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jayujus · 2 months

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rent a boyfriend! - chapter 4

— 04 cocktail party!!!

written ~ 1.0k + smau

heeseung adjusts his tux, sweat building at his nape from nervousness. who would have thought that he'd be taking a girl out that he met from a sketchy site?

he rings her doorbell, unsure if the flowers are too extra or not.

a few seconds later, y/n opens the door, flashing a bright smile at him. honestly, she's surprised he is actually real herself even if she did not really question it. he is a fine man, especially in the suit he is wearing right now and in person. a small smile forms on his face as he hands her a bouquet of dahlias and roses. y/n's smile grows even bigger as she grabs the bouquet from him, pulling him into a hug as she steps outside her apartment.

"this dress is so pretty on you." he whispers in her ear as she links her arm with his, as if they've been a couple for so long. "you look good too."

exiting the luxurious apartment building, y/n is met with heeseung's NOT white van. his car was fairly nice, a black bmw. "you didn't bring a white van?" heeseung raises his eyebrows as he opens the door for her. "did you want me to?" y/n doesn't say anything, putting on her seatbelt. "this is a nice car." heeseung hums, "i got it as a gift by my brother," y/n nods, giving him the directions to the building.

once they arrived in the building's huge parking lot, y/n tells him some reminders. "my parents are going to want to meet you right away, just be normal. please," heeseung hums. "don't worry!"

he helps y/n step out of the car, "should i leave the flowers in the car...?" heeseung shrugs, "are you going to come and get it later?" y/n thinks for a few seconds, "actually, i was wondering if you'd be able to drop me off tonight. you don't have to! just wondering." she asks nervously, which makes heeseung blush. "i'll drop you, no worries."

immediately when y/n enters the building with heeseung by her side, she hears her mother rushing excitedly to her, some of her drink spills on the way. "oh my god! y/n! is this the boy you were talking about?" y/n hums, "this is heeseung." her mom flashes a big smile at him, "hi heeseung, we should talk a little bit. i will go find your dad, y/n." y/n sucks in her breath, mouthing a 'sorry' to heeseung before her mom walks away.

about two minutes later, y/n's mom comes back with her dad, who greets heeseung. "you are a very handsome man, surprisingly. my y/n has never had a boyfriend before, so i was worried who'd she bring." y/n covers her face in embarrassment, hinting at her parents to stop talking. "what do you do? what do your parents do?" heeseung purses his lips at the bombarded questions. "i study law. my parents run a family restaur-" y/n elbows heeseung, "his parents are doctors." y/n's parents smile, "wow! that's really cool, y/n, you did a good job finding him." y/n smiles awkwardly, dragging heeseung away a few seconds later.

heeseung furrows his eyebrows when y/n told a lie.

heeseung ended up meeting a lot of y/n loved ones tonight. he first met her parents— which was awkward, her friend group, her aunts and uncles, and her sister.

when heeseung excuses himself to the restroom, her sister, jinah, asks, "where did you meet him, y/n?" y/n quickly comes up with another lie. she won't have to see heeseung again after tonight, right? it won't matter. she'll send him the money and they won't talk again. "we met at the mall! yeah! he offered to pay for my stuff so it just went from there...." she smiles awkwardly and jinah knows she's lying. she can tell but she doesn't say anything about it right now. the last thing she wants her baby sister dealing with is more stress than their parents already give her.

when heeseung comes back, jinah excuses herself and the two just hang out by the food, munching on some of the chocolate covered-strawberries while talking about whatever.

"i honestly thought you weren't real, my friends kept saying so. your hair color kept changing in every picture." heeseung chuckles. "my friend sunghoon dyes my hair for me," y/n hums. "i like this color on you." he blushes, jokingly flirting with her back.

"do you want to dance?" heeseung nods and y/n grabs his hand, pulling him with her to the dance floor.

the party ended and it was around 1:30 am. y/n was hugging her friends goodbye before being left with just her sister, parents, and heeseung. "heeseung, it was good to meet you. you seem like a nice man and you make my daughter happy, thank you." heeseung smiles at her mom and dad, bowing at them.

he also bows to y/n's sister, "get her home safely." y/n's dad says, to which heeseung nods. "don't worry, mr. jeon. i will."

heeseung considers placing a hand around her waist. he really thought she was the prettiest girl ever but this was only for one night, that would be too awkward.

"thank you for doing this for me, actually. i'll send you the money when i get home." heeseung purses his lips, "you don't need to send me the money, it's fine." y/n raises an eyebrow as she enters his car. "what? no, i'm paying you." heeseung protests but there is no point because y/n continues arguing back.

"i rented you for one night, so i have to pay you." heeseung doesn't say anything else but mumbling an 'okay.'

"you make a pretty good boyfriend, to be honest. do you have any girl you're interested in?" heeseung hesitantly shakes his head. "what about you?" y/n shrugs. "beomgyu's cute but he doesn't like me."

"the atrocious man you posted?" he jokes and y/n jokingly slaps his arm. "be nice!"

"he fumbled, seriously he fumbled." y/n blushes and turns to face the window, "tell me about it."

a few minutes later, they arrive at her apartment building. "want me to walk you in?"

"you don't have to," heeseung asks again and y/n says the same thing, so he just helps her out of the car and she gives him a quick hug. he hands her the flowers he got for her. "goodnight heeseung." she smiles, "goodnight."

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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just-another-author-i-guess · 2 years

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Judd Birch relationship hc

tags: Judd Birch x Jessi’s sister! Reader, she/her pronounced reader, mentions of sex, drugs and alcohol, come on this is a big mouth fic what did you expect, reader is alternative

authors note: I would recommend you read THIS fic I wrote about Judd first, which sums up how the two of you meet (: I’ll be referring back to that for all my Judd fics

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Judd is not a man of many words

It’s not like he doesn’t talk at all, he just uses actions to express his affection more than words

He will put a blanket on you when you’re sitting on the couch, randomly hand you a glass of water whenever he feels like you need hydration, let you wear his shirts, ect

Raccoons randomly start following you on your way to school, bringing you flowers or other gifts, that’s also Judd expressing his admiration

Tbh the raccoons sees you as their mother, hiding behind you when Judd is being too mean

You’re also way nicer to them, feeding them snacks and giving back rubs

Judd scolds you, bc “you can’t be too nice to those fat little fucks, they’re already spoiled enough” but he secretly loves seeing you interact with the raccoons

“Fucking cute.” He mutters to himself as you sit in his passenger seat of his van, three raccoons perched on your lap and chatting happily to you

He’s somehow even more grumpy whenever you’re around people, he’s always glaring at and threatening everyone around you

He’s the ‘I hate everyone but you’ type of boyfriend

Obviously he likes you, but we are talking about Judd Birch after all and just because you’re dating doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all lovey-dovey with you

Calls you bitch, slut, shithead and dumbass affectionately, and in turn you call him mr grumpy pants, pussy, bitch-boy and fuckface

Ngl, his mom was super concerned when he got into a relationship and she heard him calling you bitch on multiple occasions

His dad was more relaxed, claiming it just added to his sons mysterious aura

Both of them immediately fell in love with you when they heard you calling him something equally nasty to put him in his place

You’re the only one who gets to do that btw, if anyone else dared to call him out for his bullshit they’d have a battalion of killer raccoons on their ass

You get invited to all their family trips, tbh Judd is only interested in going if you are too

What made his parents adore you even more, was when you slapped the back of his head for calling his parents “nosy fucking nutsacks”

They constantly ask Judd when you’re coming over, and when you finally do they just straight up kidnap you from him

“Don’t fucking touch her, you old prick.” Judd muttered darkly, pulling you out of his dad’s embrace by your hips and pulling you to his chest

Mr. Birch chuckled “Ah, young love!” He said, holding both hands over his heart in emphasis, Judd only scowled and began dragging you to his room

Omg the multiple safe sex talks his parents are gonna have with you, like one of the first times you came to his house they just sat you down and started explaining how they’d rather have you fuck under their roof than some unsafe place

Judd could have murdered them right there, if you hadn’t been there he probably would have

They even gave you condoms and everything..

With that said, Judd comes from a very sex positive house and honestly doesn’t care if his parents know you’re having sex

He was more angry that they embarrassed you

Somehow his mom immediately knew when you had your first time

You came downstairs for dinner, legs wobbly and a glazed look on your face

Judd also looked less murderous than normal, still scowling but the two of you seemed to be slightly glowing

Bc this is Diane Birch, she immediately congratulated you not even noticing how your face went red and you sank lower down in your seat as she talked about the importance of both parties enjoying sexual intercourse

Oh my god, you thought you could die

Besides his parents, you’re pretty good friends with Nick and Leah

Leah’s in your grade, you have history together, and honestly she thinks you’re really cool

She adores the way you dress, always complimenting your outfits, makeup and hair

Sometimes, she asks you to do her makeup as well

Judd always complains, he really fucking hates when you spent time with his siblings instead of him

Of course he would never admit that he’s jealous, but he so is

Nick is.. Incredibly in love with you

You're older, really hot and you’re nice to him? W o w

Tbh, all the guys in Jessi’s friend group are crushing hard on you

When you’re hanging out in Judd’s room, he’s constantly interrupting you, bringing you water, asking for help with homework, ect

He keeps up like this until Judd throws an empty bottle of Jack Daniels at his face, hitting him square in the forehead

Nick cried, calling Judd a slut before storming out

You constantly have to break up fights between them

Judd likes kissing you in front of Nick lmao, you think it’s to show dominance or something but you don’t really care

You’re just happy he’s kissing you (:

Besides Nick being in love with you, Jessi is so passive aggressive about your relationship

Bruh she steals the shirts Judd gives you

Yk that episode where she asked him to dance and he was like “I don’t dance.. With kids.” He danced with you right after lmfao

Jessi was fuming

The two of you literally cannot catch a break

You end up driving around in his van a lot, you’re doing your best to get him not to exceed the speed limit, but no way he’s listening to you

He literally drives like he’s trying to kill everyone on the sidewalk, and you wouldn’t put it past him

He picks you up from school in his van too, y’all go to the same school but he just refuses to show up to classes

He likes to just stand outside and glare at the teachers as they exit the building

Sometimes Leah hitches a ride with you too, he’s always annoyed when she does because that means he can’t dick you down in the backseat

Did I mention you guys fuck a lot?

Judd is pretty horny, literally anything gets him going

Oh. You’re wearing his shrírt today? Better prepare yourself

You sang along to one of the songs he was blasting in his car? So hot

Your hair smells extra nice today? Your pants are already gone

He loves, loves, loves leaving bitemarks and hickeys on you, especially where they’re most noticeable

He really likes it when you leave marks on him too, particularly when you scratch up his back?

He likes the pain tbh, and he just thinks its really really hot to see his back covered in long, red marks after you fuck

Honestly, Judd is a simp

Your most typical date nights consists driving out to get food, drinking a shit ton of Jack Daniels in the back of the van and watching horror movies

which leads to more fucking

No but seriously, Judd would be so ecstatic if you’re also into horror movies

He constantly complains about how unrealistic the gore is and tries to explain to you what it would actually look

Cackles sinisterly when someone in the movie dies

Okay but you’re literally the only one who gets to touch his hair

No way he’s going to a salon to get it dyed, it’s expensive and he’d rather eat shit than deal with other people

Before you came along, he just dyed it himself

Then he found out it was much easier having you do it, especially since you’re used to dying your own hair and you know what you're doing

It’s also an excuse to get you to touch his hair, he literally melts at the feeling of your nails raking across his scalp

Please dye a strand of your hair to match his, I beg you

He would be so happy (Or as happy as Judd Birch is capable of being)

He really likes that you matches his aesthetic ngl

He loves your ripped thighs and skirts, he also really loves your makeup

Especially after the two of you fuck and its all ruined and running down your cheeks- okay I’ll stop

Oh my god, the two of you would get high together and hang out with his raccoons

So cute

He’s also much more affectionate towards them when he’s high

Slow passionate love-making while y’all are stoned 👀

Connie and Maury would love you, you’re the two easiest kids they got

Judd mostly just ignores Maury and runs his own game, tbh there’s little to no work for his hormone monster

Connie is ecstatic you’re finally getting laid lmfao

In the summer, you work at the local pool with Leah

Judd goes, but he never gets in the water he’s just there to see you in your bathing suit (Y’all fuck in the public showers lmao)

Sometimes he sits in the employees only break room and blasts music, tbh the other ppl who works at the pool are too intimidated to tell him to leave

At least none of the patrons, especially the kids in Jessi’s grade, dare to oppose you when he’s there

Besides not being the most affectionate guy, he’s also extremely emotionally constipated

He feels stuff.. Sure. But he channels those feelings into vandalism and sex

It’s gonna take a looooot of time for him to start talking about his feelings

I feel like Mr. Birch sat Judd down at some point and tried teaching him about the importance of being emotionally available to your partner

Judd couldn't care less in the moment, but it stuck with him subconsciously

It would help a lot if you opened up to him first, like it would kinda encourage him

It’s really not often he has feelings-related stuff he needs to talk about, but once in a while, most often when you’re both stoned, he opens up a little

Mostly reassuring you that he really does care about you, sometimes mumbling that he loves you because he really does

As much as he likes to pretend he doesn’t

He’s almost always either high or drunk when talking about his feelings lmao

With time, he’ll get more used to the idea of sharing his feelings with you as your relationship progresses

Hello! I’m glad you made it to the end haha

I hope you enjoyed ^ ^ if you want to request more Judd stuff or anything else, you can do it HERE

love, author

#i hope this is okay #judd birch is so hot help #judd birch x reader #big mouth x reader #big mouth #judd birch #i love him

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forestshadow-wolf · 2 months

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Invading your ask box to spare our mooties from having to scroll through 200 reblogs lol.

Alright so here we go, we have:

Floris 'Flower' Van Steege: My first true OC and my favorite boy <3, he's the medic for the 141 and because he is extremely self indulgent i ship him with König because big gremlin man hot. (I think i even have a biography post about him buried in my posts but please tell me if you want to know more i am totally not feral.)

Timber: A lone injured mercenary that the 141 encountered while on a mission and dragged back to base growling and trying to bite them. He calmed down after getting treated and joined the 141 off the books. Basically a discount Ghost, only a bit more tamed and follows Gaz around like a loyal dog instead of Soap.

James : A captain of another task force, totally didn't have a fling with Price in the past and totally doesn't flirt with Price every time the task forces work together, according to Price (liar)

Antonio: James' favorite sergeant, the littlest brother of everyone, baby, can do no wrong (except for the time he murdered his abusive father but he deserved it.)

Abel 'Lion' (or Mama Lion behind his back): The Shadow Company's second in command and resident mother. Please help him he is so tired. The only one able to make Graves sit his ass down and listen, couldn't go on the mission to Las Almas due to an injury which is why Graves went off the rails, gave him the scolding of a lifetime after Graves came back.

Clyde 'Cowboy': Basically Graves if Graves was 50% sluttier and 80% more relaxed. Rumoured to be Graves' illegitimate son.

Simone Van Steege: Floris and König's eldest daughter, when she's like 25 she forms a team called 'De Witte Wieven' with her two younger sisters.

Tamsin Anastasia MacTavish: Soap and Ghost's eldest daughter, looks a lot like Tommy.

Elise Alexandra MacTavish: Soap and Ghost's second daughter, has Soap's hair but Ghost's eyes, taller than her sister and lords it over her at every opportunity.

Briar Cameron MacTavish: Soap and Ghost's third child, has Soap hair colour and Ghost's curls (yes Ghost has curls fight me), though their eyes are green, which are inherited from Ghost's mother.

