#I'm back.....to gif Rory's face lol

[zapreportsblog]

❝corny lines wins the girl❞

✭ pairing : rory keaner x reader

✭ fandom : my babysitters a vampire

✭ summary : sure rory’s looks changed since becoming a vampire, he’s got a bit more muscular and he grew a few inches but he was still the same the old geeky rory, a bad flirt with even worse pick up lines, turns out some people are into that kinda thing.

✭ authors note : i definitely had a crush on this boy back when I watched disney

Rory Keaner had always been the quintessential nerd. With his mop of unruly brown hair, glasses that constantly slid down his nose, and an obsession with all things sci-fi and fantasy, he was a familiar face at Whitechapel High School. But there was something different about him now, something that caught the attention of his best friends, Ethan and Benny.

Since being turned into a vampire, Rory had undergone some changes. He'd grown a few inches taller, and his once lanky frame had filled out with a hint of muscle. He still wore his nerdy graphic tees and carried around his trusty backpack filled with books, but there was an air of confidence about him that hadn't been there before. Vampirism had its perks, it seemed.

One sunny morning, as Rory, Ethan, and Benny made their way through the crowded school halls, a hush fell over the students. Heads turned, and whispers of excitement rippled through the crowd. Rory followed their gazes and froze in his tracks.

There, standing near the lockers, was a girl he had never seen before. Her name was (Y/N), and she was a vision of beauty. Long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that seemed like it belonged in a fashion magazine. Her eyes sparkled with an indescribable allure, and her smile could have lit up the darkest of nights.

Rory's heart skipped a beat as he watched her. He couldn't tear his eyes away. She was the kind of girl who seemed to belong to a different world, a world far removed from the one he inhabited. But that didn't stop him from hoping.

Ethan and Benny exchanged knowing glances, and Benny couldn't help but tease his friend. "Rory, buddy, I hate to break it to you, but she's way out of your league."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, man, she's like a movie star or something. What chance do you think you have?"

Rory couldn't help but smile, a newfound determination in his eyes. "You'll never get anywhere in life if you don't try," he said with a shrug. "Besides, you never know until you take a chance."

With that, he walked over towards (Y/N), determined to introduce himself and see where this unexpected encounter might lead.

Rory took a deep breath and leaned casually against the locker next to (Y/N)'s. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but there was a newfound confidence coursing through his veins. Clearing his throat nervously, he turned to her and flashed a somewhat awkward smile.

"Hey there," he began, trying to sound smooth but failing slightly. "I'm Rory. Rory Keaner."

(Y/N) looked at him, her lips curling into a faint smile as she glanced up from her book. "Nice to meet you, Rory. I'm (Y/N)."

Rory's heart raced, but he pressed on, determined not to back down now. He took a deep breath and delivered a classic, albeit corny, pickup line, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

(Y/N) chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "No," she replied with a playful smirk. "But I did cut up my hands and knees a bit crawling up from hell."

Rory grinned, relieved that she was playing along. "Well," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "that must be why my heart's on fire for you."

(Y/N) burst into laughter, her melodious giggles filling the hallway. It was a response Rory hadn't expected, but it was music to his ears. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at her reaction.

"You certainly have a way with words, Rory," (Y/N) said, still laughing. "I have to admit, that was a good comeback."

Rory blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with his vampire abilities. "Thanks," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "So, do you come here often? I mean, to this locker, I mean...not that I'm stalking you or anything!"

(Y/N) laughed again, this time more gently. "No worries, Rory. I just moved here, so this is my first day. I guess we're locker neighbors now."

Rory's heart soared. He couldn't believe his luck. "Well, in that case, welcome to Whitechapel High, (Y/N). If you ever need help finding your way around or just someone to talk to, I'm your guy."

(Y/N) smiled warmly at him, and for a brief moment, the bustling school hallway faded away, leaving just the two of them. It was the start of something new, and Rory couldn't wait to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.

Rory's world seemed to revolve around (Y/N) from the moment they met. Fate, or perhaps a dash of daring, had brought them together, and he couldn't have been happier. In the days that followed their first encounter, Rory found himself sitting next to (Y/N) in most of their classes. He was determined to make her smile, even if it meant bombarding her with corny pickup lines.

In their English class, he leaned over and whispered, "Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're Cu-Te."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. "Well, you must be a vampire because that line was pretty dead," she replied, her tone teasing.

Rory couldn't help but chuckle at her clever response. He wasn't used to someone who could match his wit. Meanwhile, Ethan or Benny, who happened to be in the same class, watched the exchange in disbelief. They couldn't understand how their nerdy friend had become so bold and charming.

During chemistry, Rory leaned closer and said, "If you were a compound, you'd be sodium chloride because you're salty but essential."

(Y/N) laughed softly, shaking her head. "Nice try, but I think I'd be more like helium. Rare, mysterious, and you can never really hold onto it."

Ethan or Benny, depending on the class, nudged Rory and whispered, "Dude, I can't believe you're doing this. And she's actually enjoying it!"

Rory gave a proud, albeit somewhat smug, grin as he continued his pursuit. In history class, he leaned over again and asked, "Do you believe in time travel? Because every time I look at you, time seems to stand still."

(Y/N) let out a small giggle. "Well, good sir, you may have just created a time paradox."

As the school days passed, the playful banter between Rory and (Y/N) continued. It was a unique connection that neither of them had expected. Rory found himself looking forward to each class they shared, eager to see what clever retort Y/N would come up with next.

Ethan and Benny remained astonished by the transformation of their friend, unable to believe how he had captured the attention and humor of such an enchanting girl. It was as if Rory had found his own magical potion, and it came in the form of witty pickup lines and a girl who appreciated them.

[prentisssgf]

| beach

| criminal minds

| jj x reader

| fluff

| 2972 words

"Mama" you were woken up by your 4 year old girl Lola at 7:30 by her squishing your cheeks, you fluttered your eyes.

"Hi Lol'" you smiled "what are you doing up so early?" you and your wife and 3 children decided to go on a holiday to California for 10 days, 5 in disneyland and the rest you decided to just explore the rest of California, you and JJ had only been there for cases so you figured you could at least take a look around while you were here.

"Beach" she smiled letting go of your cheeks and lying down flat on your body.

"You wanna go to the beach today?" you chuckled.

"Mhmm" she smiled.

"We'll try our best okay? I can't promise that we can because we have to see what everyone else wants to do, but if we all say yes we'll take you to the beach okay baby, does that seem fair?" you kissed her forehead and swiped the hair out of her face before rubbing her back, she nodded and slowly fell back asleep.

Your wife, JJ, stirred next to you as she started to wake "Good morning Y/N/N, I love you" you held Lola as you leaned down to kiss JJ "Good morning Lol'" Lola woke up at hearing her name.

"Mommy?" she questioned half asleep.

"It's me honey" JJ smiled kissing the top of Lola's head.

"Good morning baby" you grinned "sleep okay?" you questioned as you rubbed Lola's back.

"Yeah" she nodded "How's Lola up?" she furrowed her brow, preparing to hear the worst.

"Missy's hoping for a beach day" you tickled her.

"Oh yeah?" JJ smirked.

"Yeah" Lola smiled back.

You were about to say something when your 1 year old started crying "I'll go get her" she smiled kissing you and then walking out of the room.

"You wanna stay here or go with mommy to get Rory?"

"Rory" Lola smiled climbing off you to run to your one year old Aurora.

"Alright, I'll go wake up Ellie" you smiled.

"Elle?" you knocked on the door quietly not to startle her, she had recently turned 13 and was heavily stuck in the "I'm a teenager now" phase which you and JJ dreaded but you know that you could handle it.

"Go away, too early" she flung herself around onto her stomach and groaned into the pillow.

"Ha ha" you said as sarcastically as you could as you sat on the end of her bed, "we're having a beach day if you wanna join us?" you smiled knowing Ellie would never refuse a beach day.

Ellie slowly turned around and sat up "a beach day?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yep" you and Ellie both looked at the door to see JJ holding Rory holding her blanket in one hand with and a spare apple juice for Ellie in the other, with Lola drinking an apple juice in front of her "beach day" JJ repeated as she placed the drink next to Ellie.

"Thanks" Ellie whispered to JJ as she leaned down to kiss her head.

"No problem" she smiled "we're gonna leave soon so get ready" she announced to everyone.

"Beach dayyyyyyyy" Lola said excitedly jumping up and down.

"How many of those has she had?" you laughed to JJ nodding your head to her empty apple juice.

"One" JJ laughed, just as shocked as you were.

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"Who wants ice cream?" you smiled as you held Rory in your arms walking behind JJ who had most of the bags in her hand, Ellie had some whilst holding Lola's hand, JJ walking behind them.

"I do I do" Lola turned around.

"We'll find a space and then we can get some? okay Lol'" you smiled.

"Okay" she nodded turning around, she looked up at Ellie who smiled at her, Lola doing the same, you watched them talk about random things until JJ pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Here okay?" she bent down to place the bags on the floor and get your towels out to sunbathe after you nodded your head.

"Yep" Lola smiled as she exaggerated the "p"

"Thanks Jen" you smiled as you leaned down to kiss your wife on her head.

"Jen?" Lola looked up at you with a confused face "who's that?" she shrugged, Ellie and JJ laughed slightly.

"Me baby" JJ turned around to face Lola.

"Your name is JJ though?" Lola's face grew even more confused.

"Mommy's name is Jennifer sweetheart" you chuckled "You know how your name is Lola but we call you Lol' and how your sisters are called Ellie and Aurora but we call them Elle and Rory, those are called nicknames, names that are shorter and sometimes easier to say when you're in a rush or when the names are tooooooo long" you laughed a little bit, everyone around you also laughing, Lola nodded slowly still trying to understand what you were getting at "Well, we call mommy JJ cause that's her nickname, but mommy has more than one nickname, sometimes I call her JJ, sometimes I call her Jen, sometimes I call her Jayje" you said as you sat on the towel that JJ had placed out for her.

JJ sat on the towel next to you, with Lola curled up on her side and Ellie's head on her lap, Rory sitting in your hip.

"Elle?" you questioned "do you want to come with me to get some icecream?" you smiled slightly, something was bothering her and you couldn't quite figure it out, you thought maybe if she was on her own with you then you might get around to it.

"Sure mom" she smiled lifting herself up from JJ's lap by her elbows.

"Great" you smiled as you handed Rory to your wife "what ice cream do you want?" you spoke to Lola and JJ.

Lola stamped a finger to her chin and thought for a while "vanilla no chocolate no" everyone laughed "strawberry" she finally decided.

"Mint chocolate chip for me please" JJ grinned looking up at you.

You looked over at Ellie who shrugged "I'll decide on the way"

"You having a good time honey?" you spoke softly at Ellie.

"Mhmm, just missing my friends" she replied honestly.

"That's okay, you'll see them in 4 days, you can use my phone to call them if you want?" you offered as Ellie's phone broke on the second day here, Lola accidentally dropped it off one of the baby rides and it smashed.

"Really?" Ellie beamed at you.

"Sure" you smiled.

"No problem" you kissed the top of her head "is anything else going on? or just that you miss your friends?" your hands landed on her shoulders as you got to the back of the queue.

"Mom there is one thing" Ellie turned around to see you, your hands still on her shoulders "I'm just really worried and nervous to start this new school" you could see Ellie's heartbreak, you could tell she was nervous about this and that it was eating her up.

"Oh babe, why didn't you say anything sooner?" you hugged her tightly.

"I don't know, you and mom are just always working, and with Lola and Rory, I thought you didn't have enough time to hear my problems" Ellie cried.

"Baby listen to me" you pulled her out of the queue and bent down so you matched her height "you, Lola, and Rory are the most important things to me and mom, our work should never and will never come before you guys and I'm really sorry if I ever made you feel like that before, but I want you to have a relationship with your mom and I where you feel comfortable telling us about things, I never want you to feel like you can't tell me or your mom something okay?" you smiled gently, Ellie doing the same.

"Okay, I love you" Ellie sniffed.

"I love you so much Elle" you hugged her "come on" you held out your hand for the ice cream queue.

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You and Ellie walked back to where your wife and children were, you made Lola sit down before handing the ice cream to her, she thanked you profusely earning a small giggle from everyone else.

You all sat down and ate your ice cream, everyone was quiet they were either enjoying their ice cream or looking at the calm of the water.

"Does anyone want to swim?" JJ spoke up.

"I do" Ellie replied.

"Let's go" JJ stood up and placed Rory down in her chair which was placed in the middle of you and JJ and held out her hand for Ellie to take making her slightly embarrassed which made you laugh a little to yourself.

"Do you wanna go swim with mommy or stay with me baby?" you spoke softly to Lola.

"Stay" you could tell she was getting a little tired so you shuffled back a little on your chair so Lola could lie down on you comfortably whilst being able to watch over Rory at the perfect angle.

Rory fell asleep first and Lola wasn't long to go after, she shuffled herself to watch JJ and Ellie swimming, your one hand on Lola's back and the other on Aurora's chair bouncing it slightly so she stays asleep.

"Mommy and Elle mama" Lola pointed to them splashing in the sea.

"It is honey" you smiled, swiping the hair off her forehead.

"Are you sure you don't want to play with them?" you asked once more, just in case.

Lola nodded before curling herself into you more, you kissed her forehead as she drifted off, you watched your wife and daughter in the sea whilst absentmindedly rubbing Lola's back to help her to sleep, every couple of seconds your eyes shot down to a sleeping 1 year old.

"How was that?" you whispered as you smiled at Ellie who ran over to you.

"So much fun" Ellie whispered back as she quickly realised why you were whispering "mom is such a good swimmer she should be a competitive swimmer" you and Ellie laughed.

"Sure" JJ came up behind Ellie and placed her arms on her shoulders.

"You wanna head back to the hotel or do you wanna swim?" JJ asked.

"I'll swim" you smiled "can you take her?" you nodded your chin to Lola.

"Absolutely" JJ smiled taking the four year old into her arms.

"I'll swim with you" Ellie offered.

"See you in a bit okay?" you leaned down to kiss JJ and Lola, you reached down to kiss Rory, who smiled in her sleep.

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You came back a little while later to find a hyper Lola and an awake Rory, Lola was running around JJ and Rory was calming Rory down.

"Hey hey hey" you walked over to your now stressed wife to take Rory in your arms "what's going on? what happened?" you smiled at JJ gently.

"Lola got into the sweets and the drinks whilst I took my eyes off her for one second" JJ groaned and chocked back a sob almost.

"Alright alright okay um Elle" you nodded to the baby for her to take, you wrapped your arms around your now almost hysterical wife "take a walk, seriously, get some ice cream, take Elle or go alone but please I got this" your foreheads touched.

"I'll take Elle to get some ice cream and we'll get some ice cream for everyone" JJ took a deep breath "you're so perfect" she whispered as she kissed you once more.

You smirked slightly "I love you" you reached down to pack up the small things first before they left.

"Elle come here" you called her over as you took Rory from her arms "you okay to get some ice cream with your mom?" you looked at her with desperate eyes, she nodded and smiled, she ran over to JJ and hugged her from he side, JJ's arm fell around her shoulder as she stroked it lightly as they walked.

"Home?" Lola looked up at you with sad eyes, almost knowing that she was naughty.

"Home" you repeated.

"Why? I was having soooooooo much funnn" Lola drawled.

"Lo" you bent down to kiss her forehead, almost sensing JJ's frustration right now, you were thankful that Rory was sleeping "we did have fun didn't we" you encouraged her to talk whilst you packed away everything "why don't you tell me your favourite thing about today whilst you put your shoes on hmm?" you spoke absentmindedly whilst putting Rory in her pram.

"No shoes mama" Lola huffed.

"Lo, don't be naughty, put them on" you huffed.

"No shoes, I stay here" she screamed as she slammed her foot in to the sand.

"Lola Jareau, shoes. right now." you took a deep breath.

"No" she screamed again only this time waking up Rory, Aurora started to cry.

"Lola" you turned around to see her looking away from you, knowing what she did wasn't right.

"Shit" you muttered under your breath as you know had two crying babies.

You finally managed to calm Rory down, Lola sat down and faced away from you the entire time just watching the water.

You finally packed everything away when JJ and Ellie came over, you explained the situation and they agreed to take Rory and start walking off without you whilst you talked to Lola.

"Do you have anything to say Lol'?" you questioned as you sat next to her, putting an arm around her.

"Was I a bad girl today?" she looked up at you with red eyes.

"Lola you're never a bad girl, okay?" you sighed "but what you did just now wasn't good okay, it was a bad thing but you're not a bad girl"

"Okay mama" she sniffed as she climbed into your lap.

