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ad1thi · 3 years

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2021 fic recs [part 2]

Disclaimer: if you read any of the fics on this list (or fics in general tbh) don’t forget to leave kudos and comments under the ones you like!! take my word for it, it makes an author’s day when someone leaves kudos and comments under their fic, it really doesn’t matter how old the fic is!!

January to June can be found: here

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July

like dominoes: @ifmywishescametrue

When a knee injury costs Bucky his spot on the college football team and his scholarship, he isn’t sure how he’s going to pay for tuition anymore. Until he meets Tony Stark, who somehow makes getting married to a stranger sound like a brilliant idea.

Every Step Of The Way: @stephmcx

Joe knows that if Steve really wants to do this, if he wants to transition and grow up to be a man, it will be a long and difficult road ahead. He also knows that he will be there for each and every step it takes, clearing the path as good as he can.

For Science: @riotwritesthings (nsfw)

Tony makes a very important discovery. In Bucky's pants.

Further investigation is needed.

Do we dare cross that line (Between your heart and mine): @five-wow

Danny grabs a dish towel and starts furiously rubbing the soapy spoons and cups Steve has already produced. “So what does ‘I’d have sex with you’ mean, exactly?”

Steve glances over briefly. “Danny, you have two kids. There’s no way you need me to explain this to you.”

Or: Steve does housework while Danny does a sexuality crisis speed run.

let me rearrange the world for you: @deathsweetqueen

So, basically, this is a 'what if Tony was kidnapped by HYDRA because he's Bucky's/the Winter Soldier's soulmate, and then, they had to go on the run together?' AU.

The title comes from one of Faraj Bou Al-Isha's poems, called Wait.

August

Family (Is always there): @/Sunnyqueen

Hey Tani-Tan,

I’m sorry I left like this but I didn’t… I didn’t want to give you a chance to talk me out of it. I know you are probably worried. I’m sorry about that, too.

I don’t want you to think you are a bad big sister. You are not, so stop it. And yes, I know you are thinking that.

I’m not running away. I promise. I just need some time away to find myself, y’know? Like the dude from dad’s old movie. Show. Whatever it was, you know which one I’m talking about. Anyways. Look, after everything with Alanna… It was just too much, y’know? There’s a sister rehab house in Idaho, so I’m going to go there. Stay a while, help some more people, visit the mainland.

We never really got to do that.

I’m coming back home for Christmas though! So don’t worry! And as soon as I get a new phone number I’ll call you, I promise. And maybe, if you want, of course, you could come visit me once I’ve settled down?

After Koa leaves, Tani finds herself drowning. But she'll come to realise that she is not alone.

Lightweight: @aleator

The super soldier serum in Steve's body means that he can't get drunk, which makes partying with his friends somewhat tiresome. Luckily, Thor has an idea to help with that.

Sunrise, sunset (there’s only you): @summerpipedream

Steve sighed.

Beside him, Sam coughed. “Even if you keep glaring at them like that, I don’t think you’re going to melt them with your mind.” Steve jumped, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he looked away from Tony, gorgeous and tan in the sun, laughing at Tiberius’ joke. He took a swig from his beer with a grimace. “I’m not glaring at them.”

He wasn't.

#GaySpaghettiCouple: @five-wow

“What’s a gay spaghetti couple?” Steve asks, during the drive back to HQ.

Danny shakes his head at the road, because it’s as likely to come up with the answer as he is. “Do I look like I know?”

Or: Kamekona starts a social justice movement and/or meme, the answer to the question lies a lot closer to home than Steve and Danny think, and it's all kind of romantic, maybe, if you squint.

part of the job description: @soetrys (nsfw)

Clark attempted to flatten his hair and adjust his pants before he looked up, arching an eyebrow. "Do bodyguards usually do that?"

Where Clark is working undercover as Bruce Wayne's bodyguard and Bruce reaps the benefits of it.

September

“My Husband”: @riotwritesthings

Bucky and Tony move in together, get a cat, and get engaged. Only two of those things actually go, strictly speaking, according to plan.

The (only/best/most wonderful) Family I (could ever) Have: @agentxthirteen

Tony and Sharon's parents are coming back from a Christmas party when their car crashes. With no one willing or able to take in Sharon, Tony makes a mistake - possibly the best one he's ever made.

‘Cause I’m aching and I know you are too: @frostysunflowers

"We’re getting too old for this," Rhodey grumbles as he shuffles under the covers, tossing his phone onto the bedside table.

"Don’t be a grouch, you know I’m your favourite teddy bear."

"You’re a pain in my ass is what you are."

"Are we talking about your ass again?"

"No, Tony, we are not - hey, stop hogging the damn pillow, you’ve got your own!"

“But I like yours better. C’mon, it’s nice to share."

"I don’t want to share, get - AH! Why are your feet so cold?"

Five times Tony and Rhodey sleep together, and one time they sleep together.

if all else goes wrong, i’ll be alright: @omg-just-peachy

“It’s supposed to be a surprise, darling,” Tony tells him, smiling when he feels Steve’s arms wrap around him from behind, warm around his waist as Steve buries his face into the crook of his neck, breath tickling the fine hairs along Tony’s nape.

“Consider me surprised,” Steve smiles, still not lifting his head from Tony’s shoulder.

“Mmm. Did Erskine ever mention you being part koala? I have a theory,” Tony says, setting down a spoon and turning in Steve’s arms.

Or, 5 times Steve hugged Tony, and 1 time Tony hugged Steve.

kiss me until the sunlight cracks through: @coykoii

“For the record, I never wanted to lie to you.” He pushes a hand through his hair and looks away, his throat bobbing. “But how do you tell someone that you’re Spider-Man? And now everybody knows.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it. I figured it out anyway, so,” Michelle reminds him in a lighter tone, and his expression softens into something fond, lips tugging upwards just a bit.

“Yeah, you did,” Peter murmurs, not letting his eyes stray far from hers. “You were the only one who paid attention to me.”

“Lucky me.”

OR: peter and mj find their way back to each other

October

the cuckoo bird: @/the_7th_swan

James Rhodes would do anything for Tony Stark.

Anything.

Excerpt:

James approached, drawing the smaller man into his arms. Tony fought him, drawing up fists and beating ineffectively at James’ chest as he cried. James let him, standing motionless as Tony wore himself out, finally slumping into James’ embrace.

“Why?” he demanded, hanging there limply and glaring up at James with eyes filled with betrayal.

“He hurt you,” James replied simply, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Tony’s ear.

Tony’s lips quivered and he clenched his eyes shut to mask his disbelief. He seemed more surprised that James admitted it than he was by the declaration. James pulled him in closer and, helpless to resist, Tony surrendered.

Location Matters: @riotwritesthings (nsfw)

Pantries have never been on the list of ‘sexy’ places for Tony, but god, they might be now.

Vanishing Queens: @/nasri

“It won’t be the same, coming back to visit instead of just being here, you know? Being home.”

“It’ll be home again,” Tony says. His voice sounds strained, tense, like he’s trying to win an argument he knows he has a chance of losing.

“Probably,” Peter agrees. “But not like this. Because it won’t be mine in a few years. It’ll belong to some other kid from Forest Hills.”

Hit it, man: @five-wow

“What kind of world do we live in, anyway,” Danny asks, shaking open a paper from yesterday someone must have left behind, “where gay hitmen are a thing?”

Or: Steve and Danny go undercover. Kind of.

friends will be friends: @robertdowneyjjr

Steve and Rhodey sure are spending a lot of time together.

No, Tony doesn't have a problem with it at all...

But if Steve could go back to hanging out with his own James and stop hogging Tony's, that would be much appreciated, thank you.

November

in the refrigerator light: @omg-just-peachy

It's late, and the cold apartment combined with their rumbling stomachs had finally chased Steve and Tony out of Tony's bed and into the kitchen, determined to find something to eat. It's going on one in the morning, and the whole place has a kind of ethereal quality to it, like time has stopped somehow and it's just the two of them, alone in the world with the empty fridge and Tony's quiet kitchen.

even if it’s made to bleed (you know you can count on me): @omg-just-peachy

Tony’s injuries are relatively minor, mostly just bruises from where he fell, but still Steve worries at them with a washcloth, muttering under his breath about ice packs and tea.

He drops a kiss to Tony’s shoulder, right in the middle of a smattering of freckles. He thinks for a minute about how few people have probably done that, how he’s one of a set number of people who knows Tony Stark has eleven freckles on his left shoulder, and feels something in him settle.

Or, Steve takes care of Tony after a mission rattles him.

New At This: @betheflame

“Peter, please.”

Bucky knew his voice bordered on desperation, and that the kid could probably smell fear - did kids smell fear like dogs? Did he just refer to his boyfriend’s kid as a dog? - but Bucky was, in fact, desperate.

“I WANT DAAAAAADDDDYYYYYYYYYY,” the three-year-old wailed from his car seat. The car shook slightly as Peter kicked and flailed his body from the confines of his seat.

“Trust me, pal, I do, too,” Bucky said under his breath.

and that’s how it works: @ifmywishescametrue

Steve is on the other side of the door, a small smile on his face and a plastic bag in his hand that he lifts up into the air to show. “I brought reinforcements.”

Tony steps back to let him in and asks, “Who told you?”

“Your boyfriend told me,” Steve confesses, then amends, “Ex-boyfriend.”

building what i cannot break: @queenerdloser

“Stark’s not one for pity dates,” he says. “And he’s way more in your league than you might think.”

“You’re not seriously encouraging this.”

Iron Man shrugs. It still amazes Steve how fluid the motion is; he knows the suit weighs hundreds of pounds, knows it’s basically a tank, and yet Iron Man can still make such delicate, precise movements in it.

“I’m just saying.” Iron Man tilts his head. “The worst thing he can do is say no, isn’t it? And he won’t.”

“You can’t know that.”

Steve doesn’t know why, but he gets the impression Iron Man’s smiling when says, “You’d be surprised.”

hdm!au. steve isn't sure what to make of his new, daemonless teammate iron man. he's even less sure what to do with tony stark and his strange, albino daemon. tony, on the other, is just trying to make sure his secret identity stays secret. it'd really help if steve stopped confessing his feelings for tony stark to iron man.

December

a lie has no legs (to break): @gottalovev

When Steve learns that his childhood friend Bucky is part of a gang, as main enforcer, he quits his career in the Special Forces, determined to get him out of this mess.

He's stunned when he finds out that Bucky works for Tony Stark, who it seems isn't just a genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist running the most successful armament company in the country, but also controls New York City's seedy underworld.

But things are maybe not as they seem, and Bucky definitely doesn't want to be saved.

(Non-powered contemporary AU)

Memories Leave Bruises: @/Eqquator

The emotions in Peter had bubbled up through his throat, gluing closed his epiglottis, making him draw in deep, sucking breaths that somehow had no air. He tried to stay quiet, because some part of him couldn’t let Mr Stark see this, see how fractured he felt right now, like there was something splitting him into pieces from the inside.

Then Tony said, very gently, “Peter,” and Spiderman was crying on the floor.

It was the first time in eight days he’d had anyone call him by his name.

Iron Man sank to his knees to hug Spiderman into his chest. “What happened, kid?”

Peter talks to a ghost. He needs it.

Hold You Close: @/Retro_Memo

Following the months of Thanos defeat, Tony Stark thought everything would be fine. Sure, he was missing an arm but everything was supposed to be back to normal. It was.

Except for one small detail.

Peter was avoiding him.

where the love light gleams: (at the time of adding this to the rec list, the creator is anonymous as part of a fandom event)

Tony needs to prove to Pepper that he's moved on after their breakup--after all, she has. What better way than to claim that he's also seeing someone new?

Someone fantastic, someone impressive, someone better than Pepper's new boyfriend.

Steve. It's Steve.

Over Thoughts Of A Kiss: @playboyphilanthro-pissed

Rhodey was raised to be kind to everyone, no matter who they loved. This of course extended to his roommate, until it almost didn't.

#adi's rec list #2021 fic recs #july-december #buckytony #mcdanno #stevetony #rhodeytony #superbat #i picked queue didn't i?

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jerrylevitch · 3 years

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Jane McCormick on her experiences with Jerry Lewis

Here’s her excerpts on Jerry Lewis from both books she authored, but first background info on her:

“I was beaten, raped, my leg has been broke, my neck has been broke, I’ve been shot at twice and left in the desert,” McCormick said in a recent interview. “I was like a freelancer in the casinos. I was introduced by the owners and pit bosses of the casinos. After being in Las Vegas for three months, everyone knew me.��

Being a pretty blonde with an outgoing personality and quick wit put her in the top 2% of prostitutes in Vegas, the ones who didn’t ever have to walk the streets.

She had champagne blonde hair, a knock-out figure, and a vivacious smile. But the glamour was all for show. But life as one of Las Vegas; top call girls was lonely, sad and marked by abuse. “The men always went home to their wives, to their homes, their families–and you are left alone.”.

She was 29 when she left the life and has had a lot of ups and downs since. She admitted it was a hard life to walk away from because of the money. For someone like her who never graduated high school, being a prostitute was a way to survive and support her 2 little girls.

She ALWAYS talks about Jerry in articles and interviews that she does, with nothing but good things to say about him.

And she points out some of his quirky beliefs on “cheating”…Apparently, Jerry believed that if he pulled out before he climaxed, no matter what type of relations he had with her~ he felt he wasn’t cheating. That was during his trying to be a better man for Patti phase that happened during the 60′s. Definitely he didn’t always do this while cheating.

Anyway here’s the chapter:

“Back at my apartment, I lay on my bed and cried. Every day I asked God to help me get out of this life. But then I stopped crying, took a shower, swallowed some pills, and went back to the casinos. My first stop was the Sands. I stood and talked a few minutes to Bucky Harris, a pit boss there.

‘You know who’s here in the hotel’ Bucky asked.

‘I didn’t notice the billboard who is it’

‘Jerry Lewis’

‘Oh that crazy guy? He’s so funny!’

‘He is a fun guy. He’s in his room now. Why don’t you go surprise him? He starts his show tomorrow night, so he might have time for a pretty little thing like you. Let me call and see if he wants me to send you to the cottage.’

Bucky went to call Jerry’s room from the house phone in the pit, the place where the bosses stand to watch the transactions of money and gambling. He came back saying ‘Go on over there.’

I was a little nervous. I had always thought Jerry Lewis was a great entertainer, never dreaming I would meet him, much less turn a trick with him. He opened the door to his suite.

‘Well, come on in sweetie. What’s your name?’

‘Jane Harvey’

‘That’s a pretty name. It fits that pretty face, Jerry said. ‘Sit down. Let’s have a drink.’

We sat there about two hours, laughing and telling jokes. I said I had always wanted to meet him, that I thought he was one of the greatest comedians in the world.

‘Do you like it when I do this?’ he asked. He stood then, stumbling around the room, being clumsy, feet and legs of jelly, doing his nerd routine. He cracked me up.

Jerry said I reminded him of someone he had noticed among the fans hanging around after his shows in New York. On his way from the building was a staircase where the fans gathered to get his autograph. In the crowd, over a period of time, was a girl with a beautiful face, blonde hair, and green eyes. Jerry said he had never met her or talked with her, but she had always stuck in his mind.

‘And you, my dear, have that same face,’ he said. Then he did a little song and dance routine: ‘That face, that fabulous face…’ he chortled, doing a soft shoe shuffle across the carpet.

By this time, we’d had a few drinks and I’d noticed how soft-spoken he was, how serious he was off stage. He wasn’t at all the zany, crazy guy I’d thought. He told me how much he loved his family, and how hard he worked for the causes he promoted. He said he felt lonely on the road, and he was glad to meet such a sweet girl. Maybe, for a few moments, I could take some of the loneliness away. I was thinking about how handsome he was when he was serious, how sincere. I wished he weren’t attached because I felt attracted to him. I just loved him then, and I do to this day.

Jerry was almost bashful when it came to having sex, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. Still, he had a quirky way of dealing with his loyalty to his wife. He would not climax inside me, no matter what kind of sex we had.

Afterward, we had drinks, and Jerry took me to his car, a Lincoln, I think, and we went for a drive downtown. He showed me the recording equipment he had installed in his car. He said he practiced many of his routines using that tape recorder, and played them back when he was driving. As we head back on Las Vegas Boulevard toward the Sands, we saw the sun coming up over Sunrise Mountain.

It was breathtaking! Jerry pulled his car to the side of the street, and we simply watched. Jerry said he loved the morning hours more than any part of the day. I told him I did too, but that I never got to see much of morning because I was just going to bed. He laughed. I think he liked my sense of humor.

‘I wish I had my airplane here. I love to go flying in the morning. It’s the most beautiful time of the day,’ he said.

At the Sands, Jerry drove into the circle drive in the wrong direction. He was still pretty drunk, and he was being crazy. He headed the Lincoln toward the curb, and drove up onto the sidewalk near the entrance of the casino.

‘I think we’ve landed,’ he screamed in his crazy, nerdy voice. Laughing like crazy, we jumped out of the car, ran into the casino, and out the side door by the pool. We both ran around the pool twice, yelling, before heading back to our room. We fell onto the bed in stitches. We had another drink. The Jerry said we’d better eat something, and sent for some sandwiches. I could tell he was tired, and I said I had to leave, that I had some important things to do.

Jerry invited me to his show that night. I accepted and really enjoyed it. He saw me in the crowd, and looked right down at me. He directed of the lines and antics in his routine straight at me. He was one of the nicest men I’d ever met.

Jerry just liked me. He liked to talk, and he felt comfortable with me. I knew that being a celebrity on the road could be hard and lonely. I think guys like Jerry thought of me as a breath of fresh air, because I saw them as the persons they were, and I talked down to earth with them as if we’d known each other for years."

-Breaking My Silence - Jane McCormick

" I was thinking about how handsome Jerry was when he was serious and sincere. He just liked me and my sense of humor. At the Sands, Jerry drove into the circle drive in the wrong direction. He headed the Lincoln toward the curb and drove up onto the sidewalk near the entrance of the casino. Laughing like crazy, we jumped out of the car, ran into the casino, and out the side door by the pool. We both ran yelling around the pool twice before heading back to the room. We fell onto the bed in stitches. We had another drink. Then Jerry sent for sandwiches. When I told him I'd been molested as a little girl, Jerry told me it was the most horrible thing he'd ever heard. He held me in his arms while I cried and he cried with me. I just loved him then, and I do to this day. Jerry was almost bashful when it came to having sex, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. He didn't go all the way, though, to preserve his loyalty to his wife. As we returned to the Sands on Las Vegas Boulevard, we quietly enjoyed the sunrise over Sunrise Mountain. Jerry Lewis was one of the nicest men I have ever met”. —"Rat Pack Party Girl" (2017) by Jane McCormick”

Here is a link of her talking in person. She mentions Frank Sinatra and Jerry in this part and in part 2 she talks about Dean Martin. It’s here that she says she would’ve loved to marry Jerry out of all the men that she had slept with, and apparently she’s slept with a couple of thousand in her estimation.

She mentions Jerry starting at 10:07 in part 1

Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSbPQ4482gE

Part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDmVyR7Flqg

#Jerry Lewis #Jane McCormick #Jane Harvey #I decided to post this in an actual post instead of the ask it was in and altogether

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gothicthundra · 4 years

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Medieval Drakken and Shego... this was based loosely on a prompt about princess’ and stuff from @sphinxlegends... I couldn’t bring myself to do Disney Princess sorry man... BUT... have a story and a pic!

Find it on FFn here!

Witches and Demons

The cold air stung what little of her face was exposed as she skulked in the shadows. The sound of wagon wheels and horses drowning out the laughter and voices of the townsfolk. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the people of the kingdom regal in their evening pleasure of alcohol and carnal delights. Shego wanted nothing more than to ignite the peasants in her green fire. She fought the urge and used the thick nails in her boots to climb between the buildings. Careful to stay on the beams of the thatch covered roofs. She wasn't about to be an uninvited party in someone's bedchambers. Especially not tonight.

The kingdom was rejoicing for tomorrows festivities. The beheading of the demon Physician Drakken. It didn't matter who he had tried to help in the past, when one invented unorthodox items and toyed with alchemy that the lands were not ready for... you became an outcast. If illness turned your skin to ice... you were a demon among men. It would drive anyone to madness, really. One couldn't blame him for living up to how others treated him. Shego knew too well how people turned on you because you were no longer in favor.

One day you are of noble blood, blessed by the skies to protect your land. The next, one toe out of line, and you were a witch and cursed beast. She glared at her own thoughts, she needed to avoid dwelling on her homeland, she wasn't there and she never wanted to return again.

She needed to focus on her task before the sun was up. She lept onto a higher frame and nearly slipped, but only knocked thatch to the alleyway below. She took a deep breath and began to climb slowly upwards. The roof was steep but it was the closest to where she need to be during the castle guards shift change.

When I get him out of there...

Her mind ran back to how she found herself attempting to break into the Ogre Fortress of Lawardia... until they're tamed monstrous beasts had come and dragged Drakken off... she had not thought of them ever returning to their dwelling in the mountains. Shego rolled her eyes. They'd been fools for not thinking that Drakken rejecting and deceiving the Ogre warrior Warmonga was not going to come back to haunt them when she married the soon to be Ogre King. The sound of voices focused her back on her task.

She needed to focus and execute this rescue before time ran out.

The thought of returning in days from now to an empty cavern tower. Just darkness, trinkets, and drawings of things she'd seldom understood. Knowing the kingdom would have her companions head as a trophy on display as a bridal favor. Her stomach twisted and she switched her thoughts in haste to the speech she would give him once she dragged him from the dungeons. Her eyes lazily looked down the dark flame lit roads towards the far off hill where the punishing square was. She watched people and ogre alike were already gathering for the depraved showing for sunrise. All eager to get their best place to watch. It made her ill how some delighted in such vial shows. They called the outcasts evil and sin-filled... rarely did they partake with such eagerness for blood.

“Makes one wonder who the monsters truly are,” she muttered under her breath.

She saw movement below and watched as the guards began filing into the castle. She acted quickly and slid down the roof, landing with a twinge as she hit the stones below. She didn't have time to adjust her stance as she sprinted through the shadows to the closing door. It was sheer luck that they were engrossed in talk of the maidens they had been leering at. She was able to dart into the shadowy corner and wait as the guards switched post. When it was silent again, she moved along the walls, looking for any movement out of place. A shadow darted to her left and she reacted on instinct. Her hands ignited in green flame and she hurtled it at the figure.

“Ahk! Ow! Ow!” came a familiar voice. She looked to see a knight shaking his unguarded arm.

“Oh no,” groaned Shego. The blonde young man looked up at her, “Stoppable, what are you doing here.” “Shego!” grinned the young man. Her hands went out as she covered his mouth, “Sorry.”

“Hush,” hissed Shego. There was noise in the distance but it faded and she removed her hand from his mouth before continuing in her travel towards the dungeon.

She heard footsteps behind her and she swirled around with her hands in defense.

“Is this you and Kimmy's new employment. I would think there would be a better standard of knights and guards around here,” she hissed, “Stand in my--”

“Yes. Yes. Stand in your way, feel the wrath of the skies... yes, very aware of you and Drakken's normal threats,” sighed Stoppable. His brow narrowed, “No. I'm trying to get to the dungeons to rescue Kim.”

