#in my bio mom’s defense she asked if someone was going to be home to get a package

[yusuke-of-valla]

And now for this week’s edition of “someone in this family is being fucking weird and idk if it’s me”

#casa di alto #long story short my bio mom has a friend deliver a birthday cake for me but didn’t say she was doing that and my step mom thought she was #going to be murdered #in my bio mom’s defense she asked if someone was going to be home to get a package #and I just assumed it was going to be like a fed ex delivery #not a whole ass person

[15minlatewithbatbucks]

untitled janet/talia, Bruce's bio kid Tim AU -> no choice but to love you pt. 5

Janet didn’t know what looked worse for her: bringing a boy that looked extremely familiar to see Bruce Wayne or the bag she had thrown over her shoulder that was clearly a mommy tote bag. It was packed with water and snacks and all the color books Tim could reasonably fit in it (seven, with one of them being a jumbo edition that boasted over 100 pages of activities).

In her defense, Tim tended to warm up best when talking to strangers if he was given something to do with his hands. He’d bonded with many of his early education tutors over a mean session of coloring. He could clearly write his alphabet and the names of everyone in his family when asked. If he didn’t have to look away from his coloring, he could ever recite the addresses of both their town home and Jack’s office as well as Janet and Jack’s phone numbers.

It got easier to get him to talk, but until Tim felt comfortable Bruce was just going to have to deal with it. She already had plans of setting Tim up over on the sofa near Bruce’s little in house coffee bar. He’d be close, but the adults could still speak.

The truth was coming out and they had to get their stories straight.

The man behind the front desk was the same today and his eyes lingered on Tim for what felt like an eternity as Janet approached. Before his attention could become too noticeable, he smiled at them both, just as warm as the day before. Gratefully, Janet greeted Ron by name and he took pleasure in making a little event out of making Tim his own visitor’s pass.

The little boy’s smile was blinding as he helped arrange the sticker just so on his little plaid button up.

“What do we say, Tim?” Janet reminded, smiling as he ran his fingers over the front of his shirt and the sticker in lines.

“Thank you, sir,” he supplied, not looking up, but flashing a gap toothed smile. He scrubbed his fingers over the rougher texture of the cloth and smoothed them with the smooth glide over the sticker with apparent delight.

“No problem, little buddy,” Ron assured him. “That’s a polite boy you have there. Did you need the whole spiel again, Mrs. Drake?”

“No, I think I can remember,” she said, smile dimming. It was almost pathological the way she wanted to break down and ask what he thought about a strange woman arranging a sudden appointment with Bruce Wayne only to show up with a child the next day. She was desperate to know what people were thinking, how they were judging her.

Her life was going to be a terrible cliché from here on out.

Janet wished him well and Tim waved as she took him by his free hand and led him to the elevators.

“Mommy? Um, Mom, I mean,” Tim said in stops and starts, peering up at her. He’d unfortunately taken it to heart when Jack told him that big boys didn’t call their parents Mommy or Daddy. “This isn’t Da-. Um. This isn’t the office.”

Janet hitched her tote bag higher on her shoulder and wished again that frantic web searches at 3am were more helpful. Tim wasn’t deaf; he’d definitely heard Jack yelling that Tim wasn’t his son and had obviously readily internalized the information.

It didn’t help that Jack had staunchly refused to even look at Tim since.

“Remember what I said in the car, baby? About Mr. Wayne?” she prompted and Tim’s little face scrunched up in thought. It may have been all of fifteen minutes ago, but if Tim had been distracted by anything while she was talking, the conversation was as good as lost to the sands of time.

“He works here?” he guessed, still a little mystified as Janet herded him into the elevator. It was thankfully empty.

“Yes he does. His office is all the way at the top,” she explained. “And he’s your dad. Remember?”

“There was an oopsie where babies come from,” Tim remembered. “And instead of- And my dad is actual someone else.”

“Pretty big oopsie,” Janet agreed. “I’m sorry, Timmy. It’s not fair.”

“It’s okay,” he patted their joined hands. “I’m sorry Daddy, um. I’m sorry J-Jack is mad.”

Janet wanted to scoop him up and assure him that none of this was his fault, but the elevator was already sliding open on their destination. Stepping off, Janet was startled to see Emma already looking their way eagerly. She seemed, if possible, in higher spirits than yesterday. She wondered what Bruce told her.

#tim drake #bruce wayne #janet drake #my writing tag #fic: no choice but to love you

[jasntodds]

The Moment I Knew [t.h.]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: @softholand​ - number 9 from the dialogue prompts with tom holland, please? ♡

Prompt: "Do you need a place to stay tonight?”

Summary: Tom might be your friend but he hates your boyfriend and at your birthday party, it all becomes clear why

Warnings: Angst, douchebag boyfriend, swearing, fluff

Words: 4,131

A/n: I promise I’m doing the requests, just very slowly lol And like with the release of Red TV, I was very inspired so here we are. Lemme know what you guys think!! Masterlist in bio!!

Your birthday is the one day a year where it’s really about you. The one day a year where, for once, you get to not worry about anyone else. Everyone is there to celebrate with you and it’s always been fun. As a kid, your parents always threw you a party and it wasn’t really anything crazy, but it was always nice getting to have all of your friends over at the same time to play games and open presents, have your favorite cake. Relatives you didn’t see all the time would come and it was always just fun. As an adult, things change and birthdays seem to become less important, but you always made sure to at least have your closest friends and family over for dinner and dessert to celebrate. And you always did the same for them for their birthdays. So, this year was to be no different.

“Happy birthday!” Tom cheers as you open your door, a small gift bag in his hand.

“I told you no presents.” You roll your eyes with a small smile and welcome him into your home.

He shrugs, cheesy grin plastered across his face. “Couldn’t help myself.” He hands over the little bag.

“Thank you.” You say, the smile unable to leave your face. “What’re you doing here anyway? Dinner isn’t for like another hour?”

“Figured I’d help.” Tom offers, kicking off his shoes.

“Think we got it covered.” You let out a soft laugh. “My mom’s in the kitchen.”

“Perfect. I can help.” Tom gives you a toothy smile before heading towards your kitchen, you following right behind.

You've been friends with Tom for years. He's been with you through thick and thin, becoming one of your favorite people and one of the people you can rely on the most. You don't even have to ask for anything, he just seems to know if you need something or someone to just talk to and he's just there. He pays attention probably more than anyone and you appreciate it. Everyone needs someone they can rely on and that's Tom. Mr. reliable.

"Hey, Tom." Your mom chimes as she sees Tom enter the kitchen where she's just started preparing the food.

"Hey." He chimes back with a smile. "Care for some help?"

"It's okay, you just take a seat." Your mom answers with a soft smile.

Tom might be reliable but he isn't the most helpful person in the kitchen. He isn't a bad cook but he kind of likes things to go his way a bit in the kitchen and does them without even thinking. So, unless you want Tom to take his own spin on your favorite dish, it's best to just not have him help.

"Are you sure?" Tom offers, puppy dog eyes and all.

"She's sure." You put your hands on his shoulders. "We'll just get the table ready so we don't have to do it later." You walk over to the counter where the plates and silver wear lay, picking some stuff up, Tom following your lead.

"So....where's the boyfriend?" Tom asks as the two of you get to setting the table.

"He'll be here." You get defensive immediately.

Tom puts out a hand in defense. "Was just wondering, he lives here."

You shrug. "He had something to do first. But he'll be here by dinner." Your voice still contains annoyance.

Tom has never been very fond of your boyfriend since the first time you brought him around for drinks to meet everyone. At first, it was some vibe or something but now, to you, it's like Tom finds any reason he can to not like him. Whether it's because your boyfriend forgot to ask if you wanted food when he stopped on his way home, or he missed a dinner, or missed a date, or was late to a party, or forgot to put in the laundry while you were at work and he was off. If you complain to Tom about it, Tom uses it as a reason to hate him, something that drives you nuts.

"I'm sure he will." Tom says, not even believing himself but not wanting to cause a fight.

"Good." You mutter as another knock on your door sounds.

When you open the door, you're greeted by two of your friends who you welcome in. And just like that, your party had begun. More of your friends arrived and soon, your home was filled with laughter and happy smiles, everyone there to celebrate your birthday. But, dinner was getting closer, your mom had called out about fifteen minutes left and you had already checked the window that looks out to your driveway a dozen times and your boyfriend still isn't here. And you've texted him a few times, only to get short responses that he'd be there soon, still busy, whatever it is that he's doing is taking longer than he expected. It didn't really matter because dinner was almost done and he was nowhere to be seen. He said he'd be here.

And then dinner was ready. Everyone came around the table and you put up this fake smile, trying to enjoy the people that did show up for dinner, a lingering sense of hope in the pit of your stomach that he would still make it for dessert. But, the more time that went by, the more the hope diminished and your friends picked up on your lack of enthusiasm. Tom, in particular.

He watched you go from excited and happy when he first arrived, to barely able to hold a conversation, constantly checking your phone, looking at the window. His distaste towards your boyfriend holds true, but he had hoped he'd show up, if for no other reason than the fact you live together. Surely, the least he could do was come home, right? But Tom is watching you try to tell a funny story of something that happened at work last week, only for the story to fall flat the longer you talk. It's a bit heartbreaking to watch and he catches glimpses of your other friends, everyone collectively thinking the same thing. You're hurt and that's the last thing anyone should be on their birthday.

"I'll be right back." You excuse yourself from your guests once dinner is done and plates have been cleared, everyone nodding in response.

Once you were out of earshot, one of your friends pipes up. "Where the fuck is he?"

"Y/n said he said something to do." Your mom states.

"Whatever the hell that means." Tom rolls his eyes. "He's not comin'."

"We could find him and egg his car." One of your other friends offers, gaining a chuckle from everyone besides your mom.

"Don't vandalize." Your mom scolds, trying to hold back a grin.

"You don't like him, do you, Mrs. y/l/n?" Your friend asks.

"I did." She defends herself. "But not lately."

"Y/n deserves better. He's just a prick." Tom groans. "Who doesn't show up for their significant other, all the time, but on their birthday?"

"A douchebag." One of your other friends says.

A light chuckle leaves Tom's lips as he shakes his head because your friend is right and he's just glad he's not the only one who thinks it. Of course, he's known this given he is friends with your friends and they've all had their fair share of conversations about your boyfriend always being late and ditching you. However, Tom can't sit here and just talk shit when you've been gone for almost twenty minutes now. As your friend, he decides to check on you.

You're sat on your bed, looking at your phone screen, watching the bubbles appear and then disappear while you wait for a response. It's been, what seems like, half an hour of just watching the bubbles with no response. And at this point, it doesn't feel like you're actually going to get one.

"Hey." Tom stands in your doorway, clearing his throat. "What're you doin'?"

"Nothing." You shake your head, forcing a smile to your face as you lock your phone.

"He's not comin', is he?" He asks, a look of sadness coming across his face.

Despite how much he can't stand your boyfriend, he sometimes makes you happy and you want him here. And he should be here. It's your birthday.

"Oh, yeah." You say, keeping your voice chipper. "He's just running late."

Tom nods slowly, having seen this play over and over and over again. It's like the worst song in history just constantly being played on the radio. Your boyfriend is always late, if he shows at all and this is just another example.

"What?" You ask, standing up from your bed, ready to go back to your party to put on a good face.

"He's always late." Tom mutters.

"He's busy." You defend, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We're all busy but we still show up on time....most of the time at least."

"Well, you're just different."

Tom scoffs and rolls his eyes. "That's a way of puttin' it."

You glare at him, walking towards the door and moving past him. "You don't like him, I get it but you're wrong about him." You let out a sigh, not wanting to argue with your friend on your birthday. "He'll be here. He said so."

"Whatever, y/n." Tom shakes his head, gesturing a hand towards the hallway. "Just go back to the party then, ya know, with the people who actually came."

You look over your shoulder to glare at Tom but only for a second before continuing your way to the party. Sometimes, you just wish he'd understand. You can't help who you like and who you don't like. You've never faulted him for disliking your boyfriend. You've tried to get Tom to like him by trying to get them to be around each other and such but you've never held it against him. Your boyfriend isn't a huge fan of Tom either. But, for once, you'd just like for Tom to put his dislike away and just try to understand. Try to understand why it means so much to you, try to understand that you've built this life, in this home, with your boyfriend. Him not being here is hurtful. Absolutely painful. And you just don't want to be talked to about it.

"There you are!" Your mom says. "How about some cake?" She offers with a kind but sad smile.

"That sounds great." You put up the fake smile again, nodding softly and taking your seat back at the table, Tom right behind you.

Your mom brings out the cake, candles lit and all. It's your favorite flavor and favorite colors and it looks really nice. Everyone is gathered around, smiling for you and one by one, they chime in to sing happy birthday. And for just those few seconds of singing and you blowing out the candles, you feel a little better. Everyone was there for you, to celebrate for you, and you're upset over the one person who didn't show. You can't help it but in just that time, it did help and for the rest of your party, your smile wasn't as fake as it was and you were able to hold more conversations. It was easier not to glance at the window or your phone, easier, not easy. But you did it.

And then the night ended. Everyone said their goodbyes, besides Tom who insisted he would stay to help you clean. Which also meant you insisted your parents not help since you had Tom and they did eventually agree. Them leaving after a few 'I love you's'. And that leaves just you and Tom, cleaning up plates and washing dishes.

"Uh, how ya doin'?" Tom asks, clearing one of the plates.

A rush of sadness overcomes you. "He said he would be here." You chew your lip, getting the dishwater started.

"Did he ever text you back?" Tom puts the dish in the sink, moving to the side to dry the dishes after you wash them.

You shake your head. "No." You let out a sigh. "You were right, are you happy?"

"Do ya think that little of me?" Tom scoffs, brows furrowed. "Hate the guy, don't want you to get hurt though."

"You told me so." You say, almost in a mocking tone, trying to hold back tears.

"Rather be wrong than right if it meant you didn't get hurt." Tom states, keeping his voice level, seeing the tears build up in your eyes. "He's not worth it."

"What?" You croak, handing him a dish.

"He's not worth it. Never shows up or he's late, he's just worth it."

"I like him." You mumble, a tear falling.

"I know." Tom acknowledges, the everlasting sting piercing his heart with your words. "Think that's always enough, though?"

You shake your head. "No. Um..." You pause with a sniffle. "I think, uh, I don't know. We've been together awhile and I don't want to throw it away but...he couldn't even show up for my birthday...." Your voice goes quiet at the end of your sentence, as if realizing there's nothing for you out of this relationship. You give and give and give but all your boyfriend ever does is just take. He couldn't give you five minutes tonight. Not even a text back.

As Tom tries to figure out what to say, the both of you hear the door open and footsteps coming towards the kitchen after a few seconds. There stands your boyfriend. Late as ever and seeming to be completely unbothered as he moves to the fridge in search of leftovers.

"Hey." You say.

"Hey, what's for dinner?"

Tom is sure his blood pressure spiked with the question. It is your birthday. It's not up to you to determine what's for dinner for him. Had he been here like he promised you he would be, he would have known and would have eaten. He should know anyway. It's your favorite food.

"It's my birthday." You keep your voice quiet, afraid it'll crack if you raise it.

"I told you happy birthday earlier." He shrugs his shoulders, grabbing one of the containers from the fridge.

In any relationship, there's always a moment when someone just knows. Whether it be that they're in love, that the relationship isn't going anywhere, the other person isn't for you, whatever it may be. There is always a moment and this is yours. This is the moment you knew your boyfriend is never going to care for you in the way you do him and he's never going to be there for you in the way you need him to be, in the way Tom is and your other friends. It was the little things piling up over and over and over and while you hated Tom for pointing them out, you understand because had you listened to him, maybe you wouldn't be ready to scream and maybe you wouldn't be the one getting so hurt right now.

"Are you serious?" You say, disbelief across your face. "It's my birthday and you didn't even show up!"

"I had something to do." He shrugs you off, ignoring the hurt tone of your voice.

"More important than being here?"

"Kinda."

"Bullshit!" You yell. "What were you doing then?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "I don't have to tell you. What's the big deal? You have a birthday every year."

"It matters to me!"

"It's just this one time."

"No, it's not! You always do this. You're either late or you don't even show up!"

"My plans are important, too, y/n. You have got to calm down." He brushes you off again and it's taking everything in Tom not to just butt in but he figures you need to get everything off your chest now or you never will.

"You had plans, with me!"

"I'm here now."

"You live here." Your eyes widen at his audacity to try and belittle your feelings over this.

"Exactly. So, calm down and have some dinner with me."

"I ate. With everyone else! Do you even care about me at all?"

An annoyed laugh leaves his lips. "Holy shit." He scoffs. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"Watch it." Tom scolds, finally piping up. He'll let this go as long as you're the one getting everything off your mind and chest but not when your boyfriend is gonna call you crazy. You have every right to be mad and upset with him.

"Stay out of it." Your boyfriend glares back at Tom.

"Don't think I will." Tom shakes his head. "You're a prick who doesn't deserve y/n and the least you can do is hear y/n out."

"Wanna shut him up?" Your boyfriend looks to you.

"You shut up! All you ever do is make me feel bad about myself!"

"Then leave." His voice is nonchalant, casual, almost cruel as he just goes on to make himself a plate.

Something in you told you that today was gonna be the end of it. Something in the very pit of your stomach ached in a way it hasn't before and you just knew. You knew when he wouldn't text you back, when he said he had something to do. But, even then, you didn't expect it to hurt in this way. And maybe had it been you that told him to leave, it wouldn't hurt but it's so much that he just doesn't care. He tells you to leave as if it's second nature and that hurts most of all. Not a breakup or the realization that he doesn't love you or that maybe you don't even love him. But that it didn't even bother him.

With tears in your eyes, you leave the kitchen and head to your room, Tom right on your heels. He follows you all the way to your room where you're going into your closet for a bag and tossing miscellaneous things onto the bed haphazardly. He told you to leave so that's what you'll do. You figure you'll call your mom and go back to the home where you grew up and lived not too long ago. You don't know where you'll go from there but being anywhere is better than being in this home with someone who doesn't even care about you.

"Hey." Tom says gently, moving over to you and resting his hands on your shoulders. "Do you need a place to stay for tonight?" Tom offers.

"A-are you sure? I was gonna go to my parents'."

Tom nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah, 'course. That's what friends are for, ya?" He offers a soft smile.

"Thanks." You nod sheepishly.

"Just grab some stuff for tonight and tomorrow and I can bring you back to pick up more things."

"I just...want to get it over with."

"I know but, uh, you're just throwing things. Think it might better to take a breath." Tom keeps his voice quiet and soft, careful not to sound too annoyed at the asshole in your kitchen.

You suck in a breath, knowing Tom has a point. Just throwing things around and not having a set plan as to what you're even going to grab isn't going to help. For all you know, you've only been tossing shirts and no bottoms onto the bed which really wouldn't help. Cleaning out your things isn't something to be done right now, it's something you should do with a clear mind and with your now ex-boyfriend not in the house.

"Yeah, okay." You agree, walking to the bed and figuring out what you need and what you don't need.

Once you've gathered a small bag for the night, you and Tom go to Tom's apartment, not a word spoken to your ex or between you and Tom on the way to his place. Tom isn't quite sure what to say. How does he tell his best friend that this is for the best without sounding like an asshole who'd just be belittling your feelings? It's true, but he can't just blurt that out. He doesn't really know if there's anything else he can do to cheer you up. Just bring you to his place, set up a place in the living room with the TV and your favorite comfort show. And that's what he did when you got to his apartment. You went to the bathroom to get changed and Tom set everything up with pillows and blankets and snacks.

"What's this?" You ask as you come back from the bathroom.

"Thought it'd help." Tom offers a smile. "Didn't think you'd wanna do much talkin'."

"Yeah." You let out a soft laugh, taking a seat on the couch with a soft blanket. "Not really."

"When you want to talk, I'll be here."

"I know." You nod, giving him a smile. "Thanks...for today." You pause for a second. "And the bracelet."

"You opened it?" Tom asks, surprise across his face.

"Of course. I opened it before you came to my room earlier." You chew your lip, messing with your fingers as you furrow your brows, Tom catching a glimpse of the bracelet on your wrist. "How'd you know I wanted that one?" You ask.

He got you a bracelet you'd been eyeing for a few months now. You'd shared it to one of your social media sites, a poor effort of hinting to your ex that you wanted it. Sometimes you'd do that and you never understood why because he always said he didn't see your posts and even if he did, you know it probably didn't matter anyway. And it's not really about the gift or lack thereof, but rather that Tom did go out of his way to get you something he knew you wanted and remembered.

"Saw it when you shared it. Um, you said he wasn't big on gifts so thought I'd get it in case he didn't." Tom answers, the corner of his mouth tugging into a gentle smile.

"I didn't think you paid that close of attention." A sense of embarrassment comes over you as you realize, you should have known.

Tom shrugs a shoulder. "Yeah." He chuckles and scratches the bridge of his nose. "Guess when ya like someone it just happens." Tom lets out a beath knowing it's a risk of telling you now after everything but....there's a part of him that thinks maybe it'll make you feel better.

Not in a manipulative way or him thinking you should just get together now or anything like that. But, in the way that you didn't have to try so hard with this guy who treated you like crap. People are gonna like you just the way you are. And when they do, they'll do what you deserve, what you need. He hopes that telling you he's liked you will maybe make you feel better about the decision to leave when he told you to and not to argue or fight for it. Maybe it'll just make you realize you deserve better and better doesn't have to be Tom, it just has to be better than the guy you were dating.

"I didn't know."

"Yeah," Tom lets out a breathy chuckle. "Didn't want ya to."

"Why not?" You furrow your brows in confusion.

"Never seemed like the right time." Tom shrugs but quickly continues. "Not that now is a good time, I suppose, but....thought maybe you should know anyway, I guess."

"Thanks." The smile across your lips can't seem to budge. "I liked you, too, I just didn't know you felt that way and then...I met...ya know."

"Well," Tom sucks in a breath. "In a few months, when you've had time for this, wanna go on a date with me? Don't wanna rush you and you don't have to answer now and you can change your mind, too." Tom's voice is soft and kind and gentle and a stark contrast to the voice you'd grown so used to hearing from ex and it is so comforting.

"Okay." You agree. "Yeah, I'll need some time but for now, yeah that would be nice."

"Until then," Tom tosses you a package of candy. "We can just watch the lame show like." He lets out a laugh as you glare at him.

"You love it." You roll your eyes before getting comfy, stretching your legs out onto Tom's lap while Tom plays the show.

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[reddit-aita]

AITA For Telling My Cousin That She's The Reason My Husband And I Have Re-Considered Adoption?

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I (33f) have had fertility issues for the past couple of years with my husband (35m). We went through with consultations and while we had very promising results for treatment the cost did give us pause. It wasn't that we couldn't afford it we just weren't at the point yet where we were willing to pay. I discussed it with my husband and we were both fine with the idea of adopting.

My cousin Tiffany (25f) is adopted and she supported our choice in looking into it. However this was a couple of years back and during that time Tiffany was reunited with her birth parents and she's been acting pretty hurtful to my aunt and uncle since then. She keeps making post about how happy she is to know where she comes from and is happy about being reunited with her "real family." She even talked about having her birth father walk her down the aisle as a chance to make up for lost time. Obviously my uncle was very hurt about this but went he voiced it Tiffany got defensive. She called my uncle selfish, how this was about her and that he knew what he signed up for when raising someone else's kid.

Before the pandemic Tiffany moved closer to where her bio mother lived so they could make up for lost time, and Tiffany kept making post after post about all the fun she was having meeting relatives, and how she called/video chatted with each of her bio parents multiple times a week meanwhile she barely texted back my uncle and aunt once a month. I could tell how heartbroken my aunt and uncle were but tried to give Tiffany her space and the few times they said anything she accuse them of being selfish and unsupportive. I think the biggest thing that broke them was when Tiffany promised to come by for my aunt's birthday (COVID restrictions were lifted) and was even given the money to travel to them but then never showed up. She called literally the day before to say that her bio mom had an emergency so she wasn't going to make it, but didn't give back the money.

