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brockadoodles · 4 years ago

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surprises - n. mackinnon

AN: I completely forgot about this fic until @sportmodepetey asked me about writing for Nate and I remembered that I had!! So here is this, I promise it’s all fluff and softness and not my usual angst. I’m gonna tag @hockeyboysiguess too because she might yell at me for waking her up again with another fic. Also I think I promised an anon I would repost this forever ago and then I forgot sooo.. If you come back anon, here ya go!

Word Count: 5148

Warnings: Babies!!!

Your hands shook as you delicately picked up the test in your hands. Holding one end between your fingers, you glanced at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes looked heavy, filled with worry and your hair was disheveled from how anxiously you had been running your hands through it the last three minutes.

If you had to guess, you would assume that most people your age would be scared of a positive pregnancy test, but you were feeling the opposite. Your heart was racing and you had an uneasy feeling in your stomach, trying to work up the courage to see the result.

Lately, Nathan would look at the results for you. He said it was his way of protecting you from the feeling of disappointment, a sentiment you appreciated, even if every result was still negative. They all had been negative for the last year and a half, why would the next one be any different?

No one prepared you for what it would be like to have trouble getting pregnant, it was never a thought that crossed your mind. When you and Nate got married, the idea of children wasn’t even on the radar. You were both young, he was in the prime of his career, it just didn’t make any sense to start trying at 25. Now that you both were 30, and it was becoming clear just how difficult it was, you were starting to regret not trying sooner.

It was hard not to feel like you were failing your husband, but your body just wasn’t cooperating. It wasn’t for the lack of trying, the two of you had sex all the time. You tracked your ovulation schedule, tried every superstitious trick, and yet each time that familiar wave of disappointment hit you as you’d see Nate’s face falter when looking at the pregnancy test. It was especially frustrating because doctors told you that everything was normal, and sometimes it just takes time to conceive naturally.

Nate never did anything to make you feel inadequate, he was always supportive of you. Holding you while you cried, reassuring you that you were always good enough, no matter what happened. But most importantly, he never lost faith in you, he constantly reminded you that growing a human is hard work, and maybe your body is just taking extra time to prepare. He was always so calm, genuinely believing that it would happen for the two of you when it was meant to happen. That’s why he tried as often as he could to bear the burden of looking at the test for you. If he could take away any sadness you were feeling, he would.

But today, Nate wasn’t here. The Avalanche were on a week-long road trip in New York and he wasn’t due back for a couple of more days. You bit your lip, diverting your eyes away from the mirror and back down towards the white plastic stick resting in your right hand. You didn’t tell Nate, feeling like it wasn’t worth getting his hopes up only to let him down once again.

Your own hopes were high this time, something in your body just felt different. You had symptoms that you hadn’t experienced yet the other times you thought you were pregnant. You took a deep breath and finally shifted your gaze down to the test, eyeing it carefully.

Your stomach dropped seeing the word “pregnant” in the little results window of the test. You rubbed your eyes quickly and looked again, thinking maybe you were projecting your hopes and that your eyes were deceiving you. When you saw the same result, you quickly ripped open another test and went over to the toilet.

Those second three minutes were probably the most nerve wracking of your entire life. You had never had a positive pregnancy result, and after how long you had been trying it was hard to believe that it wasn’t some sort of fluke or false positive.

When the three minutes were up, you hastily grabbed the test, wasting no time to look at the result. When you read the word pregnant again, you looked back up at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were glassy with fresh tears, but you looked happier than you had been a few minutes prior. You took a slight step back from the sink, placing the test onto the marble countertop and placed a hand gently on your lower stomach, slowly rubbing your fingers across your skin.

It took every bit of willpower that you had to not spill the secret to Nate when he came home that week, but you knew that with how long you had both been waiting, that you wanted to confirm with the doctor before giving him the news. The many months of disappointment had caused you to guard your heart, and you couldn’t fathom sharing the news with Nate only to have it ripped apart from the both of you if it ended up not being true.

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A few nights later, you were tossing and turning, finding yourself unable to sleep. You looked over at Nate, unable to sleep. His back was facing you and his breaths were deep. His flight had gotten in late, him not getting back home until around 2:30am. When he leaned in to kiss your forehead softly before slipping into bed, you had been asleep. But when he wrapped his arm around you and rested his large hand on your stomach you woke up, suddenly worried that maybe he knew you were pregnant.

This was a ridiculous thought to have, Nate didn’t even know you had taken tests while he was gone, and he always pulled you close at night, but you couldn’t help but feel your anxiety levels rise.

“I know something’s bothering you.” You jumped at the sound of his voice, groggy and full of sleep. Before you spoke back, Nate turned himself to face you before running his hand over his face and up through his hair to wake himself up a bit. It was 5:47am but because it was still winter, the sky was pitch black outside.

“M’fine, baby, go back to sleep.” You tried to reason, reaching your hand up to rub his cheek, fingers gliding softly over the stubble that had grown in on his face. Nate relaxed into your touch and leaned down to press a slow kiss to your forehead before resting his head in the crook of your neck.

He peppered light kisses on your neck, humming out,

“Did something happen this week?”

“No.” You lied, using your hand to tilt his head back up, bringing your lips to his.

“Just missed you.” You added, deepening the kiss. It wasn’t a complete lie, you did miss him and now that he was home kissing you, you couldn’t help but press yourself closer into him, needing to feel his touch.

Soft moans filled the room as lazily dipped in and out of you. You felt your anxieties slipping away as each moment passed. What started as a means to distract Nate also became a release for you, and you fell back asleep feeling safe and content in his arms.

You woke up a few hours later to the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the bedroom. You sat up and pulled your hair into a messy low bun before you leaned over the edge of the bed, slowly pulling yourself out of the covers and getting up. You stood up and pulled Nate’s shirt down over your body from where it had risen up earlier that morning. You subconsciously ran a hand over your abdomen, smiling to yourself before heading out the bedroom door and into the kitchen where Nate was sitting at the island, coffee cup in hand.

“Morning.” You said, coming up behind him and pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder. You leaned around him to grab an apple from the fruit basket and took a bite into it. Nate turned his body slightly toward you, pulling you slightly so that you were facing him, standing between his legs.

“How was the trip?” You asked, smiling softly at him. His fingers pressed into your sides, pulling up the shirt that was draped over your body as he rubbed small, comforting circles into your hips.

“You watched all of the games.” He smirked up at you before pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

“Mhm, yeah but I still like to know how your trip was.” You hummed out in between soft kisses. Nate tried to pull you closer and deepen the kiss but you felt your stomach lurch. The taste of coffee on his lips made you feel nauseous all of a sudden. You felt bile rising in your throat, threatening to come out and ruin the tender moment between you and your husband.

You pulled away quickly and Nate furrowed his brow at your sudden need to separate yourself from his touch.

“You alright?” He spoke.

“I, uh, I think my period just came.” You stumbled out, averting your eyes from his as you ran into your shared bathroom. You quickly turned on the shower to drown out the sounds of emptying your stomach. Once you felt a bit better, you stood up, flushing the toilet and washing your hands. You brushed your teeth and made a mental note to make a doctor’s appointment for as quickly as possible to 100% confirm your pregnancy. You still felt a bit nauseous, but a part of you was relieved to be feeling sick, as it was another sign that the home tests had been right. You didn’t want to keep the news from Nate for too long, just long enough to plan a special way to let him know he was going to be a dad.

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You sat in the driver’s seat of your car, holding the small ultrasound photo in your hands. The doctor had confirmed what you felt to be true, you were 13 weeks pregnant. Your doctor gave you a list of prenatal vitamins to pick up on your way home. The Avalanche had a big home game that night and you were eager to be there, not only to cheer on Nate but because you knew just how you wanted to tell him.

You stood next to Aleks, glancing down at her and Nikita’s daughter Sophie. She was wearing a small Avalanche jersey, Zadorav printed in white on the back. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing that someday soon, your own child will be wearing their own little MacKinnon jersey.

“Do you think you can get Z to help me with something? He has to keep it a secret though.” You asked Aleks, taking a sip out of your water bottle. She eyed you suspiciously, looking from you to your drink. You felt nervous under her stare, knowing that she was technically going to be the first person you told the good news to.

“You’re pregnant.” She smirked, saying it bluntly. You choked a bit on your water before looking up at her in surprise. You quickly looked down to your stomach, which was covered with a loose fitting top. Your “wag” jacket that matched the other girls around you came out to cover the sides of your hips. There was no way she could have known based on your appearance, you weren’t far enough along for there to be signs.

“You’re drinking water, you never drink that here.” She smiled. You bit your lip, cursing yourself for having a strict pregame ritual of drinking a beer during warmups. You nodded at her, not wanting to say it outloud as Nate came skating up to where the two of you were standing. Your eyes focused on your husband, who was now balancing a puck on the end of his stick. He tossed it over the glass to you, winking at you as you caught it, a tradition he started after the first game he invited you back when you had just started dating.

You looked around, spotting a young boy who looked to be around 7 or 8, dressed head to toe in Avs gear standing just a few seats over from you. You leaned over and tapped his shoulder, smiling at him and offering the puck. Nate’s tradition was to give you a puck and yours was to pay it forward and give it to a fan in the crowd. More often than not you chose to give it to a kid, knowing just how much it probably meant to them to receive something from a player that they looked up to.

The little boy eagerly nodded at you and took the puck from your hands before turning toward who you assumed to be his dad.

“Wow, what do you say to the nice woman, bud?” The man said, smiling at you in thanks.

“Thank you!” the boy exclaimed, wrapping his small arms around your leg in a quick hug before looking up at you.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, looking toward his father to get permission to hug the child back. He nodded at you, and you wrapped your arms quickly around the young boy. Nate watched the exchange from the blue line, passing a puck back and forth with Gabe. He couldn’t help but sigh in sadness. He wanted a baby so badly, and while he understood that it would happen when it was meant to, he always felt a touch of worry when he thought too hard about the what ifs. The moment passed as quickly as it came and he focussed his thoughts solely on the game ahead of him.

“So what do you need Z to do?” Your attention turned back to Aleks.

“Well I haven’t told Nate yet, I was hoping Z and the boys could help me.” You said, leaning in a bit closer to her so that the people around you couldn’t hear you. The last thing you needed was for the news to end up all over Twitter. Granted, Nate didn’t use Twitter but still.

Just as you mentioned him, Nikita came skating up to where the three of you were standing. He tapped the glass quickly in front of his daughter, before waving quickly at all of you and skating away. If there was anyone that would help, it would be him. He was so in love with his children, but also wild enough to want to participate in what you had planned.

A few days later you found yourself on a group FaceTime call with some of Nate’s teammates, laughing as they loudly spoke over each other about the plan you had come up with. You knew that you had to incorporate his teammates and hockey into the reveal, being as his team was one of the most important aspects of his life. You knew that he couldn’t wait to someday share that with his kids, bringing them to games and teaching them how to skate.

After JT and Tyson argued over whether Nate was going to cry or not, Gabe cut them off and grabbed your attention.

“Do you know what you’re having yet?” You looked at Gabe curiously, almost instantly thinking of a new task that the boys could all help you with.

“Actually I want you guys to tell us.” You spoke into the screen. This grabbed everyone’s attention.

“What can we do?” Tyson beamed at you.

“Well I have this envelope the doctor gave me, I was going to just open it with Nate but maybe you guys could come up with something to share the news with us.”

“Like a party?” Nikita jumped in. You would have felt nervous about it, but Z had done this before and you knew he wouldn’t do anything too crazy.

“Yes, you can throw a party if you want.” You smiled back at him.

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Nate turned his car on, blasting the heat. It was early, he was tired, and the last thing he wanted to be doing was heading to the rink for an obscenely early morning skate. Gabe had mentioned that everyone needed to be at the rink by 7 that morning, some sort of last minute meeting before practice. He was annoyed but he knew better than to question his captain. He reached down to shift the car into gear when he noticed a note taped to the gear shift. He recognized your handwriting immediately, smiling to himself as he picked the small piece of paper up.

Good morning my love, Snow is still falling, but warm things are coming. If you’re wondering what the next note consists of, When you get to the rink, check your right glove.

Nate reread the note a few times, unsure of what it meant. He quickly set it onto the passenger seat, reminding himself to look inside his gloves when he got to the arena like it said.

When Nate pulled into the parking garage he immediately felt confused. So far, his car was the only one he could see. He glanced at the clock on his phone before double checking that Gabe’s message actually said 7am. It was 6:45am and no one else was there. He was normally a bit early, but never the first one to practice. He shook his head, getting out of the car and grabbing the remainder of his gear from the trunk. Maybe everyone was as tired as he was and just was running a bit behind, he thought as he walked into the practice facility.

Nate took his time changing and putting on his padding, figuring that there was no reason to rush if he was the only one there so far. The note from the car completely slipped his mind. It wasn’t until he grabbed his gloves that he remembered to check inside for something. He felt around the inside of the glove before pulling out another small piece of paper with your handwriting on it.

Congrats, you found clue number two. Although it’s probably not clear what you have to do. You’re probably wondering why everyone is late, Forget about them and head to the place where we sat on our first date.

Nate read the note once more before setting it in his stall and heading out toward the rink. He smiled at the memory of your first date. By all standards, it should have been a disaster. Looking back he isn’t quite sure how he managed to get a second date out of it. He had planned brunch for the two of you, wanting to take you to a little whole in the wall cafe in downtown Denver. Instead, the coaches decided that after their last three losses, they needed an extra conditioning practice. Rather than cancel on you, he asked if you wanted to come watch practice and have lunch afterwards. Much to his surprise you said yes.

He had a terrible practice that day, and he thought for sure that his negative attitude toward his teammates would prevent you from ever wanting to see him again. Instead, after practice, the two of you sat in the stands for two hours just talking about anything and everything while some junior hockey team practiced in the background. You didn’t even express annoyance when some of the players came up to him to say hello after their practice, instead you smiled and listened as he interacted with the younger players.

He left the locker room and headed over to the bench where the two of you sat all of those years ago, he knew exactly where it was that you were sitting. Remembering the dark green sweater you had worn that day, and the scarf you had around your neck to keep warm while he practiced.

When he walked up toward the bench he saw another small note taped to it. He picked it up and opened it.

Welcome to clue number three, This one marks you being halfway done, but I’m just starting the fun. If you search through the practice pucks, you just might find the next one.

Nate was beginning to wonder what this whole scavenger hunt was leading to. You were not the type of person to be able to keep secrets when it came to surprises. If anyone was going to spill about a surprise, it would be you. You always said that you just got too excited to share whatever it was with whoever the person was that you couldn’t be trusted to keep any exciting secrets. He was curious as to how you managed to pull off some sort of prize for him.

Nate set his sticks and gloves down on the players bench and walked into the equipment area to grab the bag of practice pucks. He dumped the bag out and the pucks started sliding haphazardly across the ice. He knew it would be faster than trying to dig through the bag.

His eyes scanned the pucks, looking for a few moments before spotting one with paper sticking out underneath it. He stepped out onto the ice and skated over to where the puck was. He leaned down to pick it up, carefully taking the note off of the puck before skating back over to the boards to lean against them while reading the new clue.

Sorry you had to make that mess, but I promise it’ll be for the best. Don't forget to put the pucks away and then head back to where you always begin game day.

Nate slowly gathered his mess on the ice, stacking the pucks up then sliding them into the bags, before stepping off the ice and heading back toward the dressing room.

When Nate got back to his stall he was confused to see a small gift bag sitting on top of the bench. He looked quickly around the locker room to see if any of the other guys had shown up. It was definitely past time that Gabe said everyone had to be here, yet even Gabe himself hadn’t yet arrived for practice. He picked up the small grey bag and sat down on the bench.

He slowly pulled out the white and gold tissue paper that was stuffed in the top of the bag, setting it down next to him. He reached his hand down into the bag, instantly feeling something extremely soft on his fingers. He lifted the item out and furrowed his brows in confusion at it. He was holding a small stuffed animal version of Bernie, the Avalanche team mascot. He figured maybe the bag was meant for another teammate who had kids.

As Nate was putting the mini Bernie back in the bag, he noticed the back of Bernie’s jersey was different. Instead of “Bernie” printed in white, it said “MacKinnon” and just underneath the name was 29. He knew there must be another clue somewhere and he began to look around his stall for any piece of paper that might have come from you.

He spotted something next to his name plaque, and sure enough it was another folded up note from you.

Now that you’ve revealed all I had to hide, pack up your gear and head where you park your ride.

Nate shook his head, but obliged by what the note said, packing his gear back up quickly so that he could head back to what he hoped was the reveal of whatever grand scheme you were planning.

About 20 minutes later, he walked out to the parking garage and saw you leaning up against his car. You beamed up at him, pulling yourself away from the car and walking toward him.

There were butterflies in your stomach, not only were you about to share with your husband the news, you also were able to share that you knew the sex of the baby.

“Not that I didn’t love this little adventure, but what’s going on?”

“Well, Nate, I think you have to read your last clue.” You smiled, reaching into your back pocket and handing him the envelope. This was it, you thought. Nate was going to know in a matter of seconds, and you could barely contain the smile on your face.

Nate set his equipment bag down next to the car and then gently took the envelope out of your hand. You watched in suspense as he carefully opened it, pulling out the note and sonogram inside.

“Read it outloud.” You encouraged, giving him another wide smile.

“Congratulations the riddles are coming to an end, just know that you’ll have a lot of messages to send. Enjoy the next few months of us on standby, because baby MacKinnon will be making their debut this July.” Nate’s voice cracked at the end of the clue, he slid the small paper over and looked at the ultrasound now in his hand. His eyes welled up with tears and he quickly looked back up at you.

“You’re pregnant?” He spoke quietly, unsure of if this was all real or some horrible joke you were in on with the team. He didn’t think you would mess around with something this serious, but he also couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

Your eyes were also glossing over with tears, feeling an unprecedented amount of joy. You nodded quickly at your husband, taking another step towards him.

“You’re really pregnant?” He asked again, this time with more conviction.

“Yes, Nate. We’re having a baby.” You cried happily, wiping a couple of tears that had begun to cascade down your own cheeks. Nate wasted no time grabbing you and pulling you into a hug.

“I can’t believe this, we’re really having a baby?” He asked one more time, pulling the two of you apart just enough to press one hand flush against your stomach. You nodded in response and leaned up to kiss him.

“Wait there’s another surprise.” You smiled, pecking him on the lips one more time before gesturing to his car.

“I’m not sure anything can top this one.” He replied, quickly looking around for your car before adding,

“Wait how did you get here?”

“Aleks dropped me off, I wanted to be able to drive home with you.” You answered nonchalantly, making a move to open up the passenger side of the car.

The ride home was quiet, Nate drove carefully, with one hand rubbing softly against your thigh. You watched the snow covered buildings pass by you as he continued down the route back to your home.

You were nervous as he pulled onto the street that you lived on, immediately recognizing some of the cars parked sporadically near the house. Nate looked around as he slowly pulled into the driveway.

“Why does it look like the team decided to have practice at the house?” He smirked at you, knowing there obviously was something going on.

“I don’t know, let’s go find out.” You teased, knowing fully why they were all there. You didn’t know what their plan was, but you did hand over your keys that morning to Aleks after she dropped you off, heading back to help the boys with the surprise.

