#especially since this is the Hates Beer website

[thatweirdtranny]

to everyone saying gin on my poll: why

[genericpuff]

no but listen, rachel has truly embodied herself as persephone because she's constantly trying to "distance herself" from her past as a medical fetish artist but then keeps the name that's affiliated with her medical fetish art-

Like, I can't believe I never noticed it before tbh, but that was the thought that hit me while I was explaining to someone on reddit what the name "used bandaid" meant and why it was weird that Rachel is STILL using it on her print cover books, even now when she just recently set up a new Facebook account with her REAL NAME and not the used_bandaid penname (I feel like this is an attempt to "legitimize" herself in the industry but idk).

But that leads me into talking about how she keeps lying about LO being her first webcomic project and that really pisses me off. And yes, this is related to the used_bandaid thing, just bear with me here.

A lot of my contempt for this is for reasons that go beyond her, I just hate the notion that people should succeed on their "first try" and that's an idea that's often sold by people like Rachel who spin these grandiose stories of how they were just "trying it out" and suddenly wham! Fame and fortune! You can achieve all this and more if you just xyz!

Literally, in every interview I've found over the past couple years, she always heavily implies that LO was her "first attempt", that she had never used Webtoons prior to LO, and that she was just "dipping her toes" into the medium. None of this is true, she's literally been drawing webcomics since the early 2000's (possibly earlier but the earliest documentation we can find is of The Doctor Pepper Show), LO wasn't even her first webcomic on the Webtoons platform (that goes to The Doctor Foxglove Show which she ended up dumping a chapter in to work on LO almost immediately after starting it on Tumblr) and as much as she'll claim she "couldn't pay anyone to look at her work", she had landed a number of gigs that got her work out there, had been printed in anthology collections, and IIRC she had even won some small local NZ awards for her comics prior to LO. Shit, there was a local beer brand that had her art on its labelling.

But it really feels like she's trying her damn hardest to hide all that, never mentioning or implying that she did anything prior to LO, that she was just a "struggling graphic artist working in retail" until LO happened.

So why keep the penname that's directly affiliated with that past identity ??

It boggles my mind, honestly, especially considering she had gone by MULTIPLE usernames back then, some of which were actually pretty sane that she could have used instead (such as Rach Alex, which she uses in her FB groups, and Rachel Royale).

I wouldn't blame her if she was trying to hide her old medical fetish stuff, whether she didn't want it affiliated with her new LO branding or if she's just embarrassed by it, I can totally empathize with that because god knows I wouldn't be all that proud to show off the cringy shit I got up to during my early days on the Internet. But if she IS embarrassed by it, you'd think the last thing she'd want to keep is the name that's directly affiliated with the thing she's embarrassed by. Almost like a certain pink protagonist who goes by the name she earned after doing the thing she doesn't want to talk about.

But if she ISN'T embarrassed by it, then why lie?

Why paint this picture that LO was a one hit wonder, that she lived on "struggle street" until she found fame and fortune on Webtoons?

Oh right. Because it's a better story.

Because it's way more romantic to be some struggling indie darling who "came from nothing" and achieved fame through one big idea. Because it looks good for the platform who's trying to attract people to their app and website on the promise that you, too, can be a success story simply because you followed the exact same perceived steps that you saw another person follow and advertise.

If you can't tell from my tone, I really fucking hate this kind of disingenuous wish fulfillment advertising. It's manipulative, it's cruel, and it sets people up with expectations far beyond their scope of reaching, both due to the luck and "being in the right place at the right time" involved at best (which is a HUGE factor in stories like these that people never talk about), or through joy-killing comparison at worst when you don't achieve worldwide fame on your first try and wonder why everyone else did (spoiler: they didn't, they just want you to think that because it makes for better headlines and it gets you using whatever product they're affiliated with.)

If Rachel doesn't want to be tied down to her past, that's fine. But it's incredibly irresponsible and flat out cruel to lie about that past existing at all because it sets a horrible precedent to those who look up to her and want what she has.

And I say all that because I've seen what happens to the people starting out who admire these creators who painted the picture that they were just successful right off the bat. It's not a fun headspace to be in, it's robbed many creators like myself and others of their joy in creating, and it's really all just a ploy to get you to spend time and money and energy on a stupid corporate phone app that profits off your emotional investment and labor. Don't fall for it. Pretending like the Act of Wrath didn't happen doesn't remove it from history.

Anyways, I was gonna leave it at that, but then I ended up doing another rabbithole deep dive through her Wayback Machine and found album art she had illustrated for NZ band PorcelainToy. Enjoy this piece of her "dark era" art that still exists without needing to use the Wayback Machine.

[causeimhappinesss]

RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

***

Instagram: @carolinemertz_

AO3: BetrayedWriter

[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By...(Chapter One)

Post-blip (five or six months later)

A/N: This is my first time writing on this website or anything public really, I usually just write for me, please just bear with me if it looks or sounds janky. Also, thanks for taking the time to read. I deeply & wholeheartedly appreciate you. Enjoy!

Summary: I suck at them but, I'll give it a shot. You- the reader, are surprised by 'old' friends when they show up out of the blue, asking for your help on a mission. (This is just the sum for chap. 1)

Word count: 2,760

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, ex-boyfriend jealousy...

The day was coming to an end, a small heatwave conjuring up a sweat as you wiped down your last table for the night. You blew out a breath, brushing back a sheen of perspiration with your forearm, watching the last customer walk out of the restaurant as the bell chimed above their head.

You never understood why people chose to sit inside when there were tables out on the sidewalk. It was hotter in here than out there, especially since the air conditioner had gone out just a few days prior and the fans above the tables were only circling the air inside. It was an actual oven, but they contended.

Your hightops heaved across the tile, dragging yourself with the sufficiency of a person who was only working because they had to. You kicked up the doorstop, pulling the door towards you with a small amount of goodwill and vigor to finish locking up, flipping the paper sign over from open to closed. It wasn't as if you hated your job. You thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of it all. It was the only person working the night shift job you hated with every fiber of your being. You weren't completely alone in the restaurant, having a few cooks and the owner to keep you company, especially on busy nights like the one you just had.

"I'm clocking out, Mrs. Turner!" You call out, reaching behind your back to untie the knot of your apron, pulling it up and off your neck once the ties came undone. Trudging back to the table, you picked up the disinfectant wipe and toss it in the bin, making your way to your boss's office before hanging up your apron on the hook. "Mrs. Turner...?" You murmur softly, poking your head in through the doorway, only to see her counting the profits for the day. "I'm heading home," You chime, pointing behind your shoulder with your thumb as she glances up at you.

"Alright, Honey," She beams, a bright smile pulling at her lips as her eyes meet yours. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

Working for the Turners wasn't supposed to be a permanent job, in fact, it wasn't even your original plan, as opposed to the small favors you would complete now and then for the people that were willing to pay a pretty penny for your...services.

But you figured having a stable job was smarter and safer than the alternative. And the help wanted sign was very persuasive, due to the pretty colors and splashes of glitter. It looked like it was made by a child, which you later found out, was decorated by Mrs. Turner's seven-year-old. "Always." You accede, tapping the doorframe as your goodbye before parading into the breakroom to gather your things from the lockers.

You take your backpack off the hook and swing the strap over your shoulder before time punching your card and going straight through the back door. The sounds of the city hit your ears as the heavy door slammed behind you. Traffic honks and tires treading against the grain while you walk further into the busy streets of San Francisco.

As you were about to turn the corner, you were met with the sight of your friend's van, followed by a trumpet rendition of La Cucaracha. You grinned widely, gripping your strap tighter as you jog up the 1972 Ford Ecoline, aka Big Bertha. At least that's what you called it. "Luis!" You rejoice, resting your palms on the ledge. "What are you doing here?"

"Scotty sent me out for a few things," Luis answers, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his head turned to you. "I was just about to go when I saw you. Thought you might need a ride." He shrugs, a cute smile playing on his lips.

You nod, reciprocating the smile at his answer. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble..." You drag, your voice hesitant, as if he didn't offer at all.

"Nah, get in." He gestures, beckoning you with a wave of his hand. "Your place is on the way," Luis loosens his seatbelt, reaching over to the passenger side to pull up the lock, opening the door for you.

You climb in, plopping down on the tufted leather seats as you pulled the door towards you, closing it shut. "Thanks, Lu," You breathe, dropping your backpack below your feet, then you fasten your seatbelt. "How is Scott, anyway?" You ask as Luis changes gears and presses the gas, the van rolls onto the street.

"Ehh...he's...he's alright, know what I'm sayin'?" He answers, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. "I mean, he missed like five years of his daughter's life. He's just trying to spend as much time with her to make up for years they both lost."

You nibble at the inside of your cheek, nodding softly in agreement as the city lights passed you by. There wasn't much you could say to that, having lost so many people yourself. People you considered family just...gone.

"Yo!" Luis pipes up, snapping you out of your train of thought. "Didja see the news today?!" He shakes his head, whistling at the thought. "I can't believe they would just give some random dude the shield like that, ya know?"

You drew in your bottom lip in contempt, nodding once again at Luis. You had seen the news, and they couldn't have picked a better time to broadcast. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Turner asking you in, you would've hunted Sam Wilson down and kicked his ass yourself.

The van rolled to a stop, brakes squealing as Luis pulled up beside your apartment. You sighed heavily, glancing at the small apartment you shared with your Ex-boyfriend. By the looks of the living room light illuminating behind the curtains, he was home, and you absolutely dreaded when he was. It wasn't as if you wanted to live with him, but you had no other alternative. Ever since dropping your side job, money was tighter, and he was kind enough to let you stay, just until you found a place. "Thanks again for the ride, Lu." You mumble, unclicking your seatbelt as you took hold of your backpack. "You didn't have to."

"Don't even mention it, Y/N," Luis reassures, watching you as you pull at the door handle, opening it to get out. "I know how hard it is to get back into the norm."

You shut the passenger door, shooting him a sympathetic smile. "I'll see you around?"

With a smile, Luis waves goodbye and drives off into the night, the exhaust pipe blowing smoke as he rode off. You shook your head, cracking a smile at the honk of his horn. You turned towards the front entrance of the apartment, your stomach twisting as your smile dropped completely. You swallowed thickly, rolling the tension from your shoulders to prepare yourself before jogging up the small flight of stairs.

You fished your keys from the front pocket of your backpack, taking a breath before shoving the key into the lock, twisting as you pushed the door open with your shoulder. "Joshua?!" You voiced, calling out your ex's name to make sure it was him. You dropped your belongings beside the door, pushing your sneakers off before kicking the door shut with your foot.

"Yeah, in here!" He responds quickly, a slight tremor to his tone.

You frown softly, tossing your keys into the bowl on the console table before sauntering to where his voice was emanating from. "Josh, are you...?" Your voice came to a halt, your footsteps stopping altogether as you walked into the living room.

"Hey!" Joshua exclaims once your figure comes into view. "You wanna explain who they are?" He presses, his face crossed with fear as he gestures to the two men sitting calmly on your living room couch.

You remained quiet, your body tense, eyes wide as your focus shifted between the men on the couch and your ex.

"Well...?" Joshua demands, crossing his arms over his chest, shifting in his stance at the unsettling glare one of the men was sending his way. "I was in the middle of hosting game night-as you can see, when they showed up," Josh drops his arms, hands splaying out to gesture to the coffee table consisting of five different dips, two bulk-sized bags of tortilla chips, and a twenty-four pack of Blue Moon beer. "The guys were just about to come over."

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to refrain from any and all insults towards your ex. That explained why he was home. "Um..." You utter, pinching the bridge of your nose, "Fucking hell," You curse under your breath, eyes fluttering open to look at Joshua. "Josh," You begin, clearing your throat as you start with the man on the left. "They are Sam Wilson and..." You hesitate, eyes settling on the man to the right, his sight alone bringing back the memories that you swore you didn't want to remember. "James Barnes," You finish, ripping your eyes away from his baby blues to look at your ex. "Aka-"

"The Falcon and The Winter Soldier..." Joshua finishes for you, his eyes flashing with amazement, head whipping towards the guys. "Shit!" He curses, smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Can I get you guys anything? A plate? Beer?"

"Actually," You grunt, interrupting before Sam or Bucky could answer. "Can you give us a minute, Joshua?" Insisting while your foot tapped impatiently against the hardwood floor.

"Should I be worried?" He inquires, eyes filled with confusion as he looked between the three of you, trying to piece together the situation at hand. The main reason you and Joshua couldn't work it out was that you kept a lot of secrets, mostly from him. He didn't like the fact that you wouldn't let him in. Sure, you lied to him, the biggest lie being that you were an Avenger, but that was just to keep him safe. There were other reasons why you decided to split up as well. Joshua knew...he knew deep down you were just with him to pass the time. He could see it when he looked into your eyes. There was someone else in the reflection and it wasn't him. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that it did hurt him. That he wanted a chance to make it work with you, but with the way you were staring at James, he finally recognized that reflection.

He should've noticed it early on-like that day he had somehow convinced you to take a trip to D.C for a tour of the Captain America museum. You were hell-bent on not going, trying to make up some elaborate excuse or an alibi of sorts, but alas, you still went. And for some odd reason, you couldn't stop coming back to the Bucky Barnes portion.

"No," You reply, keeping it short to dismiss him.

Joshua's mouth set in a hard line, a foreign feeling forming in the pit of his stomach-jealousy. He never had to worry about it before, especially when his friends used to come over, back when you were still together. Except for that one time, but how could he blame them? You were the kind of person that listened, laughed at the jokes being made, could lend a hand when needed, and your looks were just a bonus in his book. "Uhm, yeah," He coughed, frowning softly while nodding his head at you. "I have to go pick up the pizza, anyway," Josh brushes past you, fetching his keys from the bowl while slipping on his Vans that sat up against the wall ledge that separated the front door from the living room. "Are you going to be okay?" He mumbles, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

You shoot Josh a smile, nodding reassuringly, his footsteps approaching closer before stopping in front of you, the palm of his hand landing gently on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Let me know if you need anything, m'kay?" Josh's voice is soft, the concern in his eyes making you feel guilty. You knew he cared about you, and there wasn't a time where you'd catch him staring at you for far too long, but you were well past that. "I'm just a text away," He notes, waving his cell in his hand.

"Josh, I'll be fine," You sigh, stepping away from his touch, the sound of his hand hitting his jeans as it dropped from your shoulder. "I always am."

"Right," Josh nods, looking over at the men on the couch before gazing back at you. "I'll see you in a bit, bug." And with that, he turns, opens the front door, and steps out, shutting the wooden door behind him.

You close your eyes, the pet name Josh had coined for you making you sigh. He agreed to stop calling you that all together and it only made you feel that more guilty for ending things. "So..." You pipe up, opening your eyes as you turned to look at the guys. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Bug?"

Bucky is the first to speak, his jaw clenched at the mere sound of the word. Indignant at the way Josh had touched you, even if it was just your shoulder. "I didn't know he knew you like that," Bucky flashes you a taut smile, nodding softly as he shared a look with Sam, but the falcon only shook his head. "How long have you been..." Bucky couldn't even finish the question, his glove-clad hands tightening at the thought of you being with somebody else...someone that wasn't him. Though, it was his own fault. If he hadn't done what he'd done-you'd have never found another.

"Wow," You scoff, padding closer to where they sat. "You don't miss a beat, do you? Just..." You sink into the sofa adjacent to the one they occupied. "-Right into the big stuff."

"I didn't bring you here to question her about her love life," Sam voices, his scolding eyes on the man beside him. "And she sure as hell isn't obligated to answer you, Bucky."

You smile gratefully at Sam before glancing down at your leg that had begun to bounce in anticipation. "What are you guys doing here? And how'd you find me?" You ask, tilting your head in curiosity as you look up at the guys. "When I resigned from the Avengers initiative, they ensured me that I wasn't able to be traced, not by your or any other remaining member. I was supposed to be scot-free," You declare, hitting your thigh with your fist.

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Sam chuckles, shaking his head at the naivety. "We both know that's a bunch of bullshit. The government is always going to have its eyes on us. Especially free agents like you and us."

You draw in your bottom lip, biting down, eyes flickering between Sam and Bucky. You knew it was too good to be true, and part of you sensed the bullshit when the government explained it to you. You just didn't want to believe it.

"You were an ex-assassin. How could they not keep tabs on your whereabouts?" Sam recounts, emphasizing that it was in the past. At least, that's what they thought. "And I had some help from Redwing as well." He shrugs nonchalantly.

You choke out a laugh, shaking your head at the smug demeanor emitting from Sam. "Redwing," You whisper, smiling thinly. "Of course, nothing could ever be hidden from your personal P.I, huh?"

"I hate that thing," Bucky grumbles, folding his arms across his chest. in annoyance. "Invasion of privacy, I'm telling you."

"You love redwing," Sam jokes, playfully jabbing Bucky's arm with his elbow, "It's okay Bucky, you can admit it."

"Can we get back to the issue here?" You interject, "Not one of you has explained the reason you're here. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to see you...one more than the other," You whisper that last part but, completely aware that Bucky could hear it. "But, you both showing up out of the blue...? That's almost a bad omen."

"I didn't ask him here, by the way," Sam acknowledges, raising his hands in defense, "I just want to get that out of the way. Bucky came because he wanted to. I'm here," Sam gestures to himself, "-For one reason and one reason only..."

"And what's that?" You ask, leaning forward in your seated position.

"I need your help, Y/N."

[torunarigha]

Ha Ha Ho? Stadium Ban

Hang it all: an ex-ultra is Hertha’s new president!!! Will Kay Bernstein enact a Pyro-requirement in Olympiastadion? Will Dietmar Hopp be banned from Berlin? We answer all the most pressing questions relating to Bernstein here.

(a very goofy article from 11Freunde’s Max Dinkelaker and translated by yours truly. It pokes fun at questions one Bild journalist posed because of Bernstein’s former ultra connections. Said journalist seemed to have no regard for anything Bernstein has actually said during his campaign and implied him being elected would be “dangerous” for the whole league.)

The blue danger: Kay Bernstein has reached the top!

