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the housekeeper pt 2

Pretty smutty, but I wanted to try and get more of a storyline going

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Ever since you left Emily’s, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. How she had her hands on you, her perfect lips and skin glistening with sweat while she was fucking you. It was a slight distraction throughout your next work week. Another thing you couldn't seem to shake. Emily hadn’t reached out at all. You’ve checked your email multiple times a day and still, nothing. You figured it was a one time thing because she probably would’ve gotten in touch right?

It was a Friday, and you were just finishing up your last client for the week. You knew the night would consist of a “Friends'' marathon and a bottle of wine to yourself. You got in the car and began driving back to your apartment. You couldn’t help but dread another night alone. You could’ve so easily just drove to Emily's place. Maybe it was me? Maybe she was just looking for a quickie? You couldn’t help but let your mind wander the possibilities of never seeing her again, but couldn’t seem to wrap your head around it.

Once you finally arrived home, you went and took a shower and then sat at the couch with your bottle of red wine. Wine glass filled, you laid back and enjoyed the show. It was a show you've seen numerous times but it never got old. It was something light and you didn’t have to focus. It was kinda hard to focus anyway because you couldn’t stop thinking about Emily. 9 PM rolled around, the bottle of wine was finished and you were dozing off. It was a long day so you needed some recovery time anyway, why not an early night? That's when your phone went off. To your surprise, it was an email from Emily. She asked if you could clean tomorrow and she would pay extra. Was it going to be the same as last time? What did she want out of this besides cleaning? Was it just for a fuck? your mind couldn’t stop thinking about all the possibilities. you knew you were getting too old for the one time thing. you just wanted someone who was yours. But you put all that aside and emailed Emily back. you just wrote that you would come tomorrow morning like last time. she emailed back quickly with a “thank you” and you left it at that.

it was just work, it’ll be fine.

you continued to doze off on the couch after your long day, thinking about all the outcomes of going over Emily’s tomorrow. she was lucky because you usually didn’t work on the weekends anyway.

your alarm went off at 8am and you jumped right out of bed. you immediately got in the shower. Once you were out, you picked out a nice set of matching underwear just in case, but put in your regular cleaning clothes. you gathered all your supplies and got in the car to head there, it was almost 10am.

you sat in the car for a minute, the nerves really started to build up. you couldn’t help but be a little excited to see the beautiful woman. you felt the ache between your legs while remembering what happened last time you came to her place. you took a deep breath and then got out of the car, supplies in hand, and headed to her door. Once again, you didn’t have to knock before she opened the door with a smile.

“hi y/n, please come in.” you entered her apartment, memories flooding back. you couldn’t help but notice a small bulge in her pants.

“I'm glad you were able to come over again, this place is a mess and I have no desire to clean.”

“oh it’s no problem Emily.” your voice trembled as you glanced down at the bulge again. she noticed and bit her bottom lip with a smirk.

“Well, I'll leave you to it then. I just have to make a couple stops and I'll be back to pay you.” you couldn’t even speak, all you could do was nod and she smiled and walked out. your mind started racing as you scrambled to get started. Was she really wearing a strap? Was she going to see someone else before she came back here? you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous if she was going to see another woman, but you had a job to do. so you put your headphones in and got started.

After about an hour of rushed scrubbing you finally slowed down. you were almost done and didn’t want to seem in a hurry just in case she came back soon. you did want to see what her intentions were. did she even want to fuck again? you couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a one time thing. but then why would she invite you back?

A few moments later after letting the floor dry, you heard the door open this time. you remember to listen on low volume so she couldn’t sneak up on you again. though, you did pretend you didn’t hear her come in. you were facing away from the door, so you couldn’t see her approaching you. you soon felt her grab your waist with her hands and press against you from behind. you felt the bulge against your ass. you felt the butterflies in your stomach travel down to your pussy.

Emily put her mouth to your ear. “I love what you’ve done with the place y/n.” she nipped your ear sending shivers down your spine. You froze, unsure of what to do but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. That's when Emily turned you around to face her, noses just barely touching. You decided to make the first move, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. She immediately kissed you back. It was soft at first, but it became rough and needy very quickly. Emily had you pressed against the wall beside the kitchen, all you could feel was the pressure of the strap on your pelvic bone. Emily slowly backed away, separating your lips for a moment before guiding you by your hips to her freshly cleaned bedroom.

Emily pushed you back so you’d fall on her bed. She gave you a look and with a desperate nod she continued. She climbed on top of you, kissing your neck and sucking softly before sinking her teeth into you. You moaned quietly and she licked over the bite before grabbing your shirt and ripping it over your head. Emily paused to admire the red lace that was cupping your breasts. she smirked and pulled your pants off, throwing them on the floor.

“I almost couldn’t wait to get you back here. I’ve wanted to fuck you all damn week.”

“Please,” was all you could say before Emily went down on you. She licked your crease over your red lace panties making you squirm. she began to pull them off your hips, throwing them in the pile of clothes on the floor. she made her way back down to your pussy, licking your folds and toying your clit. you couldn’t hold in your moans, her mouth felt so good.

“Are you ready?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yes, please fuck me.” Just the way she looked at you made you wet. She pushed your knees back, spreading your legs wide. She grabbed the base of her cock, rubbing it through your folds. You moaned as it ran over your clit and down to your entrance. She slowly began to enter you, your pussy stretching over her cock. She paused before she forced it in, a gasp leaving you.

“Oh fuck, its so big.” she was thrusting slowly, getting you warmed up. You couldn’t believe how good she looked fucking you.

“What do you want, baby?” she asked, still pumping in and out of you slowly.

“Harder please.” she took a moment to adjust before pumping into you hard, your hips meeting.

“It's so deep, oh my god.” she smirked as she watched your face scrunch up, grasping the sheets in your fists.

She set a fast pace, fucking you hard and deep. Whines and moans left your lips as she kept pumping in and out of you. She placed her thumb on your clit, moving in fast circles. Your legs began to shake as she reached for your neck. She wrapped her hand around your throat as she fucked you hard.

“Oh yes! Right there.” she did as you said, keeping up the pace. Your legs began to shake,crumbling beneath her. She slowed and watched you shake as you came down from your high.

“Fuck.” you still weren’t in control of your legs.

“Do you think you can go again for me baby?”

“ I can try.”

“That's my girl.” without warning she lifted you up and flipped you on your stomach, putting you on your knees. She rubbed the cock across your folds quickly, sending a shock through your body. She forced herself inside, only waiting a moment before she started pumping into you again.

“Oh god.” she set a relentless pace, railing you. Your face was buried in the pillow, muffled cries emerging from you. She kissed your back before she began to nip and suck on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine.

“ I need you to come again for me baby.” the force of her fucking you was hitting your sensative clit just the right way. You went over the edge. Your legs collapsed under you making you flat on the bed. Emily moved with you to finish you off. Thrusting slowly until your pussy stopped clenching around her cock.

“ You're so hot.” she said, breathing heavy. She pulled out, taking the strap off and throwing it on the chair in the corner of the room. You flipped over, the wetness between your thighs leaving spots all over the sheets.

“ I am dead.” you spoke still panting, Emily chuckled darkly.

“ You did a good job today. Now how about some lunch?” she read your mind. You nodded, still laying flat on your back. She got up and grabbed a pizza menu from the counter before returning next to you.

***

It was late, and you were still naked in Emily’s bed. You’d fucked practically all day. Taking little rests to recover and drink and eat. You felt your eyelids growing heavier as sleep was trying to come over you.

“ It's okay if you want to sleep. I’ve got some things I need to look over anyway.” you guessed she noticed that you could barely keep your eyes open. Thank god you didn’t have any plans for the weekend. You just wanted to be naked in her bed. Sleep overcame you. Emily was preoccupied on her iPad, swiping through some work material before joining you shortly after, also still naked.

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a note on the side table.

“Emily?” you called before getting up with the sheet wrapped around your naked body.

The note just stated that she had gotten called into work and she didn’t want to wake you. She did leave her actual phone number so you could text her when you got home, which was way better than email. You decided that it was probably a good idea to get up and moving. You scrambled around the room looking for your clothes and putting them on. You made the bed and grabbed the rest of your stuff before leaving and locking the door behind you.

Once you arrived home you texted Emily saying that you got home and that you would want to see her again. You figured she was busy and couldn’t reply so you went about your day. Most of it consisted of tidying up your apartment and watching reruns of “friends”. Hours passed and Emily still hadn’t replied. You thought about texting her again but you also knew that wouldn’t do any good. You ended up dozing off on the couch watching tv.

You woke up the next morning and still nothing from Emily. You decided not to think about it too much. You guys never talked about anything other than cleaning and fucking. You decided to get up and run some errands. Food shopping and some laundry. You washed all your sheets and towels, vacuumed, dusted, did everything you possibly could to try and keep your mind off Emily. More hours passed and you were a bottle of wine deep, watching tv. Then your phone finally went off. It was finally Emily getting back to you. Her text just said to meet her at her place at 10pm tonight…

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #criminal minds #mommy

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 9 months

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Code Blue Ch. 32- Heartbeat

Summary: Lee refuses to give up. Jo and Megan clash, ending in a shocking twist. More shock ensues as Jo has another unpleasant encounter. Craig and Josie have another long talk over more wine. A trusting bond and friendship is created. Lee gets the wrong idea.

*Warnings* language, angst

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Ethan, Megan, Craig, Cyrus,

Salem, Massachusetts

March 7, 2023

The Lake House

"Hey, Jo, it's me again. I wish you'd at least talk to me. It's been a week. I see your things here in the guest room that you left and....everyday...I...I stare at the note you wrote. Your presence is everywhere, especially in my heart where no one else will ever be...I mean that baby. It's only you, it's only ever been you. Did you find my letter yet? I put it in your purse the morning after we had first made love. I...I need you to read that. I meant every word. Please, call me back. Let me explain things like I know I should have long ago. I'm ready now because...I can't lose you. I won't. I love you so much miss Massachusetts. Forever....and god...I miss you." Lee softly whispered as he closed his watery eyes.

Just as Lee hung up, the phone rang. He picked it up so fast, thinking it was you that he forgot to check the caller ID.

"Jo baby!?"

"No, Sorry Lee, it's Britt."

"Oh....hey, have you talked to her? Is she alright? I..." Lee hopefully blurted out.

"Lee, no, that's not why I am calling...and of course she's not alright, but I a not going to talk to you about her. The conference has been set for the negligence case. It's next week."

"So, the results of Henrietta's autopsy are back? What did it say???"

"I cannot tell you that Lee, you know that."

"Jesus Britt, just tell me if she died because of something I did. You know how long I have been waiting for this. I need to know."

"I'm sorry, I can't. Just a head's up, Mr. Carpenter will be attending, which that was to be expected. It's at 10am on Monday the 13th."

"The 13th...great." he said sarcastically. "Well at least it's not a Friday. Alright...I will be there."

All because of you, Lee had become superstitious about things when he never used to be, for he had witnessed way too many things to not believe, such as all the crazy relevant signs regarding you and him and also the thing pertaining to his parents and Jacob.

"Hey, can you at least tell Jo? I really need her there...I..I understand if she declines but...could you at least tell her? She won't call me back and I don't know if she's even listening to my voicemails or reading my texts and she hasn't even been online."

"If I see her. I'm not going to just text her about it. This is all between you and Josie. A word of advice though, as I've told you before. Get your shit together Lee. She's the best thing that's ever happened to you and you definitely do not deserve her. I gotta go."

"Yeah I know she is. You don't have to remin.....hello?"

Britt had hung up which only pissed Lee off. He was still angry with her for blabbing her drunken mouth to you at his dad's funeral reception about his one night with her many years ago and also telling you about seeing him with Ethan and Jason once upon a time.

"Fucking Britch!" he shouted, slamming down the receiver. Lee owned an old corded land line phone and there was nothing quite like the satisfaction of hearing the ringing bang it made upon impact.

Lee sent you another text, then got dressed and headed out, for there was something special he wanted to do for you.

"I had you. Last night I had a dream that felt like a memory. A glimpse of what could have been. Crossed signals from another life, where instead of all of this, I had you....and life was exquisitely simple and we were desperately happy. It was no dream. It was real. We had all that. I had you....and it's all I still want. Tell me it's not too late."

You had stopped at your mom's to gather the rest of your things, realizing that some of the items you wanted were at Lee's lake house after listening to his most recent of many voicemails and he was the most valuable one there. Were your things that important to risk seeing him? It would completely derail your out of sight, out of mind tactic which you already knew would eventually fail because you just weren't strong enough to stay away from him. Every minute of everyday was pure hell and there was no way you could just get your things and go. You didn't even know how you had managed to make it an entire week. You weren't sleeping, you weren't eating, you weren't talking to anyone except Britt and your dreams were consumed of Lee's face in the few moments you actually able to drift off. Dreams that were just like the text he had just sent you and now...now he said he's ready to talk...but were you? If what he had to tell you scared him this bad, then honestly, you were also scared to death to know the truth that you so desperately wished for. Well, isn't that what Daughtry crammed into your head at least fifty times this week at random times? the song 'It's Not Over'. Be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it all... and then some you don't want....

You sat on your bed and began digging through your purse to find this letter he said he put in there. How did you not see it? You soon understood after rummaging through your pile of junk and finding it on the bottom. You swear you had everything but the kitchen sink in there. You had to roll your eyes and lightly smile in wondering how the hell he ever thought you would find it. Why didn't he just give it to you? Maybe it was intentional? Maybe he wanted you to find it at a time you needed it the most...like now.

As you reluctantly opened it, knowing how bad it was going to hurt, you could smell Lee's cologne which hurt the most of all. You brought it to your nose and inhaled him in deeply, then began reading..

"My Dearest Jo,

One day our eyes met and you smiled at me and I had to pause for a moment because I felt safe, and I had not recognized that feeling. It was as if I just knew you would be standing there when I looked up again, and you were, literally in my house. I don't even have the right words to describe this to you, but I just knew, somehow. Despite all of the odds that have worked so cruelly against me, I knew in my heart that I had finally found the one. I truly feel that you and I love with a love that is more than love. The first time I realized I was in love with you, it was a night I couldn't fall asleep, because I knew that my new and strange reality was better than my dreams. Our tight hugs, our late night conversations, our almost kisses, I remember it all, and sometimes...a tear falls while doing so. You gave me something that no one ever had before. You gave me peace. Like a river that had been rushing, pulled by the current for too long, you made my waters still. I found rest in your arms.

I love you to the moon and back and beyond all the stars in the sky."

Forever,

Lee

Now you were just ugly crying as you clutched the letter against your pounding chest. This man was for real and he had been all yours. No one had ever spoken such beautiful and heartfelt words to you. No one had ever touched you or looked at you the way he had. No one could ever ease your anxiety, no matter what they did and how hard they tried, but it all seemed to have disappeared when he was with you, for his arms made it all go away, just like on the elevator. This was where you were supposed to be. He was home to you. Was it too late like he asked? Could he truly forgive you for selfishly walking out on him?

You needed to try and be rational this time because your irrational decisions are what got you in this mess in the first place, so you decided to go take the things you had back to your apartment and think it all over with out the presence of your sinister sibling in your orbit. Down the stairs you went, trying to ignore Megan who sat in the kitchen, talking on the phone and smoking a cigarette. That part, you could not ignore.

"Put that out! Mom will have a shit fit and I don't need to worry about you burning the house down with her in it."

"I gotta go babe. See you soon." she told the anonymous person on the line, then hung up and turned to you.

"You don't get to tell me what to do. You don't live here." she cockily smiled and took another hit, audaciously blowing the smoke right at you as you angrily stood over her.

Every ounce of rage you had pent up inside of you as you ripped it from her hand and ran it under the kitchen faucet.

"What the fuck! That was my last one!"

"Damn right it was! Go outside and smoke, preferably down on the street corner, doing what you do best, where you could earn some money to buy more instead of mooching off mom!"

"Oh that's just great Josie, coming from the beloved daughter who has all of Daddy's and Jason's money and don't have to work!"

"Gee Megan, do you ever wonder why that is??? You've been gone for years and then just pop in here when Jason dies. Did you really think he would leave you anything after all you have done?? And Dad's money is controlled by mom per his wishes. And I DO work, remember?? Or did you forget the family businesses I help with that you abandoned??? I guess you'll have to keep whoring it up."

"You entitled little bitch! So special aren't you?? And mom has control over your precious little boat too that by the way, she's selling!"

"I am special Megan, because I don't use my family or do shitty things to them! The only reason you're even here is because of mom allowing it since you're her daughter but she still knows what you are. A fucking freeloader....and mom would never sell Jason's boat. She would have told me first of all so you can stop lying just to piss me off."

"Ohhh no no no! No lies, you'll see. She wants no ties to his lifestyle and so you know, I do have a man now and he's quite rich thank you. A sugar daddy per se. How's that area going for you sis??"

Megan's grin was telling, as if she already knew about you and Lee's split and it distracted you from what she just said about the Haunted Star.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean??"

"Oh nothing. Just an observation. You just can't seem to keep a man's interest solely on you can you? First Gerry, now Lee. At least Gerry though, didn't screw you over for a guy."

"You need to shut your mouth before I shut it for you." you snarled though clenched teeth. "You don't know what the hell you are talking about!"

"Oh yes I do, and much more."

Just then, the rumble of a motorcycle pulled up and stupidly made you think for one second it was Jason until it began obnoxiously beeping.

"Gotta run! Ta Ta.." Megan jested and trotted out the door.

Out of sheer curiosity, you walked outside to see who the mystery man was and you soon wished you hadn't. There was Ethan on a Harley, black tee, no helmet, just like your brother would do.

He revved it up and smiled wide as you gaped at him.

"Ooooh she looks porangi." you heard him tell Megan who laughed hysterically and hopped on behind him, then off they went as Ethan winked at you.

After you collected your dropped jaw, you raced inside and called your mom, for she needed to be warned about Ethan. Even if she knew about him, she surely didn't know who he was.

"Mom! Call me back asap! You need to kick Megan out. Did you know about the guy she is hanging around??? He's bad news mom and I also need to talk to you about something she told me which better not be true. Call me! Love you."

You gathered your stuff and headed back to your apartment, completely mind blown over what you had just witnessed, so much so that you were trembling all over. Megan was a real tool and now it made sense pertaining to her not so subtle hints and knowing about Lee's sexuality. Ethan's been telling her things and surely, he was just using her to get to you and Lee, not that you cared about her one bit, for she deserved everything she would get by keeping company like Ethan.

"Stupid girl!!!" you shouted, wiping tears of anger from your eyes. You wanted to call Lee so bad, but first, you were going to go and calm down, then go from there.

In your frenzy of racing up the stairs of the apartment complex, you turned the corner and did what you did best, clumsily tripped over your own two feet and dropped your box of stuff, spilling it all over the hallway floor.

There, by the elevator gate stood Craig with some much older man that you had never seen before, sporting a pony tail of long silver hair, a matching goatee and a suit and tie. He looked at you, then Craig and back at you with surprise, then stepped forward.

Craig immediately rushed in front of him to help you pick up the scattered stuff.

"Hey there Jo, are you alright?"

"Uh...y...yeah.." you stuttered through your embarrassment as you knelt down to assist.

Craig looked up at you a few times, then quietly spoke. "Are you sure? You...you've been crying..."

"Oh, that. No. Bad allergies, that's all." you quickly responded, keeping your head lowered while piling the stuff back in the box.

"I hope I didn't startle you there miss...Jo is it?" the stranger asked with an attempt to know your name.

You stood up and Craig handed you the box. "No, no...I...I was just in a hurry and not paying attention....and...it's...just Josie."

Craig nervously chuckled, offering a cute smile. "Ahhh yes, that's right. Just Josie."

"Where are your manners Craig? Aren't you going to introduce me to your beautiful friend here?" the man smelling of old spice asked, gazing at you in a way that creeped you the fuck out.

Something in Craig's eyes and sudden change of demeanor told you that he did not want to and it was becoming clear to you that you had caught them both off guard. There were also these tiny beads of sweat forming on Craig's forehead.

"Uh...yeah. Sorry um, Josie, this is....my father...Cyrus."

Cyrus. Why did that name sound familiar? It certainly wasn't common....but somewhere, you've heard it.

He stretched his arm out, desiring you to shake his hand in which you reluctantly took, for bad vibes is all you got from him. His hand was large and clammy, pretty much how he looked in general.

"It's...n...nice to meet you." you softly said and quickly retracted your hand, cringing inside.

"Oh the pleasure is all mine...Josie. Do you...have a last name...just Josie?"

You glanced at Craig, who's eyes refrained from yours and rested on the box you were holding as his perspiring was becoming a bit more profuse. This man, his father, apparently made Craig feel the way you did...but why?

"Uh...it's....March."

Craig's hands went inside his pockets and his head lowered even more as Cyrus's eyes slightly widened, then swayed over to his son.

"Well...Miss March, again, it was a pleasure. I must be on my way now. I will speak with you later...Craig."

The tone of how he said your last name and the way he once again looked at Craig, had your skin crawling.

Cyrus then left, leaving an anxious Craig to try and avoid you.

