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[lingering-42-long]

The Last Goodbye

When they are Kia

Cod characters x f! reader

Inspired by MW3 and the tragic events that occurred this will be a three-part series if I do not get writers block lol.

So sorry for the not posting as much! It’s been a really crazy month and a lot of things had happened and caused me to have a bit of a depressive episode so thank you all for being super patient!

Warnings: mentions of death

John Price

You saw it on the news first before you got the visit. Your breath hitched when you saw the news of the air strike that had hit the base where your husband of 12 years was stationed at everything was decimated. And you couldn’t call or check to make sure that he was all right as he would not have his personal cell phone with him. It wasn’t until two days after the attack did two uniformed military officers showed up at your door holding prices old hat and SAS badge and dog tags. How they got them so quickly, you weren’t sure, but the news came like a sudden wave of cold water. “ we are so sorry for your loss.” One of the officers told you. The body would be arriving shortly within a week or so for proper burial you two had purchased side-by-side grave plots. And the will was already drawn up well before all of this had happened. John was a very precise man and always make sure to think 12 steps ahead. He knew his job was rough and he knew that at any moment he could drop dead. He made sure that his life insurance would be going to you, which was some relief sense the army didn’t pay much.

How to tell your daughter, that her father was not going to be coming back. What is the worst thing you could ever do to her young heart. She was only eight years old. She adored her father practically worship the ground. He walked on. She was always his little girl, and now the war stripped her of him. Stripped you of him..

When she came home from school, you had to sit her down. You held her hands, and with tears, you told the heartbreaking news. The young girl did not understand at first on why her father wasn’t coming back, and once again, you explained that he had died in action, and he would never be able to come home you’re a little girl started to cry, and when he tried to comfort her, she bolted from your arms and ran to her room, slamming the door, and she could hear her wails. You yourself cried yourself to sleep for the first few weeks all the way up until the funeral your friends and family members gathered around you doing everything that they could to comfort you and your daughter people were calling in every single day talking with you for hours on end, while other people stopped by to bring you food.

Every day it felt like a horrifying nightmare. The one that reoccurs every single time slightly more horrifying than the last. As you were going through your stuff and trying to decide what if his you wanted to keep and what of his you wanted to donate you noticed on your phone you had gotten an email from Kate Lasswell. She had sent a video to you actually several saying in the email that he wanted you to have this and gave her explicit instructions in case if he was to ever die.

Pressing the play button, you watched as his face appeared in the camera as he sat down and smiled at you. The way, his eyes twinkled and the crows feet around them creased. “ hello dove” he started at first and you had to pause the video because you were overwhelmed with the emotions. When you stabilized yourself again, you continued. “ I know it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to you and I know that if you’re seeing this, it means that I have passed….. mission was going to be botched no matter what I just didn’t want to tell you the statistics at first…” he paused himself, as he seem to be collecting his words in his own voice was shaking “ I really wish I could come back home to you. I told you that this would be the last mission that I would do before retiring… I promise to take you out on that date that you wanted to go to that fancy restaurant.” he paused again, closing his eyes, and releasing out a large sigh.

“ I’m sorry I never got to take you…. I had so many plans to do with you and Alice… it doesn’t seem fair that I didn’t get a chance to do that” once again, you had a pause the video so that you could take a minute to cry. The plans that you had with each other right now by the wayside. You unpause did it again, and continued on listening. “ I know right now you’re depressed.” he stated, folding folding his hands, and leaning on the desk in a slightly business fashion way. “ in the email that Kate sent you there is several groups that you can join that are for the spouses of the deceased militant partner. Please join one as well as make sure our daughter also goes to one for kids. She’s going to need that support… you both are.” he smiled again, but it was a Sad smile. “ I also made sure to have a college fund started for her. You don’t have to worry about it until she’s ready. There should be plenty of money for her to attend all the way up until graduate year as long as she goes to a decent university. Make sure it’s only used for that if she chooses not to go to university or to go to a less expensive one, you can use the money to buy her a car or whatever she needs to get her life started…. I’m sorry this had all come to this…. As you know I have set aside a life insurance, and the beneficiary goes to you. I also saved up a lot of my savings as well. Feel free to use it as necessary.” he knew that you were going to be smart with the money. “ He paused and looked at you “you are my beloved…. I’m so sorry my dove that you have to face this alone. Please take care of yourself. Find a husband that loves you like I did and a good father figure for our daughter.” This made him tear up. “I will wait for you in heaven and I will watch over you both. You mean so much love. No one or nothing can separate this love. The email that is sent to you also has several videos for Alice. For her birthdays, graduation, moving out to university, marriage and their child. I made sure to make a video for all of that… I also left many for you. Please don’t hesitate to just let me listen to you… I love you.”

The video ended and you sat in the chair, Thinking things though. He set life up for you and your daughter. He was still looking after both of you. You cried for a bit before getting up and knocking on your daughters door. Your little girl opened up with tears on her face. “Hey baby… daddy sent you something.” She sniffed as you picked her up and took her to your old husband’s office. After sitting down with her in his old chair, you turned on the next video. “Hey Angel!” John’s face lit up when the camera started you could see he had been crying. “Angel, im not coming home, it’s not that I don’t want to but it’s because I got called up to heaven. I want you to do something for me my sweet, I want you to watch over momma ok? She is going to need you and you are going to need her. He glanced up as if looking at you then looked back down at his daughter. “You are such a special little girl. I love you so much. Momma has the other videos for you to watch when you grow up. I’m so so sorry to leave you like this. I did not

I did not want to go. I know you were looking forward to see me and so was I… you are my sunshine. My only sunshine.” He stated singing the song he sang when she was down or sad. “You make me happy, when sky’s are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away…. I love you my angel.” The video ended. Your daughter looked at you. “What now?” She asked. “Well… now we do what daddy said… we do our best to move on, but not to forget him. We will be OK.” You held her as you too watched the sunset fade beneath the horizon, a beautiful white dove landed on he window, cooed and looked at you before flying off into the golden rays of the pink sky.

Simon Riley

You were cleaning in the kitchen when you heard a knock at the door. Putting the sponge back in the soapy hot water. You wiped your hands and made your way to the door. Two military officers took at the door, Solum faces as they greeted you. “Hello can I help you?” You asked

“Mrs (y/n) Riley?” One of them asked.

“Yes that is me.” You looked at them worried.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant Simon Riley was killed in action.” The officer said gravely as he handed you a box of his things.

You took the box with tears in your eyes. The men told you that his body was found and would be returning soon. You thanked them and closed the door as you held the box tightly in your arms and sunk to the floor sobbing. Your sweet Simon. He was gone, never to come home to you and your son. You knew it was a dangerous job, but it never really hit you till now. Your husband, the man that always let you take off his mask, the man that would cuddle with you at night and rub your back after a long day, the father of your 3 month old son who he would stay up late to let you sleep. He was gone, ripped apart from you. How were you going to tell your son about his father, the man who loved his son from the moment he was born. You cried on the cold floor till you fell asleep, still holding onto the box. You woke up to the sound of your son crying in his room. Getting up, you walked and a dead sonter to his room. Tomas your son named after your husbands brother, was crying in his cradle. Carfully you picked him up and held him close. He looked so much like his daddy, blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin. “Shhhhh my love” you rocked your son with tears in your eyes. “Daddy isn’t coming back.” You stated as a hiccup got you. “He loved you so much…. He loved me.” You knew your son wouldn’t remember this but it was still so sad to hold your little boy and know he would never have a father and son bonding.

