#tw affair

[missxpip]

A town called Prose is home to || Piper Whitley || who is a || twenty seven || year old, || cis woman ||. They work as || an English teacher at the local high school  || and live in || The Lakehouses ||. in Prose, they’re known as the || Brittany O’Grady || lookalike. || she/her || They were shocked and appalled by the recent news, because they were || Whitley’s estranged daughter from his first marriage.

Piper affectionately known as Pip by the close people in her life is the second oldest sibling of the Whitley family. Piper was born in Prose and and grew up with the expectations and drama that came with being the daughter of Professor Whitley. However, Piper is close to her mother, who’s side of the family own an Inn and her father was the renowned Professor known for his writing and teaching at the local university. Though as much as Piper didn’t always see eye to eye with her father, she had a has always had a love for reading and writing. She has always had a creative side and loved both reading and telling stories, a trait Piper has gained from Whitley. 

Piper was determined and full of life from a young age. She is confident, bubbly and she has always been creative. She would sit in the garden or around her family’s inn and read for hours, and scribble down ideas in her notebook that never left her side. Something that has followed her into her adulthood, she is always writing down words and phrases that pop into her head. When she was younger, writing gave her an escape from her home life. From the pressures she often felt about getting straight A’s in school, to the arguments between her parents which she pretended not to hear. 

Piper was born from her father’s second marriage, which even to his death was one of his longest relationships. Her half brother James is from Whitley’s brief first marriage and is 8 years older than Piper. James lived with them throughout her childhood. Piper was close to James growing up, he was older and she depended on him a lot. She missed him when he moved away but she respected his decision, and Piper later followed in his footsteps when she also left for college. She was upset when her dad cheated on her mom but part of her wasn’t surprised, it was like another story in his life. She distanced herself from him in her teens, often having disagreements and moved into the inn with her mom. 

Although she is pretty introverted by nature, she has always been bright and a little playful. Piper enjoyed school, even if she hated to admit it. But she thrived in the private schools that her dad sent her to. She loved the opportunities they gave her. She was artistic, passionate and smart. She won art competitions and writing competitions, tool part in school performances and applying for university was something she knew she wanted. The young woman was excited to explore the adult world and her talents. Her strong education and extracurriculars secured her an ivy place and moved to study English and creative writing at Yale. Although her dad had initially wanted her to stay at his university, he was not going to stop his daughter from that opportunity. 

Piper fully embraced university life. Although she’d always been a little reserved, the new city brought her out of her shell. New experiences and friends encouraged her to become more confident and she found herself editing for the college paper, singing at karaoke nights, trying new foods and drinks, and falling in love for the first time. She’s a kind and dorky young woman and she makes the most of everything that she does in her life.

After university, Piper had no intention of moving back home, she spent some time working for a paper as an intern while studying her postgrad degree at Yale. She found she enjoyed tutoring and eventually went on to do her teaching qualification. Though with the news of her father’s death last year, Piper knew she needed to return home. They’d had a lot of disagreements but he was her father. And even with all his flaws, his sudden death was a shock to her. With her degrees and experience, she secured a role as head of English and arts at the local high school. She is now 27 and she is trying her best to live her life in Prose once again, and she still wonders if her dad’s death is a story.

[belmondxwolf]

A town called Prose is home to || Harriet Sterling || who is a || thirty || year old, || cis woman ||. They work as || a nurse || and live in || Drew Drive ||. in Prose, they’re known as the || Tahirah Sharif || lookalike. || she/her || They were shocked and appalled by the recent news, because they were || having an affair with Whitley and her two year old son is his.

Harriet, affectionately known as Harry, has always been a hardworking and determined young woman. Growing up, she enjoyed being surrounded by the greenery and the natural beauty of her parents’ picturesque home in Prose. Their large home had its own land and she spent her childhood riding bikes and climbing trees with her older brother. She was always full of life and as she grew, she’d spend hours with her sketchbook in the woods or helping her mom in the kitchen.

Her family were close, they all enjoyed their simple but fulfilling life in Prose. Her mom grew a lot of her own food and ran a small bakery. Her older brother is from her father’s first marriage, however, he lived primarily with them and Harry considers him to be her best friend. She grew up with her parents and older brother until she was 12 years old when she sadly lost their mother in a car accident. She’s never really talked about it to anyone but it has made her determined to have such a close relationship with her own son.

