#u really think ethan is in the wrong for turning down his deal

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

his daughter is not a weapon!

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #re8 #resident evil village #rebhfun #resident evil #resident evil fanart #miss D and her man thing #i hope to god this does not start discourse #be fr #u really think ethan is in the wrong for turning down his deal #turning down a deal from a man whos first impression was stabbing him and throwing him into a death pit #'yeah but he stabbed him because ____' #BRO HE STABBED HIM #IT DOES NOT MATTER #karl is not a good person #just because he was willing to ally with ethan does not make him a saint #he wanted to use ethans daughter #why would u tell the man who has been fighting his way through ur family to save his baby daughter #that u want to use said baby daughter #it was a bad deal please dont try to twist it to make it seem like ethans stupid for turning it down #karl is stupid for thinking hed accept and then refusing to elaborate and throwing him into his jet engine hole #this doesnt mean i dont like karl #im just tired of people tyring to make karl look better by making ethan look worse #cmon man #this concludes another crumb essay in the tags

[hikarimiyanaga]

Request : Hi, I love and enjoy reading what you write thus I want to pose a request that the Dimitrescu Family with a powerful blood magic S/O who can control people's blood (u know, similar to Skarlet from MK)

Blood Magic, it's one of the powers that I want to experiment with, in terms of writing.

Also, the knowledge/information I have about this is because of Avatar (I haven't played Mortal Kombat in a long time, forgive my broke self.)

I also accidentally deleted the request so it's like this.

I'm really sorry. I hope you enjoy it!

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

As a magician, you were pretty powerful, as a Mage of Blood Magik, though, you were undefeatable.

When you came into the village, the weird parasites in almost everyone's body bothered the fuck outta you. Because why the fuck??

It was just sitting there and eating there soul?? You knew the consequences on messing around with Parasites like those so you wanted to leave immediately but you stopped when you saw Alcina.

This very tall lady who towers over you just stopped the world but then you just realized that you were actually the only one who stopped moving. You quickly turned away but felt it. You turn to her again and see the parasite. It was so deep within her.

"Fuck." You cursed under your breath but then you feel it. Not connected to blood but the energy and mana itself.

"Fucking hell." You use your magic to peek into the Megamycete and grimace.

"Fucking shit." As if third time's the charm, Alcina hears your cursing and looks at you. You clenched your fist and was just glaring on the ground?? What a weirdo.

"Mother, is something wrong?" Bela asks, as she was the one who accompanied Alcina for her little stroll around the village.

"No. Just that woman." You feel eyes on you so you look up to see Alcina staring at you. You huff then turn away.

Being a magician, you aren't actually a people person, you've always hated it when people knew what you were.

Your foes were the only ones who ever actually knew that you practiced Blood Magik... not that they lived to actually tell anyone else.

You try to leave, you really did but all those people. That giant woman, all of it just-

"Leaves a bad taste in my mouth, nothing else." You turn back, trying to excuse your good nature.

You spend days trying different scrying spells, revelation spells and cure spells to see if any would work on the Megamycete and who the fuck is actually using it.

"That fucking bitch." Not only have you seen Alcina's, the villager's and the other lord's memories but Mother Miranda herself. "She wants a daughter? All this for a fucking hell-spawn?" You never did like children yourself, they were too innocent, too goddamn corruptible and too gullible.

You sigh and make your decision. She wants a daughter? You'll give her a daughter. You put on your mask and get your potions.

You'll cure this village of those fucking parasites and diseases or you'll die trying. Most probably cure them.

It took literally a whole day just to get the goddamn parasites of the villagers and Karl, who was the only one of the four lords who volunteered when he heard what you were doing.

The next was Donna, who cried when you actually gave Angie a body. Then Salvatore was next, when you promised to be his friend.

Alcina was the hardest. She thought that if she accepted then her daughters would die and disappear. But you assured her and even showed her that you wouldn't let that happen. She was amazed by the other lords. Donna isn't sporting her scar and Angie is actually alive and in a real body. Karl doesn't have his powers anymore but his intellect is still intact and Salvatore was just beaming.

"How did you-?" You chuckle.

"Blood Magik. It's something that only some practice and even fewer get the hang of. And me?" You ask as the air suddenly gets heavier and everything quiets down as you let out your mana. "I'm the Master of it." Everyone looks at you when just as fast as it came, the tension was gone. You hold out your hand to Alcina. "So would you trust me?" She accepts and cries in relief when she hugs Bela, Cassandra and Daniela in their normal bodies.

Meanwhile, you grimace in silence as your organs will take some time recovering their usual functions... what? Blood Magik needs sacrifices and you would rather do it yourself than exploit other people.

And then lastly, Mother Miranda. You were actually afraid that she would try to fight you and you, with your organs all fucked up and your only weapons are basically your potions, were nervous. But she accepted and as you hand over Eva safely to Mother Miranda, you pass out and everyone panics.

Karl was absolutely fucking scared shitless and befuddled by your physical condition?? How in hell are you even alive?

You wake up three days later and Karl just gave up on trying.

You laugh at him and wheeze.

"I"m basically kind of an immortal too." He just sighs.

The next few weeks were spent inside the Dimitrescu Castle because that was the most comfortable house. The Beneviento House would be good too but Karl just felt that you would like it more in the Dimitrescu Castle. You agree.

As you spend more time with Alcina, you both just slowly but surely fall for each other.

Bela Dimitrescu

Hunting made easier. Brought to her by you and your Blood Magik.

With just one goddamn snap of your fingers and bam, a barrel is full.

This makes spending time with each other, a lot easier and longer.

She would listen to you tell your stories and you love it when she gets excited about books and such.

One day, you finally learn how to create a human body. There was a lot of things to do and spells to practice but you were determined.

And you finally achieved it. It took long enough but then you sensed it.

Mother Miranda stole a baby from a caravan??

"What in hell is happening?" You mumble as you gaze at the village. Then there it was, and it hurt the fuck out of your mana when the people turned into monsters.

"What the fuck!? Shit!" You curse as you feel the megamycete mutate. "Oh hell no!" You shout and use your magik to locate the shit.

"Die, asswipe!" You completely destroy it without batting an eye and you can hear Mother Miranda's shouts of agony.

You pant as you can finally feel the mana in the air be lighter. You go to the castle and as expected, everyone is in a bad shape.

It took months but you got them all back to normal, even most of the villagers.

Bela kept crying as you hug her, finally together with her.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You met Cassandra while you were surrounded by Karl's werewolves. Dead werewolves. You were slightly out of breath and then your eyes met.

Ethan was about to chase her but you stopped him because she was the same as them.

"Why'd you stop me then?" You shrug at your brother who glares at you.

"We should just get Rose back and not kill anyone anymore." Ethan raises an eyebrow at you.

"What? You literally just killed like a hundred of these werewolves." You use your magik to get the blood off yourself.

"They attacked. I only countered." Ethan sighs as you just walk away. He follows you and as you get to the castle. You can instantly feel their energy.

"What the fuck? They're made of it?" You mumble to yourself. And just as Bela was about to push you and Ethan down, you counter her and made sure to not let her flies disperse.

'Shit. This is hard.' You think to yourself as you dodge both Cassandra and Daniela attacking you.

"Y/N?"

"Rose is in that direction. Just wait for me there." Ethan nods and quickly goes the way you pointed. You use your magik and they all freeze. "You guys are so troublesome." You sigh. "But then again, I suppose all good things are." You use your magik again and locate Alcina.

You made a deal with the Dimitrescu Head. In exchange for normal bodies, she'll have to let you, Ethan and Rose's part go. Ethan's outburst when he realized what they did to his daughter didn't help but you used that.

"You know I'm powerful, right? Trust me, you don't want to test my brother."

You leave the Castle with Ethan, unharmed but with a deal made.

It was the same with the other three houses and before you knew it, your niece was restored and you had to make eight people back to normal... It was hard but when you wake up, feeling groggy and disoriented with all of those people and your family, you think to yourself that it was all worth it.

You rebuild the village with all of them and actually get closer with Cassandra. She admires your magik and you admire her art.

Before you even knew it, you had fallen for her and even though she hasn't realized it yet, she has fallen for you too.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Being a powerful magician meant most of the world are after you.

That was how you found the village. It was isolated and so it was perfect for you.

As you were strolling along the village, late into the night, when everyone is asleep, you feel a somewhat murderous intent and you smile to yourself. Either you were too careless or someone was really good at hiding their intent.

When something was about to hit you, you quickly activated your magik but flinched when it didn't affect them, so you quickly turned and jumped back.

The person who attacked you was surprised as well that you could react like that.

"What? You dodged??" You sigh.

"I dodged because you were trying to kill me! Who are you?" Daniela smiles at you.

"Daniela Dimitrescu, I live in that castle. And you?" Why did this woman?? can you even call her that suddenly- You sigh.

"I'm Y/N... and something is really wrong with this village of yours."

"What?"

Before you and Daniela even knew it, you were both knee-deep in everything, you even saw the Megamycete together.

And call Daniela, good-natured because by then, she wanted to stop Mother Miranda and help everyone. So help you did.

You just couldn't say no to her, could you?

By the time, everything was over, you were already half-dead and Daniela finally realized she was in love with you.

It was a good thing that you have potions.

A/N:

I'm sorry that I have been gone for weeks now. College started then something happened that made me not want to write at all.

But I'm back, although I may be a bit slow.

I'm so sorry. I also closed off my requests since I'll be focusing on college and completing the Loving You sequel which is 70% done by now.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

If you can, please buy me a coffee.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #re #resident evil #re village

[wdwmarveldisney]

Hey I requested the isaac lahey imagine ‘memories’ I was wondering if u could do it where it’s before she died and it’s the part where Ethan, Aiden and isaac get possessed by those flies but instead of isaac it’s y/n and she attacks the twins and stuff and instead of isaac and Allison sleeping together it’s her and isaac( this is not a smut just the build up to it) and she’s all seductive and dominant and taunting and the aftermath when she isn’t possessed anymore .

Stupid Fly

Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Isaac isn’t the one to be possessed by Void but instead its you.

Masterlist

A/N: Okay so I watched the episode so I hope this is accurate. I’m really not good at the build up thing so sorry about that.

GIF isn’t mine

Your fingers dug into the cover that you sat on, eyes fixed on the ground as your feet swung slightly. Patiently waiting for Isaac, you stopped swinging your feet and began tapping them instead. Your usual bright and lively eyes had this dark swirl to them that didn't fit, that was natural. You didn't hear his footsteps or the bag in his hand hit the ground and only turned when you heard his voice, "What are you doing here?" When your eyes met his, you only held his gaze for a second or two before scanning his face, "I thought I'd wait for you to come back. You didn't just walk out of the hospital, did you?" Isaac shrugged, falling next to you as he scanned you in caution. He could tell something was off, "It's okay. I feel a lot better. All healed," you reached a hand up, fingers grazing his cheek as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"So you're okay?" Isaac didn't like the tone of your voice, soft concern and care that was usually present gone. He nodded, hand going to hold yours and pull it down to the space between the two of you, "What's wrong?" You stared down at your joined hands before giving his a slight squeeze and finally meeting his eyes once more. In response, you simply shrugged and a small smirk made your lips twitch up, "Just wanted to see you," You had leaned in and although he wished it hadn't, all reason had left Isaac as you had inched closer. He could no longer think about you seemed off, that you seemed too confident and too bold because this was the closest you had been since he had talked to about getting back together. You had been avoiding him as you said you had to work out your feelings. Maybe you had, maybe this was you finalising a decision and deciding to just go with it. But this wasn't how you would do it that nagging voice in the back of his head kept screaming at him. That voice was successfully silenced as your lips were pressed gently to his and it took near to no time for him to kiss. You hand went to his chest and you gently pushed him back wards and onto the bed as you continued.

Your hands moved to his hair, lips kissing across his cheek and to his jaw as Isaac leaned his head back to give you more access. Your hand moved to his jaw, tilting his head to face you. You both started giggling as you pecked his lips repeatedly before he finally pulled you close enough to place a longer kiss to your lips.

-

Light streamed through the crack in the curtains as the soft hum of traffic and nature twisted together and filled the room. Isaac sighed, rolling over to see you and frowning when he realised you were up and out of bed instead of cuddling close like when the two of you fell asleep. He sat up, leaning on his elbows as he watched pick up random objects to admire before placing them back. "There you are. What are you doing over there?" You glanced back over your shoulder with a small smile and you placed the small picture frame back on the dresser and leaning back onto it, "You know, I was at Allison's the other day. We were working on that text, before you came over that is. There's still a lot of weapons there. I thought her new Code was about protecting," Isaac shrugged, not understanding where you were going with this. He sat up a bit more, leaning against the head of the bed as he observed every move of yours. The way you stared around the room, how you didn't bothered by the way that you were topless with your bra on display when you normally would be, how there was this permanent smirk toying your swollen lips.

"Most of them are non-lethal," He defended and your eyes snapped back to him as you nodded, turning back to the things in his room. "Hmm... The daggers looked pretty lethal to me," he could hear the edge to your voice and frowned at the way your fingers tapped a quick beat against the book you held, "But maybe she should keep them. There's still a few of us out there who aren't quite so non-lethal... like the twins," This made him shoot up, reaching for his shirt as his frown got deeper, eyebrows knitting together in worry and confusion, "I thought we were going to give them a second chance?" He gave a small nervous laugh when you didn't seem to react at all, "You're the one to talk me into it," Isaac pointed out and this time, you spun round with an angered expression pulling at your features. Your teeth dug into you bottom lip before you shrugged and snapped, "I changed my mind, they don't deserve it,"

Isaac moved closer to the other end of the bed, reaching for your hands to pull you closer, really panicked by the wild in your eyes. "Things are different now. It doesn't have to be like that anymore," You scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes at the seriousness and concern in his. You took his hands in yours and took those few steps closer before leaning down closer to his lips, "You do remember them trying to kill you numerous times, right?" Isaac gave you pleading as he shook his head at your determination. He wasn't liking where this was going, "They're helping," You dropped his hands with a frown, backing away as you grabbed your top from the floor and pulled it on, "I had a feeling you'd say something like that," He watched you walk out out of the room, slamming the door behind you as you heard him shout after you, "Y/N, wait! Y/N!"

-

"See? That's what I'm talking about. I'd probably be in his pack by now if it wasn't for my psychotic brother - the one who has to kill everything in sight," you smiled to yourself when you heard their voices, gripping the weapon you stole from Allison tighter as you tried to find them. They keep shouting like that and it'll only make it easier, no werewolf abilities needed. "Careful, Ethan... You're currently the only thing in my sight," As you turned the corner, you saw them go for each other and a smirked pulled at your lips. They really did like making it easier for you. You raised the gun you had in your hands, shooting Ethan in the back and watching them both writhe in pain fro the electricity flowing through them. Swinging the gun to rest across your shoulder you took a step closer, "I guess this is the part where I say something witty,"

You gave a small hollow chuckled, hitting Ethan in the face with the back of the gun when you were closer enough, successfully knocking him out. Your smirk fell and you turned to Aiden with that emotionless face and deadly look in your eyes that made a shiver run down his spine. Or maybe that was the electricity. You crouched down to him, head tilting as you scanned his face. With the shake of your head and the small quirk up of your lips, you whispered, "I'm not witty," and knocked him out just like twin.

You dumped the gun and with a huff, began to drag them to the boys locker room. You dropped their hands, letting them hit the ground with a small smack and turned to Coach's office. Digging through his drawers, a frown made its way to your lips as you began to mutter to yourself, "Come on, Coach. You gotta have a lighter," the smirk took its place back on your lips as you lifted the lighter to be level with your eyes. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol with the piece of fabric stuffed into the top, hesitantly slightly. Was this really the best idea? Shaking your head at the thought, you reassured yourself, "I'm gonna burn it down... For Erica... For Boyd... For Isaac... For everyone! I'm gonna burn it. I'm gonna burn it," with final nod, you walked out to stand by the twins, lighting the fabric. Just as you about you were to throw at them, the fabric was pulled out of the bottle and you turned to see Kira with her katana in hand. You stood in silence for a beat or two before you shrugged, "Nice sword,"

The bottle fell from your hands and smashed by your feet but you couldn't care less, immediately focusing on attacking Kira. You were doing this and if she got in your way then you'd just have to deal with it, right? She managed to push you to the ground and you huffed out in frustration. Why couldn't she just leave you to do it? "Y/N!" You turned, seeing Allison and Isaac both standing either side of Kira. Slowly pulling yourself up, you shook out your arms and rolled your shoulders as the three backed away into Coach's office. Allison closed the door as Isaac and Kira pushed the desk in front to block you out. The twins had stood up behind you and you spun to face them, claws beards as you heard the others talk in Coach's office, "Was that a good idea?"

"Probably not," You swung first and managed to hit Aiden but Ethan got you from behind and you could Kira's worried voice as you struggled, "They're not going to kill each other, are they?" You stomped on Ethan's foot and got out of his grip only for Aiden to get you. Ethan joined him and they both shoved you into the door, the window shattering upon impact. "I think they're going to try," Isaac muttered.

Somehow, you'd got a slight upper hand and was managing perfectly fighting the two at once. That was until the other three began to try and break you apart. They eventually managed to take control, Isaac's main focus being you. Deaton had arrived soon enough, pulling the stupid fly that had managed to sneak through a cut on your side from the Oni's sword, just like Derek. Isaac could see the regret cross your face, hands rubbing at your eyes before you shot up and began profusely apologising to the twins. You couldn't look at the blonde as you helped the twins up and heard the update from Deaton and it wasn't until afterwards and Isaac pulling actually pulling you away from the others, did you finally look up at him. "You okay?" He asked quick, scanning you over. Even with Deaton saying you were fine, Isaac couldn't help but worry. "I'm fine," you turned to go but Isaac pulled you right back making a low growl leave your lips. The boy dropped your wrists, backing away as your eyes flickered to their beta yellow and back before a hand slapped over your mouth in shock. "I'm so sorry," you mumbled and Isaac was quick to hold your hand and reassure you. "No, hey, it's okay," he paused, taking a deep breath before leaning forward slightly and avoiding eye contact as he asked, "Do you regret it?"

"What? No, of course not. I still love you. I just, I didn’t want to have it happen that way, you know? And it was...different. Not bad, just it was weird ‘cause I was possessed-” Isaac’s chuckle cut off your ramble, a blush rising on your cheeks as you watched him smile at you. “It wasn’t exactly the way I wanted it to happen either,” he interlaced his fingers with yours as you both stared at your hands, dopey smiles on your lips. “I wanna work this out, I do. I just need a bit more time,” Isaac met your eyes, noticing the crease in your brows and the small frown on your lips and the way you tilted your head to meet his eyes. He nodded slowly, not letting go of your hand just yet. He didn’t want to ever let go.

You finally pulled away, sent a half grin and began to make your way down the hall, disappearing from his sight as you turned the corner.

#isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

[drivingbatty]

― rory keaner fluff alphabet

i know this is sorta random but what can I say? I love this batty boi💗. I'll probably be doing this with everyone else too! gifs by @bodhirookes

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

One thing that is certain about Rory is that he’s not the best at saying “no”. So he’s up for whatever you are! Even though he can get a bit antsy he won’t mind spending a quiet day with you and he won’t mind running around town causing mayhem. He’s very neutral is what I’m saying. If he had to pick a favorite though, he loves it when you let him take you flying! He thinks it romantic.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your kindness and patience. Most people (aside from the Gang) would immediately snap at him for bothering them or asking a ”dumb question” but you answer them without much hesitation or annoyance. And he loves you for that

If we're talking physically, he absolutely loves your smile. Just knowing that his favorite person in the whole world is happy makes him 10x as happy! And he makes sure to let you know that. When you’re sad he’ll poke your face or do something stupid to get you to smile.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He's not the best with words so he'll try to cheer you up the best can. Just tell him what you need, and he’s got you. Snacks? He’s already back in 5 seconds with your favorites. More tissues? Bam, he’s brought you a baker’s dozen of boxes because he didn’t know what brand to get. Cuddles? Hell yeah!

 D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn't have any plans, he just hopes that you two will be together until the day you die. Rory’s an “in the moment” thinker and he plans on being in this teenage honeymoon stage forever. He might turn you though, but only if you're okay with it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He likes to believe he's the man in the relationship as most teen boys would, but he's hella soft and if you so much as look disapprovingly at him he'll shut up pretty quickly. So yeah, he's pretty passive.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Rory is not very good at holding grudges. So he's very quick to forgive you whenever you have a disagreement, which rarely happens since he's pretty hard to upset. If things ever somehow managed to escalate he'd stay quiet until your done talking to apologize and change the subject. He really hates arguing and wants it to be over as soon as possible.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He thinks about how lucky he is everyday and will never take anything for granted. He's not used to receiving attention (physical or otherwise) so he'll dwell on even the smallest things forever. He just can't believe that you are interested in him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He might hide his vampire-ism for awhile due to Ethan and Benny, since apparently not everyone finds being with an undead creature of the night appealing. Aside from that he's an open book! He has a tendency to ramble so there will be virtually no secrets between you two.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Congrats, you've just made him even more clingy! Now he's physically incapable of being alone for too long and will seek you out because he misses you :( even if its been like 10 minutes

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rory doesn't get jealous due to his issues with social cues so he won't overthink any interactions you and someone else may be having. But on the off chance that he does get jealous he'll just get really pouty and try to drag you to do something else.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Rory is pretty inexperienced in the smooching department but he tries his best. His kisses are kinda stiff at first but the more comfortable he gets the warmer they are and the more he seeks them out. Surprise kisses are his personal favorite. He also loves doing the exaggerated 'mwah' sound too, the goof.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Being the wannabe Casanova he is, I feel like he asked you out a million times before you actually said yes. The time you said yes he actually tried to ditch the pick up lines and be sincere about it. I mean, how could you say no that face?

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Eh, he's thought about it. Again he's never really been known to think ahead so it probably doesn't cross his mind all too often. But if he was asked he'd most likely say yes since "That's what people usually do, right?"

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Literally every single one in the book. He's also pretty creative if "spice angel" and "blonde hottie mclovely" is anything to go off of. So you have an endless supply of petnames coming your way. His favorites are probably sweetcheeks, angel face, gum drop, fruit cake, and ragamuffin. He's very corny.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

You're all he will talk about. Ethan and Benny will be tired of it pretty soon. He'll also become more susceptible to his floating quirk whenever you so much as look at him. His head's in the clouds and his heart is full. Impressing you will become a main priority and he will not leave you alone. He's basically a lovesick puppy that follows you around.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Rory is very upfront about it. He's always bragging about you to everyone in the vicinity and he will be damned if someone won't hear about you atleast 5 times that day. He wants people to be jealous. And they should be! He gets to date you and they can't! The poor fools.

As for physical attention, he might be kinda shy to it at first. He's a teen boy and while things like that are exciting, he's also scared of embarrassing himself. So he mostly held your hand everywhere and refused to let go. But once he gets comfortable expect everything to be going your way. Pecks on the mouth, cheek, hugging, hand holding, the whole works! Though he won't do anything to risque like making out or anything.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Oddly enough, Rory is pretty good at reading your face. Or maybe he just worries about you alot. All you know is that any minute that you're not beaming with joy he's already asking what's wrong and if he can help. He just really doesn't want to see you upset so he'll make sure to check up on you when he can.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

All Rory knows about romance are loads of cliches he's seen. He use to play up how bad alot of them were before he was with you, but now? Ho boy, they are his only language. Getting you gifts, saying weird lines, attempting to get dressed up for dates, and getting flowers (he'll do this no matter what gender you are and you can't tell me otherwise). Though he fumbles in the "smooth" part of the romantic gestures, he's really trying.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you so much its insane! He's literally your biggest fan when it comes to anything.

"You got a test coming up and you're worried about passing? There's no need, babe! You're a genius!"

"You're doing a certain extra curricular or club? Everyone is gonna be jealous of your greatnes. They can't compete!"

Hell, he'll even encourage you in things that sound absolutely terrible.

"Wanna try and eat 5 whole tacos in 1 minute? I'll go set the timer!"

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Being with him is honestly a series of surprises. You never know what you're in for whenever you two meet up. Sometimes you might even get pulled into whatever The Gang™️ want to solve. But you guys have one routine of always having a movie night on Fridays. Cuddling and snack binging ensue.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Even though he's scatter-brained he actually has a pretty great memory, especially when it comes to you. He notices a lot of your ticks due to almost always being around you somehow.

Rory doesn't always get social cues, so some things may fly over his head. But once he understands the situation he totally has your back.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Rory doesn't have . . . a lot of priorities. He has his friends, his mom, and virtually nothing else. So you're pretty high on his list of important things! If he could, he would most likely die for you (although possibly by accident).

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always visits you in the morning. Since vampires don't need to sleep he's usually already there before you wake up. And he'll be super annoying while trying to wake you up too. Then after you get ready you both go to school together, either by flight or just walking.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Definitely! As I said before, PDA isn't a big problem for him and he's still just as affectionate in private. I'd have to say he prefers kissing but he's honestly up to anything when it comes to you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He can do pretty fine on his own at first, but he gets pretty bummed after a while. But like, its not like he can't see you. This man got all the way to FLORIDA I doubt he'll let a little bit of distance get in the way of you two.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Again, he would die for you. He'd even commit a felony for you if he had to! Honestly you might need to teach him that he has a choice and that he doesn't have to do everything for you.

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#baby boy. baby. #hes pure fluff and he needs👏more👏content #gonna try and do this with everyone else :) #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x reader #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #fluff alphabet

[utterlyinevitable]

After seeing ur explanation for that anon i really want to see a fic or a hc of ethan as a dad and becca as mom can u please do it??

omg okay ahhh my babys having babies. this is gonna be long and idk if it’ll make sense bc imma jot down everything i know about domestic e&b.  

[just finished and... this is long and broken down into 6 categories........... enjoy!]

Ethan & Becca as Parents

The Pregnancy 

They didn’t plan on having children, it just kind of happened. Becca and Ethan took a day for the news to settle before they jumped into excited, expecting parents mode.

The most exciting part was renovating the condo to make the most perfect nursery and shopping for decorations and mentally planning all the traditions and things they’d love to give to their little family. 

All of the happiness couldn’t mask the struggles of pregnancy. 

Becca hated being pregnant. She was sick and nauseous constantly, and her back and feet always ached. 

Throughout the whole thing Ethan doted on her; holding her hair back and learning how to tie it up in the way she likes, rubbing her back, running out to get whatever she was craving. 

He even made copious amounts of notes about her eating patterns. Enough to keep two of everything in the condo. 

If she was having a restless night, he would too; even if she was restless for non-human-growing reasons. 

They were in this together.

And even when she was huddled over a garbage pail, dribble running down her chin, she never looked more beautiful to him. 

There was just something about all this that made him feel all weird and fuzzy inside. 

When her symptoms barely settled throughout the second trimester she overhauled her entire birthing plan. There was no way she was making it to 42 weeks. She was absolutely miserable. So she made a c-section appointment for 40 weeks. 

She had an entire argument with Ethan one evening (she really was only yelling while he nodded his head). Her main points were:  “It’s my body and the baby will be fine. I was born 6 weeks early and I turned out fantastic!” and  “Once the baby’s out of me I’m still going to have to pee. Omg what if she rips me open!? How am I supposed to use the bathroom without worrying about my stitches?”  

All he kept reiterating was:  “I love you. I trust you and your instincts.” 

Becca felt better as he held her face in his large hands, his calming azure eyes boring into hers and letting her know everything will be alight. 

But deep down she spent the next few weeks since making the appointment wondering if she should have given vaginal birth a try. She didn’t want Ethan to resent her for chickening out of her body’s natural function. 

The Birth 

Becca made it to her c-section appointment. Happily rubbing her large belly and glowing:  “I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore! Never do this to me again.” 

All Ethan did was chuckle. 

He was happy she was getting color back and that her symptoms finally settled enough for her to spend the last few weeks enjoying their daughters kicks. But oh my god was Ethan Ramsey terrified of being a father. 

He wouldn’t tell Becca though. She was emotional and worried enough as is. Any and all his concerns were saved for the short conversations he had with his father.  “Don’t overthink it, son. The moment you lay eyes on your daughter you’ll know what to do. It’s instinct. Biology. That was your best subject in school, wasn’t it?” Alan would joke.  

The surgery went off without a hitch. 

All of Becca’s hatred for the phenomenon of pregnancy vanished the second the nurse placed their daughter on her chest. 

Rebecca was in awe. She made that! This little person came out of her! This little pink person that looks like a plucked chicken with a tiny tuft of brown hair was here and she was beautiful. The perfect combination of her and Ethan. 

The embodiment of their love.   

Dakota Dolores Ramsey was completely unplanned. Unplanned but not unwanted.  

The first time Ethan Ramsey held his daughter time froze. The universe needed a minute to process the broad grin and full heart thumping rapidly from this stoic and reserved man. 

The earth was about to spin the wrong way but then Dakota opened her eyes.

Everything was the way divinity had planned it.  

At Home

Although Ethan and Becca lived a 10 minutes drive from Edenbrook, nearly a straight run, Becca forced him to drive as slow as possible. 

Dakota was asleep and she needed to keep it that way. 

Due to her stitches, Becca was forced to take things easy. No matter how many times she argued with Ethan that she was capable of menial tasks around the house. 

Ethan would not let her lift a finger. 

If Dakota needed a change he’d happily do it. if Becca was hungry he’d make her favorite. 

“You had her to yourself for nine months. Let me take the next few days.” Becca went to retort, all she wanted was to hold her baby for the rest of eternity. She’d never tire of looking at her scrunched up potato face and watching as her features changed every moment of every day. “I promise to share.” “You better,” she kissed him as he tucked her into bed for a much needed nap.

The only thing he was forced to share with his partner was feeding duty - Becca was adamant on breast feeding. A bottle would not touch their daughters lips for months to come. 

That in itself brought its own challenges. 

Most nights Ethan laid in bed with Becca curled up at his side in one arm and Dakota resting on his bare chest. 

Parenting was weird, but an exhilarating change. 

Ethan couldn’t diagnose what he could have possibly have done right in his life to be this wholly happy. 

The Second

Once Ethan and Becca had one child they were both itching for a second.

“You know what say: ‘if you have one you have to have two’.” “Is that so?”  “You don’t want Dakota to have a sibling?”  “I was an only child and look how I turned out.”  “Emotionally stunted and certified loner?” she teased. 

Truth be told, Ethan wanted another. He’s been thinking of giving his pride and joy a few siblings for weeks now. He just didn’t know how to tell Becca. 

Becca complained frequently about how happy she was to not be pregnant, and often about how her scar healed funnily. 

All of the signs pointed to her not wanting another. And Ethan was okay with that. He never expected to have one child. He’d cherish every moment of what’s been placed right in his fingertips. 

He’ll let his soon-to-be wife choose their path. She’s dictated everything else thus far. Ethan was elated she chose him to be along for the ride. 

After Dakota’s first birthday, when they made the decision to have another, they tried desperately to conceive.

“I really don’t want to have to deal with diapers for five years,” was Becca’s main reason for keeping the kids close in age.  “We can try surrogacy.” Ethan offered, knowing how much she hated pregnancy. He didn’t want to push her into anything.    “No. I have to do it. I’ll do it for our kids. But you owe me big time.”  

And 14 months later Caroline Marie Ramsey made her grand appearance. 

And Becca got her first push present. 

The Last 

It’s fitting that four years later Ethan and Becca were blessed with another surprise. 

Her pregnancy with James Jonah was the smoothest of them all. 

Of course that meant something had to go wrong. 

At 34 weeks Becca went into premature vaginal labor. 

Within six hours their baby boy arrived. 5lbs 2oz and looking like an alien. 

Ethan almost lost them both after the fact. 

Becca lost too much blood with the placenta and JJ was so tiny.  

But the Lao’s were fighters and they pulled through. Ethan cried at her bedside once the harrowing 24 hours were up. 

Becca stayed at the hospital for a week, Ethan and Alan bringing the girls to visit every single day. 

JJ had to stay a few days longer and Becca refused to leave until she could bring her son home. 

She went through her first experience with postpartum depression. Becca didn’t think anything could be worse than the mental toll her abortion had on her years earlier. But she was wrong.

She was so wrong. 

All their friends chipped in to help take care of the kids while Ethan devoted his time to helping his wife. The couple went to therapy, sometimes together, other times Ethan sat in the waiting room as Becca worked through her emotions. 

Months later, the parents were sitting at home. Ethan held their son and their daughters were curled on their laps: He muttered into his wife’s hair, “I’d like to have one more.”  “Not with me you’re not,” she scoffed. “We’re outnumbered as is.” 

JJ began to cry and the girls stirred. Dakota mumbling, “Tell the baby to shut up, I’m sleeping here.” 

They couldn’t help but laugh and pull apart to put their whole world to bed.  

Old and graying and spending more time at home with his kids, Ethan wanted just one more baby. Four was a strong, even number. He could have a whole daycare full of them - each one the best variations of him and Becca. 

Becca had spent a large portion of her 30s childrearing and she’s done. Done with diapers and formula, especially. She loves her children more than anything but they’re exhausting. She can’t wait for them to be in school full time and she can have some more alone time with her husband. It’s been so long since it’s been just them too.  

“Don’t hate me...”  “I could never hate you,” Ethan said as he brushed a few strands of hair from his wife’s face.  She swallowed and confidently said, “I want you to get a vasectomy.” 

He agreed without further consideration. She made a very compelling argument.  

Parenting 

Ethan is the doting helicopter dad and Becca is doctor drill sergeant. The kids get away with nothing under their mother’s watch. 

Ethan is very soft and adores his children. The grumpy attending could have a whole gaggle of them. He spoils his daughters rotten, picking up the newest doll and toy they’re obsessed with, and making them promise not to tell mommy. 

The women in Ethan’s life get away with everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the girls were born, Ethan stepped back at work letting the better Dr. Ramsey have her career defining moments.

He took half days to pick the girls up from preschool and would bring them to the park or museums. He’d even try to teach them to cook their favorite recipes on cold, rainy days. He’d tire them out so that he and mom could tuck them in after dinner.

Ethan’s afraid of his son. He’s afraid the tot is going to turn out exactly like him - he’s the spitting image, except that his hair curls like his mother’s. 

Instead of putting JJ in fulltime daycare, Ethan chose part time preschool. The girls were in primary school now and he’s taken a bigger step back from the hospital after the baby was born. 

He devotes all his free time to teaching his son about all he knows and learning all he doesn’t.  

Becca complains about the state of her vagina and stomach all the time. Never in front of the children but often enough Ethan knows the look on her face right before she says the same two lines.  

Her favorite activity is building forts and taking the kids to the beach. 

The holidays have never felt more alive with the full house. Ethan even became a Christmas and Valentines Day lover. 

Becca loved watching him change over the years. Every new first they celebrated with each child, every one of their kids passions, Ethan would adopt them all and make it his mission to be a connoisseur of every facet.

Dakota sat her parents down one day with a serious topic of conversation: “Mommy, Daddy. I’m going to be a fashion designer.” “Will you?”  “Yes. And I need to dress myself.” “As long as it’s weather appropriate, consider it done.”  “And we need to get supplies.” 

The conversation went on for 15 minutes with Ethan and Becca asking questions and Dakota making demands. Once they’ve settled on an agreement on how to make their daughter’s dream happen, Ethan retired to his office. He taught himself the basics of sewing.     

Even with all the struggles of raising three children in a suburb of Boston while balancing very demanding medical careers, Ethan and Becca wouldn’t have it any other way. The life they carved out of all their complications was worth it.  

All of this was inevitable. 

And they wouldn’t take a moment for granted.    

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Um... this became bigger than intended... If you made it this far, thank you ♥

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#Anonymous #asked #this was a lot of word vomit #did not edit at all #don't let this flop #reblog for the 3 kids ethan and becca need to support #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart fanfic

[phoebehalliwell]

billie/hope wasn’t a paring I knew I needed but now I NEED this Fic! Super excited for the works you’ve got planned to finish/in the works! :)

fr fr tho bc like. like. hope literally Just got superpowers and a super powerful item to protect and then like. deuces! gl! like??? what?????? girl Train Her. train her and like she's like p meek and like really like you know respectful of the craft and her sacred duty yada yada yada and then paige gets another charge oh hey hope she goes to your school okay well we've already trained one powerful blonde this should be the same right? right? wrong. meet billie. fuckin insane. and it's not even really a rivals to lovers for billie and hope it's just like. like at first you're like hey someone like me! a friend! um and then you talk to them like oh god. and so it's this neutrality this cordiality and from it something like really beautiful grows i also think because you know how hope can call sorrows back into the box and my greek mythology is a little rusty but i'm pretty sure the only reason we have sorrow and hate and grief is because pandora opened the box in the first place so i think hope can kind of become a reverse empath where she can just kind of like suck away negative emotions so instead of that plotline where billie keeps trying to use a spell to erase her memory but it works but it doesn't like??? instead of that we get a small moment where hope takes away billie's pain as just like a kind gesture a beginning of your know something between them which then billie being reckless and impulsive does kind of immediately start to exploit just like she did with the spell and hope's just like 😓 because um. this feels like enabling? this feels bad? so she cuts billie off they have a fall out billie has to acknowledge the root of her fear she goes and like apologizes to hope in the pouring rain classic shit like that hope forgives her they have a moment and billie feels this weight lifted off her chest like hope blossoming nay igniting in her chest that type of feeling and she's a little confused because she's like i thought you said you weren't doing that anymore and hope's like doing what and billie's like taking away my pain and hope's like ??? i didn't,, i didn't do anything and like light switch in billie's brain because oh!! hope didn't need magic to take away billie's hurt because billie just feels better around hope. and then like immediately flush red because oh wait fuck!! i'm in love with her. to the immediate conflict of how the fuck do i deal with that oh god oh shit hope's like do you want to come inside bc you're still standing in the pouring rain and billie's like yes! i mean no. i mean. homework! haha yeah. no. i have a lot of um. homework. and stuff. because you know. you know me! busy lil bee yeah i should probably like you know. do my work for school haha yeah. and hope's like you never do your work for school and billie's like haha yeah that's why there's so much of it lol. gotta run. because i think for all her strengths it's not like billie does not know how to flirt with a girl she just doesn't know how to flirt with a girl who is also her best friend. yikes. cut to i don't know billie being really weird around hope and hope being like okay,,,,? billie like. rooting through the magic school library to find like a. she loves me she loves me not type spell. hope finds her finds her book and is like haha what's this? and billie's like [lie!!] you know like oh i'm just haha it's nothing really i'm just it's like. a spell!! haha because i'm a witch witches cast spells right that's how it works so um. found a spell!! so um. and hope's like a love spell? and billie's like well not a spell that makes love it just like. sees if love's there. and hope's like oh cool. who's it for? and billie's like ethan! ethan in my calc course yeah um. it's for him! just some guy, i don't know if u know him yeah and hope's like well i mean. have you tried just like asking him like without a spell or anything? and billie's like [voice octave higher] yeah yeah i mean i did what are you kidding me of course i did yeah i totally asked him it was just. he was being real cagey. real weird about his answer. so um. spell!!

and hope's like well i mean he's like a college guy they can be weird but i don't think u need to resort to magic i can help u!! so now hope's playing wingwoman and billie's like ohhh. i am lying to much. i need to stop now. if coop's here she practically kicks down his door like help me!!!! we are Definitely doing one of those gay ass scenes where they're both going to a party so hope's doing billie's makeup so she can score this guy she does not give a flying fuck about and like hope's putting lip gloss on billie (gay) and like blots it a lil bit does the classic like looking down at her lips finishing touches then her eyes snap up to billie's and it's supposed to be like a you're all set! u look beautiful but the words get caught in her throat because holy fuck does she looks beautiful and now it's hope's turn to flush bright pink and immediately deflect because wait wait wait wait wait. am i in love with billie?? no. no she's even she's in love w somebody else. so. like. no!! no i'm not. that'd be crazy. lol. i'm not- and then and then like billie you know flounces her hair in the mirror and flashes like this big ol smile and hope and hope is just like oh no. no i am definitely in love w billie.

