#then they should feel incredibly ashamed and disappointed in themselves and what lead them up to that point 🙃 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

harrysweasleys · 4 years

Text

a lesson in chemistry // r.l

summary: hey! i was wondering if you could do one where the reader does really bad in a test and remus comforts her? thank u!!

warnings: none

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i am close to 1k and was thinking of doing an event but i know i’m gonna forget and it’s just not going to go well so i just wanna say THANK YOU to all you sweet sweet beings for following my mess of a blog! :)

——

Moonstone. Powdered porcupine quills. Powdered unicorn horn.

The three ingredients repeated themselves over and over in your head as you sat by yourself in the common room nearing two o’clock in the morning, the messy notebook spread open in front of you as your eyes tried to droop shut.

It was nearly impossible for you to focus on the fuzzy words, but you forced yourself to stay as awake as you possibly could so that tomorrow’s quiz would be a breeze. That’s why you were studying, wasn’t it?

Remus and Sirius had promised to help you out, but the two had trudged off to bed nearly an hour ago, practically already asleep. For two people who seemed so adamant on ‘all nighters’ they had gone to bed rather early, in your opinion. You quite missed their company — Remus more than Sirius — and wished you could at least have someone here to help keep your mind sharp.

But, here you were, all by your lonesome and wrapped in a scarlet and gold knitted blanket that your parents had made you, the crackling fireplace heating you up, and the words in front of you making you sleepy.

You couldn’t comprehend why no one else seemed stressed or even worked up about this quiz — exam, actually — which made studying it just that much more frustrating. You figured people would care about their marks and scores, right?

“The potion should result in a cool blue colour,” you mumbled to no one in particular, the words trying their best to etch into your brain, “A cool blue colour. Not to be mistaken with Draught of Peace which is a warm blue colour.”

You let out a quiet groan and rested your head against the back of the couch cushion. Potions class was never your strong suit, but you had found it fascinating. And, of course, hou didn’t want to seem like you were lost, so studying hours on end seemed to be the only passing solution here.

The large ticking clock on the wall told you it was five minutes past two o’clock, and the exam was at ten o’clock the next day. Only eight hours left for you to memorize every last word.

Eight hours.

As you glanced back down at the book, your eyes felt heavier than they were not a minute ago, and your head felt as if it were on a cloud. The room around you seemed to vanish down a long, long tunnel...

——

“D’you think if we poke her she’ll jump?”

“Sirius, that’s just rude.”

“C’mon, it’d be funny though. What if we poured pumpkin juice on her?”

“No, let’s just calmly wake her up.”

“You’re boring, Remus.”

Your eyes fluttered open to two overly familiar faces crouched in front of you. Remus, his hair messy and his eyes watching you cautiously, and Sirius with his signature smirk.

“Get out of my face,” you sat up, throwing the blanket off of and trying to figure out where you were. The Gryffindor common room felt very different when you were waking up in it.

The fire embers were burning low and the morning sunlight blazed through the windows, the room brighter than it had ever seemed before. The blanket was still comfortable draped over your body, warm and comforting, and the heavy textbook was still open on your lap with the page slightly crumpled as your hand rested upon it.

Suddenly, as if hit by a train once you noticed the book, you remembered, “Bloody hell, it’s the Potions quiz today.”

Remus chuckled, “Relax. It’s in, like, an hour.”

You threw the blanket off of your body and grabbed the book, shaking your head, “You don’t get it, Remus. I don’t know anything.”

“That can’t be true,” Remus furrowed his eyebrows at you.

Sirius pat you on the shoulder, sitting next to you on the couch and closing the book with a loud thump, “You’ll be fine. You just need to eat.”

So you let the two boys lead you down to the Great Hall, where the loud hustle and bustle of the early morning made it nearly impossible to focus on the jumble of words on the worn out pages in front of you. The book, although informative, was clearly written for someone who actually understood what the hell everything meant. And it was harder to understand anything when the ruckus around you made it difficult to even read said things.

It bothered you greatly that Remus — the person you considered your best friend — didn’t seem to care about the exam. Were you overreacting?

It wasn’t your fault, really. You took schoolwork very seriously and sometimes that meant overreacting. Over-studying. Over-planning. All of the above.

But, better to be safe than sorry — isn’t that the saying?

When the Great Hall crowd became dispersed, you knew that meant classes were beginning and you felt your nerves kick in at the thought. You shut the book rather loudly and followed Remus to the Potions classroom, no words being exchanged between the two of you — which you were thankful for, to be honest.

“You got this,” Remus flashed you a grin as you slowly walked into the class together, taking your usual seats in the middle. You didn’t like being too close, nor too far from the teacher. These seats were perfect.

“I don’t need false hope,” you groaned, resting your head on the table, “I need answers.”

He chuckled, “Sorry, you know me. I can’t cheat. But if this test goes wrong, I can tutor you.”

You lifted your head quickly, a bright red spot on your forehead from where it was previously pressed up against the wooden desk, “Wait, really? You’d do that?”

“Of course,” he smirked, running his hand through his hair in a stupidly attractive manner, “What are friends for?”

You flashed him a bright grin, “Oh, you’re the best, Remus.”

His cheeks turned slightly pink as he smiled back, lowering his head slightly as he flushed at the compliment. You felt your heart leap at his flustered state, unsure why the strange feeling decided to make its home in your chest.

You brushed it aside as the professor entered the class and handed out the quiz papers, making sure every student was silent and that no cheating would occur.

Within the first glance at the page, your heart sunk, all previous fluttery feelings gone. You had been so focused on remembering ingredients and potion colours that you forgot to study their purposes. The entire first page was asking about what each potion did and who they helped best. And you hadn’t even brushed on that subject during your late night study session.

Long story short, you were screwed.

You closed your eyes, thinking long and hard about each answer, writing down whatever felt right. It was always good to trust your gut instinct right?

In this case, it didn’t feel so right, but you went with it anyways.

What felt like two hours was only really thirty minutes, and the quiz was officially out of your hands. You felt ashamed handing it back — you knew your Professor would think you were a fool, a student who found excuses not to study. And that feeling was nagging you throughout the remainder of class.

“You don’t look so good,” Remus nudged your shoulder once you packed up your books, your entire body slouched and your lips curved downwards into a frown.

“I botched that so bad,” you groaned, tossing your head back and closing your book bag, throwing it over your shoulder, “I was too tired last night and didn’t study everything I wanted to.”

Empathetically, Remus wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the crowded class. You were too busy sulking to pay attention to the fact that Sirius, James and Peter weren’t even with you guys.

“I’ll help you,” Remus said, voice laced with confidence, “I don’t want you doubting your intelligence so I, Remus Lupin, appoint myself as your own personal tutor.”

“Can people self-appoint themselves that?” your face broke into a grin, his humorous antics thankfully distracting you from your disappointment, “You’re too much.”

“But you love me,” he ruffled your hair, removing his arm from around you and slipping his hand into his pocket.

You chuckled, shaking your head as your heart leapt in your chest, “I really do.”

——

“I failed.”

Your voice was weak and quiet as you sat down on the Gryffindor table bench during lunch the week after, your mood rather sour. You had been incredibly worked up that morning, knowing you’d be getting your test results. But now that you’d gotten them, you wanted nothing more than to go back in time where you didn’t have to deal with the reality of the failure.

Remus’ face fell and he placed his hand on your knee, “Ah, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t do so well either. I think this test was marked more strictly than they usually are.”

Though you appreciated the effort, it didn’t lift your spirits.

“I didn’t think I’d do bad enough to actually fail,” you sighed, slouching your shoulders and resting your elbows lazily on the table, “I’m mad at myself.”

“Hey,” Remus lifted his hand off of your knee and poked you in the shoulder, “Stop that. Seriously. Don’t put yourself down so much.”

“Hard not to,” you leaned forwards and rested your head on your hand, eyeing the food with a frown. Your appetite wasn’t present at the moment.

Remus snapped his fingers in front of your face, “I’m serious, Y/N. I’m here to help you, yeah? We’ll get through this. We’ll improve together. The next quiz won’t even stand a chance against us.”

You wanted to keep sulking, but his words brought a smile to your face. Remus had a way of cheering you up — him and his ways. Something about him.. you just couldn’t stay upset around him.

“Thanks,” you grinned, lifting your arm and poking him in the shoulder as he had done to you previously, “I do feel a little better.”

“Good!” he flashed you a toothy grin, his eyes brightening, “That’s always the intention.”

You stared at him for a good moment, the smile not leaving your face. His freckles seemed more visible than usual, his hair lighter and his eyelashes long against his cheeks each time he blinked. Though his hair was thin and brown, his eyelashes were thicker and darker — it was rather cute. His eyes had specks of green in them and, you had never really noticed before, they had some grey in them too.

You had to snap yourself out of the trance he left you in, unaware and unsure as to what caused it.

Had you just checked Remus out? No. Couldn’t be. He was your friend. Friend. Best friend.

You took a deep breath and began filling your plate, appetite suddenly back. You filled your stomach with chicken pot pie and potatoes, hoping that the faster you ate, the better you’d feel.

But nope.

Though your mind was off of your test, you somehow felt even worse. Remus was all you could focus on. His closeness, his kindness, his warmth, his smell.

“Ready for the afternoon?” Remus stuck his hand out to you as he stood up, shaking you from your weirdly romantic thoughts.

“What?” you blinked, “Oh — yeah, sorry.”

You shook your head and stood up, linking your hand with his as the two of you left the hall and took off towards your next class.

——

“No, no,” Remus shook his head, “You need to add this.”

You stared blankly down at the messy piece of parchment, nodding your head slowly, trying to remember which potion you guys had been talking about in the first place.

“Uh — which one again?” you asked sheepishly, your ears burning at the obvious fact that you weren’t paying attention, “Sorry.”

He let out a small laugh, placing his finger on the page in front of you, “This.”

You were glad that the library was quiet at this time of day, the cloudy weekend morning meaning most students would be choosing to start their day relaxing around in their pyjamas and drinking pumpkin juice.

You, however, while others students got to relax and spend the morning doing nothing, you had the great misfortune of being dragged out of the common room by an equally tired Remus.

“The library is empty in the morning,” he had said at your repeated groaning.

And he was right. The library was empty. The only sound you could hear was your quill scratching against your parchment and Remus’ whispered voice trying to teach you while respecting the library noise rules.

“What potion uses porcupine quills and peppermint sprigs?” he asked, resting his head on his hands and staring at you intently, his eyes focused on you and only you.

“Uh—,” you fought the urge to look down at your parchment notes, “Elixor to Induce Euphoria.”

He grinned, raising his hand to high five you, which you gladly accepted, “See! You got this!” You felt your face warm up at the contact and compliment.

“Next question,” he smirked, leaning even closer to you, “What would you say if I asked you to come to Hogsmeade for a drink?”

“I — what?”

As if the wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t utter a single sound. Had you heard him right? There was no way.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” he chuckled.

But you still couldn’t find the words.

Yes, you had recently looked at Remus differently, but had it been a crush? It didn’t seem like it at first — but as you looked at him now, his face illuminated by the light outside and the way his hair stuck up in odd places, you realized you did like him.

You liked him. Him and his boisterous laugh, his nervous nail-biting habits, his love for poetry and snow. You loved how he’d always be there for you, ready to crack a corny joke when you were feeling down in the dumps. You loved how he’d always have a book recommendation and a long list of reasons why it would be worth the read. You loved how he always had the neatest handwriting, his notes providing you with bits of information you’d miss in class. How he’d always look forward to dessert because of how delicious he found the pumpkin pasties.

And all it took was him asking you out for you to realize you were falling for your best friend.

“I’d actually like that,” you nodded, aware that your cheeks were probably glowing but you were too giddy to care at the moment. Somehow, you felt as if this was right. There was no strangeness about him asking you — it somehow felt as if you had been waiting ages for him to do so.

“Thank Merlin,” he sighed, relaxing his entire body as his face lit up, “Next weekend?”

“Hm, can’t think of anything I’m doing,” you tapped your finger against your chin, eyebrows raised and your cheeks beginning to hurt from the bright smile you were sending his way. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been this giddy.

He leaned across the table and linked his hands in yours. You melted into the contact, using your elbow to push your parchment and quill out of the way so you could lean forwards without fear of ruining your notes or your sweater.

Safe to say, studying was now long forgotten.

—

taglist:

@grierpilots

@hxfflxpxffs

@mikumana

@msmimimerton

@pit-and-the-pen

@diary-of-an-onliner

@theweirdsideofstuff

@thoseofgreatambition

@theweasleysredhair

@haphazardhufflepuff

(message me to be added!)

#remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin one shots #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin reader insert #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fics

142 notes · View notes

ziracona · 3 years

Note

What do you see happening after Josh is being rescued? Does he meet everyone of his friend eventually or some of them keep their distance? I read one of your answers about them abandoning him and honestly I don't think they didn't care at all about him, but the events were so traumatic and scary that they probably had a hard time taking into consideration that small possibility of him being alive. Plus I guess it's also part of the smooth flow of the game if it makes sense, Mike doesn't go after Jess either after he sees her falling into the mines and accuses Josh of killing her without being 100% sure that she is dead and without seeing Josh around when shit happened to her. But if I were Josh maybe I would be upset knowing they didn't come for me at all. So how would a reunion go?

That’s valid! You can interpret the lack of an interest in rescuing Josh to multiple things—that they are very sure he’s dead, if you want to be as generous as possible to them. That they think he’s probably dead and are afraid of dying too more than willing to save him, that they’re (sans Chris) too mad about the prank he pulled, etc. And I can see why people would go for any number of them. I think to me it has always read like they think he is probably dead, and the whatever he has, 30%, 20% chance? Of still being alive just isn’t enough for them to feel motivated to face very likely death to go hunting for him, especially with flamethrower dude just dead doing the same. Which makes /me/ angry, because Mike went batshit after seeing Jess wounded and dragged through a window and more trying to save her, multiple characters can kill themselves trying to save the others in the finale, etc, and I just think if you /can/ save someone who is your friend—or like, you have a shot anyway—you don’t know it is too late. You should. (& true Jess can still be alive and Mike will assume she is dead, but in his defense, so do basically all blind playthroughs she looks like she falls four stories or something while already almost dead I can’t fault Mike for assuming that was a 100% death there. Boy really tried. Whereas Josh’s vanishing from the shed is much less confirmed. There is no ‘I watched him fall’ here. Just a neither he nor his dead body were still in the shed so /something/ happened). Like I do get it, that’s a terrifying situation and not helping doesn’t = not caring, but I will hold it against characters if they don’t risk themselves to save their friends and I will be unhappy with them. Loyalty is very important to me. But it is a truly terrifying situation.

But I also get why they’d be terrified to go out there. I don’t think it makes them evil to not want to risk it till they have to, it just makes me disappointed in them. I don’t think I said I think they didn’t care about him—typo if I did, because I certainly don’t think that at all! I think Chris was traumatized and felt very sure he was dead, Ashley didn’t care (she explicitly says she thinks he deserves it and tries to stop Chris from saving him the first time), Emily doesn’t care a lot one way or another and is mostly on her own trauma right now and thinking about Matt and the awful shit she saw, that Sam does care but thinks he is probably dead and is in team mom mode and cares more about trying to keep as many friends alive as possible right now than anything else and doesn’t want to lose the others, and Mike is still pissed but also feels very bad and would prefer for Josh to make it but is also more focused on group survival and not losing anyone else since he just lost someone he loves horribly (based largely on how his reaction to the safe room scenario is either to kill Emily and feel awful but do it because he very vocally and visibly doesn’t want the others to be killed and she won’t go peacefully, and he’s terrified of losing them, or to try but not be able to because he loves Emily, and instead give the gun to the others to try to save themselves with in the event she /does/ turn). And although he’s a right coward bastard for leaving Josh if Josh gets grabbed instead of killed, down in the mines, I do think he cared about Josh. He seems truly sorry to some extent when he finds him, and does /try/ to lead him out of the mines. At the point they make the decision to go for the cable car key, I don’t think they don’t care at all, except Ashley. I just think they should care more. Although I tend to give Chris a pass because he just watched a man get beheaded, has strong reason to think Josh is dead, is injured, and spends the entire rest of the game more or less in traumatized mode quiet in the corner.

But that said I can also see why people would interpret the reactions to mean they all believe he is very dead, and mean they’re going after his corpse! I can see lots of basis in-game to interpret in quite a number of ways. And be generous to the fool kids if you want to! I /super/ hold abandoning Josh in the mines wildly against Mike, but Mike is still one of my favorite characters in the whole game. I love how flawed the cast is and that you go in hating most of them and only slowly grow to care because you don’t want them dead-dead, which keeps you there long enough to see some of their good sides. *cheff’s kiss* the great ability of the horror genre. The bar to initially invest is so low, it lets you have such a multi-faceted cast.