After losing his wife, her dad worked a lot, but he was a good father and looking after each other quickly became the norm for her and her brother. Despite losing her mom so young, she tried to make the most of her life in Prose. She embraced high school, she had friends and joined the art club. She was happy and she tried to make the most of every day. She had her brother she was close to, her father who supported and loved them unconditionally and she often found herself naturally cooking and looking after the two men. She enjoyed school, she was artistic, smart and had plenty of friends. She thrived into her teens, winning art competitions, meeting her first boyfriend and working part time at a local bakery. She even spent the summer before college working at a summer camp.

Harriet had always loved helping people, it was in her nature. She had a soft but firm temperament, she was caring and a bit of a perfectionist. She has always been a strong, energetic, sweet and very persistent woman. Naturally smart and a love for maths and science, she knew she wanted to go to university and she wanted to push herself. Being bold and many doors open to her due to her strong education, she moved to New York when she was eighteen, studying nursing at university.

Harriet loved learning and she enjoyed university, she was kind and driven and found herself a group of friends. It was a big change from her life back in Prose but she loved it. She excelled in her placements and when a job came up in the local medical centre back home, she knew it was meant to be. 

After a couple of years of working, Harriet decided she wanted to further her education and become an advanced nurse practitioner. It was there at the university she met Professor Whitley. The older man was charming, he had a way with words and he made her feel special. After a couple of relationships that had gone nowhere, it was nice to be treated well. Even if Harriet knew it was wrong, she enjoyed the secret and the rush of meeting up with him. Though getting pregnant was never meant to be a part of her brief affair. 

Harriet has never told anyone that Whitley is the father of her child. Not even Whitley himself. His recent death last year was a shock and just a year after the birth of her son. Part of her regrets not telling him about the baby and she couldn’t tell anyone that she was mourning the late professor. She’s very protective of her child and she’s very wary about letting people into his life. However, she’s still that strong, bubbly, and determined woman and she refuses to let anything drag her down.

Harriet has worked as nurse practitioner in the small town for a couple of years now and she enjoys her work. She loves her home and she wants her son to grow up in the same way she did, enjoying the nature and fresh air surrounding Prose. She’s just always slightly on edge that someone will find out her secrets.

Wanted Connections:

Older half brother (35ish)

Childhood friends/ school friends

Ex boyfriends

Colleagues at the medical centre 

[ofxtaintedxwhitelighters]

✧.* { CODY CHRISTIAN & HE/HIM & CIS MALE & 21 } is that HENRY GILBERT who’s come back from the future ? they’re JEREMY AND APRIL AND ZEN’S ADOPTED kid, right ? i’ve heard they can be pretty AGGRESSIVE. how typical for a WITCH/WHITELIGHTER. i guess they must rely on their ATHLETIC side shining through. rumor has it they’re trying to hide THEY HAVE BEEN FEELING LIKE THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY, but that’s probably just noise…

STATS.

full name: henry noah gilbert

nicknames: noah (preferred name to most), harry

age: 21

birthday: may 8th

zodiac: taurus

species: witch/whitelighter hybrid

gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him

sexuality & romantic orientation: pansexual & panromantic

BIO

Henry was born during and illustrious affair between a witch and a whitelighter. Since these reunions were forbidden, Henry became the target of attacks and it wasn't too long before a sleuth of supernatural species attempted to kill him. It was only when a hunter - Jeremy gilbert- was tracking one of the attackers, the he was saved from death. His mother had sacrificed herself for him and just as he was about to become another victim, Jeremy killed the attacker. Unable to leave a defenseless baby, Jeremy took him home and soon henry was integrated into their family.

Growing up, Henry wasn't any wiser to his parentage and when it came to him coming into his powers as a witch, he was at a loss as the only people who could answer his questions were asleep. Henry accepted it but it soon started to make him feel like the odd one of the family.

Now he has come into his whitelighter powers, he is starting to think there is more to it and questioning everything. However his main focus was to try and get his parents back.

Now he has arrived back in the past, he is confused about everything and wondering his something as simple as stepping on a butterfly could change their whole future.

[coradeveraux]

😠 - what is something or someone your muse has ever hated or hates

"Pickles. And my mother having a whole-ass love affair with some rich guy who, by all accounts, was a jerk when I thought she was madly in love with my father. Only fighting out after her death didn't help either."

