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honey-dewey · 4 years ago

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Proposal Imagines

I’m back on my bullshit! This was supposed to be short, but then it took a week and a half to write and is almost twice as long as my longest one shot. Oops. These should all be gender neutral and I hope you enjoy! I got to explore two characters I don’t write for very often, so I’m super excited to present this. And there are like, three uses of (Y/N).

Total Word Count: 8,096

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Din Djarin:

Din fiddled with the jewelry, nerves pulling his stomach into complicated knots. He’d been doing research for months, ever since he’d finally felt like it was the right time to get married. Culturally, marriage was like a retirement sentence for Mandalorians, but he didn’t care. He could bend the rules for you.

Finding what to propose with had been hell. In your culture, proposals were done with rings, but in his, you offered your partner your signet if they had none. He had consulted the Armorer, and she had forged him the necklace he was holding now. It was a good compromise between the two customs, they had both decided

It was solid beskar, a loose collar of sorts, ornate and delicate so it didn’t look like you were a slave. Dangling in the center was his mudhorn signet, which would settle between your collarbones.

Shifting in the grass, Din wondered if he’d chosen the wrong spot. But no, the picturesque fields of Sorgan felt right. It was where you’d met, and hopefully, it was where you’d be wed.

“Cyar’ika?” Din said, seeing you come up the ridge. Grogu was with Omera, so this would be a purely uninterrupted moment. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” You said happily, seeing the world glitter below you. “This is amazing Din. Thank you for bringing me.”

Din took a breath. Your back was to him, and he decided to do this before his cowardice took over. “Cyar’ika,” he said. “Do you know how Mandalorians say I love you?”

You turned, confused. “No?”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.” Din was starting to feel nauseous. He really hoped you said yes. “It’s an indirect translation, but it literally means ‘I know you and hold you in my heart forever.’”

“Din,” you said, putting a hand on his pauldron. “What are you saying?”

Din wanted to cry. “I love you,” he said softly. “More than words in any language can describe. I want you here, safe and by my side forever.” He knelt down, pulling out the necklace and watching your eyes go wide. “I know we live dangerous lives. We could die tomorrow, for all we know. But will you honor my wishes today and become my riddur?”

You nodded immediately, tears glittering in your eyes as Din stood and fastened the necklace around your neck. “Din,” you breathed. “Oh Din it’s beautiful.”

“Indestructible too,” Din said, somehow even more nervous for what came next. “I’m unfamiliar with your marriage traditions, but a Mandalorian marriage is very simple.”

You put a hand on the signet charm. “My wedding customs involve a party and a public exchange of vows.”

“We can do it in town, if you want,” Din offered. “I have vows, words that make a marriage official in the eyes of the Maker. But there is a custom of mine that must be done here.”

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused.

Din put his hands on his helmet, but found that he couldn’t lift it. His arms wouldn’t do it. You, understanding, took a gentle step forward and put your hands overtop his. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

You lifted the helmet slowly, revealing his face inch by precious inch. When it was all exposed, you looked him in the eyes for the first time, taking him in. “Oh Maker,” you breathed. “You- I mean- Your-“ You were clearly at a loss for words. “Brown eyes,” you finally said. “Brown fucking eyes. Din Djarin, you and your eyes will be the death of me.”

Din smiled, and he could’ve sworn he heard you swear under your breath. “I love you.”

You nodded. “Ni- damn, I forget. How do I say it?”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum Din Djarin.”

Marcus Moreno:

To say Marcus was worried about getting married again would’ve been a gross understatement.

He was downright terrified.

You and him had known each other since high school, and had been together for a few years now. You’d been there when his late wife passed, and now he was hoping to marry you.

He just needed one thing first.

“Missy?”

Missy looked up as Marcus slid into her room, looking as nervous as he felt. “Wow Dad,” she said, turning from her desk. “You look horrible.”

Marcus sat on the edge of Missy’s bed. “Come here. I want to talk to you about something important.”

“Is it (Y/N)?” Missy asked as she sat next to Marcus.

“Yeah,” Marcus said. “I love them very much, and I know nothing will ever replace your mother. But, if you’re comfortable with it, I want to ask (Y/N) to marry me.”

Missy smiled. “Dad, they make you happy,” she said. “You don’t need my permission.”

“I know,” Marcus said, pulling Missy into a hug. “But I want to make sure you’re comfortable with me marrying someone new.”

“Well then,” Missy said. “You have my blessing. On one condition.”

Marcus smiled. “What is it?”

“I get to be a flower girl.”

“I think we can arrange that.”

That night, Marcus sent Missy down the street to a friend’s house for the evening. She wished him good luck before skipping out the door, following her friend to her house.

When you came home from work, Marcus was there to pull you close and kiss you, smiling as you laughed. “Someone’s happy to see me,” you said. “You’re not usually home when I get home.”

“I took off today,” Marcus said. “They kept nagging me to take a break, and Missy has off from school too.”

“Where is the little troublemaker?” You asked, shedding your coat and looking around.

Marcus headed into the kitchen, you following him. “Lucy invited her over for the evening,” he said. “I figured we could finally have some adult time. I made dinner.”

You gasped, seeing the food on the table. “Marcus! You didn’t have to!”

“I don’t mind,” Marcus promised, pulling your chair out. “C’mon, don’t let it get cold.”

While you ate, you talked about all sorts of mundane things. Work was the first, and then you complained about the deer that were somehow getting into the garden. Marcus agreed that that was a problem, but promised he’d look into it.

Finally, he was able to take your empty plate and set it in the sink. “Hey babe,” he said, still standing. “I was thinking earlier today.”

“Oh lord,” he heard you say. “Marcus, what’s going on?”

Marcus fumbled with the ring box as he turned and got on one knee. Everything he’d planned on saying, the speech he’d been reciting in his head all day, it was all gone as soon as he saw your face. All he could muster was a small “please?”

“Marcus,” you said softly. “Oh Marcus. Are you okay?”

In truth, no he wasn’t. But he cleared his throat and finally found the ability to speak. “I know,” he said softly. “I know you said we would never need a ring, but I think the time is right, and I love you more than anything in the world.”

You slid out of your chair and knelt in front of Marcus, so you were on his level. “Marcus,” you said, putting your hands on his face. “Are you ready for this?”

Marcus nodded. “I am,” he promised. “And Missy is too.”

“Then yes,” you said, smiling wide. “I can’t wait to marry you Marcus.”

“And I can’t wait to marry you,” Marcus said, pulling you into a tight hug and cradling you close. “Thank you.”

You laughed. “As if I could ever say no.”

You and Marcus stayed on the floor until you heard a familiar voice say, “Did you ask yet?”

“Missy!” Marcus looked up quickly, surprised. “When did you get home?”

“Just now,” Missy said. “Was it a yes?”

You opened your arms, tugging Missy into the hug pile on the floor. “It was a yes.”

Max Phillips:

You loved Max more than anything. He was kind to you, handsome, and an all around good boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that he was undead, which was a surprising perk.

However, lately, he’d been acting really weird.

It was an unsettling kind of weird. He would spend more time than usual away from you, he was definitely hiding something, and he was so damn jumpy and defensive when you asked about it.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Max!” You shouted through your townhouse. “Max! I want to talk to you! Now!”

Max came up from the basement, which had been named his area for vampire shit, so you never entered. “What’s up babe?”

“We’ve been dating for a while now,” you said. “So I know when you’re hiding something from me.”

“Babe,” Max said, almost warningly. “Stop.”

“No!” You said, finally putting your foot down. “What the hell are you doing? You’re in the basement all the damn time, I never see you, and you always act super guilty around me! What the hell?”

Max’s face paled, and he sat at the kitchen table. “Babe. Please, I can’t-“

“Jesus,” you grumbled, already knowing where this was going. “Max! I love you! I love you a lot! But this again?”

“I’m trying to find a way to propose to you!” Max snapped, standing quickly.

You stopped, mouth open. “Propose?”

Max nodded, and you were sure that if he could, he would be crying. “Yeah. Propose.”

“Oh.” You felt oddly guilty for yelling now. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Max mumbled, sitting back down. “I should’ve been more open with you.”

You shook your head, moving closer to Max so you were standing between his legs and he could rest his head on your chest. “Max, I’m sorry I yelled. But I don’t understand. Why were you spending so long in the basement to try and propose?”

“When a vampire takes a human partner, a typical proposal includes a turning,” Max admitted, his words muffled by your shirt. “I was researching and preparing.”

You smiled. “Do I get a ring too?”

Max chuckled a bit, and you were glad to hear it. “Yeah. I found a nice black one with rubies in it. It’s downstairs.”

“You had all of this planned out,” you said, burying your hands in Max’s hair. “Right down to the ring.”

“Right down to the ring,” Max agreed with a smile. “I was going to propose officially this weekend.”

“This weekend,” you murmured. “I’ll clear my schedule.”

On Friday evening, Max finally took you downstairs, clearly nervous. The basement was small, and Max had only made it more cramped by putting what you suspected was a tattoo chair in the room. It had thick leather straps that unnerved you, but from what Max had said last night when he explained turning, you would need them.

“Max,” you said softly, sitting in the chair and watching your boyfriend shuffle around. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” Max said softly, passing a ring box over and over in his hands. “Here.”

The ring inside was beautiful. It was minimalistic, a simple band of black metal with a small ring of tiny rubies that glittered in the artificial lights. “Max,” you said, sliding the ring on. “I love it.”

Max smiled, kissing you. “I’m glad. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Max was very careful strapping you down, and when he was done, he kissed your forehead one last time, mumbling out an apology before sinking his fangs into your neck.

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Max had fed from you before, but this, this burned like someone had injected you with lava. You were sure you were screaming, and then your vision went black.

You woke Tuesday morning, a sharp metal taste on your tongue. Max was beside you, reading a book and blinking very slowly. Even for an undead vampire who needed no sleep, days on end without resting was hell, and it showed on Max.

“Babe!” Max said, noticing you were awake and standing quickly, abandoning his book. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes?” You said, confused. “My stomach hurts, but I don’t want food.”

Max nodded, undoing the straps and helping you sit up. “You’re thirsty. Here, try this.” He handed you a bottle and you chugged half of it, feeling a warmth spread through your body. “Feeling better?”

You nodded, putting the bottle down. “Yeah. Did it work?”

“Yep,” Max said, kissing your forehead. “You’re a vampire, and we’re engaged.”

That sent a giddy feeling through you. “We are going to have the weirdest wedding ever.”

Max laughed. “I agree.”

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

“Babe!” You shouted through the house, knowing Frankie was downstairs. “I’m taking a bath!”

“Oh!” Frankie said, and you could hear him thudding up the stairs. “Use this! I found it off Instagram, well actually Benny found it, but he said you might like it!”

You smiled, taking the black bath bomb. “This is very Game of Thrones-y,” you said, turning the bath bomb over in your hands. It was black, with a vibrant orange stripe around the middle. The entire thing was egg shaped, with small scales that made you fairly certain it was supposed to be a dragon egg.

“Eh,” Frankie said with a shrug. “It wasn’t marketed as a Game of Thrones egg, but I guess it does look really Mother of Dragons-ish.”

You laughed, kissing Frankie on the cheek. “Thank you. I’ll use it. But when I stain the tub, you’re cleaning it.”

Frankie stuck his tongue out at you, and you scrunched your face at him as you closed yourself in the bathroom.

Once the bath was filled, you’d lit a candle, set up a glass of water, and got into the tub, you began to slowly unwrap the bath bomb. The smell was familiar, in a weird way. It smelled like fruit and wood smoke, the same smell Frankie carried on his whenever he went camping and ate an entire pound of strawberries. You smiled, dipping the bath bomb under the water and relaxing as it hissed and bubbled, slowly turning the entire bath black.

The bath bomb was mostly fizzed away when you saw something in the bath with you.

Your immediate reaction was to freak out, but it clearly wasn’t a bug, nor was it anything disgusting. It was a clear plastic sphere with gold inside.

Curious, you scooped the small sphere out and rolled it over in your hands. You’d heard of bath bombs having small surprises in them, and Frankie must’ve not realized. You popped the sphere open, fully expecting a small toy.

You did not expect a ring.

The ring was gorgeous. The metal was a darker grey, with an upside down teardrop shaped gem in the middle that shimmered in all sorts of oranges and pinks and reds. Circled around the round part of the gem was a tiny dragon, almost like it was defending its hoard.

You smiled, setting the ring on the floor and turning back to the sphere. There was one more thing inside. A small slip of gold paper. Written on one side of the paper was care information, the size, the return policy, and on the other side...

“Francisco Morales I am going to kill you!” You screamed, standing and sending water sloshing everywhere.

The other side of the paper read ‘Will you marry me?’

You could hear Frankie laughing on the other side of the door as you quickly wrapped yourself in a towel and yanked the door open. “Explain.”

Frankie was sitting on the floor, a huge dorky grin on his face. “You said you didn’t want a traditional ring. And Benny actually did suggest the bath bomb. Really, if anyone should be in trouble, it should be him!”

“Good god Frankie,” you mumbled, scoping the ring up and examining it. “It’s beautiful.”

“Is it?” Frankie asked, standing to get a better look. “There were ten options. Oh, that one’s my favorite.”

You sighed. “Are you also going to get a dragon ring?”

“Yeah!” Frankie said eagerly, taking his phone out of his pocket. “Mine’s more masculine, but it has the scales, and the stone is the same.”

“You know,” you said, fiddling with the ring. “You never actually asked me.”

Frankie’s eyes went wide. “Do you want me to?”

Smiling, you shrugged. “If you want to.”

Frankie took the ring from you and got down on one knee. “Baby, will you marry me? Even if it is with a dumb dragon ring?”

You laughed, nodding and kneeling down so you could kiss Frankie. “Absolutely Frankie. I will marry you. Dumb dragon ring and all.”

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels:

You sighed, examining yourself in the mirror. You’d chosen one of your favorite formal outfits for tonight, as Jack had asked. He was coming directly from work to pick you up, and you couldn’t wait.

You’d known Jack for a long time, and you’d been there for him through thick and thin. When you started dating, he was reluctant and hesitant. But now, five years later, your relationship was as natural as breathing.

“I’m home!” Jack called through the house, and you rushed out to meet him, kissing his cheek and smiling.

Jack slid a hand down your back as he kissed you properly. “Why hello,” he said smoothly. “Are we ready to go darlin’?”

You nodded, bending down to put your shoes on before righting yourself and shifting a bit to get comfortable. “Yep! Ready to go. Still don’t know where we’re going though.”

