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||The Thread of Fate|| Part Fourteen

Summary: Soulmate AU. They say the Thread of Fate connects you to your one true love. It may tangle. It may stretch. But it will never break. Wrapped around your little finger it tightens when it feels your soulmate is close and loosens when they are far. And becomes visible with the colors of your soulmate’s Nation when you finally fall in love with them.

Pairing: Zuko x OroraOC (ATLA)

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Adventure.

Previous Chapters - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen

A/N: I LOVED writing this chapter! That's it. That's all I'm gonna say! Enjoy my lovelies!!!! Eeeeeepppppppppp!!!!!!

"I was saving that peach for this morning."

"Then you should've told me last night. How was I supposed to know it was yours?"

"Because I didn't eat mine last night. You were right there when I put it away."

"For all I know, you didn't want to eat it."

"Who in their right minds wouldn't eat a peach?! Its the best fruit there is!"

"Which is why I ate it!"

And so the argument continued, words flying back and forth across the breakfast table. Iroh sipped his tea contentedly, enjoying the warmth of the beverage. The little argument didn't bother him, really it would bother him if Orora and Zuko weren't arguing first thing in the morning.

Thinking that perhaps he should step in, lest Orora freeze Zuko for the rest of the day, and she would do that, Iroh cleared his throat, catching both their attention. "I believe you owe Orora a peach Zuko." He stated calmly, prompting his pupil to shoot a smug smirk in the scowling Prince's direction.

"She can get one herself." He grumbled, standing up. Orora pursed her lips in annoyance, but chose to remain quiet. She wouldn't be letting it go that easily, but for now, they were already getting late for work.

Best to pick up on it later.

Iroh couldn't help but chuckle at the look of intense concentration on Orora's face. He knew exactly what she was planning, he just hoped her revenge, should she choose to seek it out, which she would, wouldn't make Zuko too annoyed.

Then again, it was rather nice to see Zuko display emotions other then anger, anguish and hopelessness. For too long he had watched his nephew despair over the loss of his home and his honor. But ever since Orora came into their lives, Iroh had seen significant change. One that made him realize that perhaps the boy Zuko had been before he was banished, was still somewhere inside him.

And as they stepped into the teashop to begin work for the day, he caught his nephew shoving a peach into Orora's hand before stalking off to look for his apron. His young pupil stood still for a few moments, eyes darting from the fruit to the door where Zuko had disappeared.

Finally, she rolled her eyes, a gentle smile playing about her lips. Slipping the peach into her pocket, she began her tasks for the day.

Iroh shook his head, smiling to himself. It was obvious how the both of them cared for one another, and yet neither were willing to take the next step. Perhaps because of their views, views that had been thrust upon them by the world.

A Fire Nation Royal, and a Water Tribe Noblewoman.

A love that was never meant to be.

Huffing to himself, Iroh began to go over the many many teas he had stored on the shelf behind the counter.

He had allowed them both the dignity of working everything out themselves, but if they were going to be too stubborn about their nonsensical views, he would have to step in.

They were far better together then they were apart, he had seen and experienced it firsthand.

Perhaps an opportunity would arrive soon, that would help push both teenagers together.

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She stared at the peach in her hand.

It was rather strange how something as insignificant as a piece of fruit held so much meaning. And all because Zuko had given it to her.

Granted he had done so because his Uncle had told him he owed her one, but, lately, Orora had begun to realize that even though his Uncle was the one to advise Zuko on something, the act being carried out was something he did out of choice, and not necessity.

She was on her break at the moment, sitting in the back of the tea shop, looking over at the peach as if she were seeing it for the first time. Taking a bite of the fruit, she smiled at the sweet taste that burst across her tongue the moment she split the skin with her teeth.

Staring listlessly at the wall across from her, her mind wandered to the dinner they had a few nights ago. She still couldn't believe her and Zuko had managed to pull it off without any major mishap. They had actually been smiling at one another by the end of the night. And there was also the fact that she heard him laugh for the first time since they had met.

She had come to that realization late at night. It was shocking enough that she had laid there in silent surprise for a good few minutes before it sank in completely. It was sad how Zuko didn't allow himself to be happy. He didn't smile often either.

If eating spicy food and reacting to it got a sincere laugh out of him then she would probably do it again.

Orora shook her head as she took the last bite of her peach. The past couple of days, she had been seriously contemplating on Zuko being her soulmate. Here in Ba Sing Se, so far away from the horrors of war and the danger that had plagued them, she had to admit it was easy to dismiss all that was going on beyond the Walls and build a new life.

Maybe

Maybe having Zuko as a soulmate wasn't such a bad thing.

He did look out for her, she mused as she stood to wash her hands in the sink. Whenever she would go out in the city he would follow her. At first it had been a little annoying, but seeing him actually be sincere about the task had softened her heart. And though she knew she could take care of herself, should the need arise, it was comforting to know that there was someone watching out for her.

And then there were the little gestures he had been acting on every now and then. She usually slept late, wanting to get a bit of practice in before heading to bed. Besides, as a waterbender, her abilities were much stronger at night under the light of the moon. Sometimes she would practice for so long that she would barely have the strength to stumble to her bed roll, let alone pull the blanket over her. She would wake the next morning with the blanket covering her, and she knew it had been him.

How?

Because her string had tugged a little during the night and despite being asleep she had felt it.

He would always wait by the door before they left to ensure she walked between him and Iroh during their short trek to the tea shop. And when it was time to go home, he would be at the door once more, walking a pace behind her.

Zuko probably thought she didn't notice. But she did.

She noticed everything about him.

How, despite the cold exterior he tried to maintain, he actually had a kind heart. One that had hid from the rest of the world because he had had his face burned for showing that empathy for someone else.

Looking down at her hands, Orora suddenly realized she had actually washed the peach pit. Smiling softly, the girl couldn't help but shake her head as she recalled how Zuko had avoided her eye when handing her the fruit.

And for some unknown reason, one that certainly had nothing to do with sentimentality, she slipped the little peach pit in the pocket of her trouser.

The moment she did, her string flickered with color, and remained a deep red for a good few minutes.

All the while she stared at it, a warmth spreading through her entire body.

And if she blushed when Zuko walked in a few moments later, she simply walked past him, head held high, and eyes aglow with the realization that, perhaps, her feelings for him were beginning to grow stronger.

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Warm amber gold eyes followed Orora as she walked back to the front of the shop. Once her break ended, his began, and Zuko was dying to eat something and get off his feet.

Honestly, serving tea all day, taking orders, washing dishes and stocking new product was as taxing as firebending. As someone who hadn't had a job his whole life, it was an eye-opener for him that people did all this and much more, just so they had a hot meal and a roof over their head.

Moving to where their daily lunch was, he picked up his bowl and settled onto his chair as he began to eat.

His eyes flickered to the two bowls that were still full of food, and he frowned. Orora hadn't eaten. She would likely be starving when they got back home. He needed a reminder to tell her off when it came to skipping her lunch. She did that often, he noticed, not eat because she didn't feel like it. If she kept doing that, she was surely going to get sick.

Letting out an annoyed huff he took a big bite of the stew he was eating, chewing almost aggressively. It was a little annoying at times, how much the thought of Orora occupied his mind. It was beginning to get rather tedious, if he were honest with himself, trying not to think of her.

But the surprising revelation about it? Was that he didn't actually mind thinking about her.

It was strange. For so long all that had occupied his mind was capturing the Avatar and getting back home. But now that was something that seemed as impossible to achieve as seeing a live dragon.

But what did seem possible? Was living a quiet life as a refugee. During the 100 year war, no Fire Nation army had been able to penetrate the walls of Ba Sing Se. So there was no chance of the city coming under the Fire Nation's control.

Maybe Uncle was right?

Maybe it was time to stop looking to the past and look towards the future.

A future with his Uncle at his side, someone who genuinely loved him.

And Orora. A future with Orora.

Would it ever happen, he wandered, playing with the last few pieces of meat that were at the very bottom of his bowl. He saw her as a friend now, and he was content with just that.

After all, he sighed in slight defeat, leaving the rest of his stew as he moved to the front of the tea shop again.

Soulmate or no, who could ever accept him?

A scarred, banished prince, with nothing but his title to remind him of who he had been.

Nothing more.

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The new boxes of teas had arrived, and Iroh had eagerly opened them up to begin stacking them in the appropriate shelves. Climbing up the ladder, he lowered his hand down where Orora began to hand him the boxes one by one.

It had been a relatively slow day, so most of the chores they would normally do after the shop had closed were nearly completed now. Orora was honestly looking forward to going home early. It had been a busy few days, and she would also be going to Lake Laogai to practice a little of her bending soon.

A little lost in her daydream of practicing in a large body of water, she very nearly missed Zuko approaching the both of them.

"Uncle, we have a problem." His voice sounded urgent, prompting Orora to turn and look at him, while Iroh descended from the ladder.

"One of the customers is on to us." Zuko stated through slightly gritted teeth. Orora looked around the tea shop, and not finding anyone that would look remotely threatening rolled her eyes at Zuko. "You're being paranoid Zuko." She stated in a low voice, before moving to arrange a few more tea boxes in one of the lower shelves. Zuko threw a scowl in her direction before continuing to address his Uncle.

"Don't look now but there is a girl over there at the corner table. She knows we're Fire Nation." Iroh turned around to look at the girl, but was quickly pulled back by Zuko, who growled at him. "Didn't I say don't look?!"

"She's harmless Zuko. She's been coming in for days now. Always orders the Jasmine." Orora stated, not at all bothered by his accusations. Their main concern had been Jet, and he was already dealt with, so no reason to go around stirring up trouble. And she was aware how much Zuko loved to get in trouble for no reason.

Iroh had managed to see the girl, and having seen the girl before as well, he had also noticed how she would often watch his nephew as he worked around the shop. He tried his best not to let his glee show as he spoke. "You're right, Zuko. I've seen that girl in here quite a lot." He nudged his nephew in the stomach playfully. "Seems to me she has quite a little crush on you."

The reactions he had been hoping for were instant. Zuko blinked in astonishment at his suggestion, his brain unable to comprehend that anyone, let alone a pretty girl, would have a crush on him. Orora had dropped the box she had been setting, and turned to stare wide-eyed at her teacher and soulmate.

"What?" They both all but squawked out, prompting Iroh to let out a chuckle.

As if realizing what had just come out of her mouth, Orora quickly turned her attention back to her task, though not before she caught the look of surprise Zuko threw her way. Obviously he had seen her reaction. Though nothing could be said on the matter at present, since the girl came up to the counter. "Thank you for the tea." She said, a smile on her lips as she placed a few coins on the table, which Zuko picked up to put in the money box. "What's your name?" She continued, prompting Iroh to smile slightly.

Turning back around, Zuko spoke. "My name's Lee. We just moved here." He added, gesturing to both his Uncle and Orora, the latter of whom was still rather busy with stacking boxes, however she was more then aware of the conversation happening behind her.

"Hi Lee, my name's Jin." The girl introduced herself. "And......well, I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime." Zuko was stunned, for lack of a better word, staring at Jin as if she had suddenly grown an extra limb or something. Iroh, not wanting such a golden opportunity to go to waste quickly stepped forward.

"He'd love to!" He exclaimed loudly, behind him Orora glanced at Zuko out of the corner of her eyes, trying to see how he had reacted to being asked out by such a pretty girl.

"Great." Jin exclaimed, sounding delighted. "I'll meet you in front of the shop at sundown." And just as suddenly she had appeared, Jin walked away. A large smile on his lips Iroh threw an arm around Zuko's shoulders, who finally broke out of his bewildered state to glare at his Uncle.

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"I'm not going."

The deceleration came as no surprise. As soon as Jin had walked out of earshot, Zuko had been quick to turn to his Uncle and state what was on his mind. Orora, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation, moved to the back of the shop to finish doing whatever cups were left.

She knew Iroh wouldn't let Zuko back out, not when it meant making someone sad, so it was better to not be a part of that conversation.

Besides, she needed a little alone time to figure out why she had reacted the way she did just then a few minutes ago. Bending some clean water she splashed her face with it, allowing the coolness of it to calm and relax her a little. Maybe she should spend the evening on the roof. There was bound to be a moon out, and she just needed to bask in it's silvery glow. That always helped ground her.

But first, something to eat.

She moved to where her bowl of broth was still waiting for her. It was cold now, but she barely noticed as she caught snippets of conversations from beyond the open door.

Finally, Zuko appeared. He began pacing, grumbling under his breath, and she knew Iroh had won. "You know, you should be glad a pretty girl asked you on a date. Most guys aren't so lucky." She stated between a bite of her stew. He glared at her, to which she simply shrugged. "I'm just saying, why not go out and just have fun?" Setting her bowl down, she watched as his gaze flickered from his finger to her own.

The very finger the string that attached them to one another was tied.

She sighed, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth as she spoke. Zuko, just because we've decided to be friends doesn't mean we've promised anything more." Her voice was soft, and sounded a little detached, even to her own ears. And despite her heart telling her not to, her mind was pushing her to do the right thing.

"Go out with her. And like your Uncle said, be a normal boy for once. You deserve that more then anything. To be treated normally and not as the enemy." A smile pulled at her lips, though it didn't reach her eyes. At least not completely.

Something that Zuko noticed, even as he finally relented. "Alright, I'll go."

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Zuko was beginning to feel a little exhausted.

Mentally.

Jin spoke. A lot. And while that wasn't a bad thing, he had never been good for long conversations. He preferred silence and as minimal conversation as possible. Orora had understood that early on, and though she teased him about being broody, she would keep quiet when she knew he needed the silence to just......be.

Her conversations did help him forget his rather morbid thoughts, and whenever he would return to silently contemplating, he found his mind to be much lighter then it had been before.

And all because he spoke to her.

"So tell me, I know Mushi is your Uncle, but what about that girl that works with you?" Jin's question had him blinking out of his stupor and looking at her across the dinner table. "Oh, she's a student of my Uncle's. He helps her with her waterbending, even though he isn't a bender himself." He was quick to add with a shrug.

He watched, confused, as Jin let out a little sigh of relief, her shoulders drooping slightly. "Oh well thats good! From the way she looks at you sometimes, I thought you two were soulmates or something."

Zuko blinked.

"What?" That word was supposed to come out as a demand, but instead it came out hoarse and unbelieving. The girl shrugged. "Well, yeah. I mean I've seen her look at you sometimes, and thats the exact way my mom looks at my dad when he isn't looking." She grinned. "They're soulmates." She added as a away of explanation.

The young prince simply gave a small nod, before returning to his silent contemplation, only half listening to Jin as she continued to talk.

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The only good part of her evening had been when she had seen Zuko walk out after Iroh had helped him with his unruly hair. She had to physically hold herself back from laughing out loud, and had only let loose after he had gone, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"I see you are amused by my nephew's misery Orora." Iroh said, though there was no anger in his words, only slight reprimand. Orora pursed her lips to keep from smiling. "I'm sorry Master. Though I do hope Zuko has a good time. He deserves it." She added.

Iroh reached out to pat her arm in an affectionate manner. "I know you are a little hurt, but you possess a kind heart for saying so Orora." Seeing the slightly crestfallen look on her face, as she allowed her true feelings for the date to show, Iroh continued.