I am completely disgusted by Tiffany's behavior and while I haven't completely ruled out adoption entirely I did want to give medical assisted conception a try. My husband supported this and we are now currently expecting. After we made our announcement Tiffany messaged me asking why I would spend thousands on creating a child when I could helped one who already existed. I tried to play it off but Tiffany kept pressing and calling me a bad person when there are so many children who desperately need a home and overpopulation. It got to the point where she was pissing me off and I just came clean and said that her behavior towards the people who loved and raised her was the reason. Tiffany got really upset but I didn't care, however, her parents are now starting to say that I was wrong so AITA?

#reddit #aita #am i the asshole

[mel-the-fangirl]

The Escort

Walter Marshall x Reader

Words: 2,064

Warnings: none

Happy super late Valentine’s, Cavillry! As usual, this is a very very late upload but in my defense, it does say in my bio that I am a procrastinator soooo... Anyway, I’m really excited about this miniseries because I love the movie (The Wedding Date, 2005) and I really wanted to write Walter, I hope I do him justice!

Feedback (good and bad!) means the world to me as rookie writer, so I hope you’ll like, reblog and leave me some replies!

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You could not believe you were doing this. You just couldn't. But there you were doing it, even though your mind screeched at you to stop and save a little dignity for yourself.

The fact that you even considered doing this was already a serious loss of dignity points, so what the hell. People did this all the time, didn’t they? There wouldn’t be a whole network of people clumped into this app if it wasn’t a normal occurrence.

It just wasn’t a normal occurrence for you.

Once you filled your head with rationalisations to make yourself feel better, you took a deep breath and began browsing through what the great city of New York had to offer.

Z, 6’, loving hands, fit, athletic, good manners, for water sports, caramel complexion.

For water sports? What in the hell did that mean? And that single initial in place of an actual name? Serial killer vibes. No, thank you.

Lenny, 6’2”, pretty fit Italian, excellent dinner companion, all occasions catered.

Alright. Okay. Now we’re talking. Tall, European, excellent dinner companion equals to good conversationalist, accommodating. Lenny goes on the list of possibilities.

Terry, 6’, my soft voice will arouse you, my strong hands will pleasure you,  let me show you how a woman should be treated, hourly/overnight rates.

Oh no no no. Major creep vibes from Terry. That ad alone had you reaching for another long swig of wine.

Joey, 5’8”, are you into champagne?, bodybuilder, will treat you like a queen.

“If you like piña coladas…” you sang in not even remotely the right key, topping off your drink

Josh, 5’9”, I can make you feel sexy and wanted. Fit, sensual, strong.

“Well!” you exclaimed drunkenly, almost spilling wine on your couch, “Tough beans, Josh! I don’t need a man to make me feel sexy and wanted!” you faltered a bit, your drunk mind still seeing the holes in your logic

“I just… Need a man to help me not look like a tragic spinster in front of my family and my ex...”

With that thought fresh in your mind, you reached for some more wine.

The ads went on and on as you scrolled through your phone, it was all a little overwhelming, how were you going to make sure you weren't hiring some psychopathic serial killing pervert to pose as your date to your sister's wedding?

The groan you let out bounced off the walls of your apartment. The reality of your situation was sinking in little by little. 

Yes. You were hiring a male escort for your sister's wedding. It was your baby sister's wedding, by the way. You were a hundred percent aware that what you were doing was completely and utterly pathetic but you’ve already weighed the pros and cons in your head countless times.

Showing up alone: pitying looks, whispering behind your back, having to face ex by yourself, staggering levels of embarrassment.

Showing up with handsome -hired- date: mother can finally get off your back, date is more handsome than ex, ex will want to shrivel up and die, no one will know date is male escort except you and him.

Now, let’s break down some of the guests just for the sake of being thorough. 

There’s your slightly overbearing mother (slightly meaning every call you have with her opens with the question: “how's your love life, dear?” or “I have the most amazing man to set you up with!”), all of her judgy eagle-eyed friends (mostly rich widows whose sons your mom shamelessly shoves your way), your extended family (some terrifyingly old school great aunts and uncles who will definitely ask if you’re married and smile sympathetically when you say you’re not), and last but certainly not the least, Jeffrey, your ex-fiancé (best man, but apparently not the best man for you, his words not yours).

"Lordy fuck." you exhaled hard, chugging your wine straight from the bottle

How on earth did you get here? Sitting alone in your apartment, working your way through your second bottle of wine (or third? Who was keeping count?), clicking on ads that spoke of "hot single males in your area" waiting to meet you.

Would it be fair to pin it all on the end of your engagement?

Picturing that moment, you decided that it was only fair. Those were five years of your life you would never get back, you were prepared to sign on for more but, yeah.

You were blindsided, that's the only way to describe it. All the while, you thought that you and Jeffrey were on the same page, at the same place in life. You were the golden couple, the couple that all the other couples wished they could be, when you two walked past, girlfriends would give their boyfriends a slap on the shoulder that meant, "Why can't we be more like them?"

It was so out of nowhere, one minute you were discussing wedding cake options over dinner, then suddenly you're putting the ring in his palm, completely in shock. 

After that, you threw yourself into your work despite the fact that you were already a budding workaholic to begin with. That's how you ended up earning six figures a year. 

Six figure salary, check. Doing pretty well in life all things considered, check.

But even with all that, there weren't any conversations over casseroles and cobblers about your many achievements. Nope, your mother and her friends would much rather discuss their worries that you would essentially, die alone.

Your little sister, Amy, getting married before you didn't exactly help to put a lid on all the chatter. And with Jeffrey being the best man? And you being maid of honour? 

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Maybe you could make up an excuse believable enough to get you off the hook so you wouldn’t have to go?

Were you really thinking about bailing on your little sister’s wedding? If she wasn’t taking cues from your mother, it would be the only one she ever had.

Not one of your finest moments as a sibling.

With the complications of your situation fully realised, you took to reading the ads with a little more effort. Luckily, you didn’t have to look for long.

Nick, 6’, male, tall, good looking, strong build. You will not be disappointed.

The ad was considerably less flashy than the others but you supposed that’s what drew you to it in the first place. It was understated, simple, and his ad wasn’t entirely made up of overcompensating flexing pics.

Mostly because he didn’t need them.

Call off the search, send the boys home. You had a winner here!

Staring up at you from your phone screen was the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life. Literally.

A mane of thick, artfully disheveled curly hair, eyes that were a light shade of blue that had a sort of dark intensity and intelligence that you could spend days trying to understand, and a smile. Oh, that smile was absolutely suckerpunching. It was odd though, something in your head was telling you that this man did not smile often.

You couldn’t tell if the warmth blooming in your chest and creeping towards your cheeks was from all the wine or from examining this prime specimen. Jeez Louise!

“Phew!” you fanned yourself upon stumbling on a photo of him crossing his arms in a tank top. Good God, you hoped he had a license for those guns!

You had to set your phone down for a minute to think things through although it seemed absolutely nuts that you had to think twice at all. It’s just that after the initial excitement and hormones wore off, it was becoming more and more evident that this man was too good to be true.

Just look at him! Were there actually men that looked like that? And why didn’t they live closer to you? A quick sweep of his profile placed him in Minneapolis.

What were the crime rates like there? And did they have a high rate of murders relating to escort services?

Before you could even google anything related to that, you stopped yourself. If you kept at this rate, you would never get anything done! Finally, after a methodical deliberation (aka ogling the pictures on his ad), you saved Nick’s contact number to your phone.

Aaand that’s as far as you’d go for the night. You could call him tomorrow when you weren’t a floundering drunk. It was like your mother always said, “Always be sober for a business transaction, but anything else calls for a cocktail.”

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The following morning, you sat at your little breakfast nook, eggs still piping hot and untouched, and a hangover in full effect. You’ve been staring at the phone number for so long, you could say it in your sleep.

Come on, Y/N, the wedding is five freaking days away.

What if this guy was fully booked? You didn’t want to spend five days surrounded by family with Mr. my-soft-voice-will-arouse-you, did you?

You slammed your finger down on the call icon and stuck the phone to your ear. Your heart beat faster and faster with every ring and your palms became so slick with sweat that you almost dropped your phone a couple of times. 

Maybe you should have taken your mother up on the multiple occasions that she wanted to set you up with someone. Alright, on second thought, you didn’t really want to be with someone who only looked good on paper but was actually an insufferable mama’s boy.

“Hello?” a male voice answered, catching you off-guard

Oh, God. Okay, you’re really doing this.

“Yes, hi! Hi. Uh, I’m looking for Nick!” you chirped, in a startled high pitched squeak you didn’t dare recognise as your own

The silence on the other end was starting to make you sweat behind the knees. It suddenly dawned on you that you didn’t mention any specifics.

“Uh, sorry! I got this number from the, uh, the ad. I’m looking for Nick?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right, but Nick isn’t in right now. This is his manager.”

Was that a good sign? That a male escort had a manager? Did all male escorts have managers? You clearly didn’t know enough about this stuff.

“It’s a pleasure, Mister..?”

There was another beat of silence before the person on the other line answered, you tried your hardest not to overthink about what that could have meant.

“Foley! I’m Foley, Nick’s manager.” Mr. Foley’s voice returned to your ear, sounding much too bright for your liking. 

Christ, what were you, a cop? To be honest, you were exhausted. Despite all the alcohol in your system last night, you barely got any sleep. You spent the rest of the night reading through some reviews of Nick’s service as an escort.

He had a glittering five star rating.

One woman hired him to pose as her husband at a high school reunion and by the end of the night, she ended up proposing to him. He respectfully declined and even bought her dinner afterwards.

That review alone was enough to convince you that you would be in good hands. So, it was time to buckle down, swallow the nerves, and handle your business like the adult you were.

“Mr. Foley,” you shook your hair out and put on your professional voice. “I’d like to book your client for five days, give or take. I need a plus one for a wedding. Is he available to leave on the-”

“Please hold. I’ll check his schedule.”

“Oh. But I didn’t mention when I-”

“He’s available. Would you prefer to pick him up at JFK or will he meet you at your place of residence?”

“Oh. Uh, I guess I could pick him up. Do I pay for his ticket or..?” you were feeling a teensy bit of whiplash at how fast this was all going

There was some rustling on the other line and the muffled sounds of bickering. You tried not to let that concern you.

“We’ll handle that, Ms. Y/L/N. We have your number, we’ll be in touch for further details. Good bye.”

The line went dead and you were left staring at your phone in confusion. Did you tell him your name?

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ANNA-JULIA “AJ” (JONES) JARLETT

IG bio/info: @/annajj9x_ | 20.1k followers| Athlete | hey peeps can you stop asking me to throw it back cuz the answer will always be no! K thx take it easy 🏳️‍🌈🌻🏒🐶

21 years old

From bath, England

Hockey player as her profession for the past three years

Her position is defense

Their team name is “rowdy alphas”...yeah some team names just didn’t make sense or they’re cringe for no reason at all

Was raised by her mom,(her mom was a teen mom & had her at 17) maternal grandmother, and her paternal aunt (dad’s younger sister, who’s more like a big sister to her at 28)

They’ve made her into the person she is, literally

Her grandmother has a bed and breakfast that they all live in

the house is Victorian style—almost as if they walked right out of charmed! Instead of a big pink house, think yellow AND purple. It was hideous but homey and charming on the inside

growing up in a house with multiple temporary strangers wasn’t odd to aj at all, in fact it felt like the norm. There was always someone around to socialize with so that was quite nice

Her father was a pro baseball player & passed away due to a automobile accident

she has his smile & freckles

aj was also involved in the accident at the age of 6 & miraculously survived with intense injuries

Has scars as a reminder

used to have night terrors because of the accident...it took awhile—years!!! for them to subside

they’re all vague memories now (but the pain is something she’ll always remember) but she preferred it that way

she’s named “Anna” after her mother’s old best friend/roommate and was supposed to be aj’s god mother but she went missing during their uni years

the name“Julia” came from her paternal grandmother who she gets her wide doe eyes from

her athleticism definitely came from her dad

Her mother luckily liked to document things so there’s a bunch of home videos of her dad in them & pictures/scrapbooks that her mom has for safe keeping

She’s more of a klutz, tiny, and wears huge prescription glasses

extremely close to the three most important ladies in her life, so she’s always been able to be open with them about anything!

when she first expressed her interest in liking both genders around 17-18 her paternal aunt was all smirks, “i knew Britney Spears was so your type, yeah?”

more like shakira but Brit was just as pretty

her mother was a “cry baby” so ofc she burst out into tears squeezing aj’s limbs and peppering her face with kisses. She didn’t view her child as anything different... as she shouldn’t & was glad that her daughter trusted them with this significant moment in her life and wanted to be as supportive as she could

got books, watched Ted talks and everything but knew she could come to the source even tho aj was still figuring it out herself

her grandma dipped her head at the new info sitting at the round kitchen table, “been there. had a few broads in my life after and during my marriage with your no good grandad. Thank goodness the bastard died before you even got to meet ‘em.” “Mum!”

what felt like the biggest weight on her chest was lifted. She knew they’d understand but a part of her had a little bit of doubt, she’s heard so many horror stories where those like her didn’t have the support she has and that made her extremely sad to think about

i see her as a person that has/had many friends in secondary. She’s always open to chat and her being on a few sports teams helped her out in her case

very competitive in anything that she does & will guarantee that she’ll beat you. (“ You wanna race to the car from here?”wins. “Who ever cleans the most dishes the fastest gets the last slice of pie.”) majority of the time she’s right but if she loses?? oh don’t let her lose to you, it’s a pity party for the rest of the time ur in her space. Such a sore loser omg

stays active, always working out + has a gym membership and makes sure she goes at least five times a week

she’s very strong, loves leg day & working on her core

she’s about 5’10

loves wearing “gf jeans” since they’re super comfy but doesn’t mind skinny Jeans with rips in the knees every now and then

trainers and chucks are her go-to sneakers

has no issue shopping in the men’s section ‘cause who’s gonna stop her? Nobody that’s who

owner of over a 100 graphic tees + vertical stripped shirts are also her favs, SWEATPANTS/joggers?! How many does she have? A lot. Snapbacks? Plenty. Will she wear them backwards? Obviously.

Physical touch is her love language. She’s comes from a family that has no issue showing their affection by touch. There is NO such thing as personal space and that still stands with aj when it comes to relationships, she sees no other way

It’s what she shows and what she wants in return, if you’re not touching her in some sort of way, then automatically she thinks there’s something wrong or that she did something

Is the jealous type. It has shown in relationships and ruined a relationship or two

Has cheated on a significant other out of pure jealousy & is not proud to admit that

Does have a wandering eye but feels now that she truly understands herself when it comes to relationships, she’ll never act on it again

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I get libra tendencies from her so that’s what I’m sticking with. She likes to keep the peace (unless she’s jealous) , idealistic — always looking on the bright side of things, outgoing, romantic, and professional— especially when it comes to her team; her true leadership comes out, yet she can be indecisive, hates confrontation, self pitying — if things don’t go perfectly how she imagined/planned it to, the world is ending and everyone is out to get her, and can be unreliable—never on time

September libra to be exact

if she’s really in love/taken a interest in you then she gets nervous: blushing, sweaty palms, cracking her knuckles, tongue tied—the whole 9

she’s already defined as a puppy by her coach but when she’s in love? She’s a lovesick puppy!

her fav holiday is Valentine’s Day

thought she was going to be a pro skateboarder growing up but it took one bad fall where she thought she was paralyzed for her to choose something else

she likes her weed on occasion

Obsessed with all types of cheese except cottage, “can I put cheese on this?”

more of a jumpsuit kinda girl or dressy top with jeans & hoops on a night out

has a solid group of mates outside of the hockey team, they’ve all met and hung out a couple of times, as they should since aj feels they’re going to be stuck with her for awhile so why not?

They’re a riot when they all go out, let’s just say that there’s never a dull moment

fav color is periwinkle

enjoys ASMR, mostly in the mornings when she’s waking up. You know how people love podcasts? (Sorry seb & Nicky, she still wants to be on the show soon!) ASMR is her thing

loves tangerines, you can count on it that she’ll have one on her, “where did you pull that from?” “I’ll never share my master plan.” “You’re such a tit.”

Definitely prefers “fresh squeezed” orange juice & will make her own, she has the tools & the strength 😏

Very rare for her to get sick ;) & if she does she’s a complete baby about it

Will fight that she’s sick before she admits it, trying all sorts of horrid remedies & vitamins

loves summer & all things that come with it, the number one thing is leaving bath for however long she can for a new place to enjoy

when she arrived to love island, she was thrilled for the weather. Yes she was looking for love but most importantly a nice get away & that it was (depending on your route that is lol)

closest with seb, vieve, elladine, and tai but don’t tell the others that! (She doesn’t care if you tell Yasmin, honestly)

just because her & seb “dated” and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they can’t be friends right? It was almost automatic for them to be platonic after it was determined there would be no romance between them, almost like sibs! like those celebs like to say—except this time these two won’t turn around and actually find romance

vieve came with seb so...but no shade aj did like vieve. She gave great advice (while seb sometimes didn’t say the right things unintentionally or what aj needed to hear) when needed, especially from a medical view and is very sweet

elladine was the one who had all the tea & ideas to match, she’s quite organized and always down for DIY’s and could suggest almost anything. If you needed someone to help you get things tidy or match/find your Aesthetic, she’s the friend you call to help

tai was the one she could be a “bro” with, sure elladine has her competive side (or controlling, depends on how you view it) but tai was the one you can run to for much needed “bro hugs”, partying, going to the pubs, playing sports with or against, checking out/flirting with babes, etc...

it was not long after the villa that aj had a revelation with her sexuality & fully owned and labeled herself as a lesbian

She was happy being in relationship with someone else or with herself, life was short and she was young so there wasn’t time to dwell and stress over things so what the hell?! Live your truth the best way you know how ya know?

probably smells like sweet citrus, almond flower, and sea salt

on chest days, she’s a sweets snacker. Loves gummy bears (also with vodka) , swedish fish, sour patch kids, etc...basically shit that sticks to ur teeth

put all her chips into hockey, while it was advised by her Counselors & mum not to do so, aj went about it anyway. She thought about the pros and cons but knew there was nothing else for her. So there were more pros than cons. She was meant to play sports, its what felt right in her soul

Made her feel connected to her father, when she’s on the field she feels that he is with her

 scrunches up her nose when she’s frustrated or confused about something

Doesn’t always grasp concepts right away, she’s a soft dummy but most of us are and that’s okay! We’re all smart in our own ways

Feels like sunflowers are always around her especially if she sees them wherever she is. They must symbolize SOMETHING, therefore she loves them

spf queen. All about it, get with it or let the sunrays ruin ur skin that’s on u

loves a good filet mignon medium-well & is probably the only good thing she knows how to make alongside a salad, baked potatoes, & her oj

sucker for romantic-comedies...it’s basically her life duh!

If she has a dog, it’s a Dalmatian or Great Dane. She needs a companion that’ll keep up with her

loves kissing, it’s her favorite form of intimacy

Quarantine life included the push up challenge for her. Gaining a few pounds in muscle and fat, bothering seb via ft, viewing old letters she wrote to her dad, spending time with her fav ladies since they were now restricted from having guests in their home, and letting boredom consume her + she hated the whole lockdown that came with it, she hated being indoors for long periods of time but she knew that’s what partly needed to be done

Posts a lot of beach, park, outings with her friends & team, moments with her fav ladies, workout videos, and guests at the b&b with their permission and if only she befriends them along the way. She’s just as active on the socials as she is in rl but she’s not obsessed with it, she knows how to live in the now. She’s all about balance!

I also feel like she never keeps her phone charged and it’s always dying on her! She had a car charger but...that’s a jungle. She needs to invest in a portable charger stat

crushing on/finds attractive: Jared Padalecki, Keanu Reeves, Barrett Doss, Camilla Luddington, Sandra Bullock, Adrian Kempe, Harry Kirton, Anya Taylor-Joy, Haley Lu Richardson, Naomi Osaka, Ming & Aoki Lee Simmons

who does she listen to? Shakira lol!! Bea Miller, Dua Lipa, Daya, XYLØ, Elley Duhé, Stela Cole, Aloe Blacc, Maroon 5, Lewis capaldi, Charlie Puth, girl in red, Hayley kiyoko, king princess, dodie, & tessa violet

Anthem: Icona Pop — we got the world

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg aj #litg mc #litg oc #litg seb #litg genevieve #litg elladine #litg tai #litg yasmin #litg headcanon #litg moodboard #I felt like the pressure was on for her so sorry if this sucked lol #litg headcanons

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Fire Keeper: Chapter 9

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.

Chapter 8 summary: Your mom is getting healed and while things are looking up, the battle with Angie Rot is yet to come.

Warnings: Angst, death, minor injury, sad stuff in this chapter, but once we get past the sad stuff there will be happy stuff in future chapters.

A/n: I got a little carried away with the writing, so it's a long chapter. *nervous laughter* Anyways Enjoy! 💖

“The incantation, as you know, makes Barbara experience whatever trauma befalls strickler. Unfortunately breaking the binding spell will also erase her memory,” Vendel explained to you and Jim.

“What are you saying? I’m gonna forget Trollmarket? That Jim’s the Trollhunter? That Y/n can do magic?” Your mom asked and you smiled sadly, but that just meant you would have to tell her again later. Maybe you could do it properly this time.

“I’ll leave you with a moment of privacy,” Vendel muttered, pulling Strickler out of the room with him.

“Guess we’re gonna have to have this conversation again,” Jim chuckled.

“Jim, Y/n, listen to me. Promise me we will. Okay? It took all of this for you to tell me about...your other life.”

“I just didn’t want to worry you. And I know we have,” Jim said.

“Yes, yes, you have. I am worried about both of you. I’m scared. But listen to me. It is my job to worry. And it’s not your job to protect me. I want you to know something. Even before you found this amulet and you found your magic—way before all of this—you two were always my heroes. My beautiful children.”

“We love you mom,” you whispered, hugging her gently. You tried not to let any tears fall, it wasn’t like she would be gone afterwards, you would still have your mom.

“We really do,” Jim added.

“The time has come,” Vendel announced. “Place your hands upon the gemstone.”

“Barbara, I—“ Strickler started, but your mom cut him off.

“Don’t talk to me. You’re the one thing I’m looking forward to forgetting.” Strickler sighed and looked genuinely upset. You gave him a sympathetic smile, he had grown on you.

Vendel chanted some more and your mom looked at you. “Guys, promise me, After this is over, don’t keep your trollhunting a secret from me anymore. Promise me.”

You nodded as Vendel continued chanting. Your sad smile slowly slipped into one of horror as orange electricity came from the piece of Heartstone Vendel was holding. It raced up your mom and Strickler’s arms and Strickler began to scream.

Vendel continued. “Forgive me, Barbara,” Strickler gasped between wails.

Your mom didn’t look at him, instead she turned to you and Jim. “Promise me!”

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“Dr. Hammond to Radiology,” a voice over the hospital intercom announced.

“She’ll be safe here,” Jim reassured you as you paced nervously by the window.

“Jim? Y/n? What happened?” You heard your mom’s weak voice ask.

Jim turned to her. “Mom, something happened last night. Something you can't tell anyone.” You nodded to Jim, giving him a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

“What is it? Why do you look so worried?” Your mom asked, concerned for Jim.

“Well, uh...there was… an accident. You feinted, you bumped your head and I drove you here,” Jim explained and your encouraging expression turned to one of anger. You glared at Jim and shook your head. He had promised.

“My hero.” She paused. “I know there are things going on with you, Jim. Things you don’t want to tell me.”

“There are? I mean, you do?” Jim stuttered and you rolled your eyes. Jim wasn’t that subtle, you and your mom had had plenty of worrying conversations where you had to cover for him.

“Well, sure, you’re sixteen. You have your own life. I just want you to know there’s nothing you can’t share with me. Whatever it is I can take it,” your mom said and you smiled at Jim nodding again, but he gently shook his head.

He looked back at your mom. “I know you can.”

After Jim left you were tempted, to say the least, to tell her anyways, but you held it in. You wouldn’t force Jim to come clean, there was something holding him back and you needed to find what it was.

“Y/n?” Your mom asked after Jim had been gone for a while. “Why didn’t you drive me to the hospital?”

“I wasn’t home, I was helping a friend.” The lie left a bad taste in your mouth. You hated lying to her.

