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toxophilitis · 7 months

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Mom's Naughty Daughter cont

CHAPTER THREE

When Lynn woke up late the next morning, she stretched, feeling very good. The lingering taste of her son's come juice was still in her mouth and there was a pleasant tingle between her thighs. She had come a lot the night before. As she bathed, she couldn't believe she had actually sucked off Bobby. She couldn't have done it if he had known who she was, she was sure. But with him believing she was Carolyn, she had felt more at ease. She could watch for him from now on. Maybe she would get his cock in her cunt next time. Putting on her robe, she walked downstairs and started for the kitchen. But the voices of her son and daughter brought her up short.

"Are you sure you didn't come into the bathroom with me last night, Carolyn?" Bobby asked.

"I didn't," Carolyn replied. "Then who was it?"

"You probably had a dream!" Carolyn said.

"If it was a dream, it sure was real," Bobby said. "I've never been sucked so hard in my life."

"Have you ever keen sucked off?" Carolyn teased.

"Well, not until last night."

Lynn heard her daughter laugh.

"I doubt that, Bobby! Mother isn't a cock-sucker, I don't think. If I had, been her you'd have gotten fucked, not sucked."

"Not Mom!" Bobby said.

"You don't think Mother fucks?" Carolyn replied. "You see how she dresses, those tight jeans and all. I bet she's fucking half the men on this ranch."

"Just because that's what you'd like to do doesn't mean that's what Mom's doing, Carolyn."

"I don't want to fuck half the guys here," Carolyn giggled. "I just wanna fuck Jake. That guy really turns me on."

Lynn gasped. So she wasn't the only one who wanted to fuck the foreman. She wondered if Carolyn had made any passes at Jake. She didn't feel any anger or jealousy toward her daughter. In fact, Lynn was pleased that the girl had such good taste in men.

She coughed delicately as she entered the kitchen. She stood near the sink and poured herself a cup of coffee. She felt their eyes on her, but they turned away as she sat down at the table with them. Glancing at her son, Lynn felt her lips tingle as if his cock was still between them.

"You two are sure quiet this morning!" she said. "By this time you're usually squabbling. You're not getting sick are you?"

In her mind she saw Carolyn's pretty, naked ass bouncing up and down on her brother's cock, her sugary cunt stretching around it.

"Anyone interested in a picnic today?" she asked. "It's a beautiful day for it."

"I don't have anything else to do." Bobby said.

Lynn noticed him glancing at her mouth and she ran the tip of her tongue across lips. Bobby jerked his eyes away, a faint blush on his face.

Carolyn was looking at her mother strangely and Lynn knew what was going on behind her daughter's lovely eyes. She resisted a wink, drinking her coffee. Lynn glanced down and saw that her robe had parted and her tits were almost exposed. Lynn glanced back at her daughter and their eyes locked for a moment. Then, slowly, Lynn covered her tits, still looking into her daughter's eyes. There was a growing tension between them as they prepared for the picnic. Lynn was aware of her son and daughter glancing at her speculatively.

"Why wear a dress on a picnic, Mother?" Carolyn asked.

"Because I seldom wear one," Lynn said.

"I think you're pretty, Mom!" Bobby said. "You should wear a dress more often."

"I might do that," Lynn said, smiling at her son.

There was a grassy place on the other side of an orange grove that they used as picnic grounds. The ancient trees shaded the place nicely. Spreading out the blanket, Carolyn and Bobby unloaded the food. Lynn sat on the grass leaning against the trunk of a tree, watching them.

Lynn drew one knee up, resting her chin on it. She closed her eyes, remembering the taste of her son's cock. His come juice had been especially sweet running so hotly down her throat.

With the pick-up unloaded, Bobby and Carolyn sat on the blanket. Lynn didn't know they were gazing at her exposed thigh, seeing the crotch of her panties. As she thought about sucking her son's cock, remembering her excitement at seeing Jake piss, Lynn became aroused again. She wasn't even aware that she was slowly caressing the back of her thigh.

Bobby's cock thrust against his pants and Carolyn placed her hand on it, rubbing. Carolyn saw the gleam in her brother's eyes and she leaned to his ear.

"You want to fuck her, Bobby?" she whispered. "Wouldn't you like to stick your cock in Mother's cunt? I bet you'd love to feel her hairy cunt on your prick, wouldn't you? You know it was Mother who sucked you off last night. Yes, it was Mother who gave you that blow-job."

"Quiet it, Carolyn," he hissed at her.

Carolyn was wearing a sun-suit made out of a stretchy material and she slipped a finger into the crotch, pulling it to one side.

"Look at this," she whispered lewdly into his ear. "This is a hot cunt too, Bobby. Would you like to fuck this cunt again?"

Lynn heard their whispering and peeked at them through slitted eyes. She saw her daughter pulling the crotch of her sun-suit wide, showing the hairiness of her young cunt. She saw, too, her son's cock harder with Carolyn caressing it. Lynn's foot moved, the light sound startling Carolyn. The girl quickly pulled the crotch of her sun-suit back and jerked her hand off her brother's cock.

"Let's eat," Carolyn said nervously. She knew her mother had seen what she was doing.

Suddenly Bobby grabbed his sister and shoved her over, climbing up on top of her and trying to pin her arms.

"Stop it, Bobby!" Carolyn squealed.

But he refused to stop. Carolyn began wrestling with him, squealing with pleasure. They rolled and thrashed about, twisting into Lynn. She started to get up but Carolyn grabbed her, pulling her into the wrestling match. Lynn began to laugh with them, both her son and daughter turning on her. They tickled her, making her shriek with laughter and kick her legs wildly. Her skirt hiked about her waist, her long legs and pantied hips exposed. Lynn gasped when her daughter poked at her cunt playfully.

Bobby left the fray, sitting back and watching, his eyes hot. He saw his sister make a playful grab for their mother's crotch and as Lynn scrambled to get away, her dress went almost to her tits. He saw the dark curls of her cunt hair swirling beneath her panties. His cock was throbbing.

"I thought I heard someone here," a man said.

Carolyn jumped to her knees. Lynn gasped, trying to shove her skirt down as Jake came out of the brush grinning. Lynn looked at the man, her face feeling very warm. She knew he had seen them wrestling, seen her flimsy panties.

He squatted on the edge of the blanket. Lynn's eyes dropped between his knees to the lump of his cock and she swallowed nervously.

"I'm always running people off," he said easily. "If they'd clean up after their picnics it wouldn't be bad, but I've always got to pick up their trash."

Carolyn saw the way her mother was looking. The girl stood up and motioned to her brother and they slipped away quietly. But the teenagers didn't go far. They concealed themselves in thick bushes near-by, turning to watch.

"I knew you were there last night, Miss Lynn," Jake said bluntly.

Lynn felt a shudder go through her and she stared at Jake.

"I guess you got a little excited," Jake went on. "I saw you sitting outside, Miss Lynn. And I heard you breathing and watched you go back into your house."

Lynn felt mesmerized by him. When he pulled her into his arms, she didn't resist. His mouth came down onto hers in a burning kiss.

In the bushes, Bobby stifled a giggle. Carolyn poked him, shushing him.

"I wanna see it," Bobby giggled. "I bet Mom is gonna get fucked!"

"I hope so," Carolyn murmured, opening her brother's pants and taking his cock out.

They watched their mother and Jake as Carolyn jacked on Bobby's cock. Kissing Lynn, Jake ran his hand up her thighs, shoving her dress up. Lynn moaned into his mouth as his fingers stroked the wet crotch of her panties.

"Ohhh, please, Jake," Lynn whimpered, trying to push his hand away. "Don't. Please don't. You don't know what you're doing to me."

"You want it, Lynn," Jake said. "You want to get fucked so badly. I know you watched me take a piss last night and I saw you wrestling with Carolyn and Bobby just now."

"I don't!" Lynn groaned then made a grab for his cock. "Oh, Jake, Jake!"

Carolyn and Bobby giggled softly as they saw Jake pull their mother to her feet, pressing her against his body. He lifted the back of her dress and cupped her pantied ass, squeezing the cheeks. They saw their mother rubbing against him, clinging to his neck.

"Let's get your panties off, Lynn."

Jake went to his knees and Lynn held her dress at her waist. Jake peeled her panties off and Lynn willingly stepped out of them. Bobby groaned as he saw his mothers bushy cunt.

"That's a nice pussy. Huh, Bobby?" Carolyn whispered.

"Yeah!" he grunted.

His sister pumped on his cock faster and Bobby grabbed the seat of her sun-suit. Carolyn wiggled her ass.

"What are you gonna do, Bobby?"

"Fuck you, Carolyn!" he hissed, slipping behind his sister's ass.

Carolyn mewled and braced her hands on her knees. Her eyes blazed at her mother and Jake as Bobby slipped his cock into her cunt.

"Oooo, fuck me, Bobby! Look at Mother! She's naked!"

But Lynn wasn't really naked. She had her dress flipped up at her waist and Jake was caressing her naked ass. With a grunt of pleasure, he shoved his face into Lynn's crotch, licking at her steaming cunt. Lynn yelped and grabbed the back of his head, grinding her hairy cunt into his mouth.

"Lick me, Jake!" she wailed. "Ohhh, lick my pussy! Suck it... shove your tongue up my cunt!"

Carolyn giggled, wiggling her ass while Bobby began to pound into her cunt. "Ohhh, fuck me, Bobby!"

Watching Jake sucking her mother's cunt increased Carolyn's desire. Jake's face was almost buried in her mother's hairy cunt and Lynn was trying to straddle his face. Jake held her naked ass in both hands and Lynn wiggled her hips about as his tongue plunged into the wet heat of her pussy.

Jake's cock was about to burst out of his jeans and Carolyn stared at the bulge with glazed eyes. Her little ass whipped in circles as her brother thrust his hard cock into her cunt.

"Jake, you'll make me come!" Lynn shrieked. "Your tongue... oh, God, your tongue is so long!" A shudder went through her. Lynn's ass tightened and a loud scream boiled from her mouth.

"I'm coming, Jake! Oooo, suck hard... fuck hard! Eat my cunt! Ohhh, so good!"

Carolyn groaned, feeling her brother's cock sliding in and out of her gripping cunt. She shook her naked ass about arching it into his cock.

"I'm gonna come, Carolyn!" Bobby choked, watching his mother's naked ass as Jake sucked at her cunt furiously. "I gotta come!"

His sister groaned as she came suddenly. Her young cunt clawed at his cock, the slippery lips of her pussy sucking him. Bobby rammed hard into Carolyn's pussy and his cock squirted deep into it.

Carolyn stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, holding back the scream of pleasure. Her vision blurred as she came and when she could see again, she saw her mother frantically opening Jake's pants. He had sprawled out on the blanket on his back.

"I want it!" she heard her mother groan. "Oh, Jake, I want this cock! I want to fuck your cock!"

She hauled his prick from his pants then reached in and pulled out his balls with a screech of delight! Lynn shoved her face down, her lips stretching wide as she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth. Carolyn and Bobby, his cock still inside her squeezing cunt, watched wide-eyed as their mother slipped her lips up and down Jake's cock. Lynn's dress was still at her waist and her rounded, naked ass swayed.

"You see?" Carolyn whispered. "It was Mother who sucked you off last night, Bobby!"

"I guess so," he said, awed.

Lynn sucked off Jake's cock, scrambling over on top of him, her ass gleaming in the sunlight. She squatted over Jake's throbbing cock and with a wild hiss of ecstasy she slammed her crotch down. His cock penetrated her cunt quickly and Lynn took it deeply. The lips of her hairy cunt smashed at the base of his cock and then she began to bounce, squealing and gurgling with ecstasy. Carolyn and Bobby, their eyes enormous, watched their mothers ass fucking up and down. Lynn squatted, fucking furiously on Jake's cock, pounding up and down in a frenzy, groaning and gurgling. The moist slaps of her cunt against the base of his long cock sounded loud in the otherwise quiet outdoors.

"She's a hot one," Carolyn whispered.

"I didn't know Mom was so sexy, Carolyn," Bobby gasped, his eyes fixed upon Lynn's naked bouncing ass. "She looks as if she's enjoying it."

"She is!" his sister moaned. "I just gotta try that cock myself!"

Not realizing she was being watched by her son and daughter, Lynn pounded Jake's cock furiously, arching her back, throwing her head up, squealing with ecstasy. Jake, below her, clutched at her tits, squeezing and massaging them. He watched her hairy cunt slamming down on his cock, then lifting up.

"Oooo! Jake, Jake!" Lynn wailed. "So big, so fucking big! My cunt is on fire, Jake! My cunt is melting, burning... oh, God, it's good!"

Lynn slammed down onto his cock, grinding her crotch, feeling the thick cock stretching her cunt. Her clitoris was smashed against the throbbing prick base. Her head twisted as she shrieked in ecstasy, her hair fanning wildly. Jake slipped his hands to her ass, cupping the cheeks.

"Lift up, Miss Lynn!" he growled. "Lynn, lift UP!" he groaned.

She raised her ass. Gripping the creamy checks. Jake held her up, thrusting his cock up and down, driving his prick in deep plunge after plunge. Lynn leaned over him, her hands on the blanket at his shoulders.

Carolyn and Bobby, still in the bushes, watched Jake's cock driving in and out of their mother's cunt, each upward bang making the cheeks of her ass ripple. They watched Jake squeezing her ass, the base of his cock glistening with the wetness of their mother's cunt.

"I'm doing it, Jake!" Lynn screamed. "I'm coming! Jake! Ohhh, God... so fucking good! My cunt... burning... I'm coming!"

As Lynn's cunt gripped his cock in waves of orgasm. Jake lifted her ass, banging his cock into her pussy fast, almost brutally. Lynn wailed louder. Through the tight spasms of her orgasm, she felt his cock throbbing powerfully and then he came. The thick come juice sprayed the satiny walls of her convulsing cunt, triggering a tighter orgasm inside her. She lifted her head, screaming like a banshee, her body rigid. Then, with a sob, Lynn fell, exhausted, on top of Jake.

Carolyn and Bobby remained hidden, watching Jake stroke Lynn's back gently, caressing her shivering ass. His cock slipped from her cunt, glistening wetly in the bright sunlight.

"I wish he'd hurry up and go," Bobby said.

"I hope he never goes," Carolyn said, her eyes bright as she stared at Jake's cock. "Not until I get some of his cock, too."

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Might be a weird ask, but after that convo about the JSAer's ages, what about their partners and kids (especially the kids)? Because of the sliding time scale, characters like Jennifer-Lynn, Todd, Rick, Jesse and Jack Knight are presumed to have been born sometime in the late 80s or 90s (as of 2023)? So that leaves a situation in which most JSAers kind of avoided having kids until they were in their 60-70s? That or maybe DC will one day say that these kids also are time-displaced.

see my best friend katie (@slaapkat) and i have spent ages trying to figure this one out, and i know the folks over on the cbr forums (which is basically the last bastion of old time fandom, not that that's necessarily a good thing) have been recently discussing this exact thing post-lost children finale... and, well, there's no easy answer!

there's cases like rex tyler, where even by wendi's first appearance in showcase 1956 #56 it's pretty obvious she's significantly younger than rex (she's introduced as a 'girl' and rex already has grey temples by that cover date of '65) and that's made even more clear in hourman 1999 #24 when their age difference actually leads to some arguments about rex not getting the hip music wendi listens to but. that's just one case of many and it's one that'd have to be updated with the timeline, too.

i think the solution is either time displacement or what i'm personally leaning towards is having the jsa's time in ragnarok come sooner and last longer, have them come back at a decent age (having effectively been frozen during their time there) and then settle down and have families. with that particular avenue, i think we'd reach around the same ages roy thomas had in mind during infinity inc. i've gotta say this is one of the main reasons i love judy garrick's introduction so much, having her born in 1949 is absolutely a stroke of genius and jay & joan having the first of the jsa kids is perfect considering they're the only ones of the 'default' couples to have ever discussed marriage & kids in their actual golden age comics (as per flash comics 1940 #35 and #45)!

that being said, even keeping canon as it is, i don't think it's actually as big of a concern as it seems at first glance! out of the original team mcnider, kent, al, wes, corrigan, johnny t and terry never had kids -- with the caveat that grant emerson isn't really al's son and the closest thing wes has to a kid, sandy, is kept ageless in sand monster form for as long as necessary. similarly, johnny t's peachy pet can keep her original timeline as she doesn't inherit any legacy, and the hawks can have hector at any point because it's his return from the dead as fate that needs to be in line with the current timeline instead of his actual birth. as stated above, rick also requires no real update because rex could've simply met wendi much later and dating a twenty-something year old actress as a status symbol doesn't make him more of a creep than he already was if it happened in the 60s or in the 90s.

and here's where it gets problematic. david & jack knight... well, let's say ted's in the same boat as rex, he's not a family man type to begin with. jennie & todd? i can see alan holding onto his confirmed bachelor status for as long as he's able until societal pressure wears him down, and mr gbc ceo getting with young secretary alyx rose thorn makes him a believable straight cliche that would raise no suspicions (and it would also account for the blind anger of the 90s sentinel era, he hates what he's had to do... plus, you know, other real world events of the 90s that might influence for the worse the way alan feels about being gay)*. the one that's really giving me trouble is jesse quick but i suppose we can either move up johnny and libby's wedding and allow johnny the normal course of his original canon (he was still a bachelor living with tubby watts by adventure comics #174 in '52) or jesse's older than she looks and the speed force lets her age real slow.

as for their partners, in the case of those who aren't simply with significantly younger women, it's canon that they were all bathed in that weird ian karkull shadowland radiation that makes the jsaers themselves eternally sorta young as per all-star squadron annual #3.

