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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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Can u do a Tom Holland x black reader were the hollandare going to readers families house for dinner and there very excited because readers mom throws down In the kitchen and they love soul food 🥰 ending in fluff

T.H| Uncle?

Damn yo baby wild

Warnings: helping you put on jeans, mother crying for .5 seconds- sam holland being very hungry- language? Idk

A/n: I kinda just woke up. Ive been alseep all day wtf is wrong with me

“come on braydon!” you shouted at the two year old, who was currently naked running around the house, “Thomas help!” “i see you naked!” he playfully shouted at the baby trying to catch him. “NO!” braydon continued to run down the halls, you groaned as you put the toys in the bath. “BRAYDON NO!” he yelled, your eyes widened as you were confused. “WHAT DID HE DO?” you yelled, looking at the open door.

tom let out a loud groan, grabbing the baby and bringing him to the bathroom. “how did that happen?” “he runs like the flash, i swear i only blinked my eyes for a second and then BOOM here he was” you both looked at the baby, who was licking the icing off of his fingers. “just- come on” you sighed and held out your hands in a gimmie gimmie way, tom gave the naked baby to you and you started to wash him up-

after 5 minutes of fighting braydon trying to not make him eat the lotion nor grease you god him dressed, you all matching shoes. “y/n hurry up!” tom said, throwing his bed on the phone on the bed as he waited for you to put on your pants. “they literally wont come up, i need your help” you looked back at him, all of a sudden his face started to brighten up as he climbed over to you, grabbing the hem of your jeans and trying to pull them up “sheesh, you've been eating good” tom commented, struggling to pull up the pants. “fuck you, no sex for two weeks” you tried to slap his hands away but his jaw dropped looking at you through the mirror “i sincerely apologize for my actions” he said, trying to sound sweet.

“ill think about it, get off me” you waved his hands away but they never left “im gonna get these on and we are gonna act like i never said anything. agree?” he said, “uuuuuhhh” “i will pull these down y/n” “i have other jeans smarty pants” “well then i will leave you like this” he sent a look at you like he knew it all. “whatever” “mommy phone please” braydon said, he grabbed your phone from the night stand and crawled to you trying to hand it to you, you smiled and took the phone, unlocking it while tom stood and pulled up the pants, only to fail again, his fingers started to red but he was very determined to get them on “alright im gonna need you to turn around, then your gonna hold onto my shoulders- and then jump, okay?” he said, looking at you through the mirror as you only nodded and gave bray the phone.

from the top, make it drop thats a wet-

you quickly took the phone away from braydon as tom looked at you as if you were crazy, closing Instagram you put on a very wide smile handing him back the phone “lets just get these pants on” you said, finally turning around to tom and holding onto his shoulders. “one...two...three!” you jumped and he pulled them up “one more time...one..two..three!” he pulled them up higher and you looked at yourself behind letting out a ‘yay’ “you see how strong i am?” he flexed his muscles and you and you only shook your head “we got places to be thomas”

tom offered to go to Safeway for a whole new, non homemade cake which you of course disagreed, at moms house nothing was store bought other then the ingredients, and ramen.. but other than that she was all good.

“come on bray, time to see nana” tom whispered, trying to tickle his neck as bray let out little breathes, wiggling his head a little bit, but when he opened his eyes a smile found his face that made tom chuckle “yeah bray, were gonna go see her” he cooed, unbuckling the car seat and taking him out.

stepping up to the house brought back memories, but it was time to make new ones..tom walked with the diaper bag on his back and bray on his hip, his hat backwards as he bounced braydon some, watching the door open revealing “papa!” bray cheered, a big smile on his face and his eye creases that he got from his daddy, he threw his arms out trying to wiggle out of toms arms which you all laughed at, “hey pops” you said while he reached for the baby “hey princess, how are you?” he asked, opening the door more and tom held your hand, walking in.

“good, wheres mom?” “shes in the kitchen” he smiled, you seprated yourself from them both leaving bray telling them make believe stories about knights and dragons and how he gave them an uppercut, it left pops questioning if the house is safe or not but oh well.

you walked into the kitchen finding your mom cooking the greens. “oh- ive been waiting for you” she smiles, taking the ladle out of the pot and putting it on the glass painting you made. you smiled and walked closer into the kitchen, right infront of the sink. she crossed her arms over the chest and looked at your figure “how have you been baby?” she asked and you shrugged.

“im happy...like really happy, which is actually strange you know, the love i have for tom is.. indescribable actually” you smiled as her bottom lip quivered “mom dont do it, pleaseee dont” you whined looking away from her. “i cant help it!” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. “god your all grown up-” she looked away from you took, placing one of her hands on her heart.

“you wouldnt be doing this to jamie” you said glaring at her. “because hes a man, and when he was a boy he was a damn handfull” “all he did was play the game!” “exactly” she tipped her head at you and you giggled.

she opened her arms and you playfully rolled your eyes, walking over, you embraced her “you were our little princess, you asked for a prince everyday and begged for a frog” you both laughed “and i had to tell your dad every single goddamn day to hide the skirt, hide the dress, it was madness”

“and then- and then it went woooshhhh” bray said, sitting on papas lap and speaking with his hands. “very interesting, and when did this happen?” he asked, bray thought for a minute.. “like yesterday!” tom laughed at the small child's words while papa had to act like he believed it letting out an ‘ahhh i see’ and nodding his head.

it took a while for everyone to get there but everyone came, Sam continuously reminding harry that he fasted to the meal that your moms gonna cook while harry thought about it his self, his mouth watering as he drove to the house.

Jamie came over with his wife, their kids older than your own by a year so they could socialize all they please, you all took your time talking to each other, Nikki sticking with your ma and dom with pops, you and tom plus his siblings sat around and watched the kids speak, you looked over at tom who looked over giving you a childish smile which you returned putting your hand through his hair and playing with his loose curls.

“i swear she was always so thirsty” “shut up Jamie” you rolled your eyes, all sitting around the dinner table. “she would wake me up in 5 in the morning telling me its morning time and asked for orange juice” he said proving a fact as everyone around laughed, “she still does it now” tom added on making everyone laugh a bit harder “i think shes passing it on to bray” everyone looked at bray who was way to invested into the chicken bone, when he looked up he let out a “wut?” he really said `-` and took another bite.

sam finished his plate early, harry calling him fat and having a minor argument, you and Jamie wife shae talked while tom chatted with Jamie, all invested as a family, braydon played sword with Jamies son Shawn while his daughter Jannie ate the green beans, she walked over and asked for your corn bread noticing you haven't touched it.. you weren't such a corn bread fan so you gave it up to her “you look so gorges” “thank you auntie!” she said cutely, her dimples popping out as you let out an awe and looked at shae which she laughed.

it all ended in everyone watching the old movies, the ones you grew up watching. Eddie Murphy, Martin Lawrence and “uncle!” bray shouted, everyone look at him confused. Samuel l Jackson on the screen “what bray?” you asked, tom laying on top of you with bray laying on top of him, well sitting on him. “he told me- he told me he my uncle!” he turned to you and pointed at the screen, nodding his head aggressively. tom laughed “yeah i bet” he starts to remember when he took bray on set.

everyone let out tired laughs from the explanation and slowly fell asleep, tom holding your thigh as you left your hand in his hair.

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littlebitoffanfic · 4 years

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The Warriors Smile

Fandom: Pocahontas Characters: Kocoum, Kekata, Nakoma, Pocahontas Relationship: Kocoum AN: So I remember seeing this request for Kocoum, but I cant seem to find the specific request. I remember it being about him not dying and the reader traveling with John and the reader falling in love with Kocoum and respecting his culture, but the details are foggy. Im not sure if this was what you had in mind, but I hope it satisfies you for now and if ive totally miss remembers the request or its not what you were looking for, just let me know 😊

You didn’t like being on deck when it was such a storm. You were useful as a medic, but your training didn’t extend to battle the harsh sea. But after John had jumped overboard for Thomas, you came to make sure they weren’t injured. John saw your sour face when the men started talk of killing anyone you came across in the new world. After he came down from the crows nest, he tried to cheer you up, not knowing that you only stayed on deck to speak with him. “You look like you were the one who fell overboard.” He leaned against the banister, his face scrunched up in fake concern. “I wish you wouldn’t call them savages.” You mumbled to John, not having enough energy to fight with the rest of the crew. “But they are.” He looked at you perplexed. “Besides, everyone else on this ship calls them sav-“ “You’re not everyone else, John. And they look up to you. You cant have not noticed Thomas following you around like a shadow.” You saw the smirk pull at his lips meaning he knew what you were talking about.

“He listens to you, too. Hes becoming pretty knowledgeable with medical stuff because he follows you around like a child.” John fires back, and he was right. But only because you warned Thomas that you might not always be around and he needed to know enough in case something happened to you. “Just, just remember. They’re humans too.” You huffed, wanting to move the subject back. “But they’re different.” John kicks off a boot to pour out some water. “They aren’t as different as you think, John. We’re different. Most people on this ship are different. Different eye colour, hair colour, height, weight, built.” You wave to the crew who weren’t paying any head as they secured the deck. “But i bet they have hearts that beat, lungs that breath and blood that runs red.” “Maybe I’ll find you a savage for you to find out.” John smirks at you as he tries to lighten the mood, but the moment he saw you weren’t impressed, he stopped. John could normally read you like a book. You had bother grown up together, and he pulled you along on his adventures many times. He got into fights and you patched him up. You had warned him that you were just a nurse, and one day you might not be able to patch him up. But he dismissed you as a ‘rambling wife’. Not that you were married, or anywhere near a relationship. In truth, you were sure you two would rip each others throats out if left alone too long. But people often assumed there was more than friendship. “I truly hope you are joking, John. No one deserves to die for simply being alive.” You shake your head, disappointed as you stand, rubbing your arms. You turn to disappear back into your quarters, hoping your words might have some weight with the man.

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When John disappeared from the landing party, you found yourself wondering into the surrounding woods. You knew you would be chastised for it later, but you didn’t care. It was so beautiful. you wouldn’t go too far, venturing about 15 minutes away from the others until you found a clearing. The way the sun shone down on the forests was like something out of a fairy-tale. You were so lost in the beauty of it all that you almost didn’t notice the small chirping coming from the ground beside you. Glancing down, you saw a small bird. It had a yellowy orange chest, with a blue back and black markings. Crouching down, you wondered why a bird would be this close to the ground. It seemed dangerous. Unless something was wrong with him? The bird began to jump to you, but you saw its left leg wasn’t taking any pressure and it hobbles a little. “Shhh.” You picked up the small bird with ease and sat down with your legs crossed, your skirt making a small nest for the animal to sit in. “I think you have dislocated your leg, sir.” You mused, gently wrapping the bird in the towel and making sure you could still get to the leg . You grabbed some small bandages you used for fingers and smaller cuts and folded it in half so it was the length of the birds leg. You wrapped the small leg till you felt it had enough padding without hindering the bird too much and then tied it up. “All done. My fee will be in the mail.” You laugh to yourself, even though there was no one around to hear your little joke. You unwrap the bird, which tweets happily. “Lets get you somewhere high.” Getting to your feet, you hold the bird in your hands, leaving the towel and your medical supplies on the floor as you searched the surrounding trees till you found a branch about the hight of you eyes. Taking the bird over, you place it on the tree, but the branch wasn’t thick enough and you didn’t think it was high enough either. “Higher?” You ask, even though the bird has no say as you pick it up again, venturing to another tree which was higher up. The bird didn’t even move from your hand as you reached up to let it go onto the branch. It started tweeted, looking up to a near by tree. You followed its eyes and saw a small bundle of sticks and twigs nestled between two thick branches. The problem was that the nest was about 10 foot off the ground. You groaned, walking up to the tree and looking up at your new destination. There was a branch that you could grab onto, but you didn’t know if you had the upper body strength to pull yourself up and hold yourself with just one free hand. Moving the bird into one hand, you reached up and grabbed the branch. You managed to walk up the tree and pull yourself up till you were eye level with the branch you were holding, but your arm was shaking. You were almost parallel to the branch as you glanced down, seeing you were now a good 5 foot off the ground. Before you could even reach out and attempt to put the bird up to its nest, your arm spasmed and you lost your grip. You didn’t even have a chance to yell as you fell, preparing yourself to crash on the ground. Until arms caught you. Your eyes had been scrunched shut, expecting pain, so your mind immediately thought John or one of the others had found you. Opening your eyes, you forgot how to breath. The man who had caught you was unbelievably handsome. Strong cheek bones and jaw line with dark brown, intelligent eyes that stared back at your own. You knew your surprise was painted on your face, but his was stoic, like a warrior. He had long hair with shaven sides, like a mohawk, but the hair fell to the left and down to his shoulder, and white feathers adorned the back of his head. The man lowered you to the ground gently. You both watched each others every movement, trying to work out if the other was dangerous or not. Just because you refused to call them savages didn’t mean you trusted them completely. You were on their land, their homes. They were within their rights to chase you off or punish you if they saw fit. The bird chirped in your hands. Apparently, you had tried to protect the bird from the fall rather than try held yourself. Great self-preservation skills. The man took a few steps back from you but before you could ask why, he ran at you. You let out a small yelp, turning away to try protect yourself. But then you heard a grunt. Looking through your hair, you saw he had ran right past you. And up the tree. He was holding himself on the branch, managing to get enough momentum to get past the lower branch and brace himself on it with a straight elbow on one hand. The sheer strength in his arm was shown by the muscles. He reached out to you, eyes darting to the bird. You instantly understood and went to him, placing the bird carefully in his outstretched hand. He rose it to the nest and the bird jumped happily into its home. You smiled widely, happy that the animal could recover from its injury in its home from a little while. Perhaps you could bring it some food later. The man looked back to you, and you caught his eyes. Despite your smile, his face stayed stoic. Taking a step back, you allowed the man space to jump back down, landing elegantly before straightening back up. He towered over you, and you suddenly felt rather intimidated by his presence as your eyes fell to the red markings on his chest. Two clawed paws. Like a bears or wolfs. You opening your mouth, about thank him when you heard voices calling your name. Whipping to look over your shoulder to where the voices came from, you started to panic. If they found this man, he was dead. Looking back to him, you saw his eyes darting to the sound as well, his stance strong. In fact, you could see that he was growing more hostile with every call. “you need to go.” You whispered, drawing his attention back to you. But his eyes showed confused. He couldn’t understand you. You tried make a shooing motion with your hands, but he only grew more perplexed. Eventually, you were drawn to more drastic measures. You placed your hands on his bare chest and pushed him back behind the tree. He stumbled slightly, before his stance became really aggressive. But he was out of sight now. You backed off, pressing your fingers to your lips as you silently begged him to stay hidden. And just in time. “[y/n]!? Where have you been?” Thomas called out to you and you flashed the man a small smile before walking back to your items. “Frolicking through the flowers, are we?” Ben laughed but ti quickly stopped. “Whats that on your hand, lass?” Looking down, you saw some of the red paint from the stranger had rubbed off onto your hand. “Oh, I found an injured bird.” You wiped the evidence on your skirt as you gathered up your things. “We better get you back.” Thomas looked to the sky, the sun lower in the sky. “Okay. I’ll follow.” You nod, throwing your bag over your shoulder. The two men retreated back into the woods, you following behind. But not before you could steal a glance back to the tree, seeing the stranger watching. You smiled at him before turning back. You heard the men grumbling about having to dig for gold. You would certainly make sure Ratcliff had a piece of your mind if he thought for a second you’d be digging. however, the moment you got back, all hell broke loose. Guns were firing, and crys that there was savages. Ducking behind a waggon, you saw them firing at some people in the trees, and they hit one. That might have been the end of it, but then you saw the man from the forest. He scooped up his fallen alley and carried him back into the wood as they all retreated. Stuck in a conflict, you stayed hidden as you thought. You owed him something. Not your life, but he had saved you from a broken hip or a concussion. And you knew they probably wouldn’t be able to treat a gun wound. You thought of the man, suffering in agony before dying with no understanding of what had hit him. So you did the unthinkable. Racing into the woods, you followed them, until they reach a village. You almost collapse when you see the colony of small huts. The crew would slaughter them as sure as day. A deep sickness filed your stomach as you press your hand over your mouth. You took an oath to help people, not hurt them. Holding the strap of your bag, you take a shaking breath. You could very well be walking into certain death, but that man needed your help. Taking a deep breath, you circled the outside of the village until you saw them taking the injured man into a hut. That must be either his home, or a medical place. You would bet the latter. Slipping inside, the group were too preoccupied with the wounded man to notice someone who wasn’t like them had entered. You felt like you had just entered a sleeping lions den. So you cleared your throat. Like lions, they turned and bore weapons at you as if they were fangs. “No, I want to help.” You held your hands up to show you meant no harm, but the men couldn’t understand you. You looked around, trying to figure out a way to show them you wanted to help him. Pulling the bag open, you pulled out the bandage you had. Showing it to them that it wasn’t a weapon, you began to wrap it around your arm. “Help.” You repeated, pointing to the gunshot wound. Their eyes narrowed, but none protest as you moved closer to the injured as you unravel the bandage from your arm. You would need it. You inspected the gunshot wound. There was no way he could survive this without medical help. But you would need the take the bullet out, clean the wound and sew him shut. You didn’t notice the chief looking to the man you had met not an hour ago. There was a silent understanding between them to let you be unless you caused any issues. And the shaman had said he didn’t know how to heal such wounds. “I need to take the bullet out.” You spoke, knowing they couldn’t understand everything you said. You rummaged to the bottom of your bag and found the spare bullets that the men had dropped. Pulling them out, you showed the man you assumed to be the leader one of the bullets between your thumb and pointing finger. You then mimicked how the men held the guns and made a quiet gun shot noise before showing them the bullet flying to his wound. Eyes widened as they realises what you were saying. “We need to take it out.” You pull out your bullet remover. It was a relatively new invention in the medical word, only about 50 years old but it was a key part of your tool kit. But you didn’t know it they would understand that. Your eyes flickered to the head healer, who looked to chief. A breeze came through the tent, making you shudder while the small group closed their eyes for a brief moment. When the chief opened his eyes, he nodded to the head healer who looked back to you. “Save him.” He told you, making your eyes widen at his English. But you nodded, and got to work. They let you work without question but with watchful eyes. You warned it would hurt, and apologised. But the man gritted his teeth and managed to stay still. Bullets were kind of a speciality of yours. It wasn’t something you were proud of, but it was a fact. the bullet was out with 5 minutes. But that didn’t mean it was over just yet. You sewed up the wound, trying to make it as neat as you could. “You’re doing really well. Im nearly done, I promise.” You glance to the injured man, and you could see the relief in his eyes. “Why did you come?” Their leader asked you. “To help. Im a medic. I took a vow to heal people where I could.” You answer truthfully as you wipe away the blood from around the wound and placing a gauge over it. “Your people caused this.” The chiefs words made you flinch. “My people are ignorant and arrogant. I am not like them. I don’t want a war or anyone to get hurt.” You shook your head, feeling the guilt in your stomach. “Why?” he knelt next to you, his eyes watching your face closely. “All blood is red. Its my job to heal that.” You look at him, hoping he might understand your reasoning more than you did. “We cannot let you leave.” The chief stated as he stood, but you had prepared for this. “if you don’t, they will come to find me.” You answer, looking up at him. “Then how do we know we can trust you?” he asked, his chin rising as he spoke to look down at you. “You cant.” You answered honestly, your eyes dropping. “But I can trade you supplies. Like these. To help if you do get into fights. I don’t have much, but it will help you.” The chief regarded you for a moment, his mind thinking over your deal. “Are they dangerous?” The leader asked you as you focused than you needed to on tying the bandage. Pressing your lips together in a straight line, you nodded once. “Leave by night fall. Do not return.” He spoke with authority and you nodded, thankful he was allowing your freedom. “Thank you.” You bowed your head to him out of respect as you packed your things. “We will fight this enemy, but we cannot do it alone. Kocoum-“ the chief was answered as the stranger from earlier stood and followed him. “Send messengers to every village in our nation. We will call on our brothers to help us fight.” He walked out the door, the stranger from earlier at his side as he addressed his people. “These white men are dangerous. No one is to go near them.” You sat back on your heels, unsure what to think. Had you condemned your friends? But these people had a right to know, to protect themselves, didn’t they? You were conflicted, torn between the right thing to do. The lead healer hummed a little, regarding you. You held out a spare gauge and bandage to him, which he took along with a bottle of anti-septic. “Its incredible, how calm he was.” You look at the man, who lay with his eyes closed as if in a trance. “I will speak on your healing once it is done.” He muses, but his eyes danced with some amusement as you smiled at him. He pushed a bowl of water to you so you could wash the blood off your hands. Just as you were drying your hands, the stranger from earlier stepped back in. Kocoum. “I hope to meet you again, child. But not in such circumstances.” The healer smiled, nodding to you before he continued his chant from earlier, signalling it was your time to leave. Kocoum snuck you out the back, and guided you through the forest in silence. You followed without question, occasionally falling behind a little but always catching up until you saw the wooden logs being hauled up to build a fortress. Placing a hand on Kocoums arm, you stopped him. “You shouldn’t go any further.” You told him, your eyes screaming apologies to him as you stepped in front. “But im glad we met again, even if the circumstances were awful.” Kocoum nodded, and you were sure if he was agreeing with you or simply acknowledging your words. “Goodbye.” You step away from him, and he gives you a small bow, before he moves behind a tree, hiding. When you emerge, it feels like the entire crew fauns over you, worried. But Ratcliffe suddenly appears, parting the crew like a sea as he regards you. “Where did you run off to?” he asks, his voice not showing any concern for your wellbeing but probably for your lack of labour. “The guns and fighting scared me. I ran to the woods for cover and got lost.” You lied. “And did you… find anything?” Ratcliffe prys, leaning down as if to intimidate you but you stood your ground. “No.” You shook your head, not breaking under his pressure. he huffed, demanding everyone gets back to word before retreating to his quarters. As the crew disperses, you steal a glance to the woods, unable to see Kocoum anymore.

