held out his hand for me.

“C’mere,” he beckoned softly.

Hesitantly, I took his hand. He pulled me to him where I landed in his lap. I giggled shyly at the sudden contact until I saw the expression on his face. Pushing my hair from my face, he leaned his forehead against mine.

“I hate that you thought that,” he murmured.

“I’m sorry. I was an idiot.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“I don’t wanna be that girl, Harry.”

“What girl?”

“The jealous type. That’s not me.”

Harry smirked. “Sure it is.”

“No, it’s not! I swear! I’m not clingy.”

“I didn’t say you were clingy.”

“I’m not expecting anything from you, Harry,” I explained.

He stared at me a moment before asking, “Aren’t you?”

“Huh? No.”

With a deep sigh, Harry shifted me from his lap to lay me down on the bed. Then kicking off his shoes, he situated himself above me, his green eyes telling me things I wasn’t sure he was willing to reveal.

“I like you, Sky. I really, really like you,” he admitted. “I’d even go as far as to say I’ve never felt this way…about anyone before.”

A gentle smile grew on my lips and I raised a hand to touch his cheek.

“You’ve…done something to me,” he continued. “Something I can’t really even explain. Because…it’s something I’d never thought I’d feel. We have a special connection, and I don’t take that for granted.”

I bit my lip as I nodded.

“But…I’m in a band. I’m going on the road. Overseas, even. And although I’d love for you to come along, I know it’s unrealistic. You have a life here.”

“I know.”

“There will be other girls, too. Lots of girls, whether I want them or not.”

“I know, Harry. That’s what I was trying to say. I understand.”

Harry blinked as I continued to stroke his unshaven jaw.

“It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to wait for me. So…I can’t…”

“You can’t commit to me,” I answered for him.

“Yeah.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I’m just glad you’re here right now.”

Wildfire’s final west coast show was a party to say the least. The entire backstage area was decorated with good luck signs, and I even saw a few in the audience. The band added their cover of “Honky Tonk Women” to the setlist for fun, and the crowd ate it up.

After the show, Mr. Irving gave a toast, and Harry and I (and probably everyone else) got a little tipsy and ended up giggling up to his hotel room.

“Harry,” I whined when he shut the door behind me. “I should probably go to my room and get my bag.”

“What for?”

I gave a cheeky grin. “My yellow pajamas are in there.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You won’t be needing those, baby.”

I giggled again as he pulled me to him and began nibbling on my neck. Sliding the strap of my top down my shoulder, his lips traveled down my skin, leaving goosebumps.

“Harry…” I said again in a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You’re leaving tomorrow.”

Pausing his caresses, he raised his head to look at me.

“We haven’t said our goodbyes yet,” I choked.

Sliding his hand under my ear, his lips grazing mine, he whispered. “Then let’s make the most of it, yeah?”

His tongue filled my mouth with water kisses, the air in my lungs temporarily absent. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the floor and onto the bed. Taking off his shirt, he threw it on the floor next to his discarded boots. Neither of us said a word, though his eyes told me everything. And like in every situation, I heard music in my head.

“Tonight the light of love is in your eyes…”

I knew he felt it. Even if he didn’t say it. He didn’t have to. And I’d fallen long ago. I knew it wasn’t just sex. And I wasn’t a groupie. It was love.

“Tonight with words unspoken You say that I’m the only one But will my heart be broken When the night meets the morning sun…”

I knew the truth. My heart was getting ready to be broken. But then again…I’d known that all along.

The jet engine whined loudly as the wind blew my hair in my face. I tried to push it back only to have it fly right back to where it was, obscuring my view.

I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry. I’d done enough of it the night before after Harry had fallen asleep, and again that morning in the bathroom.

“Alright guys, ready when you are,” said Mr. Irving.

He climbed the stairs into the plane first, Lee and Deacon following. Halo stopped Mitch on the stairs to give him her final kisses, making a complete show of it.

“I guess this is goodbye now,” Harry shrugged.

“Yeah.”

He took a step closer, grazing my chin with his thumb.

“I’m gonna miss you, Mary Lou Jones.”

Pushing his hand away, I shook my head as I felt the unwanted tears start to come.

“Don’t. Please.”

I heard him sigh. “I hope you know how special you are to me.”

Blinking, I looked up at him. “Me too.”

Lifting my hand to the locket around my neck, I reached for his cross with my other.

“Never forget…right?”

His jaw set, like he was trying to keep from crying too, he nodded. This was so hard.

“Do…do I at least get a hug?”

I nodded then, finally releasing a few tears even though I tried to wipe them away quickly. I wrapped my arms around him, taking in his scent one last time. I kissed him on the cheek, letting my lips linger on his skin before I whispered in his ear.

“I love you.”

I felt Harry’s arms fall from my waist as I pulled back. His face looked puzzled, his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I…I’m leaving, Sky.”

“I know.”

“Why would you say that now? Why would you-“

I pressed my finger to his lips to hush him.

“You’re special to me, Harry. I’m proud of you. I love you. Okay?”

He nodded, my finger still on his mouth. When I released it, he sucked in a breath. I thought for a moment he was going to say it back, but he didn’t.

“Thanks.”

I smiled meekly as I took his hand.

“Go. Be great. I know you will.”

His expression solemn, he slowly walked to the plane. Unable to watch him leave, I turned around.

“Sky!” I heard him call, stopping me in my tracks.

“Yes?”

Sucking in his lips, he walked back towards me.

“If I had asked…would you have come with me?”

I blinked rapidly as I stared at him. What was I supposed to say? I had no clue. Finally I lowered my eyes and shook my head.

“No.”

With a nod, Harry started for the jet again. When he reached the steps, I ran up to him.

“Are…are you…asking?”

Harry gulped hard and shook his head.

“No.”

Halo drove my car home, knowing I was unable to. I wasn’t crying on the outside, but on the inside I was like a volcano about to erupt. She turned the key in the ignition and Linda Ronstadt’s voice filled the car.

“Living in a memory of a love that never was…”

“Sorry,” mumbled Halo, turning down the volume.

“It’s okay. This song is perfect actually.”

I let the tears fall then as I gazed out the window.

“I’ve done everything I know To try and make you mine And I think I’m gonna love you For a long, long time…”

And just like that, Harry Styles walked out of my life. I’m not bitter, nor do I have any regrets. I only have fond memories, no hurt or pain.

I had never met anyone like Harry Styles before, nor have I met anyone like him since. He’s still the only person I ever knew to love music as much as I do, and I’m so proud to have been a part of his early steps in reaching his dreams.

Wildfire eventually disbanded in 1981 and Harry took on a solo project which did fairly well, though I never saw him in concert again. I did go to a concert at the Forum in the early 80s (pretty sure it was Journey, or maybe Van Halen) and I looked over the aisle to my right to see a young man who looked a lot like Harry. It could have been him, but it was dark and I wasn’t sure if he saw me. As I look back now, I sort of wish I had gone up to him, just to say hello. But I suppose I was afraid he wouldn’t remember me. And I wanted all my memories of him to be good.

Like Halo said, sometimes people come into your life for a reason. They may not stay forever, but your life is forever changed because they touched it. Harry had touched my life in a way that was immeasurable. I suppose a little part of me will always be in love with him. And I will never, ever forget him.

THE END...

or is it??

Songs mentioned:

Boston - Rock & Roll Band

Billy Joel - The Entertainer

Stevie Wonder - All In Love Is Fair

Carole King - Will You Love Me Tomorrow

Linda Ronstadt - Long, Long Time

If you'd like to listen to the entire soundtrack, check out my playlist on spotify :).

I know, I know. It hurts. It hurt me re-reading this for the millionth time. I actually hope the emotions were evoked because that was my goal. Please message me to let me know what you thought of this story. It's still very special to me.

So that was going to be the end. Just a little mini fic. But later I got a couple little birdies in my ear asking if I could write something where Sky does actually run into Harry again, like a what-if. As I started writing, my original plan was just a few chapters, like "bonus tracks", but they soon grew into an entire fic, even longer than the original. I'll be reposting the sequel soon. Maybe not daily, more like weekly or maybe twice a week. If you'd like to be on a taglist, let me know.

Thank you so much for reading! - Court xo

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[holybananafuck]

Black Swan/ d.r.w pt. 5

part 4

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Word Count: 6383

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS SFW, HOWEVER OTHERS MAY NOT BE! another one of those dreams, extremely descriptive details of a car accident, panic attack, alludes to depression, period talk, body image issues, soft caregiving danny, lots of crying, the most painful fluff

A/N: sorry it’s been over a month… i think i’ve finally figured out the storyline and hope to update more frequently! thank you to everyone who helped me out of the writers block for this piece! also made a playlist (finally)

black swan playlist (x)

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“Y/N? Where are you?”

You try to open your eyes in response to the oddly familiar voice as it grows louder from you ignoring it. You’re finally able to work your eyes open and take in your surroundings. You’re sitting on a scratchy grey carpet in your notorious tiny black dress, back against the cold wall. You look around to see you’re in a bedroom before it dawns on you the exact setting.

“Y/N? I’m not kidding, where are you? Are you okay? Helloooo? Answer me, Y/N.” You feel waves of sound rumbling in your hand, you look down to see you’re on a phone call.

Ryan🤞🏻💛

3:33

Ryan? What is going on?

“No. I-I’m at Savannah’s. I need you to get me. Please?”

Fuck. Reliving the night of the accident.

“Yeah, of course. Can you send me your location?”

You watch as your hands that don’t feel like your own fumble to share your location. You’ve relived this moment so many times before, but you’d never been able to change the outcome no matter what you did.

“Stay on the phone with me so I know you’re okay.”

Not again. This happens every time. Why can’t I change it? Why can’t I hang up?

“Okay, hurry? I’m scared, Ryan.”

No. No. No.

“I know, buddy. It says 20 minutes, I’ll be there in 10. Don’t move and don’t hang up.”

Each time that god forsaken word leaves your lips you wish it were you instead of him. Your mind continuously forces you to relive the guilt that’s been eating away at you for years. The one place you could save him but you’d never been able to.

“Stop! Stop you fucking idiot!” Ryan’s voice fades out as the sound of car horns and crashing vehicles echo around the room.

“Ryan? Ryan, are you okay?” You try to scream over the blaring horns, only to receive a faint answer that you’re still not entirely sure you hadn’t made up.