WHEW THIS GOT LONG, I'M SORRY!! what do you think?

*as a side-note to the alan situation -- considering his marriage with alyx rose thorn lasted precisely a day and a night, molly's timeline doesn't need to be moved up for longer than a couple years when alan eventually gives in to that too and we can have their divorce somewhere around 2011 as a fun reference to the life-changing events of new 52.

#asks #anon #jsa #justice society of america #'this makes most of them complete creeps' no worries. they already were

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multimetaverse · 2 years

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HSMTMTS 3x08 Review

Let it Go was a decent ending for S3 and charts a course for the rest of the series. Let’s dig in!

Well congrats Rina stans. I don’t ship them but the rest of the series is now intertwined with Rina so I hope they are well written. Given Tim’s track record with main couples the fact that Rina got together in 3x08 means they’ll have a breakup in S4. It’s noteworthy that all of Gina’s callbacks are from like two eps in S1; it’s time for a proper story line for them, no more love triangles or emotional cheating. I’ve always held that Tim shouldn’t do both Rina and Portwell but now that the damage is done it’s time to stick with Rina and move the show forward

As I said back when the Portwell off screen first kiss happened, it was done that way to deliberately undercut Portwell and not take away from Rina hence the show treating this much more like Gina’s first kiss

Well they allowed EJ a flash of realistic anger towards Ricky but then he calls him his brother which is just not how people, let alone teenagers, would act. Certainly Ricky has been a malign influence on EJ’s life the past year in universe. I hope no one reading this ever has a brother like Ricky!

Cash Caswell wins the coveted Lynne Bowen prize for worst parent of the season. At least Val was there to comfort EJ, god knows where Ashlyn’s been this season

Dara killed it as Elsa. Kourtney has come such a long way from Nini’s sassy black friend and I’m glad she’s getting the chance to shine. Her anxiety story line has been fairly well handled for a Disney show

Big Red being interviewed for some reason and coming out as bi felt like a fever dream. This season has certainly been a huge step forward for lgbtq rep on Disney. And to be honest it’s a wise move, Big Red was never believable as someone who was exclusively interested in the charms of women. This should set up some interesting story lines for Big Red and Ashlyn in S4

End of an era as Nini departs. It was poignant farewell to Olivia Rodrigo who was such a big reason why the show took off as it did. Her giving the lotto ticket to Ricky was a sweet touch and her farewell to Miss Jenn hit hard

It’s darkly funny that the casting directors did too good of a job of casting Ricky and Nini as they were the couple the series was built around and their chemistry turned out to be so good that Olivia and Joshua dated in real life which led to an extremely messy and bitter breakup which was the inspiration for the songs which launched Olivia into pop superstardom and irrevocably changed the course of the show

Looking Ahead:

One of the biggest flaws of this show is how little continuity there from season to season. Years from now when the series is long over I can’t imagine many people re-watching and making it all the way through since so much of what has happened in these first three seasons, in particular the first two seasons, has been rendered completely meaningless.

S2 in particular seems like a total fuck up and I think a lot of people in the future who might check out the series without knowing anything about it will tap out after S2.

It’s clear that Tim is trying to set up a Glee like route where younger kids like Emmy get introduced and we follow them through High School even as the original wildcats begin to depart. But that should have begun in S2 which is when characters like Jet and Maddox should have been introduce but instead all the new S2 characters were purged. On one level its simply a question of time, the first two seasons comprise 22 eps and the remaining two seasons the mains are contracted for will only amount to 16-18 eps depending on whether S4 is 8 or 10 eps. The first two seasons will likely be the bulk of the entire series yet they bear almost no resemblance to what the series has and will become

S3 marks the final end of the core 4 inasmuch as it even existed past S1. EJ seems to be recurring in S4 with Tim making it clear that he won’t be involved at East High though I suspect he’s involved in the HSM 4 production at some point. Sounds like Jet and Maddox don’t show up immediately at East High since Tim says they need to clear things up in California. Emmy seems likely to enroll as a freshman at East High as Tim hinted. He’s also made clear that he views Ricky, Gina, Kourtney, Ashlyn, and Carlos as the core characters so we should expect the rest of the series to have a heavy focus on them

They seem to have 8-10 eps for S4. If it’s 8 it’s going to be extremely difficult to balance all the new and old characters. Kylie Catrall joins and Big Red, Seb, and Miss Jenn are back as mains. Are Mike Bowen and Mazarra back? And whoever from the OG cast returns though without Zac and Vanessa it will be a flop imo

I’m not looking forward to the kids getting famous. This show was such a hit because it was always grounded. I also worry that they’re going to go way too meta in S4. At least Tim has promised that they’ll return to the acoustic songs that made S1 so fun

S4 is when the cast contracts end. Tim clearly wants to do more but how many seasons would Disney be willing to greenlight, just one more to bring the series to Ricky’s graduation? There’s a very good chance that Disney just calls it quits after S4. Did Tim fuck up the logical series ending point of Ricky, Big Red, and Kourtney graduating by having a summer season? He very well could have. Ending the series in December of Ricky’s senior year would be very lame but that’s what we might be facing. Certainly it’s bizarre to do HSM S3 as the winter musical when it’s so focused on graduation and it will extremely hard to top having an og cast reunion while the kids get famous from the frozen documentary

We’ll probably have to wait for spring 2023 for S4 to premiere. In the meantime there are quite a few good shows to watch. There’s Di4ries on Netflix, a very charming Italian show. Young Royals S2 comes out in the fall, the first of the Owl House ‘S3′ specials comes out in October with the remaining two airing sometime in 2023. The Mighty Ducks: Game Changers S2 comes out later this month and hopefully Doogie Kamealoha MD S2 comes out sometime this year. There’s also Chucky S2 coming out in October which I know will make Jevon stans very happy. Secrets of Sulphur Springs S3 likely comes out early in 2023 as well

For any American readers, I urge you to vote in November. The democrats at least have a good chance to hold the Senate and it’s vital that they control as much of the Federal government as possible for as long as possible if America is to stand any chance of warding off fascism or civil war

Stay safe out there Wildcats and I’ll see you next season

#HSMTMTS #Rina #Portwell #Gina Porter #Ricky Bowen #EJ Caswell #Ashlyn Caswell #Big Red #Carlos Rodriguez #Olivia Rodrigo #HSMTMTS Reviews

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The Disasters

As much as I can relate with this movie and series of KAMI, there's one character that somehow I find was a bit close with me. It's Lynn. Lynn was a poor girl who once lives in a rural kampung but then lives in Kuala Lumpur to build a better life with her mother. Lynn was portrayed as a shy-but-rebel kinda girl. She loves writing and contemplate with her interest, music, she loves to write reviews about new bands, albums or songs from underground community. She wrote a zine called KAMI and called herself as Teka-Teki. Why? Maybe because she didn't wants to expose her identity as she knows that a lot of people will hate her for her honest review.

Lynn's past wasn't that past. She became a drug dealer to earn money in order to print her zine and sell it to people. But her mother finds out about her job, she stopped but left Boy with some of her unpaid debts. Later on, Lynn and her mother moved to Kuala Lumpur and build a food stall. She went to same school as Sofie and Adii and eventually they become friends.

Without Lynn's realization, Ali actually been sending her some letters and they became penpal without knowing each other. Ali didn't know Teka-Teki were Lynn, but Lynn knew Ali. It seems like Lynn had crush on Ali from the early but since in the middle of everything, Ali was having a relationship with Sofie, she was keeping a distance.

She's just like me but the only difference between use is I don't sell drugs. Haha! Just kidding. She's loves music and passionate about it. Same as me. She wanted to become a journalist. Same as me. She likes Ali. Same as me. Hihihi. The truth is I'll always become Lynn whenever I like someone. While someone I like, tend to love people who are way softer and delicate. Talking with soothing feminine voices. Walking as light as feather. Having a better vision of future, like becoming a lawyer, a teacher or a businesswoman.

Just like Ali, someone I like would never look at me the way Ali looks at Sofie. The way Ali talks to Sofie. The way he treats Sofie. It won't be the same as the way Ali looks Lynn. Nothing more than love, except pure friendship or platonic relationship? Lynn was a type of friend that are fun to be friend with when you have same interest. Maybe that's why Ali looks at Lynn differently, not the same as how his pupils dilated when he looks at Sofie.

But was it true?

As the movie slowly reaching the end of show, suddenly Ali showed interest to Lynn. Of course, after his break up with Sofie happened. But in same time, Abu seems liking Lynn way before Ali started to developed his feelings toward Lynn. He stole a poetry book that once Lynn mentioned that she loves. Back to Ali, he seems like been spending time with Lynn more frequent and they talked a lot. Ali established a band called The Disasters and once there was a review of his new band saying that his band were sucks. Little do he know, it was written by Lynn aka Teka-Teki. An incident happened and made both of them exposed with their past actions. Lynn became speechless and devastated while Ali was full with anger and disbelief.

Incident after incident, they ended up sitting in front of Lynn's house. I can see during this scene, Ali already fell in love with Lynn even before he knew that Lynn were also Teka-Teki. Lynn gave him a paper, basically written on it her new rating and comment regarding on Ali's band while Ali gave a poetry book to her. At the end of the movie, it shows that Lynn was supporting Ali's band while Ali was smiling. I guess people change?

I believe that no matter how different we are among each other, we'll tend to attract with those who has similarity with us. Just like how Ali finds a way to Lynn and same thing with Lynn. They both have their own struggles that only each other could understand. As much as Ali tried to love Sofie, Sofie couldn't understand him but they tried their best. Maybe Sofie and Ali's love story are what people always called "right person, wrong time" while Lynn and Ali's were "the red string theory" as they already "knew" each other way before and somehow they accidentally became friend in real life too. What a beautiful coincidence.

Dear my Ali, If you're insist on waiting for someone you love for years then I'll wait for you as many years as I could. In my solitude, I found no rejection and I can keep loving you without being rejected. In my loneliness, you'll forever be mine even though I'll never be yours.

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janeeyreheresy · 1 year

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I Choose Violence

But she's violent!

Friendly reminder that the only people Bertha attacked are her husband and her brother. We can be confident she has never attacked Grace, who she spends most time with. If she did, I trust the narrative would inform us of that. She never harmed Jane either--and she could have, that night she broke into her bedroom. But she only tore up the veil. My theory is, the torn veil was a warning from Bertha. "Don't marry him, sis." A sign. What better symbol of a bride than her veil? After all, this is a gothic novel. Bertha blowing the candle into Jane's face with a smirk is not an act of violence. A mean girl gesture, maybe, but not criminal. It's a very mild behaviour, considering Jane is The Other Woman to Bertha.

When they enter Bertha's room after the aborted wedding, Grace warns Rochester: "she has seen you!" Meaning the one who gets Bertha into a rage is her husband. And sure enough, Bertha lunges at him immediately. She's not going after anyone else--and she must have seen the others too, including Jane, The Other Woman. So yeah, she is violent, but only towards him. She can hardly be blamed for it.

As for Richard, a plausible explanation could be her anger at him for not doing anything to get her out of that situation. And blaming him for the said situation, if he indeed encouraged her marriage to Rochester. One also needs to take into account the circumstances of the attack--at that time, the merry company was staying at Thornfield Hall. This was out of the ordinary and it must have had an effect on Bertha. The presence of so many strange people could have distressed her, or maybe she got into a state, because, of course, she should have been the hostess by right. She should have been the one entertaining the guests. Humouring the ladies Lynn and Ingram, chatting about music, art and fashion with the girls, exchanging jokes with the men. But Edward robbed her of it. Plus, the not so insignificant fact that he was openly flirting with Blanche Ingram and playing a game with Jane at the same time. Into this, her brother walks in.

Not his lucky day.

But Richard's not even mad at her for injuring him! As he's sent away from Thornfield, he says:

“Let her be taken care of; let her be treated as tenderly as may be..."

My favourite line of Jane Eyre, in case you couldn't tell.

And see this--nowhere does Richard state that she's insane. And he's the one who has known her the longest. If she's really everything Rochester claims she is, how come Richard still cares about her? And if she is everything Rochester claims she is, and yet Richard still cares about her--does that not speak well of him? You can't have it both ways. He could wash his hands off her, zero obligation. Yet he travels to an out of the way place like Thornfield to see her. Who's the villain here again?

I argued that Rochester is telling porkies with regards to Blanche Ingram, and I argue that he's doing the same with Bertha. We only have his word that Bertha was mad, nobody else's. We don't hear from any independent medical professional. Dr Carter appears on the scene to only tend to Richard's wounds. He makes no comment about Bertha. Edward, while telling his story to Jane, could have called him to confirm the diagnosis to Jane. That Jane believes him is not the point here, the reader needs to believe him too and this reader (aka me) does not buy one bit of anything that comes out of his mouth.

Even if a doctor confirmed it, considering how women's health has been treated throughout history, it still wouldn't prove a thing.

The scene when they all go up to have a look at Bertha, when Bertha attacks Edward and they tie her to a chair, seems staged. It's almost like the perfect representation of the mad wife and the pain and suffering she inflicted on her poor tortured Byronic hero of a husband. It plays right into his cards. She behaves exactly like Rochester wants her to behave. It's too neat.

What if Bertha was asleep? It was still early in the morning, she had nothing to get up for.

She's in fact not doing anything bad. Crawling on all fours around the room doesn't hurt anyone. (Except maybe... spiders? Any insects?) She needs to move a bit in that confined room. Maybe she was bored of the same exercise so she's trying something new. Who does she bother with her crawling? Not Grace Poole, who is quite undisturbed by her and cooking on the fender. Both women seem to be quite content with their activities that morning, until the deputation shows up.

Grace cries out "she has seen you!" Why? Obviously, Bertha has seen Rochester. But what about it?

Because when Bertha sees her husband, she immediately goes for him. Grace doesn't warn Rochester: "She will attack you when she sees you." She just says: "she has seen you." Which means that Rochester knows seeing him will send Bertha into a rage and she will attack him. He knows that and that is why he takes everyone upstairs to her room, so they can see his mad wife for themselves.

He didn't have to do that. All that was needed was him confessing that he is indeed married so his wedding to Jane is off. Neither Briggs nor the clergyman demanded to see the actual wife as a proof. Richard's word was enough. It was Edward who decided to bring them all back to Thornfield, to display her like an animal in the zoo.

He knew what it would do to her, seeing him. And Bertha was aware there was a wedding. There was her husband, bigamously marrying another woman, twenty years younger. She might have been angry on Jane's behalf too. She may have sympathised with Jane. Some Bertha supporters ship her and Jane. I've read some wonderful fanfics with this pairing. It's not a ship I like, but I support your right to ship it. Definitely, they should have been allies. Alas, it's not what the author chose.

It should have been like the song Beautiful Liar by Shakira and Beyonce, except it's an ugly liar. (You know, because Edward Rochester is ugly.)

Once Edward sees he won't get away with the bigamy, he switches gears and decides to play the sympathy card. That's why he implores the two respectable professionals to compare Saint Jane to Satan Bertha and, being the manipulative douchebag that he is, tries to make them feel guilty for judging him for his despicable actions. Briggs at least doesn't fall for it. And we don't see any more of him, but I doubt Mr Wood does.

It could also be that he had prepared for this situation. It's like him to have a Plan B. He could even leave Grace the instructions. "Hey Grace, in case this blows up, make sure the wifey is at her craziest, will you."

Edward is a great schemer. He's the cunning one. He's the ultimate Slytherin.