#i feel like being two college gals we definitely have room for things that are like. gay as shit. being played off as bestie behavior #like the makeup scene obvi stuff like that but even just like. one of them idk being like hella hungover #and the other one like bringing them breakfast n their favorite drink from their favorite cafe or something brushing their hair #y'all know what i'm talking about? #anyway. these bitches gay! good 4 them #billie x hope #billie jenkins #hope needs a last name hope box lmao she needs a last name tho #hope #charmed #charmedisforthegays #uwu #💌

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

A Winters Wonderland [AU]

[Red Carpet Diaries Masterlist]  ||  [Hollywood U Masterlist]

Characters: Alex, Professor Hunt, Chris Winters, Addison Sinclair, Ethan Blake Rating: Teen Notes: @cora-nova​ & @choicesbyjade​ @choicesdecemberchallenge​: decorations and @jlpplays1-41daysofcheerchallenge​ homemade & decorate Setting/BackStory: Alternate Universe where Alex is a student at Hollywood U and is dating Professor Hunt. This takes place at Chris Winters’s holiday party which I’m setting before the probation hearing, but after the premiere of Permanent Wound. Alex and Chris Winters were fake-dating to promote the movie. Alex and Hunt’s relationship is not public yet, however, Addison knows, and Chris Winters strongly suspects. – – –

“This is incredible,” Alex marveled as she took in the abundance of Christmas decorations. Everywhere she looked there were Christmas trees, wreaths, lights, and… live reindeer?! “Is there anything this party doesn’t have?”

“Chris spares no expense for his annual ‘A Winters Wonderland’ holiday party. He hires the top designers to decorate the place. This year is his biggest yet!” Ethan explained. “I heard he has a tree bigger than the Rockefeller one!”

“No way!” Addison squealed. “We have to find it!”

“I don’t imagine it’ll be that hard to spot,” Alex laughed. 

“Let’s go!” Addison started maneuvering through the crowds of people and sea of holiday cheer.

“You two go on ahead,” Alex decided, spotting Chris. “I’m going to give our host his Christmas present.”

“Ooo! Have fun,” Addison winked. She grabbed Ethan’s hand and maneuvered once again through the party.

“Hey,” Alex whispered having found Chris.

“Hey yourself,” Chris pulled her in for a hug. 

“I have a gift or you,” Alex smiled handing Chris the homemade card. 

He opened it, “One free massage. Now that is my kind of gift!”

“What kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I didn’t offer the best fake boyfriend in the world a massage?” Alex pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Now be sure not to wait too long to use it!” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Chris wrapped his arms around her pulling her in for another hug. “My shoulders have been a little sore lately.” 

Alex caressed his cheek, “Anytime.”

“You know, I might just take you up on that,” Chris responded coyly, looking at his watch. He then pointed to a room at the very top of his lodge. “Meet me there in 30 minutes.” 

“How will I find it? This place is massive?” Alex wondered. 

“Keep going up, until there is nowhere else to go,” Chris responded somewhat cryptically. “I trust you’ll figure it out.”

“Well, I never turn down a challenge,” Alex answered. “I’ll see you then.”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to continue making the rounds,” Chris explained.

Chris greeted guest after guest, never stopping to really talk with any of them. He moved with determination as he made his way to the bar. He sat down beside the one person at the party who seemed out of place and utterly miserable. He had hoped this would cheer him up. 

“I think this belongs to you,” Chris slid the homemade coupon for a free massage down the bar. 

Hunt’s eyes narrowed on it as he took another sip of his scotch. “I’m not sure what you mean.” He hastily slid it back to Chris. 

Chris moved closer to him. “I might be wrong… but I don’t think I am.”

“What are you insinuating?” Hunt pressed his eyes filled with fire. 

“I think you know. And I think she is wonderful and deserves the world and if she wants you, then, I will not stand in the way,” Chris admitted. “I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Hunt stared at the coupon, nursing his scotch.

“If I’m right and this belongs to you,” Chris slid the coupon back to him once more. “Head to the master suite on the top floor in twenty minutes. She doesn’t know you’re here, but she’ll be there.”

“Why would you do this for me? For us?” Hunt questioned placing the card in his jacket pocket. 

“We’re friends, Hunt. It’s what friends do!” Chris patted Hunt on the back and returned to his duties as host. 

Hunt finished his drink and headed to the master suite. 

When he arrived, Alex was already there. She was standing on the balcony overlooking the festivities. Everything was so magical. It reminded her of winters in Iowa. She didn’t notice Hunt walk in and lock the door. Her eyes were transfixed on the party below. 

Hunt walked quietly up to her trying not to draw her attention. When he reached her, he kissed the back of her neck. “Don’t turn around,” he whispered. He pushed her dress to the side exposing more of her shoulders as his tongue continued caressing her. 

For a moment, Alex leaned into his touch but quickly came to her senses. “Chris. I’m sorry but I can’t.” 

“Shh,” Hunt whispered kissing her again. He wrapped his arms around her. 

“Chris, I mean it, I’m sorry if I was misleading,” Alex pleaded, trying to push his arms off of her. It was then that she noticed the tweed jacket holding her. Her entire body relaxed into his embrace. “Hunt.”

Hunt continued kissing her not letting her out of his arms. 

“But, how?” Alex whispered, turning her neck to the side to give him more room. 

“Apparently, Chris knows,” Hunt explained. “Did you tell him?”

“No. Never! You know I would never do anything to jeopardize us or your career,” Alex answered immediately.

“Good,” Hunt expressed, turning her to face him. “I had to be sure.”

Alex ran her fingers through his hair and raised her lips to his. Suddenly, all thoughts of the party vanished. It was like any other time they were together, the world around them ceased to exist. It was just the two of them. 

Hunt pulled the coupon from his pocket. “Now I believe this entitles me to one massage!”

“How did you get that,” Alex marveled.

“Chris gave it to me,” Hunt began. “And I checked the fine print, it says nothing about the coupon being non-transferrable, so I believe that makes me the recipient of the deal… though, I must admit your willingness to offer such a gift to Chris has me more than a little jealous.”

“If you think that’s a good gift,” Alex leaned closer to him, her teeth grazing his neck as she ended nibbling on his ear. “Just wait until you see what I have planned for you!”

Hunt’s face went flushed for a moment. Despite dating for some time now, he still was rattled with Alex’s forwardness. She was everything he never knew he wanted. 

“I look forward to that,” Hunt guided her lips to his. “For now, I’ll settle for the massage.”

“You’re just in luck,” Alex offered, leading him toward the bed. “It just so happens that the second owner of this coupon gets a choice of massage… my hands….” Alex ran her fingers over his shoulders massaging as she went. “Or…” She pressed her lips to his neck sucking and massaging his skin with her tongue. “Or, both!”

Hunt shivered under the touch of her lips as she began undressing him though her tongue never stopped massaging, sucking, and nibbling on every new inch of exposed skin.

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This is the first part of my Winters Wonderland Series: This takes prior to Christmas Eve, A Kiss, A Sleigh Ride… or Two, After Party ; and After Party II

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[choices-fam]

Old Ethan & MC Drafts

Hi everyone! So sorry I haven’t updated recently - life’s gotten a bit hectic since I started uni! Good news though! I got into my dream medical school! :D (I essentially got into a program which covers 7 years of both undergrad and med school plus internship!)

Before everything, though, I was able to write up a few drafts for Open Heart fics, but I haven’t finished them. I asked in a previous post if anyone would be up to see them, and people said “yes” (you’re all so sweet ; U ; )!

These drafts range from snippets and bits of dialogue, to headcanons and AUs!

I sincerely apologize that I haven’t completed them, but I hope they’re alright nonetheless!

Enjoy! :D

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Snippet: Ethan’s Birthday (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey had impeccable memory.

There was no point contesting it; he was one of the brightest minds in medical diagnostics, and a good memory was the unofficial prerequisite. He knew symptoms and diseases like the back of his hand, and could determine treatments and prescriptions at the drop of a hat. He was a genius in the medical field - no two ways about it - and his mind and memory were one of the finest in the industry.

And due to this fact, (Name) couldn't understand how the senior doctor managed to forget his own birthday.

She had been planning a surprise for nearly two weeks now. Doctor Banerji had accidentally let it slip one night when it was just the two of them, and she had been shocked to discover that the date was fast approaching. She hadn't heard of any plans to celebrate the attending physician's birthday, and when she expressed this concern to Naveen, the older man simply laughed it off.

Apparently, Ethan's date of birth was a well-kept secret between him and his mentor. The diagnostician wasn't in the habit of revealing the date to anyone, and whenever his colleagues asked, he only shrugged and said they had far more important matters to concern themselves with than the date of his birth.

"Ethan doesn't really care to celebrate it," Naveen explained. "It's nothing tragic - no painful memories attached to the day - he's just... indifferent to it. He doesn't like making a fuss over something he thinks is trivial, and he always says the time they'd spend celebrating-"

"-Could be used to save his patients instead," (Name) finished with an amused smile. It was an expression Naveen easily mirrored.

"I see you're beginning to understand how he thinks," the old doctor laughed. "If you want to do something for him, you have my full support."

With Doctor Banerji's blessing and his promise of cooperation, (Name) eagerly got to work.

Snippet: Ethan Tries to Cook for His Wife, MC (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey was a terrible cook.

It was a fact of life: the sky was blue, the earth was round, and Ethan Ramsey would burn his house down trying to boil water. 

There wasn't really much he could do about the matter. Between his busy schedule, lack of experience, and general inability to cook anything that wasn't gooey, lumpy, or a questionable mix of both, he never saw the importance of developing the trivial skill.

And besides, the meals his personal chef brought over were far more appealing than anything he could ever come up with.

Unfortunately for the good doctor, it was only on a very importantSunday morning that he realized the sheer depth of his ineptitude, and when he finally came to regret not trying to hone his culinary prowess.

In his defense, his heart was truly in the right place. He wanted to surprise his lovely wife, (Name), to celebrate a special occasion, and to start her day off with a homemade breakfast in bed. Unfortunately, he realized - rather belatedly - that acquiring said 'homemade breakfast in bed', involved him cooking the whole thing. Not an easy feat for someone with the cooking ability of a rock garden.

And so here he was - alone in his home's kitchen at five in the morning - staring almost dumbly at the groceries before him. The ingredients were taunting him - he could tell. Especially the bag of flour.

However, he wasn't a world-class doctor for nothing, and he certainlydidn't get his position by giving up. He was never one to back down from a challenge, and this was no different - his wife's happiness was at stake after all.

Shaking his head, Ethan ran over the plans again in his mind: he wanted to make a simple breakfast, and that included pancakes, scrambled eggs, and the sausage links he bought from the deli.

It seemed easy enough. It just involved a bit of mixing and frying, after all.

He took a deep, calming breath. He could do this. For his wife, he could do this.

Reading over the recipe he printed one final time, he cautiously brought out a mixing bowl, opened the bag of flour, and began his work.

To the attending physician's delight, making the pancake batter was far easier than he expected. He just had to select the right ingredients, measure them in the right proportions, and carefully follow the procedure. 

'Just like prepping samples for the centrifuge,' he thought with a healthy dose of self-satisfaction.

His confidence mounting, Ethan then plucked a whisk from the untesil rack, and began to mix the ingredients together. The process was almost fascinating to him - to see the wet and dry components come together, and to see them increasingly resemble actual pancake batter. 

He didn't think he would actually get this far, to be honest.

After another minute of vigorous mixing and whisking, Ethan finally deemed the consistency to be satisfactorily 'not-as-lumpy-as-before', and set the bowl aside for later.

'One down, two to go,' he thought, and allowed himself a satisfied smile.

He could definitely handle this.

(And those were famous last words.)

Dialogue: MC & Naveen

Context: Ethan and MC check-up on Naveen. Upset with their lack of progress, Ethan loses his temper and walks out of the room. Naveen and MC have a conversation, but unbeknown to them, Ethan is listening outside the door.

"Please forgive Ethan for his outburst, (Name). I’m certain he didn’t mean it.”

"It's all right. I understand.” (Name) turned to Naveen. "You know... Ethan cares about you a lot, Naveen - more than he can bring himself to admit. In his mind, he owes you everything - kind of like how Iowe so much to him. And if he were the one sick and no matter what I did I couldn't help him..." (Name) didn't even want to think about it. "Let's just say I can excuse a few outbursts from someone hurting that much."

"You've figured him out, haven't you?"

"I wouldn't say that. I'm not sure I know him all that well, to be honest."

"I think you'll find you understand him more than you know. You certainly understand him more than the majority of the people in this hospital."

"He has trouble, doesn't he? Letting people in?"

Naveen hummed sadly in agreement.

"He does. Some people, he pushes away without meaning to." Naveen's mind flashes to Ethan's outburst."...I certainly hope he hasn't pushed you away. I know his temper is a force to be reckoned with, but I promise, he is a kind and compa-"

(Name) laughs.

"You don't have to worry, Naveen. He can try to push me away all he likes, but I promised to stick with him through this, so I'm not budging."

A pause.  

"Take care of him for me?"

"You'll take care of him yourself, Naveen. You're going to get better."

"For an old man's peace of mind?"

"...All right then. I promise."

Dialogue: Naveen & Ethan

Context: Set after the dialogue above (MC & Naveen). Ethan walks back into the room after MC leaves, and he and Naveen talk about MC and what Ethan just heard.

"I don't deserve it."

"Hm. Maybe not. But she seems to believe that you do, and isn't that what matters most?"

"She's wrong, you know. She's a brilliant doctor in her own right, and I'm sure she'll do excellently under anyone's guidance. She doesn't need me - not really."

"Hm. And you don't need me."

As soon as the words left Naveen's mouth, Ethan glanced at him sharply - as if offended by the insinuation. A heartbeat later, however, the younger doctor finally seemed to register his knee-jerk reaction. Naveen was already smiling at him when Ethan mirrored the expression.

"Touche."

The two sobered.

"It's daunting, sometimes," Ethan admitted quietly. "I'm not always certain how to go about guiding her."

"I understand. You want to do right by her, don't you? I know the feeling well."

Ethan looked up at him and he smiled.

"My advice? Just be her mentor, Ethan. Believe in her. Encourage her. Be there when she needs you. Help her but don't coddle; let her discover things on her own. And everyday-"

Naveen placed a hand on Ethan's knee. His breath shook.

"- be proud of the amazing person your apprentice has become."

Naveen lauged, choked - and he looked at the younger man with the warmest eyes Ethan had ever seen. Ethan's breath caught in his throat, but Naveen just squeezed his knee tighter.

"Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with such a wonderful protege. Believe me, Ethan... It's something you will treasure forever."

"I..."

"I know, Ethan. And I'm certain Dr. (Surname) does too."

Ethan squeezed Naveen’s hand gratefully, before standing to walk out of the door. 

"She'll be as good as you one day."

Ethan clicked his tongue, frowning at his old mentor.

"No, she won't."

The sight of Ethan's small smile shocked Naveen, before the younger man continued,

"She'll be far, far better."

Dialogue: Tadpoles (Sequel to “Vulnerable”)

Context: Ethan tries to write a letter to Baby Ethan, and deals with the grief of losing Dolores.

“I wanted to write him something. For when he's older. I wanted to tell him about his mother, and the side of her that he never had the chance to see. Or at least I tried to until-" he gestured to the mess of a letter in front of him with a humorless laugh. "I've made a mess of myself, haven't I?"

He ran a shaking hand through his disheveled hair.

"...I don't know what to do right now."

(Name) smiled sadly.

"You breathe. Until you get there."

Headcanons: MedStudent!Ethan Coffee House AU

Ethan studies at a local coffee house where MC works.

Ethan knows MC’s name without her telling him.

"Oh, I haven't even told you my name! I'm-" "(Name)." "Oh." "It's... It's on your name tag."

MC practices his flashcards with him, but Ethan’s handwriting is horrible.

"Pneuma- pneumeth- pneu- Jeez, how do you even pronounce this thing? Actually, how can you even read this thing?" "It clearly says pneumothorax." "Right. Because everyone knows that word."

MC is the one Ethan talks to about his dreams.

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Back Home - Jacob Black

A/N: This is an A/U where there’s no mention of the vamps/ Bella, but I’m not outright denying their existence in this universe because this universe would collapse. The character is modeled after Bella in some ways and is original in others. Please send in requests, and commentary on my work,

DISCLAIMER: I am no longer accepting requests for any of the wolves! While I am glad to write any that have already come to my inbox I realized in writing that I simply do not know these characters well enough to feel good about my work or write complexities into the story. Sorry for any inconveniences!! Much love.

Word Count: 1978

Warnings: None

I rolled the last of my suitcases across the hardwood floor of my childhood bedroom into the closet where it would wait to be unpacked. “I think that’s the last of them,” my dad says. I have barely spoken since I arrived. I just can’t seem to find any words worth speaking. My dad knows why I’m here. At this point I feel like the whole town of Forks knows why I, a 22 year old former valedictorian, is moving back into her dad's house and working at the local diner. Everything seemed to be going fine. Better than fine actually, I had earned a coveted paid internship at the Boston Globe that I was set to start the month after my wedding to a promising young medical student. God, I should have known this was coming. That sentence sounds flat out ridiculous.