How dangerous is Kay Bernstein? For Hertha, for the Bundesliga, for Germany? Since yesterday it is clear: the former Vorsänger (person who leads chants at games) of the Berlin Ultra group “Harlekins 98” is the new president of the Bundesliga team. This selection poses many questions and the most important were posed by Walter M. Straten from Bild, with all appropriate restraint. 11Freunde conducted intensive research to find the answers.

Walter M. Straten asks: “Will he make Pyro legal and turn Olympic Stadium into a flaming hot pot?”

11Freunde knows it won’t stop at that. According to the editor’s exclusive information, Bernstein will issue various requirements for the most loyal fans of the old lady concerning future stadium visits, as soon as the first email to Hertha members. For example, starting next season there will be mandatory pyro, with every hertha fan required at minimum to fire one Bengal Firework for every half. What is especially treasonous is that children are allegedly not exempt from these rules. The only exception: whoever tattoos “Scheiß DFB” in big letters across their stomach has to only light one off every other home game. Hertha-Insider Volker Rauch (a name that is a play on words in German i don’t get lol), who spoke with 11freunde exclusively and extensively, knows about additional new rules to follow:

1. Whoever can’t prove that they have any Pyro torches to the ticket control will be shoved into specially prepared tiny hiding places* by security.

2. Otherwise, the primary job of ticket personnel for the new season will be to check whether the fans have smeared at least 50 milliliters of blood on their faces before the game as part of satanic rituals, per Bernstein’s request. Anyone who has too little or no blood on their face at all, must wear a balaclava.

3. Furthermore, there will be a minimum blood alcohol content for stadium goers. Anyone caught with less than 1%, will get knocked out.

4. Whoever drinks liquor instead of beer, must make sure that it is exactly 50+1 percent alcohol.

5. Apropos Alcohol: starting in August conventional cups will not be used and will be replaced in favor of Skull Jugs, custom built from the skulls of the slayed opposing Ultras.

6. Whoever maneuvers a scarf, flag, or jersey from rival fans will receive a lifelong stadium ban.

7. Media representatives, who say Ha Ha Ho instead of Ha Ho He (this actually happened lol) will lose their accreditation for at least one season.

8. Media representatives, that call the so-called “so-called fans” “so-called fans” one more time, will be personally delivered to a stadium guard by Bernstein where they will be forced to watch all the episodes of “My story - the life of...” with Riccardo Basile (i’m not sure the context behind this guy - do tell me if you know!).

Walter M. Straten asks: “Will the people (like Dietmar Hopp) or clubs (like RB Leipzig) hated by the Ultras be insulted and ridiculed with his [Bernstein’s] blessing?”

With this question, 11Freunde has more shocking information to present. Only people who can prove that they insulted Dietmar Hopp numerous times, can get a season ticket for the 2022/2023 season. Fan can upload evidence of this (in the form of screenshots or links to Facebook comments or tweets), on the club’s website until the end of July. Important to note: elementary school insults like “egghead” and “idiot” are not enough. Worse explicit and criminally relevant insults are required, ideally against the the parents of the Hoffenheim investor. All the same, Bernstein will try to reach out to people who have not played a part in these insults and mockery. During the summer break, there will be various workshops with seminars like “Crosshair Drawing For Dummies” or “Mockery Record Keeping 1: This Is How I Keep Track of my insults.” Whoever has a participation certificate to show for it at the the start of the season, is allowed to get a season ticket, even without the participation in the years long of Hopp-Ultra feud. A tip for the noble fan Frank Steffel: showing up at the workshops but only being on your phone doesn’t count as successful participation (he went to an in-person questions/answer session with Bernstein but was on his phone the whole time)

As far as the fight against RB Leipzig goes, the situation is clear: whoever is caught with a can on Red Bull at or around the stadium, will be driven through the streets of Westend (where Hertha’s current stadium is) by other Hertha fans with pitchforks and torches. Bernstein will arrange the correlating change to the club’s rules as soon as possible. Other than that, there will be a Kampl (player for RB) “Palm Tree” hair style ban starting in August for all visitors to Olympic Stadium.

Walter M. Straten asks: Will he ultimately scare away the unpopular 375 million Investor Windhorst?

Despite the fact that Bernstein stressed that he would sit at a table with Lars Windhorst many times during the election, and even re-emphasized it afterwards (“We will try to involve him in the best possible way and achieve our goals with him.”) 11Freunde knows better: It was merely lip service up until now. Actually, Bernstein would like to start the next public mudslinging as soon as possible so as not to get any fresh money from Windhorst and Hertha will have its back financially against the wall. Then the club will experience an extremely complicated sporting season and Bernstein himself immediately comes under pressure. Hm... Well uh.... Hm. Anyway, to effective provoke Windhorst, Bernstein plans to wear a Gegenbauer mask during the first talks with the investor. If the meeting is virtual, he will try this using deep fakes. According to 11Freunde information, he is already in contact with Berlin’s mayor Fran­ziska Giffey, who is deemed an expert in this area, for tips on undertaking this endeavor. An especially bold part of his plan is that Bernstein will not kiss Windhorst’s ring during the first private audience that he is granted. Bernstein does not want to proceed with the courtly love song as of right now. What is absolutely clear: trouble is inevitable.

11Freunde’s Conclusion:

Hard times are coming to Germany. Should Berlin’s example catch on, the leagues stadium’s will become lawless places. Our recommendation for Walter M. Straten and other fans with integrity: emigrate today rather than tomorrow!

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*this was originally Schuh­sohlen-Ver­stecke but i couldn’t find an appropriate translation so i just made up what was hopefully the intent lol

[sams-sass]

Hear Me

Hi! Here is something I thought of and wanted to write down for you guys. Thanks for all the love! 

GIF not mine.

Summary: The case leads for Sam and Dean to find something out about you as Dean realizes something of his own. 

Characters: You, Sam, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: None really, show level violence 

You, Sam, and Dean busted back into the motel room. You had spent the whole day looking into the lives of the victims and couldn’t come up with a single connection. Without a connection, there really wasn’t much to go on. All of the victims were female and had their throats slit and vocal cords removed. Other than that, they really had nothing in common. Different jobs, friends, ages, races, everything basically. You, Sam, and Dean had split up and gone to all the houses, it was a long day of listening to sad stories. You sat down on the bed as Dean handed you and Sam a beer before cracking one of his own.

“Maybe this isn’t a monster. Maybe its just a bad person doing a bad thing.” Sam said after taking a long drag from his beer.

“I don’t know, man. The lack of evidence, the stealing of the larynx specifically, the way the bodies were just tossed and not cared about. Seems pretty monstery to me.” Dean said back, his tone unsure.

“Sorry, Sammy, but I gotta go with Dean on this one. After leaving 7 bodies behind and not leaving a trace of evidence, especially since it could care less about the victims. It seems too lucky to be a human.” You weighed in coming to stand next to Sam.

“Alright so, lets go over it again. Dean, what did you find out about Beth?” Sam asked.

“Nothing man, she was a good girl. She wanted to be a scientist, she was studying physics, she had a boyfriend, craziest thing she did was sing karaoke at the local bar on Thursdays with friends.” Dean answered.

“Wait, she sang karaoke?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah, friend said she was good and that she loved to sing. What does that have to do with anything?” Dean asked giving you a confused look.

“The two girls I asked about, Jen and Grace. They were both singers too. Jen was a lot more professional taking gigs at bars, but she was also older. Grace was in her church choir. I didn’t think anything of it because a lot of people sing.” You answered

“Wait, my two were also singers. Hannah and Wendy both sang whenever they could. I didn’t think anything of it because what monster cares about singing.” Sam said nodding.

“Yeah….yeah the other two I asked about, uh Kelly and Dana they sang too. I ruled it out as a coincidence for same reason as Sam, what monster cares?” Dean agreed with the two of you.

“Holy….jackpot.” Sam said staring at his computer.

“What?” You and Dean said at the same time.

“There is a charity benefit concert thing coming up on Saturday, locally, and 4 out of our 7 victims were registered to be in it.” Sam said looking at the two of you, turning his computer so you could see.

“Well, that’s not a coincidence.” You said looking over the webpage.

“No, its not.” Dean shook his head next to you.

“This is a problem.” You sighed standing up straight.

“What is?” Dean asked.

“Every girl who is still registered is in danger. I think we need to be backstage.” You said letting your hip rest against the counter and crossing your arms.

“So what your saying is…we need a girl who can sing to go undercover for us.” Sam said raising one eyebrow and tilting his head in your direction.

“Concerts two days away.” You answered looking away, deep in thought. “I’ll sneak in the back and pretend to be a contestant. That way I can keep an eye on all of the girls and also feed you guys information as you’re in the audience.”

“You can’t sing….what if you have to sing?” Dead was confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“I can sing, I just don’t randomly sing in front of people.” You explained. “Now, if you will excuse me. I have some shopping to do and you guys have some tux’s to look into.”

“Tux?!” Dean said, eyes wide.

“Did you not read the part where it said it was a black tie affair?” You said grabbing your purse and heading for the door. You had seen a little boutique on your way in and knew they would have a dress for you. “Peace.” You said giving them a smile as the door closed behind you. You walked to the boutique to find a woman with a friendly face and a large smile. She helped you choose several dresses that you tried on. You found the one. It was a gown that hugged your curves and let loose where you wanted it too. It was a classic dress. You bought it and walked out of the store happy.

The next day the three of you devised a plan. Dean got a hold of the blueprints for the building and you two created a plan on the best way for you to sneak in. You then helped Sam to research on what this monster could be.  

“Oh my god…” You said looking at the webpage in front of you. “Well, goddess to be correct.”

“Goddess? What goddess?” Dean asked coming to stand behind you. He put his arms on the chair and leaned down. You could feel his breath on your skin, it was a slight distraction.

“Aoede, the goddess of voice and song. She was one of the original muses in Greek mythology. Said to collect voices of true song from those she deemed worthy.” You said reading from the page.

“Great. Another goddess.” Dean said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How do we kill her?” Sam asked.

“According to this her only weakness is a gold blade dipped in the blood of a virgin.” You sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Why do these things like virgins so much?” Dean spread his arms out, annoyance on his handsome face.

“Don’t know.” Sam said shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

“I have a crazy idea.” You said biting your lower lip. “Well, out of the three of us, I have definitely had the least amount of sex. So, what about if we purify my blood and give it a shot?”

“It could work.” Dean said tilting his head to the side and raising his hands in a “whatever” gesture.

“I mean if it doesn’t we’re screwed….but we’re always screwed and I don’t have a better idea so, alright.” Sam said placing his hands on his shoulder and looking into your eyes as you smiled up at him.

The next day you spent getting ready, the concert started at 7 and you were nervous. You hadn’t sung in years and you picked a big song. You dressed in black slacks and a white button down with a black vest over it. You went to the concert hall two hours early and snuck in the back door. You waited for other staff members begin to arrive, then you quietly walked into the room and stood with the rest of the cocktail waiters and waitresses. People began to arrive and fill the room, you slipped away and grabbed your backpack out of the bathroom stall you locked it in and walked in the back towards the dressing rooms. You found an empty one and locked the door. You curled your hair and pinned one side back letting the others fall. You went for a bold makeup look, a dark smokey eye and bold red lips. Taking the gold jewelry that you kept from your previous life before you became a hunter, you added a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. Then you slipped on your new dress and heels and opened the door as other contestants began to fill the halls. You needed to be quick to get to the band before people started taking their seats. You walked to the back and found the head of music, identifying him from the website you and Sam looked over. You quietly slipped him a 50 and whispered the song into his ear, placing your hand on his chest and looking up at him from your eyelashes. He nodded and licked his lips, letting his eyes linger on you for too long. You walked to the back of the stage with the other girls and waited.

People were now taking their seats as Sam and Dean looked around the room trying to find the seat with the best view to see the crowd. They walked to the back and took seats directly in the middle, looking around the room.

“Man, I hate wearing this thing.” Dean said tugging on his collar slightly. “I look like a penguin.” Sam smirked and looked at the crowd. The first few people came out and sang, they were all good, but neither Sam or Dean saw a reaction in the audience. Then you came on stage. Dean sat a little straighter in his chair as his stomach flipped. You were radiant, your dress was tight and showed off your figure. Your red lips were turned into a small smile as your heels clicked against the floor. The music started and Dean couldn’t look at anything but you. Your mouth opened and Dean heard the sound that suddenly made everything make sense.

Share my life, take me for what I am 'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you

Take my love, I'll never ask for too much Just all that you are and everything that you do

“Did you know she could sing like that?” Sam asked leaning in closer. Dean couldn’t form words at the moment so he just shook his head. I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside Can't run from myself There's nowhere to hide Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me... I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you

Your body was swaying along with the song and Dean couldn’t pull his eyes away, he was pretty sure he didn’t even blink. Dean was sitting there, mind swirling with images of you, quickly realizing he has been in love with you for years. Of course there was the playful flirting and smiles but this was something new. This feeling in his chest was growing in him and he couldn’t breathe. His arms were planted firmly on his thighs, holding him up. His green eyes gazing at you in a new light. You see through right to the heart of me You break down my walls with the strength of your love I never knew love like I've known it with you Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside I can't run from myself There's nowhere to hide Your love I'll remember forever Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me... I have nothing, nothing, nothing...

You spread your arms out wide and looked through the whole audience. Dean knew you couldn’t see him, but God all he wanted was for you to look directly at him. His whole body was on fire and you were the only medicine. Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me, no Don't walk away from me Don't you dare walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you

The entire audience was silent after you sang your final note before an eruption of applause surged through the crowd. People stood as they continued to clap, you took a small bow and waved as you walked off the stage. The trance Dean was in broke as Sam hit him in the chest lightly, getting his attention.

“Dude, black dress three o’clock.” Dean looked to where his brother was pointing, a woman with long auburn hair was exiting her row and heading for the backstage hallway. The two hurried from their seats and followed after her. When they walked into the hallway you were standing there, waiting.

“I saw her come this way.” You said as the brothers approached you. As soon as the words left your mouth Sam went flying towards the wall. Dean turned and grabbed his gold knife with your blood on it from the back of his pants. The woman walked out of the darkness and into the light. She was stunning. She had long auburn hair that cascaded in a waterfall of waves down her back, her eyes were a shining royal blue and her skin was a rich almond color with not a trace of impurities. As the two of you looked at her she waved her hand and Dean also went flying. Sam got up and charged at her with his knife, she quickly walked towards all of you and rammed Sam back to the ground.

“I just want your voice.” She said to you.

“Sorry, sis.” You said before you too were slammed into the wall. Dean charged at her and was able to land one blow in before she flung him across the room again. You tried to get up but couldn’t, there was something holding you to the ground. She continued to toss the boys around as you struggled against her hold. She pinned Dean to the ground and was holding her hand up, ready to strike when her head flung back as the gold blade entered her chest. She screamed loud and high, a light came from her chest and she burst into a ball of light that slowly dissipated. You stood there with the gold knife in your hand, panting slightly.

“Thanks, Y/N/N.” Dean said as Sam helped him to his feet. You nodded and the three of you quickly ran out the back door, someone must have heard something and was going to come and look. You all walked into the motel and Sam was the first to talk.

“So, Y/N.” Here we go. “Why didn’t you tell us you could sing like that?” He asked undoing his bowtie.

“What was I supposed to do? Be like oh, by the way guys: I’m a really good singer? Good morning, I can sing my little heart out, side note.” Sam laughed with you as you giggled.

“You’re amazing, Y/N.” Dean said, there was no joking in his face as he looked into your eyes.

“Thank you.” You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you looked down and smiled, feeling shy. You licked you lips. “Hey, mind if I take the first shower?” You asked. Both boys said you could take it and you quickly stepped out of your heels. Undressing and getting under the warm water felt really good, it is always fun to dress up now and again, but you enjoyed sweat pants a little more. As the makeup washed off your face and the curls were rinsed from your hair you thought about Dean. He looked so good tonight in his tux and for a few moments you could have sworn he was staring. Your crush on him had been brewing for a long time and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold it in. How many more times could you see him pick up some girl who smelt like 5 dollar perfume? How many more times could you have him wink at you or kiss you on the head and not reciprocate? How many more times could you ignore the dance your insides did when he looked at you like he was tonight? You shook all thoughts from your head and got out of the shower, putting on sweat pants and a big shirt for sleeping. You walked into the room as Sam walked into the bathroom. You gave Dean a small smile and walked over to one of the beds. You both sat down and it was then that you noticed Dean seemed nervous. He looked at you and then quickly looked away.

“What is it?” You asked facing him and leaning your head, trying to catch his eyes.

“Y/N….I don’t know how to say this.” Your breath caught in your throat as your stomach twisted into a tight knot.

“What is it?” You asked, trying to sound calm as your palms got sweaty.

“I, well, I think I’m in love with you.” He said finally looking at you. “I mean it, Y/N, when you were on that stage tonight…I could hardly breathe. You are the first thing that pops into my head in the morning and the last thing that floats through my mind at night. I always thought we were best friends, but baby, you mean so much more to me than just friendship.” He moved so he was now kneeling in front of you. His hands resting on your thighs as he spoke. “Every time I hear your voice my day is instantly better, every time I see you after a case I automatically know its going to be ok. You’re the one Y/N, you’re the one for me.” His hands were now running up and down your thighs as his eyes held yours.

“I love you too, Dean. I always have.” Was the only thing you could think of to say. He laughed slightly and you did too he then leaned forward and pressed his plump lips to yours. Your mouths moved together in perfect sync, his tongue entering your mouth, you sucking lightly on his bottom lip. Everything about the kiss was more than you ever dreamed of. Sam clearing his throat is what broke the two of you apart. He gave an awkward nod as he pressed his lips into a hard line. He quietly grabbed his bag and mumbled something about getting his own room. As soon as the door shut Dean was on you again, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek as his lips found yours again. His fingers lightly brushed the back of your neck as you twisted your arms around him. You both fell into the passionate and warm bliss that surrounded you and succumbed to your feelings.

As Sam walked out of the office holding the key to his own room he whispered a ‘finally’ to himself as his mouth rounded into a smile.

