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Fargo (2014- ) tv series

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Farewell to 1934

Above: Ringing in the New Year at Times Square, 1934. We bid adieu to 1934 with some odds and ends, beginning with E.B. White’s observations for the upcoming year, which if anyone had noticed the uptick in Ascot tie purchases, just might be a bit rosier than previous years of the decade. Dec. 29, 1934 cover by S. Liam Dunn. White was also hopeful for a new year with a less dreadful press,…

[misctf]

I’m a Latino twink and I just got accepted into Alpha Delta Alpha but my fraternity brothers have been acting weird around me and I’ve overheard them talking about their “lost brother” and how something is “an abomination and needs to be fixed” there’s a party tonight and they’ve lent me some clothes I don’t want to wear them in case it’s some kind of prank

“Are you all fuckin’ serious?” Garrett Thompson cursed angrily, “Bros, what the actual fuck were you thinkin’?

“Dude, we tried our best!” One of his bros replied.

“Yeah! It wasn’t fuckin’ easy, bro.”

Garrett groaned and rubbed his temples. How could this be happening? How could... He figured it must’ve started at last year’s rager. One day, he’s a party animal. Lady’s man. Campus stud. Fuck, he lived quite the life. Then suddenly he’s a ghost. Some kind of accident. Total tragedy. Trapped between this world and the next. Just wandering around campus. Unseen, unheard, and worst of all- unable to get off. Months passed and as he wandered the frat house...

“Yooo bruh...” Jamie saw him, his eyes red from smoking weed, “Garrett is that you? So good to see you man.”

After months of not being seen, Garrett couldn’t believe it. Of course the stoner bro would make first contact. And Jaime- all too willing to delve into the occult- quickly started doing his research. Telling the other frat bros about Garrett.

“Dudes, hear me out.” Jaime slurred one night, “I know how to bring Garrett back.”

Garrett watched their plan unfold. Jaime rambling about some kind of magic and finding the perfect vessel. They would need some kind of anchor for Garrett’s spirit. He watched as they rummaged through old bins in their frat house and found his old jersey and clothes. Apparently getting some poor dumbass to wear his clothes would be all he needed to rejoin the living. But then things stalled. No one wanted to join Alpha Delta Alpha after Garrett’s accident. And no one wanted to wear some dead guy’s clothes. So, Garrett started to lose hope. Until...

“No fuckin’ way.” Garrett had thought when he saw you join the frat, “Bros!” He tried to yell, “You can’t let some fairy join! Dudes!”

But it was too late. When you joined, the frat was clearly uncomfortable. You weren’t exactly their ideal applicant. Lean and gay, you were certainly a first for Alpha Delta Alpha. And if the plan failed... well they’d be stuck with you... But it wasn’t just that. Some felt uncomfortable with the true purpose of you joining. Jaime’s plan was seen as an abomination by a few of them. But you largely ignored both the weird feelings you got and strange conversations you’d overhear tidbits of. Besides, they were your brothers.

And so when they came to you with some old clothes and told you to wear them, you did just that. After some initial hesitation, you stripped and picked up a jock strap. It was dirty, and carried a stale smell of sweat and cum. You cringed as you slowly pulled it up your legs, securing it around your cock and bubble butt.

“Fuck yeah.” Garrett said, watching you from the corner of the room. He grinned as he floated over and placed a hand on your cock, his eyes widening. It was brief, but he could actually feel the cloth of the jockstrap.  

You turned to inspect the other clothes, shifting uncomfortably at the sensation from your dick. Your tan cock started to lighten in color, becoming white with a thick, pink head. And as your bubble butt lost its padding and became thick with muscle, your cock started to grow. Inch after inch, it eventually settled on 5 inches soft. But you barely noticed these initial changes as you pulled up the basketball shorts. As they traversed your legs, the melanin in your skin broke down, turning your legs white. But it wasn’t just your skin that was changing. A forest of wiry leg hairs burst forth into existence, covering your now increasingly muscular calves and thighs. And as the shorts settled on your waist, you let out a moan.

“Fuck, he’s really enjoin’ this.” Garrett mumbled, watching as your muscular ass made contact with the bed, “Of course he is. Becomin’ a real fuckin’ man.” He grinned and sat next to you. His ghostly hand on your leg, “It’s basically jerking off.” He reassured himself as he wrapped his hand around your new cock.

You let out a moan as your cock hardened and bulged in your pants. You were always a bottom, rarely caring much about your cock. But now? Fuckkkkkkk.... It felt so good. Your mouth was agape, drool pooling as pleasure overwhelmed your brain. You hadn’t felt pleasure like this since you bottomed last. And in your haze, you looked down to see a hand. A ghostly hand.

“What?” Your eyes widened when you saw Garrett, “Oh fuck!”

Garrett pulled his hand away, “Dude! Shit! You can see me?” He could see the terror in your eyes, that only seemed to grow when he noticed his legs, “Okay, bruh... just chill.”

“No, no, no!” You say, “I...I...!”

“Stop fuckin’ talking and put the shirt on, bro.” Garrett insists, “Dude...” He grinned as he floated over to you, “I know you want this.” His hand rubbed up against the bulge in your pants, “You and me bro. Together. Come on.”

You bite your lip and resist letting out another moan. What the fuck was happening to you? What were these clothes doing to you? Did you want this? It would be nice, right? Would it? What would happen if you put the shirt on? You barely notice that the skin of your torso is becoming whiter. And your muscles are starting to expand. As you consider the possibility of becoming Garrett completely, your body is already moving in that direction. Before you can think more on this, Garrett’s ghost seemingly starts to sink into your body. His eyes are wide at first, he grins as he realizes he's being anchored.

