#weather forecast but make it fanfiction

[the-blind-assassin-12]

WIP WEDNESDAY: FIC FORECAST EDITION

Hi friends, happy Wednesday! I hope you’re all doing well and having a good week so far. In an effort to keep myself on task and prevent decision paralysis every time I open Google docs, I came up with the idea of the monthly fic forecast - a writing report of what to expect in terms of updates. I’m hoping it keeps me more focused on finishing projects/parts of projects, and keeps you from wondering when the heck I’m getting back around to (insert overdue update here), but we shall see.

(Also hoping it’s more accurate than actual weather forecasts)

( @covetyou I PROMISE more Christmas Dieter is coming. I promise promise promise!)

IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO TRY THIS OUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO SO! And tag me if you do, so I can see what’s brewing on your blog!

[itsmylovedaydreamdreamdream]

The Blue Umbrella

Her POV [Pt.1]

I have an unhealthy obsession with writing stuff revolving around blue stuff. Go check out my previous fic, ‘Blue Hoodie’ if you can guys! It would mean a lot if you like my fanfictions<3

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Warnings\ Not proofread, fem!reader, kinda slow paced sorry but I hope you like this!

“I really should’ve checked the forecast” I mumbled, stranded at the study café, looking at the formerly sunny sky now a dark shade of grey. One moment the Sun was shining brightly, the next moment the clouds started pouring heavily. All I could do was wait for the rain to stop so that I could go home. It wasn’t that I hated rain, it’s my favorite weather. I feel so carefree, all my worries about well… everything are washed away by the rain. Afterwards, the cool breeze and the scent of soil in the air, it’s the most calm and serene feeling I can feel in my life, constantly shadowed by my problems… But, today wasn’t the right day, my sister was finally coming back from her foreign studies and I can’t wait to meet my only friend. My sister was probably the only person I’m close to and can share everything with. My parents often fought, so growing up, my sister was the one responsible for me and always there for me.

I was sitting on one of the tables outside the café, thankfully covered, watching people pass by. Couples were having a stroll together, laughing and sharing an umbrella, I saw a family of four having the time of their life just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. I wish I had someone to share my time with. I wish my family was that happy. Now that my sister was back for a few weeks I would make sure I spent all my time with her. Only problem, I had no way of getting home. Sure, I could run as fast as I could but I would still reach home drenched and catch a cold.

I spotted a group of five friends not far from here. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help staring at them. There was this one guy in particular who really caught my eye. He looked like he was being left out and not being paid any attention too. He was cute, dark messy hair, and beautiful eyes. It was as if someone stole all the stars from the sky and put them in his eyes. He had a sad smile on his face as he looked down at water droplets falling onto a lone pink tulip at the side of the pavement. I couldn’t help but feel sad, not for him, for me. Well, for him too. I mean, it sucks being ignored by your own friend group or just being left lonely. I mean being alone isn’t that bad, but it isn’t always good either. I felt a tear roll down my cheek… no idea why, kind of did. I knew how that felt.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder; I didn’t realize I had zoned out. I quickly wiped away the few tears that tainted my cheeks. I turned around and… WHAT?! No, like, wasn’t he over there a second ago? The guy from the other side of the road, was here. Right. In front. Of. Me. “Take it.” ,were the only two words he said to me, handing me the umbrella before sprinting away, his bag held on top of his head.

I was left staring at the blue umbrella. He didn’t even know me? Why would he help me? Was he secretly my guardian angel? Did he know I was desperate to go home, or was that feeling masking my face right now, clearly evident to the whole world. Not that anyone would pay attention to me. But then, why did he? The next time I met him again, if I did, I would ask him if it hurt falling from heaven. Okay my thoughts are getting really cheesy for a random stranger with a blue umbrella. Thank you… whoever you are.

I shook my thoughts away and shrugged. I got an umbrella, isn’t that what I wanted? I made my way back home, walking through the silent streets.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” I announced as I took of my shoes and put them on the shoe rack to dry off. “Y/n! Where were you?” I heard a familiar voice call out as I heard footsteps rush towards me. I almost started crying at the sight of her. My sister was back! She rushed to hug me and engulfed me in bear hug. “Aww you’ve grown up y/n!” “I missed you so much! Sorry I’m late, I was stranded at the study café. Where are mom and dad?” I asked. I shouldn’t have. Melisa flashed me an awkward smile “Uhm in the kitchen but we can just go chill in my room. I set up a movie night for us!” “Are they… arguing again?” “Don’t worry about it y/n… you know how they are…” I frowned but I was used to it. Most of the time when I reached home I would only be welcomed by silence or the occasional noises from the kitchen or living room where my parents were arguing over just about whatever topic they can. I’m probably invisible and only appear when they need something to argue on or someone to scold if the other one is not at home. I missed Melisa so much, it’s a pity she’s 5 years older than me so she left home for foreign studies and well… found a job there and she’s probably going to settle there.

As we made our way over to the stairs I heard shouting from the kitchen. I heard my name.

“IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU MELISA WOULDN’T HAVE HAD TO RAISE Y/N!”

“ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I WASN’T A GOOD MOTHER? HOW WERE YOU ANY BETTER?”

“I EARN THE MONEY WE PAY FOR HER SCHOOL. I EARN THE MONEY THIS HOUSE WORKS ON. WHAT DO YOU DO EXCEPT WORKING AS A WAITRESS AT THAT OLD RESTAURANT?”

“STOP QUESTIONING MY WORTH! I DO WHAT I CAN! YOUR LIFE WOULD BE CHAOS WITHOUT ME! YOU CAN’T EVEN COOK ONE MEAL IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT”

“I WISH I COULD LEAVE YOU BUT I NEED TO STAY FOR Y/N”

“LEAVE IF YOU WANT! YOU DON’T EVEN CARE FOR OUR DAUGHTER!”

“NOT LIKE YOU DO!!”

I looked at my sister with tears starting to form in my eyes. “M-Mel.. they’re going to separate? Where will I go…? Why is our family broken?”

“shh it’s okay y/n I’m here for you. I know this is tough, especially hearing them argue over you and say all that mean stuff. But you’ve stayed strong for so long… you’ll go to college soon and you’ll be able to have a better life, yeah? If I could I would take you with me but you know our parents would probably get really mad over that and stay that we’re being ungrateful and stuff like that.” She looked down. “I’m sorry y/n” I hugged her “Don’t be. None of this is our fault. W-what movie are we going to watch?” I asked, trying to switch to another topic and a better atmosphere. She wouldn’t stay for long, I had to make most of the time we had. “Your favorite~” “OMG ARE WE WATCHING (your favorite movie/show) AAA THANKYOU!” “Look at you being all excited. Why are you still holding onto that umbrella? Wait, where did you get that?” oh. Oh. OHH. “Oh uhm… so… as you know, it’s raining heavily! I was at the study café and it started raining cats and dogs. And it’s not like I could run all the way home without getting drenched and catching a cold so I just sat there doing people-watching and stuff and I saw a group of friends just chilling you know? And there was this boy, with sparkling, chocolate brown eyes and fluffy, dark hair. Is that the right adjective? He was kind of secluded and had a faint, sorrowful, smile on his face but it was pretty oh and-“

“Okay sis I get it. You’re in love with a stranger. Did you talk to him? What’s his name? Did he lend you this? Spill the tea!”

“No I’m not! I just found him cute and attractive and kind of noticeable because I could relate to that feeling. And no, I did not talk to him so I don’t know his name. And yes, he has lend this umbrella to me. He just appeared in front of me out of no where and told me to take the umbrella, handing it to me. Then, he ran away. What was that about?” I rolled my eyes. “An introduction wouldn’t have hurt!”

“Okay y/n don’t admit your crush. I won’t force you”

“I said it’s not a crush!”

“Oh but it is! My sister is in love~” Saying that she ran into her room and I chased after her. We both collapsed onto her bed in a fit of laughter. I missed her so much. How many times am I going to say that?

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A/n>>> Okay so I know Leo didn’t really make an appearance in this but as I mentioned, this will be kind of slow paced… mostly because I’m not getting ideas to fit in the middle of the few ideas I already have and my exams are going on. I had an exam today also (the day im posting this) and after this, two exams are left, and these subjects are as tough as maths so I’m probably not going to write any sequel parts this week.

Also, I was originally writing this for Percy, hence blue umbrella, but Leo has literally stolen my heart since the day I read the lost hero so there is no way I wouldn’t write a fic for him and this is the only idea I have right now

Im going to  post a leo pov too by the way! And im writing a long luke castellan mafia ff thing I started a long time back so expect a lot of new posts in march! Or not. Most probably yes.

ALSO IM STARTING A TAG LIST IF ANYONE WANTS TO BE ADDED PLEASE TELL, THANKYOUU<3

[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Finale Chapter — Season Two

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

The end of this beautiful story is upon us. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed this fanfiction and followed it. You are the best. See you soon ❤

chapter seventeen

The anticipation for the most important moment of your life is overwhelming. Your eyes meet your mother's as she nervously adjusts your hair. Your best man, Enzo, is looking for something blue for you to wear. Pedro's younger sister will be your maid of honor. You've spent months debating every detail of this moment with your mother and Pedro's family. After much discussion, your wedding will be in a church.

"Running away is still an option if you're thinking about it," your mother says as she finishes helping you with your hair. You look at her through the mirror, disapproving of her words.

"Mom, it's not funny. Seriously, do you think Pedro will be at the church? I mean, the weather forecast was sunny and now it's raining. What if he backs out of everything?" you ask nervously, feeling your breath escaping you. The dress is tight in several places and the anxiety of being about to marry Pascal is overwhelming you.

"My daughter, don't say such nonsense. This man loves you. He didn't even let the fact that I disapproved of him get in the way of your relationship. I fear that he would marry you even in the middle of a storm." Your mother speaks so seriously, with no patience for what you're saying, that you realize she truly believes it's impossible for him to abandon you. You smile, standing up and adjusting your dress one last time before heading to the church.

"I'm ready to marry the man of my life, Mom. Wish me luck," you say softly, and your mother stands on her tiptoes to kiss your forehead. She whispers "good luck" to you, and you both head towards the wedding venue.

As your feet touch the church floor, you feel your legs trembling. Your eyes well up with tears as if you're ready to cry. Your mother holds your arm firmly, guiding you towards your groom. And there he is, your beloved Pedro Pascal. He looks stunning in an expensive-looking suit and has a huge smile on his face. Everyone you both know is in the church, witnessing your wedding. When your mother hands you over to Pedro, your hand almost slips from his, but he holds you firmly. The priest begins the ceremony, but all your attention is on Pedro, and it seems like all his attention is on you.

"I have to say, you look stunning. I think I hit the jackpot…" you say, leaning slightly closer to Pedro Pascal. He lets out a muffled laugh, prompting the priest to give you both a stern "shhh." A few seconds later, the priest

asks you to say your vows. You're almost certain that Pedro memorized his like a script and threw it away because you searched the whole house and couldn't find it anywhere.

“Well, what can I say about Y/N. When we first met, I felt like you were going to change my life. And I was right. Until we started dating, I thought it was impossible to find someone who would complete me this much. But you feel like another part of me. And you make me crazier, more in love, and happier,” Pedro says while holding both your hands, gently stroking them. You start to cry as you listen to him declare his love.

"The craziest thing about all this is that our love story often seemed more invented than real. Until one day, when you and I were playing the great lovers for the world; I realized that seeing you was the best part of my day. That filming a romantic scene made me miss you, and every love song seemed silly because none of them were about you." When Pedro says this, almost everyone in the church lets out a loud "ahhhhh." You feel so proud of the man you're about to marry. He really knows how to love you.

"I loved Mr. Pascal even before I met him. I loved him for his work, his commitment to being an excellent actor, and for appearing to be an even better human being. But he surprised me. He raised my expectations of what a perfect man could be with the way he treated me, always being the most kind and gentlemanly. But don't get me wrong. He was a challenge too. Getting him to open up to this relationship was a beautiful battle to fight." You say, looking deeply into his teary eyes. He gives you a sweet smile.

"But when we both stopped fighting what we were feeling and let ourselves be carried away by the emotions growing inside us, I knew I would love him forever. And I didn't even imagine marrying him back then. I just knew that the love we were creating was something unique and eternal. And that's how I want it to be. I want this marriage to last until we're old and gray. And I can't wait to see what our destiny will be like." You barely wait for the priest to declare you husband and wife. Your lips meet like two magnets, and you throw yourself into Pedro's arms, feeling him hold your waist with great affection. And that was the beginning of your happily ever after.

END

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

[ivorydragoness44]

Jack Frost x Reader: Forecast

Word Count: 356 Warnings: Reader being nervous about wind/approaching storm and accidental jump scare provided by Jack. Can be read as platonic or otherwise. Summary: A storm is approaching, making the Reader a little uneasy. The unexpected visit from Jack Frost comes at a greater surprise.

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   Hearing a significant breeze outside, you grabbed your phone. It had been longer than you cared to admit since you had last checked the weather. You frowned as you saw the small radar show a band of rain. A cold front was on its way, and with it, thunderstorms. At least it was going to result in a stretch of cold weather. Unseasonably cold, but you would gladly take it. The weather outside had become warm rather quickly. So of course it had you missing longer sleeves, blankets, and perhaps a particular person.    The wind picked up outside. It was starting to sound like a pat of a movie that you did not want to be involved in. There was something about it that was bringing about your nerves and, subsequently, your blood pressure.    While your senses hyper-fixated on the wind, a loud noise and rush of air from another room made you jump. Running to shut the window, lest the nearing rain find its way into your home, you skidded to a stop.

