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have I ever mentioned that the side characters were also my comfort characters? because they are and I currently am fixated on them hehehehe
so here’s a lil redesign of the side characters!! check under the cut for some comparisons and headcanons I have for them!
Sierra Watson ❤️
- girlie is AWFUL when it comes to crushes and romance. she cannot for the life of her figure out her feelings nor can she tell when someone likes her. she’s also a terrible wingman so please don’t ask for her help because she WILL end up just blurting out “oh [name] has a crush on you!!” to your crush
- she likes dressing to the nines for no reason. clearly.
- gossip is her middle name. she loves talking trash about the other cheerleaders but the feeling is mutual because they usually trash talk her behind her back
- wears a facade 24/7 because she’s scared of not being accepted for who she is. Vince and Tomoko get to see the real her more often than her other friends and family do though
- her hidden talent is writing! put a book or computer in front of her and suddenly she becomes a modern day Shakespeare. if you somehow do find her wattpad account you’d better be prepared to sign an nda because she does not want ANYONE to find her cringe. not even her best friends know it exists and she plans to keep it that way.
Tomoko Tanaka 💙
(credit to @/lizwuzthere on AO3 for her first name!!)
- she has all of the tea. somehow knows almost everyone’s secrets and is able to tell you who has beef with who, who likes who, etc. she runs an anonymous blog where she talks about all of the drama going on between her classmates. only Raf knows she’s the one running it, but the two came to an agreement that he won’t tell anyone so long as she never talks about his friends or family
- a kogal! her natural hair color is black, but she bleached and dyed it to the color she has now due to wanting a less gloomy color for her hair. she has a collection of clip in extensions which are dyed in various colors to match her the main color of her outfits. this is the same case with her eyes! they are brown, but she has a collection of colorful contact lenses that match the color of her extensions and her clothes. right now, she’s really into blue
- she used to be a cheerleader but quit because she couldn’t stand some of the other girls. she does continue to attend the practices just so she can watch and support Sierra
- she’s half Japanese and half American, but because she lives with her father instead of her mother, she uses her Japanese name more. her full name is Tomoko Allison Lee Tanaka. in all honesty, she likes being called Tomoko more than Allison and will no longer respond if someone does call her Allison.
- this girl is immune to the desert heat. or is she? no one really knows but with the way she dresses, it’s amazing how she isn’t melting like a popsicle left too in the sun. however, she’s never seen without a cold drink in hand
Vince Lancaster 🧡
(credit to @/williamtrasheater for inspiring me to make him a lil more punk-ish fashion-wise!!)
- the bodyguard of the group. will punch you if you so much as look at his friends wrong. he towers over most of his classmates and even some of the teachers too and he’s not afraid to use his height to his advantage. he’s also strong but he holds back in a fight because he genuinely does not want to fatally hurt anyone.
- speaking of which, he’s a big softy under the asshole facade he hides himself behind. unfortunately his current situation does not allow for him to show off that softer side often - his “friends” have created a monster out of him and expect him to fit that mold or else. right now, Sierra and Tomoko are the only people who get to see softy Vince
- he knows cars. very well. he fixes his own car whenever it breaks down. currently, he’s a receptionist at the local auto repair shop but he spends more time helping the mechanics than answering phones
- he smokes. it’s a nasty habit he was (pressured) to pick up by his “friends”. he has enough self control not to smoke around Sierra and Tomoko and he also refuses to smoke in his car because they frequent it often
- he used to be Jack’s closest friend way back when they were kids but unfortunately, due to peer pressure, he made a mistake that costed him his friendship with Jack. it’s a mistake he deeply regrets now but again, due to his situation with his “friends”, he has no choice but to do nothing and let his guilt eat away at him. he can’t even be nice to Jack because they’re always watching.
#transformers prime#tfp#tfp vince#tfp sierra#tfp sierra's friend#tfp tomoko#tired of tagging her as just sierra’s friend so#now she gets to be tagged as tfp tomoko idc#redesign#tfp redesigns#❀saltuna arts❀#❀saltuna rambles❀
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Hot Showers and Cold Bleach
Warnings: Strong Language
Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months now and i’m so proud of this one!! i simply can’t wait for this universe to have its moment. hope you all like it as much as I do!!
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April 11th 2019
Kalani already had a strong regret facetiming her mother and father Anna and Marcus back home in New Jersey as she packed for her trip for Coachella with her longtime boyfriend, Micheal and his bandmates along with Luke and Ashton’s girlfriends Sierra and KayKay.
Roy, one of Calum’s friends is tagging along as well with the group.
Kalani and Micheal have been together ever since the infamous Bali trip the boys took in 2016. Even though he was secretly subscribed to her youtube channel from 2014 and she was his celebrity crush. He made that apparent in every interview he was asked that question.
She knew some of her good friends who were going and gave her a free ticket to go. Kailani and Micheal originally just wanting to hook up that whole week and never talk again until they realized their feelings and have been together ever since.
Her old youtube vlog of that trip has clips of the two shamelessly flirting with one another that they look back upon now and laugh.
She held up one blue bikini, one red one, and a pink one and quickly shoved them in her bag until her mother’s Jersey accent rang through.
“What the hell are those pieces of fabric??” She demanded.
“‘My bathing suits?” She shrugged walking over to her vanity to pack her makeup in her travel bag.
“Those are not a bathing suits. That’s rags colored in dye.” She said making her brunette haired daughter chuckle and roll her eyes.
“Mom, no one in Coachella is gonna see my birthday suit.” She responded looking at her mom’s disgusted face on the MacBook screen.
“Well other than Micheal!!” Her dad’s voice interrupted her trying to figure out what shade of foundation to bring. She never knew how tan she’d get in the different climates and it would be a monstrosity if she posted on YouTube or Instagram and her face was 4 shades lighter than her whole body.
“Shut up.” She chuckled as she packed a Fenty Bottle and Makeup Forever bottle.
‘Praying these are right’ She said a silent prayer.
Ana waved noticed Michel standing in the doorway holding Southy in his arms with Moose and her cocker spaniel, Sadie trailing behind him. Kailani turned around seeing him.
"You're like a cat. How did I not hear you." She smiled at her boyfriend who shrugged taking a seat on their shared bed.
"Hi Mrs. Smith" Micheal waved with Southy's paw making Kalani smile.
"Micheal honey you can call me Anna. I've told you this for 2 years now. The whole Mrs thing makes me feel older than I am."
“If the shoe fits then wear it momma.” She joked making Anna give her the bird.
They bid their goodbyes as she had to go, tired of hearing Micheal trying to wrestle the dogs to do what sounded like a trick.
“I’ll finish packing tomorrow before we leave. I have all my clothes packed just not bathroom stuff but it’d be pointless to pack them now.” She ran her fingers through his fringe as she sat on his lap.
“We should bleach my hair again before Coachella.” He suggested squeezing her ass. She knew what he really wanted.
“You just wanna fuck me under the shower.”
“Not completely, I also want my hair washed but that doesn’t sound bad either.”
“Fine.” She climbed off his lap and sauntered into the connected bathroom.
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Kalani and Micheal stood underneath the warm shower water as she lathered some sort of deep conditioner with keratin and special oil designed for faux blondes in his hair before she could bleach it again if she wanted to make sure it was completely clean.
"The bottle said to wait 5 minutes before you can wash it out." She repeated the instructions on the purple bottle.
His hands wandered down her hips and close to her ass as she gave him a pointed look.
"That’s not what we're here for." She pointed her finger at his chest
"Y’know you could wash my hair since I was such a good girlfriend by washing yours and about to bleach it." She batted her full lashes at him who playfully rolled his eyes before turning Kalani towards him and lathering shampoo to wash her curls.
Small talk was the only thing that you could hear in the bathroom other than the running water.
They washed out all the product out of his and her hair before wrapping herself in a warm towel while Micheal stepped out of the bathroom to grab the hair dye and another towel.
He's been dying his hair ever since he was 16. He would consider himself a pro but likes when Kalani does it for him.
She grabbed the t shirt off of the counter that she stole from Micheal and her panties while she squeezed the water out her hair and threw in some deep hair mask to throw it up in a curly bun.
Micheal rolled the chair in front of the bathroom mirror and placed the dye in a bowl as Kalani read the instructions.
She placed some gloves on for protection of her skin and got to bleaching his hair. "This may burn." She warned him as she was splitting his hair into sections while he was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when she was starting.
"I've dyed my hair probably 20 times in my life. Trust me it's fine. I’m immune to the burning sensation now.” He joked.
*****
After an hour of the smell of bleach and the sound Kalani and Micheal's laughter , they were finally in bed watching some episodes Chicago Fire that they've been missing out on.
She had one leg propped up and the other across his lap as he stroked her thigh making her bite her lip as to make it seem like his fingers brushing across her thighs didn't have a affect on her. As it very well did because of how she felt the dampness pool in her black panties.
"If you wanna eat my pussy all you have to do is ask." She finally spoke up during a boring scene in the show.
"I was waiting on those exact words." He said with a cheeky smile.
With that Micheal maneuvered himself to be in her thighs, facing her panties. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Kalani whined softly as he was teasing her clit with his tounge through the outside of her panties. "Please Mikey." Her doe eyes silently begged him.
“Someone’s impatient.”
He tugged them down her smooth legs and tossed them somewhere behind him as he was face to face with her swollen clit as his eyes got wider in adoration.
"Shit your pussy is so pretty my love." He kissed the insides of her thighs as she giggled. "Thank you."
With one lick, she was a moaning mess for him. He was maintaining eye contact with her and every time she wouldn't look at him he would go slower with eating her out. It wasn't long before she started pulling on his hair as he was sucking on her clit making her eyes close in pleasure.
"That feel good baby?," He asked huskily as she could visibly see her own wetness on his beard.
She shakily sighed. "Fuck it feels so good."
With his middle and ring finger he started to slowly finger her while sucking on her clit, her hips jutting up every time he curled his fingers against her sweet spot.
"Shit I'm gonna come." She panted. She pushed his head deeper into her trying to get more of his mouth.
“I know." He cooed, the vibrations of his voice sending her over the edge.
She screamed his name in pure ecstasy multiple times as he pulled his fingers out of her and slowly licked her clean, avoiding her clit as he knew it was too sensitive. He gave her clit one last kiss before laying back next to her.
"I love you." She stretched over her to peck his lips. They kissed for what seemed like hours.
"I can't wait to fuck you at Coachella. To a weekend of great music and even better sex." He said excitedly running his hands over her ass.
"And spending time with your band members while I have girl time!" she playfully hit his tattooed arm as they both went into a deep sleep tangled together.
#5sos fanfic#micheal clifford smut#luke hemmings#micheal clifford#5sos#ashton irwin#calum hood#micheal 5sos#micheal clifford fanfic#micheal clifford imagine
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The end of the year is near! Give a shoutout to your favorite blogs and tag them to spread positivity before the year ends! (from: a secret anon)
This list is gonna be hella incomplete but my excuse is I am very sick and my brain is literally cooking itself <3 if i forgot u I still love u I promise. Also these got aggressive which i also blame on my high fever
@elekinetic is the best in the world, the only screenwriter ever. Read their scripts in their pinned post or i will kill you. Also she has edits that are fucking amazing, watch the brutal edit or else you suck. And. Check out her playlists too. And you guys don't even appreciate her enough because she's the best and sometimes i want to grab you all by your faces and say APPRECIATE ELLA MORE! Like. Her scripts are actually insane. insane. INSANE. Anyway whatever read them now.
@eightieslesbian makes the best gifsets in the world and she is literally everything to me so if you are NOT following her then you and i have a problem which can only be resolved by you following her. She has a link to her work in her description so check it out and reblog them all ok.
@finalgirlbyers sierra loveqbrl madcleradin finalgirlbyers is the blog ever and you need to follow her immediately or else you will have bad luck for 7 years. Every take is based, every post a slay.