[stxriesfromash]

Headcanons / NPCs

Abraham

Family

Alexander Thompson: His legal father; unbeknownst to him or his 'son', he is not Abraham's biological father - he is, in fact, his paternal uncle. Works as the head of a hospital's legal department. (FC: Mark Hamill)

Elizabeth Thompson nee Peters: His mother, a jeweler, who had an affair with her brother-in-law that conceived her son. She had never gotten along with her husband's brother, but while drinking her sorrows away after a very intense argument with her husband, she seduced Augustus Thompson (he gaslights her in saying that she took advantage of him all the while having no issue sleeping with his brother's wife). (FC: Cate Blanchett)

Augustus Thompson: Abraham's biological father, legal uncle, and criminal mentor. He was estranged from his older brother for a long time before Abraham came along, but Alexander always tried to mend their relationship. To this day, only Augustus and Elizabeth know the truth about Abe's paternity. Abe's mother tried so hard to keep her son away from him, but often Augustus would weasel his way into Abe's life by gaslighting, blackmailing and manipulating Elizabeth, and he absolutely does not care. (FC: Mark Sheppard)

Henry: Abraham's dark ish gray colored French Bulldog, his child, his baby, his little boy that could never do anything wrong even when he shits on and eats things he isn't supposed to. He is four years old.

[politijohn]

Source

Source

[aylincetin]

Is that AYLIN CETIN that I see over there? You know they have quite the reputation by of being the HOPELESS ROMANTIC around town. The 29 year old has been around these parts for 11 YEARS and within that timeframe has landed themselves a job as a/an WRITER while living in SYCAMORE VILLAGE I overheard that they can be quite COWARDLY but their saving grace is that they are LOYAL. They remind me of FRESH SETS OF PENS, FLOWER CROWNS, THE SMELL OF HOMEMADE COOKIES but you’ll have to decide that for yourself.

BASICS

FULL NAME:  Aylin Cetin

NICKNAME(S): Ay, Lin, Ac

AGE: 29

DATE OF BIRTH:  February 2nd

PLACE OF BIRTH:  Adana, Turkey

CURRENT LOCATION:. Sycamore Village, Ravenswood, VT

GENDER: Cis Woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

OCCUPATION:  Writer/Author

FACECLAIM: Pinar Deniz

HEADCANONS

Her first book was about her father and the aftermath of her mother’s affair. It was a story about redemption and perseverance when all seemed to be lost. It resonated with a lot of people.

Her second and third books were romance novels. She’s currently in the process of writing a fourth book, following the story of her own personal life.

Pink is her favorite color but she has a love for the color teal.

She’s a sucker for a good rom com movie.

Her daughter has two black cats named Binx and Salem.

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warning: cheating/affair, pregnancy

Aylin was born on any ordinary Sunday after family dinner to two young adults trying to make a living in Adana, Turkey. They were high school sweethearts whom thrived to show everybody that they could make something for themselves. Both parents moved on to bigger and better things, attending college majoring in law and English. Aylin could be found sitting next to her mother playing with her toys while the teachers lectured or running around the day care center that they found right outside the college.

Her life growing up was mediocre, but she was happy and healthy and that was all that mattered to the Cetin family. Seven years later and Aylin was walking across the stage with her father when he got his law degree and they moved to their first house shortly thereafter. He got a job as a defense attorney for one of the biggest law firms in the city while her mother got a job as an English teacher at one a private school. Her childhood was anything but boring and she was always running around with her friends. Fast forward to age thirteen and her mother was caught having an affair with one of Aylin's teachers. Her mother moved out and she stayed with her father. Writing became an escape from her reality and she fell in love with storytelling.

By the time that she graduated, she had written her first book. When she turned eighteen, both her and her father moved to the states for better opportunities for the both of them. Her uncle lived in Vermont so they stayed with him for a few months before Aylin moved out to her own small apartment. It was then that she had a one night stand with someone that she met at the bar and a couple of months later, she found out that she was pregnant. She tried to get in touch with the guy but the number was disconnected and the name given was fake.

Months flew by and during this time, she had her first book published by an independent agency and it actually succeeded more than she thought it ever could. She soon gave birth to a little girl, Anya who became the light of her life. She continued to write and over the course of the past eleven years, she had written two more books and moved into a home for her and her daughter. Anya has been asking about her father more recently so Aylin is trying to figure out what she wants to do.

