#sarah scribbles birthday celebration

[chocolatechipkiki]

~Oblivious~

LokixReader Fluff-Shot

Word Count: 2,415

Warnings: Absolutely large amounts of fluff up ahead! That's it! Summary: Loki and you were spending the evening of your anniversary in a calm and gentle way. During your time together, Loki brings up the first time you two realize the other had feelings for them and enjoys recounting the story to you as you loved.

This is written for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration! It's only my fourth finished one-shot for Loki ever, so I hope I actually meet some of your standards! I used the prompt "Are you really so oblivious?" which I put in bold in the text!

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"Do you remember when you found out that I had feelings for you?" Loki said, his eyes crinkled up in delight. His cheeks were pink in the soft candlelight and he held a glass full of wine, leaning against the marble countertop of the washroom. 

Y/N, seated in the bathtub a few feet away, giggled and set her own glass down. "By the norns, Loki, why must you always bring this up?" she asked, but her tone told him she wanted to relive the memory anyways. Loki smirked and rolled his eyes. 

"Honestly, I still don't know how you couldn't tell I was madly in love with you," he said. "I was a righteous and noble Prince, yet I was nothing more than a muttering mess when you were around." He pushed himself off the counter and closed the distance between the two of them, sitting down on the edge of the tub and tucking a few wet strands of Y/N's hair behind her ear. She smiled, looking into his blue eyes with pure adoration. 

"Yet you never told me anything until you were jealous of your brother," she quipped, wriggling her eyebrows at him. He chuckled, a delightful sound that Y/N would never grow tired of hearing. She smiled as he recounted the two days leading up to his jealousy, his smile never leaving his lips.

It had been the middle of winter, and Y/N was good friends with both of the Odinsons since meeting them the year prior. The three of them did everything together - so much so that Y/N had to designate times to spend alone with each of them, or they would bicker and send her into a flurry of chastising. These two particular days had been exceptionally hard on Loki, as his mother was off with Odin, writing up a peace treaty with the neighboring realm. Loki hadn't spent much time away from Frigga, and the toll it was taking on him hadn't been especially kind.

Y/N was patient with him, though. She had slept in his room so he wouldn't be alone. It spoke novels to Loki, as he was afraid to even ask something of her to begin with, and she had offered to do so before any words left his mouth. But Loki had woken to an empty room the next morning, which left him rather crestfallen.

Y/N was off spending time out in the city with Thor and Lady Sif, commissioning a weapon smith for new daggers. They decided to make a day out of it - buying goods from stalls filled with burly men that intrigued them and snacking on treats from plump women that knew how to bake. There was lots of laughter as Thor recounted the many battles he experienced with Sif, always ending in her punching him on the arm playfully. As time went on, the sun began to set, and the three of them made their way back to the palace. 

When they arrived, they found Loki in the dining hall, sitting alone with a book and a few plates of barely touched food. He hadn't looked up when they entered rather noisily, still laughing with each other over some story of Thor mistakenly fighting a rock. As they sat down, Loki stood up. Y/N attempted to make conversation with him, but he didn't acknowledge her once - leaving the room and his dinner behind. 

Y/N paid no mind to his lack of openness, and instead drank heavily with Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three as they joined them for the meal. She fell asleep that night in her own room, and woke up long after the sun had risen the next day. When she had come down to the dining hall again for breakfast, Loki was nowhere to be seen, and she hadn't noticed again because Thor was already being his usual, loud self. He greeted Y/N with eagerness, asking if she was still on for their spar session in a few. She agreed, and the two of them headed out to the training grounds after she shoveled some eggs into her mouth quickly. 

It was in the silence of the courtyard that Y/N finally realized how absent Loki had been, so she asked Thor if he knew anything.

"Is there ever a time where there's not something wrong with my brother?" he retorted, grabbing the wooden hammer off of one of the weapons racks. Y/N sighed as she took hold of the wooden daggers.

"I know Loki usually gets like this when Frigga leaves, but this time it feels... Different." She took her fighting stance, beckoning Thor to make the first move. He only laughed, throwing his head back and placing a hand to his stomach.

"The words 'Loki' and 'different' always seem to find themselves in the same sentence," he said, smiling down at Y/N with amusement. "But I don't see this as anything out of the ordinary." He patted her on the shoulder and took his fighting stance. "Come on, Lady Y/N, I don't want you distracted while I kick your ass."

The two of them sparred for hours, keeping warm against the cold winter air by keeping their bodies moving. But soon the chill was too much and snow started falling, so Y/N sought refuge inside. She wandered to the library for her upcoming "date" with Loki as she settled on the idea of waiting in front of the fire in there for him to show up. 

To her surprise, she found Loki already splayed out on his back in front of the fireplace reading as usual, and his eyes darted to meet hers as she approached him. She knew her footsteps were silent, but he still was aware of her presence. He quickly sat up and drew his legs underneath him, leaning back against the bottom of the love seat that sat opposite of the fireplace. 

Y/N continued making her way to him and plopped down next to him, leaning over to see what he was reading. "What's this? I thought we were reading something else, today," she said cheerily. He only shrugged his shoulders in response, so she continued. "Thor and I had a wonderful time outside today. But the sky had other plans for us, and we had to come inside early. Maybe we can go for a stroll in the snow later. I know how much you love this type of weather." She smiled at him, but he paid her no mind as he continued to stare at the pages in his hand. Her brows furrowed and she reached over to place a hand on his thigh, but he tensed so quickly that her hand paused mid air, before dropping back down to her lap. "Are you okay, Lo?" she asked, hoping the nickname only she was allowed to use would make him ease up a bit.

It only made him tense more, and he rolled his eyes before dropping the book down to his lap rather aggressively. "No, Y/N, as a matter of fact, I'm not okay," he said. Hearing his voice made her relax a bit. He's not giving her the silent treatment anymore, at least. But his tone was off, and she assumed it to be because of Frigga's absence.

"Hey, you know she will return tomorrow, right?" she said softly, hoping to rid him of his worries. Loki scoffed and went back to his book. Y/N's face reflected confusion as she turned so her whole body was facing him. "Is that not what troubles you?" 

With a huff he set his book down again, turning to face her now. "Are you really so oblivious?" he asked. When Y/N's face showed no recognition, he placed a hand to his temple and closed his eyes. 

"Loki, I'm so confused," she said, now placing her hand on top of his. He pulled back and stared into her eyes with a look of longing.

"You spend the entire night in my room, and what, you think because I miss my mother?" he spit, hurt clouding his tone. "Then you abandon me before the sun even rises, spend the entire day with my brother, and still you have no idea what could possibly be souring my mood?" 

Y/N's heart flutters as she looks at him, but her mind screams warnings at her. She had always been so careful around him - not because he was fragile, but because, selfishly, she didn't want to ruin the moments between them that she found herself looking forward to every day. She had suspected that there might be more to her longing to lie next to him as he read the newest stories of the books he collected, but she told herself time and time again that if he had felt the same way about her, he would have said something. For him to be confirming her suspicions now, after all this time... Surely she must be misunderstanding.

Searching his eyes for some hint that he was messing with her, Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again as the words refused to form coherent sentences in her head. Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment at her insensibility. The only thing she could squeak out was a measly little "I'm sorry," before she grabbed his hands and held them. She turned them over in her own, admiring each and every crease of his palms, every ridge of his knuckles, and the curve of his perfectly manicured fingernails. He simply let her, feeling his frustration dissipate with her warm touch complimenting his cool temperature. 

After sitting like that for a long while, Loki finally looked up and met her gaze with hesitation. He now searched her eyes for any trace of uneasiness before he found himself leaning in slowly. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced down at his lips, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to press her own to them with feverish desperation. But Loki paused when they were inches apart, and his voice lowered to an unsteady whisper, her name spilling out of his mouth so delicately, she wished she could reach out and capture the sound forever.

"By the norns, I have dreamt of telling you how I feel for many moons, but every time I wanted to, I couldn't find the words..." he said, lifting his hand to brush a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes gently, leaning into his touch like she needed it. Her heart drummed symphonies in her chest, and he didn't move his hand away immediately. Surely he could feel how quickly her blood flowed through her body with the flittering pulse in her neck, but if he had, he paid it no mind as he spoke the words she had been longing to hear. "I have loved you from the moment we met, darling."

Y/N chanced opening her eyes and was met with the most adoration filled expression she'd ever seen. She felt her heart now skip a few beats as her body took over, placing her hands to his shoulders and pulling him forward until their lips met. She kissed him gently, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids as his hands snaked down to her waist. He held her firmly, like she would change her mind if he wasn't careful enough. When they finally pulled away, Y/N placed her forehead to his and smiled sheepishly. 

"I love you, too, Loki," she said, lacing her fingers into his black strands and stroking his scalp with soft precision. She had done the same thing many times before, but something else sparked a different noise to escape his kiss-bruised lips, and his eyes fluttered shut. 

"Stars, sweetling, I've waited eons to hear those words from your lips," he said breathily, his smile giddy as he pulled back to properly look at her. "And I've never imagined they would sound this good."

*** 

Y/N giggled as she downed the last sip of wine in her glass. Loki leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Those words still make my knees weak and my head spin when you say them," he said, pouring warm water on her shoulders. He had begun bathing her as he recounted the delightful story, and she was loving every second of it. She smiled up at him, setting her empty glass down and relishing in everything about this moment.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated, watching as his lips quirked up into that smirk of his she loved so much. Loki chuckled and rubbed circles into her wet back, leaning over and pulling the drain plug.

"If you want to ruin the magic of those words darling, I promise you'll need to do a lot more than echo them at me. I could listen to you say that all day." He stood and grabbed a few towels, wrapping them around Y/N as she stood and stepped out of the tub. He leaned down and pecked her nose, which only made her giggle incessantly as he lead her out of the washroom. He dried her off with the towels and took them back over to the basket next to the washroom door. While he did this, she slipped into the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard. 

Loki undressed, joined her in bed, and laid his head on her lap. Y/N reached to scratch his scalp out of habit, and he let out the same loving groan he did every time since that day. "I still love when you do that," he said, letting his eyes close as he relished in the feeling.

"And I still love you," Y/N responded, leaning her head back and sighing peacefully. Loki smirked once again, nuzzling his head further into her hands. 

"I love you, too."

[watchmegetobsessed]

MIDNIGHT CRUSH

A/N: another year full of fanfics behind is!! it's crazy how fast 2022 has passed by, thank you for being here all year, thank you for reading my works, for all the messages and kind words!! hope to see many of you next year on this hell site haha!

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: Harry has had a crush on Sarah's sister for a long time and this year, at the NYE party he can finally shoot his shot, because she's freshly single.

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“So, what should I bring for the party?” Harry asks as he, Sarah and Mitch enter the couple’s home following their Christmas lunch together that Harry invited them out for.

“Just yourself,” Sarah smiles.

“Booze,” Mitch says at the same time, making his friend laugh.

“Got it. And who is coming?”

The three of them walk into the kitchen as Sarah grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge to pour them all a drink. Harry climbs to a stool by the kitchen island and mumbles a thank you when she hands him his glass.

“Mostly the same people we always invite,” Mitch shrugs. “Oh, and Sarah’s sister.”

Harry almost chokes on the wine, the pair exchanging an amused look, because they expected him to react like this.

“Y-Your sister is coming? Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Sarah nods smiling. “You know, she was planning to stay home, but I can’t let her celebrate alone, not after the year she had.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Sarah smirks, knowing well Harry most likely has no idea what happened to you just a few months ago. “She broke up with her boyfriend.”

“Y/N is single?” Harry’s eyes are basically popping out of his head before he tries to control his face and rephrase his reaction. “I mean, what happened with them? I thought they were doing fine.”

“The dude was an ass,” Mitch speaks up, leaning against the counter. “We don’t have proof, but I’m pretty sure he cheated on her.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t working either, so she broke up with him in… what, like October? I don’t remember,” Sarah shrugs.