#jane eyre #edward rochester #rochester is a villain #bertha antoinette mason #richard mason #make it make sense charlotte #jane eyre meta #bertha mason

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Is it ever mentioned in canon or any official lore that Amanda has bpd or is it a personal headcanon and if so would you be okay to talk about it? I'm intrigued

ok ask of all time! first off no its never canonically stated in saw that she has bpd, however i would say that its more than just a headcanon, as she comes off extremely coded as borderline, to me and a lot of other people! (even the wiki alludes to her bpd)

im gona go fully in depth under the cut!

so to qualify for the diagnosis of bpd you need at least 5 out of 9 diagnostic criteria ^_^

- chronic feelings of emptiness

- emotional instability in reaction to day to day events (intense episodic sadness, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days)

- frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment

- identity disturbance with a consistent lack of unstable self image or sense of self

- impulsive behavior in at LEAST two forms (sex, spending money, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating)

- inappropriate, intense anger, or difficulty controlling anger

- unstable relationships which present in the form of "splitting" , where the individual will view another in extreme love or extreme hate, and this can happen within a very short time period. idealization vs devaluation

- recurrent suicidal behavior, threats to ones self, and/or self harming tendencies

- stress related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms

bpd is often brought on by abuse during childhood, causing an individual to lack the ability to regulate their own emotions, essentially having no emotional skin, as well as a constant struggle to maintain relationships

I'm sure looking through this you can recognize a lot of Amanda's in these criteria ! but ill still go thru some examples because i find it really intriguing how clearly she exhibits these symptoms in ways that could have demonized her but i believe didn't, and actually served to make her more sympathetic and appreciated by the fandom!

saw 3 is undeniably one of the best movies to showcase her having bpd, she's erratic, sobbing one moment, lashing out the next, gentle with john and then screaming at him towards the end, when she's been pushed to her breaking point. the whole movie is john 'testing' her, however its more like he's doing everything he can to trigger her.

he pits her and lynn against one another. amanda clearly has an unhealthy attachment to john, she practically worships him and loves him very fiercely, and for a good long time they had only had each others company. this isolation i believe caused amanda to even further fall into her idealized love of john. throughout the films you never really see amanda lash out or speak badly to/about john until the climax of saw3.

something bpd can cause people to do is 'split' on individuals they're around. i believe saw 3 shows amanda's splitting pretty clearly, she obviously idealizes john, and loves him dearly, but after repeatedly telling her to leave, defending lynn, and telling her she isn't needed, amanda snaps and splits on john, she sees him as everything she hates, everything she's been putting onto lynn up until now (because isn't it easier to hate someone who is just an intrusion? someone who didn't 'save' you?) she lashes out, and even though she's clearly raging and livid, you can see how much pain she's in. its honestly so painful to watch that scene, seeing how desperate she is for any kind of relief from what she's experiencing.

another very big tell for me was how her self harm was handled within the movie. a lot of pop culture will show self harm as an extension of depression, a self hatred that people take out on themselves, which is true for a lot of people! but with bpd it can be a lot different. you notice how every time amanda goes to self harm its after a major blow out with lynn and john? she redirects the hatred and violence she wanted to take out on lynn on herself, and afterwards seems much more calm and less agitated! this is because, with bpd, people have an extremely hard time regulating their emotions. unfortunately self harm can self medicate this experience, and so amanda cutting herself, or stabbing her hand with a screwdriver w/ev, all that works to calm her down. to be clear its a super unhealthy way of coping with this facet of bpd and there are many much more healthy ways! however for a lot of people they dont realize this, and turning to self harm is all they think to do. i especially understand it in amandas shoes, as she's surrounded by violence and self injury so regularly, the concept its bad and taboo feels like it could kind of nullify in her brain.

also naturally i think amanda is incredibly suicidal and risk taking, which can be shown very strongly in 2 and 3. i believe her part in the gas house was an act of self harm, and an attempt at retraumatizing herself. it really came off to me like she was seeking the experience she had after she survived the reverse bear trap, which i can only assume left her very 'clear headed' and with a kind of euphoria, from the adrenaline of survival. which obviously she crashed from hard, and john was clearly in the wings ready to swoop in and 'help' her....

i cant exactly comment much on the later movies as i havent watched them yet (however i'm mainly taking the first 3 movies into consideration with amanda as the movies were supposed to end there anyways) but i do believe that amandas heroin use + her risk taking behavior in regards to jills clinic etc are also by products of her untreated bpd. basically her whole story just reads like she continuously was given bad cards, that only pushed her in worse and worse directions. the abuse from her father and mother, the wrongful incarceration, the drug use, the trauma of the saw trap, being recruited as an apprentice to jigsaw, all of this only furthered her from any shred of mental health help that she desperately needed, and its really fucked up and sad!!

if you have any more specific questions about any of this or would like me to go more in depth on my thoughts on any of the 9 criteria and how it correlates to amanda, pls feel free to ask!! (honestly anyone feel free to ask) i know this is probably super rambly, its just such a massive topic considering how complex and multifaceted both amanda and bpd as a topic can be! BUT I HOPE, THAT THIS MAKES SENSE!!

#saw #asks #amanda young #anon #self harm #suicide ment #this is so long i am sorry <3 honestly it should be longer i just have trouble not going off on tangents. frankly allergic to it #but god nothing hurts like when john is talking to lynn and amanda tries to interject and he tells her to leave and they dont need her.#JOHN. I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT UR DOING. SICKO.

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Confession (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi x Reader, Levi x You, Levi x OC

Genre: Fluff, sooooo much fluff

Trigger warning: strong language cuz it's Levi what did you expect lol

Summary: After rushing you all the way from Utgard Castle to a hospital in Trost, Levi finds himself driven in the verge of despair. The thought of losing you -you, the person he grew up with in the Underground. You, the woman who had stood by him for as long as he can remember- it’s just too much to deal with. He has to let you know how he feels, because he may never get the chance again.

You’re both living in a cruel world, after all.

A/N: This is the second part from my latest shortfic. If you wanna read the previous part, it’s right here Part 1. But you won’t have to if you’re feeling lazy 🤣 It’s written in 3rd Person’s POV.

Light slowly penetrated her eyelids as she began to stir. (Y/n) realised her head wasn’t resting back against a soft pillow. She could tell she was covered in blankets, but hands were around her too. Warm fingers were tangled between her own and the weight of a man’s cheek pressed on the top of her forehead. A rhythmic heartbeat thrummed beneath her ear, and she knew her cheek was pressed against his chest.

It was Levi, wasn’t it? She could tell she was in a hospital from the whiteness of the room’s walls. Had he really taken her there? Wasn’t it dangerous to go out in titan territory all on his own and rush his way there with her unconscious body? But she had to remind herself. Nothing was dangerous for Levi.

Levi had saved her life. He risked going out on his own only to take her back to safety, and fast. She was supposed to be dead. There was a time that she might’ve wanted that, but there was something that had brought tears in her eyes the moment she realised she was going to die last night. It was the thought of never seeing him again. It was the thought of never getting to tell him how much she loved him.

But everything was alright now. He had brought her to safety. He had saved her life. She was on a bed, but he was holding her. Her body was resting back against his own, and his hands were keeping both her own warm beneath the blankets. But then the pain returned. It returned and it stung harshly in her stomach, but thankfully, she could say she had stopped losing blood. Still, she let out a wince that she didn’t have enough time to muffle back.

That wince was loud enough to snap his eyes open and look down at her worriedly. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? Wait here. I’ll go get the doc-” Levi’s hands let go of her own, and he tried to stand up and walk away, but she grasped his hands and kept him in place.

“No. Stay,” Having her asking him to stay. It startled him. But he welcomed that request. He laced their fingers together once more, and he watched her as she buried her face in his neck like a kitten, starved of affection. She breathed shakily and she shut her eyes as it all came back to her.

Mike being squeezed to death. Nanaba and Gelgar being torn apart, whilst shouting her name for help. Lynne and Henning being crushed beneath debris, and Ymir being cannibalised alive. (Y/n) was too weak to protect any of them. Too wounded and too weak to do anything. She had given it all after her ODM got useless. She had no choice but to dive into her own death. Accept defeat, and give in. Jump from the tower right into a titan’s mouth. She couldn’t stand back and watch the terrified looks in the faces of those children of the 104th.

“It was… terrifying,” Her voice cracked and tears overflowed her eyes and slipped down her cheeks unexpectedly. She hadn’t realised how much scared she was until she remembered how being safe feels. Her hands let go off his and reached for his shirt, grasping it and bringing him closer. Clutching onto the only man that could bring her relief and reassurance. “I thought I was going to die…” Another tear slipped down her cheek “…I thought I was never going to see you again-”

“It’s alright, now, (y/n),” Levi cut her. A hand found her back, clutching on her shirt, the other, her hair, pressing her face against his chest. He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ve got you. I always have,”

“Thank you, Levi,”

Was she really thanking him? “Oi, what the fuck are you even thanking me about?” Levi pulled back to look down at her. He pressed his forehead against her own. A rough thumb found her cheeks and wiped away her tears. “I’d do anything for you,”

Those words drew her mind away from the terrors of last night, and she stared into those silver eyes finally realising how much scared he too must have been last night. She knew she meant a lot to him, and he meant a lot to her, but what were they to each other anymore? They’ve been friends. Best friends. Comrades. What now? Levi didn’t know whether it’d be the wrong choice that would ruin everything. And he didn’t know whether it’d be the right choice that would fix everything.

But fuck it. He was tired of waiting. He had to grasp the chance for as long as they had left. He had her now, but he could lose her tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Or some other time. He had to grasp the chance whilst she was still there. In his arms.

And just like that, he stole her first kiss. His lips engulfed her own and it left her wide-eyed for a moment. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. But she melted right away. His tongue penetrated her lips and met her own. He hummed upon her taste and his hands clutched around her bringing her closer. She wasn’t pushing him away. She was kissing him back. Her hand found his face. Her soft thumb stroked his cheek and he realised he couldn’t stop tasting her. It was her first kiss, and it was addicting.

He only pulled back to allow her to breathe. She looked hazed and mesmerised. Her taste was still on his lips and his hands found her face, making sure he had her attention. “Do you understand now why I need you to be safe?” Levi asked. “I love you, (y/n),”

Those words were the words that she never thought she’d hear coming from him. Not like this. She never thought anybody would want her like this. For all she knew, she and Hange were the nerdy, crazy scientists that everybody was scared of. But Levi knew her better than that. No. He knew her better than anyone.

“I love you too, Levi,”

The words flew right out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think. But she couldn’t hold it back. Not now that she knew he felt the same. Not now that she new she didn’t have to debate on why he was holding her when she knew exactly why. He loved her. She couldn’t believe it. She could no longer feel the pain on her wound, and all those terrors from last night seemed to be far behind her.

Levi was still surprised that she felt the same. But he didn’t waste a moment further. He kissed her again and her fingers clutched around his shirt urging him to lean closer. His tongue gently danced with her own, and he couldn’t even begin to realise how much he wanted this. He wanted to keep tasting her. She was his. She had always been and it was now apparent to both of them. His arms tightened around her. He bit gently down on her lip and she let out soft whimper. Mine. Utterly.

“Oh boy, poor girl just woke up and you’re already on top of her!”

No. No, fuckin’, way. It was Hange. Levi’s eyebrow twitched from anger that he was suppressing. He gritted his teeth as he stopped kissing Nathalie and turned shooting a glare towards the entrance where Hange stood. They didn’t look good, but that didn’t stop him from shouting at them.

“Hange!” Levi growled. “Haven’t you learned how to knock?!”

“Section Commander! You’re supposed to be in bed!” Moblit cried out as he followed behind them. And he was right. Hange’s entire face and hands were red to the point that (y/n) could say that something had burned them. They were standing with the help of a crutch. Moblit didn’t look any better.

“Moblit’s right, you look like shit,” Levi agreed.

“I’m fine!” Hange cried out before they turned their attention back at the two. “I need to consult my fellow second in command scientist, provided loverboy here has any intention of getting off of her,”

(Y/n)’s hand reached for her cheek. A failed attempt to cover the blush that had started spreading down her neck. “R- Right-”

“Hange-” Levi growled again, but (y/n) sealed his lips with the palm of her hand and he turned and looked at her.

(Y/n) pulled her hand away and she gave him a smile. “It’s alright. You know how Hange gets,”

“Reiner and Berthold! THEY GOT EREN!” Hange cried out and the couple’s eyes widened.

Oh shit.

A/N: There you go!!! Feel free to reblog! Lemme know what you guys think! If you wanna read the continuation, it’s my huge ass Levi x OC fic on ao3. Thank you for reading!! 🥰🥰

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #leviackerman #snk #aot #fluff #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you

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fazar234 · 2 years

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Chapter 6: Sasha - Helping Hand

It's finally here, fellas. The long-awaited conclusion to my very first multi-chapter fanfic. I gotta say, working on this one was a real doozy, but I'm just glad to have gotten this one out before Amphibia returns. With that being said, please enjoy!

Summary: Sasha's attempt to apologize doesn't go as well as she'd hoped...

Tags/Inspirations: @writingamongther0ses, @eclipsewarrior101, @d-blue02, @dawn-is-gay, @hughjidiot, @eeveearoace, @eeveearoace-creative, @sonofrose, @iamthelordoftime, @shikokiomi, @space-lynn, @astro-inthestars, @cynthiacoven, @skibs-scribbles, @casswithmywholeheart, @starsfic, @luna--dragon, @mira-blue, @thatonedorkthatdraws, @dodelidoo, @issabolical

Pain.

It’s all Sasha can feel as she’s knocked back against a tree in the forest.

She winces, clutching her stomach, as she looks up, her eyes sighting a Thai teenager with glowing blue eyes and a look of rage unlike anything she’s ever seen before walking towards her, fists clenched and on fire, the teenager being none other than her former best friend, Anne Boonchuy.

It had been about a week since she and the Plantars (and Anne’s parents, surprisingly) had returned to Amphibia, and things had been uneasy between the two. The Plantars, of course, still didn’t trust her, even though they had learned about her helping out on the farm, and she assumed that Anne’s parents weren’t exactly happy with her either, given the fact that their behavior was rather strained around her. She honestly couldn’t blame them; after all she did, it was only fair that she be treated like this. She was lucky that they even let her stay in the barn, the only reason being that Bessie and MicroAngelo had grown attached to her.

She often had to find comfort in the presence of the townsfolk of Wartwood, who assured her that the Plantars and Boonchuys would eventually trust her again before she knew it, and she wanted to believe them, she really did, but she knew better than anyone that someone like her wasn’t worth forgiving.

Today, Sasha had finally decided enough was enough. She needed to get her apology off her chest. So she approached Anne, and attempted to make up with her, holding onto the slightest bit of hope that she would consider giving her another chance.

And now, here she lies, against a tree, holding her stomach in excruciating pain.

How was she this stupid? She should have known better than to hope for what would be nothing more than a mere fantasy, just out of reach.

“YOU,” Anne growls, her voice layered with all the anger and hatred burning within. “YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK FOR FORGIVENESS?! AFTER WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!”

She throws a punch at Sasha’s face, and she recoils in pain, her nose bleeding.

“YOU MIGHT HAVE FOOLED All OF WARTWOOD WITH YOUR SO-CALLED ‘HEROIC’ ACTS,” she continues, making air quotes. “BUT I’M NOT AS STUPID AS YOU THINK. I KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY WANT: TO TAKE CONTROL OVER MY TOWN.”

She leans down, shortening the distance between her and Sasha’s face, causing the latter to whimper, like the pathetic coward she is. “WELL, I WON’T LET THAT STAND. I, ANNE BOONCHUY, DEFENDER OF WARTWOOD, ORDER YOU TO LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR ALL THE PAIN YOU’VE CAUSED. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A LIAR, AND I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LIKES OF YOU, EVER AGAIN.”

Sasha could try to come up with a snarky response, she could try to defend herself, hell, she could even try to muster the strength to stand back up, but she can’t. No, not can’t, won’t.

Because deep down, she knows that Anne is right.

No matter how much she tries, she can never be able to change for the better.

No matter how much she does, she can never hope to atone for her sins.

No matter how much she wants, she can never, ever try to reconcile with the girl that was once her best friend.

Because a life of pain and loneliness is all someone like her deserves.

It’s all she ever deserves.

Tears begin to fall from Sasha’s eyes, as she slowly begins to sob, and Anne just scoffs. “OH, HERE WE GO. CRYING IN THE HOPES OF MAKING ME FELL GUILTY. WELL, NICE TRY, BUT I WON’T FALL FOR ANYMORE OF YOUR-“

“Anne Boonchuy, that is ENOUGH!”

In confusion, Sasha slowly angles her head to the source of the voice and is beyond disbelief to see the citizens of Wartwood, along with the rest of the rebellion, approaching Anne, who turns towards them, her powers deactivating. Seems like their conversation must have attracted quite the audience.

“Mrs. Croaker? W-what are you doing here?” Anne asks, as though she hadn’t beaten up a teenager.

“Quiet, young lady!” Mrs. Croaker scolds, and Anne, shocked, takes a step back. “We’re here because YOU have been hurting someone very close to us!”

“What? What are you—” the brunette begins, before realizing who she’s referring to, and lets out a laugh. “Oh, I get it. You’re all still under the belief that Sasha is a better person just because she kept you all alive.”

“She is a better person,” another voice speaks up, this one being Loggle. “She’s done us a lotta good while you were away!”

“She repaired my accordion!” Wally pipes up.

“She helped me make the perfect present for Mayor Toadstool!” Toadie includes.

“She put together a crew to help out at my restaurant!” Stumpy adds.

“She saved my dear Archie’s life!” Mrs. Croaker claims.

“She protected my daughter!” Felicia yells.

‘Sasha here has helped us out with our troubles so many times, even when she didn’t have to,” Mayor Toadstool. “Come on, Anne. Why are you being so difficult? This ain’t you!”

“Why? WHY?!” Anne roars, her voice heightening. “Don’t you get it?! It’s all a trick! A coy! A deception! She’s trying to lull you all in by ‘helping’ you so that when you all least expect it, she and Grime can take over Wartwood! I’m the one trying to save you all, and yet you’re going against ME?!”

