I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them
I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”
@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it!
As much as he’d like it to be the case,
Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the
office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than
10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing
around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’
It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but
Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing
with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.
“Leaving early?” James poked his
head up, at Thomas’ movement.
“There’s a kid hanging around
outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the
window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.
“Don’t take too long,” James
reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and
nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his
The kid jumped when Thomas opened the
door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just
happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.
“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice,
warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve
been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you
with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better
be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.
“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up,
then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt
his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair,
given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to
be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.
“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put
the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we
can find them?”
“Umm,” The kid started again, but
this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’
chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and
he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the
building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”
Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as
I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t
want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t
stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your
The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh,
it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.
Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay,
it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was
more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter
sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”
“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My
name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched.
There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was
no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s
divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking
for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of
Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.
There wasn’t anything for it, though.
Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to
meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”
Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition.
Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was
recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says
you’re really distracting!”
Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not
'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his
face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid?
Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really
thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.
“How about we wait inside for your
Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke
cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go
somewhere with a relative stranger.
Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went
straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because
Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work
on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really
would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all
by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered,
small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.
“That’s very cool!” Thomas
enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every
person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to
the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him,
Philip beamed. “Alright! This place
looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that
Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting
an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the
need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to
check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?
Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his
desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What
do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least
explain the situation, after all.
“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s
too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even
though I’ve never met him before.”
Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he
tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked,
but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his
Alex was determined to keep his
promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if
possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for
all that free overtime.
Unfortunately, all the owing in the
world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some
important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when
the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request
like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he
explained his circumstances.
No, he could do this and still be out
on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to
the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.
Only, when he did that, Philip had
already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for
the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according
to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not
keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car
and to home.
Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex
started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he?
Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have
just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if
Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex
started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.
Alex was focused; so focused that his
phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized
Philip was missing.
It must have been hours later, the sun
starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere
early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking.
Alex had lost his son.
He didn’t want to even think about the
phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the
house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this
Alex was just stressed enough to miss
the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too
stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.
“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson
waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in
his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his
coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding
into his arms.
“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr.
Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”
“Wha- Philip, where have you
been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared,
you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!”
Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized
his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,”
Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I
just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”
Alex loosened his hug so that he could
face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off,
remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the
fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory
tone, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked,
always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you
want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all
evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”
There was no reason for Jefferson to be
lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson
had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in
there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in
his chest. “Excuse me-”
“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again,
lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing
Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”
Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly
the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold
back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth
and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because
Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated
Jefferson did open his mouth, but his
eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something
Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I
didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson
assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.
Philip looked up at him cautiously.
Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip
whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into
“Of course!” Jefferson reached a
hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and
you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work!
It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.”
He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.
Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen
Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach
that he’d rather not analyze.
“No! You gotta stay for supper! We
can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced
back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.
Alex opened his mouth, searching for an
excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to
Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start,
Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was
actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant
anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking
more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.
“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he
wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like
right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right
now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned
on its head.
Jefferson flinched in surprise for a
moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted
confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely
resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed
just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.
“I suppose I can stay and tell your
Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his
workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without
telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.
“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip
whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”
Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault
is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”
Philip spouted denials in between
giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess
I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and
edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat
in his hallway.
Somewhere between numb and completely
unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen
pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and
opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson
had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.
“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm
and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on
for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the
counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s
been on the same page today.”
Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first
time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it
was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an
active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now.
“Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I
Jefferson smirked- how could he not?-
but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy.
The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do
it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s
dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He
paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand
dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”
Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His
ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind.
“Thank you,” he said instead.
“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned
pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.”
Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which
is even weirder!”
Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their
way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown
laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”
Jefferson was howling right beside him.
“I know, right?!”
Their laughs petered off, save for a
quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around-
Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in
ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey,
can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”
Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a
stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or
how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a
date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing
Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him
being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.
“That sounds nice. If your Dad
agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to
Alex, question standing. A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as
well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied-
when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the
only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was
gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of
himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.
“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed
to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or
Requested by anonymous: You should do a Shawn imagine based off the song F.U. by Little Mix I think it’d be so good to see an imagine like that
Word Count: 1,698
Note: this is obviously just writing because Shawn would NEVER do this, but it’s still fun to write ya know. plus the Glory Days album by LM is suCH A FREAKING BOP I LOVE IT ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You knew exactly what had happened the minute he didn’t walk through the door like he promised.
