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differenteagletragedy · 5 months

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Your writing is wonderful and so much fun to read!!! If you’re willing, could we get some wholesome headcanons about living with each of the OL boys? Thank you, you’re amazing!

Thank you so much, that makes me so happy! So do wholesome thoughts about these boys! I could have gone on so much longer lol but here you go!

-- Baxter is a lawn guy. If you move out to the suburbs (he'll want to if you have a kid), then he's going to be SO EXCITED to pick out a good lawn mower, to get out there and trim the grass. He's got a little garden going and everything. He's trimming the bushes with glee.

-- He also cooks, both because he loves to cook and because he loves to cook for you. If he can cook with something from his garden, then he's the happiest guy on the block, at least.

-- Meanwhile, Derek is a grill guy. He has cheesy little aprons and everything, and any opportunity he has, he's out there grilling dinner.

Derek: See, what you want to do is put the charcoal in a pyramid, you get the best heat that way.

Cove: I honestly could not care less.

-- Cove doesn't like to cook, but he's got all your takeout orders memorized. He's going to stop and get something after work, he's going to know exactly what to get for you. Do you love that one sauce from that one place? He's not leaving without it. He will absolutely never bring you home the wrong thing.

-- Baxter likes blankets. There's a closet full of them, all different kinds. If anyone is ever stumped on what kind of gift to get him, they're going to learn pretty quick that a blanket is a great bet. If he's sitting down at his apartment and it's not to eat a meal, he's gonna have a blanket. He is also very happy to share :)

-- I mentioned this in another one, but Derek is really good with his hands. He can fix anything. It makes him feel really good too, to be so helpful, so be sure to tell him that he's doing a good job.

-- If you've got a garage, that is the most dad garage you've ever seen in your life. He's got a work bench, a few tool boxes, anything and everything he could possibly need to do what needs to be done around the house.

You, going out to the garage one random Monday: Derek, what are you doing?

Derek, picking up a power tool: I'm building a porch for you, babe!

-- Derek is a "babe" guy, btw. Baxter is a "darling" guy, and Derek is a "babe" guy. Cove just says your name, but we already know that.

-- If you live with Cove then you are contractually obligated to go camping on the beach at least once every summer. He doesn't actually make you sign a contract, but he would if he needed to.

-- One time you surprise him because you find a beach where you can watch baby sea turtles hatch and he loses his mind. Cries every time he thinks about it. Named a few, will ask you how you think they're doing for the rest of your life.

-- Hot beverages with Baxter! It doesn't matter if you like coffee, tea, hot chocolate, whatever, he's got a good selection and he'll make you something whenever you ask, and a lot of times even if you don't.

Baxter right when you walk in the door after texting him in the car that you'd had a rough day at work: Tea, darling?

-- Baxter also has nightmares sometimes, but it helps if you snuggle him tight. He gets sort of embarrassed by them, he doesn't want to be that sad broken boy for the rest of his life, so just pull him close and tell him to go back to sleep.

-- Derek will want to play video games -- also something we already know, but still true. Every time a new Mario Kart comes out (and no the Mario Kart 8 expansions do NOT count, Nintendo) you go to the midnight release and take the next day off work to play. You have to, it's tradition.

-- One day the GameCube is going to break and he'll try to play it off a little but he's going to be really sad about it. Hope you can find a good deal on ebay!

-- So I had this college professor who was talking to me once about directing a play, and he told me that a lot of directors make the mistake of using just kisses or hugs or sexual touches to show intimacy. He said that one time he saw a show with a scene with a husband and wife, and it was this intense scene, and the husband just slid his hand under his wife's shirt and put his hand on her stomach. Not higher or lower, there wasn't any pregnancy subtext, it was just a nice tummy touch. So now every time I like a character with a love interest I imagine that.

-- That means that Cove, Baxter and Derek all like to just rest their hand on your stomach. It's just nice and cozy there.

-- Cove is going to come home with a bouquet of poppies a lot. It's always going to be precious.

-- Baxter is going to tease you mercilessly but in the most loving way. I mention this a lot but it's because it is my truth. Did you trip coming out of the bedroom that morning? Get ready to hear about it for the rest of the day.

-- Derek is an early bird, but if he feels like he can't get out of bed without waking you up, then he's going to stay in bed as long as humanly possible.

Mr. Suarez: Son, you're late!

Derek: Yeah ... uh, traffic.

Cliff: Lol ok

-- If you're in college when you live with Cove then he is going to make sure you take your studies VERY SERIOUSLY. You ask him if he wants to watch something? Nuh uh, you've got a paper to write. He doesn't care if it's not due until the day after tomorrow, you need to work on it.

-- But if you want to binge watch anything, Baxter's your guy. Let him grab a blanket.

-- Baxter likes to give you a bath. Not in like a sexy way, he just likes to take care of you like that. He's got fancy soaps and he'll put on lotion and do your skincare after and everything.

-- You better hope you don't live near a kid, because if some child knocks on the door trying to sell something, Derek is going to spend irresponsibly.

You walking in the door to see boxes and boxes of that fundraiser chocolate: What is this?

Derek: *sheepishly* Nothing?

Cove, shoving a third candy bar in this mouth: Yeah, it's nothing.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #baxter ward #cove holden #derek suarez #olba baxter #olba cove #olba derek #our life cove #our life baxter #our life derek #our life headcannons

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malereader-inserts · 1 year

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To the Moon

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: To one werewolf to another Word Count: 1,130 Request: Can I request a dad Remus fic where the son reader is a werewolf and starting to distance from Remus, but he later finds out (idk if this English is good sobs but I love Remus sm) A/n: Harry Potter has been on tv and I've basically rewatched the franchise so much that it has rekindled my love for dad!Remus

"You look nervous."

Hermione glared at Ron, who put his hands up in defence before mumbling something to Harry, who promptly smacked him in the head with some parchment paper. This, in turn, made you smile a bit, watching Ron run his head, looking at you sheepishly before sighing and trying again.

"What I mean is, that," Ron struggled to find words, his eyebrows knitted together as you wait patiently for him, "Lupin is very understanding..."

Harry sighed at his best friend's hopelessness, "Remus won't be mad at you (Y/n), and I think you know that as well, yeah, he might be a bit upset but with himself and not with you. It's not your fault at the end of the day."

"How were we supposed to know that Greyback was waiting in the forbidden forest waiting for the full moon?"

"Not helping, Ronald," Hermione hissed at him.

"It's okay," You reassured, sinking further into the train seat, leaning your head against the window, and watching the outside move past.

After the summer, you had a great relationship with your dad, you were absolutely devastated that he had to resign from his role as a professor as you knew it had brought him such happiness, but that summer was full of fun and happiness with your dad - he even let you join the Weasleys to watch the Quidditch match. But, when you returned to Hogwarts, everything went downhill.

Within the first month, Fenrir Greyback wanted revenge. He was still hungry for revenge on the Lupins when he found out there was one more, running around normally. The fourth year was hell for you. Dumbledore, McGonagall and Pomfrey were all there to be by your side. You look into the eyes of your head of the house and the matron, and you could see flashbacks within them - knowing they see Remus in you.

You barely sent letters back to your dad, never once talking about this new condition of yours, you had support from your friends, but they were busy. Harry was focused on the Triwizard, and you spent most days distracting yourself with helping him or your studies. Ron was mostly in a mood with Harry, so you hardly saw him during the year before he turned around to help Harry. Hermione was the most helpful, but there was only so much one could do.

You didn't go home for Christmas, making up an excuse, with Remus accepted.

Remus did usually wonder what was occurring on your side, he was always thrilled to see your letter come into the post, but was often disheartened when they were infrequent. Your letters were often short and Remus could sense that there wasn't much joy within your letters. Frequently, he lies awake, wanting to ask what has happened, but he couldn't overstep.

But, as you were returning home for the summer, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread brewing within you. You didn't want to see or even talk to him, but you couldn't avoid him forever. As the train comes to a halt, you could see Arthur and Molly, and next to them was your dad. You swallowed your nerves down as you grabbed your stuff and exited the train.

You could see in the distance that there were some students who stopped by your dad, to say hello and have quick conversations, telling him that he was missed dearly by various different students. You softly smile at yourself, that your dad had made an impact on students' lives despite being known as a werewolf.

As you approach, you couldn't help yourself and hug your dad, who chuckled and hugged you tightly. He was still looming over you, you hadn't grown much during the year, so as he went to kiss your head, he saw some scarring underneath your shirt and jumper. His heart started to race as he sees familiar bite marks, you pulled away from him, and he puts a fake smile towards you.

You turn your attention to the Weasley parents, who gave you a hug as well. Remus turns to look at Hermione, with a look in his eyes. Hermione, who couldn't lie for her life, slowly nodded before quickly turning around to give her attention to anywhere but Remus'.

Remus' heart sank, and everything was slowly making sense. The lack of letters, the lack of enthusiasm in the words, talking about everything and anything but yourself - it started to make sense. You look back at your dad, who throws his arm over you and pull you tight to his side.

There was awkward tension when you arrived home, you knew what the plans were, that it wasn't to stay home for long before moving to the Order's base. But, you could cut the tension with a knife between you and Remus.

You barely leave your room, Remus would try to lure you out by watching reruns of your favourite shows, or even going out to the cinema to watch the latest movie. He wanted to do stuff with you to keep you preoccupied, anything or everything in the muggle world.

But nothing.

So, one morning, he knocks on your door and lets himself in, seeing you awake, just staring at nothing. He sighed as he creeps up to your bed and softly sits on it. Placing a gentle hand upon your hair. Your eyes move to him and his heart breaks - all he could see was fear. You're just a scared boy, you don't know much about this new situation.

"You know?" You asked so quietly, almost as if you were ashamed, Remus couldn't help but see himself in you, "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Remus reassured you, not wanting you to work yourself up, he continues to brush your hair with his hand, "There's nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't your fault, was it? It's not like you went wandering into the- you didn't did you?"

There was a light tease to his voice at the end, he knows you weren't wandering in the forest after curfew, it was just a little joke to make you smile. Which worked in Remus' favour.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really..." You murmured, "Not right now, can we do anything else?"

Remus chuckled and nodded, "Reruns of your show?"

"Yeah."

Remus nodded, he stood up, ready to walk out of the room and find your show on the television. But, he couldn't help but stop at your doorway.

"You know, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what happened or what you do in life. Your dad will always be there."

Remus lingers for a second as your lips turn upwards into a smile.

"Thanks, dad."

#remus lupin x male reader #remus lupin imagine #x male reader #platonic

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cairavende · 7 months

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Worm Arc 9 thoughts:

Not enough of my daughter. Where is my baby girl? Though I do enjoy getting different PoVs. It'll work for a little bit.

Weld is neat. Didn't feel great about him at first but he grew on me. His scene with Vista made me love him. He's a good kid. (He should probably have learned Aegis, Gallant, and Browbeat's names before talking to the team the first time though)

On the note of that scene - THEY HAD A THERAPIST THIS ENTIRE TIME? The Wards had a therapist available to them and no one was having them see said therapist after 3 of their teammates died? Piggot is so bad at this.

