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[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #14

Lost and Founder's Day

I do really like how the theme song flows, especially at the end where Cosmo and Wanda jump from their human disguises into fairy form.

Ooh, Founder's Day came back from "A New Dev-elopment." Continuity! I like how the title card shows us the hat that Dev and Hazel saw during their treasure hunt.

I'm gonna throw my money down on the Dimmadomes founding Dimmadelphia (or an ancestor).

skdfj, Hazel's so cute when she steals her teacher's hat.

-> Yes, it was the Dimmadomes.

I like how Dev's shades are still gone, but he's still got that smug tone of voice. But today, he has a good reason to be a bit smug for a festival his family is hosting (that his dad had to work over the weekend to pull together). This is gonna be interesting.

I don't trust any of this tech to be good (in the moral sense). Dale literally tried to promote pollution a few episodes ago.

LKSDJFSD, Dev giving out watches that do a bunch of cool technical things and this is the face he makes when he's asked if the watches tell time:

(They do not).

This is the first time Hazel's shown interest in anything related to Dimmadomes' tech (She has a phone case covering any logo and didn't know how to do the dance they apparently made) and now she's gushing over the gift Dev gave her so I'm... hm. Where ya going with this, Hazel?

Okay, so... what the HECK is going on with Dimmadelphia? I'm sure we'll get to learn the real founder soon, but all I can assume right now is that it was Doug himself, hence the hat logo. If that's true, he was BUSY during the 50 years of frozen time.

-> That WOULD justify my Buxaplenty overlap seeing as the train lines would've been crucial for this.

It's gotta be a different ancestor. There's no way Doug would be in Dimmsdale if he'd founded another city. This city's huge. I'll be watching for any indications of "established X year."

Aww, Hazel adores Dev now and is blatantly gushing over him. That's really cute. Local #1 Dev fan:

[cnt'd under the cut - #long post]

I can't believe we didn't get a "Hazel has a bone in her hair" gag when she got shocked by the tech.

omfg, Dev is so desperate to interact with his dad that he's begging to "organize merchandise by tossing boxes back and forth to each other." He's smart. Goober.

Diagnosed child who would play Catch with active TNT minecarts in Limited Life SMP. He would just do it...

Dale, you shouldn't tell your son to "Eat a lizard." That's mean.

Oh noooo, are we about to get "My dreams were crushed many years ago... How old are you?" version 2.0?

-> Note to self, Dev's birthday is 9 years, 7 months, and 14 days before Founder's Day (give or take since he says "pretty much exactly my birthday to the day, which I think implies he's doing math and decides it's the day).

Dev is 9? Lol. Didn't we already have end of the year tests in like, Episode 2? And our implied end of school year dance? Baby.

-> I double-checked and Sadie Hawkins is in November. There were Sneezy Hawkins Dance posters in Episode 1 when Hazel walked in. Those posters hung in school for multiple episodes (I'll keep my eyes out for them in future episodes), which would imply she started school in September or October (Probably not August since she was specially introduced to the class as a new student).

-> If we keep seeing the posters throughout the whole year, I'm willing to wave them off, but while planning the timeline, it's worth noting they exist, we know we're post-2019, but probably not too many years later since that was the most recent date on the gym's championship banner for a school that clearly wins sports games often ("Fearless"), and we've seen multiple waning crescent moons.

-> No snow, but not unreasonable since Dimmsdale was in California.

... I gotta say, I'm really enjoying these recent episodes, but D: Where was this early in the series when I was confused in Post #10 as to where all the underlying trauma vibes were?

We've absolutely shifted vibes from where we were when I wrote that post. Which is fantastic, but I'm surprised we didn't get this earlier. THIS is FOP vibes. THIS is what I wanted and why I was super confused by this show's tone earlier. Yeah, of course I like Dev now... He's shifting the tone back to the OG show's vibes.

I'm wary, but I've approached to eat out of the hand.

Oh no, we scene shifted before Dale could reveal the statue under the cloth. Either he's broken and we're going to see the aftereffects (following Hazel's POV where she's confused as to why he's gone off the rails and turned snappy) or he's gonna find out during the event and he'll break down in front of the crowd. Uh-oh...

...... Okay, now they're just taunting me with the moon. It can't always be a waning crescent!!

The stage looks like Doug Dimmadome.

Please tell me Dale didn't forget to add Dev's info to the ID-scanning robot.

Every time Angela is onscreen she has a new therapy book and I support her.

Wanda: Parenting never gets easier.

-> Please tell me Hazel's parents are about to ask about that and they're going to have to either backpedal or they're going to imply they've raised like 100 kids.

sdlkfj, they only cite Poof. BRUTAL.

-> Cosmo one again giving me "First fairy baby born in 1000 years." Yeah yeah, Westley Periwinkle held the title first, we all know him (/fanfic joke).

Seriously though, it's very funny to me that Poof is never, ever referred to as "first baby born after Cosmo" or "first baby born in tens of thousands of years, or hundreds of thousands." Only first in hundreds OR first in thousands. I can't believe that DANG KID is still haunting me in the new show.

-> Cosmo still confirmed to have been the pregnant parent. I'm glad that wasn't retconned (despite Cosmo's best efforts to scramble and cover up what he said by claiming Wanda was the pregnant one).

Cracking up. Cosmo, I think the neighbors think you're trans but not out about it.

Angela: Where's your son now? :) Wanda: Eh, we don't know. I mean, we forget because we were on vacation for 10k years.

Wanda, WHAT did I say in Post 11 about how you cannot leave that clingy child alone immediately after tearing him away from Timmy?? If Poof shows up and he has abandonment issues and/or clingy vibes, I'm gonna shake you both so hard.

-> Why is Marcus not calling them out for being paranormal creatures? ... That's kind of funny since Crocker would've lost his mind.

I like how Cosmo and Wanda turned their wands into lollipops for the carnival. That's cute.

Uh-oh, the statue's not been revealed yet. I hope Dev isn't onstage when this happens. (I want him to be onstage and suffer).

-> I should note that "Stanky Danky" and "Lost and Founder" are the episodes Dale lists the companies he's in charge of, and I'm pretty sure they're different. I want to make a coherent list throughout the series.

Marcus is reading his wife's book at the party, aww. They're so cute.

OH MY GOSH, their ancestor IS surnamed Dimm! I am once again thinking this implies Dale Dimm from "Which Witch Is Which?" - who founded Dimmsdale - is probably also in this family tree.

Wanda's glowing wand is adorable. They're both cute.

So, Hazel has been here long enough she agrees she hasn't "just" moved here anymore, so I'll allow the waning crescents.

Doug Dimmadome struck gold in 1953? I'll be making a note of that. I know that's after both Dimmsdale and Dimmsdale Flats were founded. This doesn't do much for me right now, but it's good to note.

-> This implies he was a teen or adult in 1953, so he's definitely not close to the age of Timmy's parents, who were 10 in the '70s. This checks out; he's got the white hair.

-> Let's say this is 2020 for the purpose of "We know we're after 2019." (2020 - 1953) is 67, and the youngest I'd be okay letting him strike gold is 10, since 10-year-olds do a lot in this show. So, he's at minimum 77 years old during this show, and could very easily be 87 or more years older (87 if he struck gold at 20), if I'm doing my math right.

And again, that's off the assumption it's 2020, which is a little earlier than I'd been brainstorming. I'm okay with this since he had white hair in the OG series, but I'm gonna have to plot out a timeline for Dale's age at some point.

Dale: /evil monologues about his plan to monitor kids' heartrates to figure out exactly what a child want. Me: Dale, have you tried... talking to a kid? Maybe YOUR kid? Standing behind you? Dev, clearly uneasy: Dad, that's so great! You get to help kids right away!! Dale: ... Help kids?

^ Me

Wait, so the drones can waste products and not get yelled at? Dale, maybe you should focus your attention in that area of your business- I think you're losing product.

Why do the drones sound so sad? They're talking like all their friends just ditched them. They're so cute.

I love how he's still wearing the big boots:

Oh no, Dev's on stage and Dale's talking about how the statue "isn't just him" under the tarp and "he can remember when this bundle of joy arrived." Yeah, Dev's about to shatter.

Okay, Wanda's clearly startled that the statue doesn't depict Dev and even Cosmo's starting to sense that something's going on in that family. You two are going to report this, right?

Aww, Cosmo misses his son.

The contrast of Dev crashing and burning while Hazel is enjoying her new hat is very funny to me. Like, we get this sequence of how happy she is and you just know Dev's having the worst day.

Dev: It's Hazel! Of course... Her well-known love of hats! /said not long after Wanda was like "Hazel, I've literally never seen you wear a hat before yesterday, what do you mean you like hats?

That's actually very funny. And cute? When did Hazel and Dev talk about liking hats? Logically, that must've been while they were montaging on the treasure hunt and posing next to those hat-shaped objects for photos.

With Dev talking about the Dimmadomes running a family business, I'd really like to see what Dev's relationship with his grandfather is. Doug was also careless about destroying childhood memories and I don't trust him to be a good dad either, but I'm curious.

-> I actually have no proof Doug Dimmadome is still alive. I wonder if he's out of the picture and if that had a negative effect on Dale, which may be why he's throwing everything into the business right now, and why he loves his boots.

-> I should check if those boots are similar to his dad's. Like, what if he saw his dad die on the day Dev was born and the boots were left to him, so that's why the boots are so important to him that he dedicated a statue to them?

POV, the dad who (presumably) pampered you for life after you'd spent 7 years of torment underground - and you don't seem to have a mother in your life so this is your only parent and only known connection to a world that isn't full of suffering - is dying on the same day your wife is in labor. What do you do?

Aww, Hazel knows Dev well enough to sense that something's up and ask if he's okay, implying they seem to have grown closer from "A New Dev-elopment" when she saw his father scoff at him and opted to change the subject instead of asking about his feelings. They seem to be doing well as friends and I like that.

-> All these crescent moons make me wonder how long it's been since that episode, though since Dale was working on the Founder's Day event on the weekend, I assume we're still in that range of time.

Dev, holding his arm when Hazel asks if he's okay: I... don't have time to get into it.

They're so cute. I love them.

-> I love the focus on Dev right now, but I hope we don't go full steam ahead into Hazel's friendship with him and she sidelines Jasmine and Winn for her new buddy and/or potential crush.

She hasn't seen her friends this whole carnival, which surprises me. Don't do it, Hazel.

What, where did Dev get those shades. He didn't have those .4 seconds ago.

Dev's going to complete his task and give Hazel's hat back to his dad and still get rejected.

OH NO, Dev is trying to lure the scanner drones away from Hazel, but he didn't tell her that so she thinks he just called her a name, mugged her, and ran off. That's hilarious. #You tried.

Dev, you have to talk to people. You can't just assume she knows what's going on. Fool.

I like how Dale also has special eyewear (VR glasses).

I like how Cosmo inexplicably thinks all the Dimmadomes have "Pickle" as a middle name. I think he said that to Dev in an earlier episode, right?

I like how Hazel saved the day by "doing what Cosmo would do" and pressing all the buttons randomly. That's hilarious.

Barry the dinosaur was at the carnival... That's great.

HAZEL'S MAD!!

As she deserves to be- that's the second time Dev regressed to calling her names. She thought they went through this, but now she's like "He's not changing and also I literally just caught his dad in an evil plot of shocking children's brains with electricity. And Dev seems to have been helping."

Yeah... This is gonna go great. Also, his cute little poses:

Oh thank goodness... We are SO BACK, baby! The fluffy episodes were fine, but NOW we're gettin' somewhere!! Time to break some hearts.

"I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth." I love them.

Aww, he likes her so much. Best buddies...

I didn't know this was his phone, I thought it was a retro video game console.

Oh, it's an iPad parallel. It's got a stand and that's why it's big.

I like how my extremely specific "Ed Leadly as Dev's other grandpa" situation just keeps getting worse the more I think about it.

Little Dev: Grandpa Leadly, I learned to write my name! :) Leadly sitting among his pencils as Dev hands him a tablet he typed on instead of pencil and paper: Buddy, rising star, apple of my eye, my little angel... I will pay you 17 million dollars to never do this in front of me again.

Dad who likes flashy and long-lasting things to remind himself how far he's come vs. grandpa who's willing to massively overpay for anything he took interest in for 5 seconds; what arguments will they endure?

OHHH BOY, it's fairy assignment time! LET'S FREAKIN' GO!

It's Poof!! That is not the voice I expected out of him, but maybe I should've because he did love deep voices back in "Certifiable Super Sitter." I accept it.

Aw, he's so ready to play! This makes me so happy... That's exactly what a fairy godparent is here for- Finding miserable kids and turning that around so they get happier memories of their childhoods. That's exciting!

-> Oh, NOW I see why you guys were all messaging me about my "Poof adores his hero Westley Periwinkle and likes naming things after him" lore, sdkjfl. Ahahaha... I'm in danger.

-> "Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Pixies" Poof-Westley interactions looming on the horizon

Interesting choice to change his name? I wonder if that was done for stylistic reasons like the script. I seem to remember the OG show's scripts would say POOF in them for special effects, and I can see how that would be confusing.

Is... is this because he's trying to lie low so he can dodge the attention he was always getting as a celebrity kid? That feels right, seeing as if it was a true deadname to him, he probably wouldn't have introduced himself as Poof before saying "I changed it to Peri, like Periwinkle."

Either that or he's unclear if Dev's heard anything about him from Cosmo, Wanda, or Hazel and he wanted to clarify who he is, though that doesn't seem likely.

Huh. I'm kinda surprised Poof showed up. I know in the past, he was a controversial addition to the show and I half-expected him to be swept under the rug, though I did wonder about it when Cosmo and Wanda were talking about him earlier.

I've always loved him though and I'm excited to have him back. Return of my other OTHER son.

I'm really excited to hear him talk since his talking was limited to "School of Crock" (only at the end), "Fairly Odd Fairy Tales" (which he mostly slept through), and "Certifiable Super Sitter" (which is... unique). I've had to make up his entire personality for 'fics based on what limited understanding we had of his interests. I look forward to learning more about this version of him!

My established version of him in 'fics will take priority over new information. I'm currently still on the line of "Do I want to ignore New Wish in my canon or try to incorporate what I can?"

That said, I'm leaning a little towards incorporating, since I think I can work with most of it so far, especially if we're throwing in "Fairywinkle-Cosma family aren't strangers to time travel right now."

-> I'm not committing by any means, so don't hold me to that, and even if I do, it'll be cherry-picky.

-> One of my canons for Cloudlands AU Poof is that he's a fanfic writer, mainly for a series called Ninja Cowboy (which he chronically leaves unfinished, to Foop's distress since as Poof's opposite, he's addicted to finding out their endings). He also writes Anti-Cosmo x H.P. fanfics because it's the only thing that makes them back off when they show up to bother him.

Point being, I hope he gets to engage in Prime Meridian with Dev. I feel like they'd enjoy writing 'fics together and it would be funny to me :)

-> I'm wheezing on the floor. Poof's early concept name was Dusty. Even though the writers wouldn't have reason to know that was his concept name, it's funny to me that his name was changed to something that's also not that. The man of as many names as voices he can mimic...

That works really well for me since I named his younger brother Dusty, so that would've caused me problems.

I also gave Poof a mullet / ponytail in my teen design, so that makes me laugh. Lemme see if I have his ref sheet...

I do! Plus a bunch more from my files:

Looks like I gave him a tuft kinda close to his extra hair strand! That's fun. I wonder if New Wish Poof also likes sports. Hmm...

I'm gonna have to look up what era suspenders were popular. I specifically designed my teen/adult Poof with a late 60s / early 70s vibe since Cosmo was said to have been designed for the 50s, which is the time period parallel I was treating Fairy World in during that era too (hence Poof's blog tag being #purple hippie dragonfly, which I'm not planning to change because it's for me).

Exciting! I like Poof's staff. I've seen people do adulthood designs for Foop with a staff, but Poof's a new one. That's fun.

Alas, no freckles... but that's not gonna change in his Cloudlands AU design. We are "biological queen bee" all the way here.

Hmm. Foop has freckles, but... we'll see if he ever shows up in this series. I do not expect the artists to remember his freckles since they only showed up when he puffed his cheeks or flushed, but... if Foop shows up without his mustache and goatee, I'mma have questions.

Actually, this is perfectly fine because I always draw gyne fairies with pale freckles unless they're at their peak, and I already set Finley up as more dominant than Poof at school (with Finley suppressing his pheromones so Poof's "locked down" anyway). It looks like they're pretty faint in his ref sheet too. I'm satisfied with this.

No promises I'll work the Peri arc into my canon. I think I have room for it to exist and I don't think I've seen anything in New Wish that directly conflicts with Cloudlands AU in a way I can't work around, but I'm not likely to write 'fics for New Wish right now.

-> I'm not opposed to incorporating New Wish prompts into the 130 Prompts series IF I find any old drafts I end up not liking, but I did a deep clean in early 2023 and got rid of ones I didn't like, so I'm not sure.

I did sketch Hazel for a potential arc cover though, so I can use that if I have reason to.

So far, as long as I can find a satisfying way for Poof to age, I think I can swing New Wish around to fit with Cloudlands AU... unless we get something super specific like Poof-Peri already graduating high school or Cosmo and Wanda confirming they won't have godkids after Hazel, in which case I'll have to ignore that.

I can even work things around if Peri's not with Goldie, because their whole thing in Cloudlands AU is celebrity drama and dating life struggles anyway (iirc, Foop even told readers that Poof and Goldie keep splitting up and getting back together).

-> I've always suspected Poof would get special advance godkid permissions seeing as, y'know... Jorgen literally made him trial test Crocker's Mom as his "godperson assignment" in "Fairly Old Parent," plus Poof was getting on-the-job training his whole life. It's neat to see him!

I hope Poof's better at not burning himself out now. He looks like he's doing okay. He's grown out of his shell!

-> According to my timeline, Erg was Cosmo and Wanda's trial kid while they were still in high school, so it would totally work for me if Dev is Poof's high school assignment.

I'm not expecting that to be stated, but I can work with it.

Thanks for joining me in this liveblog! Looking forward to more episodes :)

[generallybarzy]

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Wednesday: ~8.2k

previous chapters: i // ii // iii // iv

an: Here it is!!! Sorry it took so long, I had stuff going on and started a new job and everything, but I think the final product is worth the wait. From here on out there’s gonna be a warning for nsfw stuff and lowkey smut (no spoilers though). Buckle up kiddos. @thirteenisles thanks for proofreading this!!!!!

summary: It’s your 21st birthday, and you want to spend some alone time with Mat! As the days of your trip keep rolling by, it becomes harder and harder to suppress the fantasies, the feelings you had towards him: desire, longing, lust, love. It’s getting harder and harder to fight your feelings, and even the alcohol doesn’t do much to help you ignore Mat. In fact, the alcohol might have made it worse...

It’s 2019, exactly eleven years after your tenth birthday, and Mat is determined to make this year even better than before.

The first thing you felt was his lips on yours.  

You’d remember the softness, the care, for years to come, maybe even- dare you say- for the rest of your life. They were so gentle, so caring, moving against yours, pushing and pulling like the tides, while his fingers grazed across your jaw and his big hands cupping your face to pull you deeper into his mouth; to mold your face- your body- against his.

When you pulled back to take a breath, you caught a glimpse of his eyes, kind and searching, filled with questions he’d never ask. You wanted to ask what was wrong, you wanted to get him to spill his words, spill his heart in front of you, but your throat closed up and no words came. Instead, you were back on his mouth with more desperate longing than before- filling the hole of unspoken words with passion and need. His mouth was inviting, caressing, and warm, his lips hopeful and confident against yours. But when the kiss was broken and you leaned back to look at the face cradled between your palms, something struck you.

There was nothing familiar about this face. In fact, there were no distinguishing features at all. What color were his eyes? What did his hair look like? Who was this? You couldn’t say. All you could tell was what it felt like to have his mouth on yours.

The breeze ruffled your hair, the waves crashed on the beach, and finally, you could hear his voice:

“Baby.” There it was, the familiarity, the warmth of his words, and the soothingness of his voice oozing over you, making your heart sickly sweet and saccharine. “Baby.” He repeated it over and over again, and you could listen to him say it over and over again, marveling at how right it sounded coming from his lips. The effect he had on you with just his voice- his mere presence even- would never cease to amaze you.

And there he was.

“Mat.” You reached for him, only hoping your voice had the same effect on him that he had on you.

He reached for you, and his touch ignited fires along your skin, both hot and cold where his fingertips grazed along your arm.

You touched his chest, slid your hand across tight pectorals and down, down to the taut muscles of his abdomen. If you’ve ever seen anyone built like a Greek God, it was him. Golden and built, he was never one to brag, though he certainly had plenty to brag about. His smile- gleaming white, perfect and teasing, always able to make your heart flutter- had your knees giving out beneath you, but he caught you with his strong, waiting arms. His words, smooth and sweet like honey, coated your body and had your clothes all but sliding off of your body on their own. His big hands had you squirming and begging silently with pleading eyes, as he kneaded and caressed your skin with touches at the same time overwhelmingly gentle and rough. And he happily obliged to your begging. The ‘V’ at his hips made your body flutter in need, made you giddy and excited. You knew what lay beyond, that ‘V’, and you knew how good it would feel when you finally connected. When you finally found each other and nodded your consent to have him sink against you, foreheads touching and breath mingling. When you finally became one being together.