“This ‘friend’ wouldn’t happen to be Douxie, would it?” She teased and you smiled. It had been awhile since the two of you were able to spend some quality time together, albeit, this wasn’t the best situation.

“We’re just friends mom,” you said, trying not to smile.

“Alright,” she relented and your smile grew. “But you do like him?”

You groaned good naturedly, “Mom!”

“What?”

“Let’s talk about something else. What about redecorating the house? I feel like it’s time for a change.”

She looked at you quizzically, a smile still shining on her face. “Okay...”

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Later that night you made your way to Trollmarket with a smile on your face. It had been great to just chat with your mom. You would cherish those memories and now you had her input on how to redesign the house after Angor Rot ruined it.

You waltzed over to Blinky’s library, a hop in your step, but you faltered when you heard Vendel. “She allowed Angor Rot to obtain a Horngazel. The very key past Trollmraket’s defenses?”

You slowly entered the room and slid over to Toby. “Sooo, what’d I miss?”

“Angor Rot stole Claire’s Horngazel,” Toby whispered back and your eyes widened. That was very bad.

“It’s not Claire’s fault it’s mine. I should have gone to the school for the incantaion. I should have faced Angor Rot. Not them,” Jim defended.

“Jim’s right, I should have gone with them,” you mumbled to Toby.

“No, you were with your mom,” Toby responded.

“It was in my purse. Toby and I were dangling off the roof. He cut it off and left,” Claire said and you looked at Toby, eyes even wider and he nodded.

“Yeah, you also might have to let the school know I have an inhaler now,” Toby whispered.

You chuckled. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

“Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?” Vendel asked.

“It was a great everyday purse. It went with everything,” Toby said, consoling Claire. You smiled, sure Angor Rot getting the Horngazel was bad, but at least Toby and Claire were okay.

“We might have time. Angor Rot rarely attacks during the day,” Jim pointed out, bringing the topic back to serious matters.

“Angor Rot is unpredictable at best. And if there isn’t anything to stop him from creating havoc in Trollmarket...then you have to put more than yourselves at risk,” Vendel countered.

The room settled into a thoughtful and fearful silence, however, Strickler’s voice broke it, “Trollhunter! Help!”

The five of you looked to each other and then ran out of the room. You heard Blinky yelling in the distance. “Ruffians! Who threw that?!”

“Where’s Jim? he gave me his word!” Strickler whined as you pushed through the crowd.

“What? I’m not good enough?” You asked him, jokingly.

Strickler apologized as Jim and company arrived.

“Put him down! He helped save my mother,” Jim ordered as he pushed through the crowd of trolls to stand with Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.

“He’s with us,” you added.

“He tried to release Gunmar!” Someone shouted.

“Get him out of here!” Called another troll.

“Changlings ain’t right in Trollmarket!” Bagdwella argued.

“Get rid of him!”

“It’s not going to make a difference. Angor Rot wants me too, and the protective barrier won’t stop him,” Jim announced.

“What do you mean?” Blinky asked.

Jim sighed, “He has a Horngazel.”

The trolls bagan to throw garbage, but you created an orange shield to cover him. The trash bounced off of it, harmless.

“Look, you have a right to know!” Jim said.

“Let’s throw them both out!” A Troll from the crowd roared, grabbing Jim. “It’s time the amulet called for a new Trollhunter!”

“Jimbo!” Toby called.

“It’s not his fault!” Claire added as the trolls began to chant.

“Throw him out!”

“Throw him out!”

“Throw him out!”

“When you finish throwing them out come back and throw me out, too,” Vendel announced climbing on top of your old and broken car. “Yes the boy has made grave errors. But he’s come through for more times than I give him credit for.”

You levitated onto top of your old car, showing off your magic. “Yeah, he has. And if you want my brother gone, you’ll have to say goodbye to your only sorceress as well!”

Vendel smiled at you and nodded, then he continued, “Trollmarket is in danger and our greatest defense has always been our Trollhunter. He’s earned my trust. He should have earned yours.”

“You can throw me out too,” Blinky agreed.

“And me,” Aaarrrgghh added.

“Us too, though technically, we don’t live here. I’m just sayin,’” Toby mumbled as Bagdwella stepped forward.

“Same for me. I’ve always stood with our Trollhunter!” She announced.

“Okay, yeah.” Toby scoffed and you hid a laugh as Bagdwella gave you an indignant look. However, the trolls began to consider your friends’ words and the trolls dropped Jim and Strickler.

“What now, our infallible leader?” Strickler asked.

Jim walked up the stairs and then turned around dramatically. “Now, we get ready to give Angor Rot the fight of his life!”

The crowd cheered and began to get to work. You helped out, but you eventually headed back to Blinky’s library with Jim, Claire, and Toby.

“Chomsky? No way! When did he get out?” Jim asked upon seeing the fierce yet endearing gnome.

“Wait, Chompsky’s out!” You exclaimed, clapping.

“A little while ago. We were gonna tell you, but with everything and your mom…” Claire explained.

“Why would you hold back the great news? He escaped the Darklands!” Jim laughed, but you hesitated. There was something off about the gnome’s aura. Even though Vendel had just taught you to read aura’s you had picked up the skill quickly and now you were sure something was wrong. Chompsky had a dark aura surrounding him, similar to the one Mindy had.

“What’s your definition of ‘escaped’?”—you asked, shoving your thoughts of Mindy aside and focusing on your newly returned friend.

“Y/n’s right. Technically he didn’t. Gunmar let him out to deliver a message,” Toby verified.

“Jim, Gunmar knows you killed his son,” Claire warned.

“And he promises to make a river- no, an ocean of blood from your loved ones. And he’s gonna make a throne, of with their—I think he said—bones. His words not mine.” NotEnrique spoke up, putting his hands up in surrender.

Chompsky growled at him and you gave a weak smile. Gunmar just threatened your family.

“And...And he included a list,” Toby added.

NotEnrique began to list the names, “Tobias. Claire. Barbara. Y/n. Blinkous...”

“We knew what we were getting into. After we find the last stone, we’ll find my brother and end this once and for all,” Claire promised.

You hugged your brother. “Yes, Claire’s right. Gunmar just threatened my family too. He will regret that.”

“Draal. Coach Lawrence,” NotEnrique continued in the background.

“It goes on for a while. You don’t need to listen to this.” Toby pulled Jim away.

Claire turned to him. “It’s like you said, we shouldn’t be focused on the fight tomorrow, but the fight today.”

“It’s too bad we’ve been wasting out time collecting stones to kill Gunmar and not Angor Rot,” Toby muttered.

“Or so you think,” Strickler said, walking in. “Maybe you do have a stone. Angor’s eye.”

“You’re saying he can use that in his amulet?” You asked.

Toby squealed. “Jim, you’re gonna level up again!”

“If cut with proper guidance,” Strickler cautioned.

“Show me where to cut.” Jim walked off with Strickler, but you held Claire and Toby back.

“You two have been great friends and I’m so glad that you are a part of this. We make a fantastic team, but I’m worried about Jim. He’s putting too much pressure on himself and then there’s our mom, he didn’t tell her the truth.” You took a deep breath after voicing your concerns.

“Don’t worry, Y/n/n, Jimbo’s got this and we’re here for him,” Toby reassured and you smiled.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, We just have to do our best to support Jim,” Claire added.

“Okay. Then let’s go and win this fight. Afterwards, ice cream’s on me.”

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You absolutely despised fighting golems, but you were getting the hang of slicing through them and then using your magic to crush the totems. Though the longer you used your magic, the more tired you got. You had yet to develop the stamina.

You stabbed a blue golem through the heart and it shattered. You didn’t even have a second to breath before you were taking down a pink one then an orange and after that another blue.

While you seemed to be holding up better than others, you were still growing tired. When you tried to dodge a pink golem your side was sliced by a sharp gem. You hissed in pain and almost dropped your sword.

The golem pulled its hands up to smash you, but you rolled out of the way, scraping your hands on the cold ground. You levitated yourself to your feet, but before you could get back to the fight, your golem shattered and Claire stood behind it.

A blue golem approached her from behind, ready to smash. It was too late to warn her so you basted it. The gems flew everywhere, but you managed to catch them, your orange glow surrounding the blue. Unable to hold them any longer, you redirected them into another golem. You and Claire smashed their totems and you went off to help NotEnrique who was backing away from another pink golem.

You decided to try something new, you pictured the totem nestled inside the sharp pink crystals and pulled. The totem, glowing with your orange magic, flew to your hands and you crushed it.

“Thanks,” NotEnrique called and you nodded, already moving to fight another. You moved through your various methods, destroying golem after golem. They just kept coming though, you watched as more trolls fell. Angered by their deaths you fought on.

You killed a purple golem, slicing it with your sword and throwing newly summoned daggers through another. The lifeless gems fell to the ground, revealing Blinky flying past you in your mom’s old car.

You froze and were almost cut by an orange golem, but you killed it then ran to help Blinky. Your hands glowed orange and so did Blinky as he was pulled from the wrecked car. You shattered another golem behind you as you watched Toby struggle with his hammer.

Aaarrrgghh came over to help and you felt disheartened as more trolls struggled. It seemed impossible that Angor Rot was able to bring this many totems yet here you were fighting the results of his dark magicks.

Your gaze was pulled to Angor Rot and you watched in frozen horror as the dagger flew towards Toby. You lifted your hands to send your magic to protect him in some way, in any way.

Aaarrrgghh had the same idea though and a bone chilling wail left your lips. Your magic wasn’t placed to protect Aaarrrgghh and the glowing green dagger pierced his stone.

A cold hopelessness entered your heart and you felt your blood blaze with the fire of your magic. Fire Keeper seemed a fitting nickname as your eyes glowed a fiery orange and the golems that had been creeping up on you and Blinky exploded. The pieces, dangerous sharpenal that would hurt your allies,  should have flown everywhere, but your magic stopped them. You sent them all to Angor Rot, but he hid behind a wall.

The glow in your eyes flickered out and you fell to the ground. You hadn’t realized you had levitated yourself, but Blinky was there to catch you.

“I’m going to kill you!” you heard Toby scream. You watched, exhausted as Toby failed to even land a hit on Angor.

“I destroyed your soul! Your fight is with me! Not them!” Jim growled after finishing off a golem.

“As you wish Trollhunter,” Angor hissed. Jim glanced around and turned to run, leading Angor Rot away. You managed to deal with a few more golems before Claire pulled you away.

“Master Jim!” Blinky yelled as the door to the Heroes forge fell, shutting Jim and Angor inside. Your brother was alone.

“Let us in!” Toby cried.

Claire pounded on the gate. “Jim!”

You cried as you tried to blast the doors to no avail.

“The only reason you’re alive is because you’ve let your loved ones fall in your place! Your teacher, the changling! Your mother!” Angor taunted as he sent purple blasts towards Jim.

“No! Jim!” Claire howled as Jim barely dodged.

“And now your simple friend, Aaarrrgghh, is dead!” Angor growled and you screamed, blasting the door even more with strength you didn’t even know you had.

“No!” Jim roared, fighting back.

Claire, pulled out her shadow staff. “Toby I’m gonna make a portal over Angor Rot.”

“You make sure to smash him,” you added, “for Aaarrrgghh.”

“But where are your loved ones now, hunter?” Angor raised his dagger for the killing blow and you blasted the door one last time, shattering it.

Angor looked to you, confused. His hesitation bought Jim enough time to shove Angor’s dagger back at him.

“Up here, Rot head!” Toby announced as he fell from the portal. As Angor turned to stone Toby’s hammer hit, shattering him.

“Jim!” Claire as you exclaimed, hugging him.

“Is he really gone?” Claire asked, pulling away.

“He better be,” Jim said.

“Yeah. He better be,” Toby growled.You stared at the gray stones and shivered, you had just helped kill someone. Killing goblins and golems was one thing, but Angor was different. He was almost human, albeit, a horrible human.

Then blue orbs flew from the pile they whispered to Jim, thanking him for their freedom.

“What...I mean, who are they?” Claire asked.

The blue orbs gathered into a large one and suddenly Kanjigar appeared. “These are the spirits of our fallen brethren. Trollhunters who lost both soul and life to Angor Rot. Our brothers and sisters shall take their proper place in the void and rest in peace. Thanks to you, James Lake Junior, and your friends. You were right, you are stronger together. We are in your debt. But the day will come, Trollhunter, when you must finish the fight alone.”

You frowned at the last line, but a sad smile came to your face as you saw Draal and father say goodbye. It was a bittersweet moment on a bittersweet day.

You let them be and left the arena. You had to saw goodbye too.

It was quiet in the streets of Trollmarket and piles of gems littered the ground. You shivered, it felt colder in Trollmarket than it normally did.

Eventually you came across Aaarrrgghh. You let tears fall at the sight of your friend. You couldn’t even imagine how Blinky might be feeling. You hadn’t known Aaarrrgghh for even a quarter as long as Blinky had.

Toby, Claire, and Jim soon followed.

Toby began to sob and you hugged him as Claire consoled him. “Hold onto that anger. Save it for the Darklands.”

“Jim?” Claire asked as Jim walked away. You sobbed for a while longer, mourning your fallen friend when Blinky joined you.

“I saw Master Jim heading towards the ruins of Killahead,” he panted and your eyes widened. You knew what he was going to do. Call it sister’s intuition or just straight up divination, you knew he was going to open Killahead. He was going to the Darklands, without you.

“Master Jim!” Blinky yelled as once again the doors shut in your faces.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Toby called.

“Jim, don’t! Jim, no! You promised we’d go together!” Claire screamed.

You cried. “Jim don’t do this without me.”

“The amulet chose me. I can’t lose any more of you,” Jim responded.

“Can I use my shadow staff?” Claire questioned.

“No, the room is sealed from dark magicks,” you explained sadly.

Blinky observed the door. “Maybe I can override the lock.”

“Do it, please,” you begged.

“Come on Jimbo! We’re a team! Don’t do this!” Toby pounded on the door.

“I’m sorry. I have to finish the fight. Alone,” Jim said through the door.

“We can do that together!” You wailed. “What will I tell mom?”

You and Claire screamed together. “Jim!”

“I’m sorry,” you heard Jim mutter as the doors slowly opened.

“No! Jim!” Claire and you pleaded as Jim walked into the portal. The inky hole immediately swallowed him, taking him to the Darklands.

“Jim!” Toby cried out. You ran to where the portal was only to find regular stone.

“Master Jim, what have you done?” Blinky muttered, covering his eyes.

You wailed, this wasn’t right. It wasn’t okay, Jim just left you. He was gone, he had vanished into the portal. You couldn’t believe it. Today was not turning out well. You had already lost Aaarrrgghh and now your brother, what were you going to do now.

You walked over to Toby and Claire and pulled them into a group hug. Toby, who you thought of as a little brother, was okay and so was Claire and Blinky. They were okay, but while you tried to remind yourself of these facts your thoughts always spiraled back to your brother.

“Master Jim will be fine,” Blinky reassured, but you could hear the wobble in his voice, he was close to falling apart.

“Yeah,” Toby said optimistically, “The amulet still belongs to Jim and we can just cover for him while he’s gone. It’s just like he is on a quick mission to the darklands.”

It sounded like Toby was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you.

Claire sniffed, “Yes, Jim will get my brother back and we will do the best we can to help him.”

“That sounds like a great plan guys. We can talk more about it tomorrow, I-I just need a moment.”

You broke away from the hug and began running. You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t go home, your mom would be home and what were you supposed to tell her? Yes, Jim was technically alive, but he was gone and if you were being honest with yourself you were terrified that he wasn’t strong enough to return.

Your emotions were changing with every minute. One second you were angry at Jim for leaving you and the next you were terrified that he wouldn’t make it back.

Everything hurt so you just ran, letting your feet carry you to wherever. You ran for what felt like minutes, but it was probably a lot longer before you found yourself exhausted in front of Douxie’s bookshop.

You were sure you looked like a mess, but you went inside anyways. What did it matter if you looked like a banshee?

“I’ll be with you in a minute!” Douxie called from upstairs and you collapsed on a chair. Archie looked at you quizzically before hopping into your lap and nuzzling you.

Normally you would have smiled at the gesture from the cat, especially after spending so much time with him and noticing how he didn’t really care for any of the shop’s other visitors. However, today you just didn’t have the energy to smile, you didn’t have any more energy.

You had fought and killed someone which was horrible and said troll had killed a good friend of yours, causing your brother to go on a dangerous mission, alone, to the most dangerous place in the world. Today was definitely not your day.

Footsteps hopped down the stairs and you heard Douxie’s voice say, “How may I hel—Y/n?! Are you alright?”

You sniffed. “I just lost...a friend and I couldn’t go home.”

Douxie pulled you to your feet and hugged you. “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

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[auror-lovie]

I Loved You, Mr. Scamander; Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 is O U T!

GOSH THE AMOUNT OF RESEARCH I DID JUST TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER. 

Besides the point, I had a lot of fun doing the research. (Where was this version of me in high school-)

I hope you guys enjoy it! This chapter is a bit longer than I anticipated. It was a mix of research, personal experiences, and listening to the same song for hours-

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━━━━━•✦.✧. Summary .✧.✦•━

After Hogwarts, (Y/N) and Victoria become the MOM’s Investigation Department’s secret weapon. While celebrating the completion of a recent case, she meets someone new. Who knew that this someone is related to her first love?

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A little back story of what happened during their last year at Hogwarts

Theseus~! ( Gosh, I hope I didn’t write him too out of character. Then again, in this chapter, he’s fresh out of WWI )

Victoria and (Y/N)’s friendship is solely based on the friendship I have with my fellow RavenPuff best friend. ( If she ever finds this fic, though I doubt it, I love you~! )

Fluff! (Hopefully)

Theseus and Reader being oblivious to these coincidences.

CLICHE ROMANCE STUFF. I’M A HOPELESS ROMANTIC, OKAY???

Hilarity ensues

Blood, but it’s a short scene

Slight angst at the end

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Before Newt left, he promised to owl them. He was set on working for the Ministry to work with magical creatures in some way. Though his letters always came at odd hours- stupid time zones.

The day after Newt's expulsion, (Y/N) and Victoria had cut ties with Leta. They couldn’t trust her after what had happened. Despite all that, (Y/N) wished Leta the best in life.

For once the roles reversed, Victoria wanted to hex the hell out of Leta, but (Y/N) talked her out of it. Told her that it wasn’t worth it. Instead of spending all that energy on hating someone, it was better to wish them the best and let them go.

Sixth year had come to an end. On the day everyone was set to go back home for the summer holiday, Headmaster Dippet had summoned Victoria to his office.

“Headmaster Dippet,” She said as she stepped into his office. “What can I do for you?”

“You can take this, Miss Howard.” He replied, his hand gesturing to a small, yet elegant metal box that sat near her side of the desk.

Puzzled, Victoria walked closer. She hesitantly grabbed the box and opened it. On the small cushion, laid a navy blue pin, with the words HEAD GIRL in bronze.

“T-This is an honor, sir.” She stumbled, picking it up. It was funny how valuable a small badge would be. How much weight and responsibility it held while being almost as light as a feather.

“I want you to wear it on the first day back.” He gave a small smile.

“I understand, Professor. I can’t thank you enough-“

“Hush child. Come next year, you’ll curse me out for giving you the responsibilities.”

In their final year at Hogwarts, they made it their best year yet. They went to all the Quidditch games and Hogsmeade trips. They studied their hardest and gave it their all. When they graduated, they both got “Exceeds Expectations” and “Outstanding” in all the subjects needed to apply for the Auror Training Program. These subjects were Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Charms.

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Auror training required strenuous work to complete, but nothing they couldn’t handle. It was mandatory to undergo a rigorous series of character and aptitude tests. These tests showcased how well they reacted under pressure. They trained extensively in advanced magical combat, other elements of practical defense, and methods of criminal investigation.

Other training courses were Concealment and Disguise, Stealth and Tracking, Battle Instinct, Best-Laid Plans, Duelling in the Dark, Field Training, History of the Dark Arts, Method in the Mad-Eye, Resilience Training, and The Auror Advantage; while poisons and antidotes were also essential studies. Their training lasted for three years and was difficult work.

(Y/N) excelled in courses like Battle Instinct and Dueling in the Dark. Victoria showed her prowess in courses like Stealth and Tracking and Best-Laid Plans. Their personalities complimented each other. Apart, they had their successes, but together? They were a force not to be reckoned with. You’ve heard of power couples, but they were a powerful dynamic duo.

The Ministry of Magic in the Investigation Department is where they started. They were the department’s secret weapon. The only people who knew of them were those also in the Investigation Department. If they left the department due to any reason, they would be obliviated of their memory of (Y/N) and Victoria.

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Another report was finalized and another dark wizard in Azkaban. In celebration, Victoria had convinced (Y/N) to go out to a pub with her. Coincidentally, the muggle world was celebrating a victory of their own.

At the pub, (Y/N) and Victoria was sitting at the bar, both on their second glass of Sidecar cocktail. Their work clothes were more wrinkled than usual as they relaxed on the stools.

The place was hot (despite it being winter), loud, and reeked of perfume and alcohol. People were celebrating the victory of “The War to End All Wars”. Men in uniforms were all around. Some were at home with loved ones. Others were kissing random strangers at the pub or hanging around with their mates. Then there were a couple of groups raising a glass to their fallen comrades.

“I’m headed to the restroom. You coming?” Victoria asked after finishing her glass.

(Y/N) swished her drink in her glass. “I’m good. I’ll wait here for you.”

Victoria nodded, “Alright, dear. Remember no boys, and if one won’t leave you alone- hex him or punch him.”

(Y/N) gave her a look.

Victoria laughed. “Be alert.” She said before leaving.

She nodded, “I will, Vi. I always am.” (Y/N) let out a sigh as she watched Victoria walk towards the restroom.

Her train of thought started with work but soon drifted to Newt. Over the years, she and Newt continued to stay in touch. Since she graduated, Newt had served on the Eastern Front- not in the war, no. He was there to wrangle some Ukrainian Ironbellys. That year, Augustus Worme commissioned him to write a book about magical creatures.

“Of course he took the job. It’s the perfect job for him…” She mumbled before taking another sip.

If there was anything (Y/N) wanted to do right now, it would be to go home. Being at a pub wasn’t her thing- neither was it Victoria’s, but she let it slide this time. ‘To whatever God or higher celestial being up there, please keep Newt safe.’ She thought, staring at the remaining liquid.

“Hey, what’s a pretty little lady like you doing in a place like this all by herself?” A male voice cooed as he sat on the barstool to her left.

Snapping out of her thoughts, (Y/N) turned to face a man in uniform. He had short blonde hair (but if it were any longer, it would break regulation) and light brown eyes. Attractive? Yes. Her type? Definitely not.

“I’m not here by myself,” (Y/N) eyed the single chevron patch sewn on the upper half of his uniform’s sleeve. “-Private.” She said before meeting his gaze. “I’m here with a friend.”

“Private Keaton Williams.” He said as he took one of her hands in his, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles.

‘Merlin’s beard. Where’s Victoria?’ She thought as she saw the satisfaction on his face. (Y/N) slowly retracted her hand, holding it close to her chest.

“Thank you, Private- er, Williams. But I should be looking for my friend.” She said, getting ready to stand.

He held onto her wrist, preventing her from leaving. “Come on. We both know it’s a lie. You’re not really here with anyone.” Keaton teased.

She tried to think of a way to turn him down. She couldn’t hex him- he was a muggle. There were rules about using magic in the presence of muggles! And she couldn’t punch him. How could she punch a man who had fought for the country she called home?

“She’s with me.” said another male’s voice. This time, it came from behind her.

Keaton looked past (Y/N) to see another man in uniform. “Oh wow. I’m another bloke in a uniform. What makes you so special?” He mocked.

“I don’t condone men flaunting their uniform as a way to catch a woman’s heart.” The one behind her replied. “I’ve dealt with idiots like him. Play along.” He whispered in her ear. (Y/N) nodded, before taking back her wrist.

“I know how to get what I want 's all,” Keaton boasted, then turned his attention back to (Y/N). “Let’s go, love. Let this soldier show you a good time.”

(Y/N) turned to get a look at her savior. Oh great. Yet she stared for a second longer- he looked so familiar.

Shaking her head from her thoughts, she leaned into his chest. “I’m sorry, Private Williams. You had no chance from the start. This soldier had already caught my attention.”