Me reading Flechette's chapter with the aim of making her gay as I have done with everyone else: "Oh wow this is a really easy one!"

I wanted to see more of Parian sooo badly after I first saw her and I'm so fucking glad this is how I see her! Flechette and Parian are wonderful and I hope they get gay married and retire together.

Me saying that probably highly increases the chance that one of them dies in the future.

I'm very glad Flechette gave up on Shadow Stalker. I like Flechette and she shouldn't have to deal with that asshole.

I feel so bad for Clockblocker. He's just a kid and his dad is dying and that sucks. I wanna bake him some cookies or something.

The professor of that class was so clearly identifiable as "one of those professors". All "up until now you haven't had to think, but in Parahumans 103 you'll need to think and I'm not gonna baby you yada yada". It's still just a 100 level course dude, geeze. Get off your high horse.

Clockblocker and Vista are siblings and I love their dynamic.

Despite me feeling for these kids some, the second the Travelers started clowning on them I was enjoying the shit out of myself.

Fucking Trickster is just so much damn fun. His powers are cool and he really lives up to his name. I love him.

Glory Girl getting rocketed off into the sky by Ballistic had me in tears from laughter.

Kid Win has ADHD. I was sure Kid Win had ADHD before I even started on the Kid Win chapter where he says he has ADHD. Someone get this kid some Adderall. And some therapy for all that self doubt and imposter syndrome.

Kid Win also didn't even hesitate to illegally spy on Chariots personal computer by hacking into the wi-fi, so that doesn't give me great confidence in the Wards following rules. Or any heroes. I'm sure that won't ever come up again though.

These Slaughter House Nine guys I'm sure won't be a big deal. They won't do horrible things to hundreds of people. Gonna be taken care of by heroes off screen during the next arc. No worries at all!

Vista joined the team when she was 10? The superhero team that has to deal with death on a semi-regular basis and terrifying violence all the time. That team. She joined it when she was TEN?! Shitty system you guys have here!

Saved the best for last - SHADOW STALKER GETTING FUCKING MEMED ON BY MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER! (And my daughters friends)

God I wasn't sure about her chapter at first. She is so mean and I didn't necessarily want to spend a long time in her head watching her be mean. But then my daughter showed up in a swarm of bugs and fucked up a bunch of Nazis and I knew everything was going to be ok.

The instant Shadow Stalker started to follow Skitter I knew she was gonna get fucking wrecked. I don't know why I knew, maybe I just know my daughter well enough. But no matter the reason I was so happy to watch it happen. Wasn't worried for Skitter at any moment cause I knew she was gonna bitch slap this asshole.

Just. Damn I fucking LOVE watching my daughter just be a goddess of bugs and go to town.

I could keep going about Shadow Stalker getting absolutely destroyed for who knows how long, so I'll just have to stop myself.

And we see a new person with the Undersiders, did Aisha get her powers? I'm so happy for her! I can't wait to see what they are.

Imp is a great name and it's kinda fucking bonkers it wasn't taken by somebody else already.

Did I mention Shadow Stalker getting clowned?

Cause she did.

Just completely baited and then my wonderful baby girl even got to tase her. I'm so happy for her. Sometimes a little violence is the answer.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Wards #Vista is baby #Flechette and Parian are always going to live a happy gay life in my head no matter what actually happens #Parian is too pure for this world #Shadow Stalker getting taken to FUCKING CLOWN TOWN #I love my wonderful bug daughter so much #Seriously though how bad can a group of villains call The Slaughterhouse Nine actually be?

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tgmsunmontue · 4 months

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It's all academic darlin' PART 4/10

We have a final count for parts! 16k+ Hangster AU. IceMav is only really in Part 4 as background (and again in part 9 maybe?) Will be finished by 14th January 2024.

SUMMARY: Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

PART 4

The only downside of getting picked up by Mav is that he doesn’t get to go straight home. He’s used to it though. His apartment will be stuffy after being closed up for nearly three weeks. Although he knows Kezia will have been around diligently ensuring all his house plants remain alive and well. She does it when he’s at home, knowing that Bradley only needs to look at some of the plants sideways before they decide to shrivel up and die. Doesn’t stop people giving him plants as gifts though. He’s past the point of no return, people assuming he likes them because he has them, and since he relegated their care to Kezia he doesn’t mind them. The plants and himself will survive a couple more hours.

Something smells good when he gets out of the car, and his mouth floods with saliva. Ice started cooking more when he was stressed, much to Bradley’s benefit when he was growing up because Mav lives on food he can defrost or re-heat. Ice is the one who taught him how to cook, one of the life skills he’s most grateful for. He unlaces his boots and lines them against the wall, respects the tidiness and order that Ice likes; even if Bradley leaves his shoes lying wherever he leaves them once he’s kicked them off in his own apartment. He calls out a hello and heads through to the kitchen, Mav trailing after him.

Ice gives him a smile and a one-armed hug, other hand busy stirring something on the stove Bradley identifies as a risotto. He grabs two beers out of the fridge, pops the caps and watches as Mav sticks his finger in the risotto, complains about it being hot and crunchy and Ice makes a pained face before he pushes Mav out of the kitchen, signing that he’ll join them shortly. It’s warm out so they head to the back patio, and Bradley can see Ice preparing other things and he had to admit he loves the tradition of their welcome home meal.

It had started when Mav would get home from deployment. When he was older, Bradley would cook when Ice got back from being away. Then Ice would cook when Bradley got back; even when he hasn’t even left the country, the fact that whenever he goes away somewhere for more than a couple of nights, he comes home to Ice’s cooking and Mav wanting a full debrief of his time away. He settles into one of the loungers and takes a sip of beer, waits for Mav to start in on the questions he no doubt has.

“So, what did you think of Hangman?” Mav asks, and Bradley frowns, because he has no idea what Mav is talking about. “Jake,” Mav provides and Bradley supposes he should have guessed, although he’d love to know the story behind that callsign.

“Oh. Nice enough I guess? Polite?”

“Jake Seresin was polite?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Why do you seem upset about that? What? Did you want him to be mean to me?”

“Well, you do like them with a little, uh, fire.”

Bradley chokes on the mouthful of beer and stares. What the actual fuck?

“Dad! Fuck’s sake! Did you try and organize a…” his mind scrambles. “A date?” He finally settles on. Booty call sounds ancient, and hook up when his father figure organized it… not great either. Mav looks pleased, the way he always does when Bradley calls him Dad. He’s shaking his head though.

“No. Not intentionally. I didn’t think your paths would cross as much as they did. Thought you’d be back before he got there actually. Took him long enough to accept my offer. He… hmm.”

Bradley’s used to sentences trailing away, often when Mav realizes he’s about to say something he either shouldn’t or made a connection between two or more salient points and his mind is now off on a tangent somewhere else. If he’s a little patient it comes back soon enough.

“Hangman seems like your type.”

Bradley snorts and shakes his head.

“Well, I don’t think I’m his. He didn’t even give me a once over.” Or offer up his number when Bradley sort-of suggested he get his contact details from Mav. It’s fine really, he’s not looking for anything right now, quite happy with the status quo. He has people who can scratch his itch if it comes down to it.

“Hmm. That doesn’t sound like him at all. I always got the impression that everyone is his type. Alive and breathing. And you cooked him breakfast.”

“Oh wow, thanks for that ego boost right there… alive and breathing. Biggest compliment. And I was just trying to get rid of the leftovers.”

Mav laughs and shakes his head, takes a sip from his bottle.

“You always make breakfast when you’re trying to impress someone.”

“Seriously, I was trying to use the food. I didn’t feel any need to impress Jake.”

“I’m sure he was impressed anyway, pretty sure I heard that he managed to set fire to ramen.”

Bradley frowns, because that doesn’t gel at all with the guy who had made bread from scratch, in an unfamiliar kitchen with no yeast… Huh. Interesting.

“He told me he knew how to cook…” Bradley says, taking a small sip, his mind still wondering what kind of persona Jake Seresin portrays to other people if Mav is surprised he was polite and can’t cook. A jackass that is usually incompetent in the kitchen? He’s used to naval aviators and their egos

“Well, if the cabin burns down I guess we’ll find out who’s right.”

Bradley rolls his eyes and simply shrugs, is pretty sure there’s no danger of that happening.

“Not that it matters, because we didn’t exchange contact details. But I’m guessing he has your seal of approval…”

Mav hums non-committedly and Bradley resists rolling his eyes this time. The muscles in his eye sockets need a break.

“He saved my life.”

“What?” Bradley hates hearing about it, knows Mav is safe and sound right in front of him, but the almost flippant way he says saved my life like it isn’t something someone would ever consider saving makes his heart hurt in the worst way.

“My last ever mission, and you don’t know this, but he disobeyed direct orders and came after me.”

“Jesus Mav…” His throat is tight and eyes prickle.

“Yep.”

The mood is immediately somber and he casts around for something, anything, to lighten the mood, because doing this whole emotion thing isn’t something they ever linger on.

“So, what, you wanted me to give him a thank you BJ?”

Ice comes out, fingers snapping to get their attention and they both turn.

“Who is getting thankyou blowjobs?”Ice asks and Bradley wishes the sign for blowjob were a little less visually descriptive. He really doesn’t need the mental image, although at least he’s no longer thinking about Mav dying.

“No one!” Bradley groans.

“Nothing wrong with your hearing is there…” Mav grins, eyes crinkled warm and tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth and Bradley has seen this look too many times now to know his parental figures are now making eyes at each other over the top of his head. He turns away so they can have some privacy and he doesn’t need to see any more explicit signs. Ice clicks his fingers again and he looks back, his expression one of clear forbearance but all Ice does is smirk at him. Asshole.

“Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

They settle at the table and Bradley lets the flow of conversation travel around him, chiming in when needed, half-follows the conversation about something Ice is doing with work. Dinner is a delicate zucchini and garlic risotto with grilled chicken thighs and a side-salad, pretty low-key except for the risotto. He answers questions about the smoker he’d fixed up so that Ice can use it next time he actually uses his vacation days and catches fish. Mav hassles him about it never happening before and Bradley enjoys being back in the familiar home with them bickering with one another.

“You also work too much,” Mav says, turning to him and Bradley looks to Ice for backup.

“Hello pot, I’d like you to meet kettle. Anyway, I just had ten days at the cabin. That’s plenty restful.”

Ice is shaking silently with amusement and Bradley points to him.

“See, Ice agrees. You’re the biggest hypocrite.”

“That ten days was meant to be three weeks.”

“You’ve been retired for months. You need a hobby,” Ice says, adding some signs for breaking things and that always fucking means Bradley’s on the ropes for fixing them and he pulls a face, shaking his head and giving Ice a betrayed look.

“Meddling with Bradley’s love life is my new hobby.”

“The fuck it is. No. Pick a different hobby.”

“He could look after your plants…” Ice interjects, his sign for plants though is dead plants and Bradley pulls another face and gives him the finger which just makes him laugh roughly, making the sign for apple and tree before laughing again. He’s glad someone is enjoying themselves.

“Why do I have to be involved at all? What about another fixer-upper? Bike or plane?” Ice pulls a face and slaps his arm. “Model planes? That’d be more affordable. And take up less space?”