“Tell mom I love her.” His voice sounds as if his lungs are drowning, choking on his own blood as it fills them.

“What’s happening? Answer me! What the fuck, Ryan?” Your questions are shortly answered by deafening sirens wailing in the background.

After trying for so long to wake up, you feel your eyes open, but your surroundings are nothing but a black slate. You look around only to be met with nothing but darkness and the sound of water dripping into a puddle.

Not again.

An illuminated figure starts to approach you from the darkness, this time in no form you recognize. It begins humming a tune you’ve never heard as it approaches you. Its stride is struggled, each step dragging as it approaches you.

“Follow him, for he is the light.” It reaches a hand out to you with an orb in it, speaking in a distorted yet familiar voice.

“What is this? Who are you?” You try to scream, but the air in your lungs feels limited.

“He is the light, let him guide you to peace. He is the key.”

The orb is released into your lap, leaving a searing sensation against your thighs. You try to scream. Out of pain or for help, you’re unsure, perhaps both.

“Shh, s’okay. I’m right here. I have you.” A voice echoes through the abyss.

It’s him.

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“Shh, s’okay. I’m right here. I have you.” Danny kneels next to your bed, cradling you in his arms.

You feel his thumb gently graze your cheek until you’re finally able to open your eyes. He looks so worried, so scared.

“Danny?” You reach a hand out to touch his face, making sure he’s real.

“Morning, beautiful. I- are you okay? What happened?” He places his hand over yours.

“Nightmare. I don’t wanna talk about it yet.” Tears rush down your face mixing with the salty sweat coating your cold skin.

“It’s okay, when you’re ready.” He wipes the tears from your cheek. “I’m right here for you, always.”

You let go of him to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Your meeting?” You question.

“It’s only 7:45, I wanted to bring you breakfast before you left for work.” He gestures up to your dresser to the iced coffee and white paper bag. “Wanted to see you.”

“Thank you.” You stand up from the bed, allowing yourself to fall into his arms.

“Baby, you’re so cold.” Danny rubs his palms up and down your arms in attempts to warm your skin. “C’mon let's get you in the shower.”

Danny picks you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your head falling into the space between his shoulder and neck. His hands are supporting your weight right under your thighs, his thumbs rubbing up and down your skin. You close your eyes and take in his embrace, the scent of his cologne on his skin and the hair products holding his curls together. You tighten your limbs around him, wanting him closer to you. His hold on you tightens in response, only letting go when he sits you on the lid to the toilet. Danny cups your face and places a kiss on your lips before hesitantly pulling away. He leans over and starts the shower, turning the handle almost on the hottest temperature. The bathroom starts to fill up with steam in turn warming your skin. Danny saunters off to grab your clothes, returning a few minutes later with an outfit suitable for work.

“Do you want help?” He asks as he places your clothes on the counter.

“N-no. I got it, I think.” You move your tired arms to meet the bottom of your shirt.

“Okay. I’m gonna go feed Menchi and clean up a little. If you need me, call for me. I’m right here.” He gives you one more kiss before leaving the bathroom.

He leaves the door cracked as he exits, making it so you can hear one another. You step into the shower and everything comes crashing down onto you. Every pent up emotion over the last couple of years hits you like a truck. The heat of the water starts to become overwhelming, your body growing numb under the temperature. You rest your back against the harsh cold of the tile wall which only makes you feel worse. Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill with tears again, the once deafening sound of water hitting the floor fading into muffled nothing as you slide to the bottom of the tub. Guilt. Shame. Sadness. It all washes over you as you pull your knees to your chest, sobbing into the reddened skin. Between sobs you hear footsteps approach the door, followed by a knock on the frame.

“Y/N? You okay?” Danny quietly asks through the crack, only allowing himself past the threshold when he’s met with sobbing in place of a verbal answer.

You watch through the curtain as his broad figure gets closer to the tub. His fingers gently tug the curtain back enough for him to check on you.

“Baby…” His voice trails off, facial expression growing sad.

He continues to look at you, but you can’t tell in what way. Shame? Shock? You start to cry harder at the idea of his silent thoughts.

“No, no, no. Baby, don’t cry. Please? Tell me what you need.”

Worry. He’s worried. Scared, maybe?

“You. I-I need you.” You answer through hitched breaths.

No other thought crosses his mind, you need him and that’s all he had to hear. He climbs in fully clothed and sits next to you under the hot water, pulling you into his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, I got you. Breathe with me. Can you breathe with me?”

You nod and start to follow the cadence of his breath.

“I’m here, but you gotta talk to me. I can’t help you if you lock me out.” He runs his fingers through your soaking wet hair.

You lean into his touch allowing the comfort of his presence to soothe you. How could someone show so much love and compassion for someone like you? For someone so broken and hopeless? All you can do is get worked up again.

“Baby, you gotta talk to me. I need to know what’s going on in there.” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s all my fault.” The tears work up again.

“Breathe, baby. What do you think’s your fault?” Danny rests his palm against your cheek. “What’s got my girl like this?”

All you can do is cry, it’s all your brain knows how to do when it comes to Ryan. Danny’s hold on you grows tighter as he tries calming you down, your weak body jerking in his arms.

“I h-had a dream- nightmare about Ryan again. I keep reliving it, Danny. I-I can’t save him.” You continue to fall apart in his embrace.

“Y/N…” He’s lost for words, stumbling over his tongue trying to find the ones you might need to hear.

“I-I told him to hurry up. And he got hurt trying to save me. Why does everyone get hurt trying to help me? What if you get hurt because you’re always so worried about helping me? Fixing me?” The words spill out of your mouth before you can stop them.

Danny pulls you to sit on his lap facing him. You wince at the wet denim against your bare skin. He pushes your soaked hair out of your eyes and you can finally see him. He looks hurt.

“I wish you could see what I do when I look at you.” His palms slide down your arms until his fingers find yours, perfectly locking them together. “You’re not broken, just a little hurt. I wanna help you, but you gotta let me.”

“It’s not your responsibility to take care of me, Danny. I should be able to do it on my own. I just don’t get why it’s so hard.”

“You’re right. It’s not my responsibility.” He pauses long enough for your heart to sink. “But as your boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. So that’s what I’ll do. Just, please? Let me take care of my girl?”

Reminds you of your first date, too drunk to get dressed and even more so to remember any of it at all. You weren’t fortunate enough to forget this time, soaking in the reality. You nod and let your head fall, pressing your forehead against his, fingers still intertwined.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll take the day for just us, okay?”

“I can’t miss work, a-and your meeting. Jake said not to be late, I can’t imagine missing it would be better.”

“Fuck Jake. He can yell at me for it but he would do the same thing for his girlfriend.” He helps you stand up on your feet.

“I still can’t miss work, I’ll get in so much trouble.”

“I’ll handle it, it’ll all be alright. Just take as long as you want in here, okay? I’m taking these off and stealing something from your room.” He gestures to his now soaked outfit.

He peels the wet clothes off his skin and halfway wrings them out, tossing them into the sink as he grabs a towel. You hear his footsteps into your bedroom followed by drawers opening. Next his pacing through the kitchen and the sound of his phone ringing.

~~~~~~~~~DANNY’S POV~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Jake. I’m not coming today, Y/N’s going through something and she needs me.”

“No excuses, you knew about this meeting before you knew about her.”

“You’re an asshole, aaand I’m not coming. You’d do the same for yours.”

“I advise you to rethink your little situation if you plan on letting her continue getting in the way of your job, Daniel. Don’t let it happen again.”

He hangs up before you can, doing you a favor at this point. You slowly creep up to the door to check on her before calling the daycare.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” You ask quietly so as not to startle her.

“Yeah, finishing up.” Her voice sounds so delicate, but so in pain. She’s hurting and you don’t know how to help her.

You take a second to watch her silhouette behind the curtain as she rinses the soap off her body. For years you’d feared domestication, watching your brothers fall in love never thinking you’d do the same. But here you were, missing a meeting about your new album and upcoming tour for a girl you’d give the world for.

Fuck. What am I gonna do with her when I’m on tour?

You snap out of your lovelust daze and quickly dial up Little Sunshine Academy.

“Good morning, Danny!” Laura’s voice rings through the other end.

You have to admit you were a little embarrassed that she already recognized your number, but you couldn’t help yourself to check up on Y/N even when you weren’t talking.

“Laura! Bad news, Y/N isn’t feeling well today, she’s not gonna be coming in.”

Silence, followed by a deep inhale before she speaks.

“Okay… This will have to count as a mark. I hate to give these, especially so early on, but failure to call in with significant notice is against our policy. The day starts soon and we’ll be short staffed. Thank you for the call, Mr. Wagner.”

Ouch, professionalism hurts.

The phone clicks before you can beg her to not give Y/N a mark. That’s two for two of people who’ve hung up on you today for the same reason. You hear the water turn off and the sound of her wet feet padding across the tile floor. Suddenly nothing matters again, just her. You fight the urge to go to her, instead opting to give her some space. The door opens and she shuffles out of the bathroom wearing just the much larger t-shirt and her underwear, wet hair sticking to the sides of her face. She looks so soft, so domesticated, you can’t help but to stare at her. You can’t help but to be so in love.

~~~~~~~~~~~Y/N’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~

He’s just standing at the end of the hall staring at you. You feel like a deer in headlights.

“Did I do something…?” Your voice is shaky, on the verge of tears yet again.

Why the fuck am I so emotional?

“No, baby, no. I just missed you. Did you eat your breakfast yet?” He starts walking towards you with his arms open.

“No, I feel sick. Can’t eat.” You shuffle towards him to close the distance, falling into his arms again.

Tears threaten your lash line once more as your head rests in the dip of Danny’s chest. You bury your face into him, trying to muffle your crying. Your head is pounding from all the sobbing, but you can’t stop.

“Hey, it’s okay. Do you want to do something today? Just me and you?” Danny asks as he pulls you closer. “I was thinking maybe a picnic?”

“I’m sleepy…” You mumbled into his chest.

“That’s okay. We can sleep, baby.” He places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Well, can we maybe go after?”

“We’ll see how you’re doing. Where do you wanna nap?”

You start to walk towards the living room and notice a new blanket across the back of the couch. You point to it and look at Danny suggesting he had something to do with its appearance.