When you walked into your house, you couldn’t believe all of the work the team had managed to pull off in the short amount of time that you’d been gone. There were pastel streamers and balloons draped carefully around the living and dining room. The dining table had an arrangement of fruits and breakfast type pastries for everyone. And out back you could see a set up of a goal covered in white balloons. You jokingly wondered which one of them logged onto Pinterest to get all of these ideas.

Nate looked around in awe. He felt like he was in a dream, one that he was desperate to not wake up from. The two of you had been trying for so long that he hadn’t really allowed himself to think of what it would feel like to have it happen. Having his team there to take part in the celebrations was an added bonus.

“Nate dogg, come outside you need to shoot some pucks.” Gabe slapped a hand on your husband’s back, nodding toward the net that was set up out back.

“Wait, do you know what we’re having?” He quickly turned to you, setting his cup of coffee down on the table near where you were standing. You shook your head slightly, motioning toward the rest of his teammates that were all starting to head out to the backyard.

“No, this is all them.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him outside.

Nate stepped up toward the goal, grabbing his stick from EJ, who was dressed up in the most embarrassing outfit anyone could have imagined. He stood tall, wearing a bonnet over his head and what appeared to be a giant diaper costume that you’d probably find in the clearance section at a Halloween store because it was so ugly.

“Oh my god, what are you wearing?” Nate shook his head at his teammate.

“I lost a bet to Graves.” He rolled his eyes, glancing over at Ryan and shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter, shoot the damn puck.” He added, pushing Nate slightly toward the goal.

Nate fired back a shot, instantly breaking a couple of balloons, silver confetti flying everywhere. He realized quickly that he needed to start shooting to pop all of the balloons, shaking his head at his teammates' knock off best shooter competition idea.

When the puck went flying into the last balloon, pink and purple confetti started flying everywhere. Nate felt like he was moving in slow motion, dropping the stick and running to grab you. He could hear the cheers from everyone around him but all that mattered was you.

He picked you up, twirling you around quickly before gently setting you down. You reached your hand up to wipe the tears from under his eyes, smiling widely knowing that you were having a baby girl. You always knew Nate wanted a girl, believing he would be the best “girl dad” so you knew this moment was extra special for him.

The two of you stood close for a few moments, ignoring the commotion happening around you and savouring the moment.

“You owe me $50, I told you he would cry.” Tyson argued with JT

“I single tear doesn’t count, idiot.” JT shot back.

You laughed at the two boys, leaning your head into Nate’s chest and looking at the scene around you. It may have taken a long time to get here, but you couldn’t be more excited for the family you were creating, knowing that your baby girl was going to be loved by so many.

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ejlovespie · 4 years ago

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Over Time

Fandom: Supernatural

Author: EJ (@ejlovespie)

Summary: After a nasty argument and a drunken mistake. Dean and the reader have some issues to work through, it’s not easy though.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2198

Warnings: Angst/Cursing/Drinking/Cheating/Spanking/a lil’ bit of Angry & Degrading Sex/ Kind of fluff

A/N: Reader’s Request: “Sooo I was wondering if you would do a request please? A little bit of angst with some fluff later...the reader has cheated on Dean and the couple is trying to work through it, but it's been tough.”

Thank you for the request anon; I hope you like it! I also wrote this for one of my @spnkinkbingo squares - Infidelity

I really struggled to write this one but I was hoping that this may bring some perspective into the mind of someone who strays? Any feedback is greatly appreciated and any mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! :)

Your head pounded violently as you stared into the bright light of the sun. Stumbling out of the dingy motel, you shielded your eyes as you walked. With the start of a new day and a lack of alcohol, you were realizing the huge mistake you had made. You don’t even remember the name of the guy you left in the room; he was just as forgettable as your night together. All you had to take away from it was a severe hangover and an overwhelming amount of guilt. You were a cheater and now you had to go home and tell Dean what you had done. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you walked to the bar where you had left your car. Your stomach rolled violently and you darted sideways into the grass as vomit rose up in your throat. You heaved into the bushes for a moment before groaning in pain. It was a hot day and both the heat and your dehydrated body made the walk painfully slow. By the time you reached your car, it was mid afternoon. You jumped in and turned the key before plugging your dead phone in on the charger you kept there.

Your heart sank when you saw the five missed calls from Dean. Shit. No texts, no voicemails. Your heart started to race thinking about the fight you had last night. It was the same argument you had many times before. It was about work and how you felt like Dean cared more about hunting than you.

"You're always gone Dean and I never know if or when you're coming back. I always get left behind and I'm so scared. We both know that one of these days you're not going to walk back through that door and I don't know what I'm going to do when that happens."

His response was, "You knew what you signed up for." You had gone round and round for hours before you stormed out of the bunker and drove to a bar outside of town. With a sigh, Dean had let you leave without further argument. Your only plan was to get drunk and sleep in your car. However, when the guy at the bar had started to flirt with you, you hadn't told him off or said you had a boyfriend. It was harmless, even flattering at first, but when the drinks kept coming, your inhibitions went out the window. You forgot about your big fight with Dean and all the fear and loneliness you had been feeling and you let him take you to a motel.

Tears rolled down your face as you drove home. What could you say? It didn't matter how sad and lonely you were. It didn't matter how drunk you had been. It didn't matter that it meant nothing to you. You were still a cheater and you knew this would hurt Dean. You knew, even if Dean could forgive you, you would never forgive yourself. The drive was quick and before you knew it, you were pulling into the bunker’s garage. You probably looked just as bad as you felt and you cried harder for a moment before you wiped your eyes and stepped out of the car. Time to face the music you thought to yourself. You found Dean in the kitchen where he was making himself a sandwich. Thankfully, Sam wasn’t there to witness what was about to unfold.

Setting your bag on the table, you cleared your throat and Dean half turned to greet you. Seeing your face, he fully turned around. His eyes were worried but everything else about him was tense as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed and his jaw shut tight. He didn’t rush over to you and ask if you were okay. He didn’t move or say anything at all, just waited for you to explain. In a sob you rushed out an explanation,

“I was with someone last night. I..I’m so fucking sorry Dean. It didn’t mean anything and I was shit-faced drunk. I...I don’t expect you to forgive me but please know I regret it and I will never ever do it again. I love you..so much and I am just so scared of losing you.” The tears had started again and they ran down your face as the words rushed out of your mouth. You had started hiccuping about half way through and the anxiety and fear in your stomach was growing as Dean continued to stare blankly at you. Oh God. Please say something. After a long moment, Dean turned back around and finished making his sandwich before he walked right past you out of the room. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t even look at you and your heart sank. Dropping into a chair at the table, you buried your head in your hands and sobbed.

It had been days before Dean had even looked at you. After you had come home and told him what you did, you had taken a long shower and had gone back to your shared room to find Dean’s things gone. This was the first time you had not slept together, while Dean was home, since you had started dating a year ago. A few weeks passed and still, Dean had barely spoken to you. Anytime you tried talking to him about anything other than work or meals, he would ignore you and walk away. You knew you had to give him time and space to work through his emotions but you were terrified he would never forgive you. If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t even know what you guys were anymore. He hadn’t said the words to break up with you and he hadn’t asked you to leave but it was like you had become awkward roommates. Sam had obviously noticed the tension and had asked you a few times what had happened. Eventually you had broken down and told him everything. He was shocked and disappointed but he had hugged you and said something generic like “you guys will work through it.” There was no sincerity in his voice though. Neither of you thought Dean would forgive you. He would most likely push you away completely and then you would be just another person who let him down.

A few weeks turned into a month and nothing changed. Sam and Dean continued to hunt and you continued to stay home, researching and keeping things in order until they got back. Dean had never moved back into your shared room so you had resorted to stealing his clothes and climbing into his bed when he wasn’t home. You missed him desperately. You missed his gorgeous smile and boisterous laugh. You missed his touch. You couldn’t remember the last time Dean had hugged you, let alone kissed you. The loneliness and grief you had felt before had grown tenfold. Most nights you cried yourself to sleep hugging Dean’s pillow or one of his soft shirts.

It had been over a month of walking on eggshells and sleepless nights when things finally changed. The boys had come home from a hunt and you had gone to bed early. Not quite asleep, you were shaken awake violently and your eyes flew open to find Dean’s angry and heated ones, staring at you in the dark. Sitting up in bed, you had reached for him, to ask what was wrong, but Dean growled and flipped you over. Bending your body so you were on your knees, you felt his hand reach out and yank your panties down your legs. Gasping, you cried out when Dean slapped your ass, hard, before bringing his fingers to your sex. This had been the first time you had been touched in weeks and you moaned and pushed yourself onto Dean’s hand. He growled and pulled his hand away before he slapped your ass again. You heard rustling behind you before Dean leaned close to your ear and demanded,

“I want you and I won’t be gentle. Tell me I can have you; tell me you want this.”

Whimpering you nodded in the dark before quietly answering him, “I’m yours, Dean.”

A second later you felt him behind you. He slapped your ass one more time and then plunged into you from behind. You cried out again from surprise, not pain. From this position, he filled you completely and the sensations you were feeling were so intense. It felt so damn good. Dean let you adjust to him for a few seconds before pulling out and slamming into you again. He did this over and over for a while, occasionally grunting or growling like an animal. You moaned at the intense rhythm. It was aggressive and rushed and not at all like your previous lovemaking but it felt amazing. Dean was fucking you, with no consideration of your own pleasure. Your nipples rubbed against your shirt and you reached a hand back to rub your clit but Dean grabbed it. He didn’t want you to find pleasure in this and tears pooled in your eyes as you realized Dean was using you. This was a punishment for what you had done. In a broken voice you croaked, “Dean, stop.”

He did immediately. You felt him pull out of you and the bed dipped as he got off. You flipped over and reached out to turn your lamp on. Dean was already trying to walk out the door and you cried out, “Enough is enough Dean Winchester! You can be pissed at me but you can NOT use me and walk away. I have been patient but we are going to talk. Now.” His steps faltered and he paused at the door before spinning around. You gasped at the look on his face. He was furious.

“You want to talk. Fine.”

You got out of bed at the same time as Dean took three large strides back into the room. You were now standing before each other, both angry and finally ready to talk. Dean practically screamed in your face. “HOW COULD YOU?! Y/N, how could you let some douchebag touch you. How could you let it go so far? How could you stay the night?” His face and voice had changed from rage to sadness. His eyes were so sad it made the tears you had been trying to hold back fall freely. He was so hurt and it was your fault.

“Dean. I..I never would have done it sober. I was so lonely and so sad and scared that you were going to die on a hunt and that I would never see you again. I drank way too much to drown it all out and it just happened. I don’t even remember the encounter. I will never forgive myself but I need to know if we can get past this. If we can’t, then there’s no sense in dragging this out.”

Dean had started crying too and he looked up at the ceiling as if he was looking for some kind of direction from God. In a soft voice he said, “I don’t know if I can get past this Y/N. I don’t know if I will be able to trust you again.” Your heart broke at his words and you let out a long sigh. “What if we go back to what we were before? I know it won’t be easy..but what if we just work on being friends again? Maybe we can work past this over time.” Dean nodded and hope filled your chest for the first time in a long time.

It took close to a year for the wounds to begin healing. You never had any more sexual contact after that night and it was months before Dean hugged you. Your heart fluttered when he did and quietly you had thought to yourself that it was worth the wait. You made an effort to keep the bunker stocked with his favorite things like beer, whiskey, and a wide array of pies that you would bake for him. You started small at first, watching TV and movies or cooking dinner together. After a while you would go on supply runs together and eventually, you were even invited to go on a hunt. You were not allowed to fight or do anything you had no training or experience in but it felt so good to be included. You felt like you were a part of the team and that had started to mend your broken heart. You and Dean had started talking about more than just work. Without either of you saying it, it had felt like he was starting to forgive you. You blushed thinking about the few times where you had caught Dean checking you out; and vice-versa. You still felt the guilt from cheating, that would never really go away, but life was moving on and you knew that you and Dean had a chance of getting past it. Deep down you knew you would be together again and you would be stronger than you were before.

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lsmileychanl · 5 years ago

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Stray kids scenarios // cuddling

Summary: How would members of stray kids react to you being really cuddly

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: minor swearing (sorry I can't help it T_T)

Pairing: Stray kids x Reader

A/n: Hello everyone! I wanted to say a huge thank you for your support, it really means a lot! Sorry for the slow posting schedule, I’ve been really busy lately. I promise that I will be more active in the future. I hope that this lil scenario can put a smile on your face! Remember to stay hydrated and get enough rest. Ily guys! ♡

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Bang Chan:

Channie, where are you coming home? I miss you ♡

Sorry y/n It’s been really busy lately. I’ll be home soon! Love you, baby!

I love you too!

Seen 11.27 PM

The clock was about to hit late hours of the night, but Chan still wasn’t home yet. You were determined to wait for him so that you could finally have some quality time with your boyfriend. He was working so hard and you really miss him. It was 1.45 AM and you made the critical decision to lay down on the couch. You felt yourself slowly doosing off when you heard the door open.

You jumped in his arms and hugged him so tightly, that you were convinced — any tighter and you would cut his circulation. God, you missed this.

‘’Whoa, hey baby!’’ Chan laughed out. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips. ‘’Welcome home.’’ You looked up to see his tired eyes. ‘’Let’s get rid of those model – eye bags of yours.’’ You took his arm and softly led him to the bedroom. You pouted when Chan didn’t move and gently shook your hand off.

‘’Sorry baby, I need to shower first, I’m all sweaty. Don’t be sad, I’ll be right back’’ Chan gave you one last kiss before heading to the shower.

When he came back, you were already waiting for him with fresh sheets and sheet masks for the both of you. You two ended up talking for way longer than you were supposed to, making fun of each other’s faces with the on and Chan filling you in on all the crazy stuff that happened in the dorms. You realized how late it was when you two heard bird chirps outside. You mentally thanked god that you both have a day off and went to bed. Needless to say you two ended up sleeping till noon.

Minho:

Waking up with lee know by your side was one of the best feelings ever. It was one of those lucky days where he didn't have anything planned for the whole day. Lee know is really touchy with people who he loves and so you woke up facing each other, with his arms securily around your waist and legs entangled together. You felt safe in his hold. While you wanted to stay in his strong hold forever you knew that you have to get up eventually and knowing Minho, he will not be the first one to wake up.

You gave one last look at his relaxed, sleeping face. God, he is perfect. You gently brushed your fingertips along his jawline while thinking of how lucky you were to have someone as precious as him. You gave him a gentle kiss. You felt him slightly smiling against your lips.

"Good morning, baby" you said while gently brushing through his hair.

He let out a slight groan. "Just 5 more minutes..." Lee know said with his slight morning voice. "Or a little longer..." He mumbled while digging his head in your shoulder.

You knew that there was no escape. And so you accepted the faith that you were given and gave into the warmth of his body.

You both loved the feeling of being close to each other and that is exactly what you did.

Changbin:

You looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time, fixing your hair and smiling at your reflexion. You normally didn’t wear anything fancy when going out with Changbin, but today you were really feeling yourself.

Are you ready y/n? I’m waiting for you outside! :)

Just a second, I’m almost done. Can’t wait! ♡♡

You rushed outside to find your boyfriend fiddling with his phone, while leaning against a wall. When he saw you his eyes widened and he almost fell. We love a clumsy man

‘’Whoah, that was unexpected’’ He said while nervously touching the back of his neck. You just smiled and leaned in to give a small, but loving kiss. He deepened the kiss before letting go and leading you to the car.

While changbin was driving, you rested your head on his shoulder. Soft music was playing in the background. You lost track of time and before you knew it, you were already at the location.

You were really comfortable and wanted to stay in that position for a little while longer. You knew that Channie liked acting tough in public and didn't want to "ruin his image". That meant little to no pda.

Changbin gently shook you. "Were here it's time to go!"

"Channie, let's stay like this for a while." You said while playing with his hands.

He just laughed while turning to give you a kiss on the forehead. He was so soft for you. Few minutes passed and it was time to enjoy your date. Changbin held your hand the whole entire time. Congradulations you cracked him

Hyunjin:

Ok, sooo..... phone, keys, food, water aaaaannnd passport. You were ready. You headed out to JYP's building. Even after all these months the same manager never forgot yo ask for your passport, like you haven't vissited this building hundrets of times already. To be completely honest, you still weren't used to the huge building and managed to get lost every, damn time. With the help of a few workers there, you headed to the practising room.

When you found the right room you noticed that the door was already open. You peeked your head in and found Hyunjin all sweaty, sitting on the floor, while resting his head on the wall. You heard blasting music and a cold breeze of air, which was probabbly because he opened every, single window to let in some air, despite the multiple scolds from you about how he is going to get sick this way.

"He must have been practising there for hours... " you mumbled to yourself. You knew that it was hard being an idol. But when you saw him laying like that you got a reminder of exactly how much he puts in to achieve his dreams.

"You know that you can come in right?" You mentally cursed yourself. You got sidetracked by your thoughts and didn't even notice, that he noticed you staring at him.

"Hiii! I bought you lunch. Thought you might get hungry here." You sat down next to him and handed him the food you ordered before. It really wasn't much, but you couldn't trust yourself enough to touch the kitchen by yourself.

"Thank you, y/n! I don't know what I would do without you." Hyunjin kissed you and opened the food. "OMG YOU BROUGHT ME SUUUSHIIIIII!" Hyunjin's face lit up as he engulfed you in a giant bear hug. You laughed at his cute reaction. After he finnished the meal he put the emptied box down and just layed there with you on top of him.

"I love you, you know that right?" He mumbled under his breath while playing with the strands of your hair. You hugged him even tighter "I love you too, Hyunjinnie!"

Jisung:

,,Please Jisung-ah, I will watch literally anything else!’’

,,Commoon y/n! Please. I promise you it’s gonna be fun! If you watch this with me I’m going to be the one bringing the trash out for the next week.’’

,,Ugh fiiiiiiiiine…’’ You grunted.

You have no idea how he convinced you to do this. You hated horror movies. But there you were on the couch, scared shitless, hiding in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

Each time you jumped at the scary scene he laughed even harder. ‘’What are you scared of y/n? It’s really not that bad.’’ Jisung smirked devilishly knowing how much the movie affected you. He secretly enjoyed these moments where he could fill the strong, protective boyfriend role and feel your hands helplessly grabbing on his shirt. Also he just wanted to be able to make fun of you smh

After the movie you mentally took note to never watch a scary movie ever again. You were SHAKING and couldn’t help yourself from clinging to your boyfriend. You basically became a human koala bear and followed him everywhere. At first Jisung just laughed it off but then it started to become a problem when he couldn’t even get to the bathroom.

The tickle battle was on. Using the advantage, he ran and did what he had to do. After returning and seeing you hiding under billions of blankets, he felt bad for just running away like that and jumped in the bed with you.

‘’AAAGHHH you’re so cute, y/n.’’ He said squishing your cheeks and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

Felix:

You just woke up. You didn’t even realize that you fell asleep in the first place. You were chilling at the dorm with the boys so you didn’t know how you ended up sleeping in Felix’s bed. You sleepily rolled out of the comfy sheets and threw on one of his oversized, comfy hoodies and went downstairs.