"And who knows, perhaps this date will act as the wake up call my nephew needs to not take you for granted."

She shook her head. "He doesn't do that Master." Moving to the window, she placed one leg over the ledge. "Although, it would be nice if he were to notice me as a girl rather then just his friend." So saying, she pulled herself up on the roof to loose herself to her thoughts.

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Well this was a little awkward.

Zuko glanced at Jin, looking more then a little crestfallen about discovering that he lamps weren't lit. And looking at her sad expression, he was reminded of Orora, and how sad she would look whenever he spoke to her about his past. Though since that first night, when he had revealed everything, he did try to cheer her up. Mostly he just said something to annoy her, to distract her from thinking about his past.

Lately though, he had been working on actually making her smile.

"Close your eyes. And don't look." He said. Jin gave him a confused look, but did as he asked. She even covered her eyes to assure him that she wasn't looking.

Zuko walked forward, holding his hands together. He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling as he allowed his inner fire to burn a little brighter. It had been so long since he had firebended. Using his pointer and middle fingers on each hand, he shot small bursts of flame in the directions of the candles to light them. It didn't take long for him to be done, and once finished, he stood straight and looked at Jin, who still stood with her palms over her eyes.

"Okay, now you can look."

Removing her hands, Jin gasped. "Oh, wow." Zuko had to admit, the lights did look rather beautiful as they reflected off the surface of the water of the fountain. Jin looked at Zuko, amazed. She walked up to him, looking at the candles. "What happened? How did they light? What did you do?" There was no accusation in her tone. Only surprise and happiness as her gaze flitted between him and the lights around them. Zuko didn't reply and Jin finally fell silent as well, looking around at the pretty view in awe.

And as he watched the light reflect in the fountain, he couldn't help but think of Orora and how she would probably create ice crystals to hang in midair. He was sure the sight would only become even more wondrous then it already was.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Jin take his hand. Feeling a little lost and confused, since he had no other girl other then Orora actually take his hand voluntarily, he turned so he could look at Jin.

Who was beginning to lean in a little.

Prompting him to quickly hold up a piece of paper between them. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. Surely she hadn't been about to..........

"I've brought you something." Jin looked at him surprised. "It's a coupon for a free cup of tea." He continued, prompting the girl to smile. "Lee, this is so sweet." She said taking the coupon and smiling at him. Zuko shrugged as he took a couple of steps back. "Don't thank me – it was my Uncle's idea. He thinks you're our most valuable customer."

Jin smiled. "Your uncle is a good teacher." The young prince's face softened slightly at the words. "Yeah, Orora can testify to that." He said, his eyes falling to the fountain once more where the water rippled slightly in the breeze. He felt Jin walk up next to him. A hand pressed to the side of his face. "I have something for you too. Now it's your turn to close your eyes."

With no hesitation he did. He felt Jin move even closer to him before a pair of soft lips pressed against his own. The contact was brief and she pulled back almost instantly. And though he did lean back in a little, almost instinctively he pulled back.

He opened his eyes, standing there and looking at her. Imagining someone else.

Someone with darker skin.

Ice blue eyes.

A patch of white in her hair.

And a smile that had begun to effect him more then he ever thought possible.

He turned his back on Jin, beginning to walk away.

"What's wrong?" Jin called out behind him. He could almost hear the disappointment in her voice. "It's complicated." He said, trying to shake away the image of Orora looking at him just as Jin had a few moments ago. "I have to go." He said starting to walk once more.

"Its that girl isn't it?"

He turned around startled, his eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at Jin. She had an almost sad smile on her lips as she looked at him. "You know you look at her the same way she looks at you sometimes. I've seen it." She said sighing in an almost melancholy way. "I would kill to have someone look at me like that. Like I'm their reason for getting up in the morning." She clarified, oversharing as usual, given how that was how she talked. Jin shrugged.

"Maybe it doesn't have to be as complicated like you say it is."

Zuko looked at her one last time, before sprinting back home.

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Iroh looked out from the window down in the street, hoping to catch sight of Zuko as he returned. Of course he did not anticipate his nephew taking the back entrance of the apartment building. The door opened and Zuko walked in, silent and contemplative.

Trimming a bonsai tree to appear nonchalant, Iroh barely glanced at his nephew. "How was your night, Prince Zuko?" He asked. Zuko responded by walking to the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him. Iroh looked after him for a second with a confused expression before he sighed and moved back to his task.

Though he immediately turned back around when he heard the door crack open and Zuko's voice to filter out.

"It was nice." He said, his voice soft and sounded as if he didn't believe the words himself. The door closed again, and Iroh smiled before resuming his task.

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He found her lying on the roof. Her arms behind her head, her gaze trained towards the night sky, the light of the moon bright yet soothing. She didn't move her head, though she knew he was there as he mirrored her position.

A peaceful silence enveloped them both.

Where Zuko's mind had been a cacophony of words and voices echoing all around, barely finishing a thought, it was now silent. And where Orora had been overthinking even the most minutest of details, she found perfection in that moment as Zuko lay beside her.

"So, how was your date?" She finally spoke, her voice breaking the stillness of the moment, though not taking away from the tranquility of it.

"It was nice." Zuko repeated the same words he had told his Uncle, eyes tracing the many stars that littered the night sky. "I told her we traveled with a circus at one point. She seemed to believe it."

A soft laugh echoed across the rooftop. A sound that prompted Zuko to smile. He liked hearing her laugh.

"She also asked me to juggle, and I broke a couple of pots."

Another laugh. He was beginning to associate that sound with true happiness.

"Then she took me to see this fountain. You would've liked it. The lights made it look like the water was dancing." He never would've thought he would say words like that. Words of beauty and appreciation he always kept to himself. But here, with her, he had no problem saying them out loud.

Another silence.

This time it was broken by Orora. And the words she spoke next were so soft that Zuko almost missed them.

"Did you kiss?"

He stiffened beside her, and she had her answer. A pang of sadness had her almost wincing as she pursed her lips.

"She did." His voice finally came, soft and sincere. "I didn't."

Normally when the both of them spoke to each other concerning anything, words were their major means of communication. A way to get their point and message across.

But right then, they were barely speaking, and yet the amount of emotion, understanding and comprehension that passed between them was one neither had ever felt before.

Finally, finally, she turned her head, something she had been dying to do since he came up.

Why?

Because she wanted to look at his handsome face.

She wasn't at all surprised to see him looking back at her. The wind blew softly, a few strands of her hair escaping her comb and tickling her cheek.

"Why?"

Her heart was beating fast, though her breathing was calm and slow. She had never seen him look so gentle before. So soft.

Zuko allowed his eyes to roam over her face. From her expressive blue eyes, to that soft looking patch of white hair. And while in the past he had to stop himself from touching it, this time he didn't.

His hand lifted to gently brush the tips of his fingers against the strands. They were just as soft as he had imagined.

In his attempt to stroke her hair, his body had shifted even closer, and tilted slightly so that he was lying at his side. Loosing herself to the feeling of his fingers in her hair, Orora couldn't help but lean towards him, her upper body turning to the side as well.

Their gaze never wavered from one another.

He cleared his throat, wanting to give her an answer though unable to find the words. And somehow, she understood.

So she brought her fingers up, gently pressing them against his lips and giving him a smile, showing him that despite him not saying a word, she knew.

A look of gratitude flashed in his amber gaze, as his hand slowly dropped from her hair, to rest his palm against her cheek. The gesture surprised her, prompting her to remove her fingers from his lips. Though they didn't get very far.

Instead she pressed her fingers gently against the scar on his face. She allowed her fingers to trace along the rough skin, a touch so exquisite and tender, that Zuko was sure it was nothing but a dream.

But the reality of it was that Orora was lying next to him. And she was touching his scar. The ugliest part of him. And she was touching it as if it were the most softest of flowers.

"Close your eyes." He said, his voice a perfect replica of his expression.

Tender.

The girl stopped moving her fingers, though her hand stayed where it was.

She did as he asked.

He moved closer, his eyes closing as well.

She felt his nose brush against her own.

He felt her warm breath caress his mouth.

And in that moment, there was no war.

There was no Fire Nation or Water Tribe.

No Prince or Noblewoman.

It was a moment between a boy and a girl.

A moment under the stars as his lips found hers in a tender embrace.

And the string that connected them together burst in a flash of color.

Blue and Red.

Before it faded once more.

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Hello, I just discovered your blog. I love the way you write Fallout. Could I ask for companions reactions to seeing Sole after them being gone for a long time? As in they thought something happened to Sole and they grew anxious. Maybe some of them tried searching for them without a luck. Reunion if romanced would be that much more emotional.

》I kept them all platonic as a personal preference. Like a high emotional response that's not inherently romantic.

【Cait】 "What in the ever living fuck happened?" She screamed. It wasn't fully anger though, it was complete and utter hysteria. They were gone, just left and there was no rhythm or reason, not that she knew. Everyone thought she was going to slip into who she was before Sole but she didn't. She was a bit more testy but at the end of the day she helped and kept it together. When they came back she pushed through the crowd, shoving actually. They all thought they were going to see a touching reunion and they were right. She punched them. It was so confusing and sudden but at the end she pulled Sole up and held them tight.

【Codsworth】 He waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, he was willing to wait another two hundred years. He didn't want to but he was ready. The second Sole came back he floated up as fast as he could and gave them a teary greeting, "Welcome home, sir/mum. I... I've kept everything in order so we should get you cleaned up. I'm sure you're tired." When Sole brings him into a hug he cries.

【Curie】 It was, is, very hard on her; the sudden disappearance of a friend and integral part of the community. What she had left was their guidance of following her work and finding fulfillment in it. So she didn't dwell on it, it made her uncomfortable to do so. Then Sole came back and she couldn't stop crying, it ran like a river and broke like a dam. She tried to put it back but she couldn't. Sole held her and hummed in her ear, "It's okay to let it out."

【Danse】 When Sole disappeared he shut off from the world like he did after he found out he was a synth. The first week wasn't bad, Sole left periodically and they always came back. After that it hit him hard. There was nothing to do but wait for them to come back, staying home more and more and more. When Sole showed up he froze as they approached him like he was ready to bolt, even though he would never. The second they touched he fell into their arms.

【Deacon】 He would never admit he looked, and when he did no one believed him because the way he said it, just the way he wanted it. Keeping on was his motto. So he changed his face and hid again, this time in plan sight. As far as anyone knew, Deacon was gone, disappeared like Sole did. When Sole came back to Sanctuary he wanted to scream, but he just stood in the crowd. They came to him later and caressed his face, right where the lines were from the surgery. They smiled at him and all he could do is admit, "Heya, Sole."

【Dogmeat】 There was no way to follow, he tried. He went looking everywhere, going all around the Commonwealth twice over and found nothing. So he went back to Sanctuary and waited. He was Hachikō. However, Hachikō's master never came back. Dogmeat spotted them kneel for him and pushed them over, barking and licking happily.

【Hancock】 Of course he was upset, more upset than anyone would believe, but life went on and he had people to take care of. If he had never met Sole he would have dropped into a despair that would be impossible to know he would get out of, but he was on stable ground to carry on, as hard as it was. That foundation broke when he saw them. His legs acted by themselves and he threw him and Sole to the ground. What he did after was intentional, kissing all over their face.

【MacCready】 Life goes on, right? The Commonwealth was not a kind place so he just told himself there was no proof they were dead so they were alive. As simple as that. He knew it was Sole when he saw them, he wasn't in the business of seeing ghosts. The cold breeze felt strangely warm, and he dropped his gun to run. Run to a hard stop and spun around so they didn't fall. The Commonwealth wasn't a kind place so this was a blessing.

【Nick】 It was hard to look for someone with a cold trail, every lead was a dead end. He knew Sole was going to leave him alone one day, he just thought he'd be there for it, to maybe hold their hand while they slipped away. But that was robbed from him and he took his time grieving. So when they showed again he was elated and pulled them in, "Welcome back, partner." Tangling his hand in their hair and kissing the top of their head.

【Piper】 There is no universe where she doesn't look for Sole, and very little of them involves her actually finding them. Her life feels kind of empty without them. It's by the grace of Nat's existence that she keeps afloat. She starts drinking on and off and smoking a lot more. So when Sole comes back she falls apart, holding them so tight she might as well have dragged them inside of her.

【Preston】 To say he grieved was to say the sun was bright; it was true but no one could imagine how hot and harsh it really was, the destruction. Nothing ever seemed to go right. Then they came back and it was overwhelming. The joy was intoxicating but not the only thing. The confusion was eating him, 'why did they leave' he thought. The relief hugged him, that everything was okay and was going to be okay. But the biggest one was the anger. Where were they? Why did they just leave? How could they leave him after everything they'd been through, after what they knew about him? He goes home and breaks down when they come to him, spilling all of what he had.

【X6-88】 He didn't know why Sole left but he didn't allow himself to be upset. That didn't work of course. He just kept himself busy and working to distract himself but being helpful always reminded him of Sole. So when he saw they were back he reigned himself and walked up. He clasped their shoulder and welcomed them back. They smiled as bright as the sun and he pulled them into a hug so they couldn't see him break.

#ask and you shall receive #fallout 4 #gender neutral reader #companions react #cait #curie #codsworth #danse #deacon fo4 #dogmeat #fallout hancock #maccready #nick valentine #piper wright #preston garvey #x6 88

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NEYMAR JR

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

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english and portuguese are not my first languages, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"You're so annoying! Stop acting like you're my mom or something!" your boyfriend, Daniel, yelled at you as you tried to not cry

"Daniel I'm just trying to help-" you started but he cut you off by pushing you to the side while he went upstairs with you following him

"Stop telling me what I can or can't do!" he said clearly annoyed as he took his clothes off and entered the bathroom

You loudly sighed, it wasn't the first time that you and Daniel had an argument, actually it was very frequent.

Most of times, he tried to push you out of his life when you just wanted to be there for him and honestly you had enough.

You don't know how but you found yourself staring at his phone who was tossed on the bed.

Hearing the sound of the shower, you grabbed it and unlocked it before clicking the green icon who had "97" on top of it.

Oh what a bad idea.

Not only you found a "Evie ❤️" pinned but you also saw that he named you "Y/n (cousin)"

You heart was racing in your chest, you couldn't believe it.

Maybe it was a mistake?

You decided to click on the conversation with Evie and you almost fainted when you saw pictures of a blonde girl who clearly showed her most private body parts.

And that broke you more was that every time, he complimented her, saying how beautiful and gorgeous she was and that he could fuck her right now.

"Mother fucker" you whispered to yourself

Your sadness was now slowly turning into anger as you felt betrayed.

And at the same time, your boyfriend came out of the shower but froze when he saw you holding his phone, clearly recognizing the pictures the blonde sent him earlier.

"Y/n I can explain." was all he managed to say as he slowly approached you

"Shut the fuck up, literally don't talk because I'll punch your face right now if you do" you threw him his phone which landed on his face before quickly standing up and taking your stuff, tossing it into a small bag you had

"Baby please let me explain its not how it looks like!" he tried to follow you but you didn't even turn around once

"Oh my God Y/n will you fucking listen to me for once?" he grabbed your wrist but you immediately shoved him

"Don't touch me, never speak to me again!" you said as you put on your shoes while he just stood there

"You won't last without me! Just wait and you'll come back begging to take you back" he cockily said

"Spit on my face if I ever go back to you, you humiliated me, I hope you're proud of yourself!" you yelled before opening the door and slamming it after you left

Not a single tear dropped but the second you hoped in your car, all the anger became sadness again.