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: dbf!Joel x reader

Summary: it’s my take on what illicit affairs means. Every time I listened to it I imagined Joel, specifically dbf Joel. I hope the swifties go *easy* on me and pls don’t say anything if you didn’t like it.

Warnings: angst. And more angst. Swearing, forbidden relationship, arguing, fwb, alluded age gap but not specified. Use of nicknames (kid, baby……don’t look at me ok I didn’t do IT), reader is not physically described, no use of y/n. I think that’s everything but tell me if I’ve missed something! || wc: 1.8k || a/n: I love you @planet-marz1 for beta reading this & all my babies who held my balls and pushed me through this <3 thank you thank you thank you. ||

He was someone you should have never been attracted to. Your parents’ friend, a family friend. Someone they trusted to watch over you if they left town, to check on you as if he cared about you. No one noticed the lingering stares frequent more and more with each stop at your parents home. No one noticed the way you returned the gazes at him, the longing feeling of wanting to feel his mouth all over your body with his hands not far behind to get any spot he missed. It all came together when your dad had a party, the champagne coursing inside you and giving a little liquid courage. Joel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and it didn’t feel wrong, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it was. Nothing more was going to come from this, it was just a fling for the night and you’d go right back to how things were. At least that’s what you told yourself when you kissed him in the laundry room, the soft orange glow casted over you two from the street lamp outside.

Yet here you are months later, telling everyone you were going out for a walk, already covering up your demeanor for when you return. Joel parked down at the end of the block and you found yourself reciting that you can always stop this whenever you wanted to. He’s careful not to sit there for too long after you get inside his truck.

“Did anyone see you?” He asks, wiping over his mustache quickly while he looks in the rearview mirror about a dozen times.

“No, they didn’t see me.” You mutter from behind your hood. You reached out to grab his hand from his thigh, tucking your fingers between his palm and the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay, good. Good. Missed you.” He says as he pulls into the same vacant lot as last time. It wasn’t always like this, parking here behind the abandoned mall. He used to book hotel rooms for you two so you’d feel safe with him, feel special. The red rose petals scattered everywhere on the floor and the bed no matter how cheesy it was, you liked it. It was a scarlet colored secret between only you two and it was thrilling to keep, in a way. The more you met up with Joel, the less distance he put in between your town and the lucky room for the night. Nights turned into a couple hours, which slowly morphed into quick meetings here, in this empty parking lot to an abandoned mall.

“Thanks for not wearing that perfume this time, doll. Almost got caught last time because I smelled like you.” He tries to lighten the mood as he shakes your thigh gently. It was the perfume he used to love when you’d wear it, the one you had on that night the first glance he took of you started this entire affair.

It became harder and harder to not hide your scent on him when he’d come over to your parents house as if he wasn’t just with you. Your dad would ask why he smelled of your perfume, Joel turning to you so you have to lie and say you greeted him outside before letting him in. Couldn’t leave a trace of you in his little world no matter how badly you wanted to. To desperately leave a subtle token of you on him, that he was yours, that this older man wanted something to do with you.

Joel wastes no time getting your navy blue hoodie off your torso and his lips on your neck, telling you once more that he missed you all day. The same words he spoke before suddenly didn’t make your heart flutter after the hundredth time hearing them. The smile doesn’t form as wide as it once did when he calls you ‘baby’. Funny how that works, finally getting what you wanted to hear him say and it wasn’t holding its weight anymore like in the beginning. They were just words you were taking for what they were; sweet nothings. You two developed a look to share while with others, a little nod of your head towards outside when you needed to speak in private and say what you couldn’t in front of anyone else or just needed to be close to one another. Those moments kept you wanting more from him, every single time.

Behind closed doors seemed like the only time you were everything to Joel, it was the sliver of time you got validation that he even liked you. He grew paranoid and tended to be cold when he was around your parents, no eye contact, hardly any conversation shared with you. When you were alone in the backseat with the sweat drying on your back as you laid against his chest, you were the one he wanted to be with…until it was time to come back to reality and get dressed like nothing happened.

“You don’t even look at me anymore when my parents are around, you’re acting too suspicious, Joel.” You mutter, dragging your thumb across his shoulder as you stared into the fabric of the seat behind him.

