#after we stopped hanging out in the dream i went back to my grandmas house and texted him that i had a fun time chilling with him

[axolozzy]

had an insane dream about TUMBLR so i thought it was my obligation to share (warning for murder and horror movie like stuff i guess)

so there was this old tumblr creepy pasta that was really popular back in the day and it took place on a blog called “cortney’s blog” spelled exactly like that. it was weird because it was the only blog that had a space and apostrophe in the name.

the main antagonist was this tiny really ugly wrinkly pink creature that looked like a 3D puppet of that one shrimp character from smiling friends, and it’s name was The Numbler. iirc Cortney was i think the stereotypical popular high school girl but in secret she was the only one who could see and talk to The Numbler (or the only one The Numbler allowed to see and talk to it) and basically carried out murders for it. she had pale skin and long brown hair and wore a heavy metal band t shirt

(also like halfway through the dream, i realized it was a dream and thought i’d wanna write it down and post about it when i wake up LOL so the way i thought to remember The Numbler’s name was thinking about the word “mumble,” “number” and “the riddler” all combined into The Numbler. and it worked)

also it’s weird because the dream kinda kept going back and fourth from present days and flashbacks, so it’s kinda hard to get the timeline right. so i don’t know exactly how The Numbler started or came to be, because i didn’t see that far back yet before i woke up. i also don’t know how the dream ended either

anyway from what i can remember, the stuff put on cortney’s blog years and years ago was in the form of really well drawn webcomics that told the story of each murder Cortney committed, most of them involving her luring people away from their friends and murdering them. but people didn’t exactly know or think it was real because they were just comics. somehow, people caught on that the stuff the blog was posting was actually based on real murders taking place at the same time, but nobody could find the bodies or the person running the blog, so it was kinda just left as a creepypasta and forgotten about as time went on and it stopped posting.

and when i say forgotten about, like really forgotten about. nobody really knew it had existed unless you were on tumblr like a decade ago and saw the whole thing go down yourself, otherwise the posts became kinda lost to time and were never talked about.

years later, i was at my grandma’s house just kinda hanging out lol and i went upstairs to this really weird room we were never really allowed in. the room was dark and looked like a concrete basement and there were all sorts of writings on the walls that looked written out of dried blood or black paint. there was a giant rectangle slab in the middle that was basically a bed i think but it looked more like a tomb or coffin. apparently this was where cortney committed her last murder (which. apparently was my grandpa LOL???) and after that, her spirit became trapped in that room for years until the door was finally opened by ME. oops

now cortney’s spirit is loose and i’m freaking out and trying to find out soo much lore about her blog to find a way to stop this. i looked through all the cortney’s blog tumblr posts and read all the comics. it was a weird moment because suddenly, everyone on tumblr was coming across those posts again and reblogging them saying they were part of the tumblr greats and stuff. as i was binging the comics, i also reblogged them to show my mutuals because they were genuinely interesting and a good story and thought they’d like it. apparently there had also been a horror movie adaptation of cortney’s blog back in the day so i watched that movie to find out more.

the movie didn’t reveal much except i think it’s how i figured out where The Numbler was left. anyway during all of this, cortney’s blog had started posting AGAIN and people were really excited because they thought it returned for some kind of arg creepypasta and they didn’t think it was actually Real.

my time was limited to find The Numbler and destroy it before Cortney came back and killed me, so i began my search. here’s the part where it gets confusing and i feel ends very abruptly. i went outside by the woods that don’t exist irl and found three wooden crates that looked like they had been there a really long time. they were all weathered down and had plants growing around them and stuff.

anyway me and my friend (dunno who it was they kinda showed up outta nowhere) opened the crates and found some stuff. the first one had a red piece of yarn in it and and ohhh shit i think i forgot something else important. so! sometimes i get these weird lucid deja vu dreams where during the dream, i realize im dreaming and that i’ve actually had the same exact dream before! but that’s a lie, i’ve literally never had those dreams before but my brain made me think i did? so i knew some extra information that was just given to me at the start i think. that information was that The Numbler had more friends. there was a red piece of yarn that could take shape of a little stick man person and stuff. then there was a rag that was also a little guy idk. they were just little fucked up creatures that were part of the cortney’s blog lore and were The Numbler’s companions.

after The Numbler was abandoned all those years ago when Cortney’s spirit was trapped in my grandpa’s room, it and its friends were basically trapped in those crates and abandoned for years. my friend and i had now just opened them and saw the remains of those guys, now just the lifeless objects they were based on. the red yarn was just a piece of yarn and the wash cloth was just that. but The Numbler was nowhere to be seen. fuck

we ran back into the house after seeing a creepy fucking shadow man staring at us from across the lawn. it was creepy as hell and was now IN THE HOUSE CHASING US. this house was not my grandma’s anymore either it was just a random house i’ve never been in before, i think it was suppose to be my mystery friend’s house actually.

anyway i just stayed in the kitchen and my friend and their family were being chased by the shdadow man and allll of The Numbler’s friends. yep. they were back to life now, must’ve been playing a trick on us in those crates, and now they were like running in a circle around my friends doing some sort of weird ritual thing. all of a sudden they became humanoid and their personalities also reminded me of the starkid lords in black, both the weird monster forms and the human forms.

anyway i was hiding under a really small table and could see into the room were they were terrorizing my friends. i made eye contact with one of the creatures. shit

i was found, they all surrounded me, then i woke up. i have no idea what happened to The Numbler or Cortney but their friends were doing some sort of ritual on us and they probably completed it. Cortney probably continued her reign of terror and fed our bodies to The Numbler who knows. it was a crazyyy dream i hope u all found it entertaining :) now who wants to make The Numbler the new tumblr sexyman

#bluejay says stuff #tumblr #dreams #murder tw #i have the craziest most vivid dreams guys maybe i should write them down more often

[inkycherie]

I have had the most amazing summer. In July, my best friend came to visit. I brought her to Paris (her first time), showed her around my town and other neighbouring cities around Geneva, and we drove to the south of France. I made different meals for everyone to enjoy, danced to the loveliest music, and drank the best wine(s).

The third week of August, I went back to the Philippines. We had a long overdue family reunion. Our uncle from Canada also came to visit with his family, and my cousin who works for months at a cruise ship extended his vacation.

We all flew to Zamboanga del Sur to surprise my grandma and our extended family whom we haven't seen in 13 years ! We spent a week there living the simple life, eating pandesal for breakfast, and singing karaoke kahit brownout.

The first few days of September, I spent back in my hometown. I saw Bowie again. I didn't let any minute pass without cuddling him. Whenever I'm in the PH and everyone else is back home, my sisters and I stay in one bedroom with our parents (and Bowie), chatting away until we all fall asleep. These nights were even more special because we were all cooped up in one room while there was a storm outside. Felt just like the good old days when my sisters and I would spend nights holed up in our parents room trying to pass the time until electricity was back on.

I was also sooo happy to walk around the malls with Christmas music already playing in the background ! We bought surprise presents for our parents. My sisters and I chipped in to buy papa his dream TV, and mama a new iPhone. The rest of my money I spent on groceries, more presents for the fam, pasalubongs for Jon, books, Cheetos, Spicy Century Tuna, Vienna sausages, and Spam. lol

We spent my last week in Manila. Took mama, my sisters, and our aunt on a date - brunch in Wildflour and shopping at Rockwell, and then continued to shop in MOA. I wanted to make dinner for everyone, so I made sinigang na baboy which was perfect for the stormy weather. We had drinks with our cousins before bed (red horse, spicy Oishi, and isaw at bbq).

The next day, I brought my parents to IKEA so I can buy them stuff for the house. I could tell mama was so excited to drive back home so she can start using everything we got. Uncle flew back from Zamboanga later than everyone else so the day after he arrived, he went straight to the condo so we can spend more time with him. We asked him to make lola's bistek Tagalog as he is the only one who can make it exactly the way lola does. I am glad to report that I watched him closely as he was making it - even volunteered to be the sous chef - so I will make it for dinner tomorrow.

The day before my flight, the entire family celebrated my aunt and cousin's birthdays. I made some of my specialty meals, and we ordered a bunch of other food. Of course, there was cake.

I flew back to Switzerland on the 7th. I arrived on Friday at 8 in the morning, unpacked my stuff, ate pancit canton, and fell asleep at 16hr. I woke up at 3am still tired, but I managed to clean up and do all the laundry. I was hanging clothes at the balcony even before the sun was out. I found it hilarious. The rest of the day, I spent on the couch still feeling quite sluggish and brushing off the fact that I was having chills, and my nose wouldn't stop running.

Jon and I went on a quick café date and I couldn't taste the coffee nor the pastry I ordered which I found strange but thought nothing of. We did errands and bought groceries but I started feeling sicker as the hours passed. As soon as we got home, I checked to see if I had covid. The test came out positive. Dinner wasn't much fun. I was much sicker so I couldn't enjoy the food Jon prepared for me - he made me the perfect steak which I couldn't taste hahaha and some soup to make me feel better.

This morning, I woke up at 5am and called my family right away. The symptoms are getting worse, and now I have chills, body pains, and constant headache. I will rest more so I can feel better by tomorrow. I just find this to be a silly end to an incredible summer.

#personal #home #homesick

[dragoninahumancostume]

Okay I had this weird ass dream and I don't wanna forget

I was with my mom and she was driving my grandma's (my dad's mother) car bc my dad stayed mom (my mom can't drive tho) and we went to my grandma's house, and Idk what was going but we were like entering the place and we have these gates (except those gates are on my house, my grandma's house doesn't have them) and so we were going in and there was this red car trying to get in too but the guy had a red mask covering his face and he was talking on the phone so he bumped our car like three times and obviusly my mom was pissed, we get past the gates but the red car is right behind us and he parks it like right in front of the gates (that is not a place where you should park your car) and he enters the cabin of the guys that open and close the gate (meaning that he was one of those guys and he worked there) and he still had the mask.

So we are now on my grandma's house, but it's only my mom my grandma and me, me on the chair I always sit on when I visit, my mom to my right and my grandma to my left (my mom sits on the chair to my left when she visits) and I think they were talking about wool or smth and my grandma was like "and she said that it was open, and I told her they don't open on Sundays, and she went and it was open" I wasn't paying much attention bc I was pissed at the red car guy. Also Maniac by stray kids is playing on the TV so I'm tiny dancing to it while my mom laughs that I actually learned the choreography (a nice laugh, not a mocking one)

Then they was somewhere else. I was on my grandma's living room, dancing probably, and it's nighttime, I look outside the glass door that leads to the garden and I see a face over the wall of the garden, and I try to take a better look at it and it was one of my language teachers, but I was like naked or at least on underwear (for some reason) so I dropped to the floor hugged my legs and hoped she'd go away and stop looking at me bc the wall is really high and that meant she was looking on purpose (that teacher is always nice and chill irl tho)

Then my grandma comes in sees me on the floor and Idk what happened with that.

THEN I'm not me anymore, I see stray kids talking with Billie Eilish while she's on a bed I think, but she was on pajamas or smth (a light purple loose short sleeves shirt that reached to right below her knees, she wasn't wearing pants). They seemed to be friends. Then I'm on the MANIAC Mv??? And stray kids was singing obviusly, but I see the Mv and I remember the song and I see them dancing. Then I see Billie and she's like on a poorly lit room made of dark wood (yesterday I was looking up some wood types, so I'm guessing it was ebony wood) but also it somehow looked like rusty metal.

Now we're on another room, Billie (at this point I can't tell the difference of if I am Billie or if I'm just an spectator of the events) is running on stairs running away from someone that was black and gray and had a hat, kind of like if Sun was Dr Facilier. And she's running upstairs bc apparently the guy is terrifying for her (I probably was her since I was terrified too), and then she reaches a sort of attic but it has unstable floor and some parts aren't floor they're just a hanging bridge with no handrail and it's probably hanging in the air. And there are a bunch of kids that have been with her for like one or two floors and now they're all on the attic. The guy is like floating around us, and he has a toy on his hand. Maniac was still playing on the background, and I think I heard some kids singing, the music sometimes fades out for a moment but comes back immediately. The guy shows us the toy to go grab it, I'm right in front of the bridge, I take a step forward, then five back after realizing it doesn't stand my weight and that I have no support at all if I fall (there was no visible floor below the bridge or the attic in general, just darkness). I stop the kids from trying to walk on the bridge as the guy waves the toy

I have no idea what happened after that, I either forgot or woke up right after that

#Dreams #I went to sleep at like 1:30 in the morning and I'm currently in the need to go back to sleep #My eyes hurt #I rubbed them too hard #Stray Kids #billie eilish

[girltomboy]

So ever since I came to my parents' house I've been having these weird and highly specific dreams. The first night I had a dream that I was with my boyfriend and a bunch of my middle school classmates on a bus on our way to a music festival. My boyfriend was not sitting next to me, and I was a bit mad at him because he had bought full pass vip festival tickets despite the festival lineup being total dogshit. I was bantering with my ex classmates and they were laughing along, so I guess there wasn't that much tension. At some point the bus stopped or broke down, and one of the benefits of the full vip tickets that my bf had purchased was that if the bus broke down on the way to the festival, everyone on the bus would get free tickets for the bus ride. So my bf took matters in his own hands and spoke to the driver who accepted and agreed that everyone did not need to pay the bus fare. I remember one of my ex classmates started crying but not out of serious sorrow or heavy emotion, idk how to explain it. I started mocking her and said "no one: - Andra: starts crying" and a few other classmates laughed. Idk why I said that and she did not seem upset or anything, but it's not something I'd say irl lol. Somehow we made it to the festival field, and it was literally the size and shape of my grandma's garden. Like an empty orchard, and it was dark and no one was there. Then out of nowhere a whole pack of huge black dogs appeared from behind the hills, and started chasing our group. There was nobody around so we started screaming and running away terrified as fast as we could, and looking back at the dogs getting closer and closer to us. And then I think my mom woke me up or I heard a noise and woke up, but the dream didn't continue.

The second night I dreamed that one of my friends had a car and drove me around. I think I was also hugging him in the dream, but it was purely platonic. He took me to this building that was like members-only, or something like that, and then went to find a parking spot for his car. He was gone a pretty long time, long enough for me to be able to explore the place. I think we were not wanted there because people knew we were not part of the club, but they couldn't really say shit to us. I remember a morose man keeping his eye on me, but I wasn't afraid of him. I started to get hungry and thirsty and I stole some snacks and a big bottle of coca cola, then my friend came and we left (?? He went to park his car, came back, and then we left lmaooo). I think it was my boyfriend that came back actually, and I told him the story. But I'm not really sure. After this I ended up with this girl from college who I didn't really like personality-wise but she's the kind who tries really hard to seem interesting and deep, so in my dream I was telling her the story of where we had been, and she seemed fascinated by that place. Then she was telling me the story of a girl who went to look for almond oil, and her name was Andreea Almond, and I started laughing really dramatically and like somehow made my face split with laughter, then got it back to normal. She looked at me bewildered and then laughed. There were a bunch of other people with us, we were hanging out somewhere behind/between some buildings. At some point, just to be funny, we all said "let's all be silent and just walk around in circles so people will be freaked out" and we thought it was a funny idea. We started doing that, just walking slowly and nonchalantly in circles without saying anything, and people who walked by looked at us like we were insane, and then we would all erupt into laughter.

On the third night I had a brief dream about my manager. She was wearing a wedding dress and looked really gorgeous, but we were supposed to be on like a team building trip or something. It was like we were at my late grandma's house, then at a lake. Idk, the setting of the dream changed a lot, but we had to kill someone and then leave, that was our team building mission.

Last night I dreamt that I had left my apartment wearing 1 sneaker and 1 flip flop, and I was desperately trying my hardest to not make it noticeable. At some point I realized my sneaker had ripped at the tip and it looked similar to my flip flop, but it just looked much worse than before. I was walking down this nightlife street when suddenly 2 guys with a microphone came up behind me and asked me: "Are you going to *name of my hometown*?" I was like "what?" And they repeated the question, to which I replied "no way!" But idk why I said that lol. And they laughed and pushed me forward towards a big table in the middle of the street (the street now looked like the main street in the beach village) where there were some other people sitting. There was food on the table, and I remembered about my strange footwear. I looked at the two guys and asked them: "since I gave a good answer, will you guys give me your sneakers?" They were like "lol what no" so I turned to the table and said: "then I'm going to steal something from your table" so I took a bite out of a loaf of bread that was sitting there. They shouted at me but I jumped out of my seat and started running away towards my home. They started chasing me, but I was super fast, like jumping around parkouring on the streets and flying around corners, Subway Surfers style. So I was much faster than them and I couldn't even see them behind me anymore. At some point I was starting to get near my apartment building, when I passed this sort of sidewalk tunnel. But it was like an abandoned little house. And I heard vomiting noises from inside of it, and saw a bloody syringe sitting outside of it, with red insects crawling all over it. I snapped a photo of the syringe and saw a pool of blood nearby, meanwhile the vomiting noises persisted. I sprinted back home and saw a little boy selling plums by the kilogram in front of my building, I thought "you know the times have gone to shit when kids have to sell fruit outside an apartment building".