“I want to treat my baby on our anniversary,” Jack explained, keeping his hand low on your back as you walked to his car. “We’re going out to dinner.”

It had been so long since Jack had taken you to dinner, and you were surprisingly eager when he helped you into the car. “Where are we going?”

“Out,” Jack said, putting his hand on the center console and grinning as you automatically held it on your own. “It’s a surprise, baby.”

You pouted playfully, smiling as Jack began to drive. Jack was the master of planned surprises, and you had no doubt that this night would be unforgettable.

The restaurant was very nice, something you had assumed considering your current state of dress. Jack even left his hat in the car as he walked out. He had a reservation, and the waiter showed you two to your table with a friendly grin.

“Jack,” you said happily, looking around. “This is lovely.”

“Five years,” Jack replied, taking your hand. “It’s a big number. I wanted to do something special.”

You laughed. “Jack, honey today would’ve been special no matter what.”

The waiter came back, and you two ordered dinner, Jack reassuring you that you could get whatever you wanted.

For a little over half an hour you two talked, ate, and laughed together. Jack told you about work, making you laugh when he told you about how Tequila, who you’d met exactly once, had tried to use Jack’s lasso to grab a chair and accidentally pulled said chair into his face, giving himself a black eye.

Once the food had been eaten and you were considering dessert, you noticed Jack was starting to look nervous. “Jack? Is everything okay?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine. I actually have a question for you.”

“Okay?”

“I’ve loved you for a while,” Jack said, taking your hands. “You make my life so much better and you saved me from living alone and sad. I’ve called you mine in words for fine years now, but I want it to be official.” Jack moved, still holding your hands, and knelt down in front of you. “I know our relationship is rocky, but I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

You swallowed down tears, trying not to cry your eyes out in public. “Jack,” you said softly. “Yes. I will.”

Jack dropped one of your hands and pulled a ring out, sliding it onto your finger.

There was dead silence, and then someone began to clap, starting a tidal wave of noise and congratulations.

The rest of your night was spent in varying states of euphoria. Jack joked, as he led you back to the car, that you two could consummate the marriage in the back of his car.

“Okay casanova,” you said with a laugh as Jack undid his tie and top button of his shirt. “Can it wait until we get home, at least?”

Jack smiled, draping his tie around your neck and pulling you close for a kiss. “No, I don’t think so,” he purred into your ear. “Shall we?”

You pretended to consider. “Y’know what?” You said softly, leaning in so you were speaking directly into Jack’s ear. “I think we shall.”

Ezra:

To say Ezra was a man of many words would’ve been an understatement. He was arguably a man of too many words, each one more elegant than the last. He could come up with elaborate poems basically on the spot, and writing was a piece of cake for him.

So why was he having such trouble trying to find the right words to propose to you?

Ezra sighed, looking at the small ring box with the ring inside. He’d commissioned it custom, so that the stone was one he’d collected on your first prospecting trip together. You were completely unaware of his antics, he hoped. The only thing Ezra had left to do was find the words to propose.

Which was proving to be harder than he’d originally anticipated.

“Ezra?” You said from the other side of the pod. “Ezra? It’s dinner time.”

Ezra sighed, putting the ring in his pocket and pulling aside the divider that separated the pod into rooms. At this point, he was bracing himself for just winging it and hoping he was just as poetic in the moment.

“Hey Ez,” you said, turning when he walked into the kitchen area. “Long day?”

“Is it that obvious starlight?” Ezra said with a laugh. “Today was a lot.”

You smiled, putting a plate in front of Ezra. “Well, at least dinner is done.”

Ezra nodded, tangling his feet with yours when you sat down with your plate. “Starlight, I was thinking today.”

“Oh?” You said around a mouthful of food. “That mind of yours is truly never idle, is it?”

“You know me so well starlight,” Ezra said. “I was thinking about our future.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Our future? Ez, what do you mean?”

Ezra shuffled his feet, still keeping his ankles tangled around yours. “I was filling out paperwork today for my solo job.”

Your face fell. Ezra had been offered a solo job that you were unable to do with him. He’d be away for months, and last time you and him had been apart, he’d been marooned on the Green and came back four years later with one arm missing.

“Oh starlight,” Ezra murmured, taking your hand. “No, it’s not bad my dear. I was reading the papers again. In the fine print, I found something that intrigued me. There is a way for you to accompany me.”

You perked up at that, and he could see the hope in your face. “Really?”

“Yes,” Ezra confirmed. “My starlight, I am allowed to bring family members by blood and by law.”

“By law?” He could see the confusion take over your face. “Ezra, what are you saying?”

Ezra put his hand in his pocket, hoping this wouldn’t all backfire. “Starlight, I’m asking you to marry me.”

You were quiet for a second as he pulled out the ring and held it out. “Ezra,” you breathed softly. “Are you serious?”

“I have loved you for years, starlight,” Ezra said. “And marriage has always been something I wanted to discuss with you. But this job made me realize I want nothing if I can’t share it with you.”

“Oh Ezra,” you said, taking the ring and looming closer at it. “Is this?”

“The first stone we harvested together,” Ezra confirmed. “It is.”

You swallowed hard and smiled. “Ezra. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Ezra carefully put the ring on your finger and pulled you across the tiny table to kiss you deeply. “Thank you my dear. I think you have truly made me the happiest man in the universe.”

“Anything for you, Ezra,” you murmured, already looking forward to a future by Ezra’s side.

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey:

Shane was not a marriage guy. Not in the slightest. You’d asked him once about it, mostly for tax reasons, and he’d immediately told you he wasn’t going to do all that shit for a piece of paper and a ring.

So you’d never brought it up again.

However, you’d been dating Shane for almost seven years, and you’d only just noticed something peculiar about him. He never really wore his jewelry or any of that around your apartment, mostly because when he was home he wasn’t Dio the goth king of New York, he was Shane the weird but funny boyfriend. But you’d noticed when he was taking his rings off one day that he wore one or even two on all of his fingers except for his left ring finger.

“Babe?” You said, sitting beside Shane on the couch while you two watched Jeopardy. “Why don’t you wear your rings in the house?” You’d been playing with Shane’s hand during the movie, and you’d finally managed to ask him.

“I don’t want to bring Dio home,” Shane said, curling his fingers around your hand. “I’ve told you that before. Why?”

You shrugged, still not looking at Shane. “Dunno. Curious.” You traced your index finger down Shane’s ring finger. “You don’t wear a ring here.”

Shane was quiet for a minute before he sighed. “Baby, I don’t want to wear a ring there. Yet.”

“Yet?” You asked, apprehensive.

“One day,” Shane said slowly. “I’d like to get married. But I’m young, and I’m king, you know.”

You smiled. “I can’t rule alongside you?” You asked.

Shane laughed, kissing your head. “Maybe one day you can, my dove.”

The next day, while you were out, you stopped by a small local business that you and Shane both loved. He got most of his Dio clothes at the shop, and you occasionally found something for yourself, like the patched leather jacket that matched Shane’s.

“Hey! It’s the soon to be reigning monarch of New York City!” Marissa said happily upon seeing you come in. “How’s it hanging?”

“Hey Ris,” you said, looking absently at a pair of vintage style pants. “I’m doing good, and so’s Shane.”

Ris smiled. “Only you could have the guts to call the king of New York by his actual name.”

You laughed, leaning on a jewelry case to talk to Ris. “He asked me to! I’ve told you before, he doesn’t bring Dio home with him. He’s a bad influence on my kind, law-abiding boyfriend.”

Now it was Ris’s turn to laugh. “Oh honey,” she said. “Now I know you’ve lost it.” She paused, seeing you looking mesmerized into the case below you. “See something you like?”

“Yeah, actually,” you murmured, pointing to a specific ring. “That.”

Ris pulled the ring out. “It’s Dio’s size,” she said softly.

“Oh Ris,” you mumbled. “Shane and I were talking about marriage yesterday. He said he wasn’t ready yet, but he had that look in his eyes. Y’know the one where he’s hiding something from me.”

“Honey,” Ris said, cutting you off. “If you feel the time is right, go for it. Don’t wait for him to ask.”

That afternoon, you went home with the ring in your pocket. It truly was a very Shane ring. You’d feared it would be overly simple and lost among the heavy and ornate rings Dio wore all day, but the small skull made from a gleaming pearl that was set into the band of dark metal was the perfect balance between Shane and Dio.

All you had to do now was ask.

You planned to ask during dinner, but Shane wasn’t home for dinner. He’d left with his long leather coat, so you could only assume he was out doing Dio things. So, instead of eating dinner with Shane, you ate alone, the ring box growing heavier and heavier in your pocket with each passing minute.

Finally, about halfway through Jeopardy, which you hated watching without Shane, he came home. He looked exhausted, falling onto the couch without taking his rings or coat off. His eyes blinked closed and he let out a long breath.

“Shane?” You asked, scooting and pulling your boyfriend’s head into your lap. “Long day?”

“Too fucking long,” Shane agreed, a smile pulling at his lips when you began to rub his temples, hoping to clear away his headache. “How’s Jeopardy?”

You shrugged. “Boring tonight,” you said. “No good categories.”

Shane yawned, and you carefully took his hands, beginning to take his rings off. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He asked, opening his eyes so he could watch you as you lined each ring up on the coffee table.

You smiled, putting a ring with a heavy bird skull on the table. “How do you wear these all day?” You mused, mostly to yourself. “These rings must weigh a few pounds, at least.”

“You get used to it,” Shane promised, rolling so he could wrap his arms around your waist. “C’mon, I wanna snuggle.”

“Alright,” you said, abandoning the rings. “We can snuggle.”

The next morning, Shane had to leave again, but he was able to delay it so you and him left at the same time when you left for work. As he got dressed, you looked over his ring lineup. Slipping the one you’d bought yesterday into the line, you perked up as Shane came out of the bedroom.

“Looking good,” you said happily, seeing Shane in your favorite, a tight pair of leather pants and a black tank top. “C’mere, I wanna see if I remember where all your rings go.”

Shane sat on the couch, holding out his hands and grinning. You mirrored his grin, starting on his right pinky finger and working your way in. It was easy, considering you’d put them in order yesterday. When you reached his left hand, you started to get nervous. But there was no backing down now.

“And one more,” you said, sliding the skull ring onto Shane’s left ring finger.

He looked down at his hands, confused. “Babe, I’ve got an extra.”

“I know.”

Shane lifted his head, meeting your eyes. “Are you proposing?”

You shook your head. “No!” You said, maybe a bit too quickly. “No, I just, I wanted you to have something to remind you of me while you were out, and-“

“Yes.”

You stopped, voice failing at Shane’s single word. “Yes?”

“Yes,” Shane repeated. “I’ll marry you if you want.”

It took a minute of dead silence for you to understand what Shane was saying, but when you did, you couldn’t hold back the tears. “Shane.”

Shane was equally as emotional as you, his tears running black and making you laugh. “Shane,” you giggled. “Your eyeliner.”

“Oh.” Shane touched his cheek and began to laugh. “Dammit! I’m gonna have to fix that.”

You smiled, pulling Shane in for a kiss. “What if we stayed home today? To celebrate?”

Shane scooped you up, holding you tight against his body as he carried you to your bedroom. “Y’know what? I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Javier Peña:

Having Javier home was the greatest gift of all. He’d been in Columbia for so long that you’d almost forgotten him, the way he laughed and cried and spoke. And then, by some miracle, he came home and to you.

Which was where you were now, home in Texas while Javier received phone call after phone call, and you occasionally caught snippets of the conversations, something about Cali and Columbia. You were scared to ask what that was about, but at the same time, not knowing was killing you.

“Javi,” you said slowly one night, while you were making dinner. “What was that latest call about?”

“Work,” Javier grumbled, coming up behind you and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “I’m sure you’ve figured this out by now, you’re not stupid, but they want me to go back.”

The thought of that chilled your blood. “And they still won’t let me come with you?” You asked hesitantly.

“Probably not,” Javier said. “Circumstances are, if you can believe this, worse than they were when I left.”

You made a face, pulling a pan off the heat and sighing. “Javier,” you said. “What if we got married?”

Dead silence. You almost regretted asking, but you needed an answer.

“No,” Javier said finally, voice sounding strangled. “No. If we were married, you’d be able to come with me, but I won’t allow that.”

“Why?” You were sure he could hear the heartbreak in your voice.

Javier shook his head. “Because what I saw down there was enough to scar me for ten lifetimes!” He said loudly. “And I don’t want that to happen to you.”

You trembled, nodding your understanding. Javier slowly got closer, wrapping you in a hug. “I’m sorry I raised my voice,” he said gently. “But you must understand. It’s not that I don’t love you or don’t want to marry you. But I can’t risk you getting hurt, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

Three weeks later, you waved goodbye to Javier, tears pouring down your face. He looked equally as torn, but he kissed you firmly and promised, just as last time, he would be home again.

And home again he was.

For months, you tended to your house, waiting for the day when you’d hear Javier’s car pulling up on the rough gravel driveway. You almost lost hope more times that you could count, but the promise of having Javier home kept you going. He called, of course, and he wrote letters you put on the fridge. But nothing was the same as having the real Javier beside you.

It was the dead of winter when he returned home. Of course, Texas weather meant that it was still nice and warm out when you heard the car in the driveway. Perking up, you tried to remember if you’d invited anyone to visit.

Peering through the peephole in the door, you sighed, seeing Javier’s oldest sister coming up to the house. “Hey Maria,” you said as you opened the door. “How’re you?”

Maria shrugged. “Good. Missing my little brother, but what else is new?”

You smiled. “Yeah. Come on in. I didn’t know you were coming today.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Maria admitted. “But I was in the area and figured I’d drop by to see how you were holding up.”

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “I’m doing fine. Javi wrote last week, and I’m so sorry, but the AC is completely dead. Do you wanna go outside?”

Maria nodded. “That works. Sucks about your AC.”

You tugged open the sliding door, looking back at Maria. “Eh. It’s fine. Simple fix, I just can’t do it myself.”

As you turned, you felt your stomach drop to your shoes. “Javier?”

Your boyfriend smiled, standing nervously in the yard. “Surprise.”

After a second of stillness, you launched yourself at Javier, laughing and wrapping him in a tight hug. “You’re home!”

Javier hugged you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m home,” he murmured into your skin. “And I have a surprise for you.”

