#i hope you didn’t think i would just forget my man harold

[alltheficsiwant]

Same Old Hawkins, Or Not | Part Six

PART Six | UTAH

Summary: Finally, the reader tells the things she wanted to forget from the very beginning to the two most important people in her life. Now its up to them if they still wanted to stay or do they want to run... from her.

Warning: Graphic violence, dark themes ( Attempted Rape and Abuse). If you are triggered about these topics. Please read with caution or skip the part with !!! and continue on after the second !!!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

Words: 4.9k

Note: We are nearing the end! This chapter is like 90% flashback from reader's experience in Utah. Whatever places and events that I wrote doesn't relate to any real life experience. If it does, this is purely coincidence since the story is fictional. Please reblog and tell me what you think about it through the comics. My ask is currently not available. I don't even know why.

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After you told them those words, Steve and Eddie’s eyes widened and you knew you rendered them speechless. So instead you jumped in telling them what you’ve been trying to forget.

You knew the moment that the phone rang in the middle of the night, you knew it was a call you wouldn’t like. But you answered it anyway and really, you weren’t shocked about your father’s death. You saw it coming.

The moment you and him set foot to Utah, he was a dead man walking. Emotionally and sooner you knew it would manifest physically. It did as you listened to the sympathetic voice of your father’s supervisor in the Utah Labs. 

Though what shocked you was the reason behind. Poisoning? You call bullshit. Your father is a fucking neat freak. Something you picked up on regretfully as the years progressed. He is also a fucking genius chemist. He knows how to fucking mix chemicals even when half asleep. You just knew there was something more. Though, you tried to decide if you would want to dwell on it or not.

You had your suspicions when he insisted on having his “home office” in an apartment building that he never told you where it was. You never asked, you don’t want to deal with it. After all, he doesn’t want to deal with you after what your mother did. You thought that if he kept everything about his work a secret or whatever your father is involved with in his work. He doesn’t want you on it. 

Well, what a twisted way to protect you. Not being present to any life events. Barely even there even when you bought your bike at 16 with the money he always gives you without fail during your birthday.

You knew something did not sit well but you accepted it. You accept the protection your father gave you and for that you are grateful. You loved him, he’s your father after all but you knew he wasn’t a good one to you. 

A few days later, your Uncle Harold flew out alone to help you with the funeral arrangements and everything else. You were hoping Steve would be there. Someone you can find comfort in, but unfortunately, or rather fortunately. He didn’t come. It was for the better.

You just turned 18 that time, making you eligible in handling your finances now that you are in legal age. Your father left a will and left everything of his possession to you. You didn’t think of it until the night before the final day of the funeral. You saw that you also inherited the apartment building where his home office was. You decided not to mention it to anyone. Big mistake though.

The day of the funeral, you were set to move out of Utah to Hawkins three days from the day you buried your father. You wanted to go as soon as possible but your Uncle Harold would have to fly out after the funeral. You had to stay to see to it that your belongings will be shipped to Hawkins the next day then two days later after finishing loose ends. You’ll leave just in time to continue your senior at Hawkins High.

It was a good plan, giving you time to say goodbye to your friends.

So you let the funeral run by and try no to wince every time people looked at you with pity. Yes, your father might have died but there is no reason to pity you. It's still not the end of the world. You also bid goodbye to your Uncle Harold the same day.

Though as soon as he disappeared from your sight, you felt a shiver down your spine. As if your gut sensed something bad is going to happen. You choked it up by burying your father six feet underground. You should have listened.

The next day, you were supposed to meet with the movers but decided to go to the hangout den your friends go to before you met them. You drank with them and played your final D and D game before saying your final goodbyes. You left when they informed you that they are five minutes out.

You thought you could catch up to them, though as you cruised along the road you noticed a black van following you around. You already saw the earlier on thinking it was just coincidence but seeing it again. The familia shiver you felt the day before you came.

You watched horror movies or even thriller action ones. You know what would be the outcome if you try to mislead them but you were hoping you know the streets of Utah more than them. You’re wrong. God, how stupid you were to make decisions back then.

You led them on an unknown tunnel, hoping once you come out, you’ll rev up and speed to the highway then circle back around. You never had the chance to come out of the other side as the last thing you remembered was bright lights on the other side. Then blackness.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were in an unknown room and tied up.

!!!

You panicked a bit as you adjusted looking around the unknown room. You remembered your body is aching. Especially your back as you remembered letting go of your bike and scratching it against the pavement as you fell. You tried to sit up but stumbled back as you realized your hands are tied behind you. 

You groaned at that, before you could do anything else the door opened. You watched as two men entered the room. The two of them are dressed casually and they looked to be the same age as your father. You watched them wearily as they stood there. They were conversing in hushed tones.

“Who are you?” You decided to speak. Your voice cracked a bit. Fuck, how long was you out?

“Ahh, the little girl is awake,” The man with a plaid shirt mused while the other dressed in a tight black shirt turned to you with a smirk. Then he greeted you with your name, making you look at him with wide eyes.

“How do you know me? Who the fuck are you?” you spat at him as you looked around the room. It looked abandoned but judging by the mattress you are currently on and the table with one chair. It was quite lived in. Oddly, you felt like you should know that place but you didn’t.

“Well, it looks like your father never tells you about his officemates huh?” The man in the black shirt said as he moved towards you. He grabbed your arm to make you stand up and you started to fight him. Finally gaining some strength but you are just a tiny human. He was like a solid brick wall and threw you over the chair.

The man in the plaid shirt just leaned on the wall against the door as he watched. Amusement swimming in his eyes.

“It's nice to finally meet you,” The man in the black shirt continued talking as if he didn’t just manhandle you. His eyes darkened as he looked over at your body. “Didn’t know that Nate keeps this pretty thing,”

“Come on now K, we are here to gather information.” The man in the plaid shirt said. Though it was sarcastic, you can tell. You use that tone too many times. The man in the black shirt laughed.

“Yes I know but it's no harm in having fun,” Then he turned back to you. “Now, before we go, have fun. You have to answer a few questions,”

“Before you asked, I don’t fucking know a thing about what my father does,” You told them straight. Now wanting to prolong this experience and also, you know it was hopeless that you would get out of here unscathed. “If you are going to ask anything about it. All I can give you is an apartment number and the address,”

The man in the black shirt raised his brows at you. His eyes told you that he was shocked that you are giving that up so easily. Well, you still didn’t know why your father kept it from you and since you are the owner of the place now. You can do anything to it as it pleases you and if it's going to be that or your life. You choose to give that up.

The man in the plaid shirt laughed. “That’s funny, we do not need to know that. We are already here,”

Your brows furrowed as you looked around. Finally talking about the place in. It was hard given that the lights were dimmed a bit but as you looked around. You noticed that there are marks of furniture being there but now it's not. Marks of cabinets can be seen and when you looked over the table, you noticed cables of where a computer was supposed to be there.

This is the apartment? Well, shit.

“What we need to know—” The man in the black shirt said as he reached out behind him to brandish a knife. Your eyes widened at it as he brought it right in front of your cheeks as he grew closer. He put the blunt end over your cheeks as he stopped inches from your face. “--- is where all the shit in this apartment has gone huh?”

“I-I don’t know,” you told him shakily.

“Tsk, let’s try that again, pretty girl,” the man in the black shirt said as he ran the blunt end of the blade until it landed on the top button of your blouse. You had worn your red long sleeved shirt over your biker jacket. Thank God you are wearing pants and not a skirt at that time or it would be more unbearable. “Tell us where your father kept it?! Tell us!”

“I don’t even know what he kept from you!” you told him and the next thing you knew, searing pain came and you looked down to see he nicked you a few inches below your collarbone. 

“You won’t speak. Well, you are going to open that mouth after this!” The man in the black shirt said and then you felt searing pain on your left cheeks. His hand meeting your cheek, the sound echoed harshly inside the room. 

You felt tears start to fall from your eyes as you cried out. He continues to slap you again this time on the other side before grabbing your chin.

“Talk,”

“I’m talking! I don't know where or what it is! I just learned I already owned the apartment but I never came here!” You pleaded but it's as if he didn’t hear you as he brought the knife again this time easily nicked the first button of your blouse and then another not even carefully as he nicked you again. You hissed at that.

“Tell us now or we won’t stop and do worse bitch!” He delivered another slap and that started your thrashing. You trashed to the point that you tilted the chair and landed on the floor. 

“Please let me go! Let me— ah!” You shouted as the man in the plaid shirt joined the fray. When you were able to sit up, he slammed you back down on the floor. You cried out at the pain. The bruises you obtain from the crash are still fresh.

“If you are not going to be useful. We might as well find something to do with you.” The man in the plaid shirt said. Then they turned you over as they watched you struggle. The man in the black shirt, K, you remembered he was called. Cut the rope on your wrist and you took the opportunity to trash more. Though the man in the plaid shirt anticipated it and this time slammed you back down on the floor. You cried as black spots started to appear in your eyes. Fuck you can’t lose consciousness now.

“You fucking stay down,” the man in the plaid shirt said as you tried to wiggle your wrist from his grip but to no avail he has you pinned down. K, straddle your waist and lean down with his knife back on the buttons of your blouse.

“You think you can just tell us you know nothing? Your father treated you like a fucking treasure that no one should touch just like he did with his work back at the office,” He said as he looked over at you. Your skin crawled as he traced you with his eyes. “Good thing we killed him. We can have his work now and you,”

“No! Please! Stop!” You cried out and the two of them just laughed.

“You are a pretty girl, why don’t you give us a show?” K said as he ignored you please. Your mind is racing as you watch helplessly. You got to get the fuck out of here, you fucking must. He was already halfway through your blouse. The knife he was using was sharp as you felt it knick you a couple of times but you remained to struggle. Despite the sharpness of it and the fear of being slashed. Your will to escape is greater.

“Please stop! Let me go! I don’t know anything at all!” 

The man laughed as he continued to cut through your blouse. He is on the last three buttons that lay across your stomach. 

“Look at you! So pretty!” He exclaimed as he stopped and examined you. He ran his knife on your stomach, the blunt side before he leaned down. You looked at the side as tears fell from your eyes. Your hands are pinned down by the other man as he laughed at the scene. 

“We will surely enjoy this! If you won’t talk maybe we can use your mouth for something else,”

Then you felt him move a bit down and felt his crotch touch your knee. You felt his knife going through the last three buttons. 

“You are ours to—” 

!!!!

You didn’t think anymore as you just gathered the strength you have left and slammed your knee against it. K cried out and he accidentally slashed your stomach. You cried too but then the other man unconsciously loosened his grip and as you trashed because of the pain. You snatched your wrist away from him.

As you sat up, you felt him drag you back on the floor. You're back already filled with bruises slammed on it making you cry out. Your hands frantically moved over the floor until you felt the hilt of the knife.

“You fucking—- argh!” The man shouted as you used the knife to slice his hand. You stood up as you held your stomach to stop its bleeding. You kicked the head of the man that held you down as hard as you could with your boots. You didn’t bother to look around as you opened the door.

Before you could even step outside, you felt a hand grab the back of your blouse. It was already opened revealing the plethora of bruises and cuts and it was soaked through by your blood. You got dragged back a bit and you hit a solid chest.

“Where the fuck do you think— fucking hell!” You slammed the knife on his thigh to make you let go. You didn’t bother to get the knife, you just ran out of there. You are met with a living room and went straight towards the main door. As soon as you opened it you just didn’t think and took a left and ran. Your eyes fixed on the fire exit. You heard a shout behind you but you didn’t stop. 

You were able to slip through the door but then a loud gun shot was heard and you hissed as you looked down to see that you were grazed by your waist. 

“Get back here!” You didn’t bother to turn around. You bolted and willed yourself to run faster. Adrenaline probably is what keeps you up and about. The next thing you know, your feet took you to the basement parking lot. You cursed. You just fucking wished they took your bike or else it was another thing—

There! Thank fuck! You saw your scratched bike. They took it and parked it beside an unmarked van. You hurriedly moved towards it hearing the thundering of feet from the stairs. You wasted no time running over it. Your helmet is gone but you can fucking manage. You are already bleeding and you need to get out of there.

You searched for the taped spare key you placed in the bike. You have the tendency to lose it so you always have a spare key taped on the bike itself in which only your tiny hands could get to. You reached under the seat and looked towards the staircase until you felt it. Wasting no time, you took it between your fingers. You were just about to rev up your bike when K and several men burst out of the staircase. 

You wasted no time and took off. Ducking and wincing as you heard gunshots popped and aimed at you. All of them missed as you swerved expertly while you looked around for exit. When you found it, you didn’t hesitate even when you heard tires screeching behind. You just knew you gotta get out of it.

There was a chase you could remember but no gunshots. You could feel your body getting heavier by the minute as you glanced down and saw that apparently, they grazed you again as you bleed just below your breast. You were bleeding all over your bike.

“Shit shit shit,” You can’t help but curse as you zoomed past a stoplight. You heard severe tires screeching at the distance but you didn’t dare to turn around. You just drove and the next thing you knew. You crashed, again but this time right in front of Utah General. You remembered stumbling on the ground as a group of doctors and nurses probably on break tended to you immediately. 

The last thing you remember was you being placed in a stretcher and doctor’s frantically asking you questions. You tried really but all you can feel was the adrenaline running out of you and your body weakening by the loss of blood. Then you blacked out.

You finished your recollection of that night, your eyes closed tight as you will yourself to stop shaking. You didn’t dare to see their expression but they were quiet. Too quiet so you continue to talk.

“There was no major surgery but I had bruised bones and lost a lot of blood. My back was a bit fucked up but it was my front that took a lot of cuts and the grazes from the gun shots. The doctors told me I was lucky and that I was smart to bring myself to the hospital as soon as possible.” You told them. “Though, I was knocked out for three consecutive days. In and out because I was fatigued.”

“When I woke up, the police were there and informed me that the Utah Labs that my father worked at was seized the next day of my alleged crash. An anonymous person gave them my father’s files and everything he worked on to the Utah PD about the company making date rape drugs and they were working with an underground laboratory that do human experiments.” You continued as you felt the two boys not even reacting or saying anything. “They were able to arrest everyone. They told me if what happened to me three days ago is connected to the case. They would need my statement.”

“So I told them everything in the condition that they won’t say my name or my father for the whole duration of the case. That is why it took me a week to finally go back to Hawkins. I had to make the bruises fade a bit enough for the concealer,” You finished. This time you welcomed the silence and hugged yourself closer if that was even possible.

You didn’t know how long the silence had gone and you refused to look at them. Afraid of their expressions. 

Then someone called your name so gently, that if it's not quite you wouldn’t hear it but you did. You weren’t sure who it was but you didn’t comply instead you shook your head.

“Please look at me,” The voice said and as it neared you knew who it was. Steve. Still you refused to do so. You heard a sigh and then slowly you felt a hand hover over your arms. You flinched, not because the touch is unwelcome. You just knew that if one of them touched you. You would crumble. You are barely holding it together.

“You’re safe here. It's okay, just please look at me,” Steve pleaded and finally had enough of it. You forced your eyes open and as you dared to look at Steve. You see his disheveled look. His hair looked to be run through by his fingers too many times and his eyes were brimming with tears. The first time you saw him shed some tears, not even when Nancy dumped him for Jonathan. Though, you expected pity on them just like the first day but no. It wasn’t pity you knew that for sure. 

It wasn't pity. It was– guilt. Why would he be guilty when you are just thankful that he isn’t—

“I knew something was off the moment I saw you,” he spoke softly as he looked over at you as he let his tears fall. “I thought Uncle Nate did things to you and I was angry. So angry but hearing what happened that night. I just wished I insisted on coming. I could have helped. I-I could have prevented—”

“No,” you quickly interjected as you shook your head. “No, Steve. If you were there, they could have done worse on you too. I-I don’t want that.” You cried as you looked back at him. “I already lost my father. I can’t lose you too,”

Steve shook his head. “But still– I could have protected you against Billy. D-dustin told me what happened the night Billy came into the Byers house. The panic attack. I could have protected you—”

“It was just an unfortunate thing to happen Steve. You shouldn’t burden yourself on that.” You told him that. “I was just relieved that you and Uncle Harold were unharm.”

Steve released a breath before he wiped the tears that fell from his cheeks. “Still, forgive me Squirt?”

“There is nothing to forgive, Jerk,” You told him and this time when he reached out for you. You willingly went in his arms. There you let yourself crumble as you cried out against his chest and Steve held you close. You didn’t know how long you stayed there but soon Steve laid a kiss on the top of your head. 

“I-I just need to take a walk though. Need to just let this flow through my system but whatever you need. You can come to me. You know that right,” Steve looked at you as he wiped your tears. You nodded and you let him go. He then looked over at Eddie, you still haven’t looked at him but you saw Steve gave a knowing look then looked over at you. 

With that he offered a small smile as he sniffled and proceeded to walk out of the living room and out of the house. Silence yet again enveloped the house as you remained in your position. Afraid on talking or even—

“Nothing changed,” Eddie suddenly spoke and that made you look at him. Eddie though, you expected that in some way, he would look at you with pity. That’s what everybody did when they learned what happened to you but it was the same expression he gave you when you decided to tell them everything. It didn’t change. Pure Adoration. “It just made me more taken with you,”

“Eddie,” You started. “I-I might not be the best person to have a relationship now. I-I would have issues with somethings–”

“We have time,” Eddie cut you off as he finally closed the distance between the two of you. He dragged himself to sit in front of you. You didn’t move, afraid to touch him too but Eddie didn’t touch you too. Instead he offered his hands, palms up. “I’m a patient man despite popular belief,” He offered a small smile as you looked down at his hands.

“We’ll go at your pace and I would just follow along sweetheart,” He added. 

“Are you sure? You told me that your life is fucked up—”

“Nope, nope! No comparing how my life or others life is fucked up.” Eddie yet again cut you off. “We all have our own battles. I just decided that I want to help you fight yours. Now what say m’lady?” 

He offered this time one of his hands and bowed. You stared at it but instead of taking his hand to hold. You held it and pulled his arms open as you crashed in it. Hugging him like there is not tomorrow. Eddie hugged you back, his arms just like that night, came around you like steel bands. Safe. You feel fucking safe again.

“Oh my baby, you are so strong and so brave.” Eddie started to mumble against your ear and you didn’t know you needed to hear that. But fuck, Eddie Munson just knows what to say to you. As soon as you heard those words, you crumbled again. This time you quite literally put yourself on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulder while you buried your face on his neck.

Eddie didn’t mind as he pulled you against him tighter if that was possible. He proceeds to tell you sweet things as he lets you cry. Again, you didn’t know how long you were in his arms though slowly you felt the heaviness on your bones.

Tired for the day and Eddie must have felt it as he carefully shifted you until he could carry you like a bride. You easily molded yourself in his arms but didn’t remove your head on his neck. Sleep started to creep on you. You felt Eddie stand and was about to move when you heard the front door open. 

“Oh, she’s asleep?” Steve asked. You felt Eddie shifted you a bit before he answered.

“Getting there, i’ll go tuck her in for the night. If that’s alright?” Eddie asked.

“I-I can take her—” You clutched onto Eddie a bit tighter. No offense to Steve but you were quite comfortable in Eddie’s arms and you didn’t want the feeling of being safe to leave you. Steve must have noticed before he cut himself off before you heard him sigh. “— do you want me to lead you to her room?”

“Please,”

The next thing you know, you were being laid on your bed. You briefly opened your eyes to look at them sleepily.

“I-I should go—”

“That’s right—”

Before Eddie could move, your hands reached out to hold the sleeve of his leather jacket. Eddie abruptly stopped and looked at you while Steve did the same.

“Can you please stay?” You just asked quietly as you looked over at Steve. “I want Eddie to stay,”

You watched as the two men looked at each other. Steve narrowed his eyes while Eddie just looked back at him. They weren’t moving or speaking but despite your sleep-addled brain you can see the both of them talking. Then Steve sighed.

“Okay, but no funny business,” Steve pointed at the two of you. “And no locking of doors,”

This time you can’t help but snort but Steve just sternly looked at you. You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes mom. Can you just leave?” You told him as you tugged Eddie and scooted over your bed. Steve sighed and gave one final look at Eddie.

“I mean it, Munson. No funny business while I’m in the house,” Steve said as he started to walk out. “The walls are thin,” He grumbled to himself.

You cuddle up to Eddie who removed his leather jacket and just laid it on the floor beside the bed. You didn’t see the mischievous look that took place on Eddie’s face after what Steve said. 

“So, if you are not in the house, funny business is on?” Eddie asked and you can’t help but snort at that. The events are still heavy on you but you can’t help but find it funny and comforting to have Steve and Eddie banter.

“Jesus Christ! You are putting images in my head that shouldn’t be there,” Steve said and with that he ran out of there. He slammed the door though but shouted “Do not fucking lock this!” before you heard him stomp back to his room.

Eddie wrapped an arm around you as the both of you settled. You finally started to let sleep take over you but then your eyes abruptly opened as you lifted your head to look at Eddie.

“What is it Sweetheart?” 