“And boring as hell.”

“Learn to cook!”

“No!” Ice actually says, voice low and rough, the look of sheer horror on his face makes Bradley snort.

“Mav cooking is exciting at least!”

“Waste of good ingredients,” Ice signs, mouth pulled down in displeasure now that said hobbies are encroaching on his territory. Fuck, they’re going to have to come up with something together otherwise Mav will annoy the shit out of them both. Maybe his love life is the safest, he’s had plenty of practice in ignoring Mav at least.

“Hey, I could learn to cook! I’m sure you could both teach me…” Bradley winces, because trying to teach Mav anything is painful and Ice seems to agree, hands flashing quickly with cannot teach, pushing his chair back and shaking his head before walking away while Mav blusters and says he’s perfectly capable of taking direction. Bradley snorts because that’s a load of bullshit and he finds himself making that sign automatically.

“Giving me the bird while you walk away doesn’t count as getting the final word in!” Mav calls at Ice’s retreating back, before turning to Bradley. “I could learn to cook you know, if I put my mind to it.”

“Mav, we all have our personal strengths and weaknesses…”

Mav’s eyes narrow and Bradley smirks, because it’s exactly a line that Mav has given him more than once when he’s struggled with not being good at something.

“Also Ice and I both enjoy cooking. You view it as a chore.”

“I do worry about you though, your work…”

Bradley sighs, pushes his empty plate away and rubs at his temple.

“Mav… my job is safe. Imagine how you’d feel if I had joined the Navy and went on deployment for months on end?”

“You went and lived in Europe for three years!”

“To do my doctorate. And now I’m back and have been for over a decade. Mav, I’m… I love my job okay? You love flying, and Ice… and I get that you want me to have what you have with Ice. But I’m okay. I’m happy. I have plenty of friends, and while I get it might be nice to have someone at home, I don’t need that to be happy. Also I actually really enjoy the novelty of not feeling guilty for not ignoring my partner because of work,” he states, because that is what had been the demise of his last relationship and Mav fucking knows it too.

“Do you think it would be different with the right person though?”

“Oh for… please don’t start. Look, if something happens, it happens. But it’s not a priority for me right now.”

“I was just hoping for grandkids…”

“Bullshit. You’ve got plenty of young people in your life. And I don’t want kids. You know that. Amelia scares the shit out of me and I have to work with too many teenagers as it is already.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky you survived your teen years. Ice and I held each other back from killing you on multiple occasions.”

“Sure Mav…”

“Why do you always think I’m lying when I say that?”

PART FIVE

#Hangster #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #It's all academic darlin'#IceMav

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thisismeracing · 5 months

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WORKS IN PROGRESS (NOVEMB.)

I'LL ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOU (100%) | ✅ (read here) mick schumacher x fluff The flu caught you out of the blue and completely unprepared, good thing you have your boyfriend around to take care of you.

PRETTY LIAR (100%) ✅ | (preview here and full piece on Patreon here) lando norris Ever since Lando was a kid he knew his future would bring fame somehow, always involved with racing and having just what it needed to become a Formula 1 driver, he was happy with everything it entailed, up until said future became his present and he realized there was also a rough side to the fame. That's why, when he found you – someone who had no idea who he was, he kept his career from you. He would tell you, and he would eventually clarify the situation, he had it all planned, however, all it took was one week. One week for you to discover that what you thought started as a beautiful story, was actually a perfectly told lie. Lando was pretty, but he was also a liar. Now he had to find a way to explain everything, and you had to find it in you to forgive him.

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Detention- (Garreth x Sharp!reader)

Description: As the daughter of ex-auror and current potions professor Aesop Sharp, Y/n has lived a pretty straight edged life. Well, that is she did, before she met a certain Weasley who gave her a taste of mischief. This time, though they didn't move fast enough and have to deal with the consequences.

Warnings: slight spice, swearing.

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"Shit, run!" Garreth sprung from our vantage point in the dark corridor where we had set up to watch our firework display light up the Great Hall. My attention came back to the present, where we were sprinting past the house hourglasses and out the doors heading quickly to the doors leading outside.

"A few feet, just a few more feet-" Garreth huffed under his breath as we neared the wooden doors.

I pull out my wand and aim for the doors, intending to have them open by the time we reach them, "Accio!"

A few students dodge out of our path as we near the door. Just as it was in reach, another voice rang out through the hall, sending the few remaining students skittering down the corridors.

"Colloportus!" The doors slam shut violently just as we reach them, causing Garreth to stop abruptly. Momentum sent me striking into his back, sending us both to the floor. My wand rolls to the side, and I scurry on my hands and knees to grab it when it flies out of my grasp.

My eyes follow it, knowing who I was about to see. Surely enough, as Garreth and I sat there- his hand still holding my wrist- none other than Professor Weasley and my father approach. My eyes find father's first, searching them for his reaction. Instantly, I wish I wouldn't have. He was pissed.

Garreths hand slides down from my wrist to find my hand and squeeze tightly as Professor Weasley begins to speak, "One would think," her tone was as sharp as my fathers gaze, "That having family members in the schools faculty would make certain students behave."

My father brought a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I don't know what to do with the two of you. Detention for the rest of the month."

"Dad! That's unfair! It was just fireworks!" I whine. Surely a month of detention was a bit overkill for just a few fireworks, right?

"Your fireworks," Professor Weasley began, "Set Duncan Hobhouse's robes alight."

Beside me, Garreth chuckles, and I drive my elbow into his side.

"The pair of you are lucky that a classmate nearby was quick thinking enough to put out the flames before they damaged anything other than mere clothing!"

"We couldn't have set Puffskein Dunkien on fire with the fireworks! They were our new invention, specially made for indoor use! If they could catch people on fire I'd be an inferi by now!"

"I don't want to hear it!" Professor Weasley barked, "To your dorms, both of you! And I expect to see you bright and early for detention tomorrow!"

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The morning sun stained the sky vivid colors that in any other circumstances I'd find beautiful. I trudged down the winding path of the hill to the unused cottage at the edge of the property where Professor Weasley's owl had instructed me to be.

It was a quaint little thing, definitely needing some love, but I could see wonderful memories being made here in the future. The door opens as I approach, the crunch of frost underneath my boots alerting to my presence, as my father steps out. Behind him, Garreth follows quietly.

"Good morning, darling." Dads voice hinted that he was still angry, but the fact he was referring to me as anything but a troubled student was a good sign, "Today, you will be cleaning this hut by hand. No magic use, understood?"

"Yes, sir." I mumbled.

"Very good. A house elf will bring you your meals, and I don't want to see you at the castle until sunset." I watched as he began up the hill, rolling my eyes.

I wait until father is out of earshot, turning to Garreth, "We both agree that there's no possible way our fireworks set Duncan on fire, right?"

Garreth laughed, turning to head back into the hut, "Oh, agreed. I have a certain pair of Slytherins looking into that whole thing."

The inside of the hut was an absolute dusty mess, filled with dead bugs and cobwebs. I grab a broom and prop open the door so the dirt can escape.

"Sebastian and Ominis?" I ask, disbelieving, "How on earth did you manage to talk them into it?"

Garreth grabbed the other broom, sweeping along side me, "Oh, when it comes to Puffskein Dunkien, Gaunt doesn't need convincing at all."

I chuckle, thinking about all of the times I've heard Ominis giving Duncan grief in the hall. "I just wonder what he really did to get set on fire? Did that little rat really just stick his sleeve into a candle flame?"

Garreth snorted, "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised."

A few quiet moments passed before garreth threw his broom to the ground, "This is impossible! We aren't even making a dent!"

The sudden commotion startles me, causing me to inhale the dust cloud Garreth had stirred up. In a fit of coughing, I stumble my way out of the cottage. Once my lungs deemed the air clean enough, I fell to my butt in the damp dew-ridden grass, attempting to gulp in air.

Garreth rushed out and kneeled infront of me, "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Vision diluted with tears, my eyes find Garreths face. His pale skin was reddened so much he reminded me of a tomato. A laugh bubbled up through the gasps, and next thing I know the reason I can breath is laughter.

Garreth, instead of looking on like I was insane, began laughing along side me. Together we sat and laughed, and when the laughter died down Garreth spoke between attempts to catch his breath, "Why are you even laughing?"

I reach forward and trace a line along his cheek, "Has anyone ever told you you turn red when you're worried?"

The boy scoffs, lightly slapping away my hand and pulls me to my feet, "Once or twice. Although it happens when I'm angry, sad, tired- you name it. It's part of the ginger curse." He wiggled his fingers at me, quickly springing towards me in attempt to tickle me.

I squeal, running into the hut and grabbing my broom for protection. Garreth walks in hands above his head, imitating a monster. He dropped his voice dramatically low "No broom can stop the tickle monster."

I laugh as he gets closer, weilding the broom infront of me, "Please, no! I'll clean this entire place by myself if you just swear not to-"

Garreth lunges, knocking the broom out of my hands and begins to tickle my stomach. Uncontrollable laughter leaves my lips as I attempt to back out of his grasp, until my back hits the table. Stuck leaning against the wooden piece of furniture, I just keep laughing and attempting to push the redhead away.

His hands stop moving, and I open my eyes to see his face only a few inches from mine suddenly looking very serious. His eyes bore into mine, and I can tell he is thinking. Debating.

Not moving he begins to speak carefully, as if he was afraid the words that left his lips would scare me away. "Only you," his voice was low and deep, "Could make this dreadful task enjoyable."

His eyes flicked down to my lips, his tongue running over his bottom lip briefly before he bites it. He really appears to be holding something back, his eyes full of conflict. His face begins to turn red, small blotches traveling down his neck and onto his chest.

Despite the tension in the moment, I begin to giggle, "Gare, you're turning red again."

My laughter breaks something in him, letting loose that bit of resolve he had. He let's out a breathy laugh, "Fuck it."

Suddenly, his lips are on mine. The kiss is rough- needy, as if he had been holding himself back from this for ages. His hands, still on my waist drop to my hips and lift me up so I'm perched on the edge of the table. He moves his body in between my legs, pulling me closer to him.

My hands find their way into his hair, fingers tangled in the red locks. When I pull, he let's out a small noise, a moan, really. He takes that moment to decide to pull his lips from mine, leaving us still so close that I could feel his ragged breath heave his chest into mine.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this here, love." Garreth laughed looking down at me, "If we continue, I won't be able to stop, and I really don't want your dad to walk in on that."

"They'd never leave us alone again," I laugh, "I'm pretty sure the only reason they leave us alone together is because they think we are only friends."

Garreth smiled down at me, "I take it that means we're not just friend?"

I can only scoff, pulling him close, "Not after that, no."

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BONUS: The Slytherin Boy's and the Investgation of the Flaming Hobhouse.

"Shush, I can hear him and his friends coming." Ominis crouched behind the potted plant in one of the many sitting areas in the Dark Arts Tower. To anyone else, the two boys hiding in the corner would appear to be nothing more than a shimmer- a minor displacement of light.

"He has friends?

"Shush, Sebastian."