You found Felix playing games with the other members. He was concentrated on the screen, wanting to prove that he is a good player, while everyone else teased him.

‘’Didn’t you start playing it 4 months before him?’’ Jisung laughed.

‘’Hey, he just got lucky. I’ll beat him next time.’’

You smiled and back hugged Felix placing your head in the crook of his neck.

‘’I think you did great!’’ You said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Felix got scared at first thinking that you were Minho trying to tease him, but once he realized that it was you he relaxed in your arms.

‘’Oh, you’re up already, y/n? I thought that you might hurt your back sleeping on the couch like that, so I carried you to my bed. Did you sleep well?’’

‘’Ugh not to interrupt you, but can you please get a room, we have to protect the children!’’ Bang Chan quietly begged. Felix jumped off the map and lead you back to his bed and you ended up spooning each other to sleep.

Seungmin:

"Seungminni, pleaassee! This is getting ridiculous." You pouted. You're boyfriend decided that it would be funny, to not give you any affection for the whole day. Whenever you leaned in for a kiss, he would dodge it. Whenever you tried to hug him, he managed to wiggle out of your grip. "Nu-uh it's only getting interesting now." Seungmin playfully winked at you and gave you a light pat on your head. Gosh you hate this little game of his. "I swear to god if you keep doing this to me, I will find someone else to cuddle with!" The smile on Seungmin's face disappeared as his eyes widened in shock. "Say sike right now or I will throw hands." (it's getting late and I'm so sorry) You didn't respond and just walked out the room. Seungmin soon followed and grabbed your hand. "I'm so sorry y/n. This was all a joke I really didn't mean to upset you." You saw the pain glisten in his eyes. Immediate guilt tripped over you. But then you remembered about his antics earlier. "Ha! Got you! The only one who I was going to cuddle was Mr. Flower bear. (Mr. Flower bear was a gift from Seungmin, for Valentine's Day. You named him that, because he had a flower crown on it's head.) Seungmin's shoulders dropped as a sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Oh my God, you almost gave me a heart attack. From now on I'm never letting you out my arms ever again." Sweet victory.

Jeongin:

Istg he makes me so soft I'm- You stood there with a big, comfy pillow in your arms. Jeongin opened the door and you were immediately hit with his precious smile and his little claps of excitement. "Hi, y/n! You ready?" It was an intense, late night, pillow fort movie marathon. You two just finished the last Harry Potter movie and having a debate over what's the best spell in the movie. "Common, Jeongin, Wingardium Leviosa is iconic. You can't deny that." "Yeah, but Expecto Patronum is still cooler. Would you rather make something float or see your spirit animal? I think that anyone with the right mind would pick the spirit animal." You sighed in defeat. You knew that he is too stubborn and you wondered why did you even start the debate. "Fine you win, let's watch another movie and then let's go to bed, it's getting late." "No pressure, but the last movie matters the most." You lock eyes with him and understand that a battle for the remote control is coming. You kissed him on the cheek, making him flustered and got a head start. Once he realized what you were doing, Jeongin caught you in his grip and started tickling you. You lost your balance from laughing so hard and right before you hit the floor Jeongin managed to catch your head. "Whoah, are you okay? I'm so sorry y/n, I didn't want you to get hurt." "I'm fine, but now I have the advantage of choosing the movie." Jeongin just showed you his tounge and hugged you tighter. "Whatever. As long as I spend time with you, I'm happy." You laughed at his cheesy line. "Gosh, I love you."

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anti-the-glitch-bitch · 4 years ago

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Into the Void

*This is my Dark/Anti horror story. There is no shipping of them or any Septiplier. There is such themes as blood, gore, torture, abuse and other things. If that’s not your thing then please move along. If it is your thing then I hope you enjoy. Please leave a comment on what you thing of it. I love comments.*

Word count: 2,480

"Mark Fischbach! You get your ass down here right now!" I yell at the top of my lungs, slamming the front door open at the same time. Mark was supposed to pick me up at the airport an hour ago, but he never showed up. I'm sure he probably got caught up in recording a video for his channel. I had texted and called him multiple times, but I never got a reply back. At times, being a Youtuber's friend can be frustrating. With a sigh, I turned to go back outside and start the arduous task of bringing my bags in. Before I can put even a foot out the door, I hear a loud thunk from upstairs and then barking.

A door slowly opens, and the barking gets significantly louder. I chuckle as a fluffy golden retriever runs down the stairs, straight at me, tail wagging a mile a minute.

"CHICA! How is the beautiful fluffy puppers?" I coo as I kneel down, so I can give her all the love she deserves. This is my first time ever meeting her, but Mark was always sending me pics and videos of her. So I'm pretty excited to get to love on her.

"Sorry, Bri. I..um..lost track of time." Mark's guilty voice comes from the stairs.

I look up and glare at him as he walks over to me. He scratches the back of his head as he gives me a sheepish grin. "You're lucky that Chica is sooo adorable. Otherwise, you would be in so much trouble! All you had to do was say you got held up. I would have understood, you ass!" I huff at him and go to grab my bags.

"So, are you saying I'm not adorable?" he gives me a fake pout as he throws his arm around my shoulder." Not when you leave me hanging at the airport with not even a call." I laugh as I hip bump him, causing him to stumble. I never could stay mad at him for long. His antics made me laugh too much for that.

"Well, since I'm off to such a bad start as a host. I'll get your bags." He grabs my two suitcases while I grab the smaller duffel bag.

Mark and I have been best friends since we were kids. We were neighbors when he lived in Ohio and became inseparable. We stayed super close until he moved to LA, and I stayed in Ohio. We texted and video chatted all the time, but it was never the same as being in person. When my boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me, I was absolutely devastated.

We were a month away from getting married. I had come home from a work meeting and realized all his stuff was gone. No note. Nothing. I locked myself in my apartment for over a week, just lay in bed. I didn't eat. I barely slept. I cut contact with everyone. I was numb to everything, and I did nothing to stop myself from spiraling faster and faster down into the abyss of nothingness.

I guess Mark and his girlfriend, Amy, got worried because the next thing I know, Mark is banging on my door early one morning, hollering at me to open my damn door. I'm not sure who was more shocked. Me, at their sudden appearance or them, at my disastrous looks.

Two hours later, and I've had my first shower and meal in who knows how long. They sat with me and let me cry on their shoulder for as long as I needed. Well, Amy did. Mark just sat on the couch, looking super uncomfortable and trying super hard to cheer me up. After awhile, Mark's joking nature started to cheer me up, and Amy joined in, talking about all the antics their friends had gotten up to. It was almost midnight when I finally had them convinced that I was feeling tons better. Before they left, Amy had managed to get a promise out of me that I would come to LA and stay for an undefined amount of time.

I was hoping I could get away with only a few days, but Amy wouldn't hear anything of it and told me to pack for at least two weeks. Guess I really worried them if they wanted to keep me for that long. That was the reason why one short month later, I was hauling my things into their house.

I follow Mark upstairs to the guest bedroom and throw my bag on the bed. Next thing I know, Mark has me in a giant hug. I tense at first but quickly relax into it. "I'm so glad you came, Bri. I've been worried about you. I was afraid you might bail on me last minute." His voice is thick with emotions as he puts his chin on my head.

I shrug as I fight not to cry. "I thought about it a million times, but in the, end I knew it would do me some good. Plus, I just plain missed you. Your videos just don't do the real you justice." I pull myself out of the hug and look around as I realize someone is missing. "Where is Amy at? I thought she was gonna be here."

"Oh, she went on a girl's trip with Sean's girlfriend. They wanted some time to bond over girl things. They didn't say how long they would be gone, but I'm sure they'll be back before you leave." He gives me a mischievous grin. "That means you’re stuck with me for who knows how long."

I start laughing like a maniac as I think of all the pranks I can pull on Mark without retribution from both of them. "OH no. That means you'll be stuck with ME. Now, what's a girl gotta do to get some food around this joint?" I rub my hands together and lick my lips as I think about eating real food.

He grumbles jokingly about not signing up to be my personal chef as he makes his way to the kitchen. I'm just about to follow when I notice a weird, flickering shadow flit across the doorframe. I look around the room to see what might have caused it but don't see anything.

I must be really tired, I think as I shake my head and continue on my way to the kitchen.

"Here's the thing. I've been so busy trying to get videos done, so I can spend time with you, that I forgot to make a trip to the store. I've got stuff to make sandwiches, or we can order out?" He is definitely not guilty as he tells me this. I'm pretty sure he is using me as an excuse to get fast food by the smile on his face.

"Damn, Mark. You act like I showed up out of the blue instead of planning this visit for a month. Sandwiches will be just fine with me." I laugh as I push past him towards the fridge. Mark is helping me get all the stuff together when there is a knock at the door. Chica instantly starts barking and makes a beeline for the door. Mark looks at me very quickly with a super not guilty look. The look on his face has me instantly on guard.

"Bri, please don't be mad, but I might have told Sean that you are gonna be staying with me and that you are a huge fan of his. I talk about you all the time to him, and he wanted to meet you. His girlfriend is on that trip with Amy so he is also gonna be staying here for a bit." That shithead was dead. His fans are going to be so pissed cause I am about to murder this man.

I don't know how my body did it, but it felt like all the blood in my face went straight to my cheeks. I'm a very shy person when it comes to anyone that might even be remotely famous. My anxiety goes into overdrive, especially since I might have a small celebrity crush on the Youtuber known as Jacksepticeye.

"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT?!" I'm sure if my voice was an octave higher, I could have shattered glass. Mark is laughing his ass off at my reaction and starts walking towards the door. "DON'T YOU DARE OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR!" I shriek in absolute panic.

That asshat is laughing so hard at this point that he has to lean against the wall to steady himself. Sean is apparently tired of waiting for Mark and decides to let himself in. "OI! Ya gobshyte going ta let me stand outside all day?" Sean makes eye contact with me as he says this before an unopened loaf of bread hits him directly in the face.

In my panic, my fight instincts kicked in, and I threw the 1st thing my hands came across. Luckily for Sean, it just happened to be bread. Then my flight instincts kick in. I give a horrified shriek, and I hightail it into my room with Mark's laughter following me the entire way. I close the door shut and rip the blanket off the bed. I then proceed to go to the closet, open the door, wrap the blanket around me and hide in the closet with the door shut.

I will become one with the Darkness if it's the last thing I do.

I'm only in the closet for about 10 minutes before Mark finds me. I'm no longer freaking out, but now the embarrassment is kicking into overdrive. "I live in this closet now. I can never leave. It is my home." I groan into the blanket.

"That was the funniest shit I've ever seen. My only regret is that I wasn't recording it." He chuckles as he pulls the blanket off my head. "You planning on hiding in here forever? I mean, it wasn't as bad as the time you met Daniel Cudmore." I groan even harder before I look up at him. " The difference between then and now is that Daniel didn't get A FACE FULL OF BREAD! This is the most embarrassing thing ever. I can never face him now. I hate you so much right now. This entire thing is your fault." I can only facepalm as my cheeks start heating up again. Mark chuckles as he shakes his head.

He briefly glances at the doorway and then back at me. He flops onto the floor just outside the closet door. "Sean thought it was funny...Well, once he got over the shock, that is. Come onnnnn. He came all this way from England just to meet one of my best friends. He can't do that if you hide away in here. He's just a regular dude that also happens to be a Youtuber. You'll never get over that weird celebrity shyness you have if you don't talk to him." he starts trying to yank the blanket off me.

"Ugh. Why do you have to bring logic into this? I can't help it if my stupid brain has to spazz out. Give me a few minutes to gather my courage. If I'm not downstairs in 15 minutes, then you can come get me like the barbarian you are." I laugh and try to yank the blanket back.

"You are such a chicken shit, I swear." He smiles and stands up. Before I can do anything else, he yanks the blanket super hard. It jerks me partially out of the closet, and I fall out, laying on my side. There is a familiar laugh close to the bedroom door that is neither mine nor Mark's. I immediately tense up and look at the doorway. Those blue eyes are the first thing I see. I overlook many other details except that cute Irish boi smile. Then I realize that Sean is standing in the doorway. Looking at me. I dive back into the closet while simultaneously yanking the blanket back in with me. I slam the closet door shut, and not even a second later, Sean and Mark are laughing hysterically.

Yuck it up, you assholes. I don't respond as I am now busy trying to make the floor more comfortable with the blanket. "You have to come out eventually, Bri. You can't stay in there all day." His voice gets farther away as he talks.

" I just need some time! Go play some video games or whatever shit you guys do together! I yell back at him.

There was no way in hell I was ever leaving this closet while Sean was here. I guess it's a good thing my phone is fully charged cause I'm going to need something to do in here. I get on YouTube and start watching my Darkiplier/Antisepticeye playlist.

I love Mark like a brother and would never be able to think of him any other way, but when he made that first video going full Darkiplier….I wasn't able to FaceTime him for two weeks because I would instantly think of Dark and start blushing. The first time I saw Anti's full appearance I completely fangirled. I must have watched the video on repeat a million times. What can I say? I love my bad boys.

I'm not sure how long I stay in the closet watching the videos but I feel myself start to get tired. I'm fighting sleep and losing badly. I'm just about to conk out when I feel a hand gently caress my cheek.

"You'll do just fine." a voice whispers to me as I fall unconscious.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 4 years ago

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Wendyy! Hello, hello!

I can't believe we follow the same meme pages!! I'm sooo happy. And I also love solitaire, though I've never played Scrabble in my life (maybe some day we can play online. Is that even possible? And please, don't kick my ass if we do 🥺).

I'm sorry to hear you are having a hard time, but I'm relieved knowing that are taking your time!!

I think I can upload some recipes during the weekend! I'll see how I'm going to share them, so bare with me for a few days more! Have you got any specific food in mind? Is there something you don't like? Let me know so I can start passing them to digital format (again, idk if this collocation is ok😣).

I totally get your point about travelling. It's really interesting to see other people who is completely different from you or your friends or the people you normally see in your city! I'd have like to go to museums or art galleries when I went to the USA, but we had really little time!! I guess it'll be the next I'm there!

So, I tried pepperoni pizza and it wasn't bad, but it wasn't my favourite! I'm really curious about the garlic butter crust. It sounds appetising 🤤🤤🤤. Also, thanks for teaching me how to say ice-cream in Norwegian!

About my pupper!! She is not the only one. There is another dog in my family and I forgot about her! I feel terrible! Her name is Florencia, but we call her Floppy! She is really short but she is big! It's so cute. I remember when she first came to my house, she was really ill-mannered. But as time passed by, she became a really good girl! However, she is REALLY jealous of Kira. They don't like each other at all 😣. But my family and I are trying to make them get along well! And about their nicknames, Floppy is just Floppy. But Kira has some others, like Kirita (it's a sort of diminutive), Pelopincho (which is the name of a brand that makes something like kiddie pools. Again, I had to do research about different types of swimming pools and I'm not sure about the terms I'm using. The reason why we call her like that is because she LOVES swimming pools, though she hates showers), pumpkin and baby (both in English 😂).

If I had to choose only one ice-cream flavour, I'd go with Lemon pie. Now, I know that lemon pie is exactly that, a pie. However, there are wonderful people on this planet that made possible to make this amazing dessert into ice-cream.

I haven't had pistachio ice-cream yet, but I really want to try it. I haven't found a place which sells it here yet!

So looked for the difference between gelato and ice-cream and I think we don't have that here. But, considering that gelato has lower fat content, I think that helados de agua (ice-cream made with water instead of cream) are the most similar thing around here. I like them a lot too. I tend to try them every time I have the opportunity. Just yesterday I had pink grapefruit and tangerine gelato (I guess it was gelato). It was really good!

I do have a favourite fruit, which is pineapple 🍍. I also like citrus and berries a lot. The only fruit I don't like are avocados (I hate it, sorry 😖😝) and plums.

What about your favourite ice-cream and gelato flavour? Have you tried pistachio? And what about your favourite fruit? What other countries have you been apart from the ones you have mentioned so far? What is your favourite colour?

Con mucho amor,

♠️V♠️

Ps: I realised I'm writing lengthy messages. If want me to shorten them, just tell me.

Good morning, V!

I promise I won't kick your ass at Scrabble lol! I'll make it easy for you, for sure. And I'm sure there's a way to play scrabble online! We'll have to do that very soon.

I don't have any specific recipes in mind. I just love to cook! I'm excited to see what you send and I'll take pictures when I cook it :)

There are so many beautiful museums and art galleries; I actually chose where to live based on the proximity to the local art gallery )it's within walking distance) and that has been the thing I do on my days off. I've got a membership, so I've seen almost every exhibit they have installed in the gallery for now. It'll change next month, which is what I look forward to the most!

What's your favorite type of pizza? Also, the garlic crust is just *mmmph* the pièce de résistance! My taste buds rejoice when the delivery man comes lol

Lemon pie ice cream! When I think about citrus-y ice cream, I get a little worried, but then again, I do love the taste of lemon and orange normally, so maybe it's worth a try!

F L O P P Y

I would like to buy one floppy, please. (Though Sebastian is plenty floppy himself.)

I'm okay with avocados in quac, but that's it. No plums for me either. To answer your questions: I love chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and berry flavored gelato. I have NOT tried pistachio (too scared to lol) My favorite fruits are apples, raspberries, and blackberries. I've also been to Amsterdam, Turkey, and Italy. We planned to go to Cancun for summer break, but that didn't work out the way we wanted it to. Maybe I'll go after we go to Ireland next year. And finally, my favorite color is blue. (Robin's egg blue to be exact, but I love all shades of blue).

What's your favorite color? Any preference between classical musicians or jazz? Do you prefer coffee or tea??

Can't wait to hear from you.

Jeg elsker deg!

Wendy

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allhailkingrooker51 · 5 years ago

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Sooo, I got Rookered again...

Soooo, I got Rookered again. This time at Geek’d Con in Shreveport, La. And just like the 1st time I saw Rooker, this time was just as amazing. I went up to see him several times each day resulting in some pretty epic Rooker moments, and I'm gonna try my hardest to remember every detail. So, without further ado, here’s the story of my 2nd adventure with the Rooker.

A little intro before I get to the good stuff.

First off, y’all have no idea how stoked I was that Rooker was coming to Shreveport! I was afraid I wasn’t gonna get to see him this year. He wasn’t coming to a con anywhere near me, and it’s an act of Congress for me to take off work to be able to travel to him. Geek’d Con was pretty much my last chance.

I had been watching Geek’d Con’s Facebook like a hawk hoping there might be a slim chance they would announce Rooker. Then they started hinting and dropping clues for about a month that they had their biggest guest so far coming this year. And every hint pointed directly to Rooker. I knew it had to be him.

One night, Geek’d Con posted on their Facebook page the last clue and that they would be announcing the guest at 8 am the next morning. I hardly slept a wink that night. I was too excited and failing miserably at trying not to get my hopes up. Geek’d Con is not a big con, and even though Rooker likes Shreveport, I was afraid that it might be too small of a con for him to come to.