"Well, I am sorry to have kept you. You said you were in a hurry so I will let you get back to whatever it was you were doing." he rambled out and attempted to quickly walk away.

"Hey, wait." you called to him, causing him to freeze at his door and slowly turn around.

"Maybe I should be asking if you are the one who is alright?" you then asked.

"Who me?"

You giggled. "Well, you are the only one out here aren't you?"

Craig's head dropped as he chuckled. "Yeahhh, I guess I am. No, I'm fine. Really."

Liar, you thought. "Well, ok...hey I um...well, you asked me once before if we could talk again and share some wine. Would you like to?"

His hands went to his hips as a befuddled look graced his face. "You mean...now?"

"No time like the present. I really could use a glass or two after the day I've had and try to relax a bit. Seems you could...too?"

"I uh, thought you were busy?"

"Yes, well, I was, to try and gather my thoughts and all. If you can't or don't wan to, it's alri.."

"No, no. Sure. Come on in."

Craig politely opened the door, allowing you to enter first and bee-lined straight for the wine.

"Make yourself at home. Red wine good for you?"

"Yes, that's fine, thank you."

You sat the box down and then walked over to him.

"Once again, where are my manners. Here, have a seat."

Craig handed you your wine and pulled a chair over for you, then he plopped down upon a stool, seemingly still very nervous as he drank down his glass in two gulps and poured another from the bottle he brought with him.

"Craig...are...you sure you're ok?"

"Huh? Oh...yep." he simply said as he nodded with a smile, also seemingly very distracted.

"Enough about me. How about you? Do you want to tell me why you lied about having allergies?"

"When you tell me why you're lying about being fine."

"Oooh. Touche'. Alright then. But ladies first. I insist."

"Ok fine. You're right. I had been crying. Seems to be all I do anymore. I don't know. It's a long story that would bore you to death."

"You hardly bore me. In fact, not even a little bit. I actually find you quite intriguing and I'd like to get to know you, so here's the deal. You tell me what you want to. No pressure, no judgment, just a set of ears and any advice if you ask for it."

Craig's face was sincere and patient, especially his kind and soft sky blue eyes that studied your pained deep gold ones, trying to figure you out. Amber, he thought, was the best description he could think of as he became a bit lost in them....and for some reason unbeknownst to you, you felt you could trust the man you'd only spoken to less than a handful of times.

"Well...I guess I could start with my sister, which I despise even calling her that. Mickey and Mallory would be a better fit since that's pretty much what I witnessed today as she took off with a complete psycho. A match made in hell."

"Ahhh, Natural Born Killers. Good flick. She's that bad eh?"

"Yeah, and much more. She's done so many terrible things to me and to people I care about and this creep, who's also caused me and those I love nothing but trouble, is suddenly in her life, well, probably has been for awhile and I know it's intentional, just to get to me and Lee."

"Lee...your boyfriend right?"

Your eyes drifted away in sadness, not knowing how to answer that now.

"Well....no, I mean, yes...or he was...oh my god, I don't even know right now." you stammered as your eyes began to sting. No way, you weren't going to cry in front of him. Nope. The more you told yourself that, the harder it became to stop it until you just broke down, immediately throwing your palms over your face.

Craig's expression instantly turned sympathetic and he quietly got up to get you a tissue, then he sweetly kneeled before you.

"Here sweetheart."

You couldn't move. Mostly because of humiliation.

"I..I never do this!" you loudly muttered through your hands in frustration. "I never cry in front of complete strangers."

His soft fingers, sprinkled with a rainbow of paint, gently took your wrist and coaxed you out of hiding.

"I'm not exactly a complete stranger and as I said, there's no judgment here. Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell if you don't." Craig assured you as he offered you the tissue with a warm comforting smile.

He actually managed to bring a light smile to your lips and you humbly took the tissue, then quickly wiped your mascara streaked tears away.

"I..I am so sorry. This is so embarrassing."

"Hey, no. Don't do that. Don't apologize for being human. A person can only take so much and sometimes, a good cry is needed, or even hurling a smurf against the wall in a bout of rage and watching it splatter can also suffice."

You hadn't laughed so hard all week as you remembered him throwing the can of blue paint against the wall and telling him it looked like he murdered a smurf. In fact, you hadn't even laughed at all, or even smiled, yet Craig managed to bring both out of you in a matter of 2 minutes.

"There...there we go." he chuckled. "That's better. We can stop talking if you want."

"Oh no, you're not getting out of it that easy mister." you giggled. "But...to finish up, this asshat my twisted sister is hanging around, he's the entire reason my relationship is in shambles. He's a manipulator, a liar and he's dangerous. He put his own brother in the hospital and got away with it because everyone is scared of him, rightfully so of course, but yeah, he uh, he is jealous of me and wants Lee all to himself, but Lee...he don't want anything to do with him...or at least he claims he don't..."

"But you...don't believe him?"

"I want to...I...I don't know Craig. What I do know is Ethan will stop at nothing to get what he wants."

"E..Ethan?" he asked, seemingly stunned.

"Yeah, do...you know who I am talking about?"

"He wouldn't happen to have long dark hair, usually in one of those man bun things, British accent?"

"Jesus...yeah that would be him. How...how do you know him??"

Craig stood up and went to get more wine. He knew him alright, because of Jason.

"You're right Josie...he's very bad news. Have you ever heard of the Zacchara's?"

"Well yeah, my uh, my brother knew them, Johnny in particular and I know Ethan hung around him...but...how do you know this?"

Craig gulped down his wine, then nonchalantly turned with a forced smile.

"Most do. Massachusetts is crawling with mafia. So, is this Ethan terrorizing you as well?" he asked, swirling the wine around in his glass, almost as if he were becoming angered.

"I suppose that would be an appropriate term. I mean, he definitely harasses me and Lee. As I said, he had the audacity to show up today at my own mother's house to get Megan."

"Well...if he comes around here or bothers you again, let me know. I'll handle him."

"That's...very kind of you, but really, you don't want to get involved with this dude and I really don't want you to be...I mean...he stabbed his own brother..."

"His kind don't scare me, but thank you, for...caring. Don't get much of that in my life."

Craig went and poured another glass, then sat down, looking a bit glum.

"Here Jo...or just Josie I mean, have another glass yourself." he offered, holding the bottle out to you with his arm a bit wobbly, clearly feeling the effects of the red vintage he had been drinking rather quickly.

"Thank you. Soooo....are you speaking about your...father possibly? You just...seem a little nervous around him and even a little anxious."

"Well, I guess that's my cue to talk now." he chuckled. "But, I'd rather not speak about him if that's alright. I didn't even expect to see him here today. Just like the other dude, he just showed up after being...away...for a few years and well...he's also...kind of an asshole." he said with a grin.

"Oh, well of course you don't have to to talk about him or anything you don't want, just as you told me. May I ask then...about your little girl? Have you seen her yet?"

"Blaise...no. She's my heart. I seemed to have lost all inspiration in my art since she's been gone. I know there's a possibility she's not even mine, but it doesn't change how I feel about her." he said as he took out his phone, looking so defeated that it broke your heart.

"Of course it doesn't change how you feel. She'll always be your little girl, even if she possibly don't share your blood. I know someone who is going through that and he loves his son just the same. I look around here at all your work and honestly, I think it's amazing. You're very talented Craig. Much better than my artwork." you chuckled. "Maybe...I don't know, what if you put everything that you're feeling about your daughter into your work, you know, do it for her?"

"Pretty words." he softly said as he picked up his glass. "But...thank you. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up. You're sweet, you know that?"

"So you're an artist too huh?" Craig continued, seemingly not wanting to talk about Blaise anymore.

"I wouldn't exactly call it that. You...you're an artist. Me? not so much. My work is nowhere as good as all this."

"Well, I'll tell you what. How about if I come over to your apartment tomorrow and I'll take a look at it...I mean, if that's is alright with you?"

"You...want to see my work? Really? Uh, well, ok. But just don't laugh because...I warned you." you giggled again.

"Yes, I really want to see it. And...if you ever want to use my studio, just ask. I don't have a problem with that. Also, so you know, I would never laugh at you. You're far too beautiful, especially on the inside. You're a rare gem just Josie."

"I uh..."

Your phone beeped, saving you from the words you couldn't find. It was Lee, which made your butterflies go flutter happy.

"Hey...I am sorry to keep texting and calling but...can I please see you? I...I have something for you and I just...I just really want to see your face. I am down at the pay and park garage by your place. I'll wait for about an hour. Jo...I love you so much. Please come."

Craig observed your reaction as you read the text and could tell you were going to leave when you quickly drank down your wine.

"Saved by the bell...again." he softly laughed.

Not really, you thought as your anxiety jumped into high gear knowing Lee was just down the block. You weren't prepared to see him and hear the dreadful truth he said he was ready to tell you. The truth that you knew would back up Ethan's claims. If Lee felt nothing for him, then why did he hide it from you?

Releasing a heavy sigh, you clutched your chest and closed your eyes, attempting to breathe in through your nose and out your mouth, for if you didn't try to control it, Craig was about to witness a full on panic attack.

"Whoa hey there sweetheart, what's happening?" he asked and swiftly came right to you, cupping your face in his hands.

You don't know what happened at that moment as you found yourself pressing your body against his, your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Craig's heartbeat was what you were in need of, the soothing sound of something steady and stable, just like you did with Lee.

After the initial shock wore off, Craig's gaping mouth closed, then he slowly and hesitantly let his arms embrace your tiny trembling body. He didn't know what else to do, so he quietly stood still, keeping you in your safe zone until you were ready to release him.

Craig's body was firm and muscular, but the way he held you was as if you were a fragile flower. He reminded you somewhat of Jason. Not in how he acted or in his looks, although he also had blue eyes like your brother, but in his height, build and clothing of the typical black tee and jeans. And what in the world was the cologne you were inhaling?? It was heavenly and intoxicating...possibly Dolce Gabbana? Whatever it was, it was calming, just as the thumping of his heart was and it took your shakes away.

"You ok?" Craig softly whispered, afraid to move as his chin rested lightly on your head while listening carefully to your breaths that were now beginning to relax.

Once you came out of your state of panic, you panicked again at what you had done and flew back out of his arms.

"Oh god, Craig, I...I am SOOO sorry. I...I...I...I sometimes...get these attacks....anxiety and all and...and....heartbeats...I go for heartbeats...they're peaceful and soothing and...and...."

"Heyyyy, try to relax so you don't have another one." he calmly said, placing his hand on your cheek. "I don't know what happened, but...you're safe here, I'll make sure of that. As far as heartbeats, well, you did listen to your mother's for nine months so it makes sense why you would subconsciously seek that out."

Or maybe it was just him that you found peaceful and soothing.

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense...I just feel so ridiculous, jumping on you like that. I can only imagine what you must be thinking of me, some hot mess that you now regret befriending."

"Well, I won't lie, you're definitely hot, but I don't see you as some mess. I am actually thinking, what could have happened to this sweet girl to cause her defenses to come out in such a way? and also, you...think of me as a friend now?"

Was he for real? Like, a good real? He seemed to say and do all the right things and to genuinely care. Maybe it was because he had been through what you had, being cheated on and made to feel worthless....and having to question how someone feels about you.

"Yeah, uh, I guess I do. You've been so kind to me, which a lot of people just aren't anymore. Annnd, you didn't freak out on me when I freaked out, which I've had my share of that over the years from people who were closest to me. So..yeah, I'd like to call you my friend. I...I trust you and that says a lot in itself, cause that certainly don't come easy for me."

Craig looked quite befuddled and even a bit bashful as he smiled and lowered his head before bringing his baby blues back to you.

"Well now, it would seem I was correct about you being a rare gem. I totally get everything you just said and well, I didn't freak out because you needed comfort, not panic. Thank you Josie. I am honored to be called your friend and to BE your friend.

"Alright, it is settled then...friend." you smiled. "But..."

"Ohh, there's the but.." he chuckled.

"No." you laughed. "Seriously though, I hate to do this, sorry....BUT...I gotta go. I will see you tomorrow then?"

"Sure. Just shoot me a text when you want me to stop by. Thank you Josie...for spending time with me. It was really nice to have someone to talk to."

"Thank you as well, for what you did for me. It was nice to see you and talk to you again. Try to have a good rest of your day ok? You can always text me if you need anything, I don't mind."

Craig then walked you out like a gentleman, checking all of your surroundings. "I'll do that. See you later little lady."

Your heart was racing again as you walked into the car garage, which was full of cars but you didn't see Lee's or him as you walked around. Surely he wouldn't have left already?

Quickly, you texted him, simply stating you were there. The beep of his phone had you spinning around to see him approaching you with a humble smile.

"Jo...you came..." he said, slightly out of breath from hurrying to get to you.

"I...yeah...where's your car?"

"I drove my dad's old truck today."

"Oh...well, why did you park here instead of at my place?"

"I came to see Gordon, he works upstairs. Hoping to come to some arrangement with him over the farm."

"I see, well, how's that going?"

"I don't know, he's out right now, so I figured I'd just wait around and....are we really going to share small talk here like we are old friends catching up Jo?"

"I uh, well I don't know what you want me to say?"

"Maybe that you miss me and still love me? That you want to try and work this out, because I know I sure do."

"Do you? Really?"

"Jo please. Baby you know I do."

"Honestly Lee, I don't know anything, which became quite clear last week."

"Yes, last week when you just....left me, not giving me the chance to explain. You won't even talk to me."

"I gave you every chance to explain for how long now Lee, and you didn't and that alone tells me all I need to know."

Lee stepped up to you with his hands in his pockets and sad eyes.

"What you need to know is I love you, only you. Did you get my letter? Did you read it?"

"Yes, I did. It was very beautiful. Said all the right things."

"So you don't believe any of it? Jo, my god. I wrote that to you after we first made love. I wrote that from my heart Jo."

"Lee, I know you did. I'm not saying that you don't feel something for me, I'm..."

"FEEL something? You really don't believe I love you do you? Ethan wins again and you're letting him."

"No, YOU'RE letting him...and speaking of Ethan, he was at my mom's fucking house today, picking up Megan."

"What???"

"Yeah...you heard that right. He was on a motorcycle and gave me the smuggest look when they left, and why? because he can. He can do whatever the hell he wants because NO one will stand up to him and now he's using my naive idiot sister to get under my skin even more."

"Jo...I am so sorry. I know, it's all my fault and.."

"You think??"

"Can we...go inside and talk about this...please?"

"Lead the way." you softly snapped and followed him up the stairs.

Lee took you into a small office room and closed the door, then he somewhat sat upon the desk and gazed at you with his sparkling sapphires. A gaze that made you just want to run into his arms and madly make out with him

"Jo...I really am truly so sorry, for everything that I have put you through and still am. I never meant for any of this to happen. Please tell me you believe that at least?"

His pleading eyes made you soften towards him. "Of course I know you never meant for any of this to happen...but...it did. Why Lee, why couldn't you just tell me the truth, ALL of it? That's what gets to me the most. It makes me feel, no, it makes me believe that you have unresolved feelings for Ethan and I can't do it Lee...be second choice again or some stand in until you get bored. I need your heart to beat only for me."

"God no Jo, that is not what you are, nor have you ever been. Can't you see it? Can't you even try to? I'm here Jo. I've always been here...for you. Not him. I'm here, begging you to believe me. Why would I do this if my heart did not beat only for you? Sometimes, I swear it's going to stop without you by my side. An entire week Jo, you've been gone and it felt like a year and...my heartbeat right now...it's racing, it's alive again because you're here, feel it..."

Lee reached out and took your hand, pulling you to him and placing your palm on his chest as he held his hand over yours, gazing up at you with eyes of a lost little boy.

He was right, his heartbeat was rapid and strong and god, so was yours in that moment, being that close to him, feeling him, smelling him. Every ounce of control that you had possessed for that entire week was now gone as your hands went to his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

His supple lips, his tantalizing taste of mint gum and Drakkar aftershave rocked your core and if you culd have made love to him right there on that desk, you would have....but he suddenly stopped the kiss as he stood up, pulling your hands away.

"No, Jo, I can't do this."

"What? Why?" you asked in disbelief as you studied the look upon his face. A look of confusion in which you then sarcastically laughed. "Oh...it's him, that's why. Just as I thought."

"What? No Jo...it's another man's cologne that I smell all over you."

That just threw you for a loop as you had forgotten you were innocently just in Craig's arms.

"Oh god no Lee, I can explain that..."

"No, it's ok. I get it now. That's why you haven't spoken to me all week. So who is it? Gerry I assume since he follows you around like a damn police dog."

"Lee no, god no, stop it. There is no man, only you and you know it. The cologne, it's my landlord's and..."

"Your landlord's??? Wow, well that's a new one. So here you are, thinking I want someone else when it appears that you are the one who does. Is that it?"

"Oh my god, Lee stop. We were only talking and..."

"Talking? Over wine too? I thought I tasted it on your breath."

"For fuck's sake, if you would just let me talk. That's not how it was. Yes, I had some wine. I was having a bad day after seeing Ethan and reading your letter and I ran into him. I just needed someone to talk to and he was there. That was all Lee."

"I was there Jo! I'm here, always have been. You could have talked to me! But instead, you chose your landlord that you barely know to speak to about your personal problems?? Was I part of that conversation too?"

"Briefly yes, but I didn't tell him anything personal about us, just about Ethan. I wouldn't do that Lee."

"Sounds pretty personal to me, especially when his cologne is embedded in your clothes. How do explain that one Jo?"

"Because, after you texted, telling me you were here, everything snuck up on me, you know, like when it did to you at your lake house? I had a panic attack and I...I hugged him, just to try and work through it. If I hadn't, I probably would have passed out as it progressed. That's all it was Lee. I swear it."

"So...I caused you to have an attack is pretty much what you're saying. You could called me Jo, right when you felt it start and I would have raced down there, but you chose a man who don't even know you instead."

"Lee! Craig was right there and he's not a stranger. He's very kind and understanding."

"Which is exactly what you need huh, because I don't give that to you right?...and Craig huh. You're on a first name basis with him too. Well, don't let me keep you. I'm going to go see if Gordon is back."

"That's it?? Seriously?? Running away again. Imagine that. I thought you had something for me and were going to tell me everything???"

"Yeah that, well...my hearing is next Monday at 10, but you don't need to worry about that or anything else now because it don't even matter. It never did. Maybe I'll see ya around."

"Lee wait! Come on. Don't do this!"

"Do what Jo? Walk away like you did?" he calmly said and then did just that, walked away.

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day 23 : back in action

Today was the first day of class. I haven’t taken any classes with this professor before and I haven’t done any classes in psychology since senior year of high school so I was pretty intimidated about it all. I’m taking Gender & Sexuality and it is a really interesting class so far.

I started the day off with a shower and some yogurt. The breakfast at this hostel is the best this far. I am in love with this hostel actually but I’ll go more in depth after living here for a week. I liked my room and the people I was with before the Catalyst came and scrambled us up but it’s ok.

We met up at 10am at the Palace of Tears which was where people would go from East to West Berlin. It was really interesting learning about that divide. I had some prior knowledge which was more than everyone else who knew nothing. It had to have been hard being separated overnight from your loved ones.

After that we went to a site where they burned books. It was interesting how they chose to commemorate the spot. They created a hole in the ground with empty bookshelves. It was cool.

Something interesting that I learned was how big of a voice David Bowie was in this whole situation. He wrote the song Heroes about it and one night, played it so loud that people from both sides of the wall were able to hear it and enjoy. I thought that was a really cool image to think about.

After class, we went in search of food. First we found a bookstore with three levels and books from evert language. I was in heaven. Except for the prices. I got a pair of socks for myself because I am that nerd but we left to continue our search.

I ended up having to pick between a place comparable to chipotle or a vegan burger place. I chose burger because it was cheaper. It was here that I found a burger to which none can compare. I will never be able to recreate it but I will spend the rest of my life trying to. It was delicious. It was a chicken substitute with lots of veggies and a sauce I can’t even describe.

After that I headed back to the hostel and some of our classmates arrived. There were a lot of people who had trouble making planes on time. The teachers were very unhappy and said they should have had plan bs but that wasn’t a realistic expectation to have.

Then we went to the mall for a bit. I wanted to buy my overpriced crystal chart hoodie but when I got there I tried it on and it was too long and it was too expensive not to fit right. Which was incredibly disappointing.

Then on the way back from the mall I ran into some other friends and went with them for pizza. It wasn’t as fun as the first time I had pizza here but it was still good. The people make the experience for me. This time it was with three people I didn’t really know so there was a kind of pressure to be cool and interesting and talk and I was not in the mood to do so.

After that one of my friends from the group and I walked back and I hung out and tried to work on editing photos the rest of the night. I ended up meeting and talking to more people. This hostel is quiet the social hangout.

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DNP Rewatch: What Dan and Phil Text Each Other 2021

Date video was published: 12/21/2021 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 452

The final video of 2021. Phil teased it and caused chaos, of course. I can’t believe (but am so glad) this is the sequel we ended up getting.

