#this took me sooooo long and is my love letter to this movie. that being said i don't know why the fuck its like 3 pixels

[soltoes]

it was always the same old dream

[elliesguitarstrings]

promises, promises || part one: what used to be

masterlist || series masterlist

tom holland x reader

summary: you're crying over someone you haven't seen in two years, tom is straight up depressed, your friends are trying to set you up, and sam is just trying his best to help

warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of sex, little bit of fluff, probably typos

A/N: PART ONE IS HERE!!!! i absolutely love this fic and i hope you guys love it as much as i do :)

p.s. this ended up being really long sooooo i decided to make it into a series instead lol if y'all haven't figured that out

wc: 5k

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"I got the part! Holy shit I actually got the part!" Tom throws his computer across the bed in disbelief, almost hitting you.

"Wait, like THE part? Like Spiderman?" you question excitedly.

"YES!!! Check the Marvel Instagram right now!" he crawls over to you as you whip out your phone and quickly search up the account. You scan the page to see a post captioned, "Click the link in our bio to see who the new Spider-Man is!" You quickly find the link and impatiently wait for the page to load. And then you see it, boldface print and giant letters across your phone.

The new Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man will be played by: TOM HOLLAND

"HOLY SHIT TOM! You're fucking Spiderman!" you tackle him with a hug, squeezing him so tightly that he has to fight for breath. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you were gonna do big things." you smile brightly.

"We have to go tell everyone else, come on!" Tom pulls you off of him, dragging you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to give his family the big news.

The rest of the Hollands were already together in the family room, and they immediately took notice of yours and Tom's excitement as the two of you are bounding down the stairs.

Out of breath, Tom sprints to the center of the room. "Attention everyone, I have an extremely important announcement to make!" He pauses for dramatic effect, his family waiting in anticipation. "I'M GONNA BE SPIDERMAN!"

This causes an outburst of cheers and applause from his parents and brothers, each one of them getting up to hug Tom and congratulate him on this huge achievement.

Paddy pipes up, "How did you get the news? Did they call you or something?"

"Um, not exactly. They posted it on their Instagram and on the Marvel website as well, wanna see?" He turns to you, "Y/N, show them your phone!"

You pull out your phone and open the screen you were just looking at, showing the Hollands the Instagram post and article.

"No way, they're totally hacked." Harry remarks, earning disapproving looks from Nikki and Dom. "if you were really gonna be the next Spiderman, they would have called you."

Before Tom has the time to argue back, his phone rings, as if on cue. Tom pulls it out of his back pocket and nervously studies the number across the screen.

"Well, what are you waiting for div, answer it!" Sam chirps impatiently.

The rest of the room is silent while Tom listens intently to the person the other line. You can't make out what they are saying, but the eventual smile on Tom's face completely gives it away.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity," he holds while the other person talks again. "Yeah, I'll be in touch, definitely. Thank you again." Tom ends the call and lets out a sigh of relief. "That was fucking Kevin Feige! I got the part! I actually am gonna be the next Spiderman!"

You and the rest of his family cheered even louder than before, enveloping him in a giant group hug.

"I say we celebrate!" Nikki announces. "How about we go out for a nice dinner?"

Tom smiles, "If I'm honest mum, as nice as that would be, I'd rather just stay in and celebrate here tonight. I like your cooking better than any fancy restaurant anyways."

"Of course honey, I'll make your favorite. We can have a nice big family dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect mum, thank you."

She dashes into the kitchen followed by Sam, the aspiring chef of the family, while Dom, Harry, and Paddy go to dress the table.

You take this as your cue to leave, seeing as you don't want to disrupt the rest of Tom's night with his family. "I guess I should get going then," you turn to Tom, hugging him once again. "Congratulations again, I'm so proud of you Tommy." you smile as you head to grab your things before you leave.

"Nonsense! You're staying for dinner too!" Tom stops you.

"Tom, I can't, you should spend this night celebrating with your family." you try to reason with him.

"But I want you here too!" he pouts.

"And you are family!" Nikki pipes in from the kitchen, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the family.

"See, everyone wants you here Y/N, please celebrate with us?" Tom cups your face.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to-"

Nikki cuts you off, piping in once again, "Y/N, I insist you stay for dinner with us. You've been a part of this family for so long, and you know that. So please stay and celebrate with us!" she smiles.

You giggle, "Well, I guess I can't say no to that." Tom smiles, giddily engulfing you in another hug.

After a long and delicious dinner, you and Tom now lay under the stars in the treehouse in his backyard. Dom had built it for you two when you were eight years old, and it's been your special place ever since then. Obviously, it has been upgraded and redecorated since then, now that you and Tom were both eighteen, but it still takes you back to the old days when you were just carefree little kids.

You cuddle into Tom's chest, looking up at the night sky through the small window in the roof of the treehouse. "I wish we could stay here forever," you whisper.

"Me too." Tom pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

"Everything's gonna change you know. We're graduating in two weeks, and then you leave for America. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you." A small tear rolls down your cheek which doesn't go unnoticed by Tom.

He wipes the tear off your face with his thumb, cupping your chin to make you face him. "Hey, hey, look at me. Things might be changing, but that doesn't mean we have to. I'm only gonna be gone for a few months, and then I'll be back. I love you so much, and a few hundred miles is never going to change that. I will never let anything come between us, ever, okay?"

You smile softly, "You promise?"

"I promise darling. It's you and me forever. I'm never letting you go. Never in a million years." he kisses you lovingly, and you swear you could just live in this moment forever with him, and only him.

That was six years ago. And what Tom said was true, everything had changed. You just wish everything else he had said that night was true too.

Now, Tom is a world-famous actor, living a luxurious life out in Hollywood. You, however, have stayed in England, living only thirty minutes away from your childhood home with your newfound best friends Julia and Finn. You are no longer a part of Tom's life, and he is no longer a part of yours. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten about him.

How could you possibly forget about Tom? Your entire childhood was spent with him. From the ages of two to twenty-two, you were inseparable. To this day, you still remember when you first met, and you think about it often.

"I no wanna go! I stay home and watch princesses!" you cry, defiantly pulling away from your mother's firm grip as she tries to stuff you into shoes that are much too small for your rapidly growing feet.

"I know honey, but we have to go welcome the new neighbors who just moved in across the street. We made them brownies, remember?" she smiles.

You scrunch your face up, " No! I stay home!"

Your dad chimes in, kneeling down to your level. "Listen peanut. How about we make a deal. You come with us and say hello to the new neighbors, and then after we get home you can watch any princess movie you want and maybe even have some ice cream, how does that sound?"

You smile, "Ice cream with rainbow sprinkles?"

He rubs your head, "With rainbow sprinkles."

"Okay. I go then."

Your parents smile, and you hold their hands as you walk across the street to meet the neighbors. Your mom rings the doorbell, and the door opens to reveal a red-headed woman, smiling at you and your parents. Hiding behind her is a small, curly-headed brunette boy about the same height as you.

Your mom introduces herself, "Hi! My name is Y/M/N, this is my husband Y/D/N, and this is my daughter Y/N. We live right across the street, and we just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood." She outstretches her arms, holding the brownies, "I made these for you as well, I hope you like them!"

The woman smiles, "Oh, wow, thank you so much, you are so sweet! Would you like to come in for a bit?"

"Of course, as long as you'll have us."

She ushers the three of you in and you stay close to your mom, still wary of entering a stranger's home.

As she closes the door behind her, she introduces herself as well, "Sorry, the house is a little messy, we’re still getting settled in. But I'm Nikki, my husband Dominic is unpacking in the kitchen, and this is Tom." She motions to the boy behind her, "Tom, say hello to the nice people!"

He timidly steps forward, waving at you and your parents. "Hello." he says quietly.

"Oh my, he is adorable!" your mom gushes. She walks over to him, "How old are you Tom?"

He holds up two fingers, "This many."

She smiles, "Two years old? Wow, you're so big! Guess what, you know who else is that many?" Tom shakes his head no. "My daughter Y/N!" She motions for you to come, and you shyly walk forward.

You wave at him, and that makes him smile. Nikki taps Tom on the shoulder, "Do you maybe want to show Y/N your toys upstairs?

He nods his head, smiling at you, "Wanna go play?" he asks.

You smile back, looking at your mom for permission. She nods her head and pushes you forward. "Okay, we go." you respond. He takes your hand and pulls you upstairs, seemingly coming out of his shell. You don't know what it is about this boy, but he makes you feel warm, like a hug. It's something your two-year-old brain can't quite comprehend, but suddenly you couldn't care less about watching princess movies or eating ice cream.

Sometimes you wish that day had never happened, that you had never met him. You wish your little two-year-old self had fought harder against your parents so that you wouldn’t have to endure the years of pain he would cause you later in life. But you can’t go back, and in part, you’re glad about that. He was your first friend, your first crush, and your first love. But he was also your first heartbreak, and that’s something you can never forget.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a sharp knock on your bedroom door. "Hey, are you almost ready? We have to leave in ten or we'll be late!" you hear Julia's muffled voice from the other side of the door. Finn is hosting a gala tonight for his art studio, and being his best friends and roommates, you and Julia are basically required to go.

"Uh, yeah, I'm about done, I'll be out in a minute!" You haven't even started getting ready, but you don't have any more time. You quickly raid your closet and find a short v-neck black dress and matching heels. You wiggle into the dress as you make your way into the bathroom. You had planned on straightening your hair, but you have no time, so instead, you brush it back into a sleek low ponytail and spray it with a bit of hairspray. There's no time for the elaborate makeup look you had planned either, so you quickly throw on some concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, a bit of highlight, and you're set. As you walk to the door, you grab your purse and slip on your heels, making sure you have your phone and keys. Finn and Julia are already waiting in the car, both with disapproving looks.

"What the fuck took you so long? We were supposed to leave five minutes ago! You know I can't be late for this thing." Finn complains as you slip into the backseat.

"Sorry, I, uhm, don't feel well. A little nauseous." you lie. You don't feel like telling them that you were actually crying about someone you haven't seen or talked to in two and a half years like you do every other night.

"You're not pregnant are you?" Julia chuckles.

"Oh please, we all know that Y/N hasn't gotten any since he who must not be named." Finn replies for you.

"Thanks Finn, what a great friend." you joke sarcastically.

He's not wrong though. Since you and Tom broke up, you haven’t slept with a single person. You’ve been on a few dates and kissed a few guys, but nothing past that. The closest you got was about a month after Tom broke it off with you. You were looking for someone to take your mind off of him, so you found a random guy named David at a pub and took him back to your place. But as soon as he took off his shirt, you saw a birthmark on his back that looked eerily similar to Tom’s, and you promptly broke down crying.

No matter what you do, you just can’t seem to get him off your mind.

"Alright bitches, we're here." Finn sighs. "Help me bring my stuff in, we don't have much time thanks to someone who took ages to get ready."

You give a halfhearted apology as you grab Finn's paintings from the back of his car. Julia stops you before you follow Finn into the venue, "Babe, are you sure you're doing alright?"

You smile lightly, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so. And sorry about Finn mentioning... him. It's been two years, he should know better."

"Oh, no. No, don't worry about that. It's okay. I don't care." you lie.

She gives you an encouraging nudge on the shoulder, "Hey, who knows, maybe you'll find a hottie here tonight and finally get back out there! What do you think, huh?"

"Yeah, that would be great, actually. Maybe Finn can introduce me to his friend James, I know he's pretty hot." you say just to get her off your back. You know for a fact that you won't be going home with anyone tonight, but you want to ease her conscience, so you continue to lie.

"That's the spirit! Good luck hun, love you."

"Thanks Jules, love you too." you smile.

Halfway through the gala, you already want to go home. Finn is over at the bar flirting with some guy, probably trying to get him to buy his artwork. Meanwhile, Julia has disappeared into the bathroom with her boyfriend Ollie, who she invited about thirty minutes into the event because she "got bored."

You look at your phone and realize it's already midnight, and you know the event won't be ending anytime soon. You slowly make your way over to Finn through the sea of people and tap him on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from whatever guy he's flirting with.

"Hey Y/N, how's it going with James?" he asks excitedly.

"Oh, um, it didn't work out, thanks for introducing me though. I just wanted to come tell you that I'm still not feeling well, so I think I'm gonna head home, sorry."

"Oh, okay, no problem. You're probably gonna be alone tonight though, just a heads up. Jules is going back to Ollie's for the night, and" he starts to whisper, "I think I might be going home with this hunk."

You laugh, "Okay, thanks Finn, see you tomorrow then."

"Bye babe. Do you have a ride?" he questions.

"Uh, no, I'm just gonna Uber home, it's no problem."

Finn gasps, "Not this late at night you're not! Let me drive you, hottie with a body over here can wait."

"No, no, don't let me ruin your night. I'll just call Sam then."

His eyes widen, "Like... his brother Sam?"

"Yeah, we're friends still, it's not a big deal. Trust me."

"Okay, fine. But text me when you get home, okay?"

"Okay, love you Finn, see you later." you give him a quick hug and walk outside to call Sam.

You aren't lying, you and Sam are still good friends. Back when you and Tom were together, Sam was the brother that you were closest to, and you felt that it would be unfair to cut ties with the rest of the Hollands just because Tom was a dick to you seeing as they were as much of a family to you as your own parents were, maybe even more. He was attending culinary school in the area anyway, so you decide he’s the best person to call.

As expected, he's happy to drive you home, and about ten minutes later he arrives at the venue where you are still standing outside.

"Hey Sam, I'm sorry for calling this late, but thank you so much for picking me up." you smile as you slide into the passenger seat.

"It's no problem, I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. How've you been?"

"Fine, I guess. How about you?"

"C'mon, I know that look. Something's up with you." he pries.

"I told you on the phone, I'm just not feeling well." you lie, hoping he doesn't catch on.

"It's Tom isn't it?"

"How the fuck do you always know?"

He chuckles. "He is my brother, remember? And you're basically my sister too. I've known you both for literally my entire life, so trust me, I know when it's about him."

You sign in defeat, "I don't know why I can't get over him Sam. It's been nearly three years since we broke up, and I haven't seen him since. My roommates think I'm overreacting, and honestly, I'm starting to agree with them. I should be moved on by now, but I just can't stop thinking about him."

"Hey, hey, don't listen to them, you aren't overreacting. You and Tom were literally attached at the hip for twenty two years, and you weren't even dating for most of them. It's completely normal for you to feel like this, trust me. And I know it doesn't help much for me to say this because I've said it a million times before, but Tom's a complete dick for what he did to you. He's my brother, and I love him, but he's a dick."

"Thanks Sam. I just wish I knew why, y'know? Why, after twenty-two fucking years, he just completely cut me out of his life." you feel your eyes brimming with tears.

"I wish I could have an answer for you Y/N, I really do. But I haven't got a clue. Hell, I honestly don't even know if Tom knows why he did it."

You sigh, "Well, he must have had a reason. Plus, he seems to be doing great in Hollywood. He seems perfectly happy without me."

"You've been stalking him on Instagram, haven't you?" Sam chuckles.

You laugh, "Shut up." That's the great thing about Sam. He can always lighten up a situation, no matter how serious or how sad. Tom did the same thing, that was one of the things you liked most about him.

You and Sam sit in silence for a few minutes, until he finally breaks it. "He's not, you know."

"Huh?" you question, confused.

"He's not happy. You said he seems happy without you, but he's not. He's doing terribly, and it's not just from stress or his work. He won't admit it, but he misses you." he pauses, "I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but he asked about you the other day. About how you were doing and shit like that. I think he would take it back if he could."

You want so badly to believe him, belief that Tom actually still cares about you after all this time. But false hope is the last thing you need right now.

"Well, he can't, can he?" you say sharply, tears still threatening to flow out.

You and Sam sit in silence for the last five minutes of the ride back to your apartment. As he slows the car to a stop, Sam looks over at you sympathetically, "Look, I'm sorry if what I said made things worse. I just wanted you to know that your feelings aren't... one-sided I guess."

You know better than to yell at Sam, he was just trying to make you feel better, so instead of spitting out the sarcastic remark that was on your tongue, you manage out a half-hearted, "It's okay, thanks Sam." and shut the car door.

As soon as the door of your apartment closes behind you, all of the emotions come crashing down on you. A mixture of sadness, anger, guilt, and regret crushed your heart, smashing it into a million little pieces. It feels like two and a half years ago, when he first broke up with you, all over again. Everything was fine until Sam brought him up again, and the memories just all flooded back in. You fall to the floor, clutching your chest in pain, wishing someone was here for you. Wishing he was here for you. At the moment, it feels like you have no one. In reality, you do; you have an entire support system of people who love you so much and would do anything to protect you. But you only want him. You need him. He is the only person you have ever wanted, ever needed, and he's gone.

You want to hate him, you really do. He's caused you more pain in the past two and a half years than anyone or anything has ever caused you in your entire life. But you can't. You can never, and will never, hate him. Which makes you hate yourself.

After what feels like hours of crying, you finally calm down. There's no one at home to talk to and it's too late to call anyone at this point, so you flip on the tv. There's nothing good on Netflix or Hulu that you haven't seen yet, so you scroll through the other apps. You remember that you just got a free Apple TV subscription with your new phone, so you check to see what's on there.

And there it is. Cherry.

His face right on the screen in front of you, lighting your dark bedroom red. You know it's a bad idea and you know you'll regret it, but something draws you to watch it. You need him right now, and this is about the closest you're going to get.

It's fine at first. It's actually nice to see his face again after so long. He looks basically the same as the last time you saw him, just a little more mature. You feel good supporting him, even if he doesn't know it.

But then it's not fine. His character had just gotten into a fight with his girlfriend, so she comes to visit him in his apartment. They talk, and eventually he reveals that he joined the army and has to go away for two years.

"It's just a couple years. Just a couple years and a lifetime together." he whispers.

Then it all hits you, and you break down crying once again. You can't help but think back to that night in the treehouse, and how the conversation is so eerily similar. You wonder if Tom was thinking about it too, while he was filming the scene. Obviously, the circumstances were different, but it still makes you wonder.

You quickly shut the TV off, unable to bear it anymore. With nothing else to do, you try to sleep, but your thoughts keep you up. And as much as you try to fight it, your mind drifts back to the day you so badly want to forget. The day that it all ended.