Three years later

“Dean!” You screamed running through the halls of the bunker. You guys had found this place a few months ago and nothing felt as good as having something to call ‘home’, or so you thought. You ran into his chest as he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away from him, checking you over for an injury.

“What is it, baby?” He said, worry etched into his face.

“I’m….I’m….I.” You tried but you couldn’t get it out so you just handed him the test. He took it from you and stared at the plus sign. Your fingers nervously twisted as he continued to stare.

“You’re pregnant.” He said matter of factly. “Oh my God! You’re pregnant!” He said lifting you in his arms and kissing you desperately on the mouth. “I love you so much, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He said as tears filled his eyes.

“I love you too, Dean Winchester.” Was all you could get out before his mouth stopped you from speaking.

[imaginingsoftly]

Baseball Trivia Pt.4  - Josh Anderson

Type: Y/N insert shorts, strangers to enemies-ish to lovers, series

Requested: No

Warnings: standard swearing

A/N: This is the final part! Thank you all so much for reading along, and I hope you enjoyed! Just a note on something from the beginning of the piece, an SID is a Sports Information Director. It’s what Y/N does, I just hadn’t mentioned the title previously.

It was uncharacteristically hot in Vancouver, and it fit Y/N’s angry mood. The anger from Josh’s accusations still hadn’t worn off, and it wasn’t making her job any easier as she dealt with yet another SID who couldn’t follow directions. University of Alberta’s SID clearly hadn’t read any of her emails, and she knew he’d been screening her calls once she started making them since he couldn’t be bothered to read the emails. She had access to Alberta’s stats, but only through their website, so she didn’t know if they were updated, and he had yet to get her a starting lineup. Apparently she would have to go above his head for that. 

Tom, one of the grounds guys who had been with the university for as long as she’d been alive, waved as she stomped down the stairs of the press box. “Going to teach some people a lesson?” Tom laughed as she threw her hands up in the air in a ‘you guessed it’ gesture, and she smiled slightly as she slipped outside. It was impossible to stay mad when Tom was around. 

Both of the teams were warming up already, though thankfully Alberta’s coach was standing on the sideline and not running the drills from the field. Their SID was nowhere to be seen, and Y/N was beginning to wonder if he even existed. If he wasn’t in the press box with her he should have been on the field with the coaches. She caught a couple of the players ogling her as they completed their drills, and she groaned inwardly. She was wearing khakis and a university polo, for fucks sake! 

The coach looked in her direction when she was about ten feet away, and he headed in her direction. “Coach Anderson! It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N stuck out her hand to shake as she reached him, and he gripped her right hand with a smile. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the SID for UBC. I was hoping to get your lineup for today?” Anderson nodded tightly. 

“Yes, of course,” he said briskly, “Jerry didn’t send it to you?” Y/N shook her head, and he pursed his lips. “That’s the third time this season. I apologize, Y/N.” She smiled at the coach and assured him it was no trouble, even though inwardly she was swearing. As long as she had her lineup, she’d get over it. Several members of the team stared at her as she walked away, she could feel it, but a whistle blew and Anderson yelled at them to get back to work. Y/N smiled inwardly. At least one of the men out here wasn’t an ass.

The game went off without a hitch, and media went faster than usual, and Jerry finally appeared when it was time for media. Who the hell knows where he was during the game. It was early in conference play, and UBC was a hell of a lot better than Alberta. There wasn’t much of a story to be written. Tom was still working on the field when she finished writing her overview, riding slowly on a mower through the field. It would be the women’s turn to play tomorrow, and Y/N knew Tom liked the field to be perfect on game days. He looked happy on his mower, his straw hat still sitting on his head from earlier, when it was sunny. These were the moments she lived for, outside of the chaos of game time. The athletics side of campus was so peaceful at night. Y/N smiled over at the baseball field as she slid past, her favorite place to work. She would have to get Sam, the facilities director, to unlock the gate for her tomorrow. It was her favorite place to work outside of the office. 

She finally left campus a little after nine, and debated stopping to get food. On one hand it would be nice to have it ready after she showered, but on the other it wasn’t in her budget for the week. It was a bone-deep exhaustion that had takeout calling her name as she drove through the city, but Y/N convinced herself it wouldn’t take long to make something small when she got home. Maybe oatmeal. The climb up ten floors in the elevator felt like it took longer than usual, and Y/N let herself into her apartment with a groan. This was her sanctuary. All of the wandering eyes and the unnecessary stress of fighting sexism to prove her worth to the department melted away when she got her first glimpse of the city view every night. The apartment sat in the middle of the city, high enough that she had a fantastic view. Outside of the baseball field, this was her favorite place in Vancouver.

Y/N was just about to open up a beer to shower with when a knock sounded at her door. It was late for visitors, even for Thatcher to show up, so she approached the peep-hole cautiously. Josh stood on the other side, food in one hand and coffee in the other. “What the hell,” Y/N whispered to herself. She looked up to the sky, cursing whoever had given him her address, and opened the door. 

He looked scared when she opened it, and she tried not to laugh at the sight, despite also wanting to slam the door in his face. “What.” Josh bit his lip at the harshness of her tone.

“I came to apologize.” Josh lifted his hands to show the food, as if to prove his words. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was in anger, but that’s not an excuse. I’d like to talk, at least try to be civil.” Y/N sighed, but she opened the door further. Josh hesitated, but he stepped inside. 

He looked good, and Y/N cursed her body for how it reacted to him. He looked cozy like always, in joggers and a t-shirt, and Y/N had to mentally hold herself back so she didn’t run her fingers through the dark hair falling in his eyes. Josh gestured silently at the coffee table with the food and drinks, and she nodded. They moved together to the living area, and Y/N hesitated slightly when Josh put the stuff on the table and then settled onto the couch. “Will you sit, please?” Josh’s voice was soft, and she sat before thinking about it. “Bo told me your address,” he said with a small smile, “I’m sure you were probably wondering how I knew it.” She was going to kill him. And Holly. Damn meddling assholes. 

“Did they tell you to apologize too?” The words came out sharper than Y/N meant for them too, and she almost felt bad when Josh leaned back slightly. 

“I was already planning on it when they told me to. If it makes you feel any better, Holly slapped me when I told her what I said.” Y/N put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Of course she did. “I shouldn’t have acted that way. I was upset, yeah, and probably more than a little jealous, but that’s not an excuse. It wouldn’t have mattered if you did sleep with half the team, I didn’t have any right to call you a puck bunny.” He paused, like he was trying to decide if he should continue.

“Holly also told me a little bit about you, and about your ex. I hate that I talked about you the way that I did, especially since everyone tells me you do so much for the guys. You flinched slightly when I accused you of messing with the team, and I don’t ever want to be the reason you get that look on your face again. If I could take it all back, maybe start over again, I wouldn’t have said any of it.” 

He smiled a little. “Actually, I probably would have mentioned I thought you and Thatcher were dating and that I was jealous, because that part is true. I really like you, Y/N. I’ve been an asshole, and it’s been really easy to ignore it. You’re going to think I’m a total dick when I say this, but you stuck with me after we hooked up. It was hard to believe that you’d left that night, and that you didn’t leave me with anything. No note, no last name, nothing. That’s usually my job.” Y/N broke up Josh’s words as she threw a wadded-up napkin she didn’t realize she was holding at his head. Josh looked at her in shock for a second, and she mouthed a silent ‘sorry’. He began to laugh, and shook his head. “No, I deserved that. It was an asshole thing to say. Anyway, Y/N, I’m really fucking sorry, and I’d like to start over if you’d let me.”

It was hard to stay pissed when he was looking at her with puppy eyes. She was still mad, sure, but damn it he spoke well. And he’d brought food from Luigi’s, her favorite Italian place in the city. Y/N met Josh’s eyes again and made her choice. 

“I don’t want to start over.” Josh deflated a little bit, and she registered a surprising level of disappointment in his eyes. He began to stand, nodding, but Y/N reached out a hand to stop him. “I’m not going to pretend last night didn’t happen, and I sure as hell don’t want to forget our night in Ohio.” Josh looked down, eyes wide, and she smiled slightly. “I like you. A lot. But if you ever talk about me like that again I will make you wish you’d never stepped foot in Vancouver.” She squeezed Josh’s arm slightly to go with her warning, and he nodded. Josh sat down slowly.

Y/N released his arm, only to grip his hand lightly. “You want a beer? I’d offer you wine, since you guys usually drink that stuff during the season, but I hate the shit. I don’t keep any here.” Josh laughed and okay-ed the beer. She stopped to take a deep breath into the open fridge door, letting the cool air wash over her face. It should have felt weird to have Josh in her apartment, just like she knew she should have been more mad than she was, but right now it seemed like up was down and down was up. Nothing made much sense. He sat on her couch, in those damned soft clothes, looking like he was meant to be there. That jolt in her skin when she grabbed his arm was the same jolt she felt in Ohio. There was something there, and she had to explore it. Josh looked back at her, likely wondering why she was just standing in front of the fridge, and she smiled at him. His answering smile took her breath away.

The food was set out across the coffee table when Y/N reached the couch again, and it was her normal order, down to the lack of cheese on the pasta. Josh smiled when Y/N handed him the beer, and she slid past him to sit on the couch in front of the setting he’d made for her. “How did you know what my order is?” Josh’s smile was sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Wait,” she interjected, “let me guess. Bo and Holly.” His answering smile and nod had her shaking her head. They ate silently, though Josh relaxed the longer he sat there without being thrown out. He finally leaned back against the cushions when he finished eating, his beer cradled in his right hand.

“Holly said you don’t hook up very often.” Josh spoke hesitantly, like he was afraid Y/N would change her mind about forgiving him. “Actually, she said never.”

Y/N took her time chewing her spaghetti, organizing her words. “I don’t do emotional detachment very well.” She met Josh’s questioning eyes with a half smile. “I get emotionally attached to people a little too quickly, especially ones I have sex with. I don’t do hookups because hookups lend themselves to emotional detachment and I just end up feeling like shit.” Josh reached over and gripped her thigh lightly, and when he squeezed Y/N was thrown back to Columbus and his hands all over her body. “That’s probably why Holly pushed so hard for you to come over here,” Y/N continued quickly, shaking off the memories. “She knew I was likely already attached to you and not taking the argument well.” 

She leaned back over her spaghetti, fighting the urge to look at Josh. It was pretty weird to admit to being attached to a one-time hookup, she knew that. It didn’t make her any less attached, though. Josh squeezed her thigh again, an attention-getter, and Y/N looked over at him questioningly. His eyes were soft, and an understanding had settled over his face. He was starting to get her, and that made Y/N feel damn good.

“I got pretty attached too.” He was? Josh ran his hand through his hair roughly, and Y/N lamented the loss of the weight on her leg. “I’m not used to being attached to a woman romantically like this, but I just can’t get you out of my head. It was easy for a while, until last night actually, but now that I see you again I need to keep you around.” His hand left Y/N’s thigh, and she lamented the loss momentarily. His hand quickly found a home where her neck met her shoulder, and Y/N stared into Josh’s eyes intently. “I want the whole damn thing with you, Y/N Y/L/N. The awkward dates, the good dates, the family meetings, the sex,” Y/N groaned at the last one, and Josh shot her a smile. “I fucked up royally, but I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.” 

If he didn’t do anything else well, Josh was made for pretty speeches. Y/N found herself nodding quickly before she could change her mind, and Josh perked up. “Yeah?” She nodded again. “Yeah,” she whispered back.

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It took almost 2 months before they told the team they were dating. The Horvats suspected, because they were the only ones who knew about the argument, but everyone else just thought Y/N was accepting Josh into the fold much like she had every other member of the team. Y/N smiled to herself from her spot next to Holly, waiting in the hallway after the game. Gunnar was settled into Y/N’s arms, sleeping finally. He’d become colicky, and sometimes Y/N’s arms were the only ones he would relax in. Holly said she was a baby whisperer, but Y/N insisted it was because he could tell she was the cool aunt. 

Josh’s arms came around her from behind, settling on her hips as he rested his head on her shoulder to stare down at Gunnar. “You look good with a baby.” Josh’s words were whispered, but Holly clearly got the gist. She smirked, and raised a hand to high five her husband as he reached their group. 

Bo obliged, though he looked confused by both her enthusiasm and the way Y/N and Josh were standing.“They finally got together!” Bo’s confusion turned to one of mischief, and he turned around to holler at Thatcher. Y/N groaned, because she knew what was coming.

“Yo! Dems!” Thatcher turned away from his spot chatting up Jordie and Jessie to raise an eyebrow at Bo. “You owe me fifty bucks!” He pointed at Y/N and Josh, the latter of which raised a hand to wave at Thatcher. Thatcher’s face split as he barked out a laugh, and the team began to cheer. Bo turned back to the pair with a smile. “We’ve been taking bets on how long it would take for you two to get together. I had bet you already were, but hadn’t told anyone. Guess I was right.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she settled deeper into Josh’s chest. Of course they’d bet on it. Boys would be boys. Thatcher broke free from his conversation to make his way over, stopping in front of them with a glare Y/N could tell wasn’t that serious. “Hurt her, I kill you. I don’t care if you’re my teammate, that’s my family.” Josh nodded seriously, and Y/N rolled her eyes again. Boys. 

She handed Gunnar back to his parents with a smile and a goodbye. Josh gripped her hand as they walked to the parking lot, and Y/N squeezed back gently. “I’m really thankful I broke my no-athlete rule for you.” 

Josh didn’t speak for a minute, though he opened the car door for Y/N and waited as she settled into the seat. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “I’m really thankful you know so much random sports shit.”

[bella-donna-energy]

hiii do u have any examples of social clubs/groups <3 its fine if not! ty

Oh sure thing! The most pandemic-friendly are probably sports and hiking groups, but really anything you’re interested in, I’m sure there’s a group you could find for it! Knitting, gardening, baking, video or board games, etc., even just people to sit on a porch and have a beer while talking about philosophy with. And there’s always the classic book club. I’m part of a movie-watching club, although we’ve been virtual. If you have a pet, you can also try finding people for play-dates!

Before the pandemic I was also going to a weekly community swing dance and, since working from home can be lonely, joined a group for freelancers where we’d all hang out at a coffee shop and work together or go out for drinks after the work day. Next year, I also really want to take a pottery class, and I’m hoping to make some friends I’ll be able to keep doing it with after the class ends.

I know being social as an adult is hard. There’s no newsletter or fair advertising all the options like there was in school, but there are still ways to find them! Your local small businesses like cafes might have bulletin boards with flyers for groups, and there are some great websites dedicated to helping you find them like MeetUp (if necessary you’ll have to check whether it runs outside the US tho). And Facebook groups, even though we all hate using Facebook. You can also always just Google “community [insert interest here] near me” to find out if there are any events run by a local community center or something.

There are also social apps like Bumble and (if you’re queer) Lex. I’ve seen lots of people on Lex advertising that they’re putting together clubs—it’s how I found my movie club and hiking group! Bumble is more for individuals, but still a convenient way of finding like-minded people. And don’t underestimate word of mouth—a friend I made through Bumble is the one who introduced me to my freelance group!

I hope this was helpful and gave you some ideas for what kind of group you might like to be a part of! Being social and adding structure to your life as an adult can be really hard, especially if you’re struggling with your mental health like me, but it’s SO rewarding and so helpful when things do get bad.

Feel free to ask me any more questions or just tell me about your interests, I’d love to hear! 💕

[multisugars]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧— how they comfort you when you’re stressed out

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬// 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 — can you do an outsiders reaction where the reader has too much on their plate (work, school, etc.) and their SO asks them if they're ok and the reader just bursts out crying from stress?

i did add a couple different sceneries! because i didn’t want to write the same thing for each of them, but it all has the same feel to it!! xx

𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮

your boss decided to call you into work last minute. it’s only been a few hours since you returned home. which means you haven’t even gotten enough sleep to feel replenished. you wished so badly to tell him no, but he’s extremely hard headed and strict. especially towards the woman that work for him. and, you know you could use the extra money, as you’re putting on your uniform you can’t help but feel a sense of tiredness, it’s so overwhelming it makes you start to feel weak at the knees. you immediately call out for darry.

“what’s wrong y/n?” he asks worriedly.

“i-i’m just so tired,” you cry out. “i feel like my boss never wants me to have a break.”

you sit in the chair that rests in front of your vanity. you’ve never felt this exhausted in your entire life. darry takes notice at your weakened state, he hates to see you so worn out. it’s not normal for you to lack energy, you’re the most bubbly person he knows.

“okay, lets lay you down,” darry slides his arms under your legs and carries you over to your shared bed. you’re more than capable of walking yourself, but you don’t complain.

“just take a nap and rest awhile you need it more than anyone.”

“no,” you struggle to escape his strong hold. “i can’t i have to go to work.”

“not today, you’re not goin’ in i don’t care if i have to go talk to your boss myself,” he pulls the blanket over you tucking you in warmly. “rest now.”

“thank you, darry.”

𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙥

you’ve been working towards your masters degree in psychology for the past two years. you’re so close to being done but it’s so much work and the assignment you were just assigned is crazy difficult and time consuming, you try to push yourself to get more done before bed, but eventually your hands start to cramp from the all the typing, your muscles ache from the hours of sitting at your desk. soda comes into your room when he gets home from work. he’s immediately concerned when he sees you hunched over with your head in your hands.

“y/n...” he questions. “you alright?”

it doesn’t take much for you to break. all the stress finally came piling down on you.

“hey,” soda kneels down lifting your chin so he can see your face. “relax.”

“there’s so much pressures on me,” you vent. “this assignment is impossible.”

“nothing’s impossible for you,” he reassures. “you can do anything. i just think you need a break.”

“yeah i definitely do, will you lay with me for awhile?”

“of course i will,” he smiles shyly.

𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮

you anxiously walked up the tall stairs into your HS, today was the day of your history presentation. this is what you’ve been dreading for the past week. public speaking wasn’t at all something you were comfortable with or liked doing, and it doesn’t help that you aren’t friends with anyone in your class, well besides ponyboy. he’s the only one you speak to.

you meet him in the hallway, putting your book bag and unneeded things in your locker. ponyboy noticed your hands shaking as you closed the door.

