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alice-dont-break · 4 years ago

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Heyyy I’m back with another one shot! This one is little heavier and talks about anxiety attacks, so please proceed with caution if that content could negatively affect you in any way. I wrote this a while ago inspired the first time I really struggled with my anxiety, and my big sister was there for me. It makes me smile a lot so I hope y’all like it!!

Like Mother, Like Daughter | Janthony One Shot

tw: anxiety

After a long day at the studio, Anthony had to run up the stairs to his front door because he couldn’t wait another moment to see his family. It was almost eleven o’clock, so he’d only be sneaking into his daughters’ bedrooms to kiss their sleeping foreheads, but it would still be the highlight of his day. When he walked inside, however, he frowned at the light illuminating the kitchen and his eldest daughter’s slouched silhouette at the counter.

“Hey Cass, what’re you doing up?” He asked quietly, not wanting to startle her, while approaching her from behind to rub her shoulders and kiss the top of her head.

“Hey dad,” she grumbled, “just studying. History test tomorrow.” Her eyes stayed fixed on the textbook pages that were painted with neon yellow streaks.

“It’s pretty late peanut, you almost done? Even that super smart brain of yours needs some rest to perform at its best,” Anthony reasoned, continuing to knead the taut muscles in his daughter’s upper back.

“Mhm, just need to re-read these chapters one last time.”

Anthony thought about pushing her more to go to bed, but he recognized the steel-cut look in her eyes from many similar conversations with her mother. When these girls were determined, it was near impossible to get them to lighten up. Instead of arguing, he walked around the counter to fill a glass of water, then set it down beside her books.

“Alright Cass, I’m going to get ready for bed but come up if you need anything and try to get some rest soon. I can drive you in the morning so you can sleep in a little, too,” he said, muffled by her hair as he gave her another kiss.

“It’s okay, I’m getting to school early so Ashley and I can quiz each other. Goodnight dad,” she said dismissively.

As Anthony reluctantly walked out, he chewed on the inside of his cheek. Cassidy was in eighth grade, which meant she was in the thick of high school applications. She’d always had incredible marks at school, so she was hoping to attend a fancy Manhattan private school, on a scholarship no less. He and Jasmine were trying their best to keep her calm throughout the process and prove they were proud of her regardless of the outcome, but it was easy to see she was drowning under the weight of her own standards. If she wasn’t spending extra hours in the school library before or after classes, she was cooped up at the kitchen counter, nose buried in a textbook. Anthony worried about her stamina, but she was steadfast in her commitment to studying.

When he got upstairs, he found his younger daughter in the polar opposite position. Clara, now nine years old, was fast asleep in her bed. After carefully opening her door and tiptoeing to the bed, he crouched down to leave a soft kiss on her temple. He smiled as she subconsciously crinkled her nose while staying asleep, exactly the way Jasmine does. Finally, he retired to his own bedroom where he was greeted with a beaming smile from his wife.

“Hey baby,” Jasmine said, sitting up against the headboard in their king-sized bed.

Anthony walked around to her side and leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the lips before pulling her into a tight embrace.

“How was the studio?” she asked, muffled by his chest as she held on for an extra beat.

“It was good... hey did you know Cassidy is still down there studying?”

“Really?” Jasmine pulled back with a furrowed brow. “She said she was almost done when I came up here an hour ago.”

“Hmmm, that’s what she just said to me,” he hummed back.

Jasmine watched as Anthony pulled off his jeans and tee-shirt and climbed into bed next to her with a sigh. “I’m kinda worried about her, babe. She gets real worked up about this school application stuff,” he said softly. He reached over to bring her hand into his lap, needing something to fidget with and knowing she loved when he toyed with her fingers.

“I know, me too. Getting her to go to dance class is basically a fight every day. She just wants to come home and study.”

“She gets that same look in her eye that you do,” Anthony smirked. “That look that says ‘leave me alone while I’m achieving greatness or I’ll kick your ass’”.

Jasmine rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’m worried she’s getting all my perfectionist tendencies. I just hope she doesn’t get the anxiety that comes with it.”

“Hey, we’ll be lucky if she’s as hard working, passionate and driven as her mama. We’ve just gotta make sure she knows how to handle it.” Anthony brought her hand up to his lips so he could press a soft kiss to each of her knuckles.

“You’re right,” Jasmine sighed, “I should probably go talk to her.”

Anthony released her hand as she leaned over to steal another kiss. Once she rolled out of bed, she pulled on a robe and slippers and trudged down the stairs.

“Baby girl, what’re you still doing up?” She cooed as softly as she could to avoid waking Clara, and sat down on the stool next to Cassidy.

“Gotta study,” she mumbled back. Jasmine rested a hand on Cassidy’s upper back, rubbing up and down, but it elicited no response.

“Babe, can you look at me for a sec?”

“Mom, I have to keep reading,” she groaned, glowering over at her mom.

“Cassidy, you’ve been studying all week for this test. You were acing the practice tests on Monday and now it’s Thursday. Now you just need rest.” Jasmine reached her other hand over to close the textbook. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” she murmured.

“No!” Cassidy shrieked, pulling back from her mother’s soft touch.

“Sweetheart - ”

“No mom! I have to keep studying! History is my worst class and if I don’t get 100% on this test I’m not going to be able to pull my grade up to an A by the end of the semester and then I won’t be able to put a 4.0 on my school applications and then I’m not going to get..get in anywhere and you...you’re all gonna know...know that I fail.. failed.. and I’m stupid and and -“ Cassidy unloaded all her fears without a single pause until finally her breathing was so erratic that she couldn’t get her words out. Jasmine watched with her lips tightly pursed as her daughter’s eyes filled to the brim with hot tears.

“Oh baby girl, come here darling,” Jasmine whispered. She stood up and stepped between Cassidy’s legs to hold her tightly against her chest. Sobs racked through her small frame as Jasmine felt her shirt getting damp with tears.

Jasmine pulled back and let her hands rise to cup her daughter’s face, thumbing away tears as they flooded her blotchy cheeks. She leaned forward to press a kiss to her girl’s creased forehead, but when she looked back, she found fear had flooded Cassidy’s eyes. Her breaths became shallower and her trembling hands reached out to grasp her mother’s forearm for balance.

Jasmine knew these signs far too well.

“Okay baby, it’s okay, just focus on your breathing. Just slowly in and out,” she coached.

“Can’t! I can’t!” Cassidy panted, eyes wide with panic.

Jasmine leaned forward for another forehead kiss, then took both her daughter’s hands and pulled her up to standing. She guided her slowly, one step at a time, over to the sofa, and sat down with Cassidy between her legs. She leaned them both back to open up her daughter’s chest, and placed one hand in her hair with one wrapped around her middle. Cassidy’s hand quickly found her mother’s arm to hold onto once again, as Jasmine used her other hand to smooth down her daughter’s unyielding curls.

“Sweetheart, I want you to pay attention to how my chest rises and falls, and try to make yours do the same. Try to get your air all the way down to your belly where our hands are, okay?”

Cassidy’s breaths became a little slower, though she occasionally choked on her sobs. “That’s it baby, keep going,” Jasmine praised.

Though she noticed the improved breathing, Jasmine was still attuned to the trembling of her daughter’s hands and the tension in her shoulders. Her heart twinged, recognizing the symptoms of her own anxiety that she was now well acquainted with.

“Hey baby girl, we’re going to try something that usually makes me feel a little better, okay? I want you to start by telling me five things you can see. Can you do that?”

Cassidy froze for a moment, but then nodded. “Um... our legs, the TV... the red blanket over there... um... the painting on the wall, and the rug?”

“Perfect, sweetie,” Jasmine cooed, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s temple. “Now can you tell me four things that you can physically feel?”

“Uhhh, your hands, your chin on my shoulder, the couch underneath us, and, ummm, my hair on the back of my neck?”

“Mhmm, good girl, now three things you can hear?” Another kiss warmed the side of Cassidy’s face, and she leaned into her mother’s touch.

“The fan, dad walking around upstairs, and cars driving by.”

Jasmine had smushed their faces together and was nuzzling against her daughter’s cheek. “Two things you can smell?”

“Your tooth paste and your shea moisturizer,” Cassidy replied with a faint smile.

“Classic,” Jasmine chuckled back, “now one thing you can taste?”

“The chocolate I was snacking on a bit ago.”

“That was great baby,” Jasmine murmured, before attacking Cassidy’s cheeks with kisses until she surrender a small giggle. Once they’d both settled, Jasmine rubbed Cassidy’s arms up and down. “You feeling a bit better, sweetheart? Wanna sit up and talk?”

Cassidy nodded, and turned to sit cross-legged facing her mom. “I d-don’t know what that was,” she frowned, “I like, couldn’t breathe and my chest hurt and I’ve never felt like that before.”

Jasmine held both her hands and nodded sympathetically. “I know babe, it really sucks. It looked like an anxiety attack, which I get sometimes too.”

“How do you stop them from happening?”

“Well, it’s hard. I think you and I are both perfectionists, which means we’re really hard on ourselves,” she sighed, rubbing half circles with her thumbs on the back of Cassidy’s hands. “It’s great to have little exercises like the one we just did to help you calm down, but what I’ve found most helpful is talking to a professional. I used to go see someone every week and she’d help me control all the anxiety I had about needing to be perfect all the time.”

Cassidy’s eyes widened as she responded with a slow nod. “That feels like a lot...”

“I know it seems scary at first, babe, and you definitely don’t need to be ready to do that now. It’s just an option for if you ever feel like this is too much. But for now, we’re going to be better about reminding you that we love you and your sister more than anything in this world, and that we are so proud of you because of what is in your heart and your mind. We don’t need an acceptance letter from a fancy school to prove what we already know, which is that our little girl is a genius, in addition to so many other things. You’re kind, and loving, and a beautiful dancer, and a perfect role model for your little sister... and those are the things that really matter.”

“Even if I don’t get in?”

“Even if you don’t get in,” Jasmine smiled, punctuating her sentence with a kiss to Cassidy’s temple. “Plus, if you ever forget that, or have another anxiety attack like this, you’ve just gotta call me or dad. Doesn’t matter if you’re at school, or if we’re working, or sleeping, you just call and one of us will be there to help you through it.”

“Does papa have these too?”

“No, not really. He gets stressed but it does’t manifest this way like it does for me. He’s helped me through loads and loads of them over the years though, so he’s basically an expert.”

Cassidy nodded, then dove back into her mother’s arms. “I love you, mama, thank you” she hummed against Jasmine’s chest.

“I love you too, baby girl. Now come on, let’s get you into bed.”

Cassidy bit her lip, as she looked up at her mom. “Can I just finish the chapter I’m on?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “You have exactly as long as it takes for me to make you a cup of sleepytime tea, and then I am closing that book.”

A few minutes later, Cassidy was following her mom upstairs and into her bedroom. “Mama, I’m okay now. You can go to bed,” she yawned, as they both slipped under the pink floral blankets on her bed.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but with all your studying I haven’t gotten nearly enough Cass and Mama cuddles, so I’m just as happy to stay in here,” Jasmine smirked.

Cassidy rolled her eyes, then shifted over to fold into her mother’s arms. With her head resting on Jasmine’s chest and gentle kisses pressed into her hair, she drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

Sleep didn’t come quite as easily for Jasmine. Over the years, she and Anthony had found joy in spotting little pieces of themselves in their girls. First it was the curls, then the freckles, then the way Clara crinkles her nose when she’s loved on in her sleep, but this was different. She didn’t feel a warmth in her chest that would stir up a smile she couldn’t wipe away, but instead felt a churn in her stomach.

She felt her daughter’s warm breath on her neck and prayed it would always be so slow and steady, but deep down feared this might not be a one time incident. Anxiety built four walls around Jasmine when she was around Cassidy’s age, and have tried to cave in on her many times since. Over the years, she’s found different ways to hold them up and cope with their claustrophobic presence, and even found a beautiful partner to help from the outside, but they were always there.

Shards of guilt were gnawing at Jasmine’s mind, wondering if somehow she had passed on the thing that hurt her the most to the person she loved the most. She wanted to fight every battle for Cassidy right now, shield her from any pain or worry, and stop every anxiety attack before it got anywhere near her. Pressing a soft kiss to her baby’s temple, she made a silent promise to teach her every grounding and mindfulness technique she needed, and be present to listen, to empathize, and to love unconditionally. Looking at the girl curled up in her arms, cheeks slightly rosy and curls splayed out everywhere, she found a mirror image of herself, who was a little bit stronger and a hell of a lot smarter. If one good thing could have come from the years of fighting she’d been through, it was that she could now understand her daughter’s struggles and help her through them better than anyone else in the world could. For now though, all she could do was nuzzle in closer to her baby girl, and make sure she knew the warmth and comfort that would always be available to her.

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years ago

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If You Just Realize

Part Three: Hold Me Up

Summary: Sebastian filled Y/N in on the upcoming custody issues. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 2065 Series Warnings: Death, angst, sadness. Lots of creative licensing, I’m sure. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my realized feelings square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: I’ve much enjoyed writing this series, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it! The tag list is open; requests to be added can be done so here. There are bits and pieces of Romanian throughout the series, mostly from Google Translate and the few things I’ve picked up as I learn the language. Happy Reading!

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After dinner, they gathered together in the family room to watch The Little Mermaid, at Milena’s request. They popped popcorn and had root beer floats — they were all full to the brim by bedtime. Milena wanted to watch another movie, so they started Despicable Me, but the family was asleep before the movie was half over. Anthony and Georgeta took Milena to bed with them, leaving Y/N and Sebastian to clean up from the snacks and shut the house down.

Y/N shouldered her bag and switched from one foot to the other, nervous for some reason. She waited for Sebastian to be done in the kitchen, then asked if she should stay in the guest room.

He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Uh, yeah, that’s fine, or you could — you could stay with me. If you want to. You don’t have to.”

“I mean, I don’t — if you want to be alone, I don’t want to …” She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned, then chuckled. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I feel nervous about this. We’ve slept in the same bed before, no problem. Maybe because it’s your parents’ house.”

Sebastian smirked. He loved the traditional, old-fashioned parts of her upbringing that would randomly show up in conversation or shine through in her preferences. He pulled his head in the direction of the room that would always be his in the house.

“C’mon, Bright Eyes, let’s get some sleep.”

Y/N smiled, grateful that he made the decision for her. She used the main bathroom in the hallway to wash her face and brush her teeth, and change from her jeans and t-shirt to a cotton nightgown. She packed her toiletries back into her bag and tiptoed back to Sebastian’s room. He was sitting up in bed, checking messages on his phone.

“Who in the world would be messaging you this late with everything going on?” Y/N asked, dropping her bag next to the dresser before climbing into the big, comfy bed. She fluffed the pillow a couple of times, then lay on her side, facing Sebastian.

He shook his head. “No one, I’m just catching up on some things I missed. Mostly people checking in, asking how the service went. Hey, do you wanna go have a coffee with me in the morning?”

“You don’t want to have breakfast with your parents and Milena?”

“I’m sure they’re all going to sleep late. Thought it might be nice to get out for just a little bit.”

Y/N nodded. “Sure, whatever sounds good to you.”

Sebastian plugged his phone into the charger then, and turned off the bedside lamp. He leaned over to kiss her forehead, thanking her again for being there with him.

“I’m always gonna be here, Seb, whenever you need me,” she assured him through a yawn. “Wake me when you’re ready for coffee in the morning, if I’m not up already.”

Before Sebastian could reply, she was asleep. Smiling to himself, he pulled the covers a little tighter around him and tried to get some rest.

After a night of restless sleep Y/N woke far earlier than she would have liked the next morning. After half an hour of more tossing and turning trying to go back to sleep, she got up and changed to the running shorts she had packed just in case, her t-shirt from the day before, then slipped into her favorite pair of running shoes — also packed just in case. Careful not to wake anyone else, she downed a glass of water to get some hydration in her system, then let herself out through the front door.

As she ran through the neighborhood where Georgeta and Anthony lived, she breathed deep, enjoying the fresh air filling her lungs first thing in the morning. Her flight schedule the day before, followed by the immediate activity of the funeral, had left her feeling tired and weighed down. Oh, she wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world, but if she was going to be a support to her friend, she wanted to be refreshed and alert in the coming days.

How heavy her heart felt for Sebastian; a heaviness that no run could shake off. He had been so close with his sister, so proud of her. Despite their age difference and the fact that she was, in actuality, his half-sister, Y/N had never known Sebastian to treat Irina as anything less than a sister he had grown up with his entire life. When he had called to tell Y/N about the car accident, to ask her to come for the service, his voice had been thick with tears. She had helped him through break-ups and things before, but this was one heartbreak she didn’t know if anyone could help him heal from.

After a couple miles, she returned to the house. She found towels easily enough and showered in the main bathroom. Once she was dressed, she dealt with her hair and patted some moisturizer on her face. Upon opening the door, she saw a sleepy little girl standing in the hallway, still in Anthony’s t-shirt, her pigtails lopsided, and one chubby hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Well, good morning, princess,” Y/N greeted, quiet but with a smile. “How are you today?”

Milena only nodded and stretched her hands up to be held. Y/N obliged her immediately, taking the girl to the family room for some morning cartoons. Milena sat in Y/N’s lap, curled up and leaning against her chest. Y/N took the throw blanket from the back of the couch and covered the both of them with it while they watched.

Georgeta found them an hour or so later, greeting both girls with a kiss on the cheek. She offered breakfast, which Milena eagerly accepted — especially when she was given the opportunity to help make pancakes — but Y/N informed the other woman of Sebastian’s request that they go for coffee that morning.

“Maybe I’ll go see if he’s ready to wake up,” she mused, folding the blanket before laying it on the back of the couch where it had been.

He was facing away from the door, his breathing deep and even. His hair was mussed from quite a bit of tossing and turning himself, and Y/N contemplated if she should wake him or not. Biting her bottom lip, she seated herself on the side of the bed where she had slept the night before. Balancing herself on one arm, she leaned over to run her hands through Sebastian’s thick, brown hair.

“Mmm.” The sound was scratchy and low in his throat. Y/N smiled and kept doing what she was doing, until he took a deep breath and reached up to catch her hand in his. “That was a really great wake-up call but if you keep doing that, I’m going to fall back asleep real quick.”

She chuckled. “Your mom and Milena are making pancakes. Do you want to eat with them or do you still want to go for coffee?”

He squeezed her hand before releasing it. Rolling to his back, he looked up at her and smiled. “Good morning.”