"Hey, Tommy, what's up? I'm excited to see you tonight!" you pick up the phone. Tom is supposed to come back to London after filming his first solo Spiderman movie, and you could not be more excited to see him. It's been almost a full year since he left for America, and you miss him so much.

"Yea, uhm, about that. Plans have, er, changed a bit." you can hear the solemn tone in his voice.

"Oh no, what happened? Did your flight get delayed or something? I know there's some rough weather in Atlanta, but I didn't realize it was that bad."

"No, no, it's not that. I don't really know how to say this," he sighs, "I'm not coming home."

Your heart drops to your stomach. "What?"

"Yeah. I'm, um, I'm staying in America for now. I found a house in LA, it's nice."

"Well when are you coming back then?" you utter in disbelief.

"Not anytime soon. I have work, so it's just easier for me to be in America. I'm sorry." his tone is stiff.

"But what about us? I miss you so much, these past few months have already been hell for me. I don't think I can survive much longer without seeing you."

No response.

"Tom, are you still there? You know I can't move in with you. I'm already enrolled in university here in London, I can't drop everything and come to America if that's what you want."

"That's not what I want." At this point he seems to have no emotion in his voice, as if he's reading directly from a script.

"So then what do you want?" you start to really worry, tears already stinging your eyes.

"I think you can probably figure that out by now, Y/N."

"Tom, no. You seriously can't be thinking-"

"Yeah, I am thinking that. You've already said that these past few months have been hell, and I'm too busy with work, so I think that's the only option."

You plead with him, "Tom, please! We can figure this out, I love you so much. We can't break up Tom, I can't lose you." You're sobbing at this point, scared to lose the one person you need the most.

"No, we can't figure this out. We have to break up, there's no other choice."

"What happened to you and me forever? That- that night in the treehouse you said you wouldn't let anything come between us!"

"We were kids, Y/N! We had no idea what our lives were going to turn out like. That was a stupid thing to say and I never should have said it, okay? You can't keep every promise you make, especially when you're eighteen. But we're mature adults now, and the mature way to handle this is to break up. Understand?" His voice is booming through your phone speaker, and it's nothing you've ever heard come from him before. He was always calm, looking for a way to work things out. But now, he's completely giving up.

"Tom, please, I-"

"No, Y/N, I don't have time for this right now, I'm sorry. Goodbye."

He hung up. He's gone.

That was the last time you spoke to him. You didn't even get to properly say goodbye, let alone see his face before he was gone forever.

Unbeknownst to you, that phone call is still, to this day, Tom's biggest regret. Almost immediately after he hung up, he wished he had never called you in the first place. He was stressed from work, he was angry at his management team for making him stay in America, but most of all he missed you. So he did the only thing he could think of to take it all away - separate himself from you. He thought that if he broke up with you, he would feel better about his career choices and he wouldn’t have to wwc:orry about missing you anymore because it would be over.

He was wrong.

Every day since then, he’s wanted to call you, text, you, or somehow contact you to apologize; explain why he did what he did and how he still loves you, still needs you, still misses you every second of his life. But he knows he can’t. You would never be able to forgive him for breaking it all off so suddenly. There’s no way in hell you could still love him after something like that.

So he’s stayed out of reach from you for good. And he hopes that maybe one day he’ll be able to move on, find someone new like you’ve probably done by now. But deep down he knows he never will.

You’re still unable to sleep, and now that it’s almost four in the morning, you decide that you probably won’t be able to for the rest of the night. Not knowing what else’s to do, you begrudgingly roll out of bed and go to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As you fill up your mug with warm water, you hear a knock at the door.

Who the fuck would be coming to your apartment this early? You suspect it’s Finn, as he always manages to forget his key. Maybe his night with the mystery bar hunk didn’t go as well as he had planned. You quickly set a tea bag in your mug and walk to open the door.

“Back so soon Fi... what the fuck.” your heart drops to your stomach.

It’s him. The same brown-haired, brown-eyed, British boy that you remember, staring down at you from outside your apartment at four in the morning.

“Hey.”

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[malfoysmaybank]

I Love You, Darling. - Draco Malfoy x She/Her!Reader

request by @bittersweetthoughts--ofinsanity : heyyy i saw you’re taking requests, i’d love one with draco and a golden trio friend (maybe a ravenclaw cause i’m a ravenclaw but it doesn’t matter really) set in the GoF, where instead of ron being put under water for Harry to save its the reader, cause her and Harry are close, and once he gets her out draco gets really concerned and worried about her, but also furious at Harry for allowing them to put the reader in danger.

warnings: ANGSTY ANGST ANGST, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, wounding, merpeople, sleeping spell stuff, fear of drowning type beat

wc: 1k

a/n: sooooo i had a lottt of fun with this request haha. this is one of my favorite requests ever, i love writing angst so so much, especially angsty fluffy stuff dhdixjzfshifksadhmvewikd anyways tysm for this request!!!! just a heads up that i changed a little bit of the plot shown in the books and movies to fit this imagine! also this really is any house reader, though one indicator that they’re a ravenclaw reader late in the imagine. Enjoy!

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As all the students saw Krum come up with Hermione, they cheered once more. Well, all the students except for Draco. He hadn’t seen you all day and he wondered if you had gotten sick, but as he watched the competitors of the Triwizard Tournament come up from the lake with their companions and friends, he started to wonder who Harry must have gotten. Ginny and Ron were watching, as well as Fred and George. Diggory came up with Cho, and Hermione had just come up. There weren’t many people it could’ve been and the majority of them had already come up or were cheering him on.

Except...

You.

The realization hit Draco like a truck. He started freaking out (internally of course, he had a reputation, after all.) “Hurry, Potter!” He said to himself. The clock was ticking and there was no way you could hold your breath for that long. Maybe it wasn’t you, maybe you were safe in your dorm with a minor fever, maybe he didn’t have to freak out after all. But then again, who else would it be? He had never pestered you about being friends with the golden trio but he felt it would do more harm than good. Nonetheless, he supported you and didn’t nitpick your friends, you were your own person.

As he wallowed in his thoughts, he heard thrashing from the water. Potter and Fleur came up without their counterparts. “I can’t find her!” they shouted in unison between breaths. You know what? Fuck his reputation. “Who? Who Potter?!” Draco shouted frantically. “Y/N!” Harry shouted. “And my little sister, Gabrielle! They’re somewhere at the bottom of the lake!” Fleur added. Draco wasted no time in taking off his shirt, socks, and shoes and jumping in after you (and hopefully Gabrielle). He swam for a while when he saw you and Gabrielle being held down under some sleeping spell by merpeople. He harshly kicked the merpeople away from both of you and they didn’t take that well. But before they could react, Draco was already swimming to the top with you and Gabrielle tucked under his arms. 

Fleur thanked Draco profusely as she swam to retrieve her little sister from him. He nodded as he swam back to shore with you. As Draco got out, some other students helped you, Fleur, and Gabrielle out of the water. By this time you were awake, luckily, but you had a large gash on your leg. Draco picked you up bridal style to take you to Madam Pomfrey’s. “I’ll speak with you later, Potter.” Draco spat out bitterly towards the boy as he walked towards the castle with you in his arms. You whimpered when you accidentally bumped the wound on your leg with your hand. “Merlin, that hurt like a BITCH!” You yelled into his chest. “Shhh Darling, it’s alright. We’re gonna get you healed up, okay?” You nodded and nuzzled further into his chest. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you neared the front of the castle.

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“Draco, dear, could you pass that bandage over here?” Madam Pomfrey asked politely. Draco grabbed the bandage and handed it to her as she started to wrap up your leg. “While we did close the wound, it will still be weak for about 14 days.” Madam Pomfrey said to you. “For the time being, you are to wear this bandage and use these crutches.” You groaned but agreed. As soon as she was out of the room, Draco used the soles of his shoes on the wall to get his rolling chair to end up right at the side of your bed. 

“Hey there, sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “Very sore. And tired.” You pressed a finger to your chin, pretending to think. “And in need of cuddles.” You giggled and Draco smiled at the sound of it. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you further.” He said cautiously. “Yes, I am indeed very sure Draco. Come here.” You held out grabby hands and made puppy eyes. How could he resist?! “Fine, but tell me if I’m hurting you in any way.” He said. He hated seeing you in pain except seeing you fight Pansy that one time was kinda hot and he wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

He climbed in the small cot and situated you both so he was on his back with your hand on his chest and your head in the crook of his neck he loved holding you literally so much. You felt comforted at his scent: green apples with a hint of dark chocolate and some cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. “You scared me so bad earlier, darling.” Draco said quietly. “I’m so sorry, Dray. The good thing is that I’m safe and okay and nothing can hurt me anymore.” You said and looked up at him. “How can you always find the positive side in things?” You both laughed quietly. “I just love you so much and I couldn’t bear losing you. You mean so much to me, doll.” A single tear dropped down his cheek as he held you closer. You reached up and wiped the tear. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m okay. I love you.” You said gently.

“How about we get some sleep? You’ve obviously had a pretty long day.” Draco joked and you nodded while giggling. You pulled the blue blanket Draco had gotten you from the Ravenclaw common room over the two of you. “You desperately need to tell Flitwick to create an actual passcode. It took me forever to figure out that riddle!” Draco complained. “What was the riddle?” you ask curiously. “How can you take 2 from 5 and leave 4?” He said. You thought for about 20 seconds. “Remove the 2 letters F and E from the word “five” and you have IV, which is 4 in roman numerals.” You said confidently. He groaned. “Seriously?! That took me like 15 minutes!” You both laughed and you let out a big yawn. “Goodnight, my love.” He kissed your hair and turned off the lamp beside you two. “Goodnight, Dray. Sweet dreams.” You kissed his neck. Before you fell asleep, you heard him say one last thing. “I love you, darling.”

[dearkyeom]

hellooo Kristy ✨ not sure if you're still playing the game but I'mma put my gif and/or gfx tags 👉🏼👈🏼 you may choose which one you wanna go through!!

HELLOOOO CHEY

[1] i literally found out what rotoscoping is when you did it for your top fave songs for.. was it 2019? time is fake. but omg like i never knew the name for it until you mentioned it and UGH I JUST LOVE IT like whenever you do it it's always SO clean and SO interesting. the fact that you did rotoscoping here when it's dino's hair going through the text too like HELLO THAT MUST HAVE TAKEN YOU SO LONG i also really love the structure of this. very geometric but flowing, the way the top two panels have this downward motion. and the bottom panel is upside down so it rounds everything out and makes you wanna scroll back up again UGH so smart i love it.

[2] i love this set it reminds me so much of like old school tumblr edits. also ppl who do sets for ot13 have my respect bc it just TAKES SOOOO MUCH TIME but it's so worth it. i love the blush and freckles it really suits how warm this photoshoot was and the fact that you were able to set it really well on their faces despite the fact that they're all facing different angles FDSFSD i can imagine it took quite a bit of time tweaking it so it looked just right. also the little cutout outline is so charming i love it.

[3] THIS IS SO GOOD PLS the way you blended the two scenes for each gif is so flawless and putting the letters to hoshi's name right in the middle was such a smart move i also adore the coloring here. it's really clean and the palettes overall are really pleasing to the eye. the scenes you chose to set side by side too go really well with each other like? they're super balanced so i'm not necessarily looking towards only one side or the other and i'm able to enjoy the set as a whole.

[4] I LOVE THIS HOW CUTE i'm a very huge sucker for strong concepts and popular tropes and stuff (thinking about heist!au svt boom boom mv my beloved. also it makes me think of your older works where you did a lot of different au edits UGH SOOOOO GOOD I LOVE STUFF LIKE THAT) the black and white with the blood red........ yes.... my jam. you really captured the essence of the ocean's movie series with this set, especially with the typography in the group shot.

[5] lastly i've always really liked your recoloring!!! vibrance, strong but balanced colors!!! this jeonghan set is so great i really love the extra contrast because it helps bring out all the shapes and angles of his face which is a really great face and also the highlights which just make the set pop without being too bright or dramatic!!! it's a really lovely set and you should be proud of it because you did a great job!!! luv to see it

[galavanting-pastries]

Amour, and other adventures

Pairing: Adventurer Cookie x Cotton Candy Cookie

Genre: Fake dating au, fluff, pining

Word count: 4.0k

Request: “Oooh Can I ask for an Adventurer x Cotton Candy story them dating or fake dating that they eventually ended up with together” -anonymous

A/n: this pairing lowkey stole my heart. Thank you for the ask! Fake dating always takes me longer to set up fully ergo this is kinda longer than I expected sooooo y’all are eating good today! 

Cotton Candy could always find her favorite place to write in impeccable condition and, most importantly, shrouded in solitude. The fluffy, low hanging sugar clouds near her house were practically unreachable to anyone but her, and fewer still knew that they could even be walked on. Climbing up from her room, onto the roof and from then upwards, she carried her slightly tattered pink notebook and her absolute favorite pen, content to lose herself in beautiful, love drawn words and daydreams for an hour or so. Just as she did the day before, and the day before that. A blissful monotony.

The sun shone brightly in the sky as Cotton Candy penned word after word in a letter.  She didn’t know who it was for quite yet, but that hardly mattered. It was more of a poem than anything and she hoped-

Crash.

...and she hoped that whoever-

CRASH.

What on earth? Heart thumping slightly, she slowly set down her things and, with the hesitation of a mouse, peeked down from her cloud.

A blur of sudden color flashed up in front of her eyes, and she shot back with a scream. The... thing now in the air did a few triumphant spins before landing with a resounding PUFF on her cloud. Cotton Candy gulped down breaths as her heart beat against her hand.

The cookie- she could see clearly now that it was indeed a cookie- huffed and panted from their exertion. 

“Great jelly,” They gasped, “Fences are a lot less sturdy than I remember.”

Cotton Candy sat dumbly, too shocked to move, and her pen fell from her stock still hand.

Finally, the cookie seemed to have noticed her.

“Ah! Hello there!” He greeted brightly, despite his visible exhaustion, and tipped his brown hat in greeting.

She knew that hat. She knew that lasso. She certainly knew that sun tanned, bright eyed, determined, and sweat-covered face. 

It was Adventurer Cookie.

Fighting past her flustered state, she moved her jaw, trying to make words come out.

“I’ve been looking all over for you Cotton Candy!”

She faltered in confusion.

“I-“

“Would you go on a date with me?”

...what. Date? Adventurer Cookie? Her? With?! 

Thoughts like clouds began to float through her head, expanding every passing second and making her heart beat in overdrive like a… like a… something! Such a bold proposition! Oblivious to her mental overload, the cookie continued on talking. In her daze, she could only process a few phrases near the tail end of his grand explanation.

“...some thingy...myself but...Cheesecake Cookie...only let me… needed a fake date...help me, won't you?”

Gaping, she suddenly shook her head clear as the words finally registered.

“A...fake date?”

“Yes!” He responded brightly. “I need that key, but a date to get that key. She won’t lend it to me otherwise. I’m not sure what that cookie’s end game is, but she was insistent. So, what do you say? Wanna run?”

The clouds deflated. Slumped at the lost hope, Cotton Candy chanced a look up at the other. Adventurer’s eyes were full and bright, and concentrated fully on her. She looks away, breathing heavily.

She sucked in a preparing breath. Disappointment and overwhelming confusion aside, she was always ready to help a friend, no matter what, and besides that:

No cookie ever turned down a chance to run.

“Ok!”

Adventurer lit up, his smile for a brief second rivaling the sun, and her skin heated up, as if in response to the warmth he was emitting.

“Great! Let’s go then!”

He suddenly reached for something at his waist, and flicked his wrist out.

There was a tightening around her middle, and Cotton Candy only belated realized that she was being lassoed before Adventurer Cookie jumped off the cloud down below, taking her with him.

---

As it turns out, the “thingy” Adventurer needed a date for was a mid-day soirée, hosted by their very own extravagant Cheesecake Cookie. 

While lassoing through forest and town on the way to her mansion with her in tow (and after she could stop screaming in fright), Adventurer Cookie explained that the extravagant cookie had been gifted a magical key from a traveling treasure collector from Yogurca, a key that Adventurer had need of for a certain hidden treasure. She had, however, only agreed to give it to him on one condition:

“Attend her party...”

“...W-with a date” she finished.

“Exactly right.” His face was set forward, determined as ever, but...

“Y-You don’t look too thrilled,” Cotton voiced, noticeably subdued.

He sighed. “Not particularly, no.” He turned to her suddenly. “Ah! Not because of you, of course. Social events like these have never really been my thing.”

Despite herself, she giggled softly. “Not mine, either.”

He chuckles with her, and she feels more at ease than before. She could see him daydreaming about being on some grand quest for a secret artifact rather than interacting with people at a party. After setting them both on solid ground, they walked toward the lavish front door and golden welcome mat.

Cheesecake Cookie greeted them enthusiastically enough at the door, but she visibly brightens when she notices how close the two of them are standing.

“Oh wow!” She exclaims. “Look at that! You followed my request after all.”

“Yes, of course I did.” Charming smile in place, Adventurer Cookie secures an arm around Cotton’s waist and pulls her into his side. “My date for the day.”

The reminder that she was there to help out a friend was the only thing that kept her from passing out then and there.

They’re then ushered inside, following her trailing gold feather-boa to the party room. Cotton’s own little delivery bird, who had flown alongside them for their journey, took to playing with Fluffy Cheese cat, dodging harmless swipes from cheesy, clawless paws with a happy twitter.

So distracted by the adorable sight, she almost  doesn’t notice when her companion stops and causes her to fumble a bit. When she looked up, his eyes had gone wide and full of a bright, farplaced wonder, as he stopped and stared, almost in a trance, across the room.

She slowly followed his gaze until there it was before her eyes: the key he sought. Set with a bright gem and a metal frame that was once gold, dirtied over by years of being hidden by time. The key he had searched her out for, that he braved a party to obtain.

The swing of a lasso and the heart-dropping anticipation that comes before finding what you’d been hunting for. Was the pull of a potential hidden secret so strong that he was so captivated by a single artifact? He must see a hundred keys just like this one, but each must hold a valuable promise in his eyes, a potential for journey, for excitement, for triumph and adventure. 