The man looked shocked for a split second before playing along with her little skit. “Ah yes. I’m glad I was able to return home to the love of my life all in one piece.” He said before wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder.

She blushed. ‘Love of his life? No- stop it. It’s a ruse.’

Keaton looked at the other, eyeing his rank. “What’s a Sergeant got that I don’t?”

The man shifted, a crimson ribbon pinned to the pocket flap of his left breast pocket revealing itself. “I have the right mind to back off when a woman says no.”

Keaton looked again, seeing the ribbon, and gasped. The Victoria Cross Award. “Y-You’re him. T-That Theseus guy… The War Hero.”

Theseus. The name of her saviour was revealed!

Theseus rolled his eyes. “It’s Sergeant to you. Now scram before I report you to your commanding officer.”

“Y-Yes Sergeant,” Keaton said before walking away from the pair.

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed her shoulders. “Thank you… Theseus, was it?”

Theseus hummed in agreement, removing his arm from her shoulder. “It’s no problem…” He trailed off, running his hand through his hair.

She turned in her chair to face him. His hair now slightly messed up due to his recent action. His uniform suited him- good and squared away. But his face. It was so damn familiar. It was as if she’d seen those blue eyes somewhere before.

“Uh… Like what you see?” Theseus joked.

(Y/N) blushed. “I-I didn’t mean to stare…” A small pause before sticking her hand out, “I’m (Y/N).”

Theseus gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Theseus. Charmed to meet you.”

‘Did… Did he just…?’ (Y/N) giggled, taking her hand back and interlocking her fingers together. “So what’s a wizard like you serving in the military?”

He sighed, sitting on the seat that was once Victoria’s, “The military part was a cover-up to get me on the front lines. Even if the muggles were at war, that didn’t mean dark wizards would stop their heinous crimes. I was working double time. A field agent for the Ministry and a Sergeant for the British Armed Forces.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Thank you for your service… For our world and theirs.” She smiled at him.

The silence was deafening between them, but it wasn’t awkward in any way. It was more comforting.

(Y/N) brought herself to look at his eyes again, her pupils dilating. His eyes made her heart swell with love- the type of love she reserved only for Newt. Though, she couldn’t help but spill a little bit of that to Theseus. Love at first sight?

Theseus returned the smile. How could someone, let alone a stranger he met, be this beautiful? His mind drifted to a small montage of made-up scenarios. He could see a growing relationship with her- a family even. Would his mother approve? Would Newt approve? She’d make a great addition to the Scamander family.

“Sorry I took too long. Ready to- Merlin, (Y/N)! I leave for five minutes!” Victoria’s voice yelled from behind Theseus.

“Sorry about that.” (Y/N) mumbled.

He turned in his seat to face Victoria. “I-I’m sure you’d like an explanation, but first, hello.” He stuttered.

(Y/N) emerged from behind him, walking over to her friend. “Vi! This is Theseus. Theseus this is my best friend, Victoria.”

‘He looks so familiar. I’ve seen his face somewhere before.’ Victoria thought.

•✦.✧.🔎.✧.✦•

On Theseus and (Y/N)’s first date, they went to a coffee shop.

“So you’re part of the law enforcement? Are you sure you retired from your military work?” She joked.

Theseus chuckled softly before sipping on his tea- he was never a coffee person. “First, yes. I’m retired. And yes, I work within law enforcement. I’m what you call “well respected”. And what about you, love?”

She blushed. “I work in the field then do some paperwork. That’s all. Nothing that special.”

“Hm…” He thought for a moment before an idea popped into his head. “Ever thought about working for the Ministry? They could use a couple of recruits in the Auror Department. I’m sure Victoria would join as well. Training is only about three years and with your skills, I’m sure you two would be a great Aurors.”

(Y/N) smiled before sipping on her cup of coffee. ‘Only if you knew…’

~*~*~

For their next date, they went out for a walk in the park. It was cold out, so they wore their long coats and their house scarves.

“No way! You were a Hufflepuff? I thought you were a Gryffindor!” (Y/N) exclaimed as he neared their meeting spot.

Theseus smiled, “Well, hello to you too.” He then stood in front of her, ruffling her hair. “Well then, Little Miss Ravenclaw, aren’t you full of surprises?” He teased.

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “What house did you think I was in…?”

He gestured to his Hufflepuff scarf.

“If the Sorting Hat sorted me again, I’m pretty sure I’d be in Hufflepuff. If Victoria got sorted again… She’d definitely be a Slytherin.”

“Then again, you’re the feistiest Ravenclaw I’ve ever met.” Theseus teased, poking her cheek softly.

(Y/N) swatted his hand away from her face, “W-Well you’re the cockiest Hufflepuff I’ve ever met.

~*~*~

The third time they went out, they went to a fancy restaurant.

“Theseus… Where are we going?” She asked as they walked hand in hand.

“Somewhere special. I’ve been dying to take you out here for months.”

“Oh?” She asked. “What did I do to deserve this?”

He smiled as they turned the corner. “Ah, here we are!”

(Y/N) looked at the building and gasped. “Theseus… The Ritz?! This must've cost you a fortune!”

He kissed her cheek, “Anything for you.”

~*~*~

Then came their fourth date. Theseus had decided on that night, he’d make their relationship official. He would’ve done it sooner, but he’d only met her a year ago. He wanted time to get to know her and make sure it wasn’t an impulse decision. To his surprise, she agreed. So after a year-long wait, he took his chance. Nothing to lose… right?

After dinner, they decided to take a walk in the park. A last-minute plan she was not dressed for.

“You know, despite its kleptomania for shiny things, I always wanted a Niffler. They’re such interesting creatures.” She admitted.

Theseus chuckled- a sound that was now music to (Y/N)’s ears. “You sound like my brother. He’s into all that care of magical creatures stuff. Me? Not so much.”

She hummed, “I’d like to meet your brother sometime…”

“I’ll set up a date for all us to have tea when he comes back from his travels.”

“C-Can’t wait!” She stuttered as she rubbed her upper arms for warmth.

He noticed this and nonchalantly removed his coat. He draped it over her shoulders, “Sorry. It’s my fault you’re cold.”

She held the lapels of his coat, “But now you’ll get cold!”

“It looks better on you than it did me.” He gave her a playful wink.

(Y/N) gasped as she remembered a moment like that. All those years ago at Hogwarts- with Newt. Though she dismissed the thoughts of her first love. Newt wasn’t there with her. Theseus was. Newt hadn’t taken her out on those wonderful dates. Theseus had. Newt didn’t love her. Theseus did- or so she hoped.

Theseus had stopped them in front of a water fountain. The sound of trickling water and the echoes of the city filled the silence. He shoved his hands into his pockets. Were his hands always this sweaty? He took a deep breath and exhaled. It was now or never.

“Theseus, darling, A-Are you alright?” She asked, one of her hands cupping his cheek.

He hummed and leaned into her touch. Despite the cold, her hand was radiating so much warmth. He looked at her lovingly, “Yes, dear. Everything is fine.”

“(Y/N)… During my Hogwarts years, I never gave dating a second thought. And after I graduated, I immediately started working for the Ministry. Then I got sent to war. Merlin- I never want to step foot in a muggle war ever again.” He paused to make sure she was paying attention.

Her hand returned to the warmth of his coat. She nodded, giving him the okay to continue.

“And when I returned home, I was so set on returning to my duties at the Ministry. Then I met you. You wonderful, beautiful, intelligent woman. I couldn’t believe that I caught your attention. I know I’m rambling and your feet must be in pain for standing for so long, so let me ask you this.” He paused for a second. “Will you allow me to date you properly? To make this- us, official?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Theseus… I never thought you’d ask. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Full of joy, Theseus wrapped his arms around her and spun around. Their laughs mixed, composing a duet that harmonized with each other perfectly.

When he set her down, she sighed in content. “Oh, Theseus…”

He cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. “Can… Can I kiss you?”

She nodded. “Yes-”

He cut her response short, closing the gap between their lips.

•✦.✧.🔎.✧.✦•

The New Year’s season came to pass and it was the start of the 1920s. Victoria and (Y/N) transferred to the Aurors Department. Effective immediately. They loved the Investigation Department and everyone there. Must've been something serious if their transfer was immediate.

Little did they know, Theseus was the Head of the Auror department.

On the way to the meeting room, (Y/N) was ranting about the sudden change. Victoria was saying her thoughts about the matter but listened to her friend’s distress. They walked past an office and Victoria caught the nameplate on the door that read “Theseus Scamander”

Scamander? Oh-

Before Victoria could ask questions, they had gotten to the meeting room. There were other Aurors in the department. Everyone there knew each other, so Victoria and (Y/N) were the “newbies”.

Victoria turned to (Y/N), “Hey… You know that boyfriend of yours, did you by any chance get his last name?” She whispered.

(Y/N) shrugged, “No. I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Well, let me tell you-”

The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Torquil Travers, entered the room from the back entrance. “Fellow Aurors! As you all know, Grindelwald is gathering up recruits for his “For the Greater Good” revolution. All of you are here today to form up a special task force in bringing him and his organization down. Leading you in this endeavor is the new Head of Auror Office and retired War Hero, Theseus Scamander.”

A round of applause erupted, welcoming the new Head of Auror Office.

Turning towards Travers, Victoria clapped along. “I’m sure it’s not your Theseus-”

“Oh shit.” (Y/N) cursed as she saw her beloved walk through the doors.

Theseus nodded as he walked towards his new task force.

Travers patted his back, “You’ll need to choose an assistant and a communications liaison, but take your time.”

Theseus scanned the room. He knew all of the people, some he trusted, and some he didn’t. Then he saw a pair he knew all too well- but he only saw them outside of work- (Y/N) and Victoria.

(Y/N) gave a shy smile, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Victoria smirked, “You’re screwed.”

As the applause died down, Theseus announced, “I’ve already chosen the people for the positions. For my assistant, I’ll be having Miss (Y/N) (L/N).”

She blushed as she felt everyone’s eyes on her. Though slightly confused, the other Aurors in the room applauded.

Victoria leaned down again, “Try not to make too much noise in his office, eh?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to gasp, but nothing came out. “I would never!”

“And my Communications Liaison will be Miss Victoria Howard.”

(Y/N) nudged her friend, “You’re stuck with us now.”

Victoria laughed nervously, waving at everyone. “Brilliant…”

~*~*~

The three of them were in Theseus’ office. (Y/N) was pacing back and forth as Theseus was sitting at his desk and Victoria leaning against the bookshelf.

“Why me? Why another Scamander?” She groaned in agony. “How did I not know!” She muttered.

“Love, what’s the problem?” Theseus asked, slightly worried.

“You wouldn’t by any chance have a brother would you?” Victoria asked, looking at him.

“Yeah.” He replied, his attention still towards (Y/N), who was still pacing back and forth.

“About this tall?” She said, extending her arm to its highest point.

“Around there.”

“Loves magical creatures?” She asked, now crossing her arms over her chest.

“More than life itself.”

“Got expelled from Hogwarts in his sixth year?”

“Yes. Wait, how did you-”

“I figured.” She gave a curt nod before looking at her distressed friend. “Honey, you need to calm down.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and faced Victoria. Her eyes were on the verge of tears.

Victoria's expression softened as she shoved aside the blunt responses she had prepared in her mind. “Hey… Come here…” She cooed as she walked over to her with arms wide open.

(Y/N) quickly ran into Victoria’s embrace, letting the tears fall. She mumbled something into her shoulder.

“What was that, dear?” She asked softly.

(Y/N) pulled away, “I said, what am I going to tell Newt? I’ve told him that I recently got a boyfriend. How is he going to react when it’s his brother?”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “What’s it to him? He’s your best friend.” She said, emphasizing the fact that Newt was just her friend. “If it’s his brother or not, who you date is not his business.”

Theseus stood from his seat and walked over to the pair. “If it makes you feel better, we can invite him over for tea and tell him.”

(Y/N) moves from Victoria’s arms and walks over to Theseus. “I… I think I’d like that.”

•✦.✧.🔎.✧.✦•

Despite Theseus and (Y/N)’s relationship, they never let it get in the way of their work. (Y/N) had the same workload and deadlines as the others in the task force.

Victoria was still expected to represent the Ministry’s Auror department, write news releases, and coordinate the distribution of information along with her fieldwork.

Theseus randomly assigned partners in every stakeout or raid- mostly because he’d feel like he’d protect the hell out of (Y/N) if she was paired up with him all the time. (Y/N) was capable, and he knew that.

Though there are sometimes where one of them got hurt and the other can’t help but care for them.

(Y/N) had made Theseus take off his blazer and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Blood dripped from the wound caused by one of Grindelwald’s recruits. She sat on a short stool with a bucket of warm water off to the side, just within arms reach.

Theseus slouched in the chair, flinching at the slightest touches (Y/N) made with the towel. She had wiped off all the dried blood surrounding the wound. Then she started dabbing the towel ever so gently on top of it. The towel was damp and warm, but it didn’t make the pain any softer.

He grimaced as he inhaled sharply, jerking his arm away from her.

“I need to clean your wound, love” (Y/N) said, reaching over to where he moved his arm.

“But (Y/N) it hurts!” He whined.

“You’re being childish.” She replied.

“W-Well you’re not the one on the receiving end!”

“Honey, you were a soldier. I’m sure you’ve dealt with more serious wounds than this…”

“That’s because I didn’t have someone as cute as you cleaning me up.”

“Flattery won’t get your wound cleaned up.”

“Can’t you just use a spell?”

“Unlike most wizards, I like to do some things without the use of magic.”

He huffed childishly, not looking at her.

“If you didn’t move, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

Theseus grumbled, still moving his arm away.

“Theseus Scamander, hold still or so help me I will hex you!”

“I thought we didn’t allow magic in the bedroom~” He teased.

“Theseus! We’re at work!”

•✦.✧.🔎.✧.✦•

After months of asking and asking, Theseus had finally convinced Newt to come and visit him- to finally meet his girlfriend. (Y/N) had already decided on the tea so they were waiting for Newt to arrive.

As they waited, Theseus was looking over some reports as (Y/N) was leaning on his bookshelf, doing some light reading.

He sighed, setting the papers in his hand back down on his desk. Glancing over to (Y/N), he smiled, ‘She’s beautiful even when she’s reading…’

Theseus looked at her ensemble. A white long-sleeved button-up, a grey vest with a matching blazer, and dress pants. He looked at his suit- the same color scheme. Were they always matching?

He looked at her again and noticed that this time, she wore a tie with her suit, but not just any tie. A yellow and black tie- His Hufflepuff tie. Theseus smiled, “Hey (L/N), nice tie.”

(Y/N) nodded, turning the page of her book. “Yeah? I put it on this morning.” She said nonchalantly.

Theseus stood and made his way over. When he stood in front of her, he took the book from her hands and set it to the side. “Where’d you get it?”

She looked up at him. Was he always this tall? “Hogwarts. From when I went there. Duh.”

“Really? Because I remember you telling me that you were a Ravenclaw,” He said untucking the tie from under her vest. “This is clearly a Hufflepuff tie.” He held up the end of the tie in her line of view.

(Y/N) gasped. “I swear, it was an honest mistake!”

“Hmm…” He trailed off. “I kind of like seeing you in my ties. It’s cute.” He said, leaning in close.

“Thes… We’re at work… A-And your brother could walk in any minute-”

His fingers slid up the material, finally wrapping around the knot. “Yeah… But I haven’t kissed you since we left my flat…” He whispered, tugging softly as if to bring her closer.

She could feel herself leaning in close. Her lip mere millimeters away-

“Here we are! Head of Aurors Office!” Victoria said, opening the door to Theseus’ office. She and Newt walked in.

(Y/N) quickly pushed Theseus away, shoving the tie back under her vest.

“Newt!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shoving herself off the bookshelf.

“Brother!” Theseus said happily as he walked over to Newt.

There, Newt stood in a nice suit, a mustard yellow vest, and a blue overcoat. In his hand was a suitcase. The enchanted suitcase that (Y/N) had read so much about in his letters.

“Wait, when you told me in your letter that you had a boyfriend, you never told me it was my brother,” Newt said, slightly hurt.

“We meant to tell you!” Theseus said defensively.

“When? When I catch you almost snogging each other?” Newt retorted, glaring at his brother

“No! It would be over tea! Which we would be having right now…” She pouted.

“I think… I think I’d like a rain check on that…” He said as he started to back away.

“Newt! Don’t do this!” Victoria pleaded.

He finally turned around and walked to the door. When he got there, he stopped in Victoria’s line of view. Newt didn’t face her. He looked straight ahead, grip tightening on the handle of his case. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” Newt asked bitterly.

Victoria placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She opened her mouth to say something and for once, she didn’t have a blunt response or snarky remark. “It wasn’t my position to say…”

Newt scoffed. “It would’ve been nice to know beforehand,” He said before shoving her hand off and walking away from Theseus’ office. Away from his brother. Away from his friend. Away from her. Newt hadn’t seen then in so long and now that he had the chance… He just left…?

(Y/N) quickly ran after him, “Newt, wait!”

Victoria leaned against the door frame, banging the back of her head against the wood. “It’s always a Scamander…”

Theseus looked at Victoria. “Did… Did they have something?”

Victoria sighed, stopping from her current action to look at Theseus. “It’s not my position to say…”

~*~*~

In the hallway, (Y/N) finally caught up to Newt. She held onto the material of his sleeve.

“Back there,” She panted. “What was that about?”

“You… You’re dating my brother?” He asked. Stupid question, but he needed to hear it again to make sure he wasn’t imagining it.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” (Y/N) said, but her tone made it sound rude.

“Didn’t think he’d be your type…” Newt mumbled.

“And you know what my type is?” She replied, slightly offended.

“I…” Newt paused. ‘I was hoping that it’d be me.’ He thought.

(Y/N) sighed, finally letting go of his sleeve. “Look, you’re my best friend and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’ll admit that it was my fault, but I don’t want to lose you just because I’m dating your brother. I-”

“What?” Newt interrupted. “One Scamander isn’t enough? You need both of us in your life, do you? Why do you need me? You already have Theseus wrapped around your fingers.” He snapped.

“What is up with you, Newton?” She groaned in frustration. “You know what? Now is not the time. I’ll give you all the time and space you need. When you’re ready to talk about this, I’m only an owl away.” She turned to leave, but not before saying something that made Newt realize how he felt about his best friend.

“Just know that before Theseus,” She paused. “It was always you.”

#fbawtft #fbtcog #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander #fantastic beasts fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #Series: ILYMS

[softboywriting]

Opposites Attract | Shawn Mendes AU

Summary: Shawn. He is your brother’s friend, bad boy, long time crush and now, your new housemate. You’ve had it bad for him since you were a teenager, and he knows it too. There’s just one little problem, he isn’t your type. Or is he? Will Shawn prove to be more than the guy who picked fights and got in trouble or will he be the same guy you knew growing up? [bad boy] [fluff] [mild nsfw]

Word Count: 11k

|Masterlist In Bio|

The day you told your brother you needed a roommate because your old one moved in with her boyfriend, you were just intending to vent. Zack was halfway across the country going to college to be a lawyer, how was it he just happened to have someone to move in with you? It was the last thing you expected to hear from him, that he knows someone looking for a place, but you were desperate and rent was due soon.

The day Shawn shows up is one you won’t be forgetting any time soon. It was six in the morning, you had just woken up and gotten out of bed. It was a nice morning, cool, so you had the windows open while you made breakfast. The sound of birds was beautiful as you sang along to the radio on the kitchen counter. Life was good. Until the sound of a very loud motorcycle interrupted everything.

Loud engines weren’t anything new in your neighborhood. Most people had second hand cars and not all of them were the best. You live in a college town, beat up cars is the norm. But this was different because it was clearly a motorcycle and it was in your driveway causing a racket.

Before you could get to the front windows the sound stops. The engine shut off. You opened the door and that’s when you saw him. Shawn. Standing by his bike unloading a huge duffle bag that’s strapped to the back. When Zack said he had a friend coming to meet you about the roommate offer, you didn’t expect him to bring his stuff. In fact you didn’t remember Zack telling you which friend it was.

Shawn turned and smiled at you, a hand raised in greeting. Your heart stopped. Of all of Zack’s friends, it had to be Shawn that needed a place to stay. Shawn, the guy who picked fights with everyone in school. Shawn, the one who stole a car with Zack when they were sixteen and drove it into your neighbor’s pond. Shawn, the one who bought you your first shot when you turned nineteen and then knocked out your boyfriend for flirting with some girl at the club you were at. Granted the last one was well deserved and Gauge, your ex, was an asshole. But it just had to be him. The one person you have a history of feelings for.

You couldn’t believe you were staring him down on your front porch after all this time. All six foot and three inches of muscle, tattoos, piercings, perfect wavy brown hair and a photo ready smile. He was a handsome, problematic son of a bitch and you were playing with fire the moment you let him into the house.  

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One month. It’s one month of living with Shawn before he asks if you have a boyfriend. You’re in the bathroom, the door is open, and you’re washing your face. It’s just a normal Tuesday night and he just pops the question.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

He’s leaning against the door frame oh so casually, arms crossed in his black tank top that shows off his full sleeve of tattoos going up to his shoulder. He’s huge, way bigger than you remember him being and you think it’s definitely because he’s bulked up. You couldn’t imagine being on the receiving end of a punch from him when you were back in high school, you definitely couldn’t imagine it now.

“Uh, no.” You turn to look at him with your face scrub smeared across your face. “Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Why?”

Shawn shrugs and you aren’t buying it.

“You looking to knock someone out? Because that’s what you did to my last boyfriend.”

He chuckles and leans his head on the door. “Gauge was a dick. You really haven’t dated since you were nineteen?”

“Oh I’ve dated.” You rinse your face and grab your moisture. “I just haven’t had a boyfriend, like a long term relationship.”

“So you’ve had hook ups?”

“Dates.” You level your eyes and pull away your hairband keeping your hair out of your face. “Hook ups imply sex.”

Shawn follows you as you walk out of the bathroom and head for the kitchen. He’s like a puppy on your heels and you can’t help but feel like he is asking all these questions for a reason.

“So you haven’t gotten laid in a while?”

“Shawn!”

“What?” He raises his hands in defense and walks back against the counter. He crosses his arms and smirks. The audacity. “We’re adults. Sex is an adult topic.”

“I’m not talking about my sex life with you.” You sigh and open the fridge to find something to make for a late dinner. You had worked over time, picking up a half shift for a friend who had to pick up her sick kid at daycare.

“You’re such a goody two shoes.”

“And you’re a nosy Nancy.”

Shawn rolls his eyes and runs a hand over his hair. “Curiosity is not nosiness.”

“Arguable. Why do you want to know anyway? Why are you curious?”

He shrugs. “We live together. I just thought I’d get to know you a little better. It’s been a few years since we really talked.”

You pull a pack of chicken from the fridge and walk around him to grab a cutting board. “Well, I’m pretty much the same person.” You look at him and give him a once over. He doesn’t fail to notice. “It seems you are too.”

“Yeah? What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m not going to hook up with you. You’re my brother’s friend and even if you weren’t, you aren’t my type.”

Shawn scoffs and grabs a banana from the fruit basket behind him. “And what is your type?”

“Good boys.” You quip, walking around him again to put your chicken in a pan.

He chuckles and remains quiet. You’re shocked.  That’s what it took to shut him up huh? You feel like this isn’t the end of this conversation. Shawn wasn’t one to relent so easily. And while he wasn’t your usual type of guy you might flirt with, you’d be damned if you said he didn’t pique your interest.

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It’s pouring rain the day you lock yourself out of the house. A week ago your washer took a shit and you’ve worn everything in your closet. You packed everything up that morning and took it to your parents house half an hour away. You decide to drive home at the first signs of a storm, your mom saying she would finish up your laundry for you if you wanted to pick it up tomorrow.

By the time you pull in the driveway, it’s pouring rain and thunder is rumbling across the sky. Shawn’s bike is parked under the eve of the side of the house with a tarp over it. You hurry out of the car and up to the front door. You scramble to find your house key on your keyring and realize it’s not there. You loaned it to Shawn when he lost his keys a week ago. He found his eventually but he didn’t give you back yours.  

“Shawn!” You yell, pounding on the door. “Shawn let me in!”