   “Ahh!”    “What?” Jack Frost leapt up onto the nearest surface to search around the vicinity.    “You!” You threw a pillow at him.    “Hey. What’d I do?” He looked at you with a face twisted in confusion.    “You startled me,” you panted briefly, trying to regain composure.    “Oh.” His face fell at your words. “I’m sorry.”    Slowly, Jack hopped back down to the floor. As he inched closer to you, he raised hands. “May I come closer?”    A small smiled made its way onto your face. “Yeah,” you sighed.    Hesitantly at first, Jack reached around you in a delicate hug. At least until you coiled your arms around him as if he would disappear at any given moment.    “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” You teased quietly.    “Hah, I—” he began, but was cut off by a loud drumming of thunder. Jack felt as you tensed up and hugged you tighter. “Sorry about all of this. I just wanted to see you.”    “It’s alright,” you nuzzled your face into his blue hoodie. “Nature works in miraculous ways, huh?”    “It sure does.”

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Wow, my first Jack Frost fanfiction posted not during a holiday season hahah.

I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you! Reblog maybe?

[river-gale]

🍓🍄🪐

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

i honestly don't remember very well. i was like 12. i think i just really, really wanted to be in star wars? yeah i'm pretty sure my first fanfic was star wars self insert in a spiral bound notebook. don't look at me

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

ok my number 1 mars house headcanon forever is that river calls january a-yue from yiyue, the literal translation of january that the book MENTIONS ONCE IN A FOOTNOTE AND THEN NO ONE EVER CALLS HIM THAT LISTEN TO ME HEAR ME OUT LISTEN—

but you probably know that already so my second one is that whenever the kingdoms family makes lunar new year food, kite is the one who gets stuck stirring the dumpling filling forever. this is because kite would be (a) invested in making jiaozi and (b) least likely to complain that his arms hurt after 5 minutes and (c) cannot fold them for shit

at songshu, i headcanon aubrey could fold absolutely perfect crisp beautiful jiaozi. river can do decent ones. january's and yuan's have a 50% chance of falling apart when you try to boil them. they rope mx ren into it and theirs are unexpectedly also perfect AND/OR they are like my housemate who kept eating the raw wrappers

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

uhhhHHHH

the weather is getting cooler or at least IT BETTER BE. there's rain forecasted for the week ahead AND IT HAD BETTER DO IT. and the leaves on the dogwood tree outside the window rn are turning red

i just got a new digital library card, bringing my total library card count to FIVE. i am unstoppable. i will never die.

i looked on instagram and my former host father (goes fishing as a hobby on weekends) caught a beautiful trout. i am happy for him!

[chapitre7]

a light in your tune

แฟนผมเป็นประธานนักเรียน | My School President fanfiction

Tinn Tinnaphob Jirawatthanakul/Gun Guntaphon Wongwitthaya

7k words

Gun crushes on a cute guy who's bad at dates. Gun pretends he does not have a crush on cute guy who's bad at dates. Romcom ensues.

Read on AO3

If you asked Gun why he did it, he would splutter and stammer and blush and probably fake out a phone call to flee. If you asked Por why he thought Gun did it, Por would happily tell you, “I don’t think Gun thought anything at all!”, which is both 1) true and 2) a regular occurance, and it’d make Gun splutter and yell again.

The fact is, Gun did it, and it changed everything.

Maybe that’s a little too overdramatic for you, but at one point, there is a rain scene and eyes interlocked and the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach and a beautiful boy that reminds Gun of the sun-tinted days in high school.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Por says, giggling, and hey, he is right, we are. Before the singing and the rain and the new year, there is:

The restaurant.

Now, there isn’t anything particularly special about the restaurant, other than draining all of Gun’s energies because customers are exhausting and tourists are a particular brand of annoying that test all of Gun’s people skills.

But that does mean that whenever Gun meets a customer that is polite, kind, and flattering, his day is turned around. He remembers that he does in fact love people, and that one day he’ll be a famous musician and he’ll make people happy when he sings and then all the impolite ones won’t be able to affect him anymore because fuck the tourists who complain about the spice level of the dishes, who cares when he has the real public?

Sigh.

Por pats him on the head when he gets that faraway look on his eyes, saying, “There, there,” because he, too, was there when they failed another audition and—

Okay, digression. Back to the real crux of the issue:

When did Gun even get a crush on that guy?

“I do not have a crush on him!” Gun says, voice an octave higher for some reason. Suspicious. “I don’t even know his name!”

Yet we cannot help but squint our eyes at him.

“Didn’t you mention how he always wears a blue tie?” Por asks, index finger tapping his chin.

“So?” Gun shoots back, crossing his arms, not at all defensive.

“So,” Por says, word heavy with implication. “Who even notices what strangers are wearing?”

“First of all, I’m quite observant, thank you very much,” Gun says, index finger raised in the air, yet it is important to point out that he never noticed when Por changed the parting of his hair from left to right early this year. Gun glares, sticking out his middle finger to form the number two. “Second of all, he became a regular, so I just. I don’t know? He seems to like blue, okay, at one point it was hard not to notice.”

“I never noticed it,” Por says as an important addition.

“You don’t even pay attention to the weather forecast before leaving the house.”

“It’s not important! It’s always hot anyway and rain season is already over!”

“Then why do you get annoyed when you’re overdressed for band practice?”

“Because it’s ruining my vibe!”

“Just stop wearing vests, man.”

“You seem to like when glasses wears a vest.”

Gun lets out a sound that is very much like a mouse squeak.

Okay, maybe we should back up a little.

Back to the restaurant and the customers and Gun liking the polite ones.

He likes the ones that tip him with a heavy hand because they’re used to different countries. He likes the one that look him in the eye like he’s an actual person, and the ones that ask him for suggestions and he can see the way they light up when they take the first bite of their dish. Those make his miserable days a little better.

And then there are the dates.

Now, Gun wouldn’t call himself a romantic. That’s Por, and it’s honestly a little irritating because he’ll create whole fics about customers, with background stories and tragic family plots if the shift is chill and he has had too much coffee that day, and a lot of the time Gun tells him to stop shipping people, but mostly he suffers it with a modicum of restraint because it does make Por write some pretty nice lyrics.

Gun still pays attention to those dates, however, wearing his most handsome smile and on his most patient behavior as the lovebirds nervously browse the menu for something mild, as only a tentative first date can be. Gun has never dated anyone, but he is observant when he wants to be, especially when he’s shifted into singer mode, and he tries to fit some of his favorite songs to romantic pairs.

He sees the friends-crossing-the-friendzone-line when the banter is easy and relaxed and the hands keep touching as the pair speaks. There’s the obvious-pining-turned-into-real-date when one side can’t keep their eyes off the other. There are the older couples who share a lifetime of history, knowing each other’s favorite dishes and laughing at inside jokes that Gun would never understand. You can see all kinds of people and how they relate to one another simply by how they make an order and eat their dinner.

So, when glasses guy first showed up, a pretty girl by his side, Gun easily switched into observant mode.

Take that, Por.

He pulled her chair for her, which, yeah, okay, a little old fashioned, but nice. He had a pleasant smile that made the girl smile in return, a little shy, and oh, it was a first date. Maybe a blind date? No, no, if it were a blind date, then they wouldn’t have arrived together. Or maybe they had met up someplace before?

God, sometimes hanging out with Por is like sharing clothes and getting his habits like an annoying rash. Just like in seventh grade.

“Are you ready to order?”

Glasses guy, at this point in time, wasn’t really glasses guy because he was not wearing them. Gun doesn’t know if he was wearing blue that day, either. He made a good impression in different ways, such as when he asked his date, “What would you like? Please feel free to choose anything.”

We love a date that does not care about budget. Yeah, yeah, something, something, dates should split the check, but Gun is a huge supporter of getting free meals out of boys. If the date ends up sucking, at the very least their date won’t have to suffer double the injury by also having to pay for the bill. It makes sense in his head.

Not that glasses guy — or Gun’s guy (“He’s not my guy! What the fuck!”) — presented any indication that he’s a bad date. In fact, from what Gun observed, he seemed to be quite the green flag. He was leaning forward as they waited for the food, clearly interested, engaging in conversation, while his date remained a little stiff, but also a little pink on the cheeks, replying in short sentences. They shared a laugh before Gun arrived with their food, and when he looked up at Gun to thank him, Gun could swear his eyes reflected all the lights in the room.

Por whistles. “You noticed that?”

“Look,” Gun says, palm open in a clear sign that says hold on now, “I just mean he looked friendly! And warm! And very obviously nice to talk to!”

“Sure,” Por says.

Sure, Gun.

Anyway, he was very obviously nice to talk to, and Gun has no idea how that date managed to turn around, because one minute it was going well, the next minute the guy’s smile dropped and he went pale, mouth hanging open, and the girl was shaking her hands then clasping them, and, oh boy, yeah, that was it. It was halfway through their meal too, and they were both too polite to end it there, so they ate the rest of the food in such a state of complete silence that Gun had to visibly wince.

The girl said something — was that a wai? oh God — and then left.

Date boy seemed dejected. Hunched over the table, mouth pulled into a thin line, swirling his drink absentmindedly. The saddest part is that it was not even alcohol, he was just swirling soda around.

Maybe it was the very fact that he was not getting shitfaced in those trying times of rejection that got Gun to move. Or maybe it was the pathetic kicked puppy look on his face. Or maybe Gun just felt highly benevolent on that day.

If you asked Gun the reason, he would not be able to give you a clear answer.

“He has the emotional awareness of a goldfish,” says Pat, and Gun takes offense to that.

As it were, it happened like this: Gun took one look at that dejected man, walked up to him with the menu in hand, offered his brightest smile, and said, “Would you like to have your dessert now?”

The young man blinked a little owlish at him.

“I didn’t order any.”

“Are you sure, khun? We have the best oh aew outside of Phuket.”

He still looked a little lost. But something in Gun must have convinced him, because a few beats later he said, “Okay.”

Now, Gun’s boss would be pretty proud of him for securing another order out of that failed date, but the truth is, Gun wouldn’t even charge the man if he could. Whenever he lost an audition, his mother would make him the sweetest shaved ice to cheer him up, so when he saw that crumbled paper bag of a man, he wanted to give him some sugar.

Maybe the man said something to fuck up his date, but Gun’s gut didn’t agree, so he did what he wanted. And Gun was not known for making choices agreed by the general population (or even his band mates).

So, he did bring the dessert to the man, and also a little extra. He watched from afar as the man ate all of his sweet treat before he noticed the message Gun left on his paper napkin: Don’t give up. It’ll be better next time.

“But I’m the romantic, I’m the embarrassment,” Por says. “You left him a love message—”

“It wasn’t a love message, it was—”

“—And then you bolted to the kitchen before he made eye contact with you!”

“—not for the eye contact! Or any contact! I just wanted to cheer him up a little! He looked really damn sad, Por.”

Like a kicked puppy, as we established. And Gun’s message did have the desired effect. The corner of his lips immediately curled up, his smile a shy, tight-lipped thing. Gun couldn’t see anything else due to the aforementioned bolting, but he did see the smile, and he understood why people wrote about making others happy. It was a great feeling.

Seeing the guy on his second date was less of a great feeling.

Not because Gun was embarrassed or anything (quote, unquote), and the guy was pretty nice and his tip was even nicer, but now his date was a guy. A very good-looking guy with possibly the best hair Gun has ever seen, and it made Gun feel some type of way.

As soon as the pair sat down and Gun didn’t move towards them, Por had so many questions, expressed not with words, not with any proper language, but a secret third way (moving his eyes back and forth between Gun and the pair and widening them each time Gun refused to move). Resigned, Por walked to them himself, friendly and ready to take their order, while Gun pretended his thoughts were leading somewhere coherent.

Of course he didn’t have problem with the other guy. Gun would never be the kind of singer that sang of just one type of love. Especially because, in theory, Gun didn’t have experience with any kind other than platonic and cuddling with Por when it wasn’t too hot. And hey, the girl didn’t work out (maybe his guy snored? Wait, not his guy, fuck), so maybe he’d have better luck with a guy.

They certainly seemed to vibe. From the window in the kitchen, he watched as the pair talked, relaxed and close, feet touching under the table. At one point, guy-with-good-hair grinned wide and appeared to reach forward to pinch the other’s cheek and oh, the other was definitely blushing.

Huh. Now that was new.

But the guy wasn’t smiling, at least not in the same way that he had smiled in his previous date, or the way he smiled when Gun gave him his napkin message. Not that Gun was categorizing his smiles or anything, that seems a little creepy, actually? Maybe? In any case, the guy kept looking around even after Por brought them their meal, a little distracted, and even though he seemed to get along pretty well with this date, guy-with-good-hair still excused himself and left first.

Gun wasn’t an expert on dates in any capacity, but he did have to wonder what green-flag-guy was doing to get ditched so easily.

“Maybe he’s oversharing,” Por suggests. “Maybe he has an overbearing mother and it’s scaring people away.”

“Maybe he has bad breath,” Win quips.

“He doesn’t,” says Gun, who would know.

“You’d know,” says Yo.

“I think we should start band practice,” says Gun, moderately, getting off his chair at a normal speed.

“Pat’s still in the bathroom,” Win says, and Gun groans, sitting back down, looking over their setlist, willing band thoughts over guy thoughts.

“It’s not that bad to have a crush, you know,” says Por in a very amiable, sweet voice. Gun groans again.

Because the third time had been the worst.

It was on the third time he came to the restaurant that Gun saw him in glasses for the first time. He was also wearing a blue vest and white pants, and it was all so pastel and friendly that he looked like he had walked out of a laundry detergent commercial. If Gun touched his vest, he would probably feel it dip softly under his touch. Not that Gun had any touching thoughts. That’s ridiculous.

Especially not with the guy’s date glaring at him in such a way that Gun almost feared for his life.

Almost. He had never backed down from a confrontation in his life.

(Por resented that.)

When he walked to their table, glasses guy did seem to perk up at him. He was all smiles — the small, timid ones that made him look like an emoji — and friendly, asking, “What do you suggest?”, as if he and Gun and his date all miraculously shared the same taste.

Gun was not sure if his date even blinked the whole time he was there to take their order.

“Is it even a date this time?” Por asked, brows furrowed, speaking to Gun from behind a menu.