Morning finally came, and I was awake way before my alarm. I decided to get up and go into work early to wait for the announcement. It’s not like I was sleeping anyways. This next part might be a little too much info and a little weird, but I’m gonna tell it anyway. While using my body wash in the shower that morning, a little bubble came out of the bottle and floated up in front of my face. I blew on it a couple of times, just playing around, and watched the bubble drift higher in the air. Then I followed it as it came back down again in front of my face, made a quick turn to my left, went around to my side, and landed smack dab on the cheek of my Rooker Skillset portrait tattoo on my left arm. That bubble was like a Rooker heat-seeking missile, making a bee-line straight for him. I took that as a sign. It had to be Rooker.

I finished getting ready for work and at 8 am on the dot, I checked Facebook. No announcement yet. I kept refreshing Geek’d Con’s page over and over again like a lunatic. I swear it felt like an eternity. Then at 8:03, I refreshed the page once again, and I saw Yondu. My heart flipped, and I damn near dropped my phone. Rooker was coming to Geek’d Con!

I immediately took a screenshot, and with my hands shaking like crazy, told the Rooker Hookers first. Then I texted my sister, my mom, my best friend, hell anyone that I could that Rooker was coming to Shreveport. I couldn’t stop smiling. For once, I was actually excited going to work.

When I got to work, I showed my boss, who is also one of my best friends and who has to put up with my Rooker obsession more than anyone. He was excited for me, and I convinced him to come meet him, too.

So for the next 4 months, I waited and waited and waited for Geek’d Con to get here. I ordered Rooker’s gifts, designed a special shirt to wear that Saturday, printed out some goofy Rooker pictures for him to sign, even had Rooker socks made. When August 16th, finally arrived, I was ready.

Friday, August 16th, 2019

Geek’d Con was only open from 6 pm to 9 pm that Friday, but I had been told that Rooker would be there all 3 days, which meant I would be there all 3 days. So I took off work early and drove the almost 2 hours to my parent’s house, who live just outside of Shreveport. I had been a nervous wreck all week. I guess I was a little nervous about seeing Rooker again, but mostly I was nervous about getting all the gifts I had planned on giving him through security.

I had to get into town early because I had a few errands to run before I picked up my friend, who had also gone with me to see Rooker in Houston last year. One of the errands was picking up some dark chocolate-covered pretzels that I had ordered just for Rooker at a local chocolate store in town. I hadn’t planned on bringing him pretzels since he gets those at cons all the time, but these were dark chocolate which I knew he liked the best. And, boy, am I glad I decided to get them!

I picked my friend up a little later, and we headed up to the convention center. I wore one of my Rowdy Burns shirts and one of the pairs of socks I had made with Rooker’s face all over them (I had 4 pair, and I mixed and matched them each day, and of course, forgot to show Rooker any of them...AARRGH.) That line getting in couldn’t go fast enough. I was so excited to see him again!

Again, my only worry was getting through security with Rooker's gift. I’ll get to what the gift was a little later on, but the closer we got to bag check, the more anxious I got. Luckily, we made it through without any problems.

We headed inside and walked towards the back and found Rooker’s table. He wasn’t out yet. No biggie. The doors had only been open about 30 minutes or so. We walked around a little, and then found a table near Rooker’s booth. We decided to just sit and wait until he came out. Seven o’clock came. No Rooker. Eight o’clock came. Still no Rooker. At 8:40, they announced there were 20 minutes left before closing. We headed out after that. I admit I was bummed that he wasn’t there, but that just meant I’d have to go see him extra the next day.

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Saturday morning, I was up and at ‘em early again. My racing brain wouldn’t let me sleep. But, I had to be up early anyway to go pick up the rest of Rooker’s gift for that day before the con opened at 10 am.

I had decided a while back that on the Saturday morning of the con, I was going to bring him a bunch of snacks, some from local places around town. The pretzels and a bag of Zapp's Voodoo chips were a part of that, but I still had two more things to get.

I picked up my friend again and headed to a bakery that I swear makes the best cakes in the world and picked up the little, mini red velvet cake I had ordered for him. We left there and drove alllll the way across town to get Rooker some donuts from Southern Maid (if you ever get the chance, definitely get donuts from there - they're not fancy but seriously they’re the best ever).

When we got to the convention center, I put all of his snacks in a gift bag (with the no outside food/drink rule, I figured there was a better chance getting it all through security if it looked like an actual gift). And it worked! The snacks and the other gift made it through! My nerves instantly calmed, and I was home free to finally see the Rooker.

We immediately went towards the back to his booth, but he wasn’t out yet. There were a good many people already waiting for him, but I didn’t want to get in line just yet. I was hoping the crowd would kind of lessen just a little first so I would have some time to explain all the stuff I brought him. We sat down at the same table as the night before and waited. About 30 minutes later, there he was!

Omg, I was so excited to see him! He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt, and his Atlanta Metro Studios cap. And no shades! Which is very important when one of your favorite things about Rooker is those damn eyes of his.

We waited about 10 more minutes, but the line never got smaller. I decided it was now or never and went to get in line.

While we were waiting in line, there was a person in an inflatable T-Rex costume nearby that had a sign for “Free Hugs". You probably already know what happened when Rooker saw it. He escaped from his table and hugged that T-Rex so hard his cap fell off.

When we finally got to his helper, she noticed the shirt I was wearing and busted out laughing and took a picture of it. I was hoping Rooker would have the same reaction.

The person in front of me finally got through, and it..was..my..turn. Surprisingly, I was still very calm. I walked up to Rooker and said, “Hey, Rooker, you remember me?” He said, “I do!” I put the gift bag of snacks and his other gift on the table in front of him and he busted out laughing.

“What is all this?!”

“I brought you a bunch of snacks in case they don't feed you good here.”

I started to tell him what was in the bag and that's when he noticed my shirt. Awhile back when Rooker had first started growing his hair out again, Sean Gunn had posted a picture of Rooker with his hair all crazy and called him an “international sex symbol” in the caption. So, naturally, I had that same picture printed on a shirt with the same caption. He laughed when he saw it and said, “Ya' know, not many men can pull off that look.” He took his cap off and started pulling his hair in all directions. His curls were a little wild. I said, “I know, but you pull it off really well.” He was still playing with his curls and I wanted to touch his hair so bad. So I went for it. I said, “Can I touch ‘em, I gotta touch ‘em, Rooker.” He leaned over and I grabbed a handful of his hair. It's so soft, y'all!

After the hair touching moment, we went back to discussing his snacks. I said, “I brought you some of the best donuts in the world and…” That’s when he saw a fork in the bag and asked what it was for. “For this.” I pulled out the little mini cake and told him it was red velvet (which I had read a long time ago was his favorite). Y'all he smiled and laughed the whole time.

He immediately came around the table and gave me a huge hug and said I was too sweet always bringing him stuff. Then it just kind of slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t even realize I had said it ‘til it was too late. As he's still hugging me and telling me how nice I am and that I don't have to bring him stuff, I said “Well, I love you, Rooker. You’re my favorite person in the world.” Good God, I told Michael Rooker I loved him to his face. And I don’t really say that to anybody. Looking back now, though, I'm glad I did. That man makes my world go round, and I want him to know that.

After he hugged me and still laughing, he walked over to my friend, grabbed her face in his hands, and said “She always like this? Bringing presents and stuff?” She said yes and Rooker laughed again.

I went over to the bag and pulled out the little box of chocolate covered pretzels. I said,” Look, Rooker, I wasn’t gonna bring you pretzels ‘cause I know you get them all the time, but these are dark chocolate ones I had made especially for you."

He grabbed the box, opened it, held it out for the people in line to see and said, “Aww, look everyone.” That's when one of the best things that's ever happened to me happened.

Rooker took one of the pretzels and held it up to my mouth for me to take a bite. Unfortunately, I had just gotten a piece of mint gum from my friend not 10 minutes earlier.

I said, “Ew, Rooker, no I have gum.”

I shoulda known Rooker wasn’t gonna take ‘no' for an answer.

He grinned and pushed the pretzel further towards my mouth, "Take a bite.”

So I did.

As soon as my mouth touched that pretzel, he leaned in and took a bite out of the other side at the same time. We ‘Lady and the Tramp'd’ that pretzel. His mouth was like inches away from mine. Gotta admit, I was a little shocked, but I laughed, he laughed, hell his whole line was laughing. I'm sure my face was redder than a tomato.

As I’m still chewing the now disgusting combination of chocolate pretzel and mint gum growing into an oddly textured rubbery substance in my mouth, he says “Here, lemme have it" and he holds his hand out for me to..spit..my..gum..out..in..his..hand.

I said, “Ew, Rooker, I'm not gonna do that …it’s ok, I'll suffer.” He laughed again.

Still trying to recover from that moment, I realized I still hadn’t shown him his other gift. We walked closer to the table, and he said, “What is this?” I said, “You remember last year I gave you the shot glass?” He said yes. I opened the box and said, “Well, I got you these to kind of go with it.” This time I had gotten him two whiskey glasses made with .45 caliber bullets molded into the side (hence the reason I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get them through security). On one glass, I had “I'm Mary Poppins, Y'all!” etched, and the other with an ‘R' and ‘Rooker’. He loved them. He said they were beautiful and took each one out and showed it to everybody. He looked at me and said, “At least they’re .45s. That's the only thing that'll stop a Jack and Coke.” He made himself giggle. It was great.

He ended up giving me like a gazillion hugs the whole time and then told me that I got to pick out a picture for him to sign.

I laughed and said, “No, it's ok, Rooker. I don't bring you stuff to get free autographs. I have some stuff for you to sign in my bag anyway so I'll be back in a little while. You know you gotta put up with me all weekend.”

He laughed again and before I walked away, I lifted up my sleeve and asked him if he remembered my “Sexy Thanos" tattoo as he called it last time. He said, “Yeah, I remember and that ain’t sexy Thanos, that's sexy Rooker.”

I don’t think I could have smiled any bigger than I was when I walked away from his table.

A little while later was photo ops. I had bought one for Saturday and Sunday. His line stretched almost the entire length of the convention center. You could definitely tell that Rooker was the star of Geek'd Con.

The whole time we were waiting in line, Rooker would periodically stick his head out of the curtain and pull the curtain up tight around his face to where his face was all that was showing. I tried to get a picture cause it was adorable as hell, but as soon as I would get my phone out, he would disappear behind the curtain again.

When it was my turn to take the picture, I went up to Rooker and he put his arm around me and I did the same to him. Here's where it gets really good.

Usually, photo ops go by insanely fast. Like seconds fast. But for some reason, there was a delay between my photo and the one before. Rooker's event manager was talking to the photographer about something so that left me and Rooker to ourselves for a moment.

If y'all don't know yet, Rooker in a backwards baseball cap is THE sexiest thing on the planet to me. Last year, he wore one of his Penman hats so I didn’t get to ask him this. This year, I said ‘fuck it’ and went for it.

With him standing right next to me with his arm still around me, I leaned over and said, “Rooker, will you do me a favor?”

He turned towards me, his face inches away from mine, and looked right in my eyes and said, “What's that baby?”

I..could..have..died..right..then..and..there. The feeling of Rooker that close to you. His eyes staring right into your soul. Lawd help me.

I said, “Will you turn your hat around backwards?”

He gave me a slow grin and said, “Yeah, baby.” He turned his cap around but kind of looked a little confused.

I said, “I like it better that way. It's hotter like that.” Yeah, I still can’t believe I said that, too. But I felt I needed to explain why I asked him.

He laughed and grabbed me in a big bear hug, the kind that almost knocked both of us over. He said,” Oh, that gets you all hot, huh?” I said, “Uh, yeaaah." Fuck it. I was being honest. He busted out laughing again, but it was time to take the photo. So we straightened up and I said, “Now you gonna have me blushing.” He grinned and said, “I know, it's great.”

We took the photo and he hugged me again and then held my hand and said ‘thank you, baby’. His event manager asked if he had seen my shirt. He laughed and said yes, and held my hand ‘til I really had to walk away.

We immediately got back in his line so I could get my first autograph. This time, I had him sign one of his old headshots which was him as Zeedo from The Replacement Killers.

Time for a little backstory. A couple of years ago, I got a new dog and named him Rooker. Last year I showed Rooker a meme I had made with him and my dog. He got a kick out of it. Well, almost two months ago, I rescued another dog that had been living in horrendous conditions at a puppy mill in south Louisiana. From the first time I saw this dog, I knew he was supposed to be mine. I got approved for his adoption, named him Zeedo, and he became one of my pack.

Now back to Rooker. When it was my turn, I went up to him and gave him the Zeedo headshot to sign. I pulled out my phone and said, “Rooker, you remember last year I showed you my dog, Rooker? Well, I adopted another dog last month and named him Zeedo.” I showed him a picture of him.

He said, “Aww.” He looked back down at the headshot and said, “Zeedo frommm?” He couldn’t think of the name of the movie. I said,” The Replacement Killers.”

He laughed,” Yes! The Replacement Killers! You know when I grow a goatee like that now, it’s definitely not that color anymore.”

He then noticed the packet of headshots and other pictures I was holding in my hand. He grabbed them and started flipping through them saying he was gonna sign another. I said, “No, you signed all those last time.” He said, “I'm not gonna sign all of them, just my favorite one.” He pulled out the hot young headshot and signed it again and then said something about his resume on the back. And I still forgot to ask him about clown training! I’m so mad at myself!

Another backstory - I need to mention that earlier one of my mom's old co-workers had found us at Geek'd Con. She knew I loved Rooker and had been messaging me about him a couple of months before Geek'd Con. She stood with us in line during the Zeedo headshot signing. Before we got to Rooker, we were talking about going to his panel which was in a couple of hours. She had never met Rooker before or been to one of his panels. I told her how Rooker doesn’t play by the rules, and there was no way he was gonna sit at the table on the stage. I don’t think the Geek'd Con folks really had any idea what they were getting themselves into with Rooker, and I was super curious to see how his panel would be.

While Rooker was signing his old headshot, my mom’s co-worker asked him how old he was in that photo. He figured he was in his early to mid-20s. That original 1991 press photo I have of Rooker with his soda and popcorn at a movie premiere was also in the stack of headshots. He saw it and I said, “Aww, lookit that baby.” He laughed, “Yeah, that young, hot baby.” I said, “Oh, Rooker, you’re still hot.”

He gave me a tight, squishy sideways hug and we said our goodbyes for the moment.

We snuck in late to the panel before his to try to get a good seat. My boss had also texted me in the meantime that he and his wife were on their way. They weren’t sure they would be able to come that particular day, but they ended up making it just in time for his panel.

Rooker’s panel was full of typical Rooker shenanigans. And just as I had expected, Rooker never sat down at the table and lasted about 7 minutes pacing on the stage before he jumped off and ran out into the audience taking questions.

After his panel, we rushed back to Rooker’s booth one last time before he left for the day. I couldn’t wait for my boss to meet Rooker. You know how Rooker and James Gunn are together? Best friends who are constantly bullshitting one another? That’s exactly how me and my boss are. And for the longest time, I’ve been telling my boss every time he fucks with me that someday I would get Rooker to beat him up. Now, they would both be in the same room, and I could finally get Rooker to ‘beat him up’.

I had Rooker sign that goofy picture of him behind the scenes of “Super”. He said, “Hey, it’s Super! I was just talking about Super! Lookit that expression!”, talking about the silly face he was making. After he signed the picture, I pointed to my boss and said, “Rooker, I need you to beat him up for me.”

“Whhhhy?”

“Because he’s my boss and he’s mean to me and I always tell him that I’m gonna get you to beat him up.”

Rooker told my boss to give him his hand. My boss thought he was asking to shake his hand, but instead, Rooker takes my boss’s hand and starts smacking the back of it while saying ‘Bad! Bad! Bad!’ like he was scolding a little kid.

We said goodbye after that and I told him that I’d be back tomorrow to see him again. I also said, “I have some more things to give you.” He misheard me and said, “WHAT? You have more things to do?!” like he was upset or sad I wasn’t coming to see him. I busted out laughing and said, “Noooo, more things to give you.” He smiled really big and said “Ohhh..omg more stuff?" and called me a doll and said I was too sweet. And that was the end of the epic first day.

Sunday, August 18th, 2019

My friend couldn’t come with me to Geek'd Con on Sunday due to work so I drug my 10-year-old niece along. She didn’t mind though. She loves superhero movies and she knows who Rooker is because of me. Plus, I bribed her by telling her I would buy her something while we were there.

We got to the convention center right when the doors opened at 11 that morning, and after going through security, went straight to Rooker’s booth. He was already out and there weren’t that many people in line at that time, so I decided to go ahead and go see him. I had my Bud Melks poster for him to sign and another gift to give him.

As soon as we got to Rooker, someone brought him another cup of coffee. I had to wait for him to pour his new coffee into his old cup, laughing and watching him almost spill coffee all over the place. When he was done, he asked, “Whatcha got?” talking about the poster I had in my hand. I unrolled my Bud poster out in front of him and said, “You remember I have your Bud coveralls? I’m gonna frame this to hang up, too.”

“Yes, you do. Oooh, this looks nice.” He held the poster up for everyone to see, and then asked everyone in line if they had seen Belko. I don’t think anyone said yes. He laughed and joked, “Well don’t, it’s terrible!” The line had gotten somewhat longer behind me so I decided to give him his gift a little while later so I wouldn’t take up any more time.

My niece and I walked around some, and I made good on my promise of buying her something. When we came back around, there were only like 2 or 3 people in Rooker’s line so I went up to give him a gift. This one needed a little explaining.

I went up to Rooker and gave him one of those Yondu car air fresheners I had posted to my tumblr and Rooker Facebook pages awhile back. He said, “Aww, what is this?” I told him how I had found these Yondu air fresheners a couple of months ago and that I had posted them to FB and IG. I almost didn’t want to tell him that I had a Rooker FB page, but I kinda had to. I said, “I have a Rooker FB page called All Hail King Rooker.”

He said, “All hail what?”

“King Rooker.”

He busted out laughing. “Ahh, King Rooker. Okay.”

“Ok, so, I posted these on my Rooker FB, and Kim (who runs the Rookerholics FB page) commented on the picture saying that you needed some for your Airstream. So, I was like ‘yesss, he needs some for his Airstream!’ So, I go to buy you some, but they were sold out. And they’ve been sold out ever since. Soooooo, I’m giving you my extra one.”

He loved it and said, “Awww. Thank you, baby.” He took it out of the package and put it together.

I then told him that I had taken out the air freshener thingy ‘cause it was shit and never worked but the little Yondu still looks cool.

We talked a little more and he came around the table to give me another hug. He then asked my niece her name and held out his hand for her to shake it. He teased her a little bit about not shaking his hand hard enough so he taught her how to shake hands properly but not too hard that it would break his hand. I explained to him that she was my niece and that I didn’t have any adult supervision anymore. He laughed and told my niece not to let me get in any trouble. I told him, “You know the only trouble I’d be getting into is over here with you, Rooker.” He laughed again and gave me another hug, telling me how sweet how I was. And I did it again, y’all. While he still had his arms around me, I said, “I love you, Rooker. And, I’ll be back later to give you more stuff.” He said, “Dammit, woman!” as he pulled away and I left his line again smiling like an idiot.