The wind picks up and you shiver, pulling your jacket across your chest in an attempt to keep some of your body heat in. There is no response from inside the house. You press the doorbell relentlessly and start pounding again.

The lock clicks and the door opens to a soaking wet Shawn in a towel. “What the fu-”

“About time!” You push past him and into the house, water dripping off every inch of your body. “I need my house key back by the way.”

Shawn closes the door and turns to face you. “I’m sorry?”

You push your hair back out of your face and stare at him. He’s just as soaked as you but for a much better reason. There’s water running off the end of his nose and you can’t help but stare at his piercing. He’s got a ring in it today instead of his usual stud. It’s hot. Way too hot.

A grin spreads across his face and he licks some water off his lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You snap out of your daze and remember that you’re drenched. “Give me my key when you’re done showering.”

“Yes ma'am.” He saunters past you, winking as he pushes his hair back. It’s so cliche but god damn did it work. You were fucked for him.

Fifteen minutes later and you walk into the kitchen to start some lunch. Shawn is already in there, sitting at the table looking at something on his phone. He’s still half naked, just wearing a pair of his running pants. You wish he wasn’t in there though because you are in clothes you usually reserved for men you were trying to get into bed with.

All of your clothes were at your parents house. Literally everything but one pink nightie like tank top and a pair of silky black shorts. You can’t help the flush that rises on your cheeks as you turn away from his gaze to start making a sandwich.

“That’s an awful pretty outfit for making lunch in.”

You won’t turn and look at him. You know he’s right behind you now. “Yeah well, all my clothes are at my parents house.”

“I have clothes you can wear.”

Good point. But you weren’t going to ask him for clothes. You didn’t want to smell like him and have thoughts of him being all over you. God no. This was bad enough, having him stand behind you and chat about your lingerie.

“It’s fine. I’m already wearing them.”

You see his arm, tattoos all up the forearm, before you feel his body against your back. He’s hot, in every sense of the word. He reaches up to get something overhead in the cupboard and he is so obvious. This is so painfully intentional it hurts.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying your best to sound completely neutral.

“Getting a bowl for cereal.”

He leans forward, on his tiptoes no doubt as he presses flush against you, pressing you into the counter. He’s so big and so…fuck…you push back against him in an attempt to get him to move off of you but it ends up resulting in him dropping his head to your ear.

“You wanna do that again?” He purrs, free hand coming up and grabbing your hip.

Your body heats up, flushing from head to toe as he stands there’s waiting for your answer. You are so hot and so turned on you’re glad he can’t see your face.  

Shawn lowers his cereal bowl from the cupboard and places it in front of you with a chuckle. “I might not be your type but I definitely turn you on.” He slides his hand over your stomach and places a kiss behind your ear. “I know you think about me, and it’s okay, I think about you too.” He gives your hip a little squeeze and steps back with his bowl.

Immediately you miss his heat, but it’s fine because you generated enough of your own to melt the polar ice caps. You let your shoulders fall as you stare blankly at the sandwich fixings on the counter before you. You can hear him idly making a bowl of cereal behind you and you just…can’t turn around yet. You can’t face him. He absolutely knows you’re completely fucked for him and he is going to play it to his advantage.

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Shawn is surprisingly well behaved for the next week. He doesn’t flirt with you or anything. The most he says that’s outside of a normal conversation is that he likes your outfits for work. There’s no insinuation to the compliments, it’s just him genuinely telling you that you look nice.

Saturday night a few friends invite you out for drinks at a club in downtown for your friend Trisha’s birthday. They ask you to bring Shawn after meeting him one day when he brought you your lunch you had left on the counter at home. You know the girls just wanna oggle him and that’s fine, Shawn is definitely a gorgeous guy.

The lot of you get to the club and post up in a booth on the outside of the dance floor. You and Shawn sit beside each other facing Trisha and her boyfriend Oliver while your other two friends Kate and Macy head to the bar to get drinks.  

“You wanna go dance?” Trisha asks you, leaning her head on Oliver’s shoulder. “I love this song!”

You scoot out of the booth and Shawn has ahold of your shirt. You glance back and he releases you, looking away. Did he not want you to leave him?

“What’s wrong Shawn?” You ask loudly over the music and he shakes his head.

“Nothing. Go have fun!”

Trisha drags you away, giggling as some bass boosted Taylor Swift song starts to play. Kate and Macy join the two of you and together you guys dance and sip your drinks.  

Time passes quickly while you’re having fun. Songs start to blend together, bodies in never ending motion as you completely let go of all your worries for a few hours. You’re sweaty, drunk, a total mess as you walk up to the bar for a glass of water. You may be at your limit but you know you still need water.  

Shawn is sitting at the end of the bar, chatting with some girl with long blonde hair. You catch his eye and he looks past the girl to you. She doesn’t seem to notice and you can tell by the way her very animated story is still going on. Suddenly your view is blocked by a guy in a black shirt that smells like cheap cologne.

“Hey sweetheart,” the guy purrs, leaning against the bar.

“Hi.” You turn to face the bartender who’s got his back turned while making a drink.

“I saw you dancing out there. You look like you know how to move.”

“I do. I learned to walk when I was a baby.” You deadpan, trying to give this guy a hint that you aren’t interested.

He laughs, as if you told an actual joke. “You’re a tough one huh? I love feisty girls.”

“I bet you do.” You push away from the bar to go join Macy and Kate. The guy’s hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls you back.

“I wasn’t done talking to you.”

You jerk your arm away and rub your wrist. “Don’t touch me, and I was done talking to you, so step off.”

The guy steps toward you and suddenly you’re staring at the back of Shawn’s head. He has stepped between you and the douchebag. “The lady doesn’t seem interested, why don’t you move on?”

“Why don’t you mind your business pretty boy.”

Shawn chuckles and you’re all too familiar with that particular laugh of his. It meant bad news for whoever he was chatting with. “You should really just leave her alone.”

“Fuck you gonna do about it?” The guy shoves Shawn and you step back to avoid getting knocked over.  

“Shawn don’t,” you mutter as if he was going to hear you over the music.

Before you can manage to actually say something loud enough for either guy to hear, Shawn’s arm is pulled back and he’s punching the guy in the face. The guy reels back, catching himself on the bar and people nearby start to gasp and clear away. Security steps in just as the guy lunges for Shawn.

You back away and go back to Macy and Kate. They’re both totally wasted and Trisha is at the booth with Oliver making out. You aren’t sober yourself and you don’t know what to do. You don’t want to watch Shawn fight and you sure as hell don’t want to get kicked out for getting involved. You watch from across the dancefloor as security drags both of the men outside and you grab your purse off the booth seat. You don’t bother telling anyone you’re leaving, you were just going to take a cab anyways since Oliver started drinking and he was meant to be the designated driver.

Once outside you see Shawn by his bike, wiping his face with the back of his arm. You go over to him and he looks at you as he swings his leg over the seat of the bike.

“What the hell was that about?”

“That guy was harassing you.”

“I would have been fine. I’ve dealt with assholes before.”

Shawn rolls his eyes. In the lights of a passing car you can see blood on his face, smeared from his nose no doubt. “Yeah well, he shouldn’t have grabbed you. That’s a red flag that he will do much worse given the opportunity.”

You fold your arms over your chest and look away. “I would have been fine.”

“Yeah, maybe so. But what about the next girl he preyed on if you got away?” Shawn kicks the bike to life and gets himself steadied. “You want a ride home?”

“No. I’ll call a cab.”

“Suit yourself.”

He pulls out onto the street and you watch as he takes off, the engine growing ever distant. You call a cab and wait, sitting on the edge of the street. Fights like this is why Shawn wasn’t exactly your type. Why he couldn’t be someone you got into a relationship with. It’s been four years since you saw him before he showed up ready to move in and he really was the same guy. You can’t believe you let yourself get involved with him, at least you didn’t let it go too far yet. You could still keep your distance. Maybe.

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Shawn doesn’t come home for a week after the fight at the club. You have no idea where he’s staying or if he comes home while you’re at work. He hasn’t called or texted you and his bedroom door remains ever open. You did try calling and texting him several times but to no avail. You can’t figure out what went wrong, what happened. You think maybe it has something to do with the fight at the club but he didn’t seem to care if you were mad at him about it so you dismiss that as a reason.  Your other worry is that he’s in jail for some reason, for what, you have no clue.

Friday you walk out of the laundry room, the landlord had called a guy to fix the washer a few days ago, and you see Shawn standing in the kitchen with his back to you.

“You came home.”

He turns and you drop your laundry basket. He has a little black ring in his lip. That was definitely new. And he also has a butterfly bandage on his eyebrow that makes you think he may have gotten into another fight.

“Are you okay?” He chuckles, walking over to you and crouching down to help you gather the laundry you’ve dumped everywhere.

You just gawk at him, eyes fixed on his lip. It’s so hot. You didn’t think he could be sexier but God you were so fucking wrong. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Where were you?”

“I was staying at a friend’s.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I needed some time to think. Sorry, I just…I needed to get away.”

You reach out and touch his eyebrow. There’s a cut leading up into his hairline from it. “Are you okay?”

“That?” He touches over your fingers and you pull away. “I stood up too fast at work. The car I was under wasn’t as raised as I thought.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…I’m kind of a clutz I guess.”

“You? Never.” You smirk and he smiles as he stands and passes you the laundry basket. “How about the lip ring?”

“You like it?” He moves it with his tongue. “My friend Casey did it for me.”

“It’s… different.”

He grins and you flush, breaking eye contact. “You like it don’t you?”

“It’s dumb.”

“Uh huh.” He bumps your basket to get your attention and your eyes snap to him and his eyes soften. “Do you like it though, for real?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “It’s nice. I’m glad your home.”

“I’m glad to be home.”

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Waking up to the smell of sausage is a treat. You never have time anymore to make breakfast that is more than a bowl of cereal or a microwaved breakfast sandwich. So when you wake up and the house smells like breakfast back home, you almost cry.

You wander into the kitchen, expecting your mom to be making waffles on her old griddle and sausages in her cast iron pan. No. You get something entirely better. It’s Shawn.

A sleepy, messy haired, glasses wearing Shawn standing at the stove in a worn to hell tee shirt and jogging pants. He’s looks incredible, like an angel in your kitchen.

“Hey you,” he grins, turning to look at you. “Good morning.”

“What’s all this?”

“Breakfast.”

“Breakfast?”

“And an apology.” He sighs softly. “For fighting and not coming home.”

You didn’t expect that. Not from him. “It’s okay, you’re home now.”

You walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter beside him. He’s got eggs in one pan and little sausage patties in the other. Not just cooking but multi tasking. Wow. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I can get by.”

“It smells amazing.”

Shawn flips his eggs and looks over at you. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Over easy is fine. Soft yolks are fine but hard whites are a must.” You watch as he moves easily from pan to pan, checking the food before taking it out and serving it on two plates with toast he had already made.

“I saw Gauge yesterday.” Shawn says as he sits down with you at the dining table. “He brought his car into the shop.”

“Yeah? Still a piece of shit?”

“Yeah.” Shawn laughs around his toast. “He said he was looking for you.”

“What? Why?”

Shawn shrugs. “Dunno. I told him you left town years ago.”

You take a bite of sausage and sigh. “I know what he wants. He thinks he can get me back. He messaged me on Facebook a few weeks ago but I blocked him. He was on some bullshit about how he’s a new man.” You roll your eyes. “Like he was ever a ‘real man’. What a joke.”

“I know you aren’t really looking for anyone right now so I just wanted to steer him away, and he’s an asshole.”

“I’m not looking for anyone? Who said that?”

He pushes his remaining breakfast around on his plate and clears his throat. “N-no one said anything. I just sort of figured since you haven’t had anyone around since I moved in and stuff.”

“I haven’t had anyone around because you moved in. You’re hard to explain.”

He snorts.

“Come on. Seriously. Can you imagine going to a girl’s place and there’s this fit, tattooed and pierced guy living with her? Wouldn’t you be suspicious?”

“You have a point. So it’s my fault you haven’t been dating?”

“Well… Not completely.”

“Not completely?”

“It’s whatever.” You finish your food and take your plate to the sink. “Thank you for breakfast. It was really good.”

“Of course and…if you need to talk about…y'know stuff, I’m here.”

“Thanks Shawn.”

“Anytime.”

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“Do you remember that place we used to go camping with our families?” Shawn asks one day while helping you clean up the kitchen. It’s chore day and the two of you have been scouring the house top to bottom for hours.

“The spot at Summit Park?”

“Yeah! I couldn’t remember the name of the place. I had a dream about it last night. Do you remember when me and Zack caught that massive catfish up there?”

“Ohmygod yeah!” You rinse the sink and turn to face him. “I haven’t been there forever.”

“Let’s go then.” Shawn tosses his cleaning rag in the sink and peels his dirty shirt off over his head. Jesus Christ you could see him shirtless a thousand times and you’d never get used to it.

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s fun. Let’s get out of the house, get away from town for a few hours. We need a break anyways.”

“Okay…yeah…let’s do it.” You head to your room to change into something that isn’t your old sweats and holey tee shirt.

You meet Shawn outside and you stop when you see he’s on his bike instead of waiting by your car. He’s even got an extra helmet sitting on the seat. Oh no. Oh hell no.

“Come on,” Shawn grins, patting the seat in front of him.

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“I am not getting on that death trap with you.”

He climbs off and stands before you with your helmet tucked under his arm.  "When are you going to trust me?“

"When I lose my mind.”

“Oh come on.” He sets the helmet on your head and the buckles dangle beside your face. “You know I would never hurt you.”

“It’s so dangerous,” you eye the black and silver bike warily. “What if we crash?”

“Honey I’ve been driving this thing since I was eighteen. I think I know how to handle it. Besides, were just going to Summit. It’s all highway and dirt roads the whole way there.”

“There’s no seat belts.”

Shawn lifts your arms up and swings them a little. “Got'em right here. You hold onto to me.”

You groan. Part of you swore years ago you would never get on a motorcycle. They’re dangerous and unstable. There was something terrifying about driving at high speeds with no seat belts or enclosure that put you on edge. But there is also part of you that wants to do it because it’s Shawn. It’s Shawn and you actually do trust him.

“Okay.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Lets go before I change my mind.”

Shawn smirks. “I knew I could get you to do it!”

You regret everything immediately. Shawn is a jerk. A complete jerk. The second the two of you get out on the seemingly endless highway that leaves town he kicks the bike into high gear and starts flying down the open road. You have to hold on for dear life as he approaches what you assume to be a hundred miles per hour.

You close your eyes, grip him like he’s all you have left in this world, and wait for it to end. You feel the bike jerk, Shawn changing lanes around a car no doubt and you make the mistake of opening your eyes. A red car passes in a blur and for some reason your brain convinces you to look forward in response. Regret. Big mistake.

Shawn is in the middle of a cluster of cars and trucks. He’s weaving in and out, not slowing down for a second. The back end of a semi approaches rapidly and you dig your nails into his jacket and let out a scream. As soon as you’re sure you’re going to become a human version of a fly splattered on the back of the semi’s doors; Shawn is turning, jetting over in front of a car and taking off, speeding up to whatever you assume is the bike’s max speed.

There are no other cars as far as you can see, just open road, trees and farmland. Shawn is laughing. You can feel it in your chest. He lets out a loud yell, tilting his head back and just hollering into the vast emptiness, adrenaline coursing through his veins no doubt.

Ten more minutes of rumbling, rushing, wind whistling agony and Shawn finally starts slowing down. He turns at the sign that says Summit Park and you can’t even yell at him. Not yet. You’re still reeling, heart pounding from his little stunt.

Shawn kills the bike and you stay frozen against his back. He puts his hands over yours and you just aren’t quite ready to unpeel yourself from him. Your hands are stiff, fingers dug into his jacket.

“We stopped.” He pats your hands. “Hey, you okay back there?”

“You’re a jerk,” you whisper into his back. “A huge, metric fuck ton of a jerk.”

He chuckles. “You lived though.”

“Barely.” You peel yourself away from him and he gets off, leaving you sitting on the bike. “I’m never riding with you again.”

“Why? Because you got a little scared?”

“Because you almost killed us! You were weaving in and out of traffic like a mainiac!”

“It was fun! I was completely in control the whole time. I thought you trusted me.”

You pull off your helmet and set it over the handles. “I trust you enough. That was…that was…you didn’t give me any warning.”

He steps forward and takes your hands. “I’m sorry.” He looks down and you can tell he’s serious. “I just thought it’d be fun to get you a little adrenaline high.”

“Just…warn me next time.”

A smile spreads across his face and he gives you that troublemaker look. “Next time huh?”

“Shut up.” You drop his hands and shove him a little.

“You liked it!”’ He wraps his arms around your waist and spins your around as you squeal. “No, you loved it didn’t you?” He sets you down and kisses your head, making your heart stop.

“You’re pushing it.”

“I’ll keep pushing it.” He purrs and steps away toward the camping area. “Come on, let’s go explore.”

You shake your head and follow after him. Sure you’d been scared to death but part of it was fun, the adrenaline rush was unlike any other. What was he doing to you? Ugh.

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Shawn sits on the dock beside you and passes you a bottle. It’s definitely not water and you raise your eyebrows at him. “Really? Day drinking?”

“It’s just a little bit. You seem tense.”

“Have you already drank some?”

“Not yet.”

“You aren’t going to drink and drive.” You set the bottle on the opposite side of your lap out of his immediate reach. “I’m fine, and I’m not having any alcohol. Where’d you even have this?”

“In my bag on the back of the bike.”

You sigh.

“Come on.” He bumps against your side. “We don’t work tomorrow, we could just stay out here and get away from our boring lives for a few hours. I’ll rent a cabin for us.”

“But I didn’t bring any clothes? And what about food? We can’t just go camping impromptuly.”

Shawn reaches around your back and grabs the bottle. He opens it and takes a drink much to your protest. “We can if I can’t drive us home.”

“Shawn!”

He takes another drink and smirks at you.

“I can’t believe you.” You lay back on the dock and stare at the sky. “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Nah, it’s not even in the top ten.” He sets the bottle down and gets up. “Stay here, I’m going to go to the ranger station and pay for a cabin.”

You close your eyes. How on earth did you manage to let him rope you into this situation? You never should have agreed to ride on that bike with him. Now you’re stuck out in the middle of nowhere on an impromptu camping trip. He was going to pay for this.  

A few hours pass and the sun begins to set on the lake. Shawn had gotten a cabin close to the water and some food from the ranger station. You forgot they had a little store in there for campers who forgot things. You and Shawn spent the majority of the last few hours hiking in the woods and looking for firewood while chatting about the good old days when your families and some other family friends would all come out twice a year for a week long camping trip. It’s not going as bad as you thought it would and you are actually having a good time reliving your youth.

You’ve gotten a fire started in the little pit outside the cabin and you and Shawn are sitting around it eating your pop tarts and trail mix he picked up. The sun is almost below the horizon and you can feel the temperature drop a bit. It’s chilly and Shawn comes over and puts his leather jacket around you.

“Remember the first time we kissed?” He asks as he sits on the log beside you.

“What?” You laugh, looking over at him. He looks so good in the glow of the fire light. It dances off his eyes and the ring in his lip. Fuck he looks incredible. “We’ve never kissed.”

“Oh yes we have. You don’t remember? It was here.”

“What are you talking about? How much of that bottle have you drank?”

He stokes the fire with the big stick you found earlier behind the cabin. “Wow. I’m hurt you don’t remember. It was probably the second to last time we all came up here. I think it was right before graduation.”

“When you snuck that bottle of jack daniels from your dad’s liquor cabinet?”

“Yeah, and all of us kids sat around the fire after our parents went to bed and passed it around.”

You laugh. “Yeah, that was the first time I ever had alcohol. God it was so gross.”

Shawn smiles at you. “You were only like sixteen right?”

“Yeah, almost seventeen. You were such a bad influence.”

“Hey, I just brought the booze. I didn’t make you drink. Anyway, we were all playing truth or dare remember?”

“Oh God yeah. I remember! That’s when Derek kissed me because I fessed up to never having been kissed!”

Shawn’s face falls. “It wasn’t Derek.”

“What? Yes it was. Derek was sitting next to me and you were over by Kelsey and Kaley and they were all over you because you had just gotten that tattoo on your forearm.”

“Yeah but when Derek got up to piss or something I came over and grabbed the bottle and sat down. And why do you remember that the girls were all over me? You jealous?”

“Fuck no.” You roll your eyes. You were at the time of course. “And I didn’t realize you came over.”

“Yeah I came over and we started truth or dare. You confessed to never having been kissed and like an idiot I said I’d fix that and you said okay and I kissed you. I shouldn’t have because you were really out of it and that was no way to have a first kiss.”

“I-” you shake your head. “That makes sense actually. Because I asked Derek about it a few weeks later and he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. I guess it wasn’t acting.”

“Yeah so…”

“So…now what?”

“We can get in the lake? Go for a swim? I’m not even remotely tired yet.”

“You’re out of your mind.” You look over at the calm waters of the lake in the cool evening air. “It’s too chilly for swimming. It’s nearly November.”

“Nah.” Shawn stands up and pulls his shirt over his head.  

“No, oh my God. You are not going out there!”

Shawn smirks. “The hell I ain’t. Are you coming with? Or are you a little chicken shit?”

“I am not a chicken shit!”

He pulls his belt off and tosses it aside, going for the fly of his jeans and getting them ready to push down. “Prove it.”

“No! I’m not getting in that water.”

“Chicken.” He tugs his jeans off and heads for the lake. His big form is illuminated by the soft moonlight and you can’t help but stare. How was it that he looked good in the dark? How was that a thing?

You follow him down to the dock and stand there with your arms crossed as he lowers himself onto the wood slats. “Go on, get in.”

He sticks his feet in. “Oh yeah, that’s chilly.”

“You aren’t gonna do it. Drop the tough guy act.”

“Oh I’m gonna do it.”

You roll your eyes and turn to go back to the cabin. “I’m going back to the campfire. If you need me I’ll be-”

Your foot catches a loose plank and suddenly you’re not on your feet and all you can see is darkness followed by cool water flooding into your nose and seeping into your bones. You surface, body cold as hell and you look around for Shawn.

“Are you okay?!”

You whip around, desperately treading water to stay afloat. “What the fuck am I supposed to wear to bed now?” You shout, as it’s the only thing that comes to mind after you register that you aren’t dying.

“I have spare clothes in my pack on the bike.” Shawn says as he gets closer. “I’m more worried about you. Are you okay? What happened?”

“One minute I was on the dock and then I tripped and here I am!”

Shawn gets closer and you grab on to his arm. “Easy, damn you’re gonna leave bruises.”

“I can’t stand up.” You kick your legs tiredly. You hadn’t been swimming in ages, you were not cut out for it. “It’s too deep.”

“Oh. Fuck.” Shawn grabs on to you and you float against him. He’s not moving which means he’s just standing on the bottom of the lake where it’s shallower. Must be nice.

“Can we just get out? It’s cold.”

“Yeah. Hold on to me.”

You wrap your legs around his waist and he puts one arm around your back as he heads for the shore. The water gets lower and lower as Shawn walks up the sandy shore line until you’re fully up on the land. He doesn’t put you down though, no, he just carries you effortlessly to the campfire.

“I’m f-freezing.” You double over in front of the fire and Shawn goes to his bike. He returns with a pair of boxers and a tank top.

“This Is all I have. Let’s go in and get you out of these clothes. I’m sure there’s a blanket in the cabin.”

The next hour or so you spend curled into Shawn while wearing his boxers and tank top with his leather jacket around you. The cabin had no blankets and only a large fold out camping cot to sleep on. It was no surprise though, the cabins are basically just a rustic shelter from the elements with a working sink and toilet.  

“I’m sorry I brought you out here.” Shawn says softly, petting your hair back. “You must be miserable.”

“No. It’s been an adventure.” You curl into his chest and he presses as closes as he can for you to get warm. “I know it sucks that I fell in and I’m cold now but it’s not your fault. You were just trying to get me to have some fun, do something totally different.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Can I ask something totally unrelated?”

“Sure.”

“You said you don’t date because of me and other reasons. What’s the other reasons?”

You close your eyes and sigh softly. “I just don’t like dating to be honest. I’m over playing games with people. Phone tag, social media prowling, do you like me or don’t you? Hook up or more? I just want something stable, something permanent.”