You sobbed as you held onto him. Tomas sensing his mothers destress, he quieted down and cooed. After a while you fed him and put him down to bed once more. You opened the box after sitting down with a hot cup of tea, ready to take on what you needed to. With a sniffle, you opened the lid to reveal his skull mask, the dog tags that he wore, his SAS badge, and a few other things. “Oh Simon” new murmured as you carefully picked up the mask and set the box down as he traced over the lines to his skeletal features on his balaclava. It smelled like him. That rich, earthy smell, that he always seems to have with a hint of gunpowder and bourbon. It was a lingering sent, but it was a good one at that. You held the mass close as you leaned back on the couch and close your eyes. You already missed him more than you did before maybe it was because you knew that you would never see him again, to have him be in the house and be present with you and your son. You would go on with your life fine you are a tough woman, one of the many reasons to why Simon married you, but it was your son that you were worried about. You wanted your son to have a father figure. A dad that he would learn to grow up and love. Simon never had that sort of dad, and had always wanted to be that way for his own children.

Now Simon was never going to live out his dream, and Thomas, your son, was never going to have that sort of special bond. I thought made you incredibly sad once more but no tears fell, your eyes were all dried from the previous crying. The weeks came and the funeral happened, your husband looked peaceful in his casket. You wanted some alone time with him first and held his stiff, cold hand. “ Thomas will miss you… I will miss you. You were my rock and shield. It’s going to be hard without you Si… I will always love you and miss you.” The funeral took place and it was a sad time. The team of 141, your family and friends helped with whatever you needed. Now, you were cleaning out things from your late husband. As you were cleaning out his bedside table drawer, you saw a note, folded up neatly. Curious, you unfolded the lined paper and read the words on the paper.

“My dear (y/n), Birdie if you are digging in my drawer then that means I have passed, the mission was botched… I’m sorry… I know Thomas is in good hands with you. Please don’t worry about money. My account will be given to you. As I am writing this, it’s late, you’re sleeping next to me. It’s the night before we leave… I am looking at you for the last time, taking in all your beautiful details. Your face is so soft in sleep, you look so angelic. I am going to miss you… I know you will miss me too… I’m sorry I haven’t said ‘I love you’ that much. I hope you know I cherished and deeply loved you. I still do. I know you are a strong woman, that is what drew me to you. I know you will move on. If you wish, find someone who can love you and our son just as much as I loved you. I will be waiting for you when you come. I will always be watching out for you. Please don’t let our son forget me. I want him to know how much I loved him and you. I love you my Birdie, my beautiful wife. ~Simon.”

You held onto the paper and cried. This was going to be ruff. You were going to be ok. A sense of comfort filled your mind and warmth flooded your body. “I love you my Simon” you smiled and the familiar sent of him wafted and you felt his warmth envelop you.

Gaz

when the news reached you, it hurt like 1000 tiny little daggers. You had just gotten married to Gaz, your Relationship was just beginning. The two of you had been high school sweethearts. Times had gotten tough for both of you and you broke off your relationship before time being until you rekindled it once again, realizing that he was the only person for you. You had only gotten married a few months prior and just had your honeymoon before he was shipped off. Four months he was gone. And he was supposed to come back in two, however, the letter that you received told a different story. He would never be coming home. His body was blown up so badly that they couldn’t find all the pieces to him. We would do everything that they could to get the majority of him back home so that there could be some proper burial. This broke your heart. He would never get to share the life with you that you too so desperately dreamed about, a small home, somewhere on the suburbs of London with a dog, and maybe a child somewhere down the line. That was your plan at least but now things have changed, and now your beloved was gone.

It had been a few weeks since the death, and the burial of what was left at him. You had moved back in with your parents for the time being. As you were cleaning up your room, doing the best to get over your grieving you noticed a note on your bed they have been delivered by your mother earlier. Carefully you walked up to the letter and looked at it. It was addressed to you by Gaz. A sense of panic swelled in your chest. Did he really survive? Or was this some cool trick that somebody was playing? Quickly opened the envelope, and you looked at the letter the date showing that it was a month ago that he had sent this; before his death. With shaky hands, you begin to read the chicken, scratch lettering, tracing over every word, and taking to heart as if it was the gospel.

“Hey Love!

Things are crazy right now! We’re going to be going into a city not too far from here. I’ll make sure to pick up some stuff for you. I know you’ve been wanting to decorate the house for a while and I’m so excited to see what sort of projects you’ve been working on? How’s the art piece coming? I remember you telling me that you wanted to start up painting again. We always had such a pretty drawings. I have no doubt that they’re not going to be beautiful. I hope you hang them on the wall for us to see. I miss you. A part of me wishes that you were here at least the part that isn’t the most violent. Unfortunately, we’re not in the best area we are being attacked left and right. Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll be home soon! I promise I’ll fix the leaky faucet. I know it’s been driving you crazy. I I sent a letter to my folks, but could you tell them that I miss them as well? I want them to know how much I miss them, but I think I miss you the most. When I get back can we get a dog? Also, can we have like a full day of playing video games just with you and me? I know I sound like I’m rambling, but it’s just what’s on my mind recently. Late night cuddles with you while playing Mario kart. It just sounds so relaxing right now. I’m really tired. Well sweetheart, I better get to bed. I love you and I hope that you have an amazing day tomorrow and the next and the next after that.

Your Husband,

Gaz”

Hugging the letter, you cried your eyes out. Tears streaming down your face as you laid on the bed, holding onto the last remnant of what your husband left you. It sounded as if he was somewhere in a safer, better place. You hoped that he died quickly that he didn’t suffer and his last thoughts were good thoughts. A breeze drifted into the room from your open window and a warm bit of sunshine hit your cheek as the breeze drifted passed it felt like a stroke on your soft face. He was there sitting beside you, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel his presence. He was safe and he was watching over you.

Johnny McTavish

The news has gotten to you quickly. It was actually delivered by Price himself. You couldn’t believe it. Your Scottish highland your man was no longer going to come home to you. He was shot through the head. Taking a bullet to save a life. Your young son, John, named after his father, was going to be home from school soon the devastating news hurt you more than anything else out there. How are you going to tell your six-year-old son that he was not gonna have his daddy near anymore? Who was going to play football with him in the yard? Who is going to read bedtime stories? Who is going to play in the rain with him? Your son needed his father that boy looked up to his dad, like he was the sun, its self. The news hurt you hard calling his parents and his family was going to be hard as well if they had an already heard the news. He was close with everybody and his family and he had quite a large family.