After graduation we entered the wedding prep whirlwind. Everything had been booked and ordered, but I had to deal with my soon-to-be mother-in-law. So I endured a month of her asking me if we wanted the bridesmaids hair to be curled or braided and teased, or if we should order last-minute gift bags. I endured a month of her silent judging, or not so silent when I wanted to have a glass of red wine after having my teeth whitened. All of that for him to leave me on our honeymoon. Ethan told me that I had changed while he was “too busy to notice,” and that I didn’t make him happy anymore. He said he wished he would have left me at the altar so we wouldn’t need to go through the headache of nullifying the marriage. A three year relationship thrown in the trash and a ring thrown in the ocean (that he billed me for.) So I got on the first flight to Boston from Athens and booked an Airbnb for the remaining weeks until I could move into the apartment I had planned to share with E. And then the unthinkable happened. My contracted position at the Globe was eliminated. I was offered a package, along with the dozens, maybe even hundreds, of employees that lost their jobs thanks to the digitization of journalism. I used most of the money from the package to do four things on the Thursday Evening I was “let go.” 1. I bought my plane ticket to Seattle, and booked a rental car I could take to forks 2. I backed out of my lease. 3. I wrote Ethan a check for the ring. 4. I sent the majority of our wedding presents back to the givers along with a note giving a blunt and apologetic explanation of how my life had fallen out of place.

Knowing all of this, my father gave me my space. He let me not talk the day I moved back in, he let me ignore my old friends, he let me leave my personal mail unopened on the kitchen counter - I didn’t want anyone’s condolences. After the fourth week of me interacting solely with him and my customers at the diner he slid a card for a therapist across the dinner table. Now, I recognize that therapy is very beneficial for a lot of people, and I couldn’t tell you why, but I absolutely did not want to go to therapy. So instead, we found a sort of compromise. I would start talking to people. I wouldn’t ignore the neighbors anymore when he goes over to chat with them, and I’d start going to church with him. But most importantly, I would start seeing one of my old friends - at least once a week. I protested and I tried to find loopholes, but each time he would remind me that I was living in his house rent-free while I worked to pay off my student loans, and I would have to shut up. So I finally started picking up the sympathy calls, or at least the calls, from one person in particular, Jacob Black. Jake, my high school boyfriend, the one that got away if you will. Or rather, the one who stayed behind. Jake and I have a long history. Our dads have been good friends for a long time. My father and I moved to Forks because my dad wanted to downsize our lives after my mother died. Billy and dad met in the very diner I work in now, and apparently Jake’s mom had died 2 years prior. Grief loves company or some shit like that. So we grew up making mud pies and stick forts on the beach. Around high school things got weird and by the end of the first semester of our freshman year we figured it would only hurt more to try and fight the feelings we had developed for each other. So there you have it. High school love.

Jake had been an absolutely perfect boyfriend. Sure, we fought, everyone fights, but we really had something special. Jake is just so light-hearted, and sincere, and physically… well, he’s pretty stunning. Getting through his transition was tough because he was so confused and angry. But we did! I thought if we could make it through that we could make it through anything. I was wrong. March of senior year I was accepted to the University of Washington’s journalism program, and Jake started talking to Billy about what taking a bigger role in the pack would look like. I didn’t want to stay in a small town, but Jake couldn’t leave, he had too deep of a connection. We talked about this after graduation. The decision wasn’t immediate. If anything, that week we made every effort to be closer to each other. Occasionally, after we had sex, or during whatever movie we were watching, one of us would catch the other staring off into space. No doubt contemplating the predicament at hand. It was a mutual ending, but it was still hard, it still hurt for a long time. I even saw a counselor at my college for a while just to try and figure out what I wanted. But we have remained good friends, he even stood at my wedding, so his calls have been the hardest to ignore. The next time he calls me, I answer, and it’s the most relief I’ve felt since I threw my ring into the sea.

We meet the next day at a little cafe. He looks happier than I remember. Jake greets me five minutes early and his beaming smile makes me feel secure. I wave at him right before being engulfed in one of his warm and comfy hugs. For those five seconds it’s like I’m back in high school. This is the least worried I’ve felt since those simpler days. No deadlines, or internship applications, no boyfriend to make me feel like I need to “be better” all the time. Just Jake and cold brew. He starts with small talk, knowingly avoiding the dreaded “how are you” and navigating more comfortable topics like the pleasantly sunny day we were enjoying in the rainy peninsula. He fills me in on the latest pack drama and I regurgitate the bits and pieces of local news I pick up at the diner. He’s making some joke about the Forks kids who have been sneaking onto the beach at the res and as I laugh I instinctively put my hand on his arm. It would be cheesy to call what he makes me feel “electricity”, but that small action definitely made my hair stand on end. Jake must feel the same way because we both blink at the point of contact for a moment before pretending to study the wall. The conversation lulls for a minute. When he starts to talk about the res again he moves his arm, but he doesn’t pull it away, instead he holds my hand.

The cafe closes three hours after we get there, so we grab drink refills and head to our favorite trail. Perfectly stationed between my house and the res. I sit down on a rock near the cliff and Jake comes to sit down by me. We sit there in silence for a while, enjoying the waves. Jake looks over at me now and I can already tell what he’s about to say. He opens his mouth and then thinks better of it. Instead he says “Is it… okay?” “Actually,” I reply, “I think you’re the only person who’s allowed to talk to me about it right now.” “Oh, okay” he gulps and lets it sit for a second. “Y/N I can honestly tell you that I didn’t see it coming. If I did I would have told you I wouldn’t have let you… I wouldn’t have let him!...” Jake is clearly flustered at this point. “I wouldn’t have let it get that far if I thought it would hurt you.” It’s hard to know how to respond to him when he gets like this, equally caring and alpha male, so I think carefully before speaking. “Jake you won’t always be able to tell what’s going to hurt me… no one can. People get hurt in life sometimes there’s nothing you can do about that.” Wrong answer. Jake’s brow furrows. “But I should have been able to protect you! It’s different.” I shake my head. “Jake you can’t be perfect all the time… I know you’re different, and that's special! But… that doesn’t mean that bad things will never happen. A bad thing happened to me, Jake. A lot of them actually. But… now I’m back home. I might not have my job but I have my degree, I’ve got no apartment but I’m not paying rent, and I don’t have a lying husband… but I have a true friend.” There’s a good half-minute of breathy silence “Wow,” Jake finally breaks it, “not a dry eye on the rock.” I smile “Haha Jake.” He turns my chin towards him so we’re making eye contact again “I know you missed my dry humor.” he says with a grin. And then we’re kissing. I don’t know who kissed who or how this started. But he’s kissing me and I’m kissing him. I don’t know how much time passes with my arms around his neck and for the first time since I left Forks, I don’t care that I don’t have the answers to everything anymore. Eventually, he draws away, but not too far away, and asks “friend?” I grin at him and answer “maybe not”

We spend the night talking and curled up in his bed, the same big wooly comforter as when I left. We talk and we talk and we kiss again and eventually, we do more than kiss. If I was talking to one of my friends I would seriously chastise her for sleeping with her high school ex-boyfriend the first night she sees him again  but with Jake, it’s just so different. He isn’t my high school it’s just him and me and everything is exactly like it’s supposed to be. It’s almost six in the morning. His face is lit by the rising sun and I’m laying on his chest. “Jacob” I state. “What” he cocks his eyebrow and wraps his arms tighter around me. “I think I’ve fallen back in love with you.”

Ahh!

So I started writing this in August and obviously college and life hit and I didn’t really forget about it but I just never felt like I had time or motivation to finish it. Then Rona. I hope you all are safe and able to take care of yourself. I’ll fix grammatical stuff as I catch it but please continue to requests and double requests because I will get them done eventually even if I disappear.

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[theycallmemoosey]

This is Weird

Stiles x Reader 

A/N: Disclaimer! I am not a furry! While writing this, I was so stressed out that I sounded like a complete furry. I’m not. I just felt like it was a cute idea. I have also risen from the dead. I wrote this because a) I wanted to write for another fandom I really love and b) wanted to write something of my own if that makes sense? Sorry that I have been kinda radio silent, but things have been quite hard recently. I’m currently in the middle of writing a few more, so keep an eye on my profile and the usual tags! Hope you guys enjoy this one! Moose :)

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“Hey pretty lady, you got any plans tonight?” 

“Yes, Stiles” you chuckled, slamming your locker door shut to come face to face with Stiles who was stood behind the open door, “Funnily enough I’m heading to your house for dinner tonight” 

“Ohhhh yeah” he smiled slyly, leaning down to kiss you quickly, “Any thoughts on what you want?” 

“What do you want?” Scott asked, making you jump as he appeared behind you. 

“Jesus Christ, McCall!”

“You should have heard me coming” 

“There are a lot of heartbeats pounding right now, Scott. What makes you think I would hear yours too?”

“You’re twins” Stiles butted in, “Shouldn’t you two have a stronger connection or something? Like Ethan and Aiden?” 

“Not always true” you replied, looking at said twins who were over on the other side of the hallway before your eyes locked on the clock on the wall above them, “Oh shit, I have to get to training”

“Wait, you didn’t tell me what you want to get for dinner tonight” 

“Chinese” you blurted, worried about missing training and being shouted at by the coach, “I’ll see you later?” 

“Yeah, meet me by Roscoe” he smiled, kissing you as you rushed off. 

“Dude…did you have to?” Scott asked, sounding disgusted as he walked past Stiles to head towards the locker room. 

“She’s my girlfriend” 

“She’s my sister!” Scott fired back, pushing the door open and flinging his gym bag onto the nearest bench, “What are your plans tonight with Y/N anyway?” 

“Dinner and Star Wars which I still can’t believe you haven’t watched, by the way” 

“Creatures in space, big deal” Scott shrugged, “Because we don’t deal with enough weird shit in real life” 

“McCall! Stilinski!” Coach Finstock called out from his office, “You’ll be training the freshmans” 

“What?! Why?!” Stiles cried back, gaining the attention from the rest of the locker room.

“Just do it” Coach shook his head, mumbling ‘Idiots’ under his breath as he walked back into his office.

Scott pulled the whining Stiles out onto the field, grinning at his best friend’s constant grumbling about how unfortunate he was and how nothing ever worked out for him. 

“Seriously, Scott. I can’t catch a break. First, you’re bitten and turned into a wolf, then my girlfriend is bitten, Lydia turns out to be a banshee, we’ve had multiple supernatural things trying to kill us and now I’m stuck training goddamn freshmans!”

“It's only for a couple of hours, Stiles” Scott huffed, lugging the bag of lacrosse balls over his shoulder as he headed towards the pitch.

“Freshmans, Scott! Freshmans!”

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“There she is!” Stiles announced, grinning as he watched you hopped down the steps of the school. 

“Hey, you” you smiled, kissing him quickly before handing him your gym bag to put in the backseat. 

“How was training? That bitch Kathleen bother you again?” 

“When doesn’t she?” You scoffed, jumping into the front seat as you waited for Stiles to get in next to you, “How was lacrosse?” 

“Don’t get me started. I swear Coach has it in for me this year. He put me and Scott in with the freshmans today. Freshmans, Y/N! Freshmans!” 

“Oh my god” you cried out, laughing slightly, “Poor baby” 

“Tell me about it” he sighed, pulling out of the school campus, “Today has just been shit. Ms Matheson gave me a D in English and that asshat Joel decided that flicking gum into my hair was more fun than Physics. Not only that but-“ 

“Scott’s calling me” you interrupted, answering the call from your brother, “What?”

“Are you two ok?” 

“Yeah, fine. Why? Everything ok with you?” 

“Ummm…just get home as soon as possible. Pack meeting” 

“Scott!” You called as he hung up the phone, groaning before looking at Stiles sympathetically, “We have to go to mine” 

“But I want Chinese!” 

“Stiles, I’m just as annoyed as you are but you know that when Scott calls a meeting, everyone has to be there”

Stiles looked over at you and frowned, but after seeing the look in your eyes he sighed and turned the steering wheel in a U-Turn to head towards your house. 

When you arrived, you jumped out Roscoe and ran up the stairs, Stiles close behind you. 

“Scott?” 

“In the kitchen!” you heard Scott call out, taking off your shoes and flinging them in any random direction.

“Why did you call off my night with Stiles? And where the hell is everyone?!” You asked angrily, noticing Scott standing alone in the kitchen.

“Look, I’m sorry but I really think that something is wrong” he stated, his eyes flicking sympathetically between you and Stiles. 

“No one else was available? The one night I had with Stiles in weeks?!”

“Y/N…” Stiles warned, not wanting an argument to break out.

“Why couldn’t you ask Lydia?” 

“Date night with Aiden” 

“Fine. Issac?” 

“With Lydia and Aiden” 

“Allison?” 

“With everyone else!” 

You sighed, groaning internally, “It was my date night with Stiles tonight, you idiot”

“I’m sorry, but I know I can count on you two. My best friend and my sister…you’re the only ones I can truly count on to be by my side when I have a feeling that something is wrong” 

Stiles placed his hand on your waist and squeezed lightly, taking a step closer towards you until his chest was against your back, “What do you want us to do?” 

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“I’m telling you, it was right there!” Scott insisted, pointing at the floor on the top of the mountain overlooking the town. 

“It might have been, but it’s not there now” you groaned, regretting not bringing your jacket along with you. 

“I swear, I was walking in the woods and I looked over towards the cliff edge, and I swear I saw red eyes stare right back at me. It was like it was expecting me to be there” 

“What were you doing walking in the woods alone?” You questioned, although you weren’t surprised when you were ignored.

“Scott, are you sure it wasn’t just a fox or…or a rabbit or something?” Stiles suggested, feeling just as annoyed with Scott as you were.

“With red eyes? Sure.” He scoffed, kicking a rock off of the cliff.

“Scott, please. I just want to go home and have some dinner. I don’t want to be here, on the top of a fucking cliff in the fucking freezing cold looking out for a fox!” You shouted, gasping loudly when you heard a growl behind you, Stiles standing in front of you as the three of you turned towards the sound.

“Believe me now?” 

“Shut up you loser” you whispered, your ears listening intently for any sound of movements. Turning around, you saw your brother’s eyes glow red, the hairs on his chin and hands grow slowly as he also observed his surroundings. 

“Stiles, get back to the jeep” you whispered, pushing his arm in the direction of Roscoe.

“It’s date night” he replied monotonously. 

“Not funny” you breathed out, jumping at the louder growl from behind you. You growled and sprinted off into the trees, hearing your name being called from behind you. 

Scott and Stiles panted, scared for you and for themselves, although they dared not move as they could hear the growling get closer and closer to them. Growling and breathing heavily, the two boys looked towards the trees, preparing themselves for anything to jump out and attack them. 

“Ready?” Scott asked, Stiles nodding furiously next to him. 

Slowly, the creature began to emerge from the woods, snarling and barking at them. The two of them took a deep breath and pounced towards the animal, stopping in their tracks when a coyote took a step into the moonlight. 

“A fucking coyote?” Stiles asked, relieved that it wasn’t a dangerous, supernatural being. With a simple flash of Scott’s red eyes, the coyote whimpered and took off back into the trees. 

Scott sighed, his teeth and claws reverting back to his normal human self, “I’m sorry, I was convinced it was something more…more…”

“More dangerous than a wild dog?”

“We need to look for Y/N. She’s probably hasn’t shifted back yet, so be careful” Scott instructed, starting to head off before Stiles pulled his wrist back, turning him around to reveal a dark grey wolf approach them slowly, it’s piercing blue eyes staring at them in fear. 

“Y/N?” Scott asked, breathless at the sight of his twin sister fully shifted into a beautiful wolf, with the softest grey fur with pitch black streaks delicately placed in sporadic spots. There was a single white stripe along your nose and small patches of white on your paws. 

“Woah, Y/N…how did you do that?” Stiles admired, bending down to your eye level.

“She can’t answer you, you dimwit” Scott reminded him, smacking his head at his sheer stupidity.

You whined, nuzzling your nose into Stiles’ palms as he stroked your fur gently. 

“Can you shift back, Y/N?” Scott asked, pacing behind Stiles.

“If I could shift back, I wouldn’t be here like this right now” you thought, trying to signal to the boys. 

Scott picked up on this and sighed, “Once for yes, two for no. Bark” 

You barked twice, sitting down on the cold dirt, trying to scowl at the boys but failing as you were a wolf.

“No wonder, you never even fully shifted before. How did this happen?!” 

“You’re asking a dog and her boyfriend, you really expect either of us to know? That’s a sentence I never thought I would say. My girlfriend is a dog…” Stiles trailed off, becoming weirded out by the thought.

Scott sighed, but started to walk towards his bike, “Stiles, would you mind taking Y/N home? I’m going to talk to Deaton, see if he knows what the hell is happening to her” 

“Sure” Stiles replied, keeping an eye on you plodding along behind him before you suddenly started running off, “Y/N?!” 

“She’s probably just getting her clothes…she really liked the ones she was wearing” 

“Yeah well…it was date night” Stiles sighed, relief washing over him when you returned safely and started to walk beside him again, a bundle of clothes in your mouth, “You should probably let your mum know too, Scott. I’m going to take Y/N back to mine and let my dad know about the coyote” 

“Fine. I’ll see you later” Scott replied quickly, revving the engine and taking off. 

Stiles opened the door to Roscoe and took the clothes from your mouth, “You ok jumping in or do you need help?” 

You looked at Stiles for a minute, cursing him in your mind as you easily hopped up into the front seat, curling into a ball on the cold leather whilst snuggling into Stiles’ discarded jacket. 

“Well, that answered that question then” he grunted, slamming the door and hopping in the other side. 

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“Hey, Stiles” Noah greeted his son as he watched the TV, “What happened to your date night with Y/N?”

“Scott called us. Thought he saw something on the mountain, but turns out it was just a coyote” he sighed, tossing the keys to Roscoe in the bowl by the front door, Noah looking back towards him.

“Where’s Y/N?” 

“About that…” Stiles began, looking down towards you as you padded into the front room, looking at Noah with sad eyes.

“Holy shit!” Noah sprung up, backing away from you, “What the hell are you thinking, Stiles?! Bringing a wild animal into the house? Have you finally gone insane?!” 

“Dad! Dad!” Stiles rushed to stand in front of you, “Not a wild animal”

“Then…then….what?”

“Who, Dad…who”

Noah gasped in disbelief, pointing down towards you, “Y/N?” 

You poked your nose around from the back of Stiles’ leg, Noah still staring at you with his mouth wide open.

“You’re…you’re…how?” 

“We don’t know. Scott went to talk to Deaton about it”

Noah bent down to your level, still trying to process the fact that you had turned into an animal.  You began to whine, half scared to death, and so Noah opened his arms to embrace you. You jumped up, placing your front two paws on his shoulders and nuzzling your nose into his shoulder, feeling his hands stroke your fur gently.

“Is there any way to shift her back?” He asked Stiles, still comforting your whining form.