I had another photo op a little later, but not much happened during that one. I mean other than the fact that I got to stand close to him again with his arm around me and he held my hand as I walked away, but...

It was nearing the end of the afternoon and Rooker had another round of photo ops at 3 pm. The con closed at 5 and I was afraid he might be leaving after his photo ops. I decided to go get in his line one last time and do the thing I had been dreading all weekend, saying goodbye.

I had him sign a couple more pictures, one being a photo of him from Thief, which he filmed in Shreveport. He was like ‘Oooh, Thief.” I said, “Yep, you signed my Super (which was also filmed in Shreveport) pic yesterday and Thief today.” He told me he still has the suspenders he wore in that photo. I asked if he remembered me telling him that my stepdad was a cop and that he had been working on the set of Thief and met Rooker years ago. He said yeah, and I explained to him that my stepdad had just retired from the force after like 30 years or so and that his retirement party was in a couple of weeks and it was being held at the same place that he filmed his last scene in Thief. (The place is actually an event hall and my sister works there now.) He thought that was pretty cool. I also had him sign the crazy-haired “International Sex Symbol” picture, too.

His line started to get really long and I felt like I needed to hurry, so I gave him the last few things I had for him, a Shreveport Police Dept. patch, a Shreveport Fire Dept. patch, and a Matchbox car of a Shreveport Police cruiser. I explained the stuff really quick and said, “This is it, Rooker. I gotta go. This is all I got. I won’t be coming back anymore.” He grabbed me up in another tight hug that nearly knocked us off balance, and said, “Me neither!” I said, “Noooo, Rooker, you have to come back. Please!” He laughed and said he would. He then pointed to my niece and said that she’d be full-grown next year when he’s here. I told him goodbye and walked away one last time.

I swear it was like instant depression walking away from his table knowing that I wouldn’t be seeing him again. And I know he calls a lot of people ‘baby’ or ‘sexy’ or any of his other pet names and gives hugs to everybody, but damn if he doesn’t make you feel special. It’s like no one else exists but the two of you when he’s talking to you. He makes me forget, if just for a moment, all the negative thoughts that I have about myself, the depression, the way I’ll never be good enough for anyone. He makes me truly..happy, and no one else on earth makes me feel the way that he does. And I hope that he knows that. Walking away from him is seriously one of the hardest things to do.

So, again, that’s it. That’s my second adventure with the Rooker, the most beautiful person inside and out in the entire world. I’m not sure when I’ll get to see him next, but if it’s up to me and written in the stars, there will be a next time. I already have some more gift ideas (gotta keep up my sugar mama ways) and another pretty epic shirt design that I think he’ll get a kick out of. So, until next time, farewell y’all! :)

#michael rooker #rooker #geekd con #I love this man so much #like soooo fucking much

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incognito-burri · 7 years ago

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Loving Me is Like Loving War

[ part 1 ] - [ part 2 ]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

PART 3

A/N: Aggghhhh I’m sorry this has taken so long to post! I’ve had a wondrously shitty week and just haven’t got round to it. But it’s good to know people are enjoying! Part 4 should be up tomorrow or monday. ALso - someone inboxed me asking to be tagged in new parts but i’m an actual noob and forgot to note down their name sooo if that’s you then sorry! Message me and I’ll promise not to be a noob again. (if anyone else wants tagging then just let me know :) )

As Billy strutted off, you stood frozen in the corridor; all you wanted to do in that moment was run home, climb into bed and consume a ridiculous amount of ice cream whilst trying not to think about Billy. But that wasn’t an option, you had to consult your friends about the pressing issue that was Billy Hargrove.

Also, you had a Biology test last that you really couldn’t miss.

You spent the rest of your lunchtime explaining your encounter with Billy Hargrove to Rachel and Megan, your two closest friends, and for some reason they weren’t surprised.

“C’mon, Y/N! You must have noticed how much he’s been staring at you the past few weeks…” said Megan

“What’re you talking about?” you were confused. You hadn’t even seen him around the past few weeks, let alone noticed him staring.

“Seriously? You haven’t noticed? Oh my god you’re so utterly oblivious! It’s actually painful – I thought you would notice and eventually bring it up…”

“No, of course I didn’t bloody notice! I don’t take any notice of Billy Hargrove apart from when I’m taking a mental note of how much of a dick he is!” You said rather loudly. Loud enough for people to stare.

“She’s got a point Megan, he is a massive cock.” Chirped Rachel.

“You’re siding with her? Are you kidding?!” exclaimed Megan.

“I’m not siding with anyone, I’m just saying he is a huuuggee asshole.” Rachel replied.

“Yes, but he’s an insanely hot asshole. Does no one else feel like the pros outweigh the cons here? Really?”

“Jesus Christ, Rachel. You’re so shallow!”

“Oh, for fucks sake! Stop bloody bickering! It doesn’t matter who’s siding with who and who thinks who’s hot. I’m not fucking going!” This was a blatant lie, you were 100% going on that date. You had a feeling he wouldn’t leave you alone until you did anyway. And also who were you kidding? The guy was fucking gorgeous.

“What?!!” said Megan

“Gooooddd!!” said Rachel, simultaneously.

“Yep. Not going. Billy Hargrove is a dick and I don’t want to get involved with him. Now can we please focus on this Biology revision!” You said, putting an end to the conversation.

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As soon as you got home you grabbed a selection of food and ran upstairs to prepare for your date, because even though he wouldn’t be arriving for about another 3 and a half hours, you needed to start preparing yourself.

You took a bite from your banana and started pacing around your room. You had no idea where to start: you still needed to pick out something to wear, figure out what the fuck to do with your hair and you had no idea about makeup. You didn’t want to try too hard, but at the same time you were pretty fucking excited and you didn’t want him to think you were a weirdo that smelt and looked like ass. After thinking it over for a bit, you decided a shower was the best place to start.

After some extensive scrubbing you were convinced you had grated off the top two layers of skin at least, but you were clean. You checked the time – 17:25 – shit. Billy would be here in just over an hour and a half and you still had no idea what you planned to wear. Now panicking, you ran over to your wardrobe, swung open the doors and began frantically flicking through all your clothes. “No. No. No. Jesus Christ, why do I own nothing decent?” You said aloud. Finally, you picked out the maroon skater dress that you loved, your black corduroy jacket and paired them with some plain black pumps, just to stop things becoming too formal.

From there, you went over to your mirror where you started on your makeup: foundation, eyebrows, mascara and finally some blush. You didn’t want to go too overboard – the idea of boosting Billy’s ego even further if he realised you were actually trying wasn’t an idea you liked; it was big enough as it was.

You had just managed to pull your uncontrollable hair up into an almost perfect messy bun when you heard the dreadful honking of the Camaro outside, but the clock read 18:54 and you decided that if Billy was going to arrive early, he would have to fucking wait until 7. When you were ready.

As it turns out, however, you weren’t actually ready until 19:04 and apparently Billy didn’t like waiting; you left your room and heard his obnoxious, purring voice in the kitchen charming your mother. Great.

You hurried downstairs and burst into the kitchen, catching Billy with half a biscuit in his hand and your mum practically drooling. Ugh.

“Right, okay. C’mon, let’s go.” You said to Billy, anxious to leave. He didn’t reply, only stared at you momentarily before winking at you, licking his lips and turning to leave.

“Goodbye, Mrs Y/L/N. Thanks for the biscuit.” He took another bite, smiled at her charmingly and then walked straight out the door. Your mum simply giggled and looked at you encouragingly and you ran out after Billy.

By the time you had made it out the house, he was already leaning against his car with a lit cigarette, smiling to himself. It wasn’t until you were a few feet away that he said anything: “Hey there little one, looking gorgeous. As ever.” He said as he looked up at you through his dark eyelashes and exhaled a cloud of smoke. You were pretty sure you died a little.

Fucking hell, you thought, he’s so damn hot.

You just smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“What, are you a mute now?” he chuckled, taking another drag.

You laughed. “Uh, no.” You said, “I just don’t really know how to respond to compliments…”

“Well, you better figure it out. There’s more where that came from.” He said, but you couldn’t tell if he was being serious. It was then that you looked from your feet to find Billy staring at you intently before he quickly looked away, blushing.

“Anyway, like you said. Let’s go.”

He flicked his cigarette to the curb and smiled at you as he opened the passenger door, gesturing for you to climb in.

Wow. Maybe Billy isn’t a complete dick after all. Maybe he’s actually alright.

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imagine-loki · 7 years ago

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Taming the rage

TITLE: Taming the Rage

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 66

AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine Odin tells Loki that he has to marry and it’s you. You’ve hated him for years. Every time he sees you in the palace he smirks knowing all the duties you’ll have to perform as his princess, making you cringe. He isn’t exactly fond of you either, but can’t help looking forward to the challenge.

RATING: Teen

While Loki was becoming besties with the floor, Eir had another surprise for Erika. The lab had developed a pill form for the present dose of antidote she was taking and she offered it under one condition. Erika was not to push herself physically simply because she had more freedom to do so and she was to stay with her for another three weeks. Erika assured her Loki wouldn’t allow that and knowing how diligently he’d cared for her, Eir believed it. She’d also known about Lokis plan to propose. Not only was she concerned the next few days of wedding preparations may exhaust Erika, but Frigga had secretly spoken to her. She wouldn’t reveal what, but told Eir the couple needed to be informed of something extremely important after marrying and feared it may cause Erika great stress. Therefore, Eir wanted immediate access to her just in case. Once Erika promised to agree, she removed her IV and Loki came to just as Eir was putting a bandage on Erikas hand.

He stood abruptly and snapped at Eir.

“What the hell are you doing? She’ll die without that!”

Erika rubbed his arm. “Loki no, it’s alright. Please listen?”

After an explanation, he calmed down and apologized. “Forgive me Eir. I think that may have been one too many unexpected surprises in one day.”

He rubbed his head and Erika chuckled. “Are you alright?”

“I’m a God, I’ll be fine.” Eir was pursing her lips as he glanced back at her. “So she’s really doing that good?”

“Yes, she is.”

He smiled at Erika.“Then I couldn’t be happier.”

“Honestly.” She teased. “You don’t trust Eir by now?” She stepped off the table and took his hand. “Come on daddy. We have news to spread.”

“Daddy? You learned that word from Jane didn’t you? And not until you eat.”

“Fine.” She replied.

Eir smirked as Erika lead him out the door, glancing back with her eyes crossed.

“Valhalla help me if I don’t.”

Upon reaching Thors, all were happy to hear that Saturday was a go and Erika was well enough to be free of her dancing partner. As she and Loki kept smiling however, Jane sensed something was up.

“Okay. What aren’t you guys telling us?”

Loki suddenly held his arms in the air, flexing his muscles all proud. “My boys can swim everyone! They can swim!” He blurted.

Erika slid a hand down her face. “I can’t believe you just said that. Exactly how hard ‘did’ you bump your head?” She glanced at everyone. “We’re having twins.” Then glanced back at Loki. “And how do know they’re boys you dork?”

Loki pointed at Jane while looking at Erika. “Another word you learned from her I gather?”

It finally registered with everyone just as Erika stuck her tongue out at him and Junior started laughing.

“WHAT?” Said Jane, pulling her into a hug. “Well you came back with a bang girl, this is great!”

Frigga smiled and did the same. “Oh my. You’ll need your own nanny now Darling.”

Thor was shaking Lokis hand. “Congratulations. Sleep while you can, you’ll need it.”

Frigga walked over and hugged him. “Leave it up to you.” She teased. “The God of Mischief and what’s this about bumping your head?”

Loki rolled his eyes. ��It’s not important.”

“It is funny though.” Said Erika.

He sighed, knowing she was about to explain.

“Someone was a little ‘shocked’ to learn of his ‘double trouble.’”

Thor smirked at him. “Brother, you didn’t.”

Everyone was laughing until Erika suddenly yawned.

“Oh oh, party’s over for you.” Said Loki.

“Alright, but give me a moment?” She turned to Frigga. “May I speak with you alone please?”

They emerged from another room shortly after and once Loki and Erika left, Frigga had an errand to run. Ten minutes later, she was at her seamstresses. “This will be the dress and I’ll bring her around tomorrow.” ~~~~~~ After they arrived in Erikas room, Loki watched as she changed back into one of Eirs gowns.”

“Now who’s ogling who?” She asked.

“Oh? At least, I’m not hiding like a dirty little pervert.”

Her jaw fell open as she climbed onto the bed. “Loki!”

“What? I’ve no problem with your perversions Darling, the kinkier the better. And what were you discussing with Mother?”

“‘My’ perversions? This coming from someone who makes clones of himself and takes joy in them endlessly teasing me while he watches with his dick in his hand? And none of your business by the way. You’ll find out soon enough.”

A devilish smirk spread across his face. “Come now, you loved every minute of it.”

“Okay, I’m going to sleep now.”

When she laid down, Loki leaned to her stomach. “Hello there. Allow me to inform you that you exist because someone forgot her birth control when we went camping.”

Erikas cheeks went scarlet. “How did you know?”

“In a minute, I’m not done speaking with them.”

She rolled her eyes as he continued.

“And instead of opting for a spanking…”

Erika began sliding the pillow from beneath her.

“Your Mother chose kinky sex while I whispered very nasty things to her…”

She attempted a whack, but Loki caught it, pressed it against her boobs and shook them with it.

“Because she’s perverted!”

They laughed as he put it back. “I didn’t figure it out until long after the trip. Is that what you were searching for that morning?”

“Yes.”

Loki kissed her. “I’m very happy you forgot them. Do you realize what it means now that we’ve learned of my ‘double trouble’ today?”

“Triple including me.” She teased. “But what exactly?”

He smiled while caressing her cheek. “That now I’ll have three Angels to love instead of two.” ~~~~~

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Erika took a shower in the morning and Loki was chuckling when she came out.

“What?” She asked.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were doing something else in there by all the sounds you were making. ‘Mmm. Oh this is sooo goood! Ahhh.Yesss!’”

She shook her head. “Very funny. Did you bring me any clothes?”

“Yes, why?”

“I have to be somewhere this morning with my Mother in law.”

“I see. Then I’ll have to find something to occupy my time then.”

Frigga stole Erika away shortly after breakfast and Loki decided he’d go riding. He’d just left his chambers, when running into Volstagg and Hogun on their way to the palace Lounge.

“Have a date with horsey?” Asked Volstagg.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

After asking about Erika and learning of the twins, they convinced him to join them for a celebratory drink. One lead to another while playing darts and they teased him about becoming a Father with her.

“All those years you drove her so crazy and she never killed you? I still can’t believe it.” Said Hogun.

“Neither can I.” Said Loki.

“And now you’re creating more like her.” Teased Volstagg. “Have you lost your fucking mind? We should just dig you a grave and shoot your sorry ass into it now. I guarantee it would be less painful.”

Loki laughed. “You’re probably right.”

Hogun leaned towards Volstagg. “How much do you think he’d pay us not to tell her he said that?”

Loki cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “How easily do you think it would be for me to shoot you both and bury you in that hole before you even drew a weapon?”

Volstagg got the bar servants attention. “Four more doubles please and two go to our Prince.”

Too busy enjoying themselves, none had considered eating, so all three were quite sloshed by early afternoon. Thor was looking for Loki and when hearing some boisterous laughter from the Lounge, decided to investigate.

“Ohh shit.” Said Hogun, gesturing towards the door. “Here cometh thy Kingeth.”

After glancing around to make sure the lounge was empty, he and Volstagg stood together and once Thor was close, knelt before him. “To what do we owe the graciousness of your presence your majesty and God of Electrical Currents?”

Thor looked at the bar servant who gestured towards five empty bottles of whisky. With raised brows, he looked back at the men. “Get up please before I set your arses on fire?”

They clumsily helped each other up.

“Well then.” Said Volstagg to Hogun. “When we were friends, he would have said asses. Remember?”

“Why yes, I do indeed.” Hogun replied. “Perhaps all that goldeth in his crowneth has put a denteth in his head?”

“Perhaps you gentlemen would care to sleepeth things offeth in the dungeons?”

“Oh oh.” Said Volstagg. “It appears we’ve upseteth our Kingeth.”

Thor smirked. “I’m kidding men. Have you seen Loki around?”

“He was her..but then left.” Said Hogun, dismissively waving an arm.

“Her?” Asked Volstagg. “You’re cuteth offeth.”

Thor gave up on them and went to the bar servant. Not only did he learn Loki had left around ten minutes earlier, but that he alone drank almost two bottles.

Frigga was walking Erika back to her room after the seamstresses and a visit with Jane about her bouquet, when they entered to find Loki lying perpendicular across both beds. His arms and head were dangling completely over one side and his long legs the other, while he snored up a storm. Just as Erika raised her brows, Thor entered.

“At least I know where he is now.”

“He’s dressed to go riding. What happened to him?” Asked Frigga.

“He ‘happened’ upon a pair of court jesters.”

Erika chuckled. “I’ll bet I know exactly which ones too.”

Frigga rolled her eyes. “Come on Thor. Help me move him.”

“Awe, let’s leave him. He really needed to have some fun.” Said Erika.

“Come then.” Frigga held out her arm. “Someone we know has the day off today. Let’s pay them a surprise visit shall we?”

Jarles was elated upon opening his door to Erika as were her sisters and all were very ecstatic to learn she was having twins. She and Frigga spent the afternoon and left after dinner.

Loki slept for hours and after looking for Erika at Thors and then her Fathers, suspected she may have gone to their chambers. He entered to find her sleeping on one of the living room couches and questioned Frigga.

“Why is she here?”

“You were hogging both beds Darling.”

“Then why didn’t you wake me?”

“She was happy you’d enjoyed yourself and insisted I didn’t. She asked to come here after dinner and when becoming tired, requested I bring her the blanket from your bed.”

Loki sighed while approaching the couch. “If she wakens here, I’ll never get her back to Eirs.”

“I know.” Said Frigga. “She’d been awake all day though Darling and couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.”

Erika grumbled as he scooped her into his arms, blanket and all. “Loki, nooo.”

“Yes Erika, you’re going.”

He carried her back to Eirs and once placing her in bed, made her look at him. “Why did you have Mother take you back to our chambers?”

“We passed it on the way back from my Fathers.”

“And?”

“I knew you were still sleeping.”

She lowered her head and he lifted her chin. “We both know you could have come back here. Eir would have gladly allowed you to sleep in another room until I awoke, correct?”

She tried looking away again, but he forbid it. “Correct?”

“I really missed it Loki, alright?”

“I see.” Despite her pouting, his tone became a little stern. “Listen to me Erika. I already know how much you miss it, but breaking that promise to Eir, is no different than breaking it to me and I will not allow it. Do you understand?”

Her eyes were sliding shut as she nodded. “I..I’m sorry.”

With her hand now free, they were able to cuddle like they used to and he wedged her up against him like a perfectly fit glove. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have kept you from your bed. Please don’t go back there again without me?”

“K.”

“Good girl, now go to sleep.” ~~~~~~~ Frigga was now residing in Thors old chambers so he and Jane could have their privacy and the next morning, arrived to pick up Erika again.

Loki was confused. “Why will I not see her until tomorrow?”

Erika smirked while Frigga replied.

“You aren’t permitted to until after the ceremony. Eir is staying over night with us, so worry not.”

