#we were driving to his house for the weekend because he got my brother every other weekend

[jacqcrisis]

Lmao looks like my deadbeat sperm donor finally got a job that doesn't pay him under the table. Took 31 years for him to start paying child support, but better late than never I guess.

[hoesformatt]

FILLING UP A PRINCESS

chris smut, “my BD got a big D, filling up a princess”

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: Chris as your baby daddy??? missionary, stomach bulging, pet names (princess, mama and calling him daddy), entirely nude, no use of y/n, sex talk (no megan), touching/groping, breeding kink, oral (fem receiving), unprotected/raw sex, hella fucking freaky i can’t een hold you

word count: 0.8k

not-proofread

“Baby I need you right now” I nagged and he approached me and placed his lips on my ear.

“I know princess, just wait till they leave and i’ll fuck you” This whole day I’ve been hanging out with my baby father and his brothers at my house. Matt and Nick were poking, prying and playing around with their nephew Isaiah until he fell asleep.

Matt laid his nephew into the crib as his eyes just began to glue shut, falling asleep peacefully to only hear the sound of Isaiah’s snores.

Nick had already started to pack his and Matt’s stuff to leave because Chris was staying over for the weekend to spend time with us. They picked up their backpacks hugging both me and Chris before opening our front door and leaving.

We watched them pull out our driveway, and drive off from the front porch and I ran back into the house in the fear of the cold.

I ran upstairs to change from the tracksuit I was wearing the whole day into a less thicker and less clothed outfit in general, I was cooking, talking and handling my child within 8 hours and this was finally my cool down time.

I weaved out my room making sure I didn’t make any noise to wake up the baby in the next room, stealthily. Approaching the living room I glanced to see Chris on couch just scrolling through his phone. I walked across the table and grabbed the remote that was sat in-front of him turning it off.

I felt a hand graze my thigh, and I turned to look back at Chris’ hand caressing thigh shifting up againist my ass.

Me and Chris were ‘highschool sweethearts’ as people would say but we weren’t even technically together, which is why I call him my baby daddy and not boyfriend.

He pulled my waist towards his body, signalling for me to sit on his lap. I spread my legs to put each of my knees on both sides of his body, straddling him.

Chris’ hands grasped my waist staring straight up into my eyes before kissing at neck, then down to my shoulder. His hot kisses prickled my skin giving me satisfaction as he snaked his fingers unclasping my bra under my shirt peeling it off me.

I stopped him “We need to go into my room, we’ll wake him up if we make noise in here” He carries me up, his hands supporting be from my ass into the room down the hallway.

He laid me gently on the middle of bed then pulling me to be almost at the edge of the bed. Chris got down on his knees ripping off my short-shorts and I felt his warm breath on my wet cunt, placing his tongue there to start doing tricks, flicking his tongue on my clit.

I gasped loudly to then slap my hand to cover my mouth while my chest heaved heavily with Chris’ moist tongue exploring every part of my pussy leaving no place unlicked.

I tried to keep my legs open but I failed miserably because they began fall and close together but he just dragged me onto him, wrapping his arms around my thighs, Chris’ face completely nuzzling into my cunt.

Collecting his brunette locks in my hands I couldn’t help myself to the pleasure as reached my peak, “Fuck daddy, yes!” He removed his face from my heat spanking the side of my ass. “Quiet.”

All he needed to do was to take off my cropped top and I was completely naked and he removed his shirt, loosening his sweat-pant strings withdrawing of them. Chris’ cock flung out and I gazed at him, needing to feel his length abusing my pussy.

Chris relaxed me back pulling me to prop my body up causing my back to arch while he positions his dick to press into me leisurely. “Shittt, you’re so fucking tight princess” My walls clenched around his throbbing length as he begun thrust into me slowly.

“Look at that mama, you can see my cock poking out your stomach” Chris grasped my stomach seeing the print but my eyes were withering close with all the pleasure and sensation I was feeling. He pushed up on me burying his cock in me and moved so our chests would be touching each other’s.

“So beautiful” He kissed my cheek before we gaped down to both watch him pull out and push back. Chris’ dick will rubbing against my insides, digging deeper hitting my g-spot. “Daddy please right there— Fuck right there daddy” Our skin slapped together as he thrusted into me harder making my body quiver with all the stimulation.

“Feel good princess?” He said breathily, not slowing down or stopping “Yes I feel good— Mm fuck, fuck— you make me feel so good daddy” Chris smirked watching my eyes roll back.

“I need to cum, I’m gonna cum” Chris nodded towards me pressing firmly into me until I felt my rush ripple throughout my body as he came into me, coating my insides.

“What are we going to name this baby?”

tags: @chrisenthusiast @miguelsangel @lunariaxzz @thesturniolos @angelic-sturniolos111 @littlebookworm803 @chrissturniolosbitch @leahsbussy @urmom2fresh @luv4kozume @alinaa131 @sturniolopowers @mattslolita @sturniofilmd @sturnioloooooo

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Nighttime Comfort - Seth Jarvis

a/n: thanks to @human-trainwreck for the idea of the "best friend's younger brother" trope! i got the idea and ran with it and finish this in one night <3 if anyone has more seth ideas, send them my way! i had more ideas and definitely missed some things...part 2 maybe?? 👀

summary: you've always seen your best friend's little brother as just that, until one night, after thinking about him for months, everything changes when he comforts you after nightmares

warnings: mention of nightmares (no descriptions), slight age gap (i envisioned seth being 22 and reader being 23 or 24, so not terrible, but it's brought up multiple times)

word count: ~4.2k

“Seth should be gone by the time we get home, so you won’t have to deal with him while I’m out,” your best friend Daisy says to you as you near her home. The two of you had been out shopping all day, finally having time to spend with each other after your hectic schedules failed to line up for so long.

With your job at a local publishing company and the influx of demands your boss needed to meet the proper deadlines, and her traveling with her boyfriend, who is a hockey player in the NHL, it was hard to meet up. But finally, now that the off-season is here and your work has slowed down some, you could meet up and catch up on all the lost time.

“You know I don’t mind him,” you tell her. “He’s fun to be around.” She rolls her eyes at your words and you can’t help but laugh.

You grew up next to Daisy and Seth in Winnipeg and as time went on, you and Daisy became nearly inseparable, doing everything together and playing in each other’s backyards every day after school. That also led you to becoming rather close with her younger brother, only two years younger than you and her, but he was always around as their parents practically forced Daisy to include him.

Not that you minded, he was very amusing and a great joy; he was extremely chaotic and energetic, and was always trying to get you to laugh and mess with you in a teasing and fun way. Daisy was so embarrassed by him every time, but you truly weren’t bothered by it. 

Things changed a little right before you entered high school. During the summer between eighth grade and ninth, your family moved away, although it was still in the same district and within driving distance, no more than fifteen minutes. It did hinder your ability to see her and Seth outside of school or on the weekends. Things did go back to normal when you and Daisy got your licenses and could see each other whenever.

As the years went on, things continued to change and shift. With Seth going into the NHL, and Daisy becoming a WAG for the Winnipeg Jets, you rarely had time to see them over the past couple of years, but through different interviews and videos of him from the Hurricanes and other media, you could tell Seth was still the same guy you grew up with and knew so well.

“I haven’t seen him in a while anyway. I think the last time was around Christmas, when he came home. That was almost seven months ago.”

“Believe me, seven months is not enough time away from him,” she grumbles, making you throw your head back in laughter.

He was always the life of the party. He could light up a room with his energy and sweet smile just by walking into it, and he’s cheered you up countless times after numerous events that upset you over the years.

And you didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, you always felt something more for him. Some little voice in your mind was screaming that he’s a sweetheart and would be an incredible partner. But you pushed that idea down for many reasons, one of which is because you figured he never would see you as anything more than his older sister’s best friend; it was an unspoken rule, really, and neither of you wanted to cross that line.

The two of you drag your number of bags into her house, where you were staying for the week since her parents were on vacation and your apartment was being renovated because of a flood issue on your floor.

“Just set them down and we can go through everything when I get back,” she states.

She needed to run an errand with her boyfriend, to check on his grandmother about an hour away and bring her the prescription she needed. That meant you would be alone for the next three hours or so, and after the long day you had, it was exactly what you needed.

She left shortly after dropping everything off, and in the meantime, you showered and then ordered some food. Everything in the house was calm, you were watching your favorite TV show on the TV, and it felt peaceful to have this kind of downtime after a full, busy day.

But that peace was quickly ruined an hour or so later. The time rolled around to 7:45 and in comes Seth and a couple guys, who you recognize as fellow players on the Hurricanes. Turning around, you stare at them, wide-eyed in surprise, and as soon as Jarvy takes the sight of you in, he shouts excitedly.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?!” He yells, running over to you on the couch. Standing, you jump into his arms to hug him tightly, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne, a smell you’ve thought about every day since you got a whiff of it on Christmas. 

“My apartment is being worked on and since Daisy and I haven’t had time to see one another very much, she invited me to stay here. I know she said you are back here for a short while, but she said you’d be out.”

“What, not so happy to see me??” He teases, shoving your shoulder playfully once you pull away from the hug. “Yeah, well, the guys and I wanted to go to some bars, but after sitting around we decided to come back here and play video games instead.” He points to the two men behind him, one who has blond hair and piercing blue eyes and one has short brown hair and deep brown eyes.

“This is Jack and Jesperi, or you can call him KK,” he points to the brown-eyed hockey player, who smiles sweetly at you and waves.

“Nice to meet you guys. I can move up to Daisy’s room if you’d prefer the living room. She’s still gone and I don’t know when she’ll be back.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about that!” Jarvy stops you from moving your things. “We’re going to the basement to play, we won’t bother you at all. Unless we have to come back up for snacks and drinks, but we’ll try to keep it down.”

Chuckling softly, you nod and watch as they file into the furnished basement, yelling and shouting as they go. Thankfully, the noise wasn’t too loud to distract you, so you go back to watching your show with no worry.

As the hours tick by and your eyes start growing heavier, you knew you should have headed up to Daisy’s room to get some rest instead of on the couch, although their couch was rather comfy. It was a large sectional, big enough to fit their entire family for movie nights.

You were curled up in one corner of the L-shaped section, under a soft, fuzzy blanket that was keeping you warm. The low lighting that you had set in the living room and with the quiet lull of your comfort TV show was enough to ease you to sleep, though you were unaware.

Suddenly, you are jolting up, your neck feeling slightly sweaty and clammy, your breathing slightly erratic and your eyes trying to adjust back to the bright TV that remained on. Slowly, you become aware of your surroundings and turn to find Seth sitting near you, a worried expression on his face.

“Are you alright?” He wonders, his voice low and calming, not wanting to startle you anymore than he has. “You were mumbling something in your sleep and shaking a little.”

Your hand wipes across your face as you shift your body to sit up a little. Being in the moment, you were finally able to get a really good look at Seth, since earlier you were too taken by the excitement of seeing him and meeting new people.

His hair was long in the back, but on the sides, you could tell that he had recently gotten them shaved down some, but the top section flopped over to hide that area; it was something that was visible when he wore a hat, and it was a look you always liked. His facial hair was newly trimmed, his beard slightly scruffy and his mustache somewhat full.

He was wearing an old Canes t-shirt, the neckline cut off to fit him loosely, and a pair of basketball shorts that were slightly smaller than usual, riding up his leg and showing a small glimpse of the tattoo on his right thigh.

“I-I was having a weird dream,” you murmur, taking a couple deep breaths. Seth moves a little closer, sensing all you needed was some comfort. “What time is it?”

“Around 11:30. Daisy called me and said something came up and she won’t able to make it back tonight. She said she tried calling you but you weren’t answering. Now I see why,” he answers with a lighthearted laugh.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to fall asleep out here. I should head upstairs.”

Seth thinks for a moment before he holds his hand up, silently telling you to stay put.

“Give me two minutes,” he says before darting off. You sat there, confused as hell as he ran up the stairs, leaving you alone once again.

You quickly text Daisy back, letting her know you had fallen asleep and everything was good, and that you’d see her in the morning, before reaching for the glass of water that had been left untouched for the past few hours and taking a large sip. 

Minutes later, Seth comes trudging down the stairs with his comforter and an extra blanket, along with two pillows. He also had a change of clothes for himself, and once he reaches the couch, he piles everything onto the cushions at your feet.

“We’re having a little sleepover,” he states. “My sister ditched you so I’m stepping in. Plus we haven’t spent time together in a long time so we have to make up for it.” He winks and laughs at your shocked face.

“You really don’t have to do this. What about KK and Jack? Aren’t they downstairs?”

“Nope. They left right before you woke up. They’re staying in a hotel nearby so they’re gone for the night. Just you and me.” 

After he gets everything set up, he runs off to the bathroom down the hall to change and when he returns in a pair of sweats and a different t-shirt, he sighs heavily and stares down at the couch.

“Okay, so I’ll sleep this way, and you can sleep with your legs out that way so you have more room,” he tells you, waving his hands all over. He specifically pointed to the spot you were sitting in, how he’d have his legs on the cushions jutting out and you would sleep perpendicular to him.

“Where would my pillow go?” You wonder, grabbing onto the extra one he had from his bed. You can’t help but smile at the scent that covers it, a mixture of Seth’s shampoo and conditioner and his cologne. His comforter was the same way, soaked in the smell of his body wash, a woods-y and earthy scent that you were most familiar with, similar to his cologne.

“Here,” he gets situated on the couch, his legs stretching straight out on the cushion. He places the pillow down on his legs and pats it, signaling that’s where you can lay. It was nothing out of the ordinary, really, the three of you used to sleep on each other like this when you were younger, more innocent.

Not that he was asking in an inappropriate way now, but it was something you figured you’d grown out of. But being too tired and too scared to fight, you just laugh it off and get under the covers. He left his comforter for you and used the two blankets for himself, something you found unfair to him.

You place your head in his lap, against the pillow, and immediately, his hands start playing with your hair softly, making sure not to tug at any knots that he couldn’t see. He was more so twirling the ends for his own comfort, something you picked up on when you were kids.

After laying there for a bit, no words spoken between the two of you, the guilt of him being down here, keeping you company was rising in your chest; you knew you shouldn’t have felt this way, but he didn’t have to do all of this.

“Seth, you don’t have to sit down here with me,” you suddenly sit up, looking over at him. A hurt and confused look crosses his face as he adjusts his body.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to, trust me. I know how you used to struggle with nightmares and no one should be left alone after having one.” His voice is gentle and soothing, trying to get across the fact that he wants to be here with you, and it’s no obligation or issue at all.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you whisper. But he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“Well I’m not leaving,” he shakes his head. “What’s going on? I thought it would be nice to see each other again and be with one another now that you’re here.”

You pause and let his words sink in. He was right. Why were you pushing back? But with one look into his brown eyes, lit by the soft glow of a nearby salt lamp you had turned on earlier, you were very aware.

You had fallen for Jarvy and now there was no denying it.

You think back to the last time you saw him, in December. You couldn’t quit stealing glances at him throughout the day, watching as he laughed with his loved ones and how bright his unique smile was, how much you loved seeing it and how you longed to be the reason he was smiling so joyfully.