“Oh, yeah. I found it the other day and thought you’d like it.” He looks at you nervously. “I-uh, you never told me your favorite color but you radiate yellow, so I hope I’m at least close.”

You’d never thought to mention your favorite color because the truth is, you never had a favorite. You phased through favorite colors like the moon, never on one for too long before changing. But at this moment, you’re growing a newfound love for yellow. The color that reminded him of you would now forever remind you of him. To find yellow in anything would mean finding a piece of him everywhere you go.

“Yellow is my favorite. I love it, thank you.”

Danny lets out a sigh of relief and walks over to the couch. He lays down, stretching his body out across the cushions as he reaches to pull you on top of him. You try to keep your weight off of him but he notices as soon as he reaches for the blanket. Your lack of breathing and poor effort to lean on your knees give you away entirely.

“You can lay down, you know.”

“Sorry, I just- I don’t want to crush you.”

“Woman, if you don’t lay down on me I’ll crush you.”

You let your body weight lay across him entirely, resting your head in the dip of his chest as he tosses the blanket over the both of you. You snake your arms around his torso to hug him close as you slowly drift away to the beat of his heart.

~~~~~~~~~DANNY’S POV~~~~~~~~~

You wrap your arms around her back and hold her as close as you can. Unsure of how much sleep she’d gotten last night, you’re positive almost if not all of it was a nightmare. You���re not tired, but it is painfully obvious she was exhausted, and the least you can do is be there for her. You could play a game on your phone, try to sleep, anything to make the time pass by faster, but you don’t. Ever since you’d met her, you’d found ways to make the minutes go by slower. You were always the one to keep occupied until the last second, but you’d finally found comfort in your wake knowing somewhere, somehow she’d be there. She had perfectly filled every gap in your life. You had no real way of explaining her, no words could ever scratch the surface. The best way to describe her is yellow, which you’d decided after talking about her for hours with Josh. A conversation that led you to realize Josh was also in fact a yellow person.

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“I can’t put it into words, she’s just so…” You stutter over thoughts.

“So, put it into colors!” Josh’s voice rings through the phone, sounds as if he’s here.

“What does that even mean, Josh?”

“Tell me what she reminds you of.”

“Sunshine. She’s warm and inviting. A beacon of light. I don’t know? I feel safe around her, like I’ve known her forever.”

“She sounds pretty yellow to me.”

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Your mind starts to wonder what colors everyone else would be. Jake’s red. Rational, passionate and a strong leader. Jake thinks everything through, probably too much at times, vigilant and sure to not mess up. Ever. Sammy would be green. Patient, caring and encouraging. Your best friend in the entire world, he’s always supporting you no matter how batshit crazy the idea may be at times. Josh and Y/N are yellow, granted for different reasons. Josh has always been the person to keep you going when you felt like giving up. He’s always offered his own mix of support and understanding, your personal rock. Y/N? She’s the kind of person that brings happiness to your life. Every moment spent with her, no matter how mundane, has always been extraordinary. She’d never once mentioned her favorite color, and all of her belongings are an equal amount of each, not one seemingly more favored than another. You can’t help but to associate yellow with her. Every time you come across yellow, she’s all you think of, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Yellow would always be her color, taking her everywhere you go. Even if she wasn’t physically with you, she’d be with you in the sun, the only thing you could use to describe her.

Her. What am I gonna do with her when I’m gone? I don’t even think I can go that long without her. What if she keeps having nightmares? Fuck. Jake is not gonna be happy about this, but I have to take her. She just started a new job, it would be selfish to ask her to take time off. How would she pay rent? I could always ask her to move in with me. Fuck, it’s way too soon for that. Tour doesn’t start for a little, I might actually be able to pull this off.

Your mind starts racing a million miles per hour, your heart following it. You calm yourself down so she can continue sleeping, avoiding your heart blowing out of your chest. You lay awake, unable to fall asleep even if you wanted to. You don’t want to miss a single second that could be spent looking at her doing anything else. The heat and weight of her must have lulled you to sleep because the next thing you know you’re being woken up by her trying to wiggle out of your arms.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I have to pee really bad.” Her eyes are puffy from crying, but god she still looks so gorgeous.

“It’s okay, here.” You sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, freeing her from your grasp.

You help her stand up, her body seeming much less weak from when you laid down. You watch her as she slowly walks towards the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her legs are covered in sleep marks and her hair is in every direction. You still can’t help but think this is when she’s the most beautiful. You sit up on the couch and click your phone on to show the time. It’s 12:12, and you have a ton of missed calls and texts from the boys.

Missed call Josh✨🎭 (4)

Josh✨🎭

Where are you?

9:13AM

Josh✨🎭

Jake’s pissed.

9:37AM

Josh✨🎭

If you don’t answer by 1, I’m coming over there.

12:29PM

Missed call Sammy🐛🎹 (2)

Sammy🐛🎹

Jake’s mad, what did you do…?

9:35AM

Sammy🐛🎹

Earth to Daniel??

10:57AM

Missed call Jake🔥🎸

Jake🔥🎸

I’m sorry for being a dick. Please let me know both of you are okay.

12:32PM

You respond to each of them, letting them know you and Y/N are okay. You hated not showing up, but what you hated more was the thought that Jake might have had a point about the meeting. How could he say she’s getting in the way? He was wrong for what he said, but that would be a discussion, or more of an argument, for another day. Today’s about Y/N, nothing else matters. You push yourself up from the couch and fold up the yellow blanket, tossing it over the back before walking towards the hallway to Y/N’s bedroom.

“I’m going to your room, okay?” You say as you pass the bathroom, she left the door cracked but you avoid peering in.

“Okay, I’m almost done.”

You walk in and fix up her bed before sitting on it, her sweet scent filling the space around you. You look around and see tiny pictures she’d tucked in around the edges of her mirror. Pictures of her and Ryan from all different ages, most notable, a Polaroid of them on their first day of senior year. The most important school year of anyone’s life that would become her recurring living nightmare.

~~~~~~~~~~~Y/N’S POV~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fuck.” You mumble to yourself, shuffling through the drawers and cabinets, hoping to find a stray tampon.

Explains why I’m so fucking emotional.

Between your new birth control and all the added stress of moving, you hadn’t gotten a period in months. By the grace of god you find a tampon tucked in a tiny travel case you’d packed for the trip down to Tennessee. Everything hurts, your back, head, hips, breasts, all of it. You feel sensitive in every meaning of the word, physically and emotionally. Once you’re situated, you wash your hands and splash cool water on your face, trying to bring down the puffiness. You pad into your bedroom and plop onto the bed next to Danny, face down with your feet dangling off the edge.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, rubbing his hand in circles along the exposed part of your lower back.

“Pain. Got my period.” You groan into your sheets. “But I’ll be fine. Can we have the picnic now?”

“Baby, if you hurt we can stay here.”

“I wanna go on a picnic.” You roll over under his touch allowing his hand to lay on your lower belly.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll take you on a picnic.”

“Actually?”

“Yes, actually.” He giggles.

Our thing.

“Can we bring our blanket? The yellow one?”

“Of course, beautiful. Why don’t you get dressed? I’m gonna run home and get everything together.” He gets up and walks towards your door to leave. “I love you, I’ll be right back. Try to eat a little for me?”

“I will. I love you, too.” You jump up to give him a kiss before he leaves.

Hesitantly you reach into the white bag on your dresser, grabbing out the bagel he’d bought for you. You peel it apart and force down the thinner half, leaving the top cream cheese side up on a napkin, washing it down with the now not-so-iced coffee. Everything bagel with vegetable cream cheese, your new favorite. Well, you thought, but as you attempted to take on the other half, your tastebuds decided it was the worst thing you’d ever had. Feeling sick to your stomach again, you settle on contentment with the smaller half of a bagel. It would be good enough for Danny, and it definitely was good enough for you. You walk over and shuffle through your closet, looking for something relatively nice to wear. You indecisively flip through the hangers in your closet until your fingers stop at a long lavender sundress with an embroidered floral pattern alongside the edges. Perfect for the outing and weather, you grab it off the hanger and pull it over your head, running your hands down the fabric to flatten it out. You stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself, being anything but pleased with the way your body looks in the dress. You start to tear up at how you look for all the wrong reasons.

“Maybe once I do my hair?” You mumble to yourself.

You grab your brush and start at the ends, working up to your roots, being extra careful not to disturb your tender head from crying. Taking another look, you start to cry again.

Jesus fuck. Will I ever stop crying? What the fuck?

You lay back on your bed facing the ceiling as the salty streams leave your eyes and drip into your ears. Your eyes fall heavy and you fight to keep them open, but yet again you lose another battle as you start to fall asleep. You’re not out long enough to form a dream, at least not one worth remembering, before Danny comes in and wakes you up.

“I got everything in the Je- oh…” He quiets down and walks to your side, placing a hand on your knee and gently shaking you. “Afternoon, you look so beautiful. ” He kneels down next to you as you sit up, placing your hand on his.

“Hi, my baby. Sorry I fell asleep, I just-”

“No, no, no. No more apologies, it’s okay. If you’re still up for the picnic, we can take a nap in the meadow. I think you’ll like it a lot.”

You nod and he places a kiss on your knee before standing up, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the house. He grabs the blanket on the way through. Danny lays the seat back and covers you with the blanket and instructs you to nap, so you do. You curl into the fetal position facing him and he reaches over to intertwine your fingers with his, placing them on your knee. The ride was quiet, he didn’t have any music playing, just the sound of the wind blowing through the windows. The scent of the closing summer fills the space around you, perfectly mixing with Danny’s scent. He smells like bergamot and green apples, like home. More specifically his home, but any space he occupied was home enough. You’re quickly lulled to sleep by your surroundings.

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The salty breeze blows across your sun kissed cheeks, blowing your hair in every direction. You look across the vast ocean, watching the waves roll and crash into nothing as the sun sets on the horizon. You feel arms around you, Danny’s arms, pulling you into the comfort of his chest as he places a kiss to your jawline.

“My love,” He whispers in your ear before pulling away, allowing the wind to chill your exposed back.

As you turn around to face him, everything dissipates and you slowly come to your senses.

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“My love, we’re here.” Danny gently caresses your cheek with his hand, tucking the face framing strands of hair behind your ear.