“Oh, wow. They’ve been together for a long time, right?”

“Three years,” Mitch nods.

“She’s been pretty bummed, so I want to get her out of her little cave,” Sarah smiles, taking a sip from her drink.

“So she’ll be at the party,” Harry hums.

“Yeah. You two got along well, didn’t you?”

“Uh, yeah, you could… say that.”

That is an understatement and all three of them knows. To be exact, Harry fell in love with you probably the moment he laid his eyes on you at Sarah’s birthday party last year, but you were happily dating Matthew who couldn’t come to the party because of a work trip. You and Harry hit it off right away and you were inseparable the whole time, he felt like as if it wasn’t the very first time he met you, like you were good friends since forever.

Finding out that you were in a long term relationship was like a slap across his face, but he tried his best to mask his disappointment. Every time the two of you saw each other he forced himself to keep a distance, but always failed and ended up falling for you even harder. He could feel his heart breaking every time you went home to your boyfriend and he knew he should forget about you, but it was easier said than done.

But now you’re single and he’ll be seeing you again and for the first time, he won’t have to be ashamed to be pining after you.

“Just make sure you don’t drool when she arrives,” Mitch teases him, to which Harry just rolls his eyes.

He was already excited about the party, but now it feels like a second Christmas, he counts down the days until the last one of the year finally arrives. He tries to busy himself during the day and not get ready at one pm for the party that starts at seven. He watches movies, cleans the kitchen, scribble down new lyrics, but nothing keeps him occupied long enough to stop him from thinking about seeing you again.

He even stalks you online, something he never does, but this time he just cannot stop himself. Though your Instagram account doesn’t give away much. Just a handful of pictures, from the past few years, only two of them were taken exclusively of you, one at a sandy beach and another one from two Christmases away, looking cozy under the tree with all the gifts around you. There are a few with Sarah and Mitch, some photos of hills, forests and lakes, Harry remembers you told him how much you like going on hikes and exploring new places.

The last post was six months ago, four hands holding drinks meeting in the air, one single wine glass emoji as the caption.

Harry wonders if you had more posts up with your ex, photos where you kiss, where he is hugging you from behind, photos that would definitely turn him into a jealous little gremlin in an instant.

It’s past three when he finally gives up and gets ready. He takes a steamy shower, even attempts to style his hair before spending an obscene amount of time in his closet, trying to find the best outfit for the occasion.

By four he is fully clothed and ready to leave the house, even though he still has hours. He feels like a total fool, roaming around the house, pretending like his pants doesn’t feel like they are on fire.

It’s past five when his phone rings, Sarah’s smiley face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you’re driving over, right?” she asks when he answers the call.

“Yeah. Do you need me to pick something up on my way?”

“Yes, well, not something, but someone. Y/N’s car broke down, do you think you could…”

“YES!”

“…give her a ride?” she finished chuckling at his enthusiastic response.

“Sorry,” he huffs out a laugh. “I can totally pick her up.”

“Great, you’re a lifesaver. I’ll text you her address, you think you could be there at six thirty?”

“Sure, absolutely!”

“Alright, see you two soon then.”

He fights the urge to jump around the living room like a kid. A minute later his phone chimes and as he opens the message from Sarah, he stares down at the address with never ending excitement. There’s something oddly intimate in knowing where you live, up until moments ago the two of you only existed at parties and Sarah and Mitch’s wedding with lots of people around you, but now he’ll have a glimpse of the home that’s just yours.

He has a fleeting idea of getting you flowers on his way, but that would be just way too much, this isn’t a date, though he wishes it was. He’s just picking you up to drive you to the party you both will be attending.

Parking down in front of a cozy looking townhouse he gives himself a peptalk before getting out of the car and walking up to the front door. He hears the bell ring through the house as he waits for you, a pair of high-heeled feet approaching the door in a hurry and when it flies open, Harry forgets to breathe and blink.

Because there you are, in a stunning, elegant black dress, your hair pinned up, your makeup appears natural, but he notices how glowy your skin is and you gift him with a bright smile upon seeing him on your doormat.

“Hi!” you greet him.

“Hi,” he smiles, finally putting his lungs to work.

“Let me just grab my coat and then we can leave.”

He nods as you reach to the side, taking a simple black coat off the hanger and when he sees you struggle to put it on he’s quick to help it onto your shoulders.

“Thank you, you’re such a gentleman,” you chuckle softly, grabbing your purse from the side table before stepping out and locking the door. Harry can feel himself blush, even the tip of his ears are getting hot at your simple compliment.

“You look wonderful, by the way.”

“Thank you, you cleaned up nice too,” you smile as the two of you walk back to his car. “Thank you so much for the ride, I really should buy a new car already, but it’s my first car, I’m too sentimental to get rid of it,” you sigh, buckling yourself up as Harry starts the car.

“So it’s an old friend, huh?”

“You could say that.”

The ride to Sarah and Mitch’s place is filled with comfortable small talk, catching up about what happened since the last time you saw each other, but Harry makes sure to avoid asking you about your ex. He’s not sure how you stand with that situation and the last thing he wants to do is to upset you.

Every time you laugh at something he says it feels like a victory and he just wants to hear that sound every day. He wishes his friends lived farther away so he could spend more time with you alone, but eventually you arrive to your sister’s home and the bubble pops.

“Hi sis!” you hug Sarah lovingly when you walk in, the two hosts greeting you warmly.

“So glad you’re here,” she pats your back, exchanging a knowing look.

Harry is snatched away from your side just moments after his arrival and this one time he wishes he wasn’t such a good company among his friends. But he keeps an eye on your at all times, he sees you mingling, sipping on your drink and every time you laugh at something jealousy tightens his chest.

“Dude, you promised not to drool,” Mitch teases him when he catches Harry staring at you once again.

“Fuck off,” he huffs, taking a sip from his drink.

“Just go talk to her.”

“I’m trying not to be a weirdo,” he sighs, making his friend laugh. “And I don’t want to be pushy, I don’t know if she’s over her ex already.”

“Mm, don’t be a pussy,” Mitch teases him before walking away.

Harry loses track of you for just five minutes while he uses the bathroom and when he returns you’re nowhere to be found. At first he just keeps looking, hoping you’d show up somewhere, but you never come.

“Hey, have you seen your sister?” Harry asks when he finds Sarah in the kitchen, refilling the chips bowl.

“I think I last saw her going upstairs,” she shrugs.

He lurks through the guests and makes his way upstairs, not too discreetly looking for you in every room he passes by, until he finally finds you in one of the guest bedrooms. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed your heels has been kicked off and you’re staring out the window, lost in your thoughts.

“Hey, where did you go?” he softly asks, walking over and sitting next to you.

“Ah, I just… it became a little too crowded for me,” you shrug shyly. “Wanted to have a break from the chit-chatting.”

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks, feeling like he is bothering you with his presence.

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant,” she chuckles, her hand brushing against his knee for a second, the tiny gesture etching into his memory forever instantly. “I just lost my energy for small talk, but it’s not like that with you. I’m trying to recharge, but I wish I brought some booze with me.”

“I’ll get us something,” he offers. “I mean, if you still don’t mind having me here with you.”

“Won’t you be missed down there?” you look up at him curiously as he stands from the bed.

“They’ll survive without me,” he shrugs smiling.

“Then I would love to have your company.”

God, those words are like honey dripping from your perfect lips. He quickly makes his way down, hunting for a bottle of alcohol the two of you can share. He finds a bottle of champagne, snatches two glasses and dodges every attempt to drag him into a conversation as he returns upstairs, excitement filling his chest to have some more alone time with you.

“Oh, great!” you beam when you see him holding up the bottle and handing you a glass he pours you a drink, the fills his glass as well before the two of you settle back on the bed. “Mm, this will numb me well,” you let out a tired sigh. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”

“Why? You seemed like you were having a good time.”

“I’m good at masking,” you huff out a bitter laugh. “It’s just so frustrating…”

“What is?”

“Am I so boring that all people want to talk about is my exboyfriend?” you ask, surprising Harry with bringing him up. He also can’t help a tiny frown.

“Not at all,” he shakes his head, taking a sip from his drink.

“Then why did I have to dodge questions about him like a million times the past two hours? Like… I’m a person outside of Matthew, hello!”

Harry’s unsure what to say. If you asked he would tell off every single person downstairs who made you feel like this.

You look at him with a tiny smile.

“Thanks for not bringing him up.”

“I…” he starts. I’ve had my selfish reasons, he wants to say, but swallows the words. “Just wanted you to have a good time,” he ends up saying.

The champagne bottle starts to empty out and the two of you are having a private party of your own, having a blast away from all the guests. Sprawled out on the bouncy mattress you talk and laugh and play silly little games as the clock is ticking towards midnight and the new year.

You’re definitely feeling dizzy, not drunk, but the champagne has loosened you up enough to be a giggling mess. Harry is sitting with his back against the headboard while you’re lounging across the bed, your legs tangled with his.

“Ah, I missed this,” you let out a pleased sigh.

“Missed what?”

“Having fun,” you huff out a laugh. “It’s been a bitter few months.”

“We can hang out more,” Harry suggests, his hands reaching out, gently massaging your calf. He’s been fighting the urge for a while, but he feels like you’re comfortable in your little bubble enough to allow this physical contact. You don’t move away, even let a tiny moan slip through your lips at the pressure of his touch and pride fills his chest.

“Be careful, I might end up at your doorstep every single day,” you joke.

“Feel free to do so,” he replies, fully meaning his words.

Your head rolls to the side to look at him, a soft smile stretched across your face as you blink at him lazily.

“Wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“Impossible.”

“What about when you’d want to be with a woman? Go on dates?”

“I don’t do that,” he shrugs.

“I don’t believe you,” you grin at him. “There’s no way you’re not dating supermodels and movie stars…”

“Oh, but I’m not,” he chuckles, his eyes fixated on his hands working on your calves.

“Come on! You gotta have a crush on some insanely gorgeous woman!” you tease him more, but

“It’s you,” he blurts it out, his honesty surprising the both of you. “I have a crush on you,” he then adds.

His eyes shyly move up to meet your gaze, but your face is too blank to read anything off of it as you blink back at him, lips slightly parted. A minute passes by and he starts to regret that he couldn’t hold his tongue. You then push yourself up into a sitting position, eyes still glued to his face.

“Really?” is all you say when you finally break the silence.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just blurted it out.”

“No, it’s… I just…” It’s hard to find the right words and Harry is patient with you, but a knock is heard on the door and he almost curses out whoever is on the other side.

“Hello? Are you guys in here?” Sarah’s head pops in before the rest of her body follows, taking in the sight of the two of you on the bed. “Hey, ten minutes until midnight. Are you guys joining us?”

“Yeah,” you nod, sounding breathless and Harry can feel himself deflating. The moment is gone, you know he is into you, but your reaction wasn’t quite what he was expecting.

He watches you climb off the bed and is sure you’ll just walk out with your sister, leaving him behind, but when you put your heels back on you turn to him with a warm smile.

“Come on, we can’t miss the countdown.”

He’s stunned at your friendly behavior, but he just nods and follows you, the three of you returning to the rest of the guests downstairs. The party is buzzing, everyone is excited to greet the new year, but Harry can only care about you. Both of you get a flute of champagne and standing in the corner of the room, you’re a bit awkwardly wait for the countdown to start.

Then the last ten seconds arrive and Harry’s mind is racing more than ever. Where do you stand? Did he ruin everything? You won’t even want to be friends with him? After all the pining, is this really how he had to admit his feelings to you?

He hates how quiet you are next to him, how he has no idea what you wanted to say before Sarah arrived and he would kill to read your mind.

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!...”

He bites the inside of his cheeks, nervously switching his weight from one leg to the other, staring ahead of him.

“Six! Five! Four!”

