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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 10 months

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We went to a nearby inn after getting stranded due to the rain.

Innkeeper: "Oh, more customers? The inn really gets more crowded on rainy days."

Kate: "Um, do you have two rooms available?"

Innkeeper: "There's only one room available. The other got taken a little while ago."

Innkeeper: "You two look like lovers, so there shouldn't be any problems. Alright, let me jot it down in the ledger."

Kate: "Um, well..."

Innkeeper: "Here's the key. Don't forget to lock the door when you sleep, okay?"

Our room was small and had only one bed.

(Um...)

Ellis: "Kate."

Kate: "Yes!?"

(Crap, my voice trembled.)

Ellis: "So cute. You don't have to be so nervous. I won't do anything to scare you."

Ellis: "Shall I help dry your hair? I don't want you to catch a cold."

Kate: "Whoa..."

Ellis gently wiped my hair with the towel provided by the innkeeper.

(His hair is also wet.)

Kate: "You might catch a cold too."

I tried to wipe his hair, but 一

Ellis: "........."

I noticed that he instinctively shielded his right arm.

(Don't tell me...)

Kate: "Sorry, but can you show me your right arm?"

I helped him remove his jacket and saw a cut with blood seeping out.

(Something really did happen when he didn't return for a while earlier.)

The uneasy feeling I had wasn't just my imagination.

There were so many things I wanted to ask, but right now, I need to stop the bleeding.

Kate: "Ellis, this may hurt a little, but please let me stop the bleeding."

Ellis: "Okay."

I took out a handkerchief and pressed the clean part against the wound.

Seeing his wound made my heart ache terribly.

Ellis: "Aren't you going to ask what happened?"

Kate: "You probably did this to protect me."

Ellis: "You don't like scary things, so I handled it for you."

Ellis: "Sorry for staying quiet, Kate."

(He wrote on the padlock that he wished me happiness.)

(That's why I wrote this at that time.)

"I hope Ellis will be happy."

He always thinks about others' happiness, often setting aside his own.

It made me realize how lonely he must have felt.

Kate: "You always think about making others happy, and I've been saved by that side of you countless times."

Kate: "But if you're unhappy, I can't be happy either."

Ellis: "Huh?"

Kate: "Being happy alone feels lonely. And to be honest, I don't like it, even one bit."

"It's not about choosing one or the other. It's about both of us being happy."

Kate: "So from now on, let's be happy together."

Ellis: "Kate."

Kate: "And thank you for protecting me from scary things. It made me happy."

He nodded as if accepting my words.

Ellis: "Kate, it's actually still a bit painful."

Kate: "Hang in there. It's almost over."

Ellis: "Fufu, okay."

The rain continued to pour. After taking a bath, we decided to go to sleep.

(T-This is...)

We lie side by side on the narrow bed, our shoulders almost touching.

We ended in this situation after arguing over who would sleep on the sofa.

(He's injured, so I can't let him sleep on the sofa. I guess this is unavoidable.)

I turned my back to him, trying to create some distance.

Ellis: "Hey, Kate."

Ellis: "Have you ever slept like this with Harry?"

Kate: "Of course not. Why would I?"

Ellis: "Then I guess I'm the first."

I felt him smiling happily and the warmth of his body against my back.

Kate: "Ellis?"

Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around my stomach, and I felt his breath against my ear.

Ellis: "Kate. I was happy with what you said earlier about us being happy together."

Kate: "Uh-huh."

Ellis: "You always look out for my happiness, and that makes me happy but also a little troubled."

Kate: "Troubled? Why is that?"

Ellis: "........."

Kate: "Ellis?"

Kate: "E-Ellis?"

I slowly turned around and noticed that he was breathing softly, already asleep.

I gazed at his face, looking even more childlike with his eyes closed, and gently brushed his hair.

(He tries to suppress his own desires sometimes.)

(But why?)

No matter how much I think about it, only he knew the answer.

As I watched his defenseless sleeping face, I couldn't help but wish to see him smile.

That night, I couldn't sleep as I kept thinking about him.

Kate: "Ellis, the next station is our stop."

The next day, after the inspection was completed without any issues, the train headed towards London.

He was standing near the door when he suddenly muttered something to me.

Ellis: "I wish we had more time together."

Ellis: "Also, there's something I still haven't asked you."

Kate: “----?”

Ellis: “Kate.”

His hand firmly grasped my wrist.

Ellis: “Tell me. Which one made you happier, me or Harry?”

Ellis’ gaze and the hand wrapped around my wrist felt like sharp thorns.

(What should I say...?)

As I hesitated with my response, the announcement informed us that we had arrived at the station, and the doors opened.

Kate: “Ellis, we need to get off.”

Ellis: “No, I don’t want to. If you don’t answer me, I’ll take you away like this.”

Kate: “----!”

Just as the doors were about to close, he pulled my hand, and we got off the train.

The train continued to the next station, leaving us standing on the platform.

Ellis: “Sorry about that.”

Ellis: “But the fact that you hesitated means you’re happy with me.”

I couldn’t deny it, as the sweet moments we spent together were etched deeply into my heart.

Kate: “That’s right.”

Ellis: “Yay! Then I’ll work even harder.”

Ellis: “So think about me a lot from now on.”

Kate: “Okay.”

Ellis: “Though I’ll still support you if you prefer Harry.”

He smiled, and my heart throbbed sweetly without my consent.

Before I knew it, he had settled firmly in the center of my heart.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ellis twilight #ikevil ellis #ikevil translations #ikevil jp

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juststupid882 · 1 year

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What does Liza think of her other students and teachers? (People she like,people she hate etc)

Liza is usually not one to hang out with people, but her group of friends changed that..

His group of friends is made up of: Harry, Bytra, Hikari, Chrissy, Amanda and Ellie.

What Liza thinks about her friends… she can always count on them, she accompanies them in some of their crazy things. she feels that that depressed and lonely girl disappeared and a new one is being formed.

About her teachers. She grabbed Krystal a bit of Affection (although she is a bit angry lol) She can't say the same about Kyle when she had found out what Kyle did in his youth.. +What she thinks of Patrick is that sometimes he is very positive in a very… disturbing way… so much so that sometimes she has been afraid of him, but sometimes he sees him as a good person

Liza dislikes Edalyn but has respect for her, sometimes they talk together but only to talk about Chrissy ( About her heart problem issues.)

Liza definitely hates Audrey, let's say they have a rivalry of who will get the heart of .. Alexi.

She cannot say anything about Yoann because she does not know him very well and she does want to communicate with Yoann but it is impossible for her because Liza does not know French and not even Yoann knows

#kindergarten au #kindergarten oc #fanmade

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longliverockback · 2 years

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Blondie Against the Odds 1974-1982 [Box Set] 2022 The Numero Group ————————————————— Tracks LP One: Blondie 01. X Offender 02. Little Girl Lies 03. In the Flesh 04. Look Good in Blue 05. In the Sun 06. A Shark in Jets Clothing 07. Man Overboard 08. Rip Her to Shreds 09. Rifle Range 10. Kung Fu Girls 11. Victor 12. The Attack of the Giant Ants

Tracks LP Two: Plastic Letters 01. Fan Mail 02. Denis 03. Bermuda Triangle Blues (Flight 45) 04. Youth Nabbed as Sniper 05. Wishlist 06. (I’m Always Touched) by Your Presence Dear 07. I’m on E 08. I Didn’t Have the Nerve to Say No 09. Love at the Pier 10. No Imagination 11. Kidnapper 12. Detroit 442 13. Cautious Lip

Tracks LP Three: Parallel Lines 01. Hanging on the Telephone 02. One Way or Another 03. Picture Disc 04. Fade Away and Radiate 05. Pretty Baby 06. I Know but I Don’t Know 07. 11:59 08. Will Anything Happen? 09. Sunday Girl 10. Heart of Glass 11. I’m Gonna Love You Too 12. Just Go Away

Tracks LP Four: Eat to the Beat 01. Dreaming 02. The Hardest Part 03. Union City Blue 04. Shayla 05. Eat to the Beat 06. Accidents Never Happen 07. Die Young Stay Pretty 08. Slow Motion 09. Atomic 10. Sound-a-Sleep 11. Victor 12. Living in the Real World

Tracks LP Five: Autoamerican 01. Europa 02. Live It Up 03. Here’s Looking at You 04. The Tide Is High 05. Angels on the Balcony 06. Go through It 07. Do the Dark 08. Rapture 09. Faces 10. T-Birds 11. Walk Like Me 12. Follow Me

Tracks LP Six: The Hunter 01. Orchid Club 02. Island of Lost Souls 03. Dragonfly 04. For Your Eyes Only 05. The Beast 06. War Child 07. Little Caesar 08. Danceway 09. (Can I) Find the Right Words (to Say) 10. English Boys 11. The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game

Tracks LP Seven: Out-takes & Rarities (‘Plaza Sound’) 01. X Offender [intro] 02. X Offender [Private Stock single] 03. In the Sun [Private Stock single] 04. Little Girl Lies (Private Stock mix) 05. In the Flesh [extended intro] 06. A Shark in Jets Clothing [take 2] 07. Kung Fu Girls [take 8] 08. Scenery 09. Denis (Terry Ellis mix) 09. Bermuda Triangle Blues – Flight 45 [take 1] 10. I Didn’t Have the Nerve to Say No [take 1] 11. I’m on E [take 2] 12. Kidnapper [take 2] 13. Detroit 442 [take 2] 14. Poets Problem

Tracks LP Eight: Out-takes & Rarities (‘Plaza Sound’) [continued] 01. Once I Had a Love [Mike Chapman demo] 02. Sunday Girl [French version] 03. I’ll Never Break Away from This Heart of Mine (Pretty Baby) 04. Hanging on the Telephone [Mike Chapman demo] 05. Will Anything Happen [instrumental] 06. Underground Girl 07. Call Me 08. Spaghetti Song (Atomic, part 2) 09. Die Young Stay Pretty [take 1] 10. Union City Blue [instrumental] 11. Llámame

Tracks LP Nine: Out-takes & Rarities (‘Coca Cola’) 01. I Love You Honey, Give Me a Beer (Go through It) 02. Live It Up [Giorgio Moroder demo] 03. Angels on the Balcony [Giorgio Moroder demo] 04. Tide Is High [demo] 05. Susie & Jeffrey 06. Rapture [disco version] 07. Autoamerican ad 08. Yuletide Throwdown

Tracks LP Ten: Out-takes & Rarities (‘Home Tapes’) 01. Nameless 02. Sunday Girl 03. Theme from Topkapi 04. The Hardest Part 05. Ring of Fire 06. War Child [Chris Stein mix] 07. Call Me [Chris Stein mix] 08. Heart of Glass [Chris Stein mix]

Tracks 7” Single: 01. Moonlight Drive 02. Mr. Sightseer

Tracks 10” Single: 01. Out in the Streets [1974] 02. The Disco Song 03. Sexy Ida 04. Platinum Blonde 05. The Thin Line 06. Puerto Rico 07. Once I Had a Love [1975] 08. Out in the Streets [1975] —————————————————

Clem Burke

Jimmy Destri

Nigel Harrison

Deborah Harry

Frank Infante

Chris Stein

* Long Live Rock Archive

#Blondie #Blondie Band #Clem Burke #Jimmy Destri #Nigel Harrison #Deborah Harry #Frank Infante #Chris Stein #Against the Odds 1974 1982 #Compilation #Box Set #New Wave #2022

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kingjurdan · 2 years

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peaky blinders!au where harry's niece enters the garrison wanting to see her uncle and ends up meeting up with the shelby brothers.

Title: The lady and the peaky blinders devils - (part I)

Relationships: OC & Harry Fenton

word count: 2.492

Birmingham's streets are... boring, to say the least, and a bit disturbing if Helen wasn't from London and didn't know how to handle these types of things. The street that lead to The garrison, though, was the worst of that, and it was in the light of the day, during the night is slightly different, for better or worse.

She's a fierce woman, she knows very well what she wants, but she knows very well the dangers of the world and she doesn't doubt that, if it was night and she was walking those streets as she walks in London, without anyone knowing her, she would have some problems.

Happily enough, she's not dumb nor naive, so she picked carefully what to dress before heading to her uncle's pub. She didn't waste time smiling at the people she passed by, the women looked scared just from looking up for too long — the ones who weren't whores — and the men, when they weren't looking lewdly, seemed almost annoyed that Helen didn't look away from their gaze.

She enters the garrison some steps behind three well-dressed, important-looking men. When they enter, the singing that seemed to be happening inside stops almost immediately, save for a girl who was on top of a chair. Her voice isn't the best Helen listened to in her life, but isn't the worst either, so she shrugs and tries to look over the shoulders of the man in front of her, looking for her uncle.

Of course, the music stops with the stares of the important-looking-man, and Helen wonders who they are, but she hasn't time to think about some silly things, she focuses her stare on Harry, her uncle, who walks to the three men who got there before her, looking a little nervous. He is talking about something with the one who seems to be in charge and he looks like a little boy who's been scolded but not for long, as that's when Harry finally realizes she's there, right behind and watching the scene.

“Nice place you have here,” she says.“the best bottle of whiskey you have sweetie” she smiles, ignoring the looks that the girl sends to something above her shoulders, probably Harry seeming constipated and anxious “put it on Harry's tab, 'kay?

She has never seen Harry so pale in all her life, not that she has seen him so many times, but well, way to make a girl feel welcomed, uh?

“People here are a bit nosy, eh Harry?”

The man opens his mouth, closes, and then repeats like a fish. Then he walks to her, his fingers almost white with the way he's squeezing the cloth on his shoulder.

“Ellie? What are you doing here?” he half whispers half hisses.

She arches her eyebrows and looks around. The pub is nice, almost cozy. The clients, though, aren't so friendly as the place makes it seem. Some of the men who were singing with the beautiful blonde are now giving some looks at the other three who entered before her or looking at her and Harry standing there in the doorway.

She huffs and takes off the coat she was wearing, hanging it where everyone else is.

When she looks back, one of the three men is staring at her, the youngest, she thinks, by the way he smiles without a care in the world.

“People here are a bit nosy, eh?” she says, instead of answering his question. When he opens his mouth to talk again, probably something about respecting customers, she interrupts “what about a drink, uh? I just arrived, I don't want to talk about business right now.”

She walks between the people on the way to the bar, she can feel how Harry is in her heels, wanting to talk and ask his questions. Helen doesn't want to answer him, not when there are so many ears around.

She looks at the beauty behind the bar and smiles. The girl is really beautiful and she doesn't look like a whore, but someone in a bar like that isn't the virgin Mary too.

“What can I have for you?” the girl asks, her voice is so soft and kind, Helen doesn't know if she wants to kill her or kiss her.

“the best bottle of whiskey you have sweetie” she smiles, ignoring the looks that the girl sends to something above her shoulders, probably Harry seeming constipated and anxious “put it on Harry's tab, 'kay?

The girl smiles at her, but her smile is constricted and tight in the corners. Helen doesn't mind, though, she's not there to charm some blonde girl who her uncle or fucks or let his clients fuck.

“Ellie” Harry hisses again, making Helen want to laugh. The man is so fucking worried about everything.

Well, she can't blame him for this exactly.

Helen turns to look at him, she leans against the counter behind her and faces her uncle. He doesn't look so well, but he's anxious and worried, so she won't judge him for it, not now.

“Uncle, you don't look very good” she smirks and see how his expression softens a little bit “how're you doing?”

Harry seems a little restless, fidgeting with his apron.

“I'm— I don't know, I'm alright,” he answers, shrugging.

Helen sighs and picks the bottle that the barmaid placed in front of her and two glasses.

“Let's talk in a quieter place,” she says, expecting that he will guide her to a room with fewer people. “You should close, It won't be as fast as you want it to be."

For a moment, Harry is undecided, looking over his shoulder at the three important men who entered a small separate room. He looks at the barmaid too, almost pained.

“I can't, the Shelby brothers wouldn't accept that and I have to keep an eye on grace.”

“Ah, so that's her name,” Helen thinks a bit loudly “I was wondering if she was a whore.”

“No. She's not” he answers, even if it wasn't a question “She remembers me of you when you were sweet and kind”

“Oh. A long time ago, then” she smirks “The Shelby brothers are important, uh? So I'm going to wait for you” she says, wanting to laugh at his worried expression “don't worry Harry, I don't have so much time, but I can appreciate good whiskey for a moment.”