You pulled away, watching Javier take a small box out of his pocket and dropping to one knee. “I’m so sorry,” he said as you gasped softly. “I should’ve asked before I left, and I should’ve taken you with me. I was just scared you’d be hurt, and I didn’t want to risk that. But I see now, I don’t want to go anywhere unless I can have you beside me. So please, my love, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You said happily, falling to your knees and pulling Javier in close. “Yes. I will.”

Javier smiled, kissing you gently. “I figured a late proposal was better than no proposal at all,” he said.

You laughed. “I agree.”

Maxwell Lord:

Max took a breath, trying to calm his racing mind. He’d been doing this periodically for over three hours now, as the clock grew closer and closer to five PM.

Five PM. When he was supposed to pick you up and take you out for the night on a simple Valentine’s Day date. He’d take you to dinner, and then you two would walk around the reflecting pool, taking in the sights of DC at night. Hopefully, Max would work up the courage to get down on one knee then, but with the way things were looking right now, that wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m a coward,” Max groaned into his hands, looking at the clock again. Four thirty.

“Daddy?”

Max immediately sat up, smiling wide as Alistair walked into the room. “Hey!”

Alistair looked at Max’s desk and the ring box sitting next to his lamp. “What’s that?”

“This,” Max said, pulling Alistair into his lap. “Is a ring for (Y/N).”

“Like a wedding ring?”

“Exactly like a wedding ring,” Max said, throat growing tight. “I’m going to ask them to marry me today.”

Alistair smiled. “Will they say yes?”

“I don’t know,” Max admitted. “I hope so.”

“They love you a lot,” Alistair said. “They told me so!”

Max paused. “They did?”

“Mhm!” Alistair nodded. “They told me last night that they love you a lot and they want to spend every day with you.”

Suddenly, Max’s anxieties over proposing melted away a tiny bit. “Thanks for telling me,” he said, kissing Alistair’s cheek. “That made me feel much better.”

At five, Alistair waved good luck to Max as he went to go pick you up, and Max waved back, the ring box heavy in his pocket.

You were waiting on the couch when Max entered the house, still in your pyjamas. “Maxie?”

Max immediately rushed to your side, seeing your lidded eyes and the green tint to your skin. “Babe? Are you okay?”

You nodded, and then shook your head quickly, leaning over and dry heaving into a bucket by the couch. Max rubbed your back, suddenly worried. “Babe?”

When you resurfaced, you looked incredibly guilty. “I’m so sorry Max,” you said softly. “I know you had a lovely date planned out, but y’know how I told you one of my coworkers brought us takeout yesterday? Well the chicken I ate wasn’t good, and me and the other person who ate it have food poisoning.”

Max made a noise of sympathy, shedding his coat and undoing his tie. “Don’t feel bad,” he said. “I’ll reschedule the reservation, and we can go out next weekend.”

You smiled weakly. “Thank you Max.”

Max left you on the couch while he went upstairs to put his pyjamas on. As he changed his pants, the ring box fell out, and Max’s breath hitched. Well there went his plans to propose. He could totally do it next weekend, when you felt better.

“Max?”

Max’s head snapped around, seeing you in the doorway, looking at him with confusion. “Babe!” He said quickly. “Why aren’t you on the couch?”

“I had to use the bathroom,” you said, coming closer. “Is that a ring?”

Max took a breath. No hiding it now. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “It is.”

You winced, and Max helped you sit on the bed. “Were you going to propose tonight?”

Hesitantly, Max nodded.

He heard your breath hitch, and then you started to cry, big hiccuping sobs that broke his heart as he pulled you into a hug. “Shh,” he comforted, rubbing your back as you cried into his bare chest. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“But it isn’t!” You sobbed. “I ruined your proposal!”

Max shook his head. “You haven’t ruined a single thing, my love,” he promised, rocking back and forth the same way he did when Alistair was crying. “None of this was your fault, okay?”

You still cried for another ten minutes, and when you were drained of tears, Max still held you close, allowing you to slump against his body.

“Babe?” Max finally breaks the silence. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you whimpered against his chest. “Feel bad.”

Max sighed. “Physically?”

You nodded.

“How can I help?” Max asked, kissing your forehead. “Do you need water?”

“No,” you said hesitantly. “Just wanna stay here.”

Max smiled, smoothing a hand over your hair. “Okay. We can stay here.”

Late that night, after the sun had set and midnight had come and gone, you were still awake, throwing up as Max held your hair off your face and rubbed your back. “Oh babe,” he said, seeing your face stained in tears. “Hey, I’m right here. I’m never leaving.”

You breathed heavy as Max helped you lean against his chest, your shoulder blades pressing against him, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Max?”

“Yes?”

“Are we engaged now?”

Max blinked a few times. “What?”

You turned, so he could see your eyes. “You had a ring, and said you were going to propose. Can we skip all the fancy shit and just be engaged now?”

“Oh,” Max said, smiling. “Of course. Engaged. I like the sound of that.”

Taking a breath, you fell against Max’s body, limp and exhausted, but oh so very happy. “Engaged,” he heard you murmur. “Sounds good.”

Oberyn Martell:

(We all know Oberyn isn’t about to ever marry anyone. So I present, the next best thing)

You sighed, leaning back against the soft bed and even softer pillows. Ellaria was on your left and Oberyn on your right, both holding you as you breathed heavy, still shivering from the ecstasy they had both just put you through.

Oberyn turned your wrist over and kissed it gently, likely feeling your pulse beneath his lips. “My sun,” he murmured, making your pulse jump. “I was hoping to ask you a question.”

Ellaria smiled, running her fingers gently over the warm expanse of your bare chest. You let your eyes flutter closed, leaning into her touch.

“Ellaria,” Oberyn chastised, a smile in his voice. “Let the little sun focus.”

You hummed. “I can listen,” you promised.

Oberyn nodded, tucking himself closer to you. “My sun, I was hoping you would accompany me and Ellaria to King’s Landing in a week’s time.”

The destination confused you, and you opened your eyes. “I thought Doran was to go to King’s Landing.”

“He has fallen ill,” Oberyn said, tracing the knuckle of his index finger over your temple and down your cheekbone. “I must go in his place.”

Ellaria continued to work her fingers across your skin, her hands dipping low onto your belly and her face curling into a smile as she saw how you reacted to her touches. “The prince would not take you if he thought there would be danger, my sun,” she reassured. “And I’m attending as well.”

A sigh released from your lungs, and you nodded. “I will go,” you decided. “Only if I can have this for as long as I live.”

Oberyn grinned, cat-like and mischievous. “As long as you live?” He asked, sitting up and back on his legs. “Ellaria, do you think we can manage that?”

Ellaria pulled you into her lap, so your back was flush with her stomach, understanding where Oberyn was going. “My prince,” she purred. “My sun. I do believe we can.”

“What do you say, little sun?” Oberyn asked, tracing over the ornate golden collar with the sun charm that you wore. “Shall we worship you forever?”

You nodded, glad Oberyn had given you a chance to say no, you were too tired for this right now. But you weren’t, so you just eagerly accepted his touches, keening when Ellaria’s expert hands joined in.

Oberyn, glowing in the light of the sun that filtered through the curtains, leaned down next to your ear, biting at your earlobe and smiling. “Forever, my sun.”

You gasped, feeling Ellaria’s fingers pinch at your chest. “Forever, my prince.”

Pero Tovar:

Traveling with Tovar and William was nothing less than hellish. The days and nights spent sleeping on sand without any water to wash your throats or bodies, the constant attacks from enemies you didn’t even know you had, the way your stomach rolled when you ran out of food, it was all enough for you to want to stay at whatever town you stopped at and never travel again.

And then you remembered why you’d started traveling with the boys.

Tovar had been your deciding factor, his grumpy face and seemingly insatiable appetite drew you to him, and while it took a while, you were finally able to break through and find his softer side.

You’d been exploring this unknown softness for years now, and although marriage wasn’t something either of you wanted, or in Tovar’s case even knew much about, you had considered asking once or twice.

Now was one of those times. William was in town, bartering for supplies, while you and Tovar remained in the single inn room. It was something you did often, share a single room between the three of you. You and Tovar fought for space on the first small bed, and William took the second one. If there was only one bed, William usually took the floor.

You sighed, carding through Tovar’s hair. He’d been complaining about the length, but you’d told him there was nothing you could do until you reached a town. Now that you were in a town, you were able to sit your grouchy Spaniard down and trim his admittedly overgrown hair.

“Pero,” you said, tossing another mangled chunk of hair into the fireplace. “What do you want from life?”

“You’re getting awfully philosophical,” Tovar noticed, wincing when you tugged on a particularly stubborn hair mat. “Why?”

You shrugged. “Sit still,” you said firmly. “I was just thinking, you bastard.”

Tovar grumbled a bit, squaring his shoulders and doing his best to stay still. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “What I want.”

“A lover?” You asked cautiously, and Tovar jerked in surprise, causing you to nick his ear with your scissors. “Christ! Pero! I could’ve cut your ear off!”

Tovar pressed a hand to his ear, stopping the flow of blood. “Well don’t surprise me like that!” He countered.

“Oh I’m sorry that the notion of taking a permanent lover scares you!” You yelled back, standing and walking as far from Tovar as you could get in the small room. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling a dreadful emptiness in your stomach.

“Hey,” Tovar said softly, stepping closer. “Are you okay?”

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears. “Yeah.”

Tovar put an arm around you. “Don’t lie,” he murmured, pulling you close. “What’s wrong?”

“I just,” you said, voice wavering. “I don’t want us to be a mystery Pero. I want there to be a word for us.”

“Like married?”

Tovar’s words caught you off guard, and you couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. “Yeah. Like married.”

“Amor,” Tovar said softly, running his hand down your spine. “I love you, you know. I love you a lot. But marriage, it’s hard for people like us. No priest worth his salt will bless us, and I cannot afford a ring.” The best I can offer you is me.”

“Pero,” you breathed. “All I need is you.”

You and Tovar remained in each other’s embrace for a while before you finally pulled away to treat his bleeding and finish his hair. You were working on a really knotted section on the back of Tovar’s neck when William returned, smiling at you two. “Look what I found!”

He spilled the contents of a small leather coin purse onto his bed, revealing a few coins, two small blank rolls of parchment, and a glittering ring made of gold.

Tovar picked up the ring and handed it to you. “You wanted a ring.”

The ring didn’t fit your fingers by any means, but you laced it onto a strip of leather and put it around your neck, smiling. “Thank you Pero.”

You turned Tovar to the fire once more, determined to finish your job. As you stood between his legs, working on his fringe, he leaned forward and kissed the ring where it rested on your sternum. “I suppose this means we’re married.”

“I suppose it does,” you agreed, stepping back and tossing the last chunk of matted hair into the fire. “Looking good.”

“Good enough to marry?”

You laughed. “Yes Pero. Good enough to marry.”

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tinykings · 4 years ago

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tagged for this fanfic meme by the lovely @terribleoldwhitemen, who I have personally learned and gained so much from writing-wise, tbh. thanks, friend!

1) how many works do you have on AO3?

50!!! As of today, tomorrow (hopefully) it will be 51. 😉

2) what’s your total AO3 word count?

92,479…I write lots of small fics, tbf.

3) how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

in ao3? which is the only place I’ve published, currently: 26 fandoms, apparently…and it’s kind of all over the place. lots of one-shots in various fandoms. the most extensive ones I’ve written for are The Expanse, The West Wing, Turn, and Frontier.

4) what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

“Open Your Eyes” (Fem!Q/Bond, which is like one of the first things I ever posted, nearly eight years ago at this point)

“tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts” (Casablanca, one of my personal faves)

“you don’t have to be a ghost here among the living, you are flesh and blood, and you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given, and oh how much” (The Terror, look, I was on a lyrics kick)

“i’m no hero, i just like punching people in the face” (Ted Lasso, bless Trent/Ted, kings of my heart)

“Look for the Helpers” (another Terror fic, which I personally don’t love, but hey. glad people like it! thanks for y’all’s support as I bumble along)

5) do you respond to comments, why or why not?

unless someone is being an ass, of course! I love talking to people under any circumstances, but especially about my work!!

6) what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

uh. hm. I suppose “Fever 1793” for Frontier, where, on a depressed whim, I killed off Cobbs in the Philadelphia Yellow Fever epidemic of 1793. OOPS. I still kinda feel bad about that.

7) what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

well…I’m not much for purely happy, but I feel like the first Bellevue fic I wrote, “because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart” gives a “happy” ending in so much as the two characters who should’ve ended up together end up together.

8) do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

for the most part, no. I did start writing an Expanse/Harry Potter fic, but there’s not a lot of crossover, mostly just set in the universe itself. like, Harry Potter himself isn’t gonna show up.

9) have you ever received hate on a fic?

never directly. (I have received weird comments, though.) I’ve seen strong dislike on Tumblr itself (mostly related to Chrisjen/Sadavir), but eh. Let them fume, chemistry is chemistry is chemistry, Jesse.

10) do you write smut? if so what kind?

no, I am a master of fade to blacks, and by master, I mean I rely on them like a CRUTCH

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

someone offered to translate a poem once, and I said sure, but I never heard anything else…but if they did translate it, bravo, good for them, translating is hard, and I personally can’t do it.

13) have you ever co-written a fic before?

not officially…I’ve definitely collab’d on broader AU ideas with friends (shout out to @terribleoldwhitemen in particular)

14) what’s your all time favorite ship?

I literally will not answer that because 1) impossible and 2) the first one that springs to mind is kind of. Embarrassing.

15) what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

FOR WANT OF A FUCKING NAIL. Maybe I will…MAYBE.

16) what are your writing strengths?

dialogue, capturing character’s voices, internal narratives (I think? I hope?)

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

sustaining a plot, anything remotely smutty, and yeah, I’ll agree, FINISHING THE DAMN THING

18) what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’ve done brief snippets of other languages, but only with quite a bit of research. I’ll probably never write full on conversations, because I’m not fluent in ANYTHING. (Except for English.)

19) what was the first fandom you wrote for?

…that goes back to my all-time favorite ship answer. I’ll just say…tsbc. if you can decipher that, yeah. YEAH.

20) what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

oh gosh. all of them? because I’m vain, and also because I really write fics for myself and like, two other people, so I like going back and re-reading all of them! but if I was pushed? I’m really fond of a fic for The West Wing, “Foxholes and the Oval,” where Lord John Marbury gets to talk to Leo post-heart attack. I like fics that fill badly needed holes. (HA.)

tagging, and I hate to leave anyone out, but i literally cannot remember who else on my dash writes fic who hasn’t already been tagged in this: @illumizoldycksonlyfans, @aurel1us, @tormvnd ...if you haven’t been tagged and would like to be, please let me know!