@astrobei is the fanfic writer of all time ever and you should read not all the prayers immediately because it is my favorite fanfiction of all time and i am not exaggerating. It is emotionally devastating but you should read it anyway and if u don't just know that i am mentally kicking your shins so hard SO hard
@andiwriteordie hmmm the best? The best. Her fics are just 💖💘💞❤️ and she is literally so smart, comes up with the best ideas. The CEO of Taylor Swift x Byler. If you thought it was me, you're wrong. It's her. But I'm like.. idk the CFO or maybe her assistant
@quinnick best friend moot. Check him out on ao3 and at @nickquin for art things. And follow him. He is fun, the nicest sweetest person ever, has great takes. Follow him or else i hate u
@ratt-duffer CHECK OUT RATT'S FUCKING ANALYSES AND EDITS THEY ARE SO GOOD im tired of u people you all suck, ratt deserves more appreciation
@chiquitablanquita is an amazing writer and amazing person. Check her out on AO3, Things I Can't Say is soo fucking amazing and she just put out the first chapter of her Spidey Will fic!!
I probably forgot many people plus i am lazy and tired rn ok <3 byeee
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The treason
I don't know what happened afterwards. I had just lived something more traumatic than usual. I didn't know what to do. Do i tell someone about what the neighbor's son tried to do to me ?
I kept that to myself. I don't think he did though. Probably changed the story like a prick.
There was times when our whole street's kids would play games together like hide and seek or tag. One friday evening that my cousin was staying over for the night we decided to go outside and play with the others. Sierra was already there. There was a new older kid that had just moved in with his family. I don't remember his name . Just that he was 4 years older than Sierra and went to the same school as my cousin. My cousin and i got tired of playing tag so we decided we wanted to go home to play with my dolls. We were just about to leave. But then the older kid said to the others " i heard she and her cousin are total whores" . My brother got mad he told him to take it back. The asshole ignored him so sierra Punched him. It just began a fight. Sierra got beat up pretty bad for a 9 year old. he got permanent scars for trying to defend our honor. There was no way he'd win that fight.
The three of us went back home. At least mom was there to see his injuries.
Several weeks passed. And two guys from our class came home for a school project. Like always we finished it fast and then they wanted to play video games in our bedroom. Sierra and i shared bedrooms at that time.
Sierra didn't want me to be there and told me to go play in the living room or at my friend's house. But i didn't think that was fair.
I think the two classmates thought i wanted to be there to hit on them or something. I was considered one of the prettiest girls in our classroom. I was just sitting on my bed watching them from high. (We had a bunk bed and the top one was mine). Suddenly the two of them started to climb the ladder. And I didn't understand why or what was going on until they started touching me in parts they shouldn't have. Sierra just stood there looking at the floor and didn't do nothing. I was trying to push them away but as soon as i pushed one the other one was there to try to take my clothes off. I kicked them and just trew myself off the bed falling on the hard floor and left with all my pain.
I never confronted my brother about what happened I just assumed he didn't want to be beat up again...
I kept everything to myself again. Why is this happening to me ?
#digital journal#digital diary#thoughts#personal diary#real life#sensitive content#child trauma#journal
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Sand and Stars - Prologue
Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?
Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC
Word Count: 1925
Warnings: 18+, Mentions of war, military technicalities, smut in future chapters
A/N: This (x) has finally taken birth. I am very excited about this fic, it is literally the only thing I can focus on right now. A big thanks to @thelastsock for beta-ing this. Sending her lot of love and good health, always. Please don’t come down on me if I have gotten any of the army-related things wrong, because this is a work of fiction.
Title: Prologue
Olivia Ross was everything but a heavy sleeper. She slept like a feral cat ready to jump at even the slightest bit of disturbance. And that is why she was wide awake at 3 a.m.
The sound of Alex’s snores, deep and rumbling, echoed from beside her. A strong arm was draped tightly over her torso-his bull’s head tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. Olivia looked to her side and sighed.
She hated sneaking out of his room the next day. The walk of shame she could take-her squad mates were already bored by the gossip of yesteryears-but the imminent questioning that Alex would barrage her with later, was what broke her.
Carefully, Olivia moved his arm from over her body and slid out from the bunk bed they were sharing. She watched as Alex turned to the other side and a moment later, continued snoring; oblivious to the loss of bodily warmth from besides him.
Grabbing her discarded clothes piled on the floor and hurriedly pulling them on, Olivia grabbed her dog tags from the table. Her eyes also fell on the other chain lying on the metal desk; a Saint Christopher Medal in a silver chain which Alex had gotten for her the last time he had flown home. Reluctantly, she grabbed the chain and wore it with her dog tags and swiftly snuck out of the Captain’s room.
As soon as Olivia was out in the corridors of the Baghdad base camp, the sweet noise of military men going about their duties graced her ears. She looked around as she made her way towards the ladies quarters; some of the men were loading up their Humvees for a patrol around the city, a few of them out for their morning run and then there were others like her who were hurrying away to reach their beds.
Closing the door to her quarters, Olivia was met with two sets of narrowed eyes looking at her. “Busy night there, Sergeant Ross?” The smugness in their voices, nothing new but annoying nonetheless, made Olivia roll her eyes.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be sleeping?” She laid on her bed-her legs dangling from the ends-feeling relaxed more than she was when sleeping next to Alex.
A loud bang on the hard metal door interrupted them. A young private recruit peaked inside, her cheeks going red as she came face to face with her seniors.
Raising her head from her bed, Olivia looked at the blushing Private edging around the door. “What is it, Private?”
“Uhm…”
“You need to speak faster, sister. No one’s going to be waiting that long for you to finish your sentences.” Sergeant Sloan, a blond beauty with Victoria’s Secret model’s look, said from her bunk on the other side of the room.
“I was told to get Sergeant Ross to Lieutenant Crowley.”
Olivia nodded at the soldier and she hurried out, closing the door behind her. “What does Crowley want?”
“Hopefully, he sends us somewhere. I’m tired of looking at the same old shaved heads around here.” Corporal Sierra said from her corner of the room. Both the ladies laughed at their joke, Sloan snorting while laughing and Sierra basking in her comedic skills. Olivia smiled looking at her fellow bunk mates, loving their laughter ringing in the dilapidated and make-shift room.
After taming her wild bed hair into a braid and pulling on a fresh set of clothes to meet the lieutenant, Olivia made her way towards the central meeting hub. Lieutenant Crowley was a balding man in his late fifties, irritating beyond belief and the epitome of a male chauvinist. Olivia looked at him while he shuffled through his folders and pulled out one to hand over to her.
“You need to go to Baqubah.” His nasally voice ordered, his height an inch shorter than hers.
“Sir?” Olivia looked down at the brown manila folder in her hand. Camp Warhorse was written below the bold printed letters of Baqubah.
“They had a water problem which was not fixed and now the militants have been targeting the food supply trucks entering the city.” He pulled out another folder from underneath the table, handing it to her with a grunt. “They need air support, but Command wants us to only send one. You can take the Little Bird and two Humvees with any twelve members for your unit. I’m making you responsible for the mission.”
“What are we to do there? Can’t we just drop food rather than driving it in-?” Olivia opened the first folder to find a letter of co-ordinates and sitreps from the Captain stationed at the camp.
“They have asked for help. You’ll meet with the Captain there and gauge the situation personally. Is that clear, Sergeant?”
When anyone pulls rank on the other, it usually means the conversation is over. So, Olivia with her two manila folders, nodded at Lieutenant Crowley and turned to walk away. “Sergeant, you leave in two hours.”
Perfect. She turned to nod at the Lieutenant who had already sat down to get back to his work.
Olivia made her way back towards the quarters from the hub. The base camp looked more alive now that almost everyone was awake. Loud music blared from the speakers with shirtless men playing basketball or getting their daily workout in. Olivia opened the folder and took the first paper in her hand; it was a sitrep from eight months ago from Captain Syverson about the blast at the water pump they were supposedly fixing. She went through the report, noticing Sergeant Harper’s name whom she personally knew from a previous mission.
Lost in her task at hand, Olivia missed the man coming her way and bumped into him, her steps faltering behind with the impact. When she looked up, the unmistaken glare of two narrowed blue-green eyes met her own. She let out a sigh even before he could speak another word.
“Captain Cooper,” She greeted the man whom she had only left a couple of hours ago. “Good morning.”
“You snuck out, again.” The harshness in his voice made Olivia remember why she despised this particular exchange of words in the morning. Alex, unlike the state she had left him in, was now dressed in his army pants and the beige army t-shirt with his hair groomed to the nines. Never a day did Alex show up with disheveled hair and unshaven, he was always the well-groomed kind of man that romance novels idealized about.
“Crowley wanted me for a briefing,” she showed him the folders, “We leave for Baqubah in under two hours. Going to be delivery guys for them.”
Alex scrunched his eyebrows as his attention from last night’s shenanigans were drawn to the mission at hand. He took the folders from her and shifted through the papers. “Baqubah? Wasn’t there an unsuccessful mission already?”
The change in his tone, from the attention seeking friend to a decorated military man, made Olivia realize why she had fallen for him in the first place. It was that very dedication to his work, the life choice that he had made, that had made her pursue him like an eagle does it’s prey.
Too bad the eagle realized it wasn’t really hungry.
“Liv?” Alex asked, the long lashes lining his eyes fluttering as he looked at her.
“Yeah, but there’s an insurgence of militants and food supply shortage.” He handed the folders back to her, crossing his arms over his chest. The sleeve of his t-shirt stretched over his muscles, revealing the tattoos on either side of his arms. A single vein stretched over each of his bulging biceps, taunting her with the memories of her tracing it with her fingertips.
Olivia shook her head, choosing to look behind Alex and spotting her unit coming her way. “I need to go. I haven’t even told my people.” She started to walk away when Alex held her wrist. She looked at him wide-eyed and frantically looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. This was the first time Alex was being so forthcoming about their twisted relationship out in the open.
“Were you going to at least say goodbye?”
Olivia froze hearing the pain in his voice. She did not wish to discuss whatever was going on between them. In a deep corner of her mind, she was secretly happy that she was being sent away from the base camp. It meant she could think about a way to gently let Alex know that they were done.
“Alex,” the use of his informal name, always made him smile. Olivia used it to her advantage on more than one occasion. “We need to head out. I need to brief them. Please can we do this later?”
She wanted to wait for his answer but when her eyes darted to the makeshift clock hanging on the wall, that the men had put together one night after getting drunk on local liquor, showed she had over an hour and half to roll out; Olivia mouthed a ‘sorry’ and walked away. She hated when she left Alex standing like that, alone and dejected. She was the cause of this shit-show, but she had no idea how to end it.
“Groundhog, this is echo 1-1, we are set to fly out the nest. Over.” Sergeant Gary Schmidt, Olivia's most trusted co-pilot, said into the communications line. They had gathered a group of twelve soldiers, including Olivia’s bunk mates Sloan and Sierra and were now ready to leave for Camp Warhorse. The blades of their chopper, the beautiful and reliable MH-6 Little Bird, whirred by cutting the dry air of Baghdad.
“This is Groundhog to Echo 1-1. You are cleared for flight. Over.”
Olivia looked to her right at Schmidt and gave a thumbs up. “Echo 1-1 is flying out. Welcome on board, people.” She said into her comms, controlling the stick and feeling the skids lift off from the ground.
In an unplanned glance towards the tarmac, Olivia caught sight of Alex standing a few feet away with his face impassive; lips pursed tight and eyes covered with shades, the last thing Olivia saw before they flew off from the Baghdad Base Camp.
“What a dump of desert and sand, Red.” Schmidt said into the comms to her, making her smile being referenced by her nickname and distracting her from the unsettling feeling she had by looking at Alex. Her command officer had jokingly compared her hair to fire after one heated argument she had with a fellow soldier and called her ‘Red’, making the name become a core part of her identity. “Baqubah better be forgiving.” Schmidt continued as they turned towards the road leading up to the destroyed city.