0:00 - tree background! they had the tree up and decorated by December 7, when Dan shared pictures

0:03 - great start. love that he immediately looks to Dan for his reaction

0:20 - calling himself out for “casted” and very unnecessary creepy eye editing there

0:25 - Phil’s face as Dan sits down 🥺 plus giving him the fireworks effect

0:33 - I like this Dan sweater! (and not really this Phil one, sorry)

0:39 - that was very quick from both of them there. then the jump cut before Dan can come up with another come-back and it’s basically a compliment 😂

0:57 - that was the least subtle thing ever and the bleeps did nothing. Dan really wanted to be sure everyone got it though 😳

1:04 - Dan slowly scooting closer to Phil

1:06 - the annotations here...though Phil did not say anything about his “favourite thing”s before this

1:18 - Phil’s side-eye as he decides to tease Dan about that

1:28 - and even closer. what even. I would say he was trying to leave space to put the text screenshots, but they end up putting them in between them sometimes anyway

1:35 - I miss Dan’s reactions to Phil’s comments so much when we don’t get joint content for a while

1:41 - what is Phil even doing

1:54 - I mean that’s adorable. I like that he also sent one called “beautiful hawk”

2:23 - Dan just saying that...alrighty then. this might be the most we’re-in-a-relationship joke they’ve ever made on camera? in 2017, Dan shared a couple of text screenshots (1, 2) and he did have a photo for Phil then

2:35 - Phil editing this and putting the “JC” over his own face 😂 or maybe they edited together like they used to do with the PINOFs

2:55 - oh that’s bad. Dan refused to share that photo on Twitter

3:10 - awww, Phil “I wouldn’t betray your trust”

3:13 - I think most of these (with the exception of a few) are in order throughout the year, so guessing this was just Dan looking for birthday gifts for Phil in January

3:16 - so Dan wrote this and sent it to Phil, who then slightly edited it and posted it as a tweet. I wonder how often they do this, but good to know that sometimes Phil’s tweets may sound like Dan for a reason

3:25 - awww 🥺 and a tree they took to the new house

3:29 - Dan immediately laughing...don’t know if I want to know the context for that one

3:32 - Dan had tweeted about the Bernie meme just a couple days after Phil sent this to him

3:55 - they talked about seeing Steve in the wild during one of the Stereo shows

4:00 - I feel like a lot of the random texts at ~10am like “Bip” here are them checking to see if the other person is awake if they’re not getting up at the same time

4:15 - this makes it sound like Dan did a lot of the prep work for this video

4:24 - Phil just staring...and then licking his lips

4:28 - this is one I’m not sure is in order or not...there was no “up” at the filming flat so this was either after they moved or they meant something else (or were somewhere else)

4:51 - that’s a picture they showed in the CAH video, though Phil is sending it to Dan here

5:04 - this was a new photo of the entryway and tree that we hadn’t seen before! this must have just been Dan sending those photos to Phil to use for a video though, because he had already made that tree by summer of 2020

5:14 - imagining Dan just scrolling through his pictures of Phil and sending him the worst ones 😂

5:33 - Phil gets the weirdest ads I swear. Dan with the immediate “damn”

5:45 - Phil must have sent this to Dan to say he was going to make it his icon? why didn’t Dan say he didn’t like it then!

5:57 - controversial, but I agree with Dan here. 🤐 his face does look mask-like! I think it’s something with his eyes in that photo

6:18 - Phil knows immediately! they eat dinner SO late

6:34 - this is just the next day. and exactly a year before the cherry blossom selfies 👀

6:42 - they way that Dan said “are you gonna reveal it...” feel like something more than showing a painting

6:44 - I’m still not over this gift and that they have this memory of the Japan trip hanging in their new house. also bamboo forest day in Japan was the same day as that one Insta story of very soft Phil and I am not okay knowing that 😭

6:57 - Phil posted some these photos the same day he sent them to Dna here. and the one Dan sent back was one of those, so maybe Dan was picking out which he should post

7:13 - “we were trying to decide” everything they do is a collaboration, isn’t it? even if it’s supposedly “solo” merch or projects

7:24 - “I’m not just simping, Phil” christ. he does have to clarify

7:50 - Dan’s immediate smile at Phil supporting him. Dan had released his new merch at the end of November too

8:03 - I love Phil texting for permission to eat the snacks (which were clearly for both of them) while Dan was out

8:15 - the sending of vibes thing just makes me want to weep 😭 Dan was recording some of his book that day, though he didn’t share this particular picture until the end of April

8:28 - zero context. though Dan was apparently feeling anxious that day

8:31 - another one where I feel like Phil is checking to see if Dan is awake

8:44 - there are a lot of those we don’t actually see and I’m not sure I want to know

8:52 - the house was getting closer! Dan had shared a Insta story with a picture this day too

9:07 - Phil just agreeing that they were “very flattering.” Dan had shared those pictures of the entryway in July

9:12 - welp. alrighty then Phil. this must be the nerd cave room?

9:26 - and this must be Phil checking to see if Dan is coming to bed? right? this would have been later in the night after Phil was watching some Jujutsu Kaisen

9:53 - they start doing this and I’m pretty sure the ‘blessed family’ one is the only one they don’t rate 5/5 😂

10:01 - didn’t quite go with the whole “Philip”

10:08 - these annotations seem like Dan wrote them, which he very well might have

10:16 - the glue incident. like I said in that post, this is earlier in May than I thought it had happened from the video

10:20 - Dan trying to calm him down via text since he couldn’t go with him 🥺

10:40 - this is also hilarious to me, that Phil was sending him interview ideas/jokes 😂 it looks like it might have been even longer than what they showed here

10:54 - getting the un-blurred version of this photo that Dan shared on May 21. also the heavy breathing/foot showing editing...not quite as good as the golden pig fight, but still a great editing joke from 2021

11:13 - what even. no guesses for this one

11:23 - was this just Phil checking that the thumbnail was okay with Dan? I would say he had sent it to Dan so he had it for promo purposes, but Dan just retweeted/reposted Phil’s stuff

11:52 - awww, Phil is right. and Phil is proud of him!

12:09 - they were so excited about the house!

12:24 - and back to slightly earlier in the month. so many scans for Phil 🙁 Phil just sharing “I’m not dying” every time; Dan looks like he doesn’t know what to think about that

12:34 - I’m cackling at this one

12:42 - this is right around when they shared they were actually moving, so I’m guessing this has something to do with the garden at the new house

12:55 - this must have been when Phil was heading home from getting his COVID vaccine. also, Dan trying to act unamused

13:12 - okay definitely out of order now. we were just in June, but you can see the tree in the background of that video so that must have been from much more recently. Phil did share it as a Short after this video was posted

13:54 - emo Dan and Phil saying it “send me vividly back to 2011″ is a lot

14:06 - yeah Dan barely promoted his involvement in that at all

14:18 - Phil sounds so disappointed about the furry bit being cut

14:22 - we don’t see Phil’s response in the screenshot there, so unsure if he’s actually reading it or just making something up because they didn’t want to share what he actually said

14:26 - needy Dan indeed! I love that he sound so whiny in his reading of it too

14:33 - I wanna know about “Blop blip blop...lmao” that they didn’t read

14:36 - yeah that’s just disturbing, slightly. Phil had shared a “haunted” photo of himself from the doorbell too, in late August

14:42 - little taps to Phil’s arm there

14:48 - okay this is my favorite one for some reason. something about how soft Dan sounds when he’s reading it and how completely incomprehensible it is

15:01 - again maybe an are-you-awake check. Phil thinks 9:53am was too early though

15:09 - the ghost editing with the doorball footage 😂

15:27 - I mean, this was less surprising because Phil had already said “roleplaying as a catboy” in one of the Stereo shows

15:34 - Phil went through about 7 different emotions in a second there deciding whether or not this was a YouTube-appropriate story

15:50 - candid Dan photo! Phil looks so pleased/fond about it

16:04 - Phil giving zero shits about Dan’s sassiness there, lol

16:32 - this must have been on a train north the evening before filming in Rawtenstall since they were spotted filming there on July 22

16:54 - Dan is being diplomatic about YouTube here, but he really wanted it to be longer and include different bits

17:01 - more needy Dan!

17:09 - texting memories to each other I CAN’T 😭

17:17 - Dan is wrong - this was from when the went to see Mission Impossible in the US (1, 2). they had seen Infinity War in May 2018.

17:41 - does Dan just text Phil every time he needs a drink refill, haha

17:48 - how the hell would anyone interpret what that meant

17:56 - guessing Phil was with people for his plant calendar shoot. he was doing that ~September 23-24, at least from what he shared (1, 2)

18:21 - has Phil literally been doing all of their laundry for years...what. the next one is from October, so this could be when Phil went to Isle of Man to visit his family? (if Dan didn’t go and was home alone?)

18:30 - I know “moonpig” is a card brand but also

18:35 - this still haunts me. I did not need to know that Dan calls Phil “moon butt.” there is no way to interpret how he reads that other than as a nickname. WHY did they include that

19:11 - Dan had posted that at the end of November. I wonder if that somewhat inspired this video

19:30 - Dan just sending him the double question mark after that 😂

20:05 - Phil looks so sad for him. this is like a follow-up to the first video of the year when they were so hopeful for things happening in 2021

20:30 - “at some point, somehow, in some way” is so vague; I am constantly on edge especially with how quiet they’ve been this spring

20:52 - Dan saying “tolerating” while Phil says “treating” 🥺

21:20 - love the sign off

Another contender for my favorite video of 2021. I know I’ve said that about 4-5 times but there are just so many good ones. It is so much more unhinged than the first texting video - either because they didn’t share the weirdest ones before or because they were outside/apart more for the texts in the first one, rather than mostly texting each other from inside the house. Also, I adore this “outtake” of a Kath text that Phil posted as a Short. They didn’t say much about what they were doing for Christmas (other than Phil going to see his family), but both Dan and Phil did share an Insta story.

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The one where your secret gets harder to keep (2)

Abstract: Y/N and Sirius have been friends since they first met on the Hogwarts Express, so when they do get together, they decide not to tell their friends straight away. (Friends AU)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Lupin!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Are we all ready for part two?! I won’t lie, I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this.

Sirius had barely made himself his morning cup of tea before the fireplace flushed with green flames and his best mate walked out into his lounge.

“Prongs, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at... 10am?! You couldn’t have come a bit later, mate?”

“I thought this was later.” James shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa. Sirius poured another mug of tea, handing it to James as he took the armchair opposite. “It’s about your recent greeting method.”

“My greeting method?”

“Yeah, you and all your... kissing. Stop it.”

Sirius couldn’t help the bubble of laughter which escaped his mouth. Obviously he hadn’t planned on kissing Lily and Marlene, but just the fact James was so wound up about it made the wizard grin.

“My kissing?”

“Pads-”

“No, Prongs, please go on, what about my kissing.” Sirius relaxed back into the armchair taking a sip of his tea. “Are you... jealous?”

“Padfoot-”

“Because if you don’t want me to leave you out of all my kissing, then all you have to do is ask.”

“Sirius I don’t want you bloody kissing me! Or Lily for that matter.”

The laughter which escaped Sirius was loud enough for Remus to exit his own room to investigate what had the man so amused.

“Prongs? What’s going on?”

“Prongsie is jealous I’m not kissing him,” Sirius snickered which caused James to throw a cushion at his face.

“Fuck off Pads.” James rolled his eyes. “I just want you to stop kissing my wife.”

“It was one kiss Prongs, I was trying something out.” Sirius chuckled. “But note taken, I’ll stop kissing Lily.”

“And Y/N too if you don’t mind.” Remus said taking the seat next to James. “I don’t like seeing you make out with my sister.”

“So I can kiss, Mar?” Sirius grinned as both men shot him an unamused look. “Alright fine, no more kissing the girls in front of you.”

Lily and Marlene anyway, Sirius thought to himself.

The fireplace flashed again with green flames and Peter stepped out into the room.

“Wormy, where’ve you been?!” James grinned in greeting as Peter took the other armchair after declining a cup of tea from Remus.

“Some Order mission Dumbledore sent me and the Prewett twins on. Apparently we’re going to recap it at the meeting today.”

“Anything interesting happen?” Remus asked.

“Nothing much, something odd but the twins know more about it than I do.”

The four boys continued their little catch up, including Sirius telling Peter about how James was jealous he’s kissed his wife and not him, which earned him another cushion to the face.

Before long, the small group had finished their tea and were exiting the flat through the fireplace as they appeared in the Order headquarters. The headquarters were set up at the witch, Emmeline Vance’s home.

Seeing the girls already present, the foursome of boys made their way over towards their friends and took their seats. Sirius took the seat next to you and through his arm around the back of your chair.

“You alright?” You asked him.

“Prongs appeared this morning demanding I stop kissing you girls. Remus agreed of course.” Sirius whispered to you which caused you to grin.

“Oh yeah?! What did you say to that?!”

“I said I’d stop kissing the girls in front of them, I never said anything about behind their backs.”

You snorted quietly at his reply as Dumbledore walked in, greeting everyone present. Most of the Order were there apart from the select few who were still on missions.

The room quietened drastically as everyone waited for Dumbledore to speak.

“Welcome back, I thought it would be about the right time to check in with everyone.” Dumbledore began before turning his attention to the twins and Peter. “Mr Prewetts’ and Mr Pettigrew, how was the search up at Little Hangleton?”

“There was not much magical energy around the town, Professor, but there was definitely some.” Fabian began before Gideon took over.

“The house which you told us to look for was still being kept though. Someone pays for a caretaker of the property.”

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment as he assessed the information.

“Had anyone seen anything odd? Anyone seen lurking around recently which could be connected to Riddle?”

“No, any that did may have been obliviated though.” Peter answered as the Prewett twins nodded in agreement.

Gideon Prewett caught your eye for a moment before both of you looked away from each other. The two of you had dated throughout school for a while despite your differing years. Gideon had been a year ahead of you at Hogwarts, but both being in Gryffindor gave opportunity to run into each other more than once.

As your eyes directed away from Gideon, they landed on a newcomer to the Order. You couldn’t deny the man was attractive, his dark hair and dark skin looking almost flawless.

A nudge came from beside you as Marlene grinned at you.

“His name’s Gerard Warbeck.” She whispered to you. “He’s supposedly related to the singer, Celestina Warbeck, you know?”

“Really? How old is he?”

“A few years older than us, I think he was in Ravenclaw.”

You didn’t say anything else but quickly averted your eyes as his attention flicked to you. Not wanting to look back at him if he was still staring at you, you kept your eyes firmly on Dumbledore who had began talking again.

Sirius watched as the man across from where you sat, trailed his eyes over you with a slight smile after he caught you staring at him. As his eyes moved to Sirius, he was met with a strong stare as Sirius glared him down.

He didn’t know what it was about the man, but Sirius didn’t like him. Something felt off and Sirius swore to himself it had absolutely nothing to do with the way he was admiring you just moments previously.

Between the two of you, you managed to make it though another month without any more slip ups. Guaranteed there were some close calls but your secret remained as such; a secret.

With Dumbledore sending more and more of you out on Order missions, it gave both Sirius and you the chance to have your flats to yourself if Marlene or Remus were called out.

The current order mission which you were now sat through was coming to an end as you sat with Marlene, Sirius and Lily.

“Hey,” the blonde whispered from beside you, “I’ve got a surprise for you after this, you’re going to be so proud of me.”

“I’m almost scared to ask what it is.”

“I got us a double date with your admirer and his friend.” Marlene grinned. “They wanna take us out Saturday night. What do you say?!”

“Um...” Your eyes flicked to the side casually where Sirius sat next to you, whispering to Lily on his other side. “I don’t think so.”

“What?” Marlene whispered back, a thoroughly confused expression on her face. “Why not? He’s been eye-flirting with you for weeks! Give me one good reason why you don’t want to go.”

You were suddenly very aware of Sirius’ arm around the back of your chair.

Presented with the situation months ago before Lily and James’ wedding, you would’ve jumped at the opportunity, yet you couldn’t help but feel happy with what you had with Sirius at the moment.

“I don’t know, I just don’t feel like it.”

“Well stop it, you’re coming with me to talk to him after the meetings finished, which looks like it’ll be soon. Moody always begins his ‘constant vigilance’ speech just before we wrap up.”

True to her word, the meeting ended soon after and before you knew what was happening, your roommate had grabbed your arm and yanked you across the room to face Gerard.

Throwing a panicked look behind you to Sirius and Lily, the former couldn’t help but feel uneasy as you approached your admirer.

“Hey, Gerard,” Marlene greeted him, “I thought I’d actually introduce you to your date for this Saturday?!”

“I was beginning to wonder if we would every actually talk,” he grinned at you. “I’m Gerard, but I’m now realising Marlene would’ve already told you that.”

“She maybe mentioned it.” You chuckled slightly. “I’m Y/N, though I think she’s already introduced me before I even met you.”

“That she did.”

Across the room, Sirius was scowling at the man who was currently talking to you. He didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

“Hey, who’s Y/N and Mar talking to?” He asked Lily.

“Oh, that’s Gerard Warbeck, apparently he’s taking out Y/N and Mar on a double date this weekend.”

“So, they’re going on a date with the guy?”

“Not both of them,” Lily laughed whist grabbing her jacket from the back of her seat, “Mar set up Y/N with him whilst he set Mar up with his mate.”

Lily and Sirius dropped the subject as Marlene and you arrived back to join them, Marlene looking a lot more excited than you did.

“Ready to go?” The blonde asked the small group, before Lily and her moved towards the door. Yet, Sirius and you didn’t budge.

“Hey, is Remus back from his mission with James yet?” You asked.

“Not yet, they’re due back tomorrow.”

“Think we could head over to yours for a bit? I think there’s something you should know.”

Sirius couldn’t help but scoff and roll his eyes at you slightly.

“Oh, is this about you, dating Warbeck?” Sirius asked grabbing his own jacket from the chair. “Because Lily already mentioned that and I’m absolutely fine with you going out with him. I mean, you and I, we’re just messing around, we’re nothing so.”

Sirius began to head towards the door before stopping when he realised you weren’t following him.

“I mean, I was going to tell you I was going to get out of it and reject him when Mar wasn’t around, but hey, if we’re just messing around, maybe I will go out with him.”

“Maybe you should.” Sirius shrugged as you pinned him with a look before your gaze shifted to the very man you were talking about.

“Hey, thought I could walk you out?” Gerard asked as he shot you a smile. Turning to Sirius, he held out a hand. “Hey, I’m Gerard.”

“Sirius.” Sirius hesitated for a split second before he moved to shake Gerard’s hand. He made sure to grip his hand tightly through the handshake, enough for Gerard to wince slightly before laughing it off.

“Strong grip you’ve got. Yeah I remember you from Hogwarts, you turned the teacher’s table into jelly that one time.”

“Yeah, that was one of our better ones.” Sirius nodded with a forced grin before turning to you. “I’ll catch you later.”

Without so much as another word, he turned and walked out the room leaving the two of you behind.

After Gerard had walked you out, he wished you goodbye before apparating away. Noticing all of your friends had already gone, you quickly did the same by apparating to the front door to your flat.

What you hadn’t expected however, was for Sirius to be leant against the wall outside.

“What are you doing here?”

“Are you really going to go out with him?”

You took a moment to study him before reaching into your jacket pocket to find your key.

“Well you and I are just messing around so I thought, why not mess around with him?”

Despite having your key out, you didn’t make a move to unlock your door or let yourself in. Partly because you were sure Marlene was already back and partly because you were interested in what Sirius had to say.

Running a hand through his hair, Sirius opened his mouth a few times to say something before stopping himself. Finally he had decided on something and stepped forward from the wall towards you.

“I mean, I don’t know if you’ve looked up the term ‘messing around’ in the dictionary lately but the definition is two friends, who care a lot about each other.” He shrugged one shoulder, taking another step closer to you as he rested his hands on your waist. “Who have amazing sex, and just want to spend more time together yanno?”

“Oh, really now?”

“Yep. But if you’ve got this new definition where it’s not that, I think that we should just stick with a definition we both know.” You couldn’t help the snort of laughter as Sirius wrapped his arms further around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “...Are we okay?”

“I guess so.” You smiled at him as one of his hands moved from your waist to cup your face.

“I just, I like what we’ve got going.” Sirius shrugged, “I wouldn’t want to lose that with you.”

“I like what we’ve got too.” You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. “So... your place?”

Sirius never apparated the two of you away quicker.

You were laid out on your bed wearing the skimpiest underwear you owned as you waited for Sirius to floo in.

Marlene was due to be out visiting her family again which gave you both the perfect opportunity to use the flat whilst she wasn’t there. However, as your bedroom door opened with a slight knock, the person who walked in wasn’t Sirius by any means, but your blonde roommate.

With a shriek, Marlene covered her eyes as she quickly exited your room out into the living room.

“Y/N!” You quickly grabbed your dressing robe and wrapped it round you, following after her with a sheepish expression on your face. “What the hell!”

“I’m sorry! I was... taking a nap!”

“Since when do you take naps in that position!” Marlene stared at you for a moment before something clicked and she suddenly gasped. “Oh Merlin, please tell me you were waiting for a guy!”

“Yes. Yes!” You replied quickly, trying to think up something to tell the girl. “I’m seeing a guy!”