You drove in silence, the only sound was when you sniffed as your eyes became red.

"Hey siri call Ney" you hardly said as the phone started ringing, waiting for your bestfriend to pick up

"olà a si!" a joyful voice said

"hi can I come over?" there was a silence, probably because he realized that you weren't in a joking mood

"who's ass do I have to kick?" he asked in a serious tone which made you chuckle

"I'll tell you everything if you let me come over" you said back as you drove to his house

"You're always welcome linda" you smiled at your friend's kindness

"Thank you for everything"

"Não há necessidade de me agradecer, I always got your back"

•

"And then I left and I felt so dumb for actually trusting him" you said between hiccups as he watched you with a strange stare

"Don't look at me like that!" you pushed him which made him shake his head and go back to his soft smile that you absolutely loved

"I'm not judging you, I was just thinking of several plans to kill esse filho da puta without getting in trouble" he said while playing with a strand of your hair like he didn't just say the most suspect thing.

"Ney não se pode matá-lo you'll go to jail" you sniffed and laughed and the same time

"No but really don't cry for that idiota I swear he doesn't deserve your tears nor you at all" he softly said while wiping your tears away

"I don't deserve a friend like you"

His heart tightened at the word you used. "friend" he knew it but it still hurts him to see the person he loved for so long not returning his feelings.

But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't force you to love him so he just watched you give your love to some stupid boys who can't even count past 10.

"Come on a minha bela go take a hot bath while I order some food" his smile -which faded away at his thoughts- instantly came back to light up his face

"Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado" you whimpered against the skin of his neck as your arms gently wrapped around his torso

He returned the hug before you got up to the bathroom where you found some sweatpants with a tee-shirt, he really cared about you huh?

The rest of the evening was great, Ney made you forget about what happened earlier and your tears of sadness slowly turned into tears of laughter.

You were actually laughing about him since he just lost at fifa and that's when it hit you.

You didn't see him as a friend anymore, your gaze was soft when you looked at him, you found yourself daydreaming about him and every word that came out of his mouth sounded like music to your ears.

You slowly stopped laughing and looked down which made him worry.

"Is everything okay there?" he asked as he knocked your head in a playful way

"Ney, eu acho que estou apaixonado por você" you said not looking up once

"Is that a joke? No Y/n you're not, you're just heartbroken and want some love and attention" he said while shaking his head

"I'm not! You don't understand, all these years, all these boys, I only was trying to convince myself that I'm not in love with my bestfriend because I care so much about our friendship and it would hurt me to actually break-" you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt something soft and warm against your lips

"oh my God my crush is kissing me!" was all you could think about at first but you slowly closed your eyes, enjoying the moment

•

It has now been 3 months since the break up and Neymar and you becoming a couple.

It didn't shock anyone to be fair, they all knew it.

You were currently in a club, celebrating your boyfriend's birthday when you felt the urge to use the restroom.

"Ay I'll be right back quarido, I gotta use the restroom" you said while getting up

"Ok be safe" he told you as you quickly left

You finished your business, washed your hands and was about to go back to the table when you felt someone grab your wrist

"Y/n I'm so happy to see you!" you recognized, unfortunately, the annoying voice of Daniel who was standing in front of you, all smiley

"I don't have your time Daniel" you tried to go but he didn't let go off you

"You know Y/n you look really nice, I wish things didn't end like that, I wish they didn't end at all" he said while looking deep into your eyes

"I don't care, let me go!" you tried to push him but he was too strong

"Let's go to my place, I have some nice things to show you" he said while forcing you to follow him

"Stop! Help!" you tried to yell but the music was now too loud and people were too bush dancing to notice you

"She just asked to let her go amigo" you heard someone yell behind you and you sighed in relief when you saw your boyfriend's perfect face who didn't show his pretty smile that you loved so much

Oh no, instead it was a dead serious face and you would swear that if a single stare could kill somebody, Daniel would be a dead man now.

"That's none of your business, she's my girlfriend." Daniel said with a death stare while you just watched the scene happen

"Funny, because I could swear that she was yelling my name not an hour ago" he cockily said with a smirk

Daniel let your wrist go and you immediately went next to your boyfriend who just put his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him

"I always knew you were such a slut Y/n, I don't even regret what I did" he said while looking at you with disgust

"Alright cale sua boca agora" the brazilian calmly said before giving him the most heart twitching, toes curling, head twisting punch you ever saw

He grabbed his bloody nose and quickly left almost running which made you burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, eu te amo Ney" you said still laughing which made him join you

"Eu também te amo, now let's go back to celebrating my day" he happily said before grabbing your chin and deeply kissing you

You felt yourself smiling against his lips as you thought that you had the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

#football #football imagine #football masterlist #football fanfic #football one shot #football smut #football x reader #football x you #football drabble #football fic #neymar #neymar x you #neymar x reader #neymar x y/n #neymar fanfic #neymar fluff #neymar angst #neymar imagines #neymar masterlist

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Ok ok ok so this is something I have pondered for a bit now that I have re-entered the Remadora fandom again for the first time for probably almost 15 years. As you seem to be the de facto keeper of some of the deepest headcanons of this niche topic, I am curious what your take is.

Question: How many people do you think know, at least initially/when it happened, knew Remus left?

Hear me out here. Ok so the book isn’t remotely clear how long he was gone because we only get an update in like Feb/March when Ron returns but the Pottermore bio that he was actually gone for like 3 days, which is still absolutely a dick move, but significantly different than being gone for *months.*

Now, most fics I’ve read at any point have included him *saying* in some form that he’s leaving, either in the form of a letter of sorts, or I do really like TauraNorma’s whole scene in Flying Colours in which it’s an in-person conversation, but beyond dissociated from reality on his part.

But, if I were in her position, I don’t know how much I’d divulge to others? It would certainly be a difficult position. If she did stay with her parents for that period, or after, (I do love Remus saying she’d safe at her parents’ house as if they didn’t literally just get tortured. Bro. Really?) she *does* have some plausible deniability of “he had to go to some Order business” to them to have some shield for her own embarrassment.

Maybe to Molly and Arthur as a “hey if my husband lands at your house or something, wanna shoot me a message?” but past that I’m not 100% sure how I land with others knowing. It seems very possible to me that when Ron is with Billy and Fleur, Ron, while listening to Potterwatch or something, offhandedly asks them if he ever went back to Tonks and them being like sorry wat. And Ron having the unfortunate task of regaling what happened at Grimmauld Place in August. I could definitely see it spreading from there and more of their acquaintances finding out from that discussion but obviously Tonks is like 8 months pregnant and they’ve been living together seemingly the entire time.

Ok I’m sorry this ended up shockingly long. I may not have been entirely sober when furiously typing it out the first time.

Ahhhh what a compelling ask, @millennihilism!

I'm honored you consider me the de facto keeper of the HCs on this, but I'll also be the first to say that there are a LOT of differing opinions on this one because of the lack of canon data.

You're correct that Pottermore says that Remus was only gone about 3 days. We have no idea what circumstances he left Tonks in. Letter? In person? Dashing away in the night without a word? Who knows.

From a close reading of DH, there's no indication of how long Remus was gone. You could say 3 days, 3 weeks, 3 months, 8 months ... technically all canon compliant if you're not using Pottermore as a source.

That being said, my personal HC is no more than a week, and again, I know that many people would disagree with this assessment of Remus's absence, but I believe it's a shorter absence for many reasons, including an answer to your question of how many people knew that he left her.

Remus is a dick, but he's not *THAT* much of a dick. He's a coward, but he's not *THAT* much of a coward. Remus does have a good bit of kindness in him, and he's brave enough to do the right thing when push comes to shove. Harry literally shoved him. I think that put Remus squarely in his place and shamed him enough to return to Tonks.

Remus's support system is down to almost nothing. He presumably has the following people outside of Tonks: Molly and Arthur, Bill and Fleur. That's it. He thought he had the trio, but that wasn't true, given Harry rebuking him.

We know from Remus that he's been tailed by a Death Eater for three days before he came to Grimmauld Place. If he's been tailed by a Death Eater, where could he have been? Certainly not the Burrow, where they'd find him. Certainly not Shell Cottage, as it's under the Fidelius Charm, presumably. So that gives us an idea that if he was tailed by a Death Eater for three days (curiously, the amount of time Pottermore tells us he was gone for), and just now got to GP to talk to the trio, he's been on the go for three days by the time he gets to the trio.

Because there is nowhere to go for Remus, that puts him in an awkward position. I don't think that anyone outside the Tonkses knew he left her. I think that Remus left, and Tonks vacillated between being sure he was coming back and being really terrified and scared that something would happen to him. Oh, and anger. Lots of righteous anger. I can imagine she told her parents by way of explaining that she was living with them now. It's possible she told him he was on a mission, but they didn't believe her.

Because of the 3 day ordeal of being tailed by a Death Eater, this is why I do NOT think that Remus went to the Burrow or Shell Cottage before he came to GP, or after, for that matter. While we know that Remus knows about Shell Cottage - when he announces Teddy's birth in the spring - we don't know when that information was given to him. I don't think Lupin could've been gone for months and months because we do know that Ron was at Shell Cottage, and he didn't mention Lupin being there. It's possible Lupin went to Shell Cottage for a few weeks, but I'm also not buying that for other reasons.

Bill is the most lenient and understanding of the brothers, but there's a huge difference to me between Ron leaving his friends when times got tough and Lupin leaving his pregnant wife in the middle of a war. Plus, think of Fleur. Do you really think Fleur would be okay with Lupin crashing at her house to avoid his responsibilities? She gushes about how brave her husband is in the hospital wing scene. She'd look at Lupin like the tiniest and most miserable snail in the world if he dared use her home as a hiding place from his wife.

I also don't think that Bill and Fleur would be on Remus's side over Tonks. Bill was two years ahead of Tonks in school. Bill might have kinship with Remus after being attacked by Fenrir Greenback, but that kinship, IMO, is not going to be enough to defend Lupin's actions on leaving his wife. I also believe Lupin knew this, which is why I staunchly believe that Lupin NEVER went to Shell Cottage in his time away from Tonks.

So at the end of the day, who knew that Lupin left Tonks? Initially, likely only the trio and the Tonkses. Remus returns fairly quickly. I can imagine Ron sharing Lupin's arrival at GP to Bill and Fleur, who probably had shock and disappointment at Lupin's actions. But by then Lupin's back home so it's in the past. I assume Molly and Arthur would've been told through the grapevine, possibly Kingsley too, and everyone just keeps it under wraps because it's Remus having a moment of panic.

And for how long was Remus gone? I take the 3 day to a week position because Lupin had no viable places to stay without endangering other people, which seems to be his number one fear. I also take that timeline because he's being tailed and he knows it. He returns to the safest place, his home with Tonks and her parents, where they can be in hiding (forever furious Ted couldn't have stayed with them?? why did he die??? it makes no earthly sense except to give Teddy Lupin his name and have another orphan raised by his grandmother??)

At the end of the day, I will never ever ever ever buy the idea that Remus was gone for a long time. He does the right thing when push comes to shove, and he was shoved by Harry. He is a coward, but when the time is right, he does the brave thing. He also loves Tonks, and Tonks is forgiving and kind. That's why they work.

I hope this answers your questions!!

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Suspicious minds(Sodapop Curtis)

Chapter 6: things that go bump in the night

The table of contents

When I got out of the house I had no idea where I was going. I just walked. I felt betrayal and hurt. The way Soda looked at me with hurt and rage. It hurt he didn’t believe me.

I walked past my house and sighed. I heard my father and two-bit yelling at each other. It was almost louder than Johnny’s mother's shouts. Not wanting to continue the night with shouting, I continued walking. It was the first time I ever just walked away when it involved my father and siblings. I knew two-bit did everything he could to protect me and my sister and I tried to do the same even though he never wanted me to get involved.

After a while I started to walk back home. The temperature was colder and the neighborhood was quieter than usual. It was unsettling. I didn't want to go home but then I didn't necessarily want to go back to the Curtis house either.

Later I felt like I was being watched. I looked around and saw nothing. I started to walk faster when I heard a car engine in the distance. I didn’t sound like a greaser car, it was definitely from the south side. Don't ask me how I know the difference , I just do.

My feet moved faster and that's when I felt a pair of headlights shining on me. I sighed and grabbed my switch blade out of my red leather jacket. I flipped the blade out and hid it in my sleeve. I put my hand out shielding the light from my eyes. I watched about three Socs file out of a black grand treno. I noticed two of them was kinda forced out.

They looked at me with remorseful eyes and just stepped back towards the trunk of the car. The fifth one looked like he could either be a Soc or a Greaser. His hair was dark, almost balck and it was styled to perfection with hair grease. From his neck down he looked like a Soc. he had a red dress shirt on with a leather jacket then had expensive black jeans.

The other one was big about derry's build with kind blue eyes and blond hair. I backed up quickly but I didn't get too far due to the fact that my back hit a gate of one of the houses.

"Isn’t she pretty?" one of the female Socs said. She was clearly drunk and she couldn't say it without laughing or slurring. He looked over to the fifth guy and laughed. "Derek?"

"Christina stop" the Derek guy said. The other two male Socs laughed. I pulled out my switch blade and pointed it at the female Socs. "you lay a hand on me i swear to christ i'll kill you"

"You and what army?" another one said.

"Guys lets just go" the blond kid said. After that he flinched backwards as his group told him to shut up. The blond guy stepped up. The fact tall and He almost looked bigger than Darry scared the shit out of me. He looked down at me and sighed as he stepped in front of me which shocked me. "Guys lets go home she's not worth it"

"Grow a pair michael" Christina sighed and pushed him out of the way. The fourth Soc tackled him as he fought to get back to Christina. The fourth guy got ordered to push the Michale guy into the car as Christina and the second guy who she called Danny surrounded me.

"Fuck you" I growled and that got me a slap a crossed the face. "Hey, tuff guy want to say that again?" Danny said.

My blade slipped out of my sleeve and into the palm of my hand. I threw my hand to the left and the blade sliced the side of Danny’s face. He flinched back and the third guy dropped Michael to the ground and shoved me into the concreact. Christina came down with me and started punching me in different places of my body. I felt my lungs struggling to breathe. I felt my stomach turn and my eyes shut in pain.

"Help me!" I cried out hoping someone would help. "Cam, shut her up"

The third Soc who’s name was Cam stratled my chest and covered my mouth with both of his hands as I felt Christina and Danny punch and kick me in my legs and thighs. My cries for help were muffled but I still tried to fight back. I wasn't gonna end up like johnny.

"Guys stop!" I hear Michael yell. The next thing I know I felt the Cam guy being through off of me. My lungs and chest felt some relief as I tried to catch my breath, but all I could taste was blood and I felt it run down my throat as I felt another kick to my gut.

"Stay out of this if you're not gonna have any fun" Danny said as he pushed Michael into the car. Michael pushed himself off the car and collided his fist into Danny's cut that I made on his cheek. Cam jumped up from the ground as Christina held me down. Cam was pushed down by Derek who came out of his hiding place.