Her uncle doesn't trust her, this is clear, but Helen doesn't judge him for that either. She was a dog for a long time, a dog that doesn't bark and that bit him on more than one occasion. A mad dog sometimes, and one with sharp fangs.

Harry looks at Grace and her a few times before nodding.

“Please, Grace is a good girl, don't hurt her.”

“You know that I'm not one to hurt beautiful blonde girls uncle, not if they don't want to.”

He scoffs and leaves, disbelieving as always.

Grace, though, isn't worried about Helen. All of her attention is on the little window that connects the small room where the Shelby brothers are and the bar.

Helen can see in her eyes that eagerness, to do what she doesn't know.

The time passes slowly, and she is happy that just a few men approached her and fewer were offended by her refusals.

Grace keeps glancing at the little window, Harry keeps eyeing Helen and the Shelby brothers continue at their little meeting that doesn't seem to end anytime soon.

Helen amuses herself looking at the “couples” in the bar, men treating women like they're their little dolls, and then when the girls are bored and go looking at other places, the men don't like it. A bunch of assholes that deserve to be cheated on.

She's looking around the bar when a girl captures her eyes. The brunette is with two men, most likely her boyfriend and probably his friend. Her boyfriend, the man who she's leaning on, has a hand on her thigh, while the other has one of her feet between his legs.

Good girl, taking what she wants.

Helen is amused when the girl catches her looking at them, but the brunette doesn't look the least bit embarrassed about it, making Helen give a small smile. She doesn't think that anymore saw what's happening, not when the three of them are in such a far corner.

“I don' think I have seen you 'ere” someone says next to her suddenly, and Helen just doesn't jump scared because she's used to controlling such reactions. The voice is almost so tough as the appearance of the man who spoke to her. "Are you new?”

Helen shakes his head, still deciding what to say.

“No,” she begins “I'm Harry's niece, just visiting family.” she extends her hand to him “Helen Taylor”.

He arches an eyebrow and shakes her hand firmly, without that crap most men like to do when you're a girl.

"Arthur Shelby,” he says, sitting in the chair next to her without asking, she's not annoyed with this, surprisingly. Most men tend to annoy her, but apparently, Mr. Shelby isn't one of them. “So, I never knew that Harry had a family. I thought he was by himself.”

She wants to grimace, thinking about her uncle's life in Small Heath, but control her expression before anything.

“Family doesn't mean that you belong, not when you have a family like ours.” she shrugs “But Harry is my favorite and we have been away for a long time”.

Arthur stares at her with a strange look, he doesn't say anything for a while, and when he does, he just says "I think you're right" and then leaves.

Arthur Shelby is certainly a strange man, but he's not so bad company.

When Harry finally is capable of sitting down and talking with Helen it is almost morning and the streets are calm and quiet.

She doesn't think the streets of Small Heath were capable of being silent like that, not the way they seem at the beginning of the night. But it's almost a blessing, being capable of talking with someone when the noises are at their lowest.

Harry is anxious when he sits next to her in one of the chairs. She realized how busy he had been all night to avoid her, but he wouldn't be able to and she can be very stubborn when she wants.

Firstly, she offers a drink, whiskey, the best of the bottle Grace gave to her when she asked. Harry seems to drink just to build up the courage. He never had been a man like her grandpa or her father, thank goodness.

She raises her glass like it's a toast, and it kind of is and says:

“The king is dead, long live the queen”.

Harry doesn't catch up so fast, maybe it's the worry he has in his face, or the busy night, or anything really, but when he does, his glass almost falls.

“What? When?”

“Last week,” she explains simply.

Harry, her father, and her other uncle John were the heirs to an empire much older than London itself and as dirty as. Harry, though, wasn't the favorite son despite being the middle child, and Helen's father is long dead.

“Was you?"

The question is fair. Her grandpa wasn't the best man in the world and she hated him as much as Harry hated the man, but unlike Harry, she couldn't run away, not when she worked in her family business since she was capable of holding a knife with her hands.

“No.” she denies “but uncle John is very determined to blame me.”

Harry grimaces and takes the whiskey in one go. Between her family, the man in front of her is the one who knows most about the reputation of his brother, the one who took his fury from time to time.

The two of them know how John can be, he is an animal, a beast and without his father to hold the collar, he is free to hurt whoever he wants.

“You need to get out of there,” Harry says after some time “you can't live with him, and the men…”

“The men will not chase after me or harm me, not the most of them anyway” she interrupts “but you're right. I can't stay there, but I can't live with you either.” she sighs “And that's not my biggest concern, I have a plan.”

“You and your holy plans” Harry complains, but he has a small smile on his face. “What is your biggest concern then?”

Helen ran both hands over her face.

“I have a child”

The color that was returning to his face disappears again.

“What? You were pregnant? How— ?”

She smiles at her uncle. Bold of him to think that she could afford to get pregnant working above her grandpa's foot.

“No, no. Stop right there.” she waves at him, pouring more whiskey to both of them. “Someone, I don't know who left a child at my door. I wasn't planning on staying with the boy, but he's so much like me, I think if I had given birth to him he wouldn't be so similar”

Harry smiles again, but his eyebrows are still furrowed.

“You'll raise him,” he says, a statement and not a question. Helen nods, agreeing. “What people would talk? what will your men say?”

“You know that I don't care about people, just my people, and my people know that he's mine and that is it. Marco is already so attached to the child, you know him, he's a soft boy.”

Harry nods, his expression softening a little bit.

“And will I be able to meet the new heir to the empire?”

Helen arches her eyebrows.

“You know that William is the new heir, I'm just some mongrel they need to get rid of.”

Harry shakes his head “You were always the favorite, you have the brain business.”

“But I don't have the cock.”

“That's not important, not when the money is coming in, you know that.”

“Anyway,” she gets up “I need a house and a babysitter, for yesterday, but I can't put it in the newsletter and you neither, we can't have John sniffing around here searching for me, I have plans for Small Heath.”

“Careful. Small Heath is the territory of the Peaky Blinders.”

“Don't care.”

“And some important copper is around here too, searching for something.”

“Don't care either” she sing-songs, picking her coat. “I know how to handle men that think they are the new best thing in the world, don't worry uncle. And be prepared, I will bring the family”

“I'll prepare the poison for the toast” he jokes, a little bitter.

“Don't worry, you're my family and I protect what's mine.”

“That's what I'm worried about,” he says when she's far enough away not to hear what he said anymore.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #john shelby #au #original character #arthur shelby #i think im gonna post on ao3 #maybe #oc & harry fenton #oc

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stvrs13 · 3 years

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3rd Wheel

Ellie x Reader

||summary|| Ellie invited her best friend, Y/N to hangout with her and her other best friend Dina but basically all they do is flirt and make Y/N feel like a third wheel. Also she confesses her feelings for Ellie at the end xd

TW - includes swearing <: lol

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Ellie and Y/N have been bestfriends ever since Y/N arrived at Jackson, Y/N always had feelings for Ellie but afraid to confess her feelings for her cuz it might ruin what they have so far..

"sup asshole", Ellie said. "excuse me?" Y/N said while laughing. Y/N steps aside signaling Ellie to get inside her house. Ellie gets inside with a smirk on her face. Ellie sits on Y/N couch, "make yourself home?" Y/N laughs. she nodded, leaning back on the couch, arms around head. "what's up?" Y/N said while standing, putting her hands on her hips. "wanna hangout with me and Dina tomorrow?" Ellie said. "I dont know. Dont you want her to be alone with you?" Y/N said with a smirk on her face. Clearly hurt from the inside. "She wanted me to invite you" Ellie said. "Alright, I can be your wingman" Y/N laughs. "okay" Ellie said nervously but with a small laugh. "i should go that's all i have to say to you, bye nerd." Ellie said while walking towards the door and opening it to let herself out. "bye dork!" Y/N said while closing the door.

Y/N POV

DAMN IT WHY DID I SAID "I CAN BE A WINGMAN" FUCK okay okay calm down calm down. Ellie invites me, WHY?!?! when Ellie said that I felt hurt, i've always felt hurt ever since she hangs out with Dina more in the past days. She always ask if im alright and teases me that im jealous at them cuz she spends a lot more time with her other bestfriend (Dina) what she didn't know is im jealous because Ellie like her and seeing them both together makes me feel pain in the heart cuz i like Ellie i do but i think she sees me as a bestfriend so i'll just keep my mouth shut.

- Tomorrow -

Ellie and Dina wait for Y/N on the stables. Y/N hurriedly walk there. She's wearing black crop top hoodie and high waist jeans, white shoes. "well well look who's here" Dina said while smirking. "hey guys" said Y/N. Ellie and Dina rode on Shimmer while Y/N rode on her horse h/n (horse name). looking at the corner of your eye, you can see Dina and Ellie slapping each other. "Ow! that hurt Dina!" said Ellie. "your so soft" Dina said teasing her. "oh wow. and what are you trying hard to get me?" Ellie said. WOW that's the weirdest flirt you've ever heard where did she get that. you laugh under your breath. Ellie and Dina looked at you, "what?" you said while smiling. "nothing" they laughed. They must have heard you laugh. "we're here" said Ellie. It's not far from jackson, its an area full of grass and flowers we dismounted our horses and they place a blanket on the grass and we watch the beautiful scenery while eating our snacks, Ellie brought her guitar and we begged her to play, at first she refuses but we keep telling her to play and she did. " my life is brilliant, my love is pure, I saw an angel of that im sure" she sang. I felt so deeply inlove with her but her eyes keep looking at Dina.. Until she looked at my eye. I felt my cheeks are burning in red, I looked away but I cant, i keep looking at her forest green eyes. As the song ends, Dina touch Ellie's hands, "that's amazing." said Dina. Ellie grinned, I never see her smile so wide and her cheeks are red like a tomato.. I sat there silently as they keep talking about their love interest until they asked me who I like, I just said "no one" but they keep asking me who so I said my other crush, Harry. Ellie knew that I like Harry but I see the way she frowned when I mention Harry. "We should get back to Jackson" said Ellie. We clean our mess and as we walk toward our horses, Ellie and Dina are holding each other's hands.. For me, the entire trip was like me being a thirdwheel cuz look at them they keep flirting and they barely even talk to me.. I felt so alone and sad but at the same time happy, happy that Ellie's happy.. We arrived at jackson and we went to the stables to take our horses a rest, As we said our goodbyes, Dina kiss Ellie's cheek. "Bye guys! see you around!" said Dina while running away happily. Ellie was speechless, she said "b b bye D d d ina" her cheeks are red as tomato again. I just waved bye at Dina and I said bye to Ellie but as I was gonna walk away from her, she grabbed my hand, "hey can we talk?" she said. I nodded, we walked towards her home and we sat on her front porch, "how are you these days?" she asked. "really ellie? after all this time, you asked me just today?" you said kinda mad. "are you mad?" said Ellie. " you barely even talk to us throughout our trip" Ellie said. "yeah because you guys keep flirting" you said. " are you jealous?" "no im not!" "then why are you mad at me?!" " she said. "im not mad!" you screamed. " then why do you avoid us?" said Ellie. "oh the question is most likely why do you avoid me? ellie, huh?" you said. "i just wanna hangout with Dina and you always avoid us when we're around! why is it a problem to you when I hangout with her?! you think I didn't notice how you react when we're around? your being shitty y-" she said storming towards the door. " because i fucking like you!! and seeing you around her makes me feel fucking jealous and alone! and i i cant just feel like that cuz i dont wanna stupidly broke what we have cuz you like her and you just see me as your friend!" you screamed. your eyes were wet as tears tryin to flow on your cheeks but you hold it. this is a shitty way to tell her you thought to yourself. she looks back at you. " you you like me? as a a like cr crush?" she stutter. " yes and im so so sorr-" you said while tears flowing down your cheeks. but before you could finish your sentence,you feel a chapped yet soft lips onto yours. The kiss lasted for 17 sec until she gently pull away. you both smiled. " so um do you maybe wanna be my girlfriend? " she said nervously. "sure" you smiled.

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cxmetery-gates · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS - DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON

CHAPTER SIX: PICKUP TRUCK THOUGHTS

SUMMARY: Lynn takes a moment of solitude to put things into perspective, all thanks to a friend’s truck and some clouds. WORD COUNT: 2.8k NOTE: Not me falling of the face of the internet for a couple months. Whoops! WARNINGS: dark!tom hiddleston, teacher!tom hiddleston

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"YOU REALIZE IT'S A SERIOUS problem at this point, right?"

"At least it's not crack."

The two familiar voices catch both mine and Gabe's attention. With the doors open, legs sprawled out wherever they're comfy, and some early 2000s alternative music jamming from the speakers, we genuinely look like high school delinquents. All we're missing is a cigarette hanging from our lips.

My back aches as I pry my upper half to sit up straight, a chorus of popping following my movement. I brightly grin at River and Ellie and my feet reach the black pavement. It appears Ellie just rolled her eyes at River's sassy remark. I begin to ask what they were talking about before I notice something being shoved back in the boy's backpack: his new Obi-Wan Kenobi lightsaber. Part of me isn't surprised, but the other half is wondering what reason he has to carry it around at school. Regardless of the reason, we all have our quirks: it took me until the eighth grade to leave my replica of Harry Potter's wand at home.

Geeky things, I guess?

I can only guess what River was telling Ellie when it comes to his devotion to Star Wars. There isn't an existing number to count how often River and I find ourselves on the topic of space battles and the Skywalkers.

"What's up, friendos?" I ask as they draw closer. A sudden chilly breeze lifts my hair and bumps along my skin. It's almost a frustrating sensation, it being the middle of August. It looks like I'm the only one who feels it, as my teeth are the only ones that chatter. Since my arms are tightly holding each other, I barely have time to react to Ellie's next reaction.

Ellie drags her feet dramatically until she goes limp in my arms. "I wanna go home and sleep."

I stumble back at the weight added, wriggling my arms to hold her steady. The last thing I need on the first day of school is a concussion. "Christ— well maybe if you get off, we can take you home."

River piles his backpack into the back of Gabe's truck, the loud thump startling Ellie, and looks at us with a confused stare. "Weren't– Weren't we supposed to hang out today?"

The girl in my arms rises to her feet, groaning. "Shit, I forgot. My mom said she wants me back home after school as soon as possible. You know, groundings and all."

"Next time, don't get into an accident." Gabe sends her a smirk.

Ellie narrows her eyes and mocks his response, crossing her arms and leaning on one leg. A small chortle parts my lips as I lean up against the truck next to River. After her bickering, Ellie continues. "Go get ice cream or something in my memory. I just have to get back before I'm killed, which should be any day now."

"I call your funeral playlist," I reply. Looking up while my fingers stroke my chin comically, I add, "A ton of 80s pop with a dash of Gaga?"

Booping my nose, Ellie smiles. "You know me too well."

We all file into Gabe's small truck— well, almost all of us. Since the truck is a three-seater and police like to patrol this area, there is always a sacrifice who gets to claim the back of the car. This time, it happens to be me. Once I was lying flat on my back, a blue tarp was pulled over my body, coming right above my nose. Oh, the perks of old, short pick-up trucks roaming a town with endless police...

Sliding open the window, Gabe's voice calls out. "You good back there?"

"Yeah, I'm fucking peachy," I reply.

There's the sound of laughter before the engine kicks on. At that moment, my paranoia starts to kick in, starting with my heart beating fast in my chest and palms getting sweaty. Not once have any of us gotten caught, but I can't help but think the day we are, it's my ass going to jail. I've never bothered to look at the laws relating to seat belts in other states, but here, the law is highly enforced. Not only would I get fined and definitely put into a cell, but I have no doubt Gabe would endure the same fate.

Nice way to put yourself in one of these states, I chastise myself.

I almost groan, but I can't be sure if I'll cause one of the friends up front to worry. So, I exhale and inhale rhythmically like I was taught. Looking straight ahead, all I can see are blue skies and puffy white clouds. Occasionally, a tree or two will enter the scenery. I'm barely blinking as I try to put shapes to the clouds, some more impossible than others. Despite having an imaginative mind, the figures aren't creating a picture for me to follow.