It wouldn’t be the first time, and that’s what caused your heart to sink.
Your eyes landed on the cold, untouched plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
To be completely honest, that’s how your heart felt, too. It wasn’t always like this, though.
There was a time where the both of you were still happy - where you didn’t want to constantly take a bat to everything he owned and let him know he messed with the wrong girl. It started about two months ago; you and Shawn had gotten into a huge fight following several smaller fights that had blown you two out of the water.
Hello! I love your art so much, and I loved Reindeer Boy! I can't help but notice that you've Jace with darker skin recently. I know he has some Persian ancestry from Sona Carstairs, and it's possible he has other non-white ancestry. Is his new complexion canon, or is it artistic liscense?
It’s artistic license. The way he is described I picture him as very gold. Which doesn’t mean pale to me. But I guess I’ve gone more bronze than gold lately. People seem to like it anyhow!
The first time I was really conscious of her breathing, the first time I was terrified that she would suddenly cease is as sharp in my memory as if it happened only yesterday.
So many years ago as I sat beside her as she lay pale and unmoving atop that hospital bed; a bed that no one, not even I, had expected her ever to leave. Because while her body had been returned to us more or less unscathed, her spirit had not and as each frightening day passed she had retreated further and further away from us and, in the absence of anything solid to put my back up against I think maybe I had retreated right along with her. Unable to reach out in any substantive way I had simply concentrated my attention on bringing to justice the faceless men who had put her there; so that when she died, when she left me, I could tell myself that I had done everything I could possibly have done; that I hadn’t failed her.
Of course I came to realise that in fact, I was failing her more than I ever have done before or since because whilst I have no real religious convictions, my faith even back then was in Scully; in her quiet strength in a belief that somehow, as long as we searched for it together, that the truth I so desperately sought was attainable somehow. And all through that long night as I covered her pale hand with my own, I whispered that same confirmation over and over. To keep her with me; to bring her back; to keep fighting in a way I think she had always fought.
And I didn’t take my eyes off her – afraid to miss even a single gentle rise and fall of her chest as though by sheer will alone I could keep her breathing – until the morning came and I was banished from the room to allow the nurses to attend to her. Just for an hour or two they said; enough time for me to go home and grab a shower, a change of clothes, something to eat maybe. Of course I did none of those things because I already knew what was waiting for me when I got home. Because I had made my choice and my choice had been to be with Scully.
I had cried that day as I sank to my knees on the threshold of my ruined apartment; hot scalding shameful tears that caught in my throat and demanded a final release. Tears I had kept locked inside me for months, maybe even years as I cried for everything that had been taken from me, even then still unable to bring myself to exclude Scully from the grim mental tally that reverberated again and again as my subconscious finally came to the fore after being suppressed for so long. Because deep down, I hadn’t believed she would live; that anything I could ever do would bring her back to me.
It was just one of many times she has surprised me. Because as petite as she is, as seemingly fragile as she may first appear, I have learned through bitter experience that Scully burns with a fire that is blinding in its intensity and which, despite all the odds, has never been fully extinguished. It’s one of the reasons I stopped noticing her height – or lack thereof – years ago; because if a person’s stature can be measured, not in inches but in a sheer single minded determination to prevail, then Dana Scully would surely walk amongst giants.
In the past six years I have crossed continents to find her, have held her in my arms when she was barely alive; I have wept at her bedside in the dead of night when all has seemed hopeless; I have felt her blood on my hands and her fear on my soul; I have allowed her desperate tears mingle with mine before I have somehow managed to kiss them away, drawing strength from her even when my body was tired and my mind was weak. I have watched her laugh for no other reason than a sudden childlike joy that we are both still alive and more recently I have felt her body sing alongside my own as we lay entwined in a lovers embrace; her pale skin glowing in the muted tones of evening light as she gently and thoroughly shrouds me in a sureness that despite everything, I am still worthy enough for someone to love me.
And through all those years I have watched her breathe.
But now, as she stands before me, her eyes luminous with unshed tears that threaten at any moment to fall, I watch her chest hitching as she fights to hold on to her composure.