“Wait...” You watch as your arm moves against your will and grabs the jersey, “Ohhhhhhhh....” You moan as your other hand grips your cock and starts to stroke.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and gasp. You look more and more like an Americanized Latino jock. Far from the twink you had been. And you cry out as the jersey is lowered onto your upper body. And as it settles into place, you groan. Muscles expand rapidly, filling out the jersey nicely. Your pecs become shelves- far from the lean musculature that got you compliments from all those tops. Your abs pop into existence, one by one. And you watch as your arms become a beefy mass of ripped triceps and biceps. Bulging with just slight movements. The strength flowing through you is so unfamiliar. So different. So...

“Fuck yeah bruh.” The words leave your lips without any input from your brain. The voice deep and dumb, “Dude, it feels so fuckin’ good to be alive.” You feel as your calloused hands roam your muscles, squeezing your pecs, “Nighty, nighty.”

And you feel yourself fading. Your mind wrapped warmly in thoughts of beer, football, and videogames. God, you couldn't wait to see your team play again. To grind up against someone at the club. What a life you were going to have now. A simplistic life. Garrett’s life. Your life...

Garrett grins as you settle on one identity, “Fuck....” He moans, “If dying meant doing that again...” He chuckles, “Alright, let’s...”

He strokes his cock and finds his favorite porno. Feminine moans fill the room, and Garrett breaths hard. Stroking faster- desperate. Growing frustrated as his cock softens. Not deriving the same pleasure that he used to. His mind wandering to post-game locker room showers. And his teammates' muscular bodies. And slowly, Garrett stops stroking his dick. His eyes start to widen.

“SHIT!”

Now, as he stands around his frat bros, he can’t help but wonder how he could be gay. How could Garrett Thompson, back from the dead, only want a dick up his ass? Garrett shakes his head and sighs. He couldn’t be angry at them... fuck they were so sexy. His eyes roam and he takes in their exposed muscular arms, and cocky grins. He imagines what they might be packing down there. What it might feel like to wrap his lips around their dicks. And his cock starts to stir.

“You good, bruh?”

Garrett snaps back to reality, “Yeah, yeah...” He flips them off, “You’re lucky you’re all so cute, you fuckers.”

The other bros looked at one another, sly grins forming on their faces. After all, Garrett owed them for all the trouble they went through. Right?

[aweina]

the way mike brushes abby’s hair and cradles garrett’s face … i firmly believe that he just loves to just admire you and cannot help but trace his hands over your temples and cheeks. his touch a little hesitant at first, scared you might disappear — scared he might hurt you, so the brushes from his fingertips are always feather light. he loves to study your facial features, permanently memorizing each little detail just because he wants to. it’s the feeling knowing you’ll never escape his mind, that you’re somewhat there when he’s away from you. every single fleeting touch on your skin and hair still ghost over his fingertips — in fact, he could even smell your soft perfume on his palms. you drift along his dreams, pulling him away from all his hellish nightmares, with a smile so bright and with eyes much more brighter. he could never forget you, he doesn’t really want to. 

[egypt-museum]

The Temple of Hatshepsut glows at sunset 

Hatshepsut’s temple is one of the world’s most striking architectural masterpieces, but perhaps even more noteworthy is the woman who commissioned it.

Photograph by Kenneth Garrett, National Geographic Creative

[lucygxybaird]

imagine holding billy in your arms as he lays dying, pat garrett's gun still breathing smoke like a dragon you can't vanquish.

billy's breath is rattling in his chest, each struggling to escape, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and over his temples. they leave stains on your skirt the color of storm clouds, stains that spread, stains that grow, like a tumor. you aren't crying. you feel as though you are being forced through the eye of a needle, everything inside you crushed and broken to fit, and in the process you are wrung dry.

his hand clutches tightly at your arm, his eyes flitting around blindly, a pair of frightened bluebirds. you stroke his forehead with your other hand as if you're his mother trying to soothe away a fever.

"hush," you whisper. "hush, hush, lie still. don't move too much."

as if it matters. as if it would save him, to lay still as a statue, a marble monument to youth bludgeoned into gray obscurity by a bullet, to tragedy, to a broken future. but you don't know what else to say, how else to comfort him.

he manages to say, in a voice cracked and sharp like shattered porcelain: "i'm scared."

"don't be scared," you say, although you're scared too.

scared of what your life is going to be when his is extinguished. scared of seeing him in every pale dawn and bitter-black night, of hearing his voice at the very edge of your hearing and turning your head toward the specter sound. scared -- even more so -- of forgetting precisely how he looks, how he sounds.

how he feels. how he tastes.

billy whimpers.

"hush," you say again. "just close your eyes, listen to me."

his eyes flutter shut.

"there's nothing to be afraid of." you swallow. "it's just like falling asleep. soon there won't be any more pain. you'll float in my arms, like you're floating in a sweet river. above you there's just blue sky, and the riverbanks are green as emeralds."

his grip on your arm softens.

"when you wake up, you'll be home," you say. "your mother will be there, your father, and joe. they're waiting for you, just like you'll wait for me. someday we'll all be together."

just not today.

"tunstall," he croaks, and you nod.

"yes, and mr. tunstall," you say. "he'll be so proud of you, billy. they all will. you fought so hard, and you've been so brave."

you lean down to press your lips against his forehead, which is clammy and slick with sweat. "you've been so brave," you say again. "i've always been so proud of you, you know that? so proud to be yours."

another kiss to his forehead. you think his skin is even cooler now than it was just a moment before.