I like to remember how easy it was as a child to create something out of nothing. An empty napkin roll wasn't just cardboard; it was a telescope that needed color. Our dolls weren't acting on our behalf; they were doing it themselves and showing us their lives. Every cloud wasn't just a random array of water droplets but rather, a visual story to be told. I want to know what causes all of us to lose that form of innocence. Ways of thinking like pessimism or optimism, that's easy: once too many shitty things start to happen more than the good, one is likely to form a biased view or vice versa. But, why do we stop playing with imaginary friends? Or act out intense battles on the playground? Even the smallest blip of innocence, like cloud-watching, becomes warped.

Sometimes, it's easy to pick out that moment in our own lives where we find ourselves becoming grown-ups and leaving childhood behind, but the shitty part is that it isn't just me or Ellie, River, or Gabe who go through trials. It's not just the kid who loses a parent or the girl who was taken advantage of. Everyone has their wars. And in the end, we lose, becoming a part of the system that inflicts these damages.

These damages I speak of tear us apart. They mold us into shapes beyond recognition. No longer a funny shape or a distorted animal in the sky, but dark, heavy, and so close to bursting. And when we finally let go, after all the waiting and rolling, we seem to explode, leaking and oozing our pain, our torment, us. And when it's over? What's left? I guess there are two options: remain on the ground to seep into further nothingness, or rise once more, only to break again, again, and again. But life is such torment and full of trials, is it not?

Funny how staring at a cloud can put life into perspective.

My brain is overrun by these thoughts that I don't even realize Gabe's truck is rolling to a stop. I finally take notice when car doors swing open then shut.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," River says leaning over the side of the truck to get a look at me.

Rolling my eyes with a grin, I swat at his shoulder, which misses as he recoils. "Shut up, loser." I sit up, tossing the tarp to the side as I move to stand. River smirks and offers his hands to help me down. Without hesitation I take them, swinging one leg over the side and the other following before I made a short leap to the ground. Because neither of us apparently can avoid embarrassment, we're both holding each other's hands after I land. A rosy blush spreads across his entire face— no doubt mine as well— before I take the initiative to lean backwards, focusing on Ellie who crawls from the side door.

"Speaking of losers," Gabe sighs. I can't help but feel the reddening in my cheeks, assuming this asshole is talking about River and me, but I notice he's looking at Ellie, now swinging her backpack around one shoulder in her driveway.

She notices that all of us are looking, causing her to freeze. "Why does everyone hate me today?"

I smile bringing her into a goofy hug. "We just miss you. Don't get into any more accidents, please?"

"Yeah, yeah," she snorts, hugging me back to the best of her ability, considering I have her arms pinned down at an odd angle. "Alright, leave my driveway before I actually get you guys killed."

Gabe, River, and I say our goodbyes before filing into the white truck, heading God-knows-where as a worn-down engine sparks to life. Looking over at River, who sits to my right in the passenger seat, I send him a glare that he doesn't see since his eyes are focused on what lies beyond the window— or lack thereof.

While his hair barely covers his neck, mine flows down to my mid-back, meaning having windows rolled all the way down and speeding down a highway won't lead to the best outcomes for my hair. But I can't complain too much: River's hair going crazy in the wind is both cute and a bit funny. A small smile graces my features before a thin lock of hair enters my lips.

Glancing over at the driver, I notice how only locks of hair toward the ends move slowly despite the windows rolled all the way down, as if the strands are wearing a shield against the wind. I wonder how Gabriel keeps his hair so still before making the dumbfounding realization that he wears that beanie 24/7 and who knows how long he goes without washing his perfect hair. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen the boy without the hat. I guarantee no one would recognize him without it.

"So, where are we heading?" Gabriel asks when we reach the stoplight before entering the populated part of town.

I exhale, leaning my head on the headrest of the seat. "Well, I for one could go for something frozen. Maybe a burger, too."

"Didn't you just eat lunch?" River asks, humorously smiling in my direction.

"And had coffee literally less than an hour ago," Gabe adds.

Sending a blank look to River (whose smile widens) then over to Gabe, his eyes never leaving the stretch of road ahead of him (at least one person in the group can do that), I huff, my eyes shutting closed and I bring my shoulders up into a shrug. "I don't know what you both have against me and my food and drink consumption, but you better knock it off."

There's a small hum of laughter to my right, sending a slight shiver down my neck. "If we left you alone for a week, there's no telling how much you'd put in your system," River tells me as if I don't know that already.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright, Bob and Jillian, I don't need you to berate me."

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Twenty minutes later, the three of us find ourselves outside a burger joint. In one hand, I have a burger waiting to be devoured and in the other is a frozen strawberry lemonade. Nothing says summer like this combination. We're sitting the parking lot eating our meals, more specifically in the back of the truck. From my phone, I have a playlist plainly called "Chill" playing from the nearly-blown speakers.

"I never thought food could taste so good," I moan as the burger slides down my throat.

"You're acting like you haven't eaten in a week."

Sending Gabe an eye-roll, I reply, "It might as well have been."

There's a moment of silence before River brings up a topic not discussed in a couple weeks. "Do you guys wanna come over and jam for a bit sometime this week? We haven't done anything in a while."

One summer a few years back, the trio of us learned we can play different instruments. I have been playing the guitar and drums since I was younger, thanks to a musically gifted grandfather. Gabe and River both had a knack for guitar too, though Gabe had more experience with the bass guitar and River had some training with piano. While our jam sessions are nothing too serious, as none of us want to be in a band or write our own songs, it's become a fun and stress-reducing way to hang out when silence would otherwise fill the atmosphere. The last time, we figured out how to play the theme songs of our favorite movies using a ukulele and bongos. It was something I didn't need to hear, but I'm glad I did.

I nod my head. "Yeah, we can this weekend if we aren't being drowned in homework by that point."

Gabe also agrees with a nod, his mouth full of fries. "It's a maybe from me: Mom might need to borrow the truck since hers is wearing down."

River turns his dark brown eyes over to me, capturing an embarrassing scene as lettuce pokes between my stuffed lips. Great. "Well, I guess I can hang out with you if someone can't show."

While I playfully punch his arm, I send a look over to Gabe who hides a smirk in his straw. He catches me looking as River goes on about one of his classes. Sending me a wink, I narrow my eyes knowingly: his mom just got a brand new truck. Mr. Matchmaker goes back to this food, making a statement on how hot River's finance teacher is, causing the boy to make a very uncomfortable face.

Despite the long talks we shared in the back of Gabe's truck, I find myself zoning out hardcore once again. I can't figure out why exactly my mind had wondered, but I do know where. My thoughts go back to Trinity's face, remembering how she would sit next to me against the side of the truck the very few times she decided to make time for my friends. There's a ghost of warmth in my palm like fingers squeezing when the short snippet of a memory expels from deep inside my mind. I don't know why I thought of it. It just appeared, causing a droplet of woe to fill my gut.

Like my friends have told me before, I need to let this go. There's no use in holding on to something, or rather someone who isn't coming back, especially someone who was never good for me in the first place. Glancing up, I spy on River munching and talking with Gabe. A blush covers my cheeks when I remember how utterly embarrassing it was when I broke down in front of him over a stupid girl. He told me there are worse things to worry about.

"Like climate change?" I asked, sniffling into a pillow. I hope he washed it after that encounter. Hell, he needed to lysol everything down after my mopey ass walked through the place.

River smiled warmly at me, pulling me into a giant bear hug. Sometimes, I want to ask for one of those hugs again. "I was going to say people who like pineapple on pizza, but climate change is also a concern."

I remember crying not a second later, but that was due to the thought of polar bears facing extinction.

Contrary to knowing how wonderful my three best friends are, I'm also aware that there are certain things I can't share. I don't want to overbear them with my problems that should have been solved months ago. The fact that I'm still getting small flashbacks and thoughts of her is pathetic, and I'm aware of that fact. On the other hand, it isn't like my group of friends will give up and leave if I spill my guts, right? I shouldn't be scared of expression my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to my closest friends. And yet, here I sit, undecided on what to do.

Christ, do I need to get my priorities straight.

When my eyes break away from their trance, all I see is Gabe and River entering a heated discussion, about what I'm not sure. With my thoughts still in a bit of limbo, I'm shocked back to reality when they both leap from either side of the vehicle, rushing to pull items from their bags.

Under any other normal circumstance, it would be concerning to see two dudes arguing one moment then reaching into their bags the next. I'm willing to bet the next logical calculation for a stranger would have been to get away, fearing the queue for guns or knives. But I know these losers. Even if they are fighting or wanting to kill each other, there is only one way they can settle their differences.

"Soon, you will see the way of the Jedi," River exclaims while thrashing his blue lightsaber through the air.

"Shut the fuck up, you nerd!" Gabe flicks out a red lightsaber, taunting the other.

"Oh, my God," I say with no emotion in my tone, watching as red and blue shamelessly slash at each other in battery-produced light in a burger joint parking lot.

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter wants to help you but he doesn’t trust your new friend.

Warnings: Swearing (most likely), angst, jealousy,

A/N: colab w/ @annies-marvel-imagines. Part 3 will be posted on her account. GIF cred goes to owner.

The second Peter felt your presence, he knew that something was wrong. He could feel your emotional distress without even having to see you. It was strong and he couldn’t figure out what had caused it. He knew that he wasn’t the only one who was worried about you.

Your dad had called him last night thinking that the two of you had fought. Apparently, you refused to come out of your room since coming back from the mission and you refused to talk to anybody. In short, the Avengers though you were avoiding them.

That was another thing that pissed you off. They ignore you for six months and then have the nerve to say that you were the one avoiding them? Well, technically you were. The only person you’ve spoken to was Steve, but that was just because he ambushed you on your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night.

He also assumed that you and Peter had a fight or something. He had told you that if you needed anybody to talk to, he’d be happy to listen. You weren’t sure where any of this was coming from. He had been one of the many people who had ignored you for so long.

Whatever it was that you were feeling, Peter felt it too. All day, Peter couldn’t concentrate on a single thing his teachers were saying. It was like the only thing his senses could focus on was you. At one point, it had gotten a bit embarrassing when he didn’t answer his teacher right away, causing Flash to make some smart-ass comment about something. He needed to talk to you right away.

If only Eloise Day hadn’t beaten him to it.

“Does your dad know that you know?” Ellie asks. You had told her about what you had found out about yourself from the USB that you stole from Hydra.

“No. Not yet at least. I just can’t believe he’d keep something like this from me my whole life.” You sigh as you shove your school books in your locker. Yes, you were pissed. Your dad told you that your mom was a summer fling who died giving birth to you.

“You had a right to know,” Ellie tells you as she places a comforting hand on your arm. You just wish that people would be honest to you. The only two people who you can really trust were Ellie and-

“You had a right to know what?” Peter unexpectedly asks, causing you to almost drop your Science book. Peter catches it before it hits the ground and places it neatly in your locker.

“It’s nothing,” you say. You trusted Peter, but this wasn’t something you wanted to tell him. You knew that he would try to defend your dad and make up lame excuses. Peter idolized your dad and you also didn’t want to take that away from him.

“Hey, Peter,” Ellie looks at him grudgingly, as though daring him to push the topic further.

“Hi,” he says half-heartedly. Right now, he cared about you a lot more than some random girl who he barely knew. “You should come over today. May says she misses you.”

Peter knew that it was just an excuse to get you alone. Yeah, May really did miss you, but Peter was really starting to worry. You were always open to him, so the fact that there was something you weren’t telling him on top of your awful mood was causing him to freak out a little. Was it something he did?

“I don’t know.” Peter noticed your hesitation. “I’m not feeling that great.”

“It’s okay.” It most definitely wasn’t okay. You lied to him. Peter always knew how you were feeling and he knew that you weren’t sick at all. “Maybe another time?”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded his head as he watched you walk away with Eloise.

Ellie had insisted on you coming to her house. She said that she wanted help on her Chemistry homework, but you knew that she was actually curious to know more about what you found out. If Ellie really was as smart as you knew she was then there was no way that she needed help with homework.

As usual, her parents were working late. You’ve heard stories of Ellie’s parents, but you’ve never actually met them. From what you knew, they always worked and Ellie was always alone.

“So if Tony Stark isn’t your real dad, then who is?” Ellie sat with her legs crossed looking at you curiously.

“I wish I knew. The only information I found about who my real parents are is my mom’s name.” You couldn’t really find any pictures of her, but you really liked her name.

“What was her name?” Ellie was a good friend. It’s not like she was going to go around telling people about this.

“Christine Y/L/N”

“What?” She looks at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite read. “I think I know someone who might have known your mom.”

“Really?” You sat up giving her your undivided attention. Could she really help you find out more about your past?

“Yeah, but I’m not a hundred percent sure.” You followed her to her parent’s room where she dug through one of the suitcases that were under the bed. “Do you mind doing a DNA test?”

“Um... I don’t know.” She finally found what she was looking for You eyed the syringe warily.

Bucky had one told you to never give your blood to anyone unless it was a life or death situation and even then you were supposed to be cautious about it. Steve and Nat were quick to agree but this had to be an exception, right? This was important to you and they would have to understand.

“Come on. It’s just me. You trust me, right?” Ellie prompted.

“Okay, just do it quick.” You hated needles. After a few seconds, she was done but there was another problem.

“There, um...” She looked around for band-aids. You ended up having to use a tissue temporarily until Ellie came back with the box. “These are the only band-aids I have.”

The band-aids were all Avenger themed. You pulled out a band-aid and put it on. It was blue with tiny shields all over it. It was actually kind of cute.

“Thanks.”

“So what’s Parker’s deal?” Ellie asks. You didn’t look like you knew what she was talking about so she continues. “He looked like a lost puppy when you turned him down earlier.”

“Well, we’ve sort of been best friends since we met,” you say remembering the day you met. It was in that airport in Germany.

“Weren’t you two fighting each other when you met?”

“Sort of.” You got ready to tell her. “I was fighting him but he wasn’t fighting me.” While you fought Peter, all he did was dodge and defend. Not once did he throw a punch your way. You kind of already knew Peter, but you had never really spoken to him until that day. You figured that Tony had asked him not to hurt you or something like that.

“Did you know that he actually saved my life that day?”

“How?” She scrunched her nose in confusion. You weren't oblivious to the fact that Peter and Ellie did not like each other at all. Either way, Ellie was your friend and you were excited to talk to her about this.

“Well, the whole fight has pretty much escalated out of control and a giant bus flew at me but Pete swung in and grabbed me before the bus hit me.”

“Gwen is a lucky girl,” Ellie stated as she got back to doing her homework.

“Gwen?” What the hell was she talking about?

“Yeah. They obviously like each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked her to homecoming.”

You just now realized that Peter and Gwen actually have been spending a bit more time together than usual. She started eating lunch with Peter, Ned, and Harry around the time that you started eating lunch with Ellie so she wouldn’t be alone.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You didn’t want to think about Peter and Gwen together. “I should probably go home, but it was nice hanging out with you.”

“I like hanging out with you too.”

Ellie had offered to drive you home, but you figured that you needed a bit of alone time. Unfortunately, you figured you should have taken her up on that offer. On the subway, you ended up siting next to a man and woman who couldn’t control their pet chicken. You finally made it back to the tower a little after ten.

“Y/N, where have you been?” Pepper asks. You couldn’t find it in yourself to hold any grudge against her. She, although often busy with running Stark Industries, had always treated you like her own daughter. You were sure that she would have told you the truth if she hadn’t worked for you dad for so long.

“I was at a friends house,” You say. Suddenly, your dad walks in and you could feel the anger seeping back into you.

“Oh. There’s pizza in the fridge,” he casually says as though he hadn’t realized you were gone for so long.

“Thanks,” you say bitterly, although nobody seems to have noticed.

“Nice band-aid,” he says after spotting the Captain America themed band-aid. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Just an accident.” He hummed as he scrolled through his phone.

“I think Peter is waiting for you in your room.” Your anger vanished a little after hearing that Peter was in your room.

“Why?”

“Something about studying for a physics test.” You knew that was a lie. You share five classes with Peter, Physics was one of them, and there was no Physics test to study for.

“Okay.” Your dad and Pepper walked off (probably to talk about that dude who keeps spreading rumors about SI), and you went to your room.

“Hey,” you say. Peter was sitting on the edge of your bed and you knew that he was expecting you. He was wearing his Spider-Man suit, except he was holding the mask in his hands. You didn’t like the accusatory look he was giving you one bit.