Alright, i think this is all of them, damn this took long i need to organise my files (and then i proceed to do nothing about it)

Flower's real one for having the hots for Konig

Timber sounds like a feral cat you'd pick up out of a dumpster

Mmmm yes price and james definitely don't have a thing between them... 😏

Antonio..... he's just a little guy, he wouldn't do that... *definitely did a thing he did but also no he didn't*

Lion's got his hands full... but also i need him to give me a hug. Also the fact that he's most of graves' impulse control is 🤌

Cowboy as a slutty graves? Sign me the fuck up 👀

Simone definitely kick ass

And Tamsin, Elise, and Brair probably give their parents SO MANY grey hairs

#cod oc #others ocs #ocs #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #ghostsoap #soapghost #lovely ask #moot asks #el rambles

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soulnb42 · 6 months

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Times Like These (part 2)

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Part 2

“Ava, come on,” Beatrice’s prompt took her out of her slumber.

They switched vehicle for the third time (or was it the fourth?). The details were blurry, Ava barely kept up with what was going on. It was like being caught in a loop, driving for a while, changing cars with different OCS operatives, driving again.

Ava couldn’t hold a thought still. Had it all really happened? Had she unleashed a malevolent entity onto the world?

Maybe this was just a bad dream…

She closed her eyes and forced air into her lungs in a vain attempt to calm herself down. The idea that people got hurt, were getting hurt because of her weighted on her chest like an anvil.

She glanced at the others in the car. Beatrice probably felt her gaze and she glanced back, the thin line of her lips not really managing to form a reassuring grin. She hadn’t addressed Ava except to give her quick orders when they had had to change car.

Ava didn’t bother asking questions, her guts told her that she wouldn’t get any answers. Beatrice and the others kept getting instructions whispered in their ears. She only had their sides of the conversation where the words ‘protocol’, ‘breach’, ‘betrayal’, ‘compromise’ were coming back repeatedly.

They also talked about her, if Beatrice’s furtive glances were any indication. Upon realizing she was purposefully being kept out of the loop, Ava had simply tuned out their voices.

They had made it through the night.

In fact, the sun had come out and would be on its way down again soon.

“We’re here,” the driver announced.

Ava didn’t know exactly where ‘here’ was, but the van had stopped in the court of what she assumed was a convent.

Beatrice opened the march and Ava followed numbly. She was beat, she had only dozed off briefly during the car rides. Beatrice looked tired but Ava doubted she had taken a single moment to rest.

It was odd the things her mind latched on as she looked around. The flower beds on the side, the vegetable garden, the colour of the habit worn by the nuns waiting for them at the entrance.

Ava felt the hair at the back of her neck prickle, a sense of unease she couldn’t explained that was settling in.

“Ava, this is sister Othilia, she’s going to stay with you while I take care of some…things,” Beatrice announced.

The words were like an icy shock down her spine, it took Ava out of her current apathy.

What was going to happen to her now? Was Beatrice about to leave her here? Was this the protocol? That would explain those fleeting glances in the car. This was why she had been kept out of the loop…

Up until that very moment, the possibility that she and Beatrice would part ways hadn’t occurred to her. Now that she thought about it though, it made sense and she felt stupid.

Beatrice put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be back later.”

No, maybe she was just panicking. Beatrice would have told her otherwise, right? She wouldn’t look at her like everything was fine if she was about to get rid of her.

Trust your team…

Beatrice was her team.

Trust your team.

Ava nodded as she tried to swallow the ball of anxiety stuck in her throat.

“Follow me,” sister Othilia invited her with a soft smile.

They walked through several corridors until they reached a room. “Do you need, medical assistance?”

Ava shook her head. She had been hurt but the Halo had long since done its job to ‘mend’ her.

“There’s a bathroom, right there and a change of clothes on the bed,” Othilia continued. “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

Ava picked up the change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

The hot spray of water seemed to alleviate her growing panic, at least it did until she watched it take a pinkish hue as dry blood washed away. Panic rose again and soon the water wasn’t the only thing running down her face.

Camilla, Lilith and Mary… they had left them behind, maybe they were hurt, or worse… and it was all her fault.

Nope, she couldn’t go there.

“Get a grip!” she berated herself.

Okay, she needed to calm down and think.

What if Beatrice was just arranging the details of dumping her somewhere? Liked it or not that possibility was very real. She had something they needed to keep safe, the Halo. She was only a vessel, so nobody really cared about how she felt or her opinion. She, Ava, was an afterthought at best.

What if she ran?

Right, where would she go? She didn’t even know where they were now.

She had tried the whole going rogue and independent and it had not work out at all. Now that there was a bigger evil who could and would hurt her given the chance, her survival-on-her-own odds had clearly taken a dive.

Ava knew fear, but she hadn’t known terror until she had been alone facing Adriel. Just thinking about it made her body tremble all over.

No, running was not an option.

She couldn’t stay with people she didn’t know though, that was even more terrifying an idea.

The only way out was to get rid of the Halo… but how?

It had to reject her or she had to die? Wait, supposing she figured out how to make the Halo reject her, would she die anyway?

Fuck. How had her life turned into this whole mess? How had she gone from wishing to be dead, to being dead, to being brought back to life by some supernatural artefact, to fighting demons with said artefact?

She started pacing into the small room. She needed to find a way out. At least to come up with a plan B. The first plan was to talk to Beatrice and convince her not to drop her.

She exited the room with the intention to go find Beatrice, but Sister Othilia had other plans and just took her to their common hall where she was offered some food.

Ava’s stomach was tied into a knot so she didn’t eat anything. She asked for Beatrice but was told ‘not to worry about it’.

A terrifying thought started nagging at her. What if Beatrice had already gone?

Sister Othilia eventually led her back to the room where she had changed and left her there. Ava started to pace back and forth the second she was alone.

Even though she had nowhere to run to, she knew that if Beatrice walked away without her, she would escape. No wall could contain her, that much she knew. Maybe she could go back to the others, Mother Superion would know what to do, and surely, she’d take her back in.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when a soft knocked echoed from the door. In spite of her lack of response the door opened a little and Beatrice’s face appeared in the embrasure.

“Beatrice,” the name was spoken like a sigh of relief.

“May I come in?”

Ava nodded eagerly. She took note of Beatrice’s appearance. She frowned at the scrapes and bruises marring Beatrice’s face.

“Are you okay?” Ava asked with concerned. She reached out a hand but stopped short of making contact.

“Yes, don’t worry.”

Ava acquiesced. Thoughts were running haywire in her brain. She took a deep breath and words stumbled out of her mouth. “Please, don’t kick me to the curve,” she rushed to say.

“I know I’m just a job to you and I understand, but please, please don’t leave me here. I’ll do anything, follow orders, whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it… just please… don’t dump me with strangers… please…”

“Dump… what?”

Ava was so caught up in her plea she missed the widening of Beatrice’s eyes and her stunned expression.

“I promise, I won’t be any trouble, just don’t leave me here, don’t leave me… okay… because you’re all I have and I’m scared… I know I messed up, but please… I’m begging you, don’t…”

Despair was colouring her words but Ava didn’t care. She’d get on her knees if she had to. She’d do anything at this point, so dignity was the last thing she cared about.

“Ava…slow down,” Beatrice raised her hands in a calming gesture. “Slow down…” shaking her head as if to her kickstart her brain, then she continued. “I have no intention to leave you anywhere.”

“No?” Ava asked softly not daring to hope.

“No, of course not,” Beatrice emphasized.

Ava didn’t think and just rushed forward to take Beatrice in her arms and held on for dear life because right at this moment Beatrice was very much like a life line. The embrace was probably too tight to be comfortable, but Ava couldn’t help herself. She was so overwhelmed with relief that a sob escaped her lips and embarrassing tears started to pool at the corners of her eyes.

Much like the first time it had happened, Beatrice was taken aback by the sudden hug and it took her a few seconds to return the embrace. Feeling Ava’s trembling body made her snap back to reality. Ever since they had left the Vatican she had focus on her mission as a sister warrior, blocking anything else. Only now did she realize that she had essentially left Ava to stress out and talking herself into bad scenario.

Ava pulled back suddenly and wiped her eyes hastily. “Sorry…”

“No… don’t be,” Beatrice cut her off softly. She rubbed a hand on her forehead “This is…unprecedented, I’m out of my depth here and… a little scared if I’m honest,” Beatrice whispered the last part. “The only way I know how to cope is to hyperfocus on the task at hand, in this case, keeping you safe.”

Ava nodded in understanding. She felt a bit better now that Beatrice was indeed talking to her.

“I’m used to missions, and things going wrong,” Beatrice continued. “But you’re not and I’ve been shutting you out…letting you stew in your anxiety… and for that I’m sorry.”

Ava was agreeing with that statement, but she didn’t say anything because pushing Beatrice away held no appeal.

“So… you’re definitely not leaving me here…” Ava demanded confirmation with a shaky voice.

“Definitely not,” Beatrice assured her.

Beatrice’s mind caught up with some of Ava’s words, now she understood how truly terrified Ava must have been during the last hours. After a brief hesitation she put a hand on Ava’s shoulder, and took a moment to find the right words to assuage her fear.

“Ava, it is my job to protect you, yes, but you’re not a job. You’re my friend. Even if I had received the order to leave you, I wouldn’t have obeyed it.”

Ava looked so small and vulnerable; Beatrice remembered Ava’s confession about her deepest fear. She made a mental note to remind Ava that she was not alone on regular basis, clearly that fear was a gigantic beast and it would take time to tame it.

“You really mean that?” uncertainty coloured Ava’s tone. Tears were rolling silently along her cheeks.

“Yes,” Beatrice replied firmly. “I promised, remember? We’ll never leave you, you’ll always have us…” Beatrice trailed off, because right now the fate of Camilla, Lilith, Mary and the others was unknown. “I’ll never leave you, you’ll always have me, no matter what.”

Ava let out a breathless chuckle through her tears, remembering the promise. “Right… even if I was quadriplegic, festooned with boils or if I was a talking head in a bag…”

“Exactly.”

Ava took a deep breath and wiped her tears again. “Okay, good,” she said with a nod.

She surprised Beatrice with another fierce hug. Beatrice wasn’t use to so much physicality, still she understood Ava’s apparent need for it, so she awkwardly returned the embrace and patiently waited for Ava the pull back when she felt ready to.

It took almost two minutes for Ava to feel grounded again. She let go of Beatrice “Thank you,” she murmured.

Beatrice acquiesced silently then cleared her throat. “Listen… I can’t tell you much right now, mainly because I don’t have the full picture myself. For now, you need to get some rest because we’ll leave again before dawn.”

Ava bobbed her head up and down as she took everything in. “What about you?”

“I have a last briefing in a few. Then I’ll get some rest as well in the room next to yours.”

“Alright.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, I’ll see you later. And please, get some rest,” Beatrice ordered softly with a pat on Ava’s shoulder.

Ava watched Beatrice leave the room. Once the door was shut, she dropped onto the bed and let out a deep sigh of relief. She didn’t care what happened next now that she knew Beatrice would be by her sides. As long as that was the case, she knew they’d get through anything.

Feeling utterly drained, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into the sweet oblivion of sleep.

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Periwinkle Chp 3

Monochrome

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Harry Just did what YN suggested him to. He spent his day all by himself. Went to get a coffee very early in the morning after a long run. He read the entire book his sister got for him when she visited. He baked amazing Brownies and saved some for YN as a thank you for such an amazing idea. Ordered take out, did a face mask and gave himself a nice manicure. Went to get his tattoo done.

For the first time he didn't had to make any compromise. He ordered what he truly wanted to eat which he hardly ever got to when he's out with his friends, or when he used to take his ex-girlfriend out on dates. She had many allergies so he had to make sure not to order something which have something she is allergic to knowing she'd definitely want to share with him. He felt no shame in embracing himself with carrying out a ritual of skin care routine, and painting his nails. In fact it was one of YN's suggestions.

His day was made even better when YN had texted him suggesting that they should do something tomorrow. He wanted to see her today, he's had enough time to himself he thought and lured her into considering a little picnic to which she agreed. Surprisingly. She was just excited to show off her new hair colour and hair do.

He made sure to put the container of brownies he saved for her in his tote before heading out. He had reached before her (about ten minutes before) and saved a spot at the park near a tree under a shade. He saw YN running her way towards him with a box from some bakery, her usual carry on backpack jumping up and down with each of her rushed steps. She was spot on, on time.

How is she so punctual?

She looked amazing with her a Slightly darker shade of Usual Periwinkle hair like she said, a classic Periwinkle sun dress on her gracefully falling over all the curves of her form. White Vans with ankle length Periwinkle lacy socks.

He was in love with her monochromatic look she have going on.

Pair of black priscription glasses was just a break from all Periwinkle look. Her full front fringes made her look like a new person. Harry couldn't help but stare at her in awe, like a love sick puppy as she jogged her way to him. The hem of her dress ended just above her knees, flowing with her moments. She is a lot shorter when she's not wearing her usual healed boots.

Harry crashed back down on the earth when she finally plopped down next to him on the picnic rug.

"Yo dude, how was your day?" She asked, panting from running a long way, "you couldn't find a place at the far corner of the park?"

"I'm sorry, it's all busy by that side," he pointed to where she came from, "and my day was amazing."

"Are you like going through your goth phase or something?" She pointed out his all black look. Plus his black manicure. Plus she was confused seeing how he's not boiling up wearing all black - black button down, black skinny jeans, brown beat up Chelsea boots - in middle of summer.

"No," he laughed, "but you seem to be in your flower fairy phase."

She gasped, "is it that obvious? It means it's working then." She flipped her hair all sassy. "Anyway, I've got some amazing cheesecakes and some amazing fruity drinks Sandy's husband came by today and brought his new recipes for me to try out and give my honest review thought I'd share with you!"

"Calm down mate, how many cups of coffee did you had today?" He chuckled hearing her rant in one single breath, "and I made brownies today, saved some for you!"

"Aw!" She cooed. "And I drink tea darling."

"Let's eat these before they like melt or something," she set the box down it had four different samples of cheesecakes.

They sat there under the tree chatting, Harry talked about his last semester, that he was going to be graduating early, and the book he read today and how amazing his sister is for recommending the book to him as it was a great experience to reas it. She really preferred to listen him talk about himself than talk about her own traumatic childhood. Usually because people get defensive over when she jokes about it when in fact that's her way of not thinking much about it and just live her life.

"How did your mum reacted to your tattoo?" She asked.

"She said it looks amazing," he smiled. "You should definitely read that book, it's amazing."

"I don't like to read," she shook her head, "I'll see if I can find the audio book version of it. Your sister seems like a cool person."

"She is amazing!" He bragged, "don't you have any siblings?"

"I do, I've got four half younger siblings. They're set of twins, brothers are three and sisters are one and half." She explained.

"Aw they must be handful then."

"I don't know, I don't talk to my mother now so I don't get to see them. But I can imagine them making constant ruckus." She shrugged.

"You miss her?" He asked, "I mean your mum?"

"No, not at all." She scoffed, "we like never had a good relationship."

"You never talk about yourself, it's always me ranting about shit," late but at least he realised.

"Meh, I've got nothing interesting to share. I'm like the most boring person I know." She smiled sheepishly.

He looked extra adorable with the confused look in his eyes. His skin looked extra taken care of today, thanks to his at home spa session. His eyes have taken over more of a bluer hue under sunlight. He looked well rested and comfy. He was now taking pictures of the sunset. The lips balm which he just reapplied looked like a gloss over his plush lips. It was a bad idea to even think of wanting to kiss him again, especially when she's very sober.

"Have I got something on m'face?" He asked noticing her staring at him with almost a gaze of kitten.

"Nothing," she shook her head looking away from him immediately. Harry was quick to notice the flush on her face.