You groan as you stretch your legs out and look around your surroundings. A huge meadow filled with various flowers and tall grasses, surrounded by trees in exception of one standing ever so proudly in the middle. The tree reminds you of Danny, broad and strong, providing perfect shelter. You’re lost for words at the sight of such beautiful scenery.

“Do you like it? Can’t remember how I found it, but whenever I need to clear my head, this is where I go.”

“I love it…” You choke through the words, trying not to get emotional but inevitably failing.

Tears start to form in your eyes once again at the thought of him bringing you here. Somewhere so intimately his, and he trusted bringing you here.

“You alright?” He asks in response to a sniffle you failed to muffle.

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying so much.” Your voice is timid and shaky as you wipe the tears from your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“What did I tell you?”

“No more apologies?”

“No more apologies.”

“Okay, I promise.” You reach your pinky out to him.

“Actually?” He wraps his pinky around yours and pulls it to his chest, right above his heart. You can feel his pulse slowly increase the longer he looks in your eyes.

“Yes, actually.” You return the motion, pulling your hands against your heart.

Danny finally let’s go, accepting you simply never would if he’d let you. He gets out of the Jeep and opens the back driver’s side door, gathering everything into his arms before making his way over to open your door.

“Let me help!” You try to reach for something, anything to help lessen his load.

“Nope! It’s all me, baby.” He pulls his arms away from you, preventing you from grabbing anything out of his hold.

You stretch your arms out to make up the distance between the two of you and gently tickle your fingers against his ribs.

“Not ticklish.”

“Liar! I will find out where you’re ticklish.”

“Ooooh, I am shaking in my boots.”

Once you’re at the tree, Danny finally lets you take the blanket from his arms to lay down. You unfold the blanket and lay it down on the soft grass, plopping down onto it once you’re content with its position. Danny sits down across from you, placing the totebag he’d packed lunch into between the two of you. He pulls out two baggies, each with a sandwich in it, a tupperware with pretzel sticks, a couple oranges and two bottles of water.

“Turkey, right?” He asks, motioning a bag to you.

“You remembered?”

He ordered a turkey club at lunch for you that one time, you made a passing comment about how good it was and he remembered?

“Guess so. You seemed to like it at the cafe, so I was hoping, especially since they’re both turkey.”

“Hm.” You hum, biting into the sandwich. “And the pretzel sticks?”

“Bag of ‘em usually on your counter.”

“Creeper. Taking notes?” You tease.

“So, how’s my kitchen look from the bathroom?”

“ONE TIME.” You defend.

“Twice.” Danny corrects.

“Okay, twice times.”

“Twice times.” He says it as if he’s solidifying the statement, not picking on your slip up.

“Shut.”

He giggles and opens the tupperware with pretzel sticks, setting them in the middle more towards you. Your appetite has grown more since calming down and getting more rest. The two of you sit in silence, consuming the food he carefully and thoughtfully prepared to share with you.

“Orange?” He asks, tossing it towards you, seemingly knowing your answer.

Never one with a good hand-eye coordination, the orange lands in your lap. You pick it up and roll it in your palm as Danny starts to peel his. You watch him pull back the peel, followed by him getting all of the white stuff off.

“Can you peel mine? I don’t know how.” You nervously ask.

“Yeah, of course. Give.” He reaches his hand out and you let your orange roll from your palm to his.

He hands you his peeled orange, leaving both of his hands free to peel yours. You watch as he digs his thumb into the skin and strategically pulls back the peel, finishing the job off by removing all of the white bits. You offer him back his orange and reach for yours.

“What’re you doing?” He laughs.

“Giving you your orange?”

“Baby, they’re the same.”

“Well, yes but no.” You stammer.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Like, this one was yours and you peeled mine.”

“No, yeah, right. Well how about this?” He splits his in half and hands you one. “Now you can give me half of that one.”

You peel apart his orange and give him his half.

“Now it’s the same.” You smile, separating your halves into quarters and then smaller.

“Some of you and some of me, right?”

“Right.”

Comfortable silence fills the space between the two of you as you each eat your orange slices, sharing a metaphorical piece of one another. You slowly eat each piece of the orange, taking in every detail of it, the taste, texture, scent, finding comfort in knowing Danny’s experiencing the same as you. The sun warms your cheeks, making your skin physically feel how you feel on the inside right now. Warm. Content. Hoping he’s feeling the same, you finish the last piece of your orange, the half that’s actually his, at the same time as he does.

“Want any more?” Danny tips the container of pretzels towards you.

You shake your head and he snaps the lid back on the tupperware, storing it back in the totebag before tossing the bag onto a corner of the blanket. He lays down on the blanket, tucking one arm behind his head and laying the other out flat, signaling you to lay down with him. You flatten your dress out as you lay next to him, pressing the front of your body into his side. You lay your left arm over his torso and run your fingers in the grass just on the other side of the blanket. There’s not much distance between the blanket and the tree, but just enough for some grass and flowers to peek through.

“Toes?”

“Huh?” He asks, confused.

“Are your toes ticklish?”

“Guess you’ll find out one day.”

He brings his free hand to your hair, running his fingers through your semi-tangled locks.

“You know, I’ll always give you half, if you want.”

“What?” You whisper.

“The orange. I’ll always give you half. Hell, I’d let you have the whole thing if you wanted.”

“But then it wouldn’t be the same.”

“I know, but if you ever wanted.”

“Actually?”

“Yes, actually.”

“You can always have your half, I wanna keep it the same.”

Danny hums and removes his hand from your hair. You hear him plucking something from the ground behind you, moments later being met with the return of his hand. You look to the side and see a yellow buttercup tucked between his index and thumb, watching as he tucks it behind your ear. His hand leaves and returns a few times as he places more flowers in various spots in your hair. You decide to do the same, plucking any yellow flower you can find and tucking them perfectly between his curls. His hand finds a home against the center of your back, fingers tracing tiny circles over your spine. You reach your arm a little further to feel the trunk of the tree, tracing your fingers in the shape of a heart against the rough bark. Danny moves his hand from your back to grab his keys from his pocket.

“Are we leaving?” You choke up again.

Why am I crying?

“No, not leaving.” He grasps a key between his fingers and presses it into the tree, etching a heart into the bark.

After he perfectly rounds each edge, he scratches both of your initials in the center of the heart. You drag your fingers over the fresh marks, a piece of the both of you permanently engraved into the tree. His tree. You’re reminded again how this space is, or was, so intimately Danny’s, and he’d willingly, selflessly, invitingly made it yours as much his.

“I love you, Sunshine.” He sleepily speaks in almost a whisper.

Sunshine.

“I love you most.”

His hand has found its home on your back again, this time with more weight behind it. You rest your head above his heart, listening to the sound of his heart settle to the steady beat it does when he sleeps. You, for the first time today, find yourself unable to fall asleep. So instead you’ll lay here, in his space, and soak up his presence. Take in the world around you for all she has to offer in the arms of him. Let him guide you to peace. From this moment on, you decide to let him continue doing exactly that.

part 6 (1/2)

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van smut #gvf fic #gvf smut #greta van fanfic #danny wagner #danny wagner fanfiction #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner fic #danny wagner smut #tooth rotting fluff #holybananafuck

[avionvadion]

Listen. The chapter isn't even done yet. I just started writing it. So dialogue may very well change. But damn was this an image my very soul needed me to draw.

Here's the snippet!

“Uh… I don’t… think they’re even in that kind of relationship to begin with…” That was a mental image Kagome definitely did not need. But, then again, Irene did seem to really like Sesshōmaru. Kagome couldn’t deny that. It was just Sesshōmaru himself that was the problem. “She likes him, but he’s… not the kind of person to fall for someone.” 

“But he sounds as if he’s head over heels for her.” Eri pointed out. “Forget whether or not he might be the head of a mafia group- if he saved her from being killed, then found her each time she was kidnapped, despite never going out of his way for anyone and despite being a total villain like you said, then clearly there’s something there. He has to feel something to let himself go out of his way for her. Right?” 

Kagome was stunned. “Uh… I mean… yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” 

Huh. 

Kagome picked up her soda and took another long sip, furrowing her brows as she thought about this. Could Sesshōmaru have feelings for Irene? 

Maybe. 

Guess I’ll find out the next time I see him.

If he truly went out of his way to rescue her from Naraku’s clutches, then Ayumi and Eri were right- something was there. If he went out of his way to use even the tenseiga which he hates so much to bring her back to life, then… Sesshōmaru truly cares for her. 

But Irene isn’t from the Feudal Era. She was just like Kagome, hailing from a time far in the future. After Anastasia is defeated… she’ll probably be separated from him. 

Kagome might not ever see Irene again, either. 

Not unless she finds me in her time, and that’s… 

That’s assuming Kagome doesn’t have to make a choice to stop traveling between eras herself. 

“I just hope we see her again soon.” She sighed, hanging her head dejectedly. “The last time anyone saw her was when Sesshōmaru saved her from her kidnappers. Since she left with him, no one’s seen her. He's the only one who could keep her alive at this point, but with how he is... who knows?” 

Yuka and Eri were utterly convinced now that this older brother of Kagome’s supposedly bad boy boyfriend was the leader of a criminal organization, and they could only imagine what it must have looked like as this “Sesshōmaru” rescued the young woman from her kidnappers, before stealing her away for himself so her life would no longer be threatened. Ayumi, on the other hand, was utterly enamored by the visual in her mind, giggling and smiling to herself as she imagined a dashing man in white bravely rescuing his lover. 

“Kagome…” The girl blinked and looked up, sweat beading nervously down her cheek when she saw the concerned stare Eri was giving her. 

Yuka frowned. “Tell us as soon as you find out what’s happened, okay? This sounds serious! He saved her from her kidnappers, just to kidnap her himself!? He’s worse than a psycho! He's... He's absolutely nuts!" 

“Total villain was right.” Eri huffed, referencing Kagome’s earlier description. “That poor woman deserves better than to be held hostage by the man she likes.”

Ayumi laughed and waved a hand at the two girls. “Aw, you guys are over thinking it! Isn’t it obvious what happened?”

Yuka, Eri, and Kagome all blinked, staring at the curly-haired, innocently smiling Ayumi. 

She held a finger up knowingly. “They eloped!” 

