#cannot for the life of me settle down until after midnight on school nights (probably because i’m passing out for three hours after school)
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overwhelming urge to just grab his face between my hands to stare at him for a while and trace over his features with my thumbs and kiss him until he’s smiling and laughing and
#banging my head on the table AAAAGH#hee’s so pretty i’m never going to get over it :(#literally my first impressions on him being that one fact… rgrhrgr he makes me insane#i’m never gonna be normal over him. i can try soooo hard but i can’t and it’s painfully obvious#still thinking about my recent BC reread. deeeefinitely thinking about changing his tag to warmshipping because it’s genuinely sticking#being that light in the darkness for him or whatever… agsjfhf collapses on the floor#sometimes i drive myself insane >_>#i’ve been having like the worst time Ever falling asleep recently#cannot for the life of me settle down until after midnight on school nights (probably because i’m passing out for three hours after school)#so my daydreams and spacing out recently have just been me thinking about marik and maybe him being. fretful over me. as a treat. :3#NOT LIKE OVERLY FRETFUL but sorta the thing melv does with me where he does or makes things more often for me#except he’s like five times more obvious about it than melv is lol#was in the middle of making tea earlier and i thought about him being the one making it for me instead#i can imagine him trying to remember how i make it and being just a liiittle bit off#but of course i’d never tell him that because the gesture is sweet and the fact he even tried at all is Everything#just. silly things like that have been infesting my mind recently#him doing things he doesn’t usually do just to try and cheer me up#i like thinking of him being and doing sweet stuff like that (even if he can’t do some of the stuff perfectly)#siiighs just. i love my boyfriend <3 i think of him too much agshgghdjf#warmshipping
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Breaking and Entering
Summary: Your cat gets you into trouble with your grumpy new neighbour
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader
>>> chapter 2
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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of abuse; anxiety, angst, grumpy neighbour / Also: English is not my native language and this is my first and probably last attempt at writing. I do not even know why I tried. This is eventually a result of procrastinating from learning for my exam next week. I mixed up tenses.
Also not betad.
Words: 2.127
Here you were. New Job. New city. New apartment. Again. The past years have been a hassle of starting over.
When did your life take that turn? When your mother died? When you had to leave your grandfather to live with your father because you were underage? When instead going to study English literature like you always dreamed of your father made sure you’d get some fancy business master’s degree? Or when your ex-fiancé abused you and no one believed you because he was not just abusive but manipulative. Your life possibly finally took that turn when you ran. Head over heels. Leaving everything behind but your cat. You stopped counting the places you lived. Well rather visited for you never stayed long. Sometimes your ex would show up and you’d flee. Or you thought you had seen him in a crowd and flee. Or you were getting restless. High Functioning Flight Mode. All the damn time.
Moving days were a constant companion and those days smelled like freedom. It was just you, your SUV and your cat. The little fella would proudly ride shotgun while you sang along your old school rock playlist. Your whole life fit into a car.
This time it is Minneapolis. Large city. Anonymous, easy to vanish. You scored a job at a major financial player. Major as in Fortune 500 major. Thankfully, you worked project based for a while now, so no one ever really questioned your constant moving all over the nation. If they ever read that far in your resume that is. Summa cum laude in combination with a Harvard degree opened most doors for you.
The furnished apartment you found was in a half decent neighbourhood for a change. It was not the smallest you’d lived in and it faced the back of the building onto a yard hosting a huge oak tree.
Settling into Minneapolis was easier than it should have been. Your new co-workers were friendly. Too friendly. Not one lunch break you would get to spend on your own. Especially Marta from accounting was keen to talk to you. She was lovely. It was not her fault you never made friends. Because you never stayed. But still, that insistent woman and a couple of more people gave you a sense of familiarity you would never have expected from a huge company like that.
Most of the new neighbours greeted friendly too. Most, apart from one. When you were unloading your car, he stood right in your way, a bear of a man, shooting you a death glare. Mumbling something about not being allowed to park here and stomping off. You did not pay attention to his word, being intimidated by his sheer size. A broad beast, grumpy at that. You made a mental note to avoid him. Great plan.
Here ‘s the thing with your plans: they tend to simply not work. Three weeks after starting over, you come home to for once not being greeted by Jack. Your cat Jack. Named after an infamous pirate because of his funny face and weird way to walk. Not being greeted by Jack stirred panic. He was old but almost never failed to wait at the door for you. He did not today. Searching the whole place for him you came up empty. When you realised, you had left the bedroom window open in the morning you started to hyperventilate. He liked to sit outside on the fire escape while you got ready in the mornings. Looking outside he is not there either. By now you were freaking out, running downstairs, calling for Jack. Climbing up the roof. Nothing. By now you were crying. Starting to search the apartment one more time. And then once more. At some point you cried yourself to sleep until you are woken up by frantic knocking at your door. While still trying to figure out where you’re at, you glimpse the clock. It says 2 a.m.. Great. And what is this noise? Right. Knocking. On the door. Furious by now.
Opening your door, you find your grumpy neighbour. Even more grumpy. Scowling. „Is this thing yours? “ he asks, lifting Jack into your line of vision.
As relieved as you were to have your cat back. That was when things got out of hand. Thanks to that scare you frantically double checked every window every day before leaving for work. All is good for five days. When you get home on the sixth though – Jack is gone. Again. And the window you double checked the very same morning is open. You panic. Torn between hoping Jack broke into your grumpy neighbours’ place again hence being safe and him sitting on the roof calling out pigeons. You check the yard, the roof. No Jack. Hesitantly you knock at Mr. Grumpy’s door. No answer. Going onto midnight you hear the elevator and spy onto the floor. There he is. You brace yourself and head out. Looking apologetic. „um Hi, I am so sorry, but my cat escaped again. Would you mind checking if he did break into your place again? “. He does not answer. Unless grunts count as answers. He just raises an eyebrow at you and tilts his head in direction of his door. You avoid breathing and follow him into his apartment. Where you find your cat sits lounging on the couch like he owns the place. You cannot help but snort. That is what you get naming the little fella after a pirate. Breaking and entering seems to be his thing. It takes you a moment to realise Mr. Grumpy is staring at you, so you take a deep breath, apologize again and introduce yourself. „You really need to close your windows, you know? Not just from keeping that thing in your place but also to keep others out.“. Telling him, you double checked your windows just earns you a headshake. And there is that critical eyebrow again. Great. Then it dawns on you „if your so adamant on checking windows, how do you think Jack got in here? “. Now he looks puzzled. „Who is Jack? “ he asks and you fight hard to not snort again. “The cat, obviously” you answer. That earns you another grunt. ‘Great at communication that specimen’ you think and grab your cat. “Uhm, I am so sorry he, uhm…, we invaded your place again. So so sorry. Thanks for your patience. Good night, Mister?” “Marshall”. And that is the last thing he says. “Well good night Mister Marshall”. At that you hold on to your furry, purring companion and head back into your apartment. From now it will be triple checking the windows it seems.
Three times within the next you need to get your cat from his new favourite hideaway during the next week. The only new thing is Mr Grumpy telling you “it’s just Marshall”. Everything else is the same. Like being trapped in a fucking time lapse. Him scowling, telling you to “fucking check your windows” and giving you that critical eyebrow of doom. Each time though, you start to notice things. About his place. About him. He seems to live out of boxes. His shelves are empty. The only cosy thing seems to be the fluffy blanket Jack made his favourite place on the black leather couch. Also, he wears a gun. And a batch. You despise guns but guess this one comes with the job. And his accent is foreign. No, not foreign, it is English. A bit like a lost, grumpy Mr. Darcy. WHAT? Mr. Darcy? You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you finally going insane? Now take your cat and get out of here!
How do you reason with a cat? You surely tried but the next time you have not even noticed Jack vanishing. It’s a Saturday and you were just filling your coffee cup when there is knocking on your door again. You open the door to a sleepy looking Marshall, holding Jack. Shrugging. Something is different. Taking your cat out of his huge hands you are about to apologize again, when he beats you to speaking “did you just make coffee?”. You nod and he steps into your apartment. “Well, come in, why don’t you?” you mutter and find him standing in front of your kitchen island, scratching his head, looking kind of lost. With huge eyes and a suddenly small voice he says “sorry for barging in like that, your little fella here woke me up. Pretty sassy for such a small guy. Would you mind sharing a cup of coffee? I forgot to go grocery shopping and seem to run out of everything.”. For a moment you stare at him, stunned from the number of words he just threw at you and the lack of grunts. When you remember how to use your words, you tell him to take a seat, grab a cup and ask him how he prefers his coffee. Fixing both your cups and setting them on the table you finally get to apologize again for your little intruder, constantly breaking into his place. Marshall just shrugs at that and admits, that he has no idea how Jack opens the windows. He himself started to double and triple check his windows and it should not even be possible to open them from the outside. It is that moment you realise what is different. He looks sleepy but barely as tired as before and more important. He’s not grumpy. That’s new. And you do not know how to handle that. After silently drinking his coffee, he thanks you for the coffee and crouches down to pet Jack and tells him something that sounds like ‘see you mate’, then tells you goodbye and takes his leave.
It is the next Friday that you come home to a post-it on your door with “Jack is visiting” scribbled on it. Somehow you remember your cat not being overly fond with men, but he seems to have a soft spot for this one. Or his couch. Taking a deep breath, you turn and move over to knock at the next door. Heavy relaxed footsteps near and Marshall opens the door widely, motioning for you to come in. “We were just about to choose a movie and call for pizza. Why don’t you change into something more comfortable and join us?”. You look at the man as if he did just grow two more heads. Raising his eyebrow at you he adds “maybe choose pizza before you head over, so I can order already”. Shaking off the initial shock, you apologize. Before you can actually try to take a leave, he sternly asks “did you have dinner?”. When you shake your head, he repeats “come on, it’s just pizza and a movie. And maybe we should use the opportunity to discuss a shared custody arrangement for Jack.”. At that your stomach rumbles and when you see the glint in Marshalls eyes, you know this is a battle not worth fighting. And you are hungry. You tell him your pizza order and head over to shower and get changed. You wonder how you are not nervous about this. Since things went south with your ex you could hardly stand to be alone with one man. Let alone spend the evening at his place for dinner and movie.
Back at Marshalls place he offers you a bottle of water and his cosy looking armchair. While himself settling beside Jack on the couch. He suggests watching pirates of the Caribbean and you accept, telling him that you actually named the cat after Jack Sparrow to which he counters “It’s captain. Captain Jack Sparrow.”. The evening proceeds with you watching the movie, laughing and having pizza. You are taken aback to realise he actually ordered some extra tuna for Jack. From time to time, you catch yourself watching Marshall instead of the movie. He seems so much younger when relaxed. And handsome. How did you not realise what a beautiful face hides behind those curls and that beard?
After the movie you grab your snoring cat and thank Marshall for the evening when he pushes something cold into your free hand. You need a moment to realise, that he just handed you a key and give him a puzzled look. “I told you we’ll need a shared custody agreement, considering this little one keeps breaking and entering and claiming this apartment. I often work long hours and when shit hits the fan even spend the nights at the office. You might need it to retrieve the lodger.”. With that he winks - well tries to and fails – and opens the door for you, telling you goodnight.
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henlo, it is I, zircon, who cannot focus on one project at a time to save my life /hj
But I was struck with a Need to make a character for @alch3mic‘s yandere!fairy tale AU. I didn’t even have any ideas going into this. I just went. “I need to make a character.” For some reason. Hell, I actually know next to nothing about either Dancetale or Twelve Dancing Princesses -- I literally did research for this upon waking up this morning, and then when I scrapped through enough ideas, I finally settled on this!
Also, I know Dancetale!Sans technically has a blue color scheme, or indigo in some depictions; but there already being a two chars in the AU with blue (huntsy and prince) and captain with purple, I figured I should pick something that stuck out a little more. So I went with a blue-green lol. (and injected some mint colors bc... favorite color lol)
More info with my rambling about this skele if you’re interested, but fair warning, there will be some yandere themes given the AU ^^/ -->
Soldier!Sans - goes by “Soldier” in many cases. Was given this nickname for his loyalty to doing every job he’s assigned without question as an information broker.
+ he took up being an information broker after his music composition career began to tank. figured he might as well get money somehow
+ still does music composition when he can. he can play violin and keyboard. usually doesn’t bother with lyrics
+ does not have loyalty to any specific person (... that is, for his job) and will do (nearly) any job without fail.
+ soldier works differently from huntsman and cheshire, who are in similar positions in a way. he doesn’t lack emotions (unlike huntsman), but he has an emotional disconnect with the informational work he does (unlike cheshire) ... y’know, most of the time.
+ his brother has a dance studio called “Enchanted Dancing.” his brother often tries to offer him a job at the studio, since soldier used to be a dancer, but he refuses
+ also refuses to drink alcohol. it makes him sick. frankly, he doesn’t eat much at all because he can get sick really easily... though, whether or not that comes from a lack of eating, he isn’t sure
+ usually does work for the richest parts of the city -- that’s where the most money is
+ isn’t unfamiliar with doing some thievery here and there and selling his findings to his clients. usually they are small but expensive items, like jewelry
+ doesn’t sleep much between working both day and night, but struggles with sleeping regardless. he mostly just takes short breaks from time to time
+ overall is probably the least yandere of the yanderes, since he’s not as likely to kill as he is protect and run away... but he’s very protective
+ physically, he’s fairly tall compared to the rest of the “tiny” skeletons (huntsy, captain, prince, cheshire) and stands a few inches taller than mc. he’s also a lot thinner and a lot more fit, since he did use to be a dancer, although he isn’t anymore
+ he’s quick on his feet and very quiet. his stealth is well-known amongst his former clients, as he’s yet to be spotted by anyone, almost as if he’s completely invisible at night
Basic story concept - loosely based off of Twelve Dancing Princesses, set in the city of the yan!fairytale AU with the rest of the characters.