“If she were trying to take over our town, she would have done it while you were gone!” Ivy counters. “She’s changed so much! She’s kind, compassionate. She’s saved our lives multiple times, way more than you did!” She looks at the blonde and gives her a smile of assurance, and the girl doesn’t know how to respond, except cry even more, because how did someone like her ever deserve them? How did someone like her deserve to be defended?

“Pfft, so she kept you guys safe, so what?” Anne scoffs. “Am I supposed to forgive her now? Trust her again, after what she’s put me through?”

“Now, we’re not saying you should forgive her right away,” Mr. Flour responds. “We’re just asking to at least give her one more chance.”

“Ha! I already gave her one more chance,” Anne sneers. “She doesn’t deserve another. Now, why don’t you let me finish what I was—”

“Anne?” Another voice pipes up, quieter than the others.

Anne turns to the source of the voice, and a look of relief washes over her face upon seeing her best friend, Sprig and the Plantars, as well as her parents, all of them wearing concerned looks. Sasha’s expression turns into a mix of fear and guilt, as she realizes why they’re here.

“Sprig! Oh thank frog you’re here!” Anne exclaims, walking towards him. “These frogs are trying to—”

“Um, no, we…heard everything,” Polly replies, looking away, as though she didn’t ask to be involved in this conversation.

“Oh. Well, that’s great! Now, why don’t you all remind them of what she’s—”

“Anne,” Hop Pop interrupts. “We know you’re upset, but…I think they’re right.”

Anne and Sasha both share a look of shock. There’s no way he of all people could have said that.

“…What?”

“Look, sweetie,” Mrs. Boonchuy joins in. “I know you’ve been through a lot, and I know you’re hurt and angry with Sasha because of what she’s done. And it’s not that you don’t have a right to be, it’s just…maybe it’s time to consider letting go?”

“Your mother’s right, Anne,” Mr. Boonchuy adds. “From what I hear, Sasha’s done nothing but try to protect your friends. And while I may not like what she did in the past, it’s obviously clear that she wants to make it up to you.” He gives a small smile towards the Slavic girl. “Like that frog said, you don’t have to forgive her right away, but I personally think she deserves one final chance. She’s already done enough to prove it.”

Sasha doesn’t even say anything. She just sits there, in shock and disbelief, but with a bit of joy added to it. She figured that Wartwood would try to defend her, but she had never anticipated that Anne’s family would side with her, especially after what she put them through. The very thought almost makes her want to cry, smile, she doesn’t know.

Her thoughts are immediately put aside as she slowly notices Anne clenching her fists in rage.

“You…you can’t be serious!” Anne yells. “After all she’s done, after all the suffering she caused us, you’re just going to side with them?!”

“W-whoa, calm down, Anne! We’re not talking about sides here,” Sprig replies with a stammer, trying to knock some sense into her human friend.

“Really? Because if we weren’t, you’d be helping me get rid of her!” Anne screams, her powers slowly beginning to activate. She turns to her parents, who slowly back away, scared of what their daughter has become.

“AND YOU!” she roars. “YOU’RE GOING TO TURN AGAINST YOUR OWN DAUGHTER FOR THE ONE WHO WAS A NEGATIVE INFLUENCE?!”

“Sweetie, we’re not trying to go against you!” Mrs. Boonchuy begs, desperate to reason with her girl. “We just—”

“NO, YOU KNOW WHAT?! I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS STUPID TOWN! IF YOU ALL LOVE SASHA MORE THAN ME, THEN FINE! I’M LEAVING, AND DON’T EXPECT ME TO COME BACK!”

“Anne, wait!” Hop Pop calls out, trying to reason with her, but it’s no use. She takes off, flying into the distance, until she can no longer be seen. “Frogdangit!”

Sasha doesn’t know how to react to what just transpired. One moment, she’s getting beaten up by her former friend because of her actions, and the next, she finds herself being defended by all of Wartwood, and even Anne’s family as well. She slowly starts to cry again, as the Plantars come over to hug her tightly.

“Why?” She asks through choked sobs. “Why would you defend me? After all I’ve done you should hate me…”

Hop Pop sighs before responding. “We did, at first,” he admits. “But, well, after seeing what you’ve done for our friends, I think hating you at this point wouldn’t be fair.” He pats Sasha’s head with a smile. “From now on, you’ll always be welcome to our home.”

“Thank you,” is how Sasha finally responds, as she hugs them tightly, sobbing and apologizing over and over again, and Anne’s parents soon join in on the hug, comforting her with whispers of assurance that it’s okay, that she doesn’t have to apologize anymore, that she’s forgiven.

And for once, she finally allows herself to believe it.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, with the rebellion sending out search parties to try and locate Anne while tending to Sasha’s injuries. She spends the evening getting to know the Plantars better, and even becoming best friends with Sprig and Polly, though the latter was more preferable to Sasha.

And as Sasha sits on the back porch of the Plantars’ farm, snuggling next to Sprig and Polly while looking up at the stars she smiles to herself, knowing that no matter how big or small the trouble, she’ll always be there to lend a helping hand.

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Anne kicks a rock in frustration as she walks through a forest, located far from Wartwood, the very town that had chosen to go against her, along with her own family no less.

Anger runs through her. How could they be willing to trust Sasha, after all the horrible things she’s done? How could her own family, both biological and adopted, go against her, even when they knew of her sins? Was there no one who understood her, no one she could trust? Was this her hell, her own nightmare, being betrayed by everyone?

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

She freezes, immediately turning around, trying to locate the source of the voice, and soon enough, a figure, wearing black armor with an orange eye on its chest plate, a red cape and a helmet with ten glowing orange eyes on it, walks out of the shadows, a thin smile forming on its face.

“Hello, Heart.”

Anne doesn’t respond. That voice, her smile…could it really be…?

“…Marcy?”

The figure lets out a laugh. “Sadly, no. Your friend isn’t here right now,” she…it replies, craning her head to get a better look at the brunette. “But, rest assured, she’s alive. Now, why don’t we talk?”

“Who are you?” Anne finds herself asking, as the words tumble out of her mouth. “And what did you do to Marcy?”

“Well, we are, first of all, the Core. An amalgamation of all of the greatest minds in Amphibia. As for your other question, your friend was chosen as a host for us to be able to move around and interact with beings like yourself.”

“You’ve possessed her?!” Anne yells, her voice rising in anger as her fists ignite into a blue flame. “Let her go!”

The Core raised their hand. “Patience, Heart. We know how much she means to you, which is why we’re willing to hand her over…on a small condition, that is.”

Anne blinks, a bit confused by what she’s just heard.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, isn’t it obvious?” The Core sighs. “We know about what happened today at Wartwood. How everyone, including your so-called family turned against you. How you, outnumbered, fled, knowing that no one was willing to understand or listen to you.” They stroll closer to the Thai girl and extend their hand. “We, however, know the pain you are in. And we are willing to help you. Join us, Heart. With us, you’ll finally teach them a lesson, make them realize that you’re in the right. Help us squash their rebellion, and in return, not only will you have Wit back, but you’ll also get the chance to prove the others wrong.

“So what do you say, Heart? Will you join us, and prosper in glory among the greatest leaders ever known to Amphibia?”

The Thai girl feels conflicted. On one hand, she doesn’t want to trust them, given that there’s no guarantee they’ll keep their end of the deal and let Marcy live. Plus, it’s not hard for her to guess that they were sent by Andrias.

On the other hand, she doesn’t have anyone left, does she? And if there’s the smallest chance that she’ll get her only friend left back, then she’s willing to go along with it. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to get back at those who had hurt her, right?

She holds her hand out to meet the Core’s and shakes it firmly.

“I’m in.”

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Cliffhanger ending! Surprised? Well, there's not going to be a follow-up to this because I have no ideas or motivation whatsoever so cry about it. (t-bags)

Also I should probably address this. I know it seems a little unlike Anne to act the way she did in this fic, but I wanted to write her in the sense that her anger was causing her to act on an unreasonable scale, to the point where she couldn't even take the advice of her own family, though I apologize if it felt a bit to out of character. I actually based this chapter off of @sonofrose's take on the Corruptianne theory, so go check that out!

Leave your thoughts in a reblog or reply (constructive criticism is welcome) and I'll see you all soon!

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stripper-patrick · 3 years

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China Love 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Ima try my best to do a 3rd person POV

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

~Andy’s POV~

2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.

I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.

...

Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.

I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”

“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters

“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.

“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”

“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase

“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her

“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”

“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.

She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.

Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to

Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.

“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.

“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”

“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.

“I’m aware”

“You wanna hire me?”

“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.

“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.

....

Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.

“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.

“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.

“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream

“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”

“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath

...

It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.

“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer

“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous

“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice

“Can you come by the office I have something for you”

“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”

“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back

“I’ll be there soon”

“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.

“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”

“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.

“I thought you were kicked off the case”

“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.

I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.

....

I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.

“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.

“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.

<3rd Person POV>

Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.

Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.

All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.

Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks

“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.

Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.

“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”

“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.

Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.

“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”

Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.

“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.

“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.

“Maybe I should stay?” He asks

“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.

“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”

“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.

“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”

“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.

Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.

By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.

“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.

YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”

“Andy I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”

Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.

YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.

“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.

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otonymous · 4 years

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It’s The End Of The World (MLQC Headcanon)

Dear Nonny...

I say that now, Nonny, but the truth is that the ONLY thing I love more than smut is angst! Mwahahaha! 🤣🤣 That being said, let’s take a one-way trip to Angst Town! Everybody got their seatbelts on?! LET’S GO!!! (Please note warnings below before reading 💕💕💕)

Warnings: angst, explicit language, trigger warnings (mentions of speeding, near-death experiences and flashbacks, nausea & vomiting, insomnia, slight mention of possessive behaviour, workaholism, loss of appetite and weight loss, anger and violent behaviour (not towards other people though!)) and SPOILERS (basically up to chapter 24 in the EN server; includes dates and Rumours & Secrets for the boys)

Gavin:

DEVASTATED. This man is absolutely devastated.

Gavin has known you since high school and loved you since then

You were his dream girl — the one he thought had got away until his duties brought you back into his life. He had vowed to protect you till the very end, had absolutely no qualms about giving his life for yours. He made a solemn promise to himself that he would never lose you a second time

Until that fateful day when you invited him out for lunch at Lynn’s Kitchen on the grounds of your old high school

You order his favourites, spicy noodles and lemon tea; wait until his stomach is full before you open your mouth to gently broach the topic

“Gavin…I…”

A single glance at your face tells Gavin that something is terribly off. He’s immediately setting his chopsticks down, asking, “What’s wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything. Whatever it is, I’ll help you—”

“Shaw. We…we’ve decided to be together. I know you’re not on good terms, and he did insist on coming today, but I thought it would be best if I told you myself…”

He cannot hear

He cannot move

And it isn’t until the burning sensation in his lungs catches up with him that he realizes he hadn’t even been breathing

Amber eyes, listless and dull, float from your lips to the wall decorated with Post-It notes just behind you, moving from one colourful slip of paper to another

“I hate it when people leave without saying goodbye.”

Gavin still remembers the loops and dashes of your handwriting on the Post-It note you had written so long ago, the way you dotted your i’s with hearts

And all of a sudden, he is back in his high school uniform, bloodied and bruised and free falling from the roof of the four-storey building

Except this time, he cannot hear the strains of a piano, no matter how hard he tries. The gingko leaves around him flutter to the ground just before…

“Gavin?” The touch of your hand on his snaps him out of his reverie. He tries to force a smile and fails.

“I…I’m sorry. There’s somewhere…I just remembered…I have to go….” He hurriedly puts a few bills on the table — more than enough to cover the entire meal — and dashes out of the restaurant

Gavin hops on Sparky and just goes…riding for hours on end with no destination in mind. He’s taken with an intense urge to go fast, as if his body were trying to outrun the feelings he doesn’t have the means of dealing with. At one point, an overwhelming wave of nausea hits him and he stops at the side of the road, retching and retching until his stomach is as empty as his hollowed-out heart

He’s still thinking of you the entire time he’s MIA. The last text from his phone is one sent to you, telling you not to worry about him and apologizing for the way he behaved back at the restaurant. He’s asking if you’d still be okay with talking to him when he gets back, and of course, to contact him immediately if you need anything at all

He still feels you in the wind

Believe it or not, for a short period of time, Gavin actually develops a fear of flying: it reminds him too much of you, brings up too many memories of him holding you in his arms as you traverse the skies together. He’s not confident he can do it anymore, partly because he thinks his Evol might suddenly give out when he’s high up in the air

The turning point comes when Gavin visits his mother’s resting place. There, for the first time since you broke the news to him, he actually cries, and it gives him the strength to carry on

Let’s be clear: Gavin will never, ever be over you. The two of you will remain friends though because Gavin intends to watch over you for the rest of his life (that is one promise he would never break)

With time, he gets used to seeing you with Shaw, even starts to relax a bit when he realizes that his younger brother is capable of protecting you

Someday, Gavin will marry — likely someone who was set up with him either by Minor or his colleagues (Birdcop would never take the initiative to actually meet somebody). This person is absolutely smitten with the handsome officer and his gruff ways and cannot wait to start a family with him. They would also have to be thick-skinned and stubborn enough to turn Gavin’s “no” into an eventual “yes”

And while Gavin would prove to be a loyal husband and doting father who would do anything for his family, a part of him would always, always, continue to burn for you.

Lucien:

How do you expect this man to behave when he’s lost the only colour in his life?

Lucien would never, ever recover from this. He doesn’t want to. The man for whom love was never meant to happen has no need for such an emotion. He wants nothing to do with it unless it has to do with you

The professor’s world literally returns to being a drab shadow of blacks and greys — the rainbow disappeared when his little butterfly flew into the palm of another’s hand

“Do you love him?” He’ll ask you, dark eyes almost hypnotic in their intensity when he pierces you with that gaze

You’re ashamed to find that you have to think twice before replying that you do indeed love Victor

Ba-bump, ba-bump, BA-BUMP — Lucien breaks out into a cold sweat as his heart begins to race, face becoming pale as a sheet

His shaking hands are pulled into tight fists within the pockets of his lab coat. He’s running his finger over the cap of his pill bottle inside one of them, not wanting to take them in front of you because in spite of it all, the last thing he wants is for you to worry about him 😭😭😭

Lucien nods, placid smile a mask on his face when he says, “I wish the two of you nothing but the best.”

“Lucien!” You start after him when he turns to walk away. “We…we’re still friends, right?”

For what is possibly the first time in his entire life, Lucien can’t think straight. His mind is a mess, logical thoughts tangled up with sorrow, hurt, anger, and the sense that the world could end at that very moment and he wouldn’t even bat an eye.

He takes a deep breath, composing himself before he turns to face you again: “Of course. You can always come to me if you ever need anything.” It takes everything in him not to fall apart when he lays a hand on the crown of your head, savouring the heat of your body for the very last time

In the days immediately afterwards, the people around Lucien better watch out as his ability to keep cool, calm and collected is challenged: he’s giving the side-eye to his colleagues at the research institute more often then usual, and Black Swan members literally want to run the other way when they see him coming. If they thought Ares was ruthless before then they’d better watch out now…

As if it were even humanly possible, the professor sleeps even less now: if he’s not in the lab, he’s literally wiling away the hours watching old Hollywood films

Sometimes, he’ll place his hand on the handle to the door of your apartment, closing his eyes and doing his best to pretend that he can still feel your palm in his (he knows you’re not home. You so rarely are these days…)

Unbeknownst to you, Lucien spends his weekends revisiting the places you used to go together: sitting on the same bench at the aquarium where you kissed him without a second thought, wandering to the theme park you ran away to as a child just to watch the carousel spin round and round, trying his best to keep a smile on his face when the kids at the orphanage ask him where his “pretty lady friend” is

Lucien actually has a kite that he bought ages ago, intent on fulfilling his promise to one day fly it with you. It sits in his apartment still. He can’t bring himself to dispose of it.

Gives you his pen, Iridescent, as part of his wedding gift to you. “May it always bring you luck, wherever you are and…whomever you’re with.”

Regardless of where he is, Lucien will always be keeping tabs on you. If Victor ever trips up, you can bet that Lucien will be there to swoop in and take his place

The professor will never love another person for as long as he lives. That’s all there is to it.

Victor:

Throws himself into his work when you break the news to him that you’ve accepted Lucien’s proposal

“If that dummy can’t see that I’m the most suitable choice for her, then let her suffer the consequences of her foolishness.” — Victor will tell himself that, but don’t believe it for even a second

Victor has always been obsessed with working, but this is on an entirely new level, even for him: the man’s been missing meals (or taking them at his desk, at most) and doesn’t leave his office until close to midnight, most days of the week

Like a watch whose gears are irreparably damaged, the LFG CEO is broken on the inside. He has to focus on work because he knows that if he stops long enough to fully consider the consequences of having lost you, he would never climb out of the depths of his despair

Even his dad and aunt become concerned, especially when they notice that he’s lost weight: “Victor, you have employees for a reason. Delegation is not a weakness.”