He can faintly hear you take a deep breath and from the corner of his eyes he can see you turn towards him. Your gazes meet and his heart is brutally hammering in his chest when your eyes flicker down to his lips for a split second.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

There’s a heartbeat of hesitation in you before you splurge forward and press your lips against his, only to pull back almost immediately, afraid that you did something wrong. But Harry is quick to silence your worries when his hand grabs the back of your neck and he pulls you back in for a lot longer and more passionate kiss that the previous one.

He grins against your lips when he hears someone cheer on the two of you, judging from the voice it’s Mitch, but Harry doesn’t bother to check, he’s way too busy kissing you over and over again. He never even plans to stop, but you shriek out a laugh when he accidentally spills some of his champagne on you while trying to wrap his arms around your waist, coordinating with the flute in his hand.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he gasps, placing the glass to the nearest surface instantly before he could pour more on you.

“It’s okay,” you chuckle, wiping the fabric with your hand on your hip.

“I got a little… carried away,” he breathes out with a smirk, but you just shake your head grinning up at him, your gaze lacing together with his once more and before you could even think about your actions, you push closer to him and kiss him. You simply can’t stop, you need to be touching and kissing him as if you could die if you took even just a step away from him.

For the rest of the evening the two of you turn into giddy teenagers. Not wanting to be rude you stay downstairs with the rest of the guest, mingling feels easies for Harry with you by his side. He keeps a hand on the small of your back at all times and every time your eyes meet, he can’t help but steal a quick kiss.

It’s past three in the morning when you leave your sister’s home and Harry drives you back home. The ride is silent, but it’s comfortable, the moments you shared tonight speak for you.

“Can I call you tomor—erm, later today?” Harry chuckles when he realizes it’s already the next day.

“Absolutely,” you smile and you both move towards each other at the same time, lips meeting over the console before you get out of his car. You wave at him from the front door, watching him drive away with the cheesiest, most lovesick smile on your face.

Though Harry is still buzzing from the events of the night when he goes to bed, it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It’s been a long and memorable day, he needs to recharge before jumping into the new exciting year.

He has just put on the coffee to brew when his phone starts buzzing on the kitchen counter. He rubs his eyes before snatching it and checking the screen, an unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Hello?” he answers hesitantly.

“It’s me.” He recognizes your voice in an instant, eyes popping wide open and he didn’t even need the caffeine.

“Hi!” he breathes out, trying his best not to sound too excited, though he fails, because he hears your chuckle on the other end of the line.

“I’m glad you’re up, Sarah said you might sleep in late when I asked for your number.”

“I just woke up, actually.”

“Good. You can let me in then.”

“What…” he gapes and then hears the doorbell ring.

He drops the phone to the counter without even ending the call as he sprints to the door in his slippers, almost tripping on his way before he flings the front door open just to find you on his doormat.

“Well, I told you I would just show up at your place every day,” you chuckle. “Do you want to spend the first day of the year together?” you ask, noticeably nervous about his reaction, but he melts at your presence and he takes your hand before pulling you in.

“Wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

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[ladycumhangabhainn]

Dans un autre monde - Chapter 10

Previously

  I was coming to the end of my story, how Jamie had gotten me and Faith to Craigh na Dun when the entrance door came bursting open and the sound of Faith, Brianna and Roger’s crying filled the Rectory.

 “Mama!” shouted my youngest.

 “Bree, darling, what’s the matter?”

 “Roger, lad, why are ye all crying?”

 At the grand old age of 9, Roger wasn’t known to cry for nothing, so something must have happened. Before the sweet lad could answer, the younger Mrs Graham came in, carrying her own daughter Fiona.

 “Reverend, Miss Beauchamp, I think yer lad and lassies might have some ear infection... We were having a picnic, then they started complaining about their ears...”

 “Mama, they scweamed!” sobbed Faith. “They were so loud, mama!”

 I frowned. “What was so loud? Roger, what is she talking about?”

 “The sound, auntie Claire, the sound was awful!”

 Sound? Screams?

 “Where did you say you went on your picnic?”

 “Just outside the city, Miss Beauchamp. Near this hill, Craigh na Dun.”

It took time, some cajoling and a full platter of Mrs Graham’s biscuits, but I finally succeeded in calming Roger, Faith and Brianna. They exhausted themselves and were now all napping in the girls’ room. I made my way back to Reggie’s study, the manse quiet except for the soft music coming from the kitchen.

 “Reggie...”

 The reverend’s desk was scattered with papers, the letters and proclamation I had found, but also what looked like a family tree and a piece of paper filled with Reggie’s familiar scribbling.

 “The bairns...”

 “They exhausted themselves. They’re napping in the girls’ room.”

“Good... I’ve been looking through all the papers ye found and tried to make a timeline... We are now in August 1950 which means that during yer Jamie’s time it is now August 1748... 202 years difference, right?”

I nodded and noted his frowned expression.

“What seems to be the problem, Reggie?”

He sighed.

“It’s all those dates... Nothing is right! The letter from the French King is dated May of 1748... And this letter from the Duke of Cumberland is dated September of 1748... In September 1748, Cumberland was in the Holy Roman Empire for the signing of the Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle! It is impossible that ye and the lassies... Unless...”

 He started opening drawers full of paperwork, fished out a photograph before going to the mantle of the fireplace and taking a framed document.

 “McMaster!” he exclaimed, handing me the framed and the picture.

 The framed contained what looked like a very old document in Latin with several seals at the bottom.

 “I don’t understand... What is this document and who or what is McMaster?”

A smile appeared on the Reverend’s face.

 “This, me dear, is a photograph of the Declaration of Arbroath, the letters the Scottish barons sent to Pope John XXII in 1320 in response to the excommunication of Robert the Bruce. It is currently held at the Scottish Record Office in Edinburgh. And this” he pointed to the frame, “is an almost perfect copy of the Declaration that was made by a dear friend of mine, Ray McMaster.”

 “A copy, you say?”

 I couldn’t quite believe that this document was not the real deal. It looks exactly like the one in the picture, albeit without the signs of time.

 “So your friend, McMaster... He’s a counterfeiter?”

 Reggie let out a jolly laugh.

 “In another life he might have been... No, he is an artist. He works with several museums throughout Britain. As ye must know from yer experiences with yer Uncle Lambert, artifacts are priceless and mostly fragile. It is the same for documents and that’s when Ray comes in. He made several copies of documents that are on display at the Culloden Museum, like letters from Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Scottish Lairds Declaration to the Old Pretender.”

 “You want to ask your friend to make copies of King Louis and the Duke of Cumberland’s letters...”

 “Yes! It might take him awhile; Ray is quite the perfectionist... But the proclamation is dated July of 1749, so it will give you and the girl time to get ready to make the trip back through the stones...”

 He smiled, sheepishly.

 “And it will give us time to get use to the idea of ye and yer lasses leaving...”

 I sighed before hugging him. The girls and I would be reunited with Jamie and our family back in the 18th century, but it will mean saying goodbye to our 20th century family. The idea of leaving Reggie, Roger and Mrs Graham suddenly made me feel faint... 

“Promise me something, lass... Promise me ye’ll try to find a way to get word to us, to let us ken ye are all safe...”

 “I promise, Reggie... I think I might even have an idea how. You do business with a publishing house from Edinburgh, Fraser Press. It was founded back in the 18th century as F.A.M.M. Fraser, Printer and Book Seller...”

 He frowned. “F.A.M.M. Fraser? Yer lad, Fergus?”

 I nodded. “According to Mrs Graham, Fraser Press still belongs to my Fergus’ descendants... I’ll forever be thankful for what you did for me and my girls...”

 “I feel as if ye and yer lasses are me own... Like ye are part of me family and... maybe ye are, in a way.”

 He took the family tree from the table, it was a MacKenzie family tree.

 “Tis wee Roger’s family tree, from his father’s side. See if ye can find any name ye recognize...”

 I looked at the very top and let out a gasp.

 “William John and Sarah MacKenzie... They’re... They adopted Dougal and Geillis’ son... Oh my God! That means that Roger is...”

 “Dougal, ye mean the War Chieftain of clan MacKenzie?”

 “Yes, he was Jamie’s uncle, his mother’s brother... He had an affair with Geillis Duncan, the fiscal’s wife, but... She was a traveler, from 1968... And Roger can hear the stones as well... But then he is...”

 I tried to calculate in my head, but Reggie was quicker.

 “It means that wee Roger is yer lasses’ 2nd cousin, 6 times removed. So ye are, indeed, family.”

 “So I truly am Auntie Claire!”

 We laughed and cried at the same time, Reggie holding me in his arms and whispering softly. I felt so safe in his embrace. It reminded me of how safe I felt in Uncle Lamb’s embrace.

 “Now, me dear, we have to make preparations...”

                                                           ****

 And so we did. First we had to contact Mr McMaster who took quite his time responding to the message Reggie left with his assistant. Then with the help of Mrs Graham and her coven of druids, we salvaged pieces of the clothing Faith and I had wore on our arrival to 1948 and made three new dresses with lots of hidden pockets.

Slowly I started to get the girls to the idea that we would be leaving our current lives to be reunited with Jamie and Fergus. Faith had an easier time accepting it than Brianna. The 20th Century was all she had known and, although she had been quite young, my eldest daughter still had vivid memories of our lives in the past. She was able to get her sister excited at the prospect of finally meeting their father and their brother. My sweet little girl made sure to tell Brianna that both Jamie and Fergus would love her and that Fergus would teach her all the French comptines she couldn’t remember.

 We celebrated first Faith’s 4th birthday, then my own 32nd and finally Brianna’s 2nd. After Hogmanay, the girls started counting down the day until we would leave. We had decided that the best moment to pass through the Stones would be on the Summer Solstice. And so we counted the days and waited for Mr McMaster to send the copy of the letters. And we waited, and waited, and waited. By late May I was beginning to think the letters would never get on time and that we would miss our window of opportunity. That is until June 15th, 5 days before our set departure date.

 Reggie had taken Mrs Graham, Roger and the girls on an outing by the Loch and I was doing some last minute check, making sure all the medicine I had “borrowed” from the Infirmary would fit in all the hidden pockets of my traveling clothes, counting all the vintage coins we had found in several antique boutiques, when someone rang the doorbell.

 “Yes?” I said to the well dressed man standing on the doorstep.

 “I have a parcel for Mrs Claire Fraser...”

 Claire Fraser... I hadn’t been called that in what seemed like a lifetime ago...

 “Yes... I mean... I am Claire Fraser.”

 He handed me a large envelop before wishing me a nice day. The envelope was indeed addressed to me, but there was no return address. I slowly made my way to Reggie’s study and opened it. Inside were two sealed documents as well as what looked like antique bank statement from the Royal Bank of Scotland and three delicate necklaces with gemstones. In between those documents was a simple white envelope with one word, Madonna.

 Ma chère Madonna,

 You must have now deduced that Ray McMaster and the Paris apothecary you met a long time ago are one and the same.

You see, I have been watching you for years, Madonna. I first met you when you were a small child, pushed in a pram by your mother in an Oxford park. Your light, even at such a young age, shined a bright blue. Our second meeting happened shortly after your parents’ untimely death, when you were travelling to Egypt with your Uncle Lambert.

You see, Madonna, the Beauchamp are quite dear to me and I was tasked – or more likely I tasked myself – into looking after them through Time.  Just like you, Madonna, I am a traveler. I have traveled for so long that I somehow forgot where and when I am from. But I have never forgotten my line. You are of my line, Madonna. You come from a long line of what now people call time traveler.

Your destiny was always to travel through the Stones of Craigh na Dun and to meet your Highlander. And it is my destiny to reunite you with him.

I was able to visit Versailles recently. Do not worry, Madonna, King Louis didn’t recognized me. Although for him 4 years had passed since our last encounter, for me it had been a couple of decades. After leaving Versailles I made a quick detour by Aix-la-Chapelle and met with the Duke of Cumberland. I was able to convince him of the innocence and the loyalty of both you and your Highlander. Quite the man, that Butcher of Culloden.