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You told yourself that you were just going to feed the bird. That’s the only reason you were going back to that clearing. But you weren’t. That man had plagued your sleep, and you wanted to see him again. walking through the forest, you wondered if you were lost, until the clearing came into view. Digging into your bag, you grabbed the paper bag of bread pieces and seeds you had managed to get your hands on. Walking up to the tree, the bird appeared on the lower branch that you could reach, apparently recognising you and tweeting happily. You took a palm full of the food and held it up to the creature, who happily jumped onto your wrist to peck at the food. “Thank you.” A voice spoke from behind you, making you jump. But when you saw it was Kocoum, you relaxed. You had never heard him speak before. “How is he doing?” You ask, going back to your task of feeding the bird. You could just leave the seeds on the branch, but you wanted to be doing something. “He grows stronger every day.” Kocoum informs you. “That’s good. I cant imagine the fear he must have felt.” You muse, as the bird jumps onto your fingers, hopping across your hand to stand on your palm to peak at the food. You were grateful because you could lower your arms, which were hurting a little. “Why did you follow?” Kocoum suddenly asked as you turned and sat at the bottom of the tree. In truth, you knew it was risky. Any instinct you had told you to run away, but you were so interested by him that all you really wanted to do was talk. “I already told you. I don’t like seeing others suffer.” You move the seeds into one hand, freeing your right hand. With the back of your pointing finger, you stroke the birds head, smiling. “Plus, I own you for saving me from a nasty fall.” He didn’t laugh with you, but you didn’t mind. You were a stranger to him, an enemy even. Kocoum stayed standing, but backed away so he wasn’t looming over you. It suddenly dawned on you that you knew his name, yet he didn’t know your own. “Im [y/n].” you suddenly say, wanting to right that wrong. “Kocoum.” He pressed a fist to his chest. “I know.” You smile, amused by the birds trust in you as you petted it. Looking up, you saw Kocoum was confused and, perhaps, suspicious. “I heard the others call you by that name.” Your explanation seemed to ease his suspicions, but not completely erase them. He sat with you for an hour or so, and you told him about your home. You didn’t want to ask about his own in case he thought you were going to relay information. When you noticed that your absents would soon be reported, you stood. Placing the bird back in the tree, you told Kocoum goodbye, but he followed you. At first, it made you a little uneasy, until you reached the edge of the forest and it dawned on you that he was making sure you got back safely. Before you could turn and thank him, he was gone. For the next few days, you found yourself running off to the clearing, and most times he was there. There was the occasion that he wasn’t, but he seemed to like your little meeting. You were both suspicious of each other, but it seemed to ease out as you both spoke. Well, you spoke and he listened. He would ask questions, and seemed interested in you, but didn’t seem like much of a talking. You joked about it, saying that it was fine because you could talk the ear off anyone, so you could easily make up for it. And, at the, he smiled. You nearly fainted. In the setting sun, in this beautiful clearing with this handsome man, he smiled at you. Your legs were jelly as you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. “Your voice like bird song.” Kocoum’s words would be the death of you, you were sure of it. Now a blushing mess, stumbling over your words, you knew it was time to head home. He accompanied you as always, and yet he stayed a little close than normal. Just before you reached the outskirts, he grabbed your hand. “Stay safe.” He whispered, and you could see the corner in his eyes. “You too.” You returned the concern before the two of you parted.

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Whatever was going on with John, you were worried. Pacing by your tent, you wondered where he had ran off to at such an hour. He should know better than to do this. You didn’t want to confide in anyone in case they told Ratcliffs and he got angry. In fact, you hadn’t seen Thomas around either recently. Stopping, you glance around. Something felt off. Suddenly, the calmness of the night was broken by screams. Grabbing your medical bag, you followed the others. Thomas came running, crying out for help, that John had been attacked and taken. You rushed to calm him but the others got there first, demanding to know what happened. “I kill one of them.” Thomas whispered, swaying back and forth before dropping his gun. “You- you did what?!” You nearly shriek, but managed to keep it down as the men gathered weapons. “I shot one. They took John because I killed one of their own.” He scrunched his eyes up, but when he opened them again, you were gone. Running into the forest, you felt yourself trembling as you raced to the tribe, treason be damned. Maybe you could help, or exchange something for John. You didn’t know. “[y/n]!” A voice called out, making you nearly fall over as you stopped, heart beating so loud as you saw a woman running through the forest to you. She stopped when she saw you had noticed her. “Kekata told me to find you. He said… you could help Kocoum.” She seemed unsure as she spoke, her eyes darting around. “He- He was the one shot?” You whisper in disbelief. And she nods. You followed her as she raced back to the hut where you had went to heal the first man. Sneaking around the outside of the village, you both managed to slip inside without notice. Kekata sat by Kocoum side, who was still. You were praying he was asleep. Passing Nakoma, you raced to his side. “It isn’t as the first one was.” Kekata spoke to you quickly, and you could hear the worry in his voice. “No, its in a more dangerous area.” You nodded, confirming his worries. A hand was placed on your shoulder, making you turn to Kekata. “I wanted to give Kocoum a fighting chance. But I do not expect a miracle from you.” his words sunk in as he stood, preparing to leave. You didn’t know what was going on. What was going to happen. “I do not trust the white men. But I trust you. you might save one life, but I suspect blood will still fall at sunrise. Stay here. This is my safe haven for you, for what you have done for us. A debt repaid. Do not come out of this hut. Do you understand me?” Kekata spoke with such urgency and hints of aggression that all you could do was nod. “If he wakes, sound the horn.” Kekata draws your attention away from Kocoum to look the elder. He was standing at the entrance, gesturing to the corner. You didn’t follow his direction, instead noticing Nakoma, who seemed confused and almost fearful that Kekata was leaving you alone with an injured Kocoum. “But I do not know if it will stop the war.” War. The word hit you like a bolt of lightning as the realising dawned on you. You knew what would happen now, but you couldn’t think about it. You just had to focus on saving Kocoum as the two left the hut with no further words. Putting on your calm façade, you told yourself it was just another patient. Your hands shook a little more than normal, and you paused before you went near the wound. But once you got to work, you were immersed. All the items you had given them were laid out to your side, along with your own and 2 bowls of water. Time seemed to drag, and you felt sick, but you pushed through. You heard things happening outside the hut, the warriors marching to battle, but blocked it out until there was silence. Working by candle light, you blinked away an odd tear and focused. Maybe, if Kocoum did wake, you could spare John too. Then its not a life for a life. Shaking away the grim thoughts, you worked through till you heard the morning chirping of birds. It was still mostly dark out. Once you were finished, you sat back. The cloth you had been using to clean the wound was bloody, and you didn’t want to use it any more. Ripping a piece of your shirt, you knew it was freshly cleaned this evening. The first bowl of water was more blood than water now, so you moved on to the fresh bowl and used the rag to carry water and run it over the wound to clean it. You went to the water and wet another tore bit of your shirt before coming up and sitting beside his head to clean his brow. Your eyes darted to the paint on his chest, but you didn’t dare touch it. It wasn’t your place to remove that sort of thing. You didn’t speak, not needing to offer any comforting words to anyone, but the silence was near unbearable as you waited for something to happen. For war to break out? For Kocoum to wake? You really couldn’t put your finger on it. After what felt like a millennium, you noticed his eyes were moving behind his eyelids. You held your breath, your lips pressed together in a harsh line as you tried to keep yourself calm. However, the moment his eyes fluttered open, you broke. Tears of relief streamed down your cheeks as you pressed a hand over your mouth to hid your sobbing. The fear which had had your body in a tight grasp eased the moment he woke, and you had done so well keeping yourself calm while you had been alone that you were overwhelmed. His eyes found you, and he began to sit up, despite the pain he must be feeling. Leaning on his left elbow and forearm, he pushed himself up into a sitting position before you could even talk. “Don’t sit up, it will be painf-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as a large hand slipped behind your neck and he drew you to his lips. The moment his warm lips met your own, you were a goner. The nurse had left you, replaced with the girl who was screaming with excitement as he kissed you. The kiss was intense, but controlled and carful, just like Kocoum. He controlled every aspect and, if you had been standing, your knees would have been weak. It was so perfect, like a dream which you wished to never wake from. Some part of you was convinced you had falling asleep by his side and you were dreaming all this. You reached up to his face, your fingers gently grazing across his cheek before mirroring his own hold on you by slipping your hand around the back of his head to just above the base of his neck. with your other hand, you gently wrap your hand around his wrist, your thumb pressing against the veins, feeling the pulse beneath the skin. A small shiver ran through your body as you moved closer, running your hand along his arm and to his chest. Pressing an open palm above his heart, you could feel the steady beat. Pulling back, you felt the air flood into your lungs and the tent suddenly seemed to much bigger and brighter. You couldn’t help the red in your cheeks, or the smile on your lips as you look at the man who had stolen your heart from the very moment he had caught you. Much to your surprise, you saw a smile tug at his lips, his eyes dancing with a joy you had never seen before. No one had ever looked at you like that. He looked so happy, so full of life. Suddenly, what was happened beyond the tent hit you like a wave as you jolted back. “We have to tell them you’re alive.” You suddenly say, and you see the happiness be replaced with concern and confusion. “They think you’re dead. They are going to kill John in revenge but Ratcliffes marching to war with them.” You began to panic again as you turn to where Kekata had pointed before he left. In the corner was a horn. Moving from his side, you grabbed the horn. Turning back to Kocoum, you knew you couldn’t ask him. He was already moving way too much and you were terrified his stitches wouldn’t hold. Getting to your feet, you went to the mouth of the hut and looked up at the blue sky, praying it wouldn’t see red today. Taking a deep breath, you raised the horn to your mouth and blew. The sound was deafening but you pushed through for a solid 10 seconds before lowering it. You didn’t know what it would do, or who could hear it. Perhaps you were too late. Some leaf’s rustled as a wind ran through them in your direction, but what you felt was not the wind you knew. It was a small gust, and it seemed to run up your body, winding around your legs and waist before passing your head and fleeing, taking leaf’s with it. You stared in the direction it had went, and something told you that there was still a chance. You jumped when you felt a hand on your lower back, turning to see Kocoum standing behind you. “We need to go to them. They will need proof.” As he spoke, you knew he was right. “But, you are still healing.” You press a hand to his chest, desperate to keep the heart beating within it. “I will have time to heal when this is done.” Kocoum spoke with conviction, but you pressed firmly on his chest. “No, you could undo your stitches.” You shook your head, until a small figure appeared from beside the hut. Your eyes darted to her, nearly jumping at her sudden appearance before you recognised her as the girl from the night before, Nakoma. She looked at Kocoum as if he were a ghost, a hand pressed over her mouth before she stepped forward. “I’ll go. I’ll tell them you are alive.” She nods firmly, before turning on her heel and running off towards wherever the battle was going to happen. Hopefully, the horn was enough to cause a moment of doubt, and Nakoma would be the voice of reason. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late. You pushed your worries to the back of your mind and turned to Kocoum. “You need to rest. Please.” You take his hands in your own and guide him back into the hut and towards the mat. Despite his protests, you helped him lie back down as you chested the stitches and saw they were fine. Although, even if everything did turn out okay, you were sure you would have a battle trying to keep him still to heal. There was not much else to do, but wait.

Within an hour, Nakoma ran back. By the look on her face, it wasn’t good news. You held your breath, waiting for her verdict. Thankfully, the sound of the horn had reached Pocahontas in the forest as she ran to save John. Apparently, this was the one John had been sneaking off to see. She had manged to stop everything, even speaking sense to her father before Nakoma had appeared, telling everyone that Kocoum was alive. But then she grabbed your wrist. “Your leader, a shot hit John. Hes bleeding.” As she spoke, you felt sick to your stomach. Another bullet. Grabbing your bag, you stuffed your medical supplies in. “I’ll go. Will you stay and make sure he doesn’t move? His stitches are fresh and it could do damage.” You didn’t wait for her to respond before taking off in the direction she had came. Something guided you through the woods, until you appeared at the bottom of a hill. You saw your crew on the other side at the bottom of a sheer drop, and Kocoums tribe were on the hill. There was relief on everyone’s face from your crew at your appearance. But you were worried. You had patched John up a fair few times. Your worries were that this time, you couldn’t. Climbing the hill, the tribe parted for you as you came to John. “Another bullet, eh?” you dropped to your knees beside him. he was lying with his head on Pocahontas lap as she soothed him. “Yep, I’ve heard you’re pretty familiar with them.” He tried to laugh, but winces, holding his side where the blood was. When you saw the position of the hole in his shirt, your heart sank. Pulling away the material, your greatest fears were confirmed. “John, the entrance wound is right on top of the scar from before.” Your voice shook and, for the first time since you arrived, you felt useless. “What does that mean?” Pocahontas asked, unsure why that was an issue. “It means I cant help him here. He needs to go back to England and get it surgically removed by a doctor. I don’t have the tools or the ingredients to do it here and I’m totally useless-“ Tears welled in your eyes as you were overcame with emotions. But John interrupted you. “Hey, hey, hey. From what I heard, you’ve been very useful. Theres only so many times a sailor can patch up his ship before he has to put it to specialists, eh? And this ships taken a few waves or two over the years.” He chuckles, wincing yet again. But he soothed you immensely. “I’ll get your bandaged up, give you some stuff for the pain. Im sure Thomas will be by your side the entire way home.” You smile, reassuring both him and yourself.

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You stood by the sea, waiting as John asked. He said she would come say goodbye, and Kocoum had agreed the same. “So, let me get this straight.” You sat, crossed legged by Johns side. “Me and you, two people who get mistaken as a couple all the time, each started a relationship with two members of a tribe who were due to be wed?” “Yeah, funny how things work out, eh.” John smirked. “Look.” Thomas, who had been standing on watch, pointed to the mist that lay thick on the forest floor this morning. You couldn’t see anything at first, until there was the silhouette of not just Pocahontas and Kocoum (you were partly annoyed that he was walking so soon), but also of at least 8 others. The crew held their breath, clutching their guns, until it was revealed the others were carrying baskets of food for the journey home. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. As Pocahontas came to John, you stood. But Thomas met her, taking off his hat out of respect. “Going back is his only chance. He’ll die if he stays here.” Thomas spoke with her, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. You watched the two with such amazement and respect. Powhatan and Nakoma approached. Powhatan pulled off his shawl and lay it over John. “You are always welcome here. Both of you.” He looked to you as well, making you smile with gratefulness before turning to speak only to John. “Thank you, my brother.” He smiled down at John before retreating. John said farewell to the animals, he then turn to Pocahontas. He cupped her cheek in an intimate way. He asked her to come, and she refused because she was needed by her village. But when he offered to stay, she said he needed to go. Their love would be broken by distance, and as she leaned in and kissed him, you took your leave to go see Kocoum. “Stay.” He took your hands in his own, holding them tightly against his chest as if he never wanted to let them go. You couldn’t help but smile, but you faltered in answering. Was it selfish to stay? John was leaving Pocahontas, with an open invitation back. What if something happened on the way home and they needed a medic? Were you abandoning your promise by staying here? But you were staying as a healer as well, so did that balance everything? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a hand clapping your back. “Sorry to interrupt.” John called over to you. the smirk on his face was not one you trusted. “You know, [y/n], I think that we need a new nurse. One whos not going to run off and heal the enemy. Not that you’re the enemy now.” He quickly added to Kocoum. “No, I think that you should be somewhere that’s peaceful, somewhere that you cant run into trouble. Like, oh say I don’t know, here? Just something to think about.” If he hadn’t been shot, you might have kicked him. Had everyone been eavesdropping this whole time? Looking back to Kocoum, you couldn’t help but beam at him. “I think that means I can stay.” You nod, bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement. Kocoum smiled, and you heard him let out a breath that he had been holding. Something small flutters to your side, and you turn your head to see an old friend. The bird, with the blue back, was hovering beside you, chipping before flying into the sky. Something told you that you would see the little guy again. You raced to say goodbye to the crew, and Thomas promised you that he would take care of John no matter what. You told him that you believed in him. John didn’t like long goodbyes, so gave you a handshake along with a smile. “I’ll see you soon, anyway.” You smile. “oh, I’ll be back as soon as I can stand.” He joked. “You know, I would roll my eyes, but Kocoum only got stiches a day ago, and he came to stay goodbye, so I have no doubt that you men are stupid enough to do that.” You returned, swatting his arm. But soon, it was time to part. The sadness you felt from seeing the ship sail into the distance was no unfelt, but as you felt the warmth of Kocoums body beside you, you couldn’t help but be excited for this next chapter of your life. You were welcomed in the village both as a healer and Kocoum’s wife, and quickly became known as the only one who could make the warrior smile.

#pocahontas #kocoum #Kocoum x reader

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Kiddo? (Pt.1)

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Patton woke up late, yes, Logan and Roman were the early birds of the mindscape. Roman made breakfast and Logan made sure everyone else was on schedule.

Hence the knocking on the door.

"Patton, it's time to wake up," Logan's voice sounded from the crack under the door. Patton stepped onto the floor, snapping his fingers to switch from his favorite cat onesie to his usual attire, albeit with the addition of a khaki skirt rather than pants. After all, they didnt have a video to do any time soon, he and Logan were happy to have an excuse to wear there favorite skirts.

"Mornin' Logie, I'm gonna go wake up Virgil then," Patton said with a yawn. Logan nodded and walked off, leaving Patton in the hall. Patton stretched his arms out before heading down the hall to the ornate black and purple door that marked Virgil's room.

"Oh, good morning Janus! Is he already up?" Patton said, nodding his head at the taller man.

"Oh, no, I was just going to wake him up, you seemed like you needed rest," Janus said, smiling.

"Oh! Well if you'd rather wake him up that's alright, does Remus need any nudging or-" he was cut off by the sound of a scream from the living room. Janus' smile turned into a sort of mild smirk.

"Well, that answers that," Patton said, smiling as he opened the door to Virgil's room.

"Hey kiddo, it's almost three PM, time to get up," Patton said, slightly nudging the lump of angst curled up at the center of the bed.

"Noooooooooo," Virgil groaned, curling in further.

Patton looked over at Janus, who stood in the room beside him, used two hands to pull off the covers, and two more to drag Virgil out of the bed, much to the smaller sides annoyance.

"Hey just because I'm short doesnt mean you get to treat me like this!" Virgil grumbled as Janus set him down.

"Well, as the tallest, I'd say it does," there was a glint of amusement in Janus' eyes.

Breakfast proceeded as usual, Remus made something visually disturbing out of grits, Patton laughed it off, smiling as Logan critiqued the anatomical accuracy. Roman sighing and rolling his eyes as he ate.

Patton was glad that they'd all finally started getting along, he could learn so much more about Janus and Remus now, and they certainly had a lot to share.

"Patton? Theres something we need you to check out, theres been a disruption in the imagination, Roman and Remus cant seem to reach it, its blue," Logan said. Patton paused in his conversation with Janus, his hand resting in the mess that was Virgil's hair as he'd been trying to fix it.

"O-oh, alright, I'll- check it out after breakfast," Patton said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from shaking.

"Pat dont worry, you're not going in there alone," said Roman, Remus merely nodded and went back to fixing his grit sculpture. Patton just nodded and continued stuffing his face.

It's not that he didnt like the imagination, but it didnt seem to like him. Most of the times he'd been in there it tried to kick him out, violently. He sometimes worried it was a remnant of King Creativity, though the split had been a mass agreement; and even Roman and Remus agreed it was best after the situation had been explained to them, Patton had always been the one to talk down the King, the one to keep his ideas from hurting the others or Thomas. It had been Janus'idea to split between light and dark sides after Remus' creation, thought perhaps if they remained separated there was less risk of one taking over the other. Though now they all realized how much of a mistake it had been.

Now here he was, walking along side Roman and Remus, one with sword, one with shield on either side of him, towards an ominous glowing thing in the middle of the woods.

"Alright, here it is," Roman said, shield raised.

Patton watched the thing for a bit, stepping slightly closer.

And then it went dark, Patton was spinning, he heard Roman and Remus yelling, and then he heard crying.

"Come on kiddo you dont need to cry! You're a light side! You're better than them! So much better!" That was Patton's voice, but Patton wasnt talking. He turned in the direction of the sound. In front of him was. . . Himself, but without a skirt, his eyes were cold, as if he'd never felt an emotion a day in his life. His arm was wrapped around a boy that look like Virgil, but somehow smaller, he was curled in on himself. . . And there were bruises on his face.

"HEY- THATS MY SON!." Patton tried to reach out from the space he was trapped in, tried to reach for Virgil, hold him, comfort him. But instead he merely fell onto the floor.

The other Patton stopped, standing up and holding a hand out.

"Well, you're new, welcome to the light sides, the best part of the mindscape. . ." He raised an eyebrow at Patton.

Patton stood up, the other version of him looked startled, Virgil shrunk further into the couch, eyes wide, fearful.

"Kiddo? Go to your room," said the other Patton, narrowing his eyes.

"But who is-" Virgil scurried off at the sight of the man's clenched fist.

"Much better, much more obedient than those dark side scum," the other Patton grinned maniacally.

Patton froze, "You cant just treat them like that! They're our friends!" He said, voice quavering.

"So you're the naive me then? So trusting, so. . . Stupid," the dead-eyed man said, his voice dripped with sarcastic sweetness.

"So you're the cruel unfeeling me who thinks that your friends are pathetic," Patton snapped. He felt something on his face, it hurt.

"Did you just-"

"Oh come on kiddo, you deserved it talking out of turn like that!" The man said. He grabbed Patton by the arm and dragged him off. Patton made eye contact with men that looked like Roman and Logan, but werent, they were scared, terrified even.

"You'll be staying here until you learn, and you wont be using my name, or wearing skirts, or doing anything involving morality, now if you'll excuse me, your father has important things to deal with, be good kiddo," Patton tried to run out before the door shut.

It seemed like weeks before he got out. His clothes were different, he couldnt even recognize himself in the mirror. The other Patton called him Joy and made him dress in light pinks. He talked down to Thomas, to, like he was stupid, like he couldnt think for himself.

Every kiddo out of his mouth felt like a cruel mockery. He wasnt allowed to leave his room, he had to watch his friends be subjected to this- other Patton. But something in Patton felt. . . Wrong. Some of the things this man said, he remembered saying them, the constant referring to the other sides as children , the discomfort with the dark sides. It was like looking at himself, before he changed. Or at least, before he thought he'd changed.

It was like heaven when he went back to the place he called home. He remembered it so clearly, a flash of blue light in his cell, and the screaming, the others were calling for him, calling for Joy, while the other Patton yelled at them, and then he was in the imagination, and the light was gone.

Roman was crying, Logan was bringing Virgil down from what seemed like a severe panic attack. Janus was looking over Patton, worry apparent in his face.

"I'm gonna go to my room ok k-" the word died in his throat, it felt wrong, it didnt matter that hed asked time and time again whether they were ok with it, it didnt feel right. So he stopped, he left the room without another word. He changed into his cat onesie, and he curled up on his bed. With no intention of moving again.

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@arya-the-lesbian-dragon

#cori writes #kiddo?#ts patton #ts logan #ts remus #ts virgil #ts sides #ts janus #ts roman #unsympathetic patton #abusive patton #patton angst

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kit-herondale-blackthorn · 4 years

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My life honestly sucks bc I cant read the snippet from ChoG and it just 😩😩😫😫 triggers me

Oh no, do you mean the latest excerpt Cassie shared? That’s really annoying! Let me paste a plain-text version below for you :)

Cordelia couldn’t understand why she was so worried about Lucie. Several withdrawing rooms had been opened up, and Lucie could have wandered off to any of those, or returned to her own bedroom. She could really be anywhere in the Institute. Matthew had told her not to worry before he’d hurried off somewhere, but Cordelia couldn’t shake her sense of unease.

“For pity’s sake!” someone called, interrupting her thoughts. It was a man’s voice, low and baritone. “Someone come help her!”

Cordelia glanced about: everyone seemed to be looking surprised and chattering to each other. In the distance she could see a loose circle of people standing around whatever was going on. She picked up her skirts and began to push her way through the crowd.

She could feel her hair coming out of its carefully arranged curls and spilling down over her shoulders. Her mother would be furious, but really. Why didn’t people move? They were Shadowhunters. What on earth were they doing standing around like sticks while someone was in distress?

