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cagenewman · 10 months ago

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You don't have to give them up, we'll just have rules about trying to walk on the runners and rugs as much as possible, to cushion the blow a little bit… because those floors really are gorgeous. Even you can admit to that one. Okay, but when I do manage to distract you into going out for dinner, I don't exactly hear you complaining, so I don't think that could really be considered a bad thing, do you? Besides, the chicken is always good for the next time that we need it for dinner, it's not like it went bad. He could, I tried other sports, I just never liked anything as much as I liked football, it was my thing, and now it's his thing, and that does make me pretty happy. It's nice to share a passion. I would. I don't know how they feel about me, but I feel like I've grown enough that I could have a mature, adult conversation with them without wanting to haul off and deck your dad in the mouth, so that's something, right? At least you've got two brothers to walk you down the aisle if you want to go that route, though. Sure, but in the spring time, we can just open the windows. I have a hard rule about not turning the air conditioning on until the temperature is steadily into the seventies, we're Mainers, baby. We're tough. But then you can have all of the central air that you want, all of the rooms will be nice and cool and livable for you. What's that saying… happy wife, happy life? I'm more than okay with that, he's been starting to borrow mine lately, which is fine, but I don't want him going through so much of mine that it's gone the next time that I need it. I'm pretty sure if you talked him into throwing away the cheap stuff, he would. He values your opinion, so… you have my permission to make him stop being a typical teenaged boy. You know that I would support you, no matter what you decided to do or what you thought you might want to pick up in your life -- it's something to consider, if you're serious about it. I don't want you to think you have to jump into it just because we got this crazy idea over bar food and cheap booze, but … I'm also definitely not against it. I already work with houses every day, trying to make them better for people to live in. These wouldn't be full restores, since you have to sink too much money into that, but flips and renos, we could do. I have the resources. And you have the drive to learn the real estate side, clearly, so. Think about it? No, I can't. I was just thinking the other day about how she's going to grow up not remembering a time in her life that I wasn't in it, and -- I don't know, it just made me feel good, that I got to come into her life when I did, that she gets to have all of her memories with us, being a part of this family. I always get nervous when he asks, because I keep thinking he's that goofy kid, but, you know, Kellan and I babysat our siblings at that age. I know times were different, but he did good. It's just an appetizer, Cor, we can still have chicken or fish as a meal! Admittedly, I just wanted the time out to focus on us for a bit, so thank you. As for that getting warm part… think I can help with that, yeah.

Oh, I already knew that you would be freaking out both internally and externally about the potential dents in the wood floor from my high heels, but if you think I'm going to give them up you may as well get a new dream. No, you would absolutely never wait till last minute to do any of that nor teach the kids that is something to do! Like forget to take the chicken out of the freezer 20 minutes before I'm on my way home and attempt to distract me with a night out for dinner. He seems pretty set on football, so I don't think you have to worry unless he gets a random love for baseball or lacrosse. You know, I don't know why it's the shoes and handbags that are the most expensive pieces, even if I love them. I know you don't want me to regret anything when it comes to our wedding or anything like that. Part of me is pretty sure that I won't, if I didn't regret getting through my baby shower without my mom, giving birth, her first birthday, etc... I think I'll survive. But, if it changes, I will let you know. Maybe I'll get to a point that I'll be okay with you going to talk to them. Ha ha, not amused, you know how I feel about central air conditioning. You'd have to pry myself out of rented house finger by finger if that was the case and you were going to just going to go with the 'open the windows' convo you should know that isn't going to go over well. So, I'm glad that the house is fully re-wired and we're going to have a beautiful heating and cooling system. Hey if he starts fighting me for bathroom time I'll hide his Axe body sprays.. which gosh.. didn't they discontinue those by now? Think I'm going to take him shopping for some colognes next weekend if you are okay with that. I know you've got him one or two that are good but think if he has enough we can hide those suckers permanently. Don't see you selling the house, it really is part of your family history and who wants to lose that? Don't have a secret talent for real estate but you know... I have always wanted to go back to school and... maybe this is crazy but what if I went back to school, got my real estate license. I could do some of the smaller houses in town, maybe even get a job with Rafael or we could slowly save up, buy a few houses, rent them out...? Of course I do! She is always going to be my little one. She was about eight months old when you first met her can you believe it? Now she's going to be three. I'm glad we gave Colton the chance and we even made it a couple of hours, house wasn't burnt down, she was even put to bed and sleeping like a happy little clam. Think when he isn't busy we could sometimes let him babysit in small doses when her regular babysitter is busy. I'm still vetoing pigs in a blanket at the wedding as an appetizer, by the way. Just in case you thought me ignoring that meant I gave in. Now can you come keep me warm because it is far too cold tonight.

#talking with cordelia #;; the way i was like ugh no i cannot focus i am going to sleep #and then was like well wait okay five minutes

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providencepeakrp · 3 years ago

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CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Rüya Seren.

Type of Connection: High School Ex/Former Roommate/Complication/Forme Mark?

Connection Name: UTP.

Connection Age: 31-34.

Suggested FCs: Serkay Tütüncü, Matt Barr, Ben Robson, Kellan Lutz, Miguel Gomez, John Clarence Stewart, Lewis Tan, Patrick Flueger, LaRoyce Hawkins, Serkan Cayoglu - UTP.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Okay so please bare with me I can never do anything short lmao and I have a lot of ideas for this!! Also trigger warnings for police, drugs, money laundering, jail.

So Rüya and this guy met in high school and dated. It wasn't a super serious relationship or anything and they broke up amicably and remained friends (She was very... wild child in hs due to some home issues and guilt issues so I imagine he'd have been part of that partying scene as well even if it wasn't as extensive or even more so. Up to you!)

Lost touch throughout the years, ya know, as people do

Once Rüya moved back to New York she reached out to him to see if he knew of anyone looking for a roommate and he was like 'Yeah! Me and my friends!' so she moved in with them

Prior to moving in with them, and tbh probably for the first few months, she had no idea about any of the criminal stuff they were doing- she just focused on taking care of her mom and working

She and this character kind of reconnected during this time, they became closer friends and just kind of vibed ya know

Slowly Rüya kind of became overwhelmed with her mom's medical bills/debt and her own bills and she was kind of floundering, vented to this character, who was like... maybe I can help

He talked to his pals and vouched for her and they brought her in on their operation

She started off slow because she had to gain their trust, but she did it quickly and she was *good* at it all

Then she got caught by an FBI agent trying to sell a big shipment of pills and was turned into a CI in lieu of going to prison

So she turned CI (one of the agents she worked with is actually in game and there's a WC for the other so!!) and she kind of... got closer to this character in order to get more information

He wasn't the like top dog of the operation, he trusted her, they got along *very* well so it made sense to her- esp since she was kind of trying to get as much information as fast as possible at first so she could get the whole thing over with

I was thinking that she kind of "dated" him during this time, pretended to have feelings and got closer to get this information... but the lines kind of got blurred between her actual feelings and what she was pretending in order to be trusted and brought further in

Whatever she WAS feeling for him was muddled/overshadowed by the v intense kind of... fling? Idk what to call it, she was having with one of the agents (that this character obviously wouldn't know about)

Anyways, all this to say his feelings were very real and so was his trust in her; so when shit hit the fan and she was produced as the prosecutions big ass confidential informant witness he was hurt, livid, confused... you name it, he probs felt it?

Rüya left NYC after the trials of her now former roommates were over and moved to Providence Peak six months ago

Rüya carries a lot of guilt about how she screwed this character over specifically, because she really did/does care for him in her own fucked up way especially with their history, so she wrote him a letter

I wanna say maybe a month or so ago? (Totally up to you, pls feel free to change it) this character was released from prison because his conviction got thrown out. The cops arrested and Mirandized him, he asked for a lawyer, and in their infinite wisdom/arrogance they ignored him and kept questioning him. SO his rights were violated, his lawyers found out AFTER the trial was over, and worked real hard to get him released

So dude is out now, and I think he's decided to track Rüya down- whether it's for revenge, to find out why she did what she did, or whatever- it's totally up for discussion and plotting!

We could also go the route of him just showing up in Providence for a fresh start and finding her working at one of the bars she works at and... oof. Instantly angry lol

I know this is a lot but I'm open to anything! And his history/future/everything his pretty much up in the air aka totally up to you. I just want the angst and the drama of him popping back in, her being scared/guilty, him being angry. And see where it goes. Please note though, I don't see him as a violent person so any sort of revenge isn't like... he'd kill her sort of thing. I have a Pinterest board for them here.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? Yes Please.

#Serkay Tütüncü #ben robson #oc rp #town #city rp #tw police #tw drugs #tw jail #closedconnection

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chayacat · 4 years ago

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Devil’s Sweet Star (5)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut

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The days are the same and fortunately for you, no further attempted aggression has been committed on you. But it's not the police you have to thank for that, but just yourself. Because when you tried to file a complaint against your attacker, all the police were able to tell you was that there was nothing they could do. Because as you bear no stigma, no trace of blow ... there would be no point in filing a complaint. You sigh just by thinking about it, decidedly the mentality of some police officers will always surprise you. You really wonder what criteria they are recruited on.

