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[trippiexlove]

1+1

Author Note: Part five (and the last part) to Stone Cold Sinner. Read PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , and PART 4 here. Based on the song 1+1 by Beyonce. If you would like to read any of my other works, here is my master list. Leave requests on this linked post.

Warning: Fluff, Slight Postpartum

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC (Ari Fletcher as FC)

Word Count: 3,529

I don't know much about algebra But I know one plus one equals two And it's me and you That's all we'll have when the world is through

The rhythmic suckling of tiny lips was the constant hum in Soriya's days. Jeylan, all soft skin and sleepy sighs, was her universe now. Yet, as the evenings settled in, a quiet longing would often creep in, settling like a cool draft despite the Southern warmth. Josh's side of the bed felt cold and empty, a stark contrast to the full weight of her love for him. His family, especially his mother, Mama T, had enveloped her in a warm embrace, but it wasn't quite him.

Mama T was a godsend. She'd arrive most mornings with a pot of simmering grits or a Tupperware container filled with her famous fudge brownies. "You just focus on that baby, Soriya," she'd say, her voice a comforting drawl, "I got everything else." She'd hum softly as she tidied up, her presence a silent reassurance.

One afternoon, Soriya sat on the patio swing, Jeylan asleep in her arms, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. Mama T came out with a glass of lemonade. "You look tired, baby girl," she said gently.

"I am," Soriya admitted, managing a weak smile. "He was up most of the night. I didn't get much sleep. I think he misses his daddy, and truth be told, I do too."

Mama T sat beside her, patting her hand. "I know you do, baby. He misses you somethin' fierce too. Being on the road ain't easy on none of y'all."

"It's just, sometimes it feels so lonely," Soriya confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "don't get me wrong, I love having all of you being here, it's just not the same."

Mama T nodded understandingly. "It ain't supposed to be, baby. He's your other half. But you got us, and we gonna hold you up until he gets back. You hear me?"

Soriya leaned her head on Mama T's shoulder, a wave of gratitude washing over her. "Thank you, Mama. I don't know what I'd do without you all."

Later that week, Josh called, his voice a warm rumble through the phone. "Hey, ma," he said, his tone laced with concern. "How you holding up?"

"Hey, baby," Soriya replied, trying to sound brighter than she felt. "We're okay. Just you know. Missing you."

A slight tension entered his voice. "I know, baby. I wish I could be there. This tour been crazy."

"I know, I know," Soriya sighed, running a hand through her messy bun. "These days feel so long. I haven't seen my mom or the girls in ages. It feels like my whole world is just here."

Josh was quiet for a moment. Then, his voice softened. "I hear you, Princess. It ain't fair for you to be feeling like that. You're doing an amazing job with Jeylan, and you deserve all the support in the world."

Tears pricked at Soriya's eyes. It wasn't an accusation, just a raw expression of her feelings. "I just want you home, Josh."

"I know, baby. And I want to be there. Just a little more time. I'm working on something. I promise." There was a cryptic note in his voice. 

"Okay," she said softly, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you."

"I love you more, ma. Hang in there. You're not alone." I gotta fix this, Josh thought, a plan beginning to solidify in his mind. I need to call Tiff.

A few days later, the excited knocks on the door brought not just Mama T with her usual casserole, but her own mother, Tiffany, and Breanna beaming on the porch. Soriya's jaw dropped, and a strangled cry escaped her lips before she launched herself into a tearful embrace with her mother. The joyful chaos that ensued filled the Atlanta house with a familiar warmth Soriya hadn't realized she'd been missing so acutely. "What are y'all doing here" she stated through the sea of tears as she let them in. 

"Josh flew us out here" Tiff smiled as she made herself comfortable on the couch. 

Soriya's eyes widen in shock, "he did?"

"Yeah, he did," her mother placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing gentle circles. "called me a few days ago. Said you needed us and booked our tickets"

She let their words sink in. Feeling the heaviness on her shoulders just seemed to disappear. She welcomed them with opened arms and showed them where their rooms would be. 

Later that evening, after Soriya's mom got Jeylan to finally drift off to sleep, Soriya sat in the living room with her mom, Tiffany, and Breanna. A comfortable silence settled for a moment before Soriya spoke, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank y'all for being here. You have no idea how much this means to me."

Her mother reached over and squeezed her hand. "Baby girl, of course, we're here. You're our everything."

Tiffany chimed in, leaning forward, "Seriously, Ri, you've been doing a damn good job. Doing all this on your own, especially with Josh being on the road. But we could tell you needed a little extra love."

Breanna nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we could hear it in your voice when we talked. And honestly, Josh is a good man for making this happen. It shows how much he cares."

Soriya smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "He is. He really is. And Mama T and his whole family have been amazing. They've really taken me in."

"They seem like good people," her mother said warmly. "And it's clear they adore Jeylan."

"They do," Soriya chuckled softly. "Sometimes I think Mama T wants to keep him!"

Tiffany laughed. "Well, who wouldn't? But seriously, Ri, don't feel bad about missing Josh. It's natural. You two are a team, he's your person."

"Exactly," Breanna added. "And he's doing what he needs to do right now. But the fact that he thought to bring us here? That's speaks volumes."

Soriya's heart swelled with love for her friends and family. "It does. Some days it just hits hard, you know?"

Her mother pulled her into a comforting hug. "We know, baby. And we're here now. We've got you."

One evening, a late-night key turning in the lock announced Josh's return. The house was quiet, Soriya and the girls having finally succumbed to exhaustion. He moved through the dim living room, a familiar weariness in his shoulders, and headed towards the kitchen. The soft glow spilling from the doorway revealed Soriya's mother, her silver hair catching the light, sitting at the kitchen island, carefully measuring formula into a bottle while cradling a sleeping Jeylan against her chest.

A wave of warmth washed over Josh. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, simply watching. Then, he moved silently into the room. "Hey, Mama Lo," he murmured, his voice low so as not to wake the baby. "he been ok?"

Soriya's mother looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Hey, baby. Yeah, he just woke up for a feed."

Josh gently reached out, his large hands carefully taking Jeylan into his arms. The tiny body nestled against his chest, a perfect fit. He looked down at his son, a profound love etched on his face, before turning back to Soriya's mother.

"Mama Lo," he began, his voice a touch hesitant, "Soriya is everything to me. She's an incredible woman, an amazing mother... and I can't imagine my life without her. Would it be okay with you if I asked her to marry me?"

Soriya's mother's eyes softened, a hint of moisture glistening within them. She reached out and squeezed his arm. "Josh," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "it would make me the happiest mother in the world. I see that you love my daughter, and you're a good man. She deserves all the happiness you can give her."

A wave of relief washed over Josh, followed by a surge of excitement. He had her blessing. Now, he just needed to make it perfect.

The next morning, Soriya woke up to an unfamiliar weight beside her in bed. She blinked, her eyes still adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Then, she saw him. Josh. His dark, curly hair tousled on the pillow, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Josh?" she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep. "You're home?" she blinked a few times, thinking she was dreaming.

His eyes fluttered open, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Hey, ma," he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek. "Surprise."

"But you weren't supposed to be back for another few days," Soriya said, her mind still trying to catch up.

"I know," he chuckled softly. "I had to pull some strings. Couldn't stay away any longer." He leaned down and kissed her gently. "How you feeling this morning?"

"Better," she admitted, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the heat coming from the light pouring in from the sun. "Seeing you definitely helps."

Later that day, while Soriya was napping, Josh quietly pulled Tiffany and Breanna aside. "Hey, y'all," he said, a nervous but excited energy radiating from him. "I need y'all help with something."

Tiffany raised a curious eyebrow. "What's up?"

"I want to ask Soriya to marry me," he said, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Breanna gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my god, Josh! You f'real!"

Tiffany grinned widely. "Finally! We been waiting for this!"

Josh chuckled. "Yeah, well, I wanted it to be perfect. And I know how close you two are to Soriya. I was hoping you could help me plan something special."

"Of course, we will!" Tiffany exclaimed, her eyes already sparkling with ideas. "You know we got you."

Breanna nodded enthusiastically. "You got anything in mind?"