"But Lola please, whenever me or your mommy or Elle asks you to do something you do it" you sighed.

"I put my shoes on. right now" Lola grinned as she climbed off your lap to put her shoes on.

"Thats my girl" you kissed her forehead, you did her velcro up and then you did a once more over to see if you missed anything, whilst you were sure that you had everything, you picked Lola up to meet everyone.

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You met up with JJ not long after, you found her at the car, Ellie was putting the bags in the boot whilst JJ was strapping Rory in her car seat.

"Hey babe" you kissed the side of JJ's head.

"Oh, hey honey" she whipped her head around she whispered to you "I'll talk to you later, not in in front of the kids" she smiled as you both realised she had been crying again.

"Mommy cry?" Lola looked up at JJ.

"Yeah Lola, mommy was crying but she's feeling better now" JJ smiled as she took Lola from your arms to hold her whilst you helped Ellie put the things away.

You held the door open as Ellie sat in the middle of Lola and Aurora, Lola climbed in but needed help with her seatbelt from JJ.

"I'll drive" you whispered to your wife as you walked around to the driver side.

The hotel was about an hour away from the beach, you had been on the road for about 20 minutes, before Lola and Rory fell asleep.

"You should get some rest too, honey" you smiled at Ellie through the mirror, she nodded as she tried to sleep.

"You alright?" you whispered to JJ as you linked her fingers with yours, pulling them up to kiss her knuckles.

"Yeah just overwhelmed" she replied honestly.

"We got this Jayje" you sighed, she looked back at the sleeping children in the back as she smiled to herself making you smile too.

"We got this" JJ repeated.

"You know what's so funny?" JJ questioned after you drove in silence.

"Hmm?" you looked over to her for a second.

"How we can walk over to grown men with guns and look them in the eyes and talk them into putting their gun down but we couldn't get a four year old to put her shoes on cause she had a sugar rush" you and JJ laughed out loud.

A couple of minutes later JJ started to yawn "go to sleep babe" you said absentmindedly as you took her hand in yours.

"I'm not tired" she said with a yawn, you chuckled to yourself "okay fine" she sighed dramatically, making you laugh as she shuffled down slightly, making herself comfortable to go to sleep.

You were 15 minutes away from the hotel whilst Lola started to stir "hon, go to sleep" you smiled at her through the mirror again just like you did with Ellie, Lola nodded and easily fell asleep, you pulled up back to the hotel, you quietly woke JJ up, you both smiled at each other before you undid your seatbelt and you both leaned into each other and met in the middle to kiss.

"Gross" Ellie rolled her eyes, making you both laugh hard.

"Come on" you patted JJ's thigh before you both jumped out, you got Lola out of the car and JJ got the pram out of the back whilst you and Ellie helped her with the bags and Rory.

You got to the hotel a few minutes later, you laid down on the bed with Lola curled up to the side of you, Ellie on the other side, whilst JJ was walking around with Aurora.

"You doing okay?" you spoke up to JJ who was walking around with Rory.

JJ looked at you softly "I just love you so much"

"I love you too" you smiled back taking in how perfect your life was.

[deanoheartspie]

Sunshine 5

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.

(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)

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Y/N POV

The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.

Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.

You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.

After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.

“Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.

The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.

Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?

“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.

“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”

You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.

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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.

The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.

“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?

“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.

The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.

“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”

Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.

“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.

“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”

She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.

“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.

“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?

“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.

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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...

Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.

What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.

Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.

“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.

“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.

A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.

“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.

He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.

“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.

“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head

“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.

“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.

“Nope.”

“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.

“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.

“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.

“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.

“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”

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[miniisunshine]

I got a boost of confidence publishing my first story, so here's another one!

Once again, not based on the movie Lord of Chaos and also not based on the real Euronymous, only Rory's portrayal!

Synopsis: "You're not that evil!"

"Shut up emo girl..."

Warnings : P in V, AFAB character, soft dom?¿, unprotected sex (don't do this at home), swearing

Like every friday after work, you made your way into the music store, looking at the new arrivals and in search of classics albums you didn't already had. Well, classics for you of course, because the young black metal enjoyer who worked there would tell you otherwise.

It was the same old routine: you would pick up a CD, maybe Pierce The Veil, or Bring me the Horizon if you felt fancy, he would ring you up, judging your music taste saying something in the line of :

"This is not real music"

You would scoff, telling him goodbye with a smirk and then go on your merry way.

But not today, after observing what you had brought, Øystein looked at you with a neutral face.

"Do you wanna come to my show tonight? See and hear what real music is?"

You laughed at his question thinking it was one unique way to tell you that your tastes were trash.

"No I'm dead serious! I can write your name on the vip list. Free show, who could say no?"

You thought a little bit, you had nothing planned really, what could go wrong?

"Fine. But if I hate it, I'm never coming back at this store"

"Shut up emo girl..."

He laughed, took your name and number for the list and bid you farewell, letting you go with your stuff.

You didn't know why you went, but there you were, surrounded by angry and sweaty men.

The band entered the stage and you could see Øystein to the right, hair covering his face while he played his guitar.

You couldn't lie, he was one good looking mother fucker.

The new sound intrigued your ears, but you didn't hate it. The lyrics were, non understandable, but the beat and the feelings were there, angry feelings mostly.

After the show, you scurried your way out the venue before receiving a text message.

Its Øystein. Enjoyed the show?

I can't lie, it was impressive..

Wanna come take a beer at my place to talk about it?

I can't say no to a free beer lol

While in theory it was a bad idea to go to a stranger's place at this hour, you had a feeling this man wasn't a threat, even if he was considered the "Lord of Destruction". You were also quite attracted to him, so...

Knocking on his door, you began to feel nervous, regretting the easy going girl you were 15 minutes ago.

He opened the door, greeting you with wet hair and only some pyjamas pants on.

"So.. The emo girl do like true Norwegian Black Metal!"

You scoffed at his statement and entered his appartment, blushing at the little clothes he had on.

"It was fine! A little bit too angry for me, but it wasn't AS bad as I thought"

He brought you a drink, leading you to his couch, before taking a swig of his beer.

"Well that's what we proclaim! Anger, rage, death, violence-"

You burst up laughing

"Yea right! All I could see tonight was a young music shop worker playing pretend with his little friends! But the music was good.."

Øystein looked at you with, once again, no emotion. You couldn't see if he was mad or sad, but you knew he wasn't laughing with you.

"Wanna see the real dark side of me?"

That's when your curiosity entered the room and the excitement made you kinda hot.

"I'm all yours for the night baby!"

He took you by your wrist, making you following him in his bedroom before throwing you on his bed.

You were quite shocked by his feriocity, but you were in for it. You ankered both elbows into the mattress, looking at him with envy.

"Strip for me beautiful"

And you did, but slowly, making him longing for your body while he rubbed his erection over his pants

Piece by piece, you reveal your naked self to him.

Øystein waisted no time before hovering you on his bed, pulling you in a passionnate kiss while exploring your body.

He released his lips from yours, trailing his mouth on your neck, your collarbone, nibling and leaving marks on your skin before beginning torturing your breasts.

You started panting, your breath going faster and faster. Your hands travelling and scratching his back before stopping at the waistband of his pyjamas, pulling them down so you could offer him pleasure as well.

You could feel his moans vibrating on your skin, making you want more of him, so you lead his member closer to you, letting his tip go back and forth in between your wet folds.

Understanding what you wanted, Øystein stopped what he was doing, replacing your hand by his on his dick, guiding himself slowly into you, making you melt under the sensation.

You crossed your arms behind his neck, pulling a little his long black hair as he thrust into you, finding a comfortable pace.

Your moans interweaved together as he went faster into you.

"F-fuck Øystein.. Don't s-stop!"

He watched you slowly coming undone as he rubbed circles on your clit, making you cry out of pleasure.

"So fucking hot"

Watching you squirm under him while your tits bounced to his rythm was to much for him, so without warning he came into you, you following not long after.

Øystein collapsed onto you and you took this opportunity to play with his hair while you both catched your breath.

He made sure to clean you all nice before pulling you onto his chest.

"You're really not as evil as you claim to be"

"Shut up emo girl"

I'm really tired this may be not as good as i thought it was gonna be lol

[witchersmistress]

New Orleans

Hello my darlings just a little snippet of a thing for ya'll. I'll play with it more tomorrow but for now enjoy.

Summary: Rory finally got to live out her life long dream, traveling to the beautiful city of News Orleans. a place that has called to her for so long, when she catches the eye of a familiar southern gentlemen

Word count: 700

Trigger warnings: none

Here is part 2 for those who are interested https://www.tumblr.com/witchersmistress/730375070899388416/a-guarded-walk-home?source=share

My family thought it was the oddest thing that from the time I could remember when I was a little girl, I was just dying to get to New Orleans. I always said I had someone waiting for me, someone who loved and lost so long ago, but I was back again and this time forever. I use to go on about the beautiful mansion he had built me, the ballroom for dancing, the green house for all my gardening, a spiral stair case to a hidden library.. it was just dreams my therapist told me. Probably read in a book somewhere, but all those years later here I am

The city of New Orleans. A place of beautiful, fascination, magic, change and southern gentlemen

It was all yes ma'am, no ma'am, holding doors for them as the walked in with a gentle smack on their rear ends to hurry it along. Open car doors and keeping them safe as the made their way down Bourbon Street, which they've said transport you to another world at night. The throbbing music, the dancing neon lights, decorated by beads and balconies, and when it rained down on Bourbon Street, the party may have stopped the sounds of the rain come down off the metals roofs and waterfalling off the balconies to the windowless streets below. 

That is the first time I saw that man, the one man who'd be my death and my undoing. 

it was morning, the city was still sleepy, I stepped out to enjoy fresh air and drink my tea as I watched the people below, when I spotted him.  He was tall, muscular, in a white tee that was plastered to his chest, showing off his delicious abs, he had a buzz cut and a scruff beard and these gorgeous cerulean blue eyes. I watched him, pulling a rag from his back pocket to wipe the sweat from his brow and all I wanted to do was to sit on that man's face.

I felt my cheeks turn red with that idea. As if the man himself could have heard my thoughts, he looked up at me from his position on the street and waved at me with a devil may care smile. Sweet baby Jesus, my face was on fucking fire as I starred at him like an edjit. He threw the rag into the back of his truck and jogged across the road to the balcony where I stood. 

"You know sugah, instead of just staring at me, you could've waved back" he said with a wink. Good lord I must have been red as a tomato. I starred at him in stunned silence he let out a low laugh " Alright darling if you insist" he said as he backed up into the street. What in the devil was this man doing.

"Last chance" he hollered " or you've left me no choice" I heard someone yell back "Syverson leave that young lady alone" he shrugged them off as he ran then jumped to grab hold of the railing of the balcony, my jaw was on the ground watching him pull himsled up and over the railing with ease. People cat called and whistled him from the street but he was focused on me " Well.." he trailed off as he took in my black leggings and grey v neck. He placed two fingers under my chin and closed my jaw with a audible click of my teeth. 

"I'm Logan and you are?" Prying my tongue from the roof of my mouth " I'm Aurora, but most people call me Rory" his eyes narrowed and his eye brows scrunched in displeasure " I think I prefer, Aurora" he stepped closer to me and locking a finger around a few strands of my hair. Running his tongue along his teeth, I could see the sharpest of edges of his canine teeth beneath his plump lips. Breathing in the scent of his colone I was mesmerized by those blue eyes as he studied my face, if I had been so obsessed with his lips, I might have missed what he whispered " I've finally found you"  

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Safest with You - Ch. 5 (The Courtship)

2.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A week's time passes before your next date with Din and you can hardly wait.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please), Just more fluff (but horny fluff?), lots of making out again, reader is horny as heck, mention of alcohol consumption (reader gets a little tipsy), usual pet names (pretty bird, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc.), ONE "good girl", ONE dick joke.

A/N: Can you tell my love language is acts of service? 🥰 As this takes place over the course of a week, I'm using a brand new divider by the wonderful @saradika-graphics to help denote the passage of time. Thank you for all the support! Sorry for the slow burn!

Optional musical soundtrack: Seven by Jung Kook & Latto (Clean version)

Series Masterlist

“He wants to court you?!”

Hands covering your blushing face, you peek through your fingers, “That’s the exact word he used.”

“I thought you said he was in his 40s, not from the 1840s,” jokes Bea.

The usual brunch group dissolves into fits of laughter. “I felt like a silent movie villain twirling my mustache, trying to steal his virtue,” you giggle, “He was so sweet about it though, I think it might be kind of nice… to not… get railed.” The table roars.

Rory looks serious, “Honestly, babe.  Any way he makes you happy, as long as you’re happy…”

“I’m happy”, you smile dreamily.

“…but next week you better come to brunch with a sex limp.”

Your mortified waiter chooses this moment to set down the mimosas and you cry actual tears from laughing so hard.

The next week turns out to be crazy busy for you at work; a project deadline gets pushed up to the Friday and you know all your week nights are spoken for.  You share with Din your disappointment that you won’t be free for a second date until the work week is over. 

“I’m sad too, pretty bird.  How about I plan a nice relaxing date for Saturday, help you decompress after your hard week?”

You almost say that you can think of something specific he could do to help you decompress, but you think Monday morning might be too early for you to be so horny.  Instead, you thank him for his thoughtfulness and tell him you can’t wait, “It’s a date.”

Your day is so full of meetings and review that you barely leave you desk; the periodic messages in the GC or from Din checking in on you are some of your only moments of reprieve during your hectic day.

At 6:30 pm your stomach rumbles, and you realize you haven’t eaten all day; groaning, you realize you’re looking at at least 3 more hours of work before you can go home and heat something up.  You hear your name and you look up to see one of your team members escorting Din off the elevator and pointing towards your office.

He’s a sight for your tired eyes and you melt into his open arms, ““Hi! This is a nice surprise.  What are you doing here?”  Din’s arm wraps around you, then reaches up to give your tired shoulders a brief but deep massage before he pulls back to show you the brown bag he has in his other hand.

“Know you didn’t eat lunch today, pretty girl. Thought you might be in danger of forgetting dinner, too.”

You could cry from the gesture.  Pulling him into your office and closing the door, you kiss him quickly but tenderly, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My pleasure. Now eat.”

Din sits and waits for you to start digging in before getting up to go.  You ask about his dinner, and if he wants to share yours – but he lets you know he understands you have a lot work and he doesn’t want to distract you; he had been worried he was overstepping by showing up unannounced at your place of work, but seeing how ravenous you are for the food he brought, he’s glad he came.  You wave off his concerns, and give him your approval of his takeout choice in between big bites.  When he hears that you think you might not be able to get away until close to 10 pm, he frowns, “Text me when you’re 5 minutes away from leaving, I’ll come pick you up.”

“It’s oka—”

He stops you with a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll feel better if I can see you safely home at that hour.  Can you do that for me, pretty bird?”

You nod, touched.

At 10:10 pm, Din is waiting outside your office, leaning against his truck and watching you wave goodbye to your co-workers, joke crying that you’ll see each other again in less than 10 hours.  You’re so tired you close your eyes and lean your head against Din’s shoulder as he drives; he holds your hand the entire way home.

Din waits downstairs while you go in and get Al, walking him with you the same way he did the other night. Before sending you upstairs afterwards, he wraps you up in his arms, once again running his hands firmly over the stiffness in your back from sitting at your desk all day, kissing you long and hard.  Barely keeping his breathing under control, Din whispers, “Missed you today, baby.” You pull yourself closer to Din, tilting your head back far enough to rest your chin on his chest and look deep in his eyes; playing with the curls at the base of his neck, you mouth, “Me too,” before opening up your mouth to his one last time before going in.

The next day, Tuesday, Din brings you lunch (“Can’t have you missing your lunch again, sweetheart”) and sits with you while you eat at your desk, watching you answer emails and the occasional question from a colleague who pops into your office.  You don’t have to work quite so late today, and are able get home at a reasonable hour (8 pm?) to have dinner.  Din still comes by later that night after closing up the gym to walk the dog, and also to bring you another surprise: your dry-cleaning from Peli’s.  So glad to be spared the errand, you thank Din with a grateful kiss before asking him how much you owe him.  Din gives you a look, to which you respond with a look of your own before sighing, “I’m too tired to do this right now, but this isn’t over, Djarin.”  Din puts his hands up in mock surrender and grins, “Anything you say, pretty bird.”