You stared at him for a while before talking. “You have to take me to a date first,” 

Eddie smiled at that and pulled you back in his arms. You snuggled against his chest at that, though you didn’t close your eyes yet.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetheart. I intend to take you on the best first date of your life,”

“I’m holding you that Munson,”

To be continued.

[whump-or-whatever]

Whumptober Day 10

Prompts: Poor unfortunate souls - taser | whipping | waterboarding

Fandom: Person of Interest

Context: Dakota Walker is an OC of mine in the POI universe who was rescued from a human trafficking organization by John, and then became part of the crew. They were tortured and conditioned pretty badly during their captivity.

Summary: Dakota sees one of their handlers from the organization whilst out on a walk alone. They take matters into their own hands.

• • •

John had been working on a number with Shaw for the better part of a week. Dakota had been sitting around the library, no need for recon when they already knew everything they needed to. Now it was just a matter of getting the job done, which was best left to the professionals.

It was starting to drive them nuts, just sitting around all day every day. There was no shortage of books to read, but Dakota got tired of sitting, and then of pacing. Finally, they decided they’d had enough.

“Harold, I’m going out for a walk.” They stated.

The man looked up at them, surprised. “What, alone?” he asked.

“Yes,” Dakota responded, pulling on their shoes.

“Do you think that’s wise?” Harold asked, standing up.

Dakota shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

Harold opened and closed his mouth. “I- alright. Just call me if you need anything, alright?”

Dakota smiled. “I’ll be fine, Harold. See you in a bit.”

With that, they exited the library into the street. Shoving their hands in their hoodie pocket, they set off in a random direction. As they walked, their eyes scanned their surroundings. They didn’t find it as nerve-wracking as they had at first, but being outside still had them on high alert. Every small movement sent their attention flicking a different direction, every sound their head tilting, every person their mind over-analyzing everything about them.

Still, they felt better being out of the library. The cool air was relaxing, and they felt their shoulders relax a little more with every step.

They had been walking for nearly 45 minutes when they saw him.

Harley.

They froze dead in their tracks. The man who had been their handler for nearly a year was walking down the sidewalk towards them. He was looking down at his phone as he walked.

Dakota tried to move, every fibre of their being told them to duck away, keep walking normally, run, do anything. But their body did not budge as their eyes tracked the man.

He grew closer, only glancing up to see that there was something in his way and altering his course to avoid it. He passed Dakota, and they prayed that that would be the end of it. Alas, no such luck. They heard his footfalls pause, then move back towards them.

They closed their eyes, hoping that if they didn’t acknowledge it then it wouldn’t be real.

“Dakota…” came the all too familiar voice, and even now they could hear the smirk in his words. “I wondered what happened to you after the organization got broken up.”

Dakota opened their eyes with a long exhale. They saw the predatory glean in his eyes as they roamed across Dakota’s form. “I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.”

They finally got their feet to move, but they hardly made it a step before Harley stopped them with a hand on their upper arm. “Come on, Dakota,” he said smugly. “You and I both know I could never forget you.”

Dakota pursed their lips, trying to suppress their racing heart. “What do you want?”

The man smiled and ran a knuckle down their cheek gently. “I just want to talk. See how you’ve been.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Dakota said coldly.

Harley tutted scoldingly. “Whoever’s got you now has been lax in their training.”

Dakota wrenched their arm out of his grip, falling back a step. “Nobody’s ‘got me’ now. I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Oh, I see how it is. They cut you loose. A dog without a leash. Well, I could always use some help with my own work.”

Dakota shook their head. “I would never.”

Harley laughed. “You think you have a choice? It’s what you’re made for. What you’re trained for. You want to be good, don’t you?”

Dakota’s lips tightened in disgust and anger. Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t, but this man’s idea of good and bad were so backwards it didn’t matter. “I don’t want to be anything for you.”

The man took a step forward and opened his mouth to speak, but not a word left his lips before Dakota pulled the taser John had given them out of their pocket and used it on Harley. He fell to the ground groaning, though he was still moving. Dakota tased him again. “Stay down and stay still. You move and I’ll tase you again.”

The man stilled on the ground. Dakota pulled up the back of his jacket to find his gun, which they pulled out of his back waistband and pointed at him, eyeing the surrounding area for witnesses. They tapped their ear, calling Finch.

“Dakota, are you alright?” Questioned Harold in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, are John and Shaw done with that number yet?”

Harold’s brow furrowed at the odd question. “Yes, they’re heading back here now. Why?”

Dakota sighed. “Can you get them to meet me? I’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“Dakota, if you need help I can get someone right away-” Harold spoke quickly, worry getting the best of him.

“No, Harold, it’s fine. I’ve got the situation under control. I’ll be fine until they get here. Can you just have them meet me? Please.” Dakota sounded almost desperate.

Harold pursed his lips. “Yes, of course, whatever you need.”

• • •

Fin

[ssa-sapphic]

🎼 HARRY STYLES - CANYON MOON (Fine Line)

requested: @sweetprentiss

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Panty Thief - Harry Styles

So this is kind of a trial run for this fic, I’m inclined to make this a series but I’m not sure how the response to it will be. I have lots of ideas for more parts to this but only if it’s what the people want haha. Here is my belated Valentine’s Day gift to all you lovelies I hope you enjoy this heavy daddy kink/dom harry fic I’ve been working on for ages!

p.s. everyone say thank you Nathan for giving me lots of smut inspiration this is literally based on him sorta 

pairing: daddy!harry x oc

warning: sexual content, smut, daddy kink/dom vibes so if you’re not here for that this is not for you

word count: 5k

In which Harry is a new student at Harley’s university and he seems to just keep popping up everywhere. The tension between them is palpable and she can’t get away from him, especially when he happens to knock on her door with a pair of her favorite red lace panties she left in the laundromat dangling from his finger. 

I roll my eyes as the lady in front of me in line takes out yet another handful of coupons from her purse at the checkout counter. The cashier looks almost as annoyed as I am, but still sporting a smile despite the absolute exasperation rampant in her eyes. She takes the handful of coupons and starts scanning them begrudgingly as the woman digs around in her purse for anymore and I hardly even notice my foot tapping as my eyes instinctively roll once again. I just came to get toilet roll, ice cream, and a bottle of prosecco and the universe decides today is the day coupon Karen ends up at the checkout line five minutes before I do.

“I like your hair.” A voice speaks up behind me.

I know they must be talking to me, I don’t believe any other boring college blonde in this line warrants a compliment like that but the bright purple curls I sport tend to elicit quite the reaction from bystanders, especially the uninteresting conservatives of Publix.

“How do you uh, get it that color?”

I finally turn my head over my shoulder to face the voice, a tall guy with tousled brown hair and quite the shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously very pleased with himself finally getting me to turn around but I can’t be bothered to entertain this excited puppy of a man with more than a word.

“Dye.”

I’ve barely even gotten the word out of my mouth before I turn back to face the cashier with an uninterested eyeroll. He scoffs behind me, clearly not giving up that easily.

“Wow,” He chuckles, “At least you’re straightforward.”

I turn back around without thinking to face him once again, “Hair dye, idiot.”

“Oh, well I could have guessed that much.”

I turn away from him again just as coupon lady finally pushes her rattling cart towards the exit doors and the cashier gestures for me to come up to the checkout. I drop my basket on the conveyor belt with a thud and she rings it up quickly, sensing my impatience and clearly wanting to get me the hell out of here as quickly as she can. I pay and grab my bags to head for the door and just before I’m home free the voice is suddenly behind me yet again.

“So, are you really not going to tell me?” He asks, catching up to me outside, “It’s going to keep me up tonight, I’m waiting with bated breath over here.”

“Tell you what exactly?” I huff, finally turning to face him.

“How you get your hair that color, of course.”

I roll my eyes, surely, he’s not keeping this bit up for the sake of hitting on me in the fucking supermarket, “Do you want something from me?”

He chuckles a bit, and I’m glad to see my utter frustration is amusing to him, “I mean,” He starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “Maybe your name would be cool.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, I’m Harry-“

I turn and walk away before he’s barely got the sentence out of his mouth. What was he even in line to buy? He wasn’t carrying any bags.

Mental note: always wear headphones to the grocery store.

 ***

“You’re late.”

I collapse in the seat next to my friend Danielle with a huff. She gives me a certain look that says something like you’ve been late the past three times too, but honestly at this point she should know to expect it.

“I’m always late,” I groan, attempting to lean back in the incredibly uncomfortable library chair, “So, why are we at the library?”

“We have a math test tomorrow, or did you forget about that?” She asks, scolding me over the top of her math book.

“Of course I remembered,” I say sarcastically, “Math is my absolute favorite subject how could I ever forget we had a test?”

She rolls her eyes, turning her book to the right page to start taking notes and I try my best to follow along, “So do you have a legitimate reason for the lateness or just regular Harley excuses?”

“Actually, I do,” I say matter-of-factly, sitting back up straight in my chair, “There was a freak at the grocery store, dude would not leave me alone.”

“What was he doing?” She asks, suddenly interested.

“Just talking? I guess? He like wanted to have a whole conversation waiting to check out.”

“So, a nice guy just struck up some conversation with you at the store and that’s a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I huff, closing the book once again, “I was just there to get groceries I didn’t need the extra human interaction.”

She opens her mouth to reply but she’s cut off as a group of guys walk in the front door of the library talking at full volume. I can feel almost every person in the room turn in the direction of the loud noise at the front and suddenly my eyes land on him. There’s no fucking way.

“Dani,” I whisper, sliding down in my seat so I can go unseen, “Dani that’s the guy, the guy from earlier.”

“What?” She whispers harshly, trying not to stare as the boys get scolded by the librarian at the front, “You mean grocery store guy?”

“Yes!” I huff, electing to sit in my chair backwards so my back is to him.

“No way Harley, it just looks like him-”

“No Dani, it’s him,” I whisper, “Tall one with the curly hair in the black hoodie.”

“That’s him?” She asks, “You had a problem with that talking to you?”

“Shh!” I huff, “God he’s going to hear you, are they still at the front?”

“They um, yeah,” She stutters, her eyes diverting to her book again, “They’re still up there, at a table now.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing the discomfort in her voice and turning around myself.

My eyes immediately lock onto his and I look away quickly, shielding my face from him with my hand and turning back towards Danielle.

“He’s staring right at you.” She says, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yep.”

“Are you gonna go over there?”

“Why would I do that exactly?” I ask, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

“Because a hot boy is staring you down across the fucking library!” She whispers harshly, reaching over to smack me in the arm.

“More like a fucking psychopa-”

“Hey there,” I hear his voice cut in and my whole body cringes in on itself without my volition, “Fancy meeting you here.”

I turn around in my chair, forcing myself to face him while my whole face heats and I’m sure I’m the color of a rather ripe tomato. Something about the way he says hey there in that fucking accent makes my entire body tense up.

“Hey there,” I mimic, “Long time no see.”

I feel Danielle’s eyes on me as the words come out of my mouth, her gaze flickering between the two of us and watching the horrifically awkward exchange play out in front of her.

He laughs, electing to lean on the table, “What are you doing after this?”

“She’s doing absolutely nothing.” Danielle answers for me and I kick her under the table, making her wince.

“Glad to hear it,” He grins, his eyes zeroing in on me once again.

“I’m very busy actually,” I cut in, closing my textbook and throwing it in my bag, “We both are, but um, I’ll see you around.”

Danielle is looking at me with eyes the size of dinner plates as she frantically packs up her stuff, shoving it in her bag to follow suit. I stand up from my chair, slinging my bag over my shoulder and he rounds the table to stand right in front of me, the only thing between me and the front door.

“Can I at least get your name?” He asks, his voice incredibly deep clearly for only me to hear.

“Harley,” I quip, side stepping around him, “See you later uh, Harold is it?”

He gives me a very particular look as I walk away from him, taking steps backward and relishing in the smirk on his face. He knows what I’m doing. I feel Dani’s hand grab my arm and I finally turn around to face the door, walking through it, but even as I’m outside and carrying my feet down the steps I feel his eyes on me, drilling into the back of my head.

“The hell was that?” Danielle asks, “He was so cute and you just, you just blow it like that?”

“Harmless flirting.”

“You call that flirting?”

“Oh Dani,” I sigh, taking out a cigarette and lighting it between my lips, “I call that winning.”

 ***

I’m woken up with a start when I hear the loud roar of music start from Dani’s room. She always blasts music in the morning while getting ready for class. I look over my shoulder to check the time, at least she waited until 10 to start with the noise. My head is pounding ever so slightly, and I realize why when my eyes land on the empty bottle of pink Moscato on my bedside table.

I drag myself out of bed and into the tiny common space between our two rooms, “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Danielle teases, “I noticed the bottle of wine went missing from the fridge.”

“That’s bizarre,” I joke, “Must be a wine thief in the dorms. I’ll get on that mystery right away.”

She shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes as I grab my basket of laundry from my room. I slide on a pair of slippers electing to go put it in the wash, so I hopefully have a single clean pair of jeans for class tonight. I call to Dani letting her know I’ll be right back and as soon as I open the door to the hall I’m staring at him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan.

He stops dead in his tracks, taking a glance over his shoulder to see me standing in my doorway. He’s dressed in only a towel, holding it closed while it hangs low on his hips. His hair is wet, clearly making his way back to his room from the showers and his chest and arms are rippling with muscles under his damp skin.

God those arms could crush me like a grape.

“Morning neighbor,” He grins, clearly getting a kick out of this, “Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

“You’re in this building?”

“You bet, room 7C down the hall.”

“Well, neighbor, for future reference, most people in this building take their clothes to the shower with them.”

“You Americans,” He chuckles, starting to walk away from my doorway, “So prude, have a nice day Harley.”

He disappears down the hall and then behind his door and my mind gets to work on picturing what he looks like without the towel. You can nearly feel the tension between us in the air, it was palpable. I could even feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down and lingering on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear my head as I take a deep breath and start on my way to the laundry room downstairs.

I put a load in the wash, briefly tuning into the dramatic soap playing on the tiny TV hung on the wall. I decide to head back to my now empty room since Danielle left for class and end up wasting most of my day away on a bad Netflix original movie, only pausing half way through to go move my clothes to the dryer.

I order a pizza for dinner before my night class and go back downstairs to grab my laundry out of the dryer. Just as I’m opening the dryer and emptying my clothes back into my basket I get a text that the pizza guy is downstairs waiting for me.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I huff under my breath, quickly shoving all my clothes in my basket and slamming the dryer shut behind me.

I rush back to my dorm, chucking the basket of clean clothes inside before heading to the stairwell and nearly sprinting down them to get to the ground floor. I meet the rather impatient pizza guy downstairs before bringing the food back up to my room. I’ve just barely finished the first slice half way through a Criminal Minds episode when there’s a knock at the door. I groan, dragging myself from the couch and tossing the blanket off.

I open the door, rolling my eyes, “Dani, you have got to start remembering your key when you-” I’m cut off as I come face to face with him rather than Dani, “Oh, um, hi?”

“Hi,” He repeats, now dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a plain black t-shirt, “I believe you dropped something in the laundry room earlier.”

He reveals his arm from behind his back, holding out his hand with my bright red lacy thong dangling from his pointer finger. I can feel my entire face heat to match the shade of my panties, but I won’t let him get the satisfaction. I go to snatch them from his hand, but he stops me, gripping them in his fist instead and using them as leverage to pull me a bit closer to him.

“Probably want to be a bit more careful where you leave your panties lying around, darling,” He smirks, “Unless you want to leave them on my bedroom floor of course.”

It’s the final straw, those few words spoken in his deliciously deep voice absolutely dripping with that amazing accented tone, on top of the way he’s dressed, every muscle visible beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. I don’t know what I’m doing until I’m pulling him to me by my own grip on the lacy underwear between us, my mouth meeting his and his teeth instantly biting my bottom lip between them.

“Yours or mine?” He breathes out, pulling away from me just long enough to get the words out.

“Where’s your roommate?” I ask breathlessly.

“Vacation,” He says, “Till Wednesday.”

“Yours,” I laugh, pressing my lips back to his, “Definitely yours.”

He walks me backwards down the hall to his dorm room, shoving me up against the wall as he unlocks the door, his lips working down my neck. As soon as the door is open he walks me through it, bending down to grab the backs of my thighs and hoisting me into the air. He kicks the door closed with his foot and I laugh against his mouth as he carries me past his bedroom doorway, slamming that behind us as well.

He lays me out on the bed, nearly tossing me right on top of the mattress, my lacy red underwear still gripped in his hand.

“Any chance you got something this cute under there?” He chuckles, holding them up in both hands to really show them off.

“Why don’t you come find out?” I tease.

He rolls his eyes, finally kneeling onto the edge of the bed and crawling over to me. He starts to lean over me, but I shove his shoulder, forcing him to lay against the mattress before swinging my leg over him. I can feel him underneath me immediately and it makes my legs clench together on either side of him.

“Hi,” I breathe, planting my hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

“Hi,” He repeats back to me, that bright smile of his making my stomach flip, “You gonna come down here or...?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laugh finally leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

His lips are ridiculously soft against mine while the feeling of his muscles under his t-shirt are quite the opposite. He reaches up to cup my face with both hands, trying to somehow pull me closer as if we aren’t close enough as it is. I can’t figure out exactly where I want to put my hands; his shoulders, his biceps, god, in that amazing curly hair.

My hips start to move against him without my volition and he groans into my mouth, a deliciously deep reverberation that makes me grind my hips into him even more. He grunts against my lips, finally pulling away and resting his forehead against mine instead, breathing heavily.

“You alright there tiger?” I tease him, threading my fingers through his hair, “Need a breather already?”

“Shut your mouth,” He chuckles, grabbing me around the waist and trying to flip us over so he’s on top.

He greatly underestimates the size of his twin dorm bed when he does so, both of us rolling off the edge and tumbling to the shag carpeted floor beneath us. I expect the mood to be ruined, for him to get up and usher me right out the door because how awkward is this, right? I’m beyond surprised when he starts laughing, both of us splayed flat on our backs and heaves out a sigh as he rolls over to face me again.

“That was pretty smooth of me, eh?” He jokes, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, chuckling too, “No I’m okay, just gonna have a massive bruise on my ass most likely.”

He laughs again, finally pulling himself to his feet and offering me a hand to help me up. I’m not sure what I expect past that, maybe a hug to send me on my way now that the atmosphere has completely changed but that tension is still between us, the same tension that’s been building since the moment he said a single word in the supermarket.

The second I’m back on my feet he shoves me onto the bed and I can’t even begin to hide the shock in my features. He’s back on top of me in seconds, his lips pressed to mine and I’m sure the surprised whimper that leaves my mouth fuels his ego to the gods.

“You alright there tiger?” He mocks, and I resist the urge to reach up and slap him.

“Careful.” I quip, pulling away from him to meet his eyes.

“Careful?” He asks, quirking up his eyebrow at me, “I’m sorry are you telling me what to do sweetheart?”

I gulp, the smooth but stern voice he’s using making my thighs quiver. He seems to notice, his eyes darting down between us and a small chuckle escaping his lips. He looks back up at me, his eyes dark and brooding, before they flicker to my hands at my sides. He grabs my left wrist roughly, holding it above my head against the mattress before doing the same to my right arm as well. I’m nearly squirming underneath him, my entire body steaming to the touch as his eyes bore into mine.

“Something wrong, love?” He asks, the condescending tone to his voice making my whole body shake.

“Course not,” I pant, my breath coming out heavier than I anticipated, “Just fuckin peachy over here.”

He chuckles a bit, his grip on my wrists growing tighter, “You’re not very patient, you know that?”

I’m not sure what it is that’s making me writhe the way I am; perhaps it’s the countless months I’ve gone without sex since my last messy breakup, or maybe it’s the way in which this all panned out with a stranger over some fucking underwear, or fuck, maybe it’s just him and the way that cocky smirk on his face makes my insides twist.

“Patience is a virtue,” I say carefully, making sure to keep my tone even, “I’m more about vices.”

His left hand releases my wrist and I prepare myself for his hand reaching where I need him most, sucking in a breath between my teeth and letting my eyes flutter closed but it never comes. My eyes peel back open to see his hand hovering over my neck instead. He meets my eyes before his fingers finally grace the skin of my throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure almost as if to test the waters.

I’m nearly dizzy as he does so, the temperature in this room suddenly a million degrees. He removes his hand again, the pressure around my throat leaving me and I whimper in distaste, making him chuckle again.

“Poor thing,” He chastises, my legs clenching together on either side of him, “I can’t do it all though, if only there was a way I could hold down both your wrists and choke that pretty neck.”

I watch his hand dig into the pocket of his joggers and once again pull out the thin red lacy fabric of my panties, holding them between us.

“Mind if I use these?” He asks, clearly knowing the answer but wanting to get a reaction out of me anyways.

“Yes, god,” I gulp, “Please.”

He grabs my hands, moving them completely above my head before wrapping the panties around them a few times, tying them together. He tugs on them a bit to make sure they’re pretty secure before looking back down at me, his eyes completely blown out in lust, his pupil swallowing his surrounding iris.