His mind often drifts to you, especially when he’s driving. There are many times when he finds himself absentmindedly heading in the direction of your office after work before he catches himself (the man is so used to picking you up that it’s become like muscle memory, in a sense)

Weekends will find him holed up in his attic space, fingers tracing over the uneven surface of the cup you had accidentally dropped and shattered, the pieces of which he had spent an entire night glueing back together

He shuts down Souvenir for a while: Victor cannot bring himself to step foot in the kitchen because he can’t help but see your face, smiling in rapturous joy to indulge in the caramel pudding he made especially for you

He spends his nights lying wide awake in a bed that suddenly seems much too big, wondering if you would’ve chosen differently if he took the time to tell you all the things he always thought were obvious: that he respected your fighting spirit, admired the brazen way you never gave up on the things you believed in, loved every single thing about you, even the things he seemed to disapprove of

His biggest regret: that he never had the chance to tell you that you were the love of his life

He often fantasizes about what it would’ve been like to stop time before you informed him you were choosing Lucien, to exist forever with you in a single moment when you made him the happiest man alive just by sharing your time with him

He still checks your Moments account religiously, murmuring “Dummy” with the faintest hint of a smile on his face to see your ridiculous posts, but he can never bring himself to reply. Victor’s pride won’t let him. He would rather die than let you know that each moment spent without you makes him feel like he is suffocating

Eventually, his worried family — especially his aunt — decides that enough is enough. They force Victor to take a vacation while trying to discreetly set him up with daughters of other wealthy and prominent families

Victor is beyond annoyed at having his personal affairs meddled with like this, but is essentially strong-armed by his aunt, who turns on the waterworks and starts sobbing about wanting to see the progeny of her dearest nephew before she passes on or withers away from want of new blood in the Li family

Victor will eventually have to marry and have kids — he needs to have someone to pass LFG on to. It will be a long while before he does settle down though; at one point, it’ll seem like he’s content to be a bachelor for life, married to his work

He will show up for your wedding though, and you can bet the most generous gift will be from the LFG CEO

“Try not to be such a dummy from now on. I won’t be there to set you straight and your husband may not be as patient of a man as I am.” Those jet black eyes are wavering with emotion when he reaches out to lay a hand on your head. But he halts midway, awkwardly pulling back because he’s realized that he doesn’t have the right to touch another man’s wife so casually 😭😭😭

Kiro:

“Ahahaha! All right, all right…you’ve got me. You can stop playing around now, Miss Chips,” Kiro will say, hands held up in defeat when you tell him that you’ve accepted Gavin’s proposal

When he realizes you’re being serious, it’s like all the warmth and light has suddenly been sucked from the room

Those blue eyes go wide, the smile dropping from the superstar’s face. For what seems like an interminable amount of time, Kiro just sits there staring at you, almost catatonic

When he speaks again, you’re so surprised you almost jump out of your skin: “Gavin…he’s that cop, right? The friend you’ve known since high school?”

You nod and all of a sudden, it’s like the floodgates have been opened: Kiro’s grasping your hands in his, expression panic-stricken as his questions come a mile a minute:

“Was it something I did, Miss Chips? I swear I’ll change! I…I won’t eat junk food anymore! Won’t even look at that stuff! If you don’t like your nickname, I’ll call you by your real name, anything you want! Or maybe it’s because my schedule is always so crazy? I’ll cut back on my jobs, I don’t care about the money! If you’re tired of running from the paparazzi, I’ll quit. Just quit, stop everything — I don’t care, ok? The only thing I care about is you! Miss Chips? Please don’t cry…I’m your hero, remember? So please…please…”

A single tear rolls down his cheek — you have to look away or else your resolve would crumble

“I’m so sorry, Kiro. I…I wanted you to be the first to know. I wanted you to hear it from me…”

It’s like all the life has been drained from him; it actually frightens you to see him like that

“Kiro?" You hesitantly lay a hand on his. It’s almost cool to the touch. Kiro gives his head a little shake, seeming to come back to himself

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Miss Chips. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to get hysterical. God, what an awful way to react….” He forces a laugh, but it is wooden and so goddamn heartbreaking to hear. You almost wish he would scream obscenities at you instead

“He, Gavin…he’s a good man. He’ll be good for you. I’m happy that you’re happy, Miss Chips.”

The next day, Kiro drops off the face of the Earth: he’s MIA, no one can reach him

Everyone is panicking: his agent, Savin, and management, his legions of adoring fans all over the world, and most of all, you

That is, until he sends two text messages, one to Savin and the other to you, telling you all that he’s safe and not to worry; he’s just taking some time to work some things out for himself

In actuality, the only thing that’s happening is that Kiro is reverting back to who he originally was before you came into his life

His sun has been eclipsed by crushing sorrow and loss, the brilliance of your light and warmth forever taken from him and he is left in the cold shadow of solitary darkness

Kiro wants to be happy for you, and he hates that he can’t — this dissonance so disconcerts him that he’d rather not feel anything at all

When the superstar does eventually return to the world at large, there’s something about him that’s changed — Savin and the rest will be largely fooled by that ever-cheerful mask he puts on, but you won’t

Those blue eyes seem just a bit darker, the radiance of his being almost imperceptibly dimmed

Poor Kiro, loved the world over, would never love another person for the rest of his life. It would always be you or nothing.

Shaw:

Hurt. Angry. Confused.

Shaw is angry with himself for ever believing that you and him had a future together; he hates that he saw the signs that you would always, always, always choose Gavin in the end and still continued to lie to himself in spite of it

He hates that he let himself become vulnerable by falling in love with you (Shaw sees vulnerability as the biggest weakness one could have, that’s why he’s always kept himself emotionally guarded in his dealings with people)

But for whatever reason, when it came to you, he just couldn’t help but fall (“Guess brothers are hard-wired in the same way after all, no matter how different we think we are,” he’ll say with a bitter laugh)

A lengthy and most unusual storm will hit Loveland City; expect an extended light show with lots of thunder and lightning

The boy is trashing his place, throwing whatever he can get his hands on: cans of Coke and Pepsi, dishes, clothing and books

He breaks the deck of his skateboard when he smashes it against the wall, bringing down a good chunk of plaster along with it

You won’t be there to witness the destruction. Shaw will continue to front like nothing could ever faze him when you tell him that you’ve chosen to be with Gavin. He’ll chuckle, brows raised as he bites on the tip of his straw, saying, “Whatever. It’s your life. Do what you want with it.”

Then suddenly, he’s standing up to leave, hand half-raised in goodbye as he makes for the exit without so much as a glance back at you.

“Take my umbrella. And don’t worry about returning it.”

Those are his last words to you. Not long after, you spy the handle of the black umbrella sitting in the stand near the front of the café (the only one there, since it had been bright and sunny out). And suddenly, the clouds are rolling in to blanket Loveland City in grey, sheets of rain pouring from a sky cracked in half by a fearsome bolt of lightning

Shaw walks, letting cold rain soak him to the bones to take his mind off the ice that’s already started to freeze the blood in his heart

“Don’t cry…don’t let them f*cking see you cry…" he's saying to himself, over and over again like a mantra

Starts hanging out at the Live House more than ever, losing himself in the music and packed crowds there; he can’t stand to be alone right now.

When he’s not playing bass guitar as a last minute backup for the bands, he’s literally working on his thesis at the bar, sipping on his Coke and Pepsi blend (the staff know him so well that they’re pretty much cool with him doing anything at this point LOL)

STILL blows off every person who comes to proposition him for a good time

I’m sorry, but you know it’s pretty much gonna rain on your wedding day, right? (The poor boy can’t help it, okay? He is SAD, SAD, SAD!)

Much like his brother, Shaw will never really get over you. You were, after all, the first person he ever truly loved

Would likely remain an eternal bachelor, only engaging in meaningless sex but never opening his heart to anyone ever again. One lesson was enough for him. 😭😭😭

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Taylor and Joe in 2019

January 2nd – Joe is seen leaving Taylor’s Tribeca apartment. (x)

January 6th – They both attend the Golden Globes in LA.

“While Taylor presented, Joe watched the teleprompter near him and smiled and [his The Favourite costar] Nicholas Hoult patted him on the back. After Gaga walked on stage, Joe shifted his gaze to the stage near Taylor. She was smiling at him while she walked off the stage. She looked over her shoulder and gave a sassy cute little smile at his table’s direction.”

(via US Weekly)

January 6th – An ET reporter asks Joe if he and Taylor would ever work together. (x)

“It’s not planned at the moment but who knows.”

“Swift joined Alwyn at Fox’s party at the Beverly Hilton Hotel. The instant she entered the event, the “Gorgeous” singer made a beeline for The Favourite star, putting her head on his shoulder and hand on his chest. Swift didn’t leave Alwyn’s side, posing for photos and chatting with Alwyn’s co-star, Nicholas Hoult, as she kept her hand around Alwyn’s waist. At the end of the evening, the two exited through the back of the venue and away from the crowds.”

(via Entertainment Tonight)

FOX Post Show Celebration was also one of the starriest, with The Favourite cast holding court at their table and having a ball throughout the night. Big winner Olivia Colman was seen taking shots with Joe Alwyn, who was accompanied by girlfriend Taylor Swift the whole night.

The Grammy winner cheered on the cast as they took the shots and was affectionate with her beau throughout the celebration. The ultra-private couple was spotted kissing and cozying up at their table along with Alwyn’s Favourite costar Emma Stone and her Saturday Night Live writer boyfriend Dave McCary.

(via PEOPLE)

CAA party: Alwyn and Swift made a brief appearance around 1 a.m. Security swarmed them,” the source says. “They sat in a couch at a table with their drinks in the back of the party and were talking with several people. They looked at each other a few times and it seemed like Joe was trying to make sure she was OK and gauge when she wanted to leave. They were then escorted out of a private exit together.”

(via E Online)

Video of them arriving at one of the afterparties.

February 8th – Taylor and Joe are spotted leaving The Spaniards Inn in Hampstead, London. (x)

February 9th – They’re seen walking around in Notting Hill.

February 10th – Taylor skips the Grammys and attends several BAFTA afterparties with Joe instead. (x) (x)

Taylor Swift spotted caressing Joe Alwyn after sneaking into BAFTA dinner (x)

Determined to keep a low profile, Taylor swerved the main event at the Royal Albert Hall attended by the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and headed straight to the exclusive dinner at the swanky Grosvenor Hotel on Park Lane.

“Taylor and Joe spent most of the evening in the middle of the room near the head table and based on table 68. They were chatting to colleagues but Taylor didn’t hide her affection towards Joe. She was seen caressing his back as they chatted away to a pal. It was clear they were an item but Taylor appeared conscious not to make a big deal about her appearance - she was just there for a good time rather than working like she would have to at the Grammys. Taylor didn’t leave Joe’s side all evening.”

Keen to keep a memento from the night, Taylor was seen taking home two pottery rabbit table decorations from her table.

Taylor talked to a Grazia reporter about The Favourite and how proud she was of him. (x)

While Grazia chatted to Joe about working with Olivia Colman (‘She was amazing,’ he gushed), Taylor appeared and gave him a congratulatory squeeze. ‘I was watching the show from home,’ she told us. ‘Every time The Favourite won another award, I was just squealing! I couldn’t believe it,’ she continued. ‘It’s so great for him – and it’s his first time coming to the BAFTAs, so it’s exciting. It’s a big deal.’ The singer, who is currently filming Cats, added how ‘proud’ she was of Joe’s success.

They were seen leaving the Vogue / Tiffany & Co afterparty. (video) (x)

February 12th – In an interview with ET, Rebel Wilson is asked whether she’s seen Joe on the set of CATS. (x)

“I haven’t! I have met him, but not on set.”

February 22nd – Taylor and Joe attend the CAA Oscars pre-party in West Hollywood. (x)

February 23rd – The Mirror publishes an article about Olivia Colman and Taylor becoming friends through Joe. (x)

A source revealed: “After the Baftas Taylor sang up a storm with Olivia Colman, Joe and Melissa McCarthy too at a London hotel. They had their own room and Olivia and Taylor were behaving like best buddies.Taylor thinks Olivia is amazing, she loves her and the sing song wasn’t a one off.” The insider added: “They have already made plans for Oscar week. They’re going to have a rerun of the karaoke night and Olivia has even been to Taylor and Joe’s LA home too.”

February 24th – Taylor and Joe hang out with Martha, Camila Cabello and Matthew Hussey at the Vanity Fair Oscars afterparty.

Video of them at the Fox afterparty.

“Taylor Swift made a surprise appearance with her boyfriend, The Favourite star Joe Alwyn. As the party wound down, Swift and Alwyn were overheard contemplating late-night karaoke with Alwyn’s co-star Nicholas Hoult.”

(via Vanity Fair)

February 25th – Joe posts a photo taken in Taylor’s LA house.

March 3rd – Taylor and Joe are seen hiking together in the Santa Monica mountains. (video)

A picture he took of her is later included in the Lover photoshoot. (x)

March 6th – Taylor drops an ELLE article titled “30 Things I Learned Before Turning 30.″ (x)

How to fight fair with the ones you love. Chances are you’re not trying to hurt the person you love and they aren’t trying to hurt you. If you can wind the tension of an argument down to a conversation about where the other person is coming from, there’s a greater chance you can remove the shame of losing a fight for one of you and the ego boost of the one who “won” the fight. I know a couple who, in the thick of a fight, say “Hey, same team.” Find a way to defuse the anger that can spiral out of control and make you lose sight of the good things you two have built. They don’t give out awards for winning the most fights in your relationship. They just give out divorce papers.

Apologizing when you have hurt someone who really matters to you takes nothing away from you. Even if it was unintentional, it’s so easy to just apologize and move on. Try not to say “I’m sorry, but...” and make excuses for yourself. Learn how to make a sincere apology, and you can avoid breaking down the trust in your friendships and relationships.

For too long, the projected opinions of strangers affected how I viewed my relationships. Whether it was the general internet consensus of who would be right for me, or what they thought was “couples goals” based on a picture I posted on Instagram. That stuff isn’t real. For an approval seeker like me, it was an important lesson for me to learn to have my OWN value system of what I actually want.

Playing mind games is for the chase. In a real relationship or friendship, you’re shooting yourself in the foot if you don’t tell the other person how you feel, and what could be done to fix it. No one is a mind reader. If someone really loves you, they want you to verbalize how you feel. This is real life, not chess.

April 17th – Emma Roberts and Garrett Hedlund (Joe’s Billy Lynn co-star) visit Joe and Taylor at their LA place. (x)

April 24th – Taylor sends @/daylightanna – a family friend of the Alwyns – reputation merch and a signed photo for her birthday. (x)

April 26th – Taylor posts a video of her cat Benjamin Button, and Joe’s hand is clearly visible at the start of the clip. (x)

April 30th – In the ME! behind the scenes video where Taylor meets Benji, she says she has to “get on the phone” before she can adopt him. (x)

May 1st – In an interview with iHeartRadio Canada, Taylor is asked about how she chose Benji’s name. (x)

What made you decide to go with the name Benjamin Button?

I really liked the movie Benjamin Button.

Okay, that’s a good answer.

And Benjamin Button in the movies is such a good guy, you know? He’s always doing the right thing.

May 2nd – The day after the BBMAs, Taylor leaves Las Vegas for London.

May 4th – Taylor is seen in Notting Hill (again).

May 15th – Taylor is interviewed on The Ellen Show, and at one point Ellen says to the audience, “We have to take a break, and then uh, we’re gonna come back and she’s gonna talk all about her boyfriend!” (video)

May 21st – Taylor leaves LA for London, and then she and Joe fly to France the next day.

May 24th – Taylor and Joe are seen out in Paris together. (x)

They visit the Pont Neuf Bridge and the Square du Vert-Galant, where scenes from the Begin Again music video were filmed.

They also went to the Grand Palais on the same trip.

Joe posts these photos that Taylor took.

May 25th – In an interview with NRJ Paris, Taylor was asked what she would do if her boyfriend forgot her birthday. (x)

“Wouldn’t happen. I don’t know how to react to something that is an impossibility. I’m so loud about my birthday, you couldn’t miss it.”

May 25th – Taylor likes and reblogs this chain post.

May 26th – Taylor posts photos from her hotel room that Joe most likely took.

May 31st – Taylor and Joe go on a double date with Rob Pattinson and Suki Waterhouse at San Vicente Bungalows in LA. (x)

The San Vicente Bungalows is an exclusive members-only club and has a "no phones, no pictures, no social media, no talking about other members-policy." So it truly is the perfect place for two private couples to have a double date out.

Other people still saw Swift, Alwyn, Pattinson, and Waterhouse, and one onlooker told Us Weekly that the date happened. It was good fun. "The four were laughing and talking" all night, the onlooker said. "They were at a table, just the four of them. Rob and Taylor were across from each other."

June 12th – Katy Perry posts a photo from Taylor’s place, and a blurry polaroid of Joe and Benji can be seen in the corner.

June 19th – Taylor leaves NYC and flies to London.

June 27th – Taylor films the BBC Children In Need documentary and says she got involved because Olivia Colman reached out to Joe.

(via taylorswifth)

Olivia talks about how she managed to get Taylor to show up and surprise Shaun. (x)

“Taylor Swift goes out with a very lovely fella, Joe Alwyn, who I did a job with. And I did a very cheeky text at him and went, ‘Do you think Taylor will come along and surprise Shaun Dooley?’”