“Wait, I thought you turned down Gerard? Is it someone different?!” Marlene questioned.

“Yep, someone different! Completely different. Someone I met out.”

“Ohhh is he the cute one that works at the Ministry that we constantly bump into?!”

“Yep! Thats him!”

The blonde’s face suddenly lit up as she grinned at you widely.

“Oh Merlin, right, let me get out of your hair then! I’ll just grab my jacket real quick so you can get down to business!” Quickly heading to her room, she grabbed the closest jacket and started to head towards the fireplace. “But, when I get back, I want every detail and I mean every detail. Merlin knows my love life is as dry as Peter’s hair.”

The fireplace flushed with green light and as Marlene turned to send you a promiscuous look, which dropped as soon as she turned round to see Remus and James entering.

“Oh, it’s you, what are you guys doing here?”

“Lily sent us to pick up something from you girls. She said she left it in a box and you’d know what it was.” Remus shrugged as James made his way into your kitchen to grab something from your fridge.

Exchanging a look with Marlene, you both pulled a blank as you tried to remember if Lily had left anything round your flat.

“Do you have any idea as to what it was?” You asked.

“Something big and heavy which is why she sent us.” James grinned, biting into a large slice of cake.

“Are you sure?” Marlene snickered at the looks the two boys sent her.

The fireplace roared again and Sirius stepped out, a bottle of Firewhiskey in one hand and a bottle of whipped cream in the other. He grinned to himself before the expression fell from his face at the sight of the gathering in your living room.

You shot him a sheepish look as you covered yourself more with your robe, now feeling very aware you had not much on underneath it.

“Merlin, what are you doing here?” Marlene asked him, eyeing up the two bottles in his hands. “Running errands for Lily too?”

“Uh... no, I came to see if any of you wanted to drink?” Sirius said holding up the bottle of alcohol.

“And the cream?” Remus asked with a frown.

“Snack.” Sirius shrugged, squirting some of the whipped cream in his mouth.

“So Sirius, have you heard about Y/N’s secret boyfriend?” Lily asked him later that week.

After the incident where Marlene had walked in on you, it was a lot easier to explain certain things such as the hickeys on your neck after you alluded to seeing someone.

Marlene and you had also found out as to why Lily sent the boys to your flat to pick up something which wasn’t there. Apparently the two of them had been attempting to fix certain things around the cottage where Lily and James lived, which had started to drive the redhead mad. She then proceeded to send them on a wild goose chase just to get them out of her house for a while.

Currently, you were sat at Lily and James’ after they had invited the group round for dinner. Remus, James and Marlene were off discussing what ideas would be good for the spare room in their house. The blonde witch was playing the mediator between good and bad ideas much to Lily’s relief. This left you with Lily and Sirius downstairs, now having a conversation you weren’t sure the direction of.

“Uh, yeah, she might’ve mentioned him.” Sirius shrugged leaning back on the sofa, glancing towards you next to him as he took a sip of his alcohol.

“So, when are we going to meet the guy?” She turned the question to you as she got settled in the armchair. “You still haven’t even told me his name!”

“Well he’s really shy. I don’t think he’s up to meeting everyone yet.” You shrugged.

“I mean you don’t want to push him, right?” Sirius butted in with a nod which you mimicked.

“Exactly, you guys are a bit much sometimes.” You chuckled.

“Well I’ll be nice! I want to the meet this guy who’s the ‘best sex she’s ever had’!”

You swore under your breath as Sirius turned towards you with an enormous smirk on his face.

“Really?! The best sex she’d ever had?! That’s what you heard?!” He asked Lily before turning back to you. “You said that?!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, now skeptical at answering his question.

“I might’ve said that.” Sirius did nothing but laugh which you just rolled your eyes at before punching him lightly in the arm. “Why is that funny?”

“Because I’m very happy for him!” Sirius grinned before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “And you! You lucky dog!”

“You’re the dog.” You scowled.

Sirius’ laughter was loud enough to attract the other three down from upstairs, much to your annoyance. Marlene grinned as she took the other seat on the sofa you and Sirius shared.

“What’s got you laughing so hard?”

That only made Sirius laugh more.

“Can we please change the subject.” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, alright, kitten, I’ve actually got an Order question for you.” Sirius said as you leaned back into him.

“Go on.”

“If you have to sit through a meeting, does that mean your new secret boyfriend is better in bed than Gideon?”

“Sirius!” Marlene reached over to smack his arm before she turned her attention to you. “...Is he?”

“I think I’m going to respect the privacy of my new secret boyfriend.” You said just as James and Remus sat down on the other sofa.

Gideon was still slightly a sore subject for you. The breakup between you both was messy and despite the fact it happened months ago, you didn’t really want to talk to him or about him. The fact he also worked within the Order was difficult enough.

“Why?!” Sirius questioned with a smirk. “I mean if this guy was me, and it was me who had learned that it was me that was the best you’ve ever had, I’d be going like this.”

Slipping out from his place on the sofa, Sirius jumped onto Lily’s coffee table and proceeded to pull a few dance moves, much to the amusement of Marlene and James. Lily, however had immediately tried to get him off her table, while Remus wasn’t looking too happy about discussing his sister’s sex life. You just rolled your eyes, mildly annoyed at how much he was milking the fact.

After Lily managed to get Sirius down from her coffee table, he settled back into his spot next to you with a grin. You however, didn’t return it.

Later in the evening, you’d volunteered to grab some more wine from the kitchen when Sirius followed you.

“Hey, Remus is due out all day tomorrow so I have the flat all to myself.”

“So?”

“I just thought you’d like to book in some time with the best you’ve ever had.” Sirius grinned at you, taking the couple bottles of wine from you when you shoved them at his chest.

“You know what?” You turned to face him, “I’ll pass.”

“Why?” You at first did nothing but raise your eyebrows, before stepping back and badly mocked some of the dance moves he’d pulled in front of the group not too long ago. Sirius’ grin fell from his face as he took in your expression, realising he may’ve gone too far. “What’s your point?”

“Work it out, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the two bottles of wine from his grasp and walked back out to your group of friends.

You stayed mad at Sirius right through the next day. It was only when Marlene asked if you were annoyed with Sirius, you relented slightly on giving him the cold shoulder.

Not too long after, Dumbledore sent you a patronus to meet at Order headquarters. You didn’t expect to first, see Sirius arrive only moments later, or for the headmaster to give you a mission for only the two of you.

Apparently more magical activity was happening around Little Hangleton and Dumbledore wanted you both to go and scout it out. Quickly side-apparating, you both appeared in the little town and started to head towards the large house on the hill. It wasn’t until you were nearly at the front door before either one of you said anything.

“Okay okay, wait.” Sirius stopped you, reaching out for your arm and grabbing your attention. “Look, maybe I got carried away before, but there’s something you need to know. If I’m the best, it’s only because you made me the best.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not giving anyway any facial expressions as your stared at him.

“Keep talking.”

“When I’m with you, it’s something else entirely. Anyone else that I’ve been with before you is nothing in comparison, because when we’re together, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

The look you’d pinned him with began to soften which Sirius took as a good sign. Stepping closer, his hands cupped your face.

“Anytime I spend with you, when we’re together intimately or not, means so much to me that I can’t even put into words.”

Slowly you felt your resolve drop and forced out a roll of your eyes, purely just because you didn’t want him to get the impression you gave in too easily.

“...You’re such a sap.”

The two of you shared a grin as your hands raised to lay on his chest, grabbing his familiar leather jacket and tugged him closer.

Whilst the two of you had spent the last few moments making up, you both missed the movement behind you. It was only when Sirius’ eyes grew wide suddenly as he caught sight of the familiar face behind you, he moved to grab his wand, yet he wasn’t quick enough.

A flash of purple collided with your back as the chilling laughter of his cousin cackled through the air. Bellatrix grinned maliciously as her spell hit you, right before Sirius wrapped you in his arms and apparated the both of you away. He didn’t plan on sticking around much longer if Bellatrix was accompanied by anyone else. With you injured, he didn’t stand a good chance at taking them on alone.

Landing roughly in a heap with you still in his arms, he didn’t even register that he’d apparated straight back into your flat where Marlene and Lily were now standing, wands raised until they realised it was you.

Grasping his wand, Sirius quickly hovered it above your body.

“Rennervate.”

You didn’t wake.

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gold rush (bill weasley) part 1

pairing: bill weasley x reader

summary: “everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.” bill weasley is a golden boy, but i don’t like a gold rush. (based on the song “gold rush” by taylor swift)

wc: 3.1k

warnings: none, someone walking in on someone else but nothing dirty, swearing

a/n: hello! so i didn’t mean for this to be so long lol but anyway, there will be more. once again, a song has inspired me to write. i feel like gold rush totally describes bill and so i tried to run with that. as always, i would love comments/feedback. also if you like it please reblog/follow! i want to start taking requests!

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what a cliche it would be to be hopelessly in love with bill weasley. the charming gryffindor was the poster child of his house, his year, and his family. don't get it twisted, it wasn't that he didn't deserve all the praise; he was kind to younger students, witty in his classes, and bloody brilliant in your shared defense against the dark arts class. you just found it a little funny that everyone he met instantly fell in love with him. how could you take someone like that seriously?

"so you really don't think he's cute?" your friend, rose, asked you as you entered the great hall, the smell of fresh bread and pumpkin juice temporarily distracting you.

"no, that's actually not what i said. he's quite fit, it's just think people make too much of a big deal about it. sometimes i think you'll wet yourself when he looks at you in the corridor." you threw yourself down at your table and started reaching for the pile of sandwiches in the middle of the table. if you two wanted to make it to the beginning of the gryffindor vs ravenclaw game, this would have to be a quick lunch.

"well it's not everyday you see an arse like that in the corridor!" rose says. taken aback by her forward statement, you shove her shoulder, "gross, rose." after a few more minutes of conversation and inappropriate comments from rose, you down the last of your juice and pull your companion off the bench and toward the door.

you could hear cheers long before you were close to the game. after finding a spot with your house, you saw madam hooch release the snitch and the players shoot up to start following the quaffel. a flash of red hair passes in front of the stands as another weasley, charlie, flies at lightning speed.

The game was action packed, but not short. your cold muscles ached a bit as you moved them to walk into your dorm and sit on your bed. as if reading your mind, your roommates crowd into the bathroom to start the showers. you groan, knowing that at this rate, it'll be an hour before you can warm yourself with hot water. then a thought crosses your mind. the prefect bathrooms. your sister had been a prefect years before and had told you where they were, something you were silently thanking her for now. you gathered your towel and robe and slipped out of the room before anyone could ask where you were going.

The prefect bathroom was large and dimly lit, something that made it seem even colder when you walked in. on the far wall there was a myriad of knobs, all leading into a large bath that looked like it could hold your entire upper level herbology class. throwing down your stuff on a nearby bench, you rush to turn all the knobs you can, as blue, and green, and sparkling gold liquids splash into the basin along with steaming water. you slid out of your cold clothes and into the tub, hissing at the difference in temperature between your skin and the water. the water was heavenly and you sunk in until your shoulders were under the water, pulling your hair up from the nape of your neck so not to wet it. the room had filled with the scent of lavender and honeysuckle, and you closed your eyes to take it in.

suddenly there was a creak that you immediately recognized as the door opening. 'fuck, fuck, fuck,' you thought. you could chance jumping out and hoping the person didn't see you naked or you could wait to get caught. you decided that your clothes were too far, and started frantically ushering as many bubbles to you as possible, trying to cover your body. you turn your back to the entrance just as you see the shadow of someone begin to round the corner.

"oh, shit, i'm sorry i didn't realize someone was in here." you wanted to curl up into a human ball of embarrassment. not only did the voice belong to a boy, but you knew exactly which boy it belonged to, and it rhymed with will beasley. unsure of how to respond, you just let out a nervous laugh, not wanting to let your voice give you away as someone who was definitely not a prefect.

"okay, well... i'll just come back later." you waited until you could no longer hear footsteps to climb out of the tub. once dry and wrapped in your fluffy robe, you reentered the hallway, but only after sticking your head out to make sure bill wasn't waiting by the door. as you walked back to your dorm, you could only begin to imagine all the teasing rose would give you when she found out he had seen you in the bath. luckily, by the time you cocooned yourself in your comforter, she was already asleep. you would have to tell her in the morning, or maybe you wouldn't.

by breakfast the three days later, the bath incident had left your mind. after the first 24 hours, you felt sure bill hadn't suspected anything, and even if he did, there was no way he could tell who the student in the bath was. you had to pause with the spoon of porridge halfway between your bowl and your mouth, because rose's impression of flitwick had made you burst into laughter. an owl fluttered down in front of you, dropping an envelope with your mother's handwriting on the front. you ripped it open and began to read.

"Dear y/n,

Hello love, I hope you're doing well with all of your classes this term. I'm writing to tell you that we'll be spending part of the Easter holiday with one of my friends and her family. Her name is Molly and she has two sons at hogwarts. Be sure to say hello to them, Molly says they're nice boys. The three of you can leave school together to travel home for break. I miss you dearly and can't wait to hear about your term in person.

love always,

mum"

rose put her chin on my shoulder to read the letter. "i didn't know your mum was friends with the weasley's," she giggled, obviously thinking about bill. "yeah, well that makes two of us." to be honest, you never really realized your mum had close friends. there was no reason for her not to, it had just never occurred to you that your parents were people outside of being your parents.

"actually, it makes four of us," you whipped around to see bill and charlie, a letter you assumed was similar to yours grasped in bill's hand. "my mum wrote they met here as kids and ran into each other a few weeks ago in diagon alley." his easy smile was attractive and his hair fell effortlessly into place, with one soft strand too short to be pushed behind his ear. it looked almost like someone had written it in, it was so perfectly placed.

"wicked," escaped rose's lips as a strained whisper. you elbowed her, praying that she would come to her senses and start acting like a real person.

"listen, i got to run to practice, but let's meet in the main entrance tomorrow morning, yeah? 10am?" charlie butt in, reaching around his brother to grab a banana off your table and without waiting for even a nod, turned to catch up with the rest of his team at the other end of hall.

"sorry about him, he's..." bill was suddenly looking down at you with a slightly funny expression, a small grin on his face.

"preoccupied?" you finish his sentence, marking the first words you've said since he approached you.

"yeah," then, he leans down close enough that only you can hear him when he says, "next time you go for a soak, i suggest trying the orange blossom bubbles," maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.

taken aback, you feel yourself get blush and lean back, your brow furrowed, "what? how did you-"

"i didn't realize you were so interested in astronomy, y/n," he says a little louder, standing back to his tall figure and casually tapping the back of his neck.

you mimic his motion and remember the small tattoo of a moon that sat at where your neck met your shoulders. you close your eyes and cover them with one hand. maybe if you shut your eyes hard enough and clicked your heals he would disappear. or even better, you would. "i'll see you tomorrow," he sent another cheeky smile and turned to walk away, hands in his pocket, laughing quietly to himself.

"um... what the fuck," rose spoke, making you realize you were still watching his back. "what was that about? how does he know about your tattoo?"

"he might've walked in on my while i was bathing a few days ago," you said, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

"WHAT?!" it was even louder than you expected. honestly, you loved rose but bringing attention to herself, and by proxy, you, was something she had a knack for, but not in an endearing way.

"would you calm down please? everyone was taking too long in the showers so i went to the prefects' bathroom and he came in. he only saw my back so i didn't think he knew who it was, but i forgot to account for moony back there," you rolled your eyes, how could you forget about something that you had chosen to put on your body forever?

"merlin, that's so not fair, do you know what i would give to be seen naked by bill weasley?" once again, you were slightly horrified by a comment made by your best friend. this is what you didn't understand about everyone's fascination surrounding bill. even as he walked away, you had noticed a handful of other students following him with their eyes. it was a fact that bill was attractive, beautiful even, but the way people would do anything for his attention freaked you out. being treated like that had to go to someone's head eventually.

"okay, that's enough of that. i'm just glad he didn't give me detention or something," you went back to your breakfast, although you were no longer very hungry.

the journey to the weasley's cottage by the sea was uneventful. in the morning, you boarded the hogwarts express with charlie and bill. you didn't speak much, but read a book in your shared compartment while charlie talked to bill non-stop about the latest quidditch techniques. "and i've been reading about dragons, and how they fly, and i think it would be really cool to try some of their flying patterns on a broom. it would be really hard and i'd have to make a few adjustments, because obviously i'm not a huge majestic creature, but if it worked, it'd be brilliant!" you looked up to see charlie on the edge of his seat, trying to mark some of the flying patterns, and looking intently at bill, as if waiting for him to be just as excited. "that sounds great, charlie, really. how did you start on about dragons?" bill quickly caught your eye and tried to share some of the amusement his brother brought him. "hagrid gave me a book, they're really something, bill."

your party gets off at king's cross, and you followed the older boy through the station, until he stops in front of a women's toilet. "uh, i think the men's is over there," you said pointing behind you. charlie laughed. "hah," bill faked a monotone laugh, "there's a portkey inside that will take us to shell cottage. dad said it was a," he looked down at a paper in his hand, "toilet brush. lovely. right, we have three minutes until it leaves. ladies first." he gestured and you entered the room. it was somewhat cramped with the three of you and your trunks, but in the corner was a white, and thankfully clean looking, toilet brush. you grabbed it and held it out for the others to hold on too. after about 10 seconds of waiting, you felt your body being pulled up and then like you had just jumped off a high diving board at a pool. falling, but strangely still feeling like you were upright. before long, your feet hit solid ground again, well somewhat solid ground. the sand made your landing shaky, as it moved under your weight. you looked up and saw a cozy house with warm light glowing from the windows.

after lots of introductions and even more hugs, you finally settled yourself in to a guest room. the view was beautiful. the sun was just starting to set over the sea, the orange hues reflecting off the vast water. putting away the last of your things, you walked down the stairs and announced to your mum and molly that you would be going on a walk. they nodded and made you promise to be back for dinner before returning to their conversation. as soon as you got to the beach, you slipped off your shoes and feel the cool sand swallow each of your toes. it was crisp, but not too cold. you walk for a bit and then sit down on a dune, just taking in the picture the world had created for you.

you see a figure walking toward you and, as it gets closer, you notice it's bill. "mind if i join you?" he asked.

"of course not," you watched him as he sat. "it's beautiful here, your family has a really lovely house."

"thanks, mum has a talent for making any place feel like home." he looked out at the water, but for some reason you kept looking at his face, trying to find details. bill felt your gaze and his eyes met yours. normally, you would've looked away, but a new confidence allowed me to hold his eye contact. "so, tell me more about your tattoo." you chuckled, you should've known it would come up at some point or another.

"i got it with rose on holiday using fake muggle IDs," you explained.

"any special meaning behind it?" he asked, his eyes were now flickering from yours to your neck.

"nope, just liked the art," it was true, you knew you wanted to get a tattoo but didn't want something that held too much weight, so you got something that was simply beautiful.

"that's cool," he said, reaching to touch it with his index finger, "did it hurt?" you shivered at the contact and he pulled away, "sorry."

"no, that's okay," you said turning slightly away from him so he could see it better and indicating that he could touch it. he went back to tracing it with his finger, leaning in to get a closer look. "it didn't hurt as much as i thought it would. but now that you've seen it, it's only fair that you tell me if you have any secret tattoos."

you heard him laugh, "obviously, i've just got the gryffindor lion across my chest, nothing crazy," he joked. you smiled and turned back to him.

"seems very fitting for you."

"oh yeah?"

"charismatic prefect, brave older brother, top of our DADA class? if you were any more gryffindor-y you'd be called godrick," you poked fun at him and leaned back to lay down.

"merlin, you make me sound unbearable."

"well–" you start to trail off only to feel a foot hit your knee, just hard enough to show playful anger. "alright, alright, kidding!"

"do you know what you want to do after school?" he asked, also lowering himself to the ground, but staying propped up on one elbow, his body turned to you.

"not exactly, i really like herbology and history of magic, so maybe find a job where i can study how wizards lived in the past? like how they used plants and stuff" it was something you had thought a lot about, but hadn't really found an answer that fit well.

"you'd be great at that." you shot him a skeptical look. "what? it's not hard to notice you're brilliant in herbology. sprout has you practically teaching half the lessons." you felt a blush spread across your cheeks, and felt thankful that the sunlight was starting to dim. you hadn't even realized you two shared that class, you were always more occupied in the nearest plant.

"what about you?"

"something to do with defense against the dark arts, mcgonagall told me about a career in curse breaking that sounds good. i think it'd allow me to travel, which is a plus."

"that sounds amazing," you say, your mind whisking you away to all the places you wanted to see.

"you can come and visit me, wherever i am." bill chuckled, letting another heart-breaker grin fall into place on his lips.

"and what makes you think we'll keep in touch after we leave hogwarts?" the tone turning back to a lighter banter. you push yourself up onto your elbows

"well, for one thing, our mums. but i also just have a feeling." you're betrayed by your cheeks heating up again. you look into his eyes and find sincerity. they're a deep blue, almost like they've been taken from the nearby water. once again you're reminded of his handsomeness, but this time it's a little different. maybe it's because you've talked more and he's shown you the things he's taken time to notice in you. but his beauty feels warmer. like it was only for you, like it could engulf you. you can see he's started to move closer, and you start to mirror his actions. your eyes move from his to his lips and the light stubble that runs along his jaw, and back again to his eyes. "can i...?" you close your eyes and start to nod, anticipating the feeling of his lips on yours, until, "kids! dinner!" and just like that, the moment is ruined. the two of you open your eyes and put space between yourselves. you clear your throat and stand up, brushing sand off of your legs.