His lips are back on mine in seconds, his now free hands roaming my body before one hand rests on my neck, gripping the sides and applying a bit more pressure than the last time. I whimper into this mouth and curse myself for doing so as soon as my eyes flutter open to see that cocky smirk on his face once again.

“Eager, sweetheart?” He teases, and my hand reaches up to smack him before I remember I’m bound in a pair of my own underwear, “Ah, ah, be a good girl and stay still.”

Hearing the words good girl come out of his mouth makes my entire body squirm and he grins again, that lopsided condescending grin and I know he’s getting off on this, making me writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss my stomach, hiking my shirt up as he goes before working his way down and tugging my pants down my legs. I hold my breath in anticipation but when I look down the bed to meet his eyes he simply kisses the inside of my thighs, ghosting his mouth over the thin fabric of my panties.

“Fucking please,” I beg, my breath coming out in heaves, “Is this some kind of joke to you?”

“Please what, princess?” He asks, my legs threatening to squeeze his head between them, “Tell me what you want, hm?”

“You cocky bastard,” I huff, my mind getting fuzzier by the second the closer he gets to my center, “You know what I want.”

He stops abruptly, sitting back up from his small assault on my inner thighs, “What did you say, love? Care to repeat that? Couldn’t quite here you down here.”

There’s an edge to his voice, like glass, it cuts right through me and makes my thighs quiver, “N-no,” I stutter, “Didn’t say anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” He grins, leaning back down between my legs, “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I suck in a breath sharply, but I won’t let him know how his words affect me, “Oh daddy,” I mock, rolling my eyes, “Need you so bad.”

He grabs me by the ankles, flipping me onto my stomach and sends an echoing smack to my ass, the stinging sensation that radiates afterwards making my toes curl. He flips me back onto my back, his dangerously dark eyes meeting mine as he spreads my legs apart once again, holding my thighs down against the mattress.

“Want to try that again, princess?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, the edge to his voice making the whispered swear fall from my mouth involuntarily, “Um, yes.”

“Yes what?” He growls, leaning down to hold my jaw in his hand, his eyes drilling into mine waiting for a response.

“Yes daddy.”

“Now you’re getting it, good girl,” He grins, his hand that was gripping my jaw moving to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, “Now open up,” I oblige, slowly opening my mouth and he pushes his middle and ring finger past my lips. It catches me a bit off guard, but he only nods his head, “Get them nice and wet for me love, don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulls them from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to my lips. He chuckles a bit, clearly getting a kick out of how worked up I am for him before finally pushing my panties to the side and pressing his fingers into me. I instantly turn my head to the side, muffling the moan that escapes my mouth into my pillow. As soon as he realizes what I’m doing he grabs me by the hair, holding my head straight.

“None of that,” He says sternly, “Wanna hear your pretty sounds, babygirl.”

I’m dangerously close to the edge just from the words pouring from his mouth in that accented tone that makes my entire body shiver. That condescending smirk finds its way back to his lips and I know that he can tell I’m close, just teetering on the edge already.

“Needy little thing, are we?” He teases, “Already gonna cum and daddy’s barely touched you yet.”

His words are almost just enough to push me over the edge, but I hold off as much as I can, straining away from his touch as much as I can with my hands bound above my head and his weight on top of me. I feel the particular twist in my stomach, that burning sensation in the very pit of my abdomen just as my eyes squeeze shut and my vision goes white. His fingers work me through it, his mouth finally hovering over where I need him most, sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth and making me shake.

I feel his fingers withdraw from me and suddenly he’s pushing them past my lips once again, but this time I taste myself on them, swirling my tongue around each one to suck them clean. I meet his eyes as he pulls them from my mouth and my hips involuntarily buck up to meet the bulge prominent in his pants.

“Still needy, are we?” He chuckles.

“Please shut up and take your pants off already.” I beg, my hips bucking up to meet him again.

“You see I would but,” He starts, sitting back on his heels, “It seems I don’t have a condom, would you happen to have one?”

“Would I, no, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I stutter breathlessly, my blood starting to boil in disbelief, “What kind of guy doesn’t keep a pack of rubbers around you idiot?”

“Careful,” He warns, his voice dropping into that deep calculated tone that makes me shiver, “And perhaps a guy that just moved in this week and hasn’t necessarily had buying rubbers on the mind,” He says, “That is until he met a spunky purple haired girl in the supermarket.”

His words make my stomach do a few somersaults, but I don’t let it extinguish the pissed off fire burning in my stomach knowing that I won’t be getting the relief I desperately need right now.

“You’re serious?” I ask, “You don’t have any?”

“Serious, darling,” He chuckles, “But instead of moping about it, you’re going to take what I give you and say thank you daddy when I’m done, understand?”

I nod my head vigorously, despite wanting to do the exact opposite. What kind of hold does that goddamn accent have on me?

“Good,” He smiles, clearly pleased with my response, “And maybe if you’re a good girl next time daddy will remember to hit the store.”

“Next time?” I ask, not filtering the shock from my voice.

He laughs a bit, reaching up to finally untie my hands, “Yes, next time, did you want this to just be a one-time thing, princess?”

I can’t form the words I want to say as I sit up a bit, rubbing my wrists only slightly from the rough fabric of the lace wrapped around them, “I um, I don’t-”

“That’s what I thought,” He smirks, standing from the bed and holding out a hand to me, “Now come on, didn’t you get pizza?”

I smile, taking his hand and starting to stand to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly and I’m thankful for the stability of his arm to lean on.

“Do you have anything to uh,” I start, cringing when I feel the wetness in between my thighs, “Clean up with?”

“Nope,” He says cheerfully, “You keep that pretty mess I made between those thighs, babygirl.”

My knees nearly buckle, and I’m cursing him for his lack of condoms and the ache between my legs as I pull my pants back on, following him to the door to the hall. He stops abruptly just inside the doorway, turning back to meet my eyes.

“What’s my name?” He asks cheekily.

“Harry,” I say confidently, “Why? Are you worried I forgot already?”

He grabs my ass in his hand tightly, squeezing the skin, his voice calculated, “I said, what’s my name?”

I gulp, leaning into his grip on me a bit more as my knees wobble, “Daddy.”

He releases his grip on my ass, giving it a quick smack, “’Atta girl, let’s get some pizza in you so you’re ready for round two,” He grins, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side as we walk down the hall to my room instead, “Maybe after we can hit the store, I seemed to have forgotten to pick something up last time I went.”

[bush-viper-cutie]

I’ll be your Valentine

Pairing: young!severus X reader

Word Count: 7,350

Rating: T for teen

Plot: Severus is humiliated once more by his friends in an attempt to fit in. It was a miscalculation on his part, but he couldn’t have predicted how disastrous his mistake would be. It had taken you days, weeks, months to build up the courage to confess your feelings to your crush, but what did you expect to have happen when doing it on Valentine’s day?

Warnings: Bullying, kissing, slight angst

A/N: Happy valentine’s day everyone! I hope everyone is having a good day :D Wrote this just for today and took some inspo from @violet-knox​’s the Lion, the Snake, and the Locket series, (SPOILER: more specifically the locket! :D )

Posted: 2/14/21

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Severus was bent over his journal, quill scribbling across the pages at rapid speeds, feather dancing through the air as Professor Flitwick went on and on about the creation of information charms. Words like ‘impossible’ and ‘far too advanced’ only made him roll his eyes. If wizards like the Great Ciera Vela and Sir Wicksley Brightington could create inventions such as the early telling clocks or talking chips at mere fourteen years of age, then who gave Flitwick the right to deem it impossible for a seventh year to create one?

Severus jerked his head up at the sudden bang of the classroom door as it flung open, almost giving himself a horrible headache at the sudden motion.

Flitwick jumped on his stool and turned wrathfully. “Who is interrupting my lecture!” A little man, half the size of Flitwick himself, came storming inside just as annoyed with himself as Flitwick was of him, and held up a bouquet of flowers. “Ah… alright, alright, get on with it.”

The dwarf, dressed in a bright red robe with fake angel wings and a halo too small for his head, approached a Hufflepuff boy on the opposite end of the class. He pulled up his robe, which revealed his real clothes underneath – grass-stained trousers and steel-toed shoes – and took out a folded note from his pocket. “Oh Huegert,” he began in a raspy voice, reading out the poem as unenthusiastically as possible.

Severus groaned and sat back in his seat. His eyes narrowed in dislike at the Hufflepuff who didn’t seem to care that his admirer had interrupted class. As annoying as it was to hear Flitwick squeak away on a tangent about the creation of the type of charm they were learning about, he much preferred it than this.

The dwarf cleared his throat as thunderously as a rockslide down a mountain and bowed, ready to head out after completing his job.

“Psst,” a voice whispered from the back. “Snivellus!”

Severus ignored them, and turned to his fellow Slytherins instead. They all looked as annoyed as he felt and smirked when he caught their eye. The Slytherins had their own way of showing their “admiration” and it didn’t include embarrassing poems or gawky flowers.

“Snivellus!” The voices behind him snickered. “Where’s your flowers?”

“Doesn’t anyone like you?”

Flitwick went on with the lecture and Severus went back to writing feverishly until class was over. He packed his things and followed his friends out the door, keeping at their heels. He pulled out his scarf and wrapped it around once, twice, as the chill from the open arched windows blew through.

“Let’s head down to Hogsmeade. I heard the Three Broomsticks is serving red butterbeer today, bet it’ll taste different.”

“It never does. Not the green ones, or the purple ones – ”

Severus slung his pack over his shoulder and followed his friends down the corridors, out the castle doors, and down the frozen lawn. They talked about food, their significant others, and the gifts they’d given and received. Some had gotten golden cufflinks, diamond pressed watches with metal so smooth it could reflect a candle’s light from a mile away, while others had received nice ties or new shoes. They’d given expensive bracelets with dancing charms, glittering jeweled necklaces, and remarkable earrings that reformed with every wear so as to never be the same twice.

“So how’s it possible to make those woodchips talk to each other from anywhere in the world?” the tallest of them asked.

Severus pulled his eyes up from his scrappy shoes and looked at the Slytherin. He was referring to the talking chips. “They’re cut from the same wood, precisely from the opposite sides of the tree and bound with a complicated spell.”

The Slytherins around him nearly jumped, forgetting Severus was among them.

The tallest one, Zander Ervingwell, whose father owned the Daily Prophet, rubbed his chin and smiled. “That so? Then, could we chop any of these tree,” he motioned at the forest as they walked down the trail to Hogsmeade, “and make one of them?”

The others turned to Severus and he reveled in their attention. He kept his face straight and shook his head. “We could. If we could get the charm from Flitwick.”

Zander nodded thoughtfully. The rest reformed around him and they kept walking down the trail until they reached the popular little inn. They pulled the door open and were met by warmth, the smell of roast turkey, and wary eyes from the students of other houses.

Severus took his seat at the table they crowded around and refrained from ordering the red butterbeer they were all looking forward to. He pulled the strap of his bag over his head and shoved his patched up bag under the table.

“See? Tastes different.”

“I’d cut my tongue off and have Pomfrey regrow it if I were you – ”

Harold Binny and Regis Dunmarten always tended to natter about anything they could disagree on that held little to no importance. They never discussed anything with each other that could ever lead to an agreement, and Severus knew they took after their fathers, who were avid Wizengamot councilmen.

Zander looked to the others, Marcos Jugson – one of the many brothers – who was looking at a group of Ravenclaw girls, and Mumford Wilkes who stared impassively at the dark oak table. Zander turned to Severus. “You think you could make one, Severus?”

Severus stammered. “We wouldn’t be allowed to chop down any tree – And I’d need the charm…”

“If you’re so smart,” Mumford’s eyes pierced through Severus’ defenses and made him want to dissolve into the air. “Why don’t you make one. You’re always saying you can make spells but when we ask to see them they’re never ready.”

Severus wanted to disappear from the very seat he sat in. In this moment he much preferred his usual spot, behind them all, hidden from view of their scrutinizing eyes; but now every one of them looked his way, expectantly. “I can make one,” he said, as evenly as he could muster. They were all rich purebloods who could smell unease and weakness from a hundred yards away. “Easily.”

“You could get in trouble, expelled even, with the way information charms work. Sure you’re not scared?” Marcos folded his arms, eyeing him down.

Severus hated him. Almost as much as he hated Lupin and Pettigrew, but not nearly as much as Black and Potter. After all, Marcos had saved him on more than one occasion with his mere presence. And unfortunately, Severus knew what his words hid. It had been just yesterday Marcos had walked in on him pinned to the ground by a group of sixth years, three standing around with their wands drawn on him while their two ‘braver’ friends tried singeing his eyebrows off. As soon as Marcos had hexed them off, the minute their grubby hands had released his robes, Severus had crawled away behind Marcos.

It was a stupid moment of weakness fueled by fear driven by the sight of the flames bursting out of wands so close to his eyes. A mistake he’d let himself make. Severus clenched his jaw and looked him steadily in the eyes. “Of course not,” he gritted out.

Distant laughter caught Marcos’ attention for a split second, and when he turned back his lips quirked up in a smile. “Why don’t you give us a taste of your bravery then? An assurance you’ll do it.” He jerked his head back, motioning at the table of Ravenclaw girls. “It’s Valentine’s day, so why don’t you ask one of them to be yours? Its only just midday. I’m sure one of them’s not yet taken.”

Severus kept his face even and hands clenched tight under the table, unwilling to let them see how badly they trembled. He risked a glance at Zander, who looked at him with folded arms and an equally level expression. Harold and Regis exchanged similar looks, eyebrows raised, and Mumford smirked. There was always a risk when hanging around certain groups of friends, and this one constantly pushed him to the brink of humiliation.

He stood and made his way around their table to face the crowded space of the bar. Everyone was distracted, talking to other patrons or spilling drink down their faces. There was a stool knocked to the ground between him and the girls who only knew he existed from either rumor or witnessing one of his countless humiliations at the hands of Potter or Black. They’d either know him as Snivellus, or as the Slytherin who knows as many curses and hexes as there were words in a dictionary – although it never seemed to matter how many curses he claimed to know, he was never someone anyone feared.

He took a step, and then another, and kept going until he stood beside their table. He cleared his throat but it was as if he was invisible. He cleared it again and the closest one to him, the louder of the bunch, glared up at him.

Great, he had their attention… Now what? He cleared his throat again, made awkward by their obvious attention to him. “Would… Would you want – ”

“Which one.”

Severus blinked at them. “What? Oh, err… Anyone?” The look on their faces made his own go red.

“Oh? Any of us? Doesn’t matter who?” The closest one to him said, looking back at her friends with raised eyebrows and a smirk, causing a chorus of laughs. “So what is it?”

Severus wanted to turn around and bolt out the door. This had been a mistake. A miscalculation. His friends had lured him into a trap and he jumped right on it. He couldn’t run though; they were still watching most likely. This was about him proving he wasn’t scared.

He swallowed what little of his pride he had left and opened his mouth. “Would anyone want… to be…” All he had to do was say it, no matter how humiliating, how embarrassing this was. “My valentine.”

Done. He did it, now he could turn around and go back to Zander, head held high. He didn’t really care what any of them thought. He already knew their answer before he even got out of his chair. He turned around as they laughed in his face, ready to face his friends and get back to business.

“Wait! Severus!” one of them called him back.

He stopped. Turned. And stared at the Ravenclaw who had stood up. She waved him back with a shy look on her face and his heart leapt into his mouth. He swallowed it down and walked back, feeling his blood rush into his cheeks.

“Severus,” she said, shyly twirling her finger around the mouth of her cup. “I haven’t given you an answer.”

“You’re answer?” He couldn’t help the tremble in his hands now. He started pulling on the loose stitching on his sweater.

She smiled up at him… And in the blink of an eye she snatched up her cup and threw its contents in his face. “Of course not, Snivellus!”

Severus gasped as the cold liquid splashed his face, drenching his sweater. He spit out cherry colored butterbeer and wiped his face with his wet sweater sleeve. He turned away from the laughter, but it circled him. He blinked through red-tinted droplets and scanned the faces of the crowd. It’d be easier to look for someone who wasn’t laughing because every face his gaze landed on was one that made his chest constrict.

He turned to his table, to his friends. They were all doubled over with pure glee, laughing as dignified as they could all while he dripped on the floor, the mock of the inn. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, unwilling to let any more of this scene get stored in his brain. He stumbled through chairs and stools and pushed his friends aside to get his bag. He pulled it free and threw it over his shoulder. He stumbled some more as the laughter continued and threw his body against the door, throwing it open.

He ran out the door, out of the warmth of the inn and into the cold. The streets were nearly empty as wizards settled into homes or restaurants for lunch. He ran as fast as he could back to the castle, not caring about the sting of the wind as it scraped along his skin. His eyes burned and he felt tears begin to form as the realization of what had just happened began to bubble in the pit of his stomach.

He almost slipped on the bridge and as he reached its crest hands gripped his arms, stopping him on the spot. He blinked tears away and cleared his vision, looking up from the ground, ready to fight whoever had stopped him. He didn’t have to tilt his head up very far, easily staring into the eyes of another student, though he couldn’t immediately tell what house they belonged to.

“You almost bumped into me,” she said, releasing her hold on him.

“You should have cleared my path,” he spat.

She shrunk back and gripped the edge of her cloak. “Well I’ve been looking for you…”

Severus stared at her. He couldn’t possibly fathom why. He’d never seen her before, never talked to her before, and couldn’t imagine what she’d want from him. “I’m here aren’t I?”

She swallowed and nodded. “I… I have something for you…”

“Then hurry up,” he growled. It was cold and the butterbeer was starting to freeze.

He watched her open her cloak and noticed she wore a light red dress, almost pink. He wanted to hex it and turn it black from how sick of everything Valentine he was. The cloak pulled back further and she pulled out a single pink carnation with a green ribbon tying a note to its stem.

Her cheeks blushed as she held out the flower for him to take and he couldn’t help but stand there motionless, waiting for his brain to think something, say something, act and do anything other than gawk at her.

“Will you be my valentine, Severus?” she said, as if the flower hadn’t signaled just that.

He noticed his hand moving to take the flower while he remained stupefied, petrified, and perplexed. His heart, shattered and broken as it was, beat with immense longing as he pulled the flower to his chest.

“I… who are you?” He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t asking more important questions like ‘why me’, ‘is this another prank’, or ‘are you real’. He could feel the air changing around him as hope seeped into his soul, giving him a breath of new air that seemed to revitalized and mend the most broken parts of himself.

She smiled and stepped closer, making his breath catch in his throat. He could feel a warmth radiating off her, reaching out to him, banging on his walls, begging him to let her in. Her eyes looked up at his and he felt his legs go weak. He wanted to run, to apparate away and corral his thoughts, but he also wanted to stay and stare back into the depths of hers. It was different the way her eyes looked at him. He couldn’t see any hatred or disdain like so many others had in theirs when their gaze ever landed on him.

“(Y/n),” she said. “I’ve seen you around school and… Well I’m ashamed to say I’ve sort of been hiding from you.” She blushed and looked down at her feet. “Severus,” she whispered. “I’ve had a crush on you for quite a while.” She looked up at him then and gave him another one of her gentle smiles.

He accepted her words without another thought and regarded her truthfully, willing to open his heart to her. Her smile melted him, her eyes dazzled him, and, he realized finally with one long look, she was very cute.

“So, will you?” she asked again, taking another step closer.

He gripped the flower tighter and it finally hit him. She liked him. She really liked him. Someone had a crush on him and – Merlin, she was cute. Could he really be so lucky?

He opened his mouth when he realized something. She had broken his barriers and shields and so he hadn’t had the mind to analyze his surroundings. Laughter. He heard laughter coming closer. He turned and cursed the world for allowing anyone else but her and him to remain. It was the group of Ravenclaws making their way to the bridge.

“I – ” He couldn’t get any other word in before the group had reached the very spot on the bridge they stood in.

The girl closest to them spotted the pink carnation instantly, pointed, and laughed. They elbowed each other, making sure everyone had noticed him and the flower, and stopped next to them.

“Snivellus! Why didn’t you get us any flowers!” one of them guffawed.

The closest one stepped closer and crossed her arms. “(Y/n), don’t let him fool you into thinking you’re special. He just came from asking for any one of us to be his valentine. He didn’t even care which one.”

(Y/n) eye’s filled with tears and she looked up at him, expecting him to deny everything. Severus realized he’d never felt true heartbreak until now. He knew now that the shattering he’d always felt was nothing compared to the pain now, like stakes were being hammered into his still pumping heart one by one, emptying him completely.

He could lie to her. He could deny it all. But that warmth he’d felt radiating off of her… that’s what he’d imagined safety to feel like. If he could only step closer and feel it once more. If he lied, he’d be bringing thorns and barbs into something so precious and delicate.

He took a step closer to her and lowered his head, ready to feel her pull away that warmth she offered him. “I can explain it. Please listen – ”

She jerked back from him and the cold of winter swooped in to fill the air where the heat had disappeared.

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The air was cold and dry, sapping the warmth from your hands that had, moment ago, been as hot as coals from the pure adrenaline that had coursed through your veins. The amount of courage it had taken to finally admit your feelings to Severus had taken you days to carefully collect. You had spent hours pushing away your fears, and now something much worse than rejection was taking place.