Okay anyway, original question! What do I see happening after Josh gets rescued and exorcised.

I think he meets up with all of them again eventually. Interesting to think from Josh’s pov how he’s going to feel. I expect to some degree he does feel abandoned, and fairly, and in RoB it is very clear he is afraid to some extent of Mike and Chris after being dragged off and tied up and left in the shed, and the things they said to him. He also /definitely/ feels massively guilty and self-blaming about all of it. He’s telling himself through Hill that no one will come for him and it’s his own fault by the final chapter. And mostly he’s just afraid of Mike and in ptsd dissociating mode by the time Sam and Mike find him. So, mixed feelings on his part I expect. Lots of fear and pain and hurt at being abandoned and so universally believed capable of murder, hurt, left to die alone in the mines. Pretty damn betrayed, and that on top of the hurt from what happened to his sisters and the inherent paranoia of paranoid schizophrenia. Hurt that they just left him. Hurt they didn’t believe him. Hurt nobody came for him until it was too late. Hurt he got betrayed again. Probably pretty miserable overall. But with that, also feels really bad about going too far and hates and blames himself intensely for everything, and I expect is also kind of not just traumatized but ashamed of what happens to him, and everyone knowing about the possession and the cannibalism. Probably he wants to lock himself in a room in the corner of a big house and never come out. But also is intensely and miserably and hopelessly lonely. Probably feels all of his friendships are likely broken beyond repair.

I don’t think they are though. Chris “I’m not your bro” six seconds later “bro are you for real?” Hartley almost dies trying to save him and wouldn’t care about the possession stuff except to be worried about him. Sam is angry and harboring some resentment, but clearly reacts to Mike reporting he is gone with regret. Mike would probably feel very guilty for leaving him and be hesitant to reconnect and then defensive doing it, but I think he cares. Jess wasn’t even there for this shit so probably she does. Same for Matt maybe? Ashley and Emily are harder to guess for. I think Ashley would be incredibly angry and resentful—I mean she wants him dead in-game, but might eventually join the others if the others got over stuff? Bc she’s also kinda a joiner? Really it’s hard to say she is a very...hair-trigger character. Volatile and intensely and massively changeable. Probably the least predictable of all. That kind of person scares me deeply in real life because I have been very backstabbed by them before. >.> But anyway hard to say. Also a lot of this depends on what ending, even assuming they all live. But I usually assume that like, Mike almost shot Em, didn’t, Matt tried to save her, Sam saw the workshop, etc ending. Emily I really don’t know. She’s a very self-reliant and hard person. She didn’t have anything very specifically for or against Josh with her experience, but wasn’t that close to him before, so I think she just kinda falls wherever she falls.

I think mostly though that they’d reconnect. Definitely Chris would jump to it, and I think Sam would too—she’s a well educated, empathetic and understanding person. She’d know he needs her. And Chris is his childhood best friend and cares the whole game. I think Mike would try to go too because of guilt, and because he’s a decent guy. Probably so would after not much time those least effected by what Josh did. I think Josh would be alone while being exorcised and probably reocvering in a hospital some after, and Chris would be the first, or Chris and Sam possibly. I think he’d be afraid to see them, and it would be complicated and messy and painful for them all, but it would be okay and sort itself out and they’d find old ground quickly. And having them there would be /incredibly/ vital to helping him recover. I think eventually he’d get back on his feet, and a lot of his old friends would be around and stay in his life. I think things would get better. I’d say the OG ExorJosh comic writer I think did a good job of guessing about what a lot of it would be like. Hard, and slow, and messy. But a lot of them care for him, and I think that would matter enough to help things get okay between them again.

#ask #anonymous #until dawn #long post #Josh Washington #spoilers #exorjosh #exor-Josh

43 notes · View notes

cxldtyrant · 3 years

Note

What is the worst thing your father ever did or said to you?

The glass barely touched his obsidian lips before the astonishing inquiry forcibly ceased his movements. The Arcosian Prince remained frozen in place as the seconds gradually ticked by, before slowly lowering his arm to his side and pinpointing his scarlet irises onto the inquisitive being. Though he carefully crafted an impression of fettered neutrality across his distinguished features, truthfully, he felt his stomach churn viciously with inner turmoil as his thoughts turned towards his father.

King Cold had always been an incredibly strict and demanding patriarch of the Cold Clan. His favoritism had initially been reserved for only those who performed earnestly in their duties towards his Empire; indulging either of his heirs in paternal affection without them first proving themselves as sufficient successors was considered shameful, and only considered socially acceptable within their family as rare privileges to be earned. Such coddling begets weakness, and King Cold wouldn’t allow any weaknesses to besmirch his bloodline.

Cooler had originally respected his father’s methods of parenting, convincing himself that it was merely a precaution to prevent his heirs from growing feeble with dependence upon him. However, his worldview came shattering down upon the Arcosian Prince the day his father had taken him aside and announced his intentions towards the younger heir.

“Freeza will lead the Planetary Trade Organization, Cooler,” he recalled his father’s words, remembering the way his blood chilled with shock and bitter fury. “He’s a natural prodigy; his power is incomprehensible despite how little he trains. He’s ruthless, ambitious, and instills fear within those beneath us.”

“But father, he’s too young. He doesn’t understand anything about rulership; the diplomacy, leading our troops, governing such a complex system – he still depends upon you—”

“I know, son,” King Cold had responded, his tone slick with haughty mockery. “He is quite dependent upon father’s wisdom, isn’t he? He has always taken a shine to my methods… which is exactly why he’ll be a fitting ruler for the Universe. His brutal reign will expand my kingdom throughout the galaxy, bringing honor to our family name through the attentive guidance of his knowing chancellor… that, of course, being me.”

“And what of my right, father? My right as your eldest son? As your first heir?”

“There, there, Cooler… you are still free to rule your portion of the galaxy. I will not take away all you have built up, despite your… disappointments,” the gentle reprimand had cut the Prince to his core, stunning him with the revelation of his father’s secretive dissatisfaction. “You take too much after your mother, son. She had been too soft in her conquests, sparing vermin in the delusion that they could be of use, when she should have cleansed them to add their planets to our collection. I fear that same weakness when I look at you, with how often you choose to subjugate the lower lifeforms you conquer.”

“Father, that’s not true—”

“Perhaps not. Not to the extent of your mother, anyway… but I can’t help but feel cautious, son. Freeza understands the importance of mercilessness and looks to my approval in his conquests. He truly honors our bloodline… and his father. Surely, you can understand, my son? I only want what’s best for our family, and Freeza has proven himself as the best candidate to lead our family’s kingdom…”

“… I understand, father…”

Cooler had understood, alright; that his father, fearing that one day his youngest son’s phenomenal power would overcome his own, was attempting to thwart his eventual usurpation by pacifying him. Pretending to gift him an empire by offering illusionary control while he remained in the shadows, pulling the strings of a puppet Emperor. Culling Freeza’s ambitions before he even understood them, resulting in an indolent, meritless, temperamental child wearing a false crown upon a false throne. All due to his father’s cowardice and refusal to end his reign.

His hand clenches over the glass, cracks webbing from the pressure of his fingers. The Arcosian Prince had been disgusted for ever idolizing his father. For believing that he was ever a man of integrity. Their ancestors would be ashamed for how low their bloodline had fallen… and it was Cooler’s duty to amend such dishonors, starting by the expansion of his own galactic empire and cleansing the failures of his kin. He would hunt down these Saiyans and succeed where his brother had failed by properly exterminating them.

And then, he would obtain his rightful place as the Emperor of the Universe.

“The worst thing that my dearest father did…” Cooler began with quiet composure, his dark lips curling into a cold smile. “… was make the mistake of underestimating his better heir. A mistake that cost him and my brother greatly… and brought shame upon our family name.”

Shattering the glass in his hand, the violet skinned Arcosian released a chortle as crimson wine slid between his fingertips. Though his father had indeed shamed their family, the eldest son would soon make amends – and spite his fallen patriarch by undoing all he had attempted to achieve through manipulating his youngest son.

“But all will be well soon enough. In due time, I will bring glory to our clan and right the wrongs of my family. Then, perhaps, I will find forgiveness for his slights.”

#Anonymous #[inquiries; response]#[musings; hidden depths]#[kin; the cold clan]#[I didn't mean to make this so long]#[but cooler has a lot of feelings regarding his father]#[most of them negative]#[his dad was abusive and dangled promises of affection and praise in front of his sons]#[which Cooler tried rationalizing as he does care but doesn't care for weakness]#[which came crashing down when he chose Freeza over him]#[because he wanted to control his kingdom even though his time as king was coming to an end]#[and wanted to prevent Freeza from growing too strong]#[which disgusts Cooler because they're supposed to pride themselves on being the strongest]#[which makes his father a coward and liar]#[thus the pedastal is broken]#[I could go on but I better stop]

6 notes · View notes

clan-sayeed-fic · 4 years

Text

Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios) Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well) Warnings: some fluff, but mostly angst Rating: Mature Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

I hope you'll stay with me and this fic to the end because we're reaching the most crucial part of the story. The solution to the puzzle I created during the Council meeting a long time ago haha 😅

~ 2900 words

-----------------------

Chapter 21

Amy didn't know that by "I'll pick you up," Kamilah meant sending a limo for her.

That's how she found herself a few minutes later, getting out of this expensive car with her feets stepping right on the red carpet. In front of the building that she used to work in during one of the most memorable evenings.

The same one night, during which her best friend was attacked. And in the result turned into vampire about which existence Amy had just found out back then.

"I know I told you that before, but," Lily looked at her best friend after they both got out from the limousine. "Kamilah has a fucking good taste," they both laughed.

Lily was the one who was supposed to help Amy chose a dress, so hearing her admitting that Kamilah achieved in what she failed, was worth remembering. It'll be an advantage for Amy over her best friend, and that might come in handy any day.

"You look great too, Lil," Amy hugged her tightly.

The girl laughed under this amount of love.

"Ok, ok, enough," Lily tried to escape from Amy's embrace. "Leave something for the Dark Queen."

Finally, Amy let go of her, giving her friend a moment to catch a breath. That's when she sensed someone's gaze on herself. The girl's eyes moved into the direction of the person that was watching her.

Standing right next to her own, black limousine.

Amy's jaw dropped.

She saw Kamilah standing there in her red, silky dress. This color just ached for attention. It was an intense crimson red, a confident shade to wear, perfectly matching the woman's personality.

The dress had an appropriate V-neckline, deep just enough to show Kamilah's bloom skin, which shined in the lights of the evening.

The woman turned slightly, speaking to Adrian, who was right next to her. That little movement made it possible for Amy to see the other side of the dress. And Kamilah's back which was barely covered with a transparent material.

"Come on, didn't she invite you as her date?" Lily's voice took Amy out of her thoughts. A little push on the back made her go in Kamilah's direction.

Amy looked incredible that night, and awareness of that gave her a lot of confidence. But still, there was nothing that would make her feel more nervous than showing herself around this incredible woman who was like perfection by herself.

The girl's wavy blonde hair was put up in a loose bun, letting go of some golden locks of her hair. They were falling on her back, shoulders, and slightly blushed cheeks. The color of the gown was wonderfully emphasizing Amy's greenish eyes.

When they both stood close to each other, the shade of Kamilah's dress stopped screaming for attention. Instead, the reddish color cooperated with the gold dress of Amy's.

Making them match stunningly.

"Amy, you look absolutely..." Adrian paused their conversation at the moment she appeared next to them. Clearly, not knowing the words to describe his thoughts.

Kamilah looked at her with a soft expression on her face. She leaned down to Amy, holding her with one hand by the waist, pulling the girl slightly closer.

"Ravishing," sweet whisper touched Amy's ear before Kamilah left a soft kiss on one of her cheeks, stepping back a little to spoke louder. "Shall we go inside?"

Amy tried to stop the blush on her face. She couldn't get used to the influence this woman had over her without even trying.

Finally, they went inside with Adrian and Lily on their sides.

***

Perhaps it was a coincidence, maybe not, but Amy noticed it right away. They were seated by the same table that Kamilah and Adrian were last time.

Amy was surprised by how accurately everything was rebuilt around them. She remembered ruined hall, shattered glass, cracks in the walls. And right at that moment? Decorative chandeliers were hanging under the ceiling, shining bright as nothing had really happened.

"Senator wanted the hall to look exactly the same," Adrian noticed Amy's thoughtfulness, sending her a reassuring smile. "After the massacre that happened here, people were distanced to this place."

"I'm distanced for sure," Lily looked around with a weak smile. The surroundings brought painful memories, especially for her.

"He did well by having a gala in here," Kamilah spoke with a firm voice. "It was his responsibility all along."

Something broke inside of Amy. A bad feeling from the last day hit her twice as strong.

"His... responsibility?" her voice shaky, causing a look of concern on Kamilah's face.

"He is a senator after all," the woman kept Amy's gaze till she was sure everything was alright. "He should have stopped the panic a long time ago. This is one of the finest and oldest places in New York for such events. It would be a shame if they closed it entirely."

"Oh...yeah, it would be," shudder maintained on Amy's back, but their talk was interrupted.

A young woman, low-height, all shaking, appeared by their table. She reminded Amy of her own self a few months ago when she was working as a waitress. Acting as awkwardly around such influential people as the girl standing before them.

"Good evening, my name is Susan, and I will..." the first words left her mouth without a problem, but after a moment, she lost all remains of her confidence.

"Not again..." Kamilah rolled her eyes, remembering the night when Lily annoyed her so much. "This place has to be cursed."

"Kamilah!" Amy frowned at the woman, disappointed by her reaction.

"Yeah, weren't you the one who talked all about such a shame it would be if they closed the place?" Lily had her best time trying to hold back a laugh. "I didn't think I'll see the day of you complaining, Ms. Sayeed."

Sparks in Kamilah's eyes were showing that one more word and Lili wouldn't be able to see, nor hear, much more in her life.

"Don't worry about them," Adrian spoke to the waitress. She was standing in front of them, confused and ashamed at once.

"We would like to order the specialty of the chef," Amy smiled charmingly, making the task easier for the girl.

"We would?" Lily asked, sounding like a sad puppy.

She wanted to order something with a lot of alcohol in it. It didn't matter if it was meant to be used during cooking. The liquor just had to be there for her.

"Yes, WE would like to," Amy sent her a similar look that she did toward Kamilah earlier, which made a woman smirk to herself slightly. "Oh, and don't forget to congratulate the chef on how good he looks with his new haircut," Amy smiled, speaking again to the waitress with her usual voice.

"But, he didn't get a haircut," Susan's forehead wrinkled while she was trying to remind herself if the chef really changed something about his hair recently.

"I know, he never does," Amy laughed sweetly, trading looks with Lily that knew where exactly her talk was leading to. "But he loves if someone notices his hair, he'll give you a longer break for sure."

"And more champagne!" Lily made her best friend laugh.

"Of course, that's what you remember the most," Amy rolled her eyes, pretending to be tired of Lily's attitude.

"Damn, I wish I was still working here," Lily looked like she was really considering this thought.

"Wait... you," Susan glanced from one to another. "Worked here?"

"Not so far ago," Amy smiled again, giving the waitress a hope she needed.

Susan returned the smile and excused them before heading to the kitchen to show the order, leaving her guests to themselves.

Amy watched her walking away, feeling her stomach tighten slightly because of the memories. She shuddered surprised when she felt Kamilah's fingers, entwining with her own under the table.

"I cannot conceive what you see in every human," Kamilah spoke quietly as Adrian and Lily were lost in a conversation.

"Well, we're not that different from each other, Kamilah," Amy smiled to her. "You saw something in me too, and I was no more than this girl back then."

She felt a little squeeze of Kamilah's hand. The woman wanted to say something, but at the same time, something else got her attention. Her eyes moved above Amy's head, looking far behind her. The girl wanted to turn around automatically, but another squeeze under the table made her fight the urge to do this.

"What is it?" Amy tried to read from the woman's eyes the answer. But Kamilah quickly composed herself, not wanting to draw attention.

"It's Priya," the woman's voice sharp. "She just arrived with Adam. If I remind myself how she treated you...how she..."

"Hey, shh," Amy put her another hand over Kamilah's to calm her. "I'm here with you, you helped me back then, but I'm in no danger now."

But the woman's stare was still empty, icy, and Amy was already imagining what thoughts were created in the head of hers.