"my love," you murmur.

you want to say, don't leave me. you want to beg him to fight, to hang on; but you can't ask that of him. not after everything he's been through, the pain he's suffered in the past and in this moment. it's time for you both to let go.

you hold him like that, hunched over with him cradled in your lap. shielding him, your hair framing his face like a curtain protecting him from the rest of the world. the world that has been so hard on him, the world he is slipping away from by degrees, as though chains are rusting away from a prisoner seeking freedom.

you keep your eyes on his face, his beloved, beautiful face, but you're aware, too, of his grip on your wrist. how it slackens moment by moment, until his fingertips are just barely resting on your sleeve. you hear him trying, fruitlessly, to catch his breath; it almost sounds like he's drowning.

he gasps, as though he's seen something astonishing, although his eyes are still closed. you think -- you're not sure, because your heartbeat is roaring in your ears, like it's attempting to remind you that you're alive despite any desire to the contrary -- that you hear him whisper, "ma?"

his hand slips away from your arm to land on the floor. the soft thump is louder than the gunshot. it echoes and it lacerates, tearing you apart inside.

when they try to take him away from you, the tears come. you struggle the best you can without letting go of him; you clutch him to you with one arm, your free hand curled into claws. you bare your teeth. you scream, you curse -- not epithets, but bitter prayers, as if you're a witch who can work dark magic.

finally, they overpower you.

they bury him. you wish you could burrow into the earth like a worm and lay down there with him.

but you know he wouldn't want that for you. so you live, despite every day, every moment, feeling like a stone in your mouth, weighing you down and entombing your speech. not that you have anything to say, not anymore.

months go by. summer is scorching. you imagine the unforgiving sun burning you up, like a dry leaf caught in a campfire. you imagine yourself as ash, drifting away in the wind.

autumn brings damp rain, keeping everyone inside. it doesn't matter to you. you can hardly bring yourself to leave your bed, despite the memories that lurk in the sheets like fleas, waiting to bite you.

winter is cold and gray, but you hardly notice the snows, the howling winds, the disconsolate pewter skies. if anything, it's only a reflection of how you feel.

and then --

despite the cruelty of the world, the frozen fist of january trying to choke the warmth out of every breath of breeze, out of each brittle beam of sunshine -- despite nothing meaning anything -- despite what feel like the greatest of odds --

spring comes again. flowers push their stubborn, colorful heads up out of the ground. the wind softens. the sun gains strength. you find yourself climbing out of bed; the floors and the chimney are swept, the windows cleaned, dishes and clothes are washed. you prop your front door open so the fresh air can come in.

one morning, you come outside to find a kitten huddled under the rocking chair on your front porch. it mewls, sounding rather cross with you, as though asking what took you so long.

you smile.

you take him inside, pour out a saucer of milk and slice up a piece of chicken. you notice, as you're holding him on your lap, that his eyes are blue.

you name him bonney.

[milunalupin]

— eleven pipers piping

sebastian sallow x reader ★ 1.2k words

twelve days of nico-mas masterlist

The castle had come alive with festive cheer, its stone walls adorned with twinkling lights, wreaths, and garlands that filled the air with the scent of pine. Inside, the Great Hall was the center of all the holiday excitement as Sebastian Sallow hurriedly paced across the room. This would be the first year that you and all of your friends would be staying at the castle for the break, and he knew how much you loved the holidays. He had planned every detail of the holiday party for you, hoping it would be unforgettable. But, of course, things were going... wrong.

"Amit, these lights are supposed to glow, not flicker!" Sebastian grumbled, his brow furrowed in frustration. The enchanted lights above the tables were sputtering and flickering, creating an almost chaotic pattern.

Amit, standing nearby, raised his wand and muttered a few incantations, but the lights only flashed faster and more erratically. "Sorry, Sebastian! I'll get it, I swear!"

Sebastian sighed, rubbing his temples. The party was supposed to be perfect. But now, with each passing moment, it seemed more like a disaster in the making.

He turned to look at Garrett, who was tinkering with a large cauldron in the kitchen. From the smell wafting in the air, it was clear the latest dessert creation wasn’t going to go as planned. "Garrett, what exactly are you trying to make this time?"

The door to the kitchen swung open, revealing Garrett standing proudly in front of a bubbling mess of burnt sugar. He grinned sheepishly, holding up a sticky spoon. "It was supposed to be a cake, but... well, it’s not. Maybe a bit more like candy... burnt candy."

Sebastian stared at the wreckage, then sighed. "Of course it is."

In the midst of all this chaos, Natsai and Poppy were on the other side of the hall, struggling with decorations. Poppy had a wreath of mistletoe that kept floating off to the wrong place, while Natsai was trying—unsuccessfully—to charm the holly garlands to stay in place. Each attempt seemed to only make things worse.

"It’s not supposed to hang like that," Poppy complained as the mistletoe hovered over Imelda’s head, who had been eyeing it suspiciously.

“Maybe we should just let it hang,” Natsai suggested. “At least it’s... festive.”

Imelda, who had been helping with the seating arrangements, scowled at the rogue decorations. “It’s chaos. Not the good kind.”

Sebastian winced. "Everything’s falling apart," he muttered to himself, glancing over at Ominis, who had been trying to keep an eye on things from a corner.

Despite his usual cool demeanor, Ominis was clearly trying his best to keep the peace. ��Sebastian, it’s not as bad as you think,” he said, his voice calm but laced with amusement as he overheard the frustrations. “It’s a holiday party, not a formal gathering. There’s no need for everything to be perfect.”