An hour into the flight and their comms came alive. “This is Warhorse to Echo 1-1.” Olivia looked at her co-pilot and nodded her head to take over the communications. In the distance, over the expanse of the dry desert, the heat was coming down hard on them, making little beads of sweat form on the underside of their helmets.
“Echo 1-1, receiving, over.”
“Echo 1-1, this is Captain Syverson,” the previous emotionless voice was replaced by a strongly accented one. Olivia was borderline impressed by Syverson's command in his voice. She looked at Schmidt at the same time he did-they always referred to each other as ‘twins’ because their minds were almost always in sync. “The tarmac is ready for your landing. Welcome to Warhorse.”
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can you recommend me some phannie fic writers please?
ahh hi yeah i can! but first of all i recommend you to check out the fandom tag at ao3 askdjasj
ill probs probs forget about lots of people and ill be like oh okay here's like my friends so sorry about that lmao. i'll link to some ao3 profiles or like fics bc im horrible about remembering usernames and im just opening my bookmark thingy and checking stuff
here's jess who has recently started writing phanfics and i adore her fics lots
this horror fic by harley who also has lots of good fics so check'em out
echo has lots of good fics too!
nina writing is so good too so you know
in the topic of the old school pbb i tots recommend checking yani's and t's fics, they both have lots of them so you can go through them a bit :D caro also!
some old smut fics bc ofc by phandomsub
also Rhys!! rhys why would i forget about rhys
also this one by nov!
maybe phan_anon for some of your abo needs idk
some friends here whose fics i love lots so !!! morgan, basl, jane, megan, 🐔, puddle, louise, sierra, jude, amy!!! and also this mysterious person who doesn't want me to share stuff but maybe you should check out their fics yeah (sorry)
also! vvelna, gray, heather, daria, phanomeheart, jen, possum, jade and bunny!
like i said im probs forgetting lots of fic writers but i just keep opening tabs and im getting tired aksdjhj feel free to check out my phanfic tag tho!
#ask#recs#hopefully the links work hahaa#also i know you said phanfic writers and not phanfics but hey! fics! i know about those
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another! this one comes from @drippingmoon ❤️
my words are tired, twin, tangle, torn
tired (Dragonsong)
“Any luck?” said Isi as she approached.
The blankness in her friends’ eyes told her all she needed to know.
Robin, Ebele, Cole and SB sat in a sort of circle. SB leant on one elbow and Robin had his back propped against a rock. Ebele and Cole sat cross-legged, mirroring each other.
A little way away, Sierra was sprawled on her back watching clouds dance across the sky, paying no attention to the other four. Isi smiled. Sierra was clearly bored. While the others didn’t look quite so outwardly bored, they were definitely tired. If they had been working this long with no answers, it was no wonder.
twin (no twins, but I have plenty of twinkles) (Dragonsong)
“You’re a knight,” said Sierra. “Why are you so relaxed about this?”
Jasper stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he said, “I’m a resident knight. I see plenty of magic in these parts, and I know several mages. I’m old enough to think for myself instead of just blindly doing that I’m told.”
“I thought your whole thing was following the law. Pretty sure that’s illegal.”
“Is the king going to come out here and stop me?” Jasper’s eyes twinkled. “The way I see it, my job is to protect, and mages often need it. So, also… yes, I know that there are four mages in this room, and you are safe here. For as long as you need.”
tangle (Hurricane) (my favourite theella scene)
“My roll, silly,” she said.
He put his hands behind his back.
Fine. If you want to play it that way… She lunged at him with a mock glare. She got both arms around him, but she could barely touch his hands, let alone get the dice. Her cheeks were warm, but that might have been because Theo had been sitting in the sun for several hours, and now her face was pressed up against his shirt. She didn’t let go, though. “It is my roll, you know.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“So give me the dice!”
He brought his hands out from behind his back, and put them behind hers instead.
“Very funny.” His shirt smelled of salt water, and… was that honey? Whatever it was, it smelled good. Sweet.
“You tackled me.”
She disentangled herself and grabbed his wrist before he could take the dice away. She couldn’t even close her hand all the way around it. He just grinned and emptied the dice into her hands. “Do you want to see if you can get a losing roll again?”
“Maybe now my luck will be better. You held them captive for too long. They don’t like you anymore.”
torn (Dragonsong) (for those who are new here: SB is missing a hand...)
The rest of the day passed with little event. Isi found the laundry room and washed the blood out of her torn shirt. As she worked, she heard the sounds of more magic practice from the main room. She smiled as she wrung out the shirt and flung it over a rail to dry.
When she emerged from the little corridor that led to the laundry, she saw that only Robin and SB were participating in the magical shenanigans. Sierra sat next to Holly by the window, talking softly.
Something went crash and Robin cursed.
“I think it’s time to stop,” SB said.
Robin glanced over his shoulder to see Isi watching. “Isi, could you give me a hand?”
“I suppose I can’t,” said SB, straight-faced.
I will tag @zmlorenz @starryeve88 @talesofsorrowandofruin and @wannabeauthorzofija! I leave you the same words, because they’re pretty nice words and I like the alliteration.
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Nothing Personal: the Playlist
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1. Peace - Taylor Swift
All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret
2. Crave You - Flight Facilities ft. Giselle
Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you Why can't I keep you safe as my own? One moment I have you the next you're gone
3. Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives
I swear I didn’t mean what I said I swear I didn’t mean it ... All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore This will be the death of me Are we allies or enemies?
4. Lemons - Brye
And I don't wanna encourage your abusive behaviour But I just can't let you win I'm legitimately tired of being walked all over By these insecure babies who think that they're men
5. Even if it’s a Lie - Matt Maltese
You're the girl to push away my doubt But it's too late and we’re too young to know
6. Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift
But you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shredAnd hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing
7. Cellophane - FKA Twigs
Didn't I do it for you? Why don't I do it for you? Why won't you do it for me? When all I do is for you?
8. Never Gonna Love Again - Lykke Li
How can we Turn around the heartache Oh I, I'm alone tonight babe And I'm never gonna love again
9. Landfill - Daughter
'Cause this is torturous electricity Between both of us and this is Dangerous 'cause I want you so much But I hate your guts
10. Hoax - Taylor Swift
You have beaten my heart Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do
11. I Threw Glass at my Friend’s Eyes and now I’m on Probation - Destroy Boys
You're ruining my life day by day The butterflies you give me are literally making me nauseous This is disgusting, like seriously dude What do you think you're doing?
12. Love Love Love - Of Monsters and Men
Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away And maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad... bad person Well, baby I know
13. The Hearse - Matt Maeson
I am the man we both couldn't stand I can't wash off the dirt from my hands What was it like to feel in love? What was it like to feel in love?
14. Greek Tragedy - The Wombats
This method acting might pay our bills But soon enough there'll be a different role to fill I love this feeling But I hate this part
15. Gold Rush - Taylor Swift
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush
16. Space Song - Beach House
What makes this fragile world go round? Were you ever lost? Was she ever found?
17. Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure
I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I have said too much, been too unkind
18. All You Had to do was Stay - Taylor Swift
Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made People like you always want back the love they pushed aside But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye
19. She - Dodie
and I'll be okay Admiring from afar Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart
20. John My Beloved - Sufjan Stevens
So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands
21. Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars
Let me in the walls You've built around We can light a match And burn them down
22. Fidelity - Regina Spektor
I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind
23. Folding Chair - Regina Spektor
Maybe one day you'll understand I don't want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand Till that day, just Please don't be so down
24. Enough for You - Olivia Rodrigo
And maybe I'm just not as interesting As the girls you had before But God, you couldn't have cared less About someone who loved you more
25. Cold Cold Man - Saint Motel
Oh, my love I know, I am a cold cold man ... You're the only one worth seeing The only place worth being The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you
26. What are you so Afraid Of - Videoclub
What are you so afraid of? Is it love wasting your time?
27. Love - Daughter
I know you regret it, love You told me so many times But I still wonder Why You left with her And left me behind
28. I Hurt Too - Katie Herzig
When an ocean sits right between us There is no sign that we'll ever cross You should know now that I feel the loss
29. Renegade - Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift
There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway And if I would've known how many pieces you had crumbled into I might have let them lay ... You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody Is it insensitive for me to say "Get your shit together so I can love you?" Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? Or do you just not want to? ... You fire off missiles ’cause you hate yourself But do you know you're demolishing me? And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave
30. Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish
And I don't talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fuckin' sad
31. Rules - Jayme Dee
You say you know love, but you are just reflecting words you hear No iron in your veins to give you any sense of pain or fear It's just another lie, it's just another calculation And when the power's out, we're just another old sensation
32. Bitter Heart - Memi ft. Staffan Carlen
Suddenly you look like a stranger A face I knew, but I must've forgotten Emotional flicker, you were my everything
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Oh, I wish that you hadn't pulled the trigger Shot me down with my bitter heart
33. Brush Fire - Sierra Eagleson
How are you, lovely? Reddest rose between all these thorns Morning coffee And a voice to settle all the storms It's kind of funny Hearing you don't need me anymore Just say you love me
34. Sea of Doubts - Azure Ray
A spectator I played my part But nothing could move this heart Until i held the boys hand The little one spoke like a man He showed me death and said This is how you know you're alive
35. First Love/Late Spring - Mitski
So please hurry leave me I can't breathe Please don't say you love me
36. Deep End - Birdy
Ooh, how do we mend? Ooh, I didn't choose to depend on you It's out of our hands Maybe it will work out in the end I don't know if you mean everything to me And I wonder, can I give you what you need? Don't want to find I've lost it all Too scared to have no one to call So can we just pretend?
37. And the Boys - Angus and Julia Stone
Well, it's been days now And you've changed your mind again All the cracks in the walls Reminds you of things we said And I could tell you That I won't hurt you this time But it's just safer To keep you in this heart of mine
38. Strange - Celeste
I am still me You are still you In the same place Isn't it strange? How people can change From strangers to friends Friends into lovers And strangers again
39. The Cut that Always Bleeds - Conan Gray
To say you loved me all along And kissed the bruises 'til they're gone Bittersweet, 'cause I can't breathe Inside your arms
'Cause if you're gonna leave Better leave, better do it fast Can't live another minute Bleeding from my back 'Cause I don't have another one For you to stab And I don't want to have Another heart attack
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But even though you're killing me I, I need you like the air I breathe I need, I need you more than me I need you more than anything Please, please
40. James - Maggie Rogers
"Too young, too thoughtless, " I said to myself With idealistic visions all perched on the shelf And I'm still hoping, waiting for you to come home
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Maybe you're in love or hung up on another And maybe you found a far prettier lover And maybe you'll paint her a picture like you did for me
41. Cry- Cigarettes After Sex
But I need to tell you something My heart just can't be faithful for long I swear I'll only make you cry
Maybe I'd change for you someday But I can't help the way I feel Wish I was good, wish that I could Give you my love now
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10, 25, and 41 from fluff with ashton or calum pleeeease 🥺
10.“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”
25. “Your hair is really soft.”
41. “You are crushing me right now.”
i kinda ran away with this i’m sorry sdgyauhdas
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Ever since Ashton and you had become friends, it had turned into a tradition that every Friday night that he was home, he would come over and have a movie night with you, and typically slept over. He told you that Friday was your night because “You know... Saturday’s are for the boys.”
It became such a ritual, that you gave him the spare key to your apartment so he could just let himself in whenever he decided to grace you with his presence that evening - or whenever the mood struck to come by and see you.
Your Friday hadn’t started off too great; for some reason, your alarm didn’t go off, making you late for work which is something that was very uncommon for you. Next, when you went to leave work you noticed your tire was flat, assuming the construction you had to drive through had something to do with it, so you called AAA to come and at least put your spare tire on until you could get it fixed.