"we should get back," you say.

"uh, yeah, totally." he says, also standing and following you back to the house.

on the walk back, you make sure to stay a few steps ahead of bill to allow yourself some time to think. what had just happened? did you like bill? surely it was just a weird moment following a minor existential crisis about the future right? you should just forget about it and try to focus on spending time with you family the rest of the trip.

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ALL of the emojis for Siv :D

What is the kindest thing your OC has ever done for someone? What is the kindest thing someone has ever done for them? On the flip side, what is the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

I don’t think I can point out a *single* ultimate kind act, but Siv raising and caring for his brother throughout their whole childhood is definitely one of the kindest periods of his life. Spoilers, but: Siv didn’t actually believe himself to be capable of being a knight, in fact Ligero was specifically trying to keep him out of Larc’s life, letting them grow to be more independent, giving Siv every reason to be jealous and spiteful. But Siv trained to be a knight anyways because he didn’t want his brother to be alone through it all. He would never admit it, but Siv is a really kind and soft person. He cared for everyone of LinkLink’s scars and scabs when they went shield surfing, he took Zavis to a surprise party when his mother didn’t bother to throw anything that special. He wrote Revali letters, he sewed little rat plushies for Aryll to add to her collection—and I think it all stems from his childhood, where the only thing that he was certain of, the only choice that he could without a doubt claim was a good and kind thing that he didn’t mess up on, was caring and loving for someone that he by all other means didn’t have to.

As for the kindest thing someone has done for him, well honestly I think Siv would consider anyone giving him a basic amount of respect and appreciation as the “kindest” thing. Although once, Zavis allowed himself to team up with Link to plan a perfect party for Siv, which is to say, a very notable feat.

As for the worst thing Siv has done to someone: that’s probably spoilers. :3

What does your OC do when they see others upset or in pain? An upset friend? A stranger?

If a stranger was upset, Siv would probably just think, “Sucks to suck!” and move on. Unless they were like, REALLY sobbing, to the point where it would be impossible to ignore. Then he might stop walking, chat them up and buy them a drink, maybe hear their woes, but that’s probably it.

If it was a friend, he’d be immediately on their case, but would still try to play it off as him being an apathetic, disgruntled guy. But you know, Siv didn’t become an official royal Branch Buddy for nothing.

What is something true about your OC that they refuse to admit about themselves? Is there any reason to this besides embarrassment?

Under absolutely no circumstances will Siv admit that he is shorter than anyone. He finds it completely unfair that BOTH of his brothers are taller than him. He would hate it if you told him so, but Siv without a doubt has inherited a bit of his father’s ego, so calling him short, or even complimenting his hot royal guard brother when Siv is right there would ruffle his feathers to say the least

Describe a regular day for your OC. What is their schedule (if they have one).

Pre-Orator days, Siv basically wakes up whenever he wants (usually past noon), feeds the pet rats in the alleyways, then heads to the underground. Everyday is scraping enough rupees for a hot meal and a drink by selling illegal tickets to the underground monster fights, maybe organize a rigged gambling ring or two, and obviously scam any ten year olds that were looking to enter the world of pocket monster fighting themselves. Then when the “work” day is done, he’ll pop by an adequate tavern (the only one that would tolerate letting someone like him around) and eat and drink, and...that’s pretty much it.

As the Royal Orator, Siv wakes up and immediately heads to the dining hall, then hauls all the food and drink over to his office by 10am, cause that’s when his official work hours kick in. He then has to just sit there, listen to people’s grievances and input that will promptly be ignored (by either his hand, or most certainly by his superiors) while also posting out the important announcements and rat doodles with the Quill of Roost(both pre and post consumption). He might grab lunch in between and do fuck all, but by 9pm he’s gone out and about, doing whatever it takes to get as little sleep as possible because he doesn’t really like the sort of dreams he’s been having.

Current Siv doesn’t have a schedule, but he does have an agenda.

How does your OC think they will die? Does death scare them? Is there any reason for this?

Siv isn’t thinking about death. In truth, he thought he would have died much, MUCH earlier. Maybe get stabbed or executed? Maybe have a poor run in with an ex or particularly angry victim of his scams? But hey, now that’s he’s living the high life with all this power, he doesn’t care about death! For all he knows, he could live forever as long as he sticks with Ganon! All he has to do is follow what he says, and he’ll be happy forever and never have to fear anything ever again.

What is your OC’s most traumatic experience? (If they don’t have just one traumatic experience either pick one or describe them all!)

The Asunder Incident.

Siv constantly questions himself after that, “Why would I do that? Was I really capable of killing someone? Surely not, I’m not...I’m not that bad...” but the facts obviously stated otherwise. This was basically the incident that cemented himself as the person he is at the start of hku, apathetic and broken. He wouldn’t admit it then, but this singular event basically solidified everyone’s prejudice and perception of him, and rightfully proved them correct. It was his own actions that left him hated, abandoned, and alone, so yeah, he can’t complain now, it’s all his fault.

How would your OC react to the death of a friend/family member/loved one? Is there anyone they can confide in?

If Ligero died he would throw a fucking party for the ages.

Other than that, yeah, if someone he knew and cared about died he would be very heart broken about it. I think the only person he would really confide in about it would be Larc, but if it WAS Larc that died...I can only assume he would at the very least be severely depressed. He’s his favourite, cherished, little brat brother, after all.

What would your OC be like if they were evil. Or if they’re already evil what would they be like as the good guy?

This is an interesting question given that...I’ve already shown both sides to this, haven’t I? Maybe I’ll just let the story speak for itself...

How would your OC react to somebody telling them that they love them? (+ bonus give another characters/OC name!)

Siv would first play it off as a joke because defense mechanism! “Haha, yeah, and you know what I love? The bathroom!” and he would be off escape the situation. But if they were persistent, he would be very flustered and very...vulnerable, and scarily sentimental in his opinion. It would take some time, but I believe eventually he would really, truly accept it, in the end. Although patience is certainly a virtue, it took an entire childhood for him to use the L word for his brother.

What does your OC hate about themself? What lies about themself do they believe? On the flip side, What does your OC love about themself?

He hates being a bad person. He does not believe himself to be good or worthy of anything, thus he internalizes it wholeheartedly in order to gain that sense of control. So now that Siv’s accepted he will never be truly happy, he’s like, “Great! I can just not care about anyone else now.”

Thankfully, that’s changed recently, and he now believes, “You know what? I’m NOT a bad person! It’s everyone else that’s been wronging me! The problem with me is that I’ve been way to much of a coward to take what I deserve, so now I’m gonna do it, no matter what! I deserve to not be hurt anymore, and if I can’t do whatever it takes to achieve that, then how can I say I deserve to be happy in the first place?” Be sure to thank Calamity Ganon for that pep talk.

Right now Siv loves his power. He’s had the most control and power in this one relationship with Ganon than he’s ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He’s finally on top! Number one! He has something to really be proud of about himself! The old Siv hated themselves, but now that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Does your OC have any scars? How and when did they get them?

He doesn’t have any notable scars, especially given that he’s got the power o’ malice, baby! Malice is a representation of many things, one of them being time and memory, so it’s pretty easy for it to heal and return skin, flesh, and bone to a prior state. Perfect for healing and repairing people and objects, alike! Of course, malice is more famous for doing the opposite, sucking your soul out from you prematurely, feeling yourself die rapidly, your last breath being snatched and forced out of your lungs, a thousand breaths meant for a lifetime suddenly sapped out in a few minutes. But I don’t know why I’m talking about that, that’s not relevant haha

What is something your OC blames themself for and is it really their fault? Does it keep them up at night and is there any lingering trauma?

The Asunder Incident, he blames his actions for leading him to basically abandon his brother for like fifteen years. But that’s all I’m gonna say as I have plans to talk about his feelings on it further in the actual story.

In what situation would your OC be pushed to commit an act of violence? Would they go as far to kill someone if they had to? How would this affect them and their relationships with others?

Why, I can’t answer this in detail! That’d be giving away the story :3

Ok, maybe I’ll say this: Siv tells himself that he would do anything to get what he wants, of course he would do anything, because if he can’t, well then that just means he’s a pathetic coward who doesn’t deserve happiness anyways. So of course he claims that he will do anything, even killing someone.

What would your OC do if they were given god-like powers or the ability to change anything about the world for a whole day?

Siv would eliminate all shitty parents, maybe also give revive some dead people, and also permanently have a giant neon green tattoo of a dick be on Ligero’s forehead. Assivus would do the first thing, but he might also make everyone who has ever wronged him suffer for a very long time on top of that.

Describe one of your OC’s worst nightmares.

- Oh no, made a ficlet.

The first night he was in the castle, he had a dream.

There was a man, sitting across from him, dressed in glittering gold, with a green sash wrapped across his chest and waist. He was tapping his long nails against a desk, HIS desk, the white and purple quill still in the cup of ink, and blank parchment in front of him.

The man looked very out of place, and that was ignoring the fact that he was a withering corpse.

You’re dashing, aren’t you? The man said, still tapping his fingers. That’s when Siv realized that he was just sitting opposite to him, in the seat where guests were supposed to be. He tried to speak, but couldn’t. He tried to move, but couldn’t. He tried to blink, but didn’t.

He sat there and listened to the man, attentively.

Do you know what you’re doing here, Asunder? the man asked. Asivus didn’t. Do you know why I’ve allowed you here? What you are?

Siv didn’t know, but he couldn’t exactly express as such.

That’s because you don’t need to know. At least for now. The man leaned forward like mist, disappearing as Siv felt something pass through him, he couldn’t turn to look behind him as a delicate hand was on his shoulder. You’ll know things when I want you to know. You’ll say things when I want them to be said. And you will do things when I want them to be done. Because I own you. Err...

The man suddenly stopped to think, leaning on the right arm of Siv’s chair, tapping his bony chin, as if he had made a casual slip of the tongue. Because...you owe me. Yes, that’s the word. I’ve helped you so much Assivus Asunder. Or “will?” “Have?” “Am currently?” Futures and times are a funny thing. I apologize, I’ll have my words sorted out into something more professional and proper in our future.

The man spun around, and suddenly, he was no longer a corpse, but a dashing Gerudo man, dressed brilliantly and handsomely. His eyes were no longer a hollow gold, but green, somehow familiar.

The room was no longer some dinky orator office, but the sanctum of the castle, the apex of the kingdom. The man snapped his head towards him.

Let me ask you something, Assivus Asunder: Would you rather be here?

He gestured to the grand view of the sanctum, the sunset casting striking shades of red, black, and gold across the towering walls.

Or here?

The world spun once again, and they were suddenly on a dark street. The houses of Rauru diced the stone brick pavement. Siv glanced around and saw himself, sitting on the ground. There were two knights, one of them cursing loudly, and the other laying down beside him. There was so much blood and he could feel himself floating closer and—

No. NO. Wait. STOP. PLEASE! He tried to speak, scream, anything. No sound came. He saw a sword, a dark and rich puddle that seemed to even reflect his own face and—

They were suddenly back in the office.

Which is better? What do you prefer, of the two? I’m assuming the former? The man looked at him. I will allow you to nod yes or no to the former.

Siv immediately nodded a yes.

Trick question!The man boomed. Both are fantastic places, environments that you should love and cherish. There is so much good hiding in the places you would least expect, Assivus. I’ll help you remember that.

The world was suddenly nothing. Nothing but black. Just him, in a chair, staring at this smiling, pleasant, scary, red haired man.

Don’t you want help, Assivus? I think there’s something you want, that you need help attaining? Isn’t there something? There’s no shame in admitting.

Siv thought for a moment, then slowly nodded a yes.

Do you want MY help?

Uhh...Siv wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Perhaps you can do a favor for me?

Fuck no! was Siv’s immediate thought. Who the fuck—First off, I don’t think I really like you, actually, so—

Oh that’s alright! The man was suddenly very close to his face. Oh shit, could he hear my thoughts? Assivus, you can do whatever you want to do to be happy. I don’t want to force anything from you. He patted his cheek with a very cold hand.

In fact, I’ve now decided you don’t have to do anything for me. I am going to help you, and you don’t need to do anything in return. The man stood back, clasping his hands together. How does that sound?

I... He tried to speak, but remembered he couldn’t even move his lips.

I’m sorry again, Asunder. Here, I’ll allow you to speak now. The man didn’t even wave a hand, but Siv could suddenly feel how hoarse and dry his throat was.

So how about it, Assivus Asunder? I want you to be in charge of your destiny, I want you to be in total control. I would never force anything from you, I will simply be here, by your side, helping here and there, as you...figure it all out. How is that? Does that sound alright?

Siv opened his mouth, but couldn’t decide the words. If I say yes can I go back to sleep? Hella tired...

The man didn’t move, but Siv someone sensed a whisper beckoning somewhere with a “Yes. We’re all tired of many things, aren’t we?”

“O-Ok...” Siv finally said. “Alright, sure. I don’t see why n—”

Before the words were fully out of his mouth, the world suddenly stopped dead, as quick as a snap. He awoke from his bed with a jolt, his heart racing like he had just run a marathon, even though he didn’t find those last moments to be that thrilling or terrifying.

Siv sat for a moment longer, trying to contemplate the dream. But as most dreams are, the memory of it fell out of his grasp like loose sand between his fingers, and soon enough, it was already gone.

He flopped back into bed with a sigh.

Whatever it was, it was probably nothing.

What advice would your OC give to their younger self? What advice does your OC need now?

Already answered in a previous ask c:

#oc ask game #out of character #Asivus Hartell #hku spoilers #Yes the ficlet at the end I'd consider canon

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fact-fictionx · 3 years

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Coffee

Colin Bridgerton x Reader

Inspired from this ask that I was sent when I was having a bad day (x)

Summary: Colin visits your cafe every day, until he doesn't. He finally returns with a charming smile and gifts.

Rating: General

Word count: 1,830

Warnings: fluffy fluff, no beta, probably grammatical errors because I wrote the majority of this on my phone, or in my very cold 'study' space on my laptop and I think my fingers may just fall off.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Colin at the coffee shop and you were quite ashamed to admit that every time the door chimed around 10am your heart fluttered in hope that it was him. But it wasn’t him. It was never him.

At first you wondered if he had decided not to visit the dainty little cafe you managed, that he’d fallen back into the hands of the big money making coffee places. Then you began to think irrationally, wondering if he’d been hit by a bus. Then, as the days grew longer and your heart ached more, you thought maybe Colin just wasn’t that in to you.

The first time you met Colin he had stumbled into the empty cafe about two minutes after the heavens opened and the rain began to hammer the streets. The cafe was empty, you’d had your normal morning rush of customers, and then it usually stilled until maybe lunch time.

But in stumbled Colin, his hair drenched and his shoulders splattered with rain drops, his breathing heavy and his mouth wide trying to regain his breath.

“Oh are you closed?” He asked, his eyes looking around at the empty tables.

“No,” you smiled politely, slipping off your stool behind the counter and heading to the till, “would you like anything?” you asked in an attempt to keep the drenched man inside, hoping that propriety would dictate him to stay instead of venture out into the rain.

Then he smiled, his smile wide and charming, it sent a flutter through your body and you then became quite anxious that your skin was now flush. You watched him in silence as he walked towards you, his head tiping up to look at the menu.

“Just a latte please,” he said as his head dropped and his eyes met yours once again, his lips now curved into a delightful smile. You froze for a second, but it felt like forever, before jumping in your skin slightly and turning to the coffee machine.

After you gave him the latte he stayed at the counter. He didn’t go to a table in the corner and stared diligently out the window waiting for the rain to at least ease so he could move from the awkwardly quiet cafe, he stayed. And you talked.

After that day Colin came in every day at 10am, like clockwork. He knew you’d be quiet, or at least the customer level manageable, and he sat by the counter and you talked. He ate whatever freshly baked cake or muffin you had on sale and then took a sandwich to go as soon as the lunch rush began to trickle in.

You had always wondered what he did that meant he could easily spare two hours of his day sitting and talking, but you never asked, it seemed oddly personal and slightly judgemental.

And then every Saturday he would come around closing, buying whatever pastry and cake that you had left over that would only go into the bin. It was an odd gesture, but you believed him when he assured you that he would eat most of it and any left overs would be devoured by his siblings.

But then he stopped coming. Without a mention to you, he stopped. And it hurt. It hurt like hell. Like your heart had been ripped from your chest and nothing else could fill the gap. There was nothing between you, but surely a man who spent at least 2 hours of his day 6 days a week to sit and talk and spend his money, cared about you? Thought you as friends. But it was obviously all a fantasy you made up in your head? Surely? People didn’t find love with their customers, he was just being nice and maybe he just liked the food.

It still didn’t take away from the empty feeling that sat on your chest every day, constantly gnawing at you and making you feel lost. It didn’t stop you dreaming of him when you slept. And it certainly didn't stop you looking with hope when the door opened every morning, hoping that the brunette would come through the door flashing his smile.

Finally, you gave up. After two weeks you had given up. Your childish dreams of a future with the man who fell in love with you over a cup of coffee was gone. Two weeks was too long to pine over someone whom you really didn't know, other than the fact he had an odd affection to coffee and could eat anything you put in front of him.

You crouched behind the counter, clipboard in hand, counting your stock. Ready to put in your order so it would hopefully arrive by Monday morning. The little bell by the door rung. "Sorry, we're closed." You shouted over the counter, not bothering to stand up because you were sure you changed the sign on the door. You didn't hear the bell ring again.

A slight panic began to fill through your body, you had feared this happening ever since you took over the cafe and closed by yourself. You hadn't locked the door, you never did until you got the till out to cash up, sometimes deliveries stopped by or friends. It was always a pain to drop what you were doing and let them in. So you never locked it. Usually someone announced themselves, but this time they didn't and the panic rushed through you like a wave crashing on the shore.

"I'm sorry, we're closed." You said again through a shaken breath, hoping that your fear couldn't be heard. When you didn't hear the bell go again, you took a deep breath and stood, ready to face your worst nightmare, wishing that your phone wasn't sitting on the counter out of reach, or that the owner had installed a panic button. Your hands gripped around your clipboard, your knuckles white as your fingers dug into the wood.

"Colin." You gasped, the clipboard falling from your hands and clattering against the floor, narrowly missing your foot. "Hi," he smiled that charming smile that always filled your stomach with butterflies, that made all fear and worry disappear.

You wanted to scream at him, to pick up the clipboard and smack his arm with it, to ask him where had he been these last two weeks. But you couldn't, you had no right to. Instead you pulled on your best known customer service smile and spoke, "long time no see."

Colin dipped his head before scratching at his jaw and letting out a slight chuckle, and it was the first time you noticed that the brunette had a slight tan, freckles were apparent on his face and his hair had golden streaks that had turned from the sun. He went on holiday. Surely you would tell someone you spend a lot of time with that you were going on holiday?

"I went to Greece," he said, answering your silent questions. He lifted a gift bag filled with tissue paper and placed it on the counter, "I got these for you." he added, his eyes scanning yours trying to figure out your emotions.

If your stomach could turn itself inside out, you were sure it would be doing it right now. You stared at the gift bag, the floral pattern climbed up the material and blended seamlessly into the tissue paper that hid the content of the bag from you. "You didn't have to..." You whispered, slightly scared to reach for the bag. Colin pushed it closer. "It's the least I could do considering I forgot to tell you I was going," he added, your eyes instantly flickered from the bag to his, your mouth slightly agape. It was like he was reading your mind, answering all your questions. Maybe, just maybe, Colin did care. "Go on, have a look," Colin bit down on his lip and you could see the way his Adams apple bobbed slightly as he gulped, nerves running through him.

You pulled the bag towards you, the sound of the bag rubbing against the counter the only noise between you two. Opening it, you delicately pulled the first layer of tissue paper from the bag and placed it carefully on the side. The bag was wracked with things. First you pulled out a bag of greek coffee beans, followed by a small box that seemed to hold a dainty espresso type cup, covered in an intricate design. Looking up at Colin your eyes filled with tears, you had never received such an amount of gifts from even your best of friends, or your family. But Colin had. When you looked at him his eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, waiting to see if he did good, if he picked the right things.

"You didn't have to..." you whispered again, shaking your head slightly at the sheer amount of items that sat inside the bag. You continued to pull items out, a tin of baclava, some chocolate, a small bottle of ouzo and finally a plaited leather bracelet.

"Colin..." you looked up and shook your head at him, mostly in disbelief that he had got you all of this. Part of you wondered what gifts he brought bag for his family, did he have to buy extra luggage allowance?

"Do you like it?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck in worry. "I-" you breathed in disbleif, looking back at the items that were not placed orderly on the counter, "I love it." you added, your eyes still glazed with tears as you looked up at him with the widest smile on your face. Finally, Colin smiled again. And although it was still charming, there was more, it was filled with relief and happiness, and there was something else in the way he looked at you that made your heart flutter and your stomach twist.