Josh outlined his idea of a nice dinner followed by a walk on the Jackson Street Bridge. Tiffany and Breanna immediately started brainstorming ways to make it extra special, their excitement mirroring his own.

The next evening, under the guise of a much-needed date night, Josh led a slightly suspicious but undeniably excited Soriya out of the house. Tiffany and Breanna, their eyes sparkling with conspiratorial glee, waved them off, promising Jeylan was in the best of hands.

The restaurant was dimly lit and intimate, the soft murmur of conversations creating a cozy atmosphere. As they settled into their corner booth, a sense of ease settled between them, a welcome change from the hurried phone calls and the focus on baby duties of the past few weeks.

"This is nice," Soriya sighed contentedly, reaching across the table to take Josh's hand. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, ma," Josh replied, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. "You deserve a night out. You've been incredible with Jeylan."

They ordered their food, and the conversation flowed easily. They talked about Jeylan's latest milestones – the way he'd started to track their faces, the little cooing sounds he'd been making. They shared funny anecdotes and the sheer exhaustion that often came with new parenthood, finding comfort in their shared experience.

"Your mom has been a lifesaver," Soriya said, a grateful smile on her face. "And having my Mom and the girls here, it's been everything. I don't know what I would have done without them. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you doing that.."

"You ain't got to thank me, me. They love you, Soriya," Josh said softly. "And they love Jeylan. I'm glad they could be here for you." He paused, his gaze becoming more intense. "It puts me at ease knowing somebody there for you. I know it ain't easy with me being gone."

Soriya's smile softened, a hint of the earlier loneliness returning to her eyes. "No," she admitted quietly. "It hasn't been. I miss you, your help, your hugs... just having you here."

Josh squeezed her hand. "I know, baby. And believe me, I've missed you both more than words can say. Being on the road... it takes a tole on me being without you two. Every time I get out the ring and come backstage, all I want is to come home to y'all."

Their food arrived, but they continued to talk, their conversation deepening. They spoke about their hopes for their family, the dreams they had for Jeylan, and the kind of life they wanted to build together. There was a renewed sense of connection, a reaffirmation of the strong foundation of their relationship.

As they finished their meal, Josh's eyes held a certain sparkle. "There's one more place I wanted to take you tonight," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Somewhere with a good view."

Soriya raised a curious eyebrow, but a sense of excitement fluttered in her chest. They walked hand-in-hand through the Atlanta night, the air cool against their skin, until they reached the Jackson Street Bridge. The skyline glittered before them, a breathtaking tapestry of light. They strolled to the middle of the bridge, the city humming softly around them. Josh stopped, turned to Soriya, and took both her hands in his.

Dinner was a blur of easy conversation and reconnecting. As they strolled along the Jackson Street Bridge, the Atlanta skyline shimmering in the distance, Josh stopped, turned to Soriya, and with heartfelt words and a trembling hand, presented the ring.

"Soriya," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "from the moment I met you, my life changed. You brought a light into it that I never knew was missing. And seeing you become a mother to our son... it's made my love for you grow in ways I never thought possible."

He reached into his pocket, his movements deliberate and a little shaky. He pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate, sparkling ring.

Soriya's breath hitched in her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the glittering skyline.

"Baby," Josh continued, his gaze unwavering, filled with a love so profound it stole her words, "will you marry me? Will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you, building our family, and navigating all the ups and downs together?"

A sob escaped Soriya's lips, but it was a sob of pure, unadulterated joy. Through the tears streaming down her face, she saw the depth of his love, the promise of their future.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "A million times, yes."

He slipped the ring onto her finger, its sparkle catching the city lights. Then, he pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss that sealed their promise under the vast, illuminated sky. The earlier ache of loneliness was a distant memory, replaced by the overwhelming warmth of his embrace and the radiant glow of their burning love, now illuminated by the promise of forever.

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The sleek, modern studio buzzed with a low hum of activity. Wires snaked across the floor, and the soft glow of ring lights illuminated the small set. Soriya smoothed down the front of her stylish but comfortable dress, a far cry from the milk-stained pajamas that had become her uniform. Across from her, beaming with practiced enthusiasm, sat Layla Jones, the host of the wildly popular podcast Beyond the Beauty.

"Welcome back to 'Beyond the Beauty,' everyone!" Layla's voice was warm and engaging, the same tone that had garnered her a massive following. "Today, I have the absolute pleasure of chatting with the incredibly talented Soriya! Soriya, welcome to the show!"

"Thank you so much for having me, Layla," Soriya replied, her smile genuine. A small knot of nerves fluttered in her stomach, but the excitement overshadowed it.

"Soriya, your brand, 'Bloom' has taken the beauty world by storm! What started as a passion project has become a global phenomenon. What's it like seeing your vision come to life like this, especially now as a new mom?" Layla leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Soriya's face softened. "It's surreal, honestly. There are days when I'm changing my baby's diaper, and then I'm on a Zoom call discussing new products, and ways to make it better. It's a constant juggling act, but it's also incredibly rewarding. 'Bloom' was always about empowering people and celebrating their natural beauty, and now, being a mom has only amplified that desire to create something positive."

"Speaking of your little one," Layla interjected smoothly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Motherhood looks amazing on you. How has it been navigating the early days?"

Soriya chuckled, a fond look in her eyes. "Oh, it's been wild, my boy already got me on my toes! Sleep deprivation is a real thing, and I've learned a whole new level of multitasking. But honestly, the love you feel for your child is unlike anything else. Every little milestone, every tiny smile... it makes all the sleepless nights worth it."

Layla nodded sympathetically. "I hear you! It's a beautiful chaos. Now, Soriya, you've always been so open with your fans, and they adore you for it. So, let's address the elephant in the room, shall we?" Layla's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You got the internet talking! There have been some pretty strong rumors circulating about you and a certain professional wrestler..."

Soriya's cheeks flushed slightly, but she met Layla's gaze with a soft smile. "Girl I know, they be in my comments," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"So," Layla prompted, leaning closer to her microphone, "are the rumors true? Are you and Jey gotten engaged?"

Soriya took a breath, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she thought of Josh. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice filled with warmth. "The rumors are true. Jey and I are engaged."

A delighted gasp escaped Layla's lips. "Oh my goodness! Soriya, congratulations! That's wonderful news! Y'all look so good together."

"Thank you," Soriya said, her smile widening. "We're both incredibly happy. It's been a journey for sure, and becoming parents has only strengthened our bond."

"That's so lovely to hear," Layla said sincerely. "So, how did it happen?" sitting up a further, giving Soriya her full attention.

Soriya's eyes softened as she recalled the moment on the bridge. "It was perfect," she said, a dreamy quality to her voice. "It was a gorgeous night, we had just left dinner. It was just the two of us." She subtly touched the delicate ring on her finger. "He truly surprised me."

"Oh, that sounds absolutely beautiful!" Layla gushed. "Well, Soriya, on behalf of all your fans and everyone here at 'Beyond the Beauty,' we send you and Jey the warmest congratulations. It's wonderful to see two such amazing people find their forever with each other."

"Thank you so much, Layla," Soriya replied, her heart feeling full. "We're really excited about our future together."

"Now, before we wrap up," Layla continued, smoothly transitioning back to Soriya's brand, "tell us a little more about what's next for 'Bloom.' Any exciting new products or collaborations in the works?"

Soriya's professional demeanor returned instantly, her passion for her brand shining through. She launched into a discussion about her latest innovations, the engagement news now a sweet undercurrent to the conversation.

As the interview drew to a close, Layla turned to her listeners. "Ok, there y'all have it! The incredibly talented Soriya. Soriya, thank you so much for sharing your time with us today."

"Thank you for having me, Layla," Soriya said, her smile radiant.

As the microphones were switched off, Layla leaned over and gave Soriya a warm hug. "Congratulations again, sis! I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you," Soriya said, a genuine warmth spreading through her. Sharing her news felt like another beautiful step forward, a confirmation of the love that now anchored her world.

Soriya gathered her things, a lightheartedness buzzing in her chest. The interview had gone well, and now that the news was officially out, a wave of relief washed over her. As she stepped out of the studio and into the bustling Atlanta evening, her phone vibrated in her hand. A wide smile touched her lips when she saw Josh's name flash across the screen.

"Hey, baby," she answered, a playful lilt in her voice.