Because I am leaving her behind; because despite her protestation and spoken entreaties that she is fine I finally realised a truth that I have been denying for so long – that the cost to her is just too great and the time has come for her to stop and whether she will admit it to herself or not I think deep down she knows it too.
We spent last night holding on to each other; barely speaking as we lay awake in the darkness, entrusting in our bodies to communicate when the words just wouldn’t come and afterwards as the dawn began to break and I felt her begin to tremble in my arms, knowing that our time together was short, I told her for the first time that I loved her. It felt ominously as though I were saying goodbye.
We agreed that she wouldn’t drive me to the airport and I am expecting Skinner to arrive any minute; a part of me wishing he never would – that I am able to take her with me instead just as she has been at my side for so many years. She has grounded me, saved me, given me the strength to carry on when everything around us has gone to hell; she is my touchstone, my constant and my perfect other and on every level possible I am thankful that she was sent to me when she was. And leaving her right now is tearing me apart piece by painful piece because what I really want to do is to gather her against me, wrap my arms around her and never let her go.
But instead I pick up the overnight bag I had packed last night and with my free hand I gently lay my palm against her face, feeling the tension in her jaw ease slightly as I caress the soft velvet of her cheek with my thumb, rubbing small circles to comfort her just as I have done a thousand times before and just briefly, without lifting her eyes, she rests her own hand against mine; capturing my fingers for a moment before turning away from me as she gives me unspoken permission to leave before she changes her mind or perhaps before I can change mine.
I allow myself one last lingering look at her, willing her to turn around even as I pray she doesn’t; because I have never felt as empty as I do now and I am just looking for a reason to stay; to let Skinner travel to Oregon to uncover a truth I no longer really care about. But she doesn’t turn around; her body is still, arms crossed over her chest in a protective posture as she holds herself together. And so I leave. Without looking back I exit the apartment, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other; to keep walking; to keep breathing.
And suddenly she is right there, pulling at my arm and turning me to face her as I automatically drop my bag, crushing her against my chest as she begins to cry silently against me. I don’t know how long we stand there; conscious only of her, of her body against mine as I feel her chest hitching with the intensity of her distress, knowing that she needs this release; a painful release that will ultimately lend her the strength she thinks she has lost somehow, rewarded when finally she pushes herself away from me and locks those incredible eyes with mine before placing one small hand at the nape of my neck, drawing me forwards and down so that, by standing on her tiptoes she is able to rest her forehead against mine.
“It’s okay” I murmur although I don’t really believe it.
Stepping back as I cup her face fully in my palms studying her, needing to look at her, to submerge myself in the essence of her; to feel her protection as she has protected me so often in the past.
She smiles then, not a full on Scully smile, but a barely-there upturn of the corners of her mouth so full of love and of respect and of her unshakable belief in me that I want to break down right there and then. Instead I slowly lower my mouth to hers, our eyes never breaking contact even for a second and I think it’s one of the most powerful, life affirming moments I have ever experienced but then right at the second our lips are about to touch, Scully gently lays a hand on my chest and steps back.
For a second I am confused; hurt even.
Until I notice that she is smiling sadly, shaking her head almost imperceptibly as she once again covers my hands with her own.
“No Mulder” she whispers “No goodbyes remember? Just promise me…..promise me you will come back to me safe.”
And I pull her against me again, just holding her as I feel her breathe.
Prompt:After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess. AN:The next chapter is the final chapter. Word Count:2,015 Chapter:11
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How things have changed in just a few short weeks. It was a
sunlit day of early spring, and the sky held a soft blue glow. Spring Break was
finally here and Riley walked barefoot on the weed filled front lawn, looking
for wild flowers she loved. She was never much of a rose person, not that she
didn’t appreciate its beauty, it’s just that she was more in love with meadow
flowers, with forget-me-nots and buttercups. The flowers people often
overlooked due to the hype of the rose.
The scratchy green grass was warm under her bare feet and
she was glad to be free of the confines of her running shoes. Who needed to run
when walking felt so blissful? She stopped and closed her eyes so she could capture
the moment of the sunlight on her skin. It was like a kiss of summer but
without the fiery heat or beads of sweat. She opened her eyes and let the
daylight flood back in, bringing the warm April day right back into focus.
To say she was glad winter was over would be an understatement.
She loved the way snow looked when it found itself a home on trees and building
tops but nothing made her feel more at peace than the calm slightly warm breeze
of springtime. Which was exactly what she needed.