Before parting for the evening, the two of you make out like teenagers: hurried and excited, sometimes clashing teeth and bumping noses from impatience, then giggling before crashing your mouths together again. 

On Wednesday, Din brings you dinner again and this time, brings enough for your whole team.  After accepting their copious thanks, at your insistence that he isn’t a distraction, he stays and eats with you this time.  You happily let yourself escape a little from work through easy conversation with Din; he’s also easy on the eyes tonight in casual sweats, and you try to maintain a modicum of professionalism at work by not letting your eyes and thoughts drift down past the waistband of his sweatpants.  For being semi-successful, you allow yourself a few less than professional kisses after dinner.  His visit leaves you rejuvenated, and you power through the remainder of your work, missing Din already and eager to see him again for your nightly dog walk.  Al has adapted quickly to the new routine, and after the walk, lays down on the sidewalk, seemingly waiting for you and Din to have your nightly make out session.  Tonight, Din has you cradled against his shoulder, hands running over your body and face in long gentle strokes.  He knows you’re exhausted from work, and wants more than anything to relax you so he can send you upstairs pliant and languid, in hopes you’ll fall into bed right away and get the rest you need.  Your kisses tonight are unhurried, long and sweet.  You’re already half asleep when Din finally releases you and sends you in with a gentle pat on your rear.

Thursday turns out to be you and your team’s longest, hardest day, the last full work day before the Friday deadline.  Din picks you up very late from the office, and you take up your usual position, resting your head on his shoulders while he drives.  This time though, you’re wide awake, jazzed up from your team’s progress and how close you all are to pulling everything off.  Din holds your hand just like the drive on Monday, but periodically brings it to his lips to pepper your knuckles with light kisses.  As he drives, you can’t help but stare at the hand that rests on the wheel, and how it flexes as he steers one-handedly.  You can barely conceal how much you want this man to touch you; you steal glances at Din’s handsome profile as he concentrates on the road, squirming in your seat the entire drive.  Heat and desire bubble below your stomach as you hope that same hand grips your body hard tonight when his mouth ravages yours.

As if you were clairvoyant, tonight’s post-dog walk make-out session is hungry and intense.  At one point, Din has you pressed up against your building, heavy breathing while his hands roam up and down your sides, close to but never groping your breasts.  You’re worked up and needy and you let Din know by moaning into his mouth as he kisses you.  Din looks sternly at you, panting, “You can’t be making those pretty noises, baby.  You’ll drive me crazy.”

Giving him a little smirk, you push up on your tip toes and kiss him open mouthed, this time making sure to press your core against his thigh and give him a drawn out, throaty groan.

Din breaks this kiss by gripping the hands on your waist tighter, and placing you firmly back on your feet, “Now, I thought you were going to be my good girl.”

Your eyes widen, his words shooting straight to the throbbing spot between your legs; “Fuck,” you breathe.

Din hadn’t expected this reaction, but he quickly catches on, “Oh you like that, do you?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you whimper, as you close your eyes and Din slots his mouth over yours again; neither of you even trying to stop your moans this time as the kisses get deeper and harder.

“Fuck,” whispers Din when he finally comes up for air, “I’m in so much trouble.”

You look up at him, slightly stunned and unfocused, “Me too.”

Din gently cups your face and looks at you with seriousness, “Pretty bird, I hope you know just how much I want you.  You feel so good. And sound so good, too.  You’re also… precious to me; I want to take my time with you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur as you pull him back in for a series of soft kisses, “Al says you can take your time.”

Friday passes in a frenzy with last minute prep for the deadline presentation.  Everything goes off without a hitch, and the whole team ends the day early, opting to go out for afternoon drinks and then dinner to celebrate hard work and a job well done.  When you talk to Din before heading out, he gives you a hearty congratulations and tells you to have a great time, offering to give you a ride home after (extending the kind offer to your co-workers as well),  “Have a good time, pretty bird.  You deserve it.”

Afternoon drinks plus dinner wine, plus post dinner celebratory champagne have you feeling giddy and buzzed by the time you ask Din to pick you up.  You’re not drunk, but you’re carefree, happy and your inhibitions are definitely down.  And all you want is Din.  You want to see his lazy grin.  You want to run your hands over his broad back as he hugs you.  You want his hands and mouth on you.  You want him.  You practically climb into his arms when you see him waiting for you outside the bar.

Din laughs warmly, “Had a good time, sweet girl?”

“Mmmmmhmmmm,” you hum, face buried in his neck. Fuck, he smells good. 

Brushing the hair away from your face, he takes in your goofy grin and bright eyes, trying to assess if you’re drunk, but is cut short when you pounce and kiss him with hurried eagerness.  He grins against your mouth; yep, you’re tipsy.  And it’s making you even more incorrigible and adorable than usual; Din isn’t sure he can resist you like this, but he’s going to try, “Okay, let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

Din helps you into the car, and after you buckle yourself in, he gives you a chaste kiss on your head before closing the door.  While he is rounding the car, you can’t help but pout a little.  Din said he wants you, but you feel like you definitely want him more – you can barely keep from jumping him at every opportunity, and he seems to remain ever calm and sometimes unreadable, resisting your (albeit mild) advances with little to no effort.

Holding your hand again as he drives, Din notices you don’t rest your head against his shoulder like usual; he looks over and observes a somewhat melancholy look on your face as you look out the window.  He gives your hand a little squeeze, “Everything okay, pretty bird? Why do you look kind of sad?”

Even under normal circumstances you consider yourself a fairly direct person, preferring to address things rather than let them simmer, but the alcohol tonight is making you downright brave, and you let your feelings pour out ineloquently, “Don’t get me wrong, Din - I don’t mind waiting and taking things slow. And I think it’s really sweet you want to, so I’m not trying to put any pressure on.  But…I guess I’m just feeling kind of sad that I’m the only one who finds waiting hard."

Maybe you are drunk; your words sound a little bratty even to your ears, but you don’t know how else to express your likely unwarranted feelings of rejection.  Feeling a little embarrassed for being so needy, you look down at your lap.

If you didn’t have such a sad expression on your face, Din might have laughed at the idea that it’s been easy for him to keep his hands off of you.  At every turn, your charm and pretty face threaten to make him snap, and it consistently takes every ounce of his discipline and self control to not break his resolve and take you hard on the closest available surface.  All he wants to do, all he thinks about is making you feel good; not a night goes by where he doesn’t imagine what you might look like underneath him, crying out his name while he gives you every ounce of pleasure that he can.  The car idles at a stoplight and Din reaches over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and then trails his fingers down you jaw, gently pinching your chin and turning your face up to look at his.  “Sweet girl, please don’t feel that way.  It’s not true,” he grins bashfully.

“It isn’t?”

“Not at all. You’re not the only one; it’s hard for me too.” He tilts his head down, nodding slightly at his lap and you follow his gaze to the crotch of his pants.  Your eyes widen at what you see.  It’s a monster.  You clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle a nervous laugh; how is that suppose to fit??

Din starts moving the car again and, in a way that’s clearly tongue in cheek, teases, “Excuse me, missy.  Are you laughing at my erection?”

You giggle and can’t pass up the opportunity, “You said ‘it’s hard for me too’,” and laugh so hard, you snort.

Din’s laugh booms throughout the car.  And just like that, your little crisis of self doubt is averted, and the two of you are laughing uncontrollably, grinning like idiots.  It’s not lost on Din how amazing this feels: even with dumb dick jokes and the promise of no sex, he is completely enamoured with you.

Tonight, the kisses are positively sinful.  Deep and passionate; you’re pressed up against the wall again, but this time Din has you caged in with his forearm braced above your head, possessive of your body.  His other hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you in for kiss after kiss: hungry kisses on your lips, hurried kisses down your neck, breathy kisses behind your ears.  Your hands are fisted into his shirt, both of you pulling each other in for more, more. More.

You’re the one to pull away first, needing to catch your breath; Din touches his forehead to yours, “See you tomorrow for our second date, pretty bird.”

Dazed, you remember it’s only been a week and one date with Din.  How are you ever going to survive this man?

[owen-writes]

Rory's Brother

11th Doctor x Male Reader

You stand in the cozy living room of your brother Rory and his wife Amy, listening to their animated stories about a man called the Doctor. They recount their adventures in time and space, the incredible sights, and the danger they faced. As they speak, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and skepticism. After all, how much of these fantastical tales could be true?

Suddenly, a loud, wheezing noise fills the air, making everyone turn in surprise. The room is bathed in an otherworldly light as the TARDIS materializes right in the middle of the living room. The doors swing open, revealing the eleventh Doctor with his characteristic bow tie and fez. He grins expectantly, assuming he's just landed in the presence of the Ponds.

"Ah, Ponds! Always a pleasure," the Doctor exclaims, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. His eyes widen as he notices you standing there. "Bring him too, Ponds. I like the look of him."

Rory, ever the protective older brother, steps forward with a cautious expression. "That'll be my brother, Doctor..."

The Doctor's face lights up with curiosity. "Another Pond!"

You interject, feeling a bit awkward, "I'm...I'm not a Pond..."

Amy chuckles and nudges you playfully. "Yeah, you are."

With a dismissive wave, the Doctor ushers all three of you into the TARDIS. The moment you step inside, your jaw drops. The interior is much larger than you could have imagined, with a dazzling array of buttons, switches, and glowing panels.

The Doctor grins, delighted by your amazement. "Welcome aboard! Always a pleasure to have new company. Now, Ponds, show your brother around. I have a feeling he's going to love it here."

As Rory begins to guide you through the TARDIS, the Doctor fiddles with the controls, preparing for the next adventure. Amy watches with a fond smile as you take in the surreal surroundings.

"Isn't it amazing?" she asks.

You nod, still in awe. "I never thought I'd see anything like this."

Rory laughs, patting you on the back. "Just wait until you're hurtling through time and space. It's a whole different experience."

The Doctor interrupts, calling everyone to attention. "Allons-y!" he shouts, pulling a lever and sending the TARDIS into motion. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—disorienting and thrilling at the same time.

As the TARDIS hurtles through time, the Doctor regales you with tales of his past adventures, and you find yourself drawn into the mesmerizing world of the Time Lord. Amy and Rory share knowing glances, recognizing the familiar sparkle in your eyes—the same wonder they once had when they first joined the Doctor on his travels.

The journey unfolds with laughter, danger, and discovery. The Doctor's enthusiasm is infectious, and by the end of it, you can't help but feel like part of the TARDIS crew. As the familiar wheezing sound announces your return to Rory and Amy's living room, you're left with a mix of emotions—gratitude for the extraordinary experience and a newfound connection with the enigmatic Doctor.

[timelessstardust99]

Star gazing | 14th doctor x female! reader (part i)

NO SPOILERS (okay, maybe slightly)

Pairings: 14th doctor x reader

Warning: slight spoilers, nothing major, hopefully (the meep counts as a spoiler I think)

Characters: the doctor and the reader.

Summary: after everything with the meep had finally ended, the doctor thought it was best to stay the night at the noble-temple household, slowly getting closer to y/n who reminds him so much of his late wife.

y/n sat on the roof of her goddaughters shed, staring up at the vast openness of space. It was calming, relaxing even. Just today, she had battled some evil alien by the name of meep and nearly lost the earth because of the meep.

She had also met a strange man, he was named the doctor, he knew Wilfred a long time ago and apparently he knew Donna and Sylvia as well before she came into the picture. Growing up, she had heard of a man in a blue box that could travel in space and time, she was quite the spunky kid growing up and loved everything about the stories and would attempt reenact the stories, as if she herself lived them. Her imagination was good, she could imagine anything and she could do it. That's how she got her career. She was determined.

Startled out of her thoughts, she saw the strange man in question climbing up onto the shed, struggling to steady himself, which caused the young woman to raise a brow. Once he was steady enough, he looked up and saw y/n there, and he grinned. "Oh, hell y/n, I didn't realize you were here." He lifted himself up and sat right next to her, "why haven't you gone to sleep yet? I'm sure you're exhausted from today," the doctor questioned. She bit her lip and turned away, staring up at the stars again.

"sorry, I've got lots of things on my mind, hard to sleep really." She sighed. The two were shoulder to shoulder, the silence between them was awkward or had any sort of tension. The doctor glanced her way, noticing small details, little ones that remind him so much of River. Everything she did today reminded him of River, and he couldn't explain. He nudged her.

"well, that's no good. You humans need your sleep." He joked. y/n laughed, shaking her head, her slight curls (or whatever style you have/want) bounced on top of her head.

"yeah, suppose you're right, doctor," she looked over to him, him being caught and frozen by those e/c pools of hers. "But, I just can't seem to. I mean, after everything, it's a wonder I'm still sane. That alien nearly killed me and my goddaughter and her family and almost millions of others." She pulled at her hair in frustration, before slumming, the doctor watching her closely. She glanced at him, "you know, growing up, I heard the stories of you. The amazing doctor my mum would call you, thought you were a myth." She shrugged, nudging him back.

He chuckled, "amazing, huh?" He asked, "I think I'm far from that, dear." He froze at the word he used, hoping she didn't catch it. She wasn't River. River was gone, and so were Amy and Rory.

y/n stared at him with wide eyes, before smirking, "dear? No one besides Donna or Sylvia calls me that." She gently pushed the doctor. "Don't tell me you fancy me doc," she laughed. The laugh was so familiar to him, which helped sooth his aching pain.

"no, sorry, it slipped." He admitted, "you just remind me of someone... Someone important." y/n stopped laughing, her smiled going soft.

"they must be important if little old me rinds you of them. What's their name?" She saw his face and tried to backtrack herself, "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me --"

"no, no, it's fine." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Her name was River Song... She's gone now." He said.

"well, she sounds nice, this River woman." She leaned back on her hands, her hair cascading down her shoulder, "wish I could've met her."

"yeah." He said, watching the stars alongside her, their shoulders close as her head gently leans against his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling, but soon relaxed. "Oh, I have to ask. Donna said that you were back only for a month from college. What do you study?" He asked after a beat. She got off his shoulder and beamed.

"archeology. I'm becoming an archeologist, so I can travel the world and find hidden discoveries and artifacts that have been lost in history!" She grinned. The doctor stared at her in shocked silence as she went back to watch the stars. But, River was an archeologist. Don't tell him this is the universe's way of playing a crude joke on him. "Someday doctor, I'm gonna change the world. And people will know who I am. I'll be a great archeologist, I just know it." She looked at him to see him looking at her with nervousness. "What's that look for?" She asked. He smiled at her gently.

"heh, spoilers," he chuckled. She shook her head at his weirdness and went back to the stars. What did the world have in store for him? Only time would tell, and he already knows he hasn't got any left.

note: it's a bit short, and just to clear it up River and the reader are not related. They just look similar in style and career choices, that's it.

[ofherpinkways]

. *. ⋆𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 , 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕪 . *. ⋆

A/N :Based off a scene in a Gilmore Girls episode lol. With the said no use of y/n ! I'm gonna use the nickname "Ace" just like how Logan calls Rory. Which honestly I think I'll permanently use "Ace"for future fics (Ace means the best/ the very best 💞)-🤍🩰🧸 Color coded lines Purple:you Blue : him

Summary: He surprises you coming back from deployment early (fem reader)

Warnings: NONE just pure fluff

Characters: Alejandro,Rudy,Horangi, Keegan,Gaz,Roach (aka my favorites 🥺)

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You were coming back home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend. Keys in one hand and your belongings in the other. You were just about to unlock the door when your phone rang, you looked down at your phone seeing it was your boyfriend calling. He's been gone on deployment for five months now with one more left and it's been rough week of shifts at work. So seeing his contact along with a picture of the two of you together at mutual friends wedding brought a smile to your face. "Hey" you answered the phone happily still in the apartment hallway . "Hey did you see it?" He asked . "See what ?" You asked back "The meteor shower" , "what meteor shower?

"It's on the news! ,they said there's huge meteor shower tonight, I thought we could watch it together " he replied a bit of excitement slipping out

"I've been in the office for nine hours and I don't know anything about meteor showers" , "I could use a regular shower right now though " you added with soft a giggle

"Go up on the roof and check it out !"

"Now ?"

"YES NOW! It's starting in like two minutes! , ACE! ,this is a once in life time celestial event! GO!" His excitement fully showing now

"Okay ,okay, okay, I'm going !" You replied turning around heading for the rooftop staircase

"Are you running?"

"I'm running, I'm running , didn't expect you to become an astronomy buff" you joked running up the stairs "what has gotten into you? .