The upcoming days to the Memorial as you wish to have been cremated, were hard and brutal. Everybody that you knew, and your friends and his family all gave their condolences to you and to each other he was loved and well liked by everyone your son took it hard he didn’t understand why his dad wasn’t coming home and cried and cried and cried it was like that for almost a whole week, he was doing so bad that you had to pull him out of school for the time being because he was unable to function properly. You did everything you could you hold him tight in your arms until he cried himself to sleep at night in which you also cried your own silent tears. You would go walk on the open, Highlands that overlooked the beautiful scenery where your husband, his father’s ashes, cast out upon the open landscape. A small memorial was placed there in memory. You would have picnics out there are frequently, simply listening to the birds call from high above and feel the warm sun cast It’s beautiful rays. They felt cold and dull to you, but you did your best to hold out for your son.

Cleaning out the closet with all of his stuff. What is your next task as you were taking some of his old stuff down you noticed a hard drive they had fallen out of one of his pockets with your name on it. Curious, you took the hard drive and you plugged it into your laptop. It open the file which had a video and it. You clicked play.

The video with your husband sitting on the couch in your living room, smiling at you “Hello my bonne Lass. if yer seeing this then ye know what happened and I don’t think I need ta say anymore abou tha’. I am so sorry that I cannot be with Yer. I love ye so much. I love our son John so much. Please remind hem’ every day how much I love him. Please play football with hem as much as ye can. Please read to hem every night fer me. I know it’s a lot ta ask with what’s going on but I think it might be good fer both of ya ta share tha’ quality time. I’m gonna miss ye both, but I’m always going te be with yer. I’m always going to be watching over mo little family. Don’t worry Lass, life insurance should cover a huge portion of everything. Hopefully it can help provide some security fer you and fer John. I also have tha’ university fund ye wanted me ta set up fer him. Let the money grow and add te it. If ye want by the time he turns 18 he can open that account. The files are actually in my cabinet on the right side of the desk. It has all the important paperwork and documentaries yer gonna need. I really wish I was there with ya Lass. I’m going to miss holding you at night and whispering I love yous.” His beautiful eyes stared right back at you with his stupid little mohawk and broad shoulders facing the camera. “ I know you got this, please don’t ferget about me, but I do want you moving on. Find a man that makes yer heart is happy to be with as it was with meh. I know it’s a lot ta ask for, and I’m not expecting ye ta get married right this instant… I want ta see ye happy I want to see you taken care of. I love ye, my princess.” he reached over to turn off the device that he was using, and the video ended abruptly. A new wave of tears hit your face as you laid your head on the desk and cried for the fifth or sixth time in the past few days. Your son came in the room and gently touched your shoulder. “It’s OK mama! Daddy’s going to be with us. He’s just going to be invisible.” he was quoting some thing that you had told him. When you had to break the news to John, you had told him that the angels up in heaven needed his daddy to help fight the battle up there because he was so good at his job. One day he would be able to meet his daddy up there as well. Now John had taken this to heart and there’s now quoting this in hopes to make you feel better. You carefully picked up your son and held him close to you. “ you know you’re the best against your father had ever giving me? When you were born, he had tears in his eyes and he was hugging you and kissing all over your face and just absolutely doting on you 24 seven. He told me how proud he was of you. He told me how proud he was of me. Those were good times.” Your son gently hold you tight in his own little arms. “ it’s OK mama will make it out together.” You could almost feel a kiss on your forehead as if…. As if your husband was leaning over to comfort you.

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[detroitbydark]

Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 3

Pairing: werewolf!Haz/reader

Summary: first dates are great...until they’re not

Warnings: None

Words: 2800+

A/N: someday my laptop will be fixed and I’ll be able to make a cut and quite jamming up your feeds. Until than I’m impatient. Thank you to my favorite child @aossi for putting up with me while I write this. Also thanks again to @sandersonosterfield for the mood board.

Harrison texts you daily and it becomes the highlight of your day opening each message to see what he has sent. He’s totally random and you’re on board for every minute of it.

On Monday you get a picture of a burger around noon and a picture of his roommates feet at dinner. When you question the feet he explains that his roommate, Tom, had the grossest feet imaginable and he had to share the horror with someone else. He segways into telling you about his other roommate, Emily, and their friends that spent an inordinate amount of time at their place.

The surgeon making rounds through the department gives you a raised eyebrow and asks about the smile your sporting. You merely shrug and school your features. When you get home you call him and he asks about your day. He sits quietly, makes all the right agreeable sounds as you recount funny stories from the day. When you whine dramatically about needing to have some fun he teases lightly.

“Well lucky you, is already scheduled for a coffee date with yours truly.”

He’s really too cute for words and you reinforce that, yes coffee with him was a thing that would be happening. You can hear his grin through the phone.

You send him a pic of your sad cafeteria sandwich on your lunch break Tuesday. The turkey and cheese looks rather anemic and you find you just have to share it. He sends a gym selfie that makes you feel all kinds of ways when you ask what he’s up to. Sweat clings to his brow in the mirrors reflection. His shirt is soaked and his hands are taped as if he’s just gone a couple rounds. A smooth smile is plastered across his face as a curly mopped brunette poses up behind him. You get a topless one after that. The view down his pecs and over abs is truly obscene. He shoots back a cursory ‘LOL’ when you remind him you’re not supposed to be looking at porn on hospital hours. When you get back to your apartment you strip out of your scrubs and change into your own gym clothes. He seems to like the spandex shorts and tank top you’re sporting if the howling wolf emojis are anything to go by.

By the time Wednesday rolls around you are so primed to see him you’re absolutely vibrating. Picking up your phone half a dozen times, you have to remind yourself that it’s not cool to look too excited but you can’t help it. You craved more than text messages and phone calls were giving you.

A chill is in the air so you opt for jeans and a trusty pair of combat boots you’d picked up at a yard sale years ago. You layer a loose cream knit sweater over a black tank. The collar hangs loosely off your left shoulder as you look at yourself over in the mirror one last time. Neither of you had said this was a date but you’re treating it like one. It had been so long since you had genuinely been excited to meet up with a guy that you refuse to call it anything but.

You give the taxi driver the address Harrison had sent you earlier in the day. You watch the scenery change from tightly packed apartment buildings to manicured sidewalks and decadent older homes. You’re not familiar with the area at all but it doesn’t stop you from taking in the sights. You begin to wonder if you’re under dressed as the driver pulls up to a stop in front of a cozy looking cafe. You slide him a wad of bills and a smile before your eyes are catching on the man you’d come to see. He’s worth openly drooling over, dressed in dark slacks and a button up with the first pair of buttons undone. His dirty blonde locks have been tamed and gelled into place and he’s wearing a pair of glasses that only add to his handsome appearance.

His eyes dance over you and you soak up the attention. He pulls you in for a quick side hug.

“Really glad you came out.” He says opening the door for you. You can’t help but ducking your head. You can hear him chuckling behind you, “don’t go getting shy on me now, darling.” He teases and you turn your smile up at his unspoken challenge.

“Atta girl.” He mumbles, his hand rests across your lower back as he guides you to a table near the window. The sun is shining in, chasing away the bit of cold you’d felt between the cab and the cafe. You move to sit but he steps in a pulls your chair out for you. You’d thought maybe that was something that only happened in movies and romance novels. You whisper a soft ‘thank you’ as you sit down and he slides it back in. You must look confused because he cocks his head as he sits.