While you were serving a few clients, your gaze was slowly moving towards Jed, leaning over those drafts blackened by his pencil. God he’s beautiful when he is focused... something about him attracts you when he's in that state. But now is not the time to be lost in your thoughts! Let's stay professional first! you walk towards him a tea in hand that you lay on the table, bringing him out of his concentration. He gave you a smile, that angelic smile that could melt all hearts. We remain professional I said!

“I think it'll do you the greatest good, three coffees in a row could turn you into a ball of nerve. always immersed in your research about this ... Hoggins?” You said looking down to the papers.

“Yeah, I need to know a couple of things about him for this reception...so I could more easily slip into the crowd and rummage through his stuff without him noticing anything. Can you imagine if I find anything compromising about this story? This will create the biggest scandal this city... this state has never known.” he responds with some enthusiasm.

“You could also be killed so no one knows. That Hoggins is a very influent man. He could hire someone to kill you and your peers, like that bastard... Forget it. I can’t believe what the police told me... What are they waiting for? that I'm dying to act?”

“This the reason why I rather fend for myself and solve problems in my own way. and that's what I plan to do with Mike. he thinks he can belittle me and hit me with impunity, he is seriously mistaken. I'll take the time it takes, but one day I'll give him back the blows he'll take from me.” He replies putting his glasses back.

“Well, not so shy as I thought after all.”

“I am someone who interacts with people based on how they act with me. If they put me lower than earth ... I do the same.”

He sipped his tea while putting a little order on the table. You can't help but look at his piercing blue eyes, so attractive, that's what makes all his charm, his major asset. When they stared at you, you feel your cheeks blush slightly and with a little embarrassed laugh, you get up and start heading to the counter ready to welcome new customers.

“You know...” Jed starts making you stop and turn to him. “I was thinking... that you could go with me to this reception. If I say you're with me, I don't think it's going to be a problem.” he said with a little smile.

“What?? Me?? Jed I... It’s really nice of you but...I’m not a journalist and even less a girl from high society. I wouldn't feel like I belong there. And then I might embarrass you in your work...I don’t know if it’s a really good idea.” you answer putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why not? I'm going to have a good night at this reception too. But knowing Melina and Mattew, they're going to go their own way and leave me alone lost in the middle of people I don't know. So, if I can share it with a friend... And chat with someone I like and know... I'd rather you came.”

“Well...okay. Thanks Jed. I appreciate that you've thinking about me.”

The door opened and a woman entered the café. Given the outfit she was wearing, she was either working in the office or she was a businesswoman. But a horrible thrill pierced you when you saw in the distance Mc Kellan a smile on the corner. Whoever this woman is, this scumbag knows her for sure.

“Are you the owner of The Nebula?” said the woman by looking around her.

“Yes. Can I help you?” you answer a little worried.

“Let me introduce myself: Mrs Alice Milton. Hygiene inspector. Mr. Kellan has informed me that you are not complying with certain health measures and I am here to check. You don't mind, do you?

“No... Not at all.” you said, trying to stay calm.

Mrs Milton began to do his inspection. She checked every table, every seat, every window. No object escaped his gaze. Then she went to the back shop to check the reserves and worktops. She wrote down two or three things on her notebook and went on.

You observe her, the fear in your stomach, trembling slightly to the simple fact that she could make fall the cleaver on you. You suddenly feel a hand resting on your shoulder, it was Jed's. He gave you a big smile to reassure you, calm your fears and make you understand that whatever she says, he will help you.

Mrs. Milton put away her belongings without saying a word, then left the café to go to McKellan. From the counter you could see them chatting, Mc Kellan didn't look happy and the young woman tried to calm him down. You'd like to be a pigeon or a fly to find out what they're telling each other.

Suddenly you see Mc Kellan driving away without Mrs. Milton. This one came back to the café but for some reason, you feel more comfortable...as if she were just becoming a customer like the others. And this was confirmed when she smiled at you, a reassuring smile, a friendly smile.

“You can breathe now, he's gone. I'm sorry I did this with you. But I had to stay professional in front of him. You are not Horace's first victim. Can I?” She said, looking at Jed’s table.

“Sure.” Jed simply said.

“You look like... not to appreciate him either.” you said while keeping your distance.

“Not really. Horace trusts very few people. He's a very selfish man. Who wants to impose his laws and his manners on everyone. and as soon as someone dares to oppose him... He's calling on me to ‘make the vermin flow’. As I said, you’re not the first one on his list, and you won’t be the last.”

“I have no doubt about that. Coffee?” you ask her before filling her a cup when she nodded. “What did you say to him? Outside.”

“That I found nothing. And as always, he was upset. I said I'll continue my search...But don’t worry I won't do anything. On the other hand, be careful, He’s not likely to give up so easily. And if he gets more upset, he'll make you killing and throwing in Dry Creek.”

Jed says nothing but Danny burns internally, if someone has the right to kill you...It’s him and ONLY him. That's one more reason to kill McKellan. This guy is not only dangerous for you, but for Danny's reputation. There can only be one killer here and Danny is not the type to share the scene. Danny has no choice. He has to get rid of Mc Kellan first. Mike can wait a bit.

“What can I do?” you ask worried.

“Do nothing toward him. Everything you do, he’ll turn it against you. And he’ll get what he wants. I suggest you to protect yourself. Or at least not to be alone in case he'll send you another assailant. Always have something to defend yourself. Or someone.” said Mrs Milton.

You nodded and after a few minutes of conversation, Mrs Milton leaves the coffee, wishing you good luck. You clean Jed's table, who was tidying up his belongings, getting ready to leave. He wrote something on a sheet which he handed you with a little smile. You tilt your head to the side, an eyebrow raised.

“My phone number, in case you’ll need something. Or just want to talk.” He said.

“Jed come on...I can...” you start to answer before seeing he’s insisting. You sight, taking the sheet on your hand. “Fine...Thanks Jed. I’ll owe you one. More than one in fact.”

“I know you’ll help me someday. So, don’t worry. Oh and... I love your praline and coconut cake. A strange but very interesting mix.” he said before leaving, weaving his hand with that angelic smile on his face.

The rest of the day took place and it must be admitted that it was quite sporty. It's hard to handle so many people on your own. But until you have some financial stability, you can't hire someone at the moment. After your usual closing ritual, you go home. Next goal: buys a pepper spray or a small knife, just in case.

You pick up your mail and go back to your apartment. What a relief to finally be at home. You put your belongings on the couch, the letters in a bowl dedicated to your mail and you head to the kitchen. Family's photos decorated some walls of the apartment reviving wonderful memories... But also, painful wounds. Homemade carbonara pasta for the evening will suit perfectly. it is rare that you take industrial products. As you put all the ingredients on the worktop, the phone rang.

Who can call you at this hour? You don't remember giving someone your landline number since you arrived. You ignore the call and go back to your business when it rang again. Someone's really trying to reach you. You take the handset of the phone determined to know who can call you at this time. Every time, it's a number error.

“Hello? Who’s on the phone?” you said.

“Oh. You're not my aunt. Sorry I got the wrong number.” respond the other person on the phone.

Jackpot.

“It doesn't matter, it happens to everyone. Good night.” you replied as start to hang up.

“Wait, wait! Can... can we talk a little bit more? I never heard such a beautiful voice like yours before.”

“Quite a charmer, are you? Well, if you want. if it can make you happy.” You answer with a little laugh.

“Thanks. It's rare for people who take the time to chat with strangers on the phone. Usually, they hang up immediately or never respond. Nice shirt by the way.”

" well, it's usually rare to answer numbers that...” You start before realizing what he said last. “excuse me...What did you just say?”

“I said nice shirt. Purple suits you well.”

“H-how do you know that?”

“... Raise your head.”

You gradually raise your head and face the building in front of yours. In the window that faced yours, you see him. A man with a white mask was there, tilting his head waving his hand to say hello.

“See me now?” He chuckles.

“Who the f*** are you ??” You respond even if you already know the answer.

“What a lovely language...Well, I'm sure you already know the answer but if you insist. You can call me: Ghostface. I think I'm gonna call you...”

“what do you want?”

“Just talk. As I said, I never heard such a beautiful voice before...and never see such a pretty face like yours too.”

“call a prostitute if you want to chat, you freaking weirdo.” You replied ready to hang up.

“Tsk tsk. No no no my little star...if you hang up...you won’t see the sun rise tomorrow. Or your dear nerdy friend won’t see it.”

“Leave Jed alone! It’s between you and me! if you dare to touch him, I swear...” you say angrily before hearing him laugh.

“Calm down my sweet little star... The truth is, I don't intend to touch him. It is thanks to him that I have acquired this beautiful but sinister reputation. He makes me the star of Roseville. We need each other. But let's talk about you. I must admit that I find it difficult to understand how such beauty as you live in such city. You must have a good reason.”

“It’s none of your business. I can ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I want to leave a trace in this miserable world. I want everyone remember my name. But for that I have to move across all the country. You know what? I'm going to let you live for now. But I advise you not to tell the police about our little conversation. It will pain me a lot to disfigure such a pretty face ... and a pretty body. And don't worry, we'll meet again. Good night my sweet little star... Have a beautiful dream.” He said chuckling before hanging up.