I know Reginald believe me to be an artist – a counterfeiter maybe – but as you can see I am simply a traveler. Don’t tell him that the Declaration of Arbroath I gave him a couple of years ago is actually one of the original copy. I don’t think he would survive the shock.

Aurevoir for now, Madonna, for I am sure we will meet again.

 Raymond

 PS. I almost forgot, you will also find bank papers allowing you to access an account at the Royal Bank of Scotland in Edinburgh back in the 18th Century. I opened it in 1727 in your name, hopefully the fund will allow you and your Highlander to live comfortably. – R

PPS. The gemstones necklaces should allow you to pass through the Stones and through time more easily. Opal for yourself and your Faith and topaz for your Brianna. – R

 I didn’t realize I was crying until a tear fell on the letter, staining the paper. I didn’t know what to think about all that, but knowing Master Raymond had spent years furtively watching over me...

 “Thank you...” I said before putting the precious documents away.

                                                         ****

 Before I even realized it, it was June 20th. We all went to bed quite early the previous night and got up a couple of hours before dawn. I took my time getting the girls ready before joining Reggie and Roger down in the kitchen for a light breakfast – I knew from experience that it was better to travel through the Stones on an empty stomach.

 “Do ye really have to go, Auntie Claire?” asked Roger, eyes still red from having cried himself to sleep.

 “I’m afraid we do, sweet boy... But I promise I will find a way to get word to you as soon as we can...”

 The car ride was spent in silence and as we arrived at Craigh na Dun we were meet by Mrs Graham and some of her fellow Druids. Unlike for Beltane and Samhain, the Midsommer Druids Dance was done only by 3 dancers led by Mrs Graham.

 “They are ready for ye, me dear...”

 That’s when it hit me... I turned toward Reggie and Roger, hugging them as if my life depended on it, pressing kisses to the cheeks and tasting their salty tears. The girls too hugged them and kissed them goodbye, Brianna having to be pried from her grip on Roger’s neck.

 We finally made the trek up the hill and the buzzing sent more tears to my daughters’ eyes. Arriving in front of the central stone, I took Brianna in my arms, balancing her on my hip, and held Faith’s little hand.

 “Alright, girls... Now I want you to think about your father and brother... Think about them and about finally seeing them... I want you to count to three with me, and at three we will all touch the stone, alright?”

 They both nodded.

 “One... Two... Three!”

 TBC

[empathyfought]

@toscrve​​  /  OMG can’t believe it’s sam’s birthday today happy birthday sammy 😩😩😁😁 accepting  /  today is this mfer’s birthday

the smell of burning candles on a cake, and lobsters and fish is something he can still recall to this day.  he didn’t grow up with much as a kid, but his family always found ways to celebrate even if the prior fishing season didn’t profit as much as they’d been hoping to.  it’s all smiles and laughter, endless jokes and few presents.  it’s late-night hugs and believing maybe he can be invincible.

then he’s standing at graves he and sarah could barely afford, and it hasn’t been the same since.

from then, it’s flying high, aiming for places he never could ever think of.  ( it’s running away. )  finding solace in blue skies and sunlight, the way wind hits his skin.  it’s teasing riley when he hands him a shoddily scribbled ‘happy birthday’ card during their breaks from missions.  it’s remembering he’s still capable of caring, because that’s why he decided to join the air force.  to find a semblance of self worth again, to dive into missions to serve for good.  

then riley is blown out of the air, and all he can do is watch smoke rise and the pieces of his best friend and partner fall.  once again, birthdays are no longer the same.

it’s in between calls and facetiming from sarah and then his nephews, wishing him happy birthday, joking about how he’s getting old.  it’s smiles that are worn down, but a heart that continues persevering despite the pain of everything else that weighs on him.  it’s finding purpose in VA group counselling, helping others who’ve become as lost as him.

then he meets steve.  captain america, as most know him, but he meets steve.  he’s nice, but just as lost as all of them.  he doesn’t need to know much to know that.  so, like all the other souls who find themselves teetering within a world that doesn’t know how to help them, he decides to help him.

“ alright, alright—— ”  he waves it off, feels the melancholy of past trauma poking at his carefully crafted walls,  “ ——  thank you. ”  between it, he feels the warmth of somewhat belonging blossom.  he knows he’ll never fit in anywhere, not really, but he’s long given up on searching for perfection; knows there’s no such thing for someone like him.  “ another year closer to your centenarian ass. ”

[nievefergie]

ELA

When first applying for college in 2015, I was unsure of what I wanted to do. I knew I wanted to be in the television industry, but in what capacity, I did not know. I applied to many art and liberal art schools, including Emerson. I even got in. Yet I had eagerly applied early admission to Bennington College in hopes of pursuing acting and English. Once I got to Bennington, I knew I had made a mistake. In the first few months, I looked at my options of transferring. I knew I wanted to study abroad because my mom had. Currently, I am studying abroad in London, gaining experience about how to use what I have learned at Emerson elsewhere in the world. At Emerson, I would get to study abroad and go to Los Angeles, the city I spent my childhood and where I was planning on spending my future. I could get everything I wanted, and it would be worth giving up the chance of Bennington improving to get it. I needed that opportunity. I got into Emerson and Sarah Lawrence. I kept coming back to Emerson, in all of my applications. It was like the college invited me with open arms, and I finally took the sign and made the leap to trust the universe and what it clearly had planned for me. I was finally ready for the structure Emerson had planned that Bennington couldn’t give me — and Bennington certainly couldn’t give me ELA. When I came to Emerson, I came in knowing what I wanted to do with my life. And I never knew the answer to that question until I realised I could achieve it at Emerson. I always knew playwriting was a respected career. Same with filmmaking. I never had confidence in my own dream of wanting to write for TV because I didn’t know it was possible. At Emerson, I could study the specific major itself. My dreams stopped being trivial and started being real. It gave me the confidence to pursue my passions through academic classes and extra curriculars. This gave me the ability to pursue my dreams professionally. I wrote for The Emerson Channel’s late night comedy show, Closing Time, and had an absolute blast. It reminded me of when I professionally taught sketch comedy at Buck’s Rock Camp during the summer as a Clown CIT. Writing for Television and writing my own spec script helped me gain more professional knowledge than simple academic work I experienced at a less structured institution like Bennington. Not only did I enjoy writing for that class and Writing the Short Subject, but I also truly felt like I got work and experience out of it. That’s what I want from ELA — I want the academic experience and professional experience. Academically, I plan on furthering my Visual and Media Arts career and credits. Mapping out the future of my academic endeavour, I plan to take a VMA seminar and Advanced Critical Studies along with my internship. Using my past history of internships where I previously held position at a Latin jazz record label, I hope to take the ability to work in a small working environment and bring that experience into a bigger corporation and industry. I hope to acquire an internship in the television industry with the help of people in the industry that I personally know, as well as people I will meet through networking. I have compiled an entire list of alumni from both Emerson, Bennington, Buck’s Rock Camp, along with my sorority, Sigma Pi Theta, of whom I am planning to reach out to. I have cover letters and a resume that have all been checked over by the career services at Emerson. From this program and this internship, I am hoping to gain more than just credits, but to to secure myself a spot in my dream future — the one where Emerson leads me to write for a children’s network television show. There is nothing more I want than to work in television. I want to inspire kids the way TV inspired me as a kid. I want to be in the room where it happens. I want to surround myself with heavily experienced professionals and gain as much knowledge as possible. I want to sit in and watch and experience everything I can to better my own craft. The best place for me to experience all that is in Los Angeles. The best place for me to network the television industry is in Los Angeles. And the best way to do all of that in Los Angeles is with Emerson. After years of preparing, I am ready to take the leap and go to Los Angeles like all the coming-of-age movies I love so much. Most importantly, I am ready to do that with Emerson, to give back to the community that helped me get to this stage in my life. Los Angeles has always been my goal. I was raised there until I was a toddler. I used to go to Disneyland and Universal for birthdays. I would draw on my sidewalk with chalk with our neighbours in our swimsuits with the hose on. My mom and I would share In-N-Out for dinner once a week while my sister was at school. I would trick or treat in Hancock Park with my sister on our block. When we moved away, I was devastated. I would scribble onto papers and put them in the mailbox hoping the would find there way there. Los Angeles has always been my Mecca. As I got older, I realised my Mecca was a Mecca to many of the people I wanted to be. It was the Mecca of movies, of television, of acting and celebrities my dad worked with. Most importantly, it was the home to Disney, my dream company. Disney has always been the goal since I was young. Every career I dreamt up led back to it. I want to write for Disney Channel and inspire kids with shows like Girl Meets World and Andi Mack that teach life lessons through their plots and characters. I want to go home and find my way to my dream the way every protagonist does, and I firmly believe that Emerson will be the ship that takes me there. I remember calling my mom up, first semester of Bennington, frantically telling her I made the biggest mistake of my life. I told her Emerson was where I was meant to be. I listed out all the reasons. When my mom asked me if I was sure, if I didn’t want to wait it out at Bennington, I told her I couldn’t. I told her I had to transfer to Emerson as soon as possible. That way, I could have a year to adjust, a semester to go to London, and a semester in Los Angeles. And I’ve never looked back. I’m studying in London right now, experiencing another side of the world with everything Emerson has already taught me. I never had a dream for college before Emerson. Plenty of kids in early high school know where they’re going and what they’re doing. I just figured it out a little late, with the help of some friends, some fate, and most importantly, the help of some really good television shows.

[xbreezymeadowsx]

200 Questions

No one asked me to do it but I made @sharpiewashere do it so it’s only fair I suffer through, too.

200: My crush’s name is: Zach because husband but also... Tommy motherfuckin’ Flanagan

199: I was born in: New Hampshire

198: I am really: horny and annoyed

197: My cellphone company is: Verizon

196: My eye color is: Brown

195: My shoe size is: like 10.5W I think.

194: My ring size is: I think it’s a 9.

193: My height is: 5’ 3”

192: I am allergic to: cats and crop dust

191: My 1st car was: old ass shitty Jeep Grand Cherokee

190: My 1st job was: at a stand in a city mall where we had an inflatable slide and two bounces houses and served sno cones, smoothies, and novelty ice creams

189: Last book you read: Fangs by Sarah Andersen

188: My bed is: fuckin’ broken and uncomfortable and clearly not big enough for myself and my bedhog husband.

187: My pet: 1 old black cat.

186: My best friend: Yuki (that bitch is my best best best friend and I miss her to pieces)

185: My favorite shampoo is: Garnier Whole Blends: Honey Treasures

184: Xbox or ps3: Fuck both. Switch.

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: nada at the moment

181: On my calendar: is scribbles from my kid

180: Marriage is: Don’t marry a redneck!

179: Spongebob can: stop. Give me the early Bob but that’s it.

178: My mom: loves Unicorns

177: The last three songs I bought were? Wap metal version, Room with a Zoo, Shoop

176: Last YouTube video watched: GabSmolders playing Control

175: How many cousins do you have? technically only 2 by blood and actual familial connections. 6 if you count some others. 9 if you count step-cousins.

174: Do you have any siblings? 1 big Seester!

173: Are your parents divorced? Yeah

172: Are you taller than your mom? Maybe? IDK, we’re both shorties

171: Do you play an instrument? sadly, no.

170: What did you do yesterday? Slept and worked

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes

168: Luck: yes

167: Fate: yes

166: Yourself: HA, you’re funny.

165: Aliens: no

164: Heaven: these are...

163: Hell: ... kinda loaded...

162: God: ... questions

161: Horoscopes: maybe

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes

158: Gay Marriage: yes

157: War: yes

156: Orbs: yes

155: Magic: yes

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: unfortunately neither.

152: Phone or Online: online

151: Red heads or Black haired: black

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunette

149: Hot or cold: cold

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: straight

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD’s outta these choices but I’d take Steak’N’Shake over either.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk and Dark.

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Zach can be sweet (he certainly isn’t ugly to look at) and we’re definitely on the poor side.

137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (anybody remember Pepsi Twist? That was the best!)