#what'll it be tonight?

[gravitycoil]

Dream of 5/2/22

I was at my grandma's house, staying the night for some reason. Waiting on my parents to pick me up, for some reason it was really fucking hard to survive in that house. You would get in trouble if you were up at night, and you had to turn all lights off I suddenly jolted awake (in the dream) and heard like fucked up sounds coming from one of their empty rooms. There were loud footsteps and whispery voices, I woke my friend up (he was there too lol) and I was like, if something happens fucking yell and I went in. I remember the room in very strict detail. The walls were super thin and you could hear wind and shit hit it. The carpet was that thin bumpy kind and always cold it was a dark brown room with gray walls and duct tape or aluminum foil surrounding the door. The only thing in that room was a cabinet against the wall with a radio (I think) I went to touch the radio and suddenly a bright white light flashed followed by a demonic scream. I ran out of the room and shut the door. The scream immediately stopped. My friend saw the whole thing and at this point everyone was awake. Eventually something happens where I have to open the door again but I'm greeted with a dry wall. The room no longer existed, there was writing that appeared down the hall that said something eerie (don't remember what it was) but I remember needing to call the police or something, this part is hazy but I think the spirit got neutralized and split in two worms. There was red and a yellow one, I had to get them contained before they destroyed the whole earth but they multiplied by the second and kept growing and growing. I remember at one point not knowing what to do and giving up and letting them roam outside. I learned that they liked eating flowers and plants so I made them a garden to live in.

The dream shifts at this point, I'm now outside again, I'm like a little girl with blonde hair (I think) Who really really wanted to go see this overseas show or circus or something with her friend I had a ticket which looked like a dice block it was yellow and the text on it was black. I couldn't find where the plane was taking off so I was searching and searching until I found it. But it was already in the process of taking off we both scream no and rush towards the plane. (Plane looked identical to the one in SA2) I grab onto the wheel railing of the plane and my friend hangs onto my waist. We tried to slow it down but then it kept getting higher and we both got scared my grip got tighter but I was growing tired fast I told my friend we're not going to make it and eventually I lose my grip and we fall we both scream as we fall. (I don't remember what happens then but eventually,) we come across the circus and we're like YEAAAHHH and we get in and for some reason everyone there is fucking mean. We somehow end up in the security room of this place and FOR SOME REASON to like get back at the staff or whatever we falsely report a murder to 911 (LOL???) I told my friend (which came up with the idea) how stupid her plan was but she already had called them so we were just running getting away from that area. I remember saying something like "They definitely aren't gonna know who did it" sarcastically. We found an Arctic tundra place and tried to find shelter for the night, We found a cave that had a polar bear in it and we had to run again. Now we ran into these glow stick people(?) they were small and lived in dollhouses, they were sympathetic to our lore and told us they'd tell us if and when the police came and they did which we once again ran. I remember no details after this just bits and pieces. I remember being transformed into little among us crewmates for some reason and also almost getting eaten by a large dragon thing.

Dream shift again this one is shorter but I was on the street with a few of my friends. I don't remember where or why we were going down the street but I remember I was able to stop time and rewind it a little bit to fix stuff that happens and I remember my friend getting hit by a car and I sighed and snapped my fingers and said "one more time" this time I prevented it from happening. no one knew I had this power not until we go into this... building it was like an office building with many many levels to it. We go into the elevator and go to some random floor idk what we were doing but we see this man that all at once gave all of us goosebumps. He had such an eerie aura he wore a white mask (on god looked like 035) and he was... real and fake at the same time like we could literally pick him up and put him wherever we wanted. But also he was following us or me rather cuz I was powerful I learned that we have to place him in a specific spot for a sacrifice (???) and once I put him in that spot he said ,"I accept" this is all I remember. What is this shit.

#post #beyond the tomb

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Can You Get Enough Of Me? - Michael Myers x Reader

"It's a nice day today, huh?" Y/N smiled up at the sky as she went back and forth in the swing. "Will you push me, Mickey?" "Sure." he shrugged as he got off his own swing and went behind her, pushing her the best he could. "Look, Mickey, I'm flying! Whooooo!" the little girl giggled without a care in the world, as Michael watched her long, beautiful hair going everywhere. "Okay, okay, I wanna swing too!" but before the girl could take her time and stop swinging, a bunch of older boys came by and roughly grabbed the chains holding the swing, which in turn, made the girl fall off and get hurt. "Y/N!" Michael gasped as he ran to her side, helping her up, and seeing the blood seeping from one of her legs and arm. "Aww, Myers's got a giiirlfriend! Look at them, gonna fuck? Girl, don'tcha know, Myers's a faggot?" the gang hollered maliciously, and Y/N could only frown, despite the tears of pain from her injuries, and clinging on Michael for support, she got up and yelled at the boys. "Leave Michael alone, jerks! You're rude!" but instead of trying to fight them off, or go in a brawl, she grabbed her friend's arm and dragged him away from there, knowing that if he were to get in trouble again, he'd get some bad detention, and that's the last thing she'd want. Besides...Two kids couldn't possibly fight those guys. "Why didn't you let me fight them?! I could've taken them on!" the blond boy glared at his friend, who only rolled her eyes and sighed at his childishness. "No, you couldn't. Besides, if the teachers find out you got in trouble again, who knows what will happen? Come on, let's go to the fountain, I have to wipe off the blood." Y/N muttered, going on ahead to sit on the rocks by the fountain and took out her handkerchief from her little bag, dipping it in the water and carefully wiping away the red liquid streaming down her limbs, hissing from the pain here and there, but otherwise, staying completely silent. "I'm sorry..." the girl suddenly heard the blond boy mutter, barely audible. "Huh? What do you have to be sorry about, Mickey?" as her eyes widened from the shock, she leaned forward, raising his chin up with her finger. "...I couldn't protect you. I suck. I'm as bad as that fuckass says I am..." he sighed, gently pulling away her hand and looking away from her. "Look at what they did to you. Could've been much worse. And yet, you stood up for me, while I did nothing. I'm a horrible friend." his voice was pitiful, and it was obvious he hated his lack of strength. "First of all, you aren't just my friend. You're my BEST friend. Okay? And nothing in this world will change that. Got it? Okay. Second of all, we're still little and weak. That's how kids are. Trying to fight those guys is like trying to fight the forces of nature...You...You can't fight a hurricane, you know? And...Violence isn't the answer. I mean...Look at our parents. There's nothing good coming out of that...But someday! Someday we'll get older and stronger, and nobody will bully us anymore! It just...It takes a while...I guess." she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, trying to comfort him. "That's shit! They'll see, they'll ALL pay for it! Nobody will dare be fuckers with us anymore! And when I grow up, I will make sure everyone is nice to you." he was so revolted, but his anger gradually dissipated as he felt her warmth. "Please don't speak like that. Calm down, Mickey. Things are okay now. At least we have each other, and we will always have each other, don't forget that, okay?" she leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a while, only to hear an aggressive male voice booming through the park which made the girl yelp and tremble in fear. "GET AWAY FROM THAT FREAK, Y/N! GET HERE RIGHT NOW!" her father yelled at her and she could only whimper silently, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating. "B-But daddy, Michael is not bad...! H-He tried to protect me from those mean boys from the playground!" she spoke meekly, slowly walking in front of her father, her head hung in fear, only for the man to burry his hand in

her hair, pulling on it roughly, making the girl yelp in pain. "Don't talk back to me, you stupid little bitch! You have no right to go against what I say while you're under MY roof, got it? Home, now." Michael couldn't even retaliate in any way, knowing that if he were to cause trouble for her, she would get in even more trouble, and that's the last thing he'd want...But why did it have to be her...?

He can take it, alright...But her...That's just not acceptable. She is small, and weak, and frail, and innocent...And there is nobody who can protect her.

Nobody but him...

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"Michael, Michael, are we going trick or treating today?" Y/N asked, skipping around him in her cutesy witch costume, while he was a boring clown. "I guess." he shrugged, pulling down his clown mask. "Come on, it's Halloween, Mickey! You love Halloween! It's your favourite holiday! And we get free candy! It's gonna be fuuun~!" she bumped him with her body, making him stumble a bit, before looking at her and groaning. "Fine, fine, we're going. I just have to tell my mum." he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his house, but on the way, she stopped him. "Hey, how about we trick or treat all the houses on the way to yours? I mean, there's nothing bad in that, right? We're just going home! It's not even considered a detour!" Y/N grinned widely, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement. "...Okay, let's do that." as he said that, Michael took out his candy bag from his schoolbag and taking her hand, they went to all house from both sides of the street. "Trick or Treat!" they both exclaimed as the first grandma opened the door with a loving look on her face. "Ahh, my, my, how cute you two are! And what do we have here...A very adorable, magical witch! And...A funny clown! How lovely!" the woman clapped her hands together to her chest, admiring the two kids. "Ma'am, he's not just a clown, he is my jester! Isn't he so cute?" she threw her arms around his neck, slamming his face to hers as she grinned even wider, making the woman laugh at them. "Yees, yes, I understand! Here, darlings, you're so adorable, take all of these. Hope to see you two, cuties, next year as well! Have fun!" the grandma patted both their heads before going back to her home. "Wiiicked! Look how much candy we've got! My fave holiday is Christmas, but honestly, Halloween is a very close runner up! Our teeth will literally rot after this!" the girl giggled as she inspected each variety of candy in her bag, "I love it 'cause I can spare people." Michael shrugged simply, but he also munched on some candy corn. "Would you scare me, Mickey?" Y/N turned her face to his, her eyes widening with a glimmering, innocent curiosity. "...No. I wouldn't. But you're the only one, okay?! Everyone else, I'd scare!" he tried to sound scary and dangerous, but it only made the little girl giggle and kiss his cheek. "You're my hero! My handsome knight in shining armour, Mickey! Thank you for protecting me. You're the best." help his soul, he wasn't used to people saying good things about him... "...But I'm ugly...That's why I wear a mask so often..." he muttered, looking down at the ground. "No! That's so not true! You're very pretty, okay? I love your face! And you have the most gorgeous eyes in the world! And...And...And your hair is so lovely, I'm jealous! Please don't say bad things about yourself, Mickey, it makes me very upset." she pouted, hugging him tightly, and it was pretty clear neither of them wanted to let go. "You won't leave me, would you, Y/N?" Michael's low voice came out barely above a whisper, but it was the only time he ever allowed himself to show any kind of weakness or vulnerability. "Never. Some day, we will be together forever, okay?" she ruffled his hair playfully, which made his face flush softly. "Hey, actually...Here you go. This is yours now. This way, if you're ever lonely, you'll remember I'm always thinking of you, okay?" Y/N grinned sweetly at him as she took off her flower-charmed necklace and put in on him, hiding it under his costume, so nobody else could see it. "Mum gave this to me on my birthday, before she died. It means the world for me, and so do you. So...Don't forget that, okay? I hope you'd smile more, you have a very pretty smile." as she said that, she squished his chipmunk cheeks.

The boy said nothing - What was he supposed to do, anyway? He was overwhelmed entirely by the only person who makes him feel...Good? But he had to go home, and he already knew that home was hell, and by the time he went there, he knew he wouldn't actually be going trick or treating, as promised...And he'd have to let Y/N down again.

Stupid family.

With a very disappointed voice, he went outside of the house and told the girl that he can't go trick or treating with her, but instead of yelling or disappointment, she just smiled and hugged him.

"It's alright! There's always next year! And besides, we already kinda went trick or treating, right? Sweet dreams, Mickey! Take care!" she waved at him cheerfully and skipped back home.

But little did she know that would be the last Halloween they'd spend together, for that night, a massacre happened at his home, and deep down, Y/N knew.

She just...Knew.

It was Michael who created that blood bath. He couldn't take all that abuse anymore, and Y/N understood that well enough...And she hated herself for thinking this, but she knew she was selfish...

If Michael didn't kill his family, they'd still have been able to hang out daily, and laugh together, lick each other's wounds, and go trick or treating on Halloween...

But she had to be happy with visiting him at Smith's Grove institute weekly with his mum, and they'd chat, and talk, and try to get him out of the shell that he hid himself into...

And he wouldn't stop hiding his face behind his masks, every week, a new one, a new one, and a new one, each time, weirder and creepier and grotesque.

No matter what his mother told him, and no matter what Y/N told him...Michael didn't listen, and the more time he spent there, the less he spoke...Until he hasn't said a word to Y/N in at least two weeks. It made the poor girl tear up, fearing that he hated her, but at least he'd shake his head and clutch his shirt where the gifted necklace would be.

And she would understand.

His mother was confused, and the Dr. was confused as well, but Y/N wasn't, and she'd smile at him and wouldn't explain what happened. It was their little secret, and nobody would be able to be made aware of.

And then...After many weeks of visiting, Michael stuck again and killed a nurse, which led to his mother committing suicide, and since she had nobody to go with to visit him, the last thing she could do was send in letters weekly, hoping they will be given to him, but she had no way of knowing, since nobody wanted to tell her anything, and no reply came by.

Until she gave up writing, thinking that Michael actually hated her, and decided to go on with her life, and her father made her move away to another state to get better education.

15 years passed, and the now 27 year old Y/N was a University graduate who worked hard and was able to get her old home in Haddonfield...To think she'd finally be able to go there again, she never would have thought that.

But here she was, having found a nice, well-paying job, and she was pretty happy, albeit nostalgic, being again back...Home. By the time she returned, she had already learnt how to play the guitar too, so every Friday night, she'd sit on her porch and play a song, softly singing along, hoping not to disturb anyone.

"I was made for lovin' you baby, you were made for loving me..." she hummed, singing the song by Kiss as she looked up at the starry night with no care in the world.

It was a simple life, but it was good and peaceful - And she had quite a lot of money to do with as she pleases - What else could ask for?

"BREAKING NEWS! A psychiatric patient from Smith's Grove escaped just last night and -..." but Y/N didn't bother hearing the rest of it, because...Because... "Michael...!" she gasped, covering her mouth with both her hands from the shock, tears threatening to fall and she goes outside, looking around, left and right, down the street, hoping to see a glimpse of the blond boy she once held so dear to her heart.

And what a coincidence, tomorrow night was Halloween...Did he do it on purpose? Did he even remember the days they spent together? Or how special Halloween was for him? Did he still have that silly necklace with him? Did he ever read her letters?

So many questions that she was pretty sure she'll never get an answer to, and that thought alone killed her.

The next day, she dressed in her Kiss loose Tshirt, remembering how that was Michael's favourite band, and somewhere in her heart, she hoped to see him again, even just by a little bit. Even a glimpse at his beautiful blue eyes would be enough.

But she knew she was dreaming...

She went to work as usual, but she was so busy that she didn't realise she ended up overstaying and overworking herself until she left the place and realised it was already dark outside, and there were barely any children trick or treating - But hey, there still were a few - And Y/N couldn't help but smile and remember the cute witch and her loyal jester.

The good times...

As she hummed carefree and looked up at the starry sky, but then she heard a crack, and looking back...Nothing? Hmm...Suspicious... She continued walking, but the ominous feeling in the back of her head continued, and so, she took out her pocket mirror and noticed a man somewhere in the back, walking towards her. A colleague from work, she recognised him, yes, she remembers him. He was kicked out from the job because of his inappropriate behaviour...And him following her now truly was no good news.

Analysing the situation, she realised she was close enough to home to make a break for it, so taking a deep breath, she sprinted the hell out of there...But...things didn't go as expected.

Before she could even reach her home, for she was pushed to the ground and straddled, his hands immediately finding their way around her neck, trying to immobilise her, to stop her from struggling and let him have his way with her.

But Y/N was a fighter, and she didn't want to allow the bullying she experienced as a child to take over her adult life, but she also didn't have the body strength to go against this guy, no matter how much she tried to struggle.

However...Before she knew it, the man stopped - Almost as if he froze - And she was splattered with liquid. It was blood. The man above her was stabbed in the chest, then in the head continuously, before his body was snatched and tossed away like a ragdoll.

Great - Y/N thought - From one criminal to another, with a whimper, she tried to get up and run away, but the man was too fast for her, and he picked her up with a weird ease, getting her inside her own house and letting her fall down on her couch.

The man saw fear in her eyes, and she was whimpering, her head hung as she tried to make herself as small as possible - As if she wasn't already so small, especially compared to him - It was pissing him off, as he remembered her jackass father abusing her. He would never hurt her! He promised her he'd always protect her, so why is she so scared of him...?!