“The only way we know is for Y/N to do it herself, but she can’t”

You jumped off of Noah and walked out of the front room, rushing towards the bathroom. Stiles followed you protectively and sighed sympathetically when he saw you whine as you approached the toilet. You turned your head and looked back towards Stiles, letting out a long breath. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not helping you go to the toilet. Do you think you can…do it like…like the rest of the wolves in the world do?”

You sighed again, “I am going to kill someone”

You padded back downstairs, Stiles right behind you, passing Noah who was still stood where he was when he first saw you. You began pawing at the back door, indicating to Stiles that you really needed to go. 

“Stiles I swear to god, I haven’t pissed today and the only time I get to do so is when I happen to be a fucking dog. The least you could do is hurry the fuck up” 

“Alright, alright Y/N. Stop scratching the door for christ sake”

Stiles opened the door and watched as you hurried outside, running behind the large tree in the Stilinski back garden. Noah sighed, scaring Stiles slightly. 

“She’s a goddamn dog, Stiles” 

“No way” 

“What if she can’t shift her back? Like…ever?” 

“She will” Stiles stated, trying to convince himself more than his father, “There’s always a way” 

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You jumped up on the sofa, curling into a small ball and laying your head on Stiles’ lap while watching the football game on TV. 

“Hey, princess” Stiles stroked your back, running his fingers through your fur. You snuggled into him further, looking up at him with sad eyes, “How shit do you feel right now” 

“I can’t answer you, Stiles. Think you stupid boy”

“You can’t answer me” he shook his head, still running his fingers through your fur. You lifted your head and looked around the room, trying to silently ask where Noah had gone.

“Where’s my dad?” 

You nodded your head, laying back down onto Stiles’ lap.

“Went to the vets, wanted to help Scott and Deaton. He said he would call me if they found anything”

You sighed loudly, before jumping down off the sofa and padding over towards the table where Stiles’ phone was, grabbing it in your mouth and flinging it on his lap. 

“What?” He asked, gesturing to the phone now shoved down the cushions of the sofa.

“Why else would I bring you your phone? Call them now” you thought to yourself, pushing the phone with your nose closer to Stiles. 

“Want me to call them now?” 

“YES!” You tried to shout, but instead, you began to whine angrily.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?!” 

You continued to whine, almost to a complete howl as you got so angry and frustrated at the fact that you couldn’t talk to anyone. Stiles caught on to your frustration and picked you up, much to your surprise, and hugged you tightly. You stopped whining and began to relax, slowly laying down on top of him.

“Feel better now?” He asked finally when he felt your breathing slow down. You licked his hand and grabbed the phone again, holding it above his palm.

“Fine, ok. I’ll call them. But listen, sweetheart, don’t get your hopes up yet, ok?” He sighed, placing the phone to his ear as he called Scott, “Hey, found anything yet?…..seriously?……she’s…well she’s not coping very well” 

You growled slightly, causing Stiles to chuckle slightly. 

“Just find a way and fast, she’s clearly getting cross with the fact that she’s, well I don’t know, a wolf……yeah, fine….ok we’ll see you later” 

Sighing, Stiles threw his phone onto the sofa and looked back at you, “Sorry” 

You huffed and placed your head on the armrest of the sofa, looking back towards the football game.

“It’s getting late…Scott said they’re going to be there overnight. Dad said that he’s going to stay so we need to lock up. Want to go to bed?”

You quickly jumped off the sofa and padded towards the stairs, making Stiles giggle as he turned off all the lights downstairs. He stood at the foot of the stairs with you, noticing you hadn’t moved in a few minutes.

“You ok?” 

You placed one paw on the first step and tried to begin to climb, but immediately you slipped and lost your footing, falling back to the floor with a big huff. You tried again but failed once more. After the third try, you looked up toward Stiles who had a big grin on his face and growled lowly.

“Hey big guy, please do something other than watching your girlfriend fall to the floor continually as she tries to climb a bloody flight of stairs”

“Want some help?” He asked patronisingly, wrapping his hands around you and lifting you up into his grasp, climbing the stairs as you licked his neck, making him squirm and laugh. 

“Cut that out, unless you want to fall down the entire flight of stairs again”

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You sat on the end of Stiles’ bed, watching him sleepily as he changed into a loose jersey and pyjama bottoms.

“Still nothing from Scott. Sometimes hearing back from you McCalls is a challenge in itself”

You smiled and wagged your tail, making Stiles laugh.

“I’m just going to go and brush my teeth, you get comfortable and I’ll be back in a second. We can continue date night?” 

You stopped wagging your tail. 

“Yeah, I regret saying that too” he deadpanned, coughing slightly, “Star Wars?” 

“Not Star Wars again…anything but Star Wars”

“One for yes, two for no” he asked, frowning slightly after you barked twice, “Well, um…why don’t you pick out a DVD on the shelf and I’ll be right out”

As Stiles walked off, you huffed and plopped down onto the bed, closing your eyes. Being a wolf was hard work.

“Honey?” Stiles asked quietly, cautious that you had fallen asleep, “Y/N? You didn’t pick a film” 

You groaned and curled further into a ball, making Stiles laugh and get into bed, grabbing his laptop on the way. He spent 20 minutes searching all the lore and mythology he could find on the internet, his eyes occasionally flickering to you. 

“Y/N?”  He asked, watching you lift your head towards him, “You don’t have to sleep at my feet like my pet dog. As weird as it feels right now, you’re still my girlfriend” 

He lifted his duvet up to reveal the empty space in his double bed where you usually sleep. You stood up and stretched, wagging your tail before lying down next to him, placing your head on his chest. 

“Much better” Stiles said, kissing your wet nose and stroking the fur on your back. He stopped momentarily and looked at you, your eyes opening and meeting his.

“This is so weird. I can’t believe I’m in love with a goddamn animal” he chuckled at your frown, “But, I still love you. So much” 

You stretched your neck up towards him and licked his cheek, “I love you too”

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The sunlight shone through the curtains the next morning and Stiles continued stroking your back, just the way he had done when the two of you fell asleep. He stirred and opened his eyes slowly, smiling as he looked down at your beautiful Y/C/H hair. 

“Hair?”

His eyes snapped open fully, sitting up just enough so as not to jolt you too much as you slept peacefully. He looked over your soft skin, his hand tracing down your arms. He shifted slightly, tensing when he felt you fully exposed. 

“Y/N?” He whispered, shaking your arm slightly. 

“Five more minutes” you mumbled before sighing and snuggling further into his grip.

“I heard that” he smiled, starting to giggle when he saw your beautiful eyes snap open, just how his had moments ago. You moved your head upwards to look towards Stiles, his smile bigger than ever. He leant down and kissed you gently, cupping your face to pull you closer to him.

“I have been waiting so long to do that” he whispered as he pulled away.

“I was a wolf for a night” 

“Yeah, our date night”

“Well,” you smiled, leaning back up to kiss him again, “I guess we better make up for it tonight” 

“Oh yeah, Chinese and Star Wars” 

“Oh god, anything but Star Wars, please!” You laughed, “We should call Scott, let him know I’m human again”

“I’ll do it in a few minutes” he leant down, kissing you again while you wrapped your arm around his torso and pulled him closer. When you pulled away, you only then realised that you were fully naked, “Can I…?” 

“Oh! Yeah sure” he laughed, pulling his t-shirt off to give to you. Just as he pulled it over his head, Noah burst into the room, making the three of you scream, all for different reasons. You pulled the duvet up to cover you completely, Stiles stuttering next to you to try and form some sort of explanation.

Noah coughed and looked anywhere other than at the two of you. 

“Please tell me you used protection”