How you longed to hold his hand and cuddle up next to him on the couch, watching whatever Christmas movie was playing on the TV, surrounded by your family and his, having him press kisses to your temple.

It made your chest feel all warm and fuzzy thinking about what being his partner would be like. Was he serious in times when it was needed? Or did he used humor and laughter to cope with everything?

“(Y/N)?” He waves his hand in front of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sigh softly and grin at him.

“Sorry, was just…thinking about something. But you’re right, it is nice to see you and be able to spend time with just you…” you trail off, hoping the tone of your voice didn’t give your little crush away. He smiles at you and opens his arms.

“So how about we cuddle instead? I’ve been told I give wonderful cuddles in times of need like this,” he states playfully, which in turn makes you giggle. He gives you that bright, wide smile as you move your body, but before you can super comfortable, you motion for him to switch positions and lay parallel with you, so both of your legs were on the actual couch rather than the sectional.

Since the space was big enough, you both fit rather comfortably, once Seth finally gets settled. You curl into his left side, nuzzling your face into chest, your eyes fluttering closed. What you couldn’t tell was the fact that Seth’s heart was racing in his chest at the turn of events. 

He’s now under his own comforter, your legs tangling with his underneath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, and one is softly rubbing up and down your back underneath the covers. It’s such a sweet and intimate movement, and it makes your own heart beat faster.

Silence falls over the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say, but instead, you enjoy the silence and the presence of each other.

“Would now be an acceptable time to admit that I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time?” He whispers, avoiding moving in case you wanted to pull away from him. But to his surprise, you stay put, reaching for his right hand that was stroking up and down your arm.

“You have?” You wonder, a little taken aback by his admission, threading your fingers with his. He watches in curiosity but smiles as he feels your touch in his.

“Yeah. Ever since you came home from school that one day in eighth grade, I was in sixth. You said some boy made a comment about you and you cried to me because Daisy wasn’t home yet. I-”

“You started telling me all these strange things about what the kid does and how awful he is to try and get me to laugh,” you fill in his sentence, remembering back to that day as clear as can be.

Seth had started telling you weird things that were very obviously not true, but what else is an eleven year old supposed to say? He was making things up like, “he keeps his boogers on a piece of notebook paper in his binder” or “his fingernails grow so fast he has to have them cut every day, and then he saves them to try and get in the Guinness Book of World Records for most amount of nail shavings collected”. Outrageously ridiculous statements.

But by the end, you were laughing with him, forgetting about all the mean things he said about you, and thanks to Jarvy, feeling better about yourself, even though you knew none of what he was saying was true.

“I know we were never super close the way that you and Daisy are, but I could never deny my crush for you. I expected you to think it was weird, considering I’m her younger brother and that’s all I knew I’d be. But goddamn, seeing you again, especially in such a soft and laid-back setting, it’s reignited that feeling.”

You were truly speechless. You had no idea what to say. He really had a crush on you?

“Then I think it’s fair to admit that I also like you, but pushed it away because I thought you only ever saw me as, well, as your older sister’s best friend, I thought it would be weird. But I like you a lot, Seth.”

His hand drops yours and it comes to rest on the side of your face, gently bringing your chin up to look up at him. His eyes were filled with adoration and tenderness as his hand cupped your cheek, careful with the amount of pressure he was using, letting you know you could push him away at any point still.

“So when was the moment you fell for me?” He asks, that crooked smile threatening to break. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realize you don’t have a story similar to his.

“This past holiday season. When you came home for Christmas, I realized quite a few things, and one of them is I can’t deny that I have feelings for you and wish what it would be like to be yours,” you whisper to him, gazing into his eyes. His thumb rubs against the apple of your cheek as you explain your side. He then takes a moment to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and it sends your heart into a frenzy.

“Oh really?” He pushes in a teasing manner. “Like what?”

“Like falling asleep in your arms, but in a more romantic way than platonic way when we were younger. Being able to come up and hug and kiss you whenever, wearing your jersey to your games, knowing that only you and I know that I’m yours and the most important person in the crowd wearing your number.” He can’t help the blush that dusts his cheeks at your last comment. “And I can assume that’s something you’ve thought about plenty of times, right?”

Seth laughs and nods his head, still looking down at you with so much love.

“I won’t lie, I have. And you’d be able to get a WAG playoff jacket, and how adorable you’d look in them.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he continues to hold your cheek in his hand.

“You know, my parents always joked with your parents about when we’d get together. And Daisy always shut them down whenever she heard them talk about it because how weird, right? But there was one night, a few years back, right before I was drafted. We were in the backyard, looking up at the stars, and she told me I should go for it with you, if I liked you. How she thought we’d be good together, how I’d treat you right and how you would love me for as I am. I think she could always sense that I liked you more than a friend, but was too scared to say it because you two were friends first, and pretty close.”

You are stunned by his words. You never knew Daisy said that, but to hear that she thought her brother was good enough for you, you knew that this decision, or whatever outcome for tonight was going to be, it was going to be a good choice.

Seth is a good guy, and you’ve seen this for many years. Now, you are seeing him in a different light, one where his smile sends butterflies to your stomach rather than a simple “Daisy’s younger brother is so adorable” kind of way. One where you got to see the fun and excitable, puppy-dog energy side but also his serious and down-to-earth side where he could settle those feelings and be real with you.

“Now that I think about it, around that time she did start trying to push me for gossip on if I thought you were cute or if I was seeing anyone, because she was wanting to set me up with someone. And I’m going to safely bet that it was you.”

He chuckles and then clears his throat, becoming all serious again. But you have one more comment you need to get out.

“I love your smile,” you state. His cheeks redden slightly and your own smile tugs at your lips. “I’m not sure what it is about it, but every time I saw it in an interview, or some fun little video, and especially at Christmas, I can’t help but fall harder and harder each time.”

Your statement elicits that lovely smile from him, but in a more bashful sense, something you never thought you’d see.

“You’re so adorable,” you giggle, reaching up to hold his face in your hand as well. The tension between the two of you was thick, and with your breathing mixing together, you were starting to get dizzy from it all. 

This was all so much.

“Can I…” he starts, but hesitates, trying to gauge the look in your eyes. He takes a deep breath and then continues. “Can I please kiss you now?” 

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you from how he phrases his words. He sounded so desperate but also so careful.

“Please,” you beg quietly, inching your hands into his hair to tug at the locks at the back of his neck to pull him down towards you. Within seconds, your lips meet in a searing but gentle and nervous kiss, both of you testing the waters for now. But when Seth feels you leaning more into it, he deepens it just slightly, not wanting to go too far tonight, but also wanting you to know he’s serious about this and it wasn’t a one-off thing.

The kiss ends much to your dismay when Jarvy pulls back, his forehead resting against yours.

“Go on a date with me,” he all but demands. This elicits a giggle from you before you kiss him once more.

“Of course I will,” you reply, moving down to cuddle back up with him. 

Finally, the two of you were settled in all cozy, no longer on edge and wondering if one thing is going to upset the other. Now that the admission of your feelings was done and over with, the two of you could relax against each other, knowing this meant more than just two friends falling asleep with one another.

With his soft touch running along your back, soothing you to sleep, you were out like a light in minutes, but Jarvy stayed up, watching whatever episode of your show that was on, often looking down at you to make sure you remained asleep. 

He fell asleep not long after, the grin on his face remaining there like it was stuck forever, holding the person he loves most in the world, feeling like he was on cloud nine, knowing life could only get better now that you two had admitted your years-worth of pent up feelings

[natti-ice]

Would You Have Me?- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is the only person in Sirius’ life he truly cares about, he wouldn’t mind if it was only them

Warnings: modern high school au!, written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author's note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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The final bell rang, it was Friday hundreds of students poured out of the school doors ready for the weekend. Y/N was among the swarm of kids, headed toward her bus. Thankful it was the weekend, this week had been a lot on her. Off in the distance, she could hear her name over the loud voices. Looking around shielding her eyes from the sun, she could see a tall boy headed her way. 

It was Sirius

"There you are," he said when he reached her, throwing his arm around her shoulder "Where are you off to?" he asked

"My bus" she pointed to the big yellow vehicle

"C'mon, I'll take you home" he offered

"Really?" she asked

"Yeah, you can tell me all about your day"

They walked to the student parking lot, Sirius drove a black '89 Dodge charger. It was a little squeaky, but he loves that car. 

He opens the passenger door for Y/N, closing it once she was in. Sirius Drove the long way to her house so they could talk longer.

"How was your day, dear?" he asks pulling out of the campus

"It was fine, I'm glad the week is over. Everything has been a lot lately" 

It was their junior year, everyone is starting to worry about their futures. Their career, college, exams, everything stressful. 

"I know what you mean, it feels like we have to know everything about the future before it happens" he replies

They continue their conversation all the way to Y/N's house. They've always been able to tell each other everything without feeling judged. Nowadays, it feels like you have to make sure everything is perfect because the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fall.

He was her safe place, and she was his. 

Sirius pulls up in front of her house, parking the car.

"Thanks for the ride, Sirius" she says opening the car door

"Of course, love. Hey, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he asks

"Yeah, sure I'll ask my parents. I'll text you" she answers

"Great, I'll see you soon then" He smiles

"Bye" she says closing the door.

He waits for her to go inside before driving off like he does every time. He sees her almost every day, but he still gets excited when they hang out. It's like a new experience every time, even when they've done it one hundred times before.

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When he got home, he waited anxiously for her text. Her parents have never said no before, but it still made him a little nervous. He's made sure over the years that her parents liked him, he didn't want them to think he was just some guy who was only hanging out with their daughter to get in her pants.

He started his homework that probably won't get finished till Monday morning, checking his phone every few minutes.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she texted him

parents said it's cool What did you have in mind?

 Movie? Wonka is still showing. Stay at my place after?

Timothee Chalamet? HELL YEAH! Definitely down for a sleepover

 Great! I'll pick u up at 4

See you then! <3

He was happy that she could come, he liked being able to get out of the house and escape with her. Everyone has family issues, his family was distant from each other. It was almost like they were roommates, not a family. His parents didn't care if he was gone or if he had someone over.

His brother stayed in his room most of the day when he got home from school. Their bond was limited to short interactions in the dining room on special occasions.

Y/N was his real family, she was always there for him whenever he needed her. At school, many people claimed to be his friend, they'd say hey in the hallway or talk about some game that happened the night before. None of them would actually have a real meaningful conversation with him.

He didn't get why he was so popular, he was sociable and easy on the eyes sure, but nobody knew the real him. It seemed like they had all made a false version of him in their heads. A mysterious ladies' man who could have anyone he wanted.

That wasn't true at all, he wasn't a mystery at all. He was very open once you got to know him, only Y/N had ever made the effort to do so. The whole 'ladies' man' thing was really funny to him. He'd never had a serious girlfriend, a few dates here and there but nothing real.

Many of those girls thought that him and Y/N had a thing going on so they would stop talking to him completely. At first he didn't know why they would think that, he thought their friendship seemed very platonic. Then he realized some of the things they would do seemed a little too friendly.

That didn't stop him. If he was honest, he didn't care about those girls at school. If there was only one girl in the world and he had to pick her. It would be Y/N. Always Y/N.

-

Saturday came around, Sirius waited all day for 4 o'clock. He didn't like to be late, he pulled up in front of her house a few minutes early so he could greet her parents.

Turning off his car, walking up to the front door. He rings the doorbell that has a little camera on it. A few seconds later, her mother opens the door

"Sirius, how are you, dear?" she asks bringing him in for a hug

'I'm great, Mrs. L/N. How's everything?"

"Everything's fine, Y/N should be ready by now." she told the boy "Y/N, Sirius is here!" she yelled up the stairs

She came down the stairs, a small bag in her hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure I had everything, are you ready?" she asks Sirius

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Mrs. L/N" 

He and Y/N get in his car, driving to the local movie theater. 

That movie was almost 3 hours long, but that's okay. They didn't mind sitting in a dark room together in silence. It was much later, the sun was starting to set when they headed towards Sirius' house.

His parent's car wasn't in the driveway thankfully, awkward hellos are never fun. They realize they're starving and order take out.

Once it finally arrives, he takes her up to his room. Passing by Regulus' room, she could hear gunfire from some video game.

"Don't mind him, it's like he's married to the game. Hardly comes out the room" Sirius explains opening his bedroom door.

It was relatively clean, only because he knew she was coming over. His walls were lined with movie posters from the 80s and now, some of his favorite vinyls, and photo booth pictures of him and Y/N from various locations.

He made sure his space represented him. The real him. 

They spend the next couple of hours eating and watching random videos on youtube until they got bored of it. Putting on Evermore on as background music as they talked.

Both of them are sitting on the floor, Sirius leaning against the wall, Y/N against his bed

They jumped from topic to topic as the night progressed, getting into the more personal topics. A few weeks ago, Y/N started talking to a boy named Kevin. She seemed to have liked him until she stopped talking about him.

Sirius had been curious about that for a while, he thought it was a good time to ask

"Whatever happened to that Kevin guy? I thought you two were getting serious" he asks

"Oh him? That's long gone" she shrugged, "He said he just didn't feel anything for me" she explained, she didn't show it but she was a little hurt by the boy's words.

"Oh my god, he sucks. Anyone would be more than lucky to have you" He was mad that anyone would treat her like this. "Fuck that guy"

"It's alright, I didn't need him in my life" she wanted to get the topic off her "What about you? Anyone new in your life?"

"Nah" he smiles "I don't want anyone new, honestly"

"What do you mean?" she asks

"I'm happy just having you in my life, sometimes I wish it could always just be you and me" he says in a low voice

"That would be great, honestly. Just us against the world" she agrees

"Y/N?" his voice barely above a whisper, fidgeting with a ring on his hand

"Yeah?" 

He swallowed before replying, "I think I'm in love with you"

"What?" she laughed nervously, he got up and sat next to her

"When I think of my future, having a family and owning a house, you're there right next to me. I've tried to convince myself that it's only because there isn't anyone else in my life" He pauses searching her face for any sort of bad emotion "I know now, it's because I don't want anyone else in my life but you"

Y/N's brain was all over the place, trying to figure out what to say. Sirius has been her rock for so long, she had a small crush on him. She didn't think he would ever reciprocate it

"I don't know what to say" she admits

"That's alright, you don't have to say anything. If you're willing, maybe we could see if this goes anywhere?" 

She reaches down grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "I think we can make it work" she smiles "After all, we're still getting married at 30 right?" she laughed

"Right Right. A pact is a pact, dear" he smiles

She gives him a small kiss on the cheek, slowly pulling away. Their faces were dangerously close together, warm breath fanning against their skin. Y/N closes the distance. Their lips perfectly fitting each other, just like they were made for each other.

Sirius pulled away, not wanting things to get carried away. Y/N rest her head on his shoulder

"So, what color should our invitations be?"

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[peachhcs]

I feel like will and Sammy were one of those friends that like took naps while cuddling, or maybe at any free time they would be together, sometimes they said flirty comments to each other and still be like “we are best friends, we would never like each other”

no, no we’re just friends | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

1.5k words

takes place fall of will’s first dev program year (samy is a junior) this was genuinely so fun to write. i added some more plot to it, i hope that’s okay, but keep sending in requests for the wonder years i love writing their younger dynamic!

