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[britishchick09]

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[suituuup]

A Merry Crazy Christmas

for @raincloudtoyoursunshine. Merry Pitchmas!

shoutout to @scylla-ramshorn for the idea :)

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“Bedtime, guys!” 

“Noooooo,” Logan whines, dramatically face planting on the floor of the playroom. “I wanna stay up ‘til Chwistmas!”

Beca rolls her eyes, having expected as much. “Come on Finn, go brush your teeth.” 

Her son nods without objection, shuffling past his mom to head to the bathroom. 

“Logan Jade,” Beca tries the stern voice and full name, even though she’s not really the authoritarian mom; Chloe is, and their youngest knows that perfectly well, and she likes to take advantage of it every time. “I’ve got Santa’s phone number, remember? He won’t be happy to hear you’re not listening to me.” 

Beca’s lost count of how many times she’s threatened to text Santa over the last few weeks. It proved pretty efficient to counter toddler tantrums. 

Logan grumbles in a very Beca way (it’s sort of scary sometimes, how much she acts like her) but pushes to her feet, dramatically dragging them on her way to the bathroom.

Beca waddles after them, one hand supporting her lower back while the other rubs her large belly. 

She’s three days away from her due date, and she’s miserable. Everything aches, her feet and ankles are swollen, and she needs to pee every five minutes. 

Once both kids have washed up, she reads them a bedtime story of Logan’s choice before tucking them in. 

“M’gonna stay awake,” Logan mumbles as Beca tucks the covers around her, even though her lids are steadily drooping. 

Beca smirks knowingly. “Sure you are.” She bends down to kiss the tip of her nose. “Goodnight, baby.” 

She heads to the master next, closing the door behind her. “Kinda wish we could use the Santa card all year long,” she says as she leans against the surface for a moment. 

Chloe chuckles from her spot on the floor, surrounded by a dozen unwrapped presents. “Let me guess, Logan?”

Beca hums and lowers herself on the bed, eyeing the already wrapped pile. “Our kids are spoiled.” 

Chloe grimaces as she looks around as well. “Yeah, we might have gone overboard.” She glances at Beca. “How you feeling?” 

A groan flits through Beca’s lips. “So done with this pregnancy. That baby better be cute.” 

Chloe laughs, pushing to her feet and making her way over. Christmas is only the day after tomorrow, so present-wrapping thankfully doesn’t have to be finished tonight. She sits down next to her wife, kissing her covered shoulder as her head comes to rest over her belly. “A few more days at most.” 

“I know,” Beca sighs, covering Chloe’s hand with her own. “Strong chances this baby is a Logan 2.0, you know that, right?” 

Chloe’s pregnancy with Finn was difficult, and the doctor advised against her carrying again, so when they decided to have a third baby, it was a no brainer that Beca would be the one to get pregnant. 

Chloe simply smiles. “I love that she’s so much like you. I know she’s going to grow up to be a determined, badass and loyal human being like her mama.” 

Beca rolls her eyes at her wife’s cheesiness. “The teenage years coming before that might be the death of us.” She groans again, tilting her head back. “And I need to pee. Again.” 

Chloe pushes to her feet and gives her a boost up. “Call me if you need help up the toilet seat.” 

Beca’s response is a huff as she slowly waddles to the bathroom. She thankfully manages to do everything on her own, and slides into bed when she makes it back, falling asleep to Chloe wrapping more presents. 

The creaking of the bedroom door as it’s pushed open the next morning draws her out of her slumber. She cracks one eye open to see her two kids tip-toeing inside, hair disheveled from sleep. 

“No baby yet,” their youngest, Logan, whispers to her older brother Finn. “Maybe he’s waiting ‘til Chwistmas morning!” 

“Maybe,” Finn whispers back. “I don’t think the baby knows when Christmas morning is, though.” 

“I tell,” Logan states decidedly, walking over. 

Beca’s lying on her side with a pillow wedged between her thighs and another behind her back, the only position she’s able to fall asleep in. Chloe’s somewhere behind her, but cuddling has been off limits for the past month as Beca gets as hot as a freaking furnace during the night. 

While Finn climbs onto the mattress, Logan comes to stop in front of Beca. 

“Whatcha doing, Munchkin?” Beca mumbles sleepily as Logan presses her ear to her large bump. 

“I listen to the baby,” she murmurs, eyebrows stitched together in focus. “Why’s it late, Mama?” 

“I guess they like where he is now. Warm and comfortable. You two were late, too.” 

“But the baby can’t miss Christmas,” Logan points out with a heavy frown. 

Beca chuckles, reaching out to smooth her hand over her hair. “There’s always next Christmas.” 

“Where’s Mommy?” Finn asks after a beat. 

Because of the mountain of pillows, Beca didn’t notice her wife wasn’t in bed anymore.

“Probably downstairs making breakfast,” she answers. “Wanna go see if she needs help?” 

Both kids nod and Logan follows her brother out and down the stairs while Beca spends a few seconds struggling to sit up. 

“Mama!” Finn’s shout makes her freeze on her way to the bathroom. He appears in the doorway a handful of seconds later, worry flashing in his features. “Mommy fell!” 

Beca blinks. “What do you mean she fell? Where’s she??” 

“Outside, she says she can’t get up!” 

“What?” Ignoring her bladder about to burst, Beca makes her way downstairs as quickly as possible given her state and follows Finn to the open front door. She gasps upon finding Chloe sprawled out on her back in the snow covered driveway, a shovel laying next to her. “Baby, what happened??” 

Chloe groans. “Don’t come out here, it’s slippery.” She huffs. “I think I threw my back out.” 

“Oh no.” Beca grimaces, eyeing the state of the driveway and debating whether it’s safe for her to go help Chloe. With the giant watermelon weighing her down, she’s got more chance of face planting than successfully dragging Chloe up. “Hold on tight, babe, I’ll call one of the neighbors.” 

“It’s okay, Mommy!” Logan calls out sweetly before Beca ushers them inside so they don’t catch a cold as they’re only wearing their pajamas and it’s freaking freezing. 

She grabs her phone and makes a few calls, eventually managing to get a hold of their across the street neighbor, a dude about their age. He comes over right away and helps Chloe up, supporting her weight as they walk inside the house and towards the couch. 

“Thanks, Brad,” Chloe mutters with a wince as she sits down. 

“No problem. I’ll shovel the rest of the driveway for ya.”

“I cuddle you better, Mommy,” Logan says, climbing on the couch and snuggling into Chloe’s side while Beca heats up a pad in the kitchen. 

“Mm, thanks baby.” 

“Here,” Beca says when she comes back, handing her the pad. 

“I wanted the driveway to be cleared in case we needed to go to the hospital,” Chloe mumbles, grimacing as she shifts to set the pad on her lower back. “Shit, I’m old.”

Logan gasps. “Bad word, Mommy.”

“Mm I know, I’m sorry Pumpkin. I’ll put a dollar in the jar later.” She glances up at Beca, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I should call Jenny to let her know we might need her to drive you if the baby comes today.” 

Jenny’s Chloe’s closest colleague and friend in town. The Bellas are all scattered around the country, the closest being Aubrey in Boston. 

“She’s probably swamped with Christmas Eve dinner with her parents coming over and all,” Beca points out. “Besides, I really don’t think the baby’s coming today.” 

Chloe seems to internally debate Beca’s objection for a moment. “Fine. But I’m calling her the minute you have a contraction.” 

“Alright,” Beca concedes. “You’ll probably be more comfortable in bed. Think you can climb up the stairs?” 

Chloe nods. “Yeah, let’s give it a try.” 

Once upstairs, she helps Chloe out of her down jacket and props pillows under her back to ease the pain. “I’ll be back with some pain meds, alright?” 

“Is mommy okay?” Finn asks when she makes it back downstairs, blue eyes full of empathy. 