She wriggled through a small knot of onlookers and there, on the floor, was a young man holding Barbara Lightwood’s limp body in his arms. Oliver Hayward, Cordelia realized. Barbara’s suitor. “We were dancing,” he was saying, looking bewildered, “and she just collapsed—”

Cordelia dropped to her knees. Barbara Lightwood was ghastly white, her hair dark with sweat at her temples. She was breathing in short, erratic bursts. In times like this, all shyness deserted Cordelia: she could only think of what to do next. “She needs air,” she said. “Her corset is probably tormenting her. Has anyone a knife?”

Anna Lightwood pushed through the crowd and moved forward, kneeling down opposite Cordelia with fluid grace. “I have a dagger,” she said, drawing a sheathed blade from her waistcoat. “What needs to be done?”

“We need to cut her corset off,” Cordelia said. “She has had a shock, and she needs to breathe.”

“You might leave that to me,” said Anna. She had an extraordinary husky voice, honey and sandpaper. She reached to lift Barbara out of Oliver’s lap, then ran the dagger down the back of her dress, delicately separating the fabric and then the thicker material of the corset underneath. As it sagged free of Barbara’s body, Anna glanced up and said absently, “Ari—your wrapper—”

Ariadne Bridgestock swiftly drew her silk wrapper from her shoulders and handed it to Anna, who swaddled Barbara in it to keep her decent. Barbara was already beginning to breathe more regularly, the color in her cheeks returning. Anna looked at Cordelia over Barbara’s head, a considering look in her blue eyes.

“What on earth?” Sophie Lightwood had made her way through the circle of onlookers, her husband, Gideon, just behind her. “Barbara!” She turned to Oliver, who stood nearby, looking utterly distressed. “Did she fall?”

“She just collapsed,” repeated Oliver. “We were dancing, and she fainted—”

Barbara’s eyelids fluttered. She sat up in her cousin’s arms, blinking up at her mother. Her cheeks flushed bright red. “I’m—I’m all right,” she said. “I’m all right now. I had a spell, a silly dizzy spell.”

Cordelia rose to her feet as more guests joined the loose circle of bystanders surrounding Barbara. Gideon and Sophie helped their daughter to her feet, and Thomas, appearing from the crowd, offered his sister a worn-looking handkerchief. She took it with a wobbly smile and dabbed at her lip.It came away stained with blood.

“I bit my lip,” Barbara said hastily. “I fell, and bit my lip. That’s all.”

“We need a stele,” Thomas said. “James?”

Cordelia hadn’t realized James was there. She turned and saw him standing just behind her.

The sight of him startled her. Years ago, he’d had the scalding fever: she was reminded of the way he’d looked then, pale and sick. “My stele,” he said roughly. “Inside my breast pocket. Barbara needs a healing rune.”

For a moment Cordelia wondered why he couldn’t fetch it himself, but his hands were clenched at his sides, hard as stones. She reached out and fumbled nervously at his chest. Silk and cloth under her hand, and the beat of his heart. She seized hold of the slim, penshaped object in his pocket and held it out to Thomas, who took it with a look of surprised thanks. She hadn’t really looked at Thomas before—he had bright hazel eyes, like his mother’s, framed by thick brown lashes.

“James.” Lucie had slipped between James and Cordelia and was tugging at her brother’s sleeve. “Jamie. Did you—”

He shook his head. “Not now, Luce.”

Lucie looked worried. The three of them watched in a silent group as Thomas finished the healing rune on his sister’s arm, and Barbara exclaimed again that she was just fine and had only had a dizzy spell. “I forgot to eat today,” she said to her mother, as Sophie put her arm around her. “That’s all it is.”

“Nevertheless, we had better get you home,” Sophie said, glancing around. “Will—can you have the carriage brought around?”

The crowd had begun to scatter; clearly there was nothing more of interest to see here. The Lightwood family were headed to the door, Barbara on Thomas’s arm, when they paused. A pigeonchested man with a black handlebar mustache had rushed up to Gideon and was speaking to him excitedly.

“What’s the Inquisitor saying to Uncle Gideon?” Lucie asked curiously. James and Matthew only shook their heads. After a few moments, Gideon nodded and followed the man—the Inquisitor, Cordelia supposed—to where Charles stood speaking to Grace Blackthorn. Her face was turned up to his, her eyes bright and interested. Cordelia remembered all the lessons her mother had given her in how to appear interested in conversation at social events: Grace seemed to have already absorbed them all after only being in society for a short time.

Charles turned reluctantly away from Grace and fell into discussion with Gideon Lightwood. The Inquisitor was moving through the crowd, stopping to speak to several Shadowhunters as he went. Most seemed to be about Charles’s age: Cordelia guessed he was somewhere in his twenties.

“Looks like the party’s over,” said Alastair, appearing out of the crowd holding a cigar. He was gesturing with it, though Cordelia knew that if he ever started puffing tobacco, Sona would murder him. “Apparently there was a Shax demon attack in Seven Dials.”

#chain of gold #chog #tlh #the last hours

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amuseoffyre · 5 years

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October Prompts - 21st

Prompt - Guilt

All behind a snip because it starts a bit mature and continues in a similar vein.

1880 – The Hundred Guineas Club, London

“Lord, Angelique!” Thomas panted, clutching at the divan beneath him. “You– you are damned–”

The man calling himself Angelique pressed his hand over Thomas’s mouth, stifling him. “No more words,” he growled, as his body moved over Thomas’s with a fervour and heat that made Thomas keen in both pleasure and pain.

When he spent himself, Angelique stepped back at once and uttered a low sound of disgust. “Get out.”

Thomas scrambled up off the low bed, flushing, no doubt as red as his hair, his body still crying out for release. “I beg your pardon.”

Angelique didn’t look repelled, but neither did he look as once who had taken his pleasure ought to. He rubbed at his brow and waved his other hand towards the door. “Off with you.”

Thomas stared at him, then down at himself. “You’re done with me?” he demanded, offended.

Angelique’s pale eyes ran over him, then the man stepped closer. For one who looked so cherubic, there was something sinister in the curve of his lip. “My dear boy,” he murmured, “I could play with you until you screamed for mercy.” He brought his lips close. “I could torment you until you begged and pleaded for release…”

Thomas shivered. There was no warmth in those words, no pleasure. It sounded more threat than teasing promise.

Angelique’s lips drew back from unnaturally sharp teeth. “Get. Out.”

Thomas backed away from him, skirting around the edge of the room to the door that led out into the rest of the club. There would be other men, he thought, shaking. Ones who were not so… so… whatever it was that Angelique was.

At the door, he glanced back.

Angelique had sunk to sit on the divan, looking infinitely tired and ancient. Thomas hesitated, wondering if he should offer some kind word or comfort, but it was as if a chill was rippling outwards, turning the room to an ice box and he retreated, pulling the door closed behind him.

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1884 – Belgium

The fight over the continent was heating up. The damned Portuguese were trying to claim land rights by way of outdated and irrelevant treaties, while the French had snuck in under the guise of exploration and planted a flag.

With a little nudging, Bismarck and his associates at the forthcoming Berlin gathering ought to provide the support needed to push matters back in Belgium’s favour.

Leopold scowled down at the map. “I will have it.”

“Of course you will.” His attendant was pacing in ever narrowing circles on the far side of the room, his pale hair tipped with gold in the gaslight. There was something predatory in the way he moved, the curl of his back, the flash of his eyes. “You and your… philanthropic missions.”

It struck Leopold that he could not recall when Monsieur Raphael had come into his service or how the man had come to be so knowledgeable of Leopold’s own affairs. “You sound doubtful of my success.”

“Ha!” Raphael ran a hand along the mantle. “Let’s not mince words. We both know there is nothing humanitarian about your intentions in the Congo basin.”

And yet, Leopold thought, the other members of the International African Association had been convinced of it easily enough. “You think you know so much, Monsieur? You think so little of my plans?”

Raphael made a disparaging sound. “I know you have no intention of ceasing the slave trade. But isn’t it useful? They’ll let you go in and be so helpful, won’t they? And won’t it be marvellous, they’ll say. What a generous and gracious King. And all the while, you’re hoarding up land and resources for yourself.”

Leopold eyed him. Some of his people knew of his intentions, but none would speak so boldly of them. “And what do you think of it all?”

Raphael whipped around, reminding Leopold of naught so much but a serpent. “What does it matter what I think?” he snarled, stalking across the room towards the map table. “You can do what you damned well please, you stupid man.”

“How dare you address me so,” Leopold snapped back furiously.

Raphael, his hands braced on the edge of the table, raised his eyes from the map. They were solid blue, no white at all, the pupils slit like a serpent’s. He smiled, but it was unlike a smile in every particular but the shape. Alarming enough to make him back away.

“You know what you want to do, your Majesty,” he hissed, leaning out over the table. “What the Hell do you need me for? Permission?”

Leopold stared at him, then down at the map. “I will have it,” he repeated. “By whatever means I must use.”

Monsieur Raphael’s smile widened, his teeth like needlepoints. “I’m sure you will,” he growled, the lamplight flickering. He extended one hand and, with a single finger, overturned the figure of Leopold on the map. “And we will be waiting when it’s done.”

“We?” Leopold echoed.

Serpent eyes stared at him. “Oh, you’ll know.”

And between one blink and another, it was as if… no one had ever been there at all.

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1892 - London

“Savage little ruffians, aren’t they?”

Oscar shifted on the couch, trying very much not to pay heed to the man seated beside him, but the man it seemed was having none of it. Against the ragged feigned grandeur of the room, his neighbour was a diamond among rocks, his clothing of exquisite cut, the very richness of the fabric a lush field of deep golden brown.

“The one on the left.” The heat of his breath sent gooseflesh rising upon Oscar’s skin. “I imagine he would turn you on your belly and have you spent in moments.”

For all that he wished the man to be silent, it was as if he had reached into Oscar’s mind and plucked the very thoughts dancing tantalisingly there. Bosie knew of his covert desires and had found a rather handsome gaggle of young men, strong and broad of shoulder, narrow of waist. Handsome creatures, but untamed by conversation and literature and utterly primitive in the most delicious ways.

It was… unseemly.

A step too far and he knew it well. It was one matter to seek the pleasures of the flesh with a like-minded man, but to buy their favours was something less innocent and edifying. He would finish his drink, thank them for their patience and be on his way.

Oscar took a fortifying sip from his goblet, the wine heady and strong. “If you do not mind, sir, I am only here at the behest of a friend. I shall be leaving shortly.”

The man’s arm unfurled along the back of the couch like a serpent uncoiling along the branch of a sycamore, the weight of it heavy with sin and promise. “We both know that’s not true, don’t we, my dear?”

Abruptly, a hand broad and warm pressed against the front of Oscar’s breeches.

“Sir!” Oscar snarled, though his hips canted rebelliously into the firmness of the touch.

“Tell me to stop,” the man murmured against his ear. “Tell me that this is utterly unsuitable. Tell me you would not want me to have you ready and bring one of those … lovely creatures over to tend you with his lips.” His tongue curled into Oscar’s ear, wicked as the snake of Eden, ripe fruit held within reach. “All you need to do is tell me.”

Would that he were a stronger man. Would that he had not held such wishes at arm’s length for decades of misery. Would that he had not grasped the man’s hand and urged it betwixt fabric and flesh, urging him to take hold and do as he pleased.

“You want them, don’t you?” the man whispered, his hand far rougher than any gentleman’s ought to have been, knowing and firm and utterly relentless upon him.

“Sir…” Oscar gasped, the wine glass shaking in his hand.

“Call one of them over, my dear,” his… friend purred, as though offering a fine delicacy in the most elegant of salons and not selling the flesh of young men for shillings in a room so gloomy and grey that no gentleman should ever have set foot there. “The dark one. Marcus, I believe.” Hot breath, like sulphur, poisonous and smothering, whispered on his skin. “He has a marvellous mouth, my dear. Utterly wondrous.”

“Marcus!”

The lad on the far side of the room leapt up like a wildcat, striding across the room, plump lips spread in a smile.

The glass slid from Oscar’s fingers, shattering into a thousand pieces, scattering like stars on the dark wooden floor beside the couch. Wordlessly – for what place had words on lips like that? – he motioned to the front of his breeches.

The boy knelt as a pauper to a king and his neighbour slipped his wicked hand free as the boy nimbly unfastened the buttons of Oscar’s breeches. Lord, his purse would weight every touch if he allowed it. He ought to refuse, to demur, to, to, to…

“I–” His words seemed utterly spent, tangled and useless.

His neighbour chuckled, catching the boy’s chin in his hand. The boy’s dark eyes fluttered closed with greedy pleasure as the man’s thumb pressed between his lips, rounding them out beautifully, his tongue curling and lapping furiously.

Oh.

“Watch him, my dear,” the gentlemanly neighbour murmured withdrawing his hand. His other hand stroked through Oscar’s hair as the boy lowered his head and closed those plump pink lips around him. Oscar pressed his feet to the floor, his hips moving wantonly, but he could not look, not when there was no feeling, no passion, no…

“Oh, but of course there is,” his neighbour said softly. “Look, my dear. See how much he enjoys it.”

The boy’s dark eyes met his, limpid bright pools, as his head bobbed and dived, eager as a kingfisher for a fish. His hands moved too, rough and firm, well-practised and shamefully skilled. It took hardly any time at all.

Mutely, Oscar reached out, catching a heavy silken hank of dark hair. The boy grinned at him, leaning up into him, and his mouth was as eager to please in every particular, salted yet sweet, and twice as hungry.

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1900 – Paris

The wind rattled the windows in their frames, the shrill of it like a blade sinking into the throbbing cavity of his skull. Oscar turned his head against the pillow, trying to muffle the sound as best he could, but even that small motion felt like the efforts of Atlas.

The room was cold again, though he could see the fire was burning. Strange, then how cold he felt. Numbed at the hands and feet, the chill spreading inwards from his extremities. So very bitter and painful.

He closed his eyes for a time and the lancing pain behind his eyes eased.

Beside him, the edge of the mattress dipped under the weight of another. He lifted his weighted lids, expecting dearest Robbie, but finding another face, a terrible and familiar face, close to his side.

The fair man with the fleet of beautiful brutes, the ones who had spilled his secrets as easily as they made him spill his seed.

In another room, in another lifetime, he would have risen in a rage, cutting the man to ribbons with words. In another lifetime, the bone-deep cold would not have been sapping what little strength he had, leaving him little more than a restless shell, too weak and drawn to move.

“Sir,” he breathed.

The man turned his fair head to look at him and the grief and despair carved in the furrows of his face spoke more eloquently than words could. “Oscar.” A broad hand found one of his, closing about it, and some little warmth spread through him, dulling the icy ache in his limbs. “You– I–” The man’s hand tightened on his, the words catching in his throat like a piece of stale bread. “This ought not to have happened, dear fellow.”

No, Oscar thought, unable to draw his eyes from the man. Gone was the ardent sensualist, all louche manners and predatory lips. He seemed like another man entirely, hollowed out and spent. “You… incited…” he breathed.

The man bowed his head. “I did,” he said in an unhappy breath. “I– indulgence should not be so condemned. Desire– wanting someone– having someone who wants– who will give you all–” His voice wavered. “What is so terrible in it?”

Oscar’s eyes welled with unsolicited tears. “Nothing,” he whispered, clasping the fellow’s hand. “Nothing at all.”

The man made a low sound like a wounded animal, folding over their joined hands. What had he lost, Oscar wondered, to bring him so low?

“You should have been happy,” the man said, so soft Oscar could scarcely hear him. “To have what you desired, to be with the one you chose, to… enjoy your life. You ought to have been happy.”

“Life,” Oscar murmured, “is not so generous.”

The man lifted his face to stare at him. “Life is nothing, my dear fellow. Life did not do this to you. They did this to you. The ones who believe themselves better and right and good.” He pulled Oscar’s hand to his breast, holding it there. “Would that I could save you.”

“A charming thought.” Oscar’s head fell back heavily against the pillow. “Alas, it comes too late.”

“Too late,” the man echoed. All at once, his other hand was beneath Oscar’s head, cradling him gently and his eyes as blue as polished turquoise filled Oscar’s world, blazing like the lightning-torn sky in a storm. “Then have what they will not allow you…”

It was as if his mind was flooded with visions, of rainbows and men embracing other men openly, of a marriage ceremony with no bride, of banners with his words held proudly by people defiant and glorious and free.

Tears streaked hotly down his face. “What is–?”

The man drew him close and radiant wings, ephemeral and shining, wrapped around him, driving the pain and the cold away. “The world to come, my dear,” he said softly. “You will be remembered and you will be remembered well.”

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1914 – Vienna

“You should go, your Highness.”

Franz Ferdinand looked up from the letter in his hand to the mirror and the man standing behind him, clipping his hair. “Your opinion is not required.”

The man – Samuel, was it? – bowed his head mildly. “Your pardon, your Highness.”

The Archduke ignored him, turning his attention back to the letter in his hand. It was one of the many threats that had been lodged against anyone of the Habsburg house who dared to visit Sarajevo. Not unfamiliar. They received them often enough from the provinces.

He set it down, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair and glowering at it.

His Uncle’s people were all up in arms, insisting it was a serious threat to the crown. The Governor of Sarajevo insisted it was nothing. All blustering and shouting and none of them saying anything useful at all.

“Your Highness’s wife will be disappointed, I think.”

That made him turn. “What did you say?”

Samuel widened peculiar blue eyes, clutching his hands before his chest. “Nothing, your Highness.” He licked pale pink lips and hesitantly said, “They want you to go as a show of military strength, do they not?”

How a barber had come by such knowledge, Franz Ferdinand did not know. Servants, he supposed. They saw everything and no doubt reported it on to one another, whispering and scurrying like mice through the walls of the Hofburg.

“And what say you of my wife?”

Samuel blinked guilelessly at him. “But… surely your Highness knows that his wife would be able to accompany him?”

Franz Ferdinand stared at the man.

At every turn, protocol and propriety stymied him, preventing Sophie from standing by his side where she ought to have been. But of course, if he was not there on Imperial matters, but on military matters, then as a highly-ranked officer, he had the right to take his wife with him if he so desired.

He turned back, riffling through the papers, drawing out the order of events. The date was so close to the anniversary of their wedding, he noticed. They could make a day of it, defy those who would refuse Sophie her rightful place. For once, he could proudly walk by the side of the one he had chosen to love.

Behind him, he barely even noticed the door closing as the barber slipped away.

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1917 – Passchendaele

The rain was torrenting down, cold and miserable.

Albert shifted sideways to allow another fellow to squeeze into the narrow space that remained under the frail gantry. It was not much in the way of shelter, but it was better than standing underneath the pelting sky.

“The orders have come. We’re going over the top.”

Albert glanced over, chaffing his hands together to warm them, his stomach churning.

It was the order he had been dreading for days and weeks now. He had somehow, mercifully, avoided the charge in the past, but the Germans were pressing back and it was becoming more and more vital to reclaim Ypres.

“When?” he asked.

“Soon as the rain lets up,” the messenger said. “Be ready for the signal.” Then he slipped back out into the rain, his footsteps muffled by the mud.

As soon as the rain stops.

It was a damned awful thing to know that the weather turning would be the moment of your death.

“Damn,” he said quietly, squeezing his hands together so hard that they ached.

There was a chance, though very slim, that he might survive. Fellows had come back from the charge before, though often they were in a terrible state. No Man’s land was still littered with those who could not be retrieved. It was – if he was lucky, if God had mercy – not a death sentence.

If things went badly…

“Does anyone have paper?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’d rather like to write a letter.”

An unhappy chap in the corner raised his head. “A letter? What good is a letter going to do?” he demanded bitterly. “The moment you put your head over the edge, that’s the end of things. A bit of paper is hardly going to save you.”

“Sir!” One of the other man snapped.

Albert studied the man in the corner. Not someone he had seen before, but he looked as ground down and utterly miserable as the rest of them. “If I can give my wife some little comfort for the future, then I shall,” he replied. “If I’m lucky, I shan’t have to send it, but if not, then I’d be happy to know she had some little word of assurance.”

The man stared at him. He had very peculiar eyes.

“For your wife,” he said slowly. “D’you know that the love of a wife was what got us all here? How damned stupid, to think that it matters at all! It shouldn’t have come to this!” He shook his head. “It’s all for nothing. Why waste your time?”

The poor bugger looked as though he were about to burst into floods of tears.

“All the same,” Albert said, “I would rather know she had a moment of happiness, no matter how little, if I can grant it.”

“Even if you’ll never see her again?”

“Especially then,” Albert said stoutly. “I prefer to leave her with my affections than with dust and ashes.”

The man stared at him for a long time, then reached inside his uniform and pulled out a sheaf of miraculously pristine paper. He hesitated, then took one sheet for himself, and handed the rest to Albert. Other men were watching, listening, and looking. What manner of man would he be if he didn’t offer them the same chance?

For a time, the only sound in the dugout were the scratches of pens to paper over the rattle of the rain on the metal overhead. Gradually, the pens trailed to silence and, little by little, so too did the rain.

The fair man in the corner rose, walking to the entrance of the dugout and staring out.

“You shouldn’t go,” he said. “None of you.”

“We must,” one chap said, rising and reaching for his helmet.

One by one, they rose, picking up their gear. Albert hastily finished scratching his letter, then folded it up tightly and tucked it snugly into the depths of his uniform. He bent to pick up his helmet, then paused. A piece of paper lay where it had fallen, tramped on by boots. He picked it up, glancing about for its owner.

It was only a couple of lines, scrawled in a shaking hand.

Dearest Angel. I miss you. I’m sorry. I asked too much of you.

There was no name, no sign of who had written it.

“Are you going?” The fair man was standing in the entrance, watching him. “You don’t have to.”

Albert smiled sadly at him. “I rather think I do, old boy.” He joined the man in the entrance, looking out at the thinning clouds overhead. “I suppose they’ll get our letters home for us, won’t they?”

“You can take it home yourself,” the man said.

Albert looked out at the trench and the wire and in the distance, he could hear the whistles and shouts and the crack of gunfire. “God willing, yes.” He patted the man’s shoulder. “Best we get under way.”

“Yes,” the man said sadly, walking out after him. “Under way.”

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1941 – Soho

Much was made of animals retreating to their holes to lick their wounds.

Aziraphale could quite understand the appeal.

For close upon a decade, he had not left his shop. In fact, he had barely moved at all, spent and drained and unable to ignore the chasm he had crafted between himself and the one person who might have cared about him.

No, there was no room for illusions. There was no ‘might’.

Crowley was created to care and care, he did. Too much, one might say, a perfect counterpoint to a demon who could not care less. Cared so much, in fact, that he would rather risk their lives than kill.

In hindsight, Aziraphale felt like a fool.

Of course Crowley – good, kind, merciful Crowley – would never want any part in a plan that would leave blood on his hands. He was not a creature made for guile and brutality. Of course he would never have acceded to a plan to kill Aziraphale’s fellow demons.

Alas, by the time that thought sank in, Aziraphale had spent decades wreaking merry Hell across the continent, urging people to indulge their every whim and enjoy themselves while the world spun ever closer to oblivion. Outrage, spite and indignation were a powerful motivator.