"Just go home she's had enough" Derek said as he pushed Christina off of me. I would have fallen to the ground if Michael didn't catch me. He gently sat me down on the curb next to Derek as the other three socs drove off.

Michael knelt down in front of me. "Are you alright?" I licked the blood from my lips and nodded. "I've already gotten jumped once this week... I'm used to it" I hissed as I moved to the side. Michael put out his hands offering his help. "You want us to take you home?" Derek asked.

I sighed. "I-I don't want to go home" I whimpered. I knew for a fact that if I went home late and my dad was still up he’d beat me some more and I knew for a fact Two-bit was with Dally and Diggs was most likely with Johnny or Dally’s little cousin Matt.

"Is there a friend's house we can take you to?" Derek asked. I reluntickly nodded. I didn't want to go back to Curtis house but it was the safest place I knew. "Yeah it's about a block away from here"

Michael gently picked me up bridal style as Derek picked up my dented and broken switchblade. "Tell us the way," Michael said softly. About five minutes into walking I heard some familiar voices.

"Y/n!" it was Derry’s voice called out. Darry ran up to us and pushed some hair out of my eyes. "I thought I heard shouting and i came out to look…im sorry I didn't come sooner"

"I-its okay" I mummed as I rested my forehead on Michael’s chest. "Are you here brother or something?" Derek asked.

"Kind of" Derry said. "let's take her back to may house" he said as he led the two Socs to the house. I was kinda out of it the rest of the way. I felt exhausted and I didn't want to move out of Michael's arms. I never felt this safe with someone, it was uncanny. Derek and Michael remained me that there was still good in this world.

"what happened?" I hear soda ask as I was carried into the house. "like you care" I mumbled into Michael's arm.

"you have a first aid kit or something?" Derek asked. Derry nodded. "Ponyboy go get it" pony leaped from the couch and ran into the bathroom as Michael sat me down gently into Derry's recliner.

Pony came back seconds later and handed it to Derek. "are you okay Birdie?" Soda asked soft from behind Michael.

"please leave me alone Soda" I mumbled as Derek started cleaning the cut on my forehead. Soda looked like a whipped puppy. You could see the hurt in his blue eyes, you could see regret but I didn't really care at the moment.

"I'm Derek and that Michael" Derek introduced himself to Derry and Pony.

"Darrel and that's Ponyboy" Darry said back. "the one that went up stairs is Sodapop"

"those are some unique names" Michael smiled. "I like them"

I smiled at his kindness to my friends. The part of me that thought this was a trick faded quickly. They weren't Socs just two guys that wanted to help.

Derek got done patching me up and then Derry brought me one of the Mickey mouse shirts my brother left and then pair of Pony's shorts.

"you can sleep in my bed" Derry said coming out of his room. I shook my head. "I can sleep on the couch I'm not stealing your bed." I said.

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Michael:

Derek:

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Meeting and Dating Max

(Not my gif)(Requested by @rqmancer)

(Most of the meeting portion of this is dialogue so sorry if that’s annoying, It just feels more fitting with how he was in the movie.)

- You …are a little creep: you’re a little weirdo! You’re just a strange little guy …and that’s what Max likes about you. He likes that you’re vaguely off-putting, he likes that you’ve got a bit of a morbid side, he likes that; in the grand scheme of things, you’re a bit of a freak. But you wouldn’t know that, considering the fact that the two of you have never actually spoken....

- You and Max have gone to the same school for about four years now and in that four years, the most that you’ve seen of each other are impersonal glances in the hallway or random rumors that get spread around school. In your eyes, that’s all there’s ever been between you and that’s all there ever would be, but Max; unbeknownst to you, didn’t completely agree.

- Too busy with considering him to be out of your league and trying not to get pushed into a locker, you’d never noticed the way his eyes locked on you a couple times too often to be a coincidence. And too busy keeping homicidal tendencies at bay and training for the next big football game, Max had never actually made a move.

- At first, his interest in you was brought on by witnessing a group of girls shoving you around the school hallway; the same group of girls who typically went out of their way to pick on you: and we all know how he feels about bullying. But once he’d noticed and paid closer attention to you, his interest morphed into one of genuine attraction. And once he saw you clutching a book about true crime and/or witchcraft, it was game over: you had him kicking his feet like a little girl.

- The funny thing about Max is that; even though he looks like he belongs on the cover of a men's health magazine, he has a surprisingly unconventional taste in women. Sure, he thinks “normal” girls are hot and would happily date them but his actual type isn’t nearly as stereotypical. A lot of the time, he actually prefers women who are “flawed” in some way: girls who don’t have perfect body types, who wear weird clothes, who have some sort of “unappealing” facial feature, etc. He shy’s away from perfection as much as he can.

- But, regardless of all that, you and Max technically met for the first time the night he tried to kill you.

- I know, I know, that one sort of came out of left field, didn’t it? But it’s the truth and I doubt it’s completely unexpected; given the whole murderous plot of the movie and all.

- So yeah, yada, yada, yada, the devil gang breaks in to your house and tries to use your blood as a sacrifice for their satanic ritual, things go haywire, you kill a few of them and before you know it, you’re left with just the star quarterback on your panicked tail, wondering why the fuck he’s cheering you on like you’re about to score a home run for your schools varsity sports team.

- It seems as though no matter how hard you run or hide, he’s always one step ahead of you, ambushing you in your hiding spot or suddenly appearing in front of you, forcing you to swerve away or fall on your ass in an attempt to evade him. These small instances of interaction make way for conversation, conversation you could probably do without since it only serves to make you even more anxious than you already were.

“You know, I didn’t believe Bee when she first told us that you still had your cherry. I mean you’re hot,” he tells you as you’re trying to survey the area for escape. You give him an unconvinced look and he continues. “No, I mean it. You are. I’d fuck you.”

“Thanks.” You say somewhat sarcastically, hinting at the fact that you want this conversation to be over.

“So what was it?” He asks. “I mean, just not interested, saving it for the right person, just never at a point of convenience for it to happen? I lost mine in the seventh grade so, ya know, can’t really relate anymore.”

“That’s pretty young.” You say, tone bordering on concern; the statement enough to momentarily shock you into normality.

“What can I say: I’ve always been a stud.” He announces proudly and you look at him vaguely disturbed.

“I don't really think that that's….” You purposefully don’t finish your sentence.

- Finally, the final confrontation occurs: he knocks you around a bit, gives you some praise and advice on your escape techniques before reassuring you that your death is gonna be honorable, giving you enough time to pull out the knife that you’ve got on your person and slash him across his; for some reason, bare chest. He grits his teeth, doubling over, and you take off running once again, this time managing to escape as the police pull up onto your street and catch you as you nearly collapse in the middle of the road.

- It’s all over, you think, panting to yourself. …Except they can’t find your freshly injured “friend”, leaving you living in a constant state of fear for months on end, expecting him to come back and finish the job.

- Months later, your parents are out for the night, leaving you home alone and getting ready for bed. But, just as you’re about to crawl into said bed, you hear a noise downstairs and quickly grab the baseball bat that you’ve kept in your room for this exact moment, creeping downstairs and picking up the phone; happy to look crazy instead of dealing with any more horror movie bullshit. But the lines are all disconnected and suddenly, you don’t feel so stupid for being paranoid.

“God, I’ve missed you. I mean you probably don’t believe that, cause ya know, I tried to kill you and all, but I do. You stabbed me and now I like you more, is that weird?” You whirl around and there he is, shirtless as ever and somehow in your previously empty house.

“Yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird. And yeah, I don’t think I believe you.” You say, nervously brandishing the bat as you alternate between staring him down and glancing around for a plausible escape.

“No, really. I mean, no harm done: I look super badass now.” He grins, gesturing to the harsh scar that nearly spans the length of his chest.

You don’t want to yet you can’t help but relent; if only just a little. “Yeah, alright, it looks pretty cool.”

“See. And that’s all thanks to you,” he replies. “So, how have you been?”

“How have I been? How the fuck do you think I’ve been? You tried to murder me. I’m pretty fucked up right now!” You shout incredulously.

“Well, in my defense, you weren’t exactly supposed to live long enough to face the long term effects of our actions,” he chuckles, hands outstretched like he’s expecting you to agree with him. When all that greets him is a glare, he clears his throat and moves on.

- He looks around as if he’s absentmindedly surveying your home and you’re on the verge of telling him to get on with it, cause this waiting shit is more anxiety inducing than the actual fight that’s undoubtedly about to occur. But then he says something so bold and so out of left field that you’re genuinely left flustered.

“So …are you still a virgin?”

“…Am I still a virgin,” you utter back incredulously. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“I’m curious,” he shrugs. “Didn’t get any brownie points at school for the whole ‘surviving a traumatic event thing’?”

“No,” you say in a tone that tells him this should already be obvious. “No, people weren’t lining up to break my hymen because I was picked to play sacrificial lamb. In fact, I think that might’ve chased off just about anyone who was even slightly interested in me before.”

“They still fucking with you?” He says, tone suddenly more serious than before and you’re forced to remember just how much he seemingly hates bullying.

“Not really. Turns out most people think it’s a little too messed up to bully a girl who was almost murdered. Either that or they think it’s best not to piss off the chick who killed four people in self defense.” You explain.

“See, don’t say I never did anything for you.” He jokes and you purposefully choose to ignore the comment.

“I’m sorry,” you finally interrupt. “Are you gonna try to kill me or what?”

“Am I still gonna kill you?” He repeats slowly, a bit tauntingly, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Hmmm …I’m still deciding.”

- And with that, he walks: walks closer and closer until he’s passing you by, ignoring the way you stumble away and clutch your bat tighter.

“Your rooms up here, right?” He calls over his shoulder and you stand there incredulously as your attempted murderer begins to casually peruse your home.

- Fast forward a few minutes and you’re standing in the doorway of your own bedroom, watching him as he toys around with the things on your dresser and seemingly purposefully ignores your presence, refusing to acknowledge how strange this entire situation is all the while staying completely silent. You stay equally silent, hands wringing against the weapon in your grasp, the weapon that’s been rendered useless by his arguably friendly behavior.

“You ever seen Once Bitten? Vampire movie with Jim Carrey? Yeah? No?” He tilts his head side to side, trying to pull any semblance of an answer from you as you remain completely silent. “Anyways I was like this close to reenacting the ending with you.”

- He pinches his fingers close together, leaving a tiny opening in between as he chuckles at his own clever reference. He looks at you and once he see’s that you aren’t laughing, he explains the joke.

“They had sex at the end, to save his life from the vampire milf. He was a virgin-”

“Yeah, I think I got it. Thank you.” You say quickly, head reeling from the arguably jarring confession.

“She was hot. I probably would’ve just let her have me.” He says, pausing before continuing, seemingly adding on his thoughts as they come. “You’re hotter though.”

“I doubt that's true.” You reply nervously, gulping as he turns and starts walking towards you.

“To me you are.”

“You’ve got weird taste.”

“Well I do kill people for sport.” He says matter of factly and yeah, that does makes sense.

“Are you gonna kill me?” You ask.

“Depends on what you think about me.” He replies and you remain silent for a long moment before deciding that you have nothing left to lose; opening your mouth and beginning to tell him exactly what you think of him.

“...I think you’re a cold blooded murderer who has a lot of fucking issues,” You say, stumbling back a bit as he advances on you. All he does is nod his head, urging you to continue. “And I think that you have shitty decision making skills, and that your friends were a bunch of assholes and that someone didn’t hold you enough as a child.”

“My parents were great.” He interrupts, though his tone doesn’t hold any malice. Which only makes you want to continue speaking, your mouth moving on autopilot as you word vomit without thinking; releasing all the pent up anxiety that's been coursing through you as you talk.

“I think that you could have really made something of yourself and that it’s a big fucking waste that you ended up throwing it all away just so you could get your rocks off for one measly little night,” He quirks a brow at that one, lips pulling up into an amused smirk.

“And I think that it’s really unfair of you to not wear a shirt because you’ve got the body of a god and the personality of a fucking geek.” Alright brain, veering off into territory you might not want to get into.

“Ouch.” He says quietly while you continue to speak.

“Which is so, so frustrating because none of your parts match. You’re like twelve different people all in one and it makes it so, so hard to hate you. The minute I think you’re irredeemable, you’re giving me some stupid, dazzling smile and you’re trying to help me and....”

“And?” He asks, his tone finally resembling an appropriate level of emotion; a justified yet still restrained level of impatience.

“…And I think that if you did what you were saying you wanted to do, I probably would have let you.” You pause, your tongue tying as you think really hard about what you’re about to say, knowing things will never be the same if you do.

“If I did what?” He says slowly, emphasizing the final word in the sentence.

“If you tried to Once Bitten me.” You respond, embarrassed by the arguably fucked up confession. And all he can do is look at you, grinning to himself as he thinks about just how cute you are right here in this moment.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He says, hands grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss, so sudden that his words can’t fully dawn on you, so sudden that you can’t even acknowledge the irony....

- Since I want to make this as accurate as possible, we’ll pretend as though the rest of this post either takes place before his death/murder attempt or in an alternate universe where he somehow got off scot-free and isn’t being chased by police.

- Max is continuously touching you; whether you technically want him to or not. He’s never been good at reading a room so you’ll have to brush him off yourself whenever you feel embarrassed by his somewhat overbearing and cutesy affection. Some people might assume he’s trying to show off but he’s genuinely just obsessed with you and loves having his hands on you.

- He usually wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you into him/squeezing your arm whenever he’s putting emphasize on a certain word or asking you a teasing question. He’ll also hug you from behind whenever he can.

- He loves when you lean your head on his shoulder while sitting or standing next to him. He just thinks it’s really cute.

- Forehead kisses.

- As rough as he typically is himself, he gets flustered whenever you give him an abrupt and fiery kiss; sitting there and looking at you in a stunned yet happy silence as though you’ve somehow changed his life with your out of character act of affection. That being said, whenever he kisses you, he’s typically very peppy and passionate, connecting your lips excitedly like he’s waited all day to kiss you and not stopping until he’s satisfied.

- I hope you aren’t too shy about affection because Max is the type of guy to tongue you in the corner of a house party and be completely nonchalant about it; regardless of who came across you. You can rest assured knowing that if you were there during Cole’s night of horrors, he’d catch the two of you making out when Max was supposed to be chasing him and be traumatized even further.

- Max already uses a ton of pet/nicknames in general; imagine how bad it gets when you’re upset with him.... You’ll be called literally anything besides your real name: sweetie, babe, honey, sweetie pie, baby, darling, angel, sugar plum, etc, etc, et-fucking-cetera. You swear he’s got a notebook full of them.

- If you didn’t love him as much as you do, the sheer force with which he cuddles you would be somewhat annoying if not unnerving. Like RIP to you if you found out he was a serial killer after starting to date him cause you’ll be stuck as his little spoon, contemplating your escape while he wraps himself around you like a straight jacket; none the wiser to your mounting anxiety cause he conks the fuck out the minute he’s in your bed.

- Wearing his clothes; especially when you go over to his house. He sort of just automatically finds some for you to wear once you get to his bedroom, pulling you down onto his bed the minute you’re dressed so you can assume the position of living teddy bear.