“She’ll be fine, sweetheart,” Beca assures him gently, running her fingers through his red curls. “Just needs to rest up for a bit.” 

She entertains the kids on her own for a while, whipping up a simple lunch. Logan thankfully doesn’t fight her to go down for a nap, and Finn seems content hanging out downstairs to watch a Disney movie while Beca goes to lie down for a bit. 

Her lie-down ends up being a two-hour nap, and she wakes up in a flash to the sound of the fire alarm. Chloe is still out cold from the pain medicine and Beca shuffles out of the room and heads downstairs as quickly as she can. 

“Finn?!” She calls out, following the burning smell to the kitchen. 

The seven-year-old is standing in the middle of the room, frozen as smoke seeps out of the oven. 

“Baby, step back,” Beca instructs, yanking him away from the oven. She opens it, relieved to find no actual flames, and opens the window above the sink to let some clear air in. Grabbing the oven mitts from the drawer, she takes out what looks like a cake and sets the baking pan out on the window ledge. She focuses on her son next, crouching to his level as her eyes sweep over his body for any signs of injury. “Are you hurt, Finn?” 

He shakes his head, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. “I-I wanted to help and-and make Ch-Christmas d-dinner,” he stammers. “I’m sorry.” 

Beca’s expression softens. “Oh, baby…” She pulls him into a tight hug. “I’m just relieved you’re alright.” 

“Bec?” Chloe appears around the corner, one hand braced over her lower back. “What happened?” 

“Our little guy wanted to make dinner to help out but things didn’t go as planned.” 

Finn sniffles, glancing at Chloe. “I made a cake and put it in the oven but then I went back to watch TV and I forgot about it until the alarm. But it was too late.” More tears leak out of his eyes as his features crumble. “Santa is not gonna come anymore. I ruined Christmas.” 

Beca shakes her head. “You didn’t ruin Christmas, honey. You wanted to help us, which is really sweet, but it’s not safe to use the oven on your own. So next time you should ask one of us, alright?” 

Finn nods. “Okay, I promise.” 

“And Santa is absolutely still coming,” Chloe adds with a beaming grin. “Because you’re kind, and devoted, and the best big brother there is.” 

“What’s devoted?” He asks in a small voice. 

“It means that you love your family and friends and will do many things to make them happy, like trying to make Christmas dinner.” Beca smiles. “But we can still make that happen. Wanna help mama make grilled cheese? That’s an acceptable dinner, right?” 

Finn’s head bobs up and down; grilled cheese happens to be his and Logan’s favorite. 

When Logan wakes up, the three of them spend an hour decorating the table and making dinner while singing Christmas tunes. They watch a movie Finn and Logan picked out, and the kids set a plate of cookies and a glass of milk next to the Christmas tree for Santa. 

“Oh man, what a day,” Beca mutters with a sigh as she crawls into bed after making a few trips downstairs to arrange the presents around the Christmas tree. “How are you feeling?” 

“A bit better,” Chloe says from her spot next to her. “This Christmas will definitely be one we’ll remember. I threw my back out, our son almost set the house on fire and--” 

Beca gasps. “My water just broke.” 

An almost comical length of silence follows as Chloe and Beca stare at each other with wide eyes. 

“Or I peed my pants, but I just used the toilet.” 

“You’re kidding,” Chloe whispers. 

Beca throws her wife a glare. “Fuck. Can you drive?” 

“I’ll manage.” 

It’s a good thing they already set up the car seat and that it hasn’t snowed anymore during the day, so their driveway is clear. 

“Whassgoin’ on?” She hears Logan mumble when Chloe crosses the hall to wake the children up. Beca’s water broke two hours ago, and her contractions are close enough that they need to head to the hospital. 

“The baby is coming,” Chloe says gently. “So you guys are going to go to Ms. Jenny’s for the rest of the night while mommy takes mama to the hospital.” 

While Beca’s labor with Logan lasted over twenty-two hours, this baby is in much more of a haste to meet the world. 

Riley Josephine Mitchell is born at 6:13 am on Christmas morning. Beca’s chest feels fit to burst with love as their tiny screaming baby is laid on her chest, her cries quieting down as soon as she feels Beca’s warm skin. 

“It’s okay, baby girl,” she murmurs, brushing soft kisses to her forehead. Her eyes find Chloe’s equally teary ones. “Merry Christmas, love.” 

Chloe beams, resting her forehead against the side of Beca’s head. “Merry Christmas.” 

Yeah… definitely one they will remember. 

[bchanslvr]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞

      pairing - Draco X Harry, and Draco/Astoria will be mentioned

      summary - Just some after the war Drarry with some angst and fluff.

      warnings - none :)

      words - 2, 568

      side-note - The beginning might seem a bit boring but I swear the further you read the more interesting it gets :>

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It was yet another boring day at work in the ministry. Harry was the head Auror along with his assistant Jade. She was helpful and helped Harry a lot. Even outside of work. So much so that most people thought they were dating. But they always responded with ' He's like a brother to me ' or ' She has a boyfriend ' whenever they asked them about it.

On the other side of him was Draco Malfoy. The head of the bank ministry. After the war, he had married Astoria and found himself a decent job to support them. Harry had dated Ginny for a while after the war till they broke up because they knew that the chemistry they had before wasn't working.

Harry and Draco would see each other almost every Fridays or Saturdays. Fridays were for work and or meetings. As Saturdays were for catching up or getting tea. And in the weekdays (excluding Friday) a quick nod or a smile, or a simple 'Good Morning' was always visible between the two.

The Golden Trio and the Bronze Trio had made up after the war and were good friends now.  But only Hermione and Ron knew about Harry's silly crush on Malfoy. And they’d tease him about it all the time.

He was devastated when he found out that Draco had married Astoria and planned on starting a family with her soon.

Many people thought that Harry would marry Ginny and have children with her but due to certain circumstances that didn’t work out.  

Harry tried so hard to move on but he was helpless. He tried dating others to keep his mind away from Malfoy but he couldn’t. Because every time he was reminded of soft blonde hair, crystal grey eyes, expensive cologne, and snarky comments. And it was especially difficult to keep these emotions when they met up almost every day.

Speaking of meeting up, today was a Saturday which means he'd get to hang out with Draco.

Harry was in his room in Grimmauld place getting ready for a nice evening at a nearby cafe with Draco.

It was the middle of summer meaning it was very hot in London. Harry was wearing a white button-up t-shirt underneath a plain dark navy blue jumper with beige pants, white socks, and checkered Vans shoes. After he left his house and was halfway there, he realized it was actually quite windy today despite the scorching sun blazing down on the streets. ‘Maybe I should have brought a jacket’ he thought as he crossed the street to the cafe,

The thought immediately disappearing once he found Draco sitting there in one of the corners drinking coffee. He made his way over to Draco and sat on the opposite of him.

Draco was wearing a dark blue shirt, tucked into some black jeans with black dress shoes, and he looked extremely hot just sitting there and sipping his coffee looking around like he had no care in the world. Harry tried his best to not blush when he saw Draco starting him discreetly as if he was trying to see what’s underneath-

Clearing his throat Harry said “Good Evening Draco”

“Good evening to you too Harry“ Draco replied as he looked out the window as if he was embarrassed.

‘Why is today so awkward?‘ Harry asked himself.

‘Is maybe today the day I should ask him?..., Who am I kidding he’s married... and I think even if he’s wasn’t he wouldn't like me that way, plus I think he doesn’t even like guys and-‘

He was shook away from his thoughts as a waitress pulled up next to him to ask his order. Harry ordered a medium hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, to reduce the amount of coffee he usually drinks at work.

After she left, Harry took another minute to stare at the man in front of him only to realize he was already being stared at.