You were weightless, floating in the air together as he held you against him, your bodies molding together perfectly, pushing and pulling with you, rocking breathlessly with each other. There was no desperation, no rush- you had each other and you had time, all the time in the world- and he was hot and heavy and slow inside of you. And with your bodies molded into each other tightly, you were able to push and pull steadily, all the way to the end, when sweat beaded on your foreheads, your breath came out in short pants against each other’s mouths, your hands tangled together and through each other’s hair, and your hearts glowed, complete and absolutely ready to let go together.

“(Y/N).”

“Mat.”

“(Y/N)?” He kept saying it, over and over, until his lips froze in place and his questioning face began to fade from your view, his hands dissolving from your body, leaving you empty and alone and on the edge, with his voice rumbling through your ear. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”

You opened your eyes.

“(Y/N). Hey, wake up, birthday girl!”

You groaned, rolling over and pulling the pillow over your face, trying your hardest to ignore the dull throbbing in your core. Right there? He had to wake you up right there? Fuck, it felt so real. You could practically feel his hands, feel his body beneath your fingers, feel his- “C’mon, we’ve got stuff to do today, sleepyhead!”

You couldn’t even look at him after that dream. That dream of your best friend kissing you, touching you, loving you. He had looked so real, he had felt so real. How could you just go about your day as if you hadn’t dreamt of that? As if you hadn’t felt that? God, he had no idea, did he? You pulled the pillow away, and there he was.

Just as beautiful as always.

He was sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, toying with the edge of your sheets. His skin had tanned gorgeously in the past days and looked so golden and warm to the touch, his hair falling dark and wavy onto his forehead until he reached up and pushed it back. The way his fingers slid so smoothly through the black locks just proved they were as soft as you’d always suspected, and it was an internal battle to not reach up and let your hands glide through them yourself. His hazel eyes locked with yours with a mischievous gleam, and you were so caught up in the golden brown-green mix that you didn’t even catch the little smirk on his moving lips.

“Hey, sleepyhead, focus.”

“‘S’too early…”

“It’s nine o’clock.” He laughed and dodged the pillow you’d thrown. “Hey, you’re finally twenty-one! We can drink together tonight!”

“Stupid U.S. drinking age…”

He laughed again. Ever since the first time you reconnected with him in that bar last year, he’d always teased you about still being a year too young to drink with him. “C’mon, I’m taking you out today.”

“To drink?”

“Not yet, that happens later. First, I’ve got stuff planned for the next few hours. We’re going to the boardwalk, for old time’s sake.” Out of seemingly nowhere, he grabbed the cute outfit he’d bought for you your first day here and tossed it towards you. “Get dressed, let’s go recreate some memories!” It took everything in you not to stare when he stood up to leave and you realized he was only wearing boxer briefs with his tee-shirt.

Fuck, you were gonna have to drink a lot tonight to forget about that dream…

You had celebrated your birthday with Mat once before, when you were turning ten years old. Even back then, you realized, Mat had always made it his job to hype you up and make sure you had the best day possible.

You woke up on the morning of your tenth birthday to knocking at the back door of your family’s beach house, and when your parents called you to the door he greeted you with a big, bright smile. His smile. A smile like sunshine. “Happy birthday! You hit double digits! We’re doing whatever you want all day!”

That wasn’t entirely true, you knew even as a child. You would’ve been content hanging out with him on the beach and not doing anything birthday related, but what he wanted for you was so much more than what you wanted for yourself.  

After hanging out for only a week so far, this boy already wanted the best for you.

“Please, please!” Mat tugged at his mom’s sleeve, whining and begging until he got her attention. He was stubborn but cute, and it wasn’t hard for him to get his way. His mom was talking with yours and watching Mat’s younger sister, and your mom was holding one of your younger siblings in her arms. Both his parents and yours seemed to have their attention on the younger children rather than the two of you, but that was fine because you had each other. “We wanna go to the boardwalk! It’s (Y/N)’s  birthday, we wanna do something!”

The parents exchanged glances- finally looking down to you and Mat- and it didn’t take long for them to cave. The boardwalk- with all its carnival games and snacks and beautiful view of the ocean- would be fun for all the kids, they decided.

You and Mat shouted in excitement as you walked hand in hand together, gleeful and carefree, smiling as bright as the sun and pointing at rides you wanted to go on and games you wanted to play. You had the whole day to yourselves, it seemed, even though your parents were only feet behind you, watching the two of you skip next to the ocean, hand in hand and eating ice cream, squealing when it started to melt in the sun and racing each other to finish first before it dripped all over your hands.

They knew how much you cared for each other- it was cute- and if you two were any older it could’ve been a problem, but luckily that wasn’t the case.

If only you could be that carefree and innocent for the rest of your life.

Now, at 21 years old, it was obvious Mat still cared that much for you, and set higher standards for everyone around you than you set for them yourself. He was always the one to correct people if they were wrong about something you wanted or something you ordered, and was the first to tell you when he suspected someone had less than decent intentions at a bar. He always asked if you were having fun when you were all out with friends, and he always kept a watchful eye on you. He always wanted you to be alright. He always wanted everything to be perfect for you.

You were sure he was just taking his place of being the big brother you never had, but part of your hopeless romantic mind- that you constantly shook away- hoped it meant more.

"Oh, woah, I haven't been here in a long time." You watched Mat's cute face as he glanced around, squinting his pretty hazel eyes in the sunshine from beneath his hat. The boardwalk that had been the sight of yours and Mat’s childhood summer all those years ago was a long, wooden walkway, running parallel to the beach and bordered on the other side with food vendors and touristy gift shops, and once you walked far enough, one end was filled with carnival-like games and rides that had been plenty of fun when you were children. "It hasn't changed much since we were kids, has it?"

"No, not really."

“It’s like we stepped back in time.” You watched him reach two fingers up to tuck a loose strand of dark hair into his hat, mesmerized with how gentle his touches were. He had a small, gentle smile on his face, seeming completely at peace and calm. Spending the past few days in the humidity and salty air had his hair all fluffy and just begging you to touch them and he was currently sporting some really cute, short, beachy waves that suited him so well. His skin had tanned gorgeously and you really weren’t sure how you were going to last three more days with him.

Only three more days? You could’ve sworn you just got here. Fuck, time seemed to pass so quickly whenever you were here, whenever you were with Mat. Only need to ignore him for three more days, (Y/N). you thought to yourself. Only three more days, and then you can forget about this silly crush. No use in ruining a great friendship for the sake of some summer fling.

You shook away the thoughts and decided to focus on the moment, to make every second with him count before you were back to work and Mat was back to practice and games and his other friends. “So, what do you have planned for me?”

Mat had been watching you think, wondering what it was that had you scrunching your face up so cutely like that, before he heard the words leave your lips. “Actually, it’s right here. I was searching up things we could do together here and this sounded perfect…” The smile in his voice made you nervous- there was barely a moment with him where he played it safe, and he was never one to back away from challenges, so you could only guess what he had in store. But you didn’t have much time to guess before the roller skate rental booth came into sight.

“No way, Mat.”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘P’, pulling out his wallet. “Remember the first time we met up in that coffee shop, the day after you found me? When you dared me to teach you how to skate?”

You did.

You had been sitting by the window with your drink, giddy and excited over everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. A simple hockey game with your roommate had turned into a reunification with your friend from ten years ago, who had obviously made it big places in his life since then. Despite the joy and relief you felt after finally knowing who he was and knowing he still remembered you, you were nervous about the thought of reconnecting with Mat- what if he was a dick, or tried to hit on you, or was just… different? He certainly couldn’t be the same as he was ten years ago, after all the awards and trophies and high expectations, all the fans wearing his jersey and all the merch with his name on it. That type of attention gets to your head and changes people, doesn’t it? Then Mat sat down across from you, and, at his appearance, you set your phone down and looked up at him with an adorable awestruck smile Mat could still remember to this day. “Holy shit, Mat, I googled you last night.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t want to seem creepy, but I just figured out one of my childhood best friends turned into this huge NHL star, how could I resist it?”

“Star?” He smiled from where he sat across from you, running a hand through his hair. “Damn, you really shouldn’t have. Now you probably think I’m a pretentious dick. I’m not really that big and famous.”

The way he waved his hand and pushed away any thought that he was this big, grand all star and kept his humility made you smile. “Um, I‘m sure you are. You’re like, a big name in hockey right now, aren’t you? I watched some game highlights of you. I don’t understand a lot about hockey, but I’m pretty sure other people know what they're talking about- like my roommate who brought me to the game last night- and they seemed to be really impressed with you. Apparently you’re only expected to get better, too” He only shrugged, smiling. He knew he was good, sure, but to hear you compliment him like this was making him so unbelievably happy. You were proud of him, and that made a certain nostalgic part of his heart glow.

“Well, I told back then I was gonna make it, didn’t I? Guess I was right.“

“Yeah, you were.” You took a moment to let it sink in that you were here with Mat again, after all these years. And in that moment, it felt like you were ten again, sitting across from Mat and sharing secrets at the picnic table on the beach while your families chatted and made lunch. Time passed by much too quickly, you decided, and you wanted to make every second with him count. “I don’t know how much this means to you- since we barely know each other and all- but I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah? Good.”

“I don’t understand how you can just… well, first of all, skate so damn well and then also do all that fancy stuff with the puck at the same time. The only time I tried to skate, it was bad. Like, really ugly.”

“Oh yeah?” A laugh bubbled from his lips, one that would have your knees shaking had you not been sitting down. “Guess I’ll have to teach you sometime, how about that?” Mat had a flirtatious tone in his voice that made your cheeks warm, very obviously asking you out again, but back then you had either ignored or been oblivious to it, thinking it was only a friendly suggestion.

“I dare you.”

“Ooh, okay, bet. Challenge accepted.”

“Yeah? Good luck, I’m pretty unteachable when it comes to that.”

“I promise, once I’m done with you, you’ll be a star.” He laughed, a playful gleam in his eyes as he added a final sentence. “Just like me.”

“Shit, I did dare you to give me skating lessons, didn’t I?”

“Well, since I can’t exactly teach you to ice skate out here, might as well try this, right? Rollerblades are the closest thing.” He turned to the man behind the counter and handed him the money for the rentals before coming back and handing you your pair.

“So of all the things we could do on my birthday, you decided to put me through misery?”

He laughed at your joking dramatics. “Yeah, absolutely. Tough love, right?”

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be learning to skate with an NHL star, you would have laughed in their face. You? Skating? That just wasn’t something that happened. But you weren’t gonna lie, ever since the moment Mat promised to teach you, you’d been fantasizing about this moment. Mat’s big hands on your waist, your hips, in your hands, pushing and pulling you along and steadying you so you wouldn’t fall. You, tripping and falling into his chest and laughing with him as he held you up. Making soft eye contact as you leaned up and smiled into a kiss against his lips-

“(Y/N).” You snapped out of your thoughts to look at Mat. Obviously, his legs were accustomed to skating after years and years of playing hockey, and he was already rollerblading in circles in front of you, absolutely amazing at it and completely in his comfort zone. Shit, his legs were so strong and thick and hot… “You can’t exactly learn to skate while sitting there, ya know.”

You caught the glint of amusement in Mat’s hazel eyes and rose to your feet, wobbly and off-balance and already almost falling. “Well then help me out a bit. Not everyone’s a star like you.”

“Not yet.”

His hands fell heavily onto your hips, so big and strong that it seemed as if he could break you with only a touch, and he steadied you against him- body to hard body- until you stopped shaking and were balanced evenly on the ground. Then, his hands slid off of you and he backed away, taking your hands in his. You felt so small, so delicate and fragile compared to him, and the way his hands could easily encase yours made you feel so safe, and you once again found yourself trusting him to do absolutely anything.

“Okay, come on. Just like you’re walking, but…” His words glided over you like honey, thick and smooth in the warm air, and you could barely focus on what he was saying, too caught up in the way it felt to hold his hand and the way he looked down at you and had you weak in the knees. Your mind floated back to your dream last night, still vivid and so, so realistic in your head. The way he touched you, caressed you, the way his thick fingers dug into your hips to tug you closer to him, the way he held your hand and locked eyes with you… “You’re doing good so far.”  

“Yeah, until you let go of me.”

“Well, then I guess I just won’t.”

And he didn’t.

The two of you skated and laughed in the sunshine for what felt like forever, and you decided quickly that if you ever needed to go to a happy place in your mind, it would be right here, right now, rollerblading face to face with Mat, his hands holding you steady, his eyes on you as he skated backwards. “You’re doing great, damn, you’re not that hard to teach, actually.” He kept complimenting you, only adding to the red in your cheeks. How dare he go around looking so cute and complimenting you so nicely? He certainly wasn’t helping your growing feelings. Can’t he have just one flaw? Just one deal breaker so this stupid crush could be over with?

Without warning, Mat let go of your hands, leaving you to panic and stumble. “Mat, what the hell!” You grabbed for his arm frantically as you started to lose your balance.

“Just wanted to see how you’d fare on your own. C’mon, I know you can do it without my help.” He left his spot in front of you and came to your side, smiling down at you and delicately peeling your arms off of him.

“No, no at least hold my hand, Mat.”

“Alright. But I'm not pulling you anymore. You’re better than you think.” He wrapped one hand around yours, your forearms resting against each other in a gentle embrace and his face warmed up at the simple contact. Fuck, he would gladly hold your hand forever if he could. If that’s what you wanted. Maybe all this had all just subconsciously been an elaborate plan to allow him to hold your hand. “There you go. See, you’re great!”

“Define great.”

He laughed, and the two of you continued your little trip down the boardwalk. It wasn’t long before you hit the carnival area, where there were rides and games and food stands and prizes to win, and you were quickly reminded how childish Mat could be, as you watched his eyes dart around in glee, pointing out all the different things you could do. “Oooh, you want me to win you a big ass teddy bear?”

“No, Mat.”

“What about a fish?”

“No, Mat, I’m fine! Having you here is enough of a present.”

Mat’s heart almost burst at your little compliment, and he smiled for a moment, his face turning pink. His hand squeezed around yours in acknowledgment, a tiny thank you, an ‘I feel the same way’. ”Why don’t you make it over to that bench without my help and then we’ll rest for a little, alright?” Mat had to physically restrain himself from adding “baby” to the end of his sentence. No, he couldn’t call you that. Not out loud. Not yet.

“Alright, I’ll try.”

Yeah, you were actually pretty good at rollerblading now. Well, not pretty good, but you were good enough to do it by yourself. You just really, really wanted to hold Mat’s hand. “Whew! You’re actually not as bad a student as you told me.” Mat laughed and pulled you into a celebratory hug with a little cheer when you made it to the bench.

“Well, you’re a pretty good teacher, Maty.”

“How about we finish this lesson later? Let’s get you some ice cream as a reward for going through that for my amusement? For old time’s sake?”

“Yeah, I absolutely deserve ice cream. You think you still remember my favorite flavor?.” Mat’s face lit up at the suggestion of a challenge- though you’d been half joking. He was never one to shy away from dares.  

“Ooh, okay, bet. Stay here. I’ll get them for us.” Before you could even open your mouth and insist you pay for your share, he was holding up a hand to shut you up. “Yes, I’m paying for you. It’s your birthday, let me treat you.”

“Alright, fine, fine.” You held up your hands in mock surrender. “And don’t worry. I’ll eat whatever flavor you get me, even if it’s wrong.”

“It won’t be wrong. Trust me.”

And oh, you trusted him.

So you sat and stared after him, caught in a trance as he rolled so gracefully to where the line was and watching from a distance at the way his lips moved when he talked- wondering how they would feel against your own, if it would feel the same as it did in your dream- the way they curled up at the ends in a polite little smile when he was handed the two cones. When he finally came back over to you, asking “Did I get it right, (Y/N)?” and watching your reaction, something else caught your eyes: the familiar pink hue of his ice cream.

“Oh my god, Mat!” His face twisted momentarily into a worried expression, but lightened up into a smile when he heard the laughter bubbling onto your lips. “I can’t believe you still get bubblegum ice cream!”

He let out his own laugh, sitting down next to you and handing you your cone. "Hey! Don't diss it 'till you try it!"

"No, I did try it! I tried it because of you, remember?” A vivid memory popped into Mat’s head of the two of you, sitting very close to this exact spot and licking the ice cream off of your hands as it melted in the sun. You had begged him to try it, intrigued by the colorful look and the fact that you’d never heard of this flavor before, and he happily swapped cones with you until your parents realized and scolded the two of you about germs. “I’m just pretty sure you're the only grown man I know who would admit to liking that flavor.”

“Yeah? Well, they just don’t know how fucking delicious it is.”

You smiled at the ground, at how unbelievable it was that you still remembered all these small, seemingly insignificant details about him after so many years. From the first picture you saw of him when you recognized the gleam of his hazel eyes, the way his lips moved when he smiled, to this very moment that had you looking back at the first days of your friendship, you realized you still remembered things about him that you couldn’t even remember about your closest friends. His favorite flavor of ice cream, every little nervous tick, the way he constantly fidgeted his hands and scratched his face, every little quirk of his. “It’s actually been a while since I had that, you know.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I have to remind you what it tastes like.”

“Maybe you do.”

“Only if you let me try yours again.”

So Mat extended his arm for you and you extended yours, and the way you locked eyes with a mischievous smile before licking each other’s ice cream cones felt way, way too intimate for what was just a simple cute gesture that you’d done as kids.

Some things never change, but your feelings sure do.

The walk back home was fun- as everything was when Mat was there- fun and nostalgic. Your conversation focused mainly on the summer you met, how much fun you had, and how much you changed. You’d never been one to celebrate your birthday, not with a party anyway, but obviously, Mat wanted more for you than you wanted for yourself, so the second you stepped back into the house, smiling and laughing, mid-conversation with Mat, you were startled.

��Surprise!”

“Holy shit.”

The house had been decorated- it was simple, but still memorable- with generic birthday decorations and balloons, much like the party you’d had at ten years old, when the only person you could celebrate with was Mat. Your family was standing around the table, where there were chips, ice cream, cake and- of course- alcohol. You glanced over at Mat, who had that classic, cheeky grin across his face. Of course he would.

“Happy twenty-first!”

“Come on, birthday girl!” Your dad lit the candles on the cake. “Come make a wish.”

And wish you did. You closed your eyes and let out a breath and you wished for Mat’s hands in yours, Mat’s lips on yours, Mat’s body against yours, Mat’s heart loving yours. You wished for Mat.

“Alright, are you guys gonna let me drink today or what?”

Your family laughed as they dug into the cake and motioned to the alcoholic drinks set out on the table and you picked up a random bottle- some sort of flavored vodka?- but Mat came up from where he had been lingering behind you and took the drink out of your hands. “Let me mix something up for you that’s actually tasty, alright? You want your first time to be a good one, right?”

You tried to ignore the shiver that crept up your spine at his words, and having him so close behind you. “Ooh, you know how to mix drinks? A man of many talents.”

“Well, I know a few.” He gathered up some ingredient that you were sure he sent your parents to get while the two of you were gone. “I can make you something that tastes good, but if you drink enough it will have you fucked up beyond recognition by tonight. If you’re okay with that, anyway.”

You laughed. You were never the type to get fucked up drunk, but Mat made you brave, he made you adventurous, so why not? Anyway, you had spent the entire day lingering on the memories of your dream last night and blushing at whatever he did, so you needed to forget about this stupid crush and loosen up around him again. “Alrighty, Barzal. Fuck me up."

“I promise.”

Mat felt so nervous about getting you drunk tonight. Sure, it’s your twenty-first birthday and you were asking him to and he couldn’t wait to see what you were like drunk, but he also knew part of him was going to feel so guilty the next morning when you were hungover, and he didn’t want anything to happen to you. So he promised himself he was going to stay sober and keep an eye on you at all times tonight and make sure you’re alright. What kind of a friend would he be otherwise?

As Mat got to work mixing up a drink for you and shooed you out of the kitchen with a piece of birthday cake, you sat down on the back porch with your mom, looking out to the ocean and eating your cake in silence as she flipped through a book.

“That Mathew is quite the boy.”

“He is.”

“He’s always been this sweet to you, hasn’t he? Since you were nine.”

“Yeah. He’s pretty great.”

“You like him?” You glanced over to where your mom was smirking at you from her chair and heaved out a frustrated groan.

“Mom, I can be friends with a guy without being in love with them, you know.” And yeah, you could have male friends without being in love with them, but… Mat was an exception to that. He was the one male friend that you had less than platonic feelings for. Not that you’d admit it to her.

“Alright, alright.” She held up her hands in mock surrender and laughed. “But I’m just saying-”

“Mom, don’t-”

“-He’s much nicer to you than any of your past boyfriends were.” You went silent then, and you knew your mom had won the conversation. Yeah, Mat was better to you than any of your exes. Whether that was saying something about how bad your exes were of how good Mat is, you couldn’t be sure. No, your exes hadn’t been that bad. “I wonder if Mat would like to see these photos.”

“What photos?” You glanced over to what she was looking at and finally noticed the photo album from 2008. “Woah, look at us!”

There on the page in front of you were four of the many pictures of you and Mat as children. Obviously you had been the closest of friends, as there were hardly any pictures of either of you alone that summer. If you were there, Mat was there, and if Mat was there, you were there. That’s how it had gone that week. How your parents had ever managed to separate the two of you at the end of the week to drive home was beyond you. Your eyes lingered for a moment longer and the picture of the two of you standing in front of the sandcastle you’d built on the first day you met. Mat’s arm was over your shoulder, and yours over his, and he was smiling that same smile he had today, the one that was impossible to not smile back to. You felt as if you had been sucked back in time, and didn’t realize you were staring at the picture until you heard the door open and close.

