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[v-era-18]

HoneyBee

Chapter Two: Chased or Chase

‘Why continue to chase after someone when they deserve the moon, and you simply can’t give it to them,’- Sam Witwicky

2

Tonight was perfect.

Not only was (Y/n) able to warm up her meal from ‘Honey’s Waffles’ without ruining the quality, but she was able to watch her favorite movie before falling asleep. The covers were warm, along with the hand sewn quilt her grandmother made her in the ninth grade. The stars were hand stitched, along with her favorite constellations.

It was beautiful, in the far right square at the very bottom was a stitched planet from her family's stories her grandfather told. She still remembers the tears she shed that night on her birthday, Sam’s laughter at how ugly her face scrunched up as fat tears rolled down. It was one of the memories she cherished the most, things were so simple back then, but here they were last year of highschool and college acceptance letters littered her simi neat desk.

She rolled over, snuggling into the bear on the other side of the bed as she thought about the handsome boy from earlier. The girl bit her lip as a giggle bubbled up behind her lips as she tried to keep the feeling at bay. He was a stranger, and yet he left her feeling like she was the only one in the world at that moment. She could still feel the lips that whispered against her ear at the soft promise to see her again.

(Y/n) will admit, she's looking forward to the possibility of the boy walking through the large doors of her family's library. It was another one of her pride that she did not take lightly, and sharing it with someone she saw as a romantic interest was something she most definitely wanted to share. She rarely had crushes of course, she spent so much time on school work and stories to really experience dating and here she was, imagining scenarios of her reading him her favorite book as they snuggled on the couch.

Her mind wandered back to the illusion episode she had in the car, it came out of nowhere but left her hot and heavy. The hands seemed to know where to go on her body as if they'd done it so many times before

A yawn escaped her plump lips getting comfortable underneath the warm blankets, now all she had to do was get a few more hours of sleep before-,

Her phone started to go off, the ringtone blaring to life with the three women's voices taking over singing ‘Soldier’. A groan left her lips as she slugged her arm over to grab the phone from the nightstand. The screen blinded her as the contact read ‘Lord Witwicky >:(‘ appeared with three text messages.

With a sigh (Y/n) answered, praying he wasn’t calling her to tell her about a dream he had about Mikaela.

“Yes Sam-”

“(Y-Y/n)! I need you to bike down to the end of your block right now! M-My car is being stolen-they're about to pass your street!” Sam's breathing sounded panicked and out of breath, he let out a yelp as the phone shuffled a bit.

“Whoa-wait that doesn't make any sense?!,” She was already putting on her shoes, forgetting the shorts and tank she had on before dashing outside to her black bike, “Why did you call me-Call the police!”

“I did! You try to speak to the police-when you can barely breath! It's been so long since I've biked this much I’m out of shape,”

She biked down to the end of her street and sure enough the black and yellow camaro drove full speed ahead, deciding to follow she made a full dash behind them. The windows were oddly tinted from what she could tell but it didn't make sense due to the fact they were not the few times she was in the car.

Sam soon caught up with her, their speed wasn’t as fast as the vehicle ,but they were able to keep on its tail the whole entire time. Her breathing was labored as they passed many streets in pursuit of the speeding vehicle, it was a miracle for the robber that the streets were clear this time of night. It wasn’t long before the pursuit led them onto private property, the car rammed right through the gate without mercy.

(Y/n) stopped as Sam kept biking on through the gate, “Sam! This is private property!”

The boy didn't seem to hear her as he was more focused on retrieving his car. Sam's form disappeared behind the corner of the building , the girl groaned in frustration and followed against her better judgment. She soon caught up with her friend on foot leaving her bike where he left his.

“Sam we have to leave-”

Sam covered her mouth, pointing up at the large emerging figure in front of the powerplant. (Y/n) looked up at the sight before her in great fascination. The robot's form was one to take a gander at. From the clear Chevrolet bust to the wings on the back being the doors. A quirk of a smile made way on her face at the sight before her

Sam ducked down and began recording on his phone, “Hello, My name is Sam Witwicky! I am here with my best friend (Y/n) (L/n)-who ever finds this my car is alive-okay,” He held up the phone to the robot, accidently getting (Y/n)’s curious expression in the process, “I-If this is my last words-I just wanted to say, Mom-Dad I love you and if you find ‘Busties Beauties’ under my bed it wasn’t mine! I'm holding it for Miles! No-no-wait that's not true it's mine-Miles gave it to me I'm sorry! Mojo, I love you.``

Sam hug up the phone and slowly picked himself up from the ground, He grabbed (Y/n) pulling her along from the massive robot shining the light into the night.

Her gaze never left the figure, something inside of her tugged her soul back towards the massive being. The same being from the stories her grandfather told her about each night. It was different from what she'd imagined, but she wasn't disappointed-not one bit. (Y/n) heard they came in a variety of many shapes and sizes, just like humans only their forms were more mechanical and they could live for ages in comparison.

The girl turned her excited gaze back to Sam,“What do you think it was? Pops told me stories about this-” She was cut off with the boy silencing her, it took a moment before she heard it, the low growl of a predator.

The two teens moved slowly, watching the dogs carefully looking for a means of escape; Unfortunately, (Y/n) wasn’t one to dwell with danger, in fact her first response was to run from it. Sam was hot on her heels, the growls of the two dogs growing near with each turn the two took. The two teens jumped and dodge obstacles in the wake, trying to escape the threatening jaws of punishment.

“H-hey! Good Dog! Good Dog-!”

“Shut up Sam! And Run!”

They both ended up in a dead end, both fending for themselves on a large crate to escape the large jaws of disapproval. One ended up biting the girl's shoe, leading to her yelling in panic, Sam tried to grab a hold of her before she could fall. Before the black dog could jump and attack again, the black and yellow car crashed through just in time, Sam never looked more scared in his life as the vehicle circled them drawing away the dogs from earlier.

“H-hey! Please-Please don't kill us! I'm sorry! Here's the keys-you can have em’! Cars all yours!” Sam threw the keys at the car, pulling (Y/n) along with him outside.

(Y/n) froze once the cop car pulled up in front of them, Sam was relieved rushing up to them in panic, “Woah-woah-listen-listen-listen!Good your here!-”

“Let me see your hands!” Both officers immediately pulled both firearms pointing at the two of them, the girl felt bile in her throat, and immediately placed her hands up walking over in compliance.

“Wait-no no no-what you mean? The guys inside-?!”

“Shut up! Put your hands behind your head, and put your head on the hood.” Both of them complied, Sam looked over at his friend noticing her expression. (Y/n)’s eyes were filled with tears, a bitter snarl on her lips as she was handcuffed first beside him. He immediately regretted calling her tonight.

~✯~

The car ride was tense between the two teens as Ron drove (Y/n) home. Their time at the police office was surely interesting, the two cops never let up on her, not once. She's been many things in her life, but never had she been called a drug addict and a thug.

It hurt, it hurt so bad and she never knew those two men in her life. It was the fact it took Sam asking, ‘Why are you guys only questioning her? I'm the one who called!’ for them to finally let up on their verbal abuse. She was so tired and worn out. It left a mental strain to know she actually went to jail, and was arrested for simply trying to help.

Sam shifted awkwardly in his seat, “(Y/n), I’m sorry-”

“Save it,” Her tone was bitter and hurt, a struggled breath left her in trying hard not to cry, “Out of all things I’ve done for you this is the one thing-the one thing I deeply regret.”

The boy looked at her hurt, “You don't mean that-”

“Sam,” Ron tried to shut his son up.

“No-she doesn't mean that! (Y/n) you always said were in it together-”

“When has there been an us as of late!” The Afro headed girl finally snapped, “Every single time you ask for something it's for your benefit! When have you ever done me a favor-!”

“Plenty of times!”

“Name one Samuel!”

Sam paused for a moment, rethinking the last time he actually offered to help her with something. Ron looked at his son in the corner of his eye in frustration, he knew this would somehow come back to bite his son in the ass. The boy sighed against the seat in frustration.

“I-I’m sorry-I didn't realize that I neglected this part of our friendship-”

“You did the moment you let Miles degrade me and keep him around-over and over-This! This is the tip of the iceberg Sam!,” (Y/n) sighed, “You’d rather have any friend to talk to-and any girl to stare at you and caress you without actually making the steps to build something, without thinking of them in a lewd manner-”

“Hey guys-let's not say anything we might regret-”

“I mean every-fucking-word. I've been nothing but a good friend-not only did I give you the car I wanted-but I helped you with a girl who didn't give two shits about you-who-hell-didn't even know your name till sixteen hours ago and I still corrected her-”

“Mikaela doesn't have to do with anything in regards to the conversation-”

“Of course she doesn't! But everytime shes not around and your with me you have to bring her up twenty four seven-”

“Guys-”

“Oh-oh really? You wanna bring that up? How about we talk about how you basically were talking with a stranger and was basically inviting him to fu-”

Ron smacked his son's head before he could finish, but the damage was done, (Y/n) sat back in the seat , tears seeped her lips as she stared out the window. Sam acknowledged his mistake ,and didn't say another word for the rest of the car ride.

Mr. Witwicky dropped the girl off and watched her sad figure walk inside the house, he looked back at Sam, a deep frown placed on his face. “Out of everything to say, you allude to her being a prostitute-”

“She was bashing Mikaela-”

“She wasn’t bashing that girl, and you know it!” Mr Witwicky threw his hands to the roof of the vehicle in frustration, “She was pointing out how you take the things you have for granted, especially your friendship. To be honest I thought you'd grow up and be smart and realize that (Y/n) is the one you should be running after, not some chick who messes with jocks and because she looks like a pornstar,”

Sam looked at the door (Y/n) walked through, the lights were on-signaling her Nana was awake, it was no doubt she would be interrogated. He knew his dad didn’t mean to insult Mikaela, so he let it slide; but he still didn’t like how both of them were right. He did have a habit of chasing after girls who focused more on popular guys than schoolwork.