- “Get in there, tiger” types of ass smacks; on top of the usual ones. Any excuse to touch your glorious behind.

- I’m sure it’s a borderline offensive term but It’s one pretty much everyone knows at this point so I’m just gonna say it: chubby chaser. Max gives off chubby chaser vibes and I refuse to believe otherwise. He would have a thing for girls who were on the bigger side and he’d be completely unapologetic about it.

- Being cat called in your own home. He always has a compliment or salacious comment for you.

- Constantly teasing each other.

- Friendly competitions.

- Random excursions: like going bowling or going to the arcade. He gets distracted easily so don’t be surprised if he’s oblivious to the things that are going on around you, looking back at you with a chipper “Oh! Did you see that!?” after a particularly good score, missing the fact that you’re uncomfortable or trying to tell him something.

- Him sneaking into your house or sneaking you out of it to hangout; especially if he’s on the run from the cops or something.

- Singing along to the radio. He’s a big fan of classic rock and other similar stations so it’s best to study up on your Aerosmith.

- Him randomly cooking you food and delivering it to wherever you are in the house. You’ll find out he used to work at a diner at some random point in your relationship and you’ll just be like “well, thanks for the perfectly cooked fries, I guess? Love you.”.

- Pop culture references and clever little comments. He’s always got something to say, even if it feels like it’s coming straight out of left field.

- Playing trivia games. He might act like a himbo but he isn’t stupid.

- He genuinely enjoys doing crazy, frat boy-esque activities and you’re sort of just forced to sit there like “I know you’ve survived worse and that I’ve literally stabbed you myself but I don’t think you can come back from a broken neck nearly as easily so maybe just cool it down there, babe.”.

- I will not lie to you: you will play tag …and he will get horny while doing it....

- Him “teaching you self defense” is really just an excuse to chase you down and wrestle you to the ground in full primal fashion. Every now and again, it’ll feel so real that your heart will begin to race and you’ll lock eyes with him, wondering if he’s actually going to kill you this time …all before he pants out something akin to “you want head”; completely serious in his offer.

- He’s a Pitbull boyfriend; as opposed to a golden retriever one, cause he’s an absolute love of a guy but the minute someone makes one wrong move, he’s tearing their face off and licking the blood off your hands while you help him hide the body. Consider him multipurpose: he’ll take you grocery shopping then kill someone who bothered you one too many times.

- Okay, but honestly? He would make a good babysitter. Stuck taking care of your little siblings or cousins? He’ll win them over in minutes and make your life a hell of a lot easier, convincing them not to tell their parents that he was there because “that would mean he couldn’t come over and see them again”. I have a feeling he’s an only child and/or just likes to hang out with little humans in general so he’d happily take over, giving you some much needed time to yourself.

- If you need someone to take the initiative in a situation, look no further. He’s always ready for any given outcome and adapts like a professional so you never have to worry about anything.

- If it wasn’t already obvious from the film: he’s your number one cheerleader. He’s always praising you and being by your side to uplift, coach and motivate you; regardless of what you’re doing. It’s seemingly just in his nature.

- He definitely starts off stories about his past or motivational speeches with “I wasn’t always the stud you see before you today.” and he’s being completely serious when he says it too.

- Going to his football games and watching him practice. He is the star quarterback, after all.

- Sorry to tell you this, but you’re gonna have to slap him. He’s exactly the type of person who needs someone to hit him in the face to “get his head in the game” and that job will usually fall on you. He’ll just keep insisting that you do it; then somewhat teasingly insisting that you do it harder, until you give him a hit strong enough to satisfy him.

- Hanging out with him at the gym, watching him train, getting used as weights, receiving snapchats of him shirtless and/or flexing, gym selfies, other typical chad/alpha male behavior. I’m sorry but your boyfriends a gym rat and there's nothing you can do to save him.

- It’s genuinely unfair how attractive he is because you’ll try to be sexy and purposefully praise his physique while feeling him up and then he’ll just ...one up you in sexiness: giving you a proud smile and a pleased hum while he flexes under your touch. I mean, at least you know your plan is working, right? However hard it may be to focus on now....

- Speaking of: him flexing at you is ridiculously commonplace in your relationship. Sometimes its purposeful, other times not so much: but does it even really matter?

- He’s typically a pretty confident person but he’d genuinely get kind of sad if you questioned why he was shirtless; as if that isn’t just the normal response to a person randomly not wearing a shirt in a shirt-wearing place. He’d question you as if you just insulted him like “Look at me. :( I’m hot. Don’t you think I’m hot? Don’t you like me shirtless? I thought you loved me.”.

- Babeee, what do you mean you don’t want to hold my dick while I pee? All the cool couples are doing it! Aren't you curious? If you had a dick, I’d hold your dick while you peed.

- Nothing makes him happier than an immature dick joke. He’ll stop being upset just to laugh at them so consider them your not so secret weapon whenever you need to have him in a good mood.

- Don’t be fooled by his outward appearance, on the inside he’s a malewife who knows how you take your coffee by heart.

- He’s the type of boyfriend who would always remember your birthday and anniversary and would try to make them as special as he could.

- Loves to crack your back; it’s borderline just an excuse to bear hug you from behind and lift you off your feet but you obviously still appreciate it. You rarely have to ask too, he’ll literally just offer to do it whenever it happens to come to mind.

- Him sending you random texts throughout the day like “Hey, wanna see this dead rat I found?”. He wouldn't even be upset if you said no, he’d just move onto the next topic of conversation as if it was a simple and normal question. At least he asks, right?

- Literally nothing grosses him out. Doesn't matter if its drool, sweat, puke, or blood: he’s always unphased and always sweet; only ever worried about whether or not you’re okay and not about the state of his shoes, shirt, or car.

- He has a tendency to assume that you’re on your period but in an earnest, he genuinely thinks that you are kind of way; usually in response to a multitude of different things. Like he’ll ask you if you’re on it after you snap at him one too many times but he’ll also ask about it if you’re extra tired or hungry too; and he’s usually right.

- And you honestly can’t even be annoyed at him because a) he’s right and b) he says it in such an innocent and confused sort of way that you immediately know that he’s not just trying to be a dick. He’ll ask and then sympathize with you, listening to you complain and asking if he can do anything; calling you his little ketchup packet.

- Movie dates are a big part of your relationship; even though you might wish that they weren’t. He always picks the goriest films he can find; oftentimes indie films that make you debate whether they’re genuine snuff films or not, and he watches them with a smile on his face, happily eating popcorn while your stomach churns. It’s like Netflix and chill except he’s put on the human centipede.

- He’ll see something on tv; some kind of creative kill, then take you supplies shopping with him like he’s some kind of murderous Mythbuster. He’ll probably push you around in the cart too if you ask nicely.

- Waiting in the car while he goes out for a kill. It’s easy to forget what he’s doing while you’re sitting around filing your nails and/or listening to the radio, but the reason you’re there gets harder to ignore when he returns to the car covered in blood or manages to lose his victim; prompting them to come across you and beg you to drive them away.

- Thankfully, you don’t have to stall them for very long before he’s running out of the woodwork and killing them in front of you, whooping and hollering while he motions for you to roll down the window so he can brag and rant about how good that was all while leaning in to kiss you through the opening.

- Showering together after a kill. He alternates between being sweet, trying to make a move, and excitedly recounting what happened during the moment of the crime like it’s one of his football teams winning games.

- It isn’t often that Max gets jealous: mainly because he’s aware of how attractive he is and because it’s sort of imperative that he trusts you for your relationship to work out; for obvious reasons. But every now and again, some interaction of yours will rub him the wrong way and he’ll wind up becoming envious: either acting taken aback and pouting whenever you allude to an attraction/interest in someone else or giving you the silent treatment until he finally decides to speak up and passive aggressively explain what’s wrong; usually after you’ve grown tired of asking.

- He’s protective but it isn’t nearly as bad as you’d probably assume it would be. He’s actually kind of a dick sometimes, finding it mildly amusing when you get hurt; in a minor way, or leaving you to handle things on your own whenever you’re in trouble. He insists that it’s to make you stronger and that he wants you to be able to look out for yourself when he’s not around: and the only reason you choose to believe him is because he’s always there whenever you really need him.

- Surprisingly enough, you’re actually a pretty normal and healthy couple; all things considered. You really don’t argue or fight all that often and whenever there’s a problem in your relationship, you sit down and discuss it or vent your frustrations and come up with a solution that makes both of you happy. Although, anytime you do end up bickering about something, you have a tendency to pull the “you tried to kill me card” and he honestly can’t even be mad.

- He despises the silent treatment even though it’s typically what he goes to whenever he’s mad. He’ll stay quiet and/or insist he’s fine until you stop asking; continuing to act all moody until he passive aggressively mentions what’s bothering him in a roundabout way. Whenever you do the same, he’ll mess around with you until you can’t help but laugh; even if you try to hide it, or get you flowers and/or a teddy bear which he usually makes apologize to you “for him”. Once everything is settled, you’ll give each other a big hug and you’ll go back to being a happy, arguably weird couple.

- I’m not even gonna lie: you probably told him that you loved him for the first time when his would be victim pulled a weapon on you and his response was to literally ignore the fact that you were both in mortal danger and go “aww, really?”, telling the person to shut up while trying to speak to you more about your feelings. He’d then proceed to kill them like it was the easiest thing in the world to do before asking if you really meant it and saying that he loved you too.

- Psychopathic and murderous tendencies aside, I think he’d be a very good husband and father, don’t you?

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faghubby · 1 year

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Friends II

"Paul go have fun" Helen told me. After the hundredth time I asked her if she was okay with me having a bachelor party. She was after all going out with the girls for her Bachelorette party to an all male review. Derrick picked me up and I kissed Helen goodnight. I had no idea what the plans where and was surprised when he drove to the old lookoutspit.

"Remember what we used to do here?" He asked grabbing his cock thru his pants.

"That was a long time ago" I stuttered a bit. As my dick got hard.

"Have you ever been with anyone else?" He asked.

"Yes, me and Helen are very active" I told him I felt uncomfortable but excited at the same time.

"I meant another man" he clarified.

"No, only you" I told him. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his hard cock. I felt it thru his pants.

"Does Helen know?" He asked. I just shook my head. "I missed that sweet ass of yours" he told me. I stroked him thru his pants.

"Take it out" he ordered and I pulled out his cock. I stroked him.

"That's right you missed it didn't you" he asked me. Again I nodded. Be pushed my hand away and put his cock back in his pants. Then drove to a club outside of town. We where led to a private room in the back. There where several strippers. And lots of booze. I did the first shot then Derrick pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"The rest will be virgin, better only drink what I or the bartender hand you" it was a warning I spent the night drinking juices or soda. It was all perfectly virgin as I watched all my friends and family get drunk.i got a lap dance from two of the strippers. But thought not of Helen but Derrick the whole time. As it got later people started to say goodnight. Finally I noticed Derrick, the bartender and Derricks friend George. Three large black men. Derrick drove me to a motel. He handed me the key before driving away. Inside I found bridal lingerie, a pink razor and shaving cream. I couldn't shave what would I tell Helen. But set about doing it anyway. I had just finished putting on the lingerie when Derrick walked in, but he had bought the two other men with him.

"Derrick I" was all I got out before I was tossed on the bed. A cock slid in my mouth before I even knew who's it was. Derrick pulled my panties down and applied lube to my ass. As he had the first time he just shoved his cock deep into my ass without warning. I was out of practice bit swallowed the bartenders load 10 minutes later he then said goodnight. As Derrick pulled his dirty cock from my ass and offered it to me. I hesitated but then took it in my mouth licking it clean. Derricks friend then took his place. I sucked his friend as Derrick just sat and watched.

"Your mom couldn't believe it when I told her you sucked cock better then her" Derrick told me. I couldn't answer. "Yeah, it was the year after you went away to school.

" She loved my black cock almost as much as you" Derrick informed me. "She knew you had been suckimg my cock for awhile. " Dericks friend came deep down my throat shooting his cum straight into my stomach, then he left as well.

"Derrick did you really?" I started to ask.

"Yes" he said as he pulled me onto his lap. I sank down taking every inch of him back in my ass. "Wait till I tell her you sucked three cocks tonight" he laughed and played with my nipples.

"I should go fuck Helen as well" he continued as I bounced up and down in his cock.

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The fear i felt when i saw that youre making it into a series. What am i going to do when you write about how brave robin was to jump in for nancy. What am i going to do when you possibly approach the nuances of how brave robin was enough to think "i'm ready to die, for my family, i'm ready to die" What then, huh?

I mean I wasn't going to do that, anon, but now that you've mentioned it...

Robin Buckley was a chronic overthinker. She thought too much about where she rests her hands, about who thought it was a good idea to shape brass into the complicated twists of French horn, about how hard it must have been to translate different languages for the first time, about whether the Upside Down is actually a different dimension or if it’s just an unexplored section of the earth’s crust, about why rabies terrifies her so much and how anyone can think Metallica is better than Bowie (sorry Eddie) and how—

—the point is, she thought a lot. So it’s no wonder that she’s thought about death.

She didn’t used to. It used to be high up on her list of fears, and she used to shove the mere notion of it aside any time it came up. To her, death was an unknown, and she wasn’t too fond of unknowns, especially ones that no human can possibly ever understand fully.

She wasn’t sure what death would bring. Maybe unbearable torture in the fires of hell, if a majority of Hawkins was to be believed. Or maybe death was nothing more than floating in a void for all eternity. Maybe, even there was some kind of bliss to it, some perfect world up in the clouds waiting for you if you were good enough, if you were kind enough, if you were brave enough.

Each thought seemed ridiculous to her, too big to comprehend. So, she pushed them all aside.

Robin didn’t like thinking about death, until suddenly one day, she was sure she was facing it.

Because here’s the thing: when you’re sitting in a Russian elevator, staying up all night with your coworker to try to find a way out for yourselves and for the two kids with you, death is going to be on your mind. And when you stare at blinding lasers drilling a hole in the fabric of reality, death is going to be on your mind.

So death was on her mind when she put herself in harm’s way for the first time, but it wasn’t as heavy as she thought it would be. After all, it was the natural thing to do, running up to Steve’s side as he tried to hold the door shut.

If you die, I die, Dustin had said. Somehow, Robin had come to live it, too.

It wasn’t the last time Robin thought about death. It wasn’t even the last time that night. She thought about it as she hovered over what she thought was Steve’s corpse, she thought about it when her first instinct was to struggle to her knees in an attempt to fight off the people who had hurt him. She thought about it when she heard Steve screaming behind her and felt something sharp and burning in the side of her neck. She thought about it as she threw fireworks with all of her might at a monster so horrible part of her thought she was, in fact, already dead.

In the aftermath, Robin thought less about being dead and more about actually dying.

It would have been easy, she thought. As easy as running to the door beside Steve. As easy as lying to Russian officers. As easy as throwing fireworks at a monster to keep it from hurting that little superpowered girl on the first floor. Which is to say, not easy at all, but inevitable. A one-way path that she would gladly travel down if it meant keeping the people around her safe.

And it did.

And so it was easy—natural, really—to grab Steve’s axe from the floor of the Creel house attic. There was nothing else to do, in the grand scheme of things, but run those few steps up to Vecna and swing before he could reach Nancy.