"What's up Ma, or should I say, my fiancé" Josh's voice, rich and warm, filled her ear. "speaking of fiancés, you finally let the news out, huh?"

Soriya chuckled, picturing his mischievous grin. "What can I say? Layla cornered me. Besides, it was bound to get out eventually, especially after that Instagram post."

"Oh, it's out, alright," he said, a mocking tone in his voice. "My phone has been blowing up. You should see social media. 'Damn, Soriya lucky!' 'Jey pulled a bad one!'" He mimicked the fan comments, making her laugh. "You broke the internet, ma. Think of the poor data plans."

"Don't pretend you ain't loving it, Jey," Soriya teased, knowing how much he secretly enjoyed the buzz.

"Aight, maybe a little," he conceded, a soft laugh rumbling. "But seriously, baby, I'm proud of you. That interview sounded great. You handled it like the queen you are."

His sincerity touched her heart. "Thanks, baby. It feels good to finally share it. It's... real now."

"It's always been real, Riya," he corrected gently, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that sent a shiver down her spine. "Now get yo' fine ass home."

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[loulougoingsolo]

I watched GME again, for science, and I think Link was really taking an advantage of having the semi-nude Josh so close by during the blood play tasting segment. And Rhett looked a lil angry watching them from the monitor.

Now, this is the third time I'm attempting to post these pics to prove my point, and since the past two versions disappeared into the ether, I'm thinking Tumblr finds the pics too obscene. So, I had to add a little modesty edit. If this post finds you well, that was the case, and AI has officially declared GME too hot to handle. If not, my Tumblr is broken, and y'all never even get to see this post.

Edit. Well, fudge, it went through. What even is this world we live in?

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Summaries under the cut

Gallagher Girls by Ally Carter

Cammie Morgan is a student at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women, a fairly typical all-girls school—that is, if every school taught advanced martial arts in PE and the latest in chemical warfare in science, and students received extra credit for breaking CIA codes in computer class. The Gallagher Academy might claim to be a school for geniuses, but it's really a school for spies. Even though Cammie is fluent in fourteen languages and capable of killing a man in seven different ways, she has no idea what to do when she meets an ordinary boy who thinks she's an ordinary girl. Sure, she can tap his phone, hack into his computer, or track him through town with the skill of a real "pavement artist"—but can she maneuver a relationship with someone who can never know the truth about her?

Fablehaven by Brandon Mull

Trespassers will be turned to stone

For centuries, mystical creatures of all description were gathered to a hidden refuge called Fablehaven to prevent their extinction. The sanctuary is one of the last strongholds of true magic. Enchanting? Absolutely. Exciting? You bet. Safe? Well, actually, quite the opposite . . .

Kendra and her brother, Seth, have no idea their grandfather is the current caretaker of Fablehaven. Inside the gated woods, ancient laws keep order among greedy trolls, mischievous satyrs, plotting witches, spiteful imps, and jealous fairies. However, when the rules get broken, powerful forces of evil are unleashed, forcing Kendra and Seth to face the greatest challenge of their lives, to save their family, Fablehaven, and perhaps even the world.

The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel by Michael Scott

Nicholas Flamel was born in Paris on 28 September 1330. Nearly seven hundred years later, he is acknowledged as the greatest Alchemyst of his day. It is said that he discovered the secret of eternal life. The records show that he died in 1418. But his tomb is empty and Nicholas Flamel lives. The secret of eternal life is hidden within the book he protects—the Book of Abraham the Mage. It's the most powerful book that has ever existed. In the wrong hands, it will destroy the world. And that's exactly what Dr. John Dee plans to do when he steals it. Humankind won't know what's happening until it's too late. And if the prophecy is right, Sophie and Josh Newman are the only ones with the power to save the world as we know it. Sometimes legends are true. And Sophie and Josh Newman are about to find themselves in the middle of the greatest legend of all time.

Out of My Mind by Shannon Draper

Melody is not like most people. She cannot walk or talk, but she has a photographic memory; she can remember every detail of everything she has ever experienced. She is smarter than most of the adults who try to diagnose her and smarter than her classmates in her integrated classroom - the very same classmates who dismiss her as mentally challenged because she cannot tell them otherwise. But Melody refuses to be defined by cerebral palsy. And she's determined to let everyone know it - somehow.

The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare

Orphaned Kit Tyler knows, as she gazes for the first time at the cold, bleak shores of Connecticut Colony, that her new home will never be like the shimmering Caribbean island she left behind. In her relatives' stern Puritan community, she feels like a tropical bird that has flown to the wrong part of the world, a bird that is now caged and lonely. The only place where Kit feels completely free is in the meadows, where she enjoys the company of the old Quaker woman known as the Witch of Blackbird Pond, and on occasion, her young sailor friend Nat. But when Kit's friendship with the "witch" is discovered, Kit is faced with suspicion, fear, and anger. She herself is accused of witchcraft!

Books of Bayern by Shannon Hale

She was born with her eyes closed and a word on her tongue, a word she could not taste.

Her name was Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she spent the first years of her life listening to her aunt’s stories and learning the language of the birds, especially the swans. And when she was older, she watched as a colt was born, and she heard the first word on his tongue, his name, Falada.

From the Grimm’s fairy tale of the princess who became a goose girl before she could become queen, Shannon Hale has woven an incredible, original, and magical tale of a girl who must find her own unusual talents before she can lead the people she has made her own.

Fudge by Judy Blume

Life with his little brother, Fudge, makes Peter Hatcher feel like a fourth grade nothing. Whether Fudge is throwing a temper tantrum in a shoe store, smearing mashed potatoes on the walls at Hamburger Heaven, or trying to fly, he's never far from trouble. He's an almost three-year-old terror who gets away with everything, and Peter's had it up to here! When Fudge walks off with Dribble, Peter's pet turtle, it's the last straw. Peter has put up with Fudge for too long. Way too long! How can he get his parents to pay attention to him for a change?

Bartimaeus by Jonathan Stroud

Nathaniel is a boy magician-in-training, sold to the government by his birth parents at the age of five and sent to live as an apprentice to a master. Powerful magicians rule Britain, and its empire, and Nathaniel is told his is the "ultimate sacrifice" for a "noble destiny."

If leaving his parents and erasing his past life isn't tough enough, Nathaniel's master, Arthur Underwood, is a cold, condescending, and cruel middle-ranking magician in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The boy's only saving grace is the master's wife, Martha Underwood, who shows him genuine affection that he rewards with fierce devotion. Nathaniel gets along tolerably well over the years in the Underwood household until the summer before his eleventh birthday. Everything changes when he is publicly humiliated by the ruthless magician Simon Lovelace and betrayed by his cowardly master who does not defend him.

Nathaniel vows revenge. In a Faustian fever, he devours magical texts and hones his magic skills, all the while trying to appear subservient to his master. When he musters the strength to summon the 5,000-year-old djinni Bartimaeus to avenge Lovelace by stealing the powerful Amulet of Samarkand, the boy magician plunges into a situation more dangerous and deadly than anything he could ever imagine.

Shadow Children by Margaret Peterson Haddix

Luke has never been to school. He's never had a birthday party, or gone to a friend's house for an overnight. In fact, Luke has never had a friend.

Luke is one of the shadow children, a third child forbidden by the Population Police. He's lived his entire life in hiding, and now, with a new housing development replacing the woods next to his family's farm, he is no longer even allowed to go outside.

Then, one day Luke sees a girl's face in the window of a house where he knows two other children already live. Finally, he's met a shadow child like himself. Jen is willing to risk everything to come out of the shadows - does Luke dare to become involved in her dangerous plan? Can he afford not to?

Princess Academy by Shannon Hale

Miri lives on a mountain where, for generations, her ancestors have quarried stone and lived a simple life. Then word comes that the king's priests have divined her small village the home of the future princess. In a year's time, the prince himself will come and choose his bride from among the girls of the village. The king's ministers set up an academy on the mountain, and every teenage girl must attend and learn how to become a princess.

Miri soon finds herself confronted with a harsh academy mistress, bitter competition among the girls, and her own conflicting desires to be chosen and win the heart of her childhood best friend. But when bandits seek out the academy to kidnap the future princess, Miri must rally the girls together and use a power unique to the mountain dwellers to save herself and her classmates.