Kagome’s forehead never hit the tabletop so hard in her life. She all but shot up onto her feet, slamming her hands down on the wood as she shrieked, “They’re not together! Sesshōmaru would never love a human!”  

The original version, without the filters!

#bless ayumi's soul she doesn't know how to see the bad in people. immediately assumes the most romantic option ever. red flags who? #inuyasha #inuyasha oc #sesshomaru #sesshomaru x oc #sesshomaru x irene #kagome higurashi #forest deep

[jackexmachina]

Sam Winchester — giving others the support he needed

image description: various scene comparisons for Sam and Castiel, Dean, Mary, Claire, and Jack. episodes include: “When the Levee Breaks,” “Sympathy for the Devil,” “Point of No Return,” “Meet the New Boss,” “Reading is Fundamental,” “Love Hurts,” “The Foundry,” “Ladies Drink Free,” and “Patience”

5x01: Sam and Dean stand outside, alone at night. Dean shakes his head while telling Sam, “I just don't... I don't think that we can ever be what we were. Y'know?” Sam is looking down away from him, nodding slightly. Dean finishes by saying, “I just don't think I can trust you.”

7x21: Sam and Castiel sit in a warded cabin. Sam looks slightly up at him to say, “I know that you never did anything but try to help. I realize that, Cas.” Castiel turns back to him as he says, “And I'm grateful. We're all grateful. And we're gonna help you get better, no matter what it takes.”

5x18: In the panic room, Sam stands looking at Dean, near tears, saying, “So you're saying I'm not strong enough?” Dean is leaning against a table and looks up at him saying, “You're angry. You're self-righteous. Lucifer's gonna wear you to the prom, man. It's only a matter of time.” Sam shakes his head saying, “Don't say that to me.”

11x13: Sam sits against a table talking to Dean in a motel room. He says, “She's the sister of God, and for some reason she picked you.” Dean shifts, looking away at first while Sam finishes, “And that sucks. But if you think I'm gonna blame you or judge you... I'm not.”

7x01: Dean stands in the garage with Bobby, talking about Sam, not knowing that he is just outside. Dean tells Bobby, “Just... Just this one thing, you know?” Then he pauses for a moment before shaking his head to say, “but I'm not dumb. I'm not gonna get my hopes up just to get kicked in the daddy-pills again.”

12x03: Dean and Sam stand beside a burning grave, as Dean says, turning away from Sam, “Can we for once just not turn everything into a problem? Can we for once just have one good thing?” Sam says, “Mom's not a thing.” Dean says, “Okay” defensively, but Sam continues, “Look I'm happy too, Dean. I am. I'm overjoyed. But... there's something about her. I mean, something's going on with her.”

4x21: Sam is in the panic room, looking into a mirror. He sees black veins spreading across his skin and yells, “Guys! Help!” The scene changes to Dean upstairs listening to Sam begging from the basement, his voice muffled. He is saying “Bobby! Dean! Help! Hey, hey! Guys! Guys! Help, Dean!” Dean grinds his teeth.

12x16: Claire lays horizontal on a couch as she writhes in pain from the potential werewolf cure, growling and whimpering. Sam sits on a low table near her, Dean and Mick standing slightly farther away. Dean cannot watch any longer and says, “Gonna get some air.” He gets up from his chair to leave the room. Sam looks back down at her, looking distressed.

4x21: Sam and Dean stand in a hotel room. Sam's eyes are watery as he quietly snarls, “No. Say it.” Dean reluctantly accuses him, saying, “It means you're a monster.”

13x03: Sam and Jack stand in the study. Sam looks emotional as he calmly assures him, “My family helped me through that. So now I want to help you. Because you're not evil, Jack.”

#sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #mary winchester #claire novak #jack kline #4x21 #5x01 #5x18 #7x01 #7x21 #11x13 #12x03 #12x16 #13x03 #spn #spn parallels #*mine #this idea came from a few other posts but I think I have to link them in a reblog or something bc tags don't work when I add links ? #this is what supernatural is about for me: sam offering himself endlessly to the people who need him. #he does this over and over and over it never ends

[the-kipsabian]

Ayo! Greetings! I hope you are doing pretty well! I’m really sorry for asking this as I’m truly in dire need of help. My cat needs some immediate help for her surgery so I’m trying to raise some funds for her. If you have some spare time, please check it out the post that I have pinned for her, and if you feel it in your heart to help, please do us the favor by boosting the post or share it! Even if you cannot donate, spreading the word is definitely more than enough. Thank you for your kindness, and so sorry again for being this direct! <33

//update they blocked me instantly so hey anyone peeping this post or in their url tag just know this is a scam :) stay safe out there kids

you know what i feel in my heart

fuck no 🙏❤

hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (im copying the message ive replied with before here and the original is at the bottom if you wish to reblog that one :) just editing this a bit here to show the new stuff they are putting out there in this very message yay!!)

okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying

reblogging ONLY FROM ORIGINAL SOURCES posts in the past two days so :)

also they try to act more human with a decent description and likes and follows turned off. dont try hun

their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly

ive said it before and i’ll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with “your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels”. this isnt my case rn but i obviously have posted cat photos and i have a donation ko-fi link in my pinned post sssoooo

“pls consider answering this ask privately” lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT (this isnt in this ask surprisingly, but im leaving it in here cause they do this occasionally still)

a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore

if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!! also googling the latter half of the given paypal name reveals immediately that this is a scam. plastered all over the first search page lmao

also kids, in case youre asking “well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/” 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?

anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜

looking forward to being blocked immediately after posting this, but i’ll be sure to report you for a scam. :) also fuck you for using someone elses poor cat and their situation to literally scam good natured people out of money, what the fuck is wrong with you

peace and love, fuck you ✌💜

#thank you for asking! <3 #slashyyybird #loooooove it that im supposed to be on a hiatus and i need to come back for this #if you by some fucking miracle are a real person. which i heavily doubt. stop fucking doing this #wish i could stop posting these GOD

[lesbianmaxevans]

Max & Liz from Roswell, New Mexico (2019-2022) || Nick & George from Nancy Drew (2019-2023) [part I] happy birthday @helloyona

[Image Description: Nine stacked gifs, each one divided vertically in half. On the left is a scene from Roswell, New Mexico. On the right is a scene from Nancy Drew. Each gif also has capitalized, blocky text overlaying the images in the center.

THE GUARDED, CLOSED OFF ONE: Liz says, “I don’t trust people. I’ve been burned too many times. I use facts and evidence to build a cage around my heart. I can’t help it, I can’t change it. And, honestly, I don’t think I would want to. It’s my armor.” // George says, “ I have a mother who is a neglectful alcoholic, and I’ve had to raise three little sisters on my own. It was really hard, but I adapted, and life hasn’t made me nice. It’s made me vicious.“

THE PROTECTIVE, RUNS INTO DANGER ONE: Max runs into a building as Liz calls after him  // Nick quickly runs into a lake after a friend (offscreen) while George watches, visibly scared

TOP-TIER LOVE CONFESSIONS: Max stands in front of Liz and says, “But you’re not perfect. I see your faults. And I love you. Easily. You believe in the good in me when I can’t see it. So, is it so crazy that I believe in you too? Without evidence. I just… know.” // Nick gently tucks a strand of George’s hair behind her ear. She stares at him in shock as he says, "I love you. You take care of everything and everyone, and I know you don’t need anyone to take care of you, but you need to know you’re loved. Okay, you asked me before what changed from yesterday to today, what do I stand to lose, and… It’s us.”

LIFE-ALTERING FIRST KISS: (this is pretty self explanatory)

DEATH & RESURRECTION: 1 - Liz cries over Max’s lifeless body. 2 - Rosa uses her new ability to restart his heart. // 1 - Nick stares helpless at George after she’s been impaled. 2 - George gasps for air after Nancy uses a magical shroud.

AMNESIA PLOT: Liz looks relieved as she hugs Max, when she pulls away Max says, “I’m - I’m so sorry. Have we met?” // George rushes to Nick, saying, "Nick, you’re okay!” He recoils from her and responds, “Uh, who are you? Wait, you know me?”

FATAL ILLNESS POST RESURRECTION: Max, clearly not in a healthy state is talking with Isobel. M: "The heart is what’s the matter.” I: “No. You’re better. Valenti did a transplant. It’s better.” M: “Yeah. And my body’s rejecting it.” // George is talking to her grandmother’s spirit, and she tells George, “Your life line is beginning to merge with Odette’s. Your original line had a rocky start, but ended up happy and long. Odette’s life line is violent and brief. If you do not find a way to sever your connection, your life line will be greatly shortened.”

 SABOTAGING NEWLY-FOUND STABILITY: After Max learns of her experiments, Liz says, “I’ve discovered something that could be the key to curing people who have no hope otherwise. I can’t walk away!” Max angrily responds, “So you’re gonna turn my family’s stem cells into the hottest commodity?” // George says, "[Dating other people is an] option that I never got to explore when I had an expiration date. I want us to be together for the right reasons, not because we just settled for each other.” Nick, in disbelief, responds, “Oh, you -- you settled for me?”

DOUBLE PROPOSALS: 1 - Max seems very emotional as he says, “What I want to say is that meeting you and being with you elevated my life. When you moved in, you did something I didn’t think was possible. You taught me that I can grow so much more.” 2 - On another occasion, Liz smiles as she holds a ring box behind her back. // 1 - George stands in front of Nick and says, “No more delayed gratification. No more waiting... Ned Nickerson… Will you marry me?” 2 - Nick kneels as he holds a ring box and says, “My answer’s yes. It’s yes. It always has been, with my… with my whole heart... No matter what tries to get in our way, I am never saying goodbye to you. In this life or the next.”]

#Roswell New Mexico #roswellnmedit #Liz Ortecho #Max Evans #rnm echo #lizmaxedit #OTP: without evidence. I just know #Nancy Drew #nancydrewedit #Ned Nickerson #George Fan #fanson #OTP: I’m not the girl you kiss goodbye. I’m the girl who goes with you into the fight. #otpsource #cwladiesdaily #cwladsdaily #wocdaily #usertelevision #tvgifs #Rachel's edit tag #long post #there's a reason these are my top 2 ships of all time okay #anyway happy bday yona🥳💗 love you

[my-soupy-brain]

Tired of Waiting (Part 5)

Description: You and Ted balance precarious feelings that are undeniable, and you both hit a breaking point.

