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imaginestuffs · 2 years

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Bambie- Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

word count:2193

warnings: just fluff, and a little bit of PDA!

summary: meeting your boyfriend through your brother was the best thing to ever happen to you.

(gif not mine!)

You and your boyfriend had very different styles. He was Metal, and you were more or less a 70s queen. While he wore his leather jacket, Hellfire shirt, and denim vest with clunky cold rings adorning his guitar-playing fingers. You would wear your flowy dresses whether they be short or long it depended on the day, bell bottoms, and halter tops. You listened to Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, and the Eagles, he listened to Black Sabbath, Motley Crue, and Metallica. But there was something that drew you toward each other. One of those things being your relationship with Dustin Henderson. You just so happened to Dustin’s older sister who dropped in during the school day to check on him, which included checking up on him during your lunch period. He sat with his usual group consisting of the guys that made up the Hellfire club. You would walk over softly and check up on your little brother, just to make sure he was doing alright.

You walked over to the table your brother always sat at with his D&D club. “Hey, Dusty,” You said as you placed a hand on your brother's shoulder. Everyone turned to look at you when they heard your voice. You got a bit nervous as everyone looked at you. “Hey, (y/n)! What are you doing here?” your little brother asked you trying to get your attention off of his friends looking at you in curiosity. “Woah, Woah, wait,” Eddie spoke up and they all turned to look at him. Your eyes went wide as your head snapped up to glance at him. You wore a short floral skirt and a white halter top along with your white boots and orange hoops. “Dustin, who’s this?” he asked as he looked at you almost in awe. “Oh, this is my sister,” He answered simply. “You never said you had a sister!” Gareth said loudly. You chuckled a bit at their reactions.

Eddie couldn’t look away from you, he thought you were gorgeous. Little did he know, you thought he was equally as handsome with big brown eyes and a charming smile. His hair was long and rings adorned his fingers while tattoos were visible along his arms. You could’ve sworn you fell for him right then. “So, (y/n), that’s your name right?” Eddie asked and you nodded your head at him. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said with a smug smile he always tended to wear. A small blush crept up to your cheeks, and he swore his heart stopped for a second. “What brought you over here?” he asked the seemingly silly question seeing as the obvious reason was your brother.

“Well, I uh, I just came to check up on Dustin,” you answered, Mike and Lucas, looked up at you in mock offense. “What about us?” they asked practically in unison. You laughed once again, “And these guys of course,” you said and squeezed their shoulders. “We’re ok Bambie,” Dustin smiled up at you. Eddie melted as he heard your laugh and that nickname Dustin so casually called you. Dustin and your mother had always called you Bambie because of your personality and how shy and sweet you were. It was something that just stuck.

“Do you want me to drive you guys home?” you asked. “Yes, please,” the boys said and you smiled. “Alright, does Erica need a ride too?” you asked Lucas. “No mom pulled her out early for a dentist appointment,” He explained. “Alright well, I guess I’ll get goi-” before you could finish Eddie spoke up. “Why don’t you stay?” He asked and pushed Mike down the bench a bit more so there was a space next to him for you. “I don’t want to barge in, or embarrass Dustin,” you said and shrugged. “You can sit with us (y/n), I haven’t gotten to spend much time with you lately,” Dustin said and you smiled sympathetically at him. “Well, then I guess I’ll stay as long as none of you mind,” You said and looked at everyone else sitting at the table. They all had a dazed look in their eyes as they looked at you. You were bashful underneath their stares. Eddie could sense the discomfort from you and turned to look at everyone. “C’mon guys, I know she’s gorgeous but stop fucking staring you’re making her uncomfortable,” he said. Your blush came back at his words and you glanced away. “Everyone just shut up, don’t gawk at my sister,” your brother spoke up and you smiled over at him.

“Sorry,” they all mumbled and turned back to their food. “S’ ok,” you said, and the next thing you knew your tray had been taken from you and set on the table. Eddie had taken it from your hands and set it down before reaching a hand out to shake yours. He grasped your hand and you shivered at the feeling of the cold rings on his fingers. Gently he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles and that’s where it all began.

You and Eddie did get strange looks in the hallway but you never minded that. You were happy with him and so everyone else’s opinions didn’t matter. He held your hand in his as you walked through the school and to the exit your dress billowed around your mid-thigh, and the long sleeves almost seemed to swallow your arms in the bell-like shape. Not feeling like wearing platforms that day you decided on your converse, and though you were never taller than your boyfriend you enjoyed the height difference. You looked up at him with a smile and let go of his hand before lifting his arm and resting it around your shoulders. He glanced down at you with a smile and chuckled as you again reached up to intertwine your fingers with his hand that sat on your shoulder. “Comfy, Bambie?” he asked with a raised brow, and you flashed him a big smile. He had adopted the sweet nickname you were so graciously given by your mother. “Yeah, yeah I am,” you answered as you exited the school.

He walked with you to your car. You leaned into his side and rested your head on his shoulder. He looked down at you just to see that you were already looking at him. “Why are you staring at me princess?” he asked with a raised brow. You smiled shyly, “I just love you that’s all,” you said softly and reached up on your toes to kiss his jaw. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too Bambie,” he said and kissed your head.

He leaned back against the car with his arms locked around your waist, his hands clasped at the small of your back. Your fingers were hooked in his belt loops just to keep close, it was something that had become a habit of yours. His hands would rest in your back pockets or clasped around your waist while your fingers were curled through his belt loops. He smiled softly at the small action. You would sometimes let your fingers trace the waist of his jeans just under his shirt.

“You know, you make those kids really happy, you make my brother happy and I don’t know how to thank you for that,” you admitted with utmost sincerity. He had a slight look of surprise on his face, but he just smiled down at you. “It’s safe to say that they make me happy too, plus, that little brother of yours, he’s a good kid,” he said and you smiled brightly, “Yeah he is, mom raised him right,” you said, and moved your hands up to fiddle with the necklace he always wore. “You did too, You can’t help but love him, all of ‘em. But you can’t tell them I told you any of this. It would ruin everything,” he said and pointed a finger at you. You chuckled, and let his words process, you played the first ones over again, ‘you did too,’, he said.

Your grin faltered a bit, his smile dropped when he saw your brows furrow. “What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked softly and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I raised him well too?” you asked softly, trying not to let your emotions better you. No one had ever said that, but you felt like you were there to guide him, and help him through life in places your mom couldn’t, and knowing that someone saw how much you loved your little brother was amazing to you.

“Of course you did Sweetheart, she couldn’t do it on her own, and you can tell how much he admires you it’s kind of…” he trailed off trying to find the right word, “sweet,” he settled on.

Your smile returned and your tears ended up trailing down your cheeks.

You never knew how much you needed to hear that.

“I love you Eds, I love you so much,” you said and reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. His arms held you tightly one arm across the small of your back and the other hand gently cradled your head to his chest. “I love you too (y/n), so much,” he reciprocated and you pressed a kiss on his shoulder. pulling back just the slightest so you could look at him, you rested your palm on his face while the other claimed its spot on the base of his neck.

“I think this is the part where we’re supposed to kiss,” he said with a playful grin. You chuckled a bit before leaning in and letting your eyes flutter shut. He held you close as his lips met yours. Your lips slotted together perfectly, while his tongue gently traced your bottom lip. You sighed at the feeling and parted your lips to let him explore your mouth and trace your tongue with his. He was nothing but sweet and gentle as he kissed you now.

“Oh, god! Really guys? Could you maybe not do that for all to see!” your brother's voice crowed as he walked up to the car. You pulled away from him with a flushed face and a shy gaze. Eddie chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Henderson. Was it this?” he asked before gently grasping your chin and bringing his lips back to yours. You smiled into the kiss when you heard Dustin, Mike, and Lucas fake gagging. “Ok, ok stop,” Lucas pleaded. You pulled away and laughed softly as you moved to press a peck on his smile. Untangling yourself from your boyfriend you walked toward your brother and tried to wrap him in a hug and kiss his cheek but he quickly squirmed out of your way. You laughed at his reaction and took off his cap to ruffle his curls. He snatched the hat back before placing it on his head once again.

“Gonna give me cooties,” Dustin grumbled and you let out a loud laugh. Eddie’s heart melts at the sound of your laughter. “Cooties Dustin seriously?” Eddie asked with a raised brow. “They’re real I swear,” Dustin said. “You all have girlfriends, so I guess you already had cooties,” you shrugged while moving to once again stand by your boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. “Whatever, you guys are still gross,” Dustin said and you looked over at your boyfriend and gently nuzzled against his cheek with your nose, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Can we go home, cause honestly, I think I feel sick now,” Mike said and you giggled. “Well Wheeler, guess you better have a vom bag on the ready cause this,” he pointed between the two of you as he turned your head to kiss your lips. You heard the group groan. “Will never stop,” Eddie finished his sentence when he pulled away from you.

They all just looked away before dispersing to get into the car. You chuckled as Lucas and Mike slid into the backseat and your brother took shotgun. “They’ll get it soon,” you said and looked at them softly. Eddie smiled at you and nodded his head. “But let’s face it no one and I mean no one will ever be as disgustingly cute as we are,”

You chuckled and looked at your boyfriend before stepping out of his grasp. He grinned widely at you, You smiled just the same before leaning in to kiss him goodbye. He pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

He opened the car door for you and closed it when you got settled.

“Call when you get home, I’ll see you later Bambie,” he said and winked at you before you pulled out of the school parking lot.

He shook his head as he watched you leave, “Fuck, I love her,” he said and chuckled before making his way to his van to go home. He knew he’d see you that night but he couldn’t help but miss you already.

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coquelicoq · 8 months

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you guys would not believe the multitudes i contain. on the one hand i found myself thinking today "pachelbel's canon fucks. like, severely." on the other hand my 17yo cousin thinks i am "really cool" (he doesn't know about my pachelbel's canon opinions). i tried to go up the down escalator at the airport and didn't realize for SEVERAL steps, then tripped on my suitcase at the bottom and exclaimed "LORD ALMIGHTY!" in the middle of a large crowd of people who had watched this happen. a guy at the airport today saw me writing a crossword and came over to talk to my mom about it because apparently he had been on a flight with us a few days ago and saw me doing the same thing (he asked her if i was "coding". on graph paper, bro??). i wore a long, full-skirted floral dress to a wedding and did a little photo shoot of me manspreading and looking disaffected under a neon sign reading "let's party" and my entire family is obsessed with it. i brought a card and a pen to the wedding and made all of my relatives (including the bride lol) sign it for my grandmother who was unable to attend, but i was also super rude to my mom and had to apologize a few hours later after i had calmed down. a baby puked on me and it made my day. my sister said i have "really good taste in music" (she also doesn't know about my pachelbel's canon opinions) but also i am apparently the person who introduced her to janelle monáe, so point to me. the 17yo who thinks i'm cool seemed reluctant to stop talking to me at the wedding because he was afraid we would not see each other again to which i should have been like "dude do we not have telephones? and the internet?? and are we not both members of this family that gets together every few years???" but instead i was like "i know your address! i'll send you a card!" (he wants to be a dentist so i'm now congratulating myself for having saved every "i got my teeth cleaned!" sticker i was ever given as a child, because now i can send them to him and give him all of my very important anthropomorphized tooth clip art opinions.) walt whitman whomst.

#i think pachelbel's canon is good and guess what it probably actually is good. but i do feel very basic for liking it so much #like anyone who's ever played the violin is going to think very pretentious thoughts at me now that i've admitted this #whatever! i don't know anything about it except IT FUCKS! END OF STORY!!!!!#this post is incoherent but guess who was out of it enough to try to go up the down escalator?? so it's not really my fault actually #that was like an hour and a half ago so as you can imagine i am even less coherent now #i should be in bed but i remembered i needed to read some french and now i'm procrastinating. i make such good decisions when i'm tired <3 #i did successfully fill a grid for a crossword at the airport though!! and it has reflectional symmetry which i found very difficult #Good For Me #my posts

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justsayun · 1 year

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Pizza Problems

I know all marriages run into rough patches from time to time. It could be something like money problems to differences in how to deal with the children. Heck at one point the wife and I locked horns about this little Hula Dancing Dashboard Doll that I picked up at a yard sale and displayed in our car. Just looking at her bouncing around made me smile. Well, my wife hated it. She was hula dancing for two weeks and then surprisingly I found her in a kitchen drawer. My wife said she was putting her foot down about that little Hula Girl in the grass skirt who loved to dance. To be honest to this day I get a little sad when I watch NCIS Hawaii. Let's be honest we wouldn't appreciate the sunny days as much if we didn't have a few storms once in a while. Well, the wife and I have come upon something that is causing tension in our home. The weird thing is this was something that I thought made our marriage stronger and now it's causing tension between us. I can sum it all up in one word. Pizza! We used to go out as a family and get a couple of pizzas and laugh and share about our day. Now as soon as we go to order I start to get that feeling like when the dentist is getting ready to give ya a novocaine shot. I like cheese and pepperoni and I'm fine. You want a couple of mushrooms on it or some tomatoes, even green peppers. You do what makes you happy. I can live with it. (I'm a pleaser.) The kids have the same attitude about our pizza. But over the past year, my wife's topping & cooking demands for her pizza have gone off the rail. My children even look at me with hopeless expressions as they hear what their mom demands on the pizza. We used to order two pizzas to enjoy as a family. We still order two but only one the three of us enjoy and my wife demands her unusual pizza that no one will touch but her. She'll have two slices and no one will touch the rest. (She'll say to her massive amount of leftover pizza. "Honey, we'll take it home and you can take it to work for lunch tomorrow." ) That's not gonna happen. My dog even sticks her nose up in the air when offered a slice of my wife's pizza. We went out the other night for pizza and as the waitress took our order my wife told her she wanted her pizza well done. The waitress replied; "Oh don't worry we do all our pizzas really well. My wife goes "No I want my pizza well done, as in I want the bottom of it cooked to where it's almost burned. I want a crisp bite on my pizza." The poor waitress was woozy as she left our table. I asked my wife if every time we order pizza now it has to be a production. I just want a simple cheese and pepperoni pizza. I do not want a cauliflower crust. No jalapenos, no goat cheese. Please no sprouts or leafy things on the pizza. Pizza should bring us closer not push us apart. I've always believed pizza is the food of love and togetherness. I've always thought that in the Garden of Eden if Eve would have had the option of a slice of pizza or the apple, she'd have taken the pizza. My wife and I for our first date had pizza. A plain cheese and pepperoni. That's where the magic all started. The other night when we were eating pizza and she had her crazy topping pizza I just looked at her and thought where is my cheese and pepperoni lady love at? I'm hoping this is just a phase. My children won't join me with an intervention because their mom spoils them too much so even though they agree with me they will not do anything to mess up the gravy train they have with their mother. So as of right now I'm being patient praying my lady will eventually regain her pizza sanity. But to help me through this tough time my Hula Dancing Dashboard Doll is going back up in the car.

#pizza #pizza toppings #marriage problems #waitress #pizza order #sunny days #dashboard hula girl #husband and wife issues #weird pizza toppings

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aliwritesfic · 3 years

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The Night Shift Part 6 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: It's Saturday, your dickhead boyfriend is out of town, an old friend is in town, and it's time to get drunk!

Warnings: Drinking, mention of drug use, crippling self doubt

W/C: 4.3k

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Part 1 Part 7

Somehow, the week went exceptionally well. You bugged Frankie each day for the photo he promised you, and each time he grinned and told you that good things came to those who waited. On Wednesday you received a call from the vet telling you the kitten was going to be fine, and she would be put up for adoption when she was old enough. You were initially crushed that the kitten wasn’t going to be yours, but told yourself it was good she was bound to go to a good to a family. You couldn’t give the kind of life a cat deserved.

But most of all, you were almost unreasonably excited for the weekend. You bounced with excitement every time you thought about it - hell, even things with Kurt seemed to be going better. He had planned a hunting trip up north with a few of his friends, and would be gone from Thursday til Monday. He had brought you a bunch of flowers when he ‘broke the news’, not your favourite kind but it was the thought that counted. An entire four days to yourself was more than enough incentive for you to almost force him out the door on Thursday afternoon. With a kiss and a packed lunch and a promise to call, he was gone and the apartment was blessedly empty.

Even better, your best friend Sara was in town.

Fifteen minutes after you watched Kurt’s car pull out of the apartments parking lot, watching the window carefully to make sure he didn’t come back, you called her.

“Can we do something on Saturday? Get drunk, do bad things, anything?” You said by way of greeting.

“Oh hell fucking yes, I’ve been waiting for you to be fun again!” Sara said. You knew that was a not so subtle jab at how much you had changed since Kurt entered your life. You ignored it, like you usually did.

“Saturday sound good to you? I work Friday night and I can’t take it off.” More like you didn’t want to take it off.

“Saturday sounds fantastic. There’s a big fight night happening, and I wanna watch some hot sweaty guys pummel each other.” Sara said. “We can get drunk at the same time. Also I can get some molly if you want.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, not entirely opposed to the idea of spending the night high as shit. Especially if Kurt wasn’t going to be there to yell at you for it.

“Let me know, sooner rather than later so I can sort it out with my guy,” Sara said. “Anyway babe, I’ve gotta jet, I’ve only got five minutes left on my break and I haven’t eaten yet, love ya!”

“Love you too,” you said, meaning it with your whole heart. Out of all the friends you once had, Sara was the only one who had stuck around after you started dating Kurt. At first, you had choked it up to jealousy, convincing yourself all your other friends were envious of your perfect relationship with a perfect guy. Now looking back, you could see what really happened: you had ditched them. Completely and utterly. Kurt had taken up all of your time, convincing you to stay in when you had plans to go out, telling you that the girls you would have trusted your life with only barely put up with you and it was just so obvious to anyone with an outsider's perspective that they didn’t really like you. You were grateful for Sara, more than words could say.

~*~

Saturday came quickly, and before you knew it, Sara was slamming her fist on your door, a bag stuffed with alcohol slung over her shoulder.

“Bitch!” she screamed in greeting when you finally opened the door, still wrapped in your towel from your shower. She was already dressed, in a tight gold 70s style jumpsuit that made her dark brown skin look like it was glowing from the inside out.

“How do you manage to look so good all the time?” You said, stepping aside to let her in.

“Witchcraft,” Sara said, pulling a bottle of prosecco out of her bag and popping it open. “And like, this whole thing took me all day. Why aren’t you ready yet?”

“I’ve been sleeping all day,” you said, plucking the bottle out of Sara’s hand and taking a swig. It was cold and crisp and filled your partly empty stomach. You continued to take small sips as you got ready, occasionally asking Sara for her girly wisdom on what to wear. She picked out your outfit as you applied makeup. It felt almost foreign, using something other than a mascara and brow pencil. The use of colour and shimmers almost felt like breaking some unwritten rule you had created for yourself since dating Kurt.

“What happened to all your fun clothes?” Sara whined, going through your wardrobe. You shrugged, carefully applying bronzer. Honestly, you weren’t sure. Sometimes things just went missing - you didn’t really question it anymore.

“I’m a miracle worker.” Sara declared after almost fifteen minutes of searching. You looked up at her, then at the small bundle of clothing in her arms. She grinned and flung the pile at you. You held up a black pleather skirt that you hadn’t worn in almost a year, and a black body suit that dipped low in the chest.

“Christ,” you muttered.

“What’s wrong with it,” Sara sounded exasperated, like she had been expecting this from you.

“It’s just-” you hesitated. “I’m not going out to get dick, you know? What’s wrong with a pair of jeans?”

Sara rolled her eyes. “What’s wrong with a pair of jeans? I’ll tell you what: everything. You don’t have to have dick as the aim of the night to look cute. You can look cute for yourself. You know just as well as I do that skirt makes your legs and ass look amazing, especially when paired with the shoes I’ve brought for you. Plus, if someone out tonight decides you look cute enough to buy you drinks, then even better! Because free drinks! You don’t have to fuck them as a thank you, you can just turn around and walk away. So, get dressed and stop complaining.”

You considered Sara’s words for a moment. She was right. After you changed, you admired yourself in the mirror. Your ass really did look amazing, and the strappy black heels that Sara had loaned you accentuated your calves magnificently. Sara stood next to you, arm linked through yours, almost a foot taller in her platforms and with her afro teased to the high heavens.

“God, we’re sexy,” she murmured, taking another swig out of the bottle. “You’re absolutely wasted on Kurt.”

You didn’t bother with your usual retorts to that kind of comment. She’s wrong, you’re lucky to have someone to love you like that at all, no one else would want to if they got to know you, you told yourself. It’s what he had told you over and over again, the words searing themselves inside your brain to repeat each time you began to truly doubt with him.

You finished off the prosecco while you waited for the Uber to arrive, enjoying the warm buzz it left you with. Sara whipped out her phone and began to take photos of the two of you. At first, you shied away from the camera, the words Kurt had said once in a throwaway comment, surely not designed to hurt but did anyway, rang in your ears. You don’t look very good in photos, why do you take so many? After that, you would spend hours staring at old photos of yourself, the flaws that were invisible now glaringly obvious.

Tonight though . . . Tonight you felt pretty. You posed for the camera, following Sara’s instructions as best you could. You took photos of each other throughout the entire ride to the venue where the fight night was taking place.

It looked a little shabby on the outside, overgrown hedges snaked up the walls, covering the windows. A smoking area was off to the side, crowded with people. The inside was even more crowded, with bodies pushing up against the horseshoe shaped bar and surrounding the ring. Two women were in the ring, both bloodied and swinging.

“God there is just something so arousing about hot people consensually beating each other up,” Sara said, unable to tear her eyes away from the ring.

“Babe, you’re drooling,” you joked, stepping in line for the bar.

“I can’t help it, I have an overactive salivary gland,” Sara sighed, tearing her eyes away. “At least my dentist says so.” You grinned at her and ordered three vodka sodas each. It was a tradition with the two of you that you would always order three drinks at a time. Less back and forth, you had reasoned. Although, usually as the night progressed, three drinks were downed in the same amount of time it took to drink one, so it really cancelled itself out in the end.

As tradition warranted, you and Sara cheersed and swallowed your first drink in one breath.

Several more fights occurred, the divisions eventually changing from women’s to men’s. Neither you nor Sara paid much attention to the first few fights: “amateur hour” Sara had said to you “I’m waiting for the good stuff.”

The good stuff, it turned out, started almost an hour and 5 drinks after you arrived.

“Next fight, King V Miller!” The announcer shouted into the microphone to the cheer of the crowd. Sara’s head shot up as if she could sense the sudden change, and she grabbed your hand, tugging you closer to the ring.

“Oh, my god look at him,” Sara said, gesturing to the ring. You knew instantly which one she was talking about. He was tall, with shaggy blonde hair and lean muscle corded over his body.

“He’s pretty spry,” you said, and instantly cringed. Spry? Really?

“I wanna fuck him tonight,” Sara said. Then her voice took on a determined edge. “I am going to fuck him tonight.” Manifestation, Sara called it. If you told the universe what you wanted, the universe would deliver.

Apparently.

“I am going to get more drinks,” you told her. She nodded, not tearing her eyes away from the fighter. You went to the considerably less crowded bar- it seemed like everyone was now watching the fights- and leant against its sticky surface.

You shouted your order over the noise of the crowd, and scanned the bar as you waited. Most faces were familiar in the way that you knew when you had seen someone before, but you didn’t know when or where. That was, until you landed on one dazzlingly familiar face, standing almost right next to you.

“Frankie?”

~*~

Frankie startled at the sound of his name. He looked around, expecting to see one of the boys or maybe an old work friend from the mechanics. The last person he expected was you. But there you stood, looking so good that he was momentarily lost for words.