[joshlane]

WHO: Josh & OPEN!

WHERE: Farmer's market, countryside

WHEN: a Wednesday in May

"You know... technically, you could buy something from one of these stands and pass it off as a homemade baked good at the bake-off," Josh suggested with a grin on his face, gesturing towards the cakes and cookies, the pies and fudge that were all laid out on the table. Everything looked delicious, and although he had come to the farmer's market to grab some vegetables to stock up his refrigerator, maybe grab a hoagie for dinner, or a freshly made pretzel from the stand... he had a feeling he would be heading home with some baked goods, too. "I probably don't recommend it, though. Morals and what not, you know?"

[cryingcarcass]

Backseat

A/N: I'm not nearly as confident with my Johnny as I am with my Peter or my Josh, but I thought it wouldn't kill me to give it a shot. Thank you to all my TON pals who follow me both here and on my main. This one's for @sheepnwolfskin since they wanted more Johnny content, and I will feed this fandom myself if I gotta. Also yes, Mr. Silver's wife is named Justine, it's in the liner notes of multiple albums. :)

Johnny Kelly x fem!reader (18+): porn w/o plot, car sex

L'amour was the longstanding local watering hole for more edgier music enthusiasts and bar flies alike. It was also a spot Type O Negative both liked to frequent after gigs and even play at when they could fudge it. Another gig done had the band and their respective cohorts smushed into a circular booth, drinks in hand and conversation going smoothly.

Whiskey in his glass, the newest addition to the band, Mister Johnny Kelly was all smiles and laughs, already causing a ruckus with the remaining trio. Kenny was in the middle of a frankly animated story, nearly elbowing his wife Bonnie in the face several times while he and Pete bickered over the facts of what really happened that night down in Stanken Island. She'd shove him back on occasion when he got too close to her, but she was busy chatting with her sister Justine who was resting against Mr. Josh Silver. The man himself was doing his best to relax against the cushions and tune it all out; sporadically rubbing his lady's side lovingly.

You'd known of Johnny more when he was still working as a mechanic. He'd helped you out a couple times in a pinch and when you'd heard through the Brooklyn grape vine that he'd switched professions, it came as a bit of a surprise. Keeping it casual so far, he invited you to a show when he "got up to snuff" to finally show you his drumming abilities.

Eventually the night was winding down, Kenny turning his attention towards Bonnie, nipping at her playfully while Peter had already made his escape.

"You wanna take this elsewhere?," you put a hand over a toned bicep, murmuring softly as Josh and Kenny started nagging each other.

"Sure, night's still young. Drinks are on me tonight," he shimmied past you to go pay the tab. When he came back he helped you up and put your coat on. "Looks like it's just dumpin out, sorry hun"

Sure enough, behind the sound of the bar and under the awning outside, New York decided to open the floodgates. Fat droplets slapping the pavement and small rivers already running in the streets made for a dreary night.

"You wait here, I'll pull up so you don't get soaked," He shucked off his trench coat, handing it to you before you could protest, and jogged down to where he parked his beloved collector car down the street. It didn't take long for you to regret your outfit choice, the hot bar contrasted hard to the cold night air left you shivering in your heels, even with two jackets. Eventually, headlights pulled up and a quick tap of the horn signaled your chariot had arrived.

"For God's sakes, John, you're soaked!" you protested as he got out to open the door for you, and by God he was. Black hair utterly plastered to his body and clothes clinging on for dear life, he ushered you into the passenger seat.

"Shit it's cold!" he squeaked on the leather interior into the drivers seat and slammed the door; cranking up the heater. "You alright? Not too wet?"

"Oh I'm fine, more worried about you! A drowned rat looks better than you do right now," you shook your head as he pulled back into traffic flow.

"Aww, well, I'll dry off. Can't be lookin' any worse than I normally do," he chuckled, giving the dashboard a gentle pat. "Don't worry, she'll get this cab warmed up in no time."

"You're insane," you sighed, letting the heater blast on your poor feet as you wore his coat like a blanket across your lap.

"Maybe, baby. So, you got a destination in mind or we just takin' a cruise round town?" he wiped his face with his hand, trying to get some of the excess water off his brow so he could see. Your eyes, however, were much more interested in the curves of his chest sticking out through his waterlogged white tank-top.

"Doubt you're in a place to go anywhere, since you look like you won a wet t-shirt contest," you teased, making him laugh a little. "Don't mind, just somewhere... private, y'know? I just wanna be with you right now."

"Alright I get the hint~" he hummed with a smile, getting into the turn lane. He drove you back down the backside of his old work, pulling into a parking spot. "We won't have any trouble here, the boys at the shop don't hang round when it's this shitty out."

"Thank you for tonight," you replied sincerely, unbuckling as he let the car idle, turning the headlights off. "It was a fun show and you got some good friends. You really are talented."

"I appreciate it. Can't say it was our best show, but it was a show, and I can find a way to have a good time," he smiled at you warmly as he reclined a bit in the drivers seat. "Glad you came despite the mess"

Chatting between you both came easy and fun, laughing and enjoying the time as the heater finally came around to making the atmosphere tolerable. After a while you noticed his teeth were beginning to chatter when he thought you weren't looking.

"You cold? You can have your coat back, y'know," you gave him a sympathetic look, offering the garment back to him.

"Nah, you got that lil skirt on. I'll be alright" he assured you, ever the gentleman despite still being soggy.

"Well then at least let me help you a bit," you slid his coat back on your lap and began to take off your own.

"What do you mean?" he quirked a brow as you grabbed the bottom hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, turning it inside-out. Before he could question you, you plopped the garment right on his head and began to try to makeshift towel-dry him.

"You're gonna get sick, ya know," you chided gently, fluffing inky black hair with your shirt, trying to sop up some of the water. The act seemed to catch him by surprise, and whether it be the cold, or your touch, his cheeks were pink.

"You're awful sweet," he chuckled a bit, leaning into your touch, doing his best to not steal a glance at your rack, "Really though, don't worry. If I get sick from bein good to you, then it's worth it."

"...Can I kiss you, Johnny?" you asked, letting your warm hand cup his damp and cold cheek. Poor thing. He'd earned at the least a kiss.

"I don't know, can you?" he teased, leaning closer to you, "Nah, c'mere~"

Even though he was still cold to the touch, there was a warmth to his kiss, only accentuated by the tickle of his goatee on your skin. He swung one arm around you to keep you close to him, eager to steal whatever warmth you had. Eventually, he had enough keeping you at a distance, and when you both broke away to breathe, he stripped himself of his tank-top and dropped it in the floorboards of the backseat.

"C'mon, lets take this to the back~" he gestured with his head to the bucket style seats of the back of his car. You obliged, parting to get out and dodge a bit of rain to hop in the back of the cab. He followed suit and once there wasn't a gear shifter between you both, he was on you immediately. Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush to his fit chest. The only thing keeping your nipples from stiffening was the fabric of your bra.

"May I touch?" you cast your eyes down to his now bare torso, still keeping your hands relatively chaste on the curve of his arm and draped over his neck.

He laughed a little, amused by your amendment to your requests to be 'proper'. "Go ahead~ I wouldn't mind doin' a little touchin myself" one of those strong hands plucked your bra clasp gently, smoothing it back out.

"I damn well wish you would!" you smiled right back. His joy was infectious and even topless and drenched he was still oh so pretty.

Finally getting to feel his curves, you moaned back into his kiss, feeling up every bit of clammy skin. Your attempts to dry him off and the work of the heater had fogged up the windows, giving you both some privacy as he worked your bra open. Chilly fingers reached into the cup of the garment, searching for your nipple and gently rubbing it, making you shiver.

"Very nice," he murmured against your lips, sliding his tongue wet and hot against your lower lip, tasting your lipstick. Slowly, he let his presence take up more of your space, leaning you back against the door. He stopped only for a moment to make sure the door was locked so you didn't tumble out into the street by accident before continuing.

"You sure you wanna do this here?" you huffed a bit breathless, tossing your bra into the footwell as you slid further down onto the seat, parting your legs to let him take up more space. "Thought your car was your baby"

"She is, and who said this wasn't part of what I enjoyed about her? That her cabs just big enough where I can do this with you," brown eyes were bright as he looked you over, gently maneuvering your body so he could fit comfortably enough. "You alright?"