And of course, because the Almighty’s humour was of a bitter kind, his every intervention had turned so terribly, terribly wrong. Deaths, disgrace, brutality. Even the war – the first of two now, it seemed – had been credited to him. Commendations and celebrations and awe had followed and he had smiled and smiled, then retreated to his shop and drunk himself into a stupor.

A little credit went a long way.

They had stopped requesting reports. No doubt, they thought this latest carnage was his doing as well. Which meant he no longer had to leave the shop, so he… didn’t. He ignored the knocks at the door. He certainly ignored the pulsing presence of an angel in a café across the road.

Lord, if Crowley recoiled so hard from him at the thought of killing a demon, the thought of his expression when he heard of Aziraphale’s dealings since their last encounter… so many people. So many of his beloved humans. Not intentionally, but that hardly mattered, did it?

So Aziraphale sat. Dust settled on him like a mantle. He had no need to move. He had no desire to move. Perhaps, like the myths of old, if he remained where he was, he would turn at last to stone.

For several days, he had watched in silence as letters slipped through the door and a touch of a miracle followed them, turning them to ash before they touched the floor.

Crowley, approaching but not. Hesitating.

If a letter fell, if it was left intact, then and only then would he move.

It seemed the thought was enough to change reality, for only two days later, another letter dropped through the door, the same size and shape as those that had fallen into ash only days before.

Aziraphale’s body ached as he unfolded from the chair, dust sloughing off him. He crossed the floor and bent, snatching up the letter. He had never seen Crowley’s hand, but the bold precise letters seemed unlike him.

He frowned, breaking the seal. Crowley had been the one to destroy them, which begged the question as to why. The answer was clear enough in the scent of the letter. It reeked of malice and ill-intent, though it was nothing more than an order for books from a gentleman called Harmony and a request for a meeting over some more specialised items.

And yet Crowley had been intervening with them?

Aziraphale turned the paper over in his hands, considering it. It was entirely possible that his angel was trying to keep him from dangerous sorts, but Crowley was… well, frankly rather hopeless when it came to such things. A cell in a French prison came acutely to mind.

He folded the letter up, tempted to reduce it to ash with its brethren, but…

But, damn it all, Crowley was interfering in matters that likely didn’t concern him and no doubt had no idea of the kind of people he was toying with. The very least I can do, Aziraphale thought, is make some discreet inquiries of these men. See if I can’t find out what’s what.

He went to his desk, dismissing the dust with a snap of his fingers, and opened out a fresh page of paper. His ink had dried up, but refilled at a look, and he sat down and wrote a polite, moderate response to the mysterious Mr. Harmony, suggesting that a meeting would be an agreeable possibility.

The angel need never know.

#october prompts #fic: inverse omens #reverse omens #angel crowley #demon aziraphale

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Tommy’s distance and late nights take a toll on his relationship.

You sat on the small armchair, reclined back, having not moved for at least the last half hour. The crackling fire had caught your attention a while ago, but now your eyes were watching it unfocused. Your mouth was dry from the wine you had drunk earlier, but you were too exhausted to move from your seat now.

The clock on the mantlepiece chimed again, and you dragged your gaze to its face. Half past midnight. With a sigh, you pushed yourself out of the chair and lazily walked to the kitchen. The whole house still smelt of the roast you’d made for dinner, the aroma of herbs and meat and gravy slinking through the rooms. Now most of it was wrapped up in the hopes it could be warmed up and eaten some other time.

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and slammed the door shut. Angry that it didn’t satisfy you, you opened it and slammed it again and again, huffing in the process. Your frustration had to be let out somehow, and without anyone to scream at the cupboard was baring the brunt of it. The air seemed to be thin in your lungs as you turned around and leaned on the counter to catch your thoughts.

Tommy had been late home before. Of course he had; duty always called. You knew that when you married him you were marrying his business as well. But it was taking its toll.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d sat down for dinner together, or the last time you had some time in the morning to yourselves in before he left for work. Normally he at least phoned to say he’d be working late, but tonight you hadn’t heard a word from him. Only hearing through a friend that she’d seen him in the Garrison with his brothers.

It was just getting too much. He was meant to be home on time today, he’d told you he’d make the effort to. So you had cooked a nice dinner, paid more attention to your hair and made sure the house was perfect for his return. And he still hadn’t shown up.

Your hair had fallen into your eyes, and as you tried and failed to tuck it back into your pins your irritation grew. It was impossible to do with a mug in your hand, and with a shout you flung it against the wall.

Porcelain shattered everywhere, ringing as it danced across the floor. The wall had a small chip where it had been hit, and there were shards everywhere. Could you be arsed cleaning that up? No way. That was a job for tomorrow. Today had been bad enough as it was.

With a sigh you kicked at pieces of the broken mug and headed for bed. Just as you were at the bottom of the stairs a key turned in the lock.

‘Oh,’ Tommy said, ‘You’re still up?’

When you spun around you saw that his eyes were glazed over, and you could already smell stale booze on him. His hair was wet, laid straggly on his forehead. It made him look younger, more like when you first met and fell in love with him. He threw his damp coat over a chair and ran a hand through his hair to push it away from his eyes.

‘Weren’t you meant to be back for tea tonight?’ you asked. 'I didn't get a call saying you'd be late.'

He played with the watch on his wrist before he answered. Your eyes darted to the movement instantly. He was nervous. Or guilty.

Just then, the notion that he was with another woman flashed in your mind. Surely not, you thought, everyone knew Tommy's face and word would spread. Then again, everyone knew what happened to people who upset Thomas Shelby too.

'Sorry love, I had a lot on my plate today and it slipped my mind.'

You laughed humourlessly. All the rage you had been stoking with imaginative arguments and wine all evening was bubbling to the surface.

'It slipped your mind,' you said. 'It fucking slipped your mind. Do you know how long I spent slaving in that kitchen today for you? How long I waited before I realised you weren't coming home? That I had to hear from fucking Mary that you were in the Garrison getting pissed while I was sat at home like a dog waiting for its master? You've got a hard neck, Thomas,' you seethed.

He shook his head and took a few steps forward, his arms out as if calming a horse. You couldn’t read the emotion on his face. You hoped it was regret, or guilt, but Tommy was always wearing a mask. And that was really starting to get on your nerves.

‘Y/N, you know what I do. I can’t be here just because you want me to. I’ve got things to deal with,’ he argued, his eyes widening slightly.

‘Are you having an affair?’ You demanded, sick of the cheap excuses. Sick of skirting around the edges instead of getting to the heart of the problem.

‘Are you mad?’ He retorted.

‘I don’t know, am I?’ You replied, voice raising with every word. ‘Because I cant think of any other reason that you’d be boozing in the pub when we had planned to have dinner together. You spend every moment you can outside this house and away from me!’

You were breathing heavily, your nose prickling and tears gathering in your eyes. Tommy furrowed his brow and reached out for your hand but you drew it back sharply.

‘Tell me what the hell is going on, or I swear I’ll walk out that door because I can’t live like this anymore, Thomas,’ you sniffed. ‘I can’t.’ Your vision blurred further as you blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall.

He stared at you, his eyes watering as your face crumpled. It was silent but for the ticking of the clock, and it pushed you further and further over the edge; further and further from reconciliation. You made a start for the stairs again, but he spoke.

'I can't face coming home to a wife that I don't deserve.'

You didn't look back at him, instead focussing on your hand on the banister and your knuckles turning white with your strong grip.

'What?' you asked quietly.

'The things I've done, Y/N; they'd make you sick,' he choked out. ‘And a person like me, they shouldn’t have someone like you looking after them, worrying about them, waiting for them at home.’

Your breathing quickened. You knew what the Peakys were, what they did and how they made their money; but when Tommy was worried like this you knew it was serious. Turning around, you met his gaze. 'What did you do Tommy?'

He opened his mouth, but it took a second for the words to come out. 'I- Look, I know I didn't handle it- us- well. At all. But things with the business, they're getting worse. Real bad. I'm in fucking deep shit.’ He took a shaky breath and avoided your stare. ‘And fuck- I knew you'd be upset. That you wouldn't like me once you'd heard what was going on.’

The fire cracked loudly in the next room as your mind whirred with what Tommy had just said. You had been in a similar situation before when his shell shock was really bad. He refused to talk to you about it. Tried to be a man and get on with it, but it was rotting him from the inside out. Even you could see that so clearly. And although it was laborious, and it took a good while, you finally got him to open up to you.

‘I knew who you were when I married you,’ you said. ‘I knew that things would get tough, and I still went through with it. Because I loved you.’

‘Loved?’ he repeated, deep voice cracking. Your heart broke a little bit with it.

‘Don’t be so stupid, Tommy. Of course I still love you; even if sometimes I wish I didn’t. It would be much easier if I didn’t, but I still do.’ You licked your winestained lips and sighed. ‘But you keeping things from me, all it does is build walls between us and makes us both feel alone in this marriage.’

‘Alright,’ he said. His blue eyes were shining in the dull light, entrancing you. ‘But we’d better sit. It will take a while.’

You followed him into the sitting room and when he sat on the couch you sat next to him, but not too close. There was still tension there; the idea that maybe this relationship could never be salvaged niggling in your ear, that maybe he truly was the monster he thought he was.

And so he began to talk. You hardly spoke yourself, just letting him reel it all out. He told you about the police, about spies, about threats, about murders and kidnappings and torture. When he spoke you felt he was telling you about someone else, that the broken, sad man in front of you couldn’t do the things he was admitting to. But you also knew that he had done bad things before, and from what he said, you saw how easily he had spiraled deep into this underworld.

Once he was finished his eyes were red-rimmed, mirroring yours. Cool air had started to creep up on your legs as the fire waned, and you’d ended up sitting with your leg against his; your hands on his lap, gently caressing his.

Ticking protruded the silence.

‘Can you forgive me, Y/N?’ he asked finally. ‘For all of this shit I’ve dragged us through?’

Your hands stilled and his large hands clenched around them every so slightly. ‘It’s a lot to take in,’ you started, and immediately his face fell. ‘But it’s a start.’ He let out a breath you hadn’t realised he was holding. ‘But I’m serious Tommy, you have to start trusting me. Trust that I’m not going to run for the hills when the going gets tough. I’ll go crazy if I have to pull things out of you again.’

Swiftly, Tommy pulled you into his chest and buried his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him just as tightly.

‘I thought for a moment there that you would leave. I really did,’ he whispered. You shook your head against him. It was warm and comforting being in his arms, something that you had sorely missed.

Pulling back, you put your hands on his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing a short, soft kiss against his pink lips. He smiled and kissed you again, sweetly, full of affection. He still tasted of whisky and cigarettes, but you had little care. You knew you probably tasted of wine and cigarettes, too.

You leaned back slightly and rested your forehead on his, searching his intoxicating eyes. He played with the hair at the nape of your neck, and for a second you felt like you were both young again.

‘God, I’ve missed you.’

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everyonesawhoregrace · 6 years

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The Good Side

Part 4

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The following day was expected to go easier as the last few. My mind was still racing at the fact that I got an apology out of Tommy fucking Shelby. Magic is real, and in the palms of my hands clearly.

I went home with the thought of him, thinking about silly things like his parents and his family life. The wedding ring meant he was married which made me think of his lady. I got to imagining the life of Tommy. Pictured everything a certain way without my actually knowing a single thing about him.

On my way to work, I felt a bit off. A little nervous than before, and it was an emotion I can only describe as the sign of me knowing I’m going to see Tommy soon.

I was excited. Shy. Nervous.

All the things I would normally feel, had I been crushing on someone. Was I crushing on Tommy? I don’t bloody know. Scratch that, I do fucking know. The answer was yes.

He has eyes the colour of the sky on a summers day. The face of a God who came straight from heaven. The voice is a man who can scoop me up into his arms.

I could almost hear my nagging subconscious, he choked you, with intentions of killing you. How can you be interested an a woman beater?

All questions I should ask myself. But as I swept mascara through my lashes and put on heels, was I thinking about that? Fuck no.

“Good morning Alene,” the warden Grant says to me. He smirks, blushing at me. He’s a little red man with a bald head. A bastard who tries to glance under nearly every woman’s skirts. “You look ravishing.”

“God.” I roll my eyes. “Can’t a woman wear heels and a little blusher without being ravishing?”

He laughs. “It’s just that usually you look quite dead.”

I get it, I’m being an arsehole. I deserved that.

“Can I help you with anything?” I ask, pushing my things into my little locker. I look down at Grant, who clears his throat.

“Yes actually,” he licks his lips. “A gentleman is here from the church. A member called father Hughes.”

“Okay?” I close my locker. “What’s that got to do with me?”

“Well he asked for you specifically. I assumed maybe you two were acquainted.”

“Acquainted?” I almost laugh seeing as I haven’t been to church in over twenty years. Never once picked up a Bible either.

“Yes. He said he attending your wedding.” Grant looks at me as if I am some sort of mad woman, he’s almost certain this person attended my wedding when I know he didn’t.

I turn and stare at Grant. My wedding that happened nearly ten years ago? The same wedding that only a handful of close family and friends were invited to? I almost laugh, that’s impossible.

A voice is sounded from afar and before I can even turn my head does Grant smile widely and spin me around to face the person. “There he is, father Hughes, I found her.” Grant, in his cunning ways disappears in the back, leaving Hughes and I alone.

Only then do I begin to imagine this man as the perpetrator who hurt Thomas in such a way.

“Hello.” He says, extending a hand.

I am hesitant at first, his smirk alone is something that makes me worried. Not taking his hand, I look up into his lifeless eyes, “You told Grant you know me?” I tilt my head, “I don’t recall us ever meeting.”

“Perhaps you can allow me the privilege of rejogging your memory.” He mentions the hallway. “Lets walk, shall we?”

Not denying him, and knowing I must make my rounds soon. I take my medical kit and head out, with him following close behind.

“I’m sorry to hear about your ex husband.” He tells me, hands behind his back as he walks beside me.

I notice that we are heading downstairs, he seem to know exactly where we are going, which makes me question his intentions. Downstairs is of course where Tommy is.

I keep my cool, despite having a meltdown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He scoffs. “Come on now Alene,” He has his head up, confidently taking strides beside me. “Your husband who you seemingly loved, gave up on your marriage the moment he found out you couldn’t do your job as a woman.” He murmurs, revealing only what my immediate family know of. He leans in, “A woman who cannot reproduce is everything but woman, isn’t that right?”

I stop the moment he stands before the doors of Tommy’s room. I face him, spinning around so that we are literally face to face, and he is not able to wither himself into Tommy’s room. My face burns, I want to crawl into a ball and hide away from the truth. But how can I?

You’ve got more to give, that’s what my sister said when she got news that I was unable to reproduce a child of my own. The love my former husband and I had for each other was no match for the true love he had of wanting a child someday. Heartbreaking really, it was an ordeal that broke us.

“How do you know this about me?” I ask, looking up at him. “Who did you have to manipulate in order to find that out?”

He smirks, “Your secrets are nothing in a holy house such as the church. As a matter of fact,” He puts his hand out, and with the back of his hand, he runs it over my cheek. I pull back, denying him. “Your mum was not a hard lady to confess. She practically showed up in confessional every day. She told me about your father, and how much he hit her. Told me that you took a liking to him. Daddy’s girl. While you sister preferred the company of your mother.” He nods, as if to confirm everything.

My face gives it all away, mums always been an avid and devoted Christian woman, she’s always praised Jesus, despite the many difficulties he’s brought to her life. An abusive husband who ended up in jail at least for half of his life. And then two snotty daughters, one who hated her - me, and one who loved her endlessly - my younger sister Gabby. I take a step back, hitting my back against the metal bars that protect us from Tommy.

“My mother only has one weak spot, and thats from you no good, lying Christians who feel superior to the innocent and feebleminded.” I hiss, “You used her weakness to your advantage, but let me tell you something Father. I know just as much about you as you know about me. These underlying details of molestation and sexual assault that goes on behind closed doors of the churches. And although I cannot bare children, something tells me I won’t go to hell for it.” I reveal, looking into his eyes. “But you might, for knowing the things you know. And I’m not saying you partaking in such horrendous crimes against children but, if you do, I hope you die slow and painfully.”

He frowns so deeply and shaken, I think he might hit me, Hughes stares down at me. “You’re stronger than your mum, you should be proud of that.” He says, nodding once. “Perhaps thats why, I heard there is a man here who you’ve been tending to.” As I stand there looking clueless of the fact that Father Hughes could potentially be the man Tommy was warning me about all along. “A man named Tommy Shelby.”

“I don’t know who that is.” I reveal, trying to keep my calm. My medical kit is hooked around my fingers. I want to throw it at him, and run away. I press it close against me, creating a divider between myself and Hughes.

“No?” He smiles. “You’re not lying to a man of God, are you?”

“Fuck God.” I snicker, rolling my eyes. “And fuck you, you can shove all of that exploitation and trickery up your arse for all I care.”

Hughes gets uptight, upset, he puts his hands up but I am too quick for him to touch me in any sort of way.

“Don’t you dare put your fucking hands on me!” I snap, not too sure what I plan on doing with my hands in a knotted fist. “I swear, I’ll scream.”

Again, this amuses him. “Scream! Oh the inmates would love that I’m sure. A beautiful young lady like yourself crying out, it’ll only arouse the beasts.”

Shaking my head, I look up at him and sigh. “Hughes, please, your being quite ridiculous and I have work to attend to-” I try to walk around him, but he blocks my body from moving.

“Tell me where Tommy is.” His chest puffs out.

“Who the hell is Tommy?!” I lie, just before he lunges at me.

Of course, me being thinner, shorter, and much more equipped of my surroundings, do I maneuver myself perfectly so that I duck under his arms and around him. I am quick to spin around but the moment I do, my cheek comes right in contact with the back of his hand. A slap to the cheek that nearly makes me sink the floor, my medical kit breaks open, and the first thing I set my eyes on, I reach for. A pair of scissors, harmless really unless I angle it right into his artery, killing him. But Hughes is on his feet and pushes his foot into my flattened hand, I cry out, looking up at him for mercy but he leans down and covers my mouth with his hand. That smirk embeds itself into my brain, like a cancer that won’t go away.

“Listen ‘ere girl, you think you’re protecting the lad...”

My eyes widen at the figure behind Hughes, Tommy stands behind the bars, looking at me as if I’m a schoolchild whose gotten hurt. He pities me. I look back at Hughes, making sure to keep his attention on me. I swallow, tears in my eyes.

“This’ll only backfire and if I find him somewhere in this prison,” Hughes looks up and around before bringing his gaze back down to mine. “I promise you, Alene, I will break each one of your precious fingers and you’ll be nothing .” Hughes warns me. “Do you understand?”

I nod, yelping like a dog the moment he pushes down on my fingers before finally letting go and I fall into a fetal position. I suck in a breath, grinding my teeth together as my eyes water. Pain pulses through my fingers, I can see my middle finger and ring finger just oozing of blood, I try to move my pinky, but I cant. I’m bent too far, I take my wrist with my other hand, looking at my fingers to conclude that I’ll be out of work for days. Hughes walks away from me, and I let out a loud scream filled with regret, sadness, anger, desperation, I don’t know, but as I look down at my semi-squished fingers do I hear the bars slide open and his feet in my eyesight.

I am lifted up into his arms, and I weakly open my eyes to see Thomas’s blue eyes glisten. He stares down at me, murmuring something, but I can only hear a buzzing in my ear. I’m in shock, I know this, but as the tears roll down my cheeks do I stare at his moving lips.

I got you, I’ve got you. You’re okay. You’re going to be fine. I’ve got you, Alene.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years

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Staying At The In Laws P1

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SUGGESTIVE

Tbs pov:

I yawned as we drove up this long infinitely stretching motorway, at least we where past those dam road works where they reduced the motorway to one lane.

"you sleepy?" The sweet voice of y/n smiles I glanced to her sat in the passenger seat of my car half asleep herself her head resting on the window she had a little blanket over her legs and she smiled at me

"little bit" I answer my voice a little horse as I haven't spoken for a couple hours

"we can pull into a services and swap over again?" She suggests sitting up and rubbing her eyes just as I caught up with traffic and stopped in the jam up to another set of road works

"no it's alright, how much further to your parents place?" I ask her

"umm little more down here then off the motorway and an hour to the house roughly" she answers with a stretch "you sure you don't want to swap over?" She asks

"I'm sure" I tell her "might get another coffee at somewhere next one of us has to use the bathroom" I laugh

"I'm okay" she shrugs

"give it another half hour" I chuckle

"shut up" she laughs "why not put the stereo on if your board?" She suggests

"we have gone through every cd in the car" I answer

"phone?" I ask

"my phone's dead yours is on five percent last I checked for directions" I tell her

"radio?" She asks

"the signal is all buggy because we are in the middle of knowhere" I tell her

"re tune it then" she shrugs

"darling, our car is tuned for where we live middle of London love where the radio towers are normally above your head, out here for only knows where they are I'm not re-tuneing my car for the three days we are here" I explain

"fine" she sighs leaning on my shoulder "visit my family sucks" she complains

"y/n it does suck it's just complicated it's out my comfort zone that's all I'm to used to London where you can hop on and train anywhere you like, it's what I get I suppose" I sigh "falling in love with a country girl" I laugh giving her a kiss

"I'm not a country girl" she complains

"how many farms surround your house?" I ask

"three" she shrugs

"how far from your childhood home is the nearest shop?" I ask

"a mile and a half" she sighs

"see your a little country girl" I laugh

"not anymore I'm not, I'm a London girl" she giggles

"just because you live with me doesn't make you a Londoner y/n" I laugh

"traffic is moving" she says trying to change the subject so I moved up a bit

"wow making great time we have moved ten feet in half an hour" I sigh "do we have any food left?" I ask

"two packets of chrips, a ceral bar, half a big Mac and a bottle of water" she explains

"ummm... I really want chicken nuggets now" I complain

"we can get some from somewhere when we turn off okay" she smiles

"okay, will there be fast food outlets here or is it like stop at farm and pick a chicken?" I ask

"is is not that bad!" She complains

"I'm only joking sweetheart" I laugh

"your mean to me" she complains

"no I'm not it's just funny to me, your my northern little country girl aren't you" I smirk

"shut up Thomas" she laughs

"how many of us are doing this anyway?" I ask her

"my mum, my dad, my sister, her husband, you, me, maybe my grandparents and the dog" she explains

"and how many rooms are in your parents house?" I ask

"three bedrooms and a fold out sofa" she smiles

"were going to end up on the sofa aren't we?" I sigh

"you will, I get my bedroom" she giggled

"ohh come on I don't get to share a bed with you?" I ask

"you might depends how good you are and what mood my dad is in" she explains "traffic" she says

"ohh thank you sweetheart" I smile moving the car up a little intentionally putting my hand on her leg once we stopped again

"do any of that around my family you'll be sleeping with the dog" she laughs moving my hand away

"come on y/n we've been together over a year now you parents know that, your family is not stupid they assume we would have done it by now" I laugh putting my hand back "come on three days is a long time your sure you don't want a little...sugar before we get to your families place?" I suggest running my hand up the inside of her thigh

"I'm fine Thomas, I can have my own fun in my old bed" she smirks

"aww you dirty little thing, really? Even after all these years you'd go back and have fun with yourself in your old bed?" I asks and she nods "I swear to god I'm going to fuck you in that old bed of yours if it kills me" I smirk

"it might not kill you my dad might thought" she giggled moving my hand away from her but running her hand up my leg "does Tommy want a little sugar before we get there" she asks

"next time we stop sweetheart" I smirk " but feel free to get him hard if you want to" I smirk

"I might" she giggled slowly rubbing her hand over me I bit my mouth trying to concentrate as the traffic began to move again and we actually went a good way the whole time all I could think about was her slow seductive rubbing couple times she had forced a groan out of me "ohh we are here" she says

"your sure this time?" I ask and she nods so at last we turned off the dam motorway into this tiny city "which way now" I ask her

"follow the road up and out it's a straight line then from here to the turn off for the village" she says

"wow this is a empty town" I sigh looking around

"this is the city Tommy" she giggles

"this? This is the nearest city? My god I've journey to hell" I sigh

" hey be nice I grew up here you know" she complains

"well atleast this shit hole made one beautiful thing" I smirk giving her hand a kiss

"aww Tommy" she giggled "you wanna pull over and have sex?" She asks

"uhh okay" I laugh a little shocked by her sudden question "you remember any good places from your youth?" I ask her

"a couple" she shrugs innocently

"I bet you do" I smirk "bet you grew up fucking boys in there Cara around here?" I smirk

"not really, my village is very tiny lots of secret corners for stuff like that, tomorrow if everyone doesn't have a plan for us I'll take you to one of my spots" she giggled

"I look forward to it sweetheart" I smirk "so come on where am I going for pulling over?" I ask

"turn left up here then right then left little road down there dark, quiet dead end" she smirked so I did everything she said and we ended up in a. Like dark secret one car only dead end so I turned off the car "how many condoms did you bring with us?" She asks

"nine, but there all in my bag in the boot" I answer

"oww" she complains

"relax sweetheart this is me we are talking about" I laugh getting a couple out from the arm rest " come on" I smirk so she happily jumps on me "umm come here my dirty little thing" I smirk pulling her as close to me as possible and undoing my jeans and she sits up pulling off her underwear from under her skirt “Can’t you just wear no panties all the time?” I ask her between kisses

“No, I wouldn’t be able to stop you from humping me every five seconds” she smirks kissing down my neck and sucking on my neck a little

“I would, If I could sweetie” I smirk “Come on sugar” I smirk...