Relationships: Reader (f) x Ted Lasso

Warnings: Angstttttt

Smut: None

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Ted wakes up the next morning feeling a little better than the night before. He’s changed into sleep clothes, a glass of water by the bed. 

Ted's POV

She was here. I can still smell her perfume on my pillow next to me. I hum at the scent.

I turn my phone on and find her name. 

Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for always taking care of me. I don’t know what I would do without you. Xoxo 

I’m so lucky, but we left things a bit tangled last night. 

The drinks.

Fight with Beard.

Fight with Roy.

Ryan, her date.

I regret the way things went yesterday but not how I felt seeing her with Ryan. This image of him leaning to whisper in her ear is burned on my brain like a branded cow.

My phone chimes and it’s her. Even her photo on my screen lights me up. 

Her: No problem, Teddy. Glad I could help. I hope you’re feeling better. Xo 

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Your POV

In your flat you’re staring at the Xs and Os. You know he means them. You know he does. 

And your heart aches at how much you want him. 

But it’s a workday, time to put it aside. Once in the office you fix some coffee and settle behind your computer, and you hear a familiar rap at your door.

“Ted! Hi! I’m glad to see your face this morning. How’d ya sleep?” you ask, greeting him with a hug. He leans into you, holding you close. 

“I slept okay, thanks to my friend y/n! Thanks for your help,” he says, blushing a little. 

You offer him coffee and he accepts, sitting down in the chair in front of your desk like always. As you chat about your day, another knock comes to your doorframe.

“Flower delivery for y/n?” a man with a nametag says. You raise your hand and thank him, marveling at the bouquet of flowers he sets on your desk.

“Those…um, those from Ryan?” Ted asks. 

You pluck the card from the plastic holder and read it to yourself, smiling.

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Ted’s POV

My heart rips again. 

Her face lighting up at the flowers. Flowers! Why didn’t I think of that? To thank her for all the help she’s given me?!

I’m kicking my damn self. Missed opportunity. 

“To y/n: Thanks for the wonderful first date. I hope we have more. Yours - Ryan,” she reads aloud. She smiles, blushing.

Oh that blush, I love how pink she gets. I saw it in Liverpool when I…

I need to shake that memory. It’s possible we won’t relive it. I escape my thoughts to see her leaning into a blossom to smell it gently. Her eyelashes flutter closed, your cheeks are still pink. How lovely she looks in this moment. She looks like a flower on a fine spring mornin’ to me. 

“That… that was nice of him,” I offer, clearing my throat. 

She nods. “Yeah, it was…”

I wait for her to say more. To tell me she is going to call him. Or maybe that this was too bold of him. Or maybe that she’s annoyed by flowers. 

But she returns to our conversation instead.

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Your POV

I don’t acknowledge the flowers. I can see his wide eyes, searching for a clue about where my heart lies. 

I’m truth, it’s lovely to get flowers. I’ve never been courted. Not really. But it was nice of Ryan because Ryan is nice. But I'm still not sure it's Ryan I want courting me.

No, I'm definitely not sure.

After a few more moments of pleasant chit chat, Ted excuses himself to the pitch. You wave goodbye and promise a coffee break later. 

You opt to text Ryan, a photo of the flowers and a thank you. He replies requesting another date, maybe Thursday, he requests.

Sounds like a plan.

You feel guilty. Really guilty. You still want Ted, but you also don’t want to miss out on life waiting for him. But he deserves you to wait, right? But what if he decides he doesn’t want to pursue a relationship? What if…what if…

By Thursday night you’re ready for another date with Ryan and you hope he’s a little less nervous and dull this time around.

A trendy restaurant is where you end up, with low lighting and soft music. Good for conversation. You get along with Ryan. He’s nice, handsome. But while it’s nice to be on a date, it’s not what you feel for Ted. You catalog your memory for the night you spent with him. How good even a hug feels with his strong arms wrapped around you. You imagine going on a date with Ted here instead. How you’d share desserts, how funny he would be. He always makes you laugh.

“So did your friend make it home the other night?” he asks randomly, disrupting your thoughts. “He didn’t seem very polite about it.”

You bristle slightly. 

“Ted? Yeah, I got him home. He’s had a rough time lately. He’s a dear friend, a good man. I can’t bear to see him like that…”

“Well he’s also a grown man, not your responsibility. I hope he appreciates how helpful you were,” Ryan answers, taking another bite of his steak.

You look at him, a bit annoyed now that he’s making assumptions about Ted. Your Ted. Your body is telling you what you want, and it’s not here at this restaurant.

Your mind wanders to the way he was so glad to have you snuggled there. The way his hands feel in yours and with yours. The way his body feels and his lips move and…

“Y/n? Hello?” Ryan is waving in front of you. 

“I said do you want any dessert?” Ryan asks, annoyed. You shake your head. “No, thank you.”

He smiles at the waiter. “I get it, probably best to watch your weight, eh?” He says with a chuckle, opening the bill and putting his credit card down. Your mouth is agape, suddenly feeling small (but not small enough, apparently). 

“Um, hey. I’m sorry. I’m gonna head home after this I think. I’m not feeling well all of a sudden,” you stammer, fighting the tears behind your eyes. As you stand, Ryan does too, looking concerned.

“You sure? We could go back to my place if you want…” Ryan offers with a devilish smile. “Maybe I could help you feel better, love.”  

You shake your head. You don’t want to go anywhere with him. You don’t even want to see him again, you decide. If the second date means he’s comfortable to say something like that to you, Lord knows how nasty he could turn. You’ve been down this path before, and you’d rather avoid it.

“No, thank you. I appreciate the offer.”

Ryan grabs his coat, pockets his card and walks out the door with you. Tears fight behind your eyes, wanting to just get away from him and go home. Process. Digest. You suppress it the best you can, not trying to give your emotions away.

Almost to your doorstep, Ryan stops you and faces you. 

“I had a really good time, I hope we can do it again,” he murmurs before leaning into your lips and kissing you. 

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Ted’s POV

No. No, I can’t be seeing this. 

From where I stand on the sidewalk, making my way to her flat, I see that Ryan fella lean down and kiss her. Her lips. The lips I want to kiss again. My stomach churns, my hands clench. I can’t have a panic attack right now. Not when I’m on the way to talk to her.

I knew she was on a date, but I was willing to wait on her steps until she got home. I don’t want to ambush her, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I care about her. She cares about me. Divorce papers or not, I don’t want to wait. Not for her. I don’t care how soon it is, we can figure this out together. 

My heart clenches. My breathing quickens. No, not now. I can’t have this right now. 

But when I open my eyes, she’s pushing him away, lightly by his chest. Her head is shaking, and his arms are out in protest. What’s happening? 

I need to keep walking. I’m almost there…

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Your POV

“No, no, I can’t do this Ryan,” you mutter, pulling away from him as soon as his lips touch yours. “I don’t want this.”

“Why? We had a lovely time!” he says, annoyed. 

“I…it’s not you, it’s me. I have feelings for someone else and…I just…I’m not interested in pursuing a relationship with you. I’m sorry,” you admit.

“Your friend, that drunk bloke. What a mistake,” he says mockingly. “You could have me, or that old sack. Really, love?”

Your eyes well with tears. 

“I took you on two nice dates and this is it?” Ryan laughs. He expects more from you. He wants more, something you don’t want to give him. 

“I’m sorry, but I wish you well,” you reply earnestly. Ryan shakes his head and laughs. “Yeah, sure you do. Your loss, love.” With that he turns on his heel and walks to the end of the block and turns, out of vision.

You let the tears fall, tilting your head at the London night sky and take a deep breath. You feel…better. Letting that go. Why you thought you could attempt a date when your heart so clearly belongs to Ted, you’ll never understand. You’d been better off holding out for him, even if he said no. 

“Y/N?” you hear his familiar drawl before you turn around. Ted pulls you into his arms without hearing an answer, letting you melt your emotions into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, it’s OK, I’m here…” Ted says into your ear. 

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Ted’s POV

She tilts her head up to look at me and I’m startled by just how her eyes get when she’s crying. They look like the the deep lakes I used to fish in with my dad back in Kansas. Her mascara is running down her pretty face and to see her in pain hurts me just the same.

“I’m sorry, Ted. I should’ve never went on that…date…” she stammers through her tears. “I’ve always wanted you. My heart belongs to you…” 

I sigh in relief at her words. Having her in my arms again is like taking a deep breath after being underwater. 

“He really showed his true colors tonight…making that comment…about my weight…” she whispers, almost to herself. My blood boils at the thought of anyone telling her she’s anything other than perfect. 

I keep rubbing her back, keep hugging her close, trying to calm her the way she calms me when I’m anxious.

“I only want you, Teddy…” she murmurs, pulling away to look up at me, her eyes stitched in worry. “It’s OK if you’re not ready. You don’t have to be. I just can’t try to get over you, not yet.” 

I bring her back to my chest again to hold her close. “I only want you too, darlin’,” I finally admit. I keep her close for another moment before she tilts her head up to look at me, and I can’t help it — so I meet her lips with mine. Salty and stained with tears. 

There’s no more waiting to be had. I can’t stand it, being apart from her. Who were we kidding? 

When we pull apart, she looks up at me, eyes big and vulnerable. Full of heart, which is what I love about her.