“What?” He questions, leaning back languidly in his seat.

You spin the bracelet on your wrist, an old nervous habit. You watch the beads shimmer as the light travels over them with each twirl around your wrist.

“Nothing. Just trying to figure you out.”

Harrison leans forward, forearms pressing into the table, “how much time have you got?”

He flashes that smile that made your stomach flip when you’d first met and, like a trained animal, it does it again.

The smug bastard has got to know what the grin does. There’s no way he hasn’t used it before.

The server comes over and deposits some menus and dutifully reads off the days specials.You watch Harrison’s polite smile and well practiced manners put on display. Somewhere along the line someone had drilled them into his head and you appreciate their effort.

You roll your eyes playfully as his attention comes back to you and the conversation at hand.

“What can I say? I know I’ve got layers.” He says with a lazy shrug.

“Like an onion?”

His laugh is a low rumble. “Just like an onion.”

You order a short time later, you get a coffee and a danish while Harrison order his drink and turkey and Swiss on a croissant.

When it comes out you wish you’d have ordered it. It looks amazing.

“Not quite what they’re serving at the hospital.” He laughs, offering you a bite.

“I couldn’t, that’s your lunch.” You mutter with a bit of embarrassment.

“Ah, come on now. I insist.” He slides the plate over to you and watches intently as you take a bite. Your eyes close and you hum happily. It may be one of the single best bites of food you’ve ever had.

“Good, right?” He laughs. You nod while you chew. “My friend, Em...the roommate I told you about? Well, this is her place.”

You rest your coffee cup between your hands, sipping contentedly. “You’ll have to give her my compliments. Are you close?” You question. The way he spoke about his friends was unlike anyone else you’d ever heard.

“Well, yeah, we’re like… I guess the best explanation is we’re like family.” You see him choosing his words carefully.

“That has to be nice.”

“It is, I mean I’m close with my parents and sister too but to have the boys and Emily in my life day in and day out...I’m sure you're probably thinking it’s odd…”

You shake your head quickly, “No not at all! I mean, I think it sounds really nice. To know there’s always someone there? Isn’t that kind of the dream?”

Harrison’s look is assessing, like you’ve quickly become the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “What about you? It has to be hard being away from everyone, your family and friends?”

Looking down into your cup you watch the brown liquid swirl with the gentle tip of your hands. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you think.

“I can see the gears turning.” He says collecting your attention again. “Why?”

“Just trying to figure out if I should lay the tragic backstory out?”

“Tragic backstory? We all have them don’t we? Tell me.” It’s not a question. You’ve noticed that Harrison did that a lot. He didn’t so much as ask questions as he made gentle demands of you. You shrug, letting your eyes skip out the window and onto the street. Dead leaves, crisp and dry, are blowing down the sidewalk, skittering into view than back out again.

“It was always just me and my Mom growing up. My dad...wasn’t ready to be a father.” She can hear that line in her mother’s voice. A truth she’d been told since she’d been old enough to ask about him. “She got remarried the year before I graduated.” Harrison nods for you to continue as your eyes drift back over to him. “I guess it was kind of her second chance at a family. I’ve got a pair of twin sisters now. They’re three. I’m not really close with them though.”

His fingers brush against yours when you set your cup down.

“Why’s that?”

“I just kind of feel like I don’t belong there? Maybe it doesn’t make sense. We love each other but it just…” You end with a shrug. “And friends? Life happened and we moved away and grew apart.” It’s not the full story but it’s all your willing to divulge. He’s got a small frown marring his features when you look back up and you feel a flush of embarrassment for oversharing.

“Haz!” A bright voice interrupts any apology you might offer as a brunette in an apron walks over. Harrison’s eyes light up as she gets closer and he stands to wrap her in a hug. He turns to you after a moment, arm still wrapped around her waist, as he introduces you.

“Y/n, this is Emily, the brilliant woman I was telling you about.” The casual affection between the two is apparent.

Emily rolls her eyes at the obvious flattery.

“Oh hush, Haz. Who’ve you brought by?” She questions him not looking away from you.

“Em, this is y/n.”

You’d wondered if the knowing look in her eyes had meant anything but when she claps once excitedly you realize that Harrison must have mentioned you to her.

“I’m so glad to meet you.” She enthuses dropping in a chair next to you. You offer your hand politely and she takes it and pulls you in for a hug. You glance at Harrison awkwardly. He’s smothering a laugh, dropping back into his own seat as Emily lets you go.

“This prat has talked about you nonstop I hope you know.” You spare him a glance and he simply shrugs, his blue eyes dancing merrily.

“I’m so glad you brought her!” Emily says glancing at her friend. “What did you get? The danish” She makes a tsking sound and glares at Harrison.

“Why didn’t you get her something good. The danish are rubbish on good days.“ she explains. “Not my best work but a work in progress…”

You smother your own smile. Emily seems to have enough energy to power the better part of London and it’s very easy to see why Harrison had spoken highly of her. If all his friends were like this you really did have to envy him for it.

“Boss?” A tall server shyly interrupts the brunette and she glances over quickly giving a studying look. “We’ve got an issue with the oven.”

Em huffs quietly, “If it’s not one thing it’s always another.” She glances back at the pair of you as she waves the server off.

“Haz, you need to bring her by the house.” She scolds lightly and Harrison gives a sage nod. “And y/n, get my number from the div here and call me, we’ll do lunch.”

Before you can do as much as concur she’s up and moving through the small dining room and into the back.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes, “Is she always like that?” You question.

“Mostly. She has her down days but with Emily, what you see is what you get.” The two of you relax back into conversation. Refills come for your drinks without asking and a takeout container full of goodies miraculously appears as Harrison pays the tab.

“That means she likes you.” He says gesturing to full styrofoam container.

“She doesn’t even know me?” You mumble a little embarrassed by the show of generosity.

“She’s a good judge of character. So am I.”

He’s got you in the passenger seat of his car again. He thought you looked good there, like you were meant to be there. Harrison tries to shake off the feeling. Too much. Too fast.

“Why’d Emily call you Haz” You ask as he focuses on the road.

“All my friend do, really. Just a nickname.” He explains. You sit quietly for a moment.

“Haz…” you try the name out. The soft way you say it makes something inside him burn bright. He wouldn’t mind hearing you say it in another situation. He tamps back those thoughts as he reaches your place and parks.

You’re biting your lip again and he has the urge to lean over and kiss you, to soothe the swollen skin with his own. As you unbuckle he shuts the car off. Your questioning look makes him chuckle.

“It’s not a date if I don’t walk you to your door, yeah?” He enjoys your shy smile.

“So this is a date.” You mumble. “Good”.

“Very.” He adds getting out and moving around the front of the car to open your door for you. You readily lace your fingers between his as he helps you out and you don’t let go as you make your way up the steps.

“You’re going to spoil me with all this attention.” You sound serious as you reach your door and he uses your joined hands to tip your chin up to look at him.

“It’s my job to spoil pretty girls.” He explains softly. Your lips part delicately and he watches with fascination as your tongue wets your lips.

“Do you do it often? Spoil pretty girls?”