“tommy” she giggles once we had finished up “Thomas stop it” she giggles

“I thought you wanted to-” I began

“No, just a snuggle now” she smiles “We can fool around when we get there?” she smiles

“You promise?” I ask her

“I promise, I’ll let you do lots of stuff when we get there” she smiles

“Okay sugar, come on don’t want your parents ringing wondering where we are?” I laugh “Come on get off me” I tell her

“Why can’t you drive with me like this?” she asks

“no! you cant else I wont be able to keep my hands off you” I smirk “Go on I’ll have another play around with you later” I smirk so she sighs and sits back in her seat “Come on tell me where the fuck I’m going” I laugh

“Fine” she giggles

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years

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Hamilton High School AU 63

He tried to break away, but the arms were too strong around his waist. "Who the fuck are you?"

"You'd think you know. Last time you heard me talking, it was in court, where you got off free for breaking my leg defending my stupid ex."

James Reynolds. John kept fighting his grip and he'd usually be out of it without a fight, but he felt so weak. And that dizziness never went away. What was happening to him?..

His answer came out of the bathroom as Reynolds dragged him towards the back entrance. John Jay came by with a sly grin.

"What did you do?.."

He held up a packet of pills. "You really should watch what you drink. Turns out, James was after you and I hate you, so I helped him out. In return, he hurts you in the worst way I know how to."

"All that time in prison because of you and Maria. I know what I'm doing."

In John's mind, he was screaming and thrashing, but whatever Jay had put in his drink simply sucked the life out of him and he was hardly moving, hardly making any noise. He was completely at their mercy.

Thomas went into the bathroom only a minute later, furrowing his eyebrows as he saw that John was gone. Maybe he already went back into the- Woah! He almost slipped on some lipstick tube. He tutted and picked it up, furrowing his eyes. The color seemed a bit too familiar. He walked out and kept looking down, finding a phone.

He felt his heart drop.

He ran out into the main hall and looked around. Think... Think... He knew this building better than anyone there. Whoever was there would find a back entrance without a fire alarm. And the closest one was... This way! He began running and went straight out of the door, fire filling his eyes at what he saw.

He ran forward and tackled the other guy off of John, beating him down into the concrete until he heard the weakest voice coming from John, calling for him. He jumped off of the half conscious stranger and gave him one last strong kick before going to John. "I'm here for you.. I'm going to see how hurt you are, okay?"

He made sure to wait for a weak nod from John before he checked under his skirt. John didn't seem to be too badly hurt, but it was clear that Thomas had only gotten there seconds too soon. He heard a camera click from behind him and turned around, growling as he saw John Jay with a phone.

“I tried to be your friend, Thomas. Have fun getting your reputation back up after this.”

Thomas jumped to his feet and grabbed the stupid thing from Jay’s hands, smashing it too pieces against the ground, about to do the same to Jay himself.

John moved around a bit and tried to sit up. "Tho... Thomas... Home..." he whimpered.

Thomas paused, giving Jay just enough time to run, and let his expression soften before he turned to John. "We have to get you some help, sunshine..”

John whimpered and shook his head.

“I’ll be with you the whole time. We have to make sure you’re okay.”

After another few seconds, John replied. “Okay...”

“Can I pick you up?.."

He nodded.

Thomas scooped him up and carried him to his car, reclining the front seat as much as he could. "Are you hurt anywhere?.. He didn't hurt you anywhere else?"

John shook his head. "He touched me..." he whimpered. "Jay.. bad stuff in my drink..."

"He drugged you?.." He sighed. "I'm calling the police. I'm not letting that monster get away with this and I'm not letting Jay run free, okay?"

John cried softly and nodded, curling up as Thomas stepped outside and did just that.

When the police and ambulance arrived, Thomas sat with John in the back of the ambulance, holding his hand as the paramedics took his vital signs.

Jay was dragged out of the building kicking and screaming and an officer behind him had the pills that he'd kept in his pocket in an evidence bag. James Reynolds was in an ambulance too, but with more officers than anyone else.

Thomas sighed. "Do you want me to get Alex?.."

He shook his head and held Thomas's hand tighter.

He nodded and kissed his hand. "Can I tell him what happened? I'll tell him you don't want anyone else around."

He nodded and Thomas did just that, seeing that Alexander had been spamming his phone.

[tomas, wers jon? I cant find him] [serisly, im worying] [if ur doin da do jus tel me, but im woryd] [tomas, thers cops and ambulans her, wer r u nd jon?] [tomas, pls! jon wont nsr me eder!]

[I'm here and John's with me. I'm going to tell you what happened, but John doesn't really want me to let you come along. xx]

[ud betr not b fucin lyng]

[I'm serious, Alexander. I told you I'd never do anything to hurt John. xx]

Alexander frowned. He just wanted to know that John was okay. [fin]

[John got drugged by John Jay and sexually assaulted by this James Reynolds guy or something. xx]

Alexander felt his heart stop. He completely shut down, unable to respond, unable to talk, unable to think. What was he supposed to think? Supposed to do? Go to sleep and act like his boyfriend hadn't just almost gotten raped? Like he didn't want him to be there right now?

"Alexander, are you alright?.. Where's John?.."

"I... I..." He began clamming up and just gave his phone to Lafayette, who went pale at the texts before frantically responding. [It's Lafayette, can I com and make sure hes okay?]

Thomas frowned and asked John. "Do you want to see Lafayette?.."

He thought for a few seconds before shaking his head. "Just you..."

"Alright.." He figured that John would change his mind later, but for now, it was best to just listen. [I'm sorry, I really am, but John says he doesn't want to see anyone else. xx]

[Thomas, if you are lying to me, I will castrate you with my bare hands.]

[I'm taking you serious, Laf. I need you to trust me for John's sake, please. xx]

He sighed. [Fine.] He gave Alexander back his phone. "Maybe he just needs his space right now... He doesn't want to see me either. He's not mad because of the pamphlet." Of course he knew that Alexander thought it was because of that.

And Lafayette was right. Alexander visibly relaxed at hearing that it wasn't only him, but only by the slightest amount. He was still worried about John.

"Let's go home, okay?.. We can talk to him later, I promise. He's going to be just fine."

Alexander nodded and let Lafayette lead him out of the hall, joining the rest of everyone in a flood towards their cars.

Lafayette sat with him in his car for a few minutes, letting everyone get to their own and letting the crowd clear up as he called Hercules. "I'm going to be with Alexander. I have to make sure he's okay."

"What about you, Laf?.. I want to make sure that you're okay too... John is like a brother to us both.."

"I'll be fine.."

Alexander reached up and grabbed his wrist. "Let him over.. He can sleep with us as long as you two aren't all gross.."

Lafayette smiled softly and nodded. "Why don't we all stay together? You, me, and Alexander?"

"Alright. I'll pick up Rosie and some clothes, then I'll be at yours. I'll see you then, baby."

"I'll see you then." Lafayette hung up and began driving, taking Alexander home.

Luckily, George and Martha were already asleep, so they got upstairs without a problem, changing in their own rooms before laying down in Lafayette's.

When Hercules got there, Lafayette let him in and he joined them upstairs with little Rosie, laying down with Lafayette and Alexander. He kissed his datemate's cheek and they all fell asleep.

Thomas paced around the waiting room as he was forced to stay there, John getting checked out somewhere in another room. He only stopped when a nurse came in, calling his name. "How is he?"

"He's going to be okay. We want to keep him just until the drugs leave his system, then do another quick evaluation, but, from the details we got from him, we highly doubt that he could have contracted any diseases, though we did make sure to test him. He should be getting those results in a few days or a week. Over all, John is going to be just fine."

Thomas sighed and relaxed. "Thank you so much.."

"It's my job. You can come see him and I think you can make a case for staying the night. You're his boyfriend?"

Thomas nodded.

"Then having you here should be nothing but beneficial for him." She smiled and led him up to John's room.

The freckled boy was laying in his bed, watching the tv in the corner and wearing a hospital gown underneath the blankets. He smiled as he saw Thomas and opened his arms for him, hugging him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Thank you.."

"No need to thank me.. Even if I wasn't your boyfriend, I would've kicked that guy's ass without a second thought."

The nurse smiled. "He's going away for a long time. He may not have done any permanent damage, but it was damage all the same and he does have a record."

John nodded. "Thanks.."

She nodded and walked out.

Thomas laid down beside John and put an arm around him. "How are you feeling?.."

"High as hell... But I've been worse."

"Poor baby.." He kissed his forehead. "Do you need anything?"

He shook his head.

"You still don't want anyone else here?"

He shook his head again. "Just you.."

"That's fine." He smiled a bit.

"Thomas?.."

"What is it, baby?"

"Is the dress okay?"

He chuckled. "It's not in too bad shape. I'm sure Sarah would understand and help you."

John just nodded.

"Go to sleep, sunshine."

He nodded again and fell asleep, Thomas sleeping beside him.

In the morning, John woke up to a gently nudge from one of the nurses, Thomas still fast asleep beside him.

"Sorry to wake you.. I just need to ask a few questions about your condition."

He nodded. "Okay.."

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm kind of sore everywhere.. And my head kind of hurts, but I'm not too bad. Like, if I had the flu."

She nodded and wrote that down. "Is there anything else?"

"No. I'm alright otherwise."

"Great." She smiled and gave him a brochure for a therapist. "I recommend seeing this doctor when you're ready. It's not necessary in the healing process, but I highly recommend it."

John nodded, pretending to consider it. "Thank you.."

"Of course. We just need to run a few quick tests, then you'll be ready to leave."

He nodded again and let her test his reflexes. He couldn't even let them test his pupil dilation the night before because he cried and thrashed as soon as it started thanks to how blown out his pupils already were. And Thomas had to hold him as they took his temperature and hold his hand as they got his dress off and checked him for physical damage. He was a mess made a whimpering child by drugs.

"All done."

John blinked a few times. Already? He only vaguely remembered a few followed instructions, but it seemed that he'd spent his attention on his own internal turmoil.

Thomas began to stir. "What time is it?.."

"It's just about to be 8 in the morning. Mr Laurens is ready to go home once you're ready. You can run and bring him a change of clothes, if you want."

Thomas nodded, then sat up and stretched once the nurse left. "I'm going to get you some clothes."

He nodded and gave him his key, checking his phone as he waited. He sighed as he saw all of the missed calls and messages mainly from Alexander. He called him, knowing that would put him more at ease than just a text.

Alexander had been half asleep, but answered in record time. "Hello?"

"Hey... It's me.. I'm okay.."

"John... Thomas told me what happened last night. I'm so sorry.."

"I'm going to be okay, I promise. I hope you know I'm not mad at your or anything... I just don't really want to see anybody.." He didn't want to be coddled, made to feel like what happened broke him. It hurt, but John had easily been through worse. Thomas knew how he wanted to be treated, not in any way special, but like he had someone there if he changed his mind. Lafayette was too soft as to try not to treat him any differently and Alexander saw John as fragile, as he'd already made clear. And Hercules would no doubt treat him differently, too, seeing John as a younger sibling. Thomas was probably the only person who wouldn't since he understood what it was like not wanting to be treated differently, most people did just that when they learned just how rich his family was, and he understood that he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

When he came back, John changed into the outfit that he'd brought him, just a simple shirt and some sweatpants, then went with him back to his apartment. John immediately took a nap with Thomas, then got up and ordered some pizza a few hours later, neither of them feeling much like cooking. John ate most of it, though he made sure to leave enough for Thomas, then got up and pulled his shoes on, looking at Thomas.

“Want to come with me?”

He got up and grabbed his shoes before asking, "Where are we going?"

"I kind of just want to go to the gym.. Blow off some steam, work out a bit or something."

"That sounds good." While he’d gone out to get John some clothes, he'd also gone home and quickly changed into a tee shirt and shorts, ready to just relax for the whole day, so he was ready. He got up and went to the door with him, walking out behind him. "Where are you going?" he asked as he walked right past the car.

"I prefer to walk."

Thomas nodded and followed him down the street. John seemed independent on the outside, but they both knew that he needed Thomas following him and keeping an eye on him for a while. "So.. what did you say to the nurse about therapy?.." He knew it was a sensitive topic, but he wanted to see what John would see.

"I said I'd think about it, but I threw the brochure she gave me into the trash.."

"I get it.. Nobody's forcing you to do anything."

John nodded and flinched as he leaned against a light pole at a crosswalk, feeling the sharp sting of static. It normally didn't bother him, but he couldn't help it, not while he was thinking of that time only moments before.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. I'm alright." And this time, he was telling the truth. Of course, the memories still made him jump sometimes but it was nothing serious anymore. Not like the time when he burst into tears after someone offered him a stick of gum, only for it to shock him. That was so embarrassing...

"Alright." He kept following John until they got to the gym. As usual for the weekends, it was fairly empty, so the pair played some music as they sat in the weight room, not talking much because, frankly, they didn't have to. The few shared glances or song lyrics that they sang out loud was more than enough to know that they were both okay. Things weren't great, but it was a good start.

Once they were warmed up, they headed into the boxing ring at John's request and after his promise of not hurting Thomas. It was an interesting match up. Thomas wasn't too largely built to be fast nor was he too thin to be strong while John was thin and shorter, but strong for his size and with speed to match it.

But Thomas wasn't a boxer. John saw his moves from a mile away and it was only a few minutes before John won the match.

"Alright, you got me. As the runner up, I get to give your your prize."

John smiled and leaned up, letting Thomas give him a quick kiss. "And as the winner, I declare this day to be over. I'm ready to go home."

"So am I." Thomas smiled and followed him out, then walked back with him, getting a call from his mom as they walked. He tutted and answered. “Hello?”

"Thomas, where are you and Lucy?"

"Lucy's at a sleepover with her friends this weekend and I'm with my friends."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He rolled his eyes, knowing just what to say to get out of this. "I did."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Well, have fun then."

He sighed as she hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. It'd been that way for years, probably ever since Lucy was born. No, even before that. Always, maybe. It was so easy for Thomas to get away with anything when no one paid attention. It was one of the reasons he'd fallen for John so fast. He did.

When they got to the apartment, they laid on John's couch with pizza that they'd picked up on the way and put on a movie, spending the day quietly.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #lafayette #hercules mulligan #thomas jefferson #john laurens #john jay #james reynolds #lams #mullette #thaurens #63 #chapter 63

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janusthesneakysnakeboi · 6 years

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Thoughts while watching the newest Cartoon Therapy

NOT SPOILER FREE. I WILL SPOIL THE EPISODE

This has been a warning

Ok after this video I am totally subscribing to this thing

YESSSSSSS

Aight I’ve seen some of the Avatar. Like a few years ago... is that ok?

OMG Larry playing the ukulele is amazing. Did they just come from Hawaii or something lol I love it

ELLIOT!!!!!!!

Wait... Joan is wearing a leather skirt? This is something i need in my life so much

TALYN HOLY SHIT YES

i love my children ilovethemsomuchomfgicanteven

Larry me too. What are sports

Kai... That’s like... almost my name

Talyn looks so different without their glasses

POWERPULL GIRLS

L A R A N O L D???

Salmon Bagel? I haven’t even heard of that

JOAAAAAN PLZ DONT LEAVE MY BBY

WHY ARE KAI AND ELLIOT SO RELATABLE

i love the cuts from one session to the next

Dot c’mon why’d you bring it up

Kai is meeeeeeeeeeeeeee

elliot...

you

you gotta

talk to him

2:48? okay

Ok Dot i was on board at first

But the ending was a lot omg

Ok Picani accent? Where did this come from?

“oh you have no idea” THAT FACE THO

PURE PATTON

Elliots face at 9:12

I love it

I love their relationship too

Can Picani be my therapist?

plz

Joan is so amazing

i love them

Larry k n o w s

EYE CONTACT KILLS A L L

Ok im just seeing the posters now and i love them all

AND EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED

ok so i definitely remember enough

You say Aang, I say Aang

Wait aren’t those two waterbenders brother and sister?

if so plz tell me he won’t compare Larry and Dot to them

“Those who trip in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”

“I don’t have an attitude” Said Kai, with an attitude

ME TOO KAI

GET THAT SLEEP

YES

what am i doing

Larry why’d you put avatar in air quotes

OH MY GOD THAT BLEEP

Saki is a spice thing... right?

wait was joans tattoo always there? im so observant wow

SNOOPY YEET

I very much want that stitch poster

plz

good grief - yet another charlie brown reference i love it

“ya see this picani? take notes” “i cant see your pupils so” I love it

i love the whole exchange

HERBERT OMG U POOR BBY

You can see the Logan coming out when Larry said nobody died in his version of Hamlet

AAAAAAnd there’s Patton right on cue with Dot

Why does their affection look so hard to watch

Animation makes you queasy? but like... picani is your therapist

Kai! So vulgar!!

who am i kidding i swear a lot too

“i just stopped trying to keep up” lol Dot

awww Kai

ok but like same with not doing crazy shit but anxiety instead?

i love the puns

LoRyN?

oof where’s the skip button on this add

wait there isnt one?

wait PAN COLORS

also THIS VID IS AN HOUR

there’s gotta be a shit ton of bloopers

Why does this remind me of the Delta Airlines John Mullaney story?

Like the one where his girlfrient points out the obvious

yeah nobody likes the name Herbert

it makes me think of herbert hoover and he was a terrible president

Appalogy x 2

AYYY MORE PUNS

omg is this show on netflix

where can i binge this

oh thank god thats the relationship he went with

how does your gf not know your friends

my bffs bf knows all her friends

TALKING TO THE WRONG PERSON ABT GEEKINESS BEING BAD

plz dont say fortnite

YOU HAVE FOXES ON YOUR SOCKES

I LOVE SUPER SMASH BROS

omg yes Kai

damn that’s some big kid shit

seriously where’s the accent coming from

GREASE

Thomas you musical loving boi don’t bash em

Roman is a firey boi rn

dammit now i cant stop hearing danny zuko

damn he got daddy issues

also yeah the picani = logicality fusion is hella accurate

elliots face was like “uh sure. i think my dad is the firelord”

“wow people who truly loved him. Cant relate” Ok so me too? and hun

wait you can’t just cut scenes like this

why am i thinking of voltron rn

omg i love kai

kai is mine now

oof picani got stumped

i can hear patton saying he will physically fight kai

i thought kai was gonna say like “who are you talking to” but instead the whole office cutaway thing was just unphasing

i love them all

omg so poetic picani

yes we can’t ignore the bisexuality

tHeRe’S nO wInNiNg On ChRiStMaS

AGAIN WITH THE ACCENT

I NEED TO KNOW

WHERE DOES IT COME FROM

i need that whole negative energy thing

Scooby Dooby Doo time?

Oh yes i know that

im totally a touch person

and yet my partner isnt irl ;-;

THE WIGGLE

PICANI HAS DONE IT

ok wait is larrys hat... not go over his whole head? like is it just a visor thing?

omg they are so excited about vacations lol

is that cave for copulation tho...