“I got your drink.”

“Mat, you gotta look at these with me!” Your mom got up to leave the two of you alone, and you didn’t miss the smirk on her face before she disappeared into the house.

“No way, that’s us?” Mat sat down next to you, way, way too close for friends, practically pressing against your side. “We’re so young.”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. We were really close, huh?” And you were really close right now, too, sitting with your arms and thighs touching, half of his chest against your back. You scooted to the side a bit to make more room for him, but he stayed where he was, leaning over your shoulder to look at the pictures. “We’re still pretty close, aren’t we? I mean, in the last year or so we’ve really reconnected. I’d say you’re one of my best friends now.”

Best friends, best friends, best friends. That’s all you were, and that’s all you would stay. But that was alright with you, as long as you could still see him every day. “Aww, Mat. You’re not allowed to make me emotional on my birthday!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He smiled and had your heart fluttering in your chest. “Hey, hey, try your drink.” He handed you the glass and watched with a smile as you tasted it. “Is it good?”

“Yeah, it is actually. Is there even any alcohol in this? I can barely taste it.”

“Oh, yeah. After this, you’ll definitely be getting tipsy, trust me.”

“Great, thank you so much, Maty. But can we go on a walk when that happens? I don’t need my family to have blackmail of me.”

He laughed again, tossing a big arm over your shoulders and looking back to the pictures. “Anything for you.”

A few hours later, after the obligatory singing of the “Happy Birthday'' song and after you had eaten your pizza delivery for dinner, when you were sipping slowly on your second drink and were beginning to feel it, you and Mat walked down to the beach together, comfortable in the peaceful quietness that settled between you. Something you loved about Mat from the first day you met him was how there was never an awkward moment with him. No matter who you were, he always made you feel welcome and accepted and smiled and urged you on gently even as you stumbled over your words, his attention never leaving you. He always made you feel like you were the only person in the world, and you were grateful.

“Today was fun.”

“Party doesn’t start until you can’t walk straight, right?” Mat laughed, but deep inside he wasn’t sure he was ready to see you drunk. Before he could question why you wanted to get drunk so bad, or if there was something you wanted to get your mind off of, a small round object fell in front of his field of vision and a dog jumped up at him. “Oh, holy shit!”

“It’s not over yet. You haven’t even finished your second drink.”

“You’re right.” You giggled a little bit. “I can still walk in a straight line, so I’m not drunk enough.”

He heard you laugh next to him and his heart calmed down. “Don’t like dogs, Barzal?”

“I don’t…. dislike dogs.” He leaned down to pet it almost politely, like the way you would smile at a stranger when making eye contact with them on the street. “It just came up out of nowhere. Spooked me.”

“Yeah, alright. Spooked you.” You had no idea how this dog could look threatening to anybody- it was a small dog, but not a small dog like a chihuahua or anything, it was a golden retriever puppy and it was all fluffy and smiling it’s little puppy smile with big dark eyes. It was so cute. You knelt down to pet the dog and coo to it in a baby voice, and Mat’s heart almost melted at the sight.

“Hey, sorry!” The two of you looked up to see a young man- around your age- rushing down from a group of people hanging out on the beach. He leaned down to pick up the puppy, and Mat leaned down to grab the ball that had landed in front of the two of you.

“That’s fine! What’s your dog’s name?”

“Ah, this is Pippy! She’s about three months old!”

“Aww, she’s so cute!”

Mat hated the pang of jealousy he felt. He didn’t want to feel this way over a fucking dog, but he wished you looked at him the same way you were looking at that puppy right now. As Mat handed the ball back to him, he couldn’t help but glance up the beach and recognize what they had been playing. “Spikeball?”

“Yeah.” Before he turned around to head back up to his friends, he hesitated. “Actually, do you guys want to join in? My teammate’s getting tired of playing, so I could use another guy.”

“Yeah? What d’you think?” Mat glanced down at you as if asking permission. It was your birthday, after all.

“Well, I’m not any good at it.”

“Oh don’t worry.” The guy assured you. “None of us are.”

“Alright, sure. You have alcohol up there?”

“Oh yeah, Definitely.”

Before your worries could make you hesitate to join this group of strangers, you and Mat were exchanging names with your new, temporary friends. Normally, you couldn’t just immerse yourself within a group out of nowhere, so it was amazing how simple it was to make friends when the alcohol was making you braver. It was loud and hot and exciting when you played on Mat’s team, every now and then bumping into each other and laughing, cheeks burning and hearts heavy at the contact. The sun went down and darkness rolled in, and you had taken a break from playing and sat back on the sand with three other girls around the fire, sipping on a new drink- your last of the night, as you were definitely out of it now- and watching the boys.

“Nothing like watching the boys play, huh?” One of the girls spoke up from beside you, nudging your side. “Where’d you get a guy like that?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, girl!” Another spoke up, laughing a bit. “If you don’t mind me saying- Mat is so. Freaking. Hot. Like, hot damn. You’re so lucky.”

Oh. Oh, they thought Mat was your boyfriend. Your face heated up- no, scratch that. It was already flushed because of all the alcohol, and you looked up to where Mat was, shirtless and golden in the light of the fire, a radiant smile on his face as he competed with the other guys. You watched as his body stretched up in a little jump to hit the ball over to his partner, and took the moment to admire the way his muscles moved, trying to imagine how he would feel on you- on your body, your waist, your mouth, your core--

When you first started drinking tonight, it was in a desperate last attempt to get Mat off of your mind. To get yourself to loosen up a bit around him and not feel so flustered and shy whenever he was near. Maybe you thought it would make you forget him, but you were certainly wrong, because all the feelings you had before had only been heightened a hundred times since you started drinking, and now Mat was the only thing on your mind. This only thing you could focus on properly. In fact, the alcohol had opened the floodgates of lewd ideas and images of you and Mat that you had previously tried to keep locked away in a far part of your brain. This was your friend, you didn’t want to be thinking these things. But fuck it was so hard not to when he looked like that and acted like that and treated you like that.

“Yeah, he’s fucking hot alright.”

“I bet he’s packin’ too, right?”

You didn’t say yes or no to that, but the way your face split into a wide grin at the thought of what was beneath those shorts was enough to convince the girls you knew and had them whooping and cheering with laughter. In your drunken state, maybe you didn't realize you probably shouldn't be talking about your best friend's dick- which you hadn't even fully seen- but you really didn't care. "Yeah, the best dick out there."

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to dark, hot places. You’d definitely seen Mat in his underwear one or two times during your friendship, and had totally seen a dick print or outline here or there. So from what you could see of him… he must feel fucking good. His big hands gripping you, his fingers, his lips… his soft hair falling down against your stomach, his thighs. Everything about him made you hot and bothered. So you sat there, your cheeks hot and your body throbbing at just the mere idea of what he could do to you. The dream from last night popped into your head, the way, he held you so good, so tight, the way his fingers dug into your hips and pulled you in, the way he filled you up so good and had you crying out for more. It may have only been a dream, but fuck, it felt so real.

It was at this moment that Mat looked over from where he was standing to check up on you and saw you drunkenly smiling up at him from across the fire, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the state you were in. He turned back to the guys and motioned back to you. “Right, I think we should get going now.”

“Alright, it was fun!” And then, catching a glimpse of you stumbling to your feet behind Mat, they laughed. “Take care of your girlfriend, looks like she has a few too many tonight.”

Mat’s heart fluttered in his chest. ‘Your girlfriend. Your girlfriend. Your girlfriend.’ He could listen to people calling you his girlfriend forever. It suited you so well- he suited you so well. He would have sat and watched you and let his mind wander, but it was getting late, and he’d promised to have you home before midnight., so his only job right now was to keep you safe. So he was over by your side in seconds, not hesitating to secure an arm around your waist to steady you.

“C’mon, (Y/N).”

“Be safe you guys!”

Mat smiled as the two of you left your little group and headed back up the beach towards home. Wow, they thought you were dating. The two of you passed as boyfriend and girlfriend to strangers, and he didn’t even bother to correct them. Oh, god. He was so fucking ruined for you.

“You look good tonight, Mat.”

You wrapped your arms around his middle and stumbled into him, pressing your face into his side. Usually, Mat loved affection from you, but now, it felt wrong. He wanted you to hug him, he wanted you to be affectionate with him, but he wanted it when you were sober. He wanted you to be aware of what you were doing, and he didn’t want you to regret it the next morning. “Yeah? Thanks. You look nice too, even if you’re a little plastered.”

“Thanks, Matyyyyy.” Mat couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you were while drunk. “You always look nice, though. No matter what you’re wearing. Maybe you don’t even need to wear clothes. You’re always hot.” Hot. You thought he was hot. Yeah, Mat might have already known he was pretty good looking, but to hear you call him hot meant a lot to him. But… he just wished you weren’t drunk right now. He wished you were choosing to call him hot. Mat was silent for a little while, contemplating your words and trying to figure out what to reply with, when you stumbled and tripped through the sand, obviously too fucked to even walk straight by now, and Mat held you tighter to steady you again.

“God, your parents are gonna be pissed with me for getting you so wasted.”

“Ehh, fuck what they think! I just wanna have fun with youuu.” He smiled at your words and laughed as you hiccuped a little bit. "I had a dream about you last night. It was reaaaaally interesting."

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The alcohol was messing with your senses, and it took only a moment for you to make the decision- the wrong decision- to open up about your dream. “It was hot. You were naked; we were naked. And we were goin’ at it, ya know? We were really goin’ at it.” Mat’s heart stopped, his breath hitched in his throat, and heat flooded through his body. You definitely didn’t mean to tell him that. You’d definitely regret that in the morning. He was definitely going to think of that tonight. “Oh no! You look worried! Don’t worry, you were really good!! Like, really good!”

“Okay, okay. Why don’t you wait till tomorrow to tell me?” He hushed you. As much as he wanted to know how that dream panned out, he also wanted to help you keep some of your dignity.

“I’m gonna forget tomorrow thooouuugh.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and Mat took the moments to try and steady his heart. “You know, Maty, there’s still one birthday gift I haven’t gotten from you.”

“What’s that?”

Before he could do anything else, you were stopping him in his tracks and reaching up to ball your fist into the collar of the unbuttoned shirt he had thrown on, pulling him down to you. He- like a fool- followed you easily, thinking you were trying to whisper something in his ear, but realized much too late that that wasn’t what you were trying to do. Much to Mat’s horror, you pressed your mouth against his- and, even worse, it felt so nice, so perfect. He had waited for months for this exact moment, and though your lips were soft and sweet against his and even more than he could have ever dreamed of, they still tasted like the drinks he had made for you, and your movements were messy and drunken.

Oh fuck, this was what he wanted, and he wanted it so, so bad, so it took everything he had in him to pull his focus away from the way your mouth felt against his, and way your fingers were gripping his hair, and push you back. He took the moment to hold you at arm's length, his hands on your wrists, and his eyebrows creased in thought as he took in the sight of your breathless little smile and glazed over eyes. You looked so happy to have kissed him, but he knew it was only the alcohol.

“Alright, let’s get you home.”

And with that, everything was back to normal as you walked together back to the house with his arm still comfortably around your shoulders. Normal. Could you ever really go back to being normal after this? You had kissed him. Mat had just been kissed by one of his best friends, and he loved it. Fuck, the two of you lasted four days together here without ruining your friendship, but now what? Where could you go from here? Was this the end of a friendship, or the beginning of something even better? Would you even remember this in the morning, or would it be something that Mat had to carry for the rest of your friendship? Had he made it awkward now? Would your family find out? Had he just ruined the vacation?

Mat couldn't stop the thoughts from racing through his mind on the walk back to the house, but there was one constant question that just wouldn't leave:

Why the fuck couldn’t you have just kissed him when you were sober?

[420themanbehindtheslaughter69]

Found Diary...

This is 100% based on a TikTok I legit just saw by yoongi.xd so full credit to them for the idea :)

R/F/N = Random Female Name R/M/N = Random Male Name

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), lemon(not really)

Au: Non-Idol au, High School au, Gender neutral! Reader, it's 2019, Yoongi is 17

Song: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Word Count

Warnings: swearing,

Pov: alternating

POV - Y/n's First Person

High school... I hate it. I've always hated it. I feared going into high school since I was little. The only reason why I had any bit of motivation is that I got to see my best friend Yoongi.

Min Yoongi. The introvert who can do literally anything. It's crazy. I don't know how we ended up becoming friends, but we did. He's always been a tough cookie and had a hard exterior. Though it didn't take long for me to break into it.

It apparently took less amount of time for this bitch named R/f/n. They met about two months ago, and they're already sucking faces.

Which is what's happening right now.

"Can you guys like not to do that while I'm trying to eat?" I look at Yoongi and R/f/n and they pull away.

"No." R/f/n scoffs trying to pull Yoongi back in for a... I can't even call it a kiss. "No, R/f/n, it's okay. We can continue later, Okay?" R/f/n pouts and nods her head, making me fake a gag.

"Okay, Yoongi-Baby. I should probably get going then. I love you." She stands up giving him another kiss. "I love you too, R/f/n." They wave to each other and she exits the cafeteria.

"Fucking finally. I thought that you'd be stuck there forever." My comment makes Yoongi chuckle. "Yeah, she's really touchy. It's okay though. I like her a lot." He looks down with a shy smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know you like her a lot. And I'm so happy that you've finally found someone that makes you happy." He looks up at me and I smile at him. "What do you mean? You make me happy? You're my friend." The legendary words that make any fool break.

Being friends with him is great and all but I think I would prefer to be more. "You know what I mean, Yoongi. We're friends, not lovers. She makes you happy in a romantic way." I stick my spoon in the pudding of my school lunch and stir it around before deciding that there is no way in Hell am I going to eat it.

"Thank god you're not about to eat that. I probably would've thrown up if you did." Yoongi says chuckling before drinking the chocolate milk in a cardboard box. "It's chunky." He continues after setting the milk down.

I look at the pudding and pull a face of disgust. "Yeah, it's very chunky." I throw the spoon on the tray and look over at the clock on the wall. "We have 10 minutes to get to class... Do you wanna start heading there now?" Yoongi nods and we both stand up and throw our shit away.

As we exit the Cafeteria, this stupid fucking bitch, R/m/n, throws a basketball at me. I hate guys. "Yo Yoongi! You gonna play later? Also sorry..." He stops for a moment and looks at me. "You." He then looks back at Yoongi.

"Nah, I promised Y/n that I'd help them with their homework." R/m/n nods and walks away. I completely forgot that I had asked him to help me.

"Thank fucking god it's Friday. I literally don't wanna have to deal with these fuckers for much longer." Yoongi says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

~ After School~

"Do you really need help? It seems as if you just wanted to hang out?" Yoongi drops the notebook onto his bed and looking at me. Obviously, I lied. I look away in shame, and he chuckles. "If you wanted to hang out, you could've just asked. We're friends after all."

"But it seems as if we've been so distant." He lets out a long sigh and he rubs his eyes.

"Is this about R/f/n?" Yoongi raises his voice a little bit, making me jump.

"No, it isn't about R/f/n. I mean it kind of is bu-" Yoongi lets out a long irritated sigh.

"Why do you hate her so much? What the fuck did she do to you?" He yells at me.

"I never said I hated her!" Even though I do despise her, I would never admit that, especially to Yoongi. "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you getting so mad at me?" Suddenly, I'm angry. All I wanted was to hang out with Yoongi outside of school after what seems like the first time in months, and he's getting angry with me for no reason? Oh hell no.

"Recently all you've been doing is complaining about the fact that we're never with each other, but you're forgetting that we literally go to the same school and that we have most of the same classes! It's so fucking annoying!" I'm furious now. I stand up and start packing up my stuff with tears in my eyes.

I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm angry. I run out of his room and get my shoes on at his door. "Y/n... I didn't mean to-" He calmly states as he stands at the top of the stairs.

"No. Fuck you Min Yoongi." I finally walk out of his house wanting nothing more than to lay in my bed. I want nothing more than to be at home, in my own room, with my headphones in, curled up under my blankets. I stomp down the street speedily, I turn around and see Yoongi standing outside his house.

"Yeah... fuck you Min Yoongi," I mutter looking forward again.

~

Lunchtime... It used to be my favourite subject in school because that's when I got to see Yoongi. It's been about a week since our fight. It was such a silly fight as well. I also haven't felt like eating out in public, so I haven't been buying any lunch.

Yoongi seems happy. He's been with the basketball players, their girlfriends, and R/f/n. He's acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn't freak out at me. I only have two other friends other than him, and one of them, Tara, doesn't have the same lunch as me.

"Hello~ Earth to Y/n!" Tommy says, waving his hand in front of my face. Tommy and Tara are twins, and they both happen to my two other friends. Convenient, I know. "You've been staring at Yoongi for the past ten minutes." Tommy continues before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

A sandwich that includes turkey, bologna, provolone cheese, mayo, and tofurkey. For some reason, he likes the smokey flavour of the fake meat mixed with the real meat. "Yeah, I'm aware I've been staring at him." I roll my eyes, playfully making Tommy laugh.

Tommy. Twin brother of Tara. Both are seventeen and from America. He has messy brown hair and greenish-brown eyes that look green in the right lighting, and in another lighting, looks brown. Cheap warm-tones cafeteria lighting makes his eyes the in-between colour of hazel. He has pale skin with natural red cheeks, along with freckles across his nose. He's not unattractive but he's definitely not on most people's level of beauty.

"How are you after the fight?" He says nonchalantly, peeling the crust off of part of the sandwich he's about to bite into.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it a fight. More of a 'he flipped and I didn't wanna deal with it' situation." I pick at my nails anxiously. I don't wanna talk about this. Tara knows that, but I guess she didn't tell Tommy.

"Yeah... Right." He says squinting his eyes at me to show he doesn't fully believe me. "Anyway, you wanna hang out after school? My biological dad sent a new video game if you wanna try it with me." I look at him with wide eyes, making him chuckle a little.

"Fuck yeah! What time?" He stops and thinks for a moment.

"Four-Thirty? I have theatre club after school."

I also have stuff after school to do. Not like a club, I mean I guess you can call it that, but I just go and chill out in the Library, reading a book with a group of other students. It's not a club where you have to sign up to be in, but more of a free-range. It's fun and relaxing, especially since I don't have to talk to anyone there unless the leader really wants us to, which she's an introvert and doesn't want to.

~

Alas, the school day is over. It's two-fifteen, the bell has rung indicating that we can now leave, but I head over to the library. Oh, I'm the first one here. I take a deep breath as I sit in the comfortable cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the Library. This area is very isolated, which is why we sit over here. It's quiet and away from other students who are wanting to come in here and study or something.

Though it's isolated, in the seat I am in, I have the perfect view of the door, which is open from Seven-thirty to two-fifteen, and then after, the Librarian, Mr Kim, who isn't too much older than us, closes the door but it remains unlocked.

It's now two-thirty, most of the kids that usually show up are here reading their books, there are a few new students who just wanted an escape, and-

"Ayo Yoongi pass the ball!" I look over at the door and see a dude, I recognize as R/m/n catching the brownish-red ball from a shorter boy with dark hair, I can obviously notice is Yoongi, especially since R/m/n called his name. I whine slightly as I slump into my chair. I hear the girls who are misogynistic for their boyfriend's validation giggle as they watch the guys.

Please God... don't let them see me.

Luckily they didn't, and I continue reading until I finish the book. Then I packed up my stuff and decided that it was better off that I leave early.

POV- Yoongi's First Person

"Hey, Yoongi~" R/f/b comes strutting over with her friends with a notebook in her hand. That looks like Y/n's notebook... she never let anyone touch it.

"I found Y/n's diary." She smiles mischievously.

"Let's read it!" R/m/n says, and the others agree. "But Yoongi should be the one to read it." R/f/n rolls her eyes before handing it to me.

I don't really wanna have to do this...

"Dear Diary, I will be writing all of my important accomplishments or just important things in general here. So starting with today, we have a new kid. He's really cute, I'm afraid to talk to him though."

"Boring! Skip forward!" One of R/f/n friends say. I nod and skip a few pages. October tenth two-thousand thirteen... that's when Y/n and I met.

"Today is October 10, 2013. Oh, dear Diary, I met a boy. He made my dull heart light up with joy. He's shy and kind of mean, but I think I can become his friend. I'm gonna keep trying."  Oh god... I continue reading every few pages until the most recent...

"Dear Diary... we fell apart. He yelled at me and called me annoying. I had lied to him, saying I needed help with homework, when in reality, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with him outside of school, with no interruptions from his basketball friends who always push me around when he's not there, with no interruptions from his snobby girlfriend to told me to go kill myself and to stay away from him. Just him and I. But when he noticed that I didn't actually need help, he flipped. I don't know what I did wrong... maybe it was because I kept it a secret that his friends are so shitty. At least I still have Tommy and Tara. They're the only ones I need. Oh, who am I kidding? I miss him so much. I love him." My heart stops as I continue reading. I look up at the people around me who just stare at me awkwardly and apologetically.

"Did you guys really do that to them?" I take them not answering as a yes. I look down at my watch to see it only just hit four o'clock. I have to go see y/n...

I put their diary in my bag and swing it over my shoulder before running out of the library. Everything seems to have turned in slow motion. My heart is pounding My friends are yelling after me, but all I want is to see y/n. I want to see their beautiful smile again. They like me... They like me. I was so blind to notice, but now I think about it, it was so obvious. I smile while running as I think about all the moments I have had with Y/n.

I finally arrived at Y/n's house, I'm out of breath and my legs sting. I walk up to the front door...