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Free 🆓🆓 Churro Monologue

So I stopped at a Jack in the Box 🍱🍱🍱 on 🔛🔛 the way ↕️ here 👈👈, and the girl 👶👶👶 behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome 👍 day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No 😣. “Are you having an awesome 👍 day?” Which is 🈶 pretty... shitty, because it puts the onus on 🔛🔛 me to disagree with her, like 😄😄 if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one 1️⃣1️⃣. Usually when ⏰ people 👫👫 ask how 🤔 I’m doing, the real answer ✅ is 🈶, I’m doing shitty, but I can’t say 🗣🗣🗣 I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have 🈶🈶 a good 👌👍🏾 reason to be doing shitty. So if I say 🗣🗣🗣, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say 🗣, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have 🈶🈶🈶 to be like 😄😄, “I don’t know 🤔, all of it?” So instead, when ⏰ people 👫👫 ask how 🤔 I’m doing, I usually say 🗣🗣, “I am doing so great 🇬🇧🇬🇧.” But when ⏰ this ⬆ girl 👶👶 at the Jack in the Box 🍱🍱 asked me if I was having an awesome 👍 day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have 🈶 a good 👌👍🏾 reason, so I said to her, “Well, My Möm died,” and she immediately burst into tears 😂😂😂. So now I have 🈶 to comfort her, which is 🈶 annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line 〰️〰️〰️ of people 👫👫 forming behind me who 💁 are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Jack in the Box 🍱🍱 girl 👶👶 cry 😂😂. And she’s bawling, and saying, “I’m sorry 💔, I’m so sorry 💔💔,” and I’m like 😄, “It’s fine, it’s fine” I mean 😏, it’s not fine but, you know 🤔, it’s... fine. And I would like 😄😄 to order 📑 a Double Jack Meal 🍽, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less ➖➖ with the crying 😂 and more ➕ with the frying, huh 😕? [inhales] And the girl 👶 apologizes again and she offers me a free 🆓 churro with my meal 🍽🍽. As I’m leaving, I think 🤔🤔, “I just got a free 🆓🆓 churro because my mom 👪 died.” No 😣😣😣 one 1️⃣1️⃣ ever tells you that when ⏰ your 👉 mom 👪👪 dies, you get 🉐🉐🉐 a free 🆓🆓 churro. [Clears Throat] Anyway, I’m sorry 💔💔, that’s not part of the... [Clears throat] All right 👉. Okay 👌, here 👈👈 we go. Let’s do this ⬆. Here 👈👈 I am BoJack Horseman doing an eulogy, let’s go. Beatrice Horseman, who 💁 was she? What 😅 was her deal? Well, she was a horse 🐴, Uh, she was born 🐣🐣🐣 in 1938. She died in 2018. One 1️⃣1️⃣1️⃣ time ⌚, she went to a parade, and one 1️⃣1️⃣1️⃣ time ⌚, she smoked a cigarette 🚬 in one 1️⃣1️⃣ long inhale. I watched her do it. Truly remarkable woman 👧. Lived a full 🈵🈵 life 💓, that lady 👩. Just, all the way ↕️ to the end 🔚🔚🔚, which is 🈶, uh, now, I guess. Really makes you think 🤔🤔 though, huh 😕? Life 💓, right 👉👉? Goes by, stuff happens. Then you die ⚰⚰. Okay 👌. Well, that’s my time ⌚⌚, you’ve been great 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧! Tip your 👉 waitress! No 😣😣😣, I’m just kidding around, there’s no 😣😣 waitress. But seriously, that’s all I have 🈶🈶 to say 🗣 about my mother 👪👪👪. No 😣😣😣 point 🈯 beating a dead 💀 horse 🐴🐴, right 👉? So... now what 😅? I don’t know 🤔, Mom 👪👪, you got any ideas? Anything? Mom 👪? No 😣😣? Nothing 🈚 to contribute? Knock once if you’re proud 😤😤 of me. Can I just say 🗣 how 🤔 amazing it is 🈶 to be in a room with my mother 👪👪👪, and I can just talk 🗣🗣 and talk 🗣🗣 without her telling 🗣 me to shut up ☝☝☝ and make her a drink 🍹? Hey 👋, Mom 👪👪. Knock once if you think 🤔 I should shut up ☝☝☝. No 😣😣😣? You sure? I mean 😏😏, I don’t want 😋 to embarrass you, by making this ⬆ eulogy into a me-olgy, so, seriously if you want 😋 me to sit 💺💺💺 down ⬇⬇ and let someone else talk 🗣, just knock once. I will not be offended. No 😣😣😣? Your 👉 funeral ⚰⚰. Sorry 💔💔 about the closed casket ⚰, by the way ↕️↕️. She wanted ⚠ an open 👐👐👐 casket ⚰⚰,but, you know 🤔, she’s dead 💀 now, so who 💁 cares about what 😅 she wanted ⚠. No 😣😣😣, that sounds bad 📉. I’m sorry 💔. I think 🤔 that if she could’ve seen what 😅 she looked like 😄😄 dead 💀, she’d agree 👍👍👍 it’s better this ⬆ way ↕️↕️↕️. She kinda looked like 😄😄 a pissed off dinosaur 🦖. The coroner couldn’t get 🉐🉐🉐 her eyes 🤩 closed. So, now her face 😀😀😀 is 🈶 frozen ⛄⛄ in a mass of tremendous horror and anguish. Or as my mother 👪 called it, Tuesday! Tuesday! My mom 👪👪 called it Tuesday. Hey 👋, Mom 👪, what 😅 did you think 🤔 of that joke? You like 😄😄 that? You never ❌ did care for my comedy. Here’s a story. When ⏰ I was a teenager 👦👦, I preformed a comedy routine for my high 🆙🆙 school 🎓 talent show 📺📺📺. There was this ⬆ cool 😎😎 jacket 🧥 that I wanted ⚠ to wear because I thought it would make me look 👁 like 😄😄😄 Albert Brooks. For months, I saved up ☝ for this ⬆ jacket 🧥, but when ⏰ I finally had enough, I went to the store and it was gone. They had just sold it to someone else. So, I went home 👪👪 and told my mother 👪👪👪. She said, “Let that be a lesson. That’s the good 👌👍🏾 that comes from wanting 😋 things.” She was really good 👌👍🏾 at dispensing life 💓 lessons that always 🕔 seemed to circle 🉐🉐🉐 back ⬅️ to everything being my fault. But then, on 🔛🔛 the day of the talent show 📺, my mother 👪👪 had a surprise 🤨🤨 for me. She bought me the jacket 🧥. Even though she didn’t know 🤔 how 🤔 to say 🗣🗣 it, I knew 🤔 this ⬆ meant she loved me. Now, that’s a good 👌👍🏾 story about my mother 👪👪👪. It’s not true, but it’s a good 👌👍🏾 story, right 👉👉👉? I stole it from an episode of Maude I saw when ⏰ I was a kid 👦, where 🤷 she would talk 🗣🗣 about her father 👨👨👨. I remember when ⏰ I saw it, thinking 🤔 that’s the kind of story I want 😋 to tell 🗣 about my parents 👪 when ⏰ they die ⚰⚰. But I don’t have 🈶 any stories like 😄 that. All I know 🤔 about being good 👌👍🏾 I learned from TV 📺📺. And In TV 📺📺, flawed characters 🔣🔣 are constantly showing people 👫 they care with these surprising grand gestures. And I think 🤔🤔 that part of me still believes that’s what 😅 love 😍😍 is 🈶. But in real life 💓, the big gesture 🤲🤲 isn’t enough. You need to be consistent, you need to be dependently good 👌👍🏾. You can’t just screw everything up ☝☝☝ and then take a boat ⛴ out 🏎🏍 in the ocean 🦑🦑🦑 to save 💾💾💾 your 👉 best 🏆 friend 🐶🐶🐶, or solve a mystery, and fly 🐦🐦🐦 to Kansas. You need to do it everyday, which is 🈶 so... hard. When ⏰ you’re a kid 👦, you convince yourself that maybe the grand gesture 🤲🤲🤲 could be enough. That even though your 👉 parents 👪👪 aren’t what 😅 you need them to be, over and over, and over again, at any moment, they might surprise 🤨🤨 you, with something... Wonderful. I kept waiting for that, the proof, that even though my mother 👪👪👪 was a hard woman 👧👧👧, deep down ⬇⬇, she loved me and cared about me and wanted ⚠ me to know 🤔 that i made her life 💓 a little bit brighter. Even now, I find 🔍🔍🔍 myself waiting. Hey 👋 Mom 👪, knock once if you love 😍 me and care about me, and want 😋 me to know 🤔 I made your 👉 life 💓 a little bit brighter. My mother 👪👪 did not go gentle into that good 👌👍🏾 night 😴😴. She went clawing and fighting 🥊🥊🥊 and thrashing, hence the face 😀😀😀. If you’d seen her, I swear to god the only thing you’d be thinking 🤔🤔 about right 👉👉👉 now is 🈶 that I am nailing this ⬆ impression. I was in the hospital 🚑🚑🚑 with her through those last moments, and they were truly horrific, full 🈵🈵 of nonsensical screams and cries, but there was this ⬆ moment, this ⬆ one 1️⃣ instant of strange calm, where 🤷 she looked into my direction ☝☝☝ and said, “I see 👁 you.” That was the last thing she said to me. “I see 👁 you.” Not a statement of judgement or disappointment, just acceptance and the simple recognition of another person 👤👤👤 in a room. “Hello, there. You are a person 👤👤. And I see 👁👁👁 you.” Let me tell 🗣 you, it’s a weird 😕 thing to feel at 54 years old 👴👴👴, that for the first 🥇🥇 time ⌚ in your 👉 life 💓 your 👉 mother 👪👪👪 sees you. It’s an odd realization that it’s the thing you’ve been missing, the only thing that you wanted ⚠ all along, to be seen. And it doesn’t feel like 😄 relief 😅, to finally be seen. It feels mean 😏, like 😄, “Oh, it turns out 🏎🏍 that you knew 🤔 what 😅 I wanted ⚠, and you waited until the very last moment to give it to me.” I was prepared for more ➕➕➕ cruelty. I was sure that she would get 🉐🉐 in one 1️⃣ final zinger, about how 🤔 I let her down ⬇⬇, and about how 🤔 I was fat and stupid, and too tall to be an effective Lindy-hopper. How 🤔 I was needy and a burden and an embarrassment. All that I was ready for. I was not ready for “I see 👁👁👁 you.” Only my mother 👪👪👪 would be lousy enough to swipe me with a moment of connection 📶📶📶 on 🔛🔛 her way ↕️↕️ out 🏎🏍. But maybe I’m giving her too much credit. Maybe it wasn’t about connection 📶📶. Maybe it was a.. Maybe it was a “I see 👁 you,” like 😄😄😄, “I see 👁 you.” Like 😄, “You May have 🈶🈶 the rest 😪😪😪 of the world 🌎🌎 fooled, but I know 🤔 exactly who 💁 you are.” That’s more ➕➕ my moms speed 🚅. Or maybe she just literally meant “I see 👁👁 you. You are an object that has entered my field of vision.” She was pretty out 🏎🏍 of it at the end 🔚🔚, so maybe it’s dumb to try to attribute it to anything. Back ⬅️ in the 90’s I was in a very famous TV 📺 show 📺 called “Horsin’ Around. Please 🙏🙏🙏 hold your 👉 applause 👏👏👏. And I remember one 1️⃣1️⃣ time ⌚⌚, a fan asked me, “Hey, um, you know 🤔 that episode where 🤷 the horse 🐴🐴 had to give Ethan a pep talk 🗣, after Ethan finds out 🏎🏍 his crush 😊😊 only asked him to the dance 💃 because her friends were only having a dorkiest date 👫 contest 🏆🏆🏆? In all the shots of the horse 🐴🐴🐴, you can see 👁 a paper 🖨🖨🖨 coffee ☕ cup on 🔛 the kitchen 🍯🍯 counter, but in the shots of Ethan, the coffee ☕☕ cup’s missing. Was that because the show 📺 was making a statement, about the fluctuant subjectivity of memory and how 🤔 even two ✌✌✌ people 👫👫 can experience 💯 the same moment in entirely different ways?” And I didn’t have 🈶 the heart 😍😍 to be like 😄😄, “No, man 👦👦👦, some crew guy 👦👦👦 just left 👈👈👈 their coffee ☕ cup in the shot 🥃🥃.” So, instead, I was like 😄😄... “Yeah.” And maybe this ⬆ is 🈶 like 😄😄 the coffee ☕☕ cup. Maybe, we’re dumb to try to pin significance onto every little thing. Maybe, when ⏰ someone says, “I see 👁 you,” it just means, “I see 👁👁👁 you.” Then again, it’s possible she wasn’t even taking to me. Because, if I’m honest, she wasn’t even talking to me, she was looking past me. There was nobody else in the room. So I think 🤔🤔 she was talking to me, but, honestly, she was so far gone at that point 🈯🈯, who 💁 knows 🤔 what 😅 she was seeing. Who 💁 were you talking to, Mom 👪👪? Not saying, huh 😕😕? Staying mum? No 😣 rimshot there? God, whatever I’m paying you, it’s too much. Maybe, she saw my dad 👨. My dad 👨 died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When ⏰ your 👉 father 👨👨👨 dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like 😄😄😄, “Wait, did you say 🗣🗣🗣 he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad 👨 spent 😵😵😵 his entire life 💓 writing 🖊 this ⬆ book 📖, but he couldn’t get 🉐🉐 any stores to carry it, or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess one 1️⃣ newspaper 📰📰📰 thought he was hilarious, because they wrote a review and tore him to shreds. So, my father 👨, ever the Proud 😤😤 Mary, decided he would not stand for this ⬆ besmirch ment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what 😅 it meant to be a man 👦, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn 🌇🌇🌇. He wrote the paper 🖨🖨, this ⬆ letter ✉️✉️, saying anyone who 💁 didn’t like 😄 his book 📖📖📖, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world 🌎. He’d even pay 💸 for airfare to San 🇸🇲 Francisco and a night 😴 in a hotel 🏨. Well, eventually this ⬆ found it’s way ↕️↕️ to some kook in Montana, who 💁 was as batshit as he was and took him up ☝ on 🔛🔛🔛 the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot 💫. But in the middle 🖕🖕🖕 of the ten paces, Dad 👨 turned to ask the guy 👦 if he’d actually read 🛋🛋 the book 📖 and what 😅 he thought, but, not looking where 🤷 he was going, tripped over an exposed root and basked his head 💆💆💆 on 🔛🔛🔛 a rock 🧗‍♀️. I wish 🙏🙏🙏 I’d known to go to Jack in the Box 🍱 then. I could have 🈶 gotten a free 🆓 churro. It would’ve been nice to have 🈶🈶 gotten something to show 📺 for being the son of ButterScotch Horseman. My darling mother 👪 gave the eulogy. My entire life 💓 I have 🈶 never ❌ heard her say 🗣🗣 a kind word to or about my father 👨, but at his funeral ⚰ she said, “My husband is 🈶 dead 💀💀💀, and everything is 🈶 worse now.” “My husband is 🈶 dead 💀💀💀, and everything is 🈶 worse now.” I don’t know 🤔 why 🤔 she said that. Maybe she felt that’s the kind of thing you’re supposed to say 🗣🗣🗣 at a funeral ⚰⚰⚰. Maybe she hoped one 1️⃣ day someone would say 🗣🗣🗣 that about her. “My mother 👪👪 is 🈶 dead 💀, and everything is 🈶 worse now.” Or maybe she knew 🤔 he had frittered away all her inheritance, and replaced it with crippling debt, which is 🈶 a pretty shitty thing to leave your 👉 widow with. “Bad news, you lost 🏳🏳 your 👉 husband, but don’t worry, you also lost 🏳🏳 the house 🏠!” Maybe Mom 👪👪👪 knew 🤔 she’d have 🈶 to sell all her fancy 💠 jewelry 💍 and move into a home 👪👪👪. Maybe that’s what 😅 she meant by “everything is 🈶 worse now.” Is 🈶 that what 😅 you meant, Mom 👪? You know 🤔, the first 🥇🥇 time ⌚⌚⌚ I ever preformed In front of an audience, it actually was, uh, with my Mom 👪👪👪. She used to put on 🔛🔛 these shows, with her supper club in the living room, and she used to make... she used to make me sing 🗣🗣🗣 “The Lollipop 🍭 Song” Those parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic 🎩🎩 acts, and ethnically insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always 🕔 a dance 💃 my mother 👪 did. She had this ⬆ beautiful dress 👗 that she only brought out 🏎🏍 for these parties, and she did this ⬆ incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad 😞😞😞. Dad 👨 hated the parties. He’d lock ⛓⛓ himself in the study 🔬🔬🔬, and bang on 🔛🔛🔛 the walls for us to keep it down ⬇⬇, but he always 🕔 came out 🏎🏍 to see 👁👁 mom 👪👪👪 dance 💃. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch 🥃 in hand 👍👍, and watch 👁👁 in awe, as this ⬆ cynical, despicable woman 👧 he married... Took flight 🛩🛩. And as a child 👶 who 💁 was completely terrified 😨😨 of both of my parents 👪👪, I was always 🕔 aware of this ⬆ moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other, in a way ↕️. Me, My Mom 👪👪 and my Dad 👨, as screwed up ☝☝☝ as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother 👪, she knew 🤔 what 😅 it’s like 😄😄😄 to feel your 👉 entire life 💓 like 😄 you’re drowning with the exception of these moments.. these very rare, brief instances, in which you remember..you can swim 🐠🐠🐠. But, then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad 👨. All three 3️⃣3️⃣3️⃣ of us were drowning, and we didn’t know 🤔 how 🤔 to save 💾 each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. I would like 😄😄 to think 🤔🤔🤔 that’s what 😅 she meant when ⏰ we were in the hospital 🚑🚑 and she said, “I see 👁👁 you.” You know 🤔 the weird 😕😕😕 thing about both your 👉 parents 👪👪 being dead 💀 is 🈶 it means you’re next ⏭. I mean 😏, you know 🤔, obviously it’s not like 😄 there’s a wait 🚏 list for dying. Any one 1️⃣1️⃣ of us could get 🉐🉐🉐 run 🏃 over by some Snap-chatting 💬💬 Teen at any moment. And you would think 🤔 knowing 🤔 that would make us adventurous, and kind, and forgiving. But it makes us small, stupid, and petty. I actually had a near death 💀💀 experience 💯, recently. A stunt went bad 📉 and I fell off of a building 🏭. I’m an actor. I do my own stunts. I’m on 🔛 this ⬆ new 🆕🆕 show 📺📺📺 Philbert. Im Philbert. Star ⭐⭐⭐ of the show 📺. It hasn’t come out 🏎🏍 yet, but it’s already getting Emmy Buzz. Oh, speaking 📢 of buzz... I’m supposed to take two ✌✌ of these every morning 🌞, but my days are so screwed up ☝☝ ‘cause of the shooting schedule 📅, I don’t even know 🤔 what 😅 morning 🌞🌞🌞 means anymore. There’s a joke in there somewhere, about a guy 👦 who’s been to so many funerals, he doesn’t even know 🤔 what 😅 mourning means anymore. Let you guys figure out 🏎🏍 that one 1️⃣1️⃣1️⃣ for yourself. Anyways, you know 🤔 what 😅 I thought.. When ⏰ I was falling off the building 🏭 and went into panic mode? The last thing that my stupid brain 🧠🧠 could come up ☝☝☝ with before I died? “Won’t they be sorry 💔💔💔.” Cool 😎😎 thought, brain 🧠. I don’t even know 🤔 what 😅 “they” I wanted ⚠ to be sorry 💔. My mom 👪, before she died, could barely remember who 💁 I was. And of course, my dads dead 💀💀. The last conversation I ever had with him was about his novel. He was so certain his book 📖 was his legacy. Maybe he thought it would vindicate him for all the shitty things he ever did in his stupid worthless life 💓. Maybe it did. I don’t know 🤔. I never ❌ read 🛋🛋 it. Because why 🤔 would I give him that? I used to be on 🔛 this ⬆ TV 📺 show 📺📺 called Horsin’ Around. Seriously though, hold your 👉 applause 👏👏👏. It was written by my friend 🐶, Herb 🌿🌿 Kazzaz, whos also dead 💀💀 now, and it starred this ⬆ little girl 👶👶👶 named Sarah Lynn. And it was about these orphans. And early 🕐🕐 on 🔛🔛, the network had a note 🔣, “Maybe don’t mention they’re orphans so much, because audiences tend to find 🔍 orphans sad 😞😞 and not relatable.” But I never ❌ thought the orphans were sad 😞😞. I always 🕔 thought they were lucky 🤞 because they could imagine their parents 👪 to be anything they wanted ⚠. They had something to long for. Anyway, we did this ⬆ one 1️⃣1️⃣ season ❄️❄️❄️ finale, where 🤷 Olivias birth mother 👪👪👪 comes to town. And she was a junkie, but she’s gotten herself cleaned up ☝☝, and she wants to be in Olivias life 💓 again. And of course, she’s like 😄😄😄 the perfect 👌 grown-up ☝ version of Olivia, and they go to the mall 🏬🏬 together and get 🉐🉐 her ears pierced like 😄 she’s always 🕔 wanted ⚠ and — Sorry 💔, spoiler alert 🚨🚨 for season ❄️ six 6️⃣6️⃣6️⃣ finale of Horsin’ Around, if you’re still working 🏗🏗🏗 your 👉 way ↕️↕️↕️ through it. Anyway, the horse 🐴🐴🐴 tried to warn her, “Be careful, moms have 🈶 a way ↕️↕️ of letting you down ⬇⬇.” But Olivia just thinks the horse 🐴 is 🈶 jealous, and when ⏰ the mom 👪 says she’s moving 📦📦 to California, Olivia decides to go with her. And the network really juiced the cliffhanger: “Is Olivia gone for good 👌👍🏾?” But of course, because it’s a TV 📺📺📺 show 📺📺, she was not gone for good 👌👍🏾. Of course, because it’s a TV 📺📺 show 📺📺 Olivias Mother 👪 has a relapse and had to go back ⬅️⬅️ into rehab, so Olivia has to hitchhike all the way ↕️↕️ home 👪, getting rides from from Mr 🇲🇷. T, Alf, and the cast of Stomp. Of course that’s what 😅 happened. Because, what 😅 are you gonna do, just not have 🈶 Olivia on 🔛 the show 📺? You can’t have 🈶🈶🈶 happy 😀😀 endings on 🔛🔛 sitcoms, not really, because, if everyone’s happy 😀, the show 📺 would be over, and above 🆙 all else, the show 📺... Has to keep going. There’s always 🕔 more ➕➕ show 📺📺📺. And you can call Horsin’ Around dumb, or bad 📉, or unrealistic, but there’s nothing 🈚🈚 more ➕➕➕ realistic than that. You never ❌ get 🉐 a happy 😀😀 ending, ‘cause there’s always 🕔 more ➕➕ show 📺. I guess until there isn’t. My mom 👪👪 would hate 😡😡😡 it if she knew 🤔 that I spent 😵😵 so much time ⌚ at her funeral ⚰⚰ talking about my old 👴👴👴 TV 📺 show 📺. Or maybe she’d think 🤔🤔🤔 it was funny 😃😃 that her idiot 😜 son couldn’t even do this ⬆ right 👉, who 💁 knows 🤔? She left 👈 no 😣😣😣 instructions for what 😅 she wanted ⚠ me to say 🗣🗣. All I know 🤔 is 🈶 she wanted ⚠ an open 👐👐👐 casket ⚰, and her idiot 😜 son couldn’t even do that right 👉👉. I’m not gonna stand up ☝☝ here 👈👈 and pretend I ever understood how 🤔 to please 🙏🙏🙏 that woman 👧, even though so much of my life 💓 has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out 🏎🏍. But I keep going back ⬅️⬅️⬅️ to that moment in the ICU when ⏰ she looked at me and,...” I-C-U 👉.” “I..See 👁👁👁...You..” Jesus ✝️ Christ ⛪⛪, we were in the Intensive Care Unit. She was just reading a sign ⛎⛎⛎. My mom 👪👪👪 died and all I got was a free 🆓 Churro. You know 🤔 the shittiest thing about all of this ⬆? Is 🈶 when ⏰ that stranger behind the counter gave me that free 🆓🆓🆓 churro, that small act of kindness showed more ➕ compassion than my mother 👪👪 gave me her entire goddamn life 💓. Like 😄😄😄, how 🤔 hard is 🈶 it to do something nice for a person 👤? This ⬆ woman 👧 at the Jack in the Box 🍱 didn’t even know 🤔 me. I’m your 👉 son. All I had was you! I have 🈶🈶🈶 this ⬆ friend 🐶🐶🐶. And right 👉 around when ⏰ I first 🥇 met her, her dad 👨👨 died, and I actually went with her to the funeral ⚰. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why 🤔 she was still upset 😞😞😞, because she never ❌ even liked her father 👨👨. It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when ⏰ my dad 👨👨 died. And I’m going through that same thing now. You know 🤔 what 😅 it’s like 😄? It’s like 😄😄😄 the show 📺 Becker, you know 🤔, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run 🏃 of it, hoping that it would get 🉐🉐 better, and it never ❌ did. It had all the right 👉👉👉 pieces, but it just— It couldn’t put them together. And when ⏰ it got canceled, I was really bummed out 🏎🏍, not because I liked the show 📺📺, but because I knew 🤔 it could be so much better, and now it never ❌ would be. And that’s what 😅 losing 🏳🏳🏳 a parent 👩‍👦👩‍👦👩‍👦 is 🈶 like 😄😄😄. It’s like 😄😄 Becker. Suddenly, you realize you’ll never ❌ have 🈶🈶 the good 👌👍🏾 relationship you wanted ⚠, as long as they were alive, even though you’ll never ❌ admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding onto that chance. And you didn’t realize it until that chance went away. “My mother 👪 is 🈶 dead 💀, and everything is 🈶 worse now.” Because now I know 🤔 I will never ❌ have 🈶🈶🈶 a mother 👪 who 💁 looks at me from across the room and says, “BoJack Horseman, I see 👁 you.” But I guess it’s good 👌👍🏾 to know 🤔. It’s good 👌👍🏾 to know 🤔, that there is 🈶 nobody looking out 🏎🏍 for me, that there never ❌ was, and there never ❌ will be. No 😣, it’s good 👌👍🏾 to know 🤔 that I am the only one 1️⃣1️⃣1️⃣ I can depend on 🔛. And I know 🤔 that now and it’s good 👌👍🏾. It’s good 👌👍🏾 that I know 🤔 that. So.. it’s good 👌👍🏾 my mother 👪👪 is 🈶 dead 💀. Well, no 😣 point 🈯 in beating a dead 💀💀 horse 🐴🐴🐴. Beatrice Horseman was born 🐣 in 1938, and she died in 2018, and I have 🈶 no 😣😣😣 idea 💡.. What 😅 she wanted ⚠. Unless she just wanted ⚠ what 😅 we all wanted ⚠.. to be seen.

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[heartbreakdolan]

I Got You (E.D.)

Summary: You’re feeling kinda down, and a little sick, but Ethan takes care of you It’s just a short one today. Thank you for requesting :) 

You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, coughing into your arm. You could barely swallow, your throat feeling swollen and dry. It didn’t help that you were forced to breathe through your mouth, lips becoming cracked, due to your blocked nose. 

You reached for the packet of throat lozenges lying on the bed beside you, popping one from the foil packet and putting it in your mouth as you slumped back down into your pillows. Pulling your blankets up around your face so only your eyes peeked out from under the covers, you tried to fall asleep again, even though it was two in the afternoon. 

You felt your phone buzz, vibrating throughout your mattress and you opened your eyes. You smiled as you picked it up, your heart warming seeing a text from Ethan. You hadn’t spoken to him all day, and it had been a few days since you’d seen him, illness prohibiting you from leaving your house and confining you to your bed. 

hey babe. u wanna go out tonight?

You wanted to. You wanted to spend time with Ethan, but you couldn’t move without feeling light headed, or your body aching. 

I’m really sick. Don’t think I can :(

As soon as your message sent, the three dots on his side of the conversation appeared. 

noooooo u ok? 

no :(

Without missing a beat, your phone started buzzing in your hand, Ethan’s name and photo appearing on your screen. You shifted, wriggling to sit up a little and answered his call.

“Hey E.” Your voice sounded weaker than you thought it would, and you could hear your blocked nose as you spoke.

“Aw, what’s wrong?”

A tickle in your throat made you cough before you could answer. “I’m sick and I can’t even get out of bed.” 

Ethan let out another sympathetic ‘aw’, and you added, “I’m sorry babe.” Your heart sunk. You wanted to see him so bad. Especially after being in isolation for the past few days, feeling like shit. 

“It’s okay,” he assured you. “You sound awful.” 

“Thanks Ethan.” 

"No, I just meant I can tell you’re sick.”

“M hm,” you hummed, closing your eyes again, the conversation and talking tiring you out. “I really miss you, Ethan. I haven’t seen you in four whole days.”

Ethan laughed under his breath. "I miss you too.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Do you want company?” 

Please. “You’ll probably get sick.”

You could picture him shrugging as he said, “Probably. But I want to see you. I’ll leave soon, okay?”

You smiled. “Okay.”

*

You awoke to your bedroom door opening, light flooding into your dark room. You watched as your boyfriend slowly turned around, carefully shutting your door behind him. Your heart fluttered seeing his tall body in your doorway. 

“Ethan.”

He turned around, smiling at you as he walked over, and you tried to sit up a little bit. 

“No, no, don’t get up,” he hushed you. He sat down on the edge of your bed, and you stuck your arms out to wrap around his neck. You sighed in content, as you rested your head on his shoulder and he pulled you against him. He kissed the side of your head as he gently rubbed his hand in circles on your lower back. 

You wanted to tell him you were happy he was here, but you were so sleepy and exhausted. His hands worked up and down your back as he said, “Hey, how’s my girl?” 

“Dying,” you mumbled into his neck. He said he’d text you when he got to your house so you could let him in, but you’d fallen asleep. “I fell asleep. How did you get in?”

“Your mom let me in,” he said with a smirk. 

You nodded, apologising, as Ethan slowly leaned forward to gently set you back down. Once you were lying down, he began to crawl over you to lie down in bed with you. You groaned, sitting up to push the tissues and rubbish away to the end of your bed. “Sorry, this is so gross.”

He shrugged to let you know it wasn’t a big deal, pushing some of the rubbish away with his foot before lying down on his side beside you, one leg propped up. 

You had your first good look at him for the first time in four days and smiled at him. He must’ve had a shower right before he came over because his hair was flat on his forehead and still a little damp.

You shuffled closer to him, and he lifted a hand to stroke your hair. You felt another tickle in the back of your throat, and you coughed again, then groaned. 