+ soldier plays the role of well... the solider. he is eventually hired for a long-term job of keeping an eye on one of the Kings’ (a large, extremely wealthy family in the city) adopted children whose siblings say disappears during the night
+ according to the Kings, their child is nearly about to graduate college, but is borderline failing their final semester for reasons the family can’t comprehend. they wake up late in the morning and go to bed oddly early, and the Kings never see them doing their school work and are upset. this is why they hired soldier
+ when soldier does tracks them down inevitably, he’s met with the discovery that they’ve been leaving every night to go to varying different parties. surprisingly, they’re not typically the drunk college parties one would expect. rather, they’re more involved and populated dance parties
+ the first couple of times he finds them, they’re at typical raves, but later on, he finds they’re doing other things as well, such as late-night dance classes. but it always involves dancing. sometimes soldier catches himself critiquing their moves... or sometimes imagining walking up to them and teaching them himself... but then he immediately shuts down the thought and returns to his work
+ soldier eventually reports back to the Kings, who are furious at the news. they, without telling him until much later, end up locking the dancer away. soldier waits a few nights, expecting to follow them again, only for no one to come from the mansion. when he discovers out they’ve been locked away by their own family... something clicks. he isn’t sure what. but something does.
+ solider crosses his usual “loyal to his job” code and breaks into the mansion, not only allowing the dancer to meet him, but bringing them out for the night. bringing them outside so they can dance as they please
+ he isn’t sure the motivation for his actions. it’s as if a spell has been cast on him
+ If you brought me out to dance, why don’t you join me? they ask. soldier refuses. for now. maybe.
+ he is sure of one thing;
+ if they’re going to be locked away anywhere, it’ll be under his protection, not anyone else’s... but he doesn’t want it to come to that. for now, he supposes he’ll assign himself a new job of sorts -- a soldier to protect the aspiring midnight dancer
#undertale#undertale au#dancetale!sans#dancetale sans#soldier!sans#undertale original character#oc#original design#zircon arts#yo bro hear me out... do u have a name for this au cause i feel weird not tagging it with a name lmao#also the information broker thing... kind of came from a yandere izaya orihara au i scrapped YEARS ago fdbsahj#yea i was that person who was obsessed with izaya but listen#you give me a canon ace character and i Will love them#anyway back to soldier#not sure if ill make a full thing out of this boy yet?#for now i have a vague story plot and character built#mc is barely built so lol#also i want an excuse for soldier and mc to have a dance at a masquerade ball#but idk what that excuse can be#anyway i spent TOO LONG writing this#i think i might at least make that concept into a fuller chapter
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HP FESTS: Dramione RomCom Fest (Part 1)
Dramione RomCom Fest 2020:
12 Years and 3 Months by pixiedustandbluebutterflies - T, one-shot - As news of their engagement takes Wizarding England by storm, elusive power couple Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are finally sharing their love story in this Witch Weekly interview!
50 (First) Dates with Hermione Granger by HufflepuffMommy - G, WIP - Draco Malfoy sets his heart on romancing Hermione Granger, but she has short-term memory loss; she can't remember anything that happened the day before. So every morning, Draco has to woo her again. Her friends are very protective, and Draco must convince them that he's in it for love. Plot (andsummary) taken from the movie "50 First Dates" for the Dramione RomCom fest!
About Time by WordsmithMusings - E, WIP - When Draco's Father reveals to him that the men in their family have the ability to travel back in time, he uses his newfound gift to do many things - save a life, be a better friend, reconnect with a witch, and fall in love.
All's well that ends well (to end up with you) by weestarmeggie - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger is all set to be the maid of honor at her best friends wedding. She is taken back when she finds out that the best man is none other than her ex-fiance.
Away by In_Dreams - E, WIP - Desperate for a change of pace, Hermione unknowingly commits to a home exchange with Pansy Parkinson and finds herself swept up in the chaos of New York City and into the arms of Draco Malfoy. Dramione/Hansy. Loosely inspired by The Holiday.
Bells on a Hill by HeyJude19 - T, WIP - Left by his fiancée a month before the ceremony, Draco never got his dream wedding, so agreeing to assist Granger with her own wedding planning to distract himself from his broken engagement seems like a great idea—though Draco probably shouldn't fall in love with the bride-to-be. Based very (very) loosely on The Wedding Singer.
Chasing the Future by Rdlentz8 - T, WIP - An unusual and anonymous Patronus finds a frustrated Hermione alone in the library and talks to her about being lonely. Could this be the push she's needed to change her fate? Inspired by A Cinderella Story. There are direct quotes from A Cinderella Story.
Domino Effect by KoraKwidditch - M, WIP - Resolved to live her life in Muggle London, Hermione Granger finally felt free. Free from the Ministry, free from her celebrity status and everything that entailed. But who knew that one cataclysmal incident would lead her straight into the Malfoy's den and down a series of unfortunate events? At least they think she's a Muggle.**A Dramione retelling of While You Were Sleeping**
Fairytales and Wishes by Charlie9646 - T, one-shot - All Scorpius wants is for Hermione to be a nice step mother, but somehow that sort of gets lost in translation with his accidental magic.
Flipping Through the Pages by DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns - T, WIP - Draco Malfoy had a fascination with a popular book series and its writer. His life changes when he meets her.
The Hate List by bethelson - T, WIP - While chaperoning the post graduation trip, Hermione and Draco find themselves wandering the streets of Paris in the middle of the night, fruitlessly searching for the seventh years they were supposed to be in charge of. What Hermione doesn’t know, is that those seventh years struck a bargain with Draco to keep her occupied so they could sneak out for a last hurrah before they all head back to London. So in his efforts to derail her search, he convinces her to join him in their own night of frivolity. As they paint the city red, they slowly learn to let their guards down, and find that putting the past behind them allows them to finally focus on the present. ___ My contribution to the Dramione RomCom Fest!
Hollywood & Vine by dreamsofdramione (Bugggghead), msmerlin - M, WIP - As the manager of an occult bookstore currently renting a room from an old friend and living paycheck to paycheck, Hermione wasn’t exactly living the Hollywood dream. But her life is turned upside down when a chance encounter with Tinseltown’s current heartthrob, Draco Malfoy, leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew about life and love. or the one in which Hermione unintentionally falls in love with a movie star.
Home is Where the Heart Is by lrs002 - T, one-shot - A rewrite and Draco/Hermione look at basically the last scenes of the movie Sweet Home AlabamaOr in the other words: The Wedding and the Kiss
How to Lose a Wizard in 10 Days by GracefulLioness - E, WIP - Hermione will do anything to prove to her boss at Witch Weekly that she's ready to take on more serious topics, including dating a man just to drive him away for the sake of her next column, How to Lose a Wizard in 10 Days. But pushing Draco Malfoy away proves to be a challenging task, perhaps because he's got ten days to make her fall in love with him. Inspired by How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
It Happened One Knight by Klawdee - T, WIP - “A spoiled heir running away from his family is helped by an old classmate, who is actually a journalist in need of a story.” Based off of the 1934 film, It Happened One Night
It's All In The Malfoy Family by TwilightToMidnight - M, one-shot - Over a decade of longing and desire comes to fruition one night. Not quite the way Hermione expected but definitely with a bang. Everyone and their dog seem to be working against her. For the 2020 Dramione RomCom Fest. Loosely based off Sabrina (1954 - with Audrey Hepburn).
Love, Actually in Dramione by Blessedindeed - G, one-shot - I absolutely love the movie "Love, Actually" and was so excited to make some art pieces from a few of the more memorable scenes! Many thanks and kudos to QuinTalon & NuclearNik for hosting and being such amazing encouragers to everyone! I cannot wait to dive into all these fun pieces!!
Love, Hermione by pandora_rose_xo - G, WIP - When Hermione leaves some personal letters lying around in a sleepy haze, Dobby comes across them, and trying to be helpful delivers them to their recipients. Who were never supposed to see them.
Metamorphosis by persephone_stone - T, WIP - Draco Malfoy is king of Hogwarts High—student body president, captain of both the water polo and basketball teams, and boyfriend of Astoria Greengrass, the hottest girl in school. That is, until said girlfriend returns from Spring Break with some unexpected news: she’s dumping him for a college boy. Now, Draco is on a mission to win her back. And who better to help him turn into a more intellectual, cultured version of himself than Hermione Granger, the smartest girl in school? As he and Hermione spend time together, will Draco learn how to be the right type of boyfriend for Astoria? Or will he instead learn that maybe Astoria is not the right type of girl for him? Written for the Dramione RomCom Fest, based on the 90’s teen romcom She’s All That.
Midnight in Paris by Aneiria - E, one-shot - ‘Granger,’ Draco replied, casting a quick wandless charm to clean his own clothes. ‘Want to watch the magic you’re casting next time? Whatever spell that was, it nearly took both of us out.’ Hermione’s face settled into a frown of confusion. ‘I thought that was you,’ she said, hesitantly. ‘I wasn’t using magic.’ They both looked away at the same time, taking in their surroundings. ‘Where are we?’ Hermione wondered out loud, as she spun on the spot and took in the sights. It was the wrong question, really.
My Big Fat Muggle Wedding by BiscuitsForPotter - G, one-shot - Draco's gotten more used to having Muggles as future-in-laws, but what about his parents?
No More Waiting by anchoredto717 - T, one-shot - The end of Hogwarts, an impending Mastery, and confirmation that Hermione is well and truly over Ronald Weasley: three factors that push Draco into a place he never imagined. Is he really going to Harry Potter’s house party? A one shot heavily inspired by the 90s teen classic, Can’t Hardly Wait.
Off the Rails by RoseHarperMaxwell - E, WIP - For the Dramione RomCom Fest 💚 My adaptation of the movie Trainwreck (Amy Schumer/Bill Hader), featuring Draco in Amy's role. “Pans.” Draco’s head falls back petulantly. “I can't interview Granger, especially not about how she's healing Potter. Neither of them are going to want to talk to me. Make Creevey do it.” “No, you'll do it. And don't sulk at me, Draco.” Pansy shuts him down immediately, not that he expected to talk her out of it. She gives assignments, not suggestions. “Old Quidditch rivalries. Gryffindor Princess confiding in the Prince of Slytherin, with a side of The Boy Who Lived. You’re the only one for it.” She drops her pen on her notepad with finality. “She’s also fit as hell now. I’d even fuck her, so our readers will be drooling over her. This is easy, Draco. Don’t fuck it up.”
One Thing We've Got by IrisCalasse - M, WIP - Over a decade after the Second Wizarding War, Draco Malfoy is a broke socialite straddling the Muggle and magical worlds. One day a new neighbour moves in his residential complex. What has happened to Hermione Granger to make her hide from Ronald Weasley? If Cormac McLaggen is gay, why is he hanging around Granger so much? And why does her cat seem to know way too much about everything? Based on the plot of Breakfast at Tiffany's, but set in 2012 London with a magical twist. Updates every 16th of the month.
Pin down your heart by hiyas - G, one-shot - Hermione Granger contemplates a door when Destiny comes knocking.
Playing Cupid by tygermine - T, one-shot - Set It Up AU.
Pretty Witch by TakingFlight48 - E, WIP - When confronted with the opportunity to take on an alter ego - Hermione Granger, Potion's Mistress and the Wizarding World's Golden Girl became Vivian Roberts - London's weekend escort. For three years she lived in this duality until Draco Malfoy, lost in Soho and driving a precious DB6, wound up uncovering her secret. This is the tale of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy finding a balance between work and love through the guise of fake dating, unacknowledged feelings, and Hermione not wanting to let go of a part of herself that is no longer serving her.
Promises, Promises by Musyc - T, one-shot - Lawyer and social work advocate Hermione Granger is one signature away from fulfilling her dream to have a house-elf education program. All she needs is to seal the deal, and Draco Malfoy has promised the full support of Malfoy and Son Developments. But the owner of the property is balking, there's a new buyer in the mix, and a promise isn't a contract.
The Proposal by FaeOrabel - M, WIP - When Head of Creatures Division of the DMLE, Hermione Granger, is pushed into a corner regarding a new marriage law she doesn't want to comply with, she gets the brilliant idea to stage an engagement with her long time, loyal assistant, Draco Malfoy. Draco goes along with the charade on the condition she gets him promoted to a new position. A deal set, they prepare to fool not only the Minister of Magic, but Hermione's best friend, and Draco's entire family. What could go wrong? Just the threat of Azkaban should they fail.
PS I love you by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - M, WIP - After a tragic accident, Hermione must reintroduce Draco to a life they've built far away from home. She recieves unexpected help in a series of letter written by Draco himself before the accident...
Regrets Only by nztina - T, WIP - Draco and Hermione are the best of friends - until Hermione goes off to teach at Hogwarts and Draco realises that he doesn’t just miss her. Upon her return to London, he intends to reveal his feelings, but she has a surprise of her own, one that will definitely put a damper on Draco’s plans. Draco. Hermione. And...Hermione’s fiancé?
Restless in Ripon by QuinTalon - T, WIP - Scorpius Malfoy wants his father to be happy again and as his grandfather often told him, a Malfoy always gets what he wants. A nosy radio host, well-meaning friends, and fate will help bring two lonely souls together. Well, that and one tenacious eight-year-old.
Rushing Back by floorcoaster - M, WIP - Draco Malfoy is thirty, surviving, and very much not thriving. He's near the utter end of himself when he experiences the worst of all possible bad days--a double betrayal that rocks him to his core. Unmoored, untethered, he winds up in a strange place, where he begins an adventure through time that will change the course of his life. A time travel fic with a twist on the movie "13 Going on 30."
Say Anything by MidnightValkyrie - G, 9 Chapters - To know Draco Malfoy is to love him. Hermione Granger is about to know Draco Malfoy. Written and created for the Dramione RomCom Fest, based on Say Anything.
She's the Snake by monsterleadmehome - E, WIP - In a universe where Voldemort never came back, Harry lives with Sirius, and Dumbledore isn't dying, the worst thing the Golden Trio has to contend with is their grades and Quidditch matches... oh, and the recent magical attacks on Muggles and Muggle-borns. Harry is sure Malfoy had something to do with it, and though Hermione doesn't agree, her sarcastic offer somehow turns into her latest nightmare: to go undercover as a boy in the Slytherin dorms and find out what's really going on. And maybe throw a Quidditch game or two. But there's one thing she hasn't prepared for: falling in love with the boy she's supposed to be spying on.
Signed and Sealed by niffizzle - M, WIP - She owns a children's bookstore. He runs a corporation buying significant shares of small businesses. Never in their lives have Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy gotten along — or so they think.