“I thought you said you weren’t feeling well,” Peter says. You felt bad about lying to him, but you knew that he would want you to talk about what was bothering you. You weren’t ready to talk to him about it and even if you were you weren’t sure if you should.

“I’m not.” Technically, in an emotional sort of way, you weren’t feeling well.

“You were at Eloise’s house.” You sigh, knowing you were probably going to be lectured. “Y/N something is bothering you. You know you can talk to me right? About anything.”

“I know. It’s not that important.” Again, you lied. You loved talking to Peter, but you really didn’t want to talk to him about this one specific thing.

“You do know that I know when you’re lying.” Damn spidey-senses.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Peter stood up and you had a feeling that he would start pacing any second.

“You don’t know that.” You knew that Peter wouldn’t understand. He knew exactly who he was. You thought you knew yourself, but your whole life has been one big lie. You weren’t who everyone thought you were.

“Pete, can we please talk about something else?”

“Fine.” Peter was most likely going to want to talk about it again, but he understood that now probably wasn’t the right time for you. “Do you want to go on patrol?”

“You haven’t already?” Peter usually goes on patrol immediately after school gets out. You were surprised that he hadn’t yet.

“No, I was waiting for you.” You nod your head as you feel a sigh blush creep up your cheeks.

“Okay, just let me get changed first.” Peter remains standing facing you. “You can turn around.”

“Oh- right.” Peter awkwardly coughs as he turns around.

“So how was school?” You find your suit stuffed in the corner of your closet. It sort of reminded you of Tris Prior from Divergent, except your outfit was more flexible and mostly bullet proof. You really needed to upgrade it against whatever it was that comes from stupid space guns. Your side was still a little bit sore, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

“A pain,” Peter scoffs. “Your emotions were really strong today.”

“Sorry.” You hadn’t realized that Peter’s senses would pick up on your emotions. You felt bad that it affected him so much.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he says softly. “I just want to be there for you.”

“I’m done.” You say.

Going on patrol with Peter was nothing short of refreshing. You missed spending time with him and it was the perfect distraction to everything you’ve been feeling up until this point.

There wasn’t a lot going on tonight other than one purse thief and a few shoplifters. You and Peter mostly hung out reminiscing about old times. It made you realize how while some things change too fast or too much, some things never do. Peter had the same brown eyes you loved. His laugh was still music to your ears. He was still the same person who saved you all those years ago.

Peter knew that he should have gone straight home after dropping you back off in your room, but for some reason he found himself wandering around in the park. It was like he needed to be there but he didn’t know what for.

After a while of mindlessly walking around, he sat down on a bench. He quickly stood back up again when he saw an all too familiar face. Eloise Day stood waiting not that far from where Peter was. She didn’t see him, but he definitely saw her.

A black van pulled up right next to her. It looked more like an old worn down ambulance that was painted black and rusting. Peter was ready to swoop in in case she was in danger but something told him she wasn’t.

A man exited the vehicle and shared a few words with your friend. She handed him something and in return she was given a small folder. Peter could instantly tell that whatever this was wasn’t good. He wanted to tell you, but would you believe him?

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strongsassysexysloane · 4 years

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You Kissed Me!

Here’s a little something.. It’s been sitting half done for a while and I got around to finishing it over a week ago but editing and mood and blah. Anyways hope you enjoy :)

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When things don't go according to plan and in the worst way possible, that's when some of the best moments happen..right?

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There was nowhere to go. You felt trapped and rightly so. The perp had you pinned to the ground, Harry McGregor had knocked you flat on your ass because you hadn't properly cleared a corner and he'd managed to get the drop on you. His hand was around your neck and you were scrambling at anything and everything to knock him off balance but he had one knee with almost his entire body weight pressed into your thigh and your other leg was trapped by his other leg so you had no way of nutting him or kicking him in any way. Not that you could because the oxygen was quickly becoming a problem by the rest of his weight pushing down on your neck.

"Hey!" Gibbs roared a gun placed to the back of the dirtbags head. "Stand up slowly."

If you could take a breath of relief you would've at the site of Gibbs standing behind the bastard as your eyelids had just started to close. Harry's hand immediately retracted from your neck as he put his hands up, Gibbs and McGee hauled him off you and Tim cuffed him.

You managed to suck in a breath as Gibbs helped you up. He cupped your cheek, looking you up and down to make sure nothing else was wrong. "I'm fi-ne"

"When you cough through fi-ne. You aren't fine." He shook his head and dropped his hand.

"Sorry Gibbs, I didn-"

"Doesn't matter. You'll kick yourself about it enough, won't happen again."

You shook your head in agreement with a smirk. You were already screaming at yourself for getting into that position, how could you be so stupid?! Such a Probie mistake. "You already called an ambulance, didn't you?"

"No, but you're coming with me to the hospital while McGee takes McGregor to the Navy Yard." He answered, following McGee and McGregor out of the house. You watched as McGee put him in the back of the sedan.

There wasn't any arguing when Gibbs had helped you into the other Sedan before talking to the team as McGee secured McGregor in the car. Tim had come from checking in with a witness and met you at McGregor's house as Gibbs and you had pulled up, Nick and Ellie had rocked up just as Gibbs came to the rescue.

Gibbs jumped in the driver's side and started the car. "It happens to everyone y/n. No point beating yourself up about it." He must've seen your mind racing, your eyes darting and you scratching at your neck. It still felt like there was a hand around it.

"Easier said than done Gibbs." You looked out the passenger window on the way to the hospital. You hated hospitals. Nothing good ever came from going to them, and this wasn't helping proving you wrong. Jack had pointed out the last time you were both in one that babies come out of hospitals which made you laugh. Screaming babies, just what you needed.

It thankfully didn't take long for the doctor to look you over and Gibbs waited outside, he hadn't said anything while waiting for the doctor and you knew he hated hospitals just as much as you did. If not more. You were watching the door like if you stared at it long enough you would magically walk out of it and out of these white walls. There was a flash of blonde followed by Gibbs yelling something before the door to your room burst open and there was Jack. She looked worried sick, like almost pale and then it changed, a flare of fire behind her eyes. You would've laughed if you weren't being closely examined by the doctor.

"Ma'am, can you please wait outside." The nurse tried to be so polite but as soon as Ma'am was uttered you knew it was no point.

"Jack, don't." You warned when you saw the anger being directed at the nurse instead of you. You knew the anger was her default because she was far more worried and upset than angry. Anger was her only way to control the tears. She needed to let it out on someone and it was about to be the poor nurse. Her eyes daring the nurse to take a step closer but you quickly thought of a compromise. "If she stays quiet, can she just sit in the corner?" There was no way Jack was going to leave. She was too bloody stubborn.

The nurse nodded and went back to her position, opposite the doctor. Jack huffed and slumped down in the chair in the corner of the room, just staring at you. Her lips were in a thin line and you couldn't help but smile, she was trying so hard. She would've spewed strings of words by now, some swear words mixed in, no doubt.

"Remember to breathe, Jack." She poked her tongue at you for that and this time you laughed as she went back to her closed mouth, crossing her arms over her chest.

The doctor made you do a few more breathing tests before giving you the all clear. "You'll have some bruising for a while, if it becomes uncomfortable place an ice pack on it for short increments at a time. Everything else seems to be fine. You didn't black out or were deprived of oxygen for an extended period of time so there's no concern for brain damage."

"That's preexisting." Jack mumbled and you quirked a brow at her, amused by her sass.

The doctor and nurse chuckled. "That may be, I have nothing to help in that case but just apply an ice pack as I said. If you feel light headed or anything out of the ordinary please come back in right away." He turned to Jack. "She should go home for the day. Make sure she rests."

You laughed as you slipped back into your jacket. "I have a report to finish. It's just desk work, Doc. I can do that can't I?"

That's when Gibbs walked into the room in front of the nurse, like her knew the right time to butt in. "That can wait until tomorrow."

You huffed and hopped off the bed, Gibbs handed you back your badge and sig. There was no point arguing against any of them at this point. Gibbs made sure Jack was taking you home before he left for the office.

Jack hadn't said anything since leaving the hospital and it was starting to annoy you. Did she really have nothing to say or was she taking this quiet thing way too seriously? "Jack?" You looked at her as she drove, her eyes trained on the road as she drove slower than her usual speed. It was even under the speed limit which had alarm bells sounding in your head.

"How- how?" It was all she could say and you sighed, slumping back in your seat. You'd been thinking the exact same thing for the past two hours and now Jack was about to rip you a new one.

"Let it out." You needed someone to yell at you or something. Gibbs was too nice, making sure you were ok instead of roaring protocol at you. Maybe that was coming tomorrow? It just made you feel off, you never liked the silent treatment.

"You scared the shit out of me-us. I got a call from Gibbs saying you were both at the hospital and you were hurt. I ran out of the office before he could say you were fine, ran into McGee and McGregor- oh boy if I had known! - I thought, I thoug -" She sucked in a shuddering breath and you couldn't believe how shaken she sounded. Now you definitely preferred the silent treatment over a scared Jack.

You two had been close for months now, some may see it as best friends but you knew there was something more. Your shared looks, the way you caught her staring at you from the promenade. Her touches and the twinge in your gut every time she was close or you just saw her. Your day wasn't complete without seeing or talking to her. There was one day a week ago when she didn't come into work because of personal reasons and you were in a crap mood all day, it clicked when you got home and received a text from her, your mood instantly lifted. This wasn't a feeling you had felt about someone before and it scared you. Nothing had scared you quite like how you felt about Jack, like she was the day to your night and these weren't feelings you were meant to have about a colleague or even a friend but here they were all the same.

You let yourself for a second imagine how if the situation was reversed how you might feel and that was possibly the worst feeling. You reached over and rested your palm on her knee. "I'm fine, Jack. As fine as I can be."

"I know. Just -" She kept getting the words stuck in her head, she didn't know how to process her feelings or tell you how she felt without letting it all out. There was a line she wanted to cross but knew this wasn't the way to do it.

You squeezed her knee before retracting you hand but you didn't get too far before she interlaced her fingers with yours. "I didn't clear a room properly and he got the drop on me. My fault really."

"What? That he strangled you? Fuck no." You both laughed at her rash words, your eyes dropped to your joined hands and you smiled. Her hand fit perfectly in yours, you wanted to roll your eyes at such a thought but it did.

The rest of the car ride was silent, you listened to the radio and Jack did her best at driving with one hand. She pulled up to your apartment, ran around the car quickly in an attempt to open your door but you shooed her away. Other than some discomfort around your neck you really were fine. But that didn't stop her from hanging around, making you a hot cup of green tea and a sandwich while you showered. She placed everything on the coffee table by the couch when you walked back into the living room. The shower had washed away some of the feeling of a hand around your neck but not the butterflies of having Jack in your apartment.

"Jack!" You whined seeing the food and drink waiting on the table for you.

"Shut up and eat something." She sat down beside you on the couch, placing the plate in your lap when you made no attempt of grabbing it. "Eat."

You pouted but took a bite and a smile spread across your lips. "Nutella?"

"Well you don't have any kind of salad or jelly in your fridge so Nutella was the only option." She smiled, leaning back into the couch, her arm spread across the back of the couch. You could feel the bend in the cushion and wanted so badly to lean back to feel her skin against yours but you concentrated on the sandwich instead.

Now that you knew it was a Nutella sandwich you devoured it easily. Placing the plate back on the coffee table you wrapped your hands around the cup of tea and sunk back into your couch. This time you could feel Jack's arm and leaned into it, rolling your head to the side to look at her. "Thank you."

She smiled and your stomach twinged again. Her other hand came up and gently caressed the side of your neck, she must've been expecting a flinch because there was concern written all over her face but you didn't and she relaxed, her thumb ghosting over the bruises there. Her eyes scanning over you, up to your lips before she looked you in the eyes. "Any time."

You smiled, bringing the cup up to your lips, eyes still locked with hers, she was looking at you with such care and devotion, it made your heart skip a few. You swallowed and placed the cup back in your lap, closing your eyes as her thumb caressed over your neck and her hand went up to cup your cheek. You felt her shift on the couch but didn't open your eyes, enjoying her touch too much and honestly you were exhausted. There was a soft press to the corner of your mouth and it took you a second to register that it was her lips. You froze, every nerve in your body suddenly very aware of how she was touching you and her lips left too soon. Too soon for you to react and you just wanted more.

Your eyes shot open as her hand left your skin, her face only inches away. She wasn't looking at you anymore, her eyes focused on her thumbnail that she was fiddling with in her hand. You placed your cup of tea on the table and took her hand before she ripped her finger nail entirely off. You placed her hand back on your neck closed the gap between you. It wasn't fast or desperate like you thought your first kiss would be. Her lips were soft and gentle against yours. You brought your hand up to thread into her hair, deepening the kiss only enough to make her gasp before pulling back.

Her eyes stayed shut as you pulled away, her teeth pinching her bottom lip and you wanted nothing more to kiss her again, sucking on that lip but you needed her to open her eyes before you could do that. A smile curled her lips and the worry you didn't realise was building, dissipated. "You kissed me." It was a mix of surprise and realization. Her eyes shot open at her words, rich golden-brown drowning in yours.

"You kissed me first."

"You were sitting there being all cute and always irresistible myself control went out the window." She shrugged, shifting so she was sitting closer, her feet tucked in and her arm across the back of the couch came to rest on your shoulders. Her fingers playing with your hair at the base of your neck as she leaned closer.

Her nose brushing against yours, drawing a wider smile from your lips. "You keep touching me like that and I can't help it."

"Then I can't help but kiss you." She leaned back, her eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

You lean forward, looking from her sparkling eyes to her flushed cheeks and soft lips. "I'm not going to stop you." You breathe as she closes the gap.

Her lips ghost over yours, causing you to whimper before she captures your lips, her fingers threading more purposefully into your hair. Her other hand gently curling around the back of your neck, holding you in place. This time she kisses you with the perfect mix of passion and softness, your injury still present in both your minds. You part your lips as her tongue eagerly pleads for access and you let her explore, enjoying every second of it as she crowds your space.

You pull apart, coughing at the lack of oxygen. "I'm fine." You say as you look at Jack's face plastered with concern, her shoulders tense up watching you struggle for breath, "You didn't hurt me, don't worry." You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek in the process and she leans into your touch. She turns her head to place a kiss into your palm.

"Probably have to wait a few days for your breathing to be back to normal." Your hand drops from her cheek as she leans her forehead against yours.

"You'll just have to kiss me in other places." You smirk, the words spilling out before you can filter them but Jack does exactly that. She started with your cheek, then across your jaw and down your neck before her phone buzzed. It gave you a moment for your heart to catch up.

"Son of a bitch." She grumbled, shifting to pick up her phone from the coffee table. "What?" Her voice laced with venom.

You knew it was Gibbs the moment she looked at the caller ID and still groused through the phone. He was the only person she'd ever give that tone with and you smiled as she rolled her eyes. A hand came up to cover your mouth before you could say the smart-ass thing you were about to so you just kissed it her palm instead. Your tongue coming out to poke her palm and she pulled away rolling her eyes.

"I'll be in soon. The profile is on my- Fine.. She's good." Her eyes went back to yours, "I didn't want to leave her until I knew she wasn't going to go anywhere." She said, "I mean it is a very successful persuasion tactic."

Your brows furrowed, unable to hear his end of the conversation but the last sentence made you very confused. Rethinking over everything that had happened and then it clicked.

"Now she's concerned. I have to go. I'll be in within the hour." She smiled, "I know it only takes twenty minutes from y/n's place." With that she hung up, not wanting to draw out the conversation any longer and too preoccupied by you.

"So kissing me was to keep me from not going into work?" You couldn't even believe the words that were exiting your mouth. All your feelings now jumbled and confused. She always made you over think every little thing so you were drawing conclusions that you hated.

"God no! I was just teasing. You usually get my teasing.."

"Honestly trying not to pinch myself in case I wake up. So-" You couldn't find the words to describe what you were feeling.

Jack nodded, pulling you close, pressing her lips against yours for a moment before sitting back to look at you. "I know. He was just being Gibbs so I sassed him. Didn't mean to make you think this didn't mean anything less than amazing or something I haven't been dreaming of for months."

"Kiss me again."