The pain came, and it hurt like nothing she had ever felt before. Robin had suffered scrapes and bruises, accidents and scuffles. She had been beaten by Russians, torn apart by demobats, nearly choked to death by vines in this very house, and none of it compared to this piercing, burning pain that consumed her from the inside out.

But oh, how it faded when she heard Nancy scream. It meant nothing at all when she saw Nancy advancing again, fury blazing like the fire taking over this attic. All the hellfire Robin was always told she should fear burned like holy light in Nancy’s eyes.

If you’ll have me, Nancy had told her in the van. Robin would have her. She would have her safe, and whole, and burning with so much bright, raw, unrelenting life that nothing can stand against it.

Robin drank the sight of Nancy in, letting it press itself as a brand against her mind, knowing that the things she could have were quickly seeping from her body along with the rest of her lifeforce, but this—this part, she won’t forget.

She hit the ground, and she knew what it cost. Maybe this was inevitable. All those years spent refusing to think about death were just a way of protecting herself, of letting herself be a little more content during the few years she would get. Maybe, from the moment she traded her ice cream scoop for the tape in Steve’s hand, she had signed her own death warrant.

She would sign it again. She’d do it all again.

Because it was easy, watching Nancy bear down on Vecna as he tumbled backwards from the window. It was painless, this rush of affection as Nancy stood, silhouetted by flame, after he fell.

It’s inevitable, the way her body started to shake as Steve fell to his knees beside her. Robin tried to smile at him, to let him know that it was okay. She didn’t mind dying; she never had—not if it was like this.

Maybe she was foolish. Maybe she was brave. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore. Nancy joined them on the floor of the attic, and Robin—for once in her life—stopped overthinking.

She was ready, she thought. And that was all there was to it, really.

For her family, she was ready to die.

#raise dead #rdau #ronance #asks #anon #robin is unbelievably brave and i need more fics exploring that #she's not as steely as nancy or as reckless as steve but she's so damn brave

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lokisasgardianvampirequeen · 2 years

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To Those Who Time Forgot

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Female Reader, Sam Wilson

Words: 1525

Warning(s): Violence, Swearing, Minor Drug Use (Weed)

A/N: All characters are property of Marvel I'm just borrowing them. Please do not use or repost my work elsewhere. Much love and I hope you enjoy!!!! Reblogs are immensely appreciated ❤️

Chapter Two

As suddenly as the command left your mouth you were gone from the warehouse, computer and documents in tow. You noticed a motorcycle parked in one of shipping containers with the door partially opened and decided to chance it. Hot wiring the console the bike roared to life and you sped off. I can't believe someone would leave a bike as beautiful as this in such a seedy place, you thought. Their loss is my gain I guess.

You arrived back at your loft in record time. Almost lovingly you brought your new bike inside, making sure to chain the fence outside back up. It was somewhat ironic. The building front the front looked reminiscent of the warehouse you earlier found yourself in. You had however strategically picked this location though. It was central enough to all the bullshit being caused by the rogue Flag Smashers but somewhat within their own territory that they would never think to look for you there if push came to shove. You gave the bike a once over carefully inspecting it. From your toolbox you grabbed a rag and gave the bike a wipe down before putting a cover over it. You made your way up the winding sets of stairs (using holographic tech that made them look decrepit and falling apart from below). You decided to decrypt the computer first, setting it up on a small desk in the corner. Determined for a little break and TLC you had a quick shower and put on some comfy lounge clothes.

You set up all your weapons on the coffee table and the stolen documents from earlier. You grabbed a bottle of wine and took a couple of blood bags from the warmer and made your way to the couch. You put on a show as background noise beginning to thumb through the files in front of you while sipping on your dinner. Most of the information was non-descript. The only thing that caught your eye was the photo of one of the men from earlier "James Buchanan Barnes, Winter Soldier Project, DEFECTED" you whispered to yourself. That definitely explained the familiarity you felt when you first set eyes upon him. Another life Hydra managed to fuck up and tear down, you thought sullenly. A small bit of empathy and understanding rising up in your chest towards him. As quickly as it came on you put it back under lock and key. Emotions served you no purpose, especially when it came to carrying out your vendetta. You trained your eyes back to the TV eventually falling asleep.

Defeated and dejected after a few more attempts at leaving the warehouse, Sam and Bucky finally got outside. True to your words they were able to leave after 20 minutes. Sam elected to fly back and Bucky made his way to where he parked his bike. It was gone! How was it gone?! Metal met metal in obscene fury as Bucky repeatedly punched the wall of the shipping container. What a perfect end to an already shitty mission, he thought.

The walk back did nothing to quell Bucky's curiousity nor sate his anger at Sam and Torres. For every question he thought he may know the answer to in regards to you, another three popped up to replace it. The most pressing issue he decided, what is she? Never in 107 years had he ever encountered another being without a heartbeat, without anything that distinguished sounds of life.

Furthermore he began to question his own abilities. Were his senses failing him, did he just miss the telltale signs of being animate, too caught up in the rush of the fight. Although it had never failed him before and he was certain it hadn't this time, he was still dubious.

Bucky trudged through the doors of the compound, arriving not too long after Sam. Torres was tucked away at his desk in hopes of hiding away from the further ire of his counterparts. The men approached Torres, Bucky grabbing the last his expensive whisky before taking a seat. Before Bucky could further express his discontent Sam spoke. "So Torres. WHAT and I mean this with as much respect as possible, THE. FUCK???". Torres fidgeted with his hands before taking a deep breath, listening to the plates of Bucky's arm shift in the background as the scarier of his two friends clenched and unclenched his fist.

Finally Torres managed to speak. "The tip I received originally came from the DOJ, as most of ours usually do. It wasn't until midway through the mission that I realized it was a plant. I don't know if their intentions was to distract or to bring attention to what was left of that faction. I still don't. Whoever did this was good, better then good. I have never seen work of this quality since Tony Stark." Both Sam and Bucky stared at each other. Sam wide eyed and Bucky with an pique of interest.

"So what your saying is that even with skills of your caliber, you, YOU the best hacker and most technologically inclined person we know, have no clue how this happened?"

"I have been looking into it since before you guys returned. I have all my best people on it assisting. We will stop at nothing until I have answers."

"Well" Sam stated earning a huff of indignation from Bucky, "since you have a team on it we have a more important assignment for you at the moment."

Torres looked at Sam and then to Bucky nodding. At little less perturbed Bucky broke his silence. "There was a girl....woman, at the warehouse today. We need you to analyze the footage from Red Wing and find out anything and everything you can about her." "Is there anything I should about her that would help?" he replied.

Bucky pursed his lips in thought. "Terminator said this woman was something else. Dead apparently but very much alive" Sam all but shouted at Torres. "Dead?!?" Torres questioned perplexed. If his eyebrows could have become one with his hairline they would be. He almost laughed loudly, the only thing stopping him was still hearing the shifting of Bucky's vibranium arm, something the man never did unless he was extremely vexed. "Yeah, that was my reaction too. 107 years old and he has no explanation man" Sam deadpanned. Bucky stood up at this suddenly caused his chair crash backwards to the floor.

"And like I fucking already told you Sam, I am not the world's fucking authority on all things fucked up! Torres if you must know she was very much like me in terms of strength and force, minus a beating heart and can wield some form of mind control." Bucky turned abruptly taking his whiskey and heading to his room. Sam attempted to stop him and placate him with an apology. Sam realized he went too far. If there was one thing not to do it was make inferences about Bucky's time under Hydra's control and the amount of life they had stolen away from him. Sam knew how to push his friends buttons and well too. But Bucky had enough of people for one day, especially Sam and his merciless teasing. Sam and Torres voices fizzing out to hushed background noise as the two bickered on how to best track down the mystery woman. The last words Bucky heard were "Hydra experiment."

When he arrived at his room he rid himself of his tact gear in exchange for a pair of loose basketball shorts. Finishing off the last of his whiskey he made his way to the gym. If it was one thing that wasn't going to happen anytime soon it was be the reprieve of sleep. He worked the punching meticulously. Muscles moving and shifting in perfect tandem with every blow. Deftness and precision as he landed every punch and kick. By the end the only signs of exertion in display were the splits of his now bloody knuckles.

Sighing, Bucky headed back to his room. Under the spray of the hot shower, questions and doubts continued to assault his precarious mind until the water ran cold with use. Pulling on a towel he made his way back into the bedroom. When he started therapy with Dr. Raynor he was given a prescription for medical marijuana after Banner had concluded that despite his unique genes, it would help to relax him. Reluctant he filled it in hopes to have any modicum of relief from the PTSD and nightmares that often consumed him. Ofcourse he had to smoke more than the average person but nothing was perfect.

Bucky went out onto the patio attached to his room. As a last ditch ever to calm down he laid in the grass and sparked up. He just watched the stars and tried to allow the stillness wash over him instead of letting it consume him. More relaxed than earlier Bucky made his way to bed. Discarding the towel he flopped down onto the mattress on his back. Quickly, for the first time in a long time, he fell asleep.

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#bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader

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magdaclaire · 2 years

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nobody will lose their head

jobela. i think i’m officially sapphicnatural insane now.

This is a running away together sort of story.

She was nineteen when they first met. Her hands shook on the steering wheel of her very own four door, the car she built herself when she could only find the burnt out shell of the one she knew was there in her head. Getting into cars was just about the only masculine hobby that she ever got into that her mama liked, though she doesn't really think it's the masculinity that ever bothered Mama; it'd always been the danger. Nobody ever wants to see their little girl with a gun in their hand. Not anybody that likes their little girl a whole bunch anyway, she reckons.

She didn't think that way at nineteen, though. At nineteen, she was madder than she had sense and had miles of road in front of her ready for that car to eat away at, ready to put them between her and Mama and go to find her Daddy out there in that great wide somewhere. Not. Not really find him. She knows that her Daddy's dead. She's not gone in the head, no matter how many times Ash and her Mama both asked her when she was packing up her shit and slamming all of it into Betty's backseat. Car's name is Betty. Like any girl with taste who grew up in the bar scene, she grew up with a bit of a thing for Betty Boop.

Who didn't?

But this isn't the running away story of her and Betty, so there's gotta be somebody else, doesn't there? Jo might be a bit of a car girl, but she's never been enough of a car girl for the car to be everything she needs. She's not Uncle Bobby.

Mama says she's not supposed to make that joke. That there's more history there than Joanna Beth could stand to shake a stick at. Jo told her she'll stop making jokes when somebody starts telling her stories. She's never told any joke like that in front of Uncle Bobby, though.

Anyway, she knows her Daddy's dead. She stood at his funeral pyre herself, unbraided pigtails moving in the wind that blew her father's smoke and ashes all over the valley, remembers it like it wasn't more than a few years ago. She's gonna find her Daddy in the great wide somewhere by holding onto all of the pieces of him that she can, lacing her fingers in the failures of her memory and finding something new to comfort her, becoming something new herself. She's gonna be a hunter. She is a hunter. She has her Daddy's knife and the weapon's cache of a hunter who died before he managed to clear his shit out of the Roadhouse and she's not afraid to use any of it, push comes to shove.

She's gonna do this.

She's not even running away with her Daddy's ghost. She and Betty and her Daddy's memory riding shotgun, and there's still the girl who changed the world.

Bela Talbot.

Jo had never put much stock in girls like Bela Talbot. Pretty girls with silver tongues always seemed to serve themselves in the first half of the movie, only to prove that their silver tongue only hid their heart of gold! And look, she's been a princess all along! There can't be anything real in that. The girl who only looks out for herself in the first act. The girl who only takes the first act to fall in love. The girl who drops her armor when someone shows they might be able to be trusted beneath it.

She'd never believed in that girl. Then came summer. Then came Bela.

"Come along, darling, don't you imagine there's an easier way to do that?" the woman in question says, breaking Jo's concentration. She's a minute and a half into trying to pick this lock, and if Bela keeps interrupting her, she's going to kick this girl's ass. She raises an eyebrow at Bela, keeping her gaze on the lock.

"If you think there's an easier way to get your job done, Bela, you're more than welcome to do it without me," she says, her spare lock pick making it hard to articulate as it hangs out of her mouth, but she thinks she gets her point across. She can only assume from Bela's high little chuckle. Giggle? Whatever girls do when they're probably making fun of her. Jo doesn't even really remember why they're friends.

"And leave you behind, dearest? You'd be arrested by now without me," Bela says, checking her nails and sitting down primly against the hall radiator as if she's in need of peak comfort while they try to break into a hotel room together. Jo bristles as the implication of her words.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," Jo says, not quite realizing how sharp and brittle her voice is going to come out until it does, cracking out of her like glass. She's already got her Mama's voice in the back of her head telling her she can't do it. She doesn't need Bela's too. Bela tugs at a lock of her hair near the crown of her head.

"Oh, dear, I know. This is a job I take purely of pleasure," she says, her voice warm, and Jo's face warms as well. What does that even mean? This goddamn British girl is gonna be the death of her. The lock clicks loose between her fingertips and she opens the door to let Bela in first, standing up and stepping out of the way with a bit of a flourish- that's something she's learning from Bela, maybe. Flourish. A little bit of spin. Bela oftentimes tells her that there's no point of doing any of this if she isn't having any fun. Jo doesn't really agree, but she doesn't think Bela is all the way wrong, either. Things have been working out like that a lot lately.

"Your highness," she says, holding onto the door handle with her gloved hand so that Bela doesn't have to touch the door. She'll get her gloves on in a sec, but Miss Talbot, ever the ingenue, always plays their good girl when they're breaking in somewhere like this, and she's dressed too well to have put on gloves any time before she started actually doing her job. God, when did she start to care about Bel's job? Bela cups the cut of her jaw for a moment as she passes her by.

"Thank you, dearest, I do so appreciate not having to break in myself," she says, and Jo's proud of how quickly she collects herself even enough to snort. As if Bela isn't always fucking like this. This girl is gonna be the death of her.

"As if you couldn't do it faster than I can. How many museums have you broken into? And I'm supposed to believe that my lag on a hotel room is giving you trouble?" She moves to start looking through their target's belongings- they're looking for a cursed object that Jo needs to stop from killing people and that Bela already has a buyer for- they're just not quite sure what it is. The effects have become a hit all over this little region of the Midwest (kills your appetite once you touch it, you'll drop weight like a motherfucker in a month, wither away to nothing as whatever it is takes everything you've got in you out of you, straight life force), but the user has been very private about what the object is, making sure that her clients have kept it quiet as well. It does nothing but make their jobs harder. Jo cheers in her head when she finds a jewelry box, barely hearing Bela when she speaks.

"Well, I need to make sure you'll have these skills after me, don't I, love? Can't rely on me too much," says the thief, and Jo pauses in her search of the jewelry box. It's almost always some sort of jewelry, isn't it? But she stops, frowning at Bela, her eyebrows coming together. When she musters herself to speak, whether she realizes it or not, it is directly into the jewelry box itself, her face stilled turned down.