Sebastian, however, was far from convinced. He wanted everything to be flawless, especially for you. You had always been there for him, and tonight he wanted to give you something truly magical.

Deek, the house-elf who had volunteered to help with the cleanup, shuffled up beside Sebastian with a tray of snacks, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. “Master Sebastian, the party will be wonderful! Everyone’s so happy already!”

“I just want it to go well for her,” Sebastian muttered, looking over at you across the room. You were talking to Leander, who was practically bouncing with excitement about some new Quidditch strategy.

"She’ll be happy just being here, you know," Deek said with a wise grin. "All the little things don't matter as much as you think. It's the people who matter."

Sebastian’s eyes softened as he glanced over at you again. You were smiling, laughing with your friends—completely oblivious to the turmoil swirling around the event. You always had a way of lighting up a room, no matter what went wrong.

“Maybe you’re right,” he murmured, his voice softening.

You caught his gaze and made your way over to him. Your smile was gentle and reassuring, and Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your voice a mixture of concern and curiosity as you noticed the tension in his expression. Deek nodded to you before patting Sebastian on the back and shuffling away.

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, clearly wrestling with his thoughts. “It’s everything. Amit’s lights aren’t working, Garrett’s dessert might be more dangerous than edible, and the decorations—well, they’ve gone rogue. Nothing is going right, and I wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

You chuckled softly, reaching out to gently hold his hand. “Sebastian, it’s okay,” you said, squeezing his fingers. “I’m already having the best time because I’m here with you and everyone else.”

“But I wanted to make it special,” he insisted. “You love the holidays, and I know you were upset you couldn't be at home. I wanted everything to be just right.”

“You did make it special,” you said, your eyes meeting his with sincerity. “You’ve done all this for us, for all of us. That’s what matters.”

A soft blush crept across Sebastian’s cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile at your words. You had this way of making him feel better, even when everything felt like it was falling apart.

“Well, I suppose it’s too late to fix everything now,” he said with a small laugh.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “And who cares? Look at everyone—they’re all having a great time.” You gestured around the room, where Anne was chatting with Leander and Ominis, and Garrett was chasing Poppy with his questionably purple spoon, causing everyone to laugh.

Sebastian took a deep breath, trying to relax. “You’re right. It’s about the people.”

As the evening continued, everything that went wrong somehow turned into something right. The flickering lights cast a strange, magical glow over the room, giving it a unique charm. Garrett’s failed dessert became the center of hilarious conversation, with everyone laughing at how “experimental” it was. The decorations, though slightly disarrayed, brought an unexpected warmth to the atmosphere, with the floating mistletoe wreaths causing more giggles than complaints.

Leander, Imelda, and even Anne joined in on the fun, laughing about how nothing had gone as planned. Ominis, who had initially been quiet, found himself laughing along with the group, caught up in the cheer.

As the night drew to a close, you gently pulled Sebastian to the center of the room. “Come on,” you said, a twinkle in your eye. “Dance with me.”

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, but then, with a soft smile, he let you lead him. The music played softly as the two of you moved together in the midst of your friends. The imperfections, the mess, the chaos—it didn’t matter. You were here, surrounded by people you loved, and that was all that mattered.

When the song ended, Sebastian leaned close, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you,” he said softly. “For everything.”

You smiled, pulling him in for a gentle hug. “No need to thank me,” you said, your voice warm against his ear. “You’ve already made this the best holiday party I could ever imagine.”

And as the night ended, Sebastian realized that maybe, just maybe, the most magical moments were the ones that weren’t perfect at all.

— taglist ♡

@willowlovestheweasleys

[natsvenom]

Drunken Kisses (angst-ish)

SUMMARY: You, Spencer and Jason had given a bracelet to the police you thought would help link Garret to Alison’s murder the previous day. Today you heard from Spencer that the blood on the bracelet wasn’t Garret’s and his name was cleared. You had a little school girl crush on him back when Ali was alive, not that he even knew you existed. But after Ali went missing, his family left Rosewood. Now that he was back, he was a completely different person and you found yourself falling even harder. You guys have gotten fairly close since he’s been back, but nothing ever came of it.

WARNINGS: age gap, drunk driving, mentions of murder, angst, etc.

Jason DiLaurentis x GN!reader

The bell signaling it was the end of the day rang, and you and Spencer were walking out of AP History together. You and the other liars were all best friends, but Spencer was really the one who got you the best. That’s why you could tell something was up with her, the way her lips had been frozen in a straight line the entire day.

“Spence, what’s on your mind?” You asked, having wondered that question all day.

Spencer sighed, “I just feel horrible, I was the one who told Jason about the bracelet and now Garrett is out of prison because of it. I should’ve never dragged him into this.” Spencer explained sadly.

“Hey, this is not your fault. Okay? You had no idea that bracelet would free Garrett. You were just trying to help.” You assured her. You knew Spencer wasn’t in the blame for this, you just hoped she would see that too.

“Yeah, but all I ended up doing ruining things.” Spencer mumbled, her lips forming into a small frown. You put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

As you walked out of the school you saw Jason running around the block. You noticed the way his hair stuck to his forehead from sweating. You couldn’t but notice how good he looked.

“Jason.” Spencer called out. She walked over to him and you followed closely behind her.

“Hey.” He greeted the both of you, “What’s up?”

“I, uh, heard you were gonna be on the basketball courts.” Spencer stated, pointing in the direction they were in.

“Yeah, I was.” He informed, “Pulled myself out of the game.”

“Why?” You asked softly.