Your truest crush had asked out another girl, or many other girls, and your foolishness had landed you at the bottom of his list. Was what they were saying true? You didn’t want to believe it but… he didn’t deny it, no matter how much you begged him to with your eyes.

You closed them shut and sniffed. When you opened them again you marched right through the group of Ravenclaws, right passed Severus, and headed down the road to Hogsmeade. What a fool you were, charming your old dress into one you hoped would turn you into Severus’ dream. All those breaks spent following him around, hiding behind pillars and admiring him from afar, watching how he always pushed his long black hair behind his ear when he got ready to read… Or the way he bit his lip when he paused to think before jotting things down in his journal. You’d even swooned at the way he walked, like a sulking cat trotting from one shadow to the next hoping to remain unseen. You had seen him. You had seen him and loved what you saw.

When you reached the low lamp post right before town you turned and wished you hadn’t. Severus was watching you, with his dark glimmering eyes that very rarely ever looked up from the ground. He never gave anyone his attention, but he was giving it to you now. His large nose was almost pink and nearly-invisible lines trailed down his cheek. He stood there, tall as he was despite always slumping his shoulders, holding your flower to his chest.

You sighed heavily and turned, starting back on your way down Hogsmeade’s cobbled road.

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There she went with his heart in her pocket. Was it possible? Could someone so suddenly appear in his life, shake his world upside down, and then walk away like she hadn’t just changed him forever? Love; now whenever that word would be spoken, he’d only think of her. Kindness; only her face would remind him of the definition. Safety, hope, happiness, dreams; her eyes, her smile, the softness of her curves, the allure of her scent, the wonder of what her hugs could have felt like, and that warmth that had melted away his armor. All his life… he’d never felt that warmth. Not from his mother, not from his friends, and not even from –

He winced as the numbness gave way to a heavy emptiness that hollowed him out. He began walking back to Hogwarts as if nothing had ever happened, except he’d acquired a single pink carnation. With every step he heard voices, familiar and sharp, that stabbed him with words he’d heard a million times before. He knew he was hated, despised, and unworthy of good things. He had just hoped, fueled by the encouraging gentleness of her eyes and welcoming smile, that he could finally be wanted.

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Severus stepped into the common room and pulled on the strap of his bag, hearing several patches groan with protest as the seams threatened to come undone. He headed to the boy’s dormitory and slouched on the wall, unsure if he could make it another step without collapsing. He felt crushed, pulverized, like his life energy had been spent and he was finally coming to an end.

A door opened in the distance and he straightened, staring at the stone floor as his housemate walked by, ignoring him like a ghost in the corridors. He let out a sigh and dragged his feet forward until he reached his room. It was empty, save for a spoiled grey cat which slept on a bed.

He dumped all his things on his bed. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep until he could no longer remember how beautiful her name had sounded coming from her lips. He held out the carnation and rolled its stem between his fingers. “(Y/n).”

He set the flower down on top of his things and pulled his sweater over his head. He threw it into his trunk and toed off his shoes, settling into the bed. If he slept he’d be forced to replay the events of today in some horrible nightmare. He pushed things aside – keeping the flower close – and took out his charms journal.

He could work on the information charm and show Zander and the others how capable he was. Maybe then they wouldn’t try to humiliate him. They’d finally accept him. He pulled out his journal and reviewed his notes. All an information charm really was is an incredibly invasive bonding spell. A spell that tied two things together and forced an object to display information about the other. The telling clocks told its owners where certain people where, and the talking chips merely displayed what their partner chips spelled. As long as he kept it small, it would be easy.

For the next few hours he worked on his spell, thinking about nothing more than the charm itself. He sat on his bed, legs crossed, bent over his journal and books as he crossed things out and rewrote spell after spell. It wasn’t working. Everything he tried was too complicated. He could barely get information out of and of the objects he tried. His quills were too old to withstand the bonding spells, his journals gave too much information. He sat back into his pillows and sighed.

He needed something with more purity, something which he knew he didn’t own. He looked around the room, searching for some sort of unused object, some material that could withstand the spell to even initiate the charm… His eyes landed on the carnation he’d moved to his night stand.

Would he have been enjoying a romantic date right about now? Would she have tried to hold his hand? He would have been too nervous to do it himself but… He held up his hand and looked at it. What did it feel like to hold her hand? It would have been smaller than his, warm, and soft. He would have held on forever and never let go. What was she like? Would they have been perfect for each other? He thought of her smile and of her lips, supple and eager as she spoke…

He sat up fast as flashes of kissing her filled his head. No, he couldn’t endure this torture. He scrambled for new material and growled when nothing he owned fit what he looked for. He got out of bed and looked around, eyes glancing everywhere but the flower. He got on his knees and searched under beds until he found something gleaming and silver flashing back at him.

He rolled up his sleeve and stretched his arm under his dormmate’s bed as far as it would go. His hands found the cold metal and closed around it, pulling it back to him. It was a small necklace with silver metal beads that encased delicate diamonds. He remembered how it got there, thrown aside for not being flashy enough, or expensive enough for his crush.

He held it in his hands and sat back on his heels. It had a round charm, flat as if calling out to him. The surface would be a perfect spot to display something small… a single word… a name perhaps. He ran his tongue over his teeth and felt he was on the verge of something great. All it would take was a single spark of an idea and he could create something grand and – as Flitwick seemed to think – impossible for any Hogwarts student to pull off.

He groaned as he stood and made his way back to his own bed. He set the necklace on his knee, and on his other began to write. It took precious more hours of writing, scratching out, and re-writing until the spell was as condensed as possible; long spells never worked well, the shorter the phrase the better.

Now that he had the bonding spell perfected… what could he use? He stared at the necklace and knew the answer. He sighed and took the necklace in his hand again and began the spell. It was quick to read, and as he moved his wand over the silver metal the air began to shimmer. His lips moved carefully as he focused his intent and finally, at the last word he pointed his wand at himself.

He felt a slight breeze brush his skin and shivered. It was done. He and the necklace were bonded with him as the information giver and it, or more precisely the flat round charm, as the information receiver. He thumbed over the metal and squinted… but no word showed up. The spell was to force the metal to engrave the name of his crush… but her name did not display.

Maybe he got it wrong. He looked through his notes, flipping only the last two pages where he had condensed the spell, and frowned. It is as it should be, unless his logic was somehow flawed… but no, it rarely was. If there was one thing he could count on, anything or anyone in the whole world, it would be himself and his ability to reason correctly.

He stared at the charm again. It could be… He furrowed his brows and pinched his nose… It could be that he didn’t have a crush on her? Not a true one… not like he’d know what that really felt like. But he did like her, very much. He opened his eyes and fell back into his pillows, defeated. What was this even for? Would he really show this to Zander? Was he so foolish to believe Zander would look at her name engraved into this necklace and be impressed with him? No. He wasn’t.

So then… He sat up and looked at the flower once more, as if begging it to give him answers. Was he doing this for her? Did he really think he could fix what he’d done? Right the misunderstanding and win her heart? “I want to…” Then what must he do?

He pushed out of bed once more and dug in his trunk for a new sweater, pulling it over his head. He’d go down to Hogsmeade and find her, tell her the truth of what happened and then… then he’d kiss her. He swallowed and slowed down. Could he kiss her? …If he’d been brave enough to ask out a group of girl’s he’d never met before knowing full well what rejection awaited him, then he could ask out the kind and gentle girl who had offered him her heart so willingly.

He slipped into his shoes and headed out the door, out of the boy’s dormitory, out of the common room and ran up the dungeon stairs. He needed to find her fast before Hogsmeade hours came to an end. He ran through the castle and shoved open the doors, plunging head first into the cold February air. He sped down the slippery grass of the sloping lawn and nearly tripped out the gates. He caught his footing and continued down the trail, huffing and puffing at the exercise and hating the metallic taste in his throat and mouth.

He grimaced as he crossed the bridge and headed right into town. He checked the Three Broomsticks, she wasn’t there. He checked shop after shop, in alleys, behind houses, and even the lake’s edge and under every tree. She was not eating, shopping, wandering, or sitting anywhere in Hogsmeade. “Where is she?” he growled. Of course this is happening, he knew better than to believe luck was on his side. He walked back down the street slowly, and saw the door to Madam Pudifoot’s teashop open. A couple left, laughing and holding each other by the waists.

Severus swallowed. Was she in there with someone else? After she had realized her mistake in liking him, had she given her heart to someone else, refusing to let this day be a waste? He shook his head and looked away. He couldn’t give up hope, not this time, not with something so rare to ever happen to him. He had to believe the best of her, this (Y/n), who had so bravely confronted him and admitted to her long-standing crush on him. He knew very little about her, but he couldn’t imagine she’d give her heart out so flimsily.

He started his way back to Hogwarts, keeping at a slow and somber gait, and made it back to the castle just in time for dinner. He was too late. Valentine’s day was practically over. He filtered in with other students and took his seat at the Slytherin table. Zander was there, with a spot open next to him but Severus couldn’t take it. He had nothing to show him and after today… he didn’t know how he could show his face around him. Severus took a seat at the back of the table with some lower years and ate in silence, his hand in his pocket, thumbing over the cold metal of the necklace.

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You tried keeping your eyes on your friends, on the food, on your plate as you ate, but your gaze kept lifting to the back of the Slytherin table where a gloomy boy with inky hair sat bent over his food, barely touching it. Severus looked sad, sadder than most days. His nose was pink still and his cheeks red. Had he been outside again? In Hogsmeade… maybe… maybe looking for you? You shook your head. Of course not.

All through dinner you watched him eat alone and away from his friends. Had something happened? When you met him at the bridge he looked a mess with his soaked sweater and hair plastered to his head. And that group of girl, who so readily laughed at him… Maybe… maybe he did have an explanation for what had happened.

Your heart began to beat again, slow at first, and then faster and faster as if hope had filled your soul once more and given you life. You wanted Severus so badly, so badly it hurt and, could you really have him? Was it possible to have the boy of your dreams? If you listened to his explanation would he fix everything and give you his heart in return?

You bit your lip and looked up at Severus once more. You wanted him so bad… It was a chance you needed to take.

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As dinner came to an end, students filtered out of the great hall and into the entrance hall, making their way to their houses. Severus walked among them, defeated and empty. His arms swayed limply by his sides and his head hung low, eyes glued to the ground in front of him. He turned the corner and kept to the shadows of the walls. He didn’t want to be spotted or looked at or found by anyone. There wasn’t a single person in this prison he wanted to see, none except for (Y/n).

He dragged his feet as he made his way through the corridor and nearly yelped when two hands pulled him deeper into the shadows. He stumbled backwards and heard a door slam shut. It was dark and the thud echoed off the walls. He squinted and saw nothing. He fumbled for his wand – he always kept it on him, ready for anything – but someone pinned him to the wall.

“Lumos,” a familiar voice whispered.

Severus stared into the glittering depths of warm, kind eyes. “(Y/n),” he breathed.

Her face was pensive as she stood there, looking him over. She was unsure of him.

Before she could say another word he shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out the necklace. “I-I made this for you… er, well the charm doesn’t work…”

She took the necklace he held out to her and looked at it carefully. “What’s it supposed to do?”

He heaved a quick sigh and looked away. “T’supposed to display your name… er – display the name of my crush.”

She regarded the necklace and gave a breathy chuckle. “Of course…”

Severus frowned. “Of course what?”

“Of course it doesn’t work. You don’t like anyone!” She laughed and stepped back, the wandlight illuminating more of the empty classroom she’d dragged him into. “You didn’t ask out a specific girl, you asked out that whole group. You didn’t care who it was, so long as someone accepted to being your valentine. And I’m…” She closed her eyes and sniffed. “I’m just someone who has a crush on you. That’s all you care about.”

Severus blinked at her for several long seconds. “(Y/n)… I… I want to like you.”

She scoffed.

“No! I mean – I – You – No one has ever liked me and – ”

She shook her head and reached for the door. Severus jumped in her way, desperate to continue talking, to clear everything up. He liked her, he did. She was nice and warm and everything about her made his knees weak and heart pound like crazy in his rib cage. She was pretty, far too pretty for him, and her voice was soothing, and she was perfect, he just knew it.

“Please let me explain what happened,” he begged her.

She stepped closer and placed her hand on the doorknob stubbornly. “I don’t need an explanation.”

She was so close to him, he could smell her hair, smell the piney scent of Hogsmeade blown into her clothes, infused by the wind. He pressed himself to the door and looked down at her. “Please.”

The look on her face told him she was done. She was done with him and she was done talking. He couldn’t keep her trapped in this room no more than he could make her listen. And yet, he still kept on the door, not letting her pull it open. She huffed and before he could think, she gripped his sweater and pulled him away from it forcefully, shoving him back into the classroom where he tripped and fell onto a seat.

He looked into her eyes. She was fierce. Not the gentle, delicate girl she first appeared to be. There was stubbornness and power to her being. No one could control her if she did not wish it, and the only reason she still stood before him was out of that same kindness that radiated out of her.

“I’m really sorry to have done that, Severus. You don’t deserve to be pushed around like that… but I want to leave… and I will.” She turned around and stepped out of the room, letting the door close behind her.

His heart beat harder than ever before. The way she shoved him, with a calculated caution that told him even when he’d gone too far, when he’d pushed her beyond her patience, she still cared for his wellbeing. She was kind, warm, strong willed, fierce, beautiful, and courageous. The more he learned the more he wanted to her to like him…

He sat there and stared at the wall. She’d been so close he could smell her. She’d grabbed his sweater and for an instant he’d thought – he’d hoped she’d kiss him. Merlin, he wanted to kiss her now. To press this fierce girl into him and kiss her long into the night. He didn’t know how to kiss, and imagined he’d be horrible, but every inch of his body told him he was craving her with an intensity he hadn’t ever felt.

He wanted her, and he wanted her to like him. Needed her to like him again. His hands found the ruffled part of his sweater where her hands had gripped it, and he closed his eyes, imagining her hands still there.

He heard the door and his eyes flew open. Someone stepped in and closed it.

“Lumos.”

A wandlight shined and he could see (Y/n) standing there, looking at the necklace in her hands. He held his breath, waiting for her to speak.

She looked up at him and turned to necklace so he could see, although he was still too far and the engraving would have been too small. “It says my name…” She stepped closer. “If this is a trick – ”

Severus shook his head and sat up. “It’s not a trick.”

She stared deeply into his eyes. “Please explain.”

He nodded quickly and licked his lips. “Ervingwell and his friends – they had me ask out those Ravenclaws to prove I wasn’t too scared to make an information charm… I don’t know why I did it. I thought, knowing they’d all say no, it would be an easy way to prove to Zander I wasn’t as pitiful as he thought I was.” He lowered his head.

There was a long silence, one that made him feel worse than he ever had. He really was pitiful.

“May I touch you?”

Severus jumped. He looked up into her eyes and nodded. “You can do anything you’d like.” His own words made him blush but it was true. She giggled and his heart felt lighter by the sound. Her hand brushed back his hair and he closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her finger on his temple. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I would never mean to.”

Her fingers pulled back. “You’re saying everything I want to hear… It almost seems too good to be true.”

He stood up and slowly reached for her hand, giving her enough time to pull away, but she didn’t. His fingers hovered close to hers. “M-may I?” She nodded and he took her hand, soft and small in his. “I want to be yours, if you still want me.”

She wrapped her fingers in his and looked up at him. “Do you want me?”

“More than anything.” He couldn’t help but glance down at her lips. Did he want her? His whole heart, mind, and body screamed at him ‘Yes!’

He wanted her in so many ways. He wanted to know her, to have her friendship, to feel her caring ways, to feel her. He wanted her touch.

“I want you, Severus,” she whispered.

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~ * ~ * ~

You breathed in the feint scent of ink and page. He was so close. His face lingered just above your and his eyes, those deep wells of pure darkness that looked your face over with lust that could not be hidden. You could tell he wanted you, and despite knowing he wanted your touch and, perhaps, to touch you as well, his eyes glanced up into yours with intensity; like he couldn’t keep himself from acknowledging your very being. You no longer felt like just a girl who had a crush on him… You felt important to him.

“I need you,” he whimpered.

Without thinking you got on your toes and kissed him hard. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. His hands quickly found your waist and he pulled you into him with a wild neediness that made you melt in his arms.

His arms snaked around you and pulled you closer into his body. He was warm and your own hands wrapped around his neck, playing with his hair, pulling it as you pleased. He moaned and stepped back suddenly, and you almost gasped as you felt him falling back.

You opened your eyes but his hands gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He sat in a chair and waited for your arms to find themselves around his neck once more. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, tasting him, biting his lip, moving your head with his. His hands pulled you closer to him and he whimpered once more.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be. I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’ll – ”

You pressed your finger to his lips, quieting him. “Severus… I just want you to be you.” His eyes trailed down and he looked away. “I like you the way you are… You don’t have to prove yourself to me or do anything to make me like you… Just be… Mine. Just be my valentine.”

You brushed a tear out of the corner of his eye and pulled his chin up, meeting his eyes. He nodded and pulled you closer, pressing his face into your chest and sobbed. You held him close, rubbing your hands over his shoulders and back in slow gentle circles.

He pulled his face back to look at yours, as if checking to see he wasn’t ruining anything by displaying his feelings so openly. You bit your lip and smiled. Even with delicate tears trailing down his cheeks, he looked cute and dreamy, as he always did.

“I really like you.” You kissed his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and finally, his lips.

He moaned and closed his arms around you again. “Will you be my valentine?”

“Nothing would make me happier.” You smiled and kissed him once more, feeling him draw you in closer.

“I’ll be your valentine, (Y/n). Yours and only yours. Forever.”

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Pickpocket

A little less than 1.5k words of fluff on moonlighting as a pickpocket, teddy bear rings, and proper entertainment. Harry Styles x reader. 

You grinned, pressing another kiss to Harry’s lips. 

“I’m going to miss my flight, love…” 

“What a pity,” you said flatly, mumbling against his lips. 

Harry sighed your name, and you sighed his, mocking his tone. 

Harry sighed, gently pushing you off of him. “I’ve got to go.” 

You pouted, moving away reluctantly. “I know… You have to come back, though.” 

Harry laughed. “‘Course I will.” 

“No, I mean, you have to.” 

“Okay…?” 

You grinned, holding up a silver ring. “Because I have this.” Harry’s jaw dropped, his gaze darting to his hand. His pinky was, indeed, bare, and he looked back at you with an incredulous scoff. “How -?” 

“Don’t you know?” you asked. “I moonlight as a pickpocket. ‘sides, it’s just insurance. You’ll get it back.” You winked. “Probably.” Harry shook his head with a grin, kissing you again. “Christ, woman,” he laughed. “You’re ridiculous.” 

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Yeah, yeah,” you said, guiding him to the door. “Have fun at your show, doofus. Don’t - you know, fall off the stage or anything…” You paused, looking up at him thoughtfully. “Or maybe do. Certainly entertaining, huh?” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Harry laughed. 

He was halfway out the door when he stopped and turned around. 

He kissed you and said, “You know I’d come back anyway, yeah?” 

You smiled a bit, nodding. “I know.” You grinned. “But now you have to.” 

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ. Bye, love.” 

Another kiss, and he was out the door. 

“Bye, Harry,” you murmured to the shut door. 

***

It was his first show away. 

You spun the ring around your finger, watching the TV quietly. Your mind wasn’t really on the show you were watching, though; it was stuck on the show you weren’t watching. The show happening in… a few hours. Harry’s show. 

Your mind was stuck on the songs at the show in a few hours, the crowd at the show in a few hours, the people at the show in a few hours. More specifically, it was stuck on the girls at the show in a few hours. All the girls at the show, who loved Harry, who were with Harry, who were currently spending more time with him than you were. 

You bit your lip, looking down at the ring. 

It was a thick band of silver, snug on Harry’s little finger and just a bit too big on yours. It fit him nicely. Looked a bit bulky on you. You wanted to see it on him. Wanted to see it on him, there, at your apartment. At your flat. 

You did not want to see videos of him on stage, away from you, with a bare pinky. 

You sighed and microwaved some leftovers. 

It would be a long four weeks. 

*** 

Four weeks, and he was back. 

He was back, all smiles and cuddles and stupid jokes. 

All Harry. 

You gave him his ring back. 

But it was too quick, and he was leaving again in a heartbeat. 

“Right then… Do you have one?” Harry asked.

“Yup,” you said, holding up the big golden S ring that went with the H. 

Harry’s brows jumped. “Certainly going bold there, aren’t ya, love?” 

“Well…” 

“Tryna tell me something, are you? Stealing my last name?” 

You blushed, kissing him because you couldn’t think of a response. “Maybe,” you said. A pause, and you looked up at him, suddenly quiet. “What if you just… didn’t go?” you asked softly. Harry sighed. “Love, I can’t…” 

You bit your lip. “I know.” You cleared your throat, pulling away and clapping your hands. “Alright, then, superstar. Off you go. Don’t forget your words, now.” Harry grinned, talking over his shoulder as he walked out the door. “Well, I dunno about that. Could be proper entertaining, eh?” 