HE SING

HE PLAY

YES

that one SU episode where steven was playing music while lars and sadie were off being str8

wait dont the certain kingdoms only take one thing tho and those who use all 4 are avatars?

omg they’re both so excited abt cartoons together yay

why does the hand thing remind me of romans elbow thing in why do we get out of bed in the morning

oh no its almost over

aww hun test it at home first

dont jump in without testing it first

oof thats still easier said than done

the whole neutral thing

OK THIS ACCENT THING IS ACTUALLY A THING WAS THIS THERE LAST TIME

he k n o w s about stitch

THAT SMILE WHEN KAI SAID YES

me too picani

YES THAT IS A GR8 SKIRT

you were sitting on the pun this whole time omg

aaaaand here’s the end card

WAIT JOAN

Thomas omg yes

my children

Thats all folks

#ct spoilers #cartoon therapy spoilers #cartoon therapy #avatar #thomas sanders #elliot #Kai is my child now #this probably makes no sense #i also wanna watch this video enough to quote it #so next up im dedicating hours to watching this over and over again #its grrrrrrreat

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littlebitoffanfic · 5 years

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Work Place Romance - Power

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Thomas Hewitt Relationship: Thomas/reader Request: Can you do a smutty part two for work place romance AN: pure smut and I don’t care Part one: https://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/184509676114/work-place-romance You sat at your desk, trying to focus on the documents you were typing up but failing. Your mind kept wondering back to the man downstairs. standing abruptly from your place, you were unable to stop your legs as you walked through the factory with pay cheques in your hand. You threw them onto everyone’s work bench, not caring what happened to them because you just wanted an excuse to see Thomas. He was, as always, in one of the back rooms working. No one really spent any time on their own with him, so when you entered the room and closed the door you knew no one would come in. Thomas was covered in blood, right up his arms and past his elbows. You knew it was twisted, but you couldn’t help but feel more turned on over it. “hey.” You smiled, placing the last slip of paper to the side as you walked up to him. You made sure to sway your hips a little more when you walked and Thomas definitely noticed. Today, you had wore a white blouse with a black cardigan and a tight pencil skirt that you knew would be driving him wide. On the drive in, his hand hadn’t left your lap the entre time and you noticed his budge when you grabbed your purse from the footwell. Plus, it was too hot for tights today. Thomas tilts his head to the side, silently asking why you had come here in the middle of the day as he pulled the apron off his torso. Well, it was 3.30pm, but it still wasn’t common for you to leave the office. A soft blush raises to your cheeks as you look away from him. You couldn’t exactly say “ive been fanaticising about fucking you and now im worked up and needy”, now could you? Not that Thomas would mind. The last 6 months had been some of the best months of your life. Ever since that first kiss, you had fallen completely in love with the butcher. His family welcomed you with open arms but they were the only ones who knew about the romance. Thomas came over to your house the night before last, but last night you had had to sleep alone and you hated it. Although you were sure he felt the same judging by the kiss he had given you this morning. “I-erm, I had to see you.” You confess, knowing it was a half truth but not a lie. Thomas stepped closer, pulling down his mask as he frowns in confusion. He obviously thought something was wrong. you felt yourself melt under his concern gaze. Sweet as always, you found yourself unable to resist him anymore. moving quickly, you wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him deeply. Thomas froze for a moment, unable to believe anyone would ever just throw themselves at him but he quickly kissed back. You felt him begin to move his arms when you pulled back. “No, you cant touch me.” You suddenly stated, earning a look from Thomas that reminded you of a kicked puppy. But you smiled and stepped back to gesture at his hands. “If you touch me, you’ll get blood on me and everyone will see.” You explain. Thomas looks down, studying his hands but nods nonetheless, understanding your reasoning. An evil plan hatches in your mind as your eyes fall on a chair at the back of the room. Pressing your hands on his chest, you guide him backwards until his heels hit the chair legs and he instantly sat down. His eyes were on your own, silently questioning what you were doing but he was just as excited to find out. he liked this. The thrill it offered. Leaning forward so you were an inch from his face, you smirk a little. “keep your hands by your side.” You tell him and, when he nods in return, you kiss him softly. pulling up your skirt so it was around your hips, you straddle your secret lover. Your skirt was way too tight to ever allow you to do this without it ripping. Thomas instantly buckled his hips up to meet your own and he could feel the heat of your body through his clothes. Locking your arms around his neck, you press your whole body against his as you grind softly. Thomas wines as he clutches the bottom of the seat and fought against his desires to touch you. Your cheeks were on fire as you grind against him, moaning against his lips as you felt his member pressing against your needy clit. You tried to rub against it, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, and so did he. “Fuck.” You growled through gritted teeth as you pulled back, your fingers digging into his shoulder. Thomas’ eyes were staring at you with such desire you though you might cum there and then. Until you heard your name being called over the tannoy. There were no cameras in here, so the boss probably just needed you. you let out a frustrated moan as you sat panting on his lap. “Come to my office when you finish?” You try to ask Thomas, but it came out more like you were pleading with him. But he nodded, his jaw tense as you stood up. You smirk as he stands pulling his apron back on to cover his now rock hard dick. As you pull your skirt back down, you also pull down your panties while hes not looking. Walking up to him, you press a kiss to his cheek as you press the small bundle into his hand. By the time hes able to glance down at them, you had slipped out of the room. Thomas raises the material to his face and inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed. He couldn’t wait for finishing time. --------------------time skip ---------------- The second the clock struck 5, Thomas was at your office, his hands and arms clean once again. but he knew you wouldn’t be able to do anything to everyone left, so he sat in his corner. The fact he knew you were sitting there, without panties, was driving him insane with desire. You saw him clutching the edge of his seat. You watched as everyone left, causally getting up to double check and when you saw no one was here, you went back to your office and close the door. Turning, you smirked when you realised Thomas had cornered you against your door. “Everyone gone. Its just us.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled down his mask. His arms wrapped around your waist as he bend down to kiss you. but there was something a little more different about this kiss. Something more… lustful. Thomas was first to pull away, leaving you whining for more as he grabbed your hands and pulled you to your desk. You were about to question him when he turned you around and bent you over the desk. following his orders without question, you felt a rush of lust run through your body as his hands ran up your back, along your shoulder and down your arms in a mirrored fashion. When he got to your hands, he placed the firstly on the desk, either side of your head with clear instruction. Keep them there. You nodded, biting down hard on your lip. Wiggling a little, you brushed against Thomas as he leaned over you. Thomas let out a grunt as his attention and hands retreated down your lower back and to your ass. He grabbed your ass in both his hands, squeeze almost painfully as he ground himself against you. you moaned as his hands trailed down the side of your thighs to the edge of the skirt and pulling it up like you had done earlier. He pushed the skirt until it was around your waist, his hands grabbing your rear once again but this time skin on skin. You instantly stepped to spread your legs for him, your heels offering the perfect angle along with the desk. Thomas groaned as one of his hands ran down to your sex. A thick digit swiped against your wet slip and sensitive clit making you moan softly. he stepped back and knelt behind you. you felt his breath against your sex as you couldn’t help but smile. You wanted him, this, so badly. He leaned forward and you felt his tongue press against your clit before slowly moving to your slip and pushing inside. “Thomas.” You moaned, your legs basically shaking as he slowly made his way between pressing wet kisses to your clit and plunging his tongue into your opening. “fu-fuck.” You gasped, arching your back as you tried to press harder against him until you felt him pull back as he stood up. His hands left your body and you heard him undoing his belt and trousers. They fell to his ankles along with his boxers as he wrapped his hand around his thick cock. His other hand settled on your lower back, keeping you in place as he brushed the head against your slit. Instantly, you buckled your hips but he pulled back. You glanced over your shoulder and that shit eating grin told you exactly what you were in for. He was teasing you, tormenting you for what you had done to him earlier. “Please?” you whined, deciding to play along with him. “I need you.” You felt his body shiver at the words, knowing there were a weakness for him. You felt him press his head back against your slit. Both his hands grabbed your waist, holding you in place as he slowly pushed inside you. it was painfully slow as he filled you completely, staying buried fully inside you as you tried to wriggle against him. “So good.” You moaned, your nails digging into the wood of your desk as you felt him slowly pull out and thrust back in. His trusts were slow but hard, enough to get you going but not enough to make you cum. “You’re cruel.” You gasp as he fills you again and again, looking back at him as you pout out your lower lip. He smirked at you, enjoying the dominance he had over you, and how willing you were to give it to him. But it did make him go faster. His hips buckle against your own as his finger dug into you sides. This side of him made your inside flip as he fucked you on your desk. Thomas was normally loving and gentle during sex, never using his strength or power over you, but you could certainly get use to this. Thomas froze, buried fully inside you. you were about to moan and ask why he stopped when you heard it. Two people were speaking. “Just grab your keys quickly!” One snapped to the other from outside the door and you heard someone jogging along the corridor. but you were too lost in lust to care. “Don’t stop.” You begged Thomas in a hushed voice as you tried to grind against him as you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes looked down at you as if to make sure you were okay before he continued his pace. You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips until his hand clamped over your mouth. He pulled you up so your back was arched but your head was nearly against his chest. You had to keep your mouth open, trying to keep your breath as you moans were muffled by his hands. Something like this could certainly get you both fired, but you were so lost in lust for him that you didn’t care. And neither did Thomas. He used his other hand to reach in front of you and pull open your blouse, a few buttons pinging off across the room. You gasped as he pulled down your bra to expose your breasts. He took your right breast in his hand and squeezed it, sending a shock through your body as you reached up. He thought you were about pull his hands off you, tell him he had gone to far. But you didn’t. One of your hands reached up over you to his head and buried itself in his hair. The other grabbed the wrist of his hand which covered your mouth. He was about to let go but you kept it in place, doing it more for leverage than anything else. You panted, his hips slamming against your own as you heard footsteps walking back. “is [y/n] away?” One of the workers called to the other. “Must be. She looked really red faced earlier.” The other replied and then you heard a knock on the door. You felt your heart hammering against your chest as you stared at the door. If they walked in here, they would see you, bent over the desk with your blouse ripped opened as Thomas Brown Hewitt fucked you from behind. His hands crushed over your mouth and squeezing your right breast as you almost suffocated. And you fucking loved it. Glancing at Thomas, you saw he was staring at the door as well and was thinking the exact same thing. He wanted them to walk in and see him with you. he wanted them to know how you had came to him, needy and desperate earlier because no one else could satisfy you but him. he wanted them to walk in and see you cum because he fucked you like no one else could. He wanted them to see you take all his seed when he came deep inside you. It was too much for you. Your walls clenched around him as you came, hard. Your whole body filled with pure and utter pleasure you finally got the release you had been searching for all day. And the second Thomas felt you orgasm, he followed, spilling his seed into you as you pulsed around him. “She must have been sick.” You heard one of them say to the other. The footsteps walked away from the door and you heard the two men leave through the front door. Once they were gone, Thomas let go of your mouth and you panted for air. Falling forward, you just managed to catch yourself on your hands as you moaned and gasped. Thomas pace a hand either side of you as he tried to hold himself up. Both of you were a mess. But Thomas was scared he had gone too far. He quickly pulls up his trousers and stepped back from you as you push yourself up. You pull down your skirt and pull your bra back up although your blouse wasn’t salvageable right now. You could replace the buttons when you got home. Turning, you saw Thomas staring at you in fear. But he saw the smile on your lips and relaxed. “Wow.” You giggle, jumping up on your desk and lying back so your head was hanging off the edge. “That was incredible.” Thomas couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he walked back to you. He presses soft kisses against your chest as a silent apology for the torn blouse. You giggle as you look back to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. When he looks up, you kiss his lips. This time, it was a soft and loving kiss. “well-“ You begin to sit back up and Thomas steps back to allow you some room. “-Since everyone will think I left early, how about we head back to mine for round two?” You wink at him as you speak and he instantly smirks. this was certainly something you were interested in exploring a little more of with him. This strange power play, which made your head spin. He could dominate your body completely then submit to you a moment before. When you told him not to touch you before, he had complied. And when you gave him complete control, he had certainly delivered. And he seemed to enjoy both, as you had.

#Texas Chainsaw Massacre #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface #leatherface x reader

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everythingshawnmendes · 7 years

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Halloween with Shawn Through the Years (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

talk about last minute halloween fics lmao

4 years old

“SHAWN BABY DON’T RUN YOU’RE GONNA TRIP!”

Two toddlers were running to the next house brightly lit by orange pumpkins. Shawn was dressed up as a fluffy tiger, with a big orange and black striped hood that almost covered his entire head. Y/N was a princess Ariel, with a shirt with purple seashells on them and a green skirt with scales on. The ran beside each other in excitement. Never before in their life had they only had to knock on a door to get free candy! They have also never owned so many treats in their lives. Their mothers scurried behind them, knowing what they got themselves into when they agreed to let Shawn and Y/N trick-or-treat together.

“Trick or treat!” The pair yelled as the owner of the house chuckled at these two little adorable toddlers.

“I got a lady bug shaped chocolate.” Shawn frowned at the sweet he just received as the two walked down the front porch of that house and onto the next.

“It’s okee Shawn, have my caramel.” Y/N grabbed his chocolate and placed her own in his orange bag.

Despite being only four years old, they knew each other extremely well and looked after each other like brother and sister.

They walked onto the next house and Y/N recoiled in fear.

“Mommy I-I’m scared! I don’t wanna go in that one!”

“It’s okay Y/N the skeletons aren’t real. They’re just made out of uh what’s the word pastic (A/N: 4 year old Shawn’s way of saying plastic).”

Y/N was on the verge of a tantrum.

“I don’t want to go.” Tears raising to the little girl’s eyes.

“Come I promise you I will protect you!” Shawn took her hand.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

The pair clutched onto each other as they looked straight ahead, trying not to look at the slightly creepier and more life-like decorations.

10 years old

“Hermione is way better.”

“No Harry is.”

“If it weren’t for Hermione, you’d be dead by the first book.” Y/N poked Shawn’s red and gold tie. “Also, you put the scar on the wrong side.”

“Well Hermione doesn’t actually wear glasses so I don’t know why you have some on.”

“They’re yours, stupid.” Y/N took off the round spectacles and put them back on Shawn’s face.

“Alright my favourite Hogwarts students, go before the Dementors arrive.” Y/N’s mom ushered the two out the door.

“And remember only five streets! And if you get lost go ring a doorbell and ask to use the phone!” Karen yelled after them.

“We got this mom!” Shawn brushed her off.

“Those two make quite the pair, don’t they?” Y/N’s mom smiled watching them race on the sidewalk.

“Yes they do. They certainly like annoying each other, that’s for sure.”

“Well, you know what they say. Sometimes when kids like each other that’s how they show affection.”

15 years old

“Y/N I don’t like horror movies!”

“Stop being a pussy, this one is like the least scary one on Netflix.”

Shawn huffed and plopped on the couch beside Y/N.

“I’ll get it!” He got up when he heard the doorbell to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. “Hey go easy on the caramels will ya, save some for me.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear.

The pair decided to abandon the movie, because honestly Shawn wasn’t going to sit through it anyway. They merely sat on Y/N’s front porch and handed out candy while conversing.

“What do you wanna do later on?” Shawn asked.

“Not too sure. Would like to get into the science field. You?”

“Kay don’t laugh. Like seriously, cause it’s really stupid and practically impossible. But like maybe become a singer?”

“Shawn. I’ve known you all my life. This definitely is far from the stupidest thing you’ve said.” Y/N laughed, Shawn joining.

“So you don’t think it’s stupid?”

“Nah. I see you in Hollywood.” Y/N gazed at him.

“Aw if it isn’t the lovebirds.” The high school bitch exclaimed as she came up the driveway with her friends.

“Aw if it isn’t the dumbass who doesn’t realise a girl and a guy can’t be friends without being in a relationship.” Y/N raised her middle finger.

“Y/N!” Her mom said, as she clambered onto the front porch with Karen and Aaliyah. Shawn snickered at her.

17 years old

“I’d like to thank Taylor so much for having me on this 1989 tour.” Shawn gestured on stage to a Taylor dressed as a snowman. “It’s been great.”

Y/N downed the red cup full of beer alongside her friends, all dressed up as cats.

“Hey sexy.” A guy passing by them said.

“Bye.” Y/N waved sarcastically.

“Hey Y/N what happened to that friend of yours? Shawn?”

“You definitely know him. You have his song in your playlist.”

“Wait. Shit. Your old childhood friend is Shawn MENDES?”

20 years old

Y/N smiled at herself in the mirror. A decade ago, she was dressed exactly the same. Gryffindor robe, black skirt, wand in hand. Hermione was the true heroine of Harry Potter. She set out the door into her car and off to some party her friend has been raving about.

Shawn closed the Youtube video “how to tie a tie” as he managed to secure the red and gold Harry Potter tie around his neck. He unwrapped a caramel that was lying on his table then left his condo and over to Andrew’s house.

The pair stood side by side at the bar ordering drinks. Turning around, the both proceeded to say: “Nice costume.”

Their hand then flew to their mouths in shock.

“Y/N?”

“Shawn?”

“Oh my god.”

They hugged each other, dumbstruck. They then proceeded to sit down at a couch and reconnected, talking about everything that had happened in their whirlwind lives the past five years.

21 years old

“Wow cheesy.” Geoff commented on Shawn and Y/N’s costume.

“Shut up it’s funny.”

“Lemme get a picture of you too, it’ll get the media fawning. And the couples who are also wearing a bacon and egg costume not feel alone.”

Y/N chuckled as Shawn looped his arm around her shoulder.

“You’re cute.” Shawn looked down at her.

“As are you.”

30 years old

“THOMAS BABY DON’T RUN YOU’RE GONNA TRIP!” Shawn called after his mischievous four year old as he dragged his two year old sister down the sidewalk, who was barely keeping up with her two tiny feet.

“Shawn that’s literally word for word, what your mom told you when we were 4.”

Shawn grinned at the memory.

“How can I forget? My first trick-or-treating experience.”

“Hey you think we should do that Kimmel “I told my kids I ate their candy” challenge thing?”

38 years old

Shawn and Y/N sat in their kitchen, practically crying of laughter.

“Thomas, Rose come here!” They played a video on their phone of those two eight years ago screaming and pouting.

“Not cool dad, I actually thought you two ate all my candy.”

“I was only 2!”

“It was a joke!” Shawn chuckled. “Although I did steal some of your caramels.”

The pair of siblings left the room.

“We really are bad parents aren’t we?”

“The worst.” Shawn chuckled, pulling his wife in for a kiss on the cheek.

50 years old

“Hey hun look here what Rose posted on her Facebook.”

“Aw cute.” Y/N replied.

“What do you mean cute? She’s half naked! That isn’t a costume it’s lingerie!”

“Shawn she’s 22.”

“Still.”

“Imagine when we were 22. I’m sure you would have liked to see me in that.” Y/N cocked an eyebrow.

“Still do.” Shawn smirked, pulling her in for a hug.

60 years old

“Hi dears come in!” Y/N cried at the sight of her children and grandchildren. “Look at them! You are so precious.”

“What’s up guys.” Shawn opened the door to his son and daughter.

“And Rose! You dressed her up as princess Ariel!”

“What’s so special about princess Ariel?” Shawn said, popping a caramel in his mouth.

“That was my first Halloween costume.”

“Oh yeah!” Shawn remembered.

“And watch how many of those you eat, we ain’t 28 anymore.” Y/N chuckled.

“Not my fault you make these so damn delicious.”

85 years old

Y/N and Shawn were sitting calmly on their armchairs in front of the fire.

“Hey.” Shawn said.

“Hmm?”

“It’s Halloween today.”

“Is it?” Y/N asked.

Shawn got up slowly and disappeared into the storage room. He reemerged into the room with a hat and a pair of glasses. Sitting back down, he placed the hat on Y/N’s head and put the round glasses on himself.

“Harry really couldn’t have survived without Hermione.” He said.

“Only took you over seventy years to figure that out.” Y/N laughed.

“I couldn’t have survived this life without you Y/N.”

Shawn said.

Y/N smiled at him.

“You want me to make caramel?”

ik this aint caramel but honestly i cant find good gifs on here anymore idk why

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes halloween #shawn mendes fluff #halloween

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The Story of Us

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✮ Chapter Five: Short Stories ✮

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Tuesday

After her inn adventure with Lucas, Riley retreats back to Jedediah’s house for a bite to eat. That night she lays awake in bed thinking over her conversation with Lucas. They’ve known each other for less than forty-eight hours yet Riley told him about her safe space and he brought her to his.

Lucas brought Riley to the inn after seeing her in a huffy state. The bay window - even burnt out and beaten down - was a sweet gesture. So, Riley opens up about the significance of her safe place, not as a reward but more so out of appreciation for it. Eventually their conversation progressed from there and even with Riley having to persist a little, it flowed naturally. Of course both teens seemed sheepish because of the vulnerable topics but there was still something strange about it all to Riley.

Lucas shared with Riley his dream and to some - Lucas included - that’s like sharing an entry from your diary. To own aloud something that could bring failure and embarrassment is no easy thing, yet he told a complete stranger about it.

Riley keeps trying to explain away things; she told Lucas about the bay window to say thank you and he told her his aspirations because she opened up to him... Or maybe because it’s easier talking to a stranger... Regardless of whatever windy thought tangent she partook on that night she shakes it all off after realising it was after 1:00am and she’d spent hours thinking about it.

Wednesday

The following morning Riley wakes to her alarm. Her eyes are heavy and it’s immediately clear to the New Yorker that she didn’t get enough sleep. Riley picks up her phone to silence the alarm and notices a text from Maya received only a few minutes before she woke.

From Maya:

You home yet? :(

Riley wears a weak smile and types a quick reply.

To Maya:

Soon. I promise.

With that the brunette throws the blankets back and swings her legs over the bed. Riley takes a deep breath and exhales gently before whispering, “Commencing operation ‘home time’.”

Riley still has plenty of time before she has to leave for school as she exits her room she walks past Jed’s door which is ajar and she notices him soundly sleeping. The New Yorker tiptoes past his room and downstairs.

Once in the kitchen Riley opens the fridge. Jed had done a proper grocery shop since Riley went to the market so she had more to work with now than just canned goods. Riley pulls out a few things and begins to work her ‘magic’. Thirty minutes later Jed makes his way downstairs and greets Riley who’s attempting to clean up the mess she made.

“Uh, good morning?” Jed gives her a dubious greeting.

“Good morning!” Riley says all chipper. “I got up early to make us eggs for breakfast.”

“Right, so...” Jed looks around the kitchen and dining area. “Where are the eggs?”

“Well I burnt them so I just put out cereal on the table...” Riley chuckles nervously.

“Alright, thank you.” Jed cracks a smile as he shakes his head. “Why don’t I finish cleaning this up and you get ready for school. I’ll drop you off today.”

“But you don’t like driving?” Riley coaxes her head.

“I have an appointment and the high school is on the way.” Jed explains before ushering the teen upstairs.

Riley quickly cleans all breakfast gunk from her face and hair before making her way back into her room. Riley stands in a towel and looks at the pile of clothes her mother sent the previous day still in a heap by the bed but shakes her head. Riley reaches for the duffle bag she brought with her to Texas that’s in the corner of the room. The little clothes she packed herself are spilling out of it. Riley pulls out the only clean shirt she has left and a black skirt that’s lined with silver studs.

Like all the clothes Riley wears these days this outfit is another recycled look from Maya’s old wardrobe. With both girls being thin, the articles of clothing fit Riley just fine but with the obvious height difference, length was sometimes an issue. This skirt proves to be one of those times, it’s not inappropriately short by any means but it does see Riley tugging at it’s hem throughout the day as she worries it rides up too high. For a little bit of comfort Riley throws on her only pair of black stockings she brought and quickly remembers that she snagged them on the fence the day before. Riley rolls her head forward with a soft laugh anticipating Lucas’ smug look when he sees her actually wearing them after teasing her with the, “I thought this would be a look you liked” comment. Surely enough when Riley arrives at school she spots Lucas in the hall wearing a smirk and a nod as he motions to his legs in attempt to tease her about hers. Riley bypasses him with a smile she cant help and an eye roll as she searches for Mabel.

Come lunchtime that day Riley arrives at the cafeteria to find Lucas and Tristan sitting together at the same table they joined Riley at the day before. The two of them are huddled together watching a video or something on one of their phones. Riley hesitates for moment not knowing if she should go over to them. Was that how it was going to be now? The five of them sitting at the same lunch table everyday?

When Tristan throws his head back with a chuckle he spots Riley and waves for her to come over. The brunette does so and Tristan is in hysterics as he asks Riley to watch the video. The New Yorker slips into the space beside him and watches the clip. In real time and on the recording you can hear Tristan cackling away as Thomas tries to remove a spider from the bathroom. Thomas is cowering behind a broom being too freaked out to get anywhere near it while Tristan cowers behind him recording.

Riley giggles at the content of the video as a jumpy Thomas was very amusing. Thomas arrives at the table and lets out a groan muttering something about the video and Riley bites down on her bottom lip trying to keep in her giggle whilst Lucas and Tristan laugh even harder now that Thomas is there.