POV- Y/n's First Person

It's currently Four twenty-five, so I should probably start heading out to Tommy and Tara's house. Just as I open the door, I am greeted by someone I really don't wanna see. Yoongi.

"Y/n..." He lets out a long sigh and a small smile. "I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I don't even know why I freaked out as I did." I just stand there. I don't know what to say to him. I miss him... I miss being with him. I open my mouth to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't say anything. Yoongi steps closer. My heart pounds out of my chest. His hand makes contact with my hip hand and...

The world around us has stopped. Nothing else is important. Min Yoongi is standing in my doorway kissing me. His single hand on my waist, slides around to my back, pulling me closer. We can't...

I push him away. "Yoongi..." I whisper. I didn't mean for it to come out so quietly, but with how nervous I am I can't help it. I want to kiss him. I've always wanted to... but now that it's actually happening-

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry... please I need you back in my life... I never realized your feelings for me until just recently, and because I finally realized, that made me rethink everything. I never truly liked R/f/n... I never felt the way I do when I'm with you. You make me happy." He pants, pulling me toward my living room couch. I comply and sit next to him.

"Yoongi... I really like you. I always have. But you never liked me, why has that suddenly changed?" I want to cry. I feel so overwhelmed by everything. He shrugs before placing his hand on my cheek.

"Can I kiss you again... please?" I don't even care anymore. I nod and he pulls me towards him. His soft upturned lips make contact with mine. I move his silky hands from my cheek to my waist, and I hold onto his face. Yoongi's tongue tries to enter my mouth, but I allow it. I suck on his tongue as his lips are still pressed to mine.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

We pull away quickly. He laughs at the string of spit connecting us before I stand up and go over to the door.

"Hey, Tommy."

"It's five o'clock... is everything okay?" I look at my phone and my eyes widen. Has it really been thirty minutes since Yoongi got here?

"Yeah everything's fine, I'll be over in a minute though, okay? I might need to even wait until my mom gets home so she can drive me over since it's getting dark." Tommy nods and smiles. He waves and walks away, so I quickly shut the door and walk back over to Yoongi. "My room, now," I say softly and we both run up the stairs and into my room.

It's been a while since he's been in my room. I never told her, but my mom knew I liked Yoongi and as much as she trusted him, she felt afraid that he would do something.

Yoongi tackles me onto my bed after locking my door. His hands are on either side of my head. He dips down and starts leaving small kisses up my neck to my mouth, once he reaches my mouth he just barely touches it. "Yoongi... please..." I whine and he chuckles. I tangle my fingers in his hair.

Oh god, his beautiful dark hair. People wouldn't consider his hair curly, but it has some natural texture to it. So silky and soft. So healthy... every damn thing about Yoongi is perfect. His soft lips trail from my mouth to the soft dimple on my cheek, down my neck. He lingers at my neck for a little while, allowing me to feel how perfect even his lips are. So good at kissing, I guess that watching him and R/f/n make out had to lead me to think otherwise... R/f/n.

"Wait... Yoongi." He pulls away with a hum and looks at me. His dark lust-filled eyes have now turned into precious puppy dog eyes. They're glossed over and widened, as his lips are in a pout. "What about R/f/n?" He chuckles, making me embarrassed for asking.

"I'm done with her. Don't think about her, or Tommy, or R/m/n, or Tara, or Mr. Kim, or Ms. Jung. Think about us." I nod and he leans down to kiss me again, but before he can, someone knocks on my door.

"Y/n, I'm home." My mom says on the other side of the door.

"Okay, hi mom!" I call out, Yoongi flops softly onto the space next to me and wraps his arms around me.

~

"Tommy give me my phone!" I yell as Tommy and I run around my living room. Yoongi and Tara laugh at us, and I finally grabbed my phone from him and stuff it in my pants.

"Do you really think that'll stop me?" He says reaching towards me, but stops when Yoongi lets out a cough. "Sorry, Yoongi. Didn't mean that in a creepy way." He awkwardly apologizes and we sit down on the couch. I drape the blanket over Yoongi and I, as Tommy and Tara fight over who gets to hold the popcorn.

"I thought this was gonna be a calm movie night," Yoongi whispers in my ear with a smile. I let out a soft laugh and look over at the two twins.

"At least Tara isn't threatening to shove her fist up his ass again." Just as I say that, Tara then yells she was gonna shove her fist up Tommy's ass.

"I don't want anything else than to be here with you guys," Yoongi whispers again, placing a kiss on my nose. "I love you."

"I love you more."

[martialstories]

Tape to tape - chap. 1

Coops - High School AU

All credits for the world & the characters for @lumosinlove. (I’d also like to thank the list of 100 most popular baby names in Canada in 2019 and Most Common Last Names In Canada for helping me figure out names for side characters.)

I did some more research and found out that hich school in Montreal actually lasts only 3 years instead of 4. For the sake of my sanity, we are just going to ignore it since I have no idea how to work with that time frame.

With this chapter we jump backwards in time to see what the beginning of high school was like for Sirius.

PSA. The texts in cursive are inner dialogue. ;)

Enjoy!

(ps. Hazel, absolutely loved the new chapter but hated the cliffhanger. Please post the next one.)

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Sirius admitted that he was nervous. It was the first day of high school. He didn’t really stress about school since hockey was the only thing that mattered in his family. But he didn’t like things changing. And this was a big change.

You’d think that school wasn’t important for a hockey player. Partly you’d be right. But school was the only thing that made Sirius feel normal. There he wasn’t the hockey prodigy with a name widely recognised already at the age of 15. He wasn’t the family disappointment who had gotten beaten behind closed doors for years. There he was just a regular teen who isn’t the best of the class but passes every exam.

“Have a nice day Sirius!” Linda wished from the driver’s seat. “Try to relax a little. You’re gonna be fine!”

Sirius glanced at her with his face emotionless. “I’ll try. Bye.” He said before getting out of the car.

This was the part he hated. He hated the mask he had to put on every single day. He hated that he wasn’t sure if his little brother would remember who he really was or if he’d only remember this stonefaced teen who could only try to smile when sneaking into each other’s rooms. He wasn’t even sure if he remembered how to smile properly.

He hated this and wanted to get out of here but he knew he was still too young. If he wanted to pursue a career in the NHL he’d have to stay in school for a couple more years and get drafted after he graduated.

”Black! I didn’t know you’d come to our school! Listen up ladies and gents, this man will be the biggest name in the league one day.” Sirius turned towards the side of the main stairs. There he could see sitting around 10 boys and girls all wearing the same school uniform. A dark eyed boy with cornrows was smiling brightly towards him.

”Nice to see you Felix. And don’t jinx it.” Sirius said walking over. Felix raised his hand to ruffle Sirius’s hair but he was fast enough to duck.

”Alright, alright. It’s nice to see you too Little one.” Felix grinned at him cheekily.

Sirius groaned a little. ”Oh don’t start that again. This year there will actually be people my age in the team.”

”Oh I know. But you can’t blame me. You were actually tiny when you started last year. That name was earned.” Felix started explaining to his confused friends. ”Black here was way too good for his own age group so they decided to transfer him to play with us older ones last year. The thing was that this boy hadn’t really hit his puberty like the rest of us so he was about a head or two shorter than the rest of us.” That caused Felix’s friends to laugh. Sirius was shaking his head.

”Where’s your other half Felix? I thought you couldn’t do anything without him.” Felix’s twin brother, Levi, suddenly appeared at their side. The rest of the gang jumped a little but Sirius just ducked instinctively to avoid the hand trying to ruffle his hair.

Levi didn’t even try to act surprised. ”Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Hello, Little one. I still think it’s slightly creepy that no one can surprise you. What do you think Felix?” ”Definitely creepy.” ”As I said.”

Sirius just chuckled lightly and tried to move on as fast as he could. There definitely were reasons to his constant awareness of the things happening around him but he’d never say those reasons out loud. ”Alright boys. I have to head to class. You don’t mind telling me where the French classes are?”

”Yep, you just walk in, take the first stairs you see up to the third floor, turn right and you are in the language corridor. Then just look at the classroom numbers.” Levi guided him.

”Thanks Levi. I’ll see you at practice!” Sirius shouted over his shoulder while walking towards the doors.

Sirius had asked Linda to drop him off a little earlier than usual so he’d have time to find his first class. Bumping into the Wright brothers had cut that extra time down to a couple of minutes. As he walked along the corridor Sirius kept his eyes open in case he’d see any of his relatives that would need to be avoided. He knew that he’d have to face them at some point but the first day wasn’t the right time to do that. The longer he could avoid them the better.

Once Sirius finally reached his French class he could see it was almost full already. The teacher greeted him with a nod and told him to go sit at the back of the class where there were two free seats next to each other.

’Hopefully I am the last one. That way I wouldn’t have to sit next to anyone.’ Sirius thought as he lowered his bag to sit next to the desk. Sirius sat down and glanced around the room to see if he recognized anyone. There were a couple persons he knew from his old school but he didn’t know them enough for them to try to start a conversation with him.

Before he could let out a sigh of relief one last person walked through the door. Sirius watched as he walked towards the teacher who directed him to go sit at the back next to Sirius. As the boy started to walk across the class Sirius got a better look at him. Slightly taller than himself, kinda lanky but his stance was strong. Curly light brown hair, couple of freckles on his cheecks and hazel eyes. A small scar on his nose and he was one of the few people who could make the school uniform look actually good.

’Cute.’ Sirius thought. ’Wait, what? Since when have I thought boys were cute?’ ’Since him. And the cute ice cream vendor that we met during the summer with Reg. But mostly since this one. This one is also hot.’ ’What? No. Shut up.’

The boy had already sat down next to him as he was having that fun little piece of inner dialogue. (’More like the beginning of an existential cris-’ ’Shut up!’) The boy looked at him and offered him a small smile. Sirius just nodded and turned towards the front.

The teacher introduced herself and went over what to expect from this class. After 15 minutes she told the class to get to know the person sitting next to you as you’d be doing a lot of exersices with them.

Sirius eyes widened a little. ’Shit.’ ’YES! Now we get to know their name!’ ‘I still don’t get what you are talking about.’ Sirius turned towards the boy sitting next to him.

”I guess we are going to be a pair.” The boy said. (’Ah, his voice is like the prettiest dream.’ ’What does that even mean?’)

”Yeah, I guess so.” Sirius answered. (Stop being a jerk, idiot! Go on, introduce yourself.’ ’Shut it.’)

”I’m Remus.” (’Mon dieu! His name is Remus! Merde, I’m going to faint!’ ’Please, I beg you. Do that!’)

”I’m Sirius.”

”Nice to meet you.”

”Nice to meet you as well.”

After that they sat in silence for a few moments until Remus opened his mouth. ”Is French you first language?”

Sirius turned towards him. ”It is.”

”Oh, well in that case I think I should warn you.” Remus chuckled quietly and raised his hand to rub his neck. ”I’m really not that good in French. I just moved here like a week or two ago so I haven’t had the chance to learn. I actually am a year older than you but they put me with the younger class in French since I need to catch up on this subject.”

Sirius raised his eyebrow. ”I see. Where did you move from?”

”From Wisconsin. This city is quite the change from the small town I used to live in.” Remus told him.

”I can believe that. Did you learn any French before moving here?” Sirius asked, starting to get genuinely interested.

”Yes, I decided to take it as an elective subject two years ago but you can’t really learn a language in two years.”

”Well, it’s good that you don’t have to start from nothing.”

”D’accord! That’s enough. Now let’s go through the first chapter.” The teacher interrupted the chatter. Everyone started to focus on the teacher but Sirius was too busy gazing out the window and trying to figure out what he was feeling.

After French Sirius had a math class before lunch. There he found Felix and Levi again and sat with them. He knew it might have looked weird, a first year sitting in a group of third years, but he had no intentions to find new acquaintances. He had met the brothers last year and they were the few people he actually was friends with in the team. While Sirius played center, Felix and Levi were a pair of defencemen. They were also loyal and kind and Sirius liked them. After lunch he had two more classes before it was time for hockey practice.

The rink wasn’t far but Levi offered him a ride since they had to carry their equipment with them. Sirius accepted the offer so after school he climbed into Levi’s car. Once they arrived they got their gear on and headed to the ice.

”Okay, boys! Settle down and gather around! I know it must have been an exciting day but you can spare the talk for home. Today we are going to do warm-ups and then some drills. After those we should play some easy games to figure out the best positions for you.” Coach called from the bench.

Sirius didn’t really like this part of the season. They had started training a few weeks ago already but it was still confusing with the new players. The team dynamic always changed with older players leaving and younger ones coming in. It always took a little while for everyone to find their places.

”Let’s start with sprints, so skate around the rink and every time you reach a blue line sprint to the other one. Questions? Ok. Go!” Coach said and glanced at his watch. The team started to skate around the rink. Some players wanted to focus on the drill like Sirius but others were chatting casually.

Levi and Felix skated up to him. ”Look at the boy coach is talking with. Do you think he is gonna join our team?”

Sirius looked over to the bench but the boy there had already started to walk away from the rink. ”I don’t know. Didn’t see him.”

”Well he had skates on and looked to be around our age.” Levi reasoned.

Just as Sirius was going to answer Coach called them over. ”Good work! Next we are going to move onto the next drill but before that I want to welcome a new player to the team. This is Remus Lupin. He just moved here from Wisconsin, so be nice.”

Sirius froze a little. He watched as Remus came from the tunnel wearing a team jersey. He nodded at Coach and said hi to the team before kicking himself onto the ice. ’Oh this is wonderful.’ ’Stop. Focus!’ Sirius shook himself out of his frozen state as Remus skated over to stand next to him. They exchanged nods with each other and turned towards coach to hear him explain the next drill they were going to do.

For the first half of practice Coach made them do drills. While waiting for his turn Sirius could try and figure Remus out. He could see that Remus definitely knew what he was doing. His movement with the puck looked natural and easy.

At the beginning of the second half Coach gathered them around himself. Then he instructed the ones that played last year to find their old lines. Sirius stayed where he was as two guys skated towards him. Grayson Lee and Fenrir Greyback. Grayson was a smart guy and player and Sirius was glad to have him on his left wing. Greyback on the other hand was completely another story. In Sirius opinion he could have easily been a part of the Black family, with how racist and homophobic he was. Sirius really hoped he wouldn’t have to play another year with him but it seemed like he’d have to. None of the new players seemed good enough to compete with Greyback yet.

After they had gathered there was still about 10 guys left. ”Alright, now let’s see what we have left. Roy, you play left wing right? Go over there. Is here any defencemen? Ok, you can be a pair. Any centers? You can go…” Coach started distributing them into lines. At the end there was one new line created and the rest had been spread around the team. ”Let’s try with this. I’ll change your lines if needed. Black and Ricard, you first.”

Sirius won the first puck and immediately realized how much he had missed playing. During the summer they had had hockey camps and a few practices but it had been mostly other forms of training. He had missed how he could just play and forget about himself for a while.

Coach shouted directions and shift changes from the bench. These matches really didn’t have any winners. It was just to see who played well with who. When Sirius wasn’t playing he was following other players. Really he was just waiting for Remus to get on ice since he was the only one who he hadn’t seen play.

Finally coach shouted for Sirius’s line to get on. At the same time the opposing line was changed with the line Remus was in. ’Well, no we’ll see how he plays.’

The puck was dropped and Sirius won it. He passed it to Felix in defence who passed it back to him. Sirius started to circle opponents when suddenly someone came next to him and stole the puck from him. He turned quickly to see the other player already skating over the centerline. ’Is that Remus?!’

”Black! What are you doing?” Greyback shouted at him from across the ice.

Sirius just ignored him as he raced to get to Remus before he got the goal. Sirius could see Remus looking around him in search for his teammates to pass the puck to and realizing that they were still in their defensive zone.

’He’ll have to try to score by himself.’ Sirius thought. Remus seemed to have come to the same realization as he skirted around the goal. Remus managed to avoid Greyback trying to slam him against the boards and flipped the puck over Plante’s right shoulder. Coach blew his whistle in a mark for a goal and Remus’s teammates, who finally got to him, slammed into him. The bench was standing and thrumming the boards approvingly.

Coach shouted over the noise. ”Alright Lupin! We gotta change this up a bit, it’s clearly not working as it should. It sure is a pity there’s no tape on you as it would make my job a lot easier. Let’s put you with the older ones.” Coach decided to try Remus in Ricard’s line. Sirius’s line jumped over the boards for a break as another one settled to face Ricard’s.

Remus could clearly play better with Ricard’s line but the dynamic still wasn’t the best match. Ricard’s shift consisted of big guys who used their sizes in advantage. Remus on the other hand wasn’t as big but was one of the fastest players Sirius had ever seen. ’I wonder if we’d play well together.’

Ricard’s team scored a goal and it was Sirius’s turn. After they had played for a few minutes Coach whistled. ”Greyback! Switch with Lupin.”

Everyone stopped. It was rather rare that the top line would be altered. Especially with a newcomer.

”But Coach! Lupin hasn-” Greyback tried before Coach cut him off. ”Stop complaining. I want to try this out.” Coach nodded at Remus who was looking between him and Greyback. He jumped onto the ice as Greyback shot him a dirty look.

Remus took his place on the right side of Sirius and the puck dropped.

At the end of practice Sirius had already gotten used to the new dynamic of his line. He actually wondered how he had coped without it. Without Greyback Sirius’s line could simply use their speed and skill in advantage. Greyback was moved to Ricard’s line, where he in Sirius’s opinion fit well. He, after all, was on the bigger side and usually liked to use his size over his skill.

Remus on the other hand had been a complete surprise to Sirius. He didn’t often encounter players who could match his level but Remus was one of them. When Sirius may have been the best in handling the puck and one of the fastest, Remus was definitely the fastest and didn’t leave far behind in puck handling either. He also played well with Lee and Sirius was sure they would be a fatal trio this season.

[inafternoonair]

Top 101 songs of 2020

A lot of songs.

[Previously: 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2015 | 2014 | 2013 | 2012 | 2011]

101. Hinds -- “Good Bad Times” 100. Purity Ring -- “stardew” 99. Future Islands -- “For Sure” 98. Jason Isbell -- “Be Afraid” 97. Bully -- “Every Tradition” 96. Sea Wolf -- “Forever Nevermore”

95. Trace Mountains -- “Lost in the Country” 94. GRMLN -- “Grow” 93. Ryan Hemsworth -- “All These Dreams” 92. Flume -- “The Difference (feat. Toro y Moi)” 91. Mary Lattimore -- “Til A Mermaid Drags You Under”

90. beabadoobee -- “Worth It” 89. Small Black -- “Tampa” 88. Bullion -- “We Had A Good Time” 87. Christine and the Queens -- “Je disparais dans tes bras” 86. Porches -- “I Wanna Ride”

85. Magdalena Bay -- “Airplane” 84. Diplo -- “Dance with Me (feat. Thomas Rhett & Young Thug)” 83. Chromatics -- “TOY” 82. Adrianne Lenker -- “half return” 81. Katie Dey -- “Darkness”

80. Hovvdy -- “Runner” 79. Phantom Posse -- “Changing” 78. Ariana Grande -- “positions” 77. Yves Tumor -- “Gospel For a New Century” 76. Young Guv -- “Cold In The Summer”

75. Baths -- “Tropic Laurel” 74. Khotin -- “Ivory Tower” 73. Hayley Williams -- “Pure Love” 72. The Beths -- “Acrid” 71. Drake -- “Laugh Now Cry Later (feat. Lil Durk)”

70. BUMPER -- “You Can Get It” 69. Charmer -- “Wolf Fang Fist” 68. Porter Robinson -- “Get Your Wish” 67. Dua Lipa -- “Cool” 66. Samia -- “Fit N Full”

65. Day Wave -- “Starting Again” 64. Ratboys -- “I Go Out at Night” 63. Beach Bunny -- “Ms. California” 62. Zedd & Jasmine Thompson -- “Funny” 61. Drake & Future -- “Life Is Good”

60. Hum -- “In The Den” 59. Snarls -- “Walk in the Woods” 58. Dogleg -- “Kawasaki Backflip” 57. Salem -- “Sears Tower” 56. Four Tet -- “Baby”

55. Kacy Hill -- “Much Higher” 54. Selena Gomez -- “Look At Her Now” 53. Barely Civil -- “Box For My Organs” 52. Slow Pulp -- “At It Again” 51. Mikey Erg -- “Colleen”

50. Double Grave -- “Long Drive Home” 49. Woods -- “Can’t Get Out” 48. Oneohtrix Point Never -- “I Don’t Love Me Anymore” 47. Andrew Cedemark -- “Not Enough” 46. Fawning -- “Hair Down”

45. Romy -- “Lifetime” 44. Phoebe Bridgers -- “Kyoto” 43. The 1975 -- “Me & You Together Song” 42. Nilüfer Yanya -- “Crash” 41. Megan Thee Stallion -- “Circles”

40. Allison Crutchfield -- “La Familia (Mirah cover)” 39. Soccer Mommy -- “bloodstream” 38. Cyrus Gengras -- “Turning Mind” 37. dvsn -- “No Cryin (feat. Future)” 36. Hazel English -- “Off My Mind”

35. Mac Miller -- “Once A Day” 34. HAIM -- “I Know Alone” 33. Cloud Nothings -- “A Silent Reaction” 32. Porches -- “I Miss That” 31. Caribou -- “Like I Loved You”

30. Nap Eyes -- “Though I Wish I Could” 29. Grimes -- “You’ll miss me when I’m not around” 28. Magdalena Bay -- “Live 4ever” 27. Waxahatchee -- “Fire” 26. Frass Green -- “She’s Not Game”

25. Kim Petras -- “Malibu” 24. The Goodbye Party -- “Unlucky Stars” 23. Tomberlin -- “Wasted” 22. Machine Gun Kelly -- “forget me too (feat. Halsey)” 21. No Age -- “Turned To String”

20. Bartees Strange -- “Mustang” 19. Widowspeak -- “Plum” 18. 100 gecs -- “ringtone (Remix)” 17. KEY! -- “Boys Don’t Cry” 16. Dirty Projectors -- “Lose Your Love”

15. Tycho -- “Outer Sunset” 14. Washed Out -- “Too Late” 13. I’m Glad It’s You -- “Big Sound” 12. Rio Da Young OG -- “Take A Day” 11. Taylor Swift -- “invisible string”

10. Carly Rae Jepsen -- “Solo” 9. Jam City -- “Climb Back Down” 8. Cave People -- “Room” 7. Hotboii -- “Don’t Need Time” 6. Charli XCX -- “forever”

5. Kevin Krauter -- “Surprise” 4. Real Estate -- “November” 3. Night Shop -- “Waiting” 2. Lil Uzi Vert -- “Venetia” 1. Kevin Morby -- “Wander”

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[natalilysims]

Legacy Questionnaire

Thought this would be fun to do so I can look back on it after a few more generations pass and see how some answers change. This can also be done as a ‘send me a number’ game so if you want to do that you can find the original post by @melien​, here. Inspired by @an0nymousghost​, you can check out their post here!