“Shut it,” you laughed. “You’re gonna miss your flight.” 

“What a pity,” Harry said, leaning forward and stealing another kiss. 

“Goodbye, Harold.” 

“Bye, darling!” Harry called, already halfway down the hallway. 

***

Your thievery was a bit more obvious this time around, since the H looked just a bit lonely on his fingers. But you had your insurance, and every time his other hand started to fiddle with his rings and he got to that spot, he got a little smile on his face and gave a grin to the camera that you could only flatter yourself by thinking was for you. 

You’d started to watch videos of his shows on YouTube. You were still deciding whether it was beneficial, though, or if it just made you more depressed. It brought a smile to your face watching him in all his charismatic, designer clad, dimpled glory on stage, but it also kinda made your heart ache. 

When he came back again, the S was returned. And when he left, a silver-ish one with little teddy-bears on it was stolen. You watched YouTube, and ate a lot of ice cream, and tried not to think about all the beautiful girls Harry was rejecting because of you, and debated flying out to surprise him about a million a two times before realizing you really just did not have the money for it. 

And so the cycle continued. Another homecoming, another return. Another departure, another pickpocket. More YouTube, more ice cream, more painful imaginings of multitudes of pretty girls, many, many more surprise debates, and even more being-broke realizations. 

***

The end of tour brought the end of the heart aches, but not the end of the thieveries. You kept up with the robberies, stealing a ring or two from Harry every so often to keep around your little finger. 

And then the next tour rolled around, and it started all over again. 

Kind of. 

***

Harry glanced down at his fingers and smiled at you. “Stolen one, have you?” 

“Yup,” you chirped, holding up a little gold one that fit with another. 

“Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to give it back, love.” 

You frowned. “When you come back,” you said. 

“Now, love?” Harry asked. “Please?” 

“When you come back,” you insisted. Harry pouted. “I like that one too much,” he said, and you grumbled, “You’re being a pain,” but handed it over. Harry grinned. “Thank you kindly, darling,” he said, sliding it onto his pinky.

“Uh-huh. Gimme another.” 

Harry cleared his throat, his hand slipping to his coat pocket. “Listen, darling, about that…” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Not gonna leave me hanging, are you?” 

“No, no,” Harry said, “just the opposite, really…” He cleared his throat again and met your eyes, his gaze suddenly serious. He took a breath, a bit of color creeping up his cheeks, and stepped back. “Actually,” he said, “I’d like you to take, erm - this one…” 

You gave a quiet gasp as he bent to one knee, a smile curving his lips as he held up a slim silver ring, a diamond stone set in its center. He said your name softly, so sweetly it made your heart flutter, and asked, “Will you take this ring and make me the happiest man on earth?” 

“Yes,” you whispered, too startled to yell. And then you processed, and you squealed, “Oh my - yes!” as you slid the ring onto your finger and pulled him up into a kiss all in one motion. “Yes, yes, yes!” you repeated, throwing your arms around his neck in a happy hug. 

Your kisses turned deeper, but you pulled away after a second, resting your head on his chest with a sigh. “Shit,” you muttered. “You have to leave, don’t you?” Harry nodded, pushing you away gently to give you a kiss on the nose. “Just a few weeks.” 

“You’re a fuckin’ tease, Styles,” you sighed. 

“You love me,” Harry laughed. 

“Oh, shut it and get out of here. You’ll never forgive me if you miss your flight.”

 “That I won’t. Don’t have too much fun without me, wifey.” 

“As long as you don’t split your pants on stage.” 

“Dunno ‘bout that, love, could be proper entertaining, eh?” 

“Proper great view, too.” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harry laughed. “I’m gonna miss my flight.”

“What a pity.” 

Harry laughed, stepping outside. “Bye, wifey.” 

“You call me that one more time and the wedding’s off!” you told him.

Harry turned around, blowing you a kiss with a cheeky smile. “Goodbye, darling.” 

You smiled, fiddling with your new ring. “Bye, Harry.”

***

the end 💜

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84. "How are you so arrogant?"

90. "Do you have to be so rude?"

99. "I never said I hate you."

102. "Answer the phone, don't worry, I'm not stopping."

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Warnings: use of the word daddy but only like twice and jokingly, mentions of masturbation, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), spitting in mouth, vaginal sex

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You'd been working on getting this promotion but in the end he got it.

Harry Styles.

Of course, he got it, every time you guys compete over something he seems to win and you don't know why. Maybe its his charming smile, or nice hair, or pretty face- okay, you did not say all that.

"How's it feel to lose." He walked up to you and grinned his infamous grin. "I always win don't I."

"How are you so arrogant?" He tutted and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, making you flinch and him raise an eyebrow but ignore it.

"I just like talking about how I win."

"That's what arrogance is, Harold." He moved his arm away from your shoulder and glared at you, making you smile.

"Told you not to call me that, you know I don't like it."

You patted his back and gave him a fake smile. "I'm sorry, what would you prefer? Annoying whiney bitch?" He smirked and looked at you.

"I prefer something like daddy." You gasped and stepped back from him. "Oh, you would like that wouldn't you?"

"It's the end of the day, it's time to go home." You said quickly, walking to your office with him following you while you grab your bag.

"Aw darling, don't go. Don't you wanna stay here with daddy?" You ignored him and continue to pack up your things, gasping when you were pushed against your office wall.

"Ignoring me now? I don't appreciate that." You raised your eyebrows at him.

"What the fuck are you doing! I'll ignore you if I want to." He grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Do you have to be so rude? Acting like you don't think of me late at night, when you're all desperate and needy. God knows I do." You widened your eyes and saw the heavy blush on his cheeks from his confession.

"I thought you hated me." He shook his head and squeezed your hands that he was still holding above your head.

"Fuck Harry, I don't know if we should do this." You said, all the while slightly grinding on his thigh like a horny teenager.

"I never said I hate you. You know how they say that little boys are dickheads to the little girls who they have crushes on?" You nodded and swallowed heavily. "Well I was acting like a little boy, now I'm acting like a man and owning up to how I feel. I think you're fucking wonderful and I wanna fuck you so hard." You pressed your thighs together and he obviously noticed, shoving his thigh between yours and pressing it against you, making you gasp softly at the contact.

"We definitely can do this. Looks like you're already getting started, no shame in that." You looked away from his eyes, a little embarrassed but didn't let your hips stop what they were doing.

"Shit, look at you, grinding on my fucking thigh. So hot..." He moved his thigh away and you whined, making him smirk cockily. "Didn't know you would enjoy my thigh that much. Why don't you go take your trousers off and sit in your chair." You started taking off your clothes quickly, him quickly grabbing your wrist. “Slowly for me?”

You lifted your shirt over your head, dragging your hands down your sides sensually while keeping eye contact then unbuttoning your trousers, closing your eyes when you felt him grip your waist and bringing you closer to him. “Do you enjoy being a little tease?” He gripped your trousers with his large hands and bent down as he took them off, kissing new skin that was exposed as he was taking your trousers off. “You’re beautiful.” He stood back up and looked at the chair, making you remember what he said, sitting down in the chair.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” You nodded and he got on his knees in front of you, pressing his fingers over your underwear and kissing your thighs. He moved your underwear to side and then gasped as he looked up at you. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me aren’t you? I can’t wait.” He placed his hands at the waistband of your underwear and ripped them, making you scowl and him grin. 

“If you’re mad about that, I’ll buy you new ones later. Don’t focus on it right now.” He leaned forward and got to use his tongue once before your phone started to ring in your bag. He leaned back and caressed your thighs. “Answer the phone, don’t worry. I’m not stopping.” You quickly grabbed your phone so he could start, answering the call and pressing it to your ear, hearing your friends voice immediately.

“Hey! I hear Harry got the promotion, so sorry, you totally deserved that promotion!” You tried to keep your composure when answering her.

“Yup, Harry got the promotion.” He mouthed at you to put the phone on speaker when he heard you say his name and you rolled your eyes but obliged.

“God, you must really hate him right now.” You hummed in agreement and Harry looked up at you, pressing his tongue against your clit and successfully making you squirm.

“I think you should just fuck him, to get all that anger out.” Harry stuck a thumbs up and you slapped it away, making him grin then get back to what he was doing.

“Oh god no, I don’t think I could ever fuck Harry. He’s too fucking annoying.” Harry then stuck a finger into you and moved it aggressively, obviously his way of showing how he felt about what you were saying about him while he was literally on his knees for you.

“No! There’s so much sexual tension, I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees for you yet!” Everything in you was screaming at you to tell her ‘he literally is right now!’ but you knew you couldn’t and it seemed Harry beat you to it when he pulled back, wiped his mouth and grabbed your phone.

“Harry speaking.” Your best friend gasped and you tried to grab your phone back but you didn’t really want to chase him around with no underwear.

“Harry? W-why are you on my best friends phone right now?” Harry smirked at you and you knew he was about to fuck everything up.

“Well you said you’re surprised I haven’t dropped to my knees yet but actually as you were speaking with your precious best friend I was on my knees, so I have in fact dropped to my knees and you kind of interrupted it.” Your best friend let out an ‘oh my god’ before Harry hung up and got back on his knees.

“Why would you do that?!” He shushed you and stuck his tongue back out, distracting you from your embarrassment almost immediately. He kept doing all the right things until you came and he picked you up and sat you on your desk. 

“Come on, come back to me.” He stroked your hair as you gained your vision back and the room stopped spinning. “You ready?” You nodded and he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing many tattoos that you hoped to look at later. He unbuttoned his trousers and lead them pool at his feet before stepping out of them and kissing you. “Just realised I haven’t kissed you yet, don’t know how I could every forget to.” He pressed himself against you and you felt him against you through his boxers. “You feel that? That’s from when I made you cum, wanna do it again now.”

He reached behind you and tried to unbuckle your bra, after a few tries and you laughing at him, he finally got it. “Aha! Why do they make these so fuckin’ complicated?” He took it off and threw it behind him, starting to kiss from your collarbones down to your chest. “As much as I want to kiss you all over, I really need you.”

He took his boxers off and you widened your eyes, looking up at him. “It’s gonna be alright, I mean you’re not a virgin, right?” You shook your head and he sighed in relief at your answer. “No shame to virgins, but I’m glad you’re not one, makes it easier.”

You rolled your eyes and rested your head against his shoulder. “Just shut up and fuck me. You never seem to make it better with talking.” He nodded and pushed his tip in you, giving you a few seconds before he kept going slowly, not wanting you to be in pain because of him.

“You feel so good.” He started to thrust his hips, you gasped and laid back on the table, staring up at the ceiling with your mouth open wide as he kept going. He leaned over you and now all you could se was his face and what looked like a mane of curls hanging around it. “Don't know if it’s weird to ask this but it’s worth the risk, would you mind if I spat in your mouth?” 

“Definitely not weird to ask.” He smiled and places his thumb on your lip, keeping it open then spitting and aiming for your mouth. He closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest once he done it, lazily moving his hips.

“This is the nicest sex I’ve ever had.” You smiled and stroked his hair, feeling him relax under your touch. This sex didn’t even seem to be about just getting off now, it was more about connection. It had never been like this for you before, this was turning sort of sweet and no one had ever been sweet for you before.

“Do you me to ride you?” He reluctantly lifted his head up then nodded, he pulled out slowly then and sat in your office chair, holding his arms out for you. You stood up and slightly stumbled on your feet then walked over to him. You placed your legs on either side of him then sank down, lying against his chest when he was fully in.

He wrapped his arms around you and laid his cheek on your head, it was like no one could be bothered moving. You started to grind a little and he let out a laboured breath, grabbing your hips and helping you. It didn’t take too long for you to cum like this since you were rubbing your clit against him every time you kept grinding on him. When he felt you tighten up around him and cum, he gave a heavy groan in return. He picked you up again and placed you on the desk, quickly pounding in to you since you were sensitive and he needed to cum. 

“Fuck...” He came and then pulled out of you, grabbing some tissues you had on your desk to clean you up. “That was long overdue. Do you wanna go on a date now?”

[minaofmayhem]

IMAGINE #45 - Life always finds a path (1)

Here we go again with our devilish Randall but this time for a angst story (at least for the first part of this two parts story). Thanks anon for the plot, I hope you’ll like it and I hope I succeeded to portrayed Nadine’s feeling as you imagined them.  I decided to use your idea as the beginning of an other request 😊 Enjoy my lovely readers ! ❤️

Summary : The last moment of Nadine when she discovers the Randall never really loved her...

Pairing : Randall Flagg x Nadine 

Warnings : angst, depression, hate and mentions of suicide (I depict suicide as it is shown in the show. If you need help because you’re not feeling good, never forget that you are never alone ❤️

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Nadine crosses the corridors of the big MGM hotel on her wheelchair, pushed by two guards carefully chosen by Randall. She has just gone to visit the prisoners and especially Larry. With a smile on her face, she tenderly caresses her swollen belly with her hands. Her precious baby. Their baby. A son. Yes, Nadine is convinced. He will be a wonderful little boy, a prince who will rule the New World. She will be the queen of this world. That's what Randall promised her and she knows he'll keep his promise.

She lets out a short, wry laugh as she thinks back to Larry. He should have realized his mistake in staying with that old woman and he should have joined them sooner. But now it was too late. Randall was going to take care of them. When he had refused her, he had also made a big mistake. But all in all, it had opened Nadine's eyes to see who she was really promised to.

At the beginning, she had been very afraid of this link she had with this Man. This stranger who came to visit her in her dreams and who had manifested himself during this spiritism seance. He was so impressive and terrifying for a little girl of only 13 years old. Once she was an adult, she understood and her attraction to him intensified. Randall was her protector, her savior. After all he had done for her, she was now certain of her feelings for him. She was also sure of his feeling for her. She loved him with a deep, almost devotional love. She was ready to do anything for him. The proof was in the pudding: she had committed an assassination attempt in Boulder and killed Harold. In Boulder, she had almost made a mistake. Fortunately, she had returned to the right path and had come to her senses. She realized that her future would be with the new king of the world. 

Oh yes, Nadine loves Randall more than anything in the world. And she feels so proud to have been chosen to be his queen ; proud to carry his child, his heir. 

The contractions started on the fourth floor. The pain, so sudden and so powerful, stabbed her in an instant as if someone had just delivered a violent blow to her stomach. Panic-stricken, the guards try to help her - they do it mainly to stay alive because their fear of Mr Flagg is much stronger than the little empathy they have left in this after world - but without success. It takes them another minute to make their way up the rest of the floors. Nadine clings tightly to the handles of the chair, screaming and writhing in pain.

Once in front of the penthouse door, it opens directly. The guards don't even have to explain themselves, Flagg is already waiting for them. He had felt that the big day had finally arrived. Very quickly, the guards bring Nadine inside the apartment to be taken care of by the rat woman. Randall had ordered her to take care of the delivery. Determined to fulfill her role until the end, she helps Nadine to settle on the medical table that is in the center of the room. Luckily, they had been able to retrieve equipment from a hospital. The rat woman didn't really know how to use it, but she had already seen several deliveries on TV.

Meanwhile, Randall pours himself a glass of milk. Dressed in a silk bathrobe, he observes the scene calmly. He was eager to finally meet his son.

On her side, Nadine is in pain. The pain intensified more and more, becoming really unbearable. She heard stories of women who had given birth and she had imagined what it was like to feel a contraction. But here, she felt that the child was moving abnormally in her belly and that it was not normal. Her face and body are already sweating, the strands of her hair stick to her face. The minutes pass like hours.

For Lloyd and the rat woman who observe the scene, obviously something is wrong. But not for Randall who remains calm while taking several puffs on his cigar. Everything goes as planned. 

"Something's not right ! I can fell it!" shouts Nadine as she wriggles around, sometimes nearly falling off the table. "Something's wrong!". Her cries of pain were mixed with her tears. 

With Randall's approval, the rat woman turns around and prepares a tranquilizer shot to dull the pain, but just as she's about to administer it, Nadine gets up and looks for Randall. Where is he? Her queen is about to give birth to her son and he is not by her side to support her, to stand by her as any father would have done. As she gets up, she finally sees him at the end of the bed, looking very indifferent. Nadine frowns, annoyed, and is about to say something to him when another jolt of pain forces her back onto the medical bed. 

“It will be over soon, calm down”. The rat woman puts her hands on Nadine to force her to stay quiet for the time of the injection but when Nadine saw what she was about to do, she understood. No, it was out of the question to inject her with anything that could affect her baby. Determined to protect her, she finally manages to get up and gets out of bed to move around the room.

"No! I forbid you to hurt my baby!" she yells as she struggles to move forward. “Something’s wrong, something’s not right!”. 

She manages to walk to the window to lean against the wall, placing a hand on her belly as if that were enough to make the pain pass. Randall watches her do her thing, continuing to sip and smoke. He remains totally indifferent. He even sighs, wondering when it will finally stop. When will she finally decide to give birth to her heir.

Nadine tries to breathe deeply to calm down but the exercise is too difficult. She feels her child stirring violently inside her, moving her organs and pressing on her rib cage. She finally turns around, looking at Randall with a pleading look. But she sees that he still does nothing, that he remains impassive. Hurt by his reaction, she looks at his stomach and puts her trembling hand on it. And suddenly, Nadine understands. The pieces of the puzzle are finally coming together in her head. 

"You knew it", she murmurs to herself. "You knew it". Yes, he knew it. He knew that by giving birth to this child, Nadine would lose her life. Nadine's heart shatters into a thousand pieces, she receives a stab wound. All her promises of kingdom, eternal and happy life...So it was all a lure. They will never be reunited. 

"I knew what?" he repeats coldly as he approaches her. 

His tone hurts her. The pain turns into sadness. And this sadness gradually turns into anger.

"You knew!" she roars this time at Randall, who finally deigns to raise an eyebrow to show even a little interest. 

"You knew...that I wouldn't survive...by...giving birth to...this child" she manages to formulate as she cries all the tears from her heart. She feels so unhappy, betrayed and helpless. How could she have been so naive and stupide ? How could she have believed that Randall really cared about her ? Since she was a teenager, she had sacrificed herself, lost everything just to be with him ; just to be his queen. The one she thought was her soul mate. She had felt so happy, so proud and so important by his side. 

"Honey...what are you talking about!”. Randall suddenly changes his voice and becomes gentle and kind with her. “You're my queen, remember?"

"No!". Nadine refuses to hear all of his lies again. Randall gently approaches her and places his hand on her stomach, as if it is enough to convince her.

"That child you're carrying...he's our prince Nadine”.

"No, I don't want to listen to all these lies anymore...". 

"Nadine, Nadine, Nadine" he whispers as he moves even closer to place his hand on her belly. At this simple contact, the child stops moving. Nadine brusquely feels good and delivered from the pain, the sadness. This gives her the opportunity to catch her breath and inhale more deeply to resume normal breathing. Randall's hand moves over her belly, caressing that lovely rounded belly. Under his hand, she feels her baby move and stir, as if he is able to control her every move. But that touch, which she would have loved, now disgusted her. 

"You feel...He's kicking" Randall says with some pride in his voice. 

It disgusts Nadine even more. Seeing Randall play the role model father when in reality he has no heart. He only has a gaping hole in his chest. He doesn't give a damn about the woman carrying his child. A new pang of sadness comes over her as she remembers this horrible truth.

Will she let herself go? Will she still bend the way she has from the beginning? Will she still let Randall manipulate her, play with her and her heart like a doll? Sadness turns once again into hatred and rage. She looks up and meets Randall's gaze, which was still caressing her belly. This hatred spreads quickly like a burning fire. No, she will never let Randall manipulate her again. It's time for her to finally take control of her own life. She has waited far too long...But she must not give him one last chance to suspect his intentions. 

“Yes, I’ll be your queen...”. Nadine murmurs tiredly, making Randall believe that she has finally accepted her fate. Now it was up to her to take control of the game and play with him. 

“Good. That’s my girl”, Randall replies with a satisfied smile as he walks back to the delivery table. In less than twenty minutes, if all goes well, he'll finally be rid of that human Nadine and he'll finally be holding his prince in his arms.

Nadine takes a deep breath and tries to regain her composure. It's time now. As soon as Randall's hand left her belly, the baby started to move again and the pain started again. No, it's over. It's time to end this. Randall can't win. But how do we do that?

Suddenly, Nadine thought of the necklace Randall had given her at the beginning of their relationship. A magic stone. She could use it...In a last impulse, Nadine tears off the necklace and takes it in her hand to break the glass. She's going to die anyway so she might as well choose the way to end her own life. And if she can make Randall suffer, then yes, she will make him suffer. She will never give birth to this baby. This baby that may be a monster, like Randall. 

In not even a second, the large window shatters into a thousand pieces. Alerted by the noise, Randall turns hastily to see Nadine on the edge of the void. His black blood runs cold. 

"Nadine...," he says in a somewhat abrupt manner, as if he were scolding a child ready to do something stupid. But he no longer recognizes the Nadine before him. 

"You never love me...And I will never be your queen. I'll see you in hell carrying your baby in my arms". Nadine's voice is harsh, brittle. Randall doesn't have time to react before she turns around to throw herself into the void.