You hang up the phone on the table and when you look back at the window, he was gone. Like a shadow in the night. You take a deep breathe, rubbing your face in your hands and sit on the sofa. Deep down, you felt that sooner or later you would face him. But not so quickly. Fortunately for you, he is not determined to make you a new victim of his macabre round. But for how long? you hope for as late as possible.

Unknowingly, my dear little star you fell into the spider's web. Without knowing it you have caught the attention of the devil.

And that's just the beginning.

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(Done! I'm glad to see you like it! And I hope it will continue! By the way I recently watched The Boy and discovered that dear Brahms~ And I must confess that he does not leave me indifferent. What a lovely British accent he has~ See ya! )

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #danny johnson #jed olsen #ghostface

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kcllans · 4 years ago

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( dylan minnette, cis male, he/him ) have you heard about KELLAN RICCI? they’re a 21 year old INTERN in the NEWS team. i don’t know what their last job was, all i know is that they’re originally from BOSTON, MA. carol in hr said that they’re kinda IMPULSIVE and SARCASTIC but jessica in marketing insists that they are HONEST and DILIGENT. at the end of the day, no one is worthy of the instant hype here. i just hope they get to achieve their dream of being A JOURNALIST one day. According to the latest Vibez quiz, their Disney soulmate is PRINCE ERIC.

heyyyyy nicole again and this is kellan!! (this is a sideblog to brady so kellan will not follow u back, don’t take it personally xoxoxo). his STATS PAGE with lots more stuff is here.

again, im unfortunately not really here here for opening, so i might not see tumblr messages immediately. you can add me on discord ( john ambrose mcclaren#1627 ) and hmu there to plot and everything!! or ill get back to u here later. i put some very basic connections ideas at the bottom of brady’s intro that apply to kellan too but id love to just plot based on our muses specifically! so yay ok here we go:

background

kellan is the oldest of three children, born to nico and vanessa ricci in boston, MA. nico is a nurse and vanessa is a veterinarian, so they both work a lot and have since kellan was young. it’s not a big deal, though; they’re good parents and do a lot for kellan and his 2 younger sisters.

all around the riccis are a pretty typical family. growing up, his parents always made sure to have Family Time™ when they weren’t working and the five of them could all be together. they’re really open and kellan always knew that he could tell them stuff if he needed to. but you know, as far as being a kid goes, he never had much he wanted to tell. they trusted him, though, and it’s not like they were home often enough to see what he was doing anyway.

as for his 2 younger sisters — one is close in age to him (this is a wanted connection so check that out !!). they grew up as very normal siblings, close one minute and hating each other the next, but now that they’re older, ofc kellan loves her and definitely feels closer to her than to his parents. then there’s their 14-year-old sister (obvs npc). kellan of course has the inherent desire to protect and be there for both of his sisters at all times.

when he reached a certain age, kellan thinks he probably just...got bored. so he started to act out a little. not much at first, just skipping a class here and there or going out way too late with his friends, but it escalated a bit as time went on. by the time kellan was in high school, he was def a bit of a delinquent. he and his friends would shoplift just for fun, or fuck with people purely for entertainment. he’s mostly grown out of that (especially after a certain incident in college where kellan very narrowly avoided legal trouble), but he still likes to cause a lil trouble. get a lil crazy. be a lil silly. maybe he still likes to light stuff on fire, idk, ask him not me.

fun facts and info!!

contrary to the fact that he is Dumb, he has always loved reading and writing. he has plans of becoming a journalist so he’s also working a lot on photography (to get good shots for articles), and often has a camera around his neck to practice that.

he initially started as an intern in the entertainment team, but he didn’t end up moving up in that department, so he transferred over to the news team and is interning all over again. a lil salty abt that, don’t txt.

he kind of gives off sk8r boi vibes, but he absolutely does not know how to skate. he owns a skateboard though. and sometimes he’ll carry it and never ride it. mind ya business.

his hair is absolutely always dyed fun colors (thank you dylan minnette for ur service), so it’ll probably fall out before he turns 30. currently it’s blue!

he is wildly bisexual. very much happy and open about that.

he’s def very ~in touch with his feelings~ so he and his homies say real men cry and that’s that on that.

he’s super romantic, but it all depends on the other person. he’ll do a lot to make someone he loves smile but won’t go all out if that isn’t their jam ya know? he’s good at reading people (and also just straight up asking, and that’s on healthy communication).

he knows when to tone things down and keep certain things private, but for the most part he really enjoys saying his piece/just being heard. so the journalism thing makes sense, really. like, listen to ME specifically talk about this thing. but of course that mindset has and will likely continue to get him into some shit lol. being too showy can get u in trouble. keep ya MOUTH shut, ricci.

omg beep beep ricci

i can’t think of toooo much else to add right now? i believe that is the essence of him and as i figure out more i will speak on it.

some aesthetics i think of for him (while i work on his pinterest board): worn out converse, laying on the roof at midnight staring at the stars, dogs wearing sunglasses, asking for nudes via nintendo DS pictochat, one of those spinning colorful disco ball lights.

#vibez:intros

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cuddleswinchester · 2 years ago

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I have a soft spot for the MASH compression fracture scene bc I’ve seen one of those surgeries and it was before I even worked in OR 😳

It was my last night in the ED actually. I made about a hundred M’n’M cookies and brought them in for everyone. It was one of those nights where all the ugly shit was happening at once. Somehow I always brought food on the bad days, either I knew it was coming or I caused it 🤷🏻

This guy came in with a cf and it wasn’t even his primary reason for being there. He overdosed on something and fell down the stairs and then it happened. He wasn’t stable to transfer. No anesthesia, he was already unconscious and didn’t respond to pain. He needed loooots of monitoring. There was no time to take him up to OR, so a team came down to do it right there in the emergency dept. knowing I’d be transferring to surgery the next week, I was really intrigued by the table of wrapped instruments and followed it. A lot of us had the same idea. (Operating in the ED is really rare and not advisable because there’s not a hope in hell for a sterile field down there but sometimes it’s gotta be done. I only ever saw two surgeries over the three years I worked in there, the other being a burr hole.) Anyway - ED staff being the nasty and curious gremlins that we are, we all jumped at the chance to watch the procedure. No sterile field. The mental image of everyone pacing around the room watching and eating cookies will stay with me forever. (They weren’t like right up close to the patient don’t worry, they were curious, not dumb.)

#and I’m longing to go back there where the people were nice to me hahahaha #Kellan talks about work stuff #tw medical

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somekidnamedkai · 4 years ago

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If it’s okay, could I please request Nathan x Mc fluff with prompt 45 - how long have you been standing their? 💙💐

Of course! I really hope you like this. I love Nate, and I loved writing this for him.

#45 - How long have you been standing there?

I walked into my room after a long day of work. I yawned slightly. I started getting a little tired from everything that happened. Sascha, Fiona, and I hung out for some of the day, and then I had to talk business with Cecelia and Kellan about stuff for the ward, and then after that, Nathan and I went out for a picnic date. Enzo has started to warm up to Nathan, but he still doesn’t like the ghost cowboy dating me that much. “Enzo, are you here?” I asked my familiar, as I walked more in my room. Enzo jumped up from the bed, “Yep! I’m right here, MC, do you need anything?” He asked me. I love him, Enzo is an amazing familiar. “Nope, I was just wondering if you were here,” I told him, smiling, “but if you want we can talk,” I told him, a smirk forming. “Not if all you’re going to talk about is your ghost cowboy,” Enzo said to me and fake gagged as I laughed in response.

I stretched a little bit, “Aww come on, I know you like him, Enzo,” I said to my familiar, to which he responds by turning away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Enzo said to me, not facing me. I bet he’s smiling and doesn’t want to admit it. “How about I tell you everything about my day then, not just the date?” I said to Enzo, either way, I’m talking about the date. “Fine. Go ahead, but I already know all of the business with Kellan and Cecelia, so spare the details about that.” Enzo told me as I laughed in response to him, I hummed, pretending to think as to where I should start. “Hmm. should I start with the date?” I joked, with a smirk, as Enzo groaned in response, “Don’t you dare. Do it in chronological order.” Enzo said, glaring at me, which gave me a good laugh.

“Alright, alright, fine.” I started talking, “Well first, I went to brunch with Sascha and Fiona, and we talked about some stuff, about me being a witch, and our powers. I let Fiona read my fortune for once,” I started to talk, and I heard Enzo fake snore, “that’s so boring! Gimme interesting, what happened on your date with cowboy?” Enzo asked me as he flew upside down as I chuckled, “Alright then, I didn’t know you liked Nate enough for me to talk about him,” I said to Enzo, with a smirk on my face. Enzo’s appalled reaction made me chuckle, “I do NOT like him! I don’t disrespect him.” Enzo told me, crossing his arms. Yeah, sure, Enzo, I see right through you. “Okay, well then, about my date. Where do I start, Nathan took me on a ride with Sage, and when we finished with the ride, Nathan took me to a spot where a picnic was set up. He had everything there was a lot of nice food. I don’t know how cowboy did it, but he did a good job on the date, and I was so happy to be with Nate. I love him.” I told Enzo, a blush creeping up on my face. Enzo inched closer to my face, “what happens next MC?” he asked me. “Why do you care?” I said, answering his question with a question. “Oh, I don’t. Bye, MC, I’m going to talk to the chickens.” Enzo said then left.