1. When did you start your legacy? What inspired you to do it?

I started this Legacy on March 28, 2019. I usually do challenges where there are a lot of rules for each generation but I wanted to start something where I could do pretty much what I wanted and play a little bit more out of my comfort zone. And I’d seen a lot of amazing Legacies on Simblr that made me want to do my own and post it.

2. Are you following any strict rules there or just play how you want?

Nah, I’m basically just doing what I want.

3. Post the oldest picture you have from your legacy save.

The first ever Sharp house. Originally created by lilsimsie but I gave it a renovation. It’s up for download if anyone wants it!

4. What’s so special about your founder that you wanted to start a legacy with them?

She wasn’t really special to be honest. I just finally made a Sim that I managed to enjoy playing enough to not give up and start a new family like I’ve done a few times before with Legacy Challenges.

5. Favourite generation(s)

Generation 1 was probably my favourite. Which makes it sounds like I’ve enjoyed the family less and less as the challenge has gone on but that not the case at all. I think it’s because even though it was only a little over a year ago, I have a bit of nostalgia for that generation? Idk, I’m weird.

6. Favourite heir.

Probably Harper, the Gen 3 heir. 

7. Favourite spare.

Either Abi from Gen 1 or Jordan from Gen 3. 

8. Favourite spouse.

Alessia, the Gen 4 spouse. I’m gonna be really sad when I have to move on to Gen 5 and stop playing her.

9. Top 5 favourite legacy sims.

1. Jordan 2. Alessia 3. Sonny 4. Abi 5. Hayley

10. Top 3 favourite couples.

1. Safiya and Milo - the OG couple of this challenge. I have to stan. 2. Jordan and Jackson - kinda look like brothers but I just love them so much. 3. Eli and Alessia -  currently playing them and they’re so cute.

11. If you ever did any story lines, what is the one you’re most proud of?

I’m not a huuuge fan of making big story lines for my Sims but sometimes I have little things in my head about the Sims’ personality or their motivations for doing certain things that someone looking through my legacy won’t know because I don’t necessarily put them into my posts to make a huge story.

12. Any memorable moments?

Mango, a cat from Gen 2, randomly going into labour. I literally don’t know how she got pregnant.

13. Any funny moments?

None that I can think of. That’s upsetting.

14. The most unexpected twist in your legacy?

Some of the kids were unexpected twists - Harper and Hazel weren’t supposed to exist and neither was Eli but I have a problem with making my Sims have too many kids. 

15. Favourite name used on your sims?

I remember being very excited about naming Gus. And I love the name Sonny, especially for a boy. For surnames, I was really proud of Nair and Lane, even though they’re pretty basic lmao.

16. Who of your legacy sims you can relate the most to?

I don’t really relate to any but if I had to choose it would either be Abi or Harper.

17. Do you usually get attached to them or just play without deep thinking?

I get kind of attached in that I love looking back at old screenshots and remember how fun it was to play them but I don’t cry when my Sims die or anything like that because I usually have other Sims that I can move onto and focus on. And like... if I really wanted to see a Sim again, I probably have them saved somewhere.

18. Any surprise babies? What was the story?

Not really a surprise because I made it happen, but Harper and Hazel were not part of my original plan for Generation 2. I planned on Faye only having 2 kids but I was bored and when that happens I usually cure the boredom by having more kids, which I’m trying very hard to stop doing because after the excitement of having the baby is over, I can be even less interested in playing than I was initially.

19. Who of your sims has the best style?

I feel like none of my Sims have the best style, they’re all pretty generic, but if I had to choose... Jordan or Harper.

20. Who is the best genetic mix of their parents?

This is definitely a flaw of The Sims 4 and its shitty skin tones but I quite like that Max and Jordan (who are twins) have a slight mix of their parent’s genetics. Max has Harper’s hair and Cheyanne’s skin tone. And Jordan has Cheyanne’s hair and Harper’s skin tone.

Again, this shouldn’t be a thing. The kids should have a skin tone that’s in the middle of what their parents’ skin tone is but I just thought it was interesting when I noticed it.

21. Is your legacy berry, vanilla, banilla, or a mix of those?

Vanilla in the sense that they aren’t berry sims but not vanilla in the sense that I use a lot of CC and some mods.

22. Have you ever done another legacies apart from this one?

I’ve started a few, two of which I began posting on here but then deleted because I didn’t like how they were going. I was 100% expecting to give up with the Sharp family as well but it’s going pretty good so far.

23. How many generations are you aiming for? When you reach a certain milestone, are you going to continue playing or just wrap up the whole thing?

If I lose interest at any point and genuinely get bored of the Sharp family then I’ll probably stop at the end of whichever generation I’m on but ideally I want to complete 10 generations. I might take a Sim born in the final generation and use them in another legacy/challenge I start as a spouse or something but I’ll stop with the Sharp Legacy after 10.

24. Have you ever done any other challenges with your sims from the legacy?

At some point I probably will use someone from the Sharp family in something else but so far I haven’t. I will be using a Sim from another challenge/family in Sharp Gen 5 though.

25. What do you do when you feel uninspired playing the legacy?

Either stop playing The Sims 4 altogether or play another challenge/family for a bit.

26. Have you had your sims die? Which death was the hardest to take?

I’m on Gen 4 so a lot of Sims have died at this point, all from old age. So far, Harper’s was probably the hardest to take.

27. Do you have this one OTP that stands out among the other legacy couples? Tell us about them!

Jordan and Jackson. I don’t know what it is about them, I just love them so much. Sometimes I wish I made Jackson the heir. I knew that for Gen 4 I wanted to live in Sulani and do Island Living stuff but I didn’t mold Jordan into an Island Living type of Sim so it wouldn’t have fit very well.

28. Have you had a sim who you grew to like?

Eli was very unplanned and I had no idea what to name him and I was like ugh why did I do this but now I love him a lot. Originally, I named him Casper.

Bailey was also very hard to name. I’ve always really loved her, it’s just the name that I’m not sure about. I like the name Bailey but something about Bailey Sharp isn’t my fave. And Sonny and Bailey don’t go together that well imo. But at the same time, now I couldn’t imagine her having a different name so... idk.

29. Have you had a sim that you fell in love with right away?

I’m always obsessed with the first born in a generation so - Abi, Hanna, Max & Jordan, Sonny

30. Do you choose your heirs yourself or make heir polls?

I have thought about making an heir poll when I’m not sure what I want to do for the next Generation but so far, I’ve managed to figure it out so I haven’t needed a poll.

Also, when it comes to choosing an heir, I usually like to choose when they are still a child so I can kind of mold them into what I want for the next Generation as they’re growing up. So making a poll would be hard because the people voting wouldn’t know my plan and I wouldn’t want to give major spoilers for what’s to come.

31. The first legacy memory that pops up in your head?

Safiya going to a cafe to make friends but she ended up just sitting alone drinking coffee. Or when Cheyanne and Harper went on a date and Harper died...

32. The hottest sim?

Gus, Max or Brandie

33. The prettiest sim?

I feel like I’ve been very lucky with this family because all the kids have been really pretty but if I had to choose, probably either Abi, Hayley or Jordan.

34. The most unique sim?

I feel like all my Sims are pretty basic to be honest. If I had to choose... maybe Jordan? I’m not sure. 

35. Have you had any sims that remind you of someone?

I’ve never really thought about it, so I guess not.

36. Do you use other people’s sims in your legacy?

I think most of the Sims I’ve used for this Legacy are either pre-made Sims in the saves I’ve been using or I’ve made them. I don’t think I’ve specifically downloaded anyone from somewhere for my Sim to marry. I probably will do that at some point though.

37. Imagine if you had a chance to meet one of your sims. Who would it be?

That’s so weird for me to imagine but if I had to, either Jordan or Harper.

38. Do you have that one generation you wish you’d done differently?

I love Brandie and Eli so much but I sometimes wish Harper and Cheyanne had Max and Jordan and then were done with babies because 2 generations in a row with 4 babies is a bit much.

39. Your favourite non-romantic relationship in the legacy?

Harper and Hazel were fun to play with at the beginning of Gen 3 when they went to university.

40. Random fun fact about your legacy you want to share!

I’m trying to make each generation a bit different and focus on a pack. Gen 1 and Gen 2 were both fairly generic but Gen 3 had a university theme for a while and Gen 4 is Island Living. Gen 5 will probably be a mix of Island Living and Eco Lifestyle (if I can be bothered to figure out how to properly work Eco-Lifestyle).

[hazelenergy]

B, E

ooc:

B. What Inspired You To Create Them?

Hazel was built without any knowledge of what VTM is. So her creation was a lot less ah! Genius! Another bastard for the collection! And much more...beautiful and organic discovery:

When I took the job I had in July 2019, I wasn’t expecting the team to all be game nerds. Granted, we were game nerds in very different ways. So we got to discussing games we like to play since we were going to be working and living together for the next 9 months. Naturally, dungeons and dragons came up. And the soon to be ST said have you guys ever tried whitewolf rpgs? We said no. He got this evil look in his eye and asked if we’d be interested in trying a new system for a game he likes to play/run, called Vampire the Masquerade.

It was a chilly september morning when we sat down to build our characters together. he said just come with a basic concept of who you think this person is. 

“Like a class idea? monk? A rogue?” I asked.

“No. Rid yourself of the idea of Wizards of the Coast. They do not exist for now. Think about real people. Be mundane. Cafeteria lady. Librarian.”

“Retail worker,” I fired back, pulling on my last work experience. My coworkers responded with “Rabbi for Reform Synagogue” and “Garbage Man.”

We continued through this process detailing what they like to do and maybe a few minor flaws to get our concepts. From there, we began allocating our points- not really knowing what we were building or how it would affect us. But that was the beauty of it. We built these characters as if these were their life skills. Hazel, with int one, started with 2 dots in finances for her training in book keeping and running a cash register. Solomon started with a dot in brawl from his boxing club membership.

Before we had even touched the merits and flaws and predator types, these characters already felt real. Every skill and attribute was explained. They had lives. They had hopes and goals they wanted to achieve. 

And then we started the vampire stuff. Already were were sitting there, grappling with the morality of how to feed. He just asked outright. How do you figure it out? I think I answered rob the red cross blind and don’t think about the lives you’ve ruined. Coworkers answered “ask nicely?” with confused hesitation or “while you’re robbing the red cross, I think I’ll just be a terrible person and try to mug people.” that's when the ST revealed the predator types to us and the pros and cons of each. I believe I had selected Sandman for Hazel at first, but switched back to bagger after taking the baby teeth flaw.

When we finally finished character creation I thought I had a sense of who Hazel would be. A woman in her late 20s, fairly content with her vampirism and secret night life. And then my ST began the story, detailing a hunger frenzy, clawing our way out of the earth, the intense hangover from the Embrace. The silence in the basement where the characters awake. The utter confusion. The slow introduction of mechanics we had selected.

Oh. This was going to be different.

E. Are they someone you’d get along with? Would they get along with you?

Eh maybe? I think I’d be a bit boring for Hazel actually. I sit on my butt all day and draw. Although- I accumulate a lot of weird materials for my paintings. I bet she would try to eat my dried copic markers and paint. 

Hazel’s energetic demeanor is when I am at my highest and most confident. So if my energy was matching- we’d have a lot of fun. Either that or she'd far reach me from across the room shouting

"STOP PUTTING ME IN TERRIBLE SITUATIONS IM SO TIRED!!!"

[five-hxrgreeves]

Feeling My Way Through the Darkness

A/n: This is my first fic on Tumblr! I also have it posted on AO3, but I thought I’d post it here as well- I will try to keep them on the same schedule by updating once a week. This is a Five x OC series fic; I’m late to the TUA party on here, so I’m not sure how many people will read this, but if you feel like it, let me know what you think! 

Here’s what you need to know: 

The timeline: everything is basically the same (except Ben is alive), but this takes place after season 2, where I'm assuming the Umbrella Academy stops the apocalypse successfully. The year is an alternate 2019 from the one the show has. Everything else will be explained later.

Ages: all the main characters (except Jared, one of my OCs), are 15 in body. Five spends less time in the apocalypse than he does on the show, and the OC isn't exactly a normal 15-year old. Everyone else's minds are how old they are in the show (so 30.) 

THERE WILL BE NO SMUT, we don’t stan pedophilia here!!!! 

Summary: Due to unknown circumstances of the time anomaly caused by certain members of the Umbrella Academy in stopping the apocalypse, there was a ripple in the continuum that caused an unaccounted-for effect to happen. At midnight on January 1st, 2004, seven women gave birth unexpectedly; and the strangest thing of all was that none of them had been pregnant in the first place.

This time, though, there was no Umbrella Academy to mark these children's birth to the world. Many of them lived quiet-albeit unusual- lives in the homes of their biological families, who, by 2019 and the long-forgotten news of the Umbrella Academy, were mostly used to strange occurrences happening.

Or, the wheel of time continues to turn and, according to The Commission, the Apocalypse is inevitable; it doesn't matter to them what brings it. (Prologue below cut)

Prologue: In the Beginning...

Feeling my way through the darkness

Guided by a beating heart

I can't tell where the journey will end

But I know where to start

On this particular New Year’s Eve, Lola and Richard were celebrating at home with their four-year-old-son, Jared. While they considered themselves to be loving parents, they were often busy at work and travelled around a lot, which left little time for family bonding, so they took advantage of the holidays when they could.

Lola had blonde hair and blue eyes, which was mirrored in her son; she was a petite woman, but that didn’t detract from the power she could hold in a room. Richard had short, dirty-blonde hair and hazel eyes, and he was quieter and more easy-going than his wife.

They were currently celebrating New Year’s with Chinese takeout and watching old movies on the TV. The Christmas tree still stood in the corner of the living room, and colorful homemade streamers decorated the ceiling. The family of three sat on the couch in pajamas, with Jared being the slight exception; he was also still wearing his mother’s heels and had the sleeves of her bathrobe tied around his neck to make a cape from their earlier game of fashion-superheroes (while he thought superheroes were cool, he wouldn’t want to be one; he’d want to design their uniforms.)

As the clock counted down to the new year, nothing seemed out of place. By 11:45, they switched over the channel to watch the ball drop in New York, and surprisingly, Jared was still awake- a fact he was very proud of. And, fifteen minuets later, the countdown drew to a close:

“5!”

“4!”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!"

When the clock struck midnight, the people on the screen cheered as the ball dropped. Richard picked Jared up and swung him around the room in celebration, and Lola watched them amusedly. Suddenly, her expression dropped into one of horror and fear. Something wasn’t right. There wasn’t anything obviously wrong- until there was.

Afterwards, no one could say exactly what happened, but one moment, Lola was her usual slimness, and the next, she had ballooned out to nine weeks pregnant. Her father and son were startled by her scream and sudden change in appearance, but Richard was quick to react. He hastily shuffled Jared into the next room, ordering him to stay there. He grabbed the necessary items and rushed back to his wife’s side; having helped deliver his son, he knew the basic procedure for birth.

Her face was screwed up in pain and she was breathing heavily, “deep breaths, my love,” Richard said gently, stroking her hair. Despite the suddenness of the situation, he was able to remain calm, which had always been one of his gifts.

Lola tried to comply, but the pain was even greater than Jared’s birth, and she remembered that well. Surprisingly, however, the labor lasted only minutes, and soon there was a fourth member to the Quinn family.

Richard stared down at the baby girl who’d burst into life in the span of not even half an hour. Unlike Jared- and most babies-, she didn’t cry as she was born. Instead, she waved her tiny limbs around as she squirmed in his hands, opening vibrant blue eyes to take in the world around her.

“We have a baby girl, Lola,” Richard said, amazed. He knew he could immediately love their surprise child, no matter the unusual circumstances of her birth. He handed the baby to her mother who, despite her now-exhausted state, managed a small smile as she took her daughter in her arms. While she had every right to hate or fear the child by the surprise situation, having Jared first had helped ease the shock, and besides, they had the means to raise her.

Lola looked up at her husband, “we’re keeping her,” she said determinedly.

“Of course,” Richard said, surprised that his wife might think there was a different possibility.

"Will you get Jared? He should know everything's okay," Lola requested, and her husband went to find their son.

The blonde woman looked down at the baby girl, her expression soft, "everything's okay, baby. You should know that too. I don't know what happened, but we'll work through it. Supernatural things happen all the time in movies, after all. And you're special; I can feel it."

The baby's bright blue eyes blinked up at her as if to say yes, I know. Richard returned with Jared then, who was hiding behind his father's legs. After seeing that his mother was okay, he hesitantly moved to stand in front of her.

"You have a baby sister, Jer," Lola told him, "we haven't named her yet, but she'll be a wonderful part of our family."

He stared at the baby with wide eyes, "was she supposed to happen like that? Was that how I was born?" he asked, looking up at his mother, who looked faintly amused.

"No, you were very different," she answered, "none of us know quite what happened, but she's our little miracle. You're her big brother, Jared."

The four-year-old looked at the little child in his mother's arms and frowned. He was supposed to be the baby, not this strange creature. And besides, why did she stare so much? Those wide blue eyes were super creepy.

"I don't like her," he declared.

Richard laughed, much to Jared's irritation, "I'm afraid you'll have to get over that, son. I know this can't be easy, but she's our responsibility now. Go on, it's time for bed anyway. Your mother has to rest. Tomorrow, we'll get some new baby things."

Life settled into a new routine for the Quinns. The one good thing about the baby, Jared decided, was that it made his parents stay home more often; but even then, they were busy taking care of her. Jared tried to stay out of her room as much as possible to get away from those eyes. He really didn't like them. His mom had said that if her eyes were going to change color, they'd do so in a few days, since all babies were born with blue eyes. He didn't think that would help, to be honest. He wasn't able to put it in to words with his limited vocabulary, but the girl's eyes seemed to stare with a strange alertness that even his parents didn't have. And, if he looked too long, he could swear he saw something mysterious swirling in their depths.

When he tried to ask his mom and dad to "take her back" after explaining these very valid points, they merely laughed and said he had a great imagination. Eventually, they'd decided on a name: Elena Melany Quinn. He'd thought calling her "baby" was good enough, but apparently, that wouldn't do.

As Elena got older, she became very inquisitive, and was often found in some sort of mischief. In her quiet times, though, she loved it when people read books to her. One night, Elena and Jared were being watched by a sitter, who wasn't really paying attention to them. It was getting close to Elena's bedtime (Jared always made sure to make this distinction; he was older, after all, so he got to stay up later), and their caretaker was following the instructions their parents left. After getting his sister ready for bed, the babysitter placed her in the crib, turned off all lights but the lamp on the dresser, and left the door open a crack. There was only one thing missing; her bedtime story. Elena then did something she didn't often do- she began to cry. The sitter rolled her eyes and went to close the door, but Jared stopped her, "did you read a story?" he asked.

"No," the girl said with a slight question in her voice.

"Ellie always gets a story before bed," Jared explained importantly. While he wasn't fond of his sister, he never wanted her to cry.

She huffed, "well I'm not reading a story. She'll have to go without one tonight."

Jared knew that his sister wouldn't stop crying, so he said, "can I read her a story?"

The sitter looked at him with amusement, "I didn't know you could read."

"Of course I can!" he declared (in truth, he was just starting to, but she didn't need to know that.) He slipped past her into his sister's room, "don't worry, baby. I'm going to read you a story."

Almost like magic, Elena's cries stopped. Jared looked at her with wide eyes, "can you understand me?"

The baby's mouth opened and closed, as if she was trying to form words. Pulling herself up by the handlebar of the crib, she supported herself in a standing position to get a better look at him, but still didn't say anything; she just watched him with deep blue eyes. Jared sighed, he should've guessed she wasn't smart enough yet. He made his way to her bookshelf and picked out one of the thinnest books he could find before returning to the crib. As he struggled through the first page, Elena's baby mind was turning. She knew she knew this person, although she didn't think he liked her. She thought him name was easy though, she'd heard the taller people say it, and if she said it, would it make him like her more? Was it.... Germ? No. Jar? No. "Jer!" finally came out of her mouth.