"E-Excuse me...Uhm...Mister...A-Are you...Maybe...Uhmm...Are you Michael...?" she stuttered in such a meek voice that it grated his brain. This isn't right, Y/N was cheerful and happy. This...This wasn't right... The man got a hand underneath the neck of his blouse, only to reveal the old flower necklace from long ago. "Michael...! It really is you...Michael...I can't believe it! Oh my God...You grew up so much, this is insane!" as if a switch turned inside her, the girl jumped on her couch and threw herself on the incredibly tall man, not caring whether he liked it or not.

He was her Michael, and she missed him.

"You still don't talk, do you? Well...At least take off this mask of yours. I told you, I hate it when you hide yourself from me. I want to see your beautiful face." she chuckled, pulling Michael down with her on the couch, as he stood with his hands mid-way in the air, rather awkwardly, before finally pulling up his old mask and threading with it with his hands that were laying on his lap. "There we go, as beautiful as ever." she chuckled softly as she parted his long, dirty blond hair and letting it fall down his back, so his face could properly be seen. "Oh my God, you even have a stubble. I can't believe it. Well, we are all grown up after all, aren't we? Seems like almost yesterday when we'd go trick or treating...On this very day." she kept talking of the nostalgic things from so long ago, so much that it made Michael grunt in amusement, but his face didn't sketch any emotion. It really upset Y/N, it felt like talking to a wall. "Well, at least I'm happy that you remember me. I didn't think you did. I kinda thought you hated me too, I didn't know if you got any of my letters either. Uhm...I don't really know what to say. It's weird talking to myself like that. But I'm happy to see you again." she continued speaking before stopping altogether and fidgeting awkwardly on her spot next to him, as he didn't even move, or bother saying a single word.

They stood like that for a while, until Michael suddenly started moving, and revealed a bunch of unopened letters - All from her.

"You have all of them...!" Y/N gasped in shock, taking the letters and examining all of them one by one. "Why didn't you open them?" but instead of an answer, he shook his head. "Did you...Not have them...Until recently?" Y/N tried to guess, and the answer came in the form of a nod. "That stupid doctor! How dare he?! ...You must have felt so lonely stuck there...With your mum shooting herself, I couldn't go there anymore, so I sent you letters weekly...The doctor promised to give them to you...Urgh, what a jerk. And I thought you hated me and that's why you didn't want to reply to them...But you just got them. How annoying." Y/N groaned, realising the truth of what happened, and she let the letters fall down on the coffee table.

After some more silence between the two, Michael pointed towards her shirt, and she smiled, nodding and taking her guitar before leaning on his side. "Yeah, I know it's your favourite band. I never forgot that." she chuckled, and as she started playing the same song she knew so well - And she felt a strong arm sneaking around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. It surprised her a bit, but she felt so safe and warm in his embrace.

"I was made for lovin' you baby, you were made for lovin' me. And I can't get enough of you, baby..." she sang in the same sweet, crystalline, soft voice that he loved so much, and missed over the many years they've been separated.

"...Can you get enough of me?"

#slasher #slasher boyfriend #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slasher boyfriend imagine #slasher boyfriend x reader #michael myers #michael myers imagine #michael myers x reader #halloween #halloween imagine #halloween x reader

[calumxkisses]

Dancing In The Sky | a.i.

pairing: ashton irwin x reader

genre: fluff to angst

warnings: death (not main characters)

summary: request - Hi!!! It’s very morbid but, I really want one with ash or cal, where they’re in one of the boys house just the boys and their girls, and then the reader receive a call in the middle of the conversation telling someone in her family is dead and she just in shock and she tells them, and the he hugs her and she breaks!!! Thanks

a/n: recently my granny had to be rushed to the hospital and i thought i was going to lose her - luckly it didn't happen. i felt this request particularly close. i always say 'i love you' to my grandma before hunging up on the phone (we live pretty far away from each other) and i thought about what would happen if i forgot to say it, not knowing it would be for the last time. i'm sorry to anyone of you if this triggers you. i love you.

you should read this imagine while listening to: before you go

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The light coming in from the window on your right illuminates the whole room, it’s late afternoon but the sun shines almost as if it were noon. The scorching heat has now passed, there is a breeze that cools the air and spreads the scent of the grill in the garden, alternating the scent of grilled vegetables and steaks throughout the house. The pool water is still moving, the inflatable flamingo is wedged near the pool stairs and you can still see the tracks of Michael's wet feet near the diving board.

Halsey's songs are repeated at a low volume, but the guys sing them out loud and a smile forms on your face as you see how they are always ready to support their friends, not only publicly with tweets or instagram stories, but also in private, enjoying music like normal people do.

You hold onto the sweatshirt Ashton gave you as you grab your cell phone from the sofa and put it in your shorts pocket. Your hair is still wet from the shower you just took and it’s leaking few drops of water as you head outside, where your friends are starting to set the table for dinner.

You don't know how it happened, you have vague memories, but you feel grateful to have them around you, to have the opportunity to consider them as a second family, to be able to hug them and to be able to laugh with them. It is a fortune that not everyone has and you make sure you don't waste this opportunity.

“Honey!” Ashton yells, shaking his hand up and looking at you with an amused look. A few tufts of hair fall in front of his face and with one hand he tries to move them back, only to find them in front of his eyes again. His swimsuit is now dry, his chest is red from staying under the sun all day but his tattoos still manage to stand out in the tan and a huge smile covers his face.

Seeing him so happy, confident, at peace with his mind and in love with life, warms your heart and you almost feel like crying of joy in seeing him like this.

You wiped his tears, hugged him under the covers and held him a million times as his demons took over, when mirrors became enemies and food scared him.

You turned off his cell phone every time he read comments about his body and spent sleepless nights keeping him company while he vented his frustration by playing the drums.

You held out your hand to him while accompanying him in his battle against himself, you kissed him as he went through hell and his joy was worth every single tear.

You are proud of him, of the way he went back to wearing his favorite t-shirts and of the way he has come to love all his flaws, even though you're still sure he doesn't even have one.

As you leave the house, a cool breeze passes through your hair and you instinctively close your eyes to be able to appreciate the moment of coolness in the terrible heat of the last few days.

When you open your eyes, amazement takes over your body: the sky is not simply blue like the water in the pool you've been in all afternoon, but pink and orange clouds cover it completely; the sun hides behind them, tinges the sky with more intense colors and you feel your soul leave your body at the sight of so much beauty.

The sunset is so mesmerizing that you don't even feel the need to pick up your phone and take a picture of it, it's so beautiful that you're sure not even the best cameras would be able to capture such a marvel.

It’s a pink and orange sunset, bigger clouds are the backdrop to smaller more intense colors and the skyline of the city is slowly tinged with black, the lights of the buildings begin to see each other more and the world slows down as it prepares for the quietest hours.

The sunset arouses familiar, nostalgic, certainly not typical emotions in you; it’s so beautiful that you feel like you are living a dream, you pinch your arm lightly to make sure you are awake but Ashton's laugh reminds you that it is reality and, with that melody in the background, you understand that the difference between dream and reality is not that big.

And even if it were a dream, you know that dreaming never hurt anybody.

As the sunset surrounds you in a warm hug, a small white butterfly begins to flutter around you, spinning around and bringing a smile to your lips. The insect is small, but in the orange sky it stands out in an important way, making you feel like a Disney princess. You stretch your hand up, raising your forefinger and inviting the little butterfly to lean on it and, without fear, it leans on it, resting its wings and showing itself even more beautiful than you thought.

It’s white but at the corners of its wings it has black spots, its gaze seems to be directed towards you as its antennae move delicately. A sense of awe and wonder makes its way inside of you and you slowly bring the butterfly closer to you so you can admire it better, noticing how safe it continues to feel with you.

“Is everything alright?” Sierra asks as she sets the plates on the table, she's too busy to notice how you seem to be in symbiosis with the butterfly.

“Yeah.” You whisper while the insect continues to stay on your finger, motionless, leading you to feel a sense of peace in the moment you are living.

Suddenly, while the blue sky is giving its space to the dark night, the butterfly takes off and, after making another turn around you, heads towards the sky and merges with the lights of the stars.

You walk back to your friends, still confused about what just happened, and you see Michael trying to move the fire bowl to the corner of the pool. “Mike, if I were you I'd be more careful, you're not the luckiest person when it comes to fire.” You smile and you hear your friends laughing out loud as a grin appears on Michael's face.

“Don't worry, Crystal has seen enough tv shows about doctors to know what to do if I get burned again.” He replies looking at his girlfriend and laughing.

“Shut up and come here,” Crystal responds by pretending to be offended. “Dinner’s ready.” her lips try to hold back the smile that is forming on her face.

You sit on your boyfriend's lap while Luke sets the meat on the plates and Sierra pours the beer into your glass. Ashton pushes your hair to the side and kisses you on the neck, giving you goosebumps and getting winks from his friends.

“You’re terrible.” he replies while looking at them and squeezing his hands on your lap, his head resting on your back while he rolls his eyes and smiles. Everyone burst out laughing and the sound of their laughter still feels like the most beautiful melody to you.

As you are about to take your first bite, your phone starts ringing and vibrating inside the pocket of your shorts. You put your fork down and stand up, being careful not to trip over Ashton's feet as he gives you a questioning look. You give him a kiss on his head and you go away slightly from your group so you can hear better.

Your mother's voice is low as you bring the phone to your ear, a smile forms on your face to hear the sound of her voice but the world collapses on you a few seconds later, when her words become understandable while she cries.

The conversation is short-lived, it is mostly made up of your mother's sobs and words you never wanted to hear. Your mouth opens slightly and your heart seems to stop. And when she closes the call, you have a hard time figuring out if you are having a nightmare or if you are still in reality.

“Was that your lover on the phone?” Calum smiles as you stare at your phone screen as soon as you hang up the call. You look up and see everyone's gaze on you as your eyes start to pinch.

“It was my mother,” you take a deep sigh as you try to find the courage to speak. “My grandmother died a couple of hours ago. She's gone and-” and the words die in your mouth.

Your friends' smiles quickly transform as their brows rise and their eyes lose their light. Crystal is the first to hug you, in less than a second her arms are around you but it's all so surreal that you can't even find the strength to move your body. You hear whispers, but your ears are muffled as Ashton takes the place of your best friend and holds you close to his chest, kissing your hair and whispering words of comfort.

It all happens so fast that you struggle to metabolize, it seems to you that the whole world has stopped or is going too fast, it is hard to try to understand as your mind repeats your mother's words all over again.

You talked to your grandmother the day before, you described to her the weather and you told her all the projects you had in mind, including going to see her as soon as possible. She had told you some stories from her past because she knew how much you loved hearing stories from other times and then you said goodbye to her in a hurry because someone had rang the doorbell.

You didn't tell her you loved her and your heart breaks even more at the realization that she left without knowing the affection you felt for her.

Did she know you loved her? Did she know that she was the most important person to you? Did she know you were grateful for all the sacrifices she had made to make you happy? Did she know you were proud of her? Did she know you loved the way she kissed your hands? Did she know how much you cared about her? Or did she pass wondering if you loved her?

If that were the case, you would never forgive yourself.

Part of you, however, is aware that behind those wrinkles and trembling hands, there were years of wisdom and intelligence and that, even when she was sick, she knew that you loved her unconditionally.

You still remember how she was the one who taught you to ride a bike when your parents were too busy working, how her hunched back bent even more as she pushed you along the street outside your childhood house, letting you go on your own when you learned, while still lying to you about how her hands were attached to the bike, to make you feel protected.

You certainly still remember the way she bragged about you, how she proudly used to tell all the ladies at the grocery store that you were her niece, her greatest joy and the best gift she ever received.

And, if you close your eyes and focus, you can still feel the warmth of the old fireplace in her home, of her hands holding yours while your face was resting on her shoulder. You can still hear the sound of burning wood, of her sweet voice singing melodies belonging to past eras while, between one verse and another, her lips kissed your head and whispered words of love.

Most of all, you have memories of how her arms wrapped around your little body when there was a thunderstorm, when the screams inside your house got too loud and when you saw her again after weeks, with your hearts coming back to beat in unison and your lungs beginning to breathe again.

Now that she is gone, who would be by your side? Who would teach you to cook and sew?

You would no longer hear her heart beating when you leaned against her chest, you would no longer hear the sound of her breaths when you slept next to her, you would no longer wake up with the smell of the flowers she grew and, above all, her dry, wrinkled lips would no longer whisper “I love you” to you.

All the fights, all the moments when you were bothered by her calls and all your snorting about the boredom of being with her bring a pang to your heart that tastes of guilt and arrogance, of shame and wasted moments that won't come back.

She was now gone, her heart had beaten for the last time and her eyes had stopped shining and the more time passes, the more her absence starts to hurt.

While your friends are around you to not leave you alone and Ashton hugs you tightly while caressing your hair, everything seems to start to make sense: the butterfly that just moments before had leaned on your hand, the sunset so beautiful and intense - she was there, she was giving you her last goodbye with all the delicacy possible.

She was reassuring you that she will always be there for you, that she will be in the sunsets under which you will fall asleep and that she will be the butterflies that will fly around in the sky, to reassure you that everything’s gonna be alright.

And with this new certainty and a weight in your chest that will slowly go away, you let yourself go, the tears begin to roll down your face and the sobs echo in the silence of the evening, as the stars light up the sky and God gains a new angel.

Ashton knows it won't be easy, that it will be months before that pain will become more bearable and that family lunches and dinners will be harder, that that empty chair around the table will be a stab in the heart every time.

But he also knows that you are strong, that you will be able to overcome everything, that sadness will turn into a smile when you’ll remember her and that, whatever happens, in a way or another, he will always be there next to you, just like your grandma used to be.

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#5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin imagine #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin #ashton irwin x you #ashton 5sos #ashton fletcher irwin #calum 5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #michael 5 seconds of summer #luke 5sos #luke hemmings

[floresmarique]

THREAD: THE COBRA KAI BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS (SPICY STUFF INCLUDED)

Johnny;

You met him in a bar and he offered you a drink

Ended up having sex on the same night because the sexual tension was too much

He asked for your number the next day

"Would you like to do that again?"

You ended up dating

A G E G A P

When you found out he was teaching in a dojo, you wanted to join in but he snapped

"You are gonna be a distraction for me, babe"

Showed up anyway the next day at the dojo just for the sake of making him mad

He kept your relationship as a secret to his students

A N G R Y S E X I N H I S O F F I C E A T N I G H T

He likes to snuggle you before sleeping because he wants to feel you next to him

He's a soft bby when he's sleepy

He likes to see you wear his clothes

He made you wear his large black gi and laughed his ass off

He ✨railed you✨ right after that

Your arguments are mostly about him wanting to beat up someone and you trying to make him think about that

Sometimes you both have the same ideas and an apocalypse happens

He is ✨possessive✨

Likes to call you with pet names such as; babygirl, babe and, when's he's being really soft, also angel

Secretly dreams about your wedding and family

"I'd like our son to have your eyes, my hair colour and my physiognomy. He's gonna be a fucking badass."

When he's feeling good, he wakes you up in the morning with a breakfast he made himself

Most of the times the pancakes are burned but you still eat them to make him happy

He likes rough sex or to passionately make love to you

Has a kink for choking-

Likes when you get dominant

Sometimes he needs reassurance in the most inappropriate moments

"Babe, do you still love me?"

"Yes Johnny, i love you but we are at a funeral-"

He snores a lot and you have to slap his face in the middle of the night to make him stop

You have a kink for him with a beard

"Don't shave it- fuck me in that before"

He likes it when you call him "Sensei"

Your relationship is basically a comedy but you love each other to the core

Daniel;

You met him at the end of the 80s at the University

He spilled coffee on you by mistake and started to stutter

You chuckled and saw that he was an hottie so you didn't get mad

He tried to wipe the coffe away from you shirt with his jacket but made the situation worse

Accidentally touched your boobies and died inside

You both crushed on each other and started to hang out together

NEVER SEPARATED AFTER

He asked you to marry him after 3 years of relationship-

You obviously said yes

His mother showed you embarassing pics of him when he was younger

Daniel watched everything from afar with a 'i really want to sink into the floor and enter another dimension' glance

Your first time was sweet and intense

You then discovered that he was ✨KiNkY✨

You were sHoCkEd when you realized he had a daddy and choking kink

He likes lingerie on you

You know shit is about to go down when he returns home from work and stays silent till he gets close to you

"You were on my mind all day, love"

HE LIKES TO CALL YOU DIRTY NAMES TOO-

You like to spy on him while he is practicing his Karate skills

You literally begged for him to train you

He eventually tried to train you but you always ended up kissing and ✨fucking✨

Your arguments are about you getting mad at him because he forgets important things and him getting mad at you because you don't forgive him quickly

You give him the silent treatment when you're mad

He teases you till you start laughing and showers you with material gifts

"I'm sorry honey, can you please forgive me now?"