"Why is that dog running towards us?" She asked, almost terrified. Harry looked behind him to see an adorable German Shepherd puppy running towards them. "Oh fuck no!" She exclaimed getting up immediately ready to run.

"What's wrong it's adorable," Harry looked back and forth between the girl and the puppy.

"It's everything but adorable, ahh!" She squealed taking quick steps back as the puppy kept approaching her. "Just fucking hold it!"

"It's not going to do anything," Harry sighed getting up to rush after the girl being chased by a puppy.

"Chase stop!" A high pitched voice called after the dog. It was quite a view but he noticed how tensed YN's body language was.

"Who's dog is that?" She asked.

"YN I need you to stop running," he was quick to get a hold on the puppy. "Oh hello!" He cooed petting the dog.

"Thank you for catching him," the little girl said, she looked to be about seven years old dressed in a very similar dress to YN.

"Your welcome," he smiled.

"Can you please help me put this on?" She handed him a pink leash, he helped her to put it on, "his name is Chase. He's our new puppy, daddy surprised me on my birthday a week ago, it's his first time out as his doctor said he couldn't go out just yet but we got bring him out today, he's adorable, isn't he?" She ranted.

"He is very adorable," Harry smiled, "here."

She took the leash in her hand, "thank you."

"I'm so sorry about that," it a man who looked to be the little girl's dad.

"It's, it's okay!" YN sighed taking in heavy breaths. He looked a bit taken back to see YN but he left immediately. Harry bursted out laughing, he found her adorable in the moment.

"It's not funny," she huffed stomping her way back to where their stuff was.

"It was funny how you squealed and found that adorable little thing scary," he chuckled following her back to their spot. She glared at him. "Ahh!" he squealed himself running when she started chasing him.

"Stop mocking me!" She threatened.

"You look that that puppy," he commented, jogging as she sprinted after him. But she gave up, sighing she walked back. "Hey, I'm sorry!"

"You're very fucking annoying," She sighed clearly annoyed.

"I didn't know you are that scares of dogs, I'm sorry," he felt bad.

"Oh shit, Sherlock!"

"Come on, I apologise," he huffed in defeat.

"It's okay," she said. She almost lost her balance when he tackled her with a bear hug from behind.

"But you gotta admit Chase was Adorable!"

"Pfft! I don't like dogs!" She rolled her eyes, staying still thinking he'd leave her alone, but in reality she didn't wanted him to leave.

"How can you not?"

"You were not attacked a scary, not vaccinated and hormonal German Shepherd when you were eight years old and had to get ten shots right in your bum after plus four stitches on the wound." She ranted.

"Oh-" what his first reaction, "oh! I didn't know I'm sorry!"

"It's okay now if you leave me I'd like to eat my brownies?" She requested.

"Oh yes, yes sure," he left her, they were both sat back on their picnic spot. "Do you like it? Made it from scratch!" He bragged seeing her take a bite from the brownies he made.

"It's okay, okay," she hummed, "just kidding. It's amazing!" She chuckled seeing his upset face. That was her way of getting back at him for making fun of her being scared of that puppy.

"You meanie!" He pouted.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"It wasn't a compliment."

"It's about perspective," she countered.

"You're weird."

She just chuckled. Harry just sat there admiring the view - wink wink - whilst YN updated her own Instagram stories with little pictures of cheesecakes and Harry's made from scratch brownies, which were absolutely delicious.

There was a turmoil of emotions going back and forth between his heart and brain. Almost a war of it's own. Now his relationship with ex wasn't really going well for the last couple of months before he ended things. Why is he feeling guilty for liking someone else and letting his feelings grow for them? He is definitely very sure over his ex already, he has been even before she became an ex.

Maybe because YN isn't interested in him. He wouldn't want to come out as try hard kinda guy. At least he can try and convey his feelings? That will not ruin their friendship right? Like they literally slept together not even a day ago!

Come on Harry man the fuck up! It was his inner voice screaming at him.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked.

"What is it?" She asked keeping her phone aside.

"I'll take that 'cause if you hit me it will cut open my head!" He took the glass bottle of strawberry milkshake (which also was given by Sandy's husband in exchange of feedback) away from her.

"What?" She laughed.

"I don't know how you will react to what I'm gonna say," he shrugged.

"Right but I will never hit you with a glass bottle of strawberry milkshake. And that too on your head!" She almost died laughing. "But anyway, what is it?"

"I don't know how to really say it," he looked down sheepishly, folding his legs under his thighs and sitting in a meditation position. He caught her staring at him intently which made it worse to actually say what he wants to, he is nervous.

"Hey are you okay?" She asked, sounding very concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I am totally okay." He was quick to assure her, "I'm gonna say it as I can't find another way to say so. I, I really like you."

YN knew there was more to what he had to say. She had all the time in thi world, for him, so she just let him finish. He talks real slow and she already have ten questions in her mind.

"I, I have actually for a little while. It was just a little infatuation at first, but ummm, it grew on me day by day." He explained, "I was also sorting out my feelings and emotions. I don't know after night before I just really can't just think of anything. I'm sorry, it's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just want to get this out and regret later not telling you."

"Who told you I don't feel the same way?" She asked, "but before I just want to ask, why did you really breakup with your girlfriend?"

"Because she cheated on me," he answered, "are we really going to talk about this now?" He felt a little upset that he was here confessing his feelings for her and she is asking about his ex. His feelings matter, but so does hers so he didn't felt the need to react to it just yet. At least not before hearing why she asked that.

"Yes, you were with her for a year Harry, it's not easy to move on. I know everyone is different, I am not saying you can't move on this quickly. I just don't want to - I don't know how to say it. I just don't want more things on my plate now, I have enough." She explained, "I am not going to deny now that we are talking about this. I've liked you for a long time, I didn't know you were dating someone. Just you know? I told you already!"

Is it bad that she is putting herself first? She never know what is going to happen in future, they both would obviously want more if this conversation went the other way. Why is she feeling bad? She wouldn't want whoever this ex of his is to come running back to him and him dumping her for this person.

She had a fear of losing people close to her and she had been staying away from dating all together just focusing on herself for now. Having her little (not to little) one sided crush on him was just enough for her.

"And I really don't know where you wanna go from here," she added.

"I don't know either," he shrugged. "Do you wanna grab breakfast tomorrow?"

"I've got a few appointments tomorrow," her voice sounded sad, "but we can go for dinner if you're free."

"Mhmm, that would be good," he agreed. They both got to wrapping up their picnic set up and collecting their trash.

"Yeah?" She smiled, "dress a little fancy you're going to love this place!"

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"I'll keep it a surprise," she said, and proud yet smug smile on her face.

"Sure," he didn't know what else to say.

Harry walked YN to her car, he tried to be smarty pants and dig out where they are going for dinner the next day, but she is smarter than him and she never gave into his little play of words.

"I know what you're doing, Harry quit it," she rolled her eyes throwing her bag into the back seat of her car and shutting the door. He just laughed.

"Hey before you go," his hand went to stop on top of hers on the door of driver seat of her car, "I know this is confusing, for me it is, but I get it where you're coming from and I just need you to trust me, alright?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded.

"Drive home safe, okay," he wasn't asking her, he was telling her.

"Yeah," YN nodded again.

She lost it completely when he leaned in and pressed a longing, soft kiss on her forehead which lingered moments after he pulled away. He smiled at her before he walked over to his own car.

God she felt her soul leave her body!

Just as she got into her car finally being able to gather herself, her phone started ringing.

Harry was able to glance at her as he drove past, he saw her squealing and jumping whilst on a call. She is adorably weird sometimes.

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It was 8.30 in the morning when his phone went off with a spam of texts before he got a call. He was still half asleep but the call was from YN.

"Ello?" He said.

"Get your ass out of your bed and meet in thirty by the Starbucks!" She ordered.

"What? Why?" He sighed.

"Come on dude, I need you help it's urgent!" She whined.

"Fine, but which Starbucks?" He asked.

"The one down the street!" She exclaimed.

"Okay, okay!" He was already pushing himself out of his comfy bed.

"By thirty, I mean thirty minutes sharp!" She said before she hung up. He is going to need to hurry the fuck up.

Harry took the quickest and coldest shower, changed, fixed his hair, put on his moisturiser and sunscreen (it is very essential!) before he headed out. He chose to walk as it was just five minutes away for him, also he reckoned YN might be getting her own car. By the time he reached to the Starbucks he saw her already coming out of the store with two cups of coffee.

"Hi," she greeted him with the biggest smile on her face.

"Hey, good morning," he was quick to collect her in a warm hug.

"Good morning," she handed him a cup of coffee. It was a plain black coffee with no sugar, no milk for him. "We're going to go pick someone!" She announced as they both got in her car.

"Who?" He buckled his seat belt.

"Gus, my fur child," she shared.

"You're getting a dog?" He acted surprised.

"Oh fuck no!" She sighed, "he is a baby cat. Five months old from Manchester."

"Oh, I'm from Manchester," Harry grinned.

"I know, he's like the cutest and cuddliest thing ever," she ranted about this new kitten, "I wasn't going to have him for next three days but his breeder informed that he can fly in today. So we're going to go pick him up now!"

"You're taking be along just 'cause you think I might know Gus?" He asked jokingly.

"Basically, yeah," she nodded.

She even showed him pictures of Gus when they stopped at a red light. Harry would agree he's like a little cotton ball with big blue eyes.

"Why are you getting a cat all of sudden?" He asked.

"It's not something impulsive. I was a six month long process and three month long wait." She said, "I did not wanted to get a pet just yet but my therapist adviced me to get one. Like an Emotional support animal. So yeah, I really thought about it."

"You go to therapy?" He asked.

"Yeah, since I was 15," she shrugged, seemed to be very comfortable about it.

Soon they picked up the kitten from the airport. Harry was swooned by the little moving ball of fur. Now he understood why YN gave up her appointments to someone else for the day. He wanted to get him out of the carrier then and there and play with him. But he had to wait until they het to her place.

Harry decided to drive. Gus was very calm and silent all the way back to his new home.

"My sister used to go to therapy too," Harry shared.

"Hope she is doing fine now. It really does help alot," YN smiled.

"She's doing amazing actually," he said proudly. "Do you mind me asking if it is helping you?"

"Of course not. It is helping, a little at a time. I just have an hour and half long sessions twice a week." She shared, "there is a lot to get over you know. But I've finally found a therapist who I click with, it is so fucking annoying to repeat the same shit over and over again to every new therapist!" She groaned making him chuckle.

"You never tell me about me about yourself, you've got an hour," he said taking a look at the GPS.

"Do you really want to hear my sap, tragic and horrid story?" She chuckled, not believing he actually is interested in hearing her story.

"Yes, I do. And I'll decide if it's a sap, tragic and horrid story as you put it." He assured her, his classic smirk plastered over his face.

"You're annoying," she rolled her eyes. He knows that look does things to her by now. "I don't know if you'll believe me but, it's your choice if you wanna or not wanna I really don't mind."

"I was born in California to my excuse of a witch mother. I was around two and half years old by the time when she like took me back to India and put me in an orphanage." She started, "she, she was an addict but have been clean for about seven-ish years. She obviously did not wanted me, nor did she tell anything to my grandma. I don't know how she like kept a whole ass human she pushed out a secret from her own mother. But I was adopted. By adopted parents like put me into this bording school facility thing when I was four. It was like a horrible, horrible place!"

"Turned out they didn't wanted me either 'cause they were finally able to have a kid of their own, they didn't had to pay for me it was a sketchy place. They claimed to be run by the government but it's not the truth. I was there for like ten years. Before like my grandma found out. Because that woman was now clean, sober, was married to this rich Mexican dude she met on fucking tinder and was trying for kids. That how my grandma found out about it."

"She said she was drunk and high ass off, didn't know she was pregnant, doesn't know who my dad is. Even the speculate ones didn't wanted to be involved in anything, not even getting the tests done. My mother— oh I hate to call her that— was just 19, was there to get her law degree. She like put up with me with me for about two years before she shipped me off to India where she could really just easily put me up for adoption. And that was that." She ended her story taking in a long breath.

Harry seemed to be listening to her very carefully. He was so surprised she did not stutter, nor did she get teary eyed whilst talking about it. He knows there is more to the story.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that," he said, "and I believe you."

"It's not your fault, you don't have to feel sorry about that," she smiled.

"Didn't the bording school try to contact your orphanage?" He asked.

"They never," she shook her head, "they never tried. I doubt they wanted to. And like I was very notorious for trying to escape that hell. It was like a prison basically. We were allowed to walk out on the pavement for just an hour a day. Got to go to bed at twelve, were woken up by five, had to do our own laundry by hand. Clean up the place because, well we lived there. Had to put up with prick guards to always tried to assualt the kids there. Turned out it was like a huge human trafficking thing in disguise and I was like very hard to be sold 'cause like I wiggled through tiny spaces and they couldn't drug us as those would kill the kids sometimes and they'd be in loss."

"This one time I like was so fucking close to escaping when I was like eight, I could fit through the railings of surrounding the building," she chuckled, "a huge german shepherd was released onto me, who was not given any vet care and was very fucking hormonal. Hence why I'm scared those fuckers. I get goose bumps talking about it. That place is shut down though, my grandparents made sure to sue them."

"I don't know what to say," he couldn't believe her.

"You don't have to, it's quite traumatic I know," she shrugged, "I've accepted it and moving past it now. I don't usually like to talk about it though."

"I understand why now, it's okay," he said, "you're very brave to be smiling through telling your story darling. I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you," she looked at bim with a soft gaze. She has never been told that except for her grandma. "I don't like to cry, makes me feel all sorts of weird."

"It isn't, and it shouldn't be."

"I know, but why waste my precious tears on something I can't change?" She shrugged.

"I like the way you think," he smiled.

"Thank you, thank you!" She bowed in courtesy. Gus meowed loudly in the background.

All day till early evening they both spent playing with Gus and getting familiar with him. Harry needed to go see his friends from college before they both went out for dinner.

"Hey, I've got to go." Harry said, "going to see Niall and Louis after a long time. So see you in evening, yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded and walked him to the door.

"And..." He stopped, "can I kiss you before I go?"

"You want to?" She was a little surprised and tried hide the ten back flips and then eleven front flips her tummy did right then and there.

"Mhmm," he nodded.

"Then you can kiss me." She shrugged. Harry just took half a step closer to her leaning down he planted a soft kiss on the full of her mouth. His touch was so soft and tender it almost made her go weak in her knees.

"Have fun with, Gus." He whispered before another kiss was pressed on her eyebrows before he slipped out the door. She shut the door behind her.

"Ah! Gus, this guy gonna be the death of me," she sighed a whined, sliding down the door on the floor. Gus was quick to hop his way towards her and hop on her lap for sleepy cuddles.

She was falling really quick and deep for this guy!

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lonespektr · 7 months

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OCTOBER 2ND HORROR WATCH

Emergency (2022)

Two black kids in a PWI

They are trying to complete some 7 party in one night thing

They are in a taboo class and the professor is dropping the hard r several times

There's a nerd and a slacker

The schedule: 🤣🤣

BLACK out - black light party

Green room - weed

(why not there last???)

A lame party

Anything But Clothes cool party

Refueling

Equinox idk flower power party

Underground coolest apparently

Fanny pack carlos apparently

The nerds fancy lab experiment just went to shit because the fridge seal quality

They are doubling back cause that's his whole thesis

Apparently Carlos left the door open to their spot

Uh but there's a passed out white girl on the ground in their place

The slacker is already too high

Carlos is apparently oblivious in his room gaming

She's obviously OD'ing

She just threw up

That's honest information don't get mad 🤣🤣🤣

Ahh the phone is still in the vomit

They said we need a white girl to call 911 for us

Now they are brain storming who to call to call

They are calling a bunch of people who aren't on campus

Asians are neutral to police 🤣🤣

Slacker won't let nerd call 911 himself

Slacker was like we can drop her at a fraternity house outside

Carlos is like no someone will see us

Nerd is like what the actual fuck is wrong with both of you want to drop a passed out girl at a frat??