#ficventures #asked and answered

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soundtrack-scribe · 6 years ago

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Midnight

A/N: Anon request- Can you write a short fic where your the love interest in a music video for them and you play all of their girlfriend but they dunno ur cheating then they corner you. Ig it could be to like Midnight and then after the shoot u find urself falling for Ashton.

I fell for him during the shoot, but I think the overall idea is still there. Hope you like it! Feel free to give me feedback, guys

And away, and away we go!

~~~

I tried to settle my nerves as I walked towards the set. Trying to make it big in LA as an actress was about to pay off. Okay, so a music video wasn’t necessarily the big time I had imagined for myself, but it was a well-known band.

I had dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt with slip-on shoes, not bothering to do too much appearance wise, knowing production would turn me into the heartthrob leading lady the music video was having me play.

Yeah, my first big time was the love interest in a music video where I was everybody’s love interest. And a cheater… Great, I was creating a bad girl rep. Well, better the girl that screws everyone over than gets screwed over herself.

~~~

“So, you’re the girl, huh?” a voice said behind me.

I turned, pressing a hand to my mouth to covering my chewing, hurriedly swallowing the chips I had just crammed in there. “Mmm, mhm,” I mumbled. “Sorry, hi,” I said to the tall man standing before me. Even if I didn’t recognize him, which I did, the drumsticks clenched in one fist was a dead giveaway. “I’m Y/N. You must be Ashton,” I said, dusting my chip crumbs off my fingers on my jeans before I offered him my hand to shake.

“Ash is fine,” he said, shaking my hand. “Everyone calls me that.”

“Nice to meet you, Ash,” I smiled, feeling my heart race in my chest. I was a lucky girl to play the love interest to this cutie and his equally cute band mates.

“Chips, huh?” he smirked, reaching past me to grab a small handful and put them in his own mouth.

“Eating helps calm my nerves.”

He swallowed and then let out a giggle I was all too familiar with. “Good. We need more actresses who can eat.”

“The industry's tough, and eating disorders are no laughing matter.”

“I wasn’t suggesting otherwise. It’s just normally I spend a lot of time making sure the girls in our videos are eating.”

“Oh, that’s very big brother-y of you. But, I’m good, thanks.”

“Cool. And for the record, you don’t need to be nervous. You’re not shooting any scenes today.”

“I’m not?”

He gave a shake of his head, the single brown lock not obeying the confines of hair product swaying wildly. “Nah, we’re playing the song a few times to get the different angles, figure out which shots were gonna use. Then, tomorrow we’ll do the acting bit.”

I frowned, pulling a script out of my back pocket, flipping through it. “I think I’m supposed to be dancing in those shots.”

He brought a hand to his mouth in thought. “Hmm, maybe. Either way, 1.) don’t be nervous and 2.) you should come out with us tonight when we wrap from the day.”

“Hang out with you? And the rest of your band? Really?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Builds better on-screen chemistry.”

There was no arguing with that logic. I wanted to do a good job on this, so I’d get more jobs in the future. Plus, it was an offer to hang out with 5SOS. No way I was passing that up.

~~~

“Hey, we’re gonna roll out,” Ashton told me, once we were done for the day.

I wiped a hand across my mouth to catch the water that had spilled out from my too big of a sip of water. “Cool, um, text me the address, and I’ll meet you guys there.”

He scoffed. “Nah, c’mon.”

“I…” I pointed in the direction of my car. “I…”

“They’re making you drive here every day? Cheap fucks… No. I’m putting you up in the hotel with us.”

“I don’t live far…”

“I don’t care. We sometimes work long hours, and you already look exhausted. You’re not driving home every day to get a few hours of sleep when you can stay with us across the street.”

It was true. After dancing around to them playing the same song, even my dancer’s body was wiped. But, his offer was too much. I’d never be able to afford to pay for a hotel for however long this took, and I wasn’t the type to accept help I couldn’t repay “Ashton, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s Ash, and I know I don’t have to. I want to. Now, c’mon, love interest, let’s hit the town.”

If he kept looking at me like that, my feelings were going to transfer off-screen real fast.

~~~

“You move gracefully,” Calum told me as we sat on the floor of the hotel room a few nights later. “Like it feels natural when I spin you around in our scenes. You’re a nice change of pace from other girls we’ve worked with.”

I laughed, thinking back to earlier. All my scenes with the boys had been different, highlighting the boys’ individual personalities. All of my playful bed scenes with Luke transformed into whatever scene I had with the other boys: dancing with Calum, videogaming with Mike, and a view of the city with Ashton. Each was sensual and playful in it’s own way, and they all transformed into the same sad shot of the boys rolling over in bed hoping to find me. “Thanks,” I said, “You got some moves yourself, Cal.”

“Is that part of your training or whatever? Like they teach that in actress school?” Mike asked.

I laughed. Actress school. “I mean, I majored in theatre arts. But, I went to a regular college. I didn’t go to like Juilliard, or NYADA, or something. Just a regular state school. But, yeah. Part of that education was dance based. Ballet, tap, modern,” I said, checking off all the types of dancing I had done, “Your basic stage stuff.”

“Ballet?” Luke asked.

“Yes, not all of us are magically gifted at lifting our long ass legs in the air while wearing skinny jeans. Some of us have to work at it.”