“I think so?” Gun tried. The angry one kept his arms crossed but glasses guy was leaning forward, trying to appeal to him in some way or another, and Gun was glad to see that he was not so fucking easy that the guy’s eyes only melted his insides. Arms were uncrossed, eyes were rolled, and the man… flicked glasses guy on the forehead? “Is that romantic?”

“When I was in fifth grade, maybe.”

They both tilted their heads, musing over definitions of love.

And there was definitely something there from the way the guy glared at Gun in a very pointed, gratuitous way when he brought them their order. There was also something about how glasses guy kept adding meat to his date’s plate, as if trying to please him. But again, once the dishes were clean, his date stood up and left, and glasses guy remained there, in his pastel blue silence.

“I feel bad for him,” Gun told Por.

“Why though?” Por asked. “I mean, he seems nice, but it’s not the first time we’ve seen bad dates.”

Gun shrugged. Because he kept trying, even after that disastrous first date? Because he seemed nice, always appearing interested in his date when they spoke? Definitely the rather pleasant color scheme of his clothes, if Gun were being honest.

Or maybe, really, it was the way he looked up at Gun when he walked to him. Pretty eyes, looking right at Gun’s.

“Would you like to order dessert, khun?” Gun asked. Since your date has left again.

He smiled, and it looked cuter now that he was wearing his silly round glasses.

“Yes, Khun Gun.”

Gun took a slight step sideways and almost tripped over his own feet.

Wait, wait. The nametag. He was wearing a nametag, of course. Fucking idiot.

Something must have showed on his face, because glasses guy had his hand raised in the air, almost ready to touch him, before awareness hit them and he placed it back on the table, while Gun looked down at his notepad to write the guy’s order.

“I think,” he told Por, after the guy had eaten his dessert and left him a generous tip again, “that he reminds me of someone.”

“Who?” Por asked, holding the menu to his chest.

“I don’t think you know them.”

“Gun, I know everyone you know.”

“Obviously,” Gun said, because it wasn’t a lie. “It’s not like I knew them either.”

“That makes no sense.”

But it did to Gun. Not as a tangible person, but more like… A feeling he had back in high school. Sitting in the back of the class, watching those in front. Those who were smarter than him and would definitely get into their university of choice. Those who tutored others, and spoke well in school assemblies. Gun wouldn’t say he knew any of them well, or that he had like one of them in particular, just… When Gun thought of high school, he remembered his band practices, the school festivals, and his class president who always knew his name and hyped his songs on the school radio.

“You have a very specific taste,” said Por, after Gun expressed those feelings in something less put together.

“Shut up,” Gun fired back eloquently.

But worse than the confusion, worse than paying attention to the guy every time he came back to the restaurant, worse than having a crush for possibly the first time in his life, was how, not even a week later, on an inauspicious Friday night, glasses guy’s angry date showed up at Pat’s garage, where the band practiced, with a guitar on his back.

Gun made an excellent second impression by choking on air.

“Instagram,” the guy said, taking his phone out of his hoodie’s pocket and waving it around, like it was a flyer. “You said you’re looking for a guitarist.”

Por was looking at Gun very attentively. Gun vowed not to make eye contact with him for at least 3 business days.

“Yeah,” he said, pretending to tune his own guitar. “Yeah, sure, let’s see what you got.”

One song later, Gun had to admit that he was infuriatingly good.

“Gun, I think we might actually win an audition like this,” said Yo, awestruck, looking at them as though he was seeing them like a real band for the first time and not like they had been playing together for the past several years. He would definitely be paying for barbecue next Tuesday.

“I’m Sound,” glasses-guy’s-last-date said.

“Holy shit,” said Win meaningfully. Everyone just stared at him.

Apparently, Sound was kind of a big deal online.

Unfortunately for Gun, all he could think of was Sound wiping sauce off glasses guy’s face with his thumb, kicking him under the table, and then calmly listening to whatever glasses guy was rambling about.

Was he the one? Did they meet again after that date? Was glasses guy going to show up one day during band practice to pick Sound up for a date, and then Gun would watch them—

“We’re not dating,” Sound said, and Gun turned towards him so quickly that he’d be feeling that in his neck for the weekend at least.

“What?”

Sound leveled him with a look. Gun was growing wary of the fact that Sound could read his mind.

“I’m not dating Tinn,” Sound continued, putting his guitar away. “You looked like you were curious.”

Out the corner of his eye, he could see that Por’s eyebrows were raised to his hairline. In his head, Gun was already trying to run the math of how long he could go without talking to Por before he came barging into his bathroom so he didn’t have where to run.

“I’m not,” Gun said, fiddling with the strap of his guitar.

“Who’s Tinn?” asked Pat.

“No one, good night,” Gun said, fleeing the scene without even getting Sound’s number to add him to their groupchat, which prompted Por to call him later that very night.

“He said they’re childhood friends,” Por said in a tone that made Gun feel like he was five years old. And also wonder why Por and Sound were talking about glasses guy — Tinn — while he wasn’t there.

“It’s literally not any of my business. Can’t you just send me Sound’s number?” A pause. “Please?”

It’s not like they couldn’t date just because they were childhood friends; Gun had watched plenty of dramas with his mom to know that. And still, it’s not like it was any of his business who Tinn dated or not. He actually wanted Tinn to find a nice date, because he looked nice, and he looked like he was trying. Whenever his mom talked about his father, her face would take on a different kind of glow, and she could talk for hours. Tinn looked like he could talk for hours, too. He seemed to talk plenty in his dates, so Gun was sure that love would look good on him, in his eyes—

His dark, round, sparkly eyes.

Lying in his bed, Gun hit his hand against his forehead, as he would many times after that.

He knew there was nothing wrong with having a crush. Crushes would render many good memories and many a good song and it was only natural, of course, but... Every time he looked at Tinn at the restaurant, he felt like he was intruding. Like he was looking at someone from a completely different world, and by following the curve of his smiles and the way the tip of his hair fell softly against his cheek, he was being inappropriate. Seeing more than he was supposed to see.

And Tinn would raise his eyes and find his, and it would make him panic.

“Gun,” Por says, and he drags the syllable of his name, dejectedly. “You’re killing me.”

“You’re being too harsh on yourself, man,” Pat adds, patting him on his back.

“He’s coming to the gig, isn’t he? So he wants to be around,” Yo says.

“What do you have to lose by asking him out?” Win asks, crossing his arms.

Gun almost drops his water bottle.

“I don’t want to ask him out!”

“You literally do,” Win deadpans.

“Gun, they’re right,” Por says, and Gun knows, and he hates it, and he’s going to murder Por in his sleep for explaining to the others who Tinn was.

He didn’t mean to crush on the guy. He didn’t want to do anything about it. He didn’t mean to ask him to come to their gig. He just…

When Tinn came back for his fourth date, Gun was at the end of his shift, so he didn’t even serve him. He was in the break room, with a single earbud in his ear, singing along to the song he was planning to use to open the gig they managed to land at the end of the month. A song about finding someone in the big wide city, who shows up against all odds and stands beside you. Gun had sung it many times before, ever since high school, but when he sang it that day, it sounded different to his ears.

As if it had changed color.

He stopped singing at that verse, letting the instrumental rush over him. It was raining that night, so there was the melody in one ear, the pouring rain in the other, and sweet eyes filled with stars before his eyelids.

It’s so strange how even the most well-beloved verses can take the shape of a person if you let them.

When he walked through the restaurant on the way out, he did see Tinn there. Sitting at a table alone, squinting at his phone. He must have forgotten his glasses, Gun thought, and smiled despite himself. Was he stood up? Gun didn’t think a guy like Tinn could be stood up. But then again, he didn’t know anything about him. Not his hobbies, not his profession, not anything about his life. And Gun was nobody to him. Just a server without a college degree, trying to make it in an industry that didn’t care about him.

He walked out and stood by the porch, waiting for the rain to subside. Patrons walked past him, running towards their cars, and Por left him on read, probably too busy eating dinner to reply to Gun.

The pattering of the raindrops against the roof of the restaurant, coupled with the sound of the cars on the road before him, kept him from noticing the footsteps that approached and stopped by his side.

“Did you get stood up too?”

He turned sharply to the side, coming face to face with Tinn.

Was he always that tall, or did he grow taller in the short couple of months since their first meeting?

“Ah,” Gun said after a few seconds of staring into Tinn’s eyes, “no, actually, my roommate is already home. I’m trying to decide if I should call a taxi or make a run for the bus stop.”

Tinn hummed, and Gun’s eyes strayed from his control, falling from Tinn’s eyes, down to his mouth, and then to his neck. He was wearing a light blue button-up that day, but with the first four or five buttons undone. It was a physical effort to look away.

“I’d offer you a ride but,” he paused, laughing, showing off beautiful pearly teeth. “I’m not confident enough to drive in the rain without my glasses.”

To think that even Tinn had things he didn’t feel confident about.

“Guess we both lost our chance at free rides tonight then,” Gun said, a lopsided smile playful on his lips.

“Oh, God, no,” Tinn said, making a face. “Kajorn has road rage, I’d rather run to the bus stop too.”

They chuckled together, and turned back towards the rain. The city was just a blur, making it seem as if only them and the restaurant were tangible and real.

“Are you a singer?”

Something in his expression when he faced Tinn again must have made him shy, because Tinn quickly shook his hands, palm up, before clasping them. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, I swear I was just looking for the bathroom, but I heard you... singing, earlier.”

Gun had been a singer for many years already, but he could feel his neck and ears flushing at Tinn’s admission. As if Tinn could have read his emotions, transparent like glass, from the way he sang. Por always said that he was bad at lying, and that he could tell what Gun was feeling by the way he sang each song. But even if Tinn heard him, there was no way he could know who the one person among the million others in the rain-soaked city was.

“Yeah,” Gun said eventually, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He kept his eyes in the rain, but he could see Tinn visibly exhale beside him. Again, like it was impossible to stop it, a smile tugged at his lips. “My band is performing at Rendezvous on New Year’s.”

Before his brain could catch up, his mouth said,

“Do you want to come?”

He kept his hands inside his pockets as he turned to look at Tinn. For every purpose, it was a casual invitation, speaking nothing of the thudding of his heart against his ribcage. And if Tinn thought anything of it, the only thing he showed was a momentary surprise, a slight widening of his eyes. The seconds in which they looked at each other seemed to stretch, and the space between them seemed to shorten. It felt like, if Gun tilted his head slightly upwards, he could feel Tinn’s breath against his lips. The rain receded, but still echoed its pitter-patter like calm, static noise.

Someone bumped into Gun’s shoulder as they left the restaurant and ran, and just like that, the ticking of seconds resumed.

“Yeah,” Tinn said, just as Gun regained his posture after almost tripping into the curb. His smile was a pretty thing, pleased and shy all at once. “I’ll be there.”

Warmth took over Gun’s chest, and that was all he could take that night.

He nodded and started to sprint into the rain, but stopped when Tinn called for him to wait.

“I’m Tinn, by the way!” he said.

Gun felt really proud of himself.

“I know!” he answered, waved, and turned to run, the song in his earbud resuming, surrounding the night in melody.

***

And this is now: bar Rendezvous, New Year’s Eve. After the exposé about his feelings before the show, his bandmates didn’t exactly call Gun out about Tinn, but they didn’t not say anything. “You haven’t stop shaking your leg in the past half hour, you know that, right?” said Por, and “Do you have stage fright tonight?” asked Pat with a frown, and “If you don’t stop pacing around, I’m going to break your legs,” promised Sound.

Gun isn’t nervous. He isn’t. He can sing perfectly fine, they had rehearsed despite everyone’s schedule; not even Yo cancelled a single time. It’s fine, it’s all fine. A crush — and he will give you that, okay, maybe it is a crush by the way something unfurls in his stomach when he thinks about the way Tinn looked at him — won’t impact his performance. Nothing can possibly beat singing on stage with both his parents in the audience when he was in third grade, and if he survived that, he can survive a beautiful boy in the audience of a warm-lit bar.

But he sees Tinn in the audience as he’s adjusting his mic, and he goes deaf for a second. Just like the night outside the restaurant, even if there is no rain now, the rest of the world is just static. He’s wearing his glasses tonight, and his jacket is a beautiful forest green. Gun is once again thrown back to memories of high school, of their P.E. uniforms, of big crowds and loud laughter during sports events. The smell of chlorine from the school pools, the taste of lemon soda in his mouth.

Gun doesn’t really understand why Tinn brings him back to when he was seventeen, but one thing is certain: every day was so bright and alive when he was seventeen. Maybe Tinn is just like that — a tilt in the axis of his world, a pocket time machine. There is no other time to feel as intensely as one does when they’re seventeen.

He wants to know him. To talk to him. To sing to him.

And then Gun notices the man beside Tinn. The handsome curls of his hair and his cat-like smile.

If his guitar hadn’t been securely strapped around him, he might have dropped it.

“Ready?” Por asks him, and he must have seen something in Gun’s face, because he frowns and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Gun says, without much conviction. He looks at Por, blinks, and says more firmly, “Yeah, of course. Let’s do this.”

Pat times the one-two-three with his drumsticks, and the rest is as easy as breathing.

Tinn spends the entire time with his eyes on him. Good-Hair talks to him a couple of times, but mostly he smiles at the band too, moving his head to the rhythm. It’s still a couple of hours until the countdown, and Gun sings with abandon. They take a few requests from the patrons, and Tinn sings along. When Gun sings his own songs, the light glows pink in Tinn’s glasses and he closes his eyes, Gun’s lyrics falling over him like rain.

About half an hour before midnight, the band takes a short break. For a brief moment, Gun wonders if Sound will walk up to Tinn, but he walks away with Win. The rest of his friends scatter, taking their bathroom break or drinking break or simply doing anything other than walking up to their crush, sitting beside their stool at the bar, and ordering carbonated water.

“You’re incredible,” says Tinn, loud and clear and close to his ear, and Gun tries to convince himself he does not shiver. “I can’t believe I had never heard of you guys before.”

“Do you hang out at bars often?” Gun asks. Tinn’s mouth opens and closes without a word and Gun can’t help laughing at him. “That’s what I thought. What about your...”