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a weekend of no hockey games? not even traveling? those types of weekends were rare for the boys. 

they'd been on the move since the start of the season in august meaning two straight months of nonstop hockey every day, every week, every weekend. things were hectic–chaotic even—but they loved it. playing hockey everyday? it was the dream and so was finally getting to sleep in on saturday morning without worrying about waking up at ungodly hours for morning practice. 

the boys scattered themselves across the hughes family living room after a long night in ann arbor. what other way would they spend their free weekend besides driving an hour to samy's house where ellen welcomed them with open arms—secretly excited that her house was filled with people again. 

things were quiet now that the brothers were gone even though luke came back every weekend to do his laundry. 

samy excitedly showed them around the city she grew up in for most of her life with will chirping in every now and then with tidbits from the places he's visited. surprisingly, the boys were really into the museum of art by the university, especially ryan and drew. 

"no way someone painted that," ryan mumbled as their gazes stared up at the large 4 foot painting hanging off the wall. 

"i could do it better," aram shrugged earning a slap on the arm from jacob. 

"no you could not," the brunette muttered, shaking his head. 

the two began quietly bickering about who could paint better. will rolled his eyes before flicking over to briefly meet samy's gaze who lingered beside the blonde. she softly giggled at his friends' antics which resulted in a soft smile on the boy's lips. 

"i'd really like to see you guys try and paint," samy cut into their bickering as she led the way to the next painting. 

"you think we can't paint?" jacob raised his eyebrow at the girl. she only shrugged. 

"let's be real, you can't paint to save your life," ryan added with his own laughter. 

"uh, i can to. i took art classes my freshman year," jacob defensively crossed his arms. 

"ooh, so cool," ryan's mimicry voice made the group laugh. 

the banter didn't stop the entire time they were in the art museum. at least not until they made it to the natural history museum where the boys were really excited to look at dinosaurs. samy couldn't help but giggle as she watched the six boys hurry to see the t-rex up close. 

"how do you think they got it here?" gabe wondered. 

"a plane?" drew raised his eyebrow. the dark-haired boy smacked him on the arm, rolling his eyes. "smartass," gabe mumbled. 

"what's your favorite dinosaur?" will wondered over the commotion of the other guys. 

the girl's eyes slid to his, sparking some in the light while she thought about her answer. "good question. i really like rhinos. they don't have any in this museum though," she finally decided with a tiny smile. 

"didn't quinn buy you a rhino stuffed animal however many years ago?" the blonde asked. 

"he did! it was like my 7th birthday or something. i can't believe you remembered that," the youngest hughes chuckled. 

"only because i remember we sent you the nerf guns after being upset all summer that your brothers had them and you didn't," will informed making samy laugh again. 

"those were the best gift. i think we still have them in our basement somewhere, but i definitely lost all the..what do you call them? pellets?" the two shared another small laugh before the group headed to a different exhibit. 

after the museums, luke graciously met up with all of them and took them to dinner close to campus (but secretly ellen sent him money to pay for all eight of them because poor luke was a broke college student). the boys were definitely excited to see luke and they got him into a long conversation about hockey and what college was like. 

samy and will were at one at one end of the table where they immersed themselves in their own conversation again letting the others talk luke up because the two already saw him all the time. 

"happy there's no saturday practice tomorrow?" the brunette wondered, sipping on her lemonade. 

"mhm. i don't think i've really slept in since like..i moved here," will chuckled. 

"do you ever sleep in though? i'm pretty sure i always hear you awake at like eight in the morning with luke and jack at the lake house," samy raised her eyebrow which brought a flush to will's face. 

"you gotta get up early to hit the green," the boy argued referring to all the times they went golfing. 

"oh, right, right. how could i forget?" samy made a face. 

a small silence settled between them as their eyes drifted down the table where their friends excitedly talked with luke. something warmed in both of their chests seeing how well they everyone got along. samy really couldn't be more happier that will introduced her to these boys and seeing how much her brother loved them all too. will thought the exact same thing. 

the two years ahead were gonna be the best years. will knew it and so did samy. 

it was late when the group made it back to the hughes house. ellen and jim already had the air mattresses blown up meaning everyone immediately collapsed on sight after changing into pajamas. samy made herself comfortable beside will who briefly scrolled through his phone. the girl had a small cup of ice cream in her hand, quickly offering some to the blonde. 

"mm love rocky road," will hummed as he took the bite. 

"i know we have the same taste," the brunette giggled. she fished around for the remote before turning the tv on the lowest setting and flipping to some random movie playing. 

the girl stretched out, letting her eyes grow sleepy. her head dipped onto will's shoulder making the boy flush briefly before he hooked his arm around her own shoulders. this wasn't abnormal for the two, especially after the past summer. they'd become a lot more touchy with one another, always poking and prodding—so a head on the shoulder as samy fell asleep wasn't something the two thought twice about. 

not until the morning where they were in the same position except samy's head fell more onto will's chest with one of her arms spread out across his torso. the guys woke up before they did and ryan was the first one to notice the sleeping pair curled up on the couch together. 

"dude, look," the brunette nudged drew's shoulder who slowly sat himself up while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"are we sure smitty doesn't like her?" drew mumbled with a tiny snicker. 

"he's gotta or something. i mean look at them!" ryan exclaimed. 

all of the guys were still in denial about will saying he didn't have feelings for samy and never has. they were literally staring at the two asleep together. gabe, aram, and jacob woke up a few minutes later hearing ryan and drew's voices. 

"why are you guys talking so damn loud?" aram grumbled. 

"look at smitty and hughesy," ryan urged his friends. the other three shifted their gazes towards the sleeping pair and they immediately understood what the fuss was about. 

"damn. if i didn't know any better.." jacob trailed off earning laughs across the group. 

"should we wake them up?" gabe asked as ryan took some pictures on his phone for later use whenever will wanted to try and deny his feelings. 

"i think your voices were loud enough.." samy's eyes fluttered open. the boys immediately quieted down, but the smirks didn't disappear on their faces. 

samy slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. will shifted against the couch, his own eyes opening up too. 

"good morning love birds," ryan sang. 

"oh this again," samy playfully rolled her eyes. 

"what do you mean this again? you guys were literally cuddling," aram pointed out and all of the guys nodded in agreement. 

"and?" the girl raised her eyebrow, gazing over at will briefly who was now fully awake. 

"and? y'all are acting like a couple!" ryan exclaimed again. 

samy and will instantly bursted into laughter which left the boys silent and confused. 

"no, no we're just friends," the brunette got out through her laughter. 

"friends don't cuddle," drew cut in. 

"yes they do. i cuddle with my friends all the time. you guys are just afraid to," samy argued, pushing herself off the couch. she looked down at will for confirmation. he saw the guys' looks, knowing exactly what they were thinking. 

"come on, we're just friends. it's nothing," the boy agreed with samy. 

"exactly, thank you. can we stop making a big deal out of it and get breakfast?" the boys looked between the two for a few more seconds before deciding to drop the subject for now, but still not believing a word either of them said. 

[fandoms-in-law]

How I'll Play

Summary: Steve's grandmother sends him an investment and big collection of gifts for his 21st. Small thing is, She thinks he's her Granddaughter.

Authors Notes: Playing with the idea I had yesterday over Steve liking Sylvanian Families and only playing D&D with them, Thanks to @frostfairysteve for the information on when they came out. (also for the fact I know those 2 D&D races XD)

Continued in Come Play With Us

/\/\

Steve family are all rich and all distant. He remembered once as a child a family reunion being arranged and being scared of all the strangers there. Apparently his father had 3 brothers all older and all with their own families, but also his grandparents had invited second cousins and cousins once removed and for whatever reason everyone had made time for it.

Looking back at the event now, Steve was pretty sure the main reason everyone turned up was that they were hopeful this could be a chance to increase the inheritance they could get from his grandparents. He doubted that would have been effective for anyone and is relatively sure that except for occasional cards on holidays and birthdays still considered most of his relatives as strangers.

It did encourage him not to have too much fun when taking himself to a city for a weekend away, simply because he didn't want to accidentally seduce a relative into a one night stand without knowing it. The joys of things that teach safe sex for the strangest reasons.

He didn't usually think about his family beyond that. They were just people who shared in his gene pool, just like the parents he barely saw any more.

Except his Grandmother seemed to challenge that when his twenty-first birthday came bringing a delivery with a note from her.

'Dear Steven,

I cannot recall why your mother decided on such a name for such a charming girl as you were at the family reunion so many years ago, but for all my grandchildren I've brought investments in a company as well as a large collection of the things they make as they turn 21.

For you, and your fascination with figurines and dolls that I remember, I chose to invest in Sylvanian Families. They're almost as adorable as you were when young.

A very happy birthday to you and remember to manage your investments wisely.

Your Grandmother,

Antoinette Harrington

He had to read the note 3 times before bursting into laughter. He knew his family was distant, but apparently they're distant enough to have changed his gender in their memories, although he does recall for a short time enjoying dolls before his father dictated otherwise and forbid him from them.

It had only been recently, and only around Robin, that he'd began allowing himself to be curious over typically feminine things beyond his hair since that time, but it was flattering to think that somehow he'd acted feminine enough the only time he'd met his grandparents that he was remembered as such.

“Steve? You remember we said we'd go shopping together for birthday looks for tonight, right?” Robin asked, letting herself in since he was laughing enough he hadn't heard her knocks. Steve had tried to insist he could pick her up, but according to her, he shouldn't be driving everyone around on his birthday, so she got Eddie to agree to play chauffeur for the day.

“Read this and tell me I'm not imagining things, Robbie. Please tell me I didn't misread that. Also I need to see just what is in these packages before I go anywhere.” Steve grinned over at her, waving at Eddie as he leant around the door.

Eddie came over too, leaning over Robin's shoulder as she read since Steve hurried into the kitchen for scissors to open the parcels.

There were 4 big parcels but as he got the boxes open only 2 of them had big items in them, what appeared to be dolls houses and furniture. The rest were filled with solid dolls, slightly velveted of every kind of animal he could think of, all in families, or separate babies that matched one of the family groups and dressed in adorable slightly old fashioned looking outfits.

“You're her granddaughter now. I'm sorry Stevie, but for a gift this big and the investment that was also in the envelope behind this is big, you have to be female from now on.” Robin teased, snickering herself and sitting on the floor beside him to see everything he was pulling out.

Steve shrugged a little. “You tell me what dress size I should get and I'll be the belle of the ball for the party Joyce is insisting on throwing.”

“How long ago was this reunion? Any you're happy about that?” Eddie asked, visibly stunned, but not annoyed or any reaction that left Steve concerned.

“Thrilled. Robbie and I have been trying make-up looks and I was already wondering if I should try a skirt tonight. This seems like a sign that I definitely should.” Steve grinned up, answering the second question first. “And I honestly don't know. I think I was maybe five, possibly younger. Definitely wasn't allowed dolls for too long before my father banned them.”

Eddie shook his head, coming to sit beside him too finally, “Cool, I'll kill the boys characters in the next session if anyone says anything about that. If you do get a dress, that is.”

Steve's grin gentled to a smile, before a thought struck him at the allusion to D&D. He'd seen their figurines before, had let them host Hellfire at his home a few times now, enough even Eddie's bandmates were beginning to relax and suddenly thought he wouldn't might playing in a similar way with these cute guys. “Hey, you can get animals walking and talking in D&D, right?”

For a moment Robin and Eddie blinked at him, then Robin started cackling. “I bet even if they don't Eddie is about to figure out how to, Stevie! Hell, I'm joining in too.”

Eddie blinked at her too before slowly nodding, “Normally called other things, like Procyons and Avalis but yes, there are bipedal intelligent animals in D&D.”

“Tell the party to start making characters like that to play and help me and Bobbin to do so if you want me to play a campaign. I'll only play if these are the figurines used for everyone.” Steve decided, “And look, you even have sets for places we can go to make the mapping even more exciting.” He gestured to the buildings, and some shop sets that he'd pulled out of the packages but hadn't opened unlike a few of the families that had caught his eye.

“Fucking Hell, Yes! I can do that! Can I stay here to plan the campaign too, check what I've got to work with?” Eddie's smile grew slowly but was soon almost wider than they'd seen it before.

Steve nodded, “Definitely. And this just means we're all more excited for getting back from the shopping trip I was promised. I'll go get ready to head out.”

As he walked away Robin started to calm down but one look at the pout Eddie had over being told he couldn't jump straight into planning set her off laughing uncontrollably all over again.

[punk4ndisorderly]

light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XIV XV - i do, i do, i do, i do, i do XVI

The grey curtains that kept the room dark after dawn were pulled back abruptly, revealing two sleeping bodies. The tiny woman had her back pressed to the much larger man’s chest, not even an inch of space separating them. His hand rested on the outline of her hips, over the covers.

“You need to get up. Now!” Cole pleaded, turning his back to the groggy pair and leaving, running down the hall knocking on Quinn and Alex’s room door.

Y/N practically jumped out of the bed, the lack of the warmth her body had provided giving Jack the encouragement he needed to push himself out of it as well, following her to their friends’ weekend accommodation.

“What’s going on?” the foctor asked, crossing her arms over her exposed chest as Cole pulled Quinn out of bed.

“River went rogue.”

“What?!” the foursome half-shouted, now completely awake and shocked.

“I slept with him downstairs because he wanted to follow tradition and Trevor stayed with David and Leo. When I woke up, he was gone. I’ve looked for him everywhere.” he explained, every bone in his body trembling with anxiety.

“If River doesn’t want to be found, he won’t be found.” Alex stated, yawning and stretching. “It’s useless to look for him.”

Y/N stared at them, still processing what was happening. River must’ve been really freaking out if he had fled the location on his wedding day. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do: you…” she pointed to Alex. “Shut up. Jack, would you mind closing the doors David doesn’t find out his fiancé is MIA.”

The Devils' player obliged to her request, waiting for her to disclose the plan to recover the missing groom.

“We’re checking every room in this house. Cole, I know you did that already, but maybe he came back in the meantime. Then, we search for the Runaway Groom in our surroundings. Our last resort will be taking the cars and drive around the community.” Y/N instructed, certain her plan was bulletproof. “I think my brother didn’t go far.”

The five friends split, checking each division at the cabin before heading outside. An hour later, there was still no sign of River, which made them freak out even more.

“Oh god, what are we going to tell David?” Alex cried, running his hands through his hair.

“Turc, it’s going to be okay. You guys will get the cars and I’ll stay here doing damage control. They’re not up yet. Trevor could probably sleep through the end of the world, Leo was exhausted and David was sprawled all over the spare mattress the last time I checked.”

“Okay, so you just tell them we all went to look for Ginger because she ran away. We’ll take her with us, she’ll be our alibi. It’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this whole mess.”

Jack listened intently to Y/N, who was attempting to keep everyone calm in the middle of a crisis. She always found a way to make things better, even when she was only making use of her words to do so.

He liked her but, above that, he respected and admired her strength and grace. Never had he met a woman that could quite compare to Y/N. His Y/N.

“The hair and makeup team will be here at noon. It’s currently a few minutes past eight. We need to get him here by eleven thirty, tops.”

“Got it. We’ll get Ginger.” Quinn offered, picking up his car keys and sunglasses.