By the time you got home, Ashton was already there. Or, you assumed he was already there because you met a delivery driver in your lobby, and the two of you ended up at the door to your apartment, laughing at the coincidence. You paid the delivery driver and brought the food into your apartment, setting the food down on the kitchen counter and heading into your room where Ashton was laid in your bed.
Without another word, you crawled onto your bed and laid on top of him, resting your head against his chest.
“Bad day?” He asked with a laugh, running his fingers through your hair.
“It felt like it was ten years long,” You mumbled into his chest. “Whatever you ordered us smells good.”
“Who said I ordered you any?”
“If you value having kids some day, I’d place my bets that you did,” You lifted your head, narrowing your eyes at him.
Ashton’s chuckle in response didn’t help your grumpy mood, but it didn’t hurt it either. Rolling you both over so now he was laying on top of you, you let out a soft ‘oof’, huffing when he placed a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m not moving until you stop being grumpy.”
“The more hungry I get, the more grumpy I’ll be - How long have we known each other again? Also, you’re crushing me.” You whined, attempting to push him off of you.
Ashton let you struggle against him for another minute before he rolled off of you, and got off the bed, “Okay well, lets go eat, and then you can shower and maybe wash the day off, yeah? Can’t have you raining on our Legally Blonde marathon.”
Your eyes lit up at the mention of Legally Blonde, completely forgetting that the two of you discussed watching the two movies that night. Getting off the bed, you trailed behind Ashton into the kitchen where he unloaded the take-out, grabbing you both forks so you could head to the couch and dive in.
Once you had finished eating, Ashton shooed you away to go have a shower, tossing the hoodie he had been wearing your way so you could cozy up in it afterwards. He was right about needing to wash the day off; as soon as the hot water hit you, you felt instantly relaxed - probably able to fall asleep in the shower if you stayed there too much longer.
The smell of Ashton’s hoodie overwhelming your senses as you slid it on, further aiding in relaxing you. His hoodies were always the most comfortable, if only for the reason that they smelled like him.
When you walked back out to the living room, Ashton had made two cups of hot chocolate, and you noticed a couple pillows on the floor.
“Why are there pillows on the floor?”
“You’ll see, sit down,” Ashton demanded, and you frowned, but complied with his request.
It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable sitting on the floor, but you enjoyed draping your legs over Ashton, because on occasion he would massage your calves. You were shimmying trying to get comfortable when you heard Ashton give an impatient sigh behind you.
“Stop moving and let me braid your hair,” He said finally, placing his hands on your head to get you to stop moving, leading you to let out a soft ‘oh’ of realization.
Ashton combed his fingers through your hair, sectioning it so he could french braid it.
“Where did you learn to do this?” You asked as he was midway through the braid.
“I asked Sierra to teach me on the last tour, seems like a slightly useful skill to have. If I ever have a daughter, or just wanna annoy Luke and start braiding his hair.”
Your heart melted when he talked about maybe one day having a daughter, and the simple fact that he wanted to learn something that could come in handy for her one day. Once he finished the braid, he moved so that you could sit up on the couch; but instead of you laying your feet across his lap, he laid his head in your lap.
“I missed you this week,” He said softly, leaning over to grab the remote so he could search for Legally Blonde, “I was so busy and hardly got to talk to you. It was weird.”
“I missed you too. I could have texted you more probably, but I knew you were busy and didn’t wanna bug you,” You replied, beginning to run your fingers through his hair. “Your hair is so soft. Did you buy that conditioner I recommended?”
Ashton laughed at the added comment, nodding his head, “I did, yeah. Good to know it’s working.” He turned to look up at you, a small smile on his lips, and the TV giving you the softest glimpse of his hazel eyes, “You never bug me. I always wanna talk to you, okay?”
“Okay.”
With that, the rest of the movie night was spent tossing quotes from the movie back and forth, eventually you both passing out on the couch in the position you were sitting in.
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I also dont think ''madwheeler'' is a thing, sure mike and max are friends but saying they are besties...? it just doesnt make any sense bruh, thats something entirely fanon that fans came up with. max is my fav character but it is just getting kinda weird when people insist that mike and max are besties. they are party members and care for each other but being besties is entirely a different thing.
Okay so.. their friendship isn't entirely fanon. Not at all. The concept of them being "besties" is fanon.
I say they are besties as a joke, and I have a HC that they become besties when they're older.
If this is in response to this post, I clearly said they aren't besties, but they are friends.
Also, characters don't have to be besties to have a platonic ship name, that's just fandom culture. We just combine names. It's called having fun you should try it. (Sorry I'm tired)
Anway.
Some things I forgot to mention in that post that @madcleradin pointed out in her tags (which i cant believe I forgot them shame on me, thank you Sierra) are:
Max skating around Mike in the gym was literally one of the memories that saved her from Vecna, and Max wrote him a letter as well.
So I would even argue that is good canonical evidence to suggest that they are pretty close friends. Let's also not forget they've been in the same tight knit friend group for several years now and they're all trauma bonded.
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How to Care for Your Younger Sibling
Words: 856
Pairing: Johnny x Sierra (OC) (feat. Alex)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
January 3, 2021. 3:35PM
The first thing Johnny thought about as he approached the house was the loving kisses he’d receive from his wife and a huge smile on Alex’s face from giving hugs. As tired as he’d be from practice all day, seeing his family at the end of the day always gave him energy and strength. He appreciated the back massages from Sierra when he felt he did too much, and that’s probably what he needed before bed. Right after Alex begs him for a bedtime story.
“Bubba,” Sierra’s voice called for her son, “Daddy’s home.”
Johnny set his keys in the small porcelain dish before greeting her with a kiss.
“How was practice?” she asked him, her five month belly poking his abdomen.
“Fine,” he smiled as he took his jacket off and hung it in the coat closet. “Just went over choreography mostly, and Mark needed help with some rap writing. How are you feeling?”
Sierra shrugged. “Just did what I could as far as household chores go. I had a day off from work, so I was able to clean the house before picking up Alex from school.”
Johnny glanced at her swollen belly. “I swear, that gets bigger every time I get home.”
“That’s because there’th a baby in there, Dad,” a little toothless voice chimed in. Alex was jogging up to him with a smile on his face, two top incisors missing from it.
Kneeling down, Johnny opened his arms to hug his stepson. “How’s my little dude?” he greeted him as he picked him up.
“Good,” the five-year-old smiled. “Jaehwan let me pet hith puppy dog. It’th tho fluffy like a thnowball!”
Jaehwan was Alex’s best friend at school. His parents had both lived in Canada for awhile before moving back to Seoul, so Jaehwan could speak both English and Korean.
“You got to play with his puppy?” Johnny repeated as he carried Alex back to the living room couch.
“Jaehwan’s mommy picked him up from school and brought their maltese with her,” Sierra explained as she stepped back into the kitchen.
Johnny listened as Alex chatted away about his day at school: his friends teaching him a children’s song, them learning about new letters, and how a little girl shared her stuffed toy with him during playtime. Alex was adapting to his new school quickly. Of course, it was difficult at first because of the language barrier, but Johnny and Sierra were both patient as he learned to speak it little by little.
“Hey, Daddy?” he asked. “When are you going to teach me to care for baby brother?”
Alex had been begging to learn how to be a good big brother ever since he was getting a little brother in the spring. Sierra taught him how to be gentle when holding him by using a baby doll she had when she was little, and now it was Johnny’s turn to teach him something. But what?
“I’ll teach you right now,” Johnny smiled as he stood. “How about changing his diaper?”
“Yuck!” Alex grimaced, causing his mother to burst into laughter.
Johnny chuckled. “I figured you wouldn’t be a fan of that. How about feeding him?”
The five year old’s bright blue eyes lit up, and he nodded. “I’m gonna give him milk?”
“Right from the bottle.”
“Yay!”
“I’ll get the babydoll,” Sierra smiled as she headed towards the play room.
Alex followed Johnny to the kitchen and sat at his place at the table. Sierra came back into the kitchen with the doll in hand and a pretend baby bottle. Her little boy made grabby hands at the doll, and when Sierra handed it to him he immediately held it like a person would hold a baby.
Johnny took the bottle and explained “the importance of milk feeding etiquette.”
“Babies will eat all kinds of food as they grow,” he explained, “but when they’re so little, they like milk the best. Not just milk, but warm milk.”
“Why warm?” Alex asked.
Johnny wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to leave his young son answered.
“Warm milk tastes the best,” he said.
“Oh, okay.”
“Now, when you hold the bottle for him, hold it like this.” Johnny demonstrated how to do so while holding the doll’s hold.
Alex had the biggest smile on his face while pretending to feed the doll, and Johnny could tell he was going to be the best big brother.
“When ith baby coming?” the five your old asked.
“In the spring,” his mother answered as she began to prepare dinner. “It’s still winter right now, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s too cold and still snowing,” Johnny replied.
“Why?”
“Because when it’s reeeaaaalllllllyyyyyyy cold,” Johnny was using motions at this point to get a laugh out of Alex, “the rain up in the clouds become so stiff and frozen that they fall and make snow.”
“When will it be thpring?” Alex was bouncing in his seat in excitement.
“When the snow melts and all the pretty flowers bloom. Then, baby brother will come.”
“Yay!” The doll dropped to the floor as Alex cheered.
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Okay so! What if she and cal have been dating for awhile but the topic of kids never came up somehow and then she sees him with some kids in like an album release party and how good he is with them and he doesn't think much of it until they're home and she's distant a lil before she blurts out of nowhere that she doesnt wanna have kids maybe calum let go of it for awhile before realizing with her that she's just scared of being a mom but he knows she'll be so amazing 🥺🥺🥺
They’d be a power duo. 💕💕💞💞 Happy reading!! 🥰🥰🥰
You stood in front of the floor length mirror, turning slightly to each side to make sure your dress looked okay. Even though you had been with Calum for a few years now, this was the first album release party you were attending. Earlier in the week you had asked him what you should wear, but he gave you little advice. When you had asked Sierra what she would wear, she went on a long tangent about designer brands you just weren’t into. So, you settled with silky black dress that touched the floor and had an open back and spaghetti straps. Something you had found at a little shop and didn’t cost an arm and a leg.
There was a knock on the door before Calum cracked it open and peaked his head inside. You turned around as his eyes widened, and so did his smile. He stepped his way into the room and he let out a breath, obviously lost for words. “You look amazing,” he finally managed to get out, his cheeks flushing.
Your cheeks heated up and you tucked your hair behind your ear. He was dressed up in a pair of slacks, a black button up shirt, and a sequined over coat. His hair styled up and out of his face. “You look amazing too,” you told him, causing him to look down at himself and smile. When he looked back at you, you looked down at yourself and held the fabric of the dress around your thighs in your hands. “You don’t think I look,” you paused, trying to think of the right word. “Cheap?” You cringed, it wasn’t the right word, but it’s how you felt.
Calum pulled his eyebrows together and stepped towards you, placing his hands on your hips. “No, I think you look like a million bucks.” His fingers dug a little harder into your hips as he pulled you against him. You smiled, and he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your nose. “Don’t want to mess up your lipstick, it looks great.”
You sighed and laughed, “I’m so glad you noticed, I literally spent ten minutes making sure the lines were straight and even. I do not know how girls can just slap it on and look immaculate!” He knew your love-hate relationship with lipstick, so he laughed and pulled you in for a hug, careful not to mess up any of your other make-up.
Although Calum had warned you about how many people were going to be at the party, you still felt completely intimidated by the amount of people that were crammed into the rented-out ballroom. Your hand that was locked with Calum’s tightened and you reached across to pull yourself into his arm. He squeezed your hand back, telling you that everything was going to be fine. Ahead of you, Calum caught sight of the rest of the guys and their dates, so Calum squeezed your hand and started his way through the crowd. On the way, he greeted everyone who greeted him. You knew it was his job, but all you wanted was to be encompassed by the group of people you felt comfortable with. After being introduced to about fifty people you were sure you’d never see again, you finally made it to your group and you wrapped your arms around Sierra, exhaling out of relief. “How do you deal with the people?” You asked, your arms still wrapped around her.