“Morning.”

“Yeah, let’s go for coffee, if you don’t mind. I’ll make you more pancakes when we come back, if there aren’t any left.”

Y/N scooted off the bed to give him some privacy while he got ready for them to go out. She joined Georgeta and Milena in the kitchen while she waited, but she didn’t have to wait long. Sebastian had donned a t-shirt and jeans, plopped a baseball cap on his head, found some shoes, and called it good. Y/N wished she could get ready that quickly and that easily.

“We’re gonna go for coffee, but I don’t think we’ll be gone too long,” Sebastian informed his mother. “Is it all right if I take your car?”

“Sure,” Georgeta agreed. She accepted his kiss to her cheek and smiled when he hugged Milena so tight, the little girl giggled and tried to push out of the hug.

“I wanna go!” Milena pleaded, dancing around the kitchen.

Sebastian sighed. “This one’s just for me and Y/N, okay, munchkin? I promise, I’ll take you out, just you and me, soon.”

With her grandmother beginning to flip pancakes, Milena didn’t need much more convincing to stay behind. She climbed up on the footstool she had been using to see what was going on at the counter, her uncle and his friend forgotten for the time being.

The ride to the coffee shop was quiet. They found a parking spot not too far from the cafe, and Sebastian held tight to Y/N’s hand as they crossed the street. He held the door open for her, paid for their coffees, and then sat across from her at a table with good sunlight but not right next to the window.

“You sleep okay last night?” he asked.

Y/N shrugged, savoring the warm feeling of the coffee as she sipped at it. “Tossed and turned a little this morning, so I got up for a run. I’m not too tired right now, though.”

“Good. When we get back, we can hang out for a little bit, then if you need to nap or anything, you should.” He blew on his coffee before taking a drink of the black brew. “So, I know that you know something’s up. After the heated discussion with Alice yesterday, and I’m sure things seemed a little tense when you came back with the food.”

She shrugged. “Yes, but considering the circumstances, I didn’t think much of it.”

He ran a hand over his face and let out a deep sigh. After another drink of his coffee, he plunged into it. “Apparently, Irina told Mom that if anything ever happened to her, she wanted me to take custody of Milena. I don’t know why, and there’s nothing on paper because …”

“Because she was in her mid-twenties and why would she worry that something would happen to her now,” Y/N supplied.

“Exactly. The Hills — Milena’s other grandparents — want joint custody of her. It just seems like so much back and forth. Obviously, we want to keep whatever pieces of Irina that we can, but we also want to handle things the way she would have wanted them to be handled. They’ve already got a lawyer working on things, apparently, and I’m going to see my lawyer this afternoon. That’s really who I was messaging when we went to bed last night.”

Y/N reached over to squeeze his hand. “Sebastian, you know you’re gonna be great for her, right? Milena loves you — she thinks the world of you. If that’s what your sister wanted, it had to be for good reason.”

“But am I ready for this? Really? A little girl, in my care, who I’m responsible for? Why does that suddenly seem like the most daunting task I’ll ever take on.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “The Hills think joint custody with my parents would be better because of my schedule, my job. They know I can provide for her, but they’re concerned she won’t get the attention she deserves.”

“So you’re worried about it, too,” Y/N surmised. “First of all, no one’s ever ready to become a parent. Even with all the preparation in the world, a lot of unexpected things are going to happen. Second, as far as work and giving Milena attention, that’s something you can balance. You can find help. I’ve been reading a few scripts, but I’m otherwise between things right now. My next movie doesn’t premiere for another six months. I can help you.”

“I can’t ask you to put your life on hold, Y/N.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not asking, I’m offering. And even if I wasn’t offering, yes, you can ask. That’s what friends are for.”

He licked his lips and thought it over. The thought that had seeded in his mind the day before sprouted up again; he dismissed it quickly.

“Maybe we start with you going to the lawyer with me this afternoon, go from there.”

“I think that’s a good plan,” she agreed, taking another drink of her coffee. “But my offer stands, Sebastian. Whatever you need from me, I’m happy to help.”

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antiracistkaren · 4 years ago

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The Email I never sent.

From June 24th, 2020

Hi.

If you are getting this email, it’s because I feel the need to share this information with you. I don’t expect you to answer me, and frankly, I’m sending this to a pretty wide ranging group of folks, so if you don’t respond ever, I’m unlikely to remember or hold it against you. I’m telling you this up front so that when you open this email, you’re not on edge. I care about how you feel as you’re reading these words. I hope that you can hear my tone, a voice that you know well: one that cares a lot about you. This email isn’t carrying any anger at all, only information which, as you know I love.

You know what’s going on with my husband, and how turbulent things are right now. Well, imagine that, in the midst of that, not being able to function. Literally. Imagine breaking down in total tears in panic while on the phone with your husband’s brother (who you’re not at all sure likes you) because you’re so terrified of your own husband that you cannot speak through it, and trying to explain why you’re suddenly overcome. Then imagine trying to explain yourself, over and over, to people who keep asking, “I thought you were fine, and loving quarantine?”

Imagine discovering, the middle of your husband’s mental breakdown, that you seem to be having one of your own. How horrifying. When you’re in your room, you’re fine. In fact, it’s nice in here…

I can put on headphones and slowly organize my own room. In here, I’m safe. I can fold clothes. I can make my bed. I can bring order to the chaos inside of my room, but I cannot seem to bring order to the chaos of voices inside of my head. Usually I know exactly what my day will look like: I have it planned out from 8 AM until 8 PM. And then I get a structured hour of free time and after that I should really go to bed. (I don’t. I can’t fall asleep lately before midnight because my thoughts are clamoring in my head, and then a baby wakes up… you get it.)

Unfortunately, I cannot stay in my room. People need me outside--my husband can’t seem to handle the children on his own after he comes home from the mental institution. Mental Institution. I say those words a lot and giggle a little bit after those words every time, especially when I am alone. I never thought I would be saying those words out loud, much less out loud in a house that we somehow live in with kids I’ve somehow had with my own body and a husband who is in a mental institution.

But anyway, as I was saying--I do that, going off on little thought tangents all the time--my partner can’t seem to handle the kids without me. That’s odd to me because I’m not special, and I’ve somehow done it before and have lost that skill somewhere, but he needs me, so I put myself together (in the wrong order) and wear my Happy Mommy mask until bedtime, when I collapse into a gigantic ball of emotion.

I’m confused, my husband is confused, and all of the kids are scared. I can see how scared we all are, the whites around our eyes showing. Anthony is cut by me, my anger, my emotion, my white-hot truth-telling tongue seems to be cutting him all over. And then I see my kids cut him, and seeing Anthony get harmed by me, by my kids, it spirals me down all over again. I can’t even mention my partner, who seems to handle me like I’m just made up of sharp edges. I feel like a … butterfly knife or something. Something sharp and dangerous and very deadly in the hands of someone skilled with it.

Looking back, this Autism pattern fits neatly over my whole life. It’s so strange though… because...

Ah, here’s the best example: become aware that you’re breathing.

Please. Just do it. Think about the fact that you’re breathing. You do it all the time. You don’t think about it, right? Unless I tell you to.

What if I told you that I had to think about breathing in order to breathe? That my whole life, I thought everyone had to think about breathing. That we were all just together in a room, y’all breathing without thinking about it, and me--watching you breathe and imitating the breathing motion, thinking that I am required to operate that way in order to stay alive. No one told me that breathing is automatic, so why would I mention to other people how I’m breathing?

It has come to my attention that I am unique, which is weird, so here’s what it’s like:

Every single day I am aware of every word, facial expression, vocal tone, and hand gesture. I have spent my life carefully curating a personality based on imitating those around me that I love. That radio voice I use on the mic? Classic Ron--finding my lower register and leaning into the mic. The way I read Geeks rules? That’s Josh, who showed me that being quirky and having a big personality can be leveraged on stage in order to BE on stage. My mom taught me quick-witted insults to hurl back at kids who were mean to me. I built a personality based on other people that I thought would serve me best, and I think I’ve done fairly well considering I’m still alive and fairly happy. Or I was, until the quarantine.

You see, every single day, deep in the recesses of my mind, always running like a little motor in the background is the program “Fear of Being a Bad Person”. Every move I make is processed through this motor and filter in the back. Everything I say or text, emojis I use, all of this, is processed through a “I’m trying to be a Good Girl” filter.

When I was young, I didn’t think I was a Bad Person.

When I was in preschool, I was lauded. I had friends. I remember my friends Jason and Summer to this day. I remember feeling safe and cozy in my elementary school in Wetumpka, Alabama. I remember my mother ensuring that I was put into an advanced class in kindergarten. Teachers could tell that there was something different about me, but also, they couldn’t handle my fidgeting, my impatience with kids not being fast as I was to know the answer. I would roll my eyes, make faces at the other kids, get up--because I knew all this stuff anyway--and go away from circle time. That was Bad.

And then suddenly I spent most of my day with older kids. I got to do Tangrams, write plays, dress up and hang out with kids who seemed to accept that I was a bit smarter, a bit different. My mom fought for that for me, every time.

But then my mom got remarried. Moving mid-year in 2nd grade was difficult. I didn’t understand the new kids, the nuance at the school. I didn’t know who could be my friend. I didn’t understand the wealth gap. By the time middle school came around, I was regularly teased for the clothes I wore. I would cry to my mother about the teasing and she would throw up her hands, confused and furious because I had picked these clothes out. I would alternate between starving myself and eating furiously and crying when I got home from school. I would wear baggy clothes because boys would pop my bra strap, and make unwanted comments about my body. Suddenly my outspokenness made me a target. Boys started to touch me without me wanting them to, and I didn’t understand why. I also couldn’t seem to make it stop, no matter how baggy my clothes were.

Once I told my mother about a boy grabbing me on the bus, and I am talking about hand between my legs and squeezing at my vagina as I walked off the bus to my house, and she told the principal. I was forced to confront the boy and his mother in a locked room… his mother, who sat across from me and called me a slut and a liar. I have a very hard time being called a liar.

I don’t lie. I really don’t want to. If I am being forced to lie, it is because I believe social nuance demands it. I don’t really like your new haircut, but I’m required to lie about it because telling the truth is rude, in that situation. I’ve learned these boundaries by repeatedly being punished (through embarrassment in public and repetition).

So you can see how it might be tough for me to hold a job when I make off-the-cuff comments in meetings like “If we care about diversity so much, how come we don’t have any students of color or low-income students in our most expensive residence hall?”

And, “Are you kidding?! Tornadoes just ravaged Tuscaloosa. If I had extra money to give, and I don’t, I’m not going to give money to the this scholarship fund.” (This was after the deadly tornadoes ripped through my home town--because Tuscaloosa was my home, and I couldn’t believe that I was being asked to donate to the scholarships of rich, mostly white, kids when the Black community in Tuscaloosa was in literal rubble.)

Is it any wonder that I couldn’t seem to stop making mistakes in detail work, which I’m not interested in? Doesn’t it make sense that you’ve seen me not be able to sit when I’m playing board games that I’m excited about? That I get so nervous if there’s a scoring error during quiz, I drop my papers? That although I love public speaking, my hands shake uncontrollably?

A repeated phrase through my life has been “I know you’re a smart girl, why can’t you get this?”

If I am a Smart Girl… why can’t I seem to understand people? I guess I can’t really be a Smart Girl. So I guess I should stay home with my kids since I can’t seem to hack it out in the “real world.”

Imagine my relief when my psychiatrist spotted me immediately. I think my brain is completely broken. I am telling everyone I run into that my brain is broken because I don’t know who can help me. I can’t get it together because the person I’ve hyper focused on for the past 7 years isn’t around--and even though he is home now, he is different and I am different and together we aren’t the same.

Imagine my relief when my psychiatrist lets me in on a secret that other people are just breathing naturally, that it’s not my fault that I have to work so hard. Imagine figuring out that all of those times that I was touched without consent, made to feel stupid, made to feel less than, screamed at, rejected, and put on performance plans and forced to fight for your right to have a job and speak the truth… that it wasn’t because I was deficient… it’s just because I am different.

I had piled on mountains of guilt for hurting people’s feelings. Those moments of embarrassment and shame in my life are vivid memories, and they read in my brain like well-worn books. I take them out and remember them, literally read about them, (I write a lot about these moments in my journals) so that I can make sense out of them. I’ve gotten smarter over the years because I’ve allowed myself to learn how to type as fast as I think. And then I can pour out all of these thoughts on paper, edit them and use them to communicate.

I used to spend hours as a kid in my room, writing, coping with how difficult my life was by getting outside of myself and drawing conclusions, writing poetry, acting, performing music. I’ve lost all the time to do any of those things, and that is why I am completely breaking down.

I am Autistic. I’ve always been autistic. If you have met me in the past 4 years, this is a shock. You’ve only known me as a surprising stay at home mom in your life. Yeah, I’m a little weird, but I’m Fun! Right? That’s on-brand for a stay at home mom, I’ve learned.

So if you’re getting this and you’ve met me since 2016, I have to say you don’t know me very well. The people who have made it the long haul, the folks I’ve known since Alabama, they’re seeing a return to the norm for me. This is normal ol’ weird Sam and, yeah, she’s intense but we love her. I’ve told many of my Alabama people first, and you know what they say? “Oh yeah, I can see that… but I mean, you’re still YOU. You’ve always been this way!”

It seems like it’s, well, my newer whiter wealthier friends who are struggling with this. I think it is because Autism has been presented to us [human beings] as a deficiency, and sure, yes, I am deficient in some ways. But to me, it’s like being free. I am free to be honest about not understanding, and you are free to believe me. You’re free to not be scared to say, “Sam, you’re going on about this social justice thing…” because I understand now that I monologue.

I am certain this is me. I am finally seen and understood, and I can see and understand. I’m sharing this with you because I want you to see and understand me. If I have hurt you in the past, I promise you, it was blindly and unintentional. I feel love very intensely, and if I’ve sent this to you, it is because I love you and I consider you safe.

Through all of my life, my faith has been an underpinning of my making sense of this world too, and it will continue to do that for me. I was wonderfully and fearfully made, and I am loved by my creator, and I am an autistic woman. I hope that you can accept that diagnosis with me.

#autism #actuallyautistic #autisticadult #autisticpride #mentalhealth #socialjustice

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kiara-carrera · 4 years ago

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Headcannons dating meme: Anthony x Theresa

this is under the cut because it got long really quick!

where they first met and how: they met during their childhood. their parents were all very close, so theresa and her brother spent a good deal of time with the bridgertons. however due to the 6-ish year age gap, they didn’t spend a good deal of time together and anthony most definitely viewed theresa as like an additional little sister due to her friendship with daphne

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved: okay this i’m still shaky on because i sort of need season 2 to come into play (also waiting on my copies of these books to be delivered so i can have a tad more context), but there is definitely some light flirting in season 1 but it’s not super serious on his part but season 2,,,their might be a bit more even though she’s with another dude like anthony you choose now to like her????

who fell for who first (if applicable): theresa’s been head over heels for anthony since she was a teenager. at first it was kind of just like a cute lil childhood crush on her friends eldest brother but when she was like finally an adult and stuff she started taking her feelings a bit more seriously.

where their first date was and what it was like: they go promenading in the park, very nice weather, very cute, his mom chaperones from afar and is vvv happy while anthony’s like mom i’m like 30 stop embarrassing me jfc

who asks who out and how (with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’?): anthony is the one who makes the move to officially court her ... it’s very out of nowhere and kind of angsty because she’s technically courting someone else.

who proposes first: anthony

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away: it’s a secret at first because once it’s clear that they’re doing this for real, she has to break off a courtship with someone else and it kind of causes a bit of a scandal because it looked like they were going to be engaged. when they do go public, it’s lowkey a shitshow

where the proposal happens and how (kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park?): so there’s an impromptu proposal and an official proposal. the impromptu one is basically the same moment as him confessing feelings because lord does he not want to see her marry someone else and it’s sort of uncalled for but he’s just putting everything out there. the second one is a bit more formal and they’re not completely alone but it’s very soft.

if they adopt any pets together: nope

who’s more dominant: anthony

where their first kiss was and what it was like: very abrupt, a little aggressive and overly passionate ... also depending on how i timeline this it may technically count as cheating pls do not come for me

if they have any matching couples stuff (mugs? sweaters? pillowcases?): i like to think their wedding bands have a matching vibe to them, but that’s sort of like a standard thing lol.

how into pda they are: not really. it’s also sort of a time era taboo anyways, but they’d only like going as far as like holding hands or a kiss on the cheek when others are around.

who holds the umbrella when it rains: anthony because he believes in being a gentleman

where their usual ‘date spot’ is (if applicable): honestly at their house, they just like quiet intimate time together.

who’s more protective: this is sort of even between them, although anthony’s more of a defend your honor publicly kind of person while theresa’s more the one who pulls him aside to be like i want you to be safe sort of like making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

how long it is before they sleep together (can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’): their wedding night covers both of these

if they argue about anything: this is well before their relationship, but they argue a lot about his bs in s1 with berbrooke and sometimes how he gets this mightier than thou attitude with her because they’re at the point where he still views her as like just some lovesick little girl

who leaves more marks (lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc.): theresa and she has no shame in it whatsoever.

who steals whose clothes and how often: theresa’s been known to pick up his discarded shirts every once and while and wear it to bed

how they cuddle (spooning? facing each other?): sometimes it’s spooning, but sometimes they face each other and she rests her head on his chest.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is: walks in the park, horseback rides, just spending time together in general.

how long they stay mad at each other: anthony can usually only go a few hours after an argument, but if theresa knows she’s right you can bet she will silent treatment the situation for like a day.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are: they both drink tea but i know nothing about tea drinking so i’m not going to answer this lmao

if they ever have any children together: they will have a few! definitely not as many as his family had, but at least 2 or 3. one’s definitely going to be named in honor of her late brother.

if they have any special pet names for each other: anthony uses darling a lot while theresa’s been known to use sweetheart every now and again.

if they ever split up and / or get back together: they don’t. once they’re together, it’s a straight shot to happily ever after!

what their shared living space is like (messy? clean? what kind of decor?): elegant and definitely tidy.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like: they probably spend it with their families, so it’s definitely a fun affair. it’ll probably be a little bit after they marry, so it’ll be a good time.

what their names are in each other’s phones: this is not relevant to them for obvious reasons

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ (buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening?): none as of right now!