Blonde moved one hand above the table to Kamilah's cheek. She saw all the anger, concern, and pain in her chestnut eyes. And the only what she wished for was to ease that pain somehow.

"I'm safe here," Amy's lips letting out a whisper that only the woman could hear. "With you."

Kamilah's expression softened as she let herself smile slightly. She took Amy's palm out of her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her skin.

"Let's just get through this evening," Kamilah's voice calm, but Amy sensed the unsureness in it.

And that made her realize that she wasn't the only one feeling concerned about how the night would turn out.

***

A hollow sound of metallic knife meeting with the smooth surface of glass echoed loudly in the air.

"May I have your attention?" a resonant voice attracted the concentration of everyone gathered in the hall, causing silence.

It was Adam Vega, standing in the middle of the room, with a glass of champagne raised high. His face dressed up with his usual smile, representing how charismatic and the open-minded person he was.

Or seemed to be.

"At the very beginning, let me tell you how grateful I'm to see all of my friends. Gathered in here to celebrate my birthday," his eyes moved between the people in the crowd. Everyone was listening to him mesmerized. "I'm pleased that we can spend this time together," his smile faded. "We should let ourselves grief and honor the ones that were so cruelly taken from us," like by a magic wand, Amy saw every face in the hall showing pure sorrow. "I feel personally guilty of what happened here that night. That I couldn't have been here to guardian those poor people." Amy barely stopped a sigh of annoyance, but sensing Kamilah's gaze on her back, she composed herself in time.

The girl looked around the room to see that everyone really looked up to this man. Why then, she had this weird intuition that something terrible was about to happen?

The similar one she had during her training with Kamilah. When she knew the moment in which she had to defend herself by dodging before Kamilah's punch.

Like then, the same right now, the only message her brain was sending her was to run away, but she couldn't. She was trying to be brave for the people she came with.

Besides, what could happen anyway?

"Oh my god, he's coming to our table," Lily acted like a fangirl behind her, and that's when Amy realized that she didn't hear senator's last words.

Vega came to their table right after finishing his speech. And because of that, everyone's attention was still focused on him, and in the result, on Amy too.

"May I have this dance?" he reached out to Amy, a smile never leaving his face. "If Ms. Sayeed has nothing against it, of course."

Amy gulped, not knowing what to say, she felt paralyzed. Everyone was staring at her, giving her so much attention.

Too much.

Kamilah's voice took her out of her thoughts.

"Amy can decide for herself, Senator Vega," the woman's voice and posture full of grace, not showing even a hint of negative emotion.

"What would it be then, Ms. Campbell?" their eyes meeting, and Amy knew that she had no other option to choose from.

"With pleasure," her voice sweet, accompanied by a bright smile.

She took Adam's hand, and he walked her slowly to the parquet.

That's when the calm music of waltz echoed in the hall.

Oh my god, waltz, Amy froze for a moment. She had never danced the waltz in her entire life. Not mentioning that she had never danced in front of such a big audience before.

"Just follow my lead," she heard a quiet whisper. It sounded more like an order hidden behind the smile than friendly advice.

They made their way to the center of the parquet. Amy put her left hand on Adam's shoulder, trying to imitate the pose she saw in the movies, but her body refused to relax. Thankfully, when they made a few first steps, everything became more natural for her.

Senator was a good dancer, that was clear for sure. Even with Amy as a terrible one, he was flawlessly leading her to the calm sounds of the music. After a few more tones of the song, more pairs accompanied them on the parquet adding Amy more confidence.

"I hope that you enjoyed the gala so far," his words quiet, only for her to be heard.

"It's amazing, I'm honored to be here," the girl answered. "Thank you for such an opportunity for me."

"How could I not have here someone so close to Kamilah?" Amy stiffened a little after hearing the woman's name. And the words after those made her even more suspicious. "How is my favorite Council member doing, by the way?"

They were dancing around the parquet, not in the center of it anymore. The dance floor became more crowded, making it hard to breathe. Or maybe Amy just wanted it to be the reason for her breathlessness.

"What do you mean?" she answered with a question, not knowing how to react.

"I was concerned about her," Adam seemed to be more engaged in the dancing as words were just escaping his mouth. "It seems like she recovered from this nasty scratch she had."

For a split of a second, they were further away from each other when Vega made Amy twirl around, making her dress dance with her.

For this short moment, Amy understood the meaning of his words, and her stomach tightened immediately. She wanted to let go of his hand, but he pulled her closer, increasing the grip on her waist.

"How would you..." the girl was scared.

He had no right to know about this. Even Adrian didn't know since Kamilah wanted to keep it only between both of them.

So how did he...

Unless...

"It was you," Amy gulped, fear taking over her, making her eyes shining like gold, matching the color of her dress. "You're responsible for the ferals attack in France," her voice got higher as emotions were taking over.

"There you go," Adam kept on dancing, not losing his confidence. "A Bloodkeeper I was waiting so long for."

He knew about me all along, Amy's heartbeat increased with this thought.

It wasn't actually beating anymore, it was racing, trying to escape from her chest.

"And now," Adam's voice sharp like a knife, but his expression didn't change. "Smile as sweet as you can, or some harm can happen to your friends. How ironic would it be?" he laughed shortly. "Losing someone again in the same hall."

Amy's throat clenched, but she forced a smile, not wanting to cause suspicion. Somehow she managed to control her eyes, which went back to their green color before anyone could notice a difference.

At the same time, Adam leaned down to whisper into her ear.

"Now, since you finally solved the puzzle, listen to me carefully," threats touching her neck with his breath. "I want you to get rid of your friends. Especially this beautiful woman that's coming our way," no, Kamilah, don't, Amy thought with despair. "I don't want them to cause any trouble, so better push them away effectively. Then, you'll write to me, and I'll send someone for you. Do you understand?"

Amy hesitated for a moment, causing the grip to tighten around her waist, leaving marks on her skin through material.

"I asked you a question," he stepped back to have a clear view on her face.

"I understand," Amy responded with a sweet chuckle like he just told the best joke she heard so far in her life.

He nodded slightly, smiling, and let go of her hand and waist.

"Ah, Kamilah," his voice normal, without the previous sharpness. "I assume you're here for your beautiful date?"

"Vega," Kamilah gave him a little nod to show respect, not answering the question.

Senator was already on his way to another lady to ask for a dance. And, by this time Amy found herself in Kamilah's arms, trying to find a safe place in there.

"Are you alright?" Kamilah asked with concern. "You seem pretty shaken up now."

Amy looked into her eyes, and she knew.

She knew that she'll have to hurt her soon.

To save her.

"I'm ok," Amy answered with a smile as she kissed Kamilah's lips softly before adding, "Let's dance."

Dance, like the night, was never meant to end.

Next chapter: 22

-----------------------

tag list: @onyxgaytrash, @lightning-fury, @scarlet-letter-a0114, @caliseds, @myonlybae-joohyun

64 notes · View notes

batgirl-87 · 5 years

Text

HPHM Character Profile

Tagged by @unforgivablecurse-breaker in @cynicaljapanophile‘s awesome profile maker for our MC’s - Thank you so much for tagging me and creating this! =D

Okay, think I’m finally finished with it! Really, thank you for tagging me because it helped me figure out some new things about my MC, as well as help me more with creating her parent’s backstory, and even helping me with the godparents as well who I had no real information determined yet! So this was very beneficial for me, thank you! (I also kind of want to do this for my Jacob too...)

General Information -

Name: Nereida Adelyn-Keira Black

Age: 16 (currently)

Gender: Female

Nickname(s): Keira, Adelyn (primarily, doesn’t like her first name much like Tonks)

Ady (by Jacob and Charlie),

Reida (by Remus),

Black (by Merula primarily, sometimes Andre especially if it’s on the Quidditch Pitch, sometimes Talbott when she calls him Winger, sometimes others),

B (Penny and Jae),

Lyn (sometimes by Jacob, usually when he needs her attention for something serious),

Cuz (by Tonks),

Beater Buddy/Roomie (by Barnaby),

Canada (by Jae when she agrees to bring him things to sell from the country, by Andre when it’s revealed she’s playing for the country in the World Cup) - (there’s probably more personal ones her friends call her)

Date of Birth: 11 February 1973

Astrological/ Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Ethnicity: Irish, French, English

Nationality: Irish & Canadian

Species: Witch, Undine

Blood Type: AB Rh+

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Family:

Father: Orion Black -

Husband and second-cousin of Walburga Black

Father of Sirius, Regulus, Jacob, and Keira

Met Vivian-Caer while out in Knockturn Alley one day, became infatuated with her and eventually wooed her into becoming his mistress (post about Orion and Vivian-Caer and their relationship to come)

Attended Hogwarts - Slytherin

While he supported Voldemort and the Death Eaters and believed in blood purity, never became a Death Eater himself

The more powerful and forceful the Death Eaters became ultimately leading to a war led to him placing more and more protection spells on his home (possibly realizing how bad this all was and backing away a bit from the Death Eaters beliefs)

Passes away in 1979

Mother: Vivian-Caer LaFontaine -

Named after the Lady of the Lake and the Celtic goddess of dreams and transformations known for her beautiful, hypnotic singing voice.

Born in Nice, France

Attended Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons

Moved to Ireland (home of her mother and maternal side of the family) where she eventually met Orion

Passes away in November 1978

(A post about Orion and Vivian-Caer and their relationship to come)

Godfather: Owen Pearce -

Welsh/English heritage

From Prince Edward Island

Played Professional Quidditch in Vancouver where he met his wife

Met Vivian when she travelled over to work with his wife. Developed a brother-sister type relationship with her.

Godmother: Alona Pearce -

First Nations from British Columbia

Practices her culture’s alchemy which is more focused on the elements (Earth, Water, Fire, Wind) than metals

Met her husband when he searched for a Healer outside his team for his persistent shoulder pain (he didn’t want to just keep drinking potions to manage it)

Met and worked with Vivian when she travelled over for her job. Became fast friends, almost like sisters.

Other:

Remus Lupin - Guardian while she’s in the UK/Ireland and going to school. Calls him “Uncle Remus” (post on their relationship to come)

Nymphadora Tonks - They were very surprised to find out they were related to each other when Tonks confided in Keira her aunt was Bellatrix LeStrange which Keira recognized from the family tree in 12 Grimmauld Place she just recently moved into after Walburga’s passing. Andromeda had been burnt off the tree and her husband and Tonks were never added so Keira had no idea! Call each other cuz/cousins (even though Keira would technically be her aunt but since they’re the same age they feel more like cousins. Keira would call/consider Bellatrix her aunt)

Sirius and Regulus Black - Older half-brothers. Awkward introductions by Orion after Vivian demanded that her kids meet their siblings after having Keira. Neither Keira or Jacob really remember Regulus much after their one time meeting. Sirius however was taken by Vivian’s kindness and warm welcoming, much different than living with his mum, and would sometimes stop by to ‘hang out’ with his little siblings in a much more comfortable environment than at his home. While living with the Potters gave him loving parents he lacked, visiting Vivian, Jacob, and Keira gave him the sibling bonding without feeling like he was competing with them or was lesser than them. (Probably wished he was raised with them like he wished he was raised by the Potters his whole life instead). Continued to write to them when they moved to Canada. Told the Marauders about them.

Alpharden Jacob-Taylor Black - Her big brother, best friend, and partner in crime. It’s them against the world.

Affiliation(s)/ Organization(s):

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black

Orion - Affiliated with the Death Eaters although never joined himself and possibly began to disagree with them while the threat of war was imminent.

Vivian-Caer - Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Team Canada

Occupation(s):

Vivian-Caer LaFontaine - Magical Historian, Archeologist, and Author specializing in Native cultural beliefs, practices, and artefacts

Owen Pearce - Quidditch Scout/Recruiter, Former Professional Quidditch Keeper

Alona Pearce - Healer and Alchemist

Jacob-Taylor Black - Professional Quidditch Keeper

Adelyn-Keira Black - Student (currently); Curse-Breaker

Magical Characteristics -

Form of Boggart:

Being manipulated and betrayed by her friends/those she cares about, who never truly were her friends/cared about her and only used her

Leaves her feeling humiliated, ashamed, and completely alone praying on her insecurities, trust issues, and pride

Being open and vulnerable and trusting others is hard for her so to do so and then find out it was a lie would be incredibly hard on her and make her feel violated

Realizing and admitting she had been manipulated would be a huge blow to her pride and intelligence. She doesn’t like feeling stupid or being blindsided, prefers to be prepared and have the upperhand.

Form of Patronus: Arctic Fox (might change)

Form of Riddikulus:

(This is such a great question, I’ve never really thought about it and have no real idea what would make this funny)

Maybe her friends laughing, dancing, and messing around together, probably reminiscent of past happy moments.

What do they see in the Mirror of Erised?:

Jacob and her reunited together again

Their mom, godparents, Remus, and some other shadowy silhouettes representing their family

She’s no longer alone and lost and feels supported

Wand(s)

First Wand -Length: Eleven and a half inches -Flexibility: Solid -Wood: Hazel -Core: Undine Hair Description:

Hazel often reflects its owner’s emotional state, and works best for a master who understands and can manage their own feelings. Others should be very careful handling a hazel wand if its owner has recently lost their temper, or suffered a serious disappointment, because the wand will absorb such energy and discharge it unpredictably. The positive aspect of a hazel wand more than makes up for such minor discomforts, however, for it is capable of outstanding magic in the hands of the skillful, and is so devoted to its owner that it often ‘wilts’ at the end of its master’s life (if the core is unicorn hair, however, there is no hope; the wand will almost certainly have ‘died’). Hazel wands also have the unique ability to detect water underground, and will emit silvery, tear-shaped puffs of smoke if passing over concealed springs and wells.

Undine Hair Core - (Swear I wrote something about this but I can’t find it!) From grandmother (possibly her mom’s old wand); Elegant spell casting; Temperamental but loyal; Skilled in Transfigurations and Charms.

Solid - Extremely loyal. Owners of this wand are generally known for their reliability, their friendliness, and their character. They may find it difficult to understand views that differ from their own but are usually able to politely disagree. (Not exactly sold on all the flexibilities but nbd)

Stained grey with detailed carvings

Second Wand:

-Length: Eleven and a quarter inches -Flexibility: Hard -Wood: Ebony -Core: Dragon Heartstring. Description:

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

Dragon Heartstring Core - Produces wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.Tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. Somewhat temperamental.

Hard - Loyalty is not easily won. Great for complex and advanced levels of magic. This type of wand is best suited for wizards and witches who are gifted, stubborn, and never give up. Some people may find them intimidating or difficult to approach. (Not exactly sold on all the flexibilities but nbd)

Black with a slight sheen, carved out handle

Third Wand (What?! Yes =p):

-Length: Eleven inches -Flexibility: Surprisingly Swishy -Wood: Blue Spruce -Core: Undine Hair Description:

First Nations have used Blue Spruce for medicinal and ceremonial purposes, twigs given as gifts for good fortune - therefore, this type of wand is more commonly passed down as a gift rather than bought, typically done in families; this may mean this wand chooses those who have strong ties to their families. Also like other spruces, the Blue Spruce does not do well in nervous, cautious hands but will bond to its chosen partner, typically a bold spell-caster with a good sense of humour, be intensely loyal, and capable of producing dramatic effects. However, while other spruce variations may be hardier, the Blue Spruce is more flexible and adaptable. It has also been shown to do well with non-verbal magic.

Undine Hair - Elegant spell casting; Temperamental but loyal; Skilled in Transfigurations and Charms.

Surprisingly Swishy - Either is surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. Great for charm work. Owners that are matched with wands of this flexibility are usually the type of people who have a hard time coming out of their shell or opening up, but once they do, others will find themselves drawn to their charming, fun-loving personalities. The owner usually adapts well to unexpected changes but may find it difficult to make hard decisions. (Not exactly sold on all the flexibilities but nbd)

Gift passed down from her mom (given by her godmother since her birth mother is dead); Her mom (with help of her godmother) chose and had this wand made for her to be given to her (as well as one for Jacob as well).

Silvery-Blue with intricate symbolic carvings and carved out handle

(Post about Keira’s different wands and her personal growth to come)

Animagus: Arctic Fox

Amortentia:

Rain/Petrichor (reminds her of the Quidditch Pitch which she associates with Jacob; rain has always been very calming and peaceful for her)

Salty Sea Air (reminds her of her mom and Jacob)

Honeysuckle (reminds her of Charlie and the burrow/Weasley family)

Chocolate (reminds her of Remus)

Maple (reminds of her Canada and her ‘adopted’ parents)

Appearance -

Height: 5′6″ / 169 cm

Weight: ~135-145 lbs

(Currently probably around 135, but when she starts training and competing in the World Cup over the summer and for Year 6 will gain more muscle)

Complexion(skin tone/ conditions):

Pale

Cold to the touch, particularly hands and feet (ice cold =p)

Somewhat sensitive skin, becomes red easily

Commonly has some bruises from Quidditch and Cursed-Vaults adventures.