"Y/N," he swallowed, his smile fading into a delicate turn of his lips, "Do you want to go to dinner, with me, tonight?" he asked, the anxiety running over his face once again.

When the question left Colin's lips you froze, your mind a complete haze and your eyes blurry with the tears of pure happiness from the encounter. With your heart pounding against your chest you opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn't come out. A giddiness had taken over your body, it was if just looking at the bottle of ouzo had made you drunk. "Of course!" you began to laugh, and Colin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and maybe also fear.

"Colin Bridgerton," you said as you caught your breath, looking at him with a steady face and glimmering eyes, "I would love to go for dinner with you." and he smiled again, and this time you were quite sure that if he smiled at you once more he would have your heart and soul forever.

#colin bridgerton #bridgerton #Bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fanficton #colin x reader #couldn't not write a coffee shop au could I????

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robynsaurr · 4 years

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Goh comforts Ash (fanfic!)

Authors note: hello cherries :) This fic discusses a lot about depression/mental health. Depression is something I suffer with, and a coping mechanism I use is venting out my emotions through writing. As always, there won't be anything too heavy in this fic. Enjoy :) Goh couldn't entirely place when the change in Ash happened.

One moment he was the loud, excitable and happy kid Goh was used to. His smile was enough to brighten anyone's day, his laughter was enough to light up the every star in the sky.

But one day it all seemed to change. That shine in his eyes hollowed, always appearing dark and haunted. He smiled less, and whenever he did his eyes wouldn't light up. It looked forced.

At first he'd tried to make an effort, although even getting out of bed appeared to be exhausting. His voice become monotone and emotionless.

Maybe it was a good thing Ash wasn't the best at acting or nobody would've known he wasn't okay.

And Goh hurt because Ash was hurting. Because he bottled everything up inside and wouldn't tell a soul about what was going on in his head.

He almost felt hurt that Ash wouldn't tell him what was wrong. They were best friends now, why couldn't Ash trust him?

But then this is Ash we're talking about. Goh recalled the day Ash had become sick. He didnt say anything all day, until he eventually collapsed.

Ash was just like that, anything about Pokémon battling and he wouldn't shut up for days, but it seemed like he'd rather be shocked ten times in a row by Pikachu's thunderbolt rather than talk about his feelings.

It was nearly 5am on a Tuesday morning, and Goh had just woken uo after a disturbed sleep, tossing and turning as he thought about Ash.

He didn't have to be up early. Usually the alarm would sound at 10am. But Goh couldn't sleep.

He got dressed and brushed his teeth, then walked over to Ash's sleeping form om the lower bunk.

Goh gently shook his shoulder.

"Ash. Ash!" He whispered loudly.

Ash groaned, waking up more easily than he usually does. The amber sunlight shone in through the crack between the curtain, hurting his tired eyes. "Goh, it's early" he grumbled.

"So? You were barely asleep anyway. You never wake up that quick" Goh watched as Ash rapidly blinked his eyes, waking up properly now.

"What is it?"

"I need to talk to you. Get dressed, We're going out"

Confused, Ash reluctantly pulled a shirt and a pair of pants out his drawer. He got dressed, cramming his hat down on his knotted, messy hair.

Goh took him by his wrist, leaving the room. It was just them, Pikachu was still asleep on Ash's bed.

They both walked silently, past the town, into a more desolate area. It was a small grassy cliff by a large tree that looked over the town. The sky was lit up by a soft morning glow of ambers and oranges as the sun began to rise on the early winter morning.

It was truly beautiful, Goh and Ash stood by eachother, just taking in the scenery.

Ash turned his head to look at Goh. "Why'd you take me here?"

"I just wanted to watch the sun rise"

For a moment or two, there was silence, and all they felt was the cold winter air stinging their skin.

"And I need to talk to you, Ash"

Ash swallowed, suddenly feeling slightly nervous. "About what?"

"You. You've been different lately. Please, just tell me what's wrong"

Ash opened his mouth, but Goh cut in before he could protest.

"And don't tell me its nothing because I know it's not!"

Ash nodded, and he was quiet for a moment. After a long pause, he shut his eyes and sighed.

"I-I have something wrong with me"

He had his eyes closed. His cheeks were burning with shame and his fingers were curled into fists.

Before Goh could question him, he continued.

"It started happening two years back. Whenever winter came round... things just got worse. Getting out of bed was hard... I couldn't eat, I just felt so sad all the time. All I wanted to do was cry..." Ash had his head turned away from Goh, staring into the distance.

"I could hide it at first. Until it began to get worse... I told my mum. She took me to a doctor" Ash swallowed, taking a deep breath. "He said I had something called seasonal affective disorder. He gave me pills for it, although they didn't really do much. No one else knew apart from Mum. It felt embarrassing, shameful, I d-didn't want anyone else to know..."

"Ash..." Goh put a hand on his shoulder. "Is that all it is?"

Ash blinked, stunned. He still had his head turned, like he was confessing a deep, dark secret.

"It's okay. It happens, people suffer from these things. It's not shameful, it's not a bad thing." Goh paused, looking at Ash, who had tears brimming in his eyes. "It's a part of life. And it's not a nice thing to feel, but if you talk to people... we can help you. People care about you, Ash. I care about you. And we want you to be okay"

Tears were spilling down Ash's cheeks.

"Ash..." Goh continued. "I don't want the Ash who fakes a smile. I want the real Ash. You don't have to fake anything anymore. I'm here for you"

Ash didn't move. He was stunned by Goh's words. He hadn't expected them at all.

He thought he'd laugh at him, tell him he was an attention seeker. Or think he was weak or a coward.

Goh tilted Ash's chin up with his hand. Ash looked up into his eyes.

"Th-thank you”

Goh wrapped his arms round him, and they stood, wrapped in eachothers embrace for several minutes.

"Ash? Let's take a break from research or training today. We can look around the shops for souvenirs and go to the beach together instead"

Ash smiled, his first genuine smile in weeks.

"Sounds good.

Authors note: I am sorry for the lack of quality in this fic! i wrote it as a coping mechanism so it's not the best, but i still hope you enjoyed. much love <3

(also yes i wrote “mum” instead of “mom” im sorry sadly i am british 😔✌)

#journeyshipping #fatedencountershipping #firstfriendshipping #ash x gou #ash x goh #satoshi x gou #satoshi #ash #Ash Ketchum #goh #gou #pokemon #angst #anipoke #fanfic #fanfiction #hurt #comfort #satogou

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zukoskataraa · 4 years

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a request i got a long time ago! sorry this took soooo long, hope you guys like it!

prompt #19: i’ve missed this

“Will you be home for Christmas break?” Zuko asks his girlfriend, Katara - who he was currently facetiming, as he lays down on his bed and places his laptop on his stomach.

“I’m not sure yet.” Katara replies, not bothering to look up at Zuko as she was busy writing down notes.

“Oh.” Zuko says, disappointment evident in his voice. Katara looks at Zuko, for the second time during their ongoing 38-minute facetime call, and gives him a sincere look.

“Hey, I don’t wanna say yes when I’m not sure yet, because you’ll get your hopes up. And then you’d be disappointed if I can’t actually be there. Finals are next week and I still have some projects to work on over the break. Sorry, Zuko.” Katara says, and Zuko shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“No, no. Don’t worry about it. I understand, Kat. I just… I miss you. So bad.” Zuko says, and Katara giggles.

“Aw, well aren’t you cute? I miss you too. A lot.” Katara says and Zuko smiles.

“I miss you more. Anyway, I don’t wanna take up too much of your time. I know you’re still busy, and I shouldn’t have called.” Zuko says.

“Hey, no. Don’t worry about it, baby.” Katara says, and Zuko’s cheeks turn a shade of light pink at the pet name. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m always happy to talk to you.”

“Thanks, Kat. I gotta go, I have to go out and buy some food. Study hard, but don’t forget to rest, okay? Talk to you later, future doctor.” Zuko smiles, winking. Katara blushes.

“Will do, Zuko. Bye.” She blows him a kiss and ends the call. Zuko sighs, thinking about Katara. They had been in a relationship since they were freshmen in college, and fast forwards five years later, where Zuko was in his fifth year of architecture - he failed two subjects last year - and Katara had graduated with nursing as her pre-med, and was currently in her first year of medicine, and got into her dream medical school which was across the country.

Zuko was happy for Katara, he didn’t want to hold her back from her dreams. He knew that she always wanted to become a doctor, and he would let her pursue her dreams, even if it meant having a long distance relationship. The first few months were hard, with them having different timezones - thus not being able to talk to each other properly. But once they got used to it, they would talk whenever they could, which meant just staying on call while Katara studied and wrote notes, or when Zuko had plates to finish. It had been five months since the couple saw each other in person, and Zuko was hoping that he could see Katara during Christmas break. But that didn’t seem to be the case. Or so, Zuko thought.

A week had passed by since Katara told Zuko that she might not make it home for the break, but nothing had changed between the two. They still talked, but Katara could tell that Zuko was feeling down.

“So, it’s the last day of your finals tomorrow, right?” Zuko asks, writing down some important details from the article he was reading. Katara hums.

“Technically, later. Since it’s already Friday here. But yeah, I have physiology in the morning and parasitology in the afternoon.” Katara says, her voice tired.

“You should focus on studying.” Zuko says. He didn’t mean to sound cold, but that’s how it sounded like to Katara.

“Zuko, are you mad?” She asks as she stops writing down her notes. Zuko looks at her, eyes wide.

“W-What? No. I’m not. Sorry. I’ve just been swamped with a lot of research and homework. I didn’t mean to sound angry.” Zuko says. The both of them have had sleepless nights the past week, with Katara studying for finals, and Zuko writing papers. The amount of caffeine the two had consumed the past few days was, in simple terms, a lot.

“It’s okay. Sorry if I jumped to conclusions.” Katara says. “I should go.”

“Y-Yeah. Sorry again, Kat.” Zuko says. “Make sure to rest, okay? Don’t push yourself too hard.” Zuko says, his voice filled with love.

“Will do, Zuko. Love you.” She blows him a kiss and Zuko smiles.

“Love you too, Kat. Bye.” He ends the call, cursing to himself.

Katara sighs, groaning. She was tired of studying, and as much as she wanted to sleep, she still had to finish reviewing. She grabs her phone and calls Sokka, her brother and Zuko’s best friend.

“HEY SIS WHAT’S UP?” Sokka answers on the first ring, his voice a little too loud, making Katara flinch and laugh.

“Hey, Sokka.” She stifles a yawn, and Sokka grunts.

“Isn’t it like 2am there? You should get some rest kiddo.” Sokka says and Katara sighs.

“I’m only one year younger than you. And yeah, I’ll sleep after um, you know the plan, right?” Katara says, grabbing the airplane ticker inside her planner, and Sokka snorts.

“Of course! It’s gonna be the sweetest thing ever. I just don’t know why you just won’t tell him. Why does it have to be a surprise?” Sokka asks and Katara shrugs, even though she knows he can’t see her.

“I-I don’t know. I just want to see how he’d react. Like you know in movies where when the guy surprises the girl at the airport? The girl cries and runs to him and all that?”

“Katara, this isn’t a movie. But, I understand where you’re coming from. I’m actually excited to see the look on Zuko’s face. And I’m excited to see you as well, I guess.” Sokka says and Katara laughs.

“Gee, thanks Sokka. I feel the love.” Katara says and yawns.

“You need to sleep now, kiddo. Call me later when your exams are over, okay?” Sokka says.

“Yeah. Sure thing. I gotta go. Bye.” Katara hangs up, yawning. She smiles as she fiddles with the plane ticket in her hands, and places it back in her planner. She couldn’t wait for Sunday.

“How were your exams? You aced them, right?” Zuko asks, smiling. Katara giggles as she sets her phone on her desk and places her bag on the floor.

“They were difficult. But, I hope I passed.” Katara says and Zuko shakes his head.

“I know you passed! It’s you after all, Kat.” Zuko says and Katara smiles.

“Aw, thanks. I hope those sleepless nights paid off. Now I can rest and sleep all day. Well, aside from the paper I have to pass when the break is over. But other than that, I’m free!” Katara says and Zuko chuckles.

“You definitely deserve a break. I envy you, actually. I still have to pass this paper that’s due tomorrow, as well as 5 plates, which I’m not yet done with. Well, I finished four of them. The last one, I’m almost done with. Ah, sorry for rambling.” Zuko says, embarrassed and Katara giggles.

“No, it’s alright. Your rambling is always cute.” She says and Zuko blushes. “Oh, I have to call Sokka. Talk to you later?” She asks, and Zuko nods.

“Yes, yeah. Bye, Kat.” Zuko smiles and Katara’s heart melts.

“Bye, Zuko.” She blows him a kiss and ends the call. She calls Sokka, who answers right away.

“Hey, Kat!” A different voice answers.

“Suki!” Katara squeals.

“Yup! Sokka is in the bathroom, so I picked up instead.” Suki explains.

“I can’t wait to see you on Sunday!” Katara says and Suki laughs.

“Same here. It’s been so long! We are definitely hanging out when you’re here. I’m not letting Zuko keep you all to himself.” Suki jokes and Katara giggles.

“Hey, Suki, who are you talking to?” Sokka asks in the background.

“Katara.” She tells Sokka. “I’m handing you over to Sokka now.” Suki tells Katara.

“Hey, sis.” Sokka says, sitting down beside Suki.

“Hey. Sunday okay? 10am, you pick me up at the airport, then we go to Zuko’s place.” Katara says. That was the plan, she hadn’t thought of anything else, because complicated plans weren’t needed.

“We can’t hang out before going to Zuko’s place?” Sokka asks and Katara laughs.

“We can hang out the next day, I promise.” Katara says.

“I’m taking you up on your promise.” Sokka replies and Katara giggles.

“Yeah, sure. Anyway, I gotta go. See you on Sunday! Bye.” Katara hangs up, sighing.

She grabs her suitcase and starts to pack her clothes and essentials. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to pack too much stuff, considering she’d only be there for two and a half weeks. When it’s 6pm, Katara is almost done packing, aside from the things she still needed to use before leaving, like her laptop and charger. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, and runs the water in the bath. A warm bath after a stressful week was what she needed. She grabs her phone and opens her playlist, the smooth sound echoing in the bathroom. She takes off her clothes and sighs as she sinks down in the tub, the water easing her muscles. She smiles, thinking of Zuko.

“We’re almost there. Are you ready?” Sokka asks Katara, who was smiling brightly.

“Definitely! Thanks again for doing this, Sokka.” Katara says. Suki smiles as she continues to cling onto Katara.

“Don’t mention it, sis.” Sokka says.

“Don’t leaveeeee” Suki says, hugging Katara even tighter and Katara laughs.

“We’ll see each other again tomorrow, Suki.” Katara says, hugging Suki back.

“We’re here.” Sokka says as he slowly pulls up in front of Zuko’s apartment. Katara sighs, biting her lip.

“You can let go now, Suki.” Katara says and Suki does as she’s told, and Katara gets out of the car. Sokka and Suki follow her, and Sokka gets Katara’s suitcase in the trunk. Katara looks at Sokka and Suki, shaking her hands in nervousness. “What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he hates me for lying to him? I should just go home.” Katara says and Suki takes Katara’s hands in hers.

“Kat, relax. Deep breaths. He’s gonna be ecstatic that you’re here, I promise.” Suki assures her best friend. Katara looks at her and nods.

“Go on, Kat. Give him the surprise of his life.” Sokka says. Katara nods as she walks up to the door. Sokka is standing by the car and Suki is hiding at the side, her phone recording the whole thing. Katara takes a deep breath and knocks three times on the door, biting her lip. A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal Zuko, his hair disheveled, bags under his eyes. Katara looks into his eyes and smiles, and Zuko widens his eyes, taking the time to process what he was seeing.

“Katara?” He asks, and she nods, smiling. “Oh my god.” He says and in an instant, Katara is in Zuko’s arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, heads buried in each other’s necks. Zuko can’t help but get slightly emotional. They pull away a minute later, and Zuko carefully puts Katara back on the ground. Zuko’s thumb caresses her cheek, and she smiles.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Katara says, leaning up to wipe away a tear on Zuko’s cheek. Zuko chuckles, sniffling.

“Sorry. I just… I can’t believe you’re here.” He says as he engulfs Katara in another hug, burying his face into her hair. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.” He whispers and Katara smiles.

“I’ve missed you too, Zuko. More than you know.” She pulls away and leans up to give Zuko a quick peck on the lips. She tiptoes and whispers into his ear, “There’s more of that later, but we have to get rid of our guests first.” She winks and Zuko chuckles.

“Affirmative.” He replies and takes Katara’s hand in his. Suki comes out from hiding, smiling.

“See! I told you he’d be ecstatic.” Suki says and Katara laughs.

“Of course I’d be ecstatic. I finally got to see my girl after 5 months.” Zuko says and Katara blushes. Sokka walks up to them, Katara’s suitcase in hand, as well as her bag.

“Here you go Kat.” Sokka says. “Nice to see you, Zuko.”

“Dude, we saw each other yesterday.” Zuko laughs and Sokka chuckles.

“That we did. Anyway, me and Suki should get going. See you guys tomorrow.” Sokka says and Suki waves goodbye at the couple. Zuko grabs Katara’s suitcase and hauls it into the apartment. Katara closes the door, and Zuko sits on the couch. Katara walks up to him and sits on his lap, straddling him. Zuko raises his eyebrows, amused, and chuckles as he puts his hands on her thighs.

“You should have told me you were coming home. I would have thrown you a surprise party or something.” Zuko says and Katara giggles.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Katara says, wrapping her hands around Zuko’s neck. “Were you surprised?” She asks and Zuko nods.

“Yup. How long have you known that you could come home for the break?” Zuko asks, his thumbs tracing small circles on Katara’s thighs.

“Uh, when you first brought up the topic.” Katara says, biting her lip. Zuko looks at her, surprised. “I thought that I might accidentally say it whenever we talked because of how tired I was. Like it might slip out of something.” Katara explains and Zuko chuckles.

“Well, I’m glad to have you here, back in my arms.” Zuko says, smirking. He leans close to her, his face inches from hers. The was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, and Katara’s breath hitches in her throat. “And I know you’re tired. I am too, but just to be clear, we won’t be getting much rest today.” He says as he crashes his lips into hers, and Katara gasps at the sudden contact. Today would be a long day.

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Luke//the very first moment i beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone

Request: Can you do a Luke Hemmings x female reader one-shot? The reader is a British actress and was cast as Elizabeth Bennett in the movie Prejudice and Zombies instead of Lily James (I have nothing against her, it’s just that she needs to be removed from the one-shot in order for it to work) and her boyfriend Luke’s there when she and Sam Riley film Elizabeth and Darcy’s fight scene and they go out for lunch with Sam and his wife afterwards? The scene’s from the video on the YouTube channel Movieclips

hey! so i know that this scene wouldn’t have been filmed all in one shot, but i just thought it would be better if i wrote it like i did. i also know they probably didn’t do their own stunts (lie, lily james can do absolutely anything and everything) but well, i made it so you do! anyway. how’s everyone’s day? i hope they’re well! and i hope future me’s day is going well too! i also hope future you is good too!

Your whole life you’d been dreaming of this. Everything you’ve ever done has been leading up to this moment. Your first feature film, before this you’d had small roles in a few cable shows and side characters in a couple of films, as well as playing the main character in some indie film a friend was doing, but this was your big break.

The director and casting agents saw something in you, sent you the script and asked you to send them a tape. You’d done it at 10am, and found out you got the job at 2, so they were clearly very impressed.

And when you told Luke he was even more impressed. You’d never seen him smile so wide and the two of you jumped up and down in excitement before you phoned all your friends and family.

Two weeks later you were on a place back to England with Luke in tow so you could find a small flat to rent for the months you’d be rehearsing and filming. You were of course happy to be home, your house with Luke may be lovely and LA’s weather may be a lot better than Britains but it doesn’t stop the home sickness. However that’s what you were worried about with Luke, he hadn’t been in London for this long since he lived here with the band, so you were worried he’d end up bored and lonely.

But to your surprise he was loving it. He was glad to be back and with you being away filming for most of the day it gave him the chance to do some song writing and to catch up with other hobbies he may have neglected since the success of the band.

Today however, Luke had asked if he could tag along with you. He wanted to see you at work and watch you do what you loved. He said it was only fair because you’d been to all of his shows you could possibly go to, and for a while you were even on tour with him. So now it was his turn to return to the favour.

Plus, he said he needed to see you in action in order to hype you up to everyone he spoke to.

“Okay!” The director calls and the room goes silent.

You make eye contact with Luke and send him a thumbs up which makes him chuckle and shake his head.

“Everyone ready? Good. And action.”

“I’ve come to feel for you a most ardent admiration and regard, which has overcome my better judgement.” Sam starts, his head moves as if he’s trying to find the right words and you stare at him in, your lips pulled into a straight line and your eyebrows furrowed at his sudden declaration.