She chuckled and shook you in a comforting way, “You get used to it.” She laughed again as you let go of her, placing yourself against Calum’s side, finding your sense of comfort again.
Once Calum was pulled away for the thousandth time, you held onto Sierra. Since the first time you and Sierra met, she knew that you didn’t handle crowds very well, and being that she was basically your closest friend, she always was there to comfort you. She held onto you in an assuring way as you looked off to the right to see if you could spot Calum. You scanned the room until you saw him playing with kids. You’d seen the little ones a few times before when you dropped by the studio to surprise Calum. Even though you’d seen them before, you still weren’t exactly sure who’s kids they were.
You lifted your head off Sierra’s shoulder and watched Calum play with the kids. He was always great with kids, and you knew how badly he wanted to be a father. A thought passed through your mind and your eyebrows pulled together. The only reason you knew he wanted to be a father was from other people talking about it, he had never actually talked to you about it. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t talked to you about kids, because honestly the idea of having kids was absolutely terrifying. Calum caught your gaze and smiled at you and waved. You shook the thoughts from your head and waved back, letting him know everything was fine.
The thought never left your mind, though, which made the car ride home a bit awkward. “Are you okay?” He asked, breaking the dead silence. You nodded and played it off as being tired since it was just before three in the morning. When Calum pulled into the driveway, you didn’t wait for him. Instead, you immediately hopped out of the car and walked inside. Calum followed you, utterly confused about what was wrong. “You’re giving me the cold shoulder, are you sure you’re okay?” He tried one more time as he closed the bedroom door.
“Yeah,” you said simply as you headed into the bathroom to take your dress off and get ready for bed. After you washed your face and changed into pajamas, you came out of the bathroom, only to find Calum sitting on the bed, his knees pulled to his chest and his arms resting on his knees. “Everything alright?” You stepped towards the bed and pulled the covers back.
Calum nodded, “Just worries about you. Was tonight too much? I know you don’t handle crowds very well, and I kept getting pulled away. You’re my girlfriend, and I should be there for you, and I wasn’t. I feel like I betrayed you, I guess.” He kept going, blaming himself for you not having a good night.
Your head was swimming, so you finally blurted it out, “Calum, I don’t want kids.” Calum stopped and pulled his eyebrows together. He was silent and with each passing silent second, you grew more and more nervous.
He finally cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay, I don’t know where this is coming from, but okay.” He smiled and reached over and grabbed your hand, putting each of your fingers to his lips. You smiled at him, and suddenly felt like crying knowing that he still loved you even though you knew how badly he wanted kids.
At first, you thought everything between you and Calum were fine, but after a few weeks of him being cold to you, you started to second guess everything. It was when you were eating dinner and he avoided all eye contact that you finally broke. You dropped your fork to you plate, causing a loud clank and you dropped your hands on the table. Calum finally looked at you. “What did I do?” The tears filled your eyes.
Just as if he broke at the same time, he dropped his fork and sat back in his mouth chair. “Why don’t you want to have kids?” The tears filled his eyes.
Your throat worked as you thought about the right words. As you blinked, a few tears fell from your eyes. You immediately wiped them away and looked away from Calum. “Because I’m afraid I’ll be a shit mom.” You mumbled just barely above a whisper.
Calum’s eyebrows stitched together. “You don’t want kids because you’re afraid you’re not going to be a good mom?” He drew out the question as if he really couldn’t understand what you said. You looked over at him and nodded once. Without much warning, Calum pushed his chair back, causing you to jump. Thinking he was going to completely walk away, you were utterly surprised to watch him walk around the table and squat next to you. He placed one hand on the back of your chair and the other on your thigh. His eyes stared into yours, making you want to cry. You inhaled to hold it back as he started to speak. “You are going to be a great mom. Maybe you don’t think you will be, but I know you will be. It’s not like I want kids tomorrow, I’m not ready if you’re not ready. You are going to be the most amazing mom, and I will always be there to tell you that.” He lifted his hand off the back of the chair and cupped your cheek, using his thumb to wipe a tear you didn’t know had fell. “I love you.” He said, causing the tears to finally fall.
He stood up and pulled you into his chest and you tightly wrapped your arms around his torso. As you cried into his chest, you mumbled “I love you too,” as he bent down and kissed the top of your head.
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for the prompts, can I get “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.” with luke, pretty please?? tomorrow or next week is fine
Hi Shelbi! Thanks so much for this request, hope you enjoy this lil blurb xo
(and by lil I mean 1.6k words but I got carried away as per usual. anyway, enjoy some soft Luke weekend away in a cabin-based friends to lovers!)
(This is a fem reader insert blurb)
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This weekend trip away to the lake with your close friend group had been in the works for months. The date had finally arrived, and all week your group chat had been buzzing with notifications from people talking about the fun supplies they’d bought, or screenshots of the excellent weather forecast, or memes about bears (that, to be honest, made you a little nervous).
Luke had offered you a carpool spot in his car, along with Michael and Crystal, which you gladly accepted. Originally the idea of camping in tents had been floated, but you were definitely thankful when instead Crystal found an incredible cabin on Air BnB that had more than enough room for all of you, plus private lake access and heaps of nature trails and other activities nearby.
When you showed up at Luke’s, overnight bag in tow, you suddenly felt super nervous. These were all your best friends that you’d known for years, and it definitely wasn’t your first trip away together as a group, but lately things between you and Luke had been… different, somehow.
He’d always been a great friend to you, making sure you had a ride home after a night out, or buying your favourite snacks whenever he hosted an event at his house, or inviting you on walks with Petunia because he remembered you had a dog similar to her growing up and it helped with your homesickness. But lately, you found yourself thinking of him more often than not. In those moments where you’d slip into a daydream about your future, and envisaged travelling the world, or walking down the aisle, or settling down into a house with little ones of your own one day, the only person you could see by your side in those daydreams was Luke. But then reality would set in, and you’d have to remind yourself that he’d never really shown any interest in you beyond friendship, so you couldn’t get your hopes up too high.
Michael and Crystal were already there when you arrived, so you helped pack the remaining supplies into Luke’s car and got on the road as soon as you could. The lake was about a four hour drive away and you’d agreed to share the driving, so you all rotated through various seats in the car. For the final hour of the journey, sunset had passed and you were driving through darkness as you made your way through the wooded area leading towards the lake. Michael had offered to drive the final shift, and Luke sat next to him in the front passenger seat, leaving you and Crystal in the back. You’d both assured the boys that you’d keep them company, and you wouldn’t dare fall asleep, but the steady rhythm of the car quickly lulled you into sleep.
You couldn’t have been out for more than 20 minutes or so when you silently stirred and blinked furiously to try and wake yourself up more quickly. You were about to make a joke to Luke and Michael about definitely not falling asleep, when your ears picked up on them having a murmured conversation amongst themselves up the front.
“I’m so in love with her, Mike. I don’t know what to do.” Luke sounded exasperated, and you saw him run a hand through his mop of curls – a clear sign he was feeling anxious.
“Mate, I’m telling you, there is a solid 95% chance that the feeling is mutual. I see the way her face lit up when you offered her a lift to the cabin, or when you invite her on walks with Petunia, or when you have her favourite snacks at your house parties. I would bet a solid amount that she’s in the exact same boat as you.” Michael was trying to be patient and kind, but you could tell from his tone that he was a little amused by Luke’s predicament.
You froze when you realised they were talking about you. No. Surely not? Luke… Luke didn’t have feelings for you, did he? He couldn’t be IN LOVE with you? Plain, boring old you? Was this a dream? It has to be a dream. You pinched yourself, hard, and let out a small gasp at the pain before you could realise what you’d done. Luke’s head whipped around to the back seat, and you made eye contact.
“H-hey, sweetheart. How long have you been awake?” He asked, his tone wobbly and unsure.
“Oh, literally just woke up a second ago. Must’ve moved around in my sleep and bumped my elbow too hard, that’s why I gasped. Sorry if I gave you a fright!” You were desperately trying to sound as normal as possible.
Luke’s face visibly relaxed, and you knew you’d sold the lie well enough. Your heart was still pounding over what he said, but in this car right now was not the time to address it. You could see Michael eyeing you curiously in the rear-view mirror, almost like he didn’t believe a word of your elbow bump story, but you just flashed him a smile and focused your gaze out the window, even though you could barely see a thing in the darkness of night.
When you arrived at the cabin, the others in the group had beaten you there, and already started claiming bedrooms and stocking the kitchen, and they’d even used the outdoor grill for dinner which gave the area a delicious aroma. Stepping out of the car, you gave your arms a nice big stretch and took a deep breath in and out. You’d lived in a more rural area growing up, and being near the trees and the water really made you feel more at home.
Before you could protest, Luke was carrying your bag inside as well as his own, and you scurried along to claim a bedroom before they were all gone. You settled for a small bedroom that was more like a nook just off the kitchen, but it had a nice big window that you thought would give wonderful sunrise views of the lake when you woke up the next day, so its size and the single bed didn’t bother you.
After a welcome night cap and a brief discussion of plans for tomorrow (Calum offered to cook breakfast, Ashton was coordinating yoga down on the lake’s shore, Crystal and Sierra had mapped out some easy hikes, and Michael and Luke had organised boat hire and tubing), you all adjourned to your own rooms for some sleep. You’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, replaying Luke’s words that you overhead in the car in your head, when you heard someone step into the kitchen and open the fridge. You’d left your bedroom door slightly ajar because it was kind of warm in the cabin, so you were able to crawl up the bed and squint out into the kitchen to see who was on the hunt for a midnight snack. Even without your glasses on, you could tell the blurry, broad-shouldered, white-singlet clad kitchen intruder was Luke from a mile away.
You didn’t want to startle him, but you weren’t sure how many other chances you’d get this weekend to talk to him entirely alone. You pulled a sweater over your head, located your glasses and slowly shuffled over to the doorway.
“Hey, kitchen intruder. What’s on for midnight snack?” Your voice was soft, but Luke still jumped a mile and clutched at his chest, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you. To be fair, hearing the fridge open metres away from me unexpectedly was a bit of a heart stopper too, pal.” You teased, crossing across the kitchen to lean up against the counter next to where Luke was making a nutella sandwich.
“I guess that makes us even then, sweetheart.” Luke shot you a wink, and you felt your heart leap in your chest.
“Gonna make one for me too, or what?” You said, making grabby hands at Luke’s sandwich.
“Well considering you asked SO nicely…” Luke stuck his tongue out at you, but pulled out more slices of bread onto the cutting board and started making you a sandwich anyway.
You paused for a moment, and took Luke in. Even in the middle of the night, after a long and tiring drive, he still looked so damn good. And he was making you a chocolate-y snack. What a dream. A dream, that if you just took a little leap of faith, could maybe be part of your reality.
“Hey, Luke?” You half-whispered, almost not wanting him to hear you. His head perked up immediately, sparkling blue eyes meeting yours with a curious look.
“Yeah?” He half-whispered back.
“I know what you should do.” You spoke louder and more purposefully this time, the adrenaline taking over as you angled your body towards Luke’s.
“About what?” Luke countered, not moving an inch as you got a little closer.
“About the girl you’re in love with.”
Luke froze, dropping the butter knife covered in nutella onto the kitchen counter with a loud clang. He swallowed audibly, before fixing you with a look that you couldn’t quite read.
“Oh yeah? What should I do, do you reckon?” The mystery stare was gone, and the familiar mischievous glint you loved to see in Luke’s eyes replaced it, as he moved in and closed the gap between you, bringing you chest to chest.
“I think you should tell her. Mike gives good advice, there’s a pretty good chance she feels the same.” You could feel yourself smiling uncontrollably, as you glanced up and realised how close Luke’s face was to yours.
“I guess I’ll take my chances, then.”