Shego paused. Stoppable raised a brow and continued.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, “Where is Drakken? Are you robbing the castle?”

“No. I'm here to prevent him from really loosing his head,” she scoffed, “What's the princess doing in a dungeon?”

“One moment we we're setting up camp and the next she is being charged with attempted assassination,” glared Ron, “Apparently defending your kingdom warrants death.”

“Well that follows,” sighed Shego, “I suppose being humiliated by a human child who parades around as a knight... would be embarrassing to an ogre warrior.”

“Why'd Drakken get detained?” asked Stoppable. His pace quickened with hers and she glared.

“Can you try and be stealthy?” asked Shego. Stoppable paused and then followed the shadow on the other side of the wall, “I forgot you weren't there at that battle. She feels humiliated by being tricked and rejected by a common man people think is a demon.”

“Oh, so they didn't invade your camp,” whispered Stoppable, “That's what I heard about a lot of the prisoners.”

Shego wondered if there old hillside castle had been raided before they'd found their tower. They had to leave that place since the young knight and the princess had come to stop there latest plot of controlling the land. Thickets and vines were great in theory, but made walking in their castle rather tricky. The spilled alchemy liquid had made it too problematic... she glared at Stoppable.

“If it was, then this is your fault,” snapped Shego. Stoppable jumped in alarm, “We would be at our castle if someone hadn't barged in unannounced.”

“Una-- you sent us the letter,” scoffed Stoppable, “You invited us.”

Shego stared for a second and then glared ahead. She had been amused and worried about her partners antics as of late. She hadn't expected them to get the letter, let alone actually show up. There was a sound of commotion behind them and yells. Shego spun to look as guards could be heard running.

“Oh no, looks like they found my wagon... I hope Rufus is okay,” cringed Stoppable. Shego glared at him.

“You left an escape carriage in plain sight?” Shego snapped. Stoppable shrugged, “Wonderful. We better hurry or we'll be added to the beheading in the morning.”

She didn't even know if she flew down the spiral stone stairs or actually touched them with her feet. There was more than pursuit above. From the sounds, the kingdom of Stoppable and the princess' homeland had come to her aid. This was not to Shego's advantage, they were not welcome there. The only comradeship they had with the young knight and princess... who wanted to be a knight... was simply familiarity at its best.

They rounded a poor lit corridor to the holding cell... a relief that most castles had similar builds or they would have blindly ran downwards. There was no light down here and Shego ignited her hands to see a broken and empty holding cell area. There were no people, nor guards... just a broken red stained cells. Shego felt as if a dagger was in her abdomen. She looked around to see a broken looking guard covered in vines. Her eyes looked upwards to torture cages that looked as if the medal had been ripped apart.

“What... what happened?” asked Stoppable.

“I-I don't know,” whispered Shego. A loud rumbling sound came from above, “Are they cannon firing on the castle?”

“It sounds like it...” Stoppable muttered, “Maybe they escaped... took a different path?”

“Lets hope,” Shego sprinted back up the stairs where they could see metal sliding shut, “Looks like were finding that path.”

–

The castle shook and the stones around them fell as they went deeper into the dungeons. There must have been another way out because the cavern was long and the more they ran, there were more unconscious guards and darkened stains. There was movement up ahead and Shego flared her hands brighter to see red hair rounding another corner.

“Kim!” yelled Stoppable and Shego seized in panic.

A young women clad in a tattered dress looked around the corner. Shego was taken aback to see the girl in something other than armor. She held a sword far too large for her and it showed in her hunched shoulders. She called out to Stoppable but Shego's eyes fell to the man beside the princess. Drakken looked as tattered as the girl did.

“Shego! You came,” the grin spread across his face.

Shego felt compelled to move forward but both yelled at them.

“Stop!” yelled Drakken.

“It's a trap,” stated Kim as she waved her hand, “There's poisoned arrows.”

“How did you make it across?” asked Stoppable. Shego watched as Drakken and Kim shared a look.

“My... My plants worked,” Drakken gave a weak smile and Shego watched as foliage fluttered around his neck.

–

The escape had been nothing short of a miracle. Aided mostly by the kingdom being attacked by troops coming to save the princess... and a few lowly outcasts who caught wind of Drakken's imprisonment. The kingdom was in ruins. As Shego stepped over carnage and rubbed her aching hands, she snorted in contempt. It only proved how bloodthirsty people were... they had turned on their leaders blindly and without question. Shego watched as vines recoiled into the earth over the fallen.

It hadn't been to defend, but to subdue. The fighting had started to shift to the entire kingdom, man, women, or child. Many had scattered but the knights and guards had not cared. The plants had been the only way to stop them, and some didn't know their strength. The houses Shego had used to hide were now gone or guarded by thickets of brier. The ogres lay slain in the field where she came from. She glanced over her shoulder to where the princess and her knight still held each other in a comforting embrace.

“What happened?” came Drakken's voice.

She looked to see their small dragon landing, thickets of flowers traipsed around the beast as it did so. It had followed the flowers here, apparently they had spread through the fields from their castle to the tower. As if following Drakken in their wake. Shego smiled and looked back towards the couple.

“Turns out the fools a sorcerer,” scoffed Shego, “He's been hiding out on us... wont be long till he's an outcast... his people saw before they fled.”

“Speaking of which, we should leave before the Calvary arrives,” said Drakken. His hand outstretched to hers.

Shego looked at the couple again before taking his hand. She took her normal seat a way from him as they flew back to one of their hideaways. She didn't know where. Her mind was a mess of images, swords clanking, voices screaming, the war cries of the ogres. They had been on many adventures together, journeys to strange lands... and yet... this simple battle had topped them all. She'd been worried he'd loose his head, and her mind was still plagued with the thoughts of returning to an empty dwelling. She looked at his back, where the foliage was somewhere beneath his heavy hide he wore. There were tatters, slices, and scorches to his clothing. She wondered what had transpired for his newly acquired enchantment to rear itself in the dungeons.

Shego thought of seeing him the dark corridor, the relief she had felt. She'd wanted to embrace him, but he'd stopped it with warning her of dangers. It had not seemed appropriate to do so after the moment had passed. Now she wanted too. She looked at her hands and wrapped them around herself. While he'd never shied away from her close presence in their years together. To wrap her arms around him was another thing entirely.

–

Nearly a fortnight had passed as they finally returned to their normal desolate castle. Shego had never been happier to see the caved in ruins, now laced with floral vines. The waterfall out the back that always glowed of an eerie color aiding in the nutriment of its new sentient plant companions. She watched as the vines that covered the door parted at her presence and she looked back to where Drakken still sat on his dragon. It was relishing in the gold and gems that they had been given.

It turned that the Ogre kingdom had began enslaving nearby kingdoms slowly and methodically. There defeat had spread thought lands and palaces... so much that they themselves had returned from a ball in Drakken's honor. She waited as he finally dismounted the beast, his eyes and hands holding the gold medallion on his neck. Shego felt a wave of anguish hit her. He looked at it with such glee as he walked the dragon to the waterfall entrance.

Shego darted through the vines and let out a deep breath she hadn't been aware she was holding in. Her pace was slow as she walked along the stone pavement. Her hand slid along the walls. Drakken had not only been given riches... but land...or rather the surrounding land around where they were now had increased... essentially... pardoned a kingdom. She was happy for him... and herself. As his confidant, she was his general... a wing of her own... if subjects came... and they would. Rumors spread fast. The Mad Demon was now a Ogre Slayer and... King of his own land.

She looked down at the long dress she wore from the ball. Her hair felt tight in its ribbons... she looked like the noble she once was as she crossed paths with a broken mirror. She glared. Suddenly wondering about the castle that would actually be built... and with it... a court. Maidens flocking to rule it. Ones who just days ago feared and belittled the man who would rule it. Money. Wealth. Riches... how funny it made people. With it, suddenly a demon wasn't so bad in the eyes of man.

She swallowed hard at that.

He's no more a demon than I'm a witch...

She stopped at the doorway to where the dragon slept and waited for Drakken to come out. She leaned against the vine covered wall, feeling its delicate waving around her hand. Her shoulders slumped as she watched tiny flowers sprout around her hand... her mind going back to the ball... his vines had pulled her to the ballroom floor. Both had stood there with wide eyes as music had started. He'd turned away from her and apologized... not even willing to dance with her. She'd felt shunned in a way. She'd found herself practically waiting to leave.

Her sickly skin color looked even worse as the green vines wove around her. Drakken had never seemed interested in her as more than a companion... there had been moments she'd wondered if there was more... but the image of him turning from her spoke volumes. He knew she wasn't a witch, he knew more of her powers than she did sometimes... but to the world... she was... and he was finally escaping being marked as a monster... it wouldn't be long before he... like her family... like her kingdom... would not want her to besmear their image. She felt her lip quiver but bit back her emotions.

It's your own fault you let your guard down...

She had. She'd only meant to stay and aid him for a small time to gain money and safe passage... not spend years enjoying his company and regaling in adventures... and now she would be pushed out of what she regarded as home. Perhaps he would leave her the lonely castle and build a new one. She inhalded a deep breath and pushed through the heavy door. He was most likely caught up in gazing at his new accessory and she wasn't about to stand around. She needed to be the one to leave with her head held high as if it was her choice before he pushed her out.

I don't want to go...

She ignored that as she walked down the twisting and old stairs to the dragon's nest. Once a grand thrown room now befitting with oddities, and things that would send those unwitting to cross its threshold... running in fear. Mostly things found not created... old skeletons that washed up in the water, broken old weapons adorned them for looks. Nothing more than scare tactics. She saw the dragon wrapped around the stairs of the old stone throne chair. Falling asleep as it played with something golden on the ground. She paused. Drakken's medallion? She stepped around the thrown to see Drakken.

He was sprawled in the ancient thrown, his hand resting on his knuckles. The grin on his face now replaced by unease. He was looking out the large hold in the side of the wall that showed the mood drifting in as the only real light. He looked like Drakken... not some new king to be... and it made Shego's thoughts fade from earlier. His dark eyes looked towards her and she saw a tired curve of his lip.

“Thought you we're going to rest?” he asked. Shifting to look at her, “Too busy thinking of your troops to come?”

Shego smirked slightly and shrugged.

“Maybe? What about you. Thinking of your kingdom to be?”

She stepped moved closer towards the steps up to the thrown.

“Some. I wondered if we should leave it this way or build a new castle... I'm fond of this place,” he sighed, “A few more paintings and torches might be nice. What do you think?”

“It's your kingdom,” she smiled. His brow furrowed.

“Yes, but you live here too,” he scoffed, “I don't want to hear you complain that we could have had a bigger mote.”

Shego stared at him. His eyes fixed on hers until he looked down. She followed his gaze as she saw vines had began to spread around her. A few flowers playing with the hem of her gown. She looked back at him and he was tapping them with his foot as if telling them to stop. An image of a grander castle with bright lights... a large lush thrown... and Drakken flickered over her face. She felt a rush of agitation at herself as she imagined she next to him.

He wouldn't even dance with me...

The flowers shifted so the steps up to the thrown were clear. Drakken had fell back against his thrown and resumed staring at her. He looked as if wanting to speak but was unable... something she rarely saw with him. He never stopped talking most times with her. So much she would complain...

That will change... he will talk another ear off...

She looked out at the moon, her mind wondering how far she could get and where the nearest kingdom was that wouldn't attack her. She could stay here. She wanted to stay here... but the thought of Drakken having a Queen... made her ill. It wasn't as if it would happen tomorrow... but it would. She owed it to him to say goodbye at least. She walked up the steps of the thrown with purpose. Telling him she would be leaving... letting him know she wished he and his kingdom the best... demand the tower even... but as she took the last step... it changed.

Drakken looked at her with a raised brow, she didn't know what her expression read as she looked at him. She didn't know what she was doing herself. She found her hand drift to the jagged scar under his eye. He talon nailed finger tracing it in thought.

“Do me a favor,” she said softly. Drakken's eyes darted from where they'd been looking at her hands to her eyes, “Whoever you decide to rule the kingdom with... make sure they have a brain... someone ruling should.”

He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth the snap back at her, but she didn't give him a chance. She kissed him. It was meant to be soft and a farewell... but his arms slid around her waist and the kiss was returned without hesitation. She gasped at his actions, but found her arms snaking around his neck just as fast. She was confused at his actions, but welcomed them all the same. He pulled her tighter against him and she found herself shifting to straddle him on his hobbled thrown. Sitting on his knees as there mouths danced with each other. His hand wove into the ribbons braided through her hair and gave a gentle pull to stop the kiss. His head firmly against the stone back of the thrown. She found she'd forgotten to breath and as she looked at him she felt her goodbye was going to be that much harder.

“You,” his breath heaved as he spoke.

“What?” she was fighting her own emotions that she'd barely heard him.

“I want you,” his expression was pleading, “I've always wanted you. If I truly have a kingdom and this is not a fantasy in my mind... I want you as my Queen. No one else.”

Shego blinked at him in shock. His grip tightened around her, as if afraid she'd run... like she'd been planning. She thought he might have been joking if not for the fact she could still taste him on her lips.

“I'd make a terrible Queen,” she whispered. His brow furrowed.

“Fine... rule by my side without a title... but by my side,” his voice was more pleading then his expression.

Her heart was pounding as she looked at him.

“Why me?” she breathed.

His grip painfully tightened.

“Because you are the only one I can see beside me,” he breathed, “The only one I want beside me. I want you.”

Her heard was reeling with his words, the demanding tremble finally eclipsing the whine... the thought this was supposed to be goodbye she didn't want... and she'd unwittingly found it was wanted by neither. She felt the smile fall across her lips as she moved closer to him. The image of them ruling together faded to just being together... Kingdom or now. This was her home. King, demon, or fool... she wanted him too. She whispered against his lips as his own smile started to spread.

“Then take me.”

THE END

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||14

chapter 14: something blue.

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the sunrise and wanting to escape to cancun

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, smut (public...ish (like no one is there but) , unprotected)

word count: 5k

the place is actually a real place, but it’s.... actually a park in which for fictional reason we will ignore and pretend they’re alone and nobody knows about that place.

previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

Tom had opened his hotel door twice. Once at 3 am to let someone out, and the second one at 5 am, as someone was loudly and repeatedly knocking. The door opened to reveal a teary y/n. Tom had given up. That was it. He had given Miguel his blessing, in his own way. While telling y/n that he loved her, in his own way.

“Why did you—why did you do that?” Y/N asked, storming past him. He was only wearing trousers and he knew this was wrong so he picked up the first thing he saw, which was a red dress, so he immediately hid it.

Tom was shaking. He wasn’t proud of any of the stunts he had pulled in the past 12 hours. He didn’t know where to begin to regret the last one. A Spanish speaking one. With red lips and black heels.

“What? Of all things, which one are you questioning?” He asked her as he followed after her, nervously. Which he knew he shouldn’t feel bad for, it was a rebound that was well deserved and needed. But if she was here in his room it meant he had fucked up yet again because he was that big of an idiot to think he didn’t have feelings yet. And he was an idiot to believe that his words wouldn’t awake anything in y/n.

She laughed. “Really? Really?” She turned to look at him. “Gosh, Tom, I can't bloody believe you.”

She was walking around his room, as she finally sat on the bed. Tom feared there could be any trace of the thing he was regretting the most right now. If he were honest with himself, he needed it, because for him, after the speech, he felt like he had finally let her go. He had had too many drinks and the opportunity had presented herself in a red short dress.

Tom was not proud of that.

Tom just watched Y/N . Had he let her down? Did she know what he had done just a few hours ago? Didn’t she realize that he had finally given up?

“Why did you—why did you say all that?” She asked. “You could’ve stayed quiet but no! You had to give that bloody speech!”

Tom watched her. “I’m—I just had to let you go. It was my way of saying—“

“Of saying what?” Y/N walked over to him, and stared at his lips. Tom had to back away.

“I don’t know—y/n, I’m just happy you’ll be happy—.”

“No, no, no,” she frowned, “you’re not allowed to say that.”

“But—“

Y/N rolled her eyes as she stood up and walked up to his suitcase. Tom didn’t know how to act with her now.

“Y/n, what—what are you doing?” He asked as she took out some t-shirts. “Why—why are you here?” He stopped her, taking her hands.

“Choose some clothes, and—“she sighed. “I—I don’t know,” she sighed. “Get dressed….Just see me in the lobby in five, alright?”

And she was going to walk past him but Tom stopped her. “What?”

Y/N looked up at him. “You know what? Let’s go,” she said. “Get dressed, bring clothes.”

“Where are we going?” Tom asked with confusion. “Have you been drinking?” Tom took her hand.

She pushed him away. “No, I—I just need to clear all this out.”

Tom watched her leave and quickly dressed up, before meeting her at the lobby, she was shaking, and she was nervous.

“Y/N—“he reached out for her. “What are you—“

“Don’t look at me like I’m the crazy one, Tom,” she snapped.

“Well it’s bloody 5:30 in the morning! And you don’t explain anything to me!”

The valet arrived with a car, and she hopped to the driver's seat after throwing a bag to the back. She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She pulled the window down as Tom frowned, with a bag of his own.

“What in this world, y/n?”

“Look, we need to figure this out without anyone listening or anyone telling us what to do,” y/n said.

“Figure out what exactly, y/n?” Tom said.

“You said you’d be a friend, didn’t you? You… You…” Y/N took a deep breath. “Just get in the bloody car.”

He looked away.

“It’s Sunday.”

Tom took a deep breath but hopped in, but he was angry. He was sure y/n didn’t have anywhere in mind to go. But this, this was typical of y/n. Which brought him back to the day when he should’ve said something. Y/N never liked anyone to see her cry. She liked to disappear.

After the storm, comes the rainbow. People say that. But what a storm had y/n gone through to get to her rainbow. Was it really a rainbow? Or was this truly the storm?

Y/N believed this was the storm.

“Y/N-” Tom started.

“Don’t say a word.”

“Can I at least know where the hell are we going?”

“No,” y/n snapped.

Tom frowned. “This could be considered a kidnapping you know.”

Y/N sighed as she pulled over, hitting the breaks. “Fine, get out.”

Tom chuckled. “You can’t be serious.”

Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know where we’re going, alright?”

Tom watched her. “You know years ago when I asked for a road trip years ago this is not what I meant.”

Y/n let out a soft chuckle. But then she kept driving. She knew where she was going, though.

“I need to clear my head out, think of this as my bachelorette getaway,” y/n explained.

“And do you think Miguel is going to like this?” Tom pushed.

“Do you think he liked your speech?” Y/N frowned.

Tom didn’t answer. He just watched her.

“Why are you really doing this, y/n?” Tom asked.

It was y/n’s turn not to answer. Tom sighed.

“We don’t have to make this so complicated,” Tom whispered.

She side-eyed him. “Yet we did.”

They remained almost all the road silent, with Tom asking at some point if he could play some music. It made things less awkward. Y/N would sometimes look at her phone to see a map and Tom tried to push to know where they were going.

They seemed to be lost, and Tom tried to point it out.

“Where are we going? Y/N! We’ve been driving like crazy! It’s—it’s 6 am y/n, I’m hungry, and—We haven’t even talked about this.”

Y/N pulled over on the first place she saw and hopped off the car.

Tom sighed. “Can we—“ But the stern look y/n gave him was enough to shut him up and follow after her.

“What is this place?” Asked Tom looking at it. ‘Kantun-Chi’, it read. Y/N kept walking through a small path.

“I don’t know,” y/n said.

Tom followed after her, uneasy. “Y/N, Y/N,” he lifted up her chin. “Why are we here? Let’s go back to the car—We don’t know this place.”

“I do, I do know this place.” She pushed him away. “And we barely have any gas, look, my plan was to drive all the way to Cancun and get wasted.”

Tom closed his eyes, stressed, mainly because he didn’t understand why y/n was doing this. Did she have something to tell him? Was this just like London? One where she gave him hope and then left?

She kept walking until they reached a sort of small blue lagoon in a small pit. It was surrounded by beautiful green trees, which accentuated the paradise they were walking in to. The water was so clear you could see everything on the floor. Blue. so blue.

Tom had never seen such a beautiful place, breathtaking.

“This was the place I had discovered the day I—before I met Miguel,” she explained, sitting down in front of the water. “It started to rain and—I had to go back but I ran out of gas and… and then he saved me. I...I remember coming here, and...I… thought I would bring you if we ever came here. But I guess it was the day I actually gave up on you, and on that day he appeared.”

He watched her.

”it’s ironic, isn’t it?,” she laughed. “How I ended up here anyway, it’s like the universe is trying to get me back on my mind. As if the irony wasn’t enough, it’s like the universe is telling me to already get over you.”

She finally turned around to face him.

“Get over me…” Tom gulped. “For that to happen it means---”

“I was in love with you,” she admitted. “So bloody in love with you and you… You.”

Tom watched her. “Why are you marrying him, then?”

“Because it was over, alright? Because I love him! And then… You just decided...I need you to understand that what you did was wrong,” she raised her voice. She was angry. That’s why she had brought him.

To once again blame him for her decisions.

“Oh really? Was it my fault now? That’s wrong? Don’t you think it’s worse asking me to escape with you?” Tom pointed out. “You wanted to go to Cancun.”

“I’m not… escaping, alright? I just need to think all this through,” she snapped. “I—I wasn’t planning on going to Cancun, I needed to come here, to think it through!” She stood up.

“Think it through? Really?” Tom placed his hands on his hips, not believing what he was hearing. “So then you can go back to him.”

Y/N stood up and walked over to him. “You have no idea what you’re saying right now, it took you long enough for this, you didn’t have the balls for this, and now you paint me as the bad one!”

Tom shrugged. “You kissed me and then left to another fucking country to marry another guy!”

“Because I didn’t want you to hurt me anymore! I didn’t want—“

“And oh you think I wasn’t hurt?” Tom sassed. “How do you think I felt after waking up to see you were gone?”

She scowled. “You said it wouldn’t matter the next day!”

“What do you think I meant by that?” Tom yelled.

“I don’t know! I was scared and I was angry because I thought it was just another one of your one night stands, and I didn’t mind, alright? I thought it would be a way to finally get those thoughts out of my mind,” y/n was crying now.

“So you used me?” Tom inquired.

She looked away. “I—I didn’t use you, I thought that by drinking the poison all the feelings would be dead but—“

“You could’ve stayed,” Tom argued back.

Y/N turned away and watched the water. “So it’s me who had to make the decision.”

Tom walked over. “Well, yes! It’s still up to you! You can just decide it right now.”

“No, I can't because—you don’t understand this! You have not been the one crying for four years, alright?” Y/N glanced at him, crossing her arms.

“What do you even know?” Tom pushed.

“You never had the balls for it, Tom.” Y/N turned around and started to point at his chest. She took a deep breath to try and hold the tears. “I—I don’t even know if I believe you now.”

Tom took her by her hands, and then lifted her chin. “I am bloody in love with you, what’s not to understand about that?”

“And I was in love with you, alright? I had to travel to another country to find myself,” she explained. “To get over you. I needed to—I needed to cleanse myself, I always had a shadow over my head and you...and I finally saw the sun again. And you just decided to—to take it all away from me.”