“Frankie!” You said again, with a huge grin on your face this time.

“Hey!” He grinned back, “what’s a girl like you doing in a dump like this?” His tone held a flirty edge, one he wouldn’t dare have used if he hadn’t already had several bourbon and colas.

“Oh you know, I plan on accosting the winner tonight of all their prize money and taking off into the night, never to be heard from again,” you accepted three drinks from the bartender as you spoke. “What about you?”

“My friend Benny is fighting tonight. He’s actually up right now, the blonde one.”

Your jaw dropped. “No way! My friend wants to fuck your friend.” You pointed your chin towards a tall black woman, dressed like she had wandered out of Studio 54. “Is he single? Can we play wingpeople?”

“He is, we can.” Frankie nodded confidently. Maybe it was the alcohol controlling his brain, but any excuse to spend time with you seemed like a good excuse. “How should we do this?”

“Does your friend Billy-”

“Benny.”

“Benny stick around after the fights?”

“Yeah, he gets free drinks,” Frankie said. You nodded approvingly, taking a sip of one of your own drinks. Frankie watched amazed as you somehow held the two others in one hand, your fingers curling around the hard plastic cups.

“How do you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Hold your stuff like that,” he gestured to your fingers. You looked down, confused.

“Whatta’ya mean?”

“With your fingers.”

“Oh! Um, I dunno, I just do.” You shrugged and placed the now empty up on a random table, and started on the next drink. It occurred to Frankie that you were well on your way to being very, very drunk.

The crowd cheered loudly as Benny knocked out the other guy with a bloody grin. Frankie whistled his support and Benny caught his eye, saluting tiredly. Santi also caught his attention, and even across the room Frankie could see the wicked grin form on his face. Frankie looked away quickly, not willing to give the bastard any ideas.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Frankie asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

“Some stupid place doing some stupid hunting,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Fuck him anyway he never lets me do anything fun.”

“What do you mean ‘lets you’?” Frankie said, his brow furrowing.

“I mean, he’s a controlling dickhead!” You said, then slapped a hand over your mouth. “Don’t tell him I just said that! Please!”

“I won’t, I promise,” Frankie said.

“Just forget I said anything,” your voice had taken on an almost desperate edge.

“It’s forgotten,” Frankie lied. He didn’t know how, but he was going to bring it up later. The idea of your boyfriend ‘not letting’ you do something had taken root in his brain, and somehow it made him furious. He took a deep breath, counting slowly to calm himself down.

“Who’s that guy who keeps making faces at you?” You asked, gesturing across the bar. Frankie sighed.

“Santi.” Frankie rolled his eyes at his old friend and waved him over. His curly hair friend bounded over, flashing you with a brilliant white smile.

“Well, hello there,” he said, winking at you. “Santiago Garcia, but you can call me whatever you like.”

You smiled sheepishly and gave him your name, “I work with Frankie.” Santiago’s grin widened at this piece of information, and Frankie groaned internally.

“You’re the girl Frankie told me about.”

“Chatting shit, I’m sure,” you laughed, but Frankie didn’t miss the questioning glance you sent his way when you spoke.

“Santiago was the one who took that photo I told you about,” Frankie said quickly, not wanting you to get the wrong idea. You nodded and leant over towards Santi.

“He keeps promising to show me but he’s yet to deliver,” you said, winking at Frankie. His stomach jumped, breath caught in his throat. He knew you were joking but he couldn’t help but feel like he had disappointed you somehow.

“That’s my fault,” Santi said, “I keep meaning to get him a copy but since he’s sleeping all day I haven’t been able to.” You nodded and turned to Frankie.

“I should go find my Sara before I lose her for the night,” you said, looking at Frankie. “Come find me - I mean, us later? With your Benny?”

“Yeah, of course,” Frankie said, watching as you disappeared into the crowd. The urge to grab you and kiss you grew with every second, but he restrained himself. He wasn’t that kind of guy, and no amount of drinks would make him think it would be a good idea to do that to someone. Let alone you.

~*~

Frankie’s head was cloudy with alcohol, he couldn’t stop thinking about how good your ass looked in that tiny skirt, how he wanted to plant his face directly in your chest.

“Fucking hell, get a grip,” Santiago said, shaking his friend by the shoulder. They were back in the locker rooms, Benny was buzzing with his win. He and Will were going their post match ritual of smacking each other on the back and releasing loud “woo”’s.

“I’m fine,” Frankie insisted, and Santi scoffed.

“You’re full of shit,” he said. “Ironhead, tell this idiot he’s full of shit!”

“You’re full of shit, Fish!” Will said automatically. “But what’s he full of shit for?”

“He’s in denial about pining for the chick he works with,” Santi said. “Look at the poor bastard, it’s written on his face.”

“Fish, you’ve never been good at keeping a straight face when it comes to emotional crap,” Benny said. “All other stuff, you’re great. Just not when it comes to matters of the heart. Or the dick.”

“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at her,” Santi laughed. “And the way she was looking at him, making bedroom eyes at each other.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, ignoring how the last comment made his heart leap. “You’re all stupid, she’s just a work friend saying hi. Nothing more.”

“Full of shit!” Benny cackles. “Look at his blush!” Frankie groaned. They were right about him at least. He had it bad for you.

But that didn’t matter. You had a boyfriend, and even if everything Frankie found out about the guy made him resent him a little more, he couldn’t change that one important fact. And he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin the beginings of his friendship with you over a stupid fucking crush. He just wasn’t.

Benny showered, singing You Belong With Me and switching out the pronouns as he did. The man was an unashamed Swiftie, claiming that she had a song for every situation. Frankie pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep swig of his beer. Will sat beside him and nudged him gently.

“What are you gonna do?” he asked.

Frankie frowned. “What? I’m not gonna ‘do’ anything. She has a boyfriend, end of story.”

“Sorry to hear that man,” Will said, sounding sincere. He knew Frankie wasn’t the type of guy to wreck someone else's relationship for purely selfish reasons. “You’re a good man.”

Frankie wished he wasn’t.

Benny changed into his regular clothes quickly, and said something about needing a drink. The four of them left the locker room and made their way to the bar, and Frankie couldn’t help but look around for you. When he couldn’t see you, he bit back the slight disappointment that sank in his stomach. Benny brought a round for the group and they found an empty table to sit at. The employees of the bar were dismantling the ring to make room for a dance floor. Loud, thumping music started playing and within moments the floor was packed with bodies.

“Frankie! And Frankie’s friends!” Frankie looked around at the sound of your voice, which was high with excitement. You bounded over, clutching the hand of the friend you had pointed out earlier. You introduced yourself and your friend Sara to the group and pulled up a chair for you and Sara each. Frankie didn’t miss how you placed Sara’s chair next to Benny, or how Benny was staring at Sara with his mouth slightly open. He also noticed with a slight pang how you sat yourself between Will and Santi, directly across from him.

What he didn’t was how much you kept looking at him. Lucky for him, Santi and Will noticed plenty.

You and Sara spent a few hours with the group, until a not so inconspicuous Benny and Sara both disappeared, Sara throwing a wink towards you as she left. Will left not long after, saying that his bed was calling his name. Santi stayed a little longer, flirting with you much to Frankie’s annoyance. To his credit, he didn’t show you the catfish photo. Frankie wanted to show you that one himself, when you were both sober.

“I better head out,” Santi said as it rolled past three in the morning. “I’ve gotta babysit Lee tomorrow, and you know how hyper he is.” He turned to you and kissed your hand. “It was the deepest pleasure meeting you, don’t be a stranger. Frankie.” Santi raised an eyebrow and shot him a meaningful look.

“Good night,” he said a little forcefully, shoving Santi towards the door, mainly to get him to stop flirting with you. He knew the flirting was just incentive to spur him into some kind of action with you, but it wasn’t going to work.

“Your friends are nice,” you said, struggling to connect the straw of your drink with your mouth.

“They’re assholes most of the time. They’re just nice to beautiful women.” Frankie regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Shit! Now she thinks I think she’s beautiful. She is! But she doesn’t need to know I think that! Frankie finished off his drink to avoid looking at you.

“I’m attractive til they get to know me,” you said with a snort.

“What makes you think that?” Frankie asked, confused as to how that could work.

“I don’t think,” you said, “I know. It’s a fact. One that cannot be argued.”

Frankie was about to argue with you about this when you turned away, stumbling as you did. She’s super fucking drunk, Frankie thought, grabbing your arms to steady you. Your skin was so much softer than he anticipated, sending a jolt through him. He let go quickly, mouth going dry as you beamed up at him.

“You saved me!” You declared, then finished your drink quickly, emitting a small burp. “To thank you, I must give you a token of my gratitude. I know! A drink! Three drinks for the kind sir! And three for me!”

“Jesus, how much have you had?” Frankie asked, laughing.

“Only a little bit,” you shrugged and thought for a moment. “Maybe like, a dozen vodka sodas and some shots and also half a bottle of prosecco. And also a teeny tiny bit of molly, but that was hours ago, so it’s basically gone.”

“Maybe I should walk you home,” Frankie suggested gently, amazed that you were still upright let alone getting served. You shrugged.

“I can just get an Uber or something, it’s fine.”

“No, no, don’t waste your money, let me walk you.”

You looked up at him with slightly unfocused eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

The cold air outside hit the both of you like a wall. Stars scattered across a moonless sky, leaving Frankie wonderstruck for a moment, until he noticed the goosebumps on your arms. Without a second thought, Frankie took off his jacket and placed it gently around your shoulders. You looked up at him, a surprised look on your face.

“Frankie, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so, I have this friend, right? And she’s been dating this guy for years now. They live together, no kids or anything. But she told me a little while ago that she’s been feeling . . . trapped.”

“Trapped?”

“Yeah. Like, she doesn’t think she loves her boyfriend anymore. At least, not in a way that she should. And he’s so mean to her, too. He doesn’t hit her or anything, but he’s also not super nice to her, and-and she doesn’t always know what she did to deserve it. She doesn’t know what to do.”

“Can she leave?” Frankie suspected you weren't talking about a friend, but he didn’t press beyond what you were willing to tell him.

“Not easily, I don’t think. She doesn’t have enough money for her own place and- and she’s afraid.” Your face flushed.

“What’s she afraid of?”

“Being alone. Unloved. She doesn’t have any family or anything and her boyfriend is the closest she has to that. So um, if she was your friend, what would you say to her?”

Frankie was thoughtful for several moments. He didn’t want to fuck this up. If his suspicions were correct, you were talking about yourself. “Well, first of all I would tell her that her boyfriend is a massive dick, even if he doesn’t hit her, boyfriends shouldn’t make their girlfriends feel like shit. I would tell her to talk to her friends, ask for their help. I would also tell her that being alone doesn’t have to mean lonely, and it certainly doesn’t mean that she’s going to be unloved.”

You nodded thoughtfully at this. Frankie took this as a good sign. “She can’t know for sure what her life will be like, but my guess is that it will be better if she chooses to leave this asshole.”

The rest of the walk was spent in silence. Frankie knew you were thinking about what he said. He too, was lost in thought. Trying to figure out a plan to help you in any way he could. All too soon, you arrived at your apartment building.

“Thanks for this,” you said, taking off the jacket and handing it to him. Frankie nodded.

“You needed it more than me,” he said simply. “I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?”

You nodded, and then as if you weren’t entirely sure if what you were about to do was a good idea, you wrapped your arms around him. Frankie stiffened for a moment before hugging you back, holding you to him tightly, breathing in your scent of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. You were warm and soft and everything in him was screaming don’t let go.

“Thank you,” you whispered in his ear, and he knew you weren’t talking about the jacket.

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silverrstarrr · 3 years

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Hello, today I am starting a Eren x black reader fanfic. And don't worry, yo girl over here is Nigerian😋😋 I do plan to put smut into it but I've never written smut before so please be easy on about that part! (The reader and Eren are both 18, their first year in University.)

Y/n L/n. Daniyah

Dylan. Jason

Yume

Normal Girl<3

Chapter one:

You love the way I pop my top. Or love how I lose my cool

Music was playing in the background on a loud Bluetooth speaker as you were preparing yourself for the day. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you take off your bonnet, your long black box braids flowing down to your hips. Which cost a bitch. You were cleaning up your face and doing a causal face routine. You grabbed your makeup bag from under the bottom cabinet and began applying. Doing your eyebrows, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipgloss. Placing the brown foundation on your skin to cover up the bumps that were on your face, contour and more. You placed your false eyelashes on, ruffling up your hair a bit more. After a good 15 minutes, you were ready for the day.

Or love how I look at you. Say why?

The song Normal girl by SZA continued to play as you hummed to the rhythm of the song. Finishing up laying down your edges, you gave yourself a small smile in the mirror, feeling hella confident in your looks. Even though you were self conscious, you had this thing when you believed you that you're the most ugliest bitch in the world, next thing you're in love with yourself. It was currently 8 am in the morning, class was starting by 8:45.

You wanted to freshen up before you left for school. Your roommate you shared a dorm with was currently out grabbing you guys breakfast. You guys both settled for Dunkin' since their drink prices were reasonable and good unlike starbucks. You left the bathroom and grabbing your bonnet on the way out, switching the light off. You tossed the hair net on your bed as you went over to your dresser.

For your affection, tryna be down. No fighting and no stopping, Stick around

Oh shit, this was your part. You started to sing to yourself, not ACTUALLY singing it but you know, saying the lyrics.

"Wish I was the type of girl you take over to mama! The type of girl, I know my daddy, he'd be proud of. Yeah, be proud of."

You were singing your heart out at this point, who doesn't enjoy SZA?!

Not to mention, you relate so much to the song. Since you weren't America's "normal girl". You didn't have Blue eyes, blonde hair, or white pale skin. You were a beautiful brown skin woman, with black curly hair and brown eyes. Not to mention you had 4c hair. But it wasn't a bad thing in your opinion, you loved your hair because at the end of the day, you knew it was long ass hell.

A bzzt sound came from your dresser, instantly your grabbed your phone and unlocked it. It was your roommate, Yume. Yume was a pale skin girl, with brown eyes and long black hair. She was mixed. Her mother was Japanese and her dad was white. Yume was pretty outgoing and bold, a lot of people on campus knew who she was. She was a party person. She still managed to get decent grades by that, you meant that she crammed at the last second and got a C+ or above. Opening up messages, you read the ones from Yume.

colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

Attachment: 1 photo

Look what I gooottt😩❗❗

y/n is funky🧑🏾‍🦱🦷❗

y/n liked a photo

Girl, hurry up and bring the food😭

over here posing with the dunkin' bag, goofy😭😭

colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

I KNOW, IM ON MY WAY

I'm getting in the car now, see you later hot melatonin queen, wakanda queen 👸🏾 remember BLM✊🏻❤

y/n is funky🧑🏾‍🦱🦷❗

LMAAAOOO, I HATE YOUUU

GET TF ON DAMN COLONIZER 😕

You began laughing, using your hand to cover your mouth. You left messages and began scrolling through your other social media. First you check snapchat, it was a bunch of your friends and people who added you, leaving hearts under your post story. Since you posted a little selfie. You had on a cute graphic t shirt that hugged your upper body and showed your stomach. You didn't have a flat stomach but a little tummy. You had on faded blue jeans that rested at your hips. Even though you didn't have a flat stomach, your curvy body and a dump trunk made up for it. You had a few necklaces resting on your chest as well with a few rings on your finger.

I wish I was a normal girl, oh my. How do I be? How do I be a lady?

You clicked on instagram. You had a decent 10k followers. You were considered one of those pretty aesthetic pinterest girl, especially because of your outfit ideas. You look through your feed for a bit, then you came across yume's page. You scroll through her post and liked her recent. You checked the comments and all the guys fawning over her, it wasn't anything new but you didn't expect this one person. They left a black heart under their post and yume replied to it. You clicked on the profile just to check if she had a secret lover and she wasn't telling you. The username was "eyeager45". Surprisingly, he had 18k followers.

Normal girl, oh

I wish I was a normal girl.

I'll never be, no, never be uh

This shocked you, not his follower count but the fact your roomie got him commenting hearts?! Nah, you need to find out. You scrolled through his feed, looking at his photos, he didn't have a lot of post. But damn he was fine. He had long brown hair that rested on his shoulders, his eyes were a teal color but you were still stuck deciding if it was blue or green. Most of his photos, he had it tied into a sloppy bun, a few strands stood out flopping over his forehead. Without thinking, your dumbass liked his photo.

"I-" you said. Before you can unlike the photo, yume barges in with breakfast. It was already 8:20, classes were starting.

"There was traffic on the way and since it's rush hour, everyone and their crew was getting coffee."

Yume placed you guys drinks and food on a nearby round table. She quickly ran to the bathroom to pee, closing the door behind her. You placed your phone back on your dresser and went over to grab your drink. You took a sip, It seem like this time yume got your (f/d) correct and not just getting a random flavor she sees on the menu. Opening up the bag, you grab your (f/f) along with the other food that was apart of your meal. You went back over to the dresser to grab your phone, then back to the small table. You sat down on the small couch that was close to the table and started eating.

"Hey! Make sure you got your own shit and not eating mine by mistake" yume was washing her hands in the bathroom.

You nodded your head with a "mmm". You were digging in, eating fast because class was starting soon. Coming out of the bathroom, yume whistled looking at your outfit. She always gassed you up & was your number one fan.

"Look at you~ all cute and shit" she ruffled through the bag, grabbing her donut already taking a bite out of it then her breakfast sandwich as she sat down next to you. Both of you guys were munching as if the food was running away, like slow tf down. You took out your phone to take a quick insta video of your food and yume. She was taking a sip of her drink when you pointed your camera on her, she did a quick deuces, which made both of you laugh a bit. You quickly added it to your story and tagged her. You went back and forth with your drink and food, until it was finish. You still had a some coffee left but the food? Gone.

You and yume shared an apartment together. It was close to the campus and it was cheaper. Dorms costed a load for no reason. Most of the time they had no kitchen and barley any room other than for the beds. You met yume during high-school but you guys weren't that close but still kept in touch. Summer break came around and you guys so happened to have the same job. It was the best summer of your life, you were really greatful for meeting yume. She was also the first to offer you to share an apartment together since you both were attending the same university.

Both of guys were majoring in different things but that was fine. Yume was planning on becoming a nurse while you were in the cosmetic industry. It's been a dream ever since you were young. Grabbing your mother's makeup bag and just smearing it all over your face by the age of twelve. You remember the first time you did your makeup and showed your mom.

She laughed so hard and took you into the bathroom to fix it up. Slowly you started getting better and better at makeup. You had your own YouTube channel by the time but it wasn't a lot of subscribers, about 3k. Now you were 19 and had a 500k subscribers who supported you all the way. Being in the beauty industry on YouTube was a hassel because there was always drama here and there but you were never included. More like a "I just sit back and observe" type shit.

The apartment you guys shared was pretty big. You had your own room and bathroom, the same with yume. Yume parents were wealthy since her mom was a dentist and her dad was a doctor. Yume never made any real friends. They always ended up leeching off of her and her money, one of the main reason she kept distance from you and others during high school but the summer brought you guys together.

It was the beginning of the first semester, you had your first class today. You were excited but that didn't stop the anxiety creeping up your spine. What if you didn't make a good expression, or did some stupid shit and fell.

"Hellllooooo, y/n. You good?"

yume was waving her hand in your face. She was laughing at bit because of your face expression while you were in la-la-land.

You nudged her lightly and giggled back.

"Stoop, leave me alone. I'm just nervous about my first day"

Yume grabbed the empty bags and wrappers that were on the table, walking to the kitchen to threw them away. She had on a cute oversized black sweatshirt with a white collar. It went well with her white tennis skirt and beige color platforms. Yume was 5'6 but looked 5'7. She was really pretty in your opinion. It was surprising she didn't have a boyfriend.

"Girl pleaseee, you'll be fine. You're pretty and you have a cute laugh—who wouldn't fall for you?" Yume continued cheesying. She went over to the doorsteps and grabbed a pair of pair of black air Jordan 1 retros(the high ones). She walked back over and tossed them on the ground next to you.

"You aren't wrong about that...but you know I literally don't know what to say after 'hi'. I don't know how people do it, it gets so awkward after that point."

"Shit...you're right...well since we're in college now, we can ask others about their majors and stuff but I rather not hear about a guy talking about how much he likes the human body system."

Loosing up the laces, you slip your foot in and began tying the strings—you repeated the same process with the other foot. You grabbed your coffee and did a quick stretch before heading over to your dresser. You picked up your phone and keys, your bag was next to the door, you'll grab on your way out.

Yume grabbed her jacket and you did the same.

"How many people do you think we'll be in my class?" She asked

Since she was majoring in nursing. You titled your head up and started to think.

"Maybe around 335 people."

You zipped up your jacket and placed your phone in the pocket. Opening up your airpods, you placed one in your ear.

"Pssshh, that's an underestimate. I think around 400 or more"

Yume opens the door, tossing her bag over her shoulder— you grabbed yours also. Stepping out the apartment, she stood by the side as you locked the door. You pulled your phone out and played your playlist. It was time to start the day.

pt 2

#x reader #attack on titan #eren headcanons #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #anime #eren yeager #eren x black reader #x black reader #aot x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren aot #eren yeager x y/n

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story - 2

You can find part 1 on my masterlist

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern)

Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker

Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), kinda soft August

Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so please be lenient with me

Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...)

Pics for the header taken from Pinterest.

Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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Fern

"Morning, Fern." August and Peter greet me in unison on this Thursday morning before they go straight to Pete's office where a potential client's already waiting for them.

I've always hated my name. It's so old fashioned and boring, it's a name for an old spinster, not for a woman my age. I would use my second name if it wasn't even worse. Prudence. I mean, come on...you have to admit that's dreadful. But if you'd known my parents you wouldn't be surprised.

When I was born my mother was already 45 years old, my father even 49. After 20 years of trying in vain they'd given up on hoping for a child but then my mum got pregnant with me. They were very religious, god-fearing people and when they finally held me in their arms it was a miracle, a blessing, God's gift to them and they always treated me accordingly, like a precious treasure they had to hide from the bad world outside. They loved me dearly but this love was so overpowering it almost stifled me. I never went to school, my mum home-schooled me, which was okay, I didn't miss anything but then again, you can't miss something you don't know I guess.

I was a shy child and so in some way I was glad that I didn't have to interact with other kids. I only had one good friend. Her name was Kayla and she and her parents lived next door. Her family couldn't have been more different from mine, her dad was a dentist, mine was a carpenter, her mum was a teacher, mine was a housewife, she had three older brothers, I was an only child, their house was bright and modern, always open for everyone, ours was a dark victorian building, very cosy and beautifully furnished but with a forbidding appearance on the outside, so besides Kayla we hardly ever had any visitors and my parents liked it that way.

When I went to college it was really hard for them and one hell of a fright for me. I went through a culture shock and it was quite the ride but luckily I had Kayla by my side. She could have gone to better colleges but she decided we'd go to Virginia together to visit the William & Mary. We had a great time there and I had a lot to catch up on and that's what I did. Parties, alcohol, sex...it was a whole new world for me but thanks to Kayla I didn't get lost, she made me find a balance between celebrating and studying and I will always be grateful for her patience with me. She's still my best friend, my only friend actually and we're in close contact although she's a district attorney in Texas now and I'm in London.

But I don't want to bore you with my past. I guess you want to know more about my life here and now. Well, it's not that interesting either. As I said I hardly do anything more than work, eat and sleep but I've started to take piano lessons and I really like it. It goes better than I had expected, my teacher is a very friendly elderly woman called Mary. Boooo….still boring, you say? We'll there's something about those lessons that's not so boring. I...oh wait, there comes August. Gotta get back to work.