"It was the perfect opportunity," Duncan's obnoxious voice rang loudly down the hallway, causing the hair on the back of Ominis's neck to raise. Oh man, did he really hate this git. "The second the fireworks began I knew I had the perfect opportunity to not only get those freaks in trouble, but even get a brand new robe out of it."

Sebastian went to stand, but Ominis stopped him. He gestured to the magical recorder in his hand, and Sebastian slowly lowered back down.

Meanwhile, Duncan continued talking, "All I had to do was hold my sleeve over one of the candles they have on the table. I knew they could afford buying me a new robe. I mean they're family of Professors here."

Ominis stood up, dropping the disillusionment charm. Sebastian quickly following suit.

"Well Ominis, I think that's all we need." Sebastian spoke comically loud, sure to catch Duncan's attention.

"I agree Sebastian," Ominis brushed off his robe, "Gee, this recorder sure is nifty. I say we go show Professor Sharp. I think he'd love it."

Duncan's bravado dropped, and he began to approach the pair of Slytherins, "Gaunt, Sallow. Please don't. Please, I'll do anything."

Ominis pointed his wand at Duncan, beginning to walk backwards, "Come any closer, Hobhouse, and I'll melt your eyebrows off. Now, if you excuse us. We are off to see a Professor."

Sebastian turned to face Duncan as Ominis began to stride away. The boy pretended to search his pockets, then pulled out his middle finger, mouthing a proud, "Fuck you."

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The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

ROSIE’S POV:

The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.

Dear Moony, I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it. Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony. Love, Cub

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie.

“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”

“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.

“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!”

“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug.

“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.”

“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.

“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.

“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”

“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

“So much.” Lacy added.

Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.

“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”

“Thanks, Draco.”

All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”

Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look.

“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.

“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“I don’t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”

“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”

Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”

“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”

After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”

“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else.

“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.

“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I do hope you aren't like him.”

“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”

“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”

“Yes.”

“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room.

“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”

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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 1 MASHUP 12

Professor Aurea Juniper (Pokémon) vs Asami Sato (The Legend Of Korra)

Professor Aurea Juniper is a Pokémon Zoologist/Researcher!

Asami Sato is an Inventor, Mechanical Enginner and Architect!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Professor Aurea Juniper:

"she is the first pokemon professor to be a woman in a mainline game and she is 100% more well put-together than any of the male professors that came before or after her and she keeps helping save the world. or at least the pokemon usa. pokemerica."

"We NEED to support the first female professor <3."

"Because I’m love her, your honor. Also, she was the very first female pokemon professor, which is super cool."

"First female Pokémon professor and she deserves the world <3"

"Juniper is the first female Pokemon Professor in the Pokemon games.

She's very involved in the plot of Black and White. She gifts the protagonist and their childhood friends their Pokemon. She also regularly calls them to give them tips and tricks throughout their journey. She shows up a few times to also give the protagonist useful items. She even meets the protagonist before they go off to Victor Road to challenge the last gauntlet of bosses.

Juniper is friends with another professor, Fennel. She helps Fennel with her own research by recommending the player go to visit Fennel to search for Dream Mist.

Juniper later takes Bianca under her wing when Bianca decides to quite Pokemon battling, instead having an interest in doing Pokemon research. Bianca becomes Juniper's research assistant in Black 2 and White 2.

She's a girlboss and one of the more interesting Professors in the Pokemon franchise

The creator of Pokemon Ken Sugimori requested to change Juniper into a woman when early concepts had her as a mn. Sugimori also considers Juniper to be a New Yorker type; in his words, ""a real career woman""."

"She encourages other women in STEM, specifically Bianca from Pokemon who becomes her research assistant. Think she's pretty. Sorry I'm just gay"

Asami Sato:

"According to her wiki page: Asami is considered a "genius technologist and inventor". A practical thinker and highly capable engineer, she is able to repair and construct vehicles with limited resources, such as when she improvised a makeshift sand-sailer using materials from a destroyed airship.Her skill in engineering extends to major projects, as she was involved in developing the Future Industries airship. Asami is also a skilled Pai Sho player, proving herself to be a good methodical strategist and can pick locks with her hair pins, able to free Tenzin through this method in the Northern Air Temple. Due to her mother's influence and her time at Future Industries, Asami is a capable architect, capable of designing large amounts of houses in a short period of time. She enjoys working as engineer, architect, and inventor.” She’s bisexual, dating the most powerful woman in their world and she fought her evil CEO dad and won"

"She is beautiful"

"I'm gonna be real i should be taking a map right now not submitting STEM girlies but trust me she's made some cool shit. also she's pretty. and canonically bisexual"

"She's pretty and bi. Her eyes i could stare into for hours."

"She fights with a glove charged with electricity. She has a fucking raw moment where she accepts a glove from her dad and then turns around and shocks him with it to free her friends because her dad is causing horrors. Also has the great line of “I know these roads better than you - I built some of them”. Also she makes a flying robot suit. Being a femme bi woman in STEM >>>>>"

"She is literally a GENIUS and has saved her friends time and time again with her intelligence! She is also the only one in her group without supernatural abilities and uses her engineering skills to make weapons to help her in fights!! She is canonically bisexual!!"

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Midnight Munchies

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My first piece for bingo! WOOHOO!

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When James can't sleep, he convinces Sirius to take a trip down to the kitchens.

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Despite the fact that both James and Sirius don’t need to study and aren’t nearly as stressed with regards to N.E.W.T.s that everyone else is, they’re still up in the middle of the night unable to sleep. James isn’t sure why, but as he sees Sirius toss and turn, too, he decides to get his attention.

“Hey, Padfoot, you awake?”

Sirius hums. “Clearly.”

“Wanna go for an adventure?” James asks, thinking that maybe they could go for a run as Padfoot and Prongs or at least down to the kitchens. There’s no one other than his boyfriend that he’d rather be with when he can’t sleep.

Sirius rolls to his side and props himself up on one elbow. “And where would this adventure be?”

“Down to the kitchens?” James suggests. “Midnight snack?”

Sirius grins. “I could go for a midnight snack.”

“Then, let’s go.”

James doesn’t bother with changing out of pajamas, instead moving to get the invisibility cloak and Marauder’s Map, and is at the door in seconds.

“Eager, are we?” Sirius teases. “Not even going to change?”

“Not when the only person that’s going to see me is my boyfriend.”

“The house-elves will see you.”

James pouts. “It’s just unnecessary.”

Sirius laughs, so James pulls on his hand and leads him out of the dorm.

James loves any excuse to hold his hand now that they’re together and as he throws the cloak over them, he’s even more excited to be close together. He smells like the forest, which confuses James greatly since they literally enjoyed the Prefect’s bathroom earlier before Remus came in and complained that just because James is Head Boy does not mean Sirius should gain access to the Prefect’s bath. James had told him to stuff it, since he’s literally been sharing the passcode since he became captain of the quidditch team in fifth year.

Despite the smell, James still loves it, so they quickly make their way down the stairs and out of the common room. They use the map to dodge professors and perfects (although James – had he been dressed – could easily claim that as Head Boy he could roam all he wants, but he isn’t so he uses any close call as an excuse to press close to Sirius up against a nearby wall, prompting Sirius to kiss him and nearly forget what they were up to.

Hence the reason it takes far longer than it should to make it the painting with a bowl of fruit and easily tickling the pear, allowing them entrance to the kitchens. It’s always a sight to see all those house-elves and the tables like the Great Hall down in the kitchens.

He pulls off the cloak, and let's Sirius lead him to the Gryffindor table. The house-elves are asking how they can help, and James can’t help grinning as Sirius orders their favorite midnight snacks and the house-elves go running.

“I’m going to miss this, you know?” Sirius says, staring after them as they sit across from one another as always.

“The house-elves?” James questions as the food is brought to them nearly instantly. “Because we have one, remember? Mum and dad said they’re giving us Missy when we move to the flat.”

Sirius kicks him under the table. “No, being here – with you. Our midnight dates in the kitchens. This place is pretty special, don’t you think?”

“Of course I do,” James states as he begins playing footsie with Sirius. “It’s the only place we can date that doesn’t get jeers and attention from the Slytherins.”

“Or being annoyed by Moony and Wormtail who often forget that we want to be alone sometimes,” Sirius offers.

“Or Evans or some other prefect interrupting just because they have ‘questions’ that can totally wait until the prefect’s meetings?” James adds. He’s always been a little annoyed that their attempts to date within the castle or even Hogsmeade are often interrupted.

“Exactly,” Sirius states. “Our trips to the kitchens are the only way for us to date.”

James smiles as he reaches across the table and grabs his hand. “At least we can plan normal dates after school ends. Dates where we can just be together… no one to interrupt.”

Sirius grins. “That sounds delightful. Still, that doesn’t mean I won’t be a little nostalgic for our midnight dates here in the kitchens. I mean – not just our regular dates, but our first kiss happened here, James.”

James flushes, he remembers.

They’d been riding the high of James’ first quidditch cup win as Captain in fifth year and he’d been pining hard for Sirius, but utterly convinced Sirius wouldn’t go for him – they both had expectations – but he realized that he should’ve known better. As they sat there, just as they do now, enjoying their favorite midnight snacks, James let slip that there was only one thing that could’ve made that night more utterly perfect… a kiss from Sirius.

He hadn’t meant to say it, he’d just been thinking about it, wanting it for so long, and hating that he was pretending to be interested in some bird (he chose Evans because she would never give him a chance) and he just… let it out.

Sirius had been utterly surprised, especially when James had made a point of following up that declaration with kissing Sirius passionately. The house-elves even cheered, and James had been terrified about Sirius’ reaction until Sirius had kissed him the second time and it took… well, a while to finally break apart and explain.

“Yes, well, one of us just couldn’t handle pining anymore,” James offers. “I was never very good at keeping my feelings to myself.”

Sirius grins, “Lucky me.”

He leans across the table and gives him a kiss.

“The only problem is that now our anniversaries after this year can’t be held down here.”

“Well, that’s just not true,” James teases. “Because we could totally sneak in every year just to celebrate.”

Sirius laughs. “Or we become professors and cause real chaos.”

“Sounds like a great plan, Padfoot. The Professors Potters – Hogwarts’ worst nightmare,” James agrees. He’s grinning like an idiot. He loves it.

“Agreed!” Sirius replies, cheerfully. “We should go to Dumbledore right now and start the take-over!”

“Yes!” James cheers. “We’d be kick-arse professors.”

“Hell yeah, we would!”

They cheer and kiss and finish their midnight snacks with stories about what they would do as professors with a promise of a long future together until the house-elves tell them it’s time to get back as they prepare for breakfast.

Their trip to the kitchens is over for now, but James is sure that there would be more in the future.

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Thirteen years later, James happily leads a half-asleep Sirius down to the Hogwarts’ kitchens. It’s their fifteen-year anniversary and despite being ‘responsible professors and fathers’, James is sneaking him to the kitchens to celebrate.

He’s gotten the house-elves on board for their favorite couple, and he’s so happy and hopelessly romantic.

He tickles the pear just as Sirius suddenly realizes where they are. “Oh, Jay, always the hopeless romantic.”

“And you love it,” James retorts.

Sirius smiles. “I definitely do.”