“She’ll never see me that way, she only has stuck around because we’re all we have-“

“Oh so “friends” wake up at 2 o’clock at night, go on a car chase and get arrested for someone because their friends,” The boy's father was deeply disappointed, watching the girl he watched grow along his son wasn’t something to idle by. (Y/n)’s reputation would be described as pure since middle school and on; However, tonight tainted the innocent record that landed her many scholarships.

“Think about all the things she lost, do you honestly want to take away the one thing she wanted to achieve in life?! Her degree in robotics, her minor in creative writing-“

Sam sighed in frustration, his father didn’t even finish he was so heated with the night of events. It was his first time being arrested along with (Y/n), however it didn’t affect him as much since his father was head of the neighborhood watch.

“I-I couldn't see her that way! I chose to see her as a sister-and whenever I entertained that idea it just seemed wrong!” Sam looked at his dad, a pained expression morphed on his face from the night of events, “I know I'm not the one for her Dad, these past few years proved it. Yesterday, I was so jealous at the thought of another guy stealing what we have with each other, then I realized how toxic I would've been-to keep her single while I kept looking for someone else like her.”

Ron frowned slowly realizing what his son was venting. He knew the answer but decided to ask anyway. “Did you fall in love with her and give up?”

Sams face twisted and turned his head out the window once more, the night sky suddenly looked more interesting, “Why continue to chase after someone when they deserve the moon, and you simply can’t give it to them,”

~✯~

The two women were silent as they looked at eachother, it was overwhelming to say the least. (Y/n) had expected to see a belt, her laptop and favorite belongings on full display in front of Nana awaiting her punishment. Instead she wasn't seeing any of that, her grandmother simply sat on the sofa with her hands in her lap staring up at her with worried eyes.

She stood in the living room, tears running down her face, her twists were in a disheveled bun from the night of events and her pajamas were dirty. Her Nana gave her a once over, spotting the scrap on the girl's knee that wasn't banaged. You’d think the girl would have noticed her injury, she guessed the adrenaline as she ran from the dogs made up for it.

A sharp inhale caused (Y/n) to flinch, much to her grandmother's dismay, “You don't have to be so tense, I talked with Ron on the phone. I know it wasn't your fault sweetheart,” The older woman stood up from the sofa and waved a hand gesturing towards the kitchen. “Let's fix you up, then you can tell me your side of the story.”

(Y/n) stood still in the doorway, a sharp needle of anxiety pierced her heart, “You're not mad? Or disappointed-?”

“Not mad, just worried. And the only way I would have been disappointed was if you hadn’t complied when told to-that would have put you in more danger.”

The two of them made their way to the kitchen, the light in the room seemed to calm her down for the most part but she was still unsettled from everything that had happened. She couldn’t forget the words the men had spoken to her in such a derogatory manner. (Y/n) normally would’ve rolled it off her shoulder, but something about tonight hit her like a storm.

‘We get girls like you in this seat all the time, star students by day-druggies by night’

‘Such a shame, we've got nothing but good things about you on file. It seems everyone has a devil inside them-’

‘What do you expect? Their kind is more susceptible to the life of crime anyway. Especially females, they love the rush of a thug being their man-ain’t that right girl?’

The second cop was so racist to a point where she didn't understand. The other one was treating her and Sam to the same treatment where the other was just so discriminatory. She's sure a good bath and drowning herself in movies would help, after all it wasn't like racism didn't exist; everywhere- even on cybertron that's how she learned about the subject anyway-especially with Nana's concerns of her going to middle school not knowing about the subject.

(Y/n) flinched as her grandmother cleaned the cut, she felt like a little girl again watching how she carefully cleaned the cut with peroxide before dabbing on some neosporin. If she wasnt so traumatized she'd be convinced she had just fallen off her bike after learning for the first time. Pop’s carrying her back in the house as she sucked on a popsicle through blurry eyes of frustration.

“You're lucky it was just grazed, nothing too deep,” Her Nana placed a kiss over the band-aid before putting the medical supplies away, “Now do you wanna tell me why you chased after that vehicle?”

The girl let out a shaky breath before starting the disgruntled tale. Her grandmother had fixed herself tea as she listened, sometimes she would interrupt and ask questions; ‘How tinted were the windows?’ ‘Could you see the driver?’ ‘Did the motor sound weird?’. It wasn’t long before she paused mid story when she accidentally spilled that they saw something, Nana gazed at her telling to continue, but her mouth became dry. Her grandmother didn't react well last time when she mentioned the insignia, how was she supposed to tell her about the robot she saw? She could hardly believe it herself from what her own eyes had captured.

“You-you wouldn’t believe me anyway-”

“Try me,” The cup was sat down, the kind gaze never wavering as she looked at her, “Me and your grandfather have seen and experienced many things (Y/n), that many people wouldn't believe unless they've seen it for themselves.”

A nervous laugh erupted from her tired lips, she hardly believed what she said next, “Sam's car turned into a giant robot.” She laughed again, but this time it was sad as tears rolled down.

Then it hit her, whatever it was-the anxiety never left this time instead it boiled. Her mind couldn't take it-she was so tired. The sight that she had seen tonight was the one thing she had wanted to see since she was so young. She promised to help them-to fight alongside them in the war and achieve many victories for their cause. And here she was years later, and she didn't know if she believed it, or if she had simply gone mad after her grandfather died.

Whether it was the lost part of innocence tonight or wishful thinking, she never wanted that escape again more in her life, she missed it. The effortless journals she’d write of going on adventures, fighting, living a life as that character everyone loved and wanted to be. All of it, was it pointless?

“-Sweetheart?”

“I'm going to bed-I-Im sorry for lying, Nana. We only saw the burglars abandon it, nothing more.”

(Y/n) left the kitchen her form shaking and disgruntled, as her Nana sat at the table watching her leave. The older woman sighed, rolling her eyes before getting up and heading towards her room. A liar is not what (Y/n) is, her Nana knew. What emerged from her granddaughter's mouth was nothing but the truth.

Robots-no Cybertronians are a special case.

Their whole family knew the truth except the girl in the other room, sometimes (GM/N) wondered why they never told her the truth before (GD/N) died. Sure, it was best to keep her innocent for a while but after what she saw tonight only means she'll soon be tossed into something she never bargained for.

Nana took the box from the high shelf from the right side of the closet where her late husband stored his belongings. The box was a bit worn and dusty, but the contents were safe. She hugged the box close to her chest and sent a quick prayer.

Afterall, her granddaughter was going to need it.

~✯~

To many teenagers work was a chore they hated to get up and get ready for this time of day, but as far as this aspiring protagonist goes, she loved waking up in the morning and heading to her family's library. With her finals being done in comparison to Sam, she's able to take up earlier shifts than normal. Luckily Grace was willing to switch morning shifts with her this morning much to her pleasure.

It was around nine am giving her enough time to organize the return pile by genre and author. It was a nice ritual to get her mind off of the past few days, don't get her wrong; there were moments she'd mess with the band aid on her knee, or simply sipped her coffee anxiously as a police car drove by the large window. She didn't want to think about that night, and if she did she only wanted to think about one thing; the cybertronian.

It started to feel wrong to call them a robot after all she knew what the species were called. It was no secret to her family about the stories and now-truth be told she started to gain the suspension. They were not just stories. She thought long and hard about how gentle her grandmother was with her yesterday, she kept glancing at her as if she had something to tell her-just don't know how. Not to even mention she sat by the phone expecting Sam to call her-why she didn't know. (Y/n) just wanted the reassurance that they were still friends-family even.

(Y/n) placed the last neat pile over near the horror section, it had been quite popular the past few weeks after they hosted that horror book night last october-it was her idea for a fundraiser and it was highly successful. The only takeaway was hunting people who forget to return them. In the corner of her eye she watched her Nana walk out of the break room with a steaming cup and a cinnamon roll from the bakery next door.

If She had been a bit more considerate of herself this morning she might have gotten one as well, they were nice and soft, the icing smooth and sickenly sweet if eaten too fast. She had to think long and hard about where she was going to eat lunch.

(Y/n) finished her morning ritual in the library with ease, once she was sure everything was in order she was able to help out at the front. Some were familiar faces, others were simply students from other schools returning books required for the curriculum of english. It was all worth it; after the familiar face strolled in her heart began to thump anxiously, whereas her hands were suddenly busy in her coils.

The black haired boy looked around for a moment before locking eyes with her own. It didn't take but a minute before he flashed a smile heading in her direction, the others in the library seemed irrelevant at the moment in comparison to the male who remembered her quick words that day. He looked nice; His shirt was black with vertical white and yellow stripes down his chest, and he wore black jeans with a subtle chain on the hip. His converse were a bit dirty like hers, but in her mind all shoes were meant to be replaced after a while.

“So this is the famous (L/n) library,” Bee smiled brightly, he did another once over causing her heart to warm with his excited eyes, “I’m impressed! You own the place so young?”

She laughed, “No, it's a family business! It’s been here for more than sixty-eight years.”

He whistled low, the charm he had was starting to take effect. She licked her lips nervously as he took a gander at the ceiling, it was a renaissance styled painting with her family's stories. There were many robots stylized to show which were good, evil, and simply trying to survive crossfire. His eyes seemed to land on one figure specifically, a large sword was in the figures hands, they were leaner with a female build with an angular frame. What stood out so much was the male human by her side.

Blue eyes went back on her form, something glimmered for a second before a carefree look took on his features. He paused for a moment, looking behind her, she followed his gaze seeing that Nana was looking at the boy. It was a moment where (Y/n) could see them talking with their eyes, another moment passed before her grandmother smiled, turning to her.

“(Y/n) who is this? A New friend?”