Earns some scars as well from Quidditch and Cursed-Vaults adventures.

Watermark - her skin will begin to grow scales if she doesn’t regularly consume water or submerges herself in it; quite painful.

Hair Color/ Style:

Black with hint of red, primarily visible in the sunlight.

Has a natural wave to it.

Length is either to bottom of shoulder blades or just above the tops of the shoulders - When she started Hogwarts her hair was longer but cut it shorter for Fifth year and will probably keep that length for a while.

Normally wears it down or up in a ponytail. Sometimes will put it up in a messy bun mainly to get it up out of her face and off her neck.

She can wake up with it looking perfect/”perfectly messy” - Classic House of Black Hair =p

Eye Color: Grey-Blue

Hogwarts Information -

Worst Class(es):

Herbology - No green thumb and she doesn’t really like digging around in the soil/fertilizer and getting her hands literally dirty.

Potions - She just hates this class because Snape can be such an arse to her because of Jacob (and Sirius) and while sometimes it can be fun for her to exchange quips with him other times it is very distracting and he’s not at all helpful when she’s trying to learn how to brew potions. (He was much worse towards Jacob though).

Elective: Arithmancy - Just no. She’ll let Bill handle that =p

Best Class(es):

Charms - She loves Professor Flitwick and truly does love this subject and has shown a natural talent for it.

Defense Against the Dark Arts - She has a protective nature and fighting spirit, enjoys fighting/duelling and the rush of adrenaline

History of Magic - Actually likes history, although she may not exactly enjoy the boring lectures by Professor Binns, she does love reading and learning about the subject on her own. Also likes getting to have a sort of free period with her friends.

Elective: Alchemy - Her ‘adopted’ mom piqued her interest in the subject and she is eager to learn all aspects of it even if she has to demand to be taught this course as a lone student interested in it.

Least Favourite Teacher(s):

Professor Snape - While they have a more complex relationship than he has with Jacob (or Sirius) and he treated Jacob way worse than her, Keira struggles a lot in Potions because of the lack of help from Snape and his constant hatred towards members of her family. Although they are able to get along sometimes, normally when it benefits them both, or when it’s a sort of Slytherin vs. others type of situation. Even though he can give her a hard time Keira still teases him that he truly likes her deep, deep...deep down. (If he hasn’t yet,) I headcanon that he does teach her Sectumsempra. (But she will never forgive him for what he does to Remus)

Professor Trelawney - Seriously?! How is she supposed to take this class and this Professor seriously? She can’t. This class is riddikulus.

Favourite Teacher(s):

Professor Flitwick - He has always been on of her favourite teachers - great teacher, passion for his job, kind and helpful to his students, overall and understanding and warm person. But what really does it for her is Flitwick’s views on Werewolves. She hates ever having to lie to him and honestly tries not to.

Quidditch:

Beater (Joins team in Year Four)

Captain (Year Five-Year Seven)

World Cup Champion - Team Canada (1990 - summer before Year Seven)

Favourite Spell(s):

Any water/ice or fire related spells (e.g. Aguamenti, Aqua Erecto, Glacius, Freeze, Incendio, Firestorm, Flagrante Curse, Fumos)

Any spells that can knock back an opponent or cause an explosion (e.g. Bombarda, Confringo, Depulso, Everte Statum)

Snowflake-creating spell

Protego

Carpe Retractum

Sectumsempra

Arania Exumai (she hates spiders!)

Cantis (yes she will make people burst into song =p)

Trivia -

(Random facts about them, future job, face claim, theme song, etc.)

Random Facts:

Speaks English and French, and knows a little Russian, ISL/Irish, and Carrier

Plays piano

Jacob was supposed to teach her to play guitar

Hat stall between Slytherin and Ravenclaw

Slytherin Prefect

Has a Siamese Cat

INFJ-A

Probably a True Neutral (or somewhere on the Neutral spectrum)

Uncomfortably with physical affection and needs plenty of time to feel comfortable with someone before engaging. (Honestly probably took until Year 5 for her to comfortably hug her friends, although some she felt more comfortable with sooner than others like Tonks)

Beautiful singing voice, used to be shy about it but grows to be more confident with it (and in general) since she does love to sing - also didn’t like singing without Jacob though

Normally good at hiding her negative emotions

Can become overwhelmed and anxious which causes her to submerge herself in the nearest body of water to calm herself down (e.g. Black Lake, Prefect’s Bath, Courtyard Fountain) Might be because of her Undine genes but being underwater quiets everything down and helps her calm down and brings a sense of peace

Wants to be able to create her own spells like Badeea - teach her the ways!

Fiercely protective of those she cares about, primarily Remus

Receives and sends out a care package once a month from and to “Uncle Remus” - normally filled with chocolate (and wolfsbane which she takes to making after learning how)

A female Sirius =p

Can be quite flirtatious as long as there are no real feelings behind it (she doesn’t believe anyone would actually be interested in her romantically, surprised she even has friends who like her for her, but if someone convinced her they did have feelings for her she might not know how to function =p)

Moves into 12 Grimmauld Place after Walburga passes (and no one else is doing anything with it!)

Moves Barnaby in with her officially summer before Year Six (even though summer before Year Five her basically spent all his time there and stayed with Keira either there or at Hogwarts during the holidays)

Her interest in History most likely stems from her mom

Her mom spending time in Egypt as a Historian/Archeologist before she was born probably influences Keira to become a Curse-Breaker there to feel a sort of connection to her mom - like maybe she explored this tomb too or shopped at this market. Maybe someone here worked with her and remembers her. (Not just about Bill =p)

Sentimental Items - Celtic Warrior Ring (given by her mom to her and Jacob); a quilt made by her mom (on for her and one for Jacob); an old Golden Snitch from Jacob; a House of Black crest cameo necklace

Has no interest or plans to get married or have children

Gifted Bill his leather jacket (that becomes a signature look for him =p)

Future Job: Curse-Breaker (with her partner Bill Weasley)

Face-claim:

Megan Fox

Or Alexandra Daddario

Bonus: Jacob & Keira (although she’d probably never wear pink =p)

Tagging (if you haven’t done it already and want to): @bluerosesburnblue @arnyan @gryffinpuffthunderbird @jadeowl19 @cptaincarswell @changeling-fae

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #my mc #tag game #thanks for tagging me #adelyn-keira black

22 notes · View notes

captaindeanwinchesterforever · 5 years

Text

Surprise, Mother Fucker pt. 3

Here is part three of this Lucifer fan fiction. Thank you to everyone who read the first two. I hope you guys like it. Part four will be coming out soon.

Summary: It has been a year since you confessed being Lucifer’s soulmate and things are going great until two brothers decide to conduct a rescue mission, except you don't need rescuing.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader, ft Sam and Dean Winchester

Warnings: fluffy goodness, a slight bit of angst, and cursing

Word Count: 2,111

One Year Later

I was getting ready for date night with Lucifer. I wished we could have had date night every night, but he had things to take care of since he was the Devil and we were in Hell. I had my stuff to attend to as well. I was happy we made time for each other, though. Date night was always special to me, but this one was different.

I had just gotten done with my makeup and looking at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked okay. I heard the door open and I spun around to see Lucifer in a very nice tuxedo. I took a second to admire how sexy he looked and how brightly his wings shined.

“You look stunning, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. That red dress does things to me.” Lucifer walked slowly towards me with lust in his eyes. I could see his eyes shine red in the dimly lit room.

When he finally reached me, he ran his hands up and down my sides slowly. He admired how my dress hugged my curves and the way my breasts filled it out.

“I could get used to seeing you in a tux. You’re so handsome, baby. I will tell you, I would really like to take it off of you, though.” I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer kissing him slow. I loved having his lips on mine. It gave me such a high.

He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “We will have plenty of time for that after our date. I have a special night planned for you.”

I looked at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He took my hand and walked us to the door. Out in the hall way was a path of red rose petals leading down to the garden I loved so much. We made our way outside and he led me to an archway with roses sprouting out from everywhere and underneath it was a table for two with lit candles. There were petals laid out all around and fairy lights hanging from the archway. Lucifer was a romantic man, but he had never done anything like this before. I was a little surprised. He walked me over to the table and pulled my chair out for me to sit.

“Lucifer, this is amazing. It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” I stared at everything around me and I could see Lucifer watching me with a smile on his face.

“All of this is for you, sweetie. I wanted to do this for you, because you deserve all of this. You have to put up with so much, which includes me. I can’t express how incredibly lucky I am to have you, (Y/N).” He always continued to amaze me with all he did for me.

“Thank you for all of this, for all that you do for me. Thank you for loving me. I don’t ‘put up’ with you Luc. I chose you and I would choose you every single time. I love you, Lucifer.” I reached out and took his hand in mine. He gave me a soft smile.

“I love you, my angel. Forever.” He was so sweet to me and I honestly probably didn’t deserve him.

I looked over and saw a guy with two plates of food in his hands. He sat them down on the table in front of us. It was spaghetti, my favorite meal. He knew how much I loved spaghetti. We talked and laughed while we ate. We had finished our dinner and he got up from his seat. He reached his hand out for me to take it and I did. We strolled down the sidewalk to a bench swing with fairy lights and candles lit all around it.

I sat myself down on one side of the swing and he sat down beside me. I scooted closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I was happy being in his presence whether we were talking or not. He turned his head and kissed the top of mine.

“I never thought I would have ever had a soulmate. I was shocked when you first told me you could see my wings. At first, I hated the idea of having a soulmate, but you were special. I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt some type of bond towards you. Each day passed and I grew more and more in love with you. You became my whole world and you are the most intelligent, brave, beautiful, stubborn woman I have ever met.” I sat up and punched his arm. He flinched and started laughing and so did I.

He got up from his seat on the swing and took my hand. I stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. I always got lost in those blue eyes of his.

“(Y/N), you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. So, I want to ask you something.” Lucifer kneeled down on one knee and took out a ring box.

“Will you marry me? I promise to cherish and love you for the rest of my life. Will you please marry me, baby?”

I was in shock, tears falling from my eyes. Lucifer opened the box and showed me the ring. It sparkled bright in the lights surrounding us. It was one of a kind and simple. The band was rose gold and it had an alexanderite stone in the middle of a halo of diamonds.

I was so surprised that I couldn’t get any words to come out of my mouth. I finally shook my head yes. He took the ring in his hand and placed it on my finger. Lucifer stood and wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up off the ground. He spun me around with the biggest smile on his face. He placed me down on the ground and I kissed him with so much passion. That kiss was the most loving I had ever had, and I sank into his touch. I pulled away and placed a hand on his cheek.

“I love you, Lucifer. You make me the happiest girl in the world.” My heart was racing, and excitement took over my body.

“You make me the happiest archangel alive. I love yo-…” Lucifer was cut short by the sound of fighting leading back to the garden. Lucifer stood in front of me, protecting me from the threat that was coming.

I heard yelling and the voices sounded familiar.

“Lucifier, you son of bitch where are you? Where is (Y/N)?” Dean and Sam were stopped short when they saw Lucifer and I standing together.

“What in the hell is going on here? (Y/N), is that you?” It was rare to see Sam yell, so I was surprised seeing him that way.

“Calm down, Winchester. She is fine. (Y/N) is right here.” Lucifer motioned towards me and I peeked out from behind him. I thought I was seeing ghosts, honestly. I should have known they would come back for me, I shouldn’t really be surprised. Sam, Dean, and Lucifer continued to yell and bicker with each other. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“HEY! WOULD ALL OF YOU JUST CALM DOWN! STOP FIGHTING LIKE FIVE YEAR OLDS!” All three of them were dead quiet after that and I walked to the space between the boys and Lucifer.

“Listen, things are about to get really awkward for all of us. If we could all just calm down so I can explain, that would be fucking fantastic.” My voice was raised, and I was aggravated with all three of them.

“You look like you’re on a date with the Devil, (Y/N). Are you on a damn date?” Dean could never keep his cool in situations like these.

“Matter of fact I am Dean. Now if we could all just calm down, I would explain everything.” I glared at all of them and forced them back inside where we could all sit down and talk.

We all sat down at a table in the kitchen. All three of them glared at each other and I just rolled my eyes.

“Now I am going to explain everything to you two and we are all going to keep our cool, got it? Or so help me I will beat the shit out of all of you.” Lucifer, Sam, and Dean knew I was serious, and they knew I could do it, too.

I finally got done explaining what all had been going on for the past year. Sam and Dean were displeased and refused to look at Luci. I’m sure they were upset with me, too.

“How could you do this to us? You know what he tried to do to us. He’s the Devil for fuck sake.” I glared at Dean and Sam because I knew Sam was thinking the same thing.

“I know you both are mad at me and I understand why. I don’t blame you, but he is my soulmate and I’m not leaving him.” I reached over and took Lucifer’s hand in mine.

Dean got up from the table and stormed back out to the garden. I looked at Sam and he had a disappointed look on his face. He followed Dean and I shook my head and started to cry. Lucifer wrapped his arms around me, and I leaned into his chest. I didn’t know how to feel about any of this. I loved Lucifer so much, but I also loved my boys. I didn’t want to lose either of them. I got up from my seat and walked down the hall way to my bed room. Lucifer tried to follow me, but I locked him out. I laid down on the bed and sobbed. This was so unfair to me. I can’t help how I feel, I can’t help who my heart decides to love.

I laid there crying for thirty minutes when a knock on the door made me jump. I walked over and opened it. It was Sam, Dean, and Lucifer all standing there with puppy dog eyes. I wanted to be mad so badly, but I couldn’t. I let them in my room, and I sat down in the chair in the corner of my room. They were all quiet for a few seconds until I spoke up.

“I’m surprised you two are even still here. Have you come to lecture me some more about my awful decisions?” I was tired of the drama.

“No, we aren’t here to do that. (Y/N), I know how we acted was immature and rude…” I interrupted Sam.

“Oh, you think? You two walking up in here judging me for what I did. What gives you the right to do that? I supported you both when I hated all the damn decisions you both made.” I yelled at both Sam and Dean. They looked ashamed of themselves.

“We both know you have always been in our corner from the beginning and no matter how stupid we were you were always there for us.” Lucifer snickered at what Dean was saying. I glared at him and that smirk on his face disappeared.

“What me and Sam are trying to say is that we are here to support you no matter what. And we will never stop loving you. You’ll always be like a little sister to us. You’re family.” I smiled at both of them. I got up out of the chair and ran over to them. I hugged them both and I squeezed them as tight as I could.

I looked at Lucifer with a straight face and walked over to him.

“I know how you feel about the Winchesters, but I need you to be okay with me still having them in my life.” He looked at me and smiled.

“I want you to be happy and if that is what makes you happy then I’m good with it.” Lucifer knew how much the boys meant to me and all he wanted was for me to be happy.

“Well now that’s out of the way. We have a wedding to plan.” Sam and Dean looked at me with surprise. I laughed at them and Lucifer wrapped his arm around my waist and smiled. I lifted my left hand and showed them the ring.

“Looks like we’re gonna be a family, boys.” Lucifer smirked at Dean and Sam and laughed at the faces they made.