“Aw, why do we have to get the dog?” Alex wailed, walking right behind him, dragging his feet.

Cole hid his face in his hands, muttering something under his breath before perking up and putting on a smile.

“Do you think this will fool them?” he asked, trying his best not to look stressed out.

Y/N pressed her lips into a tight line, a sympathetic look on her bare face.

“It’ll have to do. Jack and I will keep you updated, don’t worry.” the doctor assured her friend, holding him by the shoulders. “This wedding is happening.”

Cole simply nodded, wanting to believe her words more than everything, prompting the pair to begin their search.

Y/N put her sneakers on, throwing the man right behind her his car keys.

As they drove down the dirt road, the hockey player saw how worry was etched on her angelic features, taking his right hand from the steering wheel and squeezing hers.

“How much do you want to bet someday we’ll be laughing about this whole mess?” he said, earning a half-smile from his partner. “Hey, it’s just like you said: it’ll all be okay. River is probably just winding down somewhere and…”

The brunette man stopped himself mid-sentence, his face lighting up in realization. Y/N turned to him, her eyebrow raising, as if to ask him to voice the thoughts that were going through his head.

“I think I know where he might be.”

Pulling up to a quaint waffle house, Jack squinted, trying to locate the missing bride inside. He spotted him easily, sat in a booth, surrounded by empty plates and having yet another one set in front of him.

“Oh my god, there he is!” the doctor gasped. “I need to call Cole.” she added. “How did you know where he'd be?”

“There’s two things you need to always keep in mind when we’re talking about your brother: he has had the words to The Piña Colada Song stuck in his head ever since he first heard it and, when he needs to think, he finds the nearest place that serves sugary breakfast food and eats until he figures out what he's going to do… Or, you know, until be's stuffed.” he explained. “I lived with him for a while when I accidentally flooded my apartment, remember?” the Devils' player chuckled.

“Yeah, but that was like straight out of high school, I wasn’t expecting you to remember these kinds of details.”

“I never forget the tiny things about the people in my life. I still know the name of the perfume my first girlfriend used to wear.”

“You’re a rare finding, Hughes.” Y/N smiled, marveling in how endearing his personality was. “Alright, I’m getting our Julia Roberts. If he makes a run for it, tackle him. Not too hard though, he can’t be bruised or toothless on his wedding day.” she warned, swinging the door open.

“No, let me.” he requested.

“Are you sure?” Y/N checked, wondering how he was planning to deal with the situation.

“Yes. If I screw up, you’ll have to be the one to tackle him, though.” Jack joked, climbing out of the car.

 *

River saw him the minute he walked in, taking another forkful of the insane amount of waffles he'd ordered into his mouth, giving his friend a thumbs up.

“Old habits die hard.” he grinned, sitting in front of him and grabbing the fork from his hands, stealing a portion of the chocolate covered delight he had yet to finish devouring.

“Seems like it, you still think I’m willing to share my food.” the designer smirked, snatching his fork back. “What are you doing here, doofus?”

Jack took a deep breath, fidgeting with his fingers and avoiding eye contact with the groom.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking long and hard about this and…. I think we should be together.”

The eldest Y/L/N got up immediately, reaching over the table to pinch his biceps the hardest he could repeatedly.

“What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You?” River growled in between pinches.

“Ow! Ow! Jesus, stop!” he begged, the groom's assault leaving small red marks on his skin.

“I’m getting married today to a man I love unconditionally, I’m not going to leave him to be with you! Are you insane? This is exactly why you should never invite men to your wedding, or anywhere really, you never know when they strike with shit like this!” the designer rambled, fuming. “Unbelievable! You’re one of my oldest friends! Did you hit your head? Jack Rowden Hughes, you fucking dumbass!”

“Calm down, I was only joking!” Jack protested, rubbing his sore arms. “I just wanted to make sure you were still going through with it. Damn, you sure are stronger than you look.” he laughed.

“This is not funny, Jack! What gave you the idea it wasn’t happening and why in the world are you in pajamas in public?”

“Didn’t really have time to change. You left while everyone else was asleep, didn’t tell a living soul where you were going and you’re sitting here eating a ridiculous amount of food by yourself, only a few hours away from one of the most important events of your life.”

His friend stopped chewing, coming to his senses. It did sound like he had cold feet.

“My mother told me she spent her entire wedding reception going around talking to the guests and barely got anything to eat so I just figured I’d get as much food in my stomach as I could while I had the opportunity.” he confided, drinking the rest of his coffee. “Plus, Cole is like a human furnace, I couldn’t take spending another hour lying in bed with him using me as a body pillow.”

Jack let out a hearty laugh, imagining River trying to sneak out without waking up their friend. He smiled in response, signaling the waitress to bring him the check.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” the hockey player asked, reaching for the bill, taking his wallet out to pay.

“I know you remembered my stress eating habits.” he replied. “You’re a really good guy, Jack Hughes. Never forget that.”

He looked up at him, returning his sincere grin and placing money on the table.

“Thanks, Riv.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. If you tell anyone I will deny it.” River joked. “Oh, and I am paying for my food, thank you very much.”

“Nonsense. I kind of forgot your wedding present at home so… I guess the heavy breakfast will have to do for now.”

“You don’t…” he began to protest.

“I know, but it’s my treat. Now, let’s get out of here. Brace yourself for a magnificent set of lectures from two very stressed people. Possibly three. Quinn's not happy with having been awoken by a frantic Cole.”

*

 The minute they arrived back at the cabin, Cole grabbed River, almost choking him in a tight embrace, doing his best to keep her voice down so he wouldn’t catch the attention of the three men who were kept in the dark about the whole situation.

Ushering the groom inside, the blond man made it his mission to guard him.

“I made breakfast, it’s on the table. Hurry up, people, we’ve got a wedding to get ready for.” he yelled from upstairs, closing the master bedroom’s door behind him.

Jack sat Y/N Alina at the table, where David, Teevor and Leo had been eating for about ten minutes before they all walked in. The duo immediately treated themselves to the French toasts Cole had made, their stomachs growling with hunger.

“Did you find Ginger?” the groom asked, genuinely worried.

The pair glanced at each other, trying to decide what to say.

“Mmm… Yeah, Quinny and Turc found her.” the doctor said, clearing her throat.

As if on cue, the two friends made their grand entrance, with Quinn holding the pup in his arms.

“Did somebody call for the dog whisperers?” the curly-haired man crowed.

“I thought we agreed that sounded corny.” Quinn said through gritted teeth.

“Can I go pet Ginger now, uncle David?” Leo requested, still chewing his food.

“Take your plate to the kitchen first.”

“Thanks!” the little boy chirped, speeding up to the kitchen and quickly making his way back, taking the docile dog from Quinn. “She’s the best!”

“I want you to be upstairs for your shower in ten. Your mom and dad will be here in no time.” David warned, giving his nephew his pretend stern look.

“I know, I know.”

“Well, I should head up. I’m supposed to help River with the outfit and the stress.” Y/N chuckled, getting up and picking her plate up as the dog catchers relished in the deliciousness of the homemade breakfast. “Wait, the dishes still need to be done.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty of time to do that.” David assured her, taking the piece of porcelain from her hands. “Go see my man.” he smiled.

“Alright, I’m off. Keep in mind once I step foot in that room I’m no longer your friend, I’m the maid of honor and I will act accordingly.” the coach's daughter joked, squeezing Jack's shoulder lightly.

The Devils' player resisted the sudden urge to cover her hand with his, not wanting her to leave but knowing full well she had to. After all, she had been entrusted with one of the most important tasks at a wedding: groom duty. Who was going to hold the bouquet? Y/N. Who was going to make polite conversation with family members to help the newlyweds escape them so they could mingle with other guests? Y/N. He knew how crucial the beautiful woman’s part was on her brother’s special day, so he couldn’t silently beg her to stay and talk until it was time. If only.

*
The clock struck a quarter to four. Cars continuously arrived at the cabin, some having to park along the dirt road that had led them there. Chatty guests started filling up the seats reserved for them in the multi-tiered wooden amphitheater nestled in pine trees, overlooking the lake.

It amazed Jack how breathtaking the venue was. Weddings weren’t normally his thing. Crowded, potentially award events always made him uneasy. Except for this one. The Devils' player wasn’t thinking about an excuse to cut his stay short after the ceremony, not this time. At that precise moment, as he stood in the aisle, his hands buried in his pockets, he was wondering what the beautiful woman he had known for a decade was doing. Probably containing a scary version of the usually calm and collected River Y/L/N, he thought to himself, chuckling.

“I think you can only walk around with your bow tie undone during the reception. Wedding etiquette.” Y/N spoke from behind him, as if she had magically read his mind and decided to grace him with her presence.

Turning around, much like the eager groom as his bride arrives at the altar, Jack felt the wind being knocked out of him.

In a beige, gold-tone and multicolor silk blend fill loose coupé floral dress with a deep V-neck, sporting her hair in a cascading half updo that perfectly framed her face, Y/N Y/L/N smirked up at her friend, oblivious to the way the brunette man’s chin had almost dropped to the ground.

The short, sleeveless design, featuring a drawstring waist with a hanging tassel and pleated details, was nothing short of astonishing. Accentuating her natural curves and glowing skin, it seemed like it had been made specifically and exclusively for the doctor to wear. Now the image of that magnificent woman in that dress, under the afternoon sunlight that bathed the clearing where they currently stood, was permanently engraved into his brain.

“How do I look?” she inquired, goofily spinning around. “If I were at home getting ready for a party or something, Joey would be begging me to do the princess twirl.”

“You look… Hmmm…” he stuttered, struggling to find words that wouldn’t completely give him out as the dumbfounded mess he was.

“River demanded I’d wear something that would make me look ethereal, which I find to be totally subjective. Heaven doesn’t look the same to everyone, right?” I am totally rambling right now, but - ”

“You look mesmerizing, Y/N.”

The four words slipped off his tongue easily and they were both surprised at the smooth tone of his voice, exponentially steadier than it usually was around her. He couldn’t have said truer words even if he had tried.

Blushing slightly, the petite woman looked away, giving him a peek of the diamond rose gold asymmetric ear cuff she wore on her right ear. The sweeping wing motif evoked an enigmatic blend of fantastical creatures and angels, which only seemed appropriate for the occasion and the landscape surrounding them.

“What’s up with the bow, though?”

“I can’t tie it.” Jack admitted, his shoulders slumping down in shame.

The doctor shook her head, reaching up to grab both ends of his ow tie and starting to fumble around with the piece of fabric.

“How’s the groom?”

“I think my mom and dad might be freaking out more than he is. It’s funny, actually, I-”

“Y/N Y/L/N, where were you? You should be placing the baggies with the rose petals under the chairs! You know the wedding planner completely forgot about them.” Cole reprimanded, holding a basket full of what seemed to be small golden antique satin pouches in his arms.

“Don’t people usually throw rice or something?” a very confused Jack asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

“Not anymore. Apparently, it’s bad for the birds, so I guess we’re just going to have to make it through with the rose petals.” Y/N mocked, teasing Cole.

“There’s no time to joke around, young lady. And what the hell are you doing to the poor man’s bow tie?”

Jack merely looked down, seeing how Y/N had been merely trying to do the bunny ear trick to get the fabric in place. Their friend handed the basked full of bags to the doctor, fixing the mess she had made and signaling for her to follow him once he was done.

“I thought you knew what you were doing?” he shouted as she walked away.

“I never said I did.” Y/N shrugged, winking at him. “Buckle up, Hughes, we’re getting this show on the road.”

*

 “Please be seated. Yes, I am talking to you two youngsters in the second row. Come on.” the officiant, Mr. Brennan, scolded jokingly, waiting for the dynamic duo to stop arguing over who got to sit next to who so he could begin the ceremony. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God, surrounded by family and friends, to join together River and David in holy matrimony.”

Jack stared down at his knuckles, remembering the years he had spent seeing a band much like the one he had seen Sean, the groom’s brother, store in his pocket a few minutes before, in Y/N's hand, in pictures he saw on social media or at their friends’ homes.

“If anyone can show just cause why they may not lawfully be joined together, speak now or forever hold your peace.” the septuagenarian declared, looking around to make sure no one spoke or got up before he continued. “Very well, we’ll proceed with the ceremony then.”

Daring to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful maid of honor he had ever seen, the brunette man licked his lips as his eyes locked with Y/N's, managing to steal a cheeky smile from her.

“Marriage deepens and enriches every facet of life. Happiness is fuller; memories are fresher; commitment is stronger. Marriage understands and forgives the mistakes life is unable to avoid. It encourages and nurtures new experiences and new experiences and new ways of expressing love through the seasons of life. In his letter to the Corinthians, Paul wrote: love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth; love bears all things, endures all things; love never ends.”

Y/N took in the priest’s words. Love never ends, but it suffers somewhat of a metamorphosis. We never stop loving someone, the love we feel just fits into another category. It turns into a different kind of affection. She’d somehow have feelings for Charlie, but she wasn’t in love with him anymore. She hadn’t been in many years. That was the difference. The doctor gazed at the wonderful scenery around her: it was perfect, something she could only assume had come out of one of Joey's fairytale books.

“Your relationship will take more than love. It will take trust, dedication, to stay open to one another, to learn and grow, even when it’s difficult to do so. And faith, to go forward together without knowing what the future holds for you. While love is our natural state of being, these other qualities are not as easy to come by. They are not a destination, but a journey. Marriage is a give and take between two personalities. You are mature enough to know the difference between dreams and reality. You also know that good times are sweeter when shared and that difficult times are less harsh when borne by two. Tomorrow can bring you the greatest of joys, but today is the day it all begins.” the officiant proclaimed, motioning for the couple to join hands.

Her warm eyes laid on the man that, in just a matter of weeks, had come back into her life and filled it with excitement, fun and, most of all, joy. The doctor knew something had changed between them but thinking about navigating through feelings she hadn’t experienced intensely in a long time scared her to death. Letting someone in scared her to death.

“These are the hands that are holding yours on your wedding day as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever. These are the hands that will countless times wipe tears from your eyes, tears of joy and sorrow. These are the hands that will help hold your family together as one as you overcome adversity. These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it. These are the hands that will work alongside yours as together you build your future.”

Jack remembered the times his hands had held Y/N's, the way hers fit into his as if they were simply the last two pieces of a puzzle he had been waiting all his life to assemble. The Devil's noticed how her hands were shaking slightly as she held on to the bouquet.

“David and River, from this moment on, you will never be alone. You will carry with you the love of another person, giving you a renewed lightness. May your life together be immersed in love and excitement. May you strive to enrich each other in every possible way.”

“Yes! Go River and David!” Trevor hooted, pumping his fist up in the air.

Quinn immediately smacked his friend in the back of the head, placing a finger over his lips to get him to shut up.

“Thank you, young man. These two are very lucky to have you cheering them on.” Mr. Brennan chuckled, along with the couple and the rest of the guests. “With that being said… David, do you take River Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do.” the groom replied, surely, as a nervous grin grew on his handsome face.

“And do you, Rover, take David Sawyer as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do. I do. I really do.” the eldest Y/L/N stuttered, radiating happiness with a smile so big you could almost see the teeth in the back of his mouth.

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, taking her hand to her chest as she internally cheered for the couple while Jack gave her a thumbs up from his seat.