Tom shook his head. “I didn’t want to—.”

“But then you decide to say that fucking speech and ruin everything, why now, Tom?”

Tom pulled her close to him. “I love you”

“No, no, listen you don’t get to say this now,” she pushed him away, and held her arms. “Because it took you all this time. And it—“

“I was going to tell you the moment you came back,” Tom admitted, taking her hand again, she stared at it and then looked him in the eyes, hurt and with tears cascading through her face.

“And why didn’t you? Why did you—“ she had to take a long pause, looking up as if she was looking out for the answers. “What took you so long? You could’ve said it when we danced, you could’ve said it on-“

“I—“Tom tried to speak but y/n shook her head.

“You have no idea Tom,” her voice was calmer. “what I’ve been through.” She sounded exhausted. “You don’t know how many times I had to swallow all my tears. You don’t know how many times I had to be stepped on by you. I always loved you, and I had to go away for six months for you to realize—“

“I was an idiot, okay? I am an idiot,” Tom admitted. “And I shouldn’t.”

“And then—then you try to do this? You—you come here and just simply blew it all,” she wasn’t listening to him it was like she was running out of breath.

“I can’t let you marry him, I love you,” he reminded her.

“Tom, why did you wait until now? Why couldn’t you have said something?” Y/N questioned him, for once not pushing away his hands.

“You think I don’t regret that? That day on the bridge?” Tom reminded her, his hand was now caressing her face, wiping out the tears.

She scoffed, and ignored his glance, but he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I opened my heart to you and—“ She breathes in a sob.

“I knew I was only going to hurt you,” Tom said.

She pushed him away again, walked away and then ran a hand through her hair. “That night, Tom, I ” She sighed. “you should’ve done something.”

“And I wanted to—I just wasn’t ready.”

Y/N scoffed to herself. “I just bought that bloody dress so you could take it off,” she admitted, “And it wasn’t even the first time, alright? But I always had to watch you walk off with someone else. Now, you’ll see me walking to someone else.”

“Is this what it all fucking is? Revenge?”

“No, of course not,” Y/N laughed cinically. “Oh my god, that’s it, you still think this is about you, everything revolves around Tom! Tom this, Tom that, that’s why it never worked, you never saw it, because maybe you knew you loved me but admitting it would ruin you, wouldn’t it?”

“Admitting it meant losing you!”

“And you lost me anyway,” she shrugged. “So, where we are now, Tom? Too late.”

Tom shook his head.

“who in their right mind falls in love with someone in six months?” Tom questioned her. Walking closer to her.

“Is it too bad that I want to be loved, Tom? Is it too bad I want to have… Someone who I know will be there when I wake up? Someone who won’t get bored of me?”

“I wouldn’t—I love you, y/n! And you don’t marry someone because you want to be loved, you marry someone because you love them!” Tom pushed, taking her hands.

“And what would you know about love? And marriage?” She laughed. “I…”

“I do know…”

“No, Tom. You don’t. Because if you—I don’t know,” she looked him in the eyes. “It’s too late. In just three days I’ll be a wife. And I’ll be living with Miguel in that nice white house we saw,, and we’ll be happy. We’ll have a dog and maybe we’ll have children, it’s… it’s how it’s meant to be.”

“Why are we here?” she lifted her chin.

“I don’t know. I—because I am confused. Because after all this time, after everything I’m not supposed to love you, alright?” She gulped, looking at his eyes and lips. But she turned around.

“Do you?” Tom snarled.

“No.”

“Then why did you bring me here?” Tom asked.

“I—“

“Why did you bring me here if it’s too late?” Tom pulled her over to him, she shook her head, he cupped her cheeks. She started to run out of breath as she stepped back.

“I don’t know,” she placed her hands over her hips. “I’m… I’m going to swim.”

Tom ran a hand through his face. “What?”

“We’re going in circles, alright? I… let’s… let’s clear our minds, alright?” She took off her t-shirt and shorts and jumped into the cenote. Tom turned around giving her some privacy as he stressfully pulled his own hair, he kicked a rock on the ground.

They were truly going in circles. And he could’ve kissed her just now, just now would’ve been the perfect moment to kiss her and make her forget about Miguel, as she should. He took off his shirt and jumped after her.

And there was smile back on their faces, maybe she was right. They needed to escape. An unapologetic smile on her face, the one Tom knew that it was the way to tell him that they’d be alright, that even if she couldn’t forgive him for the reasons, she was forgiving him for himself, for their sake. Because Tom could easily read her smiles, the ones which hid a secret, the ones which hid a tear and the one which was playful and hid a dirty joke. But this one, this one had a promise, the promise of making everything fine, of being tired of being mad at him.

They needed that. Clear their minds.

He swam close to her. “Alright, now what?”

“For how long can you hold your breath?” She asked him.

“Decent amount of time,” he shrugged. “Why?”

“Follow me,” she sunk into the water and started swimming to what seemed a cave like under water. He followed after her even if it was dark, it wasn’t long and before he could even think of trying to come out, they were already out catching their breath, under a cave, that also had a walk in- view. The aquamarine color of the water was hugging her face, as if she had planned it, as if she had chosen the colour of the water to truly make the best come out of her. It truly was a magnificent place, as if Tom was reading poetry, the kind of poems y/n used to love to read.

They were now covered by the rocky ceiling that made any whisper echo, but there was the sunlight slowly coming up, the sunrise through the door-like hole in the cave made Tom shiver, it gave a perfect pink to the turquoise that was bathing them. It was beautiful, as if someone had delicately carved a door to heaven and he could easily walk through it right now.

“We could’ve just walked around to get here, I figured it’d be a nicer entrance coming from under the water,” she whispered, as she always does.

Tom took a deep breath to stare at the sunrise, that was hidden under some green trees from the window they had. One could have only dreamed of this place and never imagined it could be real.

But the sunrise was nothing, Tom could only look at her.

“It’s incredible how I always hid between words, and when I discovered this place… I found that poetry can be found anywhere, from the pinkest sunlight to the bluest water,” she explained. “It’s… silly.”

Tom smiled, shaking his head. “No.”

He kept staring at her as her eyes were enamored by the sun, as if the sunlight was made just for her. And the tears that were once upon to come out minutes before were not to be seen, they’d disappeared and left instead a bright kiss of hope.

She turned to him. “What?”

“I’m just thinking,” Tom shrugged. “It’s such a waste.”

Y/N frowned.

“That you’re going to be a wife to someone whose vision of you is barely there, who only sees a life with you in a nice white house and a dog and maybe kids,” Tom adds. “To someone who doesn’t see that you’re supposed to be doing this kind of stuff, discovering places and falling in love with them, married to someone that hasn’t seen the true beauty of you.”

“He has--”

“No, y/n, because I don’t blame him, I, too, wanted to spend the rest of my life with you when I met you, but I didn’t ask you anything and I never said anything because I knew that you can’t be tied either. Your freedom y/n, he’s taking away that from you, and gosh that makes you the most beautiful woman in the world.

Y/N bit her lip and looked away, she played with her hair. “And you know me perfectly, don’t you,” she snapped quietly.

“I do, actually, I pay a lot of attention,” he admitted. “Like just now, that you’re nervous and you’re touching your hair” he pointed out as she cleared her throat. “ I know that you always want to escape before anything big happens, and that you usually search for me when you need to,” Tom continued as she looked at him, a tinge of sadness upon her face. “Or how you always do whatever you’re expected to do, except what you truly want. You always finish what you start and that’s probably why you’re continuing with this wedding.”

Y/N kept staring at him, gulping.

“And your biggest flaw, y/n, is that you’re so damn difficult to let go.”

She took a deep breath and gave a pathetic excuse of a smirk that was probably hiding a tear.

“You want to know what’s yours?” She asked and Tom smiled. “You’re so incredibly afraid of your feelings because you fear you’ll end up lonely, and that’s why you’re always holding back.”

He pulled her over and kissed her, she didn’t back away and instead moulded her lips into him, as her fingers were desperately running through his hair. It was cliché, but he had been waiting for this since he had separated from her on the last kiss. And Tom was trying to stay steady against the rock they were leaning against to.

And it was rough, so rough. It felt like home, in a weird way. In a way in which Tom had never thought he’d ever feel again. It felt like their lips belonged together, as if they anticipated each other’s moves, and their lips would search for each other again as their tongues were both searching for the entrance, and then he’d turn the kiss sweeter again. Her hands would struggle to keep from his face to his lips, to his chest. And his hands on her waist were fighting not to go down, but he couldn’t help himself. It felt slow, then so intense, as if neither of them was wasting time. It was so sexy, he even pulled her underwater to continue.

But Tom could only wonder if she could taste the other girl's lips from his, and he wondered if she’d ever kissed Miguel in the same way. And she slowed it down, turning it into a way of telling him that it was him. Even with everything.

Tom’s fingers were delicately touching her, as if he didn’t want to, because she felt so delicate.

She pulled away, and then rested her forehead against his, catching her breath, but he kissed her again and again, and his hands couldn’t wait any longer, they were roaming through her body, his hands were basically kneading her breasts and she started to kiss neck. They weren’t slow anymore, as she wrapped her legs around him.

But he stopped, again to pull away and look at her, and there was a smile that he’d never seen before. And it was a smile he was looking forward to seeing the rest of his life. And she kissed him again, and his hands found its way back to her waist, and she was grinding against him. And it felt right. And as his fingers were trailing down to her underwear, he was falling down, losing his steadiness and almost tripping down off the small place they were in, his hand splashing her.

Y/n let out a chuckle as she let go of him, standing up, Tom laughed.

“Haven’t you fucked underwater?” She giggled.

“Have you?” He laughed, blushing.

She kissed him again. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, and he couldn’t stop smiling. His fingers finally trailed down to her core, and she let out a small whine, his lips went to her shoulders, as she grasped to his back. He only caressed in between and glanced at her. Her own hand went down to palm his cock, and he moaned. But he teased her harder, not touching her where she needed it, as his delicate fingers were only caressing a faint intent of pleasing her.

“I can’t really tell if you’re wet, so excuse me if I can’t talk dirty,” he teased.

She blushed and pushed him away to laugh. “Oh my god, this won’t work, no, oh my god, Thomas,” she was red, so embarrassed but Tom didn’t care, he loved this.

“Sh,” he pulled her close again, pecking her lips. “Shut up, I love you.”

“I love you,” she admitted, kissing him again, a smile on her lips. And this probably wasn’t how Tom had imagined their first time touching, feeling each other would go. He had imagined it sexier, or more romantic, or whatever, and instead they were both a giggling mess and that’s what made it perfect. Because she was shy, and Tom was loving it. Because that was them, a pair of friends who were always meant to fall in love but shouldn’t have, but did anyway.

He unbuckled her bra, as he was kneeling down to kiss her chest, her stomach, and then back to her lips, his fingers drawing and teasing her. And she slowly pulled down his underwear to reveal his hard lenght, and her hands rake through his back clawing him. The water made it easier for both of them. She looked him straight in the eyes before he thrusted into her, she let out a soft moan as she started to pound into her. With every thrust, there was a moan, and there was a kiss he’d leave on her neck, on her chest, on her lips.

And her nails were tracing down his back, on his chest, his hands touching her whole body, and they find a rhythm, easily moving thanks to the water and their faces are splashed sometimes, and Tom pulls her underwater and then back up, as they’re both reaching their high. She is saying his name, not Miguel’s, but Tom doesn’t even think of that.

“I’m--I’m close,” she let him know.

“I know,” he said And he smirked, as a groan escaped his lips. And she just closed her eyes as they both reached it.

She rested her head against his forehead as soon as they finished, she caught her breath, and bit his lower lip. He grinned against it as he left peck all over her face, tickling her and making her giggle.

“I... We should go get breakfast.” She suggested and he just smiled.

They went to a restaurant nearby, y/n wearing Tom’s t-shirt like a reward for her as they were going to order breakfast. The wind was drying up y/n’s hair as it curled up, she was wearing her sunglasses, the sun was again on her face as if she was the true owner of it, and Tom couldn’t stop looking at her as she looked through the menu.

She had a smile he’d never seen before, but it was the most beautiful one he’d ever seen, that’s for sure. And he was holding her hand, and they didn’t have to worry about anything.

This was how it was meant to be, with them not worrying about anything else. No Miguel in sight, not Lizzie, and not even his friends smirking at him.

He kissed her hand and she smiled at him, they hadn’t even picked up their phones. Y/N ordered their breakfasts and they were barely saying anything, they were giggling and whispering to the other, just saying how much they loved each other. No one could blame them, they had wanted this for so long and they were just saying it.

And Tom knew he would never grow tired of it. Because each time, it felt better.

“I need to go wash my wands,” she announced, but Tom took her hand and pulled him to him as soon as she stood up.

“You’re not leaving me,” he pleaded with a smirk. She grinned and leaned over to kiss him.

He grinned as he watched her leave, chuckled to himself. He sighed, he couldn’t believe it. This was perfect.

He looked out to the beautiful morning that was receiving them. Or maybe it wasn’t as beautiful but Tom felt like it was the best day of his life

. But he saw a car pulling over, and Tom felt his heart stopping as it parked right besides y/n’s. Miguel got out of the car, and he saw Y/N’s mum also getting out. She looked disappointed.

Y/N was coming back, too, and she stopped as she saw Miguel, who seemed hurt as he watched her. Y/N froze, as her mum just took a deep breath and shook her head.

Tom stood up as well, Tom had never felt anything crumble as fast as his fairytale was crumbling.

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ablogcalledrevenge · 4 years

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Never Really Over

(a Gabriel O’Malley x Reader Insert Multichapter Fic, Rated M)

Chapter 3

The phone by your bed rings at 2:47 in the morning and you jolt awake out of a pleasant, if bizarre dream with your heart hammering inside your chest. Rolling over, you grab the receiver and focus on breathing.

“Hello, what?” You mumble, your cat’s eyes glowing yellow in the darkness from the foot of your bed. Getting a call this late at night, or perhaps this early in the morning, was never a good thing.

“Hey, I need your car. Can I borrow it?” The other voice says and there’s a pause where you try to figure out what the fuck is going on.

“My car? Why do you need my- who is this? Gabe? No, you can not have my fucking car! It is 3 in the morning and I have work tomorrow. Go away!” You yell into the receiver. But before you can hang up the phone, he sighs.

“C’mon baby please. I’m doing this job and I gotta get this body outta the way. Please (Y/N), I’ll pay for the gas and everything.” He pleads into the phone. You rub at your temple and frown.

“You are not putting a fucking body in my brand new Cadillac! Go ask Tony or David or somebody. This is your job, not mine. Zayde wouldn’t want me to get involved anyway.” You shoot back, wondering why you haven’t hung up on him.

“Tony’s busy and David’s car is in the shop. Besides, don’t you think I know that! I tried a bunch of other people before I called you. I promise I won’t get your car dirty, I won’t ask you to do anything but drive. C’mon baby I need your help please.” His voice has taken on a peculiar quality and your face floods with heat when you finally place it. He’s using his sex voice! He’s using his fucking sex voice to make you leave your house at 3 in the morning to drive him somewhere with a dead body. It was an underhanded move, he knew what that deep whisper did to you, and you clench your thighs together.

“Fine, fine! I’ll help you. But you can’t tell anyone and if you get so much as a scuff mark on my Cadillac, you’ll be joining that body.” You decide and Gabe cheers into the phone. He gives you the address and you figure you’ll be there in 15 minutes, although if you hit traffic you wouldn’t be surprised. But before you finally say goodbye, you lower your pitch as well to mimic his.

“Oh and Gabe? I’m not your baby.” The half groan, half laugh he responds with is worth the trouble.

The ride to the house where Gabe had prepared the body is pretty short, so you don’t feel too guilty about spending a good few minutes changing into a cute nightgown and brushing your hair. Gabe knows what you look like, but a little mascara never hurt anyone. Plus if you got arrested at least you’d look pretty for your mugshot.

You quietly pull up in your ‘76 Coupe DeVille, the street lamps bouncing off the red paint. Gabriel is waiting outside with a duffel, hiding in a shadow before hauling the large garbage bag over to your trunk. You join him at the rear of your car, helping him lift up the body and place it on the tarp inside. He slams the trunk closed and turns to you, long and lean.

“If that bag leaks, I’ll kill you.” You repeat, pointing your finger at him. He leans forward and playfully bites it. Scowling, you pull away and get back in the driver’s seat, glancing around the quiet neighborhood.

“So where are we going? The river again?” You ask, adjusting your mirrors before getting on the road. Gabriel’s eyes travel up your bare leg to the hem of your nightgown but you ignore the leer.

“Santa Monica.” He finally says when you hit a red light. You’re glad the car has stopped, because you turn to gape at him.

“Santa Monica? Santa Monica! Are you out of your mind? That’s like a 45 minute drive from here! I’m not taking you to fucking Santa Monica. What’s wrong with the river?” You ask incredulously, getting on the highway regardless. He smirks but wisely doesn’t comment.

“The tide’s going out tonight, it’s perfect to dump the body. It’ll be out in the middle of the Pacific by the time anyone knows he’s gone. Besides, last time I used the river, I got sick.” He points out, turning on the radio. Dolly Parton sings about someone smiling that smile and there go all her defenses. You give the radio a glare because that’s a low blow.

“Yeah, I remember.” You murmur absently, merging into another lane. You remember everything and at least Gabriel has the kindness to look abashed. You ride in silence for the rest of the journey.

You make good time to the pier, everything dark and quiet above you as you walk under the wooden beams. The Ferris Wheel sits unmoving, all the bright lights are off and the only sounds around you are the waves lapping against the dirty sand. You take a deep breath in, always having loved the scent of the beach. Gabriel grabs the body from the trunk and you take some plastic bags out as well.

“Here, put these around your shoes so they don’t get wet. You’re not getting back into my car smelling all briney.” You explain, watching him drag the garbage bag down under the pier.

“It’s fine, I brought a change of clothes. I’m gonna have to go in deep to make sure it doesn’t get stuck on the sand when the tide goes out. But hold this for me, will you?” He replies, whipping off his t-shirt and throwing it to you. Catching it with a smile, you sit on the hood of your car and watch Gabe disappear into the darkness.

You know that the body has been drained and chopped up to make it smaller, that there are weights in the bag to keep it underwater. By midmorning, that body will be in the middle of the ocean, halfway down among the fish. You didn’t know who the stiff was, but if Gabe had to deal with him, he probably deserved it.

Gabriel returns 10 minutes later, soaking wet and beautiful. The moonlight shines on his pale skin and the small ridges of muscle and bone are mesmerizing. He’s never been a wide sort of guy but there’s something so attractive about his body, in the subtleness of strength and the delicacy of his gait. He looks fucking good and you cross your arms for something to do.

Grabbing his duffel from the backseat, he takes out a towel and wipes himself down. His gold cross shimmers in the early morning light and the car jostles as he joins you on the hood. The yellow light of dawn usually turns people’s faces sallow but Gabriel glows in his success. You turn your head and watch the waves instead. You should probably leave now before the surfers and dog walkers head over. You have to be at the bank in the morning but you’re tempted to call out. You haven’t done that in a long time and considering your uncle was the bank manager, it would probably be okay.

“All done. Give me a second and I’ll change my pants. Then we can go.” He says quietly, shaking out any remaining sand from the towel. He scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Thanks for helping me with this. You didn’t have to and I appreciate it. Thanks (Y/N).” Gabe adds, letting his hand rest next to yours, pinky fingers touching. You flush at the thanks and nod, content to watch the sunrise with someone you know.

Ten minutes later you’re fucking in the back seat of your Cadillac and you’d be pissed if you weren’t so satisfied. You almost kick a hole through the car roof, you forgot how good it could be.

Once your breathing regulates and Gabe lights up a cigarette for each of you, do you actually say something other than expletives and his name.

“What was Claire like?” You ask, immediately hating yourself for bringing it up. Gabe was probably still mourning her and you didn’t want to know. Except you really did.

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he looks over at you with a sad smile before turning his eyes back to the middle distance. You focus on the condensation left on the windows.

“She was great, she really was. She was tough; you know she was married to that guy for fucking years letting him hit her and curse her out. Never complained, never said a word against him. She stuck it out, she was resilient.” Gabe says and you can’t help but feel a little bad. No one deserved to be in an abusive marriage. In that way, you did feel for her.

“She was nice too, if you had a problem, she’d help you; no questions asked. She was one of those people that helped; a doer. That’s the resilience. She did what she had to do to stay alive. She was probably too nice for the shit she got mixed up in, but she wanted to be able to take care of herself. I could respect that.” He’s lost to his memories now and you bite your lip to keep from crying at your folly. You shouldn’t have asked.

“You know I showed her how to handle the bodies? She didn’t seem squeamish about any of that stuff, she wanted to learn everything about the business. It wasn’t darkness, not like you have, but it was a pragmatism. If she was going to be in charge, she didn’t want to be taken advantage of again.” The mention of you causes an intake of breath that he either doesn’t hear or pretends he doesn’t. You’re not sure if it’s a compliment or not. You’re also aware of the similarities between you and Claire and it makes you uncomfortable. At least if she had been your total opposite you could make peace with the fact that you would never be like her. But you two were so alike, which made your failure to measure up even more obvious.

“The sex wasn’t bad either”, he adds like one more nail in the coffin, “Yeah, she was really great.” And you’re underground with her, your bodies rotting with the worms. Gabriel O’Malley has killed you both. It’s amazing how he does it so effortlessly. Your thoughts drift to the body sinking down beneath the floam; how peaceful it must be to just lie back and let the sea take you.

You don’t cry, you just smoke your cigarette down to the filter and toss it out the window. He does the same. The sun rises higher in the sky and paints his skin golden.

“I’m sorry Gabe, I really am. I know you loved her, loved her a lot.” You finally choke out. You’re ready to go home now.

“I’m not finished (Y/N).” Gabe says, turning in the backseat to face you. He takes your hands and the tears start falling.

“Please I don’t want to hear anymore, I’m sorry I asked, I’m sorry I brought it up. You love her and you never loved me and it’s obvious now and I feel like an idiot and I just want to go home. I want you to leave me alone. Please leave me alone.” You cry, pulling your hands away but he keeps grabbing them and pulling them back. What the fuck does he want with you?

“I will if you let me explain something, something important!” He demands, his hands resting on your upper arms and shaking you once. You stop outright crying and nod.

“Claire was all those things. She was tough and hardworking and smart and so kind. But she was also a person with good and bad parts. Stuff that I needed to discover and accept about her. The thing is, I wasn’t treating her like a person, I was treating her like an ideal. I was comparing her, the real her, against the image I had created in my head. An image no real person could ever compete with. To be perfectly fucking frank, Claire was really boring.” Gabe confesses, looking tired. Your brain short circuits and you blink several times.