The party passes by in a bit of a blur for Cotton Candy Cookie. 

She vaguely registers compliments toward her dress (“thank you” she would shyly reply) and the smell of food, but her main attention was on her “date”.

At some point, he had shifted from having an arm around her to looping theirs together, and would proceed like that for the rest of the afternoon. The benefit of this was that being so close to him meant that others generally noticed Adventurer Cookie first and would greet him, instead of questioning her presence, doing absolute wonders for her chronic timidness. The downside was: she was just so close to him.

She never would have noticed how, in that rugged way, he was devastatingly handsome. How his sandy blonde hair went every which way, as though he had just climbed out of some dark and dangerous jungle. In this case he practically had, but seeing it from afar and writing couplets in a journal was different, Cotton Candy found, than being pressed up against its side for an extended period of time. How when he told stories (for the others would always ask him about his latest grand exploits, crowding around with bated breath), he liked to use his hands and reenact, mimicking the fierce roars of a beast or a particularly daring jump for a stray gem or jelly. It was the only time he would step away from her. It was no wonder that she was in a daze.

She was firmly aware, however, of Cheesecake Cookie smiling slyly (or as slyly as someone so giggly could be) from across the room. 

So when Adventurer’s face breaks through her daze and appears before her own, grin impossibly wide and treasure key in hand, it’s no wonder that her own smile is just as wide.

“Couldn’t have done this without you, Cotton Candy. Thank you!”

A shy smile breaks through and she murmurs a “You’re welcome”

He blinks, as though caught off guard, but before she even gather the courage to ask:

“Right! Well, let’s get you back home then!”

She doesn’t have the chance to protest before the lasso is around her once more, and they’re off.

—

Cotton Candy collapsed onto her bed.

Her beloved heart pen was flowing across the page in her notebook before she could even think, word after word as they came into her mind and translated onto the paper.

She wrote lines and lines of a strong arm secured around her, of a rugged earthy scent that covered his natural cookie sweetness. A charming ruggedness and a spark of adventure in his eyes that would never go out. Of the fearful thrill that went through her as they lassoed through the trees, and the realization that she longed for the rush now that it was over.

Replaying the events of the day in her mind only made them seem more dream-like. Like one of popcorn cookie’s dashing romance movies. She kicks herself for not engraving every single detail to memory. It full well might be the only date she’ll ever be on! 

But it wasn’t real! Just a favor for a friend. Another lovesick fantasy far removed from reality. Her head was in the clouds again. She clamped down on the pen, biting at her lip, as though she could be jolted out of this convoluted daydream. But this time, it wasn’t a dream. Cotton Candy dropped her pen suddenly and snatched a nearby fluffy pink pillow, shoved her face into it and wailed.

-

Any hope Cotton Candy had of sulking the day away was dashed to pieces (almost literally) by a series of familiar crashes approaching the floating clouds above her home. 

She had been ready to spend at least the morning there before someone like Pink Chocolate Cookie or Cherry Blossom dragged her away for a friendly outing or tea time, but the appearance of a familiar orange bandana and hat effectively ruined any chances of that.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked casually as he climbed up onto her floating sanctuary.

“Go...where?” She asked, thoroughly confused.

“To get the treasure. You helped me get the key, it only makes sense that you get to come along!”

“Oh,” she nodded. “Wait, what?! I can’t do that! 

“Oh come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Finally getting his footing, he pulled himself up and dusted the sugar crystals off of his front. “Well done for finding such an amazing discovery! I didn’t even know you could walk on these clouds.” He smiled down at her.

Her words died in her throat and she could only nod, a small lovestruck smile on her face instead.

“I’ve only a little while before Blackberry comes looking for me, so we must be off!” He turned to her, expectant.

Even when she could get a hold of herself. She was finding it harder and harder to say no. After all, a sudden spur of the moment adventure had such a romantic element to it, and so much potential for a love poem. Besides, there was apparently much to be said about the call for adventure, if that look on his face from the other day was anything to go by.

Her waning hesitation must show in her eyes, because Adventurer cookie flashed an excited grin. He puts his hand up to his hip, and she fearfully thrusts her arms out in front of her.

“I-I can walk! I can walk!” 

“Oh. Alright then” Lowing his hand (thank goodness) he suddenly leapt off the cloud, spun twice and landed, solidly, onto the ground. He called up to her.

“Come then, Candy!”

She sputtered. “C-c-Candy?!”

He turned back, tilting his head. “Just a little nickname. Is that alright?”

Remembering herself, she quickly nodded. Satisfied, he continued up the path. 

Gathering her courage up, she called after him. “Only if I get to call you Addie!”

Adventurer Cookie stopped, then laughed and gave a resounding thumbs up, moving forward once again. She smiled and made her way down.

—

“You’re telling me this isn’t your first forest temple?” 

The journey had been fine, but the insane stories Addie told her along the way were more than enough to have her moving promptly and keeping up well enough. He seemed more than happy to regale her. Even the darkness of the crumbling brick could do little to dampen Adventurer Cookie when he was in his element.

“Oh, this is nothing. I once found an ancient lamp that was being guarded by a yeti.”

“A yeti?” She gasped.

“A yeti.” 

To think, she still had so much to find out about those far off journeys to far off lands.

He suddenly put a hand out in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. Blinking, she turned, only to find him grinning and pointing up, up toward…

Oh wow.

The dark room they were in held but a single point of light that drifted almost lazily between colors, stationary on top of a large pedestal in its center. A mysticality surrounded it, and the ivy choked stone that rose around it.

Wordlessly, eyes fixed, they moved forward slowly toward the object. As if it were an animal that might frighten away. They were upon it, right within reach. Breath quickening, Cotton Candy turned to her friend in an unasked question. He gives a small  encouraging smile and nods toward her.

She took a deep breath. And stepped forward. Before she could second guess, let her nervousness decide for her, she held the gem in her hands. It pulsed, almost warm, with magic. What magic did it hold? How many eras had this one object seen? The glow from the gem illuminated her face as she could only hold it in wonder. The magic within continued to swirl different colors in her hands, before suddenly settling with a pop on a vibrant pink. A small gasp came from her.

“Did you see that?! Oh, Addie, did you see it? It changed color!” She turned to him in flushed elation, pure excitement, and wonder.

She found, upon meeting them suddenly, his eyes to be wide and full of that enchanted spark, and yet not fixed on the glowing gemstone. The magical treasure. An unfailing gaze was laid upon her face.

Adventurer Cookie, unthinking, murmured, “Beautiful…”

Her words dried up on her tongue. Frozen, utterly frozen by his intense gaze. Their eyes met across the pedestal, the shine from the gem the only thing illuminating their faces. Unabashed and slack faced wonder.

It passed. Addie coughed, and averted his eyes.

“Let’s go on then.”

—-

The fire was bright in the forest.

Cotton Candy wondered absently if Fig Cookie was out and about, or if the little forest denizen were already asleep. If they possibly knew of the gem or it’s story in the forest. If anyone knew about such a beautiful ancient treasure, besides her and Adventurer Cookie.

Turning to her side, she met with the companion on her journey so far. The dim glow reflected onto his face, illuminating him by half.

Her fingers itched for her pen.

The glow reminded her of the gem, the indescribable feeling of holding it, how he had looked in its pale pink light and...

That look they shared had been...she was just seeing what she wanted to see. Cotton Candy knew she was a hopeless romantic. This was just another daydream. Just another fantasy.

“Um, Addie? About that day at Cheesecake Cookie’s…”

He hummed.

“I was wondering. Wh-why did you ask...me?” 

Startled by the question, Addie coughed, dropping the firewood he’d been using. He played absently with the brim of his hat.

“Well,” he attempted, “Everyone knows...um..”

“Everyone knows what?” Cotton hesitantly asked.

“That...well, that you’re one of the kindest, and sweetest cookies and things like that. I’d be remiss not to ask you, right?”

“O-oh.” Cotton Candy’s face was beet red. Compliments were her one true weakness and to hear them from someone like him was simply overwhelming. Her fingers found the curls in her fluffy hair and fiddled with them, nervously.

Adventurer coo-Addie, she corrects herself gently, shifts on his feet, one hand on his hip and the other tugging at his bandana.

“You mentioned a yeti? Earlier?” She tries.

Perhaps grateful for the distraction, Addie lit up and delved into a thrilling tale of adventure into a cold underground cavern, after braving the harsh sands of a desert. 

It’s long into the night before they remembered to go home.

—-

She’d written a letter, so many more letters than she has written before. They were longer than any she had ever written. Her feelings had poured forth 

She would give one to him.

A single letter to tell him how she felt. 

For as shy as she usually was about her feelings, Cotton Candy has always needed to express them in some way. It’s why she had taken to writing love letters, putting her heart out in words and giving her love a physical presence. So she could cherish that beautiful feeling of being lighter than air, of a rainbow blooming from her very soul.

Clutching the unsealed envelopes to her chest, she tried to calm her breathing, the tenseness of her shoulders, and the shaking in her hands. Sending the letter, making her feelings known-

She’s not sure if she can pick just o-

CRASH.

An alarmed kick of her leg sends the small pile of letters careening off of the edge of the cloud.

“AH!” She yelps, diving to catch them. She misses them by an inch, and startles when a familiar cry sounds from below. 

...

One of these days, Cotton Candy thinks numbly, that’s not going to catch me off guard. But the damage was already done. From below, she heard him make a noise of confusion at the sudden pile of letters that had fallen from the sky.

But! She thought, She could still fix this! She could say that they were private and to ignore them, just close the envelopes-

The envelopes. The envelopes that had a small doodle of a lasso and a hat on them! Crumbling back into her cloud, she wills the fluff to swallow her up so that she can disappear forever. 

“Candy?” He called again. “I had something to tell you but… what is all this?”

This isn't how she wanted it to go! But she could not will herself to move from her sugary scented coffin, and thus, resigned herself to an embarrassing fate.

She did, however, peek over the edge unable to stand the suspense.

Addie picked up an envelope, clearly seeing the detail on the front, for he blinked in surprise. Sparing a glance upward toward her hiding place, he opened the letter and read it. 

It felt like a lifetime that his eyes scanned the floral scented page.

She didn’t like how he was looking at the words as though they were one of his temple puzzles to solve. When he looked like that, he was certain to figure just about anything out. Snatching herself back from the ledge, she hid in a bunching of soft cloud, heart jackhammering and breath coming much too slowly.

Finally, he looked up, expression unreadable.

“Are these...for me?” He asked, uncertainly, a strange quality to his voice.

She gave a meek ”yes” sounding squeak from her pillow.

For a short while, there is nothing. Then she hears a familiar grunt from below before a whoosh and a thud upon her cloud. Reluctantly, she lifted her face, but as soon as she caught sight on him, she shoved her face back into its hiding place.

The figure hesitates.

“Oh jelly, I’m not sure I know how to do this properly but-“

Without warning, a strong hand took hers and lifted it from off of her pillow.

The softest touch from a pair of lips on her fingers jolts her up, whipping around to stare at her hand in shock and the cookie holding it. He held her hand like a dashing prince to a fair maiden. He swallowed, visibly nervous.

“Maybe that’s wrong? Then, let me see…”

He leans in before she could speak and presses his lips to her forehead, tenderly as though she were a precious artifact. A beautiful gemstone.

“H-huh?” She stuttered.

“Oh dear,” he flushed, “h-how about-“

He quickly presses a light kiss on her cheek, and it’s the final straw that sends her careening back into her cloud pillow with a high pitched squeak.

Addie flinched. “I’ve made a mess, haven’t I?” He sighed.

“I don’t have your wonderful way with words. You see, I’m... quite fond of you, Candy.” 

For once words fail her. Every scrawling line of poetry is suddenly too much, and not enough. She looks in his face, in his expression and finds an uncertainty. New territory, unexplored jungles and the excitement and exhilaration fear that came with it. She was starting to understand it. 

Cotton Candy closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Gathering her courage once more.

Perhaps daunting journeys were his field of expertise but this, this was hers. She closes her eyes and lets herself feel. Let’s her feelings, as they flowed from her heart, wash over her in waves. She had her words, but the inexplicable lightness inside of her heart was unmatched and unmistakable. 

She leans forward and gently presses their lips together.

She feels Addie freeze at her touch, but feels even more keenly the way the tension melts out of his body as he leans into her lips. Moving ever so slowly, his hand coming up to meet her face, softly in a way she didn't know he possessed.

And then it's over. He looks her up and down in amazement, before a smile buds across his face.

“Good jelly, that was...better than any treasure I’ve ever known.”

Flustered, she turns away from him, thoroughly embarrassed but smiling still.

“May I... sit next to you?”

She nods frantically while still not facing in his direction, so she feels rather than sees him finally sit down next to her. Then, slide in closer. Cotton Candy takes a deep breath, before pushing herself into his side, face hot and eyes screwed shut.

He freezes at the movement. Then, bit by bit, relaxes.

“I’ve been on so many adventures, seen so much danger, and yet, my heart has never beat so fast before.”

She laughs. “Now you know how I feel. This stuff is much scarier than an old temple or a yeti.”

He doesn’t reply just then, but after a moment, “When Cheesecake Cookie said I needed a date, you were the first cookie I thought of.”

She stills, heart taking a grand leap.

“It was all quite the adventure…”

She knows he’s not talking about the temple. Overtaken by a sudden bout of sunny happiness, she snuggles in closer. His arms tighten around her. His voice, uncharacteristically soft.

“I wonder what the next adventure will be.”

She doesn’t reply, but hums in contentment. The sun was setting over the land, pink and orange. There would be time to figure it out later. For now though, Cotton Candy Cookie was more than content to lose herself in her daydreams for a while.

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

Know You Uncomfortably Well: 5, 8, 9, 12, 23, 24, 28, 33, 35, 38, 46, 50, 67, 86, 87 (you /did/ ask for it, my friend :p)

haha I did indeed, and you are ridiculous.  *cracks knuckles* HERE WE GO!

5. What is your favorite color?

Purple!  Specifically purples along this sort of palatte:

8. Where are you from?

Arizona, originally!  But upstate new york is legitimately where my heart lies and where Birdie and I ultimately plan to return to one day.

9. How tall are you?

5′4.75″ ...It’s actually closer to 5′4.5″ but well it all comes out about 164cm in the end.

12. What was your last dream about?

So I don’t tend to remember my dreams very well, but they always tend to be very cinematic and don’t always even involve me, though some of them do.�� Always there’s a plot, even if I can’t remember what the plot is.  

The last one I still have some vague memory of I was living in some sort of fascist sort of 1984-ish state, but all slick and 2000s modern and stuff.  And I was in a resistance with Penn & Teller for some reason?  And somehow they were still celebrities?  It was bizarre.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I have!  I think there’s only two that weren’t like.  Popular Christian Musicians From The Late 90s/Early Aughts, and those were Alice Cooper (who was very nice and thought the story I told him about how when my mom was in college he performed near her and she hopped the fence at the tiny local airport his private plane had landed in and stuck her gum to the bottom of it before going to the concert was VERY funny).

And the other one I actually knew before he was a celebrity but I think it still counts?  But I was kind of quasi-adopted as a little sister sort of person by Kellan Lutz’s mom?  Uh, he was in the Twilight movies, I forget the guy’s name, the big jock one of the Cullens?  I also babysat his younger brothers, and Kellan taught me how to play Pokemon Snap in his living room.  This was when he was in high school, obviously - he was a year older than me and I thought he was super nice.  I basically lived at their house for a couple years.

24. Baths or showers?

Depends on what I want/need out of it.  If it’s just “I want to get clean and maybe warm”, showers every time especially if there’s not a good deep tub available.  If I want to soak to help my joints/muscles hurt less or if my spoons are low for standing, then baths.

My kingdom for either a LARGE tub with a separate shower that fits a shower chair, or one of those walk-in sitting tubs with a shower attachment.

28. What type of music do you like?

ALL KINDS.  Seriously, I have yet to run into a type of music that I don’t like ANYTHING from that genre, though I’m pickier about some things like heavy metal or country.  But I really like kind of. Indie Rock circa the early aughts?  Not even rock, just like.  Indie rock/pop/folk/country/whatever that weird thing that was going on like.  Norah Jones, Ingrid Michaelson, Rilo Kiley, Neko Case, Sara Bareilles... idk there’s a similar through line to a lot of them?  ...Maybe it’s just they’re all girls man idk XD  But also Give Me Mountain Goats.  I love The Mountain Goats. 

I just like songs, generally.  Fuck genre, often even fuck artist bc there are many artists who I only really listen to a couple of songs from and don’t really get into the other stuff they do.

Also filk.  Seanan and Vixy & Tony and SJ Tucker and all sorts of fun fantasyish folk.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I mean, often “nothing”, or “I grab some crackers or a boost shake to get me through until lunch”.  I don’t actually like eating right after I’ve woken up?  But sometimes I’ll have cereal or toast.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

*sobs into hands*  OK so when we were living in Florida, my friend Dorian and I actually used to go to an archery class every week, and it was SO FUN.  But then he got a new job and couldn’t do it anymore, and he was my ride and I tried going alone but it just wasn’t the same, but I did graduate to the intermediate class before I stopped going.  I MISS IT SO FUCKING MUCH.

I’d really like to take it back up again, but I don’t have anywhere to practice or anything, so it’s difficult.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

I think 72 hours, if you don’t count 10 minutes of being conscious but just *grazing* the edges of sleep and then getting woken up again before I could actually sleep.

When the insomnia passed, I slept for like 16 hours straight with two quasi-conscious points when I went to pee.

46. What is your personality type?

Like, from a test or just in general?  In general I think I’m a pretty optimistic but dreamy person.  Creative, not great at motivation, prefer working alone or with one trusted partner I already know to groups, like my alone time, etc.  I did take a couple personality tests to answer tho!:

(from here)

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50. Left or right handed?

Right handed but I keep trying occasionally to cultivate left handedness in myself. Something I’ve been trying to do since I was like 11 (I never stick at it long enough for it to work, ftr) initially because I was deeply paranoid I would get leukemia and have to get my right arm amputated (I was a weird kid) and I wanted to not have to re-learn how to write while dealing with all that, but then moving forward just ‘cause it would be cool to be able to do, especially when like, I’m trying to do an essay test and my hand is cramping up.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Well, I didn’t think so and i probably couldn’t do it without a map or a list of what I’ve already named, but I took a test and got 100% sooooo...