"Yes, a bit cramped, but nothing awful," you kicked your heels off, letting them clatter somewhere in the dark. The glow of the streetlamp accentuated his shape as he held himself up with his knees, wrestling with his belt.

"Lemme just put this back on, don't want a cop to come by and see my bare ass ripe 'n ready" Johnny joked, reaching to grab his trench coat from the front seats. He slid it back on, and subsequently, slid everything below the belt off.

"I dunno, I'd call that a treat if it were me~" you rolled your eyes playfully as he climbed back on top of you, pressing his bare body to yours. Still wet in some places, but God it felt good finally being chest to chest.

"I bet you would~" he purred, going right to your neck. His kisses were prickly from his facial hair, making you squirm a bit "That tickle? Huh? Huh~?" he laughed as you squirmed, warm and full as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"Quit it you goober!" you practically shrieked laughing, wrapping both your arms and one leg around him to keep him close despite him toying with you. "How am I supposed to get wound up if you keep goofin around?"

"My apologies, ma'am" he kissed your cheek, giving you a break from his teasing. That hot and heavy atmosphere came back as he rested a hand on the swell of your thigh, petting the skin. Little by little, his touch went higher, hiking up your skirt more and more until he could cup the full meat of your asscheek, squeezing. "Mmm, you warm me up real good, hun~"

"I can feel it," you huffed a bit breathless from his ministrations, lips already swollen and puffy from kissing so much. Every now and then you could feel the tap of the head of his cock against your body, already stiff and eager. One thick finger drug itself against your bare opening, the lack of cloth catching him off guard.

"Oh you're a lil nasty, huh?" he groaned a bit, letting his fingertips play with your lower lips, stroking. Going panty-less had the exact effect you had hoped for as he went back in for more of you, sucking on your tongue gently in a steamy kiss.

"I wasn't planning on anything, but I was hoping" you admitted when you could breathe, face flushing red anew from both coming clean, and his attention. You gasped softly as he nudged your clit, carding your fingers through his wet hair.

"I'm flattered, really. I'll have to show my appreciation~" one finger gently probed its way inside, massaging at your walls. It was soon joined by another, rubbing your clit to make you moan. From your clit to your opening, another digit sunk inside, stroking at you internally. Slick coated his fingers generously as he began to scissor, working you open to take him as he kissed at your clavicle. "How you doin? You ready?"

"Johnny..." you whined as he pulled his fingers back, clenching on nothing.

"I may not be anywhere near what Pete's got, but I promise you I'll show you a good time," it was a joke, but it had a feeling of self consciousness to it. It was true, he was the new guy and Pete had a walking estrogen brigade at his beck and call should he want it.

"Johnny. Baby. I ain't thinkin' about Peter, I'm thinkin' about you," you rubbed his upper back, feeling the muscles in his shoulders from drumming so much. He flashed you a look of gratitude as he lined himself up, and began to sink into your heat.

He kept his thrusts shallow, mostly due to space constraints, but each one he made count. Arching his back and pressing his face into your nape so he could get as deep as the backseat allowed, the gentle huff of his breath warm in contrast to the chill of his damp hair dripping onto your chest.

You let yourself get lost in it all. The smell of sex and leather, the remnants of bourbon and traces of cologne, the puttering of the idle engine in tandem to the rain pounding the hood of the car. The suede lining of his coat brushed against bare skin and added to the sensation of his thrusts. You wrapped your fingers in the dyed locks at the base of his skull and tugged, earning a throaty groan as his thrusts faltered a bit.

"Pull it harder... just a bit..." he grunted as he fought to keep pace. Drumming meant sitting more than the other three standing, but he refused to stop.

"You like that, big guy~?" You cooed, letting out a pleased whine as he hit your sweet spot just right, pulling his hair again. "That's it, right there!"

With your guidance, he kept up his shallow thrusts but increased the pace, keeping a tempo that made the tightness in your belly curl in a delicious rhythm. Johnny's hips sputtered as he came, panting and sweating, but didn't slow down. Reaching between both of your bodies, he gave your clit a few quick rubs. The result was an orgasm snapping through your body light lightning. Gripping him as if he'd disappear as you rode out your high.

When he was sure you'd come down did he slow himself to a stop, putting all his weight on his forearm to not crush you.

The silence was sweet and if your legs didn't feel so stiff you probably could've fallen asleep right there. Instead, he weasled his hand under the small of your back and pulled you off the seat and onto his chest. He leaned back against the door on his side, letting you rest as he pet your back lovingly.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, John" you jokingly prodded at him, getting cozy while you recovered.

"Caught me again," he snickered, draping your fallen coat back over your shoulders for warmth

"Sorry about making a mess on your seats"

"Bah, better than Kenny puking any day," he kissed your brow, snuggling you against him.

"Gross," you snorted, rolling your eyes. "That was wonderful, by the way, thank you. I've really enjoyed getting to know you lately.

"Likewise, you got a good sense of humor, and it does help you're pretty easy on the eyes"

"Open or closed?" you smirked. All he could do was laugh.

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First Date to First Dance

Pairing: Nathan Bastian x Reader

Summary: A song followed you through your relationship with Nathan, from first date to first dance.

Word Count: 3245

Warnings: Use of Y/N once. Mentions of love, some mentions of a wedding dress and other of nudity. I didn't look up his sister's name, I couldn't find it so I just did a random name. Also swearing.

A/N: This is for the lovely @shinyfalcon4 who is my Hockey Girlies Christmas Fic exchange buddy! I really hope you love this because I loved writing this. @mp0625 for the masterlist :) also unedited so soz for any mistakes.

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Never could be sweeter than with you

Finally, winter break came around and your family was preparing for their annual Christmas Party. It was an all day long list of preparations your mother had perfected over the years. Your family’s closest friends, along with some of the Neighbours, were all invited to yours for a fun evening of food and drinking. 

Your mother called you into the kitchen where she was preparing a chicken to go into the oven. “Can you be a sweetheart and get the oven door for me?” 

“Sure Ma.” You turned to do as she asked before closing it once the food was in. “Do you need help with anything?” 

“If you could make your gingerbread fudge, that would be fantastic. Everyone always asks for the recipe.”

The apron was handed to you. A patchwork of different Christmas fabrics your grandmother had made for you when you became old enough to help with the Christmas baking. Just like it was tradition on Christmas Eve in your family. The women of your family prepare the large dinner and things for lunch the following day. 

When you finished your fudge and it was in the fridge chilling, you double-checked with your mum she didn’t need any more help before finding your father and older brother out the front. The pair were setting up the Christmas lights. Due to work, neither hadn’t gotten around to setting them up before today. 

“Hey jellybean,” Your dad grinned when he spotted you rugged up in your winter coat. 

“Need any help?”

Your brother threw a snowball at you. Right at your face. 

“You bitch! Josh, I’m going to kill you.”

“Language,” Your dad chuckled as you took off to chase your brother around. 

You were soon sent inside for being a distraction to your brother. With your mum all good in the kitchen and your dad and brother nearly finished with the Christmas lights, you decide to start getting ready. You had a couple hours but why not get ready early. It meant you'd be ready by the time the Bastian family arrived. 

A pair of new jeans and your favourite, most cozy, Christmas sweater was the outfit choice. Paired with a red clip in your hair to keep your hair out of your face. Simple but cute outfit. By the time you were ready, you heard the doorbell ring through the halls of your home. There was only one guess needed for who was here early. Your neighbours.

“I’ll get it!” You shout as you race to the door. 

The door swung open to reveal the Bastian family. Nate stood with his older siblings, Nick and Natalie, and his parents. All dressed in festive outfits. 

“Welcome, come in!”

As each member passed you, you got a hug. Leaving Nate till last. The pair of you grinned, sharing a hug before closing the door and retreating to your room. There was still another hour until the rest of the guests would most likely arrive. 

“So I was thinking that we could sneak out and go for a drive to look at Christmas lights,” Nate suggested as he took in what you were wearing. It was like you were glowing. 

“Really?”