Jack did as she was told with a smile and pressed her lips against yours and then a quick peck to the corner of your mouth before reluctantly pulling away. You huffed a puff of disappointment which only amused Jack further. "Anything longer and I won't be able to leave and Gibbs want's me in interrogation."

"That sounds like a bad idea."

"But who's going to question the almighty Gibbs?"

"Usually you, actually."

"Good point but I enjoy a good challenge." She brushed her nose against yours, placing a feather light kiss just under your eye. "Okay I need to go."

"That definitely sounds like a bad idea." You both laugh as Jack hops up, not before kissing the top of your head. You could definitely get use to her need to touch or kiss you all the time.

You follow her to the door, far enough back to check out her arse and watch as she slips on her boots and jacket. Her quirked eyebrow as she straightened up let you know that she absolutely caught you checking her out but her face turned serious before walking out. "Promise me you won't do anything crazy."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "I have a strong urge to go on a seven-mile run." You wink as she shakes her head.

"You can barely handle three miles." She laughs, cupping your cheek as you pout but it disappears as she leans in and kisses your forehead.

"It's just so boring. Give me a punching bag any day."

Her laughter continued as she opens the door and you watch her walk to her car, waving as she drives away. You smile and shake your head as you close the front door, this day had started off in the worst possible way but had quickly turned into the most magical one. It was only 1300. You hadn't made any plans to see Jack later on but there was no doubt that you'd either hear from her or see her before the day was out. She probably would've stayed if Gibbs hadn't called and you wouldn't have stopped her.

That seven-mile run never happened, once you crashed on the couch there wasn't any need to get up other than for the toilet once and then passed out on the couch for the remaining of the afternoon while the tv played in the background. The sun was just setting as a loud thump came from your front door. It continued rapidly when you didn't respond right away.

"Coming!" You flicked on the lamp by the couch as you walked to your front door, rubbing your eyes as you opened it.

Jack burst through the door, "You scared the crap out of me!" One hand holding a plastic bag and the other wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don't you answer your phone?" She pulled back, looking you up and down, making sure you were alright.

"It's on silent, sorry." Jack runs her fingers over your neck, your bruises. "I put it on silent when I know for sure I will not be called in for work. Gibbs knows to call my land line if he needs to get me on days off." The explanation did nothing to alleviate the worry Jack had in her eyes. "Sorry." You repeat, leaning in and kissing her lips.

She seemed to relax after that, a soft hum escaping her body. Leaning back, she lifted up the plastic bag that had delicious smells coming from it and went into your living room, sitting down on her spot on the couch. You can't help but smile to yourself at how quickly that had come to be her spot. Leaning against the door frame happily watching as she unpacked take out containers on to your coffee table. "Well because you didn't answer I just guessed you haven't had dinner and brought pasta." She looked so at home in your place, slipping her shoes off and putting them to the side before waiting for you to reply or move.

"Love pasta but right now.." Jack's brow quirked as you sit down beside her, crowding her space again and kissing her before she could say anything. You hadn't managed to get her out of your head all afternoon, your dreams didn't help either. So, when she showed up at your door with dinner it took all your energy not to throw yourself on her there and then plus her worry had halted you in your tracks.

Her hands come up and her fingers thread into your hair, bringing you even closer as you swing your right leg over her lap, straddling her. Your hands resting, fisting the back of the couch. You pulled away, sucking in oxygen but you didn't open your eyes right away, enjoying the moment as Jack's hands moved down and holding you in place on her lap. "That some kind of thank you?" She smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth and then leaving a trail down your neck.

You hummed and groaned as she sucked harder at the base of your neck, smiling as you made all kinds of sounds when she kissed certain spots. "Think the dinner's getting cold." You breathe, sinking further into her lap, drawing a moan out of her.

"It is." She made a trail of soft kisses back up to your lips. "Want me to stop?"

You looked into her eyes as she straightened up, whiskey brown almost gone, her eyes dripping with desire as she captured your lips again. The only thing stopping you both was the grumble that came from your stomach which betrayed you and broke the kiss.

The pasta was worth the post-poned making out on the couch session, after all you could get back to that once you both had eaten. You shared glances and small talk between bites. Jack updated you on the case and was proud that she restrained herself enough in interrogation.

You sunk back into the couch, your stomach grumbling for an entirely different reason now. Jack is as full as you so you end up snuggled together on the couch, your head resting on her shoulder with her wrapped around you. A tv show catches both your attentions and you sit in mostly silence watching together. One episode leads into three and you can't keep your eyes open much longer.

"Think it's time to get you into bed." You hear Jack mumble and nod your head in agreement. She helps you up and into your bedroom, flipping the covers back on your bed and you hop in. Jack turns to leave but you catch her hand. "I'm just going out to pack up the takeout and I'll be back to see you before I leave. She places a kiss to your forehead and you let go of her hand.

It's less than five minutes and she's back to check on you but you couldn't stay awake long enough. Your soft purrs make her smile as she sits down on the bed by your hip, her fingers brush away hair that's fallen on your face. You hum at the feeling but don't quite wake up.

"You're beautiful, I don't know what I would've done if-" She cuts herself off, the words lodged in her throat. "Good night y/n." She leans forward gently pressing her lips to your forehead.

"Don't go.." You murmur, your hand coming out from under the blankets to seek out her.

"I was going to sleep on the co-" She laughs as you tug her hand, she braces herself so she doesn't fall on you but gets the hint and climbs into bed behind you. She slips off her top, her singlet underneath was comfortable enough to sleep in and shucks off her pants. You get impatient and roll over, still mostly asleep but you find some skin and your eyes snap open. Jack laughs at you and snuggles into a comfortable position facing you. "I can't sleep in my work clothes, now can I?"

"Guess not." Your hand coming up to cup her cheek and she turns kissing your palm. "Thank you for staying."

"Happy to." She wriggles closer, capturing your lips in a soft kiss and then pulls back to place another on your forehead. "Sleep, you've had a long day."

You had to agree but now that you were awake you needed to say something. "Jack I can't get you out of my head. I've tried to fight it for so long but after today. What are we doing?" Never in your dreams did you think Jack Sloane would be in your bed but here she was. This morning was hectic enough but because of that here you both were, snuggled up in bed together.

Her lips curled into a soft smile; your eyes adjusted to the darkness that you could make it out. Her eyes looking into yours when she found her answer. "I've liked you for so long, I never crossed the blurred line because I was scared. Scared of being turned down, of our friendship being ruined but when Gibbs called this morning. I knew, -" She paused, catching her breath along with her emotions. "I was going to say something in the hospital room but it was too crowded and then I didn't want it to seem like I was doing it because-"

You smiled, she was rambling, once she started spilling her feelings she didn't know how to stop. Now you had the moment to do what you'd always wanted to do, kiss her in the middle of talking. She smiled as you captured her lips, you were expecting a slap to the shoulder but instead she returned the kiss, cupping your cheek before you broke apart. "I know." With your foreheads touching, you closed your eyes and focused on her breathing. It eventually leveled out and so did yours. It carried you off to sleep and that night your dreams didn't come close how good the reality to would be when you woke up with Jack Sloane in your arms.

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idunnoficsorsumthing · 4 years

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How is everyone okay with this?

I was thinking of maybe making this a series of like cute hogwarts moments of parents moments from George and Y/n especially with kids at hogwarts.... Let me know.

Also something that surprises me is how can everyone say goodbye to their children and just send them to boarding school but also I get. Just ditch the kids on that train and have ten month vacation? YES.

“They’ll have to go to Hogwarts sometime.” George said, you shake your head. As a muggleborn you had never understood how parents could send their children to that god awful school. The stories Harry told about his first year, and then second all the other years had made you decide you would not be sending your children there. “No!” you said angry. The two of you had this discussion many times when they were younger. George had let you go your way when it came to the kid’s education, he would sit with either of them at the kitchen table and help with math problems, and you’d teach them at home because every sneeze from Ophelia meant that every nose turned turquoise in her vicinity. Or, every class toad would be released by Alfie without so much as a glance. You couldn’t let them out on their own because they had no control of their magical abilities in quite an extraordinary way. They were only eight year old when Mcgonacall was first offered to let stay at Hogwarts after Neville discussed the twins with her. You thought they were too young, and instead you kept them home from school, and the two of you taught them yourself. Which meant the two of you were very lenient when it came to travelling. They came with the two of you when you went to Romania for a few weeks to visit Charlie, they came along to America, France, Vietnam, and many other countries the four of you traveled to. But, now your babies were almost eleven, and you knew that stupid letter would arrive. “They are so young, George. Our babies.” you argued. George chuckled. “We cannot keep them forever. They need to learn magic.” George said, you looked at the ground, and you knew he was right. He stepped closer to you, putting his fingers under your chin to force you to look at him. “She’ll do great.” he said: “Just have faith in them.” he said, with a smile. “But, I’ll miss them too much.” you pouted. George laughed, he put his arms around you for a hug. “You’ll appreciate them more in the summer vacation.” he said, you couldn’t help but feel sad, the two of you never had any more children than the twins, only now you understood why Molly had seven.

You stood at the platform with tears in your eyes, as George went off to put the kid’s trunk in the train. “Forget that owl your dad gave you. Here I have my own gift for you.” you said, taking out two iphones for the kids. You had saved some money so you could each buy their own. You didn’t agree with giving kids phones but you felt desperate to keep in close contact with the two. “Just call me whenever you feel lonely or text.” you said, she had a smile on her face. “Mum, I’m not sure they’ll have cell reception at Hogwarts.” Ophelia said she was confident for her age. Something she definitely got from George. “Keep your sister out of trouble.” you tell Alfie. He was the spitting image of George. Although in his opinion he looked more like Fred. Teddy and Victoire said they’d let them hang out if they got lonely and Neville, who was your Hogwarts best friend, said he’d keep an eye out, and the feeling of wanting to keep them here was so strong within you. You couldn’t understand how all these parents could do it. You wanted them to be happy to go to school so you hold your tears. George came back, and Ophelia hid her cellphone in her jacket pocket. “Are you ready to board the train?” he asked. Ophelia nodded. You give her a hug, and a kiss on her cheek. Next was George, who was beaming with pride for his daughter. He held her a little too long as she tried to wriggle herself out of his embrace and he ruffled her curls. You hug Alfie, and whisper that you loved him, giving him a kiss. “Dad!” Ophelia said, when George was still hugging Alfie. “Alright. Have fun and don’t let me get a letter about your mischief.” They hurried to the train only looking back once, leaving the two of you standing there. You unconsciously held your breath as the train started to move. All the other parents waved at the children who each had their hand poking out of the window to wave. You suddenly burst into tears because your babies had left. George held you in his embrace. “They are going to be fine.” he mumbled.

The phone rang around ten. You pick up the phone, you and George were watching a movie. “Hello Sweetie. How is Hogwarts?’ you ask. You turn on the phone on speaker. “What house are you in?” George asked. You look at your husband and even though you knew it was important for him to know which house they were in, it wasn’t so much for you. “I’m Gryffindor, dad.” Ophelia said he wouldn’t let her know if he was disappointed if she was in any other house. But, you could just tell he was glad she was Gryffindor. “THat’s bloody brilliant, darling.” he said: “Are you having fun?” you pause the movie to listen more intently. “Oh yes, I already made a friend. Ellis Wood, he is a Hufflepuff.” she said, George chuckled. “Oh yes. I used to play quidditch with his father.” George said, you just listen to your husband reminiscing about whose children are in her year. “You should go to sleep, it is going to be a long day tomorrow.” you tell her before the two of them gossip through the night. “Goodnight mum. Bye dad.” Ophelia said, hanging up the phone. When you realised she hadn’t handed the phone to Alfie. You dial the number, it only went over a couple of times before he picked up. “Mum?” he answered. “Hi honey.” you said, you heard soft sobs, and you thought you heard your heart breaking. “What is going on?” you ask. He was probably just homesick. “I want to go home, mum.” Alfie cried. George gave you the look, like you had raised a momma’s boy. “Can we go?” you whisper to George. He raised his eyebrow, and hesitated. “Fine, kid. We’ll just have a chat with uncle Neville.” George said to Alfie. “Just stay put.” he added. He hung up the phone. You had a smile on your face. “What are you laughing about?” he asked with a devilish smile. “At Least one of our kids misses us. Don’t you find that a bit enjoyable?” you ask. He shook his head, with a laugh.

Not an hour later you were sitting in Mcgonacall’s office chatting with her while Alfie was sitting in the hallway. “Well it is normal for the young students to feel a bit homesick, and it is highly irregular for parents to come to the school in the middle of the night.” She said, she had a smile on her face though. “He is a hufflepuff at heart like you, Y/n.” She said: “But, the sorting hat put him in Gryffindor.” you could tell George was happy with it. “And you Mr. Weasley, how dare you hand those children the attributes to cause trouble even before they entered the train?” She said stern, you could tell George knew more of this by the look on his face. “I have no idea what you are referring to.” he said, innocently. “Can we just talk to him?” you ask her. She nods. The two of you get up, and George was already out of the room when Mcgonacall said this: “I suspect young Alfred asked the sorting hat for Gryffindor, but I can only assume he is too sensitive at heart.” without looking up from the papers in front of her.

The two of you sat down next to Alfie either on one side of your son. “Can I go home?” He asked. You shake your head, George put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be scared, bean.” George said, Alfie looked up at you with the same brown eyes as his dad. “Please mum. These people already gave me detention!” he said, you locked eyes with George, and it was like he won. Alfie wasn’t homesick; he and Ophelia just got in trouble. “Yes, I heard about it. Do you want to tell what happened?” you ask. Alfie looked at the ground. “Ophelia and I replaced the taffy on the trolley with dad’s puking pastilles.” Alfie confessed and the two of you laughed expecting the other to be serious. “Way to go little man” You said, George held up his hand for a high five. “You’re not mad?” Alfie asked. You shrug. “Let me tell you the good part about Hogwarts.” George said: “you’ll get punished here enough.” He looked at you and even though the two of you knew that wasn't exactly the case. The two of you just didn’t want Alfie to feel even worse on his first day. Alfie laughed because he didn’t know the two of you weren’t joking.

The two of you said goodbye to Alfie, as the two of you walked down the corridors of Hogwarts. “Remember we shagged in the astronomy tower?” George reminded you. You look at your husband with a laugh. “We also shagged in that cupboard. Where are you going with this?” you ask. You gestured at the cupboard. The evil smirk vanished from his face. “We should just go home.” he said, George pecked a kiss on your lips. “What was that for?” you ask. He had a smile on his stupid face. “I am glad your hufflepuff genes didn’t ruin our kids into goodie two shoes.” he said, you glared at him. “I also don’t like Ophelia hanging out with Oliver Wood’s kid.” he said, you laugh. “He always was an idiot.” you chuckle, putting your hands around his neck and kissing George.

Christmas break, and you were excited for the train to arrive at the perron. “Calm down they’ll be home in a bit.” Bill laughed. He had Victoire already at Hogwarts, with Louis, and Dominique at home with Fleur waiting for their sister to return. “She has the entire christmas break planned. Because she wants to do a muggle christmas.” George made fun of you. You stick out your tongue at your husband. You look amongst all the children in black robes, when you saw Teddy, with Victoire on his arm, with Ophelia, Ellis, and Alfie following them. “Mum!” She said, ran towards you. “I’m her favorite.” you said, sticking once again your tongue to George. He scrunched his nose, you hugged Ophelia when she reached you. “I missed you, bean.” you said, kissing her all over her face. She rubbed away the kisses on her cheeks with the back of her hand. George patted her over her head. She had grown so much. Or, maybe that is how you felt after you hadn’t seen her in months. The other reached you too, and you pulled Alfie in for a hug. “Mum stop!” he said embarrassed. But, you didn’t care. “My babies are back” you cooed. “I am sorry you have to witness this.” Alfie turned to Ellis, who was laughing. “I have to go find my parents. Have a nice break, Weasleys” he said to the twins.