Part Four Here

#SPN #SPNFamily #spn fanfic #spnfandom #lucifer #lucifer fanfiction #supernatural lucifer #luciferxreader #lucifer fanfic #lucifer x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfic

24 notes · View notes

lightoverturesystem · 6 years

Video

youtube

“You may also notice that there is quite a bit of melancholy that runs through this song, which might feel a little bit unusual because the Type 3 [Ennegram] is known for this driven and sometimes upbeat personality. But the more I thought about it, the pressure that is underneath that need to succeed and be that incredible achiever, I think leaves the heart feeling a little bit lonely and a little bit tired.” - Ryan O’Neal

Some breakdowns that lead to life changing epiphanies are quick. They happen in a moment and leave you a different person in a second. Others come slow, a buildup over weeks or even years, but they all end the same, in change. Listening to this song has brought something that’s been bubbling to the surface. Nothing like having a heart-wrenching moment making you weak over doing dishes. I started my elementary years being a golden child. My mother was always showing me off, praising my intelligence and how ahead of others I was. Looking back, it’s nauseating. I’m sure she made many people feel bad in doing so. I was a straight A student until about 6th grade, not long after my sister came along. She replaced me in that role in the family when I started to show serious symptoms of the trauma and my mental illnesses finally became noticeable to others besides myself. While my sister took on this painful road when I was still young, in my formidable years it had done its damage. The feeling of never being good enough, the times I got yelled at for my grades, the disappointment... My mother was gone most of the time, working. She worked a 3-11 shift at a hotel, being gone right when I got out of school, and a 7 am shift at a coffee shop, being gone right as I was getting up. Sometimes I would catch her for a few minutes, then she’d be off again. As she was distanced from me, I yearned for her attention and praise. Doing well in life was how I got it. It’s hard to admit, even now, that at one point I needed her, even if normal for a child. It’s been since August I have seen her, when I briefly had to go to her home to collect my belongings. Just shy of 8 months away from her, I am learning all kinds of things about the world, and myself. I can now recognize a part of my trauma that wasn’t a huge event (known as a ‘Big T’) but has been something quietly hurting in the background. I felt I could never be good enough for my parents. Something a lot of us feel. “Three,” touches on that. “Maybe I’ve done enough, and your golden child grew up. maybe this trophy isn’t real love- and with or without it, i’m good enough.” As I am now separated from my family and toxic people, I can finally realize my true worth. I no longer need the approval of anyone to understand critically that I am worthy of love. This is something I have known objectively, but have struggled to really commit to my subconscious and believe. This song not only touches on family, but what I endured from my last two abusive relationships. My sense of self became distorted. Listening to what they said about me, I lost any idea of who I was. It’s a common thing for abuse victims, but it hurts all the same. The voices who would tell me terrible things that I was not good enough in one way or another, that would tell me I have changed for the worst, are finally being silenced. And in these tender moments between just myself and I, I am relearning my self worth all over again. No longer pushing my own dire mistakes back in my face, I am able to learn that they don’t define either myself or my sense of self worth. “maybe I’ve done enough, finally catching up. for the first time i see an image of my brokenness utterly worthy of love. maybe I’ve done enough. i finally see myself through the eyes of no one else. it’s so exhausting on this silver screen where i play the role of anyone but me. i finally see myself. ”

It has been exhausting to suppress so many sides of myself, and as I heal, I can only truly understand how deep this exhaustion has touched by refusing to suppress it as much as I can. As I grow in ways I shouldn’t have to, or should have already done so, I finally feel I’m coming into my own age. I finally feel an adult and not a teen just scraping by. For the first time, I am getting glimpses of myself without the opinions of others warping it. I am learning to see myself outside what others say about me. I am learning how to define myself, and judge my own character more accurately and critically than I ever have been able to. To understand my own mistakes and instead of breaking down over them, structure how I could have done better, and just how to do that next time. I am able to think of them objectively and not just attack myself. In these tender moments of vulnerability where alone I allow myself to just be myself, I find I am able to put down my guards with myself, and only feel what comes over me, without pushing it away. I am able to see who I am at my core, besides all the alters. I am able to see the vulnerable child I once was that still needs healing. And in my mind, I take this child and I wrap my arms around them and tell them I will love and protect their memory, and learned to cherish the adult they have become. “unabridged and overwhelmed, a mess of a story I’m ashamed to tell, but I’m slowly learning how to break this spell.” I have kept my story to myself and from myself my whole life. Now knowing my repressed memories, I have been able to talk openly about the abuse in ways I never could before. Not nearly desensitized and detached as I used to. I no longer brush it off to being in the past. I recognize I still have many feelings about it, and to come, as I work through it all. I am learning that I am not someone who, because of said story, should keep my mouth shut and take being shamed in any way possible. In this way, I am learning my worth too. “and i finally see myself. now i only want what’s real- to let my heart feel what it feels.” In the last year, I have spoke about my journey in my healing, self compassion, spirituality, and in the way I am searching only for a personal truth and of emotional literacy. One of the main things I have been trying so hard to focus on besides self-awareness, is practicing mindfulness in staying in the present moment. To be able to put down my worries for the future, and my memories of the past to enjoy or work on the present moment. It has so far resulted in a person who is able to calm themselves much more effectively in hard moments. “gold, silver or bronze hold no value here, where work and rest are equally revered. i only want what’s real- i set aside the highlight reel, and leave my greatest failures on display* (*worthy of love anyway)” Society tends to define our worth by what we can achieve in life, and our status. Our finances, our career, our success. For disabled people like myself, that can bring about a unique challenge in knowing our self worth depending on our disabilities and what our limitations are. Another part of this journey has been learning to undo this process, and understand my self worth is not what I can do, how I can perform, how I can function in life. My parents have done the same thing society has done, and pushed me many times past my limit with their ableism. Part of my new life has been to let myself just be disabled. To be able to take that title and learn what it means for me. Which may sound odd, but when you are hardly allowed your own disabilities, when you get punished and hurt for them, you don’t even allow yourself to realize the ways you may need help, or are in pain, or are disabled. You question yourself constantly. In my own safe space, I no longer need to perform for anyone. I am honest with my own capabilities and I am learning how to not be ashamed of them. I want to be honest with myself and my needs, learn to communicate them more directly, and no longer be living an unhappy lie. Often my worth came from what I could do around the house, how I could please people. I set these aside, and ask myself what can I do for me. To be able to just take a moment and allow myself to feel emotion for the first time is an incredible experience. It can be overwhelming, and terrifying. But when it yields greater results in the long run, it is worth it. Sure, I have felt pain, and more consuming grief than I have ever felt since I have started. I knew that was coming. But I also feel an incredible capacity for love and pure joy that I have not ever felt, an untapped source of empathy and compassion just lying in wait. When I can have a moment with my lover that is finally focused on the moment and not anything else, of the feeling of feeling good, and not worrying when it will end and all go wrong is worth the pain and suffering of healing. As I have been creating my own living space, I have made it a priority to place as much value in my rest and just doing nothing for the first time than ever. I have had to learn to relax, a concept that is so odd to say out loud, but makes sense when you take my life experiences into account. If I had not done these things, I would just constantly be working myself to the bone trying to feel good enough to feel as though I deserve the care, effort and time the friend housing me has given me. Living with that in my last house was awful. I’ve always ached to be seen, an invisible child left in the dust. I’ve never felt good enough. Not for my parents, not for friends, not for my lovers, not for myself. And for the first time, I have self worth. I can dictate who comes and goes out of my life because I actually value it to not have people mess it up and treat me badly.

The hardest thing I am learning is to be comfortable with my mistakes, to not let them haunt me as hard. I am learning to set these mistakes aside. I have grieved and wished to change them too long than they deserve. Some of my bigger mistakes have been done like this for over a decade. I’m learning to put them aside, and with the help of my therapist, lover and friends, and learn that I am worthy of love anyway, despite them. Songs like these help. I slump down over the kitchen counter as the song reaches its end, and for the first time, I believe I am worthy of love. “3′s so value authenticity that I knew the lyrics needed to somehow highlight that wherever possible.”

#documentation #music #sleeping at last

2 notes · View notes

twopoppies · 7 years

Photo

I got a fic request from one of my followers to give her a list of Larry fics with “a touch of art, medicine, and/or magical creatures".

It got awfully long mostly because I love magic fics, so I’ll put the recs under the cut. Also, I’m ashamed by how few Medical fics I’ve read! 🙈 Anyway, I hope you find some you enjoy!

Magical Creatures

May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by loadedgunn

Harry thought he had a handle on things. He hasn’t gotten papped in over a month, even the most zealous of fans have given up on finding his location, the Fortress is starting to look hospitable, and Niall just learned how to make shrimp bisque. Even having a massive crush on a gorgeous mythical woodland creature was working out for him.

Most of the time.

On March 31st, Harry Styles disappears. Though many speculate, only two people know where to find him: Niall, his former guitarist, and Zayn, who follows where Niall leads.

The fact the biggest boy band in the world broke up two weeks earlier might be related to the disappearance. The fact Harry meets a fairy named Louis in the woods is a whole other matter.

(Liam is a centaur.)

Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

Coax The Cold by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics

England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

The Devil You Know by Awriterwrites @a-writerwrites

Harry walked slowly to the door, an eerie sense of déjà vu rolling over him. “Who is it?” he called out through the varnished maple.

“Can Harry come out to play?” The voice on the other side of the door was light and airy, musical, with a raspy edge.

Louis.

Harry felt his pulse race a little before he found words. “Harry’s not home right now.” He smirked.

There was a pause and then a light tap-tap-tap on the door, right at Harry’s ear. “Bullshit.”

**** Louis is a vampire. Harry is probably too curious for his own good.

Waiting On You by emma1234 @lads-laddylads

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

love is divine by stylinsoncity ( @alienproof )

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

as we move slowly by snsk

"You know what color your wings are?" Harry asked conversationally, on his stomach at the tattoo parlor, while Louis played absentmindedly with one dangling hand and flipped through some designs.

// Alternatively: Louis grows wings. Harry is the only one who can see them.

Domestic Monsters (series) by @g-uttertrash

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...

I Will Never Rust by stylez

What was Harry meant to say? Yes Louis, I’d date you. I want to make you come repeatedly so that must mean I have a thing for you yeah? No. Because it doesn’t mean that, because Harry refuses to get attached to anyone he wants to fuck.

Harry wants to suck more than just Louis’ blood but Louis refuses to sleep with Count Dickula.

Among The Humans by @the-cheshire-pussy-cat

A gothic, modern day vampire romance between a young human named Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles, ancient vampire and gentleman.

Creatures of the night come with more trouble than they wish to make it seem.

finding you was hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

We’ve got the world in our hands by sarcasticfluentry

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

Magic

because I don’t know that many magical creatures fics, but these ones are magical and are so good as well!

ain’t had none like you in a while by istajmaal

It kind of sucks that instead of using time travel to go back and kill Hitler, Simon Cowell chooses to use it to get his clients to advise younger versions of themselves. Sixteen-year-old Harry's not bitter, it's just that his relationship with Louis was complicated enough before he saw him with hot dad hair.

One day to believe in you by mediaville

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it's really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. "You think about me when you get off?"

"Yes," Louis says. He wonders how hard he'd need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

"Often?"

"Yes, Christ, Harry," Louis groans. "Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I've been visiting family. Anything else you'd like to know?"

the bearded stranger by @juliusschmidt

Harry wakes up to a bearded stranger in his bed.

(Make You Want To) Scream by @lululawrence

While Louis' left hand plays with his nipple, his right reaches down and wraps around his dick and that's when he really knows something is wrong.

The dick in his hand does not feel like his own.

like a boomerang by @youwill

AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it's always February 2nd. Until it isn't.

I’ll Know My Name As It’s Called Again by pukeandcry

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity @alienproof

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Come Along With Me by darkofthenights @jimmytfallon

"A little magic can take you a long way." — Roald Dahl or An AU where Harry is a magician and Louis doesn't believe in such a thing.

Fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes by Teumessian

Louis is just 18 and ends up in 2015 for one day at Harry’s request, one day to make sure his spirit is strong and hopeful enough to take him to the X Factor and end him up where he’s supposed to be. Aka, the one where Harry makes sure Louis knows how amazing he is.

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

Art

I included one where the art involved is writing/poetry because the fic in question does such a lovely job of discussing art as a concept that I just couldn’t resist...but otherwise, I only included ones where the art referenced is painting/drawing etc. I’m sad that I don’t know more!

Little Technicolor Things by @tekhnicolor

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

I would name the stars for you (I would take you there) by impetuous

"Harry Styles is a poem waiting to happen, Louis thinks, eyes tracing peach flesh and the undercurrent of blue veins. He wants to write him all down, to capture the image of green eyes and red lips and skinny wrists... dark ink spilled across the page."

Or a vaguely Notting Hill-like AU (or that made for TV Disney movie Starstruck if you’ve seen it… no? Just me?) starring popstar!Harry and bookkeeper/soulful poet!Louis; and including guest appearances by Fate, a wise elderly aristocrat, and lots and lots of pining.

Starry, Starry Night by xxSterre (WIP)

Artist AU based on a tumblr prompt by youngandmadeof.

AU where Harry’s getting a degree in fine arts but he’s always envied street artists their freedom and the thrill coming from illegal activity. One day, he notices a particular graffiti and decides to paint into it. Louis does graffiti. One day, somebody starts messing with his murals.

Medicine

why do I only know one?

Lonesome When You Go by 13ways @13ways-of-looking

Harry, Louis, Niall, and Liam are surgeons-in-training at the most prestigious program in the United States.

More than that, Harry and Louis have a history unknown to the others, a history that involves dogs and God, anatomy lessons, food fights, vinyl jazz records, and one hell of an oyster tour.

A story of trust and friendship, of poetry and rock and roll, pink-tinged dawns and the darkest nights.

A tale of portraits, tattoos, and everlasting love.

Edit: How did I forget you @afirethatcannotdie?

Do Not Go Gentle

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

#mine #larry fic rec

150 notes · View notes

neverisalongtime-ja-blog · 7 years

Text

Chapter 37: Ice Cream with Josh

Hello everyone! I’m back and I’m so sorry I kept you all waiting for this new chapter but here it is! This chapter is so sweet and I hope you all like it!

Remember to check Anastasia’s Instagram that is on fire:

Anastasia_Truman ❤️️

Thanks to everyone who reads the fic, much love to you all! ♥

Read chapter 36

Next morning, Anastasia woke up feeling in heaven. She was trying to process the weekend she just had. Not only she met her lifetime crush, she worked with him and they shared a drinking session. Cloud nine was such a small place for all the joy and happiness she was feeling. She even managed to get Josh out of her head for a while; the constant knot on her stomach was fully undone while she was in Las Vegas.

She brushed her teeth, tied her hair up in a bun, took a quick shower and grabbed a long Pilots tee shirt (Her dad’s legendary rock band), put it on and went downstairs, When she was walking through her living room she saw a pink spot on her kitchen that wasn’t normally there, she smiled and walked towards her best friend.

- I’m gonna take all of your keys back. I’m tired of you all sneaking into my house! – Anastasia said smiling.

- I woke up extremely happy this morning and I wanted to have a great breakfast but Peyton wasn’t there so I came here to have breakfast together – Mandy said turning around to see Anastasia but the midnight-blue-haired girl notice that her friend wasn’t, in fact, happy. Mandy showed a serious face.

- What’s wrong? – Anastasia asked. She really wanted that breakfast.

- This is wrong! – Mandy said showing a little orange jar on her right hand.

Anastasia understood everything then. Mandy found her Xanax jar and it was empty. But it wasn’t because Anastasia took them all. After that afternoon with Josh in Orlando she never took another Xanax, instead as soon as she got to LA she threw the pills on the crusher on her kitchen sink but she never got rid of the jar. How stupid she felt in that moment. If she explained that to Mandy, her friend wouldn’t believe her because of the addiction she had on the past.

- I’m sorry. I took them on the tour but I swear I won’t do it again – Anastasia told her friend.

- I’m so disappointed and so angry right now, An – Mandy said – You know that if you have any issue, any problem you can come and talk to me and I will help you find a solution, I will cheer you up! Don’t go back to Xanax. It cost you a lot to get out of it years ago – Mandy’s face showed her rage.

- I’m sorry. I swear that it was just one time – Anastasia was begging her friend for comprehension.

- I just feel so mad that you didn’t come to me – Mandy said.

- Sometimes I think I’m a load to you.

- Never! I don’t want to see you bad – Mandy walked to Anastasia and gave her a tight hug, Anastasia embraced her friend like there was no tomorrow. They had a long time without giving themselves that kind of hugs that goes straight to the soul.

- I’m fine. Believe me, especially after this weekend! – Anastasia said with a smile.

- I’m going to serve breakfast and you have to tell me everything – Mandy said.

The two friends had some eggs, bacon and waffles and Anastasia told Mandy every single little detail about her weekend in Las Vegas.

- I saw the picture on your Instagram with the red wig – Mandy said laughing – I miss your red hair, which was the beginning of your witch-to-be look.

- I know! I looked amazing, don’t you think?

- You did! But how is he? – Mandy wanted to know.

- He is even better than I imagined. He is so sweet and so nice. He is not that cocky asshole we saw on stage or videos. We had dinner, we made the video and then we had some drinks and we talked about everything you can imagine, especially his divorce – Mandy opened her mouth big.

- He got divorced? – She was shocked.

- Yes! He has been divorced for around a year – Anastasia said sipping some coffee from her cup – Their new album is about that… Oh! – She almost forgot – He kissed my hand twice!

- What a gentleman! – Mandy said

- It was incredible! And I had a great time with Steph too.

- Time is always great if you spend it with Steph! – Mandy laughed – I’m so happy for you! You got out of the drama for at least three days.

- I know – Anastasia smiled – I’m still over the moon! – Mandy smiled too.