Gun lets his sentence hang there when he notices Good-Hair is nowhere to be seen. Tinn glances behind him in slight confusion, before it dawns on him. His thought processes are so transparent, Gun wants to scream at him to stop being cute.

“Tiw’s enjoying it greatly. He seems to have a particular interest in your keyboardist.”

Gun blinks at Tinn. Tinn points at somewhere over Gun’s shoulder, and it takes him a moment before he sees them — Por holding a water bottle and talking animatedly to Good-Hair, the latter bending slightly to Por’s height, listening attentively. It’s only when he hears Tinn giggle that he notices his jaw had dropped.

“Por’s super shy, I don’t think he’s taken so quickly to someone before,” Gun says, sipping his drink.

“Tiw is very good with people. It was always difficult to study with him; the entire grade came to ask him to tutor them. There were so many people at one point that he had to use the gym once.”

Gun laughs, looks at Tinn as he rests his elbow on the bar counter and rests his chin on his palm. Gun rests his arms on the counter as well, sustaining Tinn’s gaze.

“What about you?” Tinn asks.

“What about me?” Gun shoots back.

“Do you come here often?”

Gun’s both surprised and delighted, another laughter bubbling out of him.

“Was that a pick up line?” he asks, brows furrowed but an unstoppable grin on his lips.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Tinn says, and the pink on his cheeks doesn’t seem to come from the lighting. “Do you want it to be?”

Gun shakes his head and the drink in his glass.

“You’re ridiculous. This is why your dates don’t work out, you know?”

And he didn’t mean to mention it, he really didn’t, but now it’s out and he’s looking at Tinn, and Tinn is looking away. Gun could take it back. He could make an excuse and walk away, but the distant look in Tinn’s eyes isn’t scary. He seems to think about something before he looks at Gun again, and there it is. The look Gun hasn’t been able to stop thinking about.

Tinn looks at him like he’s the only person in the room, and the one who shines the brightest.

“The first date was something my mother asked of me, and as pleasant as it was at first, it would never work out because the girl already had a girlfriend. Do you know why I kept coming back, Gun?”

Gun couldn’t answer, his whole being taken by anticipation.

Tinn leans in, head tilted slightly to the side. Gun finds that he likes having to look up to look at Tinn, unlike all the other times at the restaurant when Tinn looked up at him.

“It was for you. I wanted to see you.”

It stirs something inside of Gun. Maybe he’s blushing, maybe he’s blinking, but he can’t look straight at Tinn anymore. He licks his lips, bites them, finishes his drink, and then his friends are calling him, waving him back to the stage. Gun gives them a thumbs up, before he turns to Tinn again.

Tinn’s smiling. Pretty and friendly and inviting in baby blue.

“See you next year, Tinn,” Gun says, flashing him a grin. Tinn’s eyes become crescent moons when his smile widens.

Gun’s the one who does the countdown. And when he shouts, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”, he and Tinn can’t look away from each other.

***

“I don’t want to go,” Tinn whines, dragging every word, clinging to Gun’s middle. Gun pats Tinn’s clasped hands on his stomach and Tinn’s cheek as he hooks his chin over Gun’s shoulder.

“Tinn, it’s fine if you can’t go tonight,” Gun says, and Tinn drags him along with his ridiculous movements as he sways from one side to the other.

“I want to be there,” he says. “It’s our anniversary. I’ll ditch my shift if I have to.”

“You’re doing no such thing,” Gun says, making eye contact with Tinn through the mirror. Tinn tries to hide his face in Gun’s neck, but Gun sighs and turns around in his arms to face him.

“Tinn,” he says, but Tinn interrupts him.

“We’ve been apart for too long. I can’t remember the last time I heard you sing that wasn’t through my earbuds.”

“Last night, in the shower?” Gun asks, cocking an eyebrow. Tinn frowns, as it is a matter of great importance.

“Doesn’t count, you weren’t even on key. Gun,” he continues his whining before Gun can hit him for that comment.

“Tinn. We can always plan something for Valentine’s Day, if you want,” Gun says, hands resting on Tinn’s neck.

“But it’s our anniversary,” Tinn says, and he’s honest to God pouting, Gun is dating the world’s most overgrown fifteen-year-old. “I was looking forward to it.”

His antics are playful but his eyes are always honest. He’s so sad, and Gun is once again faced with the fact that Tinn likes him so damn much. He wants to kiss him, give in and spend the entire day inside the house with him, doing everything and nothing.

But his mom has raised him better than that and he will not give in to his boyfriend’s clingy impulses.

That doesn’t mean he can’t try and make him feel better.

“Today isn’t our anniversary,” Gun says, and Tinn’s frown deepens somehow.

“Yes, it is.”

Gun pretends to try and remember, eyes glancing up.

“I gave you the napkin back in... October? The 20th, I believe.”

Tinn’s whole face changes, lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“You’re counting our anniversary as the day we met?”

Gun rises on his tiptoes, pecks Tinn on his silly, pretty lips.

“It can be if we want to,” he says, thumbs brushing against Tinn’s flushed cheeks. “Or it can be the day you heard me sing for the first time. We can celebrate anytime we want. We can celebrate whenever you get home, no matter how late it gets, and then in the morning again.” He backs away from Tinn’s space as an idea hits him. “Oh, do you want to have a brunch date? At the new place that just opened.”

Tinn doesn’t answer. He pulls Gun against him, arms around his middle, nose nestling in the space between Gun’s neck and shoulder which he claimed for himself.

“I do. I want to have all the dates with you,” he says, just to make Gun tremble again, like a teenager in love for the first time. (It is his first, and it as wonderful as the songs say.) “I don’t want to leave you at all. Let’s ditch work today.”

Gun is already dressed though. And the sun that filters through the window is warm, and the birds are chirping, and although Gun loves to be in Tinn’s arms, he does want to go through his day, see all the vivid colors of the last day of the year where he had Tinn and Tinn had him. A winter day that was like a summer day.

Gun whispers, “See you next year, doctor Tinnaphob,” kisses Tinn’s temple, and then backs away and runs before Tinn can react.

He giggles throughout his day, because he’s lovesick and disgusting and annoying and a nuisance like all his friends say he is.

Sound, in his most benevolent, shakes his head at him almost fondly during practice. Gun can only hope that it means Tinn’s oldest friend approves of him for a long time.

Ten minutes before countdown that night, the door to the Rendezvous opens and Tinn walks in, panting and beaming and beautiful. He’s forgotten his glasses again, like an idiot.

Gun kisses him while everyone shouts, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” A long kiss, lips parting and coming together again and again. Kissing had never been as good as when Tinn kissed him for the first time, under a lamppost on a sweet night in January. Gun keeps track of that anniversary, too, and of so many other memories, until he has so many firsts to keep track of that it all blurs together as a life shared with Tinn.

He kisses Tinn until he gets tired of it and then some more, until his friends start playing the first song of the year on stage, and their kiss breaks with a soft pop. Gun grins, the happiest he is on the first day of the year, backs away from Tinn, the person who gives meaning to all of his songs, tall and giddy and in love with him, and then, Gun sings.

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Red Queen Fanfiction Awards Nominations: Best Marecal

how to flirt (without really trying) by neverthecanonotp @king-maven-calore

94,000 Words | Explicit

Mare Barrow wanted to do something nice to save her failing relationship. Might as well have shot it in the face. Or: Cal was tired of girls trying to seduce him… until he met Mare.

Of the Haunted and Holy by Lily_Harvord @lilyharvord

14, 559 Words (incomplete) | Explict

Hidden in plain sight, the creatures of myth and legend live in all corners of the world alongside humans. Vampires, ancient and older than most of the ruins long forgotten, rule with an iron fist at the crown of the great Council. Headed by the oldest family of vampires, it has maintained order for over 550 years. But a storm is brewing, whispers of usurpation float from the shadows. When a powerful member of the council is murdered and other creatures begin falling, a mystery opens. Dark, old magic, dormant for years rises through the cracks of the earth and threatens the fragile balance between species. Peace sits on the shattering point, the scales tipping toward chaos, as someone puts their finger on the scale. Defining Council doctrine, a witch and a vampire hunt the killer from the haunting shadows together. While they hunt the greatest threat the council has seen, they hide burning desire and need from each other—and those that would see them fall from grace—making them a threat to the Council’s fragile foundation as well…………..

Eat Your Young by Lily_Harvord

4,331 | Mature

I was tasked with writing the Mud Scene from Kings Cage, and I have returned from my hiatus to deliver it to you all. So, here, have my two favorite losers in a mud pit in the middle of the woods.

on the way to the wedding by foreveranidiot

3,111 Words | Mature

Mare's about to get married, it should be the happiest day of her life. But the car's broken down, been hijacked by her fiancé's brother, and apparently the weather forecast did not predict the storm that's arrived. This wedding will go without a hitch, they promised.

cardigan by beforeilearnedcivility @lucy-the-cat

2,752 Words | Teen & Up

He’d stared after her, lips parted, something in him rattling with words unspoken. How he wasn’t like the rest of his family, blind to all which lived outside their bubble. How he knew the roads were due for repair, and had asked about it several times. Father had only shaken his head. It’s none of our concern. Better skateboard. What was he thinking? His eyes trailed to the path she’d taken, a speck fading in the distance. Would she appreciate it, if he bought her one? Perhaps not. But it would be something he could do. A small act of kindness in a world intent on squashing it. _ The august-betty love triangle but make it Red Queen

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Hi! I really love your writing! It brings me so much comfort and warmth, you truly have a skill with one shots/fanfictions!

If you're taking requests could you do a platonic Weems x Student!reader with social anxiety who came back to Nevermore from Jericho after being picked on by some of the Jericho High students. Thanks so much and I hope you well for the holidays (if you celebrate them) and the New Years!

Welcome to Your Nevermore Family

Larissa Weems x student!reader

“Good afternoon, y/n.” Principal Weems took a seat by you on the edge of the water foundation in the quad. Her long legs stretched out in front of her as she was a little too tall to be sitting there.

“Good afternoon, Principal Weems.” You force a smile and look up at her, setting your phone to the side.

“I see that you have yet to pick a extracurricular. Is everything okay?” Principal Weems folded her hands into her lap.

You didn’t know what to tell her. After your horrible experience in Jericho as a student, you weren’t sure where you would be accepted. At this point you weren’t sure if these Nevermore kids would be any different. You were nervous any time one of your peers looked at you, thinking they may replicate the same experience as Jericho students.

“I know that your experience in Jericho was…. less than adequate.” Ever the diplomat, Larissa chose her wording carefully, “Here at Nevermore, we live by a different philosophy. We aim to create an environment where everyone can feel accepted.”

“I just- I just don’t know what they are thinking. They probably all hate me and think I’m-”

“While I certainly don’t believe anyone hates you, I can understand what you mean when you worry what other people are thinking.” Principal Weems tone was gentle, but her tone told you that she telling the truth with every word, “I’m sorry your past experiences make you feel like an outcast here.”

“I don’t know where to start. I don’t want to join a club where a bunch of people already know each other. I’ll just be an outcast in a club of outcasts…” You shook your head. You were determined to protect yourself from your peers.

“How do you feel about bugs, Mx. L/n?”

“Alright, I suppose.”

———

You and Principal Weems began walking towards the woods that surrounds campus. You were nervous to see what club she was taking you to visit, “Prinicpal Weems, I’m not too sure about this.”

“Rest assured, Mx. L/n. This is the smallest club on campus, consisting of two and a half members.”

“A half?”

“One of the members brings a friend with her. He is a disembodied hand. It’s hard to explain, but we try to keep an open mind here at Nevermore.” Weems shared this fact like she was sharing the current weather forecast. You narrowed your eyebrows, thinking of how you had never heard of anything that cool at Jericho.

“The president himself is a bit of a… path blazer. He is very much himself and doesn’t seem to mind being different in a school of outcasts.” Principal Weems continued to explain. You nod and allow silence to fulfill the remainder of your journey.

Principal Weems knocked on the door of a small shed and moments later a young man wearing a beekeeping suit appeared at the door, “Mr. Ottinger, this is y/n. They are new to Nevermore and looking for a small club to join. I suggested to them the Nevermore Hummers.”

The boy’s face lit up and he held out a gloved hand to you, “Eugene Ottinger. President of the Hummers. Pleasure to meet you, y/n. Are you willing to feel the sting?”

You smile at Eugene, enjoying the glimpse of personality you have seen so far, then you glance back up to Principal Weems. She is already looking at you with a smile, “Welcome to your Nevermore family.”

[first-edition]

Breaking Seasons

Spencer reid x reader fanfiction

Updates every Tuesday and Thursday

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Chapter 8

Summary- When y/n takes her sick friends criminology class to take notes in the winter, she meets the guest speaker, BAU-FBI agent Spencer reid.  After getting to know more about each other due to a college school related case, that ends up involving y/n herself, they naught just have each to keep warm.

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                              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Did she suffer?" You ask him as he stays hugging you. 

"Y/n." He sighs hating that you have to know.

"Did she suffer!" You demand to know.

"No. I promise you" he says tightening his grip around you. The answer was yes. Mave did suffer the unsub had broken in and sexually harassed her before shooting her. But how can he tell you that, the person he cares about. How can he tell you the pain your best friend went through. 

"Y/n..look at me." She says placing his hands on your cheeks as you loook up at him.

"Mave didn't suffer and she wouldn't want you to be morning over her. I saw the way you too were with each other the other day." He says. You nod and pucker your lips he gives a short chuckle and pecks your lips. 

"And now over to Jennifer with the forecast." The tv plays out as you didn't turn it off. You turn it off to see the results.

"Roads are still slipper today here and snow is falling but absolutely driveable make sure to have those chains on wipers going and sharp awareness." The weather lady says. 

You're chimes as she finishes an email for school still letting everyone know that school is still out. Spencers phone dings as well. As he looks at it. 