Tagged: @enchantedcruelsummer

#Alfie and Ophelia #george weasley #george x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george x y/n #wizarding world

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an-dromedia · 4 years

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if regulus black was the potions professor instead of snape

some of my headcanons if regulus was the potions professor instead of snape because i can't sleep. please give credit and tag me if you use/take inspiration from these. i’d like so see what you create :)

after coming back from the cave, he decided to talk to dumbledore for help

dumbledore offers regulus the position as a spy and the potions position when it becomes available

surprise. it became available

everyone was a bit doubtful when regulus first started working there

even though he was also head of house for slytherin, the younger slytherins were doubtful

after his first year, the students and staff start to like him

he’s gentle and kind while also being strict and determined

every year, when first years get scared to go to potions because they know about the blacks and how the entire family is crazy and dark, the older years help them

the students learn that he isn't like his family at all and he easily becomes one of their favorite professors

his door is always open for students to ask questions

students start to come to him when they’re having problems with their homework

after a while, students come just to read in silence or to play a game of chess and his room becomes a comfortable place to hang out and regulus accepts it

when students get assigned detention from regulus, they always end up sitting in the room to work on their homework, because even if they did something bad, regulus doesn’t feel right taking away their time

whenever he’s on night patrol and finds a student alone because they can't sleep, he sits next to them by a window and points out different constellations and stories about the stars until they fall asleep and he takes them to their common room, lays them on the couch with a blanket

sooner or later, one student comes in when they don't want to go home because of their parents or guardians and regulus works out an agreement with dumbledore

any student that doesn't feel safe at home will stay with regulus at grimmauld place under the guise of summer school

when the agreement first becomes knowledge to students, only three students come up to him asking if they could join him

the next year, he brings home nine students

regulus is just as nice at home as he is at school

he never forces students to do anything, just occasionally points them in the right direction

he always has food out for them and never denies them their human rights like food, a bed, the bathroom, clothes, etc.

when 1991 comes around, he notices his brothers godson and his cousins son

he can tell harry was or is being abused by the state of his clothes on the weekends, his lack of hunger and his smaller form than the other kids

so, like he does every year, he announces in his classes his home away from home for kids who don't feel safe at home (which he later names GHOUL, grimmaulds home for unsafe learners)

at the end of the year, young harry potter comes up to him and asks if he can join ghoul. regulus, of course, lets him.

he helps harry get through his past abuse, like he does with the other students there

he tells harry stories about his family. he tells harry that he has a godfather who is in azkaban and is the reason his parents are dead

that summer, he has harry, adrian pucey, a slytherin who would be going into his fourth year, kenneth towler, a gryffindor also going into his fourth year, katie bell, a gryffindor going into her third year, elora dunn, a coming fifth year in hufflepuff and nicholas grimmett, a ravenclaw going into his sixth year at his home

when harry comes to him saying he can hear someone speaking in the walls, regulus doesn't know what to tell him, besides that he should come to him if he hears it again and what it says. spoiler: harry comes back again

when the dueling/parseltongue incident happened, regulus spent around twenty minutes telling harry it was okay, and that parsel was a trait in the potter family that most forgot about

regulus is extremely worried when harry goes to the chamber of secrets

when he comes back up, regulus gives him the biggest hug when harry starts crying about how voldemort was ruining his life

that year, the same six students come home with him, plus amelie ellis and her twin brother milo ellis, coming second years in ravenclaw and hufflepuff respectively

sirius black escapes azkaban. students immediately look at him when its announced by dumbledore at the opening feast

remus lupin watches him warily the first couple days. after that, they become friends of sorts

when his dear brother shows up, regulus feels guilty for not pushing for sirius to get his trial

regulus, having a brain and all, ties peter pettigrew up and turns him into the ministry

after that, sirius joins the kids at grimmauld after being declared a free man and cleared by mindhealers

ghoul now extended to younger students now that sirius was home all the time. the ellis twins bring their younger sister, freya. adrian pucey brings his baby brother elijah. kenneth towlers brings his sister renee.

nicholas grimmett leaves the house now that he graduated, but promises to write. regulus reminds him that ghoul was open for him whenever he’d like.

harry potter’s name gets called out of the goblet of fire. regulus blacks heart sinks. he can tell that his other ghoul students hearts also sink. they had become family and he can't let family get hurt

he does everything he can to get harry not to compete, but to no avail

regulus helps harry as much as he can

the yule ball comes around and regulus encourages harry to ask who he wanted to ask. harry says he can't. he ends up asking luna lovegood, a third year ravenclaw who harry had become close to during a late night excursion (regulus had caught harry telling luna about the stars when she couldn't sleep like regulus does to him)

the end of the tournament comes quickly and harry comes with cedric diggorys body

regulus consoles harry while telling him it wasn't his fault

when harry came to regulus the next year after detention with umbridge, regulus has a fit

if the ministry was allowing this, they were in dire need of a new minister. regulus goes to the goblins instead

the goblins arrest umbridge for possessing illegal goblin property.

regulus ends up doubling positions and teaches potions and dada (its hard, but the students know he's trying his best and help him wherever they can)

draco malfoy tells regulus that his father was joining a raid to find the prophecy and that voldemort was planning to send harry a fake vision of sirius black being held by death eaters. regulus tells harry and harry ignores it when it happens

no one goes to the department of mysteries besides death eaters

draco malfoy comes to him again at the end of the year and tells him that his father wants him to take the dark mark. if his father can't find him, theres no dark mark. draco joins ghoul. draco isn't the only student that ends up joining them after their parents told them they were going to get the dark mark over the summer

the next dada teacher isn't terrible, but also not excellent like remus lupin was

dumbledore tries to get harry to go find a horcurx with him but regulus informs him that he already found that horcrux and it was destroyed by the goblins

when harry tells regulus and sirius that he and hermione and ron have to go look for horcruxes, the brothers are devastated. it was a dangerous mission. regulus gives harry a two-way journal in which harry and regulus could write to each other. harry gives him the longest hug before he leaves

when voldemort calls all of his followers on the day of may 2nd, regulus ignores the call. he was in excruciating pain but poppy casts a numbing spell on his arm. it helps, but he can still feel the pain

when regulus walked into the great hall for the first time since chaos broke, he was heartbroken to see the dead bodies. he could see a circle of his ghoul students so he walked over to them, only to with he didn't. kenneth towler laid dead. amelie ellis was sobbing uncontrollably, saying he was dead because of her. once he calmed her down, she explained though broken sobs that he had jumped in front of an AK for her. the poor boy wasn't even a student anymore. he only came back to fight. the boy was well on his way to a potions mastery because regulus had helped him develop his love for the subject. regulus comforted all of his children while he could

regulus cried when harry told him he was going to the forest to meet dumbledore

when hagrid comes back carrying harrys limp body, it takes everything regulus has got to not drop to the ground sobbing. his children were next to him and he needed to protect them, no matter what it took.

when harry jumped out of hagrid’s arms, regulus was so relieved. draco jumped out and gave harry his wand.

when it was all said and done, none of his other children died. regulus had jumped in front of crucios, hexes, jinxes, curses, all to make sure none of his children were hurt

when regulus and his children returned back home, they were greeted by sirius and the younger children who's siblings had brought them there or just any of the younger hogwarts students who hadn't wanted to fight, regulus had sent them here.

regulus sat with each one of his kids to talk about what they went through and if they needed help.

in an empty journal, he started to kept track of all of his students. starting with his first student, lucas mitchell, the ravenclaw who started it all to his most recent, stella chapman a young slytherin. he also kept track of what his graduated students were up to like lucas mitchell who was studying to become a healer. the journal was available to everyone who wanted to see it. as of may 2nd, 1998, he had had a total of 56 students that call(ed) grimmauld their home.

over the summer, regulus invited all of his current and graduated ghoul students to a party of sorts. before dinner, regulus announced the passing of kenneth towlers to those who didn't know. he said that he knew it was hard for them, the ghoul students had grown to be brothers and sisters, but they would always be there for each other and that ghouls door were always open to them

harrys year had the option to come back to finish their newts. harry chose to go back, along with most of his year. their classes were merged with the current seventh years as they were studying the same material

during the first month of the year, regulus learned who harry had wanted to ask to the yule ball but couldn't. draco malfoy. harry came up to him all nervous and anxious and told him he was gay and dating draco. regulus had smiled and congratulated him. he told him he was so proud of him for telling him. harry smiled and hugged him, all while thanking him for accepting him

when harry graduated, him and his ghoul students (ghoulies as they now called themselves) cheered the loudest.

harry came up to him after and told him he was going to become a defense against the dark arts professor now that the curse was lifted and that he wanted to help out with ghoul. regulus told him he would always be welcome to help the ghoulies.

draco then came up and asked to be his apprentice because he wanted to be a potions master like regulus. normally, future potions masters didn't have to have an apprenticeship, but draco said he wanted to because he wanted to help with ghoul while working. regulus accepted him as his apprentice

when the years passed, regulus was named headmaster once dumbledore and mcgonagall left and draco was named potions professor and head of slytherin house. now they had professor black, the potions teacher and headmaster black. draco had taken on his mothers maiden name when his father was condemned to azkaban (but he was going to change it to potter when he and harry got married)

regulus retired when he was 97, dedicating his time to ghoul. neville longbottom took up the place of headmaster and harry the place of head of gryffindor

ghoul was officially known throughout the wizarding world and regulus went down in wizarding history to have had the first ever home for unsafe wizarding children. it was still the only house in wizarding england

when regulus finally passed away, he saw james and lily potter who thanked him for taking care of their little boy and being a father to him. after that, he saw kenneth towlers and elora dunn who had died in the middle of an explosion in 2016 during one of her auror missions. they both thanked him profusely.

many, many, many years passed and regulus finally saw harry again. harry had had a baby boy with draco who they named scorpius regulus potter. they had also had a girl, lily narcissa potter. a year later, regulus saw draco again.

ghoul was still running after regulus and sirius’ passing. first by the potters, then renee towlers, then by the potter siblings, scorpius and lily who were the current heads of ghoul. teddy lupin, the current hogwarts headmaster after neville longbottom, lets them come in on the first day of school and everyday for the last week of school to remind them that ghoul was there for them. for when scorpius or lily weren't around, there was a sheet in the great hall, the library, the room of requirement and each of the common rooms for the students if they chose to go to ghoul.

and not once did severus snape ever do something as caring for the students as regulus black would've done

let me know if you want a whole fic on this :)

ao3: asgardixn | wattpad: asgradixn

update: this is now being turned into a fic on ao3 and wattpad.

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wishfulcynic · 3 years

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Catching Up

Catch up.

I think this is the first time I’ve been tagged in one of these things! @crescentbunny tagged me.

Rules: tag every person you want to know better/catch up with and then answer the following questions.

Three ships:

Amell/Morrigan (Dragon Age: Origins)

Hawke/Merrill/Isabela (Dragon Age 2 - I will go down with this polycule)

Shakarian (Femshep/Garrus)

Harmony (Harry Potter/Hermione Granger)

The Leverage OT3

Nobody ever stops at three.

Last songs listened to:

Run You (The Qemists)

Daredevil (Ace Combat 7 Soundtrack)

This is Gonna Hurt (Sixx A.M.)

Currently Watching:

Besides the same shows I have on for background noise, I just finally watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse because it’s about to leave Netflix. Holy shit.

Currently reading: Several different fanfics and the Battletech novel Wolf Pack.

How’s it going:

The last few weeks, I’ve been picking up, on average, an hour and a half of overtime every day, because management apparently doesn’t realize that the best way to cut down on overtime is to hire more people. The bright side is they seem to have finally figured out who’s competent and who isn’t on my team, so when one of the incompetent people starts complaining about procedures or when someone on another team accuses us of some stupid shit we didn’t do, they’ve started listening to us instead of just jumping on us and handing out written warnings. It’s actually been an improvement, considering I nearly lost my job in the summer and the only thing stopping me from quitting my job in the middle of a global pandemic was losing my health insurance. The only (admittedly numerous) annoyances at my job have been the lower-level idiots I have to deal with on a daily basis, who frankly scare me because they’re the ones the customers interact with. And if your response to being told you made a math error on a form is “what’s math?” then maybe you shouldn’t be employed. If your attitude towards amounts, deadlines, and account numbers is “eh, close enough,” maybe working at a bank isn’t the job for you!

That said, working from home has been a blessing. I’ve been in a far better headspace not having to go into the office and not having to wake up early, pretend I care about my appearance, and fight through traffic has put hours back into my days. If nothing else, being able to hang up the phone, bellow profanity for someone giving me shit over their incompetence, and not have anyone give me an annoyed look has been nice.

Seeing Mass Effect allegedly coming back from the dead and the handful of tiny tidbits BioWare has thrown us for Dragon Age has been...disheartening. Not that I don’t love these games, it’s just that BioWare is still working under EA’s boot, and considering that EA as a company gives me strong serial killer vibes, I’m wondering how they’re going to fuck it up this time. Not to mention that the ME remaster almost certainly isn’t going to fix the numerous issues with the games, and whatever ME4 will be is going to have to work off the ending of 3. As for Dragon Age 4, I’ve come to realize that the problem with giving us the opportunity to make large decisions in games that import your choices means that most of your choices, in the long run, wind up meaning precisely dick. None of your boons in Origins get passed along, Hawke gets written to be a specific way no matter what your choices were in 2, and no matter who you choose as Divine, the Circle will eventually come back. You can’t claim our choices matter and then cut off the branches to force the story back into the narrow track you plotted out. Plus, several of the shitty-ass writers like Lukas Kristjanson are still there, and while hopefully Greg Ellis finally kneecapped his own career and we won’t have to deal with Cullen anymore, I’m not sure I’m feeling the BioWare magic anymore.

However, I did finally get my sister into Dragon Age, which has been both heartwarming and endlessly amusing to watch her play a mage whose first reaction to everyone and everything is “can I stab them and/or rob their corpse?” Some other highlights from her play-through are “this 90s slut top is giving me life,” “why is Duncan killing my himbos,” “can I go Palpatine on this guy yet,” and “who is this big-headed bitch?” Her getting into it actually got me writing Dragon Age again, so we’ll see if this holds and I actually wind up writing the Inquisition fanfic I’ve been saying I wasn’t going to do since January 2016.

Tagging: @himalayanwhite, @letmesharpenyourclaws, @heathenvampires, and @theunrealinsomniac. Half of you are fanfic writers - I’m a big fan.

#mass effect #dragon age #me

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 4 years

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Someone Special - A Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 9)

Part 8

Album Release Week.

Harry sighed pouring himself another drink as he sat in his home in Malibu. He was in California for the week due to it being the week his album would be released. He had the Late Late Show he would be filming and hosting for, along with some listening parties and of course, his sold out show on Friday. Releasing his album was something he looking forward to for so long, so it should be his happiest week, right?

But it wasn’t. He did his best trying to hide his feelings from his friends and from himself. It was easier when he was distracted or just hanging out with his friends, but when he was alone, that’s when the flashback of that last night with you came flooding back.

“I can’t do this,” you said. “I can’t just be your friend. I thought I could, hell, I need to only be your friend, but I can’t. I just can’t.”

Harry stared at you for what seemed like hours as he processed your words. He wasn’t sure what you meant by them or what he wanted you to mean by them.

“What are you trying to say?” He asked. “Because I don’t know what the bloody hell is going on? We both agreed to be friends and then you come up with this whole friends with benefits shit last night and now you were all up on some guy tonight and now you don’t want to be friend? What the fuck, Y/N?”

You glared at him, “What I’m saying is that I thought I could only be your friend and then I thought- I thought we could have fun without it changing anything, but then tonight I realized I can’t do that. I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” He asked. “You’re not making any fucking sense!”

“I can’t see or think of you being with someone else, alright?” You asked. “That’s why I was dancing with that guy because after hearing that girl talk about you buying her drink and possibly going home with you and seeing you flirting with her or her flirting with you, I was pissed! So, I downed some shots and got petty. I wanted to make you feel how I was feeling, but we shouldn’t be feeling that way, right? Because we’re just friends.”

Harry didn’t respond right away and you took his silence as a bad sign.

“Look, I just think it’s better if we keep last night as one time thing,” you said. “Go back to being friends, but for now I need space because we both aren’t ready for whatever this is growing into. You said it yourself you don't want a relationship or commitment either, and you obviously don't even feel the same way because you’re not saying anything. So, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen and I’m going to go and pack my things for my flight tomorrow.”

You turned around to head towards the hall to go to your room, completely embarrassed, when you felt him grabbing your hand. The second you turned around, he pressed his lips against yours before walking you back until your back hit the wall. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss.

“You’re wrong,” he whispered. “So, fucking wrong.”

Your foreheads were touching as you looked in his eyes.