"We did it, Fern." A big, smug grin appears on his handsome face. "They signed the contract. We're gonna celebrate this, when Pete's back."

"Congratulations. That's a big deal."

"It is. A real big fish. If they recommend us in their line of business other deals are gonna follow, this could be our final break-through."

"Does this mean I get a salary rise?" I ask with a smirk.

"Sure. The three of us worked very hard for this. You will have your fair share. "

"What?" I ask with a seductive smile. "Just like that? No negotiations?"

August pulls me close with a mischievous grin. "You want to negotiate, pretty?" He whispers in my ear, sliding his hands under my skirt.

"I'd love to. Where did Pete go and how long will he be gone?" I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I told him to get some champagne and oysters."

"I hate oysters." I pout.

"Forget the oysters, we have 20 minutes."

He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my silken panties and pulls them down slowly so I can step out of them. He tries to lift me up but I wriggle out of his hands.

"Let me reward you for your success and earn my salary rise properly." I give him a sexy smile and drop to my knees. August raises his eyebrows and nods in approval.

"Yeah, use that pretty mouth of yours."

I open his fly and get out his half-hard dick. After a few strokes he's fully erect and his size and girth never seize to amaze me. August Walker has the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. Just looking at it makes me wet and my pussy throb. I start to lick the tip slowly, teasing him and I love the way he moans and grabs me by my hair to make me take him in my mouth. I obey and wrap my lips around his shaft, popping my head up and down. I suck him off like I know he loves it, taking him as deep as possible. His breath goes short now and he's gasping and panting, his head leaning against the wall, his eyes are closed. I know he's not gonna cum, he never comes first, always makes sure to satisfy me before he reaches his high and so I'm not surprised when he suddenly pulls out and gets on his knees too.

He kisses me, which is unusual but he seems to love to taste himself on my tongue. He makes me lay down on my back and then he fucks me missionary style. He doesn't do it often, he prefers doggy or railing me pressed against a wall but when he does it's fantastic. He fucks me deep and slow, rolling his hips in a smooth rhythm and I look him right in his ocean blue eyes. He hits my g-spot with every thrust and he makes me cum within minutes. After I'm done with my orgasm he sits back on his heels. "Now finish what you've started." He growls and I continue sucking him off eagerly. Now I'm the one who tastes herself on him. He grabs my hair, holds my head in place and mouthfucks me hard but not too deep. He respects my boundaries and I don't like deep throat, I tried it, but it's not my thing and he knows that. "Fuck...Fern…" He cries out my name when he comes in my mouth and I swallow every drop of his spunk, I even lick his dick clean and I know he loves the sight of me kneeling in front of him, my tongue running over his tip and shaft. He lets out a long sigh before he gets up and stuffs his dick back into his pants. With a grin he grabs my panties and throws them at me. I catch them laughing.

"You're really the best boss a woman can wish for." I give him a smirk and he chuckles. "You can stop buttering me up. You've already earned your reward."

"I'm not doing this for the money." I wiggle my eyebrows and wink at him before I go to the bathroom to freshen up.

August

Wow, this was one of the best fucks in a while. I love it when she sucks my dick. Seeing her mouth stuffed with my thick cock is such an enormous turn-on for me. She takes me so well, her lips feel so tight around my shaft and her kitten-like tongue teasing me is just the best. Only thing better is fucking her ass but that doesn't happen too often. It requires time that we usually don't have and she has to be in the right mood for a hot round of butt sex. Sorry if I sound like a sex maniac but to be honest there's not much more in my life besides fucking and working and a few hours of sleep at night. It's just Walker & Brooks SecTec and Fern. That's what my life circles around and it's good the way it is. Honest work and casual sex, a good combination if you ask me.

When Peter is back we have a glass of champagne and some oysters. Fern enjoys some sushi Pete bought for her because he somehow knew she hates oysters. We're all in a great mood and we decide that we finish work for the day and just have a good time and a nice chat before we go home.

I take another oyster and make a little show of lapping up the meat from the shell, using more tongue than necessary. I give Fern a lewd smile and she bites her lip in a way that makes my dick twitch. Pete just smirks, raises his glass and speaks a toast. "Here's to the future. May it be successful and may it make us fucking millionaires." He giggles quite girlish, he's already drunk after just three glasses. I guess he usually doesn't drink anything but energy drinks and coffee.

"Cheers." Fern beams all over her face and I repeat her words. "Cheers."

I glance at her. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes sparkle, she looks so sexy right now I want her again. I know it's just been an hour that I filled her with my cum but I just can't stop thinking about eating her out. I place my hand on her thigh and start stroking it under the table. She doesn't react but I know she likes it. When I let my fingers wander higher she gets up with a jolt. "Excuse me. I'll be right back." She leaves the room and I manage to wait 60 seconds before I excuse myself too. Peter rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what I'm up to but he doesn't say a word. I go straight to the ladies room where Fern is washing her hands. She's surprised to see me and before she can say a word I crash my lips on hers, kissing her feverishly. I lift her up and put her down on the edge of the sink before I get down on my knees.

"August, what are you doing, Peter's waiting for us…"

"Forget Peter, I wanna lick your pussy."

And that's what I do, I pull her panties aside and run my tongue through her wet folds slowly before I start kissing, licking and sucking her clit.

Fern stifles an aroused moan and whispers my name softly.

"God, August...we shouldn't be doing this…"

"Want me to stop?" I look up at her with a devilish grin.

"God, no…"

And so I continue to eat her out, to enjoy her smell, the taste of her flowing juices, the sound of her moans and the little shriek when she comes for the second time today. She's shaking and my dick is throbbing in my pants.

I get up and she looks at me with a fake-annoyed frown. "Boss, you're gonna be the death of me. Two times a day? Really?"

"It's the oysters." I grin. "They're known for being an aphrodisiac."

"What about you." She touches my boner that's visible in my pants.

"Don't worry. When I get home I'm gonna jerk off in the shower thinking of you. Of your sexy tits, your hot ass and your tight pussy."

She hits me on my arm. "You're such an idiot. Let's get back and try to pretend nothing's happened." She laughs light-heartedly and I love the sound of it.

"You go first. I follow in two minutes. Have to wait for my boner to soften."

Five minutes later we're back with Peter in the middle of a conversation about how well everything's going at the moment. Peter mentions that he's planning to buy a Porsche soon and Fern makes him promise to take her on a ride.

"I'm gonna order it as soon as the money from the museum is on our account." He smiles in anticipation. We have updated their security system a week ago and are expecting the incoming payment every day.

"Oh, speaking of the museum. They send you those free tickets for the Caravaggio exhibition. You're not planning to go, are you?"

"No." Peter and me say in unison. We're both not very much into art. "Do you wanna go? You can have my ticket of course." I say to Fern with a generous look on my face.

"Yeah, thanks. Actually I need both tickets."

"Both? For you and who? A suitor?" Peter asks in a teasing tone, giving her a wink.

Fern blushes a little and I wonder what's going on, she never blushes.

"Well...yeah. Something like that. I'm going on a date on Saturday."

I can't believe my ears. Did she really say she has a date? Just like this? A fucking date? I try to pull myself together and not to show my surprise but I feel the tiny frown that appears between my raised eyebrows though the rest of my face remains blank.

"A date?" I try to sound as casual as possible.

"Yeah, you may have heard of it. Two people meet and go out together to get to know each other better." Fern chuckles.

"I know what a date is." I snap.

Fern rolls her eyes. "Fine."

Peter eventually asks the question that's running around on my mind but won't come out of my mouth. "And who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Lucas."

"Where did you meet him?" I have my face and my voice under control again.

"Oh, he takes piano lessons too but with a different teacher. We met waiting for our lessons and so we got into conversation and last week he asked me out."

"Sounds good, take my ticket and have some fun with a decent lad." Pete says, giving me a quick glance. I know he doesn't think it's a good idea that I fuck Fern, he thinks I'm going to hurt her but I don't care. It's none of his business.

