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llendrinall · 3 years

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Hi I have a writing promt.

A story that is written from both pov's that shows Draco and Harry falling in love with each other. Little moments together where they fall a bit more in love. Things they do that make the other thing "Wow I'm so in love with him". Ect.

Harry had always been starkly aware of Draco, but it was after the war, in the Wizengamot, when he actually noticed him for the first time.

Draco was sitting next to Pansy Parkinson, holding her hand so tight that he was leaving white marks. Harry got a glimpse of them when Pansy was called to give her testimony.

Then the unthinkable happened. Instead of demurring, which she was allowed to do –was expected by everyone to do, was what every other member of a Death Eater family had done so far– Pansy answered all the prosecutor’s questions. She gave true testimony and denied her parents the imperius defence.

Draco was waiting for her when she came down from the stand. He grabbed her hand and led her away with measured steps so it wouldn’t look like they were running.

The second time Harry noticed Draco like that, as a person rather than as an opponent, was, coincidentally, the first time Draco saw Harry as Harry. Not as a school enemy or a war enemy or The Boy Who Lived or The Saviour Of The Wizarding World. Not even as Harry Potter. He saw Harry as just Harry.

It probably helped that Harry was unrecognizable under a thick layer of soot and grime so Draco didn’t know who he was calling an idiot. Draco also yelled to stop immediately and step back and, miraculously, Harry did. No hesitance.

Not all Death Eater had been arrested and not every awful individual had joined Voldemort, which meant that there were plenty of terrible people out in the world. Someone, Death Eater or not, had attacked Wisteria House. The house where rescued and freed house-elves were hosted.

Draco understood that the house-elves weren’t the goal. They were just the bait, a cheap collateral. The point of the attack was to have someone (maybe Harry, most probably Granger), cross the door quickly, without looking around them, and walk straight into a deathly trap.

Draco saw the trap, called out a warning and Harry listened. He listened to Draco.

Both of them walked away with a different opinion of the other. No one comes out the same from a burning building.

The third time went like this.

“Occupied.”

“Je- Blimey!”

“Find your own corner in the shadows to hide, Potter. This one is mine.”

“I don’t have time to find another spot.”

“Too bad. W- wait! No, quit it!”

“Scoot over! We can share.”

“No, we can’t. This is my dark spot, go away.”

“Either we share or I make sure they find you too.”

“As if I care. I’m not hiding from your devotees. Go away.”

“It’s Clay Buckthorn.”

“… be quiet, then.”

They hid in there for an hour, talking in whispers and sharing a bottle of butterbeer, while Secretary Buckthorn, the most persistent and insufferable politician to ever crawl out of the Ministry, looked around for a popular face to join his campaign. They were about to leave when in came Rita Skeeter, pressuring Percy Weasley to answer her questions. They watched from the shadows as she pressed and cajoled and he resisted. It was a bit like watching some sort of fight sport, only after ten minutes they weren’t sure who they were supporting.

Harry thought Draco was dating Pansy Parkinson and maybe he still was. Evidently, it was all for show. No need to read so much into it.

There was this old witch complaining about tradition and values. Nothing no one hadn’t heard before many times. People these days had no respect, it was disgraceful and so on. But then she turned to Dennis Creevey and his boyfriend (some Slytherin kid, Harry didn’t know him), and she asked if their families weren’t ashamed of them. Two men together. They ought to be.

Harry wasn’t sure if she knew about Dennis’ brother or not. It was hard to believe that people could be so deliberately cruel to a stranger. The question stopped him from immediately jumping to her neck. He had been accused of blowing things out or proportion before. And by before, he meant that morning when he called out that rude shopper who cut the line before a goblin.

Meanwhile, Draco rolled his eyes in that magnificent way of his. For someone who acted so proud and proper, Draco had a very expressive face and the rolling of his eyes was a spectacle to behold. He stood from his table, grabbed Theo Nott by the lapels, and kissed him on the mouth long and hard right in the middle of the crowded restaurant. Afterwards he sat down, perfectly composed, and both Theo and him turned to look at the witch like the smuggest pair of snakes in the forest.

The witch left the restaurant soon after. Dennis lost the wretched look on his face and Harry paid the bill on Draco’s table, earning a nod from him on the way out.

The day Draco’s heart began to beat a different rhythm was a hot Thursday in summer and someone had tried to kill him.

It wasn’t a particularly well thought attack and Draco took precautions. He wouldn’t have gotten anything worse than an intense headache and maybe some sore muscles. Still, Harry felt the need to push him to the floor and shield him with his body from the sparks and shrapnel falling over them. Harry had stopped the hex in mid-air, which was admittedly impressive. Draco watched the purple rivulets of the failed curse slowly descending around them and wondered if he was in shock. That would be embarrassing. This clumsy attack on his life didn’t deserve any shock.

Harry jumped from him (so nimble!) and chased down the would-be murdered, on foot, like a muggle. He, he just ran down the street, didn’t even cast a spell until he caught up to him and brought him to the floor. Draco was sorry to miss that part, although there were very good pictures on the newspaper the next day. Harry looked amazingly heroic. One of the pictures had him jumping in mid-air.

Draco didn’t know if this was something Harry did for everybody or if it was just for him, nor did he care. His chest and stomach and… other parts, were confused enough about how to feel, and his heart, in particular was beating to a new tune.

So Draco could make moving shadows to play stories and it was amazingly beautiful and Harry loved it, he loved it, and no, it was not the potion talking, he was perfectly sound of mind. St Mungo was about to let him go! But Draco had come visit him and when Harry complained about being dreadfully bored, Draco had put on this absolutely magical spectacle (yes, Harry knew they were both wizards, it was still magical; no, no potion talking, it was an honest opinion). In the end Harry stayed the night, just like the mediwitch had begged him to, and fell asleep with the shadows performing a dance before him.

Draco didn’t call it love because he was quite an obstinate young man, but he was at that stage where he would easily admit that he was willing to lay down his life for Harry. He only had trouble with the word, not with the sentiment itself and its manifestation.

They were at the Ministry. It should be a pretty simple and straight-forward process. Go in, Pansy signs the documents, Draco bears witness and signs his own documents, go out. But of course it wouldn’t be so simple. A pretty pureblood witch doing anything against her family was a spectacle. The press wanted photos, people wanted to see it live, and, of course, there was the ever present mob who just wanted to shout awful things. Usually Pansy dealt with the mob by herself, swiftly and with a sting.

But today was different, hence why Draco had informed Pansy he would be accompanying her before she could ask him to. It wasn’t like the day she gave her testimony, but it was close enough. In a way, it was worse. A year ago they had her testimony to think about. Today it was just signing a document. That could hardly distract them from the crowd waiting for them.

A push. A yelp. A crash. And Harry Potter gallantly preventing a very old wizard from having a huge flower vase fall on top of him. Somehow, Harry didn’t cast protego in time, so he avoided being brained by the vase but was splashed by the water and stood completely drenched in the middle of the Ministry main hall.

Across the mass of curious people and reporters and workers and people who had come to shout awful things, Harry looked at Draco. He gave him A Look. If he had more time, Draco would stop and think of a suitable metaphor for Harry’s eyes, their colour and intensity. But he didn’t, so he grabbed Pansy by the elbow and together they crossed the hall without the crowd noticing. Everyone’s attention was naturally fixed on the way the Saviour of the Wizarding World’s wet clothes clung to his chest.

Afterwards, once he had seen Pansy safely (and discreetly) home, Draco went to find Harry. He was perfectly dry now, but he had a faint scent of flowers around him.

“The rose garden is lovely in June,” Draco said, which should be enough but of course Harry didn’t understand him. Harry was kind, brave, handsome and clever in the most useless way so Draco had to actually explain, with words, that Weasley and Granger must have realize by now the extent of their fame and what it would mean if they married at the Burrow, where anyone could break in. Hence, why Draco mentioned his lovely rose garden where they could get married if they chose to without anyone invading their privacy.

“Hermione’s extended family is muggle.” Harry said, and dear Merlin it was even worse than Draco thought. They were going to pick a muggle place. So not only people breaking in, but a violent attack against the muggles too. Just what you want for a wedding.

“The Malfoy family marries for power, not blood purity.” Draco explained in a whisper. “There is no repello muggletum in our houses.”

“What!?” Harry cried, drawing immediate and sharp attention to them so they had to leave quickly and find a quiet place where Draco explained that Grandmother Imogen –that is, Lucius Malfoy’s mother– was a muggle but, most importantly, a peer of the Realm.

Harry stood in shocked silence for a minute, and after a lot of “whats” and “hows” and “no, really, how could you join Voldemort?” he accepted to at least extend Draco’s offer to the happy couple.

Draco said he didn’t plan on attending the wedding. Just because he was offering his summer house it didn’t mean he expected an invitation. He got one anyway, because Draco had showed them his summer house and two country houses belonging to his muggle cousins and was very careful not to mention Malfoy Manor at any point. Ron appreciated it even more than Hermione.

He rejected the invitation anyway because he said he much preferred to sit by the gates and send stinging hexes to anyone trying to intrude. It was his one chance to curse people indiscriminately and he didn’t want to waste it.

He showed up later, during the reception, looking handsome and with a pleased smile on his face. He grabbed a glass of champagne, immediately transformed it from a flute to a pompadour without wasting a drop, and sat himself next to Aunt Muriel whom he proceeded to engage in a long and acrid dispute until Ron and Hermione had left. Dear Aunt Muriel didn’t get a chance to insult the bride, or the groom, or any of their families really.

It was right then, while Draco forged a lifelong enemy (her life, not his) by insulting her garden (how did he know so much about flowers), that Harry realized he was in love. He was in love. He was in love. He wanted to be with Draco and insult people together and scandalize prejudiced old bats until they themselves were old bats.

Harry picked up a fight with the officiant (to be fair, that comment about the goblins was very unfortunate) and they ended up getting married at a muggle register’s office and Draco was so, so, happy. His family was obviously displeased. Cousin Nerissa said that her fiancée could officiate and was very offended when Fred Weasley said no one wanted to be married by a man named Cuthbert. It was amazing. George Weasley sat next to Cousin George, the baron. Hermione and Ginny Weasley started a fight with the most traditional-minded relatives (from every side). Cousin Audrey came out to the family when she was caught propositioning Luna Lovegood. Pansy Parkinson got engaged to no less than three lords and said they could sort between themselves who got to marry her.

Draco was so in love. It was amazing.

#asks #verse:finding common ground and falling in love #what is it with flute glasses anyway #it's impossible to find pompadours these days #harry potter #draco malfoy #Anonymous #textpost

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papermoonloveslucy · 3 years

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WOMEN COMICS: WHY THEY TRY HARDER

November 21, 1971

Lucille Ball was on the cover and profiled in the November 21, 1971 issue of Parade, the national Sunday Newspaper Magazine supplement. The inside article was titled “Women Comics: Why They Try Harder” by associate editor Linda Gutstein.

The cover photo was taken from “Lucy and the Indian Chief” (HL S2;E3) in 1969.

The day after this article was published, “Here’s Lucy” premiered “Ginger Rogers Comes To Tea” (HL S4;E11) which was filmed in mid-July on an abbreviated schedule due to an impending actors’ strike.

“You’ve got to believe in what you do. There are actors and reactors. My forte has always been reacting. My writers put in longer and longer reactions.” ~ Lucille Ball

“Lucy is an exaggeration of the everyday housewife, and a happy exaggeration.” ~ Lucille Ball

The other female comics profiled in the article include:

Carol Burnett ~ one of Lucille Ball’s favorite funny ladies. Ball and Burnett took turns appearing on each others’ programs. Lucy lovingly referred to Burnett as “Kid”. Ball died on Burnett’s birthday and, as usual, flowers arrived at Burnett’s door that morning with love from Lucy.