The girl bit her lip looking over at a Bee, he seemed to be awaiting her answer, “Y-yeah, we met at the park last Friday. He was very nice,”

The boy seemed to approve of her answer, “Hello my name is Bee,”

“Hello Bee, Im (Y/n)’s grandmother (G/N), but you can call me Nana,” Nana smiled at her new friend, placing the new stack of history books on the desk to be organized later. “You're actually in luck, my sweetheart is on break! She'd love to hang out with you a bit.”

“What? But-”

“That's great! I'd love to hear more about the paintings above and the histories about them.” The black haired smiled.

Her Nana pushed her from behind the desk quickly, urging her to talk to the boy before them. (Y/n) grabbed her grandfather's notebook from the top counter, this one was the history about the library, in chapter two it gives short summaries about the paintings above. She’d tell her friend about the summary and they tell him what she remembered about the story to the best of her ability.

(Y/n) led Bee to the comfortable part of the library, in the far corner there was a circular table with two arm chairs. It was her favorite spot for breaks. They both sat down, she couldn’t help but notice how the boy felt up and down with the fabric as if it were foreign to him.

“Is it not comfortable?” She questioned quietly with a frown. Bee flinched with her question, planching his hands on his knees.

“No-no it's very comfortable-im just not used to the feeling,” He answered with a bit of nerves in his tone. “I'm sorry if I've offended you-”

“No you haven't, I just wanted to make sure my new friend was comfortable,” She offered a kind smile to ease him of his worries.

She gave him a once over, he did clean up nicely from the last time she saw him, however she couldn’t help but pause at his neck. There was a prominent scare on the right side, she couldn't believe she had never seen it before. If there was one way of describing it, it would be a star that she gazed at each night before going to bed, it rested right near the vocal cords.

“So about the femme-female in the middle, what story do you have for her my dear storyteller?”

(Y/n) actually let out a giggle, “Storyteller? Is that my new nickname?”

Bee hummed, “No you deserve something better, but that's what you do right? You tell amazing stories and draw people in.”

“Well yes, but it's only fun doing it. It's not like it'll be a job for me to do in the near future.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow, which apparently has a slit, “Why not?”

“It simply won’t pay the bills. As an aspiring author or writer you have to be smart, you have to have another area of profession to feed yourself until everything takes off.”

He nodded in understanding, “I see. I wouldn’t rule this out of your life forever. You do such a good job as is,” He scooted the chair closer once the girl flipped through the pages of the book. He seemed more preoccupied with staring at her than the varying pictures. “So what are you gonna read to me today?”

(Y/n) smiled, “The summary of Merlin’s Female knight. I’ll have to get to know you more before I tell you the full tale. These are our family stories.”

“Seems fair,”

The girl inhaled before starting the summary.

“During the dark ages of Merlin, a variety of knights were introduced from the planet Cybertron. With these knights came a new era of acceptance with humans; they fought many wars and formed many alliances. However with the new era the knights acknowledged something needed to be changed with predacons as well. A few of these predacons were highly intelligent femmes pledging their loyalty to the cause. Three knights took the predacons as sparkmates, leading to the next generation. One of these femmes was named-“

(Y/n)s words faltered as she felt Bee's breath on the nape of her neck. She finally took notice of how close he’d gotten. His hand was close to hers, slightly brushing as she flipped the page again. She was reading the words in English, skipping over the cybertronian language she’s grown to learn.

A hand clasped hers urgently, she paused on the page she was about to skip, the pages were filled with the foreign symbols. She looked at him, his mouth was moving as he scanned the page.

‘He can read it?!’

“You can read it? How can you-“

“I-I’m sorry I have to go.” The boy removed his hand from hers, the warmth that enveloped her body was gone; she was so tempted to frown right there. She stormed after him, questions filling her mind with urgency. It’s been so long since she had someone who understood the language other than her grandparents.

“Wha-what? Why? What did I do-?” Bee cut her off by grabbing her hands in his once more. He stared at her, his eyes were worried and deeply struggled to communicate.

“You haven't done anything. (Y/n) I know I haven't done anything to deserve your trust ,but I’m going to need you to trust me,” His frown seemed almost natural on his face as if he was more accustomed to the expression. It spoke volumes to her. “I promise, to explain later sweetspark okay?”

The girl nodded a bit, flustered from the boy using the tongue it took her many years to accomplish. He had her trust by just speaking the language. With the nod of confirmation, he made haste out the front doors. When she tried to watch him leave, he was already gone.

It was two hours after the boy left and oddly enough (Y/n) felt as if a huge weight was lifted off her chest in regards to the events that have happened lately. She could still feel the warmth of his hands against hers as she turned the pages.

It felt as if the hands on their own could tell stories, along with the scar of the left side of his neck. The intimate thoughts she had earlier returned, her lips would graze each scar with sweet whispers; (Y/n) could hear his playful tone teasing her for being so bold, yet so sweet with his battle wounds.

She paused for a minute at the thought-when had she decided the scars came from battle or even a war. Something about her intuition was going off, whether it was the sinking feeling at the thought of him being so young on the front lines, or the fact he had to keep such secrets of his injuries to himself. (Y/n) shook her head before closing the book, deciding it was time to clock out.

Grace had already clocked in thirty minutes ago and was ready to take over. Now all she needed was her book bag and-. A loud commotion of a familiar voice suddenly filled the space of the library much to her dismay, she hoped it wasn't her Nana reminding her not to work overtime and to relax. However, when she turned the corner from one of the isles she was met with an erratic and panicked Witwicky.

“Sam! What the hell is your problem?! This is a library-!” (Y/n) was suddenly embraced by Sam, his form was shaky and he had labored breaths. She didn't get to ask questions about it, as she was already being led outside the library with her bookbag in hand.

“We’re being followed by the car,” Sam spoke quickly, he grabbed her bike from the rack and pushed it towards her. She finally took notice of the fact he was riding his mom's bike, normally she would’ve laughed but at the moment she sunk in the situation at hand.

“Did you just say the car is following us?” The question rolled off her tongue with ease, it sounded excited, no hint of worry in sight. It scared her afterwards with how quick she got happy with the thought of the alien following them.

“Yes-it followed me home! Then when I biked here to get away, it followed me-only it didn’t take the same route, it took a faster one and parked behind the building. It knows where you work!” He hopped on the bike, (Y/n) doing the same quickly with her own, as anxiety rolled down her spine.

The two teens biked down the street quickly, it wasn't long before the sound of a roaring engine sped up right behind them-the game of cat and mouse being reversed from the other day. The girl didn't dare to look back, Sam did enough for the both of them combined. Judging from the way her friend was panting in panic she could only assume the car was close. They both decided to bike through a park, Sam was so focused on his escape from the vehicle to notice the uneven concrete in the midst of their path.

It was a domino effect, Sam flipped himself landing on his back with a pained groan. (Y/n) let out a yelp and tried to swerve the bike in time but ended up losing her balance and falling off. She bit back a whine from the new found scrapes and bruises on her elbow and right knee.

“Sam? (Y/n)?” A familiar voice called out to the two of them. Sam looked to his right to find Mikeala and her friends looking at them. A few were giggling and whispering while looking in (Y/n)’s direction, none of them had ever seen the girl flawed before. The teen always made sure to be poised in all conditions, however seeing the girl fall off her bike nearing tears was something to boost their egos.

“Hi,” He mustered awkwardly with a groan, whereas (Y/n) simply waved a hand clutching her arm.

“Um t-that was uh-that was really…..awesome,” The girl managed to ease up the situation, “Are you two okay?”

“N-no I'm not-alright? I'm losing my mind. My car is chasing us,” Sam bit out straightening his bike. He looked over at (Y/n) taking in her injury, her steps faltered a bit due to the pressure placed on her knee. Sam quickly helped her onto her bike, his hands rested on her hips longer than they should’ve though. “We gotta go.”

Mikaela noticed (Y/n)’s look of anguish for a moment before turning back to her friends, “Hey I'm gonna catch up with you guys later.” About the time the brunet made it to her Vespa the two friends were already on the move once more.

(Y/n)’s balance swayed here and there, her head was throbbing and her elbow hurt to bend. She was lagging behind, the car seemed to notice, as each time it got to close it started to slow down its pace giving her enough time to bike through each light.

Thankfully they finally found a place to stop, (Y/n) led the way underneath the interstate bridges where many cars were parked. She gestured to Sam to follow her, they had found a nice hiding spot for a moment,watching the car speed past. The two friends looked at each other before letting out a breath of relief.

“Are you okay? How's your arm?” Sam gently grabbed the girl's arm, trying to extend it a bit to make sure nothing was broken. (Y/n) winced a bit, fighting back tears, it wasn't that bad, she was sure it'd feel better later.

The silence was soon interrupted by a familiar siren, shaking the girl to her core. Sam on the other hand was relieved, he whispered a soft ‘stay here’ before moving from their hiding spot. Her breathing became labored, the foreign chill of metal on her wrists became a new fear. They couldn’t be arrested again, they couldn't!

“Officer!Listen-” Sam let out a pained yelp as the car door hit him, knocking him off the bike with one fell swoop. (Y/n) gasped, she suddenly forgot how to breath suddenly as she watched her friend wither on the ground.

“Offi-Listen to me! Thank god! My friend and I have had the worst day ever! We've been followed here-on my mothers and her grandmother's bike! Right?! And My cars right there-and it's been following me-us here! so-so get out of the car!” Right after Sam slammed his hands on the police vehicle it started to drive forward, knocking Sam off his feet and onto the ground. “Woah stop-!Okay-Okay!I'm sorry! Im Sorry! I'm sorry I hit your car!”

“Stop!” (Y/n) raced from her hiding spot, she tried to step between Sam and the vehicle. She kicked the hood showing she had enough of the abuse of power displayed. She however paused once the vehicle's headlights popped out, sharp metal sticking out around the lights sending a chill down her body. She soon looked at the side of the car, her body running cold; ‘to punish and enslave’.

“Run. Sam run!” She grabbed her friend, helping him on his feet; it was just in time too, she soon heard the sound of shifting metal behind her. The rise of bile was heavy in her throat as she pushed Sam to run faster.