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first: theresa for both, but she likes to wake up on the real early side which sort of drives anthony up a wall.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon: theresa lives to be little spoon but on occasion she likes to be big spoon

who hogs the bathroom: i think based on regency styles, probably theresa based on the aspects of everything that goes into looking “presentable” but i really want to say anthony because i just think it’s amusing to think about him sorting out his sideburns every day.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside: anthony’s in the business of whacking spiders swiftly while theresa’s like hold on let me get something to scoop him up to put him back outside.

#asks #ship ask game #antheresa #hughstheforcelou

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undecidedpersonality · 4 years ago

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Writer’s Month 2020 Day Twenty-Six: Summer Vacation

Title: “The Most Fun in Cabo”

By: Nalijah Daniels

Word Count: 1327

Genre: Fiction - Crime

CW: physical violence, kidnapping, drug trafficking

“Aren’t you just having the most fun?” She asks. Her tight blonde hair is pulled back into a high ponytail that accentuates how thin her face is, the bone structure underneath seems to protrude through the skin. The big fake grin she shoots me is even larger because of her gigantic teeth. Everything about her face and demeanor make her seem old despite her young age. I’ve been finding it hard to believe that we’re the same age.

I don’t answer her question even though I know it will anger her more. If I talk, the pain in my face will only worsen from moving, and if I don’t respond the pain will worsen with another stinging slap. I’d rather risk them hurting me than hurt myself.

Bethany grunts for probably the fiftieth time today, rolling her eyes and stalking to the other side of the dark room to grab a sparkling water from the mini fridge there. “God,” she starts, “you are such a bore. You would think, you have every opportunity to have a fun summer vacation if you would just agree to help us. But, you’re too much of a dumb bitch to get it. Get angry at least. Give me––all of us, actually––some entertainment to work with.”

Once again, I refuse to open my mouth and instead opt for a shrug of my shoulders. I would give them more of a reaction if I thought it would benefit me, like a means to an end. There is no end. At least, not one that would lead to my escape and safety.

I was on a fun summer vacation before I was kidnapped by my best friend’s family. With the help of my best friend, Bethany. Ex-best friend, I should probably start calling her that. In all honesty, I probably shouldn’t have considered her my best friend in the first place. I’ve only known her for two months since she moved to my city from two states away. It was perfect in the beginning, as it always is. We had so many common interests and just the perfect amount of differences to make us quick friends. I hadn’t had one of those in so long so I fell for the bait that ended me up here: tied to an uncomfortable wooden chair in a molding basement of a mansion in Cabo because Bethany’s family invited me to an all-expenses-paid vacation with them for two weeks of summer break and I was desperate to get out of my house. I mean, I had never even been out of the country before. Why would I have passed up this opportunity? Now, I would do anything to be swatting flies off my barbecue ribs in my backyard, scorching under the late June sun with my siblings and overbearing parents. The overprotection from them that I was so desperate to run away from seems so reasonable and needed right now.

When I open my eyes again from my daydream of a summer backyard cookout, Bethany is scrunching her nose three inches from my face. “That’s a really ugly bump and bruise,” she states, sticking her tongue out and pointing her finger towards her mouth and making gagging noises. “I should probably call Anthony in here to clean that up before it gets infected. We don’t want an even bigger problem on our hands.”

When Anthony gets downstairs, his tan chest and bright orange, half unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt mocking me, I tense up. He frowns at me, setting his kit on a wooden stool that matched my chair. “Despite these other psychos here, honey, I’m not here to hurt you. My job just happens to be painful, but at least it leads to some form of healing.”

Meeting his eyes I almost believe him, but he hasn’t called the cops to help save me so his help is overridden by the fact that he puts me in pain. As he leans in closer, sterilized tools in hand, his eyes seem even more sincere about feeling bad for me. I still can’t forgive him.

I gasp as the first sting burns through the cut in my cheek. If you get punched hard enough, it will split skin. I always thought that was a ridiculous feature in the movies. I squeeze my eyes shut and to distract myself and blurt out, “What do you guys want from me anyway? You keep telling me to cooperate but you also haven’t told me what I can do.”

Anthony’s hand pauses for a few seconds and since my eyes are closed, I can’t tell if it’s because he’s surprised by my question or because I moved too much speaking. He’s back at patching me after a few seconds but the silence made it feel much longer.

Bethany’s response takes even longer. With my eyes still shut I imagine that she’s opening and closing her mouth like a fish. I imagine her with big bulging eyes coming out the side of her head, too, to pull away from the image of the beautiful girl I was so happy to be friends with just a week ago.

“It’s truly amazing that you remain clueless,” Bethany finally says. “See here’s the thing. Your handsome father is hiding a lot of secrets from you and your family. Those secrets mean a lot to me and my family and we can’t let the information get into just anyone’s hands. Your father, you call him Jimmy right? Well Jimmy just loves his only daughter doesn’t he? Which means there’s a good chance he’ll do anything to get you back.”

I open my eyes and look past Anthony’s messy black hair to meet Bethany’s eyes. There was no way anything she’s saying was real. I wasn’t in an alternate universe fanfiction about band members being in the mafia and I definitely wasn’t in the plot of a corny made-for-television movie. There had already been too much blood and violence for Lifetime.

Bethany’s eyes are holding mine with no hint of deception. Maybe I haven’t known her long enough to tell when she’s lying. I raise both of my eyebrows when she doesn’t continue as if everything she said made sense. She still doesn’t continue.

“If my dad was keeping secrets from my family how the hell would I know something was up? As you suggest.”

Bethany rolls her eyes and groans. She’s the epitome of a bratty teenage white girl. “Have you never noticed that you’ve never seen a picture of you and your mom before you were four years old? Or that, you can’t actually explain why your dad makes so much money even though he’s only a retail shop manager?”

She has to be joking. I can’t decide if I want to be confused or laugh at how ridiculous Bethany sounds so my face keeps switching from scrunched eyebrows and narrowed eyes to tight lips holding back snickering laughter.

This pisses Bethany off. She pushes Anthony from in front of me with her hip––he moves easily despite being twice her size because he doesn’t ever get in the way of their criminal agenda––and slaps me across the cheek. One of her nails scratches me in the process and a sharp sting makes me gasp as blood rushes to collect at the opening in my skin.

“You stupid bitch!” Bethany yells in my face, spit spraying with every other word. “I would kill you if you weren’t so important to our plan. Your mom isn’t your mom. Your dad killed your biological mother when you were a baby because she was going to rat him out for drug trafficking. The money from those drugs that Jimmy still sells, belongs to my dad because Jimmy has been paying off dudes to steal. My dad deserves the profit but your dad is just a gold digging snake and deserves whatever he gets.”

Okay, I’m definitely in the plot of a bad fanfiction.

#writersmonth2020 #writer #new writers on tumblr #writeblr #writeblogging #summer vacation #prompt fill #writing prompt #prose #the most fun in cabo #fiction #crime #content warning #original content #physical violence #kidnapping #drug trafficking #posting late because i started classes yesterday

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years ago

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Three Days ~ 18

~*~Emma~*~

Sebastian pressing himself against me on the deck was the last straw.

So many hugs and so much touching. I shouldn't ignore the conversations and joking around because they were fantastic. The expressions on his face tell half of his stories and make up a good part of conversations. Watching him remember the beach in Romania was beautiful. I don't think he shares much of that time, and I'm humbled that he shared with me. The book conversation turned nature of relationships was scary. Telling someone you've barely started dating (and not kissed) your thoughts on love and soulmates is risky. Quick way to find out if your completely incompatible or scare them away. The talking bits led to more touching. When I ran my hand over his back, I noticed him twitch when I trailed off almost around to his stomach. It was just a little twitch and I wanted to see if I could find it again. Hanging pictures was a fucking free for all. He'd caress my fingers when taking a nail and when he took the hammer or level. He was purposeful in laying his hand over mine and sliding down to the item. I wasn't innocent in this game. There was no reason to stand so close to him except to tempt him and myself. I like looking at him and being close enough to feel his warmth. I'd touch his arm or back to guide him bumping into me. Did I say guide? I meant to say keep him from bumping into me unsuccessfully. He was making such an effort. I couldn’t let him fail. The best part was neither of us were hiding our sneaky touches. We’d smile, look surprised, maybe apologize, and definitely do it over and over.

When we separated and his mom and went downstairs, I noticed the sun was setting. I always go outside to watch the sunset unless there's a reason I can't. It is the perfect end to the day. A perfect time to stop and be present. Magic happens at sunset.

I checked if Georgeta minded if I went on the deck. She thought it was a good idea and thanked me for all the help. I rested against the railing and watched the scene progressing in front of me.

Sebastian has known where I was all day. He's protective. He didn't want me to feel uncomfortable. I knew it was just a matter of time before he joined me on the deck. I heard him walking up behind me. Felt him like a wall against my back and the slow slide down my arms to join our hands.

When he said I was beautiful my heart skipped a beat. The look on his face was like he adored me. I wasn't having this spoiled by an awkward moment so I turned in his arms and held on to him. Sebastian followed suit, holding me close. I’m pretty tall and in shape. He's taller and bigger, which makes me feel unusually petite. I like the way he folds around me, his edges overlapping mine.

Asking him if I was reading things wrong seemed to fit in here. Why hadn't we kissed? I knew I ran a risk of blowing things up, but I didn't think so. His fingers playing in my hair and his voice when he said I wasn’t reading this wrong may not have given me a reason, but I knew we were going to be fine.

The way he closed his eyes to gathered his thoughts was endearing and sexy. The words that followed made me glad I was touching him. I think emotional conversations go better with contact. Especially if anxiety is the emotion. Anxiety need something, I slid my hand up his t-shirt a little and used my thumb against his skin to ground him. Anxiety can make you feel like your drifting away, you can get lost in. I didn’t want him drifting away.

What I got from the conversation was that acting kissing isn't real and he wanted to really kiss me. To feel everything that goes into a first kiss. He was struggling to find the perfect moment. There's an incredible sweetness and romance to him caring so much about a first kiss.

I knew how to fix this for both us. I turned back to watch the sunset and wrapped his arms around me. I told him a true story of my love of sunsets. They're perfect and magic. So this moment is the perfect moment he's been looking for.

Sebastian did recognize the moment and made use of it. His hand on my face was soft and firm in moving me where he wanted. I saw him move in and closed my eyes. The first touch of his lips was like firecrackers going off. Sweet kisses that add a touch of tongue make my knees weak. It’s cautious and tentative. Until it’s not.

I'd had barely a taste of him when he pulled back. His blown pupils and the hazy look to his eyes was definitely not something I was reading wrong. The way he licked his lips as he palmed the back of my neck had me feeling like the only woman on the planet.

Sebastian pulled me in for another kiss. He pulled at my lower lip and I felt the warm swipe of his tongue asking for more. My lips fell apart and I met him with teasing licks. I gripped his shoulders, trying to hold on to my patience, which made him lose his. His arm around my waist brought me tight against him while his tongue swept inside my mouth. I moved my hands down his chest and around his back.

One of us made I noise, but I'm not sure who. Fuck, can he kiss. Control shifted back and forth. Like everything else with us the intensity would surge then retreat. Somehow the hand that was on my neck moved to the small of my back. Sebastian broke the kiss and nuzzled my neck, "You're right. Perfect time of night."

His breath against my skin caused a shiver. I thought I could feel him smile the split second before he started to leave wet kisses down the side of my neck. I gasped when he hit the tender spot along the curve from my neck to my shoulder. He pulled my hair away and kept up the gentle assault on my neck. He'd drift away, but always returned to the spot that made me shiver. The effects were cumulative and I was close to insane. I snaked my hand between us and up to thread my fingers into his hair. That didn’t help. His hair was soft with just enough wave to feel like it was trying to hold onto my fingers. Sebastian let his approval be known by murmuring, "mmm, yeah" and sucking on my earlobe.

The next time he went for that spot I fisted his hair and pulled him away. "You're gonna drive me crazy."

He almost purred the words, "I think I'd like you crazy."

My hand drifted over his butt, "I promise you would."

A sexy smirk formed on his lips, "Not an impetus to keep me away."

I tightened my grip in his hair and kissed him. Hard. "Not trying to keep you away."

"Good. It wouldn't work."

No pretense now. We crashed together in a kiss that was all lips, teeth, and tongue. Sebastian growled deep in his chest when I sucked on his tongue. There were so many places I wanted that thing. He had skills best put to use other places. Sebastian planted his hand in the middle of my butt and hitched me up and closer. Yeah, he had plans too.

I have no idea how long we stood on the deck making out. I have no idea why we didn't find a room somewhere and like Sebastian had said, "don't stop until we're naked and exhausted.” We were both up for it. Him more obviously. Impressively so.

Besides the occasional noticing of Sebastian's arousal, I was completely submerged in the moment. Taking in the smell, taste, sounds, sight, and touch of him.

A voice from the house called out, "Dinner's ready, you two."

Sebastian dropped his forehead to my shoulder and mumbled, "Seriously."

I flipped his earlobe with my tongue and ran my hand over his ass, "Your mom is quite the cock blocker."

He laughed and lifted me a little off my feet, "Definitely."

I loved the crinkles at the sides of his eyes. He’d had a lot of laughter in his life. My intention was a quick kiss, but mysteriously that morphed into something longer. And deeper. I remembered dinner and pushed him away, "Dinner."

Sebastian's arms fell away and he took my hand, "This would be a shitty time to get grounded."

Dinner was delicious. I enjoyed trying new foods and everything tonight had a story. I'd felt welcomed and included all day, but more so with the sharing of food and memories. Everyone pitched in cleaning up the kitchen before heading into the family room.

While our history with movie watching was short it wasn't very successful. If Sebastian fell asleep tonight I was going to poke him in the stomach. At least that was the plan if his parents were still in the room. If they went to bed all bets well off.

We settled on a sci-fi movie about a woman joining an expedition to find her husband who disappeared into some X-files kind of area. Anthony opened a bottle of wine and I went with him to the kitchen to help with transport. Sebastian was seated on the love seat perpendicular to the TV. I had to walk around the love seat behind him to sit. He reached out and took one of the wine glasses from me. I ran my now free hand from shoulder to shoulder and he took my hand before it slid off, leading me around to sit next to him. I smiled with the sweetness of the gesture. He let go of my hand when I sat and put his arm around me. I leaned back against him, replicating last night, except tonight I laid my arm along his thigh. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his head drop onto the back of the couch.

So fucking cute.

I pulled at the thread hanging from the hole in his jeans. Pretty sure that didn't make him feel better. Better might not be the right word. I was still on a high from our make out session and figured he was too. The dinner interruption was a little frustrating. There's the word! Me playing with the hole in his jeans probably wasn't making him feel less frustrated. That's what I meant.

Forty-five minutes and a couple of jump scares later things tuned freaky. Freaky and a little gross. I was curled up tight and damn close to being in Sebastian's lap. The rip in his jeans might have grown a little. Playing with that hole was like a fidget to a nervous child. I liked fidgeting with the hole, but touching his skin was more calming.

From his side I imagine it felt like flirting. Which it was. Very intentional. Just like his hand going from holding onto my shoulder to where his thumb could stroke and make circles where I liked his kisses was obviously flirty. Nothing like teasing someone hidden in plain sight to see where it would go, who would get most worked up. Teasing is fun. Letting it turn into foreplay can be even better.

I’m not certain if we're in teasing or foreplay territory. Could go either way. We're new to this with each other. We don't know the physical side of each other yet. I think the one being touched gets to decide intent: harmless teasing, flirty foreplay, or unwelcome over the line. For me, the way he's varying pattern, speed and pressure on a very sensitive spot is foreplay. It's most certainty welcomed and not even close to a line.

At the end of the gross scene Georgeta turned off the TV. The couple stood up and she explained, "We're exhausted. Why don't you two go finish the movie in the pool house so it won't keep us up."

Sebastian practically bounded off the love seat, "Sure, been a long day, you must be tired." We headed toward the door, "We'II take the last of the wine."

Georgeta nodded with a smile, "I got the kitchen stocked and everything set. Should be very comfortable."

He hugged her, "Thanks, mom. Good night and I love you."

If I didn't already find him crazy attractive that would have done it. Since I did, it just made my chest ache.

Sebastian grabbed the bottle of wine with his right hand and me with his left. At the door he realized he didn't have a hand to open it. He held the bottle out, "Take this for me, please."

I could have opened the door, but Sebastian had the gentleman thing down. Besides if I opened this door, I'd also be opening the door to his space. Nope, don't want to do that. I liked the idea of him inviting me in. I think it's clear that I'm self-sufficient. Doesn't mean I don't like being taken care of. I liked being treated like a lady and I liked taking care of my friends and boyfriend. Cherishing another and treating them with respect is over looked too much. What some call old fashioned behaviors doesn’t equal old fashioned attitudes. Both can coexist. I felt a thrill when Sebastian opened the door and stood just inside, "Come on in."

"Thank you." Going along with my chivalrous thoughts I gave him a little curtsy.

He bowed, "You're most welcome, my lady." I think that was statement more than a courtesy.

He let go of my hand as I walked by. The left end of the room was a small kitchen. Simple white cabinets and countertops. The small island had two stools. The right three quarters of the room was the family room. The TV was mounted on the long wall across from where we stood. The couch was in front of us and made a sort of hallway left to the kitchen and I assumed the door to the right led to a bedroom. The room was painted a light yellow and the furnishings were navy.

I walked toward the kitchen with the wine. "This is a nice space. It feels like a beachy pool house. Simple and clean."

He nodded, "I don't have a problem with the guest room at the house. Mom wants me to have some private space." He followed me to the island, "Wine?"

I nodded, "Sure. Can I use your bathroom?"

He pointed to the only door. "Though the bedroom, door on the left. Ignore the clothes."

"Be right back." I ran a hand down his arm and stretched up for a quick kiss. As I walked away I looked over my shoulder to see him smiling as he watched me go.

I left the bedroom door open as I walked to the far side. I'd told him to ignore the clothes in my bathroom because it doubles as a laundry room. His reasoning was that his clothes were strewn on the floor and unmade bed. He hadn't slept there last night, but I imagined the sheets still smelled of him. Part of me wanted to crawl in and wrap myself in him, but why do that when I could wrap myself in the real thing in the other room.

Kissing him before I left the room set the stage. I can't begin to count the times a quick kiss would have made sense, but instead was an awkward moment. I replaced the awkward with the natural. Hopefully cluing him in that while a glass of wine with a movie was acceptable, adding kissing to the mix would multiply the fun.