Lately, her mind had been beating itself up trying to figure
out what to say to Lucas. She would get up the courage, march right over to
him, open her mouth – and nothing would come out. It happened so many times this
last month she was convinced she lost all ability to speak to him.
She couldn’t figure out what was holding her back. Farkle
and Isadora made sure to put in their two cents, offering that maybe she was
being prideful or maybe she was still harboring anger towards him for the
mistake he made. But deep down Riley had her own inkling of what it could be.
Plain and simple? She missed him. Missing him meant she was vulnerable, and the
last thing she wanted was to open herself up once more, let him in again just
to have her heart shattered into a million little jagged pieces.
She sighs as she flops down onto the grass, squinting up at
the sky, watching birds above her fly back and forth without a care in the
world. She envied that.
The smallest of the birds spiraled over her before
disappearing into a tree. “Show off.” She mumbles under her breath.
352. “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care, shut up.”
385. “You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.”
396. “Come here.” “Why?” “Just come here.” “No, you’re gonna hit me.”
407. “You’re smarter than you look.”
“Hey Derek,” Stiles whispered, failing to be quiet. When Derek ignored him, he tried again. “Derek.”
“Shut up.” Derek snapped, turning away from his conversation about how they were going to take Peter down, again.
“I didn’t say anything.” Stiles lied with an innocent smile on his face. Derek and everyone else knew that Stiles was lying, but Derek chose to ignore this.
“I don’t care, shut up.” Derek replied impatiently and he turned back to his conversation with Scott, Lydia, Liam, and Malia. Stiles scoffed and then turned his attention to you. You were stood against the wall with your arms crossed against your chest, listening to the conversation that your brother was having with some of the pack.
“What?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. This Stiles kid really pissed you off. You’ve met him four times, and from the stories that your brother has told you, you don’t want to know him.
“Nothing. You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.” Stiles smirked.
“You don’t even know me.” You replied, slight pissed off that he would say something like that when he didn’t know you any better than you knew him. All you knew was that his first name was Stiles, that his dad was the sheriff, and that his was a massive pain in the ass.
“I don’t need to,” He said matter-of-factly. “I just need to look at you.” You looked at him in disbelief, shocked that he would say that to someone he doesn’t know.
“Come here.” You growled, obviously annoyed. Growing up a wolf with anger issues was hard. Stiles’ smug look was replaced by surprise, and if it was possible, he paled even more than what he was normally.
“Why?” He gulped. It was your turn to look smug.
“Just come here.” You repeated, unaware that Derek and the others had stopped talking to listen to you and Stiles.
“No, you’re gonna hit me.”
You smiled, “You’re smarter than you look.” You pushed yourself off the wall and walked after Stiles, who had taken up hiding behind your brother.
“Stiles, what are you doing?” Derek questioned, trying to pull Stiles from the back of his top.
“She’s gonna hit me.” Stiles replied.
“Well you did wind her up,” Derek chuckled. “And if she doesn’t hit you, I will.” Stiles let go of Derek’s top and ran behind Scott.
“Scott, can we go? I made both of the Hales’ mad.”
Description: You’re casually strolling around your local dog park. Nothing unusual. That is until you get made into the biggest fool alive. Oh yeah and its in front of the most attractive boy you’ve ever met. Great.
Warning: Adorable puppies and the misuse of commas in about every other sentence. Good luck.
The slight breeze brushed against the red, orange and yellow leaves that kissed the clean blue sky. Surrounding birds were gaily tweeting their special songs, nestled between branches. My black lab, Grizzly, and I were exploring the dog park I always said I would go to but never had the time to visit. School had given me the wonderful temporary release from my daily confinement called Christmas break.
Grizz was crazy excited, running around in the new expanse and sniffing everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) in sight. One earbud in my ear was singing the new song by my favorite artist that I’ve been DYING to hear. No seriously. I was almost in a car crash because of my ranting to my amused but slightly scared friend about its release. Skipping with the beat, it was unfortunate I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. A tennis ball soared through the air and came into contact with my head. Considerably dismantled, I didn’t notice the gnarly branch peeking out of the ground waiting for its next unsuspecting victim (the first being the adorably clumsy human you’re about to meet).
“Oh my gosh! I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t see you!”