“I play characters in my sketches. Men accept that humor.” ~ Carol Burnett

Joan Rivers ~ was a stand-up, and actress who Lucy encountered several times as a talk show host and once as actress on an episode of “Here’s Lucy” titled “Lucy and Joan Rivers Do Jury Duty” (HL S6;E9) in 1973.

“If a woman’s halfway good-looking, she’d rather be a singer.” ~ Joan Rivers

Phyllis Diller ~ was best known for her eccentric stage persona, her self-deprecating humor, her wild hair and clothes, and her exaggerated, cackling laugh. Diller and Lucille Ball never acted together, but did appear on various TV specials and talk shows together. In a 1972 episode of “Here’s Lucy,” female impersonator Jim Bailey ‘did’ Diller to a tee!

“You have to allow for some exaggerated qualities.” ~ Phyllis Diller

Nancy Walker ~ was a pint-sized musical comedy dynamo of stage and screen. Walker and Ball were both in the film Best Foot Forward (1943). On sitcoms, she is best remembered as Rhoda’s mother on “Rhoda” (1974-78).

Jayne Meadows ~ was known for her infectious laugh and her extensive work in stage plays, teleplays, and in books. Her younger sister was Audrey Meadows, of “The Honeymooners” (1955) TV fame. She was married to host and raconteur Steve Allen. In 1970, she appeared on “Here’s Lucy”.

Audrey Meadows ~ sister of Jayne, was best known for playing long-suffering housewife Alice Kramden opposite Jackie Gleason on “The Honeymooners.” In 1986, she played Lucy’s sister on an episode of the short-lived series “Life With Lucy.”

Anne Meara ~ was part of a comedy team with her husband Jerry Stiller. She also appeared on sitcoms, films, and television commercials. Towards the end of her career, she appeared on “Archie Bunker’s Place.” Meara appeared with Ball on a March 1968 episode of Ed Sullivan’s “Talk of the Town”.

“You know, women and comics have a quality of vulnerability.” ~ Anne Meara

Totie Fields ~ was a stand-up comedian often compared to Don Rickles (because of her insult comedy) and Jackie Gleason (due to her size). She played Poopsie Bubkiss on a 1972 episode of “Here’s Lucy.”

“They didn’t know so they called me the female Jackie Gleason.” ~ Totie Fields

Kaye Ballard ~ was a musical comedy performer and sitcom star best known for playing one of “The Mothers-in-Law” in the Desi Arnaz sitcom opposite Eve Arden. She appeared on “Here’s Lucy” in 1971 in “Lucy and Harry’s Italian Bombshell” (S4;E3).

Eve Arden ~ was one of RKO’s ‘drop gag girls’ along with Lucille Ball appearing together in Stage Door (1937) and Having Wonderful Time (1938). She made a guest appearance as herself on “I Love Lucy” in 1955. She is best known for playing the title role in “Our Miss Brooks” and one of “The Mothers-in-Law” in the Desi Arnaz sitcom opposite Kaye Ballard.

Imogene Coca ~ was best remembered for playing opposite Sid Caesar on “Your Show of Shows”, which ran on NBC from February 1950 to June 1954. She only appeared together with Lucille Ball once, on Bob Hope’s “Women I Love: Beautiful But Funny” in 1982.

Nanette Fabray ~ was a beloved stage and screen performer who won two Emmy Awards for her work with Sid Caesar in 1956 (beating Audrey Meadows, Art Carney’s co-star) and in 1957 (beating Lucille Ball herself). Fabray had severe hearing loss and was an advocate for disability rights. She appeard opposite Lucy in “Happy Anniversary and Goodbye” in 1974.

Peggy Cass ~ was an actress best known for her Oscar-nominated performance in Auntie Mame (1949) opposite Rosalind Russell. Her only appearance with Lucille Ball was when she was Jack Paar’s sidekick on “Jack Paar Tonight” in May 1973.

Mary Tyler Moore ~ was best known as the star of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (filmed at Desilu) and “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.” In March 1979 Lucille Ball guest-starred on her short-lived variety show “The Mary Tyler Moore Hour”.

Valerie Harper ~ was best known for her role as Rhoda Morgenstern on “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” and “Rhoda”. She got her start on the Broadway stage, singing in the chorus of Wildcat (1960) starring Lucille Ball.

Carol Channing ~ originated the title role in the Broadway musical Hello, Dolly! In January 1964 and played the part until August 1965. She won a Tony Award for her portrayal and would re-visit the role many times during her career. Lucille Ball produced an episode of “The Lucy Show” in which Lucy Carmichael goes undercover as Carol Channing.

Jo Anne Worley ~ was best known for her regular appearances on “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In,” which was programmed opposite “Here’s Lucy” in the late 1960s and early ‘70s. Unlike some of “Laugh-In” co-stars, she never worked with Lucille Ball.

Ruth Buzzi ~ like Worley, was one of the break-out stars of “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In”. She made an appearance on “Here’s Lucy” in 1972. In 1986, Ruth Buzzi guest-starred (with John Ritter) on the second episode of “Life With Lucy.” She was nominated for five Emmy Awards and won a Golden Globe in 1973.

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macybeckham7 · 4 years

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Army Medic - Eric Dier

Part Eight

YN looked at herself through the reflection, she looked to the side and saw the little bump that she was now rocking. A small smile appeared on her face as her hand goes over the four month bump. Her eyes goes to her shoulder wound, her fingers going over the scar and she felt herself wince at the touch as all the memories come flooding back.

She heard someone come closer and she quickly got herself covered up and dressed. Imogen walks in with a stack of envelopes.

‘Anything for me?’ She questioned as she turned her attention.

She has a little grimace on her face before handing the letters to her. She looked through the four envelopes with the personalised handwriting, she couldn’t see her name or any writing that she knew.

She felt her heart ache alittle, since Eric stormed out she hasn’t heard from him. She has penned him a few letters but nothing, she even reached out to her mum but she wouldn’t answer the paragraph about the footballer. She even took the Dele and Ruby route but still nothing.

Captain Henry and YN had now had a non spoken respect for eachother now, Henry realised the reason his soldiers respected her with YN deciding to put her feelings to one side.

It was one evening and he heard a knock on the door, he called out a ‘come in’ he looked up after a while and see YN. He gives her a small smile and takes off his glasses, he definitely wasn’t expecting her to say what came out of her mouth next. ‘I think it’s time for me to leave’ she mutters.

Everyone hugs Smudge and wishes her luck as she tells the ones who were staying for the next tour, to stay safe. Animal hugs her with the two staying in the embrace, she whispering to look after everyone and the drinks will be on her. Imogen hugged her tightly before she walked her to the vehicle where the other troops. She kissed her on the cheek as Imogen showed her emotions, YN squeezing her hand as she tells her to believe in her gut.

...

The car stops infront of the house, her eyes roaming over the house that has so many memories of her and Eric all over the home. A small smile appeared on her face before she thanks the driver, she climbed out of cab and grabbed her bag and flung it over her arm.

She tried to control herself as she walked down the path.

Eric was on FaceTime with Dele as the two were laughing and joking, his attention turned to the door that a small knock appeared. He told Del to hold on a second before he jumped up and ran towards the door.

His breath hitched as his eyes met with YN, her face was soft as her hair was in a milkmaid plait. She was in her army gear, his eyes stayed on her stomach.

‘You’re back’ he whispers.

She nods. ‘I’m back’

He watches as her eyes looks over him taken in his appearance, her eyes softens as he was shaven with a beard, which was her best kind of Dier.

‘How long for?’ He asked.

‘However long you want me..’ she mutters. ‘Can I come in?’ She asks.

He nods and opens the door wider, and lets her walk in.

She places her bag down and walks around the living room, her eyes noticing all the little changes. The different cushions, the new plants around the place, she knowing that he can’t keep a plant alive more than a month. A few new more photos framed up. She walks towards the book shelf and see the new books that he had. Eric stays at the door and watches her, he was scared to take his eyes off incase he realises that he was just daydreaming.

He watches as she looks around, her eyes finding him stalking her. She gives him a small smile before they both sit down. Eric handing her a cup of tea which she instantly hummed at how good it was. She’s always said that he could make the best cup of tea, even though it was only four steps no one came close.

‘How is the shoulder and the hand?’ He asked as he watched her enjoyed the tea, and the warmth in her hands.

‘Fully healed’ she smiled.

He nods. There was a little awkward silence between the two of them.

‘What makes you decide to leave the army?’ He asked.

Her eyes softens. ‘You haven’t spoken to me in two months, I shouldn’t of ever chose between you and the baby’ she gently takes his hand. ‘I love you so much E, and I’m sorry for hurting you, I should of never made you think that the army was before you, because I love you so much’ she gushed.

He pulls her towards him, and kisses her forehead before wrapping his large arms around as she cries on his shoulder.

He stands up and takes her with him, he walks up the stairs and sets her a bath. He undressed her and could tell just how knackered she was. He knelt infront of her and gently kisses her the little bump, her hands going to the back of his head, a small sigh escaping as she enjoys the feeling of his lips against her skin. He puts her into the tub and gets her starts washing her, her body instantly relaxing under the warm soapy water.

...

Eric woke up as soon as YN pulled out of his arm, he destruct quiet as he watched her figure walk out of the bedroom. He was nervous about what the lasted tour had its effects on you and the baby. He knew that she’d never tell him what she witnessed and that kind of scared him, especially because he couldn’t see the scars that was on the inside. He laid alone in bed and listened to her move about, he got up and walked slowly around to try and find her.

He stopped in the spare room and found her just sat there. He walked over to her, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder she instantly jumping up. He couldn’t help but notice how much she looked like a scared little puppy. He puts his hands up in surrender before she is bursting into tears.

He manages to calm her down and gets her back to bed but they were now wide awake, neither of them knowing what to say. That was until Eric suggests to go to the hospital for a check up.

He had training first so decided to let her come with him, he couldn’t stop checking up on her throughout practice. He managed to pry everyone away from her as they gushed over her which he knew she hated. His eyes watching her nonstop with Dele laughing that she could look after herself and didn’t need him watching over him.

And that was exactly what the two argued about that night, YN getting annoyed that he was just constantly there since she arrived home a few days ago. And pointing out she was pregnant and not an infant.

He took it on the chin. ‘Don’t push me away YN, this isn’t about you anymore this is about the little one too’ he says softly.

His hand going to her stomach but she instantly pulling away.

....

‘How is she?’ YN’s mum questioned, not really sure she wants to know the answer.

He lets out a small sigh. ‘She’s...well a little quiet than normal, but that’s normal isn’t it, I think this is the first time she’s really thinking about the baby’ he explains in a low tone.

He instantly bursts into tears. ‘She doesn’t want this, she’s right I wouldn’t of been able to kiss goodbye to my career just like that and started a family’ he says in quiet tone.

‘Darling she doesn’t know what she wants, she has never had a plan on her life. This might of shaken her a bit but there is no way she’d choose her career before a family with her one true love’ she says softly.

‘I know she can be a little hard but please stick with her, she’ll get through this because of you darling, don’t give up on her now’

Eric bidding his goodbye to YN’s mum before he ran his hands over his face as he let out a frustrated sigh. He walks towards the bedroom and looks at her asleep in their bed. He gently getting into bed beside her and wrapping his arm around her as she snuggles into him.

#army medic #eric dier imagines #eric dier blurbs #eric dier

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zoeygreensimblr · 4 years

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Superman (Episode 51)

"Happy Birthday Baby" I say excitedly to Angus when I'm cooking him breakfast. I'd tossed and turned all night, the stress of finding out that I'm pregnant weighing heavily on my mind but I decided to push all the stress down for today and make the day special for Angus.

"Thank you baby" He says to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck, "And what surprises do I have to look forward to tonight?"