“Good,” James states and hands him a glass of champagne. “Here’s to fifteen amazing years together.”

“Cheers to that,” Sirius says, chinking his glass against James’ glass. “Happy Anniversary, Love.”

“Happy Anniversary.”

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #prongsfoot #starchaser #hp starbucks

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NMTDaily: And So It Begins

- Beatrice’s first vlog! What an opening line, I love it lol. I remembered the hand wave on “hello, people of the Internet” having a wider arc across the screen than it actually does, funny enough! Glad I didn’t specify the wide wave when I referenced this line in MARRIED, the fic I posted on the 25th.

- “I’m not too old for Halloween”, girl after my own heart!

- Always thought it was interesting that Bea’s mother is American. I wonder how/why they decided that. It’s the kind of super specific detail that makes Bea feel so real, because who would make that up? It’s also interesting that it means Bea and Ben’s families are both somewhat international. Another parallel for them, another thing they have in common.

- I bet the Aunties’ wedding was the cutest thing ever, imagine Hero and Leo standing up with them! That’s probably the last time all of the Dukes were together before the story starts.

- I’m surprised Bea’s parents moved because her dad got a promotion. I would have assumed her mom did, because we get the impression of her as the high-powered businesswoman. But good for Bea’s dad. Is it canon that he’s a university professor? (Promotion = tenure?) Or did I make that up for fanfic and/or confuse him with Ben’s parents being professors in canon? Listening for that. Maybe Bea’s dad was actually also a business person all along and that’s how her parents met. Who knows.

- Bea says Australia like I say Indiana, lol (no hate to anyone from Indiana though! Just another of those inborn rivalries with the neighbor, like the Oz/NZ one.)

- “A great science program” I forgot Bea was a science person!

- I always loved the set decoration in this room, I remember it’s Hero’s room, and it’s so artsy and cozy and pretty. Love the wall art.

- “Leo and I are in charge of the house for the next six months” Excuse me, does this series really only take place over six months? Well, it ends in the first week of November, so that’s seven full months. I think it felt like it lasted a whole year when it was airing though. Time slowed down during a certain arc for sure.

- “in-joke with myself!” Classic. I kind of love that the text on screen saying “good one Beatrice” is Bea talking to herself again in-world, but out-of-world it’s kind of the Candle Wasters talking, interacting both with their own main character and with the audience. Meta.

- “Sorry my life is so boring” are like, THE famous last words for an LIW protagonist. Honey, you got a big storm coming!

- I was always so incredibly impressed with Beatrice’s independence, her comfort with leaving her parents and essentially being on her own before she even finished high school. I was alone in a college dorm hours away from home when I first watched this, second semester of freshman year if I’m not mistaken, and I could barely believe I’d managed it. I couldn’t imagine doing that any earlier than I had. I thought she was so brave and cool. I think Bea actually shows more hesitation and nervousness than I realized she did in this episode, both because she’s not used to vlogging yet and because being in a new place is nerve-wracking, but I still think she’s so brave.

- It’s so interesting that in a reversal of the play, it’s our Beatrice who comes from away to Messina to start the story, instead of Benedick and the other men returning from war. Of course, we’ll see how the boys’ arrival on the scene is modernized soon enough!

- Harriett does such a great job making you care about Bea and like her right from the start. You just want to keep listening to her talk. I can’t wait to do just that over the next seven months.

- The Benedict Cumberbatch crush is a stroke of genius, but what are the odds that there happens to be a super famous guy named Benedict that you can reference who is at peak relevance in the exact year your MAAN modernization premieres? Truly, this series as it exists could only have happened in 2014. It was the perfect time and the perfect people. What luck.

- Oh, this is the wider arc hand wave I was remembering! It’s just at the end of the video and not the beginning. Funny!

- Covering the camera with her hand and ducking out of frame at the end of her first video is a direct parallel to what Bea and Hero do in their final NMTD video, sliding out of frame and all. Love that.

- I can’t believe how much there is to talk about even with these early episodes. These posts are gonna get so long they’ll have to go under a cut for the later episodes!

💖🦩🥭

#nmtd #nothing much to do #nmtdaily #violivs nmtdaily liveblog #nmtd spoilers #maybe? just in case

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thundercloud12 · 7 months

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The Second Potter pt 2

Sorry it took awhile. Work has been crazy.

Anyways, thank y’all for the support. Hope y’all like it.

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, sadness

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“Dear diary. It’s been a few weeks since the whole fight between Harry and I. Lots of people look at me as if I’m the bad guy, which is disturbing since they don’t know the whole story. I’m honestly used to it. Draco and I have been getting very close. I realized we are both very similar in how we feel. Both of our dads are horrible, treat us like shit, and our moms love us but won’t stick up for us and let them talk to us like we’re the house elf. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t even sleep in my own dorm because all I think about was that night. The night I lost my baby because of Harry. Draco has been there for every night and we found ourselves needing to sleep together for comfort. He’s so warm and his signature smell is intoxicating. Pansy keeps asking me if Draco and I are a thing and honestly I’m not sure. I’d like to be but I don’t know where his head space is at because he keeps staring at another girl most days. It does make me jealous but we’re not a couple so I can’t be controlling. However, there is another guy that has caught my eye.His brown eyes, stare at me with love and compassion. It’s like we’ve know each other forever. I haven’t spoke to him much but there’s this odd feeling that we have. And honestly I’d smash” I write in my journal.

“Y/n, we’re going to miss breakfast if you don’t hurry your ass up!” Yelled Pansy through our shared dorm. I rushed out not realizing I forgot to do my hair. “Darling, I can not let you go out like this. Please put it in a bun or something” “Thanks Pans, I don’t want people to think less of me than they already do” as I rolled my eyes. Deep down I do think a lot about what others think. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and it completed my whole “I don’t give a fuck” look. We walk into the great hall and I can fell eyes boring into my head. I noticed there’s a spot by my favorite person and sit down next to him. “Did you sleep well darling?” Asked a very concerned Draco. I couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful, blue eyes. “Kind of. As best as I could” “Well I hate to give it to you. You look like shit” I smacked his arm hard as if I was offended “Shut up Ferret boy. I know I look like shit” as the table snickered, I couldn’t help but look over at Harry. It couldn’t be, his eyes showed an apologetic expression. That’s when I felt a sharp pain in my chest and Harry felt this as well. Draco, Enzo, Pansy and Mattheo looked at me worried and Ron and Hermoine looked at Harry worried. We couldn’t stop looking at each other and then it happened again and this time more painful. We both cried out in pain causing everyone to look at us. Then it abruptly stopped. Our friends looked at us worried and asked if we were okay and I just brushed it off. However, this isn’t the first time this has happened. This is not good.

“Good morning students. Today—” Dumbledore boringly went on. It’s always the same speech. I walked fast to my first class, DADA, which I have with Draco, Pansy, Enzo and Theodore but my partner is Harry. Of course, why wouldn’t they put us together. I sulked in my chair trying not to fall asleep. “Everyone hurry up Today we are going to learn about the 3 unforgivable curses” this perked my ears up. “Can anyone tell me what they are?” Hermoine spoke up “ Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse” “Correct. 10 point for Gryffindor. Can anyone tell me what they do? Anyone?” Silence was all that was heard. “Miss Granger, what does the Imperius Curse do?” “Well, it allows the user to control the actions of the victim” “Correct Miss Granger. Mr. Nott, what does the Cruciatus Curse do?” “It causes unbearable pain” “Correct. And Miss Potter, what about the killing curse. Since you clearly know about it” asked Professor Moody. This caused everyone to look at me with fearful, questionable and worried glances. I hesitated for a moment. “ instant death.” As a tear slipped out my eye and I looked down. Enzo is the only one that knows and I wanted to keep it that way but now everyone will soon know.

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Later that night in the Slytherin Common room, all of us were huddled by the fire. I was wrapped up in a blanket laying on Draco’s lap while he played with my hair. After DADA, I’ve been distant and not wanting to talk. Everyone noticed but didn’t want to talk about it until… “y/n, why did Moody say you know about the killing curse well?” Questioned Theo and everyone became silent. “You don’t have to answer this y/n/n” Enzo said sadly. “It’s okay Enzo. Everyone will know eventually but keep this between all of us please. Right before Voldemort killed my daughter, he forced me to do unimaginable things. He had his followers tie me to a chair as well as my family. At the time I didn’t know what was happening. One minute we were in class and the next I was tied to a chair facing my family. He said if I wanted to keep my baby, I’d have to kill them. I remember my blood going cold in an instant. I screamed and begged him not to make me make a decision. He got upset I wasn’t choosing and kept hitting me with torture spells directly onto my belly. They brought my ex, Landon, in and made him watch me being tortured. I’ve never heard so many broken screams. An hour later of torture, I had enough and agreed. I apologized to my mom and sisters and killed them with the killing curse. I’ve never felt so disgusted in my life. I couldn’t see from all the tears until Voldemort looked at me and said “Unfortunately, I can’t let the think that can kill me live.” And killed my daughter. Before I passed out I heard him say “Thank Harry for this. It’s his fault” I said this with no emotion while everyone looked at me almost crying, well Pansy was crying hard. “Excuse me, I’m going to go on a walk” I left without saying anything else. As I walked down the halls of Hogwarts, I saw a few shadows and voices. I realized it was the golden trio and scoffed. “ Harry, you didn’t do this ?” “What do you mean I didn’t do this? I’m the one who opened the chamber of secrets and killed Tom Riddle. I’m the one who tried to kill Voldemort during the Tournament. I have to live with this guilt that my cousin’s daughter was killed because of me” “Hermoine is right, you didn’t do this, Voldemort did. He was coming after both of you. You both fought but she got the worse of it. Both of you survived Voldemort when he tried to kill you both.” I was shocked. I didn’t know Voldemort tried killing him too. All I was told was Harry opened the Chamber of Secrets and set all of this in motion. That he was the one who controlled it.

I decided now was the best time to go to my dorm. Except I didn’t go to mine and I didn’t go to Draco’s.

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Part 3 will be out soon. Leave a comment on who you think the other guy is!

Like always, leave advice!

#harry potter #draco x reader #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle #draco fanfiction #theodore nott #pansy parkinson #hermoine granger #slytherin

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, gun violence, blood

Last Chapter

Chapter 20-

The genius plan that John B and JJ came up with was to go to Professor Sowell's house... the house where the dead body was... it wasn't a great plan.

You went along with the plan anyway because you couldn't think of a better one, but when you entered the house, the supposedly dead body was nowhere to be seen. Your brother swore that the body was right there on the living room floor, but it was gone.

After some intensive searching your brother found a photo of Professor Sowell from a newspaper article, in that photograph was another person, Neville. Professor Sowell's last words to John B was 'Neville' and it wasn't hard to connect the dots.

Singh and his men were taking out the people who were on Professor Sowell's exposition to South America and Neville was the last one on that list. He was the last person alive who knew where Big John would be, and you had to get to him before Singhs men did.

"Wait, so because you know a guy with the same last name as Neville, you think they're related?" You asked, jumping out the Twinkie and following the two guys towards some farming building on the outskirts of town.