“Figured I’d hurt less people running around the block.” He clarified. You looked at him sympathetically. You didn’t exactly have any words that could comfort him in a moment like this, but you would try your best to let him know you were there for him.

“Right. Well that answers my next question.” Spencer says, looking down at her feet.

“Which was?”

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks, her voice genuine. Jason doesn’t say anything, he just looks down at the ground in disappointment.

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this.” Spencer apologizes, the guilt written all over her face.

“It’s not your fault, Spencer.” He assures, “You didn’t make me walk into that police station.”

“I know, but I thought that—”

“I know. That this piece of jewelry would have ended this. But it didn’t, alright?” He interjected, “Now, instead of being the big hero, I’m back to being the big screw-up.”

“Jason, nobody thinks that.” At least, you didn’t think that. The one thing he never gave up on was trying to find out what happened to his sister, and you admired him for that. You wished he could see what you did sometimes.

“Really? Maybe I should let you pick my father up from the airport.” He objected, his voice filled with frustration. You looked at him sadly, you felt guilty for not being of more help but you knew there wasn’t anything you could do.

“Do your parents think that Garrett is still gulity?” Spencer wondered, “Or do they think that now it’s somebody else?”

“I don’t know what they think. Never have.” He uttered.

“Well what do you think?” You asked.

“I think that I’m done looking for answers around here, that’s what I think. I’m not a detective, and I’m not a lawyer.” He sighed, rubbing his temple.

“Hey, we, uh, met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed, trying to change the subject. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to swallow back the emotions you felt coming up from your chest. You knew Cece was his ex and the conversation you’d had with her at the grill made it seem like she was still interested in him. And you wouldn’t blame him if he ever went back to her, she was gorgeous. And it wasn’t like you had a chance with him anyways.

“Did you know that she’s back in town?” Spencer questioned.

“I heard.” Jason nodded his head, looking unphased by the information.

“We didn’t even know that she and Ali were friends.” Spencer explained, “She said that you guys spent an intense summer together.” You could only imagine what she had meant by ‘intense’ and you didn’t really like the idea of it.

“Everything with Cece’s intense.” Jason told them.

“Did it end on a bad note?” Spencer pried.

Jason’s answer was vague, “You could say that.” He muttered. This was a converstaion you chose to stay out of. You knew you were a good liar, but lying to Jason was different. It wasn’t as easy as lying to your family or even your friends. Somehow he always saw right through you, like you were a book waiting to be opened.

“Look, I got to, uh, get home and take a shower.” He said, “I’m gonna be late for his plane.”

“Okay.” Spencer mumbled.

“Bye Jason.” You spoke one last time before he walked away. He sent you a half-hearted smile before continuing his run back down the block.

You and Spencer decided you both desperately needed something to eat, so you went to a little cafe just a block away from the school. You talked for a little about everything going on, and then shortly after Hanna met up with you guys.

“You can’t just block a court order in an afternoon. She needs time.” Spencer said on the phone, but hung up as soon as she saw Hanna walking over to the table.

“But she’ll do it?” Hanna asked, worriedly.

“She’s gonna try.” Spencer promised.

“Try?” Hanna quaked.

“It’s my mom. With her a try is as good as a win.” Spencer assured her.

“Did Aria get in to see Mona?” Spencer asked the blonde.

“I haven’t heard anything yet.” Hanna shrugged. You saw Hanna look over behind your shoulder. You turned your head to see Jason and Mr. DiLaurentis getting out of the car.

“When did Alison’s father get back to Rosewood?” Hanna questioned.

“Today.” You responded, “Do you want me to talk to him?” You asked. Hanna had previously told you about the incident with her and Mr. DiLaurentis. Hanna had told Ali’s mom that she was still alive. Hanna had claimed she saw Alison one day and then she showed up dead the next, making Mr. DiLaurentis completely go off on Hanna.

“Well, maybe you should, Han.” You said, “You’re believing everything that Wilden says. Why don’t you find out yourself?” Now that Garrett was free, Hanna was suspect runner up. Wilden had claimed the blood found on Alison’s bracelet was the same blood type as Hanna’s.

“Cause I can’t.” She objected, “And you know what. You’re right, Spence. Your moms on it so I have nothing to worry about.”

You, Hanna and Spencer sat in silence for a while, until Hanna saw Mr. DiLaurentis coming back out of the building he had previously gone in to. You watched as she made up her mind, she walked over to Mr. DiLaurentis and began a conversation.

You bit at the straw of your drink, anticipating the outcome. “This can go one way… or it can go the complete opposite.” You mumbled, looking to your friend worriedly. Luckily, no scene broke out, Mr. DiLaurentis just got in his car and drove off. You sighed, sinking back into your chair.

It was officially late outside and you and Spencer needed a sleep over. With everything going on, all you wanted to do was cuddle up in bed and watch some sort of romantic film to ease your minds. The car ride was silent as you leaned your head against the cool window. You snapped out of your short state of peace as a car reved it’s engine behind you, you looked through the back window, only for the car to speed right past you, blaring music on full volume. You couldn’t help but notice the side of the car said, “DiLaurentis.”

“Jason.” You said aloud. You and Spencer looked to each other in panic just as the sound of a crash rang through your ears, “Oh my god!” You gasped. Spencer sped up, pulling up behind him. You rushed out of the car as fast as your feet would take you and you looked at him through the open window. He looked miserable.

You open the car door, assessing him for any injuries,”Jase, are you okay?” You ask worriedly. He didn’t say anything, he looked completely dissociated, “Are you drunk?” You questioned. Again, he said nothing. He attempted to get out of the car but you pushed him by his chest so he was back in the drivers seat.