"Angus if I tell you then it won't be a surprise", I laugh, "Be patient baby, I've got the biggest surprise coming"

"I love you my girl" He whispers to me as his hand slides up my thigh, I stop it before it goes too far, "Sorry baby, I forgot" He apologises sadly. I feel so bad that I'm rejecting him on his birthday, once the truth is out I'll make it up to him.

"We are going out for lunch today so Tess and Brian can set up for the party" I tell him, trying to keep the mood cheery.

"For the New Years Eve party" He laughs.

"For my baby's 23rd birthday party" I exclaim, I'm so excited for tonight and I can't wait to see the look on his face when I give him his gift.

I booked a table at Chez Llama, Don and I had planned a special menu for Angus, a double beef and bacon burger, curly fries with strawberry ice cream for dessert, not that I thought I could stomach any of it right now.

"Happy Birthday Angus" My Mother greeted Angus when we arrive at the restaurant, wrapping him up in a hug, "I reserved you the best table by the window"

"Thank you Ruth" Angus replies and Mum walks us to our table where there's a giant box, decorated with a big red bow, on the table.

"Open your present baby" I tell him and he lifts the top off and looks at me confused, pulling out a captains hat.

"This is just part one of your present" I tease him, smiling brightly. Don brings out our meals and I watch Angus' face light up.

"This is my favourite" He exclaims

"I know, that's why I had Don make it especially for you, I even had him remove all the carbs too" I joke

"You're the best, Princess" He tells me, taking my hand and kissing it

"Just wait until you see what part two is" I tease him and he smiles brightly.

After lunch I drive us back to Brindleton Bay, parking out the front of my parents house.

"Grab your hat, we are going on an adventure" I tell him.

We walk down to the bay and I board a boat moored at the docks.

"Ah Zoey, we can't just climb aboard boats" Angus says and I laugh

"We can when I hired the boat for the afternoon, are you coming aboard Captain Angus?" I ask him and he climbs aboard, pulling the anchor up and taking his place at the wheel.

"It's a good thing I have a boat licence or this could end really badly" He laughs as we pull away from the dock and head across the bay towards the lighthouse.

"When did you learn how to drive a boat?" I ask him, he's never brought it up that he had a boat licence, I only found out last week from Imogen when I ran the idea by her of hiring a boat and an actual captain.

"About 4 years ago, Caleb owns a boat that we would take out on weekends but it got destroyed in that big storm we had last year" He tells me, "Oh and you don't drive a boat, you pilot it, like a plane" He corrects me proudly.

"Well you look sexy piloting the boat baby" I inform him

"Come here, I'll teach you how" He encourages me, holding out his hand, I take it and he pulls me towards the wheel, standing behind me he guides my hands into place.

"Is this safe?" I asks nervously, what if I do something wrong and we crash?

"I got you baby, I'm right here and nothing will go wrong" He reassures me, kissing my neck softly, making me want him but I can't cave in, as much as I really want to.

"You should take over, this is your gift and we will be docking soon" I say, making excuses to prevent this from going further.

"I love this baby, you always think outside the box for gifts and I love that" He praises me, "We should stay at the lighthouse tonight, after the party, I'll use my two night stay and we can have some alone time" He suggests and I think it sounds like a great idea.

"I'll drive us to the dock, we can catch the ferry over" I offer, knowing he would of been suspicious of me if I wasn't drinking so this gives me an excuse.

"Are you sure baby? I want you to have fun tonight too" He frets and I wrap my arms around his waist.

"I can have fun without drinking and I'll be with you so I have everything I need to have fun" I assure him.

"You're so good to me Princess, I love you so much" he swoons happily, tonight is his night because tomorrow his world will come crashing down.

Tess and Brian did an amazing job on decorating our house, there's "Happy Birthday" and "Happy New Year" banners hanging everywhere with balloons and streamers in-between.

"Thank you so much" I say to them both, "This place looks awesome"

"We also have something for you both, it arrived today" Brian says, pointing to a giant package in the hallway, Angus and I unwrap it carefully to reveal the large silver photo frame inside, engraved with our names.

"It's for your wedding photo" Tess explains and I hug her tightly

"It's beautiful, thank you so much" I cry. Angus shakes Brian's hand.

"Thank you brother" Angus says to Brian, "You're a good friend"

"We have something else for you too" Brian says, pulling an envelope from his back pocket and handing it to Angus who opens it up and his face lights up.

"How did you get this?" Angus ask Brian, surprised

"I won it" Tess tells Angus, "I entered a competition where the prize was a jersey signed by the captain of the Llamas and a meet and greet before the first game of the season" Tess explains excitedly and now I know what was inside the envelope.

"It's for two people" Brian says, hinting that he wants to come along

"I don't know any other Llamas fans, except for Zoey who owns her own uniform" Angus laughs, I blush and Brian looks disappointed, "Of course I'll be taking you Brian, you fool"

"We are going to stay at the lighthouse after the party" I announce to Tess and Brian, "We will be gone for two nights so you two can have the house to yourselves". I watch Tess and Brian exchange looks, they love having the house to themselves as much as we do.

"I'll help you pack so you can leave after midnight" Tess offers, taking an overnight bag out of the hallway cupboard and slipping into my room. She far too excited to get us out of the house.

Steph arrived at 5pm, carrying the costume that she had made for me 2 weeks earlier, it's a beautiful purple fairy dress, with tendrils that flow and zips up at the back.

"I love this Steph, how much do I owe you?" I ask her.

"Absolutely nothing Zo, it's my gift to you" Steph says as she zips me up, "Although my measurements may have been a bit off because it's looking a little tight, sorry Zoey" She apologises to me. Shit, I've put on weight already? Surely not.

"It's fine Steph, I'm just bloated right now and ate a big lunch" I try to explain it away so she doesn't get suspicious.

"I'm bloated too, the joys of being a woman hey?" she laughs. Joy is not the word I'd use right now.

Steph did my make-up, using my new eye shadow pallet, making my eyes sparkle with silver and gold hues, she then styled my hair in a fancy French twist and lastly helped me slip the wings on.

"You're the best Steph, I love it so much" I praise her, spinning around my room

"You're welcome lovely, it's going to be an amazing night" Steph says as she pulls her own costume from her bag.

"I'll leave you to get ready, call me if you need anything" I tell her, closing the door to my bedroom behind me.

The guests for the party start to arrive so I lead them out the back to the pool where Brian, dressed as an astronaut, is cooking food on the grill and Don, dressed as a pirate, is mixing drinks at the bar. I find Angus, talking to Caleb, he's dressed as Superman and he looks mighty fine.

"Happy birthday my sexy super hero" I say sliding up to him and kissing him, he smells so good too.

"You look so cute baby" He says as he spins me around.

"Hi Zoey" Caleb greets me

"Hey Caleb, I like your costume" I tell him, he's dress as a vampire and he actually looks really authentic. Angus excuses himself to go greet other guests, leaving me alone with Caleb.

"Thanks. I didn't get a chance to congratulate you last week on your engagement" Caleb says, holding up his drink as if to toast me.

"Thank you Caleb, it was a bit of a surprise, still hasn't fully sunk in yet" I tell him, scanning the backyard for an excuse to run away but I don't want to seem rude, Caleb is Angus' friend so I should make an effort.

"You must be so happy Zoey, to finally have him where you want him" Caleb laughs and I look at him confused.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, where did I want him?" I ask him

"Under your thumb Zoey" He says coldly before storming off, leaving me to feel his cruel words. Do not cry Zoey, do not cry.

"Zoey" Annabelle calls to me as she steps into the backyard, dressed as a bumble bee with cute space buns in her hair, a black and yellow bodysuit and wings, "You look so cute"

"Thanks Annabelle, so do you" I say, trying to conceal my sadness from the conversation with Caleb.

"You ok babe?" She asks me, she can read my face even though I tried to hide it.

"Caleb said I have Angus under my thumb" I confess to her, "I don't want to stop him from doing all the things he loves" I fret but Annabelle just laughs and hugs me

"Zoey, Caleb is a dick, there's a reason why we don't hang out with him and why Angus is his only friend. He pretends to be a big player when in reality he just can't hold onto a girl because of his shitty attitude" Annabelle comforts me and Steph slides up beside us.

"Who has a shitty attitude?" She asks Annabelle

"Caleb does, he told Zoey that she has Angus under her thumb" Annabelle tells her and I look away in shame.

"Ugh, he's such a dick. Zoey, he used to try and do this shit to me too, he's a jealous little man who doesn't want to lose his one and only friend" Steph explains

"But you all go see his band all the time?" I question them, they've never mentioned before that they don't like Caleb.

"Well yeah because we like the music but hate the guy" Steph laughs, "You need to tell Angus though, it's not right"

"I can't, if I say anything then Angus will turn on Caleb, I don't want to be the reason they are not friends anymore" I tell them.

"Zoey, either you say something to him or I will because I will not allow Caleb to treat you like this" Steph tells me firmly. Great, I'll add it to my list of thing I need to tell Angus.

"Ok, I'll tell him but not tonight, lets just let Angus have a great night" I reason with Steph and she nods in agreement.

The party was a success, Imogen gave a heartfelt speech about how proud she was of Angus, how happy she can see he is now and how I helped heal his wounds. I gave him the last part of his present, a 4 days cruise around the islands of Sulani, his face beams with excitement.

Tess brings out the ice cream cake, it is shaped like a soccer ball and Angus blows out his candles.

"Did you make a wish?" I whisper to him, wrapping my arms around him, he really does fill out the superman costume quite well.

"I did and I packed an old towel to take to the lighthouse so I can make sure my wish comes true" He winks at me and my heart leaps into my throat, we keep all spare towels in the guest bathroom that none of us use, the same bathroom that I've hidden the pregnancy test in, I force myself to smile so that he doesn't think there's anything going on.

"I can't wait to be alone with you at the lighthouse baby" I exclaim.

"Do you wanna go now?" He asks me, the party is in full swing and it's not even midnight yet.

"Are we allowed to leave?" I fret, this is our house, shouldn't we stay until the end?

"We are allowed to do whatever the fuck we want to Princess, it's my birthday and I want to be with my baby" Angus tells me, "Plus Tess and Brian are here so it will be ok, don't stress baby."

He takes my hand and we do our rounds of goodbyes, grabbing our bags and I drive us to the docks where there's a ferry waiting, we board and take our seats, still dressed in our costumes.

"Have you spoken to Tess lately?" Angus asks me as the ferry pulls away from the dock and heads towards the other side of the bay.

"I spoke to her yesterday but didn't get chance to talk to her today." I tell him, confused, "Why do you ask?"

"It's not my place to say anything" He says, looking away from me.

"Angus, tell me, please, if there's something going on with my sister I need to know" I urge him and he turns back to look at me, worried look on his face.

"Tess was drinking a lot tonight" He points out

"No more than usual" I say, defending my sister, is that it? Is he worried about her drinking?

"I found a pregnancy test in the bottom drawer in the guest bathroom, I saw it when I was grabbing you tampons because I saw you forgot to pack them" He explains and I feel a pit form in my stomach, fuck, he found it.

"Maybe it's not Teresa's" I say nervously

"Well there's only you and her in the house who would use a pregnancy test and I know it's not yours" He laughs, "I'm guessing she hasn't told Brian yet and she was stashing it in the guest bathroom knowing Brian never goes in there. What a relief it's not us going through that hey?" He asks me, big smile on his face as I sit there, a ball of nerves.

"It's not Tess'" I tell him, the words leaving my mouth before I even realise they're out. He looks at me like he's seen a ghost.

"I don't understand Zoey, if it's not ours and it's not your sisters then who does it belong to?" He questions me.

"I took the test yesterday when I was with your sister" I confess in a small voice.

"Fuck" he yells, putting his head in his hands, "And when were you planning on telling me Zoey?"

"I was going to tell you tomorrow, I didn't want to ruin your birthday" I tell him, feeling the tears pin prick my eyes and start falling down my face.