“No, it’s been a while since I’ve seen one.” You take a small step closer to him and he pulls your hand up, brushing a gentle kiss along your knuckles. This close, he can hear your heart pounding in your chest. He can feel the soft rush of breath from your lungs.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He warns and you nod, rising up in your toes to meet him as his lips smooth over yours. It’s tentative, a chaste kiss that’s over too soon as he pulls back, enjoying the way your eyes flutter open. But then something changes and you’ve let go of his hand, moving to fist his shirt and pull him back down. He doesn’t fight it, not when your teeth clack together or even when you lose your balance and his hands fall to your hips to steady you. He gives back every ounce of want you pour into him, growling lowly when your teeth nip his lower lip and quickly regaining control, pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You open for him and he luxuriates in the feel of you, the taste of coffee and sweets left on your tongue, the soft whine you make when his tongue strokes against yours. The wolf inside him all but howls with delight. The beast, usually so quiet and docile, wants you. It wants Harrison to lay claim to you for their own. It’s a first. The sudden clarity of it is like a pail of cold water splashed over him. He nearly stumbles back, trying to hide the sudden shock he knows is written across his face. Your lips are swollen from his kiss and you have a nearly drunk look on your face that quickly turns to confusion. Harrison feels so many things in that moment and they are all far more serious than the passing fancy he’d known he’d had for you.

“I had a great time today, Haz.” You say softly, your eyes not meeting his. You pull away from him his hands releasing your hips suddenly, only then realizing how tightly he’d been holding you, hoping he hadn’t hurt you, hadn’t left any marks. You rise up to him one more time and he’s nearly trembling as you press a soft kiss to his cheek, his arms limply at his sides. You disappear into your flat before he can say anything and he’s left staring at your closed door. His hand runs roughly through his hair before he turns and heads back to the car.

He stares straight ahead out the window, the engine growling softly. That other part of him, the wolf had never made himself known like it had tonight. It leaves him feeling unsure and at a loss.

“Fuck.”

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[grapesodatozier]

DOOD, I NEED SOME STANLON.

don’t we all lol. i didn’t know if you wanted smut or fluff so here’s both lmao happy new year!!

words: 1,654 (sorry it’s a little short, I just got the idea today and wanted to post it today and i’ve got errands to run lmao)

nsfw under the cut

Stan was pretty much sober by thetime the losers left his and Mike’s apartment. Stan sighed as he looked at themess in the living room: the couch was draped with streamers, the coffee tableand floor both littered with noise makers and empty bottles. Richie had madesure no surface was left un-glittered. It had been a fun night, but Stan wasnot excited to clean up the mess before him.

Suddenly there were strong armsaround his waist, his husband’s lips pressed to his neck. “We can worry aboutthat tomorrow,” Mike murmured in Stan’s ear. He slipped his hands under Stan’ssweater and ran his fingers over his stomach. Stan let the tension melt fromhis body as he closed his eyes and leaned back into Mike’s chest. Mike kisseddown Stan’s throat, and Stan tilted his chin to give him better access. Hecould feel himself getting hard as Mike gently sucked on his throat; one rollof his hips backward told him Mike was also hard. Stan turned in his embrace tokiss him, gripping his collar. Mike grinned into the kiss and let his handsslide down to Stan’s ass. Stan moaned when Mike grabbed him, squeezing his assand pulling their hips together, their clothed cocks pressing against eachother. Stan ran his tongue over Mike’s lower lip, opening the kiss up just abit. Their tongues just barely grazed on another as they kissed, sending asmall wave of pleasure down Stan’s cock. He wrapped his arms around Mike’sbroad shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist when Mike lifted him up,allowing Mike to carry him to their bedroom.

Mike set Stan gently on his back ontheir bed and settled between his open legs. They spent a short moment lookinginto each other’s eyes, Stan caressing Mike’s cheek and smiling softly. “I loveyou,” he whispered.

“I love you so much.” Mike leaneddown and kissed him again, running his hand down Stan’s front, pausing briefly,teasingly at his belt before moving back up. He pulled Stan up and slipped hissweater off before laying him back down. The air was cold without his sweater,but Mike’s hands were warm as they roamed over Stan’s exposed skin, and thekisses he trailed across Stan’s chest sent fire through his skin. Stan got towork on unbuttoning Mike’s shirt and was so focused on the task that he didn’teven notice Mike reaching into his pocket. Suddenly vibrations erupted insideof him, making Stan gasp and throw his head back. Mike chuckled above him andran his hand teasingly over Stan’s still clothed cock. Stan looked up at Mike,gripping the sleeves of his shirt, which was fully unbuttoned but tragicallystill on. Stan pulled at the fabric and Mike shrugged the shirt off, tossing itto the side. Stan whimpered at the sight of his husband sitting up shirtlessabove him and wriggled his hips, which occasionally bucked up into the airinvoluntarily. “Do you think that kept you nice and open for me tonight, baby?”Mike asked, his hand still lightly rubbing against Stan’s bulge.

“Yes,” Stan nodded, his voice thinand breathy. “Yes, I’m ready, please.”

“I don’t know,” Mike mused, undoingthe button on Stan’s pants. He dragged his zipper down, and the brush of thefabric against Stan’s sensitive cock sent chills of pleasure though him. “It’sbeen what, six hours? I might have to open you up some more.” Stan shook hishead. “No?”

“Want your cock,” he panted, hishole pulsing around the toy inside of him.

“Well, I guess we can see if you’reready.” Mike kissed Stan’s forehead before slipping his pants off. “Fuck, look how wet you are.” Stanglanced down to see the front of his boxers already soaked through withprecome. Stan let his head fall back and Mike circled the pad of his thumb overthe wet spot, teasing the sensitive head of Stan’s cock. After a bit ofdesperate begging from Stan, Mike eventually relented and slid his boxers offas well. Mike spread Stan’s legs, and Stan moaned as the toy moved inside ofhim, still vibrating against his walls and making his toes curl. His eyes werealready screwed shut with pleasure, so it was a genuine surprise when Mike ranhis tongue over Stan’s stretched hole. Stan let out a desperate, strangledmoan, his hand gripping Mike’s shoulder for support. Mike used his hands topump the toy in and out of Stan, making the latter cry out.

“Please stop teasing,” he nearlycried. “Please, baby. I want you, want you so bad, please.” Mike leaned up andkissed Stan - his lips, his cheeks, his forehead - while still slowly pumpingthe toy in and out. Mike looked up in surprise when he heard Stan let out alittle giggle.

“Something funny?” Mike asked,amused despite his confusion.

“I feel like I’ve been waitingsince last year for you to fuck me,” Stan smirked. Mike groaned and buried hisface in Stan’s neck (mostly to hide his smile).

“I guess I deserved that,” hechuckled, pressing more kisses to Stan’s neck. “You are so cute, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” Stan grinned,pulling Mike in for another kiss. It was light and playful at first, but Stan’scock was still hard and leaking onto his stomach, and Mike was still teasinghim with the toy, so it deepened quickly, their tongues sliding together. Stanmoaned and tried to wrap his legs around Mike, but Mike kept them spread. “Please,”Stan whimpered.