“Stop it! The police, are gonna be here any minute, okay?” You scolded.

“Maybe they’ll lock me up with Garrett. Finally get some justice.” He muttered, angrily.

You sighed frustratedly, “Just move over.” You said.

“What—”

“Jason, just move over!” You snapped.

He was taken back for a moment, “Why?” He asked.

“Because this never happened.” You spoke softly this time. He finally obliged, moving over to the passengers seat. You were about to get in the driver’s seat when Spencer grabbed your arm.

“You don’t have to be the one to do it, it’s my fault he’s in this place anyways.” Spencer said, feeling bad for her friend cleaning up her mess.

“Spence, none of this is your fault. You didn’t ask for any of this. I’ll get him home. Besides, you need to get your own car out of here.” You said, assuring her it was okay.

She pulled you into a hug, “Thank you.” She said, before rushing over to her car and leaving the scene. You sighed, getting into the driver’s seat. You knew you couldn’t take him to his house, you knew that would just give his father another reason to jump down his throat, so you decided to take him to your house. Your family wouldn’t be home so it was the safest option for him.

When you got home, you managed to get Jason out of the car. He was stumbling all over the place, he clearly had drank more than needed. He stopped, and sat down on your porch, leaning his head against the wall. You looked at him simpathetically as you sat down next to him.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You fumed. You understood he was hurting but the way he basically stepped into the arms of death scared the hell out of you.

He turned to face you with a glare, “Do what? Give up? You know what, I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m clueless.” He snapped back. He was angry, you got that loud and clear. He tried standing up but you grabbed ahold of his arm, pulling him back down.

“Well you’re acting like you are! Jason, I don’t even think you realize how stupid you were tonight. You could’ve died! You scared the absolute hell out of me!” You scolded him. Even if you weren’t together, you wouldn’t want to lose him either way. You considered him one of your best friends.

“God, you sound like my mother.” He muttered, rolling his eyes at you, “You know what? I don’t need your help. I don’t even know why your making a big deal out of this anyways.”

“Because I care about you!” You snapped, standing up from your spot abruptly. His eyes softened at your words. He didn’t understand how you could care about him, so he questioned it.

“Well you shouldn’t. I’m not worth it. My dads made that perfectly clear that he lost the wrong kid.” He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Jason, don’t listen to your dad. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, okay?” You said softly this time, sitting back down next to him, “If anything, he’s the one who’s not worth it. Jason, your a great person. You care about people, whether you like to admit it or not. And you’re smart and patient and you keep putting everyone else before yourself. Do you even realize how much you’ve done for me? After everything that happened with Mona and my family, you were always the one who was there for me. I don’t think I would be where I’m at now if I didn’t have you in my life. So don’t say it should’ve been you and not Ali because I don’t think I would ever recover from that. You deserved to have a better father, but he doesn’t deserve a son like you.” You may have went a little overboard, but you needed him to know that you cared.

Jason didn’t say anything, he just looked completely surprised at your words. Nobody has ever said anything like that to him before, and hearing it come from you was something else entirely. He stared at you with a million emotions running through his eyes. Maybe that was why he couldn’t stop himself from what happened next.

Before you knew it his lips were on yours. It was a hungry kiss, desperate for something he’d been longing for forever. His hands were on your face, pulling you as close as he possibly could. You could taste the alcohol from his mouth, reminding you he was still drunk. You pulled away from the kiss hesitantly and he moved closer to you, not wanting the moment to end.

“Jason, you’re drunk.” You reminded him. As much as you’ve been waiting for that to happen, it wasn’t the right time.

“So?” He breathed out.

“So, you’ll probably regret this in the morning.” You sighed, feeling guilty. You felt like you had taken advantage of him in his drunken state.

“How could I ever regret you?” He questioned, his eyes not leaving you for even a second.

You stood up from the porch, “It’s late and you need lots of sleep and lots of water and in the morning your definitely going to need lots of asprin.” You remarked, brushing off the little bit of sediment from your pants.

You took the key from your pocket and opened the door, Jason stumbled in shortly after. You had absolutely no idea how you were going to him up the stairs. You let him put his arm around your waist, minimizing the amount of times he stumbled up the stairs.

You took him to your room, setting him on your bed. You could see how exhausted and disappointed in himself he looked. He let himself slip up, he had been sober for so long and all he could think was that this was another thing he screwed up.

You could see the tears in his eyes, the ones he wouldn’t let fall. You pushed the hair that was sticking to his forehead away from his face, letting your hand linger on his cheek for a moment, “Everyone falls off eventually, Jason.” You spoke softly, “But you’ll get back on, okay?” You asssured him. He nodded his head.

You slipped your hands in his jacket, helping him pull it off. He then took his shoes off and both fortunately and unfortunately for you, he took his shirt off next. You understood, he was clearly sweaty and overheated from the accident, not to mention the alcohol on top of it. After getting situated, he pratically collapsed on your pillow.

“If you need anything let me know.” You speak in a hushed tone. You just reach the door when he calls out for you.

“Actually, I do need something.” He said.

“Yeah, of course. What can I get you?” You asked.

“Can you stay?” He asked, unhesitantly. You looked into his eyes for any signs of alterier motive, but saw nothing, just the desperate need to not be alone. You thought about it for a moment; for one you knew it wasn’t the best idea, but you also wanted to be able to check on him in the middle of the night.

“Okay.” You say, walking over to him slowly. You pull yourself under the covers next to him, not exactly close but you weren’t exactly a mile away from him either. He fell asleep super fast, the exhaustion taking over him quickly. You turn away, facing the door, trying to fall asleep. Just as you feel sleep creeping on you, you feel arms snake around your body, and legs tangling with your own. You had to admit, you’ve never felt more comfortable then you do now.

