i can smell her perfume

falling in love at a coffee shop


a/n: i heard this song sometime in early october called ‘falling in love at a coffee shop’ by landon pigg (i suggest listening to it either before or whilst reading) and it inspired this little au that if am being honest, i haven’t got a clue where i’m going with it as yet as i’m still trying to get my creative juices flowing, so to speak - i do have an idea for two more parts lobbing around in my head - but, nevertheless, here ya go: harry, olivia and their incredibly fluffly, coffee shop love story. 

would really appreciate if you left feedback if you liked it (or if you didn’t - no pressure). lettuce jump right in, shall we ?


“What’s your name?”

She asks me this as if she’s entitled to know. And maybe she is.

Definitely. She definitely is.

“Why do you want to know?”

I challenge her, because I really want to know the answer to the question. I really do want to know why she would be interested in knowing anything about me.

“Well, first of all, you know my name.”

“Yeah…and?” I say, playing with the little silver knob on the sugar container. I briefly wonder what it’s called. “Your name is on your nametag, Olivia.”

My heart stutters a bit as I say it.

Her name.

You know…out loud and all that.

I try to ignore it.

“That’s true,” she says. “But secondly,” her voice lowers and I find that I’m sitting up straighter, listening more intently. “Mostly…” Her voice is just a whisper. “Mostly…I just want to know. You know, a little more about you.”

And I’m speechless.

Like an idiot.

“What do you know about me?” I ask.

I’m holding my breath.

“Well,” she says, biting down on her lower lip and tucking an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear. Her hair is pulled up. It’s always pulled up. I wonder what it looks like hanging down around her shoulders. I imagine that it’s soft. “I know you like coffee. Black with lots of sugar.”

She looks down at my hand, at my finger that is still idly playing with the knob thing. I vow to go home and look up what it is. It’s bothering me now.


“I know that you come in the same time every day and order the same thing. I know you like apple pie.”

I wonder if she finds me boring and predictable.

“I know…I mean, I think I know that you like to read. You always have a book.”

She motions to the worn paperback copy of Holidays on Ice in front of me. I wonder if she thinks it’s strange because it’s the middle of September. I just like Truman Capote. Maybe I should explain that to her?

“I do,” I tell her. “Like to read, I mean.”

My heart is beating faster. I don’t think it’s the coffee, though I have had three cups so far. I wonder if she notices that I’m drinking more…that I’m staying longer.

“Do you?” I ask.


“Like to read?”

And her eyes are looking at me. They’re the colour of molten chocolate edged with green. Sometimes, if I held her eyes long enough, I was lucky enough to see the colours swirl together like vines running along soil.

“Yeah, I do.”

She’s biting her lip again and her nose scrunches up.

“What?” I ask.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is about him.”

“Who?” I ask.

I look back down again, nervous that she thinks that I wasn’t listening. Nervous that she thinks I’m staring at her lips and eyes and nose. Her nose is cute.

Even when it’s scrunched up - no, especially when it’s scrunched up.

“David Sedaris.”

“You don’t like him?”

I do. I do like him and it makes me feel nervous that she doesn’t. I want her to like the same things as me and I don’t know why.

“No, I like him just fine,” she says. “But I mean it’s almost like, we get it. You’re witty. You listen to NPSand probably drink a ton of coffee.”

“I listen to NPS,” I mumble, as I look down at my almost empty third cup of coffee. “But I don’t think I’m witty.”

“You could be,” she says smiling. “You might be. I just – I don’t know.”

“What else?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

“What else…?” She’s confused.

“What else do you know about me?”


She places her finger on her lips like she’s thinking. Yes. Her lips are definitely…probably soft.

“Well, I also know that you have some sort of job.”

“Yeah?” I ask, smiling. “And how do you know that?”

She motions to my satchel on the stool next to me.

“Maybe I just carry that around to make pretty waitresses think I’m important.”

I wink at her.

I don’t know where it comes from – this flirting. I’m a shit flirt. I have always been.

“You think I’m pretty?” she asks.

She’s blushing and I fear I’ve embarrassed her. See? I told you, I can’t flirt. But the pink of her cheeks makes my mouth dry and I notice – not for the first time – just how pretty she really is.


I think she’s breathtaking.

“Maybe,” I tell her, and she looks down.

Why did i say that?


“Anything else?”

“I know that you’re generous,” she says softly as she leans on the counter, putting her chin in her hands. She’s closer to me now than she’s ever been. I can smell her perfume and it’s mixed with the scent of coffee and apple pie. It’s nice. I breathe in. “You always leave a twenty on the counter when your order is always exactly six pounds. That’s a really generous tip.”

“You’re a really good waitress.”



“They don’t call us waitresses anymore,” she explains, still leaning in. “They call us servers. It’s not sexist.”

“Oh,” I say, hoping she won’t move. “I didn’t know.”

“That they called us servers?” she asks. “Or that the term waitress is sexist?”

And she winks at me.

And I smile.



“And I know one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

She’s biting her lip again. It’s even better close-up.

“Your hair is soft,” she says. “I mean, well…I think it is. I think it would be.”

And I feel the heat of my own blush.

“You think about my hair?”

She nods her head yes and even though she’s still biting her lip, I can see her smile.

It’s breathtaking like her.

The bell on the door rings and another customer walks in.

“I guess I need to help them.”

She stands up straight and my heart falls slightly.

“I guess I should get going.”


She smiles shyly and I place a twenty dollar bill on the counter. It’s crisp. I went to the ATM before I came in this evening. She walks over to the other customer as I collect my things. I wait, nervously, for her to come back.

She does.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “I guess you will.”



I’m stalling, trying to think of something to say. She’s faster.

“You never told me your name.”

“It’s Harry,” I tell her.

“Harry,” she repeats. “I like it.”

I grin.

So does she.

“I like Olivia.”

And I really do.

anonymous asked:

What does Taylor smell like?? Haha so weird to write I know but like what does her perfume smell like?

Omg I can’t even describe it it’s like heaven. When I move I can smell it on me and it keeps making me sob.

It’s been a year since I’ve seen my ex best friend. I want to move on so badly. I keep having these extremely vivid dreams about her where I always forgive her. I can feel her in my arms when I hug her, I can hear her accent perfectly, the smell of perfume in her hair is so real. Everything is there. It hurts so badly, I miss her so much. I never thought we’d stop talking, but we did. I believed it to be the impossible.