The most gorgeous (British) voice traveled through the air meeting my delighted ears. Graceful footsteps sounded across the grassy terrain stopping near where I sat.
“Here, let me help you.” An elegant pale hand reached down to aid me.
“Oh, thanks. It’s really alright. That happens a lot more than it should.” It was completely embarrassing to have fallen in front of a complete stranger. I couldn’t quite get the courage to look up at him yet.
“So idiot blokes like me hit you with tennis balls making you fall over branches in a dog park often? You must be quite special.”
Oh gosh. He’s laughing. Can this get any more embarrassing? Is it possible to spontaneously combust from embarrassment? If it is, let it happen.
I slowly look up at him and am completely taken aback. There are no words. What are words? HOW DO YOU ENGLISH? OH NO HE’S TALKING TO ME!! BRAIN!! WORK!!
“Uh, I-I-I’m Tom. Again, terribly sorry. I was just playing with my dog.”
“I-it’s really fine. My name is (y/n). I’m here with my dog, too. Uh, I mean, obviously. Its a dog park. Its not like I’m here to kidnap dogs or anything. Oh gosh, that probably sounded terrible. I have a dog. I love dogs….heh.”
“You’re completely fine, though? Nothing got hurt when you fell?” he seemed genuinely concerned. Cute.
“Only my ego. I guess there wasn’t much of it there anyways.” Then he laughed. Did he think I was funny..?
“Hah! That’s hilarious! (phew) What breed is your dog?” “Grizzly is a black lab.” “Oh cute. Little Tessa is an American Staffordshire Terrier.”
It was as if they knew we were talking about them when our two bounding dogs barked their way over to their owners.
“Hey buddy! Did you make a new friend? Oh really? Isn’t that fun? Yeah you were a good boy weren’t you? Good dog.”
Reaching down to pet Tessa, Tom watched as I completely dropped any nervousness I previously had. Looking up, I noticed him staring.
“Oh sorry. I’m a bit puppy crazy..” “Not don’t apologize.. do you want to meet Tess?” “Um.. of course!”
“Okay okay. Ha! You really love pups, don’t you? Tessa. Meet (y/n). She’s my new friend.”
Tessa inched over to sniff my hand and immediately started nuzzling it. She flopped onto her back, begging for a scratch.
“Aww! Hey baby girl! Aren’t you adorable!”
While I played with Tessa, Grizzly leaped over to Tom. Shying away from his hand, Grizz seemed to be playing a game with the brit, letting him get close but not quite touching. Tom seemed a bit disappointed.
“It’s ok. He does that with everyone he likes.” “He likes me?” “Definitely.”
Feeling better, Tom and Grizzly started to chase each other around the field. After playing with the puppies for a while, it was time to head home.
“I better get going. The fam might worry..” “Oh yeah of course… it was great to meet you and Grizz.” “Likewise.”
Calling Grizz and making our way out, I took a last glance at our new friends and left the park.
(Jk its not over XD)
“What’s up, Tom?” “ I really liked spending time with you and Tessa seems to really like you too and you’re really cool and I think you’re really pretty and.. and..” “Tom?”
He sighed. “Yeah?”
“Do you want my number?” I tried to stifle my laugh as he let out the most relieved sigh.
“Yes.” I hand him folded piece of paper. “I figured.”
I then left feeling confident and proud of myself with the way I left things. I felt pretty cool.. you know until I tripped walking down the street. I really hope he didn’t see that. I look back and see him laughing and waving.
prompt: bughead AU (inspired by the Betty/Jughead insta profiles) where Betty meets Jughead in New York and they start up a romance. Betty's been updating her instagram detailing their time together and back in riverdale Kevin & Veronica swoon over their pics (while also stalking Jughead's profile to learn more about him)
A/N: requested by the creative @jeemyjamz!! I had so much fun making this, even though it was proven a bit difficult. I hope you guys are happy with the results!
“..Okay, Betty. You’ll be fine, it’s only the first job you’ll have on your resume. One that defines your work ethic, and all jobs after will reference this one, and-” Betty said, speaking to herself, as she walked into the newsroom that she was now a part of. The newsroom echoed with keyboard clicks, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room.
She felt a bit flustered watching everyone, and didn’t know where to go. “Lost?” a guy about her age asked, furrowing his eyebrows. “Yeah, how’d you know?” She asked, a nervous expression written on her face. He chuckled, Why was he laughing?,she thought.