Nerd says we can just drop her to the hospital ourselves after we change into clothes that make us look very respectable

That's actually not a bad idea i apologize for getting in your circle

Yt bestie looking for her

Can you see her from up there 🤣🤣🤣

It's her sis

They go back to the horrific plan of dumping her body at a frat

Frat attack

Back to the van

These dumb asses haven't given her any water carlos tried to give her a sports drink which probably had the pregame mix in it

Slacker is paranoid due to weed

His cousin got shot by police

White people come out to the neighborhood filming them shouting that they are dealing drigs

They of course have a black lives matter sign in their yard

Now he definitely did give emma a bunch of booze

Carlos is very fucking weird talking to her like a kindergartner

She's talking now enough to say shes a minor grade 12

They need to switch cars because the frat guys busted their tail light

They go to slackersfam house but they see the girl and every single black man runs out of the house

This is so far .. i have been told there is a twist -an extended scene of blackish where those two (man i am terrible with names) avoid the elevator with the white girl toddler in it

Emma finally sobers up for two secs freaks out causes the van crash

They go look for her in the woods

They are mean to carlos again unprompted (the granola comment is warrented)

Blackness off

I love you still (in the middle of the fight)

She is ....up a tree, throwing up again

The brunette called out the sister for being a bitch this whole time

The rescue squad have caught up to our fractured protagonist

She attacked them with a stick

After a long misunderstanding and some yelling and pepper spray and it turns out the boy brunette is crushing on is related to carlos

So trust is established!

Slacker ditches (on carlos cuz bike) because sister keeps saying they hurt her

The police finally catch up to them because they obviously called in the van and plates when they started tracking the car

Brunette is quite flummoxed to find out her crush is Mexican

The cops surrounded the van

Nerd has been giving CPR this whole time cause sis has been fucking ODing the entire night

They pull everyone out of the van separate the white girls and the two Mexicans both light but one obviously phenotypically Mexican

Pull several guns on nerd

They ignore white girl for several mins screaming my sister is dying (like cops do) and keep pointing several guns at nerd until

Finally one cop checks the van they forget all about nerd for two secs

Now Carlos and nerd are on the curb and the white presenting cousin and the brunette are witnessing

The cops believe the story

Nerd is very not okay about almost being murdered

Carlos said you're my hero

Carlos and nerd finally walk back to the lab to save his science

Slacker is already there sleeping wedged against the door

He left the party (there was a shot of mold on the party wall)

Carlos bails for their reconciliation

Big cry, one strike against toxic masculinity

Nerd congrats party hes going to Princeton

The girls come back to thank/apologize

Ha YES he closes the door in her face mid apology for being racist 🤣🤣🤣

Hmmm ok i dunno what people thought the ywist was but there wasn't one

They ended on a close up of nerd reacting to a passing siren

This young man now has full ptsd now for life

Lol these dumb asses put up their own plaque clandestinely

Very good working colorism in there

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kenovele · 10 months

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Bogs Blog 32

After our two days in Te Aroha at the start of the week, I took the rest of the week off and we went to Kaitaia. On Friday it is a public holiday for Martariki/ the Māori New Year. The Māori are people who like many tribes, live by the moon, the tides and the planting season, so as we head out of winter and start to sew the seeds for summer, the Māori year begins. This day also coincides with the arrival of a star constellation in our skies called the Seven Sisters or Martariki. But for us, it just meant a good excuse to take a long weekend and head up to see Grant and Jill in Kaitaia!

The idea was to also follow Jamie up to Kaitaia to give him the proper send off for starting his van trip. It has been long delayed, I think he was initially supposed to start his trip after his birthday in May, but despite the setbacks, he has now started and it worked out pretty well for us too. On Tuesday night we drove up to Ellerslie to stay with my Aunty and Uncle as we were also taking Jasper with us. We had a nice dinner with them before having an earl night as we were planning on hitting the road early. We woke up at 4.30, Jojo, my Aunt, also woke up as she had the flower market, so at 4.30am we were all up, had our morning coffees and then we were on the road. Starting in Ellerslie and before all of the traffic was a great call, by 7am we were half way there and the trip was pretty fast. We had a break at half time and went for a walk in Whangarei near the waterfall and surrounding New Zealand bush. It was a stunning walk and a lovely way to start our morning and stretch our legs. The New Zealand bush is really something that you don’t see anywhere else, it is so dense with vegetation, every layer of the bush has something growing and competing for light. Benoit and I love walking, checking out the wildlife, flora and faun and doing our best to identify as many of the trees as possible. Once we arrived at Grant and Jills, we had lunch with everyone, as always the first shared meal is a long one, full of catch up stories and laughs. Then Jasper, Benoit and I headed out to the bach to get unpacked and check out the surf. Jamie had bought all our surfboards up for us, so luckily we didn’t have to drive 5 hours with them on top of my car, but so worth it as we had a great time playing in the waves that first day. I was actually surprised with myself, I was keen to get in the water and use up some energy, and try catch some waves. That first afternoon we just surfed outside the bach as the waves looked pretty good and we were happy to just have a play. But since then, Benoit had his sights set on the well known surfer spot, shipwrecked bay. Like the name suggests there is what is left of an old shipwreck in the bay. What remains is only the boiler room, but at low tide you can see what isn’t buried by the sand and years of salt water erosion. The bay is small with a near perfect left hand break. The waves were small for the rest of the weekend and the conditions were perfect for beginners. We spent a few hours every day surfing, enjoying the clear cold water, the sun on our faces and a the feeling of gliding along either while paddling out or catching the occasional wave. We were all happy with our progress and I think a few more days and a few of surfing sessions would have been appreciated.

Apart from surfing we spent time with Grant and Jill, we helped Jamie with some serious repairs on his van. He is currently tackling quite a few projects on the van and is slowly regretting the fact that he built such a masterpiece in a van with so many problems. We spent a significant amount of time grinding out areas that were rusted through, painting it with rust kill, priming and re-painting them. It is a long process and one that really makes your realise how much rust was already in the van, but one that is luckily fixable. While Benoit and Jamie were doing that, I wrote ‘The Travelling Wood Turner’ on the Vans sides, first in pencil and then I went over it in paint. He did want to have one of his friends do it in spray paint, but he ran out of time, so I was on signwriting duties. It was a fun task and much better than grinding out rust. Grantie had the task of building a lathe attachment to the back of the van. The idea is to turn wood during his travels and raise money for suicide awareness, so one of the integral parts of the trip requires the capability to be able to turn his wood. He bought a little lathe that is smaller and lighter than his existing one, and then Grant and Jamie designed and welded up an attachment to the back of his van to support it. It is quite a large box despite being one of the smallest lathes he could buy so it is not an easy task. They plan to attach it to the towbar but they are still in the development phase so I am not yet sure how it turned out.

On Sunday morning we left the winterless north, with slight tans on our faces from the hours spent in the salt water and sun and with a heavy muscle fatigue from surfing and the sea air. It is always a treat to head up north, to see family, to enjoy the quieter and more simple side of life. One where most problems are solved with a beer at the end of the day, and simple pleasures like a good meal or a win for the All Blacks is all that you need. We were so blessed with the weather these last few days, it almost felt like summer, maybe we should come live here for a while?

Love Kate xxx

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thatbitch6sblog · 1 year

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One day i'll watch as you're leaving ~ original character

summary: Ghost hunters meet ghost girl and things happen. I am verry bad at writing summaries. There is now smut in this

warnings: oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, finger fucking, semi-public sex

*2k words*

a/n: This is my first fic with smut. criticism is always welcome :)

* Claire POV* “I’m actually dead.” I whisper to myself. The last thing I remember was standing in the kitchen making a cake for my new years get together for me and my brother. The mess was everywhere so the plan was to clean the counter when the cake was in the oven. The cleaning started with washing my hands.

I was watching my hands focusing on scrubbing the flower of my hands when I heard a noise coming from my bedroom of my apartment. I opened the door and there was a man. He was dressed in all black clothing though you couldn't miss him standing in front of my yellow wallpaper. He walked to me with a speedy pace. I tried to run backwards in the direction of my door.

Once I tried to go through the door, the door was closed. It must’ve closed because of the wind. Then suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach.The pain kept on going and going. And now I’m here, standing next to my dead corpse. David, my brother, is supposed to be here in fifteen minutes and I’m afraid he can not handle this emotionally.

Fifteen minutes later I’m standing here watching my brother panic beside my dead body. I start screaming at him to call the police but he won’t hear me obviously because I’m still dead. Then finally he picks up his phone, with tears rolling down his face, and calls the police. Some time later the police arrive and David gets taken to the police station while I can’t go anywhere. I think I might be stuck in my own home for forever now.

* Theodore POV* 20 years later I am sitting in the van, which my friends and I bought after we had a viral video on youtube. We are ghost hunters for our youtube channel. Today we planned to go to a haunted house in a little town in California. We arrived at the house, where we arranged a tour with David Waters.

“Hello my name is David Waters, I am the owner of the house.” Finn decided to ask about what happened. “My little sister was murdered in her own bedroom. She was stabbed in her stomach multiple times. We still have the original yellow wallpaper on the walls and in some places you can see spots of blood if you look closely.

This whole thing happened around new year. At the time she was baking a cake and probably heard a noise in the bedroom. She went to the bedroom and that is where it happened.” He told us about how he was supposed to meet Claire for their new year party but when he arrived at her house she was dead in her bedroom.

“How old was she at the time?” I asked. “She was 22 years old when she died.” Before David could tell us more about the story we asked more questions. “What kind of spirit is she?” To which David responded “she is very emotional and doesn’t trust men easily because of what happened.

Some people who come here feel a scratch in the neck and some men experience a push in the stomach. She is obviously most active in her bedroom. Although people have seen her in the kitchen.” I give my friend Jacob a look and he starts grinning. “Maybe we get something on camera.” After some time talking with David we went into the house, just the three of us.

We start off in the kitchen. “Okay, so I think we can start our investigation in the kitchen because she was making a cake for her new year party.” Finn tells us. “Hello Claire, we just want to talk to you. We don’t mean any harm and just want to know your story.

*Claire POV* I’ve been dead for 20 years now and nothing big has changed since then. My house is the same. Only my brother is doing tours about my death. I’ve heard of things like this when I was alive. People come to haunted houses all the time. But since I’m the dead one my house is now a haunted house.

I’ve recently begun to scratch and touch people in the stomach so they know I’m still here. Now three guys are standing in my house discussing the best ways to reach me. “Hello Claire, we just want to talk to you. We don’t mean any harm and just want to know your story.” says the guy with blond hair.

They set up a weird device in my kitchen. It’s a small round gadget. They all look at it as if it is supposed to do something. I walk in the direction of it and try to reach for it when it lights up. The guy with black hair yells out. “Oh my god! Finn did you see that?” To which he responds with more ‘oh my god’s. Then all of a sudden they start asking questions and tell me that I should respond by touching the gadget. “Once for yes and twice for no. Are you Claire?” The brown haired guy calls out. I wait for a bit and then reach my hand out and the lights start glowing again. The guy whose name I assume is Finn stands with a shock on his face and doesn’t move. “Do you wish to harm us?” The guy asks with black hair. I look at him and think to myself ‘he is kinda cute’. I reach out for the gadget to light up and make it light up again. I look around to see all the relieved faces.

*Claire POV* They have been investigating for a very long time and I have been playing along with their little game. I’ve decided just now that I’m playing my game from now on. “I think the best thing we can try now is the Estes method. That way we can clearly communicate with Claire.’’ Jacob says.

After discussing with each other if doing the Estes method was the right thing to do they set up a rocking chair. Theodore sits in the chair and puts on his headphones and blindfold. I think of the best thing to say but decide to just start easy. “Man’’ it is. “Yup, a man is sitting in your chair.’’ the blond one says while laughing.

‘Okay I'll start playing my game then’ I think to myself. I try to get through my words as best as possible. “Green’’ and “hot’’ seem like the best choices because Theodore is wearing green. Finn and Jacob freak out but Theodore seems to have made the connection between himself and green because he is grinning. Jacob then continues. “Let me try something. Do you think our friend, Theodore here, is cute?’’ “Yes” “maybe even hot?’’ “Yes’’ “Bro we got to tell this to Theo.’’

They tap Theodore on the shoulder and he takes off his headphones and blindfold. “We didn’t get to know anything about her past but because she said ‘man’, we asked her if she thought of you as ‘cute’ or ‘hot’ and to both questions she responded with ‘yes’.” “Great so now i have a ghost crushing on me.’’

The boys asked more via the Estes method about my past but this time I did answer them. They got what they wanted and wanted to take a picture before they left. “Let's take a mirror pic in her bedroom mirror.’’ they all looked at Jacob with a look that said ‘Are you serious right now?’ but they did it anyway. When the photo was taken I stood right next to Theodore.

Finn looked at the photo but didn't pay attention. They walk up to the door and say their goodbyes. “Nothing can follow us home, we do not invite you to follow us.” One of them says seriously. But then the blond one follows it up with “Claire can follow Theodore home.’’ But the stern looks make him say that it’s a joke.

*Theodore POV* When I finally get home, I receive the picture we took in the apartment of that poor girl Claire along with scared emojis. I sit up straight immediately. She is in the picture next to me but not just standing there, she is kissing my cheek. ‘Theo has got himself a ghost girlfriend.’ Finn’s text message says. I ignore the message and get ready for bed. But not before I tried the ovilus. “Claire are you here?’’ the ovilus answers with the word ‘present’. “Do you have a crush on me, Claire?’’ no answer. I decided to leave it alone and go to sleep. “Sweet dreams Claire.’’

Theodore is in a bar, standing against the wall with a drink in his hand. Suddenly someone bumps into him. “Watch where you're going dude!” Theodore says but the guy is already nowhere to be seen. As he looks at his now shirt drenched in beer, he decides it’s best to dry it as best as possible.

Theodore walks over to the bathroom. He finds a hand dryer and takes off his shirt. While drying his shirt a woman walks out of a stall and gives him a dirty look. ‘She must have accidentally walked in the wrong bathroom.’ He thinks to himself. His shirt is almost dry but then another woman walks out of another stall. This time she just stands there. “Am I in the wrong bathroom or are you? '' she asks. “You are the second woman to walk out of the stalls so I think I’m in the wrong.” Theodore turns to walk away while putting his shirt back on. “I guess I’ll go.”

“You can stay here with me,” she blushes, “and you can keep your shirt off.” He smirks at her comment and walks closer towards her. “Oh you’d like it off?” He says in a teasing tone. “Yes'' Suddenly he walks to her and grabs her head with one hand and her waist with the other pulling her closer. The two start heavily making out. All of a sudden Theodore pulls her into a stall, closes the door and locks it.

He turnes them so she’s standing against the door. She’s wearing a dress so all he has to do is lift the dress to reach her already wet panties. His hands pause for a bit while he waits for her nod of approval. She nods excitedly. He slips his hand down her underwear between her folds. “You’re so wet for me princes.” And she lets out a moan.

He starts kissing down her neck. She starts pulling in his dark hair which makes his grip now resting on her hip tighten. He lets a finger sink in her cunt. “You’re so good for me.” The praise is hitting her in all the right places and she feels herself clench. He adds a finger and speeds up the pace. A bunch of “oh my god”s and breathy moans leave her mouth. He then adds pressure to her clit which then sends her over the edge.