86. What are you allergic to?

Tylenol and cantaloupe! Also possibly aspirin.  None of them like LIFE THREATENING but tylenol has increased in severity of symptoms every time I’ve taken it since I was little and the last time I tried I got a REALLY itchy throat and mouth and it felt like things were swollen and making breathing not DIFFICULT but at least very mildly obstructed, so it’s probably for the best not to take it again, y’know?

87. Do you keep a journal?

I don’t.  I used to, when I was in high school I had like four thick journals that had like, those fancy cloth/beaded covers and handmade paper that was really popular for a while in the early aughts?  Including one that had a leather wrap cover that was entirely in tengwar and cirith from Lord of the Rings - not from a website, but my own interpretation of the charts and linguistic information provided in the Lord of the Rings appendices. So that no one could read my diary.

I’ve lost the journals and the tengwar chart I’d made but I can more or less rebuild it with the variety of options you can find online, but it’s a sort of mishmash and I definitely didn’t stick to one language’s usage of certain letters, and I developed certain shorthand quirks - some of which were used by tolkien and some of which weren’t - that would make it very difficult to transcribe that journal even if you were working off the specific variant of the tengwar alphabet that I’d been using.  I don’t think even I could do it anymore tbh, if I were to find that journal.  In my defense, it’s been nearly 20 years since I kept it, so. XD

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Anyway, here I am really bothering you and not leaving you alone, aren’t I?

I wrote you this letter from the bottom of my heart. I hope you have the patience to read it, sorry it’s long. Anyway I hope you look back on this letter and know my intent was pure and with love. Tell you what I really feel. What my heart tells me.

Dear Sue,

I write you because hell, might as well put my thoughts to “paper”. No one knows about this page except you.

Sooooo when it comes to us, or just women, the way it goes after you get dumped or put down is

I shouldn’t care anymore, right?

I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable if you have moved on from me. It’s just you have to empathize with me. My heart was ripped out of me.

I wonder how you’re doing, do you miss me as much as I miss you. Do you still think about us, the butterflies, Do you still want me as your man, haha stupid questions I know. Ive been getting by with henny and romantic comedies haha but hey again the whole us blowing up was my fault. I do hope you’re doing ok mentally, spiritually, emotionally. Truly I do wish for your well being. I’m just relieved I didn’t break your heart, again, better me than you.

I miss my dream catcher, it hurt like hell giving it back and the Disney tickets. I didn’t do it to hurt you, just spare myself of seeing them and thinking of you. You once or maybe several times, told me you always think of me. And now You really do cross my mind a thousand times. But anywho I hope my t shirts get put to use btw not as cloth rags 😂😅, along with my hoodie. Better uses than my birthday gifts, little mike, red bag and all, pennywise, alll in the back of a car, hidden in shame or just not treated kindly in my opinion.

I feel what drove you to end us was me not paying attention to the anger issues. Me, making excuses would say, you should’ve sat me down and stressed the danger of pushing you away, causing you to do some fucked up shit. But I was dealt Karma. I am a hypocrite to complain, since I did the same to you but I hope the caring you will see what massive effect your decisions made.

I also see that you dealt with a lot of internal conflict, feeling like I’d only want to change when you’d be leaving. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you were stuck in a bad never ending circle, i did make it feel that way, nothing hurts more to see someone you love do that to you. Again another mistake on my part of not realizing you were leaving, hurtin due to that type of attitude and behavior that came from me.

You are such a big positive force in my life. You are. Which is why I made bucca a big deal, I know it was extremely unfair since it was my fault we couldn’t hang long but thinking back you probably didn’t say yes to being my girl because you already were someone else’s, that kills me, that’s why I felt so betrayed by you. I mean I was in shock, just thinking why would you do this to me, pretty traumatizing. I feel your emotionally unavailable stuff was all a fat lie. It’s killing me inside why you didn’t just sit me down like a human being and talk to me.

Nonetheless you’re a special beautiful woman that I love for her smile, her jokes, her dorkiness, ability to no matter what is going on, be worried about me, how I was doing, feeling, no matter what troubles you were going thru. One of my favorite things about you is your ability to sing, that truly melted me, the idea of riding in the car with you and singing, expressing ourselves through music. I really did drop the ball with you, I have to live with that, the reason why I’ll hold on to you for as long as I can is because of what you mean to me now. However I do know Eventually emotions fade and memories with them so eventually we will truly fade away. If you haven’t already.

But still this was out of left field. You are a sweet heart and I think you already know that. You’re ability to stand by ppl you love, obviously not me 😅but the way you stand by Ana as her support even if she doesn’t match your love for her, she does love you and I pray she does come around because man she’d take a fat L losing you, or with Emily, the way you spend quality time with her as your friend. Little things that have big meaning and are easily overlooked. But yet you find ways to make ppl feel special before yourself.

You are an amazing, beautiful woman and I mean it. The sooner you see it, the sooner it will help you feel like you should be happy to be who you are.

Ever since that day I have been at a loss for words. You’d probably say it’s dramatic but I’m living with a void in me. What happened? When did I lose you, I guess that’s the point of feelings huh, you don’t see them coming. I had no chance to fight for you this last time. In a way I hope the time away from me, really really clears your mind and heart so you can see if you really did love me, and maybe you have a good good explanation for yourself as to why you did what you did even though not two weeks before had you said “ i hope you still love me” “te amo”. You can lie to me. But not yourself. For me as much as it hurts to think of you not choosing me, that’s what happened. And if hes what you truly want, I can live with that.

I often think about all the times I’d ask you are you sure you still want this. And I break down mentally just trying to find out why you’d say yes but then play me. Don’t get me wrong It was a lot of work to work on us with me however I feel I was on the verge of getting that down, like I understand it was far from perfect but did I make you feel loved I wonder. Probably fucked up too much for you to say yes.

I was only about you whether I was upset or not. I thought I was mending all that tbh. Somewhere along the way your words really had me thinking I was loved like I never have been but your heart was wanting another at the same time. Haha I’m all worked up because of what I thought I meant in your eyes. It really was like hey you’re enough and I want this to work. And so I took ALL you said to me to heart. Which made the heartbreak that much more painful, I’m glad I didn’t do that to you because, the guilt would kill me, what I did with Daria and you still does. I still have the crying clip of you, after I left bby.

I wish you’d talk to me about it, I really do, for you to just show respect for what was there, for your words of I love you, cariño, Habibi, that you said to me. Honor their memory just give me true closure. I can leave you alone, never speak to you again. Drop off a map and disappear you’d literally never hear from me again if that’s what you really prefer. But if not and communicating was an option, I’d want to know where I lost you. If it makes you feel a tad better I feel once it sinks in that you are gone, and the emotions and memories fade, I will truly leave, disappear to become an insignificant memory by my own action just to give you peace, ya know. Do right by you for once.

But for as long as the emotions and memories last in your heart I’ll take pride and hope the sunflower really sticks, it’s a symbol, a memory. Every time the song comes out I do think about you, makes me wish I was miles and youd be my white girl, mi hermosa guerita. Sounds juvenile but I really was excited to teach you more Spanish for when you’d meet my family. How sweet, a thought. Those are priceless. Hope the song brings you positivity on your path. You’ll go far with make up and doing hair. I still think youd make a great YouTube horror movie channel host.

I do love you, make no mistake about that. I will for as long as that fire burns.

As cheesy as it is, you made me feel like the hero or the lucky guy who gets the girl like miles here. I believe in my heart I coulda done amazing by you, I know a version of me has to be out there In an alternate reality where my dumbass got things right, fuck this sucks, for me of course lmao 😂 you do seem to be doing fine and I’m thankful that you’re loved and still loving someone, it’s a special gift. Just make sure you never use I love you carelessly like with me.

If I had the chance to do it over again I would, never hurt you and let your love complete me, help me feel not alone.

Ps: the app shows my edit in a better way

You changed my life for the better by showing me what a woman is capable of, what you bring to those you love. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say my guard is fully up yet again and I’m afraid haha afraid to let anyone, ANYONE in. I thought I was safe with you...

You’re with me in my heart. lol kinda sounds like Tarzan huh

Well uhhh gtg 👋🏽

*g lock handshake

I really am sad and sorry we just ended the way we did, no talking, no hugs, no last kiss. I miss you Habibi, I do. You were my Disney princess. 🌻

Well with that long ass letter, I leave you here. Probably, it seems for good , soon I’ll delete my social media and I’ve already started looking for another job. So while my heart will be spoken for as long as it chooses you, I won’t be around anymore, too painful and this is the first time I’ve had my heart broken, like truly.

So,

Kenzy Sue Schumacher

ich liebe dich

Quizás en otra vida

Love,

Your cariño

Ps: Someone actually read the entire thing and liked it lol hashtags huh

[super-marvel-imaginesxoxx]

Unexpected Part 15

Summary: After a one night stand with the one and only Bucky Barnes, something unexpected happens, bringing the reader and Bucky together.

Buckyxreader

Warnings: pregnancy themes, fluff, slight angst

Word count: 1,205

A/N: OMG IT’S BEEN MONTHS. I am sooooo sorry it took me so long to get this next part out. But I hope you enjoy! Hoepfully I’ll have the last few parts out soon. Feedback is always appreciated!

Masterlist

    Bucky stared at the letter in his hands. He had received it a couple of weeks ago. The dark red letters taunted him as the threat the spelled out haunted his dreams. They, of course, had gotten multiple threats from people throughout the years, but this, by far, was the scariest for Bucky, because they were about you and his unborn child.

    “Bucky?” You voice carried into the bedroom as you walked down the hallway. Bucky quickly shoved the letter under the mattress before you walked into the bedroom. “What did you want for breakfast?” You asked.

    He smiled as he looked at your ever growing stomach. If he had it his way, he would keep you in bed all day, everyday, protecting you from everything. It was hard to keep you in the wheelchair for those couple of months. He knew he had to give you a little bit freedom.

    “Why don’t I make us some eggs and bacon and you can just sit there with that amazing glow?” He asked as he hopped off the bed. You just smiled up at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you into the kitchen.

__________

    “How do we not know how they’re getting in?” Bucky’s voice roars around the conference room.

    Tony sighs as he drops the file full of the letters on the table. “The video threats have been coming in from an untraceable address, but we’re working on that. As for the letters, they don’t have a return address, but we are trying to get any DNA we can from them,” he explained.

    “Well, try harder!” Bucky yelled, slamming his fists on the table. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry. I know you’re doing everything you can. I just can’t think about (Y/N) or our daughter being in danger again,” he said as he sat down in a chair beside Steve.

    Steve rubbed a reassuring hand on his friend’s back. “We’ll protect them, Buck. We won’t let anything happen to either one of them. They’re our family now,” Steve told him.

    Bucky nodded as he looked down at the letters, hoping to god that they figure this out.

__________

    Natasha gave you a glass of water as she sat back down on the couch beside you. Nat and Wanda were having a movie night, but in all honesty you guys weren’t watching the movie. Bucky and the others had you on lockdown in the tower- not like you could go very far with the extra 30 pounds you were carrying- so your main sources for anything going on outside was from Nat and Wanda.

    “So, the girl from accounting actually did get the courage to ask Sam out!” Nat exclaimed. You and Wanda laughed, until yours was cut short from a kick. “Oh! Can we feel?” Nat asked, noticing the look on your face.

    You gave her a small smile and grabbed both her and Wanda’s hands. “She’s been moving a lot lately. I think she’s almost out of room and ready to come out,” you explained.

    Wanda smiled. “We’ll have a mini (Y/N) running around soon enough,” she said as felt the movement underneath her hand. “This is absolutely amazing.”

    “Is my girl kicking?” Bucky asked, walking into the apartment. Wanda and Nat just nodded, slowly taking their hands off you. Bucky knelt behind the couch and reached around you, gently placing his hands were Nat and Wanda’s were. “Wow, she’s really active today,” Bucky said in awe as he stared down at where his hand was.

    “Well, that’s our cue to leave the happy family alone. We’ll stop by tomorrow for lunch,” Wanda told you as her and Nat stood up to leave.

    You waved them goodbye as the walked out the door. “So, where were you all day?” You asked as the kicking finally slowed to a stop and Bucky wasn’t distracted anymore.

    He gave a strained smile. “Just catching up on some paperwork,” he explained as he moved away from you. “What did you want for dinner?” He asked, changing the subject.

    Pushing yourself off the couch, you said, “I’m too hungry right now, just tired. I think I’m going to take a nap and then we’ll see what our little soccer player wants when I wake up.”

    Bucky beamed at you at the mention of his daughter. You laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Want me to join you?” He asked, hope in his eyes.

    You shook your head no. “If you join me, you and I both know we won’t be getting much sleeping done,” you explained. His laughed followed you down the hall. You were about to get on the bed, when something sticking out from under the mattress caught your eye. You reached down and pulled out a letter. Your heart stopped as you read it.

    We will have her. One way or another, we will find a way to have her and her child. And there will be nothing you can do. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Say goodbye to your family.

    “You forgot your favourite blanket in the living-” Bucky cut himself off as he walked into the room and looked at what was in your hands. “How did you find that?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

    You could only stare down at the words. “Maybe you should hide it better,” you snapped. You held up the letter, finally dragging your eyes to Bucky. His face was pale as he awaited your reaction. “We’re in this together. That’s what we said,” you told him, trying to keep your anger reigned in. “How long have you had this? And how many more are there?”

    “We received that one a couple of weeks ago. There are a couple of others. Not a lot, but there’s enough,” he told you slowly, trying to gauge your reaction as he did.

    You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “I want to see them,” you said, standing straighter.

     Bucky immediately shook his head. “Listen, I’ll tell you about them from now on, but I beg to whatever you believe in, don’t make me show you. Please,” he begged.

    “Only if you-” you were interrupted by Steve running into your room.

    “Bucky, we got a hit,” Steve told him, standing up straighter. “We’re leaving in 10.”

    Bucky looked at you, trying to figure out what you wanted. You took a deep breath and gave him the letter. “Make them pay,” you told him as you leaned up to kiss him.

    He smiled a bit and grabbed your face between his hands. “I love you. No more secrets, I promise. I’ll be back to you and our little girl soon. I promise. I love you,” he said as he peppered your face with kisses.

    “Bucky-”

    “I know, Steve!” Bucky cut Steve as he gave you one last kiss. “I love you.”

    You smiled up at him. “I love you too. Be safe,” you told him. With that, he grabbed his gear and ran out of the apartment with Steve on his heels. When the door to the apartment closed, that’s when the pain hit you.

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[skamfairy]

Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone Movie - Thoughts after watching for the first time

AHHHH I FINALLY WATCHED IT, this is hella long so i’m gonna jump right in but also if you are curious but can’t be bothered to read this much just scroll down to the end to read a short paragraph on my overall thoughts ashjhjsa HERE WE GO

OKAY SO opening credits are rolling and i’m FINE but then THIS SHOT opens the movie and i’m losing my shit

I legit started giggling uncontrollably and my heart started racing because it finally hit me THAT I WAS FINALLY SEEING IT ALL ON SCREEN like it’s happening and the vibe really hit me right then THE PRIVET DRIVE SIGN THE OWL ALL OF IT this opening felt SO GOOD it felt so right because the first sentence in the book is about the dursley’s living on privet drive and the owl and the music just give it that instant ominous magic vibe i love it i love it 

and then we get this bloody shot of cat McGonagall

and we watch Miss McGonagall LITERALLY TRANSFORM FROM CAT TO WOMAN THROUGH THE SHADOW ON THE WALL

AND it’s honestly the coolest thing i’ve ever seen i seriously loved this and i’m SO SO SO GLAD THEY KEPT THIS IN IT REALLY KICKS OF THE MAGIC like for me this really made me go “YES YES YES YES YES WE’RE HERE WE’RE DOING THIS” and from an artsy POV, it was just honestly a beautiful and cool shot. 

THEN THE TITLE

i’m sorry but I’VE GOT to talk about this right now so i don’t have to address it again but like THIS TITLE REALLY FUCKING HYPES YOU UP seriously, the music the lightning ALL OF IT it’s so loud and compelling and it makes you so excited. if you aren’t one to get hyped up by street signs and cats turning into women like me, then THIS will hype you up GURANTEED i’m in love with it i felt the chill go through my body RAIN STARTED POURING OUT MY WINDOW!! (i’m not lying you can ask my friend as my witness she knows cos i bragged about it several times during the stream sahsahj) anyway just saying IT MAKES YOU READY FOR MAGIC

I’m gonna put a keep reading here because we’re just getting started and this is gonna be long as hell so enjoy if you keep reading and bye angel! if you’re not shjjhas

anyway the light of our lives wakes up in his closet and i am THIS close to calling child protective services and get him outta there but,,,,,,,you know, we got a movie to watch. 

Dudley is bloody horrible, but then his dad literally threatens harry with car keys so we’ve got bigger fish to complain about i guess

WE GO TO THE ZOOO! (YAAAAY)

and can i just say my fave part of this isn’t just the fact that the snake NODS when harry starts talking to it (although it’s high up there) but when instead of freaking out and going hOLY SHIT I CAN TALK TO SNAKES??? WHATS THAT ABOUT??? he just says very thoughtfully “i’ve never talked to a snake before” sjhashjasjh i love this kid i swear i’m sahjhjsa best kid to find out he’s a wizard honestly. he doesn’t blink an eyelid shashjahjs 

Dudley gets thrown overboard into the enclosure and when the snake says thanks to harry as he slithers on by, harry replies with a sly “anytime” like sure just call me whenever you need me to throw my cousin into an inhabited enclosure at the zoo, mate, i’m your man. sjhahjsah i love this i just,,,,,i really love this kid.

HARRY GETS HIS LETTER! (i love this shot)

and uncle vernon loses the plot and can i just say, how bloody boring you’ve got to be to hate magic? like can you imagine? i think harry seems to agree with me, judging by his cold hard side eye at uncle vernon nailing the mail box shut

seriously i love him so much (drink everytime i gush about harry, ya gonna get hammered ;) ) 

finally Harry makes a wish on his birthday and in return he gets a hagrid breaking down his door and telling him he’s a wizard.