I decided to not question it. I was about to tug my shirt off after Enzo left, but I heard a chuckle from my door. Shocked, I jumped around and saw none other than Nathan. “Cowboy!” I exclaimed, shocked, “How long have you been standing there?!” I exclaimed at him, glaring. “Long enough,” Nathan said with a smirk to me. I just decided to check up on my darling before I went back home,” he told me, “that, or I could stay here?” He asked with a smile. “Now, now cowboy, Donna doesn’t do overnight visitors.” I told him with a smirk, “so, go away.” I said. “Just don’t vanish me again,” he teased. I looked at him with an innocent grin, “I would never, cowboy,” I told him, my smile only growing.

Nathan laughs in response to that, “Alright, and if you ever think about vanishing me again, I’ll have no choice but to tickle you,” he told me with a smirk, “No way!” I yelled at that. But Nathan ignored me, he went to me a couple of quick strides and started tickling me, as I laughed so hard, “Nate!” exclaimed while laughing. “Stop!” I exclaimed as he just tickled me more, my laugh going throughout the room. Nate laughed while he tickled me and threw me onto the bed and tickled my sides more, “I.. can’t.. breath..” I said between laughs, after that, Nathan had stopped. I looked at him with a red face from laughing so hard, “I’ll get you back for that cowboy,” I said to him, catching my breath. “You can get me back by giving me a kiss,” Nathan suggested, smirking. I nodded an alright, I pulled him on the bed next to me, and I kissed him, over and over again, all over his face. For the next few minutes we just lay there, cuddling, and I fall asleep, wrapped in Nathan’s arms.

#wicked lawless love #lovestruck #lovestruck wll #nathan cayde #request #lovestruck wicked lawless #lovestruck nathan #nathan wicked lawless

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trismp4 · 2 years ago

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kellan made 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 no senes to tristan . he wasn't sure if the guy was 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 or tristan himself was so disconnected from reality , he had no idea what was coming out the others mouth . that being said , tristan wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed . he blamed the fact that he dropped out of school when he was younger but it could've very well of been because he refused to crack open a book or further educate himself on anything but what he was interested in . the reality of it all was , they were both off their rocker in their own right . insane in two completely different ways . if anything , kellan was going to be what drove tristan to pure insanity . looking back in the direction that at this point was almost laughable how 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 they were both looking off into the distance in search of nothing . tristan looked back at kellan , eyes widening for a moment . ❛ they're listening ? why the fuck would they be listening to us ? ❜ tristan's brain still glued to the fact that kellan had to also be talking about insects . a fear that the bugs were all listening , out to get them all . ❛ i don't think . . . do you think they're listening ? ❜ to be fair , tristan was pretty crossfaded throughout the night and his fear of bugs 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 any other thought in his brain . . . ( or maybe that was just an excuse to how stupid he was getting swept up in kellan's nonsense . ) ❛ where do you get this stuff ? ❜ real question being , how did his brain work in the way it did ? how was he able to function like this ? when tristan spent hardly any time with the other and already felt like he was the one losing his mind .

oscar wilde once said that life imitated art and kellan did a fantastic job of imitating art ; performance art . if it had been purposeful or to approach some grand goal then it would have been the performance of a lifetime but unfortunately kellan really believed each of his actions , part and parcel of his greater identity , a signature of creative license . many would have been offended by the laughter that ricochets in response to words which were all completely serious , delivered to have their own echo more than anything else but kellan did not take it to heart . it wasn't tristan's fault that he didn't understand the artistic vision and greater commentary on the human existence . not everyone could be as insightful as them . glancing over the shoulder in the direction that the other was now looking in , too fractured from his earlier forlorn stare to connect the dots , " a bug ? " asked with some puzzlement and then as if having some deep and powerful realisation , voice lowers , " you're right , i should be more careful gloating about my artistic abilities and plot ideas . someone could be listening and steal my ideas for themselves . good save , " truly believing this was what the other meant … that someone would bug the met gala just to steal his film idea .

#( * dialogue . )#( + kellan . )#kellanthalman #( event : met gala . )

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askmidam · 5 years ago

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Interlude IV

“I thought you were against celebrating Thanksgiving,” Michael deadpanned, watching Adam hurry around their kitchen.

“I am,” Adam explained, “Trust me, I am...but I was against the idea of my family until my mom’s family showed up. Them being here, it brings me closer to her.”

Michael smiled softly, just nodding, “What can I do to help?”

“Uh…” Adam trailed off, thinking, “We’re making pies, my grandfather is doing the turkey and stuff at home, it’s always been a tradition that he did that. Joy and Martin are coming too, since they don’t really have their parents anymore...most of my friends are coming, actually, except Jared.”

Michael swallowed, “I am still trying to locate him.”

“I know, you’re doing your best,” Adam smiled, kissing him on the cheek as he walked passed, making the guilt in Michael’s chest swarm around a little more.

“So who all is coming?” Michael changed the subject quickly.

“My grandpa, my grandma, my Uncle Keith, my Aunt Ellie, my two cousins, Lorie and Lorna, Lorna’s boyfriend, Mark, Lorie’s girlfriend, Elena…” Adam trailed off, trying to think, “Like I said, Martin, Joy, Ryka...Dawson,” he added, clearing his throat.

Michael tensed slightly, but didn’t say anything. Adam seemed stressed enough, he didn’t need Michael’s weird stomach feeling bothering him about Dawson.

“This will be good for you,” Michael said quietly, “Having a good family around.”

Adam smiled softly, finally stopping his running around for a minute and wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck, “My family is you...you’re the one who’s been in my life and been there for me the longest, Mike.”

Michael leaned down, pressing his lips against Adam’s.

Adam pulled away after a few seconds, “Okay, no distracting me, help me with this pie crust, halo.”

…

Dawson arrived first.

Of course he did.

Well, technically he arrived with Ryka, but that was beside the point.

He was still the first person to walk through the door, carrying a bowl of what Michael considered to look like chunks of blood.

Adam explained it was cranberry sauce and needed to go in the fridge until they ate.

Dawson sat on the couch like he owned the place and it annoyed Michael to no end as he sat there watching the “football” and drinking a beer.

“Two’s his limit,” Ryka explained as she helped Adam in the kitchen, “I’m putting him on a limit.”

“Joy said he had a problem with alcohol after…” Adam trailed off.

“It’s not your fault,” Ryka said quickly, “At all. Don’t think it is. People deal with grief in different ways.”

Adam just swallowed, nodding. He smiled at Michael weakly, where he was hovering in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, watching Dawson, “Hey, Mike, I’m pretty sure my granddad just pulled in, wanna help me carry some stuff inside?”

“Yes,” Michael said immediately, following him out the side door.

…

“Adam!” his grandfather, Kate’s father, James, called, waving as he stood beside his grandmother, Katherine, “Bring you and your muscles over here, we need some help.”

Adam chuckled, walking over with Michael, “Granddad, Grandma, this is my boyfriend, Michael.”

Boyfriend.

Michael had never thought of himself as a boyfriend before.

Of course, he and Adam were together. They’d been together for a thousand years but now they were together romantically by human standards.

He was a boyfriend.

Adam was his boyfriend.

“Well, good to meet you, Mike,” Katherine patted him on the arm.

“You the one who has been taking care of our boy?” James asked.

“Yes, sir,” Michael nodded, “I will do so everyday of my life.”

“He’s, uh…” Adam trailed off when he saw James and Katherine staring at him, “Formal.”

“Ah,” James nodded, “Mormon, then.”

Adam covered up his laughter with a cough.

Michael mouthed the word mormon in confusion but was quickly cut off by James shoving a huge pan into his arms.

“Take that on inside for me, Mike,” James clapped him on the shoulder, “I need to talk to Adam for a minute alone.”

Michael stared at Adam for a moment who nodded in encouragement, a smile on his face. He smiled back before turning and going inside the house, looking over his shoulder a few times as he did.

When he looked back, James had pulled Adam into a tight hug.

…

“My boy,” James said quietly, hugging Adam tightly.

Adam hugged him back, not saying anything. His grandparents had always lived too far away to be there for him when he was younger and his mom was working all the time, but they were still his grandparents, the only ones he had ever even met. He got to spend summers with them every year with Martin and Joy sometimes tagging along, it was always so peaceful with them.

“That man who took you is lucky they can’t find him,” James said, pulling away and touching the side of Adam’s face, “I’d kill the son of a bitch myself.”

Oh yeah.

The cover story.

The lie.

Adam smiled softly, “Don’t worry, grandpa, Michael is protecting me...and I’m pretty good at protecting myself.”

“Let’s not get so serious so quick,” Katherine said quickly, pulling Adam into a hug as well, “It’s a happy day, we’re all together again.”