Time and time again you so desperately wanted to go public with Joel but every time you mentioned it he got upset, telling you that would be the dumbest thing to do. According to him, it was best to keep meeting in the back of his truck for a half hour and being dropped off with one less piece of you each time. You no longer felt like his baby anymore no matter how many times he called you that. Not a single thing he mutters to you while he’s on top of you in the truck replays later as you try to sleep like the early days. It was becoming more and more diluted with each quick goodbye kiss.

Joel pulls away and sits up straight, moving his hand to your thigh and giving a squeeze.

“Don’t do this right now, kid. C’mon, you know how I feel about ya.” His head hangs for just a moment as if you scolded him. Pulling his head up to look at you in the eye, Joel cups your face softly before speaking again.

“I’d lose so much if I told everyone about us, you know that right? You’re dad would probably beat my ass and never talk to me again, I don’t think any of our friends would honestly. I’d lose so much if everyone knew, not just you.” He sighs tiredly and lets go of your face and sits straight up in his chair before putting a hand over his mouth and the other on the steering wheel as he looks out the window to the empty lot, rain clouds scattered above and turning everything gray.

Was that all he was worried about, losing your dad as his friend and the other so called friends he had? Really?

You wait for what feels like forever before you scoff and sit back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest, feeling like nothing but a godforsaken mess for putting yourself in this situation.

“I thought you liked this..” He waves his hand back and forth between you two without turning back to look at you. “...This works, this is easy and it’s safe. Why do you wanna ruin somethin’ like that, baby?” Joel chews on his cheek waiting for your response, hoping somewhere in his words that it clicked in your mind to keep this between you two.

“I did like this, Joel. I liked being your little secret in the beginning. Learning our little unspoken language and how to find you during parties when you wanted to see me, staying out all those nights with you and we’d talk about everything and you’d drop me off in the morning before my dad woke up to see me sneaking in. I did…like being your secret. We started doing things that couples do, real couples. Why is it so wrong of me to want tha-?” You ask firmly, feeling your heart beating in your throat when he cuts you off with his booming voice.

“Because we can’t! We just can’t! I’m sorry, kid. You know we can’t do more than this. I’m sorry. You’re a beautiful and talented human being, you can g-” Now it was your turn to cut him off.

“Joel, don't even give me that shit. I don’t want to hear that.” You turn in your seat to fully look at him, eyes not leaving his face for a second.

“Do you understand how much I would lose if we went public with this? I’m willing to throw all of that away to be with you. That is how much you mean to me. You mean more to me than my dad potentially not speaking to me ever again, possibly being kicked out, shunned, all of it. I don’t want anyone else but you, okay?” You had found your voice halfway between your counter argument, and damn did it feel good.

“Kid…we just can’t. I’m sorry. We can still be friends and I’ll always be around if you need me. I just, I think I put you in too deep with this.” His eyes flick between himself and you. The only noise audible was the rain pattering down on the windshield, thunder booming softly after a few seconds.

The tears sting your eyes and cascade down your warm cheek.

“Baby..” Joel coos and tries to wipe your tear away but you turn away before he can get close.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby.” He sighs with obvious frustration at your words and tucks his hand back next to his side. The hurt mixes with rage and the tears keep rolling down your face, Joel sits there unsure of what to say.

“Look at me, Joel. Look at this idiotic fool you’ve made me. Sitting here begging someone to be with me and love me so loudly, all the while it’s not reciprocated. You don’t want to show everyone how much you want to be with me, you just want to keep me a secret. Take me home, I’m done.”

You grab your sweater off the backseat and put it back on before buckling up once more.

“Kid, I’m-“

“Don’t call me that! Take me home, or I’ll walk.” You shout, the crack in your voice making your tears flow faster. Joel looks away and turns the truck on, driving back to your street in complete silence. He barely turns the corner at the end of your block and you get out without another word spoken to him. It was the one and only time he watched you get inside the house.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Shrek had died, Puss in Boots hopped on a plane and flew to Peru to escape the cops, and in that time Lois Griffin from Family Guy and the Dragon from Shrek had an affair and ran away together to get married.

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

Stiles and Scott are in the throes of a passionate and non-amicable divorce.

[phoenixyfriend]

Possible verbiage for calls to senators and representatives, emails to the same, and public calls to action:

This past weekend, an American service member, active duty, self-immolated in front of the Israeli embassy in Washington DC. We are told that this man, Aaron Bushnell, age 25, truly believed in the ideals espoused by the US military, that he truly believed in liberty for all and a person's right to self-determination. What he did was not an act of mental illness, but rather an act of protest. It was premeditated. It was clearly stated. It was public, and recorded, and he has died making a statement, and it is truly inappropriate to try and dismiss it as simply a matter of mental illness.