“Listen, I could’ve dated her and married her and had kids with her and I probably would’ve had a nice life. She would’ve been a great mom and a great wife and we would’ve been happy in the grand scheme of things. But she was just… outside of the business, we had nothing in common! We didn’t like the same music or movies, we didn’t like doing the same thing, we had nothing to talk about. The sex was good because that’s all we were doing, it passed the time. Although let me tell you, I forgot how repressed these Catholic girls are sometimes. It was a trial and a half to get her to let me fuck her from behind. It gutted me when she died, partially because it was my fault. Cathy wanted me to spare this kid, but he wasn’t a kid. He came back with a buddy and Claire got one but she didn’t know enough about this world to be prepared for the second guy. I should’ve told her, I should’ve protected her, but I didn’t. Turns out I was wrong about her, wrong about a lot of things. I realized while I was out there that the Claire I thought I wanted didn’t exist, she never existed, and it was wrong of me to compare her to the Claire I had, and to you. So yeah, I cared about her. I cared so much about her, I wanted her to be happy. But I didn’t love her, I couldn’t love her. Not the way she deserved, not in any real way.”

There is silence in the car again, the sound of gulls starting to rise with the sun. Your tears have stopped and your breathing has too. You look at him, really look at him, and it’s like a bad picture trying to come through. His edges have gone blurry and the sound of your accelerating heartbeat is becoming the only thing you can hear. Your hands are shaking but you don’t know whether it’s from the comedown or your anger or something else entirely.

“Do you mean to tell me that this whole time I have been comparing myself to a person who does not exist? That I have been letting you compare me to a woman who is so perfect, she couldn’t even measure up to herself? You left me for something that was never going to work out? Is that what you’re telling me?” You confirm, your voice tight and deliberately slow. Gabe nods and swallows.

“Let’s get into the front seat and go home, huh?” You say after you watch him squirm for a moment. You pull your underwear back on and climb over the front seat while Gabe gets out and walks around to the passenger side door. You think very briefly about killing him, there’s a gun in your purse, but you decide against it. He was working for the Godfather now and you didn’t want to take away one of his guys.

Gabe pulls on the handle of the passenger side door but it doesn’t budge. You try and tame your hair in the rearview mirror, ignoring the sound of the door handle being pulled.

“Unlock the door, let me in.” He says, the sun almost completely out on the beach. You give him a once over and start the car.

“Find your own way home asshole.” You say, before pulling out of the spot with a squeal and driving off. The last thing you do as you leave him in Santa Monica is snake your hand out through the open window, middle finger tall and straight.

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abigailpoe · 4 years

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Date Night Alphabet Micheal x MC

Summary: Okay, so I saw a few NSFW alphabet things floating around, and I wanted to make one with cute date nights that the LI and MC would go on.

Notes: I don’t own any of these characters. This is my first orginal post in about a year, and I had it in my drafts. If you’re tagged or not, it’s the tags that have been there for a long time... Anyways! Please enjoy!

Rating: PG

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A: Anniversary: Congratulations! You and Micheal have been dating for a whole year. In honor of this, Micheal decided to take you out on the town. You got all dressed up, but he took you to the park, making you confused. He made your favorite foods, played your favorite music, and printed your favorite pictures together as polaroids.

B: Birthday Breakfast: Sick day! Micheal knew you had been sick for about a week, and you had also been quarantine with no visitors allowed. On your birthday, your dad lets Micheal bring you some pancakes and hash browns. A few weeks later, Micheal got sick, but he said it was worth it.

C: Cat: Micheal hates cats, but he knew that you loved them. You couldn’t have one at your old house, but now, you were allowed to. Micheal went everywhere looking for what he thought was the perfect cat. On Christmas, he came over and supposed you with one. It has a little pink collar, and there were toys in the box. He said he found the cat when riding his bike one day. He didn’t want to leave it there, so he took care of it for a while before giving it to you. You named it Snow.

D: Dance Class: Your aunt is getting married this weekend! You even get to take Micheal as a date. Your whole family was going to be there, and he was super nervous about it. You asked if he wanted to take a dance class before, and Micheal said yes. The two of you learned some basic steps, but only after Micheal stepped on your feet a few times. At the wedding, Micheal got it off with your family. Micheal kept complimenting you on your bridesmaid dress. But, it wouldn’t be a party without a prank, so Michael and you hacked in the stereo system and played some more modern music.

E: Escape Room: You And Micheal decided to try out the new escape room in town. The room was Romeo and Juliet themed, and in order to escape, you had to reunite the families and save the duo. You and Micheal didn’t finish, but you both decided to get ice cream afterward.

F: Flying: Beating Micheal for flying lessons seemed like fun when you started, but it quickly turned south when both of you realized you had fears of heights right before you were supposed to jump out of a plane and go sky diving. Was it scary? Hell yes. But did you get a goo Go Pro video of Micheal screaming to make it worth it? Also, hell yes.

G: Girl’s Night / Guy’s Night: Okay, let’s be honest, even though Micheal is your boyfriend and you love him, sometimes the two of you just need some time with your friends. That’s when the groups schedule a girl’s night out with the guys going out on the same night. You started out at the mall, but you all because hungry after the first few stores. The girls decided to head to the

H: Hacking: Max and others from that group kept messing with you and Micheal while at the diner. They took your food and dumped a milkshake onto Micheal’s head. You decided to get them back at their graduation. Micheal taught you a few basic tricks. In the PowerPoint they played at the end, you added a few bad pictures of Max that Micheal provided you. Zoe caught you, so you ran out of the school and hopped onto Micheal’s bike and drove away.

I: Indoor Camping: You had always lived in a city and never got to go camping, so Micheal was going to take you one weekend. It ended up getting canceled due to rain. You both already had your bags packed. Your dad said you could go camping inside your living room. The two of you started a fire in the fireplace, and you made s’mores.

J: July Forth: On July 4th, you and Micheal went to the park to watch the fireworks. You took your car this Micheal, and you had a picnic before the show. He later out a blanket, and about halfway through the show, you got cold. Micheal gave you his jacket, causing you to fall asleep on his shoulder. Later, you woke up on your couch with Micheal on an air mattress on the floor. You slid down and cuddled up to him the rest of the night.

K: Karaoke: After a long basketball game, Micheal took you to your favorite karaoke spot. The two of you got a corner booth and ordered a lot of food. After you got your food, other people in your group also came to get food. Micheal said he’d only sing if you went, so you did. You got up there and sang a song to Micheal, and he sang a song to you as well.

L: Late Night: It’s the night after getting home from the road trip, and Micheal and you are playing board games, video games, and ate three pizzas all on your own. You watched a few movies and played some poker with each other. Though neither of you really knew how to play, at least Micheal said he didn’t know how to play. The two of you ended up falling asleep in the middle of Endgame with donuts and other various foods all over both of you.

M: Midnight Memories: It’s the afterparty prom night, and that means partying until the sun come up with all of your friends. That means hitting up the casino because you all finally turned 18! After the late night with Micheal, you learned the right way to play poker. You didn’t win much, but hey! $20 is better than nothing.

N: Netflix: Stranger Things is back and better than ever! However, you and Micheal agreed not to watch the new episodes until the weekend when you could hang out with each other. However, you both keep finding each other loading each other’s Netflix accounts at school. And at lunch. Every single day of the week for five days. But when the weekend finally comes, you both put on your 80′s attire and get some New Coke, which you quickly threw away.

O: Open When Letters: Micheal was going to visit family for the whole summer in Montana. There wouldn’t be any internet so the two of you wouldn’t be able to talk. On the day he was leaving, he gave you a box full of open when letters and one of his hoodies. The two of you had to go old school and wrote to each other during the summer. Your favorite open when letter was “Open When You Forget I Love You.” It was addressed to be open on the next to last week of summer, so you saved it. In the letter, he talked about when he fell in love with you. He also filled the envelope with pictures he took of you when you weren’t paying attention. Right after you got done reading it, the doorbell rang, and it was Micheal outside.

P: Prom: Prom is finally here! you both get dressed up and arive in style on Micheal’s motorcycle. Sure, holding your dress up on that thing was hard to do on a motorcycle, but Micheal only drove it about four blocks from your house. The night was amazing with memories to go around, incluing the Midnight Memories made at the after party.

Q: Quixotic Adventure: After graduation, and within 24 hours, you, Micheal, and the rest of the group are heading on a weeks long vacation to Texas! Who knows what kind of trouble you’re going to get into there? For one, loosing Maria’s binder in the airport, which resulted in a melt down, the rest of the trip went well. Micheal and Caleb even rode a mechanical bull.

R: Road trip: You woken up with a shake at 4 am. You scream as you find Micheal standing above you, and out of impulse, you slap him. Lucky for you, your dad got it on video. Micheal reveals that he came home early from camp, and he’s taking you to the city about 2 hours away. On the way, you stop and eat greasy diner food while watching a sunrise. You stay in the city for the whole day with Micheal, and you get home around midnight.

S: Ski Trip: Senior year has come, and you finally get to take the school skiing trip that you’ve been waiting for! But on the way there, the group stops, and you get food poising, meaning that when you get to the lodge that you stay in your room for most of the first day. That night, Emma and Maria come back with a surprise! They snuck Micheal into your hotel room with chicken noodle soup and crackers to help you feel better!

T: Theme Park: When driving in the middle of no where with Micheal to find a nice place to picnic, you and Micheal stumble upon an abandoned theme park, so the two of you decide to sneak in. You never realized it, but Micheal was secretly a fantastic photographer. The two of you ate and did several shoots before finding some rats and leaving.

U: Unique: Surpise! Micheal decided to get peices of paper and write an numbers on them. The first role is for outfits, second is for food, and thrird is the activity. However, he didn’t erally think out how you’re suppoed to wear a winter coat and sweater in a Japanse steakhouse while then going swimming. Even though he didn’t think eveything through

V: Video: Congratulations! It’s been a year of you and Micheal dating. For your one year, you gave him a box filled with different things from dates you went on. There was a menu from your first date; a dried up rose from the second; some things from prom; and more. Micheal, however, pulled out a CD and put it into the movie player. Confused, you sat down on the couch as he pressed play. The video started with a few days after you met with you skateboarding in the parking lot. Then, the first football game. Football homecoming. Basketball homecoming. When you took down Isa. Prom. It was clips of your life as a homemade movie. Him saving you from getting hurt. His winning throw to you as football. Everything.

W: Winter Wonderland: Sledding. Ice skating. All your favorite things wrapped all up into one day with your amazing boyfriend. However, things go wrong when you loose your bracelet in the middle of the day. Micheal said he would look for it, but you said it was too cold to try. you even suggested that the two of you wait until the snow melted. The next day, you open your house door to find Micheal, blue and shivering, holding your bracelet. When you bring him inside and cover him with blankets and cuddle to warm him, he tells you that he didn’t want you to loose it, so he searched all night for it.

X: XBox: It’s Black Friday! The sales and people are crazy, as they usually are. You decided to go without Micheal to try to see what you could get him for Christmas, and that’s when you see it: a Xbox. You push and shove people out of the way. This day will go down in history as the day you accidentally knocked over a child (don’t worry, you helped them up). That’s when you reach it. And when you go to grab it, someone else grabs the item too. When you look up, there stands Micheal. Welp... you ended up getting him jacket instead.

Y: Yoga: Let’s be real: Micheal has always hated yoga. However, after a back injury from trying to run from Hearst, Micheal agreed to do it since your doctor recommended it. It was... rough to say the least. But, you were happy that he at least tried to help you the best he could, even if he, himself, ended up in the ER after you.

Z: Zoo: You’ve always wanted to volunteer at a zoo that helps injured animals and then releases them back into the wild, unless their injuries are too extensive. Micheal and your dad worked together to allow the three of you to go to the zoo together and help. You had a lot of fun, even though it was sad, helping some bear cubs that lost their mom to a poacher.

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Mashobra is a small hamlet about thirteen kilometres from Himalayan town of Shimla an hour's drive from there through a winding ,twisting narrow moountainous road througha landscape of sheer virgin beauty. With the comping up of a whole lot of hotels guesthouses and resorts. it has become quite a crowded place today.Once this was no more than a peacefull little village situated in the middle of a thick coniferous forest- stark and glorious.Mashobra is my birthplace.Despite the fact that i spent only the first year of my life here i have a special attachment to it.THE lonely hills supporting a dense coniferous forest the lush undergrowth the exotic himalayan birds the glorious sunrise and sunset-they all hold a magical attraction for me.I love the intensemystical silence that gets interrupted only by the tweets of the birds,or by the chattering monkeys fighting inter troupe battles. And when the wind blow through the bush,it creates its own music-intensely haunting and hypnotizing.this pristine forest is timeworn-mony of these luxuriant deodars pines junipers, and oaks tall on these slopes have witnessed several generations come and go.they are mute witnesses to epochs of the known and the unknow history.Mystery is concealed in every nook and corner of these mesmerizing hills.I remember one episode from the time i was a little schoolgirl.I had gone with Pa to Mashobra,where he was presiding over a seminer at the GramSevak training centre.His seminar had continued unendingly ,leaving me bored and hungry.Our driver Sant ram offered to take me for crispy hot pakoras to a dhaba at talai abiut a kilometre away I jumped at the tempting proposal.An almost flat undulating patch of the grassland,that steadily rose up into a hillock to the south and subsided into a gradual velley to the north,talai was a very alluring playground.I chased butterflies around a small insignificant pond of green thick scum of moss, while hot pakoras were being freshly fried for me at the dhaba. Once we sat down to eat, Sant Ram informed me,"you knows ,baby ji entine area acquires its name from this humble pool-Talai ""oh". My eyes roved around to unearth more mysteries.I than spotted a large mansion hidden behind a thick cluster of trees at the top of the hillock.Who lives that house, SantRam?""That's the faridkot estate owned by the Raja of Faridkot.Faridkot is an panjabi." Hmm Visible from the dhaba was also a dilapidated house."Why is that house so broken and worn out?No one lives there?" I asked, enjoying a hot pokara in yummy tamarind chutney."Oh Baby ji, it is supposed to be a bhootia banngla a haunted house."I stopped munching. my interst in a ghost made me forget how famished I was. Ieyed the house in an entirely new perspective.curiosity and fear were two strong contenders in my young mind producing goose pimples all over my little body but I allowed my curiosity to override. Hesitating a little, i asked, Really ? Teel me about it.Sant Ram was quiet for a few seconds .He must have been making up his mind whether to tell me the story."there had been a terrible fire here long ago." I watched the dhaba owner nod spiritedly. His upheld opinion added more flavour to the story.I now noticed the blackened stone structure and the frameless windows and doors-whatever had survived the assault of fire and time. Sant Ram elaborated,"the fire broke out at night. the lady living alone in it was fast asleep and was burnt alive. Some think the fire was started deliberately-asabotage. IT is belived that her spirit lives in the house.""Who was the lady? Didn't she have children?" "No, no children. She was very close to the Raja, hos special friend, you know-girlfriend. He had given her this house."Sant Ram explained with a meaningful smile. He thought I would not understand. But I had instantly perceived what he meant;the way he exchanged glances with the dhaba owner. " But , no one dares to touch the house. people who tried had bad experiences once they began removing the wreckagr."What bad experience, Sant Ram? i insisted timorously .it would be a nice ghost story to tell to my friend."They fell ill, or had nightmars i which a woman told them to leave her house alone etcetera ." Sant Ram's pursed lips and enlarged eyes unnerved me, which he didn't notice. "No one dares to repair or live in that house,despite it being located at a very prime site.All of a sudden, it occurred to me that the ghost was perhaps watching me from the ruins. My little body shivered.I hurriedly gobbled the leftover pakoras. "Sant Ram, please take me back to pa." the house, seemingly right out of a horror story had begun to frighten me.Much later,when I was a young collage girl, I come to know about a creepier supernatural incident that had transpired here in Mashobra many year ago with someone very close to my family. It happned before I was born In 1952 at the behest of the government at new delhi, a Gram Sevak Training Centre came up at Mashobra and Pa was appointed its first principal. My family lived on the first floor of the main building. its ground floor had the administrative offices. The lecture rooms and the auditorium were housed in an adjacent building. The Students' hostal and the staff quarters were about a kilometre walk down the hill near the famous coutts garden.The student and staff community wasn't a large one.There were about twenty students and six members of the teaching faclty. only one of the lecturers ,Raj Vaidya, was married. It was a mid-january evening of the year 1953. Dark clouds had descended like a gigantic rolling ocean in the sky.It had been snowing non-stop for the past two days.Two feet of frozen vapour covered the land scape,hiding all colours under its white caps.The bitter cold had restrained folks inside their home.The students and the teaching staff of the centre were on two months long winter break. only my family and some of the administrative staff had remained behind at the Centre.The deserted expanse was even more desolate now and over whelmingly silent.It was well after dinnertime.My parents were in the sitting room warming their feet in the dying fire at the fireplace and exchanging notes on the day's events before retiring for the night. they were jolted out of their reverie by a loud knock on the door. " I wonder who has come at this time.," Pa got up from his chair to check on the unexpected caller. When the door was opned in breezed a draught of chilled wind and centre's compounder krishan das Negi. wrapped in a blanket over his khadi coat, BUSHEBRI cap and a home knit woollen muffler he stood shivering with a worried frown creasing his brow. Pa quickly shut the door. "I am worried about Hari ram's health," Pa later expressed to Ma. he looked so ghostly pale.I wonder what's wrong with him then he added hope the doctor on duty is efficient.By lunchtime there was still no news of the sick man if everything went well they should have reched the hospital by ten thirty, Maybe eleven even if they went slowly." Pa eyed the telephone."I had specifically asked Krishan to call me.Why hasn't he?'His restlessness made Ma concerned for him."Why don't you call the hospital?. she posed."I have tried the hospital reception,Can't get through."Pa shook his head dejectedly."they must have got busy looking after the patient,or maybe the telephone there is out of order.You know it's very common in winters.WIRES SNAG." Ma tried to put his mind at ease.She wanted keep them away from this unfortunate death. they were too tnder to be exposed.It was later that details were divulged to her.of about four miles when they came across a huge mound of snow completely bloking the road It was a minor avalanche but couldn't be cleared without the help of the public work department. but there was stranded on the orther side of the blockade agreed to return to shimla and arrange for the required. Hari Ram condition continued to deteriorate. his body went into tremors and he began to get disoriented. By and by he went silent. the men accompanying him thought he had fallen asleep.The temperature was dropping fast and the light was fading. they waited and waited for someone to arrive to clear the road.None came when Krishan tried walking Hari Ram up, to make him drink some tea, he realized he wasn't hotnanymore. Had the fever subsided? He then realized Hari Ram wasn't breathing.he trived reviving him all in vain Hari Ram's spirit had long been released and his body now lay lifeless.Hari Ram belonged to a remote village in theog tebsil of Himachal. He had lost both his parents ,however his two older brothers still lived in the village with their families.Pa telephoned the agriculture inspector posted at theog, asking him to inform Hari Ram's family of the misforture. He expected Hari Ram broyhers to take his body to their village for the last rites.Meanwhile the body was kept buried in snow for two days. when even by the thidr day nobody reached Mashobra to claim the body, pa sent another urgent message. Pa quickly shut the door."What brings you here at this time,Krishna?" Krishna rubbed his ice-cold hands."Sir,Hari Ram is running a very high fever for the past two days,and it's showing no sings of subsiding.I have been giving him paracetamol table every four hours since yesterday but it hasn't made any difference ti his fever. There is no cough no running nose." Hari Ram was the peon at the centre. "Stomach infection?" Pa asked ."No, Sir. No diarrhoea, no vomiting. He's complaining of a severe headache though.i fed him half a slice of bread and half a cup of ter with great difficulty.He hasn't eaten anything else the entire day. I don't know what is wrong with him .I checked his temperature before comeing to you. it was 105`fahrenheit since the evening he has also been blabbering incoherently he's very serious SIR he need to see a doctor.Hmm we must admit him in a hospital immediately. Pa shook his head worriedly."It is too late now, sir. driver pitamber has left and his house is three kilometters away There is no way we can take Hari Ram to the hospital now.'Oh NOT much can be done immediately in this bad weather keep cold compressess on his forehead and try to keep his fever down.If his condition doesn't improve by the morning go and fetch pitamber from his house and take himto SHIMLA, TO Snowdon hospital.Krishna appeared dismayed. it wouldn't br easy to plod through mounds of snow early in the morning in the bitter cold especially if he was going to be looking after the patient the entire night. Pitamber should be reporting on duty around nine. Sir. Even if I leave at seven to call him we can't be back before nine .'YOU forget Krishan,tomorrow is sunday. pitamber will not be coming. go as early as you can. Let's not take chances." oh yes, sir I WILL leave as soon as I can." And Krishan once again retreated into the dark cold night. there was no improvement in weather conditions the next morning. It was a daRK COLD AND blustery day. around nine there were noise of hectic activity outside. The frozen engine of the jeep took consistent effort and warm weter to come to like.Krishan and Pitamber brought Hari Ram on a chair and lifted him into the jeep. He had lost tremendous weight in just a few days and looked so pallid that Pa was taken aback. A STRANGE abnormal look in his eyes was frightening. Despite his condition he threw a weak smile at Pa. "you" ll be fine Hari Ram, Pa assured him be strong.Hari Ram nodded faintly. I ll be back soon he whispered.Pa stroked his head.of couse,you ll be!Before they left pa gave Krishan strict instructions,"Call me as soon as you reach the hospital.I wiill speak with the doctor on duty." though he personally knew a few doctors at the hospital he also knew that it being sunday not many doctors would be available at the hospital except the ones on emergency duty. THE clock tricked on. there was no information about hari ram's health even by the evening.Finally at five o' clock, Pa had enough of waiting around in tension.grabbing his overcoat he got into his snowshoes."where are you going in this cold? It'll be dark soon."Ma eyed him check.""You can't walk till the hospital,ten miles away in this snow,"Ma expressed her apprehension."No,I am not going to the hospital.Of course not! Will just walk till talai.I need some exercise."Ma nodded. A short walk would do him good ease him out a little. she ardently prayed for hari ram's health as she stood at the window watching Pa trudge through the snow. he had been away for barely fifteen minutes when Ma rushed out on hearing the sound of an approaching vehicle. It was the centere's jeep as she had expected Pa alighted from it.He looked pape and immensely miserable. In an instant Ma realized that things weren't good.Pitamber got off and rushed to help other from the back of the jeep.Krishan was next to dismount.Then both of them removed hari ram from the jeep.he was wrapped in a sheet from head to toe."Oh my God! What happened? Ma was shaken and upset."Sorry, memsahib we couldn't bring him back alive,"Krishan spoke through his choked throat. tears streamed down his cheeks. pitamber sobbed openly "He was such a wonderful man. why did he have to go so early?"Ma closed her eyes and silently prayed for the departed.the handsome cheerful face of Hari Ram hovered for the departed.The handsome cheerful face of Hari Ram hovered before her eyes.He was too young to die.After the intial shock she hurried inside to her children.The body couldn't be kept forever .this time he was told that hari ram's family was finding it difficult to travel due to the blocked roads.It was left on Pa to undertake the required ceremonies. Early next morning a priest was arranged. he came reluctantly;he couldn't be blamed. It hadn't stopped snowing for the past four days. More than three feet of snow covered the entire expanse of the town, draping it in white as if in mourning for the departed.Hari Ram's body was taken in the jeep to the cremation grounds. Clearing a small patch. they made the funeral pyre under a makeshift tin roof. It become very difficult to light the damp wood. finally krishan consigned the body to flames after a great struggle and many tins of ghee. the priest half-heartedly chanted mantras for the peace of the departed soul and shivered continuously in the cold. As if this wasn't enough a raging blizzard struck soon after the pyre was lit. blinded by the snow crystals, they all had to beat a hasty retreat.THE next day when krishan and pitamber went to the cremation ground, they were stumped. Hari Ram's body hadn't burnt completely. the keeper of the cremation ground had neglected his job of watching over the burning pyre. they were now in a dilemma ."the best thing now will be to do the needful in haridwar suggested krishan. Hari Ram's remains were anyway to be taken to haridwar as customary in hindu religion."how will we take these half burnt remains there? Pitamber probed. "The interstate bus service has been suspended dee to the snowstorms. And ,i don't think I can take the risk of driving through this strom.We'll get stranded for sure so don't even make that suggestion to principal sahib."Neither were the remain in a condition to be kept for too long. the keeper of the cremation grounds suggested burying the remains of hari ram in a suitable place realizing it to be the most expendient proposal in the given circumstances the men complied and kept silent over the whole affair.Early march with the culmination of the winter break the hustle-bustle of the insitute was restored. In the close knit community of the centre the death of a young man was shocking-almost unbelievable. Hari Ram's affable smile happy go lucky persona and free spirit had fetched him lots of friends among the staff and students. Now he was so far away from them all.A condolence meeting was held which held which was attended by all except one person associated with the community. Raj Vaidya a senior staff member had returned without his family. his wife neema had stayed back to spend more time with her parents looking after the younger doughter just a few months old was easier with the help of her mother .

the routine at the institute resumed. the cold began to wane and with it the memory of the departed. A new man replaced the deceased and life's routines continued.Summers arrived in may and Neema Vaidya returned home.the day temperature were comfortable twenty five degree and the night were cool the bright sunshine had begun to spread its golden warm cape over the mountains. the honeysuckle creeper scrambling up on one of the pillars in her house's portico was in full bloom and had spread its heavenly aroma far and wide. THE chestnut tree was once again filled with prickly fruits the apple,plum,and apricot tree on the hilly terraces were laden with small unripe fruits. May 10,1953 around four in the afternoon- the routine bustle in the students' hospital adjoining Neema's house was missing usually the students returned after classes around this time but presently the annual examinations were going on and today's paper was scheduled for the afternoon. IT would finish at five her husband was on invigilation duty and hadn't come home for lunch.the hectic toil since the morning had exhausted the mother of two children ever since her exhausted the mother of two children ever since her return a few days ago her seven=months=old chitra had been a bit cranky taking time to adjust to her new environment her three-year-old veera was happy to be back with her father and in an overly playful mood. today much to her relief both her gils had decided on a long afterniin nap.It was a warm languorous afternoon inducing drowsiness and Neema took advantage of the opportunity. A short nap of half an hours was very rejuvenating.Once up she decided to finish her knitting. There was no season in shimla when the children could do without woollens. opening the window of her sitting room wider to enjoy a fresh cool breeze she sat down on an easy chair facing the window with her knitting. She must have been at her work for berely five minutes when she dropped a stitch and got focused on retrieving it. it was then that she heard a voice.someone greeted her from the open window."How are you,Memsa'ab?"She raised her eyes from her task to check on the visitor a man in a loose whitish shirt stood just outside the open window. oh hari ram ? I'm fine. seen you after a long time how are you?""how's veera?""Children are doing well thank you."i'll take veera with me."thank you hari ram not now she's sleeping. with great difficulty she went to sleep."Neema smiled."Maybe later in the evening you can take her to play outside. Hari ram nodded and left.She found nothing amiss except hari ram had sounded very different his voice was much deeper and distant as if he was making an effort to speak.