A light tint of pink almost barely visible was spreading on Draco’s cheeks as he was caught in the act. A light blush also appearing on Harry’s cheeks as he realized that Draco was staring at him.

Not wanting to accept speechlessness or defeat Draco asked "So... um, How are you, Harry?"

‘Wow Draco, so smooth‘ He told himself as he waited for Harry’s answer.

"Ummm, ya I’m good, h-how is everything going on with you?" Harry strutted as he blushed more.

"Pretty good. My team is working on a somewhat difficult project but they’re doing a good job and Astoria's job is also going great"

"Oh..." said Harry sipping his chocolate trying not to sound as if his heart didn’t break from the inside.

"Are you okay Harry?” Draco asked, concerned slightly at how Harry suddenly became quiet.

"Yeah I'm fine...," Harry lied.

Another minute of silence passed as both took sips out of their drinks and occasionally stopped to look at each other for a brief second without letting the other know.

It was too awkward for Draco to handle so as a distraction from the silence Draco asked “So, umm, h-have you found a boyfriend or a girlfriend yet?”

"No, not yet..." replied Harry.

Harry was openly bi seeing nothing wrong with hiding it. And let’s just say Draco and Cedric might have been his bi awakening in his school years.

Almost everyone he knew were dating. Ron and Hermione, Pansy and Blaise, Ginny and Luna, Dean and Seamus, Jade and Zach, and lastly Draco and Astoria...

He was the only single one(seeming to never be consistent with keeping a partner because they always reminded him of Draco).

Everyone would always ask Harry if he had anyone in mind because they hated seeing Harry being lonely while everyone had a significant other. But he’d always reply with a no. But the truth is, he did have someone in mind but they already had someone.

"You should find someone Harry...," said Draco feeling sympathy for the man in front of him.

"Yes, I know..."

There was a long silence once more but it wasn’t like earlier when it was awkward. It was sort of comforting, yet kind of lonely.

"I think I should leave...," called Harry as he began to rise from his seat

"No don't!"

Draco held out his hand to Harry, to keep him there. They both blushed at the sudden contact.

"Okay... So, how is everything going on with umm... Astoria?" asked Harry trying to change the subject.

"Great. She's very kind and understanding."

"Oh...," Harry tried to hold back a tear as he thought about how Draco was already happy with someone else.

‘You know what. Fuck it.‘ thought Harry.

‘If now isn’t the time to ask him then there is no other‘

"D-Draco c-could you come with me somewhere?" Harry asked keeping his head down in case he got rejected.

"Okay," Draco replied as curiosity got the best of him.

It seemed like the right thing to say because Harry’s face lit up with a small smile.

Harry practically almost begged(not really) the waitress to come collect their drinks and for them to pay so they could get out of the shop sooner.

Once sorting out that mess, Harry dragged Draco out of the shop.

“So, where are we going?”

“Well, that’s a surprise. Follow me!“ said Harry and he started running without a warning making Draco follow him to wherever he was taking him.

Draco followed Harry through alleys, shops, doors, tunnels, almost all the way to the other side of the village.

‘How in Merlin is he still so energetic and fast,‘ Draco wondered as he ran and ran, following behind Harry.

Draco was getting tired, and so was Harry as he started slowing down near the end of their run.

Draco closed his eyes for a second to catch his breathing and when he opened them back up, Harry was standing there, right in front of him.

“Well?“

Harry simply just smiled before taking Draco’s hands with his own and intertwining them.

Draco inhaled sharply, Harry’s hands were so soft and warm. They were like a warm blanket that could protect you from all the horrors of the world as long as you're with them.

Harry was swinging their hands slightly as he walked them both through a small opening near a wall.

“We’re almost there,“ said Harry. Draco jumped slightly at Harry’s voice. He had been so caught up with holding Harry’s hands, that he nearly forgot they were going somewhere.

They stepped through the opening and-

Draco gasped loudly, shock written on his entire face.

A huge green meadow was flowing through his feet, it filled with all kinds of flowers, and fireflies dancing about. The sky now dark with ink, shining brightly of crystals, the moon electing an ethereal glow down onto the lands. A small tree-house was visible among the distance of the hundreds of trees littering the area as a barrier. This place looked like an area from a fantasy book. So mesmerizing, yet so unreal.

"It’s a really pretty place isn't it Draco?" asked Harry as he started up at the sky watching the stars flicker.

"Yes, it really is," Draco said in awe.

“How did you find this place?,“ questioned Draco as he continued to look around.

Harry laughed a small bitter laugh before saying something that broke Draco’s heart, “Sirius, my godfather, he showed this place, before you know...”

“He said this was a place that he used to hangout lot with my father and Remus, and Peter...,“ Harry’s eyes were now glazed, looking at the sky as if his parents and godfather would just magically appear before his eyes and tell him that everything was not real and that they were actually there.

Draco saw as Harry deep breath before closing his eyes and opening them back again to look at him with a look of pure love and admiration making Draco heart ache.

He squeezed Harry’s hands softly before asking him, "Why did you bring me here? Not that I’m complaining,” Draco chuckled “I feel honored to be here”

"Umm... Well... I wanted to tell y-you something...," strutted Harry, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Well what is it?," Draco asked.

He turned around to face Harry who's face was red and looking at the ground as if he was a small child, cowering in fear. Concerned he lifted Harry's chin so he was looking at him. Draco couldn't help but stare at those gorgeous green eyes he’s dreamed about, the green in his eyes looking like little galaxies. Harry stared right back at the sparkling grey ones, the grey eyes he’s seen so many times. They didn't know how but their faces were mere inches away from each other when they snapped back into reality.

Harry took a deep breath before building up some courage to say, "Draco... I-I like you..."

"Y-you like me?..." asked Draco, shock once more written on his face. He questioned internally if he was hearing this correctly or if this was his imagination.

"Yes, you. I’ve liked you a lot ever since third year. I can't keep my feelings for you hidden anymore Draco. It killed me when I found out you married Astoria. I tried to keep my mind away from you by dating others but I couldn't because they could never be like you. I’ll understand if you don’t like me or don’t want to be my friend anymore. I have to express my feelings for you now, or it’s never."

"Oh, Harry... I-I like you too, ever since we met,” now it was Harry’s turn to be shocked. ‘Draco’s joking, right? He doesn’t really love me right? right?,’ Harry questioned.

“I'm really sorry Harry, I never meant to hurt you. I’ve liked you a lot Harry, so much! And I know I never really expressed any of it during the war or school you know... I’m really sorry Harry! I really am and I never even wanted to marry Astoria! Yes, she’s really amazing and all a pure-blood man could ask for but... I want you. The only reason I married her was because my father forced me to so we can continue the bloodline. We only pretend to like each other Harry, and we’ve never even touched each other other than the kiss at the wedding at some kisses here and there for paparazzi. "

"Your lying! I know you are! You’d never like me!”

“S-she's prettier than me, and she’s so much more kinder and nicer than me, and s-she’s... I’m nothing like her and-

"Shut up Harry! You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are! Your eyes look like emeralds, so fucking beautiful and mesmerizing. You're so kind and nice to everyone. You've saved so many people! Hell, you sacrificed yourself for the whole wizarding world! YOU defeated the dark lord Harry! You... You even gave me a second chance..."

Harry blushed at the compliment given by Draco. They were still staring at each other their faces almost pressing. Draco was looking down. Harry couldn't stand Draco like this.

One of his favorite things about Draco is how he can take care of himself without needing other people’s help. He knew that if he was Draco’s boyfriend, he didn’t have to take care of anything. He was tired of taking care of others, he wanted others to take care of him. And here he was Draco, who would do that for him. Take care of him, love him, and treat him like an equal human being instead of Harry Potter. He knew that Draco liked him because of his personality and not for who he was. That’s why he loved him so much.

He lifted up Draco’s chin and kissed him, full on the lips. Draco was shocked but kissed him back. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long, he wasn’t going to end it here. Not ever.