"Yeah. Enjoy your date." I nod but the mood's ruined and after another fifteen minutes we decide to call it a day and go home.

~~~~

tbc

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 3 years

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The Spirit of Christmas

Did someone order a Christmas fic? Oneshot. Erik is being hassled by his annoying neighbor.

Erik's eyes drooped as he looked down on the overgrown child standing before him, short, bundled up, and grinning in a hideous bulky sweater that Christmas threw up. Gold bells dangled from her sleeves. There were multicolored puff balls. His four-year-old play niece couldn't even make anything that ugly. Wasn't she embarrassed? No, she'd have to be somewhat aware for that to kick in.

From the moment she knocked on his door back in April with that same unsettling grin and an offering of rabbit-shaped cookies to let him know she was his new neighbor, he knew there was something wrong with her mentally, he just didn't know what. Needless to say the cookies went in the trash and from then, he'd made it a point to avoid her. He'd tried! On God he had, but as hard as he tried was as strong as she would not let that happen.

What went through that happy little empty head of hers? Did it sound like air blowing through or were there little dancing elves singing all day like Smurfs? As she beamed up at him, he didn't like the hope in her eyes. She was gonna ask for something and it was never anything simple like sugar or flour.

"Merry Christmas neighbor!" Her large dimples sank in. She looked sneaky.

He threw the door shut, but stopped when he heard a loud squeak. Her hand was in the crack blocking the door from closing in her face. That had to have hurt. Opening the door, he started to ask if she was okay but she spoke first, rubbing her hand with a slight wince.

"I've been watching you."

His eyebrows went down knitting together.

"I've seen a lot.. Things you don't think I've seen," she bragged with a smug cross of her jingling arms. Erik stiffened thinking of the bands of cash sitting out on his coffee table.. drugs in a duffel on the floor. His eyes narrowed.

"Oh?" His eyes flickered to the neighboring apartment doors as he wondered who else was watching. "What you see?"

She pushed her index into his chest. "You haven't had visitors since I moved in! No friends.. no family!"

Erik exhaled his relief. "I'm not a people-person."

"If you're a people, you're a person. That makes you a people person," she chirped. Again she made no sense. Erik took a long blink closing the door more carefully this time. "Wait," her hand jetted out again. It was the other hand now blocking the door from shutting.

"What do you want, Jessica," Erik waved impatiently leaning with his elbow on the door frame.. partially to support his resting weight and partially to keep her out. She liked to be nosey looking into his apartment past his body, craning her neck to get into his business.

"I'm doing Christmas in Pittsburgh with the fam, come with me."

He almost spit.

"No."

She blocked the door again and he rolled his eyes putting his head briefly on the door.

"Jessica, I'm tryna be nice 'cause I don't know quite what's wrong with you... but you pushing it."

"It's Christmas spirit! Oh Erik, can't you feel it? It's all around us! 🎵 Christmas is the time of year for being with the one's we love. Sharing so much joy and cheer," she sang. "What a wonderful fe'-"

"PLEASE..."

She froze.

"Don't sing..," he whispered. "Look I have plans. Thanks for the invite but I can't make it."

"Hm." Her finger pointed hard and accusingly. "Erik Stevens you're lying to me! You spend every holiday here in this apartment. I know!" Looking around first, she leaned forward. "I check..."

"With who?"

"This won't do! You gotta get into the festivities, it's Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year!"

"Busy."

"But-"

That was all she got out before the door closed in her face. Erik didn't like holidays. To him, they were regular days but worse because everyone seemed so damn happy as if reality had somehow slipped away. He couldn't just forget real life so easily, he wasn't built that way. Finishing his count, he stored his cash and started on dinner.

"A man fires a rifle for many years and he goes to war. He comes home and he sees that whatever else he may do with his life like build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper but he will always remain a jarhead," Swoff said onscreen as Erik shoveled a forkful of cheesy pasta into his mouth. This was reality. War, death, power struggle, and debauchery.

A series of knocks on his door had Erik rolling his eyes again. He ignored it until he realized she wasn't leaving then he paused the movie.

"What," he yelled swinging his door open to that same annoying grin.

"Erik, don't close the door! Please, come with me it'll be so much fun. It's twenty minutes away!"

"NO."

"You'll get a present!"

"Nuh-what kinda present? Not one of those ugly ass sweaters I hope."

"Oh this," she chuckled pulling on a bell. "My mom sewed it.. One night and I won't bother you ever again... until New Year's."

"Bye," the door closed.

"Okay okay!" She blocked it. "You won't hear a peep from me until Memorial Day, thank you for your service!"

"My what?"

"I accidentally got your mail one day, you had a VA appointment."

Erik could feel the intense irritation palpable and radiating on his skin.

"I swear, you won't see or hear me just one night of fun," she beamed, blinking quickly with praying hands. Erik sighed looking back at his leftovers to put away.

"Do you promise?... You won't look at me, talk to me, bother me if I go with you this one night?"

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The ride took twenty-five minutes, five minutes longer than she'd said and she'd sang the entire ride. He was Christmas'd out already. Then he saw the house surrounded in snow.

It was a humble cream colored house with white around the windows and a red door decorated with a wreath. Multicolored lights lined the roof and an inflatable snowman stood guarding the bushes out front. Jessica giddily bounced behind the wheel turning off the car including the heat and Erik was forced to follow her into the residence. The door wasn't locked. They were greeted with heat, strings of Christmas lights, a tall tree decked in pricey looking ornaments, and the sound of old music. Erik knew the song by Bing Crosby.. but he didn't like it.

"Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!"

"My baaby," a woman's voice came, chased by an older woman with neatly arranged grey twists pinned by a mistletoe hair clip. She was definitely a Claire Huxtable type in a white silk blouse, red lipstick, pearls, a red skirt, and low heels. Why wasn't she as tacky as her daughter? Hadn't she made that hideous sweater? She hung onto Jessica, smiling and swaying her back and forth in her arms as if she hadn't seen her in a while.. and then she noticed Erik and straightened. "Ooh. Where are my manners," she smiled looking between him and her daughter as if she were missing something she'd ask Jessica about later in private. Erik felt only mildly uncomfortable. "I'm Ernestine... you are?"

"Mom, this is my neighbor, Erik. I told you he was cute! Ain't he HOT!"

Ernestine's brow raised at her daughter and Erik wondered if something really was wrong with Jessica.

"He has dimples like me! He-"

"Okay dear, that's nice. Erik could I speak to you for a moment?" Ernestine smiled gently but he could read it. She had something serious to say. Following her into the kitchen where casserole dishes and pots and pans of food sat, he could smell cooking like he hadn't smelled in a couple of months. She cooked like his late grandmother and it made him salivate. Greens, shrimp, chicken, ham, mac and cheese, yams, potato salad. He could almost taste it.

"Sorry I'm not really dressed," he offered with Ernestine waving him off.

"Not at all.. Erik..," she paused choosing her words carefully. "What.. exactly.. do you.. know.. about my daughter?"

Erik felt her meaning between the words. "Not much," he admitted. "We're just neighbors. Is she..." He didn't know how to ask it.

"She's eccentric" was the answer. "A little.. different than most."

Erik swallowed his response.

"I know," Ernestine nodded seemingly reading his mind. She must've been used to it. "But I look at it this way.. It's rare that such a beautiful spirit is born into this world, since she was a baby that's never changed. She's our angel.. Please, I know it's not your responsibility but.. look out for her. Will you?"

"Sugarplum," a booming voice yelled from the living room taking the attention. When Erik looked back to Ernestine she smiled and he followed her from the kitchen to see a heavyset older black man shaking Jessica in his arms as she grinned.

"Me next," a younger guy said. From the context, Erik could see it was father and brother. Donald and Joshua who was probably in his early twenties. They both nodded to him as he smiled politely, hands clasped in front of himself. "What you been up to sis? Staying outta trouble I hope."

She shared a few tales from her job. He didn't know she was a dentist, it shocked him completely. Was she really smart enough? Apparently so.

"And I told Mr. MacDougall the SNUGGLE is real," she snickered tickled rosy by her own joke to her patient. She laughed from her nose, forever on the verge of snorting while her family looked at her like she was the baby Jesus. They really did adore her. "But wait! There's MYRRH!!!" Tears leaked from her eyes from laughing and Erik found himself smiling to blend in.

"Oh phooey, Erik, don't be a phoney," Jessica wiped her eye, still shuddering in her laughter. She threw a white pillow from the leather couch at him and he caught it feeling suddenly awkward. "You never laugh at my puns! That's what makes it's so funny," she gasped in stitches. "Mr. MacDougall didn't laugh either. He just stared like he was so confuuused," she wheezed, her nostrils flaring like headlights. It broke her brother who snorted. "I swear I love your faces!"

"Hey hey!" A voice came from the front door as a woman with a brown fur vest scooted inside to the living room with matching brown boots followed by a small group of happy people carrying gifts. They kissed the rest of the family, laughing and talking about everything from rowdy kids to the snow. They seemed like a normal family, everyone but Jessica. She jumped up quickly to take the gifts adding them under the bigass fir tree and Erik wondered what type of gifts they gave and how he'd get one.

Jessica hugged every single person in that group as well as the next. The house was full and loud with laughter, stories, and the sound of kids running back and forth.

"SIT YA ASS DOWN," he heard an auntie growl at a kid only a little older than his play niece. The kid looked at her, sitting immediately.. reminding him of his childhood with his family. "Excuse me," the woman waved apologetically when she made eye contact, but it made Erik feel comfortable. He smiled.

When the family played charades, he sat quietly and hoped they wouldn't call him up and he was lucky because they were too busy competing for a turn, each person imitating a family member and getting roars of laughter followed by an "I am not like that" or an "AND?!" The reactions tickled Erik more than anything. He tried to watch each family member from then to see if the impressions were accurate and he laughed to himself on the ones he could personally confirm.

"Hey Erik," one of the men called from around the kitchen table. The seats were full all around with additional folding chairs pulled up. "Prettyboy like you know how to play spades?"

Erik's brows rose and he blew out a breath. "Old man.. you sure you in the mood to lose?" The man's face dropped and instantly Erik felt his foot in his mouth. He'd gone too far.

"..I think you got a challenge, Lem," the man beside him on his right smirked, coughing to hide his laugh. Lem cut the cards after the man to his left shuffled.

"I'll ask you the same question when you're digging this old foot out ya ass," Lem chuckled and another man stood to let Erik sit. Erik played four successful games before Jessica appeared over his shoulder whispering loudly in his ear. He controlled his shudder feeling the air on his face.

"Christmas scavenger hunt," she said pulling him from the chair. "My neighbor," she explained to the table, hugging him proudly. "Okay, let's go!"

The outdoor scavenger hunt happened in the backyard in the dark. Erik didn't understand why his wrist had to be tied to Jessica's. It wasn't like any scavenger hunt he'd done, not that he'd done one since he was eight and that was for Easter.

"Follow me," Jessica pulled as if he had a choice. She fell almost instantly. "Owww, I bongo'd my booty," she pouted seriously, rubbing her butt.

"..Now I gotta get outta here," he muttered.

"Huh?"

"I said did you see that reindeer."

"What reindeer?" She looked puzzled but forgot it fast.

She pawed through trees and got down on her knees in the snowy grass to feel around which was more than anyone else was doing. They were mostly talking and enjoying the view of the bright sky. It was a beautiful night. The more Jessica searched through the snow, Erik began to think of her hands. She wasn't wearing gloves. Her hands had to be freezing. He looked around at the guests standing around casually.

"Jessica.. I don't think you'll find anything under the snow let's look somewhere else."

"I'm like a bloodhound for this, I can smell it!" She continued to shift snow, digging on her knees shifting around the ground and Erik's mind went to Ms. Ernestine.

"Jessica.. stand up," he whispered through his teeth tugging her up with a quick yank of his wrist. "It's too cold for you to be digging through snow with your bare h-" There was a plastic ornament in her palm, a proud grin on her face.

"I knew it," she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. "Joshua planted it and he's not that creative," she whispered giddily. "He must have done it before the snow... WE FOUND IT! WE FOUND THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS! WE WIN! YES!! TAKE THAT LOOOOSERRS!!"

As the round of applause and some disappointed groans followed, Erik felt awkward standing with her as she gloated in her ridiculous victory dance but he couldn't negate that... she was right. Once untied, he stood next to her as she turned in the ornament to Ms. Ernestine exchanging it for two small red gift boxes. Handing Erik one, she beamed at him and the small crowd.

"Same time."

He nodded and at the same time they opened the boxes.

"Socks!!! Oh my God I love fuzzy socks," she spazzed bending backward to cheer at the sky. When Erik looked in his box, he looked up at the crowd and Ms. Ernestine. Was it really cool to accept this? Should he give it to Jessica? "What did you get," Jessica asked. He showed her. "Eh.. it's nice but I like mine better," she winked. It was a $100 bill. She could've had tons of socks. He sat down their boxes and felt her hands, they were still cold.

"Let's go inside and warm up," he nodded toward the house glad when Ms. Ernestine agreed, announcing that it was definitely time to eat. She said the prayer as people held hands and Erik couldn't remember the last time anyone around him had held hands to pray. "Let me get that for you. You want a lil everything?" He stepped in to fix an older lady's plate so she wouldn't lose her seat or wait in line. That led to him fixing three different plates for people but Jessica was right there with him, smiling the whole time. "Have a seat," he told her, doubling down when she politely declined. "You've done enough, enjoy your family."

Confused, she did what he suggested and he brought her food and drink to her in the living room before finding a nearby seat. She was just as quirky as ever, saying things that made no sense, but Erik was too into the food to care. He ate three plates and drank two eggnogs.

Right when he thought he'd go into a food coma, he heard his name.

"Erik," a gruff voice called from the dining room. It was her dad waving him over where most of the men were. "Hey, do me a favor and go upstairs to the room on the right and grab that jar from the top shelf of my closet.

Erik looked around briefly with slightly widened eyes for Joshua but didn't see him.

"You want me to..," he questioned.

"Yeah, son, go get it and bring it here. Thanks."

Son, Erik thought as he went up the stairs. The man barely knew him yet called him son. This family was something else and it wasn't something he was used to.

In the closet was a glass mason jar full of pocket change and dollars of varying values. There were 50s in there. The fact that he was trusted to retrieve it spoke volumes. He carried it down the stairs carefully fulfilling his mission to get it back to Mr. Donald who thanked him asking no questions.

"And the jar this Christmas... goes to.. drumroll," he commanded getting a loud drum of hands on laps, tables, and walls. "DREW!"

"YES," a teenage boy shouted hurriedly finding his way forward to pose beside Mr. Donald with the jar. His grin full of braces was as big as Jessica's in that moment and when Erik glanced at Jessica, she waved. He nodded back with a small smile. She was beginning to grow on him... just a little.

When the house erupted in carols, he didn't feel pressured to sing. He sat and listened, smiling at the little kids who sang the loudest with the drunk uncle leading in an offbeat baritone. It was a warm feeling he'd forgotten.

And then they exchanged gifts with some people opening there's on the spot and some people taking theirs to go along with several plates of food.

"Erik," Jessica smiled bouncing happily in front of him like she had the best news. She put a red and green gift box in his hands. The dog design was tacky, but he could look past that now. "Open it now," she rushed and when he did, he was taken aback.. again. "I made this on the off chance that you'd say yes and come home for the holidays with me."

His fingers rolled over his face pasted on top of a photoshopped body added to her family's group photo and it was the most bizarre and lowkey creepy gift he'd ever gotten.. but in that way, it was also perfect which hit different. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't stop looking at it.

"Ew... Don't get all soft on me now Stevens," she blurted rolling her eyes with genuine disgust. What kind of response did she expect? He laughed thinking about it.

"Come here," he grabbed her into a hug she fought to get out of.

"Ew ew ew, feelings!"

It only made him laugh and hold tighter.

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The ride back to the apartment was more chill. Quiet except for the old music that Jessica sang along to, this time under her breath. When they reached the building, there was a relaxed peace as they went up in the elevator together.

"I owe you a Christmas present," Erik said at the door glancing over as Jessica opened the door to her apartment.

"You do, I gave you a good one."

He blew a small laugh through his nostrils. "Yes. Yes, you did. Have a good night, okay?"

"Sleep in heavenly peace," she smiled leaning her head on her door. He nodded and entered his apartment, picking up in the living room before getting ready for bed. There was another series of knocks on the door.

"What's up," he asked opening it to a squinting Jessica. She looked a little constipated or confused. "You good? What you need?"

"Uh. I know I promised, but do I still have to stay away from you until Memorial Day? I kinda had a lotta fun tonight. It looked like you did too."

Erik shook his head, too tired to laugh at the nonsense. One thing for sure, he'd never be bored.

"You can talk to me," he nodded dramatically before yawning. "We family ain't we?"

"Good because for New Year's we gotta go turn up at my granny's cat hotel! Eee!!" She clapped squealing in excitement. "You'll love her, she's just like me but she's just a little weird," she whispered.

Erik's brows knit together as he broke down that statement. That was something to think about when the time came, he was too tired.

"Good night, Jessica," he sang closing the door gently. She stopped it.

"One more thing!"

"Girl do you ever get tired!"

"Merry Christmas, brother from another mother," she grinned. He shook his head with a sigh.

"..See you on New Year's."

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your-1up-girl · 3 years

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Once Upon A Dream (Hera x Ventus)

Uhhh....okay so this wasn't supposed to post until the 31st but I must have gotten the queue wrong soooooo. Have an early gift.! I dedicate this fic to the very lovely and absolutely gorgeous @sammilimyy! Why do you ask? Because it’s her birthday (I'm early sorry)!!! I was so inspired by your royal/fantasy AU with Hera and Ven that I just had to write a fanfic for it. Now this is basically inspired by a certain movie from a certain company that shall not be named out of fear they will take this down, but if you know the song then you know the movie. I hope you like it Sam (and I hope that I got it on time for your b-day) have a happy and wonderful birthday!

Word Count: 4339

Pairing: Hera (OC)/Ventus (Kingdom Heart)

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff! I hope you have a good Dentist Sammi, cuz this thing is gonna give you cavities!!!

It was happening again. This dream she found herself in was coming to her with much more frequency now. Always in this dream, Hera would find herself wandering through a forest where the birds graced her ears with beautiful melodies and the way the light filtered through the trees was practically angelic. In this dream, she would always wear a tea-length dress so it would not drag against the soft grass and dirty the pristine fabric. Said dress was adorn in mute yellow skirt and bodice with pale pink trimming and a bow in the back. It flowed with grace as Hera continued barefoot down the unmade path. A path she has taken several times before.

At this point she would reach a clearing where the trees created a canopy of sorts and the brush and wildflowers bloomed and grew with no outside interference. Standing in the middle of this clearing was a figure. It always looked like the spirit of a young boy. Someone who Hera would guess was about her age but taller than her. He had spiky hair and clothes that looked different from that of what she had seen in the nearby villages of the kingdom. As he turned to face her, she could see the phantom of a smile on his face but never his actual features. Soft music would fill the air as they approached each other and they began to dance. The soft whips of his fingers held her waist as they twilered and glided across the grass. They could never speak to each other but they could laugh. And Hera thought his laugh was better than any orchestra in the world.

Despite never speaking to this boy and only sharing these dances, Hera had fallen for this mysterious stranger. It was a dream, but in her heart, it all felt completely real. This boy was out there. At this point, after they had their dance, the music would end and Hera would wake up to the knocks of her Lady in Waiting telling her to start the day; but this time was different. For just a brief moment, when Hera looked up and faced the spirit, she could see him. It was still in a ghost like form but his features were there and she took it all into memory. The bangs across his forehead, the goofy yet loving smile he wore, and most importantly the shadowy blue eyes that looked back at her. He had never appeared tangible to her once during these late night rendezvous but after seeing him in this apparariton form, Hera knew. She was completely in love.

Hera woke with a start in her bed. The sudden movement had scared her Meow Wow Polly and her friend Naminé who was drawing the curtains to let light enter the room.

“Your Grace, you’re awake.” The Lady in Waiting spoke once the initial shock faded. “I knocked on the door to wake you, but you didn’t respond. Then, when I came in, you had the most peaceful smile on your face that I didn’t want to wake you just yet.”

Hera held her heart as Naminé spoke, remembering the dream once more. “Did you have another dream about him?” Naminé sat on the bed next to the princess as Polly let out a small whine and cuddled back into her owner.

“Yes, I did. We danced like we always do. But this time,” Hera paused as her smile became more giddy, “This time I saw him, Naminé.”

Naminé wore a similar smile at this development, “Really! That’s wonderful Princess. What did he look like?” Hera adjusted herself on the bed so Naminé could begin taking her hair out of the braids she wore to bed.

“Well, he still looked like a ghost of sorts but his facial features were there and not just a blank face. He had the most beautiful blue eyes, Naminé.” A love-struck sigh left Hera’s lips, “It was like looking into the night sky itself.”

“You are absolutely smitten with this boy. Do you think he’s real?”

“Why else would he appear to me in this dream? And remember, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him.” Hera got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony. She leaned on the stone railing and gazed out into the horizon; her nightdress flowing in the early morning breeze. A sigh of doubt escaped her, “Naminé?”

Her Lady approached, “Yes Princess?”

“Answer me honestly, please. Do you think that boy is out there? Am I foolish to think that he could exist?”

Naminé’s eyes softened at her friend's sudden realization that this could all just be a dream. She held Hera close and spoke, “I think that in a world where magic exists and mythical creatures are a prominent part of our lives, having recurring dreams about a mysterious boy is calm by comparison.” This made Hera laugh, “I think he’s out there my Princess. If this truly is love that you feel, then you will both find your way to one another.”

After that, the day continued on as normal. Naminé helped Hera get dressed for the morning. Hera went to her lessons with Eraqus, the king. His lessons involved looking after the kingdom when she eventually came to rule. She had Keyblade training with Young Master Riku, Naminé would always remain close by during these lessons as the Lady in Waiting was very smitten with the Keyblade Master. And on this particular day, she ended her training with Master Aqua. The sworn protector of the Princess, Aqua specialized in magic and was well versed in wielding a Keyblade. She would teach Hera about combining magic into her basic attacks. However, Aqua took notice that Hera was not as focused as usual.

“Is there something bothering you Hera?”

“Huh? No Master Aqua, what makes you say that?” Their keyblades dissipated into the air signalling that they were done for the evening.

“It’s just that you haven’t been as focused as you should be during your lessons. And it’s not just with me, the King has noticed you’ve been more aloof with your teachings. Merlin has taken notice as well and so has Riku.” Hera hung her head in shame, should she tell Aqua about the dreams and the young boy? No, surely she would think the Princess crazy for looking into something like dreams. And falling in love with an apparition whom you don’t even know the name of would get her a lecture from the King. Hera couldn’t come up with a response quick enough but Aqua took the silence as something different. “You seem so worn out. Maybe you haven’t been getting enough sleep?”

At that, Hera’s head shot up, “Yes! Yes Master Aqua, that’s exactly it!” The sudden change in demeanor startled the blue haired Master from her train of thought. “I’m just so tired as of late Master Aqua. I think it would be best if I went off to bed now even. I had my dinner sometime before training so I’m not hungry.” Aqua blinked a few times. Hera seemed...excited to go to bed? It was an odd development in her attitude for sure but it seemed to be an improvement to what it was before so Aqua let it slide for now.

“Of course Your Grace, I’ll send for Naminé to meet you in your chambers to assist you for the night. Sweet dreams Princess Hera.” It was hard for the young girl to contain her excitement and Aqua could have sworn she heard a whispered, They will be as Hera passed.

Naminé carefully brushed Hera’s hair in the large bed of the royal chambers. Both girls wore their nightgowns and were discussing the events of the day. Polly sat comfortably in Hera’s lap, listening just as intently as if she were to join the conversation at any moment.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were paying extra attention to Master Riku’s lessons today.” Hera jested with her best friend; a smirk proudly displayed on her face.

“At least one of us was.”

“Hey! Naminé!” The Princess turned to push the blonde girl as they both laughed in the empty, fire lit room. “He likes you, you know.”

“Oh please, I’m just a maid, he wouldn't like me.”

Hera thought about this for a moment as Naminé worked an intricate updo into the Princess's hair for the night. She could tell her friend was discouraged by this separation of class so she tried to lighten the mood, “If he rejects you, I’ll have him beheaded.” Naminé nearly choked on her own saliva and snorted out a laugh. Having accomplished her mission in making her friend laugh, Hera joined as well.

“As kind as that is, please Hera, don’t kill anyone on my behalf.” Naminé was grateful for the joke and Hera enjoyed the lack of formalities with her best friend. The conversation continued in this matter but before Naminé got up for the night, Hera asked her a question.

“You want me to draw you a picture?”

“Yes, please, if it’s not too much to ask?” Naminé, not wanting to refuse her friend or the Princess, took a piece of parchment from the desk, some graphite, and a flat board to give her some stability and joined Hera back on the bed.

“Alright Hera, what is your request?”

“I want you to draw the boy from my dreams.” Big, pleading blue eyes met confused blue ones as Naminé took in what Hera asked.

“I-Your Grace-Hera, you know that I don’t know what he looks like, yes?”

“Oh, I know. That’s why, you’re going to sit next to me and I’m going to watch you draw as I describe him to you.” Hera grabbed the pillow next to her and made room for her friend and tapped the spot. A small smile adorned the Lady’s face as she made herself comfortable and ready for the long night ahead of her.

~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the Kingdom, some yards away from the borders, a young farm boy sat upon the roof of his home looking at the horizon as the sky changed from warm tones to cool blues and the stars greeted him for the night. He came to look out into the sky when he needed to clear his head. And after having a busy day of training, fram work, and running errands, Ventus was in need of a small break. Not to mention that this moment alone gave him some time to think about the spirit girl he saw in his dreams. At first, Ventus just blew it off. Strange dreams happen all the time, take ‘em with a grain of salt. But then, she kept coming back, the same girl, in the same forest, with the same dress, and the same beautiful smile. God that smile. It was barely noticeable with the form that she took in his dreams but Ven was in love with it nonetheless.

He chuckled to himself. There I go again, Terra would have a fit if he could hear me. Falling in love with a forest spirit just because she danced with you in a recurring dream was ridiculous. Right? Ventus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, groaning when he had to pick more sticks out from when he fell herding the animals earlier. That girl made sleeping more exciting yet also somewhat frightening. Why did he see her all the time? Was she some sort of nymph? Was she even real? Would she love him back? And, why did he feel such disappointment if the answer was no? He didn’t even know this girl, and yet? Ventus put his hand over where his heart would be and gripped that part of his shirt. This girl had his heart and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“Ven? Ventus? Where are you?” Terra stepped out of the house to call for the young boy. It made Ven laugh just a bit. No matter how many times Ventus escaped to this spot, Terra never thought to check there. “Come on Ven, you’ll never get to be a royal guard if you don’t get a good night’s sleep!”