Timing is Everything by anne_ammons - M, 7 Chapters - Draco Malfoy is your average bachelor living an average bachelor's life, until he crosses paths with his former classmate, Hermione Granger. Strike that - when has Draco Malfoy ever been average? A retelling of the 1994 movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Dramione-style.
A Trip to Kouloura Beach by rennaissance_woman - one-shot - A day at the beach, what could happen?
The Truth About Kneazles and Crups by samkablam7 - T, WIP - When Draco Malfoy started hosting his wizarding radio show The Truth About Kneazles and Crups, he had no idea that it would bring Hermione Granger back into his life. He also didn't know that they would both be interested in each other. The only problem? She thinks that the radio host she's interested in is his best friend and Pro-Quidditch-player-wannabe, Blaise Zabini.
Untitled Marital Crisis Comedy by Darlingheart - G, one-shot - Draco is rich, handsome, and most importantly, excellent with the ladies. Harry Potter is not. Which is where Draco comes in. With Draco’s help Harry will learn there’s more to life than being a one-woman man. But what happens when Draco meets someone who changes his mind? And what does Hermione Granger have to do with it...
A Woman of Some Dignity by mcal - G, one-shot - That seemed to get his attention. “What are you—of course I respect you, you daft witch!”
“Your actions today show the opposite!” I answered. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m a woman of some dignity and I’d like to shower in peace. You’ll kindly wait half an hour before Apparating back to my flat.” Hermione's not one for diaries, but it's been a week to say the least. It all started off with a confusing meeting with Draco Malfoy in her office, and... well, Hermione thought maybe recording her thoughts on the events would help her process. She isn't wrong.
You lost and lonely, You just like heaven by Wake_The_Dragon - T, WIP - Dramione Romcom Fest. Hermione Granger had needed something new and a change of scenery was a good start. What she hadn't counted on was renting a flat with an annoying (if handsome) ghost, who claims he isn't dead. Somehow, helping out a ghost and falling in love were two things she hadn't bargained for.
You Wish by Talonwillow (Ehollis303) - T, WIP - What makes a bad case of "Black Cat Flu" more tolerable? Young Perseus is learning that hearing about dueling, torture, revenge, giants, dementors, chases, true love, and miracles from his Grandfather Scorpius certainly makes things easier- If the man would finish the story that is. A story about love, where not even death can keep the beautiful feisty stable-girl and her sometimes irritating one true love apart. Together they must battle the evil Lord Voldemort through an adventure crossing the magical and fairy tale realm.
#Fests/Exchanges/Challenges#dramione#Dramione RomCom Fest#humour#fluff#based on other book or movie plot
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71 and 100 Julie and Luke
71. Twenty-Four Hours to Live
100. Accidentally Saving the Day
You really would like to kill the fandom and me wouldn't you???? I tried so hard to make it jukebox specific but the whole band + Willie are so closely entwined with each other its nearly impossible akxbjsbsbs
So I'm thinking canon-verse? But a year later or less. I think more than a year would get a little awkward as Julie would surpass 17 in a year's time.
All our current problems and issues are resolved by this point. Ray, Carlos and Tia Victoria have met the band. Possibly Carrie too. The Bobby/Trevor debacle is dealt with. Caleb is deslth with (he's not dead(er) he's just keeping to the HGC). Julie and Carrie have since mended their friendship. Jukebox and Williex are official now. Possibly Flarrie too, maybe Kaylie. Maybe Nick/Flynn. Maybe Carricklynn. Maybe Nick/Reggie. Who knows, anything is possible. Julie can see but not touch Willie -- but he others can't see him at all.
The band has made it big by now. They're the latest and greatest. Almost everyone is talking about Julie and the Phantoms. By now, articles and posts refer to them as legends.
Julie's looking at colleges now and it's kinda settling in that Julie's growing up. In a year, she'll be done with high school and going off to college, something the boys never even had the change to do. So that angsty conversation's gonna happen.
But then things start to get weird. Sometimes, Julie will pass through the boys but they won't immediately notice. Or they'll be talking to someone other that Julie and they'll sort of flicker. Not physically or anything its just that to the other person, they're flickering.
Oh yeah, for this, I'm gonna go with the more they play with Julie, the more human-like they get and by the end of the year gap, they're visible full-time, just not always tangible to people other than Julie. They can still do their gimmick cause the whole visible thing is on command. So you can bet your ass Luke vanished on the spot when Ray asked about jukebox.
The strange thing is . . . It's happening with Willie too. Sometimes Willie's hand will go right through Alex's. Sometimes he and Reggie are playing video games with Carlos and then both of them see Reggie flickering and Reggie, of course, doesn't notice
One evening, after a late night gig, Julie and the boys gather on one couch to watch the local 24/7 news together and see them hit the highlights on a recap. The newscaster??? newsreader??? wtf do you call em? anyway the presenter brings them up near midnight and calls them Los Angeles' most beloved legends.
Midnight on the dot, the boys get these circles on their wrists. Like tattoos. A stamp. Just a thick black ring. They're all confused about it and they check Julie's wrist for a ring -- maybe it's a magic band thing? -- but Julie's wrists are free of any black circles.
They're so confused, they spend all night thinking about it. Julie doesn't even sleep. She calls Flynn about it. She calls Carrie about it. She even talks to Carlos until he gets tired. Alex brings Willie over to talk about it. They're all so baffled that they don't notice it changing until dawn-ish.
Willie's the one to notice Alex's. A quarter of the ring is missing. Julie grabs Luke's wrist and compares it to Reggie's before scrambling over each other to put their wrists next to Alex's. All still identical, with about a quarter of it missing.
"It looks like a countdown."
"What happens when it counts down to the end?"
Silence
Willie says he'll ask around the HGC. Yes, Caleb is safe to visit. His ass has been kicked and it's mostly embarrassment that keeps him holed up when he's not performing or practicing.
Reggie shrugs it off, saying he and Carlos have a date with Destiny. Destiny 2, to be specific. Alex also shrugs it aside, he has a Dirty Candy rehearsal to crash and he's not about to miss it. (The running lie is that the boys visit Julie after every gig. Maybe Kayla knows the truth too. Idk it's small details, up to the author that would like to decimate me by writing this)
That leaves Luke and Julie alone together. Julie can't get it out of her mind. If it's a countdown, what's it counting down to? What happens at the end?
Luke tries to take her mind off it with some songwriting after she gets breakfast, maybe practicing a little together. They even write a little bit of a duet together. Luke keeps Julie entertained for a full four hours, amid which Alex returned and chose to go and watch Reggie and Carlos completely lose track of time.
Julie takes an hour-long nap, leaving Luke to stare at the ring on his wrist and wonder why it's nearly a half circle now.
Willie pops into the studio in a frenzied panic, Reggie and Alex in tow. Luke is so startled, he nearly drops the acoustic. The clatter wakes Julie. Willie looks almost apologetic when he notices her.
Julie asks him what he found out as Luke sits next to her and helps her move her hair from her face. Willie struggles to explain. He's half hoping that maybe, if he doesn't say it aloud, it won't be true. He says it's a clock. It's twenty four hours.
Reggie is the one who asks what happens at the final hour. Willie doesn't answer for a long while. He just holds Alex's hand tight.
At the same time, Willie's hand drops as if he hadn't been holding on to anything and Luke's arm passes right through Julie. The boys flicker before Julie and Willie and it lasts nearly ten seconds.
It slowly dawns on them. No one wants to say it.
"They cross over," Julie whispers when the silence gets heavier than the revelation. Willie only nods. The silence in the garage weighs on them almost visibly.
They look at their wrists, almost half circles.
"So we have about twelve hours left," Alex says. "Maybe we can figure out a way to stop it."
Willie reaches for Alex's hand again. "I asked. There's no way to stop it. Once your unfinished business is complete, you have twenty four hours before you're gone from here. Gone for good."
Luke is adamant there's a way to stop it. His arm tightens around Julie, like she's the one leaving. He hates the defeated look in Willie's eyes. He hates that even in the back of his own mind, there's a voice telling him to get his affairs in order before he dies for the second time.
By the time Reggie determinedly states that there has to be a way to stop it and that they will figure it out, the marks have become perfect half-circles. There are only twelve hours left.
I don't wanna think too hard about it because I don't need to cry at 10pm, but there will be a lot of sad but sweet jukebox moments in between it all.
By the time there's only a third of the ring left, they've started losing hope. They haven't found a single ghost who has any idea how to help. The internet has been very unhelpful. There was a group of wiccans who tried to help but they suggested a spell that didn't look very authentic and it also involved sacrificing a goat at midnight and well, they didn't have until midnight. Still, the wiccans were very sympathetic and wished them well.
They didn't know how to tell the rest about this and they didn't have any idea how to say goodbye to each other. It felt like they were trying to say goodbye to a piece of themselves, the the most important part of themselves.
At the three-quarter mark, Reggie quietly tells Alex and Luke that they ought to spend some time alone with Willie and Julie. If Reggie/Nick or Reggie/Flynn is a thing for this, then Reggie would spend some time alone with them. If not, probably Ray and Carlos.
Cue the most heartwrenching conversation you have ever read in your life, ending with the worlds most grief-filled kiss. I'd get into it but like I said up there, I cannot afford to start crying now.
It's a thin black strip when they get together in the studio. Reggie's partner would be there too if he has one. If not, it's just the band + Willie.
Willie hasn't let go of Alex for over an hour, but now, when the mark is a nearly invisible line, he nudges Alex forward, towards Julie and Luke.
"Band circle?" Luke tries to joke. It only makes their tears fall faster.
Reminiscent of the hug they shared when Caleb's stamp lifted, the four of them try as hard as they can to hug each other as tightly as possible. Willie thinks to himself that he feels strange not being the last person to hold Alex, but it feels like for his band to be the last people to hold him.
None of them are very co-ordinated outside of music related things and just like the night a year ago, they tumble to the ground when someone stands on someone's foot and someone leans a little too much in one direction.
Willie can't help the laugh. It's just so them to be so undignified even in their last moments. He can't even see any of their marks anymore. The only reason he knows it must still be there is because the boys are this there. They knock the radio down and it starts playing the last inserted CD. Willie joins them on the ground and lays his head on Alex's chest as Now or Never fills the studio. --like we'll live forever, but live it like it's now or never
Julie, from between Luke and Reggie, reaches over to grab Alex's hoodie, just so she can be holding on to all of them when it happens. "I love you guys so much."
Luke kisses her forehead. There is a chorus of, "I love you too, Julie." Willie and Alex quietly share another set of "I love you"s.
Julie has long since gotten used to laying her head on Luke's chest and hearing nothing, but the silence behind the old song is nearly deafening. It just serves as a reminder than this is the last time she will ever see or touch Luke or Alex or Reggie again. She wraps her other arm around Reggie. It's uncomfortable and is probably bruising some part of her body, but she needs to be able to hold them all before they go.
Julie shuts her eyes and holds tightly to her boys, wishing with all her heart that there was some way to save her boys again. Some way to bring them back properly this time, so they could grow up with her. Some way to make sure Alex and Willie could stay together, that one of then won't ever have to say goodbye.
It only registers that something feels a little strange after the song abruptly cuts. The CD scratches, trying to play the rest of it but there's just a steady clicking sound. It clicks on a steady count. Like a steady drum beat. In time to a pulsing beat.
Like startled stoats, Willie and Julie shoot up and lock eyes over Alex and Luke.
The boys are, rightfully, confused.
Julie and Willie spiderman-meme point at each other, sputtering like an old car on a frozen winter morning.
Still confused and expecting to be long gone, they boys sit up and search their wrists for any traces of the mark, even the thinnest of lines.
Finally, Julie gets a coherent word out. "Heartbeat!"
"Heartbeat!" Willie echoes, nodding vigorously.
They're still jabbing their fingers at each other, having a full conversation with their sputtering sounds.
"Heartbeat?" Reggie echoes, baffled.
Julie and Willie yell at Luke and Alex, "Heartbeat!" It seems to be the only word they can get out. Clicking her tongue, Julie grabs Luke's hand and presses it to his own chest.
Reggie screams suddenly. He's standing suddenly and he's got his fingers at his neck. "P-p-p-pulse!"
He looks at Julie and Willie. "Heartbeat," he says slowly, understanding.
Alex screams. Willie only realises Alex had been holding his wrist when he lets go.
"What?"
Alex reaches out for Willie, as if to cue his face, but instead places his fingers just under Willie's jaw. He screams again, startling Willie, who never expected his boyfriend to look him in the eye and shout like he'd seen a demon. So Willie screams. Which startles Alex. Who screams again.
Luke finally registers what's going on. He screams. Right in Julie's ear. She gets startled. She screams. Startling Luke. Who screams again.
Reggie is still screaming with each place he puts his fingers and feels a steady beat.
There is so much screaming going on in the studio that Ray and Carlos make their way down too. Carri and Flynn, who wanted to be there for Julie after, come barreling in after. The four of them stand there, perplexed, as Julie, Alex, Reggie, Willie and Luke, all standing now, point at each other and scream.
Its pandemonium, honestly. A miracle none of the neighbors have come over to check.
And Julie drops her first curse in front of her dad as she stares at Luke, Reggie and Alex. "WHAT THE FUCK, YOU GUYS????"
Willie, who's never had any qualms cursing when no living adult could ever hear him, stares at Juliie like she's grown a second head. "NO! NO NO NO! NOT THEM WHAT THE FUCK! ME WHAT THE FUCK!!! ME!!!!"
Julie squints at Willie. "What??"
Alex holds up Willie's wrist. "PULSE!!"
Julie's eyebrows shoot up. "PULSE???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN PULSE?!"
"I mean pulse! What do you think??"
"What the hell is going on in here?" Carrie finally mutters.
As one, they all turn to the perplexed group in the doorway. Julie grabs Luke and drags him up to Carrie. She almost throws him at Carrie with the amount of force she uses to thrust his arm at her. "Pulse," she says, pointing to Luke's wrist.
Carrie sighs. "You know you're the only one that can--" Carrie screams when Julie slaps her arm with Luke's hand. Carrie screaming startles Flynn, who let's out a short screech.
"NO MORE SCREAMING!" Ray yells. In the silence, the clicking radio seems to get louder. Not trusting any of the screaming teenagers, Ray turns to his son. "Carlos, can you turn that off, please?"