Shortly after, whilst Thomas is still in a huffy state, Mabel sheepishly approaches the table. Tristan immediately re-loads the video and begs Mabel to watch it. The shy girl is obviously overwhelmed as Lucas and Tristan laugh and urge her to watch the video whilst Thomas - her long-term crush - pleas with Mabel not to bother with his embarrassing moment. Ultimately, Riley saves her new friend by telling the boys to shut it and let her the girl each her lunch in peace. Mabel sends Riley a grateful smile and sits down with as much distance between her and Thomas as she could manage on their shared bench seat.

Once settled, Thomas still mutters his frustration that his brother is showing everyone the video. Lucas takes a deep breath as he tries to control his laughter.

“You would have been there to witness it in person had you have remembered to come over!” Tristan turns to his cousin, “I thought you were coming to play games?”

“Sorry man I forgot.” Lucas shrugs.

Suddenly Riley feels like she has done a bad thing. She went on some secret rendezvous with Lucas like the twins mentioned the day before and she panics internally. Lucas notices Riley’s brain ticking overtime and offers up a simple “I was working with Riley on our short stories.” Thus putting Riley’s mind at ease.

Thomas holds a hand to his chest in mock offence, “So you couldn’t be my partner because you partnered up with Lucas?”

“And you told us you weren’t doing anything sneaky in the rain..” Tristan playfully nudges Riley’s arm.

“I wasn’t doing anything sneaky.” Riley says with a slight nervous chuckle over the last word as it sounded funny to her. “Besides, you’re partnered with Mabel now so I think you got the better end of the deal.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lucas is now the one to raise his hand to his chest in mock offence.

“It means I totally would have rather be Mabel’s partner.” Riley taunts playfully.

“Sorry Riley, she’s all mine.“ Thomas smirks and and per her usual demeanour Mabel is silently freaking out.

"So Riley,” Tristan speaks up. “Made any progress in securing a ticket home?”

“Operation home time has commenced.” Riley says with a firm nod. “Tonight my mom will be receiving an apologetic phone call and then I’m going to build from there..”

The chatter bounces back and forth after that. It’s mainly the boys going on about stuff that had Mabel and Riley exchanging funny looks between each other and of course there was the occasional burst of questions directed at Riley which she either answers or dodges depending on the nature. All the while Mabel sits quietly and bops her head along as she shyly listens to the conversations being had around her.

After the bell for lunch ends Riley tugs at the back of Lucas’ shirt and they walk together.

"Speaking of working on our English short stories-”

“We weren’t talking about English.” Lucas cuts her off with a smirk.

“At the beginning of lunch.” Riley shakes her head. "Can we work on them after school?”

"Can’t. I have baseball practice.” Lucas explains. “But don’t worry, they’re not due in till Monday. We have plenty of time.”

Riley let’s out a sigh but ultimately agrees to pick things up later.

Thursday

Again Lucas was too busy to work on the assignment after school and since no time in English was actually allotted to working on the short stories Riley made no further headway with hers. Although the brunette couldn’t fault Lucas for having a life that existed before she arrived in Hillford, it still frustrates her the more he dismisses Riley’s advances to work on the stories.

That afternoon Riley and Mabel take the bus home together and they decide to get off in the heart of town for some ice cream. The two girls sit in the tiny store and spilt a sundae. Mabel asks how her assignment is going to which Riley groans and can’t be emotionally bothered answering. Instead Riley wants to know how things were going with Thomas.

Now that they all sat together at lunch and Mabel shied up around the boys and Riley didn’t have many opportunities to quiz her about things. That and anywhere public Mabel seemed to avoid talking about him incase the locals were listening but now in the comfort of a secluded back booth at the ice cream parlour Riley finally presses for information about the partnership she orchestrated.

“I’ve already finished my short story.” Mabel says as she spoons a mouthful of cream into her mouth.

“Really?” Riley questions.

“After you partnered us up on Tuesday, Thomas spoke to me after History and asked what I wanted to write about, or if I had any ideas for him,” Mabel explains.

“And?” Riley is intrigued.

“He suggested I write a story about evil twins.” Mabel scrunches up her face and Riley chuckles at the notion.

After noticing Mabel’s unwavering expression, Riley stops laughing. “Wait, you didn’t-”

“I did.” Mabel nods clearly ashamed. “I was so nervous that I just nodded my approval of his idea.”

Riley covers her mouth and holds in the giggle best she could. “And what’s he writing about for you?”

“He laughed at me and said he’d just make something up, since they’re fiction anyway.” Mabel deflates.

“Maybe it was like a ‘ha ha, you’re really cute’ kinda laugh...” Riley smiles encouragingly.

“Or a ‘ha ha, I’m smiling through the pain of being near you’ kinda laugh.” Mabel frowns.

“Highly unlikely.” Riley shakes her head.

“I’m like this now, what if you go back to New York and I don’t have you to buffer things at the table?” Mabel panics. “Who am I kidding, the only reason they sit with me is because you do.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Riley frowns at her negativity. “I had one lunch with you and it was enough to decide that I want to spend as many as I can with you. Maybe you’ve had the same effect on them.”

“So I can sit at the table and they talk around me?” Mabel asks.

“We can work on the talking thing, you’re just nervous. I used to be nervous around new people too.” Riley half smiles.

“Really?” Mabel asks in a state of disbelief, “You’re so, easy going and effortless.”

Riley chuckles at that response, “Oh had you of met me two years ago.”

“So, are you any closer to actually getting home?” The topic of her new friend leaving already upset Mabel.

“I’ve spoken to my parents on the phone last night and quickly this morning,” Riley continues, “I’m not sure exactly what I’m supposed to say but I do miss them. Even though I’m mad at them for sending me away.”

“Understandable.” Mabel nods. “It’s such a drastic change and all at once.”

“Yeah.” Riley sighs heavily. “I really miss my brother, Auggie.”

“How old?” Mabel asks.

“Nine.” Riley answers. “He’s too cool to miss his big sister so I haven't gotten a chance to speak to him. Do you have any siblings?”

“No, it’s just me and my mom.” Mabel wears a sheepish smile. Riley decides not to press as family matters are sensitive topics. So she just gives an understanding nod.

“I don’t want to be discouraging but do you think your plan will work?” Mabel asks. “I mean, to send you two thousand miles away and enrol you in a new school... That’s a big deal for only a couple weeks. Don’t you think your parents would have an intended timeframe in mind?”

Riley frowns because everything her friend said makes sense. Topanga is crazy organised, of course she probably has every minute of this planned out down to how and when Riley ‘fixes herself’ and Riley knew her father would trust any plan Topanga set in motion. The real question was just how long did Topanga think it was going to take?

Friday

At lunch the five sit together like they had since Tuesday. Riley’s previous thought on Wednesday was confirmed as it seems like this is her new norm.

“So, any update on operation home time?” Tristan asks between mouthfuls of his salad.

“It sounds like you want to get rid of me?” Riley jokes.

“Not at all. This school was getting boring. It needed a new student to mix things up.” Tristan states. “I however, am invested in my new friends desire to go home.”

“That and we have nothing else going on.” Thomas chuckles. “Might as well interfere with your life.”

Lucas playfully smacks his cousins arm for having no tact when it comes to personable skills, especially with women.

“What is it exactly your parents want from you?” Tristan asks.

“I don’t know.” Riley shrugs.

“I mean, you seem fine to me.” Tristan reaffirms an early judgement he made about Riley the first time they sat together at lunch.

Riley had a couple ideas like how they want Riley to go back to her chump self. Fade into the background once more. All Riley manages is another slight shrug.

“Mabel made a good point last night, that it probably doesn’t matter what I do because my mom and dad would have a set time in mind already.” Riley relays Mabel’s thought.

“How long do you think that would be?” Lucas asks.

“I don’t know...” Riley frowns. “I’d say no later than the end of the year...”

“That’s a long time to be away from home.” Tristan says quietly. “Surely your mom and dad would miss you too much.” Tristan tries to be upbeat about it and make it a positive like she’d come home sooner.

“I don’t know. They disliked me enough to send me away, so who knows when they’ll want me back.” Riley was unintentionally solemn at this point. More lost in her thoughts but after realising everyone’s mood dropped she sucks back a breath and wears a goofy smile as she offered up some lame excuse about this really just being a vacation from them. “So Lucas, are you free to help me with my short story after school?” Riley asks changing the subject.

“We have a baseball game.” Lucas says. “After maybe?”

“The team is going to Chubbie’s afterwards!” Tristan says.

“Since when do we hang out with the rest of the team?” Lucas pricks up a brow.

“Since that sophomore Leon joined the team.” Thomas gives his brother a knowing look and shares it with his cousin.

“You like Leon?” Lucas whispers to Tristan.

“Gross, no.” Tristan is cutely defensive.

“You could always come to the game and /or meet up with us at Chubbie’s after?” Lucas offers casually.

“What is Chubbie’s?” Riley crinkles her brows.

“Pretty much the only cool place in this town.” Thomas answers. “Good food and live music on the weekends.”

“What do you think?” Riley turns her gaze to Mabel, “Keep me company?”

“I can’t, sorry.” Mabel says softly. “I have gymnastics till pretty late.”

“You do gymnastics?” Riley asks surprised. “Why aren’t you filling that gaping whole on the cheer team?” She laughs.

“Because Mabel has common sense?” Tristan chuckles.

Riley wanted to press on why they were so anti cheerleaders but she files the thought away for later so she could privately ask Mabel to see if she had any insights.

“Also because my social anxiety flares up in you know, social situations.” Mabel chuckles nervously which earns her a few soft laughs from the group. Thomas smiles down at his lunch tray and Riley knew that was a ‘you’re cute’ kind of smile so she was excited to see where this was all going.

“So?” Lucas asks.

“Oh right,” Riley zaps back into reality. “I’ll pass, if Mabel isn’t coming.”

“Suit yourself.” Lucas brushes off the rejection.

“What about the assignment?” Riley asks and the bell signalling the end of lunch interrupts them.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve got time.” With that Lucas gets up and exits leaving Riley to exaggerate her sigh on her own.

Saturday

Early Saturday morning Riley wakes to the sound of birds chirping. It’s now that it occurs to Riley that she doesn’t need Lucas for the assignment at all. She is more than capable to ask Cassidy for some assistance.

Riley quickly throws on an outfit and leaves the house before Jed even woke up. After noticing the lack of vehicles in the Friar’s driveway Riley quickly deducts that they're out. James probably at work and Cassidy at the market so that’s where Riley sets off for.

After the twenty minute walk, Riley arrives at the market place. It’s still only early but the place is is booming with people. Riley weaves through the locals as she makes her way to the back where she first met Cassidy.

Surely enough the blonde woman is standing behind the counter with a warm smile as she chats to some customers. Cassidy beams when she spots Riley approaching her stall.

Riley notices Annabeth towards towards the back of the counter, her legs curled up on the seat and an iPad in her lap as she stares intently at its screen. Suddenly one of her fathers longwinded rants about how back in his day they’d spend hours outside playing basketball or having water pistol fights came to her mind.

“Good morning.” Cassidy greets her happily.

“Morning, Mrs. Friar, Beth.” Riley smiles

Cassidy playfully shuns Riley for being so formal before turning back to look at her daughter. “Annabeth, you remember Riley, don’t you?”

The small blonde girl lifts her gaze to give Riley a smile and nod.

“Did you come back for some more mangoes?” Cassidy asks with a toothy grin.

“Strictly business.” Riley breaks her straight face with a crooked smile.

“So serious,” Cassidy chuckles softly. “Anything I can help you with?”

“I came here to ask you about my English short story.” Riley begins.

“Did you need Abbey’s- Mrs. Dunn’s-” Cassidy corrects herself with a giggle. “- phone number?”

“Oh no,” Riley shakes her head. “Not a question about the assignment. More the subject. I’m partnered with Lucas.”

“You’re partnered with Lucas?” Cassidy’s excitement peaks, “Did he forget you had plans? He stayed with the twins last night, he’s probably still there.. I could give him a phone call-”

“Not necessary,” Riley chuckles at her over excitement. “I came here to ask if I could write about you for my story.”

“As flattered as I am I’m not sure there’s much to write about other than my teen pregnancy and I’m not sure James - being the sherif - would like our teen parents story depicted for the class to read.” Cassidy wears a soft smile.

“You had Lucas young?” Riley asks.

“We were twenty when we had Lucas but James and I were sixteen when I fell pregnant with our eldest son, Jacob.” Cassidy explains.

Riley quickly does the math in her head, not that it was super challenging to work out Jacob is now twenty-one. “Is Jacob away at college?” Riley asks having not seen him around.

“Yes, in New York actually.” Cassidy remembers that’s where Riley’s from. “NYU.”

“Oh my uncle goes there.” Riley says with a smile. “He’s about a year younger and it’s a big school but I’ll ask if he knows a Jacob Friar.”

“So Lucas has been little help with the assignment so far?” Cassidy rests a hand on her hip.

“He’s certainly busy.” Riley giggles softly. “But I thought I’d be independent and find a muse myself.”

“Do you know who Lucas is writing about yet?” Cassidy asks.

“I’ve strongly suggested he write about Jed,” Riley says amused. “I think that’s why he’s avoiding helping me.”

Cassidy shares a quiet laugh with Riley.

“Who do you think I should write about, Beth?” Riley asks once she notices Annabeth’s interest had been peaked and she was watching them talk.

“Pappy!” Beth says without hesitation.

“Your Pappy Joe?” Riley coaxes her head with a smile.

“That’s actually perfect.” Cassidy nods.

“You think?” Riley smiles.

“I mean, you’d have to ask if he’d mind of course but I think you’ll find what you’re looking for with him.” Cassidy affirms.

Cassidy just finishes checking with Riley if she knew how to get to Pappy’s farm when Lucas wanders over to the booth.

Lucas gives his mother and sister a nice greeting and a slight nod pointed at Riley.

“Riley was just about to go over to Pappy Joe’s to talk to him about her short story.” Cassidy catches her son up.

“What?” Lucas turns to Riley with a mix of emotions on his face.

“Why don’t you take Riley over there now?” Cassidy suggests.

“I came here to help you..” Lucas gives his mother a funny look.

“You’re already two hours late so you might as well help Riley instead.” Cassidy wears a smirk.

“I can go on my own,” Riley speaks up. “Lucas can stay and help you out.”

“I’m fine here with Beth, you go work on your assignment.” Cassidy insists.

Since Cassidy wasn’t going to back down the two exit the market place and stroll towards Pappy Joe’s farm. That was until Lucas made a turn that would take them in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?” Riley asks.

“The inn, this is the long way if you’re coming from home but it’s not actually that far from this point.” Lucas explains.

Riley shakes her head and continues in the other direction. This time it’s Lucas who asks, “Where are you going?”

“To your Pappy’s house.” Riley states. “I want to finish my short story.”

“I’m not so sure it’s a good idea...” Lucas chases after her.

“Why?” Riley asks.

“Just, my Pappy Joe isn’t really a sharer..” Lucas struggles to find the right words.

“Well I can only ask him.” Riley says.

“You can write about someone else, I’ll help you.” Lucas says with an encouraging smile.

“Annabeth seems to think I should write about Pappy Joe and your mom agrees.”

“You’re going to listen to my kid sister?” Lucas questions.

“Well she was happy to help me immediately whereas you’ve been putting it off all week. So yes, I am going to listen to your kid sister.” Riley huffs.

“I’m just trying to save you the trouble...” Lucas mumbles at her response.

“Why would it be trouble?” Riley asks.

“Well, he doesn’t really like to talk about his past.” Lucas says. “Not since my grandma died.”

“I promise I’ll be delicate and if he doesn’t want to share anything with me I’ll write something else.” Riley looks to Lucas for a moment to see if this was okay. He nods gently.

“Okay.” Riley nods too.

“So are you going to give me any hints or tips at the very least for my story about Jed?” Lucas asks.

“No.” Riley shakes her head with a laugh.

“Please?” Lucas pouts.

Riley lets out a heavy sigh because she knew he’d just keep persisting. No matter how hard she tries to dodge his questions. “Remember how at the inn, you told me something you’ve never told anyone before?” Riley asks but doesnt wait for a response. “Just keep that in mind okay?”

“What, are you blackmailing me to keep your secrets?” Lucas laughs.

“No, I’m trusting you, like you did me.” Riley says softly.

Lucas’ laughter tapers off and he settles with a slight nod. “Okay. You can trust me.”

“As funny as I find it watching you squirm under fear of coming face to face with Jed…” Riley laughs but quietens quickly. “But the truth is I’m sort of embarrassed that I don’t have answers for you. Family has always been such a big part of my life growing up and I guess it’s weird to me that I don’t know much about him or my mom’s side at all really..”

“Well it sounds like both of us have a story to uncover.” Lucas nudges Riley’s arm, not in a playful way but more a quiet understanding of what she’s going through. Strangely enough Riley found it comforting.

Once the two arrive at Pappy Joe’s farm Lucas leads Riley up to the front porch and he lets them both in with the spare key.

“Pappy?” Lucas calls out. “Hello?”

No answer. “He’s probably out back.” Lucas turns to Riley and jogs towards the back door. Riley remains in the living space and listens as Lucas calls out to his grandfather. Once Lucas returns he says his Pappy will be inside in a minute.

Riley lets her eyes take in her surroundings before settling her gaze on the cluster of photos sat above the fireplace. Riley bends over slightly to get a closer look.

“Is this Jacob?” Riley asks as she points to one of the picture frames.

“Did I tell you about Jacob?” Lucas crinkles his brows in confusion.

“No, your mom did.” Riley says still looking at the picture of the boys.

“Of course she did.” Lucas rolls his eyes but Riley didn’t see, she was too busy looking at the photo. It looks recent, judging by Lucas looking the exact same. He and Jacob are smiling, Jacob’s taller with darker hair and it’s hard to tell but Riley thinks his eyes are more blue than green. Jacob looked a lot like Mr. Friar whereas Lucas along with Beth shared more similarities to their mom with hair and eye colour.

Riley remains bent down slightly but turns her head to Lucas and with a smirk she says, “He’s cute.” It’s just a playful comment meant jokingly even though Riley thought it to be true. Lucas rolls his eyes again and this time Riley’s attention is there to witness.

“And is this Pappy Joe and your grandmother?” Riley points to another photo that’s much older looking as the young couple pose in the faded picture.

“Yeah, that’s my grandma Mae.” Lucas smiles at the picture.

“I sense they’re my story.” Riley straightens up. “The one Beth and your mom think I should write about.”

"I don’t know. Probably.” Lucas shrugs.

“They look so young, “Riley takes another glance at the photo, “Were they high school sweethearts, or?”

“No, my Pappy Joe used to be a stable hand- At the inn actually when he was eighteen, long before the fire,” Lucas explains. “My Grandma Mae was seventeen and here with some dance school...” Lucas seemed fuzzy on the details.

“Dance school?” Riley is already hooked.

“Yeah, she was ballerina in some fancy French school.” Lucas explains. “They were here for some reason. I don’t really know why but I know she met my Pappy and never went home to France.”

Riley’s eyes light up and a smile creeps onto her face. “A ballerina?”

Lucas nods and Riley’s smile only increases. “I always wished I was a ballerina.”

“That explains the twirling.” The statement slips out of Lucas much like the snob comment when they first met. Unexpectedly.

Riley turns to him with confusion for a moment but quickly her mind pieces things together. “I knew I saw someone watching me.”

“Don’t make it sound creepy!” Lucas chuckles nervously. “I saw a girl spinning in the grass- which proves to be weird for a whole other reason- You surprised me.”

Riley crosses her arms close to her chest without a word.

“So why aren't you a ballerina?” Lucas coaxes his head.

“Because I have the coordination of a pineapple.” Riley says with a straight face.

“A pineapple?” Lucas raises a brow.

Riley exhales gently as she lifts her arms out to the side and raises her left leg and presses her foot against her right knee where she goes on to fumble through a pirouette. Riley wishes the awkward tumble was for dramatic effect but sadly Riley can only mumble one word word as she staggers to stand straight again. “Pineapple.” Riley grows sheepish as Lucas gazes at her with amusement.

“My ballerina dreams died a long time ago.” Riley sighs.

“So the twirling outside was completely unrelated?” Lucas questions.

“Yes.”

“Then why?”

“Why does there have to be an explanation?” Riley eyes Lucas.

“Because I believe there is one.” Lucas holds her gaze.

Riley is quiet for a moment and doesn’t break his stare. She wonders if she should say anything at all but before she could ponder it further Riley offers up a simple truth. “I’ve never had a yard before.”

Lucas’ mouth falls slightly agape. He doesn’t know what he was expecting but something about her response was sad to him. Lucas had never thought about the city vs. the country before and wondered how he could take something like a yard for granted.

Riley shifts awkwardly on her feet and Lucas notices her mood change so he tries to lighten things up again. “I guess that explains you blindly entering overgrown grass. Do you know that’s like dangerous?”

Riley rolls her eyes at his smug act again and tries to change the subject from her to him. “So you’re French?” Riley asks.

“Partly.” Lucas says.

“Do you speak any French?” Riley continues.

“Fluently.” Lucas nods.

Riley’s eyes grow wider but her suspicious tendencies kick in. “Really?”

“Peut-être qu'un jour vous et moi nous irons à Paris ensemble?” Lucas says without hesitation. yall know what this is supposed to say, so Im sorry if google translated it incorrectly

Riley’s wide eye stare remains as she doesn’t understand a word he just said. “How do I know you didn’t just make up French sounding words?”

“I guess you’ll have to trust me.” Lucas laughs.

As the two are still sharing soft chuckles, Pappy Joe enters the room and clears his throat.

“Pappy Joe, this is-” “Riley.” The older man smiles. “I met her at the market last weekend. Nice to see you again.”

“You too.” Riley politely responds. “I don’t know if you’re familiar with the English project Lucas and I have at the moment but we’re supposed to write a short story around people or events in our partners life.”

“You got lumped with Lucas?” Pappy Joe snickers and Lucas lets out a whiney, ‘hey!’

“I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions as inspiration for my story?” Riley asks.

“You don’t have to, Sir.” Lucas adds quickly.

“I’d be happy to help.” Pappy Joe says so positively it takes Lucas by surprise. “Lucas, I did have some errands to run today... Would you do them for me?”

Lucas doesn’t seem too impressed by this but when Pappy Joe offers up his truck Lucas was fully onboard.

It’s over three hours later that Lucas returns. He’s surprised to find Riley’s still there, the New Yorker and his usually gruff grandfather laughing together on the sofa. In the time that Lucas was away Riley had lightly pressed about Mae explaining that Lucas shared a few details and Riley already saw the beauty in the story. Pappy Joe agreed to talk about it and talk he did. The old man spoke with such love about is late wife.

Riley believes she has literally the easiest job in the world with this short story. Riley stays for lunch and the two keep chatting away. The stable boy and the ballerina was perfect. Two young lovers that meet and marry within the year and stay happily married until she passes away.

Lucas’ confused expression goes unnoticed and he has to clear his throat to announce his presence in the room.