“And you will never be a detective if you don’t think to check in the obvious spots for the suspect.” Terra turned to see that Ventus was in fact, on the roof. They both shared a laugh and Ven made his way down. “If you keep yelling then you’ll wake the Tama Sheep and the Electricorn.” They both made it back inside the house and Ventus sat with a warm tea Terra had made. The young blond sat and stared at the tea with a look that was both focused and unfocused all at once.

“Hey Terra, do you believe in love at first sight?”

The brunette sat across from the boy and pondered the question, “I think it’s possible. I think that if someone really is the one then you’ll just know.”

“Hmm.”

“You thinking about your dreams again?”

“Yeah. It’s always with the same girl. She comes to that forest, doesn’t say a single thing to me, just laughs, and we dance. They’re getting more frequent and-” Ventus paused a small smile creeping onto his face.

“And?” With raised eyebrows, Terra waited for a response.

“And...I saw her face.” Ven couldn’t hide the smile or blush at this point and Terra’s eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. “It was all ghosty and weird like the rest of her but I could see her eyes and the way they had so much life to them. I saw her and I just fell for her, Terra. Even more than I already am in love with her.”

“Does she look like anyone you know? Maybe it’s someone from the marketplace?”

“No, her clothes look different from that of the marketplace or even from the nearby towns. I could be wrong but they kinda look like a type of nobility.”

“Wow, look at you; dreaming about a Duchess.” It never crossed either of their minds as they drank the tea that the mysterious girl could have been a princess. Terra listened more to Ven’s recounting of dreams as it got a bit later. An hour had passed and the tea was all gone and both boys sat at the table trying to figure out what to do about the spirit girl.

“I think you should go talk to a woman who goes by Fairy Godmother. No one knows her real name but she is really good at figuring out people’s dreams. She lives on the far side of Traverse Town near the kingdom borders.” Ven listened closely. “If anyone can help you out, it’s her.” It was discussed that Ventus would take one of the Yoggy Rams and travel there tomorrow morning.

By early morning light, Ventus did just that. It was a long ride but not too tedious. Around mid-afternoon Ventus arrived at Traverse Town and began asking for this Fairy Godmother. Some people lead him to the back of the town where, in the middle of a water well, there was a house that was similar to that of a doll’s but less childish. Ventus carefully walked over the rocks with his Yoggy Ram to the front door and gave it a pensive knock. He waited no more than a minute when a kind looking older woman answered the door. She smiled at him like she was his grandson and enveloped him into a hug.

“Oh hello young man, it’s good to see you. Please, please, come in. Let your Ram drink from the water around my house. I don’t mind. I just prepared some warm milk if you would like some.” Fairy Godmother brought him into the quaint living room and he lifted the milk to his lips taking a sip. It tasted faintly of vanilla and hazelnut; it made Ventus smile. “So,” Fairy Godmother sat across from him in her own plush chair, “How can I help you dear.”

“My friend told me that you could help me with my dreams?”

She lightly laughed and placed her tea cup down, “Yes, he is correct; dreams tend to be my specialty. Tell me everything my dear.” Ventus did just that. From the smiles, to the laughs, and all the joy he felt in between. When he finished, he sat anxiously for the answer. “Hmm, this sounds like a very special girl.”

“She is Fairy Godmother.”

“But you have never seen her before?”

He hung his head, “No I haven’t Fairy Godmother.”

“And yet you’re in love with her.” There was no malice in this question and she asked knowing exactly what his answer would be.

Ventus sighed, the milk long finished as he searched for his answer, “I-Fairy Godmother, I know it sounds crazy to love someone you have never met but, my heart tells me that she is someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t have much to give. I am a stable boy who is training for a guard position and doesn't have much control of his Keyblade yet and I can be kinda naive but I love her. More than anything.”

The Fairy Godmother smiled at his answer; it had exceeded her expectations. “That’s even better than what I had expected you to say.” She stood up and went to a bookshelf and handed him a map. A map of the kingdom more specifically. “You see this area?” She pointed to an unnamed forest that was about halfway to the castle and his ranch. “There is no name on the map but people call it The Somnium Forest. It’s a magical forest where people go when they need help in their lives. They say that it feels like time stops when you enter and no one leaves the forest unsatisfied. The inside of the forest, they say, never looks the same for one person.” She held Ventus’ hands in hers, “Tomorrow young man, I want you to go to the Somnium and walk around for a bit. I’m sure it will help you with your dreams.”

Ventus wasn’t sure how a forest would help, but he was willing to try. He gave the Fairy Godmother one last hug and left with his Yoggy Ram.

Returning to the castle once more. Hera walked around the grounds with more disdain than usual. Why? She didn’t dream about the boy. His picture was carefully placed in her tea-length dress pocket (courtesy of a very late drawing session with Naminé) but having the paper wasn’t the same as seeing him in her dreams. It had only been a day and yet it was enough to put her in an upsetting mood. It was to the point that she didn’t want to hang around the castle anymore. That was how she found her way to the library asking Merlin for his map of the kingdom.

“Any place you want to go, in particular Young Hera?” He asked with his usual chipper tone.

“No, just want to explore, get out for a bit.” Hera held her head in her left hand as her right hand grazed over the different locations of the map, pointer finger out. She could go to the castle town? No, that was far too close to home. She could go to the outskirts and explore the hills that acted as the land border on the west side? No, if she was gone for too long Aqua would have a fit. Her eyes noticed a forest and that peaked her interest. “Merlin, what’s this place?”

He adjusted his glasses, “Ah! You mean The Somnium Forest? It’s a place where dreams come true as they say.” He takes a sip of his tea, “People go in there and not one person leaves upset. Forest is magical.”

“A magical forest?” Hera could use some more magic in her life. And even if it wasn’t, having the comfort of a forest setting could give her some semblance of her dream. “Thank you for your help Merlin, could I trouble you to watch Polly while I’m gone?”

“Oh it would be no trouble at all Princess! I love the little thing after all. Come along Polly, let’s see what potions I can make to help Aerith in the garden.” The Meow Wow and the Wizard walked in tandem as Hera packed the map and made her way to the stables. As much as she wanted to leave with no one’s notice, the brunette unfortunately ran into Aqua.

“Oh Princess Hera, why are you heading to the stables?”

“I just wanted to take my Pegaslick and explore for a bit. I’m not sure when I will be back so can you tell Naminé that she has the rest of the day off? Maybe tell her to have some sweets with Master Riku.”

“Princess, by yourself? Are you sure you don’t want me to join you? I could quickly-”

“No, Master Aqua, I’m fine.” Hera didn’t feel good about brushing her Master and protector off but she needed to go to this forest. It was calling her the same way her dreams did.

She got to the stables and had the royal stable boy Prompto helped ready her Pegaslick. “The reins are all good, Your Grace, enjoy your ride.”

Hera took off after a quick thank you and without a second thought. It was difficult to ride while holding the map but after an hour, Somnium Forest greeted her. She got off the Pegaslick and decided to walk the remainder, her companion close to her side.

Upon entering, the Princess did feel different. There was a strong happiness that washed over her. The fresh smell filled her nose and the grass seemed so soft that she took off her riding boots, hanging them on the saddle and continued barefoot. Eventually, Hera found herself walking deeper into the trees but she couldn’t find it in herself to worry about getting lost. A part of her knew that she wasn’t. In fact, the way the trees and flowers created a path. And the light through the trees. Her dress flowing in the soft breeze and the birds. It all made her stop to pinch herself.

“This has to be a dream.” A whisper that she barely heard left her lips but the muzzle of her Pegaslick acted as a reasurace that this was all real. With a new found fervor, Hera kept going.

On the other hand, Ventus was having the same feeling of déjà vu; only he bounded into the forest with reckless abandon. All these trees, flowers, and rocks he rode past were familiar to him. And as he approached a clearing, he knew this was the moment of truth.

They stared at each other on either side of the clearing. Both shook with excitement but neither moved out of fear of breaking this perfect scene. Ventus had to get off his Yoggy Ram but his eyes never once left hers. Carefully, they approached and once they met in the middle?

“You-are you-?” Hera couldn’t speak. So overwhelmed with joy that he stood before her as a flesh and blood person and not just some apparition. Rather she took out her drawing from the dress pocket and held it up. “It is you.”

Ventus held her face and she leaned into his touch. He wiped a tear that fell from her eye and nodded his head. “The boy from the dreams? Yes, that’s me.” Hera dropped the picture and hugged him. Her arms around his middle and his holding her head into his chest.

“I thought you weren’t real. I thought the universe was playing a horrible trick on me.”

“I promise I’m real. My name is Ventus, and I have wanted this moment ever since that first dream we had.” The dropped drawing was retrieved and put back into her pocket.

“Ventus,” What a beautiful name, “I am Hera. Your voice is so wonderful! I’m so glad to finally hear it!”

“The Princess? I’m so stupid for not recognizing you sooner. I must say Hera,” Ven brushed her hair behind her ears, “The dreams don’t do you justice. I didn’t think there could be a blue more clear than the sky, yet your eyes puts it to shame.” Hera blushed and smiled, wiping some tears from her cheeks. “There is just one thing missing to make our dream a reality.” Hera tilted her head. What more could they want? “There may not be music but, may I have this dance?”

He was right, no music played in this forest, but Hera happily accepted his hand as they moved across the grass. The laughter sounded even better than any of the nights they shared.

Off behind the trees, Aqua watched with the purest expression. Against her better judgement, she followed the young Princess to see if she was alright. Once she saw Hera with this young boy she knew everything was fine.

“So, you followed her I’m assuming?” Aqua looked and saw Terra approach as he went to the spot next to her.

“Yes, and I take it that he is yours?”

“Yeah, less ‘mine’. I’m more of his friend slash guardian.” They watched the kids dance and laugh and converse in the clearing. Terra broke their silence again, “Ventus, he’s training to be a royal guard.”

“Is he now?” Aqua smiled as she knew where this conversation was headed.

“Yes, I’m just a stable boy like him but I did undergo some training as well. I teach him everything and he is a very fast learner. I don’t want to overstep my boundaries but, perhaps the Princess could use another personal guard?”

Aqua laughed and didn't take her eyes off of the lovely couple as, "Yes, I'm sure Her Majesty would love that."

#I hope I did your baby justice Sammi #I feel like the ending was kinda a let down but I hope you like it Sam!#I took what you said about Ven being inspired by Link and kinda added to that.#The only Link I know is from Twilight Princess so that is my inspiration. :)#but this was so much fun to write #as you can tell #I love fantasy/royal aus #and I am Hera's aunt so I thought this was fitting #Plus i wanted to do something nice for your birthday since you drew something for me #I'm just glad I wrote it on time #Hera x Ventus #kingdom hearts #ocs #original character #not my oc #my writing #OUaD #enjoy

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and he will come back home

because these people are his family. and this place is his home.

or, six times out of many aaron hotchner realised that other things may change us but we do indeed, start and end with our family because they are the people that love us, without any conditions, and not in spite of, but because of, our flaws.

this is literally pure fluff because someone *ahem* @whump-town *ahem* has been posting sad things which made me want to write something sweet.

nobody asked for this. literally nobody. however, it made me happy, so now everyone else has to put up with it.

trigger warnings: references to child abuse (physical and sexual) as both hotch and morgan’s pasts are mentioned very briefly

read on ao3!

1. Jennifer

“Eat.”

Hotch looked up from his paperwork in surprise. JJ was stood in front of his desk, hands on her hips, somehow managing to intently stare both at him and the plate she’d put down in front of his name plate.

He hadn’t even heard her come in. But the door had been open, and the unspoken rule was that, unless his door was closed, nobody in the team needed to announce themselves. JJ and Dave were the only ones to actually follow that rule, everyone else knocking first. He used to think it was because he was unapproachable, but now he knew better. It was just what they preferred to do, just in case they were intruding.

Instead of taking the plate, he looked down at his watch. Time had gotten away from him, and he hadn’t eaten in about five hours, or however long it had been since him and Jack had eaten breakfast. In fact, Jack was probably the only reason he remembered. Because children copied their parents, and he couldn’t exactly tell Jack to eat his cereal if all he was doing was sipping some coffee.

In his defence, skipping lunch had not been the plan. There was just so much paperwork, and Strauss had needed to meet with him, and then there was the budget reports- and okay, maybe he had been intending to work through lunch. Sue him. He’d been feeling nauseous for days now, and he had no idea why. What he did know, was that eating made it worse. So did not eating, but still.

It was worse when he ate.

“JJ, I have all this paperwork,” he said.

“I know. Which is why you need to eat.”

He stared at her. She simply smiled and pushed the plate towards him. He actually looked at it now.

“That is-”

“A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Yes. One of the few things you can stomach when you’re feeling sick.”

“How did you even?”

“I love you.” And it was the way that she said the words, so easily, without any hesitation or expectation attached that made him pick up the sandwich. He thought she would stay, at least until he’d taken the first few bites, but instead she stood, smiled and left.

He tried not to let it sting. She had a job to do as well.

But she came back, holding her own sandwich. “I know you hate eating alone. I just wasn’t about to come in here with my own lunch, or else you’d just watch me eat.”

She sat down in the chair opposite him and immediately took the pile of files that needed to be completed from him. As she bit into her sandwich, crumbs dropping onto her skirt, she started flicking through them. Hotch made a faint noise of protest. JJ just gave him the same look she gave her son when he wouldn’t go to sleep.

Aaron ate his sandwich.

“Let’s see. Morgan’s. Emily’s. Morgan again. And again. That’s Dave’s. Me and Garcia told Strauss the system crashed so technically, you don’t have the figures for that, which means I can just,” she throw that folder in the bin.

The next few minutes passed in a similar way. By the time she was done sorting, his pile was reduced to two files, both of which would be done by two. Which meant he could go pick up Jack.

“Thanks JJ,” he said. Not just for the sandwich, or for the files. For everything.

She smiled. “It’s not a problem.”

For once, he believed her.

2. Spencer

It had been a while since Hotch had done a custodial interview with Reid. After the whole Chester Hardwick incident, he tended to send Reid with Morgan. Or Prentiss. Or anyone that wasn’t him. One time, to give Anderson some more experience, the two of them had gone together.

He had no idea what had happened, but he never got the reports from either of them. And when he logged onto the database to see if they had gone to Rossi, or even Garcia for convenience, there was no evidence of the trip ever occurring. And that was when he decided that he didn’t want to know.

But that was irrelevant to their current situation. His ear was hurting. Reid had offered to drive them back because Hotch had done the drive there. Under normal circumstances, Hotch would have rather sat in a car with Morgan during the hunt for an unsub than let Reid drive. However, if anyone was going to cause an accident right now, it was him.

The ringing in his ears had only gotten worse as their prisoner had refused to talk. The lack of noise had made it the only thing he could focus on. And now, in the car, they were sat in silence. Reid was narrowing his eyes at other cars, being ever so cautious with the gas, focusing intently. And Hotch was glad that he wasn’t getting distracted, but he really needed to hear something.

He could also feel himself drifting off, Reid’s speed and the movement of the car soothing, especially given that normally it was him that needed to pay attention to the road. But every time he thought he was about to fall asleep, the piercing sound would get worse. And he would jolt, now fully awake.

Until he just didn’t.

When he woke up, he was confused. The surroundings had completely changed. And the radio was on. Some classical music he didn’t know the name of, but he had memories of dancing with Penelope at one of the FBI functions with that playing in the background. The thought made him smile.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and turned to face Reid. “Where are we?”

“I took a slight detour because you finally looked peaceful. Also, is the music okay? Lots of studies show that for people with hearing problems, having something soft play in the background helps them sleep. I don’t know what you think about classical music, but something called WAP, maybe? just did not seem like your thing.”

Hotch smiled. “Spencer, it’s fine. It’s perfect actually.”

Reid grinned back at him. “Good. Also when I took us on a detour, I got a bit lost so we’re now an hour away from Quantico.”

Hotch shook his head, fondly, but rested his head against the window once more, letting the soft piano and violin soothe him to sleep again, feeling completely and utterly safe.

3. Emily

“I can do it,” Emily said, poking her head through the door.

Hotch jumped in his chair, rolling his eyes when he realised it was just her, almost giving him a heart attack. Again. Probably for the thirtieth time that week. Dave, who was sat opposite him, just smirked, head resting on his cheek and Aaron silently cursed him. He must have known.

“Emily. How long have you been standing there?” he asked.

She smiled. “Long enough to know that you have a meeting with Strauss but Jack needs picking up from school because at four he’s going to the dentist. Which is why I’m saying that I can do it.”

Dave stood. “I’m going to take this as my cue to leave.”

Hotch watched as he left and Emily took his seat.

“Emily,” he said with a sigh.

“Aaron,” she responded, mocking his tone.

“It’s unfair to ask you to do that,” he said. What he meant was that he didn’t want to inconvenience her or her plans because he couldn’t get his dates straight, and that he should just cancel his meeting because fuck Strauss.

“These things happen. And Strauss will behead you if you miss this meeting. Jack and I will be fine. And besides, would you really deprive him of time with his favourite aunt?”

Damn Emily Prentiss and her ability to always know what he was thinking. “Em, I know you love Jack. And he loves you, but I still can’t ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. And even if you say no, I’ll still turn up. I’m on the list of approved people, they won’t stop me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

And four hours later, Jack walked through the steps of the BAU, with an unusually wide grin for somebody that had just gone to the dentist. Emily was smirking.

“You didn’t,” were the first words out of Hotch’s mouth. Jack ran towards his dad and Hotch crouched down to high-five him. He winced when he realised he now had sticky hands.

“He deserved a treat for his perfect teeth,” Emily said.

“Yeah! Auntie Emmy said that you would understand and she got you a surprise because she knew that would make you more happy,” Jack said, grinning.

Hotch looked up at Emily, who sheepishly held out a cupcake. He smiled at her. She relaxed.

Uncle Spencer was showing Jack a magic trick when he went over to her.

“You’re amazing with him,” he whispered.

She shrugged. “I just do the things that feel right.”

“That’s all any of us can do. But I do enjoy it when the two of you spend time together. It makes you smile.”

“It’s funny, because I think the same thing about you. You look happier with him.”

“You make me smile as well. You all do. I just- I never know how to say it.”

“But you don’t need to. We know you love us. It shows in everything you do. And we love you too.”

Hotch turned to watch his son laugh and smile with the rest of his aunts and uncles. They all looked so innocent. So happy. So beautiful.

“Yeah. I know that.”

4. Derek

“Is everyone else asleep?” Morgan asked as he sat opposite Hotch.

The case had been a long one, and they had only departed a half-hour ago, meaning they wouldn’t be landing till the early hours of the morning. Reid had, like with most cases, taken the couch. JJ and Emily were sharing a blanket, JJ resting her head on Emily’s shoulder and Dave was sat opposite them. Everyone’s eyes were closed. But with profilers, there were no guarantees.

“I think so. Why?”

“Because I’m about to ask you something that I don’t want everyone else hearing,” Derek said. Hotch closed the file and stared intently.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but have you decorated the apartment yet?”

Hotch closed his eyes. He hadn’t, but he kept meaning to. Jack’s room at the house had been completely to his taste, with superheroes plastered over every available service and stars stuck on the ceiling to help him sleep at night.

The whole house had been more homely than the apartment currently was. And Hotch had been planning to decorate ever since Haley passed away because that was Jack’s home now, it needed to look like one. But life had gotten in the way.

And every time he looked at a magazine, or went shopping, he just got completely overwhelmed. When him and Haley had moved into the house, he’d let her take over the decorating. And when he bought his apartment, the concern had been having it be equidistance from there and work. Not how it looked.

Obviously, that had now all changed.

“I don’t want to offend you, I just wanted to know,” Derek said, taking the silence as offence.

“You’re not offending me. And no I haven’t.” Hotch sighed. Morgan leant back, giving him the space to either speak or change the subject. “I do want to,” he continued. “I just- I get overwhelmed. And I don’t know how much choice Jack should have, you know?”

“I get it. What are you doing tomorrow?”

If it was Dave, Aaron would have lied. But it wasn’t.

“Nothing, if I’m being completely honest. I may take Jack to the library and the park but aside from that…”

“Let me take you shopping. I’ve seen your apartment, I know the layout. I’ll tell you what would work best in the area and you can say yes, no or maybe. If you don’t find anything, that’s fine, but at least you can get some ideas.”

Hotch smiled. “You’d really do that for me?”

Morgan nodded. “Course. I know what I said when Strauss suspended you, but I do like you.”

“Well I would hope so after all the times I’ve saved your ass,” Hotch joked, setting the paperwork aside. The unsub was going to prison for a long time, it could wait.

Morgan’s taste was impeccable, and by the end of their shopping trip, they had purchased more decorative items than Hotch could carry. Luckily, Jack was okay with carrying the bag of wall stickers up, and he was content to babble on about everything he was going to do. Hotch had asked Morgan to stay for dinner, Jack making it impossible for him to leave.

When it got to Jack’s bedtime, he asked Morgan for a hug. Morgan bent down and embraced the kid, making eye contact with Hotch. Aaron knew what he was trying to say: neither of them would ever be capable of harming a child the way they had been.

“See you in the morning Hotch,” Morgan said, holding his hand out.

Hotch thought screw it and hugged him.

“Oh!” Morgan said with a laugh. “This is nice.”

Hotch pulled back with a smile. “Yeah. It is.”

5. Dave

When Hotch had first joined the unit, Dave learnt several things about him. One was that he wore the same suits pretty much all the time, the only difference being his tie. Two being that he hated lemon flavoured desserts with a passion, and if you injected enough morphine into him, he would tell you his literal court case for banning it.

The third, and arguably most important, was that every April, without fail, something would happen, and he would end up sick. One year it was learning he was allergic to shellfish. Another year it was chicken pox- which had been great. The year before he retired, Hotch had slipped down a hill and landed in poison ivy.

It had not been pleasant for anyone involved, even if secretly it had been hilarious to watch Hotch be forced to stay in the hotel because they didn’t know if he would pass it onto someone else.

This year, it seemed like it was the flu. When Dave answered the phone, Aaron had not sounded great. Now they were sharing a hotel room, and every few minutes, he would start coughing. It wouldn’t be a coughing fit, nor was it really enough to class him as ill, but Dave knew it was just the start.

He’d never been so glad that he had remembered to pack coughs syrup and various other medications. However, if he tried to help now, Aaron would probably do something stupid, like claim he would be fine because he did this every year, and every year he ended up not being fine.

The next day, it was clear he was unwell. He kept pressing one hand to his ear, his eyes were watery and there was a rather mortifying moment where his voice just went in the middle of his bad cop routine. Luckily, Emily was able to keep a straight face, but everyone else started giggling.

As soon as Hotch was out of the interrogation, Dave held up the cough syrup and car keys.

“You’re going to take this, and then I’m going to drive you back to the hotel. Then you’re going to get that jumper you technically stole from me, put it on and sleep. You’re not to come back till this flu passes.”

“Dave,” Hotch protested. That was the thing about him. He would be completely fine most of the time, but the moment he showed even the slightest symptom of sickness, it was only a matter of twenty-four hours before he completely shut down.

“Don’t make me phone Jessica,” Dave warned.

Hotch rolled his eyes, too tired to properly argue. A nap did sound good.

“Open up,” Dave said.

“I can give myself cough syrup,” Hotch said. However, that required him opening his mouth, so Dave just shoved the spoon in with a smirk.

It ended up knocking him out. Cough syrup always did. Dave smirked, took a quick picture and sent it to Garcia. It would be a cute surprise when Christmas came around.

Hotch was conscious enough to change into the jumper Dave had let him wear once- Hotch had been an idiot and not packed a single item of knitwear, which had led to Dave just sighing and passing his own jumper on, and then never getting it back- and the pyjama bottoms that were so worn, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d had them since he joined.

“You’re really nice to me Dave,” Hotch mumbled, voice muffled by the hotel pillows.

Dave brushed his hair off his forehead and kissed him softly. He felt far too warm already. But it was fine. Hotch would complain, JJ would stare and he would obey the orders he’d been given.

“Get some rest kiddo,” Dave said, switching the lamp on and closing the curtains.

By the time they were flying back to Quantico, Aaron was fine. Dave was more than a little smug about that- not that he would ever take credit for his recovery, or anything like that. Nope. That was not who he was.

6. Penelope

Hotch loved all of his team. How could he not? They were his family. No, more than that. They were his chosen family.

But there was something about Penelope Garcia that he just loved even more. It wasn’t that she was his favourite, that was a bad way of wording it, but he was in awe of her entire being. The confidence with which she wore the clothes that made her feel beautiful, because screw the FBI clothing regulations, never failed to make him smile.

Her flirty comments- whether they were aimed at him or someone else- always made the colour rise in his cheeks. He had been raised in the south, where holding hands without a marriage proposal was seen as scandalous- and okay that was an exaggeration, but the point still stood. It kept them all of their toes.

But more than all of that, it was her complete and utter faith in humanity that made him love her in a different way to the rest of the team. She was always so good, and so kind and so loving. They had all seen what the world did to the people that saw beauty. Hell, she’d been on the receiving end of it all. And yet somehow, she never wavered. Even when she was upset, she managed to find the joy.

Garcia loved her boss as well. Not in a weird, forbidden romance way. Just as a best friend. He was always so sweet to her. And everyone else. He did everything he could to get her systems upgraded, always apologising when he couldn’t. Sometimes, when she needed a break from the screens and her bunker, she would just sit in his office, admiring various things.

She still couldn’t understand how he didn’t even know what half the certificates he had were for.

Garcia had spent a decent amount of time in Hotch’s office. And it just always seemed a bit boring. He kept a photo of the team in his desk drawer, alongside a bottle of wine that Rossi had told him to hide- if Strauss ever asked, nobody had even heard of alcohol- but it wasn’t very welcoming.

Hotch was welcoming. She never had any trouble going into the office when he was there. But aside from the heavy books to do with the law on the bookshelf behind him- you could take him out of the prosecutor’s office, but you could never truly get rid of the prosecutor within him- and the photo of Jack on his desk, it wasn’t him.

She hated having to grab things when he wasn’t there.

It became her mission to find a way to get it decorated. But she just never knew what to do, and she wasn’t about to tell the team. This was her special mission.