"I gotta go. Im gonna take a shower before I leave." He says kissing your cheek before walking into the other room for a few minutes before coming back out dressed in a faded stripped dress shirt, plain blue tie and navy pants, and red converse. His sleeves are rolled up showing his toned fore arms and fixed up hair. He has his bag slung around his shoulder. 

"Do you have chains in your car." You ask he nods. Moving closer to you as you stand by the door. 

"Good." You say his hand meets your waist. 

"What time tonight are you free?" He asks

"After 7" you say looking up at him. As he nods He leans into you to kiss you but you put your hand over his mouth. 

"Go. Your team needs you." You say he huffs pulling you into him making sure he kisses you before he goes making it a point to squeeze your waist. Making you giggle under him. 

You both pull away. Your ruffle his hair and give him his jacket and heads out of your home. The door closes behind him and you sigh reviewing everything you two did while he was here. 

———-

Spencer walks into the conference room of the police station see everyone sitting or standing. 

"Good morning..." Morgan says leaning against the table. Jj chuckles into her coffee mug.  Spencers boy brandish messy hair untucked shirt and loose collar show out to the entire team.

"you were with y/n all night?" Emily asks 

"Yeah her best friend died i wanted to make sure she was okay." Spencer replies.

"Did you comfort her at all.." Morgan raises his eye brows.

Spencer rolls his eyes pushing his hair back with his fingers. 

"My man." Morgan says patting his back as he sits down causing spencer to slinky in slight pain. He frowns in confusing. The meeting starts and the going over the unsubs pattern and motive.

During the break spencer runs to the bathroom and locks the door after making sure no one else is in. He take off his tie and un buttons his shirt turning around looking at the scratch marks from you from the last nights activities. He chuckles shaking his head. Speak of the devil you text asking about a date night idea.

He hates texting so he calls you fixing himself back up. 

"Yes sir?" You joke

"So was the point to scratch up my back?" He asks

"What?! Oh shit im sorry" you say he chuckles shaking his head walking out of the bathroom. 

"It's okay at least i know i marked you back." He says litttle to know your in the mirror after a shower looking at your hickey converted body. 

"Yeah you can say that." You say rolling your eyes

"You gonna be okay by yourself?" He asks 

"Y-yeah im just gonna work on my paper." You says he nods seeing his team smiling at him knowing exactly who he's talking to.

"How's work i know you've just got there an hour ago." You say 

"Well they wont leave me alone that for sure." He says 

"Have you told them?" You giggle.

"Not yet they just know i stayed over." He says.

"Being sneaky are we Dr Reid?"  You say seductively. 

Spencer huffs closing his eyes and shaking his head the feeling of your body on his hands hitting him.

"I..." 

"Mm what's wrong lost your words?" You ask. 

"Reid-" hotch interrupts. 

"YES!" He turns around a bit flushed see hotch who is straight faced as ever. 

"Sorry love gotta go" he says and hangs up leaving you to think of the nick name. 

"There's another body" hotch says. Spencer nods and the team get ready to head back to the location.

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25 for the kisses prompt: Enjonine or Neville/Ariadne?

A/N: 25 is "Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain."

This is set in a modern day verse I am trying to flesh out. 21st century Manila again

As Sober As Black Coffee

2012

It's only when Enjolras realizes that the place has gone rather quiet that he looks up from his the policy brief he is typing. "Did anyone see Eponine go?" he asks, glancing around the cafe where he and some friends have holed up in to get out of rush hour traffic.

Courfeyrac and Marius exchange looks. "She said she had to head out, and didn't want to disturb you---" Marius begins.

Enjolras shakes his head and grabs his jacket, even as he is cursing under his breath. One look outside at the rapidly darkening street is enough to tell him that the rain is coming in, that it will be the type that comes down too hard for anyone to drive safely, and that it will arrive too fast for Eponine to make it to the jeepney stop. 'Though you won't do much good since you don't have a car anyway to bring her to her place,' he chides himself as he quickens his steps against the crisp smell of the first raindrops.

Of course his good sense is saying that he does not have to do this; Eponine would certainly get home fine in a storm. 'But the thing is you know you want to,' he thinks as he now runs faster. It's the least he could do for the one person he has a certain understanding with.

That is, if 'understanding' is the best way to describe their situation.

He catches sight of her not even a block away, already pulling her jacket around herself. "Did you bring an umbrella?'" he calls to her.

Eponine turns swiftly at the sound of his voice. "No, but did you?"

"Actually no, but maybe I can help you get a ride like a cab---" Enjolras begins before that dreaded pitter patter of rain turns into a mighty roar that has them both scurrying for the meager space under the eaves of an old building. He gets there first, owing to being long-legged, and pulls her in with him.

Eponine splutters as she pulls her now soaked hair out of her eyes. "Is there even a storm coming in?" she asks, blinking up at him.

"I'm not sure," Enjolras replies as he fishes out his phone to check for the latest weather forecast. He raises an eyebrow when the widget shows that there is no typhoon or storm coming their way, but just a lot of rain. "Then again, it's already August. It always rains in August."

"Not quite this bad, when there's no storm. You remember there was a time we could play in the rain?" Eponine points out.

"Not here in Manila. Combeferre and Joly say nothing good can come from playing in acid rain."

"It doesn't stop kids from playing outside, you've seen that yourself."

Enjolras sighs as he pockets his phone and tries to wring out his own clothes, even as Eponine is also trying to get herself dry with tissue or whatever else she has in her purse. A look back at the street has him shaking his head; the downpour and the haze are so bad that he can hardly see their path back to the cafe, much less to the jeepney stop and the highway Eponine was headed to. "We'll be here a while," he says blasely.

"Maybe an hour or so. How bad can it be?" Eponine says with a shrug.

"Long enough to get wind chill."

"You're starting to sound like Joly. Don't even think of taking off your jacket for me, Miguel."

Enjolras raises an eyebrow at the use of his given name. "You're cold. You're starting to shiver," he says, seeing how Eponine is trying to pull her own clothes around herself.

"Your clothes are wet too, so there's not much good you can do for me with your stuff," Eponine points out as she sticks her hands in her pockets. "There's other ways to get warm."

"I've read this in a bad fanfiction before, and I know you're going to suggest sharing body heat."

"I've read those too, and I was going to ask the guards in this building if they have hot water or something."

Enjolras glances over his shoulder to see if there is a friendly face they could approach, but it seems now that of all the buildings they could have found on this street, they had to find the one abandoned one with not even a caretaker or watchman in sight. The doors and windows here are boarded up, and hold nothing but dust and perhaps specters beyond. "We need another idea," he quips as he steps closer to her, partly to keep them both out of the now driving wind. "One that may have to involve just the two of us, and a lot less water."

"I could use a coffee right now," Eponine sighs.

"You just had one before leaving," he reminds her. At this point he could definitely smell the coffee on her breath. She's the only other person in their ragtag group who has no qualms drinking the stuff straight up, without any fancy sugar or creamer to deaden it. For some reason now, he can even taste it, mingled with a strange fresh coolness from the rain. He pulls her close as she kisses him back, clearly not caring that perhaps someone passing by could see them. And indeed through the rain he can hear what sounds like whoops and catcalls, but he couldn't care less not when he's got her somehow safe like this.

Eponine pulls her lips away first but she doesn't drop her hands from where they've gotten tangled in his sodden curls. "Don't look now, but I think I hear Courfeyrac laughing somewhere," she whispers.

"Well at least they came out to look for us--and not a moment sooner," Enjolras mutters before pulling away just so he can look at where Courfeyrac and Marius have somehow enlisted a local patrolman's tricycle to bring them to this spot. "Well thanks for the ride, friends," he deadpans.

"If you guys want a ride to the nearest motel, the police would be happy for the detour!" Courfeyrac calls. He nudges Marius, who looks like he wants to sink into the floor. "I definitely called it when he left his own apartment keys right on the cafe table!"

"Courfeyrac!!"

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Know better ask game

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

thank you for tagging me @demondean-writes

Currently reading: It's a bit embarrassing, but I can't remember the last time I read a real book... I read lots of fics, but I can't seem to find the time to read anything else. But I do listen to audio books, and right now I'm listening to J R Ward's amazing vampire series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood. At the moment I'm listening to 'The savior'.

Last song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7-GTShjcqY

Last movie: Red. I was sick, having a bad day, and needed to see something that didn't take too much out of me. It's rather sweet and quite funny.

Last series: Book of Boba Fett, and then I'm still trying to get through The Clone Wars, but I'm starting to think that's a goal I'll never reach.

Coffee or tea: Coffee, always coffee! Preferably as black and toxic as the dark side. It's my required poison, without it I turn into a real monster.

Three ships: My favourite ship is ObiKin, very closely followed by ObiAniDala. For the third ship... it's actually hard to choose as there are so, so many to choose from and I'm not picky, so I'll leave it open.

First ever ship: Prideshipping— the ship between Atem and Seto. Yeah I started reading fanfiction in a completely different place than where I ended up.

Currently working on: Hunt me for a year (my long, monthly, ghost, love, poem and weather forecast fic, hehe it's such a weird and wonderful combination), and my one year celebration fic (which still doesn't have a name).

Favorite piece of clothing: A thick wool sweater.

Comfort food: Chocolate, I cannot resist it, not in any form. I am powerless against its allure.

Favorite time of year: Summer, especially summer nights when it's twilight all night. I love the smells, the sounds, the warmth, the light, the fact that it's both night and day. It's just magical.

Fav fanfiction: An impossible question, there are so many wonderful amazing fic out there and I can't and won't choose. Ask me for a list of the top ten and I can try, but it will be a very difficult task.

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[blu-joons]

100 WRITINGS IN 100 HOURS

As I continue to near 10,000 followers, I have decided to give myself a huge challenge to celebrate, and hopefully do something that you can all enjoy too! 

Under the cut are 100 prompts to write into 500 word drabbles! When I reach 10,000 followers, I plan on doing 100 pieces of writing in 100 hours! It’s going to be tough, intense, but I really want to challenge myself and do something huge to say thank you! 

If you’d like to request one of the prompts, please send 1 prompt, and the idol you want it written for to my ask box! I will be doing each prompt once, so keep an eye on the list to see updated details! As always, if you have a specific storyline in mind, then do attach that too!

Saying ‘I love you,’ just doesn’t feel like enough - JEON JUNGKOOK

I swear I talk to a brick wall sometimes - LEE TAEMIN

You’re wearing my shirt? - YUTA

I’ll dedicate my win to you - JEON JUNGKOOK

If you want aegyo, all you have to do is ask - KIM NAMJOON

I’ll give you ten seconds to run - VERNON

I thought you said this was supposed to be a holiday - SEO CHANGBIN

Look at you! You’re perfect - JUNG HOSEOK

I’ll save a hoodie just for you - TAEYONG

You’ll be surprised how handy a light stick can be - KIM TAEHYUNG

I wonder sometimes how you’ve managed to get here - KIM JUNMYEON

Don’t move, please - HWANG HYUNJIN

Can’t you just wait five more minutes? - KIM TAEHYUNG

I can’t make it, I’m sorry - MARK TUAN

So this is what responsibility feels like - KIM YUGYEOM

The weather forecast didn’t say it was supposed to rain - DK

If something’s on your mind, tell me - KIM NAMJOON

Your hands are so cold, why? - PARK JISUNG

If only your fans could see you now - MIN YOONGI

Trust in me, and I’ll make you happy - IM CHANGKYUN

I thought you said you’d brush my hair - KIM NAMJOON

Don’t worry about a thing - KIM NAMJOON

I asked you to sing for me, not scream for me - JACKSON WANG

Sorry, I didn’t realise you were trying to be funny - LEE DONGHAE

I never imagined I’d be able to make this work - JAY PARK

This isn’t the life you promised - CHOI MINHO

You. You’re my reason - LEE MINHO

Stop making my heart skip so many beats - JOHNNY SEO

What’s life without love? - LEETEUK

Can you go five minutes without mentioning their name? - PARK JIMIN

I always thought you’d make a great dad - JEON JUNGKOOK

The sun is always shining with you - KIM TAEHYUNG

So, will you marry me? - PARK JIMIN

I thought you said you’d leave that behind for me - KIM SEOKJIN

Oh, bite me! - CHOI YEONJUN

There’s no way I’d do this without you - KANG YOUNGHYUN

I told you that I’d protect you - PARK JINYOUNG

No, I’ll drive you to work - LEE JOOHEON

My whole life is one big comedy - PARK JINYOUNG

I thought date night was for two? - KIM SEOKJIN

Share the story and you’re dead - MIN YOONGI

This is my family now - KIM SEOKJIN

I can show you the door if it’ll help…? - PARK JIMIN

You fill my heart with happiness - JEONG YUNHO

You think he’s better looking than me? - MARK TUAN

Love is a funny thing, don’t you think - KIM SEOKJIN

I can feel you staring at me - MIN YOONGI

My shoulder is free - KIM KIBUM

Are you even wearing makeup right now? - YOO KIHYUN

How do you plan on explaining this? - HENDERY

This isn’t the road trip that I had in mind… - LEE FELIX

Have you ever even read a fanfiction? - KIM TAEHYUNG

Who said that? - LEE TAEMIN

If I wanted to dye my hair, I’d go to a stylist? - LEE MINHYUK

Are you the star? Or am I? - PARK JINYOUNG

You did all of this for me? - SON HYUNWOO

I prefer the night, because you’re the only thing that lights up then - LUCAS

The colour of your cheeks is perfect for my bedroom walls - BANG CHAN

I wasn’t calling to speak to you - KIM NAMJOON

How did you manage to get it so wrong? - WONHO

Y/N, you’re shaking… - KIM NAMJOON

Fly to America… - JACKSON WANG

I’d love to slap you in the face - YOON JEONGHAN

You’ve got guilt written all over your face - KIM NAMJOON

Do you even know what love is? - MIN YOONGI

I get to do what thousands wish they could do - PARK SEONGHWA

And you call yourself an idol? - OH SEHUN

Well, I wouldn’t say no... - IM CHANGKYUN

I’ve been without you for far too long - MARK TUAN

They say that dreams are real - PARK CHANYEOL

I never knew love, until I met you - SON HYUNWOO

How do you manage to make me laugh and cry? - LEE MINHO

Which do you think is more beautiful? - THE8

Anyone would think you were a songwriter? - CHOI YOUNGJAE

Get up them stairs - BYUN BAEKHYUN

I can’t look at you - KANG YUCHAN

All I’ve ever wanted to do is make you happy - LEETEUK

I never imagined things would get this bad - LEE JIHOON

It’s cold outside, don’t forget that - MIN YOONGI

You stink of jealousy right about now - PARK JIMIN

What would you do without me? - PARK JISUNG

Just call my name, and I’ll be there - JAY PARK

What did you just say? - BEOMGYU

I asked you for space… - IM JAEBUM

I have to admit, you weren’t my first bias - LEE TAEMIN

Clown me one more time, I dare you - CHAE HYUNGWON

I can’t believe this is finally happening - EUNHYUK

I’ll stick that hotdog somewhere else if you’re not careful - JEON JUNGKOOK

You’re lucky your face is so handsome - BANG CHAN

Babe, I can’t reach, help… - VERNON

Do you reckon if I close my eyes now, I won’t have to go? - QIAN KUN

Travel the world with me, that’s all I ask - HAN JISUNG

Do you think fate truly exists? - JUNG HOSEOK

I only have to take one look at you - JOSHUA HONG

Damn, pretty girl - PARK JIMIN

I never want to leave this place - LEE HOSEOK

If you’re going to snore, sleep in the garden - CHO KYUHYUN

Thank the lord for smoke alarms - TEN

My footprints are bigger than yours - PARK JISUNG

I can’t help the fact that I’m in love with you - IM JAEBUM

[sebbybooks]

Never Mine

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Part One

"With my dog as my witness, to whoever was riding my ass if they didn't back off my bumper I was going to stop in the middle of the road and rip their windshield wipers completely off!"