IM A WHAT

Hagrid and harry hit up diagon alley and please let me spend a second to GUSH over the beauty of this set?? i’m just WOW like it amazes me how much work must have gone into this movie and it truly paid off. like it’s so so so gorgeous and not just the set, but the music in this scene and the whole vibe of it is so positive and magical and it truly gave me such a warm feeling in my belly im just im so in awe. okay okay i’ll shut up sahjsajh 

Harry finds out he’s rich, gets traumatised by the man giving him his wand which i must say WAS SUCH A COOL SCENE LIKE IT WAS SO FUN SEEING HIM TRY OUT THE DIFFERENT WANDS AND THEN HOW HE LITERALLY LIGHTS UP AND THE WIND BLOWS WHEN HE FINDS HIS BROTHER WAND IM it was sooooo cool AND he gets given hedwig by hagrid ❤️ YAY

im sorry i’m literally crying sajhhjsa at hagrid deadass abandoning harry at the train station it’s so funny sahjjhsa poor harry THANKFULLY he finds my fave family in the world because Mrs Weasley is basically shouting MUGGLES ashjahsj (best way to spot a wizard asjhasjh) and then I LOSE MY SHIT BECAUSE

FRED AND GEORGE FRED AND GEORGE FRED AND GEORGE IM LIVING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH “he’s not fred! I AM” “honestly woman you call yourself our mother” “I’m only joking, i am fred” sahjsahjhjsahjas ICONIC THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY IM SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM HELP IM SO ASHJSAJHHJASHJAS you guys know how i feel about them im just AHHHH

also i need to add that I LOVE MRS WEASLEY!!!! she’s casted SO SO SO WELL so much better than i would have ever imagined this actress is so warm and motherly and she’s just perfect she’s truly perfect for mrs weasley im so so so happy with her ❤️

WE GET TO THE TRAIN

love this shot, so beautiful and magical and poignant i’m feeling so many things right now 

RON AND HARRY MEET AND I LOVE THEM they are so pure my angels 💖 hermione shows up and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER like all three of them play it so so so well its so funny and watching it gives me nothing but warm feels THEY ARE SO CUTE and the facial expressions all around are amazing im in love with the trio 💖

Draco tries to befriend harry and harry SASSES HIM and it’s glorious, dumbledore welcomes us to hogwarts and tells the kids that they’ll die a painful death if they go the the third corridor and this is their response

sajhshjsajhasjh 

sorting happens, its AWESOME but not in alphabetical order ashjsajh seriously its such a fun scene i love (every scene is fun) the hat barely touches dracos head and says he’s slytherin and snape makes harry’s scar hurt. when he winces ron asks “what’s wrong” and harry replies “Nothing, im fine” 

prepare for this to be a theme for the series. 

OKAY but imagine if harry was put into slytherin after rejecting draco like that sahjsajh how awkward. anyway

THE GHOSTS AND THE PAINTINGS ARE SO COOL AND THE COMMON ROOM !! 

This shot here is the most purest thing you will ever lay eyes on 💖 im genuinely tearing up. i want to stare at this forever

CLASSES START, transfiguration is awesome, potions is not. 

SNAPE GETS MAD AT HARRY FOR TAKING NOTES??? he was so excited to learn about potions and snape just ruins that excitement im sad. 

at dinner seamus, a 11 year old.....is trying to turn water into rum.....asjhahjahjs

THE MAIL SHOT IS STUNNING

GORGEOUS 

when ron gets hit in the face by his broom harry laughs and ron says in the most cute fond voice ohhhh shut up haaaaryyyy AND ITS SO PURE I LOVE

HARRY MAKES THE QUIDDITCH TEAM, i continue to fall in love with mcgonagall AND WOOD I LOVE HIM AND HIS ACCENT 

harry learns his dad also played quidditch 

and this is the part where my friend allie starting yelling CHASER HE WAS A CHASER hjshjsahjsahj 

we meet fluffy and he’s adorable!!!

im crying at theo just blowing up his feather shjjsahjhsa

ron hurts hemione’s feelings, the trolls gets out they save her life and BOOM BESTIES that scene was awesome!!! and so funny to watch i love them but the real star of this whole thing is dracos face

i LOVE DRACO SO MUCH jhshjsaajhs (i’ll focus more on my love for this kid in chamber of secrets) 

MY FAVE THING about the quidditch scene is when harry is nervous and oliver tries to comfort him but then he’s like I TOOK A BLUDGER TO THE HEAD AND WAS IN HOSPITAL FOR TWO WEEKS FIRST TIME I PLAYED hashsja i can’t

hermione sets a teacher on FIRE hjsahsaj and harry wins the match whoop 

I LOVEEEEE the trio interrogating hagrid its so funny ahjshjs

CHRISTMAS AT HOGWARTS IS PURE

THE INVISIBILITY CLOAK IS HERE !!! i don’t think i’ve said it before but i love how important the cloak is and we use it in every book and then we find out in the last book that it’s actually so much bigger than we ever realised <3 i love 

harry finds the mirror 

and this is by far my fave scene in the whole film. i cried during this. it was so so so beautiful and so heartbreaking. the music was gorgeous and the way harry touched his should where his mum’s hand was and everything just :(( SAD

and then when he’s sitting down just staring at it for hours

and dumbledore explains it to him and tells him the dwell on dreams quote that i love so much just ❤️ i adore this whole thing so much it made me so sad but it was also so beautiful and important. i love. one of my faves in the book and movie

NORBET THE DRAGON IS SO CUTE, all three of them plus draco get detention and dumbledore sends norbet off to romania himself :(( 

Draco is amazing during this whole scene shhsaj i love him

they see this horror

and draco’s slytherin self preservation kicks in and he MAKES A RUN FOR IT he’s so smart sahjhsajjahs harry just sits back and waits to die asshjajah until he is saved ofc shjjsah

HARRY RON AND HERMIONE MAKE A BREAKTHROUGH and they try to tell dumbles but he’s not there so they decide to take care of saving the stone themselves cos you know,,,,it’s totally an eleven year old’s job. 

after getting past fluffy the trio get stuck in devil’s snare and MY FAVE part is when ron is like “lucky we didn’t panic” ashjsajhashj

i love this kid

HARRY uses his flying skills and gets the flying key AFTER being hyped up by ron!!! so pure, this was also SO SO cool 

BUT NOT AS COOL AS THE CHESS PART literally so brilliant im in love with this scene

RON WAS AMAZING i seriously love it when ron gets to shine and he really truly shines ❤️

OKAY SLIGHT CRITICISM but i am sad the potion part was cut and i don’t think they mentioned that each part was made by one of the teachers because i loved seeing what each part says about each teacher when we find out what they created and the potion thing was so cool but that’s just a small thing and i get that you can’t add everything so it’s fine!! sahjjash 

WE GET TO THE MIRROR AND QUIRREL!!! and oh my god when he takes off his turban, voldy on his head is SO CREEPY

i’ve been anticipating to see this since i read about it and im shjsahjhas ITS SO DISTURBING WELL DONE MOVIE SAJHSAJHAH

anyway harry saves the day !!! and straight up kills quirrell 

dumbledore visits harry in hospital and i have to say i love this dumbles a lot he’s so kind and gentle and he seems to genuinely care about harry i love it. i love their convo so much it makes me tear up ajahshsa im a baby

Slytherin’s success gets totally blindsided at the feast when dumbles awards the golden trio and neville with NEW POINTS that makes gryffindor win sasajjasjh

savage shjsahjhjas

the film ends with harry leaving and hagrid saying goodbye and it’s the purest thing and the music is so beautiful im gonna cry im just ashjsajhhjas

OKAY OVERALL THOUGHTS 

i LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS MOVIE the music, the scenery, the design, the magical vibe, THE CHARACTERS. every single bit of this gave me so many feelings and i want to rewatch this a million times like i can’t stop thinking about it i just wanna keep rewatching it sahjjsha i feel so sajhshja I FEEL SO MUCH im so in love with this film and this story im i feel like im becoming more and more of a fan and it’s scary ashjas how much im falling for this fandom. i can’t think of anything else and this movie put all of it on screen for me and im in love. it’s perfect. 

THIS WAS SO LONG so if you read it all wow ashjsahjhajs im genuinely impressed and thank you 💖 i don’t think the other recaps are gonna be like this but i was just so excited COS ITS THE BEGINNING i got carried away and it turned into a beast. shajjhsahjas i can’t wait to talk about chamber of secrets tho IT SHOOK ME 

thank you so much for reading angels asjashj

[benhaardy]

May I have a ship from both Queen and bohrap?? I have long brown hair and hazel eyes and Im 5’4. I love playing guitar/ukulele and painting/drawing. I love to travel and do road trips whenever I can, and hang out with my friends. Im also a little shy at first but after you get to know me Im really outgoing and goofy. I also really love to read, dance to music, and watch movies :)

i ship you with BEN and BRIAN!

(whos tied for cutest with the queen peeps and the borhap peeps?) ^ 

you guys met when you were on a road trip w friends and you guys went to some house party thrown by someone one of them knew. you noticed that cute blonde and they could all tell: u got the hotssss. you were lowkey scared so one of them went up to him (“his name is ben!!!” they mouthed, winking, leading ben by his wrist to meet you) and once you broke the ice, you both hit it off

guitar and ukelele. big big YES!! he loves listening to you play always. it’s just very relaxing to him after a long day filming, going upstairs to find you just in your guys’ room, playing with either. he always has a request for a song for you to learn and usually it’s one completely out of the blue (you didn’t know his music taste was that different but hey. just another interesting thing about him lol) but totally worth it in the end because they’re usually beautiful.

ben this for me, will you, baby? | ben link to the tab* | next day | mrs. hardy

sooooo you learn it. and you love it. and when he comes back home from set you guys get upstairs and he just plops down on the bed on his belly and closes his eyes. he doesn’t hear you come in with your guitar but when you sit down on the bed he doesn’t respond. you start playing what you learned while he was away. once ben hears it, he rolls over on his back and opens one eye, smiling at you.

his deep ass voice trying to sing this song very high is hilarious and a sound to hear. you both laugh once you conclude, his more of a coughing fit from the pitch which made you laugh even more

“it’s all i could listen to when i was away, love.” he props up on his elbow and moves a piece of hair from out of your eyes. “it reminded me of you.”

ben’s just a witty sarcastic good and his dry humor is something you enjoy. safe to say this boy with not too many smiles is ever-smiling around you. he loves your infectious goofy personality and can’t help but come out of his little shell.

you two often take frankie to dog friendly cafes. while she and ben are probably meeting a lifetimes worth of friends, you’re just sitting in an armchair, reading and every once in a while you look up and see your dog-ter and ya boy just having a blast with the others (ben having his time w the dogs and frankie fawning over the humans)

speaking of frankie: she stays w his parents when you guys go on your trips and such and you guys are off! you usually rent a car in this new place and just take it around. the best was probably when you guys drove around pretty much everywhere in the us and europe during the summer and practically lived out of hotels and cars and a new place every week.

(slow dancing at 2 am in a fancy hotel in new york: priceless)

(at a fairy light and candlelit special little place tucked away somewhere in italy slow dancing barefoot: I M P E C C A B L E)

ofc during the lulls in life and your travels, you drew and when you could, painted. ben loves being your model and plays around at first, but he puts on a serious face for you to draw.

you watch his work during road trips and he teases you about it so you just switch to another movie once you notice that he’s looked on your tablet/phone before he could open his mouth.

eyes!!!! he loves your eyes!!!! and your hair but your eyes are just his favourite.

they’re so cute ahh!!

yall met at a studio where you were playing as a session artist for a band. word had gotten around the place that there was a new very talented guitarist in town who had been recording with pretty much anyone new and old on the scene. you didn’t know but the guys were watching you from behind the glass as you were working with the other members, faced away from queen. you played a riff and recorded a bit and then you took a break. you walked through the door and surprise! the biggest artists that recorded at this studio were right in front of you, including your music and um uhhhh maybe celebrity crush brian may???? you introduced yourselves (and mayyybee your hands shook as you shook bri’s hand which was btw the first and last time that ever happened when you met someone).

“brian here has a little crush on you, darling!” freddie exclaimed, interrupting you and bri’s conversation. roger and john’s snickers were heard from them on the couch, lounging. “freddie?!”

spoiler alert: freddie was very right.

though he’s normally pretty quiet, you bring out a louder side in him where his voice doesnt sound ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ all gentle and shit but just louder! ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs!

guitar, stringed instruments, music: you two love, of course. you both often jammed together and composed together. your house was basically the studio or your guys’ music room. you each had your own guitars (and you have some ukeleles) and there’s always one in every room.

“hm, what about this, love?” *plays super complex shit on the spot and on one try and doesn’t fuck up and doesn’t sound bad even though it’s basically made the second it has to be played* “dude. c’mon.” you pout. “don’t worry, lovely, maybe one day you’ll be this good.” you roll your eyes but bri being bri he immediately starts apologizing and puts his guitar back down on the stand. he puts his arm around you like a loose headlock. “you will be this good and greater. i’m sure of it, love.”

(if that doesn’t make sense you’re used to having a lot of tries to perfect your stuff and you’re basically working on improvising more)

when you’re done for the day and he’s just sitting on the ground w his guitar and you’re on the couch, you like drawing him. bri’s face is just like. a wonder. and he doesn’t think he deserves a drawing (“it’s too much work, darling, you don’t have to!”) but you win. every. time.

one of your anniversary gifts to him was this sketchbook filled with finished and half-finished drawings, most of him. there are little-unfinished song lyrics all about, little love notes and scrawlings and quotes from your favourite books around his curls, around your drawings. you wrote him a long letter telling him about everything.

gatherings with friends!! as you travel, you meet new ones but your old ones come along with you on trips sometimes and it’s all just fun. they love bri and am so happy for you that you’ve found someone like this.

(also when they met queen they all shit their pants)

you love dragging him to movies and normally he doesn’t know if he’ll like it but in the middle, you look over and he’s shoveling his vegetarian snacks you snuck in in your bag into his mouth.

he likes playing with your hair like you like playing with his. it started out as teasing you for how much you’re in his hair but it’s actually a little calming.

lol kinda went overboard on the music but like. music man its beautiful. i kind of left out ukelele a bit i apologize! thank you for sending in a request i hope you like it!

SHIPS ARE CLOSED!

[katelides]

One Shot 35 -In A Crowd Of Thousands pt2

Sooooo because I’ve had many people ask me to write a part 2 for In A crowd of Thousands I decided to give it a shot. I made it a bit of a weird mix of the disney movie and the musical. There are elements from both but it’s also pretty different. Hope you like it and keep hitting me with those prompts :D

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12670274/35/Little-Big-One-Shots

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12940941/chapters/32041272

In A Crowd Of Thousands pt2

Beca is staring at the wall in front of her. She royally screwed up, and there was no way she could fix it this time. There’s no fixing it, ever! The brunette lets out a heavy sigh and falls back onto her bed and now continues to stare at the ceiling. How in heaven’s name did she get herself in this mess? She knows how and she’s pissed that it happened. Maybe it wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand if she had come clean in the beginning. Chloe is right, she’s nothing but a pathetic, poor, sorry excuse for  woman. She always screws up the best things in her life.

*Flashback*

Beca is sitting in her room and is waiting for Jesse to come and meet her. A rapid knocking on the door startles her and she jumps up. “Beca I know you’re in there, open up.” Chloe’s voice travels through the thick wood and a smile makes it’s way up the brunette’s face. She loves spending time with the redhead. Especially now since she probably won’t see her again after the press conference that will reveal that ‘the long lost princess’ is still alive.

She opens the door and her smile turns into a frown when she sees an angry Chloe standing on the other side. “Hey… Uhm what’s wrong?” Chloe barges into the room past Beca with a huff. The brunette doesn’t like this behaviour at all. Something must have happened between her leaving the ballet performance and now. She closes the door with a million thoughts running through her head and slowly turns around.

When she does she feels a sharp sting on her left cheek. It takes her a moment to process what happened but soon realises that she got slapped. “What the hell?” She half shouts in confusion. Chloe doesn’t react but just turns around and starts pacing the room, as if she’s trying to figure out her thoughts. But Beca needs to know what the hell was going on. “Chloe what just happened? Why did you slap me?”

“You lied to me. You played me. You made me feel like I was special and for what? So you could get some money out of it? Did you ever even consider my feelings? Why did you do it?” Beca takes a step back but her back hits the door behind her. The redhead’s voice grew louder with every sentence and it was terrifying. Beca had never heard her shout, ever.

“Chloe it’s not what you’re thinking I-“ Chloe cuts her off with a loud scoff. “So you didn’t lie to me? You really believed I was the princess from the start, you just wanted to reunite me with my grandmother, right?” The redhead’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and it made Beca cower away slightly. “You can keep your stupid excuses and money Beca. You’re a pathetic, poor excuse for a woman.” The way the brunette’s name and everything after rolled off Chloe’s lips was filled with venom and hate. “You have what you wanted and so do I, I have people that care about me. People that… people that love me.”

Beca stands up straighter even though she feels deflated. The assumption alone, that she didn’t care about her was too much for the brunette. “You really think that low about me? Maybe you being the princess has changed you. I never lied to you, everything I did I did to help you. The money was a bonus but it doesn’t matter to me, not anymore… You should go, I doubt we have more things to say to each other. You made yourself clear. Why would you, a princess, waist you time with a lying, pathetic excuse of a woman, right?”

Chloe freezes for a brief second but recomposes herself quickly. “You’re completely right, we do have nothing else to say to each other.” Beca steps aside so Chloe can get to the door. She sees the redhead hesitate so she rolls her eyes in a sarcastic way. “What, you’re too good to open your own doors now?” The brunette grabs the handle and yanks the door open before bowing in the most ridiculous way possible. “There you go your highness, anything else you need from your peasant?” Beca snaps and regrets doing it the instant the words leave her mouth. But she doesn’t back down, she still has some dignity left and she’s like to keep it.