Speaking of fun. Sex. I'd put chance of intercourse at fifty percent. Brought to orgasm by the other a solid eighty-five. Dry humping, fingering, or a hand job producing the orgasm doesn’t necessarily lead to intercourse. For me, once oral sex is in play there's going to be intercourse. Oral is much more intimate. Intercourse does not provide the up-close sight, taste, and smell that oral does.

I came out of the bedroom laughing. Sebastian was on the couch and looked over. "What’s so funny?"

I walked around the couch and sat a little further away so I could turn to talk to him, "I was thinking about chances. What would you have put the chances at of you coming up here and spending three days with a stranger?"

"You're not a stranger. You’re something different. Something more." He leaned and kissed me. Not as quick as mine and not as innocent. His had tongue. "Um, chances of meeting woman, hanging out, and changing plans to be with her. Fifteen percent tops."

I nodded, "That sounds fair.” I sang, "What are the chances that we'd end up dancing. Like two in a million, like once in a life. That I could have found you, put my arms around you. Like two in a million, like once in a life.”

Sebastian smiled and shook his head, "I used to like Backstreet Boys. Went to one of AJ's solo shows. He got naked at the after party. Guess I need to give the new stuff a listen."

"You won't be sorry. Trust me."

"I do."

I glanced to the Tv. "Do you want to finish the movie?"

Sebastian stared straight ahead, with a slow smirk forming, before he looked over to me, "I don’t have a fucking clue what's going on in the movie."

I opened my mouth in surprise, "You didn’t like it?"

"Don't know," he took my hand in both of his and held them to his chest. "I was too distracted. I was watching your beautiful eyes and face and the expressions you were making. I wanted you looking at me. I could hear every gasp and sigh. I wanted to be making you make them. I could smell your perfume and wanted to wriggle in closer. I could feel your hip and leg flush to mine. Your arm on my leg and your nosey fingers playing in my pants. I want to play in your pants." He smiled widely and barely kept away the laughter. "And I can remember every kiss on the deck and I want to go back there. There's no way a movie could keep up with that."

Quite the list he had. Not the answer I expect, but fuck me, if it wasn't the best answer ever. He wants to make me gasp and sigh, plus he wants to play in my pants. The smirk and near laughter in the middle was perfect. Fun. Chance of intercourse just went up to a solid ninety seven percent.

"I understand that. You needed something to help focus you. Like, for example, playing with the hole in your jeans helped me attend. " He quirked an eyebrow, clearly doubting my words. Smart man. I started to smile, shrugged, and put my arm on the back of the couch where I could play in his hair. "I didn't say attend to the movie, Bastian."

"You kissed me a few minutes ago."

I bit my lower lip as I nodded my head, "I did."

He glanced at my lips then back to my eyes. "I want you to do that again."

I remembered the conversation on the deck, "We're alone. No one to interrupt. Think you'll be able to stop yourself?"

I didn't wait for Sebastian's answer. My hand that had been playing in his hair brought him to meet me. No teasing. No soft chase kisses. I was hungry for him. My playing in his jeans may have been teasing him, but it was teasing me too. I was touching his skin and knew there was much much more skin I wanted to touch with more than my "nosey fingers."

Our tongues met before our lips did. He got one thing he wanted. I sighed with the contact. Sebastian pulled the hand he held against his chest across his body. I followed my hand, swinging my leg over him, and settling on his lap. Not to close, but his hands on my hips guided me closer while I held onto his shoulders.

I felt the loss of contact when his hands went between my arms, pushing them off his shoulders. Holding my face with his hands he broke the kiss, and looked in my eyes for several seconds. I shifted a little on his lap. The way he looked at me causing an ache low in my body. He kissed me again. Slow, intense, and not nearly long enough.

"That's about wanting you." Sebastian's thumb ran over my cheek. His touch was incredibly gentle and the desire in his eyes softened. “You say stop, I stop. Even if I’m inside you. You say stop. We stop." Raised eyebrows asked if I understood.

I nodded just enough for him to see.

Sebastian returned the nod, licked his lips, and pressed them to mine softly. The gentle caress of his tongue asked for a permission I gladly gave. We started over slow and easy.

The slow down gave me time to process. I can't believe he was so intentional in making sure I understood he knew the meaning of stop, the meaning of no. I never thought for a second that his "I don't know if I can stop" was anything other than desire. I noticed his hands hadn't move from safe zones. I needed to make sure he knew I understood yes. I pulled away from his delicious mouth and waited for his eyes, pupils dilated where the blue was almost gone, to focus on me. "I want your hands on me. I want you to kiss me everywhere. I wanna feel you inside me." I kissed him, my tongue teasing the swell of his upper lip. "I want you."

The left side of his mouth started to curl up and the corners of his eyes crinkled. So fucking sexy. He kissed me as his hands grab my ass and pull me tight against his growing erection.

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction

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brushes-of-sage · 5 years ago

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So just watched Descendants 3...

Not the best, I would say, but it was enjoyable. Audrey impressed me; I loved her, but the whole ‘arm waving evil thingy’ (and it wasn’t just her) was way too overdone and it kept distracting me. Her song was really good though and omigosh, her threatening Ben? (And Chad as well, more below on that) OMIGOSH I GOT CHILLS FROM THAT. 😱

Here’s Ben just trying, my poor boy, and stressing out and not even gonna start on his puppy look, but call me a schadenfreude but that entire scene gave me satisfied shivers like THANK YOU FOR THE ANGST HERE I CAN GO OFF ON

Not gonna say much, as a lot’s been said already. My only real issue was (and yeah, I get it’s Disney obviously) was how fast everything got resolved. You know what I’m talking about. It took place in what, a few days? Bonding during a stressful situation is real but resentment and issues that span years don’t really take that fast to clear up. (Eh, im not articulating myself well, but I guess just say the pacing and quick ‘hey we won yay!’ didn’t sit all too well, especially with a lot of other issues that went unresolved - the hypocrisy in characters, Hades said it well; that one was mentioned in several posts, trauma from this on the Isle, ‘cause it was not a nice place, despite how there were some who managed to find happiness there. I love Cecilia and her dad omigosh, that was adorable. Hades, I was surprised with, but separating him from my perception of him from Hercules, I really enjoyed his character.)

HARRY AND GIL OMIGOSH I LOVE MY BOYS

Okay, I just wanna know: is the pink-haired guy Anthony? That was the first thing that came to mind but I don’t have access to my books to confirm his appearance or anything, but if it is, AWWWW COUSINS!!!

(Just checked the wiki, he’s got dark hair. So probably not. But one can hope!)

Also really sad that Diego didn’t make an appearance. Not surprised, but I would’ve loved to see him. And Reza. Then we could’ve had intellectual rivalry between him and Carlos.

However... we won’t.

OKAY BUT CHAD

I don’t like him as a person, but am I the only one who freaked out when Audrey locked him in the closet? (And petted his head, that was levels of creepy yet some good stuff like how did they let that pass I’m impressed). That whole scene played out almost like Cinderella MAH POOR BOI AND THEN HE ASKS FOR HIS MOM CAN YOU SEE THE IMPLICATIONS

EVIE ASKING CARLOS IF HE WAS OKAY NOT ONCE BUT TWICE AND HOLDING HIM CLOSE OMIGOSH THAT PRACTICAL SIBLING BOND RIGHT THERE

And then the three of them teasing Mal, that’s just beautiful love right there. I love them.

Gonna stop there ‘cause I can’t word right now. I liked it, I did, and I’m sad that they most likely won’t make more, but this was good. This was a nice tribute.

#even though carlos didn’t have much in it #and jay #but it was good despite everything #ben was amazing i love him #harry and uma as well #adults are messed up #still kinda iffy on them meeting their parents again #especially carlos but i get that even after everything he still cares #my boy #descendants #descendants 3

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aweirdkindofyellow · 5 years ago

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Glad to Meet You Again Pt. 3

Alex Gaskarth x OC ‘A past relationship did not end up very well. Now it’s nearly six years later, and they meet again.’

Lena Conrad and Alex Gaskarth used to be the couple that everybody wanted to be. They were too cute for words, a perfect couple that seemed like they were soulmates. As you would say nowadays, they were #couplegoals. But that only lasted for three years. Some say they were too young to face the problems they were going through, resulting in their breakup, but others would say that even if they had been through it when older, they wouldn’t have made it. They hadn’t seen each other since that messy breakup, until now.Six years later, Alex is still playing in a band and Lena is a stay at home mom taking care of her five-year-old son. Only one of them knew they’d cross paths again on this specific day.

PART 3 (Final Part)

Lena was approaching eight months, making her feel like she was ready to get it done and over with. She spent more time trying to get comfortable on the couch or in bed than she actually spent resting. Occasionally even the kicking made her feel nauseous despite the morning sickness being long over. After six months, she already felt ready to give birth and was done with being pregnant. It was quite normal to be fed up, but Lena still felt horrible. Society made it seem like being pregnant was supposed to be wonderful and made you glow. Sure, she was happy and excited in the beginning, but the weight just kept accumulating and she was having trouble doing the simplest of things. Still, that didn’t stop her from trying to do her usual ‘duties’ whenever Anthony had people over at his studio recording music. As a stay at home mom, she liked taking care of people. So, she’d often make sure Anthony and the artists would have food if they didn’t want or if they didn’t have the time to go out and get their own. Sometimes she would make the best sandwiches, other times she’d go completely out and cook something, and other times she just went out to buy something. With how pregnant she was, it often turned out to be the latter. She just didn’t have the energy to stand on her feet long enough to make some homemade food. But all the artists loved their junk food, especially the All Time Low boys. So, yet again, Luna had gone out to buy them some food, feeling better about walking short distances than standing in one place for too long. She put all the bags on the table outside, assuming the guys would like to get some fresh air after an entire morning in the studio, especially with the weather still being great. After putting out plates and something to drink, including four beers and water with lemons in it, she walked the distance to the studio, careful not to trip. She knocked on the door and let herself in, smiling at the guys who were listening to the most recent take. “Hey, guys, your food’s here. It almost made me throw up, but I pushed through.” “You shouldn’t have gotten it if it makes you want to throw up!” Anthony laughed and got up from his chair behind all the controls. He wanted nothing more than for his girlfriend to just relax, but she always insisted on doing things. The least he could do was actually go to her when she called, unlike he would usually do when working on music. “How are you doing?” Jack asked, putting his guitar back in the stand, happy to go eat the Taco Bell he and the others had asked for. “Just hoping I don’t pass out,” Luna joked while all the guys were figuring out what to leave behind and what to take with them, some finishing a text they were sending. “Pass out?” Alex asked with a frown, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. “From the food?” “No,” she chuckled and entered the room so she was no longer blocking the doorway. “Babies usually turn head down around this time. With Nick, it was like one swift motion and made me pass out.” “She literally passed out after walking down the stairs. So, that was fairly lucky,” Anthony recalled, remembering when they were going out for dinner and the elevator was broken in their apartment building. It was one of the times he could admit he was absolutely terrified without seeming ‘unmanly’, or according to society. “At least I know what to do now.” “It’s easier the second time around, I guess,” Rian commented, seeming like the only one ready to actually leave but not wanting to be the first to go without anybody following. “Easier for him, not for me,” Lena snorted and crossed her arms. Sure, there were fewer things that worried her. But actually carrying a child and giving birth wasn't any easier. “I suggest we go get that food before we get her mad and she takes it away from us,” Anthony warned, wiping his hands on his shirt. Suddenly, he seemed like he was in a rush to get everybody going despite being relaxed before. It was almost like he suddenly remembered another thing they had to do for the song and that they were now on a time crunch. But that wasn’t it at all. There were three people who were very nervous that day, but they were all trying to ignore it. A letter had arrived not long before and they planned to open it that day. They could have chosen to opt for a phone call, but they wanted to make sure they were all there. Just a while before, they had sent their DNA to a lab. Alex and Anthony had decided to go through with the paternity test. Although both were afraid, they knew that they had to do it or else everybody would always have that question in the back of their mind. Anthony wouldn’t know if the child he had been raising was actually biologically his own, Alex wouldn’t know if he was actually a father, and Lena would never know whether or not she was lying to her own child. It was important to know. Anthony just seemed particularly extra nervous despite being the one who was exceptionally okay with everything that had been happening to his family. He never got mad at Alex, he never felt like Lena betrayed him, and he never felt the need to leave. Even though he didn’t have those malicious thoughts, he really was the bigger man in the entire process. After the four boys of All Time Low had left the studio, Lena went to follow them. However, Anthony held her back. “Wait, Lena, can I talk to you real quick?” he asked, reaching out a clammy hand and tapping her on the elbow to gesture for her to stay. “Yeah, what’s up?” She smiled and turned back around, closing the door a little in case this was going to be a private conversation. Anthony took a deep breath in and closed the distance between them, taking hold of her hands. “I know a lot’s happening right now, and I know a lot might change, but I want you to know no matter what I’m always here for you.” “I know,” Lena giggled, not taking the conversation a seriously. “You’re the one that went out to buy me pickles at two am a couple of nights ago.” He shook his head, “you know that’s not what I mean and you know I love you, right?” Suddenly Lena felt how serious this actually was and not just a casual conversation. The smile on her face dropped. “You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?” “No, no, of course not,” he quickly said to calm down Lena before she started over thinking his words. “I just want you to know, before we find out whatever the results are, that I love you, I love Nick, and I love our little unborn baby who will be here soon.” He carefully slipped his hands onto Lena’s belly and smiled lovingly at it. “I love you too,” she replied, putting her hands over his. “What I’m trying to say is…” He didn’t get down on one knee, he didn’t make any romantic gesture, there wasn’t another entire speech about how much he loved her. All he did was pull out the velvet box from his pocket and opened it in front of Lena, holding it in her direction. “Will you marry me?” “Ant--” “I know it might seem a little rash, but I’ve loved you for six years of my life. I never thought I would find a girl I would want to marry, but I’ve already known for a while that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know our life’s going to be hectic, that you don’t want the stress of planning a wedding on top of the stress of having a newborn, but I don’t mind waiting another six years or more until we plan our wedding. I just want it to happen someday.” “But we always agreed that we didn’t need to get married,” Lena answered, staring at the engagement ring that was being offered to her. “That we could be in love, have a family, and grow old together without it. Don’t get me wrong, I love you and would love to marry you, I just don’t want you to regret this later on.” “I won’t ever regret this,” Anthony promised, pleading her to look past everything they had said before. “Okay,” Lena nodded, putting her hands on Anthony’s cheeks and kissing him softly, smiling when she pulled away, “yes, I’ll marry you.” She just felt like celebrating it right now was the wrong thing to do. There was one more thing they had to do before celebrating was an option. Even after that, it would seem wrong. She couldn’t celebrate if any of the guys found out they weren’t the father. But she didn’t mind having her own celebration a little later just with Anthony. While Anthony put the ring on her finger, the All Time Low boys were outside at the table, a little confused why their producer and hostess weren’t with them and were hiding out in the studio. Well, it made sense why Lena didn’t want to be around the food, but she wouldn’t ever hold back Anthony. “Where are they?” Zack was the first to question after they had all already started their tacos. “Weren’t you guys going to look at the results right now?” “Yeah.” Alex nodded with his mouth full, putting down what was left of his broken Taco. “But they’re probably having a conversation beforehand. I get it.” “Do you need to have a conversation?” Jack asked sheepishly, feeling for his best friend. Even he could barely eat, he was that nervous. “What’s there to talk about?” Alex shrugged, making a point by refusing to drink alcohol and instead going for the water. He didn’t need comments about his trying to drink the nerves away. “What you will do when you know the results, what you will do if he is your son, what you will do if he isn’t, if you’re nervous or not… to name a few,” Rian listed. Once again, Alex seemed impartial. “I don’t know what I’ll do until I know the results. And I think we’ve kinda dragged out the whole ‘are you nervous?’ and ‘what do you want?’ thing for way too long. I’ll be fine, guys.” “Are you sure?” Jack double checked. But even if Alex had doubts, it was too late now. Anthony and Lena appeared out of the studio, still seeming as happy and calm as always. While he had felt calm before, seeing them suddenly made Alex nervous. Although they had assured him many times, he didn’t want to ruin what they had. But he couldn’t get cold feet now. When Anthony and Lena came onto the porch, everybody could see the sparkling ring that now resided on her left ring finger, but they didn’t announce anything, so nobody mentioned it either. It was just impossible to miss. The guys immediately knew what had happened in that studio unless they had somehow missed it earlier (which wasn’t possible as said before). “So, you want to…” Lena pointed at the door and looked at Alex. “Oh, yeah, right,” Alex said as if he hadn’t just been talking about it and quickly wiped his hands to clean them before getting up and following the couple through the door, closing it behind himself. Lena got the letter as the men sat at the indoor dining table. The more relaxed and comfortable place to sit would have been in the living room, but Anthony knew Lena had trouble sitting down and getting off the fairly low couch. They all sat at that table together, Lena at the head, Anthony to her right and Alex to her left. “Okay,” she put the letter, which was still in its envelope, in the middle, “so… who’s going to open it?” “I think you should,” Anthony said, pushing the letter in Alex’s direction, “your life could quite possibly be the one which changes the most depending on the contents.” However, Alex didn’t know how to react. Was he supposed to be happy when it said he was the father or was he supposed to be happy when it said he wasn’t the father? Both seemed inappropriate. Being happy about being the father was like being happy he was happy about ‘ruining’ a family; being happy about not being the father made him seem like he didn’t like Nick or kids in general. At least Nick was at school, so that made things a little easier. But still, he couldn’t be the one that had to give the first reaction. The only one he could possibly think had a clear reason to be happy about one outcome was Anthony. Lena wouldn’t want to hurt either, so she wouldn’t dare be ecstatic if it said Anthony was the father just for Alex. However, if Anthony read he was the father he’d be happy, and upset if he wasn’t. Alex didn’t blame him, though. They were supposed to be happy if Anthony was the father. “No,” Alex quickly made up an excuse to give it back to Anthony, “he’s your kid, you should open it.” Anthony nodded, his lips in a straight line, and looked at the letter for a few seconds, before giving it back to his girlfriend--or now fianceé. “Lena?” “Oh my god, I get that you guys are scared, but you’re just being babies now. I’ll open the letter and we’ll read it together.” Lena snatched the letter away from Anthony and tore it open, causing the men to hold their breath. When she straightened her arms so the others could read as well, still holding the folded letter, Lena also started getting nervous. She wanted nothing more than Anthony to be the father. It might have been selfish, but it was allowed in this circumstance. She wanted to have her family and not have that guilt for the rest of her life. But she would never ever push Alex and the others away again. They were in her life again, and she wouldn’t lose that. So even if Alex wasn’t the father, she was determined to keep him around. Just as friends, but still. She finally opened the folded paper and started reading it along with the others. Her heart was pounding as she let out her breath. And there it was, the answer. The one thing that had brought them together and could be a significant turning point. After some silence, they all went back outside. It felt weird knowing the answer after having been busy with it for so long. They all hoped it wouldn’t change anything between them, but that was probably inevitable. That answer was going to change things. “And?” Jack pressed, not able to stand the suspense. Alex put on a smile, still unsure if he was supposed to be happy or not, but not wanting to be rude either. “I don’t have a son.” They all looked at him, also unsure whether to celebrate with him or get up and console him. Nobody knew how to feel, except for Anthony and Lena who were quite relieved and glad. They had gotten engaged and their kids really were theirs. But they didn’t show it off, though. Instead, they were humble to keep Alex in mind and not to make him feel bad about himself if that was the underlying feeling he was suppressing. “But, hey, these guys got engaged. Why aren’t we celebrating?” He pointed at them, trying to lighten up the mood and let Anthony and Lena have their moment of happiness. However, as if on cue, Lena suddenly passed out, like she had been afraid of earlier and the past few weeks. Anthony managed to take hold of her before she came close to hit the floor, but she was too heavy for him to catch properly, so he only managed to slowly let her fall the distance. “Oh, fuck!” Jack shrieked as he was right next to Lena’s unconscious body. Although it scared him as well, Anthony knew better than to freak out and instructed, “she’s probably fine, just be ready to give her some water when she wakes up. It’s probably exactly what she was telling you about earlier.” “Are you sure?” Alex asked now unsure about whether or not to help or to give space. “That was absolutely terrifying. That mustn’t be good for the baby.” “We’ll find out when she wakes up.” And then she did. She looked confused and tried to get up but Anthony told her to stay down before they were sure everything was okay. Jack offered the water like he was told to, and it soon became clear that nothing bad had happened, just that she had gotten lightheaded. “I was going to warn you, but something tells me I didn’t get to do that,” Lena chuckled at how everybody around her seemed so concerned. “No, you didn’t,” Anthony let out a breath and a relieved laugh. “Did the baby flip?” She nodded, putting her hand on her stomach. “I thought it wouldn’t happen cause all pregnancies are different, but it might just be our genes. I felt it happen and just felt dizzy, so I was going to tell you. But we all know I just passed out with no warning.” “Okay.” He seemed way calmer now he had gotten a confirmation, but was still crouched in front of her. “It’s time to pick up Nick. I’ll go do that.” He turned to the All Time Low guys. “Are you guys cool with looking after her until I’m back?” “Yeah, of course.” Rian nodded in understanding while they were all cautious and Lena was helped into the chair Jack was sitting in first. “Oh no, you can’t do that,” Lena disagreed with Anthony. “You have to work.” “I’m sure half an hour won’t make that much of a difference. And if it does, I’ll just work overtime,” Anthony told her even though he often worked way longer than he was supposed to anyway. It was just him telling the All Time Low boys that they wouldn’t have to pay for that extra time he would be spending picking up Nick. Anthony left Lena with the four men, confident they would take good care of her. However, as soon as he left, the atmosphere turned a little awkward. Maybe it was because Lena had just fainted and nobody wanted to make it worse for her, maybe it was because of the news they had all just heard, or maybe it was because they usually hung out when Anthony was around as well. All that was sure was that there was a strange tension. “So,” Alex broke the silence, using the same subject as before to brighten up everybody, “you just got engaged!” “Yeah, I guess so.” Lena smiled, never having expected to be where she was in life at that moment.