Adam smiled, hugging her back just as tightly.

“So,” Katherine pulled away, her hands on his shoulders, “Tell me about Michael.”

…

“Stop spying,” Joy elbowed Michael, having snuck up on him.

Michael glared at them, seeing Martin standing beside his cousin, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“It’s his grandparents, we used to stay with them every summer when we were younger, chill, angel boy,” Martin rolled his eyes, “Come help us set up the table.”

Michael huffed and followed them.

“Not like they’re from the damn Visit or anything,” Martin scoffed.

“What is the Visit?” Michael looked confused, following after the cousins.

…

“Here, Mike, sit by me,” Adam said quickly, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to sit at the table with him.

Michael smiled softly, continuing to hold his hand under the table.

“Should we...say a prayer-” James started.

“Nope,” Adam said quickly, causing everyone to look up at him, “Everyone dig in.”

Everyone went silent.

“What?” Adam asked, “Our house, our rules.”

“I’m an atheist anyways,” Lorie shrugged, starting to eat as well.

Michael went to say something, but thought better of it.

“Good enough for me, let’s dig in,” Adam’s uncle, Keith, said simply.

…

“What are they doing?” Michael peered out the window.

“Football,” Martin said simply, wincing when Joy tackled Adam to the ground, “Joy always wins.”

“He won’t be hurt, will he?” Michael asked quickly.

“Well, you can just heal him if he does, right, angel?” Martin asked, taking a long drink of beer.

Michael narrowed his eyes, “I sense you have a problem.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Martin scoffed, “Dude, you’re an angel of the lord and you’re banging my best friend. This group doesn’t have the best experiences with God and stuff, because he hasn’t been helping us out much.”

“Yes, well, my Father never helped me out much either,” Michael snapped, continuing to watch out the window. He quickly leaned down and picked up Aira when she brushed against his legs, holding her close to his chest.

“He left Adam and I to rot in Hell for ten human years,” Michael told Martin softly, petting Aira’s head, “I have lost faith in him as well, you aren’t alone there.”

Martin stayed silent.

“And I am not banging Adam, we are boyfriends,” Michael added, “And I love him very much.”

And maybe he said it just a little louder, knowing Dawson was helping clean up in the kitchen.

But it made the weird feeling in his stomach feel a little better.

…

Adam closed the door once the last of his family left, letting out a sigh of relief. He rested his forehead on the cool door for a moment, finally letting out a breath he didn’t know he was really holding.

It had actually went well.

He felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around his waist and he sighed again, leaning back against Michael.

“I am happy you were happy with your family,” Michael told him softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

Adam relaxed a little, “Me too...it was actually nice. They loved you too.”

“I’m glad,” Michael added, “But I am tired and would like to head up to bed. Will you join me?”

“Yeah,” Adam nodded, “Yeah, I will, Mike.”

…

Adam’s family’s FCs, they’ll be added to the character page tomorrow probably:

Cloris Leachman - Adam’s grandmother, Katherine Scott Glenn - Adam’s grandfather, James Kellan Lutz - Adam’s uncle (Kate’s younger brother), Keith Rebecca Ferguson - Adam’s aunt, Ellie Dakota Fanning - Adam’s cousin, Lorie Diana Silvers - Lorie’s girlfriend, Elena Elle Fanning - Adam’s cousin, Lorna Beau Mirchoff - Lorna’s boyfriend, Mark

#cutscene;

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salamispots · 6 years ago

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Hi! What are your favorite artists and influences? And what are your favorite mythical creatures? :)

hi! and mythology creatures you say

and griffin hippogriff sphinx things. and merfolk (but yall already know that one haha)

OK so I always keep saying there’s too many artists/influences and whatnot but for once I’m going to (try) list all of the main ones -cracks knuckles-

Amei Zhao (I love her comics/stories/flowyness)

Atelier Sentô (gorgeous watercolor comics and art)

Victorin Ripert (really playful art and shapes also there’s a giant mola mola banner art what’s not to love)

Shaun Tan (super dreamlike idk everything is beautiful period; their comic/book The Arrival is one of my top favs honestly)

reykat (everything is so strange and mysterious and beautiful)

nephelomancer (also very beautiful and strange and mysterious)

Natalie Andrewson (I love how effortless the lines feel and how playful/colorful)

Jen Wang (graphic novels and comics; work is gesturey and lovely)

Emily Carroll (I love her use of comic layouts -esp. online- and stories; mostly horror/creepy things)

Matt Rockefeller (every illustration is so chock full of story and moods)

Jonathan Mathiasen (really unique gorgeous style and thoughtful/mindful way of approaching art in general)

Zoé B. Simpson (beautiful solid style)

Heather Penn (beautiful comics and colors)

Hwei Lim (effortless feeling and elegant art)

Florian Aupetit (really intriguing illustrations and his lighting/colors are killer)

pixelpchan (tasty paintings; really interesting how he translates things into gouache)

Manu Arenas (sketches/style/shapes/comics are magical and natural)

Joy Ang (art shapes are really precise and lovely)

Arthur Fong (inks and style are really cool)

Kellan Jett (plein air and nice shape language)

Enrique Fernández (comics and shapes/style are amazing; I have his comic L’ile sans sourire and I still can’t believe it’s digital)

Tyler Crook (moody watercolor/painty style; worked on Harrow County comics!)

Daryl Toh ( I love the digital-ness feeling of his work and his comics/stories; there was an old comic called The Dreamwalker Chronicles and that influenced me a ton/stuck with me)

Yvan Duque (everything feels like a fairy tale and a lot of his stuff is from gouache; art shapes)

Veikka Somerma (beautiful environments and shapes/colors)

Thomas Scholes (ornate and colors)

Tobias Kwan (everything is greaat sketches/paintings are dark moody and gorgeous)

Clio Chiang (how she draws/sketches people and uses different mediums)

Kei Acedera (really neat concepts/kinda dreamy and soft -honestly makes me think of cotton candy haha)

Dani Diez (beautiful shapes and colors; love his sketchbook stuff as well)

heikala (so effortless feeling and nice; also the videos of her processes are really relaxing and fun to watch)

loiclocatelli (beautiful gesturey and flowy art and I love his comics/compositions)

Alan Cortes (beautiful inky monstersss)

Sophie Li ( lovely art shapes/characters

Uwe Heidschötter (character style/shape language is really nice and balanced)

Kazu Kibuishi (what made me want to start making comics was his comic anthology called Flight; found a ton of artists through those comics)

Amy Kibuishi (one of the first webcomics I ever read online; I think right now she’s working on that same webcomic and it’s getting published next year?)

https://claystorks.tumblr.com/ (soft style and really good comics/stories)

Books/comics/etc:

Four Eyes by Joe Kelly and Max Fiumara (comic about dragon fighting rings and a boy who’s raising one? it’s great)

East by Edith Pattou (idk I found this book in junior high and it’s always going to have a soft spot in my heart; basically a retelling of East of the Sun and West of the Moon).

I, Coriander by Sally Gardner and The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale (haha all my books/influences are ones I found in highschool/junior high; basically fairy tale-esque stories)

The Fisherman by John Langan (very good horror I think it’s one of my favorites)

Fairy Tales by Berlie Doherty and Jane Ray (my mom got me this book when I was a kid and the illustrations def. influenced my style).

Coraline by Neil Gaiman (drawings were really cool and I think that’s where I get the slight creepiness sometimes in my art from)

Laird Barron (recently found his work and they’re very good; horror story stuff)

The Screams of Dragons by Kelley Armstrong

Harrow County by Cullen Bunn and Tyler Crook (mentioned it earlier but it’s very good)

Immortal Rain (Meteor Methuselah) by Kaori Ozaki (favorite manga, story is beautiful and so is the art)

Ancient Magus Bride by Kore Yamazaki (beautiful art and stories, also a favorite)

Kuutei Dragons (Drifting Dragons) by Taku Kuwabara (the story/world is fun)

Ao no Flag by Kaito (story is very good/thoughtful)

Houseki no Kuni by Haruko Ichikawa (I love how fluid the lines are)

Sing No Evil by Jp Ahonen and KP Alare (art is great, story is interesting too, it involves music bands and a talking bear and …a possible accidental demon contract thing that makes you a little uh hungry in exchange for playing bangin’ music?)

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang (coming of age story in a way, it’s very good)

Most of the Ghibli movies haha (Howl’s Moving Castle, Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, Tales from Earthsea, Porco Rosso, and esp. On Your Mark music video

Rise of the Guardians movie (idk haha this movie just got stuck in my head after I first watched it)

ps: will be adding more/editing every once in a while

#long post #anon asks #art asks #art inspiration #artist inspiration #idk if you wanna see more you can always see who I follow on instagram haha #a buncha fellas

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 6 years ago

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Stella and the Wolf - Chapter 24

You can read it on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here.

Tuesday floats by without incident. Stiles eats lunch at the popular table again, this time joined by Danny and a bunch of other people—including Allison and Scott—so werewolf business if off the table, but it’s kind of a relief to be talking about normal, boring high school stuff, even if half the cafeteria is still watching like they’re expecting Stiles and Allison to get into a throw-down fight.