"How many people do you know with the last name Persaud? I met a guy here last summer with my cousin 'cause we were doing the growing business. Yeah, yeah. Last name, Persaud." JJ explained and you rolled your eyes. "Or wait, was it Percett?"

"No, no, no. Okay, you think... JJ, we're talking about my dad's life." John B suddenly said.

"No, I know. I know Mr. Persaud. Trust me. It's cool." JJ reassured, before he turned to one of the workers and smiled. "Hey, uh, Mr. P, right?"

"Hey!" The guy greeted happily.

"What's going on, man?" JJ replied, fist bumping the guy. "Hey, so we're looking for... we're looking for Neville. Is he still here?"

"Nah, nah, nah, he's out there. Been holding up near Doe Creek. In his houseboat. Way, way back."

JJ gave you and your brother a pointed look, seeming happy with himself for getting that information and before you knew it, the three of you were trekking through the woods to the creek.

The houseboat was easy enough to spot and the three of you swam through the water to get to it. You had no idea if there were alligators in the water or not, so you tried very hard to not think about it.

You climbed up the fixed ladder at the stern of the boat, JJ holding his hand out and helping you with the last few slippery steps before you were all standing on the back deck of the houseboat.

You remained silent, creeping quietly towards the back door. This Neville guy probably knew people were trying to kill him and if he saw a bunch of strangers on his boat, he would probably shoot first and ask questions later.

"Stove's warm. He's still here." John B whispered, holding his hand above the hotplate in the kitchen before he stepped back out onto the deck where you and JJ were still standing.

"Maybe he split when he heard us coming." JJ suggested quietly, looking over the edge of the boat for any sign of him.

"Devils!" A voice suddenly shouted.

John B shoved you and JJ out the way. The two of you mere seconds away from getting your heads cut off by a machete if not for your brother.

JJ managed to keep his feet, but you fell to the ground at the unexpected push while your brother ducked out the way of the machete as Neville attacked him. JJ rushed forward, grabbing the man’s shoulder to pull him away from your brother, but copped an elbow to the face in response.

John B tackled Neville backwards just as JJ stuck out his leg, tripping them both to the ground on the kitchen floor. Neville landed on the top and was quick to pin your brother on his back and raise the machete to take him out.

"No! Neville, wait! No! We're not here to kill you, I swear!" You shouted, grabbing his arm, stopping him from swinging. "We know Professor Sowell."

Those simple words were enough to get through to him, his body freezing as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

"Who gave you that name?"

"Listen, we're friends, okay?" John B said, drawing the man’s attention away from you, but you kept your grip firm on Nevilles arm, not trusting him not to use the machete. "You were in Orinoco last year. With five other people, right?"

"How did you know that?"

"Let go of him and we'll tell you." You said, but the man didn't move.

"She said, let go!" JJ yelled, yanking the machete out the man’s grasp.

Neville released your brother instantly and got to his feet just as JJ pinned him up against the wall, the blade of the machete inches from his neck, not messing around.

"Look, we don't wanna hurt you, okay?" John B insisted, getting to his feet as Neville raised his hands, the guys all breathing heavily trying to catch their breath after the scrap fight.

After a few seconds, JJ lowered the machete and took a step back, but never took his eyes off the man while John B started to explain.

"Look we were just with Sowell yesterday. He, uh, he didn't make it."

"He's dead?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

Neville took a moment to process that infomation before his head dropped and he took a step away from the three of you with a heavy sigh, "I'm the last one left."

"Yeah. That's why we had to get to you before they did." You replied, glancing over at JJ and John B to make sure they weren't hurt before you turned back to Neville. "If we found you, they can too."

"I just have a few questions." John B said, taking a step towards him and unfolding a piece of cloth with a drawing on it that he had found at Sowells house. "Solana, you've been there. Yeah?"

"That is a place of evil."

"That stone piece right there." Your brother continued to say pointing at the drawing. "Me and my dad found that thingy that goes in the centre."

Nevilles eyes widened, "The gnomon."

What the fuck was a gnomon?

"Listen to me. Now, there's some bad men who have taken our father to this place, and they're gonna kill him. So, we need your help to find this place, Neville." John B explained, but Neville was already shaking his head.

"No, no, no. The curse has already done enough."

"Look-"

"Bro, shut up." You quickly said, covering your brother’s mouth with your hands as you listened intently to the sound of motor engines revving from outside.

"Hey, Neville, how much traffic do you get on this river?" JJ asked, worry starting to seep into his voice.

"Nothing."

Oh, that can't be good then.

"Neville! Neville Persaud!" A voice suddenly shouted as if on cue before gunshots erupted and the glass kitchen windows shattered.

John B grabbed your hand and yanked you to the ground out of the line of fire, JJ and Neville doing the same as you dropped to your hands and knees as glass and debris rained down on you after each shot.

"Get the anchor!" Neville ordered above the gunfire.

JJ and John B rushed out to the back deck to cut the anchor away. You crawled around the kitchen bench and grabbed one of the knives from the draw because like hell you were just going to sit on the ground defenceless.

"Neville? Neville? I know you're in there."

The voice was a lot closer now and a second later, the sound of a door opening filled the air. Your stomach dropped, realising that one of the bad guys was now inside the houseboat.

You pressed your back up against the kitchen bench, the knife clutched tightly in both hands as you took in a few deep breaths trying to calm yourself.

"Come out, let's get this over with." The man continued to say.

You peaked your head around the corner of the kitchen bench, watching as the man slowly began walking towards the back deck in the direction of where John B and JJ had gone. Shit.

Not thinking twice, you sprung to your feet and charged at the man, but he heard you coming and managed to dodge out the way just as you swung the knife at him. His reflexes were quick, quicker than yours and you didn't have enough time to move before he raised his gun and squeezed the trigger.

People tend to say that in moments like this, it all happens in slow motion, but that was a lie. It happened fast. So fast in fact that you couldn't remember parts of it. One minute you were staring down the barrel of a gun and the next minute, you were laying on the ground with JJ and John B leaning over you with the most panicked and terrified look in their eyes.

"Keep pressure on the wound!" Neville's voice shouted in the background.

"Is... is she going to be okay?" JJ stuttered, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he stared down at you.

Your left arm was burning like it was on fire, and you looked down to find your brother pressing his bandana against your left shoulder, the material already a deep crimson red.

Shit, that wasn't good.

"The b-bad guys?" You asked, your voice rough, barely above a whisper.

"Gone. We lost them. It's okay. You're gonna be okay, you hear me? You're gonna be fine." John B insisted, his voice trembling slightly as he kept pressure on the wound.

You tried to sit up, jostling your injured arm causing pain to lash through your shoulder. You sucked in a sharp breath at the pain, white dots clouding your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut in effort to not pass out.

"Hey, hey, Y/N? Baby, you still with us? Y/N?" JJ's panicked voice questioned, his hands cupping your face as you blinked your eyes open.

"I need to get the bullet out and cauterise the wound to stop the bleeding." Neville said, kneeling down between the boys.

The man grabbed John B's hand and lifted it from your shoulder, removing the blood-soaked bandana and exposing the gunshot wound. He inspected it for a moment, his brows furrowing, not liking what he saw.

"This will hurt." Neville warned, not giving you a chance to say or do anything before he began to pour what looked to be a jar of homemade moonshine over the open wound.

You expected it to sting, but you didn't think it would be that bad.

"Son of a bitch." You hissed through gritted teeth. Yep, it was that bad.

"Jesus Christ, is that necessary? You're hurting her!" JJ all but shouted, glaring at Neville before looking back down at you worriedly.

"Yes. And this next part is going to hurt even more. I have to remove the bullet."

Neville pulled out a pair of pliers from his back pocket and your eyes widened at the sight. He wasn't going to use that to pull the bullet out, was he?

You eyed the old rusty looking pliers like it was a bomb about to explode. Neville poured the remaining moonshine over the tool, soaking and disinfecting it which made you feel a little better, but it didn't last.

"Whoa, wait, wait, wait!" John B said, grabbing the man’s arm before he could start. "Shouldn't a doctor do this? Or-or-"

"You see any doctors here, boy? You want your sister to live, or do you want her to die from blood loss?"

John B's eyes widened dramatically as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. The tears in his eyes were now silently falling down his cheeks as he stood up and began pacing the small space inside the houseboat.

"Jesus Christ." He sighed, his voice trembling as he looked down at you with terrified eyes.

"Do it." You said, putting all your effort into making your voice sound strong as you gave your brother what you hoped was a reassuring smile, but it was more of a grimace before you looked at Neville. "Just do it."

He nodded, "you, hold her down. And you, start heating up a knife over the gas stove. I need it ready to cauterise the wound once the bullet is out."

You tried to focus on anything but the pain as you watched your brother rush around the bench to the kitchen. The sound of the gas stove clicked on before the cutlery draw jiggled open.

"Bite onto this." Neville instructed, holding out his leather belt that you hadn't noticed he removed.

Gulping down your fear, you folded the belt over before clamming your teeth down around it. JJ was on his knees beside you, one hand over your chest and the other over your good shoulder, holding you steady.

"You said you've done this before, right? It's safe?" JJ asked, his teary blue eyes looking over at Neville.

"Yes. On a horse."

Oh, that was reassuring.

"On a horse?!" John B's voice shouted from somewhere out of your line of sight.

"I'm her best chance at not bleeding out. Do you want me to do this or not?"

"Fuck." JJ whispered, looking back down at you, his hands on you were trembling, tears falling as he nodded. "Do it. Save her. Please, just save her."

Neville didn't need any further encouragement as he leant down over you. You kept your eyes glued to JJ, afraid to look anywhere else as you braced yourself for the pain just as he went in with the pliers.

The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt before and you were unable to stop yourself from screaming around the belt between your teeth.

JJ was shouting, his lips were frantically moving, the tears in his eyes falling from his face faster, but you couldn't hear him above the blood rushing in your ears. The last thing you saw was JJ's panicked face before everything faded into darkness.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you were no longer laying on the hard wooden floor of the houseboat. You were in your bed back at the shack.

How did you get back to the shack? What happened with Neville? Was he going to help you guys get to South America? What if he wasn't, what were you going to do?

You tried to sit up, but quickly stopped when pain suddenly flared through your shoulder causing you to wince and lay back down, squeezing your eyes shut.

Right, you were shot. Damnit.

The sound of your bedroom door squeaking open had your eyes opening and you tilted your head to the side to find JJ walking in. He was holding a bag of frozen peas to his jaw where he had gotten hit earlier, but he froze when he saw you awake.

The bag slipped from his fingers, hitting the ground and splitting open. Frozen peas spilt out covering the floor by his feet, but he didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't care because he was rushing across the room and dropping down on his knees beside your bed.

"Holy shit, you're awake. How do you feel? Are you okay?"

You nodded, "what happened?"

"You passed out. Neville got the bullet out... but you, uh, you lost a lot of blood, he wasn't sure if you were going to make it. But we couldn't take you to the hospital because a gunshot would raise questions and then the Police would show up and..." He rapidly explained before trailing off and lifting a shaky hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face as tears rose in his eyes. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"I'm still here." You whispered, your voice weaker than you expected as you cleared your throat and repeated. "I'm still here. You didn't lose me, okay? I'm still here."