#all time low fanfiction #Alex Gaskarth fanfiction #all time low #Alex gaskarth #all time low imagine #Alex gaskarth imagine #glad to meet you again

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jewels2876 · 6 years ago

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Chance of a Lifetime - Chapter Three

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Chris Evans x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader, Anthony Mackie x Reader

Warnings: flirting

Summary: You are doing your first big interview with the Avengers cast ahead of the upcoming untitled film. Hilarity and flirting ensues.

Previously:

You turn to Tom Holland to finish. “Tom?” He smiles at you and blushes. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on someone.” You give Tom a side glance. “A crush on someone on set?” His face gets a little redder. “Is this considered on set?” he asks.

You gape at Tom’s question, then remember the list of names Robert had rattled off to you: Mackie, Seb, Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, and Paul Rudd. Now you were pretty sure that someone, or some ones, had arranged this little hiccup in the interviewing schedules on purpose. Your gape changes to a smirk as Paul Rudd pats Tom on the shoulder, saying “Smooth, Tom. Real smooth.” You chuckle at the less than private exchange. You clear your throat and reign in your eye rolling. “Tom! I’m flattered!” You give him a sincere smile. “Now remind me, because it’s buried in my notes, you’re… 20?”

He grins at you, “No I’m 22. And you are…?”

You grin back at him. “If I tell you, will it make a difference? Normally a lady is never asked her age.”

He joined in the banter. “Normally I would agree but you asked me first. You can’t be that much older than I am. Come on!”

You smile widely and bite your lip. “Ok, but not a single one of you will believe me,” you warn.

Paul Rudd smirks at you and teases. “Because you’re, what, 29?”

You throw your head back and laugh. “I look 29 to you?”

Chadwick decides to join in the teasing now. “No, you’re definitely 25.”

You bat your lashes at him. “Really?”

Tom decides to jump in at this point. “Ok, come on tell us. How old are you?”

You smirk and glance down at your clutch, knowing what’s about to follow. “Ok, I’m 41.” Four mouths fall open, then the comments start up. “NO WAY!” “You’re kidding?” “You’re my age?” “Wait, does that make me the OLDEST?” You can’t hold back your laughter which is harder than you intended. All four guys eye you again. You reach down to your clutch and pull out your driver’s license; you show the guys the proof. Tom’s face gets a bit redder; you have to bite back a giggle. “Tom, you’re an absolute sweetheart, and this has been an entertaining interview. Sorry guys but we’re all out of time today.”

The camera guy shuts down and you give each of the guys a friendly hug. “Thank you all for coming! It really was fun! Tom, can I steal you for a second?” He glances at your friendly smile and agrees. The rest of the guys leave. “I have an awkward question for you, but please be honest. Did someone move your interview around to today? I had you down for last day interviews.”

He grimaced and looked down at his shoes before looking back at you. “Yes, someone from the magazine called my agent, and they rescheduled for today. Do you happen to know why? I was a little confused myself.” You sighed and chuckled. “If I tell you, promise to give them both hell for me on other interviews, will you?” He laughed and nodded. “Ok, so Robert and Scarlett made a bet about how some of my other interviews might go, yours being one of them.” Tom laughed harder, giving you another once over. “Knowing Robert, I have an idea of what kind of bet this might be.”

You agreed. “I’m sure you might! They didn’t tell me who they picked, but since Robert put your name in there… I thought you should know.” He took your hand and held it. “Well, even if you are old enough to be my mom, you’re still pretty attractive.” You had to laugh at the gumption. “Hey there, KID, be nice to your elders.” You both walked to the door; Tom leaned over and kissed your cheek. “It really was lovely to meet you; maybe we could have coffee sometime?” You gave him a kiss on the cheek as well. “I’d like that! You can give me all the spoilers!” You heard his laugh as the door shut behind him.

Two Days Later

A new week and a new round of interviews are scheduled; the magazine gave you the new schedule. With Tom Holland’s interview bumped up, additional cast members and dates had been set up. Today you had, what most people in your office were calling, the biggest troublemakers on and off set: Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Mark Ruffalo, and Chris Evans.

You made your way to the interview room; you already heard the low rumbling voices. You straightened your blouse, smoothed over your pencil skirt, and braced yourself. The next hour could be make or break for you in more ways than one. You walked into the room and the voices lowered. You could feel all eyes on you; you turned to all of them and flashed a smile. A load groan was audible but was hard to tell from which guy it came from. “Hi everyone! So glad you could make it!”

You stuck a hand out to greet them, but Mackie tackled you in a big hug. “Guys, this one’s hot!” he said as he pulled back.

“Thanks?” you reply weakly. You take your seat and cross your feet at the ankles; choosing the pencil skirt may not have been the smart choice for this interview after all. “I originally thought Robert was going to be the troublemaker in my first interview, but I hear this is the group to be afraid of!” All four men chuckle. “Which of your co-workers would you say is the biggest troublemaker on set?”

Mackie completely takes over. “That would definitely be these two,” pointing to Seb and Evans, “because they are always trying to play pranks on me!��

You smirk at Mackie, quick with a response. “I’m assuming that’s because they’re getting you back for a prank you’ve played on them?”

Mark whistles and Seb flashes you a smile. “I like her already; she can call you on your crap, Choclatino.”

Mackie responds back, “Hey Seabass, just wait until she turns it on you.” A look crosses Seb’s face and you pray he doesn’t voice whatever it is aloud; he winks at you instead and you try not react, biting your bottom lip.

Evans notices your bite and calls you out. “Mackie, I think our girl here has the hots for Seb?”

You groan good-naturedly and smirk at Evans. “To be fair here, Evans, he’s not the only one I have the hots for.”

Evans turns a shade of red as Mackie howls. “See? I told you, you dish it, she takes it and throws it back!”

Seb leans forward a bit and smiles at you. “So, you DO have a thing for me? And Evans? Anyone else we should know about?”

You chuckle at the realization this interview is moving away from you. “Ok guys, I’ll make you a deal. Let’s get through this interview first, and if we can all have fun while still being professional, I’ll confess my OTHER celebrity crushes at the end. Deal?” Seb and Evans are quick to say yes; Mackie grins at you and nods while Mark is rubbing his head looking confused. “Do you have a crush on me too?”

Chapter Four

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10. Mandatory

Malik

“Shit!” I hissed fanning the small fire forming on the stove top as I quickly picked up the bacon off the skillet. Moving everything over, I heard footsteps and started setting up the plates. “Good morning.” “Morning.” She yawned scratching her big messy bun. “What is all this?” “Well, I figured I’d delight you with some breakfast and then maybe we can go shopping today?” “Malik, I-“ “I know, I know. Just as friends. I just wanna make sure you have a good day.” I said handing her a glass of orange juice before grabbing some napkins. Feeling her small arms wrap around me, she hugged me close and kissed my back. “Thank you for understanding, Leaky.” “That’s what friends are for.”

Kyla

“Ooh! Does this one look cute to you?” I asked holding up the maxi dress as he texted on his phone. “Yea, it’s aight.” “Malik, you’re not even looking at me!” Looking up briefly, he checked out the dress and smiled. “It’s nice. You should get it.” He said before going back to texting as I rolled my eyes.

Ever since that breakfast at my place, he’s been acting like a total fucking asshole and I’m not feeling that shit. One minute we’re cool, the next minute he’s parading bitches around in my face. What kind of shit is that? If it weren’t for the fact that he drove us, I would have dipped already. Being taken out of my thoughts by giggles, I looked up and saw him in the men’s section flirting with some foreign hoe as I got fed up and headed to check out. “Hi, did you enjoy shopping with us today?” “Absolutely.” I said putting on a fake smile as she rang out my items. “You have a good day and come again!” Walking out of the store and leaving him, I made my way down the path to find the Louis Vuitton store.

“K? Kyla?! Yo wait up!” I heard him calling before catching up to me and stopping in front of my way. “Hey! Wassup with you?” “You! I thought we were supposed to be hanging out today and having fun, but you’ve barely said two words or even paid attention to me. You’re being so rude, Malik, and then you keep bringing bitches in my face! I don’t have time for it!” “Time for what? We just friends, remember? I can’t talk to people and be nice?” “Not in front of me, no!” “Oh, so you’re allowed to dangle these relationships with these dudes in my face and still fuck with me, but god forbid I give my attention to someone other than you?” “Exactly!” “You a real piece of work you know that?” “Well you’re-“ “Oh my god, Malik, is that you! It’s me, Monica!” Some thirsty bitch said interrupting as she came over and gave him a close hug. A little too close for my taste.

“Hey, girl, how you been?” “I’m good! We miss you over at Diamond’s.” “Oh yea? Imma have to come out there and pay everybody a visit.” “We’d love that.” She smiled before looking over at me as I mugged them. “Oh, is this your sister?” “Nah, this is my cousin, Kyla. She visiting from outta town.” He said nonchalantly as I scoffed at him. “Awww, it’s nice to meet you!” Reaching to shake my hand, I stared at it in disgust before she awkwardly took it back. “Well, I gotta get going. I’m meeting a friend for lunch, but I’ll see you around sometime.” “Most definitely, girl.” He flirted as she stuck a number in his pocket and whispered some shit to him. “It was nice seeing you again, Keisha!” She smiled before walking away. Looking back up at him in complete anger, he smiled before walking up and leaning down to my ear. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too.” He husked as I shivered at his cold words.

Jackie

“You ok, baby?” “Yea. I’m fine, bae.” I asked for the thousandth time but he continued to play like he was cool even though I knew he wasn’t. It’s been a couple days since this whole ordeal that took place and I can tell Quentin is feeling a way about it. I don’t blame him though. How would it look if your significant other got brutally attacked by a person they’ve never met? It would look suspicious as fuck, and though I’ve tried to assure him that we’re not involved in any way, I can tell he doubts me; even more now that he’s out of town. He got his internship and I knew he was happy, but something just seemed off between us and the longer we were apart, the worse it felt. “Did you want me to pick you up from the airport tomorrow when you get home?” “Nah, my mom is gonna come get me. Haven’t chilled with my family in a minute.” “Ok.” “Yea, well listen, I’ll call you some time tomorrow before I board my flight, I gotta finish packing up.” “Ok baby. I love you.” “You too.” He smiked before hanging up our FaceTime call as I sighed. I just need to see him and talk this thing out.

Hearing a thump against my balcony doors, I scrunched up my face and went to go investigate for myself. Opening the door, I stepped out and shivered in my light choice of night clothing. Looking around, I felt something grab me and carry me into my room as I tried to scream but couldn’t due to a hand covering my mouth. Thinking on quick instinct, I bit the hand and lunged my foot back, kicking whoever it was in the groin as they quickly let me go and dropped to the floor. Grabbing my taser, I got ready to stun the sick bastard before stopping as Anthony shot his hand up and groaned. “Wait! Ahh, fuck.” “Nigga, what the fuck are you doing here and why are you sneaking and grabbing folks in the middle of the goddamn night! I should shoot you.” “I came to explain.” He said clearly still in pain as he shot me a mug and got up. “Bitch, don’t mug me. You the one fucking shit up for yourself. Now why are you here? Didn’t I say I never wanna see you again?” He lucky my parents aren’t here.

“Just hear me out, Jackie.” “You got 5 seconds or I’m calling the guards in here.” Referring to Kolita and Kaiden. Sitting nervously, I rolled my eyes. “Aight, time’s up. Get out.” “Have you ever heard of split personality disorder?” He blurred out as I stopped in my tracks. “Kind of. What about it?” “I have it. Have had it my whole life. That’s why I been acting so crazy.” “Ok seriously, Anthony, that’s a bullshit excuse. You know my grandpa suffers from mental illness so for to come in here and use that as an excuse to just fuck everything up is bul-“ I ranted before he emptied his book bag, letting a bunch of pill bottles clatter to the floor. I counted at least fifty as they continued falling from his bag.

Looking up at him, he stared at me sadly as a tear slipped from his eye. “I’m serious, Jacqueline.” Sitting down next to him, I looked down as the room filled in an uncomfortable silence. “I have split personality disorder and bipolar schizophrenia.” “When did you find out?” “A little before my second birthday. I had a really bad temper tantrum and when my parents took me to get checked out, I told them my name was Tyler. That’s when they ran tests and figured it out. I woke up and couldn’t remember anything.” He explained as my heart fell in my ass realizing that I’d lost my virginity to this Tyler personality.

“I try to live a normal life, but on these pills I just battle between feeling like a robot or not feeling at all. I stopped taking my medication over the summer.” “Anthony, why would you do something like that? That’s so dangerous!” Because I’m tired of not feeling like everyone else, Jackie!” He shouted standing up from his seat as he panted heavily. Looking into his eyes, I noticed they were starting to darken as I got up and hugged him. “Just breathe, ok? Breathe.” Steadying his breath, he hugged me back and I looked up to see his eyes back to their normal light brown shade. “Look, I know it’s getting late, but I just wanted to come by and apologize for my actions since the school year has started. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jackie.” “I forgive you.”

Smiling, he hugged me before grabbing his things and heading back to the balcony doors. “Anthony wait!” “Yea?” “Does anybody else know about Tyler?” “Only my family and the rest of the parents in the crew. I gotta go, I’ll talk to you in the morning.” He said before holding my chin and kissing me deeply. “Thank you for listening to me.” He said before scaling down the wall and running off into the night as I stood in a mix of shock and betrayal. Why would my parents hide something like this from me?

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Reckless and Impulsive

Tony Stark x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 End

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Learning to Live

The rapid taps of his mother’s heels was all Tony could hear behind him. He sped up his pace, smirking when Maria’s heels did the same.

“You know I can watch over myself for a couple moments throughout the day? It’s actually a really simple skill,” Tony teased, spinning on his heel to face her.

“Tony, you set yourself on fire yesterday.”

“Details. Small details, really. Let’s just be glad I installed a fire extinguisher to my robot after the last time.”

“Exactly, Tony, the last time. I love you, so much,” Maria stroked, her son’s cheek lovingly, “Sometimes, I think you’re going to give me a heart attack with how reckless and impulsive you can be.”

“I don’t plan on doing that to you anytime soon,” he chuckled, “The plan is to make sure you get all grey and old. You’re only going to die because you’re so tired of seeing me around.”

“Never,” she sighed, smile on her lips, “I’ll distract your father today, just to make sure he doesn’t work you too hard during this vacation.”

“See? Getting tired of me already,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’ll make myself scarce. You’ll get no trouble from me today.”

Tony turned away again and started walking in the direction with the most noise. His father wanted to show how family inclusive Stark Industries was by buying passage on a cruise for a number of his workers and their family’s and organizing a work conference. Obviously, that meant he’d be dragged along. What better way to prove you’re family oriented then by pretending to love your son?