Please. Stiles isn’t that stupid. Allison would wipe the floor with him, and he knows it.

Stiles does get the chance to talk to Scott in Biology though, because Mr. Dalloway is a year away from retirement and stopped giving a fuck about a decade ago.

“You have to stay away from Allison for a bit,” Stiles warns him. “Like, her grandfather is as psycho as Kate. If he finds out what you are, he’ll kill you.”

Scott’s brows draw together in a worried expression. “I mean, I get it, but she needs me right now, you know?”

Stiles pinches the bridge of his nose. “Scotty, bro, invite Ally to your place or something, but do not go to her place, okay? Look, her parents aren’t going to complain she’s not spending time with dear old granddad, trust me, even if they hate your guts.”

“They really do,” Scott agrees.

“So promise me, okay?” Stiles presses.

“Yeah.” Scott’s forehead creases. “I promise.”

A part of Stiles breathes a little easier. The rest of him continues to quietly freak the fuck out.

***

“Take your Adderall,” Dad reminds Stiles on Wednesday morning, which is a good point, because Stiles woke up like he was trying to climb the walls, and now, after breakfast, he’s twitching like a strung-out squirrel.

He gulps down his pill with the last of his orange juice, and grabs his keys. “Stella, let’s go!”

Derek walks them to the front door.

“You feeling okay, big guy?” Stiles asks him. “With the moon and stuff?”

“I think I should be asking you that,” Derek says. He reaches out and squeezes Stiles’s shoulder gently.

“What?” Stiles might have missed the question because he was staring so hard at Derek’s mouth that he somehow didn’t hear the words that fell out of it.

Derek smiles at him, and is it Stiles’s imagination or is there something a little sharp in that smile? Something a little knowing. Something a little smug even, like he knows exactly what Stiles is thinking when he’s staring at his mouth.

Stiles doesn’t know if he wants to kiss that mouth, or just watch it work its way all over his body. With bonus teeth and tongue. And maybe even some growling.

Derek leans in close and says, slowly, his breath hot on Stiles’s ear: “Are you feeling okay, Stiles?”

Stiles’s breath hitches, and he turns his face.

Too late. Derek is already leaning back, so a scrape of stubble against his jaw is all Stiles gets. Somehow though, that’s still enough sensation to go straight to his dick.

“Um,” he manages. “’m good.”

Derek suddenly looks way too fucking innocent, the asshole. “See you after school, Stiles.”

Stiles just blinks at him dumbly as Stella pulls him through the door.

The news van has finally given up and gone, so at least there’s not video evidence of Stiles’s face right now.

***

Dad’s working on Wednesday night, so Stiles and Stella and Derek make tuna casserole. Well, Stiles does. Stella makes a mess grating the cheese, and Derek makes her clean it up. So it evens out in the end.

The night is bright, the worm moon bathing the town in silver light.

“Okay,” Stiles says, as they wait for the casserole to cook, “so if we weren’t all under house arrest, what would an Alpha werewolf do on the night of a full moon?”

“When I was a kid, the pack would all gather in the Preserve, and run,” Derek says. “In wolf form if we could, but in beta form if not. Sometimes even the humans ran with us too. My cousin Kellan, he was twelve. He always used to run with us, and then get tired, so we’d have to take turns carrying him home again.”

Stiles’s chest aches at the mention of Derek’s cousin. Just another name on the black granite Hale memorial now. The unfairness of it makes him want to cry, or scream.

“Where would you run to?” Stella asks from the floor, where she’s sweeping cheese bits into the dustpan.

“Just around the Preserve,” Derek says. “Nowhere special. It’s… it’s hard to explain.” There was a time when Derek would have stopped right there, but those walls have long since tumbled down. He makes the effort now, for Stiles and Stella. “The moonlight has a pull, like it’s magnetic. It’s stronger when it’s fuller. It’s… it’s our territory, and our blood, and our pack. Running as a wolf under the moonlight is… joyful.”

Except his voice cracks on that word, and Stiles’s eyes sting as he thinks of the magnitude of Derek’s loss once more. Even the faint echo of brought forth in conversation feels like too much, and he’s struck again by how astonishing it is that Derek’s still here, still standing. Stiles wouldn’t be. If he’d had to carry the weight of Derek’s grief, he thinks it would have crushed him years before.

Does Derek even know how strong he is?

“I’m sorry,” he says, and swallows. He crosses the kitchen to where Derek is leaning against the counter. “You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.”

Derek swallows too. His green eyes shine as he holds Stiles’s gaze. “I like sharing things with you.”

Oh, fuck it.

Stiles steps forward, and doesn’t even care if he smells like tuna casserole. He reaches out and cups Derek’s face with his hand. Feels the scrape of stubble on his palm. And then he’s leaning into Derek’s space, his eyes fixed on Derek’s lips as they part slightly, and they’re kissing.

Stiles closes his eyes, and Derek’s hands come to rest on his hips.

It’s amazing.

It’s heart-stopping.

It’s—

“Gross!” Stella exclaims, and Stiles flails away from Derek.

“Um,” he says, and at least Derek looks as flushed and embarrassed as he does, right?

Stella’s stare judges them both harshly.

“Oh my god,” Stiles says. “Don’t you have homework or something?”

“Don’t you?” she shoots back.

“Well,” Stiles says feebly, “this is awkward.”

Derek laughs, and reaches out and threads their fingers together. He looks at Stella, eyebrows raised, and is the Alpha werewolf actually challenging the eight-year-old girl? Stiles thinks that’s what’s happening. He also has no idea who’s going to win, honestly.

“Gross,” Stella mutters, but shuffles forward so that Derek can pull her into a hug with his free arm.

Crisis averted, Stiles supposes, until Stella spills her guts to Dad and then Stiles has to explain what just happened. And honestly, he’s not sure how that’s going to go down just a few days after his ‘honest, Dad, we’re just being friends for now’ talk. Facebook is right. Relationships arecomplicated, and Stiles feels is very much on a learning curve here. And, for the record, Stiles doesn’t like learning curves. He likes the learning part, just not the part where he doesn’t already know everything about any given subject. And on that note:

“Hey, Derek,” he says. “Is there some kind of amazing Werewolf for Dummies book, but in Latin, floating around or something?”

“What?”

“Lydia said she found all everything she knows from a book,” Stiles says. “If there’s been a book this whole time, and I’ve been accidentally clicking on links to furry pages for the past few months, I’m going to be annoyed.”

“Maybe,” Derek says, and shrugs. “Deaton probably has some, I guess.”

“I don’t think Lydia knows about Deaton though.”

“I mean, my family had books,” Derek said. “But most of them…” He shakes his head. “I guess there were some in the vault, but nobody can get into that.”

“Oooh,” Stiles says. “A vault! I have ten bucks and a lock-picking kit that calls you a liar!”

“No, I mean nobody except a Hale can get into it,” Derek says. “It’s magically protected.”

“So much for my lock picking kit,” Stiles says. And then, for Stella’s benefit: “Which I don’t own and was totally lying about.”

She side-eyes him.

When the oven timer dings, Stiles takes the casserole out and sets it to cool for a few minutes. Stella grabs the jug of water from the refrigerator, and Derek hunts down the plates and cutlery and glasses. Stiles like the familiarity of this. He likes how easily Derek has slotted in to their little family, and he’s pretty sure that Derek does too.

They eat at the kitchen table.

“So tonight’s the worm moon,” Stiles tells Stella. “That sounds super creepy, right?”

Stella shrugs. “I like worms. If we didn’t have worms, farmers wouldn’t be able to grow food.”

“Point,” Stiles says around a mouthful of tuna casserole.

“We have a worm farm at school, Stella says, and proceeds to regale them with tales of the worm farm. Stiles won’t lie, he’s had worse dinner conversations, and he likes watching Derek’s smile while Stella chatters at him happily.

His phone chimes in his pocket and he digs it out. It’s a message from Scott: Allison’s grandfather is in town. I’m staying away like you said.

It’s followed a moment later by a message from Dad: Gerard Argent has arrived in town. Stay alert.

Stiles sucks in a deep breath, and shows the messages to Derek and Stella.

“At least the grapevine’s working, I guess,” he says.

“Nobody will get in here, Stiles,” Derek tells him firmly. “I’m going to watch out for both of you, okay?”

“Okay,” Stiles says, and picks up his fork again. “We’ve got this, right?”

***

Stiles dozes off sometime around ten, thinking about the kiss he shared with Derek and fantasizing about where it might have ended up of Stella hadn’t been there. He flails awake again at an indeterminate point later when his phone blasts at him, the screen lighting up his bedroom. He reaches for it, misses, but gets it on the second try.

He squints at the screen, and answers it. “Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says. He sounds tense. Like someone-stole-his-hair-gel tense. Worse than that though, he sounds scared.

Stiles is instantly awake. “Jackson, what’s going on?”

Stiles is aware of his door opening, and Derek standing there. Werewolf hearing, right.

“We’re out at the Hale house,” Jackson says.