JJ nodded, rubbing his face with his hands to get rid of the tears, but fresh ones just reappeared, and he sighed heavily at himself as he stared at you.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" You asked in confusion.

"It's my fault you were in that situation to begin with. if I didn't take you and John B out there, none of this would have happened."

"JJ, that's not your fault. And this..." You said, glancing down at the bandaged wrapped around your shoulder. "Wasn't your fault either."

"It was." He whispered, silent tears falling down his face.

"Were you the asshole who shot me?"

He shook his head with a sniff.

"Then it's not your fault." You insisted, but you knew he didn't believe you. "Hey. Look at me. JJ, look at me."

He reluctantly lifted his head, his watery red eyes meeting yours as you smiled softly at him, reaching out with your good hand and brushing the tears off his cheek. He leant into your touch and closed his eyes.

"Please, for me, stop blaming yourself for things that you can't control."

JJ rested his hand over yours on his cheek and took in a deep shaky breath before he nodded ever so slightly. Opening his eyes, you were met with a sea of glistening blue, and you smiled softly at him.

"Whoa, that's a tripping hazard. The hell happened?" John B's voice suddenly question.

JJ turned around and you looked past him to find your brother cautiously stepping around the scattered peas over the floor like they were landmines. You laughed at his actions causing his head to snap up, the peas long forgotten when he noticed you were awake.

"Oh my God!"

He was by your side within a split second, his wide eyes looking you up and down like he couldn't quite believe that you were awake, let alone alive. The bandana around his neck had tried to be cleaned, but the white parts of the material were still stained a dull red, your blood not coming out.

"Hey, bro." You greeted, giving him a warm smile.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of us." He said, leaning over and hugging you causing you to wince when you tried to hug him back, straining your injured shoulder. "Sorry. Sorry. You okay?"

"I'm fine." You reassured as he let go, looking down at you with a worried expression that matched JJs nearly identically. "Seriously, I'm fine. I mean, I could use a couple Advil or something, but I'm fine."

JJ was quick to rush off in search of any pain killers that were in the shack while your brother sat down on the edge of your bed with a deep sigh.

"I'm fine, bro." You repeated, but he shook his head, and you had a sinking feeling that you knew what he was going to say. "If you're about to tell me that this was your fault, don't. I already went over this with JJ. This isn't on either of you. Okay? It's not."

John B looked like he was going to argue, but clearly thought better of it and simply nodded as he looked down at your shoulder, "first Sarah got shot and now you... I've had enough of watching the girls I love nearly bleed out in front of me. Don't ever get shot again."

"It's not on my to-do list."

His lips twitched up into a slight smile at your words before JJ came back into the room with a couple of pills and a glass of water. You began to sit up on your bed and John B was quick to lean forward to help.

"I can sit up by myself. I got shot in the shoulder, it's not that bad." You shrugged off, taking the pills and glass of water.

"Getting shot is bad, period. Don't matter where." JJ responded causing you to roll your eyes before a thought suddenly occurred to you.

"Wait, wait, what happened with Neville? Are we going to South America?"

"He told us to find a river guide named Jose and explained where we had to go, but we still have no way of getting to South America." John B sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, we should find the others and update them on everything. Do they even know that Big John has been kidnapped by Singh?" You asked, both boys shaking their heads. "Okay, then we find the others and maybe one of them will know a way down to South America."

"Whoa, hold on. There is no way we're letting you come. John B and I will get the others, you need to take it easy." JJ quickly said.

"I'm not useless and I'm not just going to lay in bed for the rest of the afternoon while-"

"Yes, you are." John B said, cutting you off. "Please, you nearly died, Y/N, you should rest. Plus, we'll be fine collecting the others ourselves. What's the worst that could happen while you're not there?"

You raised your eyebrows, "do you really want me to answer that? Because you two would crash and burn without me around."

They both rolled their eyes, but didn't try and argue, knowing you were right.

"We'll be back soon. If you need anything, you call us, okay?" JJ said, pointing at your phone that you hadn't noticed was sitting on your bedside table. "Anything at all, you call."

You reluctantly nodded, "okay. I will.”

John B waved goodbye while JJ turned and gave you his signature salute which you returned, and he smiled before closing the bedroom door behind himself.

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Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-2}

A/n: Congratulations! You made it to chapter 2! And don't worry guys, they'll definitely meet in this chapter✨

Soo here it iss~

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It was finally Eunbi's first day of college and well she was READY! After having breakfast she gave her dad a hug.

"Be safe, be careful and have fun." her father told her as she nodded, excited.

"Yes, dad! Anddd don't worry...I won't get into any fights or quarrels and I most definitely won't cause any trouble." she said as her father chuckled and patted her cheek.

"I know you won't, now go have fun." he said as she nodded and left.

"Byeee~" Eunbi exclaimed for everyone in the house to hear as she made her way to the car.

Eunbi's

"Have fun, Miss Eunbi, I'll be here to get you as soon as class ends." mr. Choi my driver said as I thanked him and got off.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed and stood in front of the gate, marvelling at the scale and grandeur of the institute.

"Neo Culture University...hm...not bad." I mumbled to myself as I entered the campus and searched for my class. I frowned to myself when I failed to find my class and looked around for help. I saw a rather cherrful looking boy walk towards my direction so I reached out to him.

"Heyy...I'm new here and I can't seem to find my class. Could you please help me?" I requested as he smiled and took the paper from my hand.

"Of course! Uhh....3-A...3A?! That's my class!" he exclaimed making me widen my eyes as we shook our hands.

"That's great! I'm Eunbi!" I introduced myself as he happily shook my hand.

"My name is Lee Donghyuck but people call me Haechan. You can call me Donghyuck or Hyuck or even Haechan...it's your wish." he said making me smile as I nod.

"Well okay Hyuck! Take me to class!" I say as he pulls me by my arm.

"You know, we have a lot of things in common. I'm amazingly handsome and you're amazingly pretty. I like leather, you seem to like leather...I mean...you do right? Like you're wearing a leather jacket." he says making me laugh as I nod.

"Yup, I love leather." I say as we high five.

"You know...your last name is awfully similar to my classmate." Hyuck said making me chuckle.

"Na Jaemin?" I say as he nods.

"How do you know him?" he asks.

"He's my elder brother of course." I say as he gasps.

"Finally! Someone who can defend me from his wrath." he says as I furrow my brows.

"Defend? Why?" I ask as he wipes away fake tears.

"He...he uses me as his punching bag." he says making me widen my eyes as I patted his back.

"Oh my Goshh...he does that?!? I am sooo sorry!" I apologize as he holds my hands.

"It's alright." he says as I help him up.

After we reach the classroom our homeroom teacher arrives to see me.

"Thank goodness you found your way here, Eunbi. I'm Professor Cho and I'll be your homeroom teacher." she introduces herself as I bow.

"It's nice to meet you, professor. I'm Na Eunbi." I say as she smiles.

"Now...we don't have any free seats so are you okay with sitting at the back?" she asks as Hyuck gasps.

"Professor...but that's Jeno's seat." Hyuck says as I furrow my brows.

I definitely heard that name before...but where?

"But we don't have a choice. But it's your wish Eunbi...but if you don't want to sit there I can exchange your seat with someone else." She says and I was going to reply when Haechan raised his hand between us.

"Because I'm a good student and a good friend...I shall sacrifice myself." Hyick says making me smile.

"Really?" Me and Professor Cho say in unison as he nods bravely.

"Well, then that's settled. Jeno and Haechan will sit together and Eunbi will sit with Renjun." she says when the door opens.

"I heard my name." a fair boy who was slightly smaller than Hyuck entered.

"Good morning, Renjun. Meet Eunbi, she'll be sitting with you for this semester if you're okay with it." Professor Cho told the boy as I smiled at him.

So he's Renjun

"I don't mind. I'm Huang Renjun." he said bringing his hand forward as I shook it.

"I'm Na Eunbi." I said and he furrowed his brows when Hyuck spoke up.

"She's Jaemin's younger sister." Hyuck saud as he chuckled.

"Explains the sharp eyes." he said making me laugh.

"Good to see the both of you are already making Eunbi feel at home. Way to go, extra points!" she says and walks away.

"Well, you're sitting here then Eunbi." Renjun says motioning to the seat on the last fourth, next to the window.

"Ohh sweet! By the way...who's Jeno?" I ask as Renjun furrows his brows.

"The Devil himself." Hyuck says as Renjun pushes him away.

"Considering you're Jaemin's sister I figured you'd know who he was. But that's okay." Renjun says making me think.

"I don't really know him...I guess its because I didn't study here. I've studied in France ever since middle school and I came back a month ago." I say as Hyuck nods.

"As expected from a family with a big wallet-ouch!" I chuckle when Renjun punches Hyuck's stomach.

"Sorry bout him, he doesn't know how to speak." Renjun says when the door is abruptly opened.

"Who's that?" I whispered and asked Renjun about the buff and strong looking person who just entered.

He looks like a thunder storm.

"Lee Jeno." He replied making my eyes widen.

Tell that to Lee Jeno!

"He's Lee Jeno?!?" I stood up and exclaimed making Hyuck and Renjun widen their eyes as Renjun pulled me back down to sit when Lee Jeno turned to look at me.

"What's your deal?" he said in a low whisper while approaching us as I stood up again.

"You're the one who beat up my brother!" I exclaimed as he raised his brows. Hyuck was quick to hold his arm.

"Yah, yah, yah....jenooo...she's new! She doesn't know anything! Let her off this time!" Hyuck pleaded and I gasped when Jeno pushed him away from his grasp making Hyuck hit the wall

"What the hell is your problem?!" I exclaimed as Renjun pulled me behind him.

"Yah, Jeno have some decency. She's a girl." Renjun warned when Jeno smirked and pushed him away as well.

"Renjun!" I exclaimed and threw a glare at him.

"The hell is your deal?!" I said when he grabbed onto my jacket and pulled me towards him.

Damn he's strong

"Na Eunbi..." He scoffed after reading my name out loud.

"Another Na? You must be kidding me." he said and that's when I decided to the one thing that came to my mind at that moment. Althought I shouldn't have done it I ended up listening to my impulsive thoughts and went for it.

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Off Limits

Spencer Reid x fem oc

Content warnings: talk of death, violence, daddy issues, alcohol consumption (legal age), guns…

Part One

College life has been great… is what I would say if just six months ago I didn’t get a call from my father saying my mom died because he didn’t catch some criminal. I’d known a little bit about the jackass who’d been hunting and tormenting my father only because Dad bothered to share minor details for my safety.

When I had refused to put my last year of undergrad on halt because the great Aaron Hotchner had pissed off an unsub so bad that he began hunting my family, I was granted a body guard instead. Granted isn’t exactly the word I would use though. I would say forced to have some big guy follow me around while my mom and little brother hid out in an undisclosed location. But Dad told me it was either that or I join my family and put graduating on pause.

For the two months I had Marcus following me around and not letting any cute guys near me - which I thought was ridiculous because clearly the gorgeous basketball player from the neighboring housing dorm, Andre Taylor was not George Foyet - I had the audacity to feel sorry for myself. But then that self pity turned to rage and despair when Dad called me crying and told me what happened to my poor mother.