He doesn't snore when he sleeps but moves so much to the point of accidentally pushing you out of the bed

When you fall asleep while cuddling, he will stay in that position all night

Likes to see you with his button up shirts

He's the most romantic bby in the world

Your relationship is so good that is envied by many people-

Miguel;

You met him in a grocery store

While waiting in the line, he 'accidentally' bumped into you

"I like those cereals too!"

You started talking so much that when it was your turn, the cashier had to call you three times YELLING

He asked for your number out of the grocery store and immediately texted you when you turned your back to him to walk away

He made silly jokes just to make you laugh

When he saw you at school, you waved at him but he runned away while his two friends stood there confused

"Sorry, i wasn't mentally prepared to see you there, like that, it's a lot of pressure-"

You thought that it was pretty cute that he felt embarassed so you brushed it off

After two months he finally asked you to go on a date with him at the Arcade

Your first kiss was goofy and you bursted out laughing in his face

He then cupped your cheeks and gave you a vEry intense kiss

You were officially together after that

When you first visited his house, his grandma offered you a joint that you refused but it made you support her to the maximum-

Carmen treated you as you were already his wife-

When you first mentioned the word 'sex' to him, he started to sweat

You then realized he was an horny boy because whenever you touched him even just to caress him, he had an erection-

You both were unexperienced virgins

When you first gave him a blowjob he literally screamed

Your first time was slow and romantic

"Is this okay? Does it hurt?" Every five seconds

He felt a man after losing his v-card

He ALWAYS holds hands with you, even at school

After seeing you at the tournament to support him, he sent you a wink that made you squeal-

He celebreated the victory of the tournament with a party in your panties- (if u know what i mean)

He likes to send you sweet texts while you're sleeping so that you can read them the next morning and wake up with a smile

Arguments???? What are those????

He never wants to fight with you because he's too scared to lose you

He will let you know if something is bothering him anyway

He is a softie, what do you expect?

Tells you that he loves you at least 3 times a day

Relationship goals

Hawk;

He had a crush on you before becoming Hawk

Was literally too scared of rejection to ask you out but found the courage after he completely changed his whole vibe

You said yes, obviously

You went went out to eat and then had a walk while he rested his arm around your shoulder

Your first kiss was a full make out session-

He also grabbed your ass and you didn't mind-

When you told him that you liked him even before, he didn't believe you

He liked to act like a badass infront of the others but was completely vulnerable with you

He once cried while talking to you about his past and fell asleep in your arms right after

You liked to help him style his hair and you were also the one that dyed them everytime

Your first time with him happened during a make out session

He didn't use protection and you got mad at him for that

"Babeeee c'mon, i pulled out! the worst that can happen is a little Hawk, nothing bad about it"

He dies of jealousy everytime someones looks at you but acts like he doesn't care

You know he cares and you tease him about it-

Which leads to a very intense fuck-

His mother loves you SO MUCH

Literally so much that sometimes he jokes about it

"I think you love her more than you love me???"

You had just one serious argument and it was about you getting mad at him for how he treated his old friend acting like a bully

He told you to ✨fuck off✨

At 3:00 am he was knocking at your door crying desperately

"I'm sorry, please, i'm sorry"

You tried to act tough but when you saw him you started to cry too

He understood what you meant and listened to you

Your relationship has up and downs but your love is strong so you overcome every difficulty together

Demetri;

You met him in the Science Lab

"You know, i think that what you're doing is wrong and i know how to make it right"

Little did you know that he would have used the same mechanism with your heart too-

He wasn't the type that crushed over girls but when he saw you, not even his smart mind knew what was happening to him

He narrowed his eyes at you when you wanted to sit next to him at lunch

"Well if you want to get bullied then, you can sit here i guess"

He was too awkward to ask you out so he sent Miguel to talk to you-

The situation made you laugh so you accepted

Your first date was at your house because he told you he didn't like crowded places

You watched 'Tron:Legacy' and you loved to see how excited he got during the movie

You made the first move and kissed him

"Why did you do that?"

He stood up right after and headed to the bathroom

You heard him talk alone while you regretted your life decisions

After 20 minutes he returned in your room and kissed you before you could speak

People couldn't believe he was dating someone at first

He liked to show you off because he thought you were the prettiest girl he ever met

He still had troubles telling you everything

He got a ✨boner✨ everytime you hugged him

You never had the sex talk, it just happened

"Why are you on your knees- oh"

Having sexual experiences boosted his confidence

It really made him less of a smartass but also very paranoid

"What if you're pregnant now?"

"I swallowed, i can't get pregnant like this! I thought you were smarter than that."

Your first time was kinda awkward and short but you weren't surprised about it

As time went by, he started to get more comfortable with his sexuality and became a very gentle and passionate lover

He had his whole future with you all planned out

He loves to call you "Honey"

Your arguments are mostly about movies or books you both like

He takes them seriously tho and you kinda like to see him full of rage

"Just accept it, i'm right and you are wrong. I still love you anyway, honey"

It took him some time before he started to feel comfortable with cuddles

He doesn't like P.D.A because he prefers to have you all to himself without anyone watching

He likes to hold hands with you anyway

Your relationship is strong and everyone thinks you were both made for each other

Robby;

You first saw him at the tournament

You were in the Cobra Kai dojo-

You both shared som glances and at the end of the tournament you congratulated with him even tho he lost

He acted a little bit cold and just nodded

The day after he called his father just to ask about you-

Johnny knew what was up and helped him, combining the both of you

You are the main reason why Johnny and Robby got closer

When you found out your Sensei was his father, you understood why Robby was so hot-

Your first date was pretty chill and it was at the cinema

You both knew each other better, whispering in the middle of the movie

He was a flirt ALL THE TIME

But also a sweet bby

Your first kiss happened at the end of the night infront of your house

He went from "angel baby boy" to "your daughter calls me daddy too" very quickly

Johnny acted like it wasn't a big deal but asked about you two at least 2 times a week after training

Robby couldn't keep his hands to himself whenever you were around

You snogged EVERYWHERE when you had the opportunity

He invited you multiple times at his house since his mother was never around

You let him vent about his relationship with his parents and listen to him

Your first time happened on his couch

It started with you simply cuddling while watching a movie and then an heated make out session happened

It was slow and passionate with him whispering to you how much he loved you

When he told you he was a virgin before you and always lied, you didn't believe him

He is a sucker for P.D.A

You are both two jealous bastards and your arguments are mostly about jealousy

You were jealous of Sam and a big argument started because of that

He reassured you, telling you that he only had eyes for you

He secretly is a bottom most of the time-

But when he takes control, he will ✨rail you✨

He's proud of you and loves to show you off

He LOVES cuddles so much and can't sleep if he doesn't feel your fingertips in his hair-

Your meeting with his mother was awkward since she was with another man-

He is ✨protective✨ and will never let you get hurt

Loves to see you blush while he tells you sweet things

Got mad when you told him that you thought Johnny was hot

"He is my father!"

"Yeah and you both have the same DNA, so both hot-"

Gave you the silent treatment after but lost it when he found you with only one of his shirts on the bed-

He always has new ideas whenever you two hang out together

"We should go climbing-"

He is so romantic, like DAMN-

"I'm a gentleman in the streets and a beast in the sheets"

Calls you "babygirl" everytime

Your relationship is long lasting and never boring

Aaaaa this is my second thread lmao, hope you liked it- ♡

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Arvin Russell - The preacher’s sins (1/2)

Requested by an anon, please enjoy it! It was too long, so I divided it in two parts. I’ll post the next one tomorrow!

Plot: there is nothing bigger for you than the love you feel for Arvin Russell. Not a lot of people can awaken what he does in you, with his cheeky smile and chocolate eyes. Now, a stranger threatens to break that bond, manipulating where it hurts the most.

Warnings: It’s the devil all the time, and you know the preacher. So if you’re reading this, it’s because you’re alright with what’s about to happen. Anyway, violence and manipulation.

Arvin’s car was waiting for you when your shift at the café ended. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face when you thought about the upcoming events; a whole weekend just for the two of you, in your house since your parents were away in a business travel. That meant you could sleep in the same bed, have your own space and dream about finally moving in together. As you crossed the street jogging, your bag hanging from your left shoulder, you thought you could get used to it.

He was smoking, looking ahead and lost in his thoughts. Some wild strands of hair had fallen on his face, making him look a bit more childish that usually. Arvin Russell looked as handsome as ever, and for two whole days, would be handsome only for you.

“Arv” you announced your presence when you climbed in the seat beside him, rubbing your arms in an attempt to get ride of the rain’s coldness.

“Hey, pretty girl”

Arvin dropped his denim jacket over you, and while you put it on, he threw his cigarrete through the window’s car, moving his hand around to get ride of the smoke. Once he made sure you wouldn’t choke with it, he closed the car’s windows and looked at you with a half-smile.

“I can’t believe it’s finally happening” you giggled softly, enjoying that moment of excitement and peace.

“Hope ya haven’ changed your mind” Arvin quickly pressed his lips against your cheek, before starting the car. “How was work?”

As you started talking about a cute dog which owner had let you pet, Arvin drove you to your house. He managed to listen to the story, drive safely and sneak a hand so that he could hold yours.

During most of the weeks, it was hard to see him. He was busy with his family and his part times job, taking what he could to earn a little money. Lenora took a lot of his time too, because she often got picked up by the bullies at highschool and Arvin insisted in picking her up every day. Then, he went with her to the grave yard to visit his mother, and he stayed with her until she finished. Sometimes, he would sneak for a few minutes and come visit you in the café, ordering the cheapest thing in the menu and watching you for afar.

Neither of you had a lot of free time. Your family, humble and hard-working, was also very conservative, so even if they accepted your relationship with Arvin, they didn’t like when he stayed at night. His family didn’t have a lot of free space neither, and if they had they didn’t see with good eyes sleeping together before marriage.

That week hadn’t been different. You had been working every afternoon until the sun came down, and then drove back home. The only difference was that you had been stopping briefly at the church, to talk with the new preacher. You knew Arvin didn’t like him – which was why the mood darkened on the way to your house.

“He ain’t good, Y/N” he grumbled, briefly looking at you.

“You don’t know him, it’s just – he’s new here, he needs a chance to prove himself” you defended. “I know what he did to your grandma was wrong, but we can’t judge him by one mistake!”

“It wasn’ just one mistake. He talks and talks ‘bout how everyone is a sinner but ‘im” Arvin protested.

“Arvin, please” you shifted closer to him and placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be just a few minutes. He told me he needed my help with something, you don’t even have to see him.”

The preacher, indeed, had told you the previous day that he wanted to meet you in the church on Friday. You hadn’t told him your plans with Arvin, even if he was kind of interrupting your peaceful weekend with your boyfriend; probably, because you knew he wouldn’t approve you spending the night with him.

Deep inside, you knew that Arvin was probably right; he always was at the end, no matter what he was talking about. He was the one who said that the boy who Lenora’s was after wasn’t a good man, and now he had fun chasing her with a bag and awful words. There was something about the preacher that you didn’t like either, but you still didn’t know what. For now, you wanted to be on his good side.

“So? Can we stop?”

“I’d feel better if not” Arvin scoffed. “But I guess that’s a yes”

Arvin stopped on the graveyard, an empty place where the sun was setting already. It was dark and silent, and even you, who wanted to stop, were starting to reconsider the decision. You looked out the window, seeing that the church’s door was open and a dim light could be seen from the inside. Arvin exited the car without another word, and you knew he was pissed. He wasn’t too keen on sharing his feelings, even more when they weren’t of love or happiness.

You had been dating for seven months officially, and it had been ten since he asked you for a date after your shift at the café. There was no way you could make him talk about it and comfort him before the sun disappeared completely, so you decided to ignore him and walk towards the church. Still, before entering you looked back, half expecting him to be ready to leave and pick you later. But he had lighted up another smoke and was leaning against the car, looking to his feet.

Much less happier than before, you entered the church. You wanted nothing more than Arvin to be happy, and if you were up to wish anything, for him to have a better relationship with the rest of Knockemstiff; starting with the preacher.

He was sitting in the first row, reading from a small book. The faint lights you had seen came from the candles, which made the place much more scarier than usually. You didn’t think anything about it, not even when you made yourself heard by calling him and he told you to close the door. It was a cold, October day, so you guessed there was nothing wrong with it. After looking at Arvin once more, and receiving no smiles, you closed the door behind you.

“What did you want me for, preacher?”

“Come sit with me, Y/N” he patted the bench beside him, and you approached him. “You ever read the bible?”

“Um, a little. Lenora reads to me sometimes, a-and from what I hear on Sundays” you explained, not really wanting to say it out loud.

The truth was that you had never learned how to read. You had had to drop out of highschool at a young age because your mother had fallen ill, and your father couldn’t manage the family business on his own. With no money to buy books or material, your father had you help in on the shop. You were good with numbers, from years of experience, and you were starting to know what some words were written like thanks to Lenora and Arvin. But not a lot of people in Knockemstiff knew that you didn’t write the orders down in the café because you didn’t know how.

The preacher hummed, finally raising his eyes from the small book on his lap. He shifted closer to you, until you were sure you could hear his heartbeat. He showed you what he had been so focused on, and while you knew some of the letters, it all looked like garbage.

“This is my favourite part” he said, his voice soft but with a sharp edge. “Mom used to read it to me every night, too. You know it?”

“U-um, yeah” you said. Quickly, you tried to search for a word that you could understand. Lenora always read to you a passage of the bible when you went to their house, and maybe you could know what was it about. However, the preacher closed the bible before you had time to find it.

“God is merciful and benevolent, Y/N” he stretched one arm behind your shoulders, and you felt tears run to your eyes when you understood he knew it. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of – Arvin had managed to convince you it wasn’t, but you felt embarrassment crawl through your spine. “He forgives us all, all of our sins. But you know what is what he doesn’t forgive? Lies”

The back of your hair was grabbed with so much force that you emitted a low cry. If the door had been open, maybe Arvin would have heard you. But he angrily pacing around the graveyard, thinking about how he shouldn’t be so hard with you, and you were too afraid and embarrassed to scream any louder.

You were met with the preacher’s hard eyes, hateful and unforgivable. The back of your head throbbed from how hard he was gripping it, and finally a lonely tear made its way down your cheek. It seemed to offend him more, because he squeezed harder.

“You think you’re worthy of stepping into this temple?” he hissed, his hot breath making you shudder. “You think I wouldn’t find out that you can’t read? Or that you spend the nights with that boyfriend of yours?”

“Preacher –“

“Shut the fuck up!”

The nice man who you had been talking to the rest of the week disappeared in thin air, and you were thrown to the ground with a force you didn’t know the kind preacher had. A small cry of pain left your lips as your right wrist bent awkwardly against the edge of the bench, and you tried to move away. But the preacher had other ideas, because he hoisted you up until his face was inches away from you again.

You were sure he would just bash your head against the bench and Arvin would only have your cold body for the weekend when his face morphed, and that calm that always surrounded him was back. He sat on the bench again, and put his head against his hands, as if he was in deep thinking. Before you could think about running out of there screaming Arvin’s name, the preacher talked.

“Get naked”

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having an affair with dad’s best friend!bucky

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Warning: implied smut, age gap, mentions of death, a tiny bit of angst.

Summary: moving to a small town was hell but who would’ve thought that it would bring you heaven?    

You recently just moved to the small town from the big city. Being a city girl and having your superficial needs constantly fulfilled, moving to this small town makes you feel isolated and bored constantly. You were used to living in a big house and going to NYC’s best private school due to your parents’ fortune, but because your grandmother was ill, your parents decided that they had to move back home to be closer to your grandma to watch over her.

Your parents held a barbecue party in their backyard and invited some of their old friends. At least the one who still lived in that godforsaken town. You planned to stay in your bedroom the whole time because you couldn’t care less about interacting with your parents’ old mates, but they forced you to join and so you did, and that’s whet you met him.

Your dad introduced you to one of his old mates. They were best mates in high school. 

 “Hey there, the name’s Bucky.” He smiled flirtatiously.

Holy shit. 

You tried to hold your composure but you were internally starstruck. The man was gorgeous.

It turns out that you were neighbours. He lived right next to you and that’s why he and your dad were so close, they practically grew up together. 

One time, you were hanging out at the local diner with your new friends and you had to leave since it was nearing your curfew. The diner wasn’t that far from your house so you walked. 

 Although it caused a lot of whining out of you, having used to being driven to everywhere.

The crisp autumn air made you tuck your hands into your pocket as you walked home. 

Then you heard a honking sound as a car pulled up on the road.

“Hey, y/n, right?” 