Before you could respond, Luke cupped your face with both hands and kissed you, hard. You felt like your skin was on fire, and your heart was about to burst out of your chest, but kissing Luke also felt like coming home and finding everything you’d ever hoped and waited for.
The nutella sandwiches could wait. You had some making up for lost time to do first.
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look how long this love can hold its breath
king falls am word count: 5841 title borrowed from your love finds its way back by sierra demulder
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The Sammy in this hospital room is a gentle creature. All his sharp edges are worn down. He sits beside the bed and holds Jack’s hand, and even though his clothes are torn and his hair is tangled and his face is gray with exhaustion, he doesn’t let go.
Five years, Lily had said. Five years.
And Sammy is here, not letting go.
The last time they spoke, Jack vacant and hurtful, Sammy with tears in his eyes, doubles as Jack’s last working memory of life before the dark. His stomach churns with nausea, remembering now what the shadows hadn’t let him see before: Sammy, struggling to help this new version of his fiance that didn’t want his interference, with no one to call for support because they didn’t have any family they were on speaking terms with or close friends they could trust, reaching out and reaching out and reaching out to Jack only to be turned away each time.
“Sammy,” Jack says. It comes out hoarse, as though he’s been screaming. “I’m so sorry.”
Sammy reaches over with his unoccupied hand, smoothing his thumb against the crease in Jack’s brow. He used to do that all the time, when Jack was doing their taxes or fixing a last-minute scheduling error, easing the frustrated lines of him soft again with a simple touch. Jack’s eyes go hot with tears.
“Don’t do that,” Sammy says quietly. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”
He looks like he means it. Jack can’t make sense of that. It’s too good to be true. The whole tableau feels inches away from tipping over into uncanny valley, too much like a dream to be real life.
But before doubt can rear its head, Jack makes himself breathe.
Stop, he thinks fiercely, with all the strength he has left, the not-inconsiderable presence of mind that kept him sane in the Void. Be here.
Sammy is holding his hand, the cool band of his engagement ring glinting under the fluorescent light. Lily is heavy in her sleep and one of her earrings is digging into Jack’s shoulder through the hospital gown. In the chair behind her is a young woman Jack doesn’t know, talking in soft undertones to the town sheriff, who’s crouched beside her chair with his hat in his hands. There’s a curly-haired man propped against Sammy’s shoulder in much the same way Lily is propped against Jack’s, fighting sleep with every slow blink. The three of them are as dirty and disheveled as Sammy is. They all look as though they’ve been through hell and back.
Jack takes it all in; the presence of his family, the company of a few trusted strangers, the steady beep of the heart-rate monitor, the ambient smell of medicine and disinfectant.
It isn’t the Void. He doesn’t think it’s a dream. Strange and bright and not entirely familiar, but real all the same.
He squeezes Sammy’s hand and resolves to follow his example. Jack isn’t letting go this time, either.
Be here for him.
#
Home is a small two-bedroom apartment on the second floor of a faded brick complex, and it’s where Jack goes when he’s finally discharged from the hospital.
The main living area is a total disarray of unfolded maps and loose leafs of paper and takeout containers, but no one seems to spare the mess any mind on their way through. Emily leads the way down the hall and pushes open one of the bedroom doors. Lily and Sammy deposit Jack on a bed dressed in a rich red comforter. Ben wrings his hands in the doorway and makes noises about ordering pizza for lunch.
“Get over here where you belong, Benny,” Emily says, not unkindly. Ben needs no further encouragement, crossing the room at a sprint and then slowing down dramatically to pick his way gingerly onto the bed, as close to Sammy as he can get. “I think we’ve had enough pizza to last us a calendar year. I’ll call Mary. She said she wanted to bring us lunch.”
Sammy lifts his head. He’s pale and gaunt and the most heartbreakingly beautiful thing in the goddamn world. Jack can’t help but stare at him, even though it makes Lily roll her eyes and mutter something that sounds like ‘some things never change.’
“Her famous ham and biscuit casserole?” Sammy asks with more than a little hope.
Emily tugs at Sammy’s loose ponytail playfully. “It’s only famous because you talk about it on the show every night.”
“Avoiding the question,” Ben interjects.
“You hush.” She leans over to kiss him on the cheek, then Sammy, then Lily in quick succession. She pauses at Jack, absorbs the probably-bewildered look on his face, and settles for squeezing his hand warmly. “Get settled. I’ll call her. And make the apartment look habitable before she gets here, I suppose.”
“I’ll help,” Lily says, pushing herself off the crowded bed. “Might as well. I gotta make a call, too. I’ve kind of been putting it off. Mom is not going to believe this.”
She wraps an arm around Jack’s shoulders and squeezes him hard. Sammy gets the same treatment, though it manages to look antagonistic, since it’s them. Ben gets an affectionate shove. And then the girls move into the main room together, talking quietly as they close the door behind them.
“Can I be real for a second?” Ben says, all wide, guileless eyes. “Just totally off-the-record real?”
Sammy sighs. Jack may be out of practice, but he thinks he can still read Sammy pretty well, and this put-upon thing he’s trying to do with his expression doesn’t fool him for a second.
“It's probably pointless to tell you ‘no’. It has been every other time.”
“Dude,” says Ben, visibly not playing along. “You need to sleep.”
Worry clenches like a fist in the pit of Jack’s stomach. He thinks back on the almost-week he lived in the hospital and can’t seem to come up with even one vague recollection of Sammy so much as dozing off beside Jack’s bed.
Jack disappeared on him once. The idea that it could happen again must be a source of terror, even here, in this cozy room filled with golden afternoon sunlight. Sammy’s mind has always been something of a bear trap, liable to spring on him at any moment. His anxiety can’t have gotten any better after all of this.
“Sammy,” Jack says, gripping his arm. “Didn’t I see the sheriff cut you off from coffee yesterday? Don’t you think that’s a sign?”
“That was just Troy,” Sammy says, all but waving it off. “He worries.”
“He cares,” Ben contests hotly. “I’ll call him and make him make it illegal for you to get less than eight hours of sleep a night, and he’d do it. You know he would. At the very least he’d come over and make disappointed faces at you, which is practically the same thing.”
Jack likes Ben. He likes how clearly Ben telegraphs his love. It’s so loud and obvious that even someone like Sammy must be able to see it. Jack spares himself a moment of breathless gratitude that Ben is here.
“Illegal, Sammy,” Jack reiterates.
“Wow, it’s been, like, five minutes and you two are already tag-teaming me. Fantastic.”
But his eyes are shining, like he might cry, and his smile more than makes up for the tired shadows left on his face. He looks so happy to be here, to exist in this moment, between the two of them, beneath their hands.
“How about a quick nap before lunch?” Jack suggests. “I’m sure Lily will wake us up for food. She’s always had a gentle touch.”
Sammy laughs like it was startled out of him. Ben grins at Jack over Sammy’s shoulder, a grin that makes Jack think Ben likes him, too.
And maybe Jack ought to be surprised that Ben lays down to nap with them, that Sammy’s arm curls snug around Ben’s back to keep him from falling off the edge of the bed, but he isn’t. He reaches over Sammy to make sure the comforter is covering Ben, too, as easily as if he’s done it a hundred times. Sammy catches Jack’s hand when he’s done, folds it against his chest, and looks at him with love.
“Thank you,” he says. He means thank you for the blanket. He means thank you for a lot more than that.
Five years, Jack thinks. That’s a lot of time to make up for. This is a good place to start.
Jack leans in to kiss him.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he says softly. Sammy melts. Ben squirms with happiness, aglow at their affection. “We’ll be right here.”
Jack doesn’t sleep. He feels as though he’s slept enough for three lifetimes. He lays awake, instead, watching Sammy finally give into exhaustion, his cheek pressed against Jack’s shoulder, Ben’s head tucked under his chin. Emily peeks in some time later and smiles when she sees them. She doesn’t look surprised, either.
“Lunch is in an hour,” she whispers. “Do you need anything?”
“No,” Jack whispers back, his heart clenching at the truth of it. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”
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There are a lot things Jack is struggling to wrap his mind around—King Falls is everything he had hoped it would be, a paranormal hotspot where UFO abductions, ghosts and lake monsters are the norm—but somehow it’s the comparatively mundane that trips him up the most.
Back in LA, Jack and Sammy weren’t exactly a part of a community. They got along with the guys at the station as well as they had to. They chatted in the break room, and went out for drinks when they didn’t have a decent excuse at hand to get themselves out of it, but generally they were happy just to go home. Call it an early night and shed their work personas at the door and make dinner together, touching casually and kissing often, to make up for all the opportunities they missed throughout the day.
But Sammy is a fixture in King Falls. His finger is on the pulse of this town, he and Ben heavily involved in community affairs and local politics. Their early morning talk show is a staple, and one of the first sources the people turn to for by-the-second news and honest reporting, or even just for friendly conversation on those nights when sleep isn’t forthcoming.
Before the shadows took him, Jack’s interest in the scenic mountain town was all his own; enthusiastic, kind of goofy, liable to make Sammy roll his eyes. It’s kind of ironic that while he never had any desire to visit this town, he’s the one who ended up carving a place for himself here.
More than anything, it’s a relief.
“I’m just glad to hear it,” Jack confides in Lily. “That he’s okay, you know?”
Lily’s face does something complicated, her mouth twisting into a frown.
“He wasn’t, really. He is now, but he wasn’t, Jack. Neither of us were. There’s a reason Arnold moved Sammy into his apartment. There’s a reason I'd camp on their couch now and then.”
Jack has no idea what his face must look like, but it causes Lily to set her cup down and reach for his arm.
“Hey,” she says sternly. “It’s fine now. Sammy almost did something really fucking stupid, and maybe if he’d been alone for the last five years, he would have. But he didn’t. He wasn’t. He’s got a lot of people here who love him an insane amount, and… and so do I.”
This is remarkably open for his sister, who has always played her cards close to her chest. It’s how Jack can tell she means it. It’s how he knows how badly he fucked up by being gone.
Lily wasn’t a part of his life at the time he fell into the Void, but Sammy was. Sammy made his home with Jack. They made each other so many promises and Jack managed to break every one.
“Hey,” Lily snaps. “Don’t freak out. It wasn’t your fault, and it’s over. You’re here now. So be here.”
A knock on the doorway into the living room startles Jack into looking up. Ben grins at him, wearing Emily’s yellow hoodie and one of Sammy’s overly large knit hats. He looks ridiculous, and Jack’s first impulse is one of immediate, unrelenting fondness.
“If this is a conversation about how much you love each other, or how much you love me, then take your time,” Ben says glibly. “If not, then we’re going shopping. Our fridge is totally empty and I’m not okay with it. You guys, it’s been like a week since Sammy’s made overnight oats. It’s— we can’t live like this anymore. Don’t tell him I said this, but I’m at the point where I’d do things I’m not proud of for his zucchini lasagna, and I don’t even like zucchini.”
Lily snorts, letting go of Jack. “You don’t like anything that’s good for you. That’s why you’re four feet tall.”
“A short joke,” Ben gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. “It’s been, like, six minutes since the last one. I was getting really worried.”
“Get the hell out, Arnold. And buy some more of those frozen pancakes.”
“Hah, as if. We’re talking fresh produce and that shaved deli meat you have to get at the counter, and, like, I don’t know, almond milk.” Ben bounces on the balls of his feet, thrumming with energy. “Jack in the Box Jesus, I’ve never been this excited about almond milk. Coming, Jack?”
It’s absolutely unsurprising that Sammy is the one who does the bulk of the cooking, because that’s kind of always been his love language. Just because Jack has missed out on the last five years doesn’t mean they haven’t happened for everyone else.
A little bittersweet, but also something of a relief: Sammy still makes overnight oats, probably in those little mason jars that are such a pain to get clean. The life Jack is coming back to isn’t so different from the one he was taken from.
“Yeah, I’ll come along,” Jack says, pushing himself out of his chair. He can’t help ruffling Ben’s perpetually-ruffled hair as they collect Sammy from the living room. There’s a lot he has to be grateful for; a lot of people he has to thank.