Nadine's body disappears. Randall rushes to the edge but it's too late. For the first time in a very long time, Nadine is finally free, free to make her own choices. Free to finally live her life the way she wants to...

[michyreadsthenwrites]

Plain Bad Heroines - Let Me Give You My Thoughts On This (Character Analysis)

**major maaaaajor spoilers ahead**

(Here we begin with the handful of characters from Danforth’s sophomore novel that have found their way into my heart and apparently, this Word document. It didn’t hurt that they were all women that love women. And I mean, they really loved women.)

 ·   Merritt Emmons is easily my favorite character. She’s got that dry, sarcastic humor and air around her that makes it really easy to love her and hate her guts all at the same time. (If she were here, she’d tell us that this was a talent, not a flaw.) I felt personally affronted when characters in PBH didn’t like Merritt, like they were overlooking the diamond in the rough right in front of their faces. Then, like most things, it became pretty clear: Merritt Emmons could be one hell of a bitch at times. But it really only made me love her more. I realized that I identified with her. Yes, about being a queer woman that really fucking loves other women, but also because she was a writer that wanted her writing to stay true to how she wrote it, especially with so many people traipsing all over it and trying to make it into something it’s not. That was where I realized I loved her early on; when she pitched a genuine fit over who was to play Clara Broward. It was something so petty and childish, something so very me to throw a fit in a packed room of professionals when you have no idea about that kind of world and what it demands. But she fought for what she believed in, alright. Until she didn’t. This made me love her some more, incidentally. We got to see Merritt’s character development throughout the novel, and more specifically, we got to watch her bounce back and forth between the person she was too scared to be but wanted more than she could ever admit, and the person she spent twenty long years being; the person she was oh-so-tired of introducing to people. This constant shift between new-Merritt and old, crabby, prickly-Merritt was a very raw and vulnerable thing for us to experience as an audience. Merritt was certainly a lot more refreshing than every one of the overdone-Hollywood-types we became acquainted with within the book. She was mean and arrogant and wildly insecure, yet somehow confident and sure of herself, when it came to her work or her knowledge or anything that had to do with any book written, ever. A walking paradox, that one. Merritt was a good way to remember that real people, not built-and-put-together-by-Hollywood-people don’t always have their shit together, and they can’t always get it together by the end of a novel, albeit a long, six-hundred-page one. I think I’ll cut myself off here, friends. Not that I want to, but I feel we have a lot to get to in these pages, and Merritt Emmons can’t be the star of all of them (lord knows I’d let her, though). To sum it up: Merritt Emmons was the star of this book, for me at least. And I hope for you too. (This means go get your ass over to your closest B&N and buy the damn thing).

  ·   Harper Harper is somewhat of a mystery to me. She was a major character in the story, as well as one of our three protagonists, our three heroines, and yet I have trouble finding her as authentic and outlandish as she tries to come across. What I’m still having trouble deciphering is if this is an intentional character flaw created by our Miss Danforth, or if Harper Harper really has nothing to her besides being completely reinvented and marketed by Hollywood. Even in saying this, I know I have to give Harper credit where it’s due. She’s a proud queer woman in the movie industry, as well as openly queer online and really with just anyone and everyone she meets. She’s known for various flings and love-interests of the week, which is still a gross misrepresentation and stereotype of (masc?) lesbians and how they’re emotionally unavailable and unfaithful, which again is a possibility of the author’s intentional writing, something that we can leave for further discussion. We do get a bit of a glimpse into Harper’s life – her real-life – about how her mother is struggling with her sobriety, how her little brother seems to be caught in the middle of her mother’s messy relationships, and how she really has mixed feelings about how she fits into her new movie-star life. That’s about all we get from Harper, though. And it really is almost enough realness to take away from the fact that everyone else in the world sees Harper as the face of Hollywood, as this thing of beauty and money and badassery instead of a real person. But still not enough. And I could be wrong, friends. I could be pulling all of this out of my ass because Harper Harper is a badass queer woman that took over the movie industry with barely any experience under her belt. Harper Harper took every room she walked into by storm, and she made everybody pay attention to her, and she became the character we had a little crush on, simply because she was that big of a deal. But nothing of substance, not really. Not ever. But perhaps she had been her most real self with Merritt Emmons, in between the quiet pages that we didn’t get to read entirely. Merritt, our dry and arrogant and favorite heroine, had been Harper’s favorite, too. The most credit that I find myself giving Harper is her aid in Merritt’s character development. She brought Merritt out of her shell in a massive way, though at times she did have a hand in driving her back into the said shell. It was flawed, their relationship, which is another authentic Harper Harper insight we saw, as little of it there was. They were hot and cold, on and off, but always so enthralled with each other. And while Harper seemed to have had an impact on Merritt (among other factors), it doesn’t seem like Merritt had the same effect on Harper. I could be wrong and do feel free to correct me, friends, but Harper Harper did not come out the other end of PBH a changed woman. She was not burdened with the weight of a life-changing revelation. She was Harper Harper, as she always was, floating and untouchable, the kind of woman you wished to know, maybe to be, but also the kind you see right through. They’re transparent, friends, that’s what I’m trying to get at here. And they tend to stay that way. And I realize as I’m nearing the end of this, that I sound harsh in my critiques and analysis of Harper. I don’t mean to come off that way, friends, I really don’t. The truth is I love Harper, she’s everything we wish we could be. She’s gorgeous and sought after, can land any girl she wants with the bat of her eyelashes and a lazy smile. But you have to remember, she’s everything we’re not. I can only speak for myself, friends, and I encourage you to speak for yourselves if you find you have anything to add. I never related with Harper the way I did with Merritt’s character, but that doesn’t mean that Harper isn’t a beautiful enigma waiting to be unwrapped. I just don’t happen to be the kind of reader that would know where to begin unwrapping her, if that makes sense. And because I’m afraid it doesn’t, I do believe it’s time to stop with the metaphors and wrap this up nicely for you, friends: Harper Harper is number two on my list of favorite characters from PBH, and that is not something done lightly or by accident. She was one of our three heroines, after all. And a proper heroine she was, friends. Don’t you ever forget it.

  ·   Libbie Packard broke my heart more times than I count, friends. You’ll notice I have kept her maiden name, then. This is intentional, friends, for our Libbie never wanted to be a Brookhants, not really. It wasn’t towards the end of PBH that we learned much of what we now know about Libbie, and how it came about that she had been married (to a man no less!), as well as the very young principal of an all-girls school. Throughout their chapters in the book, Libbie and Alex, her Alex, were seemingly at each other’s throats constantly. There seemed to be a mysterious tension that we as an audience weren’t privy to – but it didn’t stop us from speculating. I found myself drawn to Libbie more than I did her counterpart, and I still can’t point my finger as to why. Libbie seemed sad, right from our first introduction, and Alex always seemed angry and cynical (as a queer woman in 1902, is there any other way to seem?). This might serve as a dual character analysis yet, friends. I’m not sure how much I’ll have to say about our Alexandra Trills, but Libbie Packard deserves a long sentence, or two. You know when something finally clicks into place and you can’t help but just let out a long “ooohhhhhhh”? That’s a recreation of how I looked when I read the explanation of how Libbie Packard became Libbie Brookhants. Learning that she had become pregnant with a baby she didn’t want was mind-blowing enough, and it filled in the blanks of how young, gorgeous Libbie had become the wife of a rich, old, old man. Libbie gave up her child was because she didn’t want to be a mother, and she had originally rejected Harold Brookhants offer of marriage because she didn’t want to be a wife, regardless of false the marriage was. And for a while, Libbie’s new life was amazing; she got to live with her Alex in a beautiful house and became the principal of a promising school. This was the life she’d always wanted. Or was that just what we wanted to believe, friends? Only at the end did we learn that Libbie had rejected Harold Brookhants offer (to live a quiet, queer life with her lover and without the child she clearly didn’t want) because she didn’t want to be tied down; not to Harold, not to anyone. If you think about it, friends, this was exactly the life that she had been living for years to come now. The tension with Alex had much to do with the circumstances surrounding them at Brookhants and the evil that was unfolding before them, but it seemingly had even more to do with the fact that Libbie Packard felt smothered. She was hiding secrets from Alex, secrets that she felt could destroy this already fragile relationship that they had between them. How vastly different it was to read and experience their relationship at the beginning of their love; playful and full of joy, both women giddy with the promise of something new and exciting. To compare that kind of love to the broken, tight-lipped, empty vessel of the relationship they now pretend to have is heartbreaking. And yet, completely understandable. Alex had fallen in love with the Libbie she wanted her to be, not the Libbie she was. Our Libbie wanted to be eternally young; playful and happy, bouncing from city to city with Sara Dahlgren in a sea of eligible bachelors (and bachelorettes!). It was almost a shock to discover that this life Libbie tried so hard to defend and protect was not a life she had ever wanted for herself. Despite this, she loved her Alex and her students, and devoted her life to them. There was that whole business with cheating on Alex with Adelaide the housemaid (don’t even get me started on that broad) but I’d like to extend to you, friends, the fact that I won’t comment on this. Queer relationships in 1902 are definitely not what they are now, complete with century-old curses and dead schoolgirls. Libbie Packard became the 1902-lesbian-headmistress version of our stereotypical bored housewife, stuck in a marriage that she secretly wishes she could be free from. And my heart broke for her, friends, it really did. But she was a heroine all on her own. A deeply intelligent and remarkable woman. Make no mistake, friends. Libbie Packard and Libbie Brookhants differ by more than just a surname. Our young, vivacious Libbie disappeared the moment she accepted Harold Brookhants’ offer, and this is indeed the sad truth of it, friends: Libbie Packard was gone before she could ever find herself. But Libbie Brookhants was our gorgeous, brilliant, queer heroine that never got what she deserved. So, friends, let’s all have a moment of silence for our dearly departed Libbie Brookhants… wherever she is.

·   Alexandra Trills is a character that I don’t know where to begin with. Her end is not one that I saw coming, at least not in the gruesome and deranged circumstances that came to surround it. Or maybe, friends, I just didn’t want to acknowledge the clear downwards spiral that our Miss Trills had seemed to be heading towards. Her steadfast and growing obsession with the death of Florence Hartshorn and Clara Broward was apparent in every page we turned, and the following death of Eleanor Faderman did not aid in absolving Alex of her obsession with the one, single copy of a book they had all possessed at one point: The Story of Mary McLane. Alex grew hysterical in her investigation of the novel and whatever evil she believed it had brought to the students of her school. I remember feeling a bit hysterical myself at times, following along with Alex’s scrambled train of thought that never seemed to find a place to stop. She was right, you know, my friends. And now what does she have to show for it? A gruesome death and an eternity of haunting the same grounds, day in and day out? I may not have liked her, and felt like she had been the reason Libbie was so unhappy and stuck in a life that she did not want, but the way Alex’s story had ended really did take me by surprise and break my heart. She deserved a better ending than what she got; she deserved to reconcile and fix her strained relationship with Libbie. Damn it, they deserved to live quiet, happy lives with each other. Neither of them got the endings that they deserved, and God, did they deserve plenty. This, friends, is the hill I choose to die on tonight.

 Alright, friends, this is it for my character analysis of Emily Danforth’s Plain Bad Heroines! I have a special place in my heart for book characters that you can relate with (or characters that just really make you love them). The way that Emily Danforth brought our heroines to life was remarkable and highly impressive (I say this because it’s decidedly been a while since any book character(s) have weaseled their fictional way into my little heart). It’s rare that I give a book five stars (check out my Goodreads reviews) (oh god, please don’t), and yet halfway through PBH, I knew that this book deserved it. Good book characters are the ones that stick with you long after you’ve closed the book on them, and our heroines are stuck with me. And believe me, friends, I’m certainly not complaining. 

[alarriefantasy]

                                      Childhood Friends

Come As You Are by AFangirlFantasy

Words: 12k

Highschool Reunion AU where Harry is Niall's flatmate, Zayn and Liam are married, and Louis is just trying to find his way back home.

i love you most by stylinsoncity

Words: 12k

friends with benefits has always been enough for louis. until, of course, it isn't.

Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by angelichl

Words: 13k

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen.

Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

What do you mean he's coming? by MediaWhore

Words: 15k

When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.

Harry is screwed.

everything comes back to you by amory

Words: 29k

Louis and Harry, best friends since before either of them can remember, broke up four years ago. Louis has achieved his dreams of becoming the next big thing while Harry has stayed back, dedicating himself to his studies. Both are content to forget what they had together, until a tragedy brings them right back into each other's lives.

He's been my Queen since we were 16 by larriebane

Words: 30k

Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with his neighbor’s son, Harry, as long as he could remember. The 16-year-old was small for his age and got bullied for being a weak alpha but Louis was there to help him. However, when the omega graduated from college and left for a university in London, he lost all contact with the Curly One. Five years later Louis finds himself back home, stalking a leggy hottie who looks like something from his wet dreams.

I Sail With You by AFangirlFantasy

Words: 35k

Against his wishes, Omega Prince Harry Styles is arranged to mate with someone he doesn’t love, much less knows. Though he pleaded to his parents incessantly, they not only refuse to comply but force him to depart on a ship days later. Harry prays for fate to step in, to change what’s to come, however, the answer he is given is not exactly in the form he had hoped.

Enter Will Tommo – deadliest pirate captain of all seven seas.

Runner on Third by kikikryslee 

Words: 39k

Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don't pick up where they left off.

Something in the way by momentofclarity

Words: 40k

Hope Floats 90’s AU. When Louis Tomlinson finds out his wife is cheating on him with his best friend, he packs up his life and takes his daughter back to his childhood hometown to start anew. The problem is—he’s not so sure he’s moving forwards rather than backwards. What he finds in the small Texas town is a whole lot of memories, people who think they still know him and a man who’s spent the past decade waiting for his return.

Canyon Moon by delsicle

Words: 40k

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

Faking It by TheCellarDoor

Words: 46k

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17

Words: 55k

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn't be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they're both still single.

Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

like cabbages and kings by you_explode

Words: 60k

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife

Words: 86k

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

fearless by suspendrs

Words: 97k

Or, Harry left home without a word after high school, and a lot can change in ten years.

Heading for Limbo by kingsofeverything

Words: 100k

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright) by MrsStylinson

Words: 102k

Bridget Jones' Diary AU.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it's a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

Love Will Tear Us Apart by lovelarry10

Words: 103k

Louis and Harry had it all - a career, friendship, and some of the best sex either of them had ever had.

But Harry ruins it all with one life-changing mistake ... and Louis is left to pay the price.

Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks)

Words: 144k

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

Now In A Minute by thealmightyavocado

Words: 150k

13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was.

More than anything in the world, Louis Tomlinson dreams of growing up. Simply skipping over all of the awkward, embarrassing years of teenage existence and getting on with life. Real life.

So when thirteen-year-old Louis wakes up in the body of his thirty-year-old self, he expected everything in his adult life to be picture perfect. And maybe it is. He has it all…or so it seems.

Except his favorite person and lifelong best mate, Harry Styles, is totally missing from the equation and Louis doesn’t understand why. He has a lot of catching up to do and as adult life turns out to be more than what he bargained for, Louis can’t help wondering why a life that seemed so perfect, feels so empty.

Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.

♡ credit to the owner of the manip

♡ past themed recs here

[darkalleywayexpress]

Your destiny is written from the day you’re born. Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Rated M

Warning: non-con sex, oral, violence, abuse.

This is based off The Devil All the Time. Specifically Lee Bodecker. Ideas be taken from the original story of course. 

Note: First time writing. Please give feedback. I don’t mind constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy. 

P.S. Im really bad at using this website. I find it hard lmao. So please give me time as I grown accustom to it. Thank you! (I have another fic in mind- though it will be darkSteve, but I'm not sure if I should do it or not. If y'all would like it please let me know.) :)))))))))

It’s my wedding day and I still don’t feet like ‘myself’. I feel like a withering leaf in fall on it’s last leg before it completely disappears. Not knowing where I truly stand I felt like I’m trapped, my heart palpating so much it hurts. All the days prior to this day I was unable to sleep, the consistent worrying in my head never faded away. As if my heart and brain knew something that I couldn’t fully comprehend yet. I’m left to fully rely on him not having any income of my own any longer since I was expected to quit work, due to the fact that the sheriffs wide would not be able to work or else people will start talking. Also taking in mind that people started talking, which got me to worry more. Rumors. As my mom put it. But don’t rumors have to stem off of some truth first?Though what I was able to comprehend from everything up until now was how much I hated myself. How big of an idiot I am. How I’m so weak to the point that I can even allow myself to be in every situation that I’ve ever been in. Staring straight at my reflection with the wedding gown he chose for me. Simple, just like me. I can care less about what I’m wearing and instead just truly want this horrendous day over. I can care less about what I’m wearing and instead just want the day over. My room door opens, my youngest brother Sam (who is still older than myself) walks in.

“Psst. Mrs. Bodecker.” With a grin smothered on his face. Seeing my reflection on the mirror he asks “you okay?”

“What am I doing?” Holding my tears back, though its hard my shell breaking.

“Well if you were to ask me I would say throwing yourself in fire. But it’s too late for that now, aint it?” He stops to grab both my hands in his own. “don’t worry y/n everything outta be alright. Before you even know it you’ll be much happier there than here with us. I should be getting down, and you should come soon too. You know how Pa and the others get when it comes to waiting.”

He leaves and I begin crying staring at my reflection. Have I truly thrown myself in flames? I wish I had a loving Pa who would save me from everything and everyone. Who would put me first before anyone else. Saying something along the lines of “Your happiness is what’s most important”. Maybe then I would’ve never been in this situation.

I make my way down. I see Lee standing looking up at me as I walk down. This ain’t the traditional way. But I guess that goes with everything. If I wasn’t the one getting married to him I would think he looks handsome today. They all get ready to head out.

I can’t do this. “I can’t do this.”  

My faces back to look at me, her eyes wide open. “Y/n?”

“Mom. I can’t do this. I can’t follow through this marriage.”

“Y/n.” She repeats herself more sternly this time.

Lee scoffs. Frowning but at the same time he seems like he is holding in his laughter. Laughter?

“Y/n, what do you mean I can’t get married?” He asks calmly. His head slightly moving side to side.

“I’m so sorry Lee. I just can’t.” I hold onto my dress running up the stairs, footsteps following behind me. My brothers voice speaking from a distance. He must be speaking to Lee. Before I can make it back to my room my Ma catches up to me yanking my arm, to stop me and get my attention.

“I had dreams for myself too. A dream where we both could’ve been happy. Where we both could’ve been. Not living with Pa and getting beat just because he felt like it - jjust because he was too drunk and he couldn’t think straight! Not a dream where I would marry I man I didn’t even know. Ma, please don’t make me do this. Ma, I beg of you.” I’m at her feet at this point my legs not being able to hold me straight up any longer. Swaying back and forth. Have I lost it?

She kneels down to look me in the face “It’s too late for that now y/n. Give me a chance, just this once? Lee’s a good man. He’ll take care of ya and your future kids. He got voted Sheriff honey now that ain’t so easy. You wont have to worry about nothing, he’ll be the man you deserve.  Holding my hands. Compassion. I don’t have much of a choice do I. If I don’t get married Dad’ll beat me to death. Collecting myself I soon head down.

Lee, sitting down on the beat up sofa. I make my way to him. Mom and Sam leaving us alone. He doesn’t look up at me, his head still in his hands. I don’t blame him. I can’t. To be in his shoes, I can’t even imagine. “Lee.”

“Are you alright?” He asks with what seems like genuine concern in his voice.

I nod. “Cold feet as ladies say it. I’m sorry.”

He nods. Putting his hand out forth for me to hold.

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The ceremony at the Church happens so fast and before I even notice we are having our celebration in the backyard that all the folks have it during summer, accept for us it’s in fall.

We sit at the table where the couples tend to sit and people coming forth to congratulate us. I drink for the first time to help ease myself, as I have heard it helps. Luckily Lee was answering all their warm wishes and questions if any. All I’m focusing on is keeping all the warmth I have with this little cropped fur coat. Paying attention to people chattering and drinking away. Harold? What is he doing here? I look to find mom in the crowd. Her eyes already looking at me sternly. What am I supposed to do? The weather gets colder and somehow, I start sweating.

“Congratulations on your marriage.” He says staring only at me, causing me to instinctively look at Lee whom is staring at me and him. “I really didn’t expect ya to get married y/n, especially to someone so old compared to ya self. But I guess it’s expected I mean ya Pa ain’t the nicest.” Harold says all the while grinning. I can feel Lee gripping onto my wrist. Tightly.

“Who the fuck do you think you are coming to my wedding and spewing all this shit to me. Boy.” Lee standing up so quickly from his seat the chair topples away. I grab onto Lee, holding him back so he doesn’t fight with Harold. Harold laughs which causes Lee to punch him square to his jaw. And before I even can do anything else a full fight breaks between the two and I just stand there watching as I cry inside.

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Harold was left bloody. And Lee and I head home. My new ‘home’. Lee slams the door after himself. Fisting my hands so tightly I think my nails are breaking the skin on my palms. Defensive. I feel the need to be defensive.