The team were coming back from a difficult case. JJ had warned her that Hotch had taken it particularly hard, so to maybe tone down whatever surprises she had planned. Garcia had put the brownies she’d made into the fridge. Damn profilers and their stupid abilities that meant they always knew when something was going on.

She was sat in Hotch’s office, just waiting for him to enter.

When he did, she stood up.

“Sir.”

He jumped. “Garcia.”

“I have something for you. It’s for your office.”

He raised an eyebrow, and suddenly, it felt like a terrible idea. She glanced round the office, at it’s neutral walls, the desk, devoid of anything put his pen pot and nameplate, the chairs that didn’t even have patterned cushions. Even the spare blanket he kept in there was plain.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be for your office, you could always put it in your bedroom. Actually, that’d probably be weird too. If you hate it, just say and I can always return it or you could give to Jack. I bet Jack would like it. If you don’t. If you do-”

“Penelope, I’m sure it’s beautiful,” he said, with the broad smile he only ever used with her.

“Right. Well, here you go.”

She held out the bag. He opened it.

“It’s a plushie.”

“Not just any plushie. It’s a beanie baby. And it’s called Bandito. I picked it because it’s got the same birthday of you. See look at the tag. Also it’s a raccoon. I don’t know if you realised that. I get now that it may be a bit weird. It’s just I was thinking about how impersonal your office is- not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just thought that maybe, it would be nice.”

When he looked at her, she could’ve sworn there were tears in his eyes.

“Penelope, I love it. I- nobody has ever put that much thought into buying me a plushie before. I mean, nobody ever really bought me soft toys. Thank you.”

She grinned. “Don’t thank me, you deserve it. So can I hug you? This feels like a huggy moment.”

He nodded, a little hesitant. She hugged him, pretending to not notice when she felt the sleeve of her cardigan dampen slightly.

When he pulled away, she held onto his hand for a few more seconds before letting go. He put the raccoon next to his pen pot, where anyone walking past or in would see it.

“It looks perfect,” he said.

Strauss tried to make a snide comment about it the next time they had a meeting. Hotch retaliated by buying one that had the same birthday as Garcia. And by the end of the year his office had one matching up with Jack, Sean, Jessica and Haley- all in various places.

He kept the ones corresponding with the team on his desk. Because they were his family. And every time he sat down at his desk, he would be reminded that he was home.

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When I Have You - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

It turned out that Percy had failed to inform his parents that the woman he was bringing to the Burrow had only just found out that magic, wizards and a whole lot of other things were real. They arrived later than everyone else, Percy looking very flustered and red-faced and panting breathlessly. They came through the front door, rather than the fireplace — apparently they’d walked all the way from the village.

“Everyone,” he said, pausing another moment to catch his breath. “I want you to meet… Audrey. My, er, girlfriend.”

Ron’s first thought about Audrey was that Ginny had been absolutely right. She was a female, Muggle version of his brother. She wore a pin-striped skirt, a white blouse, and her dark brown hair was drawn into a tight bun with not a strand out of place. On her face was a pair of plain, rectangle glasses. The only real difference was their height. She was almost a whole foot shorter than Percy.

“Hi, dear,” Molly said, coming over to hug Audrey. “It’s lovely to meet you at last. Percy really hasn’t said much about you.” She looked Audrey up and down, keeping a pleasant smile on her face. “Where is it you work, dear? What department?”

Percy turned a very deep shade of red, and before Audrey could answer what seemed like an innocent question, he guided Audrey to an empty chair at the magically extended table. The poor girl was looking rather bewildered, her eyes darting around and taking in all of the odd things going on around her. They eventually settled on the dishes in the sink cleaning themselves and her lip trembled slightly, though she did well to contain her shock and set her eyes to look impressed by the action.

Ron looked at Harry, and they grinned at one another. This was going to be an interesting evening if she thought that was the highlight.

Eyeing Audrey suspiciously, Molly took her own place at the table and took out her wand. With a wave, all the food zoomed over from the benches and landed in the centre. Audrey, Ron thought, handled that part very well. She only jumped a little.

“This… this looks lovely, Mrs Weasley,” she said. “And thank you for having me over to your… lovely home.” She forced a smile and looked up at Molly.

“It’s no problem, dear,” Molly said, still not looking overly convinced. Her eyes flickered to Percy, who was pointedly helping himself to some mashed potato and not looking at his mother. “So, Audrey, where did you say you worked again?”

It seemed that Percy might have coached Audrey fairly well leading up to this meeting, because rather than answering, she looked at Percy as if waiting for him to answer for her.

Unable to pretend he couldn’t hear anymore, Percy set down the spoon with the potato on it and looked up at everyone. All eyes were on him and his girlfriend, causing him to blush horribly. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, you see…” He coughed again. “Audrey, she’s… she’s an accountant.”

“An accountant?” Molly asked, her eyes widening. “Really? You mean for —”

“No, Mum,” Percy mumbled, turning his gaze to Audrey and offering half a smile. “She’s… Audrey is a… she doesn’t have magic. Nor does anyone in her family. She’s a —”

“I believe he used the word ‘Muggle,’” Audrey said.

A gasp, followed by Arthur knocking over his drink, was the only sound that followed.

“No!” Arthur exclaimed, and all eyes turned to him. His smile was so wide it reached his ears. “A Muggle? In my house? Oh, what a day!”

Ron snorted into his drink. Bill also smiled.

“Told you,” Percy muttered to Audrey, his own mouth quivering.

Molly, however, stared at Percy in complete disbelief. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to protest such a revelation, and Ron found himself holding his breath in anticipation. But then, like everyone else sitting around the table, she smiled. In fact, she beamed. "Oh, that explains so much!" she cried cheerfully. "Please, help yourself to anything you want, dear."

"Th-thank you," Audrey said, glancing nervously to Percy, who nodded encouragingly.

Ron was very impressed, he had to admit. Despite looking nervous, she didn’t seem terrified — not even when an owl zoomed through the open window carrying the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.

Percy must have thoroughly educated her if that didn't scare her.

"So, tell me, then," Molly said once they'd all piled their plates with food, "how on Earth did the two of you meet?" She looked eagerly between the couple, smiling.

"By chance," Percy said. "We bumped into each other, quite literally. Audrey was delivering a message — to the Ministry, actually, though she didn't know it — and I happened to be waiting to meet someone else by the visitor's entrance. Neither of us were looking and —"

"Fascinating!" Arthur said, staring fondly at Audrey. "Tell me, in your job, do you use one of those com… com-pee-tah things?"

Audrey looked questioningly at Percy, who shrugged.

"I think he means computer," Harry said.

"Oh… oh, yes I do," Audrey said, though her eyes didn't leave Harry's. "You, er, know how to use one?"

Harry shook his head. "No, was never allowed. My cousin, however…"

Audrey's eyes widened. "Your cousin wasn't… wasn't magical?"

"Not in the slightest," Harry said, grinning. "If you knew him you'd understand."

"So, there are other people then," Audrey said, "who are like me, who know —"

"Heaps," Ron said. "We call them Muggleborns, if they're born to non-magic parents. So their parents have to know, right? Then obviously people marry into…" Percy went so red he matched the tomatoes in front of him. "Well, obviously they know," Ron said quickly.

"Oh… I didn’t know that," Audrey said. "I thought —"

"We do have laws, dear," Molly said. "About revealing ourselves, but I trust Percy has looked into the logistics of that?"

Percy nodded.

"They are laws under a pretence of being strict," Ron said, "but really… they are laxed whenever someone sees fit, such as a marriage, you know... Harry, here, grew up not knowing magic." He jabbed a thumb in Harry's direction. “And my girlfriend, Hermione — she isn’t here tonight — she's a Muggleborn, I mentioned them before. Her parents don't have magic. I’ll introduce the two of you when she’s done with school. She knows heaps about the Muggle — er, your — world. Will probably make you feel more comfortable."

"But she is… has… magic?" Audrey asked.

"Well, yeah, but she still knows heaps of stuff to talk to you about. Like those television things and telephones and money…"

Harry looked at Ron, appearing mildly impressed that he'd managed to pronounce the words correctly. "She's been teaching me," he murmured. Harry grinned.

"I must say, dear, you seem to be handling this very well," Molly said, sounding impressed. "No one would blame you if you felt completely overwhelmed."

"No, no, Percy has been gradually educating me on everything," Audrey said. "Things like how you got dinner to fly onto the table, the owl coming in… I've seen that before."

"Oh, lovely!" Molly said.

"But you'll have to teach me the way you use post!" Arthur said. "I'd love to learn the logistics of your postal system. It's always fascinated me!"

"Has he shown you Apparating yet?" Bill asked.

Audrey turned to him. "Appa-what?"

"It's where we can vanish into thin air and appear miles away a second later."

Audrey's eyes widened.

"Not yet!" Percy hissed, glaring at Bill.

Bill gave a big, toothy grin.

Audrey looked around at everyone at the table, eyes wide. “You can… just vanish into thin air? Just like that?” She turned to Percy. “You can… do that?”

“Well, it takes some training, and is actually very difficult,” Bill confessed, still smiling (he looked delightfully happy, Ron realised), “but everyone sitting at this table is capable of doing it.”

At those words, Audrey looked rather impressed, and Ron made a mental note to tell Ginny that she was exactly like Percy. She had suddenly found herself in a family, who to her, were good at achieving difficult things.

“Harry and I just got our licenses!” Ron told her. “You need a license to do it. Bit like driving a car, I s’pose.”

Everyone looked at Ron, surprise on their faces.

He shrugged. “What? I’ve been spending a lot of time with Hermione and her parents. I’ve learnt some things.”

“Fascinating, fascinating,” Arthur said, grinning. “Ron, you really must invite the Grangers over here at some point too. I’d love to pick their brains on their teeth jobs. It’s all highly fascinating.”

Audrey frowned, turning to Harry, who had helped her on Arthur’s last attempt to talk to her.

“He, um, means dentists,” Harry said quietly.

“Oh.”

“Yes, dentists. Such fascinating things Muggles do. I mean, for us, it’s just a simple spell. A Healer can mend teeth with a wave of their wand…”

Audrey looked at Harry again. “Wizarding doctor,” he muttered.

And rather than looking overwhelmed like Ron might have expected, this new information seemed to please Audrey. “Oh, I’m learning so much. It’s all so interesting. I can’t believe I never knew. There were stories, books, but I never thought…”

“Well,” Molly said with a gentle smile, “the stories have to come from somewhere, don’t they?”

“I suppose they do,” Audrey said thoughtfully. She looked around at them all again. “So, what do you all do for jobs? I know Percy works for some kind of transportation… magical transportation… but what about everyone else?” She stared at them eagerly.

“Well, Fleur and I here, we both work for Gringotts,” Bill said, indicating his wife beside him who had not spoken a single word. In fact, it was the first time Ron had looked at her, and he noticed she hadn’t really touched her food. He wouldn’t have put it past her to be displeased with sharing a table with a Muggle.

“That’s the wizarding bank,” Bill added hastily, though this didn’t seem like new information to Audrey. “I am a curse-breaker, specialising in Egyptian curses, though I’ve since moved back to England and work locally now.”

“Charlie works with dragons,” Molly said cheerfully.

“Dragons?” Audrey said.

“I suppose Percy never mentioned that, did he?” Bill chuckled, nudging Percy.

“N-no, he didn’t.”

Percy flushed.

“And Ron and Harry are training to be Aurors,” Molly continued, beaming. “They’re law enforcers, but the most elite kind. They’re doing such a wonderful job.”

Ron stared down at his food, but he did catch the impressed look Audrey gave him and Harry.

“George owns a joke shop with…”

The whole room fell silent at Bill’s unspoken word. They now all glanced down at their meals.

“Fred,” Audrey said softly. “Percy told me. I’m really sorry.”

After a moment, Molly said in a strained voice, “Well, he owned one. He’s been refusing to open it since… well since we lost Fred.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room and they all ate without speaking for some time. It was Audrey who broke it once more.

“And, you have a sister, don’t you? Ginny. Where is she?”

“School,” Percy muttered.

“But she could probably do whatever she wanted when she’s done,” Bill said. “She’s the smartest out of the lot of us.” He lowered his voice in a mock whisper. “She’s going out with Harry.”

Harry went rather red at that.

“And your girlfriend?” Audrey asked, turning to Ron. “She’s at school, too?”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “Yeah, and she’ll do whatever she wants too. She’s smarter than everyone.”

When no one contradicted the statement (Harry and Bill even nodding in agreement), Audrey seemed to determine that it wasn’t the words of some smitten boyfriend, and smiled, nodding. She looked thoroughly satisfied with how successful everyone seemed to be.

“Anyway,” Bill said, breaking another silence. “We asked Mum to have you all over for dinner — would have appreciated George and Charlie to come, but alas — because Fleur and I have some news.”

At this, Molly grinned, and Ron supposed that they weren’t announcing a divorce of any kind (Ginny would be so disappointed).

Making sure everyone was watching him now, Bill turned to Fleur and smiled. She returned it, though now that Ron was really looking at her, she didn’t look all that great.

“We’re having a baby!” Bill exclaimed. “A girl!”

Ron’s mouth fell open, but as he turned to catch Harry’s eye, he noticed that his friend did not look as surprised as Ron felt. In fact, as he took in each member of his family, it seemed that he was the only one to have not anticipated that this would be the news Bill and Fleur had so desperately wanted to share.

Molly clapped her hands in delight, hugging Fleur — who looked as if she wanted to throw up — and then Bill. “Oh, it’s so good to be able to finally share the news!” she cried. “Oh, I’m so thrilled for both of you!”

There was an all around congratulations for Bill and Fleur after that, Molly wiping away tears and repeating over and over how excited she was to have her first grandchild on the way soon. When it got to Ron’s turn, all he could think of to say was, “When?”

“Late April,” Bill said, beaming.

“Well, congratulations!” Ron then said, and he gave his brother a hug. “That’s great news!”

“Thank you. And I’m sure our little girl will love her Uncle Ron. You’ll make her laugh.”

Uncle. That was a word Ron had never really thought he’d hear. Not for him, though he supposed that was rather stupid of him to not consider it. Bill was married, Percy and Ginny were in relationships. He supposed it was bound to happen, and this baby wouldn’t be the only one.

The word was still playing over and over in his mind when Harry joined him some time later in the Burrow’s living room, collapsing onto the sofa, next to Ron. The smell of cooked food made Fleur too unwell to hang around much longer, so they’d left shortly after dinner. Percy had insisted on walking Audrey back to the village, where they were to stay the night before heading back to London the next day (apparently Percy didn’t wish to expose her to any form of transportation just yet — he’d even ridden the Muggle bus with her).

So it was just Ron, Harry, and his parents, who were talking amicably about the prospect of their future grandchild by the fireplace.

“Good news about Bill, eh?” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Ron said. “It is. I didn’t even think… it never occurred to me that that might happen, you know? Stupid, isn’t it?”

Harry smiled. “It got me thinking, though. About it all.”

Ron rounded on Harry so quickly that Harry sprung back against the sofa. “That’s my sister you’re talking about! She’s only just turned seventeen!”

“What? Oh, no, not that!” Harry said, and Ron felt himself relax.

Harry laughed. “Merlin, no. No… I was thinking about Teddy.”

“Oh, right. What about him?” Ron had not heard Harry mention Teddy once since the end of the war. If Ron was being honest, he’d forgotten all about Remus making him godfather to his son. So many other things had happened since May that it had not been at the forefront of his thoughts.

“Well, I think it might be time I try and make contact, you know?” Harry said. “I’ve been avoiding it, despite a few letters from Andromeda. I just didn’t think Teddy needed someone like me in his life, not while I was still trying to sort through everything after the war. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think I should at least try to bond with him. It’s what they wanted, right?”

“Yeah…” Ron said. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at Harry. “So, you want to spend time with Teddy?”

Harry nodded. “Maybe I’ll offer some babysitting on weekends or something to begin with? A few hours, and we’ll go from there. But now that we know Bill and Fleur are having a baby, well maybe it’s the best time to do it. Teddy can have a friend growing up. Someone similar in age.”

“I guess,” Ron said, picturing Harry walking around with a baby. It was a very disconcerting thought. “You plan on bringing him to our place?”

“Would that be a problem?” Harry asked, suddenly seeming to notice Ron’s hesitation.

“No, it’s your choice,” Ron assured him. “I’m just wondering if either of us know how to look after a baby.” He laughed. “Wouldn’t have a clue what to feed him.”

“Yeah… well… we can learn, can’t we?”

“Hermione and Ginny would know what to do, wouldn’t they?” Ron asked. “God, I miss them.”

“Would they?” Harry said. “I mean, Ginny’s the youngest, and Hermione has no siblings. I’m sure I’ll work it out, mate. It’ll be good practice.”

“Practice?” Ron asked, thinking he knew where Harry was leading to. “You mean… for us?”

“Yeah…” Harry said. “Not that I mean anytime soon, obviously, but —” he eyed Ron warily, “— one day.”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “One day.” His mind suddenly flashed to a few years ahead. It was a thought that had not really occurred to him until Harry had just mentioned it — the future. He’d been so focused on getting through the next few months, recovering from everything, that he’d not thought much further than the end of the next school year. But what was in store for him after that? For him and Hermione?

Would they get married? Would they have children? He’d like that, he supposed, but it was not a prominent thought in his mind. Not yet. They’d spent more months apart than they had together. If they ever lasted that long together (and Ron hoped that they would), then he knew that that part of their lives was way off, down the track somewhere. Many, many years away.

But now that the seed had been planted, he quite fancied the idea of being in Bill’s shoes one day, so to speak. He supposed in the meantime, he really could just enjoy being an uncle to Bill’s child, and whoever else decided to have children after that, as well.

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 4 years

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One Year of Love | 8

Pairing: Roger Taylor/Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: this has got to be the fluffiest thing yet from this story

Word Count: 2,117

Summer: Roger is smitten with a girl he can’t have in more ways than one

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(Y/N) quickly dressed in a floral top paired with a maroon mini skirt and tan boots and applied a bit of light makeup. She tossed her curls ever so slightly in the mirror before, grabbing her matching handbag and beige overcoat before rejoining the drummer in the kitchen. Roger was just finishing up wiping down the countertops when he heard her footsteps behind him. He turned around to face her as she placed her coat down on the armchair next to his, before placing a necklace around her neck. He thought his eyes were going to fall out of his skull at the way they bugged out. If she was beautiful before with flour on her face, then she was absolutely breathtaking now. “You look beautiful…” He found himself softly speaking before he even knew he was saying it.

(Y/N) paused and looked over at the blue eyed drummer with a smile as she walked over to the Cottage Pie that had been cooling on the counter. “Why thank you.” She smiled, placing the glass dish in the fridge, ready to be cooked later. “You’re looking pretty handsome yourself if you don’t mind me saying.” Roger smirked softly, trying to remember the last time he had been given a genuine compliment like that from any other woman than his mum or nan. “Shall we get going then?” She asked with a smile.

A while later, the pair strolled around The Serpentine in Hyde Park, passing other happy couples and families with children milling about. “So you’re a dental student, right?” She asked as they walked along the bank of the pond. “Gotta admit, you don’t strike me as the dentist type.”

“Believe me, I’m not, only reason I was in it to begin with was because of the money you can make out of it.” He explained. “But I really hate it. That’s why despite passing my final exams for the term I’m dropping out.” Roger admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

“No way! So what do you think you’ll do now?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Well I had passed my biology A-levels, rather enjoyed the subject, so just reckon I’ll do something with that then.” The former dental student shrugged. “But enough about that. It’s pretty boring.”

He chuckled softly looking up the road to see a little old woman selling bags of bread crumbs to feed the ducks that were floating near the bank of the pond, happily eating whatever the children threw their way. “You sir, would you like to feed the birds? Only 5p for a bag.”

The drummer looked to the girl on his arm, she nodded happily. “Sure why not.” He said fishing 5p from his trouser pocket. (Y/N) thanked the old woman, accepting the bag as Roger dropped the coin into her hand. before (y/n) pulled him over to a section of the bank of the pond where a pair of Mute Swans floated. “Swans? Aren’t they mean?” He questioned apprehensively as she kneeled down on the edge of the pond.

“Only if your mean to them.” She smiled up at the drummer as she opened the bag.

“Rather optimistic if you ask me.” Roger grimaced watching as she took a few crumbs from the bag. She held them in her hand which she held out to the white feathery creatures floating on the water. “Be careful (Y/N)! You don’t know what those things are capable of!” He warned her watching with fear in his eyes as she didn’t throw the crumbs into the water like the children further up the bank. “I don’t want to see you get bit!”

“Oh relax Blondie, would you?” She rolled her eyes, keeping still as the Swans swam up. Roger cringed in fear for what would happen as, rather hesitantly, the swans gently started to nibble on the bread in her hands. She smiled softly. “See Rog? They’re elegant, gentle creatures when you’re not insulting them by not offering them the same respect.”

The drummer walked closer, crouching down next to his date with an impressed smile. She looked like the princess out of the Sleeping Beauty disney cartoon his mother had taken him and his younger sister to see at the cinema when he was boy. She was so delicate and gentle with the swans, as if they would break if she so much as breathed wrong. The smile of her face was bright enough to rival the light from the sun. “Can I try…?” The drummer asked hesitantly as she pulled her hand back once it was empty.

The girl smiled at him, she hadn’t been expecting him to want to try with how apprehensive he had been earlier. “Cup your hands together.” She instructed. He did as told as she reached into the bag. She gently placed a handful of bread crumbs in the drummer’s hands before slowly and carefully guiding his hands to the ground on the edge of the bank so as not to scare away the already present swans. “Stay still now.” She smiled keeping a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it with her thumb. One of the swans slowly swam over to the edge of the back, eyeing the drummer suspiciously before, not without hesitation, starting to eat from his hands. The drummer’s face lit up like a streetlight as he looked over at (Y/N) before looking back at the swan excitedly. “There you are, see?”

“I’m doing it!” He cheered happily. “What the hell?” He nearly jumped feeling something brush up against his leg as a Manderin Duck, in all its colourful plumage glory, walked up next to him on the edge of the bank starting to eat from his palms like the swan. She smiled, reaching into the bag, pulling out a few of the smaller crumbs before placing a few on his shoulder. After she pulled her hand away a little Snow Bunting floated down from the sky, landing elegantly on his shoulder before pecking softly at the crumbs through the fibers of his coat. The drummer glanced at the bird out of the corner of his eye not wanting to scare it. “Of all the things I thought I was going to do today, this was not one of them.” He smiled happily, it radiated off him like heat from the oven and warmed her heart. He had never known that he would’ve enjoyed the non sex part of the date so much. (Y/N) had really opened his eyes to what it meant to feel at peace and happy. Truth be told he had never felt this at ease, this was actually quite fun...until the damn seagulls started to attack. Those greedy rats with wings flew down from the heavens, cawing and flapping around his head like maniacs. The poor drummer jumped, falling backwards onto the gravel, scaring away the Manderin Duck and Snow Bunting. Still persistent as ever, the seagulls flapped about, swooping in at the drummer. “Get the fuck off of me!” The drummer cried out flailing his arms in the air wildly in attempts to scare them off. (Y/N) quickly shook the bag at the seagulls gaining their attention before throwing the remaining contents off into the grass. Roger breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure as he looked over at (Y/N) who was wracked with laugher. “It’s not funny!”

“It kind of is.” She laughed helping him to stand.

“Those rats with wings! Probably would’ve pecked my eyes out in another minute!” He shook his fist angrily as they fought each other for whatever scaps they could get their beaks on.

“You tell them Blondie.” She giggled softly, lacing her arm with his again pulling him back along the path in the direction they had been heading.

Upon arriving back at her flat, (Y/N) was quick to get the Cottage Pie started in the oven while Roger went into the living room to throw on a record for the pair to listen to. “What would you like to drink?” She called from the kitchen, her head in the fridge. “I’ve got some beer, a bottle of wine.”

“You pick. I trust your opinion.” Roger called from the living room. Deciding that wine was more classy, she grabbed the bottle of pinot noir and two wine glasses before walking out into the living room. She found the drummer with a record in his hands, with his back to her, staring at the picture on the table next to her record player. “Is this you and your parents?” He asked, keeping his eyes trained on the picture. She couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven years old in the picture.

“Yeah…” She spoke quietly with a smile, placing the bottle and glasses down on the table.

“You look so happy here.” Roger smiled as he moved to put the record on the player.

“We were…” She smiled at the happy memory of that particular day as Roger dropped the needle onto the Frank Sinatra record he had chosen.

He quickly returned to her side before, not without a slight struggle, popping the cork out of the wine bottle. He poured the wine into the two glasses, offering the girl one with a soft, kind smile, pure happiness clouding over his ocean blue orbs. “To our wonderful first date.”

“To us…” She smiled, gently clinking her glass against his.

Once the Cottage Pie was pulled from the oven, the pair situated themselves on either side of the cardtable she used as a dining table. She stared at the drummer expectantly as Rogre took his first bite of the concoction. His eyes went wide with delight as he hurriedly took another bite. “Holy fuck, this has got to be the best cottage pie I’ve ever had in my entire life!” Roger praised with a groan of satisfaction.

“I told you.” She smiled digging into her own food.

The pair devoured the casserole before once again retreating to the couch, this time watching a program on the television. Slowly and cautiously, the drummer put his arm around the girl. Like she had the previous weekend, the girl stiffened ever so slightly. Roger held his breath, half expecting her to freak out again. She took a breath before slowly, she relaxed into his embrace with a sigh of happiness. He smiled softly, resting his head gently on hers as they continued to watch the programme. “(Y/N)?” He quietly asked after her after awhile. She hummed in response. “Do you think...well only if you want that is...that I could kiss you?” He studdered. He had never had to ask for permission before, all the other girls had always been so willing, but given her track record, he wanted to be sure that she was absolutely comfortable with everything he did. All he cared about was how she was feeling and if she was happy. He had never had these feelings for anyone before.

She was silent for a few moments before she sat up. “I don’t see why not.” She smiled softly.

The drummer smirked, his instincts kicking in as he slowly and cautiously reached a hand up to her cheek, gently caressing the skin. He was so incredibly gentle with her, as if she were a porcelain doll and would shatter with the slightest bit off too much pressure. She gently nuzzled her head into his touch before he leaned in, pulling her lips to meet his. There was a spark of electricity as their lips connected, one that the drummer had never felt before in his life. It was absolutely incredible as it sped through his body igniting every fiber of his being. This had to have been the softest, most tender kiss he had ever shared with anyone, and god did it feel amazing, just like he knew it would with her. (Y/N), though obviously nervous at first, slowly relaxed into the kiss, gently kissing him back. She had heard he was a good kisser, but no rumor did him justice. He was so precise with his movements, firm but gentle at the same time, intense but immensely sweet. She was putty in his hands. Roger pulled back after a few long moments, gently resting his forehead on hers, his hooded ocean blue orbs bore into her (e/c) gaze, his pupils dilated in happiness. “That was worth the wait.” He smiled softly.