It was Bucky, he had a smile on his face as his window was opened.  

He offered you a ride and he was on his way home himself. You were a bit reluctant at first but eventually, you got in. 

You had a small talk on the way to home. He spoke about your dad, this town, and asked you about school. He wasn’t shy when dropping a few flirtatious comments though.

“Well, with a face like yours, I’m sure the boys would treat you nicely.”  

“You’d know about that, don't you Mr. Barnes?” 

“Just call me Bucky, sweetheart.” He winked.

You had to control your breathing so that he wouldn’t notice the way it changed when he did that. 

He dropped you right in front of your house and said goodbye. He waited until you were inside to park his car in his garage. You dreamt of him that night, and not exactly an innocent one.

Days turned into months, and every time you saw each other, you got a little bit bolder. You’d sneak around to come over to his place and have a ton of hot and heavy sex.

To say he was good in bed was an understatement. He was a god. He knew how to work your body inside out, how to pleasure you and how to get you off in the precise moment.

  One time you were lying in bed, basking in the afterglow of your fourth round that day and you coquettishly asked, “would you fuck me against that window?”

“As much as I’d love to show the whole town that you’re mind, I wouldn’t wanna risk giving your dad a heart attack, princess.” 

To compensate it, he fucked you in the bathroom, against a shower glass door that night. 

As carnal as your relationship was, you’d often talk about sentimental things too. Such as his past and how his father left when he was only six years old. His mother had to raise him and his little sister, Rebecca on her own. How Winnifred’s death three years ago still affected him to this day. And how he’d text his sister every day who was studying abroad to London to be a photographer. 

You would often talk about your relationship too and where it was going. Could you make it? How’d you tell your parents about it? What would happen when you go to college and leave town? The conversations would often stretch for hours and you’d have to tiptoe your way into the house to make sure you don’t wake your parents up. 

Even after spending hours with him and living next to each other, you still texted each other goodnight before you went to sleep. You dreamt of him again that night. You always dreamt of him. 

You were in your last year of high school and you had been occupied with a lot of things; college applications, SAT, final exams, earning credits, prom, etc. Your mind was all over the place, and on top of that, you began to feel like Bucky was slowly drifting apart.

You didn’t blame him though. Every time Bucky would ask you to come over or when your parents were out of town for business matters, Bucky would ask you if he could come over to your house, you’d often ignore his texts or calls. Or when you do answer, you’d always say you were busy or not today. When you did have time to talk to him, you were already fatigued with homework and studying to get into your dream school. 

Nate, who was a popular jock in your school asked you to be his date to prom and it wasn’t like you had a boyfriend you could publicly hold hands to prom with so eventually you had to choose one guy to be your date, and you had already rejected five guys.

Bucky knew about it and he wasn’t too happy with it. He didn’t like the idea of another man, especially one whom he viewed as if he was his understudy, touching you, holding you and dancing with you. You tried to convince him that you were only friends and that he was only going to be your prom date. Nothing more, but he still stormed out in tantrum like a child.

It had been weeks since you last talked to each other and you missed him terribly. Every time you ran into each other before you leave for school and he was leaving for work, you’d wave at him and try to greet him, but he’d always avoid eye contact with you and pretend that you weren't there at all.

You texted him to meet you in this secluded park, one that you and Bucky used to go on dates with. Bucky showed you this place and now it has become a spot of your clandestine meetings. You didn’t know if he was going to show up at all. He didn’t even reply to your text, but you still waited for him and hoped that he’d be there. You refused to believe that you two were completely done. You cared about each other too much for your story to end over juvenile things.

He was fifteen minutes late and you were losing faith. You were ready to head back home when you heard the familiar revving of his engine. He wore a black jacket and a grey shirt with blue faded underneath and he looked so damn good. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that this magnetic force of a man was yours. You were hoping that he was still yours.

“Let’s go for a walk, yeah?” 

You started with small talks that turned into a deeper, warmer conversation. There was a lot of unspoken words between the two of you and you wanted nothing more to apologize but what the hell would you be sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Bucky was the first one to apologize and he admitted that his jealousy was rational and that he had missed you so badly. 

You stopped at a small bridge of the park and that’s when the unresolved issue that you both had dreaded came up again.

“We still haven’t figured out how we’re going to maintain a long-distance relationship, have we?” Bucky stopped in the middle of the pathway and leaned against the barrel of the bridge, with his arms crossing in front of his chest and his face contorted into a dejected one. 

“That’s actually what I’m here to talk to you about…” You took a deep breath, fearing that what you were about to say would only cause a further clash between the two of you. “What if you just… Leave this town and come with me to New York? You can find a new job and we can leave in my apartment and we can finally live together. Away from my parents, away from this town. We can be whoever we wanna be. We can be together.” 

Bucky pondered at what you just said. He never thought about leaving this town. This town was all he knew. His ma raised him and Rebecca in that house and left him with it when she died. But you made him realize that there’s more to life than this small town and that he didn’t have to fear of change as long as he had you. And there was no one else he’d rather be with than you. 

His silence stifled you. You took his lack of words as an objection but it was the opposite. He grabbed your face and kissed that nervous frown out of your face. You looked so adorable but he liked it better when you were smiling.    

“New York doesn’t sound like the worst idea.” 

“Does this mean you will-” You grinned.  

“Yes, I’m gonna follow you wherever you go. Everyone’s gotta choose their own path, and you are my path.” 

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Coach Cavill - Chapter 11

Summary: Amelia and Henry are going apple picking.

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 5.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t know Henry’s family (well duh 🙄), but I wrote them in a way it would fit into this story. However, please keep in mind that this is in no way reality. Also, I know it has been over a month since I last updated this fic, so thank you for your patience 🥰

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After what seemed the longest day at school, I quickly drove home, so I could get ready for my date with Henry. I’ve been looking forward to it since the moment we agreed to it. I love apple picking and the fact that I get to spend even more time with Henry, is definitely something I’m not saying no to.

Yesterday morning and this morning Henry came by to bring us all something nice to drink (a caramel cappuccino in the morning just hits different) and to pick up his sandwiches. I can’t believe that this is actually happening right now. After divorcing Dean, I thought dating was out of the question, really. I figured Dean would move on with his new girlfriend (and I mean, he certainly did: they’re getting married and have a baby—I think that definitely qualifies for moving on), while I would sit in my house, surrounded by my kids and my friends and I’d probably date when I was over fifty, when the kids would be long off on their own.

I mean, I wasn’t opposed to it. I had been with the same man since I was eighteen, being on my own felt like an entire lifetime ago and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

However, I met Henry and it seems to fit. I wouldn’t have dared to dream someone like him fitting here so perfectly.

My house is filled with kids. They all know I’m going out and when I’m gone, they have the place to themselves and don’t have to—and I’m quoting both myself and Eve here—use their inside voices as Eve is still working. While Benji, Lola, Jake, Isabella and Yara are all hanging on the couches watching some tv, I’m frantically running around, in order to get myself ready for this date. I took a quick shower, to clean myself up a little, since there was a slight peeing incident today at school and unfortunately, some got spilled on me. Not on accident of course. Poor kid was really anxious the entire day, since it’s not going well with his grandma. Besides, my own kids and Eve’s kids all peed or puked on me at least once, so you could say I have seen my fair share.

‘Amelia,’ Lola says, as I’m pacing through the living room, ‘why are you nervous?’

‘I’m not nervous,’ I tell her.

Benji smiles. ‘Yes mom, you are. Relax, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a date.’

I sigh deeply, knowing deep down that it’s not a big deal and I should relax. It’s indeed just a date and I already know Henry. He comes by in the morning and gives me a kiss. Nothing to worry about. ‘Am I looking too casual?’ I ask them, as I look down to my tight blue jeans, the thick black sweater and the black ankle boots. I have my warm white coat ready on the backrest of the seat. ‘This is too casual,’ I conclude.

‘Mom,’ Isabella says, while she sits on Lola’s lap, ‘you look really pretty and I know that Henry thinks so too. This morning he said that you looked really pretty.’

He did what? ‘When did he say that to you?’ I ask her.

‘When you were checking your bag.’ Isabella smiles and I can’t even hide my blush.

The doorbell rings and I let out a high pitched scream.

Yara starts to giggle. ‘You can do this, Amelia,’ she says. ‘Really you can.’

I can’t believe I need a few kids to hype me up, but to be fair: I am a bit rusty in the whole dating department. If they think I’m a nervous wreck now, they should’ve seen me seventeen years ago when I went on a date with Dean. ‘I know, I’ve got this,’ I say as casual as possible. I walk to the door and when I open it, I’m met with the beauty that is called Henry Cavill. His coat hangs open, only to reveal yet another cable sweater.

‘You are absolutely breathtaking,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘I’m so lucky.’

My mouth falls open. ‘You have got to be kidding me,’ I laugh. ‘Seriously Henry, you are already the embodiment of perfection and then you say this.’

Henry looks at his shoes and from the looks of it, he is trying to cover up a blush. That is adorable, really.

‘I just have to get my coat. You want to come in?’

‘Of course,’ he says, when I step to the side to let him in.

‘Where is Kal?’ I ask him. ‘I haven’t seen him in a while.'

‘Greg and Annabelle are watching him. I can’t say no to that sweet face.’

‘Whose sweet face?’ I ask with a chuckle.

Henry simply rolls his eyes, but lets out a laugh anyway

‘Oh, by the way, you have to know there are three teenagers and two young girls sitting in the living room.’

He nods. ‘Nothing I can’t handle.’ He closes the door behind me and presses a light kiss on forehead. ‘Did I already say to you that you’re pretty?’

‘You told me I was breathtaking,’ I say with a smile. ‘But I did hear you were talking to my daughter about how pretty I looked this morning.’

He chuckles. ‘I might’ve.’ I feel his lips on the tip of my nose and my stomach twists and turns in a pleasant way. I almost forgot how the first weeks of a new relationship type of thing feels like.

I clear my throat as I try to regain some composure and together we enter the living room. Jake starts to make kissy sounds, causing me to roll my eyes. ‘Grow up, will you?’ I say to him, as I grab my coat.

Henry gently pulls it out of my hands, before holding it up for me, so I can easily slide my arms through the sleeves.

This man… Is he honestly real? I hope every minor on that couch is making mental notes, because this is peak gentleman behavior and I want them all to remember this for when they start dating.

‘I won’t,’ Jake laughs. ‘This is way too much fun.’

‘Well, I’ll keep this in mind for when you start dating,’ I say, as I zip up the coat. ‘Remember, I can embarrass you even better. Remind me, how old were you again when you peed on my porch?’

Yara pretends to vomit, while Isabella exclaims: ‘Ew, you peed on our porch? That’s disgusting!’

‘I think he was six the first time, mom,’ Benji says with a chuckle and Lola starts to laugh as well, before adding: ‘And the last time he was ten.’

‘You wouldn’t, right?’ Jake asks, his eyes enlarged.

‘If you don’t zip it, I definitely will. I have tons up my sleeve,’ I say with a smile. ‘Okay, kids, I’ll be back around dinner time. Isabella and Yara, please don’t touch the stove and oven. If you need something, ask the older kids, okay?’

‘Yes,’ the two of them say.

‘If you guys need anything, just remember, Eve is next door and I’m one phone call away.’

The five of them nod. ‘We know.’

‘Also, I’d rather have something left to eat here, so please don’t be swines and eat everything.’

‘We won’t,’ they all say.

‘And—’

‘Amelia, just go!’ Lola laughs. ‘We know how to behave ourselves here. It’s not the first time we’re alone here.’

‘Yes, mom, we’ll manage,’ Benji adds.

I nod, realizing I’m totally overreacting. They are home alone here all the time, while I hang out with Eve and Johnny. This isn’t new. ‘Right, you are totally right. I’m so sorry.’

‘Have fun,’ my daughter says.

‘We will,’ I say, ‘and Jake, for the love of God, don’t say: but not too much fun.’

‘How did you know I was about to say that?’ he asks, his voice a bit higher from sheer surprise.

‘You are fairly predictable,’ Henry says. ‘Even I knew you were going to say that.’

I finally manage to leave the place with Henry and when we’re finally in his truck, I lean over to give him a long kiss on his soft lips. He hums against my mouth, as he places his rough hand on my cheek. I can’t believe he actually deepens the kiss, but I’m not complaining at all. I could kiss this man non stop for hours on end, without getting tired of it. When we let each other go, I smile. ‘I really missed you,’ I say, ‘though I saw you this morning. Is that too clingy?’

‘Not too clingy at all, because I missed you too. I can’t get quite enough of you.’ He starts the car when we put on the seatbelts and he says: ‘I bought the ingredients you told me to buy for the pies. I also bought some whipped cream, because Greg told me if I were going to eat one of your apple pies, there has to be whipped cream on top of it.’

‘Greg is an absolute angel for reminding you, because I am out of whipped cream and he is totally right. Did you know I won the pie baking contest back in middle school with my fabulous apple pie?’

‘I did not know,’ Henry says, as he drives off. He mindlessly places his hand on my leg and I can’t stop myself to place mine on top of it. ‘I really look forward to this,’ he admits. ‘I have never been apple picking before.’

‘It’s so much fun. Pro tip: you have to walk at least twenty minutes before you start picking. Then you find the best apples.’

‘Good thing I have an expert with me,’ he says. ‘Greg told me it would be fun.’

‘You tell Greg quite a lot,’ I say with a chuckle. ‘Well, no wonder he kept wiggling his eyebrows at me yesterday.’ I wrap my arms around his thick one, before placing my head on his bicep. When Dean and I were still married, I could never sit against him like this in the car, because our seats were separated. Henry’s truck allows me to scoot over a bit to the middle, so I can melt against his broad frame. ‘I’m sorry about Jake,’ I say.

‘Well, don’t be. I really love the way you are with not only your kids, but also with Eve’s. It truly shows how close you guys are. I think it’s great you two live next to one another and you can always lean on each other.’

‘It sure is.’

‘Tell me, Amelia, how was your day at school?’

I tell him about how the kids were sweet today and how we made some Halloween related drawings. I even mention the slight peeing incident, but also that it was no big deal really. ‘How was your day?’

‘It was okay,’ he says, but I can hear his voice flatten a bit.

I look to the side, only to discover a deep frown between his brows. From the looks of it, today was not okay. ‘What happened?’

‘My mother called,’ he says, ‘telling me to come back home.’

‘Oh,’ I say. That can’t be good? ‘Are you going back?’

‘No of course not, I just arrived here. Besides, my life here is much better than in Jersey.’ He sighs. ‘She thought it was a horrible idea to move here. She also didn’t approve of my choices of work and sure doesn’t like it I’m doing it overseas now.’

‘Why not?’

‘Well, when you have four brothers who are either with the Marines, lawyers and all that stuff, you could say I’m the loser of the family.’

‘Or are you the only one that followed their heart?’ I ask. ‘I mean, do you even know if your brothers enjoy what they do?’

He simply shrugs. It’s been hard on Henry to open up, I can see that. ‘Henry,’ I say, ‘when I grew up, I wanted to work at the mortuary.’

‘What?’ he asks. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I went to my granddad’s funeral and I was in that age where I wanted to experience everything. The woman who helped us arranging the funeral, I was in awe of her. I went with her probably the entire time and she told me what she did for a living. I was actually planning on becoming one, figuring out to what colleges I had to go to, but then I went to Korea. After I came back, I realized I didn’t want to work with the dead, but with the living and preferably our future.’ Realizing that, per usual, I’m about to miss the point I was going to make. ‘What I’m trying to say with this, was that every career move I had in mind, it wasn’t something my parents wanted me to do. They envisioned me becoming a doctor, or a a lawyer, owning my own business. But they just accepted all the choices I made, whether they liked it or not.’

Henry laughs. ‘Wow,’ he says. ‘I just can’t believe you wanted to work at a mortuary. You sure are quite something, Amelia.’

‘I like to keep on surprising.’

‘Figured. What about your kids?’

I chuckle. ‘They have interesting plans. Benji wants to become a career judoka, but I told him he needs to think about getting a degree. He might be quite the judoka now, but what if one day he gets injured or he doesn’t make it? So he came up with the idea of either becoming a dentist or a coach, like you.’

‘Really?’

‘Mhm and to be honest, I’m leaning more towards coach. I think he would be really good at that. He really has an eye for the details, with not only himself, but also with others. And Isabella wants to be famous, but she hasn’t figured out how she’ll get famous.’

He nods. ‘And you support them?’

‘Of course, they are my kids. The point is that your parents should accept you and your choices. The idea of parenting is that you prepare your kids to be ready for the world, not to dictate their lives. You might have an idea of what type of career fits them best, but they have to decide for themselves, make their own choices and mistakes. Besides, I could think of worse career moves. I mean, a judo coach is a great job and being famous… It’s quite something, I have to give her that and with Isabella’s personality, she would enjoy it so much. She loves being in the spotlights, preferably alone.’