Ethan sympathetically smiled, shuffling down to be closer to you. “Do you want some water?” 

You shook your head, reaching down into your covers to retrieve the bottle of water you already had with you. Ethan nodded, kicking his shoes off and letting them drop to the floor. 

“Thanks for being here,” you said. “I’ve been miserable and sick, and I missed you.”

Ethan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, cradling you into his chest. “I missed you too.” His other hand gently squeezed your thigh, his touch feeling nice on your aching muscles. “I got you, baby. I got you.”

You smiled into his body, snuggling into him. “I love you.”

Ethan kissed your forehead. “Love you too.” You relaxed into his arms, closing your eyes and feeling your body going heavy against his. “Go back to sleep, babe. I’ll be here.” 

You nodded slowly, humming in response, Ethan’s warmth and hands lulling you to sleep. 

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[curly-q-reviews]

ROAD TO THE OSCAR MAYER WIENER AWARDS 2K19

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, 2018 (dir. Joel Coen, Ethan Coen)

Nominated for: Best Original Song, Best Costume Design, Best Adapted Screenplay

SPOILER ALERT THAR BE SPOILERS AHEAD ME HEARTIES BE YE WARNED

wowee what a cool film!!  i went into this not knowing much about it except it was directed by the Coen brothers (directors of Fargo and The Big Lebowski) which set real high expectations for me.  these guys are real masters of storytelling and what immediately come to mind when i think of movies that know how to effectively use dark humor.  i also love the kinds of stories they tell in general, how they take subjects and settings that seem kinda mundane and just give them this little extra spark. 

so is this newest film just as good as their other work???  well id say yeah for sure!!!  it reminds me a lot of a film they did shortly after The Big Lebowski called O Brother, Where Art Thou?, because theyre both period pieces AND because they both feature a myriad of eclectic and interesting characters.  the one thing that makes The Ballad of Buster Scruggs really stand out from their other films however is the fact that this is actually an anthology made up of six different stories, all set during the same time period in The Wild West.  its also worth mentioning that this movie was made to premiere on Netflix, which is something ive started to see more and more as the streaming platform becomes the new go-to source of media content.  its very exciting to see such prolific directors go the Netflix route and have great success with it, because it means that the platform really is capable of creating high-quality movies and TV shows and working with big-name talent.  im sure the big hollywood production companies are all quaking in their lil booties cause this means big BIG changes are on the horizon

ok so ive reviewed anthology series before, notably Black Mirror, and with those reviews i ranked the short stories in order of least to most favorite.  so i guess in this case ill do the same, although its hard to really rank these cause i truly enjoyed all of them in different ways.  there was one however that didnt really tickle my fancy much, which was “Near Algodones”.  this one stars james franco as a bank robber who seems to have met his match in a fiery (probably crazy) bank teller.  he gets caught and hung from a tree by the town’s sheriff, but nearly manages to escape death when a Native American tribe swoops in and kills the sheriff and his crew.  james franco is saved by a cattle driver, only to be caught again by the next town’s sheriff for allegedly trying to hawk the cattle (which was not the case at all).  right before they kick the chair out from under him at the hanging, he sees a beautiful woman in blue, who at first smiles at him but then looks unnerved as he stares back at her. 

i think with this one the ending really didnt do much for me, i kinda didnt get it.  i did understand the whole irony behind surviving punishment for a crime he DID commit but getting hanged for a crime he never committed, and the bank teller was pretty hilarious, but everything else about the segment was just ok.  james franco didnt really blow me away (he never really does but thats besides the point), the rest of the performances were fine, and the story just kinda zipped on through.  maybe ill give this one another watch to see if the ending makes any more sense to me, or if theres any sense to be made from it at all

next up for me would be “The Gal Who Got Rattled”, and this segment i have mixed feelings over.  its about this brother and sister who set out on the Oregon trail so that the brother can get his sister to marry his business partner in Oregon.  the sister seems like a kind of wishy-washy, subdued character who just kinda goes along with whatever her brother says without giving much of her own opinion.  i gotta give credit to zoe kazan (who starred in The Big Sick) cause she does a great job with this character, totally spot-on performance.  ok so turns out the brother is a fucken HORRIBLE businessman who screws up all his business deals all the time, and he tragically dies like two days into being on the oregon trail.  he has this annoying-ass dog that barks all the time and everyone else on the caravan is sick of it, so when the brother dies the sister just lets one of the trail leaders put it down.  turns out the sister like did not like her brother at all but was always too afraid to say anything.  now getting back to the bad businessman thing, apparently he had promised the helper boy that is helping move their covered wagon a large sum of money, half of it halfway through the journey and the rest when they get to oregon.  problem is, the sister doesnt have the money, so it was either left in the brothers pocket when he was buried or there wasnt actually any money at all and he lied, y’know, like a bad businessman does.  the trail leader who put the annoying dog down offers to help her, and the two start to get close.  so now its like a pseudo love story thing.  except it ends pretty tragically (the sister dies its a long story and pretty ironic just watch it if u wanna know)

so uuuhhhhh this one was long as shit, like a lot longer than the other segments when it didnt really need to be???  like it just kept  going and going, and again the ending didnt really make up for how long it was.  i really liked zoe kazan in this, but otherwise nothing to write home about. 

number four on my list would have to go to “All Gold Canyon”, which basically just follows the story of a gold miner in the mountains trying to get that money honey.  this segment is the simplest one out of the bunch, but i gotta say its absolutely gorgeous.  what beautiful scenery and cinematography.  it provides a nice contrast to our disheveled, run-down gold miner who is just tearing up the beautiful grassy fields trying to get to this gold.  there seems to be a theme in this one of man’s relationship to nature, and how the gold miner does put in effort to respect it but still takes advantage of it for his own benefit.  and i guess theres a broader theme of greed, or the ruthless and endless pursuit of wealth which can drive people to do crazy and desperate things.  i definitely really enjoyed this one, especially the gold miner character played by tom waits.  but otherwise it didnt stand out as much to me as the other segments im gonna talk about

SPEAKING OF WHICH heres number three!!  “The Mortal Remains” is right up my alley, and has some more mythical elements to it than the other segments ive talked about so far.  so we have a wagon full of passengers all going to this hotel for various reasons, and its a really diverse cast of characters: we have the older wife of a prolific religious lecturer, a rich Frenchman, a trapper, a foppish Englishman, and a cheery laid-back Irishman, the last two seeming to be companions of some sort.  they all get on the topic of the true nature of mankind, and the three characters opposite of the strange pair all have something different to say.  the trapper believes that all people are inherently the same, with the same basic needs.  the older woman disagrees and insists that there are two kinds of people, upright and sinning.  and then the Frenchman says that both of them are wrong, that human existence is much more complicated and nuanced than that; no one persons life is exactly the same as another’s.  and then we have the Englishman and the Irishman, who turn out to be bounty hunters of some sort (is heavily alluded that they are grim reaper-type figures).  they explain their method of completing their kills, and talk about how they enjoy watching their victims “try to make sense of it all” in their death throes.  these two clearly have a much more cold and sinister idea of the nature of mankind, and the rest become very unsettled all the way to the hotel.  no one else even dares to step out of the carriage while the bounty hunters drag their latest victim through the front entrance and up the stairs.

oh man this segment was great!  i think the reason its third on my list is cause i really wish there was more to it, like if the Coen brothers spent more time on this one instead of “The Gal Who Got Rattled” it would be perfect.  Jonjo O’Neill and Brendan Gleeson as the bounty hunters were so enthralling, and i loved watching them play off of each other.  hell, i couldve had a whole movie featuring those two.  and the screenwriting really shines in this segment too.  this segment almost feels like a fable or something, which is really fitting for the time period.  makes me wonder if they had based it off of an actual fable.  but anyway yeah this ones awesome!

i had a hard time choosing between “The Mortal Remains” and this next segment for second place cause i liked them both equally, but in the end “Meal Ticket” gets #2 purely because of the utterly fantastic performance by Harry Melling, who plays a quadriplegic actor in a traveling show run by liam neesons character, an irish traveling entertainer.   the story itself is really simple, we just see this disabled actor be carted from one town to the next, doing the same stage show which is basically just him reciting famous prose throughout the ages.  meanwhile liam neeson is trying to get as much money as he can out of the audience members.  he doesnt interact much with harry melling outside of feeding him and helping him piss and get dressed.  u get the sense that he doesnt really see his disabled actor as an actual person, but more of an entertaining object or a pet.  and this becomes even more apparent when the irishman gets some competition from another traveling entertainer who has a chicken that can do math.  he sees this chicken getting more money than him, so he buys it off of the other guy and takes it with him.  and finally, the poor limbless actor is literally and figuratively tossed aside for the next best thing.

man oh man what a great segment!  harry melling blew me away with his performance, the fact that he was able to get such a nuanced range of emotion out of the few lines he was given (basically he had to recite the same shit over and over again) was so impressive to me.  and his non-verbal communication was really solid too.  liam neeson did really well in his role too.  and again the story itself is really great, simple but effective and really gets the point across without having to beat the audience over the head with its message. OH YEAH ITS REAL GOOD LOVE IT

and finally we have my #1 pick, which i think the directors knew this was the best one out of the bunch too cause its the first segment as well as the title of the whole movie.  “The Ballad of Buster Scruggs” has that signature Coen brothers wit and dark humor that i love, it plays off of typical Western movie tropes and is very tongue-in-cheek and i ate that shit up.  tim blake nelson as the titular buster is just so fucken perfect for this role, he really shines in this and its kind of a shame that its one of the shorter segments cause it really is the best one and he knocks it out of the park.  we got some great music in this segment too, which is where that Best Original Song nom comes in.   this one also has some strong fable-y vibes to it, like this story could be amongst the likes of American folklore like Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed.  i wont get much into the plot of this one but i highly recommend watching it, even if you dont wanna see the rest of the segments. 

the segments fit together pretty well overall, although the tone of each of them differs slightly the fact that the setting and time period are the same is enough to firmly knit all these stories together.  its a really unique idea for a movie, and is so far the best attempt at an anthology movie that ive ever seen purely because the stories really all make sense together and play off of each other well.  in other anthology movies ive seen like The ABC’s of Death the segments usually dont have much at all to do with each other, except that they all fall in the same genre.  so overall id say give this a watch, especially if ur a Coen brothers fan, cause theres some real good stuff in here.

well thats all i got for now cowboys!!  i watched Roma the other day and CRIED REAL HARD so get ready for me to kiss that movies ass in a review that should be done in the next few days.  until then go uuhhhhhh lasso a cow or something.  chew some tobaccy.  fondle a barmaids titties.  die of dysentery.  y’know just old west things~

#curly q reviews #road to the oscar mayer weiner awards 2k19 #the ballad of buster scruggs #oscars #oscars 2019 #academy awards #the coen brothers #american folklore #wild west #old west #oregon trail #western movies #cowboys #zoe kazan #james franco #liam neeson #tim blake nelson #harry melling #brendan gleeson #jonjo oneill #tall tales #paul bunyan #johnny appleseed

[ethxndolan]

you could do the extended version of what their gfs would be like 😏 orrrrr describe what they would do on a night in with their gf. thank you ily

OKAY *cracks knuckles* here we go this turned into way more of what they would do on a night in than i intended lol:

Grayson: so i feel like a night in, without ethan, would have to be scheduled and planned lmao and it would be this coveted special time where its just the two of them because ethan’s always around or they’re always out doing stuff. I think gray would like over plan tf out of it like he would lowkey be out here with a schedule like “first were gonna watch a movie and cuddle, then were going to order pizza, then i’m going to destroy you in mario cart, and then were going to watch another movie - but it has to be a light and funny one so i can fall asleep later, and then were going to eat ice cream and then were going to dance or some shit and then were gonna bang soft and slow all night.” i feel like it would be such a big deal to gray but she would just like giggle and think its cute but not at all give a shit about what they actually do, she just wants to spend time with gray alone in any way she can. i feel like something would inevitably go wrong, like the power would go out or ethan would come home early or they would watch a shitty movie, and grayson would get all flustered and upset that the night wasn’t perfect but she would assure him over and over again that she was having the best time just being with him. omg and i think he would die if she said that? u know like i think so many of their friends have been fake or using them or whatever, that his gf just wanting to be with him and do nothing would just mean the world to him and make his heart melt. but i dont think he would say anything, i think his eyes would light up and he would smile softly. and i think she would go out of her way to distract him and get his mind off the fact that things didnt go as planned, like she would start a food fight or a pillow fight bc she knew that if she could just get him laughing everything would be okay. and i feel like she would come up with some dumb idea to do something like build a fort or do his makeup or braid his hair or something but while they were doing that dumb thing i think they would be laughing so hard but also really connecting and like vining and having a deep talk bc they don’t get to be alone that often and i think she would tell him about something new she discovered like her new favorite book or some restaurant she wanted to try and gray would silently make a note to do something about that later. i just see grayson getting so frazzled about this precious time together and that it’s so important and everything has to go as planned, but like she doesn’t and she calms him down when things go wrong and she knows exactly how to distract him and cheer him up and she just like totally makes the night cracking jokes and talking shit about ethan in a loving way and i just think it would be the soFTEST AND SWEETEST NIGHT and when the night ended and they were laying in bed cuddling she would be asleep in his arms and gray would just be like beaming and thinking about how lucky he is to have her 

Ethan: so i think a night in with ethan would be totally different. i think it would kind of be the reverse of a night in w gray, like i think as soon as grayson left the apartment ethan would jump on his gf so fast and would tear her clothes off and be in such a hurry to bang and they would go at it and it would be rough and wild bc they finally wouldn’t have to worry about gray hearing them. and then i imagine them laying in bed after cuddling and like complementing each other like “oh ya that one thing w ur tongue, A+”. and then i think they would be like im hungry and so they’d be like half dressed and she would be wearing his t-shirt and nothing else and they would order in food and like she would go to open the door and the delivery guy would be there and be flustered by here just in a t-shirt and ethan would like show up behind her and clear his throat and grab the food and slam the door in the guys face and she would scold him and be like ethan wtf and his only answer would be like grunting “ur mine” and then after they eat or whatever that’s when i see them being all soft and cuddly and like laying in bed or on the couch tangled up in each other and i feel like they would have deep talks and just like talk about everything that’s stressing them out and venting to each other and i just feel like they would be laying in silence talking as ethan traces his fingers over her skin and listens to her complain about work and her friends and i feel like they would start to get bored and she would be like omg lets watch this movie or let me show you this youtube channel I’ve been watching like crazy and it would be something he’s not normally into and he would like fake complain and be like omg why let’s not but he would be kidding? u know like acting like he doesnt want to but really he wants to do anything that makes his girl happy. idk i see ethan being softer in his actions rather than his words? like he would always be touching her in the slightest way and not even notice he’s doing it and he would always be sending her music he thinks she would like even if he’s not into it at all and he would buy them tickets for some band he hates but he wants to go for her like i think he would show his love by doing things (dont get me wrong i think he would say i love u a lot) but i dont think it would talk about his feelings all the time? like i dont think he would sit around and talk about how important she is to him- but he would do things above and beyond that show it. LIKE WHEN HE GOT GRAYSON THE BRONCO DONT TALK TO ME it would be shit like that and i think she would freak out and be like omg omg omg i love u i love u and be like crying and ethan would jokingly like be like ew dont be so soft its not a big deal but he would be kidding u know just like down playing how big of a deal it is. i think it would genuinely be the one time in his life he’s not being dramatic and like is pretending something isn't a big deal. anyway back to a night in, like i literally don’t see them getting out of bed i think they would just lay together all night and i think they would SO talk about conspiracy theories and the meaning of life and she would just listen to ethan explain theory after theory and she would think it was so cute how excited and animated he got talking about them and ethan would love that he could share them w her and even if she didn’t actually believe them so she would so be like contributing to his theory and i think the later it got the softer ethan would get and he’d be extra snuggly and like ask her to run her hands thru his hair and he would be vulnerable in the late hours of the night in a way he usually isn’t and i think they would stay up super late and fall asleep and not even realize it and im so soft for this i love ethan 

#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #dolan twins #ethxndolan #dolan twins imagine

[amylillian22]

I Never Stopped Loving You - Isaac Lahey Imagine (Feat. Liam Dunbar)

Requested by Anon: Hello! I saw that u were wanting to write Liam and Theo imagines so I thought I would request one? Can u do a Liam imagine where your his older sister and you used to date Isaac before he went to France and you still miss and liams trying to cheer you up and a couple months later he comes back? Idk it can be something along that story line! Love your writing btw! Have a great day!

Word Count: 3,087

Author's Note: This is sort of an AU of the series finale.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

"Come on," Liam whispered to himself as the phone rang for the fourth time. "Pick up the damn phone," He whispered before someone answered.

"You better be dying. It's fucking 3 in the morning," an angry voice scowled; completely annoyed someone woke him up from his sleep.

"Isaac, I wouldn't call unless it's important," Liam said. Isaac not only heard the seriousness in Liam's voice, but his rapid heartbeat too. He knew something was wrong.

"Is she okay?" Isaac immediately asked as he sat up from his bed.

"Y/N's fine, but she's not okay," Liam sighed.

"What do you mean?" Isaac asked confused.

"She misses you like crazy. She hasn't been the same since you left and with everything going on lately, she seems to miss you more," Liam explained with a heavy sigh.

Since Isaac left, Liam has done everything he could to cheer up his older sister and even though it would work for just a few minutes, her mind always wondered back to Isaac. It's been a little over a year since he left and she still hasn't been the same since. Liam missed his sister, who had a smile on her face all the time, and used to laugh at all the stupid jokes Liam came up with.

"Liam-"

"Scott found a map with all the Nemetons around the world. You know what's been going on, right?" Liam asked Isaac.

"No," Isaac answered. "Well, sort of, but not really. Jackson, Ethan, and I found several werewolves murdered. We're trying to figure out why it's happening, but we can't seem to find an answer."

"Long story short, Gerard is creating an army around the world to kill every supernatural in the planet. He wants genocide," Liam explained.

"Fuck," Isaac whispered as he ran his hand over his face. "That's possibly why Jackson and Ethan hasn't answered any of my calls lately. I found their apartment completely trashed and I've been trying to find them for days."

Liam sighed, hating the idea the war has also started on the other side of the world. As worried as he was, he was relieved to hear Isaac is okay.

"Okay, what do you need from me, Liam? What does Scott need? More importantly, what does she need from me?" Isaac asked already getting out of bed.

"I need you to get on a plane back home."

"What?" Isaac asked, not hearing correctly.

"I bought you a ticket to come home and see Y/N. I need you two to see each other before it happens."

"Before what happens," Isaac asked with fear. Isaac's panic grew every second Liam didn't answer. "Liam! What aren't you telling me?!" He asked eagerly.

"Lydia saw something," Liam bit his lip nervously as his mind went back to the day before when Lydia came to Liam completely horrified. He shook his head, trying to shake off the memory.

"What did she see?!" Isaac snapped. Fear washed over him knowing Lydia's banshee visions were never a good sign.

"She saw everyone dying," Liam swallowed hard. "Peter, Derek, Jackson, Ethan, Malia, Scott... and Y/N."