“Oh Shit! Oh Shit!” Sam screamed as he made a turn through the rubble of trash. “What the hell is that?!”

“A Decepticon! Here on earth?!” The girl cried to herself, she was pretty sure her subconscious mind answered for her. She had never seen a Decepticon in person, but the way the con was chasing them with a threatening aura she was so sure.

Before she could get them to make another turn she felt herself flying through the air before making impact with the windshield of a car. She heard Sam scream her name, only for him to fall on top of her a second later. She made a move to push the boy off only to scream instead once the con pulled out a chainsaw for a hand, slamming it on the side of the car.

Out of all the questions she had running through her mind as to why the con wanted them only one was answered, and it was one of the most threatening ways of answering.

“Are you username Ladiesman217?! And are you Storyteller (Y/n) (L/n)?!”

The two teens looked at eachother frightened, “Yea”

“Where are the glasses! And the books of Luna One!”

#bumblebee x black reader #bumblebee x reader #transformers bayverse #transformers #transformers optimus #transformers x reader #black reader #Spotify

[artscapade]

“I can best this.”

Please do not repost my art anywhere. Redbubble | INPRNT | Instagram

#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #soc #leigh bardugo #grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #crooked kingdom #freddy carter #amita suman #that gif quality is so ugly on the dash #open it i beg you its so much better

[scifiphan]

100 Days of Youtube - (46/100)

↳ tbh the top charts were so extra (x)

#making gifs from a 240p video: suffering #heck these r ugly i'm sorry i have never been able to find higher quality sources of the top chart videos #this is such a demon post i hate me #also i had no inspiration to gif and this was in my history so that's why this is on ur dash #i had to no joke gif every moment just to make a set of 9 #dan #phil #dnp #daniel howell #phil lester #amazingphil #danielhowell #phan #phandom #dan and phil #dailyphan #teddiigifs #100DoY

[cheesus-doodles]

Coffeeshop

Deeply inspired by (lifted directly from) @j0succ​​ ‘s neighbour!Sukuna au. That one ask from a nonnie on Sukuna catching Toji entering/leaving reader’s apartment had me shook so hard I had to write this. Might not follow that particular ask exactly, but I will try and keep it as true as possible! This will be in parts because I lack the talent and patience to write ngl. Sorry for the wait Nat! 

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Part 2: Playdate || Part 3: Tea

Masterlist

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gif credit

tw: none

Enjoy!  ❤

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Sukuna knew he should have just ignored that blasted man-child. Outright ignored or sent him a different direction from you. Because this situation he found himself in was completely his fault.

It all started with an innocent enough meeting at that corner coffee shop that the pink-haired man always found himself going back to. It was one of those things in his life that he can't quite pinpoint why he did what he did. 

Perhaps it was the high quality of coffee that sent caffeine running through his veins in the best possible way and brought him back to life for just another day. Maybe it was a breath of fresh air with the cafe’s vintage feel, high ceilings and soft music, as opposed to the cramped apartment that he shares with his son (or at least when he does have custody of the hyperactive boy). Or just maybe it was because of the memory of a nice drink he had there with you once, under the cool breeze of the air conditioner going at full force on a hot summer day, Yuji bouncing on your lap as you tried your best to keep your iced drink from spilling.

Yet, instead he found himself not with you, but with another friend of his, in an impromptu catch-up session. A few shallow knocks of wood against the table had Sukuna dragged back to reality, his dreams of romancing you over a good cuppa dashed momentarily as he quickly moved to pin Yuji down in his child seat. One thick, muscular arm held tightly on to the further end of the high chair as the kid with an all-too familiar mop of pink hair tried to make a break for it, a mug of coffee held impeccably in the other. "Yuji, behave."

The boy frowned at his father's demands, pulling a ugly face before crossing his arms and sulking. There were mutters of your name and how you would let him run free, but his child, after a few seconds of meeting Sukuna’s annoyed side-eye face-on, finally decided to back down and dig into the dessert placed in front of him as an acceptable tradeoff to freedom. 

He let out a sigh, looking up at the other duo that had just settled into the plush seats across from them. “What’s up, Toji?”

"Hey, when's Yuji free for the next playdate?" Toji growled out between orders of "Sit down brat!" as he wrestled Megumi into the child seat. Not even a full greeting this time, it seems. The pouting kid gave up when placated with some god-knows-how-old chocolates that his father pulled out from his too-tight jeans, allowing himself to be put into the high chair. “Tomorrow alright? Got something on.”

"Tomorrow afternoon will be fine." Sukuna sighed, draining the remnants of his coffee. He desperately needed another. "Yuji's getting restless as well." 

Meetings like these were more of a courtesy the duo extended to each other, a chance to trade favours. Calling Toji a friend would be a stretch. The other man was more like a reluctant acquaintance, or maybe dad friends, as the Internet calls it, with them only becoming associated through coincidence: both just happen to live in the same area, both Yuji and Megumi happen to attend the same kindergarten.

His counterpart sighed, probably in relief. Sukuna knew that Toji was taking advantage of playdates, using them for babysitting services, but he couldn’t say he had never done the same. It was really give and take.

“Behave.” Sukuna told Yuji firmly, before getting up from his seat to order another coffee. He passed the display of colorful cake and pastries, and paused. That time he swiped a lick of cream from your bottom lip and ate it, only for you to laugh and smear his face with cream, and not offer to lick it off. The man almost rolled his eyes, before quickly catching himself, and shuffled along before he could get hmmpfed by the customer behind him. You did tell him to play nice.

The memory of you did give him a bleeding heart though, and taking pity on Toji’s sullen brat who has been entertaining Yuji for the past half an hour, he grabbed a slice of chocolate roll for Megumi along with his fourth cup of espresso of the day. Balancing both, Memgumi perked up right away when the roll was placed in front of him, and graciously allowed Sukuna to ruffle his hair without a fuss. Toji, barely looking up for his doom-scrolling, was still being a cheap bastard to his kid apparently.

The two sat in mutual, comfortable silence, deciding to take the time to look around the cafe and scroll their phones instead of forcing idle chatter. Megumi, after devouring his chocolate roll, went back to entertaining Yuji’s stories with at least a bit more enthusiasm than previously. 

The cafe bustled around them, the chatters of various patrons mashing together into a sea of background noise. Minutes ticked by on the clock that hung on the brick wall behind, Sukuna taking a break from his screen to listen in on Yuji and Megumi, who were both deep into a discussion about the ongoings and who’s who in school. He heard mutters about another piece of shit that Megumi taught a lesson (language, Sukuna sighed again in his head), and Yuji complained about the lunch offerings again. Ah, to be a kid again.

He finished up his now-cold coffee in a single gulp, and the porcelain clink of the cup against the saucer broke the two kid’s bickering momentarily. “Time to go, Yuji.”

Picking his brat up from the seat and balancing him on a single arm, he tossed a mocking salute at Toji, who still barely bothered to look up. "Gotta run. See ya."

Yuji waved a sad bye to his friend before the duo left the comforting coolness of the cafe for the safety of home. You should be back from work about now, after all.

#jujutsu kaisen #neighbour!sukuna au #cheesus drabbles #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #neighbour sukuna #fushiguro toji #ryomen sukuna

[cheesus-drabbles]

Coffeeshop

Migrated from @cheesus-doodles.

Deeply inspired by (lifted directly from) @j0succ​​ ‘s neighbour!Sukuna au. That one ask from a nonnie on Sukuna catching Toji entering/leaving reader’s apartment had me shook so hard I had to write this. Might not follow that particular ask exactly, but I will try and keep it as true as possible! This will be in parts because I lack the talent and patience to write ngl. Sorry for the wait Nat!

Part 2: Playdate || Part 3: Tea

Masterlist

gif credit

tw: none

Enjoy!  ❤

Sukuna knew he should have just ignored that blasted man-child. Outright ignored or sent him a different direction from you. Because this situation he found himself in was completely his fault.

It all started with an innocent enough meeting at that corner coffee shop that the pink-haired man always found himself going back to. It was one of those things in his life that he can't quite pinpoint why he did what he did.

Perhaps it was the high quality of coffee that sent caffeine running through his veins in the best possible way and brought him back to life for just another day. Maybe it was a breath of fresh air with the cafe’s vintage feel, high ceilings and soft music, as opposed to the cramped apartment that he shares with his son (or at least when he does have custody of the hyperactive boy). Or just maybe it was because of the memory of a nice drink he had there with you once, under the cool breeze of the air conditioner going at full force on a hot summer day, Yuji bouncing on your lap as you tried your best to keep your iced drink from spilling.

Yet, instead he found himself not with you, but with another friend of his, in an impromptu catch-up session. A few shallow knocks of wood against the table had Sukuna dragged back to reality, his dreams of romancing you over a good cuppa dashed momentarily as he quickly moved to pin Yuji down in his child seat. One thick, muscular arm held tightly on to the further end of the high chair as the kid with an all-too familiar mop of pink hair tried to make a break for it, a mug of coffee held impeccably in the other. "Yuji, behave."

The boy frowned at his father's demands, pulling a ugly face before crossing his arms and sulking. There were mutters of your name and how you would let him run free, but his child, after a few seconds of meeting Sukuna’s annoyed side-eye face-on, finally decided to back down and dig into the dessert placed in front of him as an acceptable tradeoff to freedom.

He let out a sigh, looking up at the other duo that had just settled into the plush seats across from them. “What’s up, Toji?”

"Hey, when's Yuji free for the next playdate?" Toji growled out between orders of "Sit down brat!" as he wrestled Megumi into the child seat. Not even a full greeting this time, it seems. The pouting kid gave up when placated with some god-knows-how-old chocolates that his father pulled out from his too-tight jeans, allowing himself to be put into the high chair. “Tomorrow alright? Got something on.”

"Tomorrow afternoon will be fine." Sukuna sighed, draining the remnants of his coffee. He desperately needed another. "Yuji's getting restless as well."