He drove the thought from his mind and steeled his gaze. Stark men were made of iron. No reason in showing unnecessary emotion. It was one of the first things he learned as a child.

“I’m just saying, we should have had an option of whether we wanted to come or not. Howard Stark doesn’t get to chose where he wants me to be just because my mom works for him,” he looked over to get a good glimpse of the complaining girl. “It’s nice and all. Don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to get a couple of things done.”

“If it’s any help,” he said moving to sit on the empty chair beside her, “even if your mom didn’t work for him, he’d still tell you what to do. Though, that’s just my experience. I suspect me being his kid and all messes up that data in the long run. Tony.” He offered her his hand.

She shook his hand, “YN. Yeah, that probably makes your research null. If it’s any help, the rest of us being here helps prove your theory, genius boy.”

“I scared off your friends.”

“They were all introverted and we’re afraid of doing something to get their parents fired. Let’s face it, Tony Stark is the one to avoid if you got those two things checked off on your list.”

“Can’t argue with those facts. What about you?”

“I was brooding in a corner. They flocked around me. If your asking if I’m going to run away from you, I was here first genius boy.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“It was the first headline I read on my own, ‘Genius Boy Tony Stark builds circuit board at the age of four.’ It’s just association.”

“You know Howard wasn’t impressed? He kept saying it could be better and improved.”

“I would have been such a disappointment in your family. I could have made you look good, Stark. Just starting to read at four versus building tech at four? The competition would have died right away.”

“Then there’s mom who has absolutely no faith in me.”

“I can feel that, you set your bed on fire once and sometimes forget to look at both sides of the street and suddenly you’re labeled reckless.”

Tony, laughed, “But have you set yourself on fire?”

“...Yes.”

He stared at you before finally losing it. “I miscalculated and hadn’t slept for like a week. Woke up to my jacket sleeve cooking. You?”

“It was this dude’s birthday and they asked me to make him the cake. So they got me all the stuff. I noticed at the end that instead of getting a five and a zero they got a bunch of those single candles. By the time it’s lit up it looks like someone started a bonfire in the house. Of course my dumbass walked in front of a fan with the damned thing. So this side of my hair has been burnt.”

“Ah,” He let his fingers slide through your hair, “It grew back nice.”

“Should hope so, mom wouldn’t let me cut it. I smelled like burned hair for a week.”

“Our parents think we’re hopeless cases.”

“They really do.”

“Let’s get married,” he joked, “show them how reckless we could really be.”

“I don’t know, Stark. I’m already committed in a long, healthy fake marriage.”

“Get a fake divorce.”

“What about my children?” You asked keeping up the charade.

“I’ll raise them like my own.”

“Oh, Tony!” You pulled him in for a hug and whispered in his ear, “Do a proposal so that it’s more believable to our parents.”

“YN...” he started as sank down to one knee, “We haven’t known each other for years, months, weeks, or even a day. It’s just so easy for me to see that you’re the one I’m meant to be with. You aren’t afraid of me for my status and you’re funny, smart, and maybe a bit of an arsonist. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” He asked pulling off a ring he was wearing on his own hand, presenting it to you.

“Tony! Tony! Yes!”

The crowd already started going off into gossiping circles. Trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

“Come on, future Mrs. Stark. Time to find someone on this ship to marry us off.” Tony grabbed your hand and led you away from the noisy area.

“I’m sure the crew can help with that, the first mate can officiate marriages.” You took the led and took him to someone who looked like they could help.

“We need to get married,” Tony said, straight to the point, “Not for real, obviously, but we just want to prank our parents. Do you think that could happen?”

“Well, Mr. Stark, I don’t know how exactly the captain will feel about it, but we can go talk to him. I’m on board with it.” The woman led the two teenagers to where the captain could be found.

Tony took care of all the planning. He usually could get what he wanted by just being charming. Which was most of the time if the person he was trying to charm wasn’t Howard.

The whole crew seemed excited about being in on the prank. It was agreed that the whole ordeal would take place during dinner. No one would think twice about the dinner hall looking a little more lavish or people being dressed up more than usual. Anyway the parents of the reckless fiancés in question were sure to be there.

“Ready to be my wife in two hours?” He asked, tearing your attention away from the movie the two of you had been watching while you waited for dinner.

You took a moment to think, your hand played with the ring he had given you earlier. “As far as a fake husband goes you have great qualities.”

He rolled his eyes, “Money?”

You made a face at that, “If I really cared about your money, I’d be pushing to make you my real husband. Look, I like you. I want to be your friend, but if you think I’m gonna be someone that’s around just because you have money,” you shook your head, “I need you to change that mentality for me. Be careful around other people. I don’t need anything but friendship from you, genius boy.”

He nodded and turned his attention back to the tv. “There are worst people to be fake married to as far as I’m concerned I lucked out. You’re the first person who has ever said that, by the way,” the usually cocky boy mumbled so quietly you thought you had imagined it.

“Keep me around longer and I’ll tell you more nice things.”

He smiled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

When the movie ended you both got up.

“Time to get ready.”

You nodded, “Can’t wait.”

Grabbing your clothes you went into the bathroom to prepare. Tony had made a stop to his place before the two of you had made it to your room. It was easier if he got dressed at your place, less of a chance to run into Howard and change the plans.

Stepping out of the bathroom you took a second to admire his outfit, “Aw honey, you’re matching with me already.”

“Dear, just making sure everyone knows who you belong to,” he winked, “Besides, doesn’t a wedding require some form of color coordination?”

“Maybe so, either way I don’t belong to you,” you led him out of the room by his tie, “Ready to disappoint our parents?”

“That’s an everyday occurrence.”

A crew member met with you at the entrance of the dinning hall. He told you to wait a second so that he could inform the captain of your arrival.

“Ladies and gentleman, tonight a very special request was made of the crew. Two people in love asked us to marry them this beautiful evening,” someone started playing the piano, “They requested to come in together, as they can’t bear a moment apart. I now present you with the soon go be husband and wife!” A small cheer erupted from the diners.

“That’s our cue, dear, you ready?”

“Let’s get this done, honey.”

The two of you stepped into the lavish dinning hall. Smiling as happily as could be, after all it was your wedding day. The two of you stopped in front of the first mate, holding each other’s hands, and looking as if your love couldn’t be contained. You spared a glance at the crowd searching for your mother who was stunned in her seat, Howard and Maria in very much the same position. A quick speech was said before he asked if their were any vows prepared.

“No, lets skip to the good part already. The missus and I can trade all the sweet nothings we want in a moment,” he answered coyly.

The crowed laughed as you blushed.

“Very well, do you YN LN take Anthony Edward Stark as your lawfully wedded husband until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“And do you Anthony Edward Stark take YN LN as your lawfully wedded wife until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

For some reason you hadn’t though this far. You felt Tony reach out and lean towards you, all you could do was mimic the motions before his lips fell on yours. As the two of you kissed the crowd cheered, breaking the two of you out of the kiss and waking your parents from the shock they just received.

“Tony!” Came dual yells.

“YN!” Your mother yelled at the same time.

Tony grabbed your hand, “Well, thank you all! Mrs. and Mr. Stark got some business to settle now. Glad to see everyone!” With that he ran leading you out into the halls. Both of you laughing so hard your sides hurt. “Here, we can hide out here for a second.” He pulled you into a closet.

“They’re pissed.”

“It great. I didn’t think we’d get far enough to become husband and wife.”

“I thought they would have broken it up any second.”

“The kiss was good too,” he chuckled, “Even I believed it for a moment. What are we doing for our honeymoon?”

“Let’s just look at the stars?” You asked simply, “I don’t think they’ll look for us. Especially if they thing were consummating the marriage. Let’s just look at the stars?”

“Whatever my wife wants she gets,” He stated, opening the closet.

The deck, luckily, was empty. The two of you sprawled out on the floor, watching the sky for a couple of hours. The peace was disturbed when Tony sat up and shed his suit jacket. He threw it on top of you as a make shift blanket before laying back down and making you lay your head on his chest.

“Night, dear,” he said as pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Night, honey.” You pressed a kiss to his chest before turning your attention back to the sky.

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dumbledearme · 6 years ago

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chapter twelve—between scylla and charybdis

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act II — Heart Of The Ocean

Part IV — We’ve got the spirit. You’ve got to hear it. Under the sea.

“You are in so much trouble,” Clarisse told them the minute they stepped aboard. Her ship was an ironclad. A Civil War battle cruiser. And everywhere they looked dead Confederate sailors would stared at them. “Tantalus expelled you for eternity. Mr D said if any of you show your face at camp again, he’ll turn you into squirrels and run you over with his SUV.”

“Really?” said Andy. “He drives a SUV? Never took him for the kind-”

“Did they give you this ship?” Anthony asked.

“Of course not. My father gave me the CSS Birmingham,” Clarisse sneered. “You think her daddy is the only one with sea power? The spirits on the losing side of every war owe a tribute to Ares. That’s their curse for being defeated.”

“Clarisse,” Anthony said. “Luke might be after the Fleece, too. We saw him. He’s got spies inside the camp, so he probably has the coordinates and he’s heading south. He has a cruise ship-”

“Good. I’ll blow him out of the water.”

“We need to combine forces. Let us help you.”

“No!” She pounded the table, her eyes wild. “This is my quest! Finally I get to be the hero, and you two will not steal my chance.”

“Did you come alone?” Andy asked.

“Yes,” she admitted. “Nobody wanted to come and I didn’t need them, anyway. All you need to know is that I’m finishing this quest and you are NOT helping. On the other hand, I can’t let you go…”

“So we’re your prisoners?” Anthony asked.

“Guests,” Clarisse corrected. “For now. Until I think of something better to do with you two. Captain, take them below. Assign them hammocks on the berth deck. If they don’t mind their manners, show them how we deal with enemy spies.”

Two days later, they approached the entrance to the Sea of Monsters. Andy was on her way upstairs, when she heard voices coming from one of the rooms below deck. She froze.

“I don’t want excuses, little girl.”

“Y-yes, father,” Clarisse mumbled.

“You don’t want to see me mad, do you?”

“No, father.”

“You’re pathetic,” Ares sneered. “I should’ve let one of my sons take this quest.”

“I’ll succeed!” Clarisse promised, her voice trembling. “I’ll make you proud.”

“I certainly doubt that,” he said. “But you better try, girly. You asked me for this quest. If you let that slimeball Jackson kid steal it from you-”

“But the Oracle said-”

“I DON’T CARE WHAT IT SAID!” Ares bellowed with such force the ship trembled. “You will succeed! Do we understand each other?”

Andy met Anthony and Tyson on the spar deck. Clarisse came up the stairs right after her. “At last, Captain,” she said. “Full steam ahead.” The engine groaned as they increased speed.

Tyson muttered nervously, “Too much strain on the pistons. Not meant for deep water.”

Ahead of them a storm was brewing. The sky and sea boiled together in a roaring mass.

“Hurricane?” Anthony asked.

“No,” Clarisse said. “Charybdis.”

All the color left Anthony’s face. “Are you insane?” he demanded.

“Only way into the Sea of Monsters,” she shrugged like it was not a big deal. “Straight between Charybdis and her sister Scylla.” Clarisse pointed to the other side where a huge mass of rock rose out of the sea. “If you want to get into the Sea of Monsters, you have to sail through them.”

“What about the Clashing Rocks?” Anthony said. “That’s another gateway. Jason used it.”

“Jason was a pussy. I’m not.”

“No, you’re crazy.”

“Watch and learn, geek.” Clarisse turned to the captain. “Set course for Charybdis.”

“Aye, m'lady”

The engine groaned.

“Charybdis sucks up the sea, right?” Andy asked realizing she knew this at least.

“And spits it back out again, yes,” said Clarisse.

“What about Scylla?”

“She lives in a cave, up on those cliffs. If we get too close, her snaky heads will come down and start plucking sailors off the ship.”

“Well, choose Scylla, then,” Andy suggested. “Everybody gets bellow deck and we chug right past.”

“No!” Clarisse insisted. “If Scylla doesn’t get her easy meat, she might pick up the whole ship. Besides, she’s too high to make a good target. My cannons can’t shoot straight up. Charybdis just sits there a the center of her whirlwind. We’re going to steam straight toward her, train our guns on her, and blow her to Tartarus.”

“You’ll kill us all,” Anthony told her.

“Tony is right,” Tyson said. “Engine’s no good.”

“What do you mean?” Anthony asked. “And don’t call me that.”

“Pressure,” said Tyson. “Pistons need fixing.” Before he could explain, the ship lurched forward and Andy was thrown to the deck. They were in the whirlpool.

“Full reverse!” shouted Clarisse from somewhere. The sea churned around them, waves crashing over the deck. “Get us within firing range! Make ready starboard cannons!”

Dead Confederates rushed back and forth.

“Bailer room overheating, ma'am,” one of them told Clarisse. “She’s going to blow!”

“Go fix it!”

“Can’t!” He yelled over the noise. “We’re vaporizing in the heat.”

“I only need a few more minutes,” Clarisse said. “Just enough to get in range.”

“We’re going in too fast,” the captain said grimly. “Prepare yourself for death.”

“No!” Tyson shouted. “I can fix it.”

Clarisse looked at him incredulously but it was Anthony who spoke. “He’s a Cyclops. Immune to fire. And he known mechanics.”

“No!” Andy said getting up. “Too dangerous, Tyson!”

“Only way, sister,” he shouted back at her. His expression was determined – confident even. Andy watched him go wondering if he’d be back. Then the ship lurched again and she saw Charybdis, the enormous mouth with slimy lips and mossy teeth. The entire sea around her was being sucked into the void.

“M'lady,” shouted the captain, “starboard and forward guns are in range.”

“Fire!” Clarisse ordered. Three rounds were blasted into the monster’s maw. “Again!”

But it was hopeless. They were being sucked in too fast.

Suddenly, the vibrations on the deck changed. The hum of the engine got stronger and the ship started to pull away from the mouth.

“Tyson fixed it!” Anthony said amazed.

“No! We need to stay close!” Clarisse shouted.

“We’ll die, stupid!” Andy argued. “We have to move away!”

At that moment, the mouth snapped shut. The sea died to absolute calm. Then, just as quickly as it had closed, the mouth exploded open, spitting out a wall of water and everything else it had swallowed. The ship was thrown backward, spinning out of control, hurtling toward the cliffs on the opposite side.

A Confederate ghost appeared. “The engine is about to blow! We need to abandon ship!”

“Where is Tyson?” Andy asked him.

“Still down there, holding it together. I don’t know how much longer it can take. The hull is cracking apart. She can’t-” He never got to finish his sentence. Quick as lightning, something brown and green shot from the sky, snatched him up, and lifted him away.

The captain shouted, “SCYLLA!”

Anthony grabbed Andy’s hand and pulled her close. “Lifeboats,” he said.

“It’ll never get clear of the cliffs, you fool,” Clarisse said. “You’ll be eaten alive.”

“We still need to try,” he insisted.

Andy squeezed his hand. “I can’t leave Tyson.”

“We can’t, Andy. I’m sorry,” he said as if Tyson was dead already. “Clarisse, the boats!”

Clarisse nodded and commanded the sailors to uncovered the lifeboats. Andy pulled her hand away from Anthony’s and ran trying to get below deck to save Tyson. Anthony called after her. She thought she was doing pretty well, she actually thought there was a chance of getting to Tyson and getting out of this ship alive.

And then the thing got her. It lifted her toward the lair. Without thinking, Andy uncapped Riptide and cut the tentacle or whatever it was.

The fall would’ve been bad enough, but as she fell, the CSS Birmingham exploded below her. Chunks of ironclad flew everywhere. The lifeboats had managed to get away but not far. Flaming wreckage was raining down.

Andy hit the water with a blast that would’ve broken every bone in her body if she wasn’t a daughter of Poseidon. She sank in the burning sea, knowing that Tyson and maybe Anthony were gone forever and wishing she was able to drown.

She woke up in a rowboat with Anthony next to her. “Rest,” he said. “You’re going to need it.”

Andy blinked. “Tyson…?”

Anthony looked down. “I’m really sorry, Andy.”

“Are you?” she asked harshly.

“He might’ve survived. Fire can’t kill him. Neither can water,” he said but she knew he was only saying it for her benefit.

“Well, I shouldn’t get my hopes up, right?” she sneered. “I mean, you can’t trust a Cyclops.”

Anthony’s stormy eyes met hers with nothing but kindness. “I am sorry, Andy. I was wrong about Tyson. I’m sorry I won’t get to tell him that.”

It was really hard staying mad at him after that. They sailed for hours without speaking to each other, until Andy finally decided to ask something that had been bothering her for a long time now. “Anthony… what’s Chiron’s prophecy?”

He pursed his lips and leaned back on the boat. “I shouldn’t-”

“I know he promised the gods he wouldn’t tell me. But you didn’t, did you?”

“Knowledge isn’t always good,” he said.

“Your mom is the wisdom goddess.”

“I know. But… Every time heroes learn their future, they try to change it, and it never works. It-” he watched her for a minute and his face softened. “Why can’t I say no to you?” She smiled, he shook his head. “I don’t know the whole thing, okay? It warns about a half-blood child of the Big-Three – the next one who lives to adulthood. That’s the real reason Zeus, Poseidon and Hades swore a pact after World War II not to have any more kids. The next child of the Big Three to turn eighteen will be a dangerous weapon.”

Andy frowned. “Why?”

“The hero will decide the fate of Olympus. He or she will make a decision that either saves the Age of the Gods, or destroys it.”

“But if it’s me in the prophecy—”

“We don’t know that and we won’t know for sure until you get older. When Chiron learned about Thalia, he thought she was the one in the prophecy. That’s why he was so desperate to get her safely to camp. But she didn’t make it and for a long time we didn’t know what to think. Until you showed up.”

“Am I, like, the only one now?”

“Yes. There’s nobody alive who it could be, except you.”

“Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me. Just saying.”

“True.”

“Your support is charming, really.”

He beamed at her. “I don’t know what they are thinking, Andy. I guess most of them would enjoy killing you. You yelled at Hades inside his own realm. You humiliated Ares. Dionysus has always hated you and so has Zeus. But… Maybe they’re watching you, trying to decide who you are and who you are going to be. What will you do when the time comes? What sort of decision will you make? They’re not used to not knowing things.”

“I guess now they know how I feel most of the time then.”