“Something serious.”

“Yes. Exactly. Something serious. I’m ready to settle down, maybe have a kid before I’m too old.”

Shawn squeezes you tight. “I get that. I think I’m at that point too, wanting something serious that is.”

“Yeah.” You yawn. “Maybe someday we’ll figure it out.”

He chuckles and settles his hand in your hair. “Maybe.”

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A week has passed since the camping trip and you and Shawn have been spending a lot more time together. The two of you regularly eat dinner together, make each other breakfast and even go on jogs sometimes. So the night that some heavy storms roll in, you aren’t surprised that Shawn joins you on the couch when you can’t sleep.

“How’s it going?”

“Fine?” You look over at him and he puts his arm around your shoulders. “I just can’t sleep.”

“Are you still afraid of storms?”

“I’m not afraid.” You mumble, turning up the TV over the sound of thunder rumbling outside.

Shawn chuckles. “You’re definitely a little afraid of storms.”

“I just don’t like all the noise.”

“Uh huh.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and he runs his hand through your hair. The two of you sit in silence, watching the baking show rerun on TV.

“What’s it like?” You ask suddenly, brain wandering off and thinking about Shawn’s piercings.

“Hmm?”

“Your lip ring. Doesn’t it bother you when you talk or eat?”

“Not really.”

“No? I’d think it’d get in the way.”

Shawn turns your head to look at him and you swallow hard. “You want to know what it feels like, don’t you?”

“What? No?”

“Mmhmm. You were thinking about how it’d feel against your lips.” He leans in and you let out a little whimper. “You like to stare at my lips don’t you?”

“N-no.” You look down, his nose ring the only thing you can see he is so close. “I wasn’t…I don’t…”

Shawn presses his lips to yours and you close your eyes, balling your hands in the comforter on your lap. He pulls back just enough to talk. “Did it feel weird?”

You shake your head.

“Want me to do it again?”

You nod.

He leans back in and kisses you again, this time with a little more force. His hand finds its way into your hair and he licks at your lip. You give in and let him explore your mouth. He’s eager, tasting you and teasing his tongue against yours. He pulls your lip between his teeth you feel his lip ring bump against your bottom right fang tooth as he goes back in to stroke your tongue with his and you pull back.

“What’s wrong?” He purrs, eyes half lidded as he chases your lips with little barely touching kisses and nips.

“We can’t be doing this.”

“Says who?”

“Me. You’re…you’re not the type of guy I want to get involved with. I told you I’m looking for something serious.”

Shawn twists his fingers around in your hair, mouth still only centimeters from yours. “And I told you I am too. I’ll be your good boy.” He breathes into your mouth and bumps his nose with yours, eyes pleading. “Give me a chance?”

“I know you Shawn.”

“And I know you.” He presses his forehead to yours. “Please?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Shawn grins and toys with his lip ring with his tongue. “I’m gonna be a such a good boy for you. Just you wait.”

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Tuesday morning you find yourself in the backroom of the library where you work. Usually you work on the main floor but today you’re in the archives with some of the restoration crew. Your job is fairly simple, clean, dust, sort. That’s all. It’s extremely important though. Without a librarian like you, books would be everywhere and no one would be able to find anything.

You stand before one of the large metal shelves, returning books on ancient pharaohs that some researcher was using for his work. Some of the books are so old they have to be stored in air tight bags after each use to prevent further deterioration.

To your left you see something move. Just out of the corner of your eyes, a quick flash of darkness and then it’s gone. You figure it’s probably Kate looking for something.

You look back down at the book in your hands and sigh. Secrets of the Ancient Tomb of Cleopatra. You flip it open and suddenly there are hands covering your eyes.  

“Hello?!” You reach back, patting at the body behind you.

“Guess who,” Shawn purrs in your ear and you turn around.

“What’re you doing in here?!”

“Macy let me in.” He smirks. “I just gave her a smile and she was like putty in my hands.”

“Of course you did. Why are you here?”

He leans against the shelf opposite you. “I brought you some lunch.”

“You… brought me lunch?”

“Your favorite.” He grins. “Chicken parmesan from Alfredo’s Kitchen.”

You almost start drooling at the thought of it. It was seriously the best thing you had ever eaten but it was so expensive you rarely got to eat there. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Ah, c'mon.” He steps forward and cups your face in his hands. “It’s nice to get spoiled now and then.”

“You’re trying to sway me.” You narrow your eyes. “You’re buttering me up.”

“Maybe just a teensy bit?” He plays with his lip ring and you stare at it. “I don’t need to butter you up too much though do I?”

“Oh shut up.” You shove him back and he laughs. “Where’s this lunch then?”

“Up front with Macy.” He points to the doors to the main floor of the library. “And there’s another thing. Just something for you.”

You narrow your eyes and head for doors. He follows you out but when you get to the front desk to turn and say something he’s gone. On the desk there is a small floral arrangement of pink roses and little white flowers. The son of a bitch was playing with your heart strings now. He knew pink roses were your favorite, god, he was infuriating.

“You’re so lucky.” Macy sighs, face in the roses. “I wish I had a man like that.”

“He’s not my man.” You grab the take out box of food from Macy’s outstretched hands. “He’s…he’s complicated.”

“It always is with those types.”

“Macy.”

She laughs and sinks down in her chair. “Can I keep the roses on the desk?”

“Sure. I’m going to lunch.”

“I’ll let Kate know. Have fun!”

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“Pink roses huh?” You ask yourself as you open the front door carrying your vase of roses. Shawn was something else.

“Hey honey,” Shawn purrs as you walk into the kitchen. It’s smells incredible, like sauteed garlic and herbs.

“Are you seriously cooking dinner for me? And don’t call me honey.”

Shawn walks around the kitchen island and takes the roses, setting them aside before taking your hands in his. He’s got his glasses on, hair a mess, and he’s wearing your pink cat printed apron. It’s too cute.

“I’m making dinner for both of us, not just you.”

“Shawn. You don’t need to do all this just to get me to give you a chance.”

“You don’t like good boy Shawn?”

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t fall for good boy Shawn.”

His whole demeanor changes and he drops the good boy act, walking you back against the counter. “You fell for me huh?” He bites his lip as he looks you over. “You made your decision a long time ago, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t.”

“You did. Don’t lie, I know you.” He runs his hand up your side. “You’ve wanted me since you were a teenager.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, looking down but he tilts your chin up. “You’re the worst.”

He chuckles and leans in, nose bumping yours. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You swallow thickly. He’s not. You’ve had it bad for him since you were about fourteen years old. He had it all. The looks, the attitude, an air of mystery and a bad boy reputation. He was exactly the kind of guy you didn’t need, but you wanted so bad. You’ve had it with good boys.

You run your hand up his tattoo covered arm and over his shoulder. “I…I wanna take it slow if we do this.”

“Yes ma'am.” He grins, leaning in and you pull your head back.

“I mean it.”

“I know. You call the shots.”

“Good. And one more thing-”

“You talk too much.” He grabs the hair at the base of your neck and brings you in for a heated kiss. It’s just as good if not better than the first one and he has you whimpering for him. Never did you think you would be coming undone in the hands of the one man you pined after forever.

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Friday you get home early, walk into the house and drop your purse by the door. Shawn is home for sure, his boots are in the shoe tray. It’s unusual he’d be home before you, especially since you’re home early as it is.

“Shawn?” You call out as you wander toward the living room. “Did you come home ea-”

You get to the entryway of the kitchen to the living room and see Shawn. He’s pacing the living room and has his phone up to his ear.

“I can’t do that.” He stops and stares at the blank tv. “You know why I can’t.”

You lean against the wall and eavesdrop. It sounds like a pretty serious call.

“Yeah I remember. I’m not stopping by.” He starts pacing again. “You know why I don’t want to. It’ll look bad and I’m not about that anymore. I’m serious.”

You raise your eyebrows. What was going to look bad?

“Stacy, I know we talked about this.” He drops his voice. “I’m not doing that anymore. That’s final. We broke up a year ago, let it go. I’m moving on.” He shakes his head. “Yes I’m with her. No, you’re not going to change my mind.”

You feel a wave of jealousy washes over you and churn your stomach. He was on the phone with an ex girlfriend and it definitely sounds like she’s trying to get him to come over for a booty call. You don’t really want to hear anymore and you walk across the living room to go to your room.

Shawn turns as you cross the living room and calls out to you. You ignore him and go to your room, closing the door.

“Hey,” Shawn pushes your door open a minute later and you turn to face him.

“What?”

“I’m gonna go out for a few minutes. Are you alright? You seemed pissed or something.”

“I’m fine.” You quip. You can’t believe he’s actually going to go over to her house when he just said he wasn’t going to. Wow. Just wow. Your heart hurts, you thought he was better than this.

“What’s your problem?”

You cross your arms and let out a disgusted laugh. “Nothing.”

He crosses the room and stares you down. “No. What’s your problem?”

“Why would I have a problem? Go do whatever you’re going to do.”

“Oh cut the shit. You were listening to me weren’t you?”

You shrug. “I heard you on the phone. I dunno what’s going on.”

Shawn crosses his arms. “I’m not going over to Stacy’s if that’s what you think.”

“Okay? Not like I care. You’re an adult.”

“Oh my God you’re infuriating.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let me clear the air here. Stacy and I used to be together. We broke up. Then it became this weird booty call thing but I am done with that. I’m done. I don’t want you to think I’m gonna sleep around while I’m interested in you. I’m not going to her place, I’m going to meet Casey and help him with his truck. Stacy called out of the blue as I was getting ready to leave, I swear I am not going anywhere near her.”

“Oh…I just…” You look down, ashamed you thought he would do that sort of thing when he’s been pursuing you for months now. God you look like a dick.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He pockets his phone. “You really think I’d do that? I want to be with you. I swear.”

“I’m sorry.” You turn and look away, guilty for feeling like he’d do something like that. He comes up behind you, running his hands down your shoulders. He kisses the back of your neck and you feel weak in the knees.

“I only want you.” He holds your hips. “You’re all I think about.” He kisses across your shoulder.

“I must seem like a bitch.” You sigh. “We aren’t even together and I’m acting jealous and jumping to conclusions and making you out to be a jerk when you’re not.”

Shawn wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, his tattooed arm heavy across your chest. “Insecurity is a bitch, and it’s okay, I forgive you. Four years ago I was much different and I can understand your hesitations. I’m trying to be better now because I want better. “

“I’m still sorry.”

He rubs your shoulder lovingly “And for the record, we’re not together yet,” he purrs, biting at your ear. “Not until you decide on what you want.”

“Yeah.” You lay your hands over his arm. “I’m kind of a tease aren’t I?”

“The best kind, so I don’t mind.” He kisses your jaw and you lean your head against him. “I have to go meet up with Casey now. I’ll talk to you later honey.”

“Don’t call me honey.”

He steps away and pauses in the doorway. “Sorry, you’re right. Not honey. I meant Princess.”

“Shawn!” You throw a pillow at him.

“Ugh! You’re right.” He grins and you narrow your eyes. “Babygirl.”

“GET OUT!”

He walks away cackling and you sink on to the bed. He is actually going to kill you with the pet names.

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“Get up, I’m taking you somewhere.”

You roll over and look at the shirtless body on the bed beside you. God. He looks insanely hot. Why did he exist? How?

“I’m sleeping in.”

“Nope.” He pulls your blanket down and you try to grab it back. “Get up and shower. I’m taking you somewhere and it’s a surprise.”

“But it’s my birthday, I don’t want to go anywhere yet.”

Shawn growls and crawls over you, pinning you to the bed. Your heart picks up and your eyes go wide. He’s so big, so, so big. “Get up.”

“Or else what?”

He leans in close and you flick your tongue out against his lip ring to surprise him. He presses his mouth to yours and you break your arm free of his hold to grip his hair, pulling harshly and making him bite your lip. You moan into his mouth and he rolls his hips down against you as you bite back.

“As much as I’d kill to take this further, we actually need to leave.”

You stare at him, lips throbbing and damp. He plays with his tongue ring absently and you wanna kiss him again. “It’s my birthday. Can’t we do what I want?”

“Yes, but I actually have an appointment we need to be at in half an hour.”

“An appointment? What is this surprise?”

Shawn pushes up and kneels, straddling your hips. He’s obviously half hard and it’s very visible against his tight black boxer briefs. He’s obviously not shy about it either as he palms over it while talking. “It’s a surprise. Hurry up and get dressed.” He says and crawls off your bed, heading to his room to get dressed as well.  

Half an hour later and Shawn is walking you into a building, guiding you by your hands since as soon you left the house he insisted you wear a blindfold. Honestly you had no idea what his surprise could be until you step into the doors and hear a very familiar whirring noise.  

You push up the blind fold and you’re standing in the entryway to a tattoo and body piercing shop.

“No.”

“Oh come on. I haven’t even said what we’re doing!”

“No! Shawn! I’m not doing anything here.”

He rubs his thumbs over the backs of your hands in his. “You always said you wanted a rose tattoo. A pretty pink rose.”

“You…”

You huff. Of course he would remember the conversation he had with you after getting his first tattoo when you were sixteen. You said you’d get a rose one day, right on your back shoulder area. God. You were sixteen and dumb but you did still want it. “You little shit.”

“Come on.” He grins, biting his lip. “Be a bad girl for one hour.”

“I-” you look around the shop and it’s so nice. You’d feel horrible if you walked out and wasted the appointment Shawn set up. “You’re a bad influence.”

“I’m the best influence, and I’m paying.” He pulls you in and puts his arm around your shoulders. “Come on, I set you up with Olivia. She’s incredible.”

Ten minutes into your tattoo and you’re really feeling it. You were told once that the pain gets numb and becomes more annoying than anything else. That isn’t the case. Maybe you’re a weenie to pain. Maybe you are too nervous and it’s all in your head. Either way you’re crying and Shawn has just sat down in front of you.

“You okay?” Shawn asks softly, taking your hands.

You’re sitting facing the back of the chair, arms hung over the backs of the armrests and your chin on the headrest.

“It hurts.” You take a deep breath as Olivia wipes some blood off your shoulder. “I know it’s almost done though.”

“It’s not numb? Is it like raw feeling?”

“It’s more like I can feel everything and it’s like I’m getting poked by a bunch of thumb tacks. I think I’m focusing on it too much.”

Shawn leans over and Olivia pauses. “It’s beautiful honey.”

“Don’t call me honey.” You grit your teeth and he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“You’re doing so good.” He smiles and you can’t help but smile back. Though you’re sure it’s more like a grimace. “I’m so proud of you. My bad girl, getting her first tattoo.”

“Only, tattoo.”

“That’s what I thought too.” He leans back as someone walks over. You turn and look at a guy in all black with a bunch of facial piercings.  

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Are you okay alone?” Shawn asks, cupping your face. “I can stay.”

“I’m fine. She’s almost done.”

Shawn pecks your lips and stands up. “Alright Casey, let’s do it.”

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He grins and Casey chuckles.

The two of them walk away and you watch them disappear into another sectioned off station. You’re suddenly more focused on Shawn then you are on your back. Before you know it Olivia is finished and bandaging you up.  

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Your birthday party is insane. Somehow Shawn got together with Kate and Macy from work along with a few other friends and they rented a private room at the club. You’ve been drinking and celebrating and dancing for hours now and finally you’re ready to rest.

You see the perfect seat. A black denim clad lap calling your name. You walk over and stand in front of Shawn. He holds your hips and smiles. “I need a seat.”

“I’ve got one right here.” He glances down and you straddle him, hiking your dress up enough to sit comfortably.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Happy.”

Shawn runs his hands up your sides and back down over your hips. His eyes have that hungry look you’ve seen a few times since he moved in. There was no doubt he was ready for that green light from you.

“Have you had any cake yet?”

“No.” You look over at a slice sitting next to you on the table. It was your favorite. Chocolate cake with whip cream frosting. “I should probably eat something.”

“Let me help you.” Shawn cuts a piece with his fork and holds it up for you. You bite the cake and he grins big. “More?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Shawn gives you bite after bite until you finish the slice. It’s oddly intimate, as if sitting on his lap wasn’t enough. “You got some frosting on your lip.”

You lick your lips and he shakes his head.

“Let me.”

He leans in and licks the corner of your mouth as he kisses you. The two of you make out lazily, hands in each other’s hair as you swallow the taste of each other’s kisses. Sweet, bitter, cinnamon and cream. Everything you’ve been doing shots of and everything he’s been sipping.

You roll your hips against him and he groans, teeth closed around your lip. You do it again and his head falls back.

“Are you giving me a lap dance?”

“Am I?” You put your arms on his shoulders and look down at his lolling head. You roll your body against his and he lets out another groan. He sure is sensitive tonight. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” he rasps, fingers digging into your hips. “We need to get out of here.”

You lean in and press your lips to his ear. “Isn’t that a little bit wrong? The birthday girl leaving her own party?”

“Mmm, yeah. Ditching to fuck the bad boy. Such a bad girl.”

“That’s what you like right?” You giggle against his ear and he slides his hands over your ass, fingers toying with the thin lace trim of your panties.

“I also like sweet,” he bumps your jaw with his nose. “Good girls.” He kisses down your throat and you tilt your head back. “Who do just what I say.”

You let out a shuddery moan and he bites at your collar bones.

“Are you gonna be my good girl?”

“Y-yeah.”

“We should get going then.”

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You lay back and stare up at Shawn on the bed. He’s on his knees in front of you pulling his shirt off.  You’re already stripped down, a result of his skilled hands and urge to please, and you’ve got bites down your chest and stomach from him as well.  

Shawn tosses his shirt aside and your eyes go wide. He’s fit. That’s nothing new. But the little metal piece of jewelry in his nipple is new. Very new.  

“You are such a liar.” You smirk, sitting up in front of him. “You said you got a touch up today.”

He grins and bites his lip. “You like it?”

You run your hand up his chest and brush against the piercing gently with your thumb. He hisses and moans softly, the site is still very tender. “I’m not gonna lie, it’s hot. But why?”

“Lost a bet with Casey.” He moans again as you brush the little silver bar. “Fuck, you gotta go easy on me.”

You lean in and kiss his chest a few times around his pec. He watches you, hand in your hair as you flick your tongue out and barely touch the tender skin. That’s it for him.

He guides you back, crawling over you and taking your mouth with his. He’s careful of your back, making sure you’re comfortable as he explores your mouth, jaw, neck.  You’re so hot and turned on, you can’t get enough of him. You run your hands up his back, scratching gently as he rolls his hips against you.

“Shawn,” you arch up against him as he slides his hand between your legs. “Please.”

He lets out a little growl of pleasure as he teases you, mouth on your neck, driving you wild. “Easy honey,” he purrs against your ear. “I’m wanna take my time with you. It is your birthday after all.”

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Two months later

“God I’m so tired of this.”

You look over from the books you’re sorting and Macy is leant against the shelf in front of you. She looks like she’s in pain. “Macy? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’ve got horrible cramps this period.” She takes a deep breath. “Don’t you hate that?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle and go back to your sorting. Actually. You don’t remember your last period. “What’s today?”

“The twentieth?”

You stand up and place your books on the cart. “I’m going to take a lunch.”

Macy looks at you funny. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just hungry.” You walk out of the archives and across the main floor of the library. You were far from hungry. You were about to be sick.

The second you get home you dig into the medicine cabinet. There’s a pregnancy test in there from your old roommate and you take it out with shaking hands. You can’t remember your last period, or the one before that. The night of your birthday you can’t remember if you used protection. You have every time since, for sure. But that first night. You just can’t remember.

You hear the front door open and Shawn calls out your name. You had texted him, asking him to come home for lunch. He knows something is wrong because you never ask him to leave work.

“Honey?” He knocks on the bathroom door and you wash your hands, leaving the little white test stick on the counter as you open the door.

“Shawn…”

“What’s wrong?” He holds your face, checking over every inch of you. “Are you hurt? What ha-” He’s seen it. The stick on the counter.  

“We fucked up.”

“What…” He looks from you to the counter and back three times. “What?”

“Two lines.” You pull away and grab the test, holding it up for him to see.

Shawn takes the test with shaky hands and looks at the two very bright pink lines in the indicator window. “You’re pregnant.”

“At least two months, since my birthday. I can still go and-”

“I’m gonna be a dad.” Shawn says softly. He tosses the test at the counter and grabs your hips. “I’m going to be a dad!”

“What?” You shake your head. “You’re excited? This isn’t supposed to happen, we fucked up. This…I-”

Shawn smiles. “You said you wanted a kid. You said you wanted something serious, to settle down, right?”

“Y-yeah but I…we just…So soon?”

He cups your cheeks and stares at you lovingly. “I’m here for you. Whatever you decide. I’m ready. I’m ready to go all in if you are. I’m ready for a white picket fence with a dog in the yard and a baby on the way. We’re halfway there, we already have the house and the white picket fence.”

You holds his arms and he trembles, tears in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life. We’ve known each other for years, I know we just got together recently, but I think this is how it’s supposed to be.” He leans in and bumps his nose with yours. “I’ve never been happier then I have been the last two months and I can’t see myself with anyone else.”

You laugh softly, and he kisses you.

“I love you.” He kisses again. “I love you and I want to marry you and have babies with you and spend every damn day with you.”

You wrap your arms around him and he holds your head to his chest. “I love you Shawn.” You close your eyes. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too honey.” He kisses the top of your head. “I can’t wait to start my life with you.”

“I think you already have.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “And I couldn’t ask for more.”

End

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No. 9: The Body CH. 6

Characters: Diego Hargreeves & OFC Eve Corpuz

Summary:  Eve explores the limits of her power. Diego is still stalking her and finds out more about her. Eve meets Klaus.

Warnings/Tags: Klaus. Talk of past trauma and phobias. Brief mentions of illness, injury and death. 

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Eve had begun to notice changes in her shape from the training. Work wasn’t as strenuous and honestly, her ass was looking fantastic. Her body was adapting but she felt she wasn’t exercising her mind enough. Out of the two, trying to use her mind and powers was harder to find time for since it was so draining. Using them at work in small increments to help things along was now manageable, but there were no visible results from it. Nothing she could look at, try to heal, and then see healed. So that’s where she started.

Eve wasn’t a stranger to doing illegal things. If you took a look at her juvenile record that would be clear. What she was doing wasn’t exactly illegal but it was certainly breaking some rules. She was finding it surprising how much she could get away with by simply wearing her white coat with her ID and having a determined look on her face. People held doors open for her that she didn’t have clearance for, add carrying a clipboard around on top of that and she could’ve gotten into just about anywhere it seemed. She was starting to understand how Diego was so good at it, and more interestingly understanding why he did it. That little flush of her cheeks and rush of misbehaving came back to her, something she’d not felt in over a decade, fueled her powers, and gave her a little oomph to work with.

She started small, visited patients being held that was out of the ER after surgery, vehicle accidents, and the like, plenty of small cuts and scrapes that no one would notice were gone. She’d look in and find someone resting and alone, not hard to do most nights. She’d find some road rash, a smaller gash, something not too intricate. At first, she thought she needed to put her hands on the person to heal and woke up a few very understandably startled people. But after a few successful attempts, she started to push herself more. By focusing she began to be able to heal cuts over and no scar would be left in its place. Whoever she did this to, she would check on their file until they were discharged, making sure she wasn’t hurting them or causing bad side effects. So far they’d all made a full recovery with no complications. This was extremely promising and made Eve’s confidence grow and therefore emboldened her to push herself.

She’d worn herself ragged running experiments on what she could or couldn’t do. She had a journal she kept hidden that she kept her results in. So far, she’d been able to find some limitations and strengths. No matter how hard she tried, she was no match for cancer. She could help with someone’s side effects momentarily but be unable to cure it. The same could be said for viral and bacterial instances. Once something had infiltrated and infested a body, she could no longer help it. She could only manipulate the body itself. Her hopes of being able to be the cure for cancer, which she would admit was a bit egotistical, were broken after seeing many fade away after brief respites she’d give them from nausea or pain. It was nice to be able to help certainly but having to see suffering and not be able to fix it was a heavy burden she was having to learn to deal with.