That type of anger coiled around me like a snake, because there was nothing that bugged me more than someone driving bumper to bumper. The long and exasperated breath I just released helped ease the tension out of my body temporarily. Just in time for reason to settle in. Though in reality it wasn't like I was actually going to jump out of my car and confront this road demon. Who clearly needed to take a course on etiquettes of the road. What I did know was that whoever was behind the wheel of the car had headlights that were so blinding I am sure extraterrestrials in space could spot them.

Trying to find the calm in the situation I focused on the road ahead of me. What little road I could see for that matter. Which wasn't exactly much. I had checked the forecast earlier in the day with the report of it showing that there was to be only clear and blue skies. By the amount of downpour before me you would think there was a tear in the sky if that was how rain fell. I just needed to hang tight for a few more miles until I reached my exit to stop for the night.

I had been driving for nine consecutive hours and it wasn't until the third hour I realized I was not cut out for long distance driving. The plane ticket I turned down from my father was starting to look like a missed opportunity. I opted out for Cooper's sake. I just rescued the little guy a few short weeks ago and I didn't have the heart to leave him alone so soon.

Despite having only six more hours of this painful drive I needed out of my car. A hot shower and a bed was calling my name like a siren's call was to a dazed sailor at sea. I was fervidly drawn to it. Granted, I wasn't exactly going the speed limit in my own defense. Simply because I chose to be a cautious driver not a careless one unlike the dip shit behind me. Cooper and I were going to get to Sonoma, California in one piece if I had anything to do with it! I had no intention to speed in the rain even if it annoyed the person behind me. After all I was driving down a one lane road there was literally nothing else I could do but drive forward.

Taking a glance up at my trusty Garmin my gps projected that at this rate I wouldn't make it to my hotel for another hour and a half. Ahead of me the sky was starting to look like a terrifying shade of gray and to top it off the dismal weather was becoming more and more hard to drive in. I could barely see the paint on the pavement. My defrosters seemed to have given up on me as I began to notice that my rearview mirror fogged up as though it was twilight hour.

I needed to pull over to try to wait out the heavy rainfall. The only problem was that I did not know where I was nor could I see where the road even had an end. The cheap gas station coffee was starting to wear off and the pep talks could no longer motivate me. The words of encouragement quickly transitioned into self deprecating quips of "I can not fucking do this!"

I was too far from home to turn back now and hearing a lecture from my dad despite being well beyond the ages of even receiving one, certainly would not stop him from scolding at my absence. I am more than certain that fiancée number three would not mind if I missed their prenuptial celebration. Especially if arriving on time meant I would be showing up dismembered. It was official I was going to die in this storm.

All of sudden like I called upon a bad omen my tiny Kia Forte jerked forward. I thought I accidentally stomped on the gas pedal too hard without realizing it. When it happened again I knew exactly what it was. Clearly the driver had mistaken this for a game of bumper cars. I laid the palm of my hand on the center of my steering wheel and relentlessly pressed my horn. Not sure what that was going to necessarily ward off , but I had to try something in the efforts that they would leave me alone.

Cooper's head shot up from his bed in the backseat. He looked just as displeased and annoyed as I felt. Why wouldn't they slow down? Is the question I could not figure out. I don't know if it was all the Stephen King that I read, but my paranoia was increasing as I started to settle on the possibility that they were now following me.

Maybe I was tired?

Maybe my imagination truly was getting the best of me?

Or maybe whoever that person was also suddenly decided to take the same random exit as I was taking.

I didn't think. I veered my car off to the right and got on the first breakaway from this seemingly endless road. I had no idea where I was headed at this point and neither did my Garmin. It made multiple attempts to reroute itself, but even that could not locate where I was. I took an unexpected detour by driving off into the middle of nowhere with a now stalker in my midsts.

Adrenaline now filling up my bloodstream. I gave my steering wheel the death grip and drove as fast as the tire tracks of my car would guide me. On a midsize billboard to my left I saw a logo for a gas station and a non franchised bed & breakfast saying it was right up the road. I was taking a chance by trusting that the establishment was clean and safe. I just needed to go where a crowd of people would be. The battery on my phone was likely dead and yes this was now becoming the opening sequence for a King novel. I'd laugh if my heart wasn't fluttering as fast a hummingbird's wing.

I managed to make out lights ahead as I neared the petrol station first. However, it just about looked abandoned. The dim white lights flickered around the desolate parking lot. I saw only two freight trucks parked side by side and I immediately thought

. . .hell no.

I kept driving forward in the hopes that the bed and breakfast sign wasn't last updated in the early nineties. I nearly combusted from relief when I finally saw it. Several cars and mini vans lined up with people inside of them probably doing the same thing that I was. I didn't plan on staying the night I just planned on staying long enough to hide out from the rain and from the trouble that still followed my trails.

Luckily there were free parking spaces close to the entrance. It was still hard to make out what the place truly looked like. From my view in the car the rain made it look like it was a melting oil painting. In a swift motion I put my car in park, turned my ignition off, reached in the back to grab Cooper and grabbed ahold of my purse in the other arm. I bolted out of my car for the door.

It felt as though I was running through a hurricane. I was completely drenched. I could barely keep my eyes from closing as I ran up the slippery steps in my worn Toms praying that I wouldn't eat concrete. There was an awning over the door that offered relief from the storm's cruel embrace . Looking down at the fuzzy brown welcome mat I noticed a quote was scribbled out on it.

"some beautiful paths

can't be discovered without getting lost."

As I reached for the doorknob I couldn't help but notice the intricate design. I'm aware of how wrong the timing was to fawn over something so utterly mundane. I just could not conceal the fact that I was a sucker for antiques roadshow and architectural designing. Growing up with a dad that built and reconstructed vintage furniture one might pick up on the interest. It was a white privacy doorknob with hand painted roses, with a Victorian long plated silver keyhole. The sound of distant car door slamming snapped me out of my daze. I turned my head in the direction of the sound low and behold it was that same car. Crazy thing is I didn't see anyone by it.

Instinct guided me forward considering my brain was scrambling with worry. I ushered myself inside and it was as though I fell into a pink wonderland. From the pink carpet to the multicolored pink pinstripe wallpaper. Hot pink roses seemed to have been the main theme for the lobby. There were various black and silver picture frames with photos of pink roses hanging on every wall. On every surface my eyes could catch, red and pink plastic roses sat in circular olive green vases. It was certainly....something. I thought I was doing the most logical thing by coming inside, but it quickly dawned on me that I saw no one around.

"Hello?" I cautiously called out.

I paced myself as I walked up to the front desk, simultaneously looking around for any potential red flags. My right arm was going numb, my little guy was tiny but felt like I was lugging around a sack of potatoes. I wandered away from the desk to poke my head around the place. There was a entry way that led to a dinning area with a handful of seats adorned with of course pink table settings. I was standing next to a spiral staircase to what I assumed led to the rooms. There was only one door that held a sign for a bathroom. Perhaps there was a power outlet I could use long enough to charge my phone to call my dad.

The same door I walked in swung open and droplets of rain was blown in by the wind. A shiver rolled down my spine, sending a myriad of sparks that shot through my body. Turning around a strange sensation filled the pits of my stomach. It felt like butterflies and moths had taken up space there. Excitement and fear. I just stood completely mute like I had never seen a man before. Well to my defense I hadn't seen ones that look like him in my town. Without even seeing my reflection I had an inkling as to the state of my appearance. I was utterly perplexed by how he pulled off the kissed by an ocean look. To embarrass myself further of course my dog chose that moment to shake water off of his fur on to me.

"Really Coop?" I tried to hide my disgust, but he got it around the corner of my mouth! The good looking stranger offered a half smile that probably pitied my overall state.

"Is the black Kia parked out yours?" Even his voiced oozed sex appeal. He angled his frame so he could face me. There was about an arm length of distance between us. His eyes practically bore into my face I suppose waiting for me to say something. Must have been the buzzcut, the facial scuff, or the fact that some creep was still parked outside waiting to do who knows what. But my thoughts were not where they should have been.

I blinked and straightened up my posture. "Yeah why?" I finally answered.

It was a causal question, yet it felt completely random like there was something else to it.Neither of us spoke for a few seconds.The silence was so thick it would take a hacksaw to cut through.

"Well I'll be damned! I didn't think I would get to see you until after you got back from your trip in California." A woman most likely in her late sixties came rushing down the stairs for him. She draped her arms around his body clearly taking him by surprise. Her cotton candy colored pink bouffant made up for most of her height. Sebastian returned her embrace. Although it looked extremely awkward considering he stared at me the whole time and I stood there watching.

"Moe's old truck didn't give you too much trouble did it?" She asked.

"No it still got some life left in it." Sebastian's jaw went slack and he looked from her to me once more. Only this time he was looking at me with a cold glare. Realization suddenly crashed into me like a wild horse.

[zombified-queer]

Monotropa uniflora - A Smile For Me Fanfiction

It’s quiet this early in the morning. But Marv’s used to early mornings. Best time for fishing. And the lake’s smothered in fog, a heavy curtain draped around the entire valley and woven between the thick pine trunks. 

It’s a lovely morning for fishing.

Marv opens the cooler, checking the ice. Still cold. There’s only a bit of melting. But if the day keeps as cold as the weather forecast said it would, it might just re-freeze. That goes into the boat, ice rattling. 

The tacklebox next. The hooks jingle, connecting with one another. Hopefully they don’t get too tangled in there. Marv dreads the thought of spending a morning fussing with the lures and hooks in the box.

There’s two small styrofoam cups. One holds a decent amount of thick, black nightcrawlers. He can feel something squirm in the dirt, writhing against the styrofoam. It should be enough for some of the bass in the lake. And the other is full of mealworms, small and quick things that come out of their slumber to crawl through the earth. Those he’ll probably use first. 

And there’s the fishing rod, of course. The string is new and gleams like a spiderweb. He’s got spare string and a pocketknife in case he snags anything. And there’s plenty of hooks and weights in the tacklebox in case he feels like fishing for something new.

It’s the perfect day. Marv gives the boat a shove, the boat bobbing in the water. And then Marv hops in and takes the oars.

Ever since he retired, he’s been able to live every day like this. Just him, the lake, and the fish. It’s relaxing. Almost meditative. Of course there was that brief time in that weird wellness retreat in the mountains, but that’s a faded memory now.

When he’s far enough out that the fog makes it hard to see the shore, he pulls the oars back in. No need for an anchor. Not today. 

He peels the lid off the container of mealworms. One manages to flip itself over the lip of the cup and splashes in the water. Marv shakes his head. No big loss. 

Something thumps against the side of the boat. Something large. Maybe a bass or a catfish. Marv’s eyes widen at the thought.

He baits his hook, keeping his hands steady. Excitement scares the fish. And then he casts. 

The hook splashes in the water, sinking into the dark depths. There’s nothing left to do but wait. 

While he waits, Marv stares out at the shore. He knows there used to be a camp of some kind near the lake, some kind of summer camp. He wonders whatever happened to it. Perhaps it dried up from lack of business or one too many activities got too dangerous as the camp got older.

He wonders if the old flagpole’s still standing and peers through the fog looking for it. Surely there wouldn’t be a flag flying but maybe there’s some old caretaker enjoying being just as alone as Marv is.

Crunch.

He turns his head. Standing on the shore is a figure in a jumpsuit. At first, Marv thinks they don’t have a face. Then he realizes they’re wearing a mask.

Something thumps against the boat, nearly tipping it over. 

And then something tugs on Marv’s hook.

He reminds himself it’s a normal day. And then he begins to reel in his catch. The figure on the shore cocks their head like a dog.

“Fine day for fishing,” Marv calls out. “Got a big one already!”

His catch breaches the surface. Marv only catches sight of four amber-coloured eyes along a scaly body before he cuts the line without thinking. His catch splashes back into the lake, into the dark depths. 

Pollution, he tells himself, already rowing to shore. Someone’s wild pet set loose. 

The figure on the shore is gone. 

Marv doesn’t stick around. He grabs his gear, deciding to leave the mealworms and nightcrawlers behind. And then he runs to his truck without a second thought, tosses his things in the back, and drives far, far away from Lake Jewel.