June 29th – kingkeir tweets about Taylor renting a place near London Zoo.

July 2nd – Taylor, Martha, Ashley and the HAIM sisters go on vacation to the St Thomas Virgin Islands. (x)

July 6th – Joe finishes filming A Christmas Carol, the same day Taylor and her friends are papped flying back to the US. They presumably meet up in New York the next day.

July 10th – Taylor performs at the Amazon Prime Day Concert in NYC. Throughout the show–and especially during Delicate–she kept looking and pointing at Joe, who was sitting in the soundbooth. (video)

In Ashley’s IG story, Gigi says “Taylor can’t stop looking at him!” and she replies “here text him!” (video)

July 11th – The day after the Prime Concert, they fly from NYC to London.

July 13th – Taylor and Joe were reportedly seen at Starbucks in Muswell Hill.

July 16th – In a radio interview with KIIS 1065, Katy Perry talks about ending her feud with Taylor. (x)

“I started seeing her around at like the Oscar parties when she was accompanying her boyfriend and I just went up to her and I was like 'hey, you know it's been a long time and I think we've grown up a little bit and I just wanted to say I'm sorry.”

July 18th – Taylor and Joe fly to Manchester, and it’s pretty likely that this photo (posted on July 26) was from this trip, because it was taken at the Peak District and that’s an hour long drive from Manchester.

July 20th – Joe and Taylor arrive in LA.

July 24th – Taylor likes this post.

July 23rd – Taylor films the Lover music video in LA. Joe and Andrea are seen sitting together on set. (x)

July 25th – Riley Knoxx posts a vlog on her YouTube channel about her experience of being in the YNTCD video. She talks about her conversations with Taylor on-set, and how Taylor showed her photos of her with Joe. (x)

“We talked about everything, from whether we want kids or not, [Taylor] showed me videos of her cats and her boyfriend, who she’s rarely seen with, but she’s showing me, you know, the pictures.”

July 30th – In an interview with Cosmopolitan, Rebel Wilson is asked whether she got some dating tips from Taylor while they were filming CATS. (x)

“She’s in a pretty committed relationship now, so it didn’t really come up.”

August 2nd – London secret sessions are held.

Taylor name dropped Joe when explaining Cruel Summer, confirming that it’s about him. (x)

She also talks to theirgetawaycar about spending Christmas in Ireland, which stacks because we know she spent the holidays with Joe and their families at Glin Castle.

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drawlfoy · 3 years

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snake for a badger

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pairing: hufflepuff!reader x draco

request? nope this was something that i came up with myself but low key i had quite a few hufflepuff requests that i never attended to and i wanted to give the hufflepuffs some love (my longest fics have had either ravenclaw or gryffindor readers, so this is your moment y’all...if you’re a slytherin then i’ll have something coming up for you soon ;))

summary: 6th year hufflepuff y/n y/l/n doesn’t know if she be afraid of draco malfoy after her friends warn her about his potential status as a death eater...and the fact that he keeps showing up to save her isn’t helping. THIS IS A TEASER!!!! for a much longer oneshot that’s currently in progress!!

warnings: teen drinking, secondhand embarrassment, swearing

a/n: important note that THIS IS A TEASER. i honestly have no idea how the entire oneshot is going to look (even though i assume that this isn’t exactly a one shot if there’s this added onto it). i’m not even sure if this is going to be a scene--it’s just the very first thing i wrote for it, and i liked it. i feel like draco’s character in this is really tricky because i haven’t yet decided how “ooc” i want him to be. i just really liked this idea and i’ve always had the image of y/n saving draco in this particular movie scene. let me know your thoughts!

no music recs, this is just a teaser

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Her shoes dug into the back of her heels as she tried to keep up with Ginny around the corner.

“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing those...torture devices,” the red-haired witch said without adjusting her stride in the slightest. Y/N was tempted to just rip them off then and there and attend Slughorn’s party barefoot and carefree, but she knew better. It was in her best interest to try and get on the good side of the professors. Even though she had no intention of holding an office in the Ministry or becoming an Auror, she still wanted a good scroll of recommendation from her Potions professor. Especially considering his connections.

“Why don’t you just spell the back of them soft?” asked Ginny. “That’s what Parvati does. At least, I think that’s what she does. I don’t know how else she’s able to wear them with her uniform every day.”

“She doesn’t know the first thing about shoes.” Y/N winced the tip of her heel wobbled for a moment in between the cobblestones. “Once you spell a shoe soft, they’re never the same again. They’re ruined. At least, that’s what my mother has always told me--she swears by that balm stuff I keep on my nightstand.”

“Ah, Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m glad she’s not here to see me. I think she would demand that I pay with my life for my outfit today.”

Y/N managed a smile. “Hey. You know she likes you. I think so, at least.”

They rounded the corner, and this time Ginny was kind enough to steady Y/N as they made their way up the final flight of stairs. “I don’t know how you’re going to make it through the whole night, Y/N. I bet you wish you’d taken up Nott’s offer to be your date this time, huh? Now that you don’t have anyone to lean on if your feet get too tired?”

“There’s something called taking my shoes off if they hurt too much,” she responded. “And I could never regret that--I know he only did it because his mother told him to. Something about a favor for my mother after we saved her at a gala, I’m sure.”

“Also the fact that Millie would crucify you if she saw you with him.”

Y/N laughed. “That too. Imagine being a Hufflepuff who accidentally put a target on her back…”

“You’d be dead.”

“But very, very stylish. And if I died, my feet wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Ginny tutted at her. “So morbid.”

The staircase had finally turned to their stop, and before the two girls had a chance to get off, Y/N heard a voice call out for her companion.

“Ginny! Hey, Ginny!”

“Harry!”

She pulled Y/N up the last few steps and deposited her safely on the corridor platform before bounding off towards Harry and Luna at the opposite end of the hall. They must’ve come from a different direction. “I’ll catch up with you at the party, ok?”

Y/N just beamed at her friend as she closed the difference between her and Harry, pulling both him and Luna around the corner towards the music and sound of the party. If it was anyone else, she might’ve been offended, but she knew how much Harry meant to her. Even if Ginny didn’t know it yet. And Y/N would not, under any circumstance, slow her friend down because of her poor footwear choices.

She dusted her dress off before making her way further down the hall. It was slower going without the prospect of a steadying hand next to her, but it was getting easier. Maybe the balm she’d used on the leather really was softening with each step she took like it said on the box.

Before she lifted the curtain to walk into the jovial evening, a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Platinum blond hair--the type that only belonged to one person she knew.

“Malfoy?”

His head snapped up from its previous spot on his knees that were folded up on the floor. The Slytherin was obscured by the darkness and the dividing wall that had been erected in the corridor, but Y/N was completely sure of what she was seeing.

She crept closer, inwardly cringing at the sound her heels made as they clacked across the stones.

“Need anything, Y/L/N?” he drawled. Once she was close enough to see his face clearly, his expression made it clear that he was not in a good mood. Not like he ever was, though.

“Why are you...er...just sitting here?” Fuck. She sounded so ditzy.

“Enjoying my Friday night.”

“Oh...ok.” Y/N swallowed. “You were invited to Slughorn’s party?”

He shrugged.

Her mouth felt dry. Obviously, he hadn’t been invited. Slughorn was notorious for wanting to keep a squeaky clean image, and entertaining the idea of inviting a Death Eater’s son was...out of question. And he never tried in his class anymore.

She dared another look down at him and nearly squeaked when she saw him staring directly back at her. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve at least told him goodbye or goodnight, but her words completely failed her. Instead, she just stared back, completely frozen.

She couldn’t help it. Ever since last fall, she couldn’t act normal around him to save her life. Not after...that.

A cat meowed in the distance, breaking whatever was paralyzing her.

“I...I have to go. I think that’s Filch.”

He said nothing--just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was expecting something from her. She spun and walked as quickly as she could manage without breaking an ankle.

“What took you so long, Y/N?” Ginny asked the moment the curtain fell behind her, closing her back into the party. The tent that was magically set up was much more spacious than she was expecting, and the lime and peach coloring was surprisingly bright and cheery.

“I...uh…”

Her explanation was cut short by the sound of the entrance curtain being shoved aside with so much force that the nearest tables shook, the fine china clattering.

Filch stood in front of them, holding a very peeved looking Draco Malfoy by the scruff of his neck. “Found this boy loitering around outside. I don’t imagine that he’s been invited to your party here.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Professor Snape appeared to her left, his robes billowing black behind him as he made his way towards the pair.

“Ok, ok, I admit it, I wasn’t--”

“Draco! Where have you been?”

The words were out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think of the heavy, heavy regret that weighed down at her the moment they were spoken--not to mention the foreign feeling of the name “Draco” instead of Malfoy on her tongue. The tension in the room was tangible as Y/N took a few tentative steps forward. Snape whipped around to glare at her with a look that contained so much venom that it nearly stunned her.

“Miss Y/L/N? What’s going on?” Her sweet Potions professor materialized behind her. Y/N felt a twinge in her gut at what she was about to say--if she followed through, he probably wouldn’t ever give her the scroll of recommendation she wanted. “Did you invite him?”

Oh well. Here goes.

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes. He’s my...uh...date tonight.”

Ginny spun around and sent her a death glare that said oh you are so telling me about this right now.

Filch released his grip on Malfoy’s neck, shoving him forward into the crowd. Y/N met his eyes for a brief second, and the only emotion she could register was shock. And anger.

“Fine. Dumbledore will be hearing about this, though. And tell your date to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas.”

With that, the curtain fell back and Filch was gone, leaving Y/N in the throes of her own despair. Malfoy was just a few feet away from her now, standing in all his gloomy glory. And she’d just told everyone that he was her date.

The music started up again, the strings echoing around the still room. A few couples hesitantly started dancing again, and the roar of conversation slowly picked back up to where it left off. Y/N and Malfoy were the only ones not doing something...coupley.

“So,” said Malfoy. The sigh that followed was completely unreasonable. “I think you’re supposed to tell me to stop breaking curfew in restricted areas sometime soon.”

She gulped. “Yeah. That.”

He held out his hand, slow and gingerly like he was about to touch a hot stove. Y/N just gawked at it.

“We should probably dance. Or something. I don’t think you’re being a very believable date right now.”

Y/N grabbed his hand and let him pull her into the mess of couples. It felt like her mind had taken a complete vacation. What had happened? How had this night ended up this way? “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she started.

“Yeah, well, me neither.” He was practiced and comfortable as he guided her through the steps of whatever waltz was playing. Y/N never paid much attention when she was young to the dance lessons that her parents painstakingly put her through--and it was clear from how much she needed to depend on him. Her shoes didn’t help,

“Ginny is going to fucking kill me,” she said suddenly.

“You think?” he said, his tone flat. “Why’d you say I was your date? Were you that desperate for someone?”

“I…” The words died on her tongue as she tried to get them out. Malfoy spun her as she clung to the silk lapel of his suit, hanging on for dear life as her heels teetered. “You know why.”

If he had any strong thoughts on the matter, he didn’t let it show on his face. He simply let his gaze flicker down at her for a second before he dipped her. “You know, in my world we don’t really return favors. If I were you, I would stop trying to repay me. There’s no point.”

“There doesn’t need to be one. I just…”

“Just worry about yourself, okay? I don’t need you to be stirring up your own drama with fruitless attempts to pay me back. I’m perfectly capable on my own.”

“I’m not doubting how capable you are! I’m just being a fair person!”

“Nothing about any of this is fair,” he snipped. “It doesn’t matter what you do. You’re not going to set anything right. You should know better, anyways. You shouldn’t be trying to help me. I’m surprised Potter isn’t teaching you this.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot while the song slowly creaked to the end. “Malfoy--”

“I’m going to get us drinks.” He dropped her hand and was gone before another word could leave her lips.

It took Ginny no more than a minute to have her friend cornered in a quiet spot of the tent, her eyes glittering. “When were you going to tell me that you were going to ask Malfoy to be your date?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N told her. She decided that she might as well be truthful. “I just felt bad for him. Snape seemed like he was in a bad mood, and I don’t want to put him through that. I don’t want to put anyone through that.”

“Ugh, you are such a Hufflepuff,” her friend groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re kind to a fault sometimes, you know.”

“What’s the harm, Gin?” asked Y/N. “He can’t hurt me. He’s not all that bad. He’s just a prat sometimes.”

“Can’t hurt you--oh, dear.” Ginny let out a shaky breath and ran her fingers through her hair, messing up the pinned portions. Y/N resisted the urge to cringe at the sight. “Hasn’t Harry told you? You need to stay away from Malfoy. He’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” increduled Y/N. “No way. He’s all bark, no bite. The worst thing he’s going to do is tell me that Hufflepuffs are stupid or something.”

“Y/N.” The intensity of Ginny’s voice made her snap to attention. “You really don’t know, do you? I can’t tell you now. But I’m sure Harry will later. Just...promise me you won’t let him get you alone? Ok? And please don’t do any other favors for him. You’ll understand later.”

They both turned at the sound of a male clearing his throat. Malfoy stood, uncomfortable and broody, carrying two goblets. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, not at all!” said Ginny, weirdly cheery. She leaned in, feigning to kiss Y/N’s cheek goodbye, but instead she whispered, “Don’t drink that.” And then she was gone.

“Trouble in paradise with Weaselette?” he asked.

She took the goblet and faked taking a sip. “Er, no. Why do you ask?”

“You look awfully pale, my dear.”

“It’s just the draft,” she told him, but in truth she knew that her face was suddenly flaming red again.

“Hm.” He, on the contrary, took a real, genuine sip out of his goblet. “Want to sit down somewhere? I’m thinking I probably going to want to get out of here soon.”

“To each their own,” responded Y/N. She was slowly becoming warier after Ginny’s speech. There’s no way he would...no...not after what he did for her. “I’m staying around until I get Slughorn to talk to me, personally. I want him to really like me.”

“That old bat? I’m sure he already likes you, if he’s inviting you here and all.”

“I don’t think he likes me, per se. I think he just likes who my family rubs elbows with.”

A rare smile stretched across Malfoy’s face, but it didn’t seem sweet. “Ah, I remember your family now. If I recall correctly, your mother used to come do fittings for my mother?”

“Um, yeah. I believe so.” Y/N attempted to smile back, but something in her felt...off. What didn’t she know about Malfoy? Was he actually capable of hurting her? Did he want to hurt her?

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Malfoy said after a few beats of silence. “Unless you’d like to join my thrilling pursuits with breaking curfew in restricted areas, I’d better be off.”

“Malfoy…” Y/N started. She had no idea what else to tell him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, sending her another one of those sly smiles that made her stomach turn. “Enjoy the rest of your night, alright?”

She made a sorry attempt to smile back. He kept looking down at her, so intently that it made her uncomfortable. He was thinking--about what, she couldn’t determine. But clearly it was something, and the gears were turning.

“May I suggest something?” His eyes glinted in the dim party lighting. Malfoy seemed to take her silence and wide-eyed stare as a yes, leaning in closer so quickly that she didn’t even have a chance to spring away.

“You’re supposed to swallow when you fake drinking something.”

He plucked the goblet out of her hand and took a sip, raising an eyebrow at her as if to say see?