#andromeda #andy jackson #anthony chase #child of land and sea #fanfic #genderbend #dfcrosas #heart of the ocean #andony

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amymillcr · 6 years ago

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QUESTIONNAIRE with AMELIA CAROLINA MILLER

# OF Qs ANSWERED: 150

1. if they were a candle, what scent would they be?

“ i never really thought about it, so i’m going with a lemon scented one. because i may or may not have an obsession with lemons. “

2. what female celebrity do they wish was their sister?

“ ooooh, emily blunt without a doubt in mind !! she’s so great and funny and beautiful, i would love to be her sister.”

3. what male celebrity do they wish was their brother?

“ is it bad if i say pete davidson so i can be ariana’s sister-in-law ?? it is ?? okay... i will choose john mulaney. “

4. how old do they think they’ll be when they get married?

“ with the current state of my love life ?? never. but i think 30 would be a good age to get married. “

5. how many countries have they been to?

“ never been out of the states, unfortunately enough. “

6. what would they name their daughter if they had one?

“ helena. i like the sound of it and the meaning of the name, so yeah. i would choose helena. “

7. what would they name their son if they had one?

“ hmmm, i never thought about a boy name ?? but, i like the name anthony. so that will be my answer for now. “

8. what was their favorite tv show as a child?

“ totally spies !! three girls being badass and saving the world ?? count me the fuck in !! “

9. what language, besides their native language, would they like to be fluent in?

“ italian. i downloaded duolingo once to learn a bit, but that shit doesn’t work for me at all. mainly because i would get a notification and just shrug it off. “

10. would they ever change their name? if so, to what?

“ as common as my name is, i don’t think so. because one: i never thought of any other name i would like to be called. and two: i think my name fits me. “

11. what was the last compliment they got?

“ a seven-year-old camper told me my hair is pretty. “

12. what is their favorite flavor of tea?

“ green tea. but i only drink it mixed with black tea in the morning to get energized. “

13. how did they find out that santa and the easter bunny weren’t real?

“ i found out santa wasn’t real because my dad was horrible at hiding his santa costume. and easter bunny was because i woke up early one day and i saw my mom making little bunny footprints on the floor. “

14. what is their hogwarts house?

“ i always thought i was a gryffindor, but when i took the pottermore test years ago... i got slytherin. i guess i’m a cunning folk just like merlin. “

15. what tarot card are they?

“ i got the sun card !! “

16. are they more of a marvel or dc fan?

“ i enjoy both, but i lean more towards marvel. i like the comedy route they take on the movies. and the series are better, that’s all. “

17. who is their favorite superhero?

“ jessica jones aka jewel. i relate to her in ‘ being a messy adult ’ department. “

18. everyone has a song that deeply reminds them of their childhood. what is theirs?

“ crazy by aerosmith. it used to be one of my dad’s favorite songs. maybe it still is, who knows ?? but yeah... he used to sing that to my mom and dance around the kitchen with her. it was... nice. “

19. what are the meanings of their first, middle, and last name?

“ amelia means defender and striving, carolina means song of happiness. and after a quick research, miller means one who grinds grain. “

20. have they ever stolen a street sign before?

“ no, but that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. it would be a good decor for my bedroom, hm. “

21. what is their biggest pet peeve?

“ people chewing with their mouth open and slow walkers. i can’t choose between these two, both drive me crazy. “

22. if they were a month, what month would they be?

“ is it weird if i say march because it is always a good month for me ?? like, every year march is so great for some weird reason. anyway, march. that’s my choice. “

23. what is their least favourite movie?

“ oh, twilight without a doubt. i never understood the hype about it and because of it, fifty shades was created. “

24. what five movies would they bring with them if they were stuck on a deserted island?

“ ferris bueller’s day off, can’t hardly wait, drive me crazy, enchated and ocean’s 8 so i can finally watch it. “

25. out of all of the late night talk show hosts, who is their favorite?

“ james corden !! i love his skits and overall games. and let’s not forget carpool karaoke is one of the best things to watch when you are bored. “

26. what are three things they are afraid of?

“ being forgotten, being abandoned and snakes. literal and not literal snakes. “

27. what was the first concert they went to?

“ bon jovi when he played on central park summerstage. i remember my mom going crazy because she is obsessed with him. it was a great afternoon. “

28. is there a nickname that only their family calls them?

“ they call me millie. “

29. what side of the bed do they sleep on?

“ left. “

30. what is their favorite comfort food?

“ hershey’s chocolate bar. at least once a month, i go to the store in times square to get one for free. “

31. what award shows do they watch?

“ all of them. i love award season, but i will love it more when amy addams finally get the oscar that she deserves. “

32. do they have any weird body skills (example: being double jointed)?

“ yes !! i can wiggle both of my ears. “

33. if they drink coffee, what is their coffee order?

“ i don’t drink coffee. when i need caffeine i go to black tea mixed with green tea. “

34. what social media platforms do they have?

“ twitter, instagram, snapchat and pinterest. oh, facebook as well so my family knows i’m alive but i barely use it. “

35. are they a cat or dog person?

“ both ?? how can i choose between these precious animals ?? answer: i can’t. and won’t. “

36. if they were a supernatural creature, what would they be?

“ i think i answered this before, but if not, i would love to be a valkyrie. they are a bunch of badass women. “

37. what show are they currently watching on netflix/hulu?

“ queer eye and champions !! both are great and i highkey recommend everyone to watch them. “

38. what is their favorite disney movie?

“ disney is beauty and the beast. disney pixar is a bug’s life, i love a good classic. live action disney is obviously maleficent. fun fact: i saved money to buy the same lipstick angelina used in that movie.“

39. do they wear any perfume or cologne?

“ i wear perfume when i have to work in an event or something fancy like that. but other than that, i use victoria secret’s hydrating body lotion. “

40. what genres of music do they listen to?

“ broadway, pop and rock. “

41. have they ever seen the bee movie?

“ i have the dvd. i think that is enough answer to this question. “

42. what are their favorite memes?

“ to be honest, any reaction gif that ever existed. but the gif of jonathan from queer eye saying ‘can you believe?’ is one of my favorites at the moment. “

43. what celebrities do they share a birthday with?

“ mila kunis and halle berry !! hey yo !! “

44. what is their moon (zodiac) sign?

“ my moon sign is sagittarius. if you want to know the others, i have my whole chart on my phone thanks to my sister... but don’t ask me what it means, i have no idea. “

45. which of the seven cardinal sins do they embody the most?

“ i would say greed. “

46. do they watch sports on television? if so what ones?

“ i only watch sports on television when i need something to make me sleep. “

47. what do they put on their typical sandwich?

“ bread, cheese, steak and bacon. “

48. what was the name of their first significant other?

“ colin. he was a ridiculous piece of shit and i hope he is happy and stay far away from me. “

49. do they care if people think badly of them?

“ not really. point is, haters gonna hate. shake it off, taylor swift. always right. “

50. what was the last thing that made them cry?

“ i always cry when i listen to champagne supernova by oasis, so i will say that was the last thing that made me cry because i can’t really remember the last time i cried. “

51. are they an iphone or samsung user?

“ iphone. “

52. what type of computer do they use (example: apple)?

“ lenovo thinkpad e475. “

53. what is one of their nervous habits?

“ nail biting, tapping my foot, and talking really fast. my mom says i touch my hair a lot when i’m nervous, too.“

54. out of all reality shows, which one would they have a chance winning?

“ i’m pretty sure i could win big brother. 98% certain of it. “

55. would they ever go bungee jumping or skydiving?

“ without a doubt, someone please take me. “

56. what do they call their grandparents?

“ grandma and grandpa. “

57. what do they do when they can’t sleep?

“ watch any sport on tv, and if there’s none, cartoons. “

58. what time do they normally go to bed?

“ back home, between 10:30 PM and 11 PM on weekdays and 3 AM on weekends. “

59. if they have instagram, what was the last picture that they posted?

“ it was one of me holding a sword toy in the forest, trying to be a badass like wonder woman. but failing miserably. “ (x)

60. if they have twittter, what was the last thing that they tweeted?

“ i was trying to say “c’est la vie” but i forgot the phrase and so long story short i shrugged and said “livin la vida loca”. “

61. who is their otp?

“ emily blunt and john krasinski !! i only believe in real love because of them !! “

62. do they like sweet, salty, or sour?

“ sweet and sour. “

63. did they play any sports in the past?

“ swimming and water polo. “

64. what is their favorite cheesy pick up line?

“ you look so familiar... didn't we take a class together? i could've sworn we had chemistry. “

65. what tv show or movie is their guilty pleasure?

“ gravity falls and the lego movie. “

66. if they were a fruit, what fruit would they be?

“ green grapes. “

67. do they sing in the shower?

“ sing would be an understatement. i give a whole madison sqaure garden performance in the shower. “

68. what is their favorite type of chips?

“ doritos. always and forever you will be on my heart. “

69. do they drink juice? if so, what is their favorite kind?

“ lemonade !! and orange juice mixed with strawberry juice. trust me, that shit is good. “

70. what is more important to them: power, money, friends, family, love, or fame?

“ family and friends, always. “

71. what does their handwriting look like?

“ my handwriting is legible, that’s what i can say about it?? oh, i write in cursive. i don’t know how to answer this. “

72. do they have reoccurring dreams? if not, what is their most memorable dream?

“ i have a dream that everyone is ignoring me. i searched what it meant when it first happened, and it turns out i need to communicate more about my feelings. that’s funny. “

73. if they were a taste, what would it be?

“ minty gum. you can’t go wrong with mint gum, unless you are allergic to it. “

74. what is one random fun fact about them?

“ i do volunteer work by delivering food, coats, blankets to homeless people every night that i can for a city program. i have been doing this for a year now, and it is so gratifying being able to help them. i wish sometimes i could do more. “

75. what is their lucky number?

“ seventeen !! “

76. do they have any pets?

“ unfortunately, no. money is tight already and with a pet would be worse. maybe in the future i will adopt one. “

77. do they believe in the paranormal or the supernatural?

“ hell fucking yes to the paranormal. not so much to the supernatural, but i wish it was true. “

78. have they ever had any paranormal experiences?

“ no, but i have heard a lot of them to believe that paranormal exists. “

79. can they sing or dance?

“ i can carry a tune, but i’m no whitney houston. and my dance moves consists in high school musical choreography. “

80. who is the first person they call/text when something exciting happens?

“ my lil sister rachel, theo, and my groupchat with addie and lola.”

81. what is their social media handle?

“ @ameliamill on twitter, @amclias on instagram and @amyazing on snapchat !! “

82. what swear word do they use/like the most?

“ fuck. “

83. what is their ideal first date?

“ i really like outdoor dates, a picnic or a theme park would be fun. outdoor movie or concert, a food festival or a street fair. even getting ice cream and go for a walk instead of sitting on the parlor would be a great first date. “

84. if they were a type of weather, what would they be?

“ the weather after a rainstorm, when the sun is timidly shining again behind the clouds and there’s that smell of fresh rain that makes you feel clean. “

85. what is their least favorite holiday?

“ thanksgiving. the bad memories are real with this one. “

86. what is the first thing that they do in the morning?

“ turn off my alarm and proceed to wake rachel up so she can get ready for school. when i’m here, jump in theo’s bed to wake him up.“

87. who is their ultimate celebrity crush?

“ my love, my life, my heart: chris evans. “

88. do they usually pay with cash or card?

“ cash. “

89. what was the last thing that they bought?

“ alcohol, more specifically whiskey and vodka. “

90. are they a good or bad driver?

“ i like to believe i’m a good driver, i never hit anyone’s car... so. “

91. if they could meet one person (from history or currently alive), who would it be?

“ michael jackson, come on. who wouldn’t want to meet the king of pop ?? “

92. have they ever gotten into a physical fight?

“ once in high school. some girl was talking shit about my friend and the instinct to slap her across the face was stronger than the common sense of not doing so. got detention for a week and a super mad mom afterwards. oh well, it was worth it. “

93. do they prefer pepsi or coke?

“ we love and support coke in this house. pepsi is not welcome. “

94. do they prefer the city or the suburbs?

“ city, without a doubt. “

95. do they have any special or odd talents?

“ just the wiggling ears thing, like i said before. “

96. when they were little, what did they want to be when they grew up?

“ i wanted to be an astronaut and then i found out how much math it required to become one. it broke little amy’s heart. “

97. do they have any favorite smells?

“ the smell after it rains, lemon, and homemade food. “

98. if they could visit any place in the world, where would they go?

“ in ibiza za za za, everyday is a fiesta sta sta sta. “

99. do they wear jewelry?

“ yes, a necklace with a rose pendant that my grandma gave me. i haven’t taken it off since she gave me. and also earings. “

100. who is the last person they talked to on the phone?

“ rachel, turns out the lil sis is missing me more than she thought she would. “

101. do they prefer ‘would you rather’ or ‘truth or dare’?

“ would you rather. “

102. what has been their favorite halloween costume yet?

“ cher from clueless with the iconic yellow outfit !! as if there would be a better halloween costume than being the funniest rich girl. “

103. do they like horror movies?

“ yeah, but i don’t like to watch them alone. “

104. what is their typical breakfast like?

“ soft scrambled eggs and tea. “

105. are they a netflix or hulu person?

“ netflix all the way !! their original content is great as fuck. “

106. do they like to gossip?

“ oh yeah, definitely. but only with close friends. “

107. if they were a song, what one would they be?

“ who do you think you are by spice girls. “

108. what was their best subject in school?

“ weirdly enough, it was spanish. followed by history and english. “

109. what was their worst subject in school?

“ physics. that shit was my fucking nightmare. why sir isaac newton had to discover gravity ?? tell me why ?? “

110. have they ever met anyone famous?

“ yes, a lot. the latest one was chris evans because he was on broadway with ‘lobby hero’. i was trembling the whole time he was talking to me. his eyes are so blue and dreamy. “

111. who was their childhood hero?

“ the totally spies !! no doubt, no doubt. “

112. were any tv shows or movies that they weren’t allowed to watch as a child?

“ my mom would let me watch things that were on my age range. if i wanted to watch something more ‘adult-y’, she would watch it first and then say if i could watch it or not. “

113. what is the strangest thing they have ever eaten?

“ according to my grandma, i ate a beetle when i was 2 year old. so it would be that. “

114. do they prefer friends or family?

“ i can’t choose, both have important roles in my life. “

115. how do they feel about pineapple on pizza?

“ i’m not a fan of it, but i don’t think is the weirdest topping you could put on your pizza like some people make it out to be. “

116. do they put the milk or cereal in the bowl first?

“ cereal in the bowl first. that way you know how much milk you have to put. duh. “

117. how do they think dogs would wear pants?

“ the second one. i don’t think any dog would be able to move wearing pants like in the first picture. “

118. do they believe in luck or fate?

“ fucking yes. life would be boring if you don’t believe in some things. but i believe more in luck than fate, though. “

119. do they use emojis when they text?

“ yes !! my three top most used emojis are the middle finger, eye roll, and the eyes emoji. “

120. who was their favorite character on friends?

“ all of them but ross. ross can rot in hell for making rachel get out of that plane. “

121. what character on friends are they most like?

“ i make jokes when i’m uncomfortable and the only response to a romantic i love you is ‘oh crap’. couldn’t i BE anymore like chandler ?? “

122. would they rather read the books or watch the movies?

“ watch the movies. “

123. what is their favorite time of day?

“ night, when i can finally lay in bed and relax. “

124. did they watch the teletubbies as a child? if so, who was their favorite?

“ if someone watched teletubbies and their favorite wasn’t po, they are fake. “

125. do they check the rating (like a rotten tomatoes rating) of a movie before they go and see one?

“ not really, no. i just watch it and then complain on twitter if it is bad. “

126. do they have any favorite old hollywood movie stars?

“ judy garland, julie andrews and audrey hepburn !! “

127. if they had to live in any other decade, which would they choose?

“ the 80′s, without a doubt. “

128. if they could only listen to five music albums for the rest of their life, which ones would they choose?

“ abba gold: greatest hits, michael jackson: greatest hits, spiceworld by spice girls, backstreet boys: the hits, high school musical 2 soundtrack. “

129. do they believe in heaven/hell or reincarnation?

“ like i said before, not believing in things makes life boring. so yes, i do believe in hell, heaven and reincarnation. “

130. do they like chewing gum?

“ yes, minty gum is great. “

131. do they like to go see musicals or plays?

“ hell yes !! it is one of my favorite things to do. “

132. were they apart of any clubs or teams in high school or college?

“ i was part of the swimming and water polo team in high school. “

133. what was their high school superlative?

“ most likely to brighten someone’s day. “

134. are they good at cooking or baking?

“ i have to be, or my sister and i would be eating take out every night. “

135. could they beat bobby flay?

“ hell no. “

136. do they watch actual television? if so, what channels do they watch?

“ mtv. and your occasional sports channel when i need to sleep. “

137. have they ever seen rupaul’s drag race?

“ yas gawd, werk it mama. “

138. do they prefer pink or yellow lemonade?

“ pink lemonade. everything that is pink, is better. i don’t make the rules, it just is. “

139. could they lip sync for their life?

“ i like to believe that the only lip sync for the life i would have to be in is the one in the final. and that it would be a song that is comedic like anaconda by nicki minaj so i can pull a ben de la creme on it. in these terms, i could definitely lip sync for my life. “

140. is their room messy or clean?

“ an organized mess, thank you very much. “

141. if they were a body part, which one would they be?

“ the brain, it controls every other body part. “

142. if they were an emotion, what would they be?

“ happiness. “

143. if they were a planet, which one would they be?

“ neptune, i don’t know why. “

144. how would they describe their clothing style?

“ eleanor shellstrop look alike. “

145. do they shower in the morning or at night?

“ at night, so my body can relax after a long day. “

146. do they order regular fries, onion rings, sweet potato fries, or tater tots?

“ regular fries. so i can eat them with a sundae. “

147. do they normally wear socks?

“ yes, socks are comfy. “

148. do they fear natural disasters?

“ of course. is there anyone who doesn’t fear natural disasters ?? ”

149. can they ice/roller skate?

“ no way. i always fall on my ass, but hey, that never stopped me from getting up again. “

150. are they good at video games?

“ i’m horrible at video games. the last game i played was mario kart. years ago. “

#stillwater:task3 #⌜ ✽ °˖ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ╾ MUSINGS.⌟

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marvellimagines · 7 years ago

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Peter Parker x Reader

All I want for Christmas is…

Summary: The team and their family are having Christmas dinner at the Stark Tower. But a few minutes into the party, there’s a blackout. When the lights come back on, there’s a big surprise for your parents, Tony and Pepper.