Leonard Snart finding out that you, his sister, is in a romantic relationship with Mick Rory.
••• Requested by Anon •••

It was late when Leonard found himself stopping by Mick’s apartment. He had just found a buyer for the expensive diamond necklace that he and Mick had snatched during the robbery of a local jewellery store and wanted to discuss it with him as soon as possible.

He knocked twice on door, the white paint peeling off and sticking to his skin. The familiar heavy footfall could be heard through the door, but Leonard could’ve sworn he heard another pair rushing away before Mick appeared before him.

“Got someone over, partner?” Leonard asked, pushing passed Mick and into his living room. The couch in front of the TV was a mess. A single blanket was disregarded to one side, along with several cushions thrown on the floor. Turning back, Leonard took in Mick’s ruggedness.

His shirt was untucked, his suspenders hung around his waist and his belt was unbuckled. Not to mention his shoes were off and laying by door.

“A lady friend.” Leonard stated.

“What’re you getting at?” Mick said, trying his best to act dumb.

“Don’t lie to me, Mick.” Leonard bit. “I can smell her perfume on you.”

It was true. The strong fragrance was clinging to him like a bee to honey. Leonard liked the scent though. It was a familiar aroma.

Suddenly there was the deafening sound of breaking china.

Leonard rushed to find the source before Mick could stop him. Running through the kitchen, Leonard dashed down the small hall and entered the spare bedroom.

“Hey, bro…” You gave him a half-hearted smile from were you knelt, picking up the pieces of a broken china vase. “What’re you doing here?”

“What’re you - ? Mick…. My sister.” Leonard muttered in realisation, frowning at you from where he stood in the doorway. “My sister!” He repeated, louder this time.

You were dressed in only your underwear and tank top, which you pulled as far down as you could in a feeble attempt to keep your modesty. “Leonard, don’t get mad.”

“You know what, (Y/N)?” Leonard started. “I can’t do this right now. Get back to whatever the hell it was you were doing. I’m leaving.”

He turned back, just in time to run into Mick. “You and I are gonna have a talk tomorrow.” And with that, he left. Forgetting all about the sell he had planned for the diamonds.

Things I’m looking forward to

-making her laugh and smile 

-hugging her a little too tight and for longer than I should be 

-kissing her when she’s sick even though she tells me not to because it will get me sick 

-cuddling while watching old movies 

-going on car rides while listening to her favorite songs 

-listening to her stories 

-watching her get excited when we’re at the grocery store and she gets to pick out her own icecream 

-seeing her face light up when I surprise her with flowers 

-realizing I’m in love with her when she comes out wearing the dress she picked out on a shopping trip she dragged me to

-running my fingers through her hair while she falls asleep 

-whispering “I love you” when only she can hear it

-feeling safe when I smell her perfume 

-going to sleep and waking up with her 

-telling her she can keep my sweatshirt cause it looks better on her 

-taking her on cliche dates I’ve planned out 

-loving her 

From Phlegmatic to Amorousness

Chapter One

Paring: Bucky x Reader (eventually), Platonic! Steve x Reader, hints of Steve x Nat

Word Count: 1,454

Warnings: Angst, Depression

*This is not my GIF and all credit goes to the original owner. I don’t own any of these characters, but it would be so cool if I did.* 

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

Do you ever wake up and have that moment before everything in your life comes crashing down like a tsunami on you and all you feel is pure serenity? That moment seems to be the only thing that can coax you out of deep sleep. You crave those few seconds before you realize who you are and what you’ve done.

Back in high school, before you were brought to the Avenger’s Tower, you had a English teacher who warned you about those few moments. She told you that once we start living for the next time those few moments come around, and not all that happens in between, you are no longer living.

Feeling lost in a state of subsisting you decide you should take your first step towards that next euphoric moment of peace. Getting out of your covers and slowly maneuvering yourself towards your bathroom you wonder when you became so numb. You slowly piece together the strength to put on another facade of happiness to get yourself ready for the day.

Once ready you head out and decide to stop for some breakfast before going to the gym. With each heavy footstep you treasure the time you don’t have to pretend to be okay. As you round the corner to the kitchen you feel the corners of your mouth creep upwards into a smile. Your acting skills seem to be good as ever because you receive nothing more than nonchalant nods and hello’s from your teammates.Grabbing an apple from the fruit basket left on the counter you decide to sit for a little while.

Listening into the conversation and trying to deduce the topic so you can join in you subtly try to lean in. Finally figuring out it was about the man that Steve was bringing back from T’challa’s home you decided it was safe to add your two cents into the conversation.

“So any news on when Cap is arriving home?”

Nat was the first to respond. “He’s actually getting back today. Speaking of which I was supposed to relay some of Steve’s ‘ground rules’ about Sergeant Barnes to everyone before they got here.” Too anyone else this might seem normal, but Steve normally always texts you first. This leads you to wondered when Nat and Steve had gotten so close. It seems like you miss a lot when you’re preoccupied with not letting anyone in too close.

“When we meet Barnes it’s probably best we don’t do anything that might startle him or make him uncomfortable. Obviously our goal is to make this transition as easy as possible for him.” Everyone seemed to agree with the littering of soft noddings. “Okay well we should treat today as any other. Get to training.”

Heeding Nat’s advice you head down to the gym and start warming up. As you stretch out more and more of your team makes it’s way down to join you. Last night had been a rough one seeing as every time you closed your eyes you were kick started awake by a nightmare. Wanting to get all of your bottled up frustration out you move to the punching bag and put your earphones in.

Your fists assault the bag in time to the rhythm of your music. Each time your fist connects you feel a soft sting in your wrists and knuckles. You don’t notice how the gym suddenly becomes quiet around you as Steve walks in with the newest Avenger in tow. It isn’t until Steve gives you a soft nudge in the back that you realize he’s returned.

You remove your earphones and nearly launch yourself at him. Giving the best bone crushing hug you could muster. You peek over his broad shoulder at a man who must be Sergeant Barnes, His blue eyes enrapture you in a utter feeling of ice.

The feeling to anyone else might be unwelcome, but for you it was exhilarating. Any chance you got to feel something else other than numb you took. Finally breaking eye contact with the new man you return your attention to Steve.

“Good to see you managed to make your way back in one piece.” You softly nudge his shoulder but keeping a close proximity to his body.

“It was hard making it out there without my best girl by my side,” A genuine blush crossed your face at his choice of wording.