“Now, I understand the grooms have a few words to say to each other.” the septuagenarian divulged, turning to face River. “Go ahead, kid.”

Everyone’s eyes were fixated on the groom once again, but his bore into David’s, wanting him to know she meant every word she was about to say.

“We met at a time in my life where I had pretty much given up on the idea of finding you. You, a kind, smart, extremely funny man, who loves me endlessly. David, you took a man circumstance had turned into a skeptic and made him believe he could fall in love again without having to worry about the possibility of having his heart broken. You took the shattered pieces scattered over my chest and put them together with so much patience and love… I could never thank you enough for that. But I can try… And I will, for the rest of our lives.”

David drew a shaky breath, trying to keep the tears in his eyes from falling. Not because he was ashamed of crying, but because he still had his vows to proclaim and he knew once the first few droplets fell, he wouldn’t be able to speak.

“River…” he croaked, clearing his throat after as the blushing groom reached up and wiped the sneaky tear that had escaped his right eye. “Thank you for loving me when I’m happy, when I’m sad, when I’m annoyed and when I’m obnoxious, when I can’t stop talking about things I like and things I can’t stand. Standing here with you today, in the presence of our closest friends and family, I do not regret any of the time we spent together, not even the dumbest fights or that week we decided to break up a few years ago. In the end, we always ended up clinging onto each other, saying we’re sorry. No matter what, we always bounced back. Together. It was all worth it. The good, the bad and the ugly. We’re here. We made it, baby. I solemnly swear to never question your very questionable eating habits, or the reasons why you know the lyrics to every cringy song in the books. I vow to cherish and appreciate you as long as you’ll have me… And long after that because I love you more than words can say. Believe me when I say I do.”

“Beautiful, beautiful words.” the officiant noted. “Now… The rings.”

Sean pulled out a small black velvet box from his blazer’s inner pocket and Y/N looked at her thumb, where the ring that she had been entrusted with rested.

David’s brother handed him the open box, letting him take the stunning wedding band from it.

“Repeat after me as you place the ring on your groom's finger: with this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed.” David almost whispered, reluctantly letting go of his soon-to-be-husband's hand for her to get his matching gold band.

“River…” Mr. Brennan motioned to the designer with an encouraging smile.

The doctor took the band from her thumb and quickly gave it to her brother, grinning like a happy fool, letting out a tiny squeal only Jack seemed to hear, as he covered his face with his hands to stifle a laugh.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” River said in a sing-song voice, eager to hear the officiant's concluding words.

“By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom!”

David stumbled back as his groom flung herself into his arms, kissing him passionately, while everyone around them cheered, clapping enthusiastically. You could feel the love that irradiated from the married couple and that brought happiness to their friends and family.

The maid of honor hurried to straighten up River's jacket he walked down the aisle with his husband, white rose petals falling over and around her beautiful figure. She looked… What was the word? Ethereal. Y/N was a fallen angel. Jack's heart sped up its pace when she looked his way and smiled, for the millionth time that day, scrunching up her nose the way only she knew how to.

He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He was undeniably infatuated with a woman he often held up on a pedestal. He had to say something.

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.

[tommygrace]

A little story that I would like to see happen in the movie.

Five years have passed, and Ada is in politics, Arthur has his own garage and Linda is a teacher, and Lizzie has two children with a normal man, she is married.

The three of them met, because they have to go talk to Tommy. They took Charlie away. Charlie lives with Tommy but some weekends he stays with Lizzie, less and less according to her. The three going to look for Tommy at his house, and they start talking to each other. We find out, that for the world Tommy is dead, except for them. Arthur and Ada ask Lizzie if she has seen Tommy? She tells him that the last time she saw him was when he found out about his illness, that it was a lie, Tommy went to look for them, he reconciled with Charlie but with Lizzie the two decided that it was best to be friends, she deserved someone who really loved her, according to Tommy. And after that time she didn't see him again, but she did find out what happened to him.

It seems that Mosley's men went looking for him, beat him and put him in prison. Ada and Arthur told Lizzie that yes it's true, he was imprisoned for two weeks, but they were able to get him out, with the help of Churchill. And they also said that he was imprisoned in a place, that there were women, children and men, all living there together.

And Tommy met a woman there, also like him, they put her in prison when she was innocent, she didn't do it, but they still sentenced her to 40 years. Ada tells Lizzie that Tommy fell in love with this woman, and that they are still together after 5 years. Lizzie is surprised, she didn't know, Charlie had never told her. Ada tells her that they live together, with Charlie and Duke, in a house in the country. And that they got married. Lizzie doesn't respond, she seems hurt, she asks Ada how the wedding was? She replies that she wasn't there since it was inside the prison. In those two weeks. Lizzie is even more surprised. "But how? If it was a month after he and I"…Ada and Arthur look at her with pity, she finally realizes that Tommy never loved her.

After a while in silence, Lizzie asks them what she is like. They remain silent, and Arthur responds, "we don't know, we don't know her. Tommy doesn't want to, he says that no one can know that she left prison, he is afraid that they will look for her again and take her away".

Ada: "He is very protected with her, I never saw him like that."

Arthur: "Me neither, but… he's happy, my brother is finally happy and has peace. It's the only thing that matters".

Ada: "Yes, he doesn't stop smiling, I have never seen him so happy".

Lizzie looks at them seriously, with a suffering face, she hates that Tommy is happy with another woman, and that he never was happy with her. They continue driving in the car, the three of them, heading to see Tommy.

Now we are outside a house in the countryside. It is a small but beautiful house. We are in the room and we see that Tommy is making love to someone, very passionately, and very slowly. Stop kissing her for a second so he can look at her, and there we see who she is. Grace!!!

We find out that the two work in the fields, with the horses but they also work undercover for Churchill, they are both undercover spies.

Tommy continues making love to her, very passionately. Happy.

We find out that Grace was in that prison this whole time. She was taken away after that night, during which she was shot. In all that time, she had only one visitor. That priest. He informed her that once Tommy does what he has to do, he will come looking for her. That priest never returned. And neither does Tommy. She survived, using her intelligence, her skills, and her strength.

But now, they are finally at peace and happy, living with Charlie and Duke in their small country house. Tommy hugs her every day, because he doesn't want to let her go, never again, a day without her. Finally he is at peace.

[reinelefey]

Being born was something that almost didn't happen for me. Something I've been reminded of all of my life.

My mother was sixteen, rebelling against her parents, acting out when they ignored her reports of what he brother and his friends did to her. Never getting therapy, never knowing how to handle what happened to her, she is hypersexual. She wants to feel worth something. She sleeps with five men, some far older than her, and hopes it will be enough. It isn't.

Instead, it is the beginning of me. Conceived in a back country road, to a woman who claimed she didn't know she was pregnant until 8 weeks before my birth. A lucky stroke she says to me often, as her parents wanted her to abort me. (Some days, I still wish she had. I didn't ask to be in this world, and given the evidence, I'm not sure the world asked for me, either.)

She didn't. And thus began the first battle for the custody of myself. My grandparents pitted against my mother. The legal system biased toward the birthgiver means I miss out on the early childhood I could have had. Instead I am left with my mother as she bounces from man to man, home to home. She loved me, then, for what it was worth. I was a little model for JC Penny, I was always lauded for my behaviour, my intelligence, my ability to read at a young age.

My grandparents had visitation. I got to see them two weekends a month, and I never knew anything different. They always asked me about the handprints on my body, the red marks, the bruises. I demurred. I was an active, clumsy child! I broke my arm playing with a ball in a soft ground horse field! I bumped into things, I fell off things. Never the truth. Never telling how I was disciplined. Never telling about the things I witnessed. The things I was made to do.

The first stepdad I remember owned his own company. John, he was called. He owned a house,- beautiful red brick, large yard, long curved driveway- my mother's dream house. We had a dog called Thor, and many cats. He beat my mother after I went to bed, and taught me to call her names. I can imagine now how jarring it is for a four year old to call you a dirty bitch.

The next one helped us escape him. He had baggage. A dead daughter, an ex wife, an anger problem he took out on his truck at the time. A habit of forcing a five year old to take him in hand, and give him pleasure. Robert was his name. He saved my mum, but introduced me to my first hell.

I started school around now. I began as the weird kid, and remained that way for the rest of school. I couldn't be friends with girls. I tried. I couldn't understand the internal politics. Boys were easier. We lived in an apartment when the stepdad who married my mum, and forced me to watch porn was arrested for killing his other daughter. The one before me. The one who said no.

We returned to living with his mother, my own mother discounting what I told her about what he had done to me. And then? Then she found James.

We moved into a house. My bedroom at the end of the hall, theirs at the other end. If I lied, I was made to bite the soap, when I cursed I was made to drink a tablespoon of Tabasco, after I held it in my mouth until I cried. (I got good at making myself cry.)

Wall sits, eight count body builders, standing in the corner for hours, getting beaten if I look away... James was an ex army Ranger. He'd been in desert storm, and my mum tried to convince me he was my real dad. (Thank god she lied.) He made me call him daddy, and then he took my innocence.

Then I got Bear. Bear was my rottweiler/German Shepherd mix. He was the most loyal dog I've ever had, and slept at my door every night. James suffered several bites. He never told my mum. We moved many times with him. Tennessee, where I walked 4 miles to school in the first grade because my mother didn't want to drive me, and the bus didn't come to the tenement we lived in.

Then to Texas where James raped a 13 year old girl. And got her pregnant. My mum knew, and STAYED with him. I knew my mother wouldn't believe me, if she didn't believe the girl who had his baby, so, I kept my secrets, and took enough Benadryl not to remember when he made me leave the dog outside for the night. My mother had his baby, too. But she still wasn't ready to be a mother. She left me with the newborn, a seven year old, and left to play cards with the neighbour. She still denies she did this, to this day. I can't count the amount of times I collapsed to my knees, begging him to stop crying because I just didn't know what to do.

He had asthma. But it wasn't diagnosed until he almost died. That's why he cried so much. His little lungs HURT. But what did a seven year old know??

At eight, my mum was pregnant again, and we had to run again. This time to Arizona. It may be the only time in my childhood that I was happy. We were only there a few months, before she dragged us back to him in Texas again.

We lived in a cabin, off the grid, even the water was rain water. The beatings, and other things, got worse. I began to hide in the acres of woods around the home. It was me and my dog, and the woods.

When we escaped again, I was nine. We made it to Florida, to my grandparents. The person I was before had been broken. But still, I tried to be who they asked.

Then the towers happened, and my mum got scared she'd die alone. And she decided to move across the country to meet a man who she'd met online. A man who already didn't have custody of two of his kids, a man who drank, lived with his mother, and a man whose family hated me, and my half siblings. I was tortured by this woman. Not allowed to play during the summer, not allowed to go outside. Forced to read and write reports on books I had zero interest in, and if I failed to produce, I'd have my hands hit with a yardstick.

We moved to a trailer with him, and me, four other kids, and a dog. Anything the younger kids did wrong, I was punished for, as "THEY COULDN'T HAVE POSSIBLY DONE IT, THEY'RE BABIES!"

There were not babies, dear reader. One was six. I was barely nine. The abuse continued. I learned to wear several pairs of underpants, so that it hurt less when I got hit. I learned that hiding in the crawlspace in my closet meant a while of peace and quiet, at least, until I came down. The beatings were worse for hiding, but I still climbed up, and immersed myself in Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter, the Gemma Doyle trilogy. Stories of magic, escape, freedom. Stories of all of the things I dreamed of having.

Things came to a head when the children stole food while I was at school, and my "parents" slept in until 2:30 in the afternoon. A solid oaken canoe paddle was broken across my back, hips, and thighs that night. They saw the bruises at school, and finally I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. My grandparents brought me to Florida the march before I turned 10, and I thought things would change.

They didn't though. Not enough...

But that's a story for another day when I've got enough in me to deal with the pain of remembering.

[capricornwriter5]

OUR SEESAW - Chapter 12

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

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Chapter 12 - Save me

By mid-January, classes had already started. Emm was more than thankful when one of her boring professors ended the class earlier. She used that free time to visit her boyfriend at the restaurant where he worked. Fortunately, Yoongi was on one of his breaks, so they could sit down and talk while having a drink.

"You didn't have to bother coming all the way here." Yoongi shyly commented.

"Bother? Why'd it bothered me coming to see you? You're crazy if you think I'd miss seeing you so shy."

“How annoying…” he whispered as she laughed.

"Cute!" Quickly and without anyone seeing them, Emmy pinched the musician's cheeks, something she loved doing because they were so soft. Of course, Yoongi didn't enjoy it that much and his bitter cat face got worse every time she did it.

"If you stop doing this, I'll show you something I have for you."

"What is it? Tell me!" She ordered looking for something Yoongi had nearby, but besides the hot tea in front of him, there was nothing.

Finally, the boy took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table. There were two tickets for…

"Are we going to the fair together?" Emmy's excited cry nearly deafens Yoongi; to tell the truth, it left him unable to hear properly for a few seconds. The girl had been asking him non-stop for at least two weeks, but Yoongi kept saying no, until he finally gave in to her.

“There are TWO conditions if you want me to give you your ticket.” He warned raising his left eyebrow. “First, NO roller coasters.”

"What if I get on and you wait for me?"

"Deal." He said nodding his head.

"What's the second?" Emmy's question was accompanied by a mischievous smile on the musician's face.

“You'll stay at my house for the weekend. Jin has a trip and…”

"Deal." Said the girl without caring about anything else and taking the ticket from her boy's hand, who smiled looking at her. “Can we go on your motorcycle?”

“Do you really like it that much?”

"I can hug you without you complaining or telling me I'm choking you, of course I like it!"

“Hey… don't make me look so bad. I don't complain when you hug me."

"Yes you do, and you do when I squeeze your cheeks."

“I do it because some days ago I appeared on the radio with red cheeks. They all asked me what had happened to me. I swear I looked like Pikachu.”

Time passed quickly between them laughing, but soon Yoongi had to go back inside. Meanwhile, Emmy would wait for him, she would stay at the same table; after all, she already had several assignments piling up. But before the musician left, Emm took his hand and Yoongi felt something in it.

“Tomorrow at 2:00.”

"Huh?"

Not understanding what she was talking about, Yoongi opened his hand and saw a doctor's card. He recognized the name just by looking at it, he was the best orthopedist in Korea. His brother had mentioned him, but only to refer to how impossible it was for someone like him to see his mother. Had Emmy actually gotten it?

"Make sure she goes."

“Emm, this is impossible, we tried to contact him, but his secretary told us that there's no space for new patients and the price is…”

"Yoongs, hush."

"But freckles..."

"He'll take care of your mom, don't worry about it anymore, okay?"

"Emm, we can't afford this."

“Just take her to the appointment, forget about the rest. Now, come on… you need to work, you don't want to get fired.” She said pushing him.

The whole drive home was about Emmy and Yoongi talking about the doctor's appointment thing. It was very challenging to persuade him to accept the help, but in the end, he did. He did it for his mother, of course, but also because he had made an effort to change certain attitudes that were getting him nowhere, and one of those was not accepting help. Also, Emmy was doing it so selflessly and honestly that Yoongi couldn't say no. According to Yoongi, they agreed that it would be a temporary help and that Yoongi would return all medical expenses to her later. Emmy said yes just to go along with him, but she knew she wouldn't accept anything from Yoongi.