The little boy looked up at the baby in surprise, stopping in the middle of the second page, "what?"

"Jer! Jer! Jer!" the baby turned it into a chant.

He couldn't believe it; his sister's first words were his name! Jared wished his parents were there to hear it. He couldn't help smiling, "yes, that's me," he said. Maybe his sister wasn't so bad after all.

"Jer!" came his name the final time, before, "bo?"

He nodded, "yes, book."

----------------

When Lola and Richard found out about the new understanding Jared had for his sister, they were surprised until they learned what her first word was. They exchanged amused smiles.

[kyxxlascc]

August 2019 CC Haul

Haul Edition 2!

Every month I make a haul post with all of the CC that I downloaded and added to my game.

The purpose of this text post is so that I can keep track of things I actually downloaded during the month because everything I reblog is queued and also so that everything is in one place.

Mods

Random Mods by littlemssam

https://littlemssam.tumblr.com/post/175412396783/random-small-mods-sometimes-mods-are-sooo-small

Smarter Robot Vacuum by BraveSim

https://modthesims.info/d/631102/smarter-robot-vacuum.html

Classic Icons by kixg

https://thekixgofficial.tumblr.com/post/186357474044/do-you-like-the-new-ui-but-cannot-get-used-to-the

Makeup & Face Details

3D Eyelashes by plumbobjuice

https://plumbobjuice.tumblr.com/post/164239237300/3d-eyelashes-recolorretexture-of

Nail Polish by lehgaming

https://lehgaming.tumblr.com/post/157584381531

Pointy, Long and Multicolour Nail Polish by lehgaming

https://lehgaming.tumblr.com/post/163460259338

Shoes

Hazel Boots by alexarr

https://alexaarr.tumblr.com/post/183098359036/hazel-boots

Basic Sneakers by pleyita

https://pleyita.tumblr.com/post/184432141250/the-basic-sneaker-these-are-two-perfectly-good

Birkenstocks by blarffy

https://blarffy.tumblr.com/post/186448709155/ive-converted-the-baby-birkies-for-all-of-the

Cross-front Heels by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/183643752728/cross-front-heel-i-havent-made-shoes-in-like

Madlen Narkissa Sandals by mj95

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-shoes-female-teenadultelder/title/madlen-narkissa-sandals/id/1297755/

Thrifty Wedges by ghardenia

https://love4sims4.tumblr.com/post/161896643303/ghardenia-the-brick-house-a-set-of-four

Clothes

Sulani Set (Top&Bottoms) by ilkup

https://ilkup.tumblr.com/post/186820215372/sulani-set-a-puffy-sleeved-crop-and-some-wide-leg

Farah Dress by ilkup

https://ilkup.tumblr.com/post/186634031942/farah-dress-i-stress-ate-3-kitkat-chunkys-making

Denim Jacket and Long Cardigan by simplesimmer

https://blogsimplesimmer.tumblr.com/post/153238657790/hello-everyone-i-have-finally-finished-this-small

Two-Piece Swimsuit by moontrait

https://moontrait.tumblr.com/post/185848002538/moontrait-two-piece-swimsuit-we-need-more

Sparkle V Neck Maxi Dress by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/185599484551/sparkle-v-neck-maxi-wow-what-a-look-i-made-this

Oceane Swimsuit by simlaughlove

https://snagglefuster.tumblr.com/post/185819698620/sll-oceane

Vintage Tees by nuagelle

https://nuagelle.tumblr.com/post/172380394108/vintage-tees-sooo-i-totally-fell-in-love-with

Delia Bralette by blushcat

https://blushchat.tumblr.com/post/171134503364/delia-bralette-basegame-compatible-cas

Picnic Date Dress by ilkup

https://ilkup.tumblr.com/post/183293534292/picnic-date-a-dress-and-a-crop-top-in-a-gingham

Rifle Paper Co Bathrobes by simplistic-sims4

https://simplistic-sims4.tumblr.com/post/185291050160/rpc-bathrobes-i-got-a-request-from-kenziesprecher

Aubelle Lingerie by renorasims

https://renorasims.tumblr.com/post/173541886778/hi-everyone-heres-a-cute-little-lingerie-set-i

Hair

Paise by wild-pixel

https://wild-pixel.tumblr.com/post/186824389346/paise-hair-you-guys-seemed-to-really-like-my-paige

Rizal Hair by marsosims

https://marsosims.tumblr.com/post/186749816981/rizal-hair-this-hair-is-named-after-the-filipino

Aubrey by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/167010061675/aubrey-a-remake-of-my-kimberly-bun-with

Wispy Hairline by bluemoonsim

https://bluemoonsim.tumblr.com/post/173922260048/22-800-followers-gift-wispy-hairline-a

Organic Hairline by qwertsims

https://qwertysims.tumblr.com/post/175734908719/pixelore-organic-hairline-recolor-fix-by

Rachel by aharris00britney

https://www.patreon.com/posts/24964922

Accessories

Stellar Earrings by anessasims

https://anessasims.tumblr.com/post/180942163814/hello-i-was-inspired-to-create-some-simple

La Luna Earrings by nords

https://nords-sims.tumblr.com/post/186528048341/la-luna-earrings-hello-lovelies-virtual-aglet

Traveler’s Necklace by ridgeports

https://ridgeports.com/post/186347881787/travelers-necklace-ive-always-wanted-to-try

Droplet Hoop Earrings by grimcookies

https://grimcookies.com/post/186412428060/droplet-hoop-earrings-i-just-wanted-more-simple

Grandma’s RIng by joliebean

https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/184501926661/grandmas-ring-a-ring-in-7-swatches

Tattoos

Harry Potter by lilsimsie

https://lilsimsiecc.tumblr.com/post/158710926659/lilsimsie-harry-potter-upper-back-tattoo-set-by

Wrist Tattoos by hazelios

https://hazelios.com/post/157988234109/3-simlish-words-3-symbols-custom-thumb-and

Astrology Tattoos by noodlescc

https://noodlescc.tumblr.com/post/182769157104/astrology-tattoos-and-pupils-includes/amp

Build&Buy Mode

Breakfast Clutter by aroundthesims

https://aroundthesims.tumblr.com/post/144308587643/around-the-sims-4-breakfast-clutter-because-i

Quilted Dreams by harrie-cc

https://harrie-cc.tumblr.com/post/186823771798/quilteddreams

Girl Power Paintings by abundanceofpixels

https://abundanceofpixels.tumblr.com/post/186456330663/girl-power-a-wall-art-set-by

Display Wardrobe by adonispluto

http://www.modthesims.info/d/583747

Simple Furniture Set by iamsimmerb

https://iamsimmerb.tumblr.com/post/186969977574/im-proudly-present-drum-roll-pleaaase-simple

Drinks Clutter by aroundthesims

https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/appliance_drink_04.shtml

Handbag Clutter-Umbrella by aroundthesims

https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/decorative_clutter_16.shtml

Perfect Single Closet by sg5150

https://sg5150.tumblr.com/post/177889550994/sg5150-perfect-size-single-closet-maxis-design

Vakkert Sims by sanoysims

https://sanoysims.tumblr.com/post/163037175266/vakkert-set-ts4-heavily-copied-of-this-photo

Painting-Ununpentium Living Room by wondymoon

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-objects-livingroom/title/ununpentium-living-room--i/id/1407581/

Rifle Paper Co Travel Prints by SimPlistic

https://simplistic-sims4.tumblr.com/post/174405024272/rifle-paper-travel-prints-in-simlish-theyre

Random Conversions 1 by lindseyxsims

https://lindseyxsims.tumblr.com/post/131591516148/random-conversions-1

Squarely There Modular Sofa by illogicalsims

https://illogicalsims.tumblr.com/post/178974893144/squarely-there-modular-sofa-base-game-tried

Seamless Wall Mirror by illogicalsims

https://illogicalsims.tumblr.com/post/178345249649/seamless-wall-mirror-complete-wall-coverage-it

Various Coffee Table Meshes by illogicalsims

https://illogicalsims.tumblr.com/post/178724433089/various-coffee-table-mesh-edits-edited-a-bunch-of

Banana Leaf Motif Wallpaper by amoebae

https://pictureamoebae.tumblr.com/post/184233487774/bananaleafrelease

Functional Moleskin Journal by pleyita

https://pleyita.tumblr.com/post/182756908745/moleskine-journals-this-is-a-re-release-of-the

Marvel Portrait and Prints by blumpob

https://blumpob.tumblr.com/post/144055854422/mike-mitchell-marvel-portrait-prints-posters

Moon Mirror by toskasims

https://toskasims-cc.tumblr.com/post/186208756833/moon-mirror-3-swatches-300-polys-download

Terrazzo Tables by suzy-sims

https://suzy-sims.tumblr.com/post/187152544281/terrazzo-tables-im-an-avid-fan-of

Closet Add-On Perfect Door by mutske

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-objects-buildmode-doors/title/closet-add-on-perfect-size-door-1x1/id/1452260/

“Simlished” American Travel Prints by abundanceofpixels

https://abundanceofpixels.tumblr.com/post/158034858053/simlished-american-travel-prints-16-posters

Kallax Set by pqsim

https://pqsim4.blogspot.com/2019/08/ikea-kallax-sims-4-custom-content.html?spref=pi

Sets/Packs

AxA 2019 by aharris00britney and ayoshi

https://www.patreon.com/posts/28750048

AxA 2018 by aharris00britney and ayoshi

https://aharris00britney.tumblr.com/post/181398692221/ayoshi-download-austins-patreon-donate-to

[z80z]

العاب بيبى هازل 2019

العاب بيبى هازل 2019

العاب بيبى هازل 2019 بعد كثرة اللعب مع أصدقائها اتسخ شعرهى وأصبح مشعكك مما أدى الى ظهورها بشكل مقزز مهمتك هي أخد البيبي هازل الى الدوش وغسل شعره بالماء والشامبو ثم دهنه بالزيت كي يصبح رطبا وناعما, بعد ذلك تقومين بتجفيفه بالسشوار ثم عمل له تسريحة مناسبة لهذه الطفلة الرائعة. في الأخير تقومين بتلبيسها بملابس الاطفال كي تبدو انيقة مع اضافة بعض الاكسسوارات التي تتماشى مع اللباس كي تزداد أناقة…

[tsgaustintexas]

2019 Holiday Gift Guide

The 2019 Holiday Gift Guide is here! We’ve SCOUTED high and low for unique gift ideas to create ten lists of our favorite LOCAL finds! All of the items featured below are either designed, made or sold by independent businesses in Austin. The holiday season is the most important time of year to support small businesses, so spread the local love by sharing this gift guide with friends and family! And don’t forget to check out our 2018 +  2017 +  2016 + 2015 guides for even more great ideas - shopping local never goes out of style…  We hope this list will help you find the perfect gift for everyone on your list. 

As always, don’t forget to tell them that THE SCOUT GUIDE SENT YOU! 

xo - Leigh Ann 

For Her

Freya Panama Hat from Hearth & Soul | $220 

7 For All Mankind Fringe Wrap from Domain NORTHSIDE | $425

Gold Dust Vinyl from Liz James Designs | $55+, make sure to check out all the options! 

Easy Rider Jacket from Understated Leather | $495

The Carryall from Tecovas |  $475 now $245 

Michelle Mules from Fortress of Inca | $250 (multiple colors available) 

Molly Haertle Art’s “Sandy,” 12x16” oil on panel | $290

Custom Beaded Clutch - use your monogram or add a fun phrase - from Estilo | $180+

Slim Aarons Coffee Table Book from SPARROW INTERIORS | $60, take 30% off starting Friday! 

Fur Bomber Jacket from ESTILO | $265

For Him

The Austin Cowboy Boot from Tecovas | $695 

Quilted Leather Jacket from Estilo Mens | $798 

Zilker Belt’s Antone’s Belt | $109

Fly Reel Case from Sparrow Interiors + Gifts | $185 

Cuff Link Studs Set from CASSANDRA COLLECTIONS | $400+

True Grit ½ Zip Pullover from Hearth & Soul | $135 

Yeti Hopper Backflip from Olivia Shoppe | $339.99 

Palo Santo Beard + Face Oil from Loot Finer Goods | $40

Growler Tote from Hearth & Soul | $44

Stratoliner Fedora from Domain NORTHSIDE’s Stag Provisions | $190

For Little Ones

Star Chalk Set from Hearth & Soul  | $32

Barbarossa Pirate Ship from Olivia Shoppe | $85 

Farmers Market Play Shop from Alexa James Baby | $120

Kid’s Three String Guitar from Picket Fences | $80 

Woodie Toy Cars from Olivia Shoppe | $35+

Model Roadster from Alexa James Baby | $190 

Mini Lightbox from Picket Fences | $24 

Melamine Plates from Grace Charles Design Studio | $22

Easy Rider Leather Jacket for boys + girls from Understated Leather | $180 

Alphabet Kingdom by Starla Michelle | $15.39

For the Home

Brass Vase from PAGE HOME DESIGN | $25+ each VASES

Gunmetal Bar Cart from HEARTH & SOUL | $815

“Sometimes It’s a Whisper” from Meredith Pardue’s Flower Bomb Series | 60" x 48", Price available upon request, please make sure to view all of works 

Wood Chargers from Sparrow Interiors + Gifts | $54

Crystal Glassware from Sparrow Interiors + Gifts | $128 for a set of four

Maple + Rope Wall Hanging from Loot Finer Goods | $35

Alpaca Throw from A Custom House | $445, check out their other colors! 

B Shawn Cox “Vaquerios” from Walden Art Agency | $1100 (24” x 24”) 

Tiger Print Pillows from LIZ JAMES | $75 each 

Brass Catchall from Austin Design House | $74  

Geranium + Rose Candle from Slow North | $34 

Something Sparkly 

Black Bonnie Floral Earrings from Cassandra Collections | $210+ 

Tie One On Earrings from Elizabeth Volk Designs | $48

Yellow Gold Straight Diamond Bar Necklace Korman Fine Jewelry | $575

Hazel Bracelet from Liz James Designs | $209

Millicent Adjustable Bracelet in Rose Gold from Kendra Scott | $425  

Dainty Necklace with Writing Stone from Elisha Marie Jewelry | $140 

Cane Earrings in Silver from Rahya Jewelry Design | $123.20

Rose Cut Diamond Hexagon Eternity Band in Yellow Gold from Dowry | $1,600

Nova Lyra Bangle in 14K Gold from Domain NORTHSIDE’S Limbo | $99

Riri Collar from Estilo Boutique | $125 

For Four-Legged Friends

Paws By The Lake at Lake Austin Spa | Worth It

Enamel Food + Water Bowls from Hearth & Soul | $16

Dog + Cat Noiseless Holiday Crackers from Paper Place | $10

Pet Collar Charm handmade by Liz James Designs | $20 

Holiday Bandanas from Paper Place | $15 

Squeaky Beverage Toys from Hearth & Soul | $15.95+

ACL Dog Collar from Zilker Belts | $59+ 

Rattan Dog Bed with Cushion from A Custom House | $195 Medium, $245 Large

Custom Bandana from Understated Leather | $25

For your Hostess 

"Putting the Pieces Back Together II” by Erin Donahue Tice Fine Art | $125 (4x6”)

Garden Jar with Cilantro from Slow North | $20 

The Southerner’s Handbook from Liz James Designs | $20

Recipe Tin from Paper Place | $115 

Madeleine Gift Box from Fluff Meringues & More | $11.75

Fraser Fir Wreath from Gracious Garlands | $29+ 

Bud Vases from A CUSTOM HOUSE | $32 each

Potted Olive Tree from Page Home Design | $36

Truffle Salt from HEARTH & SOUL | $28

August Morgan Cocktail Napkins from Olivia Shoppe | $40 for a set of four 

Stocking Stuffers

Sugarfina x Tito’s Vodka Martini Olive Almonds from Domain NORTHSIDE | $8.95

Mimosa Society Sew-On Patch from Paper Place | $9 

Magic Rainbow Fire Sticks from Paper Place | $21.90 for a set of 3

Starry-Eyed Travel Mask from Understated Leather | $40

Coloring Austin Coffee Table Book by Avery Price | $32

Nourishing Body Cream from Fine Healing Goods | $55 

Jonathan Van Ness Prayer Candle by Illumin Idol | $15

Bridesmaids Partaaaay Mug from Olivia Shoppe | $18.95

Christian LaCroix Playing Cards from Paper Place | $35 

Double S’More Kit from Fluff Meringues & More | $9.50

Baggu Reusable Bag from Olivia Shoppe | $12

Unicorn Headband from Picket Fences | $8 

For Pampering

Pilates class at The Peach House | $40/class, new members receive 3 classes for $99

A luxe mani + pedi from LACQUER | Manicures start at $63

Drybar Membership at Domain NORTHSIDE | $80 

Leonor Greyl Body + Face Oil from Haute House Lash & Beauty Bar | $59

Rose Quartz Facial Roller from Slow North | $34 

Personal training with PE Fitness | $90/hour for 1, $75/hour per student for 2, $60/hour per student for 3

Lemon Wellness Drops from FINE HEALING GOODS | $75 

Gift card for skin rejuvenation from REJUVENATE | Inquire for pricing

Skin+ Starter Kit from Austin Skin Plus | $290  

Relaxation at Lake Austin Spa | Holiday packages start at  $260

For the Person Who Has Everything

THE HEADSHOT HAPPY HOUR with four friends, shot by Paige Newton | $125 per person

Private cooking classes with La Pera | $300 / 3 hour session, class selection includes Pasta, Empanadas, Sous Vide Cooking, Basic Knife Skills, or a Custom Curriculum

Peloton - choose between the bike or the treadmill at DOMAIN NORTHSIDE | pricing varies

One-on-One Workshop with HOUSE OF MARGOT BLAIR | $595+

A game-changing backyard makeover with LAWNPOP for the hostess in your life | Inquire for pricing

A dinner party hosted by THE AUSTIN ARTISAN at your home | Inquire for pricing :

The Wayback Holiday Package | $500, includes a 2-night stay at The Wayback + cheese board + bottle of select Texas wine

Donate on your loved one’s behalf with In Lieu

[shadows-in-the-light-of-day]

I was tagged by @irinyaclockworker, who wants to drag me directly to hell, it appears. :D 

Rules: Name ten favorite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people. 

1. Master of the Court (The Evillious Chronicles)

Technicallyyyyy it’s not cheating if you list a character with multiple incarnations, right? :D I have a soft spot for Irina in general, probably due to my dear little sister Irinya’s influence, but Court is absolutely a fave because, well...okay, listen, I too think Gallerian is A Dad, and if I were a kid who it’s likely has never really, ah, had a decent guardian or mentor figure before, and has just been shown a lottttt of parental affection for the first time (I mean, she had Lemy back in Sloth Arc, but that’s babie son affection, not parent affection), I’d probably try to emulate that “father” and start sending souls off to hell too. Also, Master of the Court is objectively a bop. 

2. Matsuda Touta (Death Note)

Aw, my first ever fandom fave. Tbh, I probably got a few of my personality quirks from Matsuda. I’d imagine Death Note being the first media I got into after I formed had a lot to do with that. Anyway, there’s a lotttt of dislike for this kid in fandom, on account of him being kinda a dumbass and a very, very clumsy detective. However, he’s a genuine sweetheart, and probably one of the most realistic characters in a show full of geniuses. He questions the morality of both his own side and the side he’s fighting against, and his badass moment in the finale was simultaneously heartwrenching and really, really fulfilling. He’s not perfect by any means, but I’ll defend this silly guy to hell and back. 

3. Alluka Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Okay, so I haven’t actually gotten to the part of HXH where Alluka shows up yet... But from the few clips I’ve seen of her, I’ve already decided that I will be adopting this child and protecting her from the majority of her biological family at all costs. I mean, look at that little face! She’s just babie... (Additionally, trans rights!!) 

4. Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Ah yes, Kunikida. Everyone I interact with irl asks me “what exactly do you like about him?! he’s annoying!!” To which I say “yes, perhaps, but he’s interesting”. I mean, he’s somehow both the ultimate idealist and the ultimate pragmatist (you can imagine the problems this causes him), who schedules his life down to the second and really, really sucks at showing his friends he cares. So okay, he’s really annoying. But he’s also very loyal, and genuinely tries to make the world better, albeit rather clumsily. Plus, I want his ability. Please give me the power to manifest stuff out of notebook pages, universe. I am begging here. 

5. Ozaki Toshio (Shiki)

While looking for a decent picture of him, I was reminded both of how weird Shiki hairstyles are and of how few screenshots from the show exist. But uh...well, Ozaki is...something, like most of the characters in Shiki. I mean, it really sucks when a sudden summer epidemic turns out to be symptomatic of a vampire invasion, especially when you’re the village doctor in charge of solving this mess. Ozaki’s an extreme pragmatist with good intentions...which, coming straight from Kunikida to him, I’m realizing is a character type that interests me. Guy really needs to quit chainsmoking, though, or he’ll die of lung cancer before the vampires can get to him. 

6. Hazel (Watership Down) 

(I promise I’m not a furry, just a literature nerd.) Despite the fact that I actually...don’t really like the classic movie adaption of Watership Down, I really, really adore Hazel in the novel and every single adaption. (Having spent a good while in the kids’ TV show fandom, I can appreciate the strengths of just about every version.) He isn’t particularly smart or strong, but he’s good at solving conflicts within the group, and some of his plans are, in my opinion, fairly brilliant. Plus, I find it heartwarming how much he cares about his friends’ well-being, as well as trying to solve issues with cunning and a minimum amount of bloodshed. 