"I should of known yesterday when you found out. You kept a secret from me Zoey" He shouts at me, "When I kept a secret you dragged me across the coals for it before breaking up with me." His words are a bitter and angry reminder.

The ferry docks and we get off, walking in silence up to the light house. He opens the door with the key that we collected from the lighthouse keeper earlier that day and climb the stairs to our room, dumping our bags on the floor.

"Im going to have a shower" Angus announces to me, walking off towards the bathroom.

"Do you want me to join you?" I ask tentatively, hoping that the walk cleared his mood.

"I'd rather you didn't Zoey" He says coldly as he closes the door to the bathroom behind him, I grab my nightdress and fresh underwear from my bag and follow him in there anyway, I don't care if he doesn't want me to, I need to shower too. I open the door to the bathroom and he glares at me but still makes room for me when I climb in. I grab the soap and wash myself, cleaning the make up from my face, not saying a word to him and when I'm done I climb out, towel dry myself, get dressed and leave him to finish his shower alone. I climb into bed and sob into my pillow, Happy New Year Zoey, looks like you're going to be a single mother.

Angus steps out of the bathroom, wearing only his briefs, he turns the light out and climbs into bed beside me, turning his back to me, I reach my hand out to touch his arm but he pushes it away so I roll over.

"Are you going to break up with me?" I ask him, fear running though me, I feel him roll over to me, wrapping his arm around me.

"No baby, never" He whispers to me as I sob in his arms, "I was just angry that you didn't tell me, I'm so sorry Princess. You must have been so scared and here I am just being the arsehole who makes it all about me. I'm so sorry"

"I wanted to tell you but I was afraid that you would be angry at me" I cry

"Does Tess know?" He asks me, he knows I tell her everything

"No, only Imogen knows because she made me take the test while I was there, if I had taken it when I was alone then you would have been the first to know." I explain and he kisses my neck softly.

"I love you Zoey, I freaked out and overreacted and I'm so sorry" He says in a small voice, I turn over to face in, the light of the full moon lighting up the room so I can see his face, he still looks scared.

"I freaked out too when I found out, I had a panic attack in front of Imogen" I tell him, feeling more at ease.

"Oh Princess, I wish I could have been there, to hold your hand." He comforts me and I kiss him.

"I really wasn't trying to hide this from you Angus, I just wanted you to have a great birthday, I was always going to tell you tomorrow" I make clear to him.

"Fuck my birthday, next time just tell me so you're not going through something like this alone, you're my number one priority Princess, well you and now our baby" He tells me, smiling brightly at me, "Now, is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Well yes but it's nothing big, it's just about Caleb" I tell him

"What happened?" He asks me, pulling back in alarm

"He said I have you right where I want you, under my thumb" I confess, feeling a little silly that I let it get to me

"That fucking piece of shit" He shouts, "He's pissed at me because I stopped going to Saturday brunch with him and Molly dumped him so he's targeting you"

"So you don't feel that way too? That I have you under my thumb?" I fret to him

"Absolutely not, I've felt nothing but freedom when I'm with you Zoey, if I'm spending everyday with you it's because I choose to" He reassures me and I feel the weight of the world lift from my shoulders. The fireworks start going off across the bay and we rush to our little round window to watch them.

"Happy Birthday my Superman" I say, snuggling into Angus.

"Happy New Year my gorgeous Fairy Princess" He replies, kissing me softly

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viosoul · 4 years

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Where Are You

(The rest of the story under the cut due to length.)

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Elliot stared at his phone, waiting for a response from Harper. His hand shook as he typed out his latest text to her, and pressed send, the message joining about 8 messages that had gone unanswered. He looked at the clock and sighed. It's already 12:30 AM, there's no way Harper would be gone this long for an errand or a prank… His phone suddenly beeped with a message alert. He pounced on it as fast as he could, but to his dismay, it was only from Imogen.

Imogen: I haven't heard from her

Imogen: haven't seen her around Downtown. Did she reply to you yet?

Elliot groaned in disappointment. Nevertheless, he typed out a reply.

Elliot: not yet

He looked up and saw three mugs on the table. Two other people were sitting there, one mug each in front of them. His grandfather motioned for him to sit down, which he refused to until Robbie spoke.

"It's hot chocolate." He said as calmly as he could, trying not to show his worry to keep his boyfriend as calm as possible. Despite this, he added: "Harper's not the type to go down that easily." He moved the chair for Elliot, and the worried brother sat down.

"Your boyfriend's right. Your sister isn't one to be underestimated." His grandfather said. "She's proven that firsthand two months ago." He nudged the hot drink towards his grandson, who slowly moved to take it. "She'll be fine."

Elliot didn't think that his grandfather fully believed his own words, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and drank his cocoa carefully.

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Meanwhile, while Imogen had no luck searching downtown, Tom hadn't had any luck himself looking in the wooded area of Pine Springs. He shone his flashlight around the area yet again, worry and fear gripping at him. There was no way Harper would just up and vanish like this. There was no way his girlfriend would do that. She wouldn't leave them high and dry. Especially Elliot. If there was one thing their time together taught him about her, it was that her brother, despite being half-siblings, was very important to her. In fact, he and Elliot had struck up a friendship of their own already because of her. She was their common ground. He opened his phone and typed out a text to her.

Tom: where are you?

Tom: Why aren't you answering your phone?

Tom: Everyone's getting worried

Tom: Hope you're getting these

Tom: When you see these please respond

He tucked his phone back in his pocket, and suddenly saw a rustle in the bushes. He stopped in his tracks for a brief second before rushing towards it, hoping it was Harper. To his disappointment, it was only a raccoon. He watched it scamper away before rubbing his eyes and sighing.

Harper, where are you?

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A sigh came out of the mouth of the new police chief of Pine Springs as he checked his phone again to find one new text, with the same content as the previous ones: their friend still hadn't been found. He was currently in the residential area of the town, hoping to find someone who had even seen where Harper had gone. So far, he had no luck. It was like she vanished into thin air. But in the short time he knew her, she had never been one to just up and go.

The entire thing had definitely put a bad taste in Parker Shaw's mouth.

He raised his radio and spoke into it. "Any sign of her?"

The radio crackled with static before a voice on the other end replied. "No one's seen her. You sure she didn't skip town? I mean, it's a possibility, what with the trauma and all-"

"Save it." Parker said, agitated. He caught himself and took a deep breath. "Sorry, sorry. It's just that… If she was traumatized and that was her reason to leave, wouldn't she have left earlier than now? Wouldn't she have left already?" He voiced out loud. "Update me if you find anything."

"Yes chief."

With that affirmation, Parker put down his radio and sighed again, checking his watch. It was 1:30 in the morning, and they had been searching since 9:00 that evening.

We're not giving up on you, Harper. So don't give up on us.

He returned to searching.

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Meanwhile, Danni was down by the docks with her trusty camera, looking for any sign of Harper. She figured that since it was her last day in town for a while, she would go somewhere to reminisce on everything that had happened. Harper didn't seem like the kind of person to go reflecting about paranormal troubles at 1:45 in the morning, but Danni figured hey, you never know.

She fought back a yawn, refusing to admit she was tired. She didn't want to believe this was turning into a wild goose chase, but they would have found their friend by now.

Stop it, Asturias. She should be nearby. She reasoned with herself. It's not like she just decided "hey, I'll just go and leave without saying goodbye, leaving my friends, boyfriend, grandfather, and especially my brother who I worried so much over two months ago when he was kidnapped by my vengeful ghost grandma behind." She wouldn't, even if this town's done a number on her psyche-

Suddenly, she stopped. Was it her, or did she see movement just now?

She rushed towards the movement, camera at the ready in case it wasn't Harper. She hoped it was though. That way everyone would know she was fine.

No such luck.

Instead, she witnessed a tall robed figure running away from the docks, wet with water. Without thinking, she snapped a photo of her target, which only inspired them to run faster.

Danni gave chase, her glare focused on the person in front of her. He ran through the marina, diving in and out of view, never looking back all the while. Suddenly, just when Danni thought she had her suspect cornered, the robed figure knocked some barrels over, blocking her path and escaping as they fell.

Damn it! Danni angrily chided herself as she recovered from the sudden surprise. As if remembering, she took her new photo in hand, and went to a more lit area to wait for it to develop. As it came into view, she squinted at the person.

Was it just her, or was the figure wearing a blue robe? And didn't that symbol look familiar?

She had a bad feeling about this.

She quickly shot a text to the group chat, telling them to get to the docks ASAP, as in "this-is-extremely-urgent, get-your-asses-over-here-NOW." In the meantime, she retraced their steps, looking at the ground. The closer she got to the water, the more visible the footsteps leading away from it were. Taking photos, she followed them to the water, where she found a boat that, judging by the water inside it, was recently used.

Before she could get into the boat to look inside it further, the red and blue siren lights appeared, and along with them the other three members of their Scooby Doo gang.

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Arthur groaned. He finally managed to convince Elliot to at least take a nap, and even then, it took Robbie saying he would stay with him in order to convince him. The old man made a mental note to thank him properly later. He took a look at the clock, which now read 2:15 AM. If this had been two months ago, he would have grounded Harper for life by now, if her grandmother hadn't gotten to her first. Now, he was more frightened. After all, Josie- Josephine, was gone. His granddaughter banished her herself. He didn't know whether he preferred having one clear theory to not having any ideas as to where his grandkid was at all.

He sat down yet again at the dining table, tired but refusing to sleep until he had news about Harper. In the meantime, he thought about the past two months.

He hadn't expected to become the legal guardian of his grandkids, especially after the murder of his daughter and her husband. He hadn't expected his granddaughter to go around Pine Springs, snooping around and poking her nose where it was extremely dangerous. He didn't expect her, his employee, and a ground of other people to form a gang all working towards uncovering the truth of the town. He didn't expect to be found out, controlled, and jailed. And there was no way he had ever expected that Josephine would meet Harper the way she did, and what happened afterwards was included in that entire last chunk.

Just as he stood up to grab blankets for Elliot and Robbie, the phone rang, waking the two boys. Arthur made it to the phone first.

"Arthur here."

Elliot and Robbie watched him, the latter holding onto his boyfriend protectively. They watched the old man's face fall into shock before he dropped the phone.

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"So you saw a guy in the cult's robes running away from the water? Didn't Josephine kill the entire cult except for Arthur?"

Parker was asking Danni questions as the two of them, along with Imogen and Tom, rode in a boat together while the rest of Pine Springs' police force followed them in separate boats. Imogen was looking out, while Tom was calling out Harper's name over and over. Tom's voice was sounding scratchy already, which told Imogen that he had been out the whole time looking for Harper, just like the rest of them. She looked out, hoping to spot something, anything…

And that's when she saw it.

Her jaw dropped as she pointed to a coffin barely floating on the surface of the water. It looked like it had some of its seams burst, allowing water to get in, which would explain how come part of it was underwater. But that wasn't what bothered her. It was the fact that there was a coffin in the water in the first place. As far as everything she knew went, none of the victims were buried in the lake. Their bodies were all brought ashore and were given proper funerals.

She couldn't gather the ability to say anything, but Tom had noticed her pointing, so he did the talking.

"Guys! Look!"

The next few minutes went by quickly for the group. They were the closest to it, and they had the police chief on their boat, so while Parker and Tom swam out to the coffin to get it, Imogen flashed a light to guide them back. Danni held her breath unconsciously, hoping that this was just an overlooked coffin, that the theory forming in her head wasn't true, that Parker and Tom bringing the coffin aboard wasn't signaling the end of the search despite her mentally begging it to be over earlier…

With the help of a crowbar Parker had brought on board, "just in case", he had said, he pried the lid off.

Parker blinked multiple times, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Imogen was beginning to hyperventilate. Danni began to wish more than ever in her life that she was wrong. And Tom, having helped Parker move the lid off, was the last person to see inside the coffin, and was now numbly staring at the body inside.