Hari Ram had often looked after looked after Veera. He was such a fine person.After chitra had been born he had been a big help when neema was struggling alone with the household chores and her children before she had gone home to mandi for winters he had come so often whenever he had some free time at hand. He loved to play with her little girls, especially veera-a very happy and lively child ,and very pretty with lovely pinkish complexion and large expressive hazel eyes. ever since she had learnt to talk she had become a non-stop chatterbox.Neema would smile seeing Hari Ram burst into laughter at her baby prattle.It 'll be nice if Hari Ram came in the evening to take veera out to play. Raj will come tried, and probably won't have the energy, Neema reflected and continued to knit blithely.Raj came home late the evening around six thirty.Students had appeared in his subject's exam that day, so it had taken him some time to count the papers and make the bundles.With the bundles under his arm,he reached home with the intention of starting to correct immediately,after his usual cup of tea. THE children were up and playful.it was a pleasure to come back home to his lovely family.the couple sat down to their evening tea in the dining corner of their sitting room Little chitra was happing gurgling in her father's lap and veera was making all efforts to climb onto his lap too.What an attention seeker she's becoming! wouldn't let her father have A cup of tea peacefully. Neema gently held the child's hand and pulled her towards her. Veera go and play with your toys.No, I want to sit on papa's lap. You take chitra away , the three-year-old persisted."Papa is tired,beta.""No,papa is not tired.He will play with me.""Now,don't be an adamant child,and come here,"the mother chaged her tone to sound firmLet her be Neema. She needs an outing. though I need to start correcting the papers,I'll take the girls out a while after I finish the tea."No, you don't have to. you can do your corrections .Hari ram said he would come to take veera out to play.He's late. Maybe he's on his way."Raj stared at her. 'What? what did you say?'"Hari Ram had come in the afternoon, around four. I told him to come in the evening and take Veera out to play,"Neema reiterated. She couldn't understand the changed expression on her husband's face. she lifted her cup to take a sip."Are you sure it was hari ram the peon?It could have been someone else,"Raj spoke gingerly. Neema put her cup down on the saucer.why someone else?don't I know Hari Ram? He used to take veera out to play so aften and at times help me with the household work. It could have been the new peon who has joined recently Raj affirmed despite his doubts.He know that the new peon was nowhere close to resembling hari ram.He was short short and stout unlike the deceased man moreover Neema hadn't even met the new peon. what wrong with raj? Does be think I can't recognize people well? why are you saying that?Being away for a few months has not made me forget Hari Ram's face."when did he last come to help you?Raj spoke warily his heart in his mouth.beads of perspiration had collected on his brows.Neema remained unawere of it all."Hmm... He come after a long time today. Neema frowned and than said,"In fact for the first time since my return from mandi. "did he come in-inside the house?" Neema wondered why raj sounded so anxious and afraid NO, he stood outside at the window. children were asleep so I didn't feel the need to let him in. Though he will come now; he said so Neema sipped tea and watched Raj looking at the window as if it was something out of the world. why was he acting so weied? The window was still open. beyond it the twilight was slowly slipping into night. Only the pillar was faintly visible in the grey haze the cool breeza of the mountains streamed in generously through the window wafting in a little chill. Neema couldn't grasp what was making Raj so nervous,He was trying to stand but couldn't since veera sat at his feet.Neema please hurry shut the window. The desperation in his voice was palpable. Why does be want to shut out the lovely breeza? Neema relucatantly got up. she peeped out of the window. the fragrance of the blooming flowers was heavenly. she took a deep breath and lingered at the window for a few seconds.Neema shut the window Raj's voice rumbled a mixture of concern and fear.OKay I'm closing it why are you getting so worked up? Neema grudgingly closed and bolted the window and returned to finish her tea she frowned when she took a ship It had gone cold She liked to drink it hot she peeped inti Raj's empty cup and then picked up her cup and moved towards the kitchen to reheat it. Raj was sitting absolutely still on his chair looking pale and distrubed. What gone wrong with his mood Neema wondered would you like another cup of tea, dear.?NO, When Neema returned with her steaming cup refilled, she found Raj still sitting frozen in the same pose as she had left him. He was tightly holding in the same pose as she had left him.He was tightly holding on to his daughters. chitra was peacefully playing with her father's tie. Veera had lovingly rested her head on his chest and was sucking her thumb.Is something the metter?Are you not feeling well?"Neema sat down with her cup of tea.I relly don't understand.....understand what?, Neema lifted her cup and brought it close to her lips.Hari Ram is dead."What rubbish! He was here around four in the evening ." She frowned. She was about to take a sip but her hand froze in mid air."Did he die after that? He seemed all right. Was it an accident "NO. he died this winter, when we were away, Raj spoke slowly guardedly. he didn't want to frighten Neema. but he hadn't chosen the right moment. A choked scream escaped Neema's throat. she dropped the cup with its hot tea on her lap, scalding her thighs. the cup rolled down crashed on the floor, and broke into fragment. the children got frightened at the clattering and their mother's sudden reaction. they begen to wail. Neema's vision automatically traversed to the window. She was relieved it was shut. She was shivering and her burnt thighs hurt. But she remained glued to the chair. The couple gazed at each other. Had Neema known about the man's death and then had seen his ghost, it could have been taken as a figment of her imagination a hallucination. but she had no inkling to the fact that Hari Ram had died while he was away to mandi. No one had bothered to let her know for Hari Ram was a forgotten man now out of most lives and minds. After comforting their daughters, the couple rushed to the little shrine in the corner of their bedroom. they lit a lamp burnt a bunch of incense sticks and offered prayers for the peace of the wandering soul. they prayed for the safety of their daughters. "Please protect us. No harm should ever come to our little family," They appealed to God. Later when Neema went to the kitchen to cook dinner, her husband followed her with his daughter still held protectively in his arms. The silence around their house felt unnerving. The students were busy preparing for the next day's exam and there wasn't the usual bustle around. Neema loudly and continuously incanted hymns to keep the restive spirit a bay. She could berely give attention to her cooking. As they sat down for dinner ,Raj expressed, "Neema, let's just keep quiet over the incident. There in no need to spread panic among the students. Most will not believe us anyway. Neema nodded. there was hardly anybody here with whom she shared that kind of rapport except with Mrs. Sharma the principal's wife she was like a older sister. But if Raj was insisting there most be a good reason for not disclosing it unless the ghost appeared tp more people, it may be a good idea to keep it a secret. The next few weeks went by smoothly. There were no unwanted visits no eerie visitor. the dread and dismay to fade from their lives. The routine at the training centre went on undisturbed. NONE except the couple had the knowledge about a wandering spirit among them. but they had prayed for its peace and perhaps that had its effect Hopefully the spirit had gone to its eternal rest. The examination at the school were over and the results were declared. The students prepared to go home. the first year batch on annual vacations whereas the graduates would soon jobs. the weather was warmer than the previous month. the weather was previous month the bushes on the hills were filled with vibrant blooms. their exotic, heavenly fragrance infused hearts with joy. Pa decided to organize a special treat for his students and a ferewell for the outing batch. After some deliberation He came to the conclusion that nothing would be more appealing to the young folks than the Indian Cinema.IT was very rare for the residents of this far-removed mountainous region to be able to watch a movie. the nearest cinema hall was in shimla, not easily accessible to all. Also it would be a big hassle to take everyone to a theatre at shimla. So, he decided to bring a cinema hall to the institution. He spoke with the director of the public relations department and he agreed to send his moblie cinema van complete with a screen projector and spools of the latest hindi film.Aankben starring bharat bhushan and nalini jaywant. He would also send along his technicians to set up a mini cinema hall for a day.When the announcement was made about the show there was an air of excitement in the campus. indian films becomes the hot topic for discussions the actors the movies songs and singers the debate kept on till the cinema van arrived on friday morning.Though the movie was to begin after lunch at two all students arrived from their hostel by ten in the morning as soon as the word spread that the cineama van had arrived on they requested the canteen owner to prepare early lunch and he happily obliged. HE didn't want to miss the show either So a picnic in the lawns before the moving got added to the entertainment a package.The technicians got busy setting up the moving theatre surrounded by a crowd of chattering curious excited students. By one thirty a big crowd had assembled outside the makeshift cinema hall word had spread in the two-mile radious and many families arrived uninvited for the show. So the movie was running a full house.Pa's contentment was marred by the fact that Ma wouldn't be joining him. she had developed a severe headache and had declared her inability to come. Another missing member was Neema vaidya. Her infant daughter was running a fever and she decided not to risk exposing her further. The machinery developed some snag and the movie show could begin only by two thirty.Once the black and white movie began the excited chatter instantly died down. Although the area around Neema's house was never a crowded zone due to the presence of the student community, its was seldom that still during the daytime.there would always be some kind of activity, sounds, and laughter around. Today, an overwhelming silence hovered on the region like hushed mist over a clam ocean. Ma swallowed a paractamol table with water and decieded to take's it easy. It was a rare opportunity to rest in the afternoon. All children including the hyper youngset, were away for at least three hours. She made hereself snug inside a quilt. Soon the medicine took effect and she was fast asleep.

A kilomettre away, Neema fed both her daughter. chitra had been restive since the morning; her fever made her cantankerous. Neema put nasal drops into her blocked nose,soothed her, sang her a lullaby and fimally managed to lull her to sleep. Veera was playing with her toys. her sleeping hours were decreasing day by day as her curious little mind was focused on the discovery mission.It was a lovely summer afternoon with a cool and pleasant breeza blowing gently. Neema opened the window to allow fresh air inside her bedroom. she stood there admiring the blooming flowers even though the intense silence in the area was making her uneasy. A fleeting memory of the eerie incident of last month crossed her mind but she immediately tossed it out. Hadn't they prayed ardently for the peace of Hari Ram's soul? She once again joined her hands and said a quick, silent prayer. But the loneliness depressed her today. She felt left out. She wanted to watch the movie. She had seen only two in her lifetime. that was before her children had been born. Raj hadn't even offered to stay back with the babies and allow her to go.But then he was needed to maintain discipline among the students. Neema heaved a deep sigh and withdrew from the window.Since Veera was up and playing, she couldn't lie down to rest even though her back felt stiff.There was some stitching left to be completed. She had been stitching dressess for her daughters. She kept the sewing machine on the tabe and sat down to work on it. An icy draught of air entered her room through the window. she shivered a little. the wheel of the hand-operated sewing machine continued moving in circles. The needle sewing machine continued moving in circles. the needle went up and down to attach the small bodice of the frock with the skirt.A sudden dimness in the light made her wonder if it was getting cloudy. she had her laundry drying on the clothesline outside. The weather in shimla was so unpredictable. the pre-monsoon rains would start any day, declaring an end to the divine summer season of shimla- her mind kept wandering from one thought to another. Her hands deftly kept on stitching the dress.A stray dog enjoying the late afternoon sun in the porch suddenly whined breaking her thought process.The whining become distant. The dog had rushed away. Had someone hurt it?

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Cute song lyric Instagram captions for couples.

My girl, Dylan Scott: “Man her eyes really drive me crazy. You should see her smile when she holds a baby. I can honestly say that she saved me. My girl.”

Beautiful crazy, Luke Combs: “Beautiful, crazy, she can’t help but amaze me the way that she dances, ain’t afraid to take chances and wears her heart on her sleeve. Yeah, she’s crazy but her crazy’s beautiful to me.”

Halo, Beyonce: “I found a way to let you win, but I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now”

A thousand years, Christina Perri: “I have died, everyday, waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.”

All I want, Kodaline: “You took my soul and wiped it clean, our love was made for movie scenes.”

Close to me, Ellie Goulding ft. Diplo: “So don’t let me down, keep me in trouble. Born to be wild, out in the jungle.”

First aid kit, Maddie Poppie: “I know there’s a chance I’ll still get burn, I’ll take it all, I’ll take your worst”

Best Shot, Jimmie Allen: “There’s no doubt because of you I’m better then I was before you, I’m not saying that I’m perfect, Oh, God knows I’m not. But I’ll love you with everything I’ve got, I’ll give you my best shot.”

Guiding light, Mumford and sons: “Well I know I had it all on the line, but don’t just sit with folded hands and become blind. ‘Cause even when there is no star in sight, you’ll always be my only guiding light.”

Whatta man, Salt-N-Pepa: “I know that ain’t nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it, and believe me y'all, he’s worth it. So here’s to the future 'cause we got through the past, I finally found someone that can make me laugh.”

This love, Taylor Swift: “This love that’s a permanent mark, this love is glowing in the dark oh, These hands had to let it go free, And this love came back to me.”

I don’t care, Ed Sheeran ft. Justin Bieber: “Cause I don’t care when I’m with my baby. Yeah, all the bad things disappear, you’re making me feel like maybe I am somebody”

Speechless, Dan + Shay: “You already know that you’re my weakness, after all this time I’m just as nervous every time you walk into the room. I’m speechless”

Once in a life time, Londan Austin: “Don’t you know you stop the room? and all that I can see is you. I’m standing where the lightning strikes, I know this doesn’t happen twice, you must be my once in a lifetime”

Colors, Halsey: “You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece. And now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink.”

Eyes on you, Chase Rice: “Don’t matter where we’ve been no, there ain’t no better view than you in my arms, with my eyes on you with my eyes on you”

I’ll love you always forever, Donna Lewis: “I love you always forever, near and far, closer together. Everywhere I will be with you, everything I will do for you”

Yours, Russell Dickerson: “The worst me is just a long gone memory, you put a new heartbeat inside of me. You make me better than I was before, thank God I’m yours”

Teenage dream, Katy Perry: “Before you met me, I was alright but things were kinda heavy. You brought me to life, now every February you’ll be my valentine, valentine.”

You are my sunshine, Jimmie Davis: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey, you’ll never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away. ”

Mine, Bazzi: “Oh, I just had to let you know you’re fine, running circles 'round my mind. Even when it’s rainy all you ever do is shine, you on fire.”

I like me better, Lauv: “I like me better when I’m with you. I knew from the first time, I’d stay for a long time 'cause, I like me better when, I like me better when I’m with you.”

Sunflower, Post Malone: “ Then you're left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya. You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much.”

I’m in love with you, Domo Wilson: “ Cause I dreamed of you, I prayed for you, I'm grateful for your presence, I do not understand but I felt like I'm in heaven. Because you, baby you, you are my heaven on earth.”

Turning page, Sleeping at last: “I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do ”

Starlight, Taylor Swift: “The whole place was dressed to the nines, And we were dancing, just like we're made of starlight.”

Cross that line, Joshua Radin: “For you I'd break these walls, and I'd choose to fall, I'm gonna cross that line for you. The sun is down thought you'd be gone by now, didn't you?”

Love somebody, Maroon 5: “You're such a hard act for me to follow Love me today don't leave me tomorrow. But if I fall for you, I'll never recover, If I fall for you, I'll never be the same”

In case you didn’t know, Brett Young: “In case you didn't know, baby I'm crazy 'bout you, and I would be lying if I said that I could live this life without you. Even though I don't tell you all the time, you had my heart a long, long time ago.”

Call it what you want, Taylor Swift: “ ”

Bad Lair, Selena Gomez: “What could possibly happen next? Can we focus on the love? Paint my kiss across your chest, If you're the art, I'll be the brush.”

Power over me, Dermot Kennedy: “You've got that power over me, my my, everything I hold dear resides in those eyes. You've got that power over me, my my, the only one I know, the only one on my mind.”

Lose it, Kane Brown: “I don't think you know what you're doing to me, you got my heart skip-skipping a beat. You're not close enough so that space between you and me, let's lose it.”

Beautiful soul, Jesse McCartney: “You're the one I want to chase, you're the one I want to hold. I won't let another minute go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul.”

All of me, John Legend: “ Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you, you're my end and my beginning, even when I lose I'm winning.”

Greatest love story, LANCO: “ ”

You make it easy, Jason Aldean: “You're my sunshine in the darkest days, my better half, my saving grace. You make me who I wanna be, you make it easy.”

Better place, Rachel Platten: “ It's a better place since you came along, since you came along. Your touch is sunlight through the trees, your kisses are the ocean breeze, everything's alright when you're with me”

Wanted, Hunter Hayes: “Cause I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I wanna make you feel wanted. And I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, and never let you forget it. Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted.”

Hard to love, Lee Brice: “I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh I don't make it easy, I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood. I'm hard to love, hard to love, you say that you need me, I don't deserve it but I love that you love me.”

Happier, Marshmello ft. Bastille: “Then only for a minute I want to change my mind, 'Cause this just don't feel right to me. I want to raise your spirits, I want to see you smile.”

Rainbow, Kasey Musgraves: “You hold tight to your umbrella, darlin' I'm just tryin' to tell ya, that there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head. Oh tie up your bow, take off your coat and take a look around, Everything is alright now.”

Dibs, Kelsea Ballerini: “So baby I'll take whatever it is you've got to give. Yeah, I'll callin' dibs, on your lips, on your kiss, on your time, yeah, I'm callin' dibs, on your hand, on your heart, all mine.”

Fresh eyes, Andy Grammer: “So suddenly I'm in love with a stranger, I can't believe that she's mine, now all I see is you with fresh eyes, fresh eyes.”

Unconditionally, Katy Perry: “Come just as you are to me, don't need apologies, know that you are all worthy. I'll take your bad days with your good, walk through this storm I would. I'd do it all because I love you, I love you.”

Pretty brown eyes, Cody Simpson: “And I said, hey there pretty brown eyes, whatcha doing later tonight? Would you mind if I spent a minute with you?”

Kiss me slowly, Parachute: “Stay with me, baby stay with me, Tonight don't leave me alone. Walk with me, come and walk with me, to the edge of all we've ever known.”

Marry Me, Train: “Together can never be close enough for me, feel like I am close enough to you. You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you, and you're beautiful.”

No One, Alicia Keys: “You and me together, through the days and nights. I don't worry 'cause, everything's going to be alright. People keep talking they can say what they like, but all I know is everything's going to be alright.”

Like I'm Gonna Lose You, Meghan Trainor ft: John Legend: “No, we're not promised tomorrow, so I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you, and I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye. Wherever we're standing, I won't take you for granted, 'Cause we'll never know when we'll run out of time, So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you.”

God Gave Me You, Blake Shelton: “'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs, God gave me you for the days of doubt, for when I think I've lost my way, there are no words here left to say, it's true, God gave me you.”

Stay a Little Longer, Brothers Osborne: “I tell myself I'm not in love But one more time is not enough, one last kiss and then you're a goner And I'm here wishing you could stay a little longer.”

Call it what you want, Taylor Swift: “All the jokers dressin' up as kings, they fade to nothing when I look at him. And I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right, I did one thing right.“

Bless the Broken Road, Rascal Flatts: “Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms. Now, this much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you.”

Just the Way You Are, Bruno Mars: “When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change 'cause you're amazing just the way you are. and when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while 'cause you're amazing just the way you are.”

Time After Time, Cyndi Lauper: “If you're lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting, time after time.”

Perfect, Ed Sheeran: “When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath, but you heard it. Darling, you look perfect tonight.”

Fine by me, Andy Grammer: “I’m just saying it’s fine by me if you never leave. We can live like this forever, it’s fine by me.”

#these are cute songs #look them up #go through the lyrics #and pick ones you like!#song lyrics #goals #in love #ships #couples #lists #might add more later #playlists

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Interlude | Sehun

Genre: Fluff af ; Proposal AU

Description: Sea-salt and sunrise, mayhaps a question of faith, it was an interlude, one he couldn't say.

Word Count: 1600

Warning: You might stan Vivi.

Author's Note: I did this for Vivi.

Sehun was onto something. You felt it.

It was certainly a surprise that your sweetheart—ever the not-so-much-an-early-bird—set himself to drive you to the nearest pier to catch that morning's sunrise.