Meetings like these were more of a courtesy the duo extended to each other, a chance to trade favours. Calling Toji a friend would be a stretch. The other man was more like a reluctant acquaintance, or maybe dad friends, as the Internet calls it, with them only becoming associated through coincidence: both just happen to live in the same area, both Yuji and Megumi happen to attend the same kindergarten.

His counterpart sighed, probably in relief. Sukuna knew that Toji was taking advantage of playdates, using them for babysitting services, but he couldn’t say he had never done the same. It was really give and take.

“Behave.” Sukuna told Yuji firmly, before getting up from his seat to order another coffee. He passed the display of colorful cake and pastries, and paused. That time he swiped a lick of cream from your bottom lip and ate it, only for you to laugh and smear his face with cream, and not offer to lick it off. The man almost rolled his eyes, before quickly catching himself, and shuffled along before he could get hmmpfed by the customer behind him. You did tell him to play nice.

The memory of you did give him a bleeding heart though, and taking pity on Toji’s sullen brat who has been entertaining Yuji for the past half an hour, he grabbed a slice of chocolate roll for Megumi along with his fourth cup of espresso of the day. Balancing both, Memgumi perked up right away when the roll was placed in front of him, and graciously allowed Sukuna to ruffle his hair without a fuss. Toji, barely looking up for his doom-scrolling, was still being a cheap bastard to his kid apparently.

The two sat in mutual, comfortable silence, deciding to take the time to look around the cafe and scroll their phones instead of forcing idle chatter. Megumi, after devouring his chocolate roll, went back to entertaining Yuji’s stories with at least a bit more enthusiasm than previously.

The cafe bustled around them, the chatters of various patrons mashing together into a sea of background noise. Minutes ticked by on the clock that hung on the brick wall behind, Sukuna taking a break from his screen to listen in on Yuji and Megumi, who were both deep into a discussion about the ongoings and who’s who in school. He heard mutters about another piece of shit that Megumi taught a lesson (language, Sukuna sighed again in his head), and Yuji complained about the lunch offerings again. Ah, to be a kid again.

He finished up his now-cold coffee in a single gulp, and the porcelain clink of the cup against the saucer broke the two kid’s bickering momentarily. “Time to go, Yuji.”

Picking his brat up from the seat and balancing him on a single arm, he tossed a mocking salute at Toji, who still barely bothered to look up. "Gotta run. See ya."

Yuji waved a sad bye to his friend before the duo left the comforting coolness of the cafe for the safety of home. You should be back from work about now, after all.

#jujutsu kaisen #neighbour!sukuna au #cheesus drabbles #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen au #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jjk #jjk x reader #neighbour sukuna #fushiguro toji #ryomen sukuna #sukuna imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[dragonzzilla]

When I first saw Viego/The Ruined King's design, I was let down. This broody young man was nothing like the image that had been built in my head. "How could this brat be the Ruined King?" I thought. I wasn't alone in this belief, but as I listened to other opinions, I was slowly won over and I began to see the strengths of his design.

A spoiled prince who thinks the Byronic Protagonist WOULD be the sort of man who would tear down the world for (twisted) love. He's the main character of his own story, a noble man kept cruelly from the love of his life. Everything he does is Justified, because he's the handsome and dashing Hero who will set everything right. And it was that force of personality that captured Isolde's heart; it didn't occur to her that she didn't really have a choice anyway, with her being a peasant seamstress and him a king. Instead of viewing the marriage as the abuse of power that it was, she thought herself at the center of one of those romantic tales. Viego is supposed to be seductive. Not in the way that Evelynn promises carnal pleasure, but the fantasy of being swept off your feet by someone nobler and wiser who will take care of you, who knows what's best for you. Of course, therein lies the trap. After the initial high of being lovestruck, Isolde found out all too late that Viego does believe that he knows what's best for the both of them, for better or worse. He became controlling, abusive. Never hitting her, never doing anything that threw his love into doubt, but nonetheless causing Isolde's spirit to wilt. In his mind, he genuinely loves her... but because of the way he was raised, as a spoiled prince who got everything he wanted and was never taught responsibility until circumstances forced the crown on to him, he still views the world (and its inhabitants) as possessions. Supplementary lore corroborates this, painting him as a highly emotional manchild who would always explode when denied something he wanted.

THAT is the horror of Viego (as a person). Few of us have had to deal with an undying wraith king, but we all know of a Viego in our lives. Superficial charm concealing a volcano of emotions that could erupt at any time. A monster incognito. That he doesn’t look dangerous at a glance aligns perfectly with his theme.

... With that being said, in active spite of Riot’s cowardly and business-driven decision to make their designs as broadly appealing as possible, which comes at the serious detriment of LOL’s artistic integrity, I like to think Viego WOULD have a monstrous form. Until recently, the denizens of the Shadow Isles reveled in the macabre, and to a certain extent the lesser specters are allowed to remain so, because they’re not the headliners. But the point of the Shadow Isles is to show what happens when obsession spirals out of control, one’s foibles dialed up to 11. Viego, therefore, could still appear as a dark-but-handsome prince, especially when he’s trying to assert his royal authority or so Isolde might recognize him in his eternal search for her... but when his composure breaks and the mask falls, the monster comes out. Handsome features contorting in rage, cracking and splitting, literally bursting with indignation, until he's a screaming wraith that’s incandescent with rage, exuding the same unearthly glow of Thresh’s lantern--everything ugly about his soul boiling to the surface. To quote J.R.R. Tolkien: "His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more money than they can enjoy suddenly lose someting that they have long had but have never before used or wanted."

Because this is the Shadow Isles, one of the few places in the setting where you can magnify a person’s qualities to fantastical heights, and that’s a rich ground for monster design. This is a fantasy universe after all, you’re supposed to have fun with the impossible.

#league of legends #character design

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

A Classic Day- Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: A day in which the reader and Dean are supposed to spend the day taking in the beauty of classic cars.

A/N: This is based on my trip to a classic car museum that a friend and I went to yesterday. I thought it would be cool to imagine it with Dean since his car is one of the ultimate beauties!

Warnings: Occasional swearing, lots of tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2018

Masterlist

Ever since you were little, you loved classic cars. The older the car, the larger the appeal to you.  Something about the older cars, like those from the 1920s, the Model T’s, on down to the 1970s, stood out to you. You believed cars today don’t get the attention and the TLC they got back in the day. The process of building a car as a team of people, one person, and part at a time, is short in place of mass production cars. With how much time you spend with the Winchester Brothers, taking care of them, the Bunker, and helping with hunts as much as they would allow you, you had no time to go out and visit any classic car showrooms. You usually just settled with television shows, magazines, and the internet to fill your interest. That is, until one day, a commercial flashed on your TV advertising a car show coming to the town you and the brothers happened to be in on your monster-hunting journey. Sparking your interest, you dashed out of your room and into the main room where Sam and Dean were busy looking into another case and to the one person you know would not say no.

“Dean! Listen to this! There’s going to be a classic car show in town starting tomorrow and I think we should go!” You say to the eldest Winchester, who only just glanced at you momentarily from his research, before looking back to his book. He didn’t say anything at first, so you continued talking, trying to convince Dean to go with you. 

“There’s supposed to be so many kinds of cars, from all periods, and a lot of them were hand-painted and restored right here in town! Come on, Dean, please!” You whine, sounding like a child, to wish Dean rolled his eyes but smirked and chuckled at you anyway. 

“Why are you laughing?” You question, putting your hand on your hip in a sassy way, giving off all the attitude you felt inside. 

“Darlin’ I already had plans to take you to the classic car show in town. As soon as I heard about this, I took a case that came up in town, and hoped I would’ve been able to have the day off to take you.” Dean admitted. 

“You asshole! You had me all worked up, thinking I had to work hard to convince you to go!” You sassed, jokingly whacking Dean in the arm.

“Ow!” He whined, rubbing the spot you just hit but still smirked at you anyway.

“Now get dressed kid, those PJs won’t hold up at the car show.” Dean took in the outfit you were currently wearing, winking at you as his eyes came back to yours. Your cheeks reddened and you quickly turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your reaction. Not that you had a choice in the matter of how you reacted to Dean, after all, you had strong feelings for the eldest brother. Something you always kept to yourself and planned to do so at all times. 

You got dressed quickly and decided to keep your outfit cute but comfortable. The weather was warm in Santa Fe that day so you opted for shorts and a tank top, with tennis shoes to ensure your feet would remain comfortable all day. Keeping your make-up light and your hair up in a ponytail, you added a clear gloss to your lips and called it a day. 

“Y/N? You ready?!” Dean called from down the hall to you but you surprised him by standing right next to him and answering him.

“Yeah!” You said, to which he jumped at your response.

“Jesus kid, don’t scare me like that!” You just smirked at his response, finding it funny that he had such a strong reaction to you scaring him. 

On opposite sides of the Impala, you and Dean got in and headed off to the arena where the event was being held. The drive was quiet besides the mild sound of classic rock playing from the stereo. However, something about Dean seemed off to you but you just ignored it and turned all your attention out the window. You hadn’t even realized the car had rolled to a stop until Dean nudged you.

“You seem deep in thought. Anything you wanna share?” He asked, looking over to you.

You shook your head, avoiding any conversation that may be uncomfortable, so Dean just let it go. 

Following him as quickly as possible, you noticed he went another way from all the other guests. 

“Where are we going?” You ask, falling in step with him.

“They asked for Baby to be in the show. I’m the only person in miles of this place that owns a Chevy Impala and especially one from ’67.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s amazing, Dean!” You praised him.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to let you down. I can’t go see the cars with you until the show is over.” 

The look of hurt and betrayal reared its ugly head over your face and all you could do is run. Run as far away from the hurt Dean just placed inside your heart, despite all the times he called after you. There was no way you could’ve enjoyed the show now, so you grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed Sam’s number.