“Told you it would be, Blondie.” She smirked. He leaned in, kissing her again. Of course the age old question of if there would be a second date weighed heavily on his mind. He didn’t know what he would do without one.

There was.

Part 9

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12.10.2020.

So yesterday I finally told my parents that I'll be taking my hijab off.

I wasn't planning on doing it just yet, but yesterday morning I was doing some thinking and I realized that I always put things off because I "don't feel ready" for them. Examples of this include not calling my dentist to book an appointment because I "wasn't prepared" to deal with the rude nurse who answers the phone, staying at a toxic workplace for 4 whole months longer than I wanted to because I "didn't feel ready" to tell my boss I wanted to quit, not telling my then best friend that I liked her romantically for a whole goddamn year because I "didn't think the moment was right". I have no idea where those thoughts came from since it was 8 in the goddamn morning and I was just sipping my coffee and watching dumb shit on youtube.

So after I (randomly) realized I tend to deny myself happiness and sometimes even my own health, I haphazardly decided to tell them I was taking the scarf off sooner than I planned. I initially wanted to wait until December, but I'm so happy I made the decision earlier.

So now we get to the bad part of the story. My mom and her constant guilt tripping, denial and downright childish behavior.

When I broke the news to her, she started rambling on about how she knew this wad going to happen, how I always make rash decisions, how I never listen to anyone's advice, how no one ever took the hijab off after putting it on et cetera et cetera. I made a point to try and not let that get to me, and to an extent I succeeded but I guess hearing about 10 000 implied insults per second gets to everyone and my lovely gut started cramping up almost like a menstrual cramp. Which was fun.

Then she starts throwing her hands around, first insulting me passively aggressively and then following it up "but it's your decision, you can do whatever you want". Classic.

"You don't respect my age. My heart can't handle this much stress." That really isn't my fault. How am I responsible for how you handle your own emotions, exactly? The answer is: I'm not. Just because you find it hard to adapt to changes doesn't mean you get to pin the blame on me.

"You're selfish and only ever make decisions without thinking about others" yada yada yada "but it's your decision". Yes. It is. But you don't have to try to play at my feelings and pity to get me to change my mind.

It hurt listening to that bullshit. Calling me selfish because I did one thing to help my dysphoria and completely ignoring everything that I've tried to spare her from in the past. All those times I woke up early and had to use the bathroom but didn't because I knew her insomnia was worsening and didn't want to wake her. All those times I made lunch and scrubbed the entire apartment down before she came back from work because I wanted her to have some time to herself. All those times I bit my tongue at being called out for the choices I made or the things I did that she disaproved of. All those times I didn't tell her how some of her actions and excuses hurt me just because I didn't want her to be upset. All those times i visited her on weekends because she said she misses me, despite the fact that I always leave that house with so much anxiety that I can't fall asleep that night.

All that, and for what? To be called selfish because I dared make a decision that she doesn't agree with? Fuck you, honestly.

I'm so done accomodating her and her inability to sort through her own personal feelings. Yes, she's my mother, yes I love her, but at the end of the day, it's not on me to make other people feel a certain way. How someone reacts to their emotions is on them, not on me.

My dad is a different story. He agreed with me taking it off, and at first I thought it was because je genuinely wants to support me but then he ruined it by telling me that now I need to "pay attention to what I present as" aka shave my legs, buy dresses, skirts and other feminine shit, follow fashiom trends etc BECAUSE it's about time I find a partner.

So there we go. He told me he wanted my hijab off anyway because I'm 22 (he thought I was 20, this dude doesn't even know my age) and single. He also told.me that he was willing to lock me up in a spa and have me get...whatever it is people in spas do, idk, never been to one but let's just say THAT did not help my dysphoria AT ALL.

I always thought my dad was a lot more laid back than my mom, but apparently I was wrong. He's hardly better. I now know that if I start dressing the way I want to aka wear my binder, hoodies and button ups and cut my hair short, that I would just get scrutinized, lectured, and possibly even threatened for not performing femininity. How nice. Great parenting.

My dad didn't throw a hissy fit and I was able to talk to him properly, so that's at least something. With mom it was a shitshow and by the time I was back home I nearly threw up from the stress they both caused me.

I don't kid myself into thinking that my life will be easier now. This was a huge step for me and I'm happy I made it, but now I'll have to find ways to compromise with what I wear in front of them. I can't dress in anything from the men's section, I'll probably have to wear makeup and do something with my hair, and all that sucks real fucking bad. I'm not sure how I'll cope mentally but I'll have to figure something out.

My next step is going to see a therapist. I need a formal diagnosis and I need to see if I can get one from a therapist that a friend recommended to me. I'm not sure how to start the conversation of me being trans with her but I hope I'll manage somehow. It's difficult when you don't have a support system.

And then after that.... after that will come the scariest and most dangerous part, which would be me coming out to my parents. I have no idea how I'm going to approach that, how I'll avoid getting beat up and shoved back into the closet, but I'll think of something. Maybe my therapist will be able to help too.

It's painful to me to respond to my parents' "i love you"s when I know that they don't truly love me. They love their daughter. Not perfectly, but they love her. Their son though? The real me? No. There is no chance, no alternate universe in which my parents accept me for being trans. And that fucking hurts. It hurts to tell them I love them and to read their "i love you too"s when I know that isn't true. They don't love me. They love who they think I am.

This was a long entry. I really needed to get a lot off my chest.

#trans #trans experience #ftm #entry

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Jet Jaguar commits a crime

Monsuta was a pretty place during the day, but it was almost prettier at night.

With nothing but the oily yellow streetlights and the glinting of the city further down the bay to illuminate the road, you couldn’t see the cracks and potholes on it. The dark was a tasteful gauzy curtain over all the public works projects waiting to happen in their seaside town.

Jet Jaguar sent a can skittering across the sidewalk by accident as he walked, and he looped back to pick it up and shotput it into a trashcan in front of the darkened H-Mart. The only sound besides the light clink of it hitting the rim and bouncing off was the distant highway hum and the quiet whisper of the waves a few blocks over. Somewhere nearby, a radio was playing. Tourist season wouldn’t pick up for a few months; the beachside vendors hadn’t moved back up north yet, and midnight saw all the Monsuta restaurants near the boardwalk closed.

It also saw Jet Jaguar responding to inane store alarms every hour or so.

Not that he had anything better to do than roll up to convenience stores and verify that no, a raccoon knocking over a pile of empty boxes did not constitute an appropriate alarm trigger. If he were lucky he’d be sitting in his cop car, snacking on Rokuro’s gummy bears and reading Dear Abby on his phone in the dark. If he wasn’t lucky, he’d run into someone troublesome and he’d be coming home late covered in bruises and Mothra’s suture tape again.

Monsuta’s a great posting for a rookie cop! They’d said. Quiet little resort town where you can really get to know people, like a cop in a kid’s picture book, they said. Get cats out of trees and do photoshoots at picnics, they said. Nobody prepared him for getting starched with a dentist’s prosthetic arm on his first week on the beat. No wonder nobody’d been posted there for a decade.

The only reason that Monsuta had so quiet for so long on nights like these was because someone was doing her level best to keep them quiet.

And speak of the devil.

Across the street, a familiar figure was leaning against an office building storefront, out of the way of the streetlights, doing their best to look innocuous. Jet Jaguar didn’t graduate top of his class by Not Seeing Innocuous Things, though, and he didn’t get roughed up by Megalon, of all people, by not exploring things that were better left unseen.

“Hey!” He called out as he crossed the street, hands in his pockets, doing his best Non-Threatening Amble.

The shadow turned and unstuck itself from the wall. Gojira, scourge of the Monsuta streets, popped her knuckles and gave him a single sharp nod of acknowledgement as he came up to her. She was in all black, her hood pulled up, and if Jet hadn’t become intimately acquainted with her silhouette when they had their stand-off against the terrible duo he might not have recognized her.

“What’s up, Goji?”

“Not much.”

“It’s a little late out, isn’t it?”

“... Eh.”

Jet Jaguar looked around. “Who are we looking out for, chief?”

“What makes you think we’re looking out for anyone?”

“Well, it’s midnight on a Wednesday night, and I’m pretty sure you have a full time job and a family at home, so I don’t think I need my detective skills to tell that something’s going on. I just don’t know why you wouldn’t invite me. Extra pair of handcuffs would come in handy if you think Mr. Ghidorah’s going to try to bother someone.”

“Mmh.” She crossed her arms, sounding a little defiant.

“What, you’re not planning something illegal, are you?”

Silence.

“Goji, man.”

“Not felony illegal…” he heard a smile in her voice.

“Goji.”

Someone was coming their way. The two of them looked up. A tall figure, also dressed in all black, hands laden with bags, meeting them on the sidewalk. Jet picked up on Goji’s tension and his hand slipped casually out of his pocket to the taser on his belt. He thought he’d met most of the Monsutans that he’d be seeing on the job since he got here late last year, but the town kept surprising him.

Goji lifted a few fingers in greeting. He wondered if their guest could even see it in the dark.

“Who is this?” The woman asked quietly as she stopped in front of them, head turned to Jet like she was staring him up and down. She had a low, rich voice and a strong accent that he couldn’t place.

“Jet Jaguar. He’s a, uh, friend cop.”

“Hi there,” Jet interjected with a thumbs up. “Nice to meet you..?” He couldn’t tell if he’d met the stranger before. Surely he’d remember her low, accented voice or her eyebrow-raising height.

After a moment – “I suppose I have no choice but to trust your discretion now,” she stranger sighed. “I am Biollante.”

“She lives on South-Southeast,” Goji added casually. “You know, other side of the interstate. She fractured my sternum with a gardening hoe once.”

“Always great to meet a neighbor,” Jet said. “Are you gonna tell me what you guys are doing?”

Not the breaking-Goji’s-sternum-with-a-tool thing, that was pretty par the course for her. She made most of her friends after they beat each other up – Jet was actually the only person that he knew that she hadn’t, at some point, thrown down with. He’d hoped that the Ghidorahs would be the latest addition to her coterie, but that was a long time in coming, if it ever happened.

Goji and Biollante looked at each other for a long second. Biollante huffed, Goji shrugged.

“Your party, your guest list,” Goji said.

“Alright, if you vouch for him, then – he already knows too much to let him leave.”

“I actually don’t know anything,” Jet said, raising his eyebrows at her cold, serious tone.

Goji made a noise and motioned with her head. Biollante nodded and handed her one of the cloth bags she was carrying, then, with a moment of calculation, gave one to Jet Jaguar as well. He took it, felt the bottom – it felt almost like a bag of rice, something granular and heavy that swung as they turned the corner at the end of the block. He remembered where they were now; this was one of the Ghidorah’s newest apartment complexes. It was in the process of being finished, he had done a brief perimeter security assessment earlier that month.

“Alright, this is good,” Goji said when they reached the side gate. The three looked up. 8 feet of wrought-iron, brick and bushes on either side. Even though it wasn’t the front gate, it was still awfully intimidating.

“We going to TP their house? I don’t think they actually live here,” Jet said dryly as Goji leaned down, lacing her fingers together. Biollante delicately hiked her long black skirt up to her ankle and placed her foot on the construction worker’s hands. A nod and a grunt and Goji launched her up and over the fence to the other side.

“Nah, not TP. Something better,” she said, looking up at Jet expectantly. He looked at Biollante on the other side of the fence, sighed, took hold of the bag and let Goji toss him over like a sack of grain. He hadn’t pulled something like this since the academy, and even though he wasn’t entirely convinced that he wasn’t aiding and abetting a crime, he had to say that this was more interesting than what he’d otherwise be doing on a night like tonight.

Goji hit the ground behind them with surprising grace, and she straightened up with military speed and precision. “Alright, let’s move out.”

Biollante pointed towards the center of the lot. The construction equipment had mostly been taken back now that the landscaping was done, and in the dim light from the sidewalk Jet could see fresh slices of grass and perfectly cleaned, empty flowerbeds spreading out in front of the empty apartment complex. Everything was clean, sanitized, sharp as a scalpel. That was why Goji hated the Ghidorahs – that’s what they were like, too.

They followed Biollante, zig-zagging ducking behind bushes on the way. They were probably avoiding the security cameras, Jet thought, mildly impressed and a little concerned about the property’s security.

“Now,” Biollante hissed, turning around. “We go in, we spread the seeds – in handfuls, like this, not clumps-“ she made a flicking gesture with her wrist – “in all the areas with tilled soil. Try to save enough for the entire area, and, if you’re not overgenerous, for the lawn, as well. Get broad coverage.”

“Sweet.”

Jet looked into the bag, squinting, as if he could see anything in the dark anyways. Biollante was already off, like a ninja in a floor length skirt. Goji shrugged at Jet and the two moved perpendicular to her, tossing out seeds on their way.

“These are local species,” Goji finally said. “They’re planning to plant all kinds of weird tropical things here instead, and Biollante thought it’d be a great idea to seed-bomb ‘em with weeds. They’d have to tear the whole thing up to get rid of them all.”

Ah, that explained it. Sort of. He knew there had to be a ‘screw you, Ghidorahs!’ angle in here, but this was definitely a weird one to take.

“She came up with it and asked me to help,” Goji admitted. “Got to hand it to someone who can make up with someone who kicked their ass. Strength of character.”

“That is how you made, like, all of your friends. You fight-zoned them.”

Goji snorted. They reached the end of the plot and doubled back at a leisurely pace, Biollante’s concern for secrecy forgotten. It was nice, getting to spend time with friends on the job. Jet got the impression that if he didn’t start getting out more, Goro was going to think he was a shut-in and start charity-inviting their lodger to the family’s work events.

A rush of black and the sound of distant shouting was the only warning that Biollante had doubled back to them, holding her skirt up, empty bags in her fists.

“Security guards,” she whispered harshly as she passed. “The shift change must be over.” Goji and Jet looked at each other. From the other side of the building the voices got clearer. Jet saw the blink of flashlights coming around the corner just as he and Goji booked it back to the gate, where Biollante was struggling to get over it herself. Goji gave her a last inelegant push to the bottom of her foot and she flipped over the top.

“C’mon, kid,” Goji said, wiggling her fingers at Jet. Behind them he heard several pairs of footfalls and the sounds of aggravated voices. He took her hand, callused and capable, and she grabbed him by the nape of his police uniform collar and yanked him over the edge like he weighed as much as a bag of indigenous flora seeds. He probably bruised his spine going over and he almost landed wrong, but damn, it felt good to be out in the field. He barely cleared out of the way as Goji joined them on the other side.

“Split,” she said to Biollante with a nod. “Hope you can run fast.”

“See to yourself,” Biollante remarked. Then, “It was a pleasure working with you, Gojira.”

“Yeah, always up to cause trouble. See you around.” She jerked her head up, and Biollante turned to slip away into the lacunae between the streetlights.

“Hey! What are you doing around here?” One of the security guards called. Goji grabbed Jet’s arm and the two of them sprinted down the block in the opposite direction, Jet with his policeman’s cap pulled down over his head and Goji in her hood, trying to avoid detection. God, he hoped that Ni Ghidorah wasn’t gonna be out tonight; the thought of outrunning the sadistic speedster made his heart race jump to an even higher pitch.

The two of them skidded past Jet’s parked police car, past the convenience store – he wasn’t sure if they were being pursued or if Goji was just running for the sake of running – until they met the margin of the boardwalk and the beach and they finally slowed down, Goji clamping her hands on her side and wheezing, bent over, and Jet leaning against a bench.

“We totally weren’t being chased.”

“You also totally have a police uniform on. Not like you were being, uh.. good at hiding your identity.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get the all-black memo. Must have missed that one.”

Goji leaned over. Jet braced himself for what he knew was coming next – a rib bruising back-slap of brotherhood that he’d only recently qualified to be subjected to as a member of the Monsuta Protection Squad. He’d almost rather take another one of Gigan’s elbows to the solar plexus.

“Next time I’ll invite you. Now I know you’re cool with crime.”

“It was just minor trespassing, it doesn’t count. We were planting flowers. That’s the absolute margin of illegality.”

“Hell, yeah. I bet we ruined their fucking lawn. Serves them right.” Goji straightened her back and popped her knuckles. Turning further down the beach towards the familiar house in the distance, she raised a few fingers. “I’m out. Have fun on shift, crime cop.”

“Yeah, have fun – uh – getting a good night’s rest,” he finished lamely. His response was lost in the gentle lapping of the waves anyway. Without turning, Goji made an inscrutable waving gesture. Jet watched her for a few moments, hands in his pockets, catching his breath, and then turned back to Monsuta. The streetlights further down towards the city were glinting orange and white; the water was calm and inky black. The night was a tasteful curtain that was parted for the sleeping city.

And it was time for him to get back to work.

#fauve writes a MINIFIC!!#writing #jet jaguar #crimecop....

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Anaticula Pt 57

October Wk 3 Tutshill Tornados vs Kenmare Kestrals in England

The Tutshill Tornados founded in 1520, the team colours and their playing robes are sky blue with a dark blue Double-T on the chest.

The Tornados led the league in the autumn of 1995, but also saw success in the early part of the 1900s, during which time the Tornados won the League Cup five times in a row, which is a British and Irish Quidditch League record.

In 1921, the Tornadoes recorded the fastest ever win in a League match against the Caerphilly Catapults. Seeker Roderick Plumpton caught the Golden Snitch after three and a half seconds, using a move that became known as the Plumpton Pass.

The Tornados led the league in the autumn of 1995. According to The Quibbler, the Tornados had used a combination of torture, blackmail, and illegal broom tampering to win their matches.

Cho Chang has been a supporter of the Tornados since she was six years old and regularly wears a Tornados badge in a show of support. However, according to Ron Weasley, many people became fans only when the team started to win, and thus resented them for jumping on the bandwagon. Her apology came as she passed you in the halls after lunch and you giggled shaking your head saying you and Cedric didn’t mind and that you’d happily bring her along if she wished only to have her turn you down, wishing to be supportive of Cedric, not getting over excited when the Tornados took over the game.

The trip out went lovely enough, another train ride, though in the station your body went rigid feeling a familiar presence around you. Lowly Cedric leaned in asking, “Vision?”

You shook your head, “No, Fenrir’s here.” At that Fred and George flanked you crossing their arms over your back in their guiding you to the waiting car as Troy and Moran were filled in that Fenrir was a Death Eater/Werewolf that had been stalking you making them hurry after you too wishing to keep you safe in the bustling crowds you held a wide smile on your face for the cameras and people you signed autographs for.

Inside the car however the curtains over the windows were drawn and you slunk down in your seat feeling fifty degrees colder and you glanced at the Veterans saying, “I’m ok. I’ll be fine for the match.”

Oliver, “Least our families were busy, so we can just head back to the hotel after.”

Moran, “When he follows you, anything bad happen?”

“Other than spoiling my day? Not really. Snatching not involved, just an eerie shadow really.” You flinched out another grin withholding your shiver feeling his nails in your hair again as his growling comments replayed in your mind.

True to their word and reputations the match went hard and fast, just under three hours leaving you bruised and too sore to care who was outside the hotel you had collapsed onto your bed inside waiting on your food surrounded by your teammates in equal and varying levels of pain. Turning your head you glanced at Troy asking, “So is this the usual then? Collapsing after each match?”

He chuckled and Moran said, “Mullet used to say ‘It’s not Quidditch if you ain’t bleeding.’ So, fairly usual. Just wait for some of our later matches. Those teams are just brutal. Won’t be able to stand at all.”

Again you sighed and missed the closing of your eyes, but a knock broke your mini nap and brought your dinner straight to you, through which K appeared sharing that a team of Aurors were sweeping the streets after being warned by Fred that Fenrir was there after you.

Dreamlessly you managed through the night in your exhaustion and trudged with the others back to the train, after which you popped back to school in time for lunch. Afterwards however a grinning approach of Luna had you using your door again to let the Quibbler get an exclusive with the team. All with time enough to spare to return a bit more dressed up for the dinner party.

An emerald plaid dress with ¾ sleeves hugged you perfectly helping to hide the bruises on your biceps you had, thick black tights with silver etchings of constellations were added to hide the bruises on your legs and your usual booties were slid on over. Through the hall you strolled and grinned catching up with Hermione in her sweater over her warm skirt and tights. “Hello Hermione.”

She grinned up at you saying, “You seem cheerful.”

A sigh came from you and your façade dropped a moment concerning her, “Oh really? Good. I am a walking bruise or I would hug you. Numbing cream is how I’m here, so don’t mind me if I miss my chair and end up on the floor.” Making her chuckle as you let out an exhausted giggle, “I never thought it would hurt this much. And Troy and Moran says it only gets harder going on. I can’t imagine a full Cup year. Regular season plus those Cup matches.”

“Well maybe if you weren’t teaching it might be easier.”

Your head tilted shifting your curls into your face making you lift your arm with a wince to brush it out again. “Maybe. Who knows how next year will play out.”

“Hopefully better.”

“Hopefully.”

Harry came up next in a tie and blazer your father had picked out for him and Ginny, in a maroon shiny dress over her tights with her arm tucked under Harry’s saying, “720-250 Kestrals, well done, we saw the match on the Quidditch boards. That blow in the third quarter,” You winced again remembering the impact, “Still stings?”

Letting out a weak chuckle you replied, “You have no idea.”

Harry, “Wanderers, how do you reckon you’ll fare?”

You shook your head, “Not a clue. Just know if they’re using the Parkin’s Pincer I’ll have to keep my eyes open everywhere so they can’t ambush me.”

Neville popped up saying, “All you have to do is just team up with Fred and George. Use your overlapping moves, keep spinning round your broom to avoid blows and pass often. Can’t ambush ya if you don’t have the Quaffle.”

You nodded and grinned at him, “That is actually brilliant. Thank you.”

He chuckled and said, “No matter, you would have thought of it I’m certain.”

Ginny, “Oh yes, the whole school is buzzing still about our little Black Bird.” Making you roll your eyes, “I think it’s fitting.”

You let out a weak giggle heading up the last hall after the final bit of stairs, “I suppose they could have done worse.”

Harry, “I thought Quidditch Weekly had you down as Jaq-Rabbit?”

You giggled again, “Like that, yes, they did. They’ll pick one eventually.” Knocking on the door for you Neville grinned at you then to Professor Slughorn.

“Come in! Come in! Out of the chill, we are just missing a few more and then we can begin, but, butterbeers first, if you’re able?” He looked you over saying, “Good on you, right foul slam you received, so calming to see you up and around.” He patted you on the shoulder in your weak giggling turn to walk with him to the seats around the fire filled with random students, including Draco, who inched aside from the middle of his loveseat so you could sit by him and Neville.

“Thank you, yes, bit stiff, but up none the less.” Making him chuckle and collect a pint glass for you and hand it over bringing out your grin after an accepting sip. Between the boys you lowered and crossed your ankles chatting with the pair of them as Slughorn led the conversation with the twin girls across from you until more knocks sounded and the full party was there.

Slughorn, “So tell me, Cormac, do you see anything of your Uncle Tiberius these days?”

Cormac answered cockily with a wink to Hermione, “Yes, sir. In fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him and the Minister for Magic over the holidays.”

Slughorn, “Well, be sure to give them both my best. What about your uncle, Belby? For those who don't know, Marcus' uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion. Is he working on anything new?”

Belby replied with his mouth half full in slicing off another bite, “Don't know. Him and Dad don't get on. Probably because me dad says potions are rubbish. Says the only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day.”

Slughorn, “What about you, Miss Granger? What exactly does your family do in the Muggle world?”

She grinned answering, “My parents are dentists. They tend to people's teeth.”

“Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?”

“No. Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick, did bite my father once. He needed 10 stitches.”

Slughorn replied, “Ah, fascinating, now, stitches,” his eyes wandered to you, “I received a letter from your uncle Regulus, something about stitches?”

You nodded, “Yes, I got that note too, something about a Wompas Cat when he was off searching for a Bonarroo he was sent after in a Muggle town in South America. It’s mended now according to dad.”

Cormac looked you over, “You speak with your father? I know the Minister has mentioned a wish to talk to him.”

You nodded, “Yes, we talk often. And you can tell the Minister we’ve heard what he’s been saying about my dad, if he’s going to play Fudge then he’s going to have to find my dad on his own if he’s meaning to toss him in prison for something.”

Cormac shook his head, “Not at all. Simply a talk to finally give him his trial.”

You set your fork down and asked, “Trial, for what? Halloween 15 years ago when our family was destroyed and he was framed?”

Cormac wet his lips feeling the tension he’d triggered, “Said something about he could finally be cleared by having the trial he didn’t have, put it to rest.”

You nodded then said, “We did put it to rest, under twin headstones in Godric’s Hollow. He can keep his trial. Tell him to find another smoke screen for hiding his failure in defending people.”

You lifted your fork again and Slughorn added, “That is just madness! I will be writing a letter to him, how absurd! Even Fudge wrote that he was cleared of all charges!”

That changed the mood of the dinner for a few moments until you asked the twin girls asking about their mother’s new murder mystery novel in a series set building buzz of its own having you all sharing your favorite parts of the series.

Lingering behind you slipped into the bathroom as Slughorn said goodnight to everyone else, “Goodbye. Bye-bye.” Turning around he saw Harry at his desk eyeing the hourglass on his desk, “Potter.”

“I'm sorry, sir. I was just admiring your hourglass.”

“Oh, yes. A most intriguing object. The sand runs in accordance with the quality of the conversation. If it is stimulating, the sand runs slowly. If it is not...”

“I think I'll be going.” He joked at the next to empty top glass.

“Nonsense. You have nothing to fear, dear boy. As to some of your classmates...well, let's just say they're unlikely to make the shelf.”

“The shelf, sir?”

Slughorn showed him to the open cabinet and table coated in various photographs, “Anyone who aspires to be anyone hopes to end up here. But then again, you already are someone, aren't you, Harry?” Seeing him eyeing the picture of you standing on your broom hurling the Quaffle off into a hoop as one of your best selling team photos you had signed for him.

“Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, sir? You knew him, didn't you, sir, Tom Riddle? You were his teacher.”

Slughorn’s fingers tapped on his stomach, “Mr Riddle had a number of teachers whilst here at Hogwarts.”

“What was he like? I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me. He killed my parents.”

“Of course. It's only natural you should want to know more. But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Harry. When I first met Mr Riddle, he was a quiet, albeit brilliant, boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard. Not unlike others I've known. Not unlike yourself, in fact.”

The opening of the bathroom door brought their eyes to you and your quick grin, “If the monster existed...it was buried deep within.” Slughorn murmured. As you drew closer he asked, “Feeling well?”

You nodded, “Yes, thank you, sorry, one of my buttons got stuck.” You giggled out then glanced between them saying, “Well, I’ll escort Harry back, and let you enjoy your evening. Thank you for the invitation, and I am sorry if I soured the mood. I do try not to be so thin skinned about it.”