"—every day waiting for you, darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand mor—"

More so with all the gimmicks being pulled.

Click.

"What are you—"

Click, click, click.

"---so wHAT WE GET DRUNK, SO WHAT WE SMOKE WEED, WE'RE JUST HAVING FUN WE DON'T CARE WHO SEES."

"What the hell," your sweetheart almost failed with the steering wheel as you screamed, head swaying to the beat and a pup barking in your lap.

"Did I scare you, baby?"

"Well, if you're going to scream like that—"

"I'm sorry, Vivi-ah," you lifted the doggy and buried your face in his fur, side glancing a scoffing Sehun to your left.

"Will you lower the volume, I'm going to have a headache," he patted your thigh with a soft smile, which was really something closer to a grimace.

Yes, he was really onto something.

"But you really liked this song," you whined, reaching for some more 'clicks' upon the radio to soften the music.

"I do, it's just so early morning," Sehun gave you only a few sleepy glances with squinty eyes that appeared more hooded, the air turbulent against his hair and the open window, playing little slap slaps against its momentum.

"Which is exactly why I need playing it loud," you retributed with puckered lips, picking at Vivi's curls and swirling them on your fingers. "I can't handle ballads or anything of those fluffs right now, I might fall asleep."

"I would wake you up, then," he offered, cherry plump lips molding into a soft gesture,l landing his hand first on the puppy's head and then on your knee, where he kept it.

"And miss this view?" You threw your arms open so as to motion to the far-stretching sea banks and sand—only to nestle your head upon your hand as you rested your elbow against the window and took your sweetheart's profile like a shot of firewater, giddy and rebellious.

"You're looking at me," Sehun posed a cool facade, one that emulated the nurtured looks he'd fashioned in the months of playing a game of 'look an don't touch', during which you'd renunciated to any of your prides and prejudices and resolved to pursuing him. He smiled, "Why?"

"Because you're beautiful," your hand reached to brush back a strand of hair from his eyes—that really only made him the more handsome—so fast Vivi jumped alert, paws on your tummy. Giggles intensifying when you stretched his cheek out more and more, so that it became squishy, "Aren't you so beautiful?"

"Hmhm." Sehun had his eyes on the road still, though you know it was quite the labor to keep them from rolling back on their sockets.

You weren't much a romantic spirit (dates were fine, so long as it would take you less than thirty to be ready, of course), and neither was him. But times like this were a treasure, something to be found and kept, locked away from prying hands. It was only Sehun and you and nothing more and that was fine. He liked it that way, you knew well, knew him enough to know. And enough to know something was up.

"Is there something bothering you?" You asked, unwilling to let go of his cheek as he'd rather leaned more into your hand, neck craning.

"Why would there be?" He switched his eyes over to you slightly, before taking a turn into another road.

"Your eyes crinkle when you smile, but you're not smiling. They do that too when you're worried about work or when you have a fight with someone, did something like that happen?"

Sehun did smile then, "You really do stare at me too much, don't you?"

You made a face, stretching and releasing his cheek when he cried his apologies. By then you'd reached the pier, there were some paths of vast stones that were flat and provided good footing. You struggled with Vivi a few when he kicked around to be set free, totally reluctant to get his collar on, and more when the sea-salt colored wind blew your hair around and into your eyes.

"Fucking—"

"I got it, don't worry," Sehun weaved his fingers into the tangles of your hair and combed it down, chuckling whenever you cursed at a particularly harsh pull. It was taking longer than it should have, tying your hair, and you felt him closer, breaths intertwining with the kiss of the ocean on your neck.

"Are you trying to braid her hair, or what?" You laughed at your own mockery, setting Vivi's head on your shoulder and playing a voice that in your little game would be his.

"Uh, not really, I'm just," Sehun stammered, unfaced by the made-up talking dog, hurrying his movements and caressing your back when the job was terminated, smiling once you settled the puppy down and did a double take at the sea.

"It smells amazing."

"It does," Sehun's palm lingered on your hair, and his happy-mouth widened. "You do—"

"LOOK AT THAT FUCKING WAVE, WOW," You dashed for the small current, shivering when the ocean reached your ankle. You looked back at Sehun to find his hand outstretched, as if in mid-motion. It was incredibly funny, "What?"

He retracted stiffly and took his hand onto the other, massaging it as if it stung, "Nothing. I'm going to, uh, see what's for breakfast."

You frowned. Something truly was fucking up. Sehun wouldn't remember to pack breakfast in, like, any situation, no bloody exceptions. He was too much of an (and you were allowed to say it) irresponsible fool to even fathom the possibility of being human and having a tendency to, you know, just survive—

Oh.

You stared at him in panic. Were you forgetting something? An anniversary? His birthday? Good lord, heavens knew how that went the time you took eleven minutes longer to text him that night. But, no, it wasn't the twelfth. Then—

Squee.

It flew at you, full force. It was unavoidable, the damn squishy. It struck you square in the chest, quite near your boob, and heavens bloody knew how much that hurt like a bitch.

"Sehun, what the fuck?" You collected Vivi's toy as the pup came running up—it was the one with hard material, too, the one that kept treats inside—and yanked it at your sweetheart with a fury.

"I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry," you heard him yell back embarrassed, and you didn't quite look at him and he didn't quite look at you. Good, let him think you're mad. You loved the way he became whenever he tried to appease your tempers, ever this soft malleable thing that would become a doll if you so wished to, clad in butler's getup and—

Squee.

Vivi's squishy broke through your fantasies, and you kneeled to give him a lecture, only to be immediately softened by his heart-fluttering antics. You were mush.

"You need some help, huh?" You tickled his head until his whole body shook, the metal piece of his collar jingling ecstatic. It was a new one, you noticed, one you hadn't seen the moment you put it on him. You were curious, alright, so you shivered and read it's new tag.

Will.

Your immediate thought was 'what the fuck', and when you turned it over to read the following word—You—your next to immediate thought was 'what the fuck' too.

Squee.

Your forehead wrinkled in thought, your fingers agile to open the treat toy. And you saw it.

It was a pure band, simple an untouched, somehow an emblem for every one thing you'd be able to put into it. There was a cord attached to it, made of silk, with words that finished the beginning of a promise, but just the interlude of a song. Will You Be—

"—the sunrise I wake up to every morning?"

His steps had been so quiet but he now stood before you. You raised slowly, craddling the ring in your palm like a baby, like something that needed to be cared for and loved.

Your sweetheart held your eyes. Oh Sehun saw you.

"Will you..."

Say it.

"W-Will you..."

Come on.

"W-WILL YOU."

"Will I what?" There was only a blurred sun and moon and sky and Sehun Sehun Sehun, forever only Sehun.

"I-I-I—"

"DON'T YOU TRY TO OUTCRY ME, YOU..." You were covering your eyes with your fists, the band digging into your flesh and essence. You needed him to hold you because, fuck, you couldn't stop shaking. But what could be done when he found himself in a similar situation.

"I'm not crying, I-I'm not," Sehun scrubbed at his eyes and cheeks, coloring himself in spring blossoms and dew. "My eyes just got too happy."

"What the fuck are you saying," you managed between sobs and beating your chest, so as to prevent the perhaps nearly unpreventable hiccups.

"Alright, fuck. What I'm saying is. Will you marry m—"

"Yes," you jumped when your legs could hold no longer, clinging to his neck and almost bringing him forth with you had he not reached for you down at the same time.

So there you were, crying, whispering, molding into each other's skins, screaming for providence. Promises infused in salt and sand, reaching no end and coming from no beginning. A sunrise that was an interlude. Just him and you.

#exo #exo imagines #exo au #exo fluff #exo scenario #exo funny #exo sehun #sehun scenario #sehun oneshot #sehun imagine #sehun drabble #sehun fluff #sehun angst #exo oneshot #kpop #ayyy this wasn't so posh and angsty but i had fun!!! im trying not to get caught by my mom cause it's 3am lmao #exo drabble #sehun series

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His Beautiful Soul

Prompt- Can do you do a Nightwing/Dick X Kid Flash/Wally ship to the song Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney? And have it be about Nightwing’s singing as well? - @nyntendoh44

Notes- So this has been sitting in my inbox for months and not only am I sorry about that but also I went more than a little off track with this. Does this fit in the Young Justice universe? Who knows. Also, my reasoning for making the opening scene 4am is that its 4am for me and I haven't slept so sorry for this mess.

“I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul”

A loud groan made its way out of Wally’s mouth as he rolled over and covered his ears. What neighbor was blasting music?

He rolled over again as the volume seemed to increase and after squeezing his eyes shut failed to help him hold onto sleep he looked up and squinted at the red writing on his alarm clock.

4 am…?

“I know that you are something special, To you Id always be faithful, I want to be what you always needed, Then I hope you’ll see the heart in me”

He groaned again but finally sat up and looked around. Sure enough his room and outside was still dark. He pulled himself up and quickly pulled on a t-shirt and jeans before finally waking up enough to realize that not only was their singing accompanying the music but it was right outside his window. Running his hands through his hair he opened the window that to squint from two stories up to see a shadowy figure holding something in the air that seemed to be blaring Jesse goddamn McCartney as well as the figure singing along loudly.

“I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul”

From the voice and huge smirk on his face suddenly Wally realized that the figure was his boyfriend holding a speaker bigger than his head which was playing Jesse McCartney while he sang along at four in the morning.

Wally only ducked down long enough to grab his old high school textbooks before hurling them at Dick who began to laugh while still singing along loudly to the song. The speaker was hit out of his hands but the idiot still kept singing.

“You're the one I want to chase, You're the one I want to hold, I won't let another minute go to waste, I want you and your beautiful-”

Dick never finished as suddenly Wally fell out hid damn window after leaning out so far he lost his balance. Dick rushed forward and managed to catch him but almost immediate Wally began swatting at him.

“I came back here to have a nice night with my parents and the second I'm in my old room, what do you do? What do you fucking do Dick? The second I'm in my room, that isn't even my room anymore, you act like your teenagers again! You couldn't do this while we were at home? You just had to wait until it risked waking my parents?”

Dick was laughing so hard that he was wheezing as he struggled to hold Wally. Finally letting the redhead down he picked up the speaker and smiled.

“I have a surprise.”

The reason Dick would keep doing dumb things like waking Wally up with love songs and taking him on mystery bike rides was that Wally let him. When they were kids it made each day exciting and everything new. Now it was a reminder that to Dick, Wally was special. Wally was someone that Dick would stand outside and play a crappy love song for. Wally was someone that Dick would take with him on a mystery bike ride. For two people that had the dear of dying young looming over them, these moments seemed eternal in more ways than one.

That was how Wally ended up on the back of Dick’s motorcycle holding onto him as Dick drove through the crisp morning air. As much as Wally was still steaming he had to admit that he missed Dick. He especially had to admit it as he buried his face between his shoulder blades as much as his helmet would allow. Wally had wanted to visit his parents so he had come to stay in his old room for a week while visited relatives. Because of their hectic schedules for the whole week they had only been able to talk on the phone once but still, Wally didn't think that Dick thought that meant he should drive down and steal his boyfriend back.

Wally was so caught in his thoughts the engine going quiet was what alerted him that the two had arrived. The town they were in looked quiet with the buildings far apart. They place they were in front of was small and painted red like a barn.

Getting off first Dick offered his hand to help Wally off and even though Wally didn't need it he still took the hand which only made Dick smile wider. Both took off their helmets and jackets bringing them inside what looked almost like a family home. Everything was cozy with wood furniture and a sleepy feeling for everything. Dick led him to sit at one of the tables and before Wally could even pick up a menu Dick picked up both and held them up. Instantly a young waitress picked them up.

“Your usual Grayson?”

“Yes please and two coffees as well.”

Wally frowned as Dick looked at him with a brighter than ever smile.

“You had this planned.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I saw a speaker in a thrift store and got an idea and now I'm hungry.”

Dick and Wally talked quietly, only stopping to sip at warm coffee. The whole time they held hands across the table, Dick gently rubbing Wally’s knuckles to keep him awake.

It seemed like such a long yet such a short amount of time before the waitress came back with two takeout containers in a plastic bag. Wally raised a brow but Dick simply thanked the waitress who was apparently named “Martha” and left a tip before leading Wally out.

“You gonna explain?”

“Nope.”

Dick seemed to take great pleasure in Wally’s pout as he packed the food into his saddlebags and tossed Wally a helmet and jacket. Wally assumed they would not be turning back home but instead, they were going in the opposite direction. This time Wally stayed away as the quiet town disappeared and just as it was getting lost in the distance Dick veered off the road and into the field now on either side. Wally grabbed onto him so tight he immediately let go in fear of hurting him only to see Dick smirking as they were suddenly now on a dirt path. As the field turned into flowers Dick began singing.

“You might need time to think it over, But I'm just fine moving forward, I'll ease your mind, If you give me the chance, I will never make you cry c’mon let’s try”

Wally rolled his eyes but the song had him relaxed with his head resting on Dick’s back. He almost wished he had a cute couple story on how that became their song. Some stupid memory about their first dance or first kiss. Instead, the two had just finished fighting what looked to be thieves robbing a mall but turned out to be anything but. They hit Wally with some sort of beam and suddenly his super speed was gone. That was the least of his worries when a second later one of them dragged their knife through his stomach and without super healing he was left laying on the ground. Dick had run over and used his yellow cape to slow the bleeding as suddenly the mall opened for business on a timer. Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney came on as Dick though his crush was dying. So yes the two had a song and while Wally regained his powers shortly afterward the memory was still bittersweet.

“Am I crazy for wanting you? Maybe do you think you could want me too? I don't want to waste your time, Do you see things the way I do? I just wanna know that you feel it too, There is nothing left to hide”

Dick did the same routine of taking off his helmet and jacket and then helping Wally off. Only this time as he offered his hand he leaned forward and gently kissed him.

Wally smiled gently as he looked around to see where they were. Flowers surrounded them and as he looked from where they came he could see a mountain in the distance. In front of them were trees that provided the perfect amount of shade as Dick set out a blanket and took out the food, patting the spot next to him and as wally walked over he kept singing.

“You're the one I want to chase, You're the one I want to hold, I won't let another minute go to waste, I want you and your soul.”

Wally took one of the foam containers and a fork as snuggled up to Dick and rested his head on the other man's shoulder. He had gone to visit because life had been hectic only to find life was his family was the same if not worse. But with Dick in a field full of flowers it was calm and quiet.

“I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul”

Wally rolled his eyes but now he was smiling just as wide as Dick.

“Oh, Beautiful soul, Oh, Your beautiful soul”

All at once his heart stopped beating and he stopped breathing. The gentle breeze stopped, the flowers stopped blooming and the world itself stopped turning.

Wally had opened the contain and was about to eat the chocolate chip waffles inside when he saw the lid of the box.

There was a ring taped to the top and in messy cursive that could only be Richard John Grayson’s were four words.

Will you marry me?

He was so focused on the ring he didn't know that Dick had moved away and in front of him, now on one knee.

“Wallace Rudolph West, will your beautiful soul do me the honor of becoming my husband?”

In the distance, the sunrise began to peak over the mountains. The dawn of a new day.

#birdy writes #young justice #batboys #dc #dc comics #dc fanfic #dick grayson #wally west #robin #nightwing #kid flash #dick grasyon x wally west #dick x wally #robin x kid flash #nightwing x kid flash #birdflash

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mldrgrl · 7 years

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If it appeals to you at all, would you consider writing something for the fugitive phase? Like the highs and lows or something along those lines?

Day 1

“What are we going to do?” Scully asked once the rain had stopped. Mulder had thought she was asleep. He was barely clinging to consciousness himself, but still clinging to her.

“There’s a contingency plan,” he mumbled against her shoulder. “The gunmen-”

“The gunmen are dead.”

“I know. We worked it out before...everything. I-we have IDs, passports, papers...money to disappear with.”

“We do?”

“There’s a safe deposit in San Francisco. That’s what we’re going to do.”

Day 4

They agreed to travel and night and to move slowly. In Mulder’s opinion, anyone looking for them would be calculating the distance they could put between themselves and New Mexico and that’s where they would be looking. He thought it best to throw them off the trail by being behind them instead of ahead. Scully didn’t like it, but she trusted him. He’d been able to hide himself for nine months so she let him take the reins.

The safe deposit box with their new identities was in a bank in Chinatown. The last time they’d been there, they’d been tracking down an internal organ theft ring. She was afraid someone might remember and might recognize them, but the locals seem to be less suspicious of them this time around. Maybe it was the lack of badges and trench coats, but no one gave them a second glance as they weaved their way through the market stalls to the bank.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Scully, though Mulder tried to hide it, that there were three passports in the safe deposit box. She asked to see them before he emptied the contents into a small backpack, but he shook his head and said ‘not now.’

Later, back at the motel, Mulder gave Scully the bag without a word. She dumped it all out onto the bed and studied the documentation for Allen Vogle, Tricia Vogle (nee Blackburn) and Michael Vogle. Passports and IDs for Allen and Tricia went back in the bag. The passport and birth certificate for Michael (six weeks older on paper) were burned in the bathroom sink.

Day 12

It was surprising how one could become accustomed to something new and unfamiliar so quickly. Such as the ring on his finger or the color of Scully’s (no, not Scully, Tricia’s) hair. Even though it had only been a week, playing the married couple on vacation didn’t feel that strange. Maybe all those years of travel, of Scully being called ‘The Little Missus” at nearly every diner across the bible belt, had just been practice for this.

The only real difference between life before and life now was the single room and the single bed. Plus the rings and the hair and Mulder’s new and neatly trimmed beard, not to mention their next destination was chosen at random by a blind finger pointed at a map and of course, the constant looking over one’s shoulder.

Otherwise, it was mostly the same.

Day 44

Scully wanted to stop. Just for a little while. Just for a few days. She’d forgotten the names of all the tiny towns they’d stopped in at this point but the 4th of July was coming up and couldn’t they just enjoy the holiday before moving on? They’d been living sunset to sunrise from the front seat of a car for more than a month and she hadn’t realized how necessary daylight was to feel human until she rarely saw it anymore.

It was easy enough to blend in with the rest of the tourists in New Hope, PA, but it was a mistake to think she could be immune to the smiling, happy children running through the park, waving little flags, shrieking, getting pulled in Radio Flyer wagons, throwing tantrums over popcorn or candy, their faces painted with red hearts or blue stars.

They left well before the fireworks started. Mulder picked up Chinese for them at a take-out place a few blocks from the motel. Sounds of celebration - whistling and popping and crackling - started at dusk. Scully tuned it all out in favor of their gasping sounds of release and the noises of encouragement it took to get them there.

Day 70

“Do you think we should split up?” Scully asked. Mulder thought someone might be following them, but he wasn’t sure. He knew he’d seen that maroon Cadillac twice in the past week. It stood out. Firstly, because it was maroon of all colors, and secondly, because the left headlight flickered on occasion.

“Split up?” he repeated, eyes bouncing between the road and the rear view mirror.

“To make us harder to follow.”

“I’m not doing this without you. No way.”

“What are we even doing?”

“I don’t know. Surviving. Whatever it is, we’re doing it together. You and me.”

She nodded and slid closer across the bench seating and took his hand from the wheel. He laced their fingers together and rested their joined hands in her lap, keeping them there long after the maroon Cadillac had turned off the highway. They were still holding hands when he shut off the engine in the parking lot of a motel at first light.

“We should trade in the car today,” he said, his voice gravelly in the quiet confines of the car.

She nodded in agreement. They’d had four cars so far. He looked down at his lap and then back up at her.

“Do you want to split up?” he asked.

“No.”

Day 147

“What do you want for your birthday?” Scully asked. She was driving. The radio had just announced the midnight hour on October 13th.

Mulder snorted softly from the passenger seat. “How about a vacation?”

“That sounds nice. Where to?”

“I hear Peoria is lovely this time of year.”

“As luck would have it, we’re only 200 miles away.”

“Well then, happy birthday to me!”

The Beach Boys were singing about little surfer girls and Scully turned the radio off.

“What do you really want, Mulder? If you can have anything at all.”

“The last two years back,” he said after a few moments. “What about you?”

“It isn’t my birthday.”

“Yeah, but-”

“I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again, Mulder. We want the same thing.”

Day 219

They stopped for the winter just after Thanksgiving. The weather was becoming a problem as was their overall stamina. It wasn’t easy finding a place that they could hide out in yet still be prepared to leave should the need arise. They ended up in Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, a place that was small enough and just touristy enough for them to remain inconspicuous.

Christmas nearly passed them by, but at the last minute, Mulder found a sad little twig of a tree outside a local drug store on Christmas Eve and he couldn’t let it sit there. He brought it back to the condo they rented and put it on the counter of the wet bar where the canned light shone down on it. He put the chocolate Santa and tiny souvenir snow globe he got for her under the tree and then called her in from the next room.

“If I’d known we were having a Charlie Brown Christmas, I would’ve gotten you something,” she said.

“It was spontaneous.” He shrugged. “And not really anything to sneeze at.”

“I can see that.” She unwrapped the foil from the chocolate and held it up to his mouth for a bite.

“These will all be on sale after tomorrow. We should stock up for the new year.”

She smiled. “Last year I...”

“What did you do last year?”

“It snowed on Christmas Eve.” She put the chocolate down and swallowed. Her eyes grew wet and she blinked a few times. “I put William in his snowsuit and a little hat and took him outside. His eyes were so big and wide when the snow hit his cheeks and then he just laughed. He put his hand out and it was like he somehow got the biggest snowflakes to come to him.”

“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish that...”

“I know.” Scully picked up the little snow globe with a surfing Santa inside and gave it a shake. “But, this is no life for a toddler.”

“Maybe it’s snowing where he is now.”

“I’m sure he’d like that.” She put the globe down and touched him lightly on the chest as she made her way back to the other room.

Day 375

They’d agreed that waiting a year to settle down somewhere permanently. There was a house waiting for them in Virginia. A small, unremarkable piece of property that might as well have been in the middle of nowhere, purchased years ago under an alias and had then sat in wait.

The anniversary of their first year as Allen and Tricia Vogle was spent in Fort Wayne, Indiana, but dates had started to become insignificant little things since the new year. They counted days more than they acknowledged dates anymore. Christmas and New Year’s were hard to miss, but things like Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, even your own birthday, were easier to miss if you weren’t paying attention.

They did remember William’s second birthday though. Really it was Scully who had noticed the date and Mulder put two and two together when she woke him early in the afternoon, well before they usually left a place, and asked him to take her to a church. He waited in the car so he didn’t know what she did inside - prayed, confessed, lit a candle - but she wasn’t there too long. They didn’t speak about it, but he knew. He also knew it was time to head to Virginia.

“i don’t know, Mulder,” she said, getting out of the car and putting her hands on her hips. “Are you sure you didn’t buy this house because you thought it might be haunted?”

Mulder grinned. “I did put it on the list of requirements, right up there with gas appliances, ample closet space, and central heat.”

“You’re kidding.”

“It might not look like much from the outside, but it’s a decent place.”

Scully leaned back into Mulder’s chest a little when he put his hands on her shoulders. She tipped her head back and looked up at him.

“So this is the end of the road?” she asked.

“Hopefully.”