“Oh Stevie you’re gonna give Sergeant Barnes here the wrong idea about us!” Steve’s lips shaped into his earth shattering grin that would leave any girl with butterflies.

“Don’t worry Doll. I’ve told Bucky a lot about you. He knows you’re just my friend.” Turning yourself towards Barnes you muster up your best smile.

“Well I hope you told him only good things.” You slowly extend your right hand out for him to shake. “It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to all the stories. My name is (Y/N).”

He slowly reciprocated the gesture with a small and shy smile. “Nice to meet you. Call me Bucky.” He turned towards everyone. Making it known that’s what he prefered to go by.

“Sure thing. Um Steve. Once you finish getting Bucky acquainted can you meet me in my room?” A wave of nervousness washed over your skin as you awaited his answer. HIs eyes quickly darted to Nat’s and then back to you. So fast you nearly missed it.

“Uh yeah sure doll. I’ll have Jarvis tell you when I’m ready.” With a tight smile to Steve and a gentle nod to Bucky you returned to your work out.

Once you finished your daily workout routine you decide to take another shower. Hoping to give yourself down time to reassemble your breaking mask of happiness you head back to your private corridors.

You shower and get dressed in lounging clothes and try to get some shut eye. To no avail can you shake the horrid images of past missions so you settle with blankly staring at the ceiling.

It was 11:23 P.M. when Steve finally showed up.  As he walked in you barely stirred passed a small hand motion of acknowledgement.

“Hey Stevie. Did Bucky seem to settle in okay for his first day?” Through your thick eye lashes you drank in the image of a fairly disheveled Steve. He was with Natasha. I can smell her perfume from here.

“Uh yeah. He seemed to be doing okay. All things considering.” He looked nervous. His eyes seemed to avoid yours at all cost. Why was he hiding his relationship with Nat? Perhaps more importantly.. Why did he feel guilty? He is worried about how you would respond. Probably thinks you’re to unstable without his constant attention.

Motioning for him to come join you in your swarm of blankets you scoot over to provide him room. You slowly reach for his fingers and begin to play with them. Leaning your head against his arm you sigh softly. Since coming to the tower Steve had become like an older brother to you.

“I missed you Steve.” He shuffled so his arm engulfs your small body.

“I know kid. I missed you too.” He seemed to trail off and carefully evaluate his next words. “How did you sleep while I was  gone?” Now here ladies and gentlemen is where you test your acting skills.

“I slept like a log. Probably the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.” He seemed to buy it. “I just wanted to say goodnight personally.”

You paused because you weren’t sure if what you say next would let him know you’re onto his and Black Widows relationship. “You know if you ever need me I’ll be there in a heartbeat right?”

As he nods you start gently nudging him out of your bed and you follow him to your door.

“Sweet dreams cap.”

“Sweet dreams (Y/N).”

Trying to not show your sudden need to be alone you slowly closed your door behind him. You had a lot to think about. Contemplating when you became such a hindrance to Steve social life you start to trudge back to bed. It has gotten to the point where even beloved Steve lies to your face.

Over the past year you have slowly began to enclose your safety borders to your room. The only time you felt safe was when you were in Steve’s arms. Now it feels like your borders are getting smaller again. Soon you fear you may suffocate on your self made course of isolation. With these thoughts in mind you get pulled into a deep sleep. You made it to the next moment but you fear how long you have before the nightmares start.

I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter. I’m always up for constructive criticism! The next chapter is almost ready, so it should be out in a couple of days. Below are people who showed interest. Notify me if you want to be added or removed.

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i was in high school when i kissed a girl for the first time

it was my birthday party and we were playing a game of truth or dare
my best friend of several years and i laced our fingers together, giggling shyly and already blushing
and finally we both lean in, our noses bump together and we don’t stop giggling, but our lips touch
and for a second, time stops

i’m not in love with my best friend
but i think i’m in love with kissing girls

her lips are so soft against my own and i can feel her lipstick smudge against my mouth
her hands are so soft and they fit perfectly in my own
i can smell her perfume and i imagine the way her body would curve against my own, how we would line up perfectly like two puzzle pieces

and just as soon as it starts, it’s over
and i can’t help but to touch my lips and wonder if that had actually just happened

—  (cc, 2016)

Tap, tap, tap, love!

“I remembered one thing Emilia did to me while we are filming Season 7.

It was one sunny day on the set, I’m sitting on my chair, script on my hand and Peter is sitting beside me throwing his line. Peter and I were practicing our lines together, then I felt someone tapped my shoulder. But when I turned my head to see it, I saw nothing. So, I turned back to Peter, he smiled at me then we continue practicing. After that, I smelled something. There’s a familiar scent around me and that’s the scent I loved the most.

I can smell her. It’s the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

It tapped me again, same spot on where I was tapped earlier. Same thing happened, I saw nothing.

I know that it’s Emilia. I know that she’s behind me sitting to hide herself from me, probably laughing because she does this every time, pranking me or anyone in the cast.

On her third tap, I caught her hand. I heard her giggle. ‘I got yah, babe.’ I said while tightening my grip to her hand then I grinned at Peter. ‘Let my hand go, Kit!’ She said while trying to pull her hand from my grip.

'You’re making fun out of me, Em. You’re doing this again. I’m not letting you go.’ I told her.

'Kit, please? Let me go.’ She asked me sweetly. I lifted my head to meet her eyes.

'No, not now. I will not let go of your hand, Em. I don’t want to see another guy holding it, replacing me.’ I told her with a serious tone. After that I lowered my head, looking back on what’s in front of me.

Peter looked at us, 'What a line, Kit! Okay, are the two of you done talking? Can I have silence now? Look, I’m practicing here.’ He grinned at us. Emilia laughed at him.

'Do your thing, Tyrion. Don’t mind us here.’ Emilia told her.

’Kit.’ Emilia called me.

'What?’ I asked without looking at her.

'I love you, baby.’ She said sweetly. She giggled. And that killed me, I smiled upon hearing those words. I put small kisses at the back of her palm.

I caught her, and I’m not letting her go.“

- Kit Harington, Nobody Knows

Suspicious Partner | Jihyun Fluff

Anon: Omg my feels, for this but what about 4minute’s jihyun thinking her s/o is cheating when in reality she’s been finding time to propose

Character: Nam Jihyun (fem!reader)
Word count: 840

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

“The house was crowded only a few minutes ago. Now it’s all empty.”