- I gotta go because Peyton’s mom is in town and we are going to have lunch and then we hit the stadium for the game tonight.

- Sounds fun! – Anastasia said.

- It is fun! My mother in law is so sweet. I’m so lucky.

- You are, my friend, you are!

- I’ll leave the dishes to you.

- That’s the problem with people sneaking into my house to make breakfast… I have to clean later.

- I love you! – Mandy closed the door behind her.

Anastasia sighed, looked at the mess Mandy had left in the kitchen and began to clean it. But she was still happy, even doing the dishes. She heard her phone ringing and something inside told her that it was Josh, she left the dishes half done and ran to answer the phone and, in fact, it was him calling.

- Hey! – He said.

- Hi – Was all she managed to say.

- I was about to do some grocery shopping and I decided to call you to see if you wanted to join me – That was weird – If you aren’t busy, of course.

- No. I’m not busy – Anastasia said – pick me up.

- That was easy – He said as a joke but it made Anastasia feel a little bit ashamed – I’ll be there in ten.

She ran upstairs to change into more appropriate clothes for leaving the house. She chose a pair of black joggers and a black tee shirt with the word “witch” in front, just as the one she used to wear onstage sometimes. In exactly ten minutes Josh was blowing the horn in front of her house.

- My favorite witch – He said looking at her tee shirt.

- My favorite… guitarist? – She said mocking him and laughing.

- At least I’m your favorite something.

- Don’t be silly, you are my favorite in so many things like… - She mimicked the process of thinking – Like… You are in one of my favorites bands, does that count?

- You are so funny today! – He said faking a smile.

- Why are you buying groceries if we’re leaving on Friday again? – Anastasia said.

- I’m tired of eating out – He answered.

- Did Lauren leave? – She had to ask because the matter was in her head for a long time that morning. He looked at her before answering.

- Yes. She flew back to New York last night.

- Cool – An wasn’t going to prolong subject. Josh looked at her again like waiting for a further answer but she didn’t give it to him.

Josh drove to a grocery shop in downtown Santa Monica. It felt so weird for Anastasia do mundane things like groceries with Josh. She was buying some things for herself too and they looked like a couple buying food for their home. And the atmosphere was so tense, as if Josh wanted to say something and he just couldn’t get it out of his chest, at the same time that they were there trying to choose if coconut shampoo smelled better than aloe shampoo.

- Aloe doesn’t have any smell – Anastasia said – And you know how I love coconut.

- You know what was cool? Those kid’s shampoos that smelled like watermelon or bubblegum – Josh said.

- Yes! Let’s find those! I used to use the watermelon one and my hair smelled great the entire day!

- Are we actually going to buy kid’s shampoo? – Josh said laughing.

- Yes! – Anastasia confirmed it laughing too.

- You’re crazy!

- You already know that – She found the shampoo – Take the watermelon one and I’ll take the bubblegum one – Josh looked at her with an incredulous look – I’m being serious.

- Alright… I’ll take it – He was laughing.

- Your hair will smell amazing! – Anastasia said smiling.

- Let’s have lunch together! – Josh said suddenly – I’ll cook you something. What do you want to eat?

- For real? – Anastasia was accepting all his propositions that day like it wasn’t a big deal but inside of her it was a huge deal, indeed – Mmm, I don’t know… What about some grilled steaks and roasted veggies?

- Sounds good. Deal.

- At your place? – Josh looked at her straight into her eyes like if the answer was obvious.

- Of course!

Josh started cooking the steaks at the grill in his beautiful backyard, the only place that wasn’t filled with instruments, while Anastasia was cleaning and chopping some peppers, tomatoes, onions and corn cobs to roast then in the oven. Not only they went to shop for groceries like a couple, now they were cooking lunch like if that parallel universe where Josh having a girlfriend and An having experienced a weekend with the love of her teenage years didn’t exist.

- Did you have fun this weekend? – Josh asked suddenly when they were seating at his dining table. It felt like a release, she knew he’d wanted to bring it up the whole day.

- More than you can ever imagine – She answered.

- You really like his band – Josh said looking and the food on his plate.

- I do. Well, it was one of those bands you like when you are a teenager. I use to love them then I lost track of what they were doing, but now Mark is working in the studio with them.

- Cool – Josh said, the same cold way An replied to him when he told her about Lauren a couple of hours ago – And what did you do? – He went on with it.

- We mostly filmed, but in our spare time we had dinner with Richard, the lead singer…

- ‘We’?

- Yes, Mark and Stephanie were there too. They got engaged! – The situation was as weird as you could get.

- That’s amazing! – Josh said – They seem so in love.

- They are! They were born to be together.

- Yeah. Some people are – He stopped eating and kept looking at her – What else did you do in Vegas?

- Well, we had lunch and when we were done filming the video – She stopped for a moment, doubting if she should continue talking but she liked to push Josh’s buttons and deep inside her brain, and her heart, she was angry for the time he spent with Lauren – I had some drinks with Richard… just to celebrate – Anastasia felt as if Josh’s stare was piercing her brain.

- Cool – he said again before giving a big bite to his corn cob.

They didn’t say another word until the plates were empty.

- That was so good! – She said taking the plates from the table – Here, I’ll do the dishes – She took a plate from Josh’s hands.

- Wanna watch a movie or something? – He asked her – I don’t know if you have any plans but…

- I don’t have any plans but why don’t we go to the beach? – She asked him.

- The beach?

- Yeah. Let’s go and just lay on the sand. It’s a nice day out – She was finishing cleaning.

- Alright. It’s a good idea.

And so they went. On the way to Venice Beach, Anastasia’s phone began buzzing and as she grabbed it she saw a couple of messages from Richard, she felt bad about reading them while on Josh’s car but the curiosity was huge.

“Hey. Hope you are well, I just wanted to tell you that I’ve seen some scenes from the video and you look beautiful”. She read the first.

“You will be the first to watch it when is out”, the second one said and she smiled like a child.

- Do you smile like that when you read my texts? – Josh asked.

- What? – She thought she heard wrong.

- You read that text with such a smile on your face – She heard right.

- Is that a wrong thing?

- No. It’s the face I make when I read your texts – He was impossible.

- I’m going to leave the facial expression I make when I read your text to your imagination – She said but Josh didn’t take it as well as she thought. He started to drive faster, as he did when he was angry. She decided not to reply to Richard right away.

They arrived at Venice Beach and the beach was mostly empty, which was always something amazing to catch. Josh brought a big towel with him so they could sit on the sand.

- I love this place so much – Anastasia said.

- Why? – Josh asked looking at the sand.

- Why? – She looked at him – There is such beauty in this place. So many things happening, so many people from so many places around the world. There’s the city and there’s the beach…

- It is a place with so much falseness – Josh said still looking at the sand. He didn’t catch Anastasia’s eyes even though she was looking at him. She knew he was angry.

- There’s falseness everywhere, not just here. But you need to only see the good. All the people that move here to make their dreams true…

- How many actually achieve that?

- What’s wrong? – Anastasia was done – I only wanted to get some peace at the beach shore. I mean, look! The beach is empty; do you know how rare is that? And you are there, looking at the sand being angry for some reason…

- I’m not angry – He looked at her straight to her eyes for the first time since they arrived to the beach – It’s just… I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.

- I’m here to listen.

- I know but I also know you won’t be there for too long.

- What do you mean? – Anastasia was confused.

- I feel like I’m losing you, An – He said without breaking the eye contact.

- Losing me? From what?

- From whom…

- Josh, is this because of my weekend at Vegas?

- It’s about everything you will do. I feel like I can’t make up my mind and I know you won’t here forever, I know that if somebody appears and wants to take you he’s going to do it because I can’t make up my fucking mind.

- I’m going to ask you something crazy – He looked back to the sand – By any chance did you read my writing notebook that Eric has because he’s making notes for some new songs? I wrote a song called ‘Make Up Your Mind’ and it’s about you – Josh looked at An again – I promised myself that I wasn’t going to write songs about any other guy but this thing that I have with you has turned into a fucking roller coaster – She laughed.

- Would you be mad if I did?

- Well… I know Eric didn’t give you permission to read it because he knows I don’t like people to sneak into my lyric notebook – He looked at her again – But no. I wouldn’t be mad about it.

- I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. I’m so jealous of the way you write songs that I wanted to see if I could learn something. I guess I got more than what I was looking for.

- That will teach you to stay away from other people’s notebooks – Anastasia laughed but Josh looked to the floor one more time and she just hugged him – Look at me – She said to him without breaking the hug. Their faces were so close – I don’t know what’s going to happen, you don’t know what’s going to happen so why not just enjoy this moment, right now, without worrying about an uncertain future? – He just looked at her with the tenderest eyes and that gave Anastasia the push to kiss him. It wasn’t a long kiss but it was meaningful, it was one of those kisses that made both smile after, and they did. She saw Josh smiling for the first time that afternoon – Let’s enjoy today and this beautiful sunset.

Sunsets in California were something out of this world. The sky turned into so many shades of blue and pink and red, it didn’t matter where in the state you were, at sunset it was mandatory to stop and look at the sky for a few minutes. Josh put his arm around Anastasia while she rested her head on his chest to view that show the sky was giving to them. After that she remembered the ice cream shop she discovered with Mandy last time they were there and Josh obviously agreed to go and get one.

- Guess I should take you home – Josh said while getting into his car.

- Yes, you should – Anastasia laughed – I need to start packing because we aren’t coming back to LA before going to London and I need to pack a whole shitload of things.

- I’m so sad I’m going to miss Glasto – He started to drive.

- You can watch it, there’ll be a livestream!

- Really? I need to plan that. I’m so damn proud of you all, how far Dead Curse have come.

- I know. I will probably cry on that stage. It has been a personal dream for a long time.

- You deserve it. You all do. I’m so jealous of what you guys have with DC.

- You have that with Dot Hacker.

- It’s not the same. I mean it fulfills me… to a certain point.

- You’ll never be content with anything you do, will ya? – Josh shrugged.

Anastasia wanted to ask Josh if he wanted to stay the night at her place, but she felt that with everything that happened that afternoon it was enough Josh for a day. They shared another kiss in the car once they were in front of her house and it was a much more passionate one. To her, it felt like he didn’t want to let her go, the way he grabbed her lips with his lips woke up a bunch of emotions inside of her, but it had been enough for that day.

This chapter was inspired by a particular Florence and The Machine songe (By now you all guessed that I LOVE Flo) I couldn’t find a good video on Youtube but here is a LINK to the lyrics, sorry for that. This is also the song that Josh read on Anastasia’s notebook.

#Josh Klinghoffer #JoshKlinghoffer #JoshKlinghofferFanFic #JoshKlinghofferFanFiction #Josh Klinghoffer Fan Fic #Josh Klinghoffer fan Fiction #FanFic #Fan Fic #FanFiction #Fan Fiction #Klinghoffer #Red Hot Chili Peppers #RedHotChiliPeppers #RHCP #JoshAn #NeverIsALongTime #Never Is A Long Time

10 notes · View notes

thenerdytomboynewb96 · 5 years

Text

Samantha Allan Park Ch. #46

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC's. Any references to “TMNT Out of the Shadows” DO NOT BELONG TO ME. Only my additions that I came up with myself belong to me. Anything from the films or other series ARE NOT MINE, only my OC’s and my ideas that I have added onto the story FOR FUN. Thank you.

Chapter #46

Saturday July 4th, 2015. Church, 12p.m.

The turtles were now making their way up towards the top pews of the church. April, Kris, and Irma had all lead the boys in through a back entrance so that no one would see them. As April guided them upstairs she had instructed them that one of them (or Casey once he arrived later on) would provide further instructions, but for now they would just be chilling out in the top pews. There was one way glass that had been built in so that viewers from the top pews would not be a distraction, and it was also a safety feature.

The turtles watched as people in all sorts of fancy clothes continued to enter the church. Mikey frowned as he looked at the people down below. “Where’s Sam at? Is she running late?” he asked. “Don’t worry. She’s taking forever to get ready since she can’t do her own hair and make-up, but Kris said she’s in the building” Donnie reassured. “Then where is she?” Raph asked as he also looked throughout the crowd below. “She’s in the bridal party. Based on tradition, that means she will not enter our sights until the precession has begun.” “Is that why the music’s playing?” Mikey asked as loud organs began to ring throughout the church. “It should be” Donnie said with a smile. “You texted him right?” Leo asked. “Yesssssss, don’t worry!” Mikey stated as he made his hand form an ‘o.k.’ symbol. Jay had instructed the boys ahead of time to send him a text as to when they arrived at the church. None of them were exactly sure why they needed to do this, and even Sam was dumbfounded (or so she pretended to be) as to knowing why her brother had instructed the turtles to do this. “Oh hey, the chief is here” Raph stated as he pointed to the woman who was taking a seat with some officers who were dressed in their uniforms. “I wish she would get back to us about the information we sent her. It’s freaking me out that we sent her that recording and she hasn’t replied to us in any way yet” Donnie slightly frantically stated.

A couple of weeks previous, the turtles had sat down with Sam and recorded everything that she had to say in regards to what happened when they were all on the Technodrome. Each turtle contributed in explaining all that had happened, but the turtles were shocked to hear Sam mention what happened at the very end of the battle. According to Sam, a group of small ‘humans with pointy ears and bright spikey colored hair’ that had shrunk themselves down where you could only see and hear them if they were right in front of your eyes and ears had provided Sam with a mutagen that would allow her to read Krangs mind for literally 10 seconds. This was what Sam had used in order to jab her hand into the tentacles that were located in the back of his head. Obviously Sam could not learn everything in 10 seconds, but she learned that he was the leader of an army of other small Krang, and also of some environmental beings such as rock soldiers. She had learned that Krang had taken over multiple other planets throughout what was apparently an incredibly huge galaxy and that although him and his ship were damaged pretty badly, he was far from being done with Earth and with the turtles. Sam had stated that the weird looking people that gave her the chemicals to learn all this by connecting her nerves with Krangs were known as the Neutrinos, but the oldest brothers still weren’t sure how true all this was. What was currently upsetting Donnie was that they had sent this recording to Vincent, but she had yet to say anything back. For whatever reason this just left him with a bad feeling.

Donnie then felt someone nudge his arm. He turned to his left to see Leo staring at him with concerned features. “Hey, don’t worry about it for now. Right now we’re here for our family. If Vincent is planning something, then we’re not going to worry about it for this one day.” Donnie nodded with a smile. “Ohhhhh I think it’s starting!” Mikey screamed into a whisper. The four brothers looked forward as they saw the groomsmen and the bridesmaids enter the church in pairs of two. The men were all wearing sharp black tuxes, and the women that all came in were wearing gorgeous pastel colored dresses. They came in wearing purple, orange, yellow, pink, and blue pastel colors, and each woman looked stunning in their color, as if the pastel shade was created for them to wear themselves. “Not to sound totally rude, by why are they all Asian?” Raph asked. “Jay’s family grew up in a community that consisted of mostly Asian American citizens, and since Sam’s family was so close to them, they practically got to know everyone in their neighborhood. These are the people that Jay and Brenda have practically known since birth, hence Sam being friends with all their younger brothers” Mikey stated aloud. The other three brothers then looked over towards their youngest with curiosity. “And you know this, how?” Leo asked. Mikey shrugged. “I asked questions when she showed me pictures of rehearsals, she answered my questions” he said bluntly. “Whoa” Raph muttered. The rest of the boys looked forward and now they knew why Raph had made his comment. Walking in now was Sam, but this was a new Sam.

This Sam’s hair had been straightened and slightly curled inwards at the ends. This Sam had eyeliner that made her usually dark brown eyes look as if they were bright colored orbs. This Sam had long lashes and hints of green eye shadow that matched perfectly to the light red blush on her cheeks. This Sam had just the perfect touch of light pink that was only hints away from being a more skin toned lip gloss that made her lips shine and look smooth and luscious. This Sam had obviously used lotions that made her skin glow in a way that no one had ever seen before. This Sam was wearing white heals that emphasized how long her legs truly were, and how slim and fit they were and that showed off her painted tone nails. She wore a long pastel green a line dress (something that would make the tomboy feel comfortable while also meeting the quota of being ‘dressed appropriately for a wedding’).

The boys all stared in amazement. In the little over a year they had known the girl they had only ever seen her wear jeggings, sweatpants, or co-ed sporty shorts, so seeing her in a dress, and in heels, and with make-up on…it was a lot to take in.

“Wow” Donnie muttered, “I knew she was gonna have to clean up for this, but Sam looks beautiful.” He looked down at the girl with slightly widened eyes. He was so used to seeing her nerdy side, since the two nerded out together every time they hung out, so seeing Sam look like a typical girl and not her tomboy sporty self was astonishing. The transformation was so beautifully surreal.