She pushed away from him and went up to the porch, taking a hesitant step up, testing her weight on the wood. It was more solid than it looked. Not even a creak of the floorboards as she made her way up the stairs. Mulder was right behind her, keys in his hand. Scully cupped her hands against the dirty window in front and peered inside, but she couldn’t see much. She backtracked over to the edge of the porch and wrapped her arm around the post, looking out at the empty fields surrounding them.

“Coming, Scully?” he asked, holding the door open.

“Right behind you,” she answered.

The End

#i wrote this #msr #on the run #Anonymous

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usagiplease · 7 years

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sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole.

This shouldn’t have happened, and he knew that. He knew that with every single fiber within his body. He knew it with every vein, every bone, every drop of blood, every pulse against his skin, every thrum against his spine. He knew this wasn’t supposed to happen.

But, it did.

He’d let him slip away. He was stupid. He was foolish. He’d let him slip out of reach. He’d let Sam go to a place where maybe he couldn’t follow him, maybe not this time. And he wasn’t supposed to do that. He’d promised him he’d never let that happen.

“I just… I can’t do this,” Sam’s voice had crackled like the gravel under his too-worn boots, damn near biting a hole into his bottom lip. “I can’t be good for you. I can’t… I’m… I’m not—”

“I don’t need you to be anything,” Sebastian had murmured — whispered, nearly — back to him, but it didn’t matter. There wasn’t any use, because it was already too late. Sam was already slinking back away from him, shrinking into the hood of his own skin. “Sam, you can’t be alone right now.”

It had been seven years since the accident. Seven years since Sam had lost everything. It had been four years since he’d found Sebastian, or Sebastian had found him, or maybe they had found each other, and Sam had been able to attempt and rebuild pieces of his life again.

But, he knew it was hard. He knew it was so fucking hard, because he could feel it. He could feel when it kept Sam up at night, because it kept Sebastian up at night, too. And Sam apologized, he always apologized, no matter how many times Sebastian rubbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear to not apologize, don’t you dare apologize.

His heart was too heavy, and there was nothing Sebastian could do. And Sebastian hated himself. He hated that he couldn’t pull Sam back this time, because he was supposed to pull Sam back. Nobody else could, but Sebastian could. They were fucking marked for each other, and Sebastian couldn’t even get the idiot-proof instructions right.

He hated himself.

He hated himself, and he missed Sam. He missed Sam so much it actually hurt to get out of bed most mornings. He spent the majority of his days searching his brain, searching his body for any trace of where Sam was. Because he could sense him, that was the thing about who they were, what they were. If Sam let him, he could see what Sam saw, even if just for a second. He could feel what he felt. Hear what he heard. He could talk to him through his fucking thoughts…

And Sam wasn’t there. Sam wasn’t anywhere to be found.

Not in the sense that the connection was, like, permanently severed or anything like that. He knew from stories that that sensation was much, much more grim. Much more severe. He knew Sam was still alive, and that was good enough for Sebastian. It was enough. Because at least he was okay.

But he wasn’t with him. Sam had set himself ashore on a boat that Sebastian couldn’t trace, sent himself down a path where Sebastian could follow. He’d left in the middle of the night, he’d left a note written in his familiar sloppy scrawl and Sebastian didn’t cry until the eighth time he read it, until all the words bled together and he realized the ink was bleeding through to the other side of the paper.

He called Sam’s family, who hadn’t heard from him. Sam’s family, who was upset with Sebastian for not being able to track him down, and Sebastian couldn’t even blame them. He was mad at himself, too.

It had been six months that had seemed to stretch on for twelve years, and Sebastian was so fucking tired. He taught himself to drive because he couldn’t rely on his driver to tote him across the country in search of a boy who didn’t want to be found, and he left his job behind in exchange for emptying out his savings to live on the road, spending sleepless nights in hotel rooms and searching, searching, searching.

He liked to think that when he got close enough, Sam wouldn’t be able to hide as easily anymore.

The glow was still in his mind, the dim red light, the tethered line that seemed to be growing thinner and wearier day by day, but Sebastian would be damned if he let it snap. He would be damned if he let Sam slip away before he could catch a hold of him.

“Come on,” he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he got onto the next interstate. “I know you’re out there.”

He never stayed out too late on his drives, and he was always very careful to not get on the road with an ounce of alcohol in his system. He knew how Sam had lost Blaine, and he knew how afraid of cars Sam still was. He refused to give Sam any more reasons to worry, and even if Sam wasn’t in his head right now, he knew that another fucking car crash was not the reason he wanted Sam to come roaring back into his head.

He also knew that he was lonely, which was the observation that he hadn’t quite expected through all of this, although he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t expected it.

When you lived with someone in your head pretty much your entire life, of course you were going to notice when that little voice wasn’t there anymore. When the presence was gone. Granted, for the first twenty years, it was more of a dull hum than it was anything else, but that didn’t change the situation any. The fact of the matter was that Sam had always been there, Sam was his one constant thing. And now Sam was gone.

Was he gone for Sam, too? Was it a two-way street? If Sam closed himself off to Sebastian, was the door automatically shut from the other side? Could Sam hear him? Did Sam know he was looking for him?

After six months together in New York, they’d moved to Chicago for a fresh start away from everywhere else. Not in the heart of the city, like a Sebastian from a lifetime before might have preferred, but in a loft just outside of the city in the suburbs. He didn’t want Sam to feel closed in, he didn’t want Sam to feel constricted. And things were good. Things were as good as they could be.

They had a dog. They had a life.

And now Sebastian had a driver’s license, a missing boyfriend, and a dachshund asleep in the passenger seat as he passed from the Colorado state line into Utah with the sun setting and causing a pastel haze around them.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” his younger brother, Silas, had asked him a few nights before, once he’d realized that Sebastian wasn’t at the loft. “What if he comes home and… you’re not here?”

Sebastian had rolled his eyes because he’d considered this, because he’d considered everything. “There are notes in every room,” he explained to him. “And if he comes home, I’m pretty sure that means he’ll… be home, too. He’ll be here. And I can talk to him. And then I’ll come back.”

He didn’t think it would be that simple. He didn’t tell his brother that. His brother had enough problems of his own without having to worry about his brother’s pathetic romantic state. His girlfriend wasn’t his match, but they were still together. And it was starting to take its toll on the both of them, even if neither of them wanted to let it show, desperately wanting to prove that initials on your skin and a voice in your head didn’t mean anything.

His other brother was already happily married to his mark.

And then there was Sebastian.

Bleary eyed, he pulled off at the next exit, pulling into a run-down truck stop diner and leaning back in his seat with his eyes falling closed.

Kimi, their dog, named after the Rugrats character because obviously Sebastian let Sam name her, stood then, moving across the center console and over to her second choice human and curled up next to him. He wasn’t Sam, but she would find solace in him anyway until Sam found his way back to them both.

“He’ll come home,” Sebastian muttered, scratching behind her ears, and he wasn’t sure if he was telling the dog or himself, but it was probably a little bit of both.

It was around four in the morning that Sebastian was jolted awake in his Salt Lake City hotel room. Sam was in his head. Not in the way he wanted, but he was there. He’d been there. In his dreams, or in his thoughts, his fragmented memories. He was there. He could hear him vividly, and he was talking about the ocean.

“It was a goal,” Sam was telling him, the two of them laying on their bed and staring up at the constellations that Sam had painted across their ceiling in glow in the dark paint. “Like… he’d never been to California. So we were gonna go. And we were gonna go to Disneyland, and then I was gonna take him to the Santa Monica Pier. We were gonna stick our feet in the Pacific Ocean. It literally sounds as lame as it probably would’ve been, but we were gonna do it for his birthday when we were older.”

His hands shook as he reached for his phone, as he checked the date with wide awake eyes staring back at him on a far too bright phone.

February 13.

He had one chance and he had one day to get there.

It was only a two hour flight compared to a ten hour drive, but Sebastian knew that Sam wouldn’t want to make a flight back any more than he’d want to make a drive, and he’d made it this far anyway.

He switched between playing his music so loud that it drowned out every thought in his head and driving in absolute silence. His chest clenched tightly every time there was even the slightest glimpse of traffic ahead of him.

He had time. He had time. He had time.

Sam wouldn’t be on the beach until the next morning. Right? It seemed like a sunrise sort of thing to do.

He crossed the California state line, and the hum. The hum.

He was closer. Sam wasn’t in his head, he wasn’t talking to him, but he was here. He was in California. And maybe Kimi could feel it too, because she sat up a little bit higher, her tail wagged a little bit faster.

They had a long road ahead of them, but they were closer. He knew they were closer.

And so, he kept driving.

The pulses and heartstrings, the hums and the glows got stronger and brighter, more and more vibrant the closer he got. He couldn’t explain it, not really, it was always a hard thing to explain, but it was like the world had more color in it because suddenly he was in the part of the world that Sam was in, too.

Did Sam know he was coming? Would Sam leave?

God. Please don’t leave.

Please, please don’t leave.

He cowered out before he got to the Santa Monica city limits. He opted for a hotel just outside of town, spending his night pacing the room and trying not to throw up. He knew he would be up before the sun was up, and he knew he wouldn’t leave that goddamn beach until Sam was leaving with him.

He went to bed at ten, but he was awake with his heart thrumming by one a.m., and he gave up on all hope of falling back asleep by two.

He changed into his clothes, picked up a sleeping and only slightly agitated Kimi, and wordlessly slipped out of the room, getting into his car and making the remaining twenty minute drive to the Santa Monica Pier.

It was February 14. To the rest of the world, it was Valentine’s Day, but to the small corner of the world that would always and forever be closely impacted by the life of one Blaine Anderson, today would have been his twenty-fifth birthday.

“How can you do this?” people had asked Sebastian before. “How can you stay in love with someone who is so clearly in love with someone else? How are you supposed to compete with a ghost?”

But, Sebastian knew it wasn’t that simple. It was never that simple.

Sebastian Smythe may have been doubtful of most things in the world, weary and skeptical and cynical to everything, but he never once doubted that Sam Evans loved him. He was not competing with a ghost, because there was no competition. There were merely two pieces of Sam’s heart, and when Blaine lost his life, Sam lost a part of his, too. Sam lost his innocence. Sam lost his first love. Sam lost the person that Sam thought was supposed to be his forever.

And maybe it stung, but it didn’t sting in the ways that the rest of the world expected for it to and Sebastian never once felt like he was living in someone else’s shadow.

Sam was his, and Sebastian was Sam’s. And that was it.

He approached the beach, realizing all too quickly how much he hated sand but that he would cross the Sahara barefoot if it meant Sam would be waiting on the other end.

Turning around, he went back to his car just long enough to take off his shoes and roll up the legs of his pants despite how stupid he knew he must look and despite how chilly the February air was, even in California. It was the coast and it was the middle of the night. It was fucking cold.

Please, Sebastian whispered in his mind, begged. I know this is hard. But please let me in.

It was nearly three in the morning, damn near pitch black on the beach save for the moonlight bouncing off the waters, but everything — everything — seemed to be glowing, just for a moment.

The thrum in his head got heavier, louder, and the thread thickened, tightened. The gaps filling in, leaving nothing but a red thread linking one soul to another.

He felt him. He felt him.

It wasn’t until his eyes opened that he realized he’d had them closed. The first thing they saw was Sam’s face — his Sam’s beautiful goddamn face — staring back at him, lips parted, eyes tired.

The apology didn’t make it past Sam’s lips before Sebastian was crushing him into a hug, and Sam had to vocalize it from one brain to the other instead.

This wasn’t a dream. This was skin. This was warm, firm skin. This was his Sam’s skin pressed to his body. Sam’s arms wrapped around Sebastian’s shoulders like a tourniquet, not a breath of space between their bodies and still not feeling close enough. It wouldn’t be close enough until they were home, in their bed, wrapped in their sheets and tangled around each other with no clothes between them at all. It didn’t have to be sexual. It just needed to be them.

“Never do that again,” Sebastian croaked out, pressing ghosts of kisses along the shell of Sam’s ear before moving to his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his throat, his chin, the corner of his mouth, anywhere he could find him. “Don’t ever go where I can’t find you.”

“I thought this would help,” Sam whispered, shaking his head and not letting go even enough that he could look Sebastian in the eye. “It didn’t help. It just made me miss you. And I was so fucking scared, dude, and…” His body was starting to rattle, so Sebastian tried his hardest to brace him in closer, closer, closer.

“Shh,” he murmured, combing his fingers into the blond hair that had grown so much longer over the past four months. He threaded his fingers tightly, holding onto him, giving him an anchor. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. Are you okay?”

Sam pulled back just enough that he could press his forehead to Sebastian’s, lips quivering and eyes fluttering. He nodded shakily. “Can we go home?”

“We’re going home,” Sebastian murmured. “But… maybe we can watch the sun come up first. You think?”

Kimi danced at their feet, and Sam laughed tearfully, reaching down to pick her up before he was going back for Sebastian, kissing him square the forehead and nodding soundly.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “A sunrise sounds pretty fucking good right about now.”

#sambastian feels #liz tag #WELL THIS HAPPENED I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU #ss + se

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ofbowlegs-blog · 7 years

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You Just Can’t Have It All | Self Para

CHARACTERS → Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden, Ben Braeden

LOCATION → Battle Creek, Michigan

TIME FRAME → May 30th, 2017 (Ben’s 18th birthday)

WARNINGS → None

NOTES → I hate myself

If Dean had an ounce of sense in him, he would’ve listened to Sam. He would’ve taken note that this was a terrible idea and he would turn around and go back to Mystic Falls rather than continue the journey to his old home in Michigan. Not to mention, he still wasn’t in the fittest state to be driving for eleven hours there and back just to catch a glimpse of his old family. He had been driving since before sunrise, fingers tapping nervously along to the old classic rock songs playing on the radio as he drove through different states to get to Battle Creek. What he was going to do when he got there, he had no idea. All he knew was that he wanted to be around for Ben’s eighteenth, even if the kid and his mom had no idea who he was anymore. It was selfish and completely irresponsible but he couldn’t stay away.

When he got to Battle Creek, he stopped by his old house first. The house where Lisa and Ben still lived, completely unaware that Dean had moved into that house with them years ago and tried to make it their own. He didn’t get out of the car, nor did he make any attempt to get any closer than he was from his parking spot a couple of houses down on the other side of the street, but he watched with a wistful look on his face as Ben walked down the street with his backpack slung over one shoulder on his way home from school. It wasn’t hard to recognize him even though the kid had changed so much since the days he had to stand on some steps to be tall enough to help Dean fix up the Impala. He was taller now. Older. No longer a kid, but a young man that Dean hadn’t had the chance to see grow up. But Dean could spot him from a mile off. The resemblance between the two of them had always been uncanny, after all.

A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he settled back in the driver’s seat of the Impala, a mixture of pride and sadness washing over him while he watched Ben come up to the driveway of his house. “Happy Birthday, kid,” he murmured under his breath as Ben disappeared into the house and out of sight. He stayed at the side of the road for a minute longer, simply watching the house and doing everything in his power to stop himself from going up to the door and knocking, showing up on their doorstep and putting himself into their lives like he had done many times before. It wasn’t like it was something he hadn’t considered before. He could ask Castiel to remove the wall in the head that locked their memories away, beg for their forgiveness and hope that they would see things from his side and accept him back into their lives so he could have that chance at normality again. But as much as he wished he could do that, Dean knew he never would. It wasn’t fair. Like most people, they were safer without him in the equation and he loved them too much to ever put them in harm’s way again.

Satisfied with seeing Ben for a few minutes, Dean started up the car again and drove back down the street so he could head back home before he did something stupid. He had seen Ben on his birthday. That was enough. He didn’t need to go seeking out Lisa either otherwise he would never leave this place again. He passed a store on his way out of town, stopping in the parking lot and heading inside to grab some snacks and soda for the journey back to Mystic Falls. Behind the counter was a lady in her late sixties who watched Dean through narrowed and curious eyes as he stepped into the store. She and her husband owned the store back when Dean had lived here so he knew her from years back and, as he nodded in her direction and her face shifted into an expression of recognition, he immediately regretted stopping here and wished he had waited until the next town over to get his food. Eyes shifting quickly to look away from the woman, Dean moved along the shelves, stopping by the candy to pick out a few bars to keep him going on the drive.

“Dean?” A voice came from behind him and, if Dean wasn’t so tuned to her voice, he would’ve assumed it was just another neighborhood resident that recognised him and was wondering what the hell he was doing back here after so long. But it was her. He’d know her voice anywhere. Inwardly panicking as he tried to figure out how the hell she knew his name, Dean turned to look at Lisa with wide eyes, breath catching in his throat as his mouth moved in an attempt to answer her when all he could do was get flustered and choke on his words. Just like Ben, she had changed so much but she was still exactly the same. Same dark hair, same doe eyes that he used to be so in love with, same beaming smile that made his heart stop and his stomach do somersaults.

He had really fucked up by coming here.

Seeing the confused and dumbfounded look on his face, Lisa let out a nervous laugh, shaking her head as she quickly tried to gather herself. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t even remember me. I’m Lisa. I think... we were in a car accident a few years back? At least, I think it was you. This’ll be awkward if n-”

“Uh, n-no...no, yeah, that was me,” Dean cut in, finally managing to find his voice as the rising panic in the back of his throat started to die down when he realized just how she knew him. You probably don’t remember me. If only she knew the irony behind that, and the way a sentence so simple was enough to wrench his heart from his chest. He dragged himself back to reality as best as he could, offering a clammy hand out to her and plastering on a smile as he tried not to stare at her with figurative hearts in his eyes. “It’s good to see you. And, uh...sorry. About the accident. Nice to see you’re still in one piece.”

She laughed at that, taking his hand and shaking it, leaving him trying to remember how to breathe again. Talking to her had never been part of the plan. Lisa had always been the one he had associated with the apple pie life he had always longed for. Ever since he’d met her and spent that weekend with her at nineteen, she had embedded a little part of herself so deep within him that he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to shake it. And now, after being out of her life and removing every part of himself from her, he was standing here talking to her again and he just knew it wouldn’t be easy to get past it this time. Coming here had been a stupid mistake.

She opened her mouth to talk again, starting her reply but being cut off when a man came up behind her and draped an arm around her shoulders, making Dean drop realize he still had her hand in his grip. He dropped his hand to his side again, eyes wandering to look at the guy who had now joined them then finally down to Lisa’s hand and, more importantly, the rings she wore on her finger. He had been so deeply engrossed in taking in every detail of her face that he hadn’t even noticed the shining silver ring she wore than, when he looked at it, matched perfectly with the one on the left hand of the man now standing beside her. It dawned on him all too quickly that Lisa had moved on. Of course she had. As far as she could remember, there was nothing to move on from. She had carried on with her life as normal, finding someone new to settle down with and marry and trust to act as a father to her son. That role didn’t belong to Dean anymore.

He barely noticed them talking to each other until he saw Lisa reach for the bottle of wine her husband was holding and his attention was brought back to the moment as she turned to him with a smile on her face and he only just caught the end of what she was saying to him. “- so we’re celebrating. It’s our son’s eighteenth birthday today.”

Our son. He hated to admit it but that hit him a lot harder than it should have. As far as he was concerned, Ben was his son. Maybe not biologically since that had never been made clear but Dean had always thought of Ben as his own. Now, hearing Lisa refer to him as this other guy’s son was like a stab to his chest. It made sense considering this guy was now the father figure in Ben’s life but it was enough to crush the small part of Dean that was still holding onto the life he had had with Lisa and Ben. It was gone. He needed to let it go no matter how much it hurt him to do so.

So he forced a smile, nodded, played by the rules and even smiled at Lisa’s husband like he didn’t secretly hate his guts for living the life Dean should have had. “Well....tell him I said happy birthday,” he said back, though his voice came out strained. He drew in a breath and tore his eyes away from Lisa, clearing his throat and reaching out to grab the first candy bar he saw. “I should get going. Got a long drive, so..” he spoke quietly, eyes falling back onto Lisa’s face and shooting her a soft smile. “You guys have a nice night and enjoy his birthday.” He turned to walk away then stopped himself, hesitating before he looked back at Lisa. “It was good to see you again, Lis.”

Forcing himself not to look back at her as he headed to the counter, Dean’s face wore an expression of utter devastation and he did everything he could to avoid looking the lady behind the counter in the eye. He handed over his money, grabbed the chocolate and turned to head out of the store without looking back as he left his apple pie life behind for the last time.

#listen to beautiful loser by bob seger when you read this #it'll make it hurt more #self para

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She fit into our group so well that I don’t even remember how we first met. We were all so young and naïve – all I wanted to do was sleep, play guitar, and spend my nights at the bar with my friends, playing pinball and smoking cigarettes until the bar owners shooed us away. We’d stay up late getting stoned and planning our next big adventure, even though we all knew we’d just spend the next night doing the same thing as the one before: all of us packed into Crack’s dorm room, sitting on milk crates playing poker and smoking until the air was so hazy I could barely see Big Muck’s goofy grin flashing at me from across our little circle. Sarah was Crack’s little sister, but so feisty and smart we often forgot who was oldest. We shared plenty of laughs, had serious talks and made memories that I’ve forgotten now, but I know I’ll always remember those blue eyes and the feeling that as long as they were focused on me, I was no longer a lost boy, but instead someone worthy, someone strong. A man.

We spent the summer after freshman year stomping through the woods. I taught her to fish and find deer tracks in soft mud. She taught me how to stop searching and start looking. Time slowed that summer as I watched life through her eyes – ants climbing on a log became an insect parade, tadpoles and frogs grumbling at the pond became a swampy orchestra, and every sunrise was a painter’s palette, poised to color each day anew. We sang songs around the campfire and broke into Little Al’s uncle’s bar to steal Bud Light and play pool until 3AM. We threw rocks into the river, night breezes whispering questions in my ear the first time I took her hand.

The carousel of color and sound that was the summer of ’78 came to a screeching halt the morning of August 14. Crack knocked on the door of my mother’s house and I bounded down the stairs, ready to hop in his pickup and head out to the fields for another morning of hunting small game. My heart froze when I saw his face. I watched his mouth moving, unable to comprehend what he was saying.

I ran.

I ran past the truck idling in the driveway, past Uncle Bill’s hayfield, past Mrs. T’s pink house at the end of the road, past the WAWA on Main Street. I didn’t stop until I stood outside room 304A, West Chester Hospital.

There she was. My sweet, sweet girl, always so strong and full of life, with a laugh that filled every room and a smile brighter than a thousand suns. That Sarah was gone, replaced by a small, fragile Sarah who lay on the white hospital bed, tubes encircling her body like the tangled arms of the forsythia bush that hid us from the rest of the world the afternoon we first kissed.

In a story that seemed unending I discovered that it was a drive to my house that ended our carefree summer. As the doctor spoke, I could picture it all: her long brown hair blowing around her face, all the windows down, music blaring, her cat eye sunglasses perched low on her nose… I bet it was some stupid Beatles song we hated playing on the radio that made her look down to turn the radio dial and –WHAM.

That car crash changed everything. Just like that, the sweet, heavy smell of moss after the rain was replaced by an ever-present haze of antiseptic and sanitizer. The chorus of birds chirping and squirrels chattering morphed into the beeping of machines punctuated by the constant drip, drip, drip of an IV, feeding life into Sarah’s feeble body. The gang came around, but instead of telling stories in a circle, eating peanuts and throwing shells on the floor and jamming to The Who, we sat and waited. None of them could look at one another, none of them could look at her. But she was all I could see.