Carlos rights the radio and presses the pause button. He presses it again. Sunset Curve fills the studio for a second -- dreaming like we'll live forever -- before Carlos manages to get it off.
Later, after they've explained everything and are still trying to wrap their heads around it, Julie crawls onto the couch beside Luke and lays her head on his chest. It's incredibly strange to hear a steady beat where there was once nothing but she can't deny that she loves the sound of it.
"That demo has more magic in it than the entire Hollywood Ghost Club," Alex mutters from the armchair he and Willie are squished into.
"I wonder what'll happen if I listen to any of the other tracks on the demo," Julie jokes.
"We'll probably grow wings," Reggie mutters from under Carlos, who had been so thrilled that Reggie wasn't leaving anytime soon, he had fallen asleep hugging Reggie.
Alex and Luke laugh, sharing an inside joke.
"You think you guys would still be here if Reggie didn't knock the radio over?" Willie asks.
"All hail, my mighty inability to watch where I'm going."
This time, Julie and Willie laugh too.
Julie curls up against Luke and sighs contentedly, listening to Luke's heart pound against his ribcage. In that moment, she can't think if anywhere else she'd rather be, anything else she'd rather listen to.
For the first time since they died, when Julie finally falls asleep, they doze off too.
Willie feels strange. When he yawns, he realizes he hasn't been tired since he first woke up as a ghost. It's nightly inconvenient and annoying, but he hasn't felt this alive since Alex first kissed him. As Willie dozes off, he makes a mental reminder to figure out what included him in the whole thing. He'll forget when he wakes up and they spend the day celebrating their mere alive-ness.
Things get even more interesting when Julie and the Phantoms perform again and Jullie accidentally walks through Luke, but that's a whole other story.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#julie and the himbos#julie and the fat ones#jatp fic#jatp fic idea#ask#ask meme#thanks for the ask!#trope mashup ask
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eyy friends, I just uploaded chapter 6 of my big wolfstar fic just in time for Moony’s bday today– and this chapter just happens to contain a flashback to Remus’s 18th, so I’ve decided to post that section here as well! I hope you enjoy this little scene; I think it works pretty well as a standalone c:
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On a clear moonless night in March of seventh year, Sirius finds Remus atop the astronomy tower, gazing out over the grounds. There’s a half-spent joint hanging loosely from his fingers, his soft curls and the lines of his scars silvered by the starlight. He looks strangely ageless, like an ancient marble statue, perfection set in stone and made all the more beautiful for all the scars of ages past…
‘Looking for me?’ Sirius asks softly.
Remus twitches, the way he does when he has failed to notice Sirius approaching (not common, considering his acute sense of smell, but in this case the pungent smoke has probably masked Sirius’s scent). He lifts the joint to his chapped lips, and draws in a deep breath, the glow of the smouldering tip reflecting golden in his irises. He holds the breath, then lets the smoke out in a thin jet that is rapidly whisked away to nothing by a chill gust of wind. ‘Yes, I regularly come up here to look for my mates,’ he answers dryly.
Remus takes another pull on his joint, then offers it to Sirius, who accepts it delicately between his fingers. ‘Perhaps I just wanted to have a smoke in peace,’ Remus murmurs, watching with a strange intensity as Sirius places the unlit end between his lips.
‘Mmh, nah… you’d have picked a better place to hide if you didn’t want to be found.’
Silence settles over them, only the soft whistling of the wind over the castle rooftops beneath them. Sirius draws in a deep breath of his own, the musky smell of the weed at odds with the frosty night air. He passes the joint back to Remus, who leans against the parapet, gazing up at the sky. ‘…What about you, then?’
‘Maybe I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.’
Remus hesitates– it’s not yet midnight, a fact which Sirius expects him to point out (thereby forcing Sirius to defend it)– but the comment never comes, and instead Remus just quirks an eyebrow at him with a stilted sort of nonchalance and says, ‘You couldn’t wait until a more reasonable hour?’
‘We’re both awake either way, so why bother?’
Remus shrugs, and looks back out over the grounds, his brows drawn together and his mouth clamped tightly shut, shoulders tense.
‘I made you something,’ Sirius says awkwardly, unsure what’s going on with Remus. 'I know you don’t like expensive things, so I thought…’ Remus emits a strangled choked sound, and Sirius shifts uncomfortably. 'Er, well, it’s nothing much, so…’
‘I’m sorry,’ Remus whispers. 'I just don’t… I’m not really in the mood, I guess.’
Sirius reaches out, half of a mind to take Remus’s hand, but Remus shifts, pulling the hand inwards. Sirius lets his own arm drop, instead turning to lean his shoulder against the parapet. ‘Talk to me, Moons.’
‘Honestly… I’m not sure what there is to celebrate.’ Remus slides down the low wall until he’s sat slouched against it, and Sirius sits next to him, their shoulders bumping together. ‘This is… it’s going to sound bad,’ Remus mumbles, his shoulders hunched.
‘Try me.’
Remus huffs out a breath, but continues. ‘In just a few months, we’ll all leave here, and… you and James, you’ve got so much ahead of you to look forward to, and even Peter has his family’s apothecary business to go into. But for me– coming here, to Hogwarts, it’s the closest I’ll ever have to a normal life. After this is over… I’m just another fucking werewolf.’
‘Bloody hell, Moony,’ he growls; 'you can’t honestly think that we’ll just abandon you as soon as we’ve left school.’
‘Well… no. But there’s a war on, and James has got Lily, and you–’
‘I’m going to stop you right there, Remus,’ he says flatly, and Remus blinks up at him, startled at the lack of nickname. 'I can’t speak for James or Peter, but I didn’t break the fucking law just for a lark– Padfoot is all for you, and always has been, and will be for as long as you want me there. This–’ (he gestures at himself) ‘–is forever, and I really do mean that.’ This time, Sirius doesn’t hesitate to place his hand over Remus’s, twining their fingers together, and in a moment of boldness he finds the strength to say what he’s never dared to before– ‘I swore to myself that you’d never spend another full moon alone, not as long as it’s within my power to help.’
Remus’s eyes are wide, his lips slightly parted. He has scars on his face and a nose that’s too large and crooked for most people to consider properly attractive and his curls are a mess where he’s been pulling on them and he never seems to know what to do with his long lanky limbs… and he is the most gorgeous person Sirius could possibly imagine. Remus Lupin looks at him in utter disbelief, and Sirius only wishes Remus could see himself the way Sirius does: Beautiful, you’re fucking beautiful as the moon itself.
‘…Sirius, I– but what if you find someone? Who you… want to be with, I mean. Not just as a quick hookup, but…’ Remus shakes his head, huffs out a shaky breath that might almost have qualified as a laugh but seems rather closer to a sob. ‘When you find your own Lily Evans– the person you want to spend the rest of your life with– you needn’t hold yourself to that.’
Sod off, Lupin, Sirius wants to scream, it’s you, it’s always been you– but he doesn’t; he bites it back, as it wouldn’t be right to push that sort of thing on Remus. He knows that Remus fancies blokes, but it is quite obvious that Remus does not fancy him (plenty of other people fancy Sirius, but Remus has seen his darkest twisted secrets and someone as good as Remus couldn’t possibly want someone so messed up). No, Sirius cannot risk their friendship on an unwanted and unrequited declaration of love.
‘…Then I suppose they’d just have to get used to you, Loops, because I’m still never going to go back on my word, no matter what sort of twisted hypothetical situation you try to throw at me.’ Sirius takes a deep breath, then levels his gaze at Remus. ‘Unless you can honestly tell me you want me gone– tell me to fuck off and really mean it. But don’t insult me by suggesting that I don’t understand what I’m offering, or whatever the fuck else you seem to think.’
Remus hears the challenge in his voice, the sharp edge to his words, and glances at him guiltily. ‘…Of course not,’ he croaks. ‘I… didn’t mean to suggest that you’d ever… that you’re not…’ He shakes his head. ‘Sorry.’
Sirius feels the flash of anger and frustration melt away into nothing, vanishing as quickly as they’d come. ‘Don’t be,’ he says, leaning into Remus’s side and sliding an arm around his shoulders. ‘Only… you of all people should know that dogs are very loyal creatures. And I really do mean every word of it.’ Sirius rubs his hand in a slow circle over Remus’s back, and leans forward to look him in the eyes. ‘This was my choice, Remus Lupin, and I’ve never once regretted it.’ And I never will.
Remus gazes at him, wide-eyed, the joint between his fingers long since fizzled out.
‘And… look, now it’s past midnight. So, once again, happy birthday you daft tosser.’
Remus can’t help but smile at that. ‘You said you… made me something?’
Sirius smiles, and pulls the box from the pocket of his robe. ‘All by myself,’ he says proudly.
Remus takes the box and opens it, revealing an assortment of chocolates, moulded into various star shapes. ‘Oh! They look wonderful, Sirius– this can’t have been easy.’
‘Well, the outside is just that Honeydukes 70% you like; I only melted it down and reshaped it to make these.’
‘But… there’s a filling?’
‘All different flavours,’ Sirius says with relish, and he grins and shakes his head as Remus lifts the box to his face. 'You won’t be able to smell what’s inside, though– that’s what makes this my Siriusly Special Starlight Surprise box.’
Remus’s eyebrows shoot up. ‘You’re right… that’s impressive.’
‘I wanted to show you without Prongs or Wormy around,’ Sirius admits. 'I didn’t want to risk anyone else stealing one, since they’re all specially made for you.’
‘Oh,’ Remus says again, a little breathlessly, his gaze returning magnetically to the box. His long fingers skim delicately over the edges of the chocolates, before selecting one at random, bringing it to his lips. His tongue flicks out, eyes bright with curiosity when he still can’t detect the mystery flavour. He bites down, and lets out a soft moan. ‘Ohh…’
Sirius watches, practically vibrating with excitement and nerves; his whole body feels warm and tingly, his heart racing and his cheeks flushed, and he bites down on the knuckle of his index finger to stop himself blurting out something foolish, pestering Remus with half a dozen questions all at once (which flavour did he get? is it all right? is making your definitely-platonic best mate custom chocolates for his birthday Too Much? what if Remus reads too much into it and gets uncomfortable sleeping in the same dorm with a bloke who might sometimes think about what it would be like to kiss him, or other things even more unspeakable? or worse, what if Remus does think about those things too but then they try something and Sirius cocks it up? and on and on and on) and Sirius has to stop himself from reaching out and snatching the box back, chucking it off the tower and into the lake far below.
Remus stares at him, with a heated sort of fascination. ‘Did you… really come up with this all on your own? The recipes for the fillings, and whatever you’ve done to suppress the smell, and…’
‘Yeah,’ Sirius says, attempting a casual smile. 'So you like it? What flavour did you get?’
‘Sirius… this is…’ Remus is, for once, at a loss for words, and for the briefest split second Sirius thinks he might just lean in and press their lips together, let Sirius taste its remnants on his own tongue– but then Remus shakes his head, and the moment is lost. ‘It’s fucking fantastic, as you bloody well know; I’ve never had anything else like it. It’s… magical.’
‘Well, yes,’ Sirius deadpans. 'We are wizards, after all.’
Remus rolls his eyes. ‘Oh sod off, you know what I mean. In a metaphorical sense.’
And of course Sirius does know, because he has felt it too. ‘Like stepping into the Great Hall for the first time,’ he supplies, remembering the first time he’d looked up at the lofty ceiling alight with hundreds of floating candles, the stars beyond much brighter than they ever were in London…
‘Exactly.’ Remus smiles, soft and fond. 'And the flavour was a bit spicy; definitely cinnamon, and… something I’ve tasted in the Potters’ cooking.’
Sirius grins. ‘Full marks, Mr Lupin.’
‘And you said they’re all unique?’ Remus’s eyes stray back to the box, which Sirius reaches over to snap closed.
‘Moony, you fiend, they’re meant to be savoured, not gobbled up all at once!’ He clasps his hand solidly over Remus’s, to ensure it can’t get up to any mischief. ‘…And yes, they’re all different, so you have a lot more to look forward to, but only if you take them one at a time.’
‘All right,’ Remus laughs, setting the box carefully aside. ‘How did you do it? Where did you find the time, or…’
‘Trade secret, Moonshine.’ Sirius bumps their shoulders together. 'It’s like what they say about the Muggle Magic– a Magician never reveals his secrets.’ He gives Remus’s fingers a squeeze. 'If you’re that fond of them, though… perhaps they’ll make an encore performance next year.’
Remus relaxes with a sigh, leaning into him. ‘You really mean it, then?’
‘I love running with you on the moons, Remus Moony Lupin. I can’t imagine anything that could ever change that.’ Sirius brushes his thumb over Remus’s bony knuckles, the small scar curving across one of them, down the back of one long finger– Remus has the loveliest hands– and Sirius decides to throw caution to the winds. 'Live with me,’ he blurts out.
‘Erm�� sorry?’
‘After graduation,’ Sirius elaborates. 'My Uncle Alphard left me his flat in London– it’s a nice place; I went to see it after I got the letter.’ Sirius shifts so he can look at Remus. 'At first I thought…’ He gives his head a small shake, shrugs off the truth of how much he wants Remus there, the two of them close. 'Well, it’d be big enough for all four of us, yeah? Prongs said he liked the sound of it.’
For a split second, Remus looks oddly crestfallen, but it’s gone so quickly Sirius thinks he must have imagined it. 'I suppose it’ll be a bit soon for him to move in with Lily,’ Remus says.
Sirius snorts, a wry smile twisting his mouth. 'If she’s not grown sick of him by then, you mean. Still dunno what got into her head, asking him out in the first place…’
Remus snickers at that, his breath clouding on the cold night air. 'Thought she’d broken his brain when she did,’ he says, and laughs out loud when Sirius imitates the panicked look that had come over James’s face– like a deer in headlights, they’d ribbed him after the fact. It had been the last week of term before winter hols, and Lily had approached him in the common room and asked him out to a Hogsmeade date (sometime during the break, after the majority of the students had gone home, since they were both staying and it would be nice to have the village to themselves) and James had hardly slept the night before– but of course it had gone perfectly once James got over his anxiety and remembered that he and Lily had been friendly for months by that point, ever since they began working together in their duties as Head Boy and Girl…
Sirius shakes his head, and pulls Remus into a friendly one-armed hug (he is very careful not to exceed the bounds of what would be considered ‘friendly’, careful not to overstep and make Remus uncomfortable). ‘…Anyway, think about it, will you? Alphard’s flat has got more space than I’d ever need for myself, and I’d miss having you lot around… and it’s properly mine so none of us would have to pay any rent, and… we’ll be able to plan the moons, just like we do here. We’ll find someplace we can all run together, and it’ll be bloody brilliant.’