Harper's eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open and her head tilted back. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and there seemed to be blood at the bottom of the coffin. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and what was worse, she wasn't breathing or moving at all.

Silence reigned within the group on the boat for what seemed like forever, though it was only a minute. That silence of shock, horror, and heartbreak was broken first by Imogen's agonized scream. Then came Danni's sobs, followed by Parker shakily speaking on his radio to the rest of the force. Finally, Tom silently and numbly fell on his knees, unable to take his eyes off his dead girlfriend.

Harper… no… you can't be…

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His grandfather suddenly dropping the phone with an expression of horror and shock on his face did not mean anything good.

It didn't help that he was deliberately not looking at them at all. Within seconds, Elliot saw his grandfather fall to the floor, looking clearly like he was holding back tears.

While he went to help his grandfather, Robbie rushed to the phone, where he heard the voice of Parker Shaw. Robbie quickly asked what had happened, what did he say that got his Elliot and Harper's grandfather so shaken up. The moment he finished his question, Parker could be heard trying to breathe over the receiver.

After a long minute of this, Robbie was beginning to panic himself. "I'm so sorry to sound like this officer, but what the hell happened?! What did you tell Elliot and Harper's grandfather?!" His now raised and worried voice was sharpened, and Parker finally got the strength to repeat the words. Immediately, Robbie's eyes went wide with disbelief. It couldn't be true. There was no way. And yet, it was too late for practical jokes. And no one would joke about a friend's death to their elderly grandparent. At least, he didn't think Parker would.

"What is it?!" Elliot asked, getting terrified. "What happened?!"

"… I'm so sorry, Elliot… I'm so sorry… You have no idea, I am so sorry-"

"Robbie you're scaring me!" Elliot practically screamed. Both people around him were suddenly acting weird, to say the absolute least. "Who's on the phone, what did they say?!"

"… Elliot, I-"

"I can take it, Robbie, just give me the phone!"

As Elliot switched places with Robbie and spoke into the phone, he heard Parker take a sharp, deep breath, as though he would be the hardest person to explain to. At last, Parker told Elliot the news. And the words Elliot never wanted to hear finally came out of Parker's mouth.

"We- The four of us… I'm so sorry, Elliot… Harper's not coming home. She- She can't… She drowned. It was most likely murder."

Unlike his grandfather, Elliot managed to keep hold of the phone as everything just froze and muted around him. He felt like he was having a nightmare that felt all too real, his vision hazy as though he was in a dream. He wanted to scream to Parker over the phone that he must be joking, that he could cut the prank out and put his sister on the line, but hearing Imogen and Danni crying over the phone made it all horrifically real. He could hear absolutely nothing from Tom, which only cemented the news.

He shakily thanked Parker and hung up, then felt his body go on autopilot as his grandfather managed to move to him and hug him tightly, accompanied by Robbie, all three with tears streaming down their faces. Elliot couldn't feel anything though. It was too much. He couldn't bear to repeat the thought to himself, but he somehow did.

Harper's dead, and she's never coming home.

#it lives beneath #choices #angst #i told you guys this was long

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diorthesuperior · 5 years

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Park dates (sequel)- a hyungwon fluff

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

You look down with love in your eyes at your beautiful little girl who is calling out to your boyfriend, Hyungwon.

“Aish Imogen don't get your pretty floral dress dirty! We don't want to make mummy's life harder” hyungwon exclaimed a little flustered but unable to hide his giggles.

Hyungwon ran down to Imogen grabbing her by her little waist and lifting her into the air, swaying her into a playful way. He sang to her a song she loved titled 'honestly'.

You can't help but smile at the sight playing before you, the man you love and the little girl you love most enjoying themselves while you finally get to sit and rest. Life was perfect it couldn't get any better. He was like a man in a movie.

“DADDY DADDY CAN YOU DO MY HAIR?”

“Yes ofcourse sweetie, will you sit down on daddy's lap so he can give you some cute piggytails?”

Imogen chuckled holding onto Hyungwons hand while skipping over to the bench you sat at.

Hyungwons gaze was so wholesome, he gathered each strand of hair neatly and so delicately and wrapped pink pompom hair ties around each piggytail. Her little piggytails bounced with each giggle she made. She was the epitome of cuteness.

After that, Imogen held onto Hyungwons hand tightly running after a butterfly. Imogen was a determined little girl, just like you. She was fascinated by their beauty. Therefore, when she ran, hyungwon was also being dragged. The whole situation was really amusing to you because you could tell that hyungwon got tired so he subtly distracted Imogen into making daisy chains. Hyungwon lay down on the grass looking over at you smiling so cheerfully. However he was interrupted by a little girl jumping onto his chest. He let out a grunt of sudden pain while you laughed to yourself. Imogen placed the flower crown she spent that past 10 minutes making while hyungwon rested onto hyungwons silver bangs.

“Aw thank you Imogen!” he smiled bringing Imogen into a light hug.

“Y/N! How do I look?” Hyungwon winked over.

“Beautiful as always”

You took out your phone and snapped a photo of the two in the grass with daisychains typing a caption.

“The loves of my life <3”

After some time you got up and walked along the footpaths, hyungwon holding Imogen on his shoulders while you and Imogen ate icecream.

“Mummy! Daddy!”

“Yes?” you both say in unison.

“I love you!”

#monsta x #fluff #hyugwon fluff #kpop #monbebe

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endlessflame · 5 years

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Sexual Healing (Tom x MC, NSFW)

Summary: Tom gives Milla first aid, and things heat up between them afterward.

Rating: MA/NSFW

Author’s note: This is an expansion of the diamond scene with Tom in Chapter 11 of It Lives Beneath.

Tags: @cora-nova @mfackenthal @brightpinkpeppercorn

Milla opened the door and found Tom standing in front of her, holding a first aid kit.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" Tom asked shyly.

"Of course not!" How could he think that? After the intimate moments they had shared in the photo booth earlier that day, it should have been clear to him that she cared about him. Shouldn't it? Oh no. Maybe he thought she did that sort of thing with everyone. Although she had also spent time hanging out with Imogen, Danni, and Parker, nothing had happened between them. Parker had looked so disappointed when she told him they were good friends. She probably shouldn't have kissed him when they were hiding from the cultists, but they had been in such close quarters. Her heart belonged to Tom, though, and once they had taken things to the next level, it didn't feel right to be with anyone else.

"Good. I thought you might need this." He held up the first aid kit. "And, uh, maybe you could use some help? And we could, you know, talk...if you want to, I mean."

Milla smiled warmly at Tom. "That sounds great. Come on in."

They sat down on the bed, and Milla looked to Tom. "So, should I take my shirt off?"

Tom blushed and almost dropped the bandages. "Um, sure, if you don't mind. That would help."

"I'd say it's nothing you haven't seen before, but the photo booth was pretty dark. Although the flash did keep going off." She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

As Tom looked over her bare back, he whistled.

"Like what you see?" Milla asked.

"No, I...um...yeah! I mean, I wasn't...it's just that, uh, you got pretty banged up." He reached out and touched her back, gently moving his fingers over her skin.

Milla shivered with pleasure as Tom touched her. Her wounds were feeling better already. She relaxed and enjoyed the sensations as Tom patched her up. All too soon, he was done.

"Feeling any better? Or are you still in a lot of pain?"

"That helped, but you know what would help even more?" She turned around to face him. "If you kissed it and made it better."

Tom turned red. "Uh...that would be unsanitary."

Milla shook her head. "Not this way." She reached out to touch his face, then leaned in and kissed him on the lips. She pulled him closer as they deepened the kiss. A few moments later, they reluctantly pulled apart.

"I think I might be getting sick," Tom confessed. "I wouldn't want you to catch it."

"Oh no. What's wrong?"

"Well, my heart is pounding, and my hands are sweating. It happens a lot when I'm around you."

Milla grinned. "Don't worry. You're not getting sick. Haven't you ever been in love before?"

"No, I haven't," he admitted.

"Well, I'm falling in love with you too."

Tom's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah." She pulled him close and kissed him passionately.

When they finally broke apart, Tom looked to her. "Is it just me, or is kissing way better when you're in love?"

"Oh, it's not just you." She ran her fingers through his hair. "And you know what else is way better when you're in love?"

"What?"

She lowered her hands, moving them over his chest and tugging at the bottom of his shirt. "Sex."

Tom blushed again. "Um...do we have time for that?"

"We'll have to make it quick." Milla pulled Tom's shirt over his head, then reached down and unzipped his pants. She could feel that he was already getting excited. "We might as well make use of this bed, right?"

Tom nodded as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it slipped off her, she yanked off his pants and underwear. She guided his hand to the button of her jeans, and wriggled out of them as he pulled them down. She hurriedly took off her underwear, the last piece of fabric between them, then lay on the bed.

Tom's eyes roamed over her naked body. "You're so beautiful, Milla."

Milla smiled at him. "And you're so damn sexy." She pulled him close, kissing him deeply as she grasped his hardness. He reached between her legs and began caressing her.

She pressed up against him and drew him close, lining their bodies up together. Her hands moved to his butt cheeks, and as she squeezed them, he slipped inside her. She began moving her hips in time with his thrusts. Being with him felt so incredible. For just a little while, she could forget about all the danger. There was only her, him, this bed, and the pleasure they gave to each other.

Their movements grew more frantic, and soon Milla found herself going over the edge. She tugged on Tom's hair, and he moaned as he thrust into her one last time. He kissed her gently, still lying on top of her.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Hey, can we come in?" Parker called out from the other side.

"Just a minute!" Milla shouted. She and Tom gathered up their clothes and quickly got dressed. "Next time we won't be so rushed," she promised Tom.

He nodded. "Soon we'll have all the time in the world."

#tom x mc #tom sato #it lives beneath #playchoices fanfic #ns*w

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the-amour-scientia-series · 5 years