Even long after he was gone, she could still feel his hot breath on her neck and hear the way his whispered voice sounded in her ear.

final a/n: hehe here i am 1 minute late!! probably later once i get all my links set up/copy paste all my tags but here it is! this is a TEASER! so remember that! i hope to get the real oneshot out sometime after i get wonders of ohio p 10 out. let me know if this is something you guys want to read/if you like this version of draco. i rlly want to write a flirtier draco because i think we could all use that right now

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfic #draco malfoy fanfic #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco #draco malfoy

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lol hey fh pr au anon again, and like really thinking about the cases where one of the kids have to pilot the jaeger alone bc their co pilot is down for whatever reason. like the strain it must put on their mind. adaine doing it once in the final fight w aelwyn and getting grey hairs. riz doing it not once but TWICE (the wicklaw fight and the final fight) and having issues with controlling his nervous system. truly this au is sooo good ngl i kinda imagine it as 90% pacific rim and 10% eva just because of how these kaiju sound sooooo horrifying (in the best way)

i think in this au the people who've solo piloted are:

arthur aguefort

i think no one knows who aguefort's co-pilot was, except for ayda and the original pilots, but in my head it was his wife/partner. ayda's mom. i think that's why ayda doesn't talk about it, is because she's bitter that being a pilot took both her mother away from her at a young age, and the emotional and physical trauma of having his partner die while in the drift made her father a very absent man. i think the specific effect it had on him was that it mimicked/triggered early onset dementia. while he was still able to head the program, it was with the help of pok, for a while, then sandra lynn. he tended to not always stay grounded in what was happening and get "unstuck in time", mentally. the bad kids have never really seen him act different than the highly eccentric man they know, but i think sandra lynn and ayda have a really good talk about it after everything is over. he has a close relationship with kristen since she's the one that handles his care and meds and she never treats him with kid gloves

riz

riz solo pilots during the flayer fight. flayer rips straight through the cockpit, detaching fabian from his spinal clamp as well as incredibly damaging his eye. its enough to make him go into shock. riz not only finishes the fight, but has to crawl the jaeger back home, with half the cockpit torn out and fabian dangling out the side, tangled in the wiring. fabian was connected just enough that riz could see the ground swinging below him like an afterimage. afterwards, fabian doesn't really remember a lot of what happened, but riz does. he's the one that gets weird about heights after that. and by "weird" i mean that his body starts to feel shock-like symptoms whenever he looks out a tall window. like an afterimage. the only reason anyone lets them back in a jaeger is because the world might end if they dont

fabian

kalvaxus grabs the gilded spyglass and drops it from a mile up. the ground rushing towards them and the sheer force of wind through the cracked hull is enough to steal riz's breath straight from his lungs. he's not even conscious to put on the oxygen mask. within the span of two fights, fabian goes from seeing out of four eyes to just one. with a combination of burning all their thruster fuel and wedging their sword in the tower of a bridge, he manages to stop them from being completely destroyed when they hit the water. the whole time, in the back of his mind, he feels riz dreaming about pok. solo piloting, and piloting with one eye, completely fries fabian's proprioceptive sense. he does a lot of music therapy, after. dancing. that's how he relearns it. learns to keep his feet under him again, where all his limbs go, how close everything is. it never goes anywhere, no matter how hard they tease adaine about it, but aelwyn is his partner for a lot of these classes. it takes a very long time for fabian to feel just in his body again, and not constantly take into account both riz and their jaeger. in the drift, he sees in 3d. he has to get used to everything going flat

aelwyn

during the final fight, adaine chases the rabbit. their cockpit fills with water. she chokes. not literally, but that's what she was seeing. the thing about the drift is that whats in your head is just as real as anything else. so when kalvaxus takes a massive claw and holds them under the ocean, and the oxygen warning starts flashing, adaine just goes. aelwyn sees their fight with mother and father, can feel the storm oracle begin to flood in their shared neural link. she's angry. and she knows adaine can feel it. she knows it's only making things worse. when adaine starts to see mother and father - not the kaiju, but their real, human, somehow far more terrifying parents - aelwyn knows the tougher fight is not kalvaxus, not kalina or nightmare, but getting adaine back from this. the anger fades. something else takes its place. protection. just pure, unfiltered protective instinct. and she fights. she fights with one half of her mind in their childhood and one half at the end of the world. she calls the play with kalvaxus. she blasts nightmare with a jet of coolant. and the whole time, she talks. she talks to adaine. reminds her where they are, what they're doing, who they're with. she manages to get adaine back just in time for both of them to blast nightmare with a plasma cannon, right into moonlit werewolf's arms. afterwards, they sit on the demolished bridge, waiting for kristen to come back up. and she holds adaine. she holds on tight. the consequences come in aches and pains that never really go away. in weak muscles and shaky steps. nerve damage. some problem with her brain stem. she pours all her learning into prosthetics and tries not to think about it too much. its easier to be distracted

kristen

kristen doesn't really talk about what happened, after she ejected tracker from the moonlit werewolf and went through the breach by herself. she'll laugh about it. oh, it was crazy shit, man. you wouldn't even believe. but she never really explains. she was conscious for enough of it that she managed to blow the nuclear reactor and bring the whole breach down while her pod ejected and flew through back to their ocean. they don't know when the fragmented horn of nightmare pierced her chest. how long she stayed awake afterwards. they try to talk to her. crazy shit, she'll say, and that's all. only sometimes it's like she just disappears. goes glassy in the eyes and stares for a long time, like she's somewhere very far away. they don't know if the dissociation is physical or mental, because she won't get checked out. ptsd, jawbone says. seizures, says ayda. the ironic part is that kristen herself is usually the person they would go to to find out. crazy shit, man, she says. crazy shit

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #the bad kids #pacific rim au #LISTEN IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT SOLO PILOTING AND THE CONSEQUENCES YOURE GONNA GET SOME ANGST!!!!!#I WAS A FUCKING WHUMP WRITER IF YOU WANT THERE TO BE REPERCUSSIONS FOR THE MENTAL AND PHYSICAL DAMAGE OF BEING A PILOT #THEN THAT IS WHAT I SHALL GIVE YOU #one foot in real life one foot in pacific rim au #yall are too good to me

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Running Up That Hill

Rated: M || Hurt/Comfort, RST || Words: 2k+ || tagging @today-in-fic

In "Sein Und Zeit," Scully stays to comfort Mulder after he learns the truth about his mother's death. This fills in the blanks before Skinner knocks on the door the next morning. (Written for the XF Fanfic Exchange)

The gentle babble of water from the fish tank.

The rustic creak of the desk chair.

The shaky exhale of a broken man.

Her mind kept repeating the horrible words she delivered just as Mulder was trying to rationalize what happened to his mother. It was more blunt than Scully would have liked. In an instant she watched the tidal wave sweep away any sense of calm or clarity. The torrent of anger and grief beat against the fragile wall he desperately tried to maintain. He fell apart; shielded himself from her. She kneeled down and reached for him, felt her own tears prick at the corners of her eyes. His arms draped over her shoulders and she pulled him close, a hand resting on his neck to ground him. Soft lips tenderly kissed his cheek as he sobbed.

Scully traced her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, working small circles in an attempt to soothe the tension. She pressed her cheek against Mulder’s temple feeling the heat radiate off his skin. His convulsions slowed to smaller tremors. His hold on her started to loosen; strong arms that enveloped her twitched as they softened. He pushed back with eyes closed and took a much needed breath of air, a weak hand settled on her upper arm. Her palm gently moved to his damp cheek, brushing away a tear with her thumb. Mulder slowly opened his eyes and reached up to take her hand, bringing it to his lips. He endeavored to stand and Scully rose to her feet with him.

“Mulder?”

“I’m going to need a minute,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse. She nodded and watched him walk to the bedroom. After he closed the door slightly a ragged exhale escaped her lips. Her shoulders shrugged off her jacket and she searched in the pocket for her phone. The device felt heavy in her hand and she quickly dialed the number with her thumb. She paced towards the entryway, hearing a single ring in her ear and the outgoing message queued up.

“This is Walter Skinner. I am unable to take your call, please leave me a message.”

*beep*

“Sir, it’s Scully,” she swallowed hard, “I’m sorry to call, I’m not really sure what time it is. But um — I’m here with Agent Mulder. He is very distraught and I really think it’s best that he step down from this case. He needs some time,” she closed her eyes and firmly pressed her lips together, “I’ll stay tonight to keep an eye on him. I’m not sure when we’ll — I’ll be at the office tomorrow.” She disconnected the call and rested the edge of the phone against her chin.

A quick survey of the living room noted an empty pizza box on the coffee table along with food wrappers and laundry on the couch that hadn’t been put away. Mulder basically came back from his mother’s house and entrenched himself in the room. Trying hard to find an explanation, waiting for her autopsy results to have proof that someone else was responsible. Scully moved to his desk and straightened up some of the items that had fallen over. Pens and pencils were placed back in a cup, sunflower seeds were brushed into a pile. As she rested a picture frame back on its easel she frowned at the sight of a brown haired girl with an innocent smile sitting on a jungle gym. Samantha. The picture used to live on Mulder’s desk and fortunately found its way home before their office fire a few years ago. Scully was suddenly overcome with sadness, her lip trembled and she fought back a sob. Her empathy for Mulder was overwhelming and she silently cried into her hands.

----

He sluggishly paced the floor in the bedroom with arms folded. He was exhausted and embarrassed. Mulder stepped into the bathroom and turned on the faucet feeling the water turn tepid before cupping his hands and splashing his face. He looked up at the mirror and saw the familiar puffiness under his eyes. He tugged at the lower lid and could see the network of bloodshot capillaries setting in. Mulder gripped the porcelain sink and hung his head, drops of water fell from his nose and chin into the basin. He snatched a hand towel from the ring on the wall and dried his face. A childhood memory started to play, images flickered into place like a zoetrope gaining speed. This was a memory he revisited more often than he liked. It was the summer of 1973, Rhode Island. The summer before Samantha was taken.

The house always had a familiar salty scent; it was practically baked into the wood panelling that covered the walls. Each summer seemed stronger than the last. Fox shooed his sister out of the bedroom they shared on the second floor. He wanted to finish the chapter he was reading before dinner. She stomped down the hall and down the stairs, scolding him. He heard a slam and figured she was being a brat as she went outside but then he heard his parents arguing. Fox leaned back against the pillow and tried to focus on his book. The voices got louder. He closed the novel, set it on the nightstand then went to investigate.

His hand slid along the wall as he slowly went down the steps. He stopped before reaching the landing when he heard his father shout about a choice being made. Fox crept closer, he had a partial view of the backyard through the large living room window. His mother argued back and gestured to the yard where Samantha was attempting a cartwheel. Bill stood still as Teena repeatedly beat a fist against his chest. Fox was alarmed at what he witnessed. His father simply turned and walked out of the room, his mother paused then followed to slam the door behind him and flip the lock. The house felt strangely quiet. Fox reached the last step as his mother brushed past and went out to the backyard. She stood on the deck, watching Samantha. He slowly went outside to join her. His mother stood with arms tightly folded and a distant stare. When he called out she jumped at his presence, sharply asking what he was doing there. Fox expressed concern but she brushed him off, throwing a comparison to his father then walking further into the yard. He was left to wonder why she was angry with him, looking on as she smiled and hugged Samantha tightly. Fox felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Mulder held the towel firmly against his face breathing in the clean linen scent, dissolving the memory. He then balled up the towel with a white-knuckle grip and growled as he delivered a blind punch to the bathroom door.

——

Scully sat in the leather chair near Mulder’s desk, her index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of her nose. Pinpoint pressure tried to counteract the headache forming behind her eyes. She suddenly heard a thud come from the bedroom and went to find the source. As she crossed the threshold another loud thump reverberated from behind the bathroom door.

“Mulder?” she asked, leaning an ear down to listen. There was a quick rush from the faucet before he emerged with a towel wrapped around his hand.

“Are you alright?”

“A little physical therapy,” he replied, flexing his fingers then squeezing them into his palm with a wince. “Never would have made it as a boxer.”

“Let me take a look,” she said, moving closer to take his hand. He released his grip as she slid the damp towel away. “Oh Mulder,” her brow furrowed at the angry skin across his knuckles. In the dim light she knew the abrasion would look worse tomorrow. She grazed her thumb over the tops of his fingers and she felt the slightest squeeze. Mulder then pulled away and went to sit on the bed. Scully turned to the bathroom and searched his medicine cabinet for an antiseptic. Luckily he wised up to her insistence of keeping a rudimentary first aid kit. She told him once that she couldn’t be a night nurse all the time, which resulted in a playful pout.

The sharp smell of alcohol pierced his nostrils as he watched Scully dab a cotton ball against his knuckles.

“It was stupid. I know.”

“I wasn’t going to say a damn thing,” she said, adjusting her position next to him. He sighed deeply and shook his head.

“I can’t stop looking, Scully.”

“You can’t, or won’t?” It was a soft-spoken honest question but Mulder didn’t want to answer it. He bristled and took back his hand then rose from the bed. “Don’t do this,” she cautioned, looking up at him.

“Why not,” he replied, then walked out of the bedroom. She quickly stood and followed him. He moved through the living room and went to the kitchen, searching for a bottle of vodka he had stashed on a shelf. Scully joined him right as he was pouring a glass.

“I was thinking,” he began after a beat, “my mother never got closure. She just had to live with the decision that she and my father made all those years ago.” He took a long drink and continued. “I wonder if she just assumed Samantha was dead. Made herself believe it so she could move on. I can’t do that, Scully, I can’t just move on. I need that closure. I need to know I’ve done all I can to find out what happened to her.” Mulder finished off the glass and poured another. Scully saw the turmoil on his face, he stared at the tumbler and gripped it tightly. His tongue slowly dragged against his lower lip, pulling it into his teeth. He tipped back the short glass feeling the burn from the vodka coat his throat.

“I can’t stop thinking about that kid, what her parents are going through. Amber Lynn deserves better. Her parents deserve better.” He reached for the bottle and doubled the amount from the previous pour. “Mom thought I could help, she wanted me to help these people. She had given up.” Mulder rambled in a soft voice then took a sip. The sense of defeat was choking the air in the already congested kitchen. “I never called her back. She called when I was out in California and I said I would talk to her later; but I never did.”

Scully brushed at her cheeks, an ache stung her chest as she remembered the last voicemail she left for Melissa. She came to Mulder’s side and placed her hand over his, easing it down to the counter and taking the glass. He watched her kiss the rim and finish off the vodka without even a tic. She moved closer, arms finding a familiar hold around his waist. Scully searched for something to say but knew it would fall on deaf ears. There was warmth from his hand on her back, fingers splayed as he encouraged her to move even closer. She felt a little selfish seeking his comfort when he was on an emotional razor’s edge.

“I’m so sorry, Mulder,” she finally said into his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in her ear. She felt his hand move up to the back of her neck, gently lacing his fingers in her hair. His head dipped down to rest next to hers. Scully pushed back and met his tired gaze, mist clouded her vision until a flutter of eyelashes released a tear down her cheek. There was a shine to his hazel eyes as he searched her face; seeking that touchstone, that totem, that knowledge that he would be okay. He bent closer and kissed her, the taste of alcohol lingered on her lips. She kissed back without hesitation, not wanting to break the gossamer thread that drew them together. Grief and loss were motivators, driving two souls faster into each other’s arms.

Hands traced familiar paths but triggered new sensations. Primal arousal swirled like a maelstrom and the worn leather couch was a safe harbor. Mulder needed to feel skin on skin and his hand slid underneath her shirt, grazing across her taut abdomen. Scully arched her back as she tugged his soft t-shirt, releasing it from the waist of his jeans. Their lips met again leading the way for tongues to mingle and dance. She wanted to help him forget. Her hands began to undo her pants, inching them down over the curve of her hips. Mulder pressed back and fumbled with his jeans. He balanced on one knee sinking lower into the couch cushion and watched her slide back, a fiery aura glowed in the dim light of the room. Before he could think, she was on top of him; hot breath against the side of his neck, arms framed the side of his face as her body pressed against his. He met the rhythm of her hips.

“Use me to forget,” she whispered. He moaned at the request, pressing fingertips harder into her soft curves. Skin to skin. Romance would come another time, tonight played host to half-dressed biological urges desperately seeking a release. Her knees clamped tightly to his sides as a shudder rolled down her body; pain and pleasure written on her face. Leather stretched underneath them, friction caused a deeper patina to the vintage cushions.

“Fuck me, Mulder,” her voice broke as the threshold reached its maximum. His nails dug into her lower back, her teeth gnashed at his earlobe as his momentum increased. Short, ragged breath was shared between them. Syllables bounced around but couldn’t form words. Scully gasped and bit her lower lip as the dam broke. She was overcome, tears streamed down her face while he reached the peak. He cried out as he came, one final deep thrust. Her hand covered her eyes trying to control herself.

“I’m sorry. God I’m sorry, Scully,” he weakly pleaded as he kissed her damp cheeks and stroked her hair. His own emotions bubbled to the surface.

“It’s alright. It’s okay, it’s okay,” she managed to say through tears. Shame washed over him pulling him into an undertow and he sat up to hold her close, shifting her into his lap. She sobbed against his shoulder, empathy taking over once again. His strong embrace could have shattered her like a porcelain doll. She held him just as tightly.

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The bedroom was their quiet sanctuary. After cleaning up, Scully adjusted the bedclothes and guided him to the side of the bed. He laid down first, leaving room for her to curl up beside him. His arm draped over her waist catching the rise and fall of her form. She held his hand, placing a gentle kiss on his fingers.

Darkness allowed nightmares to invade his mind. Drenched in sweat he trembled next to her. Moans and cries caused her to stir. She reached for his shoulder, took him out of the midnight visions. Her voice comforted him and told him he was safe with her in his bed. This continued well into the night. She felt him get out of bed and heard the click of the bathroom door. The faucet ran as he coughed deeply, followed by the flush of the toilet. She lay on her back, waiting for him to return. When he crawled back into bed smelling of mint mouthwash, she gently rested her head on his chest.

Dawn arrived all too soon and just as she felt sleep was finally at hand, sunrise brought an unwelcome knock on the door. She ignored it at first, nuzzling back into the pillow that held his scent. He breathed peacefully beside her. The knock repeated. Scully shifted under Mulder’s arm and slipped out of bed, padding out to see who the culprit was. A flip of the lock and a turn of the knob open the door to Skinner standing on the doorstep. Scully then recalled the voicemail she left several hours ago. There were a thousand words he could have strung together when he saw her but he settled on the easiest one.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly when he noticed her disheveled hair and work shirt. She blinked and stood firm with her hand bracing the door.

“Hi,” she echoed.

“How is he?”

“It’s been a rough night for him,” her voice was raspy with the tones of early morning. Skinner had his own theories but immediately boxed them up when he saw the exhausted look on her face. Scully was fiercely protective of her partner and she knew he was there to talk about the LaPierre case. Her expression matched the concern in her voicemail that she really didn’t want Mulder involved. Right on cue Mulder entered the room, hovering close to Scully’s side. Skinner said that the LaPierre’s were asking to meet with him and that he booked plane tickets for later that morning. Mulder wordlessly nodded and retreated to the bedroom leaving Scully to request an additional ticket out to the west coast.