Remus smiles faintly, and hums as he settles back against Sirius’s side– and despite the fact that they’re on top of the astronomy tower past midnight in the chill Scottish spring, Sirius suddenly feels very warm.
‘…So you don’t need to worry about the future, Re,’ he continues, trying to think of anything but the solid warmth of Remus against him, the brush of soft tawny curls against his cheek. 'It’ll be okay.’ He can’t actually promise that, of course– not with the war looming over them, increasingly impossible to ignore– but Sirius is confident that they’ll work something out. If they could design and create the Map with no outside help, and become Animagi at fifteen, they can manage this, too. 'As long as we all stick together, we’ll be fine.’
‘Yeah,’ Remus murmurs. 'I’ll think about it.’ He gives Sirius’s fingers a squeeze. 'Thanks, Pads. For everything.’
Sirius squeezes back, and thinks that nothing he does could ever be enough. He wishes he could give Remus the whole world, every star in the sky.
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read the rest of chase the stars here!! it’s a (very long) slowburn wolfstar-raising-Harry fic, with plenty more Marauders Era flashbacks like this one as well :D
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Behind Hazel Eyes: Part 1
Summary: Dan’s known Lucas since college and he’s never been so convinced that two people are meant to be together. He loves Lucas more than anything. But when news report of a serial killer striking around the town, Dan begins to notice signs in Lucas that leave him nervous. With the help of his newfound friend Phil, Dan pieces together the parts of Lucas that he somehow missed before anyone else loses their lives--and before Dan loses his own.
Warnings: serial killer, blood mentions, horror, disturbing content. Please heed all warnings
Word Count: 3.9k this part
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A/N: Welcome to my version of Spookyweek where I’m posting a new installment of this fic every day until Halloween! First part is today, second is tomorrow, and third part is Halloween! This is a dark fic, and it takes some dark turns so please heed all warnings! I had a lot of fun writing this and it was something totally out of my comfort zone but I think I really executed it well. Hope you all enjoy if this is what you’re into!
“The News is sad to report tonight that the infamous Western Valley Serial Killer has appeared to strike again at an apartment complex in downtown Rockwell. 22 year old Ashton Johnson has been identified as the next victim in this horrific string of violence. We have no other details at this time. The police are still asking the public to help identify the killer by calling in any leads you may have. A sketch of the killer has been released the police are asking for anyone to come forward if you think you know who they are…”
The sound of the news droned on in the background as Dan laid in bed, his body covered by the soft throw. It was a warmer early spring night, and while his apartment was cooled by an air conditioner, the air still held enough moisture to make his skin sticky and damp. If it wasn’t for his knack of only being able to fall asleep with a blanket on, he’d be well better off.
He turns onto his side and reaches for the TV remote just in time to hear the front door open and shut with the distinctive creak that Dan has been asking his landlord to fix since he moved in. Footsteps become louder and louder and Dan looks up just in time to see his boyfriend stood in the doorway and his lips curl up in a smile.
“You’re still awake?”
Dan scoffs at Lucas and turns onto his back, reaching over and tugging at the chord of the bedside light and finding the switch to turn it on. The dull yellow light floods the room and Dan sees the way Lucas’s brown hair falls a bit flat on top, much different to how he styled it before he left to go out that night.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dan asks, maneuvering himself so he’s not sitting up, the throw coiled on his lap.
“Hm?” Lucas hums, walking over to the bed and sitting down. He places his hand on Dan’s arm and rubs up and down. “Well, it’s well after midnight and you have to work in the morning.”
“I can still get up at eight.” Dan says. “You seem to forget that I used to be up until 4 in the morning pacing the floors of my dorm and I’d still make it to class at eight thirty.”
“Barely.” Lucas says. He leans over and presses a soft and gentle kiss to Dan’s cheek. “I need to go and shower but try and fall asleep before I’m out?”
Dan finds himself nodding and Lucas leans down and kisses his forehead. As he backs up off from the bed and stands up, he turns around and Dan sees the way he stops and watches the TV for a moment.
“Police are now saying this is the work of the Western Valley Serial Killer. The victim tonight had the same carved inscription on the inside of their thigh as the other three young males who met the same fate. Police are continuing to ask the public…”
“I can’t believe they haven’t caught him yet.”
Dan looks up at Lucas. Lucas turns to him and pushes his brown leather jacket off from his arms, leaving just a white teeshirt underneath. “Who? That guy?”
Lucas nods. “Sick fucking dude.”
Dan nods and quickly reaches over and grabs the remote, turning off the TV. He didn’t like hearing about it and he didn’t feel like talking about it. The idea of someone being out there doing these heinous crimes made Dan feel a bit paranoid about his own safety.
Lucas undresses the rest of the way and leaves his clothes in a pile at the end of their bed as he walks to their ensuite bathroom and closes the door behind him. Dan lays down in bed, pulling the soft throw over his body once more.
When he reaches over and shuts the light off, the sound of the shower running in the bathroom keeps him a bit calmer. According to the news reports, the killer has been striking at apartment buildings and manipulating his way into young men’s apartments, only to sexually assault them and then kill them before they can get away. Every time the news reports that another victim was found, Dan feels a bit more sick inside. But he has Lucas to protect him. He knows that. But he still doesn’t fall asleep until long in the night, after Lucas has already climbed into bed and wrapped his body around his own.
When he wakes up in the morning, his eyes have telltale dark circles underneath and he feels way too drowsy to drive. But he gets in his car and heads off to the library anyway to begin his shift.
He’s greeted by Mary, the kind older woman who shouldn’t still be working at the library but Dan knows that she means well. It’s not her fault that sometimes she stamps the wrong part of their forms for library loans or she writes the date as something way off. He knows that she loves the library more than her own life and that’s okay with him to work with her.
“We have a new applicant for the summer position.” Mary tells him, her voice a bit shaky as she moves a stack of books delicately from one end of the counter to the other. “He seems well and like he’d be a good fit while I’m out.”
Dan has already been through probably thirty applications for Mary’s position while she’s out of work to visit her family in Florida for three months. But none of the applications were anything spectacular. Dan would read one after another and see the same candidate in each one: a young teenager who just wants a summer job to have a reason to make money. And although Dan isn’t opposed to actually hiring someone like that―he’d been a teenager once as well―he would still rather work with someone who is serious about the position.
“What is their name?” He asks, already moving to the computer to look at the email for the library.
“Philip, I believe.” She says. She picks up the stack of books she had just moved and sets them down on a cart on the other side of the counter. “I’m going to go and put these away now.”
Dan nods in her direction and pulls up the email with the application. He looks it over and is immediately stricken at the fact the fact that this guy was 28 and applying for this position. Dan was 25 himself and he would much rather work with someone who was 28 than someone who was 16. As he read the application, he found that Phil, as his application asked him to be called, actually had a library science certification and was a recent employee for a public library downstate. The fact that the guy had experience and was also rightfully certified for the position was extremely intriguing to Dan and he quickly took note of his number by writing it on a sticky note.
He minimized the application and walked down the counter to the phone that sat on the end. He picked up the receiver and dialed Phil’s number. It rang a few times and just as Dan thought someone was going to answer, the line cut off and Phil’s voicemail began. When it beeped, Dan let out a sigh and then began his message.
“Hello, this is Daniel Howell calling from Western Valley Public Library. I have looked at your application and I would love for you to come in for an interview if possible. You can call me back at 347-222-9736. Thank you.”
Dan puts the receiver down and sucks in a breath. He really hopes that Phil calls them back because even though he wouldn’t mind hiring 17 year old Heather, he’d much rather hire Phil who is actually qualified.
Dan spends the rest of his morning looking through the list of loans that other libraries have requested from their collection and he spends most of his time taking note of each title and then finding it on their shelves, most containing a thin layer of dust. He’s busy dusting them off and sticking a label in the inside of what school or library it’s going to when the phone rings beside him and he quickly stands up from his stool and rushes over.
“Western Valley Public Library, how may I help you?”
“Hi. This is Phil. You called earlier about an interview but I was busy and didn’t make your call. Is it okay to still schedule an interview?”
Dan feels his lips curl into a smile and he quickly rushes over and grabs a pad of sticky notes and a pen before he settles down, resting his elbows on the counter.
“When can you come in?”
They decide on an interview the end of this week and Dan finds it quite strange that he already cannot wait to conduct it. He doesn’t know if he’s excited because he gets to do it himself this time or that he’s just eager to meet someone new after just working with Mary these last three years with no one else around.
When Dan was first hired here, it was by total accident. He was fresh out of college with nothing more than a philosophy degree and he felt lost. He didn’t know what to do or where to go but Lucas helped him. Lucas knew his great-aunt worked for the public library system and he managed to get Dan a job here a the library. There had been many other workers in the library years prior but budget cuts left them with just enough money to pay both Mary and himself. It was a miracle that this library is even open. Dan hardly sees anyone ever actually come here.
By lunch time, the library is getting ready to close at two today and he’s gearing up to take his lunch to the meeting room and eat when he realizes he didn’t even have it with him. He must have never grabbed it from the fridge at home before he left.
He’ll beat himself up for it later, but right now, he’s stood at the counter, looking at the empty library as Mary stands around and dusts off shelves, not even bothered. He’s pretty sure she didn’t even hear him when he told her Phil was coming in for an interview this week.
Dan takes a seat on the stool and scribbles a bit on his sticky notes when the door to the library opens and he looks up to see that all too familiar brown leather jacket. His lips pull up in a big smile and he walks around the counter to meet Lucas half-way.
“What are you doing here?” Dan asks. “Shouldn’t you be at college?”
“You forgot your lunch so I thought I’d bring it to you here before I went to my seminar.” Lucas leans forwards and presses his lips lightly against Dan’s. “I would never get through my criminal offenses seminar knowing I never brought my hubby his food.”
Dan feels his cheeks blush as he looks between them at the brown paper bag in Lucas’s hand that contains his half-assed made PB and J sandwich and a Tupperware container of fruit. It’s an embarrassing meal, but it’s all he has time to make and really, it’s all he can afford to make being the only one to make money between him and Lucas.
But Lucas was studying to pass the Bar exam in just six months time and Dan didn’t want to impose on that. Not when Lucas has been studying for this moment for as long as Dan has known him.
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“But I wanted to.” Lucas pressed, his arm coming up and snaking it’s way around Dan’s waist. “I have to get going if I want to get a parking spot and make it to seminar in time but I’ll see you at home later. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
They kiss one last time as Dan takes hold of his paper bag lunch from Lucas and then waves goodbye as he walks back out the door.
“Was that Frances, Dan?” Mary called from the counter as she set her cleaning supplies down.
“His name is Lucas, Mary. Remember?” He asks with a laugh.
Mary waves it off and Dan snickers a bit more as he tells her he’s going to take his lunch and he retreats to the meeting room.
Dan gets home from the library at around three and he finds himself trying to tidy up some of the mess that Lucas had left behind that morning. There were random files and notes thrown all over their coffee table and Dan even found some torn out textbook pages under the couch. He puts them all into a neat little pile and puts them off to the side just in time to sit down and rest his feet.
He grabs the remote for their TV in the living room and turns it on to see that the channel was on the news station. Dan rolled his eyes, because he didn’t feel like watching the news but the story caught his eye.
The sketch of the Western Valley Serial Killer was on his screen and he was staring at it. Underneath the sketch was a description of them and Dan reads off the bullet points in his head.
6 Foot tall
Roughly 200 pounds
Dark brown hair and dark eyes
Slight stubble around chin
Athletic build
Dan reaches for the remote and switches the channel as fast he can, trying to get the image out of his head of this guy walking around and preying on innocent people. His stomach tightens into a knot and he finds it hard to not think about anything but that as he eventually finds an episode of Fixer Upper to try and clear his thoughts.
He watches a few episodes of Chip and Joanna before he hears the telltale signs of keys in the front door and the door pushes open to reveal Lucas on the other side. He has a plastic bag full of what looks like Chinese food and Dan’s stomach gives a hungry growl.
“Hope you don’t mind that I picked up Chinese for dinner.” Lucas says, setting the bag on their kitchen counter.
Dan stands up from the couch and walks over to him, leaning his hands onto the counter. “What did you get me?”
“Sesame Chicken with Lo Mein.” Lucas says, pulling it out the bag and setting the foil container onto the counter.
“You know me so well.” Dan comments with a laugh as he leans forward and kisses his cheek. Lucas stiffens for a second, and Dan pulled back a bit quicker than he wanted to. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t help but see the way Lucas’s demeanor shifted at the kiss.
But he didn’t say anything about it. And neither did Lucas.
“You’ve only ever ordered the same thing since freshman year.” Lucas says, pulling out his food next and crumbling the bag, throwing it into the garbage can.
Dan nods curtly and forces a smile as he grabs the hot container and takes it to their table where he sits down with a plastic fork and opens up the top, digging into it.
They eat mostly in silence but that’s more common than Dan would like to admit. Normally its because they’re both so busy eating, they just forget to speak. But other times it’s just because they have nothing to say to the other. Dan sadly feels like it’s the latter tonight.
When they’re done, Dan helps Lucas pick up everything and then he goes to the living room and pulls out his laptop to scroll social media while Lucas grabs at the pile that Dan had picked up and begins to paw through it again.
“How was your day?” Dan asks.
“Stressful.” Lucas says without any hesitation. “I’m so ready to take this fucking exam and be done with it. At this point, I don’t even feel like I can pass it.”
“You’ll do fine.” Dan says, turning himself to face Lucas. “You’re smart and more than capable of passing the exam.”
Lucas lets out a breath. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m even doing this.”
“You want to be a lawyer.” Dan says. “You told me that it’s something you’ve dreamed of doing since you knew what a lawyer was. Don’t give up on that dream just because times are getting rough.”