7. Sohma Yuki (Fruits Basket)

Today on anime boys I would die for - Yuki! To be fair, I adore basically everyone in Furuba, with a few notable exceptions (*cough*Shigure*cough*), but Yuki will always have a special place in my heart. His arc in the manga focuses a lot on recovering from trauma and putting the past behind you, and while I don’t necessarily agree with his eventual conclusion that forgiving his abusers is the right thing to do, I like that he learns to be kinder and more open with the people around him, and that he genuinely appears to be moving on and healing by the end of the series. (Also, I am sooooo happy with the 2019 reboot anime; it’s doing an excellent job with the story so far, and I can’t wait to see what they’ll do in the future!)

8. Nikki (Love Nikki) 

(This is the part where I started having trouble thinking of characters.) Next up - a dress up game protagonist?! Yeah, okay, so I would absolutely die for most of the Love Nikki squad at this point, but the titular character is a particular favorite. A story that started with her miraculously ending up in a world where everything is solved with dress up competitions has somehow escalated into an actual, all out war, and she’s handling it with surprising courage and determination. Nikki is an absolute sweetheart, and I’m sure she has what it takes to save the world! Anyway this has been a moment with Kiril and now I will be taking a break to cry about this game. 

9. Vincent Nightray (Pandora Hearts)

So now that Fruits Basket is getting a remake, can I pleaseeeee have Pandora Hearts get the same treatment?! Anyway, it was between Vince and Break for this one, but I went with Vince ‘cause, well...that’s a relatable mood, buddy. Vince’s goal is to basically erase himself from existence, and in a manga that imo has a LOT of commentary about mental illness and suicide, I appreciate the existence of a character who...doesn’t immediately feel better once someone tells him destroying himself wouldn’t change anything, but does manage to live a somewhat fulfilling life after the ‘conclusion’ of the main story. ...Okay, I also think he’s really cute, but anyway. That’s that. 

10. Travis Bohannon (The Serpent King)

Aaaaand no image for this one, ‘cause he’s from a fairly obscure and new novel! Being a nerd from Tennessee, I am absolutely the biggest fan of Jeff Zentner’s books in at least the Eastern region, and possibly the world. :D I love all his books, but The Serpent King is especially near and dear to my heart, and I regularly bawl over Travis. He’s what you’d call a gentle giant, I guess; tall, incredibly shy, and obsessed with fantasy novels, his main escape from his absolutely shitty life. The stories he loves eventually give him the courage to take steps to get away from his parents and live his dreams, and I just think that’s a really wonderful and relatable thing. Also Jeff Zentner owes me money for the absolute DEVASTATION of the conclusion of Travis’ character arc. That is all. 

And that’s it! I, uh, don’t really like tagging people, but I’ll tag @levinenoel, @super-lisa and @meadowlarkx, who probably won’t hate me for it and are free to abstain from this meme! :D

[blackontelevision]

BLACK TELEVISION SHOWS

The following is an exhaustive list of all the Black american TV shows in existence, their current status and–for some–where you can even watch/show support. Any links provided are legal. Check regularly for updates!

   ONGOING

All American (new CW show, latest episodes here)

American Soul (BET, airing in 2019)

Atlanta (FX )

Ballers (HBO)

Being Mary Jane (BET, series finale incoming)

Black-ish (ABC, latest episodes here)

Black Lightning (CW, latest episodes here)

Carl Weber's The Family Business (airs tuesday nights on BET)

Dear White People (Netflix)

Empire (FOX, season 5 online here)

Family Time (Bounce TV, airs on monday nights)

Giants (watch here)

Greenleaf (OWN)

In Contempt (BET)

In the Cut (Bounce TV)

Insecure (HBO)

Last Call (Bounce TV, premieres January 7 at 9pm eastern)

Pose (FX)

Power (STARZ)

Queen Sugar (OWN)

Random Acts of Flyness (HBO)

Saints & Sinners (Bounce TV)

She's Gotta Have It (Netflix)

Snowfall (FX)

Star (FOX, season 3 online here)

Tales (BET, renewed for a second season)

The Chi (SHOWTIME)

The Haves and The Have Nots (OWN)

The Last O.G. (TBS, episodes available here)

The Paynes (OWN)

 PAST

30s

The Ethel Waters Show

40s

Amanda

The Bob Howard Show

50s

The Amos 'n' Andy Show

The Hazel Scott Show

The Nat 'King' Cole Show

60s

Della

Julia

The Bill Cosby Show

The Leslie Uggams Show

The Sammy Davis Jr. Show

70s

Baby... I'm Back!

Barefoot in the Park

Fat Albert

Get Christie Love!

Good Times

Grady 

Harlem Globetrotters 

Roll Out

Roots

Sanford and Son

Sanford Arms  

Shaft

Soul Train

That's My Mama

The Fosters

The Jackson 5ive (episodes are here)

The Richard Pryor Show

The Super Globetrotters

What's Happening!! (Watch here)

What's Happening Now!!

80s

227 (Watch here)

A Different World 

A Man Called Hawk

Amen

Charlie & Co.

Checking In

Diff'rent Strokes (Watch here)

Ebony/Jet Showcase

Family Matters

Frank's Place 

Homeroom

Melba 

Sanford (Watch here)

Shaka Zulu 

Snoops

The Arsenio Hall Show 

The Cosby Show

The New Odd Couple

The Redd Foxx Show

90s

704 Hauser

Between Brothers (Watch here)

Built to Last 

Cleghorne! 

Cosby

Cousin Skeeter

Damon

For Your Love

Frank's Place

George

Goode Behavior 

Gullah, Gullah Island

Hangin' with Mr. Cooper

Here and Now

Homeboys in Outer Space

In Living Color

In the House

Linc's

Little Bill

Living Single 

Kenan & Kel 

Malcolm & Eddie (Watch here)

Martin

Me and the Boys

Minor Adjustments 

My Brother and Me

Moesha 

New Attitude

New York Undercover

On Our Own

Out All Night

Roc

Sister, Sister

Smart Guy 

South Central 

Sparks 

Sugar and Spice

Townsend Television

Thea

The Chris Rock Show

The Famous Jett Jackson (watch here)

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air 

The Good News

The Gregory Hines Show

The Hughleys

The Jamie Foxx Show

The Parent 'Hood 

The Parkers

The PJs

The Royal Family

The Steve Harvey Show (Watch here)

The Wayans Bros.

True Colors

Waynehead

Where I Live

00s

All About the Andersons

All of Us 

Barbershop

Born Again Virgin 

Brothers (Watch here)

Chappelle's Show 

Chocolate News 

Cuts 

Diary of a Single Mom 

Eve

Everybody Hates Chris (entire series here)

Getting Personal

Girlfriends (seasons 2-8 here)

Half & Half

House of Payne 

Like Family

Lincoln Heights 

Love, Inc.

Meet the Browns 

Method & Red

My Wife and Kids

One on One 

Second Time Around

Sherri

Soul Food

Static Shock

That's So Raven

The Bernie Mac Show

The Big House

The Boondocks

The Corner

The Game (entire series here)

The Lyricist Lounge Show

The Proud Family

The Sinbad Show

The Tracy Morgan Show

The Wire  

Wanda at Large

Whoopi

10s

All About The Washingtons

Are We There Yet? 

Black Dynamite 

Black Jesus

For Better or Worse

Hit the Floor

Key and Peele  

Let's Stay Together

Love Is ___

Love That Girl!

Luke Cage

Marlon

Real Husbands of Hollywood

Rebel

Reed Between the Lines

Roots

Shots Fired

State of Georgia 

Superstition

Survivor's Remorse 

The Breaks

The Carmichael Show

The Get Down

The Quad

The Soul Man

Treme 

Uncle Buck

Underground

[bxcketbarnes]

The Planning - Part Two // Mini Wedding Series

Gif credit goes to @tothemoonmikey :)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin/Reader

Words: 4223

Author’s Note: Heyyyy! It’s finally here, guys! It’s taken me so goddamn long to write this and I’m sorry it’s so long. I got a little out of hand. I hope you all like it and look out for the third part of The Planning! xoxo

I plop onto Ash and I’s bed, letting out a small breath of relief, glad to finally be home. Ashton’s footsteps became louder as he steps into the bedroom.

“It's so good to finally be home,” Ash breathes, setting my bag and his suitcase down by the dresser before laying down next to me.

I nod my head, humming in reply as I scoot closer to him, resting my head against his chest. “It is. I don't know how you guys go on tour for so long,” I tell him, dipping my fingers under his t-shirt, dragging my fingernails up and down his torso.

“It can get a bit tiring after a while, but the fans keep us going. I also have a countdown to when I'd see you again,” he confesses and I glance up at him, seeing a light blush on his cheeks.

A small laugh leaves my lips, scooting up a bit to press a kiss to his lips. “I love you so much, Ashton. I honestly don't know what I'd be doing right now if you weren't in my life. You support me on everything. I just… you're incredible,” I tell him as his fingers toy with mine.

He grins, pressing a short kiss to my forehead. “You're literally my world, Y/N. I will support you for both good and bad decisions you make,” Ash states and I slap his arm playfully, “hey! We both know you made some bad decisions in the past ten years,” he laughs, wrapping an arm over my shoulders.

I nod, laughing as I lean my head against his. “Okay, I have but so have you, mister!”

“Maybe those bad decisions made us realize how good we are together,” Ashton smiles before removing his arm, getting off the bed to grab his laptop. I cross my legs, fiddling with the blanket as Ash sat back down beside me. “So, did you want to get married here in California or somewhere else?”

I chew my bottom lip for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. “Will you be upset if I said no?” I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.

Ashton furrows his brows, shaking his head lightly. “No, of course not. Can I take a guess as to why you don't?” He questions and I nod my head for him to continue. “You think paparazzi will find out and manage to get into the venue and ruin our day.”

I couldn't help but scoff a bit, shaking my head. “Wow you're good at this game,” I chuckle a bit before biting my lip again, resting my hand on his chest. “But, yeah. I just want my rockstar of a man to myself for a day and not share him with the media,” I smirk and Ash rolls his eyes.

“I'm not a rockstar, babe.”

“Oh, I highly disagree,” I cut him off, placing a finger to his pink lips. “You are such an amazing drummer. Every show my eyes always gravitate to you behind your drum kit, smashing them drums like there's no tomorrow.”

Ashton smiles down at me, feeling his lips curl up against my finger. “Jesus, you're adorable.”

I shrug, grinning ear to ear as I lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I like to think so.”

-

Thanksgiving…

Ashton and I pull into my grandparent's driveway in Topsfield, Massachusetts. I grab Ash’s 5SOS III hoodie from the backseat, throwing it over my head as I let out a brrr noise. “Well, I should've known better that it’d be cold here,” I laugh as Ashton turns the rental car off, laughing a bit.

“I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so,” he laughs and I punch his arm lightly, getting out of the car.

“Shut up! You were the one who was supposed to check the weather,” I exclaim while grabbing our bags from the trunk as Ashton grabs the desserts we bought on the way here.

The two of us step up to the cute house, knocking on the door a few times before heading in. My mom walked around the corner, her lips forming a large smile. “Ma! Y/N and Ashton are here,” she calls out into the kitchen as I smile, setting the bags near the stairs before making my way towards her.

Grandma L/N walks over to the three of us, grinning widely as she opened her arms. “My sweet child. It's so good to see you,” she gave me a hug before moving to Ash. “Ashton, sweetheart! How are you?!”

The hazel-eyed man smiles, hugging my grandmother. “It's good to see you too, Anne-”

“Please. You can call me grandma,” she smiles softly as did I, happy about how they treat him as part of the family. “So, can I see the ring?”

I chuckle, nodding my head as I stuck my hand out in front of me. Ashton places a small kiss on my shoulder before heading toward the kitchen to drop off the deserts.

“When's the wedding?” My aunt Claire asks as we sit on the sofa in the living room.

“It's gonna be October 19, 2019. Next year,” I tell them, grinning as I fiddled with the ring. “I can't wait to marry my best friend,” I mumble, glancing towards Ashton who was chatting with my uncles and step-father.

My mom pats my knee, smiling at me. “I'm so happy you found someone who makes you really happy. It's a plus that he's a childhood friend,” she informs me and I nod my head, feeling my heart flutter.

The guys made their way to the living room, sitting down beside their spouses and Ashton sits down beside me. His arm drapes over the back of the couch, slender fingers brushing against my clothed shoulder.

“Have you two figured out where the wedding is going to be held?” My stepfather asks and I let out an awkward chuckle before shaking my head no.

I look up to Ash, grinning a bit. “I guess we should do all that stuff soon, huh?” I laugh as he nods his head, scratching his scruffy chin.

“I think I want it close to home,” I mumble, glancing towards my grandmother. “Do they have any wedding venues here in Topsfield?” I ask, feeling Ashton remove his hand from behind me before lacing our fingers together.

She looks to be in thought and I take out my phone, making a note to look into it later on. “There might be. I'm not too sure, sweetie.”

-

Christmas

I woke up to Ashton’s lips on my neck, his fingers gently kneading into my hips. I let out a soft groan before turning over to face him.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbles, pecking my lips and I grin, stretching a bit.

“Merry Christmas, Ash,” I whisper while shifting a little, pressing a short kiss in return.

He shifts away from me, grabbing an envelope and I raise my eyebrows in curiosity. “I got you something and can’t wait to give it to you with all the other gifts,” Ashton tells me and I give him a look.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” I playfully scold while taking the envelope from his hands.

“And you don't need to buy me things, yet did you?” He asks and I press my lips together before nodding, a giggle escaping my lips. “Exactly. Now open it!”

I let out a yawn while opening the envelope, pulling out a check made for two thousand dollars. My lips part, snapping my head towards Ash as he had a stupid grin on his pink lips. “W-What is this for?!” I ask, flabbergast by the amount.

Ashton didn't answer right away, just staring down at me before pressing a short kiss to my cheek. “It's for your wedding dress, beautiful. I crunched up the numbers a few weeks ago and decided that'd be a good amount,” he while his fingers tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Baby, I don't need this much for a dress,” I try to explain but he cuts me off by placing a finger to my lips.

“This is our wedding, lovely. If you happen to find a dress that you fall in love with and you happen to think it's too expensive... don't. I know you won't use the entire two grand, but I'm giving you the option too.”

-

New Years

Ashton and I were hosting this year's New Years party and we just finished setting up… two hours before said party. Honestly, we got a bit carried away on our kitchen island earlier… it's clean now don't worry. I wrap an arm around Ash’s waist as the two of us admired our decorated house, seeing the table of buzzers, hats, and glasses. “We did good, Irwin,” I tell him, patting his back as he nods his head.

“Yeah, we did.”

It was about half an hour to midnight and all our friends were hanging out in our backyard, drinks in hands. My eyes drift towards Ash as he was conversing with Luke. A grin came to my lips as I noticed how happy he always looks when with his friends.

“Hey, Mrs. Irwin,” Calum’s voice chimes and I turn my head to face him.

I roll my eyes, my fingers fumbling with the engagement ring as I let out a chuckle. “Technically I'm still Ms. L/N,” I laugh, grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah, well, close enough. Have you guys planned anything yet?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink. I shake my head, turning back towards Ashton to see his eyes on us. “You should probably get a move on. The wedding is in ten months.”

“I know, I know. Well, you guys are taking a small break from the tour so Ash and I will finally be able to sit down and figure it out. Don't worry, Cal!” I pat his shoulder, giving him a small smile before heading towards Ash who's now standing alone.

The cute hazel-eyed man gave me a grin as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “Hi, baby. What were you two talkin’ bout?”

I chuckle, knowing Ashton’s feeling good at the moment as I rest a hand on his chest, threading my fingers through his exposed chest hair. “Wedding stuff. He called me Mrs. Irwin,” I smirk, my other hand traveling up his back before combing my fingers through his hair.

“Mm. Mrs. Irwin. I can't wait to officially call you that,” Ashton hums, his fingers trailing under my shirt. “I can't wait to marry you. I'm so glad you walked into my life, Y/N.”

My cheeks blush, feeling my heart flutter in my chest as I saw the passion and love in his beautiful eyes. I could hear our friends counting down as the ball dropped on the television in the living room, the sounds of it flowing outside. “I love you so much, Mr. Irwin,” I whisper, the hand on his chest moving up to his shoulder.

3…

2… “I love you too, soon to be Mrs. Irwin.”

1… “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone shouts as Ash dips his head down, capturing his lips with mine. I stand on my toes, gripping his hair gently as I return the kiss, his hand cupping my cheek softly.

-

I click on the YouTube app on our smart TV as I sit down on our couch, computer in hand. Markiplier’s video of Welcome to the Game began to play, chuckling at his goofiness as I turn on my laptop.

The Kleinfeld's website began to fill my computer screen as I aimlessly began looking at their dresses. I tap against my chin before combing my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh.

“Look at you, babe. My gaming nerd has claimed the TV,” Ashton jokes, pressing a kiss to the back of my head, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Whatcha doin’? Oh,” he drags out upon seeing the website.

I lean my head back, looking up at the handsome drummer. “I'm trying to decide if I wanna go to Kleinfeld's or somewhere else. I love what they have, but I don't know how far they are from Grams. Plus, if I want my girls to go they'd have to get plane tickets and-,”

“Hey, breathe,” Ashton started, Markiplier’s voice fading out a bit as my fianceé sat down beside me. “I'm sure the girls will do anything in their power to go with you. It's your big day and last I heard from the guys, they're pretty excited. Don't stress yourself out, alright? Go to Kleinfelds, find the perfect dress for our wedding. I love anything and everything on you, so I'm gonna love it either way.”

I take a deep, nodding my head as Ash wraps his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest, taking in his scent. Vanilla, my favorite. “I seriously love you. I know I say it all the time, but you are my rock and I couldn't ask for anyone better,” I mumble into his chest, feeling his large hand rub up and down my upper back.

Ashton presses a kiss to my forehead, humming quietly as he kept rubbing my back. “I love you, Y/N.”

-

Steff, Mariah, Payton, and I walk into Kleinfeld's together. My eyes widen a bit, taking in the beauty of the place. “Wow. It's more gorgeous than it looks on television,” I mumble while my fingers tangle together, feeling the nerves begin.

The four of us step up to the front counter and I give the girl behind it a small smile. “Hi! Do you have an appointment?” She asks, grinning widely and I nod my head.

“Yeah, um, my name's Y/N L/N,” I provide her and she nods her head, typing it up on the computer before returning her gaze to me.

“Alright, Y/N. If you guys could just sit over there,” she motioned towards the waiting area and the girls already made their way to the couches, “someone will be with you shortly.”

I smile softly, fiddling with the engagement ring. “Thank you so much,” I tell her. I walk towards the girls, seeing each of them looking at the wedding dresses across the room. “I can't believe we're here,” I mumble to them, my eyes looking all around the place.

Steff’s lips moved to say something when my phone rings loudly. I widen my eyes, quickly pulling it out of my purse seeing Ashton’s name and picture on the screen. I mouth sorry to her before answering it, pressing the device to my ear.

“Hey, Ash,” I answer as a smile came to my lips.

“Hey, baby girl. Are you there, yet?” He asks and I nod my head.

“Yeah, we're just waiting for a consultant to come get us,” I say, crossing my ankles. “Did you have fun with the guys last night?” I ask, leaning back in my chair before looking to my friends, seeing them making lovey-dovey faces at me. I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

“I did. We got a couple drinks at the bar near Cal’s place then we all came back here to play Fortnite,” Ashton laughs and I join in.

“Michael force you guys to play or?” I ask, twirling my hair around my finger, gaining Steff’s attention at the sound of her boyfriend's name.

“What about Mikey?” She asks and I wave my hand, motioning that I’d tell her after.

“Eh, no. Honestly, he and Luke played while Calum and I watched. So, you're gonna show me what dress you get, right?” He questions and I scoff, combing my fingers through my hair.

“Did you really think that'd work or?” I laugh, sitting up before resting my elbows on my knees. “You know it's bad luck to see the dress before the wedding, silly,” I tell him before letting out a small sigh, the smile dropping from my lips.

“What's wrong?”

“I just… honestly, I'm pretty nervous that I'm not gonna find one that I'll love,” I confess, the girls beside me frowning as Mariah rubs my back reassuringly.

“Baby, keep an open mind when trying them on. Don't let the girls tell you what you look good in. Trust your heart and gut, okay?” Ashton tells me and I smile softly.

“Okay, I will. Thanks, handsome.”

A tall brunette walks over to us, a smile on her lips as she holds a clipboard. “Which one of us is the bride?” She asks and I quickly raise my hand.

“Hey, babe. I gotta go. I'll call you later,” I tell him, gathering my things before standing up.

“Alright. I love you. Have fun.”

“I love you, too,” I mumble before hanging up the phone, tossing it into my purse. “Sorry about that.”

The consultant shakes her head, leading us towards a couch and a small chair beside it. Seeing Yes to the Dress enough times, I sit down in the chair as my girls sit on the couch. “That's quite alright. So, what's your name and who did you bring?”

“Well, I'm Y/N and I brought my maid of honor, Mariah, and my two bridesmaids Steff and Payton,” I introduce, grinning as I set my hands back in my lap.

“Nice to meet you guys,” she comments, shaking each of our hands before standing next to me once again. “Well I'm Nicole and I'll be your consultant for the day. What's your budget?” Nicole asks me.

“Uh, two thousand,” I tell her.

She nods her head before looking towards my girlfriends. “Is there anything specific you guys would like to see her in?” Nicole asks them and they shake their head, small smiles on their faces. “Okay! Y/N, if you could follow me we’ll get you into a dressing room!”