“Inside?” she manages to ask quietly, meek as a mouse. I nod in agreement, more than happy to oblige.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #angsty angsty angsty #ooooh what's gonna happen with these two idiots

[theravenlyn-art]

hello hello! I'm hoping you don't mind/this is the right place for this -- I was curious to see if you could tell me more ab your commissions process (saw that 3/3 open). I've been thinking ab getting one for an OC of mine. if you don't mind, could you explain how you get to the final piece? to what extent do you work collaboratively, ig? do you ask for written descriptions, reference photos/videos, or smthn else? never done a commission before, sry if this is rather common knowledge! tysm (:

hi! you're all good <3

i actually have written up the general process on my janky website but i realised that i hadn't yet changed the url on my pinned post from my temporary linktree, so actually thank you hahaha (i think what happened was i updated it on instagram but i forgot to do it here lol)

anyway the contract i've written up basically shows what i need and the process. i tried to make it as accessible as possible, so should be easy to understand.

but to answer your questions, pretty much how i do it is that we chat a bit about what you want commissioned so i can check that it's something i'm willing to do and also check i have the time/energy etc; im generally okay to do whatever, but in the scenario that it is something that i would hate to draw it's better not to waste anyone's time. if we're all good, then i send in the contract and we fill it out; keeps us on the same page, and a place to write or link what you have in mind. i take payment upfront in full, and then i start working on it for you <3

it's pretty collaborative. after all the artwork is for you, so i do my best to make the final product what you want. i usually ask questions when i have design options, and i check in at various stages so there's ample opportunity to make alterations to what's being drawn! earlier is better than later though, but im willing to do changes right up until we say it's done. if one comes back after we "finish" it and wants changes, it will come at a cost depending on how long it would take me to do the change.

as for describing your vision, whatever works best for you! more is better than less, especially if you have a specific image or vibe that you want executed. but if it's only a vague idea and the commission is part of the vision process that's also all good, happy to design something for you, but it'd be helpful to have some prompts. you can write physical description, behaviour, accessories, vibes, backstory, whatever you think would help get the right depiction. you can include some reference pics or moodboards or songs or whatnot!

linking website again for convenience. should have all the info you need but if not feel free to ask for any clarification! (you, being the original asker or anyone else <3)

#lyn art shop #artlyn commission #ask

[eddieheart]

THE TRUTH

(Part 4)

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: NONE

Words: 931

Description: Gwen goes to family dinner.

PART 3: afterparty

"We've missed you of late Gwen, where have you been?" Jessica asked in between small bites of food.

"Working mostly. I'm doing research for a new project. Lots of late nights. Lots of interviews." Gwen laughed timidly.

"Oh I hope you're getting enough sleep." A concerned look washed over her mother, she leaned in towards the youngest girl.

"Ah, what she’s really saying is ‘don't turn out like your brother’." Malcolm laughed, mood changing and the others joining in.

"What are you working on?" Ainsley placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

"A new book actually." Gwen stared at her plate, fiddling with her food.

"Oh, my dear. What's it about?" Jessica asked excitedly.

Gwen's posture stiffened ever so slightly, she bit her lip, preparing her for the worst.

"Um... well, it's about a young girl. She found out her father was a serial killer and she's struggling with her self image and her relationships. I've been... the.. well one of the main characters is based off of Martin."

"You must be joking."

"Does it look like I'm joking?" Gwen's eyebrows furrowed, anger creeping up her spine.

"This is a bad idea, Gwenie. You're putting yourself in his cross hairs." A look of betrayal crossed her features as she looked over to Ainsley.

"Why do you both do that? You treat me like a piece of China, just waiting to crack. I'm fine."

"Yes, because you are the only one not seeing him." Jessica snapped at her.

"I have seen him, twice actually. Once a month."

"What? Are you okay?" Malcom asked concern dripping off of him in waves.

"I just told you I'm fine. You knew I went to see him, you saw me at Claremont." Her voice was strained, why didn't they understand?

"None of this is fine. This is insane. An interview. I forbid it. You will not see your father again." Her head jerked back, had Jessica really just said that.

"Jessica, I appreciate your concern, I really do. But... but all my life I wondered why my parents didn't want me, why I was given away to such bad people. Now, now I know who you are, I know you loved me... I- I have a family now, a family that loves me. I need to know who he is, I need him to know... who I am. I'm sorry Jessica but I'm going, whether you like it or not, you won't change my mind." She let out a deeply held sigh and blinked away tears.

"I have to get going, it was nice to see you guys." Gwen rushed out the door and back to her apartment.

——

She dressed professionally, doing her hair just right. Her bun neat, makeup pristine. Brushing a stray hair from her face Gwen nodded in greeting to Mr. David and walked into her father’s cell.

"Hello Martin." She smiled kindly at the older man and slipped into the chair across from him.

In one swift motion her satchel fell to the ground and her legs crossed. He smiled to her in return, swivelling his chair to face her. She pushed her glasses up as they slipped down the bridge of her nose.

"Ah, Geneviève. So lovely to see you again my dear." Martin placed his hands in his lap softly and smiled kindly at the young girl.

"Martin, I'm sorry to tell you... I-I've lied to you. I came under false pretences, I am writing a book with a character based on you. But to be completely honest I could have just googled you." She swallowed thickly and took a pause. Martin smiled and chuckled.

"Well of course I knew that, you can find anything online these days." Gwen smiled, chuckled to herself and continued.

"Yes well, it's not the only reason I came. I um... I don't know how to say this. Um. Just after you were arrested Jessica found out she was pregnant, she couldn't bring herself to have an abortion so she gave the baby up for adoption. I-I'm your daughter, I understand if you don't want to see me anymore, I don't want anything from you, I'm not expecting anything. I just... I just felt like you needed to know." Her eyes watered as she finally glanced up from the floor to look at the older man.

"Well, that I was not expecting." Martin said. Gwen chuckled dryly.

He looked confused, dumbfounded even, at her revelation. For once in his life Martin Whitly was at a loss for words.

"My dear, I- I didn't know Jessica had another child. By the looks of it you've turned out quite well regardless. It's a pleasure to meet you, my daughter." A softly tear fell from her eye as he spoke.

She knew better but didn't care, Gwen leaned over the red line and grabbed her fathers hand tightly. A look of surprised washed over him as he squeezed her hand back. It was only a short moment before she let him go to sit back down in her chair.

"I-I would love it if you came to visit me again, as my daughter this time. I'd also love to read some of your work, I've heard it's quite riveting." He smiled at her, an emotion she couldn't name washed over her. Gwen nodded and stood.

"I'll be sure to bring one of my books next time, goodbye Martin." They shared a sad look as she left the room, barely holding it together as she walked through the glass hallway.

PART 5: holidays

@buggylad

#martin whitly #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #orginal character #original female character #ainsley whitly #jessica whitly #family dinner #fem oc #fanfiction #fanfic

[multi-lefaiye]

hi hello hi i hope u are having a good timezone and not bad braintimes i bring u a picture of my dog!!!

ID: a picture of a white dog sniffing the camera. End ID.

i have been rotating fragile things in my head all day and i want to cry over these little blorbos and the wip and the themes and just all of it just!!! goddamn!!!! the way u get me to feel so many emotions over this wip!!!!!! it really really matters to me because [redacted reasons] and just aurhgurheighur yeah i needed to tell u i am Feeming things over ur wips

OH MY GOSH... I LOVE THIS AMINAL..... thank you,,,,, m,,,, may i ask this doggy's name,,, i wish to tell this dog. i love.

also my brain time is better now thank you!!! after lying down and hanging out with my partner and causing chaos on discord together i am feeling better :>

also thank you!!!! i am honored that fragile things is rotating in your mind so much but i'm so sorry for the Agony of it all. if it helps, i am frequently so so emotional thinking about them!!!!! it's a little funny b/c fragile things started as just like. a personal thing to write down info for backstory, and then i got really into it and now i'm like. oh i need to write about these sad gay people. i need to go into a narrative about love and life and the tragedy of a doomed toxic relationship.

thank u, i'm honored that you like my wips!!!! especially fragile things!!! <33 anyway i wanted to offer some more fragile things content so i have for you. some jokes i've made about arthur and noah. i think i might've posted some of these before but that's okay <3

Noah, who hasn't come out as trans yet: Haha yeah I've never had a boyfriend before, y'know? It's just... well, a lot of guys don't like dating girls that are taller than them.

Arthur, trying so so desperately hard to pretend he's attracted to women and hoping to cheer up his friend whom he believes is a cis woman at this point: Haha whaaat?? Omg no tall girls are so awesome haha I'd marry you in an instant ✨

(the amount of jokes i make about arthur and noah being so so oblivious is a bit ridiculous, but like. it's funny to me)

and uhh technically this is a post-fragile things meme about the beginning of bleeding over eden, but dw about it <3

[Image Description: An edit of two screencaps from a Hannibal Buress stand-up bit, in which the captions have been edited to change the dialogue. The first panel reads: “But I was so caught up in the euphoria of seeing my husband again,” and the second panel reads, “that for like a minute I lived in a world where he isn’t severely traumatized.” End ID.]

and then this one

Arthur: Yeah I think all the time about kissing my male best friend Noah and I touched his hair once on accident and it was so soft and now I think about touching it all the time and I really wanna hold him almost all the time. But that doesn't mean anything actually, I'm completely heterosexual.

aaand this last one is just a text post that's like. oh! them vibes!

[Image Description: A text post by tumblr user @/elytrians, which reads: "i don't really 'ship' these characters i just think they belong in couples therapy together." End ID.]

oh and also there's this tiktok. i don't have a link to it on me rn but it's a really cute one about a person who didn't like country music before getting together with their husband and now they love dancing to it with him. that's big arthur/noah vibes.

#talk to the bunnykitty #bat time all the time #fragile things wip #romance cw #i am so so normal about arthur and noah (is lying) #thinking about arthur and noah dancing to country music makes me have normal human emotions (is lying)

[ducknotinarow]

2k7 Raph Ariel - #

| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including

"Al'ight Al'ight let's get 'his over with I guess, sooner ya snoop the sooner I get my phone back. Not 'hat I need it back right away jus' don' want ya all over my business."

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone      

"Guppie"

" 've called her guppie since she was a just a little 'hing. Don an' I always took the girls to the beach and she jus' loved to splash around. She really takes to it 'ike a fish. An' Guppies are lil fish 'ight? So she's always been Guppi to me. Still call her that too she never seemed to have an issue with it. Course I don' think I would stop if she did?"  

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              

[image description ] Little baby Ariel on side of the crib that clearly is Summer from the bit of her hockey stuff bear that can be seen. She covered in the blanket Raphael made for her when they learned about the pregnancy. She Got it all bundled around her clearly one half of the photo to focus on Ariel as you can clearly see another little hand in frame and some blonde hair.

"Eh they were real cute when they were jus' babes, before 'hey could crawl an' walk. Should'a known they be nothin' but trouble afta 'hat. I know Ari and Sum are grown now but eh I jus' can' bring myself to change 'his photo. Was actually the first night Case an' I had both the girl afta' gettin' Summer. These two jus' caught on 'ike a house fire when they met. An' well I know how important it is ta have a best friend so knowin' these two were close from the start? 'm glad they always got each other. I know being a mutant aint easy so havin' someone a lil crazy who won't care I hope Ariel knows how rare that is. She ain't my kid but don' mean I don' worry 'bout the guppie. She small and 'his world ain't always kind or nice especially if ya green. So one place of peace goes a long way."