Lucas sighs and runs his hands through his hair, brushing it back onto his head before it falls back to it’s normal quiff-like position. “I’m sorry if I’m being cynical.” He says. “I just never anticipated everything to be this difficult.”
“But you got this.” Dan says, putting his laptop down onto the coffee table and moving closer to Lucas. “You’ve got it in you to pass this exam and you’re going to make the best damn defense attorney that has ever lived.”
Lucas turns his head and his lips are curled up into a slight smirk. “You’re the most amazing person.” He says, his hand coming out and resting on Dan’s jaw. “I’ll never understand how I got so lucky.”
“I can say the same for myself.”
Lucas leans forward and kisses Dan, his lips drawing the breath from Dan’s lungs. Dan whimpers and reaches out, pressing his hand against Lucas’s bicep to steady himself as Lucas deepens the kiss.
They take it to the bedroom and Dan is soon on his back with Lucas between his legs and he’ll never get over how amazing sex is with Lucas. How caring and gentle he is but also how rough he is when he wants to be. His fingertips leave bruises on Dan’s hips but the slight tingle left in their aftermath only makes Dan enjoy them more.
When Lucas stands up to use the restroom, Dan notices red marks on his back and while he didn’t think he’d dug his nails into Lucas’s back, he still finds himself looking at the tops of his fingers for any burrs on them.
Lucas climbs back into bed beside Dan a few moments later but Dan is far too tired to comment on the scratches so he doesn’t. He just closes his eyes and falls asleep for a short time before waking up at just before midnight and realizing he’s fucked his sleep schedule once again.
Dan can’t fall back asleep and it burdens him as he gets up at just half past midnight and walks out of their bedroom, Lucas still asleep on the bed. He makes his way into the kitchen and opens their fridge thinking that maybe a midnight snack might make him feel a bit better.
When nothing seems to grab his attention, he moves to their freezer and opens it up to search inside. He finds a half-empty pint of Ben and Jerry’s and pulls it out, opening the lid to make sure it wasn’t frost bit. He sets the lid off to the side on the counter and opens their silverware drawer and pulls out a spoon.
He meanders his way back into the living room and plops down onto the couch again, reaching out to grab at the remote for the TV and turn it on. He presses the power button and just as the TV comes to life, the same local news station is highlighting the screen and Dan feels his heart race.
“Western Valley Police will be holding a press conference this morning at 9am regarding the Western Valley Serial Killer. Police say that they have some new information that they are withholding from releasing until the press conference tomorrow. Police are still encouraging anyone to come forward with any…”
“You’re still watching this shit?”
Dan jumps, his shoulders rising up as he gasps and drops his unused spoon onto the floor by his feet. He quickly turns his head and sees Lucas standing behind him, a pair of tight boxer briefs covering his hips and his arms folded over his chest. His hair was slightly mussed up and Dan felt it hard to not feel a bit jolted at seeing him standing there.
“It was just what was on when I turned the TV on.” Dan mumbles, reaching for the remote again.
“It’s such a sad, pathetic thing.” Lucas comments, moving around the side of the couch and sitting down beside Dan. “Like what heartless fucking monster would do that?”
Dan shrugs. “A pretty bad one.”
Lucas scoffs. “Turn the channel, babe.” He says, his voice harsh. “I don’t want to watch this shit right now.”
Dan turns the channel as fast as he can and they eventually end up on Adult Swim, watching some episode of Rick and Morty. His pint of Ben and Jerry’s remains long forgotten, melted on the coffee table next to the soiled spoon. Sometime about an hour later, he finds himself curled onto Lucas’s bare chest, his eyes falling closed.
When he wakes up to Lucas leaving before the sun even comes up, he doesn’t question it. He just closes his eyes, and falls asleep again on the couch, curled up in a blanket that he didn’t put on himself.
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Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 10-25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.
What was your:
last beverage: Melk.
last phone call: an awkward talk with my dad.
last text: a text asking the name of the cheap grocery store that my cousin showed me.
last song you listened to: Black Rock Shooter
last time you cried: yesterday over a Momma CQ inspired chapter of a book.
Have you ever:
Dated someone twice: nope.
been cheated on: nope.
kissed someone and regretted it: no
lost someone special: yes.
been depressed: yes.
been drunk and threw up: nope. I won’t drink anymore after one cup, and that’s only ever fruity wine.
list four favorite colors: lavender, prussian blue, alizarin crimson, and black.
last year have you:
made a new friend: yes.
fallen out of love: yes.
laughed until you cried: yup.
met someone who changed you: yes.
found out who your true friends are: yes.
found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so...
general:
how many internet friends do you know in real life: At least four, because I went to school with them or met them because of a friend.
do you have any pets: 2 cats named Hanabusa and Lizzy, and 2 dogs named Yugi and Lava
do you want to change your name: sometimes. I’m not fond of the name Destiny.
What did you do for your last birthday: OMG, I MADE AND DECORATED MY OWN BIRTHDAY CAKE! THAT’S MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE THING ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY!!!
what time did you wake up today: 5:05am
what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping
name something you CANNOT wait for: the day that I can make enough money to be able to travel wherever I want. Most likely Japan, but I would love to visit internet friends if I wasn’t imposing on them.
last time you saw your mother: right now.
what is the one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish that I could communicate what I’m trying to say better. Alot of the times, I feel like I come off as rude or inconsiderate when I just want to help someone.
what are you listening to right now? Static that is on the other end of mom’s phone because the talkative one that stays on the phone for hours on end doesn’t have anything to say.
have you ever talked to a person named tom: very briefly
what’s getting on your nerves right now: mom talking on the phone with the speaker on when it doesn’t need to be on. (but I won’t say anything, even though it is super annoying and rude that she does it. Plus she’s talking to the one person that has a migrane inducing voice)
most visited webpage: um, that’s probably a tie between tumblr and youtube
zodiac sign: Aquarius
he or she: she
elementary: HCS (Howardsville Christian)
highschool: HCS
College: SMC
hair color: dark brown
long or short: short, about shoulder length
height: 5′3″
do you have a crush on someone: no
piercings: ear lobes
tattoos: no
righty or lefty: righty
firsts:
first surgery: never had one
first piercing: my ears
first best friend: Noelle
first sport you joined: soccer
first vacation: LA, California
right now:
eating: spicy cheetos
drinking: nothing
I’m about to: go to my room to get rid of at least some of the noise that mom is not trying to keep to herself on the phone (sorry, this is my pet peeve. have told her not to do it before, she doesn’t listen unless I tell her I have a migrane)
waiting for: phone call to end
your future:
want kids: maybe someday, idk. I may adopt when I feel ready
get married: I don’t know. It would be nice, but I don’t think I’d do well with a partner. I tend to want to do things on my own, usually accidentally shutting people out. I don’t want that for whoever I may marry. They deserve better.
career: I would like to become a manga artist, but I’ll settle for other art related jobs.
which is better:
lips or eyes: eyes
hugs or kisses: hugs
shorter or taller: taller
older or younger: younger
romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous
nice stomach or nice arms: nice arms
sensitive or loud: sensitive
hook-up or relationship: relationship
troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant most of the time.....unless you’re a friend I feel comfortable with, then I tease and everything else
have you ever:
kissed a stranger: no
drank hard liquor: sipped and disliked
lost glasses/contacts: yes. And panicked because I’m blind as a bat without them.
sex on first date: no, and I never will. I’ll save that for when I’m sure that’s who I want, and they are sure that I am who they want. In other words, I’m waiting ‘til marriage for that, if I ever do get married.
broken someone’s heart: unfortunately, yes. I wish that things not working out the way we hoped hadn’t hurt him at all. If I could, I’d take his pain away so he didn’t have to hurt.
arrested: good heavens, no! I think I’d go into full blown panic attack mode!
turned someone down: yup. A boy that was being kinda creepy and stalkerish in elementary. I don’t regret that. He legitimately creeped me out!
cried when someone died: yes
fallen for a friend: I don’t think so
do you believe in:
yourself: to an extent
miracles: yes
love at first sight: For others, yes. For me, no. I have to get to know someone before I get to love
heaven: yes
Santa Claus: no
kiss on the first date: I don’t know. maybe if we’ve seen eachother alot and hug out together before the date.
angels: yes
I wrote down these questions before hand and found that there were only 80 questions. So, here’s 12 more random facts:
My eyes are brown
My favorite animals are snakes and lizards
I live in a swampy area
My favorite mythological creature is the dragon
My favorite book series is Leven Thumps
My favorite Undertale AU is Flowerfell
I like to write a bit, but my books are either private or most of the time not finished. (Hopefully after Animatale is finished, I can post it!)
My favorite anime is Fairy Tail, followed closely by Hetalia
I’m an American
If there’s a type of art that you suggest to me, I’ll most likely try it out. (unless it’s too expensive)
When I was younger, my favorite things to do were climb trees and collect Hot Wheels cars (or any other brand)
I’m a multishipper and a yaoi shipper (spiritshipping being one of my absolute favs)
@noellethepastelhobbit you are the one who tagged me!!!
The others that I’ll tag are (and you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to): @enderandest, @missladytale, @twinklephoenix, @crystal9999999, @lavender-sans, @the-holiday-viruses, @missadventuresofshaylah, @tetsuma, and @lixthenala.
This was basically done just for fun. And as I was writing this: YES! MOM FINALLY GOT OFF HER PHONE! THANK HEAVENS! MY HEADACHE WAS COMING ON FAST!!!
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NYC BIRTHDAY TRIP (MARCH 2019)
Ok, so it has been awhile since I have written on my personal blog. Time to update and all that has happened this year. I cannot believe half of the year is over! Where did the time go? Well, the year 2019 didn’t really start off too well and was dealing probably what has been one of the hardest moments of my life. Our family dog, Romeo, (who had just turned 14 November 8th 2018) was diagnosed with Cancer in December... He seemed a bit better as we had a given him some pain medication to help but as soon as it ran out he was not eating or drinking... It happened so quickly and by the end of February we had to make the THE decision to put him to sleep. We had gotten Romeo my Senior year of high school so our first dog, Sonny, had someone to be around. I was super close with Romeo remembering every step of when we got him (Close to Valentine’s Day 2005). I cried myself to sleep the very first night without Romeo and will never every forget to this day still have this hole left in my heart...
This Birthday Trip seemed like one that was meant to be more than ever. As I sit here writing this blog post, I am listening to one of my favorite Musical Soundtracks, “Anastasia: The Musical”. It has a very special meaning to me and it all started last Summer (Read one of my previous blog posts).
As soon as I saw “Anastasia” for the first time, I knew I had to go back but this time I decided to plan a trip during my actual Birthday week and see the show on my actual Birthday. Mind you I was thinking this as soon as I got off the plane Summer 2018. In November, I started planning out my Birthday trip and knew I wanted to see “Frozen: The Musical” as an actual Birthday Gift so that is what my whole family decided to chip in on. I originally planned to see the show by myself but ended up seeing the show with my younger cousin Charlotte. Only fitting since she took me to see the 1st “Frozen” movie. My Aunt found a really good deal on tickets and we had the best seats ever! More on that later. as March was getting closer I knew I wanted to spend more than one day in NYC, especially sine I was seeing “Frozen” the night before my actual Birthday. Before I had even purchased a ticket, “Anastasia” announced that the show would be closing on March 31st, just a few days after my Birthday (March 28th). I definitely had a moment of sadness but I knew this Birthday Trip would mean even more now. Calling to get tickets was definitely a bit crazy I was afraid of not securing a ticket before it closed. I purchased a ticket which was one of the last deals I would fine last minute over the phone. There are two shows usually on Wednesdays on Broadway, so I asked myself what other show did I want to see that would be super special? “Prom: The Musical” had started on Broadway in November but had a long Journey before getting there and one of my former dance friends (we were swing partners) was a part of this Musical! I said “Ok, this would be perfect!” I quickly purchased a ticket and was set to see three Broadway shows my Birthday week! I was super excited as I have never been away on my actual Birthday!
TUESDAY: MARCH 26TH 2019
Come Tuesday, March 26th I was all set and ready packed for my week away. I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle who I always have a wonderful time with.My flight was at 7:30AM and I would get into NY around 10AM. My whole flight to New York, I finished up the rest of my book and biography of Sara Bareilles “Waitress: The Musical”. My Aunt picked me up and we headed back to their house. We had a nice lunch at the house and caught up. Mid day my Aunt and I decided to head to the stores. Later that night, my Aunt took me to a Chinese place that was super good! Was so great to spend time with my Aunt and was excited for the rest of the week! We headed back to their house and my Aunt and I sat down to watch an episode of “This Is Us”! As soon as we finished I got settled and ready for bed.