Later, the couple had their piano lesson, then prepared dinner together and ate it while watching a basketball match in the comfort of Emmy's couch. It wasn't something the girl commonly did, but she knew Yoongi was passionate about the sport and it was an important game. To tell the truth, it wasn't that bad, seeing Yoongi that thrilled ended up being very funny. But even more comic was how offended he was that Emmy had fallen asleep. It was enough for the girl to rest her head for a moment on Yoongi's shoulder so that in seconds she would already have snored. After that incident, the musician made sure to ask her every two minutes if she was awake, something that became so irritating that Emm kicked him so he could leave her alone. It wasn't in Emmy's plans to kick him so aggressively; however, Yoongi had caught her about to fall asleep again and that aroused her anger.

While putting ice on Yoongi's leg so the pain could numb, Emmy couldn't suppress her laughter. Yoongi kept whining, even pouting, because of how hard she had hit him.

"I'd NEVER wake you up again. Not only did I end up injured, but I also couldn't finish watching the game."

“Don't be such a crybaby. You didn't even pay attention to the game because you kept bullying me. See what I'm telling you, Yoongs? You can't be without me, you can't even bear to watch a game without me." She teased tickling him until the musician took her hands.

“You are saved ONLY because I must leave early so I can take mom to her appointment.”

“I can tell Mr. Siu to take you." She offered talking about her driver. "I wouldn't mind walking to class with Hobi."

"No, princess, it's enough." He said tucking her hair behind her ear. "You've already helped me more than I can thank you for."

"But…"

Yoongi silenced her with a sweet kiss on the forehead. "Go to sleep, no more practice for today." 

“Good luck with your mom. I'm sure the doctor will help you and sooner than you think, she'll be fine. Call me when you're out of the doctor's appointment."

Yoongi agreed with a smile, and after thanking Emmy again, he left. 

************

The next morning, Emmy had barely woken up when there was a knock on the door. She didn't quite understand why her driver was there so early and why he was dressed so formally. 

"Miss, you have to hurry up, we must go!"

“Mr. Siu, what are you talking about? Where are we going? My classes haven't started yet."

“The flight, we're gonna miss the flight! Remember how upset the pilot was the last time you and Mr. Woosung made him wait for two hours.”

"Flight? No… I don't have any scheduled flights.”

"Miss Emmy, you went out yesterday, right?" No… that wasn't it, he knew Emmy, he knew how she woke up when she had gone to a party the night before. He was more than used to seeing her with a headache and in a bad mood from a hangover, and that morning she didn't look like that, she just seemed lost. "Oh no! Please don't tell me you didn't read Hana's emails again." Hana was Emmy's legal representative, she was in charge of dealing with family legal matters, but Emmy had a terrible habit of forgetting to read what she sent her.

That's how she took her cell phone and searched directly for Hana's latest email. The last thing she expected was to see that she was forwarding an email from her family's lawyer's office.

"Shit!" She cursed reading the summons. 

The girl had managed to stay moderately away from the family business while she was studying, she knew that once she graduated, she would have to work with them, but in the meantime, she could avoid awkward encounters with her sister and her father.

Emmy had been more than honest with Hana about how sour her relationship with her family was. She had expressed her wish to have nothing to do with them unless it was absolutely necessary, which was the case that morning. There would be a meeting with the Italian shareholders. Emmy's mother was Italian, which allowed the family business to expand. To tell the truth, the Italian cases generated even more money than the Korean ones, which was why they had constant meetings in Italy. Normally, Emmy would get Hanna to take her place, but when it was meetings with the foreign shareholders, that is, the family on her mother's side, there was no other option but to attend. As much as Seri and Emmy herself would have loved to get rid of that obligation, the email said very clearly that she must attend. 

"Shit..." She repeated still in shock and with the cell phone in her hand. Not only would she have to face her sister, but she would also have to deal with her father and make decisions about things she had no interest in at all. Then, there would be a dinner, where she would be forced to sit next to Seri and then everything would go downhill.

Emmy could mentally depict what that night would be like and the worst part was that they were not imaginary scenarios because when it came to her family, the reality was always worse than fiction, everything always turned out worse than imagined. 

Although there was something not THAT terrible, if it was a meeting with her mother's family, her cousins ​​would be there, and even though Seri had tried several times, she hadn't succeeded in completely ruining Emmy's relationship with them. At least someone wouldn't ignore her at the meeting. It wasn't that her aunts and uncles were nasty people, but they were too busy making money and winning cases to pay any attention to the youngest heiress.

Hana managed to keep Emmy from sharing a plane with her father or Seri. The family had two private planes, one owned by her father and used by no one but him, not even Seri. The second plane was taken in turns by the two sisters and their assistants always made sure that they did not coincide. However, it had not been easy to get the sisters to travel with different schedules. Naturally, the one who had the worst part was Emmy. Seri would arrive in Italy earlier, she would have time to rest, Emmy would take an exhausting flight of almost twelve hours; then, a driver would be waiting for her to take her to her family's offices.

Despite so much agitation, Emmy managed to take the flight. If it hadn't been for Mr. Siu's help, the consequences of Emmy not going to that meeting would have been catastrophic. 

However, it was enough for Emmy to get on that plane for the anxiety and intrusive thoughts to start choking her. Unfortunately, the hands she held onto to try to survive those crises were even deadlier than the first ones, they choked her in a different and deadlier way. Those hands were disguised as fine jewelry that Emmy took out of her bag. They all shared one characteristic, all the pieces of jewelry had clasps, which housed various types of drugs. She could choose what she wanted, she had complete freedom, she always had, the question was, how did she want to feel? Did she need peace? Or maybe a small dose of euphoria? 

It was painfully sad to see such a young girl succumb to drugs like that. She had friends who adored her and a boyfriend who would die for her. There were other options for her, but Emmy had never allowed them to offer a hand; after all, accepting an addiction problem was not easy for anyone.

She chose how she wanted to evade her reality. However, the episode of guilt and regret that followed was dreadful. She had stayed clean for quite some time, longer than she had lasted before, however, some seconds were enough for Emmy to ruin all that progress.

As expected, the meeting turned out to be unbearably awkward, and though she tried not to make eye contact with her sister, Seri missed no opportunity to bug her in countless ways. 

Dinner was no less uncomfortable, every time one of her cousins came up to talk to her, Seri got to avoid it. In fact, the only thing stopping Seri from making a fool of her little sister in front of everyone was that, like it or not, she and Emmy shared a last name, and it would be terribly humiliating if her name were in the same sentence as an incompetent girl.

More than once Emmy excused herself to go to the bathroom and consume something that would help her endure such an evening, but she couldn't abuse it either, if she lost control of herself, Seri would notice. Emm just needed enough drugs to stand firm and not collapse with her sister's comments and her father's apathy and indifference. 

Emm was nailing it, but Seri's slam dunk was just waiting for the perfect moment.

Emmy had been silent until one of her cousins ​​asked her what she thought about how the case of a politician accused of corruption would be handled. Seri had already said a few hours ago what they would do. Since it was an important case and she was such a competent lawyer, nobody said a word. Yet, Emmy identified a mistake that, while it seemed small, could bring down the entire case. For obvious reasons she didn't say anything, she would never dare to interrupt her sister. However, when her cousin asked her, she had just consumed a little more and the adrenaline rush led her to speak. Emmy hated the legal profession, but to Seri's bad luck, her sister was too smart and she had just proved it without intending it. 

Everyone at the table heard her speak and their jaws dropped. Since when was little Emmy so sharp? It was what everyone wondered about. Even her father looked at her intently and then directed a cold look of disappointment at Seri, who took the cup tightly while showing a fake smile while the conversation continued.

"Looks like the college classes are paying off, little sis." Seri commented combing Emmy's hair with her hands. Having her that close was so threatening that Emm felt her hands begin to shake as Seri leaned a little closer to speak into her ear. "Too bad Mom can't be here. Who knows? Maybe seeing you being such a good lawyer would make her forget about the depression she fell into when you were born, the same one that destroyed her. But anyway... we'll never know, she's eternally lying sedated, unconscious, she's dead in life. Luckily you're here taking her place, our little and sweet Emmy." She whispered showing her a twisted smile.

What happened after those words was erased from Emmy's memory. The drug abuse and the shock of her older sister's comment blocked Emmy's thoughts for some time. She wasn't even able to feel the tears that ran down her cheeks from the moment she said goodbye, until she got to the hotel room.

Although that comment was the trigger to relapse, it was nothing new for Emmy, that was the type of relationship she had with her sister.

Of course it hurt every time they met, but she had learned a long time ago to direct all that pain in another direction, hence the parties, drugs, and excesses.

Normally, when she was forced to attend meetings in Italy, she took the opportunity to visit some friends, whose mansions in Capri exceeded any expectations. However, this time she didn't feel as excited to go, she preferred to be at home, watching a basketball game with Yoongi, and playing the piano with him.

"Yoongi!" She squeaked when she realized that among all the madness, she hadn't been able to talk to him.

************

The day before in Korea, at around 4 in the afternoon, Yoongi was already leaving the doctor's appointment with his brother and mother. Although it was not the musician's preferred option, he had to tell his mother that he knew everything about her illness and that from now on, he would be more present. As Emmy told him, the doctor proposed several options, treatments so novel that the family couldn't even imagine, but that would help Yoongi's mother to recover soon. As effective as they were, they were expensive, but when Yoongi tried to talk to the doctor's secretary, she looked at him confused, she didn't understand why he kept asking her how much he owed.

"There must be a misunderstanding, the doctor told me that he won't charge you." 

“But, what about the treatments, the medications, the surgery that…?”

“You don't have to worry, all those expenses have been covered. I think we'd better talk about your mother's exams. Could you check that this is the correct address to which we are going to send the results?"

Yoongi confirmed that it was his email, but looking down at the name of the owner of the card that everything had been charged, he was dumbfounded. 

"What did you do, freckles?" 

She was supposed to help him pay just the date doctor's appointment, not everything else.

“Yoongi, is something wrong?” Geumjae asked coming closer once he saw his younger brother's face. “It's a lot of money, right? Don't worry, we'll find a way to…”

"Let's go home, hyung, mom needs to rest." He interrupted walking in front of his brother.

The rest of the day Yoongi tried to contact Emmy, but he was puzzled that the girl didn't answer his messages or calls. Even more strange seemed to him the fact that she had not written to ask him about his mother's appointment. He knew that Emmy was not the type of person who let something important slip by.

The hours went by and when it was time to go to bed, Yoongi got worried, Emmy had never disappeared like that. He didn't want to be a suffocating boyfriend, maybe she needed a little time… He would try to talk to her the next day.

Yet, that wasn't that simple. Yoongi didn't sleep well that night, he dwelled on numerous topics such as the huge sum of money he owed Emm and how he would pay it. He was also tormented by the idea of the girl thinking he was taking advantage of her, which could not be further from the truth. But the most he thought about was why he hadn't heard from her all day.

Yoongi, the person with the worst communication in a relationship, the person with the least attachment was worried that he hadn't talked to his girlfriend. It was not the fact of not knowing about her that anguished him, because no one respected someone's personal space and free time more than Min Yoongi, it was about how strange it was not to hear about Emmy. 

Like night and day, the two of them had been like that since day one. Yoongi barely saw the cell phone, while Emm texted him constantly, Yoongi fell asleep and she called him to tease him and wake him up. So it was indeed strange that she hadn't written to him, even more so considering his mother's appointment. 

At around five in the morning the next day, Yoongi's cell phone rang. That night his sleep was so annoyingly light that by the first buzz, he had already opened his eyes. Seeing Emmy's name on his screen at that hour not only gave him a horrible chill but made him jump up like a spring.

"Freckles! Where are you? Something happened?"

"Yoongs, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm the worst person in the world!" The girl talked until she ran out of breath, and tried to explain everything that had happened and why she hadn't touched her cell phone all day. “What did the doctor say? Is your mother...?"

"Did you eat? Did you get any sleep?"

Yoongi didn't care about the time, nor that she hadn't called him, the only thing that mattered to him was that she was okay. The flight had been very long, and he doubted that she would have enjoyed the meeting with her family.

"But... your mother..."

“Princess, she's alright, everything will be fine thanks to you."

"Aren't you mad?"

"What? Emm, no! I was worried about you. I thought something bad had happened to you."

"Yoongs..." She whispered biting her lip as it began to quiver. It was the first time someone had said something like that to her, the first time someone had expressed sincere concern for her. Emmy couldn't help but feel terribly bad for having relapsed. What would Yoongi say about that? He didn't deserve a partner like that.

"Freckles, what's going on?" he asked turning on his desk lamp when he heard a sob, it was so subtle that he barely managed to hear it. "Are you crying? What happened?"

“No, no… nothing happened. I'm not crying, I must have an allergy, the weather here is a bit different.” The musician was silent because there was something that didn't add up to him, something made him feel a bit restless. “Yoongs, I'm sorry, I know that I promised you that I'd stay with you for the weekend, but I don't think I'll be able to do it." 

"Oh... that's bad news." He said sighing. "But it's okay, don't worry about it. We'll come up with something to send Jin away for another weekend."

“What about our date at the fair?”

“Baby, that can wait. Please get some rest, It must be around ten o'clock. Did you have dinner? Just eating dessert doesn't count." Yoongi's comment brought out a smile, for that's what she had done, she hadn't eaten during dinner, she had only tried a bit of dessert. "Don't go to sleep without eating, okay?"

After asking once more if everything was alright, Yoongi and Emmy ended the call, but not before making sure they would talk later. However, the girl did not think of going to sleep. She felt especially ashamed to return home and look Yoongi in the eye after taking drugs again. 

It was not true that she could not go back to Korea on time, she could perfectly take a commercial flight in case her family's plane was not available. She could also use one of the planes from her friends in Capri, they had offered them to her many times and both she and Woosung had used them to attend such ostentatious parties. However, she couldn't see Yoongi yet, not after doing drugs as she had all day, and as she would for the rest of the week…

➳ Next chapter

[themarinadiaries]

There is something peaceful yet eerie about the woods that I’m just so addicted to. I feel at home there yet completely terrified. I’ve always been drawn to nature and would call myself outdoorsy but I’m adventurous. Growing up in the woods meant a leisurely walk through a town or state forest in the middle of neighborhoods. There weren’t too many get lost in the woods, woods. Growing up I had dense trees between my house and the next with some railroad tracks thrown in there, or just a yard. When I moved to Maine I was amazed by the countless amounts of forests all around me. I made friends who loved being outside and who took me hiking for the first time. I loved it. I love the different trees, rocks, and terrain, but most of all I loved all the different smells. 

Last weekend I went on a mini getaway with a boy who I’m very fond of. It was the first time we went away just the two of us. We stayed in a small cabin in the middle of the woods in Millinocket, Maine. This cabin had no electricity or running water and was heated by a wood stove. There was barely any service, no distractions just me and him. I loved every I was with him. It was perfect.