Since the girls did the cleaning, they gleefully wash their hands of the shopping. Lily promises to keep Emily company, with a kissy face that makes Ben’s face flush with rage that’s probably only partly a joke, and Sammy steers him out the door with the evident prowess of someone who’s been on the job for years.
It’s late when they finally head out. Sammy and Ben are used to keeping odd hours because of the show, and Jack’s sleeping schedule is all kinds of messed up these days. Sammy smiles at Jack as they fall into step down the sidewalk and reaches for his hand, threading their fingers together as easy as breathing.
They walk all five blocks like that, like there’s nothing to hide. Jack’s heart pounds the whole time.
The supermarket is well-lit, a beacon in the fading orange dusk. The sheriff’s pickup truck is in the parking lot and they run into him in the freezer aisle. Troy is broad-shouldered and barrel-chested but his face is absurdly kind. When he sees the three of them, he breaks into a grin.
“Well, shoot!” He sets his basket down and hurries over, clapping Jack on the shoulder as warmly as if they’ve been friends all their lives. “It’s a pleasure to see you out and about, Jack! How you feelin’?”
“Better every day,” Jack says honestly, smiling back at Troy like a knee-jerk reaction. “Thanks for everything, man.”
Troy stopped in at the hospital every day, on his way to work or on his way home. He’d usually come bearing food; a bag of burgers, or deli sandwiches, or takeout from the only Chinese place on the edge of town. All their usual orders, and usually something for Jack, too, if the nurses let him get away with it. It’s obvious that he’s one of those people Lily mentioned; one of the ones who have been here for Sammy when he… wasn’t okay.
Troy moves on to haul Sammy and Ben into a playful embrace at the same time, one in each arm. They’re totally blocking the aisle but it’s late enough that they’re practically the only ones in the store.
“Now, what’s this I hear about you not sleepin’, Sammy Stevens?” Troy asks sternly once he’s released them both.
Sammy turns on his heel to glare daggers at Ben, who suddenly decides the frozen broccoli is the most interesting thing in the store.
“Hey now, don’t you go lookin’ at him like that. I asked Ben to keep me in the know. Lord knows you take a lot of looking after.”
“I’m fine, Troy,” Sammy says in the tone of someone who has said it a thousand times. “It’s just been a rough few weeks.”
“A rough few years,” Jack interjects, not unkindly.
He wants to take Sammy’s hand again, but he’s abruptly, irrationally afraid to. Jack has spent the majority of his life in the closet, and just because people in this town know him as Sammy’s missing fiance doesn’t mean he’s mentally overcome that fear of being found out.
Jack wonders how Sammy did it. He makes a mental note to ask.
For now, he reminds himself of Troy’s kindness and the role he played in bringing Jack out of the dark, he reminds himself of Ben’s easy love and immediate acceptance, he reminds himself of the five years he missed out on, and it’s enough. For now, it’s enough.
He takes Sammy’s hand. Sammy looks like he knows at least half of how hard it was, and the stubborn lines of his body relent.
“Ugh,” he mutters, squeezing Jack’s fingers. “Everyone’s ganging up on me again. This is gonna get old.”
“Sure, in about a billion years,” Ben says cheerfully.
They all do the rest of their shopping together, and Sammy only lets go of Jack’s hand for a few minutes at a time, to pick through tomatoes and heads of lettuce and all the other things he’s particular about. Everything else is Ben’s job.
When they’ve finished at the self-checkout, Ben says, “Troy, you wanna come over for dinner?”
“Nah, I gotta get home to the missus,” Troy tells them. “But we’re meeting up at Ron’s on Saturday for a barbecue, and y’all are gonna be there if I gotta pick you up myself. Now, do you boys want a ride home? You got enough grub there to feed an army.”
They pile their groceries into the bed of the pickup, and Ben calls shotgun, clambering into the front passenger seat of the double cab. Sammy rolls his eyes so hard Jack is distantly worried he’s going to sprain something, and climbs into the back passenger seat behind him.
Troy stops Jack from following with a gentle hand on his elbow.
“I just wanted to say something,” he says, his voice gentling so they’re not overheard. “I know this has been a big ol’ mess, and I’m sorry about the particulars of why you came to be here, and I know there’s a lot you’ve gotta get yourself used to before you can start thinking of calling King Falls home. But…” Troy rubs the back of his head, looking as though he’s worried about picking out the right words, for all that he’s utterly sincere. “We all think of Sammy as one of our own, y’know? And now that you’re here, you’re one of ours, too. If there’s ever anything you need, or someone you need to talk to ‘bout something you can’t bring to your family for whatever reason, you come right to me, and I’ll do my best to make it right. That boy loves you somethin’ awful, and it ‘bout killed me to find out how badly he’s been hurtin’ without you. I don’t want him, or you, to hurt like that again. There, I said my piece.”
Jack blinks rapidly, dimly aware of the tears in his eyes. That’s probably the kindest thing anyone has ever said to him, and for no other reason than they wanted to. Troy shuffles his feet and looks like he’s only barely not reacting to Jack’s tears, and Jack has a pretty good idea what that reaction is shaping up to be.
Jack wipes his eyes on his sleeve, and makes a vague gesture with his other hand. Troy says, “Aw, hell,” and hugs him.
“I hope them are happy tears,” the sheriff adds, sounding a little choked up himself.
“Yeah,” Jack muffles against his jacket. “Sorry. Thank you. For everything. For Sammy, and for—for everything.”
It’s hardly enough, but for now, it’s all Jack can do.
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On Saturday evening, they head out for a barbecue and end up at the Bait & Tackle shop down by the lake. Jack is confused up until he climbs out of the car, and sees the picnic tables all dressed up, and the busy grill roasting burgers and brats, and the mountain of a man in cut-off shorts who comes bearing down upon them the second they arrive.
Sammy squawks as Ron Begley sweeps him into a crushing embrace, and Jack thinks, Ah.
“It’s about damn time you come see me,” Ron says. “Ben, get your ass over here.”
Ben submits to his hug willingly, and when it’s Emily’s turn she leans up to kiss Ron on the cheek. Jack steps forward because Ron looks willing to drag him in by the collar if he doesn’t, and Ron tugs him into a one-armed hug that feels much gentler than Sammy’s had looked. Lily dodges the whole scene with a jaunty salute and follows the smell of the food toward the picnic tables.
“Troy told me he already said most of what we’re feelin’,” Ron says gruffly. “But I’m gonna second it. This boy of yours has never done anything but stick his neck out for the rest of us, even when he was hurtin’ so hard he didn’t know up from down, and I’ll be damned if I don’t return the favor.”
“Ron,” Sammy interjects, coloring.
“You hush or I’ll make you go out on a boat to feed Kingsie her lunch,” Ron says shortly. “I’ve been waitin’ to meet Jack for ages and I got plenty of things to say.”
“Can’t it wait till after supper, Ron?” Emily asks politely, her low, sweet voice a weapon she’s happy to wield for her friends at the drop of a hat. “We haven’t eaten all day to save room.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Ron doesn’t look fooled in the slightest, but he waves them on with a pointed look at Jack that promises a conversation later. Jack finds himself looking forward to it.
The next time they’re accosted it’s by an old man named Herschel, who blusters and cusses and does a lot of complaining about the general state of things, but somehow in the midst of all that he manages to get the point across that Sammy and Ben are ‘his boys’ and he’s happy that Jack has returned.
Two young kids run ahead of Mary and Tim Jensen, attaching themselves to Sammy at the waist and talking over one another, only peeling away when they spot Ben standing behind him. Emily explains quietly that Sammy and Ben did a lot of babysitting for Mary after Tim was taken by the rainbow lights, on top of everything else they did.
Mary pats Jack on the cheek with one weathered hand, someone who understands how hard it is to lose the love of your life into thin air, and kindly doesn’t say anything that would make Jack cry in front of everyone. Sammy returns her casserole dish, waxing poetic about that ham bake she brought over earlier in the week as he does, and instigates this hug himself.
Troy and his wife Loretta wave Jack over to their table, and he goes gladly, relieved to see a familiar face in this crowd of well-meaning strangers.
“They mean well, but we’re all so excited to finally meet you they can't help but turn into a mob,” Loretta says apologetically. She holds up a can of beer in one hand and a can of lemonade in the other, both beading with condensation from their time in a drink cooler at her feet, and Jack takes the lemonade. “You just wait until everyone’s stuffing their faces, and talk will turn to somethin’ else.”
She’s right. Once all the food has been brought over on big serving trays and everyone is sitting in front of heaping paper plates, Herschel says, “When are you two gonna start up your racket on the radio again?”
“Soon, probably,” Ben says easily enough, leaning bodily over Emily to steal a pickle off of Sammy’s plate. “Sammy still has separation anxiety, so Jack’ll probably have to camp out in the studio with us.”
Sammy flips him off, and Emily says, “As if you weren’t the exact same way with me, Benny.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Jack interjects. “I love radio work.”
“That’s right, you produced Sammy’s show back in LA,” Troy says. “I’ll bet you miss it, huh? You know, there’s bound to be some work for you at the station if you want it.”
At the mention of LA, Jack thinks of something he’s been meaning to ask about.
On the way home, he says, “Whatever happened to our house?”
The car goes quiet. Emily darts a glance at the two of them in the rearview mirror; Ben turns fully around in his seat. Sammy looks a little thrown by the question, and more than a little uncomfortable.
“Your house? In California?” Ben asks.
“It’s still there,” Sammy says. “It didn’t go anywhere. Most of our stuff is in storage, though.” As if sensing imaginary judgement from his friends, Sammy’s shoulders hunch and he goes on, “What was I supposed to do? Sell it? I—we—still have a mortgage.”
“You’ve kept it all this time?” Jack asks. He’s not sure what he’s feeling. “Did you want to go back there someday?”
Ben’s grip on his seat goes white-knuckled. Emily turns the radio down. Lily got a ride home with Katie, which turned out to be a fortunate thing, or this conversation might have gone even worse.
Sammy says, “I want—” and falters. He seems to have to muster his courage, as if being honest with his wants in front of the three people who love him most in the world is a feat of strength and daring. “I want to stay in King Falls.”
It almost sounds like an apology. He looks sidelong at Jack, as if he’s sorry they ended up here, even though it’s Jack who started them down this road in the first place.
“There are people here I’d be totally lost without,” he goes on. “And I—and Ben is my—there’s not a good word for what Ben is to me. I don’t want to go anywhere without him.”
Jack’s heart is up in his throat. He turns Sammy’s face towards his, stroking his jawline with the pad of his thumb. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. If this is where you belong, then it’s where I belong, too. No questions asked.” He waits until the tension has bled from Sammy’s spine, until the lines of stress are gone from his face, to add, “I got to feed a lake monster today. That changes a man.”
Ben laughs, loud and bright. Sammy reacts predictably. “You went out on a boat with Ron and dumped some dog food into the water. At best you fed a bunch of opportunistic trout.”
“I’m just saying, I’m completely sold on King Falls,” Jack tells him with a grin. “Even if meeting all your friends didn’t do the trick, Kingsie would have.”
Later, Jack will ask why Sammy kept the house if it wasn’t for a place they could someday return to.
Sammy will go quiet for a few minutes, eyes focused on something he’s not really seeing. He’ll be twisting his engagement ring around on his finger. He’ll finally admit that both of their names were on the house. When he got a letter in the mail from the bank, it was a little reminder that Jack had been real. Their life together had been real. The house was proof of what Sammy used to have, and he didn’t want to give it up.
He needed the reminders, he’ll say. He wasn’t okay.
The bedroom is quiet and dark, but not in a way that inspires any lingering fear of the Void. This apartment is a comfort, the last safe bastion on a crumbling wall, and Sammy is right beside him, hair a messy halo around his head, eyes wide and shining in the low light from the window.