You frown at her in confusion, hoping it masked the growing anxiety within your chest. Acting was never your forte, it was always Jihyun’s. That woman could convince even the smartest people that she was an elf from a far off land, if she felt like it. You knew she could see right through your mock confusion, to the anxiety within your core.

“I can smell perfume,” she notes, a sad tone to her voice. “And I heard a voice before we walked in. We’re not alone, are we?”

The responding silence was overwhelming.

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“Yeah step sister, it’s not like you’re my actual brother, blood and all.” Y/N says while leaning into me, her lips lying against my now hot skin that burns under her touch as she ghost her lips along my neck.

Originally posted by luketivist

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R

Luke’s P.O.V

The strong wind blew through her hair like it was tidal waves brewing through a storm but, that didn’t seem to faze her as she bites down on her ruby red bottom lip before blowing out a thick cloud of air, the boys that sit around her, looking at her with fondness and sensuality don’t even realize that drool is spilling from their bottom lips when she peels her coat together, her breast sending even more blood to the teenage boys pricks as her breasts show more cleavage then her legs.

I watch as a laugh leaves her cherry gloss lips when one of the teenage boy‒ surrounded by her‒with overly jelled hair tells a joke, her small dainty hands slapping down on his skinny shoulder as she clasps her hand over her mouth, trying to contain her soft giggles, the boy with overly jelled hair makes a beaming smile settle on his lips as he takes in the fact that prettiest girl around town is touching him.

But it doesn’t last long when I see her retrieve her hand back and place it in her lap as she plays with the ends of her white and red plaid skirt that hangs dangerously too short. I watch as the boys around her lick their lips when they see her legs fall against each other as she sets up, her chest popping out as her spines curves deliciously.

Just in a matter of time I watch as her eyes beam up when one of the boy’s muster up the courage and speak to her, I watch as her cheeks flare up with a rosy pink sweeping along her cheek bones, before a smile slips on her lips and she stands from the bench, her skirt bunching up higher as she begins to strut her way back into the house. The boys around her all let a look of disappointment and anger set on their face as the boy that asked her out‒I assume‒lets a smile set on his lips as his head full of curls falls before his eyes before he has the strength to brush them out of his eyes and follow her.

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Gonna Let It Burn

TITLE OF STORY: Gonna Let It Burn
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
GENRE: Fantasy, Romance
FIC SUMMARY:  The tall, dark and handsome barista smells of smoke instead of coffee and always calls her princess. That should have been a clue.
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES:  Based an a mythological creature AU prompt post (x). I made it about my OTP, because when do I not. It doesn’t feature names so feel free to imagine your own otp in there…

“Good morning, princess.”

Oh no. Not him. Anyone but him.

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Snapped. Pt Three, Infinitesimal - smut

Author: mystic-biscuit
Series Rating: NSFW 18+
Words: 6072, seriously it is like impossible for me to do anything under 4k.

Notes: Hello, part threee woot. I hope you are liking the collab so far. :)

Parts: CaptivatedFlustered 


  • indefinitely or exceedingly small

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I’m laying on her bed and I can smell her favorite perfume and her shampoo
And I wonder if she tastes like coffee
If she kisses slow and gentle like the way she walks
Like the way she speaks
And when she touches my cheek, I wonder if she sees the burn marks her fingertips leave like
A message carved into a school desk
“I was here”
I love her like I loved my tenth grade art teacher
Like the way I loved the way his fingers moved
I mean she is so beautiful
No wait
I think I mean I love the way she makes me ache
Like I did when I stopped eating and I keep throwing up like I used to
But it is not vomit in front of me
All I can see is the phrase
“Oh god please don’t leave”
But I flush it down and go back to where she’s sleeping and I crawl back into the bed
Ignoring the emptiness in my chest and the hole in the ceiling
—  girl love (topfairy)
The Devil You Know Part 6

The Devil You Know Part 6

Warning: Cussing

Chapter 9

Melinda kept gasping as she kept clawing at the hand around her throat. A hand, that wasn’t even there. 

“Mommy. Mommy.” Zoe said, sitting up in bed. “Mommy.”

Melinda opened up her eyes and started coughing. She grabbed the blanket, that was around her neck, she pulled it off and toss it aside. She rolled over to her side, gasping for air, in between her coughing.

“Mommy.” Zoe said, she looked down from the bed at her. “Mommy.”

“Baby” Melinda said, looking up at her and saw she was crying. “Baby it’s okay.” Melinda got up off the floor and went over to her. “It’s okay baby, mommy didn’t mean to scare you.” She wrapped her arms around Zoe and held her close. “Shh, its okay baby, it’s okay.”

“No mommy.” Zoe said, wrapping her arms around her neck. “I saw daddy. I saw daddy. He was here mommy. He was here.”

“What?” Melinda said and then she heard footsteps outside their door.

Melinda cover Zoe’s mouth, to muffle her cries. She picked her up and moved her under the bed. She mouth to her, “Stay quite, closer your eyes, and cover your ears” Zoe nodded her head and did what she was told. 

Melinda grabbed the gun Negan gave to her. She pointed it at the door as she crouch down behind the couch in the room. The steps got closer to the door and then, came a knock.

“Doll are you guys alright?” Negan said, behind the door. “I thought I heard princess crying.” Melinda stood up and went to the door, with the gun still at the ready. “Doll answer me please, your fucken freaking me out here.” Knocking again.

She kicked the blanket and pillow away from the door. Melinda took a deep breath as she unlock the door. She grabbed the handle and swung the door open. Negan jumped back when he saw Melinda pointing the gun at him. 

“Fuck doll, it’s just me.” Negan said, putting his hands up as he backed up to the other side of the hallway. “It’s just me”

Melinda slowing peaked her head out to make sure Negan wasn’t being use to get inside the room. She looked down the hallway to the right and saw Fat Joe standing there with his gun at the ready. She looked down the hallway to the left and saw Dwight with his gun at the ready.

“See doll? It’s just fucken me.” Negan said as he put his hands down as she lower the gun. “Boys go back to fucken patrolling I got this.” Dwight and Fat Joe went back to walking up and down the hallways. “Is everything alright doll?”

“Yeah.” Melinda said, putting the gun in her back pocket. “Sorry if we woke you. It’s just…”

“Negan.” Zoe said, getting out from under the bed and running to him. “Negan” She grabbed a hold of his leg and hold it tight. “Your alive Negan. Your alive.”