[knight-ingale]

Chapter 1, Leaving the Sun

A/N: hey, it's Knightingale! This is the first chapter of my Twilight fanfiction I started writing this year. I edited this after I posted on my laptop so hopefully it looks better. 2020 is a mess and I just wanted to write some garbage fanfiction. Let me know what you think of it!

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You looked out the open car window into the wide expanse of Arizona’s cloudless open sky, a backdrop of perfect blue against the tall buildings placed in the desert of your home state. Soon, your new home would be in Forks, Washington, which differed very much from here. The open sky in Phoenix was ever-present, only gracing the dusty ground and perpetually dying lawns a few times each year with rain an average of 33 times. Yes, you had checked. In Forks, the sky was framed by tall trees when you looked up into the shaded clouds that were nearly always hanging in the air. The rain was just as present as the greenery that covered the trees, raining nearly every day. Phoenix was where you had lived with your sister and mother for all your life. Forks is the home of your father, Charlie. You call him “Dad” to his face, of course, but you had fallen into the same habit as your older sister Bella when addressing him to others as “Charlie”.  Last you had been to Forks was three summers ago when you had made your month-long summer visit to his little home in the rainy forests. Bella, your elder sister, who detested Forks, had put up enough of a fight to convince both your parents to let the two of you stay in Phoenix for the summer, bringing Charlie up instead for a mere two weeks in Cali. Now you and your sister were moving to live with him there!

You were much more excited about your leaving compared to your sister. You hadn’t been to Forks since you were 12 years old. You had often enjoyed your trips every summer, living with your dad for a month felt like a fairy tale. The large forests covered in green was like an alien world compared to Phoenix, as if you had stepped through a faery gate and was transported to another dimension. One filled with trees that held up the clouds, a place full of desaturated buildings full of cozy warmth and forgotten smiles.

You’re mother, Renne, broke you out of her daydreams with her voice, 

“Bella,” she sighs to your older sister, “You don’t have to do this.” She glances at you through the rear-view mirror, “Neither of you do.” she looks back to Bella, her main concern, with her sweet, childish eyes. You can see Bella’s face tighten with nervous anxiety in the car doors outside mirror. You knew why she was anxious. As much as you loved her, Renne could be a little… absent-minded sometimes. She wasn’t dumb or dull-minded, quite the opposite, actually. Her mind was always in so many places at once; like a box of little bunny rabbits, hopping energetically from place to place. Unfortunately, this caused her to forget things sometimes. Like having a bag of marbles, but the bottom seam of the bag is ripped and marbles keep spilling out. You can catch them and try to open the pouch and put them in, but you’d still keep dropping marbles. That’s why you and Bella were around, you caught all of the marbles and put them back in the bag before she ran off to a new idea, leaving her little thoughts behind. Bella sighs herself before finally speaking, 

“I want to go.” she lied. Everyone in the car knew that was a blatant lie, but she had said it so often lately, someone who didn’t know her would have believed it. Luckily for you, you had spent the last 15 years with her, you knew your sister and her habits better than she probably did. Your mom looks up to the rear-view again, but you just smile, 

“I’m actually excited to go to Forks, mom!” You playfully glare at Bella as you lean towards her shoulder of the seat, “Besides, I’ll consider this making up for Bells throwing a tantrum and keeping me from Charlie’s place for three years.” Bella scoffs as she rolls her eyes, but she can’t keep the smile off her face, 

“You say that like I’ve forgiven you for pretending to be ‘Bloody Mary’” she jokes. You laugh. You lean back in your seat, letting the relative silence continue, the only hearing the quiet melodies on the radio and the rushing of wind as you neared your first destination, the airport.

When you had reached the airport and gotten your suitcases out of the back. Even between the two of you, there wasn’t much, only a few bags per person. Due to the near-polar-opposites of your parent’s climates, not much of your wardrobe was suitable for Forks’ usual weather forecasts. You and Bella actually had to go out and buy the warmest clothing possible manufactured in Phoenix, which wasn’t much, due to the near insufferable heat of the summer and mild heat that still hung around in the dead of winter months. Once you both had your bags out of the car, Renne turned to you both, looking equal parts loving and anxious.

“Tell Charlie I said ‘hi’” You smile, 

“We will,” You both answer. Your mom grabs one of your and Bella’s hands, 

“I’ll see you soon,” she insists, worry burning in her eyes, “You girls can come home whenever you want- I’ll come right back as soon as you need me!” Bella almost noticeably winces, she knows your mom really loved you both, but she was in love and wanted to spend time with your traveling step-father, Phil.

“Don’t worry about us,” She urges, “It’ll be great. I love you, Mom.” You smile and pull your mom into a hug, entrapping Bella into your cocoon of love with you.

“I love you, Mom.” you murmur into her ear. 

With that, you and Bella set off into the airport’s main building, taking the path familiar to you, one that you had taken with your sister every summer until three years ago.

Going through customs was easy, the only three carry on items being a pair of cheap earbuds, an iPod mini, and a parka. The parka for the predictable forecast of rainy weather, and the iPod to keep yourself entertained during the 4-hour flight. You were delighted when no one was sitting in the third seat in your row, but it was only to be expected. There weren’t many people coming from the blistering heat of Phoenix willingly leaving for the downcast rain puddle that is Forks, Washington.

Once the plane had landed, you and Bella stepped out into the rainy sky of Port Angeles. Charlie, your father was waiting for you both in the police cruiser, like he had every year you visited before. Charlie, being the Chief of Police in town, only drove the cruiser, instead of getting his own car. It made sense to you, why buy another of something you already have that works perfectly? Bella however did not like the idea of being driven around in it. Something Bella had adamantly refused to endure was riding to school in the cop car, “Nothing slows down traffic like a cop,” she complained. Because of this, she was hellbent on buying her own vehicle to drive to school in, regardless of her smaller-than-desired budget.

Charlie welcomed you both as you boarded off of the plane, well, Bella more stumbled. That’s why you had come off first, grabbing her arm to keep her from having a personal encounter with the asphalt landing beneath you. Charlie awkwardly hugged you both.

“It’s good to see you girls,” he says smiling at you both as he pulls away. “You haven’t changed much, Bells. Y/n, you’ve grown taller, kiddo!” he laughs, “How’s Renee?” 

“Mom’s fine, It’s good to see you too, Dad.” Bella answers. Of course, she doesn’t call him Charlie to his face. You smile, 

“Mom says ‘Hi’” Charlie nods and helps you both with your luggage. All of Bella’s things fit into the trunk, as well as most of your own, you only needed to put your biggest case of clothing with you in the back. As soon as you all strap into the cruiser, Charlie makes an announcement,

“I found a good car for the two of you, really cheap.” A car? 

“What kind of car?” Bella asks suspiciously.

“Well, it’s a truck actually, a Chevy.” Oh, a truck. Maybe then it’d be more durable. God knows you’d need it. You didn’t have your license yet, so Bella was the only option to get you to school. If you didn’t want to be brought to school behind the separation grate of a cop car, that is.

“Where did you find it?” Bella asks.

“Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?” La Push was the little Native-American reservation down at the coast if you remembered right. Billy, Billy… You let out a little “oh!” before Bella can respond.

“He was that guy we’d go fishing with, right?” You remembered him faintly. He lived on the reservation with two, no, three kids. You remembered two sisters, twins, and a little boy. Man, you hadn’t thought about them in years! Of course, that couldn’t be helped, since Bella treated Forks liked it was cursed with the plague for years, enough to stop your summerly visits.

“Yup, that’s him,” your dad confirms, “He’s in a wheelchair now, so he can’t drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap.” Bella, ever suspicious of this vehicle, prods further, 

“What year is it?”  You can see Charlie make a slight face at Bella’s question, 

“Well… Billy’s done some work to the engine- it’s only a few years old really,” he tries vainly. 

“When did he buy it?” Bella continues. 

“He bought it in 1984, I think.”

“Did he buy it new?” Charlie sighs at the question, 

“Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties- or late fifties, at the earliest,” he admits. Bella sigh herself, 

“Ch- Dad,” she starts, “Neither Y/N or I know anything about cars! We wouldn’t be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I can’t really afford a mechanic-” she rambles anxiously before Charlie stops her, 

“Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don’t build them like that anymore.” Bella stews in her thoughts for a moment, you break the silence, 

“I mean, if anything, I’m more than happy to get to school in something other than the back of a cop car,” you laugh easily, “I mean, can you imagine, coming to school on the first day in the back of the Chief’s cruiser like a criminal? Talk about a first impression!” Charlie is able to laugh at your light humor with you before Bella asks another question, 

“How cheap is… cheap?” she asks, quieting your laughter quickly. 

“Well, girls, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift.” you can see Charlie peek over at Bella before glancing at you through the rear-view hopefully. Already… wow, was the truck free?

“You didn’t have to do that, Dad, I was going to buy us a car myself,” Bella says. Charlie looks straight ahead at the road before answering, obviously trying to get his emotions out without his usual awkwardness.

“I don’t mind. I want you to be happy here.” His last sentence was obviously more pointed at your sister than you. She had never really hidden her… distaste for Forks. Charlie seemed rather pleased the two of you had willingly decided to come live with him for a more permanent amount of time.

“That’s really nice Dad,” Bella says, looking straight out the front window, just like your dad. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” You smile at the two in front of you, 

“Thanks, Dad!” He makes a gruff sound of affirmation, slightly awkward, but mostly pleased at your positive reaction,

“Well, now, you’re welcome.” You settled against the window and car door and pop your earbuds in their place as you press play on your iPod. You look out through a rain covered window, alternating between watching the terrain run behind you and focusing on the water droplets streaking across the glass, seeing which ones met the bottom first.

Eventually, you made it home. You recognized the curve of the road, seeing a peek of the washed-out color of the white house and dark roof through the brilliant green of the trees. What was the most eye-catching about the scene was the contrasting red truck in the driveway. Bella hopped out of the front with almost excited energy. 

“Wow Dad,” she exclaims slightly louder than her usual, quiet volume, “I love it! Thanks!” You climbed out of the back, pausing your music and stuffing the earbuds into your pocket as you made your way beside your sister. Despite being the complementary color of green, the washed-out fade of the red paint made the truck look perfect in the surrounding environment. It was big and old, but it was sturdy looking, like a little tank. This was definitely one of the trucks that could get in a collision and crush the opposing vehicle like an empty soda can. At least if Bella managed to crash the two of you, you’d probably live!

Charlie calls you both to the back of the truck after accepting your thanks and words of appreciation as best as he could, helping you both unpack your luggage from the cruiser. It only took one trip. Bella carried her luggage upstairs with your dad’s help, and you dragged your own into your room on the main floor of the house. 

Originally, you and Bella had shared the nursery, but around 11 years old, the two of you convinced (or complained, depends on who you ask)  your dad to let you and Bella have separate rooms. Your little room was wedged between the stairs and the living room, the smallest room in the house. It wasn’t bad though. The walls were painted navy blue with old glow in the dark stars stuck all over the popcorn ceiling and tops of the walls. You still had the white garlands of Christmas lights tacked up the to corners of your ceilings, and the lace curtains still hung over the window. Your window faced the back of the house directly into the forest behind. There was enough room for your twin-sized bed and a small desk and bookshelf shoved into one corner, your dresser snug in a corner on one side of your bed, and nightstand on the other. There was an old computer upstairs in Bella’s room, the nursery. Your mom had all but demanded it be there for easy communication. You missed her already.

You didn’t set to really putting your room together, other than putting clothes in drawers and hanging what little you had in the closet. You decided you’d unpack all personal items later, but dug out your backpack. A white canvas backpack with two bottle pockets on the sides and a smaller, extra on the front. You had doodled on it with markers last year, but it hadn’t fallen apart yet so you had been using it this year too. Your now emptied folders and binders took up space in the main pocket; your pencil case and an extra pencil case full of period products housed in the smaller one. Your backpack was set. You decide on what to wear for tomorrow, familiarizing yourself with your new set up in the process. By the time you had busied yourself with the small tasks you could, the sun had fully set behind the cover of clouds.

You made your way upstairs to your sister’s room, peaking your head through the door. Bella had put on her pajamas and was sitting in bed, gazing out into the night. In the low light of the lamp she had on, you could see she wasn’t feeling great about tomorrow.

“Hey Bells,” you call softly. She looks over to you, not bothering to change her expression. She already learned she couldn’t hide how she felt around you, so she stopped trying quite a while ago. “Not excited for tomorrow, huh?” You slide into the room fully, gently closing the door behind you. She sighs as you set down across from her.

“Not really.” She admits. “Forks Highs-school only has three hundred and fifty-seven students,”

“Now fifty-eight,” you interject. She nods and closes her eyes, 

“Exactly. Everyone around here has grown up together- their grandparents were toddlers together! We’re the new girls from the big city-”

“A curiosity,” you agree tiredly, 

“A freak,” she grumbles pessimistically. “I mean, we don’t look how girls from Phoenix should, I know I don’t. I should be tan, sporty, blonde- a volleyball player, or a cheerleader, perhaps- everything people think about when they think of living in the valley of the sun!”

“You know neither of us should ever be let in a quarter-mile vicinity of a volleyball, first of all-” you joke, “and second, I don’t think being sporty or tan would really help anyway. If Phoenix is the ‘valley of the sun’, then Forks in “the valley of rain clouds’. I don’t think a lot of the other white people here are going to be very tan.” Bella manages a genuine, albeit small, laugh. “I don’t think we’d fit in anywhere, Bells, not unless we find people like us.” She sighs, 

“Other people with glitches in their brains.” You shrug, 

“I don’t think its a glitch. We’re just wired differently. Besides, our brains are literally meat-jello full of electricity, some of them are bound to work a little strange, right?” She laughs, louder this time. You give her a side hug before standing up. “Alright, I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.”