Chloe leaves the room and doesn’t even look back. She can’t bring herself to do it. She hurt the one person that believed in her but the brunette hurt her first, right? The redhead doesn’t say anything either, she just walks away. Into a new life that would carry on without Beca, the brunette she owes everything too. The little girl that she would always find in a crowd of thousands.

*End Flashback*

3 days, it’s been 3 days and neither has spoken to the other. Jesse tried to talk to them but both just dismissed anything was wrong. Beca sits up on her bed and grabs a piece of paper and a pen from her nightstand. The brunette starts writing a letter to her best friend who has decided to stay. One more reason for her to disappear.

It’s all for the best, she should distance herself from the redhead and the only way she can really do that is by leaving. No one would miss her and maybe it’s for the best. She can’t go to the press conference that afternoon. Even if she would want to go it’s not like she would be welcome. She’s almost 100 percent sure that they won’t even let her in.

Beca finishes the latter and leaves it on her nightstand. Jesse would definitely find it id he would decide to come looking for her but by then she would be long gone. She finally won’t be a bother to the people that she cares about.

-,-,-,-,-

Chloe is pacing the room behind the conference room. Everyone who is supposed to be there is there. Her grandmother is talking to her lady in waiting, Jesse is flirting with a blonde she swears she never has seen before. Some more people that are probably friends of her grandmother or work for her. The only person that’s missing is... Beca. I can’t believe she’s not coming.

The redhead lets out a heavy sigh. Jesse seems to have noticed and excuses himself and walks over to the princess. “Hey what’s wrong?” Chloe looks up from the ground. “Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine.” The brunet raises his brows with a smirk. “Sure, now why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?” Chloe huffs at how transparent she really was. “Come on, don’t make me get Beca.”

“That’s the thing Jesse. She’s mad at me.” Chloe hisses, trying not to draw attention to her. “What? Why?” The redhead lets her head hang low. “I screwed up, Jesse. My grandmother told me about your con…” Jesse takes a step back in embarrassment. “I might have snapped at her for it and said some things I shouldn’t have.” Chloe hides her face in her hands, trying to keep her tears from falling.

Jesse takes pity on the girl and puts his hand on her shoulder. “I don’t know if this helps but… she declined the money just so your grandmother would give you a chance and talk to you. She really cares about you… she has never cared about anyone before.” Chloe’s head snaps up to look at the man before her. “S-She… what? Oh god I’ve been a horrible person, I need to find her.” She tries to walk out of the room but gets stopped by her grandmother.

“Chloe, dear, where are you going?” The redhead turns around slowly and comes face to face with her grandmother. “Grand maman, I need to take care of something important. I promise to be back soon.” The older woman smiles down at her little girl. “Just make the right decision dear. I’ll be waiting here if you need me.” Chloe jumps into her grandmother’s arms, which takes the old woman of guard but still wraps her arms around the not so little girl as tight as she can.

When they break apart Chloe almost instantly dashes out of the room. Missing the looks exchanged between Jesse and her grandmother. “I’ll go with her. I promise you she’ll be safe.” The old woman nods with a gentle smile. “You can always come back my boy. We can use someone like you around here.” Jesse bows politely muttering a ‘thank you’ before running after the redhead.

He catches up with her quickly and they make their way towards Beca’s room in silence. When they get there Chloe hesitates with knocking. Jesse doesn’t want to push her so he just waits. It takes her a few minutes but she finally finds the courage. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK It stays quiet on the other side and that’s pretty weird. Usually Beca opens the door immediately. Jesse and Chloe share a look of confusion so they open the door.

The room is completely empty, even all off the brunette’s stuff is gone. Well the tiny suitcase she took on her journey to Paris. “Your highness? I think I found something.” The redhead turns around to look at the brunet. “What is it? And please, call me Chloe... just Chloe.” Jesse hands her an envelope. “But it’s addressed to you.” She tries to hand it back but Jesse declines. “I doubt it’s for me. Why don’t you read it?” Chloe opens the letter and starts reading it.

Hi Jesse, if you’re reading this it means I’m long gone. Chloe found out about the ‘con’ but she doesn’t know I gave up the money because her happiness means more to me. Maybe she was right when she said that I’m a pathetic, poor excuse of a woman. I’m going on a journey to find myself and live up to the person Chloe once thought I was. Please look after her, comrade. Because if I find out something happened to the woman I love I’ll hunt you down! You know what, forget I said anything. Have a good life -Beca

Chloe drops the letter on the ground as if the paper had burned her. She starts shaking her head. She can’t believe what the brunette wrote, she can’t believe how stupid she could have been by treating her the way she did. The one person that cared about her, genuinely cared about her and she screwed it up. “If you talk to her maybe you can set this right?”

Jesse had picked up the letter and read it while Chloe was going through her internal struggle. “If only she would have told us where she’s going th-“ Jesse stops talking when he notices the realization dawn over the redheaded princess’ face. “You know where she is don’t you?”

“I do but if I go... if I go I probably won’t come back.” Jesse lets out a soft ‘oh’ when he understands what Chloe means. “You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. I can win you an extra hour but if you’re not back by then...”

“I know... and Jesse?” The brunet lets out a hum. “Thank you for everything.” Chloe pulls him into a tight hug and he quickly wraps his own arms around her squeezing her oh so slightly. “You’re welcome, now go get your girl. She needs you just as much as you need her. Protect each other.” They pull apart with tears in their eyes. “This isn’t goodbye. This is the start of a new story.” They both let out some giggly laughs and wipe away the single stray tear they’ll never admit to having it rolling down their cheeks. “You’re such a goof, Jesse.” Chloe takes a few steps back and takes a deep breath. “Now go, you’ll know where you’ll find her.”

The two step out of the room and each head their own way. Jesse back to the conference room and Chloe out to find Beca. What they both don’t seem to notice is the shady looking guy following their every move. Choosing wisely who he wants to follow.

-,-,-,-,-

Beca is standing at the edge of the Pont Alexandre III bridge, looking out over the water. The first time she stood there she felt... whole, complete... But now she feels empty and alone. She has no one to go back to, no one to fight for. Maybe this is what her life is supposed to look like. And maybe one day she’ll be ok with it.

The brunette is so deep in thought that she doesn’t hear or see a person walking up behind her. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Beca jumps up so high she could swear she just broke a world record. ‘What the hell?” She turns around to see who scared the daylights out of her, ready to punch whoever is there. Thankfully she stops just in time when she sees who it is. “Chloe? W-What are you doing here?”

Beca slowly lowers her hand and takes a few steps back. All the betrayed feelings and mixed emotions resurfacing once again. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the conference? Like I don’t know, becoming an official princess?” The brunette’s voice is slightly more sarcastic than it was meant to be. “I know, I messed up Beca. But not talking to you for the past few days, and not seeing you at the conference made me realise how much I need you.”

Chloe takes a tentative step forward and tries not to smile when Beca doesn’t step away from her. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. You’re not a pathetic excuse of a woman. I’m sorry for ever saying that. I hope that one day you can forgive me. Before you leave, I-I just have to tell you that I-“

The redhead gets interrupted by a gunshot and her being pushed down to the ground. She has no idea how it happened or what’s going on. Everything is going too fast. She sees Beca fighting... Chicago ‘Raz’ Walp... He’s the son of Rasputin, the man who murdered her entire family. He had told her to stay clear of ever impersonating the long lost princess. Because anyone who’d try to do that would be sentenced to death. He must have found out who she really is and come to finish the job.

Chloe watches Beca fighting the man who’s not only taller but also much stronger than her. But she manages to avoid punch after punch, managing to hit the general a few times. It’s in a moment like this that Chloe remembers that the woman fighting to save her life at the moment has fought in the army and lived on the streets her entire life. She knows how to take care of herself.

In a matter of minutes though Chicago manages to overpower the tiny brunette and a gunshot is being fired. Chloe lets out a loud scream. She can see a lot of blood and the lifeless body of the love of life. She hears a maniacal laugh erupt from Chicago. She watches him stand up and turn around, it’s as if the entire world has slowed down around her. The man slowly makes his way up to the redhead pointing the gun straight at her.

“Did you really think you could get away? I really didn’t want to do this but you kept ignoring my warnings. I really like you, your highness. Too bad that because of your reckless behaviour that I’ll have to kill you. Or more accurately finally fulfil the legacy of my father, the great Rasputin! Finally the last living heir of the Beale – Romanovs will die.”

Chicago lets out a bouldering laugh  that gets cut short by a loud thump. “Stay away from her you creep.” Chloe’s eyes shoot up to meet the dark blue ones that belong to the one and only Beca Mitchell. “Y-You’re alive?” The brunette rolls her eyes. “Not for long...” The hit on Chicago’s back with the metal pipe from the bridge constructions wasn’t hard enough because of Beca’s gunshot wound to her right arm.

Before going after the brunette he lunges forward and pushes the redhead of the bridge, no one can survive that fall. The only thing that can be heard is the scream of Chloe falling. Beca tries to go after her but get knocked back  down by Chicago. “As for you, you’re an accomplice and you should be eliminated as well. But I’d like to do that the old fashioned way.”

Beca manages to avoid the first fist coming right at her but isn’t fast enough to avoid the second one. She gets hit in the stomach, then her jaw and another one straight to her lower abdomen. The brunette falls to the ground trying to brace herself for the next hit. She doesn’t care anymore. Without Chloe her life will always be empty. She failed to keep her promise, the promise to keep Chloe safe.

Chicago stands high above the woman with a wicked grin on his face. “In the end I’ll be the one walking away the hero. The one who killed the person responsible for the death of the long lost princess. Dasvidanya Beca Mitchell, long live the k-“

Beca doesn’t hear anything around her, except for a deafening blast. She watches as the general’s body shakes and falls over. Behind him stands the last person she’d ever expected to see. It takes every bit of strength for her to get up, the actually staying upright part is proving to be difficult. “C-Chloe?” The redhead smiles timidly before rushing over to catch the brunette. “I got you Becs, I got you.”

Both women slide down to the ground and hold on to each other as tight as they can. “Before he interrupted I was trying to tell you something.” Beca lets out a pained laugh. She shakes her head and looks up to meet the redhead’s baby blue eyes. “I know you’re sorry, you don’t have to say it again. I believe yo-“ The brunette gets cut off by Chloe’s lips on hers. It’s as if they were always meant to be.

“How did you find me here?” Beca manages to ask once she has regained her breathing. “Just like when you were 10 and I was 8. If we can find each other in a crowd of thousands we’ll always find each other.” Chloe leans in and kisses Beca once again. “I read the letter.”

“I kind of figured, I knew Jesse would show it to you.” Beca manages to sit up without too much pain. “I want you to know that... I love you too.” The brunette’s smile grows 3 sizes but not without any pain. Her jaw was killing her. “I thought I’d never hear you say that.” A few tears slip down her cheeks. “When I fell of that bridge I thought the exact same thing but now we can say it for the rest of our lives.”

The two women look up and watch the sun set in front of their eyes. Their lives will only be better from now on, as long as their together. Even apart they’ll always find each other in a crowd of thousands. No matter the distance.

I DO NOT OWN PITCH PERFECT! REVIEWS = HAPPY ME HAPPY ME = QUICKER UPDATES FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLR FOR SNEEK PEAKS FOR UPCOMING CHAPTERS –katelides

[anonwriter27]

Teen Spirit - Chapter 10 (Merry Christmas!)

“Stark I know you have me for secret Santa!” Ygritte yelled.

“No I don’t, maybe it’s Theon.” Robb said but his tick proved he was lying. All Starks looked at their feet when they lied, even Jon did it.

“Yeah yeah, the Panic at ten Disco CD is on sale. You’ll find it in the second aisle, third shelf down.” She said casually.

Robb shook his head, “You know the whole point of secret Santa is that it’s a secret.”

“Whatever, now what are you getting Myrcella for Christmas?”

“I have something in mind; I’ll have to give her it soon though, she’ll be heading back to Casterly Rock in the next two days.” He said, though he didn’t want to think about it.

“Did she not tell you?” Ygritte asked and Robb shook his head confused, “There having a big Lannister/Baratheon Christmas at Kings Landing. Myrcella decided not to go.”

“How come?” Robb asked concerned.

“Because a certain shit will be there.” Ygritte said through gritted teeth.

Robb tensed at the mention of Joffrey. He was glad Myrcella wasn’t going south for Christmas, but he couldn’t understand why she hadn’t told him.

“I’d stay with her, but me Osha and Hodor have booked our train tickets.” Ygritte said but Robb could see that the thought of a Myrcella spending Christmas alone was bothering her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort it.” Robb said assuringly.

………………

As he expected she was in the library, her nose buried in a book she had probably read a hundred times before.

He came up behind her and hugged her, kissing her neck softly as she giggled. She didn’t flinch anymore and Robb loved it; it meant that she wasn’t afraid, that she felt safe with him.

“You’re going to get us kicked out the library.” She said, attempting a serious tone.

“Good, you spend too long in here anyway.” He murmured against her skin.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked.

“One thing.” He said and she turned in his arms to face him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were spending Christmas alone?”

He could tell by the way her eyes widened and her blush spread that she hadn’t intended on being caught.

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just another day really. We don’t really celebrate it back home anyway, my parents drink till they fall asleep and my grandfather looks on disapprovingly.” She rambled.

“You can’t spend it alone. Why don’t you spend it with me and my family?”

Myrcella was surprised by his offer, sometimes it amazed her how caring he was. He would never expect anything in return either, he just liked to see her happy.

“I couldn’t do that…”

“Why not?”

“Well, shouldn’t you ask your parents first?” She asked, hating the idea of being an inconvenience.

“If it’ll make you feel better I’ll ask,” he smiled assuringly, “But they’re going to say yes.”

“So, a Stark family Christmas?”

“Let’s see if you can handle it.” He chuckled.

………………

“You know you probably should already have a tree by now.” Ygritte sighed.

Ygritte had agreed to help Jon look for a christmas tree, something about Arya and Rickon ruining the last one.

“We had one.” Jon insisted for the fifth time, “Rickon is just a little… adventurous.”

“Meaning?”

“He wanted to be Tarzan.” Jon said and Ygritte burst out laughing. Jon liked it when she laughed.

“Okay so we need a Rickon proof tree?”

“Exactly.”

They looked around at the trees, attempting to find one sturdy enough to withstand Rickon. They walked in comfortable silence, but Jon wanted to learn more about the girl he’d been spending time with.

“So your heading home for Christmas?”

“Yeah, tomorrow night.” She said, “Are you visiting your parents? They live quite a way away right?”

“Yeah they live in Pentos. But no, I’m staying with my aunt and uncle again.”

“You must miss them.” She offered.

“We call each other a lot but they don’t really like coming back here.” Jon thought back to the last time his parents had visited, fights broke out, people said things. His father had made a lot of enemies,  Pentos had given them a fresh start. Jon would have gone with them, but he liked it at his uncle’s house; he had friends and family here, and now, he had Ygritte.

“Are you going to see your parents?” He asked.

“Oh um..no, my parents passed away some time ago.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“Don’t be, it’s fine….. I mean it’s not fine but…. I’m fine. I stay with my uncle Tormund, he’s a pretty cool guy.”She said with a sad smile.

“Here, what do you think of this one?” She said, pointing to a large, robust tree.

“Perfect.” He said, earning him a rare smile that took his breath away.

…………..

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was not calm at the Stark household.

Arya and Rickon had decided to play in the snow along with their husky pups, in an attempt to distract him from the cupcakes Catelyn was baking.

Sansa was wrapping presents, which became increasingly difficult as Lady (her pup) kept playing with the ribbon.

Bran was writing a letter. To who? No one knew (except Robb of course).

Jon was putting up the new Christmas tree, while Theon snacked on gingerbread men.

Catelyn and Ned were in the kitchen drinking eggnog, baking the rest of the cakes for tomorrow.

All was going well until……

“Rickon no!!!”

Everyone’s heads turned to see Rickon running full speed ahead into the kitchen. Jon tried to catch him but tripped over the tree causing it to fall on top of Theon.

Sansa jumped to the rescue to try and hug him into submission but slipped over Bran’s stationary set causing ink to spill everywhere.

Arya ran in after him, her clothes dripping wet from the melted snow leaving a puddle on the floor.

“What is going on?” Robb said before he slipped on the wet floor.

“Everybody freeze!” Ned shouted, and everyone stopped what they were doing. Everyone except  the six puppies that barged into the room knocking over the table.

After the chaos, the dogs were banished to their kennels and Rickon to his room.

“Look at you!”

“Mother please…” Robb whined while his mother took photo after photo of him.

“Oh But Robb you look so cute in your Christmas jumper!”

“Yeah Robb, you look sooooo cute!” Theon laughed with glee.

“Okay! No more jumper!” Robb said and was about to head upstairs when his father stopped him.

“Actually Robb I was wondering if I could have a quick word.”

His father looked nervous which was strange, Ned Stark never looked nervous. Robb walked into his office and sat in the chair opposite him.

“Robb…you are at a certain age now where you’re going to feel certain things…umm…certain urges.”

Robb cringed, he knew where this was going.

“It’s important to know what to do and how to behave when you decide to act on those…”

“Dad? I know, umm… my teachers kind of covered this in class.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But I appreciate the concern.”

“Good, well as long as we understand each other. While we’re on this topic, me and your mother have discussed this and have agreed that you and Myrcella may share a room tonight if you wish.”

Robb gulped.

“That doesn’t mean you have to. You can wait…”

“Thanks dad.” Robb said and to his relief his father smiled, their awkward conversation forgotten. …………….

They were all gathered on the sofas watching Love Actually. Myrcella had been a nice addition to their Christmas. She helped them bake, sang the carols, she even helped put Rickon to bed. She was part of the family already, and she didn’t even realise.

The movie had ended and everyone decided to go to bed, eager to start the next day.

Robb let Myrcella get ready for bed before he joined her, he didn’t want her to feel under pressure or nervous. After a few moments he came in, and was amazed by how beautiful she looked.

She was only in red flannel pyjamas, but she was radiant. They both walked to each side of the bed unsure of what to do next.

“If you want I can sleep on the sofa,I don’t mind…”

“No! I mean… you can if you want…but I don’t want…” She was starting to ramble, so Robb leaned across the bed and kissed her slowly.