“A course I’m alive princess.” Negan said, stroking the top part of her head as he looked down at her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Cause of daddy. I saw him. I saw him kill you. He killed you Negan.” Zoe said and she started crying again. “Then he… he started choking… mommy. He was..he was going to… kill mommy too.”

“O princess.” Negan said, kneeling and wrapping his arm around her. “Come here.” She let go of his leg and he picked her up. “You were just having a nightmare, that’s all.” He held her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck, as she kept on crying. “It’s okay princess I’m here. I’m here.”

Negan held out Lucille to Melinda and she took it. He wrapped his arm around Zoe, giving her a small squeeze. She nuzzle his neck as she kept crying. Negan walked into the room and notice the blanket and pillow on the floor.

“Doll were you sleeping by the fucken door?” Negan said, looking up at her.

Never know who maybe attend to pick the lock and come in.” Melinda said, picking up the blanket and pillow, then placing them on the couch. “I would have put the couch in front of the door, but if we had to leave in a hurry, I don’t want to waste time pushing it out of the way.”

“When we go on a fucken run tomorrow, we’ll stop at a hardwood store I know. We can get you guys some chain locks or some shit for the door, sound fucken good doll?” Negan said, rocking Zoe in his arms.

“Yeah sounds good.” Melinda said, giving him a small smile. “I can also pick up some pipes and make more bombs.”

“You, are fucken scary doll.” Negan said, pointing at her and giving her a wink.  “Alright princess, its time to get back to bed.” Negan went to the bed to laying her on down.

“No. No.” Zoe said, holding his neck tight.

“Okay princess, okay.” Negan said, rubbing her back to calm her down. “Want me to lay down with you?” Zoe nodded her head. “Alright princess, I’ll lay down with you.” 

Negan laid down on the bed and Zoe curled up to him as she stopped crying. He smiled down at her and looked over at Melinda, who was laying Lucille on the couch. She turned around and look down at them, giving him a soft smile.

Negan mouth to her “fucken told you.” She shook her head, knowing he was talking about earlier, when he said he’ll make a great dad to Zoe. She stay on the edge of the bed and handed Negan, Zoe’s teddy bear.

“Who’s this little guy?” Negan asked Zoe as he handed her the teddy bear.

That’s Mr Teddy Bones.” Zoe said, hugging the teddy bear.

“Mr Teddy Bones? That’s an awesome name.” Negan said, smiling at her. “You know, I had a teddy bear when I was your age.”

“You did?” Zoe said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I did.” Negan said, nodding his head. “He was pretty awesome too. He was all black and he had red eyes, for that I called him Diablo (Devil).”

“Diablo?” Zoe said,looking at him weird. “That’s a funny name.”

“Your face is funny.” Negan said, chuckling when Zoe nudge him. “At first I didn’t want Diablo when my dad gave him to me.”

“You didn’t?” Zoe asked and Negan shook his head. “Why not?”

“Cause I was a boy and I thought teddy bears where for girls.” Negan said, tickling Zoe a bit and making her laugh. “But my dad said he got him for me to protect me. He said, all kids need to have teddy bears to protect them at night.”

“Protect them from what?” Zoe asked.

“From all the monsters that come out at night. You see princess, Mr Teddy Bones here.” Negan said, taking a hold of the teddy bear. “He’s actually a warrior teddy bear. Him and all the teddy bears are warriors. Do you know what they were called?” Zoe shook her head. “They were called the Saviors.”

“Just like you?” Zoe asked as she smiled at him.

“Yep.” Negan said, nodding his head. “Just like me.” He smiled at her. “My dad told me a story about these Saviors. Want to hear it?” Zoe smiled and nodded her head. “Alright.” Negan cleared his throat.

“A long time ago, monsters would roam around at night. They would come into peoples home and take the kids. So, people pray to the Gods for help. The Gods sent down the teddy bears. At first, they didn’t understand. They said, how can a stuff animal help the protect the kids? They took the teddy bears anyways and gave them to all the kids. When night fall came, the monsters came out, that is when the teddy bears came to life.” Negan said, taking a hold of her teddy bear.

“They came to life?” Zoe asked.

Yes they did.” Negan said, nodding his head. “When the monsters came to the houses, the teddy bears were waiting for them. They all were in armor and had swords. The monsters told the teddy bears, why fight to protect the children? When they get older, they will toss you aside. The teddy bears told them, when they get old, they will no longer be needed, because by then, the kids can protect themselves. But till then, they would fight and die for all the kids, to keep them safe.”

“But what about the monsters we have now? Why haven’t the teddy bears killed them?” Zoe asked.

“Well princess that’s because they are a different type of monster. The teddy bears, knew with these monsters they were going to need some help. So they called upon all the kids they protected, to help them out with these monsters.” Negan said, looking down at her.

“So that’s why you guys are the Saviors?” Zoe asked looking up at him.

“That’s right princess.” Negan said, nodding his head. “We all came together and became warriors, we came the Saviors. We go out and fight the monsters, to protect everyone. And when your older,” Negan pointed at her. “You’ll be a Savoir too. Heck, your pretty much one now princess.”

“I am?” Zoe asked, smiling at him.

“Yes you are.” Negan said smiling at her. “Now, won’t you and Mr Teddy Bones get some sleep princess.”

“Okay.” Zoe said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. “You know what?”

“What princess?” Negan said, still looking down at her.

I wish you were my daddy.” Zoe said curling up under him. 

Negan looked over at Melinda, to see tears forming in her eyes. Negan turn back to Zoe and cover her up with the blanket.

 “Get some sleep princess. I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.” Negan said, getting out of the bed. He lean down and kiss her forehead. “Night princess.”

“Goodnight Negan.” Zoe said, curling up to her teddy bear and going to sleep.

Melinda handed Lucille to Negan and they both stepped out into the hallway. They stood there in awkward silences for a bit, till Melinda finally spoke up.

“Did you… did you ever had kids?” Melinda asked in a small voice.

“Nah, never did. I fucken can’t stand kids. Their little shits.” Negan said, smirking at her. Melinda laugh as she shook her head. “O she can fucken laugh.” He walked up to her closer to her. “It’s a pretty fucken sexy laugh doll. You should do it more.”

“You know, you never said why you were up.” Melinda said, changing the subject.