‘You’re an excellent mother. Mine could learn a thing or two from you.’ Henry parks the car on the lot, but doesn’t get out. It’s almost like he wants to say something else to me. Knowing how hard it can be for some people to open up, I decide to wait and see whether or not he wants to tell me what is on his heart. ‘You know,’ he starts with a sigh, ‘my mom never went to one of my games.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ I ask him. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘Seeing these kids here, with their entire support system at the games, it warms my heart. I’m happy they have that.’

I study his face. ‘But you can be a bit jealous,’ I say. ‘That’s allowed.’

‘By you?’

‘By everyone. We all want something we didn’t have growing up and that’s normal. Parents try—or at least it appears as if they do—but they can never give their kids what they deserve. It pains me to know that there are things that I can’t provide for my kids or that I can’t meet their needs. I remember when I was doing my first internship at a primary school, I saw this mother who had four beautiful daughters. That’s what I wanted: sisters or brothers. I was all alone growing up and people would kill for that, but I just wanted a companion within my family. But my parents couldn’t give me that.’ I send him a reassuring smile. ‘Believe me, it can be hard to see kids who have what you have always wanted growing up or kids that are deprived of that what you had.’

Henry nods. ‘Wise woman you are.’

‘Shut up.’

‘I mean it! And just know that when I look over at the bleachers now and I see you, I realize that you are my support system.’

That is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me.

We get out of the car and all the nerves I experienced back in my own house, are all gone now, especially when he reaches over to hold my hand. Being around Henry is so easy and it worried me  a bit I didn’t feel so tense and nervous around him. When I first started dating Dean, I was a nervous wreck for at least two months. But maybe it’s unfair to compare teen Amelia, to adult Amelia who is divorced and has two kids.

When we arrive at the apple picking field, Henry hands me a bucket and together we walk over the grass, finding the spot with the best apples. ‘So tell me all about the divorce, Henry.’

He chuckles. ‘How long have you been thinking about this?’

‘To be fair? The second you told me about it. I mean, who would divorce you?’

‘I could say the same thing about you. You are the catch of the town.’

‘You are too,’ I say.

He bites his bottom lip as he stares ahead of him. ‘Okay, so I told you that my parents wanted me to marry her and her family wanted her to marry me.’

‘Yes.’

‘And how she dated my friend behind my back and we got divorced, right?’

‘Yes. I’m just curious to why you agreed to it?’

He snickers. ‘It had to do with a trust fund.’

‘Trust fund? That is honestly a thing?’ I ask.

Henry nods. ‘It is. So, if I married her, I would eventually get access to the trust fund.’

Eventually. That isn’t promising. ‘But you got divorced,’ I note. ‘What happened to the trust fund?’

‘It is now a yacht, owned by my parents.’

I place my hand on his arm. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

‘Never expected the word fucking to leave the lips of kindergarten teacher Amelia Jung,’ he chuckles. ‘But no, I’m not kidding. When I divorced Vera, that’s my ex, they knew she slept with my best friend, but they blamed me.’

This is absolutely infuriating me. ‘You have to give me your parents’ number,’ I say in all seriousness, ‘so I can call them and tell them their parenting style is honestly unbelievable. Henry you are a grown man! You should decide for yourself who you are dating or what kind of career you want to pursue. And that trust fund thing, how low, my goodness.’

Henry chuckles. ‘You understand why I had to leave?’

‘Oh, I more than understand, I just wonder why you didn’t leave sooner. I really don’t want to talk badly about your parents since I don’t know them, but this crosses a line. What an idiots.’

He nudges my side. ‘This fired up look really suits you, Amelia,’ he admits. ‘I like it.’

I look up and he smiles. He is so beautiful, my oh my. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Always.’

‘How rich are your parents? I don’t need a number, but just an indication.’

‘They are pretty rich,’ he says. ‘Like, there is a possibility we would have marry a distant cousin to keep the money in the family, if there are no more trusted family friends who are single.’

Why do I know exactly what kind of family this is about? ‘I didn’t know Jersey had those types of rich.’

‘We keep on surprising,’ he chuckles. ‘Honestly, I never really fitted in, always the black sheep of the family. I’m just grateful I’m out of there and living my own life, even if it’s at age thirty eight.’

‘Luna Meadows sure is lucky to have you here.’ I stand on my toes, to give him a kiss on his soft lips. ‘You sure you don’t want me to call your parents?’

‘I don’t think they are ready for that,’ he smiles. ‘If they find out I’m dating you, they’ll flip.’

Oh my, we’re dating? Is that what he is saying? ‘Is it because I’m Korean?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, it’s more you having kids.’

‘Don’t your parents want grandkids? I thought everyone with kids is desperate to become grandparents.’

‘They do, just blood related grandkids.’

I simply scoff. ‘Your parents are a piece of work.’

‘You can say that again.’ I’m already opening my mouth, but he is way ahead of me. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he chuckles. We start picking some good looking apples, as the late autumn sun warms my back. ‘Okay Amelia, I see a nice apple, but I can’t reach.’

‘Well, that sucks,’ I say, ‘because of you can’t reach it, I certainly ca— Oh no! Henry, put me down!’ I scream as he wraps his arm around my legs, lifting me up.

‘It’s the one on your right,’ he tells me, but I have closed my eyes shut. ‘Come on, Jung, it’s not that high!’

‘It is!’ I say. ‘You know I’m afraid of heights.’

‘I know you are. Just pick that one apple.’

I manage to open only one eye and quickly grab the one on my right. After I nearly broke the branch while picking it, he carefully puts me down. ‘That wasn’t funny, coach Cavill,’ I tell him, pointing dangerously at him with my pointer finger.

‘Oh look at that,’ he chuckles, ‘the teacher-finger.’

I try not to smile, but I fail. ‘Shut up.’

He bites his bottom lip, only making my heart pound really fast. Is he aware of the effect he has on my heart, especially when he does that? Henry leans in to give me a quick peck on my lips.

Amelia, please, now is not the time to faint.

‘Excuse me,’ I hear a voice behind me say and I cannot believe it’s Trixie again. Of course she is here, to ruin my fantastic date. She accidentally sat in the booth next to me on my second date with Dean, together with her friends. ‘Coach Cavill, I wanted to talk to you about George, is now a good time?’

I want to smack that smug grin of her face. No, now isn’t a good time and any human being with even one braincell could’ve figured that out.

Henry clears his throat, obviously a little caught off guard. ‘Uh, what did you wanted to talk about?’ he asks, as he scratches himself in the back of his neck.

‘His progress.’

Well, I can tell her all about that: her twelve year old is just as bad as he was three years ago. There is no progress with George Yates.

‘I think we should have that conversation a little later,’ Henry says with a professional tone, ‘when we’re at the center for example. I have video material and all. We could have a chat tomorrow, before training.’

‘Can’t wait,’ she says. ‘Amelia, are you having fun?’

‘Mhm, we’re going to make an apple pie at his place,’ I say, holding up the basket. ‘Remember, back in middle school when we were in that pie baking contest and I made one of my famous apple pies. What did you make again?’

Her face grows pale.

‘Oh right, pecan pie, with that very dark crust.’

Trixie is ready to skin me alive and honestly, I can’t really blame her, because I have been in her shoes more than once. For years her words would stab me like knives and now it’s the other way around. I remember when I came back from Korea, the way she gave me a hard time because my band Forever Hope disbanded. I mean, what did she accomplishment in those years? A date with Lucas Yates?

However, back then I just ignored her, but now I can’t. She will do anything to discredit me, but after that last phone call I had with Eve, when Trixie told me how I did not want to host a baby shower and a sweet sixteen at the same time, I felt this newly gained power to not allow her words to get to me.

I came to the realization that Trixie is still stuck in her high school mentality, while I grew up and actually matured. This gossiping and undermining thing was ridiculous back in school, but now… It’s still ridiculous, but also just plain pathetic. And maybe my comments aren’t exactly mature, but this is honestly just a small part of the payback she deserves after all those years of nearly bullying me.

‘Well, Trixie, Henry and I have some baking to do. See you later.’ I grab Henry by his hand and pull him with me. Henry doesn’t say a word on our way back to the truck, but once we’re both seated, he starts to laugh. ‘What?’ I ask.

‘How much underlying anger was in that conversation?’

‘Oh, quite a lot,’ I chuckle. I try not to think about the whole kid thing, because I honestly think it’s too soon for Henry and I to have that discussion. ‘Trixie and I go way back and I just felt this need to tell her off. Sorry.’

‘No need for apologies, remember?’ He places his hand on my leg and gives me a comforting squeeze. ‘Just so you know: I like you seeing you like this.’ He leans over and presses a kiss on my lips. ‘Now let’s go and make that famous apple pie of yours.’

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Making apple pie with Henry was nearly impossible. For starters, I had to make a checklist of every single thing that needed to be done at his place and spoiler alert: it’s a lot. I don’t want to call this place a dump, but… It kind of resembles one, if I’m being honest. When I finally managed to get myself to the kitchen, he continued to distract me with hugs and kisses. I mean, it’s not the worst thing I could think of (it was quite romantic), but once I’m baking pies, there is just this instant switch and I have a severe case of tunnel vision.

But of course, I managed to pull it off, with shockingly little help of Henry (but he made it all up by being handsome and handing me the stuff I needed). Now we are waiting for the three pies to cool a bit, as we are sitting on the couch. ‘I didn’t get any texts from the kids,’ I say, as I stare at my phone. ‘Or Eve for that matter. Are they okay?’

‘I think you are worrying too much.’

‘I’m not,’ I tell him, but when I look up and see his eyes, I realize I’m lying. ‘Okay, maybe I worry too much. It’s a trait I got only after the divorce. I usually was pretty chilled, very laid back, however when they went to their dad for the first time after the divorce… I was a nervous wreck. I think I finished up an entire bottle of wine and some.’

‘Oh no,’ he chuckles. ‘I’m sorry.’ He wraps an arm around my shoulders and lets out a sigh. ‘But I think it’s a mom’s job to worry.’

‘Yeah, part of the job, indeed.’

He doesn’t say anything for a while, but then he breaks the silence by saying: ‘You know, I keep thinking about Benji and that… anger outburst he had the other day.’

‘I know, I know, we’re trying to work on it, but… He just bottles up all of his emotions and then they come out uncontrolled. It’s so uncharacteristic of him, but he has been having them since he was little. I just worry sometimes he might hurt someone.’

‘I understand,’ Henry whispers.

‘But when he was younger, he would also save it when it was just us, when his dad wasn’t around. Probably because I just let him have his rage, before finally stopping when it was about to get out of hand. Dean on the other hand would get really angry. I think he felt and still feels safer to do it when he is with me.’

‘Understandable.’

‘I just worry a lot and that resulted in quite a few grey hairs.’

‘Listen,’ he says, ‘you are doing an excellent job, that I can guarantee. I mean, listen only to my parents and how much of a train wreck they are.’

I chuckle. ‘That’s a wonderful compliment, thanks for that, Henry.’

‘You understand what I mean.’

‘I sure do and… I know I’m doing good, but sometimes I just lack so much in my own opinion.’ I lean towards him, to press a long kiss on his lips. Before he can say anything to that last statement I made, I say: ‘We should get going. Think the pies are ready.’

‘And you desperately want to get back to your children, copy that.’

Henry and I get in his truck, with the slightly steaming pies covered in tea towels so you won’t burn your hands when you hold them. I adore being in a car with him, especially when he places his hand on my thigh. When we arrive home, Henry holds the pies in his hands and when I open the door, I only hear Isabella’s and Benji’s laughs, meaning the other kids went home. I’ll bring the other pie to Eve’s tonight. ‘Hi sweeties,’ I say when I walk into the living room, seeing the two of them on the couch.

‘Mom!’ They jump up and rush towards me and hug me close. ‘How was it?’ Benji asks.

‘It was wonderful,’ Henry says, ‘and you kids are lucky your mom loves you a lot, because otherwise I would’ve eaten all of this all by myself.’

Benji holds out his hands to help Henry out and brings the pies to the kitchen. Isabella jumps up and with one arm he balances her on his hip. ‘You wouldn’t, right?’

‘Oh, I think he would,’ I chuckle.

We walk to the kitchen, where Benji already has four plates prepared. ‘Oh shoot,’ I say to Henry, ‘I left the whipped cream in the car.’

‘I’ll get it, no worries,’ he says with a smile, before turning around, as he grabs his keys from the counter.

When he is out of hearing distance, Isabella pokes my arm. ‘And?’

‘And what?’ I ask her.

‘Did you two kiss again?’

The fact that I’m stammering, is the answer to her question. ‘Why do you care?’ Benji asks his little sister.

‘It’s just so romantic,’ she exclaims and wraps her arms around my shoulders, pressing her cheek against mine.

Henry walks back in with the whipped cream, tosses it up, before catching it with his other hand. Show off, I think to myself. ‘Who wants some?’ he asks.

‘I do, I do!’ Isabella says.

‘On your nose or on the pie?’ Henry asks with a smile.

‘On the pie,’ she chuckles. ‘You are a pig.’

‘You can’t just call people pigs,’ I say to her, softly squeezing her side.

‘You do it all the time, mom.’

‘Some things need to stay within the Jung family, honey,’ I whisper in her ear. ‘Okay, Isabella, pick a piece.’

We take our plates with the piece of pie and the whipped cream and sit at the table. Benji is seated next to me and when I look to the side, I notice him looking at Henry and how he is treating Isabella. I bump my knee against his and our eyes meet. My sweet boy, I think to myself. He sends me a quick smile and I chuckle.

‘Benji and Isabella, do you mind if I talk to you two about something?’

‘Is it something we did?’ Benji asks, his voice dripping with worry.

I place my hand on his wrist. ‘No, sweetheart, it’s nothing you did.’

Henry shakes his head. ‘It’s just something I need you to know.’

Isabella looks up to the side, as she takes in the broad man next to him. ‘What is it?’

‘Well I want you two to know that… Just because I’m dating your mom, doesn’t mean I’m trying to steal her away from you nor to become your new dad. She is still your mom and you two are her number one priorities.’

My daughter chuckles. ‘Henry, we know all that.’

‘And we are more than happy to share our mom with you,’ Benji tells him.

While Henry is a bit surprised, I am not, because I just knew my kids would react like this. ‘Really?’ He can’t help but smile and that melts my heart.

‘Really,’ my two kids confirm and I smile when I see how happy the three of them are. ‘Is there anything you wish I know or you expect from me?’ He looks over at Isabella, who already opened her mouth. ‘And that does not involve watching television with you passed your bedtime,’ he says, causing her to pout.

‘Just make my mom happy,’ Benji says and if my heart wasn’t completely melted away, it is now.

‘Honey,’ I say, as I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel he is rolling his eyes. ‘You are too sweet.’

‘Mom, stop,’ he laughs.

‘My boy is such a darling,’ I continue, simply to pester him.

‘Mom!’ Benji says, trying to push me off, but I’m simply too strong for now.

‘I did such a good job raising you,’ I chuckle, as I pepper his cheek with kisses.

‘Mom!’ He starts to laugh and I actually let him go now. ‘Don’t hug me like that again, but I meant what I said. Just make my mom happy and then I’m happy.’

‘I can do that,’ Henry says. ‘I promise.’

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Bake-off - Holiday Special - pt. 1

Request: Yes but I can’t find the original request for a part 2. 

A/N: I’m posting the 2nd part of this holiday special of bake-off on Thanksgiving. I know there was no actual baking in this one but there will be in the 2nd, promise. 

Bake-off pt. 1 | Outer Banks Masterlist

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“Pumpkin pie.” JJ asked, holding the phone out to you, a video of someone making pumpkin pie playing across the screen. You scrunched your nose at the thought of a weed infused pumpkin pie and shook your head, the flavor was already hard to get right, you didn’t want to fuck with it further. “Well what do you propose?”

“Thanksgiving themed cake-pops?” You suggested, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged on the bench in the breakroom. You had a few minutes before the after-school kids got to the club and you were sitting in the breakroom with JJ while he changed for work. He had proposed the idea of making Thanksgiving themed baked goods. A decent idea but maybe not necessarily the easiest to execute.  

“Making an orange cake pop is not a Thanksgiving dessert.” He replied, scrolling down his feed to see if there were any other suggestions for acceptable desserts that he thought the two of you could make into edibles, “you need to be more creative.”

“I’m totally creative,” you replied. “I’m also realistic. No dreams of grandeur for me.” In the few months that you and JJ had properly come to know each other and had started whatever version of dating the two of you were currently doing, money from edibles had been rolling in pretty steadily. So much, in fact, that you bought a new laptop and your phone outright. No rent to own, second hand pawn shop, crap.  