Even when the camera’s not on you you need to act, it helps keep you in character, helps keep you in the moment, and most importantly it helps whoever you're acting alongside. If they see your reactions to the words they are saying, they can use that to better their own performance and that gives everyone the most authentic scenes possible.

“So.” He takes a deep breath and gets down on one knee. You take a step back, a small gasp leaving your lips as you stare down at him. “Now I ask you most fervently to end my turmoil and consent to be my wife.” He asks and there’s a few seconds of silence while you look between him and the floor.

“If I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you...” You start, your voice quiet. Hurt flashes through your eyes as you take a deep breath and say your next line.

You have to admit, the way Sam is staring up at you, it does kind of feel like you’re turning down an actual marriage proposal, and if this is what it feels like when you’re just pretending, you hope you never have to do it in real life.

“But I cannot.” You sigh, nodding your head just to get your point across. “I never desired your good opinion and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly.”

Sam blinks and looks at the floor, not really sure what to say next. He stands, confusion thinly veiling the disappointment that’s written all over his face and you shift awkwardly. The fabric of your dress crinkling is the only thing that can be heard in the room as you smooth the skirt out, waiting for Sam to say his line.

“Might I be informed why?” He huffs. “With so little, endeavour at civility, I have been rejected?”

“You intentionally ruined the happiness of my my most beloved sister.” You reply, and tilt your head up to try and regain some sort of authority. “Do you deny it?” You ask and he lets out a short breath.

“I have no wish to deny it.” He replies, bitterness lacing his tone and you raise an eyebrow at him. “I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister.”

Your jaw tightens and you look him up and down, both of you have a silent conversation, just to make sure the other one’s ready, and then you kick him. He throws himself backwards, landing on the desk with a loud crash, a fake vase breaks under the weight and you shout. “How could you?”

“Because I perceived his attachment to her to be far deeper that to hers to him.” He replies, narrowly avoiding the books you’re throwing at him. Of course you’re told to try and miss him on purpose, but it still is really fun to be able to throw things at someone and get paid for it. “I believed her to be indifferent.”

“Indifferent?!” You gasp incredulity. “She’s shy!” You seethe and finish throwing the books. One of the smashes a window and Sam looks behind him concerned before looking back at you.

You walk around the room, deep in thought and Sam watches you as you grab a fire poker from the fireplace.

When rehearsing this part, you seemed to have a problem with waving it around too much.

You think you get a bit too into it and each time you swung it around you always seemed to break something, so you’re hoping and praying that this time you won’t cause any property damage.

The props department has already had to replace three vases and a clock because of you, so let’s hope you don’t break anything or anyone else.

Sam gulps as you slowly make your way towards him and he takes a few steps backwards, looking incredibly nervous as his gaze moves from you and the stick.

“Did you suggest to Mr Bingley that his fortune had some bearing on the matter?” You ask and he backs up towards the glass. Nothing you’re saying is threatening, but the way you’re brandishing your new weapon, you do look like you’re going to stab him.

Luke watches on amazed, he’s never seen you like this before. This is you in your element, doing what you love to do and transporting yourself and the people around you back to a time where people wore corsets and zombies ran around.

Luke knows people that when they step in front of a camera or onto a stage, they are just totally themselves. Whatever they’re doing, whether it’s singing, acting or dancing, it’s like a second nature to them. They know what they need to do, when they need to do and they don’t even have to think about it.

But he’s never seen anything like this before. A part of him wonders if it’s just because he loves you, but then he realizes that everyone else watching you and Sam work together are also totally floored by how brilliantly the scene its going. How the two of you work together, the small glances and little touches, every little thing you do just adds to the scene and he’s never been prouder.

“I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonour...though it was suggested.” He adds and you swing the poker over your head. He ducks, missing each attempted hit and you fall onto the table. He takes the opportunity to jump over it and when you turn around to try and regain your balance, he grabs your wrists and pins you to the table.

“By Miss Bingley.” You ask furiously and his grip tightens.

“By your mother, at the ball.” He replies and you shut up. He glances down and you stare at him annoyed, pushing him off you and swinging your weapon around. He misses each hit, just like you’ve practiced and you can’t wait to watch it back.

“Your character was revealed to me many months ago by Wickham.” You say after each missed hit, and he wrestles you to the floor, making you drop your weapon. “As I heard of his scandalous misfortunes at your hand.” You spit and wrap your ankles around his neck, squeezing just a tiny bit.

“Oh, yeah. Mr Wickham’s misfortunes have been very great indeed.” He struggles to speak and grabs on your legs, his hands shake so it looks like he’s struggling and when he’s finished you pull him forward just a little and pretend to punch him in the face, making him stumble backwards again.

A chair smashes when he lands on it and you quickly stand up, grabbing the letter opener as you do. He rolls over and stands and the two of you stare at each other before you move forward. He blocks each attempt at a hit and the two of you move backwards and forwards.

Fight scenes remind you of well rehearsed dance numbers. You move one way, they move the other. Each hit has to be choreographed to make it look real but remain safe and both of you have to know exactly what you’re doing otherwise it can end in disaster.

“You withhold the advantages that you know were designed for him.” You slice the letter opener down his shirt, popping the buttons and he stares down at it, watching the small pieces fall to the ground. He looks back at you, letting down his guard and you swing your arms up to hit him in the face. He grabs them and pushes you into the door.

“This is your opinion of me?” He asks, grabbing the poker of the floor and swinging it around a few times. “Then I thank you for explaining it so fully.” He slowly edges towards you and you do the same, giving each other untrustworthy looks.

You lunge towards him, raising the blade and he narrowly avoids it, using one hand to grab yours while the other slices the top of your dress. The buttons pop and a part of it comes down, exposing the top of the corset below.

You both look down before you slowly raise your head to glare at him. He looks at you afterwards, and he glances at you, raising his eyebrow before you take a deep breath and spin kick him.

He falls to the floor and you raise the blade above your head, an annoyed groan escapes your lips as you run towards him. He grabs your arms spinning the two of you around and you back hits the floor with a loud thud.

You feel the air being knocked out of you for a split second Sam looks worried that he’s hurt you, but you send him and look and he seems to get the message. Get the job done and then ask if you’re alright.

His hands pin your arms to the hard floor and he rests between your legs, the two of you panting and hot while staring at each other.

“You could not have made the offer of your hand, in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it.” You say through gritted teeth. “I had not known you a month, before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.” You finish and he lets go.

You sit up, pointing the blade at his chest and he stares down at you, hurt flashing through his eyes. However the facade quickly comes back and he pulls his gaze away from you, his expression hardens as he stares straight ahead.

“You’ve said quite enough, madam.” He forces himself to look at you. “I fully comprehend your feelings and now have only to be ashamed of what my own have been.” He stands and quickly walks away from you.

He turns back around to watch you stand, his hands resting on his hips as he figures out the best way to end this.

“Please forgive me and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.” He bows and quickly leaves the room.

You pull yourself up onto the chair, waiting for the sound of the door closing as your cue to start crying. The camera slowly zooms in on you, tears run down your cheeks and you let out a shaky breath.

“Cut!” The director calls and you look at him.

“Did we get it?” You ask and Sam pokes his head back through the door, glancing between you and the crew.

“Yeah, we got it. Good job guys!” He replies and everyone cheers.

“You were brilliant!” You grin at Sam.

“You did pretty well too.” He jogs over to you, his boots squeaking as he runs and you let out a small giggle. He reaches his hand out to you, helping you stand and leading you off set and towards Luke and Alexandra.

“You’re such a gentleman.” You tease. “You’re very lucky Alex.” You smile and she laughs, rolling her eyes at her husband.

“Yeah. Sure I am.” She replies and the three of you laugh, while Sam just glares at you. You pull a face at him and he huffs loudly at you.

“Take lunch guys. Everyone needs to back by 2.” A producer tells you and you let out a pained breath.

“Oh shit. Are you okay. You hit that floor pretty hard.” Sam asks and Luke’s eyes widen in concern. He’s stood in front of you instantly, gripping your arms and he looks you over.

“Babe, are you okay?” He asks and you smile at his concern.

“I’m fine. It wasn’t so bad, I think it’s just the corset making it feel worse. I’ll be fine when I take it off.” You reassure them and Sam nods slowly, not quite believing you.

“Come on. I’ll take you back to your trailer.” Luke says and looks around to try and figure out where he’s supposed to be going.

“You go out of the door, walk all the way down the corridor, take a left and then a right and then another right. Go through them doors and her trailer is the first one you’ll see.” Sam explains and Luke’s blinks at him.

“I’m fine.” You laugh. “Come on. I can get there on my own. I’ve cracked a rib not my brain.”

“You’ve crac-”

“Joking.” You place a hand on his arm and he lets out a nervous breath.

“Not funny.” He pouts and you pull the same expression.

“Aww.” You pinch your cheek. “Come on.” You grab his hand and start pulling him away. “Oh, do you guys want to head out for lunch together?” You call over your shoulder. Sam and Alexandra look at each other before nodding, an eager smile twitching at their lips.

“Yeah. Sounds great.” Sam replies.

“Great. Swing by my trailer in like twenty minutes and we can get going.”

“Okay!” He replies and you wave one last time before disappearing through the door.

“So, what did you think?” You look up at Luke and he gives you a toothy grin.

“That was amazing!” He exclaims. “You were so fucking good. How are you so badass. How did I get the most talented, pretty, smart and badass girlfriend in the world. You like destroyed him and you still gorgeous while doing it. How? I jump around on stage for a bit and by the time I get off I look like a sweaty giant. But you. You literally fake fight people and act and cry all in a massive dress and you still look like...like that.” He motions wildly and you look at the floor, heat creeping up your neck and spreading across your cheeks.

“Did you really like it?” You ask one more time.

“Yes!” He laughs. “If I wasn’t a singer, I definitely would be an actor.”

“You could be both. Harry Styles acts.” You reply, pushing through yet another door. He stops in the doorway, and hums as he thinks about what you’ve just said.

“Yeah.” He nods. “That’s very true. Hey!” He smiles brightly. “You never know. One day we could be in a movie together!”

---

“Have I ever told you that you look really hot wielding a weapon.” Luke asks as he watches you shuffle out of the bathroom. Your dress is bunched around your waist while you slowly try and pry yourself out of the fabric.

Luke stands behind you, undoing the buttons at the bottom of it and after he’s done the last one it falls to the ground. You stand in a corset and stockings, with your hair up in curls and look over your shoulder at him.

“No, you haven’t.” You blush. “But you can tell me if you want.” You wink and his own cheeks heat up once he realizes he’s been caught staring.

“Well, you look very hot when wielding a weapon.”

“Thank you.” You smile and step out of your dress. “Can you pick that up and just hang it on that please?” You point towards the hanger on the chair. He nods and you watch him carefully pick your dress up.

“It’s not going to break you know.” You tease as you undo the top of your corset.

“With my luck it will.” He mutters and you snort a laugh.

“True.” You agree.

“Would you like some help?” He asks after watching you struggle for a while.

“Please.” You slump as best you can and a pout takes over your appearance.

“I hope when I ask you to marry me you don’t have the same reaction.” He mumbles while fiddling the strings and buttons.

“It depends how you ask me, and how much you’ve annoyed me that day.” You shrug and he pauses to give you a disapproving look. “Joking.”

“Not funny.”

“You always say that.” You frown. “But I think I’m hilarious.”

“Yeah. You think you’re great.” He grumbles and pulls on a bit of fabric. “And done!” He cheers and let’s go. You turn around and look at him surprised.

“How did you do that so quickly?”

“I’m just that good.” He winks and you roll your eyes.

“Sure you are.” You walk towards the bathroom and pat his shoulder. “Give me five minutes to get changed and then we can get lunch.”

“Take all the time you want.” He replies. “I’m going to snoop while you’re gone.”

“If you find my secret phone and pictures of my other boyfriend can you just put them back where you found them?” You tease and he looks at you amused.

“Of course.”

“Thanks.” You grin and push the door closed.

---

“So how are you finding London?” Sam asks after swallowing the last of his lunch.

“I love being back home!” You grin. “I’ve missed England’s shit weather so much. There’s nothing like a miserable day to really cheer you up.”

“Are they pulling that corset a little too tight?” Alexandra teases making you giggle while sipping your water.

“I think it’s just an English thing.” Luke replies, shaking his head playfully while staring at you.

“I think it’s just a Y/n thing.” Sam replies and you send him a glare.

“Hey, LA weather isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The rain can be good you know.” You argue.

“Sure it can be.” He replies. “What about you Luke?”

“It’s great! This is the longest I’ve stayed here in years and I love it. I’ve been seeing friends I have’t spoken to in years.” He talks enthusiastically and you watch him fondly as he waves his arms around. Sam and Alex share a look before looking back at him.

“You guys are made for each other.” Alexandra smiles. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh.” You giggle, a little embarrassed as you think of the story.

“Ooo, you’re embarrassed. Tell us.” Sam prods your arm and you swat him away.

“Fine.” You huff. “I was a fan of his music, so I sent him a DM and asked if he liked a certain show that I was in. He er, he told me he did and I told him I was in it, so he asked who I played. I told him and we just kind of started talking from there.”

“Awww.” Alexandra gushes and you rolls your eyes. “And how is it dating an actor?” She asks Luke. “For me it’s a nightmare.” She looks at Sam and he stares at her offended.

“What did I do?”

“The black eye.” She raises and eyebrow and he shuts up.

“The black eye?” You ask.

“He came home with a black eye a while ago. I thought he’s been beaten up or robbed or something. It didn’t help that he limped through the front door, there was blood on his lip and everything. He wouldn’t tell me what happened and then after a few minutes of me panicking, he told me it was just make up from a film he was doing.” She explains and your jaw drops.

“Sam!” You gasp.

“I thought it would be funny!” He defends.

“How is that funny?!” You and Alex say at the same time.

“That is pretty funny.” Luke laughs and the three of you look at him.

“Thank you!”

“Fine. I’ll do that and then we’ll see how you like it.” You reply and he shrugs.

“Well, you’ve told me you’re going to do it now so I’ll know what you’re doing.”

“And what if I have actually been mugged? Are you going to take that chance?” You raise an eyebrow.

“She’s got you there.” Sam says. “And I wouldn’t argue with her, she’s got a hell of a kick when she wants to.”

“I didn’t even touch you.” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not the point.” He argues.

“I can actually kick you next time if you want?”

“No thanks.” He shakes his head quickly. Him and Alexandra start their own conversation about what to have for dinner and so you turn your body to face Luke. He’s already staring at you when you look at him and you feel yourself become breathless.

“What?” You wonder.

“Nothing. I’m just proud of you.” He shrugs. “So when you win your first of many oscars, will I be the first person you thank?”

“Hmmm.” You pretend to think for a while. “As long as I’m first on your grammy speech?”

“Deal.”

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings x y/n #5sos #5sos imagine #pride and predjudice and zombies

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genius (egd)

when college goes online, ethan gets to see you put your mind to work, and he realizes that maybe he can’t keep up

word count: 2.7k

warnings/tags: fluff, insecure!ethan, just lots of fluff okay

ps: this is my first imagine on this blog, feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

When you had to go to campus for school, it just seemed like you were going to work for Ethan. The schedule changed each day because of your classes, but you always managed commuting back and forth well; after all, why live on campus if you could live with him for free. You usually gave yourself a few extra hours around campus - nine times out of ten, your favorite coffee shop - to get your work done. E and Gray respected your need to work on school, but sometimes it was hard to focus if they were filming a video around the house.

But with the switch to quarantine and therefore online school, everything had been turned on its head. And Ethan was acting... different

The biggest change had been your location. As soon as quarantine was beginning to shut down travel, Ethan begged you to come back from California to be with him and his family in New Jersey.

It had only taken a few “Baby please, I can’t focus if I don’t know when I’m gonna see you next” type of pleas for you to succumb, and with online classes you had no reason not to. But that wasn’t the only change...

Your mornings started per usual - you were trying, no matter how futile, to stay close to your original schedule. When you woke up, you’d roll over into Ethan (if you’d strayed that is, sometimes you woke up wrapped up in his arms) and run your fingers along his cheek. It was always just enough to stir him so you didn’t startle him, but not enough to wake him up fully. Grayson had been nice enough to give the two of you their old room, and you soaked up the privacy while you could.

“Morning baby,” he would always mumble, pulling you in tightly to his chest for a minute and nuzzling into your hair. You’d be content there for a little while, pressing gentle kisses to his skin until he loosened up a bit and you were able to get free. Then, he would lull back to sleep fully, curling up in the covers when you got up. You’d pull on one of his hoodies, a sports bra and some pants, then head downstairs, laptop in hand.

Since you didn’t have to commute, you gave yourself about an hour more of sleep, which meant you actually got up around the same time as Grayson. Most the time, even he wasn’t up as early as you during normal school back in California. But seeing him in the morning now was actually really nice - you and Gray had bonded so quickly when you met them, and he was instantly like a brother to you. You weren’t sure it would have worked out if you weren’t as close as you were.

Wednesday morning, he was headed out on a run, but was eating his breakfast in the kitchen before he left.

“Morning Y/N,” he smiled, passing you a plate with a piece of avocado toast and some cut up apples that had been sitting on the counter.

“Gray you didn’t need to make me breakfast!” You exclaimed, but your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness.

“Early bird gets the worm. Besides, isn’t it almost finals week? I know that’s supposed to be hell, might as well get some good fuel in.” He said it casually, but you wanted to cry - it meant so much that he even knew that it was finals week in the first place.

“Thanks. It really means a lot,” you said, throat a bit tight.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled, passing you and ruffling your hair as he headed out the door.

You ate the toast, grateful for something on your stomach as you started looking at the assignments you still had due this week. And as you expected, it was a lot. Lots of studying was a given, but you had a 30 page paper due by Friday, and you’d only made it about a third of the way through. You wanted to knock the rest of it out by the end of the day, but it was going to be hard, with lots of research involved.

And so you made another trip up to Ethan’s room, snagging your backpack and smiling at his curled up form and quiet snores. With a sigh you left the room again, curling up on the couch by all the tall windows, trying to at least enjoy the view if you had to be stuck by your computer all day.

Then the real work began. Website after website, journals, textbooks, citations; over and over and over again as you began to chip away at the paper. The world kept moving around you, mostly in the background. Grayson got back from his run, getting a glass of water from the kitchen. Lisa waved her good morning, leaving you to your work and not wanting to interrupt.

Your attention shifted around 10am, when Ethan made his way out of bed and into the kitchen, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He looked so soft in the morning, and you knew exactly what was coming before it even happened. You moved your laptop backwards, waiting.

Sure enough, he shuffled his way over to the couch, curling up on the cushions and laying his head on your lap, mumbling a bit as he got comfortable. You leaned down to kiss his head, running your fingers across his scalp and feeling him hum at the sensation. He was still tired - he always got up earlier if you weren’t still in bed with him - so it was no surprise that he dozed off again beside you. You simply reached over him, typing away on your computer as best you could.

If you had it your way, you’d spend the whole day doing nothing with Ethan. You’d be content to lounge out with him, doing nothing. Since the boys had switched from their vigorous schedule, they’d both become so much more relaxed, and it was so nice to enjoy the free time you had.

But you didn’t get your way. And the paper wasn’t going as easily as you thought it would.

So you wrote. And wrote. And wrote. It was like pulling teeth trying to piece it all together, and it was taking forever. The frustration mounted, and Ethan could tell you were stressed so he let you be, knowing that when you were doing school stuff it was better to just leave you to your devices.

But come 6pm, he couldn’t take the look on your face anymore.

“Baby. Babe. Y/N.” It took three times to get your attention, but you peeled your eyes away from the screen, looking up at him. He looked sad, but you’d known him long enough to realize that he was worried.

You slid your laptop over to the arm of the couch, signaling that you wanted him to join you for a minute. You hadn’t even noticed he had a cup of tea in his hand, which he sat down on the table for you before he sat down next to you.

“You alright? You’ve been working all day.” His voice was soft, and his skin was cold. You realized suddenly that he smelled like a mixture of pine and saw dust. He’d been outside with Gray.

“I’m okay. Just stressed out. This paper isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, but I’ve made it this far and I’m gonna finish it today if it kills me,” you explained, rubbing at your eyes. They were sore from staring at your screen for so long.

“Which translates to ‘I love you but I’m not taking a break no matter what you say’, huh?” Ethan offered you a soft smile. You leaned into his shoulder, nuzzling up for a moment and breathing him in.

“Once I’m done I’m all yours. Promise,” you whispered.

“That’s not what I’m worried about love. I just don’t want you in here all stressed out. I hate it,” he explained.

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured him.

“I know, and I know you’ll kill it, like you always do. Doesn’t mean I like seeing you upset. What’s this one about anyways?” He gestured to your screen.

“Spinal cord injuries. It’s a case study about a 16 year old, focused on paraplegia, and patient education about autonomic dysreflexia.”

“Well, as usual, I’m fucking useless,” he mumbled. Usually when he said something about your intelligence in regards to his, he was joking. But there was something else behind this one that made your heart tighten a bit.

You were about to ask him what was wrong, but Grayson came back in from outside - the workshop, no doubt - and made his way to the kitchen.