You opened the door of the rooftop looking up and around the sky still on the phone with your boyfriend

"Nice night " He said his voice suddenly becoming very clear making your ears perk up and look towards the voice . You saw him standing at the other end of the rooftop smiling

You smiled brightly "OH MY GOD , YOU'RE HERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?!?!

He laughed "happy to see me ?

You ran over to him, attacking him with big hug "Beyond happy!, you're here! , I can't believe your here !" You said happily looking around noticing the rooftop beauty decorated with flowers,lights, a blanket neatly placed on the floor along with snacks,sweets and champagne.

"And you did all this ?" You asked softly in disbelief

"You like ?"

"I love but you really didn't need this! I mean you're here! That's enough! That's more than enough !" You replied excitedly

All your excitement and joy made him laugh again "would you shut up know so I can kiss you?" He said pulling you into soft yet a loving passionate kiss

You pulled away giggling "So there's no meteor shower?"

"No meteor shower " he replied in soft tone

"So you used the entire cosmos to trick me" you said in a honeyed voice

"I like to think big"

"Whats going on,what are you doing here?" You asked slightly worried knowing he should have another month of deployment

"Everything went well, so we got to come home early " he replied gently

You smiled "that's great!"

The two of you spent the rest of night catching up,snuggling while gazing up at the stars

(especially made for yall : @puff0o0, @matcharyu,@icarustypicalfall)

[llamaqueenprompt]

chapter eight

word count: 0.8k

Before

Charles couldn’t help but stare at Rory as she laughed at something he said. They were walking through the streets of Andorra, hand in hand, exploring the local shops and cafes that lined the cobblestone streets.

“Hey,” Rory nudged him with her elbow, a mischievous look in her eye, “stop staring, you’re making me blush.”

Charles chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him at her playful teasing, and pulled her closer to him. “Can’t help it, mon amour, you’re just too beautiful.”

Rory rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips. “Smooth, Leclerc.” Their lips connected in a small kiss.

They continued the stroll through the small town, making the most out of their time together that was quickly coming to an end.

Now

Charles knocked once…twice…and three times and no one answered the door. So he picked up his phone and called the person whose front door he was outside of.

“Hi chérie, I’m outside, if you could come…” the door slammed open.

“I’m so sorry, my alarm didn’t ring and I just fell asleep and now I’m late…” they both walked inside the house, “you can go if you want to and I will just uber there or something.

“Amour,” Charles grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, “don’t worry, go get ready and I will be here waiting for you. I agreed to take you today, I’m not backing down from that.” Charles kissed her forehead and walked into her kitchen leaving her standing there looking into nothing.

Aurora turned her gaze to Charles and admired as he tried to find what he was looking for in her kitchen. He was making this impossible for her.

Charles stopped cutting the strawberries and admired as Rory went up the stairs still in her cute little pajamas and a smile grew on his face. But he quickly shook it off, he couldn’t be mixing things up, he had agreed to be just her friend and if he wanted to stay in her life just friends would be it.

As Rory rushed to get ready, Charles busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast for them both. The familiar tone of the song that Rory had put on while she was getting ready made the silent space welcoming.

As Rory descended the stairs, “Hey, are you all ready?”, a warm smile lighting up his face. She looked beautiful, despite her rushed morning, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Charles said, gesturing towards the table where he had laid out plates and utensils. "Sit down and relax for a moment."

Rory nodded gratefully, taking a seat at the table as Charles finished up the last few touches on their meal. They fell into an easy conversation as they ate, discussing their plans for the day and sharing lighthearted anecdotes from their past adventures.

After breakfast, Rory hurried to gather her things, while Charles collected the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “All ready to go.”

Rory stood in front of Charles with a cute smile on her face and seeing that he had put the dishes away she reached up and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek making Charles blush.

When they arrived at the paddock, Charles parked the car and turned to face her, his expression softening with sincerity. "Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching hers for reassurance.

Rory hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Getting out of the car at the same time as him would mean that people would see them together and like every time they see a new woman getting out of Charles car dating rumors would arise and their little arrangement would be made public.

"I'm sure," she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter of uncertainty within her. "Thank you for doing this with me, Charles. I appreciate it more than you know." She reached for his hand and gave it a good squeeze.

Charles smiled at her, squeezing her hand back. "I'll be here for you, Rory. No matter what happens."

With a nod of gratitude, Rory waited until he got out of the car and then got out, already feeling the cameras on them and hearing the people calling for him. Charles walked around the car to her side.

“You okay?” He squeezed her arm gently.

She nodded and he reached out gripping her hand through his as they made their way through the people that were there to receive him. Rory hung back a little bit and admired him as he interacted with his fans, signing things and taking pictures with them.

Throughout all the time she had known him and the first week of their deal, she had never seen him in this environment, surrounded by the people that loved him in his home country. It was a beautiful sight.

Charles turned around to see where Rory was and when he saw the smile on his face he couldn’t help but mimic it which led to a couple of photos from the fans.

[berrieluv]

Any harry Potter character with a reader who is studious and only cares about school, so they try to convince them(reader) to give them(character of your choice) a chance. Super fluffy please

I love Rory Gilmore!Reader (if that's a thing), like, I wanna be her so bad. I'm using her gif but I really don't describe reader's features (I mention long–medium hair, I mean enough to make a bun) , I just love Chilton Rory I mean, look at my girl she's the best.

Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used)

Remus is deeply in love, Y/N on the other hand, has other priorities.

Just a Little Bit of Luck.

If you ask any of the Marauders, or the Gryffindors in general, they would all agree that Remus Lupin was a Golden Boy, for many of them the Golden Boy.

There were too little things people weren’t willing to do for Remus, and he earned it. Despite his grumpy nature and his tendency to isolate himself, Remus was alway looking forward to help. Even if it was as small like a galleon borrowed – even gifted most of the times –, if Remus had it in him, you had it for sure. When you needed to skip classes and Remus was with you in any of them, you had nothing to worry about, it was almost stated that Lupin would have all the notes delivered to you at the end of the day. And he would always make time in case you needed a tutor.

And for everyone, it was weird, borderline concerning, how could he be seeking for a girl's attention when it rained for him most of the times. Even on his worst days. And not any girl's attention. Her attention.

The good thing about her – or that's what James tries to tell the other Marauders to forget a little about the fact that Remus' new and current love was a Slytherin – was that just like Regulus, she only minded her business.

You would never find Y/N fighting about the blood purity because it has never been an issue for her. Or her family. Maybe that was the reason the Black's despite them. And certainly was the reason why Sirius thought she was one of the only savable Slytherins. But he would never admit it.

For Remus, she was the most precious creature to ever walk on earth. Her delicate movements and little chuckles would send that man's head over the moon.

Remus eyes were everywhere but the class, they found her hands delicate, and Remus wondered how tiny they would look compared to his. That was where his eyes were for the last five minutes. Three minutes of class he watched her hair, it didn't matter if it was tide up or free, he loved the movement it made and how his werewolf senses allowed him to smell it, even if he was five tables behind her. But what he could never stop looking at was her back movements. That's where Remus' eyes were most of the time. Y/N's well positioned shoulders, making her look like royalty. How they would get a little smaller when she would laugh and how quick they would come back to its place when she felt the teacher looking.

Definitely, Remus Lupin was head over heels for someone who barely noticed him.

He thought every girl was beautiful, stunning, and he was a romantic. He had no problem dating any of them – he has, if that matters –. He loved girls as much as he hated himself. It would be a crime against his personality to reject any of them, always a strong believer that he was for everyone. And the only one to blame there would be Merlin, and his good looks, because if that was Merlin's plan; who would he be to deny them.

The only force strong enough to interfere on the mighty above's plan was a Slytherin girl herself. With a tidy but messy uniform – if that made sense –.

Remus was an A grade kind of boy. His notes were ones of the best and his projects were always praised by teachers.

"And yet that's not enough?"

Remus looked at James indignant face. His incredulous voice catching almost everyone's attention around the common room. "What else could a girl ask for if it isn't Remus Lupin?"

An A+ grade kind of boy. Maybe. "I, James Potter, am too, in love with Remus Lupin. It just– It seems crazy. Delusional if you ask me" He says, earning a chuckle from Lily, his girlfriend "In all the years I've got to know him. You..." James says, pointing at the boy receiving an intervention from his friends "... have never desire on settle down. She comes around, she does this thing she does with her shoulders and suddenly you're truly, madly, deeply in love?" Remus only shrugs. "She doesn't deserves you, moony"

Oh, but she does. She definitely does. For some reason, Remus convinced himself that she was the love of his life. Not the only woman made for him, because that would be lying. Remus thought and knew that every woman was made for him. But Y/N was the only woman he wanted now.

"I'll keep trying" Remus says, smiling and getting up of the couch, reaching with his arms the banner with ‘INTERVENTION’ written in red ink and capital letters. "I'm really not taking advice on that. She's what I want, she's what I'll have"

What may sound like obsession, was not it, at all. Remus liked her, he liked the idea of spending the rest of his days with her. But he really liked her. Liked her in the way that he knew the possibility of Y/N rejecting him was always on the table, and he would be find with it. But he needed to at least try.

But how do you fight the fear of messing it up. Remus only had one chance, he could invite her out in their first conversation and risk it all for the easy way. Or he could learn about her.

Finaly know the reason why she draws little hearts on the "i"s. Be maybe the one and only to know why she hated butter beer so much. Because he knew she did. Even if she drinks it at parties, Remus could see the disgusted grin Y/N would make with a sip of it, but she wouldn't say anything to anyone. She would keep drinking.

"Is this seat taken?" Y/N's eyes were fast to follow Remus actions, she smiles a little with surprise overflowing from them. It wasn't a common occurrence that a Gryffindor would seek for a place next to a Slytherin. Most of the times they would rather go away "Can I sit?"

She nods, happy to have someone around. Her eyes go back to the book, Y/N's finger moves to her mouth and she bites it a little, completely focused on her task.

Remus thought that was the most angelic thing he could have seen. World would never be the same for him, not after seeing her frowned eyebrows, the confused eyes and lips being bite.

"You shouldn't bite your lips, you know?"

His heart was ricing, if he was able to make an observation like that, it could only mean he was observing her. He smiles nervously, his fingers fidgeting when she looks at him. Y/N offers him a smile and release her lower lip from her tooth. "Why?"

She asks. In a melodically voice. Accompanied with a concerning tone and a confused look.

"It– Um, it makes– Your, your lip it– I think it's bleeding a bit"

She gasped at Remus' words, her pretty fingers, the ones Remus' desire to hold was burning inside of every part of him like Hell itself, traveled to her lips, getting stained with a little bit of red.

"Oh, geez. You're right"

He nods, when she's about to pack her things and go Remus is quick to get out of his backpack a rag. His rag.

"You don't have to go, you looked really– I mean really busy and, you could just clean it and, I don't know maybe a bit of balm could help?"

And there was that smile again. How could a simple gesture make him feel so many things, all at once. Was he in love, overwhelmed by her beauty or just happy to help? It was almost impossible to describe the hurricane of feelings Remus was getting. Far from butterflies and near from a wildebeest stampede.

"You're really kind, Remus" And she knew his name. "Thank you"

Remus fought the urge to answer with a 'I would do everything you need me to do, for you nothing seems like much. There's no amount of things that I could do that would ever be enough for me to show how grateful for your existence I am', instead he responded with something similar, but far less intense.

"It's really nothing"

It's not surprise to say that Remus can't concentrate for the whole evening. But to be fair, it wasn't his intention to concentrate at all. Her fingers tapping the wood would sometimes distract him. By the expression on her face, he knew taps with one finger meant she was in something hard to understand. Two fingers meant boredom.

"Y/N?" He tried his luck. Knowing how annoying could be someone distracting you "I– I was– I was thinking, I mean, that maybe–"

'But she never dates anyone' Regulus said 'Even if she did, it had to be someone on her level. Remus is pretty smart, but he's not A+’ Sirius looked at his brother, incredulous. Then at Remus 'I'm not trying to be mean. Just warning you. She doesn't go on dates. She's too focused on school, doesn't have time for anything else'

'Has she never like anyone? In this entire castle, has no one catch her eye?' At this point, Remus wanted Sirius to stop talking. He looked desperate, and he knew Regulus was his brother, but he spends more time with Y/N than he does with Sirius. If Regulus were about to say something, Y/N would hear it first 'There has to be someone'

'She thought a Ravenclaw boy was pretty. But as I tell you; she does not go on dates'

'Of course a Ravenclaw' Sirius says, annoyed, as id she was trying to chase the girl 'Who was it? I bet it was stupid Henry Rogers. Bloody nerd he is, innit?'

Remus frowned. Henry Rogers wasn't bad. It made sense why Y/N would like him and not Remus. He liked the guy and in certain level they were friends too.

Of course she would fall for him. Now, Remus in any way considered himself disastrous, not on James and Sirius level anyways, but sure a bit more than Peter. Henry on the other hand was the man anyone could see by her side. His notes were the best of his class, he was a year older than them, and quite a legend on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, part of the selected and small group of people who has give James a hard time.

Henry was a A+ kind of boy while Remus was only A.

Coming back to the present time, Remus wondered how could he ever dare to ask her out. Not only a 'no' would be devastating but a 'yes' would also be. His mind was in a declare war every time he though about her.

Yes, he was a good guy. He had a lot to offer and giving him the right chance, he knew he could give her everything she could ask for.

But no, there was still a part of him yelling, kicking and screaming; Y/N deserves more.

Maybe it was his lycanthropy or his straight A's. Remus never thought he would feel an 'A' not worthy.

"Remus?" The sweet voice entered his ears, his thoughts were completely shout when she spoke. His brain went blank, knowing that his whole body was currently existing for her "Are you alright?"

"Yeah– Yeah, good"

She smiles and his world light up; "You spaced out"

"I did, didn't I?" He chuckles.

"You wanted to ask me for something?"

He wanted to ask her for a glimpse of attention at least. He wanted to reclaim his heart, body and soul back. He was happy with her owning all of him, but she wasn't quite aware of that.

"I– No, no I–" Maybe, if he was lucky enough... "Can I see your Transfiguration homework?"

Today wasn't the day.

"Ouh, sure. Of course"

Remus walked all the way to Regulus' prefect room after his encounter with Y/N. Feeling little and embarrassed. Asking her for her homework wasn’t really adding points for him. His third time talking to Y/N and he asks her for a Homework due a few hours after that. How would that make him look.

"I think you're spinning the matter way too much. More than needed" Remus sighs. He knows. "I'm not a pessimist..." Regulus says, but after a pause he continues "... well, sometimes I am. But I mean it when I say you're only wasting your time, Remus"

"I believe it could be something. I feel it" Remus had to admit, he felt pathetic telling that out loud. Maybe he should listen to Regulus, her best friend, and stop chasing after something that would never be his, but then he would feel betrayed. By himself. If he listens to his brain to stop the beat of his heart, he knew there wasn't a way he could ever forgive it. At least he had to try; "Sounds silly, I know..."

"No, no" Regulus said, looking at him and smiling "I respect that. Hey, if you feel it, it must be for something."

Remus knew big gestures wouldn't do the trick. It wasn't like him, and it wasn't like her. He had to make an effort, he had to really know her if he wanted to have a chance.

"Suck it, Remus. You're breaking your mind for a single girl when you could have literally everyone else" Sirius said when Remus found himself reading Y/N's favorite book. Underlining his favorite quotes and leaving sticky notes with his thoughts, a profess of his love. But a very subtle one. "Since when do you read romance books?"

"I'm always open to read new things"

Remus was a romantic. Romance came easy to him, love words came to him without try it. He had never been a fan of Romance Books because his brain couldn't possible need more ideas.

All Mr. Darcy could do, he could do better.

And yet, Y/N seemed to like someone who doesn't exist more than him. It couldn't be his fault.

Remus didn't need to try harder. Remus needed to actually talk to you; or that's what Lily thought. He had receive advice from all of his friends, and yet, none of them seemed enough.

"Yeah, but it isn't like you," Peter mentioned this time "I think you should quit it. I won't say she's not worth it; if she wasn't you wouldn't be doing all of these. She deserves it, that's for sure. But you deserve it too. To receive, not to only give"

"Just fucking talk to her, bloody hell"

That was Marlene. At that point, it seemed like the only coherent thing to do.

How could he receive what Peter says he deserves if she doesn't even know it. How can all of it be reciprocal if she isn't aware of his feelings.

Remus has talk to her a total of six times. Seven if you count the time he only babbled and walked away. His heart was getting tired of the cowardliness and he knew, all of him knew; he had to do something before is too late. Because Y/N may not be interested on someone right now, but it doesn't mean she would never be, and if in a future, it happens, and Remus is not the lucky one due to his insecurities, he knows forgiveness would never come to him.