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Stark-white, Cathy noted, glancing over the unfinished paint job of the Premingers' old picket fence. The former pale yellow was still peeking out from under the the few hasty coats, like a lookout being caught before detention. It made their white-and gray mini-manor look like a hospital lab complex. Even the small front lawn was trimmed and dotted with new patches of grass. It was still early afternoon. Mr and Mrs Preminger were both on separate work trips, but Desiree's senior semester wasn't starting until a few weeks from now, and Andrea was busy helping her with her art thesis. But when she rapped on the door upon reaching the final step, she was surprised that it hadn't been either sister. Eric mirrored her shock, his new glasses sliding slightly off his nose. There was the mark of the frame on his temple, as he fell asleep on a table. The crumple on the sleeves of his pastel button-down confirmed it. For a moment he just stood there blinking, as if he just stepped out of the closet and into the morning. Cathy regarded his half-combed ebony hair, no long enough to sweep past his ears and brows. Like curtains coming to a close after a show. She resisted the urge to touch it. Eric never left home with ungelled hair. Over the weeks of her coming over to the Premingers', Eric had always been strangely asleep. Whether in the morning, or lunchtime, or even when she took a chance one 2 am. Andrea would find him crashed on the couch, or a kitchen stool, even after he'd just finished his coffee, minutes before Cathy would arrive. And Cathy would stay nonetheless, watching him dream of things she would never know of. Was he having nightmares too? Regaining composure, he cleared his throat. "Cathy. It's great to see you." "Great to see you too, Eric," she smiled, and without realizing it she had reached out a free hand and touched his arm. It felt desperate, needy, as if he might collapse again at the mere sight of her. It was meant to be a handshake, after all. Catherine Imogen and Deric Preminger always meant business. Eric gave a confused start, but didn't resist. "Just making sure you're really awake," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Were you expecting me?" He still hadn't moved. "I was . . . reading a book. I was getting sleepy but your knocking startled me . . . " Cathy's heart lept, and her hand eased off his elbow. Had it worked? "Care to come inside? I think there's still some pesto bread from lunch. I could toast us a few." "Don't---" she quickly ran through decisions in her head. Stay, and she would have to risk answering his questions. Leave, and she might not see him awake again for months. He noticed her delay, and added, "Des and Dea are on a shopping trip til tomorrow. I was hoping we could . . . talk." Of course, the questions. Eric may have slept for months, but he was still the Eric she knew. Charming enough to satisfy his inquisitive curiosity, yet too headstrong to realize his vulnerabilities. She pushed towards him the novel she was holding the whole time, fingertips slightly brushing as he took it and regarded the cover with a strange look on his face. "I actually just came by to give you this," she finally said, folding her hands behind her back and playing with a lock of long hair. "It's a good fantasy-romance. But it's still realism anyway." He leafed through the pages, thumbing a few occasionally. The long-ish black locks stubbornly made him look like a different person. "Have you been the one returning books to me these past weeks?" She sighed. Leave it to Eric to piece everything together. "What have your sisters been telling you?" "An old friend was returning the books she borrowed from me since she was starting to pack for college. But given the amount of fantasy-mystery hybrids I've been getting, I figured there was something going on." "I thought you liked fantasy-mystery hybrids." He crossed his arms. "I'm not so sure. I've been reading them for a connection, and so far there's been none." "None at all?" Cathy felt her smile fade. "Barely anything to keep me keeping volumes of it on my shelf, that is. Listen, if you don't wanna stay inside, at least have a snack while I change. Let's go for a walk." With five simple words, Eric was already alive and inviting. Cathy had spent so much time seeing him curled up so vulnerably, free from the regrets and consequences of the waking world. She wondered if she had preferred he stay that way, rather than his energy, his enthusiasm, set the unpredictabilities of her formerly routinary days. "You're not gonna read the book yet?" she asked, testing the waters. "I can still do it later. Besides, the house is getting stuffy." ========= Eric immediately led her to the kitchen, as if it were the only place she could remain in the house. But Eric's sisters had taken her to the family room, library, and even in Eric's room where he would sometimes sleep through morning and noon. She'd kept vigil over his sleep, stroking his soft hair and wishing for the calm that had stolen him away. That was all she could ask for comfort. Their kitchen was all polished metal-gray and white tile, but the Premingers rarely made their own meals. Andrea was still learning, but she was learning fast. The garlic pesto bread was as good as gourmet. Cathy was on her second roll when she heard the bedsprings give a sudden loud creak. Panic rising into her chest, she shoved the rest of it into her mouth and ran up to his room, crossing the dining hall where Desiree's eccentric paintings hung. She could feel the stuffiness rising from the canvases, an odd sickly heated scent. But Cathy shoved it away as she reached the top of the stairs, breathlessly, where she could see the half-open door, her former rival passed out. He had managed to get into socks and cargo shorts. But the buttons on his polo hadn't been buttoned, and his half-fetal position told her he was doing that just then. He even still had his glasses on. She deliberately avoided creeping. No, she let her heavy footfalls shake the trophies on his shelves, and dropped herself by his knees when he didn't even stir. He was breathing quietly, a hint of frown on his thick brows. And he was warm, so warm. She straightened out his legs and leaned towards his face, shaking his shoulders and calling out his name. He was murmuring and groaning, but didn't wake up. Disappointed, Cathy crumpled to a heap on his arm. His blue shirt-sleeved polo was crisply-clean, but slight perspiration had built up on his skin and formed a scented atmosphere on him, chasing the nausea out his open door. Cathy looked up at him, startled. "Mmmm...hmm..." he was murmuring indulgently. Did he enjoy this...escape? Cathy's nights had been filled with visions: strong ones that left her in cold sweat as she forgot about it in the morning. For the rest of the day, she would be walking on eggshells. Eric's sisters had confirmed his melancholic distance over the past weeks, but whether it was also because of nightmares, she never knew. But he was sleeping like a babe, oblivious to the past the shared and the consequences they had to deal with. It wasn't fair. Cathy cupped his cheek and ran her thumb under his eyes; weeks of oversleeping had erased nearly all his dark shadows. She carefully removed his glasses and set them on the bedside table. Then she saw it. A small stack of portrait sketches, all done in messy but scary-accurate black ink. She recognized every one of them. How did Eric get his hands on these police evidence? Eric shifted position until his arm fell on top of her waist. Cathy dropped the papers in surprise. His breath was warm on her neck, despite the collared cotton shirt she wore all the time. He was embracing her --- in bed, for goodness' sake. Hot and embarrassed, she made to got up. But as if sensing her intention, Eric gave a sudden jerk. He clutched her, burying into her skin. She gasped. She could feel the strangeness of everything, as if she was wearing a new uniform for the first time. Her skin was receiving signals from everywhere: the crumpling of their clothes, the shoulder under her cheek, the coarseness of his legs. Why the hell did she choose to wear shorts today? She felt herself falling off the side of the bed and thought that the noise would wake him up. But she caught sight of the fallen sketches on the floor, and Lorelei half-turned to her with her usual pensive, yet sad expression. She was the one who wanted this. Lorelei had been so madly in love with Eric that she bet on her life just to keep Cathy and him from rivaling. A wave of nausea hit again, this time carrying with it the metallic scent of blood. Cathy turned and buried her face into his chest, where his scent and sweat were so strong thoughts of the past flew from her. Was this how he forgot? Almost in reply, he gave a slight nuzzle on the nose. Yes, it was. Cathy looked at him in awe, imagining how his big brown eyes would open to find her here, exhausted and escaping, just as he did. And when that happens, he'll be a new person, and so would she. ========== (Photo by Matheus Vinicius on Unsplash)

#work in progress #wip #amwriting #writer #writers #writers on tumblr #my writing #mysterious #mystery #lovehate #romance #chemistry

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desmondbeaumont-blog · 6 years

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So, my timeline isn’t nearly as detailed as the others, so please let me know if I missed anything.

tw: sexual assault and panic attacks

Before Durham

Before the “incident,” Des was a bit of a troublemaker in school. He ditched classes, went out to clubs until late at night, and did everything he could to rebel against his parents “perfect family image.” One night, he decided to throw a graduation party at the footie field, where he was drugged and sexually assaulted. His old childhood friend, Sam, found him afterwards and took him home to take care of him. Up until recently, he didn’t remember the night due to blacking out. The trauma tamed Des, hence numerous mentions of the “old Des.” He has early connections with Sam and Imogen. Sam is his childhood on and off again best friend, and he knows Imogen from both school and family connections.

The Night on the Sands (March 2017)

Des was doing his coursework when he felt compelled to go to the beach. He dully noticed the other eleven there as well, but Sam especially caught his eye. After that night, his flashback nightmares started.

The Beach Bonfire (June 2017)

Des drank beer on the beach with Jude before the bonfire started and talked about their powers. They decided they should test them out more. Des found Sam showing people their childhood photos and got mad, which made Sam sad in the process. Later in the night and many drinks later, he ran into a very drunk Imogen. When she touched him, he got freaked out and pushed her.

Durham University (June 2017)

Jude and Des experimented with magic. Jude healed Des in his sleep.

Holiday in Brighton (July 2017)

Des and Imogen decided it would be a good idea to go on a holiday with the twelve to try and get them to bond. He offered up his uncle’s home in Brighton. Des failed miserably. He and Sam got into multiple arguments. Des discovered Imogen’s powers. Jude and Des bonded over ice cream. Faye and Des had a chat with a bird.

Durham University (August 2017)

Jude gave Des the locket, which allowed him to see light waves and manipulate colors. He also celebrated his birthday. Faye took him out to lunch and Jude took him out for drinks. Sam gave him a pendant, leading Des to be hopeful that they could repair their friendship. Sam temporarily moves in to Des’ flat. Des’ nightmares get more vivid. Imogen tried to convince Des to audition for Grease, but he refused because of his stage freight. He considered auditioning after hurting her at the festival, but forgot about it after his explosion.

The Autumn Festival (September 2017)

DES HAS THE WORST WEEK EVER. He accidentally injured Imogen during lasertag, while using his light to cheat. Sam discovers Des’ powers and realizes his visions are coming true. He was forced into the kissing competition, due to being on the footie team, and lost--the kissing making him extremely uncomfortable. Sam intervened and ripped off Des’ sign. Jude and Des went into a haunted house. The clown room caused him to have a flashback and then panic attack. The only good parts were petting puppies with Cleo and getting drunk with Faye and witnessing her wow everyone during karaoke. The last night, Sam woke up from a nightmare and went to talk to Des. The two finally opened up to each other.

Durham University (October)

The power up caused Des to finally remember what happened to him through a nightmare. Due to being so upset, he generated absolute light and “burned out"--losing his power. He stopped going classes and talking to the others. Jude came to check on Des and he broke down. Des met Cleo in a cafe the morning after she went into his nightmare and he told her he lost his power. After not seeing Sam for days, he caught Sam in the registration office and found out he was dropping out of school. He told Sam his vision came true and he wasn’t there to help, but still begged him to stay.

Durham University (November)

Sam was sent to the hospital after injuring himself during a vision. Des found out and went to visit him. Sam finally broke down and told Des everything.

The Astronomy Tower (November)

Des felt nothing when it came to meeting the authors. He wasn’t excited or scared. He felt like he wasn’t included in the process anymore, since he lost his powers. After learning about the magic and their potential deaths, he still couldn’t bring himself to have the energy to change things. He already lost his light and didn’t see how he could help. After the tower, Sam and Des built a fort and talked about their friendship and apologized to each other. Sam tried to encourage Des to do some magic, but he resisted. Des visited Faye to talk about his hesitancy towards Hensley and Glass. He also checked in on Jude to see how he was doing and found about Faye and his past with abuse. Imogen came to Des’ flat to confront him about his lack of initiative.

London (December)

Des went home for spring break and instantly isolated himself to his room. His parents invited Alfie over to try and talk to him, and Des ended up telling him everything about Finn. He felt better afterwards and decided to start seeing a therapist. The night before returning to campus, he was able to produce a weak glow.

Housewarming Party (January)

Des went to Imogen’s house warming party and briefly talked to Sam outside about their worries about the party. He showed Sam that he had his light back. At the party, Des got too drunk and said too much during the game, plus got jealous of Faye and Sam together. Sam confronted him after the game about Des never being in love, and Des got defensive. After Jude’s announcement, he broke down and Des helped him through his flashback. At the end of the night, the two went to Jude’s room and watched Cowboy Bebop.

Durham Uni (February)

Jude and Des spend a lot of time together and help each other with their self-esteem’s. Des is lead to analyze his strange relationship with sex, and his feelings towards Sam. Imogen and Des performed a ritual in Des’ room to help strengthen his powers after losing them, and talked about his burnout. Faye and Des stole a car (still being written). Sam invited Des to help him with a ritual for his visions (still being written).