It was around 5:00 in the morning and you had expected Jason to be gone. You assumed he would’ve regret what happened and left to spare your feelings, but he didn’t. Instead he was still right next to you, arms wrapped around you tightly with his head pressed against the back of your neck. You squirm in his grasp, trying to free yourself to avoid any awkwardness when he wakes up, but his hold is too strong. Luckily, he subconciously loosens his hold as you manage to carefully get up.

When you stood, you saw him bury his face into your pillow, making you smile. You walk downstairs quietly and enter the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of water. You head over to the couch and grab a book you hadn’t finished reading and open it. You decided to kill some time while you waited for him to wake up.

After a while you heard the creak of the stairs, indicating someone was walking down them. You look over and see Jason walking down while he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey.” You call out softly. He looks over and sees you sitting on the couch with a book in your hands. His first thought was that he definitely wouldn’t mind waking up to seeing you like that everday if he could.

He walks over and sits next to you. From the awkward look you were giving him, he guessed you were wondering if he remembered anything from last night. He could lie and say he didn’t and things would go back to the way they were, or he could tell the truth and potentially ruin everything you guys had. He was internally debating on which option to pick.

But before he could say anyting, you had already picked for him, “You remember last night, don’t you?” You said as more of a fact that a question.

He looked at you with a defeated look, “Yeah.” He sighed. You took that as a sign he had regret what happened, and you suddenly felt really awkward.

“Look, we can forget that this happened. I know you probably regret what happened—”

“Is that what you think?” He interjects. You were taken back, you hadn’t expected that to be his reaction.

“I mean, yeah.” You say. You were almost positive he had regret last night, so when he kissed you. Again. You were suprised to say the least. He took the book from your hands, tossing it onto the table. He put one of his hands on your stomach, pushing you down so that you were lying down. He hovered over you, though his lips never left yours.

“Does it look like I regret anything that happened last night?” He asked, his voice lower than before, making you shiver. You shook your head slowly, keeping your eyes on him the entire time he spoke to you.

“Well, maybe you need to do some rethinking then.” He spoke, before placing his lips back on yours.

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lost — jonah simms

pairing: jonah simms x reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: jonah and you lose bobby sue. content warnings: nothing

“She’s so cute,” you said, handing Bobby Sue a soft teddy bear. She clutched it tightly, her face lighting up with pure delight, and the sight melted your heart. 

Next to you, Jonah crouched down, picking up one of the small toy cars scattered on the floor. He began rolling it back and forth, making faint engine noises like he was auditioning for Cars . 

You raised an eyebrow, folding your arms. “Are you seriously stealing toys from children now?” you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips. 

Jonah looked up at you, feigning offense. “Excuse me, I’m playing. There’s a difference.” But despite his words, he set the toy down and instead focused on Bobby Sue, who was now enthusiastically shaking the teddy in the air like it could fly. 

You couldn’t help but watch him as he smiled at her, his whole face softening in a way that made your chest tighten.

Jonah always had this natural way with people—kids especially. It was sweet, endearing, and a little disarming. When his eyes flicked toward you, you quickly looked away, your cheeks warming at the thought of being caught staring. 

A sudden bang jolted you both from the moment. Your heads snapped toward the commotion just in time to see one of Glenn’s foster children drop a large can of tomato soup onto the floor. 

“Oh no,” you mumbled, wincing as the red liquid began to pool around the boy’s shoes. 

Jonah stood up, a mixture of amusement and mild panic on his face as Glenn rushed over, flapping his hands helplessly like a startled bird. Glenn crouched down, trying—and failing—to scoop up the soup with his bare hands. 

“Oh dear, oh no, it’s okay, buddy, accidents happen!” Glenn chirped, his voice somehow both soothing and frantic. “We’ll just, uh, I’ll just—oh! Maybe paper towels! Or a mop!” 

You exchanged a look with Jonah, biting back a laugh. 

“Should we... help him?” Jonah asked, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. 

“Nah,” you said, watching Glenn now trying to stop another child from stepping in the mess. “I think he’s got it.” 

Your focus was interrupted when Jonah said your name slowly, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“What?” you turned toward him, confused by the wide-eyed look on his face. 

“Bobby Sue isn’t here,” he mumbled, his voice tinged with panic.

“What?” you repeated, louder this time, your heart instantly racing. You whipped your head around, scanning the area frantically. “Where did she go?” 

Jonah shrugged helplessly, his own panic starting to show. “I don’t know—I looked away for two seconds!” 

“Oh my god, Jonah, we lost her!” you gasped, already darting around the store, peering down every aisle. 

What neither of you knew was that Bobby Sue was sitting comfortably in the plush toy aisle, nestled snugly between two oversized teddy bears. She had discovered her own little paradise, blissfully unaware of the chaos she was causing. 

Meanwhile, you and Jonah were in full crisis mode. You even tried calling her name through Garrett’s speakerphone system, which earned you a few chuckles from the other employees.

In desperation, you sneaked into Dina’s surveillance room, where she reluctantly let you scan the security footage under her hawklike supervision. 

Eventually, the two of you found yourselves in the toy section, shoulders slumped in defeat. 

“We’re so fired,” you muttered, rubbing your temples. 

Jonah leaned against a shelf, looking equally exasperated. “Yeah, Glenn’s never going to trust us with his kids again.” 

Before you could respond, you felt a small tug at your pant leg. 