I fiddle with my ring as I stand up, glancing back towards the girls mouthing wish me luck as I follow Nicole towards the back. We pass some other brides in dresses, making small comments in my head on how beautiful they look.

“So,” Nicole begins as we get into the room and I sit down on the chair, “what's your fianceé like?” She asks while grinning, clasping her hands together.

I let out a small laugh, my heart fluttering as I comb my fingers through my hair. “Oh man, where do I start? Well, his name is Ashton. We're childhood friends. I had part ways from him after he left the country to start his band and we had run into each other again at a concert me and a few friends went too. Even though we hadn't seen each other in about two years he looked the same except his hair was curlier. Anyway, in 2014 he asked me out for the first time and I said yes since I've basically been in love with him since we were preteens. Six years later we're still together, going strong and getting married.” I finish explaining, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“That is so adorable! I'm so happy for you two. Do you have a venue yet?” She asks and I shake my head.

“Unfortunately, no. Work’s been a hassle for the both of us, but I know I want it in Massachusetts,” I tell her, crossing my legs.

“Massachusetts is a beautiful place. When's your wedding day?”

“October 19th,” I smile, getting a bit anxious at how close it's getting.

Nicole claps her hands together, looking down at her clipboard. “Alright, well we should get started! Is there a certain style of dress you love the most?”

“Ball Gown,” I answer immediately. “And I'm not afraid of having a bit of color in my dress. I find the white and blush dresses to be gorgeous.”

The consultant nods, getting up from her chair before opening the door. “Okay! I'll be right back with a few dresses.”

-

I walk out to the main room where my friends were sitting, clutching the skirt of the dress in my hands. “Guys, I cannot believe I'm in a wedding dress right now,” I laugh, stepping up onto the small circle-like stage. I smooth over the fabric as Nicole lays out the train.

It was a pretty dress. Sweetheart neckline, a beaded bodice that stopped at my waist before flowing out to be a simple plain skirt. I press my lips together, looking at myself in the mirror.

“What are you thinking?” Nicole asks, a hand on her hips as she looks up at me.

I let out a small sigh, continuing to rub my hands over the fabric. “It's a pretty dress, but I'm just not feeling it, you know?” I glance down at her and she nods, telling me to turn around to show the girls.

I carefully maneuver myself, not wanting to tear the dress as I face my friends. “What do you girls think?”

Steff shakes her head first as the other three follow, giving me apologetic smiles.

“I think it's too simple,” Payton mentions and I nod, kind of agreeing with her.

“Alright! Onto the next!” Nicole mentions, helping me off the stage before heading back towards the dressing room.

-

Three dresses later and we still haven't found one that I'm completely in love with. I sit in the dressing room as Nicole went out to find some more. I bite my nails while bouncing my leg rapidly, getting a bit nervous. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when the door opens, Nicole and Randy coming into the room with large smiles on their faces.

“So, I've brought a friend with me,” Nicole grins.

“Hi, beautiful!” Randy calls out, setting the two dresses on the hooks as I stand up. “Do any of these catch your eye?”

I look over the dresses, seeing a couple blush ones in the mix as my eyes were drawn to one of them. A smile came to my lips as I pointed to the one on the far left. “This one! It's so gorgeous,” I mumble and Nicole nods, grabbing it off the hook as Randy steps out while wishing us luck.

After getting into it, feeling her clip up the back as I ran my hands over the tool skirt. “It's so gorgeous, oh my god,” I tell her, feeling good about this one.

“Yeah?! Wanna show everyone?” She asks and I nod. The two of us step out of the room, making our way back toward where my girls are sitting.

As soon as they see me they began to whoop and holler. I blush a bit, stepping onto the pedestal before Nicole lays out the large poofy skirt. “Honestly I love this dress,” I tell everyone, seeing Randy standing beside my consultant through the mirror. I could see the tears in my friend's eyes as I begin to shake my head. “No! Don't cry ’cause then I'll start crying.”

“Can I add some finishing touches?” Randy asks, stepping up to me with a veil in his hands. I nod my head, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Tears well up in my eyes as he finishes, stepping away while I look at myself in the mirror.

“Oh my god,” I mutter, sniffling a bit as a couple tears slip from my eyes. “I'm getting married to the love of my life.” I cry, laughing a bit as I wipe the tears away. I turn to face my friends, Randy and Nicole helping with the skirt.

Mariah wipes her face, a large smile on her lips. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Ashton doesn't know what's gonna hit him,” she giggles as well as the other girls.

“So, Y/N?” Nicole grabs my attention, grinning ear to ear.

“Are you saying yes to the dress?” Both she and Randy ask and I keep quiet for a moment before I nod my head.

“I'm saying yes to this dress!” I excitingly call out, bouncing a bit.

-

The three girls were down in the hotel restaurant, waiting for me as I pace in my our hotel room while my phone was pressed to my ear.

“Hello?!” Ashton answers sounding a bit out of breath and I chuckle quietly.

“Hey, handsome,” I smile, sitting down on the edge of mine and Payton’s bed.

“Oh, hey you. How did everything go?” He asks, hearing the smile in his voice and I twirl my hair around my finger.

I lay back, letting out a huff of breath. “It went well. We had gone through like four dresses before I found the one. Tears were shed,” I tell him, laughing a bit and Ashton’s gorgeous giggle came through the phone.

“Man, I bet you looked beautiful though,” he mentions and butterflies soar through my stomach.

“I can't wait for you to see on our wedding day. I love you so much and I can't wait to marry you,” I mumble, the tears building up again.

“I love you, too. Sometimes I can't believe I get to marry the love of my life,” Ashton comments and I nod my head even though he can't see me.

“I feel the same way, baby. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always…”

-

Taglist: @gotta-try-something-new @twilightparker @ashs-cheergirl @dashlilymark @lukeskisses @morningfears @h0tsos @kinglyhood @crownedbyluke @thebookamongmen @shower-me-with-roses

[dreadhaus-literature]

{January Collection} #1

This is apart of my January Headcanon Collection, and this is the first one! So welcome! There’s really no rules for this collection except I have to write at least one of these every single day, for all 31 days of the month.

I AM GOING TO DO THIS OR I WILL DESTROY THIS HAUS WITH MY ANGER...at myself.

😐

The first theme is, “The first traffic jam of the year.” 😙

No one likes being stuck in traffic, but it’s somehow even worse when it’s how the year begins

The highway is at a dead standstill for over a mile, and that means Jason Momoa and his girlfriend aren’t going anywhere anytime soon--

Only one of them actually seems bothered by that, and Jason is willing to bet it’s because Monica hasn’t realized this just means she gets him all to herself

Jason is also willing to bet it’s because she can’t handle the thought

“Sorry, babe. We’ll get the presents to the Haus soon, promise.”

It’s no secret it’s the Von Triplets’ birthday today and Monica had asked Jason to come along with her to pick up their gifts, as she was honestly too small to carry them--

Jason amended that she’s too smol to be doing anything alone anyway

“That’s why Daddy is here, angel. Let’s go.”

With the heavily tinted truck windows, Jason can enjoy the privacy of no one around them recognizing him, and that means letting his hair down

Literally. The hair tie is gone and with it also goes Monica’s concentration

Jason may or may not do that on purpose

He fucking does it on purpose

Shifting the truck to park and double-checking the doors are locked, Jason shifts his heavily muscled frame so he’s moreso facing His little girl, a twinkle in those brown eyes

Cue nervous fidgeting and Monica’s inner struggle of wanting to stare at Daddy and being unable to take His staring

“You wanna sit on Daddy’s lap while we’re stuck here, angel?”

“Wh...Wha...R-Really?”

More feminine, nervous fidgeting, which is countered by Jason’s masculine stillness, his large frame just awaiting what’s His

When Monica doesn’t move, Jason pats his thighs with an inviting smile

“Come here, baby.”

When Monica can’t move, Jason takes the liberty to reach across the center console and shift her onto his waiting lap--facing him, of course

Is there any other way to sit on someone’s lap? If there is, please teach this man because he only does it face to face

Not even pun intended, he fucks Monica missionary 90% of the time, just so he can fist a hand in her hair and make her meet his gaze while he pumps inside her slow and hard

With Monica now on his lap, Jason allows her to rest back against the steering wheel for a bit--but that’s just so he can appreciate her that much closer

Massive size difference

Seriously, Monica is the reason Jason has developed a nasty size kink

Jason, being built like a tank, all corded muscle and tanned, tatted skin; finds Monica is his perfect compliment, petite and perfect with feather-light bones and a body he can easily bend or even break

Their skin tones match in a way that makes white folks jealous

“Imagine the beautiful children they’ll have.”

Jason does, pretty much every fucking day

“Looking beautiful, baby. Have I told you that yet this hour?”

Jason’s a doting lover, an attentive boyfriend, and an all-giving Daddy, so it’s entirely possible he’s told her that within the last half hour, but it doesn’t matter

Jason constantly lavishes praise on His little girl

Part of Jason’s size kink does include hours of body worship

It’s honestly a wonder how Monica is still self-conscious of her body considering how many hours a day Jason spends laving it with his tongue, tracing it reverently with his hands, or leaving multiple comments on her social media accounts about how much he worships the ground she walks on

And when Monica’s brave enough to send him a nude?

Game. Fucking. Over.

Not only will she be bombarded with text after text of all the things Jason can’t wait to do to her when he gets home, she’s got to “suffer” through hours of messages and then face-to-face compliments and praise

That praising mouth has other uses, too

At the moment, it’s finding the space between their bodies a little difficult and Jason closes the distance between himself and Monica for a kiss

Despite the modified Family truck, Jason’s head is still near the ceiling and he’s still towering over Monica, nearly bending her backward against the steering wheel

She’d be terrified of sounding the horn if she wasn’t otherwise preoccupied

Preoccupied with Jason’s tongue sliding between her lips

Jason’s kisses are warm like honey and taste just as sweet, with just a hint of spice as exotic as the tint of hazel in his brown eyes. It’s incredibly easy to get lost to what that mouth can do and Monica’s small hands fly to his broad shoulders for an anchor

Jason kisses with his eyes open, so that he can watch Monica’s expression and drink it in just as he’s doing from her mouth

Jason loves her fangs

He teases her with a taste of his blood by running his tongue over her fangs, but not enough to break skin; she’ll whine and arch against him, the need to taste him paramount and pooling heat low but he won’t give in

He won’t give in until she asks like a good girl

One large hand is splayed against the small of Monica’s back to force her harder and higher into Jason’s body, as his tongue deepens the kiss and draws more of her into his mouth

Jason is a fucking good kisser

Heavy make-out sessions are nothing new for Monica, having been dating Jason for a long while now, but every time is like the first time because he treats her that way

He stares at her like it’s the first time he’s seeing her, falling in love at first sight just like the first time

Jason’s other hand slides down to cup her ass with a deep grunt of appreciation for that supple, spankable, biteable flesh

Hard, slow grinding down onto Daddy’s thick cock

Mild awareness that the side windows are tinted to the max, but the windshield isn’t for visibility reasons...so others can somewhat see what’s going on in the truck cabin

Jason does not give a fuck

It’s never easy to tell whether Jason actually means to fuck Monica here and now, or if he’s just teasing

Jason is just as adept at teasing as he is kissing

With the standstill around them, there might be time for a quickie

They’re no strangers to quickies; with Jason’s sometimes grueling work schedule they fit in time for each other whenever they can and Monica is never going to complain about getting her bottom knocked out by Daddy

“You taste so fucking good, angel.”

That deep voice purrs when he whispers to her, not bothering to separate their mouths because he’s just going to go back to kissing her

When he does release her mouth, it’s only to attack her throat

Jason’s picked up a nasty habit from other members of the Family...

Marking.

Jason may not have sharp teeth but he more than makes up for it by exchanging sharp bites for slow ones, with a combination of teeth and tongue and rough suckling that curls Monica’s toes in her high heels

Monica’s hands fly to Jason’s hair as if to hold him to her, but he wasn’t going anywhere

Daddy’s busy marking what’s His

Jason is fascinated by Monica’s still pulse, and he plays with the idea of where it might be strongest, leaving marks in his wake

His favorite spot to mark is right at the curve of her throat, so he can lave his tongue up the swell of her vulnerable throat before biting down so hard she cries out

“That’s a good girl. Whine for Daddy.”

Monica is nearly mewling, it feels so good

“Grind down harder, angel. Daddy’s cock needs to feel you.”

Anything, anything so he’ll keep doing what he’s doing

Knock, knock.

Jason pauses, head still buried against Monica’s throat, but she’s gone absolutely rigid, startled eyes on the window

It’s a panic that settles into her bones when Jason rolls the damn window down with her still in his lap, throat bruised to hell and back by that swollen mouth of his

“Is there a problem, Officer?”

“Yes, are you aware the traffic jam’s cleared and you’re in the center lane, not movi--Jason Momoa?!”

There’s a lot of perks to dating Jason Momoa, but today Monica was just going to count not having to call one of the Family lawyers to get them out of a traffic violation...for nearly fucking in the middle of the hallway

Welcome to your 2019, Monica. 💦

[aion-rsa]

New on Netflix: December 2020 Releases

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The year is almost over. The Hargreeves kids have saved the world and Beth Harmon has checkmated her last opponent. But in its new releases for December 2020, Netflix still has some tricks up its sleeve.

For starters, Netflix is ending this most curious year with some promising original films. David Fincher’s long-awaited Mank arrives on Dec. 4 to fill us in on the story of Citizen Kane‘s screenwriter. Then on Dec. 11, Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman, and James Corden do their best musical impression with The Prom. Chadwick Boseman’s final film Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom debuts on Dec. 18. Then George Clooney rounds out the month with The Midnight Sky on Dec. 23.

But of course, it’s in the original series realm where Netflix does most of its work. The biggest one comes at month’s end this December. The final season of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina premieres on New Year’s Eve. Prior to that, Big Mouth season 4 debuts on Dec. 4 and Shonda Rhimes first Netflix effort Bridgerton premieres on Christmas Day.

Netflix’s library isn’t swelling too much this month with only E.T. and Jurassic Park being the classic genre movies of note. But with that lineup of original films and series, we should have plenty to ring in the New Year with.

New on Netflix: December 2020

December 1

Angela’s Christmas Wish — NETFLIX FILM

The Holiday Movies That Made Us — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Natalie Palamides: Nate – A One Man Show — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL

3 Days to Kill (2014)

50 First Dates (2004)

A Thin Line Between Love & Hate (1996)

Angels & Demons (2009)

Are You The One: Seasons 1-2

Chef (2014)

The Da Vinci Code (2006)

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982)

Effie Gray (2014)

Gormiti: Season 1

The Happytime Murders (2018)

Ink Master: Seasons 1-2

Jurassic Park (1993)

Jurassic Park III (2001)

Kung Fu Panda 2 (2011)

Little Nicky (2000)

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)

Monster House (2006)

Peppermint (2018)

Quigley Down Under (1990)

Runaway Bride (1999)

Super Wings: Season 3

Stargate SG-1: Seasons 1-10

Transformers Rescue Bots Academy: Season 2

Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Big Happy Family (2011)

Why Did I Get Married? (2007)

December 2

Alien Worlds — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

Ari Eldjárn: Pardon My Icelandic — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL

Fierce — NETFLIX FILM

Hazel Brugger: Tropical — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL

December 3

Break — NETFLIX FILM

Chico Bon Bon and the Very Berry Holiday — NETFLIX FAMILY

Just Another Christmas (Tudo Bem No Natal Que Vem) — NETFLIX FILM

December 4

Bhaag Beanie Bhaag — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Big Mouth: Season 4 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Bombay Rose — NETFLIX FILM

Captain Underpants Mega Blissmas — NETFLIX FAMILY

Christmas Crossfire (Wir Können Nicht Anders) — NETFLIX FILM

The Great British Baking Show: Holidays: Season 3 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Kings of Joburg:  Season 1

Leyla Everlasting — NETFLIX FILM

MANK — NETFLIX FILM

Pokémon Journeys: The Series: Part 3 — NETFLIX FAMILY

Selena: The Series — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

December 5

Detention — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Mighty Express: A Mighty Christmas — NETFLIX FAMILY

December 7

Ava (2020)

Manhunt: Deadly Games

December 8

Bobbleheads The Movie (2020)

Emicida: AmarElo – É Tudo Para Ontem — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

Lovestruck in the City — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Mr. Iglesias: Part 3 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Spirit Riding Free: Ride Along Adventure — NETFLIX FAMILY

Super Monsters: Santa’s Super Monster Helpers — NETFLIX FAMILY

Triple 9 (2016)

December 9

Ashley Garcia: Genius in Love: Christmas — NETFLIX FAMILY

The Big Show Show: Christmas — NETFLIX FAMILY

Rose Island (L’Incredibile storia dell’Isola Delle Rose) — NETFLIX FILM

The Surgeon’s Cut — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

December 10

Alice in Borderland — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

December 11

A Trash Truck Christmas — NETFLIX FAMILY

Canvas — NETFLIX FILM

Giving Voice — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

The Mess You Leave Behind (El desorden que dejas) — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

The Prom — NETFLIX FILM

December 14

A California Christmas — NETFLIX FILM

Hilda: Season 2 — NETFLIX FAMILY

Tiny Pretty Things — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

December 15

Black Ink Crew New York: Seasons 1-2

The Challenge: Seasons 10 and 13

Grizzlies (2020)

The Professor and the Madman (2019)

Pup Academy: Season 2

Song Exploder: Volume 2 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Teen Mom 2: Seasons 1-2

December 16

Anitta: Made In Honorio — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

BREAK IT ALL: The History of Rock in Latin America — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

How To Ruin Christmas: The Wedding — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Nocturnal Animals (2016)

The Ripper — NETFLIX DOCUMENTARY

Run On — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Vir Das: Outside In – The Lockdown Special — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

December 17

Braven (2018)

December 18

Guest House (2020)

Home for Christmas: Season 2 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Jeopardy! Champion Run V

Jeopardy! Champion Run VI

Jeopardy! Teacher’s Tournament

Jeopardy! College Championship

Jeopardy! Tournament of Champions

Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom — NETFLIX FILM

Sweet Home — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

December 20

Rhys Nicholson Live At The Athenaeum (2019)

December 21

The Con Is On (2018)

December 22

After We Collided (2020)

London Hughes: To Catch a D*ck — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL

Rhyme Time Town Singalongs — NETFLIX FAMILY

Shaun the Sheep: The Farmer’s Llamas (2020)

Timmy Time: Season 2

December 23

The Midnight Sky — NETFLIX FILM

Your Name Engraved Herein — NETFLIX FILM

December 25

Bridgerton — NETFLIX ORIGINAL 

December 26

Asphalt Burning (Børning 3) — NETFLIX FILM

DNA — NETFLIX FILM

Fast & Furious Spy Racers: Season 3: Sahara — NETFLIX FAMILY

Go! Go! Cory Carson: Season 3 — NETFLIX FAMILY

The Magic School Bus Rides Again In the Zone — NETFLIX FAMILY

December 27

Sakho & Mangane: Season 1

December 28

Cops and Robbers — NETFLIX FILM

Rango (2011)

December 29

Dare Me: Season 1

December 30

Best Leftovers Ever! — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Equinox — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

Transformers: War For Cybertron Trilogy: Chapter 2: Earthrise — NETFLIX ANIME

December 31

Best of Stand-Up 2020 — NETFLIX COMEDY SPECIAL

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: Part 4 — NETFLIX ORIGINAL

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Leaving Netflix: December 2020

December 1

Heartbreakers (2001)

The Lobster (2015)

December 4

Cabin Fever (2016)

Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch (2018)

December 5

The Rum Diary (2011)

December 6

The Secret (2006)

December 7

Berlin, I Love You (2019)

The Art of the Steal (2013)

December 8

Sin senos sí hay paraíso: Seasons 1-3

December 10

Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2 (2018)

December 14

Hart of Dixie: Seasons 1-4

December 17

Ip Man 3 (2015)

December 22

The Little Hours (2017)

December 24

The West Wing: Seasons 1-7

December 25

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

December 27

Fifty (2015)

December 28

Lawless (2012)

December 29

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016)

December 30

Dexter: Seasons 1-8

Hell on Wheels: Seasons 1-5

Ip Man (2008)

Ip Man 2 (2010)

Nurse Jackie: Seasons 1-7

December 31

Airplane! (1980)

An Education (2009)

Anna Karenina (2012)

Baby Mama (2008)

Back to the Future (1985)

Back to the Future Part II (1989)

Back to the Future Part III (1990)

Bad Teacher (2011)

Barbershop (2002)

Being John Malkovich (1999)

Cape Fear (1991)

Casper (1995)

Charlie St. Cloud (2010)

Coneheads (1993)

Definitely, Maybe (2008)

Dennis the Menace (1993)

Drugs, Inc.: Season 6

The Dukes of Hazzard (2005)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

Fargo (1996)

For Love or Money (1993)

Frida (2002)

Gossip Girl: Seasons 1-6

Grand Hotel: Seasons 1-3

Her (2013)

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)

The Inbetweeners: Seasons 1-3

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)

Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)

The Interview (2014)

Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004)

Nacho Libre (2006)

Not Another Teen Movie (2001)

The Notebook (2004)

Octonauts: Seasons 1-3

The Office : Seasons 1-9

Poltergeist (1982)

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Session 9 (2001)

Splice (2009)

Starsky & Hutch (2004)

Superman Returns (2006)

The Town (2010)

Troy (2004)

WarGames (1983)

The Witches (1990)

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