The blue-eyed blond laughed. It was a cute laugh. He was cute. They were all cute. But my interest was locked on the hazel-eyes man with the boyish giggle.

~~~

“Alright, Y/N,” the director was telling me. “You just locked eyes with all your boyfriends, and they’re realizing that they’ve all been dating you, and that you’ve been playing all of them.”

“So, am I scared?”

“Play it however it feels right to you.”

“10-4, boss man,” I said.

“Alright, places!”

I jumped in place on my mark, shaking out my nerves. This was it. I had been given complete creative control over my character. And she was gonna go for the plot twist that hopefully would translate my on-screen love affair into an off-screen one.

“And action!”

The last chords of the song rang out and the boys- after sharing a look mixed with confusion, then anger- moved from their stage setup and across the floor to me.

I offered a waggle of my fingers as all four men stalked towards me, an “oops?” smile on my lips.

They either glared, rolled their eyes, or crossed their arms as they stopped in front of me.

I shot a wink at them before I closed the distance between Ashton and me. I jumped a little to get my arms around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist as I planted a kiss on those lips I’d been thinking of kissing for days.

For not expecting this move, Ashton responded in an instant, one arm wrapping under my ass and the other across my back to hold me to him, which is what I expected would happen. What I didn’t expect was for him to kiss me back, his tongue opening my mouth to mingle with mine.

“Alright, cut!” someone called out, but Ashton and I didn’t care. We we’re busy.

“Ashton! Y/N!”

We broke apart then, me still in his arms, both of us breathless and giggling. “Well, that wasn’t in my script,” Ashton told me.

“Improv, my dear boy,” I told him, leaning out of his arms to dip towards the floor, able to support my weight with just my legs around the waist.

“Whoa, there,” he said, dipping with me and bringing us both up, but still not setting me down on my own feet, which was more than fine by me. I liked being in his arms.

“He’s right, Y/N. That wasn’t in the script,” the director was telling me.

“But, we’re keeping it right?” Mike asked, already watching the scene play over on one of the screens.

“Yeah, this shot is gold, mate,” Calum told him.

“Our faces are perfect,” Luke said.

Ashton carried us over to look for ourselves.

I saw myself wink before my body leapt forward at Ashton, his hands instinctively catching me. The shock on his face melted into something that looked like relief, as my lips attached to his, his body relaxing into the kiss. The shock on the other boys’ faces was pure disbelief and then a small shrug of acceptance. It was the perfect unscripted shot. “Oh, that’s going in the finished product,” Ashton said.

The director sighed.

“You said play whatever felt right,” I told him, refusing to let him make me feel bad for my choice. “Showing that I chose one of them felt right. So I chose.”

“You chose? Or your character chose?” Ashton smirked at me.

“Kiss me again off camera, and find out,” I winked.

#mindnight #ashton irwin #ash blurb #anon request #5sos #galcal irwin

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tibbinswrites · 6 years ago

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Here I am *dramatic music*. This my turn with the prompt thing muhaha. So, you know me, I'll ask for Destiel because I love the way you write about these two dorks. And... Number 2! Because I'm really curious about the beginning of the list, and because this is my lucky number. So, HOPEFULLY, I wish I will not suffer too much with this one haha. Take care hun xoxo

Hello you lovely being!

I’ve been working on this today, I hope you like it!

And there’s only a teensy bit of suffering. Barely there, really... a minuscule amount of angst ;)

Thanks so much for sending me a prompt!

(prompts are still open. Send me a number between 1 and 635 and I’ll write a thing for you)

Enjoy ^_^

Prompt #2: “I can’t sleep without you here…”

Wandering the halls of the bunker at night was usually Cas’ thing, but tonight Dean had taken over the duty. Cas was in Alabama, chasing a lead on another fallen angel that had gotten into some difficulty or other. Always trying to redeem himself for things long forgiven, that one. Things were quiet overall, though Dean hadn’t been sleeping well the past few nights, or at all really. They’d only just returned from a hunt, a quick rogue shifter case, and it had almost ended in disaster when Dean had been too tired to notice the eye flare on the security footage of the beautician’s parlour, meaning that he’d ended up tied to one of those stupidly heavy chairs with a creepy, alien-style hairdryer thing over his head while Sam did battle with it before it could follow through with its new hobby of skinning people. It its own twisted logic, trying to help them change.

Dean shuddered as he walked, the hallway was cooler than the temperature controlled rooms, which sucked in the winter but now, in early fall, it was actually quite nice. He’d been walking back and forth for fifteen minutes and he was already bored. How did Cas do this all night? Sure, Dean could pull an all-nighter when there was definitely something to watch out for. He could patrol and keep watch and all that, but when things were fine? He was just wandering aimlessly and it was boring. He ended up in the kitchen with a beer in front of him, because that was always the risk he took by getting bored.

Sam had given him a hard time on the drive back home. The drive wasn’t a long one, but it was enough for a stony silence followed by an earful of little brother guilt trip. “I’m not losing you to something so stupid, Dean. Come on, you know better than that, you saw the tape, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m just tired,” was all he could say in return. It was the only defence he had, and a poor one at that. Tired was a Winchester staple. They were both tired. Dean just hadn’t slept.

He knew the reason behind it too, and it wasn’t because of the lack of memory foam on the hunt. He figured that Sam had guessed it, but no matter how pissed he was at Dean for dropping his guard, he was too tactful to mention it.

Dean took a quick pull of his beer and then fished his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts before he could think better of it.

It rang four times before Cas picked up.

“Dean? Are you alright?”

“Heya, Cas, what, I can only call if there’s danger?”

“Of course not but it’s almost three in the morning.”

Dean winced and pulled the phone away from his ear to check the time. Yep, 2.47 am. Oops.

“Am I interrupting something?” He said instead of the more socially acceptable apology, because Cas didn’t sleep, and he always kept his phone in his coat pocket, but it had rung four times before he answered, which meant that he wasn’t wearing the coat, and that was unusual.

“I was talking with Jameriel. She’s reluctant to trust me, so I’ve called in Jo for reinforcements and we’re waiting for her to arrive.”

“So… just passing the time, huh?”

“I suppose.” Cas sounded confused, that worried kind of confusion when he thought he was missing something important that would change the context of the conversation if only he could grasp it. There was the sound of movement on the other end of the line, the scrape of a chair and footsteps that changed from carpet to tile, the soft, crackly click of a door closing, “Are you alright? Did you close on that shifter case?”

“Yeah, yeah, we got the thing.” Dean said. “Almost made a lab rat out of me but we’re both good, got back around noon, not injured.”

“Good,” Cas said, his tone wary. “So is there a reason you’re calling me at almost three am?”

“Oh, just passing the time.” Dean said with a very fake airy laugh and he heard Cas’ frown deepen through the phone.

“You’re not an angel, Dean, you need to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Have you tried?”

“You know what? I never thought of that.”

“Dean,” Cas sighed, and Dean didn’t feel like so much of a smartass as he did a jackass. “Are you having nightmares?”

“To sleep, perchance to dream.”

“What?”

“Shakespeare, man, A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

Cas said nothing and it was Dean’s turn to sigh.

“I’m gonna tell Sam you’ve never seen a Shakespeare play. That’ll teach you.”

“Teach me what?”

“I dunno. I’m tired. Shut up.”

Cas let out a disapproving little huff. “Why can’t you sleep, Dean? Tell me.”

Dean took another swig of his beer.

“It’s stupid.”

“You say a lot of stupid things.”

“Dick,” Dean chided fondly. “Yeah, but this is… stupid.”

Damn, Cas knew the power of a good silence. Dean withstood perhaps half a minute before he broke. “It’s you,” he confessed.

“Me?”

“Yes, asshole. I can’t sleep without you here.”

There was a small sound, the crack of a smile. “I miss you too, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well I miss sleep so get your ass back here as soon as you can, alright?”

“I should be back tomorrow evening. I won’t be needed here when Jo arrives. Jameriel is very suspicious of me and all I’ve done against Heaven. She’s struggling to adjust to humanity but she doesn’t want to return. She’s afraid of what will become of her home if its current angels aren’t enough to keep it going.”

Dean couldn’t help but feel a little glow of happy in his gut when Cas called Heaven ‘her home’, as though it was no longer that for him, as though he knew his home was somewhere else.

“It’s not your fault, Cas.”

Cas said nothing for a long moment. Then,

“I want to hold you.”

Heat flamed through his cheeks at Cas’ blunt words and he instinctively glanced around to make sure he was alone before answering, his voice almost a whisper.

“I’d like that.”

“I wish I could help you sleep from here.”

“I can wait.”

Cas didn’t like that answer if the irritated hum was anything to go by. “You’ve never had an issue sleeping alone before.”

“Yeah, that was before.” Dean emphasised the word, still not able to say it aloud, not willing to label what was now and what had changed to make it so.

“This could become a problem.”

“It is a problem,” Dean said immediately. “I’m off my game. I can’t be off my game.”

“I understand.” Cas said, sounding anxious now.

“So you’ll just have to stay,” Dean said firmly. “When you get back. I need you around. At least for now, okay? I’ll get better. It’ll get easier. I’m not gonna stop you doing what you need to do, I just... I need this to become real.”

He hoped Cas could figure out what he meant from that. He didn’t want to latch onto the guy like a barnacle but since they had started this… this, they hadn’t exactly had the time to adjust to it. Cas had too many self-appointed missions, and the brothers still had hunts and Dean just couldn’t quite believe it yet. So he couldn’t sleep, because if he woke up, he was afraid all this would vanish too.

“Sleep in my room tonight,” Cas suggested. “It might help. I miss your smell of an evening, perhaps mine will calm you.”

Dean was oh so glad it was almost three am and that Sam wasn’t even on this plane of consciousness right now, because if he was as red as he felt, then Sam would tease him about it until their final dying day, and then come and find him wherever he ended up just to tease him there too.

“Yeah, okay,” was all he said. “Night, Cas.”

“Goodnight Dean.” Cas said, gentle and warm and Dean could imagine the softness to his eyes and it made his own itch.

He hung up and pressed a hand over his mouth as he yawned before standing and walking out of the kitchen, leaving his mostly-full beer behind.

Cas’ room didn’t have much in the way of a smell, Cas didn’t sweat after all, but there was a lingering sense of calm that made Dean instantly feel every second of his exhaustion.

He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and when he dreamed, it was of blue eyes.

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kurokoros · 6 years ago

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I loved you every mile (you drove away) 1/2 | rm x oc

Title: I loved you every mile (you drove away)

Rated: T

Words: ~3.5K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle X Lydia Boyd

Summary: Being stranded in a car with her ex wasn’t really on Lydia’s agenda. Realizing she’s still hopefully in love with him definitely wasn’t part of the plan either.

AN: For @southsidewrites who I love very much! I saw the “Stranded” prompt for Camp Riverdale and absolutely had to write this one!

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“You aren’t paying for me to Uber four hours back to Riverdale, are you?” Lydia asks suspiciously. She pauses curling her hair to glance at her phone, Face Time open.

On the other side of the screen, Jubilee Jones rolls her eyes. “No, I didn’t pay for an Uber. You think I have that kind of money laying around? I work at a florist shop and bartend on weekends.” The brunette is blocked from view by a big, orange tabby cat investigating the phone.

Lydia grins as Jubilee scoops up the cat and plops him on her lap. “How am I supposed to know? All you said was ‘don’t bother getting your car fixed, or spending money on a bus, I’ve got it covered.’ ” Honestly, that had been something of a relief. It would have cost a fortune to have the old car fixed and the guys down at the shop wouldn’t have been able to get it in until tomorrow morning, and by then it would have been too late. “How am I getting to Riverdale anyway?”

Jubilee scratches under the cat’s chin as she shifts, tucking her legs beneath her. “I had a… friend in the area that said they could give you a ride.”

Lydia sends her a look. Because that’s not cryptic at all.

“Do I know this friend?” Lydia turns off her curler and unplugs it, checking to make sure her bag is ready. She doesn’t have much, just a change of clothes for the weekend and some toiletries, but she should be fine.

“You could say that.” Lydia frowns, about to ask what that means when Jubilee sits up. “Looks like he’s there!” The cat jumps from her lap and plods away.

Shaking her head, Lydia scoops up her bag and lifts her phone from the vanity, heading for the window to see who it is. Hopefully, Jubilee didn’t send one of the Southside Serpents to pick her up. As much as she’s grown to like members of the gang, she’s not sure her neighbors would appreciate it.

Lydia’s mouth drops open when she recognizes the car that pulls up in front of her apartment steps. The familiar, black, 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle slows to a stop, parks, and though she can’t see who it is in the front seat through the windows, she knows exactly who it is.

Jubilee goes suspiciously quiet over face time and her lips twitch in amusement as Lydia stares out the window with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. “Okay,” the other brunette starts slowly over the phone, “so I know you’re probably panicking right now, but—”

“Jubilee, what the hell?” Lydia glares at her friend as she ducks away from the window, praying he didn’t see her. “Why is Reggie Mantle parked outside my apartment?”

She has a sinking feeling she already knows the answer, which is only confirmed by the mischievous glint in her friend’s eyes. “He’s your ride to Riverdale,” Jubilee explains simply, looking far too calm for the words coming out of her mouth. Probably because she’s the one that gave Reggie her apartment address in the first place.

“No,” Lydia responds immediately. “No. Nope, this is not happening.” Not today Satan.

Jubilee sighs, her eyes rolling as she sinks back into her chair. “Lydia,” she starts, caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, but Lydia immediately shakes her head. “Come on, it’s not—”

“No,” she repeats, peeking around the curtain again. She almost swears when she sees him getting out of the car. “Absolutely not, Jubilee.” Again, she ducks away from the window. “I’m not going to catch a ride home with my ex.” Maybe she can just pretend she’s not home. He’ll have to leave eventually if she does that. “I’m not going.”

Jubilee’s eyes widen as Lydia mutters to herself. “What? Lydia Tabitha Boyd, you are not skipping my wedding because of a breakup from almost two years ago.”

“Oh, please,” she says without thinking, “like this will be your only wedding.”

“Lydia.” Oops, too far.

She cringes. “But, Jubilee,” she whines, dragging out the other girls name and pouting. Maybe she can appeal to Jubilee’s softer side today and she really will pay for an Uber to pick her up.

But Jubilee only grins at her. “Buckle up, bitch, it’s a long drive to Riverdale.” Before Lydia can retaliate, Jubilee disconnects and the screen goes dark.

Lydia just stands there for a second, weighing her options and trying not to panic. The way she sees it, she can either be stuck in a car with her ex for a few hours and be a bridesmaid at one of her best friend’s weddings, or she can skip the wedding, piss off Jubilee, and suffer her wrath.

Neither is appealing.

Deciding she’d rather not piss off an already stressed bride-to-be, Lydia sighs and shoves her phone into her pocket. She takes a deep breath, silently prays that this doesn’t end up being a disaster, and shoves open her front door, locking it behind her.

She can do this.

He doesn’t notice her at first, fully engrossed in tapping away at his phone—he’s probably texting Jubilee, that traitor—and Lydia takes a moment to just look at him as she walks up to his car. It’s been a little over a year and a half since they broke up at the tail end of their college days and though she’s loath to admit it, Reggie looks just as good as the last time she saw him. Maybe even better. He’s always looked like a knock-off Calvin Klein model, all biceps and abs that make you want to lick them. And right now, even wearing sweatpants and a tight T-shirt, he looks pretty damn delicious, if she’s being honest with herself.

For a second, she can’t remember why they ever broke up in the first place.

Reggie finally tears his eyes from his phone, noticing her for the first time. He grins and straightens from where he’s leaning up against his car. “Hey, Angel.” Her heart skips at the old pet-name. “You look like you could use a ride.” He has the audacity to wink at her.

Ah, yes. That’s why.

The smile on her face is tense. “Hi, Reggie.” Why couldn’t it have just been an Uber? She’d rather pay some ridiculous fee than be stuck in a small car for four hours with Reggie Mantle. Of all people why did Jubilee have to ask him to give her a ride?

Scratch that, Lydia knows why. This is punishment for getting wine drunk at their last girl’s night and moping the entire time.

Reggie’s smile only widens. “Lyds,” he greets her, looking her up and down briefly and making her squirm internally. She almost regrets her choice of shorts, a tank-top, and sandals. Almost. The way his eyes linger on her legs definitely make up for it. “Can I just say you’re looking—”

“Reggie,” she says, stern.

His expression is all puppy-dog eyes. “Yeah?”

Lydia sighs. She can’t believe she’s saying this but, “just get in the car.”

He grins at her again. “Yes, ma’am.”

Lydia desperately hopes she isn’t blushing as he unlocks the car. Reggie waits for her to throw her bag in the backseat and slide into her familiar spot in the passenger seat of his car before following her. The car is started without a word from him, and Lydia doesn’t know what’s worse, the silence or one of his dumb jokes.

Reggie turns on the radio to some hip hop station that makes her eye twitch with annoyance, but she keeps her mouth shut. Out of the corner of her eye she catches Reggie smirking, clearly pleased with himself.

It’s going to be a long drive.

For the first hour, the car is relatively quiet. Lydia busies herself with staring determinedly out the window in an attempt to ignore him and Reggie sings along quietly with the radio, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the beat of a song she doesn’t recognize. It’s rap or hip-hop, the beat loud and fast enough that she can feel it pumping through her veins.

She’s pretty sure her ears are going to start bleeding soon.

She’s texted Jubilee twice, but she hasn’t responded. Either she’s avoiding Lydia because this is a setup or she’s busy with wedding plans—or busy with Sweet Pea, but Lydia doesn’t want to think about that.

They’re only an hour into the drive and she’s already losing her mind.