“Actually, can you, um,” Sammy says. His voice is so quiet that Jack might have missed it if he wasn’t looking at him, if their faces weren’t inches apart. “Can you tell me you love me? Please? I know you do, I know, but I want—I need to—”
Five years in the Void wasn’t as painful as this. For a moment, Jack can only stare at him, aching.
When he moves, there’s a split-second of fear that darts across Sammy’s face like an animal startled across a road, an aborted motion of his hand as though he’d reach out to stop Jack from leaving him if it would do any good.
Jack hates that fear on his face, hates that there’s any reason for it.
He rolls Sammy underneath him, the weight of his body pressing Sammy’s into the mattress; the way they used to lay when Sammy’s anxieties were tearing his mind to shreds, when he needed that tether to what was present and what was real.
The air goes out of Sammy. His hands slide up Jack’s waist and under his T-shirt, pressing into the small of his back. His next breath shudders.
How long has he needed to hear it?
“I do love you,” Jack tells him, more certain about that then he is about literally anything else in the world. He kisses Sammy, long and deliberate, until he can hear Sammy’s pounding pulse begin to slow. “I love you more than anything in the world. I’m sorry you went so long without hearing it,” he goes on, mouth moving against Sammy’s lips, feeling the tears on Sammy’s face, feeling his knees come up to bracket Jack’s body even closer. “I’m sorry you had to wonder. I’ll tell you a hundred times a day from now on. I love you, Sammy Stevens. I’m going to marry you.”
Sammy sobs, and frees his hands to throw his arms around Jack’s neck, and holds him close. He must have been dying to hold him this way for so long. Jack goes on kissing him wherever he can reach, his cheek, his brow, his jaw, the soft space behind his ear.
“I love you,” Jack vows. “I do.”
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During breakfast a few weeks later, they’re eating in the living room because there’s a bunch of mail on the table no one wanted to deal with. The overnight oats taste exactly the same as Jack remembers and he savors every bite.
Emily clears her throat, sets her food aside, and produces a folder.
“What’s up, Em?” Ben asks.
He and Sammy are both crammed into the armchair, because they’re children and couldn’t agree who got to sit there. Ben uses his proximity to steal blueberries out of Sammy's oats, even though he had insisted on peanut butter for himself when Sammy put them together yesterday. Despite his lengthy complaints, Sammy has an arm looped around Ben to keep him from falling.
Jack loves them both an absurd amount.
“I’ve been looking into real estate,” Emily says without preamble. “A house big enough for our family, with room to grow.”
“Ohh!” Ben says, lighting up. He tries to wriggle in excitement and only succeeds in elbowing Sammy in the stomach. “That’s a great idea! We should have thought of that sooner!”
Sammy darts a quick look at Jack, assessing his reaction.
“I helped pick them out,” he says gently. Sammy’s smile is a shaky, delighted thing.
“There are actually a few options that might suit us,” Emily says, laying out photos on the coffee table pragmatically. She’s biting down on a smile, obviously excited by the prospect of a home together, one that’s equally for each of them. “Jack and I put a smiley on the back of the one we liked best.”
It’s the one that Sammy and Ben gravitate towards, too. A handsome split-level four-bedroom house out by Sweetzer Forest, with a vaulted living room, wide bay windows and a furnished basement. There was a big fireplace that Jack could already imagine spending long evenings in front of, and a roomy kitchen for Sammy to work his magic in, and a guest room for Lily when she inevitably makes her way back to Washington every other weekend.
And maybe, someday, their family would be even bigger.
Ben trades one of those speaking looks with Sammy, flips the paper over, and hoots when he sees the little red smiley. He’s always all-in when it comes to the four of them, always enthusiastic to talk about a future that keeps them together.
“When can we go see it?” he asks eagerly. “I know you, Em. You made an appointment, didn’t you?”
She laughs, folding her hands over her heart. “Of course I did, Benny. We can go see it this afternoon.”
“Whose names are going on the house?” Sammy asks, flipping through additional pictures of the floor plan. The fact that he’s already darting ahead to the particulars is proof enough that he’s invested in the idea, too. “Usually they only allow two.”
“That’s heteronormative and I won’t stand for it,” Ben announces. “They’ll sign all of us or I’ll call the cops.”
Sammy says, dryly, “You can’t just use Troy to harangue mortgage lenders into a nontraditional loan agreement.”
“Troy would volunteer!”
Jack has a solid grasp on the shape of things in this town, so he says, “And if that didn’t work, we could just call in Herschel.”
Ben and Sammy are both startled into laughter at the idea of setting that cantankerous old man on some poor, unsuspecting real estate agent, and Emily meets Jack's eyes from her side of the couch. Her expression is fierce with love when she reaches for Jack's hand, and he takes it firmly.
God, Jack thinks, it's so good to be here.
#king falls am#kfam#jack wright#sammy stevens#ben arnold#emily potter#lily wright#troy krieghauser#ron begley#my writing#kfam fic
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manuscript search tag game
my hands are sticky and I got them on an open tag from @teriwrites :D
my words are cover, night, rest, sleep
cover (Dragonsong) (this was a fun comparison to make!)
Being in a resident knight’s house was strange; the layout was nearly identical to her own home back in the citadel. She could probably have navigated around it blindfolded if asked: kitchen to her right, living area and a bed to the left, back room and laundry area down the corridor behind her.
But when she’d walked in, that wasn’t the first thing that had struck her. This house was empty. Nothing on the walls, no clothes in the cupboards or papers spread across the table, the bedcovers untouched. It had been cold, too. Cold and empty and dead. Right and wrong all at the same time. She shivered.
night + sleep (Hurricane) (sleepy boi Theo is one of my favourite Theos)
Aella climbed down a rope, ‘walking’ down the mast until she was close enough to the deck to jump. It was surprisingly comfortable, as long as she kept the tension in the rope just right. The sun had risen a few hours before, streaking the dark purple sky with a soft orange. It was beautiful, but it had sort of lost its appeal now she’d looked at it for several hours. Still, she liked the early morning. She felt most awake at this time, most alive. The air still had the crisp coolness of the night, which it would lose as the sun got higher.
She looped her rope around a hook near the base of the mast, then stretched, flinging her arms wide. The back of her hand hit something and she spun around. “Sorry!”
It was Theo, looking better than yesterday but still half-asleep. “It’s alright. Good morning.” He gave a small smile. “I take it you’ve been up for hours already, and yet somehow you look more awake than I feel.” His hair was still rumpled, strands sticking up in several directions.
rest + sleep (Dragonsong) (hey look! it’s Isi getting some sleep!)
“Robin, what medication do you need?” SB unslung Robin’s bag from his shoulder.
Sierra crouched by Isi. “SB, are there bandages in there? Can you chuck me a roll?”
A small roll of white fabric flew through the air. Sierra grabbed it. “Thanks.”
Isi leant her head back against the tree as Sierra undid the knot of her bandages and dabbed at the wound with a cold, wet cloth. Her body was heavy.
“I’m taking first watch,” said Sierra. “The rest of you need sleep, and you need it now.”
“I second that.” Robin yawned widely. “Thanks.”
Part of Isi’s mind wondered if she shouldn’t stay awake a little longer, keep an eye on her friends and make more concrete plans for where to next. Make some kind of contingency plan for if they were found…
The rest of her didn’t care enough. Her eyes slid shut.
and a bonus sleep (Hurricane) (angst time!)
[Aella’s] eyelids drifted shut. A thin line of fresh blood trickled from her eyebrow, snaking its way down past her eye and over her cheekbone. The pain in her ribs flared with each breath she took; she tried to keep her breathing shallow, letting it slow as she relaxed against the wall. Sleep was what she wanted. What she needed. Oblivion crept up on her, and she let it come. The fire inside her faded, its last sparks dwindling into nothing.
She couldn’t beat him. She was just so tired. Climbing those stairs again seemed like it would be harder than climbing a mountain, and the thought of being in the same room as him made her blood run cold. She was in no shape to win; if she went back there, she’d lose. She would die. And she couldn’t bear to lose to him, not now and not ever. She couldn’t bear to fail. Her stomach turned over.
I will tag @josephinegerardywriter @bloodywriter @zoya-writes @septemberliterature and anyone else who wants to play! your words are silence, stare, sound, sing
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Work in Progress Wednesday: NEW Limited Series - Missionary in Three Parts
Author’s Note: Now that I am officially back and have made a renewed focus to center my mental health (writing is one of my positives outlet), my creative juices have been flowing and I have some new fics in progress. (Yay!) The one that I am sharing with you all today is currently titled ‘Missionary in Three Parts’ (I am also thinking about changing the actual name to Missionary in Three Acts - feel free to give feedback on which you prefer).
Book: The Royal Romance | Royal Holiday | Royal Heir
Premise: There will be three parts (each couple is their own part). Whichever part is done first will be part #1, part #2 etc. Each part will focus on a glimpse into the life of each couple via the missionary position. Each part also has a common thread - reflections about the night Liam, Drake and Maxwell met MC, the green dress she wore that evening, and the part of MC that turns them on the most.
Pairings:
Savi and Liam. Told through Liam's perspective.
Sierra and Drake. Told through Sierra's perspective.
Simone and Maxwell. Told through Maxwell's perspective.
Savi and Liam
The past couple of weeks have been hell. Another flood in Portavira, this time, displacing over 300 individuals and families. The only silver lining is that no one was killed. Savi has been battling with illness on and off for the past two weeks, first, our eldest, Sienna, came down with the flu, then our youngest Georgie and then, just when we thought the flu was done with our family, Savi. She's exhausted and so am I. I'm tired of the time away. We had to divide and conquer after Sienna got sick as I went directly to Portavira to both strategize how we would get them back on their feet, but to also directly dig in to help with recovery efforts. Savi, my amazing bride, and Queen would have it no other way.
Sierra and Drake
I can play extrovert well and I promise I enjoy people - I truly do - but sometimes, you just need time to yourself to unwind and just...be. Drake understands this about me. In fact, that was one of the ways we bonded, he is an introvert like me but with more grump and less sass. Sometimes, I enjoy that about him. Other times...let's just say, I am happy we both understand the meaning of 'personal space and alone time'. Right now, Drake is somewhere hanging out with Liam. I am at Valtoria, laid out on our bed on my stomach, my stretched hair in a messy bun at the top of my head and I'm in a tank top - sans bra - and boy shorts with my nose deep into the trashiest supermarket novel I could find, this habit courtesy of my friend Felicia who can't put the things down. Well, now, neither can I. I am at the part of the book when the handsome, hypnotically hazel-eyed duke has his mistress pressed up against the barn. Her ample chest heaving from the grip the duke has on her right thigh. He is whispering seductively in her ear, asking her to promise to wait for him. Goosebumps rise on her skin -
"Sierra!" Drake yells from behind me. I startle not expecting Drake home so soon and surprised I was so enthralled by my book to not hear him enter our suite. Now that he has my attention, Drake comes around to face me.
"Is the book that good?" Drake smirks, knowing the effect it has on me. If I wasn't already aroused, I would be. Drake holds the smirk and I can feel myself get wetter.
Simone and Maxwell
She had to see it. The mischief in my eyes. Simone is a petite woman, but she is shapely for her frame. Full B cup breasts, a firm ass, wonderful hips, and her skin. She is the most beautiful shade of chocolate I have ever seen. All of that is wonderful, but what did it for me that night is when I saw her in that green dress. The dress appeared simple, but there was something about the way it framed her long legs. Strong. Powerful. Sexy. Smooth legs. The muscles in her calves suggest that she could have easily kicked me if she could have heard my thoughts. She would have been within her rights and I wouldn't have done anything to prevent it.
I wanted her to open her legs to me. To possess me as she wraps and locks those legs around my ass. Around my back. I wanted to be locked in by the smooth rich chocolate of her skin. It was then that I decided to invite her to Cordonia...for Liam. If I could do nothing but admire those legs up close but from afar…
I hope you enjoy!
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