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              

Brighter by Patent Pending

Let our eyes show the fire in our hearts tonight Yeah, our eyes show the fire in our hearts tonight Let our eyes show the fire in our hearts tonight Cause you can't stop the fire You can't stop the fire

"Ari' really reminds me of Don it's kind of funny to be honest how much she 'ike my brother. Sure she got some of Von in her too but sometimes it's 'ike being around my brother again. I kinda always thought 'bout Don with 'his song so maybe it makes sense that Ari also fits it to me. I jus' know that see get's ;hat same bright eyed stare when she find somethin' she really 'ikes and she gets the same way Don does when he get into 'hat builder mindset to make somethin' I know poor kids been through shit...I know better 'han most how low ya can feel when ya take it out on ya self too. But I don' think even 'hat will put out her flames."

Fun little fact I actually went looking for a song on my Donnie playlist just for this cause it seem right for a song that raph thinks fit don would for her too ;3;

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] Guppie i know Summers with you tell her either i'm comin' for her or she best start walkin

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[text] lay low from the beach humans seem to be cleaning it up today.

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[text] I had extra yarn an' figured since ya stick by the shore it's real cold so I hand off some staff for ya dad

[text] just wear 'em to keep warm okay? getting colder in winter

[text] I may have added to them, found a mermaid charm thing you might like it

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[text] how ya feelin' today Guppie?

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[text] i'm heading to the docks if ya wanna hang out with ya old uncle?

#muse| hamato raphael #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ it’s okay to feel sad it’s okay to cry - aflockoffeathers] #phone contact meme #meme answers #ic reply #stay queued

[percontaion-points]

Lifeblood chapter 5 & bonus chapter 2

Today's review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised

Click to see the rest of the snark & image descriptions

Chapter 5

I’d asked questions about HART and their methods of operation, secretly brainstorming ways to stop the war with Myriad. 

We gathered people from both realms and encouraged everyone to list their grievances so that changes could be made, preventing future clashes, Reed had said. But the powers that be always stepped in and stopped the proceedings.

Wow, it’s almost like they don’t ACTUALLY want the war to stop or something. How weird is that.

T + M = TuisM Tuism: the practice of putting the interests of another before one’s own. When the letters T and M are replaced by their numerical equivalents— 20 and 13—they equal 33 Thirty-three is the atomic number of arsenic, a poison, but it is also the age often associated with the Age of Perfection. Thirty-three is the numerical equivalent of AMEN: 1 + 13 + 5 + 14 = 33.

Okay, do you see this fucking shit here? Imagine every single chapter screeching to a halt so that it can go down one of these bizarre rabbit holes.

Does this have anything to do with the plot? No. But by god, we’re going to do it anyway!! EVERY!! SINGLE!! CHAPTER!!

“If a spirit is hit with too much electricity, his body shuts down.”

To be fair, so do humans.

“The realms have been fighting for centuries. Do people even remember why they’re fighting?” 

“Of course. Right versus wrong. Values versus anarchy.” She nudges my shoulder, saying, “Speaking of fights. I heard about your run-in with Elizabeth.” Recruit my grandmother to my peace plan—strike one. 

“She’s angry with me. And I get it. I do. But I don’t want to fight her. I don’t want to fight anyone. Why can’t we all just get along?” 

“Easy. If we don’t fight for what’s right, we’ll be overpowered by what’s wrong.” 

Okay, but who is deciding who is “right” and who is “wrong”? 

This isn’t some abstract question; I’m serious here. Troika has been fucking shitty towards humans as well. Why are they somehow the “right” course? 

I’m hugged, patted and teased about my obsession with numbers.

Part of me gets that this is some “good natured ribbing”. 

But mainly I’m sitting and thinking about how people have belittled and mocked me for my own autistic hyperfixations my entire life. And then laughed it off with “I’m only joking with you.” (Jokes are supposed to be funny, Lauren.) 

So excuse me if I say that this line rubs me the wrong way.

“I hope you don’t expect me to call you Ten. I refuse to refer to my great-granddaughter as a number. I’ll call you Blue.” 

She refuses to call me a number, even though it’s my name…

What a disgusting piece of shit. I don’t care if it’s the most insipid name that you’ve ever heard; you need to call people by their chosen name, rather than to make up some absurd nickname for them. 

“I told you,” Elizabeth announces. “We aren’t safe with our new Conduit around. She will always choose a Myriadian over a Troikan.”

Chapter 5 summary: The next day, Meredith shows up to take Ten to her welcome banquet. She dresses Ten in an absurd dress, but before they leave, Ten straps a kitchen knife to her thigh. (A kitchen knife that she has no use for? Why does she have a set of kitchen knives? They don’t fucking cook.) 

At the party, Ten is introduced to the other generals for the first time. However, despite name-dropping all of them, they’re almost immediately dismissed, so don’t worry about any of them. Then, Meredith takes her over to meet Firstking. This is also unimportant. 

As Ten is standing around and chitchatting with her friends and distant relatives, Elizabeth comes in. Meredith is upset until she realises that Elizabeth is a distant relative of one of the other generals. (And she’s crashing this party because…?) 

Victor comes over and asks Ten to dance, and barely gives her time to think before he sweeps her off to the dance floor. He tells her that Elizabeth was dating a soldier who Killian killed in that battle at the start of the book. And then goes on to say that “earning forgiveness” is not actually forgiving somebody. 

Then one of the other generals screams out in a panic, and Ten goes running over. There’s an image of Clay and Killian chained to two pillars, being consumed by fire. Ten knows that nobody would help Killian, while everybody would rush to Clay’s aid. So she goes to Killian, only to realise that it’s nothing but an illusion. Elizabeth is like “I told you that she’d pick her boyfriend over her brother-in-arms!” 

Bonus chapter 2

We must prove to Miss Tenley Lockwood just how much better Myriad is for her. For everyone!

Okay. 

…And? 

I thought that once you experienced firstdeath, you couldn’t change your mind. Hell, I thought that once you signed with one of the two, you couldn’t change your mind. 

I predict you’ll see her in a matter of days. 

Might Equals Right! 

Sir Zhi Chen

Bonus chapter 2: Emails between Zhi and Killian. Zhi is basically introducing himself to Killian as his new leader, and ensuring that Killian understands what’s on the line here. As if literally anybody could have possibly forgotten that they are at war with one another. Killian says some stuff that’s basically along the lines of “How dare you question my motives? I live for Myriad!” Zhi is certain that Killian will be reunited with Ten soon. 

#lifeblood #everlife series #bookblr #book review #scifi #religious imagery #dystopia #ya novels #romance novels

[jackexmachina]

Crowley // Abandon All Hope... So, help me, huh? Let’s all go back to simpler, better times. Back to when we could all follow our natures.

image description: a scene from “Abandon All Hope...”

Sam and Dean stand in front of Crowley in an office of his mansion, in front of a large window. Crowley holds out the Colt to Sam, handle first. He says, “So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?” Sam and Dean glance at each other, and he wiggles it a little in front of them, smiling. Sam hesitantly grabs it, saying, “Okay.” Crowley leans back, responding, “Great.” Sam asks, “You wouldn’t happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?” Crowley turns around to grab a glass from his desk while answering, “Thursday... Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri.” Sam nods, saying, “Great... thanks.” Sam moves to hold the barrel of the Colt within an inch of Crowley’s forehead, but it clicks instead of firing. Crowley’s expression doesn’t change as he stares at Sam. Sam and Dean look surprised, then Crowley turns, responding as if he just remembered, “Oh, yeah, right, you’ll probably need more ammunition.” Crowley goes through his desk and looks up when Dean says, “Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren’t you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?” Crowley answers, growing more annoyed, “Number one, he’s going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don’t miss, okay?! MORONS.” He then tosses the bullets for the Colt to Dean and quickly disappears. When Sam and Dean look up, he’s gone. Sam sighs.

#sam winchester #dean winchester #crowley spn #abandon all hope... #5x10 #spn #*mine #cram #cram monday #I guess more cram adjacent but still #literally we'll do this the fun way #also drowley tbh who wouldn't love this hilarious bastard man

[the-kipsabian]

Yo hi there! I’m very sorry to bother you at this time of the day, just reaching out if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat :((( and we need help to get him the dental care he needs. It would really mean the world to me and I understand if you don’t, still appreciate you and stay safe! and btw, please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately instead as I want avoid other blogs to think im a spambot or what, once again im sorry for asking this, praying you’d consider! 🫶🏽🥹

you know what

no 🙏❤

hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (im copying the message ive replied with before here and the original is at the bottom if you wish to reblog that one :) just editing this a bit here to show the new stuff they are putting out there in this very message yay!!)

okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying

reblogs only from original posts. they have gotten "smarter" tho as this blog followed me in attempts to try to show its "real". and yet they havent reblogged from blogs they supposedly follow, only from probably the top posts from some popular tags and only from the original posters. also please note literally all the posts in their blog have been reblogged today within the past three to four hours (apparently im so loopy i cant read times rn, its been about the past 15 to 16 hours but the point still stands, they are all reblogged within the last 24 hours)

also they try to act more human with a decent description and likes and follows turned off. dont try hun

their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly

ive said it before and i'll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with "your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels". this isnt my case rn but i obviously have posted cat photos and i have a donation ko-fi link in my pinned post sssoooo

"pls consider answering this ask privately" lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT (they literally say this now like lmaooo for real? so that people dont think youre a scam bot?? honey please are you even trying)

a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore

if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!! also googling the latter half of the given paypal name reveals immediately that this is a scam. plastered all over the first search page lmao

also kids, in case youre asking "well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/" 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?

anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜

looking forward to being unfollowed and blocked immediately after posting this, but i'll be sure to report you for a scam. :) also fuck you for using someone elses poor cat and their situation to literally scam good natured people out of money, what the fuck is wrong with you

peace and love, fuck you ✌💜

#thank you for asking! <3 #heyits-monday #such a waste of a perfectly good url too smh #anyways. stay alert kids #yes this is rebloggable and encouraged to do so :) #scam