It wasn’t a secret that you loved Christmas. Your favourite part was going for a drive around your city to look at the lights. Usually Nick, Natalie and your brother would take you two with them for their annual drive. But this year, both you and Nate had gotten your license. 

Nate blushed, “Yeah, I’ll drive. You can sit in the passenger seat with a blanket and hot chocolate. I’ll even let you choose the music.”

“That sounds amazing! Oh my, a perfect night.”

“A perfect first date?” The boy in front of you asked shyly. His voice trailing off more with every syllable. 

“A date?” You whisper. “Really?”

When Nate nodded his head in agreement – too nervous to speak – you hugged him tightly. Blushing and pulling away when you realised that you probably seemed too eager. “I’d, uh, love to go on a date with you.”

Those words washed away all the teen’s nerves. Nate laughed loudly, picking you up and spinning you around. The pair of you stared at each other with wide smiles. Both clearly happy with the moment. You found yourself leaning in, closing the distance between yourself and Nate. 

“Come on you two, come socialise,” Your mother called from the living room. “We haven’t even seen Nathan before you stole him away.”

The sound of your mother killed the moment but that didn’t stop Nate from lacing his fingers with yours and leading the way to your family. He parted for a split second to hug you mum and shake hands with your dad. Your brother gave him a knuckles before Nate returned to your side. 

“Ever the guard dog,” Josh muttered to Nick, his best friend. 

“Always,” he laughed. 

The party was in full swing by the time that you and Nate decided to ditch it and go on your little adventure. While he made you a hot chocolate for your drive, you changed your pants into a pair of pyjama pants. The two of you snuck out and over to his place. After pulling your favourite blanket from his bed and he changed into his pyjamas, you two piled into the car. Off on an adventure. 

“You look comfy,” Nate smiled softly, glancing away from the road for a second to see you snuggled under the blanket, thermos of hot chocolate in hand. 

Under the glow of the nearby house’s Christmas lights, Nate looked so handsome. Just who you’ve come to love over the years of being best friends and neighbours. “I am so happy right now.”

“Me too.”

One of your favourite songs started to play through the radio. The whistling intro to Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros started to float through the speakers. A song you recognised immediately.

“Oh I love this song,” You smile as Nate goes to turn the song up. 

Nate knew this was a favourite song of yours. Having heard it over the years since you had first discovered it. Now as he drove up to the next house on their list, he listened closer to the lyrics. Suddenly it hit him. This was how he felt about you. He parked in front of the house lit up by thousands of little lights. You turned to him as he heard ‘never could be sweeter than with you’ and it all fell into place. You were the one. Even though you weren’t dating, he knew. 

Nate pulled you closer, caressing your face as he felt your uneven breath on his lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course,” You grin, closing the distance between you two. Lips moulding together as the song goes into the trumpet part. This song was how you felt about Nate.

Home is wherever I'm with you

Nathan had training today and it was tiring but he had something to look forward to tonight. Tonight was the New Jersey Devils’ Christmas Party. That meant he got to show you off to his teammates. Something he’s never shy of doing. Especially at Christmas. 

Since the two of you had been dating, your love for Christmas blossomed. Which meant it passed on to Nate. It was both of your favourite time of the year now. Every light reminded you of your first date together. Of your anniversary. Your love was at the roots of the festive season.

What was even better was that he was back in New Jersey after the frustrating stint in Seattle with the Kraken. Neither of you felt at home while he was there but as had become the motto getting you through each day was ‘home is wherever I’m with you’. A lyric from what had become their song. It was their way of reminding each other though Seattle wasn’t New Jersey, he had you. 

Nate could hear the music coming from his bathroom. Since moving back to Newark, all he wanted was to be with you 24/7. To come home after a hard training to you somewhere in the apartment. Making it come to life. But you had your own apartment you had to return to every couple of days or when Nate was on a roadie. 

Even now, he could see bits of your spread out in his apartment. A few stray pieces of clothing left on the ground from their sexcapades the other night. Pictures of the couple over the years; their first christmas as a couple, his draft, their first christmas with the team. Even the little things like your keys on the hook, your brush sitting on the couch, the smell of your cookies wafting through the apartment. It wasn’t home without you.

“Nate, is that you?”

Without waiting another second, Nate started to peel off layers of clothes until he was only in his underwear, standing outside the bathroom door. He opened the door and saw your naked form swaying to the music. Eyes closed as you watched your hair. His briefs hit the ground and he slid into the shower behind you.

The familiar whistle echoed through the bathroom. Off the tiles. Then your soft voice sang along with the music. Nate sang along as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Hi baby.”

“Hey, welcome home,” You smiled, spinning around and resting your arms on his shoulders. “How was training?”

He grunted in response. His head tucking into your neck as you lightly ran your fingers up and down his back in a calming matter. The two of you just stood under the running water, listening to the soft music echoing off the tiles.

“That bad?”

“Yeah.”

You sigh lightly, scratching the nape of his neck with your nails. One of his favourite things. “Oh baby.”

“I wanna come home to you every day,” Nate muttered, tightening his grasp on you. 

“What was that?” 

The man took a deep breath, deciding it was finally time to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind since he had left for Seattle. One he regretted now asking earlier. “Will you move in with me? I wanna come home to you every day. Just seeing your beautiful smile makes my day a billion times better.” 

“Oh baby, of course I will,” You grin, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. The final chorus was playing as you shared a smile. “Home is wherever I’m with you.”

I never loved one like you.

Christmas was always one of your favourite times of year. Especially since you and Nate got together. This year was like every other. Well maybe expect the fact this year you two were hosting both families. Nate had a game both before and after the big day so you couldn’t travel back to good old Mississauga. But that wasn’t stopping your families. 

Christmas morning and you found yourself in the kitchen with both your mothers, Natalie, Anna (your sister-in-law) and Lila (Nick’s wife). It was a full family affair. Waffles, eggs, bacon, and more all planned for breakfast. All three of you had a mimosa close by as the men of the family hung out in the lounge room watching a random hockey game replay. 

“It’s Christmas, can you guys please put something else on for once?” Nate’s mum sighed, hearing the commentating of the game. 

Without an argument, surprisingly, the guys turn off the tv and put on spotify. Nate hooks it up to the speakers you have running through the house and plays some carols. When breakfast was ready, all of you got comfy around the dining table. 

“Kiddo, can you please pass me the bacon?” Josh asked.

“Here,” you smirk, picking up a single piece and placing it on his outstretched hand. 

“You little shit.”

Your mum sighs, “Can we please just save the fighting for a day? An hour even?”

Instead of annoying your mum even more, you did as your brother asked and grabbed the plate of bacon and passed it over. Not before grabbing your own pieces. Bacon and maple syrup would always be one of your favourite combinations. 

When breakfast was finished, the family made their way into the lounge room, finding themselves sat all around. This year it was Nate’s turn at being “Santa”. Which just meant reading the labels and passing them to who it was for. Slowly, one by one, the large pile of presents under the tree was dispersed to the correct individuals. And soon enough it looked empty under the tree. 

Everyone started opening their presents, words of gratitude shared from one person to another when their gift was revealed. Though you were happily opening your gifts, Nate hadn’t touched his. And he seemed nervous. 

“You okay?” You mumble to him, trying not to alert the families if something was wrong. 

The man just sent you a small smile, “Just want to see you open mine.”

One by one, you opened the pile of presents in front of you. Mum. Dad. Brother. Nate’s Parents. His siblings. A present from each person in the room except one from him. 

“Nate, baby, I don’t see one with your name on it.”

Nate stood up and went back to the tree and grabbed a small gift hidden in the tree, behind to tinsel to conceal it. 

“I found it,” He states handing you the present to unwrap. 

As you slowly unwrapped the small present, Nate sank to one knee. When you looked up at him, realising what’s going on, he grabbed the now unwrapped ring box and opened it. Revealing the gorgeous ring he had picked out just for you. With the help of both of your brothers. 

That’s when you heard the familiar whistle echo through the room and house. Filling it with the notes of your love song. 

“I love you,” Nate begins, his hands shaking with nerves. “The couple years have been a ride, that’s for sure. But I wouldn’t want to be on it with anyone else but you. I never loved one like you–”

“Yes,” You interrupt excitedly. You had tears running down your cheeks. Happy ones of course. “I want to marry you. Tomorrow even.”