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pur-pled-aw-thor · 3 years

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Same House, Different Sides

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader(F)

Summary: Being friends with the Golden Trio has its perks and of course cons. Plus being in Slytherin means someone is against you or not.

W.C: 3.7k

Warning/s: bullying, mentions of blood, mentions of self-harm, a loved one passing away..(if I miss any or got something wrong correct me, I'm willing to learn.)

A/n: this story mentions self-harm and please, if you are thinking about it, don't. Your skin is beautiful, so beautiful that it doesn't need any scars. If you need to vent out my inbox is open, have a wonderful weekend! <3

Y/n’s POV

“Oi Y/l/n! I see you’re with Weaslebee, Mudblood, and Potter again!” I heard someone yelling behind us and I walked faster. The three caught up with my speed but he was faster. He went beside me, almost in front of me, and grabbed my arm.

“I’m talking to you, traitor!” He said and I shoved him off, “Stop it Malfoy! Can you just shut up for a day?! That would be helpful!” I shouted at him and continued to walk away, I didn’t look back or waited for the trio or an answer from Malfoy, I just wanted to go to our last class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts

I entered the room and sat in front. I aggressively took out my book and turned to the lesson we have today. The trio entered the room and sat beside me, while Malfoy and his posse sat behind us. I was about to move tables but Hermione held my arm and looked past me nodding. I looked beside me and the boys smiled.

“What is it you three?” I asked, “If anything more happens, we’ll beat him to a pulp.” Hermione whispered and I giggled. I tried to look behind us without suspicions and saw Malfoy and his goons talking too.

The pink frog lady came in and the room became quiet. Hermione and I exchanged looks and exhaled. She started talking more and more about basic spells and I started to doze off. Hermione nudged me and I came back to Earth.

“I hate this class, ever since she taught it.” I whispered and Hermione just shrugged her shoulders saying she’s also tired with the same spells being taught to us, “At least we get to do other spells after.” She said a hint of mischief in her tone. I smirked and made that into my inspiration.

We know something others don’t.

“Come on, Y/n! Hurry up!” I heard Ginny at the end of the hall and I started running. But before I reached the end, a person came out of nowhere and I groaned knowing who it is.

“Where are you going, traitor?” “None of your business, Malfoy,” I said passing by him, pushing him. “It’s my business you know!” He yelled and I stopped in my tracks. I let out a laugh and slowly turned towards him.

“How dare you say that. Who are you to ask my business?” He took steps so he was behind me to block my way, “I’m a member of the Inquisitorial Squad, and I’m here to make sure you won’t lose us house points. You’re not even helping make more house points if I might add.” He said crossing his arms, I rolled my eyes and walked past him. He grabbed me by my arm and I shoved him, harder than earlier.

“Can you just, go away and leave me alone!” I yelled and he was taken back, “Please.” I added this is the first time I shouted at someone that shocked the person. Everyone is used to my caring and loveable nature. They’re used to my bravery at standing up to Malfoy but no one ever knew I can yell at him.

Especially if it is because of anger.

“Y-y/n, I’m so-“ “What?! You’re sorry now?! Sorry, can’t fix 5 years of your bullying! Sorry, can’t fix your attitude! Sorry. Can’t. Fix. Anything!” I exclaimed, stepping towards him at every word but he backs away. When I made sure his back is against the wall, I started walking- no- running away. Tears brimming, breath shallowing, and mind fuzzing. Every step of the run made it seem it was my last.

I reached the room and noticed the others are lined up, Hermione and Ron in the middle, “Come on, Y/n! They’re about to duel!” I heard Ginny say and I dropped my bag, got my wand, and wiped away a tear.

The whole room was silent but it was dismissed by Hermione’s cast, “Stupefy!” I cheered and went to Hermione. Ron stood up and went to the twins, they’re looking at him not believing what he said.

We continued training and It got my mind to forget whatever happened before I got here, I stood aside and rest for a while. Looking around, seeing other students from different houses gather up to learn how to fight, made me realize we’re all fighting for the same reason. I smiled at them and went to Hermione, “’Mione, I think I need to rest for today. Tell Harry I’ll make sure I know the other spells next meeting.” I said and she looked at me like she knows something’s up but just nodded.

I got my bag and carefully opened the door, looking side to side to see if anyone was around. When the coast was clear I walked out and went to the library. ‘I know Malfoy won’t disturb me there.’ I thought and I turned a corner and entered the library. Madame Pince smiled at me and I went to my spot. Took out my essay and started it.

I got to the part where I can’t add more to it so I stood up and went to get more books for references. I got to the last shelves and saw the book but I heard someone talking, I know eavesdropping is bad but they’re talking about Harry so I can’t help it.

“I know Potter is hiding something and one of our own is joining him. I need to know.” “You want to know because she’s always with him or just to spite him?” I lost my focus to go back to my essay and leaned back on the shelves.

“I’m guessing you’re jealous.” One of them said and the first voice started babbling. “W-what n-no, why would I be jealous of Potter?” He said trying to fix his statement but failed. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re denying it.” The second voice said and the first one got irritated. “We saw you staring at the back of her head every time we sit behind them.” “That’s because her big head is blocking the way!” “Shhh!” we heard Madame Pince from the other side of the library and they hushed down.

“Here’s another one, you keep on teasing her and grabbing her if she’s ignoring you.” “Indicating you want her attention.” “And if you keep on denying, it will just go on forever, making you miserable for not saying a word.” The two exchanged lines and I realized something one of them said.

“If you both are saying I like traitor, keep wishing.” I turned around fast enough to push a few books off the shelves and dropping at the other side. I dropped the book and ran outside the library and towards the common room. I entered the room I share with the others and noticed they aren’t there. I sat down behind the door and locked it.

“I shouldn’t have eavesdropped,” I said and I hugged my knees trying to comfort myself.

“You shouldn’t be eavesdropping, Y/n!” “Calm down, Arteus.” “No, Mom! She’s been eavesdropping and you’re protecting her?” “She’s just a kid, Arteus.” “That’s what you always said to me, Father! But you still disciplined me! And why can’t I discipline her?” “That’s it! Arteus Y/l/n, you get out of this house and stay with your Aunt!” “No! I’m the heir!” the mood in the room is turning gloomy that smiling would be deemed inappropriate.

“You are just adopted! Your Last name is Lynn, your father was a mudbood and we just got you for the sake of our name! Now, I regret that decision. You are not allowed to use Y/l/n anymore!” the silence was deadly. Arteus stood up and walked away.

“Arteus, I’m so-“ “Sorry? Y/n, sorry can’t fix anything! Sorry, can’t clean up this mess. Because of you, this family is ruined!” “Get out Arteus!” Father is pointing his wand towards Arteus and he just laughed. “Sorry and lies? This family is nuts.” “Avada Kedavra!” “No! Arteus!” I ran towards his lifeless body and father walked away. Mother made me stand up and hugged me.

I heard someone knock on the door and I unlocked it letting one of my roommates in. I wiped the tear that was rolling down my cheek and sat down on my bed, “Have you finished the essay, Y/n?” she asked and I forgot my satchel and essay back at the library. “Oh, Merlin.” “What, what is it?” “I forgot my stuff back at the library,” I said and she’s confused.

“I was in a hurry,” I said scratching the back of my head. She looked at me and she knows something’s up. “I’ll just, get it. Wait for me?” “Yeah, sure hurry up, Y/n!” I heard her yell after me and I was already exiting the common room.

I ran towards the library but carefully went inside. I went to the table but it was gone. I asked Madame Pince and she said she never saw my stuff, I nodded and walked back towards the common rooms but I bumped into my roommate and she has my essay.

“There you are, somebody brought your stuff and I got your essay! This girl keeps on running off away from me.” I ran up the stairs and saw my satchel at the foot of my bed. ‘Guess she placed it inside.’ I looked inside if anything was missing but its complete. I placed it on my chair and sighed.

“Just think of a happy memory, any happy memory,” I said to myself and saw the other’s patronuses frolicking around. “What’s troubling you, Y/n?” I heard Luna’s voice and I smiled at her. “It’s hard for me to think of a happy memory, ‘cause you know,” I said pointing at my sweater and she tilted her head in confusion.

“You are still capable of having a happy memory, you just need to focus on the memory, not your house.” She said and I nodded. I closed my eyes and remembered every memory I have, with the trio, Ginny, the Twins… Arteus. I opened my eyes and cast my Patronus. It frolicked around with the others, I smiled and I felt a tear slide down. I immediately wiped it away and smiled harder.

‘I miss you Arteus.’ I lowered my wand and I felt a quake. I thought it was just me but everyone stopped what they were doing. We felt it again but this time the chandeliers are shaking. I went up front and it quaked again, stronger. Stronger that the glass shattered and the Twins raised their wand and I did too. Harry went closer and closer until there was a hole on the wall. I came closer to the hole and I heard her voice.

“I’ll make short work of this.” She raised her wand again, I pulled Harry and he pulled Creevey away from the hole, “Bombarda Maxima.” A huge explosion happened and it was a good thing we got out of the way. An enormous hole took over and we saw Umbridge, Filch, the Inquisitorial Squad, and Malfoy dragging Cho.

The others stared at Umbridge and Cho, while Malfoy and I stared at each other. He was shocked that I’m a part of this but my stare at him is anger, pure anger. I clenched my hands into fists that I forgot I’m still holding my wand, Luna noticed this and she tried to open my hands and she succeeded in opening the one with my wand, she took it and looked at it.

“Y/n, your hand is bleeding.” She whispered and I looked at the wand and down my hands. I hid it away but by the time I looked up, Percy is holding Harry and Cho while we are separated.

“Because of Cho, we’re in big trouble.” “She was under the influence of Veritaserum, Ronald.” Hermione and Ron looked at me confused and I just sighed. “Y/n do you know your hands are bleeding?” Ron pointed out and I looked at it, “We should bring you to the Infirmary. You might get an infection.” “It’s fine, I’ll go by myself, you guys wait for Harry to come back,” I said picking up my satchel and went to the direction of the Infirmary, but when I knew I was out of sight, I took a turn and went straight down the common room.

Most of the Slytherins are out, either celebrating the downfall of Harry, going around with Umbridge like lost puppies, or just studying. I stayed here and let my hands bleed. I looked at it and sighed.

“You really should be in the Infirmary you know. You might bleed to death.” I looked up and saw Malfoy, I rolled my eyes and just stared at the fireplace. “Me bleeding to death is marvelous, I want to be free from this hell hole,” I said and he sighed. He took off to his room and I heard him close the door.

When I thought that was the end of our discussion, I heard his door open again and closing, his footsteps, and him sitting beside me. “You are turning pale, Y/n.” He said and I felt his hand holding my wrist to raise my hand and carefully tended the wound.

He started to raise my sleeve but I retracted my arm away from him. “I just need to roll your sleeves up so it won’t get wet.” “I don’t wanna,” I said plainly and he placed the rag down and adjusted himself so I’m looking at him. “Is it me? Am I the cause?” he asked and I didn’t answer.

“Y-y/n, If I’m the cause te-“ “My brother, well, family. My family is the cause.” I can’t believe I’m telling him this. I gave him my hand again to finish with the wound, he carefully rolled the sleeves up and I heard a gasp from him.

“I was around 10 that time and my brother was just a graduate here at Hogwarts. He was special, he’s in Slytherin and no one suspected a thing that he was a muggle born. Well, a perk of being a Y/l/n, I guess. He was adopted by my parents because they couldn’t wait any longer for me to be born. They only adopted a muggle born because who would abandon a pure or half-blood right?” I said trying to remember their explanations. Malfoy moved to the other side and tended the other wound.

“Anyways, he was having a meeting with the others and I was accidentally by the door. Trying to wait for him to finish. But he thought I was eavesdropping. He yelled at me that my parents went to us and they both protected me. In the heat of the fight, my father admitted he was just adopted and that he shouldn’t be talking to me like that. Father told him to go live with his biological aunt but before he could even leave the house, he-“ I felt a tear sliding down my cheek and Malfoy wiped it away. “It’s okay if you won’t tell.” I shook my head and took a deep breath.

“He died, father used the unforgivable curse on him and I was beside him when he was targeted. I went to his lifeless body but mother made me stand up and hugged me. She made me walk away and every time I remembered that scene, me walking away, crying, mind fuzzy, I feel like it was my last step. That if I look behind, I’ll faint. I started cutting myself this year. It is his 5th death anniversary. And I added more than I can handle every day because he promised me something.” I felt Draco rolling up the other sleeves and a few of them are still new.

“He promised me that he’ll be the one to help me study for my exams. That he’ll train with me before the quidditch matches. That he’ll be the one going to my graduation. But because of his passing, before I came to Hogwarts, I tried my hardest studying for exams like I have him beside me, I train twice as hard just like he wants me to, and I’ll graduate giving him all of the credit.” I felt Malfoy finishing up with the bandages and he hid the supplies away.

“Thank you, Malfoy. But you should’ve just let me be.” “I couldn’t let you bleed to death, Y/l/n.” He said and I cracked a small smile. He smiled back but we’re interrupted by the wave of Slytherins coming in. “See you, Y/l/n?” He stood up and waved. “Yeah, see you, Malfoy.”

“Hey, Y/l/n, Professor Umbridge is calling for you.” My roommate said and I stood up from the chair. I gathered up my stuff and she walked with me. I took a deep breath and opened the door, she stayed outside and I closed the door.

“Sit down dear.” “Professor if this is about being in the D.A, I can accept any punishment. I- I can join the others with their punishments or-“ “No dear, the only punishment that you have is the deduction of house points, that’s all.” She said and she placed her quill down.

“I called you here because of the essay you made, it's marvelous. Because of the essay, I couldn’t make myself think of any punishments but to deduct house points but this also made your house gain points.” She said and I thought back to what happened when I left that. ‘It was incomplete and it was only 2 pages.’

She handed me a 4-page essay and I saw that it was complete, I read the other pages but it looked like it was my writing. I handed her back the papers and she smiled at me. “I hope I can see more essays like this in the future. Thank you, Ms.Y/l/n, You may go now.” I stood up and exited the room.

“Hey, how’d it went?” “She’s only deducting house points instead of punishing me.” I said and her eyes widened, “But I gained a lot of house points because of the essay.” “Oh yeah, I read your essay on the way before passing it. It’s really good, where did you get those references?” We passed by the library and we parted ways.

I went back to my spot and finished the other assignments. When I was just reading a book, I heard someone sit in front of me and I thought it’s just Hermione until I heard his voice.

“Now turn around, love.” I blushed at the name but mostly because he is wearing my hair tie on his wrist. “Chin up, Y/n.” he held my chin and he continued fixing my hair, when he’s finished, he’s the first one to smile and the first to speak up.

“So, what did she think about the essay?” I lowered my book and stared at him, “Are you gonna answer or should I wait?” “You? Did you finish my essay? Why?” “Well, I know you weren’t coming back after what happened so I finished the essay for you and returned it to your dorm.”

Then I realized it, he knew I was eavesdropping. “You knew I was-“ “Yeah, your signature hairstyle gave it away. There was a gap between a few books and I saw your ponytail.” He said and I played with the end of my ponytail. “You know you can put your hair down right? Like this.”

He sat next to me and made me turn around. He removed my hair tie but I caught my hair before it fell. He held my hand and I gently let my hair down and he fixed the back.

“And because I know this is your favourite spot to study, where you can see the whomping willow out the window and when you look inside, the never-ending shelves of books that give you comfort.” He said like I said it to him before. We continued looking at each other’s eyes and he brushed off one of the hair strands that fell. “Don’t let the strands hide your face, love.” He said and I nodded, he slowly moved his fingers away from the back of my ear and towards the underneath of my chin.

He leaned in and I did too, he gently held my face with both of his hands. It’s a passionate kiss and when we pulled apart, he has this big goofy smile. I tried to hold back my giggles but he started giggling too.

“Why are we giggling, Draco?” “Because I feel giddy inside that I kissed the girl I’ve been crushing on since 2nd year.” He said and I stared at him, “Well I’m giggling because I realized the whole time I’ve been with the trio, was only because it was the only way I can get your attention but you’re here crushing on me since 2nd year?” he nodded and he kissed me again, this time I felt safe holding his hands. We pulled apart again and he smiled at me, genuinely.

“I didn’t want to miss a chance to admit that I like you, Y/n.” “And I didn’t want to miss a chance to say, I like you too, Draco,” I said and he held my hands near to his lips and give them a peck. He held my wrists and gently rolled up the sleeves, “I will help you heal, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally, love. I don’t want to see another tear leave your beautiful eyes love.” He said and I felt a tear roll down.

“I just said my part love and you’re crying?” “No, it’s because I’m glad you’re staying even though you saw and heard the worst of me. You saw me supporting a different side of the problem but you’re here. Why Draco? Why would you do this?”

“Love, we’re at the same house but we have a different side we go with. But our love for each other is the same, and that’s important more than anything. That we love each other no matter what.” He said and I hugged him, he hugged me back and continued with comforting me. We stayed there loving each minute that passed by.

No matter which side you’re on, love will always win.

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