His hands traveled down Harry's back down to his waist holding him there not letting him go anywhere for the last time. Harry's hands were on Draco's neck and his hair holding him. Draco was his and his only from now on.

It was nothing like the kisses they had with Ginny or Astoria. It could never compare. This wasn’t just any kiss, it was the kiss.

There wasn’t any sympathy or pity or pain, no. It was filled with pure love, adoration, and passion for one another. He didn’t want to change any of this, and it wasn’t ever going to.

They pulled apart for air, their foreheads resting on one another, eyes closed in bliss and contentment. They looked into each others eyes and smiled. A true smile, no sneers, no smirks, a true genuine smile.

Tears were running down Harry's face. He had finally gotten the Happy Ending he wanted.

They shared a brief kiss before they sat down on the grass, Harry's head on Draco's lap staring at the now fully sparkling, crystal sky. Draco stroked Harry's hair grinning from ear to ear. He was finally happy.

“Harry?“

“Yes?“

“Will you be my boyfriend?“ Draco asked as he looked down at those green eyes that had made him fall in love.

“Of course,“ Harry replied staring at his grey eyes that haunted him wherever he went.

"I love you Draco"

"I love you too Harry"

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Hello everyone! I hope your having a wonderful day or if your going to sleep then have a wonderful night! I was in the mood to write and I cooked this baby up and I don’t know how to feel about this. I haven’t written in a while so sorry if this is a little all over the place, and a little crappy. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this! 

And now I’m going to tag two of my favorite people so they can criticize this:

@choke-me-pansy and @dearhogwarts

[stonecoldjerseyfox]

Jersey on my mind (part 1)

Daryl rams his fist in the roof of the car as hard as he possibly can and swears loudly at his own stupidity; he doesn't even try to tailor the words as he utters a whole bunch of profanity, without its equal. Fucking hell! Of course it was a trap! And here they are, locked inside a car, like a baffled fox stuck in a fox scissors. The difference is that he and Aaron are stuck inside a crappy car with a dead engine, surrounded by walkers. How many are they? Too many. Right now, he’d preferred the fox scissors. With pulsating, burning knuckles he looks at his male companion.

”What?”

The man in the passenger seat observes him calmly. Daryl hesitates at first, but on the other hand; they are sitting in a car that can be devoured, to say the least, by hordes of walkers any second. It would just require that one of those rotten morons manages to smash a window.

”I came out here too, ya know, not feel all close up back there.” Daryl scoffs. ”Even now, this still feels more like me than back in them houses. That's pretty messed up, huh?”

Aaron meets his gaze, nods slightly, with a faint smile. Is it pity?

”You were trying.”

Maybe all in vain, Daryl thinks. He’s been accustomed to surviving day by day; all of his life has been about surviving, often day by day, to the point where this new reality feels completely unnatural to him. Being out in the woods, hunt for food, sleep underneath the stars, wash off wherever he could find water. Nowadays, since the group settled in Alexandria, he feels like a caged, wild animal; shackled, restricted, totally superfluous. To admit that this new way of life doesn’t bring him any calm, any satisfaction, is shameful. But to come clean with it; if this is the end, it doesn’t matter, right?

”Listen-” Aaron says, while a walker presses its face towards the window, smears its saliva, mixed with blood, all over it. ”I saw you with your group out there. You led them to safety.”

Daryl grunts. Yep, he did. But that wasn't enough. Nothing is enough. He couldn't save Beth and it still haunts him in his dreams. No one, not even Maggie, blamed him for it, but it didn’t help him sleep any better at night. He thought the discovery of Alexandria would heal his wounds to some extent, make him feel that he was repaying some kind of debt to the group, a favor of some sort; In vain off course.

A dead bastard grins badly at him through the window. They can’t sit here. They have to get out. Aaron seems to think the same. Daryl takes a cigarette from his pocket, puts it between his lips and starts looking for something to light it with.

”I’ll go.” he says. ”I’ll lead them out. You make a break for the fence.”

Aaron immediately starts to oppose the plan. Crap, they don’t really have time to argue.  

”Just let me finish my smoke first.”

Daryl is about to take a throat flare when he’s interrupted. Somewhere on the outside, gunfire breaks out. Daryl drops the cigarette into his crotch out of pure surprise. He swears out loudly as the cigarette burns a small hole in his pants, while the walkers, whose attention has been directed towards the men inside the car, like kids in a candy store, shifts attention towards the sound. Aaron twists and turns in the passenger seats, tries to get a glimpse of what’s going on outside, but the walkers are in the way.

”What’s that?”

”I dunno.”

Whatever it may be, it can't be good. No one from their group knows they are here. Outside the car, walkers are mowed to the ground like dominoes. This is their chance.

”Come on.”

Daryl grabs the crossbow. With the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and with one last glance at Aaron, they swing the doors open and throw themselves out of the car. Without dropping the cigarette, Daryl swings the crossbow through the air and hits one of the walking corpses right in the kisser. Its jaw bone flies through the air and drops to the ground. At the same time Daryl sees two figures in the corner of his eyes he doesn’t recognize. A male, armed with what looks like the shaft of a broomstick, which he swings through the air like some goddamn- he’s torn from the staff and the man, as the second figure dives into his field of view. A woman, wearing a hat, armed with an automatic rifle that she aims at a walker right behind him; she shoots and the bullet hits straight in the head.

”Let’s go.” the unknown male waves at them to follow his lead.

They start running through the mass, towards the open gate in the fence, surrounding the area. Daryl shuts the gate in front of the remaining walkers just as they reaches it. Daryl and Aaron turns towards the newcomers. The situation has changed in the matter of seconds. From being crammed inside the car, surrounded by walkers and in the belief that their last moment had come, they have been freed by two complete strangers. The deserted street is littered with walkers. The four of them looks at each other, while the remaining dead sons of bitches tries their best to squeeze themselves trough the small squares of wired net.

”That was…” Aaron looks at them with his hands raised in front of him; some kind of peaceful gesture. ”That was… wow. Thanks. I’m Aaron. This is Daryl.”

Without the slightest facial reaction, the woman lifts the rifle at them; over the barrel Daryl meets her steady, yet jaded, gaze underneath the brim. Come on…

”No, no, no.” Aaron waves his hands even more frantically in front of himself and Daryl.

”What the f-”

”Mila-” the man’s dark eyes widen at her bold action.

”Safety precaution, Morgan.” the woman replies, in a thick accent no one of them definitely haven’t heard before. ”You got to save them. Now we’re even.”

”I said no harm-”

”Yeah, ’cuz that went well yesterday?” she scoffs.

Daryl’s tired. Tired of being surprised, tired of being overshadowed and damn tired of having weapons aimed at him; he raises his crossbow at her. That might make her boggle. It doesn’t.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” she says. Without breaking their eye contact she nods the barrel towards the ground, for him to put down his crossbow.

”Ain’t that smart pointing guns at people, lady.”

”Ain’t smart getting trapped either.”

Don’t fucking test my patience, Daryl thinks, focuses on breathing trough his nose; it’s not the right time to fire up, though his temper works against him on that part. He sighs and reluctantly lowers the crossbow. Behind the rifle he’s met with a smirk, whereupon she lowers the rifle.

”Great.” Aaron lets out a deep sigh. ”Thanks, again. Erhm, why-” he turns and looks at the bloodthirsty cluster behind the fence.

Daryl looks at the male with the staff. Why didn’t he kill them? She was the only one who actually did.

”Because all life is precious, Daryl.”

At those words the woman rolls her eyes.

”Wha-”

”Don’t ask.” the young woman interrupts Aaron. ”We have to move. Whoever set the trap will return.”