“Who are you Lee? Are you someone who just thinks out of anger and isn’t able to talk to resolve conflict? Or are you the person that the town loves so much.” The alcohol is truly hitting me hard.

“Forget about be. Who the fuck are you?” He says moderately loud “Start fucking talking or I bet ya it ain’t gonna be good for ya Hon.” I can’t reply it’s like my tongue is cut off. “Who the fuck was that kid?”

Swallowing. “I don’t have to answer you. I – I ain’t your property.” I turn heading to any room with a door at this point.

BANG. He slams his hand against the wall. “DO NOT! Do not walk away from me  when I ask you a question.”

I bawling at this point, not turning around to look him. “Mmaybe we aren’t mean’t to be L-lee. Why didn’t you just marry some other girl from this town.”

And before he says anything else I open the first door my eyes hold onto and shut it after myself. Sitting down on the bed I cry. Noticing soon enough that it must be his room. The door opens, Lee walking in to sit beside me.

I get up facing what would be the window, but is covered due to the blinds “Ccould you just give me sometime alone? Ple” his right hand grabs me from my jaw to make me look straight at him.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I please.” He spits out. Grabbing my fur coat and rips is off my body, turning me around so he can unlace my dress. He pushes me face forward to the mattress, I begin crying to scared to move. I here rustling behind me. Him behind me soon, smelling me. “We could’ve had it so nice but you really wanted to be a bitch. I really did want to take it nice and slow but you really lost that chance and instead I think it’s time for a lesson.”

And it all happens in a blink of an eye. Him putting his manhood in me. I grunt due to the foreign feeling in me. Is it suppose to hurt? “Oh hon, is it your first time he says while staring in between my legs.” I nod, my hands go up covering my face. “Honey, why didn’t you tell me? Is that why you were acting up? Cause you were scared?” He laughs, and stops his rhythm to move my hands away from my face. Kissing me. His hand exploring around my body, kneeding my breats slowly and softly. My hands instinctively go to his own, he grabs onto mine. Putting it on either side of my head, slowly moving his body again. In between my legs begin to feel hotter, wetter. Pain and pleasure mixing together. Clenching an unknown feeling washing over me, he soon whines? Breathing gets harder and sharper and soon stills. I stay still as he gets up to turn the lights off. Pulling the covers over the both of us, his left arm thrown over my body. Eventually drifting to sleep through silent crys.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: YES I MADE THE MEME ON THIS POST PLS DONT STEAL IT i’ll post it separately if u want i feel like im on a roll

prompt: @babiehonoret: “Hiiiii! Could you do a headcanon for what it would be like as Peter Parker girlfriend?💜”

peter was very new to the whole “dating” thing

but it didn’t bother you one bit, you loved how dorky and awkward he could get

you were both students at midtown high, you attracted his attention after rushing over to one of his science projects at (what seemed to be) random

it’s like he...sensed you

“hey, hi, sorry! i noticed that a pretty important piece was loose on here, which would either be anticlimactic or cause an explosion. i doubt you want that”

“wow, um, thanks a lot..?”

“y/n”

he got lost in your smile

“‘y/n,’ that’s a nice name.........oh! i’m peter, by the way”

“good luck out there, peter. i’ll see you around”

you got in second place at the fair

peter got in third

but he congratulated you and asked if you’d want to go and get pizza

which is a no-brainer

goofing off the entire time you guys were in the restaurant together

“peether! look at dis sheeze!!” (peter! look at this cheese!!)

*cue to an extra cheesy pizza stretching from your mouth to across the table*

and the peter realized you were perfect

he walked you home and it was a looong walk

but you guys enjoyed every moment of it

and as soon as you were home safe, peter rushed back to his apartment to gush to his aunt

“may? may! you’re not going to believe the day i had!”

“you won the science fair?!”

“third place, not important! i met the perfect person for me!”

he was literally jumping on the couch

it wasn’t long before you and peter were practically joint at the hip

his friends teased him so much

“so, when’s the wedding?” -mj

“very funny”

“please, parker couldnt score someone like y/n” -flash

you told your parents about him and they really wanted to meet him!!!

which scared him and his aunt had to talk him through table etiquette

“i dont think it’s going to be that fancy, may”

“it’s best to be prepared, come here”

she fixed his hair and did that thing where someone licks their thumb and wipes something off of someones face, you know what im talking about

“mayyyy”

the dinner went pretty good, all things considered

peter tripped over his words a whole bunch, your parents thought it was adorable

“so, y/n tells me you used to intern with the tony stark”

“y-yes sir”

you walked him out when it was time to go and gave him a peck on the lips that he couldn’t process

“goodnight peter”

and then just like that you were dating

but something seemed really off about peter

he was always sore, he’d disappear at random, and he had these faint bruises and wounds that he swore were from gym class

you snuck out to spend the night with him

may didn’t mind

“keep the door open three inches” -may

“sorry, she just finished season three of stranger things”

staying up late, way too late

peter was a new fan of cuddling

cant tell me aunt may didn’t try to bring out the baby pictures

you couldn’t get enough of it

after peter drifted off, you felt a bit cold

you tiptoed to his closet in hopes of finding a hoodie, but found a red and blue onesie instead

*confusion*

*realization*

*looking at your sleeping boyfriend, then the suit, then peter, and the suit*

“holy shit, no way...this explains so much”

grabbing a jacket anyways and laying down with peter again

sneaking back into your house the next day (no one suspected a thing)

you kept peters jacket, he insisted

popping up at school the next day with a hug from behind

“were you going to tell me that you were a superhero?”

you weren’t mad, just intrigued

he put the pieces together right there

“huh??? what??? i dont know what—”

“save it, i think its cool. just dont get killed and i’m all good”

“you are amazing...”

“says spider-man”

now that his secret was out to you, he’d stop by your house every once in a while

injured or just to say “hi” and “i love you lots”

the knocking on the window was hard to get used to

“shit!”

*peter waving with an awkward smile on his face*

he introduced you to happy

not on purpose, he was just with may and it was hard to ignore him

“y/n, this is...harold”

“since when are you calling me by my first name? happy hogan, it’s a pleasure”

peter is always late

and there have been several times hes had to “save you” (just an excuse to hang out while hes on patrol)

covering for him constantly

“oh, peter? yeah, he’s in the bathroom, i wouldn’t go in there. we had a taco bell date that he’s regretting right about now”

later on...

“mr. parker! hope you’re feeling better, try drinking some water”

“huh?”

peter’s the type of guy to send you memes from across the classroom then peering up at you to watch your reaction

Pete🕷💖: “sent an attachment”

Y/N✨: PETER STOP I CANT CONCENTRATE

you’ve definitely sang “the itsy bitsy spider” to peter

he cant decide if he loves or hates it

bonus if u start tracing his back it makes him tingly

“your hair is so fluffy!”

fluffing his hair while he makes his lips even thinner

awkward pda

but you give him cheek kisses before every class

spidermankissspidermankissspidermankiss (i had to)

school dances with you as a couple.....chaotic

also you punched flash one time after he called peter a new insult

flash is now a little bit intimidated by you

peter showed you how he makes his webs

“whoa, we could totally use this in b—”

“please dont say it”

“sorry i just like the way your cheeks get all red”

giggle fits that last too long

he has his arm around your waist a lot and it makes u feel all floaty

cant forget about his squad

mj and ned are protective of peter!!!

“if you hurt him we’re gonna come for you”

“yeah, that’s right”

they became your friends too

and you geek out together bc thats just what friends do

and i think thats it for now!

[goatbi]

Blast From The Past

The first time that Bubby heard about him was from Gordon, of course. When xyr son came home with hearts in his eyes, Bubby couldn’t help but ask what it was, and of course got far more information on a teenage love life than he might have wanted, but that didn’t matter. 

Years later, when the mere name of this man would break Gordon into tears, Bubby vowed he would hunt Him down one day, hurt him like he hurt Gordon. 

High school sweethearts, together through college, despite going to colleges across country from each other, Bubby hoped the gut instinct he had felt when he first saw Him was wrong. How completely xe hoped xe were wrong. 

When Gordon came to him in tears, a ring on his finger and a positive pregnancy test, Bubby continued to hope. That’s all he could do, of course, as a father. Gordon was old enough to make his decisions, and he was happy with these ones. 

The wedding was bright, wonderful, and Bubby sat in the front row, staring down the man marrying his son, and felt wrong about it. Wrong about the whole thing, and god, xe wished xe had listened to that gut instinct, it was the same one that xe had ignored years before. It had gotten him Gordon, so Bubby could never say he regretted it, and it was getting Gordon his son, Bubby’s grandson, but Bubby wondered, if it would have been different. 

Perhaps it could have been avoided. 

When xe woke up in the middle of the night four months after Joshua’s birth, rain pounding against the roof, and found Gordon at the door in tears, clinging to the little bundle that was Joshua, saying that He was gone, He had left them at some point, with no note, no text, nothing, Bubby wished. 

Gordon moved back in with him. It was fine, Bubby wanted him there, and Gordon couldn’t afford the apartment as a single father. Bubby didn’t mind keeping him here with xym, and Gordon needed the help. 

Tommy was indispensable to them at this point, and Bubby helped Gordon recover, wondering if it was an unfortunate truth to their family, to be hurt like this. 

Gordon’s father never returned. Bubby didn’t know if he hoped that Joshua’s would or not. 

Of course, the divorce papers showing up in the mail two weeks later did nothing but cement the fact that He was not returning. It pushed Gordon into a deep depression, only brought out by Joshua growing more and more each day. 

Gordon managed to pull through it, in the end, and forced it all behind him, forced himself to forget it all. Bubby and Coomer and Tommy stood by him, by Joshua, and Gordon slowly stood again, back on his own feet, and Joshua didn’t remember Him, but remembered his grandfathers, and saw Tommy as another father, and they didn’t push that, but let it happen. It was alright. 

After the space exploration, after almost losing his son, Bubby just wanted to go back home and rest. Gordon was staying with him once more, as Bubby still felt... wrong about the whole thing. Joshua, of course, loved spending time with his grandparents, so there was no complaints from that side. 

Enough things had gone wrong at this point. Bubby just wanted to be home and relax, which, of course, meant that wasn’t going to happen. 

One knock on the door led to it all. 

One knock, simple, loud, and Bubby stood, huffing softly as xey did, not quite wanting to deal with that, and moved over, opening it. 

Upon seeing Him, Bubby shut the door again, locking the top lock with no hesitation. 

“Oh- Hey, come on!” Bubby ignored it, eyes darting to the hall just as Gordon emerged. He had to have heard His voice, and the color draining from Gordon’s face said it all. 

“Go back to Josh’s room. Go.” Gordon didn’t argue, but stood there for a moment. 

“Please be careful.” 

Bubby scoffed. “Please. He’s the one who needs to be worried.” It got a smile out of Gordon, who then turned and went back into Joshua’s room, where the door was shut and promptly locked. Bubby sighed, turning to the locked door in front of him, before once again opening. 

He stood there. As if He could just come back, after everything. He smiled upon seeing Bubby, though it fell with the dark glare Bubby returned. “Hey-” 

“I will say this once, and once only. Get the fuck off of my property. You are not Gordon’s husband, you are not Joshua’s father, if anything, you are a stranger. If you do not remove yourself from my porch, I will do it myself.” Bubby didn’t let it out that he probably couldn’t do that, not like he used to be able to. That, however, did not mean that xe couldn’t call G-Man. Over eight foot, G-Man was intimidating enough that He would leave. 

“I just want to see my son.” Bubby full out laughed at that, a dark bitter noise. 

“Your son? So you’re saying you didn’t leave when he was four months old and you’re the one who raised him the entire time? You’re saying that you were the one who was there for him through everything, every single bump and bruise up to this point, you know he’s seven now? He doesn’t know who the fuck you are. Again. Get the fuck off my property.” 

He put a hand on the door, and, before another word could be uttered, Bubby pressed xyr full weight against it again, managing to get it shut, locked once more, sliding down to the floor against it, flipping out his phone. 

Gordon would like to see Tommy too, he was sure. G-Man could grab Tommy on the way over. 

G-Man answered in two rings, as G-Man always did, and, the moment Bubby said His name, G-Man was on the way. 

All the while He called out curses, blaming as many things as he could pull out of the air onto Bubby, onto Gordon, onto Joshua. Bubby pressed xyr back harder against the door, closing xyr eyes. 

When silence finally came, Bubby slowly stood, moving the curtains on the door to the side to watch as Tommy near lifted Him by his collar and bodily dragged him off the porch, as G-Man watched on quietly. Bubby unlocked the door to let the two of them in, smiling. 

“thanks for that. Gordon’s up in Joshua’s room.” He told Tommy as he came back up, smiling. Tommy nodded, and Bubby stepped to the side to let Tommy in, keeping careful eyes on Him on the side walk, but He made no move to come back up the driveway. 

“Are you two alright?” G-Man asked carefully, and Bubby nodded. 

“I didn’t want the chance that he could get into the house, and I figured Gordon would want to see Tommy.” Xey said, letting G-Man in, and shutting the door behind him again, locking it carefully. 

“Harold?” 

“I’ll text him.” Bubby said, pulling out xyr phone to do just that. G-Man nodded, and, moments later, Gordon came down with Tommy, Joshua hanging off of Tommy’s arm. 

“He gone?” Gordon asked, and Bubby unfronately shook his head. 

“I don’t think he’ll stay long. If he does, we’ll resort to drastic measures.” Gordon nodded slightly. “Just in case he decided the police need to be involved, find your divorce paperwork and the custody stuff.” Gordon hummed, and turned to do just that, flipping Joshua’s cowboy hat up a bit as he passed. Joshua laughed slightly, and dropped to the floor from Tommy’s arm. 

When Harold came home, G-Man stepped out to make sure He made no trouble for it. He was still there, but hadn’t done anything but kick over the trash can and scream at them from the sidewalk as they sat around inside, watching movies to drown him out. 

It was nearly dark when he left, and Bubby invited G-Man and Tommy to stay over the night, just in case. 

He returned the next day, and the day after that, and after that, and each time Bubby would draw the curtains closed, sit with Gordon and Joshua and watch movies, play loud music, anything to keep Joshua from hearing the loud angry man on the sidewalk outisde. Tommy took to sitting in the window when the curtains weren’t drawn, staring out at Him in silence. 

Eventually, He did call the police on them, for kidnapping his child. Bubby, as much as hated interacting with the police, was more than happy to turn it on him, and finally, finally, He was gone for longer than a day. 

Bubby could only hope He didn’t return. 

[ilovemyniece]

I've started a writing project. Its not finished yet. But still i hope you like!

Chapter 1 Chaos

   

    Today was like any other Friday. Stephanie Jones woke up to take Claire and Lily to the babysitter and to school. The only difference is that she woke them up a little early so that they could take Claire to Austin, the sitter, early per his request.

            As they were all getting ready Lily was putting the last touches on her poster for the cheer squad meeting later that afternoon. Lily finished her poster, rolled it up and set it down on the breakfast bar. She then ran upstairs to get a coat before her mother sees she doesn’t have one. While she was there she got a call from Joe, her best friend, about his night out on the town and how she should’ve been there with him and his boyfriend. Her mother came up and made her hang up and rushed her out the door. She hadn’t even realized she left the poster on the bar until she was dropped off.

    They arrived at the highschool to drop off Lily. As she was walking she suddenly remembered her poster on the bar and turned around and asked, “Mom can you drop off my poster before you get to work?” Her mother told her that they will be by later with the poster. Happy with the answer she told her mother and Claire goodbye. 

    Stephanie turned around and went home to get the poster. When she pulled up in the driveway she noticed Harold’s car was gone and so she assumed he went to work. She then went inside, to the kitchen, grabbed the poster and a light snack for Claire on the way to Austin’s, then went outside and drove off. Thirty minutes later Lily had her poster and Claire was on her way to the babysitter.

Stephanie and Claire pulled up to Austin’s. Austin walked up and got Claire from her mother with her bags. “How are you today Mrs. Jones?”Austin asked. “I’m doing well.”she responded. Austin grabbed the bags and sat them down in the house and went back outside to get Claire. “Have a good day Mrs. Jones. Claire tell your momma goodbye.” “Bye mommy.” Claire said sleepily. After everyone bidded each other fare well Austin and Claire went inside and Mrs. Jones went on her way to work. 

On her way to work she got a call from Harold. As she went to answer the call, the phone fell from her hand on to the floor. She went to reach for it when -BAM!- she rammed into the car ahead of her. Two more cars crashed into her, one from behind and the other from the side. She died when the car hit her from the side.The driver that had hit her from the side died on impact. The one that had hit her from behind made a phone call and then got out of the car as if they were okay and ran away. The driver of the car Stephanie had hit called 911 and told what happened.

When the police, fire department, and the paramedics arrived it was chaotic. Amongst all the chaos no one saw the man who ran away come back to watch. He waited until he saw Stephanie get put in a body bag. He then made another phone call to his boss. Once the call had ended he walked to the edge of the woods that surrounded and shot himself with a silencer. No one heard what had been said on the phone and no one heard the gunshot. Not with all the sounds of panic. On the other side of town at the Jones’ house, Harold walked in to grab a USB drive he left behind this morning. Instead he walked in the house to find it trashed and dialed his wife’s number to question her about the mess. He didn’t notice the figure in black creeping up behind him holding something. Harold tried to call his wife one more time when he got strucked from behind. He blacked out and when he came to he was tied up. He looked around to see if the person behind this was near by.

Harold caught a glimpse of a face. He knew her face. He was sure of it. When the woman came foward it all made sense. He knew exactly what was going on. Harold started to chuckle and says, “You can tell your boss I won’t be the only one who will be after them. Its just a matter of time before someone gets Lily and Claire.” The woman finally spoke and said, “Your group of awful people will never win. You will never win.” That was the last thing Harold heard before he was shot. No one heard the shot. Not a single soul.

The woman disappeared right before the police arrived. She made a phone call to a mysterious man. “Harold has been taken care of. Stephanie was taken out by the enemy before I could get her a protection detail assigned to her. He’s becoming a nuisance.” 

                Chapter 2 Lily

    When Lily got to school she went to the cafeteria to spend that time before class talking with her friend who was in cheer with her. As she was speaking with Kayleigh, her friend, she got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Lily, are you okay? You’ve been a little spacey.” a worried Kayleigh asked. “I don’t think anything is wrong. It’s just that I have a bad feeling, like something is going to happen.” Lily replied.

    The hell bell, as the students called it, rang for first period. Lily and Kayleigh got up and went to their respective classes. Kayleigh had Math and Lily had Social Injustment. Sometime during the beginning of the class Lily got called to the front office. As she walked up there the bad feeling got more intense. She walked to the door and knocked. “Come in.” the principal said with a slightly raised voice. She walked in and greeted the principal. “Hello Mr. Rogers.”  “Your mother dropped off a poster for you.” he said. She grabbed the poster from him and went back to class. Her day went really well until sixth period. She ran into a mean girl, who thinks she’s better than everyone. After that encounter her mood went real sour for the rest of the day.

    The last bell rang and every teen was out of their chairs on their way to wherever. Lily was on her way to the cheer meet. She met up with Kayleigh and together they walked to the meet. They got to the gym and went to the locker room to get dressed. They did their rehearsal for the game next month. The captain called all of them over to her. “Girls the posters need to be hung up by next Thursday. I think the flyers are ready to be put up too. So don’t forget to grab a stack of those as well. Lily, you and Kayleigh head to the south side of town to put up your flyers and posters.” she went on to tell everyone where to put their posters and stuff.

    Lily got a ride home from Kayleigh’s mom. As they pulled up they saw police lights at her house. Lily got out of the car and tried to walk into her house, but she was pulled back by an officer. “Miss you can’t go in here.” he said. “Miss you can’t go in there.” he kept repeating. Lily finally got the breath to speak, “I live there. That’s MY house. What are you doing here? Where’s my mom? Mom! Mom!” she yelled. The officer pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of Stephanie. “Do you know this woman?” he asked. Lily nodded her head. “I’m terribly sorry Miss. She died today in a very bad accident. How do you know Mrs. Jones?” he asked. Lily muttered that she was her daughter.

    Lily asked why they were at her house if her mother died on the road. “That brings up my next question.” he pulled out his phone once again and pulled up a photo of her father, Harold. “Do you know this man?” he asked. He knew the answer as soon as he saw the color drain from her whole body and she started to shake. She once again just nodded her head. “He’s my dad.” she uttered shakily. The officer then went on to ask her some more questions like if they had any enemies, if she knew anybody they might have wronged, etc.  After that the officer told her to wait there and walked over to another and they started to whisper. Then both officers walked back over to Lily. “Ma’am I’m going to need you to come with me.” the second officer said. 

    Lily went with the female officer to the station to answer some questions. “Where’s my sister? Have you picked her up yet?” Lily asked. The officer told her to not to worry that they will find Claire. 

   

                  Chapter 3 The Boss

    Austin brought in Claire’s things when Stephanie dropped off Claire. After she left he ushered Claire inside and put on some cartoons for her. “Are you hungry? Do you want some toast?” he asked her. She started to jump up and down saying, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over. He laughed at her childish behavior. He went about making the toast adding some peanut butter on top just how she likes it. He already knew what was going to happen to her parents. He felt kinda bad because now Claire has no parents like him.