WEDNESDAY: MARCH 27TH 2019
It was nice not to have to rush out to NYC, but I would be there everyday if I could. I left for the train station around 10:30AM. Took the train into the City to get there between Noon and 1pm. I was set to see “Prom: The Musical” at 2pm. As I was on the train, I was texting my dance friend, Teddy, and asked about him coming out after the show, he sadly had told me he had something scheduled and wouldn’t be out. I took one shot and asked about seeing him quickly before the show. He said he could make that work as he would arrive at the theatre a bit later than some of the other cast members. I got into the City just before 1pm at Penn Station on 33rd. I headed over to 48th Street where “Prom: The Musical” was at Longacre Theatre. I was super excited to get a message on the way there that Teddy was able to say a quick hi BEFORE the show as he was going into the theatre. He waited until I arrived for a quick hi and photo. I was super blessed to be able to see him. I was at the top of the theatre but was super intimate and was still a great seat to enjoy the show! Before the show, I of course had to head to the merchandise table to buy a few memorabilia from the show I bought a key chain (I collect Broadway Keychains!), Broadway Program Playbill, and of course the soundtrack to the musical! The show started around 2pm, and ended around 4pm. This show was super powerful and loved all the dancing and choreography. What really stood out was after the bow, at the end of the show, the cast went right back into dancing.. As soon as the show finished, I exited the theatre and headed over to the stagedoor. I waited for Becca (who danced with Teddy in the show), to come out and introduced myself. I kindly mentioned that Teddy offered to sign and get a few other cast members to sign if I left it with someone after the show. Becca kindly asked me to leave it with Security and she would get it to Teddy later that day. I was so grateful to Teddy and Becca for helping me out. As soon as I got a quick photo with Becca, I headed back towards 44th Street area to meet up with my cousin Charlotte and her dad Eric for a quick bite before the second show of the evening, “Frozen”! We met at a fun little Japanese place near 44th Street and we caught up while we enjoyed a nice dinner. My cousin Charlotte and I have been very close since she was super little. I remembered she had taken me to “Frozen” the movie, so back in November 2018 I started planning my trip with her mom and we booked our tickets pretty quickly. I was super excited to take my cousin to see her very 1st Broadway Show! After we finished eating, we walk towards The St. James Theatre, where “Frozen: The Musical” was. Last Summer, I was quickly able to say hi to all four of the girls/talented kids who were part of this musical some from the original cast. We said our goodbyes to Charlotte’s dad for a few hours and headed into the theatre. We headed to the merchandise table to purchase a few items. I picked up my Playbill/Program with some amazing photos of the original cast which came with a keychain if we bought it online (Which I did while purchasing the tickets). Well, my parents did as my “Frozen: The Musical” ticket was a Christmas Gift from my parents. I also splurged and purchased a jacket with the “Frozen: The Musical” logo on it. We headed to our seats and were amazed how incredible seats they were! This is a quick story from when I was planning my trip. My Aunt messaged me and told me about two seats that were considered partial view right behind the conductor but one of my cousins had looked it up on a website to see what the seat view looked like, and guess what? The seats were perfect! So we purchased them because they were a lot cheaper ($57.50) than what the seats around it were (around $175). Back to being present at the show. My cousin and I got to the theatre pretty early, so we sat right in the front row and took in everything around us. I wished the conductor luck before the show and the curtain went up. I was super excited. Throughout the show, I would look over at my cousin and saw a huge grin and smile on her face just in awe of the show. I loved every second of it and seeing everyone, the costumes and every detail up close made it even better! There were some amazing special affects throughout the show and the snow coming down at the end topped everything off! My cousin Charlotte and I left the theatre with huge smiles on our faces. We headed to the stagedoor and had a chance to meet a few of the cast members from the show. My cousin and I said our goodbyes, once her dad had shown up and I headed across the street for one more thing I just had to do before headed back to Penn Station. The Broadhurst Theatre, where “Anastasia” went on every night was just across the street from The St. James Theatre which I was very familiar with from last Summer. Both shows finished around the same time so I decided to go pay a visit to the stagedoor since I knew the cast members were still out there signing. I waited until most had spoken to Christy Altomare (the lead “Anya”). I went up and I had mentioned to Christy I had come last Summer to see Nicole right before she left, and ran into her backstage. She did remember and then I told I was so sorry to not see the show tonight...I mentioned the next day was my Birthday and she wished me a Happy early Birthday. I quickly then mentioned it would be super special because I had a ticket to see “Anastasia” one last time on my actual Birthday and I would be back tomorrow. Christy had the biggest smile on her face and we grabbed a quick photo before I said “see you tomorrow!” I just couldn’t wait until my Birthday. First time being away on my actual Birthday. As I headed to Penn Station, I reflected on what had happened all that day. On the way back to my Aunt and Uncle’s place, on the train, I was looking at my phone and realized it was passed Midnight and my Birthday had actually begun! With a huge grin on my face I quickly got settled back at my Aunt and Uncle’s home and fell asleep after 1am.
THURSDAY, MARCH 28TH 2019
Birthday began waking up and headed upstairs to eat a little breakfast with my Aunt and Uncle. Although I wasn’t seeing “Anastasia: The Musical” until later that night, I still wanted to get into NYC a bit earlier as I had to walk back to 48th Street to pick up my Playbill/Program from the theatre “Prom: The Musical” was. I took the train back into NYC around the same and arrived sometime after Noon. As soon as I walked out of Penn Station I walked over to Sprinkles Cupcakes to get my FREE Birthday Cupcake (My fav Salted Caramel Flavor). Then I headed to 48th Street. Teddy did more than just him signing the Playbill and had most of the cast members sign the whole front of the program! It is super special and reminded me of the memories I had made the previous day. As I walked back to 44th Street I was thinking about where I could eat for my Birthday Lunch/Dinner. I did try to meet a few friends but nothing ended up working out, so I walked over to Buca Di Beppo (on 45th Street). I got my favorite all time dish I hadn’t had in what felt like years, pasta with chicken and capers in a spicy sauce! I just felt like having something I couldn’t eat back at home and treated myself for my Birthday. After finishing up my Birthday lunch, I headed over to The Minskoff Theatre where “Lion King: The Musical” was, and met up with one of the young cast members who portrays “Young Nala” in the Musical, Suri Marrero. We had connected on Instagram, Suri had done an Instagram Takeover for my online Magazine. Suri was performing on my Birthday night as she shares the role and they each do four shows a week, but I just had to see “Anastasia” on my Birthday (You will see why later in this blog post). I did get a chance to say hi to Suri and take a few photos with her in front of the beautiful theatre. Was super fun to meet Suri in person. This was all around 5:45pm so as soon as I finished I headed back to 44th Street and The Broadhurst Theatre where “Anastasia: The Musical” was. The doors open well before the show starts so I ended up going in and just taking in this theatre for the last time. I was on the second level this time around (1st visit I was about 8 rows back in Orchestra). The view was just as great and I still had a chance to get a an amazing video of the company’s bows (There were only around four shows left after the one I attended). Right before the I got a Facetime call from my Niece and Nephew wanting to sing and wish me a Happy Birthday, the show was about to start, so instead my sister took a video and sent it to me. During intermission of the show, I quickly took a look at the video. My heart melted with my Niece and Nephew singing me Happy Birthday. I also was sitting pretty close to the upstairs merchandise table so during intermission I was able to quickly take a look at what else I wanted to purchase from the show before it closed. I decided since I was planning to the National Tour of “Anastasia” in May, I made a quick decision to get the jacket with the “Anastaisa” logo on it. It is very thin and perfect for Florida weather to bring to inside places and very lightweight. Now the weather, in NYC, was a bit colder than what I was used to, but I still insisted on wearing my jacket outside after the show finished.The show started around 7:30pm so it finished around 9:45pm. As soon as the show’s curtain was down, I headed outside to the stagedoor. After about 10-15minutes some of the cast members started making their way out of the theatre. I was able to grab quick photos with many of the cast members (unlike my first trip to “Anastasia” I really truly just took it all in the very first time). Said a quick hi to Delilah who I had just found out that day I would be seeing as “Little Anastasia” on The National Tour as well she was going to join as soon as the Broadway company had finished. I gave Deliah a special ring I purchased for her, the understudy of “Little Anastasia” Annika”, and of course Christy. I truly couldn’t wait to see Christy again and explain how much she made an impact on me the second I met her last Summer even if it was just for a quick moment. It was after 11pm when the crowd kind of got smaller and smaller (as Christy made her way to talk, sign and take photos I mean with EVERY single person waiting). That was practically two hours after the show finished Christy was still out there enjoying every moment with her fans. As Christy got closer I got a bit nervous because I sort of knew what was going to happen but was a bit unsure as she was on vocal rest the whole week to take care of her voice for the very last week of the show. Christy approached me and at first wasn’t really looking at my face because my Butterfly necklace and “Anastasia” jacket caught her eye. But she then quickly realized it was me, from the day before, and said “isn’t it your Birthday?” I had said “yes” I handed her a very special “princess” ring I had gotten for a few members of the cast in the show to remember their family at “Anastasia”. She looked at me and said “This is your Birthday and you are giving me a gift?” Christy made sure someone was actually videoing her speaking with me as she was about to do something she does for anyone who mentions it is their Birthday the day of the show. Christy first asked how old I was, and when I told her I was 31 she had was like “ No way! You look like you are 25! I want your genes!” I quickly laughed (as I get that a lot) but she didn’t and at this moment still doesn’t know the whole story. I didn’t have a chance to mention I wrote her a letter last Summer mentioning a lot. I didn’t want to keep her and left soon after she went onto the last few of the crowd. I headed back to Penn Station with this huge smile on my face and kind of starting to tear up as I watched the video a very kind fan was able to take for me of Christy singing me Happy Birthday as I headed back to my Aunt and Uncle’s home after Midnight (my usual time).
FRIDAY, MARCH 29TH 2019
I woke up and had breakfast with my Aunt and Uncle. We talked about what were planning to do that day as they wanted to celebrate my Birthday a day later since I was in NYC the whole day on my actual Birthday. We decided on seeing “Dumbo” which had just began in theatres that day. After getting ready for the day, we headed up to the movie theatre. We saw “Dumbo” and headed out to an outside mall to make a few quick stops. Then we headed to an Italian place for my Birthday dinner. Of course I loved every moment getting a chance to spend time with family and was a great end to my Birthday week in New York. We finished up dinner and headed back to my Aunt and Uncle’s place. I packed up for the week and settled in for the night. Although I ended up going upstairs and having a late night talk with one of my cousins and Aunt. We had fun talking and catching up.
SATURDAY, MARCH 30TH 2019
The next morning I had an early flight out headed back to Tampa, Florida. The plane ride home I was reflecting on my whole trip and definitely shed a few tears realizing this trip was probably one of the most memorable trips that I have ever taken. Each trip I have taken has had their moments and memories but this one was just extra special. I have no clue when my next trip will be but visiting NYC is always fun and making memories (even if it on my own) won’t stop me from doing what I love.
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Tagged by @dragonsfire Again, thanks for tagging me and I’m sorry it took so long.
Rules: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people
THE LAST 1.Drink: Dr K 2.Phone call: A work friend who picked me up after my drunk ass could not get my car home the night before. 3.Text message: My boyfriend. 4.Song you listened to: Backhug-Snuper 5. Time you cried: Friday night when I got home super drunk and everyone was yelling at me for being annoying at 3am. 6.Dated someone twice: I have a crap memory. Some hs time. Idk. 7. Been Cheated on: Have not to my knowledge. 8.Kissed someone and regretted it: No idea. I’ve been dating the same guy for four years. My memory doesn’t last that long. 9.Lost someone special: My dog shortly before thanksgiving. 10.Been depressed: New Years was the worst. 11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: Friday......I was already drunk when we left work than my friends took me to another bar so in the 40 minutes before closing, had two shots and two drinks on top of already drunk. Not fun when I got home.
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 1. Orange 2. Green 3. Blue
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15.Made new friends: Yes. 16.Fallen out of love: Nope. Unless you count me falling out of love with Randl/gmm. 17.Laughed until you cried: Yes. @nostrilmoth ate a tomato whole the other week and the juice squirted out of her mouth like a cherub fountain. I could not be calmed down. 18.Found out someone was talking about you: Don’t think so. 19.Met someone who changed you: I don’t think so?
20.Found out who your true friends are: Probably revealed who my true friends aren’t more so cuz I give so few fucks....
21.Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I’m friends with my bf?
GENERAL… 22.How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Most, as far as I know. 23.Do you have any pets: A greyhound.
24.Do you want to change your name: I’ve settled into my name. Maybe my last name to get away from paternal last name. 25.What did you do for your last birthday: Haven’t the foggiest. 26.What time did you wake up: Noonish. 27.What were you doing at midnight last night: As in two hours ago? Watching Hit the Stage. 28.Name something you cannot wait for: [Side note: I’m so jealous that you’re going to the Monsta X concert. I can’t justify the money cuz I just bought tickets to see Rhett and Link when they tour] Uhm, Day6 June comeback. Obviously.
29.When was the last time you saw your mother: 7ish? 30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Not always having to worry about money.
31.What are you listening to right now: Monsta X-....I Need You? Idk. The name is in Korean. Niga piryohae? [I don’t have korean keyboard on my computer or I’d type it not in crap romanization. 32.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: My driving instructor. 33.Something that is getting on your nerves: BLACKPINK STILL HAVEN’T GIVEN DETAILS ABOUT SUPPOSED SPRING COMEBACK. SPRING IS ALMOST FUCKING OVER. WHERE IS MY FUCKING BLACKPINK. 34.Most visited website: Youtube, probably. 35.Elementary: Do I answer where I went? Shannon Johnson. 36, High School: Lakota East 37.College: The Ohio State University 38.Hair color: Naturally dark brown, currently with ombre into blonde that I need to cut and redye before it just looks like I have 2002 style tips. 39.Long or short hair: Medium. 40.Do you have a crush on someone: Usually do.
41.What do you like about yourself: My hair when I actually wash it.
42.Piercings: I’ve had my ears done a million times but I let them grow back so now I just stab through if I need them. 43.Blood type: How do people know the answer to this question? 44. Nickname: Magz. Didn’t I already answer this? 45.Relationship status: Been dating the same guy since September 2013. 46.Zodiac sign: Libra 47.Pronouns: She/her 48.Favorite tv show: Shadowhunters, which is about to come back!!!! 49.Tattoos: Nah.
50.Right or left hand: Right.
FIRST… 51.Surgery: Idk. Tonsils removed when I was like 3ish? 52.Piercing: I don’t know. 5ish. 54.Sport: I don’t do sports. 55.Vacation: Fuck if I know??? How would I know this?? 56.Pair of trainers: What the fuck!
MORE GENERAL… 57.Eating: leftover shrimp lomein 58.Drinking: Dr K, I definitely answered that one. 59.I’m about to: do another tag or watch hit the stage. 61.Waiting for: This tag to be over bc I’ve lost all hope of ever reaching the end. I feel like I’ve made no progress and will never see the light of day again [I’m joking. Thanks for tagging me.] 62.Want: to go on vacation. 63.Get married: I’m more iffy on this post college graduation than I was first semester of college. 64.Career: I have an English degree that I don’t know what to do with. So I’m a waitress at my in law’s sports bar.
WHICH IS BETTER… 65.Hugs or kisses: Hugs but depends on the person in particular **I’ll keep that answer cuz you right. 66.Lips or eyes: Eyes. 67.Shorter or taller: Taller. 68.Older or younger: Older, I guess. But I prefer people close to my age either way. 70.Nice arms or nice stomach: Oooh. Tummy. But arms are good too.
71.Sensitive or loud: Loud, so I can be annoying with them. 72.Hook up or relationship: Relationship.
73.Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant bc I am too anxious for troublemakers.