He shook his head, “Not at all. It is pure nonsense. He shall be receiving a scathing letter from myself, perhaps that might set him straight. But yes, you both are in need of rest.” He said leading you both to the door freeing you both out to the hall.

Harry glanced up at you, “Are you alright?”

You nodded saying, “I have a heating pack on my thigh, took some doing to get it back into place when I shifted my tights.”

“You are enjoying the team?”

You nodded, “Yes, when men twice my size aren’t trying to knock me off my broom by falling into my lap.” Making him chuckle at your pained giggle in starting on the first steps, “Off to bed now,”

He nodded, “You too.” Making you giggle again in his turn to head up to the Gryffindor tower trotting to catch up with Hermione and Neville.

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Nov Wk 1 Wigtown Wanderers Home Ireland

The Wigtown Wanderers are a Quidditch team that plays in the British and Irish Quidditch League. The team is based in Wigtown, which is located in southwest Scotland. Founded in 1422, their playing robes are blood red with a silver meat cleaver emblazoned on the chest.

The original Wanderers were the seven children (four sons, three daughters) of local butcher Walter Parkin. They are remembered as a formidable team who won most of their matches, perhaps partly because Walter himself used to attend every game holding his wand in one hand and a meat cleaver in the other. A Parkin descendent has often been found on the team throughout the centuries.

The original Chasers also invented their own signature move, known as the Parkin's Pincer, where three Chasers fly from different directions at an opposing Chaser.

Kennilworthy Whisp, author of Quidditch Through the Ages, is a supporter of this team

470-600 This game was the most painful and as the irritation hit you an ‘accidental’ miss throw after a slam from one of the Beaters took their Thief out when you broke his nose heavily damaging their plays. That single penalty you had been given gave them their last chance at scoring when your efforts amped up until Cedric stole away the Snitch in a hard dive nearly crashing into the ground ending your ordeal.

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Wk 3 Wimbourne Wasps vs Kenmare Kestrals in England

The Wimbourne Wasps founded in 1312, their robes are horizontal yellow and black stripes with a wasp on the chest. The team has won the League Cup at least eighteen times, and have twice been semi-finalists in the European Cup.

The team adopted the wasp as their emblem after a game against the Appleby Arrows in the mid-seventeenth century, in which one of their Beaters batted a wasps' nest towards the opposing Seeker, who was so badly stung he had to retire. Their fans are known as Stingers, and they make loud buzzing sounds to distract opposing Chasers taking penalties.

Ludo Bagman was originally a member of this team, and was congratulated by a juror during his trial for his performance in one of his matches for England against Turkey, but eventually left and became the Head of Department of Magical Games and Sports. The Wasps won the League Cup three times in a row when Bagman played for them.

Again Fenrir had been spotted, and a hard week of prepping for exams coming up had filled up your weeks. None of the Aurors managed to find him, but they did find the flowers he left outside with a note reading just your name in a heart tucked inside. Shaking off the irritation of it all you looked back to your tv watching the movie you had chosen to watch in your sleepless night. Your guest however, Barty, upon sensing your pause in heading off to another game in England that eased Fenrir’s task of stealing a glimpse of you jumped on the chance. And in one of the usual press sessions after he got a bit distracted himself by a woman who came up to him and eventually took him up to her own hotel room. A knock sounded and you answered accepting your dinner for the night, another helping of Chinese takeaway you set out across the bed.

In opening the first box you glanced up at the opening door seeing Barty walking through shaking his head making you smirk, “That was fast.”

He let out a weak chuckle, “Well,” smirking in his trot over to sit by you, “Her boyfriend rang,” your brow inched up, “She picked up, right in the middle of it, and um, she said something about him coming up and, well,” he clicked his tongue, “Not my finest hour, she seemed a bit miffed when I hopped out of bed to get dressed.”

“What? She wanted you to stay?”

He nodded making you giggle in his chuckle, “Apparently she wanted their first time to be his dream night. Only has threesomes it seems.”

“Ah, threesome, very, wow. Seems pretty trying on relationships, can’t get frisky unless there’s company.” Making him chuckle again.

“Exactly. How’s the film?”

“Not bad. Missed the opening though, Alastor came up.” His brow inched up when you caught his eyes, “He left me flowers.” Deeply Barty sighed, “Well, I’ll see what I can do about that.”

You shook your head saying, “Don’t you worry about it. We should worry about finding you a nice girl,” Making him laugh in your fit of giggles continuing, “Preferably one without a boyfriend.” When you finished off the food he pulled you back against the pillows and helped you drape across his chest to fall asleep in his arms calming himself at the stop to your trembling you had been trying to hide knowing who might be lingering around outside.

Returning home again however on one of your nights after classes Barty brought Snape along with him to speak with your father and uncles. Since the last game the twins had decided to spend the week with you to help you calm down in their company, though they stayed up to find out what the meeting was all about.

At the table the men all sat down as Barty sighed and lowered his mug of tea, “We have to do something about Fenrir.”

Regulus broke the silence saying, “I have a plan.”

Snape, “It has to be something permanent. We cannot risk him popping up again.”

Regulus, “It’s not pretty, but I know where we can kill him.”

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December Wk 1 Appleby Arrows vs Kenmare Kestrals in Home Ireland

"Arrows fans will agree that their team's most glorious hour was their 1932 defeat of the team who were then the European champions, the Vratsa Vultures, in a match that lasted sixteen days in conditions of dense fog and rain."

—Kennilworthy Whisp, Quidditch Through the Ages

The Appleby Arrows are a Quidditch team from the village of Appleby in North Lincolnshire, England. The Arrows play in the British and Irish Quidditch League. Founded in 1612, the Arrows play in robes of pale blue, emblazoned with a silver arrow. There is traditionally fierce rivalry between the Arrows and the Wimbourne Wasps.

475 – 165. 7 games in with 5 more to go still broadened hopes that your streak would continue, and for a third time the team could reach the League Cup. This one was far less brutal and relied more on your stealing skills to keep the Arrows from even getting the Quaffle into the scoring zone.

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Snow flurries between another round of snake themed lessons on your tundra dwelling breeds led up to the much awaited lessons on Tulip for the first through third years who had missed the lessons due to Ministry involvement in the school in the past few years.

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Wk 3 Ballycastle Bats vs Kenmare Kestrals in Northern Ireland

The Ballycastle Bats are the second most successful team in the British and Irish Quidditch League, having won the title twenty-seven times nearing the end of the 20th century. Their robes are black with scarlet bat logos. Their mascot is the Barny the Fruitbat, who is also featured in Butterbeer advertisements.

Fellow Irish team and one of the most successful teams had the build up for this match and it truly met up to their standards as it was the longest of the season so far. Seven hours you battled back and forth around the two allowed meal breaks when crossing the three hour marks. A late penalty from Cedric’s taking a blow to the shoulder in a swoop for the Snitch their battle continued while Troy took the score and bumped up the final score on top of the 150 pt boost from Cedric’s capture of the Snitch.

The roar of the crowd at the match they never wished to end sounded and forward you slumped slowing your broom to rest your forehead on your locked hands to calm the sting you felt at the clearly broken ribs you had received that turned your hair black an hour into the match. Around you Troy and Moran floated up to your sides asking, “Alright there Birdie?”

Giggling weakly you shifted your feet on the rests under your broom and pushed yourself upright saying in a half chuckle, “Just peachy. Only a rib, I’ll just grow another one.” Making the pair laugh and look to the other team’s Beater flying over with camera in hand.

Awkwardly he grinned saying, “Hi,”

You nodded in return to his, “Hi.”

“I, um, my little girl’s a fan of yours, would you mind?” He held up the camera and you shook your head as Moran took hold of the camera and moved to capture another signature moment in your first season, you and the man who had broke your ribs beaming brightly in exhaustion after your massive battle of a game. That picture flooded through the papers, usually monster games ended with both teams as rivals for another year only continuing the pattern you had set it was all left in the game and on the field with no hard feelings after. 520 - 750

Ron, “Look, I can't help it if she's got her knickers in a twist. What Lav and I have, well, let's just say, there's no stopping it. It's chemical. Will it last? Who knows? Point is, I'm a free agent.”

Harry glanced up at his friend who was sitting down on the bed beside him after their showering after practice. The whole time he had been talking about Lavender while Harry was more focused on Ginny being taken to the Hospital Wing by you after her starting to get sick at the start of practice. When Ron went to go and find Lavender for their promised lunch date Harry went in search of Hermione to keep from having to watch them making out once again. And he found her in her second home, the library.

“He's at perfect liberty to kiss whoever he likes. I really couldn't care less. Just, some up for air sometime! Was I under the impression he and I would be attending Slughorn's Christmas party together? Yes. Now, given the circumstances, I've had to make other arrangements.”

Harry, “Have you?

She glanced at him with a raised brow, “Yes. Why?”

Harry shrugged, “I just thought, seeing as neither of us can go with who we'd really like to, we should go together, as friends.”

A huff left her, “Why didn't I think of that?”

“Who are you going with?”

“It's a surprise. Anyway, it's you we've got to worry about. You can't just take anyone. See that girl over there? That's Romilda Vane. Apparently she's trying to smuggle you a love potion.”

Harry couldn’t help but smirk, “Really?”

“Hey! She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One.”

“But I am the Chosen One.” He playfully quipped back only to be whacked in the arm with a bundle of parchment in her hand making him chuckle, “Okay, sorry. Kidding. I'll ask someone I like. Someone cool.”

Luna eyed the hall Harry led her through with an easy grin on her face, “I've never been to this part of the castle. At least not while awake. I sleepwalk, you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed.”

Once inside the party Harry was asked, “Drink?”

Harry, “Neville.”

Luna, “Hello,” leaning in to kiss his cheek and pull back to Harry’s side.

Neville smirked looking Luna over in her dress she gave a spin for him to get the full look, then he answered looking to Harry again, “I didn't get into the Slug Club. It's okay, though. He's got Belby handing out towels in the loo.”

Harry chuckled saying, “Oh, well, I'm fine, mate. Thanks.”

Neville replied, “Okay.” Moving on with Luna joining him in his hushed conversation with her widening her grin up at him.

Peering around Harry took in all the faces in the room catching you in a shimmering green dress speaking with Draco in a midnight green dress robe coated in dark grey reindeer along the wall over mugs of cider and floating plates of treats, but Hermione darting behind a curtain had him following after, “Hermione. What are you doing? And what happened to you?”

Hermione, “No, I've just escaped. I mean, left Cormac under the mistletoe.”

Harry, “Cormac? That's who you invited?”

Hermione, “I thought it would annoy Ron the most.”

A student passing said, “Thank you. I'll catch up with you later.”

Hermione, “He's got more tentacles than a Snarfalump plant.”

Justin ducked behind the curtain offering a tray, “Dragon tartare?”

Harry shook his head, “No, I'm fine. Thank you.”

Justin nodded, “Just as well. They give one horribly bad breath.”

Hermione grabbed three off the tray she began to scarf down, “On second thoughts… Might keep Cormac at bay. Oh, God, here he comes.” Sneaking out around the other side of the column Harry took hold of the tray and Justin slipped out to go snatch away a tray of something else.

Harry flashed Cormac a grin, “I think she just went to powder her nose.”

Cormac took one of the tartare balls from the tray, “Slippery little minx, your friend. Likes to work her mouth too, doesn't she? What is this I'm eating, by the way?”

Snape dramatically flung back the curtain looking the pair over right as Harry said, “Dragon balls.”

The term had Cormac’s stomach lurching and at Snape’s feet he vomited making the Professor say, “You've just bought yourself a month's detention, McLaggen.” Cormac nodded and hurried off to the toilet and Snape said, “Not so quick, Potter.”

“Sir, I really think I should rejoin the party. My date...”

“Can surely survive your absence for another minute or two. Besides, I only wish to convey a message.”

“A message?”

“From Professor Dumbledore. He asked me to give you his best, and he hopes you enjoy your holiday. You see, he's traveling, and he won't return until term resumes.”

“Traveling where?”

Crabbe being drug into the room by Filch shouted, “Take your hands off me, you filthy Squib!”

Filch, “Professor Slughorn, sir. I just discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party.”

Crabbe, “Okay, okay. I was gate crashing. Happy?” his eyes scanning over you and Harry angrily making Draco subtly take your hand as Barty returned to your side offering a refill on your drink he had gone to get.

Snape crossed the room, “I'll escort him out.”

Filch nodded his head and smirked at the teen, “Certainly, Professor.”

Slughorn motioned for the students to start mingling again, “All right, everyone, carry on, carry on.” Harry curiously glanced from you back to them and he snuck out after them with Hermione curiously chasing behind him.

Shoved against a wall Hermione ducked under Harry’s head to see Crabbe say, “Maybe I did hex that Bell girl. Maybe I didn't. What's it to you?”

Snape, “What are you doing? Do you have any idea how dangerous-,”

“I don't need protection. I was chosen for this. Out of all others. Me. And I won't fail her!”

“You're afraid, Vincent. You attempt to conceal it, but it's obvious. You are interfering! I made an Unbreakable Vow-,”

“No! I was chosen. This is my moment.”

He said shoving out of Snape’s grasp to storm back to the Slytherin dorm leaving Snape rolling his eyes muttering, “Idiots, I am surrounded by idiots!” Heading back to the party to speak to you.

In their silence Hermione asked, “Her? Who could that be?”

Harry wet his lips, “Has to be someone high up. Someone wanting to hurt Dumbledore.”

Hermione walked with him back to the party, “But, Riddle wants him dead…”

Harry glanced at her with lips parted in realization and said, “Bella, Jaqi mentioned she’s trying to win him over still since she attacked Jaqi.”

Hermione nodded looking ahead again, “Makes sense. And Crabbe certainly could be a link inside the castle.”

Harry watched Snape entering the party, “Looks like he’s telling Jaqi right off.”

By the storm delayed sunrise again on the train back home again Harry shared what Ron had missed during the party.

Ron, “’Unbreakable Vow.’ You're sure that's what Snape said?”

“Positive. Why?”

“Well, it's just you can't break an Unbreakable Vow.”

“I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough.”

“You don't understand.” A knock on the door had the pair staring up at Lavender, “Oh, bloody hell.”

Silently she mouthed after writing their initials inside a heart on the window she fogged up with her breath, “I miss you.”

Harry nodded in her trot away, “Lovely.” And looked to Ron again.

“All she wants to do is snog me. My lips are getting chapped. Look.”

“I'll take your word for it. So, what happens to you? What happens if you break an Unbreakable Vow?”

“You die. We have to tell Jaqi.”

“Snape told her about Crabbe. At the party, right after.”

Ron wet his lips, “But, what about the vow? What’s that about?”

Harry shook his head, “Not sure, but no doubt she knows about that too.”

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#Barty Crouch Jr x oc #HP Crossover

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Through Expectations Chapter 1.

Ben Hardy X Reader

Synopsis: You're the daughter of the famous Roger Taylor, okay that seemed alright the thing is, you're more of a geek than a rockstar's daughter. He's blonde, blue eyes and you're brunette, brown eyes. Your brother on the other hand was the younger version of your dad, certainly he preffered to play the guitar, but that only seemed to make him even more popular. But things change the day you get to meet the cast of your dad's movie, and a certain blonde guy makes you change your point of view.

A/N: Sorry for some grammar mistake that might exist (if seen please inform me so I can change it) I'm portuguese, and trying to write something that all of you can read and hopefully enjoy!

Tell me if you liked it, it’s just an introduction and I was feeling so entitled to it, and so motivated! Thanks for all the support when I presented the idea!

Chapter 2: http://itsalreadybroken.tumblr.com/post/183270695519

Words: 2576

The alarm woke you up, and after snoozing it for what it felt like a lifetime, it had only passed 15 minutes. Like a broken record, you heard a knock on your bedroom door

“Love, it's 7:15, better get up or you're going to be late” your dad's voice was puffy and you knew he had just woken up too.

“Just five more minutes” you groaned and heard him laugh while you hid your head under the pile of blankets but after some seconds you got up, took a shower and stood in front of your closet choosing your clothes for today.

That's what you thought that made you most like your dad, the clothes you liked, the matching outfits you choose to wear. Today you went for a skirt with some stripes, a white shirt and a fur coat that matched your boots. Your hair was just messy and that's the way it would go, only brushed it a bit to seem a bit nicer and grabbed your sunglasses.

“Dad, have you seen where my keys are?” you rushed yourself down the stair while trying to find your car key, you never knew where you'd put them or sometime your brother jut hid them from you on porpouse.

“Y/N check the bowl! And get ready, after classes you gotta meet the cast, I'll tell you they're absolutely perfect. Jamie already left he had practice. Love your outfit moonpie” Roger smiled as he seen you enter the kitchen just to grab something from the fridge. Your dad always loved that you could dress that outrageous and never feel embarrassed about it, just like he did.

“Thanks old man” you giggled as you kissed his cheek “I guess Roger Taylor left me some of his fashionable tips to follow” you grabbed your purse and looked at the clock, you knew you were already late to your first lecture.

“Jamie doesn't dress like I did” your father reminded you and you tried to hide a laugh.

“Huuummm... Were the 70's and 80's, you were a rockstar, Jamie's just your kid. It's different, and he's a frat guy, that's pretty much about it” he looked at you hoping you'd correct yourself “Okaaay, you are a rockstar”.

“Fine by me” he smiled at you “Now go before you get even more late”.

You waved him goodbye and left your house.

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“And that's why has a good dentist you should always check it” your professor spoke and you took a mental note of it, this semester wasn't being that bad and youthought to yourself this was the most Roger Taylor you could get. Of course people knew, and people did often aked you things about him, or asked you if you could ask dad for an autograph and you knew that people knew your eyes rolled, nonetheless you never said “no”.

“Y/N what are you thinking?” Stevie touched your arm for the twentieth time today and you could swear you sighed a bit louder.

“Am I boring you Miss Taylor?” your professor looked at you, so yeah, you sighed a bit louder “Isn't this subject of any interest to you?”

Your friend glared at you, fuck, all the students glared at you and you just shrugged “Well, no of course not!” you tried to apologise “I remembered it from last semester, I just had a bad night's sleep, that's all”.

“From partying with famous people you'd say?” there it was, a voice just made itself overheard to all and a bit of giggles just bubbled up.

Luckily for you, the bell rang and you just grabbed your stuff and got out of there.

“I am so sorry, I just looked at you and you were so bored you know?” you smiled at your friend, that was the thing, tevie was just genuine the way she did things, you'd never got mad.

“Roger Taylor's moonpie always get's away with it innit?” you laughed and went outside with your friend so she could smoke. You didn't smoke quite actually, it's not like you couldn't but you heard your dad talk about someone who had pneumonia, and decided you didn't want that when you were a teenager and at age 22 you still thought it was better like that, plus you were already a passive smoker.

“Your brother posted a picture last night” you heard Stevie said between puffs and you just did a crooked smile.

“Lovely thing isn't he?” you laughed because since you met Stevie in university and learned about her passion about Queen, and all the things Queen, it sooned turned out to be a major crush on Roger Taylor's younger doopleganger. Jamie looked almost like your dad did when he was about his age. Blond, blue eyes (why couldn't you at least had those too?!), a smile that could drive girls so crazy to giggle after he absolutely did nothing, and the fine way to play drums, plus he had a way of being a sportsguy in university, a good one you had to admit and it drove girls crazy.

When you were seventeen you swore you'd never date a blond guy, because they made you look miserable after them!

Stevie Jackson was babbling something about the way he always talked to her and it got to your dad's raspy voice while singing so you just put your fingers on your ears and made a funny look “Too much, sorry!” she smiled a bit ashamed because she always lost herself on her magical dream where she allegedly married Roger Taylor or John Deacon (why not both she once asked you and you made a weird look) “Look who's coming” she blurted out and you looked to see who had coming, Dean Padalecki appeared and you could almost swear he was the most cool and handsome guy you'd ever seen. He was getting a master's in economics and could play footbal soooo good. You just mocked your brother, it didn't mean you couldn't fangirl and obssess too about a guy you excused yourself.

The guy wore just a flannel shirt, jeans and some tupid regular boots, but oh, how nice those jeans made him look. In your junior year he once spoke to you at a party, mostly because of music, but nonetheless, spoke and after that he just smiled whenever he saw you and you simply shyly smiled back. He was moving towards you and Stevie had made a “I don't believe it look”.

“Hey Taylor” he always called you by your last name and you always put a string of your hair behind your ear trying to look cute and all.

“Padalecki” you nodded and answered in return and he pressed his lips together smiling.

“Friday night at the club, there's this party, and wanna come?” was this just happening? Was he really asking you out like that? “Stevie can come too” he looked at your friend and she babbled something about maybe being busy. Lies, all lies.

“Yeah, maybe I'd like to” you adjusted your fur coat and just stared at him, completely abnoxious of it all while he smiled “Yeah, of coure, friday night sounds great”.

“Nice, meet you there then” he winked at you and left.

“Is this real life? Or is this just fantasy?” you heard Stevie sing and laughed because actually you didn't know it either.

The rest of your day just went simply dull while you checked your social media and saw a lot of requests, questions about your father, fanmail basically and you felt like an assistant.

“Why didn't they cast Jamie to play Roger at the movie?” Stevie questioned you while she saw some picture of the recent cast and the were all smiling next to uncle Brian and Roger, dad you reminded yourself.

“Ohhh I don't know, maybe Jamie was much overskilled and that much of a great actor you see” you mocked her “He does has the looks but not the attitude” took another sip from your coffee and looked at the picture, the cast was already wearing wigs, clothes like they used and they looked like them, being truthful Brian May was like a clone. Your dad's actor...Well a bit, not that much. He looked cute but then, just like you were synchronized “I know you don't like blonds” Stevied murmured.

“He's not so bad though” you mad a perv look and she burst out in laughter “Gonna meet them today right?” you nooded whilis listening to her question.

“All my dad talks about, he loved Freddie even though they were always arguing and he feels so proud of doing this, is like honoring him. Even thoug I told him their music honors them all everyday” you showed a simple smile and this was about as much has she could get to talk about the band in public or in anywhere else, you kept you opinions right to you.

“Except I'm in love with my car” you both mentioned at the same time. “Never tell him I told you this, but it's not so bad, his voice is damn great there” you said and she just looked at you in a faked shock .

“Indeed you are Roger Taylor's daughter, and maybe the lack of that Roger attitude that your brother lacks is in you, you just hide it well” Stevie looked you right in the eye and you knew she was being serious, because sometimes you'd get upset about stupid stuff and just made sure everyone you crossed path with, got a bit of your anger. She sure knew you'd never lock yourself in a cupboard just to get your song on a album. Would you? She thought to herself.

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Your class extended a little bit and you knew you were late to meet with your father, alredy had missed calls from him and Jamie and you rushed to get into your car and drive to the studio, since our car had your phone connect to it you were able to get the call and answer it.

“Yes daddy, I'm on my way” you didn't even let him speak, calling daddy usally didn't make him upset because it reminded him you where his little girl and that came in handy sometimes, like now.

“We're waiting for you for 45 minutes” you heard him and Jamie made some comment on the background that made people laugh, you rolled your eyes.

“I know, I know, class got late, professor was teaching something about gums, and it seemed rather important” you honked your car horn “Asshole!!” you shouted.

“There's my girl!” you heard your dad laugh “Alright then, drive safe moonpie” he hung up and you kept driving simply finding too much traffic.

After 20 minutes that seemed to you like 40 minutes you arrived the studio, looked at your hair in the car mirror and it looked like you and your coat were one, you just loved fur coats, were cozy, were always in style (at least in your opinion) and they'd go with everything, today it went pretty fine with the skirt you had and the shirt.Since you were about to meet a bunch of guys, at least you had to go decent right? You locked the car and entered the studio where a perfectly fine new assistant approached you “Name, please?”.

You took the sunglasses from your face and put them on the top of your head “Y/N Taylor” you murmured and she looked at you indisbelief “His son already came in” you sent her a sarcastic smile “Exactly, do I look like a dude to you?” .

“Mr. Taylor didn't mentioned a daughter coming, nor she dressing like him a few years ago” she replied.

“Mr. Taylor doesn't need to mention his daughter coming, she just appears” you groaned “Do I look like a guy?” you asked again and she picked up the phone, probably calling to see if it was true, if you were Jamie this wouldn't have happened, he was a copy, you were just something.

“Someone will go down in a bit, darl” she changed her expression towards you, seeing she made a mistake.

You heard some steps and all you saw was a guy wearing a shirt a bit thigh to his body, a fur coat looking a bit like yours did and some sunglasses so familiars to you it made part of who your father was.

“Y/N?” the guy asked and you knew it was the guy playing your dad's part. You couldn't quite remember the name. “I'm Ben, Ben Hardy”he smile and extended his hand for you to shook.

“Ben, that's it!” you realised you have spoken out loud “Sorry, dad had told me your name but I didn't remember!” you tried to avoid his eyes when he took out the sunglasses and smiled. Luckily Stevie and Roger had the same amount of information about Queen, sometimes you soubted if dad knew more than Stevie.

“No problem!” the guy smile and you shook his hand “Roger wanted to see if I represented him well” he laughed “But his mistake you look more like him” he said mentioning your outfit.

You both laughed “If you were 50 years old, you might might, but do it this way: Rogah Taylaaah, nice to mee you, maybe I could teach ya doll to play the drums after the concert?” you made a raspy accent and leaned in to speak closer. “That's his deal, be a bit more cocky”.

He showed you the way upstairs and you were both chit chatting about the way up the studio and traffic. All the guys tood up when you entered and you ran to kiss your dad, Brain and your brother, meeting the rest of the guys.

“Don't know Roger, she looks cocky like you, plus she and Ben can get to Mardi Gras' together, look at the matching outfits” the guy named Joe said and Roger put a arm over your shoulders.

“You haven't seen nothing, an angel, but a little devil when mad” he said and made you blush in a funny way “Am not” you defended yourself.

“So... My dad was like a big crazy kid who's more excited to tell me about his news toys but tell me the truth, Queen sucks, right?”

Brian laughed “You can't help it can you?”

“Nope, makes him do a stern an mean look” you laughed.

Gwilym nodded and all the curls from the wig moved like Brian's “Please tell me you'll not grow one to or uncle Bri here will forever adopt you into his family” you showed your teeth in a funny smile making Roger laugh and Jamie rolling eyes.

“See, told ya she bites” Roger warned “Give her time and she'll loose the princess Rogerina looks”.

“Dad, it was funny when I was 6, it's not anyome, since first we don't look alike” you looked at him in a caring way, no matter what he always tried to show how much the two of you looked alike, yet you never saw it.

And all the way through some lazy chat, some eyes were looking at you like you were some kind of girl from another world, which you didn't realized, being so at your own, like no one would ever notice the smile you made was exactly like your father's.

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