“Y/N? Hey, what’s going on? I thought you were with Dean?”

You sniffled and mustered up a “Dean lied to me.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Dean entered Baby in the car show and didn’t tell me.” You cried much harder than you had originally started this phone call and Sam knew what he had to do.

“Stay there and be out front in fifteen minutes; I’m on my way.” He instructed and you followed his word.

Exactly fifteen minutes went by and Sam was there to pick you up and take you back to the Bunker, squeezing your shoulder affectionately when you cried again.

Dean’s POV

“Sam?! Y/N? Where are you guys?” I yell for my brother and my best friend when the car show ended. Baby took home first prize for overall quality in the 1960s category. Every decade had at least twenty different kinds of cars so it was exciting my girl was the best car made during the 1960s. However, I was not able to celebrate with anyone because I noticed Y/N was no longer with me. Immediately, I began to worry, wondering where she could’ve run off to and when no one had seen her, I texted Sam.

Me: Dude, please tell me y/n is with you! I haven’t seen her in a few hours and I can’t find her, I swear on Dad’s grave if something happened to her…

Baby bro: Relax, Dean. She’s here with me.

Me: Oh, thank Castiel! Why is she with you?

Baby bro: Because you had to lie to her and not tell her you weren’t going to be able to enjoy the car show when you knew how much going with you to this, meant to her.

Shit, I messed this up bad.

“Y/N?” I knock on her bedroom door but there was no answer.

“Y/N, kiddo, please. I want to talk to you” I practically beg on the opposing side of her door, my head leaning against the door frame. 

“What do you want, Dean?” She opened the door to me, but only part of the way. I could tell she had been crying by the puffiness of her eyes, and at that moment, I knew I loved her. 

“Y/N listen, I am so sorry I didn’t tell you but I knew if I told you the real reason behind me going to this show, you wouldn’t go.”

She didn’t look impressed so I continued my explanation.

“I heard about this show a long time ago and managed to find a case here in town. I went ahead and made sure we had a day off when the show started. But then you wanted to go and you got so excited, so I had to lie. I couldn’t let you down like that. I wanted you to enjoy the show for a little while.” 

“Just leave me alone, Dean.” And with that, she shut the door in my face, leaving me with my thoughts.

“Damn it!” I punch the wall beside her door and rush off to the common room.

“What’s gotten you so mad?” Sam asks as I storm into the room.

“Am I the biggest idiot on the face of the earth?” I ask rhetorically.

“Probably but what did you do?” Sam pokes fun at my dismay, earning him a bitch face.

“I just made y/n hate me. Sam, you should’ve seen her face; she’s so hurt.”

“I know. I’ve been with her for the last few hours.”

“I’m sorry you had to be there for her. I’m supposed to be there for her, to care for her. She…She’s my whole world, Sammy. And she just locked herself out of it.”

“You love her, don’t you?” Sam asked.

I thought about it for a while, contemplating my answer and making sure I was one hundred percent sure. “I do. I love her more than I love pie, or beer, or bacon, or Baby even! She lights up the room when she walks into it. She’s always the optimist when I’ve been the pessimist. Always smiling and laughing, not a hateful thought in that pretty little head of hers. She understands the life Sam, she gets it. She helps as much as she can with research and tidying up around here, especially after us. I don’t know what I’d do without her Sammy and I don’t ever wanna find out.” 

“Took you long enough, Winchester.” A feminine voice spoke up from behind me; I’d know it anywhere.

I turn around and see her leaning against the map table, arms folded and one leg crossed over the other. She stood like this a lot, usually meaning we were going to hear some sass coming from her, and of course, that’s what we got. 

Without really thinking much of it, I walk to her, taking long strides, to get to her as quickly as possible, to when I reach her, I grab her face in both my hands and pull her to my lips. She immediately responds to the kiss, her hands on my wrists as her lips dance perfectly with mine. We battle for dominance, going in circles, her pulling my lip, I pulling hers until I successfully pushed past her lips and was able to feel her mouth against my tongue. 

The sound of Sam clearing his throat is what finally pulled us apart. She held onto me still, clinging to me like a child, and I just encircled my arms around her. 

“Next time y’all do that, make sure I’m not here to see it. Oh, and it’s nice to finally have a sister.” He winked before stalking off into the other room.

“I’m sorry that took so long. You know how stubborn I can be.” I admit, looking down at the smaller woman in my arms.

“Mhm, yes, I do know this. Boy, do I ever know that. Yet you forget, I am too and that, is why I think we made a wonderful couple.” She smiles up at me; I return the favor.

“I love you, kid,” I say, kissing her once more. 

“I love you, too. Now, take me back to that car show tomorrow; you owe me.” She sasses me once more and my only answer is to bend down and wrap my arms around her legs, lean her over my shoulder, and lift her off the ground. She squeals in delight, kicking and screaming for me to put her down and when I do, it’s on my bed, where I hover over her and kiss her some more.

“If you promise to be my girl, I promise to take you back to the show.” 

“Deal.”

Tags  (Requests are open) @fandom-princess-forevermore​ @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams​ @simpleboox​ @marvelfansworld​ @tloveswriting​ @juju-la-tortue​ @67-chevy-baby​ @akshi8278​

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #dean fluff #Jensen Ackles #supernatural

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#answered #anonymous #and tnx anon!

[addictedforbooksquad]

S U M M E R  R E A D I N G  L I S T

Summer is here! What are you all up to these days?

Are you lying on the beach, sipping some cool drink with a fancy name and enjoying the sun? Or sitting on a long monotonous flight to your holiday destination? Or perhaps you’re chilling in the park after work?

And is there something missing in all those scenarios?

Why, a good book, of course!

So here’s a list of some of our favourite books; ones that we love coming back to again and again and ones that we might’ve read only once so far but already know we’ll be rereading them in the future :) And since summer is a perfect time to read something new as well, you’ll also find some upcoming releases that we’re excited about here.

Happy reading!

UPCOMING, NEW AND NEWISH RELEASES

The Chase by Elle Kennedy (expected publication date : August 6th) - not only Fitzy was shook by Summer’s appearance in The Score, we were too! Now we cannot wait for their story and with our love of Off Campus series, our expectations for this book to end up being the hottest read of the summer are pretty damn high.

The Governess Game by Tessa Dare (expected publication date : August 28th) - the first book in Girl Meets Duke series, “The Duchess Deal”, was an absolute delight to read and we’re hoping this one will continue that happy hot streak.

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik (expected publication date : July 10th) - a good retelling by one of our favoruite authors sounds like a must-read and must-read it is.

Hot Asset by Lauren Layne (published : May 22nd) - the first book in Lauren Layne’s newest series, 21 Wall Street, has it all - steamy romance, great cast of characters, some crime and mystery and last but not least, hot brokers in suits.

Sea Witch by Sarah Henning (expected publication date : July 31st) - MERMAIDS. Enough said.

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang (published : June 5th) - we fell in love with this book and we’re sure many of you will too! It’s funny, it’s warm, it’s sexy and Stella and Michael are definitely our faves this summer <3

I Think I Love You by Lauren Layne (expected publication date : July 10th) - the last book in Oxford series and we’re definitely curious about it. We love us some fake dating and friends to lovers trope xD

Pride by Ibi Zoboi (expected publication date : September 18th) - contemporary Pride and Prejudice retelling? WE. ARE. SO. IN.

Jock Row by Sara Ney (published : May 3rd) - in our minds, you can’t go wrong with some steamy sports romance for a summer read and this one is just so freaking cute!

Mirage by Somaiya Daud (expected publication date : August 28th) - YA fantasy with Moroccan-inspired setting and the summary sounds oh-so-intriguing. Is this the next series we will get obsessed with? Seems probable!

To Kill a Kingdom by Alexandra Christo (published : March 6th) - bloodthirsty mermaids? Check. Ruggedly handsome pirates? Check. Enemies to friends to lovers trope? CHECK, CHECK AND CHECK, GO READ THIS BOOK NOW.

The Naked Truth by Vi Keeland (expected publication date : July 23rd) - most of us on this blog have a “hit and miss” experience with Vi Keeland’s books but this one seems like a perfectly balanced hot meal of romance and angst, so we’re here, ready for it xD

FAVES WE LOVE COMING BACK TO

The Score by Elle Kennedy - again, you just can’t go wrong with sports romance for some summer reading and Allie and Dean will surely knock your socks off. WE LOVE THIS STORY!

Addicted series by Krista & Becca Ritchie - it won’t come as a surprise, surely, that this is one of our most beloved series. In fact, we’re planning on rereading it sometime in August! So...anyone else ready to go through ten books full of love, friendship, heartache, pain and utter bliss? Join us and fall in love with Lily, Rose, Daisy, Lo, Connor and Ryke just like we did!

Walk of Shame by Lauren Layne - one of our favs by Lauren Layne, it’s SO CUTE and FUNNY and will make you feel good!

Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman - at first sight, this is a story of summer romance set in Italy - which makes it perfect for summer reading list - but in reality, it’s. So. Much. More. And it might very well break your heart but it’s worth it.

Foolish Kingdoms series by Natalia Jaster - creators of this blog have declared themselves crazy for Natalia Jaster’s writing - and it all started with the first book in this series, “Trick”. Fantasy setting, poetic prose and entertaining layered characters - what more could one wish for?

All for the Game by Nora Sakavic - this series is by no means a “light” summer read but we still love it so much and can’t help rereading it again and again. The Foxes have claimed our hearts and refuse to let go, just as we do.

Devil in Spring by Lisa Kleypas - how can one pass summer without reading at least one steamy historical romance, right? And this one doesn’t disappoint! With a charming and refreshing heroine and a dashing hero who becomes her biggest fanboy in a matter of a few chapters, it’s a real treat :)

When Dimple Met Rishi by Sandhya Menon - young love at the summer program for aspiring web developers with romance and cuteness overload, are you in or are you in???

Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover - friends-slash-neighbours with benefits arrangement meets Feelings. Rules are broken. Complications ensue. Read it *whispers SUBTLY*

Tell Me Three Things by Julia Buxbaum - perhaps a book set in high school doesn’t exactly scream “summer” but this is one of our favourite YA contemporaries. There’s just something about the way this book makes you feel...we just cannot recommend it enough!

From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata - sure, this is a sports romance revolving around figure skating which happens to involve lots of ice but rest assured, the chemistry between Jasmine and Ivan will leave you in need of ice for cooling down purposes.

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black - granted, we’ve read it only months ago, but this one has us absolutely obsessed. And you could be too, just dare to venture into the mysterious and deadly world of faeries - just remember to guard your mortal heart.

Everless by Sara Holland - YA fantasy with an usual concept of time as currency - it keeps you on the edge of chair as you read it. If anyone feels like reading some quality fantasy this summer, go for it!

Married by Morning Lisa Kleypas - favourite one from The Hathaways series! Catherine and Leo just own our hearts <3 This book will make you laugh and (maybe) cry and (surely) fan your heated face (because the hotness levels? Phew🔥

The Foxe and the Hound by R.S. Grey - this is such a make-you-feel-good book and the main character, Madeleine, couldn’t be more relatable. She’s in her mid/late-twenties and - plot twist - doesn’t have it all figured out yet. Luckily, not all hope is lost yet xD

Forbidden Hearts series you by Alisha Rai - it saddens us greatly how underappreciated Alisha Rai’s writing is. She writes compelling diverse characters and her smut is the ultimate proof that Consent Is Sexy. Join us in fangirling!

#nadaily #dailylit #book recs #bookworm #bibliophile #reading #literature #books #ya literature #na literature #booksquad talks books

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Cassidy you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Igor Karkaroff!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

It’s always a joy seeing people apply for a second character and it was such a pleasant surprise to get this app in our inbox! I feel like you fully fledged out a character that we haven’t seen a lot of, and gave him a life beyond the little skeleton that you based it off of! It’ll be so intriguing to see a character like Igor on the dash and to see you personify a character that is as underplayed and unknown as him and make him your own! I’m sure he’ll be a fantastic addition to the dash, and we can’t wait to see how you explore him further. *your fc change to Boyd Holbrook has been accepted

application beneath the cut; tw: physical abuse, violence, death

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Cassidy, 22, she/her, Pacific Timezone, United States.

ACTIVITY

I feel like I’m decently active. I try to get out one reply a day, if not more. I do have more time to write now, but just to be on the safe side I’d say 6/7 out of ten.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I’m already a member of this AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL group, but it was through the marauder rp tag….I think.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I feel like the many characters of Harry Potter are misfits, outsiders, people who just don’t fit in, and I’m definitely part of that group. I think last time I said Sirius (yay for dysfunctional families) or Luna (because she’s always being herself no matter what). This time, I’ll say Neville because if one guy didn’t fit in well it was him. Sure, he had friends, but I think even then he still felt like an outsider even if that wasn’t true. He had major insecurities, but we read and watched him develop and move beyond those which takes guts and I really dig that.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nope! :D

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Igor Einar Karkaroff

‘Igor’ is a common Slavic name and means protected. His mother chose this name because she wanted her son to always know that she will always be thinking of him no matter what. To her, it is meant as a blessing.

‘Einar’ comes from the Old Norse name Einarr, possibly related to the concept ‘the einherjar’, warriors who died in battle and ascended to Valhalla. ‘Einar’ means one/alone and warrior. This is also the middle name of his father.

I found pretty much zero information about the meaning/definition of the name ‘Karkaroff’, but in Turkish ‘Kark’ means unsettled, so there’s that.

FACE CLAIM

First choice: Boyd Holbrook

Second choice: Taylor Kitsch

Third choice: Wentworth Miller

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I’ve had my eye on Igor for a while now. He’s not the most played character from what I’ve seen and there isn’t a lot about him anywhere (I guess I have a type). There are no long lists of headcanons or a few dozen dreamcasts and aesthetics rolling around in Tumblr, or extra hidden facts if you look hard enough between the lines. All we know is what the books say and how the movies portray him. And he has an ugly, cowardly, slimey personality. But all of that is why I was so drawn to him. His bio made me see him in a different way and the more I develop him in writing and in my head the more excited I get. It made me start thinking about who he was as a 29 year old man, what made him the way we saw him, what was his role is and why.

Young Igor is not the man we know or think we know, but that is exactly what he wants you to think. He is an intangible mystery, like trying to catch smoke with your hands. All people annoy him, disgust him, he hates everyone and everything. He sleeps all day and stays up all night, smoking half a pack of cigarette as he tries to wash the blood out from his clothes. Nothing fazes him because he’s seen it all, he’s done it all; that’s what happens when you attend Durmstrang Institute. This is the real Igor, but no one sees the real Igor. Not some, not a rare few, not close friends- no one.

On the outside, he works for a wealthy pureblood family training and tending to their dozen or so horses, for both racing and companionship. The work is quiet. It’s just him, the horses, and his thoughts, just how he likes it. It pays well enough for a room every night at the Leaky Cauldron and to put food on the table. He is always dressed neatly, always very, very clean, and almost too formal even in the most casual of situations. His connection to the Inner Circle is Orion Black, who has slowly introduced him to a handful of Death Eaters and like minded people within the past year. He is still earning their trust, but he’s so close he can taste it.

Igor doesn’t care about blood status or the lack of magic. He is a dark, dangerous man by nature. Being a Death Eater means having all the fun and no consequences. And it allows him to continue his search for the people who killed his family, making him the last Karkaroff.

Igor has the dark mark. He always wears his mask when it’s needed and only a few Death Eaters know he is one.

I stopped myself here, but I’ve written more about his family and stuff in his about on his mock blog.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Igor is male and uses the pronouns he/him.

Igor/Chemistry. Also, I think Igor would like Alecto and Edgar. She’s very Durmstrang in his mind and Ed seems pretty dark, ya know.

Igor does not do romance. He doesn’t cuddle, he doesn’t kiss, there is no hand holding or hugging. He doesn’t want to know your life story and he will never ask for it in the history of ever. The only thing he wants to know is your age. Hell, he doesn’t even need to know your name. Once he’s done fucking, you better get your clothes on and the get the hell out of his bed. There is only enough room for one person on his very large king bed. Maybe a cat or a dog. He hasn’t decided yet.

With that said, Igor is an intensely private man, not very experienced if we’re talking about the number of sexual partners, and sex just isn’t important to him. Relationships don’t matter to him either. It will only get in the way of his ultimate goal. He values intelligence more than anything else.

He is pansexual, with many hedonistic qualities. I don’t think Igor would really know the term ‘pansexual’ so when it comes to his sexuality he doesn’t put a label on it and simply likes what he likes.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-A MOCKBLOG: https://igorkvrkvroff.tumblr.com/

-A PLAYLIST: https://igorkvrkvroff.tumblr.com/tagged/%7B-igor-%7C-music-%7D

Depending when you check out the mock blog, there might be a few headcanons which will be labeled as so.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

That answer is easy. His first thought his is family. Igor wouldn’t want to bring them back from the dead, but he’d want to be able to access all of their memories, their final thoughts, the last things they saw. Happy memories and, their favorite ones. He would be able to revisit these memories over and over again. It would most likely have to be a spell, as it would only work after a person died when their consent is not needed. The spell would only be needed to be performed once, but it would have to be very soon after death before the body has mostly or completely decayed. (wow that’s a little morbid).

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

Igor would bring a couple packs of cigarettes. He’s a fighter and not afraid of much, but if he doesn’t have a smoke on him he will go batshit insane. He would probably bring Severus Snape with him. He’s just as mysterious as Igor is and the kid doesn’t talk too much and when he does it usually has value to it. Most importantly, he can trust Snape not to do something that could cost them their lives.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

The hardest decisions to make for Igor are about the ones who he chooses to trust. Short of saving his life, there is not much one can do to earn his trust even if they have innocent intentions. It takes months, even years of knowing each other. His closest friends are back home, brothers and sisters who he went to school with. There may not be many of them, but Igor knows he can trust them with his life.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

Igor would do anything to make sure his affiliation with Voldemort and the Death Eaters does not get out. It would get in the way of his own personal vendetta. Igor has business with many people, each one carefully used to his exacts needs and if any of that got out it could mean his life.

WRITING SAMPLE

Word count: 867

Trigger warnings: physical abuse, violence, death

It was the first day of spring in Kalmar, Sweden; beautiful, peaceful, and quiet. Daylight broke only five minutes ago and the town was barely waking up. A young eleven year old boy was rising from bed, his footsteps so quiet it was like he was floating above the ground. Although it was now spring, there was still snow on the ground and a biting chill in the early morning wind. The boy got dressed in thick furs and thick boots. He passed by the kitchen where a young man sat alone, just getting home from work, vodka in one hand and a book in the other; he did not look up so the boy continued on. He grabbed his bicycle (that he bought with his own money) out of the shed, dragged it to the sidewalk, and started pedaling to the office of the local newspaper.

The snow had melted just enough to where it only took him one and half hours to finish his paper route instead of the usual two. The boy returned the bag to his boss, a generous old man, and collected his weekly check; 50 kr, muggle money, but it was just as good as the magic kind. With a hug, the boy left and returned home.

If only his route he had finished sooner.

He could hear his twin sister sobbing inside his home and he was still on the sidewalk. The blue bike fell to the ground with a loud scraping noise as he took off; the tire stuck up in the air spun as it was left. As hard as he could, he opened the front door, ignoring it as it bounced off the wall, catching everyone’s attention.

“Nikolai! Go to your room! NOW!”

His mother pointed at him then the stairs, but his father, who was tall, angry, and greasy, who has been gone for three weeks, smacked her hand out of the air and grabbed her wrist, twisting the bone as she bit down on her lip to swallow the cries.