HAVE YOU EVER… 74.Kissed a stranger?: No. 75.Drank hard liquor? : Yes. 76.Lost glasses contact/lenses? : Sunglasses count? 77.Turned someone down?: Yes. 78.Sex on first date?: No. 79.Broken someone’s heart?: Idk. 80.Had your heart broken?: Yes. 81.Been arrested?: No. 82.Cried when someone died?: My dog. 83.Fallen for a friend?: Always.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN… 84.Yourself?: Sometimes. 85.Miracles?: Not really. 86.Love at first sight?: No. 87.Santa Claus?: No, but I believe in the magic of him. <3 Lol. Christmas is my fav time of year. 88.Kiss on the first date?: I’ve never had a date that wasn’t already a friendship before, so yes up to this point I guess? 89.Angels?: No.
OTHER…. 90.Current best friend’s name: Liz! <3 91.Eye color: Hazel. 92. Favourite movie: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
I don’t know why I thought the 2-3am hour was the best time to catch up on tags.
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92 truths tag meme
Rules: Write 92 truths about yourself then tag 25 people
Thank you @literally-just-yoongi-trash for the tag (not sure if anyone else tagged me in it, I’m not going back any farther than the last month hahaha)
LAST…
[1] drink: black coffee
[2] phone call: My husband
[3] text message: My supervisor/best friend Kelly
[4] song you listened to: BTS - Save Me
[5] time you cried: Uhhh last night I got a little emotional over Born Singer while I was watching that live performance, you know that one where they stand on the rotating platform yeah I cry every time ok bye.
HAVE YOU EVER…
[6] dated someone twice: Yeah but it was like, 6th grade so not really.
[7] been cheated on: yuuuuup
[8] kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah when I was drunk XD
[9] lost someone special: Too many this last year and a half, if I’m being honest. 4 and counting.
[10] been depressed: Have you met me?
[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: Only once and I don’t actually remember the puking part.
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:
[12] green
[13] black
[14] bright af pink
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…
[15] made new friends: Tons, that’s what happens when you move across the country and have to meet all new people again :/ (But I love my friends no joke, especially all of you guys)
[16] fallen out of love: No. I think love evolves for me as I get older and my relationship has definitely changed a lot over this year due to everything that has happened to us, but not in a bad way. I’m very lucky to have a relationship that has grown and changed with me ever since I was young and I hope it continues to be that for both of us.
[17] laughed until you cried: So many times!
[18] found out someone was talking about you: Yeah a lot :/
[19] met someone who changed you: Oh absolutely. That’s what human interaction is all about man
[20] found out who your true friends are: Yep
[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: I mean yeah XD
GENERAL…
[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: I’d say 80-90%
[23] do you have any pets: Yes, a dog, his name is Obi Kenobi
[24] do you want to change your name: Not really, I like it now more than I did when I was younger
[25] what did you do for your last birthday: Uh..... I WENT TO THE FUCKIN WINGS TOUR IN NEWARK WITH THE COOLEST PEOPLE AND HAD THE BEST TIME EVER AND ALSO LOST MY VOICE FOR A WEEK which was really embarrassing when I got to see my dad for the first time in like 18 years 2 days later.... and I could barely talk....
[26] what time did you wake up: about 12:30 PM
[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Just settling in after getting home from work.
[28] name something you cannot wait for: J Hope’s mix tape. I have a feeling this boy is gonna drop fire on us.
[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Almost 2 years ago :/
[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I still worked at my old store with the staff there, but could bring my new friends/coworkers that I love with me. I really hate the management team where I’m at now, they are lazy and rude.
[31] what are you listening to right now: No music but I should change that.
[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: I have an uncle named Tom so yes XD
[33] something that is getting on your nerves: I think I’m getting ANOTHER cold :/
[34] most visited website: .........Do I have to say it???
[35] elementary: My dear Watson? (Central Elementary School, Snohomish WA)
[36] high school: Cheney High School, Cheney WA
[37] college: I went to college but the government shut down in America screwed my financial aid application so I didn’t go back for my last 2 classes because in the mean time I ended up getting a promotion to a job that I really loved and it was full time and my classes wouldn’t have worked out around my schedule. Ugh if I’d known then that I was gonna have to give it up and move here because my husband’s dad was dying.... I would have taken online classes or done night school or somethiiiiing.
[38] hair color: Naturally brown, currently pink AF
[39] long or short hair: SHORTTTTT
[40] do you have a crush on someone: Too many someone’s and they’re all kpop idols
[41] what do you like about yourself: I like my hair and I think my ears are cute :3
[42] piercings: each ear, 3 times
[43]blood type: When I ask my mom she says ‘the common one’
[44] nickname: Missa, Cabbage, Boo Boo, Missile, Scooter, Sissy, MEMU,Mel, Melrose, too many others.
[45] relationship status: Married for almost 9 years. but I’m a hoe for Jimin (and all of BTS let’s be real)
[46] zodiac sign: Pisces
[47] pronouns: She/her
[48] fav tv show: Probably Parks and Rec and Scrubs
[49] tattoos: I have 4 and I’ve been itching for more lately.
[50] right or left hand: Right
FIRST…
[51] surgery: I had a really bad infection from tripping in an outhouse when I was a toddler and landing on a piece of wood or a nail or something right in the juncture of my thigh to my groin. They had to pack it full of gauze and change it out several times. I don’t remember much of it but I think that was the earliest? If not then it was probably the stitches on my lip when I tripped and landed face first on a metal toy chest and my teeth went through my lip.
[52] piercing: ears
[53] best friend: My first best friend was my cousin Elizabeth who was a couple months younger than me
[54] sport: I played basketball in second grade if you can call it that XD
[55] vacation: Uhhh ‘To the property’ as we called it, which was really just us going across the state to the place where my parents were building a vacation cabin up in the mountains.
[56] pair of trainers: I have no clue but I did have a pair of bad ass Goosebumps sandals that glowed in the dark at one point.
RIGHT NOW…
[57] eating: nothing
[58] drinking: black coffee
[59] i’m about to: go get something else to drink at the gas station
[60] listening to: nothing still XD
[61] waiting for: uh..... me to get tired?
[62] want: money to deal with all of my stresses XD
[63] get married: I already did?
[64] career: Ugh. Again. Want to go back to my old store. I was on the management track there, supervising, running 4 departments, managing 17 vendors, and so much happier.
WHICH IS BETTER…
[65] hugs or kisses: hugs
[66] lips or eyes: depends on the person
[67] shorter or taller: I prefer taller in both usually
[68] older or younger: I used to swear I’d never be interested in younger guys... then I married one.... and then I found kpop.... Honestly I don’t care, I like both.
[70] nice arms or nice stomach: arms I think. I really like shoulders.
[71] sensitive or loud: both?
[72] hook up or relationship: depends on the person XD
[73] troublemaker or hesitant: depends on the situation? I’m kinda both
HAVE YOU EVER…
[74] kissed a stranger? Probably
[75] drank hard liquor? yep
[76] lost glasses/contact lenses? never had either
[77] turned someone down: Yea a few times
[78] sex on first date? Uh... I mean.... I wouldn’t call it a date... >.>
[79] broken someone’s heart? According to him, yes.
[80] had your own heart broken? Of course.
[81] been arrested? not yet
[82] cried when someone died? Too much lately
[83] fallen for a friend? off and on in my life. I love very openly and freely
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…
[84] yourself? In some respects
[85] miracles? I believe in the universe, is that the same?
[86] love at first sight? I believe in ‘infatuation at first sight’
[87] Santa Claus? The man. The Myth. The Legend.
[88] kiss on the first date? I mean I would if I was feelin it.
[89] angels? Not in the specific sense of the word, but something.
OTHER…
[90] current best friend’s name: Kelly for people I know in real life, and too many to name of my online/kpop friends. you know who you guys are and you literally keep me alive so thanks. I love you.
[91] eye color: Brown
[92] favorite movie: Labyrinth. Uhhh I tag the usual suspects, but I won’t list them, I know you’ll all see them and this is from like a month ago so XDDDD
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Hey guys, today I’m going to talk about some things I’ve learned throughout high school. I just recently graduated high school so I thought I’d write this while the whole high school experience was still fresh on my mind. I hope this is helpful and that you guys enjoy it!
1. Be True To Yourself
To give you some background information I went to a HUGE high school with over 600 people in my graduating class. My high school was known for the ‘higher class’ kids and wealth. I’ve never been particularly wealthy, although I am in no way to complain about my life, because in many ways I am so blessed. I’m thankful for what I have and what God has provided for me. My mom always told me we were rich in blessings. But, that didn’t change the fact that I sometimes felt secluded because the majority of the girls at my school were wearing Lulu lemon leggings when I was wearing target ones. I tried to be confident in myself, and who I was. But it was hard sometimes, the people seemed to be so judgmental sometimes. I just wanted to fit in and get through high school. Throughout high school my style changed, and developed over the years. But I’d like to think that through all the changes I stayed true to myself. I didn’t always necessarily fit in with my high schools typical girl, but I didn’t care about that. I was being myself, and that’s the most important thing. I still get self conscious and I still desire to fit in, because that’s just human nature, but at the same time I still strive to be true to myself everyday.
2. Friends Come and Go
I won’t go into any specifics about certain people, but, I can assure you one thing – people grow apart sometimes. It’s hard to see someone you’ve grown close to begin to grow away from you, trust me, I would know. I’ve been through plenty of friendships in high school that didn’t work out, but I’d like to think it was for the best. The people that I used to be close to who aren’t in my life anymore are people that I wouldn’t want in my life now. I see now that there was a reason we grew apart, and after a lot of thought and hurt I came upon these quotes that helped me through the heartbreak of lost friendship.
“God says: The reason some people have turned against you and walked away from you without reason has nothing to do with you. It is because I have removed them from your life because they cannot go where I am taking you next. They will only hinder you in your next level because they have already served their purpose in your life. Let them go and keep moving. Greater is coming.” — Anonymous
“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.” — Joquesse Eugenia
Just like the first quote says: people have a purpose in your life and once they’ve served that purpose they can only hinder you from your next step. I know it’s hard to let people go and to get over hurt like the loss of a friend, but trust me when I tell you that things will get better. You’ll meet someone new, who understands you and truly loves you, more than that person ever could. Just remember that you deserve all the love and happiness, so don’t settle for anything less.
3. You Are More Important Than School
I cannot emphasize this one enough. At my school grades and football were the two most important things. Kids would take so many AP classes that they’d stay up until nearly 2 am each night. They’d come to school the next day exhausted and on the verge of a cold. The majority of people in my school, including me probably got a maximum of six hours of sleep each school night. Sleep deprivation was the new norm at my school. “I’m so tired” became nearly a greeting amongst people. I didn’t take a whole bunch of AP classes in high school, not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. Because of my anxiety regular classes and my personal life were enough stress for me. In no way am I trying to convince you not to take AP classes, but rather, know your limit and know how much you can handle. Don’t do something you don’t want to do. Remember to put your mental health and wellbeing before school work. Grades are temporary, that one bad test grade won’t matter years from now. Focus on your health, and happiness, because you are more important that any grade on any test.
“Your mental health comes before school, always. If its midnight, and you have an exam the next day but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.” — Abbie Nielsen
Take care of yourself. Do what you need to do to be productive and stay healthy and happy. Don’t be afraid to say no, or to say yes. Do what feels right to you. Self care if so important, don’t ever forget that!
4. It’s Okay Not To Know
It’s okay not to know what you want to do next, after high school, or even after college. As a high school graduate I still have no clue what I want to do. I have ideas and goals for certain things in life, but I still don’t know about college, and what I’d even major in. It’s scary not to know, especially for me, because I’m the kind of person who has to have everything planned out. I love to have a to-do list for everything, it helps me to feel accomplished and helps me focus on what needs to be done. But sometimes there are certain things that can’t have to-do lists, the future is one of them. You can’t plan for what you don’t know. I’ve always been so used to just going back to school, and now that I’ve graduated high school I don’t have that reassurance anymore. I’m planning on going to college but I still don’t know what I even want to do. Do I want to be a teacher? Or a esthetician? A writer? A singer? I don’t know. But there’s a good thing that comes with the unknown- endless possibilities. Try and not fear the unknown, and trust that God is going to provide. Don’t feel like you have to have your life figured out by freshman year, or senior year, or at anytime really. It’s okay not to know- I still don’t. But you should know that in the end everything will work out.
5. Every Pain is Temporary
High school was very trying for me at some points. Because of my anxiety and panic attacks it wasn’t always easy. This last year, my senior year, my anxiety took a turn for the worst. My anxiety began to escalate to levels I’d never experienced before. I had to miss many days of school and even debated leaving to finish the year via online schooling. After much debate and finally seeking therapy I decided to stay at my high school, and finish the year with what I had left in me. It was hard, and there were times I thought I couldn’t do it. I wanted to give up so many times, but each time something in me must have not wanted to give up. My closest friends have always told me that I’m one of the strongest people they know. So I like to think that through the inner strength in me and through God I was able to finish high school and graduate. What I learned through this difficult battle through previous depression, and anxiety is to never give up. As cliché as it sounds, nothing bad lasts forever so don’t give up. It’s okay to feel down for a while, but don’t forget to get back up. This can be regarding school or anything, really. We all go through hard things in life. But those difficulties are like waves- they come and go and never stay too long. So, the next time you’re in the midst of a difficult situation remember that it will pass and you’ll get better. Like they say, you can’t have sunshine without a little rain. Have hope that your pain will end and your happiness will come.
“My current situation is not my final destination.” — unknown
“Sometimes life will test you but remember this: when you walk up a mountain, your legs get stronger.” — unknown
“Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.” — Daniell Koepke
Summer after my Freshman Year
Me at my Graduation Party
Well, that’s it for today’s post, I hope you guys enjoyed it and I hope it could help you throughout your journey in high school, or maybe someone else you know. Either way I hope these helped. Comment some things you learned in high school, or advice you have for current high school students.
And to any fellow readers out there in high school: I know it’s not fun, and it can be exhausting and you might want to give up from time to time, but stick with it and know that you’ll make it. I believe in you and I know you can do it! Stay strong and don’t give up!
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All the love,
Lauren ♡
The 5 Most Important Things I Learned In High School Hey guys, today I'm going to talk about some things I've learned throughout high school. I just recently graduated high school so I thought I'd write this while the whole high school experience was still fresh on my mind.
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