#timeline #my impatience is showing in this lol #about

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aoibhs · 6 years

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Girlfriend

Chapter One

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from The Riot Club/Posh, and all OCs were beautifully crafted by @club-riot

"You look lovely by the way," Upon hearing that, Guy's entire face twitched. Dimitri just laughed, being the only one who noticed. "Oh, no.. I mean thanks," Elizabeth stuttered in response, nerves suddenly kicking in, "It was rushed, Honora helped with most of it," "The black suits you," James went on, smiling softly at her. "Will he just stop?" Guy muttered, gripping his knife and fork tightly. "Do you disagree?" Dimitri smirked at him as he put his fork him his mouth which previously had a piece of chicken on it. "No! Of course, not," "Something wrong, Bellingfield?" Poppy asked from the other side of the table, she was directly in front of him. "I'm fine," His smile was rushed and frustrated. Dimitri nodded his head in the direction of the head of the table. Seeing her friend and The Riot Club president submerged in conversation, Poppy understood why Guy was annoyed. "Just talk to her or something," She leaned across the table to him. "Yeah, whenever he isn't," He grumbled. "Don't be a child," Dimitri rolled his eyes. "It's okay, we can all get a little jealous," As she finished, her eyes glanced over to Miles chatting to Sunniva about Lauren. Her eyes then fell on Alistair. He looked like he wanted to kill someone. Probably Miles. It was no secret that they hated each other. Or more that Alistair hated Miles. He despised him. It was odd that Poppy managed being friends with both of them. "Honestly, Montgomery," Tamsin began, leaning back in her chair with her wine glass balancing between her fingers, "When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" "Umm... What?" Ed was taken aback and Toby went into fits of giggles. "A girlfriend, when was the last time you had one?" She repeated, calm. "B-boarding school," He spluttered, going to take a sip from his glass. "Liar," Toby laughed, earning a look of horror from his best friend. "I am not!" "You've never had a girlfriend?" Imogen talked across the table as soon as she heard. "No, I have," Ed argued. "What was her name then?" Tamsin raised an eyebrow. "...I don't remember, it was a long time ago," Ed shook his head, "And besides, there's been so many over the years," "Oh, has there?" She smirked. "Yes," He smiled, proudly, assuming he was actually getting his way. "You remember how old you were, right?" Imogen asked, leaning forward and hoping for more gossip. "Pffft, of course I do," He scoffed. "I do too," Toby could've fallen out of his chair with laughter. "Shut up," Ed muttered. "Did you kiss her?" Tamsin winked, leaning forward again. "What else would I do with a girl?" He laughed, shrugging. "Did you go any further then?" She had no problem with prying for entertainment's sake. "Yeah well..," He trailed off. "They were nine," Toby snorted. "You haven't had a girlfriend since you were nine!?" Josephine laughed, overhearing from across the table. "Excuse me, but I was twelve," Ed corrected him. "Yes, massive difference," Alistair stated in a monotonic voice, earning a giggle from Poppy. "Just because I haven't had a relationship since her doesn't mean that I haven't been popular with the ladies," He tried to reason with them but it just resulted in more laughed. "We went to boarding school, mate," Toby shook his head, "You can't talk yourself out of this one," "First year wasn't bad though," Ed continued to stick up for himself. "Didn't you sleep with Victoria during Fresher's week?" Tamsin recalled, while Victoria's eye widened with anger. She aggressively slaps Tamsin's arm. It hurt but Tamsin was too busy laughing to care. "Oh my god, that's where I've seen you before," Ed gasped, "Hi, how are you doing?" He held out his hand to her across the table to shake. She slapped it away and got up. "I need a cigarette," She snapped, heading for the door. "Victoria, wait!" Meredith melodramatically got up and ran after her. "Wow, you can say a girl touched your hand today," Harry joked from the end of the table. While Victoria and Meredith were absent, Poppy arose from her seat and sat in between Tamsin and Imogen, where Meredith was previously. "Hi," She greeted Miles and Alistair, beaming. "Hi," Miles smiled back. Alistair just nodded with a small smile, happy to see her but still wildly unhappy to be beside Miles. "You're all looking nice, I love the suits," She giggled. "Thanks," Miles said, "That's a nice dress. Remind me to ask for a photo of it later on. I know that Lauren would love it," "Yeah, right," Her face fell, but she nodded. It would never not be unpleasant to talk about Lauren. "I like the red," Alistair said, in such a tone that made it sound like he was pretending Miles hadn't said anything, that Miles wasn't there, "...It suits you," "Thanks Alistair," Poppy noticed. A few seats away, Dimitri had given up on talking reason into Guy and was trying to get his cousin's attention. "Honora?" He began, "Is there a particular reason that Villiers is staring at you right now?" "No, he's not," She just shook her head. "Yes, he is. He has for several minutes now and it's getting weird," Dimitri sighed, "Is something going on between you two?" "Nothing you don't already know about," It was her turn to sigh as she went for another mouthful of wine. "You snogged him last month," He nodded, knowing that. "And this month and two weeks ago," She summed up. "Jesus Christ, Honora," He laughed slightly in an exasperated way. "What?" "Nothing," He chuckled, "It just makes sense now. You're leading each other on," "He's not leading me anywhere," She said, picking up the bottle to refill her glass. Her words earned a laugh from Louisa. "Well, he's certainly following you around," She chuckled, turning to see Harry gazing at her best friend with a pensive expression. "Villiers? Are you listening to me?" George asked, tapping his arm slightly. "No," He replied halfheartedly, then looked at him, "What were you saying?" "I was just telling Josephine about the tourists at your house and the problems with the roof," George explained. "My house has the same problem," Josephine nodded, gesturing to herself as she spoke. "You have tourists as well?" Harry asked, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah," The redhead nodded, "We don't have great artwork or anything. It the architecture that the people love," "Ooh, do tell me more," George grinned excitedly. "Old styled Georgian house with a chapel on our grounds, a Gothic church," She said, "It was there long before the house was built," That's when Hugo got up, hoping to get a chance to talk to Miles. Tamsin had moved up a few seats to sit beside Honora, so Hugo sat beside Poppy. Guy saw an opportunity. "Excuse me," He got up and sat right in front of Elizabeth. He looked at both her and James and placed his hands on the table, "So, what are we talking about?"

Chapter Eleven

#theriotclub #guybellingfield #fanfiction #harry villiers #dimitri mitropoulos #edmontgomery #tobymaitland #alistair ryle #milesrichards #laurensmall #jamesleighton-masters #hugofraser-tyrwhitt #george balfour #riotclub #character x oc #posh

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imogenwilliamsfmp · 4 years

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UNIT 11 Progression project

Imogen Williams University personal statement

I want to study photography as it stimulates my mind and allows me to translate the thoughts and emotions I have into something physical and real. I want to forever inspire and create awareness to people about real world issues they would relate to or be unaware of. I want to change peoples perceptions of things, it is important for people to connect with my photography and for them to look into a deeper meaning of my photos. One of the favourite projects I’ve done was about homelessness and I photographed people all round Nottingham, the places they slept and a run in with police. This project tested me my confidence and I learnt how to create a project in a respectful and tasteful way.

I don’t like to only focus on the negatives of life, I’ve done some more uplifting work for another project all about memories I’d had with my family and how they have impacted me today.

I don’t want to create images that people forget about. I want to leave an impact on people. I want them to look at my images and feel longing, nostalgia or appreciation of who they are.

I have a vast interest in photography and the evolution of it. I love working with film and old cameras. I’ve used different cameras, like a large format and 35mm film cameras to create images and I’m also confident and independent in the dark rooms. I’ve also made my own pinhole camera which worked great. As well I created a solargram where I exposed an image for 4 weeks and the outcome was disappointing but I’ve since tried it again with success.

I as well often write my own poetry, which links together well with photography, as once said by the Roman poet Quintus Horstius “a picture is a poem without words” I believe when looking at a picture I can often read it like a poem if it has enough narrative and prescience in it then it can say more than a written poem itself. I’m often inspired by the photographer Darren Moore. I think his work is ethereal and has a presence in absence.

In year 9 I took up photography and it was my main hobby. I got my first smartphone and took pictures and set up props and lighting and just experimented with what looked good. Then when I studied textiles for GCSE’s I took lots of pictures and created my own fabrics with patterns I’d made in Photoshop with pictures I’d taken. Every year since then I’ve been using Photoshop and I have little difficulty Photoshopping my pictures now and I enjoy the editing process and I can see myself having a future career in it as I notice small details and know when to stop editing my pictures and potentially go to overboard with it.

I’ve had some experience with working with clients for 4 months. I volunteered at Oxfam and worked in the store, but I also ran the Facebook page and took pictures for them weekly for the promotion of their books and records trying to incise people into the store. Although this wasn’t done in a studio I still learnt how to work with a client and to fulfill what they wanted. I photographed my sisters horse ridding as well, as she sometimes competes professionally so I photographed her down at the stables as well as her horse. I loved doing this as photographing animals is something I don’t often do, so it was a good experience and the pictures came out very well. I had a lot of interest from other horse riders when I posted the finished photos on my Instagram and since I’ve had offers from small companies asking if I wanted to take pictures of their product and promote it on my Instagram.

Outside of college I’m often working on something else. I like to paint portraits using watercolour, I like to create collages of a theme like the colour green and gold or summertime. This all helps with my visualising skills and being able to put something cohesive together. I find this has helped with my studio work as I’m able to put a set together well. I enjoy going on walks and reading in the outdoors. I attend a poetry class the first and 3rd Tuesday of every month at my local library where we pick up tips on how to write and sometimes perform our poems to each other. I also go down the stables and help my sister out with the care of her horse, although I don’t horse ride very often any more I still like going down and helping out with grooming and filling the water tanks etc. Although this can be physically demanding I enjoy the responsibility and independence it gives me to. In my first year of college I was student rep for my class. This meant I had the responsibility of giving feedback from my classmates to a board of teachers in the college. In these meetings we’d discus issues in the college that have been raised by students as well as fundraising ideas.

After university I have aims to work for a company either being a photographer or editor. I’d like to work for a magazine or shop. I like the idea of working in e-commerce and think I could do well at it. I think going to university will open my eyes to wider possibility of work, but for now I’m aiming for e-commerce work. For this year of college I’m going to mainly focus on studio work as in the last year I’ve only done a small amount and I think I know how to take good pictures outside the studio, but I need more practice with lighting and the setup if I want to be more well rounded in all photography areas.

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sapphicalexaandra · 6 years

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Impossibility Is a Kiss Away from Reality (8/?)

Pairing: Jace/Alec

Rating: E

Summary: “…New York shooting, the official victim count is twe-”

“Wait, what? What did the radio just say about New York?!”

Notes: Chapter 8 of Sense8 AU. The plot thickens...or it’s just angst, you decide ;)

Real?

“Jace? I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we have customers?”

Jace was yanked away from Alec, only to end up back on his seat behind the counter. Damn it.

Simon was in front of him, glaring at him as a small group of girls tried to stifle their snickers a few feet away.

Jace blinked, before covering up his confusion with a smile. “What? It’s a great song, our customers will surely appreciate it.”

He looked at the girls, and they nodded quickly.

“Yes, of course! You sang it perfectly,” one of them said. “We would…would you please sign our notebooks? We’re huge fans of yours.”

Jace’s smile became Cheshire-like. “See, Simon? Make space for the ladies.”

Simon rolled his eyes, but he did as he was told, and Jace gladly spent the next few minutes chatting animatedly and signing his name on things. That was not why he had gotten into the music industry, but it definitely didn’t hurt. He winked at his fans, making them blush, before they turned towards Simon and asked for his autograph, too. Jace just knew that Simon was going to complain to him, as soon as they left, about this being a “shop, and not your personal office!” That should shut him up, instead. Jace laughed when the girls did indeed leave, and Simon only had a goofy grin on his face.

Simon still stuck his tongue out at him, before welcoming the next customers.

It was a busy afternoon, thankfully. With a bit of luck, the shop would survive another month.

“…New York shooting, the official victim count is twe-”

“Wait, what?” Jace blurted out, after waving away the latest costumer. He looked up at Simon, who was reordering a shelf. “What did the radio just say about New York?!”

Simon raised his eyebrows at him. “That there was a shooting? Twenty victims, plus dozens of others wounded?”

Jace started sputtering. “Wha-wai-w-why the hell did nobody tell me?!”

“It’s not exactly the ideal topic before a major show, is it? And it’s been all over the news since yesterday, we thought you knew! Where the hell have you been, under a rock?”

Jace shot upright, almost knocking his chair over, before he almost ran towards the computer at the other end of the counter. His fingers flew over the keyboard under Simon’s widened eyes, but Jace didn’t care. He had opened countless pages in the next ten seconds, and he was gawking up and down at the articles, at the pictures, unblinking.