"If you... If you wanna go, Bels, you can leave. This can be our last case. Whenever you want. I'm not here to hold you back, princess. I know you usually work faster than this. We're not-"

"We're not what, Jo?" Bela asks, and she's right behind Jo's shoulder, and she never uses Jo's name. Looking at Bela is always looking up, but right now it feels insurmountable, like she's a girl and the bars of a cage, like Jo is a girl and an animal caged. Jo breathes herself calm and flicks a smile onto her face, looking through the rings once again. She's glad she put her gloves on before they ever came in. She can't imagine this would be safe otherwise. She turns toward Bela, though she keeps her eyes on the box.

"We're not partners. Just. Working together for now. All of that. It's cool. You're not a hunter. You could go out there and- well, I can't imagine you not stealing, but you could go out there and steal shit that isn't gonna starve you to death from the inside out if you touch it wrong, sell the fucking Hope Diamond back to the owners and make them glad you returned it, you could get out. I'm just a hunter. You're a thief. Skills are transferable. All of that," she repeats, clenching her jaw and opening a compartment of the jewelry box to give it a cursory glance, though she doesn't think the object'll be in there. Jewelry box is probably a decoy at this point. She sure hopes it is, because Bela takes it out of her hands, setting it on the bed, and she takes Jo's face in her gloved hands.

"Jo, I sold my soul when I was fourteen years old," she says. Her voice is pointed, that direct tone that Bela takes when she wants Jo to be absolutely serious, as rare as that is. Of course, Jo fucks that up immediately.

"You've got to stop saying my name, it's going to start making me think you're saying something serious," she says, quirking a smile that almost makes the corner of her mouth hit Bela's thumb, but she's not thinking about that at all. She's incredibly normal about it actually. You can't imagine.

"Jo," Bela repeats her name, forces her back into the situation. Jo nods, just the once.

"I know, I know. You're... you're twenty-one now, right? You're two years older than me? That was true?" she asks, because she has to consider that Bela might have been a cover in herself, that Bela might not exist at all, and that Jo might not be standing with a girl she knows at all. Demon deals make people do crazy things all the time. She can't imagine having sold her soul at fourteen. Where was Bela's mama? Nobody must have been looking after this girl. Jo barely even notices it as her fingers curl around Bela's elbow, her eyes locked on Bela's face.

"Yes, dear, I've never lied to you. Only kept some things to myself. As needed if you will," Bela says, smile just a bit awkward in a way that Jo doesn't know that she's ever seen the other girl be before, and the need to poke at it comes unbidden. She'd typically leave Bela to stew in her own, let her come to her own conclusions, tell Jo if she must. Instead, she pokes.

"Selling your soul was need to know?" she asks, and Bela's nose scrunches.

"I imagine so, yes."

"And why did I need to know?" Jo asks before she can think better of it, and it's obviously a question that gives Bela pause, one she wasn't expecting. Like she wasn't expecting to have to explain herself, like she wasn't expecting Jo to want to know why she should know that, like she was expecting to just say something like that, and say nothing more.

"I don't want you to get attached. To me. With only three years left," Bela says, her careful, high and clear voice coming out so cracked open that she's still smiling and still wants to check if she's crying. She wants to cup Bela's face like Bela holds hers, she wants to grab Bela's hand, wants to hold her by the waist, wants and wants and wants so terribly that it sticks in her throat, cloying, but she smiles up at Bela anyway, tucks a lock of hair behind her own ear, dives in and says,

"And why can't we have the next three years, then?"

Being kissed by a girl is so different from being kissed by a boy that it seems terribly unfair that they're called the same thing. Bela kisses her and Jo barely keeps her knees beneath her, has to catch herself on the table behind her, which reminds her. They're still in the fucking hotel room. Fuck. As much as she doesn't want to, Jo pulls herself away from where Bela is still pressing in closer, giving the other girl a parting peck.

"Not the best setting, is it?" Bela says, rough voiced in a way that makes Jo want to kiss her again just to make it worse. As if able to sense the implication, Bela clears her throat, smoothing her hands down her shirt and then her pressed pants before turning back to the bedside table she had been rifling through. Jo grins.

"You're flustered, aren't you?" she teases, wanting to step up behind Bela and wrap herself around the other girl's back, but the British woman makes an admonishing noise, only a little pitchy.

"We have an object to find, I'd like you to recall," Bela reminds her, but she's red across the ears, so Jo doesn't feel the need to tease her anymore. Instead, she goes back to looking herself. There'll be time to tease Bela later.

It's a fucking broach, because of course it is.

But this is a running away together sort of story, and it's not about the broach. It's about Jo's hand on the steering wheel, Bela's hand on her thigh, and three years. Three years to find a solution to a problem no one has ever been able to solve. And so that's what she'll do.

#jo harvelle #bela talbot #jobela #one thing about me is that i will be using my southern roots to write about liking women in a way that YELLS #sapphicnatural #spn #mine #do i know what's going on here? no #but does that matter? absolutely not #also the title is a thelma and louise reference #i'm normal

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risenhargrove · 2 years

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[dacre montgomery, cis male, he/him] who’s that? oh it’s [billy hargrove]. i hear they’re [22] and are known as [the dirtbag] around [hawkins]. they’re known to be [charming & independent] and [competitive & unpredictable]. some people say they remind them of [the lingering smell of cigarette smoke long after the butt has been put out, bruises covering carved muscular abs, and a white lighter resting in a half empty marlboro pack]. they [do not] believe they died.

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 ━ william hargrove ☆ 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ━ billy ☆ 𝐀𝐠𝐞 ━ 22 ☆ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 ━ march 29th ☆ 𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 ━ aries ☆ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ━ cismale ☆ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 ━ he/him ☆ 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ━ honestly who knows ☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ━ charming & independent ☆ 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ━ competitive & unpredictable

𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

☆ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ━ dacre montgomery ☆ 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ━ 5′11 ☆ 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 ━ athletic ☆ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ━ dirty blond ☆ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ━ blue

— 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

TW: ABUSE

☆ Billy has been abused for as long as he can remember at the hands of his father. At first it started off small: yelling, spanking a little harder, even a shove every now and then. When it began, Billy thought it was his fault, that he had done something to bring it upon himself. It only seemed to happen after he did something. That was until one night when Neil came home from a particularly bad day of work. Billy hadn’t done anything wrong. He hadn’t even had the chance to greet his father when Neil pushed Billy’s mother out of the way, causing her to hit her head hard against the wall, and made a b line for Billy. It was the first time he hit him anywhere but the butt. Billy was eight. It only got worse from there and the older that Billy got, the more he internalized it, turning the pain into anger that he could direct at other people. ☆ Billy loves to surf, not that there’s really anywhere for him to do it in Indiana, or Hawkins especially. Surfing is connected to one of his core memories, one of the best and only memories that he has left of his mother when life was still good. That was before she left though, before things got dark. Surfing makes him feel like he’s flying, as if for that brief moment he’s riding the wave, he’s invincible and not even his father can touch him. It reminds him of his mother and always puts a smile to his lips when he’s coming out of the water. ☆ Billy has never actually been in a stable or loving relationship. Growing up, he didn’t have any role models for that sort of thing, only really being exposed to his parent’s relationship before his mother left and his father got remarried to Susan Mayfield. Not that he would ever admit it, but he’s scared to actually commit and open up to anyone romantically because he thinks that they’ll just end up leaving him too. So instead, he plays the field, only sticking around long enough to get what he wants before he’s gone again and pretending like the previous person never existed. ☆ The last memory that Billy has is walking out the front door of his house towards his 1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, ready to meet Karen Wheeler for private swimming lessons at the Motel 6 like they had agreed to that afternoon. Billy was usually indifferent towards the older women, watching as they gawked at him while he worked his lifeguarding shift at the Hawkins Community Pool, but Karen Wheeler had been different. Not only was she the hottest mom in all of Hawkins, I mean come on she was Nancy Wheeler’s mom, but there was something about her approach that was less direct and caught his attention. Private lessons were the least of his concerns that night, anticipating something else entirely to happen.

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backtohawkins · 2 years

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WELCOME BACK TO HAWKINS, BILLY HARGROVE (dacre montgomery fc)

good luck and have a bitchin summer!

[DACRE MONTGOMERY, CIS MALE, HE/HIM] who’s that? oh it’s [BILLY HARGROVE]. i hear they’re [22] and are known as [THE DIRTBAG] around [HAWKINS]. they’re known to be [CHARMING & INDEPENDENT] and [COMPETITIVE & UNPREDICTABLE]. some people say they remind them of [THE LINGERING SCENT OF CIGARETTE SMOKE LONG AFTER THE BUTT HAS BEEN PUT OUT, BRUISES COVERING CARVED MUSCULAR ABS, AND A WHITE LIGHTER RESTING IN A HALF EMPTY MARLBORO PACK]. they [DO NOT] believe they died. [vix, 24, she/her, none, est]

TW: ABUSE

Billy has been abused for as long as he can remember at the hands of his father. At first it started off small: yelling, spanking a little harder, even a shove every now and then. When it began, Billy thought it was his fault, that he had done something to bring it upon himself. It only seemed to happen after he did something. That was until one night when Neil came home from a particularly bad day of work. Billy hadn’t done anything wrong. He hadn’t even had the chance to greet his father when Neil pushed Billy’s mother out of the way, causing her to hit her head hard against the wall, and made a b line for Billy. It was the first time he hit him anywhere but the butt. Billy was eight. It only got worse from there and the older that Billy got, the more he internalized it, turning the pain into anger that he could direct at other people.

Billy loves to surf, not that there’s really anywhere for him to do it in Indiana, or Hawkins especially. Surfing is connected to one of his core memories, one of the best and only memories that he has left of his mother when life was still good. That was before she left though, before things got dark. Surfing makes him feel like he’s flying, as if for that brief moment he’s riding the wave, he’s invincible and not even his father can touch him. It reminds him of his mother and always puts a smile to his lips when he’s coming out of the water.

Billy has never actually been in a stable or loving relationship. Growing up, he didn’t have any role models for that sort of thing, only really being exposed to his parent’s relationship before his mother left and his father got remarried to Susan Mayfield. Not that he would ever admit it, but he’s scared to actually commit and open up to anyone romantically because he thinks that they’ll just end up leaving him too. So instead, he plays the field, only sticking around long enough to get what he wants before he’s gone again and pretending like the previous person never existed.

The last memory that Billy has is walking out the front door of his house towards his 1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28, ready to meet Karen Wheeler for private swimming lessons at the Motel 6 like they had agreed to that afternoon. Billy was usually indifferent towards the older women, watching as they gawked at him while he worked his lifeguarding shift at the Hawkins Community Pool, but Karen Wheeler had been different. Not only was she the hottest mom in all of Hawkins, I mean come on she was Nancy Wheeler’s mom, but there was something about her approach that was less direct and caught his attention. Private lessons were the least of his concerns that night, anticipating something else entirely to happen.

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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years

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Loyalty| Weasley Twins|1| Harry Potter

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Summary: Fred and George Weasley have always been there for Celeste Diggory in one way or another. From finding out that her real father was an escaped prisoner who killed Harry Potter's parents to her older brother's death in the Triwizard tournament to the second war that tore what was left of Celeste's life into tiny pieces.

Rated T-M

Book 3

*****

Introduction.

“Celeste! Can you come down here?” Amos Diggory called to where his children were working on the rest of their summer homework, and Celeste was behind due to a week-long trip she had with the Weasley Family in Egypt. Her mother’s idea said it would be good to focus on one child at a time. “Yes.” She called back from her room, there was a series of loud noises followed by an ow before she appeared at the top of the stairs, ink smeared on her cheek and her dark hair in a ponytail that was falling out of its holder.

“Yes?” She questioned again.

Amos flattered, he didn’t want to tell her that they had a visit from the Ministry of Magic right before she returned and he didn’t want to tell her that she wasn’t really a Diggory, that she was a Black. And her real father had escaped from the wizarding prison. “What’s wrong Dad?” She prodded as she started down the stairs and her older brother Cedric exited his own room and looked at his sister, “What did you do now Cece?” “Nothing.” She returned quickly, “I haven’t been home long enough to cause any trouble and the twins are still in Egypt.”

Cedric raised his eyebrow at her, trouble making seemed to be in her DNA, and she never intentionally set out to cause trouble it just kind of happened. She was like Harry Potter, it just flocked to them both. “Really Ced, what do you think I am, a Weasley?”

Her tone was teasing and there was a glint in her eye that was always associated with her doing something that she shouldn’t and in detention.

“Come down both you please.” Anna Diggory said from behind her husband, “This is really important and it can’t wait.”

All the color drained out of Celeste’s face as she came down the rest of stairs, her brother steps behind her, his own worry clear on his face.

“I am not your real father.” Amos said quickly, figuring it would be best to get it all out there at once and he instantly regretted it when he saw the stricken look on the younger Diggory’s face. “Are you joking?” Celeste asked as she sat up straight tipping her cat off of her lap along with the knitted blanket she had covering her knees. “What do you mean you aren’t my father?” Cedric was silent as he reached over and grabbed a hold of her hand squeezing it, he was just as surprised as she was at this. “Does that mean Mum isn’t my mum?”

“No darling,’ Anna started, “your father had a sister Aurora, who was killed in the first wizarding war.”

“So my real mum is this Aurora person?” “Yes. She was together with Sirius Black for many years.” Amos answered, pushing up his glasses, his eyes on her.

‘The bloke that has been in Azkaban for 12 years?” She had vaguely heard of him once at the Weasley house but that was about it. “He has escaped from Azkaban.” Anna answered, causing Celeste to stand up and shove her fingers through her now loose hair, “So is he my dad?”

Amos and Anna were both quiet and Celeste fought back a sob that rose up, “Why did you wait 15 years to tell me? Were you ever going to tell me?”

“We were when you turned 17, but there has been a change.”

“That he bloody escaped?” Her voice came out more shrill and hurt and Cedric rose from the couch and went over to her side and put his arm around her shoulders trying to offer her some sort of comfort, comfort that they both desperately needed. He was hurt on a different level than she was, he had been led to believe that she was his sister from the start and finding out the truth hurt. He wondered if this was going to change their relationship, there was already a rift between them at school, he was in Hufflepuff and she was in Gryffindor. She was a troublemaker, and he was perfect.

They couldn’t have been more different.

“That and we don’t know if he is going to go after you or after Harry.” “Potter?” The two asked at the same time. Celeste was more familiar with him then Cedric due to her being in the same house with him and being friends with the twins who were Harry’s best friend Ron’s older brothers.

“Yes, he is Sirius’s god son, and you are his daughter.” “Then why come after me?” She asked, her voice still shrill and hurt, “Harry is the one that he wants.”

“See Cece, he doesn’t know about you. When you were both he and your mother were on the outs for good, we were in the middle of the war and she didn’t feel right telling you about him. The only people that knew were us and the Potters.”

“That’s bloody ridiculous.” Celeste started, “A father should who is his child is, whether or not he is a damn murder. Aurora was trying to take the easy way out.” She saw a sting of hurt flash in Amos and Anna’s eyes, their pain still clear over the loss of Aurora 13 years prior. But she didn’t care, she was hurting too. She wanted an answer but all she was getting was more questions.

“Excuse me.” She muttered before going back up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.

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Once in her room and knowing her uncle and aunt wouldn’t come up after her, she sat down at the desk and penned a letter to the twins, though she was dating Fred, she was close to George too, he was her best friend. And they would be serious about the news for a few minutes and then would crack jokes. And that’s what she needed.