“BOY! Go sit your ass down. Right. NOW!”

His eyes darted around the living room; two lamps were broken and a glass of orange juice puddled in the middle of the floor. Time froze. The air tasted like poison.

“BOY!”

Nikolai watched himself turn his head as he looked at the kitchen where smoke was rising up behind the counter; breakfast was burning, the kettle was going off, his twin sister was watching their parents with fat tears running down her face, blood dripping from her cheek, and horror in her eyes. He watched as his father yelled again. He watched as his father marched up to him still body and just as he raised his hand, a bright red light shot out from behind him and slammed him into the wall.

“Igor!” Nikolai shouted as his brother descended down the stairs in a black robe and red cotton pajama pants with the Durmstrang insignia printed on it. His wand was high in the air.

Igor ignored his little brother, gently pushed past his mother, and walked right up to his father where he crouched in his own piss, moaning with pain.

“You broke my fucking leg, you fucking bitch!” His father screamed, spit flew in all directions.

Igor tilted his head down at him with a look of pure disdain, only letting out a rough sigh.

“What did I tell you I’d do if you ever came back here?”

His voice was so calm, so cold, it gave Nikolai chills.

Igor’s father gritted his teeth through the pain as he tried to stand up, swinging at his oldest son, but with one strong kick Igor broke the other leg.

“Igor!”

“Mom, take Nikolai and Natasha upstairs.”

“Igor, please,” she said as she waved the twins over, putting her arms around them protectively. “What do you plan on doing?”

Igor kept looking into the glossy eyes of his father, “Mom, take them upstairs or you all are going to watch me kill him.”

Only the cries of Igor’s little sister could be heard.

Finally, his dad spoke, “…son, have mercy on your father…”

“Mercy? You want mercy?” Igor growled, pressing his bare foot down on his father’s chest. “Did you give mom mercy when you beat her within an inch of her life? What about Natasha, when she couldn’t leave the house for three weeks because of the black eye you gave her! Or Nikolai when his arm was broken and in a sling because of you! YOU! The man who is suppose to be their father!”

Igor’s cheeks felt wet as he pressed down harder on the man’s chest. “Or me, who you use to practice the cruciatus curse on? Where’s your mercy now?”

His father was babbling, completely incoherent as he tried to reason with his son, but Igor wasn’t listening. He wasn’t listening to the pathetic cries of his father, or his mother begging him to not do it, or his little brother and sister crying into their mother’s stomach.

Time stood still. The air burned his throat like fire.

It was only Igor and his father.

“I should have done this years ago.”

#accepted app

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Sierra you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Florence Wilson!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

The way you fleshed out Florence and made her entirely your own was something that really struck us -- given that there’s not a lot to go on with canon information for her. But you built her up in our heads, and it was beautiful to see a fully formed and fleshed out character come to life in our imaginations! We’re so excited to see her on the dash and see what potential plots you come up with for her! *your faceclaim change has been accepted

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hey there! I’m Sierra, I’m 22, and I use they/them/their pronouns. I live in the EST (GMT -5) time zone! I also play Hestia here.

ACTIVITY

I try to post at least four out of seven days of the week, though I’ve been getting better at time management as the semester winds down! I’d probably give myself a 7 out of 10? .

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I think I originally found the RP through the HP RP tag, though I’ve been playing Hestia here for a while now!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Most frequently I identify with Luna Lovegood; she is fiercely loyal, intensely kind, and willing to fight for anyone she cares about. She has a unique point of view and may not quite understand the world around her at times, but at the end of the day she is one of those people who wants to listen to the people around her and make the world a better place.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing at the moment! But if you want some fun facts about me … here we go? I want to be a Rabbi and I’ve been teaching myself Hebrew, German, and Dutch over the past year or so. I also have read the Harry Potter series in Spanish.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Florence Irene Wilson;

Florence, from the Latin Florentius or Florentia, means “flourishing” or “prosperous.” It is also the name of the city where Mr. Wilson proposed to his wife.

Irene, from the Greek Eirene, means “peace” and is derived from the name of the Greek goddess who personified peace, or one of the Horai. It is also the name of Florence’s late maternal grandmother who died months before Florence was born.

Wilson, from the English ‘son of Will.’ It is a surname that has been in the family for generations.

FACE CLAIM

If possible, can I change Florence’s faceclaim to Felicity Jones? I feel like she has a lot of similar aesthetic qualities to Troian Bellasario but is more of an underused faceclaim. My second choice of a faceclaim for Florence would be Willa Holland; my third choice would be Camila Mendez.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Florence has always found a reason to fight. She is too strong-willed and too outspoken to let something that bothers her go unnoticed. There are beginnings of a fire within her, sparks flying, hoping that a fire will catch on and burn through the darkness of her current world. As a girl who cares far too much about justice, Florence is never satisfied with the way that things are. She is the first to stand up when someone asks for help and the last to step down when things look bleak. Still, despite all of this, Florence doesn’t just want to fight. She wants to make some kind of a difference, to foster real, tangible change. The Order wasn’t doing enough to satisfy her; they were careful, slow, and too under the radar. After leaving Hogwarts, it became clear to Florence that there was too much at stake. She is a Muggleborn, the only witch in her family. With her right to existence on the line, this war is far too personal for her not to join in Aversio’s efforts. 

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Florence/Chemistry

Florence dedicates herself wholly to a cause, whether it be her work with house elfs or her dedication to Aversio’s cause. It isn’t often that someone catches her eye romantically; sure, there are people she doesn’t mind looking at … people too good-looking to ignore. While she isn’t entirely opposed to having a one night stand or a fling, the idea isn’t the most attractive in the world. She would prefer a long-term relationship, but only if it was with the right person. For most of her life Florence has been too occupied with her work and special interests to truly pursue a relationship, though, and she doesn’t see that changing any time soon. That being said … things can always change!

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-A MOODBOARD

https://68.media.tumblr.com/42a4f4abdd52d83c7d191732289cee6c/tumblr_or3oq4nFbX1vgn58eo1_500.png

- A FEW HEADCANONS

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ-A, The Logistician

“Logisticians don’t make many assumptions, preferring instead to analyze their surroundings, check their facts and arrive at practical courses of action. Logistician personalities are no-nonsense, and when they’ve made a decision, they will relay the facts necessary to achieve their goal, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action. Logisticians have little tolerance for indecisiveness, but lose patience even more quickly if their chosen course is challenged with impractical theories, especially if they ignore key details – if challenges becomes time-consuming debates, Logisticians can become noticeably angry as deadlines tick nearer.” Wand Type: 10.5 inches, Cedar wood, unicorn hair core

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“This sounds absolutely ridiculous, but I would love to create a spell that could check my writing for any sort of grammatical errors. It’s not that I’m a horrible writer – it can just be so time consuming to go through something twice, three times, or even more, only to find that I’ve messed up something as simple as a semicolon. I’m sure someone’s thought of it before … though I’ve never heard of it, so … maybe it doesn’t?”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Merlin, that’s a tough one. I suppose I’d have to go with Ted Tonks, though. He’s just one of those people that I trust implicitly with those kinds of things. He seems pretty smart and levelheaded, and he just gives off vibes that he would protect someone and stand by them no matter what. – and I guess I’d bring my pepper spray, seeing as it hasn’t failed me yet.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“When I know that something is right for me personally but isn’t best for everyone else, it can be difficult to prioritize things. I don’t like putting myself first … but there are times when its necessary.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“I never want people to say that I don’t try or that I’m fighting a meaningless fight. People who can’t try to understand what I’m doing probably haven’t had something to fight for in their lives.”

WRITING SAMPLE

Sitting alone in her parents’ living room, Florence felt a burning inside of her. It started in her head, rearing its ugly, searing pain each and every time she recalled a Missing Person poster or read another obituary describing a thoughtless, unnecessary death. It travelled down to her cheeks, red and filled with a kind of fury that she hadn’t felt before. There were no tears left inside of her. Even if she wanted to cry, she couldn’t bring herself to let a single tear drop from her eyes. To cry would be to surrender to the pain, to let it overwhelm her and take away any agency that she felt left. And yet, no matter how much Florence wanted to fight the pain, to stand up and shout, to throw something across the room just to watch it break, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. It weighed her down, pressing on her shoulders with the pressure of a thousand heavy bricks. At school, just a few short years ago, ignoring news from the outside world seemed easy. She didn’t care as much for updates from the Daily Prophet as she did for letters from her mother and father. The Wizarding World, even after all the years she’d spent at Hogwarts, still felt a little foreign to her. Florence connected more to news about Parliament than the Ministry and wanted to hear more about ongoings at home than the winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile. But now that she had graduated and returned back to the comfort of her Muggle home, she yearned for a way to stay in the loop about the war in the Wizarding World. While the Prophet’s updates came steadily, they were impersonal, reducing people with families, hopes, and ambitions to nothing more than a name and a ‘Last Seen’ date. Panic set in nearly every time she opened the paper. Which of her friends would be the first to appear on the list of missing or murdered people? When would the war finally hit her too close to home? Florence tore the Obituary page from the paper, crumpling it in her fist. Kenzie Blair. The young woman’s face swam in her memory. It must’ve been at least a year since they spoke; Florence never considered the younger girl to be more than an acquaintance, a somewhat-annoying, bit-too-chatty Hufflepuff that just wanted to make friends. In her mind, Kenzie had always seemed a bit younger than she actually was, eternally fourteen no matter how old she actually turned. Now, of course, the younger woman would always be seventeen, barely old enough to apparate, much less to make a name for herself. Florence got up from the bed and crossed the room to throw away the balled-up paper. Looking at it only infuriated her, making her want to scream. Almost without thinking, Florence headed to her own bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The letter from Kingsley Shacklebolt lay on her desk, just where she’d left it for the past month. Taking a piece of paper, Florence shakily wrote three short words on the page before shoving it into the envelope and sending it off to Kingsley with her owl. “Let me fight.”

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