“Goodnight,”’ Bella says un-enthusiastically. You exit the room and call down the short hallway to Charlie’s room, 

“Night, Dad!” He pokes his head out of the door a moment after, 

“Night honey, see you in the morning.” He goes back to his room and closes the door. You trail your way down the stairs and to your room before crawling under the blankets. You were going to need your sleep for tomorrow. After all, you were starting your first day at a new school. Forks High, now at a population of 359.

[moulinrouge78-blog]

Sex fantasies and other surprises - Part 1

Netflix made me do it. This is my first fanfiction contribution ever posted. It’s hot and erotic because I love and live for SMUT. Enjoy.....

They have been together for a year now and he couldn’t be happier. Their long distance relationship isn’t easy but works out pretty well and today wasn’t just the Friday she would come to Capeside to be with him for a long weekend but also their 1st anniversary of being Joey and Pacey the happy in love couple who make it work.

And he’s got a plan. ‚You are a lucky bastard‘ he smiled to himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror getting ready for his drive to Capeside train station where she would arrive in around an hour. The thought about his girl made him feel light headed and gave him electric shivers that went straight down his groin. He looked down and could see his dick standing In excitement. But there was no time for that, first stops where the florist by the harbour and Capeside‘s fine jewellers. One last look in the mirror to ensure he didn’t miss a smudge of shaving cream on his face and his hair sat in place before he turned around grabbing his keys and went out the door. It was barely 9am and the sun was already warm standing high in a cloudless blue sky. The air smelled of seaweed and sand coming from the dunes with the birds chirping in the trees. He went around to his Ford Explorer and looked at the beach, breathing in the fresh air.  Three years ago the Dudley‘s passed away and Pacey didn’t hesitate to buy their beach house. While the winters are long and cold just as they are around everywhere in Massachusetts he thought Capeside is the most beautiful place on earth in summer when the weather is like this. 

Pacey checked the weather forecast for weeks and this weekend was perfect. He couldn’t stop smiling all the way to the florist and greeted one of the delivery drivers once he parked his car and run over to help the man handling big buckets of Magnolia, Echinacea, Roses, Poppies, Water Lillies, Day Lillies and Pale Grass Pink Orchids. 

‚Hey Rob, let me give you a hand‚ he said taking two of the buckets from the struggling man’s arm, nodding at him. ‚Oh thank you Pacey, these flowers don’t look heavy but they certainly are and I am not getting younger‘ Rob said wiping off a thin layer of sweat he felt forming on his forehead. ‚Ah man, you are still as chirpy and not a day older than 45, are you not?‘ Pacey said with a wide grin. ‚Well add another decade to it and you are about right!‘ Rob chuckled returning a friendly smile. ‚Ohh before i forget. Your flowers are ready! Rob said. Ohh brilliant timing. That’s why I am here. Thank you! 

Ten minutes later, Pacey left the shop with his wildflower garland made of blue false indigo, bowmen‘s root and peach leaved bluebells. He asked for seasonal wild flowers and the arrangement couldn’t be prettier. 

The jewellers was just up the road, 2 traffic lights and 5 minutes away and he suddenly felt very nervous.  This was the tricky part he wanted to get right out of all things. He knew how he wanted to propose to the girl who stole his heart. It usually is Dawson’s expertise to do the fluff and romantic stuff, Pacey did lack in this department a little he thought so he took Jen with him a fortnight ago to show her the ring he selected for Joey. 

‚What do you think, Lindley?‘ he bit his lip, nervous as hell, hoping it wouldn’t be too bad. Jen stared at the open black velvet box with the tiny yellow pear shaped moissanite diamond in the platinum ring base he picked, bedded on a satin cushion. The ring wasn’t pretentious and simple despite the yellow colour of the stone. He knows Joey doesn’t like gaudy things, keeps it elegant and classy and he respected that, ok who is he kidding? he thought. Joe‘s disgust for trashy things and the want to be authentic and real was adorable and sexy as hell. A sigh escaped Jen’s mouth and than there was a long pause. ‚Uh oh, that bad, Lindley?‘ he asked suddenly his throat terribly dry, not sure if he wanted to get a response from his dear blonde friend next to him. Jen also liked being real and true at all times and usually he admired her for that but today he hopes she’s gentle on him. Jen looked at him and back down to the glass counter where Hilary the sales assistant placed the ring for them to view and her face was not showing any sort of emotion, she looked blank. ‚Listen...Jen...there is still time, I can return it and you...YOU are a women of many tastes, you can help me making the RIGHT decision!‘ He felt  frantic, his palms were sweating as he took he reaction as a sign, that this ring was a terrible pick. She finally looked up at him and her face lid up. ‚Oh my god...Pace....this is the most, beautiful ring I have ever seen. Joey truly is a lucky girl!‘ Her voice trembled a little as the emotion kicked in and she hugged him tightly ‚You did well, Witter! ‘ I wonder...‚ What’s that? He asked, breaking their embrace, looking at her happily but confused raising a brow. ‚Does this ring come in a set with earrings, if so I’ll take them!‘ Jen said with a giggle. Pacey laughed at that remark and lightly slapped her shoulder. Ouch, Witter!!! He kissed her head and logged his arm through hers leaving the shop after he paid his deposit. At the train station the clock just outside the station tower read 9:58am. Great 2 more minutes, I am not late. 

He quickly checked the arrival table on the monitor and was glad that the train was on time before he made his short way to the platform. With that he heard the chuffing sound of the fast train approaching the platform slowing down until it came to a noisy halt. Passenger‘s got off the train, restricting his view, so he tiptoed and bend his neck. It took him a few moments and he saw her. His heart pounded fast in his chest. It was only a few days ago that they been together but his body reacted like he hasn’t seen her for weeks, months or even years. She stepped off the train, holding onto a small beige hard shell travel trolley with her right hand. She wore a tie front puff sleeve midi dress in light blue with matching hairband holding her hair in a ponytail and white leather sandals with block heel. Each movement made the dress show off her long silky tanned legs. She still hasn’t spotted him, looking from left to right, a puzzled look on her face that made her mouth pout. 

Ohh those lips he thought. He could tell she didn’t bother with make up, only a little bit of mascara, a little rogue to make her cheeks glow peachy and a colourless chapstick is all she would use, she was the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on and he was glad she finally grown in confidence to see herself not just as a too tall woman with long limbs and feels comfortable in her skin. The tie front of her dress was open a little and he could faintly guess where her chest bone would turn into the bulge of her breasts.  His heart skipped a beat and he manoeuvred the best he could into her direction without being seen. She fumbled on the zipper of her trolley standing with her bare back to him. He reached for her waist while his other hand went to her neck placing little kisses onto the bare skin underneath her hairline.  ‘Hello gorgeous!’ ‘Mmmm’ was the only vocabulary escaping her lips. She leaned into him, eyes closed and smiling her big smile that drove him insane. 

He felt her ass rotating and grinding into his hard bulge ‘Ahhh, Pace happy to see me?’  and suddenly his khaki shorts felt way too tight. His hands holding onto her arms for stability he whispered into her ear, nibbling her lobe and finally resting his chin on her shoulder ‘Ohh Jo, you have no idea. I wouldn’t like anything more than to pull up that fabric of your dress and take you right here, right now giving by passengers a show of their life time.‘

With that he swirled her around and let her fall into his arms, looking deeply in her dark brown eyes. ‘God I missed you, Potter!’ ‘I missed you so much, my sweetheart!’ she whispered back. There it was. Just like that he was on fire. She licked her lips. Her way of saying that she is ready to be kissed. He didn’t need an Invitation to place his lips on hers. Their lips met and she opened just a little to let him in and he darted his tongue around her full mouth, stifling her moan by dancing with her tongue tip. She opened her mouth wider and he took all of her tongue, sucking on it, releasing her and sucking her tip once again, breaking free for air.

‘Let me take you home, before Doug gets send here for sexual assault in public!’ Um, yeah probably not a good idea to be stars of Capeside journal as ‘horny couple set off at train station!’ she said with an amused wink at him. They went for a quick early lunch at the ice house before heading arm in arm to the beach house. Oh my god, Pace you really went trough with it? She gestured at the outdoor shower in the garden as soon as they arrived. This is so cool. It’s not just cool but also practical in the summer after a long shift in the restaurant. Here let me show you. The shower was attached to white wooden panels with hanging baskets for toiletries, soaps, hair care, sponges and even a back rub. Two big yellow towels occupied two of the four metal hooks. The floor was made of deep blue and green mosaics and an anti slip finish. It had a long bench at the side with futon pillows where the water couldn’t reach. For privacy the shower area was secluded by it’s own 8 ft. garden fence made of thick hazel hurdle woven wattle with bushy leafy planters in front of it. The top was free but Joey noticed a handle at the side and a large panel above. ‘What’s that for?’ she wondered.

  Ohh this is for chillier evenings to keep the rain out. He turned the handle and a retractable yellow thick shade pulled out. This looks just like...

...the sail of True Love?  he finished her sentence, smiling at her. Yes, Joey it’s the same material I used for true love since it’s weather resistance and I like to feel being out of sea while having a shower outside. He smirked. I understand Pace, once a Captain always a Captain. She chuckled. I haven’t used it yet since it just got finished two days ago. But the water is on...here...step back, I’ll show you!   Joey stepped back and he turned the shower on.  Warm water splashed from the shower head. He was about to turn the shower off but Joey laid his hand on his. 

‘Leave it on Pace!’

She unfastened her sandals, slipped them off and untied her hairband. It took him a moment to register what she was doing. He closed the gate and she came towards him, started to unbutton his shirt looking him straight in his eyes. ‘I want to shower with you and feel you!’ He lost his voice and was only able to mumble ‘God Joey, this is one of my fantasies of us!’ ‘I know it’s mine, too’ she replied. She yanked his dark grey shirt off his shoulders and placed it on one of the free hooks. His chest hairs stood in anticipation as she began licking his right nipple over to his left, making them stand. His breathing was now fast and he desperately  needed her out of her dress. She suckled on his now hard nipples and he was able to free her arms from the dress, letting it slip to the floor. She stepped out off the dress and tossed it to the side, now opening the zipper of his khakis, pulling the waistband down together with his boxers. A quick ‚Ahhh‘ escaped him. He stood naked in front of her and she let out a high pitched sigh. He was so handsome, his broad shoulders and wide chest, defined long legs and his glory of dark pubic hair and big cock standing to his attention solid for her. Just looking at him sends shivers down her spine to her centre. His size used to concern her but now she just feels all tingly inside looking at him, knowing how good he feels and what electric shocks she experiences when his full length fills her. Pacey went out of his shorts, kicked off his flip flops and pulled her by the slim line of her thin thong pulling her closer with his hands freeing her from the last shed of material that was between them. She reached for his cock and held him tight, kissing his slightly open mouth. He returned the kiss, moaning in her mouth meeting her dancing tongue with his.  ‘Mmmm Joey...I love it when you are in this mood, mmm....ahhhh....don’t stop.‘ Pacey was now fully under the shower, her hands rubbing up and down his shaft, his balls hard and heavy. I need to taste you, Pace. ‚I won’t last, Jo‘

‚Than don’t, sweetheart!‘ with that she pulled his skin to expose his juicy cherry and slowly went down as much as her mouth could take, her tongue sucking on the throbbing top, licking up and down his vein, increasing the speed. Ahhh...Fuck...Jo!! His hands got lost in her now wet hair, watching her moving mouth on him. He needed to focus on something else to not burst right there and than. She felt him edging in her mouth, droplets of his salty pre-cum making her vagina quiver. Cupping his full sack, she released his length to take his hard marbles in, licking and sucking on the crinkly skin. ‘Jo, I am so close.’ This was the best foreplay. She was so wet and wanted him to shoot but couldn’t decide where she wanted it. She went fully in the warmth of the shower now. Sitting on the floor, opening her legs as wide as she could, pulling him down with her. Her vagina was on full display, her lips open to show her meaty flesh and her clit erect standing out like a flower bud. Her breath was pitchy, her eyes heavy with lust. She started moving her index and middle finger around her clit, masturbating with swift and fast movements. Jo, you are everybody’s wet dream. You are so gorgeous. He was wanking his cock hard, looking at her delicate flower, kissed her, watched her touching herself,  her nipples equally beautiful and erect. This view was all he needed and with a long ‘ahhh Jo, my sweet giiiiirllll, ahhhh...he finally exploded, his load hitting her hard on her open center. She used his juices to rub herself, hissing at the feeling that build in her. He could see her ecstasy, still panting he went down, his nose touching her soft folds so juicy and inviting like a piece of fruit. Her smell mixing with his juices, he inhaled and flickered his tongue out founding her hard clit, his fingers replacing hers, entering her slowly, not letting go off her clit to than lick up and down her slit. Ahhh, Pacey, Yes...there...yes...faster, fuck me harder.

God, what went into her? His cock hardening again, he moved her over to the soft padded bench for her to kneel on. With her ass in the air like that, her hard nipples on standing up and her breasts bouncing, he shoved his hot length in one fast thrust and she cried out ‘Yes, Pace, oh god yes, take me. Don’t hold back. I need it!’ He thrust in and out, hard and forceful, each stroke making her reach closer to the edge. Come for me baby, he said now holding onto her tits, pulling her nipples, thrusting harder like there was no tomorrow.

She was now shrieking  

Ahhh... Ohhh.... God.... yes.....yes.... Ahhhh...FUCK....I...Uhh...Ohhh...fuck....Pace....yes

He felt her walls tightening around him....she came like a tornado and with her last quiver, he pushed into her one last time, releasing his hot fluid, collapsing onto her back, trying to fetch his breath. 

She was a hot mess...giggling...after 10 minutes or so...

Pace? Yes, Jo? ‘Let’s take a shower now.’ 

With that he pulled her up, squirting the almond and milk shower gel on the sponge, starting on soaping her arms and shoulders, with a smirk on his lips he said huskily.

‘Your wish is my command, my sweet sexy kitten!’ 

And just like that her nipples lifted up again. Her not breaking his gaze responded with a wide sheepish smile

‘Ohh boy!’ To Be Continued