“I don’t know what that means.” JJ admitted, looking up at you.

“Dude,” Andrew cut into your conversation, popping his head into the breakroom, “get dressed, your shift starts in three minutes.”  

JJ huffed, “yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He replied, finally putting his phone down. You waved to Andrew as he left and turned to face JJ as he slipped the button-down white shirt on. He had been standing there in the club issued slacks, unbuttoned and unzipped, no shirt, distracted by his phone and you had been shameless enjoying the view while you waited for the bus to start your own shift. “I hate wearing this thing. It’s not fair you get to wear leggings.”

“I run around with little kids. You can wear leggings too if you wanna run around with little kids all afternoon.” You smiled when he glared at you.

“That’s not what I meant, I just meant I wanna wear comfortable clothes. Not this dumb shit.” He muttered.  

You got off the bench, coming over and grabbing his bowtie, slipping it around his neck and clipping it into place, “I know but you look so hot in your busboy outfit.” You reasoned, kissing him.  

“Oh yeah?” He grinned.  

You kissed him one more time before stepping away, “think of something for Thanksgiving.” You said before leaving the breakroom and heading out front to meet the school bus of kids there for the aftercare program.  

You hadn’t broached the subject yet with JJ, considering all you had spent the afternoon talking about was edibles, but your mom had asked you to invite him to Thanksgiving dinner. Off the island, at your grandparent's farm, it was a four-hour trip and you usually stayed the weekend and your mom had never invited another person to join in the family thanksgiving before.  

He had inducted you into his group of friends, albeit reluctantly at first but finally giving in to the pressure they were putting on him and introducing you one afternoon. So, it shouldn’t feel too difficult to ask him to go to Thanksgiving with you. Of course, you weren’t sure you could really qualify what went on between you and JJ a relationship. You made edibles together and then became friends and then became something a little more than friends but it all kind of circled back to the selling and you wondered sometimes if you stopped selling with him would he stop wanting to hang around.  

“I saw an old land cruiser down near the docks that’s for sale.” JJ mentioned as he tossed his backpack into your back seat and climbed in the car. He usually drove when the two of you got off, the old two door death trap that you bought off your cousin for $500. It wasn’t much but it got you around the island most of the time and most of the time JJ was with you so you had forgone learning anything about cars, deflecting to him whenever it broke down.  

“Are you gonna buy it?” You asked, listening to the car sputter to life as JJ hooked his phone up to listen to music. You slipped your feet out of your shoes and propped them up on the dash. It was insignificant really, if he bought the car or not. He would probably still drive you home from work. Probably to work too. And the car he was looking at was probably in better condition than the one you had but the idea of him buying a new car, a different car, meant that he didn’t need your car. Which somehow felt like him not needing you.  

“Maybe. Pope said I should.”  

“You should.” You replied. ��I don’t think I wanna make edibles for Thanksgiving.”

JJ shrugged, missing the point of your comment, “I guess we can just do regular cookies and stuff, it’s not a big deal.”  

“I just...have a lot of like, school work and stuff. I don’t know if I have time to do edibles.” You lied. You were doing fine in school, there was no reason for you to be worried about it and you had nothing else going on outside of school, work, and spending time with JJ.  

As he pulled to a stop at a red-light JJ turned toward you, pouting in the dim glow from the dash, doing his best and most pathetic puppy dog look. “Who am I gonna make edibles with?”

“I don’t know...I can give you the recipes or something?” You offered.

“Fine.” He succumbed to your refusal easier than you thought he would and that made you a little disappointed too but you didn’t say anything else about it. The rest of the car ride was just listening to music until he pulled off into John B’s front yard, parking the car by the tree. The first few times he had driven you home from work he had actually driven you first and then walked the rest of the way in the dark to John B’s. Now he usually drove to John B’s and you drove the rest of the way to your house.  

JJ leaned over in the dark, kissing you when you turned your head to look at him. You smiled against his lips before kissing him back, hand going up to his neck. “I should go,” you mentioned when he finally pulled away.  

“I’ll text you about tomorrow...I took Andrew’s shift to close but I can come over before work.” He replied.  

“Okay.” You nodded. He still wanted to come over, even though you told him you didn’t want to make edibles. You climbed out of the car, shutting the passenger door and going around the other side as he got out, leaving the car idling. “I was wondering...do you wanna do Thanksgiving with my family this year? I mean, if you’re not busy.”

JJ smiled, he’d tagged along to Pope’s or Kiara’s on Thanksgiving before but that wasn’t really anything special and mostly they just invited him because they knew he wasn’t having Thanksgiving at home. Which felt a lot different than being invited by you. “Taking me home to meet the family?”  

“It’s off the island at my grandma’s...you’d have to travel with us and we’d stay over for the weekend.” You replied, laying out all the details.

“Okay, I’m in.”

“Yeah?” You asked, feeling like you needed the extra verification.  

“Thanksgiving with my girlfriend’s family? Yeah.” JJ replied.

“Okay...awesome.” You nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

JJ said goodbye again, stealing another quick kiss before he headed toward the Chateau. You turned to watch him, leaning against your car, mind racing a little bit from what he’d said. His girlfriend. It wasn’t a word he’d used to describe you before and maybe he hadn’t even been thinking when he said it. Or maybe he was more perceptive than you gave him credit for.

“Pecan pie!” You suddenly shouted, a little too loud for that time of night.  

JJ turned on the steps, right under the porch light and smiled, seemingly knowing exactly what you were shouting about. “Knew you were holding out on me!”  

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Finally Home–Logan Thibault

Materlist

Logan's been gone for 3 years, 11 months, and 22 days. I tried not to keep track, but it was the only thing that helped me not think about the danger he could be in. Instead of focusing on it being another day that Logan was gone, I focused on it being another day he was alive.

I was sitting on our couch, working from home when Kasey, our german shepherd, ran up to me and jumped on my lap.

"Kasey," I sighed. "Mommy needs to finish this marketing report."

He whined as he laid his head on my keyboard. Logan and I got Kasey as a puppy right after we were married. It's been amazing having Kasey around since Logan left. With Kasey always being around, he helped distract from the loneliness. He even sleeps next to me so I don't have to focus on Logan not being here.

I ran my fingers through his fur as I tried to go back to my report. About an hour later, I couldn't handle being home anymore.

"Come on, baby," I sighed. "Let's go for a walk."

I giggled when that word made Kasey's ears perk up. He jumped off the couch and ran to the door where we kept his leash hanging. I stood up, slipped on my shoes, and followed him.

We went on our regular route of walking around the neighborhood. When we were almost back to the house, I noticed Kasey start to pull a little more.

"Kasey," I sighed. "I know Daddy usually takes you on runs, but Mommy. . ."

I gasped as Kasey's leash slipped out of my hand and he took off running down the street.

"Kasey!!"

I instantly started chasing after him around the corner. I froze as I watched Kasey run towards someone. My heart jumped into my throat when I noticed who he was running to.

"Logan?"

He looked up when he heard me say his name. I could see his smile from all the way down the street. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I ran over to him. He laughed and met me halfway, catching me as I jumped into his arms.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me as he picked me up and spun me around. When he put me back on my feet, I didn't let go of him.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I held my husband that I haven't seen in almost four years as close to my chest as I could. 18 months after we got married, Logan was drafted and sent out on assignment. The last time I saw Logan, I was dropping him off at an airport, not knowing when or if I would ever see him again.

I slowly let go of him, leaning out of the hug, and stared into the eyes I love and haven't seen in almost four years. I grabbed his face and brought his lips down to mine. I felt him smile as he started to kiss me back. The tears continued to stream down my cheeks as our lips moved in sync.

When I finally broke the kiss, I leaned my forehead against his. Neither one of us said anything as we caught our breaths. I leaned back, studying him through my watery eyes.

"Is this real?" I asked under my breath. "Are you really back? Are you really home? Or am I dreaming again?"

Logan chuckled as he tightened his arms around my waist. "It's real. I'm home, baby."

"Like home home?"

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed as our lips immediately started moving in sync. Logan broke the kiss and smiled down at me.

"Home home," he chuckled. I let out a relieved chuckle as I cupped his face in my hands.

"I've missed you so much, baby," I whispered. "Four years is way too damn long. Ever since you left. . . I was so scared. . . Every time the phone rang. . . I thought. . . I thought I'd never see you again."

"Well," he smiled, "I'm back, babe. For good."

"For good?" I repeated.

"For good," he nodded, slightly laughing. "I am never leaving you again, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too."

We were about to lean in for another kiss but laughed when Kasey wanted in on our hug.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who missed you," I laughed as we finally broke apart. I crossed my arms over my chest and as Logan knelt down to pet Kasey. I watched with tears in my eyes as Kasey excitedly licked Logan's face.

I studied my husband, instantly noticing the weight on his shoulders. I knelt down next to him and cupped his cheek in my hand, making him look at me.

"I love you, Logan," I whispered.

"I love you too," he chuckled.

Even though he was smiling, I could tell that a lot was weighing down on him. I grabbed his hand and made him stand up. I quickly grabbed Kasey's leash as Logan grabbed his duffle bag. Hand-in-hand we walked down the street towards our house.

I laughed when Logan stopped and just stared at our house. My smile fell when I saw the look on his face.

"Everything okay, baby?"

Logan looked over at me, his smile returning. "I'm great, babe. I'm home. I'm back with you. Nothing could be better."

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. I grabbed his face before he could pull away and deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss and stared into his eyes. I debated about saying something but decided against it at the last minute.

"Come on," I said instead. "Let's go inside."

When we walked in the door, Logan immediately dropped his pack. "Sorry," he chuckled. "I'll take that upstairs later. Right now, I want to. . ."

"Right now you need to take your wife upstairs," I laughed before grabbing his face and pressing his lips to mine.

Logan chuckled against my lips as he immediately deepened the kiss. Our lips moved in sync as I wrapped my arms around his neck and Logan wrapped his arms around my waist. I let out a soft moan as Logan pulled me tightly into his chest and pressed me up against the wall. He broke the kiss, both of us catching our breath as he stared intently into my eyes.

"You okay?" I whispered.

I reached up and gently moved his hair away from his face, my hands lingering on his cheeks. He reached up and grabbed my wrists, not pulling my hands away from his face. Logan sighed as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I missed you so much, Y/N," he said, his voice breaking. "I can't. . . I don't think I can ever leave you again."

"Then don't."

                       * * * * *

I laid my head on Logan's bare chest, listening to his heart rate slowly return to normal. The entire time we were making love, Logan seemed different. It was the first time in almost four years, but I could tell something was on his mind.

I gently rubbed his chest, debating about talking to him. It was clear he was thinking about whatever happened over there, but I didn't want to pressure him into opening up to me before he was ready. Memories of my grandfather and his PTSD popped into my mind, making my heart drop.

I sat up on my elbow, grabbing the blanket and covering my chest. "You okay?" Logan asked.

I looked over at him as I nervously bit my bottom lip. "Do you remember my Grandpa Peter?"

"Yeah," he said slowly as he sat up.

I sighed before sitting up and turning towards him. I smiled as he leaned down and handed me his shirt. I slipped it over my head as I gathered the courage to talk to him about this.

"Well, I've been thinking. . . And maybe this is none of my business. Maybe. . . Maybe we should forget it, get dressed, and go to dinner."

"Y/N," Logan cut me off as he grabbed my hand, stopping me from getting out of bed. He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "It's alright, baby. Just say whatever is on your mind."

I looked up at him, studying his eyes. "Well, he had really bad PTSD after he came home from war. My grandma said he was never the same man. She once told me that she wished he had opened up to her about what he went through and maybe it would've helped him get past it. Not that they were having marriage problems because of his PTSD but. . ."

"Y/N," Logan cut me off again. "What's going on?"

"You're different," I blurted out. "I just mean. . . I'm sorry, baby, but I can tell that something is weighing you down. You're smiling, but you're eyes are saying something different. I don't want to pressure you, but I want to help you. You're my husband and I love you. I just want to make sure you know that I love you and I'm always here for you. I don't want you to feel like you're on your own or like I won't understand. I will! My brother is in the marines, my dad was in the air force, my grandpa was in World War II. Even my great grandfather went to war. Every man in my family has enlisted or gone to war and I don't want you thinking I don't understand. I do, baby. Or at least, I could try. I mean, I could listen and. . ."

Logan cut me off by leaning over, cupping my cheek as he pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, I felt a tear slide down his cheek. I broke the kiss, my eyes watering as I saw the tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "The things I saw. . . I didn't want to burden you. I wanted to keep you as far away from that world as possible. It was terrible. . . The things I saw. . . You're too good for all of that."

"Hey," I sighed. "I'm your wife, Logan. When we got married, we agreed to take each other's burdens as our own. Which means my problems are yours and your problems are mine. I will be here to help you through every PTSD moment, anxiety attack, nightmare, sleepless night, and anything else that comes our way."

"But. . ." He stuttered.

"But nothing," I cut him off. "I love you, Logan."

"I love you too, Y/N," he sighed. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I felt him genuinely smile as our lips moved in sync. I giggled against his lips as he laid us back down without breaking the kiss.

Logan slowly pulled out of the kiss, staring down at me. He sighed as he reached down and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he whispered.

"I've missed you too."

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[sweeethinny]

Well, first, I wanted to say that I haven't written in Mira's pov for a long time, even though she is my favorite OC, but I liked how it turned out.

So, for a long time @startanewdream has been asking me to write more about Mira x James S., and yesterday, after reading the AMAZING one shot of her about James S. I was inspired - READ GUYS, IT'S... WOW

Forgive me for mistakes, I'm writing on my cell phone and it's harder to edit and fix, but I wanted to post anyway.

This happens on the same day that Harry ends up seeing them kissing, but I didn’t post the moment because it was going to be too long and I wouldn’t be able to post soon. But here's Harry's reaction - James's dating

Give James S and Mira Hazel a chance, I like them very much LOL ♥️

Read bellow the cut :)

It felt so good to kiss him. Mira had already kissed other boys, and girls, but there was something about James that made him much better than everyone else, something that made her enjoy kissing him for minutes and hours and centuries.

'We can be caught,' She sadly broke off the kiss, pulling away from him as she could and trying to get the air out of her lungs. James seemed satisfied with the mess he was making of her.

'By whom?' He smiled, licking his lips the way he always did before getting them into trouble. The pink mouth of her lipstick and his brown hair all messed up from Mira's hands.

'Hm… your parents? Your brothers?' Mira pushed him away when James tried to get closer, running away from him and heading towards the hammock trapped in the two big trees that were there, among the many others.

'The two brats already know,' James sat across from her in the hammock, his legs spread with both feet out of the hammock, swinging them slowly from side to side, nothing to make her feel sick. 'Or didn't you notice how Lily got on top of us on the train?'

'I noticed, but I thought it was just her mad because you said you didn't want her around.' Mira laughed, legs crossed in front of her, feeling the sun break through the trees and warm them. 'But your parents don't know.'

'I'm going to tell them, I'm just waiting for a while. Last week Teddy thought he was going to be a father, so I need to take a break from great emotions.' James made a face, making her laugh.

'And he won't be?'

'Of course not,' His thick, dark eyebrows went up, as if Mira had said he could never do magic again. 'I think my mom would kill him before Uncle Bill even arrived. You had to see her face, she looked scarier than McGonagall'

Before she could make a joke about his mother being normally more frightening than McGonagall, a female voice interrupted them, making them look at the back kitchen door that had opened, showing a Lily Luna running towards them, the flowered dress made her look even more radiant, even though she had her arm bandaged from falling from the tree.

'Mom ask for your help.' She smiled, looking very happy to have interrupted whatever they were doing.

'I'll be right away,' James didn't seem so happy, however, pushing his sister away from them. 'Let she know that I'm coming.' Lily ran back into the house, but she didn't seem satisfied with being left out, so she would probably be back in the next few minutes.

'You don't have to expel her every time.' Mira stood up, reaching out to pull James out of the hammock as well. The boy seemed reluctant to get up, but Mira wasn't going to give Lily ammunition to tell everyone that they were dating, so she kept moving her hand until James took it and got up. 'I'm sure you interrupted more often than she, Teddy and Victoire.'

'And he kicked me out every time.' James laughed, walking beside her, looking at her with raised eyebrows. 'It is my role as an older brother, just as I will piss her off when she dates.'

'What about Al? Aren't you going to interrupt him?'

'Albus first needs to have the courage to ask someone out, and then I will piss him off.' James shrugged, opening the door for her to enter.

'Don't be an asshole,' She smacked him on the arm as soon as James entered the kitchen. 'Albus has his time, besides, I've seen him with a boy, hiding around the castle.' Mira bit her smile, remembering how embarrassed the boy had been when he realized she had seen him, but Mira continued on her way pretending not to notice anything.