“Why the fuck are you—”

Jackson cuts him off. “Right now Gerard Argent is pointing a gun at Lydia’s head. I’m so fucking sorry, Stiles, but he says if he doesn’t get Derek within the next twenty minutes, he’ll kill us.”

The call ends, and Stiles’s blood runs cold.

#Stella and the Wolf #sterek #my fics #discontentedwinter

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What I Learned From Podcasts This Week: Carrots Not Orange?: Two Billion AC Units!…More

Another week of podcast listening, and I continue to learn so much each week. At this rate of podcast listening, I may improve my ranking in the local sports bar’s (Carolina Blue) trivia night competition. Currently, our team — Boomer XM, sprinkled with Gen Xers, and a pair of millennials — is in fifth place.

Anyway, let’s start with the Something You Should Know podcast with Mike Carruthers. Tom Standage, Deputy Editor of The Economist, was a guest on the August 13th episode and talked about “unusual facts.” That term is chum for a trivia nut.

If you can manage to work carrots into your conversation, Standage explained on the podcast that centuries ago, carrots used to be white or purple. While Standage admits there is disagreement over the “orange-ization” of carrots, the prevailing story seems to be that the root vegetable was first bred to be yellow and then orange as a show of political support for the Netherlands’ recognized founding father, William, Prince Of Orange.

In the world of geography, Standage notes that one day the Mediterranean Sea will disappear as the Africa land mass with merge with that of Europe. Before you cancel your Mediterranean cruise on Viking, Standage also notes that the sea will disappear 50 million years from now. That’s plenty of time to sell your villa in the south of France.

In an unusual bit of good news, the suicide rate around the world has dropped by about 33 percent in the last 30 years. Standage attributes this positive number to three distinct trends. First, the suicide rate of older people has dropped dramatically as health care innovations has kept people healthier longer. Second, the suicide rate of Chinese and Indian women has also dropped significantly, largely due to more equitable treatment of women in those cultures. Finally, in the 1990s and early 2000s, the suicide rate among older Russian men skyrocketed when the Soviet Union dissolved. These disconsolate men, struggling with the new order, simply drank themselves to death. As conditions in post-Soviet Russia improved, the suicide rate decreased.

Thanks to the Podyssey mobile app, I began to listen to the Breaking Down: Collapse podcast. Here are the liner notes for the podcast: “Breaking Down: Collapse takes the complex concepts surrounding the ultimate collapse of modern industrial society and simplifies them, so they’re easier to learn. The compelling evidence for our inevitable decline is introduced by collapse-aware Kory to his good friend, Kellan, who probably doesn’t realize what he signed up for! Skeptical? Gear up for a paradigm shift!”

The podcast just celebrated its 100th episode. It does have advertising sponsors and the two co-hosts have strong rapport that reminds me of the original Stuff You Should Know guys.

Episode 100 happened to be about air-conditioning. After listening to the episode, I didn’t turn off my AC, but I set the thermostat higher, somewhat guilty about my complicity in climate change and “the end of days.”

First, I learned that there are two billion air-conditioning units in the world. At first, I thought that at least one billion were located in the Phoenix area, which is unusually close to the sun. But in actuality, China and the U.S. account for 50 percent of all AC units. In a country like India, only 12 percent of its population have access to air-conditioning, which seems like cruel and unusual punishment.

Finally, podcast hosts, Kory and Kellan, informed us that air-conditioning consumes 20 percent of all grid energy, and that air-conditioning in big cities raises the ambient temperature by about 1.8 percent, since AC units pump out hot air as part of their cycle.

According to the hosts, more people have died in the last century from heat than from any other weather phenomenon, such as hurricane, tornado, wildfire, and floods.

The only good news is that there are efforts to make AC units much more energy efficient, although no breakthrough that can be manufactured and sold is close to being ready.

I can’t decide what’s worse. A zombie apocalypse or a world without air-conditioning?

#podcast #climate change #carrots

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siverwrites · 7 years ago

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It’s funny. I was talking about writing with my sister recently (who’s a published author, if you like fantasy and fairy-tale inspired things I’m just sayin’ first book on amazon or directly from publisher, Kellan Publishing with the other two as well and she’s working on the fourth, plug plug)

ANYWAY I mentioned that I’d rewritten a first chapter from the first fanfic I’d written years ago. And we were talking about rewriting stuff, like older already done stuff. She can’t do it and I apparently can’t stop myself from doing it. I sucked up all the rewrite want.

Not the same conversation but another time somehow wound up talking about writing organization and planning and she assumed I was probably more planned out than her and organized. hahaha noooo. Plans, what plan? Outlines?? What are those? We are similar in that respect anyway.

#my ramblings

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“Seasons Change”

I knew the moment I returned to North Carolina from college that Drevonn would want to see me. He was going to be home for a month before having to return back to Alabama for football summer training, so we were supposed to be spending that time together as much as possible. Although I did miss him, my attitude towards our relationship had changed. While I was in Maryland for college, I met this openly gay guy named Reggie and we really clicked. We had absolutely everything in common and like me, he was vers. So, we developed this friendship that turned into a sexual relationship and by the end of freshman year, we caught feelings for each other. A part of me felt like shit for cheating on Drevonn, but I actually didn’t see a difference between what I did and what he always did when he’d have sex with girls to keep up his reputation. I’d soon find out that it was much deeper than that.

“Dre, I am tired,” I said over the phone to Drevonn. “I worked all day today at the mall.”

“You’ve been back all week and I ain’t seen you once,” he said back on the other end. “Come on, Kel. I thought we were gonna spend time together, boo?”

“We are. I just…I feel like we’ll have plenty of time to be together.”

“See, you say that now and then the next thing I know I’m goin’ back to Alabama without gettin’ some ass from my boo.”

I laughed and asked, “Is that all you think about?”

“Yes. You know I love the way that booty grip my dick. I can’t wait to shoot my babies all in that pretty ass. I’ma get you pregnant this summer.”

I laughed again and told him, “Boy, you are so crazy.”

“I’m at the park up the street from my house. Ain’t nobody out here. Drive out this way.”

“So, we’re gonna have sex in the park now?”

“Nah, I just wanna see you.”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, Kellan. Please.”

I thought about it for a little while before telling him, “Alright, but we’re just gonna talk. I need to talk to you about some stuff anyway.”

“Cool. Wear one of them cutoff tops that show off your cute stomach. I love that shit.”

“Okay, baby.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too, Drevonn.” I ended the call and went over to my dresser to pull out some clothes to throw on since I was lying around in my underwear and a tank top. I grabbed one of my crop tops and a pair of shorts and put them on.

Me (Kellan Moore)

My relationship with Drevonn Simms started during our eleventh-grade year. He’d been throwing hints whenever we were around each other and taking up for me whenever the other football players called me a fag, but it wasn’t until the eleventh grade that he finally told me he liked me. It was on a cold night after a football game in October when he offered to give me a ride home because I was walking by myself. Instead of taking me home, he parked the truck in a Burger King parking lot and told me he’d been thinking about me a lot and that even though he didn’t consider himself gay, he wanted to be my boyfriend. It was cute and confusing all at the same time and I was a virgin looking for my first boyfriend, so I gave in.

As I headed to the park to meet up with him, I thought about how I was going to tell him that I’d started something with someone else. I didn’t want to hurt him but I kept telling myself that he’d understand. He had sex with so many girls and talked to girls on his Instagram all the time. We did have a conversation before going off to college but it was pretty much one-sided. He didn’t want to classify his sleeping with random girls as cheating because he was only doing it to keep people from knowing he was with me. I didn’t even bring up the fact that I felt like I should’ve been able to see other guys. We’d argued before and I have hit him before but he’s never hit me. I was a little scared that if I told him about Reggie he’d knock me out or something.

“Damn, I missed you,” he said while hugging me. “I can’t believe we ain’t seen each other since Christmas.” He kissed the side of my face as he kept his arms wrapped around me.

Drevonn Simms

“I missed you, too,” I told him before finally pulling back.

He looked me up and down and said, “Look at them sexy long legs. I missed yo tall ass, boo. Almost the same height as me, damn.” He put his hand on my ass and started feeling on it.

“Dre, I thought we were gonna talk?”

“We are but damn, you know I had to feel on that ass.”

“I’m sure you’ve been smacking your teammates’ asses all the time.”

“That ain’t the same. My tongue ain’t never been up in they booty like it’s been in yours.” He grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, let’s go talk in my truck.”

We went over to his truck and climbed inside together. Immediately, he started kissing and touching on me. I gotta admit, it felt good as fuck and my dick was getting hard. I could feel how much he missed me in his kisses. Still, he needed to know the truth and even though I hated to ruin the mood, I had to be honest. So I put my hand up to his mouth to keep him from kissing him and told him bluntly, “I’ve been seeing somebody else.”

He smiled for a second and asked, “What you mean?”

“Dre, I met somebody at Calhoun University.”

“You mean like a friend or somethin’?”

“No, more than that.”

“You went out on some dates with him because you were bored? Was it like that?”

“No. Dre, we had sex a few times.”

When I told him that, he gasped a little before asking, “You cheated on me?”

“Not really. I mean, you have sex with girls all the time.”