Lydia considers pulling out her headphones and grabbing the book she shoved into her bag earlier, but doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He knows she doesn’t listen to music like this. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, Lydia watches as Reggie bobs his head to the music, mouthing the words. As if feeling her gaze, Reggie’s brown eyes lock with hers, a smug smile growing on his face.

The asshole winks at her and Lydia huffs and looks away before he can see the blush creeping up her neck.

“Would you turn that shit down?” she snaps at him, heat prickling along her skin. With her arms folded across her chest, Lydia refuses to look at him again, hoping she sounds more irritated than flustered.

Reggie reaches for the radio and she sighs, thinking he’s finally going to turn down that awful music and stop the assault on her ears. Before she can relax though, Reggie cranks the music louder. “What?” he shouts over the music. “Did you say something?”

“Reggie, I swear to God,” she manages to choke out, shivering as the smooth tone of his voice curls down her spine like a physical touch. God, how is she still so affected by his voice after all this time?

He blinks at her innocently. “Isn’t that blasphemous?”

“Reggie!”

A large grin pulls at his lips and he turns back to the road. “Sorry, babe, can’t hear you.”

The pet-name rolls from his tongue so easily that she almost doesn’t realize he’s said it. But then it hits her in the chest. A sharp, quiet inhale escapes Lydia, a hiccup that can’t be heard over the music. Reggie seems to realize it too a second later, and his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. Lydia bites her bottom lip and wonders if that still drives him crazy.

(It does.)

Being in this car is taking her back to memories she’s tried so hard to forget. Sneaking into the church back in Riverdale. A midnight drive along the coast when he was going to South Florida. The two of them on a quiet beach, their toes sinking into the wet sand and sticking to them like a second skin. The air, sticky and humid as they lay between the sheets, naked limbs intertwining despite the thin layer of sweat clinging to them. Even after almost two years she can still feel the tickle of his fingers trailing along her thigh, the heat of his breath against her neck as he moaned her name.

The echo of his touch makes her shiver with anticipation but she shuts the feeling down before it can fester. The last thing she needs is to dwell on Reggie Mantle and his hands and voice and mouth.

Lydia yanks the book out of her bag as well as a pair of headphones, steadfastly ignoring him even as Reggie’s grin grows wider.

Lydia begins to regret her decision exactly thirty minutes later when her stomach starts to flip sickly. The thrumming bass of Reggie’s music is giving her a headache and the vertigo is quickly catching up to her. Just great. She shifts in her seat, fiddling with her fingers in her lap after slipping her book back into her bag. Taking deep breaths through her nose, Lydia wills herself not to throw up all over herself and the interior of Reggie’s car. As much as she’d like to get back at him for being an annoying pest, she really doesn’t want to smell like vomit for the rest of the drive.

Subtly, Lydia glances at Reggie. He stares straight ahead out the window. Lydia crosses her arms and bites her lip again. Reggie’s gaze briefly snaps to her.

After a few minutes of her silent squirming, Reggie finally takes pity on her and pulls into a gas station off the highway. Or maybe he’s just worried about her puking in the car. Regardless, she’s grateful.

Lydia tries not to visibly sigh in relief as they turn into the lot. “Why are we stopping?” Already her stomach is starting to settle and she could kiss Reggie for pulling over.

He turns the car toward the pumps and sends her a look. “Gas,” he tells her shortly, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

Liar. “You have over half a tank left,” Lydia says, gesturing to the dashboard. And she’s been in this car enough time to know how far they can drive without needing to get gas. Besides, the tank was full when he picked her up.

Reggie’s finger tap against the steering wheel as he avoids her gaze, fiddling with the keys after shutting the car off. “Yeah, and we’re going to be driving for like two more hours. So, unless you want us to run out of gas on the way there…” he trails off expectantly and Lydia rolls her eyes.

Her phone lights up with a text from Jubilee and she waves off his sass. “Okay. Whatever.” Lydia unlocks her phone and unbuckles her seat-belt. “I’m going to run inside quick.” She slides out of the car without waiting for a response and slams the door shut behind her.

She’s halfway across the parking lot before Reggie throws open his car door and calls after her, “grab me a donut!”

“No!” she shouts back.

“Lydia!”

The chiming of the bell above the door drowns out anything else he might have said.

She doesn’t browse the convenience store for long, walking around just long enough for her stomach to settle. Reggie must be done with the car by the time she’s gotten herself a to-go cup of coffee and a bag of skittles, but he doesn’t come looking for her, and she’s grateful for that.

Being in that car with him is suffocating in ways she doesn’t remember them ever being before. Things are still so easy between them, and she hates that. Because they broke up. Because she should have moved on by now, but there’s a little part of her that refuses to. Because he’s Reggie Mantle of all people and he drives her crazy in the best and worst ways.

There’s still a long two hours before they get to Riverdale and she’s already frazzled.

Shaking her head, Lydia plops her things down on the counter, flashing the cashier a small smile.

“Anything else for you today?” the cashier asks, looking her up and down a little slower than necessary. He’s her age, maybe a little younger, and Lydia contemplates chugging the coffee and going back for another one as her smile becomes brittle.

“Not today, thanks.”

The cashier only nods, suddenly more bored than a moment ago. “Any gas outside?”

Lydia glances out at the Chevelle, but doesn’t see Reggie at the pump. He’s probably finished already. “Uh, no—” A warm hand settles low on her back and Lydia gasps, jolting. Her head snaps up to find Reggie standing behind her, an easy smile on his face.

“Pump three,” he tells the cashier, hand still on Lydia’s back. An annoying prickle of heat licks up her spine. And he must not realize it, but his thumb rubs slow circles against her back through her thin shirt, making her shiver at the achingly familiar touch. “And we’ll take this too.” He plops a pack of donuts onto the counter. “Thanks.”

The cashier rings them up and Reggie hands over his card.

Lydia takes a slow breath through her nose and fights the urge to lean back into him. “Reggie,” she bites out, sending him another look.

He peers down at her with wide, innocent eyes. “What? I said I wanted donuts.” He swipes said donuts off the counter and grabs her coffee, holding it out of her reach as he walks out the door. Lydia huffs and storms after him, struggling to keep up with her much shorter legs.

“You’re infuriating!” she shouts at him, watching his shoulders shake with laughter from behind. A trio of bikers across the parking lot glance up at her, but she waves off their concern. She’s never needed bikers to help her handle Reggie. Though, Sweet Pea would be ideal for knocking in his idiot brother’s head.

Reggie doesn’t even look at her, just offers a “cheers!” with her coffee. “You love me!”

She rolls her eyes and jogs the rest of the way to the car, wrenching open the door just as Reggie starts the engine. As soon as she’s settled in Reggie plops her to-go coffee back in her hands and rips open the pack of donuts.

For a while, the drive went well. Lydia had her coffee. Reggie had his donuts. And the highway was an empty expanse of road. With the radio down, Lydia could think again, and she was slightly disturbed how natural it felt being back in this car with him. It’s been almost two years since they broke up, but it’s instinctive, the way she curled up in her seat.

More than once Reggie’s fingers twitched like he wanted to put his hand on her thigh like he used to, but he always caught himself at the last second and shook his head like he was being startled back into reality.

It went like that for a while.

The rabbit in the middle of the road was unexpected.

It happened fast. Reggie’s foot slammed down on the brakes. Lydia was jolted from her daydreaming as she lurched forward in her seat. The seat-belt slammed against her chest and knocked the breath out of her. Her grip on the to-go cup slackened in surprise. Coffee spilled down Lydia’s front, drenching her shirt and making her shriek in surprise.

“It’s okay, baby,” Reggie coos after they’ve pulled over and Lydia is wriggling out of her soaked tank-top on the side of the road. “You’re gonna be just fine. It’s just a little coffee.”

Rolling her eyes, Lydia glares at him over her shoulder, watching in annoyance as he pats the side of his car and mops up the coffee sticking to the leather seat. “Seriously, Reggie? I just spilled hot coffee all over myself and you’re worried about your car?” She wrings out her ruined shirt, nose scrunching in disgust as coffee drips onto the ground by her feet.

He doesn’t turn around, too focused on the car. Or maybe he’s trying to be polite for once and not ogle her while she’s half-naked and sticky. “This car is my baby, Lydia,” he reminds her, scoffing. “I would die for this car.”

“Oh, yes, how could I forget,” she snaps back sarcastically. “You loved this car more than you loved me.” It’s comes out more bitter than joking, and Lydia squeezes her eyes shut, sighing through her nose.

Behind her, Reggie stops stroking Bella. “That’s not true,” he tells her immediately. The firm tinge to his voice makes her suck in a sharp breath and she stills. Reggie glances at her, eyes on her stiff shoulders, her hair falling into her face. “Lydia?” he says, so quiet she almost doesn’t hear him. “Lydia, I—”

“Can you toss me one of the shirts from my bag?” Reggie is quiet for a while before she hears the pull of a zipper as he opens her bag. There’s a soft brush of fabric against her back and she takes it without looking at him. “Thanks.” Immediately, she recognizes the sweatshirt. Her favorite one. “Reggie, this isn’t mine.” Her throat tightens at the sight of it.

He doesn’t respond for a second. “I know.”

“Reggie—”

He cuts her off with a sigh. “Just take it, Lyds,” he tells her, softer than before.

She hesitates until he slams the car door shut and walks around to his side, waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and holds the sweatshirt to her chest. After a minute, she finally slips Reggie’s old USF sweatshirt over her head and tries to ignore the way it feels like coming home.

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canaryatlaw · 7 years ago

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alright, let’s get this thing going. today was overall alright, not particularly eventful, I didn’t do much other than going to PT and doing bar prep. I had my alarm set for 11:45, but I ended up waking up around 9:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I got up and figured I’d get a jump on my assignments for the day (haha). made a blueberry dutch baby for breakfast, because why not, then started on the prep work. I listened to a lecture that was like an hour and a half, then did some practice questions and ended with reviewing my notes from the lecture yesterday. While this was happening Jess texted me like “isn’t there a wizard world in Iowa this week?” which predictably resulted in us making plans to attend on Sunday, because Matt Ryan is going to be there and his panel is on Sunday, and we need to see him and tell him how ridiculously excited we are for him to be a series regular on Legends next season. So, that’s one more thing I have to get my work done around, but I’ll make it work. So that was cool. I headed over to PT at 2, they always have the food network on and it’s always like chopped or chopped junior and we’re always commenting and making jokes about it lol. PT itself was fine. I’m definitely at the point where there’s been improvement, but it’s not like consistent, there are some days it’s ok but others it’s bad, so I don’t really know what to do with that, but I’ll keep going for now at least to try and figure it out. Came home, did a two hour lecture that was actually going over review questions I was supposed to do at some point (oops?) but I mean I got all the answers and how to approach them, so I mean the real purpose was pretty much served. I finished that around 6:30, at which point I jumped into the 4 hour property II lecture, Now, if you’ve been around here for any length of time, you know I hate property, but it hasn’t been all that terrible. The professor doing the videos is really quirky, and like she seems like a really nice person and gives a lot of encouraging words that are of course appreciated, but she also like, tries to connect different concepts to like, popular songs, which she then proceeds to impersonate, for a solid amount of time, and like, the secondhand embarrassment is real lol. But that finished around 10:30, at which point I didn’t really want to get into any tv so I just stayed on my computer for a bit longer looking at different things before starting to get ready for bed. In case you didn’t catch my earlier post, I didn’t hear from the NYC job today, despite me clutching my phone all day waiting for an email or call, but it just didn’t come. I don’t have their office number directly because it’s straight up not online, like if it was I would’ve been able to find it lol I’m really good at that shit, so I’ve just been calling their HQ and asking them to transfer me, so I called them today and was just like “can you just give me the number for the juvenile department so I can stop calling you and asking you to transfer me?” so she gave me the number, but I somewhat fucked up writing it down and there’s like one digit I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be a 7 or a 1, but I tried both options and neither one got me to an actual person, one got me to a voicemail but I’m not convinced it was the right office, so I didn’t leave a message. To be fair, it was like 3:47 pm at this point, meaning it was 4:47 pm there, so they were likely about to head out. So when I couldn’t get it figured out by phone I sent them a short email just basically saying that if I end up pulling out of the NY bar exam, they’ll give me a $200 credit towards a future bar exam (because that’s something I TOTALLY want to do, but still) from the $250 unrefundable registration fee of course, but that offer is only good until tomorrow at noon, so I was really hoping to have an answer before then. I mean, if it’s a yes to the job that obviously doesn’t matter because I won’t be pulling out, but if not it would be definitely preferable that I could maybe conserve some of the money (though tbh pulling out of the Illinois bar would be much worse monetarily, because their unrefundable fee was a solid $900 more than the New York one and no I’m not exaggerating, so forfeiting that would be frustrating), At this point honestly I don’t even care which answer it is (I mean I’m low-key leaning towards Illinois but I’ll be fine either way) I just want to know what it is, because it’s very difficult to make any plans for your life when you have no idea where you’ll be living in a few months, and I really just want to know so I can make those kind of plans (especially with like, cons and stuff of course, lol). So, *hopefully* I’ll have an answer tomorrow, I can certainly bug the crap out of them about it and maybe that’ll work. Alright, it’s late, 1:30 am, so I’m going to head to sleep now. Goodnight my loves. Happy Hump Day tomorrow.

#daily journal #May 2018 #Rachel's lawyer adventures

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wannawrite · 8 years ago

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Sushi? Sue Me

who?: Yuehua’s Justin Huang

genre: 🌸

type: scenario

word count: 2K [2017 dabs] - can write a lot about food I’m sorry

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• based off this prompt Iris sent to me

• sushi is really addicting full offence

dedicated to my baby Iris @alliwannado-w1 tysm for always saving my ass, I’ll protect you always 💖and the TWO anons who wanted Justin fluff, I’m here with it. Sorry if it took long!

- Admin L

“So babe, what do you want to eat this time?” Justin asked, squeezing your hand as the both of you walked along the pavement of one of the hottest food streets in the city.

Justin reached up to pull his hood over his head so the fit was more snug. He loved the Autumn weather but it was nice to stay warm and toasty.

Mhm, toast. Toast and ice cream....

His face was already tinged the lightest shade of baby pink from the cold, yet he craved ice cream. But before deciding on what you two should eat for lunch, he needed your opinion. If his baby was happy, he would be happy too. But honestly, Justin was not picky about food, as long as the food was tasty.

“Who’s paying?” You shot back, cheekily.

You and your boyfriend had a systematic way of deciding on who pays the bill if you chose the restaurant, you pay. As you were slightly more particular about the food you wanted to try, your wallet ended up throwing out more cash than you tucked in.

Justin shrugs, pouting a little. “Ah, you paid last time so I can, but you can choose for today. I trust your intuition.”

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, fifteen minutes had passed just wandering around the food street. He rubbed his lips together, wondering if there would be enough time.

“Do you mind sushi? Other than raw fish of course,” you suggested, pointing to a mid-range sushi restaurant that was featured in the newspapers recently. You only ever read the restaurant recommendations section of the news, cutting out write-ups of places that seemed appetising and creating a mini album of those. Whenever your friends needed a recommendation, they reached out to you.

“Sure!” Justin replied, grabbing your hand and rushing across the street.

Even though it had been a couple of months since you started dating, sparks still ignited when Justin held your hand, or when he hugged you, or whenever he said anything remotely sweet to you.

You poked his padded shoulder gently once you had safely reached the other side of the road. “Hey, won’t your nutritionist scold you again?” you pointed out. “Remember last week?”

As a trainee, there was no doubt that Justin followed a strict diet plan and exercise regime. After you had taken him out for fried chicken and ice cream on last week’s date, his trainer had given him an earful. Justin hid that fact from you and it was Ahn Hyungseob who had told you about that incident.

Justin ignored your question, continuing to make his way down the road to the restaurant door.

“Justin! Don’t get in any trouble okay? I’ll be watching you and the number of plates of sushi you order.”

If he got into more trouble, would he be dropped as a trainee?

Sometimes, you really worried about him and his hectic, demanding lifestyle. He deserved to eat sushi, a lot of it.

As you both approached the main entrance, the queue that snaked halfway around the block caught your attention. Your eyes widened in shock.

I guess it is lunch hour now...

It seemed as if everyone in the district had flocked to this particular restaurant for lunch. It was maddening.

There were groups of teenagers, a crowd of office workers grumbling about bitter coffee and adorable families with small children. Sushi seemed to bring everyone together.

“Oops, be careful,” Justin hummed when a toddler walked out of the red rope and into his leg. legs for days

He bent down to the child’s level, beaming. “Hi, go back safely to your parents, okay?” Justin gently pushed him back into the queue where his family was, away from the scary outside world.

You let out a soft ‘aw’ at the boy, before a staff came to break that moment, but only for a good reason.

“Hi, this queue will take an approximately thirty minutes to clear and sushi takes at least fifteen minutes to create and serve,” she informed, ushering the next customers in and answering anxious questions.