“I couldn’t fucken sleep, so I just went for a walk.” Negan said, looking down at her.

“Sure it wasn’t to sleep with some girl?” Melinda asked and Negan rise his eyebrows at her. “I can smell her perfume on you.”

“Yeah, you caught me.” Negan said, chuckling. “I went and fucked one of my wives.”

“One of your wives?” Melinda said rising her eyebrows. “Whoa, here I thought I was going to be the second girl in your life.”

“Nah, doll. It;s Lucille, princess and then you.” Negan said, smirking at her. “But I do feel we have something special.” Melinda’s face harden as she shot him a glare. “O fuck. Doll, I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I didn’t fucken know he said that to you.”

“It’s alright.” Melinda said, looking away. 

Is there.. anything else he fucken said to you?” Negan said, making her look at him. “That way I know not to fucken say it to you.”

“He called me love.” Melinda said, letting out a sigh. “I always hated him saying that. He would call Zoe sweetie or sweetheart. She doesn’t mind it, but it just… just reminds me of him, you know?”

“Yeah, I fucken understand doll. You know, we have a therapist here doll. She’s pretty good, on the count she was one before all this fucken shit went to hell.” Negan said and she rise her eyebrows. “I fucken know, I fucken know. But, she could help you and princess. I know you don’t want Zoe to remember this shit, but it doesn’t fucken help keeping it in.”

“True.” Melinda said, nodding her head. “Is she one of your wives?”

“Yeah.” Negan said, smiling.

“Why do I feel your lying about that?” Melinda said, crossing her arms.

Negan looked up and down the hallway, then lean in closer to her.

“Between the fucken two of us, I just fucken tell people I’m banging her, so they don’t know I’m actually doing therapy.” Negan whisper.

“She said no, didn’t she?” Melinda said.

“Yep.” Negan said, laughing as he pulled back. “But all fucken joking aside. I do talk to her. Shit can way heavy on you when your a fucken leader. We can drop princess off with her before we go on the fucken run. If that’s alright with you?

“I’ll like to talk to her a bit, before I do.” Melinda said.

That’s fine doll.” Negan said, nodding his head. “Will, I’m off to fucken bed, yet again. You know, without a good night fucken kiss.” Negan started smiling at her.

“Alright, one kiss.” Melinda said, smiling at him.

“Fucken A.” Negan said, smiling.

 He lean down to her as he close his eyes. Melinda put her hand on his face and pushed him back.

“Awww, she fucken did me dirty.” Negan said, laughing. 

“That’s the only way I’ll do you.” Melinda said, smiling as she went back to the door.

“I fucken love it when you talk dirty doll.” Negan said, as he walked backwards to his room.

“I know you do.” Melinda said, leading inside the room. “Goodnight Negan.”

“Goodnight doll.” Negan said as she close the door. Negan started whistling again as turn around to walk down the hallway. “I’m so going to fucken hit that.”

“No your not.” Melinda said, behind the door.

“What the fuck?”

The Devil You Know Part 7  

Thank you guys for your comments, they keep me going and make me so excited to wright this. Much love to you all.  (gifs props to makers/some mine)

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We were painting the walls the other day and she asked me ‘Do you think that when you smoke in here, the smell of it gets stuck in the paint?’ At first I thought it was a ridiculous question but then I remembered how her scent still lingers on my freshly cleaned sheets and how I can still smell her perfume every time I get in the car. ‘Yeah, maybe’ I replied. 'I’ll go outside.’
Allison's home-Stiles Stilinski

This was a dream I had then I made up an ending. I don’t know it may be strange but I think this should happen, if it did i’d actually cry.

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I woke up screaming in the middle of the night again for the 8th time this month. It’s always the same nightmare -Allison getting stabbed by the oni. Only it’s not a nightmare, it’s a memory an it plays over and over again until my brother Scott wakes me up. Like now, he just holds me in his arms while I cry. Sometimes he cries with me. I feel awful to keep doing it and reminding him about it but I have no control over my nightmares. It always feels so real, like I’m in that moment again. I can smell her perfume and feel the cold from the wind. Eventually we fall asleep in eachothers arms. Mum always wakes us up with a sympathetic smile and pancakes.

It’s been less than a year since Allison passed and weird things have happened. I was in Eichen for a couple of months. They thought it was best for me. While I was in there the pack dealt with the deadpool, they were extremely shocked to find my name on it. It turns out I’m a witch. Not the hocus pocus, bibbidy bobbidy stuff. But I can do spells, heal people and i can create a protective force field kind of thing (like bella in twilight) around people- which i haven’t learned to do yet. I’ve been training with Deaton ever since I got out and I’m getting good. 

A couple of weeks ago I found this spell to bring people back to life. I wasn’t supposed to find it but I begged Deaton to help me. I told him I would do it with or without him. He told me i could die if i did it alone so he would help me but it would take a couple weeks to gather supplies. I haven’t told the pack in case something goes wrong or it doesn’t work, but we are doing it tonight. There are countless things that could go wrong.

Firstly, I essentially have to die much like the way Stiles, Scott, Allison and Isaac have done in the past. I may never wake up. Another issue is I haven’t found my anchor yet, eventhough I’m not a werewolf or werecoyote - wereanything, i still need an anchor to control myself.

Currently though, I’m sitting in class listening to coach talk about something nobody cares about as usual. There is a lacrosse game tonight and I’m planning to do it while they are there. I hope it’s not too suspicious because I go to every single game of Scotts, we are very close siblings being twins and all.

I feel something hitting off my shoulder. I turn to catch the culprit but smile when I see Stiles with that adorable grin.

“you okay?” he whispers nodding to my forearm where I had drawn blood from scratching. I was too focused thinking about tonight I didn’t even notice. My eyes widen but nod. He smiles and i do too. I go to turn around my Scott catches my attention.

“are you sure your ok? you’ve been tapping your foot this entire lesson and your heartbeat just got really fast…” he asks innocently. I blush but nod resting my head in my hands to hide my face. The bell rings and I shoot up and out of my seat. Stiles and Scott race after me. I almost get away but Lydia, Malia and Kira are waiting outside the door. I groan.

“hello to you too buttercup” Lydia says sarcastically. I smile at her and try to walk

past them.

“were are you going? are you coming to the game?” Scott yells at me as I’m quite a far distance away now. I turn and shake my head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t, I’ve got to train with Deaton. It’s really important and I can’t miss it. I might see you after, you’ll do great!” then i run outside to my car. I drive off before any of them can reach me.