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Buried or cremated: Buried I guess. Though, if I’m cremated, my ashes need to be spread in one place and no separating them.

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: I am a redneck, these things don’t mean anything to me.

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Either? I shop Wal-Mart all the time out of convenience but I do like Target

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I am overall not a fan of either barring a select couple movies (like Heavyweights and Little Nicky)

128: Manicure or Pedicure: no thanks.

127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: Can I go to a Zoo instead?

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’ll say Sox because New England but I don’t particularly care for baseball.

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: there’s a time and place

121: George Bush: he’s an idiot?

120: Gay Marriage: yay!

119: The presidential election: tearing families apart because people are stupid and vote for Trump

118: Abortion: this is a bit of a grey area for me. While I firmly believe in “my body, my choice”, I do not accept that argument if you are constantly getting them as if it is a form of birth control. Use proper contraceptives you slut.

117: MySpace: does that even exist anymore?

116: Reality TV: certain ones can assume me.

115: Parents: love them even when you don’t like them.

114: Back stabbers: pussies.

113: Ebay: never used it

112: Facebook: is reserved for pictures of kids, pets, funny videos and memes, and gifs.

111: Work: shitty... literally

110: My Neighbors: I’m just glad they aren’t the cousin-fuckers or the Methicans anymore.

109: Gas Prices: it takes like 20 bucks to fill my tiny car gas tank so whatever.

108: Designer Clothes: never fit me

107: College: didn’t go.

106: Sports: HA. My fat ass play sports? Maybe Badminton or Tetherball but that’s it.

105: My family: lives too far away.

104: The future: needs to be better than now.

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: like 20 mins ago when my kid was trying to suck up to me to get a sip of my frappe.

102: Last time you ate: two hours ago.

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Zane’s first day of school this year. Miss Angie came over to see him off in the morning.

100: Cried in front of someone: probably a few weeks ago.

99: Went to a movie theater: Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2.

98: Took a vacation: three years ago.

97: Swam in a pool: probably close to 8 or more years ago.

96: Changed a diaper: 4-5 yrs ago.

95: Got my nails done: professionally? never. By Zane? last weekend.

94: Went to a wedding: three years ago.

93: Broke a bone: never. dislocated shit though.

92: Got a piercing: over a decade

91: Broke the law: probably frequently without realizing it.

90: Texted: couple mins ago.

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: oh I’m a funny bitch

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing? fuck this house. fuck this town. fuck this state. I wanna go HOME home.

87: The last movie I saw: Smokin’ Aces 2

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: my nephew’s birth and the vacation we plan to take to see him!

85: The thing i’m not looking forward to: the travel for the vacation stated above.

84: People call me: a lot of things. most of them true.

83: The most difficult thing to do is: wake up

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus

80: The first person i talked to today was: my husband

79: First time you had a crush: I had a massive crush on Shawn Micheals as a kid.

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my Seester

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: probably someone in the Flanaclan Chapel

76: Right now I am talking to: the Flanaclan on and off

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m supposed to grow up?

74: I have/will get a job: yes

73: Tomorrow: is Halloween

72: Today: I’m horny and annoyed

71: Next Summer: is a long time away

70: Next Weekend: work

69: I have these pets: already answered

68: The worst sound in the world: right now I’d have to say it’s Zane clucking his tongue.

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself? or more specifically my anxiety brain.

66: People that make you happy: my Flanaclan friends, my bff, my sister.

65: Last time I cried: a few weeks ago

64: My friends are: on the internet and/or mostly too far away

63: My computer is: a hunk of shit laptop

62: My School: never going ever again.

61: My Car: looks like the car emoji.

60: I lose all respect for people who: beat animals

59: The movie I cried at was: recently? Up

58: Your hair color is: brown

57: TV shows you watch: SOA, SVU, SWAT, wrestling, Wynonna Earp, Van Helsing, Supernatural

56: Favorite web site: tumblr and youtube

55: Your dream vacation: Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, all that.

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: dislocating my knee

53: How do you like your steak cooked: med rare

52: My room is: some boring off-white

51: My favorite celebrity is: Tommy Flanagan

50: Where would you like to be: New Hampshire

49: Do you want children: I have 1 and that’s 1 too many.

48: Ever been in love: yup

47: Who’s your best friend: didn’t I already answer this?

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls nowadays. guys around here suck.

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: reading Chibs fics, staring at Flanagan

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Flanagan

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: hell no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I did not.

40: Last person I got mad at: me

39: I would like to move to: for the millionth time, New Hampshire

38: I wish I was a professional: dog sitter/walker

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37: Candy: Sour Patch Watermelons

36: Vehicle: 90′s Ford Ranger, Jeep Renegade, Jeep Wrangler, Jeep Gladiator, Ford Shelby GT350R 

35: President: certainly not the fuckin’ current one.

34: State visited: Massachusetts

33: Cellphone provider: Verizon

32: Athlete: Aleister Black, Drew McIntyre, Luchasaurus, Sonny Kiss (and fuck you if you try to tell me they aren’t athletes)

31: Actor: Tommy Flanagan

30: Actress: Millie Bobby Brown

29: Singer: Ville Valo

28: Band: HIM

27: Clothing store: don’t care.

26: Grocery store: don’t care.

25: TV show: Law & Order: SVU (as much as I’d love to say SOA, Law & Order was my first real love)

24: Movie: 10 Things I Hate About You

23: Website: tumblr, youtube

22: Animal: dogs, wolves

21: Theme park: Zoos

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: professional wrestling, football, hockey

18: Sport to play: nothing that requires that much energy

17: Magazine: don’t read them much

16: Book: the House Of Night series and sequel series by P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast (I don’t care that I’m probably too old for them now, I love them)

15: Day of the week: Saturday

14: Beach: Hampton Beach, NH

13: Concert attended: 69 Eyes headlined (opening with Night Kills The Day, then Fair To Midland which were fine but also Wednesday 13!!!!!)

12: Thing to cook: fajitas

11: Food: apple fritters/apple cider donuts

10: Restaurant: Panda Express I suppose.

9: Radio station: WGFA

8: Yankee candle scent: Midsummers Night

7: Perfume: don’t wear perfume so much as body spray and it’s usually something like cucumber melon or some baked goods scent.

6: Flower: Tiger Lillies

5: Color: Green- specifically Forest/Hunter

4: Talk show host: idk I used to watch Maury all the time, does that count?

3: Comedian: George Carlin

2: Dog breed: Pittie mixes, mutts, labs, medium to big short haired breeds

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes I did.

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Colors

Happy Birthday @idontgettechnology! Apologies for this not coming out sooner - by the time my muse decided to cooperate, it was already the beginning of school for me. I hope you still like this!

Title: Colors

Prompt: Birthday Party

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, Shieldshock, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, background relationships

Continuity: Canon-Divergence, Soulmate-AU

Warnings: None

Steven Grant Rogers was born without a Mark, Sigil, Initials, or Pattern. His mother searched over his tiny body, but the smooth pink skin was unmarred by black, blue, or any color in between. She didn’t worry much. He could have a String, a Watch, Empathy, or Writing. Sarah Rogers didn’t worry until her baby boy was ten. He didn’t see a String, his wrist didn’t have numbers counting down, and he scribbled on his arms all the time with no reply. He never felt emotions other than his own, or saw things that weren’t there. In fact, he turned out to be completely color blind. She discovered it when he was four, and couldn’t name colors.

           Instead, he learned colors through his friend Bucky. The young Barnes boy taught him that grass was green, and the gray of grass would be the same gray of almost anything that was green. Blood was red, and the gray of blood was the gray of hearts and roses and sometimes the dresses dames wore out on dates with Bucky. The sky was blue, even if all he ever saw was gray. Steve didn’t let his inability to see colors keep him from becoming an artist. After his mother passed, he was able to help support himself and Bucky by drawing cartoons and advertisements.

           After the serum, the colorblindness didn’t go away, which if Erskine had lived might have stumped him. All of Steve’s other disabilities and health problems had disappeared the moment he stepped out of the pod. He also didn’t magically develop any sort of Soul Bond that he could decipher. He’d thought before that the Powers that Be were trying to tell him something, that he wouldn’t live long enough to have a Soulmate, that one of his illnesses would finally kill him. Now, he had no idea why he didn’t have a Bond.

           When he was flying over the Arctic, he realized it was because he wasn’t going to survive the war.

           When Darcy Elizabeth Lewis was born, she didn’t have a physical Soul Bond. Her mother and father didn’t seem to mind, as their Soul Bond had been a Watch. They would wait and see. So they did. They watched as their sweet baby girl grew into a vibrant child. However, she never mentioned seeing Strings, or numbers on her wrist, or mysterious writing. When they visited Darcy’s pediatrician at her yearly check up, her doctor had frowned. “She’s hitting all her developmental benchmarks,” Dr. Simmons said. “How is she doing at Kindergarten?”

           “Fine,” Mrs. Lewis had replied, “Except, she refuses to learn her colors. The teacher says that she ignores her when she asks for Darcy to name her colors.”

           The doctor nodded before turning to Darcy. He was a kindly old man, his wrinkled face  almost always wreathed in a smile. “Darcy Girl,” he said in his jovial voice, “Why aren’t you naming your colors?”

           The little girl was all of five, and she looked embarrassed. “Don’t wanna.”

           The doctor nodded, and told the little family to give him a moment. He returned to the room holding some flash cards. “Darcy Girl, can you see the numbers?”

           The girl squinted at the cards, but shook her head. He showed her three more, but she couldn’t see any of the numbers. “As I thought,” Dr. Simmons said, “she’s colorblind.”

           Her mother bit her lip. “I was afraid of that. But . . . I was more worried about her not showing a Soul Bond. I know most kids don’t have one until they’re approaching their teens, but . . .”

           Dr. Simmons grinned. “I know, but her not having a Soul Bond yet isn’t uncommon.” Then, he got a gleam in his eye. “And actually . . . She could already have a Soul Bond. It’s incredibly, incredibly rare, and easily mistaken with actual genetic colorblindness, but she may have Soul Colors.”

           Mrs. Lewis frowned. “I’ve never heard of Soul Colors.”            Dr. Simmons chuckled. “As I said they are very rare. Maybe one in a million.”

           “But what is it? How do Soul Colors work?” Mr. Lewis asked.

           “Soul Colors work a bit differently from other Bonds, yes,” Dr. Simmons began, “While Timers and Strings give a psychic guide, and Sigils, Writing, and the others give clues, Soul Colors do nothing to guide Soul Mates together. Your daughter won’t have any prior warning. No communication, no emotions, no guides. Scientists theorize that the reason that it’s so rare is the only clue you get. There’s a very limited pool of candidates.”

           “But how will she know?” Mrs. Lewis pressed.

           “Soulmates with Soul Colors can only perceive color after they meet their Soulmate. Then, based on what research has been done on them, they will be able to see color for the rest of their lives. They have to consummate the Soul Bond, but luckily, they don’t need to actually touch like the others, they only need to lock eyes. In almost all cases they also experience love at first sight. I did a thesis on Soul Colors in college, and ever single case I looked at mentioned the instant emotional bond. Only Empaths show the same proclivity.”

           “So,” Mr. Lewis asked, “how do we know if that’s her Bond, or if she’s truly colorblind?”

           Dr. Simmons sighed. “Well, there’s no real way to be sure. Colorblind people will have another Soul Guide. If she doesn’t develop another Soul Bond, then she has Soul Colors.”

           As the years passed, Darcy never did develop another Bond, so her mother registered her with the Soul Colors Association of America. They found out that there were only about twenty-three people with Soul Colors in the entire country. The Association told the Lewises that they would help Darcy find her Soulmate when she turned eighteen. Sure enough, her first outing with the Association was a week after her eighteenth birthday. However, it was a wash out – while six of the other ten hopefuls found their other halves, she didn’t. She didn’t despair at first because she was one of four who didn’t.

           However, her hope faded as the years went by, and the world continued to be gray.