A disgruntled groan left your mouth, Justin did not have the luxury of time as his lunch break was only for an hour before he had to return to training. You did not have forty-five minutes to wait around for sushi, no matter how good it may taste. Justin had to return to training.

You bit your lip anxiously, turning to Justin, who in reply, sighed and shook his head.

“Babe, I’m sorry. We can’t eat here today,” he apologised, a blush filling his cheeks. It upset him too, knowing that his training did get in between dates with you.

You reached up to brush a stray lock of blonde hair out of his handsome face, smiling reassuringly. “It’s fine! We can always come again, no worries. Do you mind convenience store sushi and onigiri?”

You knew full well that microwave meals were something that Justin was unfamiliar with, being brought up in an upper-class family definitely had its perks.

However, Justin agreed and sought out the nearest convenience store, hand in hand with you.

“At least now I’m eating a fixed portion,” he joked, picking out the packaged sushi from the refrigerator. “Oh babe, I remember you liked this kind of sushi, take another box.”

Your wallet said goodbye to another couple of dollar bills but at least, it was much less than elsewhere.

Guilt rooted within you, Justin was supposed to enjoy a nice lunch before heading back to Yuehua for more sweat and tears to be shed but here he was, at a convenience store he was probably sick of.

A frown was etched on Justin’s face when he saw the crestfallen look you carried, hands not ripping open the packet eagerly like you usually did. His hand reached to lift your jaw, such that you made direct eye contact with him.

“Babe, relax. I’ll take you there another time, okay?” he promised, smiling cheerfully. “You know I’ll love anything, just as long as it’s with you.”

“Cheers?” Justin offered, letting go of your face and offering his sushi - clasped between his chopsticks - to you.

The corners of your lips turned upwards as you bumped your sushi against his. Justin really knew how to cheer you up little by little.

“Cheers.”

Sushi was the last thing on your mind when Justin called you a few weeks later. He gave vague details but they promised a brunch date, and you were not one to argue with free food.

And quality time with your boyfriend, of course, that was your first priority.

You had long forgotten about that upscale sushi restaurant, it had been pushed to the very back of your mind, hidden in one of the small crevices.

The rain had drizzled a little just before you arrived at the busy food street. The ground was still dark, damp and puddles were a common sight all over the pavements. Despite the dreary weather, the food square was in full swing, bustling with life and traffic.

“Bao Bei!” someone hold me

The calls of your boyfriend were enough to send a smile playing on your lips, to ignite fireworks within you.

“Hi,” you greeted, sighing dreamily while clutching his hand. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Remember that sushi place?” he questioned, anticipating your - hopefully - positive response. A smug look was written all over his face when you let out a shriek of excitement, hands flying to cover your mouth.

“Serious?”

It was genuinely touching how he remembered your eagerness to dine there, how much you wanted to grab a delicious Japanese meal with him.

Justin nodded, leading the way and even holding the door open for you. Even the smallest gesture still made your heart flutter.

After giving the menu a hasty once-over, you turned to him, locking eyes. “How much sushi can I order?”

“Well,” Justin paused to prop his head up with his hands. “How much can you eat?”

Your jaw dropped, then you pursed your lips, regaining composure. “Is that a challenge? Are you really asking me that?”

Justin grinned playfully, tapping a finger to his lips, pretending to be immersed in his deep thoughts.

“Maybe.”

My dad is going to kill me when the credit card bill comes...

Justin thought grimly, biting his lips in anxiety as he mentally counted the number of sushi plates stacked up.

Ahh, the red coloured plates cost more than the pink ones. Shit, there are more reds than pinks.

The restaurant was the kind that displayed platters of sushi on a conveyor belt that ran through the whole dining area. Ever since you occupied the booth, there were significantly fewer plates offered to the next couple of tables. A group of teenage boys seated directed behind your table groaned and spewed their complaints.

It was no secret your table was taking most of the plates, there were three stacks, each one organised by colour.

You walloped sushi like there was no tomorrow, as if you had been starved and deprived of the goodness of it. Truthfully, you were watching your diet and it had been awhile since you paid a visit to a sushi bar.

Justin managed to lick a lot more plates clean than you could, but to be fair, he was paying so he should eat the most. Honestly, the bill was at the very back of your mind when eating.

Ah! Five pink plates, two red ones and...eight blue plates? Add on the tray of sushi we ordered and shared....

It was giving Justin a headache just counting the final amount. He did all the calculations mentally, it would be too obvious if he whipped out his phone and went to the calculator app.

“Oh my gosh! I didn’t think they would have it here,” you exclaimed, scooping yet another pink ceramic plate off the belt and onto your table, wasting no time in digging in.

And that is another $5.50 added to the total which makes it...uhh

All Justin could do was try to sip his matcha and look nonchalant, but at the same time, his eyes trained on you.

Let’s be real, all he wanted was for his baby to be full, satisfied with the good food and enjoying themselves. He wanted to take you to this restaurant for forever. It seemed like you were having a blast, finally.

Ahh, what the hell. Money is really no issue, why am I fretting over that? I need to prioritise my sweetheart’s happiness. They look so cute just enjoying sushi and stuffing their face, what the hell man. I don’t even look this good while eating.

A dreamy look glazed over Justin’s features, it was satisfying to see you have a good appetite. He knew about the diet and all, even he had cheat days so you deserve them too.

After a long time, you noticed Justin’s unwavering gaze on you. His eyes were brimming with contentment.

“What is it?” You added the pink plate to the existing pile, gasping softly when you realised how much you had taken.

Ah, whatever. Today can serve as my official cheat day.

Justin chuckled and shifted in his seat, shaking his head slowly. His hand swiped another sushi platter off the conveyor belt. he needs to eat too okay

“Nothing.”

You furrowed your brow, setting your cup of matcha down after taking a long drink. “Ah yes, sure, you staring me like an Mnet camera is absolutely ‘nothing’. Believable.” you shot back, taking a sip of your tea again.

Justin dismissed it with a wave of his hand, stifling a laugh, he knew Mnet - maybe too well. His warm eyes scanned over you again, he nearly melted there and then.

“Come on, tell me! Is there something on my face?” You grabbed your pocket mirror and examined your features closely.

“Ah, whatever,” he said, almost shyly as a blush crept its way across his cheeks. “You just look cute as hell when you stuff your face with sushi.”

#produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #yuehua trainees #yuehua entertainment #yuehua sprouts #zhu zheng ting #jung jung #choi seunghyuk #ahn hyungseob #lee euiwoong #huang minghao #huang justin

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listenas-she-whispers · 8 years ago

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shanghai

Shanghai Ramblings

Since Tumblr is blocked here and I basically have no contact with anyone at a reasonable hour

7/28/17

Jiejie left today for home and I really wanted to go home with her because I’m really missing the nice weather back at home and all the comforts that come with it. Chinese is still v rusty and not v good but it’s enough to communicate with the relatives, but I’m no where near the confidence needed to speak to outsiders, so idk how work is gonna go. Also I’m p sure Netflix is blocked here but I really wanna stream pacific rim bc it was actually a p good science fiction movie

7/29/17

Woke up around 10am and had a lazy start to the day until the aunt and uncle took me out to see the old Shanghai buildings back in the day called 石库门, and then to a bigger, more modern and much more crowded version of Santana Row called 南京路 and it was really fun bc we walked all the way down to the river and saw the skyline and it was fuckin beautiful and it would’ve been nicer if the weather was better and there were less ppl but it was cool nonetheless. i also showed them the inside of a giant forever 21 and bought a rly cheap pair of aviators(china sizes are much smaller than American ones) so I just decided to get them since they were cheap, even though the material prob isn’t the best. And then we went and ate a vegetarian place that wasn’t that great but wasn’t bad either. Drove through downtown Shanghai and had a p fun convo w the aunt and uncle about my mom’s past dating life and talked some shit about my dad and his fam so that was p fun :) overall it was a good day!

8/6

Forgot to update, oops. The weekend went by gloriously, in which I slept till 11 in the morning both days. Unfortunately tomorrow I have to wake up at 7 again :(, but this time only for 4 days since I get Friday off, and then Saturday I’m flying back to the land of blue sky, white clouds, excellent air quality, and excellent weather! Today was a good day though, bought myself a pair of superstars for only 180 RMB($25!!)three (fake, but decent quality) brand name wallets, gag gifts for Kimia and Nathan, and a nice necklace for jiejie and earrings for her as well. I don’t really wanna go back to work tmr, I just don’t wanna wake up early, and calling ppl is v tedious, and I’m just gonna pretend that I forgot I was supposed to sit next to jade these next four days because sitting next to her means that I actually can’t slack off and take a couple breaks here and there :/ yikes. Got hooked on a lotr pic about thranduil and his wife and Jesus Christ why do I get attached so easily. Been feeling really nostalgic and just wanting to read good books for a long time while listening to easy go acoustic. Also wanting to go home but not wanting school to start because where tf did summer go? Also staying in Asia made me fat and my self esteem lower because wow all the girls here have thin legs and weigh next to nothing and a big part is just genetics but also just them not eating and me gaining weight hasn’t helped and I just ;asldkfsakld. I just wanna get back to 102 where I had a nice jawline and a relatively thin waist like is that too much to ask(it sounds super shallow and superficial and fatshaming but ever since junior year ended and i gained a lot of weight i’ve been feeling really sluggish and not good so this is v much for my mental health). Also I rly wanna just start running again when I get home but school… so yea lots of conflicting emotions at work and part of it is just teenage angst but another big part is anxiety and low self-esteem!! Also I miss social media, even though I am appreciating this break, or a detox as Kimia called it, albeit it wasn’t wanted, but I guess needed? I do miss Tumblr a lot tho. And snapchat, I miss snap a lot. Ok well now I gotta sleep otherwise I’m never gonna wake up early enough shit

8/7

Dont rly remember what I was gonna write, but I think this was the point where i and the other interns started warming up to each other

8/10

Wow the last day came a lot quicker than I expected. Funny how I was wishing for this internship to end just last week. Had a small farewell party that was p fun, and then went out to karaoke with the interns. Had to leave early bc the aunt smh otherwise I totally woulda gotten smashed with them until like 11 :( that would’ve been fun. I doubt I’m ever gonna see them again, or at least see all of them in one place again, but hopefully some of them visit California and hit me up! That would be p fun. Overall this was a p great experience, despite my angst and general negativity due to the weather here. They’re a fun bunch of people, and heavily remind me of people back home, and I know that even though I’ve only been around them for two weeks, I’ll still be v fond of this experience. At the same time I can’t wait to go home. What a paradox.

8/11

Annoyed at aunt bc for a lot of reasons, but mostly for rude moments and “man-womansplaining” ugh. Also while I’m super glad to go back home, I really don’t want school to start. I just wanna go home and sleep for two more weeks and ignore college apps. Music is keeping me alive, and also missing the interns bc I’m too sentimental for my own good.

8/12

Waiting in the airport rn, w no wifi :( lines for security and immigration were super long so I don't have to wait long to board, but it would've been nice to have wifi and talk w friends before flying off. So ready to land in SF and catch up three weeks of social media loss and remind everyone that I'm still alive haha.

#ramblings #summer 2017 #shanghai 2017

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blob-and-i · 8 years ago

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Well it has been rather a long time... oops.

So first I have to apologise for anybody that still reads this (I mean its probably only me by now and tbh I am happy with that. But today I had a phone call from a lady at The Christie saying that she was going ahead with a press release on my Proton treatment, and said she had used quotes off my blog. Well then I suddenly felt a rush of guilt - mainly towards myself - that I had been exceptionally bad at keeping up with this. I suppose as a disclaimer, I have been enjoying my life so much right now that I have been more concerned with living it that writing about it. But then with that, there have been some issues that are still present thanks to old Blob. Before I begin on my rant, I am a year on from my first check up I had post-treatment in January 2016, and so far nothing particularly worrying has happened since between when I last posted and now. But I had better describe what has actually been going on. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.

Regarding my fertility there have been some good and bad developments. I had a few trips to the fertility clinic at St Mary’s in Manchester, and met with a really lovely consultant to begin with. She said it was a good sign that my periods had come back, and explained that when you have chemo, it kills off all the eggs that are on a 6-9 month-long conveyor belt. So when you are off chemo, they have to go along that conveyor belt from the beginning, and so it takes a while to come back to normal. So I can an initial scan of my uterus to see whether it looked healthy, which it did. She said that had I had full radiotherapy it would have totally messed it up, but the proton probably meant it was all good :) I also had a blood test, which is a very accurate way of checking your egg count from the amount of Anti-mullerian hormone (AMH). So it turns out my periods lulled me into a false sense of security. My AMH levels are really low, which means that in the near future I am going to be out of eggs. Between now and when my periods stop I may be able to conceive naturally, but that doesn’t mean (a) it will work or (b) I will want to. So they also checked the lining of my womb to check that if I did want a donor egg for example, whether it would be a habitable enough environment. I had to be pumped with oestrogen for a month which was interesting to say the least. They then did a scan again and found that my initial thickness was 3mm and had gone up to 6.8mm when stimulated. The consultant said that they would recommend 7mm for a donor, so it’s very promising and that if I did ever want a donor I should check again. I have since come to terms (again) with the fact that I most likely won’t be able to have children and I really am okay with it most of the time. I think it’s when the broodiness appears like it does sometimes, and I remember that I probably won’t be able to have a bunch of my own weirdos. Which is maybe a good thing, since I am obviously totally insane and don’t have the best genes :P one day it may come to adoption and I can teach those awesome people how to be more awesome. But as I said at the beginning of this process, I would be no use as a mother if I were dead. And that is always the bottom line. I am here and I may make someone else’s child my own one day and hopefully make them very happy.

The next things I have been having a right mare with is this stupid UTI. I have been on and off antibiotics like there is no tomorrow. In fact the last time I almost posted something was while sat in A&E waiting to be seen my a nurse about it. Turns out that is just not treated, BUT the last time I had a urine sample taken and sent to the lab it wasn’t resistant to a load of antibiotics that it had been before. So it’s clearly not some dormant little shit that is just waiting for me to come off the prophylactics! I am now back on a prophylactic dose of one that has worked really well, and after an appointment with a consultant at The Christie at the beginning of December, they decided that I should have a cystoscopy (which I sort of pushed for) since it would be nice to know if there is something going amiss in there. So I am having that a week today at the beautiful time of 8:30am, waaaa! I just want an answer. Even if its that I have to stay of prophylactics forever, so I don’t think its okay to come off them and then all the major pain returns. So fingers cross it all goes well.

My last couple of appointments with my oncologist have been good, with nothing much to report. More than anything I haven’t had any scans/investigations but there hadn’t been a need to/I haven’t been concerned with any pain. I am now in the adult clinic, which I went to for the last two appointments. I really hate it. They’re not not friendly, it just isn’t the atmosphere I want when I am waiting for my meeting about devil cancer, and they tend to be super late which they never were in the TYA ward (happily due to the lower level of patients than adults). So my last clinic wasn’t with my oncologist but with another consultant who helps him when his clinics are very full. She was lovely and was happy to help with what I needed (including another month’s dose of the antibiotic I needed - though I am now running out again). My next clinic is in April and I think we sort out the next scans I need then.

We also had a meeting with some Proton patients a few months back to talk about how The Christie could best manage the patient experience. It was really handy and hopefully will be useful for the overall output. The designs look amazing, and we even got to walk up in the skeleton of the building so far which was fantastic. They said we will have another meeting sometime soon to discuss new plans as well :) as I mentioned above as well, a lady from The Christie is also writing up a press release which she will be sending out to relevant newspapers (including the York and Macclesfield local ones) about my experience of the treatment, which is really exciting!! Hopefully it may help people reading my experience - or the opposite but lets hope not, eh? I was also in The Christie annual report with a cheeky little quote of mine and a photo which was jokes :) poster girl for odd things apparently!