Daryl looks at the unlucky couple. He’s in his late forties, tall and dressed in cargos; she can't be a day older than thirty, maybe even younger. Short, athletic similar to a long-distance runner; tenacious, lean muscles. Except for the hat, she’s dressed in jeans, denim shirt, a quilted rust colored jacket and a pair of boots. What catches his eye is how worn and pale she looks. The shadows under her eyes tattles that she hasn’t slept for a long time, may need to eat, or even have a cold. At that moment she puts her fingers in the corners of her mouths and whistles loudly. The sharp sound bounces over the desolated road, against the buildings. As on command the back door of an abandoned pickup opens further afield. At first he’s sure it’s an ambush. The next second, and he can hardly believe his eyes, a boy, no more than three or four years old, with long, blonde hair, climbs out of the back seat and runs towards them. He carries a walkman and a pair of headphones in his small hands. A small backpack bounces on his back as he scurries up to them, where he clings to the women's jeans, seemingly calm, curious even with the two newcomers. The extra weight the boy puts on her, while clinging to her right leg, seems to make her sway on the spot.

”He’s yours?”

What a stupid question; the only difference is the blonde hair, unlike hers. Otherwise, he’s a copy of his mother.  

”He is.”

She looks at the boy, then back at Daryl. The gaze is steady, alert; like a she-wolf watching its cub. The boy tugs at his mother’s jacket. She looks at him and shakes her head lightly, making the long hair sway.  

”Schh. I can’t carry you.” she whispers towards him and turns her head towards them. ”As I said, we better get out of here.” she repeats and squeezes the boy’s small hand, while giving Morgan a glance. ”It's dusk soon.”

”Oh, but we have good news!” Aaron exclaims; the former politician returns to his role, in the hunt for voters and supporters. Or in this case, survivors to join them. ”We have a community not far from here. Walls, electricity, it’s really safe. If you’d like to come with us…”

They expect them to look overwhelmed. Maybe surprised even. Instead, Morgan shakes his head and politely abrupts Aaron.

”No, thank you. We’re on our way somewhere.” Morgan nods towards Mila and the boy, whose big blue eyes are pasted on Daryl and the crossbow in his hand.

”Though we are a bit lost-” Morgan continues, starts to search through the pockets of his jacket. ”If you could tell me where we are.”

From the beige weather jacket he takes a folded map, which he hands over to Daryl. He takes it. It’s well-used, worn and stained. Over the big blue field that is the Atlantic, next to the east coast, someone has written a message in blue ink. His eyes are drawn to a certain part of the message. He looks at Morgan, back at the message. ’Sorry, I was an asshole. Come to Washington. The new world’s gonna need Rick Grimes’. Once again he looks up at Morgan. What does this mean? He knows Rick?  

”Ya’ know Rick? Rick Grimes?”

”Well, yes.” Morgan's eyes wander between him and Aaron. ”Do you?”

”He’s with us.” Daryl returns the map. ”Back at Alexandria.”

Morgan and Mila look at each other. The man seems not to believe his ears, whereupon he declares that he found the map at a church, with Rick's name on it.

”That's where I met Mila, and Juri. We decided to stick together, go to Washington.”

”Well, he aint there.”

That’s when the situation, once again, changes rapidly, in a matter of seconds. The pale woman’s pupils dilates, as if a curtain is drawn in front of her, and she collapses on the ground in front of them.

”Mila!”

Morgan throws himself down next to her, followed by Aaron who takes the boy by the arm and pulls him over. Daryl gets down on one knee next to her; while Morgan pats her on the cheek, calling her name, Daryl places the back of his hand against her forehead, while his eyes searches for the cause of this.

”Mila, Mila!”

”She’s burning up.” Daryl states. ”When did you last eat?”

”A couple of hours ago.” Morgan says, and for the first time since they met him, he looks afraid. ”She didn't eat much though. I don’t understand.”

”What’s wrong with her?” Aaron’s eyes are worried. ”Is she hurt?”

Like on command, Daryl once again searches her with his eyes, from top to bottom. She starts to move, or rather shivers with chills, while grunting, like in pain. She has a fever and is pale like a sheet.

”She’s wounded or something? Sick?”

”I don't think so. Don't know. She hasn't said anything.” Morgan meets his gaze. ”We were assaulted yesterday, the same group that trapped you I believe. But we disarmed them.”

That's when Daryl’s eyes are drawn to the tank top; it looks bulky at the stomach, as if it were too much fabric at that particular spot, and in addition, the entire middle part of the garment is somewhat stained, wet even. Without warning, Daryl lifts the top. What’s underneath causes Aaron to put his hands in front of the boy's eyes; it’s not a pretty sight.

”All life is precious, my ass-” Daryl takes a deep breath and sighs. This ain’t good. ”Son of a bitch.”

Her midsection is wrapped in three layers of gaffer tape with pieces of grey cloths, soaked in blood. The skin is swollen and shifts in a palette of red, purple and blue.

”I had no idea.” Morgan exclaims.

”Well, now ya’ do.” Daryl sputters and takes out his knife. ”Gotta remove this. Hold her.”

While Morgan tries to get a word from Mila, Daryl cuts the tape and carefully lifts the bloody pieces of grey melange fabric, seemingly what once was a t-shirt. It’s worse than he thought. A gash, from what looks like a sharp object, like a machete, runs from navel to rib cage, is stapled with a staples gun and leeks fluid. The fact that the wound is stapled and that Morgan had no idea she was hurt, makes it even more bizarre; did she staple herself?

”Gotta get her to Alexandria.” Daryl says. ”She needs a medic.”

Without waiting for an answer, as if there was time for it, Daryl lifts her off the ground. If he, or they, doesn’t act quickly, she’ll die. And considering the boy- she quips when Daryl adjusts her in his arms, most likely in pain; that she was able to walk around an entire day, and ward off walkers with that wound; impressive, but incredibly foolish. How much blood has she lost by now? What was she thinking? That staples and gaffer tape would do the trick? It’s like a goddamn scrapbooking project. She ain’t no surgeon, that’s for sure. Morgan collects their belongings; backpacks and weapons, Aaron takes the boy, who hasn’t said a word during the entire time, in his arms and they start scudding back toward Alexandria.

(I’ll be posting part 2 asap)

[dashhoney25]

E. Part V

Hazel

Rolling over in bed next to Adonis was the highlight of your night. Sighing in satisfaction, you watched as he rubbed his face in his sleep. He opened his eyes and smirked at you. "What are you looking at?" he questioned. You chuckled, "Oh nothing" you said sitting up in bed.

"You tired yet?" he questioned. "I am, my body is starting to feel it" you say. "Well good" Adonis says pulling you into a kiss. You stared in his eyes and felt that spark that you once felt with Erik. You pulled away and looked away from him. "You okay?" He asks. "Yeah, I just felt a little weird for a minute" you say hoping he'd leave it alone. Adonis plays in your hair a moment and sighs.

"You know I gotta go. I told you I got a client in a few hours. I need to rest" Adonis replies getting out of bed slowly. You take his hand and began kissing up his arm you sit up on your knees and grip his shoulders as you use his back for support. "I thought you said we could ride to the gym together in the morning Donnie?" you question sweetly. Adonis smirks, you can see the dimples forming on the side of his face.

He turns to face you and cups your face with a kiss. "Just come by at 8:30 baby girl" he says. Your eyes were low and your body was starting to give out. You could no longer sit on your knees, so you had to sit on the bed. Adonis leaned down to grab for his boxers, as he came up, you grabbed his pleasure stick instead. "I know I don't have anything left in my body to give you, but D, it's 3am. Just leave when the sun comes up" you bargained with him. "I wish I could Haze, but I have a client in three hours. Let me get some sleep. I promise I'll give you what you want at the gym" Adonis replied as he gently removed your hands from his member.