“Want to read?” He asked and she nodded eagerly.

They read Wuthering Heights and listened to Samson by Regina Spektor. The snow fell softly outside the window, as though it were in time with the music.

They turned to look at each other and before they knew it their lips were pressed gently against one another’s. Robb hovered above her, and instead of feeling frightened or nervous, Myrcella felt safe.

In fact, it was probably the safest Myrcella had ever felt in her entire life. They undressed slowly, neither one wanting to rush this moment. Each touch against her skin was gentle and feather light, and every pull of his hair sent a shiver down Robb’s spine.

Just like the start of their romance it was slow, but full of hope.

They fell asleep in each others arms, a whispered ‘I love you’ resting on their lips.

……………

A Christmas day filled with happiness was not something Myrcella was accustomed to, but it was something she could get used to.

“Who are you texting Jon?” Ned asked.

“Oh no one.” He said, hiding from Myrcella’s knowing smile.

“That’s quite the stationary set Bran. Must be a good friend to have gotten you that.”Theon pointed out.

“Yeah,” Bran blushed, “A really good friend.”

Robb had already put on the jumper Myrcella had got him and listened to the Lord Huron CD she had given him the night before. He was holding her in his arms now while she read the complete Shakespeare collection he had gifted her. (She nearly cried when she got it).

Arya and Sansa were playing dress up with Rickon, trying to get him to sit still while they put the finishing touches to his elf costume.

Ned and Catelyn sat back and watched them all, grateful for another exceptional year.

[erza-liao]

Three years (Kaitlyn and MC fan fiction)

Note: This is a bit long, but I hope you guys will appreciate it. I have already started this weeks ago as an entry for the Choices Creates round with the prompt kitchen. But being so busy lately, the round closed and I’m only halfway through. I decided to finish it anyway and then the prompt for this week was released and I found a way to merge it with this week’s prompt. This is my entry for Choices creates round 12.

Sooooo, @hollyashton and the rest of the fandom, here it goes. Happy reading!

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Good morning, sunshine! Got you this before walking to class. Drink it up before it gets too cold. I love you! See you in the evening. xoxo

P.S. Wish me luck for my song presentation today! I couldn’t have done this if you didn’t help me with the lyrics! P.P.S. You’re drooling! But still beautiful, don’t you worry sweetheart. *grin*

I smile to myself as I finished reading the note beside a cup of coffee on the bedside table. On the cup is my name with a heart icon beside it. I drink my first sip and take time to realize how lucky I am to have Kaitlyn. For the span of our three-year relationship, she never failed to make me happy even with the little things, despite of being busy especially now that we are in our senior year.

Yes, it has been more than three years since the day I bumped to Chris, splashed with Kaitlyn in a bikini, appreciated Abbie’s artwork for the first time, and spent the first night at the rooftop together with my suitemates. We still do, though, even if all six of us have gone different ways to pursue our passions. Chris had rerun for the student council president position several times, and had won in every single one of them. I always believe that being a Public Administration major has given him an additional edge against his opponents. Tyler took Information Technology and is bound to finish his own mobile game. Abbie pursued Fine Arts, and has already accomplished putting up several art exhibits to showcase her works. Zack took up Fashion and Design, and plans on having his own clothing line in the future. James had found a new agent who’s willing to bring his original play to life. He’s back in LA and is very busy with the movie right now. Zig is a major in Mathematics, a consistent Dean’s Lister and a candidate for honors in graduation, continuing to uphold that the Second Chance scholarship program is indeed possible! Kaitlyn, obviously, continued pursuing her career in music. She is the lead vocalist of The Perfect Circle, a band she joined after she quit Gutter Kittens. They’ve been playing together for almost two years now, and three of their original singles have been hits across many social media platforms. I won’t be surprised if Kaitlyn will be signing her first recording contract right after graduation. I pursued a career in journalism. I am now in the process of writing my third novel, the second sequel to the novel I first wrote for Professor Vasquez.

The clock reads 8:10 AM. Kaitlyn’s music composition class had started ten minutes ago. I take one last sip of coffee before pulling out my phone and typed:

To: Kaitlyn

Good luck on your song performance! Go on and nail it! I know you can do it. I love you! xoxo

My relationship with Kaitlyn is one heck of a roller coaster ride. There are so much good times – from the romantic dinner dates, spontaneous movie nights, adventurous hiking days, late night booty calls, to the exchange of flirty, sweet text messages – I only found myself falling for her more and more every single day. But just like any other relationship, bad times happen as much as the good times. Time came when Kaitlyn became very jealous of Becca, when I felt bad thinking that Kaitlyn isn’t proud of being my girl in front of her high school gang, or when both of us struggled to make time for each other. There were also times when we wouldn’t speak to each other days after a fight, for the argument to cool down, for the heart to heal, and for the mind to wander for a bit. And as it is said, not all who wander are lost. Sometimes, it will just make you realize that you will always tend to come back to where you truly belong. And that’s how it goes for me and Kaitlyn. We belong to each other and nothing’s going to change it.

My phone buzzes and Kaitlyn’s name appears on the screen.

Thank you babe! You don’t know how nervous I am now!

Don’t be, silly. You’ll do great! By the way, I’ll see you at dinner. Wear your best!

My best? For what?

I laugh upon reading her reply. I’m thinking she might be forgetting something.

On Fridays, Kaitlyn’s schedule is more packed than mine. My classes already ends at 2 o'clock in the afternoon while hers ends at 5, not to mention her band practice that lasts up to 7 o'clock in the evening. I’m the lucky one today; I have lots of time to prepare for my plans tonight.

Before the sun sets, I find myself standing at the kitchen, looking around to check if everything is perfect. Lights are slightly dimmed, giving way for the candles at the table’s center and some are scattered at the floor. The food is already set – from the appetizer to the main course to the triple chocolate cake dessert – at the bar counter, which is now covered with white linen. The table is also covered with white cloth, chairs placed on its opposite sides, two sets of eating utensils placed above it. Rose petals are also scattered on the floor to add to the romantic vibe of the setup.

I then look down on myself, smoothing the white, floral dress I am wearing. I glanced up the clock and it reads 6:37 PM. Kaitlyn will be home at any moment.

Not for so long, the suite’s doorknob clicks. The door opens and there emerges Kaitlyn, wearing the same red dress she wore during our first formal together. Her hair is tied up and she is holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand. She smiles widely at me as she sees my reaction.

No, she had never forgotten.

I greeted her with a long passionate kiss, and after she pulls away, she said, “Happy anniversary, babe.”

I tell her the first words my tongue could find, “How… I thought you forgot.”

She hands me the bouquet before answering, “How could I forget the day I became the luckiest girl in the world?” She grins.

I smile at her as I take the flowers from her hand. I set them on the table first and pull out a small paper bag. I gestured at her, “Here, I have something for you, too.”

I unpacked the paper bag’s contents and reveal a silver bracelet similar to the lucky charm bracelet I lend her when she almost failed all her subjects during our first spring term. The pendants of the bracelet include two female symbols joined together, a musical note, a zombie, a heart and a letter E – each representing different sides of her personality.

Her eyes follow my hand as I clasp the bracelet around her wrist. I could sense the genuine happiness in her eyes when she turned them back at me and hugged me. I returned the embrace and whispered, “Happy third anniversary, babe. I love you.”

She replied, “I love you, too.”

I pull away and lead her to the dining table. I pull her seat for her before sitting in mine, and tonight, we both have the dinner of our lifetime.

[brianjameson]

Sunday: The last full day

I woke up to Janusz calling me at 9:30am… Before we parted ways the night before he specifically told me that he would be calling me at 9:30am to wake me up so we could go to the black sand beach where Season 7 of Game of Thrones ended. He told me he knew how to get there and wanted to also take me to a waterfall that was on the way. I didn’t believe he was telling me the truth about 9am, but he was! I slept through all 5 million phone calls because of how fucked up I got the night before and didn’t wake up until about noon.

He came over and we ended up heading out around 1:30pm.

The entire time I was in Iceland the weather was being so finicky. It was either raining, snowing, hella fucking windy (to where people were getting hit with shit from the street) or just cloudy. I didn’t mind at all but this last day was the clearest I had seen it. Janusz was even saying it was amazing how clear the roads were when we were driving and how they don’t get clear weather like that normally. I couldn’t believe it either. When I had taken my tours the roads were a fucking mess. There was snow everywhere and I was just thinking to myself there was no way I was driving BY MYSELF IN THE COUNTRY, with those roads the way they looked. But Sunday there was no snow anywhere in sight on the roads.

The beach was about 2 1/2 hours away from Reykjavik so a trip from Vegas to Zion Utah. We stopped by a convenient store to get some snacks and we were on our way!

One thing I noticed Janusz doing was taking photos of everything. I was paying attention to how careful he was being with making sure he took a lot of good shots and he would occasionally take photos of me. It made me smile because Nick knew how much I loved having my photo taken or I’d shout at him when we were driving to take a photo of the mountains if we were up in Red Rock lol. I felt like it was another guided message from him and the universe. For meeting a stranger and him taking photos of everything, was a pretty rare thing. The similarity brought me comfort and I was grateful for all his help creating memories.

I couldn’t believe everything I was seeing when I was driving. I mean fuck, this country was absolutely incredible. We would be driving through the mountains and all of a sudden you’re now next to the ocean and then driving through mountains again. I saw so many Icelandic horses on the drive. I saw a giant Volcano that was covered by a glacier. Janusz was giving me one giant history lesson about the volcanos.

Our first stop was the Seljalandsfoss waterfall

My friend Rae let me borrow her amazing raincoat for the trip since my dumbass forgot to take one. Let me just tell you guys that a raincoat by the waterfalls is an ABSOLUTE MUST. The closer you get the wetter you get!

He took me to this other waterfall that was inside a cave and MADE ME TAKE MY SHOES AND SOCKS OFF TO GET INSIDE! The water was about ankle deep and my feet were FREEZING. I could barely walk in it. People were looking at us like we were crazy lol. But that waterfall was absolutely breath taking. There was a giant boulder that people were taking photos on and the minute we got in is when everyone started to leave the cave so Janusz was taking a ton of photos of me on it lol. My hair was DRENCHED since I was so close to the waterfall.

We hung out for a good 1 1/2 and then headed to the beach that was about 40 min away from where we were. We had to be quick because the sun was starting to set and we wouldn’t be able to see much after that.

We arrived to Reynisfjara black sand beach

We got there and when you start to approach the beach you go up these steps that lead you to the water and the waves are sooooo close to the shore to where you find yourself struggling to take a selfie because you’re running from the waves rolling in. It definitely wasn’t Santa Monica lol.

Janusz took dozens of photos of me there and then I told him I needed a moment to myself to just kind of say some goodbyes to Nick and just talk to him. So I walked away to a spot where No one could really see me and I just talked to him and told him a poem I had recently heard on the way to Iceland from the movie ‘The Shape of Water’.

“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”

As I stood there watching the waves crash, I could feel the amount of power and energy that beach held..

I had a necklace that was a heart and a moon that said ‘I love you’ on the heart and ‘to heaven and back’ on the moon. The heart is where Nicks ashes were kept and I felt compelled to scatter them but then I thought it over and the only words I kept hearing in my head were “release me, let it go, throw it out” and so instead of scattering his ashes I unscrewed the heart from my necklace and held it tight and made a wish of love and hope.

So with all my emotions and tears I threw it as hard as I possibly could when I saw the next big wave..

To me it was another step closer to getting closure and making my wish come true. I could feel every emotion in me and realized why this beach specifically was calling to me. All I did my entire trip was follow the signs when they presented themselves and this was the biggest one as I’ll reveal later in this post.

I walked back to where Janusz was and we took a few more photos before heading back to the car. It was dark and we had such a long drive ahead of us. On the drive back to the city we could see the northern lights vaguely appearing above us. It was true magic being able to just drive through the country witnessing such beauty.

We got back into town around 9pm and went to the store. Janusz studied culinary for 5 years so ya boy KNOWS HOW TO COOK. I hopped in the shower and he started to cook. He made me fish with mashed potatoes, a mushroom sauce and some noodles. It was DELICIOUS but so much food that I couldn’t eat all of it lol.

It was about midnight now and he had work the next day so we wrapped up dinner and said our goodbyes.

I was so thankful for him and for the universe putting him in my path because he made the trip so exciting for me and was someone who really knew Iceland and told me so much of the history and showed me around the country. Not many strangers are willing to do this and till this day I’m still grateful for him and the memories that were created because they’re definitely going to last a lifetime.

I laid on the couch for a bit and just really took in my trip. One of my best friends Tiara bought me a divinity tea reading gift.

The way it works: You pour hot water water into your tea cup with leaves and swirl it around. You place your hand over the cup and put your energy into it. You then drain the water out and leave the cup flipped over on a paper towel to drain the rest of the water and then you flip the cup up to see what formed and depending on what forms, is your message.

I feel like mine looked like an anchor and this is the meaning for it.

Anchor

This ancient tea leaf symbol suggests that you need to take a restful holiday by water.

There have been many times you have been challenged by others. It may be a time when confusion and stress is likely to undermine the health of yourself and people close to you. If you see the anchor on its own in your teacup, it indicates that you have many friends and acquaintances and you sometimes never know who they truly are. As the anchor goes down to the seabed indicates that you are going to listen to your deep unconscious inner self.

The anchor is an emblem of hope and promises rest and contentment after a tumultuous episode. It may indicate that a heartfelt wish will come true. Near the rim, the anchor symbolises true friends and a faithful lover.

This message was bizarre to me considering the fact I made a wish at the beach and considering the fact I am going through a hard time in life so I’m curious what manifests from this message in the future.

I finished up soaking in the last night being in my air bnb and packed my things for tomorrow morning.

  Monday: Going home

I woke up at 11am and made myself one last breakfast at my air bnb.

I packed up the rest of my things and loaded up the car. Checkout was at 1pm and it was now 12:30pm

After I was done eating and the car was all packed up, I sat down for a moment..

I looked around at where I got to stay and just thought of everything I got to do.. I felt so much gratitude and and wrote a thank you card to my Air bnb host. It was a couple, so I left them 2 Oribe sample packets along with 2 Charlie Brown Valentine’s Day cards as a thank you for letting me stay in their beautiful home. Afterwards I felt compelled to write a sorry letter to Nick so I could get a little more closure from the situation.

I started crying and realized that everything I was saying sorry for was everything I truly did feel bad for doing in our relationship. I never did anything out of spite or malicious intent just to be clear. We sometimes got into heated arguments like every couple does, but when someone you love passes away, all of those things you said, haunt you. So I wrote down everything I possibly felt in my heart I was sorry about and kept the piece of paper with me. Hopefully in 10 years I’ll open it up and see what I wrote and see how far I’ve come from the situation.

I grabbed my backpack checked out of my place and went to go walk around the city a little longer until it was time to leave. I had 2 hours to spare since my flight wasn’t leaving until 5:30pm. I realized my gloves that my friend gave me were wet still from the water fall! I was like fuck now I need to go buy gloves otherwise I’m going to be cold. I went searching for gloves and all I could find were Icelandic wool gloves…. I DON’T NEED THAT SHIT! I LIVE IN VEGAS FFS. I knew for a fact I wouldn’t wear them again and was not going to spend $50 on wool gloves for that reason lol. Plus I had already spent a fortune on the Icelandic sweaters I bought since I bought 3! So I gave up and went to the church since it’s a huge tourist attraction in Reykjavik. There’s an elevator that takes you all the way to the top of the church to overlook the city and so I walked into the church and the first words that left my mom were “HOLY SHIT” when I saw the massive line at the elevator to take everyone up! I was like GOD FORGIVE ME FOR JUST SAYING THOSE WORDS I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I couldn’t even believe myself saying that right as I walked in and not even exaggerating but EVERYONE in that line turned to look at me. I thought I was going to pass out.

I didn’t stay very long. I felt a little uncomfortable with people sitting down staring at others and at me and to be honest the energy felt a lot like being in a museum. It didn’t feel like mass had just got out, it felt like people just coming to a church to look and leave. I was kind of shocked by that so I left.

I went to the beach where I was staying at since I had not been to it yet. As I was walking there I was thinking of how blessed I was to be able to go on this trip. To see everything I did and to see how others live. I still didn’t have gloves but for some reason I didn’t care. Even though it was cold I didn’t feel that cold.

So I kept walking until I reached the beach and went to see the Solfar Sun Voyager.

Here’s the description:

Solfar Sun is described as a dreamboat, or an ode to the Sun. The artist intended it to convey the promise of undiscovered territory, a dream of hope, progress and freedom.

I took photos of it and then I was really bored at this point and decided to just head to the airport 3 hours earlier. I got in my car and realized my body was pretty cold but I noticed I was putting all of my emotions and pain into how cold I was and not even realizing it. I was obviously on this trip carrying a lot of pain and depression but 1 thing I didn’t realize is that I wasn’t cold the entire time on my tours or anywhere because I was putting all of my emotions into the cold and when it was time to go indoors and thaw out, the pain would leave and get easier. It was a repeated process that worked as therapy and it actually helped. I know it sounds a little out there and a little over the top but it’s true. The minute that I sat in my car I had this entire realization of what I was doing the entire trip. It was a concluded moment where I now realized why I came to Iceland. Why this is where I needed to be to heal because ever since the trip, I have not been the same.

  I was driving to the airport and I had no clue where I was going to drop off my rental or how I was going to get to my gate or anything. I had completely forgot that the rental drop off place was a little further away from the airport so I was kind of rushing because I didn’t know how long anything would take.

I rented my car with Hertz and I couldn’t find it so I stopped at some random car rental place on the way and asked for directions to Hertz and they pointed me in the right way. I got there and there was seriously snow up to my ankles and I had to lug all my shit out in it and drag it to the shuttle that was taking me to the airport. It took a good 30 min to get to the airport but that was because we were waiting for more people to get on the shuttle. Once in the airport I decided to eat and that took about another 20 min of my time. I then went to go check my bag and on my way to customs I was asked 5 million questions about where I’ve traveled to and what I was doing in Iceland and what not. 