    As he was putting the peanut butter up he got a call from Jamey, the boss, telling him that they, the parents, were dead. He was now supposed to take Claire to an empty park and wait til Jamey showed up. He let Claire finish her toast and then got her ready to meet the boss.

    Now Austin knew this was wrong. He knew he should take Claire to the police and tell them everything. And to get as far away from the boss as possible. He also wasn’t stupid either. He knew to go against the boss would mean a painful death and he happens to like his life. He loves Claire don’t get him wrong. He’s just in way too far to get the both of them out safely.

    Jamey, the boss, is a demon. He used to work for the government in a group called the Elites. The group was in charge of finding and protecting a child who will grow into her power and could change the fate of the world with just a blink of her eyes. Harold was also apart of the group. He ended up meeting a woman and they had a child together, Lily. Jamey wanted to tell Harold it wasn’t safe for his child, but he was afraid that if he did Harold would do something stupid. Jamey knew the group was corrupt, he just didn’t know how deep the corruption ran. One day he walked past a door and heard the leader and Harold speaking about Lily and what they were going to do to her once she aged enough. He didn’t like it not one bit. And so he vowed he was going to protect Lily at all costs. After he found out all that he left the group. He plotted against Harold for years. He also kept track of Lily’s life as well and noticed she was not the child they were looking for and so he felt that she was safe enough to back off a little.

    One year when Lily was fourteen her mother died. Jamey lost hope of ever finding the child after that. That was until he heard Harold married Stephanie who herself was an angel, a beautiful angel. Five months later they were pregnant with Claire and when she was born all the signs were there Claire was the child they were looking for. And so he plotted, plotted for years until he came up with a way to get the child. So that he could protect her keep her away from the Elites.

    The empty park, where they’re meeting, is where Austin always took Claire to play for the day. Sometimes Jamey would be there, sometimes he wasn’t. When they got there the boss wasn’t so he let her play for a good hour. Cause when the boss comes Claire is leaving with him and Austin goes undercover to get close to Lily.

    When Jamey arrived Claire was still playing. He let her continue so that he could talk with Austin. “I hope you’re ready to begin phase three, cause it’s going to start real soon.” the boss told Austin. “I know what I have to do. I know it will be hard at first but I will get it done. I promise.” Ausitn confirmed with a nod. Jamey called two guys over to grab Claire’s things. He then called Claire over so they could leave. The two guys stayed behind after the boss and Claire left. Austin was confused until he realized they were to beat him up so he could get close to Lily and find out everything she knew.

    After Austin got jumped the two men left. While they did all that Jamey was on his way to the mansion on the countryside. After he got Claire settled in he sent a message to Austin to begin phase three and to check to see if they had hurt him badly. Austin reponse pleased him. He went in to his study to have a drink. He needed to think of how to raise the toddler in his house who is currently sleeping and how to do it without raising too many questions about the child. After a few hours of pondering he decided to go to bed and deal with it in the morning.

    The next morning Jamey called Austin to see if he was okay. He loves that boy like his own son. Jamey decided to always protect him, he needed it, with all that he knew about the Elites and Harold. Not everything is as it seems in his world of demons and angels.

[millylotus]

Ender Bunn

Desert Bunnies

When my wings stretch out behind my back it feels like heaven. When they catch air in a way that seems to clean all the grime from under my scales I feel at peace. But when he used to rub my wings with ointments I didn’t yet understand. When he would clean and groom them, whilst I laid on my chest fully trusting my first love to take care of me, I was so happy.

I was overjoyed the first time we kissed, the feeling new and strange, but I could sense the intent behind it. He wanted to show his love for me in a way his people did, not just in the way my people instinctively knew. A single kiss led to a night I hope to never forget.

Her fluffy ears, just like her fathers in shape. She hatched from her egg just like I did screaming for food and missing the warmth of her shell. She was like me and like him. Purple tinted and End descended, but everything else was him. Her bunny ears, that pricked and twisted at the slightest noise, her nose that twitched at every new and intriguing smell in the area. Her legs grew strong and powerful just like his.

My little family, my everything. The husband who taught me how to live in the Overworld. My first daughter who seemed to be a shining beacon in my life, the first of many to come.

But what I didn’t know fully, as naïve as I was back then, is that beings of the Overworld and Nether don’t live as long as those of the End. He died in his sleep peacefully holding me as tight as he could, knowing he wouldn’t like much longer. We cried, the man we both loved, my first love, her only father gone with the wind. He was only fifty-eight, so young compared to my true age. But my body, unlike his, stayed the same, I would be twenty-three for a longer time.

She went next, but she died differently than him, no she died painfully slow. An arrow from those horrible pillagers ended my daughter, she fell in my arms. So you are only thirty years old, and only me to call home. My bouncing fire, my little cottontail sprite. My everything was gone. I buried them in the end. On an Island I claimed as my own. I made the altars and carved their names into the rock with our family tapestries standing tall behind them.

I wasted no time killing those pillagers, I savored their blood, and their jewels that I burned in front of their greedy eyes. I killed so many with over a thousand miles. I ended the reign of those terrible creatures with my claws and my jaw.

Leaving back to my graveyard I made a place around them. A grand spacious palace that would house my first family and my next ones to come. Made of dark purple blocks, and stone the color of cream, my den.

Returning to the Overworld gave me a bit of a start. I was Harold as the savior of the nation, the killer of the dastardly Pillagers. The King gave me a title.

The End Saint of the Desert

A title that I don’t flaunt but I still hold with a fondness and small sense of pride. I may be that of the End but at the very least I did some good for these people.

Desert Bunnies : Character details

Ender had only just recently come to Overworld. And traveled for a while before stumbling onto a small desert village. They first interacted with Co when trying to get a pork bun. He paid for them, saying that it’s the least he could do for a stranger who clearly wasn’t used to the area. He showed them kindness and taught them how to navigate the Overworld. Co would often marvel over Ender’s wings. They adored this attention and would often let Co clean and shine them just so he would be happy. Co worked as an aromatherapist (modern word) he would create perfumes, ointments, and soaps for the people of the village. Everyone knew Co, so everyone knew Ender. Ender for the first time in a long time felt like they were in a family, and for the first time ever they felt like they were in a community. Co and Ender’s relationship blossomed into something more one night on the rooftop staring at the stars, and soon they would welcome a new being into their family.

Soco hatched from an egg just like Ender. She was born screaming and crying, but so healthy and strong. The couple’s worries of a dragon/bunny hybrid put to rest at just how stable their daughter became. Her ears grew tall and pointed and her legs grew similar to that of a desert hare’s (just like other rabbit hybrids) she was a hybrid just like her father, but instead of her father gray fur, her’s was a lilac purple, that contrasted her mostly dark purple color scheme perfectly. Soco grew to be a rambunctious girl with a passion for heroism. Dreaming to some day rid the desert of as many dangers as possible.

Soco loved to fly with Ender. When Ender would lift her by her hands and take her high up into the sky to see the great expanse of the desert beneath her feet, she loved it. Soco became a Guard and would systematically attack pillager outposts that would get to close the village or any that caused too much trouble. She became a sort of town hero along with her fellow guards.

Co died at the age of fifty-eight in his sleep, right next to his spouse Ender. Ender and Soco were distraught, this being the first time Ender realized just how short non-enderian lives could be, and Soco losing her father. Only ten years later during a fight with Pillagers Soco was struck, she got back to the village before she died. But the healers couldn’t save her, she died in Ender’s arms.

Ender mourned their daughter’s death, burying Soco and Co in the End. Later letting their anger take over. Killing all the Pillagers in the area. They returned to the End and built a proper altar for their family. Along with a proper and extravagant den for any other thing they wanted to keep.

Later rewarded by the King for their slaughter of the Pillagers, Ender just wandered the desert not really paying attention to time, only ever really doing anything when the desert was in danger, killing its enemies.

Becoming The End Saint of the Desert

Choosing A Name

“Hey Ender, I just realized you never gave me your last name.” Co ponders while eating his shaved ice. The two were just hanging around today. Nothing really active considering that it had been hot as Nether for the past week.

Ender thought for a second before speaking. “Well I don’t even really have a name to be honest. I was only ever called Dragon or Solmai which means child so that doesn’t really count.” They took a bite out of their popsicle after explaining not really bothered by the fact. But Co most definitely was.

“Wait then why did you say your name was Ender, when we first met.” He was confused, usually Ender would just say things without realizing it so not knowing this was strange to him.

“Oh well I never really said it was my name. I actually cursed and said ‘Oh Ender’ like oh shit, ya know. Cause I didn’t really know what a name was at the time. And you seemed happy so I didn’t really think I got it wrong.” They just shrugged.

“Well if you never had a name why don’t we share one.” Co said, bouncing a bit the crate he claimed as a seat.

“Yeah sure, what you got in mind.” Ender adjusted their position so they weren't just laying flat on their stomach.

“Well my last name is Bunnix, so combining that with Ender might be hard.” He took a second to think, wanting to get Ender’s first name right. “What about Ender Bunn? Short and sweet.” Co blushed a bit, knowing that taking on someone's name would be an act of love.

But Ender didn’t seem to notice. They grinned, liking the slightly awkward combo. “Yeah it’s nice.”

The rest of the hot day was spent lounging in the shade of carpets strung between the houses and resting on empty but sturdy crates. Whilst eating delicious ice.

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Unreal Love Story “Henry Cavill” chapters 1-3

Sequel To My Story “Tom Hiddleston”

Summery

“ Tom Dear ! She is gone!” His mother says when her son barges thru her front door. Diana Hands a sobbing Charlie to His Stunned father Leading  them into the house to a computer sitting @ her kitchen table with a flash drive in it.    Just as Tom is about to say something . His Mom hush's them both and starts the video.   I start with calming Charlie through the computer.  “ Hello Little one . I'm am sorry I have to leave you so. But You are a strong young man . Sometimes even stronger than your father at times. Just know that I love you dear one and will always be your special friend . Now dry those tears and Go see Nanna . So Your dad and I can talk.” I said to Charlie thru the computer. Tom Knew after that our relationship was over maybe had been over for a while.

Chapter 1 

Numbness,& NASCAR

I couldn't Stay in London. It hurt too much all I saw was pain. I couldn't go home yet still felt like I failed myself some how so home wouldn't work. So I numbed myself out in Cali.   I did what I swore I wouldn't. I went full Party Girl. Between the parties ,clubs, Bars I was wasted most of the time.  But I knew that being In Love Like this before then Losing love has it's down side . Tom and I had been it for 3 years. But towards the end I was more His son's nanny than his girlfriend . Most of his friends warned me this was one sided . He never got over Sophia Di Marino ,Charlie's Mom. The split was Mutual. I'm Not mad to be truthful. Annoyed really that I let it go on this long ..

So California I went , to numb the hurt. I don't give a rat's ass what they say about better to have Loved crap ! It still hurt's dammit!  So Party Shannon I became. I still wrote my stories without impairment. By day I was the mildly hungover writer coffee in hand . Luca was still Daydreaming so I was still writing. But @ night Let's just say in the great words of Bill & Ted .” Party on Dudes” So I did. Shaking my ass Beer in hand in a club in south beach !  Rockin' out to Pink. I am vaguely aware I am Jamming with a rather large Englishmen Go Figure ! He has a familiar tone I can't place ,frankly all I see is curls ,beard & muscle , Cause I'm too drunk and don't care but he was hot and can grind Like no other. But even though I was no lady ,he was a gentleman And at the end of the night I was in my Hotel room clothes and dignity intact.

Woke the next morning with another hangover that I never use to get when I was younger. They still Suck! UGH! I'm about to start typing when I get a feed from TMZ. “TWH PROPOSES TO SDM!” I switch on my TV and sure enough The rock on her finger is massive and Charlie Looks so Happy .   The numbness lifts along with the pain . I can see the sun again so I finally pack my stuff .

But not for England . I head home. I decide I need time with my son . So Arkansas, Hot Springs that is.  Although when I get there I find out my son is in Florida . In Daytona Beach. At the Racetrack!  My nephew Christian and his wife Kiki took Lucas to a NASCAR race and Somehow Lucas Landed a job as head mechanic for Carlos Contreras's race team. Shocked as I was,  I get on a flight to Florida it is a good shocked but WOW.  I got a Hotel room and then went to the track . Took me a little convincing to get in  . Security walked me to the Pit where I found my baby boy covered in grease. Under a car . When Lucas jumped up and hugged me they left us alone . test moment's in a parent's life is seeing your child seceded at something he loves. This was Lucas's dream !Like writing is for me. It was his turn. Lucas Introduced me to Carlos with sparkles in his eyes . Carlos seemed to Like what My  Son does. Even tells me that Because of my Boy, Carlos has won 8 races. How more proud can I get I am in tears.  While I was here I went to a few races and Lucas and I raided the theme parks. Then one night Lucas had a grown up moment and told me I had to go back to the U.K.. He said I write my best stuff there and I need to make peace with Myself. How did my Autistic Son get so smart. Then he tells me. He is a big Guy now and He didn't need his Mom to hover.

Chapter 2

Something New

So once I'm back in London. I dust off My flat that Luke made sure I got despite me moving in with Tom. Besides writing, a few friend's gave me the intro to the London night life and I found a outlet to unwind . But I didn't drown myself like in Cali. But I still maintained my Party Mama status. Also I am exercising regularly, to compensate for the Night life . But I found that I have way's now that I am Back to make exercising fun. I do the Gym of course. But I also like rollerskating in Hyde or St. James park, when it's sunny. I found a Ice Skating rink that is 7 day's a week.  And there is a indoor pool at the Gym I go to. .

But I realized some things while I was home in the states. I can't ever forget where I came from . So I pay it forward to 4 special organizations for charity and I never write them off my taxes . I went back to church I actually found a Nazarene church in the U.K. Honestly Church is what keeps me semi sober in the clubs on Friday and Saturday. No hangovers in Gods house .So I have been busy. By maintaining the order of my life like I did way before when My soul purpose was being a MOM. God, Family Friends career is a new addition but not that high on the list.  

I found a way to keep myself going .My heart has even healed to a point and I am actually making good friends with “ The Hiddleston “ I can't even comprehend The fact that Sophia took Tom's name . I didn't think her agent's would let her do that. Any how I Am officially Aunty Shannon to Charlie and he even still talks to Lucas and they talk cars regularly according to Tom. As for right now though I'm actually doing more than writing I am at The Harold Pinter theater in London as a Producer and assistant to Kenneth Branaugh the director of a play Based on one of my fan fiction stories .  It's a Vampire Love story with a family twist.  No Not Twilight no blood sucking fairies here. But what has me excited is the cast . Tom is in it along a whole bunch of my fave idol's Including Henry Cavill as the male lead. . OK! I fibbed Kenny doesn't need me the whole time so I am writing when I am not teaching Charlie Who is acting for the first time. Tom is One Proud Papa! I will tell you what. And Charlie Looks like he is having a wonderful time despite playing a Girl demon!

also I do have a little Mystery of my own I am trying to solve. Every morning when I get to work. Yes I'm getting paid for this production. I go to my seat and drink my coffee but I find a different colored long stem lily in the seat . I asked Tom. If Charlie was doing it and I even ask Ken. None said It was them. Both even offered to investigate with me . Saying they have a little experience because they played P.I.'s

I was actually flattered I had an admirer. I just hope I won't regret taking the Lily more seriously. Anyway The play is gearing up for opening night I called Lucas's aide Reed to Se if He will be able to be in London for my Play . Which If it does well it will head to the States and go on Broadway.  Now tell me if that ain't totally awesome. I.K.R.  We as far as my Book's are concerned Luca start's Middle School. So Social interaction and puberty mixes in with his amazing world which should make for a wild ride for our readers. My honorary nephew is even reading them which make's my heart sing  Oh! So I don't leave it out my lily was Aquamarine and silk today not real but it had a pink bow and it sparkled . He-he! Who ever this is knows I like things that sparkle. It makes me giddy.

Opening Night!!!!

My Lucas is here . Looking Just Like he did Prom Night When he took my god daughter to the prom. My boy is So handsome. Lucas has been working out so My lucas is Tall and Jacked thanks to His Buddy Phillip Hull. We get to ride in a Limo It will be Lucas's first time in one. Me! I'm In all Red  Long red hair with a touch of gray at the temple and proud of it. A Long Jessica rabbit dress that sparkles in the light. Red flat's I ain't that crazy . It's gonna be a long night and I am in my 50's   Heels are not in the program. I had red cloves and a red silk Shaw. I felt amazing and all my boy could say is Wow mama Look Pretty! LOL! I am also excited not only for the play but according to the Little note I got with My Red Rose that was sitting in my seat on the last day of practice. I get to meet my admirer tonight too

So Lucas and I are off Lucas is Like a school boy Looking around and he is also a little nervous. I can tell he Keeps Playing with his collar and tie. I made sure Luke had a pair of ear buds and his fave music in a MP3. And sunglasses to help with Lucas's experience. Plus so he doesn't have to deal with the red carpet stuff Reed is here so Lucas will be with me only for a few pictures then Reed  will take him inside while I deal with the popularity this sold out play has caused . New York here we come!!!!!!

  Lucas went inside as planned. And Luke is by my side in his place as my escort. Luke felt I shouldn't be alone. Because of the split and Tom's marriage. Even though Tom and I are cool talking about and he is even here with Taylor so I'm cool. I was having lot's of fun taking little interview's and pictures and such. Luke always said I was surprisingly  easy going in the lime light and it shows tonight. `Sophia , Ken and I had some fun with the photo people and Kissed Each side of Tom's cheeks while he was trying to pic up Kenneth, then we Bent down to Kiss Ken's cheeks when Tom dropped him on his butt ,our booties where purposely in the air.  Let's Just say we made Kenny's night! I was all in good fun  Tom told me that Charlie was inside with new Hot wheels car's to show Lucas cause they are NASCAR ones.

Finishing up the pictures and fixing to go inside I was about to give up hope on there being an admirer. When I went to take one last. Picture, Henry Cavill came to Join me in the picture and whispered in my ear to Look down, as he grabbed my waist for the picture . I did. And their was a pink Lily and a white rose in his hand tied in a pink bow. Let's Just say that pic had my mouth hanging open and Henry laughing as we went in to the theater.  Let the new dance begin.

Lois Lane never Got Superman this way Ha! 

Chapter 3

Don't jump! One moment @ a Time.

As far as the play went it was as major success. I couldn't pay attention at all . I was staring at Henry the whole time In awe of all of this.As far as I was concerned it was like I had never tasted this before . I won't lie, it scares the shit out of me .  I was a ball of nerves the whole play . It was Thomas all over again. @ least that was what I thought. Until Henry asked if I would sign a book for is Nephews Daughter who has Down syndrome. I was politely surprised . He then introduced himself to my Son. Which Lucas can recognize any actor who has ever played a Superhero or villain . Henry was one of our faves. He asked if we wanted to grab a bite to eat . Lucas always could eat. Even in his 30's endless Belly! Can you see 3 adult's in fancy dress in Mc. Donald's. I Loved it Because Henry took the liberty to date Lucas first. To me that Mc. Donald's was 5 stars. The Limo dropped 2 very full and sleepy men at My son's Hotel.  I was sparkling in happiness. We pulled up in front of my flat but Henry wouldn't let me out yet. I think he wants to talk . So naturally I listened. 

fore I could even say anything He Quieted me and held my hand .  Baby Blues connected. Then he spoke. “ Shannon I know what you went through with Hiddleston. I grilled him after meeting you . Actually I'm kinda surprised he didn't rat me out. Story for another time. Now that you understand my intent. I want time. Time to know you. Also before you get nervous, will it help If I got permission from Lucas to date you and Charlie Hiddleston second's the permission. I'm normally a prideful Man But Shannon something inside Tell's me I am supposed to started something new with You. I want get to know you Date you proper. If anything let's see where it goes. Even if we don't connect more personally . We can at least catch a grind to a tune and groove like buddies”.

My breath hitch because I just realize that dude I was grinding with in California at that club. The English Dude. That was Henry!!!!! He notices my blush and Shakes his head showing me the bracelet. I smack his shoulder Laughing my Blush off. Then I told him I am willing to try and if all else fails Partying in New York won't get boring . Then he kissed my Palm and let me out . I gave him my # and told him to give me a call when he was ready to try. The Limo waited till I was Inside. But instead of Leaving The door opened and Henry came running up to me . Grabbed my waist, pulled me close and Kissed me.  We exploded!!!!

Hand in Hand at JFK airport Henry and I go straight to the Hotel .  No Not for that .  We came early so Henry  could as he says Court me proper. LOL!   There is nothing I'd rather do the then run all over NYC for the first time with Henry. I have jumped in fully no comparing to any other love . This is true Eros and I'm going with the flow. That was our agreement for each  other  the next morning after the Play. To Just Love & enjoy till the fluffy lady quits singing.

I exploded because of SuperMan!

{None of this story is real the pic are from Googles images !!!!!!!!!!!!}