“You think you’re ready?” Stan noddedeagerly. “Okay, baby, I believe you.” Mike kissed Stan’s forehead and pulledthe toy out. Stan whimpered at the new emptiness. Mike climbed off the bed andstripped himself of his pants and boxers. Stan whined, but he kept his hands tohimself. Mike got the lube out of their nightstand and coated his cock with it,his hand pumping his length so slowly, driving Stan crazy. “You’ve been so goodtonight, baby,” Mike praised.

Stan thought back to when they’dbeen in a similar position earlier that night, before their friends hadarrived. Mike had been fully clothed, Stan just as naked as he was just then.Mike was just playing with Stan, ignoring his own hard on in favor of draggingout Stan’s pleasure. Just as Stan had gotten close to coming, there was a knockon the door. “Guess I’d better go get that,” Mike grinned, silencing Stan’sprotests with a kiss. “Get dressed, baby.” He shoved the toy as far into Stanas it would go. “And keep this in.”

The memory made Stan even harder,and he moaned openly as Mike finally pressed into him. “Yes,” he sighedcontentedly. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“Better than the toy?” Mike smirkedin Stan’s ear.

“So much better.” He wrapped hisarms and legs around Mike as he rocked his hips shallowly in and out of him. “Baby,please give me more.” Mike suddenly thrust his cock all the way inside of him,eliciting a punched moan from his husband. Stan gripped onto Mike tighter,moaning again when Mike rolled his hips. “Holy fuck,” Stan whimpered, rollinghis hips into Mike’s. “So good.”

“God, you feel good too, baby,”Mike moaned, pressing continuous kisses to Stan’s skin. “You looked so fuckingpretty with that toy in you. I love playing with you, baby, love getting youready for me.”

“You make me feel so good,” Stanmurmured into Mike’s neck, kissing his heated skin. “Fuck, you fuck me so good.”Encouraged, Mike picked up the pace. Stan moaned and buried his face evenfurther into Mike’s neck. “God, fuck, yes, that’s so good, baby.”

“I love making you feel good,” Mikemoaned. “Love taking care of you.”

Stan nuzzled his face into Mike’sand kissed him, a blissful smile on his face. “You take such good care of me.Make me so happy.”

“You are the best thing that’s everhappened to me,” Mike whispered before kissing Stan, both of them grinning intoit.

“I’m so in love with you,” Stansighed, his words punctuated by Mike’s thrusts, which were getting faster andharder. “Yes! Oh god, yes, please don’t stop,” Stan moaned, holding Mike astightly as he could. “I love you, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Mike panted. Stancried out as his cock brushed against his prostate. “Fuck, getting close, baby.Where do you want my come?”

“Inside me, please please come inside me.” Stan kissed Mike’sshoulder, biting down as Mike grazed his prostate again. “Please, want you,wanna feel you.”

Mike kissed Stan’s temple and heldhim tight as he fucked him, chasing his own climax. “I got you, baby. Gonnafill you up, gonna make you mine.” He took Stan’s cock in his hand and strokedhim as he fucked him, making Stan nearly scream with pleasure.

“F-fuck, Mike, gonna come, baby.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. You canlet go, I’ve got you. Come for me, baby.” Stan moaned as he came, covering Mike’sfist and his own stomach in his come. Mike followed soon after, burying hisface in Stan’s neck as he came, filling Stan’s hole with his come. They bothtook a moment to catch their breath and come down from the high, kissing eachother lazily as they did so. Mike pulled out slowly and gently, watching hiscome drip out of his husband. “That never gets old,” he smiled. Then, kissingStan again, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” Stan smiledsoftly, stroking Mike’s face reverently.

“Now let’s get cleaned up, I haven’tshowered since last year.” Stan giggled and playfully slapped Mike’s chestbefore allowing his husband to scoop him up and carry him to the bathroom.

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[thestudyof5sos]

When Uber Becomes Tinder (tinder!Ashton) - part 2

When Uber Meets Tinder, by @larryologymajor Read Part 1 here.

Part 2: Friday.

Ember awoke Friday morning feeling refreshed. From bed, she blindly swooshed aside the black out window curtain in her bedroom. Although Ember couldn't clearly see anything, she scrunched her eyes shut at the sudden influx of sunlight that signaled the end of the snow storm. She rolled over to grab her glasses of the night stand and climbed her way out of bed. Peeping through the window shade in her bedroom, Ember admired the sun glistening off the snow like tiny diamonds crystallized on the ground. Quietly she stepped into her fuzzy slippers and snagged her robe that was draped over the headboard of her bed. She picked up her phone and slid it into her robe pocket then made her way into the kitchen where she blindly stabbed at the power button of her Keurig. Her eyes refused to focus. Clearly Ember needed her daily boost of caffeine.

Ember grabbed her favorite coffee mug from the cabinet, not caring that the words were long faded and the rim had a weathered chip in it. Her best friend, Anna, had given it to her many birthdays ago and, although they lived states apart, drinking from that cup somehow made her feel like they were in the same room together sharing their favorite blend and laughing like old times.

After Ember sucked down her first cup of coffee, she stretched out on the couch and turned her attention to her phone. She vaguely recalled receiving that lost item text last night from Uber, so she chuckled as she again read the words her flirtatious passenger had written. Ember admired Ashton's courage to send it, but damn she was confused.

In her two years of driving Uber, that text was by far the most interesting thing that had happened to her and it was certainly her first fake "I forgot something" aka "let's hook up" message. Curiosity was on Ember's mind and she wanted to know more about this guy. Ember reached over to grab her laptop from the shelf under the coffee table and powered it on. Once it booted, Ember opened two tabs in her browser: Google and Facebook.

Ember first typed Ashton's phone number into Google but didn't really find any interesting hits. Next she typed his phone number into the Facebook search box. The results popped up and after scanning the names and tiny picture thumbnails, Ember silently cheered when she located a match to what she was looking for.

She clicked on the thumbnail of Ashton's smiling face. Her mind was a complete whirlwind of disbelief as she read through his profile. Ashton Irwin. Music/Band. 5 Seconds of Summer. Drummer. World Tour. 415,000 likes. Billboard #1.

Ember closed her eyes and shuddered from head to toe. She gently closed her laptop and reached over to pet her kitten who was curled up next to her, lightly snoring. "Who is this kid??" she asked out loud to no one, although her kitten rolled over and blinked an eye in her direction.

Ember spent the next several hours on her couch, in pajamas, surfing the internet. She was convinced that she had gone to the end of YouTube and back learning everything she could about Ashton Irwin, the hot young Australian with a quirky personality from a famous pop rock band. Ember sat on her couch grinning. How did she become so enamored? Ha, wait. She knew that answer. His performer personality was sparkling, smile wide and bursting with pride over his work and band mates, eyes bright, and laughter loud. God, she didn't really know the guy but she was in love with his laughter. She wondered if his real-life personality was anything like his stage persona.

Her head was throbbing from staring at her computer screen, so she shut it down and grabbed her phone. She opened up Spottily and queued up a 5 Seconds of Summer playlist. Ember walked to the bathroom and tossed her phone on the counter commanding her Amazon Echo Dot to take over playing the Spotify list. She gulped down a few ibuprofen to mitigate her headache and eye strain before stripping off her pajamas; then Ember jumped in the tub to take a relaxing bubble bath.