I then had to take a train to my gate which took about 45 min because I got off at the wrong stop. Got back on then had to run to my gate because I had maybe 45 min until my plane was going to take off. I got to my gate right at boarding and had 20 min until my flight left. I was blown away that 3 hours had gone by so fast. While I was in line this girl was just as late as I was getting to the gate and had an attitude from hell. She then proceeded to I think call her boyfriend or friend or whoever the fuck that she went to visit in Iceland and bitched them out for almost missing her plane. She kept looking at people and saying things like “not your business look away” to just about everyone lol. I was cracking up and irritated at the same time because it’s not like she missed her flight she was just the last one to get to the gate like, SHUT UP.

After that it was time for take off and goodbye to Iceland.

I landed in Seattle at about 5:30pm and has about 2 hours to kill. I went to Starbucks and grabbed coffee because I was tired and this time change was going to fuck me up again. I started to board around 7:30pm. As I was standing for everyone to get on the plane I checked to see if I had any notifications on my apple watch. I had 1 notification telling me that I had friends who wanted to photo share with me. It was strange because my watch has never alerted me about photo sharing. So I was thinking it was my girlfriends I went on my Seattle trip with because we had a shared album from the wedding and so I thought they might of asked me to create an album to share so they could see my trip photos but that was not the case.

When I opened my phone to check it out, it was the photo album of the beach where I went to go say my goodbyes and where season 7 of Game of Thrones ended. I checked to see who it was that wanted to photo share and the only 2 people on the list were me and Nick…. Under Nicks name it said ‘Baby’ which was strange because I’ve never saved him as baby in my phone. His name was always Nick or Grizzly Bear in my phone, that was it, NEVER BABY. I was like NO FUCKING WAY…. It could of been any album from my trip.. ANY. I was taking photos up until that last day. Why the beach album? To me that told me that Nick heard me and was telling me that he was there with me. This is just how spiritual this trip was for me. I couldn’t believe the amount of signs I was getting from him the entire time and the connection I felt with the country…

This is the big sign I was talking about earlier in this post. This is the biggest sign I could of received from Nick on my trip.

After all of this happened I looked up and I saw my friend Sonny who I used to kickbox with! She was in Seattle for a girls trip and so we got to talking and when we boarded we magically were in the same row but across in the opposite side! It was like fate was guiding me the entire time. Like this trip was meant to happen. Not to mention I was sitting next to a guy and noticed his socks. He was wearing long dress cocktail socks and so was I! lmao. All the coincidences that happened in a matter of 30 minutes lol.

I landed back in Vegas around midnight and had my mom come and pick me up. I couldn’t wait to go home, take a shower and go to sleep.

And so that concludes my trip to Iceland.

I highly recommend everyone go check the country out. There’s so much magic to it and so much to do and see.

If you’re someone looking for some solitude and looking to self explore and just center yourself with the universe then you are someone who definitely needs to go and see and experience for yourself.

I won’t say that I don’t miss Nick. I won’t say that things are easier, I won’t say I’m moving on. I will say that life has been put more into perspective for me. I understand life in a different light now because of all the signs I received on my trip. I realize that the people you love that have passed are not worlds away but right next to you and whatever energy they have, they’ll send signs with and you just have to keep your eyes open and ear to the ground to watch for them.

I’m still healing and every day is still a struggle. The hardest part of this all is still missing him and missing the things we did together and how much he loved me. Finding love like the kind Nick gave me is such a rare thing but I have hope that there’s still some out there. Regardless, I feel him around still and dream him all the time.

If you’re reading this and you’re struggling with something similar, I hope you know that everything happens for a reason and know that life works out one way or another. Nothing lasts forever and we’re all here on borrowed time. It’s what you do with that time and all the good and happiness you bring to the world that makes life worth living. 

Letters from the Arctic pt.5 Sunday: The last full day I woke up to Janusz calling me at 9:30am... Before we parted ways the night before he specifically told me that he would be calling me at 9:30am to wake me up so we could go to the black sand beach where Season 7 of Game of Thrones ended.

[weareyourfoxes]

isak and even: a or b 

2 weeks before

they’re doing an unplanned movie marathon over at kollektivet with eskild, linn and noora and during some foreign film no one but even really seems into eskild suddenly turns towards even asking “when is your birthday exactly?” “the 12th of February” “ok, cool” and with that it’s over and they continue half dozing off

except isak is suddenly in full on panic mode bc the 12th is 2 wEEKS from then and how could he forget and oh god what will he get even that is enough?!!??

1 week before

isak still isn’t clear on what they’re going to do or what he’s going to get even bc he wants to make it so so special but so far the only things he has come up with are:

a self made birthday cake but honestly does he reaaaaallly know how to do that and he’s not yet desperate enough to go ask noora for help but getting close

a dinner at some fancy restaurant but that means having to get his dad to give him money for a date and would he even do that??? (or finding a job in a week that also pays out within like a day which seems v unrealistic too)

a party at kollektivet with their friends, but honestly everyone has gotten into a habit of coming over a lot lately anyway (including evens friends) so really how would it be much more different??

himself. naked. with a bow. but he gives himself to even with everything he’s got already so….

whatever he thinks of it just doesn’t. seem. like. enough. not enough to tell even how thankful he is for everything he has done for him (and for existing in general) and how loved even makes him feel and how safe and how truly like himself and it’s messing with his head

6 days before

“what do you want for your birthday? what are you even doing? its this weekend right?” magnus is the one who asks even first and even just shrugs and nudges isak “i don’t care as long as its together with this one” and everyone is taking isaks panic as him being embarrassed  

4 days before

everyone keeps asking isak what’s going to happen on even’s birthday and he feels like the worst person ever because he just doesn’t know and then finally finally he goes to the girl squad for advice bc they will know what to do (right?????) and he just has to tell someone and then thanks to them for their advice he FiNAlly knows

1 day before

they’ve been chilling in bed all day having a lazy saturday and isak just can’t get enough of even but he has shit to do to prepare for the next day so after even finally falls asleep isak sneaks into the living room to do the prep

B-DAY

it starts with breakfast in bed which noora helped him with (bc really isak you want to give him a cheesy toast with cardamom??? how basic??? lets bake him a cake) and isak got eskild to keep watch so even wouldn’t get out of bed yet

the kollektivit squad brings in the cake while singing happy birthday and even just looks so happy and after everyone has a slice isak quickly kicks them out before they mess up his time table (which by that point is already behind bc obviously he messed up the frosting and noora had to step in)

and even asks him “did you really bake this?” while he looks at the slice skeptically and then with a huge grin takes a bite and isak looks at him hopefully like i hope i didn’t mess up?? but even loves it (thanks noora)

next up is the envelopes and isak has to look for them bc when he got back from prep even was awake and he had to do something to distract him about isak being gone for a couple of hours so now his clothes are all over the floor and even is just looking at him amused bc “what are you even doing???” and finally he finds them: two yellow envelopes (color coded as an idea by Vilde bc what if you accidentally mess them up? you don’t want that!!) one with a and one with b and he gives them to even

“you can open them both but you can only pick one” both letters start the same:

A & B: dear even, you’ve changed my life in ways I never expected and i never thought you’d like me or love me as much as i love you. thank you for existing. today is all about you and because today is all about you were going to play a game called isak and even: a or b. This is how it goes: you get to decide whats going to happen all day today by choosing a or b from the envelopes.

A: choose a and… we’re doing a baz luhrmann marathon in bed for the next 4 hours

B: choose b and… we’re having a snowball fight

A & B: happy birthday baby, yours always, isak

isak waits sort of impatiently for even to finish bc what if he doesn’t like it?? (and there are people waiting for only another 15 minutes so...) but before he can worry more about it even kisses him and then again and again and then finally whispers “b” against his lips and they basically run up and get in like 20 layers before running outside where both the girl squad and the boy squad and the kollektivit squad are waiting

everyone is divided in teams and takes position and then its onnnnn. some innocent bystanders get hit as well and for a bit it seems like isak and even are going to win but then everyone steps up their game and suddenly they’re both like walking snowmen. they hide behind one of the snow walls the other have created and kiss to keep warm until they get caught and everyone suddenly targets them

no one knows how but somehow eva and vilde won the snowball fight (jonas blames magnus for using himself as a shield) but isak doesn’t care because he has never seen even look this happy and alive (or covered in snow) before

next up are the blue envelopes a: have hot cocoa at their fave place or b: visit evens parents for an hour (because isak knows how much evens family means to him.). even goes with option b so they take the tram and have hot cocoa at evens parents + siblings and they give him a new high quality drawing pad and pencils and even just keeps smiling and smiling

“so what’s next?” even asks as the door closes behind them. isak digs around in his pockets and hands him the green envelopes: a: attend a drawing class (which is on a coupon that he can turn in another day if he doesn’t pick this) or b: get serenaded by isak with 5 fine frøkner at home (the last part very very very clearly underlined)

and obviously even picks 5 because hellloooooo

so the whole ride back to kollektivit he looks at isak with a twinkle in his eyes and “i can’t believe you’re really going to do this” “this is the best” and then he starts mouthing the song in the middle of the tram and isak quickly starts kissing him bc he can deal with pda but gabrielle in public?? no way!!

when they get at kollektivit isak drags even into his room before he can invite the others to watch and then puts him on the bed and starts the song while doing some dancing and its so horrible but also so amazing and even literally can’t get enough and when isak is done he hands him two new envelopes but even just puts them to the side and pulls isak in so they can kiss

an hour later they finallllyyyy get to the new envelopes (pink this time) and its a: listen to the mixtape isak created for him or b: game with the rest of kollektivit and even chooses both which is technically against the rules but whatever

half the people who were at the snowball fight that morning are still there (isak is sooooo glad he got that lock on his door after jonas walked into them for the third time) and while the playlist plays in the background even and isak both kick everyone’s asses (“honestly isak you only win when you team up with even lets be real”)

the next envelopes are grey. a: get pizza or b: get kebab which both seem simple but isak needs to get even out of the house for at least 90 minutes. even choses kebab and isak takes him to one of the ones the furthest away from home just to get more time

they take a booth in the back for some privacy and while eating isak digs around in his backpack for evens gift and gives it to him by almost shoving it up his nose. “you mean that this whole day wasn’t your gift already?” even asks before taking off the wrapping and its a dvd of romeo + juliet with bas luhrmann’s autograph and even just stares at it and then back at isak and back again with his mouth popped open “how? what? when?” and he’s just so happy and isak is glad the like 20 hours it took him to find a signed copy weren’t for nothing

the next envelopes are orange a: have a party bc you’re so awesome b: have a party because you’re the greatest “b but not as great as you” and they go back home and while they were away the kollektivet squad made the whole house party ready with food, 20 balloons in every color imaginable, a bunch of evens favourite music and so many presents that even kind of feels overwhelmed by it all bc how did he deserve this??? and then to top it all off his friends from bakka come around and everyone dances and has fun and for once there’s no smoking weed at a party but everyone is ok with it

they sneak into the bathroom for a make out session and even whispers “my face hurts from smiling so much” and “thank you this was the best day ever” and “you’re amazing you know that”

they dance some more and even takes the time to talk and thank everyone and its like he’s walking on a cloud and he never imagined anyone would put this much effort into anything for him ever

it all ends with even and isak both laying in bed tired but so so happy and both whispering “i love you” at the same time

[purplesurveys]

90

[Pause: Currently] What style is your hair in? 
It’s starting to become really hot in the afternoon so I’ve put it in a ponytail.

What’re you wearing? 
My outfit yesterday, a turtleneck and shorts. I’m too lazy to change.

What’s the weather like outside? 
No wind, just sun. It’s making me miserable. GIVE ME RAIN.

What time is it? 
2:23 PM as of this typing.

Who, if anyone, is in the room with you? 
I’m alone right now. Not my choice, but that’s what I’m stuck with.

What’s on your mind? 
That I have a midterm on Tuesday and should really get to studying now lol

What make-up, if any, are you wearing? 
I’ve stopped wearing makeup regularly. Come to think of it, I only really got into makeup because I wanted to look pretty in front of my ex…then I was able to ask her out again and eventually got too lazy to put in effort to use makeup anymore.

What month is it? 
It’s March! …and getting so much closer to the end of the semester. I’m excited.

[Fast Forward: Future] What career do you want? 
I want something that wouldn’t give me the draining feeling I’ve been getting in school for a while now. I don’t want a prison, that’s all.

What age do you think you’ll get married by? 
I always wanted to get married by the time I reach my late 20’s. I don’t know about that now, though.

What about having kids? 
Still around the same age, ideally. But then again I also always want my money to myself and be able to travel, be independent, and not keep a close eye on a kid 24/7, so I’m a little torn.

What age do you plan on moving out? 
21-22.

Can you see yourself moving away from here and if so, to where? 
Yeah, I’m not completely ignoring a move to another country. It’s possible. But I don’t mind ending up still in the Philippines, albeit in a different city. In the end all I want, honestly, is to cut off ties with my mother.

Do you think you’ll marry your current significant other? 
It’s ridiculously early to ask…for now I’m the one entirely okay about marriage; excited about the idea, even. My girlfriend is rather closed off to it. But I do think it’s way too early to bring up a conversation like that and I’m not going to be sitting her down to talk about it any time soon.

Do you know what the weather is supposed to be like for the rest of the week? 
Not specifically, but I know it’s only going to be warmer from here.

What tattoos and/or piercings do you want in the future? 
I wanted so many tattoos. I wanted to put on my thigh, ankle, wrist, at the back of my neck, my fingers, etc. until watching my mom get tattooed totally destroyed that goal of mine. I turn into a wuss at the general concept of anything piercing my body, so I had to say goodbye to piercings too :c I wanted to get a lip ring so bad.

Do you want any cosmetic surgery sometime down the line, if you had money for it? 
No. Imagine all the pizza I can buy instead.

In ten years, how old will you be and where do you see yourself? 
I’ll be 29 and Gab and I have a lovely little place to call home. We’ll also have a golden retriever we’ve named Theo and hopefully I’m so much happier with life by then.

[Rewind: Past] When’s the last time you took a shower? 
Yesterday.

What was the last text message you sent? 
"I miss you"

What did you do yesterday? 
I went to my one class for Friday running on two hours of sleep because I worked nearly all night for a news report project that I soon found out wasn’t needed until next week, so that fucking bummed me out. I drove to Gabie’s early so I could sleep in my car, then I drove her home where I stayed for a bit. We played games on each other’s phone till the sun set, then decided we wanted to watch a movie. I eventually realized we weren’t going to end up watching anything because we were only critiquing EACH AND EVERY FILM that we skimmed through on her hard drive like the film nerds that we are. We’re pretty great.

How old were you when you first started dating? 
I was 16.

When was the last time you saw your best friend? 
I saw Gab yesterday, and Angela I last saw about three weeks ago, at a friend’s debut.

What was your first word? 
No clue. My parents didn’t care enough to track it.

What’s your earliest memory? 
When I was three, my parents set up a kid’s tent in mine and my sister’s room to do pretend camping. That’s my earliest one and can’t remember anything before that.

Do you remember what you were doing twelve hours ago? 
Passed out in bed. That was 3:04 AM.

Three years ago, did you dress the same way you do now? 
Not really, but it’s not drastically different from what I wear today. 2014 I was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn, so all I ever wore out were little black dresses, summer dresses, skirts, flats, etc. Right now I can’t say my style is super defined because I would wear anything, as long as they match and make me look cute ha.

How old were you when your first younger sibling was born, assuming you’re not the youngest or an only child? 
I was two.

[Eject: Stuff You Wish Didn’t Happen] How did your first serious breakup go? 
A mess. I was so mad and was even made madder by the fact that she didn’t seem to be the least bit sorry for what happened at first. There was zero interaction made up for with endless subtweeting, and it was just silent rage all around. I wrote her a letter some time after expressing everything that was in my heart and head and that seemed to slap all the sense right back to her. We are now dating again though so it’s all goodski HAHAHA

TW// Have you ever had an eating disorder? 
Nope.

TW// Have you ever cut yourself? 
I have, yeah.

TW// Have you ever thought about or attempted suicide? 
Yes, and yes.

What was the last thing you cried about? 
I get triggered by the smallest things, so when I was asked to run errands in a very rushed manner this morning, I comletely lost it and had a good cry in the car.

What’s one thing that’s stressing you out like crazy right now? All the requirements being asked of me by all my classes.

Have you ever had a horrible teacher and/or boss? 
It couldn’t get any worse than my history prof last semester.

The first time you dumped someone, was it hard? 
I’ve never dumped anybody.

[Record: Awesomeness That Deserves to be Recorded on Video Forever] When was the last time you laughed really hard and what was it about? 
Yesterday morning! Gab and I were having breakfast at Jollibee when I started playing with the filters on her Snapchat. We got to the face swapping option and quickly filled the area with our noise because we were laughing sooooo fucking much.

What was the last funny movie you saw? 
No clue. I haven’t seen anything new in months.

The last time you ate something really delicious, what was it? 
A goddamn plate of risotto. IT NEVER FAILS

The last time you got your paycheck, how much was it and were you satisfied with it? 
None of that just yet. Hopefully soon!!!

How exactly did you and your best friend meet? 
Gab in 7th grade, Angela in the 1st.

What was the last compliment you received? 
I was told I smelled nice.

What’s one thing you wish you could relive just for one day? I wish I could replay the night I went to my WWE show, but with better eyeglasses because I saw dirt shit that night.

[Play: From This Moment On] Now that you’re done, what will you do? 
Maybe look for something to eat. Then take another survey.

What’s on your agenda for today? 
Surveys surveys surveys then hopefully get the drive to start studying for my soc sci midterm.

What’s your next meal going to be? I’m not sure. I’m craving for pasta though ;(

Will you change your clothes later in the day? 
Maybe change out of this annoying uncomfortable turtleneck, yeah.

Who do you plan on seeing today? 
My dog.

Are you going to take another survey afterwards? 
Maybe.

Is the weather supposed to stay this way all day or will it change? 
Yup. The sun never goes away here, unfortunately.

Do you have any chores you need to do? 
I did all of them this morning.

Do you have work later in the day? 
Hahahayeahdon'tremindmeplzsurveysaresupposedtobemtgreatescapefromthingsplzplzplz.

What about any homework to do? 
SAME THING