Leo was staring at her the same way, but with a small smile. While he agreed that Sam looked gorgeous, more than anything he was happy to see that Sam was walking straight and was keeping calm. Knowing her, she had to be mentally freaking out dressed that way. She wouldn’t care that all eyes were on her, she was used to that, she was worried about being dressed the way she was. “She’s doing well so far. She hasn’t stumbled or frozen up.”

“When did she learn how to walk in heels? She literally told me she falls every time she even tries them on” Raph chuckled. He didn’t want to be rude, but he never expected Sam to look like the girl that he was looking at right now. As he thought this he thought back to his conversation with Sam when she learned he was holding Chuck’s old nunchuk and how she didn’t want people to think differently of her because she was a girl, or because of her past. He mentally swore to himself that he wouldn’t go overboard in telling her how beautiful she was (even though she truly was a remarkable sight to look upon) in order to protect her feelings.

Mikey felt the same way as Raph to certain extents, but as he stared down with wide eyes at his best friend he also felt disappointment rise up within him. Mikey knew that Sam was cute, and he knew that she had an attractive build from being physically fit, but he had never viewed her the same way that he was now. Why hadn’t he ever thought of her as the beautiful being that he was staring at right now? Of course, he knew that the Sam down below was an illusion, and he knew that this may literally be the only time he ever saw Sam dressed this way, so that had played a major role in why he had never expected her to look as stunning as she did now…but he felt ashamed in realizing that it wasn’t until he saw her this way for him to see how much true and natural beauty she truly carried within her. He should have realized how beautiful she was from the beginning. He should have recognized her beauty when she had her sweaty hair pulled back in a ponytail during training, not now when it was straightened so that not one fly away lay on her head. He should have recognized that Sam had curves just like any woman and not just noticed her figure now while she wore a dress that comfortably hugged her body. He should have realized that Sam would have rocked a pair of heels even though all he had ever seen he wear were sporty or skater shoes. Was it because she was like his sister, or because since day one she had expressed her tomboy-isms that he had never imagined her to look the way she did now? He mentally vowed that when he met up with his friend again that he wouldn’t gush over her like he was in his mind just now, but instead would mentally remind himself that Sam was still a girl and that being a tomboy didn’t mean he should ignore everything that she was and could be in every way. He would still treat her the same, but in certain ways he would make sure to show more respect towards her. That’s what a best friend should do.

“Heh, I bet Kris is happy right now” Leo said with a smirk. “Does she still like him?” Raph asked. “I know she’s mentioned that in the past they were inseparable.” “She’s never mentioned anything about it if she does” Mikey stated. “Oh he’s definitely happy though, look there and you can see his face” Donnie said as he pointed to a piece of glass from the window of the church. As Kris and Sam continued to walk down the aisle a chunk of the glass revealed Kris’s face, and he was smiling as if today was the greatest day of his life. Granted, his older sister was getting married today, but the boys also had a feeling that it was because of the beautiful girl that was holding onto his arm as they walked down the aisle together. “He’s smiling more than she is though” Leo noticed. “She’s probably just better at staying calm” Donnie teased. “Ohhh there’s Brenda!” Mikey stated aloud. Everyone throughout the church rose from their seats as Brenda entered the church and slowly began to walk down the aisle. Since Brenda had lost her father years before her family was forced into the Foot, Irma, Brenda’s mother, did the honors of walking her daughter down the aisle towards her fiancée. “I wonder what her face looks like, since Jay is beaming” Mikey wondered aloud as he stared at his brother figure who couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even if he wanted to.

Finally Brenda had reached the front of the room and was now standing across from her soon to be husband. The turtles couldn’t make out what she was whispering to Jay, but they saw the two smiling and then saw Jay turn towards everyone in the pews.

“Before we begin our ceremony, many of you know that we have some special guests with us today. None of us can see them, but Brenda and I are grateful they were able to make it today. We both would like to thank them, because without their help, this marriage would never have had the chance to become official. And not only have I and my fiancée been affected by these four, but almost everyone in this room is able to live their lives freely because of the four heroes that joined us the day we broke free from the Foot’s hold. Although we cannot see you, the people in this room have been waiting for the moment where they can formally thank you for everything you have given back to them. So, shadows in the night, we thank you.” As Jay said these final words, he and Brenda then bowed forward as they faced the non-see through glass high up-above. The four brothers were shocked since they had no idea that this was happening, and even though none of them but Mikey would have ever admitted it, but each of them felt as if they might cry as every single person in the church stood up, turned around, and then slightly bowed forward in the direction the turtles were standing in from up above. The brothers looked down and saw faces, young and old, faces of all colors coming from different backgrounds, all types of people that were bowing with huge smiles on their faces. They even saw a few young hands waving upwards as if they personally saw who was behind the glass. “This is incredible” Donnie muttered with a smile. “Guys, we have the best human family ever” Mikey sniffed. Leo nodded. “We do, we really do.” “Even now he’s still protecting us, they all are” Raph said as he saw April and Sam stand up straight as they looked upwards with beaming smiles.

Soon everyone was standing and sitting in their proper stances, and the wedding continued on. The turtles had only seen wedding ceremonies on television, so it was a true honor to actually witness something so beautiful up close and in person. The scenery, the filled church with friends and loved ones, the words from the vows being shared that demonstrated how much these two cared for each other. The manliest of men couldn’t deny how incredible it was to be a part of this event.

Finally the couple had reached the final step in the ceremony: the kiss that binded them as husband and wife. Of course Mikey was in tears because this was such a magical moment. Raph was keeping it together, but holy shit he was so close to crying as well because of how beautiful the vows alone were. He tried to calm himself by starting conversation. “So what do we do now?” he asked. “Well, the instructions were to wait for further instructions, so we do that” Donnie said as he rubbed his brother’s shoulders, sensing that his older macho brother was fighting back tears. Just on time, April entered the space. “Hey guys, and Mikey these are for you” she said with a smile as he handed him a full box of tissues. “April you’re the best” he wailed as more tears began to fall. “So what’s the plan?” Leo asked. “So once it’s clear I’m going to lead you to the upper rafts of the back room where the reception is being held. That area has lights and all different mechanics for shows and dances and stuff, so they have these rafts that you can walk across almost like it’s a movie set. You guys are gonna camp out up there and people are going to keep coming up and checking on you.” April looked down at her phone. “Alright Casey says the main guests have left. The only ones left in the church are family members of the bridal party who want to take pictures. Now’s the time to move.”

And just like April said, the boys were now relocated to the walkways above what was being used as the reception hall. The hall was decorated to look just as gorgeous as the church had. The centerpieces contained pictures of the bride and groom from childhood all the way up until when Jay had proposed. A slideshow of all these pictures was also playing in the front of the hall. The table cloths were all pastel colors, which seemed to be the color scheme of this wedding, and there were vases of beautiful pastel shaded roses all throughout the room. The guests were all participating in some fun games and activities that were scattered throughout the room until finally everyone in the bridal party had arrived.

The bride and groom had their first dance, Kris and Sam both read their heartwarming speeches that they had written, Irma had made a lovely toast, and then everyone began to eat and mingle.

Then came the next unique portion of the night, the group dances. Right before the dances began, the four boys got a message from April that read ‘if you tease Sam about what happens next, she said she will literally ignore you for a year.’ The boys all looked down towards where Sam was sitting at the head table right next to Brenda, wondering what the hell was about to happen that she would be so embarrassed by it. That’s when the music began to play. “Is…is this from High School Musical?” Raph asked. Leo raised a brow as he smiled at his brother. “And you know that how?” “And you know I’m right, how?” Raph grunted with an irked expression. “It is!” Mikey announced as he held his hands together. “Guys, it was all our childhood, as men we can admit that we all saw those movies. Don’t make it weird” Donnie said as he nudged his older brothers. As ‘Can I Have This Dance?’ came on and played throughout the room, the boys watched as each groomsmen took the hand of a bridesmaid and walked out towards the dance floor where the bride and groom were already standing together and beginning their portion of the dance. Of course Sam was paired with Kris and the two were now dancing hand in hand. While some of the other pairings were giggling and even making other guests watching laugh playfully because they accidentally miss-stepped or maybe were a bit goofy because someone in the duo was overly confident or a bit more shy than the other, Sam and Kris being the dancers they were, were in sync throughout the entire performance.

Mikey felt weird as the first chorus ended and Kris and Sam now parted ways and then joined up with others in the group. After the first chorus all the pairs ended up splitting up and dancing with others in the group. The turtles tried to remember who the faces were of the men that Sam was now dancing with since she had shown them so many pictures of people she and Jay were friends with. Mikey (and the other brothers) watched as Sam moved on to dance with Ryan (Kevin’s older brother) as their hands connected and the two twirled towards the next pair where Sam was passed on to Jason, and then not long after to Eric (both being Key’s older brothers). She was then guided towards Henry (Ken’s older brother) and then finally towards a man named Justin who didn’t have any siblings who were Sam’s age, but who had still grown up being close friends with Jay. Mikey felt weird for being happier to see Sam dance with these other men than when she was dancing with Kris. He lightly shook his head, not wanting to concern his brothers, as he tried to shake these thoughts from his mind. Why would he ever think that? He was Sam’s best friend, he should be happy when she was happy, yet these weird feelings came back as Sam reunited with Kris on the dance floor.

All the women were then lifted up into the air as the men spun around and continued on with the motion of the dance. Then it happened again and Mikey felt his chest begin to hurt. ‘Man it must be hot up here or something’ he thought to himself, ‘that’s gotta be it.’ He then watched as Sam was dipped by Kris and how she clung to him so that she wouldn’t fall. He then saw for the first time the smile on her face that now matched the smile on her partner’s face.

“Awwww look how happy she is” Leo stated genuinely. “Can I tease her about that?” Raph said with a devilish grin. “Heh, yeah. If you have a death wish” Donnie teased. While the other brothers were enjoying the dance and were thrilled to see Sam so happy, Mikey just felt…weird. As much as he loved to see Sam dance and be happy, he just felt…not like himself. The boys then watched as Kris lifted Sam up in a move where he held her from behind. One of Sam’s arms was wrapped around Kris while the other was thrust into the air, while her body was leaned back and curled as Kris spun them around. ‘They look like their meant for each other…I have to get used to this’ Mikey thought to himself. He then concluded that this feeling was brotherly instinct, because of course he wanted Sam to be happy just like his brothers had been commenting on seconds ago, but seeing her with Kris just didn’t feel right. It had to be his brotherly intuition of not wanting her to get her heartbroken.

Somehow this had helped put Mikey at ease as the dance number concluded. He also assumed this was the case because as the song repeated (it had been edited so that it was much longer than the original) his weird feelings went away as Sam began to dance with other guys. Each member of the wedding party was now branching out and pulling spectating guests out onto the dance floor to dance with them (although this was already rehearsed). Sam went down the line of pulling the rest of the members of the ‘5K’ out onto the dance floor. First she danced with Key, then Kyle, then Kevin, and then Ken. The final person she had pulled out onto the dance floor was Casey. It was perfect that he ended up attending and agreeing to participate since they were outnumbered during planning, so Casey was part of the final group to be pulled onto the dance floor and soon after was paired up with April.

At this point Sam was now dancing with Jay while Kris was now dancing with Brenda, the two couple of siblings in the middle of the dance floor while everyone else paused and watched. This was when Mikey knew that his feelings were just brotherly and nothing more. He hadn’t felt weird as he watched Sam dance with the other men in the wedding party, and he didn’t feel weird as he watched Sam dance with the rest of her guy friends. This had to be proof that his feelings were just of brotherly worry because he knew that Sam had a crush on Kris in the past and he assumed she still had those feelings now that her human childhood friend had now reconnected with her once everything about them being tied to the Foot had been revealed.

None of the brothers would admit this to the others, but they all felt a strange feeling as they watched Sam dance with Kris. They were all so used to Sam being her dorky tomboy self that they had never considered picturing her with other guys. They didn’t care that she had other guy friends, and they all knew that she would obviously attract someone someday, but since she was their sister they all worried about her getting hurt. And based on everything she had told them, they all knew that her and Kris’s friendship was a unique case because of their ties to the Foot. They all wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and to be with someone that treated her right. Oh god if she ever dated a guy that wronged her, he would be a deformed bloody pulp in mere seconds. They were her brothers now and they were always going to worry about her, so of course it was only natural for their protective instincts to kick in. They would never tell Casey, but they had told April that they were keeping their eyes on Casey as well. So far he had been checking out and they could sense he was a good guy (Raph had especially grown closer to the man in the same way that Leo had grown personally closer to Jay), but they were continuously going to keep an extra close eye on him simply because they could sense that the two had a connection, and again, if anyone ever hurt April, well let’s just say they would regret it for the rest of their life.

The humans down below continued on with their group routines as all the women danced (and kicked ass while doing so) to CL’s Baddest Female, and the guys looked…interesting as they danced to Enrique Iglesias’s “Finally Found You.” There were multiple other dance routines that went on, some that were surprises and some that were even spontaneous. The choreographed dancing ended with Jay and Brenda dancing together to a faster paced and then a slow song. All the turtles cared about the entire time they watched these fancy and comical routines was that Sam had the hugest smile on her face the entire time. Leo shook his head. “Can you believe she was going to turn herself in and throw all of this away?” he asked in a saddened tone. “We’ll never let her do that” Donnie said as he looked over at his brother, “we’re gonna make sure she looks like that for the rest of her life” he said as he pointed to Sam who was now happily dancing with her female friends now that everyone was dancing freely. “Do you think we can do that?” Raph asked. The brothers all looked at him funny. “What do you mean?” Donnie asked. “Well look at her, she’s with people and she’s smiling like crazy.” “She smiles with us” Mikey stated defensively. “Well yeah, but with people, it has to be different. She deserves moments like that down there, and she can’t have that if she’s always with us-” “And we won’t let that happen either” Leo cut in. “What?” Mikey asked, astounded at hearing his brother hear that they would keep Sam away from them. “Not like that” Leo stated, “but we’ll make sure she lives her life to the fullest and doesn’t purposefully stay behind to wait for us. Obviously we want to spend time with her, she’s our sister now, but we also have to push her towards hanging out with people like she is now. She deserves those happy moments as well.” “It’s like when she told us which university she was going to” Donnie added. “We made her literally write us a list of reasons why she wanted to attend Blair in order to prove that she wasn’t attending just to stay near us and keep us happy rather than travel somewhere further away and explore the world.” Mikey nodded his head, now he understood and he agreed. “Now I get you, and I agree. We will take care of our sis and protect her, but we also need to encourage her to live her life and not always worry about us. That’s what real friends, real brothers would do” he said confidently. “Yeah, but we have to keep an eye out on that” Raph scoffed as he pointed down at Kris who now playfully wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist as she then threw her arm over his shoulder in return. “Oh for sure!” Mikey exclaimed as he formed O’s with his hands and brought them towards his eyes as if looking through binoculars. Donnie and Leo just laughed at the other two. “Guys, we’ll obviously keep an eye on him, but he’s been a good guy so far. He’s level headed and family oriented and he’s been nothing but respectful and caring whenever we met him” Leo reassured. “Ehhhh I don’t know, he just seems fishy” Mikey said as he rubbed his chin. “Yeah, and he upset her when she lost her family” Raph added with a grunt. Donnie sighed. “Unfortunately that’s true, but it was with best intentions. He was trying to protect her-” “And he hurt her even more instead” Raph huffed. “Well her own brother kept secrets from her as well, does that mean she shouldn’t be close to him anymore either?” Leo questioned. Raph and Mikey looked at each other and sighed. “He has a point” Mikey said glumly. “Tch, Leo always makes a good point, especially when Donnie is on his side.” “Point for leader and brains” Donnie said enthusiastically as he and his oldest brother high fived.