"What if she rejects me?"

"You'll move on"

"What if she says I'm not good enough?"

"You'll be better"

"What if she says she likes someone else?"

"You leave her alone"

Lily smiled, calm surrounding her whole body while all of Remus' extremities were shaking. He takes a deep breath and makes his way inside the library, where he thought he'll find her and he did.

Just one simple question. 'No' meant she had to walk away. 'Yes' meant; well he didn't know yet. But he'll figure it out.

"Hey, Y/N" He said, smiling and looking at her. "Is this seat taken?"

"No, no" She said, her big smile coming out as soon as Remus stood in front of her "Never for you, Remus"

Remus was too nervous to note the flirting comment she let out. His shaking hands barely managed to take the chair out, sitting was even harder, his legs could barely stand by themselves and they let him fall on the chair.

"How– How are you?"

"I'm alright" Another smile. A small one this time.

"I was wondering– Maybe, what if– I mean you don't have to say 'yes', you– can say 'no', I mean whatever you feel like but I– I mean I have the right to ask, don't I?" She chuckles and nods at Remus’ babbling "I– well, maybe– You know this, this party the Gryffindors organize at, well at the end of the– Before summer vacation, and I was. Just thinking. I'm a big dreamer I must say"

Remus' words stop when he hears her laugh, not at him but entertained with his incoherent thoughts, and he smiled. And her warm lips and the light in her eyes made him think that maybe, and just maybe, he was worthy. And if he was lucky enough, just a little bit lucky, he had nothing to worry about.

"Would you like to go with me?"

"Yes"

"Like on a date" He continued.

"Yes"

"I mean, I know you're busy. All the time, and– Like, this is not your kind of places or..."

"I will go"

"... your favorite thing to do a Saturday night but– It means a lot for my friends and–"

"I want to go with you"

"Well, it means a lot for me too– I, I dunno, does that make me sound dumb or inferior to your intelligence level?"

"No, it doesn't. I want to be your date, Remus"

"Well if it does I'm really sorry I– I know you prefer smarter guys than me and I don't fit with your type at all but–"

"I really like you"

"But I mean, just, give me a chance? I'm sure you'll like the party and– I'll treat you right I, I've been reading and..."

"I'm sure I'll like it if I go with you"

"And I know your favorite book, I was thinking 'I could do that, I could be Mr. Darcy' for you, you know but I mean if you–"

"I don't want you to be Mr. Darcy, Remus. I want you to be Remus Lupin"

"If you don't want to just– You don't want to, right? Yeah, I, that makes more sense I mean, you don't like my type and– I'm sorry for bothering"

"I do like you"

"I'm sorry, I– I'll go..."

"Remmy" She called again, the whole scenario was fun. And after saying out loud she liked Remus Lupin as well, he only stopped talking when she called him 'Remmy'.

"How did you call me?"

"Remmy" Y/N said again, Remus went back to his place, he couldn't feel his legs and standing up would only end in a fall. "I would love to go with you" She said and Remus eyes were filled with spark "It would be an honor. And even fun. I really like your friends; and you"

She liked him. She also liked his friends, but she liked him.

Remus was about to faint, his heart felt little for his chest and he knew that in any moment it could scape because his body seemed really for it now. His breathing was heavy and no force on earth could make him erase that dumb smile.

Y/N walked to him with her backpack on her shoulder and stood in front of him. "Would you pick me up?" He would do anything for her. But he just nodded. "Fantastic"

And, mark his words. Remus Lupin died, a Wednesday afternoon at the Hogwarts Castle Library. His heart stopped working when gracefully, she leaned to him and smiled, leaving a tiny, very tiny, kiss on his lips. A kiss that was enough to get him hypnotized, a naive gesture, where he could almost taste the peach lipstick, just the enough amount to make him want more. And that day, Remus Lupin swore, he could never taste other lips if it weren't hers.

Remus Lupin could never love the same. And with that kiss, he knew the purpose of his soul was being completely and irrevocable in love with her. And even if – Merlin forbid – it ends, he was sure to know, he would never regret to love her like this.

[jennay]

Understood

Rory Culkin x Reader

An: Alright this was the one that won the poll. Let me know what you think or if you’d like anything written specifically. 💜

Word count: 1500

Master List

Rory clenched his jaw as he watched you chat with the bartender. He wasn't a jealous man by nature, but he couldn't stand the way the bartender casually touched your hand as if he had a claim on you.

He felt nauseous watching the scene unfold. Rory wondered what was going through your mind. Why didn't you pull away from his advances? Did you enjoy them? Did you not care about Rory's feelings? He tried to push these thoughts away, but they kept nagging him.

"Hey, don't make a scene," Your friend Bev whispered in his ear, nudging his arm. She could see the anger and hurt in his eyes, and she knew he was close to losing it.

Rory forced a smirk on his face, trying to act nonchalant. "I wasn't planning on it. She's a grown woman. She can do what she wants." He picked up his drink and gulped down the rest, feeling the alcohol burn his throat. "I'm gonna go find Kieran and Jazz." He got up from his seat and walked away, leaving Bev behind.

Bev shook her head sympathetically. You and Rory had a complicated relationship. Some days he was convinced you were his; others, he felt like you were toying with him.

You never had an official title, and though he didn't need that to be happy, he needed to know where you stood. What were you two, lovers, friends, or something in between?

When you came back to the table, you set down the shot glasses with a clink. A goofy smile was still on your face from your flirtatious interaction. "That guy is in the band that plays on Saturdays. My god, band guys are fucking sexy." You laughed.

Bev pushed her auburn hair behind her ears, giving you a look that screamed, you're an idiot. "For me?" She asked, picking up one of the shot glasses.

You nodded, grabbing yours as well. "I got five, but there's only two of us now? I guess we have extra." Your eyes scanned the busy bar, looking for Rory and the other two. You tried to act cool like you didn't care where they were or what they were doing. It's not like Rory was your boyfriend. You couldn't control what he did.

"He went to find Kieran," Bev says, reading your mind. "I think they're playing pool."

You nod your head. "He's been kinda weird."

Her thin brow raises, and an amused look plays on her face. "Well, as we all know, sleeping with your friends can complicate things."

You nearly choke on your drink, "You know about that?"

She nods, exhaling loudly, "I mean, I do now. I assumed since your interactions have changed, and you're the kinda idiot to do something like that and expect no consequences."

You rest your elbows on the table, leaning forward, you say, "I'm aware I have shitty judgment." You rest your face on your hands, "It was safe. At least I thought it was safe, but now we're going through this whole thing."

Bev laughs, "What did you think was going to happen? He's had feelings for you forever, and then you slept with him!"

"He has not!" You object.

She rolls her eyes, "Rory’s always been there for you. He listens to your problems, makes you laugh, and if you ever need him, he literally drops everything for you."

You shake your head, "But has he ever said that?"

She sighs, "He doesn't need to! You're in denial. You can't keep pretending nothing happened. You have to talk to him and sort this out."

You bite your lip, feeling torn and confused. "I don't know how to do that. I don't know what I want." You admit, looking down at your hands.

She reaches across the table and squeezes your hand gently, giving you a reassuring smile. "You want him. Trust me, you do. You just have to be honest with yourself and with him. Tell him how you feel, and see what happens." She says, her voice full of optimism and encouragement.

You look into her eyes and see their sincerity and hope, but worry still lingers at your core. You're afraid of taking risks, changing things, or losing him. "What if it's not like that, though? What if it turns out we suck in a relationship? I like how things are right now. Sex with no strings attached." You say, trying to justify your hesitation.

Bev shakes her head, not buying your excuse. "That's not true. You don't like how things are right now. Sex with no strings attached is not enough for you, I've known you for ten years, and you've always felt like shit over one-night stands." She says, looking at you with a knowing expression. “Plus, there are so many strings attached, so you can’t even say that!”

You sigh, feeling the truth of her words. You can't deny that you have feelings for Rory and care about him more than just a friend or a hookup. But you're scared of what that means.

She sees your hesitation and nudges you gently. "He's not going to reject you or hurt you. Talk to him, tell him how you feel, and see what happens.“ She repeats, hoping to convince you.

You get up from your seat and grab your coat, ready to face Rory and tell him the truth.

"Fine, I’ll do it, but not because you told me to.” You joke. “Thanks for the nudge, though.”

"Anytime." She says, smiling at you.

You walk towards the pool table, where Rory plays with Kieran and Jazz. You catch his eye and smile nervously. He smiles back and puts down his cue after taking his turn.

You walk up to him, attempting to be courageous. "Can we talk?" you ask him softly. "It'll just take a minute." You assure Kieran.

Rory nods and follows you outside.

You take a deep breath and look into his eyes.

"I have something to tell you…"

His curious eyes scan your face as you look around the area nervously. You know what you need to say but don't know how to say it.

"Are you ok?" He grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze reassuring you that you are safe to speak in front of him. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

“I know.” You whisper, sitting down at one of the metal chairs. “I’m sorry.”

He follows suit and pulls a chair up in front of you. “For?”

You softly sigh, “For not knowing what I want and dicking around with your emotions.”

Rory chuckles, not expecting you to use the words you did.

"It's not funny." You say, trying not to smile. "I'm so emotionally stunted. Why am I like this? I keep telling myself I'm ok with whatever is happening between you and me, but I'm not."

He looks into your eyes, searching for a sign of hope. “It’s not too late. You can still tell me what you want. You can still admit to yourself you want more out of this. You can still make a choice. A choice to be with me, to give us a chance, to see what happens.” He says, his voice is soft and sincere. He leans forward, grabbing both of your hands, "I need to hear you say what you want."

You nervously bite your lip, and after a few seconds, you say, "I want you."

You stand up, getting ready to walk away, psyching yourself out, waiting for rejection. Was it possible that Bev had just seen what she wanted to see, and now you were confessing feelings for someone who wasn’t going to respond how you wanted?

Rory stands and quickly stops you from going anywhere by grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him. He looks you in the eyes, a smile plastered on his face. “You can’t just walk away after saying that.” He lightly laughs, “I want you too.” He leans forward, and you wrap your arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss him, feeling the same love and desire as before.

"I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Rory hugs you tightly and rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes joyfully. “You don’t have to be sorry. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” He kisses your nose and hugs you tighter, not wanting to let go.

You grin wildly, feeling a new sense of connection and commitment, intimacy and trust.

Rory breaks the silence, “Wanna go to a different bar? I still have an urge to break the bartender's fingers.” He jokes.

“Maybe we should ditch the other three and go back to my apartment.” You flirtatiously say.

“I’d like that.” He says, pressing his lips to yours once more.

You knew you made the right choice, the best choice. This was meant to be. It was always supposed to be Rory.

[lovetique]

closed starter with @bluerevs. ♡

marcus left in the night and then elena went her way, off to karaoke with her friends that was entirely used as a distraction from all of her harboring feelings towards that conversation she was left by herself with. once she was driving back home, after all the laughs and fun her two friends and their friends managed to coax out of her, the laughter, good mood and loud music was left behind in replacement of silence. just her, the radio on low and too much time to think again. a heavy sadness plowed her worse now than it did before she'd joined her friends as mind flickered back to marcus when her eyes fell on the 'best friend' bracelet adorning her wrist in the moonlight where her hand sat on the steering wheel. a phone call came through and she glanced down to hit accept without thinking of reading the contact name that was coming across.

"elena." the voice, gruff and unkind sounded through the phone on speaker. "where are you?" he didn't question out of curiosity, he questioned with irritation he was lacking control on her whereabouts. "just coming home from being with my friends. we went to karaoke." she answered plainly. there was a pause and she already knew he didn't like that. "you know, i'm getting sick of you straying off more and more as the months go on. what are you trying to do elena? ignore me?" she could hear the way he sounded angry, gritting the words through his teeth even over the phone. "you're my girlfriend, act like it and get over here." he demanded, "or i'm coming to get you." that made her frantic, shaking her head, "i will– tomorrow. i promise. i'm sleepy anyway, i'm just going to go in and go to bed." she told him and hoped it would suffice. he tsk'd his tongue then she heard the eye roll behind the phone, "whatever, yeah. tomorrow then." she quietly sighed in relief, then he hung up on her and she just blinked at how pathetic it made her feel.

she pulled into her driveway, sat there awhile with tears welling in her eyes and eventually her forehead slammed against the steering wheel. she hated this loveless relationship, the fear it was gnawing her alive with, the horrible pit in her stomach rory caused. she wanted out of it. but she swore running away would be the only option of getting out of it. elena eventually pushed herself to climb out of the mustang, shoved the front door open and threw off her shoes and slung away her jacket. she wanted to punch things, kick things, scream at things. eventually her mother heard the loud ruckus coming from the front of her house and left the living room to find her daughter in tears. so many nights elena had dodged her mom from seeing the endless tears she has came home with. just to spare breaking her heart from seeing her heart broken. her mother, elisa, immediately acted out in concern, curling her arms around elena and bringing her into a hug. eventually they walked off to the living room before elena broke down again once her mother asked for the fourth time what's wrong and she climbed in her lap that time, which her mom eagerly held her and hugged her again. "i'm scared." finally she blurted with tears and snot dripping down her face, "scared of what, sweetheart?" which her mother wiped away. "i want to break up with him. i'm done with him, i'm so sick of him. but i'm scared of what happens if i do. what if he hurts us? we can't just move OFF to a new place. what if he hurts himself? me? you?" he could use threats that'll tie her right back in towards her family or even himself. and how does she do it? by phone call? no. that's so cowardly and it'd never work, she'll have to face him. "elena, don't worry like that. if you want to break up with him, you have every right to do so. you are not obligated to stay with anyone. do you understand? i have understood he has your brain used to giving in to his tricks. but that's what they are. are tricks. if we have to armor ourselves like army men to ease your worries, we will. but do not stay with him if it's NOT what you want, do not allow him to continue to control you by fear." she lectured and elena stared at her before the words started breaking through that invisible barrier of fear that had a strong block on her brain. "okay. ...you're right." she hugged her neck, tightly clinging and hating how secretive she's been all along. wanting to make up for that now. "and who is your friend from earlier you were giving ugly middle fingers to?" elisa shook her head in disappointment, but her curiosity was provoked. brows furrowed and elena realized. her mother was stalking her? she'd feel more embarrassed she caught her giving marcus middle fingers that her mother disapproved of if she wasn't drowning in these conflicting emotions she still had about on what to do with rory.

"that's marcus." and then she heard her mother give a, 'hm'. so elena continued to explain ; who he was and how long she had known him before she got interrupted with her mother's shock widening in her eyes. "so two? two boyfriends? you have had TWO boyfriends, elena?" then she bursted in a paragraph of fast spanish that even elena could only half comprehend. now she knew how marcus felt. "loco. eso esta loco elena!" crazy. that is crazy, elena! the part she loudly understood. "you can only choose one. one boyfriend. possibly, choose the one that isn't garbage to you. hot garbage even. maybe the one that politely waved." she smiled in a hinting way, taking that was a good sign he was not hot garbage too. "anyway, you cannot have two boyfriends..." she began her lecture all over again because she couldn't believe elena and felt like it wasn't getting through to her. "okay, mom. i understand. i've known that. only one. and if you want to know which... well– the polite waving one is my favorite, too." elena gave her a tiny smile, a hint of playfulness in it. and then finally her mom's excited little smile coaxed a laugh out of her before elena gave her one more hug and decided to close her eyes and rest here, relishing in the moment of getting to feel younger again and safe. all she craved was safety.

. . .

almost two weeks later. almost two weeks had somehow flown by and she still hadn't pulled the trigger. even after her mother had built up her confidence. she just froze each night she was over at rory's and was about to let it slip but didn't. it was last night when he let it slip he was with another girl that floored a crazy anger through her, had them breaking out into an argument and then she slammed the door and left just to go home and dwell. she wasn't in any competition to fight for the affections of any man, let alone a piece of scum like rory. but, she wasn't going to be made out to be a fool any longer. faithfulness is the bare minimum, elena. marcus' voice echoed through her mind from that night in her bedroom. the way it struck through her, how right he was. how did it make her feel? to know she was being used as his rag doll, he was kissing and doing other things with other women and using them against her? like the lowest she had felt, like she truly hit rock bottom. fear was irrelevant now, she decided that as she sung at a beautiful little venue tonight for a couple and their wedding party. dressed back up in her gown she had worn a few months ago. the atmosphere was so positive, full of love and light. happy faces and people in love. so opposite from the monster that awaited her after the venue. the atmosphere she was in the middle of put her in mind of exactly what it was like to be with marcus. especially as she was on stage getting to sing her heart out to her other favorite whitney song, 'i have nothing'.

i never knew love like i've known it with you will a memory survive, one i can hold on to? i don't really need to look, very much further i don't wanna have to go, where you don't follow i won't hold it back again, this passion inside i can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide your love i'll remember forever, don't make me close one more door. i don't want to hurt anymore. stay in my arms if you dare or must i imagine you there? don't walk away from me, i have nothing, nothing, nothing..