Word Count: 1823

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing

A/N: Hello! Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you all enjoy this fic about the team and their family! There’s a happy ending, of course. Feedback is appreciated <3

[Highschool, 3 PM]

‘’Yeah, see you later, Mike. Merry Christmas! Oh and you too, Jessica. Bye!’’ you said to a couple you had known for a while now, heading to your locker. It was Friday and five minutes ago it had been the last time this year that you were saved by the bell. ‘Christmas vacation, here I come.’ you thought as you were putting your books in your locker and closing it but you startled when you saw Peter Parker standing next to you with a grin on his face. ‘’Hello, sweetie.’’

You gave your boyfriend a gentle push against his shoulder but he pulled you closer, pressing his lips against your soft lips, holding on for just a bit longer than usual which made you smile and blush lightly. ‘’Hey, I thought you were free at 2?’’ you asked curiously and wrapped your arms around his neck, biting your lip.

Peter nodded and planted another kiss on your nose, staring into your eyes. ‘’I was but I waited for you. It will be Christmas evening soon and your father invited every Avenger to the Tower, including me. Aunt May will be there too so we can go together, right?’’

‘’Oh that’s really nice of my dad. And Aunt May is always so nice to me, I love her but do you think it is a good idea for us to come together? Isn’t that suspicious, babe?’’

He frowned and shook his head, capturing you between his body and the lockers as he deepened the kiss, pinching your butt softly. ‘’It won’t be suspicious. They all think we’re just friends, hon.’’

You did return the kiss but pushed your boyfriend away as soon as he pinched you, rolling your eyes fondly. ‘’Not if you keep doing that. You know some kids at this school know my dad and they will tell him,’’ you sighed and grabbed your bag and coat, grabbing Peter’s hand.

Peter smirked and laced your fingers together. ‘’Still, you always grab my hand on our way out,’’ he whispered so softly you could barely hear him.

You and Peter had just arrived home, at your father’s Tower, when you were making out in the elevator because you knew…oh dear, you knew that the elevator was slow as f*ck.

‘’No, no, marks in my neck, Pete. They’ll see,’’ you murmured and moaned softly when he went lower, moving your shirt away to kiss your shoulder. ‘’They won’t,’’ he assured you once more but then the elevator stopped moving, making you flinch. ‘’Get off me, quick,’’ you whispered and pulled your shirt back up, smiling at Tony and the other Avengers when the doors opened.

‘’Y/N! I was wondering when you were coming,’’ Natasha said as she was smiling brightly, standing up from where she sat on the floor to hug you. ‘’I see you brought young Peter along with you, Miss Y/N,’’ Thor added and shook your boyfriend’s hand, patting him on the shoulder.

‘’Yeah, I bumped into him on my way here and he has presents!’’ you cheered happily and walked to your father, kissing his cheek. ‘’Hey, dad. When did the party start?’’

‘’Just now, sweetheart. No party without my beautiful daughter, right?’’ Tony said and chuckled when he saw Clint’s children running towards you, Nataniel jumping in your arms. ‘’Y/N!! I already know how to count to ten, wanna hear?’’ the boy brabbled as you laughed, nodding.

‘’One, two, three, four, five, six…uhh, ten!’’ he yelled a bit too loud in your ear and everyone laughed. ‘’Good job, honey!’’ you mumbled with a proud smile and placed the boy back with his feet on the floor, letting him walk back to his mother again after you’d ruffled his hair.

[Stark Tower, 6 PM]

All of the Chrismas lights were shining upon New York as Tony, your father had served a beautiful dinner. Well, your mother did, to be honest, and everyone was enjoying the food.

‘’Wow, this is amazing, Pepper. Which ingredients did you use for the salad?’’ Laura asked with a smile as she took another bite.

Your mom laughed and glanced at you quickly. ‘’Ask Y/N, she has the secret ingredient.’’

‘‘Oh really?’‘ Laura said and curiously raised her eyebrow, looking at you but you shook your head. ‘‘Not gonna tell any of you,’‘ you teased. ‘‘Wait ‘till you taste the chicken,’‘ you murmured but then your dad startled.

‘‘The chicken!’‘ he yelled and jumped up from his chair before making his way over to the kitchen and grabbing the oven mitts to grab the chicken out of the oven. He expected there to be a lot of smoke but as soon as he opened the oven, the chicken was fine and your dad sighed in relief. ‘‘Oh thank god,’‘ he mumbled and got the chicken out. ‘‘Time for the real dinner, guys,’‘ Tony announced and placed the chicken on the table, grabbing a knife to cut it and give everyone a big piece. ‘‘I’m the oldest here so I get the largest, of course,’‘ your father teased and you laughed but quickly the Captain chimed in, also laughing. ‘‘NIce try, tho I think I’m the oldest, officially,’‘ he murmured happily but then Thor started to talk. ‘‘I’m not so sure of that, Captain,’‘ he said with a grin on his face and Peter who was sitting next to you, could no longer hold in his laugh.

‘‘Well, I’m glad you are all enjoying dinner,’‘ Pepper said as she stood up to propose a toast. ‘‘I want to thank everyone for coming here and as I said, I’m happy you all enjoy the food. Peter, this is your first time here with the family so, enjoy the evening. Dessert will be coming soon so leave a little space for that and Merry Christmas, everyone!’‘ she said with a smile on her face before taking a sip of her drink, everyone else doing the same. ‘‘Merry Christmas!’‘ everyone cheered before going back to their conversation. Tony pulled Pepper on his lap and kissed her lovingly after putting a stroke of hair behind her ear.

You smiled and looked around the table at everyone having a good time and underneath the table, Peter grabbed your hand and gave a light squeeze. ‘’I love you,’’ he whispered which made you blush. ‘’Love you more,’’ you whispered back.

After dessert, Nathaniel and Harley were playing with dinosaurs in the corner next to the Christmas tree while Natasha and Laura were chatting together on the couch. Thor, Steve and Tony were having a drink at the bar, a few feet away from everyone else. While Pepper was cleaning the table with the rest of the team’s help. You and Peter were quietly talking about presents and dinner in one of your father’s big chairs. You sat close to him with a smile on his face. ‘’You can’t tell Bucky yet but I bought him Christmas magnets for his arm,’’ you whispered and Peter almost spit out his drink. ‘’No way, you better start running, baby,’’ he mumbled and laughed, shaking his head.

‘‘He’s gonna love it,’‘ you replied and as soon as you finished your sentence, the tower went dark, all the lights were out. You looked up and then around you but failed to see anything. ‘‘Dad?’‘ you said while the others remained silent.

For a few seconds, all you could hear was breathing before Nathaniel started to cry and Laura quickly picked him up gentle and started humming a lullaby.

‘‘Yeah, uh, I’ll go check out the generator. Pep, honey, could you light some candles? Be right back,’‘ he said and on his way, Harley bumped into him. ‘‘Tony, can I come with you?’‘ he asked unsurely but Tony smiled. ‘‘Yeah, come, I’ll lead the way,’‘ he said and left the room.

A few minutes later, no candles lighted, Tony and Harley came back, telling that it was just a blackout and there wasn’t anything that he could do about it. They did have an emergency generator but Tony forgot where he’d put it. And the only one who knew was Jarvis but he was shut down.

‘‘We used the last candles during dinner, sweetheart,’‘ Pepper explained and sighed a little bit. ‘‘Well al we can do now is wait till the lights go back on, sorry!’‘ Tony mumbled.

‘‘It is not your fault, Anthony,’‘ Thor chimed in.

A half hour later and moments of laughed passed on. You and Peter were still on the chair, kissing each other sometimes, sure that nobody could see you now. ‘’I love you, Peter Parker,’’ you whispered into his ear, everyone else chatting loudly.

Peter laughed lovingly and cupped your cheeks before planting a long lasting kiss on your lips, right when the lights turned back on.

‘‘Oh! Yay!’‘ Harley cheered. Most of the team smiled and looked at each other. ‘‘Luckily it didn’t last that long! Party is still on!’‘ Rhodey said but then it went quiet again when Tony saw you and your boyfriend kissing.

‘‘Y/N?’‘ he asked, his voice soft but surprised.

You opened your eyes suddenly and pulled away from Peter, taking a breath. ‘’I- so the lights are back on…’’ you rambled and swallowed nervously. ‘’Please don’t ban Peter from the tower.’’

‘‘Please don’t ban me from the tower,’‘ Peter repeated and looked at Tony like a scared puppy.

‘‘How long?’‘ Tony asked and looked at both you and Peter. You frowned and were confused for a few seconds. ‘‘How long what, dad?”

‘‘Two months, sir,’‘ Peter replied for you and glanced at Pepper now who had a small smile on her face and a cup of chocolate milk in her hands.

You expected your father to be mad, to kick Peter out or something like that. Or at least give him a big speech. ‘’Are you going to hurt her?’’ Tony asked, his voice calm but stern.

Peter instantly shook his head. ‘’No, sir. Of course not. Wouldn’t even think about it.’’

‘‘Good. Will you take care of her?’‘ he asked, raising his eyebrow. Peter smiled and nodded. ‘‘Yes, sir. I’ll give my life for her if I have to.’‘

‘‘Honey, please-’‘

‘‘I got this, Pep,’‘ Tony cut her off and came closer towards Peter and his daughter. ‘‘Come here, Y/N,’‘ he mumbled and you stood up and before you could say anything, he hugged you and pressed a kiss on your forehead. ‘‘I love you, Y/N. And I can see Peter does too. So he’s okay. He can stay, don’t worry.’‘

‘‘You’re a good kid,’‘ he now turned to Peter and shook his hand before walking back to his wife and kissed her lips lovingly. ‘‘Now, I believe we were in the middle of a party?’‘

Pepper laughed and Thor threw his cup on the floor. ‘’Another!’’ he yelled. Tony sighed. ‘’Dum-E! You got something to clean!’’

The End

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little holiday fic with the team and their family. I hope that all of you are enjoying these days and if you’re not, remember: it will all be good eventually. Xoxo

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #christmas fic #merry christmas #marvel #marvellimagines

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donotbealrmed · 6 years ago

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A to Z

By: distortedfishbowl/Lauryn

Ch. 2

I push my bags into the trunk of my junky Jeep and close the hatch. I can hear a sniffle behind me and I see my mom and Aunt Willy identically covering their noses.

"Guys," I draw out, "c'mon, we knew this was coming." Fall break was longer this time than it was last year: a whole month. And I could tell already at the start of the break Mom wasn't ready to let me and my brother go so quickly.

"No, Ant, I'm fine. Don't worry," Mom says wiping the tears away from the corners of her eyes. "I'm just- I miss my baby boys." She slumped her way over to me and draped her arms over my shoulders, sniffling and weeping the whole way. "Anthony, I'm your mother and I love you."

Off to the left, the patio doors open and close. A carbon copy version of me says "Hey, what's this blubbering for? And where's my hug?" Mom begins to laugh and shuffle over to Seth while Aunt Willy and walks over to me with open arms and her signature I'm-gonna-miss-you smile.

"Be good for us, 'kay Anthony?" Her hug is tight around me just the way it is every time we hug. I smell her ivory soap and her knock off Beyoncé perfume.

I nod into her hair feeling my eyes sting. I really didn't want to leave Mom here with the state everything is in. After Seth stuffs his things into my car, we say our I love yous with already longing looks and leave the driveway.

In my rearview mirror, I see my Dad, seemingly out of nowhere, hovering behind Mom and putting his hand on her shoulder where he had hurt her before. I see him urge Aunt Willy to go home and she throws her hands in the air and retreats to her car.

It was only an approximate twenty five minute drive to the school I went to. Yeah, I go to a boarding school and not because I'm 'prestigious' but because Mom didn't want us in the new environment that Dad had conjured up for us. It had only took a nasty bruise on my arm and a cigar burn on Seth's collarbone to send us somewhere where Dad probably couldn't get to us. It was a long shot but Mom said it was worth protecting us for. I still didn't feel good about leaving her alone like that with him but Aunt Willy assures me every few days that she's with her and she's okay and, of course, that puts me at ease. I still didn't like it, though.

I help Seth take his things to his room first with his roommates in tow. They were all in a lower grade than me so it was funny to see them flirt with other girls even though it was evident that they had no experience.

I give my little brother a quick hug but, of course, not without his dear roommates bellowing, "That's gay!" behind us. He's my brother, dude, what the hell?

"Guys, just shut up. You can't even get a girl to look your way." Seth retaliates.

One of them says, "Oh, and you can?"

Seth playfully tenses his chest. "Bet," he whispers seriously.

I stand back chuckling to myself and slowly let myself out. "Bye Seth!" I call as I walk down the hall and head to my car.

As I get to my car door, I see a familiar face leaning against it with arms crossed and legs propped a certain way to the ground, and there was only one person I knew that did that effortlessly.

"Ben!" I yelled out, hurting my throat a little. I ran to him even though I was two feet away and gave him punches to the arm like I always did.

"Hey, Ant." He smiled at me with all of his newly braced teeth on show.

I point at him and wink. "Rockin' the braces, Benji."

"Can't wait to get this shit off." Ben complains. He says his braces are the literal bane of his existence and he tries to hide them every time he smiles but what he doesn't know it just makes him that much more adorable. "Well, anyways, Tess is waiting in the lounge. Let's go before she comes and finds us."

As Ben and I head over to the lounge, which is halfway across campus, he asks me how my break was.

"Went to my Aunt's wedding," I said. And I saw the prettiest guy ever.

"Oh really? Did you meet some cute girls?" Ben jokes because he knows my history with girls, but not with boys.

I chuckle, trying not to smile too widely. "I guess you could say that." I wasn't ready to tell him that lately it hasn't been girls I've been looking at.

Ben jumps up a little. "Ant finally getting a girl? Should I record this on the calendar?"

"Nothing has happened yet, don't get your hormone hopes up." I said. I didn't have a chance to ask Ben about his break because we were rudely interrupted by a 5'2" girl who was speed walking towards us.

"Guys, where have you been?" Tessa was a short brunette who didn't mind the taller people around her. In her mind, she was tall.

"We were heading over there, Tess. Calm down." Ben says.

"Yeah, right. Well, now that we're here, how was the break for you two? Better than mine, I hope."

Ben claps his hands together. "Alright, I'll tell you. I went to stay at my cousin's house at the start of the week and on the third day," he pauses with the slyest grin on his face, "I met the prettiest girl around. I hooked up with her and guess what- we're still in contact to this day."

Tess and I clap for him like Dumbledore does for Harry since it had been so long since Ben kept in contact with a girl for more than two days.

Ben then motions towards me. "Why don't you tell us about your break, Ant?"

I know he wants me to tell about how I met a girl but I hadn't met a girl at all. Or even a person in general. I sat with Willie while oogling a boy I told myself not to get involved with. I couldn't tell them that; I wasn't ready.

I shook my head no. "I'm good," I say, avoiding the topic. "What about you Tess?"

Tess tenses up and sighs. "Kenan cheated on me." she says. She puts her hands to her head. "I told you guys I thought something was up and yeah. It was with this random girl he met at his brother's going away party."

I put my arm around Tessa's shoulder and Ben hugs us from the back. "We don't need him anyway" I say.

Tess chuckles and links her hand with mine. "Thanks, Ant. I just want to forget about it, I don't want to sit in my room forever thinking about it."

"We could go out to eat tonight at Funky's," Ben suggests, unclasping us from his hug.

Tess nods. "That'd be good for my health, honestly, just eating Funky fries until I die from obesity."

•°•°•

I had to finish all of my first day back assignments before I had even thought about going out with my friends. I knew I would forget if I didn't.

Ben walks into our room from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I stare only for a second before I snap myself back to my homework.

"Hey Anthony, can I borrow a shirt? All my good ones are dirty." Ben asks, walking over to my bed and standing right beside me. With all of his good features on show.

"Yeah, just go into my dresser." I say looking past Ben.

He thanks me and makes his way across the room where our dressers are located beside each other. Ben and I have been friends since 2nd grade and I didn't think of him in another way at all but that didn't mean I didn't notice how great he looked.

I revert back to the real world and out of my thoughts when Ben asks me, "Why aren't you ready?"

I look down at myself and shrug. "I'm almost done with my work, just give me a second."

After I finish my homework, I jump into the shower for a couple minutes and get fresh clothes to wear. "Ben," I say. "Did you use the rest of my cologne?"

I smell my cologne all over the room. Ben tosses the bottle to me and he says, "No, there's a little left in there."

I attempt a spray at myself and only get a small spit. "Gee, thanks buddy." Instead, I pile up on deodorant basically everywhere on my body. It did a decent job for a substitute.

About fifteen minutes later, we're pigging out at Funky's. Tess is literally stuffing her face with Funky fries and Ben is gulping down a cherry cheesecake shake. I'm still on my burger and only four bites have been taken out of it. I don't know why, I just wasn't as hungry tonight.

"Ant, your Funky burger is still on your plate. You okay?" Tess asks crossing her arm over to mine.

I put a small smile on my face and almost say "I'm fine," but as if on cue, the icing on the cake, I see a familiar face across the restaurant.

Tess notices and looks past her shoulder. "Oh, do you know him?"

I gather my current emotions and get them in order. "Yeah, I mean, not personally. He was in a band that played at my aunt's wedding over the break."

"Oh, he's a snack." Tessa sighs. She rests her head lazily on her hand and stares at the prettiest guy ever.

I pick at my burger with a fork and mutter "I mean, if you like guys like that."

As if my mind is clouded and I don't know what's happening, Ben says "Wait, hold on, why is he coming over here? He's waving, does he know one of us?"

I hadn't reacted until Tess said, "Well, Ant says he knows him."

My head snaps up and my plate rattles. "Wait, what." And before I know it, a tall and dark Latino figure is walking over to me.

"Hey," he greets, "my father played for your cousin, yeah?"

"She's actually my aunt but, yeah. He did." I say, trying to keep the coolest of cools.

His smile is different this time. It's not crooked like before but it's fuller, like he's using his whole face for it. But why? What was different this time?

"Well, I had a great time at your aunt's wedding. The food was incredible." His teeth are beaming at me and his eyes are smiling. He holds out his hand for me to shake. "Zach."

I take it and we share two shakes. "I'm Anthony." I smile but I'm trying to keep what I'm actually feeling deep down inside. The way his voice caramelized over to my ears all the more while he looked so suave just standing there in front of me might've just mended me a little.

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