Loki left with them and after kissing Erika goodbye, had just started down another corridor when Frigga called to him.

“Wherever you’re headed, be certain it’s not to the Lounge with any court jesters?”

“Yes Mother.” He walked away rolling his eyes and a few minutes later, entered Thors chambers. “Ah, brother. Mother has barred me from all entertainment with court jesters. Care to join me in an afternoon of entertainment at a brothel instead?” His brows rose when hearing a voice from another room.

“I heard that! Have you forgotten what a good wallop I pack?”

“Why, hello Jane.” He leaned towards Thor, speaking quieter. “Is her hearing always that good?”

Thor replied just as quietly. “It’s improved since we’ve married, which has benefitted me none. It’s the fate of all husbands.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Said Loki.

“I heard that too boys and can pack more than one wallop!” She opened a door nearby and exited with a rolled up diaper in her hand. “Unless you’d prefer a toxic stink bomb instead?”

Loki laughed as Junior began following her out. “If that’s what lies ahead, I’ll be sure to leave that chore with Erika.”

“Good luck.” Said Thor.

Junior took one look at Loki and ran straight for him. “Okiii!” Once Loki picked him up, he glanced around. “Weeka?”

“She’s at grandma’s house buddy.”

“Which is where I’m heading now and he’s staying here with daddy.” Said Jane.

Thor sighed and when walking away, Loki followed. “The next time you have such intentions, make sure my wife is ‘not’ within earshot? We may stand a better chance of escaping.”

“We could still try after she’s gone. Bring some toys for Junior, slip the Madam some extra funds and she’ll mind him for a bit.”

“Let’s wait until he goes for a nap.” Said Thor. “Then I’ll have a servant mind him.”

“Splendid idea brother.”

Jane still hadn’t moved after giving the diaper to a servant. “I’ll quarter you Thor!”

“Did you hear something Loki?”

“Not a thing, why?”

Just as they entered another room, she shouted down the hall. “I’m telling on you Oki! Erikas wallops are much worse than mine, remember?”

They closed the door and Loki looked at Junior. “She’s going to ruin my honeymoon your Mother.” Junior just giggled. “And don’t you care one bit do you?”

The three ladies spent the morning having manicures and pedicures and after lunch, Erika slept for a while. When she awoke, her father came by and took her for a stroll in the garden. They sat near a bush of pink roses and Jarles smiled.

“They were your Mothers favorite. Do you remember?”

She smiled back. “I do.”

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a grandfather. With four daughters, I knew it was inevitable, but certainly thought your older sisters would beat you to it.” He looked at her and smirked. “Erika, how did this happen?”

“I’m not discussing that with you Father. We had this talk already.”

Jarles chuckled. “Twins. Leave it up to Loki.”

“Frigga said the same. I don’t think it’s really sunk in for me yet. Maybe as I get bigger.”

“You mean when you look like a boat?”

“Father!”

He laughed. “I used to say that to your Mother. She was always so graceful, yet that flew out the window the bigger she became while pregnant. Especially when trying to get off the couch. ‘Poor ship Asta,’ I’d say. ‘She’s anchored herself again. Can’t seem to unload that final barrel.’”

Erika shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“While pregnant with you, she called your older sisters her tug boats.”

“Why me?” Asked Erika.

“You weighed the most at birth. I should warn Loki to wear a helmet while you’re in labor. One nine pounder earned me some bald spots. With two, he might be shopping for a toupee.”

Her brows rose. “If each weighs nine pounds by the time my labor starts, he’s going to be minus a lot more than just hair.”

“I’ll warn him to wear crotch armor too then. I walked a little funny for almost as long as your Mother did after you were born.”

Erika laughed. “Mother actually did that to you?”

“Yes and cursed me to Valhalla in the process. Buldurs wife had an eleven pounder a month before your sister was born and suggestion I use it. Helga ended up being the smallest, so your Mother was kind.”

After they laughed together, a moment of silence fell between them before he spoke again.

“I’m very grateful your Mother sent you and our grandchildren back to us. Especially for Loki’s sake. He wouldn’t have survived without you.”

“Thank you Father, I’m grateful she did too. I do know Loki loves me, but I’m sure he would have eventually been alright.”

Jarles shook his head. “No. Even Frigga believed the same. When I first put my trust in your Mothers word through Frigga and finally betrothed you to him, I questioned my own sanity for doing so and prayed one day you’d forgive me. The hurt in your eyes when I walked from Eirs rooms that day ate at me for the longest time.”

“Oh Father, I’m not angry. Learning of Mothers secrets, I realize now the difficult position you were left in.”

“You have no idea.” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t only ‘our’ relationship that concerned me then, but what kind of life you were about to have betrothed to one who..who’s neck I’d envisioned my hands around on so many occasions.”

He said that with a chuckle and she joined him. “It’s alright. You weren’t alone, remember?”

Jarles took her hand. “I know. Over time, I came to see he felt much for you, yet still doubted if he truly loved you. Then I saw him holding you in the waters and heard his words.”

Erika stared at him. “You heard him?”

“Yes, as did Frigga. He needed a moment so we didn’t disturb him at first. You felt his words in your heart as his love Erika, but I wish you to know my perspective. The way he held you and touched you, the fear, the sadness and the terrible desperation in his expression and voice, reminded me of myself the day I lost your Mother. It almost broke me the way it almost did Loki and I want you to know why.”

Erika developed a lump in her throat as he continued.

“His joy, his light, his happiness, his reason for living and breathing, his ‘heart’ was dying and it was tearing him up inside at the deepest level. That’s when I realized I’d never need to question his love for you again as I know he would have taken your place in a second as I would have for your Mother. You’re a beautiful soul whose made us both proud and been a joy as a daughter and when I give you his hand tomorrow, I’ll know your Mother was right. He will adore you forever Erika and I couldn’t be happier for you.”

By the time Jarles was done, tears were rolling down her cheeks and he hugged her. “Enough of that now my lovely daughter. It’s time for you to be happy.”

“I love you Father.”

“I love you too.” He helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you back now little mama. Frigga will never forgive me if I exhaust you and that’s a wrath I can do without.”

Erika chuckled. “I agree.”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Father #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 66 #taming the rage #lokilover9 #odin #arranged marraige #palace #chuckling #duties #princess #cringing #Challenges

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amelia-blackshepherd · 7 years ago

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Number Four - part 3

This part is a little bit fluffier, but be warned part 4 will be a bit angsty. But for now enjoy this lighter chapter haha. And you can thank @toevenexist for me posting this a day earlier then planned. Enjoy :)

“Whose crazy idea was it to have kids again?” Owen asks as he collapses back on our bed.

I chuckle at him before responding, “That would be you. Did they not want to go to bed?” I ask heading to our walk-in-closet to change into something more comfortable.

“No, despite that it is way past their bedtime especially Con’s, thanks to mommy being AWOL today.” He says with a teasing smile.

“Really? AWOL?” I question shaking my head at him slightly annoyed and also partially amused at his description of me. I throw my old shirt in the laundry basket in my closet and catch Owen looking at me with a look that I am far too familiar with.

“You are so beautiful.” He says flirts, while starring at me as I change into one of his sweaters, that over the years has basically became mine.

“Nice subject change there.” I tease as I walk over to our bed and plant a quick kiss to his lips, “But, Owen, stop looking at me like that.” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion so, I elaborate, “This AWOL solider needs some food, because she is starving!”

Owen’s facial expression changes as he takes in what I just said, “Wait, you still haven’t eaten anything? Amelia! When was the last time you ate?” His protective side kicking in, vanishing any sex thoughts from his head. He doesn’t even wait for me to respond, “Doesn’t matter, I am going to go heat up leftovers for you.”

I could argue and say I can heat up my own food, but I know he won’t have it. During all my pregnancies Owen would become super protective of me, he would make sure I wasn’t working too hard, I was staying hydrated, I was eating and eating properly, that I was as comfortable as possible at any given point in my pregnancy. It was and still is an incredible sweet thing, and I love that he cares so much about me and our children, both born and unborn.

While Owen went downstairs to reheat me some food, I had a quick shower and then went to check on all of our children. They were all sound asleep, which, is another thing I am going to miss with the arrival of this baby number four; the regular sleep schedule. But I also know that once I see this baby, none of these petty little things are going to matter.

I’m standing in Connor’s doorway watching my baby boy peacefully sleep, when Owen comes up behind me. I smell the food before I hear him though. “He is just so perfect.” I say to Owen, referring to Connor, as Owen rests his hand on my lower back.

“They all are.” He says as I follow him back to our room, with my plateful of fried chicken, broccoli, corn and mashed potatoes. “I think they get that from me.” He jokingly teases as he closes our bedroom door.

I smile at his teasing, unable to respond with a sassy remark as my mouth is stuffed with the delicious food he gave me. ‘Oh my god mhmm’ I mumble out before I swallow my food and say, “This food is sooo good! Me and baby Hunt four, think this is the best thing we have ever tasted!” As I am about to shovel more food into my mouth I add, “Although, I could really go for some cheese covered asparagus right now. Or spray cheese and apple slices!”

Owen laughs at my enthusiasm over the food, he climbs into bed beside me. “I’m glad you and number four are enjoying it. And p.s. if I wasn’t so crazily in love with you, your odd food requests would be a huge turn off.” He says as he gently runs his fingers through my hair and giving my neck a short kiss. We sit there in silence together, as I finish off my food. Once I set my plate down and snuggle up to him he asks, “You ate that like you were starving babe, did you not eat today?”

I avoid looking in his eyes as I know he isn’t going to like my answer, instead I look at my hand that is lazily playing with the hem of his shirt. “I ate breakfast in my meeting this morning. And then I had surgery, then I told Bailey about baby number four, and then well you know the rest, and I guess I just kind of forgot to eat.”

I feel him sigh against me, I knew he wouldn’t be happy with that, but it’s the truth. I’m really not in the mood for a lecture on how I need to take better care of myself especially now with Hunt number four on the way. So, to avoid the lecture I push myself up some and pull Owen into a heated kiss.

He kisses me back, although he does pull away after a minute or so, but I stop him from lecturing me once again by saying, “Owen do you really want to lecture me about healthy eating and taking care of myself, all of which I already know by the way. Or we could have sex?” I offer as I kiss his lips, before moving across his jawline and to his neck.

“Fine, I surrender.” He chuckles as his hand snakes under my sweater. I shift so that I am straddling him, to allow both of us better access. His hand runs across my stomach, which is just starting to show at 13 weeks, the feeling of his hand on my bare skin causes a shiver to run through me, as I press myself against Owen even more. His lips are sucking on my pulse point, making it very hard to breath, not that I mind.

I pull my face back some, so that I am out of Owen’s reach, I pause and look deep into his eyes. I can see his eyes shifting back and forth between my eyes, like he is trying to read my mind, “I love you, Owen. I am happy about this baby because they are a representation of our love.” I say to him, I know it is corny and dorky, but Owen has that effect on me. Besides, I know how much it drives Owen crazy when I say stuff like that. And this time is no exception, he flips me over so he is on top and I am no longer straddling him, giving him the power. He doesn’t say anything back to me, he just rips his shirt off over his head before crashing his lips back down onto mine.

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imagining-supernatural · 7 years ago

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As It Seems: Chapter 14

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Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: You and Dean sneak away for some of that alone time he's been wanting, and Crowley makes another reappearance

Word Count: 3180

Warnings: Implied Smut

A/N: I’m sooo sorry it’s been forever since I’ve updated this! I’ve been so incredibly busy and I don’t see my life slowing down any time soon. On the plus side, I just moved into a new apartment that is 40 minutes closer to my work and school, so hopefully I’ll have more time and energy to do everything. As soon as I catch up on my school work (ha!) I promise that I’ll sit down and actually write the last few parts of this series (It’s all planned out! I just need the time and motivation to write)

Beta’d by: @kclaire1

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

~~Dean’s POV~~

“Well, if you and Alex want to leave everyone, why do I have to go too? I can still sleep on the couch.” Claire was standing in front of Jody with her arms crossed. Jody had adopted the I’m your mother and you will do as I say look, but I’d always felt oddly protective of the rebellious blonde teenager, so I strode over.

“What’s going on?”

Claire moved her glare from Jody to me. “Since Ash is here, there’s nowhere for him to sleep. And since Jody has a house in town, she decided that the three of us are going to go home tonight. But that just means that we’re going to miss out on all the good stuff! Miss all the action!”

Jody has a house in town. Empty. No one staying there right now. I was speaking before I even finished crafting my argument. “Y/N and I can go. Ash can bunk with Sam. You three can stay here.”

Claire’s look told me that I wasn’t fooling anyone with my altruistic motives for sleeping in town, but she wasn’t about to argue with something that could keep her at Bobby’s. “Good. We’re all set.”

“Young lady!” Jody called weakly after Claire when she started walking away. Then she turned her motherly look on me and managed to drag my name out into two syllables. “Dean.”

“Jody.”

“I’m not about to let you keep dictating what Y/N does or doesn’t do. She may be your assistant, but she’s not your puppet.”

She’s my future wife. “Ask her if she wants to stay with me at your house. I guarantee that she will say yes.”

Still, Jody didn’t let up on her look. But I didn’t back down either. The air was finally clear between Y/N and me, and I couldn’t wait to get her alone. And after the few minutes in the shower before she shut me down, I knew that she was on edge too.

After a minute or two, Jody gave in and went in search of Y/N. I disappeared into the room we were sharing and started packing. As soon as we could slip out, I wanted to be gone. Sure, I could help with more research, but there wasn’t really a need when there were so many people who were smarter than I was. In this team, I was the point man. As soon as they found something I could act on, someone I could punch, I would be right there.

But until then, I would be with Y/N between the sheets of Jody’s guest room.

If we made it that far.

After dinner, I tried to grab Y/N and sneak out, but Ash called her into the research room and I knew that I lost her until Ash decided that she’d helped enough. With all of the personal crap she had to wade through between the two timelines, I knew that she needed to feel needed. She needed to feel useful.

But it sure didn’t make the wait any easier.

Half of the house was asleep by the time Y/N finally found me in the kitchen.

“Hey, Dean. You ready to go sleep in town?”

I was on my feet in an instant. “Babe, if you think we’re going to be doing much sleeping, then you and I are obviously not on the same page.”

*****

“Dean,” Y/N’s scratchy voice punctured my dreams and her hand on my shoulder shook me into consciousness. “Dean, there’s someone at the door.”

“I don’ care,” I slurred, rolling over and burying my face in her neck. We’d been up much later than normal last night and I was thoroughly exhausted. I definitely needed a few more hours of sleep next to her before I could deal with any real-world problems.

But then someone knocked, or rather pounded, on the door and I heard it that time. Along with that annoying British accent that I would prefer to not hear first thing in the morning. “Dean! Y/N! I know you’re in there! If you two think I don’t have cameras set up to watch my dear friend Bobby’s house then you’re even more moronic than I thought.”

“He’s not gonna go away,” she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head.

Well, he really needed to. I blindly groped for my phone on the bed side table and squinted at the screen long enough to pull up his contact info and press call. He answered halfway through the first ring. “Squirrel, I expected better from—”

“Go ‘way Crowley,” I snapped before ending the call and throwing the phone across the room.

Y/N chuckled beside me, lazily moving until her arm was wrapped around my waist. Carefully, I eased my face away from her neck and opened my eyes just to see her smiling softly at me.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she replied. “I just forgot how grumpy you are in the mornings.”

Though she said it fondly, I still felt slightly offended. “Hey now, I’m—”

But she cut me off with a kiss before I could defend my morning honor anymore. I had a feeling that she meant the kiss to be brief, but it wasn’t two seconds later that her arm was wrapped around my back and every inch of her beautifully nude body was pressed firmly against me. I gave myself completely over to her, rolling onto my back and letting her take control.

“I didn’t mean it as an insult,” she said a few minutes later, trying to catch her breath. “I happen to love how grumpy you are.”

“Mmm.” My hands were gently rubbing at the muscles in her back and I couldn’t help but be completely entranced by her breathtaking face hovering above mine. Except for being woken by Crowley and assuming that he was impatiently waiting outside still, this was exactly how I pictured every morning for the rest of my life. It was my idea of a perfect heaven. “I’m gonna marry you, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened and I immediately started backtracking. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I know we promised to leave anything heavy back at Bobby’s and—”

Once again, she cut me off with a kiss. “Dean, it’s… it’s okay. I need to get over myself and this stupid self-loathing and the only way that’s going to happen is if you don’t hold back.”

Don’t hold back, huh?

She must have seen all sorts of ideas flicker through my eyes because she rolled off of me and sat up. “But, like, don’t push too hard. It’s still going to be hard to figure out how I feel because in this timeline I’ve always felt fine. But in that one I never did. So I don’t know if I need to find a happy medium or lean all the way into the Y/N in this timeline, because let’s face it, happy Y/N is better, but that also feels like I’m cheating and—“

Since she was the one blabbering this time, it was my turn to shut her up with a kiss. Against her lips, I mumbled, “Heavy things at Bobby’s, remember?”

“Speaking of, we should probably get back.”

And, as if he sensed the perfect timing, Crowley started banging on the door again. I rolled my eyes. “Or deal with Crowley.”

“Can’t we just kill him? He’s human here. Jody’s a sheriff. I’m sure she has a few guns laying around here somewhere.”

Oh, God, I loved her so much. “That’s my girl.”

Crowley’s knocking and yelling got more insistent, so Y/N and I finally gave in and scrounged up some clean clothes before yanking the door open to shut him up. Surely there were a few neighbors who had already called the police about a noise complaint. Maybe we would get lucky and Crowley would get arrested, then the police would do some digging and find all of the unsavory things in his past and he would be put away for life.

That would definitely solve a few of our problems.

“What do you want, Crowley?” Y/N snapped.

“You, my dear,” he said with fake seduction dripping off his words.

Y/N just crossed her arms and leveled a glare at him. “Too bad. I’m already spoken for. What do you really want?”

“You know, you two are being rather rude. Why don’t you invite me in and we can have a little chat?”

“Perhaps over some tea?” Y/N added sarcastically. ��Not my house. I don’t know where Jody keeps her tea, and I don’t trust you. You’ll stay right there on the doorstep.”

“Great plan. This way the whole world can see us, chatting about monsters and different timelines. And, oh, that’s right, we have Dean Winchester here who just stole a rather important piece of technology from one very paranoid government agency. I bet they’re just dying to find you and shut you up for good.”

“We were just fine when we went to the mall,” I pointed out.

Crowley gave me his signature, You really must be stupid look. “I found you, dimwit.”

Dammit.

I pushed the front door open further and motioned for him to come in. “But don’t touch anything.”

“I’m not a child,” Crowley said with a touch of insolence.

“Right. A child wouldn’t whine as much as you do,” I mumbled as I took a seat on the couch. Y/N took the recliner, leaving Crowley to sit on the other end of the couch, in between the two of us.

“Well, let’s just get right down to brass tacks, shall we? I’ve done some research and—”

“We’re not going back,” I interrupted. I really didn’t want to listen to him go on and on when it didn’t even matter. “You’re wasting your time.”

Y/N sat forward. “Dean, we might as well hear him out. Sam will never let us hear the end of it if we don’t get more information first.”