You sighed in displeasure as you watched Adonis get dressed. You tucked yourself in bed and watched as he finished. Adonis climbed into the bed and gave you a sweet goodnight kiss. "I'll be back for you Princess, walk me out?" He questioned sweetly. You huffed in frustration, and grabbed your silk robe before getting out of bed. "You could walk me out without the robe" Adonis says playfully. "If you were staying, I wouldn't have to wear anything" you replied following him to the door. Adonis paused and looked at you. "What?" you question as you reached for the door handle.

"I told you I got you in the morning Princess" Adonis says placing his hands on your hips, kissing your neck. You let go of the handle and faced him. "It is morning" you whisper. Adonis places a kiss on your cheek and grabs the door handle. "See you at 8:30" he says before leaving.

Locking the door, you walk back to your bedroom, alone. You take off your robe and climb in bed. You turn off the light and caress the empty side of the bed. Taking in the sandalwood scent of Adonis on the pillow, you feel comfort, you feel as if he's still there with you; you can feel his hands on you. As the aroma filled your nose, you eventually drift off to slip.

The next morning you wake up feeling brand new. Your journey of being abstinent for a year has ended, and it never crossed your mind that Adonis would be the culprit of that. You felt like a part of Erik was still present in your life, though that had been filled with Adonis; but only the thought of Erik could take you so far. You got out of bed and took a long hot shower to relax your sore muscles; Adonis had put you through it after multiple rounds.  Thirty minutes later you come out of the shower, and dried off. You rummaged through your closet for some yoga pants, sports bra, and a matching jacket. Getting dressed, you found your favorite pair of Nike's and threw your hair into a messy bun. You grabbed your small gym bag, water bottle, keys and phone and headed out the door.

Pulling up to Adonis' gym, you decided to hang back a moment and check your phone to reply to text messages when you saw a black SUV pull up at the gym. You see Adonis getting out of the car and then a female. You flip up your sun visor and notice that the woman is Jade. Jade kisses Adonis and hands him a wad of cash. Your heart instantly dropped. "What the fuck!" You said to yourself feeling your blood boil. Your first instinct was to get out of your car and raise hell, but you decided to let the two carry on before parting ways. You waited 10 minutes before getting out of your car, refusing to bring your workout bag inside with you.

You walked into the gym and found Adonis warming up doing some light deadlifts. You take a seat on the workout bench, not saying a word. "Good morning, how are you?" he asks putting the weights down. "I'm okay" you say nonchalantly taking off your jacket, laying it across the bench. Adonis walks over and pulls you into a hug, you were reluctant to hugging him, pulling away you notice hickeys on his neck. "You get any sleep when I left?" he questioned. You push him away and walk off. "What's wrong?" he questions. "What the fuck D!" You ask trying to hold back your emotions. "What you mean?" he questions. You sighed and looked up at him as he takes off his tank top, "So how was your appointment this morning?" you asked in a snarky tone. Adonis showed his dimples quickly, "So you missed me huh? That's why you keep asking about my time away from you?" Adonis asks in a cocky tone.

"Don't bullshit me Adonis, I saw you kissing Jade when I came in. What the hell was she doing giving you money?!" you yelled at him, not holding back the tears that began to form. Adonis wasn't a fan of your tears, he looked away from you and kept a solemn expression on his face. He went silent. "Answer me Donnie!" You say walking to him, standing in front of him as he was about to pick up another set of weights. "Why you questioning me?! I'm not Erik. Why you thinking so much?" he barks. Your eyes read disappointment as he struggled to look you in the eye, you lifted his chin, "What's up with these?" You said referring to his neck, "I wasn't the cause of this before you left me this morning Adonis! Did you fuck her?" Adonis snatched his face from your hand. You instantly walked away in disgust and he caught you; holding you.

"Just let me go Adonis! It was a waste of my time coming here" you said as the tears finally fell from your eyes. "I'm not tryna hurt you Hazel. This morning was great, and I want more of that. Why you think I asked you to come here first thing?" Adonis questioned. "First thing?" You questioned as your eyes got wide, "You left me this morning to sleep for three hours just to go have sex with somebody else! And you have the audacity to act like it didn't happen when I saw Jade kiss you, she gave you money, and you have hickeys Adonis! Fucking hickeys that I didn't leave!" You say in a higher octave. You felt like everything left your body in that moment and you snatched away from Adonis. You wiped your face and adjusted your messy bun, you walked over to the bench to grab your jacket. Adonis was speechless, he couldn't say anything.

"I'm gonna go" you say in a somber tone before leaving.

Adonis

As Hazel left the gym, for the first time in a long time, I knew that I fucked up. I've been doing this shit for too long, and I'm too swift to get caught. Hazel was different, and I knew that everything would change if I ever crossed the line with her. Never did I think that we would get this close, considering that she's "in love" with my brother. I should've known when I made the move last night that things would never be the same, I shouldn't have stayed as long as I did, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I shouldn't have given it to her the way that I did.

I called up Erik and asked him to meet me at my gym. Twenty minutes later, Erik arrives and we sit down in my office. "So what's up bro?" Erik says taking a seat. I wiped my face and sighed. "I don't know if I can do this shit anymore" I say shaking my head. "What do you mean? What happened?" Erik asks. "You and Hazel need to talk this shit out. I can't be in the middle like this, she's starting to question the fuck out of me" I said looking down. Erik chuckled, "She doing you how she doing me huh?" Erik asked arrogantly. I rolled my eyes, "Had I not fucked, I wouldn't be in this shit!" I barked. Erik squared his eyes at me, as if he didn't expect my admission. "Damn, she really let you have it huh? She probably was thinking of me the whole time" Erik said in a cocky tone. "I'm not about to go back and forth with you about what she felt, but all I know is she didn't want ya boy to leave this morning & that's facts" I said shrugging my shoulders.

Erik seemed uncomfortable and looked away from me. "So what you call me here for?" Erik asked rudely. "Look E, you and Hazel need to squash this shit. I'm missing out on money because of you!" I said. "We had a deal! If you kept Hazel at bay and give her what I couldn't, whatever money I make off these appointments, I'd give you that. So what's the problem?" Erik asked.

My brother always had an ego problem, he knew his ability to service women was impeccable, but before I put him on; I had a high clientele.  "You get to fuck other women every night, and I have to watch my back if I'm not with Hazel! Come on bro! I'm not with this shit. And how do I know if you out here keeping your word? I had at least 4 women a day" I replied. "So you counting my pockets now? I told you I got you. I just can't do this shit with Hazel right now, she's too much and you know it. I got love for her but what she wants from me, I'm not ready to give her that; I'm definitely not about to give up what I got going on" Erik says running his hands through this dreads. "What makes you think I want to give this shit up either?! I can't run this gym without clients! I can't make any money if I'm caught out in the streets with her!" I said angrily.

Erik rolled his eyes. "Bro, I got you! I told you from day one ever since you put me on that we'd make more money together since we twins. And look what happened, you got your business and I'm still enjoying the fruits of my labor. Nobody can tell the difference between us but Hazel. You really think you gone lose clients if you're seen with her? If anything they'll just think that I cut my hair" Erik said in a chill tone.

My brother really is an ass at times, he doesn't think before he speaks. "Chill with the funny shit. You fucking up my money. How do I know you're not with any of my clients?" I questioned. "What does it matter? You making your money, and I'm fucking them!" Erik responded sharply. I grabbed the bridge of my nose, "She caught me with Jade this morning, and you know we were all together at the lounge last night" I admitted.

"And! Just because you fucked her this morning, and came back and hit Jade what's the problem? I've hit all of Hazel's friends and she doesn't seem to mind it!" Erik said nonchalantly. "This is different E, she was hurt. I ain't one to get caught, but I stayed longer than planned last night and I shouldn't have. I only got 3 hours of sleep, if that!" I admitted. "You should've just cancelled that shit with Jade and stayed with Hazel; that would've avoided this entire conversation right there!" Erik said. I hit my fist on the desk out of frustration. "You always think shit is a joke Erik. I'm not tryna get hurt over yo dumb ass. Either you tell this girl that we're involved an escort business, or I will" I demanded.