It was never easy to lose someone. It was something she wouldn’t say you got used to exactly, but it was something you could come to understand with time. Or at least be able to come to terms with. Since Eve was an emotional person deep down, and the healing she’d been trying to do to help herself manage that was opening up old wounds and was making her feel raw. Every life that slipped through her fingers would hit her harder than it had months prior. Which is what led her to be so reckless, she guesses. So she tried to bring someone back from the dead.

It wasn’t uncommon sadly, for a child brought in after catching a stray bullet from a hit and run or gang violence. It felt so unfair, and the first time she tried the child was rolled in, DOA, her heart poured out for them. She gave it her all, paddles, compressions and when nothing moved the vitals she had a last-ditch effort. A tear-filled pressing of her hands to the chest of the child, nurses looked on with heartbroken eyes for the doctor as she had a rare moment of breaking on the job. For a fleeting moment, a blip on the monitor later ruled out to a technical glitch, but Eve just couldn’t muster it. She passed out onto the bloody floor from her attempts and was sent home.

She’d had mixed feelings about it. Had she almost done it? Could she get stronger? Or had she found a line that she couldn’t cross? The page entry for her recorded attempts had teardrops running her ink on that entry. She felt defeated and decided to take a break.

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Diego watches Eve without her knowing, as he sometimes still does. He trusts her, but a part of him always wants to be sure. She’s in an unusual neighborhood, going into an apartment building he doesn’t know. He decided to wait on her to appear again instead of finding her inside. He didn’t have to wait much more than an hour before she appeared again, seeming uneasy as she stepped back into the now dark streets.

He followed behind, spilling out of an alleyway after she passed and started the task of getting closer to her. When he finally got close enough to reach out and speak he was met swiftly with a switchblade and a series of moves he’d taught her.

“Woah! Hey! It’s me!” He says defensively, only a minor rise in key from surprise as he jumped back.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST Diego!” She says with an expression he’s never seen before.

“Hey! Hey! I didn’t know you’d be so jumpy!” He keeps his hands up between them as she huffs out of her nose like a bull, the late winter night air just still barely showing her breath.

“I’m a woman. Alone. At night on the street, dude!” She states obviously and biting as she puts her blade away. “Of COURSE I’m jumpy!” She whispers angrily.

“Look, there are people around and the streetlights are on... I didn’t know I’d scare you.” He explains with hands now on her shoulders. “You okay? You’ve got that wild look in your eyes.”

“I’m just…” she sighs and shakes her head. “I’m fine. I just… Wanna get home.”

“Looks like we need to train on lying.” He smirks.

She stares at him for a moment with pursed lips then shrugs and turns back in the direction she was going.

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“No, I'd like that actually.” She murmurs.

“What are you doing in this part of town?”

“Do you follow me everywhere?”

“No…” he answers defensively playful. “I was around and saw you. Got curious.”

“You can’t send a text like a normal person?”

“Not my style.”

“Difficult is your style.”

“Hey, slow down there with the rapid-fire insults here. Did I do something?”

“Besides stalk me? No.”

“Then why are you being such a-“ he stops as she shoots her eyes his way. “Difficult person?” He tries to cover smoothly.

Once again she stares as if contemplating something. “If I tell you will you stop asking?”

“Sorry, no promises. Don’t think I missed where you didn’t answer why you’re here.”

“Fine.” She begins to walk again. “I’m here apartment hunting. Not so great street, but that apartment is really nice. And I have a fear… a phobia that you’re gonna laugh at me for so I don’t wanna tell you.”

“When have I ever laughed at you?”

She raises her brows obviously at him.

“Okay, I won’t now.” he emphasizes.

“I don’t believe you for some reason.”

“I swear! I won’t.”

“Due to… past trauma, I am afraid of the dark. And I don’t know this part of town and it makes me nervous. I’d catch a cab but I want to learn the subways so I need to walk it.”

He stays quiet for a moment. “Afraid of the dark?”

“Yes, my mom would lock me in the closet and read scripture and scare me and shit. Okay? And it traumatized me so when it’s dark and I’m overstimulated I get really... panicky.” She explains defensively.

“Don’t have to fight me over it, it’s fine. I...get it.”

“Don’t tell me you were locked in a closet too?”

“No, but he did do it to my brother. And it was a mausoleum and not a closet.”

“Fuck.” she exhales.

“Yeah. Pretty fucked up.”

“The more we learn about each other the more often we say that.”

“Get used to it.” He huffs out a laugh. They walk for a moment in comfortable silence while Eve tried to let her defenses down against him. “You know you could’ve just... asked me to come with you ya know? I am pretty handy when it comes to navigating the city. And being a bodyguard.”

“It’s not something I’m proud of.” She shakes her head. “Yeah, Diego? Hey, could you babysit me because I’m a child who’s afraid of the dark and not a grown-ass woman who can handle her own shit?”

“Well, it’s better than you almost stabbing me!”

“And whose fault was that?”

“...your moms if you want to get really technical about it.”

She lets out a weak laugh and he feels accomplished. ”Don’t forget your dad too”

“Oh yeah fuck both of them.” He says eagerly in agreement. They share a smile and he stays close to her side. “Why are you looking for an apartment?” He breaks the silence.

“Some asshole keeps breaking into mine.”

“Seriously.” He grins and smacks her arm.

“Well I’m on salary now and it’s good money so I can afford a better place.”

“Oh. I kinda like your place.”

“I don’t hate it but it’d be nice to have some more room. An office, a view.” They stand at a corner to wait for a light change. “I’d like a place with more privacy. Maybe a doorman for safety?”

“And that apartment had all that?” He motions back with his thumb.

“Yeah, it was stupid nice for the area. I was surprised it wasn’t more-“ both their heads snap to the car that passed far too fast and close, and luckily it wasn’t them, but a bike messenger up ahead that going to be the target.

They see it happen so fast, and they’re both instinctually moving towards the man that’s now on the ground and trying not to scream, holding his leg.

They were the only ones close out of the street and rush to help.

“Ah fuck, don’t call the ambulance I dont have insurance okay?”

“Well, you’re not walking anywhere like that.” Diego states obviously.

“Lucky for you I’m a Doctor. Let me see. Can you move it?” She moves his sock down to quickly see bone through skin. “Ah man, I’m sorry to tell you this but it’s really...broken dude.” She looks at him with sympathetic eyes.

“Ah fuck.” They cry. “My boss is gonna fire me for sure now. I can’t afford to get this fixed… I can’t take time off…” they begin to hiccup and tears come quickly.

Eve stares at the trauma site and furrows her brow in thought. “Maybe I can…” she whispers.

“Doc...?” she hears Diego’s voice, a warning behind her.

“I’m gonna try. I have to.” She says with wide eyes that convince him on impact. She turns back and puts her hands on the busted ankle, “Stay still if you can.” She mutters before going into her focused state.

“What are you? Listen lady I appreciate you stopping but I don’t think praying over it is gonna work.” They offer but their voice slows as they gradually feel the pain disappear. “What the…” they turn their ankle in a circle and their jaw drops. “HOW DID? WHAT DID?”

Eve shares a very excited glance with Diego before he yanks her up. “We’ve gotta get out of here.”

“Wait no! Don’t go!” A now on their feet and the healed biker was calling out as they both ran down the street into the subway below.

She felt alive. Exhilarated. A smile on her face and hand in hand with Diego as they bobbed and swerved through the crowd.

“Did you SEE?” She calls out as they make it sliding just in time into the subway car.

“YES! You didn’t tell me you’d gotten so good!”

“I’ve been practicing!” She says out of breath and glowing from a sheen of sweat that she’d developed in the rush.

“I’d say so! You just...POOF!”

“I’ll have to show you my notes.”

“Notes?”

“I’ve been keeping track of all my attempts. Like a scientific study. Well… sort of…” she shrugs and wipes her hair back.

“You would find a way to make this nerdy.” He laughs.

“Scientific method is not nerdy!”

He laughs out loud. “That’s the nerdiest thing you’ve ever said!”

“That was awesome though right?”

“Yeah, it was risky but...awesome.” He nods in agreement as they both calm back down and move into whispers of her trial and error.

——————————-

“You just have to remember to be defensive and not just offensive.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about sports Diego.” Eve laughs as she pulls her gym bag over her shoulder.

“I’m serious! You'll get-" he insists with a whine.

"You’ll get yourself hurt when shit gets real.” She says with him and rolls her eyes. “I know! Okay?” She says with a sassy hand motioned his way. “I’ll work on it. Like I always do. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, cut me some slack.” She groans as he walks her to the front of the gym to leave.

They’re met with a thin and friendly-looking guy their age who she thought looked familiar. Diego’s body language automatically tenses.

“Oh hello there you.” Klaus coos at Eve whose bright friendly eyes don’t match Diego’s already annoyed ones at his appearance. “I didn’t know my brother would be busy with a beautiful woman tonight, my apologies.” He sweeps his hands and takes her's to kiss the back of it.

“Hi.” She stutters with surprise. “I was just leaving. Had a training session. Works got weird hours so your brother is nice enough to see me at night.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’d see a lovely thing like you anytime you wanted.”

“Let her go, Klaus.”

“What is your name before our paths separate and never meet again. I’d never forgive myself for not asking.”

“It’s Eve.” She laughs. “You’re much nicer than Diego. Do you know how to fight too? Maybe you could train me since he’s such an asshole.” She motions to Diego and Klaus lets out an amused sound.

“Alas I’m fairly useless in such things but I make up for it in other ways.” He winks.

“Okay! GOODNIGHT EVE.” Diego says politely pushing her out the door. “Sorry about Klaus He's…an idiot.”

“No apologies he's rather charming.” She teases him more and waves goodbye as she exits into her cab.

“What the fuck was that?” Diego shoves his lanky brother.

“Eve hmmm? A sexy name for a sexy little-“

“Stop it.” Diego groans.

“That’s her isn’t it?” Klaus smirks and begins to float about as Diego closes up.

“Her who?”

“Your mystery doctor.”

Diego doesn’t answer hoping naively that Klaus would stop.

“Oh come on, I’m your bro, your bud. Your pal. You can tell me.” He insists with outstretched arms.

“Yeah. I’m training her.”

“She seems like she’d be the one training you if you catch my drift.”

“It’s not like that.”

“That smile you had on your face before you realized I was watching would say otherwise.” He lilts. “You’re a terrible liar Diego just don’t try.”

“I’m a great liar!” He barks back.

“You’re shit and you should just be honest with me, I AM the psychic after all.”

“You’re not psychic you see the dead and-“

“And what is the difference?!” Klaus flops just hands at his side and follows his brother upstairs.

Diego continues as if he said nothing. “You’d have to be sober to do that so so I’m not gonna hold my breath on that.”

“I actually have been. Not that you supportive lot would notice.” He prances into the apartment behind a grunting Diego. “Because your little girlfriend is causing quite the ruckus amongst the city’s dead.”

“What?” Diego asks with a raised brow.

“She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“She almost brought one back.”

“She did…” he seems deep in contemplation for a moment. “Wait so you HAVE been sober?” Diego’s eyes turn soft and Klaus groans as he’s quickly approached and hugged.

“You are missing the point here Diego dear…”

“I’m proud of you.” He says with emotion in his voice and Klaus manages a heavy sigh and a pat to his back.

“Stop it now before I have feelings…” he pats him and pushes him away. “What do we know about this Eve? She’s messing with the balance, she’s a powerful little thing. And gorgeous I might add, I’d be keeping her to myself too. Unless she was into being shared…”

“I don’t think she is.” Diego falls back into his monotone answering after a brief glimmer of earnest emotion.

“Different strokes, different folks.” Klaus shrugs. “So is that ass as breathtaking as it looked in those leggings or-?”

“KLAUS!”

“What? I’m just a red-blooded American male, I see a nice ass, I admire it.”

“I wouldn’t KNOW.” He answers from behind the doorway of his bedroom, door left open. “But I’d have to say yes.” He adds quickly.

“Ahhhh! There he is.” Klaus applauds his brother's cheeky smile. “Now that you’re not in a prudish mood, I actually do want to know about her. Details, man! Out with it! What’s my little private dick figured out on our newest sibling?”

“Ew don’t say that.”

“I knew you wanted to fuck her.” Klaus smirks.

“Jesus Klaus!” Diego groans.

“Not that it’s stopped any of us before, cough Luther, cough.”

“Hey, we’re not biological!”

“Defending Luther now? Number one? Daddy’s goodest boy? Diego’s sworn nemesis?”

“EW! No! I’m just… saying. It’s a fact so...it’s...valid.”

“Good thing you’ve got your looks hun.” Klaus tsks.

“Do you wanna know about her or you wanna talk shit and get hit?”

“So hostile.” Klaus shakes his shoulders. “Go on you party pooper, tell me about our new super doctor.”

@s-h-e-w-r-i-t-e-s​ @jaegeeeeer​ @diegos-butt​ @anglovesthis

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves fanfic #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #david castañeda

[always-against-the-grain]

thirds

Summary: You invite Negan over for dinner when your parents are out of town. Continuation of party favor

Pairing: AU Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: AU Negan, Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough-ish smut

A/N: no proof read. we die like men

“Oh, fuck” you complained to no one, feeling your muscle soreness settling in as you hopped off your fathers SUV.

You had just come back from the gym and were excited to have the house to yourself. Your folks left town for your mother’s work and you had your whole night planned, get a stoned, eat some lasagna your mom pre-made for you, shower, smoke some more, watch some stand-up, and rub one out.

As you walked towards your front door you heard the faint clinking noises, accompanied by soft rock music; noticing Negan’s half open garage, beaming white light escaping onto the gray pavement.

You entered your home and read the note on the counter:

Eddie,

Your dad and I left for my work trip (that free loader). Left some lasagna in the fridge. 375 45 min.

Love you,

mom (and dad)

DONT USE THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL. Negan will take a look tomorrow at 9am, so please be up to let him in and get coffee going.

Knowing Negan was going to be in your home soon brought tingles to your insides. Reminiscing on how you fucked you in the bathroom a little over a week ago.Your memories aroused you, but frustrated you as well, remembering how he toyed with you that firework infused night.

You snapped yourself out of it and began setting the oven when the door bell rang.

You walked over an peeked through the side window.

Negan?

You opened the door and without a proper greeting you asked, “Um, weren’t you supposed to come by tomorrow?”

“Well hello to you too” Negan commented on your weak hospitality.

“And yeah, for the sink... I’m just here to let you know you left your headlights on” he informed you, tilting his head to the direction of the driveway.

“You couldn’t call?” You questioned his motives for being at your doorstep.

Not that you wouldn’t fuck him over and over, but you wanted to be the one to initiate that. He wasn’t gonna control the situation this time.

“Your folks got rid of the landline.”

That comment served as a potent reminder that you hadn’t physically lived in that house other than school intermissions, and that you didn’t know that much about Negan regardless of how good friends he and your parents were.

“And I don’t have your number, cause that would be inappropriate” He added with a smirk, knowing you were miles past appropriateness.

“Funny” you commented on his response in a dead-panned tone.

You reached for the keys on their respective hook on the wall and walked out towards the car, Negan followed behind. You unlocked it and reached your arm in to switch the lights off.

You shut the car door, noticing Negan was cutting through the lawn, half way towards his front door.

Having already gotten you slice of Negan you couldn’t resist him. Flashes of what tonight could potentially lead to infiltrated your mind.

Fuck

“Hey!” you called out to him.

Negan stopped in his tracks and turned his head towards you.

“You like lasagna?”

He paused in thought for a moment.

Should he enter your home without your parents? What if a neighbor saw? What would they think?

“Is it your mothers or that frozen shit?”

“It’s a Frankie original”

“Fuck. Alright” he was easily convinced.

Your mom did make a mean lasagna.

You set the prepared lasagna on the counter as you continued to wait for the oven to heat.

“You can take a hit of that if you want” you gestured towards the packed glass pipe and lighter sitting at the edge of the bar countertop.

“This what you always do when your parents aren't around?” He asked, reaching for the pipe.

“Smoke? Or invite not-age-appropriate men over?” You teased.

“Both” he said as he struggled with the lighter.

Spark after spark with no flame.

“I think that ones out. Let me get another” you skipped upstairs to your room.

Negan waited patiently, flipping through his phone. He noticed some leftover oil and grim on his fingers and got up to wash his hands. While you were in ransacking your drawers, your phone rang downstairs.

Negan let the first call go, but when the second call came he peaked over, concerned it was one of your parents needing to get a hold of you.

He was thrown off by the name on the screen.

Myles

“Found one” you said coming down the steps, Negan in the middle of drying his hands.

“Here” you handed it to him feeling the dampness on his fingers.

“Thanks doll. Your phone rang by the way” He let you know as he sat back down on one of the stools.

Negan took a couple hits as you opened up your phone and typing a quick message before setting it down.

Negans curiosity quickly unraveled.

“So whose Myles?” Negan asked, smoke exiting along with his words, “Myles with a Y...”

“Um. He is.. he’s my.. boyfriend” you said awlwardly, knowing how fucked up it sounded.

“If he’s your boyfriend, why the hell did you sleep with me. Twice for that matter” Negan questioned, almost interrogating you

“One, don’t come at me like that,” your defenses riding

“Two, it’s not like I’m doing anything he’s not already doing” you replied, taking a hit.

“Shit really? How do you know?”

“We were on a date one night, it was a normal day” you spoke holding your breathe and smoke in.

“and- and I don’t know, I looked at him, and I just knew.” Your voice becoming clearer as the white clouds left your body.

Woman’s intuition, Negan thought to himself. Reflecting on his own past.

“And his messages proved it so, there’s that” you added.

“Shit I’m sorry doll” Negan empathized, taking the pipe for his turn.

“It’s okay...” you said, a bit of sadness painting over your face.

“...you’ve help me get over it quite a bit” your voice lightening up, trying to keep yourself from getting down.

“Does he know you know?” he asked sparking another hit.

“Nah, not yet.”

“Why haven’t you told him? Hoping to work it out?” Smoke blowing from his lips

“Fuck no!” you laughed

“I didn’t confront him about it cause it was right before summer, he’s abroad, I’m doing an internship here. Would’ve been really stressful dealing with a break up right now.”

“But that a bridge we’ll cross when we get there, in the mean time I’m just gonna dick around” you said nonchalantly as you reached for the pipe once more, intentionally grazing his hand half a second slower.

Your final hit closed the conversation on your relationship.

You set the pipe down, free for Negan to grab if he’d like to continue.

“Okay, what about you? What’s your is deal, what do you do around here?” You guided the conversation towards his occupation, rather than his love life, worried that that information might put you off.

Negan grabbed the pipe.

“I teach” he said before taking a puff.

“You teach? You? A cigarette smoking, beer drinking, motorcycle driving, bachelor?” You busted his balls

“First of all honey, there’s not a wrong way to live a life. And secondly, I know I’m not perfect. Hell, I’m light years from perfect, but I am proud of what I do. I’m a good ass teacher, I make these kids find awe in bi-fucking-ology .”

“Biology? I’m sorry, but this is wild! I didn’t expect you do me a science geek.” You were actually intrigued, “How’d you get into teaching?”

“Well, I did my undergrad degree in biology. And I TA-ed a course and I realized I really liked teaching so after graduation I went ahead and got my Master’s in education.”

“Wait, I thought you coached”? You jumped to the next question

“I do that too. I teach 4 classes, 2 intro bios, 1 ap bio, and one health period. Then coach after school”

”What do you coach?”

“Coach women's basketball in the winter, and help out with baseball in the spring.”

“I’m guessing you like it? You seem very passionate.”

”I love this teaching shit. Plus, I’m someone these kids can talk to, someone who can guide them and be raw-fully honest about anything- I don’t patronize these kids. I get to be the person I needed at their age, it’s a sweet gig” He couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face

This conversation fine tuned your image of Negan. You found yourself lost in the dichotomy of it all. Here he was, shirt covered in black oil stains, smoking weed, cursing, yet vulnerable, gentleness peaking through his macho-ness.

Beep

You walked over to lay the lasagna on the rack. Negan admiring your ass as you bent over. He stared for as long as he could. Blood flowing to his manhood.

“So, we got 45 minutes to kill” you closed the oven and walked around the counter towards him.

Your hands went towards his knee cap, pushing his leg out to fit your stature between his seated figure.

“What can Coach Negan teach me in that time?” you whispered as your lips gravitated towards his.

You wantonly kissed him. Sliding your tongue in his mouth to wrestle with his. His hands firmly cupped your ass, pulling you closer to him.

“There she is.” He applauded, as you tugged on his lower lip.

“I was waiting for your dirty side to come out and play” he said, knotting his fingers through your hair that was in a post-work-out messy bun.

You tried to bring your mouth back to his and you got close, but his firm grip held you back.

“Uh-huh” he said, barely audible.

Negan stuck his tongue out slightly, leaning towards you. Your lips were ready to welcome him, before he sprung back.

“Fucker” You let out a sigh that was between a laugh and utter frustration.

He toward over you, staring at you lustfully.

He had you desperate for more. Negan felt your try to fight against his grasp again.

“You lack patience” He informed you, keeping you away from him.

“And you’re a tease” You immediately shot back at him

He closed his fist further, the taut strands pulling on your scalp, “I’m not a tease. I just know what you can handle.”

“I don’t think you do” You were up for the challenge.

“Oh, honey” He smirked doubtfully.

Butterflies flooded your gut, tingles shot across your upper back. You were nervous, but gave him no indication of that, so he figured he’d teach you lesson, put you in your place.

“Other than the word ‘stop’ is gonna make me stop. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes” You answered attempting to kiss I’m once more.

Negan kept a tight grip of you hair, but allowed you to bring your mouth to his.

He brought his other hand to your clothed center. Pulling his lips away to see your reaction.

Breathily moans began spilling out of you. Your eyes fluttering shut, focusing on his touch.

He stopped his maneuvers, “Look at me”

Once you opened your eyes and locked with his he resumed to pleasure you.

He stood up, hands still wrapped in your hair and on your womanhood. He kept you neck extended, staring into your eyes as you both stumbled toward the living room couch. His eyes told you he was excited to show you what you had not yet experienced.

He gave your final rubs before as you arrived to the L-shaped couch.

You began undressing other other. As each item of clothing disappeared you found new areas to grope each other.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled as you reached for his heavy member, pumping him slowly.

Negan grabbed the sides of your jaw, giving you a nasty kisses before directing you in a face down position. He placed you on your knees, your rear directed upwards. The feeling the cool air gust over your wet center gave you shivers.

He lightly tapped your clit with his dick. He did that multiple times before sliding it between your folds, lubricating himself with your fluids.

“Ugh Negan... fuck” you mewled

You started to lean back into him, wanting more contact. Negan didn’t appreciate it that. He held your hip tightly with his other hand as he teased you for what felt like hours. He eventually stuck the tip of his cock inside you and sat still.

You knew if you moved he would make you wait longer. You decided to be patient and let him make the call. Admitting to yourself that he took the wheel form you once more.

Once you’re breathing settled, Negan stuck the entire length of his member in one motion, accompanied by a load groan.

“Oh fuck” you yelled as your entrance stretched around him.

Negan brought his hand to the side of your face to hold you down. You felt your check rub harsher against the couch cushion as he built up speed. The sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy filled the family room.

His thrusts were euphoric and dominating. He was punishing you and wanted you to enjoy it.

In between his plunges you were able to catch a whiff of his cologne with his natural musk sprinkled in. That scent did something primal to you.

Your felt your release was close.

“Ne-, I’m- I’m” you started to inform him.

He began to force himself harder and deeper. You couldn’t keep your position, your pelvis dropped, your leg fell of the edge, squirming and kicking.

“Mmmmm!! Fuck!” Your toes splayed as your climax enveloped you.

You thought Negan would slow down after cumming that hard, but he kept pushing into your prone body at the same pace. Your hand reached back to brace his quad, hoping to diminish his thrusts.

Negan roughly gripped the hand that was trying to stop him and pinned it over your head, his long torso over your back, closing the space between you.

His hips continued to drive into you as he growled in your ear, , “This is what punching above you’re weight class is baby.”

You began moaning, not you’re typical moans though. The sounds escaping you sounded like a porno. If you heard a voice recording of this moment you would swear it was staged

Groans bubbled and escaped Negan as he felt his release building.

He clenched your hair and pulled out of you. You were relieved as you were becoming over sensitive.

He brought his member over your face, holding your head down onto the cushions.

His manhood hovered over you, swiftly pumping himself.