Forty-five minutes later, Ember was out of the shower and changing into clean clothes. She laughed to herself as the song "She Looks So Perfect" poured out from the Echo Dot in her bathroom. Standing there in her underwear, she settled on her favorite dark wash skinny jeans and super soft maroon Henley. Ember loved how the three delicate snaps on the front crept from her cleavage to collarbone to accentuated her breasts without flaunting them.

Ember's stomach growled and she realized it was nearly dinner time already. She skipped breakfast in favor of coffee, and she was much to occupied with her Ashton reconnaissance to eat lunch. She rifled through her freezer until she pulled out a frozen dinner.

When the dinner tray was in the oven, Ember returned her attention to her phone again, internally debating if she should message Ashton back. She reasoned with herself that she should message him back in case he was going to be cranky and report to Uber that she stole something he lost. Ember clicked open a new text message and carefully composed a message: Hi, this is Ember from Uber. Sorry you 'forgot' something in my car last night. ;) It was a pleasure chatting with you during your rides, hope you have a great day!

Less than a minute later, Ember's phone dinged with a reply. Her fingers shook nervously as she unlocked her phone.

Ashton: Hey. lol I wish I could have gotten it back last night ;) hope your day has been good!

Ember's heart raced. Was he trying to flirt with her? She quickly tapped out a reply: I put my phone on do not disturb and went straight to bed. I'm too old to stay out late haha.

Again, another reply from Ashton: Lol understandable but I wouldn't say all that.

Ember was baffled beyond belief; she quickly shot back a reply: Why's that?

Seconds later, Ashton replied: Age doesn't mean anything.

She was confused. So so confused. But she put on a brave face and silently thanked all of her friends in the undergraduate program for her keeping her young during grad school. Quickly she tapped out another reply: Definitely not. I'm a firm believer that you're only as old as you think you are.

Several long minutes went by, and Ember's oven timer sounded, letting her know that her frozen dinner was ready. She was pulling it out of the oven when she heard her phone ding, vibrating in place on the couch. She peeled away the foil cover to let it cool for a few minutes before returning to the phone. Ashton agreed with her theory.

Ashton: Exactly, that's a great belief to have.

She read Ashton's latest reply and let the conversation quietly die.

The rest of her afternoon was business as usual. Homework, laundry, errands. She was in a great mood and almost ready to login to her Uber app. She grabbed her jacket and shuffled down the hallway and out to her SUV. She drove over to the gas station across the street where she needed to top off her gas tank, wash her windows, and grab her customary Diet Coke.

Within a minute of logging into her Uber app, Ember was off to her first pickup of the night. It was Friday night and business was hopping! Several hours went by but Ember didn't even notice because the back-to-back pickups kept her busy. 10:30pm rolled around and the app was quieting down. Ember took advantage of the lull and pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant open 24/7 to sneak in and use the bathroom.

As she approached her car, her phone dinged, signaling a new text. It was Ashton: Driving tonight?

Ember wasn't sure what to say, so she tapped out: Yes

Ashton: Lol I just ordered one, wish it was you.

Ember rolled to a stop at a red light and quickly replied, feeling brave: Cancel?

Ashton fired back: They just pulled up....

Ember spotted an empty parking spot and carefully swooped in so she could focus on her phone.

Ember: That's tragic...

Ashton: Wish I could see you

Ember: Where are you heading?

Ashton: Downtown

Ember was at a loss for what to say. She was thinking when her phone dinged again.

Ashton: Don't you want to see me?

Ember: Well..... maybe if I get a drop off downtown I'll message you for your location and stop by to say hello.

Ashton: Just to say hello?

Ember knew she was sliding down a slippery slope, but chatting with this boy was outside her comfort zone and it excited her.

Then without warning she got a pickup request at a bar 15 minutes away from her. Knowing the crowd who patronized that bar, she was probably heading out to the countryside at least 25 minutes from town to drive them home.

As Ember pulled up to the curb at her passengers pickup location, she clicked the button to confirm her arrival. She minimized her Uber app and shot Ashton one last message: Heading to drop someone off out in the country. It'll be at least an hour, maybe longer, until I'm back downtown.

Although it was dark, Ember expertly navigated her way through the countryside with her passengers. A sleepy, and likely inebriated, late 20-something male sat immediately behind her. His female counterpart sat beside him in the back seat. She chatted animatedly with Ember, completely convinced that she and Ember had met before. Finally, Ember pulled into her passengers driveway and put the car in park so the duo could get out safely. Once they were out the car she shifted into reverse and stepped lightly on the gas. Nothing happened. Ember was stuck; her poor SUV was billowing smoke out from the engine. She quickly popped the hood latch and jumped out of the car while her male passenger came running over and they both stared at the engine in disbelief as it spewed an unrecognizable fluid all over the driveway. It was black out and neither of them could tell what was going on with the car. Ember wanted to cry.

The wife urged her to come sit in the kitchen with her while they figured out what to do. Reluctantly, Ember followed her into the house and dialed her roadside assistance hotline. While she waited on hold, she tapped out a message to Ashton: Raincheck on seeing you. My car is acting weird and I'm stuck out in the country waiting for a tow.

Moments later, her phone dinged. It was Ashton: Do you want me to call you an Uber? Ironic, huh...

Meanwhile, Ember was patched through to towing dispatch. "What do you mean you can't get a truck out here to tow me for three hours? It's already 2am! What if I find someone local? Can I pay them myself and submit for reimbursement?" Ember pleaded to the phone. After nodding a few times, she spoke again. "I'd really like to have my Subaru towed to my apartment building until the dealership opens up on Monday morning, then on Monday I'll need to have it towed to Subaru."

Satisfied with their response, Ember promised to call back and cancel the roadside assistance tow when she found someone who could be there sooner then hung up.

Ember wanted to cry again. Tim, her male passenger, chimed in, sobering up slightly. "I'm a mechanic and my buddy lives up the road. He runs a tow company. He owes me a favor and I'd love to drag his ass out of bed. Can I call him for you?"

Grateful, Ember agreed and waited quietly while Tim made a phone call. As Tim spoke to his buddy on the phone, Ember watched Tim nod his head. "Yeah, she drives a Subaru so you'll need something that can pull all-wheel drive."

Tim turned to Ember, "My buddy Dan will be here in about 30 minutes to tow you home. Feel free to hang out downstairs until he gets here."

Ember could have hugged him. "Thank you so much for helping me out, you're a huge lifesaver."

"Ah, it's no problem. You got us home safe. I just wish I was more sober to take a better look under your car," Tim chuckled.

Ember sat back down to call her roadside assistance hotline to cancel their dispatch with the three hour wait. When she hung up, her Snapchat app notified her that she had a new friend request. Ember almost freaked out. The user who added her was @ashton5sos.

She accepted his request and sent him a selfie captioned: Worst night ever. Car is broken. Waiting to be towed home.

Within seconds she had a reply. Ashton sent a selfie back: How about that Uber? ;)

Ember immediately snapped another selfie: lol that's super ironic but I'm going to wait here with my car. I'll probably be home in a few hours.