“I feel the same way as you,” he whispered. “And it fucking scares me, but I can tell you there’s no fucking way I can forget last night. When I saw you with that fucking dick tonight, all I saw was red because I wanted to be in his place. I wanted to be touching you like that, the only one who gets to touch you like that.”

“But we’re not ready for this... for what this means,” you whispered.

“No, we’re not,” he said. “But I’m willing to try... if you are.”

“I-I don’t know if I can,” you sniffled. “I can’t get my heartbroken again. I can’t give my all in another relationship if all it’s going to do is end with me getting broken heart at the end.”

“Neither I can,” he said. “I know what that’s like, remember? I know what it’s like to want something to work out so fucking bad and how fucking miserable it is when it doesn't.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Which is why this needs to end right now before w let ourselves get too attached. Remember that toast we made in New York?”

“That was a fucking joke!” He said.

“Maybe to you,” you said. “But I promised myself that I wouldn’t let my Christmas get ruined again this year.”

“Oh, so now I’m fucking up your Christmas? Why? Because I’m telling you that despite everything inside of me, I want to give you.. to give us a fucking chance? Because whenever I’m around you or with you, I feel like myself again. I know you feel that same electric spark between us, something I’ve never felt with anyone before,” he said. “But you know what, if you don’t want to be with me, then I’m happy you’re telling me now instead of when I’ve whole-heartedly fallen for you.”

He pushed himself away from you, getting the final word in before going into his bedroom and slamming the door shut. You jumped at the sound as you fell down to the ground trying to hide your sobs. You let yourself fall, which exactly what you said you wouldn’t do, so even though you wanted to go into that room and be with him, you couldn’t let yourself to do it.

He had woken up that next morning to you being gone, leaving only a handwritten note. You told him out sorry you were about everything how in the long run this was for the best. You even told him you thought it would be better if you both kept your distance for the time being. That would be a lot easier if his mind didn’t always drift off to you and if you two weren’t going to be in the same city the entire week.

There was a knock on the door and Harry sighed walking over to answer it. It was Jeff and Mitch, standing there. Harry just took a drink and turned around, not really say much to them.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on with you?” Jeff asked. “We’ve got the Late Late Show tomorrow and you’re getting pissed drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” Harry said. “This is my only drink tonight.”

“For now,” Jeff said.

“Is this about what happened with Y/N?” Mitch asked.

“What happened with Y/N?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Harry sighed.

“You’re lying,” Mitch said.

“Actually, I’m not,” Harry said. “Nothing happened with Y/N, that’s the problem. She wants nothing to do with me. She made that very clear.”

“I get it, H, you liked her, but is she really someone to ruin your week?” Jeff asked. “You’ve fucking waited for this for ages. This is your fucking week, are you just going to let her have this affect on you.”

“He’s right,” Mitch said.

“It’s easy for you two to say,” he snapped. “You two are in fucking perfect relationships. You actually get to experience someone that you like, liking you back. Someone who will put every fucking piece of them into a relationship. Once again, I don’t get that. Once again, I’m the one left in the fucking dirt because apparently I’m not worthy of that.”

“Hold the fuck up, “Mitch said. “None of that is true and you fucking know it.”

“Then tell me why I never get the happy fucking ending?” Harry snapped. “Tell me when why I finally find someone who I want to be my person, who I have a fucking connection with, she doesn’t want me because some fucking dick of a person broke her. Why do I have to pay for his fucking choices!”

Tears of anger and built frustration were pouring out down his face as Jeff and Mitch took it all in. They could tell whatever happened between the two of you was more than just a fling. Harry made not have said the words himself or even knew it himself, but it was very obvious that his feelings for you were much bigger than a little infatuation.

“Maybe your best bet is telling her this,” Jeff said.

“Yeah, I would, but she doesn’t want to fucking talk to me. She thinks it would be better if we distance ourselves,” he mumbled.

“Why is that?” Mitch asked.

“Because she’s not ready for a relationship,” he said. “She doesn’t want to get her heartbroken again, blah, blah, fucking blah.”

“H-” Jeff said. “Don’t you realize what this means?”

“Should I?” Harry asked opening his arms.

“If she’s scared of getting her heartbroken by you then that means she’s already given you her heart,” he whispered. “And maybe, the problem isn’t really her, maybe it’s because you haven’t given her yours.”

You sighed stuffing your face with ice cream as you watched another cheesy Christmas movie. You were on your fourth one of the night and while you normally enjoyed the cheesy and happy go lucky romance storylines, you found yourself acting more like a Grinch as you watched them.

You stared at your phone almost as if you were willing him to call, but you knew he wouldn’t. You had asked him to give you space and you knew he would just that. Because he was a great guy and that made this all even harder. You knew you were acting stubborn about this whole situation and over reacting a little bit. But you couldn’t just throw yourself into another relationship.

You were over the Christmas movie marathon, turning it off, and heading to your room to unpack your things. You needed to take your mind off of everything and just distract yourself. But of course, you couldn’t even do that without thinking about him. The dress was laid on top and once again it brought up a bad memory.

“Maybe I should just get rid of this,” you sighed. “All it does is bring shitty luck.”

You threw everything in your suitcase into a basket before heading down to your laundry room to wash everything. You put the clothes into the washer when you heard your name being called. You stood up confused as you walked out to find the voice.

“Ellie?” You asked. “Um, is breaking and entering your thing now?”

“I have a key, remember,” she said holding it up.

“Yeah, for when I’m not here, not just so you can barge your way into my house whenever you feel like it,” you rolled your eyes.

“I know,” she said. “But I figured you wouldn’t answer the door had I knocked, so I used my key.”

“There’s a reason for that,” you mumbled.

“No, no, no,” she said. “Enough with the fucking pity party. You’re better than that.”

“You don’t know anything about the situation with Harry,” you said.

“Maybe not everything, but I know enough,” she said.

Ellie had been your longest friend and the closest. She knew you better than you knew yourself and while that may seem like it would be a good trait, it usually came back to bite you in the ass.

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

“Fucking hell Y/N!” She snapped. “When are you going to stop feeling sorry for yourself? You keep saying you’re over him and what he did to you, but you keep living in the past! Harry is not him and he doesn’t deserve you treating him like he is.”

“Don’t you think I know that!” You snapped back. “Don’t you think I regret leaving it like I did that night in London?”

“Then go tell him how you fucking feel and stop acting like it’s the fucking end fo the world!” She yelled.

“I can’t!” You said.

“Why the fuck not?” She asked.

“Because I’m in love with him!” You shouted.

“Holy fuck,” she gasped. “I uh I was not expecting that.”

“Yeah, me neither,” you mumbled.

“Ooookay,” she said. “Why haven’t you told him that then?”

“Because this is all happening so fast,” you said. “When we first met, we both talked about how we were done with relationships and finding love because nothing ever worked out for us. We even made a fucking toast about not falling in love at Christmas. There’s no way two people believing that should be in a relationship.”

“Babe, I love you, but sometimes you’re so fucking naive,” she said. “Did you ever think that maybe, maybe the reason neither of you have had relationships work in the past is because you two weren’t with the right person?”

“So, what you’re saying that we’re each others right person? That now everything is going to magically fall in place and be perfect?” You asked.

“No,” she said. “What I’m saying is that you’re finally going to know what it’s like to really be in love and that, yeah, noting is going to be perfect and there will be ups and downs, but now you’ll realize that it’ll be worth the fight.”

“It’s too late though,” you whispered. “I fucked everything up.”

“Maybe so,” she shrugged. “But are you willing to just give up right now without at least giving it one more try?”

Harry had given a lot of thought about his conversation with Mitch and Jeff during his down time over the next few days. He knew they were right, but he would never tell them that. He stared at his phone as thought about texting you to see if you would be willing to meet up and talk. That night was the only night he would have free before he headed back to London and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy the rest of the week until he got what he needed to off his chest.

He knew you wanted space, but it was now or never. He quickly typed out a message on his phone and pressed send before he could change his mind.

I know you want space, but I hate the way we left things. Would you consider meeting up to talk tonight?

Three hours later there was a knock on the door. Harry felt his heart drop and nerves take over his body knowing it was you. You had accepted his invitation and here you were. He took a deep breath before going over to answer the door. When he opened it, the sight of you took his breath away. Your hair was pulled back with a few strands framing your face, similar to that morning in his kitchen. You were wearing a large, comfy sweater and jeans with your arms crossed nervously.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hey, uh, hi, come in,” he said moving out of the way for you come inside.

“I’ve got some snacks and things in the living for us,” he added.

You nodded following him into the room. You saw mugs of hot chocolate, some marshmellows, and other little cookies spread on the table in front of the fireplace. You couldn’t help but smile seeing the cinnamon sticks sticking out of both mugs.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I uh, I wasn’t sure you would.”

You both sat down and you put your purse on the floor, “No, um, I’m happy you reached out. To be honest, I didn’t like the way we left things either.”

“Do you mind if I get what I need to say first?” He asked.

“Sure, go ahead,” you nodded.

“When we first met, I never thought we would end up here,” he said. “I never thought it because I didn’t want it. After last year, I thought I was the problem. that I wasn’t worthy of finding love or something because no matter how hard I tried nothing worked out. But then I realized it wasn’t me, it was because - it was because I was putting my all into someone who didn’t give two shits about me.”

“The more time we spent together, the more I got to know you, I started feeling something for you that I’ve never felt before and it scared me. I kept telling myself it was nothing or that it was just a sexual attraction, but it wasn’t just that,” he said. “And when I realized that It fucking scared me because I was so sure the same thing was going to happen again.. and it did. When you said those things that night, I knew I was right. So, instead of trying to prove to you how much I felt for you, I chose to walk away. When I woke up and read your note, instead of reaching out to you sooner, I chose not to because why should I keep putting my all into someone who doesn’t feel the same.”

“I blamed it on you. I blamed it on you making me pay for someone else’s choices, but in all honest, it was my fault,” he said. “I should have proved to you then and there that I would never hurt you. I would never do anything to make you cry or break your heart. I would never do any of those things because I fucking love you. I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but when you know you know, right? And I fucking know that I love you and I’m scared just as much as you are, but I’m more scared of how I feel when I’m not with you.”

Hmm, that seemed like a great place to leave it. What do you think??

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles imagines #Someone Special #12 Days of Christmas - Harry

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What I want for all of the characters on the show right now (A mostly comprehensive list)

Aaron - Post spiral, give him Seb. Let him be a single dad. Give him a new friend (a new character, Billy, Vic/Matty/Amy) Have him either get a new partner at the scrapyard or get rid of it altogether and buy into the garage so he can interact with people again from time to time. Also...overalls.

Liv - Get her away from Aaron. Let her mix with the teens again. Especially the Gabby/Leanna/Jacob crowd. Explore her epilepsy in that setting. Explore her asexuality more. I’d love to see her realize she might have a thing for a girl.

Chas - Cheat on Paddy. Get out of that character suffocating relationship. Get her spark back.

Paddy - Break up with Chas. Take a holiday? Stick to scenes with Marlon?

Bear - LEAVE - He serves no purpose. Even less so now that Faith has gone too. He’s just dead weight and his and Paddy’s relationship is not interesting in any way.

Eric - I’d like to see the B&B more. I miss when we used to see him there with Val all the time.

David - I’d like to see him stay single for a while. Take more of an interest in Jacob and keep being a dad to Theo. Could have new parent stories with Vic or Chaddy (**shudder I know).

Leyla - I’d like to see her get to do more at Take a Vow, get to plan Sam and Lydia’s big village wedding and more. I would definitely be up for her and Liam if they want to go there.

Jacob - I’d like to see him actually continue to mention that he’s getting counseling and see some of the effects of that. If they don’t go with Liam and Leyla, I think he and Leanna properly together could be nice.

Liam - Keep being the amazingly fabulous person that he is. I’m sad we lost Bernice, but I do think he and Leyla really could work if they wanted to go there.

Leanna - I’d like to see her keep up her friendship with Gabby even though their parents aren’t together anymore. I’d be open to seeing her and Jacob actually date if their parents aren’t going to.

Gabby - I’d love to see Gabby get a bigger story. Let her start being a bit more adult. I’d like to see her get a job in the village. She could go back to working at the B&B but we actually see it. I’d love to see her get a real love interest or a big issue story. Rosie has proven she can handle bigger material with the Ashley stuff, so I’d like to see her get to do that again.

Diane - I’d love to see more of the B&B again in general. I miss it. I’d keep her to the comedy stuff. Let her interact with Eric more and Liam too. Maybe a few heart to hearts with Aaron since she’s the only one who will listen to him apparently.

Wendy - LEAVE - I really don’t know what purpose she serves once she eventually realizes Lee was a rapist and Vic wasn’t lying. I just want Vic to be free of these people and I don’t see what Wendy brings to the village and Vic shouldn’t have to forgive her for all of the harassment and the stalking and she shouldn’t have to accept her into Harry’s life. Just let Wendy go Emma Barton and babynap Harry and be done with it.

Luke - LEAVE - I don’t really have a problem with Luke but I’d rather Vic just get a fresh start away from all of Lee’s family. If he did stay though, I guess he could be a candidate for being Aaron’s friend as long as they built that up in a more natural way rather than him just happening to be there when he’s getting chucked out of clubs.

Victoria - Needs a fresh start for her and Harry. I think Vic is a character that needs to be rested for a while. She had a big year last year and I think she could just enjoy being a mum and juggling that with work and supporting her friends. I think in the second half of the year, perhaps they could explore her trying to date again. I just wouldn’t have it be Luke.

Matty - I know he just moved back to the farm, but I need him to move right back out again. Matty needs to have his own story, not just be stuck on Moira duty. I really really want to see them explore a relationship story for Matty again.

Amy - Since they’re obviously never going to give her any consequences for Frank’s death, I’d sort of just like to see her keep being a supportive friend for the time being. I think she’s good in that role. Or, and we’d have to see how it worked out chemistry wise, they could have Amy try and help Matty find a girlfriend and end up falling for him instead.

Kerry - Keep using her in small doses only. Her and Mandy make a fun comedy duo in the salon but they need to be kept at a minimum to appreciate them.

Cain - I’d like to see him have a thing with Cara again perhaps. If he’s ever going to get back with Moira, they need to take their time with it and really properly build it back up and make it stick this time.

Moira - Let her lose the farm for the love of god so a new family can move in. She needs a massive shake up as a character because she’s just going in circles. She needs off the farm and back in the mix of the village. I have considered the idea of her buying Charity out of the pub with the farm sale money. She could fight with Chas as they work out how to run the pub together. Give them both their spark back and that could pave the way for her and Cain to work things out if they want to go that way. She’d just have to learn to not drink the place dry first.

Nate - LEAVE - I want Cara to stay but Nate still seems pretty useless to me. I just don’t think Cain ever needed another kid in the picture. I don’t see what it does for him as a character. I don’t see why he should have to forgive Nate for what he did. So...what’s the point. Plus Pete is leaving so he won’t have him to help on the farm anyway. Mostly, I want him to facilitate Cara staying and then get run over by his own tractor or something.

Cara - I’ve liked her so far in the three episodes we’ve gotten of her. I’d be up for her staying for a bit and sorting Nate out or pushing him in front of that tractor and maybe having a thing with Cain or anyone else she wants to.

Charity - I’d love to see her get out of the pub and get back to using her business skills. I’d love to see some real conflict between her and Vanessa that lasts more than a week and a half. But if they’re going to ever get married, just let them get married and then let them have conflict or something. I’d love to see her continue to pay attention to Noah.

Vanessa - Again, conflict for her and Charity. Could be interesting to finally get her mum to come to the village. She could come for the wedding, cause some friction between her and Charity. I’d like them to continue her friendships with Rhona and Moira. She’s good in friend mode.

Noah - I think they’ve been doing well with Noah lately. I would like to see him and Charity work on their relationship more. I’d like to maybe see him mixing it up with the older teens again too. Maybe a crush on a girl.

Sarah - Same as Noah, I’ve liked what they’ve been doing with her lately. And I’d just keep her hanging out with the rest of the teens.

Ryan - LEAVE?? - I hate to say that because obviously having a disable character on the show is a good thing but he just never should have been Charity’s son. She didn’t need another kid and they haven’t done nearly enough with that relationship to make it worthwhile. They barely let him interact with his siblings. All he does is show up for occasional tech help. And he’s only up at Home Farm to facilitate Graham murder stuff so just like...do something with him or let him go.