She comes while panting heavily. “Wow, you’re such a good girl for me.” Among other praises leave his mouth. He then lifts his fingers into his mouth and sucks his fingers clean. “So good princes.” Suddenly she turns them around so he is standing with his back to the door of the stall.

She slowly sinks to her knees and starts opening his zipper. He nods that she can continue. While she tugs his jeans down she can clearly see the outlining of his cock. As she now tugs his boxers down his dick springs free. She looks at him with lust in her eyes. “Open up princess.” She opens her mouth and takes almost all of him. His hand soon finds her hair as he pushes himself further down her throat. As he hits the back of her throat he groans. He held her there for a second before letting her come up for air again. “Such a good girl, princess. You take me so well.” She tightens her lips and after a while he twitches in her mouth and he hits his peak. He spills his cum in her mouth while she swallows most of it. After cleaning up Theodore decides to take the girl to her house.

“I just remember you never even told me your name” she chuckles “It’s Claire”

Suddenly Theodore wakes up. He’s sweating all over his body. He looks back at his bed and it looks like he came straight out of a pool. He was sweating so much. The realisation kicks in as he looks down at his hard erection. He had a dream about a ghost.

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other.

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth.

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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atruththatyoudeny · 3 years

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Happy 28th! A new month - so new fics for you to find and enjoy! I can’t say it enough: all the authors in this fandom are truly amazing! Thank you so much for continuously sharing your hard work with us ♥ Here are the 14 fics I read and enjoyed this month:

A Hungry Heart | jacaranda_bloom | Great British Bake Off AU - famous/not famous - cliches - pining - angst - smut - 27k Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos. Or the one where the Bake Off tent has never been so hot, and it’s got nothing to do with what’s in the ovens.

Teenage Rebellion Never Worked Out So Well | panda_bear21 | arranged marriage - friends to lovers - 55k “I’m an adult!” He glanced down at Harry, who seemed anything but at the moment, where he was definitely on the brink of a temper tantrum. “We’re both adults!” Jay glanced to Anne again, before breathing out a heavy sigh. “Yes, but you’re both adults that do not have jobs and who live off of our money… Which means, you have to do what we say… or you’ll have to find a new place to live.” “You wouldn’t do that.” Louis dared, hoping his glare was enough to guilt trip his mother into calling the whole thing off. Or to tell them that it had all just been a huge joke and they weren’t actually being forced into marrying a complete stranger. “Oh, but we would.” Or the super cliché arranged marriage fic where things escalate way too quickly.

Heartbreak Hotel | noellehenry | time travel - 1950s - historical - pining - 29k British popstar Harry Styles is thrown back in time after an unfortunate accident on stage. He wakes up in a small town in the US in the 1950's, where life is slightly different from 2015. With help from Niall and Liam he tries to adjust to his new life; without mobile phones and a world wide web to keep up with the world and where showing interest in nice cute boys with bright blue eyes is a no-no. Time travel and 1950's AU where Liam is an English teacher, Niall owns the Best Song Ever record shop, James runs Corden's Diner, Elvis fan Louis is the cute boy with the blue eyes and Harry..... just tries to survive really.

Playdate | Larry_you_know | getting together - misunderstandings - kid fic - fluff - 7k When Harry’s sister asked him to pick up her son at a kids' birthday party he sure didn’t expect to be stunned by the blue-eyed brother of the birthday twins. Using his nephew to see Louis again, he falls hard and fast. But how does one turn a playdate into a real date?

tread lightly on my ground | fairytalelights | a/b/o - mpreg - touch-starved - miscommunication - friends to lovers - touch deprivation - smut - 21k No, that's the tragic part of this, the part that makes Harry feel like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. The father of his baby is exactly right, exactly who he always imagined himself having kids with. He just imagined them married, bonded. Happy. He didn't imagine them barely talking, tip-toeing around each other because neither of them is brave enough to talk about what happened between them. He didn't imagine the father of his child not loving him back. or, the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

Not Ready for This | berzerkshires | kid fic - single parents - smut - 18k Prompt for HLSummerFest2021: Louis and Harry are both single fathers and their children decide to go out on a date. The dads insist on meeting one another before they agree to let their child go out on this date.

Secret's Safe With Me | alltheselights | boss/employee relationship - secret relationship - toxic relationship (not h/l) - slow burn - smut - 59k But here’s the thing about secrets that people tend to forget—they’re deeply personal things. Tiny pieces of information about someone that they keep locked inside and only let out at certain moments, or to certain people, or not at all. Secrets have value, you see, even if only to the person holding them inside. If those secrets were to be told, if those tiny jagged pieces of someone, the parts they hold most dear, the parts they hide out of shame or fear or regret—if those pieces were exposed to someone, it would have the potential to change everything. When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it's embarrassing, sure, but it's also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

Marks On My Baby | thinlines | a/b/o - college/university - friends to lovers - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff - smut - 32k “What’s that?” Harry hadn’t meant for his voice to sound so sharp and even he winced at his own outburst. It was more of a hiss than an actual question, but for now, he was too surprised to care. “What’s what?” The omega asked, eyebrows raised and lips pinched. Harry knew he was probably mad at him for interrupting his rant, but the alpha was too on edge to bother pleasing the boy. “On your neck… Your bondmark spot…” His voice had grown low and deep, almost a growl. Who knew a single love bite on his omega friend's neck would trigger Harry this much? Certainly not the alpha himself.

Rogue | Laventriloque | a/b/o - werewolves - minor character death - hurt/comfort - past abuse - past rape/non-con - soulmates - smut - 95k “No, Liam! How many times do I have to… before you finally… NO WAY … a rogue in our pack?… cannot trust him … don’t care to know him … have enough members to worry about.” He hears more indistinct shouts before he hears pretty clearly: “His own pack didn’t want him!” Sitting here, his precious bag between his feet and everyone in the room looking at him, some with pity, some with disdain, some with curiosity, Louis feels like someone squeezed his heart in their hands and isn’t letting it go. He wills his head to stay up high and his posture to stay confident. He will not flee the room. He will not let that stupid lump in his throat get the better of him. He will stay here until Liam returns. He will take the rejection in stride and move on. Like he’s been doing all his life." -- Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindest one he's ever met.

indian summer | docklands | strangers to lovers - hurt/comfort - banter - smut - 30k Harry runs a smoothie shop, which also happens to be an ever-moving caravan. He spends one week in each location and drives straight to the next, always eager for adventure. It isn't until his van breaks down and he needs to call for a mechanic that he starts to ponder his life choices. Louis, the said mechanic, is an anchor in Harry's wild sea, but his hard metal might be too much for Harry's unpredictable antics.

A Silver Lining In A Storm (You Were Lightning, I Was Born) | FallingLikeThis | arranged marriage - royalty - a/b/o - mpreg - minor character death - murder - non-graphic violence - angst - hurt/comfort - 7k Omega Prince Harry had always known that he was going to have an arranged marriage. But after the death of his first fiancé, a man who turned out far worse than Harry thought possible, his subsequent marriage to the man's brother leaves Harry finding it difficult to trust that everything will work out. Especially considering the only responsibility he’s aware of is to give his husband, the future king, an heir.

A Twist of Fate | myfearlesslou | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - soulmates - angst - 35k Since the moment Harry presented as an omega, all he's ever wanted was to have a baby. Fate had another idea in mind for him. Giving up on trying to conceive, he decides to adopt a new born baby boy. After months of loving and caring for the boy, a strange man comes into his life, taking him by surprise. Not wanting to lose the child he's loved from the moment he laid eyes on him, Harry does whatever he can to keep the boy safe and in his arms. Even if that means following the handsome stranger to a part of the woods he's never seen before.

Trust Me Tonight | 28sunflowers | historical - royalty - regency - arranged marriage - first time - mpreg - pwp - 10k After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week. Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband. There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

i got a heart (but i don't got a soul) | tempolarriefics | mythical beings Á creatures - enemies to lovers - childhood friends - famous/not famous - soulmates - angel/demon relationship - demon/human relationship - 19k “We’re soulmates.” Louis’ eyes flick from the tattoo back to Harry’s face, where his eyes are shining with excitement. Louis wonders if he is supposed to feel excited, too. He’s supposed to feel something, surely, besides his usual bitterness for Harry. He thinks back to how Lottie had described meeting Sam, how she had known in her heart that he was meant for her even before he said his phrase. He can’t help but wonder if he would be feeling differently if he hadn’t gone and sold his soul. Or, the one where louis sells his soul before meeting his soulmate, harry is a popstar with a heart of gold, niall is inadvertently responsible for harry's boners, liam is a meddling angel, and zayn is a demon who made a mistake

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #my reads #monthly fic rec #monthly reads #larry fics #completed fics

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CHAPTER 10: SOMETHING ABOUT THAT SUNSHINE (PART B)

↳ Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

↳ word count: 2.1k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: Angst, fluff, Moody teenagers, Taehyun is just sad ok :(((, they kith

One hand on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh—Taehyun felt so light and carefree as they drove through the streets of Seoul together. The radio played a familiar song, one he’d know in his sleep. After all, it was his—or rather TXT’s.

Nunape pyeolchyeojin geon uyutbit eunasu.

Pieonan geumbit gyejeol, like our summer.

Taehyun smiled as Y/N’s hand fell down, covering his that was resting on her thigh. A bright smile was on her face as she brought her free hand up—taking a picture of them both inside the car. She then lowered the camera—hand still on her, as she reviewed the photos.

Eodie isseodo, eotteon gyejeoredo.

Uriga hamkkeramyeon, feel like summer.

He smiled, grasping her hand as he heard her mumble the lyrics under her breath. Taehyun laughed, eyes flickering to the side mirror. Immediately, his smile fell. Noticing this, Y/N looked over at him worriedly.

“What’s wrong?”

“They found us.”

Y/N whirled around in her seat, surprised as she saw the black vans following them.

“Really?” Y/N whined, eyes searching the road and pointing over at a road. “Turn here!”

“Huh? Where does that go?”

“I don’t know, just get them off our trail!” Y/N said, slapping his arm lightly. “Go!”

Taehyun sighed, turning the steering wheel and entering the unknown road. Y/N pulled out her phone and opened her map.

“Okay, it said to go take a left.”

“You sure?”

“The map said so.” Y/N argued. “Listen to the map.”

And they did. For about an hour. Suddenly, the map stopped giving instructions. Taehyun just kept driving.

“Where to next?” Taehyun hummed, fingers drumming on the steering wheel as Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “Because we’re in a forest-looking place and I’m pretty sure we’re running out of gas soon.”

Y/N turned to him, eyes wide.

“We’re out of gas?”

“Yeah, almost. I just noticed.” Taehyun sighed. “You have a spare in the trunk?”

“No!” Y/N cursed, eyes looking around. “I’m pretty sure we’re not in Seoul anymore.”

“Why would you say that?”

“There are no forests in Seoul!”

“How do you know that?” Taehyun challenged. “You’ve never been to Seoul before.”

“I—“

“Just check the map, princess.” Taehyun sighed, eyes looking around for another path to follow.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s dead.”

Taehyun slowly turned to her, deadpanning.

“What?”

“My phone died.”

Taehyun cursed under his breath, irritation slowly creeping up on him as he pulled out his own phone.

“You know we wouldn’t be here if you just searched it up in the first place instead of telling me to turn to a road we didn’t know.” Taehyun said.

“We were getting chased by press, you didn’t want to be seen by press!”

“Beats being lost in the middle of nowhere!” Taehyun retorted. “Fuck, no signal. Great.”

“We wouldn’t be here if we just went over to Beomgyu’s in the first place.”

“Hey,” Taehyun started, tone accusatory as he narrowed his eyes over at the girl. “you were enjoying today. If you told me no, I wouldn’t have pushed it but you wanted to.”

“I—“

Before the two can fight further, the car suddenly shut down.

“Gas.” Taehyun only sighed. “Guess we have to walk from here.”

“What?” Y/N gasped

Her eyes followed him as he exited the car, pulling the door.

“Come on.”

“What about our car?”

“We find signal and get it towed.” Taehyun replied irritably and pulled her out. “Now come on. Walk.”

Y/N angrily walked infront of him. Taehyun watched the girl warily as she angrily walked away.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Y/N turned, only glaring at the boy before continuing on her walk.

“What?”

“You seem angry at me.”

“I’m not angry.”

Taehyun pulled out his phone with a huff and a roll of his eyes, holding it up to the sky.

“No bars, still no signal.” He hummed, shrugging.

Y/N watched the boy as he pocketed his phone once more, shrugging. He shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled as he walked. The girl, apalled, stopped in her tracks as she watched the boy stroll away towards a nearby plant to admire the small purple flowers growing out of it.

“Are you serious?” Y/N asked.

Taehyun turned to her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the girl stomped past him.

“What did I do now?”

“Nothing.”

“You know from your tone, it doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Maybe because it isn’t?” Y/N retorted, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring over at him. “We’re lost in the middle of nowhere, Taehyun. You’re treating this as if it’s some sort of field trip.”

“Y/N, it’s not that serious.”

“Tae, your friends are waiting for us. I left my sister in a beach, in a place where we don’t know by the way, for you.” Y/N angrily stated. “We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere!”

“We’ll get out.”

Y/N blinked over at him, scoffing before shaking her head and turning her back on him.

“Unbelievable.”

“Why are you so grumpy right now?”

“I’m not grumpy, or cranky, or mad or whatever.” Y/N said, looking over at him. “I just want to go back to Beomgyu, and I want him to take me home.”

“Beomgyu.” Taehyun narrowed his eyes. “Right. Beomgyu.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Taehyun scoffed, walking past. “I’ll take you back to your beloved Beomgyu, don’t worry about it.”

“What is it now, your highness?”

“Now, you know what?” Taehyun said, angry as he turned over with a glare. “I just wanted to had fun, I wanted to go out because for the first time in years papparazzi weren’t after my ass.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Without any papparazzi!” Taehyun replied back. “And maybe I wanted to spend some time with you because for some stupid reason, I actually like you.”

“Oh, you like me?” Y/N snorted.

“Why do you think I kissed you?” Taehyun hissed. “I kind of regret it, seeing as you wouldn’t get off my back. I just want a moment of peace, is that so hard?”

“Peace? We’re lost!” Y/N replied. “And what’s with the tantrums?”

“You had one first?”

Ignoring his statement, the girl walked forward with narrowed accusatory eyes.

“I bet when you get in a mood, you always throw tantrums and the boys always have to chase you down and baby you, isn’t it?” Y/N accused. “You act like such a superstar—“

“I thought you liked me?”

“No, I think I specifically told you before that I didn’t like you.”

“You let me hold your hand and kiss you the whole day.” Taehyun deadpanned.

“Maybe I was confused?” Y/N snorted. “Clearly, because I wouldn’t like such a selfish brat who thinks he’s such a big star and everyone likes him.”

“And so what?”

“Everyone likes you because you’re a star. I bet the boys are only the real ones in your life yet even they can’t get away from your shitty attitude.”

“Oh, I have an attitude?”

The girl only scoffed, lightly shoving his chest.

“And for the record, let’s discuss your girlfriend, Aera.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Taehyun replied in irritation.

“Why are you dating her, then?”

“I went on a date with her twice. Last year.” Taehyun explained. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m interested in you, I kissed you.” Taehyun sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Why won’t you believe me?”

“I find it hard to believe someone I can’t understand.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and stepped away when Taehyun’s hand latched on her wrist, pulling her back into his arms.

“Y/N—“

The girl lost her footing. WIth a gasp, her body slammed onto Taehyun and they fell behidn some bushes—straight into a pond. The two of them sat up, Taehyun’s hands still tightly gripping her waist. Y/N and Taehyun exchanged shocked looks before bursting into laughter.