"if i don't– have you." the high note coming to an end provoked too many emotions, doe eyes watering under the warm lights as she admired the loving crowd applauding her before it was even ended. that wasn't mainly why she was emotional, it was the wave of nostalgia comparing it to another song in similar she had sung to marcus before rory had came and ruined it and the way the words simply affected her soul. "thank you so much." blowing all of her kisses to the venue full of people adoring her cover of a song that meant so much to her. elena decided she was going to leave early, so she bid her goodbyes with the bride and groom who were kind enough to have her here tonight apart of their special evening. the happy smile on her face faded into sadness and a little fear once she was outside getting into her car, because she knew where she was going next. but there was also something new for once, bravery clawing away the fear.

elena made a stop by her house, mustang idling outside, still ready to take off as her heels quickly clicked against the pavement of her driveway while she held the sides of her white gown up from dragging. she snuck into the right side garage door, slipping in and immediately rummaging through her father's things in the corner of the garage. there was a tall gun case filled with a drawer full of knives. was it absolutely insane to even contemplate really having to use such weapons? yes. but better safe than sorry and that was just the reality of the situation. she took the switchblade with her and began to turn but paranoia had her turning back, taking one of the guns with her. it had her heart pounding, wrapping her fingers around the barrel but told herself again. better safe than sorry. it was just precautions. she wouldn't really need to use a weapon, she told herself. and then left with it. placed the shotgun in the trunk and pretended like she didn't just have to do that in the first place before driving off.

heart was slamming in her chest when she pulled up to the front of rory's apartment. there was other people around the complex, surely she wouldn't need to use the weapons? she prepared herself to run and scream if he tried hurting her? that'd be the initial plan, right? she didn't waste time to think, she just acted before the adrenaline could fade away. the knife was slipped and hidden in the back of her bra, left the vehicle idling and picked up the key under the rug in front of the door that she knew it was hidden under. turning it and shoving the door open, throwing the key on the floor and stomping past his roommate's room that of course wasn't home tonight and then into his. door slung open, thudded against his wall and he immediately shot up from whoever he was texting as he was perched on his side on his bed.

probably one of his whores they discussed last night. elena yanked open the top drawer, taking every shirt she owned and stuffing it in her bag. "what the hell are you doing?" he confusingly shot up and asked, watching her like the insane woman he thought she was. "it's over. i'm done with you." the words calmly left her voice, throwing the bag over her shoulder. "done with me? DONE? you aren't done with me, elenaaa. don't lie. don't kid yourself." he laughed, shaking his head, in denial. "i am. why would it matter to you anyway? you can have all the whores who are stupid enough to want someone like you and i can be out of your hair– not 'bitching at you' like you always say. how you love to call me a bitch, bitch, bitch. ALL the time. so why WOULDN'T i be done with you?" she asked, dumbfounded and heart panging every time he's ever called her it. "that's because you are a little bitch." another hit. that ran through her for the last time as her heart slammed in her chest, her arms starting to tremble. "thank you. at least i'm not a piece of shit." she spat, the first time she says that to him that OUT loud. then starts to turn and walk away until she feels herself getting jerked backwards, he's grabbed hold of her bag and making her stumble. he had to anchor himself not to lose it for calling him that. "you're just being crazy, you're not really leaving me. you're staying here with me. i'm not letting you," he shook his head, feeling the truth settle in, which began to make him panic. "let me go." she warned him, trying to tug her bag back but he wasn't budging. her heart started pounding faster as fear began suffocating her. "it was one time, elena. one time. i promise i won't see anymore of them, i won't see anyone but you ever again, i promise." he was growing desperate so he attempted to 'play nice', tightening his grip on her bag. his hand lifted to touch her face and she slapped his hand away. then slapped him again when he touched her waist. "i don't care! and you're lying!" she was about to let the bag go and just run. "elena, i swear." he gritted his teeth, like he was on the verge of something threatening and her hand palmed his face, digging her nails into his skin and shoved it away. "fuck!" he hissed at the pain of it and she started slipping her arm out of the bag until he grabbed for her arm but ended up grabbing the strap of her dress instead which caused it to snap and break when she lunged too fast to run then she was shoved. her shoulder and chin both collided against the edge of the desk she ran into, chin taking a hard hit, rattling her teeth until they hurt and her shoulder earning a red scratch from the sharp edge of it that caused her skin to well then broke into a string of blood.

she winced once she hit the floor and hand quickly dipped into the back of her dress while rory started pleading and predictably threatening he was going to hurt himself if she left. she shook her head, forcing herself not to listen to it, but that seemed to only fuel him when he was seeing it wasn't working anymore. "elena, please, please," she winced at her arm, jaw and teeth hurting. and all he cared about was himself while she pushed herself back up only for him to pick her up and place her down on his bed. "you're not leaving me." he shoved his head into her shoulder that wasn't bleeding. "...okay." she weakly responded and grew still, muscles in her stomach tightening when she felt his arms snake around her waist. a lie. she QUICKLY shot up from the bed before he could ensnare her in his grip, grabbing the bag and running for it. he was chasing after her, lamps he was grabbing getting thrown at her before smashing against the wall and then her first instinct was to grab for the chair sitting in the hall, throwing it at him, making him stumble before he angrily tossed it to the side after he got slammed in the knees with it and then he shoved the front door back CLOSED before she could exit out of it. sound of the switchblade swiftly slid out of it's compartment and she held it up to him, "leave me alone for the last time!" he stared at what she had in her hand in disbelief and angry confusion, contemplating if she'd really use it on him, or if he could get it away from her. if he tried the latter, he could end up getting sliced so he hesitated with that option. "get away from me!" veins in her neck protruding, in distress, throwing her arm out of anger. the motion putting a little fear in him to step back, but calculating what he could do next to get her to stay. while he was thinking, elena quickly turned, opened the door up and made a beeline for her car. she opened the passenger door to cut time in half reaching the drivers side. she dropped the knife in the passenger side floor, slammed the door back, doors locking, car put in drive and she stepped on the gas once she slipped into the drivers seat. ticket or not, how could she be in the mind space to care about getting pulled over as she floored it through town as tears flooded her eyes. she couldn't go home. her mother couldn't dare see her like this. she knew what she'd do, end up blaming herself for suggesting elena to ignite the breakup but forgetting the most important part. how to do it in a safer manner than how she'd went about it tonight. and marcus... all she would do is cause him ANOTHER headache. she couldn't go there either.

the horrific sobs of a mental breakdown tearing from her throat in the confines of her car, that's STILL the direction she ends up in because she inevitably doesn't know WHERE else to go. eyes frantically looked in her rearview mirror time to time, making sure rory still wasn't chasing after her. she was just paranoid now until the dings her phone was starting to receive made her FLINCH and caused her heart to race all over again from the way it startled her. she saw his name glow across the screen and ignored it, pushing it out of her head as she swiped at her eyes, made her breathing calm down once it hitched in her throat and tried to look presentable as she was nearing the familiar road. she parked, turned the car off, slipped out of it after a few minutes and slowly went up to the door with the bag and her phone on top of the stuff in it. temples throbbing, feeling her pulse ringing in her ears, jaw and shoulder aching, she lifted her fist then put it back down. sitting out here on the step almost felt like a better idea... then fist raised again and she quickly forced herself to knock. panic started swelling in her chest, what had she done? and then a new reason to panic flashed in her eyes once she looked down at her dress. torn at the sleeve, red gash down her arm and a light purplish bruise under her jaw starting to slowly form directly under her beauty mark. the latter she was unaware. but the way her dress look disheveled had her quickly stuffing the ripped part into the inside of her dress and she held her shoulder, prepared to tell him some lie if he even answered. maybe she just fell outside or something.

[leoniestarlee]

Illyrian Assassin (12)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

Apologies for this long part🤎

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Cassian flexed his fingers, admiring the clear red stones adoring the back of his hands as we continued to sit in the dining room. "Doesn't hurt that Siphons also look so damn good."

"Agree," I said, holding my purple Siphon attached to my necklace.

Amren muttered, "Illyrians."

Cassian bared his teeth in feral amusement, and took a drink of his wine as I filled my own glass with wine now that the girls were gone.

Feyre said to Azriel, those shadows gone again, "How did you—I mean, how do you and Lord Cassian—"

Cassian spewed his wine across the table, causing Mor to leap up, swearing at him as she used a napkin to mop her dress and I covered my mouth trying not to laugh.

But Cassian was howling, and Azriel had a faint, wary smile on his face as Mor waved a hand at her dress and the spots of wine appeared on Cassian's fighting leathers.

"Cassian," Rhys drawled, "is not a lord. Though I'm sure he appreciates you thinking he is." He surveyed his Inner Circle. "While we're on the subject, neither is Azriel. Nor Amren. Nor Rory. Mor, believe it or not, is the only pure-blooded, titled person in this room." Feyre glanced at me and then back to Rhysand. "I am half-Illyrian like Rory. As good as a bastard where the thoroughbred High Fae are concerned."

"So you—you four aren't High Fae?" Feyre said to us.

Cassian finished his laughing. "Illyrians are certainly not High Fae. And glad of it." He hooked his black hair behind an ear—rounded. "And we're not lesser faeries, though some try to call us that. We're just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst."

"Which is most of the time," Azriel clarified.

"I didn't see you Under the Mountain," Feyre said.

Silence fell. None of us, not even Amren, looked at Rhys.

It was Mor who said, "Because none of us were."

Rhys' face was a mask of cold. "Amarantha didn't know they existed. And when someone tried to tell her, they usually found themselves without the mind to do so."

"You truly kept this city, and all these people, hidden from her for fifty years?" Feyre asked.

Cassian was staring hard at his plate, as if he might burst out of his skin as I gently placed a hand on Azriel's knowing the vacant look in his eyes was caused by guilt for not being able to save Rhys during all those years.

Amren said, "We will continue to keep this city and these people hidden from our enemies for a great many more."

My voice was a bit raw as I explained to Feyre, my hand tightening on Azriel's scarred hand, "There is not one person in this city who is unaware of what went on outside these borders. Or of the cost."

Feyre cleared her throat, straightening, and said to Azriel, who, shadows or no, seemed the safest and therefore was probably the least so, "How did you meet?"

Azriel merely turned to Cassian, who was staring at Rhys with guilt and love on his face.

But Cassian seemed to process what Feyre had asked and his friend's silent request that he tell the story instead, and a grin ghosted across his face. "We all hated each other at first."

I snorted at Cassian as Azriel intertwined out fingers before pulling our hands under the table and resting them on my knee.

Cassian went on, "We are bastards, you know, Az, Rory, and I. The Illyrians...We love our people, and our traditions, but they dwell in clans and camps deep in the mountains of the North, and do not like outsiders. Especially High Fae who try to tell them what to do. But they're just as obsessed with lineage, and have their own princes and lords among them. Az," he said, pointing a thumb in Az's direction, "was the bastard of one of the local lords. And if you think the bastard son of a lord is hated, then you can't imagine how hated the bastard is of a war-camp laundress and a warrior she couldn't or wouldn't remember." His casual shrug didn't match the vicious glint in his hazel eyes. "Az's father sent him to our camp for training once he and his charming wife realized he was a shadowsinger."

"Like the daemati," Rhys said to Feyre, "shadowsingers are rare—coveted by courts and territories across the world for their stealth and predisposition to hear and feel things others can't."

Cassian said, "The camp lord practically shit himself with excitement the day Az was dumped in our camp. But Rory and I...once our mother's weaned us and we were able to walk, they flew us to a distant camp, and chucked us into the mud to see if we would live or die."

"They would have been smarter throwing you off a cliff," Mor said, snorting.

"Oh, definitely," Cassian said, that grin going razor-sharp. "Especially because when I was old and strong enough to go back to the camp I'd been born in, I learned those pricks worked my mother until she died."

Another silence fell. The tension and simmering anger of a until who had endured so much, survived so much.

"The Illyrians," I cut in, Azriel tightening his grip on my hand, "are unparalleled warriors, and are rich with stories and traditions. But they are also brutal and backward, particularly in regard to how they treat their females." A soft snarl escaped my lips.

Azriel's eyes had gone near-vacant as he stared at me. Cassian's eyes held a hatred while Rhysand's held a cold rage. No doubt, remembering the memories of what we'd been put through.

"They're barbarians," Amren said, and neither Illyrian males objected. "They cripple their females so they can keep them for breeding more flawless warriors."

Feyre's eyes looked over my shoulders, then to Azriel and Cassian's wings. "They crippled me," I informed her, my heart filling with violet anger. "The Lords held me down, crippled my wings after the four of us had tried our hardest to fight off everyone in our camp. Yet, it wasn't enough and they took away my freedom."

"And what happened to them next was well fucking deserved," Azriel said, his voice low as he moved our hands to his lap, wrapping his other hand around the both of ours.

"I promised the camp that I would kill them if they crippled me," I went on, staring at my glass, "and once I'd healed, I kept that promise and killed every Illyrian that helped to crippled me, including our Lord Vevin. Then they took my wings from me completely."

Cassian reached down the table, and grabbed my glass, swapping it with the bottle of wine as I leaned back into my chair.

Rhys cringed. "My mother was low-born," he told Feyre, "and worked as a seamstress in one of their many mountain war-camps. When females come of age in the camps—when they have their first bleeding—their wings are...clipped. Just an incision in the right place, left to improperly heal, can cripple you forever. And my mother—she was gentle and wild and loved to fly. So she did everything in her power to keep herself from maturing. She starved herself, gathered illegal herbs—anything to halt the natural course of her body. She turned eighteen and hadn't yet bled, to the mortification of her parents. But her bleeding finally arrived, and all it took was for her to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, before a male scented it on her and told the camp's lord. She tried to flee—took right to the skies. But she was young, and the warriors were faster, and they dragged her back. They were about to tie her to the posts in the center of camp when my father winnowed in for a meeting with the camp's lord about readying for the War. He saw my mother thrashing and fighting like a wildcat, and..." He swallowed. "The mating bond between them clicked into place. One look at her, and he knew what she was. He misted the guards holding her."

Feyre's brows narrowed. "Misted?"

Cassian let out a wicked chuckle as Rhys floated a lemon wedge that had been garnishing his chicken into the air above the table. With a flick of his finger, it turned to citrus-scented mist.

"Through the blood-rain," Rhys went on, "my mother looked at him. And the bond fell into place for her. My father took her back to the Nigh Court that evening and made her his bride. She loved her people, and missed them, but never forgot what they had tried to do to her—what they did to the females among them. She tried for decades to get my father to ban it, but the War was coming, and he wouldn't risk isolating the Illyrians when he needed them to lead his armies. And to die for him."

"A real prize, your father," Mor grumbled.

"At least he liked you," Rhys counted, then clarified for Feyre, "My father and mother, despite being mates, were wrong for each other. My father was cold and calculating, and could be vicious, as he had been trained to be since birth. My mother was soft and firey and beloved by everyone she met. She hated him after a time—but never stopped being grateful that he had saved her wings, that he allowed her to fly whenever and wherever she wished. And when I was born, and could summon the Illyrian wings as I please...She wanted me to know her people's culture."

"She wanted to keep you out of your father's claws," I said, swirling my wine and Azriel at last blinked, and seemed to shake off whatever memory had frozen him.

"That, too," Rhys added drily. "When I turned eight, my mother brought me to one of the Illyrian war-camps. For me to be trained, as all Illyrian males were trained. And like all Illyrian mothers, she shoved me toward the sparring ring on the first day, and walked away without looking back."

"She abandoned you?" Feyre asked.

"No—never," Rhys said with ferocity. "She was staying at the camp as well. But it is considered an embarrassment for a mother to coddle her son when he goes to train."

Feyre's brows lifted and Cassian laughed. "Backward, like she said."

"I was scared out of my mind," Rhys admitted, not a shade of shame to be found. "I'd been learning to wield my powers, but Illyrian magic was a mere fraction of it. And it's rare amongst them—usually possessed only by the most powerful, pure-bred warriors." Again, Feyre looked at the slumbering Siphons atop the warriors' hands. "I tried to use a Siphon during those years," Rhys said. "And shattered about a dozen before I realized it wasn't compatible—the stones couldn't hold it. My power flows and is honed in other ways."