“Your expression is giving me the impression that you were, you looked like you were going to faint.” He replied, rubbing the back of his head.
“Where are my manners? I’m Betty Cooper, it’s nice to meet you” She smiled, trying to make a good impression. Her mother’s words echoing through her head, First impressions are everything, Betty.
“I’m Forsythe Jones, but everyone calls me Jughead” He spoke, smiling shyly. Her name finally registering in his brain, and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “..Is Betty short for Elizabeth?” Jughead continued.
She nodded her head, and he cheered “We’re cubicle mates. Well, more like cubicle neighbors, but it’s the same principle.”
“You seem so excited, why’s that?” Betty questioned, walking with Jughead towards their corridor. She watched as his lips formed into a nervous smile, as he sat down in his swivel chair.
“Everyone in this office sorta sucks, they’re all worn out, but I have a good feeling about you Cooper.” He said doing finger guns, swirling back towards his laptop.
Betty knew that her job here was never going to be boring, now that she knew Jughead.
A couple of weeks have passed, and Betty and Jughead were practically attached by the hip. Their jobs were so similar they had to work with each other all of the time, they spent lunch breaks, and weekends together. Neither of them minded because just as Jughead stated, Everyone in that office did suck, or at least according to Betty. Lately, things had been weird between them because they had kissed, and nobody wanted to address it.
It was a cool, spring night in NYC, and Betty was up early facetiming her two best friends who still live in her hometown. Their social medias were filled with candid pictures of each other, so naturally Betty’s new romance is the item of conversation,.
“…And then he just kissed you? But did you like it?? That’s the real question, B” her best friend Veronica questioned, raising her eyebrows.
The doorbell rung, but who could it be this late at night? She looked through the small peephole in her front door, and started freaking out. “Guys, it’s Juggie, what should I do?” She whispered, running towards the laptop.
“Make yourself hot!” the duo in the screen whispered back, “Just leave us here, we won’t do anything!”,Kevin whispered. Betty threw on some lipgloss, shaking out her hair, putting on cuter pajamas. The doorbell rang again, and she opened the door trying to look as effortless as possible.
“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.” Jughead smirked, quoting Romeo and Juliet, a movie that they’ve watched on several occasions.
“Ay me!” Betty said, continuing their Shakespearian banter, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Jughead walked into her apartment, staring at her with a loving gaze. Betty began to look increasingly frustrated, Jughead thought it was cute, but he was concerned.
“What’s the matter, Bets?” Jughead asked, looking at the blonde who was ready to explode.
Betty exhaled before yelling at Jughead,“You’re the matter, Jug! We haven’t talked after that kiss, and I was convinced that you didn’t like me back. But you keep staring at me like that, and I can’t-”
Jughead interrupted Betty in the middle of her soliloquy, making Betty sigh in frustration. “What?” She replied, with an annoyed expression.
Jughead grabbed the sides of her face, kissing her passionately. Everything fell silent, and the two were there for a minute or so, finally separating with unshakeable smiles on their faces.
“Betty, I like you, only you. I came over here because I realized how much of a dick I was being, and I was hoping you would forgive me. I needed to figure out how I felt. Would you, Elizabeth Cooper, do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” Jughead asked nervously, looking down at the ground.
“Yes!” Betty replied, engulfing Jughead in an embrace.
Kevin and Veronica were cheering on their side of the screen, Betty completely forgetting they were there. “Damn Betty!” Kevin cheered, earning a high five from Veronica.
Betty facepalmed watching her boyfriend walk over to the screen, “Are these the famous Kevin and Veronica?” He questioned, “How’d you know?” Veronica retorted.
“I might have talked his ear off about you guys, and shown him about a million photos.” Betty confessed, laughing.
“We like this one” The duo in the the laptop chimed, smiles on their faces.
“I like him too” Betty said, earning a smile from Jughead.
First off, let me say your work amazes me. I'm particular grateful for the makeup info as I have very similar coloring to Cait and it's tricky to get a natural look without looking like Dracula has had his way with me. The Tom Ford sunglasses Cait is wearing in the latest pic look very similar to a pair I have seen Sam wear. I'd have to think about which pic, but I'm sure he has a very similar pair. What do you think?