She was half way through the letter when there was a knock on the door and Anna stood in the doorway, a faded leather book in her hands, “I know you are upset Celeste but it was Aurora’s last wish that we kept you safe from him.” Celeste turned in her seat and looked at her, “Still doesn’t change that it hurts.” “I know and I am sorry love.’ She took steps into the room and extended the book towards her. “What’s this?” She hesitated about taking it.

“It's a diary that your mother kept, there are pictures and stories about her. And about your dad.”

“He isn’t my father.” the words came out more firmly than she meant too.

“I know, just read it and make your own decisions about it. Amos isn’t a fan of Sirius because of how much he hurt Aurora. I am sure Cedric would be the same if Fred ever hurt you.” That got a sad laugh out of her, “I think George would beat him to it.” Anna laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead, “I will finish your letter. I am sure the boys are waiting for you to write them.” “Thank you mum.’ Anna smiled and left the room leaving Celeste alone once again. She paused before opening the book to the middle of it, unsteady, “Here we go.”

#ash writes #harry potter imagines #harry potter fan fiction #fred weasley fan fiction #fred weasley imagines #oc: celeste black #series: loyalty

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THE GUIDE AND THE LIGHT: SEASON ONE, EPISODE TWO

The Guide and The Light are a series of comedic, romantic and soft short stories detailing the representation Muslims want but are never allowed to have. We all deserve to see ourselves fall in love and keep that love. We all deserve to have our beliefs respected and celebrated, instead of treated like a joke or insulted.

It’s about giving my community what they want and turning conversations that shouldn’t have happened in public into something we can all smile at. I hope you enjoy. (I'm also now hoping for monthly updates, or there about, but because this is designed to be fun, that may change. Please be patient.) Also, Eid Mubarak to everyone celebrating, and to everyone whose not, have a gift from me regardless!

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EPISODE TWO: THE MORNING (AND SEVERAL DAYS) AFTER

Yahya woke up first. For a moment, he couldn’t understand why he was so warm, nor why he could definitely feel someone else’s presence.

And then the events of the previous day came rushing back to him and he couldn’t help the way his face split into a grin. He was married. He was Noor’s husband. It was a nice title. He hoped that he would get to keep it for a long time. The old anxiety of not knowing what he was supposed to do, or how to be a good husband, started rising to the surface, but he shoved it down as best he could. Noor had committed to him knowing exactly what he was like, and that was good enough. They would learn how to do things together.

Noor was still asleep, mouth slightly open and hair splayed across the pillow. He brushed some of it out of her eyes, even if it didn’t matter, and kissed her forehead. Because he could. And wasn’t that wonderful? She shifted slightly at the sudden movement occurring, but didn’t react beyond that. Yahya froze in place, not wanting to wake her. He did push the duvet slightly off his body, otherwise he was certain he would overheat. It was nice though, to be so warm.

It was only when the urge to use the bathroom was too strong to avoid that he shimmied out of bed, reminded of when he was a child staying with his grandparents and sharing a bed with one or both of his parents.

When he exited, Noor was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

“Don’t do that, they’ll start stinging,” he told her automatically.

She dropped her hands. “Oh yeah. I forgot. Salam by the way.”

“Oh right, yes. Salam. How did you sleep?”

“Surprisingly well. You?”

“It was nice,” he confessed.

Noor smiled, and Yahya saw another reason to live. “I’m glad.”

“You look really pretty by the way.”

She snorted. “Yahya, it’s very sweet of you to try and compliment me, but I really don’t.” To Noor, it wasn’t a self-deprecating statement. It was just a fact. She couldn’t always look nice and put together. It would be impossible to do that, but it didn’t mean she didn’t deserve the same love as when she did.

“But you do. I mean- there’s more than one way to be something. And you just look so soft right now. Nothing but pretty is an accurate description.”

Noor’s eyes were as bright as her name. “That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever been told. You look really cute by the way. With your hair.”

Yahya immediately went to flatten it, his cheeks heating up. “Shut up.”

“Oh no. Not happening. I’m your wife now. I’m going to compliment you till you believe me.”

And that was the crux of the matter. Noor would take the compliments because she really did believe them to be true. Yahya couldn’t.

“Okay, fine. This isn’t me accepting it. It’s me trying to move the conversation along. What do you want to do today?”

Noor’s hand went to rub her eyes, but at the last time, she rubbed her arm. “I don’t know. What are you in the mood for?”

Yahya shrugged. “I don’t really know yet.”

“Do you want to go out? I know you prefer keeping to yourself and yesterday was very socially draining. So if you want to spend today just sitting inside and playing on your laptop until it’s time to check out, that’s fine. I think I’d like existing in silence with you.”

Noor’s ability to understand people was something that always stunned Yahya. It also took some of the pressure off him. Sometimes he couldn’t find the words he needed to explain what he was feeling, but with Noor, it didn’t seem like he needed to.

“We can go out. But something simple please?”

“There’s a really pretty park near the hotel. Maybe we can get some snacks, have a mini picnic and then come back? Yesterday was draining, and we need to be checked out by half-four because your dad is going to drop us back at yours, remember?”

In all honesty, Yahya had forgotten he had a life outside of the wedding. But Noor was right. On Monday, she would be back in the office, and he would be spending the entire day trying to remind his students that he was there to teach them about reactions and mols, not gossip about his new status as a married man.

“That sounds perfect,” he said.

Noor gave him a soft smile. He wanted to see all of them. “Great. Can I shower first? I feel sticky.”

He nodded. She kissed him on the cheek as she walked past, hesitant and doubting, but he matched her grin. He felt oddly proud when she ducked her head to hide the fact that she was flustered.

Whilst Noor was showering, Yahya made the bed and packed whatever he could up. When she exited, dressed in a blue dress and moisturiser not fully rubbed in, he went in himself.

Noor was texting when he came out.

“How are the baby gorillas?” He asked.

She looked up. “Wow. Okay. Warn me next time you’re going to look so handsome.”

He laughed. “Stop being so cheesy!”

“I can’t! I’m just saying what comes to mind- hang on, how did you know I was texting that specific group chat?”

“Because nobody else makes you smile like that.”

“You do,” she said, staring up at him from where she was sitting. It made Yahya want to protect her even more than he already did. Not because he didn’t think she couldn’t, but to him, love was making someone happy. It was keeping the worst of the world hidden. It was holding their hand so the weight of their burdens didn’t completely drag them down.

“And I’ll forever be grateful you gave me the chance to,” he whispered.

She stood up, pressing her mouth against his. It was chaste, and it was innocent, and it was slightly awkward because he still didn’t know what he was meant to do with his hands, but it was comforting.

“Shall we go?” She asked once she pulled away.

He nodded. “Got everything?”

As expected, Noor picked up her little backpack. “Yep.”

“Oh, just wait a second,” Yahya told her.

Noor didn’t move.

He tucked a loose strand of hair into her headscarf, then repositioned it so it framed her face better. “There. Now I can see you in all your grace.”

Noor pushed his hair off his head, even though it would fall back into its original place as soon as she let go. “Same.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I know.”

He took her hand, and together they walked to the park, armed with enough snacks that Yahya was convinced they wouldn’t need lunch either. And because they had both woken up later than expected, he ended up being right.

“I don’t understand why you needed to take so many photos of me as well,” he whined once they were back in the hotel room. Their picnic in the park had been nice. They’d sat on the grass, pointing out the clouds and munching away. At some point, he’d started taking pictures of Noor, but once she caught him, it was game over and he found himself on the other side of the camera. It had been different, but he’d found he liked the way Noor would encourage him and help him look less awkward.

He was absolutely going to take her phone and change her lock screen at the earliest opportunity though.

“For the memories! And because I want to make a scrapbook of things that the two of us do together,” she said.

He looked up in surprise. “Really?”

“Of course.”

It made his heart flutter. He was important enough for a scrapbook. “Okay.”

She laughed, and he was once more convinced she could read his mind.

The car ride back to his flat was quiet. He was desperately trying to remember how he had left his bedroom, and whether he had definitely cleaned up the mess he made in the bathroom whilst he was searching for a new shower gel, but then he realised it didn’t matter anymore. Noor was going to see his flat in all kinds of states until they found a new place together. A touch of mess had never bothered her, and it wouldn’t start.

The way she could go from so flirtatious, for lack of a better word, in private, to appropriate in front of his parents, astounded him. He was exactly the same, but it was always funny to see other people do it. They really did all live the same life.

“I left your key in there. I completely forgot to pack it. I’m sorry,” he said, as Noor leant against the wall.

“That’s okay. I’m actually quite excited about this.”

He finally managed to twist the key at the right angle, and the door opened. He walked in quickly, trying to hide any last minute things that were making a mess.

“I like your place. It’s a nice representation of you.”

Yahya smiled. “I’m glad. So, what do you want to do?”

Noor shrugged. “Do you want to start a show as a couple?”

“Sure. Wait. I need to make my lunch first.”

“Ah, I forgot. You don’t get it on your school.”

“No, I don’t. We can’t all be private sector workers.”

“Shut up. If you’re making your lunch, I’m going to get into pyjamas.”

Yahya nodded. Noor hovered in the doorway, as though she wasn’t quite sure where she was supposed to stand, dressed in an old t-shirt and bottoms with a sea themed print. She’d never looked cuter.

But something wasn’t right.

He screamed and covered his eyes. “Noor!”

“What? Is there a spider. Oh my god why didn’t you tell me you were scared of spiders? I gave my spider catcher to my parents. Wait. You’re covering your eyes. Is it that bad?”

“There’s no spider!”

“Then why are you- oh Yahya. We’re married.”

He felt his cheeks flush and dropped his hand. “Right. Yes. We are. I saw you this morning. I’m really sorry about that.”

And he did genuinely feel like an idiot. What kind of man forgot he could see his wife without her headscarf? Well, him apparently.

“It’s okay. Honestly, you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever met. Not that you’re a thing. I just- yeah.”

This time, he got to laugh at her. “Guess we’re both kinda stupid sometimes?”

“Sometimes? Yahya, I’m an idiot. Like genuinely, the lack of common sense I manage to display is astounding. Especially because I have a fully formed frontal lobe and everything. But anyways. Did you need any help?”

“I think I’ll be okay. I’m almost done. I just need to pack some grapes.”

Noor nodded, coming in and leaning against the fridge.

“Right, I’m done. Is there anything specific you wanted to watch?”

“Not really, let’s just look for something that seems decent?”

He nodded. But as was always the case, by the time they had finally settled on something, they had to go to bed. The previous night, they’d been so tired that they had just gotten into the bed and fallen asleep without a second thought.

This time would be different.

“Are you- so are you a cuddler?” Yahya asked, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.

Noor tilted her head up. Yahya liked that she needed to do that. “I don’t know Yahya. I haven’t exactly been in this situation before.”

It eased the tension. And when Noor automatically went for the left side of the bed, because Yahya had moved his entire room around so he could push the bed away from the wall and place it in the middle of the room, he felt like the pieces of the puzzle had just fallen into place.

And as it turned out, Yahya was the one who subconsciously initiated the cuddles, but Noor liked them enough to not tease him.

The week between the wedding and the walima was a work one. Yahya had missed the kids, but being bombarded with questions almost made him wish it was May half-term once again. Noor had a much more peaceful time, with her colleagues simply giving their congratulations and asking if she had any photos, or if they would be waiting for the professional ones to come in.

Each day, Noor would get back ten minutes after Yahya. He would immediately open his arms so she could lie on top of him. She liked hearing his heartbeat. In the same vein, he liked pressing his fingers to her pulse point. It was always steady, and he would find himself breathing to match it. After she felt like she’d recovered- because as much as she was an extrovert, the socialising at work was different, she would climb off him and go make up the prayers she had missed.

Then they would make dinner together, eating wherever they wanted. Yahya would actually take his Vitamin D tablets, because Noor would take one bite of her food and then take both her iron and vitamin supplements so the rest of the meal was not ruined. After they put the leftovers away, and loaded up the dishwasher, Yahya would pack up his lunch. And then they would watch one episode, get ready for bed, and fall asleep with Noor safely in Yahya’s arms.

It was nice. On Wednesday, Noor thought they deserved a little treat for making it to the mid-way point of the week. She loved getting little treats, whether it was a coffee in the morning or a bar of chocolate at lunch. Yahya liked the idea of little treats, so he had started doing the same. Noor’s point had always been that money would not follow them to the grave- which was definitely something she’d picked up from her parents- so he didn’t feel any guilt about getting them. The only issue was that she brought lemon muffins. Yahya hadn’t even been able to try and hide his intense dislike for lemon.

She’d gone quiet.

“I shouldn’t have reacted so harshly,” he whispered once they were under the duvet. Some conversations were easier to have in the dark.

Noor shook her head. “It’s my fault, I should have known better.”

“You can’t be expected to know everything about me. My dessert dislikes have never come up before, it’s not like you did it to be malicious. The moment you realised it was something I wouldn’t want, you let that be the end of it. It’s fine. You’re still a good person.”

Even in the dark, he could tell she was smiling. She shifted back so they could be as close as they had since Sunday. “You always know what to say.”

“You’re teaching me to say whatever feels right.”

There was a brief pause.

“You’re not a bad person just because you showed your emotions.”

It could hardly be considered an emotional display, but Yahya was so used to saying yes to keep the peace that it had been a difficult boundary to set. Noor’s understanding and respect had made it easy.

He didn’t know what to respond with, but that was the beauty of it all. He didn’t always need to speak. Noor would know what he was trying to get at but didn’t have the words for. But he wanted to let her know, in whatever way he could. So he placed his hand on her hip, having finally realised it wasn’t a lie that some people were made to fit together, shifted her so he could hold her.

And then he pushed himself up the bed so he could kiss her forehead. He felt her laugh, and it was the best sleep he’d had since the wedding.

The walima took place on Saturday. It was a lot calmer. Noor got ready in his flat, dragging a chair from the dining table into the bedroom so she could do her make-up with the better mirror, but without sitting on the floor. When Yahya asked why she didn’t just get dressed after doing her make-up, he got the most confused look. He then realised there was no way she would change her routine on such an important day, and he sheepishly left the room to make sure his shoes were shining.

It was less formal, and more of a grand dinner party than anything else, so he didn’t feel so anxious. But even when he started to worry that he looked stupid, or that everyone could tell he wasn’t as confident as he was pretending to be, Noor just gripped his hand tighter, and that pressure would ground him in the moment.

“Remind me when the honeymoon is,” Khadija asked.

Noor barely avoided rolling her eyes, but only because everyone was smiling and she didn’t want the photographer to unknowingly capture the moment.

“The first week of July. And before you ask, it’s because there’s a bank holiday, it’s the summer holidays and my annual leave would have rolled over so I’ll still have a decent amount of time left over.”

“Are you looking forward to it?” One of Yahya’s parents friends asked. Yahya didn’t really like them that much, but they had been cut from the wedding list they had to be invited.

And because Noor could never let stupid questions be, she put on her most innocent smile. “We can’t wait.”

Yahya coughed into his drink to cover up his laugh, but he clearly hadn’t done a good job. And Noor hadn’t looked very innocent.

She grinned at him, and he grinned back.

He couldn’t wait for the honeymoon either, if only because he would get to see that smile with no interruptions.

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