Regarding the personal and work life, I taught first year undergraduate history students in their first term on a skills-based module. It was A LOT of work, but I enjoyed it (plus y’know bit of income as well) and I got some really good feedback from students and the lecturers overseeing it. I have just finished up marking their assessed essays and there was most certainly a range of abilities/effort put in! I am both glad and sad that it’s over now, but more than anything it will be good to get back into my PhD!! That’s all going okay, and I had my TAP a few weeks back now which I passed. The next big meeting is my upgrade which is to determine whether I am actually down as doing the PhD rather than attempting to :P we also got the conference I was organising most of last year all sorted and I was really impressed with how it turned out. Everyone worked so hard and it paid off massively! I have been in the flat for just over three months now and I couldn’t be happier. Mum and dad have been amazing not only with helping my with the purchase of it, but also with making it look beautiful. I don’t think they quite know how my happiness level has been affected by having a space that’s mine so I don’t feel like I am living by someone else’s rules and can make somewhere I want to be (and I can be a crazy disinfector if I want to be, ha!). Speaking of that though, my friend Rach is finally moving in today (some of her stuff is already here), which I have reeeeeeally been looking forward to. As much as I like having the place to myself, it can be quite lonely in the evenings. I do need to remember to not just walk around naked or go to the loo with the toilet door casually open anymore though, ha! Finally (though I am sure there are things I have forgotten) I went to two beautiful weddings over the summer. Seeings two sets of friends get married was just so great and was a really great opportunity to catch up with people. Though slightly annoying that were both London way which ages away from anywhere I have a base :) but that obviously didn’t matter.

Before I ramble on way too much more, I guess I am just happy that things are going so well. I hope more than anything I manage to keep up with my PhD. I have two trips down London way next month (both PhD and fun) which I am excited about, and after that who knows exactly. Thank you if you do continue to read my mad rants. I really only do this for myself more than anything. And since I am a year on post-treatment I am thankful I have made it this far. I still worry a lot of the time about the bastard coming back and spoiling my happiness, but I just have to make sure those are fleeting rather than lasting concerns. So until next time (which I promise won’t be like 5 months) I hope you are all well and that you have found a little happiness in amongst the madness that our world is now completely full of!

Sophie and Blob

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vickanda · 7 years ago

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16,17,&18 of 365.

Man, I’ve been off my game lately.

The 16th, I honestly just forgot.

The 17th, I realized I forgot about the day before and told myself I couldn’t forget about that day also...but look what happened...oops.

Tuesday, I was at school all day and when I got home, I studied for a little bit before falling asleep. I’ve been so tired lately and it’s not even my wisdom teeth pain anymore.

Wednesday, I had doctors appointments all day. When I finally got home, I took a long ass needed nap. Woke up around 8pm and started studying and doing some homework until 1am. That nap was so refreshing though. I was just so stressed out because of my doctors appointments. I want to know what’s wrong with me, but I need to wait for my main doctor to get the information then he’ll call me.

Today, I was at school. I was 95% positive I got dry socket from one of my tooth extractions so I called my dental surgeon office and they squeezed me in at noon. Luckily I didn’t have lab today otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to go. My doctor confirmed I had dry socket and they put some packing in to help ease the pain/smell. Omg. The fucking smell AND taste was so horrible. I was scared to talk to anyone in class because it was so bad. I could smell it myself and started gagging so much. My follow up appointment was supposed to be Monday, which they kept the appointment so I could take the packing out and put a new one in. Hopefully, it’s more healed up by then that I maybe won’t need the packing but we’ll see. After that appointment today, I went back to school because I still had my biology lecture. Around 10pm, Trizia and I went to go study at the Starbucks that’s open late. It’s 2am now and I got home around 1:30. Tomorrow (technically today) is my first day back at work. I was supposed to work 10-7 but a coworker asked if we could switch so now I’m working 11-8. I’m not complaining because now I get to sleep in just a little bit longer. I was planning on doing my discussion for my Human Relations course tomorrow, but my friends made plans for Korean bbq and I haven’t seen them in awhile, so I wanna go. It’s not due until Saturday, but I like to stay ahead. I can’t stay up late tomorrow because I work at 7am on Saturday. I’ll be off of work early, so I can just post it then.

Okay. I want to be better at this. I need to remember to post every night. I want to be able to look back and read all my posts in 2019 to see how 2018 treated me. I guess, this is kind of like how I vlogged senior year of high school because I wanted to see that. I miss vlogging but honestly my life is so boring. It’d be just me studying. Blogs are nice since I can write about my day.

I’m gonna go to sleep now so I can get the most hours rested before dealing with retail after being gone for 10 days...how fun. ✌️

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Day 30-35

6-13-17 Day 30: I was told that I wasn't approved to leave a week before my sign off date for my cousins wedding and papas birthday. My mom already bought my plane ticket and everything. My mom emailed the lady who denied the request so hopefully something can be changed. We're technically over staffed so there's no reason for it to not get approved. I would only be leaving a week early, that's it. I also went to st Nicholas (the resort) and laid out. It was so relaxing. And it feels good to wake up and not sleep all day. After work me and Rain went to the crew mess to see what food they had. We started walking and saw something weird from the side door. So we kept walking and sitting there was an entire pig completely cooked and cut open. It was terrifying. And it was stuffed with all of this weird stuff. I completely lost my appetite. Tomorrow is day at sea so it's gonna be a long day. And of course I'm still awake at 3am. It's hard when I don't get off until 1ish and I'm wide awake. 6-14-17 Day 31: sea days fucking suck. I started at the slide. We have 3 with only a worker at 2 of them. Some random worker comes up to me and just hands me a walkie talkie and then walks away. Doesn't say a word. I was switching through all of the channels until I finally heard a police signal. They were looking for a red mustang and were saying all of these codes. I was so confused. Finally I found a worker and asked him which station I should be on. I then had a parent come up to me complaining about how there wasn't an attendant on the little slide. He said there were tons of kids getting hurts as well as one of his. He was not happy and was putting it out on me. I apologized and said I would let someone know. And at this time I didn't know which channel we were supposed to use for the walkie talkie. The communication here is terrible. And the language barrier obviously doesn't help. Some girl came up to me and said you're the first American worker I've met! Which is true. We have a steward that comes and makes our beds everyday and changes the towels. For the past 4 days he's come in and made my bed as well as given us fresh towels but has not touched rains bed. We never see our steward so we haven't been able to ask him. It's so confusing yet so humorous at the same time. Our room looks so nice and then rains bed is all over the place because he hasn't touched it! We have this thing where guests can submit feedback and if they mention our name we get a shout out. If we get 10 shout outs we get a day off. I got 2 last week and 1 this week. It seriously feels so good that I was the reason someone had an amazing vacation. And that these guests went out of their way to recognize me and my hard work. A mom came in today and gave me and Alina gifts. They were rocks she had painted herself. They were so cool. She was Israeli too 😋 I met a family in camp today. They have 9 kids and another one that passed away. Their mom home schools them because they're moving to Honduras in September for a mission trip and are living there for a year. The oldest is 21 and the youngest is 1. It's so cool to get to know these families. And when the kids hug us goodbye and the parents thank us and truly mean it, it's means the world to me. I also met another family with 9 kids. It's crazy to me. And the youngest 2 were twins and were so cute yet so annoying. I miss my kids back at home so much. Typical kids are so annoying and have so much drama. My kids at home are exciting and bring something new to me everyday. There's actually a huge amount of kids who come on the boat who have autism but I don't always have them in my age group. Right now it's 3:03am. I went to crew bar after work. I met a new girl a few days ago from Tennessee. Her name is Candace. She sings in one of the bands. She's super nice and I love having another American around. Because she's a singer she has her own room. Today we got a list of boats and the positions they need. Rain and Alina are signing on to the breeze in September and October. That boat has a circle c position starting in November which is a huge possibility for me. I need to request it tomorrow before it's too late. I need to find somewhere to bring my laptop and eat where there's good wifi. Thankfully packages will come tomorrow too. I haven't been taking a few of my medications the past few days because I ran out and they didn't get here in time. Which is probably why I had a bladder spasm today and yesterday. NOT GOOD. Also got some paperwork today that said MR again. I've corrected them so many times and they can't get it right. Kinda like the Filipinos (I finally spelled it right) who don't know the difference between he and she and her and him. The notes they write to the parents are comical. "You child great. She love play with toy. The boy make a friend and has polite." No joke that's what they say. There's also tons of mistakes in the schedules we give out to guests which is super frustrating. This week my name wasn't on the schedules given out to the parents which sucks because they reference those when it comes to writing reviews. There was names of 2 girls who I've never even met...aka they were on the boat 2 months ago. If I see a mistake I just circle it and put it on our supervisors desk so she doesn't know who did it. Oops 😶 I want it to be tomorrow so I can sleep and get stuff done! I also forgot to write about what happened this morning. In the Kiera of my dead sleep I hear loud weird music. I sit up and realize it's coming from the announcements. The bridge (where the captains are) accidentally turned their awful music on and everyone who was in their cabins could hear it. It went on for a good hour as I smashed my head between the pillows. It was comical at first and then I was just flat out furious. 6-15-17 Day 32: today I got off in Long Beach by myself. I took an uber to a local outlet mall where I sat at Starbucks and got some stuff done with the wifi. We were given a list of positions needing to be filled for the rest of the year so I went and did some research on all the boats. I also set up my account on how to get paid from here. They give us a debit card that the money goes on. We can do direct deposit but it wasn't working for me :/ I also sent my dad a Father's Day gift card online. Then I went across the street and ate at California pizza kitchen. I got to face time my mom and update my phone and stuff. Then I learned there's a bus that I could've used for free that goes from the terminal to the outlets. Poop. I didn't know how to use it though so I just took an uber back too. I asked my supervisor about requesting a boat and she said I can't do it until I have my evaluation. When I asked her when my evaluation would be she said "before you leave" well no fucking shit before I leave. I told her the position I want is going to be taken by then and she didn't respond and just kept looking at her computer. She's such a shitty person it's like humorous. We have this other lady we work with who acts like she's our supervisor and she's not. I've literally never even had a conversation with her yet she thinks she can boss us all around. She confronted me about how I turned off the tv and how I didn't do it right. There was a sign saying to not turn off with a certain button and that's the one I turned it off with. Obviously if I would've saw it I wouldn't have touched it. It was a mistake lady...speaking of mistakes, so we are all required to write notes to the parents about their kids and how they've been doing (it's meant to help us get good ratings) well today I decided to read some and I was totally taken aback. These people do not know how to speak English. I felt embarrassed giving them out to the parents because the letters make absolutely no sense at all. It's so awkward. And one of the ladies wrote all the same things on all the cards and put a line where a name would be. Once she met the kids she went in and wrote their names on the line. Like obviously a parent is gonna know what that means, it means everyone is being given the same card and they're just going in and writing all the names down which isn't the point of them. Went to go pick up my packages today and my medication still isn't here. So I haven't been on 3 of my medications since Sunday. And my mom called Sunday and they said they would over night them here which obviously didn't happen. None of them are super serious but I've definitely been getting bladder spasms now that I'm off one of the medications. I'm also off my thyroid medicine as well as my medication that helps me stay awake during the day. I'll have to call my mom tomorrow and tell her but there's nothing she can do because we can't get mail until Sunday. 6-17-17 Day 34: I had no time to post yesterday. I've been so exhausted I sleep every chance I can. Even when I need to eat a meal or shower I've just been sleeping instead because it's so needed. There's been so much unnecessary drama around here it's crazy. Yesterday we had a mom come in asking to talk to "Ms Candy" because supposedly she called her daughter big and chubby. We apologized to the mom on behalf of ms candy (she wasn't there anymore) and explained to her that there's a language barrier and was probably the main reason behind the comment. The mom was understanding but that's hard for a 10 year old girl to hear. I can't believe our playlist cast is leaving tomorrow. I've gotten to know all 8 of them so well. It's very bittersweet. I'm excited to see how the new cast performs though. It's hard to imagine that anyone could possibly do any better than what we have now. I met a family yesterday who has 5 biological children and fosters 3 on top of that. And their youngest son has autism, so of course I'm already obsessed with them. It's crazy how many kids come on the boat who have autism. I love being able to interact with them. Everyone always asks me advice on how to work with them and make it a great experience for the child. I seriously talk about my kids back at home so much I feel like everyone is so sick of hearing it lol. I saw a shit ton of dolphins today. They were right next to the boat. I might get off tomorrow and go to the beach at Long Beach. I HAVE to get my hair cut it's like humorous how awful it looks. It's like I'm a human paintbrush and my hair is the bristles. Rain did my laundry with hers :p so blessed lol. I went to the candy store today on board. They have the cutest stuff there. They're starting to put them on all the ships. We have some people from the office on the boat. They told us that they have 4 new boats that they're working on. They said eventually they're gonna have a boat that sails to china. I'm actually really content on work at the moment. Yeah I'm really tired but moving in with Rain has helped a lot. It feels good to have someone I can go do stuff with and I conveniently always know where she is. There's obviously a lot of negatives about my work environment and my supervisor who has a stick up her fucking ass, but there's so many positives that come with it as well that make this experience so much fun. I worked night owls this whole week (10pm-1am) last pickup time is 1245 and the parents are told this every time. Yet we still are calling parents at 1 having to remind them that their children are in our care and they need to come pick them up. It's so irresponsible. And half the time the parents are wasted. Parents are also allowed to check out a phone but just return them before 10pm on the last night which never happens either. Tonight one of the late parents came in and literally just threw his trash on the ground. These poor kids are passed the fuck out, so tired, and their parents leave them there all night. I'm off now and I'm eating at crew mess alone. Which I'm okay with besides the stares. I've had a headache all day though so I needed to eat something. We have to be at a meeting tomorrow at 930 to meet with some people from the office. I seriously need to sleep in so badly but not sure when that's gonna happen. I start in circle c tomorrow. It's so weird switching back and forth. And being alone in there is hard as well. Especially during high count which is now. 6-19-17 Day 35: I finally got my haircut yesterday. Winslow picked me up. Got about 3-4 inches off. The lady charged me way too much though and she didn't even wash my hair. I was so mad. I didn't question it though because I was in a rush ugh. I started my week at circle c yesterday. No joke had 30-40 kids in there at one time it was not okay. One of the moms asked if I was alone and when I said yes I could tell she was worried for me. She told me I was doing a good job though which was nice. A lot of the kids think they're too cool for my club and it makes me so mad. Like then don't come if you think it's too babyish. I got to sleep in today 🙌🏾 I had a training at 130 that only lasted 30 minutes. Such a waste of time I could've been sleeping! It was an environment training. They train us on the weirdest things. Yesterday 2 of the people from the office came. They're the ones that hired me. I talked to one of them about not getting approved to leave for my cousins wedding and she's going to look more into it for me. She thinks the week I'm requesting to leave we'll actually be overstaffed because of an event on board so it may work in my favor! We got to talk to one of the ladies about issues we're having. She said Circle c is going to be getting an iPad that kids can request songs on. Right now we're using cds...and the most recent is from 2015. The office thought we had one this entire time...she was also confused as to why I was only here for 3 months and why I'm switching on and off from camp to circle c every week. Seems like the office doesn't know their shit. Even today when I signed in at my training it said my position was club O2. And the other day one of my papers said MR. So frustrating. It's 230 and I have work at 4. I'm gonna take a nap because I have nothing else to do and I'm tired af. Tonight I got to see the rock show with the new cast. Not. Good. They don't even come close to our old cast. It kinda made me so sad. People come and go here so fast it sucks. I have 2 brothers in my club. One of them has autism and the other one supposedly doesn't. The one who "doesn't" is out of control. He is constantly in my space and not listening to me. He asked me for just dance 16. I told him we didn't have it. He asked me at least 4 more times why we don't have it and if we have it. I told him no and then he asks if he can look in the office just to make sure we don't have it. I told him no and that they are not allowed in there in which he walked right in. There's also been numerous times where I've been talking to a parent and he'll come over and interrupt because he wants me to do something. I don't have a problem with having him in the club but I wish his parents would use a little common sense and supervise their kids more. They come and go as they please which is okay, but the mom never knows where they are and doesn't understand how their behavior towards me and the other kids is hard on everyone. At first the boys registered themselves so we didn't even know that one of them had a disability. On top of that I have tons of kids this cruise which makes it hard and I'm getting sick.

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