Haley Hotchner was not just my mom; she was my friend, my confidant, my lifeline. My dad and I have always been close, but I could tell Mom things I could never have him knowing.

I moved back home for the rest of that month and well into the next. I did my college work online; luckily my professors were lenient with me given the situation I was in.

Come mid October, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go back to New York. My dorm room was waiting for me, and the house I grew up in was suffocating my entire being. Everything in there was sad, not just my father and Jack. Mom’s things that remained untouched would taunt me, making me miss her even more. The house reeked of depression and death.

Dad was upset when I told him I was going back to the university, but he understood. He knew he couldn’t lock his 21 year old daughter in a depressing household and use her as a baby sitter while he avoided his sadness by diving into work. He also knew that if he did, I would’ve grown to resent him even more than I already had.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my father. We had a great relationship while I was growing up. However, there had always been a hole in the house, a hole in my life. He was always gone for work, especially when he started at the BAU when I was ten. He started missing more and more important days in mine and my mother’s lives. My twelve birthday for example: Dad was supposed to pick up the big surprise present my parents had bought for me, but he answered the call from Agent Gideon and headed to Oregon instead.

My mother left some very “nice” words for him on his voicemail that day. I didn’t cry though, or even tell Mom I was sad. I just sat beside her and watched all my friends play while I secretly and silently hoped my father was planning some big surprise and a case was his cover up. But the real “surprise” was that my hopes were horribly crushed as I waited hour by hour at the door for him to show up.

“C’mon, baby,” my mother brushed my hair out of my face with gentle strokes. “It’s passed your bedtime.”

I had fallen asleep in my hopeless wait. I nodded to my mom and stood up, half consciously letting her guide me to my bedroom upstairs.

I began to grow some sort of spite for my dad that day. Of course he was still my father, and I loved him, but I never quite saw him the same. Sometimes I would feel as though me, his baby girl, was less important than work.

I thought that this would end when my baby brother Jack was born. Dad was home for a while, and the four of us were a happy, functioning family. I was a senior in high school, so my father was running out of chances to be with me, my mother made sure he knew that. I thought I would get to have my dad back.

But soon enough, he went back to work and was only there 2-3 days a week most of the time. I think Mom grew to have spite for him as well. Actually, I know she did because she called me one day after class and told me she was divorcing my father. I felt sick to my stomach. Our family was falling apart, and I was at university 230 miles away. And my poor baby brother was only 2.

Anyway, after going back to school things started to get a little better. My aunt became Jack’s practically live in nanny, and Dad seemed to be doing much better after a few months.

Now, it’s March, six months after my mother’s gut-wrenching death, and I think our family’s going to make it. We’re the Hotchners after all, and we’re nothing if not stubborn, so I think we’ll survive this just out of spite of George Foyet and everything he stands for.

Sometimes, when I drink a little too much (or not enough), I can imagine the horror of the moment Foyet almost took my father from me too. He told me a little about both times he was attacked, and every time I think too much about it, my stomach hurts, and I feel sick.

I’ve been asked before what if I think my dad killing Foyet was too harsh, but I don’t. I don’t find it harsh enough for what that evil thing deserved. It’s obvious that he would’ve gotten to Jack then maybe even me - I’ve seen his female victims, I’m just his type - if Dad hadn’t finished him off.

“Jade,” my best friend since middle school waves her hand in front of me. “Jade, you’re doing that thing again where you drift off into space.”

I shake my head a bit then look at her. “Hm? Oh sorry, I was doing that again.”

“Where’d you go this time?” She asks, a look of concern on her face.

“It’s not important,” I shrug her question off. “Let’s do body shots!”

I grab her hand and drag her to the living room of some guy we’ve never even met. The too-loud music guides my hip swaying as I lead CeCe to the crowd of people cheering and laughing. Two hot guys lay on the table as some chick older than me places a shot class full of clear liquid, Tequila, on top of his belly button.

“Who’s next?” She asks with a drunken smile.

“Me,” I say and step forward as annoyed sorority girls whine about me ‘cutting in front of them’, which is an elementary term for it, but the only one I can see fit.

The girl grins and looks me up and down. “Brave of you to go against these cult chicks,” she tells me. I make the safe assumption that she’s not a fan of sororities.

I shrug and move my hair out of my face as I lick the salt from the guy’s abs, take the shot of tequila, then take the lime from the girls teeth, all in one pretty smooth motion I think. I suck the juice off the lime and make a scrunched up face before opening my eyes again. I see CeCe laughing at me and shaking her head.

“You are something, Jade,” she chuckles as I walk back over to her with a little skip in my step.

“I’m a fun- haverer,” I say then laugh at my stupid made up word. “Why aren’t you having fun? You’re being so lame.”

“I am having fun. I’m just worried about you.”

“Don’t be! I’m just making this spring break amazing,” I say, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

“But I j-“

“Nope. Do not pull the dead mom card. Only I can pull the dead mom card because It’s my mom who’s dead,” I say. I know she’s worried about me because I’m back in DC for the first time since my mom’s funeral, but I don’t need her worries.

CeCe sighs but nods. “Okay. I won’t pull that card.”

“Thank you. Now I need some fucking beer,” I say, heading to the kitchen.

“Don’t you think you’ve had too much to drink?” my best friend asks.

“You sound like my dad.”

“Actually, I have not warned off every guy here, thank you very much,” CeCe laughs softly.

I join in on the chuckle, rolling my eyes. “As funny as that is, it’s not inaccurate.”

Protectiveness is not a word used lightly when used to describe my father. I know he’s showing his love in his own way, but it’s overbearing at times. I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 16, and even then he let every possible suitor know that he was fully trained and armed.

Basically, no guy wanted to go out with me because they were scared my dad may ring them by their necks. And I suppose my father can be kind of intimidating when he wants to be, but I don’t quite see it. Sure, he’s serious a lot, especially now that my mother is gone, but I’ve seen his soft, goofy, smily side. I guess the bitch boys I tried to date hadn’t, so they were on the verge of pissing their pants when thinking about what FBI agent, Aaron Hotchner would do to them if they even just kissed my cheek.

Even when I moved off to college, the guys still were scared to do anything with me because they knew who my dad is.

“No way, dude. She’s an FBI agent’s daughter, your balls would be shot off and stuffed into your mouth if you tried to tap that.”

That is a literal quote from a frat boy I heard talking to his friend in the common area. It was quite the visual and quite the obnoxious thing to hear.

I take a swig from a bottle I dug from the cooler. As the liquid hits my taste buds, my stomach does an unsettling flop. “You know what? You’re right, I’ve had too much to drink,” I tell CeCe and hand her the beer.

“Let’s just dance instead?” She suggests.

“I like your thinking!”

The two of us head over to a group of people and dance with each other and the cute guys we’re around.

A guy with straight blonde hair makes eye contact with me, and I smile bashfully. He makes his way over to me and asks if I would dance with him.

“Well, I’m already dancing, so why not?” I shout teasingly over the music.

He chuckles and moves to the beat along with me. Feeling a little flirty, I wrap my arms around his neck.

“You’re a pretty little thing,” he says to me.

“Thanks.” I say, but it’s more like a question because he called me a thing when I am, if it wasn’t obvious, a human being.

“So what brings you to this party?”

“Oh you know, just wanting to have some spring break fun. I just got back in town fro-” My sentence is cut off my lips crashing onto mine. His mouth is hot and taste like alcohol, but then again that could also be my mouth. His hands roam too far down my back, and I free myself from his grasp.

My hand connects with his cheek with a satisfying sound. “You can’t just-”

I’m cut off once again by the man who’s now holding his redden face, my hand print on it. “You bitch!”

“Maybe that’ll teach you something, jackass,” I huff and make my way out of the house.

I can hear guys “oh”-ing dramatically, half laughs in their voices.

The music is getting way too loud; I can barely hear my heart pounding in my chest even though it feels so harsh and loud.

My name is being called from behind me, but I don’t turn around. Instead, I sit on the porch of the house and take a deep breath.

CeCe finally pushes her way past the crowd of people and catches up to me. “Jade,” she says. She sits down next to me but doesn’t say anything else for a moment.

“That was pretty badass of you to stick up for yourself like that,” she finally says, a small grin on her face.

“I don’t have a law enforcement dad for nothing,” I chuckle softly. “Plus he had it coming.”

“He for sure did. Someone definitely needed to smack that cocky grin right off his face.”

I grin faintly and run a hand through my now extremely loosely curled hair.

The two of us sit on the porch for a while until I feel sober enough to go home. CeCe, who was kind enough to be DD tonight, drives me back to my dad’s.

He moved into a two story apartment when Mom filed for a divorce. We stayed in the house for a while after her death, but eventually Dad moved him and Jack into his apartment. I think that was the best for all of us, so we weren’t surrounded by the memories of what happened between those very walls.

“You sure you’re good to walk up there on your own?” CeCe asks me.

“Yes. I’m mostly sober now,” I say, grabbing the empty bottle of water she made me drink on the car ride here. I’m not lying to her, the affects of the alcohol have lessened tremendously since it’s been a while since I had my last drink.

“Be safe! I’ll see you later,” she says.

“You too.” I walk up to the apartment complex’s front door, use the extra key my dad gave me, and make my way to the lobby’s elevator. I wave to CeCe who’s waiting on me to get safely to the elevator as I step into it. She waved back and begins pulling out of the parking lot.

I press the button “7” and feel the elevator take me up to the seventh floor. I find my dad’s apartment number, unlock the door, and walk in.

Luckily, no one is here to scold me for being home so late because Dad is at a five-day-long conference with Agent Rossi, and Jack is staying with Aunt Jessica.

I put my keys on the ring my dad has beside the door and kick off my docs. I notice the kitchen and living room lights are on, which is strange. No lights are on upstairs.

I look around, making sure nothing is out of place. Which is kind of hard since I haven’t been in this apartment in months. I freeze in my place by the couch as I hear something in the kitchen. Shit. Of course something like this would happen when I’m the only one home.

I sneak on my tippy toes, careful not to make a sound as I go to the safe my father has hidden behind a family picture. I pinch in the key, my birthday, and grab the gun Dad bought for me when I was 18. I’ve never used it, and never planned to use it, but tonight it seems like it could come in handy. I load it quickly and proceed toward the sound of footsteps and clinging in the kitchen.

Gun pointed, I sneak into the kitchen to see the back side of a man at the counter.

“Hands up!” I yell as if I’m a cop.

The man whips around immediately, obviously startled. I’ve caught him off guard. Good.

“Hands up! This thing is loaded, and I will shoot if you try anything.”

“Woah, woah, woah! Put that down,” he says, hands up and eyes wide.

“What? No. You can’t just break in without consequences!” I say, keeping my sim at his leg.

“Break in? Wh-”

Suddenly, I know where I recognize that raspy, almost high pitched voice from. I recognize the face too even though it’s changed since I’ve last laid eyes on it. “Dr. Reid?” I ask, baffled.

I see the recognition click in his eyes as well. “Wait, Jade?”

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