[likeafadedtattoo]

Fill in the categories below with 4 - 8 things that your muse can be identified by. Repost & have fun!  :D

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Cocky

Relaxed

Betrayed

Remorseful

Playful

Jaded

GREETINGS:

“Howdy.”

“Hey...”

“Somethin’ I can do for ya?”

“Welcome ta Reaper Tattoos.”

*hearty handshake*

*big hug* (if he considers you a good friend and knows you’re cool with it)

COLORS:

Russet Brown  

Honey Orange

Crimson Red

Flax Yellow

Ash Gray

SCENTS:

Cinnamon

Leather

Tobacco

Coffee

Citrus (his shampoo)

CLOTHING:

Torn/faded jeans

T-shirts (almost always have something to do with tattoos, cowboys, country music, or some combo of the three)

Scuffed, well-loved cowboy boots

Beat-up cowboy hat

Worn Leather Jacket

OBJECTS:

Tattoo gun

Sketchpad

Drawing utensils

Hair-tie (mostly for keeping his hair out of his eyes while he works)

VICES / BAD HABITS:

Drinking

Staying out/up too late

One-night stands/Casual sex (As long as both partners are agreeable, I’m not sure I see this as a vice... but some people might, so...)

BODY LANGUAGE:

Easy smile

Casual gait

Relaxed shoulders

One hand on a cocked hip

AESTHETICS:

Ink-stained fingers

Curls of smoke

Worn, cracked leather

Hearty laughter

Neon signs

The sound of boots on tile

SONGS:

The Man I Used to Be - Matt Kenon

Who You’d Be Today - Kenny Chesney

My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys - Waylon Jennings

Ain’t Much Left of Me - Blackberry Smoke

Ain’t No Grave (Can Hold My Body Down) - Johnny Cash

Way Down We Go - Kaleo

[tabloidtoc]

Life & Style, May 27

Cover: Nannies Tell All -- Shiloh Jolie-Pitt and Suri Cruise’s secret worlds 

Page 2: Contents 

Page 4: Photo Flash -- Jennifer Aniston 

Page 5: Twinning! Romee Strud vs. Karlie Kloss 

Page 6: Top 10 Met Gala looks -- Alicia Vikander, Jennifer Lopez, Saoirse Ronan, Emma Stone, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley 

Page 7: Emily Blunt, Jennifer Connelly, Zoe Saldana, Constance Wu, Dakota Johnson 

Page 8: Miranda Lambert is making sure her new husband Brendan McLoughlin is living in the lap of luxury 

Page 9: Kim Kardashian’s teeny-tiny waist was the talk of the Met Gala, Throwback -- Kate Hudson, Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Pete Wentz, Julie and Todd Chrisley, LeeAnn Locken, Alec Baldwin, Bella Hadid 

Page 10: Dakota Johnson cozies up to Chris Martin’s daughter Apple, Hailey Baldwin annoyed by Justin Bieber’s publicity stunts and that the paparazzi only want pictures of Justin, Whose Ring Is It? Katy Perry, Taraji P. Henson, Issa Rae, Heidi Klum, Porsha Williams, Jennifer Lopez 

Page 12: The battle over Britney Spears 

Page 13: Cassie Randolph and Colton Underwood may get their own reality show, Luann de Lesseps admitted that she drank two mimosas, VIP Style -- Trevor Noah, Carmelo Anthony and his wife La La, Diplo, Catherine Lowe and Daphne Oz, Tamra Judge and Emily Simpson, Kathie Lee Gifford, Brooke Burke, Ne-Yo 

Page 14: The Week in Photos -- Eva Longoria 

Page 15: George and Amal Clooney, Emma Roberts 

Page 16: Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi 

Page 18: Hair-Raising -- Jennifer Lopez, Ashley Greene, Diana Ross 

Page 20: Will Smith and Jimmy Fallon, Stephan James and Julia Roberts, Ryan Serhant of Million Dollar Listing New York 

Page 22: Kristen Bell 

Page 23: Kate Middleton, Robert Herjavec 

Page 24: Stars Behaving Badly -- Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton, Mila Kunis, Ryan Reynolds and Jimmy Fallon 

Page 26: Say What?! Blake Lively, Halle Berry, Ellen DeGeneres, Reese Witherspoon, Jennifer Garner 

Page 28: When Matthew Koma started talking about giving his daughter with Hilary Duff a sibling she told him point-blank -- no more kids until he puts a ring on it 

Page 29: Pals tell Hayden Panettiere to dump her boyfriend Brian Hickerson, Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds hoping for a baby boy 

Page 30: Cover Story -- The Shiloh Jolie-Pitt no one knows 

Page 32: Cover Story -- Suri Cruise’s life without her father Tom Cruise 

Page 34: The Bachelorette cast -- what Hannah Brown’s men are hiding 

Page 36: Meghan Markle and Prince Harry’s first day with their son Archie 

Page 38: Lori Loughlin vs. her daughter Olivia Jade Giannulli -- the college admissions scandal has torn Lori’s family apart 

Page 40: Matches made in social media -- These celebs found love after following each other online -- Wells Adams and Sarah Hyland, Dylan Sprouse and Barbara Palvin 

Page 41: Taylor Goldsmith and Mandy Moore, Trace Lehnhoff and Antoni Porowski 

Page 42: Who Lives Here? Adam Levine 

Page 44: Diva or Down-to-Earth -- Ryan Reynolds, Jordana Brewster

Page 45: Margot Robbie and husband Tom Ackerly, Kendall Jenner 

Page 46: Style -- Windbreakers -- Bella Hadid 

Page 48: Beauty -- celebrity beauty hacks -- Chrissy Teigen, Olivia Culpo, Julianne Hough 

Page 49: Nikki Reed, Jessica Alba 

Page 50: Style Crush -- Charlize Theron 

Page 52: Entertainment 

Page 53: Star Review -- Joey King, As Seen On-Screen -- Leighton Meester’s Rails’ Collins Star-Print Utility Jacket 

Page 54: Social Stars of the Week -- Jersey Shore stars Pauly “DJ Pauly D” DelVecchio and Vinny Guadagnino and Mike “The Situation” Sorrentino, Amanda Seyfried and her pet donkey Gus, Jenner Johnson and Val Chmerkovskiy, Amy Schumer and Chris Fischer and their newborn son 

Page 55: Gabrielle Carteris at the first table read of Beverly Hills, 90210, Helen Mirren, Channing Tatum, Jessica Simpson and husband and three kids 

Page 56: Horoscope -- Gemini Ginnifer Goodwin, They’re Not Together But They Should Be, Libra Anna Camp and Aquarius Tom Hiddleston

Page 58: Made Ya Look! Bella Hadid 

Page 60: What I’m Into -- Jessie James Decker 

[nayladoodles]

Fell Poth Part 8

Oh, you thought it was over? NOPE~

Might be short thouuuugh. 

TW: Mentions of abuse. Doctor business, mentions of mental health conditions and disorders. None of this is cannon in any way please take note.

Also the classic versions of the snas go by different names in MCQ to avoid confusion:

Error: Edmund

Geno: Gerard

Classic Sans: Sam

Ink: Francis (Yea cliche I knoooww)

Palette: Patrick

Goth: George

Pal: Paul

Fell Ink: Spike ( He is the only one who stays the same)

 None of these characters, universes or aus belong to me.

Fell goth and fell palette: @nekophy

Momma cq: @alainaprana​

Geno/Error/Fresh: @loverofpiggies

Fell ink/ reaper/geno: @nateeew

Ink: @comyet

Reaper: @renrink​

Fruittale: @missladytale

Sugartale: is no longer and au but still mentioned cause CONTINUITY.