The boy’s hand squeezed her waist slightly, head leaning on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being a brat,” Taehyun sighed. “You were ignoring me and I had to get your attention somehow. It just spiralled out of control.”

“It’s okay, I was being a bitch.” Y/N sighed.

There was a soft apologetic smile in her face as Taehyun glanced up at her with a grin. She moved to grip his hand in hers as she stood up and motioned towards a boulder by the bushes.

“Come on, let’s get dried up.”

Taehyun had her hand in his, playing gently with her fingers as they let the cool air dry the both of them. With her free hand, Y/N ran her hands through his damp hair. They talked about anything and everything as they sat together.

“Hey,” Y/N started. “so tell me about Aera. What’s the deal with her?”

Taehyun looked up at her with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Are you jealous?”

“Do I have a right to be?”

Taehyun giggled, placing a soft kiss on her palm before continuing to play with it with a hum.

“Well, I did date her briefly back then—twice—but she was never my girlfriend.” Taehyun explained. “I didn’t see her like that.”

“Then why do you keep her around?”

“I don’t know—because she likes me.” Taehyun shrugs. “I keep the people who like me around.”

Y/N didn’t answer, a conflicted expression crossing her face. Sensing the discomfort, Taehyun looked up with wide eyes and cupped her face.

“No, It’s nothing like you’re thinking of, I swear.” Taehyun explained. “I actually really like you.”

Y/N gave him an unsure smile, making Taehyun sigh and kiss her forehead before going back to playing with her hands.

“No, it’s just. I’m scared of being alone. That’s why I keep people like her around.” Taehyun said. “They like me, so they wouldn’t leave me. I wouldn’t be alone.”

“You have the boys.”

“Yeah, I know.” Taehyun smiled softly. “But that’s the point—Recently it feels like everyone but the boys want something from me. RIght now, sure I can give them what they want, what they need, but what about the time when I don’t have anything to give out anymore.”

“Tae,” Y/N said softly, an understanding look falling on her face. “I understand—but like i said. You have the boys.”

“Just the boys?” Taehyun asked teasingly, grinning up at the girl making her blush.

“Stop.” She mumbled, pushing her hair behind her hair. “Fine, I guess I like you enough.”

Taehyun chuckled, sitting up straight and pulling her against him. Y/N smiled as he shifted her body to lean on him, arms wrapped around her as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“No, I know I have the boys—and you.” Taehyun said, smiling over at her. “But I don’t know—I don’t want to bother the five of you. I bother you guys enough, I mean look at what this movie deal has been doing—taking up too much of our time.”

“Movie deal.” Y/N mumbled. “That’s why you couldn’t be seen by the press, right?”

“Yeah.” Taehyun nodded. “When I get it, I’ll have to film for like two months.”

“But you have a tour?” Y/N asked, worried while she reached out to play with the gold necklace on his neck. “Isn’t a movie and a tour too much at the same time. You’ll get burned out.”

“I don’t really have a choice.” Taehyun shrugged. “I don’t want to disappoint anybody.”

Y/N sighed, dropping her hands to cover his as she buried her face in his neck.

“I don’t understand the star life at all.” Y/N said. “Everything you say and do is so big and public—I’m just normal.”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N sighed, looking back up at him. “For talking down at you like I know how it is.”

Taehyun only chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Yeah, well, not everything I say is public, you know. Like right now.” Taehyun smiled. “It’s just you and me here. When I’m with you, I’m just me.”

“Not the superstar?”

“Yeah, well,” Taehyun shrugged teasingly. “That’s a part of me, I’m afraid.”

Y/N giggled as she reached her arms up to wrap around his neck. Taehyun smiled as he pressed his lips on hers once more, one arm wrapped snugly around her waist and the other running through her hair.

In that moment, Taehyun started to understand what love actually meant.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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can you please do some headcanons on being Supergirl's Human daughter that she adopted?

Sure!

Being Kara’s Adopted Daughter Would Include . . .

Kara had found you as a young child. You had been at CADMUS, one of the agents’ daughter that they abandoned. You and Kara immediately bonded and you refused to leave her side.

So, she adopted you.

When Kara brought you to the DEO to make sure you were unharmed, you immediately became scared, thinking they were CADMUS. You only consented to it when Kara agreed to stay with you.

It took awhile, but soon you started to bond with Alex and Jonn.

You were nicknamed “DEO Kid” as could commonly be seen with someone in the DEO.

Winn adored you, and you loved watching him work.

Even Cat Grant had a special spot in her heart for you.

You were kept secret for awhile, but eventually Kara introduced you as her adopted daughter, but had you stay away from her Supergirl lifestyle.

One time, you sat in the van with Winn while he and James did Guardian stuff.

Alex and Kara were furious.

J’onn loved you, and treated you like a daughter.

Everyone tickled you frequently, enjoying your giggle.

And everyone fought over who got to babysit you when Kara was doing Supergirl stuff. Alex, Winn, J’onn, James, and Lena were the main babysitters.

Oh, you loved Lena. You loved visiting her at L-Corp.

Kara was definitely the overpotective mom. But with Alex and Lena as overprotective aunts and Winn, James, and J’onn as overprotective uncles, sometimes it was a little much.

One time, some kid at your school was bullying you, and they all lost it.

Cat Grant always referred to you as her “little journalist” and had a soft spot for you

You had Kara and Alex wrapped around your finger

If you were ever hurt, everyone went crazy

And when you went on your first date you came home and all your aunts and uncle were waiting to interrogate you

They also threatened your date

“Break your heart I swear to god-” “Aunt Alexxxx!”

You laughed at every one of Winn’s quips

And you loved Winn’s girlfriend Lyra

She was great with you

One time you passed out due to exhaustion from studying school

Your family was over for brunch and Kara had went to go to your room to tell you everyone was here

She lost it when she saw you on the floor, unresponsive

For the rest of the day your family stayed over, and they had you on the couch for the entire day, giving you lots of water and food and resting

They also yelled at your school

Alex could be very threatening

They constantly said that you were cute and adorable and when you argued no, they tickled you

One time Queen Rhea kidnapped you to get Kara to stop

She was so angry, threatening Rhea if she hurt you

You were honestly hella scared, and you stayed in the DEO for almost a week after that, as everyone wanted to make sure you were okay

You also loved Nia. She was like your big sister

She gave you advice, helped you with school, and all the big sister things

And Brainy. He was your best friend

You helped him adjust to life on present Earth and asked nonstop questions about what future Earth is like

“Do I become a superhero?” He didn’t answer any of your questions directly, but gave subtle hints

And when J’onn’s father came you loved him

And were devastated when he passed

When Lena was a “villain” it broke your heart

You were the one that made her finally stop and realize what she was doing

You loved Auntie Sam and were best friends with her daughter, Ruby

Your favorite thing to do was to fly with Kara, looking over at the world

When Barry came, he adored you

And you adored him

He was uncle Barry

You went to the wedding with Kara and Alex in the crossover, and you were going to be the flower girl

All around you had a fantastic life with a loving home and many loved ones around you

#kara danvers #kara danvers x y/n #kara danvers x you #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers x daughter!reader #supergirl #supergirl x you #supergirl x y/n #supergirl x reader #supergirl x daughter!reader #cw supergirl #supergirl ce #dc tv universe #dc tv series #dc tv show #dc x reader #dc x you #dc x y/n

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deliasqueen · 3 years

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Soulmate Alphabet

Summary: So this is soulmate headcannons, but through the alphabet.

Character: F!ReaderxCordelia Goode

A/N: I am so excited for this. XD I hope y’all like this, and I really want to do it with all of sarah’s ahs characters so please let me know. :) Also big shoutout to @winters-witch-bitch for giving me motivation bc this would have never been completed.

aging (stops at 18 until you find your soulmate so the two of you can grow old together)

You were 15 when you met Cordelia. Your parents had dropped you off at the academy to learn how to use your magic. You both felt this strange connection to each other, but neither ever mentioned it. Cordelia being a year older, had her 18th birthday first. The day of everyone teased her because this could be her last birthday for a very long time. You two had grown very close in the time but you were both too scared to bring up the soulmate topic. The next year Cordelia realized she was still aging, so confusion filled her. Everyone at the academy immediately looked at you. Realization shot through you so with this huge amount of courage you grabbed Cordelia and kissed her in front of the teachers and students. Immediately you both knew you were each other’s soulmates. All the students, and Myrtle, started cheering and a few girls started passing around money because they had started a bet that you two were each other’s soulmates.

body art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin)

One Saturday, you were relaxing watching a movie on your couch. You were reaching into your snack bowl when you saw a blooming flower tattoo appear on your wrist. At first you were a little panicked but quickly realized it was from your soulmate getting the tattoo.

For Cordelia, you have always been the type to do random doodles on your skin with a marker or pen, so as Cordelia would be teaching random stars, flowers, and hearts would appear on her skin. The girls would always tease her about it saying things like, “Oooo someone has a future Van Gogh.”

colors (aka the standard soulmate au where the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate and see colors)

You had seen the video Cordelia made about recruiting witches, so you decided to head to New Orleans. You went because you were a witch who could definitely use some guidance but there was also something about her that just drew you in. When you did get to the academy, you were walking into her office when you both made eye contact. Immediately something in the air shifted. You both cringed at the splitting headache that came with finally seeing color. The beauty of color rushed both of your visions, and then the realization that you two were soulmates hit. An awkward excitement filled the room because you two realized you finally found your person.

damage (done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body-cuts, bruises, and all)

When Cordelia got attacked by the witch hunter, it was bad for both of you. You were at the mall with your best friend when Cordelia was attacked. The second the hunter threw the acid on her, you felt it too. You had fallen to your knees and cried out, similar to Cordelia. Your best friend immediately panicked and called for help. When you got to the hospital, they told you that it was because your soulmate was attacked with acid. The fact that your soulmate got acid thrown in her face was concerning, but once you two were together you understood what had happened, and it broke Cordelia’s heart that you got so hurt too.

Being a skater, you were constantly falling and getting scrapes and bruises. Cordelia would wake up and find random bruises and scrapes on her shins and elbows. It always made her so curious as to what you were doing.

empathy (soulmates can sense one another’s presence and feel each other’s exact emotions even when miles away)

One time when your mind was being especially awful, Cordelia could feel it too. Cordelia has dealt with similar feelings, but she knew it was more than her own mind. It would always make her heart hurt knowing her soulmate was out there hurting and she couldn’t comfort you.

first (the first thoughts your soulmate thinks when seeing you are written on your skin)

When you had first met at the coven, the first thing Cordelia thought when she truly looked at you was, “This gorgeous woman is my soulmate.” So that was what appeared on your ribcage, and honestly you loved it so much. The first thing you thought when you looked at Cordelia was, “Holy shit this lady is mine.” So whenever you see that on Cordelia you cringe, blush, and want to hide, but Cordelia will always laugh and tell you how much she loves it.

guardian (it is said that the person who saves you from a near-death experience is your soulmate—drowning, car crash, etc.)

A couple days before your interview at the academy, you were walking down Bourbon Street in the evening. You were exploring the city when a drunk driver ran a red light, unbeknownst to both of you who you two were, Cordelia had used her powers to swerve the car around you. You looked around in shock but couldn’t figure out who did it. Cordelia just saw someone about to get hurt, so she saved you. When you two had realized you were the two in that situation, everything made a little more sense about your love.

heartbeats (the soulmates share the same heartbeat—when one feels panicked, shocked, etc., the other can feel it too)

When Cordelia had lost Misty and was panicking trying to find her, you were too. You were at work when the panic hit. The previous week you had been feeling uneasy, but it was never too bad. You were talking to your boss when suddenly your chest felt tight and extreme worry clouded your mind. Your boss had grabbed a chair for you to sit in, but she was thoroughly confused as to what was happening. Once you had gotten your emotions in check, you had to awkwardly explain to your boss why you just started sweating and panicking from practically nothing.

identifier (a word or symbol which is imputed to your soulmate is somewhere on your body)

You have a pentagram on your wrist that you had gotten from your grandmother. Cordelia had always had one on her back by her left hip, but she never knew why she had it until she met you. She had always assumed that it was from her soulmate, so it made her think that you were a witch or had some sort of magical ability.

juxtaposition (your soulmate is the exact opposite of you, yet you find yourselves complementing one another)

Cordelia is a responsible, powerful, confident, soft spoken, methodical, put together leader while you are this free spirited, shy, anxious, loud artistic mess. While you can be self-deprecating comparing your differences, Cordelia always stops you and tells you how much she loves your talents, mind, and personality. You two really challenge each other sometimes with the drastically different personalities, but it is one of the ways your relationship is constantly growing.

keys (and locks are randomly dispersed to soulmates on chains when they are born. when in proximity, the lock and key will act as magnets and bring the two soulmates closer together until the key is placed in the lock and a gratifying click is heard, unlocking the chain)

You were sitting in a little café in the French Quarter enjoying a coffee when you felt your seat move. You had started to be pulled closer to the front of the café when you realized what was happening. Excitement and nervousness filled you as you were trying to guess who your soulmate is. You had finally been pulled to the door when Cordelia’s key was inserted into your lock. Instantly you pulled her into a hug and melted into her arms. You were completely blown away by her beauty and so incredibly excited to have found your soulmate.

last (the last words your soulmate says are written on your skin)

Prior to Mallory resetting the timeline, Cordelia had died. You wanted to stay back with Madison and help distract Michael, but Cordelia wouldn’t let you. She wanted you with her, so you went with her, Myrtle, and Mallory into the room with the tub. Cordelia didn’t want you to watch her die, so she had used her magic to hold you in the room with the other two witches. You were panicking because you didn’t want her to die but you couldn’t beak her hold. Myrtle had told you it was no use fighting it, so you just accepted it and fell limp in her magical hold. As you were sobbing, the hold broke and suddenly words appeared on your arm as Myrtle cried out Cordelia’s name. You looked down to see “Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion motherfucker” written onto your right arm.

marks (marks or stains of the color black are somewhere on your body (palm of your hand, knuckles, knee) until you and your soulmate finally make physical contact. once the mark is touched, it fades to be consistent with the person’s skin color)

You always had this black smear on the palm of your hand; it looked like you rubbed your palm with black acrylic paint. People with less visible marks loved to point it out, so you were ready to get rid of it. Once you had met Cordelia you immediately took her hand in yours, and when you pulled away the mark had faded to match the rest of your hand.

Cordelia’s mark was on her shoulder. So later on in your relationship when you two had started to love and trust each other, she had asked you to touch it. You ran your hand over her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. As soon as you lifted your hand, the mark had faded away, being replaced with the color of her pale skin.

nurse (the touch of a soulmate can heal you from affliction and vice versa)

Even though you were both witches, when one got hurt you two didn’t need to use magic. Because Cordelia is the Supreme, she only ever got headaches, nothing like papercuts or bruised knees from banging into a table. So whenever she isn��t feeling well, you have her lay her head in your lap and you rub her head and lightly comb your fingers through her hair. This always makes her headaches go away and leaves you with a very sleepy girlfriend.