Scott’s POV*

“she never misses our games? do you think she’s ok?” I turn towards everyone. “dude, she’ll be fine come on, we’ve got to get ready, we’ll see you girls out there.” Stiles replies. I sigh but go to get changed.

“Now that you mentioned it, it is a little strange. What can be more important than coming to see you play, she comes to every single game” Stiles says as he’s getting dressed. I huff.

“I know, she’s my good luck charm. Although I think she comes to see you more than me.” I reply to stiles wiggling my eyebrows.

“what are you insinuating?” Stiles’ voice wavers and I smirk.

“that you and my sister are going to get married and have lot’s of babies together…” I joke. I expect him to laugh but he just gulps.

“wait, do you actually like my sister?” I ask. He breaks eye contact with me.

“ew, no bro, that’s disgusting she’s like my sister too…” he defends. I nod agreeing but I can hear his heart beat getting faster and the slight squeak to his voice, you don’t have to be a werewolf to tell he’s lying.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be bothered if you did…” i suggest.

“well i don’t!” he snaps back slamming his locker shut. I laugh silently, happy that I know they both like each other but will not admit it. Her heart beat get’s faster everytime she looks at him. As does his.

We leave the locker room and go to the field. It’s raining really badly. We go over to coach.

“Hey guys, I think we’re going to have to cancel. A little rain is fine but it’s too dangerous for you to play like this. I don’t even know where it came from. We go over to the girls and Lydia looks really panicked.

"Lydia what’s wrong?” I ask her. A tear rolls down her cheek.

“It’s y/n” that’s all she has to say until we are all racing towards Stiles’ Jeep.

Normal POV (earlier on)*

“Hey Deaton, we ready to do this?” I greet him as i walk inside the clinic. He smiles nervously. I sigh taking off my jacket.

“don’t get nervous on me now, I’m ready. I can do this.” he nods uncertainly. I go inside the ‘main’ room and he has two ice baths ready. One for me and hopefully one when I bring Ali back.

“did you bring it?” he asks. I nod showing him the necklace Allison had given me. It was right before she died so it held a lot of meaning. I looked at it for a while before dropping it in her bath. Then I turn towards Deaton.

“Ok, ready to go?” i ask nervously. He rubs up and down my arms.
“Did you find an anchor?” I look down shaking my head, but subconciously I’m playing with the necklace around my neck, it was a birthday present from Stiles. “what about who ever gave you that?” he points to the necklace. I look at it thinking then i whisper
“Stiles” and look up to see Deaton smiling.
“perfect!” I blush and he pecks my forehead. I step into the bath instantly my body freezes. I sit down and take a breath before laying down.

Scott’s POV*
We run out of the Jeep and head towards the animal clinic. The lights are low and the door says that’s it’s closed. I look at Stiles and he runs his hand through his hair afraid of what we’re about to see. I open the door going first, i run into the 'main’ room and see Deaton but no y/n. There are two ice baths and I cough getting Deaton’s attention. He get’s up quickly coming to stand in front of me.

“what are you all doing here?” he asks nervously.
“where’s y/n” Stiles asks.
“i, uh, she’d kill me. She’s in the bath.” he whispers. My eyes widen and I go towards the bath.
“dont touch it! you could kill her!” he states. I step back.
“why are there two?” Lydia asks confused. Deaton looks down at his feet. I growl and he gulps.
“She’s gone to bring Allison back” he mumbles. everyone gasps. I get angry and storm towards Deaton pushing him against a wall.
“why did you let her do that! she could die!” i yell. He flinches and Stiles grabs me pulling me away. Lydia is in shock, Malia and Kira are sitting down. We hear a gasp and we turn around.

normal POV*
When I 'wake up’ I’m still holding Stile’s necklace. I am in a really large, white room. I look around but I’m alone. For a moment I think i failed but then i feel a hand touch my leg. I look down at the floor and there is Allison, with the same wound she died from. I go through the steps in my head and bend down to heal it. She gasps when it’s healed and looks at me not believing I’m real.

“I came to bring you back Ali, these past few months have been hell without you!” She looks at me with tears in her eyes.

“how?!” she whispers. “I’ll explain when we get back” she nods and we stand up.

“look in your pocket” i ask her quietly. she looks at me funny but does it. She finds the necklace and looks at me expectantly.

“Hold it, really tight, with your palm facing the floor, don’t let go of it. Close your eyes.Think about the people you left behind - Scott, your dad, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Isaac, Derek, Deaton…” I say and she does it immediately. I work my magic also closing my eyes, when i open my eyes she’s gone. I look around and scream excitedly that I’ve actually done it! Now I just need to get myself back…

I sigh feeling quite light headed, i power through it to get back. I close my eyes and I’m about to start the spell when i feel a hand on my arm. My eyes snap open and I see Claudia, Stiles’ mum. My eyes immediately start to water, she was as close to our family as she was her own. She smiles sympathetically and brings me in for a hug. We pull away and she wipes my tears so they don’t drip.

“please tell me you are not dead darling?” she asks quietly, tears brimming my eyes.

“no, I’m a witch… I came to bring Allison back” I smile. she’s a little shocked for a second and a bright idea pops into my head. “I could bring you back too! come on!” I tug at her hand but she stands still in her place. I furrow my eyebrows. “what’s wrong?” i turn towards her completely. she sniffles.

“I can’t come back with you” my face falls.

“why not?” i stutter. she looks at the floor.

“It wouldn’t be right, and it could harm you, it was great just seeing you, I’ve been watching over you all. Your doing great. And please knock some sense into my sons head, he loves you, beyond a shadow of a doubt” she rubs my arms the way Deaton did. She laughs at my expression. “And you love him too don’t you?” she raises her eyebrow.

“no why would you say that?” i mumble. She smirks.

“your playing with the necklace he bought you and oh my word your scar is bleeding.” she gasps. I look down and my shiirt is covered in blood, i lift it out of my shorts and i nearly faint at the sight. After the nogitsune was gone he had left something. Stiles’ name carved into my hip, he must have done it when i was passed out and done it with a knife. Nobody else knows about it except my mum and Lydia. She runs her fingers above it careful not to snag it. My eyes start to water again. She grabs the sides of my face.