Isaac's heart dropped. "No," he said refusing to believe it. "No. There's no fucking way they're all dying, especially Y/N," Isaac whispered the last part, too scared to believe Lydia's death vision might come true.

His mind wondered back to the night they lost Allison. No one expected it, not even Lydia. She didn't see it coming. She only felt it as she screamed out her best friend's name loud enough for the werewolves outside the building to hear, but it was already to late. Allison was dying in Scott's arm, and Isaac will be damned to let the same situation happen with Y/N.

"Why didn't you buy her a ticket? Wouldn't she be safer here? With me?" Isaac asked.

Even though Isaac couldn't see him, Liam shook his head. "It doesn't matter. There's too many hunters and not enough of us. I've never doubted Scott. He always has a plan, but Lydia's never been wrong either. So, if this does happen-," Liam shook his head again, before he corrected himself. "When this does happen, I would like Y/N to see you one last time..." Liam trailed.

Isaac swallowed hard while trying to fight back the tears forming in his eyes. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to see her this way. However, if Liam was right and Lydia's prediction would came true, Isaac would never forgive himself for if he didn't get on the plane back to Beacon Hills.

"Okay," Isaac barely whispered.

"Your plane isn't arriving at Beacon Hills. You're landing in a town an hour away. Don't worry, I got you a rental car too."

"Why not Beacon Hills?" Isaac asked.

"Because I have no doubt Ms. Monroe has hunters working inside the airport and they wouldn't hesitate to kill you. She's given orders to kill any supernatural on site."

"Who's Monroe?"

"Gerard's little minion," Liam answered. "Oh, before I forget. We're dealing with a monster called the Anuk-ite. I don't have time to catch you up on everything, but just know if you all of a sudden feel fear, the Anuk-ite coming for you. You have to close your eyes or you'll die."

"What?!"

"Close your eyes and fight it blind!" Liam repeated.

"What the bloody hell has been going on down there and why didn't anyone call me?!" Isaac snapped back.

"Like I said. It's a long story. Just get on the plane, Isaac. I'll see you in a few hours," Liam said before he hung up on Isaac.

As soon as Liam hung up, Isaac quickly got dressed and packed a bag before rushing to the airport. About 12 hours later, the plane landed in California. Isaac immediately called everyone, but no one answered. Not one person, which, of course, didn't calm his nerves. Isaac turned an hour drive from the airport to Beacon Hills into a 30-minute drive. He was a nervous wreck and he needed to get to Beacon Hills as soon as possible. It helped that the roads were completely empty, but Isaac knew that wasn't a good sign.

Driving down the old familiar roads of Beacon Hills sent a shiver down Isaac's spine. It was almost a dead town. Nothing and no one was in sight. This wasn't the Beacon Hills he remembered. He didn't think it was this bad.

He had gone to Y/N's house first, but no one was there. It seemed like no one had lived there in days, which worried Isaac even more. The next place he went was Scott's. He could smell everyone's scents, including Y/N's. When he searched the house, he noticed no one else was home, but everyone's stuff was there. Isaac assumed they were all staying at Scott's.

Isaac pulled the car into an empty parking lot at Beacon Hills High School. He was worried no one else here as well, but he wasn't about to leave without checking first. Isaac turned off the rental car and jogged to the school without so much as locking the doors.

He opened the double doors that led down an old familiar hallway. From a distance he saw a statue. Isaac swallowed hard before he slowly approached it. As he got closer, he realized it was Peter. As much as he disliked Peter, Isaac couldn't believe he was dead.

Isaac continued to walk down the hallway and turned a corner to a different hallway. He saw another statue. Isaac immediately noticed it was another male. He was built and lean. He'd only hope it wasn't the man who turned him into a werewolf. He took a deep breath before he stood in front of the statue. His breath hitched when he saw Derek.

"Damn it, Derek. Why did you have to open your eyes?" Isaac whispered to himself. He lifted his hand to touch the statue, but quickly pulled back. He was afraid Derek would crumble into pieces if he touched it. Isaac let out a deep sigh before he turned around and faced another set of double doors. He opened them and took one step before seeing another statue. He stumbled back as he realized it was a girl this time. His heart dropped at the thought of it being Y/N, but as he got closer, he realized it wasn't her. His muscles relaxed before he approached the frozen statue. Although he never met her, he knew it was Malia from the pictures Scott sent in his emails.

Isaac continued to walk down the hallway and decided to go into the boys' locker room. He couldn't find Coach, but when he turned away from Coach Finstock's office, he immediately saw two more statues. He didn't have to look up close to know who they were. They were the two friends he had been trying to look for the past couple of days, Jackson and Ethan.

"Fuck," Isaac mumbled under his breath before he walked out. He looked up and saw the girls' locker room. The memories of sneaking into the girls' locker room after lacrosse practice crossed Isaac's mind. At the time, she was the only girl on the lacrosse team; and after practice, the girls' locker room would be empty. Sneaking Isaac in always led to heated make out sessions, as they both could never keep their hands off each other.

Isaac's smile faltered when he realized he had to walk in and check if anyone was in there. His stomach turned as his heart pounded fast with fear. He didn't know what that meant. He was scared, but not too terrified to have his eyes closed. It was one of those moments where he had a feeling something terrible was behind that door and he silently prayed it wasn't Y/N frozen as a statue.

Isaac took a deep breath before opening the door and walked in. He took a few steps before he immediately stop in place. His eyes landed on another statue. His eyes scanned the girl's body figure and he knew who it was. He didn't have to walk around and face it in order to know who it was. Tears immediately welled up in Isaac's eyes, as he whispered 'no' repeatedly to himself. Tears slowly slid down Isaac's cheeks as his eyes landed on Y/N's frozen face. His heart broke. He cursed himself for not getting here sooner. He hated himself for leaving her in the first place.

"Oh, baby," Isaac whispered. "I'm so sorry." More tears made their way down his cheeks. "I should have been here for you," he said with a shaky breath. "I should have never left you... I still love you." Isaac's vision was blurry. He batted his eyes before his eyes landed on the only girl he ever loved.

Isaac reached up to touch her cheek, but before he had the chance, Y/N's statue started cracking. Isaac's eyes grew wide with fear. "No, no, no," he repeated as his hands immediately flew up, ready to catch the pieces.

Pieces of stone started falling off as Y/N slowly came back to life. Her eyes flew wide open before she gasped for air. She nearly lost her balance and stumbled forward as she wasn't expecting to come back alive. Before she could fall and land on her face, Isaac immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked up and instantly locked her eyes with her favorite pair of baby blue eyes she hadn't seen in a while.

"Isaac," she breathed, smelling his woodsy scent. She couldn't believe it was him. She was beginning to think she was daydreaming about him again. She grabbed a fist full of his shirt before she looked down at her hands. It's real, she thought to herself before she heard his rapid heartbeat. He's real.

"It's really you..." she whispered.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," Isaac nodded with a chuckle as more tears formed in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked as his eyes scanned her body, checking for any injuries.

"I'm fine," she whispered again, too scared to talk and ruin this dream of hers.

"I'm so sorry," Isaac began. "About everything. About leaving, about coming here la-"

Y/N meshed her lips with his. Isaac was taken back as he was not expecting her to kiss him so soon. He didn't kiss her back at first, which almost made Y/N pull back. Before she had the chance to push herself away from him, he pulled her to his chest and kissed her back with so much passion and making up for lost time. Her hand slipped to the nape of his neck, tugged his hair, and deepened the kiss. When their lungs began begging for air, they pulled back with their foreheads pressing against each other's.

"You came back," she whispered against his lips.

"Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

"Your brother called," Isaac swallowed hard before she interrupted.

"Liam?" She asked. She shook her head and pushed that thought aside. "Okay, timeout," she unraveled herself from his arms and made a timeout sign with her hands. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, we have to find everyone else. We have to find Scott."

"Okay," Isaac said as he intertwined his fingers with hers and walked out of the locker room together to find Scott.

Liam opened the front door to the house and gestured Y/N and Isaac to walk in first. They walked in with their hands still interlocked. Isaac hasn't let go of her hand and she wasn't planning on letting go of his hand either.

Liam closed the door behind him before turning around to face his older sister and Isaac. "I'm guessing you two have a lot to talk about."

"I'd like to start with you first," Y/N said, taking Liam by surprise. "Why did you call him?"

Liam looked down and began fidgeting with his fingers. "Because you haven't been the same since he left. You just seemed to get sadder each day. You weren't the same Y/N I know and love. I thought with everything going on," Liam sighed before he continued, "I just wanted to give a few minutes of happiness before everything Lydia saw came true..."

Y/N let go of Isaac's hand and walked over to her little brother. She pulled him in and wrapped her arms around him for a tight hug. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"I love you, too," Liam said as he hugged her back.

"And you're the best brother in the whole wide world."

"I know," he said, earning a chuckle from both Y/N and Isaac. He pulled back. "I'll give you two some privacy. I'll be at Scott's to see how he's holding up." Liam locked the door behind him and left Y/N and Isaac to themselves.

Isaac was about to say something when Y/N grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. She closed her bedroom door and sat in her bed, patting the empty space next to her and signaling Isaac to sit with her. They sat in silence for several minutes, not sure where to start.

Isaac grabbed her hand and began playing with her fingers, something they both missed. Y/N always hated her short chubby fingers. Isaac always thought they were cute and a perfect fit when he intertwined their fingers together.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Isaac finally whispered and apologized again. "I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry it took Liam's 'Lydia saw a vision and Y/N's going to die' phone call to get here."

"Isaac-"

"No, please let me finished, baby." The old familiar nickname made Y/N's heart skip a beat and her stomach flip. "It shouldn't have taken me this long to come back. I should've come back sooner, especially when I missed you every single day. I know I left for selfish reasons-"

"You had every right to leave though, Isaac. I wasn't going to hold you back from what you thought was best for you at the time, even if I knew letting you go was going to hurt like hell," Y/N interrupted as she squeezed his hand before placing her other free hand on top of theirs.

"That's just the thing though. I thought it was best for me, but it wasn't. I was miserable without you. There were so many times I've wanted to call, write, and email you. Hell, there were times when I wanted to hop on a plane just to see you again, but I didn't. I knew coming back would hurt too much, especially if you did moved on."

"But I didn't."

"I know and now I don't know where that leaves us or if you'll ever forgive me for being so incredibly stupid," Isaac mumbled as he looked down at their hands, unable to look at Y/N.

Y/N removed her hands from his and cupped his cheeks before lifting his head to look at her. "What do you want, Isaac?"

"What do you want?" He asked.

She shook her head. "This isn't about me. This is about you. What do you want?"

"You."

Y/N smiled at Isaac. "What else do you want?"

"I don't want to go back to France."

"What else?" She asked as she leaned in.

"I want to be here, back home with you," Isaac whispered as he leaned in and closed the distance between the two.

Their lips moved in perfect sync as old familiar feelings resurfaced. Their hearts were out of control and were ready to explode out of their chests. Y/N's hands left Isaac's cheeks and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. Isaac cupped her cheek to deepen the kiss as he slowly leaned her back on her bed. When the burning sensation in their lungs became too much, Isaac pulled away with his forehead resting against hers.

"I love you," he whispered against her semi-swollen lips. "I never stopped."

Y/N's lips formed a smile. "I never stopped loving you either, babe."

Isaac buried his face at the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her figure. Y/N accepted his warm embrace and ran her fingers through his soft brown curls, another thing they both missed.

"Isaac?" She whispered. Isaac hummed in response as he traced random shapes at her exposed skin above her jeans. "Please don't ever leave me again," she whispered.

"Never," he promised with a kiss against her neck.

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[hwu-adventures-blog]

Relationship 101- MCxHunt & MCxTeja Desai (Red Carpet Diaries and Hollywood U crossover)

In this fic Maddie (HWU MC) and Professor Hunt are on a double date with Alice (Maddie’s half-sister and RCD MC) and Teja Desai. Maddie explains how they work their relationship out after being asked by the girls how they do it.

“-So we shouted at each other and then we waited for it to blow over and it did ” my sister animatedly finished explaining a feud she had recently. My fiancé next to me looks bored with the conversation but is hiding it from the girls. “Well I’m glad it did work out” I reply “I wish there were other ways of doing working things out” my sister’s girlfriend says “oh Maddie how do you two work out your troubles in the relationship?” My sister asks me. We’re sitting on a double date in a coffee house in Hollywood two months before biggest day of my life. Thomas Hunt, my ex-Professor and now fiancé is sitting on my left. My sister, Alice is sat with her current girlfriend Teja opposite us. I smile at that “We have three methods depending on where we are.” Thomas says finally joining in the conversation “ohh do tell how you’ve managed to be engaged for a year to my nightmare of a sister” Alice says “Maddie will tell you because one of the methods is extremely  tedious- and she definitely can be a handful Alice” Thomas agrees “hey!” I exclaim “we could do with the help” Teja says “well ladies- welcome to relationship 101 with Maddie Jenkins...”

Method 1- Improvisation

“The next part of the lesson on improvisation” I sigh at Hunt’s voice along with the rest of the class I start to zone out as Hunt drivels on about something and my thoughts turn to the date on Catalina Island we went on how we almost got rumbled by Jenni and her camera, how I started to panic and almost drop everything to go back to campus assuming that he wanted that, how he proved me wrong but something is still bothering me “I will I need a volunteer” the class is quiet “I’ll pick someone then” he says he pauses his eyes scanning the room “Maddie Jenkins” I snap out of my daze “since you were paying so much attention why don’t you come down and help me improvise a scene” he says impatiently, and looking annoyed at me “ok” I shrug and walk down to the stage. “This scene Maddie and I will play a couple who are trying to sort things out after a argument just as an example” and we start the scene. I look upset and look down at my shoes. Thomas looking crossly at me as he walks up to me “so what? We’re done- you chase me for years and just like that we’re done?” I ask him he looks at me I don’t look at him “it’s your decision” he says “what did I do wrong?” I ask quietly “you don’t pay any attention to what I am saying” he says “I do” “when?” He says furiously “all the time- I try to anyway but I’ve got a lot on my mind” “like what?” “Like how hot you are” I say we earn a few light hearted chuckles “and you never tell me anything” “don’t I ?” I ask “no” he says “I mean I have a lot on my mind” “then tell me!” He exclaims then he calms down “I’m sorry. What’s wrong?” He says calmly looking at me and putting his hands on my shoulders “the last date- you said you were all in this- I’m doubting what you said” “I told you the truth” he says “and now you’re threatening to leave- is it my fault?” I say “no it’s not I’m sorry for ever blaming you for anything- I’m not going anywhere and I keep telling you this” he says “sorry for doubting you- I’m sorry for everything” I say “I’m sorry too- I’m not going anywhere” he says “ever” he pulls me into a quick hug and I know that he’s not acting but he does not let it linger so that the others don’t know he’s not acting. He pulls away and clears his throat “and that is how you improvise a scene- Maddie sit back down” he says “yes Professor” I say and sit back down in my seat knowing it’s alright and that I don’t have to worry.

We used to use this a lot when we were in public and still a secret to the press at least. We’d use the excuse that Thomas was helping me out with the improvisation I was struggling with.

Method 2- having an argument with clown noses on.

I’m walking in the shop and just at the till we’re a couple of clown noses I take them and pay. Bringing them home them as a joke however when i show them to him Thomas is not impressed “no I’m not wearing it” “oh come on Thomas I saw it online- it’ll mean we’ll have less arguments” “you always have bad ideas don’t you?” ” he sighs “hey I have good ideas sometimes” “and this isn’t one of them” “just give it a try” he puts on the nose and I put on mine and we instantly burst out laughing not being able to take each other seriously “see? It works” “it’s still a silly idea but I’ll tolerate it. As long as we I don’t wear it in front of other people- deal?” “Deal”

We do this If we felt there was an argument coming on over a minor thing we’d use clown noises so that we’d never take each other seriously. Thomas did not like this idea but actually it works. And he’s warmed to it. If we feel a fight over dinner coming on we put on the noses. If we find ourselves fighting over what to do that day we put the noses on. You kind of get the gist.

Method 3- note passing.

We’d gotten into a fight. Over something silly. It’s so silly I can’t even remember what it was over. I was sat on the floor leaning against the door sobbing angrily. That’s when I saw a folded piece of paper slide under the door. “can you open the door?” It reads I get a pen from my bag “no” I write back and slide it back a new piece of paper slides through “you’re right- I was wrong- I should have listened” “you should have thought about that before you left me in that room” I push the paper back “I didn’t know that Bianca would pour pigs blood all over you Carrie style- and couldn’t stick up for you the first thing tomorrow I’m going to have a word with her” he writes oh yeah it was that. I went home and showered, changed and then refused to speak to him and when he came home I locked our room because I was mad that he said he couldn’t do anything properly because of evidence “really?” “Promise” I stand up drying my eyes and I unlock the door open it and find him stood on the other side of the door I hug him tightly “I’m sorry”.

We use this if the fight gets serious and it’s terrible. We also use it if we weren’t talking in public and people just assume we’re being cute with notes.

“-And that’s it” “nice clown story” Teja says “we should try that” Alice says “oh you’d just laugh at me” Teja says “you know I would” “guys can you cut the flirting down- younger half sister here” I say “and future in-law” I add indicating to Thomas “well I’m definitely coming to you for relationship advice in the future we’ve switched rolls I used to give all the advice to you” “hmm you gave me the advice to flirt with the guy I liked until he caves” I say “it worked didn’t it?” She laughs “yeah but that’s not the point” I say “well i’m back to shooting in twenty minutes” Teja says “come on Alice” the two get up “thanks for the coffee and the conversation” Alice says “it’s alright there’s no need to thank us I enjoyed it” I grin “I think it was an adequate coffee date” Thomas adds “you enjoyed it really” I say to him “maybe I did but I’m not going to admit it” he says “bye you two” Teja says “see you two later- remember we’re picking out your bridesmaids dresses with Addison later this week” Alice says “it’s my wedding how could I forget about the bridesmaids dresses?” I say “I’ll remind you Thursday morning like I did with reminding Thomas to go with Chris and Ethan and look for suits two weeks ago” she says next to me Thomas cringes and I smile “yeah you do that. Goodbye Alice, bye Teja” I say and the two leave.

 “You’re good at relationship advice” Thomas says putting his arm around me “am I? I was just trying to be a good sister” “well you did a good job of it nonetheless” he smiles at me “come on we’d better get looking at that colour scheme before you start your new secret project next week” I say getting up “you’re loving this aren’t you” “I’m 20. I’m bored. I’ve got nothing else to do” I say he gets up “the clown noses idea is still a ridiculous method” he says “it works doesn’t it?” I say as we start to walk out of the coffee shop “Thomas?” I ask teasingly “hm?” He replies “did you really forget you were looking at suits two weeks ago and my sister had to remind you?” He sighs at my teasing “You’re never going to forget this are you?” “Nope”

That’s the story. Sorry I haven’t uploaded in a while college got in the way. But I thought it would be interesting to see Maddie and Thomas’ relationship after HWU and what their relationship would be like in RCD (considering Hunt is in RCD and my head cannon is it takes place during or just after HWU).

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