“Y/N, you up for two Grayson meals in one day? I’m making veggie burgers,” he offered, already pulling out pans.

“Yeah that would be great actually,” you smiled at him.

“Alright, 3 burgers coming up,” he replied, not having to ask Ethan if he wanted one.

“You got this. I’m gonna work on the video for a while, okay?” Ethan kissed your temple before getting up and leaving you to it.

With the quiet rustle of Grayson cooking in the background, and the warm tea waking you up a bit, you got to work at a much faster pace than you had before. Even so, you didn’t beat Grayson and he stopped by with a plate as you typed away.

“More brain fuel for the genius of the family,” he teased, sitting it down next to you.

“Thanks Gray, love you!” You chuckled, immediately starting to eat, not realizing how hungry you were.

It was good, as most things that Grayson made were, and it gave you the final boost that you needed.

By 7:30, you had submitted the paper and felt like a huge weight had lifted off your shoulders. You hopped off the couch, scooping up all of your things and heading back to Ethan’s room.

As usual, he was on his computer with his headphones on, editing away. You sat everything down, coming up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, a non-startling way to let him know you were there.

He kissed the back of your hand before taking it and gently pulling, spinning the chair around with the momentum and pulling you down so you settled in his lap facing him. Like this, you were taller than him, and he reached both hands up to cup your face, one moving to take your hair out of the bun that it was in, strands falling around the both of you as he kissed you.

His scruff tickled you as your lips moved together, making up for the lost time of the day. His hands moved down to your waist, large and warm as he squeezed, his fingers moving under your hoodie until he found your skin. No matter how many times he did this, it always took his breath a bit, and he pulled back for a second to look at you.

“You finished your paper I assume?” He smiled, freeing a hand to tuck some hair back from your eyes. You rested your cheek in his tattooed palm, gazing at him.

“Yep.”

“Feel better?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly?” He countered, confused.

“What were you upset about earlier?” You asked.

“Nothing.”

It was a knee jerk reaction, and he knew that you weren’t going to take that as an answer. You simply waited, settling on his lap and tucking your forehead up against the side of his neck, tracing over his collarbone tattoo while you waited for him to find the words. Sometimes, he found it easier if he wasn’t looking right at you to say what he felt.

“You’re out of my league,” were the words he finally found, and it took all your power not to scoff.

“Why do you feel that way?”

“You’re so much smarter than me. You’re about to finish college, and I barely have a high school diploma to my name. You just wrote a paper, god knows how long, and I didn’t even know what you were talking about. I wouldn’t even understand it, much less be able to help you with it like I should. I just feel stupid, all the time.”

There were a million different things you wanted to say, but you’d learned something while dating Ethan. For him, he thought anything you said was out of obligation. He felt like you were ‘just saying it to make him feel better’, not because you meant it.

So instead, you’d learned you needed to show him.

You got off his lap, ignoring the panic on his face as you sat back down, now facing the same way as him, the computer screen lighting up your faces.

“What were you doing before I came in here?” You asked, keeping your tone neutral.

“Editing, you know that,” he said, even more confused.

“No, what exactly were you doing?”

“Importing footage, splicing, adding transitions, text overlays. The usual,” he explained.

“Do you realize that I have absolutely no idea how to do any of that?” You said, turning to look at him.

“You could learn, I could teach you easily.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Just like I could teach you about spinal cord injuries.”

You let that sit for a minute, knowing he wasn’t going to have an argument against you.

“You are smart Ethan. You put your energy and your knowledge into your work, and I put mine into school, which I’ll eventually put into work as well. And besides, if anyone is out of someone’s league, you’re definitely out of mine,” you smiled.

“Well, maybe you aren’t so smart if you believe that, even for a second.”

There was light in his eyes again, and you knew the storm had passed.

“Now then, when does that video have to go up?”

“Whenever.”

“Then I think we’ve both spent enough time staring at a screen today. Cuddles?”

His answer was given by wrapping a strong arm around your waist as he stood you both up. You knew the drill; he was about to pick you up, pull the covers back and put you down in bed, but he paused.

“Too many clothes,” he mumbled, a mischievous grin on his face. He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head - a fresh one, you hadn’t even noticed that he’d changed from what he’d worn all day. He tossed it on the bed before turning to you, fingers toying at the hem of the hoodie you had on.

He quickly pulled it over your head, and then he groaned.

“What?!” You giggled, looking down at yourself.

“Regular bra’s I can handle, but those things are a death trap. I always feel like I’m choking you,” he gestured to your sports bra. You laughed a bit, pulling it over your head yourself and tossing it to the side. Ethan reached past you to snag his shirt, pulling it over your head. Once your face cleared the collar he kissed you softly, smiling as you tilted up to meet him.

His fingers tucked into your sweatpants, guiding them off your hips until they fell down in a puddle at your feet. You stepped out of them quickly.

“Much better,” he smiled, hands going to your hips as you jumped up onto him. Your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands moved around to your ass, holding you up. You kissed him again, running your fingers through his short hair.

“Cuddles?” You poised again.

“I could stay here all day,” he grinned, kissing you again.

“Suit yourself,” you smiled. It wasn’t hard for you to just hang there.

“Alright fine, I’m cold. Dismount.”

You smiled at the code word, climbing down off of him and crawling into bed, opening your arms.

Ethan was right behind you, crawling under the covers and wrapping you up in his arms.

“I can’t wait for your semester to be over so we can do this all day long,” he mumbled, breath warm on his skin.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll make you teach me how to edit so I can be double smart,” you grinned.

“Oh shut up.” You could hear the eye roll in his voice, but he just pulled you closer, so tight you could barely breathe.

“I love you, lil genius,” Ethan said into your hair, loosening up a bit and settling into a comfortable position.

“Love you more, big genius.”

#did i write this to avoid my paper about this very topic?#why yes #yes I did #oops #lynds writes #ethan imagine #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #dolan twins #dolan imagines #dolan twin imagine #ethan dolan imagine #ahhh why am I scared to post this #rip me #ethan imagines

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jakeperalta · 3 years

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Hi! Omg what do you think about everything and having info on Red Taylor's version now? I admit I was sorta hoping for an announcement but then it was past 5AM and she posted about Griff instead...then when I finally fell asleep by 10AM..dont worry this is normal for me and I dont just stay up for Taylor...she announced it and I got no notifications! So I found out an hour late ugh lol. But its fine..it was just not what I was expecting really at all so I was shocked but the 4 red hearts kinda pointed to it. I guess because everyone was expecting 1989 cuz of the themed merch..what do you think it was for? Its also not until November so idk. Ive seen people already complaining so do you think she just announced cuz people were asking? Or because of the 22 weeks thing? I guess it seems long right now but we dont know what she has planned and makes sense for the rerecordings to be more spread out. She didnt announce a single though so when do you think that's coming? The cover is from or similar to Evermore photoshoot so I wonder how long its been planned..but I still like the cover..but it seems like Evermore and how Fearless was too. But I really didnt know what to expect for Red either and it fits cuz to me Red is similar to Evermore. I am very interested in the 10 minute All Too Well cuz it never seemed that real to me I guess..like i knew about it but it seemed like a ya right thing and its here??? What do you think about the vault song number? I'm pretty sure Babe and Better Man are included but it's still more than I was expecting cuz it's more than Fearless. It's very interesting to think if they fits the theme of the album or doesnt...and I wonder if there will be more collabs than before? Someone said there was another Ed song and maybe Olivia Rodrigo cuz she gave her the RED ring. I'm not sure who else right now..who are you thinking? Another guy duet maybe like Keith Urban? I hope forNothing New from the Lover diaries too! Anyway sorry if this is a lot and I'm a little late asking..just trying to put all my thoughts. I am really excited to experience it again..since I was 16 and didnt really follow music like now back then and dont listen to it regularly. Last week my sister told me she didnt even know the lyric was this slope is treacherous..she thought it was this love lol. So it will be fun cuz she doesnt know all the lyrics like I do and forgets some songs.. cuz she hasnt heard the full album in years and the last time for me was before hearing Folklore lol and it's been even longer for Speak Now and also when Fearless came out. Anyway yay!!! I bet you're happier than me though cuz Red is more your vibe lol.

i didn't get a notification either and because i wasn't really expecting an announcement or for it to be red so when i first saw the pictures on tumblr i thought they were a fan edit 😂 i wonder if the plan had been to release 1989 sooner but things got delayed or she changed her mind but they decided to put out the merch anyway since it's summery. i think it's quite likely she just announced it now because of how people were expecting 1989 this summer to the point it was trending on twitter and getting reported on by journalists so she might just want to establish what's coming and show that it's going to be a slow process, although the 22 weeks thing is the kind of thing she'd do! my guess is that a single will come around september time when it's more autumnal and not such a long gap, but i'm curious what she'll pick! i really like the cover, i think it fits well with the red vibe and the "red" ring shows she didn't just like go back to the evermore photos and pick one, and also it makes me wonder if she's shot any of the other covers already since she's obviously been planning them a long time in advance! i definitely didn't expect to ever hear the 10 minute all too well either so that's exciting. i think this album is probably one of the most exciting for vault songs so i'm glad there's lots because it was a time of more experimentation so there could be some real country ones and some pop too. i do remember hearing a while ago that she and ed wrote two songs but only everthing has changed got released so i'd be curious to hear the other one and i'm guessing there will be two or three features total? i feel like the country/pop/singer-songwriter combination of the album means there's so many possibilities of people she could pick, there could be a combination of an artist she liked/was inspired by at the time and someone newer like with fearless. i'd love nothing new too, the snippet of lyrics we've seen of that look like it could be such an interesting song! it's exciting getting to experience it again, even though it's one of the albums i listen to most i didn't become a proper fan until just before 1989 so i like that this gives a chance to sort of relive the release and everything.

#answered #anonymous #taylor swift

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solarbird · 3 years

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And that’s it for the third republic

I wrote this elsewhere, for a different audience. Since I have a variety of new followers because of that election status post, I thought I'd copy it here too.

As predicted by anyone paying attention, Trump is now going to the Supreme Court he filled with Bush v. Gore lawyers to stop vote counting while he appears to be ahead. Electorially, at least. He doesn't have the popular vote, again, not even now.

This is treason to Constitution and office, and the end of what I kind of think of as the third American Republic*, no matter how it goes. The system doesn't survive only one party being interested in representative democracy, and the Republicans just aren't into that.

Really, I think that Lindsey Graham's comments the other day were basically the offer on the table. The vision, if you would. A lot of us pointed at it talking about how awful it was - his statement that as long as you're a conservative, anti-abortion, "traditional family structure" woman, you can do whatever you want, at least, within that framework.

You can have freedom - as long as straight (white) men go first, count most, and are really in charge. In particular, of you.

But after that, sure, do what you want.

It echoes what a rightist Republican I knew in the 90s used to muse about, a 'republic' where only conservatives had the right to vote, because everyone else is - in his words as I recall them - 'objectively wrong.' It was echoed in the first version of the Hastart Rule, the short-lived one, where if something couldn't pass with only Republican votes, it wouldn't be allowed to pass at all, even if a majority of Republicans favoured it, because Democrats couldn't be allowed to matter. (They walked that back quickly, finding it untenable; the second version was "nothing could pass without a majority of Republicans in support," for exactly the same reasons.) It showed up again in the early 2000s, with Republicans nattering about Bush bringing back the military from Iraq and arresting that interfering Democratic Congress, to install a more conservative - as I recall, the word he used was "pliable" - legislature.

And now, here we are. Where votes don't matter either, unless they're Republican.

That's not a republic. That's at best a single-party strongman state, and at worst, outright fascist authoritarianism. And if he gets away with this? Then that's where we live, whether how we got there has some kind of bodged-together framework of pseudo-legality or not.

At 12:10am as I'm typing this, don't know whether the Republican Supreme Court will go along. It's treason of them to do so, of course. To the Constitution. Straight up treason. Despite that, I'm sure at least four of them will. But Roberts...

Remember, Roberts is Chief Justice. And the Chief Justice decides what cases get heard.

If he lets it get heard, I'm pretty sure they'll stop the counting, and hand the election to Trump, voters be damned. I'd like to be wrong about that, and hopefully I am, but I don't think I am. After all, as the traitor said outright, that's why they needed Barrett on the bench before the election.

For the election.

For this.

And no matter how it works out - even if they tell him to suck rocks - that's it for the republic. Even if it fails, you do not have a republic with only one party which respects democratic votes. And if it succeeds, well. You most certainly do not have a republic with only one party allowed to win. You most certainly do not have a republic where only one party's votes count. You most certainly do not have a republic where elections are stopped specifically to select the ruling party's preferred outcome.

And so, we do not have a republic.

The only question left at this point is - what do we have next?

*: Articles of Confederation, US before Civil War, US after Civil War

#politics

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fieldtechlori · 4 years

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Egon Spengler x Student!OC

Ch. 2: Ghost Hunt (part 1 of 2)

Egon Spengler x Lori Williams

(a/n: This will be taking place well over a year before Ghostbusters Inc. is established and Egon is still teaching Paranormal Studies at Columbia University in NYC. This fanfiction series will contain NSFW in some parts~)

~7:30am~

Lori woke up to the loud ringing of her alarm clock and she groaned, turning in her bed to turn it off. Once it was off, she sighed as sweet silence filled her studio apartment along with the sunlight that was streaming through her thin curtains. She turned towards the small terrarium where her little snake, Norman, lived and saw that he was still curled up and asleep in his little house, so she didn’t bother him. After a few more minutes of just laying in bed, Lori finally managed to roll herself out of bed to take a shower, making sure to bring her small radio with her so she could listen to the news and some music while she was getting ready for the day.

Her shower felt warm and relaxing and her thoughts ended up drifting towards Dr. Spengler and his 10am Paranormal Studies class. She had her paper completed and was thinking that she might have gone a little overboard on it. Dr. Spengler had only asked for a paragraph, but she ended up writing a whole page front and back since she just couldn’t help herself. Her mind then went from her assignment to her teacher, Dr. Egon Spengler, as she started to shampoo her hair. His hair was big and fluffy and dark, and she secretly wanted to touch it just to see if it was as soft as it looked. Just the thought of her running her fingers through Dr. Spengler’s hair made her stomach get butterflies and she suddenly felt a little warmer, so she turned down the heat of the shower a bit.

“Come on, Lori, you can’t be thinking like that..” Lori whispered to herself before rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and lathering up a washcloth to wash her body with. Dr. Spengler was her teacher, and he was probably a bit older than her and married...but she didn’t recall seeing a ring on his finger.. “I must be having caffeine withdrawals. I need coffee,” Lori sighed and she rinsed her body and turned off the shower and stepped out. She dried herself off then put on a robe and wrapped her hair in a towel before walking back into the kitchen to make her a quick cup of coffee and then practically chugged it.

She proceeded to get herself ready and made herself a simple breakfast consisting of toast and scrambled eggs along with another cup of coffee before grabbing her bag and heading out the door. At this point, it was 8:30am and she had to walk to the subway, ride it for about ten minutes then walk about a block to the building where her classes were. Lori’s red hair bounced as she walked up the steps and lo and behold, there was Dr. Spengler, walking up the stairs not too far in front of her. She gulped, a little nervous about calling out to him. He was a professor, so he was probably busy and wanted to get to the class, having no time to want to talk to a student.

“Dr. Spengler?” Lori ended up calling out, surprised at herself that the words even managed to escape her lips. Talking to teachers always made her a bit nervous since they were well above her, but Dr. Spengler seemed kind enough. He turned around when he heard his name and was surprised to see Lori walking up the stairs not too far behind him. He had his leather messenger bag on one shoulder and he was holding a large to-go coffee cup from one of the local shops.

“Miss Lori,” Egon managed a small smile towards Lori, stopping to let her catch up to him. He was feeling some slight warmth rise to his cheeks when he saw his red headed student walk up to him. They continued ascending the stone steps that led to the door together once Lori caught up and Egon felt pretty happy that one of his students was obviously showing up for his class, especially since it was her. “I’m quite glad to see you because I have something I want you to see after class.” Egon stated and Lori looked up at him in surprise and blinked a couple of times. “If you have the time of course,” he added, noticing her surprised expression.

“O-oh, yeah, yeah I have time after class.” Lori responded with a small stutter, making Egon smirk slightly in amusement. Lori had all the time in the world today since this was her only class and it was her off day from work, so there wasn't a better day than today for her professor to be asking her that, especially one that she had come to admire rather quickly.

Egon nodded, his expression remaining mostly emotionless and professional, but he couldn’t help but to loosen up slightly in front of Lori since she seemed to be a promising student and not at all because of her kindhearted and classy personality or her radiant smile or the graceful way her curly hair seemed to bounce as she walked alongside him or the way-

Egon had to shake his head slightly, blinked a few times hard to get those highly inappropriate thoughts out of his head. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee before saying, “Good, good..” he replied before they both stopped at the door to the classroom and the tall, lean scientist turned to Lori and he looked down at her, his hand on the doorknob. “Just wait for me once class is over and we'll head to my office,” Egon told his student and she nodded her head as he opened the door and they both walked in, Egon letting her in first so she could take her seat at her desk and to get her assignment ready to be turned in.

“Good morning, everyone,” Egon stated as he set his bag down on the desk at the front of the class. “If you would, please pass up your homework assignment from the last class.” he said and a couple of people looked like they had totally forgotten about it while Lori and everyone else got out their assignments and passed them up front where Egon took them. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Lori’s paper, seeing as she had written a whole page when everyone either wrote the one paragraph or just a couple of sentences they scribbled down right before Egon walked in. Once he got everyone’s papers, he put them in a folder and slipped it back into his bag before starting class. “I’ll have those graded for you by Friday,” he stated before turning around to write on the chalkboard, officially beginning class.

Once class ended, the students packed up their things and filed out of the classroom to go to their next class. Lori put away her things and walked up to the desk, waiting on her professor. “Alright, follow me,” Egon said as he put his messenger bag back on his shoulder and started to lead her to his office. It wasn’t too far from the classroom, just a short walk down the hall where his office was at the very end to the right. He unlocked the door and opened it, letting Lori in first before he stepped inside and turned the lights back on. Lori looked around and saw that his office seemed to resemble organized chaos, with his desk sitting towards the right corner with a small, square Macintosh computer with keyboard and a square window diagonally behind it. He also had a typewriter on his desk as well with several papers scattered around. The shelf closest to the door had a variety of different molds, spores, and funguses, all kept in jars. To the far right of his office he had a large work space with a desk cluttered with tools, blueprints, and random mechanical parts Lori knew practically nothing about.

Egon shut the door behind them and he set his messenger bag down on his office chair then started for his cluttered workspace with Lori following behind him, curious as to what her professor wanted to show her. He grabbed this little device that was black with a few little buttons and a small screen. “This is..a PKE meter,” Egon said as he showed Lori. She got a closer look at it when Egon carefully handed it over to her. “Be careful with it, it’s not done yet.” he said and Lori nodded, carefully handling it and inspecting the sides of it.

“These things on the sides..do they come out somehow?” Lori asked curiously, making Egon grin in amusement. It wasn’t everyday someone was genuinely interested in his work.

“Yes, they raise according to how strong a presence is in the area. The closer you are to the entity,” Egon started.

“The more these things raise up,” Lori finished Egon’s sentence for him, making his grin grow slightly as he tried his best not to just smile from ear to ear. Lori seemed to get what Egon was going for with this PKE Meter naturally, so he decided that he was going to invite her to come along with him to test it out around the building.

“Miss Lori,” Egon started, clearing his throat a bit as Lori looked up at him. “Would you like to come with me to test it later tonight? I think I might be close to finishing it with just another test or two.” he explained and Lori looked pleasantly surprised, but excited at the opportunity.

“Yeah! Oh, wow, do you think we’ll actually pick up on anything?” Lori asked eagerly, looking from her professor and back to the PKE Meter a couple of times. Egon pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and gave a nod.

“There is a good chance that will happen. The last time I tested this was just a couple of weeks ago and it started to pick up something small in the art room on the second floor. I want to go back there tonight and see if I get a stronger response since I've done more work on it.” The tall scientist explained as his student carefully handed back his device that he’s been working so hard to perfect. Lori seemed very eager to learn more about this supposed entity in the second floor art room. “Meet me at the fountain tonight at eight. I have a key to get back into the building after hours.” Egon explained. He set the PKE Meter back down on the work table carefully, taking off his glasses for a moment to clean a smudge before placing them back onto the bridge of his nose.

Lori nodded, looking up at Dr. Spengler with admiration. She felt pretty good about herself since a professor asked her personally to help him out with an experiment. Plus, she had to admit, he was quite handsome and charming and whenever he would crack that small smile or grin, it was so sweet and genuine. Nothing about him seemed arrogant or boring or boastful like other students or even professors could be. Egon gave off a very gentle and kind hearted aura, and he seemed to have a never ending curiosity for the paranormal; a genuinely good human being.

“Fountain, eight o’ clock, I’ll be there.” Lori said, smirking up at her professor. She had a good feeling that they were going to get some good paranormal evidence tonight and was more than happy that her first ever ghost hunt would be with Dr. Egon Spengler and his PKE Meter.

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