           When they thawed him out, the last thing on Steve’s mind was Soulmates. In fact, he never gave much thought to them. First it was aliens, then HYDRA, then Bucky, then Ultron . . . He never felt like he had the time to worry, especially since any Soulmate he had was either knocking on death’s door or already there. He watched his friends find theirs though. Natasha and Bucky were bound by a red String only they could see. Tony and Pepper had each other’s Initials emblazoned over their hearts (though their relationship predated Tony being his friend). Wanda and Scott zeroed out their Timers when they met during the nearly disasterous “Civil War” incident, and Hope had found herself and Rhodey with the same Sigil on their left hand. At the moment, he, Sam, and Vision were the only ones without Soulmates.

           And Tony felt like throwing a party.

           It was his birthday, and the birthday boy wanted a huge costume party to celebrate. Reluctantly, Steve dusted off his old dress uniform and styled his hair. He figured that Tony would have to be happy with a 40s soldier as Steve’s costume. He arrived just in time to walk in with Bucky and Natasha, both dressed as werewolves. They had on wolf ears and had painted their faces to make them look furry. Natasha also wore a dark gown, and Bucky was in a tux. “Nice costume,” he said, giving Steve a ‘really?’ look.

           Steve shrugged. “I couldn’t think of anything else to be,” he admitted.

           “Well,” Natasha said, smoothing down one of his sleeves, “you look nice. Maybe we can find you a nice girl to hang out with.”

           “Yeah,” Bucky replied, “didn’t that girl with Thor show up dressed like a 40s dame? Maybe we could make a matched set!”

           Steve sighed, thoroughly fed up with Nat’s matchmaking. He followed them in, and was met with a sea of costumes. There were witches, clowns, and all manner of fictional characters. Tony had dressed up as Sherlock and was presiding over his party from a dais near the DJ. Pepper sat with him, dressed as a Victorian lady. Wanda and Scott waved to the trio from one of the many refreshment tables, dressed as Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Without warning, a large, cartoonish eagle with a stern face stepped in front of them. “Hi guys!”

           Natasha burst into laughter, and Steve and Bucky just stared. The eagle had spoken with Sam’s voice. “Really?” Nat finally sputtered. “Sam the Eagle? You came as a walking pun?”

           The eagle shrugged, and looked over at Steve and Bucky. “Really, you guys haven’t gotten to the Muppets yet? We’ll have to fix that at our next Guys Night.”

           Steve shrugged, looking around. He was thinking of finding a drink and then loitering off to the side of the party for awhile. Music started up, something with an upbeat tempo and Latin rhythms that had Nat dragging Bucky onto the dance floor. Sam waved to Steve as he quickly went to pursue a young woman to dance with. The super soldier wandered a bit, before he saw Thor and his girl standing off to the side, chatting with a senator that looked vaguely familiar. This couple were dressed in matching outfits as well, both of them wearing dark suits and sunglasses. The room was brightly lit, but not enough to need sunglasses. With them was a woman dressed in a style that he was intimately familiar with. Her hair was also caught up into an updo that he remembered. He had no idea what it was called, but he’d seen it on many a woman back in the 40s. She must have been the one Nat and Bucky mentioned earlier. He thought for a moment about going to talk to her, when she turned.

           Their eyes met.

           The world exploded, and Steve nearly stumbled as he took several deep breaths. It felt almost like when he’d first stepped out of Erskine’s pod and had been able to breath properly for the first time in his life. Something clicked in his soul, and he knew. He knew who this woman was.

           Darcy had been listening to Jane natter on for what seemed like hours. She was glad that her friend had managed to find someone to talk to at this party, but Senator Hogan seemed way too interested in Einstein-Rosen Bridges, or maybe he was too interested in Jane. She couldn’t tell what Thor was thinking through the big blond’s sunglasses. She had to admit though, their costumes were a stroke of genius. Being Agent J and Agent T for this shindig showed some balls since half of the newly formed SHIELD had been invited. She turned her back on the Men in Black, and looked about the room.

           That’s when she saw him. She looked at his chest first, impressed as her eyes roamed up to met his. Then, the world exploded, and she felt like she’d just had a strong orgasm, except it shivered out from her heart instead of her lady bits. The man had been handsome in shades of gray, but in color – oh God he was in COLOR! – he was a thing of beauty. She didn’t have the knowledge to name the colors to herself, but she could tell that his eyes were as light as his hair, and his skin must be “white” since hers was the same.

           They stood there like that, staring across at least thirty feet of rented ballroom before she took a tentative step forward. This was her Soulmate, the person who had been destined to give her back her Colors. He’d held them bundled up in his eyes for God knew how long, and now here he was, giving them back to her. She took another step, and he finally moved.

           It was like watching a panther. His big body moved with deadly grace, each movement economical, but effective, and she couldn’t stop the little bit of wondering. What would this man be like in bed? Would he be laser-focused and intense, or playful and lighthearted? Would he vacillate between both? Wait a minute, he was coming over here, what the hell was she going to say to him?!

           “What color are your eyes?” he said to her, solving her dilemma before she could get her brain to wrap around it. In the mere seconds it had taken him to approach, he’d not broken their held gaze.  His voice was low, a honeyed baritone that only served to make Darcy’s lady parts sing in response.

           She swallowed, licking her lips. “My mom told me I have blue eyes.”

           “Blue,” he whispered. “My mother told me my eyes were blue, too.”

           Blue. Darcy knew blue was the color of the ocean and sky, and she suddenly couldn’t wait to find out if his eyes were closer to one or the other. That’s when she remembered her book. She reached out without thinking, grabbing his arm and dragging him along back towards the coat check. He went with her willingly, and neither seemed to be perturbed by the attention they were getting. Darcy spoke to the guy running the check, and he brought her purse. It was a huge messenger style bag, and she rummaged around it to pull out a small cardboard book. She returned her purse to the man at the check in, and then dragged her Soulmate back to an alcove set off from the main ballroom.

           He was looking at her quizzically, until he caught sight of the cover of the book. Then he grinned. She smiled back. “I carry it just in case,” she said with a laugh, “So we won’t be stumbling around in the dark.”

           His laugh was rich and clear, and Darcy realized that she could listen to it for hours on end. She opened up the book titled Colors and pointed to the first page. “Red.”

           Her Soulmate looked up, and pointed to a woman on the dance floor. “Natasha’s hair is red.” He looked back at her. “So is your dress.”

           Darcy beamed at him. “Her hair is beautiful.” She turned the page. “That’s blue. Well, it’s darker than your eyes –“

           “It’s a shade of blue,” he agreed. “Your eyes are closer to it.”

           She turned the page again. “Green.”

           “Grass is green,” he said solemnly, causing Darcy to laugh. “Sorry, it’s what Bucky told me when we were kids. He tried to teach me how to tell apart colors.”

           “He sounds like a stand up friend,” she murmured. “Jane just helps me by telling me what colors clothes are when we go shopping.”

           “Yeah, but we had an easier time of it back in the day. Clothes came in four colors – and all of them matched one another,” her Soulmate snorted.

           “Back in the day? What day? The 90s?” Darcy laughed.

           He just blinked at her. “ . . . Soulmate, do you know who I am?”

           She snorted, and shook her head as she turned to page. “No. Should I?”

           When silence greeted her, Darcy looked back up into the incredulous eyes of both her Soulmate, and Tony Stark who had just waltzed into their little alcove. “Seriously, Lewis, you don’t know who he is?!” Stark barked.

           “Tony, does Pepper know you’ve slipped your leash?” she shot back, and out of the corner of her eye, saw three people approach – one of them the previously mentioned Natasha.

           “You sass Tony?” her Soulmate breathed. “God, I love you.”

           “Movin’ fast aren’t ya, Cap?” Stark asked with a grin.

           “Steve,” the dark haired man that had just walked up asked, “Who’s the dame?”

           “Dame? What am I, a French matron?” Darcy snarked.

           Her Soulmate – Steve – chuckled. “Oh God,” the man said with a look of utter terror, “There are two of them.”

           “It’s ok, Buck, she’s my Soulmate.”

           The four people standing froze, but Darcy focused on the more important part of that last statement. “Buck? As in Bucky? Your friend that tried to teach you colors?”

           “Yeah,” Steve replied, “Bucky here is my oldest friend.”

           “Emphasis on oldest,” Stark said absently.

           That’s when it hit her. Her Soulmate knew Tony Stark. Her Soulmate knew a guy called Bucky, and woman called Natasha. Her Soulmate’s name was Steve. Holy shit.

           Steve saw it, the moment she realized who he was. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth formed a little “o” of surprise. However, her next statement completely took him off guard. “So, who’s the Muppet?”

           “Sam Wilson, nice to meet you.” The eagle held out a wing.

           “. . . Sam the Falcon came as Sam the Eagle?” his Soulmate breathed. “Really?”

           “I know!” Natasha agreed. She held out a fist, and his Soulmate met her halfway.

           “Jesus, there are two of them,” Sam muttered.

           “No, there are two Steves.”

           “Or,” his Soulmate said, her dander firmly up, “There could just be a Steve and a Darcy.”

           “Yeah,” Steve agreed, giving his friends a gimlet stare. He’d even used his Captain voice. “A Steve and Darcy Rogers,” he said, then leaned over to her, “Unless you want to keep your maiden name. I know that’s a thing now.”

           She looked amused, while the rest of their little group looked appalled. Darcy just put her hands to her heart. “Dude, you were my one historical figure crush in high school. Of course I’m taking your name.”

           “I don’t have a ring,” he murmured, enjoying the looks of complete horror on his friends’ faces.

           “It’s okay,” she laughed, “Their faces are red.”

           “I know,” he replied, leaning in closer to her. “It’s fun isn’t it?”

           Darcy threw back her head with laughter. She leaned into him, and he took her book. “So, guys, could you please leave me and my fiancée alone?”

           Tony and Sam were sputtering, Nat had her mouth hanging open, and Bucky was bug-eyed. “You’re serious,” he said incredulously.

           “Yeah, I am,” he said, staring into Darcy’s blue eyes.

           “Can I help pick out the ring?” she asked.

           “Of course.”

           She leaned over, and touched her lips to his. They were soft and warm, but before he could get more than a peck she pulled away. With a growl he glared at his friends who were still standing over them with an array of disbelieving looks – well except for Sam whose eagle mask hid his face.

           “Darcy?” a light feminine voice asked from behind the wall of Avenger.

           They turned, allowing the woman through. She was dressed in a dark suit, and wore sunglasses. “Hey Jane!” Darcy chirped. “This is my Soulmate! I got an Avenger too!”

           The woman’s mouth fell open. “Really?! He gave you colors?! Darcy!” she squealed.

           “Can you also explain to these guys why it’s totes okay that he’s proposing marriage please? Preferably somewhere else so that I can make out with him?” Darcy said with a waved hand at the other four.

           Jane laughed. “Seriously, it’s okay Mr. Stark, Ms. Romanoff, scary guy and eagle guy. Soulmates with Soul Colors are a bit different from other Bonds. They’re like Empaths – they almost always experience love at first sight.”

           “So,” Natasha drawled, “Spontaneous declarations of love and marriage are not uncommon?”

           “Nope,” Jane answered before she began shooing them off. “Now get! Darcy’s been waiting twenty-eight years for this. Scram!”

           Now visibly less nervous, the others left, Sam with a jaunty wave and Bucky with a saucy wink. Jane hugged Darcy before she skipped back to Thor’s side. “Now, soldier boy, we were about to learn about the color orange.”

           “No,” he said, drawing her chin up, “We were about to make out.”

           Her eyes turned a darker shade of blue before her lips crashed onto his.

           Steve didn’t find out until he was trying to hunt her down one day nearly a week after they first met that her last name was Lewis. When he mentioned it, she replied that it didn’t matter because soon her last name was going to be Rogers. He agreed.

           “Hey, if you’re Captain America, can everyone call me Mrs. America?”

           “Darcy.”