Nate slid the ring onto the correct finger. Which was shaking with excitement. As soon as he completed the task, you flung yourself at him, tackling him to the ground in a loveful bliss. Just like the laugh he let out. 

“I’ve never loved anyone like you,” You whisper, in time with the song, before pressing your lips to his. The love pouring out as your family all celebrates around you. You were getting married.

Alabama, Arkansas. I do love my ma and pa. Not that way that I do love you.

Mrs Bastian. Who could believe it. Certainly not yourself or Nate. Both of you were still trying to wrap your heads around the fact you two were married. After so long of dating. 

The day had been perfect. From the morning spent getting ready with your loved ones to the moment Nate first saw you in your dress. Yes, he even cried at the sight. Then his speech that made you nearly ruin your make-up (thank god for water proof makeup). So far, it was perfect and you knew the rest of the night would also be perfect.

Here you were with your husband behind the barn doors, waiting on being announced by the DJ. All of the bridal party had already entered the reception tTo a couple party songs. Some of which were a little ridiculous but were a right laugh. Now it was your turn. Well you and Nate’s. Nate pulled you closer, sneaking another kiss. 

“I love you, wifey.”

“I love you too hubby,” You grin, pressing your lips to his once more. 

“Are you ready for this?”

You giggle, “I’m always ready.”

Then you heard the DJ. “Please welcome, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bastian!”

The large doors swung open and you two walked in to clapping and cheering. When you reached the dance floor, Nate was sure to spin you around, showing off your white dress for the reception. Then he proceeded to dip you, kissing you in front of all the friends and family that were present. 

“Get some Big Nate!” A voice that sounded awfully like Jack Hughes shouted. 

The pair of you shared a laugh with many others who had heard the boy’s words. Instead of doing the first dance after the food comes out, you both had decided to do it first. It was how you wanted to start off such a great night of celebrating your love. 

“To kick off the long night, the newlyweds will be doing their first dance.”

The familiar whistle started to play and you two wrapped your arms around each other. Anyone who knew the couple knew this was their song. One that has followed them throughout the relationship. 

“Alabama, Aarkansas,” Nate starts to sing quietly as you two sway to the song. 

“I do love my ma and pa,” You continue.

You both smile as you sing the next words. “But not the way that I do love you.”

You come to rest your head on his chest, just listening to him sing to you as you dance. This, ever since you realized this song was your song, was your first dance song. And being in the moment made you know you made the right choice. With the song and Nate. Sure, you knew before this you two would get married. But it made you feel at peace knowing you and Nate were in it for the long run that is life. 

“(Y/N),” Nate spoke, going along with the song but changing the lyrics.

“Nathan.”

“Do you remember that day I took you to see Christmas Lights?”

You couldn’t help but grin at the change of lyrics, “I sure do, you drove me all around town.”

“Well, you looked out the window, admiring every light you saw and pointing out every house you loved, you remember that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, there's something I never told you about that night”

“What didn't you tell me?” You knew the lyrics but every time you and Nat reenact this little part, it always made you grin that cheesy in love smile. Especially with the change he’s made. Hearing Nate speak about falling in love made those damn butterflies come back. Every. Time.

Nate came to cup your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes. “While you were sitting in the passenger seat, with your blanket and drinking your hot chocolate, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you. And I never told you 'til just now.”

“Aww.”

No matter how many times you and Nate heard this song, it will always be your favourite. As the last chorus played, both of you thought back on your relationship. How many times this song happened to be playing at important moments. From the first date to the day he proposed. This song was a way to show your love to each other. The love of your relationship. Exactly what you were doing right now. 

You two sing the last line to each other, encapsulating both of your feelings into those same 7 words. “Home is when I'm alone with you.”

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[thefudge]

dear dr fudge: idk if you have any interest in m night movies, but in his newest film trap, m night cast his daughter as this popstar and she somehow ended up having insane chemistry with josh hartnett's serial killer character. the movie itself is not good but I was honestly kinda 🤭 in the theater because the vibes were strong.

i know about trap!!! as an m night and big josh hartnett fan i really want to watch it. i mean the premise itself is ripe for really juicy dynamics. i'm looking forward to it!

[blackwaverp]

Herbert Burke

Esposo de Belvina Black y padre de dos hijos y una hija.

edad: 71 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Jeremy Irons sangre: pura

Irma Crabbe

Esposa de Pollux Black y madre de Walburga, Alphard y Cygnus Black. Puede estar relacionada con el padre de Vincent Crabbe.

edad: 45 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Olivia Colman sangre: pura

Bartemius Crouch

También conocido como 'Barty', es el hijo de Charis Black y Caspar Crouch. Tiene dos hermanas menores. Desprecia la magia oscura y a todos los que la practican.

edad: 15 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Noah Jupe sangre: pura

Caspar Crouch

Esposo de Charis Black y padre de Bartemius y dos hijas.

edad: 38 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Matthew Goode sangre: pura

Elphias Doge

En 1892 contrajo la viruela de dragón, poco antes de entrar a Hogwarts. Si bien al ingresar a Hogwarts no contagiaba la viruela, su aspecto enfermizo hizo que poca gente se acercara a él. Guarda una estrecha relación con Albus Dumbledore.

edad: 71 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Stellan Skarsgård sangre: pura

Aberforth Dumbledore

Es el hermano de Albus Dumbledore y la difunta Ariana. Dueño de 'Cabeza de Puerco'.

edad: 68 años casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Ciarán Hinds sangre: pura

Florean Fortescue

Fecha de nacimiento desconocida, recomendamos la colocada en el apartado. En el canon de la saga, terminaría siendo el dueño de 'Heladería Florean Fortescue'.

edad: 23 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Anthony Keyvan sangre: mestiza

Cornelius Fudge

Fecha de nacimiento desconocida, recomendamos la colocada en el apartado. Se sabe que antes de ser Ministro de Magia trabajó en el Departamento de Accidentes y Catástrofes en el Mundo de la Magia.

edad: 28 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Patrick Gibson sangre: mestiza

Hester Gamp

Esposa de Sirius Black II y madre de Arcturus III, Lycoris y Regulus Black. Actualmente se encuentra bajo vigilancia tras la muerte de su esposo.

edad: 73 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Susan Sarandon sangre: pura

Rubeus Hagrid

Es hijo de una giganta, Fridwulfa, que lo abandonó con su padre cuando era un niño. Tras los hechos ocurridos en Hogwarts en 1943, fue expulsado de la escuela por abrir supuestamente la Cámara de los Secretos. Como no se pudo probar, solo lo castigaron con la expulsión.

edad: 24 años casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Josh Andrés Rivera sangre: mestiza

Rolanda Hooch

Fecha de nacimiento antes de 1918. Dedicó su carrera al quidditch, sin embargo, se desconoce desde qué lugar se involucró al deporte.

edad: 36 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Tati Gabrielle sangre: mestiza

Olive Hornby

Nació entre mediados de 1920 y principios de 1930, tiene un hermano. Ella solía burlarse de Myrtle Warren por sus gafas. Tras la muerte de Myrtle, esta comenzó a acosarla como fantasma.

edad: 23 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Kaitlyn Bernard sangre: pura

Eugenia Jenkins

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Muy involucrada en la política mágica. Se conoce que apoyó públicamente a los squibs.

edad: 47 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Kathryn Hahn sangre: pura

Nobby Leach

De nacimiento Norbert, es un mago hijo de muggles. Siempre se mostró muy relacionado con la política intentando ser un cambio positivo para la sociedad.

edad: 50 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Eddie Marsan sangre: impura

Augusta Longbottom*

Apellido a elección del usuario que tome el personaje. Se conoce que es la futura esposa de Leander Longbottom. La relación queda a elección de los correspondientes usuarios.

edad: 18 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Sadie Soverall sangre: pura

Enid Longbottom

Segunda hija de Callidora Black y Harfang Longbottom. Tiene un hermano mayor, Leander.

edad: 16 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Ariana Greenblatt sangre: pura

Harfang Longbottom

Esposo de Callidora Black y padre de Enid y Leander.

edad: 41 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Oscar Isaac sangre: pura

Leander Longbottom

Primer hijo de Callidora Black y Harfang Longbottom, y el hermano mayor de Enid. Se desconoce su nombre original, la administración solo dio un nombre para que sea más fácil identificarlo.

edad: 18 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Charlie Bushnell sangre: pura

Lyall Lupin

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que se dedicó al estudio de apariciones espectrales no mágicas. Abiertamente en contra de las criaturas mágicas, en especial de los hombres lobo.

edad: 19 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Edvin Ryding sangre: pura

Abraxas Malfoy

Pertenece a una de las familias más reconocidas del mundo mágico. Abiertamente en contra de la sangre muggle y criaturas.

edad: 25 años casa: Slytherin pb sugerido: Louis Hofmann sangre: pura

[mysimsloveaffair]

People you’d like to get to know better:

I was tagged by @lazymblr and @ellemant. Thanks so much!!

last song: More to You - Josh Fudge

favorite color(s): Burgundy/Black and sometimes Orange

currently watching: Billions & Rap Shit

last movie: The Color Purple (I got chills y'all)

currently reading: Outlander (audiobook)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: A bit of it all

last thing I googled Bing'd: FAFSA (I have a son in college)

current obsession: Cozy Games

currently working on: Planning a new build (and a collab) for upcoming Banks Dynasty posts.