“you scared about this whole history thing huh?”

“uh- a little,” you shrug trying to hide your nerves.

“you’ll be fine,” he tries to reassure you.

but before you can walk away you can already feel the familiar stinging sensation starting to build up in your eyes, your heart rate accelerates, you feel like you’re drowning and can’t reach the surface.

“i can’t breathe,” you say as sheer panic overtakes your body.

pony’s face softenes. he grabs your hand dropping his books, taking you into the nearest closet.

“shh just look at me okay?”

you nod focusing all your attention on him. he runs his fingers through your hair while wiping a few tears away from your eyes. you take slow steady breathes. this isn’t the first time he’s had to help you get over a panic attack. once your breathing gets back to normal again, you feel like you’re finally ready to go to class.

“okay,” you breathe. “let’s go.”

“ uh we’re gonna need a late pass... unless you want to spend the end of the day in detention.”

you look down at your watch noticing you’re about six minutes late to history.

“damn it!”

𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨

it’s been a busy night at the movie theater. you’ve tried your best to fill everyone’s orders while also working the cash register. your boss previously complained about how many workers there are on each shift so he cut back. sadly this leaves you to try and get so many things done at once. the stress of it all is starting to really affect you, but you can’t quit. you need this job more than anything right now so you can afford to get books for school.

even though your boss a jerk you do somewhat like this job, you’re a people person so seeing familiar faces every week puts you in a good mood, but every now and then you’ll get a disrespectful customer. this time it was a group of boys, you recognize some of them from the college you attend.

“what shit movies are playing tonight?” one of them asks while skimming through the candy.

“can you read? look at the boards outside..” you try your best to keep your cool.

“i don’t think you employees are allowed to talk to us paying clients like that,” his demeanor quickly shifts.

“hey we gotta problem here,” you hear a voice from behind the guys. knowing immediately who it is.

they quickly scurry off, as dallas pushes himself to the front of the line.

“you okay doll?”

“i am now,” you say softly as you wipe just a single tear from your cheek. you didn’t really care about the boys but it never feels good to be embarrassed at your place of work.

“don’t let those jerk offs make you cry.”

you nod and sneak in a quick kiss before dal leaves.

𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮

“why can’t he do it this time! i’m going to be late!” you argue. your parents have asked you to clean the house again for the third time this week, and you normally don’t have a problem with helping out but your brother has been sitting in his room playing video games all day and you need to be somewhere. you feel like they always pick you at the most inconvenient times, and the worst part is johnny is waiting for you outside, you’d hate to make him wait.

“your brother is sick and slow! it would take him an hour to even sweep the kitchen,” you mom says as she puts her coat on.

“he’s not sick! he’s playing video games!”

“do it y/n! or you and johnny won’t be going anywhere tonight,” you dad warns as he slams the door behind him leaving you in a mess.

“WHATEVER!”

you collapse on the couch, breaking out into a full on crying fit. it feels like your parents are punishing you. johnny must have heard your cries from the front porch because without knocking he opens the front door, approaching you slowly.

“hey you okay?” his asks trying to help but this only makes it worse.

your cries get louder and johnny is completely stunned. he’s never seen you this emotional. you’re almost positive he’s going to think your absolutely insane after tonight.

“my parents hate me!” you say dramatically.

“i don’t think that’s true.”

“they are always making me clean things or do everyone’s chores,” you sigh. “we can’t leave until i sweep and mop all the floors.”

“well i’ll help ya,” johnny offers.

“really?!”

“yeah, but we better get started...” he pulls you up from the couch bringing his jacket sleeve up to your eyes so he wipe your tears away.

𝙩𝙬𝙤-𝙗𝙞𝙩

“i get that ma’am but i don’t have the receipt.”

“then i’m sorry hun...we can’t exchange it.”

you were trying to get a new shirt for two-bit. the one that you previously ordered had came in to small. but since you ordered it off the store website you didn’t have a paper receipt, and your order wasn’t showing up on their computers, which made you frustrated.

“so there’s no way i can get a new one? or even just get my money back?” you question.

“i’m sorry,” the cashier shakes her head obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

you don’t respond, instead you leave the shirt on the counter and walk out. it might not be a huge deal for some people but you didn’t have a lot of money. and you were out 25$, with nothing to show for it. when you get home two-bit is lazily slumped over the arm rest of the couch, drinking a beer.

“hey baby where’d you sneak off to?”

“the clothing store down town...”

“what’s up? you seem upset?” he asks lifting himself up from the couch.

your shoulders slump down as you bring your heads up to cover your face.

“wow wow don’t cry! sorry for askin.”

“no it’s not that,” you tell him. “they wouldn’t let me exchange your shirt today.”

“and that’s what you’re cryin over?” two-bit laughs wrapping his arms around your frame. “it’s fine.”

“i just wanted you to have something special.”

“you’re all i need y/n.”

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚

steve had decided last minute to stop and get gas at the DX before the two of you finish your date. this annoyed you a little since you tell him every morning to just fill up while he’s at work, i mean makes sense right? but with his forgetful nature it’s hard to keep him on track with things. when you pull into the gas station it’s pretty empty, only one car parked along the gas lineup. steve steps out to pump and you go into the store to pay. when you walk in you’re met with a very rude and arrogant man who pushes you aside so he can be helped first at the register.

“excuse you sir?” you’re taken aback. “i was in line first.”

he laughs not offering you a response. the lady working the register meets your gaze and mouths “i’m sorry” in your direction. she must not be a very confrontational person, which you understood.

“i’m only paying for gas it won’t take long,” you add hoping the man will let you go since steve is waiting outside in the freezing weather.

“not my problem, you got somewhere to be?”

“actually yes, i do.”

“dressed like that?” the man scoffs. laughing as he scans up and down your body.

you might not have name brand clothes like him, but they weren’t dirty or disgusting looking. as he hands the lady his credit card to pay you can’t help but hang onto his cruel insult. right before you’re about to storm out the doors, steve runs right into you, latching on tightly to both sides of your arms. you lean your head into his chest.

“hey what’s goin’ on?”

you wrap your arms around his waist, crying softly as you reply the mans insult over in your mind.

“that man he-he was being a complete jerk!”

“what did he do?! huh did he hurt you!” steve becomes more aggressive.

you shake your head.

he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes your eyes gently, while also trying not to smear your eye makeup. you laugh at his sweet gesture.

“you’re the best,” you lift onto your tiptoes placing a small kiss on his forehead.

“i know,” he smirks. “now let’s go outside before that jackass leaves i wanna give him a piece of my mind.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you take lessons for anything? No.

Has something really heavy ever fallen on you? No, thankfully. 

If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? I haven’t worn any makeup for like 3 years now.

Does your shower have curtains or a glass door/wall? One does, the other has glass sliding doors.

If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? I only have one pet.

Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? No.

Do you remember the last question you were asked? What did you answer? “Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in?” and I said, “No.”

Besides salt and butter, do you put anything on your popcorn? There’s this delicious garlic parm popcorn seasoning one of my local theaters offers that’s really good. You can actually get it at the store, which I have.

Are you lonely? I feel lonely in what I’m going through right now. 

What’s your favorite magazine to read? I haven’t read a magazine in several years.

Do you like pineapple? No.

Have you ever seen fireflies? Yeah.

Have you ever trespassed? No.

Do you tell your parents where you are going? I don’t go anywhere now except for doctor appointments, which my mom takes me to, but back when I had a social life and friends and actually did stuff I always let my family know I was going to be hanging out. It didn’t matter that I was an adult, that’s how my family is with each other. We don’t give a play by play, but it’s just nice to let someone know.

Do you raise your hand or participate in class? Ugh, I hated the classes that required that as part of your grade. 

Do you like visiting the mall? Why or why not? I used to. 

Have you ever purposely hurt an animal? No!

Would you ever see a therapist? Yes. I’m actually supposed to call Monday and finally set something up. 

Are you afraid of heights? Yes.

Are you afraid of the dark? I don’t want to be out and about at night and I have to sleep with my TV on for both light and sound.

Are you a jealous person? I can be. I haven’t felt jealous in quite a long time, though.

When is your birthday? July 28th.

What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video.

Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? Yes.

Are you still friends with someone from kindergarten? I just have Facebook “friends” that I’ve known since kindergarten.

What is the most important thing to you? My loved ones.

Do you like whipped cream? Yeah.

Are you close to your mother? Yes, she’s my best friend.

Are you close to your father? We don’t have the same kind of relationship my mom and I do, but we don’t have a bad one or anything. It’s just different.

Do you walk around bare foot when you're at home? Or do you wear socks? I always have socks on.

Do you like chocolate popsicles? I did as a kid. I haven’t had one in such a long time.

Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume? No.

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Both would be an awesome experience.

Have you ever written a poem? I dabbled with it in my teens. It’s so cringe.

Would you ever be a tornado chaser? Uh, absolutely not. I’d be trying to get as far away as possible.

What is your favorite thing to eat with bbq sauce, if you even like that stuff? I very rarely use BBQ sauce, but it’s good with chicken tenders.

Your parents tell you that this summer, you get to pick the vacation. Where do you plan to go? I wish I could have a relaxing beach getaway. In the perfect scenario we’d be able to rent a beach house and have our own private beach area where I could rent a canopy bed and lie out at the beach. That’s what I need right now.

What do you think is a good theme for a prom? *shrug* My prom was over a decade ago now, I’m not thinking about that stuff.

Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? I had to take a math class in 6th grade because I missed a lot of school due to a long hospital stay after a surgical procedure and then I had to retake a math course once in community college. I also took some summer classes voluntarily as well at community college to speed things up a bit.

Do you get nervous when you go to the doctor? About what? Always. I just expect the worst all the time.

Have you ever been to the rainforest? No.

Have you ever created a website? Just like on those websites like freewebs or whatever it was called back in the day for fansites. It was just website that let you make your own simple websites.

Ever thought about writing a book? Yes.

Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone? No, but I’ve had nightmares where I’m being chased, attacked, and even shot at. 

Do you ever make up stories in your head and wish they come true? I mean, yeah.

Which is worse: stuffy nose or runny nose? Both suck, but a runny nose can really be a nuisance if it’s bad. I’ve had times where I had to stuff a tissue in my nostril cause it was so bad. Not being able to breathe isn’t pleasant either, though...

Which is worse: Sick to your stomach or sore throat? That’s tough cause I have a lot of stomach problems and it’s absolutely awful. I very rarely get sore throats, I don’t even recall the last time, but having it hurt when swallowing is not fun and swallowing is something you continuously do, so it’s not exactly something you can avoid. I also feel like there’s not a whole lot you can do about it either. 

Do you think your last relationship was a disaster? I wouldn’t say a disaster. 

Have you ever solved a Rubik’s Cube? Nope. I’ve never really given it a real try either, I give up quite easily and quickly. 

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to? It’s easier for me to talk to the void in surveys or on Twitter. 

Would you consider yourself to be emo? I’ll always be emo.

Do you have a favourite metal band or do you not like metal? I’m not into metal, but lately the surveys I’ve been taking it’s clear that the creators sure are. It’s likely the same person.

What is your current desktop picture? Alexander Skarsgard.

Thick or thin blanket? I just use a throw blanket.

Who are your favorite bands? Idk man, I haven’t really been into much music lately. <<< Same. I have my favorites that have been my favorites forever and always will be, but I don’t have any new ones or any I’ve discovered recently.

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? I prefer to use a highlighter, but circling with a pen works.

Have you ever sewn something? No.

What did you eat for dinner last night? A Lean Cuisine microwave meal.

Ever been grounded? Yeah.

Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? I haven’t seen any of them.

When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) It’s been a few years.

Have you ever drank Cherry Coke? Yeah. That was one of my favorites when I was younger.

Have you ever had a black eye? No.

Have you ever eaten a bug? Never voluntarily, that’s for sure. I don’t want to think about the times I unknowingly have. *shivers*

Do you like pranking people? No.

Did you ever take a cooking class in school? No.

Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? Nah. On that day my mom just makes corned beef and cabbage, mostly cause my dad loves it. I don’t care for it, though.

Do you use Skype? No. 

Have you ever participated in local magazine cover girl searches? No.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? No.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? I haven’t seen him in like 5 years. He doesn’t post photos of himself on social media either so I honestly have no idea what he looks like now.

Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had. I don’t feel like it right now.

Have you ever cheated on a test? No.

Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? No.

How often does your employer ask you to work overtime? I don’t have a job.

Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? All the time. I’ve always loved to read.

When was the last time you were scared? I’ve been really stressed and nervous about some health related things.

What’s your favorite song by Rihanna? I like several of her songs. Can you speak binary? No. I know absolutely nothing about that.

Would you rather live somewhere that had hurricanes or tornadoes? Neither, thanks. 

Have you ever had a pet that you disliked? No.

When was the last time you saw hail? It’s been several years, actually. 

What is on your mind right this second: A lot of things.

Have you ever given a nickname to your pet(s)? Uh, yeah. Countless nicknames.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? It’s been awhile. Hair doesn’t really grow there for me, so.

Do you ever try free samples at the store? Not usually, but I have. Especially at Costco.

Do you like boys with long hair? My personal preference is short hair.

Do you like root beer? I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Root Beer. I used to not like it at all, then I could tolerate it if that’s all there was and I wanted something, and then there have been times where I’ve actually wanted it and enjoyed it, so. *shrug* It was never a first choice, though. 

What is the best fast food place, in your opinion? I’m gonna count Wingstop as fast food. 

Do you have faith in yourself? No. :/

[pindaleng]

Merry Pitchmas @c-k-mack​!!! Hope you’re having a happy holiday :)

Title: There’s something ‘bout when I see ya, think I need a drink

Pairing: Junksen

Chapters: 1/1

Wordcount: 2467

Summary: It's Emily's first holiday party with her new coworkers, and there's one in particular she wants to impress. Or at least not look like a fool in front of. Should be easy...right?

Emily paced nervously in front of the apartment door, rehearsing her greeting. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this nervous. Close to her chest, she held a homemade pie. Apple. The favorite of the host’s.

On top of the pie was a bag of cookies in case she was wrong about the pie. Just to cover all her bases. She was pretty sure no one could hate chocolate chip cookies.

Emily muttered to herself. “Hi, long time no see! No that’s dumb...Hey there homie, happy holidays! I can’t believe I just said that…”

It was her first company party after starting her new job, and she really wanted to make a good impression. She liked all her coworkers, and was pretty sure they all liked her, but that was all in the workplace. There was something different about being out-of-office cool.

Emily jumped as the door swung open, revealing Aubrey in a green holiday sweater, decorated with reindeer and snowflakes.

“I thought I heard someone out here. You want to come in?”

“Um yeah, I’d love to.”

So that could have gone better.

Continue reading on Ao3 or below :)

It was only a couple of days ago that Emily figured out her massive crush on Aubrey.

She was with her coworker Beca at lunch in their building cafeteria, and going on and on about how cool and great and smart Aubrey was. And how happy it made her every time Aubrey said her name, in person or over email. She was sure Beca stopped listening to her five sentences ago, as she probably heard Emily’s spiel a thousand times before. Yet, Emily still felt the need to express all the amazing things about Aubrey Posen. She got to listing all the pretty intricacies of Aubrey’s smile when the epiphany hit her like a ton of bricks.

Oh.

The sudden and unusual silence must have pulled Beca’s focus from her phone. “Dude you okay?”

“I have a crush on Aubrey!” Emily shout-whispered across the table. “Oh my god Beca what do I do?”

Beca shrugged. “Beats me, Em. I don’t know, just tell her?”

Emily glared daggers at her friend. “Easy for you to say. I know you and Chloe pined over each other for seven years and she was the one that ended up telling you.”

“Well, that seems a little dramatic.”

“We both know that it’s true.” They engaged in a brief staring contest before Emily broke and pouted. “Help meeeeee.”

Beca rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. “Fine dude, but you owe me lunch.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

----

Sharing a cubicle wall, Beca and Emily became close friends through the proximity of their desks. Emily liked asking a lot of questions when she first started, and Beca (to her chagrin) was the closest victim. Gradually, gruff Beca warmed up to her, and the two became close work buddies.

And although Emily liked Beca a lot, her favorite coworker would definitely be Aubrey Posen. Hands down, no contest. No offense to Beca.

(“None taken,” she said, when Emily inevitably shared her thoughts one day.)

There was no one that could match the quiet authority, intelligence, and kindness Aubrey held.

Aubrey had been at the company for a couple of years now, quickly rising through the ranks with her invaluable insight into various projects. She also became a great resource for Emily whenever Beca couldn’t figure out how to help.

Sometimes Emily would skip asking Beca altogether, making the excuse that Beca was busy, when she could clearly see Beca over their shared wall, playing games on her phone. She told herself that she learned better when Aubrey was giving her advice, probably because she hung onto every last syllable. Though some people in the office were intimidated by Aubrey, Emily didn’t get it.

She kept feeling herself drawn towards her, rather than away.

And so, Emily took every opportunity to get on any project with Aubrey. Even if it was just scanning reports or organizing files.

Sure working at a desk wasn’t exactly what Emily envisioned when she graduated college, but it wasn’t the worst thing either. She hadn’t really known what she wanted to do, besides hopefully something in psychology. Unfortunately, that vagueness and indecisiveness didn’t land a job in the field. Those in her major that did get a job right out of university knew exactly what they wanted to go in, and could flawlessly articulate their motivations.

But Emily wasn’t like that.

Psychology 1001 was her favorite course freshman year, so she stuck with it. She enjoyed most of her psych classes since, but none really convinced her to pursue a certain career. It was incredibly interesting, sure, but she didn’t know what she wanted to do with all the information.

Senior year, she applied to a bunch of different positions on her school’s job website, and eventually got an offer from a financial consulting company. It involved a mixed bag of work, none of which utilized her psych degree, but there were definitely worse places to be. It had good benefits, a nice desk space for her family of plants, and most importantly, fun coworkers.

Everyone’s genuine kindness came as a pleasant surprise. So even though it wasn’t her field of choice, Emily found herself enjoying her days, as the people she got to help were awesome.

And there was one person in particular she especially liked working with.

Whenever Aubrey sent out a mass email asking for volunteers on new projects, Emily would respond almost immediately. A message would appear on Emily’s computer asking her to stop by Aubrey’s office to talk over the project. Emily usually left the conversation thinking it all could have easily been communicated through email, but she wasn’t going to complain. Meeting with Aubrey always made her day, if not her entire week.

----

On Friday, Emily spent over an hour in Aubrey’s office, discussing all the issues in their current project. It was a frustrating one, with two more problems springing up whenever they solved one. Being near five p.m., they decided to press pause and look at it with fresh eyes next week.

Emily turned to leave before being called back by Aubrey.

“Hey, um. Are you still going to the office party?” She looked uncharacteristically nervous.

“Yeah! Your place right?” Emily replied cheerily. Her response seemed to relax Aubrey’s shoulders. “I’ll try not to trash it.”

Aubrey smiled warmly and Emily struggled to maintain her professional composure. “I’ll hold you to it. See you this weekend.”

----

Now Emily was at this party, hanging out with her coworkers. Again, she loved them all, but there was one in particular she was hoping to spend time with. To her disappointment, the host was in high demand, greeting people at the door and finishing up food preparations.

So besides their brief interaction when she got in, Emily wasn’t able to get a moment with Aubrey.

“What are you doing in the corner?”

Emily looked up to see Jessica and Ashley watching her curiously. She didn’t even notice they arrived at the party.

Jessica ended up answering Ashley’s question. “She’s sulking because she hasn’t gotten any time with her girlfriend yet.”

Emily spluttered. “Girlfriend? What? I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend. Massive crush. Same thing.” Ashley dismissed.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” Jessica asked.

“About what?” Playing innocent wasn’t her strong suit, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

Ashley was blunt about it. “About asking Aubrey out.”

“Don’t deny you have a thing for her.”

Emily knew she wasn’t going to get out of this one. She sighed. “It’s just, I don’t want to mess up our work relationship, and I’m pretty sure she just sees us as coworkers.”

They both gave her a weird look. Jessica sipped at her drink like she had a secret.

Emily narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” they said in unison, walking away to rejoin the rest of the party.

Well that was weird, she thought as she made her way to the drink station. Emily was already one beer down, and ready for another one. Her eyes latched on the bottle of patron.

----

The party was going very smoothly, all low-key mingling and chatter in small groups. Multitudes of Christmas lights and festive sweaters added to the cheery atmosphere, and that shot of tequila helped Emily loosen up. But of course, with this group, the calm wasn’t going to last. It came as a surprise to no one that Chloe was the one to suggest a party game.

“Okay, I have the perfect idea,” she said once the entire group gathered on the floor around her. Chloe’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Truth or drink.”

“Game is simple. Basically truth or dare, so the person whose turn it is can ask anybody a question, and they have to answer truthfully or opt out by taking a shot. That person then gets to pick who they ask a question to, and so on.”

Stacie and Fat Amy were practically jumping out of their skins in enthusiasm. Beca had a look in her eyes akin to fear.

When Emily entered the apartment earlier that evening, never did she expect she’d be learning her coworkers’ dirtiest secrets. Thankfully, they seemed to think of her as the kid of the group, so the questions asked to her were tame in comparison.

Aubrey: “Where was your first kiss?” (Under the football bleachers.)

Lilly: “How many summoning spells have you done?” (None? Lilly seemed disappointed by the answer.)

Chloe: “What age did you stop believing in Santa?” (Emily threw back a shot for this one. Everyone laughed.)

A couple of rounds passed, and it was back to Chloe’s turn to ask.

“Okay Aubrey. Out of everyone in this room,” Chloe tapped her chin thoughtfully, “who would you want to bang?”

Aubrey froze and immediately knocked back her shot, which resulted in a chorus of ooo’s.

“Oh my god Aubrey who is it??”

“Is it Beca?”

“Ew Flo don’t suggest my girlfriend.”

Fat Amy piped in. “Okay then, it has to be Stacie.”

The ooo’s were even louder this time. Emily saw Stacie throw a suggestive wink to Aubrey across the circle, and a slight blush painted Aubrey’s cheeks.

Suddenly the room felt too stuffy.

Emily got up in an attempt to escape the situation, but ended up knocking into the coffee table next to her and tipping over a glass of wine. Her reflexes were enough to save any red liquid from getting on the carpet, but the same couldn’t be said about her white snowman sweater.

Sloppy drunk at her crush’s holiday party. Cool cool.

As if this night could get any worse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help get you cleaned up.” Of course Aubrey was offering. Emily didn’t know whether to be excited or mortified at the prospect of being in close quarters with Aubrey.

As Aubrey grabbed paper towels nearby, Emily noticed Chloe whisper something in her ear, causing her to blush again. Emily frowned. It probably had something to do with Stacie.

Emily locked eyes with Beca, who gave her an encouraging two thumbs up. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Plans A and B that Beca concocted consisted of asking Aubrey out via taco sauce packets that say “Marry me?”, or serenading a lovey Christmas song with Aubrey’s name added in. Thank goodness Chloe was the one that asked Beca.

Aubrey made a pitstop in her bedroom to pick up an extra sweater and bath towel, and as she closed the bathroom door behind them, Emily’s heart raced. She’s literally just helping you remove a stain. Not sexy. Calm down. Emily internally yelled at herself.

Aubrey handed over the sweater and towel. “I’ll turn around so you can change.”

True to her word, she turned as Emily pulled off her ruined sweater. Emily toweled off any wine that seeped through fabric and onto her skin.

“Sorry I’m taking you away from spending the party with Stacie,” Emily muttered as she pulled the clean sweater on. She passed the now blotched towel back to Aubrey.

The older girl furrowed her eyebrows. “Why would I want to be spending it with Stacie?”

“Because, you know, you have a crush on her.”

“Did I say that?”

“Well no, but everyone seems to think so. From earlier.” Aubrey didn’t add anything so Emily continued. “And, I get it. She’s smart and beautiful, and flirty and cool. And probably really good in bed. Oh my god why did I say that—”

“Emily.” Aubrey’s firm voice brought her back from her spiral.

She took a breath. “Sorry.” Emily finally met Aubrey’s eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

The hem of her sweater suddenly became super interesting. She heard Aubrey take a breath.

One moment, Emily was wondering if her clumsiness completely blew her chance with the prettiest woman in the world, and the next, she was feeling soft lips on hers. Just as quickly as it began though, it ended.

“Was that okay?” Aubrey asked, searching her eyes for any signs of discomfort.

Emily nodded furiously, then pressed her lips back onto Aubrey’s, sinking into the feeling. This kiss was more needy, as if making up for lost time. /Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey/ shouted her mind, body and soul. Hands gripped her waist, desperate for some sort of grounding.

Just as Emily pushed Aubrey up against the wall, sharp knocking pulled them out of their bubble.

“You guys done making out in there??”

Emily could feel Aubrey smile against her lips, then slowly pull apart, giving one last quick peck.

“Out in a sec, Chloe!”

“You better because I really need to pee!” Came the shout back through the door.

As the sound of footsteps receded, Emily found Aubrey’s eyes focused back on her.

“So…you kissed me.” Emily said slowly.

“Mmhmm.”

“Like on the mouth.”

“That’s generally how it works.”

The gears in Emily’s brain were working overdrive to process the past few minutes. She was sure she was dreaming, except it was better than every single dream she’s ever had. Every cell in her body was electrified. Emily hated running, but she felt like she could sprint a marathon .

“You like me.“

The corner of Aubrey’s mouth twitched up, and she laced her fingers with Emily’s. “Yeah, for a while now.”

“What??”

“I didn’t know if you felt the same way about me.” Aubrey bit her lip. “And I didn’t want to mess up what we had at work if I was totally misreading any signs.”

Emily leaned in and kissed Aubrey again, soft but firm, a nice medium between their first two kisses.

“Hope there isn’t any more confusion.”

Aubrey laughed, and Emily melted. She could get used to this.

[kaleldobrev]

Graveyard Smash

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Sam and you go on a simple salt and burn case, which leads to some sexy times at a graveyard.

Warnings: Smut, some language

Notes: This is my first time writing smut. So I’m sorry if it’s bad. I really tried. Also, if having sex in a cemetery offends you, do not read this. If you liked this, please like/reblog this. It really lets me know you support fanfic creators.

If you prefer to read this on Archive of our own, here is the link

“It looks like just a simple salt and burn. Doesn’t seem like it needs all three of us.” You stated, as you started reading the news story on your laptop. On paper, it seemed like a really easy case. Brunette women around the age of 30 were all found dead in their bathtubs. The smell of rotten eggs filled the room but no rotten eggs were ever found at the crime scenes; which was a weird sentence you thought you’d never read in a quote on quote serious news website.

“Alright, Sammy and I got it. Y/N, you can stay here and try to find us more cases.” Dean said, and all you could do was state at him blankly, trying to hold bac the oh so not very nice comment you wanted to say. But before you could say anything, Sam spoke, saving Dean’s ass from being chewed out by you.

“Actually Dean. I was thinking Y/N and I could do this case together.” Sam said looking at you, trying to see your smile of approval that you instantly granted him without any hesitation. It was nice being with someone that always had your back no matter what. “Y/N and I never really get alone time together. And even though this is a case, it’d be nice to spend a few days together uninterrupted.” Sam shot his brother a look, and Dean instantly looked offended.

“What do you mean uninterrupted? I never interrupt you two.” Dean said trying to defend himself.

“Bullshit.” You said ever too quickly. “Whenever Sam and I are trying to have sex or be intimate in any way shape or form, you almost always interrupt us.”

Dean pointed at you. “Ah ha! Almost! You said almost!” You rolled your eyes. He was practically a little kid at this point. But you loved him the same nonetheless.

“I hate to admit it Dean but, you can be a real cockblock.” Sam said shrugging his shoulders a bit. You nodded at what he said, and the two of you shared a similar look when looking at Dean.

At this point, Dean had no idea what to say. He didn’t mean to be a cockblock by any means. He just had really shitty timing sometimes. And the times he had shitty timing happened to be when Sam and you were trying to be intimate.

“Okay fine.” Dean finally said. “You two can have your little couples weekend with a ghost and some corpses. Meanwhile, I’ll have Dean time.”

“And what does ‘Dean time’ consist of?” You asked, putting air quotes around Dean time. You knew exactly what Dean time was though. Whenever he said he wanted some Dean time, it usually consisted of working on Baby and then going into his bedroom and watching Casa Erotica or hentai while drinking beer or whiskey and then passing out. But you wanted to see if Dean would actually admit it this time.

“It’s none of your business. Dean time is my time.” He said, sounding almost too proud. You grinned, trying your best to hold back a laugh.

“Okay. Enjoy your Dean time.” You said, giving him a thumbs up and him giving you one in return. And with that, Dean left the Bunker kitchen, and Sam and you had the go ahead to have your ‘couples weekend.’

 The trip to the latest crime scene was a bit of a drive, but it could have been worse. The crimes were happening in Denver, Colorado so from Lebanon is was almost a six hour drive, but without stopping once, and the way Sam drove, the trip took less than five hours. Thank goodness Sam could be a speed demon when he wanted to be.

When Sam and you arrived at the motel, it was a little bit nicer than the usual motels the three of you stayed it, but it was still a motel nonetheless. The color scheme of the room was blues and greens, probably because Colorado was a very outdoorsy state. But, it was probably because the motel you were staying at was called The Nature Inn.

Placing your duffel bag on the bed you started looking through it trying to figure out your alias. After a few minutes, you decided on the perfect one. “Okay Sammy. I think I decided on who I��m going to be for this case.” You said, taking your FBI badge from the duffel.

“Oh?” Sam said, straightening his black tie. “Who are you today Y/N?”

“Agent Parker.” You grinned. “Want to guess who I want you to be?”

“It’s not Agent Barrow is it?” Sam grinned and you nodded. “And why am I not surprised?”

“Because you know how much I love Bonnie and Clyde. And if we’re doing a quote on quote couples weekend, why not have the last names of one of the most famous couples?” You explained.

“An outlaw couple to be exact.” Sam added.

You waved your hand. “Technicalities babe.” You grinned, which caused Sam to smile.

 When Sam and you were ready, the two of you headed to the latest crime scene which was about a five minute drive from the motel you guys were staying at. When the two of you arrived on scene, you talked to some of the cops as well as the victims husband. Even though he was still in shock about the whole thing, he was still able to give some pretty usual information, even though a lot of the information he gave were things that you had read about in the other previous murders.

“So why does the bureau have an interest in this case?” Asked Detective Hargrove.

“This is the fourth murder in the same town in less than two weeks. All the victims died the exact same way and all the victims are similar in physical appearance and age. So, you tell me why.” You said to the detective, giving your best FBI-esque voice.

The detective shrugged. “Fair enough Agent Parker.” He said.

“Do you have any suspects?” Sam asked.

Detective Hargrove shook his head. “Not at all because there is really nothing to go on besides the rotten egg smell. I mean, there’s been no sign of forced entry at any of the crime scenes and there’s no murder weapon.” He sighed. “I’ve been on the force for almost two decades, and never have I been this stumped on a case before.” The detective sounded defeated.

“Has there been anything like this before here?” You asked, and the detective shook his head.

“Not to this magnitude.” He stated.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked. Now we were finally getting somewhere.

“Well, I do not know the full details, because it was before my time. But, in the thirties, a man killed his wife because he thought she was cheating on him. The husband originally said that he came home and found her dead in the bathtub. But he later admitted that he killed her.” The detective explained.

“Thank you detective.” Sam said. He went into his pocket and pulled out a fake card, handing it to Hargrove. “If you think of anything else, don’t hesitate to call me.” The detective nodded and took the card from Sam, placing it in his pocket.

Sam and you walked away from the detective and headed towards the car. “So, I guess we have a vengeful spirit on our hands.” You said opening up the car door.

“Looks like it. When we get back to the motel, it should be easy to find the news story.” Sam said getting into the car and starting the engine once you closed your door and buckled.

 After a couple hours of research, Sam and you finally had the news story the detective was talking about. “Y/N, I found it.” Sam said looking up at you. You got up from where you were sitting and walked over to Sam. You stood behind so and looked at the news article. “Joseph McHillian, age 32, kills Barbara McHillian, age 30, after he thinks she is cheating on him. On March 23, 1936, Joseph McHillian states that he came home after work and killed his wife Barbara after he suspected that she was having an affair with the mailman. When he came home from work, his wife Barbara was in the tub, and she was happy to see him. At this point, Joseph started yelling and making accusations. Joseph claimed that she denied everything and that she was not cheating on him, but he did not believe her.” Sam said, reading word for word. “It later came out that she was in fact not having an affair, obviously.” Sam stated.

“Did you find anything about where he was buried?” You asked trying to read ahead.

“I did.” Sam said closing out of the current window and opening up another one. “He’s buried at Saint Michael’s Cemetery, which is about a fifteen drive from here.”

“Thank goodness this asshole was buried.” You said, which caused Sam to let out a small laugh. “When it gets dark, we can head over to the cemetery.”

 After dark, the two of you headed to the cemetery and looked for Joseph McHillian’s grave. His grave was pretty easy to find given the fact that it was in the criminal’s section of the cemetery, which you found insanely odd. What kind of cemetery has a dedicated criminals section?

Digging up the grave, Sam and you did the usual salt and burn to Joseph’s body. As the flames were engulfing the body, you turned to Sam. “I think this is the quickest case we have ever done.” You said. “Less than a day and we figured it out.” You commented.

“I call that a win. Especially since we have the room for three more days.” Sam looked at you, smirking slightly.

“What are we ever going to do to fill up three days?” Your voice was filled with want, which caused Sam’s facial expression to instantly change. His smirk turning a little devilish.

“I think I have a few ideas.” He said, moving closer to you.

“Oh?” You questioned, biting your bottom lip, knowing that was one of Sam’s sexual triggers. “What kind of ideas?” You played innocent, fully knowing what his ideas were.

“Do you want me to tell you or show you?” He asked, not really looking for an answer.

You closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist now, pulling you closer to him. As he did this, you could feel the erection forming in his jeans. “I think you should show me.” You whispered.

“Right now? Where’s there’s a possibly that anyone could see?” Sam asked. The idea of getting caught was something that really turned him on. Public sex was something that the two of you talked about, but it was something that the two of you weren’t sure about actually doing it. But when the two of you talked about it, having sex in a cemetery was something that definitely never came up in the scenario.

You nodded. “Yes.” And the instant that word left your lips, Sam had you pinned to the ground. Your arms were pinned above your head, and your legs were separated by Sam’s knee. Sam looked at you, his eyes were full of want, and your heart was going a mile a minute. He leaned down and kissed your lips. His kiss was gentle and soft at first, but eventually turned rough and needy. As his hand one was holding your arms above your head, his other hand started roaming down your body, stopping just above the button to your jeans. As his hand started to unbutton your jeans, his lips started moving to your neck, which caused you to let out a soft moan. “Sam…” You managed to say. Your eyes were shut now, loving the feeling of his lips on your neck.

At this moment, he started kissing your neck, which caused you to open your eyes. Sam whispered in your ear. “Don’t move your arms.” He stated and released his hand from your wrists. “Keep them above your head.” He practically commanded, and you nodded. He unbuttoned your jeans and slowly started removing them. You bucked up your hips just a bit in order to help him remove them faster. Even though there was a chill in the air, you knew that you wouldn’t be cold for long, given the fact you were already warming up.

Within a matter of seconds, your legs were free of jeans, and you were left with just wearing your black boy short underwear and a sweatshirt. “Sam…please…” You moaned, as Sam started playing with the hem of your underwear. As much as you liked when he teased, you just really wanted to get to the good part.

“Please what?” Sam said looking at you, as he continued to play with the hem of your underwear. “What do you want?” He asked as he started pulling down your underwear.

“I need you.” You said to him, still being very vague, which was not good enough for Sam.

“You need me to what Y/N? Use your words.” He stated. Sam looked at you, his eyes were filled with want, and his facial expression screamed sex.

“I need you to eat me out and fuck me.” You were finally blunt with what you wanted, which was all Sam was looking for from you.

“Atta girl.” He commented and slowly started removing your underwear. Again, you bucked your hips slightly in order to help him. Once your underwear was removed, he leaned down between your legs and held them apart with his hands. Sam held them apart at your knees and his tongue started going to work. At the moment his tongue came in contact with your clit, your eyes shut and you let out a soft moan. His tongue moved in circles, and then started doing other kinds of patterns that he knew you enjoyed.

After what seemed like forever, but was only a few minutes, you came, and as you did, Sam continued as you rid out your orgasm. When you had your first orgasm, you thought that Sam was going to start eating you out, but you were wrong. He continued to eat you out until he gave you another orgasm. After you rid out your second orgasm, he stopped, and you whined at the lack of contact. You opened your eyes and saw Sam grinning at you, which caused you to smile at him. The both of you panting a bit, you more than him.

He leaned in and kissed your lips; it was needy and quick, but you tasted yourself on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to you, starting to unzip his jeans. “Can’t wait to actually fuck you properly, without Dean in the way.” Sam said, taking off his jeans and boxers and tossing them to the side. He grabbed your hips and pulled you toward him. He was kneeling now, and his hands were on your waist, holding you in place. You were slightly straddling him, with your arms wrapped around his neck, and his cock slightly resting against your pussy. This wasn’t the most comfortable of sex positions, but it was a position that you could definitely get behind. Well, not actually behind…

Without warning, Sam lifted you up slightly and slipped his cock inside you. A loud moan escaped your lips, and Sam studied your face as his cock went in, inch by inch. One of his favorite things about having sex with you, was your facial expression whenever he entered you. Even though the two of you have been together for years, every time his cock slipped inside you, it always seemed like it was the first time the two of you had sex. The combination of your moaning and facial expressions always made Sam so confident, and turned on. The reason being, he knew that he was the only person in the world that could ever get this kind of reaction from you.

As he pumped in and out of you, you continued to moan. Not as loudly as when he first entered you, but your moans were still pretty loud. Probably louder than you would have liked, given the fact that not only were you in a public place, but you were in a cemetery of all places.

Sam had his arms wrapped around your waist, and your hands were cupping his face. The two of you were staring into each other’s eyes. Each thrust now was starting to get sloppier and sloppier. You could feel yourself getting close; and you knew for a fact that Sam was getting close too. You leaned in and the two of you kissed; your kiss wasn’t needy this time or full of lust. The kiss was passionate, yet gentle. “I love you.” You managed to say in between your final moans.

“I love you too.” Sam said. And with his final thrust, the two of you came at the same time.

The two of you stayed in that position for a minute, his still semi-hard cock deep inside you. The two of you panted for a minute, and you looked at each other. This wasn’t the most intense or passionate sex you’ve ever had with Sam, but it was one of the most intimate you’ve had with him. Which was a strange thought.

He pulled out of you, and released you from his grip, even though he didn’t want to. “You know Sammy,” You began to say, as you started putting back on your underwear; Sam was putting back on his. “I never thought I’d ever have sex in a cemetery, let alone having sex by grave firelight.” You finished. Sam looked at you, chuckling a bit.

“What? You’re telling me you’ve never had a sex in a cemetery before that was light up by a body being on fire?” The two of you looked at each other, and you couldn’t help but laugh at this comment. In return, he smiled.

“Shockingly no.” You said in between small laughs, finishing up putting your pants on and buttoning them. At this point, Sam was finished getting his pants back on as well. When you looked over at the grave to see if it was finished burning, which it was. This asshole was not going to be killing anymore women. You looked at Sam, who was standing next to you now. “You know, I feel kind of bad that you only got off once, and I got off three times.” You commented, and Sam smirked.

“Well, we do have the motel for a few more days. And, it is about a six hour drive back to the Bunker.” His statement made you smile. The two of you were definitely going to be having a lot of more fun the next couple of days, on your quote on quote couples weekend. But you were definitely going to leave out of the fact that the two of you had sex in a graveyard to Dean. That was something that he really did not need to know about.

[bechloeislegit]

BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH

{I've done birthday one-shots for Chloe/Brittany Snow's birthday and decided I should give the other half of BeChloe a birthday shoutout. So, Happy Birthday, Beca/Anna Kendrick!}

Prompt: Beca's birthday is coming up, and she does not want to celebrate; her friends have other ideas.

~~ BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH ~~

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Los Angeles and Beca had just returned from spending most of the morning in the studio working on the final song for her debut album. She completed everything on her part; the rest was up to Theo.

Beca walked in the door of her Penthouse apartment and made her way to the balcony. She detoured to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and took it and her carry-out bag of Chinese out onto the balcony.

Beca took a deep breath as she stepped outside and set the bag and her beer on the small table. She took two steps and leaned her arms on the balcony railing to look out over the L.A. skyline. She had to admit the studio did provide her with a spectacular apartment and view. She had been in L.A. for seven months and was on schedule to release her first album in just a few months. She missed the Bellas, especially Amy and Chloe. She missed Chloe a lot more, but Amy didn't need to know that.

Beca had hoped that Amy and Chloe would move from their tiny New York apartment to L.A. with her. She asked them both, but they had other plans.

Amy, having discovered she had over one-hundred million dollars, decided to sail around the world on her brand new yacht. Chloe, much to Beca's dismay, had stayed behind in Europe to get to know the soldier that she had liked.

To this day, Beca is not sure how she made it seem that Chloe staying behind to be with some guy, didn't hurt, but it did. That's what happens when you don't tell the person you fell in love with that you are in love with them.

Beca was so lonely that she had tried to call Chloe after being in L.A. for less than a week. She tried several times over a few days, but Chloe never answered, and all Beca could think to do was leave a voicemail asking Chloe to call. She also texted Chloe a couple of times also asking for Chloe to call her. Chloe never did call.

Beca got busy but did send Chloe a Happy Birthday text and asked how she was doing. Again, nothing from Chloe. Beca decided Chloe was still in her honeymoon phase with her new boyfriend and stopped trying to reach out. She truly believed that Chloe would contact her once she was a bit more settled into a routine with her soldier boy. Chloe hasn't tried to contact her.

Every so often, Beca would think about Chloe and wonder why she hadn't returned her call or text. Beca was hurt by it and tried to forget about Chloe. Easier said than done.

Beca was brought out of her thoughts when she heard the distinctive ping of a Skype request from her laptop. She thought about ignoring it but thought it might be one of the Bellas, so she grabbed her beer and food and hurried inside to answer.

Beca smiled when she saw that Stacie was the one attempting to Skype.

"Hey, Stace," Beca said, smiling as soon as Stacie's face came onto the screen.

"Hey, Beca," Stacie said with a smile. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, God," Beca muttered. "You know I hate surprises."

"You'll love this one," Stacie said. "Aubrey and I are coming to L.A."

"What?" Beca said, sitting up straighter, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "When? Why?

"We'll be arriving on the eighth of August and staying for two weeks. We are going to celebrate your birthday, too."

"You guys know I hate celebrating my birthday," Beca whined. "It's just another day."

"Hush, you," Stacie said. "My mom is taking Bella for two weeks so Aubrey and I can have some alone time. Neither one of us has been to L.A., so we decided to come there. Celebrating your birthday is part of our vacation plans."

"Okay, as long as it's just you two," Beca said. "You can stay here with me; I have plenty of room. I'll also see if I can take any time off and we can go sightseeing together."

"Make sure you're not working on your birthday," Stacie commanded. "You're ours for the whole day. We already have plans for you."

"Yes, ma'am," Beca said with a laugh.

Beca ended the call without telling Stacie she had already been given time off for her birthday since they were close to finishing her album.

~~ BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH ~~

It was three days before Stacie and Aubrey were due to arrive, and Beca was talking to Stacie.

"How many bedrooms do you have?" Stacie asked.

"I have my Master Bedroom and two guest rooms," Beca said.

"Is there a hotel close to where you live?" Stacie asked, causing Beca to take a moment before saying anything.

"It is just you and Aubrey coming, right?" Beca asked, suspicious of the questions Stacie was asking. Stacie was silent on the other end of the phone. "Stacie?" Still no answer. "Dammit, Stacie, what did you do?"

Beca ran a hand through her hair as she waited for Stacie to say something.

"It wasn't me, okay?" Stacie said. "Brey was talking to Amy yesterday and told her we were going to L.A. for vacation; Amy guessed we were coming to see you. She also knew it was the same time as your birthday and before I knew it, she agreed to pay for all the Bellas to fly in for your birthday. I'm sorry, Beca."

"Tell them to cancel," Beca said. "I won't be here."

"Come on, Beca," Stacie said, pleadingly. "You said you weren't doing anything and we all miss you."

"Not all of you," Beca mumbled.

"What was that?" Stacie asked.

"Nothing," Beca said. "Look, Stacie, I'm serious. I won't be here. I'm going somewhere else, so tell everyone not to waste their money." Beca then mumbled, "Maybe I'll get my birthday wish while I'm gone."

"What's your birthday wish?" Stacie asked softly, having heard Beca's mumbling.

"I'm not telling you," Beca said with a sigh. "It makes me sound pathetic."

"Tell me anyway," Stacie said.

Beca didn't say anything, and the silence was becoming uncomfortable.

"Please tell me, Beca," Stacie finally said. "I won't think you're pathetic. I swear."

Beca sighed again and said, "Fine." She took a breath and quickly said, "My wish is to find someone who wants to be with me, so I don't feel so lonely all the time." Beca scoffed at her own words. "Happy now? Now you know the truth. I'm a pathetic lonely loser."

"You're not a loser," Stacie said. "And you're not pathetic."

"No, I'm the person who told two of her really good friends that she didn't want to celebrate her birthday, but agreed because she thought it was just going to be them," Beca said. "And now it's ALL the Bellas, and God knows what Amy has planned."

"Beca, I-"

"No," Beca interrupted. "I meant what I said, Stacie. Tell them to cancel their plans; that includes you and Aubrey. Because I won't be here."

Beca ended the call and threw her phone on the table. It immediately started ringing, and she ignored it. She grabbed her laptop and pulled up a travel website. She decided to go to New York, the last place she felt like her life was hers to control as she saw fit. She was serious when she told Stacie she wouldn't be in L.A.

Beca confirmed her airline and hotel reservations and set her laptop aside. She looked at her phone to see fifteen missed calls from Stacie, as well as five from Aubrey. She also had a few texts from Stacie and one from Aubrey.

Since she already knew what Stacie had to say, she read Aubrey's text.

Aubrey: Beca, I'm sorry. I didn't know Amy was going to call all the Bellas and get them to come to L.A. I don't know how she got them to agree on such short notice. I tried to get Amy to cancel and abide by your wishes to not make a big deal out of your birthday, but everyone was so excited about seeing you. Please call me so we can talk about this.

Beca read the text a few times before she texted Aubrey a one-word response.

Beca: No.

~~ BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH ~~

Beca, expecting Aubrey and Stacie to show up before they were scheduled to arrive, left for New York the next day.

Beca landed and took a taxi to her hotel. She noticed that Theo had texted her about thirty minutes before she checked her phone. She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her throat when she saw his message.

Theo: I have two furious Bellas in my office right now. What should I tell them?

Beca had been right, and they had flown out to L.A. today. She almost felt bad about doing the same. Almost.

Beca: Are they still with you? If so, tell them I went on a mini-vacation and you don't know where I am.

Theo: They are sitting across from my desk glaring at me. I told them I didn't know where you were and they don't believe me.

Beca sighed and chewed her bottom lip. She had purposely not told Theo where she was going in case this happened. She took a moment before replying.

Beca: Take them to my apartment and let them stay there. I'm going to grab some dinner and do a little sightseeing. Tell them I'll call them and not to call me. Okay?

Theo: Okay, got it.

Beca thought about leaving her phone in her room while she went to dinner, but thought better of it. Theo may need to reach her.

Beca spent two days doing the tourist thing. She went to some of the sights she hadn't visited while living in New York.

Beca still hadn't called Stacie or Aubrey and decided she'd call them the day after her birthday.

The night before her birthday, Beca was restless, so she left her hotel around ten to walk around hoping to tire herself out enough to be able to sleep. She was not too far from the old apartment that she had shared with Amy and Chloe, so Beca walked to it. She stood on the sidewalk across the street from the building, looking up at it. She wondered who lived in the apartment now. She hoped whoever they were, that they were making memories like she did with her Chloe. And Amy, of course.

Beca sat on a bench as she continued to stare at the building. She thought back on some of the memories she had with Chloe.

"Come on, Beca," Chloe said. "It's our first Halloween in New York. We have to go out in costume."

Beca laughed softly, remembering how Chloe had convinced her and Amy to dress up as The Bangles. Beca shook her head as she recalled how Chloe got them free drinks by agreeing to have them sing "Eternal Flame" on the karaoke stage.

Their first Christmas together was almost a disaster. Chloe wanted to go home to Tampa to see her newest niece but wasn't able to save enough money. Her folks didn't know Chloe was having money problems; she told them that she was staying in New York, so Beca didn't have to spend Christmas alone. Amy was going to spend Christmas in Australia.

The day after Thanksgiving, they did what they could to decorate the apartment, but it was sparse. Beca was bummed because Chloe was bummed about missing out on her niece's first Christmas.

About two weeks before Christmas, Beca's dad called and asked her what she wanted. At first, Beca was going to tell them she didn't want anything. Then she got an idea.

"I want a favor," Beca said.

"A favor?" her dad asked.

"Yeah," Beca said. "Um, I'll come home for Christmas if you can buy my ticket and float me a loan for another ticket."

"You want to bring Chloe home with you for Christmas?"

"What? Um, how did you know it was for Chloe?"

"Just a hunch," her father said with a chuckle.

"Well, um, yes and no," Beca said. She explained to her dad about Chloe wanting to see her niece but couldn't afford to go home. "So, I thought I'd give her the ticket for Christmas. I'm a little tight for cash to do it myself."

"That's very nice of you, Beca," her dad said.

"Thanks," Beca said. "So, does that mean you'll loan me the money for Chloe's ticket?"

"No," her dad responded. Before Beca could say anything, he quickly said, "I will buy both tickets, and that will be my gift to you."

Beca took a deep breath. "Thanks, dad. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," her dad said. "See you in two weeks."

Her dad came through for her, and Beca had the tickets a few days later. Beca insisted that Chloe open her gift early. Beca will never forget the look of pure joy on Chloe's face when Chloe opened her gift and found the ticket.

~~ BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH ~~

Beca checked her phone and saw a few missed texts from Aubrey and Stacie. She decided to call Stacie, figuring it was the lesser of two evils.

"You are in big trouble, Beca," Stacie said as she answered Beca's call.

"I told you I wouldn't be there," Beca said. "Not my fault you didn't listen."

"We're sorry," Stacie said. "How many times do I need to say it? We miss you; so do the rest of the Bellas. We wanted to celebrate your birthday with you."

"Enjoy your alone time with Aubrey," Beca said. "You can stay at my place for the two weeks you're there. I'll be back before you're gone. But celebrating my birthday is off-limits. If not, I'll extend my stay until after you're gone."

"Beca," Stacie said.

"Beca, you listen to me," Aubrey cut in. "What the Hell is wrong with you? You're friends tell you they're coming to see you and you leave. Who-"

Beca hung up on Aubrey. "I'll pay for that later," Beca mumbled to herself as she turned off her phone.

Beca noticed that it was already after 11:00 pm. She took one more look at the building and decided to go grab a late bite at the 24-hour diner she, Chloe, and Amy loved to spend their Sunday mornings. It was close, it had good food, and it was cheap — three of their favorite reasons to do anything.

Beca jaywalked across the street and took one more look at their old building. The diner was two blocks away, and Beca arrived in no time.

The bell on the door tinkled as she entered and Beca couldn't help but smile at the memories the sound brought to mind. Beca looked around and noticed how everything looked exactly the same. The hostess walked up, and before Beca could say anything, she saw the distinctive red hair of her possibly ex-best friend.

"Chloe?" Beca said without thinking.

"Oh, you want to sit in Chloe's section?" the hostess asked with a smile.

"Um, yes, please," Beca said. "Thank you."

Beca watched as Chloe moved back and forth between the counter and the tables. She was thankful Chloe hadn't been paying attention when she entered.

The hostess led Beca to a table and handed her a menu; Beca held it up to cover her face. She looked over the top as she watched Chloe moving back and forth.

Beca took a breath and laid the menu down when she saw Chloe walking over to her table, her head down as she wrote on her order book.

"Hi, I'm Chloe, may I take-. Beca? Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Chlo," Beca said. "I should be asking you the same thing."

"I'm working," Chloe said. "So, if you'd like to order…"

"Chloe?" Beca asked, sadly. "Talk to me."

"I said I'm working," Chloe said, her voice tight. "If you'll excuse me, I have to pick up some orders."

Chloe turned to walk away, and Beca jumped up and grabbed her arm. "NO! You do not get to walk away from me without an explanation."

Tears sprang to Chloe's eyes, and a manager hurried over. "Is everything okay here?"

"My apologies," Beca said, looking at the manager. "I didn't mean to cause a scene." Beca let go of Chloe's arm she hadn't realized she was still holding. She lowered her voice and asked, "Can Chloe take a break? Chloe and I are old friends, and we had a disagreement. We really need to talk."

"I can't, Beca," Chloe whimpered.

Tears stung Beca's eyes. She turned to the manager and said, "I'm not leaving until she talks to me. Chloe and I lost touch, and I don't know why. I'll pay or do whatever it takes if you'll give Chloe a break so I can talk to her. Please?"

"Take your dinner break, Chloe," the manager said with a smile. "You're covered."

"Thank you," Beca said quickly. "Chloe? Please? Just fifteen minutes is all I'm asking."

Chloe wrapped her arms around herself and looked down at the ground. She nodded and said, "Follow me."

Chloe moved past Beca and Beca turned to follow. Chloe went to the back and through a door that said Employees Only. Chloe turned into what looked like the employee's break room and sat at one of the tables. Beca joined her.

Chloe sat, fidgeting in her chair for about ten minutes. Beca watched her, waiting for her to say something. She was a bit startled when Chloe finally spoke.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said as tears ran down her face.

"Okay," Beca said. "But what are you sorry for? Ignoring my calls and texts? Or because you ghosted everyone and didn't tell anyone you were back in New York?"

"For everything," Chloe said.

Beca sat and looked at Chloe. "What's going on with you, Chloe? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing," Chloe said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I've known you for almost eight years, Chlo," Beca said softly. "I can tell when something's wrong."

Chloe didn't say anything and just looked at Beca.

"Okay, answer me this," Beca said. "Why did you shut everyone out? Aubrey? The Bellas? Me? That's my M.O., and it doesn't look good on you."

Chloe still didn't say anything and looked down at the table. Beca let out a sigh.

"If I did something to hurt you, or make you mad at me, please tell me so I can fix it," Beca said with a hitch in her throat. She wiped at a tear. "I miss you, Chloe. I miss my best friend."

Chloe let out a small sob, and Beca got out of her chair and wrapped Chloe in a hug. Chloe put her arms around Beca's waist and cried into her chest.

Beca held Chloe, relishing in the redhead being in her arms again. She let Chloe cry herself out before pulling back to look down at her.

"Want to talk now?" Beca asked. "We can start slow and work up to the big stuff. Why don't you tell me about vet school? Is Chicago here, too?"

Chloe was shaking her head no. "I'm, um, not in vet school."

"What?" Beca asked, surprised. "You were so excited about getting in."

"I know," Chloe said. "But, um, I turned down the acceptance."

"Okay, now I'm really confused," Beca said as she pulled her chair closer to Chloe and sat down. "Why would you do that?"

"I thought I was staying in Spain with Chicago," Chloe said.

"And you didn't?"

"No. I left a week after everyone else did."

"You've been back in New York for almost eight months?"

Chloe nodded and wiped the tears from her cheek.

"But, you said you were staying with him in Spain. We all thought it was permanent because you seemed so sure about him."

Chloe let out a humorless laugh. "He didn't want anything permanent. He just wanted someone to warm his bed until he found someone else. I was stupid enough to think he wanted something more with me. I dumped my whole life back here to be with him."

Chloe's eyes flared with residual anger. Beca had never seen Chloe this angry.

"So, Chicago's not here with you?" Beca was almost afraid to ask.

"God, no," Chloe said. "I realized after a few days that he wasn't the one for me. I couldn't get a flight home for a couple of days after that."

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were coming back?"

"Amy told me she paid the rent on the apartment for a year, so if I ever wanted to go back, I had a place to stay. So, I figured no one needed to know I was back. I wasn't ready to see or talk to anyone."

Beca sat there, stunned. "Why?"

"I was embarrassed," Chloe said. "I made such a big deal about how Chicago was such a great guy and perfect for me. And he wasn't. I had only known him for a few days, but I thought I could move on with him."

"Move on from what?" Beca asked.

Chloe swallowed and looked at Beca. A tear ran down her cheek as she quietly said, "You."

"Me?" Beca asked, incredulously. "Why would you need to move on from me? I thought we were-." Beca stopped and stared into Chloe's eyes before quietly saying, "I thought we were best friends."

"We were," Chloe said. "That was the problem."

"I'm still confused," Beca said, shaking her head.

"Becs," Chloe said, her voice quiet. "I didn't want to be your best friend."

Beca's mouth opened as if to say something, but Chloe put her fingers to Beca's lips to stop her.

"I wanted to be more," Chloe added, taking Beca's hands in hers. She bit her lip and studied Beca's face.

Beca swallowed and let out a small sob as she smiled. "Why didn't you say anything? I've been killing myself wondering what I did to make you not want to be around me."

"I'm sorry for that," Chloe said. "I couldn't stand the idea of just being your friend who moved to L.A. with you. I wanted to be your girlfriend who moved to L.A. with you. I didn't think you wanted that with me."

"I did want that with you," Beca said softly. "I still do."

Beca and Chloe stared at each other and slowly leaned toward the other. Their lips connected in a soft, chaste kiss as they sat holding hands as their knees bumped each other.

They broke the kiss, both smiling.

"Will you come to L.A. with me?" Beca asked. "We can figure out later about the friend versus girlfriend thing."

"I will go to L.A. with you, on one condition," Chloe said.

"What's that?"

"I go as your girlfriend," Chloe said, a hopeful look on her face.

"I totes agree with your condition," Beca said and leaned in for another kiss.

Beca broke the kiss and saw the time on a clock behind Chloe and her smile widened. "Looks like I got my birthday wish."

"Oh, my God," Chloe said. "It's your birthday. We'll have to celebrate."

"I thought we were," Beca said as she leaned in and kissed Chloe again.

"Chloe, you can-" Beca and Chloe broke apart from their kiss. "Oh, sorry," her manager said not even trying to hide his smile. "Chloe, I just wanted to let you know you can clock out. It's quiet, and it looks like you have other plans anyway."

Beca and Chloe both blushed slightly.

"Thanks, Joe," Chloe said. "Oh, and sorry for such short notice but I quit. I'm moving to L.A. with my girlfriend."

~~ BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH ~~

Beca and Chloe walked hand-in-hand back to Beca's apartment. Once they were inside, Beca asked Chloe how long it would take her to pack her stuff.

"I only have my clothes," Chloe said. "Why?"

"Fly to L.A. with me today," Beca said. "I'll book us a flight, and we can be back in time to celebrate my birthday with the Bellas."

"The Bellas are in L.A.?" Chloe asked. "So, why are you here?"

"Long story," Beca said. "I can tell you on the plane."

"Let's see if we can get seats," Chloe said, pulling up her laptop.

They found a flight and made their reservations. Beca helped Chloe pack up two suitcases, and they went to sleep for a couple of hours, snuggled together on the pull-out sofa bed.

When they woke, they got ready and went to Beca's hotel to get Beca packed. They were both tired but managed to finish and took a cab to the airport.

After checking their bags, they grabbed a quick bite. Both were yawning as they waited for their plane.

"I'm sleeping the whole way on the plane," Beca mumbled.

"Me, too," Chloe said, trying to stifle another yawn.

Beca had another idea and pulled out her phone and called Theo. After making some arrangements, Beca ended the call.

"What was all that?" Chloe asked.

"Theo is going to take the Bellas out to celebrate my birthday without me," Beca said. "Only, they're going to be celebrating with both of us. I just hope our flight is on time."

~~ BECA'S BIRTHDAY WISH ~~

A car was waiting for Beca just as Theo had promised. Beca and Chloe were both feeling rested, having slept most of the way on the flight.

The driver put their luggage in the trunk and drove them to the restaurant Theo was taking the Bellas. Beca texted Theo and was told that all the Bellas were there.

"Showtime," Beca said, taking Chloe's hand and leading her into the restaurant.

Theo met them at the entrance and walked them back to the private room where the Bellas were waiting.

"Here goes nothing," Beca said, and the trio walked in.

"Chloe?"

"Beca?"

"Oh, my God," Aubrey squealed and ran over to hug Chloe.

Stacie was the first to Beca, whispering "Happy Birthday!" as she pulled her into a hug.

The rest of the Bellas rushed over and got in on the hugs.

"I can't believe you're here," Aubrey said, still holding onto Chloe. "I've missed you."

"I missed you, too," Chloe said and looked around. "I missed all of you."

Theo managed to get everyone seated again, and everyone ordered their food.

"I thought you weren't going to celebrate your birthday," Stacie said to Beca.

"Well, my birthday wish came true," Beca said, looking at Chloe.

"What?" Stacie said, smiling. "Really? When and how did this happen?"

"What are you talking about?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah," Ashley said. "What happened?"

Chloe apologized for ghosting everyone and then told them all about what happened with Chicago and her moving back to New York.

Beca then told how she left LA. to avoid celebrating her birthday and found Chloe working in a diner in New York. And, that she asked Chloe to move to L.A. as her girlfriend, and they were now together.

There was a stunned silence for about thirty seconds before the girls started cheering and laughing. Then questions were thrown at them left and right. Beca looked at Chloe and smiled. Chloe leaned in and kissed her.

"Happy Birthday, Becs," Chloe said. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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A/N: This was supposed to be posted on August 9 (for Anna Kendrick's birthday). I had initially ended it with Beca finding Chloe and them making up. But, on Anna's birthday, I saw the IG and Twitter pics of Chrissie Fit and Kelly Jakle out celebrating Anna's birthday with her, so I decided to change the ending to have Beca celebrate with the Bellas. I hope you enjoyed it.

[lilacsolanum]

I really want to start blogging my creative “guess it’s time to cook through my ridiculous pantry full of odd ingredients I have collected over the years” quarantine adventures. 

I have made:

- Chickpea salad with kombu salt mixed with these weird packets of vegan fish flakes I got from an Asian grocery store one time, I had no plan for them, but they make amazing fake-tuna salad. I’m pescatarian now but I still fuck with chickpeas, a lot, because I’m a queer woman with tattoos and we eat a lot of chickpeas.

- Apparently I had brown rice in the back of my pantry. I used to work at an Asian restaurant so I neeever made rice at home, I was so surprised to find I have like a ton of it (yes I’m white, yes it's hipster, yes I’m a weeaboo) (a J-pop weeaboo like a lady, I don’t know what the fuck an anime is except for Sailormoon and The Slayers) (stop saying your anime theme songs are ‘J-pop’ girl don’t talk to me unless we’re going to talk about Namie Amuro) (I was a Johnny’s fangirl in my early 20s and I’m sorry.) Anyway I made a weird but pretty good “spanish rice” mess with mysterious Thai vegetarian broth base, a can of black beans, and like half an onion and Frank’s sauce, it was actually really good.

- I actually got sick as soon as my city shut down restaurants, so I was not only unemployed overnight but SUPER stuck inside, especially since some of my symptoms were COVID-y. I wanted bread more than anything in the world and I found a bottle of Grain Belt that I had NO MEMORY of purchasing and I made beer bread with tons of nutritional yeast. Later, while wistfully looking at my old Instagram, I found a photo I took when I invited a bunch of homosexuals over to get drunk and scream at Kristin Chenoweth in Harispray Live! back in 2016, and some queer had brought a case of Grain Belt. I hate beer and I still have a bottle. Anyway I used that bread to serve my chickpea salad on like an asshole.

- Later I was cleared to leave the house according to the CDC guidelines, which is the only thing I was and am going to listen to because I had about 30 different people being like “YOU’RE STILL CONTAGIOUS FOR THE NEXT ONE MILLION YEARS!” “IF YOU GO TO THE GROCERY STORE BEFORE JUNE YOU WILL KILL MY GRANDMOTHER!” “YOU CANNOT LEAVE THE HOUSE YOU ARE CARRYING THE PLAGUE UNTIL YOUR MOTHER SACRIFICES HERSELF TO BAHAMUT” like everyone had different information and just. If you have COVID symptoms, don’t make my mistake and tell anyone you don’t have to tell, everyone will tell you something different about your quarantine. CDC Website Only. Anyway eventually I got real bread AND eggs and made baked french toast with my beer bread, it wasn’t very good but it was VERY from scratch. I ate it with a banana.

- At one point I made my hangover cure I invented when I was vegan just for fun, I wasn’t even hungover. Instant ramen made with coconut milk and whatever bullshit your hungover ass wants (cheese? Yes. An egg? Yes. Curry powder? Yes. Frozen hashbrowns? YES.) I just wanted to share about making instant ramen with coconut milk. It’s trash and amazing. Throw some kimchi in there!

- I have a bunch of whole wheat flour because???? Why??? So I made whole wheat cookies and they ended up really salty somehow, is Earth Balance salted? Have they been salted all this time? Anyway I made it with orange juice from muddled clementines they’re good but I wish they were trashy white flour cookies.

Now I’m soaking some black-eyed peas. Why do I have black-eyed peas? I don’t know. But they’re soaking. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. I had a can of jackfruit lying around for yeeears and I was going to get that marinating, but oops, she was bulging girl. She was not having it. I had to put her to rest. Which is fine, because I don’t like jackfruit, people keep using it as a protein substitute and I’m like no ma’am that is a fruit. That is not filling. Please make your vegetarian sloppy joes out of lentils.

[stahlop]

Must Love Dogs (2/?)

Here is Chapter 2!  Killian is finally introduced beyond his profile, but he and Emma still won’t physically meet yet.

I’d like to thank @profdanglaisstuff, not only for being my beta, but for this wonderful artwork that she made for me!

Also on Ao3

Chapter 2

Killian didn’t usually work so late, but they were revamping the whole website at work, something about making it more user friendly (he didn’t how much more user friendly he could possibly make it), so he’d been working late nights for the past week or so.

Jolly didn’t appreciate the late hour.  She liked sleeping with him on his bed and stealing his blankets. She didn’t care for the many dog beds he had bought her to try to deter her from this. She was currently trying to get his attention by nuzzling her head under his arm while he was trying to maneuver his mouse around in his graphic design application.

“I know, Jolly,” he sighed, checking the time and seeing that it was close to midnight,  “I’m almost done for the night.” He scrubbed his hand over his face as the tiredness was seeping in and his eyes were starting to droop.

He took a last sip of the decaffeinated tea he had been drinking and was about to turn off the computer when he noticed an email alert in his notifications. Normally, he would let it keep until the morning, but being that his bosses tended to email him whenever an idea for the website struck, he figured he should check it out, just in case.

At first glance he thought it was spam mail that had made it through his spam filter, as he couldn’t recall what Mustlovedogs.com would be, and then he remembered.  

One year ago…

After years of working at a company that didn’t seem to appreciate his graphic design talents, Killian had finally secured a job at the boat touring company he’d been in negotiations with for the past few weeks!  This was cause for a celebratory drink with friends.  Luckily, Robin and Will were available on such short notice.

“Cheers, mate!” Both Robin and Will chorused as they started on their first round of Guinness. They knew he’d been miserable in his last job and had mainly stayed on because his ex-girlfriend worked there as well.  When they had broken up, Killian knew he had to find some other place to work.  He couldn’t be at a job he hated plus work around the woman who had broken his heart.

They were about to order a second round when the dreaded ex walked in, with his former boss on her arm.

“Shit!” Killian cursed, “Milah, just walked through the fucking door with Mr. Gold.” His Guinness went down his throat a little bit faster; his joyous mood now turning sour.

“We need to get this bloke out of here.” Will said to Robin who nodded in agreement. While Killian and Milah had been broken up for about three months now, seeing her on the arm of another man, especially the man who didn’t appreciate his talents at work, could bring about another bout of self-pity, which was not something Robin or Will wanted to be around again.

“I thought we were celebrating.” Killian said as his friends tried to walk him home. He instead turned into a local pub that was just a few doors down from where they’d been.

“Three rum shots!” Killian announced to the bartender when he approached the bar.

“Mate,” Will began  “I don’t think we need to be drinking the hard stuff tonight.  I thought we were just having a few beers to celebrate.”

“Who said any of these were for you?” Killian asked immediately downing all three in a matter of seconds.

“Okay, then.” Robin said giving Will the look that said Killian needed to be brought home now. 

Robin paid the bartender and both he and Will took Killian out of his second bar for the night and walked him the rest of the way home.  Luckily, Killian didn’t live that far away from the bars they liked to frequent.

“Rolly Joger!” Killian exclaimed as his dog greeted him at the door. Both Will and Robin snickered at the fact that Killian was already drunk enough that he had messed up his dog’s name.

“At least I have one lady that loves me.” He said kneeling down to Jolly and letting her give him kisses all over his face.

“And I think that is our cue to leave.” Robin said to Will.  They closed the door behind them as Killian continued to be bathed in dog kisses.

“Maybe that’s what I need, Jolly. A lady that loves me...us...both you and me.”He said, getting up from the floor and going over to his laptop. “There has to be someone out there who appreciates a man and his dog.”

He somehow managed to get his cursor into the Google bar and typed in ‘dating sites must love dogs’.  

He chuckled at the memory. His breakup with Milah had been painful, but he had decided to adopt Jolly after it had happened, and then he got his current job, a job he was much happier in.  So, he really did have Milah to thank for all that. Apparently, a year later,  his profile was still up and someone was interested, having sent him a virtual kiss. He checked the time, seeing it was close to midnight and he was supposed to be at work at 8 the next morning, but looking at the profile couldn’t hurt, right?

He clicked the link, impressed himself by remembering the username and password he had set up for himself a year ago, and opened up the profile of one Emma Swan.

Suddenly, Killian wasn’t tired anymore.  On his screen was a blonde goddess with a dog similar to his own.  He could swear his heart skipped a beat.  Jolly whined again.

“Hold on there, Jolly, I’ll be ready in a minute.” He had to read this woman’s profile.  There was no way her looks and personality could match.

But they did. 

“She’s studying to be in law enforcement, Jolly!  Do you know how incredibly sexy that is?” He gave his pup a smooch on the top of her head. Jolly tried to nuzzle his head some more, but Killian was already up, taking his empty mug of tea to the sink. This woman, this Emma Swan, he could tell she had seen his profile first, had written hers to somewhat match the same playful (drunken) tone he’d taken on in his, and he liked that.  Liked that she already wanted to impress him, wanted him to like her.  He felt like she was talking directly to him.

He quickly changed into a pair of BU sweatpants and brushed his teeth.  Jolly got herself situated onto her side of the bed.  Killian went back to the laptop and Jolly whined.

“I know, I know, just let me do one more thing Jolly, and then I’m all yours.” He grinned at his dog who was currently giving him the evil eye because he wasn’t in the bed yet. He clicked the button to send a virtual kiss back, then closed his laptop and got into bed. Jolly gave him a lick on the nose, turned twice on the bed, and went to sleep.  

He hadn’t been this excited about a woman since Milah. Hopefully, this wouldn’t end up the same way, although he highly doubted a married woman would be on a dating site. Killian couldn’t wait to see if he’d receive something else from the beautiful and well-spoken Miss Swan the next day.

EKEKEK

Emma woke to Ditie’s head in her face, her normal way of waking her up.  She would put her head on the mattress and put her face right up in Emma’s face, starting at her until she woke up.  The first few times Ditie had done that she’d freaked Emma out when she had woken up, scaring poor Ditie back to her dog bed.  But Emma had gotten used to it, even though her heart still skipped a little upon waking up.

“Need to go out, Ditie?” Emma asked stretching.  Ditie chuffed as though this were a stupid question.  It was morning, of course she had to go out. She padded out of Emma’s bedroom and over to the front door to wait for Emma to get ready.

After Emma did her daily morning routine: bathroom, brush teeth, and put on workout clothes, Emma gathered the leash, put it on Ditie’s collar and started on their daily walk.

It was seven in the morning, not too early, although, earlier than Emma would have normally been up before she had a dog.  Emma had never been a morning person, but she now had a dog she was responsible for. Luckily, there was a dog park not too far away that they would walk to, plus Emma could get her morning coffee fix right before the entrance of the park.

Once they made it to the park, coffee in hand, Emma let Ditie go while she sat down on her usual bench.  She watched Ditie sniff and play around with the few other dogs in the park this early before getting her phone out of the hidden pocket of her workout leggings to check her email.

She was hoping that she’d have some info about the skip she was currently tracking, but instead she saw a reply back from the MustLoveDogs.com website.  Killian Jones had also sent her a virtual kiss!

Her heart skipped several beats when she saw that.  She noticed that the time sent on the email was 11:59 PM, which means he’d seen it and responded almost immediately after she’d sent the original kiss. The ball was now in her court.

But she wasn’t sure what to do now.  The bigger dating sites had an instant messenger type feature. She could usually feel a guy out by his short responses to see if she wanted to go out on a date.  Of course, most of her dates had gone horribly, so maybe instant messaging was not the way to figure out if someone was a good match.  This site was pretty new so it didn’t have that feature.  She could email him through the site though.

As she sat on the bench contemplating her next move, someone sat down directly next to her, practically pushing her off the bench.  She was about to give this person a piece of her mind when she saw who it was.

“Ruby!’ she yelled, “What the hell?” Ruby just laughed, flipping her brown locks with red streaks behind her shoulders.

“Sorry,” she replied with a smile on her bright red lips, way too bright for seven in the morning, “I saw you sitting her when I brought Wolfie in and you seemed so deep in thought, I couldn’t resist.” Ruby was one of the first friends she had made when Emma had moved to Boston.  Her grandmother owned the 24-hour diner where she and Ruby had worked. They had worked many a graveyard shift together catering to the drunk college students in the wee hours of the night.

“What are you doing here so early?” Emma asked.  Ruby’s girlfriend, Dorothy usually walked Wolfie, their Alaskan Malamute/Samoyed mix, in the mornings.  Ruby was less of a morning person than Emma was.

“She’s visiting relatives in Kansas for the week.” Ruby pouted, “Which means I have morning Wolfie duty this week. What’s so interesting on your phone this morning?”

Emma almost took the phone away, embarrassed that she already seemed so into a guy that she’d only read a profile for, but if anyone would give her an honest opinion about this, it was Ruby, as she was known for being as blunt as someone could be. Emma gave a sigh.

“So, I found a guy online, we haven’t even interacted yet except for a virtual kiss, which is basically like a nudge or poke on most dating sites, but I think he could be it.” Emma said as quickly as she could.  Ruby raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Look at you Emma, you’re blushing.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush over a guy.  You’re usually a ‘one and done’ kind of girl.  I mean, I know you were trying the whole online dating thing, but this is different.” She stared at her friend, “Let me see his profile.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Emma said, still a little embarrassed, the flush on her cheeks spreading further down her face, “I mean, like I said, we haven’t even spoken yet, it could be nothing.” but she reluctantly started pulling up the website to show to Ruby.

“Honey, that face is not nothing.” She greedily grabbed the phone from Emma the moment Killian’s profile loaded up.

“Oh, he’s cute!” Ruby gushed.  She quickly read over the profile and laughed at Jolly’s profile muttering ‘pirates and Peter Pan’ under her breath.  Then she looked up at Emma with the most sincere look Emma had ever seen before.

“Emma, I have a feeling about this guy.  I think he sounds perfect for you.  Send him an email.”

“Oh, god!” Emma said worriedly, “I wouldn’t even know what to say.  What the hell do you write in an email to a guy you think is hot and writes like a poet? This is way out of my depth.” She put her head in her hands.

“Here’s what I think you should express to him in the email,” Ruby started, but both Ditie and Wolfie barreled into them at that exact moment to get attention from their owners.

“I think that’s my cue.” Ruby stated.  Both she and Emma got up and attached leashes to collars and harnesses. The women got up and gave each other hugs.  Emma put her phone back in the hidden pocket of her workout pants and started to walk away when she suddenly turned back toward Ruby.

“What did you think I should I put in the email?” Emma asked as she had just remembered that  Ruby had been interrupted before she finished telling her what to write.  Ruby turned to Emma, gave her a wolfish grin with her big, red lips, then turned back around and walked away.  

“Of course.” Emma said to herself. She was an adult, she would be able to figure this out herself. She and Ditie exited the park and headed back to her apartment to start getting ready for work.

EKEKEK

Killian was not a fidgety person by nature.  He was usually very focused on the task at hand which left no room for fidgeting. And even though he was very focused on redesigning the website, he was constantly checking his email to see if Emma Swan had responded back yet. 

And she hadn’t.  

Hence the fidgeting. 

Which meant tapping the fingers that weren’t on his trackpad on the table.  

And annoying his co-worker. 

Who also happened to be his brother. 

And a big reason why Killian had wanted to work at this company.

“Little brother,” Liam started.

“Younger brother.” Killian corrected before getting out of his email and back to his work.

“Killian.” Liam said trying again.

“Yes.” Killian said not taking his eyes off his computer.  

“What’s with the tapping?” 

“Bloody hell!” Killian thought, immediately stopping the tapping and putting his hand around his coffee cup instead. Hopefully, having something physically in his hand would temper the impulse to tap his fingers on his desk.

“Killian.” Liam said almost menacingly.

“I’m just really engrossed in redesigning the website for the company you work for.” Killian said taking a sip of the now lukewarm coffee. “It’s the biggest project the company has let me undertake and I don’t want to bollocks it up.”

“Killian.” Liam said again, his arms now crossed, the pose that Killian knew meant he needed to tell him what was distracting him now. The pose that throughout his whole childhood, made him seem more like his father rather than his older brother.

“I…” Killian started, but realized it was much too soon to be telling his brother, or anyone for that matter, about someone online that he had only communicated with by virtual kiss. He knew he was acting a bit irrationally.  He felt like a 13-year-old boy with his first crush.  Like he had sent her a note in class and was waiting for a response to the question ‘Will you be my girlfriend? Tick Yes or No.’ 

“It’s nothing, Liam.  I just have a lot on my mind. I realized it had been about a year since I started working here, and that reminded why I started here in the first place…” He trailed off.  He supposed invoking the memory of his ex was worth it just to get Liam off his back.  Liam knew it had taken Killian quite some time to get over Milah. And maybe Killian did feel a little bad bringing up Milah when he wasn’t really in that place anymore.  He had thought Milah was it, the love of his life, but he had this invigorating feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time…. He was positive, given the chance, he could fall in love with this Emma Swan.

Liam lifted an eyebrow.  He didn’t believe his brother for a second.  This distraction was not from memories of a broken heart.  This distraction seemed like it was almost from… hope? But he wasn’t going to push.  Killian would tell him what was going on when he was ready.

“I need to get back to…” An email popped up.  An email from the MustLoveDogs website from one Emma Swan! Killian didn’t even think about the fact that Liam was still there.  He immediately clicked to open the email.

Hi Killian,

 I was so glad to get that virtual kiss back from you.  I’ll admit, I felt really dumb doing that, but the website doesn’t have an instant messaging program to contact you in a better fashion. Anyway, I thought I’d tell you that I really liked your profile (which I’m sure you figured out from me contacting you) and I love the fact that we both have the same type of dogs. How long have you had Jolly? I just recently got Aphrodite a few months ago.  She’s been a great addition to my life.  I don’t know how I survived before her. And luckily, she doesn’t mind my weird work hours.  I said in my profile that I work in bail bonds. It is definitely not your normal 9-5 job.  In fact, there are really no set hours. It just depends on how dumb the scumbags I go after are sometimes. And because of that I have to keep in good shape.  I hope you don’t mind the fact that I can usually manhandle a guy that’s at least 220lbs, otherwise I wouldn’t be that good at my job. And, like my profile said, I’m working toward my degree in Criminal Justice and looking to get into the police academy. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for awhile now, and I’ve finally got to a point where I can do it.  It’s been tough trying to do everything, but I really don’t want to be in bail bonds for the rest of my life.  I’d rather have a regular paycheck and backup if I need it.  Not that I can’t take care of myself, but if you knew some of the situations I’ve gotten myself into and out of, well....

Graphic Design sounds really fun. I’ve never been that artistic.  And you’re working at a company that also includes your love of boats. That’s sounds great! I've never really worked a regular job. I waitressed a lot before I got into bail bonds. But I see that you graduated from BU where I am currently going, so there’s something else we have in common.

I don’t want to talk (write?) your ear off, so I’ll just leave it there.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Emma

“I mean, there isn’t much here, but she seems like she could be a good match for you.” Liam said from behind Killian.

“Bloody hell, Liam!” Killian roared, his heart, which had just been soaring now dropping into his stomach. He quickly shut his laptop and turned to face his scoundrel of a brother.

Liam barked out a laugh when he saw Killian’s flushed cheeks.  It was just like his little brother to fall hard for a woman so fast.

“Were you seriously just reading my personal email over my shoulder?” Killian fumed.

“Well, you stopped talking mid-sentence…” Liam began and then changed tactics, “You kind of spaced out there and you just got this twinkle in your eye and started grinning, so I got curious.  Sorry.” He paused, “Would you like to tell me about the email?”

Killian glanced at his now closed laptop, then back at his older brother who seemed to really have taken a keen interest in the situation. He sighed as he opened up the laptop again.

“Well,” he said, nervously scratching the back of his neck, “there’s this girl.”

EKEKEK

It was 9 o’clock at night and Emma was bored out of her mind. She was sitting across from her skips ex-girlfriend’s apartment hoping beyond hope that she would see him either entering or exiting the building. And it was the beginning of fall, so her yellow bug did not do much to keep out the chill that had started in the air over the past few days as summer waned. 

Normally she would text with Mary Margaret or Ruby while on a stakeout, but Mary Margaret and David were taking a very needed date night, and Ruby had a Facetime date with Dorothy, which basically meant they were having video sex.

“Candy Crush it is.” Emma said pulling out her phone.  She paused briefly to look at the lockscreen photo of Ditie when she had first brought her home.  The picture showed her looking at Emma warily while she inspected the house.  Once Emma had brought the dog bed out, Ditie had decided that this place was okay, had curled up and conked out.

She was about to open her phone when a notification popped up. It was from the Mustlovedogs website.

“Oh, god!” she thought to herself.  “Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!”

He’d written back.

Killian Jones had emailed her back.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous.  She was not a nervous person.  She wouldn’t last two seconds as a bail bonds person if she was nervous about everything.  If there was one thing Emma’s friends could count on with Emma it was that she didn’t get nervous about anything.  And here she was, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach, because of an email from a cute guy online.

A guy that she already really liked.

A guy that she thought sounded perfect for her.

For a girl with no family, a string of bad dates, and no real relationships, she thought this was a miracle. Could she really fall for someone just from a brief synopsis of themselves and their cute dog? What if he had emailed back to say he wasn’t really interested?  It had been a slip of his hand to send back that virtual kiss.

“Ugh!” she screamed, hitting her steering wheel. “You are not some damsel waiting to be saved, just open the damn email!”

She briefly checked up at the apartment building she was watching to make sure there was no movement coming from there before she swiped the email notification to read it.

Emma,

 I was so glad to see your email in my inbox today. I am supposed to be redesigning a website for my company, but I was too distracted hoping that I would hear from the beautiful Emma Swan.  I hope that comes off more dashing rapscallion rather than deplorable.  Some of that pirate charm my profile talked about.

I saw that in both your profile and your email you mentioned that you are going back to school to get your degree plus planning on going to the police academy.  I have to admit, that is a huge turn on.  A girl who knows what she wants and can take care of herself, that is definitely someone I would like to get to know better. My brother and I used to box when were in the Royal Navy (did I mention a brother in my profile? Did I mention I was once in the Navy?), but now we just occasionally spar with one another.

I have had Jolly since she was 7 months old.  I got her after a bad time in my life and she made it infinitely better. Who doesn’t like coming home to dog kisses after a bad day?

Look, I hope this isn’t too brazen, but I’d really like to have your direct email, and maybe your phone number. I don’t really like having to go through the site to contact you and I prefer talking to people in person. So here is my number and email.  I am fervently awaiting your response.

Killian

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Check this out! A bunch of the characters from the Dark Moon Falls boxed set asked if they could be featured on my blog. Since I luuuuuuuv it when characters come to life on the pages, of course I said yes, please! I hope you enjoy these interviews, because you’re going to see a fair number of them in the next few weeks…

Author: Ava K Michaels

Title of Book: Asher (part of the Dark Moon Falls Volume II boxed set)

Character Name: Asher

Is this the hero/heroine/antagonist? Hero

Q: Intro the book.

Well, I’ve been forced to call in a favor from an old friend, Jagger, after I left the military and returned to my old pack. I knew it wouldn’t be easy going back there, not with the beta and alpha being jerks, and I was right. I ended up in a fight with the beta almost right away so I had to leave. I spent a few nights in a motel, trying to figure out what to do, or where to go, before calling Jag and explaining what’d happened … he stepped right up and told me to come to Dark Moon Falls. He’s managed to get me a job in the police department there, and spoken with the alpha … I’m hoping things work out.

  Q: Tell us about yourself. Do you consider yourself your author’s muse or bane of her/his existence?

I can be a bit of a pain in the ass, to be honest. I like to be in charge, so I think, and I might be wrong, but I doubt I am, if you ask Ava, she’d say I’m a damn nuisance.

  Q: What do you think readers will like best about you? Worst?

I’ll go with worst first, get it out of the way … I hate to go be wrong, fact is. I rarely am. I’ve worked so long being a detective that I notice little things others don’t, and I put my skills together to piece shit together … it can annoy people. On the other hand, I’m loyal, and I’ll go out of my way to help fight for others. If someone’s in trouble and I’ll do whatever’s necessary. It’s in my DNA.

  Q: Let’s get serious for a few moments… Favorite beverage?

Really? You call that a serious question? Well, I guess it is … a good, cold beer at the end of the day is the best way to unwind. Especially if you’ve been out in the field with bullets flying.

  Q: Vegetarian or red meat?

You do know I’m a wolf, right? Meat of any kind is my go to food. I like to hunt, preferably while I’m in my wolf form. There’s nothing like rushing through the forest with the scent of prey in my nostrils.

  Q: Sleep in pajamas or in the nude?

Is this for your personal information? Sorry, I didn’t catch your name? Anyway, I’ll answer, and it’s always nude …

  Q: Lights on or lights out?

That’s a loaded question. Do you mean for sleeping, or for something else? I’m guessing it’s the latter … and that’s easy. Always lights on. I want to see every reaction, the smile, the gasp, the shiver as I … well I guess I should stop there. Don’t you?

  Q: In the beginning of the book, do you have a mate/spouse? If so, tell us about him/her. If not, is there someone you have your eye on? Or who has their eye on you?

I arrive in Dark Moon Falls alone, and with no plans other than settling into a new job, pack and life. It doesn’t quite work out like that though. Not after I meet Savannah … there’s something about her I can’t resist, but she’s hiding something from me and I don’t like secrets.

  Q: Favorite place to seduce your partner?

There’s so many places to have fun. As a shifter I love the forest, nature … it’s where I belong … it’s wild like I am and can be quite exciting for other things too.

  Q: What do you wish the heroine understood about you?

I wish Savannah could’ve trusted me earlier. If she had it would’ve solved so many issues … between us, and saved a whole helluva lot of trouble for so many people.

  Q: If you could rewrite one scene in the book, what would it be? How would you rewrite?

The moment I asked Savannah to trust me and tell me the truth. If she had things would’ve turned out differently. I could’ve shown her a different path, shown her that trusting me was the best way …

  Q: Has your author ever put you into an embarrassing situation? How did you handle it?

Yes, she damn well did. Forcing me to talk about my ‘feelings’. I don’t do that shit, but she made me. I felt like my mouth was full of cotton wool, my heart was beating so hard and I felt like … an idiot.

  Q: Is there anything specific in this book of which you are particularly proud?

There’s a few parts, but … me being me … a couple stand out. Asking for help in the first place. I’m not known for doing that. Also, when I first met with Elias, that was harrowing for me. I’d been used to a really shitty alpha, a guy who treated his pack with disdain and hurt them for no reason. Elias showed me he wasn’t like that. He helped his people … and it affected me deep down inside. It was quite a tense and humbling moment at the same time. Shit, did I just say that? I must be getting soft … maybe delete that.

  Q: Would you like to add anything else?

Well, thanks for taking the time to talk to me, but I’d like to thank Ava for putting up with my BS. Also, there’s so many others who are pretty damn talented in Dark Moon Falls, y’all should check them out. That’s if you want to read about me and my shifter friends … and if people preorder for a measly price of 99c, they’re giving away a ton of free gifts. I mean, you can’t get a better deal than that, can you?

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Thank you, Asher, for joining us today! Readers, if you want to read Asher’s story, like he mentioned above, it’s part of the Dark Moon Falls Vol. II boxed set, and you can pre-order it HERE!

  Meet Asher from Dark Moon Falls Check this out! A bunch of the characters from the Dark Moon Falls boxed set asked if they could be featured on my blog.