           “What? It’s a valid question. Can they call me Mrs. America? You know, like when you’re announced, ‘Captain and Mrs. America.’ It would be so cool.”

           “. . .”

           “I mean, at like, Avengers functions. Otherwise, of course I’m Mrs. Rogers.”

           “I like it better as ‘Captain and Mrs. Rogers.’”

           “Aw.”

           “ . . . But I bet Tony’d get a kick at next year’s birthday party to announce us as Captain and Mrs. America.”

           “I love you!”

           Darcy picked out a solitaire sapphire for her engagement ring set into a silver band. Her dress was red, he wore his dress blues. They were married in a small ceremony only three months after they met, but it would have been sooner if not for her special order wedding dress. Everyone was ordered to wear colorful clothing to the ceremony – Captain and Mrs. (America) Rogers had lived long enough in black and white.

[tyleroakley-obsessed]

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Western Illinois at FedExPark (Baseball) family Bluff City Mafia Sunday Funday at Memphis Made Brewing Aquanet at Lafayette’s Music Room Family Metalsmithing: Copper Flower Centerpiece at the Metal Museum family GiveCamp Memphis / Design for Good 2020 (through March 1) Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) Monday, March 2 Mary Gagz and Her Gaggle of Girls at Bar DKDC Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family Casmir Pulaski Day! at Wiseacre Brewing Behind The Grind: MBRW Owners at Chef Tam’s Michigan Rattler Live Taping at Ditty TV Memphis Brewers Association Homebrew Club Meeting at Crosstown Brewing Behind the Vale at Lamplighter Lounge Puzzles & Pints at the Casual Pint Square Beans 12th Birthday Tuesday, March 3 Pirate’s Mark Kickstarter Launch at 901 Games free Farm To Table Conference at CBU Open Mic Night: Poetry at Coffee Central in Southaven Wine Dinner at Paulette’s Jill Scott 20th Anniversary Tour at the Cannon Center 90s Name That Tune Trivia at Rec Room / Dan McGuinness Southaven Super Tuesday Watch Party at B-Side Music Export Memphis Ambassador Info Session at Memphis Slim House Tall Heights at Growlers Trippie Redd at Minglewood Hall Hint of Lime Brass Trio at Crosstown Arts Cafe Society Wine Tasting at Buster’s Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family Wednesday, March 4 An Evening with Emma Manners, 11th Duchess of Rutland at the Brooks Museum Disney Movie Trivia at Colettas, Railgarten, and LBOE Scribble! W/ Hive Collective at Midtown Crossing Grill free MATA Service Improvements Meeting at Bickford Community Center Zombi Child movie screening at Malco Powerhouse Tarot Share Night at The Broom Closet free Song Swap w/ The PRVLG + Crockett Hall at Bar DKDC Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family Thursday, March 5 Tigers v. Wichita State at FedExForum (Men’s Basketball) family Tea and Tour For Seniors: Native Voices at Brooks Museum Food Truck Thursday! At Court Square Alice Hasen & the Blaze w/ Blueshift Ensemble at the Green Room Bourbon Women at Belle Tavern Kiki’s Delivery Service, Mary And The Witch Flower Anime Night at Black Lodge Black Restaurant Week Kick-off Tasting at Premiere Palace Ballroom Silent Disco Yoga at Hu Hotel Live Trivia at Old Dominick Distillery Naughty Pictionary at Railgarten Sushi Class at Memphis Made Brewing True Stories by David Byrne (Crosstown Arthouse Film Series) at Crosstown Theater Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) Friday, March 6 Post Malone Runaway Tour at FedExForum Mix-Odyssey at the Botanic Garden The Orchestra Unplugged: Devil at the Crossroads at the Halloran Centre Southern Women’s Show at the Agricenter (through March 8) family Arbor Day Celebration at Overton Park family The Lies of March at Theatreworks Memphis Burlesque Productions at B-Side First Fridays on Broad: March Madness Edition family, free Beat Battle at Stax Music Academy Jon Langston Live at The Bluff Louder Than Bombs: The Smiths/Morrissey Cover Band at Railgarten Crosstown Brewing Dart Tournament at The Casual Pint Ghost Hunt at The Woodruff-Fontaine Ladies Night + Mechanical Bull Party at Brinson’s Fido Friday Dog Happy Hour at Loflin Yard Ladies Night Art Experience at Pyro’s Ultimate Friday Night Mixer at Privé Restaurant Boxlot Taste & See at Boxlot 5 Fridays of Jazz – 3rd Man at the Central Library family, free Women in the Arts at the Dixon (through March 7) free Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (select days through March 22) March 7 Mardi Growl Dog Party + Crawfish Boil at Overton Park family, free Memphis Modern Market at Loflin Yard famil Big Birthday Party for Sesame Street at DeafConnect family, free Civic Saturday at East Shelby Library family, free Southern Women’s Show at the Agricenter (through March 8) family Memphis 901 FC Home Opener at AutoZone Park family IRIS Orchestra Guest Artist: Anne-Akikio Meyers at GPAC V&E Greenline TN Arbor Day Celebration family, free Learn to Curl with the Mid-South Curling Club at Mid-South Ice House Women in the Arts at the Dixon (through March 7) free Memphis Grizzlies Hoops and Heels aka Ladies Night at FedExForum family The Lies of March at Theatreworks Memphis Mosque Open House at multiple locations family, free Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Sunday, March 8 Southern Women’s Show at the Agricenter (through March 8) family Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family Iris Orchestra at the Brooks with Anne-Akiko Meyers at the Brooks Spiritous for International Women’s Day at 115 Vance Ave. Kendra Give Back To Arrows Nest at Kendra Scott Disney’s Aladdin Broadway Show at The Orpheum (through March 8) family “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Monday, March 9 Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family Full Moon Bonfire at 2693 Epping Way Puzzles & Pints at The Casual Pint VOLK w/ Cotton Clifton & the Pickers at the Hi-Tone The Pink Blanket Event at Crosstown Arts Memphis Knights Big Band at Lafayette’s EPL at Celtic Crossing 90s Purim Party at the Rec Room Purim at the Oscars! At Beth Sholom Synagogue   Tuesday, March 10 Community & Veterans Job Fair at AJC Hickory Hill free Irish Whiskey Tasting & Tutorial at Highlander Pub 90s Movie Trivia at Dan McGuinness Southaven and Rec Room Modern Jazz Masters feat. Joel Frahm at Crosstown Arts Purim Seudah at Baron Hirsch Congregation Midtown Free Group Run at Grivet Outdoors An Evening w/ Beverly Greene Bond and Susan Eva O’Donovan at Novel Memphis Royal Blues Band at Lafayette’s Szlachetka & Hunter Tynan Davis at Ditty TV Traditional Irish Seisun at Celtic Crossing Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family Grizzlies v. Magic at FedExForum family Wednesday, March 11 Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family Teen Job Fair at Levi Library Secret Comedy Show at Local Downtown Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader Trivia at Loflin Yard UAC Info Session for Airport Art the Urban Art Commission Julian Lage & Dave King at Crosstown Arts Magician Archetype Workshop at The Broom Closet Tim Cappello Live at the Hi-Tone Pandora and the Flying Dutchman at Malco Ridgeway Lit & Libations w/ Michael Farris Smith at Novel Memphis Shakeout at B-Side Thursday, March 12 The Great Dying + Tiffany Harmon at B-Side Memphis As Puck Dinner & Drinks at Puck Food Hall Food Truck Thursday at Court Square An Evening With Keller Williams at Lafayette’s Music Room Tipsy Grammar at Railgarten Pecha Kucha: Crosstown Arts Resident Artist Talk Businesswomen of Memphis Soul at Stax Museum Lee Bains + Glory Fires + HEELS at the Hi-Tone St. Patrick’s Caravan Pub Crawl, leaving from Silky O’Sullivan’s Allen Stone w/ Samm Henshaw and Andy Suzuki & The Method at Minglewood Hall Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) Friday, March 13 Graham Winchester Record Release at DKDC Larkin Poe at Minglewood Hall Whiskeys of the World at Celtic Crossing 5 Fridays of Jazz – Stax Music Academy Jazz Ensemble at Central Library family, free Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family Elegant Southern Style Weekend: Spring Edition at Graceland (through March 15) “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Saturday, March 14 Diary of a Wombat at The Orpheum family Farewell Angelina at the Halloran Centre Memphis 901 FC v. Saint Louis FC at AutoZone Park family Grind City Coffee Expo at the Pipkin Building 47th Annual Silky O’Sullivan’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade on Beale Street family, free Folk All Y’all: An Evening with Sarah Potenza at the Green Room Elegant Southern Style Weekend: Spring Edition at Graceland (through March 15) “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Schoolhouse Rock Live! at Circuit Playhouse (March 14, 21, 28 + April 4) family Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Memphis Black Restaurant Week (through March 14) family Sunday, March 15 4th Annual Soulful Food Truck Festival at Clayborn Temple family The Emerald Isle at Elmwood America 50th Anniversary Tour at The Orpheum “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Elegant Southern Style Weekend: Spring Edition at Graceland Andrew Duhon w/ Towne at 1884 Lounge  Monday, March 16 Cher Here We Go Again Tour at FedExForum Shelby County Schools Spring Break (through March 20) family Zack Horvath at Automatic Slim’s March JUICE Meeting at 2363 Park Ave. Puzzles & Pints at The Casual Pint Possessed by Paul James / Chris Hamlett at the Hi-Tone Subtype Zero, Knoll, Grave Lurker at CANVAS Tuesday, March 17 Shelby County Schools Spring Break (through March 20) family Memphis v. Lipscomb at FedExPark (Baseball) family Cooper Young St. Patrick’s Day Parade on Cooper St. family, free Martin Lawrence “The Lit AF 2020 Tour” at FedExForum Grizzlies v. Thunder at FedExForum family St. Patrick’s Day Party at Highlander Pub Get Lucky Party  at Loflin Yard TJ Mulligan’s St. Patrick’s Day Festivities at multiple locations St. Patrick’s Celebration at Flying Saucer Cordova Allison Kasper at DKDC Spotlight Concert Series at Crosstown Arts Wednesday, March 18 Shelby County Schools Spring Break (through March 20) family Blues Traveler at Minglewood Hall Pirate’s Mark Party Game Pre-Release Game Party at 901 Games free Welcome To Night Vale Live at GPAC Rooftop Workout + Yoga + Cocktails at Old Dominick Do The Funky Chicken at The Green Room 90s TV Trivia at LBOE, Railgarten, and Coletta’s Café Conversations w/ Amanda Lee Savage at the Brooks Museum Kelley Anderson, Bailey Bigger, Alex Greene / Brower + Josephine at DKDC A Novel Book Club at Novel Memphis  Thursday, March 19 Shelby County Schools Spring Break (through March 20) family Eric Johnson at Minglewood Hall Food Truck Thursday at Court Square family Bridal Expo at 409 S. Main Comedy & Crablegs at Regina’s Cajun Kitchen The Dude Ranch: Blink 182 Tribute at Tin Roof Tipsy Jenga at Railgarten Industry Night at The Pocket James McMurty w/ Bonnie Whitmore at Lafayette’s Free Spirits Tasting + Education at Grivet Outdoors HEAD + LOKELLA at the Hi-Tone Protophye and Jantsen at Growlers “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Friday, March 20 Shelby County Schools Spring Break (through March 20) family Mid-South Con 38 at Hilton Memphis (through March 22) family Revenge Body at Arrow experimental electronic music event (free, suggested donation $5) Frank Foster at Minglewood Hall Spring Fling at the Rumba Room (through March 22) Cake at Graceland Soundstage Silent Disco at Loflin Yard Twin Soul at Newby’s Stories of Stone at Elmwood Cemetery Blackwater Trio at Loflin Yard Whiskey Republic, HEELS, Petty Gene at the Hi-Tone Linda Gail Lewis at Hernando’s Hideaway An Evening For Memphis Inner City Rugby at the University Club Play: Love, Loss and What I Wore at Evergreen Theatre (March 20, 21, 27, 28) 5 Fridays of Jazz – Ekpe and the African Jazz Ensemble at the Central Library family, free Lie-rish Legends Bluff City Liars Comedy at the Brass Door $5 “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Saturday, March 21 Fast & the Furriest 5K and Walk at Shelby Farms family Black Violin at The Orpheum Mid-South Con 38 at Hilton Memphis (through March 22) family Strauss, Tchaikovsky, & Shostakovich feat. Zuill Bailey at the Cannon Center Germantown Symphony: 250th Anniversary Beethoven Celebration at GPAC Grizzlies v. Pelicans at FedExForum family Spring Fling at the Rumba Room (through March 22) Memphis Armored Fight Club at the Hi-Tone Wolf River Harbor Cleanup at Mud Island Mustache The Band at The Bluff Time Warp Drive-In: Monty Python Night at the Summer Drive-In Lightsaber Dueling + Decades Glow Party at Rec Room Little Raine Band at High Cotton Brewing Pints for Pangolins at Crosstown Brewing TRAP Karaoke Memphis at Minglewood Hall Ballet 5:8: The Space In Between at The Orpheum Spring Fishing Classic at Bass Pro Shops Play: Love, Loss and What I Wore at Evergreen Theatre (March 20, 21, 27, 28) “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Schoolhouse Rock Live! at Circuit Playhouse (March 14, 21, 28 + April 4) family Sunday, March 22 Mid-South Con 38 at Hilton Memphis (through March 22) family Memphis Current Release Party at Slider Inn Downtown Spring Fling at the Rumba Room (through March 22) Tim Few at Alfred’s on Beale MercyMe w/ Jeremy Camp at FedExForum Layered Pendant Class at the Metal Museum Sturgill Simpson at the Landers Center Bring Your Dog To Bingo Day at Loflin Yard Black Joe Lewis at the Hi-Tone “Women in the Pit” at Hattiloo Theater (Thu-Sun, through March 22) The Book of Will at Playhouse on the Square (through March 22) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Monday, March 23 Orpheum 2020-2021 Broadway Season Reveal at The Orpheum Dinner On Stage at The Orpheum Memphis Sandwich Clique Takeover Young Ave. Deli Ultimate Werewolf Game Night at Wiseacre Hip-Hop Violinist Rhett Price w/ Franceshci at the Hi-Tone Betty Davis: They Say I’m Different Film Screening at the Stax Museum Puzzles & Pints at the Casual Pint Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Tuesday, March 24 Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Memphis v. Ole Miss at FedExPark (Baseball) family Track Night in America at Memphis International Raceway family Wine Tasting & Tutorial at Highlander Pub Elizabeth Moen at Hi-Tone Goner Presents: Damo Suzuki Network at the Hi-Tone Jaime Branch’s “Fly or Die” at Crosstown Arts Karen Waldrup at Lafayette’s Wednesday, March 25 Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Grizzlies v. Celtics at FedExForum family Friends Trivia at Coletta’s, LBOE, and Railgarten Sneak peek pre-release screening: Son of the White Mare at Malco Powerhouse Music for Cello and Jazz Trio at Crosstown Arts family Song Swap at Bar DKDC mssv at the Hi-Tone Breeze Cayolle & New Orleans at Lafayette’s Dear Readers Book Club: Mostly Dead Things at CY Gallery & Gift Shop Creative Aging’s Senior Arts Series at Lindenwood Christian Church Thursday, March 26 Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Food Truck Thursday at Court Square Nick Cannon Presents: MTV Wild ’N Out Live at FedExForum Bob’s Burgers Trivia at Miss Cordelia’s Art by Design: Dinner with the Designers at the Pipkin Building College Night at Newby’s Free Hot Dog Day/Baseball Opening Day at Railgarten Paint & Pints at The Doghouzz Cookie Decorating Class at Sweet Lala’s Bakery Of Montreal w/ Locate S at the Hi-Tone Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Art by Design at the Pipkin Building Friday, March 27 Memphis v. UCF at FedExPark (Baseball) family Garden Show and Plant Sale at the Agricenter family Night Out For a Cure at Crosstown Brewing Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family 5 Fridays of Jazz – Rhodes Night with Joyce Cobb at the Central Library family, free Art by Design: Cocktails by Design at the Pipkin Building LIT AF Tour: Martin Lawrence at FedExForum Cocktail Culture at No. 2 Vance Shufflegrit at Loflin Yard Southern Momma An EM Comedy at The Orpheum The Made Experience at Jack Robinson Gallery WALRUS at Lafayette’s Cassette Set at the Blue Monkey Fido Friday: Dog Happy Hour at Loflin Yard Memphis International Guitar Festival at The U of M (through March 29) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Play: Love, Loss and What I Wore at Evergreen Theatre (March 20, 21, 27, 28) Saturday, March 28 Memphis v. UCF at FedExPark (Baseball) family Churros, Chips, and Cervezas at Primas! Spillit Story Slam at Ixora Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Memphis Brewfest at the Liberty Bowl MuliMEMfest at Agricenter International $5 per family or food pantry donation Memphis International Guitar Festival at The U of M (through March 29) Memphis 901 FC v. Birmingham Legion FC at AutoZone Park family Let’s Brunch Memphis! Festival at Beale Street Landing That Golden Girls Show: A Puppet Parody at Halloran Centre Memphis Brewfest at the Liberty Bowl Opera Memphis Presents Mozart’s Così fan tutte at Playhouse on the Square Grizzlies v. Raptors at FedExForum family Pilates & Pints at Wiseacre “Hoops from the Heart” Wheelchair Basketball Tournament at the Kroc Center Midtown Legal Clinic at Idlewild Presbyterian Church Step Up For Safety: Sneaker Gala at Clark Opera Center Play: Love, Loss and What I Wore at Evergreen Theatre (March 20, 21, 27, 28) Midtown Legal Clinic at Idewild Pres Future-Everything presents: 03.28.20 Memphis at Growlers Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Schoolhouse Rock Live! at Circuit Playhouse (March 14, 21, 28 + April 4) family Sunday, March 29 Memphis v. UCF at FedExPark (Baseball) family Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Joe Restivo 4 at Lafayette’s FATHER – The Two Horns Tour at Growlers Devil Train at Hernando’s Hideaway The Millennium Tour (Ying Yang Twins, Bow Wow, Soulja Boy) at FedExForum Memphis International Guitar Festival at The U of M (through March 29) Ain’t Misbehaving at Circuit Playhouse (Thu. – Sun, through April 5) Monday, March 30 Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family The Millennium Tour at FedExForum Memphis Music Listening Party w/ Boo Mitchell at Central Library Puzzles & Pints at The Casual Pint Mary Gagz and Her Gaggle of Girlz at Bar DKDC The Flying Karamazov Brothers at Buckman PAC Madison Line Mondays at Lafayette’s 80s Movie Trivia at Dan McGuinness Southaven and Rec Room  Tuesday, March 31 Midtown Opera Festival (select days through April 5) family Memphis v. Mississippi State at FedExPark (Baseball) family March Volunteer Orientation at Memphis Tilth Gospel Groove of Liz Brasher at the Stax Museum Rustenhaven Band at Lafayette’s Ben & Jerry’s Free Cone Day w/ School of Rock Day at 5007 Black Rd. War of Ages w/ Convictions at Growlers Monster Jam at Landers Center The Mystic at Crosstown Arts Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout https://ift.tt/1B5z3Pc