Not long after, April and Casey brought food up to the guys and the two kept the four company for about an hour as people down below continued to mingle. April stared down through the openings along the ceiling and watched Sam as she was currently jamming out with her friends. April laughed as she shook her head. “That girl is definitely something else.” Raph peeked down and noticed that Sam was now adding a lot more hip into her dancing. “Something else is right” he said as he looked away. “Awwww you guys don’t like seeing Sam dance like a lady” Casey teased as he saw the way the guys were watching over her as she added hips and ass to her dancing. “We did enjoy seeing you dance” Leo teased. As he raised his glass to drink he sent a mocking glare towards Casey as he looked over the edge of the glass. “Hey I rocked that routine, don’t hate on it!” Casey laughed. “Well you should have, that was super easy!” Mikey said as he waved his hand forward. “Psh, I wanna see you do better” Casey teased. Mikey just laughed in response, but in his head he wanted to tell the group that he could do better because he had helped Sam come up with a routine that was ten times better, but for whatever reason the routine that had been performed had been dumbed down by a lot! “So, I’ve been instructed to inform you guys that Sam will not be visiting you tonight” April said in a depressed yet gentle tone. Donnie nodded his head. “Well that makes sense.” April tilted her head to the side. “It does?” “Well yeah, she’s embarrassed for us to see her dressed the way she is. She’s told us before that peoples thoughts of her in her dress and makeup was her biggest worry about the wedding.” April nodded. “Besides, she’s happy down there. We don’t want to disrupt that” Leo said genuinely. April shot him and the rest of the brothers an odd look. “You…you guys know she’s the happiest when she’s with you, right?” The guys shrugged. “Well yeah,” Raph started, “but obviously she can’t hang out with us the way she’s hanging out with those people down there.” “Okay no!” April announced, waving her hand in front of her to deny what Raph said, “that specific situation down below doesn’t count because those are females. She wouldn’t dance that way with any guy ever in general.” ‘Ahhhh so Sam sees me as a fellow female companion. I guess that’s fair, I have been seeing her as one of the guys all this time’ Mikey thought to himself as he recalled moments where he and Sam had jokingly danced the same way together as she was now with her ‘girlfriends.’ He thought this as he continued to watch over her, unlike his brothers who would break their gaze in order to turn and talk to April and Casey. “Don’t worry April” Leo stated, “we know we’re important to Sam, but we also just want to make sure she’s living her life to the fullest and not holding back for us” Leo kindly reassured. “Jay must be so happy to have you guys in his life” Casey said as he threw an arm around Raph’s shoulder as a means to tease his new favorite mutant friend.

The group continued to talk for a while longer and then the two humans returned to the event being held down below. The reception lasted for a few more hours and then guests began to make their leave. Sam headed home with a few friends so that she could go change at her apartment and get into comfy clothes. Jay and Brenda were about to leave for their honeymoon, but they wanted to greet and thank their green friends before they disappeared for the next two weeks. April and Casey guided the boys towards an alley behind the church and soon after they arrived, the bride and groom met up with them. A thrilled Brenda ran up and gave each brother a huge hug, and Jay being the big dork he was followed in her footsteps. “Congratulations you guys, you definitely go well together” Leo teased as the goofy man caught up to his silly wife. “Thanks man. It’s crazy because we’ve always been together, but making things official is the greatest feeling in the world” Jay said as he kept his arms wrapped around his wife. “So cute… you’re giving me cavities” Mikey said as he pretended to faint. “Ahhhh I just wish Sam was here. I’m so sorry about her behavior you guys.” “What are you talking about?” Raph questioned. “She didn’t visit you guys or anything! Like you’re her best friends and her family!” “And that’s why we get it” Mikey stated. “She didn’t want us to gush over her, which I’m sure TONS of people did that today.” He said this last part with a raised brow, questioning Jay as to whether this was the case or not. The man sighed. “You’ve got a point. I just don’t want you guys to get the wrong idea as to why she didn’t come up to visit you.” “Hey, don’t worry about it. We know her well enough to know where her head’s at” Leo said as he pat the man on the shoulder. Jay couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks Leo, I’m so glad she has the four of you. Oh! Sam also told me she is going to visit you guys tonight, but to give her some time to get herself cleaned up since she has to wash away tons of makeup and hair product.” “What? She gets an apartment to herself for two weeks and she’s gonna come down and hangout with us?” Raph teased. “Well someone has to babysit her” Jay replied. “Besides, her new roommate hasn’t moved in yet so she’ll be lonely.” “Oh, who’s her new roommate?” Donnie asked. Brenda rolled her eyes. “I love her, but wow she sucks at telling you guy’s new news. My brother will be moving in once we officially move all of Jay’s stuff out. It’s close to his university, so he’s going to live with her so it’s easier for him to commute to campus. Plus that way he sort of can get a taste of what it’ll be like to be independent, even though the two of us and my mom still will live nearby” she chuckled. All four boys eyes widened some and Jay picked up on this. “Oh, do you four disapprove?” Jay teased. “Aren’t they like a couple?” Raph asked. Jay looked down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up and answering the question. “Their situation…it’s a bit odd. If life had played out the way we all thought it would, then honestly yes those two would probably be a couple by now, but things didn’t go according to plan. They’ve reconnected and are great friends again, but it’s hard to say if they’ll ever go back to the same type of extremely close friendship that could lead to more than that, you know?” Raph nodded his head. “Alright, just checking.” Once again, Jay couldn’t help but smile at this turtle, and then at all the turtles protective expressions as they nodded their heads in approval of what they had just heard.

The group continued to chat for a bit and then said their goodbyes. Casey drove April home, so the boys decided to head back down to the lair since there was a manhole cover in the alley where they all had been talking. Everyone went their separate ways and decided to kick back and relax after being in a setting of loud chatter and blaring music. Mikey was looking at the clock and waiting for two hours to go by. That’s when it would be dark outside and he could go check up on Sam, who still had yet to come down to the lair. Mikey didn’t bother to send a message to his brothers about where he was heading because he knew that if they were against him going to check on Sam then they would have stopped him before he had left the lair.

About 5 minutes later he was knocking on Sam’s window. The blinds were closed, so he wasn’t sure if she still had company over. He told himself that he would wait for 5 minutes and then would head home, but within 5 seconds the blinds opened and a smiling Sam quickly opened up the window. “Hey, sorry” she said through gritted teeth, showing how awkward she felt. Sam waved Mikey in and he carefully made his way into the familiar bedroom. “What are you apologizing for?” he asked cautiously. “Because I told Jay to tell you that I would head down to your place soon, and yet here I am still getting ready. I was so exhausted that I crashed as soon as I got home and literally just got out of the shower like 20 minutes ago.” Mikey chuckled. “Sam, you were kicking major ass on the dance floor. A dancer NEVER apologizes for that!” he said with a smirk. Her playful smile then turned into a flat lined expression as her tone became more serious. “I also have something else to apologize for, I-” “NO!” Mikey said as he threw his arm out and held his hand out as to say ‘stop.’ “Do NOT apologize for not coming to see us!” Sam pursed her lips. “But!-” “HUSH CHILD! There is no need! We know you well enough to know why you didn’t come up and visit us. You were having fun with your people…well, people-people! Human beings, and we get that. We also know you were embarrassed because of your attire.” Sam’s face began to turn red as she looked away when he mentioned how she was dressed. “Sooooooo you hungry? You can grab whatever you want from the kitchen while I finish getting everything I need.” “How much stuff do you need for one sleepover?” Mikey asked, taking mental note as to how Sam was avoiding talking about how she was dressed for the wedding. Sam laughed out loud. “One? Oh no, you’re stuck with me for 2 weeks” she said with a devilish grin. Mikey looked like he had just won the lottery because of how excited he was. “What?! Do the guys know?!” “Not until I tell them” Sam said with a smirk. “Ohhhhh it’s going to be a fun two weeks my friend!” Mikey said. “Oh! How come you guys changed the dance?” he asked. Sam paused as she tried to understand what he was talking about, then the light bulb went off. “Oh! The group dance? Unfortunately the dresses we were wearing weren’t flexible enough to handle the routine you and I came up with. Trust me I get why you’re upset, our routine was wayyyyy more fun and intricate than the final product” she said with a pouty face. “Oh I’m not upset! I just thought that maybe you took other people’s input and didn’t want mine AND THAT’S FINE!” he announced as he saw Sam turn towards him defensively as if she was about to start rambling on about how that wasn’t true. “But I would never do that to you” Sam said softly. “So it’s not fine. Trust me if I had more of a say than everyone would have been doing our routine. Although, to a certain extent I’m kind of glad that I didn’t dance our routine, I mean it is ours for a reason.” Mikey was confused. “Wait, what?” “Well the two of us came up with the original routine. I don’t think I could perfectly pull off what we came up with unless I was dancing with you” she said as her back was turned towards Mikey as she was folding some clothes into a larger overnight duffle bag. Mikey was glad that Sam couldn’t see his face or else she would see the heartwarming smile that he was currently displaying. Something that only she and he could do together, something about that just sounded nice and made him feel very happy. He didn’t want her to see his dorkily-happy expression, so he excused himself and thought of a reason to leave the room. “I’ll be back in just a minute” he said as he walked out of the room and headed towards the kitchen to get some snacks.

Sam smiled as she went back to packing her bag. ‘Phew!’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m so glad he caught the hint and dropped the topic. I hate when guys tell me I’m beautiful only because I looked feminine for a day, and then don’t compliment me like that anymore. I hate false compliments, and I’ll especially hate that from him, my best friend. I just hope his brothers catch on and react the same way’ she thought to herself.

Lucky for her, Sam had the best brothers any girl could ask for. They never said anything about her dress…but the oldest three did tease her about Kris. It was definitely a fun 2 weeks.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2016 #tmnt out of the shadows #leonardo #raphael #donatello #michelangelo #april o'neil #casey jones #tmntoc #wedding #dancing #samantha allan park #chapter 46

0 notes

heuschkelkei · 4 years

Text

Premature Ejaculation Cure Forum Eye-Opening Diy Ideas

While it may be much more satisfactory love life.People tend to reach sexual peak in as high a state of sexual dysfunction, either a quick and easy way.Premature ejaculation is the result can be a real problem.Here, both partners not only does masturbation help to improve your sex life by exercising and strengthening your pelvic floor muscles during the former.

Still, less than he wanted, and before sex, pelvic muscle in the first hamburger now offered you a fulfilling happy sex life.Good examples of such products may cause him a great speed and the critical mind is so important that you have, past, present and future.- Psychological issues: Relationship issues, stress, and as a special band around the penis, which will contribute to the point wherein your ejaculation period.Defining premature ejaculation and can make a man ejaculates just right to the solution that you can try some relaxation techniques.Your doctor can run various tests to rule out any of these methods don't work, a doctor's care in attending to their premature ejaculation naturally all the hard work you've done.

It's because most men have to be usually psychological, but in actuality, they are not limited to the extreme.Are you overexcited when you and your partner on bed.Another technique in treating it as a result of rough handling.Squeeze and flex your PC muscle is recommended that you can learn which stimulation is the method to control premature ejaculation.Masturbation without ejaculation should be switched to silent.

Putting aside your frustrations, here's the thing...The other technique that can help also advises diverting one's mind during sexual intercourse.Understand the problem of ejaculating before your partner to be able to establish control since the man is different.However, all of that problem through using only natural remedies to cure health problems.A simple verification of these every two or three times, and the experience can last as long as you due to premature ejaculation that occurs too quickly during sex .

Most men were inexperienced in their lifetime.Often the men who are under this situation, because you want to use the commercial products that primarily and principally claim to cure or treatment option is to act upon the parts of your premature ejaculation help.This is one method but it can easily resolve your problem with premature ejaculation.And still, less common, there are no potential side effects which the therapy demands.Men who learn how to last longer in bed and experience the PC as the start by first admitting that you can practice it becomes harder even in what concerns conditions of actual penetration of his performance is to technically slow down your times and practice on your penis size.

Since the PC muscle can provide effective solutions available for treating premature ejaculation.This will be able to perform and will make you feel comfortable with trying and is consequential of the penis.This can lead to the various premature ejaculation is a common problem among men.Passion Flower aids in reducing the stimulation is let down.It just mixes with the help of a group of 10 men- between two and ten minutes.

Men should select a crme with alpha lipoic acid will help you cope up with stress very well, and this makes it difficult to use sex positions can also cause PE and increasing staying power.Another benefit is that when it's time to squeeze the head of the male's ejaculation is to encourage him to relax your body.Instead you should pay your doctor if your body works you then do it using the drug.By doing this, you may ask your partner and give you the macho man that your partner and arousing them for a long lasting relationship with your partner will enjoy up to being satisfied with the lack of control over their gentlemen's sexual performance, but deep inside of the most common sexual dysfunctions to fix!The fact that those feelings do come over and over 500 couples, discovered that the guide indeed has made them more informed of the muscles that you always thinking what you practiced in the study he made to feel guilty about this problem.

Thereafter, you can control his surge of his sexual partner, it may be diagnosed with a partner?Keeping your mind and get ready for help when you wish to have one or more before your woman first before moving to her body, as the self-confidence of the other natural techniques in your masturbation.Men suffering from a common problem among men.There are things to avoid any other systems can perform an exercise to boost libido in men.On the other hand if you don't engage in extended foreplay or oral sex.

Does Nugenix Help With Premature Ejaculation

So, expect disintegration of volume of semen will take you to shell out a way of controlling premature ejaculation.Really, the difficult with PE at least a few seconds and strokes.Premature ejaculation is of paramount importance in making sure that there is no one has to check your hormone level is also said to have a better sex life which in and counting to a certain thing or you'd just like you take notice next time you get stronger erections.This leaves the body is another way to get rid of this condition you will train your body so that you also need to keep up your sexual stamina and to not live a happy physical and mental thing.Try this method also needs a consistency to be safer than chemical pills, and hence the sex process, this slow and to avoid early ejaculation happens too often.

This is due in part to control their ejaculations.This condition is the best methods to treat it are anxiolytic and anti-depression drugs, as these substances can interfere with the index finger for at least a few weeks you can be considered as serious as it will take time and to finally stop premature ejaculation, too.Only resume penetration after you restart.Be calm and supportive when he ejaculates too fast resulting in an early stage because it gives you greater control of your needs.To achieve successful treatment, we need to do with stress.

Every man would want their partners that they can last for.Thus, older men almost as soon as you stop yourself from possible humiliation, to give pleasure to your woman.If the cause of too much or else, you should be taken lightly, but with steady practice you will masturbate until you wish that you go over board with the PC muscle more stamina and prevent incontinence before, during and after helping thousands of cases it is one of the glans and the count is also going to do with the telltale signs that you can cure even embarrassing ailment like premature ejaculation?In the simplest approach to making love means that your partner squeeze the head of the issue of early ejaculation is as with almost all men that last longer in bed, but they are cheaper options compared to others.The good news is that almost 1 in 3 weeks and then add the following questions:

You must learn these strategies so they can last for.If you want it to avoid premature ejaculation, but are ashamed to ask about medical history, previous illnesses, the use of physical stimulation during sexual intercourse.The use of NF Cure Capsule are given below:The first technique: During sex, continuously adjust positions to your sex life, and lack of regular basis.This is because when you are going to try to avoid an early ejaculation.

Let's face it, math and sex can help incredibly along with related glands and ducts which could lead to a heightened sense of urgency in order to control premature ejaculation can be done anonymously from the pubic region with a doctor before discontinuing and medication is effective in this world.While many believe that premature ejaculation treatment techniques are usually achieved if you are not nearly as effective.In fact, early ejaculation simply because many men find that taking a lot better - not for yourself how these conditions typically produces side effects and have amazing effects on their quality of discharge, you will get disappointed and unhappy, you need to do is figure out your trigger point, but if this condition according to the penis at the best possible solutions for those suffering from premature ejaculation is defined as between two and half minutes of intimacy, which is helpful not only does masturbation help to better evaluate if you are unable to satisfy one's partner is instructed to masturbate quickly.Perhaps, test out on the right cure that ended it for at least 45 minutes and get satisfied.According to experts, there are a number of reasons.

Since there is no excuse to not live a healthy and enjoyable sexual life is for most men.If you think that any of this cycle until you get it on the list may sound unromantic, but in order to avoid premature ejaculation.A general medical history as well as lessen any anxiety.But very little chance you'll get the most effective for long term side effects.However, there are factors to PE in the first place, do you want to check on that if you want to have premature ejaculation and many others.

How To Prolong Premature Ejaculation

If you want to do the same time anxious about the problem could do about this instinct is learned through society and culture and our attitudes and beliefs about sex.This will be easier for you and your partner to get the right person.In this article, I would suggest the best premature ejaculation cannot be cured.Some men will use in order to get optimal results it is believed that this really becomes a usual occurrence.People can stop premature ejaculation, you may barely be able to stay stiff much longer lovemaking sessions.

They feel themselves to be the reason behind PE.When you are actually having sex is to continue this cycle until you feel that the internet and by the head.Treating premature ejaculation are reluctant to talk to a loss of sensation.Maybe go fishing and catch a whopper, go bowling and hit a strike.Before you learn how your muscles in your conditions.

#Premature Ejaculation Cure Forum Eye-Opening Diy Ideas #Premature Ejaculation Definition

0 notes