In your case, being as clumsy as you are, Cordelia is constantly having to come find you to heal your wounds. Whether it’s a broken beaker in the greenhouse that cut your hand, or you burned yourself practicing pyrokinesis, Cordelia always rushes to your side to heal you. The girls think it’s ridiculous because any one of them can heal you immediately with their powers, but you only want Delia to heal you.

opportune outfit (soulmates will eternally color coordinate, even if they have not met one another yet, and often times have similar patterns in their clothing)

You and Cordelia have always worn white, black, light pink, and navy-blue colored outfits. Sometimes you would both wear a floral print outfit. Once you had moved into the academy, you two were adding your clothes into her closet. You both quickly realized how similar your outfits were. It was like looking at the same aesthetic board twice. While you aren’t really big on dresses, your button up shirts matched her dresses. Your favorite outfit to match with Delia was her light pink blouse and your light pink button up. Loving fashion, you are always so happy to see your similar outfits.

passion (when soulmates meet, one of their passions blend into the other person)

You had soon realized after meeting Cordelia you had this intense need to garden. Never being the flower type, usually the one who can’t keep a plant alive if it was your last job on Earth, this was really confusing at first. Then you quickly realized it was because of Cordelia. You told her about it and her eyes lit up with joy. She rapidly transmutated the both of you to the greenhouse, and you spent the entire evening learning about flowers, spells, and different ways to tend to the plants. Now you two spend your time in the greenhouse together tending to the different greenery.

One day when Cordelia was in her office, she got this sudden urge to paint. It wasn’t just a little oh I want to paint someday, it was an I need to paint a huge canvas right now. So she went to find you, and to her luck, you were working on a painting. She had walked up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, “Hey baby can you show me how to do that?” You were a bit taken aback by her question, but you would never deny her of anything especially something you love, so you showed her. You put the paintbrush in her hand and guided her wrist around the canvas. The painting hangs above the fireplace in your bedroom, and every Friday evening you paint together.

quizzes (revolving around one’s personal aspects, skills and ambitions are given to every person once they turn 18, and the results read who your soulmate is based off of your collective answers)

You had answered your quiz with your life goals, hobbies, interests, knowledge, and general information about you. You knew how the quizzes work; you get your soulmate based off opposite answers. Like people always say, opposites attract. You had turned your quiz in over mail a few days after your 18th birthday. About a week later you got a letter in the mail with the name Cordelia Goode and how to contact her. A few days later you had finally built up the courage to reach out to her. A part of you was hesitant because she hadn’t reached out to you either, but you just settled on the fact that she was nervous. Once you had called her, you were so happy you did. Your assumption that she was nervous was correct, she was shy and you found it cute. You two had hit it off, so you both planned on meeting up later in the month.

red string (bonds two soulmates together for a lifetime and all come in varying lengths—imagine the trouble of only being able to walk certain distances or having to sleep on the edge of your bed)

You had always wanted to travel to the other end of your string. Your parents had told you not until you turned 18, so the day it finally came you were over the moon. You could never travel too far west, so you knew you had to go east. The week after your 18th birthday you set out on the road. The most exciting part to you was she could be anywhere. After hours of driving, you finally ended up in New Orleans. The string didn’t have too much tension, so you knew you were getting closer to her. You followed it until you landed at Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. You were extremely excited and unbelievably nervous to just walk in there. You realized how your soulmate might not be ready for this, but it was too late to turn back now. Cordelia had realized her string was becoming less tense by the hour, so she knew you were coming. She was nervous because she wasn’t prepared at all. She had spent the few hours she had getting as dressed up as she could, like she was preparing for a date. You finally gathered the courage to walk up to the door and knock. Cordelia knew it was you at the door so she transmutated downstairs to get the door before anyone else could. Once the door was open, you realized this beautiful girl in front of you was the other end of your string, and you were already so in love.

songbird (any songs a person sings will get stuck in their soulmate’s head for the duration they decide to sing it)

There was this one month in particular where you had WAP by Cardi B stuck in your head. Much to Cordelia’s displeasure may I add. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it because it was a woman singing it, it was just too vulgar for her taste. Cordelia is a very proper woman, so constantly hearing the lyrics of WAP in her head when she was teaching or in a meeting with other witches was distracting to say the least. For a few nights she made you sleep on the couch because she wanted the song out of your head. But being real, you found it hilarious.

For you, whenever Cordelia was working on paperwork or taking a shower, she always lowly sings Fleetwood Mac songs. So you would be going about your day when suddenly Rhiannon or Never Make Me Cry was playing in your head. It always warmed your heart to know Cordelia was in a good mood.

timers (are set on the wrist of every person once they are a certain age, slowly counting down until the day they meet their soulmate)

On Cordelia’s 30th birthday a watch was set on her wrist, and it read 730 days. It filled her with hope she was beginning to lose. Even though 30 is not old, she felt as if she was running out of time to be with her soulmate. Once the watch had hit seven days, she was so incredibly excited to meet you it was becoming a distraction. She was slacking off at work because she was too busy imagining your meeting. Once the day had come, she didn’t know what to do. She was stressing out in her office when Zoe asked her to run into town with her. Little did Cordelia know she would quite literally run into you at the grocery store.

undying (you and your soulmate must meet in order to end life—die—together. as long as you have not met them, you will continue aging yet remain immortal)

You had lived your entire life believing you were never going to be able to die. You have seen the lost people who wander, hundreds of years old not able to get the sweet relief of death because they haven’t found their soulmate. One day you met this beautiful witch in Los Angeles. You were both there traveling, and something about her just lit a fire inside of you. This fire that was fueled by the want to know everything about her. You two had exchanged numbers and kept in touch after you both went home. Soon after, you realized how much you missed her, and you knew you needed to be with her. You booked a one-way flight to New Orleans, and never looked back. You knew she was the woman you were going to go out with.

valiant (when one person is in danger the other will do anything to protect them)

One day you were partying with Madison when a guy tried to force himself onto you. Immediately Cordelia knew you were uncomfortable, so she transmutated to where you were. The second she saw you she protectively wrapped her arms around you and asked if you were ok. After reassuring her you were, she smashed a glass on the guy’s head with her powers and pulled you out of there.

writer’s choice (do whatever you want)

I feel like Cordelia would be the type to get dolled up and ready for her soulmate. She would be the type to be so unbelievably happy to have her soulmate. I picture her as a complete romantic type, so I feel like she would give her soulmate flowers and jewelry. She would of course be cautious because of the safety of her girls, but let’s be honest, Cordelia would immediately be head over heels for her soulmate.

xtra (add on to a previous headcannon)

One day you were walking out to the greenhouse because Mallory had wanted to work on some incantations. When you got about halfway there, the words “Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion motherfucker” appeared on the inside of your right arm. Thoroughly confused, you asked Mallory what the hell just happened. Worry rapidly shot through Mallory when she saw your arm, and she ran to see where Cordelia was. Now you were lowkey panicking because Mallory got freaked out and went looking for your girlfriend. You ran after her and found her in Cordelia’s office. Mallory then had to very awkwardly explain the old timeline because Cordelia was not letting up, she wanted to know the truth. As Mallory told the stories, everything started to come back to you and Cordelia. Tears had pooled in your eyes because you remembered the fear of when Cordelia had died. But at the same time you realized that you all saved the world.

yellow fellow (colors of your vision changes depending on your soulmates mood. yellow is optimistic, green is envious, blue is upset, etc.)

One night you and the girls had convinced Cordelia to go to a club with you all. You went to the bar to get drinks when this lady in a very revealing dress started talking to you. You two were talking, but you thought it was innocent. She had put her hand on your forearm when your vision turned green. Almost choking, you decided to toy with Cordelia. You kept talking and did the signature laugh, look up and down while you flip your hair back. At that moment you knew you went too far because the green switched to red. That night Cordelia definitely made sure to let you know to never do that again.

zzz (in which soulmates first meet each other and share memories in their dreams before meeting each other in person—sometimes difficult to accomplish as dreams are hard to remember)

You had always seen this blonde woman in your dreams. She was always wearing a flowy, white dress, and she was surrounded by beautiful flowers. You could never make out her face, but she had this magic glow to her. You knew you had to find this woman; you just didn’t know how. One day you were watching the news when Cordelia Goode made it public that she ran a school for witches. The moment you saw her, it was like the dream came to life. You knew exactly where you had to go. You and Cordelia loved to talk about the dreams you two had had of each other before meeting.

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enbysiriusblack · 3 years

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I keep posting non marauder content and I apologise (no i dont, you just have to deal with it)

BUT HERE GO, THE CONTENT YOU ACTUALLY WANT FROM ME (probably)

A lil Jily story of angst and fluff kind of:

(its not lil,, its pretty darn long)

tw. brief physical violence and stalking

Lily hated the summer holidays. Her sister always complaining about her return, her parents struggle with keeping Petunia calm while still spending time with Lily, and Severus' change of character once they were back in the muggle town.

But this summer, she had more to worry about. Severus still hadn't left her alone after their fall out. He had started waiting for her in the library, following her in between classes, and and watching her hanging out with her friends at Hogsmeade.

And now without her friends and the separate common rooms in the way, it would be even harder to avoid him and she was worried for her own safety.

So as she stepped off the train, said goodbye to her friends and walked towards her family. She was miserable.

And as the days of summer ticked by, Lily had locked herself in her bedroom. Not wanting to go downstairs in order to avoid the endless arguments and shouting of Petunia, and not wanting to go outside to avoid Severus stalking her and pleading with her to forgive him.

But after a few weeks, her parents urged her to get some sunlight and got her to go to the shop round the corner to grab a few things.

Carrying 2 bags, filled with milk, bread, toilet roll, laundry detergent, the daily newspaper, and a litre bottle of fanta; Lily left the shop. Only to spot Severus a few feet away, and hurriedly following her.

She started walking faster towards her house, but only a few metres a way from home, a hand sharply attached itself to her shoulder.

"Lily!! I'm trying to talk to you!!" He yelled.

Lily shook her shoulder, flinging his hand off it and back to his person.

"I've told you a million times!! Leave me alone!!" She yelled back.

"But I'm in love with you" he said, stepping forwards and about to touch her cheek.

She took a step back and scoffed, "you can't love someone while hating who they are"

"It's not your fault who you're born as, it doesn't matter to me. It's like a curse being put on you, but you can still overcome it. The dark Lord himself is a half blood like me! But we know we're better than that, we just have to overcome that set back." He replied, stepping closer and closer to Lily.

A loud crack sounded and blood ran down Snape's nose. He lifted a hand to his face and felt the blood pouring out. Her grocery bags fell to the floor.

"Being muggleborn is not a setback to overcome. Don't ever come near me again" she replied, before picking up her bags and heading back to her house without looking back once more.

The next morning, she looked out her window to see Snape standing outside, holding a bouquet of lilies.

She shut her blinds and hid in her room. As the days ticked by, she never left the house and Snape stood there hour after hour, bringing different assortments of gifts to compensate his inability to actually care about her.

She decided she had to leave for the rest of the holiday. But Mary was visiting family outside the country, Marlene and Dorcas were in Italy together to celebrate their anniversary. Then she remembered Remus was at home.

She owled Remus straight away and got a reply from him fairly quickly, accepting her request of staying at his till the holidays had ended.

So the next morning she packed her things, said goodbye to her mum, and drove with her dad to the train station around 7 am, before Snape arrived at the house.

It was a long, confusing train journey to Wales. But once she got there after hours on different trains, she spotted Remus and his mum sitting outside one of the station cafes.

Remus looked up as she walked towards them, and he moved over a piece of chocolate cake and his cup of tea to make more room for her on the small metal table.

Lily grabbed a seat from an empty table nearby and sat it down. Hope passed a menu over to Lily and she ordered a cup of tea and a a hot sausage roll. The three of them ate and drank before getting to Hope's yellow volkswagen van to get back to the Lupin cottage.

Once they got to the cottage, Hope showed Lily around the house and brought her stuff to Remus' bedroom.

"We don't have any spare rooms I'm afraid so I hope you don't mind sharing with Remus?" Hope asked her.

"No it's fine thank you" she replied.

"Alright, oh also I need to get some more herbs and plants for my stocks so I was going to go foraging tomorrow, would you two like to join me?"

Remus looked towards Lily to see her thoughts, she nodded at him in acceptance.

"Yeah we would" Remus said.

Hope lifted her hand to affectionately stroke Remus' curls before leaving the room.

The next day the Lupin's and Lily set out to the forest, Lyall deciding to join them as it was his day off work. All four were carrying small handmade baskets, Lyalls was full of picnic food for lunchtime, while the other's were empty for foraging.

Remus and Lily went ahead in a different direction, agreeing to meet up at the usual spot at lunch time.

As Remus and Lily went through the woods, Remus sometimes picking up certain plants and flowers and putting them in his basket, while Lily (not knowing much about foraging or what Hope needed) only picked flowers she liked and had decided to make a nice bouquet for Hope with them.

The two chatted as they walked, talking about what topics they're studying in their classes next year, about Snape, about their what they had been up to for the last few weeks.

Once they got back to the house, Remus started writing a letter to James and Sirius, who had run away to James' a few weeks ago. While Lily and Hope were downstairs talking, after Lily had given her the bouquet.

Around an hour later, all four were sitting on the lounge for dinner, the bouquet was placed on the middle of the wooden table as a centre piece inside a tall mug with a picture of Phil Bennett on.

After dinner, Lily and Remus went out. There wasn't much to do in the small village in the evening so they ended up in the middle of someone's field. The two sat on the hill for a few hours, stargazing and mindlessly talking about whatever came to mind.

The days went by, with Lily staying at Remus' place. The duo found themselves spending most of their time in a small bookshop cafe and walking through the woods, Remus smoking his weed and Lily sometimes Lily would take a hit but she wasn't as fond of it as Remus was.

With only a week and a half till school started again, Remus and Lily planned to go to hogsmeade together tomorrow.

But midday, two figures appeared walking towards the Lupin cottage just as Remus and Lily got back from their walk in the woods.

As the got closer to the two, they saw it was James and Sirius.

Remus dropped his joint to the floor and ran to the two standing by the door to his home.

He wrapped his arms around Sirius, but felt them freeze up at the touch. So Remus moved to stop the hug, but at that withdrawal, Sirius wrapped his own arms around Remus tightly with no sign of letting go.

The two stood there for a few minutes, wrapped in an embrace while Lily and James stood awkwardly nearby them.

"... hi" James said, waving at Lily, but since they were near each other, Lily had to move backwards to avoid getting hit by his hand.

James quickly withdrew his hand, and stepped back. He looked down at his hand for a few seconds, before bringing it up again and saluting Lily.

As he was half way through saluting her, he realised what he was doing and quickly brought it straight down to his side, and froze at Lily with unblinking eyes like a deer stuck in headlights.

She started laughing, affectively ending the hug between Remus and Sirius, who turned to look between Lily and James.

At that moment, Hope came inside, calling Lily for something and waved in greeting to James and Sirius.

After Lily had walked into the house, James grinned widely.

"She laughed at me!! She thinks I'm funny!"

"She was laughing AT you, cause she thinks you're a wanker" Remus corrected.

Sirius grinned slightly at the retort and grabbed Remus' hand.

Remus looked to Sirius and James realised Sirius would talk to Remus and Remus could help Sirius, even just slightly.

"I'll go see if Hope needs some more help" James said before turning to the cottage and giving Remus and Sirius some time alone.

Inside the cottage, James and Lily were setting up cutlery around the table and helping Hope with the dinner.

James noticed the flowers in the mug, "wow, these look really nice Hope, my mum keeps trying to make some nice flower arrangements for around the house but she's not very good at it. I made this red and gold one, go gryffindor!! for her birthday a few weeks ago but it was no where near as good as this one!!"

Hope came out of the kitchen carrying a saucepan of curry.

"Oh no honey, I didn't make that, that was all thanks to Lily" she said coming round the table and softly touching Lily's arm in gratitude.

"Oh" James said, freezing again as he stared back at Lily. "Its.. um.. its really good.. I like the uhh,, its good."

Lily raised an eyebrow at him, "thank you?"

James nodded, and tapped the table, trying to think of something else to say.

His eyes glanced over the the window, spotting Remus and Sirius sitting on the edge of the woods on a small bench, still talking and holding each others hand.

"I should probably go get them for dinner" he said, about to get out of his seat.