"So difficult, being such a powerful High Lord," Mor teased.

Rhys rolled his eyes. "The camp-lord banned me from using my magic. For all our sakes. But I had no idea how to fight when I set foot into that training ring that day. The other boys in my age group knew it, too. Especially one in particular, who took a look at me, and beat me into a bloody mess."

"You were so clean," Cassian said, shaking his head. "The pretty half-breed son of the High Lord—how fancy you were in your new training clothes."

"Cassian," Azriel told Feyre with that voice like darkness given sound, "resorted to getting new clothes over the years by challenging other boys to fights, with the prize being the clothes off their backs." There was no pride in the words—not for our people's brutality.

"I'd beaten every boy in our age group twice over already," Cassian went on. "But then Rhys arrived, in his clean clothes, and he smelled ... different. Like a true opponent. So I attacked. We both got three lashings apiece for the fight."

"They do worse, girl," Amren cut in as Feyre flinched, "in those camps. Three lashings are practically an encouragement to fight again. When they do something truly bad, bones are broken. Repeatedly. Over weeks."

I flinched at the memories. "Not a pretty sight."

Feyre said to Rhys, "Your mother willingly sent you into that?" Soft fire indeed.

"My mother didn't want me to rely on my power," Rhysand said. "She knew from the moment she conceived me that I'd be hunted my entire life. Where one strength failed, she wanted others to save me. My education was another weapon—which was why my mother went with me: to tutor me after lessons were done for the day. And when she took me home that first night to our new house at the edge of the camp, she made me read by the window. It was there that I saw Cassian and Rory trudging through the mud—toward the few ramshackle tents outside of the camp. I asked my mother where they were going, and she told me that bastards are given nothing: they find their own shelter, own food. If they survive and get picked to be in a war-band, they'll be bottom-ranking forever, but receive their own tents and supplies. But until then, they'd stay in the cold."

"Those mountains," Azriel added, his face as hard as ice, "offer some of the harshest conditions you can imagine."

"After my lessons," Rhys went on, "my mother cleaned my lashings, and as she did, I realized for the first time what it was to be warm, and safe, and cared for. And it didn't sit well."

"Apparently not," Cassian said. "Because in the dead of night, that little prick woke me and Rory up in our piss-poor tent and told us to keep our mouths shut and come with him. And maybe the cold made me stupid, but I grabbed Rory and listened to Rhys."

"Cassian and I were born in the same camp," I cut in, explaining to Feyre. "We grew up together from the moment we were born and once we were dumped into the same camp, we'd agreed to take care of each other, no matter what."

Cassian sent me a small smile, nodding his head. "His mother was livid," he went on. "But I'll never forget the look on her beautiful face when she saw me and said, 'There is a bathtub with hot running water. Get in it or you can go back into the cold.' Being a smart lad, I obeyed. Rory, on the other hand, didn't trust it. She refused and it wasn't until I convinced her, that she finally listened. When I got out, his mother had clean nightclothes and ordered me into bed. I'd spent my life sleeping on the ground—and when I balked, she said she understood because she had felt the same once, and that it would feel as if I was being swallowed up, but the bed was mine for as long as I wanted it."

"I was a handful," I admitted with a small laugh. "I was treated like shit from the moment I was born, so to be offered such care seemed like a trick. I was cautious and didn't let myself get comfortable until a few years later."

"And you were friends after that?" Feyre asked.

"No—Cauldron no," I said. "We hated each other, and only behaved because if one of us got into trouble or provoked the other, then none of us ate that night. Rhys' mother started tutoring Cassian and I, but it wasn't until Azriel arrived a year later that we decided to be allies."

Cassian's grin grew as he reached around to clap his friend on the shoulder. Azriel sighed—the sound of the long-suffering. "A new bastard in the camp—and an untrained shadowsinger to boot. Not to mention he couldn't even fly thanks to—"

I cut in sharply, "Stay on track, Cassian."

Azriel rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand as Cassian again shrugged, not even bothering to take note of the silence that seemed to leak from the shadowsinger. I saw though—even if Az didn't bother to acknowledge my concerned stare.

Cassian went on, "Rhys, Rory, and I made his life a living hell, shadowsinger or no. But Rhys' mother had known Az's mother, and took him in."

"After you two shoved me inside the house first to ask," I added, glancing between Rhys and Cassian who both chuckled.

Cassian went on. "As we grew older, and the other males around us did, too, we realized everyone else hated us enough that we had better odds of survival sticking together."

"Do you have any gifts?" Feyre asked me and Cassian. "Like—them?" She jerked her chin to Azriel and Rhys.

"A volatile temper doesn't count," Mor said as Cassian opened his mouth.

He gave her that, but said to Feyre, "Rory has the healing power from her High Fae side, but me? No. I don't—not beyond a heaping pile of the killing power. Bastard- born nobody, through and through." Rhys sat forward like he'd object, but Cassian forged ahead, "Even so, the other males knew that we were different. And not because we were two bastards and two half-breeds. We were stronger, faster—like the Cauldron knew we'd been set apart and wanted us to find each other. His mother saw it, too. Especially as we reached the age of maturity, and all we wanted to do was fuck and fight."

I snorted. "You say that like you three didn't scare off any male that even looked at me."

Cassian shrugged. "Rhys's power grew every day—and everyone, even the camp-lords, knew he could mist everyone if he felt like it. And the three of us ... we weren't far behind." He tapped his crimson Siphon with a finger. "A bastard Illyrian and a female had never received one of these. Ever. For Az, Rory, and me to be appointed them, albeit begrudgingly, had every warrior in every camp across those mountains sizing us up. Only pure-blood pricks get Siphons— born and bred for the killing power. It still keeps them up at night, puzzling over where the hell we got it from."

"I was the first female Illyrian to ever get one. Even the first female to ever train with the males," I added with a proud smile. "All the males hated me already for training with them, which only made it so much harder for me, but when I received that Siphon—all that work and torment was worth seeing the look on every male's face."

"Then the War came," Azriel took over as he looked away from me. "And Rhys' father visited our camp to see how his child had fared after twenty years."

"My father," Rhys said, swirling his wine once—twice, "saw that his son had not only started to rival him for power, but had allied himself with perhaps the three deadliest Illyrians in history. He got it into his head that if we were given a legion in the War, we might very well turn it against him when we returned."

Cassian snickered. "So the prick separated us. He gave Rhys command of a legion of Illyrians who hated him for being a half-breed, and threw Rory and I into a different legion to be a common foot soldier, even when our power outranked any of the war-leaders. Az, he kept for himself as his personal shadowsinger —mostly for spying and his dirty work. Rory and I only saw these two on battlefields for the seven years the War raged. They'd send around casualty lists amongst the Illyrians, and we read each one, wondering if we'd see their names on it. But then Rhys was captured—"

"That is a story for another time," Rhys said, sharply enough that Cassian lifted his brows, but nodded. "Once I became High Lord, I appointed these five to my Inner Circle, and told the rest of my father's old court that if they had a problem with my friends, they could leave. They all did. Turns out, having a half-breed High Lord was made worse by his appointment of three females and two Illyrian bastards."

"What—what happened to them, then?" Feyre asked.

Rhys shrugged, those great wings shifting with the movement. "The nobility of the Night Court fall into one of three categories: those who hated me enough that when Amarantha took over, they joined her court and later found themselves dead; those who hated me enough to try to overthrow me and faced the consequences; and those who hated me, but not enough to be stupid and have since tolerated a half-breed's rule, especially when it so rarely interferes with their miserable lives."

"Are they—are they the ones who live beneath the mountain?"

A nod. "In the Hewn City, yes. I gave it to them, for not being fools. They're happy to stay there, rarely leaving, ruling themselves and being as wicked as they please, for all eternity."

"The Court of Nightmares," Mor said, sucking on a tooth.

"And what is this court?" Feyre asked, gesturing to us.

It was Cassian, eyes clear and bright as his Siphon, who said, "The Court of Dreams."

"And you?" Feyre said to Mor and Amren.

Amren merely said, "Rhys offered to make me his Second. No one had ever asked me before, so I said yes, to see what it might be like. I found I enjoyed it."

"I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares," Mor said. She twirled a curl around a finger, as she said simply, "So I got out."

"What's your story, then?" Cassian said to Feyre with a jerk of his chin.

Feyre straightened. "I was born to a wealthy merchant family, with two older sisters and parents who only cared about their money and social standing. My mother died when I was eight; my father lost his fortune three years later. He sold everything to pay off his debts, moved us into a hovel, and didn't bother to find work while he let us slowly starve for years. I was fourteen when the last of the money ran out, along with the food. He wouldn't work—couldn't, because the debtors came and shattered his leg in front of us. So I went into the forest and taught myself to hunt. And I kept us all alive, if not near starvation at times, for five years. Until ... everything happened."

They fell quiet again, Azriel's gaze now considering. He hadn't told his story.

But Cassian said, "You taught yourself to hunt. What about to fight?" Feyre shook her head. Cassian braced his arms on the table. "Lucky for you, you've just found yourself a teacher."

"Good luck," I said to Feyre. "He's got Willa coming home every afternoon in a pissy mood."

"You don't think it sends a bad message if people see me learning to fight—using weapons?" Feyre asked the room.

Silence. Then Mor said with a soft venom, "Let me tell you two things. As someone who has perhaps been in your shoes before." Again, that shared bond of anger, of pain throbbed between them all, save for Amren, who was giving Feyre a look dripping with distaste. "One," Mor said, "you have left the Spring Court. If that does not send a message, for good or bad, then your training will not, either. Two," she continued, laying her palm flat on the table, "I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you'll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation." Her voice gentled, and the tension between them all faded with it. "You do what you love, what you need."

"Never let anyone take away your chances of survival," I said as I stared at Feyre, letting go of Azriel's hand. "Learn how to fight. Learn how to protect yourself and the ones you love. You never know when you may have to fight for your very life. And never, ever, let a fucking male take that away from you."

Feyre stared at me for a long moment, considering, before meeting Cassian's gaze. "I'll think about it."

Mor and I shared a glance but stayed silent.

Feyre said clearly, steadily to Rhys, "I accept your offer—to work with you. To earn my keep. And help with Hybern in whatever way I can."

"Good," Rhys merely replied. Even as the others raised their brows. "Because we start tomorrow."

"Where? And what?" Feyre sputtered.

Rhys interlaced his fingers and rested them on the table, "Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it."

"Bullshit," Cassian spat. "There's no way to do that."

Amren had gone still, and it was she whom Azriel was observing, marking.

Mor groaned, "Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself."

"That's what I want to find out," Rhysand said. "And how the king plans to do it."

Amren, at last, said, "Word will have reached him about Feyre's Making. He knows it's possible for the dead to be remade."

"All seven High Lords would have to agree to that," Mor countered.

"There's not a chance it happens. He'll take another route." Her eyes narrowed to slits as she faced Rhys. "All the slaughtering—the massacres at temples. You think it's tied to this?"

"I know it's tied to this. I didn't want to tell you until I knew for certain. But Azriel confirmed that they'd raided the memorial in Sangravah three days ago. They're looking for something—or found it." Azriel nodded in confirmation, even as I casted a surprised look in his direction. Azriel gave me an apologetic shrug back.

Feyre breathed, "That—that's why the ring and the finger bone vanished after Amarantha died. For this. But who ...They never caught the Attor, did they?"

Rhys said too quietly, "No. No, they didn't." He said to Amren, "How does one take an eye and a finger bone and make it into a man again? And how do we stop it?"

Amren frowned at her untouched wine. "You already know how to find the answer. Go to the Prison. Talk to the Bone Carver."

"Shit," Mor and Cassian both said.

Rhys said calmly, "Perhaps you would be more effective, Amren."

Amren hissed, "I will not set foot in the Prison, Rhysand, and you know it. So go yourself, or send one of these dogs to do it for you."

"I'll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am," Azriel said.

I snapped my head to him. "You aren't going in there alone. I'm coming with you."

"If anyone's going to the Prison," Rhys said before Azriel opened his mouth, "it's me. And Feyre."

"What?" I demanded, palms now flat on the table.

"He won't talk to you or Rhys." Amren said to the others, "or to Azriel. Or to any of us. We've got nothing to offer him. But an immortal with a mortal soul ..." She stared at Feyre's chest as if she could see the heart pounding beneath. "The Bone Carver might be willing indeed to talk to her."

We all stared at Feyre.

"Your choice, Feyre," Rhys said casually.

"How bad can it be?" was her response.

"Bad," I said. None of them bothered to contradict me. 

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back to the ball , tyson jost

note, apprently, the game on the 27th (of sep) was tyson's first game (as well as his first time) being back in the arena, so this was born. and when i explain the goals, they are very loosely explained. i'm horrible at explanations, ironic i know. let's move on. this fic is part of "the jost family" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, tyson jost x reader summary, tyson jost and the jost family return to the arena they once called home. warnings, kids/children word count, 937 words (short but sweet ;))

gif credit to @gabelandeskog

"We're going back to the Ball?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, we're going back to the Ball." You nodded, a smile on your face as you packed up your suitcases. He

"Will Linnea and Naylah and..." He went on to list a couple more kids.

"Linnea and the Helm kids and a few others, but Naylah's dad got traded, bud." You explained, trying to explain it to him as easily as he could.

"Traded?" He was aware of what a trade was because his dad was traded to another team, but he was still only 4.

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Where?"

"Calgary." You sat down in front of him.

"Can we visit?" He asked.

You smiled, "Yeah, we can visit." You kissed his head.

-

Walking back into the arena you once called home was strange. You hadn't been there since March, but everything was still the same. The crack in front of the family area of the glass was still there, the same smell still permitted the arena, the same security guard stood in the parking lot and greeted Noah with the biggest smile and a warm hug, and the same food stand was still there with the same workers who Noah loved.

"Snack?" Noah asked.

"We'll get a snack after we see dad. Sound good?" You asked, and he nodded his head eagerly.

You took a seat at one of the seats in front of the glass, Noah sitting on your lap, but you knew the moment Tyson skated out, he would stand up on your lap.

He kept his eyes on the ice, and when he saw the lights dim, he knew what was about to happen. It was something he had seen dozens and dozens of times.

The Avs skated out onto the ice, and he slapped his little hands on the glass, laughing and bouncing in your lap, "Look, mommy." He pointed to all his uncles.

The first to spot him was his Uncle JT, who skated over and slammed into the glass, his arms open wide in a hug. Noah laughed, stood up in your lap, and opened his arms, giving him a hug back.

JT winked, then skated off. Soon after, all the other boys skated over. Newy, Mikko, EJ, Landy, etc. They all waved, playing little games to entertain him.

When the Wild came out, Noah’s attention was quickly stolen away, in order to search for his father. But Tyson found you first, and playfully barreled right into JT, sending him into the glass, and shaking the entire section in front of you.

“Daddy.” Noah giggled his face widening in a smile, one identical to his father’s. Tyson broke out into the same smile.

He waved, and Noah waved back. Tyson tossed a puck over the glass, and Noah caught it, cradling it to his chest like it was a prized possession, and in his eyes, it was.

-

"Guess who's back? Back again?" Sydney, JT's girlfriend, sang as he rushed up to hug you. Noah ran off to play with the other kids while you were enveloped in hugs left and right.

You took your seat and were surprised that Rory was still asleep. She of course had headphones, but usually, she would wake up when you moved around a lot.

You were settled in your seat, eating some popcorn and enjoying the game.

7 minutes into the game, Boldy passed the puck to Steel, and they passed it back and forth. Steel looked around for someone to pass the puck to.

Tyson moved closer to the net, so Steel passed the puck to Tyson, who shot it into the net, and ended up tripping on someone's stick and ending up on the ground.

You jumped out of your seat, trying not to jostle Rory too much, but failing, as you cheered. You pulled whoever was sitting next to you into a hug.

The guys patted him on the shoulder and back while pushing himself off the ice.

-

Only 10 minutes later, you watched the puck go around the goal as Boldy skated toward it. He passed it to Steel, who, again, passed it to Tyson, who skated around the goalie and shot it into the next.

Noah had gravitated to the spot in between your legs as he watched the ice in front of you all. He started jumping around when he saw his dad score the goal.

"Daddy goal!" He cheered, jumping up and down.

"Yeah, daddy goal." You laughed, kissing his head as Tyson skated down the bench, getting his much-deserved high-fives.