A little back story about me and this boy. We met during my sophomore year of college through my friend Colin, his brother. I saw him occasionally throughout the rest of college on the few weekends he would come up and visit. I could tell he had a crush on me, but eww that’s colin’s little brother, it’s weird. I also had a boyfriend during the last two years of college. Then New Years 2020 happen. All our friends rented a house in Greenville, Maine it snowed most of the time so we were all stuck inside. This between my boyfriend and I were not good and I could tell things were going to end. At this point, I hadn’t seen my Boyfriend for three weeks and we barely talked. The whole time we were at this house me and the boy were innocently flirting. A week later my boyfriend and I broke up.

Then the pandemic happens, my lease is up and I have no one in Maine to live with, so I move back home to Mass. Flash forward to the day before my birthday Colin and his fiance Rachel invite me over to Colin’s parents for a little joint party for me and the boy because his birthday is the day before mine, I’m older though. The night ended with me really drunk and upset crying in the boy's arms. Since then we’ve had this thing, a situationship we’ll call it. He’s the emotionally unavailable guy who has never been in a relationship and I’m the always in a relationship girl. Drastically different experiences with love yet we’re drawn to each other. Over the course of two years now we go through this cycle of talking all the time and seeing each other then things get too real and, in my opinion, he gets scared, does something stupid, and we stop talking. However this time he says he feels ready and he’s putting in a lot more effort. We’ll see what happens but I’m hoping for the best and expecting the worse.

He arrived late Thursday night driving straight from getting out of work in Mass. My new friends, that he hasn’t met we giddy and excited to see him, as much as I was. We were all drinking and when my friends drink they can be crazy so I was nervous about how he would react. He handled it well and he sat and drank with us and talked all night long. I finally felt completely comfortable with him. The next morning we got up I took him to a cute little coffee shop, my specialties, and did some grocery shopping for the weekend ahead. The first stop was the ice caves off of golden road. Now this time of year there is no ice yet but it is still a nice easy hike. He was so excited acting like a little kid, now he is the crazy adventurous up-for-anything type. Halfway through our hike, we come across a guy and his grandson in bright fluorescent orange. I felt my stomach drop, how could I forget it’s hunting season and they allow hunting in these woods. The man warned us and advised us that we should really be wearing orange. We thanked him and continued with our hike, we hadn’t seen anyone else but I was on edge and I could tell he was too. He picked up the pace and I tried to keep up. We made it to the cave I watched as his face lit up I couldn’t help but smile. I went down the first ladder and was shaking, there was no way I was making it into the cave. I watched from above as he climbed all around talking about how amazing and incredible it was. As we were heading back to the car we heard one single gunshot I jumped and he started picking up speed big time talking the whole time. We made it back to the car safe where the man and his grandson were eating their lunch. 

We started heading to the cabin following the directions provided to us by the owners since there was no reception. We turned onto a dirt road which turned into a series of dirt roads that looked like old logging roads. If we were going to see a moose this is where it would be. As we pulled into the driveway we were greeted by a big black fluffy dog who we soon found out was named Andy. We were shown to our cabin and settled in. He started the wood stove for me as I was already freezing and he talked about how excited he was to go canoeing, I was not sharing his excitement. To my luck, it rained the rest of the weekend so that meant no canoeing. We spent the weekend playing games, talking, drinking wine, and enjoying each other's company. 

It was something out of a movie and it was weird. I guess with him I just expect something bad to happen and him to leave but that didn’t happen. He held me and I held him until he had to leave and go back to Mass. Now I don't know when I’ll see him again or what we even are. Are we still in this situationship? It doesn’t feel like it but we aren’t in an actual relationship. It’s like we're stuck in this purgatory unsure of what will happen next and that scares me. 

[maladaptivedaydreamingbullshit]

The Vanishing of Will Byers +You(S1E1)

Pairing: No romantic pairs.

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jim Hopper, Mrs/Mr. Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Barbra Holland, Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Holly Wheeler, You(y/n)

Summary: "You" are inserted into the world of Stranger Things. Season 1, Episode 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers ~Basically this is my DR for Stranger things but instead of my name I just put y/n.~

Word Count: 2,280

A/N: I started watching Stranger Things from the beginning so I could crush trivia, but my neurodivergent brain was like-- Okay? This is our identity now. So here we are. I have the first 4 episodes done and will try to do the rest of season one by the end of next week. Also rip if the tense changes because that is my main weakness.

Warnings: cussing, underage selling of drugs/alcohol, maybe others- let me know.

Stranger Things insert:

Season 1: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

I shouldn’t have left. I was supposed to be there for them... for him.

I was the monitor, the babysitter if you want to call it that. Their parents trusted me to make sure there wasn’t any cursing, extreme violence, or anything not meant for kids at the Dungeon and Dragons campaigns. I mostly agreed for Mrs. Wheeler’s food, and to get out of Hopper’s house. It always smelled like stale beer and cigarette smoke.

Mike. Dustin. Lucas. Will. All like little brothers to me. I mean sure, they didn’t like sports and just played DND all weekend, but they were genuine kids. I liked hanging out with them and hearing all their theories about all their comics, movies, and TV shows. And like I said, anything is better than being at Hopper’s place. This way, the parents pass me around for free childcare whenever they need it and I get a nice meal and a roof over my head.

My parents died when I was super small. According to everyone in Hawkings, they were, “Great people that everyone got along with and helped out whenever they could.” Real pillars of the community type of folks. Their case was never really solved. I’ve always felt weird about it, but no one really talks about it. From then on, I was passed around the community as a foster kid until Jim Hopper got the Shariff position and took me in permanently. He had his own shit to deal with, so we were basically just each other’s crutch. Not healthy, but the best we had. I was 10 then, now I’m 14 but I turn 15 in January. Hopper isn’t the worst foster dad or anything. We get along and he tries to do the whole ‘parent thing.’ I mean he even lets me drive his truck so I can practice for my license, but it is far from the true American Family dynamic.

—

It was right after Halloween and the kids wanted to play this campaign they had been putting together. They were 5 hours in, and I was totally bored. I had so much studying to do and it was impossible to do with Dustin and Lucas screaming at each other every 10 minutes.

“We should go back into the forest; we might have missed some things!”

“What? No! We need to keep going forward!”

It was endless.

“Oh—my—GOD! PLEASE! You are so loud! Can you do this just a BIT quieter?”

I sigh, draping the math book over my face. I have been trying to do the same question for 30 minutes.

They all looked over at me.

“Sorry, y/n.” Will stuttered. He was looking over his notes frantically to check if they should go back or not.

“Yeah, sorry y/n-- But DUSTIN is trying to lead us to failure. We don’t have all the tools to defeat the Demogorgon!” Lucas crossed his arms with a huff.

“WHAT? Will is more than capable of handling it with all the stuff we have. LUCAS is trying to waste our time with trivial things. Y/n I am sorry, but it is his fault.” Dustin was standing at this point, eyes narrowed at Lucas.

“I don’t CARE! Look, I love you—I really do! But shit guys, I have to study. I am just gonna go home early. Are you all okay if I leave?”

They all nodded and apologized some more. I grabbed my bag, hugged everyone, and ruffled Will’s hair. “Wicked!! Thanks guys!”

I ran upstairs and grabbed the Tupperware container of food Mrs. Wheeler set out for me. “Thanks Mrs. Wheeler! Gotta jet!”

I got on my bike and headed to Hopper’s house hoping he was at work or maybe just out doing whatever he does. I needed some peace and quiet. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything he has done for me, but the consistent smoking is heinous.

When I got there, Hopper’s truck was gone. Thank god. I spent the rest of the day doing my homework and studying. It was around 8:30pm and Hopper still wasn’t home. I was about to call the police station, but the power went out. It kept flickering off and on for what seemed to be an hour. I cut my losses and go to bed. Hopper will probably be back soon.

—

My alarm woke me up. Guess the power is back on. I made some breakfast for me and Hopper while he was passed out on the couch. As I headed out the door, a feeling of dread covered me. I tried to shake it off, but there was a weird electricity in the air. It felt— off.

I got off my bike and noticed that Will’s bike wasn’t there. He usually gets to school pretty early to miss those wannabe bullies. I shrugged it off, but still had that gross feeling. I didn’t get to see the other kids, before Steve Harrington pulled me into a bathroom. Oh, Tommy and Carol were there, too. Great.

“Can I help you?” I glared at the couple all but making out.

“Don’t look so jealous, y/n. You can always ask to join.” Tommy winked at me while Carol made kissy faces.

“Bite me!” I snapped back.

“Hey now,” Steve turned me, so I was just facing him. “Is that any way to talk to your best friend?”

I rolled my eyes and just stared at him.

“Look, I was just checking in on you. You’re spending so much time with those lame ass kids. I get that you’re getting Mrs. Wheeler’s homemade food, but you could always stay at my house.” He put his arm around my shoulders while extending his so-called hospitality.

I shrugged him off.

“Please, so I can have my choice of microwave dinners and your parents screaming at each other all the time? No thanks. And I am fine. Honestly, I thought you would want me to hang out with the Wheelers. With how hard you’re trying to get into Nancy’s pants.” I said looking at him, feigning innocence.

Steve chuckles, then pushes me against the wall.

“Shut your mouth y/n. I would hate for all the parents to find out their precious little babysitter sells weed and alcohol on the side.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Is that what this is about? Making sure I don’t go straight edge on ya?” I scoff at him, “Whatever, dude. My lips are sealed.”

The warning bell rings and Steve steps away from me. I mimic zipping my lips and give him the fake key.

“Good girl,” he says, ushering me out.

I can’t stand him. How he gets all those girls to fall for him, I’ll never know.

—

That feeling never left. It just kept weighing heavier and heavier until my head was pounding. I rested my head on the cold metal of my locker. Praying death would just take me already.

“Are you okay??”

I turned my head and saw Nancy and Barbra. “No, I think I am dying. Tell your mom her meatloaf was amazing.”

They laughed and Nancy rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, y/n. You look sick.” Barbra looked pretty concerned.

“I don’t know, I feel like my head is going to explode. It started this morning..”

“Weird, maybe you should go home. Jonathan didn’t show up either, maybe something is going around.” Nancy fixed her hair in a mirror. 

“Wait, Jonathan isn’t here? I didn’t see Will’s bike this morning either…” I lifted my head. “I’m going to head out, tell Kaminsky it is an emergency.” 

I got my stuff all packed up and bolted out the main doors.

“Y/n?” 

I stopped.

Fuck.

I turned around with a sheepish smile and saw Hopper. 

“Where are you going?” He looked at his watch, “It isn’t 3. Are you actually trying to skip school right now?” 

“Me?? What are you doing here? I don’t feel good and I was going to check on the Byers. Will and Jonathan aren’t here today..” I hoped all the questions would throw him off. 

Hopper gets a faraway look in his eyes and grabs my arm.

“Callahan, tell the front office y/n is going home.”

Callahan does what Hop tells him. I look back at Hopper, “What is going on?”

We get to his truck and wait for Callahan to come back.

“Joyce came to the station this morning. Will is missing.”

My heart dropped. A million questions went through my head, the pounding getting worse. “Wha-”

Callahan opened the truck door and got in. 

“That lady didn’t think I was a real cop. So.. you might have to call them later.” 

—

Hopper told me to stay in his truck while they looked down Mirkwood. How did he just– disappear. He was at Mike’s house yesterday. I was supposed to be there for him. Now he is missing. I shouldn’t have left. This is my fault.. 

BANG!

My mind comes back to reality. Hopper gets into the truck.

“What was that? Did you find something?” 

He had a rough look on his face. “His bike.”

No. My hope dips. If he wasn’t with his bike.. 

“Do you think someone took him? Or.. maybe he was scared by something?” 

Hopper sighed. “I don’t know. But we are going to try to find him.” 

I don’t like how he said try.. 

We pull up to the Byers house, I hop out of the truck before Hopper stops. 

“Joyce! Jonathan! I am so sorry!” 

I run into their arms sobbing. Hopper pulls out Will’s bike and Joyce ushers everyone inside. 

She was following Hopper around, obviously very frustrated. I stay inside and wander into Will’s room. I was looking at his drawings when Hopper called my name. 

“Y/n! Come on, Powell is taking you to the Wheeler’s house. You will stay there for the night.”

“What? No. I am helping tonight!” 

“Absolutely not. We don’t know what happened and I can’t worry about taking care of you and looking for him. Now, GO!” 

Officer Powell ushered me out of the house and into the police car. 

This is so stupid. 

He is my friend. He was my responsibility! I should be looking for him.. 

We pull up to the Wheeler’s and Powell drops me off. 

Mrs. Wheeler made chicken. Mike was arguing with his mom about not helping look for Will. He would look at me for help but I stayed quiet. Nancy then started arguing about studying at Barb’s house. I looked at her, knowing she was lying. Definitely trying to hang out with Steve or something. They all started yelling at each other. Nancy started blaming Will about the curfew. Then. Mike brought up Steve. I looked at Mr. Wheeler as he idly ate his dinner.. Nancy got upset and left. Then, Mike stormed off downstairs. I looked at Holly, then at Mrs. Wheeler. 

“Uh.. this was delicious. But- I.. I’ll go check on Mike.” 

—

Down in the basement, Mike and I sat in a heavy silence. 

“Why didn’t you back me up? Don’t you want to find Will?”

I looked up at him. “Of course I want to find Will! But Hop has already forbidden me from doing so.. Of course.. if he doesn’t find out..”

Mike looks at me, confused. Then it clicks. He grabs his walkie calls for Lucas. 

We pack some supplies and head out. Luckily, I can use Nancy’s old bike. As we head out, we see Steve trying to sneak into Nancy’s room. He looked at me and Mike acting like he wasn’t trying to get on the roof. Mike rolled his eyes. 

“Try using your muscles!” I smirked at him.

He gave me a sarcastic smile and flipped me off.

—

We all make it to Mirkwood. It smelled like rain and started to thunder and lightning. 

“Hey guys? You guys feel that?” Dustin looks up and gets hit in the face by the rain. “ I think maybe we should go back.” 

“No!” Mike says sharply, “We’re not going back. Just stay close. Come on.”

We start into the woods where they found Will’s bike. 

“Just stay on channel six. Don’t do anything stupid.”

I look over and extend my hand towards Dustin. “Come on.. It’s just a little rain.”

—

It was not just rain. 

It was a full blown monsoon sized storm. I tried to keep my windbreaker close around me but the wind and rain cut through it like glass.

We all try screaming for Will, hoping to find him. 

“Guys, I really think we should turn back!” Dustin yells over the storm.

“Seriously, Dustin, if you want to be a baby, then go home already!”

Great.. Again with Lucas and Dustin bickering.

“I'm just being realistic, Lucas!”

“No, you're just being a sissy!”

“Guys come on, chill out.” I moan.

“Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?”

Mike had a concerning look on his face. “Dustin, shut up!”

“I’m just saying, does that seem smart to you?”

There was rustling nearby– “Dustin seriously.. Shut up. Do you guys hear that?” 

There was more rustling and a weird noise. We all turn our flashlights toward the sound.

We all stumble backwards. It is a girl with a shaved head. She’s soaked and has an oversized t-shirt on. 

I look over to the others. They all looked terrified. 

I sigh and reach my hand out to the girl. 

“Come on! Let’s go back and get dry!”