Hope waved her hand absentmindedly, "oh leave them its fine, the lovebirds can eat later"

A few minutes later, Lyall came back from work and sat at the table with them.

The four ate in fairly comfortable silence, sometimes having small conversations.

The next day they went to Hogsmeade.

Sirius waringly looking out for any of their family members as they walked around doing their shopping. Remus stood by xyr side the whole time, with James and Lily awkwardly leading the group together.

Peter found them a few hours later, he was shopping with zir mum but stayed with his friends for a while.

In Flourish and Blotts, Sirius and Remus seemed to have disappeared together in a fiction section, bonding over their mutual love of books packed with monsters and adventures and swordsmen.

Lily gazed at books on the shelf closest to her, sometimes bringing one up to her eye line and reading the blurb before putting it back on the shelf again.

James stood there with Peter, who he was very glad of, Peter acting as a distraction of the awkward silence between Lily and James.

So as Peter rambled about how he's so glad ze doesn't have to do potions anymore, James took his mind of trying to impress Lily and put his focus on listening to Peter.

However in the next moment, Peter made a very tactical decision of engaging Lily into the conversation.

"So Lily, I'm guessing you're still taking Potions this year?" Peter asked.

Lily turned around, one hand still lightly touching one of the books on the shelf.

"Yeah, but it sucks that none of my friends are taking it. I tried to get Remus to change his mind and take it for weeks.. and then he blew up half the kitchen trying to make pasta sauce and realised my efforts were futile."

James laughed, "thats Remus, alright"

Lily looked over at him, contemplating. Before nodding her head and smiling slightly as she turned back to the bookshelf.

After around five minutes, Peter chiped up.

"Oh!! James is taking Potions still aren't you? You said you're dad really wanted you to get a Potion Newt. You two can hang out in class"

James sent Peter a 'what the hell' glare before Lily nodded again and clearly said the words,

"I guess we could, its better than the chance of getting stuck with Sev- Snape for the rest of the year... are you any good?"

James froze, "um.. yeah, yeah.. well no, not really to be honest"

Lily smiled again, "thats fine, I'm hood enough for the both of us"

She took a book off the shelf and kept it in her arms for the first time. And then walked back to James and Peter.

"If I'm helping you in Potions though, you've gotta help me with transfiguration."

She lifted up the book in her arms to show the cover, the transfiguration book they needed this year.

"I skimmed this a little, and it barely made any sense at all."

James lifted a hand to his hair, ruffling it up on a nervous habit.

"Minnie gave me a group of younger years to tutor last year, maybe you could come to those? .. not that I think you're as dumb as first and second years, far from it, you're one of the smartest people I know. But I just mean that a lot of our topics this year our ones that we did in first and second year but with more context and more advanced. So I thought that if you revised the basics then the more advanced parts would make more sense to you.. if you wanted?"

"Yeah that sounds great" she said, before moving to another bookshelf and flicking through it.

The rest of the day, the two of them talked and talked. And back at Remus' cottage Lily walked up to him before he had to leave with Sirius.

"Today was fun, friends?" She asked.

James nodded, "friends"

As him and Sirius left, Sirius hit his shoulder.

"What were you and Lily talking about? Declaring your undying love for her?"

James shook his head, "We're just friends, I need to just... move on i guess, friends is as best as it'll get. And its enough for me."

#marauders era #james potter #lily evans #anti snape #marauders #jily #anti snily #harry potter #harry potter fandom #tw physical violence #tw stalking #finally posting this #ive been writing it for a couple of days but im finally done #woo!!!

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beclynn-herondale · 3 years

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In Another Universe Chapter: 11 - Retrieving the Mortal Cup

It was still slightly raining when Simone pulled up at the corner and honked at them twice. Clar's heart took a leap, a part of him was worried she wouldn't come. Jayce squinted through the rain and said something about how the van looked like a rotting banana, which wasn't wrong.

Simone honked again. Clar saw her through the blurry wet windows. with a sigh he pulled his hood up over his head. "Come on, let's go."

They splashed through the filthy puddles on the pavement.

Simone crawled into the back to open the door for them, revealing the torn and beaten up seats, that had springs sticking out.

Isidore's nose wrinkled. "Are these safe to sit on?" "It's safer than riding on the roof," said Simone in a pleasant tone. "Which is your other option." She nodded a greeting at Jayce and Alec, ignoring Clar entirely. "Hi." "Hi indeed," said Jayce, and lifted a bag that held their weapons. "Where can we put these?" Simone pointed to the back, where the girls usually kept their instruments, while Alec and Isidore climbed into the van and sat on the seats.

"Shotgun!" Clar announced as Jayce made her back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for her bow strapped across her back. "Where?" "He means he wants to sit in the front seat," said Jayce, pushing wet hair behind her ear. "It's something mundanes say."

"That's a very nice bow," said Simone, with a nod towards Alec. Alec blinked water off her eyelashes. "Do you know anything about archery?" she asked, in a tone of doubt. "I did archery camp," said Simone. "Six years of it." The response for this was three blank stares and Clar giving a supportive smile, which Simone ignored as well. She looked up at the sky.

"We should get going before it starts raining again." The front seat was covered in chip wrappers and food crumbs. Clar brushed as much as he could off. Simone put her foot to the pedal before he'd finished, and flung him back against the seat. "Ow," he said. "Sorry." She still didn't look at him.

Clar heard the soft talking of the others in the back, probably discussing battle plans and the best way to cut off a demons head with getting ichor on your new leather boots. There was nothing separating the others from the front of the van, Clar still felt the awkwardness between him and Simone.

"So what's up with the 'hi' thing?" he asked as Simone turned the car. "What 'hi' thing?" she replied. "The 'hi' thing that people do. How when you saw Jayce and Alec, you said 'hi' and they replied 'hi' back. Why not 'hello'?" "Hello is not badass," she informed him. "Real badasses are laconic."

"So you're saying the more badass you are, the less you say?" "Exactly." She nodded past him, he could see the east river. "That's why in the movies the badasses don't say a word, just nod. The nod means 'i am a badass, and I recognize that you are a badass as well,' but they don't say anything cause they are Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain it."

"I don't have the slightest idea what you are talking about," said Jayce, from the back.

"Good," Clary said, and Simone gave him a small smile.

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When they got to Clar's house, the rain had stopped. Jayce, Alec, and Isidore, went to check the "demon activity levels" while they had Clar and Simone wait by the van.

Simone watched them as they went around the house. "Demon activity levels? Do demons like do workouts inside the house or something?" "No," Clar said and pushed his hood back. "The sensor tells them how powerful the demons are and if there are any demons around." Simone had an impressed look. "That's actually very helpful."

He looked at her. "About last night—" She held her hand up. "Don't. We don't need to talk about it. In fact I don't want to talk about it." "Let me say one thing," he spoke quickly. "I know when you said you loved me, my reply was not what you wanted." "True. I had always thought when I finally told someone 'I love you' they'd say 'I know' back, like in Starwars." "You're so geeky," said Clar, not able to help himself.

She gave him a glare. "Sorry," he said. "Look, Simone i—" "No," she said. "You look, Clar. Really look at me. Do you think you can do that?"

He looked at her. Looked at her brown eyes, her uneven eyebrows, her dark brown hair and shy smile and her hands graceful like a musician's that was all part of Simone, who was part of him. If he told the truth, could he really say that he'd never known she had loved him? Or that he had just never thought what he'd do about it if she did?

He sighed. "Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are difficult." "We see what we want to see," she said quietly. "Not Jayce," he said, thinking about those clear and emotionless eyes of her's. "Her more than anyone."

He gave a frown. "What—" "Okay," called Jayce's voice, interrupting their conversation. He turned to her. "We have checked it all, nothing. Very low activity. Most likely just Forsaken, and they probably won't bother us unless we bother them." "And if they do bother us," said Isidore, with a grin. "We'll take them down."

Alec pulled the bag out of the back of the van, dropping it onto the sidewalk. "You ready to kick some demon butt!" she announced. Jayce gave her a odd look. "Alec, are you ok?" "Fine." Not looking at her, Alec put her bow and arrows down in the back seat of the van and grabbed a wooden staff with two blades on the end. "This is much better." Isidore gave his sister a look of concern. "But your bow. . ." Alec cut him off. "I know what I am doing, Isidore."

The bow kay in the backseat, Simone reached a hand out to touch it, then drew back when she saw a group of young women pushing strollers down the street. They didn't notice the armed the three teenagers, standing by the van. "Why can I see you guys?" asked Simone. "What happened to your invincibility glamour?" "You can see us," said Jayce. "Because you know the truth of what you are looking at now." "Yeh," said Simone. "I suppose I do."

She fought a little when they insisted she stay back and wait with the van, Jayce told her the importance of needing getaway car by the curb and ready. "The sunlight is fatal for demons, but not to Forsaken. What if they come after us? What if the car were to get towed?"

The last Clar saw of Simone was her feet on the dash and going through Erica's CDs.

The moment they walked into the house the smell hit Clar, he couldn't quite describe it. it smelled like rotten eggs, bad meat and seaweed rotting in the hot sun. Isidore's nose wrinkled and Alec looked sick, but Jayce looked as if they were in a field of flowers and smelling the perfume of them. "There were demons here recently," she announced with a cold delight.

Clar with an anxious look, asked. "They aren't still here—" "Nope," she shook her head. "We would have picked it up on the sensor. Still." She jerked her chin towards Dorothea's door. "She may have questions to answer if the Clave finds out she has been dealing with demons." "I doubt the Clave will be happy to hear any of this," said Isidore. "Although, she'll probably fair better than us with this." "If we get the Cup they won't care," said Alec, looking around, her blue eyes taking in the foyer. "Especially if we take down a few Forsaken while we're at it." Jayce shook her head. "They are in the upper apartment. I guess that unless we try to get into the upper apartment, they won't bother us."

Isidore blew a strand of hair out of his face and frowned at Clar. "What you waiting for?" Involuntarily Clar glanced at Jayce, who gave him a sideways grin. Go on, her eyes said.

He walked across the foyer to Dorothea's door, gently stepping. The skylight was blackened with dirt and the entryway lightbulb was out, the only light came from Jayce's witchlight. He reached the door and knocked lightly, and then again with more force.

The door swung open, light spilling out into the foyer. There stood Dorothea.

"Clar!" she exclaimed, and swept him into a hug. "Good God, boy," she said, shaking her head. "The last I saw of you, you disappeared through my portal. Where did you end up?" "Williamsburg," he said. Her eyebrows went up. "And yet they say there is no convenient pubic transportation here in Brooklyn."

She swung the door open all the way and gestured them inside. The place looked to be unchanged, everything the same as it was when Clar was here last: The same tarot cards and crystal ball on the table. He had the urge to grab the cards. Dorothea sat down in a armchair and stared at the Shadowhunters with Beady eyes. Scented candles burned on the table, which didn't do much for the smell that was in the entire house.

"I am assuming you still haven't found your mother and sister?" she asked Clar. He shook his head. "No. But I know who took them, now."

Dorothea darted her eyes towards Alec and Isidore, who were looking closely at the Hand of Fate on the wall. Jayce, looking unconcerned in the slightest in her role as bodyguard was lounging against a chair arm.

Satisfied that the none of her stuff was being destroyed, Dorothea looked back to Clar. "Was it by chance—" "Valentine," Clar confirmed. "Yes." She sighed. "I feared that," she sat back in her chair. "Do you know what he wants from her?" "I know that she was married to him—" "Love gone terribly wrong. The worst."

Jayce made a soft, almost inaudible noise at that—a chuckle. Dorothea pricked her ears at that. "What is so funny, girl?" "What do you know about it?" she said. "Love, I mean." "More than you may think," she said. "I read your tea leaves, little Shadowhunter, remember? Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?"

Clar thought back to that day, when Jayce seemed to not be paying much attention to Dorothea reading their tea leaves and him drawing the ace of cups, in fact he was almost sure Jayce was probably only half there until the name Valentine came up. But he remembered Madame Dorothea saying something about her falling in love with the wrong person, and he wondered if she even cared.

Jayce said. "Unfortunately, my one and only true love remains to be myself." Dorothea roared. "Well, at least," she said. "You don't need to worry about rejection, Jayce Wayland." "Not necessarily, I do turn myself down occasionally, to keep things interesting."

Dorothea roared again. Clar interrupted her. "You are probably wondering why we are here, Madame Dorothea." "I figured," said Dorothea, "That you enjoyed the pleasure of my company. Am I wrong?" "I don't have time for the pleasure of someone's company. I need to help my mom and sister, and to do that there is something I need."

"And that is?". "It is something called the Mortal Cup," Clar said. "Valentine thought that my mother had it. That is why he took her." Dorothea looked astonished. "The Cup of the Angel?" she said in disbelief. "Raziel's Cup, in which he mixed the blood of angels and of men and gave it to man to drink, and created the first Nephilim?" "That's the one," said Jayce with dryness in her voice.

"Why would he think she had it?" Dorothea demanded. "Why Jocelyn, of all people?" Realization started to dawn on he before Clar could say anything. "Because she was not Jocelyn Fray at all, yes of course," she said. "Back then she was Jocelyn Fairchild, his wife. Who everyone thought was dead. She took the Cup and fled, didn't she?"

Clar thought he saw something flick in her eyes but it was gone so fast that he thought he Imagined it.

"So," said Dorothea, "have you any idea what you're going to do now? Wherever she has hidden it, t can't be easy to find—that is if you even want to find it. Valentine could do horrible things with it." "I want to find it," said Clar. "We want—" Smoothly Jayce cut him off. "We know where it is," she said. "It is simply a matter of retrieving it."

Dorothea widened her eyes. "Then where is it?". "It's here," said Jayce, in such a smug tone that Alec and Isidore came over from the bookcase they were looking at to see what was happening. "Here? As in you have it on you?"

"Not exactly," said Jayce, who, Clar felt was enjoying herself in an appalling manner. "I mean you have it." "That isn't funny in the least," she said with such a sharp tone that Clar was worried everything had gone terribly wrong. Why does Jayce always have to antagonize everyone? "You do have it," said Clar quickly. "But you—"

Dorothea sat up from her chair to her full height and Looked down at them angrily. "You are mistaken," she said with ice in her voice. "In Imagining I have the Cup and in daring coming here and call me a liar."

Alec put her hand to the staff. "Uh, oh," she said under her breath.

Bafflely, Clar shook his head. "No," he said very quickly, "I am not saying you're a liar, I swear. What I am saying is the Cup is here, just you never realized it." Madame Dorothea still looking at him coldly. "Explain," she said. "What I am saying is my mother hid it here," said Clar. "Years ago. But she never told you because it had nothing to do with you." "she gave it to you disguised," Jayce explained, "In the form of a gift."

Blanky Dorothea looked at her. Doesn't she realize? Clar thought, he was puzzled. "The tarot cards," he said. "The card deck she painted for you."

Dorothea's gaze went to the cards on the table. "The cards?" Clar walked to the table and picked the deck up. He found the Ace of Cups and pulled it out, setting the rest of the cards back down. "Here," he said.

They all were looking at him, perfectly still. He slowly turned the card over and looked at his mother's artwork: the hand wrapped around the golden stem of the Mortal Cup.

"Jayce," he said. "I need your stele." She pressed it into his palm. He turned the card over and traced the runes that were painted on it— a twist there and line here, they meant something entirely different. When he turned the card back over, the picture had changed:;the fingers had released their grasp on the Cup, the hand seemed to be almost offering it to Clar as if saying, take it. He slid the stele into his pocket. And reached into the small square of the card. His hand wrapped around it and he pulled it out, and thought he heard small sighs before, the card that was now blank disappeared into ashes.

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