“Jonah,” you said sharply, glaring at him. “Will you stop doing that?” 

“What? What am I—” Jonah started to protest, but he cut himself off when he looked down. 

“Bobby Sue!” he exclaimed, his face lighting up. 

Your eyes followed his gaze, and there she was, the tiny troublemaker, grinning up at you like nothing had happened. 

“Oh my god, Bobby Sue!” you cried, immediately scooping her up into your arms. Relief washed over you as she giggled, holding onto you tightly. “I thought we lost you.” 

Jonah watched the interaction, his own panic giving way to a soft smile. 

Before you could say anything else, Glenn’s voice rang out from the distance, calling for Bobby Sue. 

You and Jonah shared a quick, guilty look before rushing to meet him. As you handed her over, Jonah plastered on a grin. “Here she is! Totally didn’t lose her. Nope. She was, uh, with us the whole time!” 

Glenn gave him a suspicious look, his eyebrows knitting together. “What—” 

“Oh, look! The family picture is starting!” you interrupted hastily, spinning Glenn around and guiding him back toward the photo area. “Better get in position!” 

Once Glenn was out of earshot, you turned to Jonah, your hands on your hips. “What is wrong with you? Why would you say that ?” 

“Me? What did I do?” Jonah asked, feigning innocence. 

You swatted his arm playfully, though your expression was a mix of frustration and amusement. “Next time, we’re tying a GPS tracker to her.” 

Jonah winced dramatically, rubbing his arm where you’d hit him. “Ouch. Noted.” 

Despite the chaotic day, you couldn’t help but laugh as you both watched Bobby Sue wave her teddy bear around in Glenn’s arms.

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We have three books on our list this week! Which ones are you going to pick up?

Asking for a Friend by Kara H.L. Chen Quill Tree Books

This charming YA rom-com follows a strong-willed, ambitious teen as she teams up with her childhood frenemy to start a dating-advice column, perfect for fans of Emma Lord and Gloria Chao. Juliana Zhao is absolutely certain of a few things: 1. She is the world’s foremost expert on love. 2. She is going to win the nationally renowned Asian Americans in Business Competition. When Juliana is unceremoniously dropped by her partner and she’s forced to pair with her nonconformist and annoying frenemy, Garrett Tsai, everything seems less clear. Their joint dating advice column must be good enough to win and secure bragging rights within her small Taiwanese American community, where her family’s reputation has been in the pits since her older sister was disowned a few years prior. Juliana always thought prestige mattered above all else. But as she argues with Garrett over how to best solve everyone else’s love problems and faces failure for the first time, she starts to see fractures in this privileged, sheltered worldview. With the competition heating up, Juliana must reckon with the sacrifices she’s made to be a perfect daughter—and whether winning is something she even wants anymore.

The Lost Souls of Benzaiten by Kelly Murashige Soho Teen

A fantastical and heartfelt debut, quirky and transportive, that follows a young outcast on a journey of transformation . . . into a robot vacuum cleaner. "I wish to become one of those round vacuum cleaner robots." That's what Machi writes while praying at the altar of Japanese goddess Benzaiten. She writes it because ever since her two best friends Angel and Sunny decided they want nothing to do with her, Machi hasn't been able to speak. After months and months of online school and seeing different therapists, Machi still hasn't uttered a word, and she can no longer see the point of being human. But she doesn't expect Benzaiten to actually hear her prayer, much less offer a to show Machi all the beauty of humanity, ultimately restoring her voice. Benzaiten is enamored with the human world—possibly a little too enamored—and, as she's the goddess of love, humanity is enamored right back. Being second-best to another friend isn't helping Machi move past her trauma, and with each adventure they share, Machi is reminded of everything she's lost. It isn't until Machi starts interacting with the souls of the dead—a phenomena of spending so much time around a goddess—that she starts to understand pain can serve a purpose. And when she really stops to take a look around her, she realizes the potential for happiness, and for closure, has been there all along.

The Reckoning of Roku by Randy Ribay Amulet Books

From National Book Award finalist Randy Ribay comes a gripping new chapter—starring Avatar Roku—in the New York Times bestselling Chronicles of the Avatar series, set in the world of Avatar: the Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra. A young Avatar Roku has only just commenced his training at the Southern Air Temple when his erstwhile friend, Prince Sozin, requests his aid in preventing the Earth Kingdom from claiming a remote Fire Nation island. Despite his inexperience, Avatar Roku slips away with the help of an irritating young Airbender named Gyatso. As the reluctant companions delve deeper into their wayward mission, they begin to realize that even greater threats lie ahead. Plagued by self-doubt but eager to prove himself, Roku fights for his life and the lives of others while ensuring that the hidden secret of the island doesn’t fall into the wrong hands. This searing fifth installment in the Chronicles of the Avatar series explores the beginning of Roku’s journey from privileged Fire Nation noble to the powerful but indecisive Avatar whose hesitancy may ultimately pave the way for the Hundred Year War.

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hello lovelyyy c:

do you perchance have any non-fiction book recommendations for us? I’ve been looking for some good stuff but I honestly don’t really know where to start because I’m so used to reading fiction

It doesn’t really matter what c:

this will be the most random assortment but here i go!

joan didion (specifically the year of magical thinking and blue night)

know my name by chanel miller

pageboy by elliot page

i’m glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy

mindhunter by john douglas

cause of death by dr. cynric temple-camp

columbine by dave cullen

love stories by trent dalton

want by gillian anderson

in cold blood by truman capote

i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou

everything i know about love by dolly alderton

the death of a president by william manchester

the only plane in the sky by garrett m. graff