[jerseygirllll]

bittersweet cherries I e.m  CHAPTER 2

previous chapter

couple: eddie munson x aurora henderson (oc)

word count: 830

summary: eddies pov*, hellfire meeting, driving the boys and erica home, reminiscing about aurora, asking about her, small convo with dustin

a/n: surprisingly got another chapter out today, little short, but that's okay. the weekend is close so I should be able to write a few more then. i hope yall enjoy it! :)

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The doors busted wide open, revealing Eddie with both hands on the doors. His hair was in its usual disheveled state, but his typical leather jacket was replaced with his work coveralls. “Okay, dungeon children. We have one hour until I have to be back at the shop. Let’s do this.” He smirked as everyone in the room cheered. 

He walked over to the dungeon master throne he crafted years ago when Hellfire started. “Lady Applejack, your late arrival is going to cost you.” Eddie teased in a sing-song voice. 

“We’ll see about that,” Erica responded curtly. 

The whole group began playing and continued until the hour was up. They left everything in the same place since they were coming back the next morning to complete the last leg of Eddie’s campaign. 

Erica led the group down the high school hallway with her brother, Dustin, Mike, and Eddie, following shortly behind. Arms slung across each other as they recap the events of the meeting, still arguing over one of Mike's crit hits. 

“Kiddos, come on. Pack it into the van. I’m taking all of you home or to Mikes?” Eddie would admit that he loves the boys and cares for them deeply. But never publicly announce it. 

“All to our houses,” Lucas answered, sending him a thumbs up as he was the last to pile into the back of Eddies van. Both doors shut with bits of rust coming off the old handles. 

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“See you guys tomorrow!” Mike, Lucas, and Erica all jumped out of the back of the van and waved Eddie and Dustin off. Dustin also climbed up front to sit next to Eddie, taking a bag of trail mix from his backpack to snack on.

It was just becoming dark, so the sky still had bits of orange and pink mixed together. Street lamps turned on as they continued to drive down the road to Dustin’s house. The radio in the car played a crackly version of a random cassette tape Eddie popped in. 

Over the past year, Eddie and Dustin had grown closer than anyone could imagine. After knowing each other for years, it seemed they were already as close as you could get. Since after you left, it made them grow closer because they both loved and missed you terribly. Eddie had become sort of a brother for Dustin. 

“Hey, uh,” Dustin turned his head to face Eddie, “Kid, you look like a squirrel.” 

“Shoure doh!” His response was barely audible. 

“Anyways, I was gonna ask you… Have y-you heard anything?” Eddies voice had gone quiet and soft. 

Dustin knew you had come home, but after your conversation earlier, he didn’t feel it was his place to tell Eddie you were back. “No. My mom called our aunt the other day but said she was out.”

Dustin felt like shit lying to Eddie. He wanted to make Eddie happy and tell him your back. He could go to your room and see you in person. He could hug you or kiss you. Just seeing you in front of him would make him so happy. 

“Oh, okay.” Eddie sighed and brought his hand up to his mouth, chewing on the nail bed of his thumb. A habit he broke off years ago once Corroed Coffin started getting regular spots at the Hideout. It hurt more when he played, and you helped him break the bad habit. Nevertheless, bad habits creep up fast once there’s an opening. 

“Here, ya go, kid. See ya tomorrow.” Dustin thanked him, grabbed his backpack, and left the van. 

Eddie waited until he got into the house safely, but his hand stopped on the gear shift. He looked through the car's shield to look at your window. The house's siding still has scrapes underneath the window from when he snuck in. Every time he dropped Dustin off after Hellfire, school, or hanging out, he waited and looked at your window. 

Hoping.

Wanting. 

Praying.

That he would see your shadow through the shades dancing to whatever Pat Benatar or Madonna song you had playing on your record player. Or to see you sitting in your wicker chair reading some book he would never understand. 

Nothing was there. No movements, no sounds. You clearly weren’t back, and Eddie had to accept that. 

Eddie switched the gear and backed out of the driveway of your house. 

He was hopeful that you would return. Come back to Hawkins, work at Family Video again, get back together with him, and spend every day together. Just like you guys had planned to do after graduation. Create a life for the two of you like you promised each other. All Eddie could do was wait for you to come back. He was sure that you would; he never gave up on you. Others think he's reaching a bit for the stars, but you never know.

A cigarette soon met his lips as a tear fell from his cheek. 

“S-shit.” 

[polyamorouspunk]

When I was 17 (I'm now 24), it came out that my father had had a brief (literally twice) affair with my mother's best friend back when I was 2. She was like a second mother to me, and her kids were practically my siblings. I found out because I got home from a weekend away with cadets and my mother was out (she'd just found out and had gone for a drive) and my father was having a massive anxiety attack, so I cycled 5 miles to her house because I thought that was a safe place and she told me. I didn't touch my father or speak to him in anything other than monosyllables for eight weeks.

Growing up my (Savvy) favorite thing in the world (and still is) was canoeing, a love found from joining a canoe team with my best friend where we practiced 5 Sunday a year before going up to the Catskill Mountains for a weekend every year to race in what was the best weekend of my life and at times the only thing that kept me going when I was considering suicide. Today, in fact, my best friend and I are going to get matching tattoos of raccoons in a canoe together as “us” to commemorate those memories and the times we shared and how it brought us together.

When I was 14 my mom took us (my best friend, my neighbor who is basically my sister, and our other friend who we no longer speak to for various reasons) to our scheduled weekend in New York and a few months after that my parents started the divorce process. It wasn’t a “messy” divorce but it was enough that as a minor my mom sheltered me from it as best she could with the help of my brother, who was living with us at the time while he attended college.

Later I found out from my mother that my dad had been in love with her best friend for their entire 25 year marriage and had just “settled” for my mom until her best friend, who has been in 3 marriages or at least had 3 different kids with 3 different fathers, had decided to cheat on her current husband with my dad starting that weekend and they didn’t intend to stop.

My mom advocated for me to have a healthy relationship with my father which I whole-heartedly rejected and she worried that someday I would “regret not maintain a relationship with him”. To this day at 22 I still have 0 regrets with cutting him off by the time I moved from where I’m staying rn (CT) to NC. When he inevitably dies I do not plan on attending his funeral. I only kept contact with him from age 14-18 because my mom insisted on it because she felt like it was the “right thing to do” as she felt guilty in “taking away a parent” from me. I think she’s come to really truly believe that I meant what I said when I said I wanted no contact with him and regrets setting up visitation with my father, however she has told me he would sometimes be pushy about seeing me “only around my birthday and Christmas, like that’s the only time he remembers he has a child” so.

Thankfully they’re all in their 50s and I do not have another step sibling because I do not know how I would feel about that. She was my “aunt” and my godmother, my mom was very close with her kids, I wasn’t really, I’m fact my younger cousin (not blood, obviously, it’s not incest just the terminology we used of like “we’re best friends we’re gonna be like aunts to each other’s kids”, which is the same language my best friend and I used as kids too) bullied me quite often and my mom doesn’t really vibe with the resentment I had for him but I remember hiding in my closet when he would come over crying because he fucking traumatized me so like I have 0 problem with not seeing anyone in that family anymore, though her husband and my mom are still close and talk.

Tl;dr been there, done that, got the t-shirt, not as bad or messy as that it seems for me personally but yeah big oof.

[thepropertylovers]

Our Fun-Filled Family Labor Day Weekend

This past weekend we stayed at Getaway House for Labor Day with PJ’s cousin Lauren and her daughter and ate everything in site, stayed up way too late, and took the kids rafting for the firs time.

It all started on Friday night when we arrived at Getaway House. We’ve stayed there before, but this was the longest period of time we’ve ever spent at GH. PJ’s family came and his aunt Karen and cousin Rachel brought us the sweetest little gift basket as a thank-you for letting them use The Pavilion at Ocoee Farm for Rachel’s son’s 1st birthday a few weeks back. How thoughtful is that?

The basket was filled with all of our favorite things: cheese, crackers, chocolate, wine. They hit the nail on the head (and maybe had a little help from Lauren in picking out the items).

We ate dinner (hotdogs and chips!) and talked for hours. It was the perfect night to start the weekend off.

The next morning PJ headed off to the farm first thing to take care of a few loose ends for a few hours. Lauren and I let the kids play in the creek while we made a little setup for ourselves complete with a hammock, lounge chair, citronella candle, and our books.

After a while, PJ came back to Getaway House with a brilliant idea on how to spend the rest of the day: rafting!! The kids had never been and it felt like the perfect way to do a little resting while also having fun. It had rained all morning but by then, the rain had let up, so it felt like a sign. We loaded up and drove a few miles down the road to Webb Brothers to get our rafts and oars and life jackets.

If you’ve never rafted down the Hiwassee River, I highly recommend it. It’s peaceful and fun and slightly thrilling all at the same time. And might I suggest you use Webb Brothers? They load you into the back of a truck and drive you to the top of the river to let in so you can float all the way down.

The 10 minute truck ride is fun all in itself:

Once we put our rafts in and all climbed in each of them, the ice cold water hit me like a breath of fresh air, invigorating my senses and I instantly felt grateful for PJ suggesting we do this.

We all took turns with the kids and they were constantly (and safely) switching between rafts. Sometimes it would be one of us alone in our own raft and sometimes we’d be with all the kids. That was part of the fun and freedom of it all.

When you’re out there on the water and it’s just you and the trees on either side of you and the fresh air, you feel like you might as well be the only person alive. Just you and nature. But then you look around and see your kid’s face grinning from ear to ear because how cool of an experience is this and suddenly you’re so glad it’s not just you and nature.

We both were so happy we got to experience this with the three of them (and our cousin and her daughter!!).

Though you had to use your oar most of the time, there were many calm parts to the river where you could put your oar away and just peacefully float on down. There was a certain stillness to these times that I wish I could freeze and bottle up forever.

It’s a good thing I brought my camera to do just that.

Riah and PJ spent the most time together and every time I would look over, PJ would be messing with him with his oar or rubbing his feet in Riah’s face, much to Riah’s delight. I love how his legs are propped up on PJ’s shoulders in this picture, just hanging out. He’s so cool.

As we were nearing the end of the trip, we passed under a bridge filled with Muscovy ducks.

The next day it rained nonstop, forcing us to slow down and play card games inside Lauren’s camper while we ate cinnamon rolls. We watched our favorite Disney movies and drank soda and ate chips and did whatever we wanted. A true staycation, no?

Later that evening, with the rain still going strong outside, we were staying nice and dry inside with some wine and calming jazz music playing. My mom drove out to spend a few hours with us and decided to stay for dinner.

Speaking of dinner, PJ made one of our favorite recipes that we haven’t had in forever: Shrimp Scampi with Roasted Peppers and Spinach. It’s so easy and only takes a few minutes to throw together. Aren’t those the best kind of recipes?

2/3 of my entire world in one photo:

The kids didn’t care too much for it but everyone else enjoyed it. I made a salad and cut up some French bread and it was a hit.

We ended the night with chocolate chip s’mores, a genius idea from PJ.

Yes they were as good as they look.

By Monday morning, the rain was still pouring down. We sipped on our coffee while we made bacon and eggs and biscuits for everyone before packing everything up to head home. This weekend made us realize how much we love spending time and raising our kids with Lauren. PJ and her were best friends growing up and I love the idea that our kids will be the exact same.

She is so easy going and if we forgot something, she had it on hand (salt and pepper, medicine, bug spray, you name it). I'm already looking forward to our next adventure together.

And though we were sad to be leaving everyone and heading back to real life (and work), there was something so refreshing and rewarding about walking in our front door. We immediately started cleaning up and unpacking and putting things back in order.

It felt so incredibly good to be home, as it always does when coming back from a trip, no matter how close or far away.

[theunicornsystem]

Last weekend, we went camping and hiking at a state park. It was really pretty, and we saw three deer. We called five of our friends while we were at the cabin.   On the drive back, we went shopping at the outlet malls. A thing about having DID/OSDD is that you buy all sorts of clothes—feminine clothes, masculine clothes, childish clothes, formal clothes, colorful clothes, dark clothes… if someone were to look at our closet, they’d probably think “Oh, multiple people share that closet” and they’re technically not wrong.

We went to an indoor playground with our brother and we hadn’t been there in years. Afterward, we went to The Original Pancake House and got delicious strawberry crepes. Then, we went to the library and I got a bunch of books for the littles (child alters). Ruby likes The Critter Club, Dory Fantasmagory, and Sophie Mouse, and Evie likes all of those plus The Boxcar Children, The Babysitters Club, and The Magic Treehouse.

Two weekends ago, I had a tabling event for ANSR—Association for Nonsmokers Minnesota, we’re advocating to end the sale of flavored tobacco. The tabling event was at a Powwow—Native American dance. It was the first Powwow I’d been to. A girl from another school and I got over 100 people to sign cards to mail to local governors advocating to end the sale of flavored tobacco. The ANSR advisors said that was amazing, that sometimes people only get around 20 cards signed, and that we got more cards signed than any time he’s ever seen. I said "Hi! We're association for nonsmokers, we're advocating to end the sale of flavored tobacco. Would you help support our cause by signing this card? Feel free to keep the pen and take candy, sticky notes, stickers, and chapstick. This (paper) is to spread awareness on ending the sale of flavored tobacco, and if you have anyone in your life trying to quit, this (paper) is a resource.” It was a pretty big boost to my confidence, and I also got paid for it. 

Last week, my DECA advisor gave me a shirt he’d gotten for me from the state competition. He said he felt like I worked so hard, put in so much effort, and that my business plan was so good, and that didn’t get acknowledged at the district competition. He got me the shirt because he felt like I should’ve been at the state competition, and that meant a lot to me. After he came back from the national 2024 DECA competition in Anaheim California, he told me that somebody from our school placed top 10 in one of the competitive events. While I wish I could’ve been there, I’m really happy for her.

This weekend, I watched the Disney movie Wish with my mentor. I thought it was good. I won’t give any spoilers. The star was really cute. 

There was a girl at school, and I’ve seen that she has some issues, she swears at people a lot and gets into physical fights. She came up to me and I was wearing a shirt that said “Gender-affirming healthcare saves lives”. She read it out loud and laughed, then got her friends’ attention and they laughed at me too. I was kind of frustrated because it’s hard enough to exist as a trans person without other people’s disrespect and hate. Then she asked, “What’s your opinion on vaping in the bathroom?” I didn’t want to tell her how against it I was because she’d likely retaliate against me, so I hesitated and said “Uh, I’m not going to answer that.” Then, the next day, she came up to me with her friends and said “What do you think about vaping?” I debated whether or not I should tell a behavior interventionist. I didn’t want to come off as the type of person who tattles on every little thing. But at the same time, I didn’t like how she was messing with me, and I’d seen her get aggressive with people before. I did end up telling a behavior interventionist after the second time, he talked to her and she’s going to leave me alone now. If she messes with me again, he says I should stand up to her, that she’s not going to get physically aggressive with me, and tell a behavior interventionist right away.

To end on a good note, Evie (a child alter) was reading Dory Fantasmagory on our Instagram live and lots of friends were there watching and commenting. Eventually, Avery and I came to front, and we googled fun and lighthearted questions to ask each other and shared our answers. It was a really lovely time and we’re grateful for all our online friends. 

Thank you for all your support and encouragement!