“That’s different, Kellan!”

“How? Are you or are you not fucking them?”

“I don’t care about them. I don’t love them. Fuck, Kel! I can’t believe you would do some shit like this!”

“I knew you’d get mad.”

“Yeah, because this is fucked up. I don’t fuck bitches just because I want to. I do it so I can keep playin’ football and so nobody won’t get suspicious.”

“You’re bisexual, Drevonn. I know you’re attracted to those girls they give you something that I can’t.”

“You think this is because you don’t have a pussy? Kellan, I love you! I don’t love anybody the way I love you, bae. You know that. So, you need to call that nigga you met at Cal U and tell him you got somebody.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m not doing that. If you’re gonna keep messing around with girls then I’m gonna keep seeing Reggie.”

“You keep seein’ him and I might just pop up at Cal U next semester and snap his neck.”

“Drevonn, this isn’t fair. I’m supposed to just sit and wait for you while you’re constantly having sex with girl after girl?”

“Are you only with me for the sex?”

“What? No.”

“Then you don’t have a point.”

“I don’t have a point? You cheat on me all the time!”

“Nigga, it ain’t cheatin’! Fuck, I swear you about to make me…”

“What? You’re gonna hit me?”

He calmed down and admitted, “I don’t like that you were with somebody else because I was your first and your only.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am serious, Kel. Now, you need to cut ol’ boy loose because I’m your boyfriend, not him.”

“Well, maybe I want a boyfriend that can be with me all the time and not just some of the time. Maybe I want somebody who will be with me and only me.”

“You don’t think I want that? Baby, football is payin’ for me to go to school. You think I wanna go pro and shit? I don’t. I just wanna go to school and get my degree. It ain’t forever. Me and you, we’re forever. But I can’t be cool with you lettin’ some other nigga fuck you.”

“He doesn’t just fuck me. I fuck him, too.”

“So, that’s what this is about?”

“No, but it does make me more compatible with him.”

“I can’t believe you right now. I really can’t.” He shook his head and asked, “So, you cheated on me…”

“I didn’t cheat.”

“Yes you did!”

“Well, then that means you cheat on me, too. If you really want us to fix this then you need to be real, Drevonn.”

“What do you want me to do? Huh? You want me to come out and tell people that I’m bi? You want me to give up football and college?”

“I want you to be my boyfriend!”

“I am! Damn, you really fuckin’ with my head right now! Shit!” He punched his steering wheel, making his horn go off once. He calmed down again and asked me, “Do you care about this other nigga?”

“Not the way I care about you. But I’m not sure how much longer I can care about you when you really don’t care about me.”

“Oh my God, bruh.” He put his hands up to his face.

“Dre, I’m not trying to be mean to you but…” I stopped when I heard him sobbing. “Drevonn, are you crying?”

He turned away from me and answered quickly, “No,” before sobbing again.

“Drevonn, I’m honestly not trying to be mean right now. I just…I thought I could handle you being with girls but I can’t. You’ve hooked up with so many of them, yet I get with one other dude and you can’t handle it. Do you see how I feel?”

“It ain’t the same yo!” He finally turned back to face me, showing the tears that were streaming down his face. “But fuck it, you wanna dump me then go ahead. I don’t care!” His voice cracked and he coughed a few times as more tears fell from his eyes.

I’d be lying if I said his crying wasn’t breaking my damn heart. I was still pissed at him but I felt like shit for making him cry. I’d never seen him cry before so it was a little overwhelming watching him break out into a full bawl. He said something incoherent in between his sobs.

“What?” I asked him.

“I said I think I’m gonna throw up,” he said more coherently.

“Oh my God, Drevonn. Take a deep breath and calm down.” I rubbed his back and offered, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t say no shit like that to me, man. I do care about you. You don’t think I feel guilty enough as it is? I can’t be like you, Kellan. I can’t be out and shit. You don’t think I wanna tell the world that I love you?”

“I said I was sorry. And I’m sorry if it seems selfish…”

“It is selfish! I told you from jump how it was gonna have to be between us. I never lied to you.” He wiped his tears and calmed back down before telling me, “I can’t come out, Kel.”

“That’s not what I want.”

“I can slow down with the girls. I can try to do better, baby. I’ll work on all that just please…” He got choked up again. “Kel, I’m beggin’ you. You know how I feel about you. You got me cryin’ and shit. This shit ain’t fake. I’m damn near about to throw up right now.”

I looked away from him for a second and took a deep breath before looking back and saying, “I just don’t know right now. Baby, I love you. I just don’t know if I can keep putting myself through cycles of depression because I have to see you on Instagram and Snapchat with random bitches all the time. I get so depressed when I see that shit and when I’m with Reggie…”

“I don’t wanna hear about him no more.”

“Drevonn, when I’m with him I feel better. So, we need to renegotiate this whole thing. If we’re really going to be together then both of us should be happy.”

“If you let him fuck you again, then I’m not gonna be happy.”

“Well, I can’t give you a definite answer on us then. I’m sorry.”

“You’re gonna leave me over some stupid bitches that don’t even matter?” He tilted his head back against his seat as tears fell from his eyes again.

Now tears were filling my eyes and I could feel my breath shortening. I stared at him and told him, “Sometimes, relationships go through different seasons, baby. Maybe this is our off-season.”

He grabbed his chest and continued to cry as he asked me, “What am I gonna do without you? You’re the only person that knows me.”

“And you’re the only person that knows me inside and out, Drevonn. I feel like you’re my soulmate but at the same time, it’s like you don’t belong to me. Do you know how fucked up that feels?” I wiped my tears and calmed myself before continuing, “I love you and this isn’t a breakup. I promise you it isn’t. Maybe with a break, we can reevaluate this whole thing. We need to step back before making any major commitments because making a commitment is supposed to be forever and we’re not ready for that yet. Clearly, we’re not ready for it.”

After almost an hour of crying with him and reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, we had emotional sex in the cab of his truck. I didn’t look at it as pity sex or goodbye sex, it was more like making love to my boyfriend who was going to continue being my boyfriend even though we were going to be on break. I had no intentions of getting serious with Reggie, but I was going to keep dating him and having sex with him. But my heart belonged to Drevonn.

“You know,” he said to me as we put our clothes back on, “you’re still the only person I have sex with without rubbers.”

“Same,” I said to him, making us both laugh. “But seriously, when you go back to Alabama next month for summer training, hook up with as many girls as you want.”

“Kel, baby, no girl will ever compare to you. Never forget that you’re my first love, too. I ain’t never said I love you to none of the girls I’ve been with. I’ve never even had a girlfriend. But I love you enough to respect you. I’m pissed and I’m probably gonna cry about this whenever I’m alone, but I can’t do nothin’ but respect what you want. I’m the one that fucked up.”

“Drevonn, no…”

“Nah, it’s my fault. I know it is. I can admit that. But boo, I don’t care how long it takes, I will make this right. It’s like you said, our relationship has seasons and we’re in an off-season right now. I’m gonna have to deal with you bein’ with that other nigga. I’m gonna have to trust that you won’t get serious with him. I’m not gonna make you make me a promise but I do want you to know that I don’t blame you and I’m not mad at you.”

“We can check-in after the summer and during each break throughout semesters.”

“Check-in?”

“Yeah, talk over the phone or some other way to make sure we’re both still on the same page.”

“Okay, I’m cool with that.”

“I also want you to call me anytime you feel like you really need to talk to me. I don’t care how late at night it is, Dre, call me.”

“Okay.”

I finished getting dressed before saying, “I better get home. I need to soak in the tub with some Epsom salt after taking that dick with just spit as lube. Got me all sore.”

He smiled and said, “I’m sorry, boo.”

“Yeah, sure you are. You didn’t nut in me like you were sorry. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Baby, wait.” He grabbed my hand and placed something in it.

I looked down to see it was his high school class ring. I looked back into his eyes and asked, “Why are you giving me your class ring?”

“I want you to keep it.”

“Drevonn, I can’t keep this. It’s important.”

“You’re more important. Give it back to me when the time is right. It’ll be somethin’ for you to remember me with so that you’ll know I’m always thinkin’ about you.”

“And what’s going to make you think about me?”

“Kel, you’re gonna be on my mind every single second you’re not physically with me. I can promise you that, boo.” He leaned over and kissed my lips for a few seconds before pulling back and telling me, “Go on ahead and get your cute ass out my truck before I change my mind.”

I giggled and told him, “I love you.”

“I love you more. Goodnight, baby.”

I climbed out of his truck and went back to my car. We both drove away from the park in opposite directions. It wasn’t until I was home in the tub that I finally allowed myself to let it all out. I cried harder than I’d ever cried in my life. Still, a part of me was happy. We’d finally reached some form of an understanding and even though we were taking a break from the relationship, it was something we were both willing to give a try. One thing I finally knew for sure was that relationships could be complicated. You honestly never know what season ends up changing everything, for better or worse.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

#D.A. Morrison #short story #drama #love #emotional #college #relationships #downlow relationships #painful #heartbreak #seasons #self care #taking breaks #black lgbt #lgbt fiction #fiction

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