“ughhh” You heard his as his warm milky seed splattered on the side of your face.

He was breathing fast and heavy after his release. He used his member to scoop some of his cum from your cheek and brought it into your mouth.

“Dirty girl” he smiled as welcomed his cock, and sucked tenderly on his bulbous head, extracting all of him.

Afterwards Negan helped you sit up.

He picked up your shirt from the ground and handed it to you to wipe your face.

“Thanks” you said weakly, yet satisfied.

He sat beside you. Hand grazing your thigh, slowly working towards your center, as you rid your face of his seed.

The instant his finger touched you nerve bundle, you jolted away from him, lightly swatting his hand away.

“You okay?” He chuckled, stopping his movements but pulling you back close to him.

“Yeah” you answered “It was just a lot, but it was really good”

“Are you gonna listen to me now? When I say what you can handle and what you can’t?”

“Yeah”

He stared at you, wanted a different answer.

You know that look. It was the ‘yeah’-is-not-an-answer look, given to you by your own coaches.

“Yes” you said clear and respectfully.

“Good” He brought his lips to yours, slipping his tongue through.

Your make out session was interrupted by the oven.

Beep

“Let’s eat” He said.

____________________

After dinner you both hopped in the shower. You had sex again. And he was much slower and gentle in that second round.

Negan sat the edge of your bed, towel around his waist. He looked around your room, while you found something suitable for him to wear.

Half of your room was neat and well put together. The other half looked like an artists went on a bender. The wall and ground were littered with your drawings and ongoing project ideas.

“Here” you handed him unisex navy blue tee and sweats, “Let me know if they fit or not.”

You went back to your dresser to dress yourself in a Nike long sleeve and compression shorts

“How’d that work out?” You asked facing away from him.

“Take a look” He said waiting for you to see what was wrong.

You turned around and didn’t see anything fit too tight or too loose. Then you noticed the sweats were well above his ankles

You burst out laughing “Never thought I’d see you in capris“

“They fit around the waist, that’s what matters” He laughed

You both went back downstairs. Drank beer and played the stand up you had planned on watching. You both sat close to each other, in the very spot you had fucked earlier.

Mid-way Negan interrupted the special, “Hey, when do you head back to school?”

“Two weeks. We’re gonna have a little party. I’m sure my folks will invite you. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering” he said, but he really was plotting your farewell gift.

#negan x oc #negan x reader #negan #negan smut #Negan's thirst squad

[artificialqueens]

Blue Neighborhood Series: BLUE (Methydoll) - Mac

AN: All my thanks to Alex for betaing this bitch. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out!! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Nicky offers to help Crystal with her art school applications by acting as a model and getting her portrait done.

Crystal had only just sat down at her desk, bags still thrown haphazardly about her room, when she heard a loud thwack on her window that nearly caused her to fall out of her chair in shock.

She whipped her head in the direction of the sound. Through the early afternoon sunlight she could make out Nicky’s flushed red face, and three words written boldly on a piece of paper pressed to the French girl’s window.

YOU’RE A BITCH

Crystal bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing outright, sealing her expression in mock annoyance as she threw open her window.

“I was only gone two days.”

Nicky gave an over exaggerated sigh, throwing her head back and clutching at her chest as if in pain. “I was stuck with Heidi and Brita who kept talking about how hot MEN are.” Nicky gave a pathetic sniffle.

When her antics didn’t produce the reaction desired, Nicky crossed her arms over her chest, puffing it out in frustration and refusing to look Crystal in the eye. “You should be thankful I am even talking to you after you LEFT ME!”

Crystal just raised one judgemental eyebrow, fighting back the urge to blush. “You’re such a drama queen,” she chuckled, shaking her head.

The side of Nicky’s mouth quirked up in a half smirk. “And Heidi’s a bad liar.”

Crystal’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Dammit. “She told you?”

“She didn’t have to!” Nicky exclaimed. “As soon as she mentioned it, I knew. She never invites me over to her house, so of course you had to be behind it.”

Crystal sighed. “Did you at least go?”

Nicky scoffed. “Of course I went. I’m a good friend.”

“And-”

“Why do you say it like that? Like I did something bad?”

Crystal raised one skeptical eyebrow.

Nicky eventually raised her gaze, allowing herself to meet Crystal’s eyes for the first time that conversation, and sighed. “Heidi’s mom is pissed because I strongly encouraged Heidi to buy this gorgeous Coach bag.”

“How much was it?”

Nicky pursed her lips. “I’d rather not say.”

“Two hundred?”

“Yeah…” Nicky trailed off, “plus another two hundred,” she mumbled.

Crystal’s jaw dropped. “You got her to buy a FOUR HUNDRED DOLLAR PURSE?”

The older girl held her hands up in surrender. “In my defense, retail therapy is good for heartbreak!”

Crystal, still in shock, just nodded dumbly to herself, mumbling, “Oh my god, you’re actually the worst person on the planet. I can’t believe I’m friends with the actual worst human being to exist ever.”

“You love me.” Nicky winked, causing Crystal’s heart to do that silly little flippy thing making her palms sweat and her ears burn.

There was a beat of silence before Crystal gave a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll talk to Heidi’s mom.”

She had been trying, rather foolishly, but she had been trying to get Nicky to open up to the rest of their friend group. Nicky had been living in the U.S. for nearly four months now and yet hardly seemed concerned by the lack of bonding she had accomplished with the girls in the neighborhood.

Maybe it was a selfish part of Crystal too that needed someone else to understand how she felt under Nicky’s spell.

Because surely it couldn’t just be her.

Nicky had that effect on everyone.

“Did you at least like the college?” Nicky asked, drawing Crystal out of her spiraling thoughts and back into reality.

The artist cast her eyes down to where her fingers were fiddling with the peeling window trim, and couldn’t help a smile from breaking out.

“It was wonderful,” she said lightly.

Nicky’s gaze softened, brilliant smile taking over her features. “Stop being so fucking cute. I can’t be mad at you when you smile like that.”

Crystal couldn’t fight the blush this time and allowed her cheeks to flush crimson. If worst came to worst she could blame it on the cooling temperature and the change of season.

Her mind trailed back to the college visit, a sigh leaving her lips against her will.

“But-” Nicky prompted her.

Crystal shook her head. “But- the admissions lady took a look at my portfolio and said it could use some work.”

“So she is an idiot.”

“No- I mean, maybe.” Crystal sighed. “I know my art style isn’t… traditional, and I know that to move in the art world I have to play by their rules, at least a little.”

Nicky nodded gently. “So what are you going to do?”

Crystal sighed, leaning forward to rest her head on her hands. “I need more ‘realistic’ pieces. Portrait work is probably my best bet, but I’m not entirely sure who I would do, and I got a C in freshman bio so-”

“You should paint me.”

Crystal’s head shot up. “W-what?”

Nicky smiled, rolling her eyes playfully. “Paint me like one of your French girls.” she snickered, posing dramatically. “C’mon, don’t act like you don’t want an excuse to stare at me.”

Crystal couldn’t help a laugh from bubbling out, lighting her up from the inside out. “Can’t argue with that,” she threw back, just as teasingly.

Nicky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected Crystal to match her energy, when her usual reaction was to blush and gloss over the flirtatious tone.

It was almost comical how long it took Nicky to process the statement, and Crystal found herself, for the first time, in a position of power over the other girl.

She pushed her luck. “Tomorrow after school? Art room?”

It was refreshing to see the impeccably put-together girl out of her element, and Crystal’s smile only grew as Nicky caught her breath before nodding.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

…

The rapidly cooling air that signified the coming winter seeped through the shoddy insulation in the art room. Old walls did little to prevent the howling wind from seeping into the well-worn cracks in the brick. And yet, Crystal had never felt more at home.

As the sun was already beginning to make its descent from the sky, she allowed herself to glance around, marveling at the expanse of half-finished art pieces that littered the shelves, and her large blank canvas that took up the middle of the grouped tables.

The door to the room creaked on its hinges and Crystal looked up suddenly, heart pounding in her ears at the prospect that she was about to spend the next however long having to stare at Nicky’s beauty up close and personal.

But her elation quickly faded as the figure that burst through the art room doors was not at all who she expected.

“Sorry, I was just… looking for Jacks…” Gigi trailed off, breaking eye contact before nodding to the floor. “I’ll just-” she motioned to the door.

“So it’s true?” Crystal heard herself say. “You and Jackie?”

Gigi met her eyes warily, holding her gaze just long enough for Crystal to see that she was genuinely afraid.

The cheerleader nodded once. “Yeah.”

Crystal hadn’t seen Jackie in a couple days, the older girl having given the excuse that she needed to practice the changes in their cheer routine. But she had mentioned in passing that she and Gigi were seeing each other.

Crystal hadn’t believed it at first, but now, looking at Gigi’s worried expression, the first vulnerability she had seen from her ex in a long time, she had her answer.

It was… different, Crystal decided.

Not bad, but not nearly comfortable.

Her ex and one of her best friends.

Crystal could be more mad. She probably should be.

But just by looking at her Crystal could tell that this Gigi, this nervous, timid thing, was a far cry from the Gigi that had caused all that pain freshman year. She had three years to grow and change, and if the way she was guiltily staring at the floor was anything to go by, she had changed quite a bit.

Gone was the cavalier, above-it-all attitude she used to exude. The smarmy chuckles and flirtatious winks she gave out like candy.

She had no doubt been humbled by her fling with Jaida being outed, however, it was more than that.

But Crystal didn’t allow herself to analyze further. They were different people now.

The heavy silence was clearly eating at Gigi because she went to explain herself, “If you want to talk about-”

Crystal stopped her with a shake of her head.

Gigi withered.

“Just don’t hurt her.” Crystal said firmly, putting every ounce of strength she had in those four words.

Gigi met her eyes finally, determination clear in them. “I won’t.”

Crystal believed her.

“Okay,” she said.

We’re good. She meant.

…

They got five minutes into painting before Crystal sighed, dropping the brush exasperatedly.

“What’s wrong?” Nicky teased. “Can’t capture my beauty?”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Nothing could ever capture your beauty,” she deadpanned.

Nicky tried to hide the flush of her cheeks by turning her head, but Crystal caught her, smiling inwardly at the reaction.

“You need to relax. Put on some music.”

“I don’t know about-”

Nicky’s eyes lit up. “Here, I have a playlist for this!”

Crystal raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You have a playlist for getting your portrait done by your friend who’s never going to get into art school and might as well drop out now and live in a cardboard box under a bridge?”

Nicky rolled her eyes, hopping off the stool and grabbing a random half-finished pottery project off the art room shelf. “No, that’s too long for a title.”

Crystal stuck her tongue out.

Nicky just smiled knowingly. “I called it ‘songs to play when Crystal gets frustrated that give me an excuse to initiate physical contact.’”

“Wait what-”

But before Crystal could get a word in edgewise, Nicky was blasting her old-timey music.

The notes rose and fell against the unfinished clay pot, adding a strange echo to the song. Nicky didn’t seem to mind though, turning on her heel and holding a hand out to Crystal.

She looked editorial, pristine white blouse and matching pants hugged her slim figure like they were tailored to her frame.

“Come dance with me,” she spoke softly, pushing herself off one of the tables to inch closer to Crystal.

The artist had the distinct feeling of being hunted as Nicky’s eyes zoned in on her face, tracing the curve of her lips. “I-I have to-”

“S'il te plait, mon amour.” Nicky practically whispered coming closer, breathing in her air. “Danse avec moi.”

And Crystal had no clue what she said, but she couldn’t very well refuse Nicky when she spoke like that. All soft eyes and gentle French words.

She took Nicky’s outstretched hand and found herself in the leading position.

It was only when Nicky pulled her closer that Crystal noted her own drab appearance, overalls smeared with paints and bits of charcoal that most definitely would ruin Nicky’s all-white outfit.

“Wait, the paint isn’t dry!” She tried to warn, but Nicky ignored her, pulling the artist closer, the blues and oranges and lilacs pressed against the expensive fabric.

The French beauty just shook her head and laughed at Crystal’s shocked expression.

They fell into a rhythm before long, Crystal swaying them this way and that. She was surely doing something wrong, but Nicky didn’t seem to mind, peaceful smile pulling at the corners of her mouth and eyes.

She looked ethereal up close.

Her pores varied in size and the lines beside her mouth were deeper than Crystal had assumed at first glance.

She was perfect.

She was just like everyone else.

Almost without realizing it, Crystal slowed their rocking to a stop.

Nicky blinked her eyes open. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing.” Crystal shook her head to clear it.

“Why’d you stop?”

Crystal smiled gently. “I wanted to see your eyes. I missed them.”

Nicky threw her delicate neck back in a laugh that rang in both their ears. “Awww, Crystal,” she cooed. “You’re such a sap.”

“You love it.”

Nicky just hummed noncommittally, poorly hiding a smile, and went back to swaying.

…

It went on that way for nearly a week.

With Crystal trying to paint her neighbor, and said neighbor distracting her by doing something ridiculously romantic that made her head spin on her shoulders.

They got good at it.

Danced around each other like professionals.

Like they had since the day they met.

When the painting was finally done, Crystal didn’t tell Nicky at first. She soaked up their time together like she couldn’t just throw open her window anytime she felt like it and see the older girl.

She drank in the moments right before she unveiled her masterpiece.

Nicky didn’t say anything for a long while.

And then finally, “It’s beautiful.”

Crystal scoffed. “It’s you, you fucking arrogant ass-”

Nicky shook her head, turning to meet Crystal’s gaze, eyes brimming with something so… real it nearly stole Crystal’s breath.

“It’s beautiful because you did it. Because I can see the brush strokes here,” she pointed to the tip of portrait-Nicky’s nose, “and how you changed the shade of white under my chin. And that you got the two different tones of my eyes.”

Nicky’s hand was sweeping over the expanse of the canvas, tracing the patterns and divots and blemishes that made up her being. Crystal would have scolded her for running her fingers over the painting, but Nicky was breathing in her air again, and Crystal’s head felt woozy with the rush of emotion.

Because Nicky noticed.

She noticed each color change, each shadow placement, each brushstroke.

And Crystal suddenly felt very stupid because of course Nicky noticed.

She always noticed.

“It’s beautiful because you love me.”

Crystal’s heart lurched forward.

“You don’t have to say it. I know.” Nicky turned back to look at the painting. “This is how you love me.”

“Nicky-” Crystal started, unsure of what she was going to say.

Nicky turned to her, that ever-present mysterious emotion front and center, and only then could Crystal place it.

“I love you too.”

Love.

Of course.

Love.

And before either of them could dance away, Crystal pulled Nicky in by the hips, digging her fingers into the dip in her waist and pressing their lips together.

It felt like rainfall.

Or like a promise.

But mostly it felt like love. Like a long-time-coming love.

Like the kind of love that had time to mature. That had time to grow.

Nicky’s hands cupped Crystal’s face like she was a delicate work of art, and Crystal’s nails dug into Nicky’s skin like she wanted to shatter it.

And the kiss was messy and wet because someone started crying but they were both smiling and clutching onto each other like a lifeline.

And Crystal couldn’t ever remember being happier.

#rpdr fanfiction #high school au #cisgirl au #lesbian au #fluff #flirting #s12 #nicky doll #crystal methyd #crystal x nicky #blue neighborhood series #blue #mac

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can you please do a fic where sirius is Harry's bio dad but the wizarding world doesn't know and one day harry gets hurt and sirius goes into protective mom mode tm (and lets be real harry would call sirius momma) and the world finds out and is like wot ○-○

((A/N: Sirius is genderfluid in this and switches between she/he pronouns))

Harry had been told a couple dozen times that he looked just like his father. He wanted to mention that he looked like his other parent too, but since he had glasses and the same hair as James, it's all anyone saw. It would be nice if just once someone said he looked like Sirius. But it wasn't exactly common knowledge that Sirius was the one that had given birth to him, so he kept his mouth shut about it. 

He'd thought that his first year of Hogwarts would be fun and exciting, but like, in a boring way. Fun because him and his mates would be able to spend the whole year together and they would only have to dodge the professors if they wanted to break a rule instead of every single parents of theirs. 

He wasn't expecting for it to be exciting because some Dark Lord had come back and tried to kill him. Or maybe it was just that Harry had gotten in the way of his plan and become a side casualty. Either way, someone that was sort of dead nearly caused his own death, and that was a bit more than he had bargained for when he saw the castle for the first time. He'd heard his parents' stories from their own days, and he'd imagined something similar for himself. Getting attacked wasn't something he'd considered, but here he was, in the Hospital Wing and feeling a little like he'd fallen off his broom from several meters up without a cushioning charm. 

"Merlin, Haz, are you alright?" 

It took Harry a moment to place the voice because his brain was foggy with potions. Sirius. He reached for his glasses, but they were pushed on his face a few seconds later. "Hey Mum," he muttered. Her hair was up, which was his best indicator for whether he should use 'Mum' or 'Pop'. "Where's Dad?" 

"Talking to Dumbledore. And then we're switching places so I can yell at him a bit." 

"'m fine." 

"Yeah, you look fine, sprog," she said flatly. "The bandage on your wrist was a dead giveaway. At least you didn't go in there alone, but you shouldn't have gone in at all." 

"There wasn't time. Professor Dumbledore was gone." 

"Then you should've talked to Professor McGonagall or called us." 

"With what floo?" 

Sirius narrowed her eyes at him. "You didn't even think about it, don't pretend otherwise." Worriedly, she smoothed back his hair from his face. "I'm just glad you're alright." 

Harry almost didn't say anything, but, "You're taking this pretty well. When I broke my leg, you wouldn't stop pacing, and you kept going on about everything that could go wrong when they tried to heal it." And it had ended up being fine, but Sirius had worried something fierce over it. 

"I needed to make sure you were alright," she said gently. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, and Harry figured he had a free pass to lean into it, what with the near-death experience and all. The door to the Hospital Wing opened, and they both looked over. It was James, but Mum didn't move until he was at the bed. She gave Harry's head another kiss, then got to her feet. Sirius pat Dad on the shoulder as she passed, then stalked to the door where Professor Dumbledore was still standing, waiting for her. 

Dad took the vacated spot at Harry's bedside. "How you feeling, sprog?"  

"I'm alright. Do you think-" 

Mum didn't wait for the door to shut before she started in on Professor Dumbledore. "The next time you let my son get that injured under your supervision, it will be the last time you do anything! Where the sodding hell were you-" The door finished closing, and the normal silencing spells kicked in. 

Harry had been about to ask 'do you think Mum is feeling alright because she's sort of acting strangely calm', but that answered that question. 

"Sirius was thinking that keeping it a secret didn't make sense if you were going to get hurt anyways," James said to fill the silence they suddenly found themselves in. 

"Is that why we don't tell people?" 

"Yeah, kiddo. Sirius's family wasn't... the most accepting sort." 

Harry was old enough to recognise when Dad was cushioning things for him, but he wasn't sure he was old enough to get the full truth from him. 

"They- er had a lot of enemies. Sirius left them ages ago, but some people think that since she was born in the family, she still counts. We didn't want it to transfer to you, but it looks like you're facing some problems bigger than old grudges for an Ancient House." 

"Aren't you from an Ancient House?" Harry asked. He hadn't grown up with that sort of culture since both his parents thought it was a load of tripe. 

"Nah, the Potters are a bit newer than that," was all he said about the topic. Harry was curious, but he didn't push for more answers. Even though he'd barely woken up, he felt tired enough to go back to sleep. "Don't worry about it, Harry, you'll be fine." Carefully, Dad put an arm around his shoulders. "You want to tell me what happened?" 

"Professor Dumbledore didn't tell you?" 

"He gave a summary," James said delicately. Before Hogwarts, Harry only heard that tone when Dad was trying to trick him into admitting his wrong-doing because he'd know part of it, and Harry would spill the rest because he thought he knew all of it. "He wasn't with you for all of it, though. Parts of it were conjecture. I'd prefer to hear it from you." 

"I didn't do anything wrong," Harry said, a touch defensively. 

"I know sprog, but this is... it's big. Trauma is- er, complicated. I want you to be okay, and I don't think we can keep you okay if we don't know what happened." 

"Can we talk about it tomorrow?" Harry mumbled. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, and he felt like if he tried to talk, he'd end up a spluttering mess. 

"Of course." Harry felt the arm around him tighten for a moment then let go and slide away. "Get some rest." 

*

"Er, Pop?" 

"Yes?" Sirius asked, as if he hadn't wrapped his arms around Harry the moment he saw him and still hadn't let go even though it had been two minutes. 

"Are you gonna let me go?" 

"Nope." 

"Er- please?" 

"I'll let you go when I feel satisfied that you are safe." 

"Si, c'mon, let the poor kid go," James said, chuckling. 

Pop didn't exactly hurry to listen to him, so Dad curled his fingers into his arm and started to pull him away, one point of contact at a time. Sirius looked over at Dad with a distinct pout on his face. "I don't see how you're not worried, too." 

"'Course I'm worried," Dad agreed easily. "But he's home right now, and suffocating him isn't going to help. That being said, Haz, we're going to be a bit stricter this summer. No wandering off with your friends to walk to the park, and no unsupervised sleepovers." 

"Dad," Harry whined. "It was one thing at the end of term, it's not gonna happen again." 

"I know it sucks, but it's going to happen, okay? You're not getting grounded, we're just keeping an eye on you until we feel you're safe." 

"Fine," Harry muttered before sulking off to his room. 

James and Sirius both watched as he closed his door, probably to write Ron a letter about how unfair he thought all of this was. "Well we're doing great at this parenting thing," Sirius said wryly. 

James snorted. "C'mon love, you remember what it's like to be eleven." 

"Yeah, it was total shite because I hated my parents." 

"Harry doesn't hate us." 

"Not yet," he muttered. He tried to walk away, but James wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kept him firmly at his side. "D'you need something, James?" 

"Some cuddles wouldn't go amiss," James said loftily. 

Sirius chuckled and turned to hug him. "I'm so bloody worried about him." 

"Me too, but he'll be fine. We'll keep an eye on him, and he may not like it, but he'll survive the rest of Hogwarts." 

"Yeah, I guess." 

James pressed a kiss to his cheek, then leaned back. "You going to be alright?" 

"Yeah? I mean, he's the one that got hurt. If anyone in this family has the right to not be alright, it would be Harry." 

"I meant with everyone finding out you're the one who carried him to term." 

"Oh, that." Sirius shrugged, tousling his hair. "I mean, it's... different. Not really used to people seeing him and knowing that they can talk to me about him. And I'm not going to miss people hassling Lily about returning home." 

James nodded. "She's having a pretty good time. Where is she now, anyways? Brazil, somewhere right?" 

"Rio, last I heard. I sent her a letter to let her know that we... told everyone. Came out, as it were. Did you know that people didn't know we were together?" 

"What?" 

"Right?" Sirius said, laughing. "Apparently they thought we were just really good mates." 

"We're really good mates with Peter and Remus; I don't go around shagging them." 

"I'd hope not." 

#prongsfoot #harry potter #sirius black #james potter #fanfic #filled #james lives #raising harry #post first war #established relationship #siriuslystarbucks #Anonymous

[cloveroctobers]

ELLADINE SARABI

IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡

25 years old

Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place

whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere

Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family

He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally

He’s also of Iranian heritage

Her mother is of German heritage

Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food

Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children

Elladine is the middle child

Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her

Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs

Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it

Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent

it has become difficult seeing her most days

Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class

which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass

She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it

Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit

has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!

Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf

Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent

I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol

Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple

always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad

Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js

Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first

Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that

Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!

Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??

She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others

Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily

Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life

He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her

but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe

I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol

everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other

while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end

To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other

I think words of affirmation is her love language

Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?

“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life

Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)

Will rewind something if she missed it too

Canon: never had morning sex before

but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book

Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it

She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine

her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)

She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲

She’s 5’5–5’6

Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)

Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject

Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does

If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?

Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏

Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk

Wants to travel to Iceland one day

Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?

Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters

Early riser and goes to bed early too lol

She’s the crying drunk lmao

Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol

They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!

Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis

It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt

Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them

What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private

Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”

‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’

Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins

Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN

Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg elladine #litg Nicky #litg genevieve #litg oc #litg mc #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg rafi #litg boat party #litg lily #litg moodboard #I like elladine and I’m in love with her design #wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too! #I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol! #can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!