Oh I’m really not sure love, you’d have to find the picture of Sam and send it to me so I can have a lookie loo. And thank you so much for the sweet words, I’m very grateful her makeup artist replies and posts as much info as possible on Cait’s looks the morning after an event. I’m a redhead so I too have very pale skin and totally understand not wanting to look like one of the murder victims on CSI. I find blusher to be my best friend on that regard, so many people are terrified of it, meanwhile I’m like more more, I need to look remotely alive! Though I have yet to find a concealer for my under eyes that is lighter than my foundation. Even the 01 Ivory’s look terribly orange on me.
You and John had pulled out the picnic lunch by the time Sherlock returned. If possible, he looked even more out of place than before.
“You don’t get much sun, do you?” you asked, looking at the long, pale legs sticking out of the checked swim trunks.
“I live in England. What do you think?”
After lunch (and the appropriate amount of digestion time), you stood and headed for the water. John followed you, but Sherlock remained under the umbrella.
“Does he not know how to swim?” you asked as you stepped into the water.
“He does,” John answered. “I think he just feels… odd.”
“He doesn’t like the swim trunks, does he?”
“I doubt it.”
You shrugged. “It could be a lot worse. I could’ve gotten him a speedo.”
You and John bobbed about in the ocean for a while, Sherlock watching from the umbrella. Finally, you stepped out of the water, heading for him.
“Come on, Mr. Vampire. There’s no point in coming to the beach if you’re not going to enjoy the sun.”
“This sun is too bright. Skin damage is likely.”
You pulled a tube of sunscreen out of your bag and slathered it on Sherlock’s face and arms. “You keeping your shirt on?”
“I would prefer it.”
“Great.” You tossed the tube back into the bag and grabbed Sherlock’s hand. “Let’s go!”
You ran into the water, pulling Sherlock behind you. You felt his grip tighten when he got in the waves, the cold shocking him. You continued pulling him until he was about stomach-deep.
“See?” you said, letting go of his hand. “It’s not so bad.”
Sherlock’s lips were pressed tightly. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, you could tell he was glaring at you.
You turned to John. “On a scale from one to ten, how mad do you think–”
Your words were cut short as a wave of water splashed into the back of your head. But it wasn’t a naturally occurring wave.
Turning, you saw the slightest hint of a smile on the detective’s face.
“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, Sherlock.”
You cupped your hands and pushed them forward, splashing the detective in the face. This, of course, started an all-out war between the two of you. John tried to remain neutral, but eventually, you and Sherlock joined forces, drenching the poor doctor.
The three of you sat on your towels, watching the sun set over the water. You’d changed into dry clothes (Sherlock being back in long sleeves) and had picked up some ice cream from the vendor on the pier.
“So, what’d you think of your first beach trip?” you asked the Brits.
“Too bright,” Sherlock said.
You rolled your eyes. “Get used to it, Sherlock. I fully plan on making you experience the ‘American sun’ at least once a year.”
“You mean you plan on returning here? With us?”
You shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be here. It could be East coast, West coast, Midwest, Great Lakes, the Plains… anywhere.”
“The beach is nice,” John said. “But I would like to see the mountains some day.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” you said, crunching on the last of your ice cream cone.
You had seen many looks on Draco’s face before, but this one topped them all. It was a near perfect combination of outrage and shock.
He stood up from the bench so fast that if you’d have blinked, you would have missed it. He grabbed your wrist and strode out of the Great Hall, ignoring the confused calls and whoops coming from his fellow classmates in all four Houses.
When you reached the double doors, Draco pulled you through and shoved you roughly. Your back hit the adjacent wall and knocked all the breath from your lungs.
“Ow! Draco, what the hell?”
His hands rested on the wall either side of your head and he leant in, his voice no more than a low hiss.
“You just exposed us in front of everybody.”
You shrugged, feeling boxed in, something you hated.You told Draco as such and he moved a few paces backwards, giving you the physical space you needed.
“So? What’s the problem? People would find out sooner or later. I didn’t mean to expose us. It was an accident.”
“’So?’ Y/N, are you barking mad? You know why! If my father finds out about us, he’ll…” He scoffed. “You’d just better hope that he doesn’t catch wind of this.”
“Why? What will he do? I’m not afraid of him, Draco, and you shouldn’t be either.”
It was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Draco’s already pale complexion went whiter if such a thing was possible.