It's a tragedy, but he is someone who has made choice to follow in the footsteps of many who have come before. Self-immolation is, after all, a protest tactic that has been in use for centuries, including in the US. If you have any true care for military personnel and veterans, as you and so many other politicians claim to, then you should be asking yourself, "What it is about this war that has caused such a choice in someone who really and truly believes in the ideals that the US claims to uphold? What it means that someone in this military, in this country, cannot stand to continue being part of that institution, in light of what the United States is enabling with aid packages to Israel, and refusal to enact any kind of censure?"

What caused the death of Aaron Bushnell was not a mental health crisis. It was a humanitarian one.

If you claim to care about protecting children, Israel must be censured. Israel must be sanctioned. Israel must be stopped.

We are seeing Israel seed the beginning of its own future devastation. It has created thousands, if not tens of thousands of orphans, and has reportedly disabled the majority of the children in Gaza, from what we are hearing. Israel has also demanded the dismantling of UNRWA, is even now blocking aid trucks and has been for weeks, despite the fact that the agency is currently the only thing that appears to be standing between the children of Palestine and death, between everyone in Palestine and a death by mass starvation. We know, have now gotten confirmation from the World Health Organization, that a famine is in progress. If you care about any power that the United Nations should have to prevent atrocities, then Israel must be stopped. Aid must get to the children, and to all the civilians of Gaza who are currently dying of bombing, and hunger, and disease.

Civilians are exiting to Egypt, a country that is already unstable, not yet having recovered from the Arab Spring. The economy of Egypt is already under strain, from the Civil War, the new administrative capital, the reduction of traffic in the Suez, and they have not yet cleared themselves of the Muslim Brotherhood. Will those orphans Israel created be found by extremists who share many of the same goals as the one that Israel claims to be trying to extinguish? Will Israel start a war with Egypt when those children they have orphaned in Gaza grow old enough to seek revenge? What of its other border, where Hezbollah has increased attacks, or the months of impact by Yemen on international trade? Israel is not extinguishing the threats to its people, but increasing them. If you care about Israeli civilians, as you claim, then Israel must be stopped.

Recently, in Russia, a political opposition member died in an arctic prison under mysterious circumstances. This was very high-profile, and the US enacted sanctions within a week. Those sanctions were deserved, yes, but it is a very poor look on behalf of the United States that we enacted sanctions on Russia for the death of one man, but nothing on Israel for the death of nearly thirty thousand, half of which are children. If you care about the reputation that the United States has on a world stage, Israel should be under censure.

And finally, if you care about your own party and your own hide, Israel must be stopped. You are losing Michigan. You are losing Georgia. You are losing Arizona. Some of these states won us the 2020 election. Some of them won on the power of the Arab-American vote. We cannot afford another four years of Trump.

Even if you don't have the heart to care for the hundreds of thousands of children that are dead or dying, you should have the brain to care about Michigan.

A member of the Air Force died to make you listen. A loyal soldier to the US decided that rather than die for his country fighting a war, he would die to stop one.

Listen to him, and to all who tell you that the US cannot be complicit in what, every day, is more likely to be remembered forever as a genocide.

(Call your reps)

(A more general post on how to talk to your reps)

This has not been proofread but I keep rolling phrases around in my mind and had to get at least something down in the page.

[softpine]

so be it, i’m your crowbar

[transcript]

[ofxtaintedxwhitelighters]

✧.* Is that ( HENRY NOAH HAYES ) walking through the town? They bear an eerie resemblance to ( CODY CHRISTIAN ) but HE IS nothing like them, rumor has it they are an ( 19 year old WHITELIGHTER/WITCH). We’ve heard that they’re ( + ATHLETIC - AGRESSIVE ). 

STATS.

full name: henry noah hayes

nicknames: noah (preferred name to most), harry

age: 19

birthday: may 8th

zodiac: taurus

species: witch/whitelighter hybrid

gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him

sexuality & romantic orientation: pansexual & panromantic

BIO

Henry was born during a forbidden affair between a witch and her whitelighter. After his birth to keep him safe, his parent's went their separate ways and during the first few years of his parents were worried he would be target of attacks to rid the world of what is considered an abomination. His father would keep in regular contact but as he grew he felt he never had the relationship with his father like other boys had.