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Watching My Purple Sky-Part Two

Right around the time of my sixteenth birthday, Uncle Jimmy threw me a party for me and invited my two friends over to it even though it was a family thing. It was one year after my father died and I was distraught. But I was old enough to drive now and also find work. Uncle Paulie told me to not worry about it as he thinks I could run the business someday. Me? Lead a crime family? He can't be serious. But that's where I am today. But I'm talking about my teen years here as I look through my journals.

I remember being indoors and snow was coming down. The groundhog lied about the weather. Not that I believe in that stuff. But if you're born in the late 90s, you'd know things. I celebrated my birthday with friends though. Mel and Eli were my best friends. They're the only ones who noticed me in junior high. Mel the cheerleader and Eli the nerd.

Melanie: Mack come on everyone's waiting down stairs!

Eli: We know it's been a year since your dad died, but he would have wanted you to be happy.

They're right. As I finished my make up I followed them down stairs. I had so far to thrown at me as I walked to the last step of the stairs. Of course I saw Appolonia there too. As I said before she doesn't like me very much.

As I walked around during the party, I had people talk to me and wishing me happy birthday and also share their condolences over the loss of my dad. They were nice even for mobsters. I blew out the candles after thinking of a wish. As I write this down, my wish was to know what the Darkness was. I wanted to wait til I was older to know what it was. I say down and opened the gifts I received. Mostly jewelry, a new computer and some art utensils. Oh and a tablet too. An electronic one. I mostly write in my journals and ran out of pages or scribble drawings in them.

Eli and Mel got me the things I wanted which were simple. Paints and pencils with sketch books. But Eli got me a wooden stake that had designs on it. He said to use it on a vampire if I see one. I nod and place it with my other gifts. Later on after the party, I sat outside in the grass and looked at the sky. I had a blanket under me and I viewed the sky as it was getting darker. It looked purple with a mix of pink. It was cold out still, but I dressed warmly for it.

Then it began to snow as I laid there with ear buds in my ears and had a song playing that fit the occasion. Imaginary was the song title. I looked up at the sky and imagined a place which paper flowers flowed in the wind and the clouds made of candy. I pictured cotton candy but yeah and the sky being purple. It's my favorite color. But my eyes close as I picture the scenery. I always love imagining things. My dad used to say that imagination is the best escape from reality. I open my eyes as looked at the sky as it snowed. I wonder if my dad is watching over me?

Jimmy the Grape: Mack! Dinner is ready!

So much for my escape. But I got up and picked the blanket up as I walked inside. My dark brown hair is covered with snowflakes and my cheeks were red from being outside in the cold. I'll love being outside more when the weather warms up. It does warm up in New York. Mostly comfortable weather at times in the summer.

When I went back to school the next day, I was eager to go to art class. I wanted to paint that masterpiece of what I imagined yesterday. Melanie and Eli are in the same class as me. But we all get separated in gym class and I know when I go, I dread it. Because the scar where I had the bullet removed in my leg is still there. Everyone can see it. I wore sweat pants since the season is still cold.

In my art class, I worked on the painting and I loved the results of it when I got done. My teacher was impressed with it and wanted it in a frame to hang in the class. So I made another when I got home after getting homework done. Sometimes it takes a while, but I make time for it. I was just a teenager that was finding ways to love doing what I do again.

But one thing I deal with us the depression I got after my father died and my mother leaving. She disappeared a year ago before the funeral. I wondered where she went off to. Guess I'll never know.

I have been having these weird dreams about angels and demons fighting each other over me. Whatever it was. It was a mix of dark and light. Like I was their treasured prize. I woke up from it and tried to figure it out. I often got up before my alarm and painted for a while. I make the image of my dream and it's like now I pictured it. I got shower and get dressed as I got ready for school.

I go down stairs to have coffee and are something with it. It was one of the brownies served from the party. I often wonder what my dreams mean. I know I heard a voice call my name in the shadows and it sounded creepy. Like 'Mackenzie.......soon darkness will fall'. I don't know whether to be afraid or concerned. Was this the thing my dad was warning me about? or

Sarah: Mackenzie? You're up early. Want me to fix you something to eat before school?

Aunt Sarah being a concerned woman and I nodded to get as she went to cabinets to find stuff to use to make something. It was early still and the sun is barely up yet. With daylight savings around the corner I'm not surprised. She fixed me pancakes and bacon. She's usually up early too. I ate my food and went to look outside and see snow on the ground. Winter in New York City is common. My two friends arrived and went with me to school.

We stopped by the cemetery and visited my father's grave. I still can't believe he's gone. I'll miss him. Always. I looked at the sky as snow fell. It was going to be difficult, but I know I'll find a way to handle it. My dad taught me that.