Tagging the first few people on my dash, so I can get to know some new people: @noeyinthemist | @sparkiekong | @gerbits | @happy-lemon | and @cyazurai

Feel free to ignore!

[puppyparkmoving]

😴📧 Dylan + Margaret 📬😌

Millenium anthem - Jay Tholen // Computer talk - Austenyo // Insomnia - The moss // Computer boy - Poppy // When she's gone - Josh Fudge // Electronic lover - Breathe electric // This time - Sure sure // Automatic - The pointer sisters // Moth meme - Whose rules // I love hating you - FrankJavCee // Lover boy - Tabby // Toothbrush - DNCE // Shadow on the wall - Video age // Online lover - Valiant vermin // Sleeptime computing - Jay Tholen // realife - Nelward

Listen here 💬

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

🍟 Josh, Amelie & Jeremy? (Same place?)

The wheel said Dairy Queen!

Josh: Bacon Two Cheese Deluxe Signature Stackburger, hot fudge sundae

Amelie: Backyard Bacon Ranch Signature Stackburgers with no ranch, Reese's Peanut Butter Cup blizzard

Jeremy: plain chicken strip basket with fries, chocolate dip in a cup

[laura-sanchez-mlp]

MSA x WnG: A Matter of Loaf and Death AU Chapter 4: Gromit was falling in love with Fluffles, Arturo was falling in love with Judy

Gromit: was falling in love about Fluffles

Arturo was falling in love about Judy

Me/Laura, Sardonyx and others: ???

Danielle Kingsmen: Awww, gromit and arturo got girlfriends

Maxy Yukino: Yeah

**They are all finally sleep**

The next morning, Sarah's Fitbit is alarmed, the Alarm clock is ringing. Gromit and Gangs stopped alarm clocks. They are sleepless in tired.

Sarah: Worst better of the long night.

Sapphire: They had a hard to sleep.

Laura: Not good, worst night.

Sardonyx: Not better to sleep from hearing noise music.

Cera: I can hardly sleep from their activities.

After they are going bakes to delivery. They are back home after selling loaves of bread, and they are noticing Gromit and Arturo have their own belongs trash cans.

Sarah: ! Guys look at they have belonged in the trash?

Lewinn: !? They have belonged in the trash cans?!

Vicki: Not good.

Landon: ?

Arturo is surprised to not pleased.

Sapphire and Samantha are shocked that the two had thrown their belongings, they were not pleased and suspicious.

Bart: Not good, better to go.

Aaron: ???

Arthur is suspicious.

They going to indoors and they put their baker's hats and aprons in wall/door racks to hang Piella's and Spinel's.

Sarah: ?! Not good! Whoa!

They are surprised and stepped back accidentally getting onto some of Piella's and Spinel's high heels. And nearly hit a vase. Gromit caught a vase of roses. Arturo caught a vase of roses from fall.

Samantha is shocked and relaxed about the vase from the fall.

Wallace: (Offscreen) Oh, made some change, doesn’t it, fudge cake? Gromit’s gonna love this.

Lionel: (Offscreen): Guys, Sweetie, they’re loving this.

Bart: Something very strange is going on.

Matilda: What’s strange about that?

Josh: Not good...

Piella: (Offscreen) Well, I thought you could do with a woman’s touch around the house. You naughty slobbery guys.

Spinel: (Offscreen) They are bad, they are naughty.

They are not pleased unpleasant from Wallace and Lionel with Piella and Spinel has relationships. They went to Gromit's Room and Arturo's Room had redecorated.

Sarah: Not better! Not cool!

Sapphire: Not good, worst!

Samantha: Oh, this is the worst!

Mike: Not cool!

Ecole is angry, and Cera is not pleased.

Laura and Sardonyx were not pleased.

Very raged in displeased Gromit and Arturo gets roses thrown in the trash cans and are scared that heard the doors knocking and they get roses in vases back think Piella and Spinel. They opened their doors in shock that Fluffles and Judy were holding their belongings in boxes returned back to their own.

Judy: Artu, I got back to your own belongings. Fluffles and I got back here, Gromit's and your own belongs.

Arturo: Thanks, Judy (get his belongings).

Judy: Look at hands.

Arturo sees his hands touch Judy's hands. He gets love music disc.

Gromit and Arturo get their own boxes see accidentally touched Fluffles' hands and Judy's hands. Fluffles and Judy giggle.

Piella: (Offscreen) Fluffles, where are you?

Spinel: (Offscreen) Judy, where are you? Coming to get go home.

Vera: Thank you for returning Gromit’s things, Fluffles.

Arthur: Thanks for returning Arturo's things, Judy.

Lewis is confused that they go off.

The poodle went off with her owner to leave for the day. Judy went off with her friend to leave for the day.

Wallace: Same time tomorrow, my apple strudel. (to Gromit) Love is a many splendered thing, Gromit. But doesn’t love to tie you out? I’m cream crackered.

Lionel: Same tomorrow, my Sweet. (to Gangs) Love sweet many things, Arturo. You don’t love to tie you out? I'm sweetie food.

Lewis: Um, Wallace, about Piella…

Wallace: What is it, Lewis?

Lewinn: Eh, Lionel, about Spinel...

Lewinn: It’s nice you got girlfriend and all, don’t you think...

Wallace: (noticed something) Oh, eck! Piella’s purse! I must return it for…

Lionel: (noticed something) ! Oh! Spinel's wallet! I got to return it for...

Two men grabs the purse and wallet and tried to go outside, but it starts to rain.

Wallace: Oh. Eh, lads?

Lionel: Oh my... Eh, bud?

Bart: I’m not sure about this weather.

Cera: But we have a wallet and a purse to return.

Gromit and Arturo are going to Piella's Mansion and Spinel's Mansion on a stormy night.

For @sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

Her new msa ocs and her msa ocs belongs to @sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

My new msa ocs and my msa ocs belongs to me

[sodafrog13]

1 3 13 and 21 for the music ask?

1:A song you like with a color in the title

Red Sky at Morning by NAPCAST

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

Summer Something by Josh Fudge - "you and me, we both know what's coming, as we'll be, you're summer something..."

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Sports Men by Haruomi Hosono - "i'll be a good sport, be a good sport, i'll be a sportsman!..."

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Yasmina by Peach Pit - "won't you let me be most of your time? you could spend you days over at mine..."

was originally gonna put bluer blue by saint motel for that first one but i already answered an ask w a song fr their new album so wanted to shake it up a bit :V also i feel like i'm cheating a little somehow by putting down city pop songs for the 80's song one haha. i do like (english spoken) 80's music but it's usually just whatever my dad puts on when he's driving me and i never remember titles

send me some music asks? :]

[the-plushie-friendships]

Many New Friendos! 6/9

🍦Bubblegum🩷

🍦Fudge🤎

🍦Mint Chip💚

🤠Sheriff Toadster🐸

💜Bittergiggle💚

💚Jumbo Josh💪

💙Nabnab😮

🩷Opila Bird🦩

❤️Banban😈

🧡Stinger Flynn🪼