Original Asy (brief appearance) @furgemancs

Jade: he’s my oc. (I’ll post about him later)

Cupcake’s POV:

I woke up my head pounding horribly and everything seems bigger than usual. “Ngh..” I try to sit up and fall back onto the cusions I’m laying on whimpering. “Ma our visitor is awake.” I want to scream and hide from the mini parasite but, any movement sends my head spinning. “What’s wrong broski?” He asks me. “Don’t eat my s-soul!” I whimper. “Why would he d-do that?” I see a mini Geno with his arm in a cast. “Ya must be one if the bros Edmund chills with? I’m not that other unrad dude that steals souls. Here look.” I watch him take off his YOLO glasses seeing two slightly smaller eye lights. “Other guy that steals souls? What the heck have you been reading?!” I see a mini Error. “And who’s Edmund???” Asks the mini Ink.

“Kids let him breathe.” I stare up at a woman with pink hair. “H-hi?” I squeak nervously. “How are you feeling?” She asks helping me sit up. “My head hurts a lot. The world is spinning and I feel nauseous.” I reply wanting to lay back down. “You hit your head very hard. I patched up the cracks but, I think we need a professional to look at it.” She turns to mini Fresh, “Fresh go and fetch Jade won’t you? You can check with Decans on the way back all right?” Fresh nods, “Crystal clear mamma.” He leaves to get Jade leaving me with the other kids. “Do you know an Edmund??” Little Ink asks me. “Not that I c-can think of…” I reply laying back down. Their mom leaves and they sit by what I figured out is a couch.

“Why is everything so big suddenly?” I mumble. “Big? It’s always been this size?” Mini Geno says quietly. “Did I shrink?” I ask myself. “No you’re the same size as any 8 year old!” Mini ink says cheerfully. “Wait 8 year old?!” I repeat. “Mhm!” I can’t be a kid again! It is not possible….is it? I groan quietly wishing Pal was here to comfort me. “D-do you want some more pain medicine?” Geno asks me. I can’t keep calling the minis even though they kind of are… I think to myself. “I’ve had worse.” I mumble in reply. “Worse?” Geno asks looking shocked. “M-my parents aren’t the nicest monsters.” I reply tears beading in my eyes as the memories surface. “But why would they hurt you?” Error asked. “They hate me.” I reply tears starting to run down my cheeks wishing they’d stop prying. “G-guys we shouldn’t pry.” Geno says. “But why would any mom or dad hate their child?” Ink asks as their mom comes back into the room with another woman and an adult skeleton. “They hate me…” I mumble dejectedly. “But they shouldn’t.” Ink insists. “They do!” “Ink…” Geno warned. “But it makes no sense that they just started hating him?” Ink says. “They hate me because they never wanted me in the first place!” I snap burying my face in a pillow my whole body shaking. “I’m a mistake to them…a mistake they got stuck with…” I curl in on myself sobbing trying to hide from the horrible memories of my childhood. I feel someone rubbing my back gently and latch onto that person needing a way to ground myself. “There there kiddo.” I sniffle looking up and immediately flinch away from him. I stare at the kind eyes of what looks to be Asylum-tale Sans. “No more…” I mumble hiding from him. “Don’t wanna play your game…” I whimper trembling as the memory of that dark hallway flashes behind my mind. 

Flashback

I whimper walking through the long tiles hallways past empty rooms made of glass and fancy locks on the doors. “Mom? Dad? Where are you!” I tremble scared of this creepy place. “H-hI.” I turn my head seeing a skeleton wearing a straight jacket staring at me. “I’m l-lost can you h-help me mister?” I ask him. “SuRe~ But first a GamE!” I stare at him, “Um o-okay?” I reply nervously. “Goodie! All you have to do is RUN!” I stare at him, “Run?” I ask him. “HEHEHE!!” I see the knife and run for it the maniac hot on my heels scratching the walls with the blade. “Leave me alone!” I sob tears blurring my vision. “But you need my HELP!” He screeches. I trip over a sheet on the floor falling forward. I smack my head on the tiles whimpering when I feel it crack. The mad skeleton appears his one eye glowing, “I don’t want t-to play your game anymore!” I whimper blood trickling down my face.”That means I WIN!” I scream shielding my face. “Asy S…T ..O ..P..!” 

[peachyzi]

Fuck it do em all

bith u right…

Bubble Gum: Gender?

female

Almond: Hair color? 

blonde

Aquamarine: Eye color? 

greenish blueish

Asparagus: Birthday? 

January 9

Cerise: First name? 

Angelina

Dandelion: Middle name? 

Jade-Nikole

Leather Jacket: Long or short hair? 

long

Pink Sherbert: Short or tall? 

tall ??????

Lavender: Braces? 

nope

Manatee: Smoker or non smoker? 

…smoker? not really anymore though

Mountain Meadow: Drank or still drink alcohol?

  drank, want to drink, dont wanna drink

Wisteria: Ever done drugs? 

ya bro :9

Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself? 

my collar bones lolol

Black Shadows: Something you’re allergic to? 

earrings ??? idk

Denim: Any diseases? 

I wouldn’t know, mayb, mayb not

Raw Umber: Sexual orientation? 

bisexual

Misty Moss: Kissed anyone other than family? 

ya my gf

Outer Space: Had sex? 

anyway

Shadow: Name of crush? 

it starts w/ a d and the rest is nunya

Smashed Pumpkin: Why do you like the person you do? 

because she’s glowing and radiating pure beauty yet she’s so unaware of it. her personality is so amazing and she’s so so so sweet and she makes me unbelievably happy. she’s a blessing to my life and even just remembering that she exists excites me. :-) :0 !!! etc…

Magic Mint: Number of people you dated? 

20 something lol

Steel Teal: Longest time you’ve dated someone? 

a year and a day wow

Thistle: Number of best friends? 

like 5 or 7 idk

Eggplant: Number of siblings? 

4

Fuchsia: Number of pets? 

1, my cat Bear

Plum: Still live with parent(s)? 

ya my mom

Razzmic Berry: Name of your mother? 

Jolene

Sonic Silver: Name of your father? 

Jeremy

Sea Serpent: Both parents still alive? 

yes i wonder if im in my dads will tho :/ (my mom said im not in hers wow :/)

Eucalyptus: Country you live in?

america

Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit? 

go w the flo, idk

Winter Sky: Number of days missed from school this year? 

more than 10

Mystic Maroon: Met anyone famous? 

grav3yardgirl

Dark Venetian Red: Dream job? 

none

Radical Red: Aesthetic? 

red, sexual, soft n grunge

Malachite: Something you love? 

myself

Moonstone: Something you love the smell of? 

gasoline LMAO 

Bittersweet: Favorite music artist? 

daddy ninji

Lemon Glacier: Favorite album? 

ugh by end me now on story of my life

Inchworm: Favorite song? 

puppy dog eyes by ida laurberg

Scarlet: Favorite book? 

eight keys by suzanne lafleur

Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show? 

it’s always sunny in Philadelphia

Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie? 

the hills have eyes

Blue Bell: Favorite restaurant? 

…applebees??????

Medium Orange: Favorite fruit? 

peach

Mulberry: Favorite vegetable? 

broccoli

Canary: Favorite class in school? 

currently trig

Periwinkle: Favorite website? 

… this piece of shit site …

Black: Favorite season? 

fall

Ruby: Favorite holiday? 

halloween

Midnight: Favorite day of the week? 

tuesday

Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?

11pm  

Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower? 

morning glory !! :’)

Sea Green: Favorite animal? 

OSTRICH

Timberwolf: Movie theater or Netflix? 

netflix :P

Blizzard Blue: Buying music or downloading from YouTube?

bith neither tf i got spotify