-

After the game, you met him down in front of the locker room. Rory was asleep but Noah was very much awake due to the slushie he had in the second period.

He was running around, making himself busy and tiring himself out. While you waited, Tyson was doing media, "So, Tyson, how does it feel coming back here after all this time? Is this your first time back?"

"It's definitely weird being back here and it is my first time back. I almost walked into the wrong locker room, not gonna lie." He laughed.

"We saw your family up by the glass, is it their first time back here too?"

"Yeah, it is. Our son, when he heard we were coming back here, started jumping around and started packing his little suitcase." Tyson smiled at the memory.

After media, Tyson made his way out with his bags. You looked up and smiled, "How was it?"

"Weird." You admitted, "I miss it here."

"Me too." He smiled sadly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your head.

-

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Betty Weir

Chapter 3

Betty Weir and Erica Jones both got into the cheer team, and hang out at the mall together!

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Benny raises his hand in class.

"Yes, Benny?" The tired teacher sighs.

"Could I go to the bathroom?" he sheepishly asks, ignoring the question written on the board.

She sighs again, "Yes, yeah, just hurry up."

"Thanks." He picks up the flimsy boy hallpass and rushes out the door.

Did he really have to use the restroom? No, not at all. Benny had something much more important in mind.

He arrives at the gym doors, trying not to be spotted by the practicing class inside. The cheerleading team tryout results are posted on the board. His finger slowly moves down the page as he scans the list of names. Nice Erica got in As he gets closer and closer to the bottom of the list, his heart starts to sink.

Please. please please please please.

His finger stops at the final name, Betty Weir. He taps the page triumphantly, a huge smile spreading across her face.

She reads the last little blurb on the page: First Practice Today after school.

She steps away from the paper and fidgets the blue hallpass in her hands as she heads back to class.

Today's a new day.

As the class packs their things, ready for the school bell to ring, Ethan nudges Benny.

"Hey, wanna play Nights of Ninjitu Four at my place?"

"Oh, I'd love to. But…"

"I promise I won't kick your butt too hard this time, come on!" Ethan offers, "You can even ban my main."

"Oof, that does sound really nice, but I already have plans." Benny looks around the room, avoiding Ethan's gaze.

Thankfully, the school bell rings.

"Aww, okay. Well, feel free to stop by later, if you want!" Ethan shouts, adjusting his backpack and heading into the crowd.

"Later, E!" He waves, hoping Ethan will see his hand over the masses of students.

He joins in the crowd to wiggle his way to the bathroom. He doesn't bother being sneaky since no one is ever in here this late.

At least, that's what he thought. As he heads into a stall, he sees Rory fumbling out of another.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm gonna miss the bus!" He hisses as he furiously scrubs his hands in the sink.

"Rory, you can fly."

"Yeah, but I like my bus driver!" He frowns, ripping the papertowel dispenser several times, before rushing into the hall.

Benny shakes his head and laughs to himself over the interaction as he changes.

As Betty enters the gymnasium, she sees small groups of cheerleaders sitting around in the bleachers, mingling while they wait for their first cheer practice to start. Erica is sitting off to the side lines of the groups, and waves down Betty as soon as she sees her.

"Ohmygod, holy shit!" Erica smiles, "I'm so glad you got in!"

"Me too! I can't believe it." Betty genuinely didn't use a single magic trick this time, it was all her. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face. "We'll get to cheer together!"

"Augh, you're too cute." Erica gushes. She stands up and starts stretching her legs.

"Sooo, have you been in any sports before this?"

"Cheerleading's a sport. Ha." Betty catches the looks around her and quiets up, "Ah, I mean, it's totally a sport! But anyway, um, not really. I'm just a home body. What about you?"

Betty starts to join in on Erica's stretch routine, putting her hands on her hips so she can stretch her back.

"Ah, yeah, cheer's my first sport too," Erica says, then she makes a little smirk, "You just seemed a bit like you would've been a soft ball player."

"Huh? How?" Benny shoots up.

"Never mind." she shakes her head and looks over to their new coach.

"Congratulation ladies, every single one of you got in." the coach announces, "Pat yourself on the back."

Betty twists her arms behind her to reach her back, and Erica stops her.

"And now, I want you to all change, and do a lap around the track in the field."

The team groans.

"Told ya we'd need to stretch." Erica smiles to Betty.

"Uhuh. Well, I'm gonna head outside to start on that track, or do you want me to, uh, wait?"

"No, go ahead. I'll be right out."

Erica follows the rest of the girls into the changing room and leads herself far back into the curtains, before speeding out of the gym with vampiric super speed. Betty feels a gust of wind hit her skin as Erica stops right next to her.

"AHH!!" Betty jumps, but relaxes when she turns around to see Erica, "Oh. Hey, Erica. That was quick."

"Thank you."

They both wait for the coach to open the fenced gate to the field before starting into a light jog next to each other.

"So, what do you think about the running?"

"OOuuhgh." groans Betty.

"You know, if track gives you trouble, I know how to cheat it."

"Wait, really?" Betty says between gasps, "That'd be awesome!"

"Alright. But not now."

"Wha-" she pants, "Why?"

"Because Ms. Malanchie is staring right at us." Erica says, jogging slightly faster. "Next time."

"Ahh! Wait up!" Betty quickly follows behind her.

The group of girls slowly gather in a circle at the end after finishing their lap. Some girls continue stretching while others go on their phone.

Erica, remembering something, pipes up, "Oh, hey! Do you have any socials?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Hello? It's the twenty-tens!" she laughs, "MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Insta, Tumblr? Doesn't that ring a bell?"

"Yeah," Betty scratches her neck, "But I don't have anything like that. Um, you know how homeschooling is."

"Yea, I guess you'd only be friends with, like, your Grandma and your neighbors or something, haha."

"Yeah haha, totally only for losers."

Meanwhile, on Benny's desktop computer at home, it displays his Myspace profile and his only friends: Ethan, Rory, and Grandma.

"Wellll, now you have me!" Erica nudges, "And I'd totally give you a shoutout! You'll get tons of friends!"

"Awe, who would even wanna follow me?" Betty twirls her hair.

"Come on! Your a hot cheerleader that's single." Erica raises her brow a bit, hoping for a reaction.

"God, how can you tell I'm single? Am I just that bitchless?"

Erica laughs.

"Well, I think with some luck, you wouldn't be."

The coach blares her whistle.

"Alright, girls! Let's go over the basic routine."

As they get dismissed from practice, the herd of cheerleaders head to the locker room.

"So, Betty…" Erica says as she puts on a black leather jacket, "Would you maybe wanna head to the mall?"

Betty grips her messenger bag tighter. Part of her wonders if this is supposed to be a date, but come on. This is probably just like, a normal girl thing.

"Uhm… I guess so."

"Ooh, great! I've been wanting to go with someone!" Erica cheers.

Betty relaxes. Nothing to worry about. This is totally just a Normal Girl Thing.

"Yeah, for sure."

Erica and Betty arrive at the Whitechapel mall.

"Okay, so, uhm, where do you wanna go first?" Erica asks walking in.

They walk past a couple of stores with displays of mannequins in form-fitting clothes. Betty feels a shiver run down her spine.

"Uhh, anything besides clothing stores."

"Awe, why?" Erica asks.

"I just find it all very," she gulps, "boring?"

"Alright, for sure. Hmm." Erica eyes the black store blasting out shitty emo music, "How about Hot Topic?"

"Uh, I don't think I've ever been there before."

"OMG, it's gonna rock your preppy little world." she says entering, proudly standing in front of a display of anime tshirts, "Okay, well, don't mind these."

She leads Betty towards the back, into the corner where the large display of band tees are.

"OMG they got so many Single Tear Tshirts!!" She squeals digging into a pile of graphic band tees, "Have you heard of them?"

"Uh… nope."

"No way…" Erica couldn't believe it, "I'll have to play you some of their song some time then, for now, help me find some shirts."

Betty helps Erica dig through the piles of folded shirts to find every Single Tear design they could.

"Hmm. Do you think I'd look better in the red, or black?"

She holds each Single Tear tee with just a differently colored background to her chest.

"Hmm… red." Betty answers.

"Ooh, cool. I've always felt like it was my color. And it's by one get one free, so let me know if you find something you like."

Betty and Erica slowly walk around the small store, looking up and down the rows of shelves. Betty finds a small minecraft creeper charm hanging off a necklace.

"Whoa. Wait, look at this." Betty points.

"A minecraft necklace?"

"Hey, it's cute, okay?" Betty looks over at her with pleading puppy eyes. "Pleasseee."

"Ack, okay weirdo. It's free anyways."

Walking over to the till, Betty peeks at the the expensive candy options.

"Just these, please." Erica says to the person working at the counter.

"Alright… 23.14, please." the bored, emo cashier says.

Erica hands over her plastic card, "And yes, I do have a phone number."

Betty looks over at the piles of pins and shoves her hands in it. It felt nice.

"Alright lets go." Erica says, with a Hot Topic bag in her hand. Betty takes her hands out of the pin pile and follows behind her.

They walk past the Gap and Gamestop, the two G's Betty remembers going to all the time with her grandma. She feels like such a dork.

"Could we grab something to eat?"

"Yeah, we can head by the food court." Erica shrugs.

They enter the modest food court, five chain restaurants meet them on each side.

"How about Pizza Hut?" Suggest Betty.

"Nah, I'm good." Erica says, still looking at her options. "I think I'll get taco bell."

"Oh, wait! Taco Bell also sounds good!" Betty mentally slaps herself. Pizza hut? What was she thinking? That was such a Benny thing to say. They wait in the short line together.

"So, what do you want? I'll pay." Erica asks.

"Aww, thanks. You don't have to."

"No, no. Don't worry about it," Erica bumps her, "If I can't get you some clothes I can at least get you something to eat."

Betty looks down at her frumpy shoes to hide her blush. I really should get a nicer pair.

"Hello, welcome to Taco Bell. How can I help you?" The employee asks.

"Yeah, I'll have a beefy burrito and…" Erica trails off and looks at Betty.

"…And a number 1 combo with… a Baha Blast, please." Betty adds.

"Anything else?"

Erica looks over to Betty again, who quickly shakes her head no.

"Nah. We're good."

"8.50."

Erica digs though her bag and pulls out a small black wallet with silver details.

She hands over a crisp 10 dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

They shuffle out of the line for the next customers and wait on the side for their order.

"Cheerleading really worked up your appetite, ay?" Erica grins.

"Ah, I guess so. Was it too much?"

"Nah, not at all," Erica nudges, "Nothing wrong with having an appetite."

"Ah, thanks." Betty responds. She looks down at herself. It feels so odd being in public like this. Even if its behind a wig and preppy clothes, she wasn't sure how she felt about being seen by so many people.

"Food's ready," Erica snaps her out of her thoughts, "I'll get it. Wanna seat?"

"Yeah, thanks." she replies, rubbing her cold arms nervously as she sat down. It feels weird not being in at least a T-shirt.

"Of course! Now eat up, I wanna hit up at least one more store before they close."

As Betty unwraps her first taco Erica snaps a pic with flash.

"Augh jeez what was that for?" Betty says flinching and wiping her eyes.

"Your new Instagram obviously."

"When did I sign up for that?"

"Now" Erica says with a toothy smile. "Pull out your phone."

"Can I just eat?" Betty says, with the uneaten taco in hand.

"Yeah yeah go ahead I got it." Erica says grabbing Betty's phone to go on the Istore.

After a minute or two of downloading Erica pipes up "What do you want your handle to be?"

"Like. Username?" Betty questions.

"Yea." Erica says pushing the register screen towards Betty.

"Hmm how about uh. Betty Cheer?" She shrugs.

"Lame, you sound like a bot." she says punching it in. "Taken."

"Uhhh, Betty Ultimate Cheer?"

Erica quickly taps in the new, even lamer, username. "Not taken, cool."

"Nice." Betty says in between bites.

"Alright well I'll let you customize your profile how u want but," She says giving back Betty's phone and quickly typing on her own phone. "I'm shouting you out rn."

"Mrmr, can I see what it is before you send it?"

"Of courseee." Erica finishes up and holds her phone in front of Betty's face.

A picture of a shocked Betty holding a taco in one hand with the caption:

Check out the newest cheerleader on the Whitechaple cheer team @Betty_Ultimate_Cheer!! #Cheer #Cheerleader #NewBestie #GalPals #MallPic #Friends

"Can I post this?" She pleads to Betty.

"Augh alright sure whatever," She takes a sip from her large soda, cleaning up her area. "Only cuz' you bought me food."

As the girls throw away their trash, they stumble upon a DVD store.

"Hey Betty, wanna look inside?"

"Oh, sure!" she replies, eyeing The Dark Night Rises poster excitedly, "Are there any movies you're excited for?"

"OMG, I don't know if you're a Dusker, but I cannot wait for the fourth movie to come out on DVD!!"

"Wasn't that a total bomb at the box office?" Betty jokes.

"Ugh yeah It was," Erica shakes her head, "But some people just don't have any taste."

Betty scoffs. The two carefully look up and down the rows of DVDs available to rent.

"Ohmygod, haha! Erica, look!" Betty pulls Erica to the side. "But I'm A Cheerleader, just like us!"

Erica quickly grows flustered, she tucks some hair behind her ear.

"…Really?" she smiles.

"Yeah! I mean, we're both cheerleaders, right?" she says, not really getting it.

"Have you not seen But I'm A Cheerleader before?" Erica asks.

"No?" Betty raises an eyebrow, "Should I?"

Erica plucks the DVD out of her hands and brings it straight to the counter.

"I'd like to rent this DVD please."

"How long?"

"Just the weekend would be great."

"Aw, thanks Erica," Betty twist her hair, "I can't wait to watch it."

"That's great! Would you wanna watch it at my place, then?"

Bettys eyes grow wide, shocked.

"Um. Uh, today?"

"I mean, if you want to," Erica smiles at Betty while she hands the clerk her credit card, "But we have all weekend."

"Ah, okay. Awesome."

"Does tomorrow sound better?"

The clerk rolls their eyes at the cheerleaders interactions, and hands Erica her receipt.

"Yes!" Betty sighs with relief, "I mean, I just got out of cheer and I'd like to change and shower first, haha. You get it."

"Of course you do." Erica grabs the DVD from the counter and yawns.

"Oh man, are you getting sleepy? Because I sure am, haha. Wanna head home?"

"Mine, or yours?" she smirks.

"Um, our own houses." she bites on her thumb.

"Alright, alright. I got you, I'll call a cab."

They quickly walk though a JCPenny, past the perfumes, bed displays and poorly made clothes and exit the mall.

Erica leans on the side of the store wall and audible dialing noises are heard.

"Thanks Erica." Betty peeps, twiddling with her thumbs, a bit to anxious to read the miss messages she has on her phone.

Betty is reminded of the minecraft merch she got, "Could I get my necklace?"

"Hi, I'm at the Whitechaple mall," Erica pulls her phone away from her ear, "Yeah here just take the bag."

"Sorry about that, we're just out of JCPenny's. Uh huh, yeah thank you." Erica stuffs her phone away in her jacket "It'll be a few minutes."

Erica catches Betty struggling to clip the small C clasp behind her neck.

"Here I got it." Erica offers.

"Oh, haha thanks." Betty hands over the creeper necklace.

Erica places the charm in front of betty and pulls back the metal chains around her neck, carefully pulling her hair to each side and clipping the clasp behind her.

"There you go." Erica smiles, putting Betty's hair back into place.

"Wow thank you," she beams, "How do I look?"

"Amazing."

A bright yellow taxicab pulls up next to the girls.

"Thank you Erica, for everything… This was really fun."

"It's no problem, softy. Just text me when you get home alright?"

"For sure," Betty says, scooting up to the cab driver. "So my house is at…"

Erica closes the door for her, and waves as the car drives off.

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Betty arrives home and quickly heads to the back door. Grandma should be asleep by this time but she didn't wanna take any chances. She tip toes though the kitchen and into the first story bathroom to change.

Back to plain old Benny.

Before he stuffs the wig in his bag, he takes out his neon green phone.

Missed Calls from: Grandma(4), Ethan(1)

Two New Messages from: Erica_Jonez, Xx_RORY_VMPR_xX

Woah woah woah, wait Rory?

Benny stops in his tracks and tries to read the previews.

Hey Betty! I cannot blive ur- Wanna meet u-

She hessitates to open them, instead clicking on Erica's.

Had a blast w/ you today, hope your not dead lol.

Betty shakily responds "I'm not dead but I feel like im about 2 be."