What the hell? She was the one who was so insistent on keeping me and Sam in the dark, and now she wanted to listen to even more of Crowley’s bullshit? “What does it matter?”

“He’s not going to change our minds, but I’d still feel better knowing all the facts. You know, so we’re not picking and choosing anymore.”

Sure, her argument made sense. She was repeating the same argument we’d had the entire day before. But there was something behind her words that I would have to question later when Crowley wasn’t around. “Fine. Crowley, continue.”

“Most of what I found was utter bullshit. All fiction. Science-Fiction. Hogwash—”

“We get it. Move on.”

“You’re impatient today, aren’t you?”

“He’s grumpy in the mornings,” Y/N said, catching my eye and trying to lighten the mood slightly, but I wasn’t having it. If it hadn’t been for Crowley, she and I would still be in bed right now. She seemed to sense my mood wasn’t going to budge because she turned her attention back to Crowley. “But he’s right. Get a move on.”

“Geez, you two used to be more fun. Anyway. My research found a few promising leads. First off: angels.”

“We know about angels, Crowley.” I was ready to deck him then kick him to the street.

“But have you considered that one of them is responsible for this? Like that time you told me about when that angel sent you to the future? Something similar could have happened here.”

“Okay, fine. Angels. We’ll run that idea past Sam. What’s next?”

“There’s the obvious witches, but I don’t believe I’ve pissed off any witches lately besides mother. So unless you three idiots have done something…”

“Angels. Witches. Got it.”

“It’s possible that one of the Titans did this to us. We don’t know the full extent of their powers.”

“Oh my God, this is ridiculous.” Y/N groaned. “The supernatural isn’t real over here. Anything you might have been able to find probably isn’t going to be helpful. It’s all going to be fiction. The only reason research helps in the other timeline is because there are first-hand accounts. What if the thing that messed with us over there doesn’t even exist in anyone’s minds over here? We would have no idea what it is unless one of us has researched it over there. So we don’t know how to get back there, even if we wanted to.”

She had a point. But she was also all over the map today. She wanted to hear what Crowley came up with, but then she said that none of it would matter. What was going on in her head?

“What about a Djinn?” I asked. If talking about this would help Crowley leave faster, then I could contribute. After all, I did have an entire lifetime of monster knowledge that was fresh in my mind. “I have first-hand knowledge of them. They mess with reality.”

“But not timelines,” Crowley pointed out.

Reality, timelines… they were practically the same thing. “What’s the difference?”

“Different timelines happen on the same plane of reality. Something changes, and suddenly the future that was going to happen doesn’t happen anymore. There is only one timeline in each reality. But there are more than one reality and they all happen at the same time.” Crowley explained with a surprising amount of patience. “Really, Squirrel, I expected better of you.”

“Why are you so insistent that this is a different timeline?” Y/N asked with narrowed eyes. “This could just be a different reality. Nothing to do with timelines at all.”

“If it was, then how would the four of us be in the exact same alternate reality? Djinn don’t work that way.”

It was way too early to deal with Crowley being right.

But Y/N was more awake and argumentative than I was. “Alright. Not a Djinn. Something else could have send all four of us to the same alternate reality.”

“I doubt it. Something about the memories and the way this world works with the other one just doesn’t make me think of differing realities.”

And of course Crowley had the last word on the matter based entirely on his intuition. This was going nowhere. “What else did you find, then? Tell us so you can leave us alone.”

“Well, I found a little something about time wrai— Leave you alone? Squirrel, you really think I’m going to leave you alone? I am going to get back to the other timeline and Y/N seems to be the key.”

“I’m never going to help you, Crowley.”

“Oh, really?” He turned a calculating gaze on Y/N and I was instantly on edge. That was the look of a man who had an ace up his sleeve. “What’s keeping you here, huh? During our little chat a few days ago, you kept mentioning how you had the Winchesters and how you had Addy here. Your dear, sweet, precious niece. Did you know that she had a piano recital yesterday? Played a riveting rendition of Fur Elise. She’s got quite the natural talent for those ivory keys.”

Y/N leaned forward with a death glare on her face and it surprised me that Crowley didn’t seem the least bit concerned. “I swear to God, Crowley, if you so much as look at her—”

“I’ve got my people watching her. You either do as I say, or I’ll give them the orders to take—” He never got to finish that threat because Y/N punched him so hard that it was impossible to mistake the sound of his nose breaking. Without giving him time to recover, her hands were wrapped around his neck, pushing him back into the couch. He struggled against her hold, but she wasn’t budging, and I wasn’t about to get in the middle of that.

“You listen to me, you asswipe. If you or any of your people hurt anyone I care about in any way, I will torture you nice and slow just because you’re human here, and I can. I will make sure that your death is not quick or easy. I’m going to make you regret ever meeting me.” She let him go and took a step back, watching him sputter and try to get air back into his lungs. “I suggest you get it through that thick head of yours that you don’t get to order me around. And I will never help you.”

Without waiting for either of us to react, Y/N stormed out of the house.

“What is it with you people and punching me?” Crowley squeaked, gently prodding at his broken nose.

“Threatening an innocent little girl? That’s low, even for you.” I really didn’t want to sit around and explain boundaries and limits to that douchebag, so I followed Y/N’s trail outside to where she was pacing the driveway, shaking the hand that she’d just used to punch Crowley.

She saw me and grimaced. “First time punching someone in this timeline. Apparently this kind of muscle memory didn’t transfer timelines because this hurts like a bitch.”

“Well, you looked great. Nice right hook. And I bet it felt pretty good.”

“Felt great. Wish it was a gun though. Hey, can I use your phone? I really need to call Addy and hear her voice.”

I dug the phone out of my pocket and handed it to her. She immediately unlocked it and dialed. She took a few steps away before hesitating and returning to my side. As she raised the phone to her ear, her other hand reached for mine.

“Hey Addy, it’s Aunt Slushy!”

Aunt Slushy? That sounded like a story I would love to hear, but I knew better than to get in her way right now.

“Yeah, I know. I’m so sorry about that. Mr. Winchester and I went on a business trip and I lost my phone at the airport… You’re right. Maybe the gremlins took it. I’ll have to check with them and see if I can get it back…”

She laughed at something Addy said and I disentangled my fingers from hers so I could wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side. She seemed to deflate against me, allowing me to be the one to hold her up.

“Well, you’ll just have to ask your dad about that. If you do find any gremlins, then you’ll have to make them start paying you rent. I’ve heard they hoard candy like a dragon hoards gold… Fourteen pieces of candy for a night sounds like a reasonable rate to me. Run it past your dad and see if he thinks it should be more… So tell me about your recital last night. Did your dad record it? I’ll have to watch it next time I come visit.”

Just listening to Y/N talk to Addy and feeling how relaxed it made her strengthened my resolve to keep Addy safe, and to keep us in this timeline.

Y/N deserved this life. She deserved to be happy.

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colewald · 7 years ago

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I MET JENNA COLEMAN ON SUNDAY THE 24TH OF SEPTEMBER 2017 AND HERE IS HOW IT WENT DOWN

I don’t even know where to begin so I’m just gonna pick a spot.

So I woke up this morning, put on a face mask, had a real nice shower, did my face, put on my Clara cosplay,

had my sister take a few pictures of me (the ones you see here are the only good ones she took asdijkdas) then we left for Comic-con! I had been fine all morning but the car ride there was...mESSY. It didn’t really hit me that I was SERIOUSLY about to meet Jenna until that moment. I started crying and breathing really heavily and my lovely mum was like “STOP CRYIGN YOU’RE GONNA RUIN YOUR MAKEUP YOU HAVEN’T EVEN MET HER YET” but I just kept on freaking out like...I was SO nervous, I think I actually could’ve vomited in that moment. I’d been planning what I wanted to say to her for forever but I was worried that I would be too nervous to say anything to her and just end up making a fool of myself :(

Anyway, we eventually arrived in the convention centre, got our tickets scanned, went in, looked for the autograph area AND GUYS.

JENNA WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE. RIGHT FUCKING THERE. There was no line where she was because one of her autograph sessions had just ended or was about to. I just started CRYING and literally as soon as I saw her, I walked away. Like, I couldn’t. My brother and my sister were like “oh my god!!!!!!” but I was like “nonononono I can’t, I can’t look at her, I’m not okay”.

After a few minutes of dying, I realised people going up to Jenna and getting things signed so I was like “oH she must still be signing things” and my sister told me that I should go up now and meet her while the line was short af instead of go to her next session which was an hour later (which was my original plan). I just kept saying I couldn’t do it bUT THEN I JUST DECIDED “FUCK IT I’M DOING IT”.

And....................................

I think my soul actually LEFT MY BODY. This was UNREAL.

I went up to the table where she was doing autographs, picked the photo I wanted her to sign thEN WALKED IN FRONT OF HER. I WAS IN FRONT OF MS JENNA LOUISE COLEMAN, LOOKING RIGHT AT HER. AND THE VERY FIRST THING SHE SAID TO ME WAS “love your outfit!”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS FREAKING TF OUT ON THE INSIDE. I just said “thank you so much!!!!!” then she started signing my photo (I can’t believe I witnessed her write my name like bitchhhh). As she was signing, I was losing my mind. None of it felt real. Here’s how the whole conversation went:

Jenna: Love your outfit! (she did the cutest little point at me and smiled GOD) Me: Thank you so much!!!!! Jenna: So what’s going on out there? What are we missing? Me: I honestly have no clue ahhaha (I’m actually such an embarrassment wow) She was finishing up signing my photo then I finally worked up the courage to say something.

Me: I just wanted to say thank you so much for all that you do...because Clara Oswald means so much to me and she’s helped me through some really difficult times in my life and just thank you so much.(It took me like 9032328 years to get this all out though lmfao I was so nervous) Jenna: Thank you!!! (When I started talking, she LOOKED UP AND INTO MY EYES LIKE I SWEAR SHE WAS STARING INTO MY SOUL I WANTED TO DIE SHE WAS REALLY LISTENING TO ME BE A COMPLETE NERD AND HAD THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HER FACE, IT KILLED ME) Me: And I’ve also been completely obsessed with Victoria, you’re so talented I love you so much. Jenna: Aww, thank you. Thank you. (gUYS HER SMILE HAD ME DEAD. IT WAS SO GENUINE AND UGHHHHHHHHH I MISS IT)

Then I took my photo and thanked her again, started walking toward my brother and sister who watched the entire thing happen from afar, and I just started BAWLING. I was literally SHAKING. I couldn’t even speak properly. We were walking away and my sister was asking me what I said to her and everytime I started saying “I thanked her for-” I just cRIED EVEN MORE. IT WAS SO HARD FOR ME TO FUNCTION.

After we sat down and I calmed down a little bit, I asked my sister if she could see us talking and she said yeah so I asked her what she looked like and she told me she was sMILING SO HARD and I CRIED AGAIN. Then I asked my brother if he could see us and he said YEP I SAW HE SMILING A LOT. It was just so much to take in.

My mum and my sister kept asking me to tell them exactly what I said to her but it’s 392092347 hours later and I still can’t tell them without crying lmaoooo. I just can’t say it out loud. It wasn’t everything I wanted to say (I have PLENTY I want to tell her but we don’t have all the time in the world, sadly). But you know what? I’m SO fucking proud of myself for getting even that much out. I was sooo emotional and nervous and I was so close to just keeping my mouth shut, collecting my photo, then saying thank you and walking away. But I thought ‘nope. I’m going to make the most of this moment’ and bam. I said that. I’m really really really happy I did. Maybe it doesn’t seem like I said much at all to some of you but I honestly think that I got the most important thing out.

ANYWAY, NEXT MY PHOTO WITH HER.

I started lining up an hour early for the photo session so I was pretty close to the front. I was dying but wHATEVER. There were A LOT of people lining up for her. I think it was such a massive line because (other than the fact that she’s Jenna Coleman, of course) she was only doing ONE photo op session and was only in Brisbane for ONE day (and is in Sydney for two, how could she do me this dirty). As soon as her session started, the line started moving VERY QUICKLY. Like, I was shocked at how quickly it was moving. It was incredibly rushed, I think because they tried to make sure everyone got their photo in the little time Jenna had.

I finally reached the photobooth and the poor, poor thing looked sooo exhausted, I wanted to give her a hug.

There were a few people in front of me in line and at one point I saw the photographer signalling people to hurry up and walk up next to Jenna for the photo. It was like a “hi!” “hi” *pose* “bye!” thing I was liKE DAMN because I wanted to talk to her more. When it was finally my turn, idk what came over me but I pretty much screamed “HI!!!” with the biggest idiot smile on my face but I saw her eyes light up (I’m not delusional I swear to you) and she said “hi!” with that beautiful smile once again. I put my arm around her and SMILED SO BIG (as you can see in the photos above) IT’S EMBARRASSING. I walked away and said “thank you so much!!!!!!” and once I exited the booth, I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy like I felt so warm inside. Even though I only had two seconds with her, I didn’t care. ANY TIME I GET WITH HER IS GOOD FOR ME.

Then about half an hour later, I went to collect my photo.................I......................strongly dislike how it turned out........................I’m not even kidding, I hate my smile and and even though I knew I’d look like a giant next to this smol bean, I was still so !?@#>@?!1!!!!!!!! when I saw it for the first time. I was kinda upset over it but SHUT UP ELYSE YOU MET JENNA COLEMAN AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS.

BUT SHE REALLY POINTED AT ME IN OUR PHOTO. A FEW MONTHS AGO I LITERALLY TWEETED THAT IF I EVER GOT THE CHANCE TO MEET HER I’D WANT HER TO DO DO THE ICONIC POINT.

I’m honestly still so overwhelmed that that happened. Ughhh I love her.

NEXT WAS HER PANEL.

SHE

THE

CUTEST

THING

EVER

Y’ALL DON’T UNDERSTAND.

I’m not gonna go into details about what she said because she was asked a lot of questions she’d already answered in past cons (YES SHE REALLY TOLD THE STORY OF PETER’S ACCIDENTAL SHOWER AGAIN. IT WAS GLORIOUS) but shE’S TRULY DOWN-TO-EARTH AND LOVELY AND PRECIOUS. She was being so funny and kept making cute faces. I was laughing, dying, and almost cried at one point. It was such a fun little panel and she was talking and talking and I could have listened to her for days. Then the panel ended and I was just so content.

I’m about to be such an overdramatic bi thc right now but seriously.....I’m not exaggerating when I say that meeting Jenna has been my DREAM for sooooo long. Meeting Jenna in Clara cosplay has been my ultimate dream. And that happened today. I told her what Clara Oswald meant to me (in short) and she listened to me and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. She really means the world to me and I’m so grateful for her and Clara Oswald. I still remember going through some really dark shit a few years ago then putting on Doctor Who and feeling so connected to Clara that I forgot about every bad thing in my life at that moment. I remember the first time I started doing a lil “research” on Jenna and seeing how smol, awkward, sweet, and hella stylish she was and she quickly became MY QUEEN. I adore everything about this woman. I adore her talent, her personality, her entire existence....my heart is just so full.

Anyway, that’s my summary of today. It was such a good day. I really hope she comes again soon.

She’s also way prettier irl. I didn’t think that was possible buT

#none of you will read this entire novel #but oh well it's here for me to look back on and i'm so happy #text #jenna coleman #my queen #i'm not even gonna read and edit this rn i'm emotionally drained i'm exhausted i'm gonna watch a bunch of cheesy romance movies tonight #and sleep like a baby #:')#my face #story time

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spinachdrum · 6 years ago

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Day 7 & 8 - Sinchon BBQ and Insadong!

So on Day 8 we didn’t do that much! We laid around in bed because we had plans to meet our friend for dinner in Sinchon and eat at this BBQ place she used to eat at when she was here for a semester!

We waited outside for an hour to eat at this place. A whole hour in the cold. IN THE COLD. FOR BBQ.

And you know what? It was WORTH IT.

This was easily the best kbbq I’ve ever had. Like, oh my god it was soooooo good?! They dump kimchi (or some type of kimchi, it’s a lot sweeter than normal kimchi) on half of it, and that shit just COOKS while you’re letting the meat and stuff cook. There’s not a TON of meat options but the two that we got were SO GOOD. We got multiple rounds of this one type (I wish I had figured out what it was huhu) because it was so damn good. We had that and samgyeopsal. I also drank 2 beers and some soju and was feeling LIT after both hahaha.

LOOK AT ALL THIS!!!!

God it was so good.

After we left we went down in the subway station at Sinchon and not only was there a Kakao friends mini store where I bought an expensive ass portable battery shaped like Ryan and almost drunkenly forgot my debit card (thanks Jerry, you’re a real one) but there was a NERDY STOREEEEE. 😭Jonghyun from CNBlue like, owns NERDY so seeing it in the wild makes me so happy. I even took a picture of it to feel close to my man, LMAO.

Then we went home and I went to bed, lol.

DAY 9

Today we went to Insadong!! It was really neat, there was a lot of traditional stuff there, but it was also more modern than I was expecting? We didn’t go to the Hanok village because I wasn’t paying attention and walked in the complete opposite direction from it and by the time we headed back to Anguk station we were both pretty tired and hungry and wanted to head back.

However! Anguk station is really pretty and has a lot of art!

We took the advice of this travel video that we watched and took a shortcut to Insadong main streets by going through this TINY little alley way. It was still super neat because it was lined with the tiniest tea houses and little cafes and restaurants.

When you come out of exit 6 at Anguk station, you’ll see the police station on the left, and the entrance of this alley way is like directly across from the subway entrance! It’s hard to miss. Go through here and you’ll get right to the middle of Insadong main street!

(main street of Insadong)

This was in the corner. Sooooo much good smelling food.

We ended up going to this little restaurant down an alley and omg, the yookgaejang was so damn good.

There was quite a bit tucked away in this alley! We ate here:

Size of a shoebox but worth the navigating. I love fooooood!!

We walked around for a little bit, checking out shops and stuff, and then LO AND BEHOLD I FOUND A CAT CAFE AND I ALMOST CRIED.

It’s called 2CATS and it’s on the 3rd floor at Insadong!! Omg I was so happy. I didn’t find a good cat cafe yet and I wanted to go to one so bad, lol.

The stairway up to it was COVERED in these little framed pictures of famous people with cats. DOES IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS?

Spoiler alert: YES

So fancy. It looked like a cat museum! It was W12,000 to get in and you got a free drink!

This was the first cat I encountered and SO CUUUUUTE in the sweater!! Her name is Cleo and she was sooo soft.

I got a peach juice and it was super yummy. We sat down by this little wall where there was a cat sleeping away with a toy tucked into her paws.

AHHHH. And then SHE WOKE UP! She’s a scottish fold and her name is Beonya. Adorable. So cute. Loved pets.

Seriously this place was decorated sooo cutely. All those photos framed are photos of famous people holding cats LOL. There’s so much space for the cats to run around and so many little shelves and places to sleep so they can be up high near the ceiling!

I forgot this cat’s name but look how PUUUURDYYYY. This cat loved pets and let me pet it for a good five minutes uninterrupted.