Ashton was waiting for her snap because his response came back in rapid succession. This time, he was shirtless and the snap showed only his tanned torso and sculpted shoulders... Are you sure? I could make your night a hell of a lot better...

Ember wanted so badly to screen capture that snap, but she knew she'd look like a fool if she did so instead she tried committing it to memory. In that moment she felt too old to be having this sort of conversation with someone so young, yet alone so famous. So she sent her final snap, a shot of her shoes. Sorry buttercup, I'm going home and going to bed.

Ashton shot back another selfie, this time it was his beautiful lips posed in a pout, shadowed by the dim light. Bae? Try me when you get home. I'd love to come over and sleep. Nothing more.

Ember switched over to the chat feature, not knowing what else to snap. Bae? Oh boy, now things are getting serious. I'm much too old for that word.

She watched Ashton's emoji pop up and could see he was typing: Age is just a number, bae. *kissy face emoji*

Ember could see lights in the driveway and hear tires in the snow, so she peered out the window to see that the tow truck had arrived. She and Tim both hurried outside. When the cold winter air hit Ember's face, she clicked open the car locks and grabbed her winter jacket from the driver's seat. It was was icy cold. Why hadn't she thought to bring it in to warm up.

It took nearly 25 minutes to get the Subaru all strapped onto the tow trailer. Ember told Tim thank you, again, and said goodbye as she hopped into the passenger seat of the tow truck.

It was a few minutes past 4 am when the Subaru was unloaded into Ember's parking lot and the tow truck left. She snapped a picture of her disabled car and e-mailed a copy of her receipt to herself. Feeling depressed that she was going to lose out on time driving and she was going to spend all of her rent money to fix her car, Ember trudged her way inside. She quickly undressed, changed into pajamas and fed her kitty.

Right before she crawled into bed, she sent a text to Ashton attached to a picture of her car. Got my car towed back to my apartment okay. Thanks for try to cheer me up tonight... Goodnight!

Ember put her phone on Do Not Disturb and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

READ PART 3.

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[lesmiserablesfashions]

For Halloween, I want to do a Les Mis cosplay. What types of fashion terms should I be looking for/asking for in stores? (Basically, I don't just want to go in there and ask if they have anything from 1820s France or the like!)

not gonna lie anon if you’re as nitpicky as i am it’s gonna be pretty hard to find something entirely accurate.

are you cosplaying in men’s clothes? those sorts of things would be easier to find so hopefully you are

the basic components of the outfit are shirt, drawers (you can leave these out lol your normal underwear is fine), trousers, suspenders, waistcoat, cravat, tailcoat, hat, stocking, and shoes, though it might get hot wearing all that and it’d be hard (& expensive!) to find all of these things, so it’s fine if you go without the coat and top hat & just say your character is dressing casually indoors. you can search my blog for specific examples of these things, and i also have a page dedicated to my sources if you want to go through those too

for shirts you want something white and with a high collar. costume stores would probably understand what you mean if you asked for like.....a pirate shirt? though don’t get one that opens too far down the chest, and has either no collar or a collar that you can’t pop up. it’s fine if it doesn’t stay up when you pop it up; the cravat will secure it in place. it’s also fine if your shirt isn’t all that fitted to your body, since a well-fitting waistcoat combined with the right sort of pants will make it fine, since shirts weren’t fitted back then anyway! common mistake i see in cosplay is people using button up shirts -- button up shirts just did not exist. there were shirts with buttoned collars, but they weren’t buttoned up the whole length of the shirt.

trousers you wear should be seriously high waisted. like really high waisted. you’re trying to achieve an hourglass figure here & you need the pants to do that. fashionable ones could also be pretty tight! trousers were a lot of the time cream, tan, or brown, and if they did have a pattern, it’d be a fairly simple striped or checked one. another common mistake i see is people wearing belts to hold them up! there was no such thing as a men’s belt back then since the trousers were way too high waisted for a belt to be practical. instead they used suspenders!

suspenders then were pretty similar in shape to the ones we have now? though i think generally wider and prettier. floral embroidery was super super super common, and really pretty and good!!! search for suspenders on either my blog or my sources to get an idea. if you can’t get suspenders like that, which lbr most people can’t because society ruined fashion when they stopped letting men wear florals, just wear some more normal patterned ones. they’ll be hidden underneath your waistcoat anyway, you just won’t have the same sense of Authenticity.

waistcoats were also very high waisted, being just long enough to hide the shirt tucked into the trousers. by the 1820s they were quite snugly fitted to nip in the waist! some waistcoats even had some very wide sturdy lacing in the back to pull the waist in even more. you won’t be able to find that today, but keep that ideal feminine silhouette in mind when you’re shopping. the lapels in the early 1820s for the most part were either nonexistent or pretty insubstantial. by the end of the decade, you’d see triangular lapels, notched lapels, and shawl collars. as for the fabrics themselves, don’t just go with a plain black one! vibrant colors and more complex patterns were much more common, and more fun anyway.

cravats were length strips of fabric that were tied in pretty complex ways -- google image search this stuff to see what i mean. they’d hold up the collar and give the impression of a longer neck. most often they were either white or black, though there were still colored ones. to find something cravat-y enough today, i honestly don’t really know what you could do? maybe a very small very thin scarf, or a very wide ribbon? neither of these things will be exact, sadly, and i don’t know enough about cosplay to give you an idea how to improvise. maybe cut your own fabric from something else? or there might be cravats on ebay or something, i have no idea. keep in mind the fabric should be very thin in order for you to be able to tie it properly.

tailcoats were about the same length as the waistcoat. they also wouldn’t necessarily be black! like waistcoats, they could come in all sorts of colors, but unlike waistcoats, they weren’t patterned.

top hats were, well, top hats. i very much doubt you’ll be able to find one in the Exact Specific Shape of the 1820s, so just a normal black top hat is fine, i wouldn’t worry too much about it. it’s a halloween costume, not a professional handmade reenactment costume.

don’t worry about the stockings much either, they won’t be showing up, so you can just wear your normal socks. same way with shoes tbh -- just get some black either business shoes or boots and you’ll get by.

if you’re wearing women’s clothes, then it’s going to be really really hard to find something nice, since dresses were hand-tailored and not in a style anyone would really emulate today :( maybe a costumer might have something vaguely similar? for earlier in the decade just ask for a regency dress -- it’s not exactly what you want but i think it’s the closest you’ll probably get. since skirts were wider in the 1820s than they were during the regency proper, put a few layers of petticoats underneath to bulk it up a little, i guess. later in the 1820s people were already developing the big gigot sleeves, which tragically i just don’t think you’ll be able to find, since people today are unappreciative of how fantastic they were. for shoes, just ask for slippers. the styles today won’t be exactly exact, but close enough.

so that’s my best bet? i don’t cosplay so idk exactly how people go about finding exactly what they want :/ maybe show some photos of 1820s clothes you like to some cosplayers and ask how they’d go about finding something adequate. i wish i could help more! if any cosplayers have any advice for anon here, please add it on!

#the clothes you asked for #long post #didn't really proofread this since time is an issue but here you go hope i didn't say anything super wrong #anon