“You took a while with those errands, my boy.” Pappy gives him a knowing look. “Did you and the twins go on a bit of a ‘scenic drive’ again?”

“No...” Lucas chuckles nervously. “Uh, Riley, did you get what you need for your story?”

“We finished over an hour ago.” Riley’s smile doesnt waver. “Just been chatting in the meantime.”

“Right, okay.” Lucas remains confused at everything that was happening right now. “Do you need me to walk you home?”

“I’m good, actually.” Riley smiles. “I have to call Maya anyway so I wouldn’t be much of a conversationalist.”

Riley leaves and phones her best friend on the walk home and updates her on things briefly but mostly listens to Maya’s troubles at school without her. Riley hangs up as she approaches Jed’s front porch. Upon entering the house Riley had plans to head straight up to her room and write the short story but the moment she enters through the front door, Riley catches whiff of a familiar scent which instantly makes her mouth water.

“Mmm,” Riley says with a hand to her belly. “It smells just like mom’s spaghetti.”

“That would be, my spaghetti.” Jed chuckles over the stove as he stirs the sauce. “I thought I’d cook you a proper dinner tonight.”

Riley moves closer to the kitchen exhaling with each step. “I was on the phone to your mom earlier and she mentioned it was your favourite.” Jed says. “Except you have it with beef not tofu.”

“Tofu?” Riley scrunches up her nose in confusion.

“That’s how we used to make it when your mom was little.” Jed explains. “We were all vegans back then.”

“Mom was a vegan?” Riley is surprised.

Jed nods softly. “Things have changed quite a bit over the years. A lot of that change happened while Topanga was a teenager.”

Riley fiddles nervously with her fingers for a moment and sheepishly asks. “Can you tell me about mom and you and your side of the family?”

Jed turns the stove down to a lower heat and takes a seat with Riley at the table. He begins to share with Riley pieces of his past with a main focus on Topanga’s upbringing.

Riley is surprised to learn of her mothers ‘flower child’ upbringing. She always thought Topanga’s use of her fathers name came from an estranged relationship but Jedediah explains that as well as calling her dad, they never pushed labels on them so Topanga would often refer to him as Jed too. They came from a very free spirited home.

Jed answers all Riley’s questions over dinner and the conversation spills deeper into the night as the two settle around the living room. Hearing Jedediah describe a young Topanga was like hearing about a completely different mom, a mom she wouldn’t recognise. Jed promises to find some old photos for Riley while she’s there.

Jed talks about how eventually their carefree lifestyle became more stressful as it didn’t pay the bills and both he and his now ex-wife Rhiannon fell deeper into the corporate world as they tried to support their daughter and eventually the entire family stepped away from their original roots and beliefs.

Jedediah goes on to explain how he and Rhiannon moved to Pittsburgh for work when Topanga was sixteen and he details the moment they realised she ran away which broke Riley’s heart because as hardened and tough as this man was there was such a sadness behind his eyes that Riley was only just now noticing.

Riley thinks about her mom at the age she is now choosing to run away from her family to be with her dad. The amount of love they must have shared to do something so drastic. Riley thinks about Maya and how she was going to run away for her, then she thinks about her boyfriend and wonders if she’d do the same for him.

Jedediah treads lightly on his divorce with Rhiannon, it obviously triggers something emotionally in him so Riley doesn’t press further. He even shares how it spooked Topanga with her own upcoming marriage and he continues to talk so highly of his daughter and her love with Cory. It really made Riley look at everything differently. Riley knew she could only try to understand the strain between her mom and grandfather but Riley felt she had a strong grasp of the situation. Riley feels that Topanga broke both her parents hearts the moment she chose Cory over them and at the same time Riley felt as though Topanga’s parents broke her heart the moment they got divorced. Extenuating circumstances lead to both incidents but Riley was right on some level.

Riley contributes to the conversations with the bundle of questions she had but Jed also asks his own. Riley tells him about Auggie and little stories revolving around them growing up.

As interested as Riley was with everything her grandfather was sharing the brunette couldn’t stop her heavy eyelids from glazing over. Eventually the sleepiness won over in the end and Riley falls into a peaceful sleep on the sofa. Jed smiles at her and covers his granddaughter with a blanket before retreating to bed himself.

Sunday

Riley is woken by the sound of someone knocking at the front door. The brunette jolts up on the sofa and realises she must have dosed off during her late night chat with Jed. Riley’s fingers brush along the blanket he covered her with and she wears a small smile but then another eager knock sounds on the door and Riley lets out a sleepy groan, “I’m coming!”

The brunette rises from the sofa only to trip on her black boots she’d kicked off part of the way through her chat with Jed. Riley’s loud reactions to tripping proved to be amusing even with a closed door between them, as the person responsible for the knock could be heard chuckling. Riley grumpily scolds the closed door as she stands up and approaches, already knowing who’s on the other side.

“Lucas.” Riley says unimpressed as she swings the door open.

“Morning.” Lucas says overly chipper. “Did you just wake... Is that what you wore yesterday?” Lucas fights another burst of laughter.

“I fell asleep on the sofa.” Riley pouts.

“It’s a good look, I especially like the hair.” Lucas jokes.

Riley runs her hand through her chocolate tresses and catches her fingers in a knot. “Is there something I can do for you Lucas or did you come here specifically to make fun of me?”

Lucas frowns thinking he’s offended her which wasn’t the case, Riley was just extra sassy in the morning. “I came here to work on my English short story.”

Suddenly Riley’s conversation with Jed flows into her consciousness. “Lucas, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea you write about Jed. Maybe after I shower I’ll stop by your house and tell you about my mom and dad or something.”

“Why the sudden change of tune?” Lucas pricks up a brow. “You’ve been pushing Jed on me all week.”

“I just, spoke to him last night and I’m not sure it’s a good idea anymore, okay?” Riley shakes her head.

“What’s not a good idea?” Jed asks from behind them which sees both Riley and Lucas jump.

“I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions for my English assignment,” Lucas says and quickly adds, “Sir.”

Jed nods and invites Lucas in to which you could see the slight wave of panic wash over Lucas’ face and he holds his breath as he steps inside. Riley hovers by as Jed offers Lucas something to drink. Her close watching made things even more uncomfortable and Jed strongly suggests she go upstairs and change or work on her own story. Begrudgingly, Riley does just that and after a revitalising shower Riley settles in sweats and types away at her laptop as she lays on her stomach on the bed. Riley types the very last period on her story and lets out a satisfactory exhale. After reading it over and editing a few things Riley is finished with the assignment. It’s now that Riley realises she’d been typing away for two hours without interruption.

Riley makes her way downstairs and is surprised to see Lucas still siting with Jed at the dining table.

“Oh hey, Riley.” Lucas says as if he almost forgot she was even present in the house.

“Hi..” Riley gives them both quizzical looks.

“Do you need something?” Jed asks.

“Uh, do you have a printer?” Riley hangs by the bottom of the stairs. “I’m finished with my story.”

“No, I like to save paper.” Jed says with half a smile.

“You can just email it to my aunt Abbey, she’ll print it out herself,” Lucas says positively.

“Okay, thanks.” Riley nods.

“So, I better get going and write my own story.” Lucas stands from the table. “Thank you for your help, Jed.”

Lucas bids them farewell and Riley’s left confused with Jed.

“What just happened here?” Riley lets out a nervous laugh.

“He’s a nice boy, polite and well mannered.” Jed smiles. “He reminds me of his grandfather.”

“As is Pappy Joe?” Riley raises a brow.

Jed affirms with a nod.

“You know him?” Riley questions.

“For quite some time now.”

“But I thought you stuck to yourself here..” Riley treads lightly. “A homebody..”

“This is true but that doesn’t mean people don’t come to see me.” Jed smiles.

Riley had so many questions. First Cassidy, now Pappy Joe but before she could press for more information her phone rings. It’s Auggie. Yes her nine year old brother has a phone. Riley wears a small smile and excuses herself to answer.

End Notes: This was not supposed to be so long yet here we are 7,000+ words later.... Sorry it took so long to update. Like wow. I’d really appreciate reviews. Next chapter is something you’ve all been waiting for so kdjghdfkjgh :)

#rucas #rucas au #rucas fic #rucas fanfic #rucas imagine

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REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY REQUESTED:

manaloid Hey I really really love your imagines 💗 can I request one?? When you look at the video from the maze runner cast playing catching (I don’t remember what it calls in English) you can see so much places, perfect for a secret meeting between y/n and Thomas 💗. I would love to request a smut imagine where y/n visits Thomas at work (they didn’t see each other for months and she just wanted to see him) and they meet while he’s working in an unseen room for a little “break”?? And everyone is searching for him and he’s just like “I don’t care” ?

Y/N POV:

I stood in this interview place getting some coffee

“Y/n? what are you doing here?” I heard a familiar voice say behind me making me giggle turning to see him

“surprise thomas” I giggle

“Oh darling why didn’t you tell me you where coming” He laughs hugging me tightly and giving me millions of kisses

“it would have ruin the surprise” I giggle hugging him tightly

“Oh I haven’t seen you in forever” He smiles still giving me millions of kisses

“It’s only been four months thomas” I giggle

“so thats almost half a year, thats a long time to be apart from the woman you love” He tells me cuddling me tighter

“Haven’t you got work to be doing?” I ask him looking up at him in our little cuddle

“It can wait” he whispers kissing my had and tightening our cuddle I couldn’t help but relax into his arms I had missed him being gone for so long snuggling closely into his chest feeling his familiar chest inhaling his familiar sent

“Thomas we-” Dylan said as he arrived beside us

“shhh” thomas told him pulling me closer to him

“we have work to do you can snuggle your girlfriend later” Dylan laughs

“thomas, I haven’t seen you in four months you can wait another ten minuets to cuddle me” I tell him

“Fine, but ten minuets exactly Im coming back and cuddling you again” he tells me giving me a million kisses before going off with Dylan to go do whatever they needed too so I get my coffee and sit down having a read on my phone I did for giggles set a little alarm for exactly ten minuets and I sat going though my phone doing little bits as I had my coffee as my phone went off ten minuets exactly I turned it off and had another coffee sip and just as I put it down arms wrapped around me tightly

“Hello thomas” I giggle

“Ummm Hello darling” He smiles hugging me tighter

“did you finish all your work?” I ask him patting his head and messing with his hair

“No, we are playing a cops and robbers game I ran off to come cuddle you” He smiles “I promised I would be back in ten minuets” he smiles

“Where you a robber or a cop?” I ask

“Robber” He smiles

“Go on go back to work” I giggle

“No, I wanna snuggle with my baby girl” he smiles giving my neck a billion tiny kisses

“Thomas Go!” I tell him

“Urgh…fine, but your coming with me” He smirks standing up and grabbing my hand and pulling me close into his chest so I happily ran off with him as we ran into a little room with lots of little bits in and shutting the door behind us so I giggled sitting on the little stool in here and slipping off my jacket and thomas leans on the door smirking at me “Come here baby girl” he smirks wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my lips I felt so happily to have him here with me again after him being gone so long our kiss getting deeper by the second his hand slipping down from my waist to my arse taking a firm grip with one hard but I push him away

“Thomas stop it” I giggle “I thought you where doing a game with the guys?” I ask

“Well I am, but as a robber I’m met to be hiding, so I can hide out here with you” He smirks

“But arnt the guys looking for you?” I giggle

“So what they wont find us” he smirked kissing down my neck “Come on baby girl I’ve missed you so much,” he smirks

“Have you” I giggle

“I have I’ve missed you so much” He groans “He’s missed you too baby girl” he smirks rubbing his hard cock against my leg

“Has he? I wasn’t gone that long was I?” I giggle

“You where, four months is a long time without your magic hands baby girl, without your beautiful mouth, and without your addictive pussy” he groans between kisses

“aww where you so desperate thomas, why didn’t you just get yourself off thinking about being home with me, thats what I did” I smirk

“did you, where you dreaming off me baby” he smirks

“I was” I giggle “didn’t you?” I giggle

“I tried, but I cant cum when your not really there with me” he smirks “I even tried fucking a pillow I was so needy for you baby girl” he smirks “But now your here, bend over” he smirks so I smirk moving to stand by the bar prop leaning over thomas grabs my waist pulling my panties down from under my skirt it wasn’t long maybe a couple seconds before he bent me down a little more and his cock slipped inside me the second he was a inch inside he grabbed my waist and hips “Ohhh UHHhhhh Baby girl! I’ve missed this so much” He moaned and within seconds he was thrusting into me with a wild pase my mind over loading with pleasure feeling thomas’ cock inside me after so long

“Thomas stop the boys are looking for you” i tell him

“I dont give a shit, I need to cum inside you I cant wait any longer” he moans speeding up again moaning and screaming every time he moved “Please Baby girl, Please clench your pussy please, I need to cum” he moaned so I clenched as tight as I could and he screamed in Pleasure cumming inside me within seconds he quickly pulled out of me so I turned back slipping my panties back on and giving him a sweet kiss “i love you” He tols me

“i love you too” I giggle doing his pants back up for him and giving him another little kiss

“Ha! we found you!” I heard dylan yell from the door

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GLADER’S HOUSE P1

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER 1990′s AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER + WINSTON X FRYPAN + THOMAS X MINHO X TERESA + ALBY X GALLY RATING: VERY SMUTTY

Y/N POV:

I sat happily racing through the old broken up streets the summer sun shining through the leaves of the tree’s high above my head the little summer breeze going through my hair with the familiar smell of fresh cut grass and ice cream not ice sea side ice cream the little cheap ice cream van around a London Parkway nice, I held onto a familiar torso the perfect mix of strong but still lanky body I had learnt to love over so long hugging onto him tightly keeping my fingers in the tight threads of his hoddie my head snuggled into his neck my nose filling with the familiar scent of dirt, cheap beer and Lynx his soft hair lightly touching my face in places looking up to the blue sky and the sun occasionally getting breaks through the thick leaves above us I looked back behind us to see the held together car, where Alby sat in the driving seat concentrating on driving with Gally, sat in the passenger seat his orange jacket over the chair he sat on he was yelling for no real reason I imagine messing with the stereo of the car until suddenly a nice happy music came blaring from the car out of the open windows making me laugh I saw Winston and Fry sat in the back nibbling away at snacks in the back of the car, at that moment I saw Another bike come around the car Where I saw Minho sat shirtless In only a pair of little shorts as he drove with teresa sat behind him in her little dress glitter all over her face giggling away and yelling happily around Just to the other side of the car was another bike where Thomas sat in his normal shirt and jeans Teresa Yelled to me putting the rock and roll sign up on her fingers so I did it back before turning back to face the way we where going and nuzzling my head closer into his neck and pressing a tiny kiss there

“Honey, I’m driving” Newt laughed “Come On we won't be long now” He tells me speeding up as did everyone else as we rushed down the little streets...

When we at last stopped In front of a huge house with a very old castle look to it

“This is the place?” Minho asked

“Looks way to fancy for us” Winston added

“Relax, My uncle was minted that's all” Thomas smirks getting the key from his backpack

“You sure he’s fine with us living here?” I ask

“He’s fine he moved to Cali he’s fine with it” He explains going and unlocking the door it creaking open making a million year’s worth of dust flutter up and out the door

“This is gonna be fun” newt sighs as we all get our stuff out the back of Alby’s car and head inside the whole place looked like something out of some old painting but it did have a tone of big rooms almost every room was a master bedroom I Picked out and soon enough newt found me with all his stuff

“What are you doing here?” I ask him

“I thought as now we have our own place, no nosey little sisters and such to bother us I might Share a room with you” He smirked wrapping his arms around my waist

“But I have one bed” I giggle

“I know, Just big enough to fuck you on” he smirks

“Newt you once fucked me on a bathroom sink and a children's plastic kitchen, I wasn’t aware space was an issue here” I laugh as I saw him jump on the bed taking off his shirt and Jean's so he laid there In his boxers he laid on his back his face closest to me so he was looking at me upside down and indicating with his finger that he wanted me to come over

“Come here honey” he smirked

“I’m busy newt, I have to find places for all my stuff” I tell him

“Oh come on baby” he moaned getting up and grinding against my arse

“No Newt” I giggle pushing him back onto my bed

“Oh baby! come on then ride me baby” he moaned

“No newt!” I laugh

“fine, I have to go get dinner with tommy, I’ll fuck you when I get back” he smirked giving me a little kiss before going off so I finished up and wondered around finding all the things and who was where, I saw Alby and Gally in rooms next to each other packings there few things away with a door between their room’s I then noticed Fry and winston already happily snuggling up on a double bed I went down and noticed Minho and teresa going at it on the living room sofa “Guy’s We all have to sit there and I am not cleaning no sex sweats of the couch” I tell them so they stop and began getting ready to go upstairs just as

“FOOD!” Newt and thomas yell just coming back from the take away making everyone quickly hurry into the kitchen and crowding around the huge dining table eager to get the sweet greasy take away food so I took my seat and ate up with everyone else I guess I should explain everyone’s situation, Well obviously me and Newt have been together for the last two year’s our first year was so sweet he was a cute little nerd back then, then sex got into our heads now thats all he ever seems to want to do anymore Alby and gally are together but as far as I know have never done it, or if they had they addnt told any of us, Fry and winston had been together longer then me and newt they are going on strong at four years they where so so sweet, Minho and teresa...its complicated she has dated both minho and thomas but they kinda all have a odd like freinds with benifits thing between the three of them I dont know how it works and I am not to sure I want to know once we had all eaten gally and alby went off to their rooms to do some work, minho and teresa hurried off toher room and thomas went to bed on the sofa almost out cold and fry and winston went up to bed too leaving me and newt alone in the kitchen cleaning everything away or well tossing everything into the trash until atlast the table was clear “so... do I get to fuck you now?P” he smirked wrapping his arms around me tightly

“I guess, lets go” I giggle pulling him to kiss me as he backed me up against the dinning table his hands on my arse as we made out his long wet tongue exploring every inch of my mouth his hands craressing my arse cheeks with a slow firm passion he always had with me I wrapped my arms around his neck wrapping my fingers in the little grips of his fluffy hair pulling him closer to me and harder onto me his hands slowly moed up to my hips so I grind them against his hands sloiwly and seductively

“Umm Babygirl” eh groaned deeply only just pulling away from my lips to rest his forehead against mine his eyes shut his bottom lip trapped with his teeth at that moment looking at his closed eyes I noticed a slow sensation on my leg a slow rubbing on my leg and a hardening “Umm Newt are you really?” I begn

“Yeah, I dont think I can wait all the way up those stairs babygirl” he groaned rubbing up against my leg harder

“Umm is my sexy man so pleasure deprived he has to rubb up against me?” I giggle and he just nodded so I opened my legs hopping onto the table so I was just sat on it and wrapping my leggs around his waist he opened his eyes and stayed at me

“Fuck I love you” he smirked going away fro a moment to check thomas was still asleep in the living room and shutting and locking the kitchen door before coming back to me and pulling my underwear from my skirt and undoing his jeans and getting his wallet from his back pocket and getting a condom from there conveniently one red and yellow with “open in emergency” and he quickly undid it with his teeth as I moved my hand down and pulled down his boxers enough to make his huge erection spring free from his boxers slapping his stomach as it leaped “Ohh Babygirl” he smirked before I took the condom from his hand and spilled it down his huge cock making him groan biting on his mouth harshly and as I sat back up smirking at his huge cock I saw his eyes dark with lust “Lay down!” he smirked pushing me down and kissing down my neck as he quickly pushed inside my dripping pussy we moth attacked each other’s lips harshly as to not moan and notify the other’s we where fucking on the kitchen table he pulled away for a second to stand straight holding onto my arse tightly smirking down at me before speeding up his hard thick cock thrusting so fast into my wet pussy my body going almost numb from pure pleasure of his fast thrusts my arse often hitting the edge of the table the pain almost feeling good in all of this till he sped up and went deeper

“Oh newt!” I moan purposely clenching around him as he went full in

“Oh Y/n” he moaned in response harshly moving much just tiny little hits into that one spot he knows I cant resist causing me to clench tightly around him and cum squirting around him which was enough to make him shake and shudder filling the condom providing him with his sweet release he gave me another sweet kiss before pulling out off me and pulling up his pants taking the condom off and disposing it in the top of the bag from take out and taking it outside as I slipped my underwear back on and went to open the living room door

“what was the door doing locked?” Thomas asked now awake watching south park on the sofa

“Stuff” I giggle just as newt came back his hair all sweaty and the obvious look of sexual happiness on his face

“Ohhhh” he smirked

“and you told us off for wanting to do it in the living room” Teresa sighs as her and minho come back to watch TV

“Well sofa’s are harder to get sex smell of then tables” I tell her

“Plus we got to christen the house” Newt smirked

“Yeah with jizz and pussy juice” Minho laughed

FRY’S POV:

Once we got back to our room I noticed Winston was a bit more cuddly he never wanted to let go of me “what’s the matter with you man?” I ask him

“I don’t know” He smirked “Maybe I need my sexy man tonight” he smirked tugging on my collar over to the bed so I gave him a sweet little cuddle

“Don’t you just wanna sleep get used to the new house tonight?” I ask him

“No.. I want you to fuck me hard ! Make me scream make the whole street know who’s get’s to fuck my arse” he smirked falling down on the bed and slipping of his shirt “aren't you tempted? knowing I need you so bad” He smirked crawling down the bed taking off his pants and bending down so his face was in the pillows and his tight elastic boxers over his arse

“well...When You put it that way Winston” I smirk kneeling on the bed and gripping his hips forcing his arse back to grind against me “I knew you couldn’t resist me spiggy” he smirked moving a hand of mine down from his hips meeting his hard bulge in his boxers “It’s all for you” he smirked moving and bouncing a little on me to tease me more

“Good boys that want to be fucked so bad lay down and shut up!” I tell him pushing him back face first into the pillows as I pull off his boxers and grabbing the huge lube container from the dresser and slavering my hand with it before rubbing it all over his tight arse even putting my slender index finger inside him making him moan frustratingly

“But I wanted your cock” He begs

“You will get it, be patient” I smirk pulling off my pants and shirt covering my cock in as much lube as I could before pulling him close and pushing inside

“OHHH MY GOD! I always forget just how big you are” he Moaned as I thrusted fast and hard going as deep as I could and letting him moan and scream as much as he wanted as I sped up slapping his tight arse as I did “Oh God YES!” He screamed as I saw his hand moving to his hard dick lightly pumping it but I batted his hand away

“No touching yourself, Im gonna make you cum” I smirked speeding up again and slapping him hard

“OHH YES!” he screamed so I sped Up again going at an inhuman pase making him cum onto the bed and I came into him but as I did he pushed me out letting it spray all over his arse “Ohh Fry I love it when you cum on me” He smirked

“Umm I love it too” I smirk as he flipped over so I kissed him softly getting up and getting ready for bed “arnt you gonna change too?” I ask him

“No, Im gonna sleep naked so you can look at my sexy arse all night” He smirked

“Alright” I laugh going to bed with him.

TERESA’S POV:

As soon as south park was finished I went up to my room sitting on my bed and reading my magazine until my door swung open and there stood Minho in his tight skinny jeans starring at me “Hey You Little slut” He smirked “I brought thomas with me” He smirks ...

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