As he came into his powers, his father began to come around more and taught the male how to harness his powers and how to try and control them while they interacted with his witch powers. His mother soon discovered the Salvatore school and, Henry was sent to their for protection and to harness his abilities as much as they could understand the battle inside of him.

Once at the school it took a while for Henry to come out of his shell and soon became a popular athlete at the school but was known as being irrational at times - which was a result of his internal battles making his emotions unstable at times.

Now at the age he is able to leave for college else where, Henry has decided that staying at the school to continue his studies and even help others may be the best thing for him in order to keep his powers active and balanced.

[grayluforever]

He’s not even really a good dad either since he doesn’t know a thing about Octavia’s interests and uses her as an excuse to leave the house

[maurawrites]

Santiago Cabrera as Xabier Etxarte in COVERT AFFAIRS

[mhathotfic]

I wanted to do some emotional cheating hcs with (Yn) as the other woman. I have posts saying how I think it’d play out with Sero so I thought I’d start with them since the ground work is done. Feel free to request others!

Warnings: emotional cheating (a situationship that was broken off physically but not emotionally), afab reader with she/her pronouns, vaginal sex described, oral (female and male receiving), jealousy, written with plus size reader in mind

Pairing: Hanta Sero x reader

-It was just a casual fwb arrangement

-Just two friends with high drives helping each other out between relationships

-That’s what it was supposed to be, but just a friend doesn’t know all your favorite positions, doesn’t know how you taste, doesn’t invite you over to fuck you stupid every time they’ve had a bad day

-And just a hookup doesn’t know your shoe and dress size or your favorite restaurant and certainly wouldn’t have charmed your family or even get you incredibly thoughtful gifts

-So of course it felt like a slap to the face when he tells her he met someone so they should stop

-Felt even worse when he went back to treating her like just his best friend and insisted they meet

-His new girl was pretty and tall and thin

-Thinner than herself, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he called it off because of some shallow need for a more conventionally appealing piece of eye candy

-Well, at least at first, but things didn’t seem any different between them aside from the lack of sex

-He still called often and she knew it must’ve made his new girlfriend furious because he was always so quick to get off the call when they got back from whatever they were doing

-He still bought her nice gifts for holidays and her birthday, much nicer than you should for a former fling

-And it was cruel, she knew it was, but she took satisfaction in knowing that they were rocky in their relationship

-He confided in her too often

-She knew he hated their friends and them his and how he wished it was easier like it is with her

-She guessed that’s why he’s been leaving hangouts so early, new girl must’ve been calling him away out of jealousy

-She couldn’t blame them though

-And apparently they were a bad cook since he always complained about how he missed when she would cook for him the mornings after they’ve spent the night together

-She had fun teasing him about how he should be careful or she’ll start to think he was flirting with her and start drama for him and his girlfriend about it

-Of she knew she already did though

-She’s heard all about how he ended up in the dog house when he got back with leftovers she’s packed for him to take

-And she’d take a wild guess and say he wasn’t getting enough attention from them because he seemed rather concerned with what or who she did in her free time

-Paying way too close of attention to Mina’s gushing about some guy she wanted to hook her up with and ignoring the conversation he was actually a part of

-She made a show of considering and watched him get more agitated out the corner of her eye until he found an excuse to borrow her for a moment to question what she was doing

-“What? Am I supposed to stay single? Might I remind you you’re dating someone who’s not me Hanta?” “Please (Yn), that guys not even your type. Why pretend—” “You sound jealous, if you don’t want me seeing other men fine, but either make up your mind about who you want or let me make it for you and live my life”

-He wants to argue, make some type of joke about it, anything but admit he’s being an ass, but he knows she’s right

-It shouldn’t bother him this much and it’s not fair to the girl he’s got waiting at home

-Does he even want who he has at home? Maybe they should take a break?

-They do and he knows he shouldn’t have, but he ends up in a familiar bed with a plush warm body that just feels so right to be inside of

-And he realizes he missed this, missed the way his name rolls off her tongue when his tongue is working her to her peak and how her lips felt wrapped around him

-Missed watching how her ass bounced when she rode him reverse cowgirl and how she’d talk back when he’d dirty talk her

-Missed that pretty fucked out expression she’d make when she was satisfied

-He can’t go back to his ex and he definitely can’t just be friends with (Yn) anymore