Kim - Keep her interacting with the rest of the village. It’s the best version of her. I’d love to see her properly fall for someone and have real feelings rather than it all feeling like a manipulation.

Jamie - Keep him and Andrea separated. Let him keep this backbone he’s developed. I’d like to see him repair his relationship with Rhona post Graham because I did like it at the start. I think he and Belle could be good together.

Andrea - LEAVE??? - She’s another one who they either need to do something with or let her go. She might be the one to kill Graham and leave that way, who knows. If she’s going to stay, she needs to move into the village and get out of Home Farm and away from Jamie and make her own life. Get a proper friend, find someone new etc.

Rhona - Rhona probably needs a post Graham break. Then I’d just like to see her repair all of her relationships with everyone she’s hurt. As far a romance for her goes, I did consider her and Marlon getting back together. Although as things currently stand...that’s gonna take awhile.

Al - If they’re going to put him with Kim, I want real feelings. Mostly, I want them to let him be a real villain. The show needs a villain and the Al that first showed up in the village had that potential.

Ellis - LEAVE - Damnit Asan! I loved Ellis but New!Ellis just doesn’t work. I don’t know if he could if they actually gave him screen time and his own story but as it is now, I just want to ship him back to Dubai.

Billy - I really like Billy right now. I love that they’re keeping his relationship with Marlon going. I like him and Dawn. They could probably use some real conflict at some point too but so far, I like them as they are. If Al was going to go full villain, that could also provide some good material for him. He is a candidate for a friend for Aaron too. I know how he was introduced and that they never really resolved that between them but there’s always the chance for them to have a proper conversation about it and move on. I think they could be good for each other in the long run. Aaron is lost without Robert and Billy no longer has a proper Ellis, so it could work potentially.

Dawn - As I said, I like her and Billy together. I think they need to make a decision with Lucas once and for all. If she’s going to get him back, I think it could provide good material for her and Billy, dealing with having a little kid to parent.

Harriet - Zzzzzzzzzzzz - Is it time for a new vicar yet? Mostly, I think she needs to stick to the village events and the background snark because whenever she gets a real story, it’s just so dull.

Will - much the same as Harriet. He could stay or go, I wouldn’t care. He’s fine as village color I guess.

Marlon - He’s great as he is, serving up snark and food from the Woolpack kitchen. I love him playing support to everyone, he always elevates whatever scene he’s in. I’d love to see him get a love interest that is going to stick around for a while. Both he and April need that stability. If they can get past the Graham of it all, he and Rhona have always worked well together. So...maybe?

Zak - I assume Zak is off because of the actor needing the break. I hope Steve Halliwell is doing okay. Before Lisa got killed off, I always thought it would have been an interesting story for Zak to get killed off but for now he can just be if he ends up coming back.

Belle - I’d like to see her get more to do at the vets and I’d be up for her and Jamie.

Sam and Lydia - LET THEM GET MARRIED!!!! A big, crazy Sam and Lydia wedding is all I want. Also would like to see Lydia continue to deal with the Huntingtons stuff and her family.

Mandy - Like Kerry, she’s best in small doses. I like her up with the rest of the Dingles though. She is fun. I wouldn’t mind it if she stuck around a bit longer.

Vinny - I still don’t have a clue what’s going on with Vinny and who his parents are and if that will ever be relevant. If it’s going to be, I wish they’d just get it over with already. Other than that, if he’s staying, I’d like to see him actually leave Wishing Well and make friends with some of the other teens in the village.

Bob - Stick to bar work and stay the hell away from Wendy.

Brenda - Keep being you. I’d like to see them properly do something with her and Doug though because I forget they’re actually supposed to be together most of the time.

Doug - Let him plan a garden show or something insane like that.

Rodney - SMALL DOSES

Nicola and Jimmy - Keep being the legends you are. I want to see Jimmy get properly absolved for all of the Arthur/Archie stuff. I want to see so much more of Councilor Nicola. I’d like to see Jimmy take someone new on at the Haulage firm and maybe just sigh all the time that they’re not Robert because he was better.

Laurel and Jai - I want to see them stay together. I think they work well together. They just need to get through this Graham mess in tact and sort out their kids’ problems. I’d like to see them continue to blend their families though, maybe living together eventually. I’d also like to see Jai have some success in business. Either at the outdoor pursuits place or starting his own thing again.

Priya - LET HER BE A SHARMA AGAIN. Let’s forget Rakesh ever existed. GET HER A STORYLINE!!! GIVE HER A NEW LOVE INTEREST! Literally anything.

Rishi and Manpreet - I want to see his chocolate business grow some more. And for them to just keep being as they are.

Pearl - I MISS PEARL! I hope she’s okay. Any Pearl we can get is good.

Dan - Small Doses, stick to the background.

Pete - Please need to leave to go tend to your one remaining brother because his girlfriend got hit by a bus…

Tracy - Let Tracy find some business success again. I really liked her trying to start her own business. Or if Andrea goes, let her go work at Take a Vow with Leyla. Let her find love again too.

New Characters I want

A new family at Butler’s Farm - let them be a big family with multiple generations. They decimated the Bartons and the show needs another bigger family coming in all together to balance out all of the Dingles.

A new gay male character in his 20s to take the pressure off of Aaron needing to be in a relationship. I think it would be nice if they were friends though. Let the new guy have some crazy relationships of his own. Could be part of the new family.

Teen lesbian. Could be part of the new family too. I think it’d be nice to explore coming out or already being out for the younger generation. Also could be an interesting potential love interest for Liv.

#emmerdale #this is very long #congrats if you actually get through it

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OK, September 14

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Cover: Keanu Reeves -- love, loss and private pain

Page 1: Big Pic -- Nina Dobrev and Shaun White in Mexico

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Contents

Page 4: Why Kim Kardashian forgave Kanye West -- recently on the brink of divorce Kim and Kanye solved their marital problems during a string of luxe vacations

Page 6: After struggling through health woes and addiction issues and a breakup Matthew Perry has recently turned the corner -- the actor was really down on himself after he and talent agent Molly Hurwitz called it quits but the support of his friends and family has helped him rebuild his self-esteem

Page 7: Demi Moore may be having a ball discussing female sexuality on her new podcast Dirty Diana but she has neglected her own love life for years why is why her daughters are stepping in because they really feel they need to do something because if it were up to their mom she’d be single forever, with election season in full swing Cher has started pondering whether she could succeed in the cutthroat world of politics -- she’s always had political aspirations and feels it’s never too late to do the right thing

Page 8: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars shine in metallic frocks -- Charlize Theron, Isla Fisher, Laura Harrier

Page 9: Angelina Jolie, Lucy Boynton

Page 10: Who Wore It Better? Kristen Taekman vs. Bianca Peters vs. Keltie Knight

Page 11: Olivia Culpo vs. Lindsey Vonn

Page 17: News in Photos -- Kate Bosworth walks her dog Happy

Page 18: Gregg Sulkin works out at a local park, Frankie Bridge poured herself a cocktail, Peta Murgatroyd and husband Maksim Chmerkovskiy having lunch

Page 20: Wet & Wild -- celebs are keeping active by hitting the beach -- Dua Lipa and boyfriend Anwar Hadid, Zoe Saldana, Cara Delevingne and Jamie Mazur head down to the water while wearing wetsuits

Page 24: Dale Moss of The Bachelorette exercising in NYC, Kristin Chenoweth took a break from recording in her new at-home studio, Kobe Bryant’s daughters Natalia and Capri out on a boat

Page 25: Brooke Shields does an at-home workout, David Spade out to eat

Page 26: Inside My Home -- Kane Brown is selling his Tennessee pad

Page 28: Jennifer Aniston is busy planning a fun-filled trip with her best friends to Mexico for one last hurrah of the summer and her ex-husband Brad Pitt has scored an invite -- this is the perfect setting for them because they’ll have the opportunity to just go with the flow and catch up and hang out with a cool crowd of people and soak up the sunshine in a five-star resort away from the spotlight

Page 29: Now that Luke Bryan’s two sons are about to enter their teen years he wants to have a third child but first he has to get wife Caroline on board with the idea, after nearly seven years together Gerard Butler has kicked jewelry designer Morgan Brown to the curb because Gerard sees himself as this huge A-lister and it’s important for him to have someone by his side who reflects his status and he’s hoping to once again snatch up someone who’ll boost his image but the offers aren’t exactly flooding in, now that Carrie Underwood is spending more time at home she’s been pestering husband Mike Fisher to take over more of the household chores -- she wants him to clean and pick up after himself because she hates seeing things untidy but Mike thinks she needs to chill out

Page 30: Though Kelly Clarkson and Brandon Blackstock’s divorce seemed to be going smoothly the estranged spouses are now arguing over how to shuffle their two kids River and Remington back and forth between them, Kristen Bell is laying down the law with husband Dax Shepard after a motorcycle wreck left him with a shattered shoulder and four broken ribs -- they’re playing it down as a freak accident but Kristen’s read Dax the riot act about his lifestyle, Love Bites -- Rachel McAdams and boyfriend Jamie Linden are expecting their second child, Lea Michele and husband Zandy Reich welcomed their first child, Cara Santana and Thirty Seconds to Mars drummer Shannon Leto dating

Page 32: Cover Story -- Keanu Reeves’ happily ever after -- Keanu and his girlfriend Alexandra Grant could soon start a family

Page 36: Jennifer Garner lets loose -- single for the first time in years Jen is having a blast and getting in touch with her wild side

Page 38: Given the Boot: Check out which big-name stars were axed from iconic movie roles -- Natalie Portman from Romeo + Juliet, Robert Downey Jr. from Gravity

Page 39: Sylvester Stallone from Beverly Hills Cop, Eric Stoltz from Back to the Future, Julianne Moore from Can You Ever Forgive Me?, Ryan Gosling from The Lovely Bones

Page 40: Sarah Paulson is set to star as a psychopathic nurse in the new show Ratched

Page 42: Award-Worthy Bodies -- Jennifer Aniston, Christina Applegate, Tracee Ellis Ross

Page 43: Issa Rae, Kerry Washington, Rachel Brosnahan

Page 46: Style Week -- Madelaine Petsch for Fablectics’ limited-edition collection collection of next-level fitness wear

Page 50: Statement-making puff-sleeve blouses -- Kaitlyn Dever

Page 52: Lauren Conrad launches a beauty line

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Felix Lupei. *Main Character.

Voice Claim: (Dylan O’Brien) https://youtu.be/YiqG5up_qeM?t=1m43s

Partner(s): Jackall, Sebastian, Omen. Parents: Evan and Akin. Kids: None. Other family members: The Cullman, Shaw and Thompson family. Daniel, and the Lupei clan. And of course his siblings, Lina, Willow, Odette, Sam and Oscar. Age: Immortal, but translates into mid 20′s. Birthday: 20th of June. Height: 178cm Body type: A bit on the skinny side, but muscly. Eye color: Light blue and pink. Classification: (Immortal) Shapeshifter —-> wolf and white stag. He’s also an illusionist (An Illusionist is a person who can change the structure of molecules to make a location or person appear different. Sometimes this can be used to mask something that is already there or to create a distraction and lead someone the wrong way. Some Illusionists can create these illusions using their mind while others choose to use a more concrete method such as drawing or writing. These types of Illusionists are more stable and less likely to get caught up in their illusions. All Illusionists have very vivid imaginations and their dreams feel very real to them.)

About: ~ Outgoing, spontaneous, brave, charming, cheeky, flirty, adventurous, social, adaptable, enthusiastic, sassy, positive, cheerful, confident, vibrant, problem-solver, energetic, creative, fearless, humorous, easygoing, easy to talk to, open-minded, capable, helpful, creative, dramatic, fun-loving, colorful, neat, popular, irresponsible, sensitive and outgoing. ~ Gay. ~ Has long silky straight black hair. ~ Has a twin sister, Odette. ~ Reincarnation of Akin and Evan’s kids through time. ~ He chose his own name as a toddler. ~ Quite a good dancer. ~ Loves making ‘spa treatments’ for his sisters. ~ Has several tattoos scattered on his body. ~ Wants to become a DJ. ~ Was in nurse training. ~ Is quite feminine at times. ~ Don’t mistake his pretty exterior, Felix packs a punch if he needs to. ~ Loves to wear makeup and dresses, skirts, heels. ~ Cat person. ~ Skilled at Fencing. ~ Very skilled at several martial arts. ~ Very skilled in archery. ~ Watches a lot of makeover programs. ~ Lives in New York. ~ Fiddles around with possible getting his own makeup tutorial/fashion Youtube-thingy. ~ Goes by the nick name Felly. ~ Fierce. ~ Can be a bit dramatic/petty/salty. ~ Smells like: DKNY - Be Delicious, Juicy Couture - Viva La Juicy, Tom Ford - Rose Prick, Lolita Lempicka - L De Lolita, Lolita Lempicka - Midnight Couture, Guerlain - La Petite Robe Noire, Lancome - La Nuit Tresor, Victor & Rolf - BonBon, Lancome - Tresor Midnight Rose, Vera Wang - Pink Princess, Katy Perry - Royal Revolution, Calvin Klein - Euphoria, Dolce&Gabbana - Dolce Garden, Yves Saint Laurent - Black Opium, Taylor Swift - Wonderstruck, Marc Jacobs - Daisy So Fresh, Marc Jacobs - Oh Lola!, Giorgio Armani - Armani Code, Christian Dior - Poison, Christian Dior - Midnight Poison and Givenchy - Ange Ou Demon. ~ Obsessed with Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco. ~ Loves his parents, his partners, siblings and other family members, sex, fetish sex, wearing female clothes/shoes/, any sort of luxury, all kinds of electronic music, cats, dolphins, swimming, diving, surfing, bright colors, going to the cinema, going clubbing, dancing, alcohol, making porn, meeting new people, socializing in any way, loves posing in front of a camera, candy, dildos, glitter, shopping, NY, silk sheets, being spoiled, rough sex, drugs, neon lights, beach life, beach parties, cupcakes, Champagne, stars, the moon, feeling free, chocolate covered strawberries, makeup, smoothies, coffee, bubble tea, pizza, Starbucks, Burger King and the smell of rain. ~ Dresses mostly on the casual side, preferable something with bright colors, often a crop top paired with baggy pants or jeans and chunky heels. ~ He is for the most part very positive, not much seems to get him down. People love hanging out with him, and he’s always up for fun. Felly’s tag Felly’s house/home Felly’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: The Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling Personal play list: 1. Thulin - Dancer (Kygo Remix) 2. LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett, GoonRock - Party Rock Anthem 3. Alex Gaudino feat. Crystal Waters - Destination Calabria 4. Panic! At The Disco - High Hopes 5. Michael Gray - Borderline 6. Oh Wonder - Lose It (Jerry Folk Remix) 7. Avicii - Hey Brother (TEEMID & Tessa Rose Jackson Cover) 8. The Paper Kites - Bloom (Close To You) (Alex Brandt Remix) 9. Taylor Swift - ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) 10. Calvin Harris - Feel so close (Housejunkee Edit) 11. Disclosure - Latch (Daniela Andrade & Teemid Remix) 12. Ed Sheeran - I'm In Love With The Coco (Hitimpulse Remix) 13. Panic! At The Disco: New Perspective 14. James Hersey - Coming Over (Filous Remix) 15. Sia - Chandelier (Matthew Heyer Remix Ft. Madilyn Bailey) 16. Panama Wedding - Infinite High (Bee's Knees Remix) 17. LMFAO ft. Lil Jon - Shots 18. Wiz Khalifa - Young Wild & Free (Konglomerate Remix) 19. Victoria Magda - Pumped Up Kicks (AceLine Remix) 20. Panic! At The Disco: But It's Better If You Do 21. Daft Punk - Get Lucky (Official Audio) ft. Pharrell Williams, Nile Rodgers 22. Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar (Ben E & Falki Remix) 23. Ellie Goulding - High For This (Kygo Remix) 24. John Gibbons - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 25. Joe Stone - The Party ft. Montell Jordan (This Is How We Do It) 26. Mr. Belt & Wezol, Jack Wins - One Thing 27. Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies 28. Fedde Le Grand - So Much Love 29. LMFAO - La La La 30. Taylor Swift - Delicate (AFG Remix)

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