“first thing you do when he get back is kiss him, ok honey? just straight into it! you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger!” she smiles when i giggle. “will you tell him that I love him and that it wasn’t his fault I died, I was very sick at that time. Also tell Stilinski that I love him too, and that he’s doing a great job with Stiles.” she is now crying and i nod, she sighs and pulls me into another hug.

“I love you” I whisper into her hair.

“I love you too baby, say hello to your mother as well!” she laughs. I nod but start crying. we are both sobbing in eachothers arms. Until I am ripped out of her arms.

Stiles POV*

We hear a gasp and we turn around. I sigh thinking it’s y/n but it didn’t come from her bath. There right before our eyes, is Allison gasping for breath, dressed in the same clothes she died in nearly a year ago… Scott runs over to her and pulls her out of the bath, Deaton hands him a towel and he wraps it around her. She holds it gratefully and he crushes her in a huge hug. A mop of strawberry blonde hair flies past me. Scott and Allison pull away just for her to crushed in a hug by Lydia again. They pull away and she comes over to hug me.

“your actually real?” i whisper into her hair. she giggles. “yeah. y/n brought me back” she sobs.

“I’m so sorry!” i mumble. “It’s not your fault…” she whispers. we pull away.

“where is y/n?” i gasp. “she’s still under! we need to get her out quickly a different way. Kira grab that jar. Stiles come over here.” Deaton yells.

“why what can i do?” i mutter but go over anyway.

“your her anchor, you need to grab her hand and when i say pull her out of the water completely” he says in a rush, tipping the entire jar into the water. I look at him with my eyes wide.

“I’m her anchor?” i question. He groans.

“yes, are you ready?” he mumbles. i gulp but nod.

“NOW!” he yells. I immediately yank on her hand pulling her out of the water completely and falling backwards with her coughing on my chest. I sigh and rest my head on the floor.

“did i do it?” she whispers. I laugh and grab her face, her eyes are closed and she looks really tired.

“yeah” i whisper back.

“take me home?” she mutters so i stand up to the best of my ability. Pretty much everyone is crying relieved that she’s alive. I walk outside and into my jeep followed by scott, kira, Allison, Lydia and Malia. Somehow we all fit in the car with y/n still resting on my lap. I start driving and she nestles her head into my neck. I bend down and peck her forehead and she smiles.

“where shall I go?” i ask nobody in particular.

“guys, what’s that smell?"Malia asks. Scott looks around.

"I can smell it too, it smells like blood…” he mumbles. He looks over at y/n and gasps.

“Stiles your covered in blood” Scott gasps.I look down briefly.

“it’s not mine, its must be y/n’s” I panick.

“what shall i do?”

“go to Derek’s loft” Lydia interrupts, so i do.

When we arrive at Derek’s i lay y/n down on the couch gently. Lydia comes over with a first aid kit. We all stand around waiting and when Lydia lifts y/n’s shirt everyone turns to me puzzled. Carved in blood is my name. It’s silent so Lydia starts cleaning the wound and bandaging it up, which y/n has to sit up for. I sit behind her holding her up and she grips my hand. She leans back slightly and rests her head on my shoulder looking up to me.

“the nogitsune did it” her voice is hoarse but loud enough we can all hear it.
“why didn’t you tell us about it?” Scott says.
“I knew about it!” Lydia murmurs.
“It’s creepy, I don’t know what the point of it was but I think that’s why I was having nightmares” she says to Scott. He nods deep in thought.

“what happened in there?” Lydia brings up. y/n looks at me skeptically. I raise my eyebrows and she sighs closing her eyes again.
“I saw your mum” her eyes open and she’s looking directly at me. My lip trembles but nod for her to continue.“I was going to bring her back too, but she wouldn’t let me. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and it wasn’t your fault she died, she was really sick.” then closed her eyes again.

I get up from the couch putting a pillow in my place before walking over to the window. I look out thinking about my mum, warm tears threatening to spill over. I hear rustling behind me then a soft hand grabs hold of mine. I look down at her and smile then look over my shoulder and everyone has gone into a different room to give us some privacy.

“thank you” I whisper but she stays silent.

“thank you for bringing me back!” she then replies after a few moments of silence.

“so… I’m your anchor?” I ask teasingly. she blushes and looks away. I grab the side of her face and kiss her putting every emotion into it. she kisses back instantly and we’re both enjoying the moment when the door bursts open. We turn towards it startled. Chris, my dad and Melissa burst through the door. Everyone comes out of the kitchen to see what the fuss is and when Allison sees her father she makes a beeline for him and hugging him. He holds her shocked that she’s actually real and alive. He looks up to y/n and smiles and mouthing 'thank you’. She nods and smiles.

My dad comes over and y/n walks over to him before I can. I follow and hold her waist. He smiles at the small gesture but stays silent for her to talk. “I saw Claudia” she starts. “I tried to bring her back too, she wouldn’t let me. she said it wouldn’t be fair but to tell you that she loves you and that your doing a great job with Stiles and she’s been watching.” He tries to muffle his cries in his hand but it’s no use. I hug him tightly and bring y/n with me.

“well I’ve got some good news?” I whisper.
“what?” dad says. I grip y/n’s hand.
“were together now” i say smiling down at y/n she grins up at me and i peck her forehead. Scott and Malia holler, clearly they were listening and y/n blushes hiding her face in my chest.

“i love you” I say into her hair.
“I love you to dork” she mumbles back.

Do you see that man?


Now picture him seeing Regina again…

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Alright - so this is literally like almost 5 months late, but it’s finally done.

Happy SUPER belated birthday to @the-flame-and-hawks-eye (like embarassingly belated but alas).  Shay, you are an incredible person, really.  You are so talented, and nice, and smart (VET SCHOOL), and I appreciate all you contribute to the fandom, and how just seeing your blog on my dash brightens my day.

I was that ‘sneaky anon,’ however I don’t feel I did justice, so maybe I’ll rewrite it sometime.  Anyways, happy belated birthday, stay incredible, and I love you so much owo

(also oh my god I finally wrote something over 2,000 words long, 2,011 but still)

Also: PLEASE CHECK OUT THIS INCREDIBLE PIECE OF ART WHICH REALLY INSPIRED ME AND @minmeiz thanks for the accidental collab <3 owo

Roy tugs at his tie as he casts his gaze around the vast room once again, scanning the crowd for a familiar figure.  It had become a habit in the past half hour to search the room every few minutes, continuously hoping to see who he was looking for.  Apparently Havoc had noticed.

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