'Anyway, this is Lily's job.' James shrugged.

'What is her job?' Mrs. Potter asked, coming from the living room with a shopping bag on her arm, while others floated behind her. Mira stopped smiling and straightened her back, a little nervous .

'Being boring with Albus when he dates.' James picked up some of the floating bags, placing them on the pale granite countertop, pulling out the groceries.

'Was she being annoying with you two?' Her red eyebrows went up, looking at them both with a sly smile that Mira knew very well. She didn't even need to know that she was blushing, the heat that took over her body almost made her fall back.

'She's boring.' James said, looking very calm, while Mira busied herself with picking up the other floating bags. 'With everyone.'

'Oh, I understand.' Mrs. Potter smiled, placing what looked like a jar of jam inside the cupboard. 'Younger sisters can be a little nosy when the older brother is…' She looked at them, a smile that didn't look like James, but it wasn't much different, either. 'With girls.'

'Oh please.' James complained.

'What?' Mrs. Potter shrugged, tossing her red hair behind her shoulders. 'How's your grandma, Mira?'

'Well,' Mira replied, still unable to look her in the eye. It was always as if Mrs. Potter could read her mind and discover that she was kissing James in every second she had free. 'She got a new wheelchair, more comfortable and easier for her to get around..'

'Good for her, I believe she doesn't like to be standing in a bed?'

'No, no.' Mira took the fish and placed it where James indicated. 'She would probably go into depression.'

'I'm glad she got a new chair then,' Mrs. Potter smiled. 'Will you come with us to camp? I hope James invited you too.' She looked at her son, who denied and rolled his eyes, his cheeks a little flushed, but still maintaining the confident pose he exuded for everyone.

But Mira knew him too well to know that he was probably dying inside from his mother's attempts to find out if they were dating.

Mira had already caught her staring at them during dinners, as if she just waited for one of them to slip up and let everyone know the truth, and how they had been together since April.

'I am going to France, I will not be able to, Mrs Potter.' Mira smiled sheepishly, allowing herself to look the woman in the eye for more than two seconds. Ginny was at the sink, putting the cookie dough in the baking pan, the sun at the end of the evening poured over her, making her look even more red, if that was possible.

It was like looking at a fire crackling in front of you, and while it was comforting, it still caused some apprehension. Mira grew up with Ginny Weasley-Potter as an inspiration, and she shivered just at the thought of being in the woman's kitchen, watching her bake cookies and being asked to camp with her family, in addition to dating her son, who was her best friend.

Mira was afraid to wake up and discover that it was just a dream.

'Honey, I told you, Mrs. Potter is in heaven, I'm just Ginny.'

'Mom, I don't even know how she can talk to you without passing out, already consider a victory.' James said, laughing when Mira blushed and looked at him angrily, but then smiled again at the woman who seemed to face the interaction between them too much.

'Sorry, Mrs. Po-Ginny.' She said, wanting to curse herself for being such an idiot.

'It's all right. It's a shame you can't come with us, I know James likes your company and- '

'That's it,' James jumped off the stool he was sitting on, interrupting his mother and grabbing Mira's hand. 'Come on, let's see if we can call Piper and see if he has any good gossip to tell us.' He pulled her out of the kitchen, walking towards the living room while still listening to Ginny's laughter, passing Lily lying on the couch, looking like a baby in the middle of all those pillows, watching the TV as if it were the most boring thing in the world .

She was probably hating having to live with an immobilized arm.

James continued to pull Mira up the light stairs, slightly curved and with a beautiful and elegant golden banister, the carpet was so soft it was like stepping on the clouds.

When they passed Albus' room, she could hear his and Scorpion's laughter, the door was closed - as usual - but the pair seemed to have as much fun as any other day, which made her think of how Lily was alone down there, even though she always had a group of girls hanging out with her at Hogwarts.

Maybe she should convince James to be friendlier and ask Lily to go with them to the lake when Mira comes back from the trip.

'I don't think Piper is going to have any gossip, he told me he was going to spend these days with his dad, and-'

'Mira,' James interrupted, lying on the bed and signaling her to do the same, a mischievous smile on her face. 'Of course we are not going to talk to Piper. I thought you knew me better and knew that I just want to be with you.' She laughed, amused by all that sentimentality, lying with him, but staying away and ready to get out of bed if they heard anyone. 'Closer!'

'Your mother is watching us like a Eagle and she is on the floor below, are you crazy?' She argued, huge black eyes staring at James as if it were an obvious thing. Well, it was for her

Mira had never paid any real attention to how sentimental James was and liked touching, until they dated and he always managed to find a way to be close to her.

In class, they would sit together and James would lay his head on her shoulder, or lean his leg against hers. In Quidditch, he always found some time to fly close to her and make a joke, before going up again and looking for the Snitch. In the common room, James was always lying on her legs, or sitting next to her, or somehow they could stay close.

She didn't think he even realized he was doing it, it was only natural, but it made Mira's poor heart beat faster every time.

'Why are you staring at me?' He asked.

'Where else would I look?' She smiled, her eyebrows raised in defiance.

'You could spend that time kissing me. We will not see each other for two weeks.'

'You talk like it's two years.'

'Is what it seems.' James sighed. 'Two weeks without being able to kiss you is a long time.'

'We will talk to each other every day, we have our owls, the mirror, and you can call me.' Mira suggested.

'Yeah, but I won't be able to kiss you.' James moved closer, quickly touching his soft lips to hers. 'And that is a great shame.'

'Merlin, stop being so dramatic.' Mira held his face in her hands, making James look at her again, his pupils dilated and glowing. 'I don't know how I can take you.' She kissed him, feeling him laugh against her lips, returning the kiss and making, as always, she feel like jelly.

'Because you like me, and because you are as dramatic as I am.' He smiled, breaking away from her with a kiss on the corner of her mouth. 'Hazel, you still complain about when you lost to me in the race.'

'I didn't lose, I let you win.' She defended herself, but all James did was laugh and roll his eyes.

'Here we go…'

'You can never prove otherwise.' Mira shrugged. Leaning down to kiss him again, not even remembering that they could be caught. James was just a good kisser that made her forget everything, she blamed him for that.

Nobody else said anything, they just stood there, kissing as if they were really going to be away from each other for the next two years.

Mira would never admit that she would also miss being with James too much, even if it was for two stupid weeks.

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[peacedolantwins]

Resentment (G.D)

When you and Grayson first got together, it was like a dream come true. He was your prince charming ready to be everything you ever wanted, but instead of a horse and carriage, it was with a baby blue porshe.

He would pick you up and take you out just about anywhere. Theater, movies, fancy restaurants, anything. You weren’t in the relationship for the money and fancy things, you would have been just as happy watching netflix back at the house or just sitting in a park talking, but he always insisted on going out.

“A beautiful girl deserves beautiful things,” he would always say.

And while you knew the truth, any time the fans saw you two out somewhere expensive or going shopping, they were quick to call you a gold digger.

Grayson would see the comments and tweets and at first he just ignored them. But after a while, he started thinking.

Were you just with him for the money?

So he stopped.

He stopped buying you gifts, he stopped with fancy dinners, he stopped just about everything,

And you didnt mind. You didnt need fancy jewelry or clothes he would get you. As long as you got to spend time with him, the man who you loved, you didnt care.

But then things started to change.

When you two would hang out and you offered to go to the mall and walk around and maybe do some shopping he looked at you like you just offended him.

“Not Rodeo?” he raised a brow.

“I mean, if there was something you wanted to buy there, we can go.” You really werent a fan of going there since everything was way more than you could afford on your own. But if he had planned on buying something, you were okay with going with. You could go to the mall later.

So you two went and he was quick to head straight to the designer stores. You two separated while in the store. While he was picking out things he could actually afford to buy, you were simply window shopping.

You lost track of time when you felt Grayson reach out and touch your arm. Thats when you noticed he already paid.

“You already paid?” you glanced at the bag.

“Yeah, you didnt buy anything?”

“No?” you were confused about why he was asking. You never bought anything when you came to stores like this. You werent about to drop your rent check on something that honestly looked kind of ugly in your opinion.

“Hm figures,” he rolled his eyes at you.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, lets go,” he walked ahead of you, leaving you to follow after him.

It went on like this for over a month, him making small remarks when you wouldnt drop an insane amount of money for something. But you got used to it. You didnt let it get to you. Until he did something you thought he would never do.

You woke up late after having spent the night with Grayson in your apartment to find your jewelry box open. You figured you must have forgotten to close it the last time you put something in and you shrugged it off and got ready for the day.

But as you did your makeup you couldnt help but feel something was wrong. You walked over to the box and thats when you noticed it.

The box was nearly empty.

A few of your earings and a few bracelets were there but all of the jewelry Grayson had gotten over the course of your relationship was gone.

And so was your grandmothers ring she left to you.

You started looking around, thinking maybe Grayson might have knocked the box over this morning and everything just fell out, but there was nothing on the floor anywhere. You were starting to panic when you heard your front door open and saw Grayson come in.

“Grayson did you knock over my jewelry this morning?”

“You mean the jewelry I paid for?”

“Sure, whatever, yeah, but did you knock it over?” You didn’t even care about the remark about him paying for it all, you just needed to know what happened.

“I pawned it,” he said casually.

“You what?” you felt your heart drop.

“Its not like you wore it anyway.” While that was true, its not like you didnt wear it because you didnt like it. You had a tendency to lose everything and you werent about to risk losing a bracelet over a thousand dollars while going to the grocery store.

“Did you take my ring?”

“Which one?”

“Grayson this isnt funny! Did you take my ring? The one with the diamond?” you were scared to hear his answer.

“The one I got you? Yeah.”

“You didnt get me that one, Grayson! That was my grandmothers ring! You have to get it back!” you were beyond upset right now.

“So you seriously want me to go buy you the ring now?” he asked annoyed.

“It wasn’t yours to sell! Why would you even take it!”

“Well you better get to it before someone buys it,” he shrugged.

You looked at him in complete shock. You couldnt care less about the other jewelry, but that ring was important to you. It was the one thing you had left from the woman you spent the majority of your childhood with since your parents were always working.

“Grayson, I cant afford to buy it back!” you had gotten it appraised when you first got it and when you found out how much it was worth, you never wore it.

“Then figure it out!” He couldn’t believe how you were acting about it. Hes worn a full outfit that costs more than that ring so he didnt understand why it was such an issue.

You looked at him in complete shock.

“Unbelievable.” you muttered as you slipped on your shoes and you were out the door as soon as you had the address to the store he took it to.

You quickly found it, driving probably more than the speed limit and parked. You walked in and the man behind the counter asked if he could help you find something. After describing the ring to him he motioned you over to one of the cases.

“Yes! That one, how much is it?” you tried to mentally prepare yourself for the price he was about to say.

“That one is going to be $7,899.”

You closed your eyes and did your best to stop the tears from forming. You knew you couldnt even put it on your credit card because you had a $2,500 limit set.

“Would you be able to hold it for me? Just for today while I go to the bank,” you pleaded with him.

“The most I can give you is until four today,” he explained.

You quickly glanced at the clock behind him and started to panic. It was already twelve, and you knew the bank was closed until one, which meant you had two and a half hours at the most to go and get the loan you needed to buy it back.

“Ill be back in by then,” you gave him your information and you started your drive to the bank.

Once you arrived you sat in your car and did your best to keep your composure as you waited for it to open back up. As soon as the clock hit one you practically ran in and waited for one of the employees to tend to you.

A kind looking woman came from the back rooms and called your name and introduced herself as the person who would be helping you.

She had you fill out paperwork and once you were done she put all the information into the computer. She said it would take a little while for the credit report to come in and she left you sitting there in her office while she went elsewhere.

It was already 2:15.

It was three o’clock when she came back in and told you it all went through and you were approved. You rushed through the final paperwork with a few signatures where needed and you were out the door and driving back to the pawn shop.

You quickly found the same man who helped you from earlier and you bought back the ring.

When you got to your apartment building you sat in your car with your head resting on the steering wheel.

Looks like you were back to living the same way you did through college. Ramen noodles and cereal for every meal from now on.

You glanced around the parking lot and noticed the stupid baby blue car was no where around. Good, because you didn’t want to deal with him right now.

The next few days you found yourself at the restaurant you worked at picking up every shift you could. You had been ignoring calls from Grayson and Ethan too once he started calling you.

You didn’t have time to deal with any of them. You had an eight thousand dollar loan to pay back.

It wasn’t until the two of them walked into the restaurant and got seated in your section when you had to finally deal with them.

“Hi my name is Y/n, I’m gonna be your server today, can I get you something to drink?”

“Y/n? It’s us you don’t have to be all hospitality with us,” Ethan was confused as to why you were being so formal with them.

“We have water, tea, and pepsi products,” you placed the menus in front of them.

“Um, just water, babe-“ Grayson looked up at you and for the first time in days he noticed how exhausted you looked. You were running on fumes and he could see it.

“Great, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” you quickly walked off to get the drinks.

“Dude what’s up with her?” Ethan asked his brother.

“I don’t know, I know we had a fight a few days ago but I thought she’d be over it by now,” he explained.

“Here you go,” you placed their water down in front of them, “and did we need more time to look at the menu or are you ready to order?”

“Y/n, stop it-“ Neither of the boys liked how you were acting towards them.

“Don’t worry, take your time, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you walked away again.

“Gray, what did you do?” Ethan had never seen you this way. You were being so cold and lifeless despite the fake smile and cheery voice you had slapped on.

“I accidentally pawned one of her rings,” Grayson explained.

“Why did you… what ring? Doesn’t she only have the one her grandma left her?”

“I didn’t know,” Graymuttered more to himself.

“You didn’t…” Ethan stared at him in shock. “Are you serious! That would be like her pawning the ring dad left us! Did you get it back for her?” Ethan knew how much that ring meant to you. And from the few times he saw it, he had a general idea of how much it cost.

His brothers silence was all he got but it was enough to let him know the answer.

“Where did you sell it? Fucking hell Grayson! Why wouldn’t you get it back!” Ethan was ready to walk out of the restaurant right now and go buy it back for you since his idiot of a brother didn’t do it himself.

“I went back later and it was already gone okay! I tried!”

“How much did you get for it?” He questioned.

“About six and a half thousand.”

“Well you gave her the money right? Maybe she went and bought it back,” Ethan was trying to be hopeful of the situation.

Silence again.

“Grayson you didn’t even give her the money?” Ethan knew you weren’t made of money and knew how much you made. Which meant he knew there was no way you could have afforded to buy it back yourself.

“Have we made a decision yet?” You appeared out of what seemed like nowhere.

“Just a salad for both of us, babe talk to me please,” Grayson knew he fucked up and he didn’t know how to make it better.

“I’ll go ahead and send that in, any appetizers while you wait?”

“No, Y/n please,” Grayson covered your hand with his.

“I’ll be back with your order,” you pried your hand away gently, not wanting to cause a scene.

What you didn’t know was that your manager was standing close by and saw someone touch one of his employees. And most restaurants didn’t care much about the workers being hit on or made uncomfortable, but he cared about his employees.

Once he saw you leave to take the order to the kitchen, he went up to the table.

“Excuse me,” he crouched down next to the table, “I’m the manager here and I’m not going to have you harassing my employees. If I see anything like that again, you’re out of here. Enjoy your meal.” He patted the table and went off to find you.

“Y/n, I’m giving your table to Erin, take one of hers,” he gestured to the two boys in your section.

“No it’s okay, I can handle it,” you would much rather deal with the twins than the group of kids who looked like they were coming in for homecoming.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve had worse than someone trying to hold my hand, I’ve got it,” you assured him.

“Okay, you let me know if he tries something again,” he looked at you.

“Yes sir,” you mock saluted him at which he rolled his eyes.

You went and checked on the other tables in your section and felt Graysons eyes on you the whole time. You eventually went and took them their salads and asked if they needed anything, but you left before they could answer.

Eventually they asked for the bill and you brought it out, more than happy to have them gone. You returned their card and waited for them to leave before going to clean up the table.

It was then that you saw the giant tip they left.

$500 in cash.

They carried more on them then you made in a week.

You grabbed it and passed by your manager and quickly explained they left something behind that you were going to return to them before following them out the front door.

“Grayson!” You called after him.

“Y/n, look I’m so sorry about-“ he started.

“Can I see your keys really quick?” You cut him off

He handed them over, confused as to why you were asking for his keys. But then he saw you sliding your key off the key ring.

“Y/n no, please don’t,” he knew what this meant.

You tossed him back his keys before you took the money out of your apron and slamming it to his chest.

“That should be enough for the price of my key back.”

With that you walked back into the restaurant and slapped the fake smile back on your face. While you really could have used the five hundred dollars, you were not going to let him try to feel better about what he did.

No amount of money he tried to spend on you now could fix the damage already done.

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