“Don’t speak of things you don’t know,” He hissed, seeming desperate. Just as quickly as he angered, he calmed down. “Y/N. Look, just… be careful.”
There was something about Draco that was different, something you couldn’t put your finger on. It felt wrong… scared almost. What it was, you couldn’t say, but you felt as though he knew more than you did and that your best bet was to listen to him.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I - I wasn’t thinking. Forgive me. Again.”
He sighed and ran his hands through his slicked-back hair. He nodded, then, and pulled you into a hug, holding you so tightly that your breathing was almost constricted.
“I’m sorry too, Y/N, but please just be careful. I can’t tell you why, but I need you to understand and to listen.”
Draco buried his nose in the crook of your neck, and there the two of you stayed until you heard people begin to go to morning classes.
Surprise! Needing to distract myself from media reports, so….unbetaed, as usual. Working on Demelza’s reaction section next. Enjoy!
Silence. It was a silence so immense it seemed to take on form and mass in the air between them. It only served to make the crashing of his pulse harsh and discordant against his ear drums. Say something! Ross thought to himself, stiffening his muscles to keep from shaking. Please, darling, be it yes or no, just don’t leave me in this silence.
His first thoughts of proposing had stirred into being as he’d woken to find her sleeping next to him. It was the moment of realisation that he wanted to go on waking up next to this woman for the rest of his life; to see her in every stage of life and emotion until he closed his eyes for the last time. That had been the real reason for slipping his phone from the nightstand to take the photo: to remember when he first began to think of the prospect of marrying her.
He’d only considered marrying one other time and had been more disciplined around the asking. Six months of careful contemplation before executing a well-planned, now – in hindsight – rather boring scenario for accomplishing the deed. Look how that had turned out. Even this time, with this beautiful, fiery woman in front of him, he’d thought of a candlelit dinner, sometime weeks from now: when they’d returned from Ireland, their relationship well established, when he’d been more assured of her acceptance. But less than twenty-four hours after making love for the very first time? Standing by a river near Ballynahich Castle, where a fine mist now fell upon their heads, sparkling off of her long, russet lashes as she stared, incredulously, into his eyes. Of course, it had to be now! Well played, mate, he thought to himself. “Rash” or “impulsive” should have been your middle name, not Vennor, you imbecile.
“What did you say?”
Her words, barely audible yet jarring enough to rattle him out of his thoughts, caused him to blink hard to bring her shocked, pale face into focus. “I-I asked if you would marry me.” Her mouth opened and closed with shock, like a beautiful, shimmering goldfish in a bowl. Don’t you ever tell her that, idiot. “It’s something I’ve been thinking of since I took the picture of you sleeping.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I love you, Dee, more than I thought possible. I never wish to be apart from you, ever again. Please, say yes.”
"Is He Really So Bad After All?" A KhanxReader fluff/smut
I want to offer my greatest thanks to the gents and lady that helped me gather ideas for the fic. It’s taken a long time but it’s here! Thank you neb-is-here, snaveissexy, Mot, and the girl I want to dedicate this to for a quick recovery and many well wishes, I hope you feel better soon Agnes onebuttscratcher. We love you!
It always seemed like a dream to work on the U.S.S Enterprise under the command of Captain Kirk, that was until you got the position and left on a five year mission to explore the galaxy. Always a shy and timid girl you were an easy target for bullies, you would think adults wouldn’t be so rude and impolite but a number of your co-workers onboard were like 10 year olds. Immature and rude, always shoving you around and bullying you.
“Prisoner to cell one…” A group of officers surrounded a tall man with black hair as they escorted him to a cell. The man’s name was Khan, currently the most feared man in the galaxy, super smart and very powerful. You worked on the culinary team and your duty was to feed the prisoners so you would have the chance to meet this mysterious man soon enough.
“(Y/N), take this to the prisoner in cell one.” Your head officer said in a disgusted tone, she was always such a snobby bitch, talking behind your back and sucking her teeth whenever you entered the room. You were generally hated among your co-workers and found something oddly nice about getting to visit the prisoners.
“Yes ma'am.” Picking up the tray right away and heading to the cells to deliver the food for the evening. Just a short walk later you had arrived to Khan’s cell and entered the glass enclosure and sat the food on a bench by the door. “Hello.” You said in your usual soft tone, