#fun fact: my girl loves spending time in forests and hiking!

[iiguess]

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 : 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 🌊

cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways.

𝐑𝐄𝐃 🌹

wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters /fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets.

𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 🌻

community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains/ drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets/ angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 🍃

marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grotto / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theatre productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 🦇

crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife/ dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theatres / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces.

��𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 ☁️

crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail /a longing finally satiated/ kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art.

TAGGED BY: @phantomuheist TAGGING: @agloryofuniicorns (Akechi), @ofhope, @memovia (Muyang), @mmxstrangers (Theta), and you!

[spellcasterlight]

I’m curious about the forest adventure romance and playing in the park wip.

Hi there @coyest! 😊

Why you shame me like this? (I kid, I kid) 😂

Warnings: None - under the cut simply for length!

Thanks for the ask! ✨

WIP Titles Game! 📓

Ao3 ✨ | WIP Game Always Open ✒️| Ko-Fi ☕

Forest Adventure Romance - [Kiba x Ino] [Shino x Tenten] [Shikamaru x Hinata]

Another just under 8K fic that's nowhere near ready for release! 😂

So! Ino gets bored doing homework (gonna set it the last year of secondary school, make them all seventeen/eighteen) and organises a Saturday hike in the forest park! 🏞

Of course different drama pops up throughout the trip! Akamaru nearly drowning and Ino jumping in to save him, Tenten fretting over Shino because he hasn't got into the habit of looking after his diabetes yet, Shino being content simply spending his birthday with his friends even if no ones remembers, Shikamaru's migraines and Hinata's photography is a plot point too!

I actually quite like the story idea and the pacing I have for it so far but alas! Only time will tell if I ever bother to finish it 😂

Here's the (unedited) first chapter!

Ino slammed her maths textbook down on her desk so she didn’t scream in frustration.

“I don’t understand any of this!”

She outright groaned and placed her cheek in her palm with a pout, staring longingly out the window.

Her father was out in the garden looking after the flowers, getting the last of the weeding done on a normal Thursday night just before the sun went down and Ino sighed; that’s where she wanted to be.

Outside; with the trees and the flowers and the fresh air and the living things.

An idea hit her.

Picking up her phone with speed she found the group chat she was looking for.

Ino: Anyone free for a Konoha Forest Park adventure on Saturday? I need out of the city! My soul needs a good forest hike!

Kiba: Now you’re talking! Me and Akamaru are in!

Ino took a second to grin at the handsome Inuzuka's instant reply.

Ino: Knew I could count on you!

Choji: Already got plans! Sorry guys! Have fun!

Tenten: Sounds fun! Count me in!

Hinata: Would it be okay if I joined you? I just got some new camera equipment and would love to try it out.

Ino laughed at the Hyuga girl's polite reply.

Ino: Of course Hinata! Everyone’s welcome!

Lee: Alas! I am working friends! Have many adventures for me instead!

Tenten: Shino! You free?

Ino grinned at Tenten’s message. If it wasn’t Shino making sure Tenten was included it was the other way around. Not that either were ever excluded but they just always seemed to watch out for each other like that. It was cute.

Sakura: We have a Biology test on Monday and I need to pass or else I’m in so much trouble! And besides I need to beat Shikamaru on this test! As a matter of pride!

Ino scoffed at Sakura’s reply; both about not going and thinking she could beat Shikamaru on a test.

Shikamaru, almost like he sensed he was mentioned, replied.

Shikamaru: You can try Pinkie, you can try.

Shino: I am free yes. I’d love to join.

Tenten: Yay Shino!

Kiba: Yes! Good boy Shino!

Ino counted in her head.

Ino: We need more than one car then! Tenten, are you on your mum’s insurance yet?

Tenten: I was just about to say! I am indeed! I think Shino, Kiba and Akamaru are closest to me! I can pick you guys up! Message me your addresses!

Kiba: Will do boss lady!

Shino: Address sent Tenten.

Tenten: Oh Kiba hahaha!

Tenten: It’ll take us about two hours to get there.

Tenten: I’ll pick you boys up at 11am!

Ino let out a low “yeaaaa” in excitement at her plan coming together nicely.

Ino: Tenten you rock! Shikamaru can pick up me and Hinata then!

Shikamaru: How did I get roped into this?

Ino rolled her eyes at her lifelong friend.

Ino: Because you can drive! And I know for a fact you’re free!

Shikamaru: Ugh fine. I’ll pick you guys up at 11am too.

Shikamaru: Hinata send me your address please.

Hinata: Yes! Of course! Thank you Shikamaru!

Ino: I’m so excited guys! I can’t wait!

Plan confirmed; Ino set her phone down with a single nod and a grin, her grin disappeared however when she remembered her maths homework she had all out abandoned.

So when her phone went off again she grabbed it happily, it was a private message from Kiba.

She opened it to see a, rather cute, picture of Kiba sticking his tongue out holding his adorable dog Akamaru.

Kiba: Akamaru can’t wait to see you on Saturday.

Ino let out a girlie happy sound as she scrunched up her eyes and grinned.

She quickly opened her own camera, snapped a picture of herself doing the peace sign and grinning; she sent the picture back before sending.

Ino: Tell Akamaru I can’t wait to see him either <3

Playing In The Park - [Shikamaru x Hinata] [Shino x Tenten]

Shikamaru, Shino, Tenten and Hinata are on a mission at a local amusement Park and as a thank you the owner gives them free tickets for the next day. After some convincing from the girls the boys give in and the story is about their hijinks at the park!

Water rides, fried food, Tenten scaring Shino with giant roller-coasters, Shikamaru attending to sick deer in the petting zoo, all four of them watching the fireworks at the end of the day! 🎇

This one has far less done to it, I'm far more likely to finish the other one first because I have more of the story fleshed out but I still like this wee idea 💡

Here's the rough notes first chapter!

I cannot thank you enough; if we didn't get rid of that pickpocketing ring we would have had to close for sure!

It was our pleasure Sir. Shino assured the manager of the park for the sixth time in the last hour. We will be heading out; first thing.

The manager looked confused. You will?

Now it was the Nara who looked confused. Is there other business in relation to this mission you need us to do?

We thought, hoped, that you would stay tomorrow and enjoy the park free of charge on us!

The man then took four plastic wrist bands out of his pocket.

Shino and Shikamaru exchanged a look silently agreeing they would rather stick senbon in their eyes for fun.

We wanted to express our gratitude so we wanted to give you four free day tickets to the entire park for tomorrow.

The Nara heard the girls behind him let out excited gasps.

Shikamaru began to shake his head. We are very sorry but we-

Yes!

Oh ye-yes please!

Tenten and Hinata were at the managers sides the next second.

We would lo-love to! Hinata spoke up. Does-does it include the petting zoo?

Of course! The manager assured happily handing the Hyuga the four purple wrist bands.

And all the roller-coasters? Tenten asked from the mans other side looking excited herself.

Every one! Including the Death Fall!

Tenten looked ecstatic

Well I will make sure to let the staff know and thank you once again!

The two girls waved the man down the hall before closing the door. Tenten started jumping up and down while Hinata excitedly swayed on the spot.

I'm going to go on the Death Fall until I throw up!

I can't wait to pet all those cute little baby animals.

Hinata grabbed Tenten's hands as they both continued to look ridiculously happy.

Can we watch the night time light s-show? And the closing fireworks? They always looked so pr-pretty!

Of course we can! Tenten beamed before gasping Can we get one of those giant jumbo candy floss things to eat while we watch?

Hinata beamed then. Ye-yes!

No.

Both girls turned to their mission leader.

The mission is over; we are going home.

Both girls jaws dropped. What?!

They were both suddenly in his personal space.

Oh come on Shika! Tenten yelled looking upset. When are we ever going to be back here? When do we get to do anything fun?! And for free too! Hinata held up the wristbands in proof of how free it was. Don't be such a bore!

P-please Shika? We-we really want to. Hinata then openly pouted.

Stop that. Stop pouting. I don't know if you learned it from Mirai or she learned it from you but I can't say no to it.

Then don't say no! Come with us!

It-it'll be so much fun Shika.

When Shikamaru didn't reply Tenten rounded on the other boy. Shino!

What; do you want me to do? He asked, almost sounding confused why he was addressed at all.

Tell him it'll be fun.

It won't be as fun unless it's the four of us!

Ugh what a drag fine fine. Shikamaru sighed deeply. But if we get in trouble with the Hokage this is falling squarely on your heads.

Tenten snorted loudly. Like Kakashi Sensei is going to care, he'll only be jealous he didn't get to come!

What a drag; today is going to be a long day.

Yes; I believe you maybe right.

Hurry up you two! If we're one of the first hundred to enter the park we get a free hat that looks like a ducks head!

Shikamaru sighed.

[ghoulciifer]

submission:

@sanemisthiccbih: “HI BABYYYY, ILYSMMM!! Congratulations on 100!!!🍾 I would like a matchup please for BNHA please! Ok soooo, I’m 5’2, kinda chubby (thicc thigh gang) , tanned, have glasses and a very round face! Also bangs and brown hair .3. Unfortunately, i have a mom/soft girl aesthetic even though i want to have e-girl aesthetic low-key. I like to draw, play t-bone, pamper my dog and bake. I blame my chunkyness on the fact that I LOVE to try new/exotic foods (even though I CANNOT cook). I LOVE trying new/weird foods. I also like being adventurous like going on hikes, checking out whats in my forest, and roller coasters (or any thrill rides, I will live at a theme park or fair tbh). Honestly let me live at the fair and I’d be happy. Um... im always told im too kind to everyone I meet. I just want someone kind (towards me at least) tbh (for this matchup a guy please!). I want that come up from behind and hug you then do that awkward big man waddle love ya know?”

notes: ali, the light of my life, i really appreciate you and your never ending support 🥺 it means the world to me, and i hope you like your matchup! i was nervous af writing this but i really think you and tama would suit each other! thank you for entering, sweet cheeks ❥ drabble under the cut because it is NSFW!

why i matched you:

» you’re sweetheart personality and your caring nature are really what attracts tamaki to you the most, aside from the fact that you’re as cute as a button. as shy and timid as he is, tamaki amajiki is naturally drawn toward those who present themselves with a bubbly, loveable aura and that’s you! he can tell there’s not an ounce of fake energy coming from you, so when he determines that you are genuinely kind and interested in building a relationship with him? you’ve got him melting in the palm of your hand.

» due to his quirk, tamaki is constantly experimenting with different recipes to incorporate his most important food groups into his meals. and who better to share those exotic dishes than with you! your love of trying new things and breaking new recipes down really help ease his nerves when it comes to cooking, because let’s be honest, cooking isn’t as easy as those youtube channels make it out to be. you’re a great seus chef and he’s always having fun chopping, baking, or grilling his love into every meal he makes with you. plus, food fights? that’s the only fight he wants to have with you!

» tamaki loves how creative and adventurous you are, you’re exactly the kind of influence he needs in his life to push him out of his comfort zone every once in a while. sometimes all he needs is that extra little push to make him do something he usually ends up enjoying. however, he respects your ability to determine when he’s at his limit with new experiences, and showers you with hugs n’ kisses when you assure him he’s doing a-okay and you’re proud of him. the affection isn’t one sided, though! he loves praises you through blushing babbles of how strong and beautiful you are, and only wants you to feel the way you make him feel at all times. and boy, is he doing a great job.

» consequentially, tamaki never fails to be at your side when you’re feeling at your lowest. he hates seeing someone so worthy of happiness feel like they deserve anything but, so what does he do? he ignores his naturally timid defenses and comforting you quickly becomes second nature to him. he’ll cup your lil’ cheeks and kiss your tears away, taking all the insecurities seeping from your soul with every sweet word that comes from his lips. he knows times like these sometimes call for a night in, cuddled together under a huge pile of blankets and stuffed animals he’s gotten you over the years, a gentle reminder of how beautiful he thinks you are whispered between kisses. what a sweetheart!

» tamaki’s friends are incredibly surprised with how calm and collected he is around you, sometimes. sure, it’s easy to make him flustered sometimes, but you really ground him and remind him there’s no need to be anxious 24/7! baby boy just needs validation, and that’s constantly reciprocated between the two of you, so there’s never a doubt in his mind that he can’t be himself around you.

» of course, tamaki’s going to be a flushed mess when it comes to affection, but nothing makes him feel more loved than when your arms are wrapped around him from behind and you waddle your way to wherever it is you’re taking him. his favorite things to do are intertwining his fingers with yours, a thumb rubbing your knuckles softly, resting his head on your shoulder and peppery little butterfly kisses here and there, or even pulling a page from your book and wrapping his arms around you from behind with his chin buried in your hair. almost always leads to the both of you blushing furiously but, it’s worth it.

drabble:

Lavender. Salt. Sex. These scents are what permeate the thin air of your shared bedroom with Tamaki, each one as intoxicating as the last as they invade your every sense. Slick sweat mixed with one another’s spending, short, panting breaths, your glistening chest rising and falling with each gasp and moan that slips past your parted lips; Tamaki loves watching this scene unfold from his position between your legs. Your boyfriend’s face is currently buried in your gushing cunt with a gentle yet firm grasp on your hips to keep you still, relishing in the way your hips buck into his mouth with every swipe of his tongue over your abused clit. 

You would think that as soft and gentle Tamaki is outside of the bedroom, he would be equally as fragile with you in between the sheets… but oh, what a misconception that was. If anything he was almost too generous. 

“Tama-... baby, p-please, I can’t…” you whine through labored breaths, head thrown back into the mattress as your hands tangle themselves within his messy indigo locks. You felt so incredibly overstimulated, and your poor shaking legs would surely threaten to crush his head if it weren't for the way his large hands kept them pinned in the perfect position for him to devour you whole. Your soft pleas were barely above a whisper but you could tell they reached his pointed ears with the way his lips shifted into a smile against your glistening folds.

“Y/N, please, just let me give you one more? I want to make you feel good, bunny, you deserve it.” He presses a chaste kiss to the innermost part of your thigh, tongue slipping out to lap up what wetness was left there from his previous ministrations, “You’re so beautiful like this… I love you so much.” He says this with the most awestruck look in his azure irises, his smile looking almost too innocent had it not been for your cum making his chin shine beneath the lowlight of your bedroom, his cheek pressed into your leg as he pleads to you with looks alone. 

Your own eyes instantly soften and you feel that familiar tug of your heartstrings, getting so lost in how sweet he looked in moments like this. How could you ever resist him when he adores you oh, so much? 

You reach forward to brush your thumb against his cheekbone, trailing the digit downward to tug at his bottom lip. You then give him a silent “I love you, too” before laying back down against the sheets. His smile instantly grows. 

And of course, it isn’t long before he’s got you writhing in pleasure, seeing stars, and chanting his name like it’s the only word you know.

deadline for matchups is (08/29/20)! be sure to submit your entry before this date and check the tag #tumplaysmatchmaker to stay updated!

[dreamboatisland]

walk with me | h.s.

Summary: feeling the need to prove your relationship to your coworkers wasn’t something that once concerned you. until their comments push you to join them on a hiking trip.

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: 3482

Warnings: bullying is somewhat present, none other than that I believe

A/N: So recently I decided to sign up for the Summer Reading Challenge hosted by the wonderful @helladirections with the prompt of hiking! As sort of my introduction into the Harry Styles writing world. In case this one doesn’t suit your fancy, definitely go ahead and check out some of the other authors and their works linked above! And if you would like to proceed, I would just like to say this is not where I intended to go with this prompt and that cracks me up. Sorry if it’s cringe. I can’t say it’s my first time writing, but it is for Mr. Harry Styles.

It wasn’t unusual for you to sleep in on days that you had off. In fact it was more than normal for Harry to come home and find you still sleeping tangled between the sheets just like he left you in the morning. But when you hear the door creak open and his footsteps in the room, you wake up immediately as you don’t want to waste any free time that the two of you had. With him always being in the studio nowadays, you took any chance you could to spend time with him.

Which usually consisted of cooking dinner together or watching a movie neither of you had heard about. These were the moments you treasured. The ones where he would dust flour over your nose in order to see your cheeky smile. Where you would cuddle up close to him under the blanket while you were both sprawled on the couch watching the latest episode of a tv drama.

The domesticity between the two of you was something you both treasured as it was a feeling of peace and comfort you experienced together. Usually it’s experienced when meeting each other's gazes. Knowing that you had to keep a level of friendship with the lovers portion in order to truly move forward in your relationship. And it truly did work as you were able to find a balance of seriousness, love, and enjoyment.

There were many people who questioned how your relationship worked. It wasn’t always the fans on Harry's side, but truthfully it came from those close to you. Close to you in the way that you spent a lot of time with them in your line of work. Always seeming to have an opinion on the way you both spent your time together and trying to fill your mind with doubts. Doubts that quickly went away if they were to appear as you knew how your relationship worked. But they didn’t understand.

Truthfully you didn’t understand what all the constant badgering on their part was for. To you it almost seemed as if they had nothing better to do then to pick apart your life, specifically your love life.

Even with all the constant telling and stories you gave of how you made it work and that you both treasured and cared for each other, it didn’t seem to convince them. Usually, that would have been the point where you moved on. But you couldn’t stand having people you worked closely with constantly ask and tell you how your relationship is when they had no part in it.

One of the many things they’ve done since you’ve announced you were dating the world renowned pop/rock star, is to invite you two to join them on their weekly hangout adventures. While you weren’t close to them and only kept up appearances to not be rude, they actually seemed like they got along well. Apparently more than well if they were willing to spend time together on their only day off.

After constant asking on their part, you decided to ask Harry if he would be willing to attend this week. You figured it was a way to show them how your relationship worked and that all they told you wouldn’t matter. You also wanted to see if they would say any of the things they told you to your face to his.

“So love what do you want to do this week-end? You’re finally getting a two day break, so I decided to take them off as well to be with you.” His arms slipping around your waist and pulling you close to him. Looks like he asked before you got the chance.

“Well actually now that you mention it.” You can’t help, but drag on not knowing if he’ll be open to the idea of going hiking with some of your coworkers.

Sure it seemed like an excellent idea for you two to have as a date, something you haven’t done in a while, but with your coworkers? It didn’t seem all the pleasant even to you.

“Hiking as in the forest or…” He trails off not knowing if there even was a hiking trail near your city.

“Yeah they said they know this pretty hiking spot about an hour from here. I don’t want to pressure you Harry, but please think about it? It’ll only be this one time so they can get off my back about never bringing you around them. They think you’re embarrassed of me.” You accidentally whisper out the last part not intending him to hear.

With wide eyes you look up at him and he looks disheartened. Knowing that people you have to work closely with in order to do your job think he could be embarrassed of you, hurts his heart. You, his golden gem that he only wishes he could ever bestow the same amount of love you gave him. His beautiful sunflower that has always managed to bring a sort of happiness to him at any time of day. It was undoubtedly obvious that he practically worshipped you.

He’s heard countless stories of what your coworkers say to you. And while you may not understand the hidden meanings that their words hold, he does. But he doesn’t ever mention it as he knows it will only hurt and anger you more than they already do. Instead he subtly tries to tell you that you should ask your director for a change in coworkers. He knows how much you actually love your job though so he could never ask or tell you to quit and find a new one.

Maybe accompanying them will let them know you two are as serious as can be. And that you are the light of his life that they won’t be able to dim or take away.

When he lifts your chin for your gaze to meet his, he can feel the guilt radiating from you. Knowing you didn’t want to guilt trip him into this makes him feel more confident as you truly didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You truly did love him with your whole heart. No matter how much you wanted to go so that hopefully the comments would stop, you would never want to put him in a position where he wasn’t happy or comfortable.

As soon as word hit your office, specifically those going on the hike this weekend, they couldn’t believe it. Mostly because ever since you entered this office and were hired for the current job you have, you were perceived as naive, standoffish, and unapproachable to your comrades. However, the one thing that irked them and why they resented you and made all those comments to you was because you had everything going for you.

You were hired soon after obtaining your degree in a position they weren’t able to acquire for years. Everybody always praised you in the work that all of the team managed to put in. And to top it all off for them, you managed to capture the heart of the sweetest man alive.

In your eyes, you worked as hard as you had to, even sacrificing friend or family time to focus on your career, always commended and put the focus on your teammates when working on a project, and managed to get lucky enough to meet Harry in the middle of a diner on one of the late nights working where they all sent you to pick up dinner.

You could never see how much they resented you and they would never understand how long you had to suffer for before the good started to come your way.

Eventually the day came where you and Harry climbed into your car and headed to the location your coworker, Laura, messaged you.

Blasting as many songs as you could on different radio stations was a great way to spend the drive with Harry. With his angelic voice seeming to soothe you even with the screeching coming from the radio artist.

But you couldn’t help but think as to why this was such an important thing for you. To be fairly honest you’re not quite sure as to why going on this trip was a priority for you. Even with all the comments they made about your relationship, you didn’t normally let it bother you. Being the girlfriend of Harry Styles was already an immediate case for backlash, but you took it harder when it came from the people you work with. Which made some sense as they are tied closely to your life, but usually you didn't care.

Not wanting to dive too much into it and instead focusing on the fact that you and Harry will be able to spend some time together in the forest, even with some not so desired people, you couldn’t help but get excited.

This was something you’ve always wanted to do. The climb didn’t sound all that much fun, but you wanted to see if you could push yourself. And from what you’ve heard the view was absolutely stunning.

When you both arrived at the parking area, you noticed they had already arrived and were gathering their packs for the hike.

Once they noticed you both exit the car they all walked over to you upon locking their car doors.

“Hey Y/N, Harry. Hope the drive was alright. Excited?” Harry notices the slight distaste on the girl's face when she faces you to speak. But it’s not something you either seem to notice or aren’t bothered about, which irks him deep inside. They shouldn’t be treating you like this.

“Yeah we had a blast singing along to the radio. I’m excited, but a little worried. I didn’t really know what to pack.” You’re reaching into the backseat to pull out the small backpack you managed to gather supplies in right before the trip here.

“Oh Y/N I’m sure you packed well enough. Shall we get going?” The guy with the sunglasses seems to only be looking at him and never faces you, Harry notices.

But you just nod and grasp his hand in yours. Pretty soon you’re all walking along the path many others have trailed along that foliage no longer grows.

The others seem to have agreed upon asking Harry seemingly normal questions. Mainly about what his work schedule is like. Does he enjoy what he does and all the spotlight that comes with it. The questions seem pretty normal and you all seem to actually be getting along which calms you down as you were worried they wouldn’t like him.

However that should have been the least of your worries. In fact, after working with then for years you should have known that it was the opposite.

It wasn’t until halfway through the hike when you all stopped for a break that they broke the peace and calmness.

You were all resting against some fallen trees for a few minutes before you had to go down one path on a fork in the road.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Laura sneak up next to Harry and stand up tall to reach his ear in order to whisper something to him. You can see him tense when she goes back down and smirks at him, but continues to speak lowly to him.

You stuff everything back into the bag from your place on the floor where you were looking for a bottle of sunscreen you thought you had packed. When you get back on your feet you can feel the heat of everyone’s stares shift between where you stand and where Harry stands with Laura.

“How dare you! You all can go to bloody hell!” You can hear his voice echo throughout the densely packed trees. You’ve never heard Harry curse is all you can think about as he suddenly grabs onto your wrist and pulls you towards the path on the left, the furthest away from them.

“I hope you all know you are all heartless human beings who do not deserve my sweet Y/N. I should make a call to your company to let them know how you’ve been harassing their most hardworking employee. And yes, hardworking employee as we all know you’re all busy being too jealous doing any actual work.”

As he walks away from them you can’t help but turn back and see them all look surprised with a hint of remorse it appears? You shyly look up to Harry and see how he is fuming. And think it’s better to let him calm down. Nothing better than taking an angry stroll through the woods to calm someone down.

You continue walking right next to him trying to keep up with the pace he’s set. But with you being a bit shorter than his tall frame it’s hard to keep up the pace. Especially when the pace he set seems to be increasing the more he realizes they could be right behind the both of you.

His hand still on your wrist seems to clench tighter and you find yourself almost tripping over a dip in the trail.

It’s not until you tug harshly on his sleeve that he pulls back and recognizes what he did.

“Oh crap I’m sorry love. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pull you.” He lowers his head in shame and you know he doesn’t feel angry anymore, but instead awful at having hurt you.

“It’s alright baby. It’s alright. I get you didn’t mean to.” Rubbing his cheek with your fingers seems to calm him down as he leans into your palm.

“Do you wanna continue our climb? We’re already here. We might as well see what this view is that everybody is talking about.” You know he’ll talk when he’s ready about what happened, but until he does you want to let him know you’re not angry at him despise what may have happened when you were still with the rest of the group.

He softly smiles at you and intertwines your fingers to walk alongside you.

The walk seems peaceful until the actual hike part seems to appear once again and you have to walk upwards. You can’t help but sigh. The one good thought coming to your mind is that since you’re no longer with the others you can take your time and not feel like you’re going to pass out from pushing yourself in order to not get left behind. Harry seems to have a natural endurance for this sort of thing and is the motivational voice you need and end up hearing. Pushing you to take your time but to keep going and not give up.

Originally you wanted to keep going to give him something else to think about, but you were actually thinking about going back down. But with Harry’s words of support you want to keep going. Want to see what’s at the top of this mountain climb. He seems to distract you by the height of which you’re climbing by talking about his upcoming musical pieces. By which one is inspired by you.

It was meant to be a surprise but what a better time to tell you how you were his muse then when you were grabbing on tightly to his hand and sweater sleeve in order to not slip on the rocks below your feet.

You can’t help but feel honored at the fact that Harry had written a song about you. All he ever showed you was kindness, joy, and love and you hoped that one day you would be able to show him just how much he mattered to you. Whether that be by taking his last name, having a family with him, or just spending the rest of your life with him, you couldn’t wait to create more memories with him.

When you both reach the top of the hill, you can’t help but feel drained. And when you notice that it keeps going up, although more slowly, you want to turn back around yet again.

“They asked me why I decided to be with you. And said some awful things about you. Well at least until I walked away with you. Y/N I know they’re your coworkers but why do you put up with them? I’ve told you that you could probably get put in a different department, but still keep the same position.” You can tell this is tearing him up inside. And it really is, he doesn’t understand how you have such a strong group of dislikers that they get joy over seeing you get hurt. And yes he does understand that some of it may come with dating him, but these are people you work with. You even have superiority over them. Heck his haters seem to be kinder to you, knowing that behind it all you were still a human being.

He didn’t understand how one person could hold that much hate over someone who’s never treated them with an ounce of disrespect. Much less a whole group of them. The opinion that you’ve had everything in life handed to you was something they held on strongly to. And at the end of day he couldn’t do anything about it, but he could still protect you from that environment. It was also their loss is how he viewed it. They would never get to experience the true bliss he gets when you laugh at one of his lame jokes. Or the kindness you bestowed upon him when you brought him dinner after staying too long in the studio.

“Come on love let’s keep walking, well until we reach the hiking part.”

You hold onto each other as you continue walking forward and up the rest of the hike while he continues to offer his opinion on what you should do. And you know you should listen to him. That’s what you intend to do.

You honestly can’t believe it took you this long to grow a backbone to demand respect in your office group. With Harry’s help you decided you would be going to talk to your supervisor about it. Although you still didn’t know if you wanted to be moved or if you wanted to quit working there altogether. Harry was correct that you loved your job, but maybe it was time for a change.

Knowing the possibilities of what might happen when the week started was almost as exciting as coming over the bend with Harry. Seeing the top of the mountain finally flatten out was a great pleasure knowing you no longer had to walk up.

It really didn’t hit you that you made it to the top until you looked out past the peak and saw all the greenery below you. Towards the horizon you can barely make out a hint of your city. But that’s overshadowed by the beauty that’s right in front of you. The breeze that blows through your face and hair feels refreshing after working up a sweat.

You look back and find Harry grinning at you. Not being able to suppress it, you find yourself running back in his direction only for him to catch you in his arms. You can feel him spin you both around and you can’t help the laugh that comes from you. Feeling a surge of happiness you look down to meet his eyes as he slowly lowers you to the ground.

Knowing you couldn’t have done this without him, both deciding to finally do something about your job and the hike, you press your lips against his as a sort of thank you. Hoping he’ll understand. And he seems to when he moves his lips against yours, quickly finding a rhythm.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, so much.” You whisper to him when you separate and rest your forehead against his. The breeze blowing harshly against you causing you to shiver.

“It’s a lot colder up here huh?” He lets out a chuckle as he shrugs off his sweater and places it over your head and onto you.

“There you go all nice and cozy.” He quickly presses another kiss onto your lips until he’s spinning you around.

Hugging you from behind, you grip him closer. He can’t help but admire the way you hold his arms tight to your body. How nicely you tuck under his chin. Trying to be discreet, he presses a kiss onto your temple and you unconsciously lean into him. He can’t help but let out a sigh at how beautiful you truly are.

“My precious Y/N.” You can feel his mumble of words against your head. Softly, he begins humming into your hair as you both admire the view laid out before you.

[the-ghost-king]

Me 0.1 seconds after reading your post about Will being Mothman simp: omg solangelo west virginia interstate dates 🖤 💛

Hey, it’s me again, the napping Nico person. Idk if you’re planning on writing 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 a story but if you did so, I’d love to read it, just wanted to tell you that. Hope you have a great day :)

@napping-nico I hope you have a great day as well! ;)

My apologies for the wait, as always I’ll reblog with the link to the Ao3 version!

Nico and Will go camping, something about tents and stars, Nico talks about military school and how camping was their idea of fun, in the morning they go along the river front and visit the mothman statue and maybe go on the river boat... Theme is it should be written like Ari + Dante staying in the desert overnight in the truck

Nature was something Nico loved, something he respected.

Growing up as a child hunting excursions had been a commonality in his home, they didn’t really need to go hunting; if they wanted fresh game there would have been a hundred men at their door asking for the chance to shoot for the di Angelo’s. 

His Nonno had always liked it, to Nonno hunting had never been about hunting and it had never been about the camping that came with the trips either. Hunting, as Nico had known it as a child, had always been about politics; the excursions a place, a way, and an excuse to make deals.

In Military academies, camping trips were their idea of a good fun time. 

A couple hundred boys and girls hiking out into the middle of Nowhere Forest loaded up with camping gear and taught how to cook food over open flame, and how to assemble tents in just a minute or two. The humdrum of set up, sleep, and take down with interjections and complaints sporadic throughout.

Nico had never minded camping, he found it some sort of calm. He liked the quiet, divine sort of life that nature provided. Nico had stood in front of gods and never felt power quite like that of a large old forest.

(Gods were bright and burning in their divinity, the air around them crackled and your throat was always tight and dry... Forests weren’t like that).

There was something about sleeping on the ground among all the living things, some sort of serene quality to it. He’d lay there among the sounds of his grandfathers disgruntled tossing and turning, and the annoyed complaints of other boys longing for their real beds, and Nico would breathe in the cold air of the natural world and feel something akin to home. 

His chest would expand and he’d feel some kind of emotion in his sternum, like the plants and branches themselves were growing forth from his lungs with each chilling breath in, and they were expanding in the depths of his lungs and heart in a silent agreement of mutual affection and love. 

To say the least Nico had always slept his absolute best outside.

Will on the other hand was a country boy at heart, he’d grown up in the middle of I Live 500+ Miles From Civilization Texas and backyards became camp grounds every spring and summer. 

For Nico camping had always been treated like a fun little activity and Nico had taken it upon himself to find the divinity in each excursion. As for Will, camping was just something you did sometimes. He didn’t have some complex connection to the act of setting up a tent and sleeping inside of it, the closest Will came to anything intensely memorable about camping was bonfires.. But his family was large and they all lived near one another, bonfires were a nightly thing not necessarily a camping thing within his family. 

To say the least, when Will asked him if he’d like to go camping in the middle of Fuck-All West Virginia Nico was absolutely in agreement. Sure he was a little confused as to why exactly they had to go all the way to West Virginia when they already lived in the middle of nowhere Texas, but he was sure there was a decent reason, as a demigod you learned to go with the flow sometimes.

What Nico hadn’t expected was that they would be heading to a quaint little West Virginian campground because his fiancé was a slut for Mothman.  

Nico looked over to Will as he climbed out of the drivers seat of the truck, “Cyrtids aren’t going to fuck you if you manage to find them.”

Will looks at him from outside the car, “I’d be just as happy to let them kill me slowly.”

“That’s my job!” Nico glares at him for a second and sees Will smiling at him happily.

“Well then, you’ll have to protect me won’t you, darlin’?”

“Hmph,” Nico climbed out of the passenger seat and walked around to the bed of the truck to help Will unload the truck and set up camp for later that evening.

They pulled out all their equipment so they could set up their trunk tent; listen, sleeping on the ground in a tent was one thing, sleeping in the open air of the truck bed was another, but figuring out you could combine both of them? Nico had been in heaven. 

They spend the time they work bickering, back and forth with light quips about the things each other had packed and how they packed them. They both had self-satisfied smirks on their faces the whole time, and they unapologetically threw pillows at one another while they were supposed to be readying their bed. 

Some older lady had walked by at some point and with a gasp of shock she’d looked at both of them sadly, “What are your names? I want to pray for you.”

Nico, ever the expert with old people and children looked to her kindly, “Forgive me, why are you interested in praying for us?”

The woman goes on a long spiel about how young relationships are hard work, she starts talking about how from the sound of all their fighting they sure needed a lot of work if they were ever going to love each other properly. She tells them about how she wants to pray for them so that they won’t fight anymore and they’ll be happy. 

When she finishes Nico is trying his hardest not to laugh so Will handles her, “Thank you ma’am, but I assure you we’re just happy to entertain the public.”

The lady has the most offended look on her face when Will tells her that, she picks up her woven bag from the ground and storms off to the sound of Nico’s poorly contained laughter. 

They finish setting up the inside of their tent and locking their food and valuables up in the truck all while still cracking jokes and making quips, “I just want to pray for you and your relationship” Nico says with a mock praying gesture towards Will.

The blonde laughs back at him, “at least she didn’t assume we were brothers.”

Will locks the truck to the sound of his own quiet laugh Nico’s annoyed groan that borderlines on disgust.

"You'll pay for that comment!"

"Promise?"

They end up on the Riverwalk around dinner time, they took a break from normal camping adventures like public bathrooms and trying to start a fire so they could instead go look at a statue of Will's oldest crytid-crush.

Somehow the thing was taller than 6"2 Will, almost doubling him in height with its polished glory. It had dark red ruby eyes on either side of its face, and the coloration of the creature had been handled by carving and removing parts of it until it resembled some sort of 6 packed moth.

Nico didn't really see the appeal, but Will found sharp teeth "simp worthy" so Nico supposed if he was happy that was enough.

He seemed in awe of the beast, staring up at it in wonder and awe- maybe a bit aroused too... This was Will after all, the dude was obsessed with that one demon character from the Blue Butler show? Black Butler?

Maybe Austin was right, maybe Will really did have a type.

Will gets bored after a while, and fifty or so pictures later, they decide to head back to the truck, Will blabbering the whole walk back about star gazing and maybe seeing the real Mothman fly by overhead while they do so.

They head back to the truck where there's food to be cooked over the fire, and they eat in their little bed-of-the-trunk-tent that amazes Nico everytime he sees it. The modern world has some crazy inventions sometimes, Nico spent a solid week on their living room floor obsessed with Will's Xbox and how it worked.

The tent was a light orange color with cream accents on it, inside it was gray, and they'd laid a spread of multicolored blankets and pillows out to sleep on. The top part of it opened with a little screened window piece, and up above them there were stars in the sky.

Nico crawled in to lay on his back so he could look out their little unzipped window, and he could hear Will doing something outside before he climbed in behind Nico.

"Alright?"

"Hmph."

"Good."

They lay in silence for a few minutes, both of them just lost in the sight of the stars and thoughts of the person breathing next to them. Will turns over first, just to look at Nico, so Nico gives him a taste of his own medicine and does the same.

Nico decides then to take a pillow and hit Will's shoulder with it, "Sap."

He's not angry, it's not an accusation, it's just a fact; Will's a romantic and especially so for Nico.

"Maybe so," He's smiling at Nico, "I got you something if you'd like to see it?"

"Oh?" Nico fakes coy in response and earns an exasperated look from Will.

"Here."

He hands him something small, places the little trinket in Nico's hands. Nico opens his hands to see little earrings of a dark moth with red eyes, they're silver on the backs and Mothman is painted on the front of them. This version is much cuter than the statue version.

"Thank you," Nico places a kiss to Will's lips.

"I know you don't really like Mothman as much as me," there's a slight pause where they both chuckle, "but I don't know, I thought maybe you would like them because they would remind you of this? I don't know, I sorry, it's just-"

Nico pets a hand through Will's hair, "I love you, and I love them, don't apologize for buying me things."

Will gets a little stressed sometimes to say the least, he had managed to get off his anxiety meds back when they were still at camp, but he sometimes still found himself in spirals. Nico didn't entirely understand anxiety, but he did know what it felt like to feel constantly inadequate, and he knew what depression felt like, and he'd like to think he can help a little.

It took both of them some time together to realize that they couldn't love each other's problems away. Even though they both had been told it didn't work like that, they were hopeful and in love and thought that maybe they could create something different. Eventually they both did come to realize that they just had to hold the other persons hand, and sometimes one of them stepped up when the other couldn't keep up the pace, but it was better that way.

You can't love someone through anything, love isn't a cure, but you can hold their hand through it and remind them that you love them.

Nico pulls Will closer, lets him lay his head on his shoulder, and they stare up into the night sky together. Nico whispers into his ear his own thanks for the gift, and let's his words change into sweet nothings. Talking about how much he loved Will, and when they head back down South how his Mom would be home from her latest tour, and he listens closely when Will tells him about some Mothman documentary that he watched.

And Nico falls asleep some point shortly after Will, he can fill his lovers heartbeat if he reaches out for him, he can feel his life force strong and present. Nico can feel the life ebbing out of the field that surrounds them, he can feel the life that makes the trees grow.

Nico falls asleep, warm, comfortable, and basking in the life around him.

Everything will be just fine.

[barbers-glimmerin-darlin]

E sweetheart, a huge congratulations on the milestone! ❤️It's well deserved and I am so lucky our paths crossed here.

If you are still accepting these, may I please ask for a ship? So recently I've gotten into hiking and I try to go weekly to explore forests and lakeside areas. My love language is food, both cooking and baking, and I'm always happy to have people around to make food. I live to eat, not eat to live.

I'm a sucker for bad humor, dad jokes, and sarcastic ones especially. (as you all can probably tell) I love reading. I think I have several books I'm trying to work my way through on top of reading here and listening to podcasts or audiobooks. Books are life.

I'm also a bit of a history nerd. Well, a nerd in general, but I'm always up for historical tidbits or documentaries or new discoveries.

Thank you for considering this and I'm sending you all my love ❤️

Ahhhhh hey sweetie! I love seeing you pop up, makes me all happy! It would be my honour to let you know who I ship you with!

There were actually a few strong contenders that came to mind while I was reading all about you and your lovely personality, but I eventually managed to come to a decision.

I ship you with...

Flip Zimmerman

Firstly, I think going on nice scenic hikes with you would be Flip's ideal way to spend his time off work. He'd love seeing how excited you got at hearing about a new trail to try, and taking in those views with you by his side is pretty much his idea of paradise!

You like to bake? Well that's just perfect because Flip loves to taste all the new things you think of, and he has his long-time favourites too. He loves bragging about you to the boys at the station, and they always used to make fun of him for it. But one day he takes in a box of freshly made treats with him for them to try, and from then on everyone at the station is a huge fan of Flip's girl and the way she bakes like an angel.

Flip has that dry humour that you love, and his wit is as sharp as a knife. Between the two of you the little quips and jokes rarely stop being tossed back and forth. But he also loves when you take the time to tell him about the new book you're reading, or when you tell him the new obscure fact you learned about a period of time he's never even heard of! (In fact, he spends time looking for random facts of his own because he loves the way your eyes light up when he tells you one you don't know)

OKAY WRITING THIS MADE ME ACTUALLY SOFT FOR YOU AND FLIP PLEASE GO AND MARRY HIM IMMEDIATELY 😩🥺

Lots of love to you, cutie pie 💖

[bethagain]

Re-sharing some of my fics under the new Mandalorian genfic tag. Calling all other genfic writers to come share yours, too, under “#noromo mando.” We can love our reader inserts and OC romances and slash fics, but let’s show some love for non-shippy stuff too!

Probably all of my followers who wanted to read this one have done so, but here it is one more time, in case it makes someone else smile: The post-Chapter 16 Christmas Special. It's Life Day at Luke's Jedi school, and Din Djarin's come to spend the holiday with Grogu. Featuring laughter, cookies, family. Plus Luke and Din having a pretend lightsaber battle with cardboard wrapping paper tubes.

Can You Beat My Uncle in a Fight? (read it on AO3)

He still has to work. That makes his schedule unpredictable. 

Sometimes the work is for the New Republic. He’s not sure how he feels about that, yet. The rules haven’t changed: find them, bring them in. Alive if possible. Otherwise not. Din looks at the row of carbonite slabs in his new ship’s hold and thinks, Miggs Mayfeld. He kind of had a point.

The new ship isn’t bad. It’s good, actually. It’s got sleeping quarters that were built for sleeping. Amazing to wake up each morning without every muscle aching. Years back, he’d chalked that up to getting older. Accepted it as normal. 

He’d accepted a lot of things as normal. 

The ship’s on course now for Miriyan, where the jetii’s school sits in a clearing, surrounded by tall trees. He’s a day late, but it can’t be helped. Job ran long. He’d rather have let the quarry live, but sometimes things don’t go the way you want them to. 

The school is a nice place. Peaceful, if you don’t count kids sparring with pretend lightsabers in the open courtyard. That part makes it feel homey though, if you’re a Mandalorian. In fact, he’s been meaning to talk to Luke about that. Those kids could be much further along. Maybe he should offer to help.

He finds himself shaking his head, thinking about it. A jetii sorcerer trusting a Mandalorian? And vice versa? Ancient enemies, the Armorer said. But it turned out, when he brought it up, Luke barely knew anything about it either. 

“Yeah,” he said, “apparently that was a thing. Do you mind?”

And Din said, “No.” And that was that. 

In fact, the main reason he takes these New Republic jobs is because Luke recommends him. The young jetii’s heart seems to be in the right place, even if the work is sometimes iffy. Din can’t exactly explain why he trusts him. 

But if he weren’t running on instinct right now, he’d probably grind to a stop altogether.

Miriyan’s sky is golden with sunset as his ship touches down next to an X-wing, a couple of A-wings, and a freighter that looks like it’s seen better days. It’s a hike from the airfield to the school, but he knows the way. The forest rustles around him. Now and then a twig snaps or something scampers. Luke said Miriyan didn’t have any large predators, but Din still keeps a hand near his blaster. 

By the time he gets to the courtyard, the day has settled into evening. Light from the main building’s windows stands out, looking welcoming and warm against the blue of late twilight. 

Din knows by now that he doesn’t have to knock. He presses the catch on the simple wooden door and steps into the common room. He barely has the chance to take in the cheerful chaos--groups of people gathered in comfortable chairs and seated on the floor, colored lights strung about the rafters and a bright blaze in the large fireplace--before he’s surrounded by children clamoring, “He’s here, he’s here! Grogu he’s here!”

Grogu’s still only halfway across the floor, toddling on his little legs, so one of children runs back to get him. Din can’t follow without running down another child, so he waits for the boy to bring Grogu to him. The boy’s got a bright smile that looks a lot like Luke’s. The smile turns shy when he’s actually facing a tall, beskar-clad Mandalorian. 

Din kneels down to his level. He’s careful to say, “Thank you,” before lifting Grogu from the boy’s hold. The little arms immediately reach out for him, settling around his neck as the child snuggles his head into the space between his breastplate and chin. 

“I missed you too, kid.”

When he looks up again, the children are still gathered around, watching with rapt attention. “That’s the cutest thing ever,” one of the little girls breathes. Din’s grateful to see Luke on his way over. A jetii rescuing a Mandalorian might not exactly go with the Creed, but he’ll take it. 

“All right, all of you. There’s hot chocolate over by the fire. Get going! Scram!” Luke’s voice is kind, underlaid with a sense of laughter. The children giggle as they scatter.

“Job go ok?” Luke asks as Din straightens up, shifting Grogu to the crook of his arm. The child coos happily, looking from Luke to Din with big eyes and a bigger smile. 

“Well enough,” Din says. “I’m afraid you won’t need to have a trial.”

“Ah,” Luke says. “You ok about that?”

No one’s ever asked him that before. 

Finally Din shrugs one shoulder, and Luke nods. “Come sit with us. You’re a lot more interesting than that hot chocolate, the kids are going to be all over you again any minute. They’re a little more shy with my sister. Maybe we can buy you a bit of a reprieve.”

Din follows him across the large hall, weaving their way through groups of adults and children. Everyone’s got mugs of warm drinks and plates of snacks. Every now and then, as he passes, he hears an adult scolding a child: Shhh, don’t stare! 

The lights aren’t just decorating the rafters, they’re strung around the large windows, too. Boughs of some kind of fir tree decorate the walls. Must have been brought in from the forest. 

He has a vague idea that this is how people decorate their homes for Life Day. He’s never celebrated it. He’s never been invited to the home of someone who does. 

Grogu babbles happily on the way. Din has no idea what he’s saying. “Did you?” he asks when the child pauses for breath. “Yes? Really? That sounds fun.”

Luke leads him to a group of squishy chairs arranged in a corner. “My sister Leia,” he says, and a lovely young woman with intricately braided hair nods hello. 

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she says. “Luke says Grogu goes on about you non-stop.”

The boy who’d brought the child to him is sitting at Leia’s feet. Din looks over at Luke. “Your son?” he asks.

“My nephew. Ben. He belongs to Leia and Han.” 

Han is apparently the man slouched comfortably in the chair across from Leia, a tumbler of what looks like whisky in his hand. “Welcome,” he says. “Can I get you something? For a mystical sorcerer, Luke stocks a pretty good bar.”

“No, thank you.”

Han’s unfazed. “Luke wasn’t sure if you’d--” He waves in the direction of Din’s helmet. “Let me know if you change your mind, yeah?”

“I will.”

Luke’s pulling another chair over. He slides it into place next to Leia, then collapses into the empty chair on her other side, kicking his feet up onto the low table in front of them. Din settles into the chair, Grogu on his lap. The baby reaches for a plate of colorful cookies that Luke’s boots narrowly missed. “Those aren’t yours,” Din starts to say, but Ben immediately lifts the plate so the child can reach.

“Which one do you want?” Ben asks, as Grogu stares at the plate in delight. “You can have two if you want.”

The chair is comfortable. The room is warm. The chatter all around feels friendly. Grogu’s weight against him settles something in his mind, a part of his brain he hadn’t even realized had been on high alert for weeks. 

Luke seems to sense that he needs a minute. He’s chatting quietly with Leia and Han, something about Outer Rim settlements, until Ben finally throws up his hands and announces, “You’re all so boring!”

“Ben,” Leia starts to scold, although Din notices she’s hiding a smile. 

Han just grins outright at his son. “I guess we are. Too much talking. You have a better idea?”

Ben looks like he wants to say something, but he’s suddenly shy again. He sidles over to his father and whispers. 

“You better ask him,” Han says. “Go on, I’m pretty sure he’s not going to bite.”

Ben whispers again. Din, curious, taps the mic control on his helmet to turn up the sound. He catches the end of Ben’s question. “....beat Uncle Luke in a fight?”

It’s not polite to listen in like that, so Din waits until Ben, still standing close to his Dad, repeats the question. 

“I read about Mandalorians. You’re the best warriors in the galaxy. Could you beat my Uncle Luke in a fight?”

Luke bursts out laughing. “I don’t know,” he says to Din. “Could you?”

Ben’s waiting for an answer. Grogu’s bouncing on Din’s lap now, waving his hands and babbling again. It sounds pretty insistent. 

Luke answers Grogu seriously. “We could find out. I don’t know if your dad wants to, though.”

Something in Din’s brain short-circuits for a second at the phrase “your dad.” While he’s recovering, Luke and Ben are discussing options. 

“I don’t think a lightsaber fight would be a good idea, Ben. Do you?”

Ben looks around the busy room, at children chasing each other, at families laughing. “No. Someone might get hurt.”

“That reminds me,” Luke says. “You still have that Darksaber?”

“It’s back on the ship. More trouble than it’s worth to carry.”

“Have you learned how to use it?” Bo Katan asked that once, and the scorn in her voice was nearly as sharp as the laser blade. Luke sounds genuinely curious. 

“I’ve trained with swords,” Din says. “I can’t really practice with it on board. The ship’s not made of beskar.”

“Good point,” Luke says. “I destroyed more than a few pieces of furniture when I was learning.”

Ben’s not letting this go. “He knows how to use a sword,” he says to Luke. “I bet you’re really good at it,” he adds to Din. 

Din finds himself smiling behind his helmet. “I’m not too bad.”

Just then, tumult and shouts from across the room have Luke getting to his feet. Din slides his left arm protectively across Grogu’s middle as his other hand hovers by his blaster. But it’s just a bunch of kids play-fighting, and most of the noise turns out to be laughter. 

Somewhere the kids have found a bunch of cardboard tubes, and they’re cheerfully batting each other with them in a boisterous approximation of a lightsaber battle. It’s nothing like the carefully orchestrated sparring Din has seen on other visits here. This is a free-for-all. Kids are getting bonked on the head and whacked on the back, and they’re all laughing like mad the whole time. 

Luke’s family have abandoned their comfy chairs and come along to watch. 

Din’s with them, mystified by the whole thing until Leia explains. “They’re from the paper we use to decorate gifts. If you’d been here last night, you’d have gotten to see. We made a party out of getting everyone’s presents wrapped.”

Her tone is kind. Luke must have told her he’s not familiar with this whole Life Day thing. But Din’s having another moment: Gifts. He didn’t even think of gifts. 

“Don’t worry,” Leia says, apparently realizing. “We made sure there’s something for Grogu. The children wanted to wait until you got here to open presents, so we’re doing that later tonight. You’ll get to see.”

Why are these people being so nice to him? It must all be for Grogu. He’s grateful. “Thank you.”

While they’re talking, Ben grabs up a spare cardboard tube and dashes into the fray. He immediately gets bopped in the shoulder and spins around to hit the other kid on her backside. Leia smiles, Han starts cheering Ben on, and Luke--Luke’s got a maniacal sparkle in his eyes. 

Din watches, impressed, as Luke shifts into Jedi Master mode. His face goes solemn, his back is straighter, every movement suddenly more measured. He strides into the fray, the children’s own movements slowing as they watch him. They don’t seem afraid. It seems more like respect. 

Luke gently takes a cardboard tube from one of the older boys, who hands it over and steps back. The Jedi Master moves into a fighting stance, cardboard tube balanced in his hands and looking for all the world like a lightsaber--if it weren’t so completely absurd.

“All right, Mandalorian,” he says, and his tone’s filled with laughter and that solemn expression’s turned back to a grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

There’s no saying no. The kids are all cheering now. Even the parents are getting in on it. “Two credits on the Jedi Master,” one of the men calls out, and someone replies with, “My bet’s on the Mandalorian,” and Leia’s got her head in her hands but she’s laughing through her fingers. 

“Looks like you don’t get a choice,” Han says, offering to take the child. “Go on, wipe the floor with him.”

Ben holds out another cardboard tube. Din, half amused and half horrified by this whole thing, reaches out and takes it. 

It’s close. Din’s not sure if Luke’s holding back, but he sure isn’t. It’s only sparring, of course. He knows how to do that without hurting his opponent. Not that getting bopped with cardboard would do much harm anyway, but the goal is not to get hit. He’s breathing hard but he can still hear everyone cheering as he forces Luke back toward a corner, then has to duck and roll, narrowly avoiding the Jedi’s sudden counterattack. 

He should probably be embarrassed. This is about the furthest thing from dignified that he can imagine. Mandalorians train with real weapons, not these… they’re not even toys. They’re pretend things. 

This really should not be so much fun. 

The battle ends when Luke finally manages to land a blow. Din’s on his back on the floor, Luke leaning over him. He’s already got one boot against the jetii’s stomach, ready to throw him back across the room, when that cardboard tube sneaks in low and connects with a pauldron. In a real fight a hit against his armor would barely have registered. But this isn’t a real fight. 

Din concedes with grace, accepting Luke’s hand to pull him to his feet. 

All around them, credits are changing hands as the kids run up to surround them both. Din expects them to congratulate Luke, but mostly they want to talk to him. 

“How’d you do it?” 

“You almost beat him!”

“Can you teach us?”

“Master Luke, can he teach us?”

Luke’s brushing dust from his shirt and trousers, still grinning. “I don’t know, maybe. Let’s let him catch his breath, ok? We can ask him later.”

By the time they get to opening presents, Din’s exhausted. Watching the kids open their gifts is nice, but he’s content to sit back away from it all, Grogu snuggled on his lap again as the two of them let the party go on around them. Ben brings Grogu’s gift over. The child tears happily at the colorful paper, adding it to the cheerful litter of wrapping that’s now covering the floor. Inside the box is a plush toy in the shape of a bantha. Even the curled horns are made to be soft. 

“He told us about your adventure on Tatooine,” Ben explains, as Grogu examines the toy with delight. The child cuddles it to his chest for a moment, then holds it out to Din. 

“You want me to tell him?” Ben asks the child. Din realizes, startled, that Luke’s nephew must be jetii, too. Of course he is, though, why wouldn’t he be. Maybe Han and Leia are, too. 

“He says it needs a hug from you.”

Din accepts the little plush and speaks to Grogu as though he’ll understand. “How about if you both get a hug?”

Grogu chirps happily. 

Ben translates, “He says yes.”

Din gathers the child and the toy up together, gently wrapping his arms around them. Ben nods, and then there’s that smile that looks so much like Luke’s. 

“I’m glad your dad’s here, Grogu.” He pats the child’s head, flashes Din one more grin, and leaves them to have some time together. As a family? Din thinks, looking over Grogu’s head at parents and children looking at gifts, sharing cookies, and laughing together. 

As a family.

[jumblekinz]

Allie’s Webkinz Pets

I realized I don’t have an updated list of my kinz... so here they are, in the order they were adopted, complete with their ages, their species, and a short little blurb about them! I’ll reblog this with new pets when I adopt, too! :)

Kaily - Adopted 12/22/07, Kaily is my first and oldest Webkinz! She’s a gorilla who is around 18 years old, and she’s very quiet and rarely talks. She’s definitely a gentle giant - she’s very strong and athletic (and has the report card to show it!) but she handles her strength gracefully. She cares for all of her siblings and dotes on her friends - if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to hang out with, Kaily’s your girl!

Bo-Bo - Adopted on 12/26/08, Bo-Bo is a monkey with an attitude! I imagine her around 12 years old. She loves to party and can almost always be found at the beach. She’s a smart girl but tends to neglect her studies in order to cook and joke around. Monkey & Monkey and Chef Gazpacho are her heroes, and some day she wants to have a comedy cooking show.

Darby - Darby is a lil’ kinz white mouse adopted on 12/26/09. She’s around 10 years old and prides herself on her sense of fashion - she’ll design outfits for all her siblings and all her friends, and loves to dress up! She’s very smart, too, and loves to read, but sometimes has trouble in her classes because they’re so advanced. She’s also a vegetarian! 

Starbucks - Starbucks is a honey hamster adopted on 9/29/10. She’s 16 years old, a trans girl, and an absolute handful. She’s sassy and bold and always speaks her mind and stands up for her siblings - in fact, Star once got suspended from the Kinzville Academy for beating up on a bully. Star is very picky about her clothes, insisting that they have to reflect her personality. Star is usually holed up in her room, which is a little disorganized and cramped because she’s a bit of a pack rat. Star is really good at styling hair and doing makeup, and likes to gossip with her sisters Cappachino and Scout.

Cappachino - A mocha pup adopted on 7/12/11, Cappachino tends to just go by Cap or Cappy because she’s a little embarrassed her name is spelled wrong (that’s my fault - sorry Cap ^^;). She’s 16 and is the jack-of-all-trades of the family - cooking, drawing, spelling, modeling, running, you name it, Cap can do it! Mostly though, Cap likes to design her siblings’ rooms and model outfits that Darby puts together. Like Kaily, Cap tends to care a lot about her siblings and often plans parties and playdates for them. Cap loves to meet new people and make new friends; she’s really friendly and outgoing and loves to spend time in the clubhouse. 

Sarah - Sarah is a glam gorilla adopted on 12/22/12. She’s 8 years old and loves arts and crafts - if it has glue, construction paper, paint, fabric, fun foam, or felt, you can always count her in! She’s very close to Sakura and tends to look after her. Sarah likes to sing, too - karaoke is a favorite activity of hers and if she doesn’t know the words to a song she’ll make them up, and she always makes them silly! Sarah is happy-go-lucky and tends to find fun in everything, from jumping in puddles on a rainy day to blowing bubbles in chocolate milk.

Scout - Scout is a 15-year-old lil’ kinz golden retriever adopted on 6/22/14. Like her sister Cap, she has a tendency to vibe with everyone and gets along with people easily. She’s trans and tends to hang with Starbucks a lot, the two are super spunky and don’t let anything bother them! Scout loves trading, you can find her in the clubhouse a lot! She’s also taking classes in strength, speed, and agility at the Kinzville Academy - she wants to be strong to protect her little siblings, start running track, and explore in the Adventure Park. Scout is a bit of a tomboy but she always wears skirts, and she loves trying on new clothes! Scout is also blind as a bat without her glasses, and has to always wear them.

Absolem - Adopted on 8/22/15, Absolem is a 15-year-old caterpillar. You’ll almost never find him inside; he loves to camp, canoe, and hike in the great outdoors. He’s very close to Rudy and the two are usually hanging out together. Absolem is also a foodie who loooooves to eat - sometimes he even eats Bo-Bo’s dishes before they’re done! Absolem is happy-go-lucky and tends not to worry much about anything, and he wants to learn to play the guitar and get better at checkers because Rudy always wins!

Rudy - Rudy is a 14-year-old tartan terrier adopted on 10/2/16. He’s Absolem’s partner in crime; the two are very close despite their differences - while Absolem likes to explore outside, Rudy can’t stand the outdoors. He’s a bookworm who loves to read, and wants to build a library someday. He often reads to his younger siblings, and if he doesn’t know something, he’ll research the topic until he finds the answers he’s looking for. Rudy spends a lot of his time with Absolem reading, making puzzles, and playing board games like checkers, Zingoz Switcharoos, and Farming Frenzy.

Sakura - Sakura is a 7 year old berry cheeky monkey adopted on 10/1/17. She’s very shy and wouldn’t even look at the camera when I photographed her! She’s autistic and doesn’t like loud noises and tends to chew on things (hence the pacifier). She’s very close to Sarah and the two often make crafts together. Sakura is very active and loves to hang out at the playground climbing the jungle gym, bouncing on trampolines, and going down slides. She tends to stick with her older siblings, and they like to read with her and dance with her.

Suki - Suki is a black poodle adopted on 7/8/18. She’s 12 but insists she’s “practically a teenager.” Like Absolem, she loves the outdoors - Suki loves gathering flowers, tending to her garden, and observing pretty plants. Suki spends a lot of time in the Charm Forest and exploring Zumwhere - she definitely believes in magic and is working hard to collect stars for Alyssa and Nafaria. She has a pet zum that she dotes on, and she loves to grow farm fresh food for Bo-Bo and Mitzy to cook with!

Mitzy - Mitzy is a 10 year old snowy retriever adopted on 12/26/18. I don’t know much about her yet, but I know she holds fast to her snowy retriever heritage - she loves winter, snow, cold weather, Christmas, and even other winter holidays like Hanukkah and Kwanzaa! She loves to cook but only ever makes sweets like cookies, cakes, and cupcakes. She loves hosting tea parties for her younger siblings, and someday she wants to visit sick kinz in the hospital so she can cheer them up and host parties for them!

Quigley - Quigley is a cockapoo adopted on 7/7/19. At 7 years old, he is an absolute baby and his siblings sometimes pick on him for being so little, which makes him upset because in his eyes he’s just as old as Sakura and just as big as all the others! Quigley loves theater and the performing arts, but he’s often too shy to get up on stage so he’s happy in the crowd. He loves Elton John and someday hopes to have enough courage to sing on stage like him!

Cornelia - I don’t know much about Cornelia since she’s my newest Webkinz, adopted on 7/12/19. She’s a 13 year old ribbon unicorn and she’s obsessed with all things pink, pastel, and pretty! She’s definitely a diva, too, and loves to have spa days to pamper herself. Cornelia is skilled in the art of making friendship bracelets - she makes them for all of her siblings and friends. She also knows practically every type of braid ever invented, and loves styling her mane, a skill she puts to good use in grooming class at the Kinzville Academy. 

[morningfears]

Summer Nights [Chapter Three]

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Kennedy can’t make up her mind so she’s just going to focus on the moment. No love, no feelings, no future; just fun. Everyone else around her, though, has other plans in mind.

Word Count: 3.4k

                               Chapter One | Chapter Two

Jade stands at the spot where the old dock meets the shore and watches Kennedy. Her friend is sitting on the edge of the old dock, legs dangling over with her feet touching the water, as she watches their campers splash in the lake. Jade is almost impressed as she notices that Kennedy isn’t staring at Joey who is to her left, laughing as he plays chicken with Cole on his shoulders against a pair of their campers, nor is she staring at Calum who is to her right, grinning as one of his campers shakes his head and sends water flying onto another of his campers. She’s reading some novel that Jade doesn’t even pretend to understand and occasionally glancing up to make sure no one is drowning.

This is her attempt at not being weird, at just living, and Jade recognizes that it’s a good attempt but the first thing she says to Kennedy is, “You’re being weird.”

Kennedy glances up from her book, blinks, and frowns. She turns her head to glance at the campers before she returns her attention to Jade. Kennedy watches as Jade, with her sunglasses slipping down the bridge of her nose and two bottles of water in hand, takes a seat beside her and lets her own legs dangle over the edge. She passes one bottle of water to Kennedy before she cracks open the second and takes a sip as she glances out at the campers splashing in the lake.

“How did you get the twins in the water?” Jade asks as she catches sight of Aiden and Ashleigh, a set of beyond spoiled twins that would feel more at home in a five-star hotel than in the California woods.

“Promised them I’d give them extra marshmallows at the campfire tonight,” Kennedy nods as she grasps the bottle with both hands and glances down at it. “I’m trying really hard not to be weird.”

Jade hums, a noise of acknowledgement, as she turns her head to glance at Calum and Ashton. She watches as the chase after their campers, sunglasses and hats long abandoned as they follow them headfirst into the water, before she says, “You’re being normal to everyone else, I guess, but I know you. Shouldn’t you be out there with one of them, playing chicken or, like, sneaking off to talk about music in the woods? Live some weird indie film fantasy?”

Kennedy rolls her eyes at this and places the bottle of water onto the dock beside her. She shakes her head at Jade��s words and shrugs as she brings her legs up and hugs her knees to her chest. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” she informs Jade as she stares out at the not so clear lake. “I don’t know if it was just the first night with the kids or if it was me overthinking but I went for a walk. I sat down in the woods, made a list of pros and cons for both guys, and then set it on fire because that was weird. I don’t want to spend my last summer here pining over someone who I haven’t seen in years and someone who made it clear that they don’t want me like I want them. I want to enjoy this.”

Kennedy falls silent, gathering her thoughts, and Jade remains quiet as she lets her. Kennedy watches a pair of girls giggle about one of the boys. She watches a pair of girls hold hands when they think no one is looking. She watches a girl and a boy attempt to steal glances at each other and meet eyes every time. She watches the world move on, watches love exist in every form imaginable, and she shrugs.

“I came out here last night and just sat here. I made the decision that I’m going to start over, clean slate. I want to be friends with both of them because they’re both amazing guys. They’re both so fun to hang out with and they make me laugh. So, I’m going to just hang out and enjoy the summer. I didn’t think about it when I got to know them so why is now any different, you know? I wasn’t thinking about a future when I used to sneak out at night to live my indie film fantasy. I’m not going to think about it now. They’re my friends and that’s that.”

Jade wants to argue, she wants to tell her that it’s fine to have feelings and that she shouldn’t just suppress them because it’s only going to make her miserable, but she doesn’t. She lets Kennedy delude herself into thinking that she can pretend she’s alright and that she can pretend she doesn’t feel anything more than platonic affection for either boy. But she doesn’t hesitate to ask, “That’s fine, but what about the fact that you think they’re beyond gorgeous?”

“I think you’re beyond gorgeous and I’d makeout with you in a heartbeat if you wanted but you don’t make me weird.”

“You’re weird enough on your own,” Jade returns with a grin before she reaches out and places an arm around Kennedy’s shoulders.

The two of them sit together, Kennedy’s head on Jade’s shoulder, as they watch their campers. Jade has faith that Kennedy can keep herself in check. She has faith that Kennedy can ground herself in the reality of the summer. She has faith that she can focus on the present, on what’s in front of her, and truly enjoy what is promised to be her last summer of freedom.

However, Jade can’t help wondering what happens if love really is the thing that’s right in front of her.

She’s seen the way that Kennedy is with both Joey and Calum.

With Joey, it’s innocent. Shy smiles and clumsy hands, awkward stumbling over words and losing trains of thought when the other person smiles in just the right way. It’s free and happy, a first love without the pain of the ever-awkward breakup. It’s like they’re frozen in time, unmarred by the passage of years.

They were able to pick up right where they left off, delve back into the safe bubble of happiness they made for themselves, and enjoy one another’s presence. They didn’t have to think about it, didn’t have to worry about any awkward ‘what if’s’ left unanswered years ago. It was just natural.

With Calum, things are harder. Whereas Joey wears his heart on his sleeve, Calum keeps his heart closely guarded. Kennedy can’t just look at him and tell what he’s thinking and that frustrates her. He held himself back the entire summer they spent together and it left Kennedy thinking he wasn’t interested when he so clearly was (and is). Ashton relayed to Jade that Calum has been hurt in the past, that he’s been destroyed by love and that he wants no further part in it, but she realizes that that doesn’t give him a pass to just close himself off from the rest of the world. Not when he has someone he’s so obviously interested in willing to give him the love he deserves.

Jade thinks that maybe Kennedy could have something with either of them, something that could last beyond the confines of Camp Clear Lake. If anyone could do it, it’s her. But, as she glances at her friend, she finds herself hoping that no matter what she does, she makes herself happy first.

Before Jade can relay that oh-so-sickly thought, she hears Ashton call her name. She and Kennedy turn to face the walkway leading up to the dock and Jade is impressed when Kennedy looks right at Calum and doesn’t blink. She only shows mild interest before she shifts her focus to Ashton. “Since there’s an odd number of counselor pairs,” Ashton begins with a sheepish grin (he and Calum made for twenty-one rather than the usual twenty), “he’s got us grouped into threes for the overnight hike tonight. You guys are with us.”

“Who is the other group?” Kennedy asks, as though she doesn’t know the answer. Jade can hear her mumble, “Of course it is,” under her breath when Ashton relays that it’s Joey and Cole. “Where are we hiking to?” Kennedy asks instead of telling him to fuck off like Jade half expected her to.

“To that weird forest thing on the edge of camp,” Ashton offers with a shrug.

“That place freaks me out,” Jade muses with a frown. “It’s got a weird vibe.”

“You’ve got a weird vibe,” Kennedy mumbles, a grin on her lips, before she nods at Ashton. “You told Joey and Cole yet?” Ashton nods and Kennedy follows suit. “Cool,” she hums as she reaches for her water bottle. “We’ll meet you guys in front of the cabins at three, then. I’m in charge of food this time, though. And Jade is in charge of navigation. Last time we went hiking with the two of you, we almost got lost in the woods and would’ve been there without food because Cal can’t read a map and you forgot to pack real food.”

“Granola bars are food!” Ashton defends as he runs his towel through his hair. Beside him, Calum is grinning at the memory of being lost in the woods but when Kennedy raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, he shrugs.

“We’ll see you guys at three,” Calum calls as he wraps an arm around Ashton’s shoulders to pull him away before he can rile Kennedy up. “And I promise, we’ll be on time,” he directs at Kennedy, a small smile on his lips, before he begins guiding Ashton toward the gaggle of campers ready to run to the mess hall.

Jade watches as Kennedy shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips, before she grabs her book and stands from the edge of the dock. She tells herself not to read into it, that Kennedy is just living in the moment, and follows suit. She dusts off the seat of her shorts, throws an arm around Kennedy’s shoulders, and hums, “I think I want a hotdog for lunch.”

Three hours, two hotdogs, and one arduous search for something that the pickiest twins on planet earth will eat, Kennedy is standing in the middle of her cabin watching as her campers laugh and throw clothes at one another as they attempt (but not really) to pack their bags for the overnight hike. She wants to put on her counselor hat and encourage them to pack and to actually get their shit together (she thinks that she might want to reevaluate her vocabulary before she actually says that to one of them) but before she can, Jade takes the lead.

“Alright,” she calls, her voice booming over the chaos, “I want you guys packed and ready to go in five minutes. Cabins three and five aren’t ready yet and we need to beat them out there, right?” Kennedy watches as their campers cheer, each one eager to take part in a competition, any competition, before they launch into the quickest packing she’s ever seen.

The hike is only an overnight journey, the packing doesn’t need to be nearly as in-depth as she’s imagining, but Kennedy has to bite her tongue to keep from encouraging them to go back and repack. Jade tosses an arm around Kennedy’s shoulders as she lets them have their victory and allows them to run outside and gather in the clearing between the ring of cabins. Kennedy watches as backpacks and sleeping bags in various colors pass her by, each one haphazardly packed and likely full of everything but what the kids need, and rolls her head to face Jade.

“You packed extras of things, right?” she asks as she watches the last camper file out the door and join the others in a cheer.

“Extra socks, a second first-aid kit, and enough granola bars to feed an army,” Jade confirms. “And I’m assuming you triple packed so when we inevitably get lost in the woods, we’ll be fine.”

Before Kennedy can respond, a series of cheers far louder than the ones her campers had released fills the air. She and Jade grab their own bags and close the cabin door behind them as they watch Ashton and Calum’s campers form a circle and continue cheering. She raises an eyebrow when she meets Calum’s eyes and he smiles. As the campers mingle, cheering and laughing, he walks around them and joins her by her cabin.

“They heard the cheering and wanted to do their own,” he offers as an explanation as he watches the groups mingle. “Ash might’ve told them to be louder and he’d give them extra marshmallows during the campfire tonight.”

Kennedy rolls her eyes good-naturedly as she watches Jade and Ashton grin at one another. “I did that yesterday to get the twins in the lake,” she laughs after a moment, “so I guess I can’t judge too harshly. Now all we need is Joey and Cole’s campers to come out here louder than both our groups combined and make us both look bad.”

“Your campers did beat us all out here,” Calum shrugs with a smile, “guess it’s only fair someone else beats you guys as the loudest group.”

Kennedy glances over at Calum and meets his eyes once more. She can feel the butterflies in her stomach, the ones that she felt the first time they ever met, and it reminds her of what she felt for him the year prior. She still feels the need to plan a future, to think about the what-if’s and the how’s that might come with something more than friendship, but she does her best to suppress it and focus on the moment. This is friendship, she thinks. Casual and fun, light and airy. And, although her racing heart tells her that she wants more, her brain is telling her to just take it for what it is and let it go. So she does her best to calm her heart and her burning cheeks as she glances away from him with a good-natured shake of her head. 

However, before Kennedy can respond, Joey and Cole’s campers come rushing out of their cabin in a storm of pure noise. She is almost impressed as she listens to them cheer and chant, their voices carrying throughout the campground as they do their best to out-cheer their friends. She watches, a grin on her lips, as Cole and Joey encourage their campers on their way out the door before Joey makes his way to where she and Calum are standing.

“We’re never going to be the first campers out of our cabin,” he admits with a grin and she can’t help but laugh as he acknowledges his terrible habit of being late, “but we can be the loudest.”

“Don’t let Ashton hear you say that,” Calum murmurs from beside her, “he’ll take it as a personal challenge.”

“He takes everything as a personal challenge,” Kennedy counters with a roll of her eyes. She turns her attention to Joey and recounts, “Last year, he singlehandedly ate two whole bags of marshmallows because one of the other counselors said he could eat more marshmallows than him. He spent two days in the nurse’s cabin and, honestly, I don’t think he learned anything from that encounter.”

“Definitely not,” Calum agrees. “A few months ago, he tried to ride one of those mechanical bulls because someone bet him that he couldn’t and got a concussion when it threw him off.”

Joey laughs at the stories about Ashton and nods his head as he glances over at where Cole has joined Ashton and Jade in grouping together the kids. “That’s good to know,” he nods as the three of them watch Cole animatedly begin chatting with Ashton and Jade, his hands flying as he attempts to make his point clear. “Oh, do you have a map?” he asks Kennedy. “I don’t remember the trail that well and we probably need to mark it or something so we don’t get lost.”

Kennedy spares a glance at Calum who grins sheepishly at her. She rolls her eyes as she reaches for the map tucked into the pocket of her backpack and hands it to Joey. “Please tell me you actually know how to read a map,” she sighs as she watches him unfold it, “because if you don’t, we’re fucked.”

Joey laughs at this and nods at her. “I know how to read a map,” he promises. “I used a map to get us to the top of that mountain thing, remember?”

“Yeah,” she laughs as she remembers their disastrous trip up the so-called mountain near the camp. “Getting up wasn’t the problem,” she hums as she leans closer to him to glance at the map herself, “getting back down was the challenge.”

“We can mark our trail,” Calum offers as he reaches into his backpack for a roll of fluorescent string. “We were going to tie, uh, things,” he stumbles with a grin that tells her it was going to be a prank on Joey and Cole, “but this is probably a better use of the string.”

As Kennedy, Joey, and Calum discuss the route they’re going to take to the campsite, Jade, Cole, and Ashton watch the three of them from afar. None of them speak, they simply watch the interaction with interest, and notice that they’re not the only ones as they overhear a group of campers giggling.

“Kenny likes Joey,” one of Jade and Kennedy’s campers giggles as she points to where they’re all standing. Kennedy is, indeed, standing closer to Joey than she is to Calum and grinning at him as he speaks. Calum, although he looks somewhat put off, tries his best to smile along and not look too put off by the scene in front of him.

“Nuh-uh,” another of the campers huffs. “She likes Cal! They were totally, like, in love last summer! They’re gonna get married or something.”

“No way, Lucy,” one of the boys in the group laughs. “Cal’s never gonna get married. He’s not like that. Anyway, she likes Joey. They’re all, like, gross and smiley.”

“I think she likes both of them,” one of the quiet girls shrugs.

“She can’t like both of them,” the first camper huffs as she glances back at Kennedy, Joey, and Calum. “She likes Joey and they’re going to be together.”

“She likes Cal and they’re going to be together!”

The group of campers argues back and forth about who Kennedy likes more, Joey or Calum, before Lucy huffs and stomps her foot. “I’m going to show you guys that she likes Calum the most,” Lucy huffs. “She and Calum are going to be together before the summer is over.”

“Not if she and Joey get together first,” one of the campers argues.

Jade, Ashton, and Cole watch as the kids break off, each into their own groups of those who agree Kennedy and Joey should be together and those who agree that Kennedy and Calum should be together. They watch as they begin to whisper among themselves and Jade has a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she glances at Ashton and Cole.

“They’re going to do something that we should try and stop, aren’t they?” she asks as she watches them glance back and forth between each other and Joey, Calum, and Kennedy.

Ashton thinks for a moment before he shrugs. “Maybe it’s a good idea to just let them go. You never know, maybe it won’t end in disaster.”

“It’ll definitely end in disaster,” Cole chimes in as he glances at the kids, “but I’m curious to see how it all turns out so I say we don’t interfere.”

“Tonight’s going to be interesting,” Jade sighs as she hoists her backpack higher onto her shoulders. “If someone ends up getting pushed down a mountain, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“The mountain isn’t even that high,” Ashton calls as he watches her wade through the group of campers to where Kennedy still stands with Joey and Calum. “I’m personally rooting for Calum,” he directs to Cole. “Think we should each help our kids?”

“Joey’s stoked to be with her so I’m rooting for him,” Cole shrugs. “You’re on.”

“May the best cabin win.”

Author’s Note: Chapter four will be the hike itself. It was going to be too long if I included it in this chapter. I’ve been working on a conference submission so that’s been taking up most of my time. Anyway, hope you enjoy~

[organicloser]

An open letter to the boy:

Last November, we met. We saw each other and two days later, we were sitting in the same living room talking and laughing together. It was the first time I had actually been semi-interested in someone since my brutal breakup with my boyfriend of two and half years. We went downtown that night and had long sober walks and talked together. Thanksgiving was the next day and you said you didn’t have anywhere to go, and I invited you to spend it with my family.

Two days later, Friday, we drove out to Cour D’Alene and you met one of my best friends DeLaine. We watched the lights light up the town and we drove home. There was a crazy snow storm and we pulled off on an exit and you asked me to dance. I was still so hurt in this time and was afraid to even like another person. I declined and we kept driving. *still regret it to this day*. We slid off the road once, and you laughed about how you could handle my stress 😂. When we got home, you said you wanted to kiss me and all I said was “I can’t”. I wish I had said yes.

The best couple of weeks, we went climbing together and talked about skiing and how I was going to re-learn how. You were always so kind to me. Always. Throughout this time, you were unaware..but I still looked at my ex boyfriend’s feed everyday, his Twitter, his insta, his tumblr. All of it. He would post sad pictures and it was so cling onto what had left. I watched his follow count, his mentions, any girl that liked a picture, I watched. I was obsessed. In a terrible, negative way, I was obsessed. And I could not let go.

A couple weeks went by and we decided to go to your house and do a collab painting for our friends birthday. We laughed and created and it was magical. I loved every second of it. When we finished out masterpiece, we sat and listened to music. I turned to you, and you turned to me..and we kissed. It was perfect from the start. Everything about it, I loved. We made out for hours and I was so happy. But still had the lingering feelings of what heartbreak I had been though.

For the best couple of weeks, we spent a lot of time together. Almost everyday was spent with you. I went to Missoula for Christmas, but we gave each other our gifts beforehand. You got me an amazing book (that I have read twice), and drew me an incredible painting. I was so fulfilled. At this point, my ex stopped talking to me, unfollowed me, starting seeing someone, and it broke me. I thought I was happy..but it killed me that he had moved on when I had tried to not date until April.

I was happy with you. I seriously wanted to love you. Something kept holding me back. Maybe it was the fact that I still thought of my ex all of the time and dreamt about him at 3 nights a week. I’m so sorry. You were everything I’ve ever wanted, and it broke me. I started to become more distant. Irritated. You annoyed the shit out of me. You were perfect. Always sweet and genuine and I was a bitch. And I’m so sorry for that.

In April, before leaving for Arizona, I told you that I was done. We couldn’t ever be together and there was no future. It was probably the hardest thing I had to do. I went to Arizona and I thought about you the entire time. Everything I did, I wished you were with me. We barely talked.

When I came home, I went to Jam for Cans. I watched you ski hard and win. I stood by you in your victory, and it felt amazing. That night, I had missed you so much. We talked and we were stoked that you won, and I kissed you. We talked a couple days after that about how we were going to “date”. I was finally okay with everything. It had been 6 months and I was ready for you. I loved you. I was head over heels for you. We had such a fun time together.

We went on a hike one day. At one time, you bent down to pick up a rock tha you thought was a seashell. I laughed so hard and jokingly said “there are no shells in the forest!”. A couple minutes later, you bent down to look at a flower, and beside it lay a seashell. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I probably laugh, cried for 30 minutes. The shell from that day on was a sign of my love for you.

You left for Mount Hood and I missed you terribly. One of my friends was talking to me and tried to convince me that I wasn’t happy and that it was just a facade and that I was never going to be truly fulfilled. My parents unfortunately said the same thing. They loved you. My dad still talks about you and reminds me of you at least 3 times a week. They just didn’t see how I was going to ever make you happy because of how much you love to travel around. I was always going to be a ball and chain..which I feared for a long time. 

I did a lot of thinking, but continued to come to Mount Hood. When I got there, i was so unbelievably excited to see you. I had been waiting for three weeks to see you and it was finally here. However, the instant I got there, you were immediately annoyed with one of our friends and how he had been acting. I don’t need to go into detail for this week, because it sucked. I hated myself after this week and I did not have a good time. On a Tuesday, the day before I came home, I cried to you in your van I told you I didn't love you. I told you I was afraid for the future and that I didn’t know what to do. I felt forced to love you and it killed me. 

Then I came home the next day and we both barely talked. I called you the next day and we went climbing and that night, we ended things. We were done. I felt relieved. I felt trapped with you and it hurt me to the core. So everything was fine! Right?

That next day, I took you out to eat for your birthday, we went to Mongolian Grill and had some noodles. Then you dropped me off at home, and went to a party. I felt so hurt because it was the first time I had not been invited to something for the past 9 months. 

The next day, your birthday, we hung out a little and went to Zeke’s house. We hot tubbed and Zeke left us alone to go to the store. Our chemistry boiled. It is undeniable. I can’t not be in enamored when I’m with you. We drove home and I lay awake until 2am and cried. I missed you so much. I didn't know what to do. 

The next day we barely talked again, and you texted me at 8pm and said that you were going to the ocean. It broke my heart. You just left. You barely texted me while you were there and it was an escape from me. I get that. Still broke me honestly. I had become fast friends with Rylee. She and I lay on a crash pad for a couple hours and talked about our relationship and she laid out her troubles in hers. We decided to hang out one night, and it was the night you got home. You texted me and asked me how I was and then conveniently showed up at Matt and Paul’s house, where I was. I drank. I smoked. And then I lay into you and was not very happy at all. You left. I needed you and you left. It hurt me. That night, we kissed and made up. 

We spent the next few days liking each other, kissing and cuddling and sleeping next to each other and we were in a weird place. It felt right, but at the same time, something was holding us back. 

You moved up to Priest Lake and I drove up to see you often. I enjoyed sleeping with you in your cabin and loving an off grid life with you. Just us, music and yoga. I enjoyed every second. In this moment, I realized I didn’t need kids, a big house, a big family, nothing. All I wanted was a small hidden cabin, music and you. You. 

After a few weeks, you tried to convince me to move up to Priest, and I couldn't. I just got promoted and had a solid job as a caregiver for foster children. Then you came home, we went climbing, and it ended that day. You told me you couldn’t do it anymore. It just wasn't meant to be. As much as I wanted to say it was’t true, it was. It was never going to happen for us. It just isn’t realistic. 

Summer killed me.

I felt so alone and all I wanted to know is how you were. It broke me. 

I still miss you Gabe. Everyday, I miss you. I see your posts and all of your friend’s posts and it hurts. I wish we never dated. I knew it wasn’t going to work and I still pushed it. I am so sorry because it ruined us. It still hurts and I miss you dude. Love you forever. 

[mind-reader1]

The Twins of La Huerta (Ch.3)

A/N: This is a collaborative fic from myself, @bbaba-yagaa, @brightpinkpeppercorn and @roonarific. It is DIFFERENT than the one posted by @sceptilemasterr over the past few months. That being said, this story doesn’t strictly follow canon, it’s got crack-fic moments, serious moments, NSFW moments. A bit of everything and so we really hope you enjoy! Not for the faint of heart. (This is the last time this warning will be posted.) It’s also come to my attention some tags aren’t working, please let me know if that’s the case! 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,920

Catch up with Chapters 1 and 2 here!

Last Time: The group decides to celebrate having the hotel to themselves with a pool party. Estela and Tyler had a little heart to heart under the stars, and Taylor saw something strange in the jungle that Jake tried to help her forget. 

Chapter 3: Trails and Tails

She woke up the next morning, Jake was gone. Slipping into some clothes she found the group downstairs, chaos reigning. Raj had made everyone his famous 'hangover cure’ breakfast, no one had time to eat it though because Lila came in with big news, she had figured out what happened to the guests. They were at some emergency shelter, only no one knew where exactly that shelter was.

“I'm in.” Jake said, everyone looking at him confused.

“You said you were going to look for the shelter. I was supposed to be on a beach in Mexico by now, everyday I spend here is money lost.”

“Me too! I'd love to see the island.” Quinn giggled turning to Tyler who was looking for Estela. This kind of thing seemed right up her alley.

“Are you going to come Tyler?” She rested her hand gently on his arm, but he ignored her.

“Whaddya say Princess? Are you coming?” She could feel everyone's eyes on her, she couldn't stop thinking about the tiger, the way it stalked her in the bushes. Her hands were getting sweaty, Tyler watched her closely, worried about her.

“I...uh.” Jake grinned.

“It's okay if you're too scared. You can stay here with the rest of the goof troop.”

“We should stay Tay.” Tyler leaned over to whisper. She scowled at both of them, she wasn't some scared little kid.

“Wait! I'm coming.”

“Why?” Diego asked.

“Aren't you at least a little curious as to why no one came back from the shelter yet?”

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean we need to go looking. It's horror movie 101, but I'll go just so I can say I told you so when something attacks us.”

“I’m going too then.” Tyler jumped up as the rest of the group was getting ready to leave.

“I think we've got enough Boy Scout.” Jake grinned.

“Tyler can protect me!” Quinn giggled grabbing his arm.

“Who are we to stand in the way of love Jake?” Taylor teased her brother. Strolling through the forest, Quinn began to admire the brightly colored flowers, they seemed to be glowing unnaturally. She leaned in to smell them while Jake took a step back, something about overhearing stories in the right dive bars and not trusting anyone after running secret government missions. Taylor took a step back from the flowers wary, Jake pulled her closer to him.

“Good call Princess.” His arm snaked around her waist as they walked together. Tyler's hands balled into fists as they walked, catching glances of Jake's hand sliding a little lower, as Diego grilled him about Estela.

“Oh no! This doesn't make any sense.” Lila frowned looking around.

“What doesn't make sense?” Taylor asked.

“The shelter should be right here according to the signs!” Aleister rolled his eyes annoyed.

“Great. The tour guide is lost. What do they even pay you for anyways?”

“Tactical scouting 101 kids. Get to high ground. See that rocky cliff over there? I'm checking it out.”

“Ooh that sounds like a waterfall nearby. I'll bet the shelter is near it.” Quinn piped up.

“I really think we should stick to the trail, the shelter should be just up ahead.” Everyone was bickering about why their idea was better and it was getting old.

“Why don't we split up!” Taylor suggested.

“I'm staying here on the trail.” Diego said, Aleister plopped down indicating that he wasn't going anywhere.

“Want to keep me company Princess?” Jake winked. Tyler jumped up to interject but didn't have time.

“That'd be fun.” They ran off and Tyler tried to chase after them, but Quinn stepped in his path smiling at him.

“Want to come with me? Keep me safe?” Quinn giggled. Tyler rolled his eyes and let her drag him off.

****

Jake deftly leaped and ducked as they combed through the forest to the mountain.

“You do this alot? Hiking through the forest that is. You seem pretty confident in the outdoors.” Jake turned to look back at Taylor and smiled, make sure she was keeping up.

“I grew up in a Louisiana town that was so rural it wasn't even on the map. When it comes down to it, the swamp and the jungle ain't so different.

“Probably less gators though.”

“Less gators, more jaguars, I'd call it even. How about you Princess? This your kinda scene?”

“I love the outdoors. Blue skies, fresh air, a soft sea breeze...it's perfect. I mean I should be more freaked out by...whatever that thing was I saw last night, but being out here? I can't help but feel happy,” she saw Jake watching her intently as she spoke a twinkle in his eye, “the company doesn't hurt either.” She winked but Jake had turned away and didn't seem to hear her.

“That why you come with? Wanted a nature hike?”

“It’s not a nature hike unless we're au natural. I came for the company.” Taylor tried again and this time he heard her.

“Oh!” She could tell she caught him off guard.

“You're not like the others here Jake. You're confident and capable, and you seem like you know what you're doing. I don't know what it is, but...I want to be near you. I feel safe with you, is that weird?”

“Naw, not weird. Just classic Princess.”

“Are you ever gonna use my real name?” She playfully crossed her arms.

“Only when you've earned it.” He winked.

“And how do I do that Top Gun?” They emerged at the base of the cliff they needed to climb.

“Well how's your rock climbing?”

“Let's find out.” She sauntered off in front of him, shaking her hips, knowing that Jake was watching her. They began climbing the cliff using small handholds to pull themselves up. Breathing hard, Jake crested the cliff first, Taylor just about to follow when the rock she had hold of crumbled beneath her grip.

“Ahh!” She grabbed the edge of the cliff, before Jake could even react she was pulling herself up.

“Nice moves Princess.” Jake walked over and looked out over the forest, it was an incredible view. The forest went on for miles in different shades of green, blue water just barely visible on the horizon. She sidled up beside him, but he wasn't paying any attention to her, so she decided to have some fun. She peeled her shirt off.

“It's soooo hot.” She fanned herself and Jake turned around, his eyes widening as they raked over her body with desire.

“This place never stops taking my breath away.”

“It's one hell of a sight.” Jake grinned and forced himself to look away.

“Hey Top Gun, that look like a shelter to you?” She pointed out to a small grey building by the river.

“Hot damn Taylor, nice eye.”

“So, I earned it?” She grinned.

“Don't get ahead of yourself Princess. Maybe before I leave we can go on another climb.” There was a genuineness to his voice that made Taylor smile.

“I'd like that.”

“Let's get back to the others.”

****

Tyler and Quinn walked in silence until she turned to him.

“Thanks for coming with me.” She grabbed his arm and smiled at him.

“I just wanted some space from Jake…” she trailed off, tears welling in her eyes.

“Not your favorite person?”

“No. He made me feel dumb earlier… calling me Pippi Longstocking and throwing pumpkin spice lattes in my face. He has me pinned as a spoiled, sheltered college student which isn't true at all. I just wanted to enjoy the flowers! This is my first time ever enjoying the outdoors, I didn't have a normal childhood.” Tyler did feel bad for Quinn, Jake's comment had been harsh and demeaning, he didn't know what his sister saw in that low life.

“Yeah, that was pretty messed up. I'm sorry he said that to you, I don't think you're dumb.”

“Thanks,” she giggled, “is this your kind of vacation?” Tyler nodded.

“I really enjoy the outdoors, everything about it. It's just... peaceful.”

“Maybe Jake just doesn't understand that. He seems like he's seen some scary stuff.” They heard the sound of rushing water getting closer.

“I just think he's a dick. Don't worry about what he thinks Quinn.” She smiled just as they emerged through the trees and into a beautiful lagoon with a waterfall. Quinn quickly peeled off her clothes, wading into the water. Tyler hung back on the beach, a pang in his chest, he wished that he was here with Estela. They could be bitching about Jake, maybe swimming together, he could finally disarm her of the stupid pencil. He snickered to himself and hung his head between his knees as he sat in the sand. He was pining for a girl who threatened to kill him with a dull pencil, not once but twice, and told him to stay away. There was just something about her that drew him in, like a moth to the flame.

“Tyler come swimming!” He sighed and peeled his shirt off headed towards the water when a glint caught his eye. He bent down to pick it up and it was a pirate doubloon.

“What'd you find?” Quinn wadded out of the water, resigning herself to the fact that she wasn't going to convince him to go swimming. He showed her the piece of pirate gold and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Do you think it's real?” Tyler shrugged.

“We've seen lots of crazy stuff on this island. Wouldn't surprise me much.” he snatched it back and stuck it in his pocket, Quinn frowned.

“I guess we should go back then.” Tyler nodded and started the trek back.

****

Jake and Taylor had found the shelter, it was a short walk from the where everyone had split up, off the path.

“Why are we celebrating? Is this place not giving anyone else 28 Days Later vibes?”

“Shelters are made to keep you safe, not look pretty. C'mon.” Jake led the way into the dilapidated shelter only to find it was empty and worn down on the inside as well.

“Maybe pop culture Petey was right. This place is giving me the creeps.”

“I don't like this Tay.” Tyler appeared at her side.

“Anyone else want to go back to the jungle with pretty flowers? Anybody?” Quinn's voice was shaky.

“Lots of muddy shoe prints. They seem recent, someone was here.” Jake knelt down. Tyler uneasy feeling began to grow.

“Tay. We should get out of here.” He grabbed her arm.

“I'm not leaving our friends Tyler!” everyone jumped as they heard a skittering noise, like rats, but it was something much larger. They followed the source of the noise to a large black hole where the concrete wall had collapsed, the flowers from outside growing out of it.

“I think it came from in there.” Diego pointed. Tyler took a deep breath and stepped up to look.

“Something's definitely alive in there.” before anyone could process, a small figure came bounding out of the darkness. It was a small, blue, fox looking creature, ice clinging to the wall behind it. It seemed afraid, no one knew why until they heard the low, deep growl behind them. Turning they came face to face with the creature Taylor had seen the night before.

“Jake! What do we do?” Taylor looked at him and it was the first time she had ever seen him look scared, he grabbed her hand, she grabbed Tyler's with her other one. 

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[breakingisabella]

okay so a lovely anon requested this scenario based on a previous post i made and i posted my response earlier but i actually misread their ask and wrote something completely different SO here’s my make-up response. it’s super long and not great because i’m tired but i hope it’s okayyyy

bella opens the door to charlie’s house to find alice on the doorstep

she had stayed there the night before after helping charlie plan a community hike into the early hours of the morning and had just decided to crash there

“bella-… don’t drive your car to work.” alice commanded, her golden eyes wide and frantic

“what?” bella scoffs. “how else am i supposed to get there?”

“edward’s going to pick you up in a few minutes and take you there.”

“why? what’s wrong with my car?”

“i had a vision, you were in a crash on the highway. you-…”

now bella’s eyes widen and she puts her hand to her mouth. “oh my god alice, i died?” she squeaks, horrified

“yes. bella it was horrible i-… please don’t get in your car.”

“um okay. sure, alice.”

“thank you.”

“i should probably be thanking you. you definitely just saved my life. i forgot how handy that little gift of yours is.”

“sometimes it can be a blessing, it’s true.” alice smirks, pleased to have saved the day. then she turns on her heel and runs into the forest opposite charlie’s

edward picks her up a few minutes later as predicted 

“i hope alice’s vision didn’t freak you out too much.” bella says to him on the drive in to work

it might be her imagination but he seems to be driving more carefully than he used to

“surely it scared you too?”

“yeah, but i figured out a long time ago that i was destined to die, like almost every other person on the planet. it’s a curse we’re forced to bear.”

he shakes his head, “it doesn’t have to be today.”

“you can’t save me every time edward.” she mutters. “that’s why you left, remember?”

“i remember. i know that there will be a day when i can’t do anything to save you. but again, today is not that day.”

they arrive at the store and as bella’s fumbling for her door keys she asks him if he’s going to come in

“as fun as working in the store sounds, i have to keep a low profile around town in case anyone recognises me.” he smirks. “my family and i are going to hunt, but i’ll be back before you close up to drive you home again.”

“ahh my knight with shining bmw.” she chuckles sarcastically

“six o’clock?”

“perfect. see you then.”

bella sets up for the day and has just started on her accounts when jake strides in and grins at her

“hey jake, what’s up?” bella says, putting down her pencil and looking at him expectantly

“not much. can you keep an eye on my bike for me?” he nods in the direction of the parking lot

“sure, why?”

jake throws her the keys as he answers, “i’m helping out with the fourth grade school field trip and then molly’s just gonna pick me and luke up from there to go for dinner so i won’t need it till tomorrow.”

“why do i need to take the keys?”

“in case i somehow decide it’s a good idea to come and get the bike before going down for the big beach party tonight and then think i can drive home after a few-…”

“okay i get it.” bella laughs. “sure, i’ll keep them here until you’re sober enough to get it and yourself home in one piece.”

“you coming to the party?”

“i can’t, i have plans?”

jake raises his eyebrows and surveys the accounts books, “sure, this looks super exciting.” 

“these are not my plans!”
“well then bring charlie to the party too!”

“jacob, i do have other things going on in my life. i have friends. i’m hanging out with an old high school friend as it happens.”

“who?”

“you wouldn’t remember them.”

“oh so it’s a date. is that why your car isn’t here? you spend the night with your date?” he teases her

“jake!”

“whatever, i don’t care and i’m going to be late for luke’s field trip and i need to earn back some dad points with him. i’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“i’ll be here.”

“you better be. love ya.”

“love you too jake.”

she hangs the keys up on the hook as jake leaves on foot and tries to get on with the day’s tasks without thinking about edward 

it’s not easy and she spends three hours stacking the same shelf because she keeps falling into a daydream about a certain meadow

towards the end of the day, just as the sun is starting to set her phone rings

it’s jake’s eldest daughter, justine

“aunt bella?” she says in a panicked voice 

“hey, what’s wrong? justine, are you alright?”

“not really… i-… god, i need you to come and get me.”

bella’s brow immediately furrows with worry as she pulls her jacket on with one hand and holds the phone in the other, “where are you?”

“i’m at the beach, i was with carter but he wanted to-… do stuff and i wasn’t ready and i told him to leave me here but now i’m stuck and-…”

“where are your parents?”

“mom’s not answering her phone and i didn’t want dad to know what happened. you’re the only other person i trust with this. please, please come and get me. i really need you.”

bella reaches the door and then remembers the major obstacle between her and her eldest goddaughter, “i don’t have my car.”

“how’d you get to the store?” justine asks as though the idea of being without a car is completely unbelievable 

“i got a ride… with a friend.”

“can you call them to come get me or something? please, it’s starting to get dark and i don’t know my way back and-…”

bella glances at the hook on the wall and spots jake’s keys 

“okay, okay. don’t panic. i’ll be there.”

“thank you aunt bella, i owe you one.”

alice saw it happen

and because alice saw it, edward did too

every agonising moment

a split second decision to grab jacob’s keys

even as edward took off in a sprint back towards forks he knew he’d never make it in time to stop her

the road was too wet

she took the bend too quickly in her haste to help the girl

jacob’s daughter

the bike’s engine squealed and there was a gut-wrenching thunk and crack as her skull met the tarmac

and then bella swan was gone

just like that

charlie insisted on seeing her at the hospital but he wished he had given in when they told him it wasn’t a good idea

the blood had matted her hair and her brown eyes stared at nothing, seeing nobody

the bloom in her cheeks, her warmth, had completely evaporated

jake picked charlie up from the hospital and took him home

two men, their faces warped by age, desolately mourning the girl they had both loved more than themselves 

both blaming themselves for her death

jake tried to console charlie even as his own heart was breaking but charlie wouldn’t listen

“i’m her dad jake. i’m supposed to protect her. i’m the one that’s supposed to tell her that everything’s gonna be alright even when i don't think it will be and then it’s my responsibility to go out there and change the world in every way to make sure that things are alright for her. i’m-… except i’m not. i’m not her dad anymore jake. my daughter’s dead. i’m not a dad. you can’t be a father to a person that doesn’t exist. and what am i if i’m not bella swan’s dad? i’m nothing.”

“charlie. bella will always exist. you think something as insignificant as death could stop her from being a part of our lives? no way. she’s here and she’s looking after us, just like she always did.”

“i wish i could believe that jake. but i don’t. i’m never gonna see her again. i’m never gonna get to tell her how much i love her or how much i wish-… i wasted so much time jake. i should have followed renee when she took bella away from forks, i should have insisted that i be a part of her life from the beginning. i lost out on so much of her life.”

“it’s not your fault.”

“of course it is.”

“well it still doesn’t matter charlie. you might not have had quite as much time with her as you would have wanted, but you still go a lot of time with her. and bella is-… was… so extraordinary that even a minute with her brought the joy of a lifetime.”

“she never hurt a single person in her entire life.”

“i don’t think she’d agree with that.”

“what do you mean?”

“she always used to say that she knew she’d go to hell because she’d put you through it more than once and it seemed only fair that she have a turn too.”

“god if that girl ended up in hell then there’s no hope for god himself getting into heaven.”

“it’s gonna be okay charlie. and you’ll always be her dad. you think i’d stop being a dad if something happened to my kids? or do you think my kids would stop having a dad if something happened to me?”

“i guess not.”

“some things can’t be broken. no matter what. now come on, stop moping around. we got a store to run.”

they go to the bookstore and clean it up preparing it for business as usual the next day, as bella would have done

the register is still on

she hadn’t thought she’d be long

she was going to get justine on the back of the bike and ride her all the way back to the store, telling her not to tell jake that she had let his daughter ride without a helmet

then she would have made two mugs of hot tea and made justine tell her everything

she would have held her goddaughter while she cried and made everything feel better

after an hour or two of working hard, keeping his mind off the pain, charlie gave in and retreated to bella’s apartment above the store to be alone

jake remained downstairs trying not to think

he’d told charlie not to blame himself because he knew for a fact that bella’s death was nobody’s fault but his own

if he had only kept his keys

if he had only trusted himself to be sensible for once

then the silver bells above the door chime interrupting his thoughts

“we’re closed.” he says coldly

“i know.” edward replies.

[love-for-ever-more]

I wanna feel love: Part 5

A Deacury fic

John was relishing his moments of closeness with Freddie having him in his arms when he heard the phone ringing from downstairs. He gently and very very carefully laid Freddie down in his bed trying not to wake him up and slowly dragged the covers on him.

Despite the phone ringing, he took his time and caressed his forehead with his fingertips and felt that his fever had been reduced. He gently kissed his cheek and then closed the curtains before tiptoeing to the door.

He answered the phone and then went to his room to pack his suitcase for his journey. He didn't feel so excited about this trip anymore, he preferred to stay here and take care of Freddie. Maybe he could visit his family one of the upcoming weekends, next month perhaps. He wasn't sure about that either.

He got down again and called Veronica. He explained to her why he didn't make to visit her earlier in the morning and was relieved to hear that she wasn't hurt for standing her up nor angry. They chatted for some minutes and John promised to visit her as soon as he would return. She was a nice girl and he liked her. As a friend.

When he started dating her, about four months ago, Freddie was already behaving differently. He had turned into an introvert and that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing to John, thinking he himself was one if Freddie's attitude wasn't that larger than life attitude; that John adored seeing. So considering that, it was a bad thing.

'He is deeply preoccupied with something and he doesn't want to talk about it, at all.. he is more reserved than ever and his effervescent self is nowhere near. I wonder what's eating him up..' he thought as he entered his room again.

His suitcase was half ready when he found a two-year-old picture of him and the boys, among his t-shirts inside one of his drawers. He remembered that day very clearly. It was a strangely warm day during March '71, some months after their acquaintance and they had gone for a picnic in a small forest outside Surrey. Freddie was wearing a tight, light blue, satin pair of pants and a short-sleeved satin shirt, in the color of the August full moon. He looked stunning.

'Stunning as always' John whispered.

They all had a gorgeous day, that day; they laughed at Roger's half-baked apple pie - his only responsibility for the day- they laughed when a gadfly got trapped in Brian's jungle hair and all of them forgave Roger for letting them starve when they heard him say " Oi Bri! Do you think it's better to be a gadfly or get bitten by one?"

And of course, he had a great day cause he spent it sitting next to Freddie or hiking next to Freddie or laying on the grass beside Freddie's constant complaints of dirtying his clothes. When they returned home it was late evening and John had offered to do Freddie's laundry. They all had dinner together - made by Roger with Brian's help 'just in case' as he had said-

At the end of the day, Freddie walked John back to his flat cause "you're only twenty, darling! You're so little! What if anything happens to you?" but John felt too flattered to complain; though he knew Freddie would also be in trouble if anything happened to them, on their way.

'Freddie is always protective towards me... I just wish I could protect him from everything that tortures him and causes him so much pain and discomfort' John was brooding over his friend's behavior. 'He feels lost and he needs help, standing back on his feet' he thought, zipping his case.

The doorbell startled him. He put the photo on his pillow and rushed downstairs to open the door. He wasn't eager to see the person behind it. Not that he didn't like that person, he was jealous of that person.

John and Mary had never been close friends. They were hanging out with the same people very often but it was never just the two of them. Therefore, there wasn't much to talk about with her. They hardly ever addressed to each other directly and it was always Freddie who initiated any talks between the two of them. Much to John's delight, they weren't seeing each other as much as they were a year or so, ago. She had stopped spending every night in Freddie's room and John was happy he didn't have to leave his room at 2 or 3 in the morning in order not to hear them making love. In fact, she hadn't been in Freddie's room for over a month.

But now, he could feel his jealousy creep up again in him. Having to endure the thought of them sleeping together in the same room and bed seemed insufferable. Not to think about them kissing, cuddling or having sex...

He once more wished he could stay here this weekend, looking after Freddie or just sitting on a chair next to his bed only to make sure he felt comfortable enough or safe enough to enjoy his sleep.

'Stop being selfish, you idiot!' he groaned 'you should be happy for her loving him. He deserves all the love in the world.. that should be enough for you'

He sighed heavily and at the second knock, he faked a smile and opened the door.

"What a dismal weather this is!" she hurried inside and immediately took off her soaked trench coat.

"God! It's only 3am and it looks like it's 8 in the evening! It's horrible out there, I tell you! I thought I had to rent a boat to get me here..it's only a miracle I arrived" she exclaimed and threw her hands in the air in a dramatic way.

"Umm hello" John said when she had sat on the couch. She was so absorbed in her little sketch she forgot to greet him.

"John! Hi! I'm sorry for all this but try passing the street and you will understand me... How's Freddie?"

"Well, he's sleeping now"

"I'd like to see him" she stated and got up.

"Maybe it's better to let him rest for now. Would.. would you like something to drink?" he replied, not knowing why he replied like this.

It was her boyfriend, after all, he couldn't prevent her from seeing him anyways.

"Nonsense!" she refused

"I'll go up, now!"

"Ok. I'll come with you" John said quietly and followed her upstairs to Freddie's room.

Freddie could hear their small talk as they were climbing up the stairs. The second knock had woke him up but he had stayed in bed. He decided to act as if he was still asleep so he could avoid seeing Mary a bit longer.

He turned his body to face his wardrobe and closed his eyes, as soon as he heard the doorknob turn.

"When did he get sick?" Mary asked when she entered.

"This morning" John answered, motioning her to keep her voice low.

"Then why didn't he come to me last night?" she asked again, slowly sitting beside him.

"I don't know. I thought he did" John mumbled.

"Where does he vanish to?" Mary asked but John didn't answer her. He, too, didn't know.

Some minutes of total silence passed and the only sound Freddie could hear was the heavy downpour, pitting the walls of the house like bullets and the violent gust of the wind rattling along the housetop. Freddie tightened his grasp on his covers but stayed motionless.

"John" he heard Mary talk again, "do you know why Freddie keeps distance himself from me?"

John didn't answer that question too.

"It's been quite a while since we-" Mary continued.

"Mary, look, I'm sorry but I don't know anything.." he sounded more upset than he wanted. "I think we should let him rest. Let's go downstairs.." he sighed.

"He trusts you, you know. More than Roger and Brian" she said as she got up. "Are you sure he hasn't told you anything?"

John shook his head and led Mary out of the room, closing carefully the door behind them.

Freddie let a deep sigh when they left the room. He stayed there and listened to the sound of the rain. The silver glow of a lightning penetrated the wooden shutters and the sharp, loud crack of the thunder made him almost jump. "My God.." he whispered "how's Deaky gonna travel in such a weather?" He shifted in his bed for a while but his weariness caught up with him once more... He didn't want to fall asleep.. cause every time he dared to slumber he relived his experiences with Greg.

His cruel words, his violent movements, his rugged ways of alluring him.. every unpleasant feeling used to come back in his mind when he was ready to fall asleep or worse when he was sleeping.

Pleasure and lust mixed up with tears and pain, orgasms followed by shame, late sneak outs from Greg's place because of Greg's incompetence to feel something beautiful for him or even offer him a simple hug right after they had sex not to speak about waking up together.

'Why can't he feel something beautiful for me? Why does he feel ashamed of me? Why do I have to be a damn fuck for him?' These questions were pinned in his mind, so many whys.. so much pain and regret... Nothing of all these had to do with love. He understood that.

"He only sees me as a piece of meat.." Freddie sighed "He doesn't even touch me when we are fucking...I finish myself off.. How pathetic is that?'' he spat feeling sorry for himself. "I don't deserve to be treated like that" he whispered and despite trying to hold it back, the pain came out like an uproar from his throat in the form of a silent scream. 'Will I ever be able to feel loved?' he thought and secretly wished John had stayed with him. He felt calm with John next to him.

Tears burst forth like waterfalls soaking his face, once more. Every ounce of his strength was gone, the heavy cloudiness in his heart was directly rivaling the heavy cloudiness in the sky. He cried himself to a restless sleep once again.. blurry images of Mary and Greg haunted his mind once more.

'Why can't you be more like the others?' Greg's voice echoed 'turn around and bend over', 'no... I said no kissing'

And then Mary's image appeared 'we're made for each other.. why do you want to leave? Stay here with me... I love you so much'

Freddie kept turning around in his sleep unable to get rid of all those images...

The horrible laughter of Greg's roommate making fun of him, came back along with his horrible words 'I wouldn't let him come near me... unless he was bent' and Freddie felt so small and unprotected.

He moved in a defensive crouch, hugging his legs in front of his chest covering his face with his hands trying to hide from the tall and extremely slim figure who was getting closer to him. A bright light coming from behind the man made it difficult to see his face. The unknown man stood in front of him, looking down on him as if he was a giant. Freddie's body was shaking, his mind was in confusion.. he must have been burning from fever..he must be in delirium.. but this dream felt so real.. the dark figure kneeled next to him just a few inches away and hesitantly pulled Freddie's hands off of his face. Freddie felt his heart beating like crazy as he felt the other man's breath touching him. He kept his eyes closed out of fear of not knowing what to expect when he suddenly felt a light kiss on his forehead. His heart stopped as he felt the warm breath on his cheeks and the unknown man's lips brush over his brow. And then the man receded back slowly, taking Freddie's agony, with him. He whispered something as he was getting up on his feet again but Freddie couldn't hear it. He started shaking again when his mind cleared and he realized he wasn't sleeping and that.. wasn't a dream. He slowly opened his eyes and with a timid voice, he mumbled the unknown man's name.

"John.." he managed to make himself audible enough and he saw him turn and face him.

He took a step closer to Freddie again and kneeled next to him for the second time.

"Freddie.." he lisped "How-how do you feel?" his mind was deluged with questions 'did he feel the kiss? Why did I do it? Why kiss him? What's he gonna think now? Does he think that I took advantage of him? Why kiss him? I probably scar-'

He was absorbed in his thoughts when he suddenly felt Freddie's lips gently brush his own.

You could hardly call it a kiss cause there wasn't the slightest movement on either side..their breaths mixed together and the only common point between them was the slightest brushing of their lips.

John felt his heart flutter in his chest as Freddie put a small tinge of pressure on his lips. He kept his eyes open and indulged in Freddie's view right in front of him. His breath was stuck in his throat as his eyes traveled on Freddie's black thick eyelashes, on Freddie's nose... He had dreamt this moment for so long and yet he couldn't react.. now that it was happening.

A tiny smile formed on his face and he felt Freddie's lips disappear.

"John.." Freddie mumbled again "I think I'm burning" that brought him back, out of his astonishment.

"Um... let me... let's turn on the light and get you the thermometer.." John fought to find the right words.

Freddie nodded and closed his eyes again. 'Did I kiss him? Did he kiss me?!' he wondered '..or is my mind playing tricks?'

John took his temperature right away.

"It's 98F... do you feel any better?"

"Not really...I-I feel..tired...I wanna go back to sleep.. but every time I close my eyes I.." his voice trailed off and finally stopped.

"You will feel better I promise" he smiled. "I got you some clean clothes in case you wanna take off the bathrobe and.." he swallowed hard "Mary is downstairs..in case you need anything. Ok?"

"Oh.. she is?" he tried to fake a surprise.

"Yeah..she came about an hour ago..I-I have to leave now..it's gonna be difficult to find a taxi in such a weather"

Freddie sighed heavily "ok.. will..will you call tomorrow?" he asked quietly and sniffled his nose in his sleeve.

"Of course I will.. you know that.." John smiled.

Freddie wearily smiled back "John..is it possible for you to stay for a while till I fall asleep?"

"Of course" his smile widened as he sat on the bed next to Freddie watching him closely fighting to hold back his sorrow. He wanted to take Freddie's hand in his own but decided against his will... he was afraid maybe it was too much.

When Freddie brushed his hand against John's and left it to rest there, touching his, he couldn't help anymore and he gently took it in his own holding it firmly but tenderly.

John saw him fall back to sleep in a matter of seconds with a small smile on his face and stayed there looking at him with his eyes full of love engulfed by his wildly beating heartbeat, lacking the courage to be expressed... He curled his lips into the most delicate and dainty smile and quietly left the room.

                      ~ ~ ~ ~

It took John about an hour to get to the train station and about twenty minutes to make his way to the right platform. Through many rushed sorrys he found an empty corner to stand.

'Let's hope there won't be a delay..' he heard someone say to someone near him.

'Most departures got canceled..' someone else said angrily. 'I was supposed to travel at 3.40.. but I've got no money to go anywhere, so I'm forced to wait here'

'It's dangerous to travel with a weather like this..they know what they're doing..have some faith people' a third person joined them.

Hundreds of people were around John but he only wished he could see a very specific one among them. The one who couldn't get out of his mind and was always in his heart.

'Hopefully, we'll be playing in front of such a huge audience one day' he wished and his mind drifted on Freddie prancing on stage, treating their audience with an amazing performance and an even more amazing Queen repertoire, 'or maybe even bigger' he smiled.

He leaned his back against a lamppost and tried to observe the people around him. The loud voices, the rushed people with the irritated faces...everything seemed out of order and yet everything seemed in their place... The heavy storm hadn't stopped all afternoon, it was getting stronger yet and made John close his eyes, to block the pandemonium around him. Freddie's face appeared, whispering with his mellifluous voice sweet I love yous to him. John sighed dreamily..he couldn't get enough of these I love yous...

Suddenly a loud voice coming from the speakers managed to muffle the continuous and chaotic hubbub and informed them that all departures had been canceled due to the bad weather until further notice. John sighed frustrated "why took them so long?" he mumbled and grabbed his suitcase, ready to give a fight to get a taxi.

It took him more than an hour to return home and when he opened the unlocked door of their house it was almost 9:00pm. He left his suitcase beside the door and took off his coat and his shoes. He noticed a lambent glow emanating from the fireplace being the only light downstairs. The gentle crackling of the burnt wood was breaking the dead silence inside the house.

[i-am-here-imagines]

Match Up #4

“ I would like a matchup!😄I'm a 5'4 straight Hispanic female. Appearance: chubby, shoulder length black curly/wavy hair, with dark brown eyes. Hobbies: hiking forest mountains, MMA, working out, reading, learning about things you don't learn in school (like did you know that the most feared pirate of all time is a female named Dian Murray? Or that soda and chlorine will make a small explosion?) Likes: family, cute things, k-drama (romantic ones with unlikely pairing), action movies, manga. Dislikes: disrespectful ppl, ignorant ppl, ppl who don't try hard when they want something. Personality: stoic/mad at 1st but actually loud, bubbly, very self-conscious, hardworking, some say aggressive but I don't see it, I can't stand up for my self but will do for loved ones, accepting of everyone (mostly because I know what it feels like to be excluded) and rarely hates on anyone (only if they meet my dislikes or if they pick on my loved ones).

I'm sorry for the number of asks I'm sending I didn't anticipate sending in so much info😅. Anyways I believe you ask for that's kind I trait we look for in a romantic partner. Well, would like to be with a person that accepts me for who I am but is not afraid of helping me improve myself. ”

Requested by @gwen4h !

Surprisingly, yet also not surprisingly, it was pretty easy to figure out a match up for you. :3 Sorry it took so long! I’ve had some internet issues, so hopefully, this was worth the wait!

I pair you with…

Midoriya!

You two likely met when Midoriya at a local gym. He probably noticed you when you first started visiting because of some work out apparel you were wearing that was <favorite hero> themed, but was probably too nervous to really go out on a limb and introduce himself. Eventually, you asked him if he could spot you while you doing maxes, and got to know each other a little better before he asked if you’d like to go out for lunch/coffee/etc.

The first date turned out to be less awkward as expected, and you both managed to learn quite a bit about each other. He asked about your hobbies and you two (of course) had many things in common. There happened to be a superhero movie coming out, which led to another meeting (*cough*date*cough*) being planned.

Now, it definitely took some time before he realized he had feelings for you; you two had worked out together, gone on several hikes, runs, and casual strolls, and you had geeked out over your favorite mangaka and movies, yet it took him a good couple months to realize that you two clicked well. Like, really well.

Once he finally asks you out, he’ll probably have planned out everything from the brand of shoes he wore and the organization of the silverware at the restaurant he’d take you to. He’d probably keep it simple from an outsider’s perspective, but every single detail would be meaningful so you’d be impressed. Good ol’ Midoriya making sure you know you’re cared about.

You two would regularly bond over the fact you were once somewhat ostracized from others around you, and try to volunteer and help others despite Midoriya’s hero work. If you see a little kid being bullied while out on a walk, you both step in and try to teach the kids a moral lesson about treating others kindly.

Both you and Midoriya tend to geek out over series you two end up watching on Netflix and such, knowing each easter egg, reference, and the character’s actors, and you both end up testing each other’s knowledge teasingly every once in a while.

Midoriya didn’t really have this sort of tradition in his family, but you end up planning a day of the week for you to either visit his mom or your family on a weekend day for a family dinner. Midoriya never really had big family dinners or anything, but he finds out he loves spending time with people that remind him of you. Plus, he gets to know and learn to value the people that are the most important to you.

While Midoriya was a bit of a nerdy guy, he had never actually watched a Korean drama. It wasn’t like he was opposed to the idea, but he had been so consumed by studying heroes that it never really crossed his mind. But once you came into his life and introduced some of his favorites to him? He was hooked and it was adorable how he’d cry when the simple shop owner would win the heart of the girl love interest rather than the fancy CEO. :>

He is genuinely impressed when you tell him some obscure fact about something, like how most toilets flush in Eb or how all the swans in England belong to the Queen. Despite him have several notebooks full of hero facts, he still is baffled that you took the time to learn all these crazy little details about the world. It’s also fun for the two of you to take some time to simply exchange things you know while bundled up in blankets on the couch and vegging out on snacks.

These were fun and easy to write, please request again! ^^ I didn’t write as many headcanons as I normally do, so I made them longer to make up for it. Hope you like these!

-muncats

[padfootagain]

Hi! Congrats on your 1 year anniversary!! I was hoping I could get a ship for Marvel. I'm a girl, my name is Natalie. I love art and writing and I'm constantly drawing everyday. I'm a big fan of just being myself and having fun. I tend to sing out loud and dance around the house when I'm bored (I'm clumsy). I'm very protective of my friends and family as well. I absolutely love your A Recipe for Love series, it was amazing! And I'm looking forward to you writing about Sherlock!

Thank you for your request! I'm glad you like A RecipeFor Love, and, oh god… I know, I want to start writing for Sherlock, but I'mstruggling a bit, tbh.

Anyway, I hope you like your ship!

The post is quite long, so everything's under the cut:D

I ship you with : Loki

How did you two meet? What about the first kiss?

You meet onEarth right after Loki dropped his father in a retirement home. You just bumpinto him and spill your coffee on his shirt. And if his first reaction is theurge to turn you into a lizard, a look at your embarrassed expression and yourthousand apologies make the thought vanish from his mind. And for some reason,he would rather invite you for a coffee, as a payback for his ruined shirt.

Takingcoffee every Friday morning before you would go to work becomes a habit. Untilhe asks you for a proper date to join him in a restaurant. You share your firstkiss under the shining stars.

He loveshow clumsy you can be, he loves your will to do good, he loves your loyaltytowards your friends and family, it makes him feel like he could almost touchthose things he doesn't have. He also loves how joyful and natural you are. Andyou love how polite he is around you, because he always acts like a gentleman.You also fall for the broken side of him, that he is very good at hiding, butnot that good either, not around you.You catch glimpses of it, and it's enough to let you guess the truth.

 Your movie is: Beauty and the Beast

Loki is atortured person, and he still struggles to find his place in the middle of hisown life. He still struggles to find out his own definition of family, but you help him through allthis, without even knowing that you do. You are a ray of sunshine, and his lovefor you makes him realize many things concerning Thor and his father. He comesat peace with a few tormenting things about his past, and it's all thanks toyou and your way to see the world with brighter eyes than he is used to do himself.

 Your song is : Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

You worry alot about the fact that you will age must faster than he will. And to be fairlyhonest, Loki had never planned to fall in love with you in the first place. Heenjoyed your company, found out that he would appreciate getting a bit morethan a few words shared a cup of coffee, but at the beginning, he doesn'timagine for a second that he's going to actually love you. And yet he does. Butyou both eventually find out that you don't really care about that. Your loveis strong enough, and if Loki loves your body, he adores your soul even more.He will be here till your last breath.

 Yourquote is: 'LeCoeur a ses raisons que la Raison ignore.' By Blaise Pascal

Which, with a terrible translation by me,means : heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing about.

He doesn't knowwhy he falls in love with you. And you don't really know why you fall in lovewith him either. Because you are a bit opposite, actually, but perhaps that'swhy you fit so well together in the end, like two magnets attracted by eachother. In the end, you are extremely happy together and have a good influenceon each other, so it doesn't really matter.

 Your moodboard is:

Cutie fluffy drabble: Rainy afternoon 

Loki wantedto take you on a date in a forest that he liked, but you were stuck in yourflat instead, the weather ruining your plans of an afternoon walking andtalking in the woods. And Loki wasn't taking the whole situation very well.

He heavedanother frustrated sigh as he looked at the falling rain by the window, thattraced strange forms on the glass.

"If Ididn't know any better, I could have blamed my brother for that," Lokimumbled.

You let outa laugh, pouring some hot tea in two large cups.

"Brother?He's back at being your brother now?"

Loki gaveyou a small but thankful smile.

"Healways has been. You reminded me that."

You broughthim a cup of the warm beverage, and he thanked you with a brighter smile and a peckon your forehead.

"Forhow long are you staying?" you asked softly.

Becauseafter all, you knew that Loki would have to go home to Asgard, eventually.Before answering, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into a tenderembrace.

"I'llleave tomorrow. I'm in no hurry today," he reassured you.

"I'mglad you could come this week."

"Whata shame that the weather is playing against us," he grumpily mumbled inhis cup of tea, before taking a sip.

You laughedat him again.

"Idon't need a bright sun to be spend a lovely time with you, darling," youreassured him, tightening your hold on him. "As long as you're here, I'mhappy."

You felthim smiling in your hair as he dropped a sweet kiss on your head, and youburied your face in his shoulder.

"Youknow, maybe we can't go hiking in the forest, but… we still can cuddle,"you offered, making him chuckle.

"I wasnever the cuddling kind," he teased.

"Igave you excellent cuddling lessons. You're ready for a full cuddlesession."

"Ifyou say so, my darling."

"Iknow so, love."

You gavehim a tender smile, taking his hand and pulling him towards the couch.

"Come,now. Let's just be together for a while."

He nodded, followingyou across the room.

"You'reright, Natalie. Us together… it's more than enough."

[yourdlmatchmaker]

I think this one is the longest match up I’ve answered so far… :’)

“Hello there, this looked fun. Could I have a long match-up please?

1. Physical appearance: 5'4" (163cm) 100lbs (45kg) very long dark reddish brown hair, dark brown eyes, olive skin (Mix of Thai, English and German) My look has been compared to a scaled down (in height) fashion model – that is long legs, very skinny, high somewhat hollow cheek bones, narrow face and a high forehead with almost no bust to speak of and a teeny tiny waist, I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

2. Personality: Oh my, where do I begin? Well, I’m definitely an extreme introvert. People usually seem to think I come across as very professional and aloof. I try to be kind and courteous to everyone I meet, but if they do or say anything that bothers me I can be a little prickly and sometimes downright vicious. Little do they know though that I’m like that, because I’m terribly shy around strangers and have a very strong desire to make people happy and protect them. I fear getting close to others, because I don’t want to hurt or be hurt and have a very hard time finding people I can bond with in both an intellectual and emotional way, so I hide behind distance and politeness. Just because I’m shy at first though, doesn’t mean I won’t be a chatterbox once you get to know me though. Once I’m comfortable with you I’ll share (almost) all of my ideas, random musings and gripes, if I think you’ll be receptive towards it anyways. That takes a very long time though and so far only two people have gotten to that point with me. For people that I’m friends with normally I tend to act in a sort of motherly way, giving them advice and helping them with their problems – sometimes admittingly to my own detriment. As well as taking care of them when they are sick or having emotional issues. I don’t like to help people, but on some level I feel like I must do so especially if I know them.

I’m normally a very logical person, so much so that I will occasionally say the wrong thing or offer ideas or advice when it’s not what the other person is looking for, which I realize after the fact but because I really like to just ‘fix’ things I have a hard time understanding that sometimes people need to emotionally vent, and I often just get confused by it. I’ll try to “be there” for them despite that but it is still difficult.

Despite my size and shy disposition I’m actually extremely hard to intimidate and will stand up for myself and other people very quickly. It doesn’t matter who my opponent is or how big, strong or powerful they are, I will stand my ground possibly to the end if I believe in my cause strongly enough (though because of my protective nature it is very easy to make me back down by threatening other people). No matter how many feminine things there are that I love, for some reason I always feel like I end up coming across as a bit too masculine and I often feel a bit more male than female. This isn’t necessarily out of a desire to be male, but rather I feel like I have more masculine than feminine qualities and also feel like I am sadly bereft in the supposedly more girlish personality traits of my sex. Despite this though I have no real desire to change my personality or sex, I am who I am after all. Nevertheless I remind people more of their brothers and sons, and my tiny social circle is all boys (at the moment.)

3. Scorpio (Sun), Gemini (Moon), Gemini (Rising) (The last two are important because despite having almost all of the Scorpio traits, once you get to know me I never shut up. ^_^;)

4. Hobbies/Interests: Drawings, painting (I like both fine art and illustration and can work in several different mediums – acrylic, watercolour, marker, ink and even digital art. Fantasy art, Surrealism, Manga and Impressionism are examples of styles I can do, and I’m still working towards improving my hyperrealist style.) I’ve been obsessed with making art since I was a very small child and at this point it’s really become my life’s work. I dedicate so much of my time, energy and resources to this that I forget to eat or sleep and become a bit of a shut-in. Reading: (Most of my books are non-fiction, though I do enjoy some older fiction on occasion – The Silmarillion, The Great God Pan and pretty much anything by H.P. Lovecraft being some examples. My library contains field guides, books on botany, mycology, medicine, artbooks, anatomy, geography, geology, microbiology, mythology, occult/witchcraft, religion, linguistics, phrasebooks, particle physics, cartography, calligraphy, history, psychology, genetics (…probably a lot more but we’ll be here for far too long.) Gardening: I love growing all sorts of things, but especially herbs and flowers. My living area is full of plants of many different kinds and I devote a significant portion of my time and energy to them. I also like to grow tropical plants from the seeds of fruit that I buy at the grocery store. Manga and Anime: I don’t seem immediately like the sort of person who would love popular culture, but the fact that I can enjoy some fun stories while reading or watching in a language that is not my native tongue has always been the main motivation behind this obsession. I’m also madly in love with cute things and ink drawings. Video Games: Another thing people probably wouldn’t expect by looking at me but… I have a HUGE collection of games (on my computer) of many different kinds. Like with anything else I do, I have to play everything in it’s original language (it’s more fun and respects the artistic integrity more.) I mostly like JRPGs and Visual Novels now, but I used to love Sierra games when I was younger, and some FPS like Doom. There is no type of game I won’t play. Though gaming is generally the lowest thing on my list of priorities these days. Cooking: I like to cook, can can do many different styles. Mostly Thai, but also frequently Japanese (both traditional and modern), Italian, German, English etc. I can cook pretty much anything though I don’t like baking as much. (I’m not super fond of sweets, except on the rare occasion when I must have them.) Fashion and Makeup: I am completely unable to leave the house without makeup and sunscreen and always have to make sure my clothing is at least presentable and neat. I actually enjoy applying makeup and like experimenting with it (I hate doing my hair though, the length is too much so I usually bun or ponytail it.) I also like a few Jfashions, Mori-Girl, Otome-kei and Classical Lolita especially. Unfortunately I’m also a very active person so I usually end up dressing in a more Korean style instead (tight high-waisted jeans, long sleeved tight black shirts and heeled boots – is running in heels a skill? XD), but when it’s practical to do so I love wearing the frilliest dresses I can find with a very poofy petticoat, a bonnet and floral designs. Hiking: I like to forage in the forest for mushrooms and plants when I can. I find that the fresh air and beautiful scenery calms me down and energizes me. Studying Languages: I haven’t had as much time for this lately, but it’s a side hobby. Unfortunately Japanese is the only one I’ve gotten particularly far in… (There are not enough hours in the day or night.)

5. I like: Tea (Especially Earl Grey, must be high quality or I get a stomach ache… yeah I know, its true. @_@), coffee (espresso in lattes or specialty black coffee made in a French Press, no drip :P), Self discipline, Quiet time, Nature, Music (all kinds, though especially symphonic metal), WalkingI love: My cats (though I get along quite well with all felinekind and animals in general (save humans :P), Plants (I mean every kind of plant, though trees and flowers stick out a bit), Fungi (even molds, though not when they’re growing on my food), Beautiful things, Art Supplies, Bright and pastel colours, Antiques, Books, Art, Paintings, Illustration, Shopping for art suppliesI dislike: When people look untidy, Foul smells, People that bore me, Small talk, Sloth, Loud noises, Erratic behavior, Selfishness, People who act overtly friendly and try to get close to you too fastI loathe: Cruelty (especially towards animals and children), Cowardice, Deliberate ignorance, People who complain a lot, Irresponsibility

6. I was unable to bond with my sole caregiver due to extreme child abuse and neglect on their part, In addition to that I was not allowed to attend school until my teenage years (I was educated very strictly at home, supposedly because I was too advanced to fit in at school – though it might also have been to keep me prisoner at home all the time. >_<). Due to this I have had a very hard time fitting in with society as my childhood was mostly spent alone, reading, drawing, playing computer games, spending time with the cats that I lived with and going out into nature (I made friends with a couple of squirrels.) Much of what I knew about people and the world was gleaned from books, magazines and the internet – although I was allowed to associate with a few family friends on occasion. I did have a very good intellectual education (though often held to impossible standards), but because I was so cut off from more normal ways of socializing I still have a very hard time relating to other people.“Relationship-wise” I’m umm… actually extremely submissive in private (^_^;) (Not something most people would expect as I seem very proud and dominant normally). I’m also very easy to embarrass as I’m not very comfortable talking directly about certain sorts of… umm… “romantic” things and avoid almost all forms of public affection. Above all else I look for people who can understand and relate to me via interests and experiences and who I can also relate to in the same way. Probably the same thing most people look for… but figured I should mention it. Would rather not be paired up with Ruki, I have a huge personal grudge against him that dates back to More Blood – and a part of me still plots his doom. (I apologize deeply to all the Ruki fans though.)

Hope this wasn’t too long, I feel a bit silly. (^_^;)

Take your time and have fun with this.

Could I please be anonymous?”

Admin Abi: Oh my~ what a long and detailed match up!! I really enjoyed reading it and I NEED to say that I felt identified with many parts!! Well~ I hope you get to see it “anon-chan” ;D and I thank you for the long wait. Long reply for a long match!

*finishing your match up*

Your romantic match is…

Reiji!

I must say/confess…I seriously I thought I was reading Reiji’s female description! I don’t intend to offend you and I apologize if I did. But you see…I want to explain myself a little more as to why I said it…

I'll tell you how you two met! After some time that you were studying in a school, you just wasn’t able to fit. Your parents then decided to change you into a more private school. They even changed you into a night-time school. During that time of the day, they thought you would be able to fit more since there would be less students as well as to keep your high level of education. They sing you up to this school and to be honest you weren’t very sure or excited about it. It would mean to adapt one more time and start all over again. Adapting to the time, education system and…met new people once again. On your first day you had a hard time finding your classroom…you were lost and let’s say you didn’t know exactly how you ended up in the chemistry laboratory. You knocked and…a handsome and elegant man opened. He seemed somehow annoyed, but he asked you what is that you wanted. You showed him your schedule and asked him where you could find your class. He gave you the directions and you thank him. This encounters seem to happen constantly since you seemed to always cross paths. He was always polite (and annoyed) and gave you instructions whenever you needed. One time you asked a girl of your class if she knew him so you could thank him properly for all his help. She was surprised and told you that he was no other that Reiji Sakamaki, the most popular family in school. She was more surprised that you get to be in good terms with the second eldest of the brothers.

“Reiji is well known to be the perfect gentleman…but he is unrechable. He’s cold towards everyone and thinks of himself above all. No one has see him dating any girl and he just closes himself in the chemistry laboratory, yet he is the top student in school. I really think you shouldn’t try to catch him, you’ll end up rejected” the girl told you. It’s not like you had those intentions with him in the first place, you just wanted to thank him. The next day you went to his class and simply left him a small note telling him how greatful you were. He was impressed? You couldn’t tell to be honest. You kept having encounters with him, you discovered that he was a little more open when you both were alone. He showed you his perfectionist nature as his sadist part. Yet…you seem to be unavoidable attracted to him. You of course were polite and a lady at first and that gave you extra points! He never confessed to you directly? He just simply let know that you now belong to him~.

He can’t believe how many things you both have in common. Just like you Reiji has an interest in botanics and science. You both have created a small garden with all types of herbs and a small section with flowers. You two sometimes have disagreements since you both are very logical, so you tend to discuss about some things. There were times in which you had troubles with him since he can’t stand being told what he should do (I mean it wasn’t your intention to offend him…you just tried giving him some advice!). Yet…even Reiji had it difficult to make you afraid…you were so difficult to intimidate, how you do it?.

He also had some troubles accepting or at least trying not to change you that much about your preferences. He sometimes have problems dealing with your more masculine nature…but well no one is 100% perfect. He sighs loudly and you know that you are doing something that is bothering him. He also doesn’t like that you tend to hang more with men that girls, yet he knows that even though you are nice and such with them…no one could provide you with the things he offers for you like a deep connection both mental and emotional. He also don’t mind the fact that you have social problems…I mean he manages to keep you with him almost all the time. He’s pleased whenever you dress like a lday or all cute just for him…it makes him feel good with the fact that he gets to know you better than anyone.

He understands what is like to grow alone and being force (in a way) to always give your best and being the best. He felt like he needed to have you all by himself and you fekt the same. You had someone to care for (well not literally but as a target to your attentions and love) and so has he. He always take care of you no matter the circunstances, he has found you and has no intention to let you go…never!

Your dates are mostly staying at his room, having a nice cup of Earl Grey tea (of the highest quality, who you think he is?) and discussing for hours about deep and serious topics. He enjoys your vast knowledge in literature, sciences, botanics, medice, linguistics, witchcraft (which he also has used), gentics…man, he can talk to you for hours and just like you said there are times you both wished the day had more hours to keep going. Even your drawings, pieces of art and knowledge in general never cease to stop to amaze him (he won’t admit it though…his biggest attempt to praise you, would be telling you “you did a good job” or “Indeed you are right about this”). Your interests are so vast that is incredible to make you both stop (Reiji is the one that always stops the conversation in order to go to sleep). Reiji sometimes have problems with your huge invest of time in your video games…but he accepts that a break once in a while is important. You small walks also doesn’t bother him that much…he has one of his familiars keeping an eye on you at all moments so he doesn’t have to worry and can concetrate on his chores and experiments in peace.

Reiji is a true gentleman: he always remembers the important dates, the things that you like and those you don’t. I can tell you that he knows perfectly that you are rather new when it comes with romantic things, so he doens’t push you into hand holding or kissing since he, himself, doesn’t like it. Your submissive nature with his dominant one makes a great combination, he feels so proud that he gets to see your true nature…and that you show it just for him…not just in a “pervert way”, but also as the chatty and even your akwardness. Because that true self with imperfections and all…is what makes you perfect to his eyes. You are so perfect together: YOU TWO HAVE SO MANY THINGS IN COMMON THAT HE SHOULD THANK HEAVENS FOR SENDING HIM SOMEONE AS PERFECT FOR HIM AS YOU!!

I hope you liked it and that I made sense? I feel that in some parts I wasn’t very clear or…maybe that was just my imagination…?

Either way hope you get to see it and like it of course…and thank you for your patience again!!