This is kind of hard to see, but there’s a cat SITTING IN MY LAP AHHHHH. You can buy a bag of chicken at this place to give the cats treats for only W2,000!! The cats are sooo cute when they’re waiting for you to feed them, or they might just jump into your lap. There was a younger tween aged girl who was feeding one and she didn’t see the one waiting so it jumped on her shoulder!! It was sooo cute, she was so surprised but she giggled and gave it treats and then it sauntered away~

But seriously the chicken treats made alllll the cats come out and give lovin’ and get treats. Look at these!!

A BEAUTY.

Climbing into my lap for treats. Give me pleas, ma’am.

Gorg. This cat was so sweet and took treats so sweetly.

This cat was so FLUFFY!!! It was a little more aggressive about taking treats--if you weren’t fast enough, it tried to take them from your hand with its paw LOL.

I LITERALLY AM IN LOVE WITH THIS CAT!! It was so weird looking. I’m pretty sure it was like a mix of dwarf cat and something else because it honestly looked like a pipe cleaner you use for crafts. But it was soooooooo cute and so friendly and rubbed on my legs for FOREVER and even wanted tummy pets. I love this cat and I already miss it I wanted to take it home so bad ksjsfkjgfg.

Me living my literal best life surrounded by cats.

The door, hehe.

After we left, we just walked around a little. We watched them make Dragon’s Beard candy and the guy making it was so cute!! He did a demo for us and gave us a little sample of it. Watch here:

We saw this tiny little mall thing but didn’t go into any of the shops because it was REALLY crowded in there. However Insadong was really, really cool and I’m hoping we’ll make time to visit the Hanok village before we go!

So pretty.

After that, we just went to a restaurant by our Airbnb and came back to the room. I took a shower and now we’re just relaxing getting ready for bed--tomorrow we’re off to Gangnam to see the COEX Mall and stuff!

Bye until next time, and dream of cats!

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#travel #txt #ppt #korea #sinchon #insadong

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emoselenas · 7 years ago

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summer tour day 9

i was going to make this entry the last few days of tour, but i typed too much for day 9 so now pittsburgh gets its own whole post HAHAHA.

day 9 - pittsburgh, pa

photo credit: julie yi photography

p i t t s b u r g h.

what a weird day. we had the least amount of time in the city but it was definitely not short of action and adventure.

on friday june 8th, day 9, we slowly woke up in Q’s basement one by one. actually it was more like, all of WSA woke up one by one, jaime waking up in a crevice between the wall and the furnace LMAO, and destination dimension already being packed up and up and at ‘em before we could even wake up shindle fully. it was hard to get ready because we didn’t have a full bathroom in the basement, just a toilet. joe was bugging about not having showered. at this point i was personally going on day three or four without a shower because i was just using baby wipes and dry shampoo. i’m gross and i didn’t care whether or not i got a full shower in every single day.

this was also the day anthony bourdain died so i was not in a super cheery mood. it didn’t affect me fully but enough to feel a sad pit in my stomach. coverage surrounding his death played on TVs hanging inside the bridge stone diner in reading, OH where the tour package ate breakfast together. i ordered an omelette and vegetable soup (yeah idk i could not explain to you my train of thought there), noooot jersey diner food but not awful. just a cheap breakfast before the next drive.

i volunteered to drive us to pittsburgh since santino was feeling wiped and i felt pretty alert. we listened to the new dance gavin dance as we drove through northern ohio and then western virginia. we arrived to pittsburgh about an hour before load-in. i hadn’t done my makeup and reeeeally needed to get ready, and wasn’t done by the time the pittsburgh local bands showed up for load-in. makeup in the van took me FOREVER even though the mirror was RIGHT THERE in front of me in the driver’s seat because i kept getting eyeliner in my FRICKIN eye and had to wipe the entire eyeball ZONE and do it ALL OVER AGAIN.

we played with two bands- haven state, and then we’re gonna call the other band, led zepplin.

led zepplin was a band that we were in contact for weeks leading up to the show. they told destination dimension a long time ago they were welcome to use their gear because they understood the touring band struggle. but a week before the gig i have the drummer hitting me up to ask if they can borrow our band’s gear. weird, but i didn’t second guess because he had also offered weeks prior to put us up for the night. figured, he’s doing us a huge solid. why wouldn’t we loan our gear? it was super nice of him, and we were excited to meet him and the rest of his band.

so we show up to load in and led zepplin is there early to help us load in all of our gear (awesome!) and introduce themselves. they were friendly and helpful. the other band haven state also shows up to load-in, and somehow they and led zepplin got into some confusion about the line-up order. led zepplin thought they were going first, but they were going last after destination dimension. originally led zepplin were borrowing our gear, but now they were going to ask destination dimension, and then use santino’s WHOLE rig.

photo credit: julie yi photography

haven state were so wonderful. i forget how we found them but they were a band i was easily excited to see play on this tour. i was shy at first because of the confusion going down over the line-up and i wondered if it was my fault LMAO, but i later learned it was all led zepplin apparently.

haven state’s sound can be explained like this- think the contortionist or northlane, but with just a singer and no screams. josie had such beautiful tone and then the band was playing some really cool poly-rhythmic stuff. we all bonded with them very quickly. santino bought one of their shirts and instantly threw it on haha. they said they were happy to meet us because it was nice for them to play with a similar band - one that borrows inspiration from heavy bands but doesn’t succumb to the pressure of adding screams to fit in with a certain sound.

our set went pretty well, and we sold merch! i was very happy, i felt pretty good. i didn’t feel like it was a perfect set- i actually killed it on “willow” but ate shit on “sooner or later” LMAO, but everyone in the room was really receptive to our performance which was great.

i find it weird that led zepplin is still downstairs for haven state and then during our set. they brought a lot of people, but they nor anyone they brought came upstairs at any point until right before they had to go on. hmm. whatever. after we played i ran down quickly to order beer and food so that i didn’t miss too much of destination dimension. i asked the bartender (who was from jersey! small world) what beers she had on tap that might be from pittsburgh and all she had to offer was this pineapple beer. it was a little too sweet for me, but i paid for it so i drank it! it also wasn’t bad i just don’t like sugary drinks haha.

some biker guy came over to hit on me and it SUCKED. i should have told him i shidded and farded my pants but as always i chickened out and just said “okay thank you” until he went away. he was like, “i just wanted to let you know that you are absolutely STUNNING,,, and i think,,,,, all beautiful girls deserve to be told they are beautiful,,,,” he continues, “well i am going to go hang out with my FRIENDS over THERE --------> ;) ;) ;) now ;) so have a GOOD night” and then it was over finally!

i also let the santana jukebox meme die in pittsburgh. all these venues use touch tunes which i have the app installed for, and every single time the app would prompt me to reload credits even though i already wasted like $10 doing so each fucking time, which i thought would be enough for plays ALL OF TOUR but i guess not. i refused to waste any more money i was done haha.

smiling moose had some delicious food. i got pierogies that came with a beer cheese dip and a garden salad. later on i ended up also ordering another beer, a sole artisian terp lord double IPA with honey that was INCREDIBLE. sooo good. that one might be my favorite all of tour.

during destination dimension’s set, i notice led zepplin finally came upstairs during their last 2-3 songs. but their heads were down looking at their phones the whole time. apparently the second that DD was done, they approached them shaking their hands and saying “awesome set dude! can we use all of your gear?”

literally all of it. the drummer only brought STICKS.

they also asked for a guitar. tony grabbed his second guitar from the DD van and the guitarist tuned it down. the guitarist that used santino’s rig broke his noise reduction pedal. both nights after, santino had to just ditch that pedal because it started causing signal issues.

not all of us watched them. we were pretty pissed off and lamenting the fact we had to stay with these clowns. we were getting pretty bad vibes from them.

well, there was somewhat good news lmao.

after led zepplin plays, the drummer who was putting us up for the night disappears. his friends are still kind of hanging around as we are packing our gear and merch up. we had until 10 to get out of there because the side of the street we were parked on was only for the public until then. the drummer messages me on facebook saying “hey i had to run because of an emergency, but message me when you’re leaving”. so we start to formulate a game plan for food before settling in for the night. it’s like, 9:20ish at this point. santino really wants food (it was probably milk and cookies i dont remember lmao), and so we figure we’ll stop somewhere along the way. i’m about to ask the drummer for his address when i see DD talking to one of the guys from led zepplin.

they seem to be asking the guy for the drummer’s number or contact but i hear him say something about not being able to access the internet or his data? he then turns to me and was like “well, i can give you his number...” and gives me the drummer’s number.

i queue up a text to the phone number and say, “hey! we were just about to head over, wanted to get your address before we left so that we could figure out a place to stop for food on the way.”

a few minutes pass. we’re all shooting the shit outside the venue kinda talking about how weird the night was. i remember clearly anthony, jeremy and jaime were standing in front of me when i finally got a response back. my mouth was agape before i started laughing:

“HEY! Fuck, we kind of had an emergency at our house, my roommate got robbed at gunpoint deliving pizza and hes not doing so well. He kinda freaked out on me when I told him I was having you guys stay. Im so sorry, I forgot to check with my roommates, theyre not gonna be down with anyone crashing here tonight, Im so fucking sorry. I'm gonna ask around for you guys tho, I feel absolutely terrible”

i turn to josef and santino and say, “pull up hotwire.com right now.”

photo credit: julie yi photography

the whole lot of us erupt in raucous yelling and disbelief hahaha. after not watching any of the bands and borrowing all of our gear, this WHOLE time, the dude had NOT ASKED HIS ROOMMATES IF THE TOUR COULD CRASH EVEN THOUGH HE WAS THE ONE WHO OFFERED US A PLACE TO STAY AND HAD BEEN TALKING TO US WEEKS LEADING UP TO THE SHOW.

the bit about his roommate being robbed at gunpoint, in my opinion, could be true. and was grounds to maybe not have us stay over last minute. maybe we were fucked either way. but it was the fact that he never asked his roommates, and he admitted that. this was someone who was also in a pretty popular touring band. how could he not have asked ahead of time if it was cool? he could have even omitted that part completely, and the fact that he didn’t makes the ‘robbed at gunpoint’ alibi questionable.

chris takes out his phone and makes a phone call. by some divine miracle his friend jorge was awake, answered, and was able to house all 10 of us last minute. the only catch was that we had to drive out three hours to state college, PA - now.

we ran across the street just in time before the nearby coffee shop closed and we got coffee for the drive. bizzarely enough, i felt so amped up and kind of excited at the prospect of a last-minute three hour drive that i volunteered to drive. the barista was not excited that we were coming in 15 minutes before closing, but after some chatting and some apologizing on my behalf because i apologize for everything lmao, it turns out he’s a huge springsteen fan and goes out to LBI in jersey every year for summer vacation. in that moment i felt so dumb for not having my friend bobby mahoney’s band cards because this guy needed to hear them, so i prayed he would remember his band off the weight of our coincidental meeting alone.

i wanted to make this drive fun, so i played the first 90′s playlist on spotify that i could and we had our most fun drive all of tour. we stopped at sheetz on the way to pick up some alcohol about an hour in (PA u lucky jerks y’all got convenience stores with liquor), and then we were back on the road. after the playlist played for a bit, we took turns playing requests. we played everything from TLC, to destiny’s child, to aaron carter, to the pokemon: the movie soundtrack. we reveled in nostalgia like a bunch of LOSERS but it was so much fun and as a result the drive flew by.

we arrived to jorge’s house in state college around 1:30 am. though a little worn out we drank beers and hung out for a couple hours before going to sleep. instantly several people queued up to shower lmao.

i took this pic at like 2:15 am and sent it to my mom bc she love shandy

i felt like this happened for a reason haha. and i think we were actually much happier with this outcome, which was why we were blissfully having conversation and enjoying each other’s company. this was probably our third tour package sleepover in a row and neither band was getting sick of the other. by this point i think we also had started up our tour group chat too, someone lumped us together so that we could more easily communicate but most importantly share memes haha.

it’s happy mishaps like this, these spontaneous adventures, that make tour so fulfilling. on tour, i escape from the draining monotony of my life and am liberated by solely having the obligation to wake up and gig every day. it’s such a freeing feeling. which is why the last stretch and coming home were so, so difficult.

oh, and the drummer never followed up to check if we found a place to stay.

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andrewmawby · 7 years ago

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Basement Bathroom Drywall and Cement Board Installation

Today I wanted to show you the progress we are making on our new basement bathroom with the help of our partners at National Gypsum and their Purple XP Drywall and PermaBase Cement Board products. We are really excited on how it's turning out.

We also have a giveaway for one lucky Remodelaholic reader. Read to the end to find out more information.

So, I don't typically wear a hard hat around the house remodeling, but I thought it was very appropriate for hanging drywall on the ceiling, besides it matches the bathroom drywall- my wife will be so proud. No need to have drywall fall on my noggin.

Cassity showed you a bit about the basement bathroom before just this morning. Sorry that we forgot to get before pictures- I am sure we will find them a year from now! Anywho, now that all the walls are framed in the bathroom and everything behind the walls are in place, I am going to show you how I installed the ceiling and wall boards.

It is REALLY exciting when I get to this point in the project, because it really starts to feel like a room. It’s a lot easier to visualize the space with walls and ceilings in place. and considering how much work this tiny space has been it is nice to have that all behind me, and the fun stuff ahead.

With this bathroom our plan is to use a lot of tile on all walls. We have not yet nailed down the exact tile, but we have seen some really nice tiled bathrooms that are getting us excited. As for the ceiling finishes, I will be finishing it smooth with paint like all the rest of walls in the rest of house. We might add some texture later on, in the form of diagonal wood planks but with water vapor abounding in a bathroom we may have to skip this idea. For now we will just keep it simple.

For the longest time I wasn't quite sure on how to install the walls around the bathtub to help keep out the water and prevent it from future water damage. Should I just use drywall? Do I need a plastic barrier? How do I keep it watertight? How do I avoid mold and mildew issues behind the walls? I was constantly talking to people trying to find the right way to install the walls around a shower.

I finally found the solution to all my questions. I recently learned about the PURPLE XP® product line by National Gypsum. I told you about it in this post here. They do have a great website ASKFORPURPLE.com, where you can find out all you need to know about the great features of the PURPLE XP® products. You can also find out where to by it as well which is really handy. There you can find diagrams on how to install it correctly as well.

So in the bathroom remodel, I'm using two of the PURPLE XP® products. The first one is the PermaBase PLUS® Cement Board. I will be using it on all the walls in the bathroom. This is a great product because we are using a lot of tile. The cement board will provide the best bond for for the thin-set and tile. I will need to add an additional waterproof membrane around the tub and sink, because it is vapor permeable and unaffected by water, but it is not a water barrier. Another great thing about the cement board is that it is lightweight. It has foam beads in the mix that makes it lighter and easier to carry to the job site. It also cuts easier by using just a utility knife. It’s the same technique with drywall, just score the edge and snap it, then cut the back edge loose. You just have to cut a little deeper to get through the fiber mesh that holds it all together. Buying a utility knife with breakaway blades was very necessary to keep a sharp knife. I will show you pictures below of how to cut it.

For the ceiling I will be using the Purple XP® Drywall. This is great for bathrooms because it is mold, mildew and water resistant. I don’t know about you but I enjoy a nice hot steamy shower after a long day of remodeling.

Let's get on to the project and show you some pictures on of how things are turning out.

These are some of the shots of the tub side of the bathroom right after finishing all the plumbing wiring and HVAC. We are SOOO excited to have a 6'x3′ tub though. The problem is that we need a bigger water heater now to fill it. That will be another exciting story to tell later.

Installing the Bathroom Drywall Ceiling

Here are some pictures of getting the sheet rock measured and ready. I installed the ceiling first because I wanted the walls to be under it to help support the edges of the ceiling. It just made sense to me.

It was super easy to cut with a utility knife. A straight edge came in handy to keep the cuts straight. I did notice that I measured 1/4″ less that the actual measurement to have the drywall fit nice in the space. It does not have to be too exact. Just give yourself a little wiggle room.

After you cut the front side, purple in this case, just bend it back and it will snap. Then take the knife on the back side and cut of the rest of the paper.

This is the drywall for above the tub. If you notice on the framed images, at the beginning of the post, there are pipes that I am trying not to drill a hole through. So I drilled 4″ holes where the light boxes will be before I hung the sheet of drywall.

To help with the installation, I built a T-support to hold the drywall up while I screwed it in place. You can see it holding up the drywall on my right. I screwed two 2×4’s together to make a T. It was about the height of the rough ceiling. This “fancy” tool saved a lot of back ache.

Once the ceilings were in place it was time to move on to the walls!!

Installing the Cement Board Walls

Now it's time to work with the PermaBase PLUS® Cement Board PermaBase PLUS® Cement Board. Measure out there you want to cut. Again I gave my self about a 1/4″ wiggle room with the measurements. Use a straight edge and cut with a utility knife along the printed side of the board. That side is easier to cut and it is the side that needs to be on the outside. of the wall itself.

Once it is cut just snap it back.

Then cut the back side with the knife. The knife I used only lasted a couple of cuts, but it was the breakaway kind that you didn't have to replace the blade every time. Just buy a bunch of extra blades to have ready.

On areas where I had to cut out a corner and not all the way across, I used a reciprocating saw to cut the shortest side.

Then just use the utility knife for the longer side.

Once cut just snap it off and cut the back side. Really easy!

For areas where I needed to drill holes, I used an old drill bit. I would start a hole then come back with a reciprocating saw to cut it out.

When attaching it to the wall make sure to use cement board screws and not drywall screws. I was using 1 1/4″ cement board screws. They wont rust. You can use them on drywall as well.

Also the spacing is 8″ for the cement board (where there are studs). Double the amount for drywall. This will make it extra strong for holding tile.

When installing over a tub you do need to make sure that the cement board sits right on top of the tub. On the tub sides, against the walls, we had the tub company install a small lip to keep the water from going back behind the wall. The cement board sits in front of that lip edge. This will keep water from going back behind the tub.

Here are a couple of pictures of all the wall and ceiling boards installed. It's starting to look like a room.

The next step is to tape all the seams and corners. I used ProForm join tape and ProForm joint compound. There is an alkaline resistant fiber tape that must be used on cement boards to hold the joints together. The tape has a sticky back to help it hold to the wall before you cover it with thin-set.

After taping the cement boards, mix up some thin-set mortar and cover the tape. I only used thin-set on the cement boards. On the drywall ceiling I used plaster. We are waiting on our new window to come in so we haven't finished the sill work yet, but that will be really soon!

After about three to four coats on the ceiling and sanding in between, we are ready for paint and tile.

I am glad to be done with the walls and ceiling in this bathroom. This was a big under taking for such a small room you just can't imagine the details that had to be considered in order to close up all the walls! BUT I love the peace of mind of knowing that my bathroom will have extra protection that PURPLE XP® gives.

Well, what do you think about these products? Have you used PURPLE XP® before? Be sure to check out their great website of information at ASKFORPURPLE.com

Giveaway Time!

National Gypsum will be giving away a PURPLE XP® labeled tool box and a $100 VISA gift card.

Be sure to leave a comment about where you would want to use PURPLE XP® in your house so you can win some product for your home!

(PS: Sawdust Girl is giving away her own tool set and gift card, so you can double your chances of winning by entering on her site, too)

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