The doctors were kind and helpful, always answering our questions and letting us stay until after visiting hours were over. But they didn’t know when she would wake up – if she would wake up.

Every night around 5 we would leave, one by one. Crack would go home to update his family on how Sarah was that day. Muck and little Al would head to work. Usually, I’d stay until the nurses kicked me out. One night there was a knock at the door. My mom’s head peeked into the room, looking for me even though she knew I wouldn’t be anywhere else. She walked into the room holding my black guitar case, set it down at my feet, and kissed me on the head. As I opened the case, I heard the door click shut. I pulled out my guitar, the familiar strings comforting me with a soft twang. I slowly picked out some chords until James Taylor’s Fire and Rain spilled from my fingers. I looked at Sarah, still as could be as her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, and wondered if she would ever sing along with me again.

That night, I went home. I hiked up the hill behind my house into the woods, all the way to the spot where we had once howled at the moon like crazy dogs, yelling our frustrations and whispering our secrets. I’m not very religious but I believe there is a balance of things. I sat on the top of the hill for a long time, pleading with the stars to bring Sarah back and wishing the darkness would swallow me up.

I didn’t go back to the hospital for 3 days. On the fourth day, I went to room 304A. I took Sarah’s hand and told her stories. I recounted the time Crack and little Al almost set Cousin Teddy’s barn on fire. I told her about the morning we all went out to the swimming hole instead of taking our Econ final and Muck told us he wanted to be a chef instead of an accountant. I described the winter when I was 7 and got so lost in the snow that it took our dog, Lolli, 30 minutes to find me and bring be back home to a warm fire, hot chocolate from Mom, and a long lecture from Dad. The day went by quickly as I narrated story after story. I stood to leave with a heavy heart. As I pushed on the door, I heard a rustle. Sarah was awake.

The next few hours were a blur as nurses and doctors bustled around Sarah’s room. It seemed like forever before she was sitting up and talking. And with that, it quickly became clear that Sarah would never be the same.

The crash had caused major trauma to Sarah’s brain. The doctors said it was a miracle she had woken up. Her speech would never be the same; her thoughts came quickly but she couldn’t articulate them with the same speed. Her movements were slow and jerky. I could see her sadness and frustration even though she tried to hide it. Finally, she was allowed to go home. Her mom fussed over her, much to Sarah’s chagrin. Everyone was relieved she was safe, awake, and home. But no one could look her in the eye. We knew her life was changed forever.

One night, I came over with my guitar, just as I had hundreds of times before. As I opened the case, she slammed her small fist on the table. I’ve never heard anyone yell the way she did that night. She screamed and cried and wailed. “I don’t want you here!” she shrieked, and those words rang through my head over and over like the tolling of a clock at midnight. My time with Sarah was up.

Her mother called me on the phone the next day. “You’re the reason she woke up,” she said. “And I love you for that. But it’s the same reason she can’t stand you now. Her life is different; her independence is gone. She can’t be with you – with anyone. Let her go.”

So I did. I finished college, moved around, got a job. I locked up my guitar case. I sold my old pickup truck and traded in Bud Light for Jim Beam and milk crates for a dining room table that’s empty more

than not. I met a girl who’s stubborn as hell, spunky and opinionated, supportive and smart. Her smile doesn’t remind me of the sun and her eyes don’t twinkle like the stars in July. She doesn’t laugh much and she sings off-key. I asked her to marry me and she said no. I asked again and she said yes. We had a daughter and for the first time since the summer after my freshman year of college I felt whole again, like I had finally done something right. Like a new man.

I still see my friends once or twice a year at cook-outs and Christmas. One year, Sarah met my wife and they got along like old friends. She sang and played with my daughter. I wonder what it would have been like if things had gone differently. But my job, my home, my family are what they are. I try to appreciate that. I tell myself this is how it was meant to be.

I was sitting in my office when I got the phone call. My heart pounded in my chest. My face felt hot and my eyes stung with tears that wouldn’t fall.

Hearing Crack’s voice took me back all those years to the moment I stood in the doorway of my childhood home and learned about Sarah’s car crash. “Sarah’s dead.” Crack’s voice whispered through the phone. “She went for a walk this morning. She fell on some ice, hit her head. By the time she got to the hospital there was nothing they could do.”

My world stopped that day, but my life didn’t. I still go to work every morning; I still pick my daughter up from school every night. I still make dinner, do laundry, pay bills, call my parents. This time, it’s not a coma. This time it’s real. It’s permanent. It’s forever. This time, she’s not waking up.

It’s been 14 years since that call. There is a sadness in my heart that numbs me; it’s a hollow ache that weighs on me day and night, heavy enough to remind me of the pain but dull enough to let me go on, unable to be erased.

Sometimes, I see Sarah in my daughter – whether it’s really there or in my imagination, I can’t say. I think of Sarah when I hear her singing in the shower, when she comes home late with mud on her feet and flushed cheeks from running in the grass, when I take her out to practice driving and her wild hair flies around her face like a halo.

No music in the car, though, that’s my rule. Because even after all this time, the memories of 1978 are still too fresh.

“This story is about an instance when neither time nor circumstance could lessen the blow of being forced to move on and let go.”

- Aby Sobotka-Briner, University of Pittsburgh Senior

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SOMEBODY GET BOBBY LOVE A MOVIE DEAL, STAT! Escaped Convict Turned Family Man Tells 'Humans Of NY' How A 40-Year-Old Secret He Kept From His Wife Almost Ruined Their Lives

Bobby Love – aka Walter Miller – and his wife Cheryl Love share how a 40-year-old secret almost ruined their lives in the newest Humans of New York Instagram posts. Get a peek into how it all almost came crumbling down in an instant inside….

This was the best story roll out we've seen on the 'Gram in a while, and it even had celebs like Jennifer Garner commenting on every post in shock and suspense.

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(1/11) “It was just a normal morning. Almost exactly five years ago. I was making tea in the kitchen. Bobby was still in bed. And we get this knock on the door. I opened it up slowly, and saw the police standing there. At first I wasn’t worried. We had this crazy lady that lived next door, and the police were always checking up on her. So I assumed they had the wrong address. But the moment I opened the door, twelve officers came barging past me. Some of them had ‘FBI’ written on their jackets. They went straight back to the bedroom, and walked up to Bobby. I heard them ask: ‘What’s your name?’ And he said, ‘Bobby Love.’ Then they said, ‘No. What’s your real name?’ And I heard him say something real low. And they responded: 'You've had a long run.' That’s when I tried to get into the room. But the officer kept saying: ‘Get back, get back. You don’t know who this man is.’ Then they started putting him in handcuffs. It didn’t make any sense. I’d been married to Bobby for forty years. He didn’t even have a criminal record. At this point I’m crying, and I screamed: ‘Bobby, what’s going on?’ Did you kill somebody?’ And he tells me: ‘This goes way back, Cheryl. Back before I met you. Way back to North Carolina.’”

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Bobby Love and his wife Cheryl Love lived a good life together. They were married for forty years and raised four children. However, they’re happy home almost came tumbling down after the police showed up at their home one morning.

In 2015, Cheryl Love was making tea in the kitchen of her Brooklyn home when someone came knocking on her door. She opened the door and was met with a heavy police presence, including the FBI.

At first, Cheryl didn’t think much of it because there was a “crazy lady that lived next door, and the police were always checking up on her.” So, Cheryl assumed they had the wrong home…until she realized they were exactly where they wanted to be.

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(2/11) “Back in the day my name was Walter Miller. It was a pretty normal childhood. We grew up poor, but nothing really dramatic happened until I went to a Sam Cooke concert at the age of fourteen. I was excited to be at that concert, so I pushed my way to the front row—right near the stage. The crowd was really moving, because it was dance music. And Sam Cooke didn’t like that. He kept telling people to sit down. And after only two songs, he got so angry that he walked off the stage. So I screamed at the top of my lungs: ‘Sam Cooke ain’t shit!’ And in North Carolina, back in 1964, that was enough to get me arrested for disorderly conduct. Things went downhill pretty quick after that. My mother was raising eight kids on her own, so she couldn’t control me. I got into all sorts of trouble. I lifted purses from unlocked cars. I was stealing government checks out of mailboxes. I got bolder and bolder, until one day I got busted stealing from the band room at school. They shipped me off to a juvenile detention center called Morrison Training School. I hated everything about that place. The food was terrible. The kids were violent. I still have scars from all the times I got beat up. Every night, while I was falling asleep, I could hear the whistle of a freight train in the distance. And I always wanted to know where that train was going. So one night, when the guard turned his back to check the clock, I ran out the back door-- toward the sound of that whistle. And that was the first place I ever escaped from.”

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The police and FBI agents hauled her husband Bobby Love away. But why? Well, Cheryl learned about a 40-year secret her husband had kept from her. Bobby Love was actually Walter Miller – a small time bank robber who escaped from a North Carolina prison and had been on the run since 1977.

”I heard them ask: ‘What’s your name?’ And he said, ‘Bobby Love.’ Then they said, ‘No. What’s your real name?’ And I heard him say something real low. And they responded: 'You've had a long run,’” Cheryl shared with Humans of New York.

Humans of New York is a blog that shares crazy stories told by New Yorkers about their lives. Remember the story told by former stripper Ms. Stephanie aka Tanqueray? If not, get her story HERE.

Back to Bobby…

Before Bobby and Cheryl met, the convict-turned-family man was one of seven kids. His mother had a hard time keeping him under control because she had so many kids, so he was out in these streets acting up. He used to steal purses from unlocked cars and he stole government checks out of mailboxes. One day, he got caught stealing from the band room at school and was sent to juvenile detention.

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(3/11) “I followed those train tracks all the way to Washington DC. And for a minute, it seemed like everything would be alright. My brother lived in the city, so I started sleeping at his place. I enrolled in a new high school. I was going to class. Playing a little basketball. Things were going smooth. But I hadn’t learned my lesson yet. My old ways caught up with me, and I fell in with the wrong group of kids. These guys were robbing banks—and getting away with it. So I decided to tag along. We’d drive down to North Carolina because those banks had less security. And we got away with it a few times. After every score, we’d hang out on the strip at 14th and T, and act like big timers. We felt like gangsters. I have nobody to blame but myself. I just enjoyed the feeling of having money. But the fun didn’t last for long. Because one of those banks had a silent alarm. And while we were stuffing our bags full of money, the manager pulled the trigger. The police were waiting for us in the parking lot. All hell broke loose. I tried to get away, ducking and weaving, running through cars. But I got shot in the buttocks. The bullet went right through me. I woke up in the hospital-- with a hole in the front and back of my coat.”

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One day, he decided he would escape from prison and that’s what he did. He followed some train tracks from North Carolina to Washington D.C. and ended up moving in his with brother. He enrolled in a new high school and everything was seemingly good.

Bobby started hanging with a group of kids who would drive to North Carolina to rob banks since they had less security. They got away with it a few times, until one day they robbed a bank that had a silent alarm and the cops met them in the parking lot. While trying to escape, he got shot in the butt and he woke up in a hospital bed.

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(4/11) “It was all over for Walter Miller. The judge sentenced me to twenty-five to thirty years. I held out hope for awhile. I was doing appeals. I kept hoping to win on a technicality, or at least get a new trial with a better lawyer. But I kept hitting dead ends. And reality soon set in-- I was going away for a very long time. They sent me to a maximum security facility called Central Prison. Gun towers and everything. There was no way out, so I sorta got used to it. My mama died during this time, and that really shook me up. Because my entire life she’d been praying for me to turn my life around. And she never got to see it happen. So I committed myself to doing better. I became the perfect inmate. I never had a mark on my record. My behavior was so good that they transferred me down the hill to a minimum security facility. This place was more like a camp. They still had gun towers and everything, but there was a lot of freedom. They let us walk around the yard. We could make phone calls. I even had my own radio show. It was a lot of fun. I recorded it every Wednesday, and they played it on the local college station. I was relaxed. I was feeling good. I had no plans to escape.”

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(5/11) “Everything changed for me when someone screamed ‘punk ass’ at the prison captain. He was walking through the parking lot. It was early in the morning, and it was still dark, so he couldn’t see who did it. I was working in the kitchen, so there was no way it could be me. But the captain said that he recognized my voice—and he wrote me up. After that he started picking on me. I tried to keep my head low. But the more I tried to do good, the more I got punished. He wrote me up for all kinds of phony things. He accused me of stealing a newspaper. He accused me of faking sick. The negative reports kept piling up, until I was one mark away from being sent back up the hill. And that’s when they started putting me on the road. It was the worst job in the prison. They’d call your name before sunrise, and you had to get on this bus. Then they’d drive you all over Raleigh to clean trash off the highways. It was awful. People would be throwing hamburgers and milkshakes at you. And it was almost winter, so it was starting to get cold. That’s when I started planning and plotting. I saved up my money. I memorized the bus route. I noticed that we always stopped at a certain intersection—right next to a wooded area. And I figured I could make that distance in no time at all. I also noticed that the guard who worked on Tuesday never searched the prisoners as they boarded the bus. So one Monday night, while we were watching the Colts game on TV, I made the decision. That was going to be my last night in prison.”

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Bobby went to court and a judge sentenced him to twenty-five to thirty years in prison. He was sent to a maximum security prison called Central Prison. He eventually escaped by flinging open the rear exit of a prison transport bus, hopped on Greyhound bus (thanks to a man who bought him a ticket) and made his way to New York.

While on the bus to New York, a woman was making small talk with him and asked him his name.

“She asked me my name. I thought for a moment, and said: ‘Bobby Love.’ And that was the death of Walter Miller,” Bobby told Humans of New York.

Bobby made it to New York in November 1977 with $100 in small bills, a single pair of clothes and a brand new name. Bobby was able to get a social security card and then a driver’s license thanks to a few people who “overlooked” documents he didn’t have. He ended up getting a job in the cafeteria at Baptist Medical Center and that’s where he met Cheryl.

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(6/11) “I cleaned out my locker before I went to sleep. I wanted to leave nothing behind. No phone numbers. No addresses. Nothing they could use to find me quick. Because I worked at the radio station, I was allowed a single pair of civilian clothes. I put those on beneath my prison garments and wore everything to bed. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. Every three hours the guards did a head count, and I kept seeing that flashlight shine on the wall. When the sun finally came up, I jumped out of bed and splashed water on my face. Then I glanced out the window. The careless guard was stationed at the gate. The one who never patted down the prisoners. So I said: ‘That’s it, I’m leaving.’ I got on the bus and went to the very back row, right next to the emergency exit. It was a five minute drive to the wooded area. As we slowed down for a stop, I swung open the back door-- and I was gone. I could hear the alarm blaring behind me, but I didn’t look back. I peeled off my green clothes and just kept running. The sweat was coming off me. I looked like trouble, so I did my best to keep out of the white neighborhoods. Every time I passed a brother, I asked for directions to the Greyhound station. Everyone kept telling me: ‘Keep going, keep going, keep going.’ When I finally got there, I found a brother in the parking lot who agreed to buy me a one way ticket to New York. I waited until the last minute. I jumped on the bus right as the driver was closing the door. Then I slunk down in my seat while we drove out of Raleigh. Once we got on the highway, the girl next to me started making small talk. She asked me my name. I thought for a moment, and said: ‘Bobby Love.’ And that was the death of Walter Miller.”

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(7/11) “Bobby Love arrived in New York in late November, 1977. I was glad to be free, but I was still in a tough spot. I had to build a life from scratch. All I had was $100 in small bills, a single pair of clothes, and a brand new name. I moved into a fleabag hotel, and for two weeks I survived on hotdogs and marijuana. Then my money ran out and I started sleeping on the trains. I had to figure out a way to get a foothold in life. I wasn’t even a person. I had no papers, no ID, no nothing. Believe it or not, the first thing I got was a social security number. I walked up to the window and told the lady a story about losing everything, and she gave me a card. On the spot. I still have it today. Next I got hold of an original birth certificate, scratched out the name, and typed ‘Bobby Love’ on the line. Then I took it to a print shop and copied it so many times that it didn’t look fake anymore. It didn’t take me long to find a brother at the funeral home who agreed to notarize it. He wouldn’t sign it, but he’d stamp it. And that was enough for me-- because I found a brother at the DMV who pretended not to notice. And that’s how I got my drivers license. Then I used all my new papers to get a job working in the cafeteria of the Baptist Medical Center. And that’s where I met Cheryl.”

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Bobby NEVER told Cheryl about his past (even though his family encouraged him to) and he said she never really pressed him about it. They got married in 1985 and raised four kids together.

Throughout their marriage, Cheryl said she felt something was missing. There was no affection in their relationship even though the sex was amazing. By Christmas 2014, Cheryl had “reached the end of my rope” and she prayed God would change her husband’s heart. That was a few weeks before the arrest went down.

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(8/11) “Cheryl was innocent. The opposite of me. And that’s why I was so attracted to her. I never wanted to date someone like myself: who drank, and smoked, and had a past. Cheryl was soft. Almost naïve in a way. I never told her about my history, and she didn’t really press me. I did tell her that I grew up in the South-- which was true. And that I’d come to New York City to try something new. That was true too. But I never told her about Walter Miller. I didn’t see the need. Walter died a long time ago, on that Greyhound bus out of Raleigh. I was a new man. I was Bobby Love now. And if that was enough for her, why complicate things? We got married in 1985. Time went by. We raised four children together. I just couldn’t risk it. My family in North Carolina kept telling me: ‘You’ve got to come clean. You’ve got to tell her.’ But they didn’t know my wife. Not like I did. Cheryl is a righteous woman. Most people, when they see a dollar dropped on the street, will put it in their pocket. But not Cheryl. She will stop everyone on the sidewalk, looking for the owner. She’s that kind of woman. And that’s not the kind of woman who could keep a secret like this. I’m not trying to say that she’d have called the cops on me. But she’d have made me call the cops on myself. She’d turn up the heat. So I just couldn’t tell her about Walter Miller. And there was no need. Bobby Love didn’t have a criminal record. Bobby Love was a family man. Bobby Love was a deacon at his church. Every Sunday our pastor would preach about forgetting the past, and forgiving ourselves, and looking ahead. And that’s exactly what I was doing. That part of my life was buried back in North Carolina. And it wasn’t coming back.“

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(9/11) “There was a piece missing. All these years I loved my husband. And he loved me— but something was missing. First, he never liked to be in photographs. And he always thought people were watching him. But I just thought it was vanity. I kept saying: ‘C’mon, Bobby. You aren’t that exclusive.’ But then there was the deeper stuff. We had some beautiful love making. But other than that, there wasn’t much affection. Not many hugs. Not much cuddling. Not much communication. I could only get so close and he’d shut down. Sometimes, when we were arguing, I’d be pouring myself out to him. And he’d just sit there with a scowl on his face. I thought it was me. I kept thinking: ‘Maybe he doesn’t want to be here.’ But Bobby was a provider. He was always working two or three jobs. He’d cook, and do laundry, and spend time with the kids. I thought to myself: ‘Everyone is different. People have different upbringings. This might be how Bobby shows love.’ But it was hard. It wore me down. I cried so many tears about it. I remember during Christmas of 2014, I was on my knees in church, saying: ‘Lord, please, I can’t do this anymore.’ I begged God to change my husband’s heart. I’d reached the end of my rope. That was a few weeks before everything went down.“

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The life Cheryl knew came crashing down right before her eyes when the police showed up at her Brooklyn home.

"Bobby’s arrest was all over the papers,” Cherly said. “It seemed like the whole city was laughing at me. People at church would pull me aside, and whisper: ‘You knew about this right? You had to know.’ But I never knew. Forty years of marriage, four grown children, and I never knew. How could I be so stupid? I wanted to hide. I wanted to disappear.”

Mrs. Love said she knew she loved Bobby when she realized she still wanted to comfort him during this time. However, she wasn't going to continue to accept the bullsh*t.

”The whole world knows now. We’ve got no secrets. But I think this whole mess was for the better of things: better for me, better for the kids, and better for Bobby. He doesn’t have to hide anymore. He can look at me when I’m speaking. Not only that, he’s hearing me too. My voice is heard. I used to walk on eggshells. I used to just go along. But I told him one thing. I said: ‘Bobby, I’ll take you back. But I’m not taking a backseat to you no more.’ Because I got my own story to tell. I can write a book too. I might not have escaped from prison, and started a whole new life, and hid it from my family. But I forgave the man who did,’” she shared.

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(10/11) “My world came crashing down. Bobby’s arrest was all over the papers. It seemed like the whole city was laughing at me. People at church would pull me aside, and whisper: ‘You knew about this right? You had to know.’ But I never knew. Forty years of marriage, four grown children, and I never knew. How could I be so stupid? I wanted to hide. I wanted to disappear. When I went to work that first day, everyone was gathered around the front desk. And they got real quiet when I walked in. But I told them: ‘Don’t just stand there. I need some love. Give me some hugs.’ Of course I was embarrassed, but I was more hurt than anything. Bobby had deceived me for all those years. There was no truth in our house. I’m walking past this man every single day. We laughing. We joking. And he’s not telling me anything? I was so angry. But I never hated him. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to hold his hand. I told Bobby later, ‘That’s how I knew I loved you. Because even in the worst of it, I was thinking about you.’ When I first visited him in prison, he broke down crying. His head was in his hands, and he told me: ‘I know, you’re going to leave me.’ I told him: ‘No Bobby Love, I married you for better or for worse. And right now this is the worst.’”

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Bobby was extradited back to North Carolina where his sentence was later paroled. He was released from prison in 2016 – less than a year after the feds picked him up. His release made headlines too.

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(11/11) “I got to work. I wrote letters to the governor. I wrote letters to Obama. I gathered testimonials from everyone that Bobby ever knew: all the kids he used to coach, all the people at our church, all of our family members. I testified on his behalf. I didn’t know a thing about Walter Miller. But I told them all about Bobby Love. And the parole board took mercy. After a year in prison, they let him come home. The day after he was set free, I sat him down and asked: ‘What is it? Are we the Loves? Or are we the Millers?’ And he said: ‘We Love. We Love.’ So I had him change his name legally. And now we’re moving on. I still have my resentments. When we get in a fight, I’ll think: ‘This man better appreciate that I forgave him.’ But the thing is-- I did forgive him. And when I made that decision, I had to accept all the territory that came with it. I can’t make him feel that debt every day of his life. Because that’s not the marriage I want to be in. The whole world knows now. We’ve got no secrets. But I think this whole mess was for the better of things: better for me, better for the kids, and better for Bobby. He doesn’t have to hide anymore. He can look at me when I’m speaking. Not only that, he’s hearing me too. My voice is heard. I used to walk on eggshells. I used to just go along. But I told him one thing. I said: ‘Bobby, I’ll take you back. But I’m not taking a backseat to you no more.’ Because I got my own story to tell. I can write a book too. I might not have escaped from prison, and started a whole new life, and hid it from my family. But I forgave the man who did.”

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The 69-year-old has since changed his name to Bobby Love legally and is focused on trying to put his life back together…with his wife.

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