The place…the formation of the police cars…the view of the Statue of Liberty…the maniac’s face…

It all fit what he remembered of his hallucination.

“Jace?”

Jace ignored him. His hands had stopped moving, and he was frozen in place. “I – I need to go to the bathroom.”

He could feel Simon’s worried eyes on his back as he made his way, a hand firmly wrapped around his phone in the pocket of his jeans.

He swiftly took it out as soon as the door closed behind him.

Alec Lightwood, he typed on the search bar, New York Police.

And there he was. Tall, dark hair, broad shoulders. There were various photos of him in uniform, often accompanied by the blonde woman Jace remembered from the shooting. He was listed among the wounded of yesterday.

Alec…was real? The man Jace had almost got killed. The man who had shown up in Jace’s apartment half-naked, yelling at Jace that he wasn’t real. The man Jace had sang to like never before, danced with and almost kissed. The man Jace had been in the body of, as they…wanked. Yep, that had happened. Jace could still only think holy shit as he remembered it. And as he remembered all the glimpses he had caught of Alec that entire day, or when he had jumped on Alec’s bed, singing with him without a care in the world because he had been so sure it was all just a fantasy…Jace’s eyes were just about to pop out of his head.

Bloody hell.

“Jace, man, are you alright in there?”

Jace cleared his throat and got out of the bathroom. “Yeah. Sorry. I don’t know why I reacted like this.”

“Yeah, it’s so awful. I can’t believe that it just keeps happening…do you need to go home? It’s fine by me.”

Jace shook his head. “No, I’m fine.”

He needed the distraction of work, or his head would truly explode.

But it didn’t, not even when he finally got home. And the next time he saw Alec, sleeping peacefully on his bed, Jace started paying more attention.

He inspected every inch of the room, he touched every surface, and he catalogued every reaction his body received from all of that. Again, Jace thought he felt the vibrations of the objects against his skin, as if between them and him there was a thin veil that he couldn’t quite pierce…

It still far closely resembled a legitimate touch. He was in that room, for sure. A vision could never be this clear, this detailed…and Alec…

Alec drew him in more than anything else. Jace sat down next to him, and he reached for his hand like he had done at the hospital. But, this time, he didn’t hesitate to interlock their fingers, closing his eyes to focus better on that contact.

A raw energy seemed to radiate from their clasped hands. It flowed up Jace’s arm, until his entire body reverberated with it. Jace gulped, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. He felt the need to open his eyes again, but he didn’t want to let go. He studied Alec’s face more closely. How the light danced on his relaxed lineaments…

How was this possible? How could this be real? How could he be seeing Alec, be near him, feel him in that peculiar way he did? And on such an intimate, deeper level than he had ever felt anything else…

Thoughts he’d had before but he had refused to listen to came back to him.

Alec had felt like an extension of himself…a separate being, but tied to Jace indescribably. When they’d danced together, for instance; Jace had, in a way, known Alec’s movements before he made them. And what about those doubled, multiplied, synchronous sensations that he – they? – had experienced as they…masturbated? In each other’s bodies?

It all sounded impossible, crazy, yes…but if they were both real, and weren’t imagining it…

Jace was no closer to an understanding, but, for some reason, he accepted that possibility; that what had been happening to him was a reality. He wasn’t a spiritual person, he had never been a believer; yet, something was telling him to give this a chance. And for once in his life, he listened.

He would just…treat this as an experiment. He wanted to explore the situation, he wanted to talk to Alec and see if they could make sense of it together. And he wanted to get to know Alec-the-person, as deeply as he already felt to know the…being. A sound plan to get to the bottom of it all.

Doing the part of the infesting pest, after all, was also kind of fun, he had to admit. Alec got more exasperated at his antics than Jace’s grandmother ever did, but Jace could tell, and not because of any supernatural power, that Alec was actually enjoying his presence. Jace wasn’t that delusional to think that this would be any epic, out-of-this-world romance, but he couldn’t deny neither his attraction to Alec, nor Alec’s apparent attraction to him. And if Jace were to approach the subject, Alec couldn’t deny it either, because he had been the one about to kiss Jace.

But that was probably stretching things a little too far.

Experiment. Observation to draw reasonable conclusions. Nothing more. Focus, Jace.

Amongst the things he consequently added to his mental list; according to Alec’s…sister? Alec had talked in a perfect British accent just as Jace did. That was a third party taking notice of something weird, so it couldn’t just be in their heads, could it?

Another factor was that Alec still thought this wasn’t real. That was something Jace wanted to discuss with him. He wanted to tell Alec to just look him up on the internet; literally, it would be so easy for Alec to find proof of his existence, just as it had been for Jace (once he had thought to do it, that is).

Yet, something in Alec’s expression…the way he said, “It’s been two days! I was perfectly normal before, and now I’ve gone crazy hallucinating you! Yes, this isn’t real,” made Jace bite his tongue. If Alec refused to look past the initial improbability to ground all of this in a tangible reality, Jace didn’t feel like forcing him quite yet. It had been two days. And it was not like Jace was one-hundred percent sure himself that he wasn’t living some kind of fever-dream. Better give them both more time to ease into it, he concluded; this could all very well end as abruptly as it had started, after all.

So Jace merely followed Alec – an Alec who, for all his denial, still talked to him and indulged himself in what he thought was a dream, so there was hope for him yet – to the rooftop of Alec’s apartment building in New York, all the way across the ocean for Jace, and he got to know another side of his grumpy companion in all this weirdness. Alec looked truly beautiful under the dim light of the stars, shadows playing a fascinating game on the side of his face that Jace could see. His eyes shone when he looked into the lens of his telescope, and not because of any outside illumination.

Jace didn’t forget to take note that one part of him, somehow, was truly singing in their shop’s garage to get ready for their next big show…but, apparently, his brain had so much space now that he could still give most of his attention to what Alec explained to him. And he could swear he wasn’t the only one being enraptured by it all.

“You’re late,” Imogen greeted him when Jace arrived at her house for lunch.

“Hello to you, too, Gran.” Jace grinned.

“I swear you have baggier clothes each time, aren’t you tired to always pass as a street urchin, my child?”

“I love you, too.”

Imogen’s lips turned upward as she led him inside the house.

“You didn’t tell me that you were filthy rich. Why the hell do you live in a dump?” Alec whispered into his ear, walking beside him with wide eyes as he looked around at all the sophistication Jace’s grandmother surrounded herself with.

Jace raised an eyebrow, before whispering back, careful to put a little more distance between him and Imogen, “I’m not filthy rich, that’s my grandmother. Now back off.”

Alec rolled his eyes, but disappeared.

He returned when Jace sat at the dining room table. Alec simply appeared on the chair next to him, still surveying everything with clear awe, from the rich wooden furniture to the pure silver flatware.

“How is your…business going, dear?” Imogen asked as she put her napkin over her legs.

“I’d say nicely, and we’ve booked a couple of shows this month, as intro for other bands,” Jace answered casually.

Imogen nodded, before looking at him pointedly. “If you have any problems, you do know that your inheritance is always there for you, right?”

Jace sighed. “Yes, Gran, I know. But I’m saving it for bigger things, which does not include,” he quickly added with a sideway glance, “buying a better apartment. I’m fine with this one.”

“Ah,” both Imogen and Alec echoed.

Seriously, why was Alec, an allegedly real person, so similar to his grandmother? Jace wanted to facepalm so hard at both of them.

Thankfully, lunch was served, which shut them all up for a while. As usual, it was a very grand affair of double courses and the best ingredients coming from all over the world. Imogen would literally die if she ever did anything but the best.

Even after all this time, Jace couldn’t deny that he was still a bit uncomfortable with that. He had grown up with nothing, and suddenly finding himself being the grandson of a high-borne diplomat hadn’t been an easy shift. He also knew that he could never be fine if he allowed himself to be dependent on his grandmother’s money. That was simply not who he was, yet at this point it’d be useless trying to make her understand it, if she hadn’t already done so.

Alec, though, was a whole other matter…Jace didn’t usually share personal information with anyone outside of his circle of close friends, yet there was an itch in him that urged him to share all of this with Alec. To make him understand who he was, and why he wasn’t rich.

If he could only truly talk to Alec, instead of them just accidentally finding themselves in the same room while they were doing something else…Jace was sure that if they ever did so, he’d manage to get through to Alec. If he learned more about him, Alec just couldn’t not see this for what it was, he couldn’t not see Jace as a real person!

“So, this is your grandmother…but where are your parents?” Alec asked him as if on cue.

That, however, wasn’t something Jace would’ve wanted to start with straight away.

“Dead,” Jace curtly replied, and Alec’s eyes widened slightly.

“What, dear?” Imogen inquired.

Jace cursed himself mentally. “I – I’m gonna die if I don’t taste that pork immediately.”

“Who’s the terrible liar, now?” Alec asked, but he sounded hesitant, most likely still registering what Jace had just told him.

Yeah, having Alec pity him wasn’t exactly what Jace had meant to go for. He made sure to glare at Alec to express his annoyance...but he felt himself losing all fire as soon as he met Alec’s eyes. They were indeed creased in a sympathetic way, but they also conveyed a warmth and understanding that Jace was surprised to find. Unexpectedly, Jace felt his eyes sting.

“I’m sorry about your parents,” Alec told him quietly.

Alec was a cop, he probably dealt with similar situations on a daily basis, so there wasn’t anything that personal about the honest concern Jace could hear in his voice. And those words had been repeated to Jace all his life, so there was nothing new about them. Yet, if he thought about the fact that Alec believed he was just imagining everything, and he was still this into it… Jace had to swallow down a prominent lump and avert his eyes to not get too overwhelmed by Alec’s intensity.

He didn’t know whether or not to thank the fact that he didn’t see Alec again until much later. It was probably better that way, and Alec stayed with him either way; Jace could only put on him his sudden implacable need to clean his apartment after a long while that he hadn’t. He had found this place a long time ago, and it had always served him right, it surely didn’t deserve to be called a dumpster!

He popped up into Alec’s apartment only once all afternoon. When he realized, however, that people he had never seen – Alec’s friends or colleagues, he figured – were visiting Alec, Jace didn’t feel like staying to investigate who they were. Better if he just kept some distance. Alec was already complicated on his own.

He couldn’t pass on family dinner, though. That was not exactly a very unobtrusive way of getting to know someone, but Alec had barged in on his lunch with his grandmother, hadn’t he? It was only right that Jace returned the favor, sitting right next to Alec as who he guessed were Alec’s mother, brother, sister and work partner came over for dinner. What did Jace have to do anyway…he was so not used to go to sleep at a reasonable hour.

He tried to place a name to each face. Mary, no, Maryse was the mother. Mat-Max was the teenage brother. Easy? No, Izzy was the sister, seated next to the blonde, Lynn…Lydia!

“So, let me get this straight, or…gay. Your partner got together with your sister?” Jace asked Alec with a smirk.

Alec reflexively turned his head towards him, and they were on Jace’s bed, Alec crossing his arms as he spoke, “Yeah. Been two years already.”

“Isn’t that a bit weird?”

“Nah…well, it was at first. They even hid it from me, thought I’d freak out…which I kind of did. But I would’ve very much preferred they told me, instead of finding Lydia in my sister’s bed. Literally, I think most things would’ve been better than that.”

They both chuckled. Jace dared to look sideways at Alec’s profile. “What about your father? Not together with your mother?”

“No. But it’s better this way.” Alec’s eyes met his for a brief second, before he averted them, clearing his throat. “I just…I’ll go back now.”

“Wait, Alec.”

Alec froze, looking back at him. Jace took a deep breath.

“Listen, I’m not saying now, but…I really think we should talk. No pressure, no nothing, but we should try to figure out what…”

Alec closed his eyes. “I already said that I don’t feel that talking a fantasy out would really do anything. I must really go back.” And he did, just like that.

I’m not your fantasy, Jace would’ve wanted to tell him.

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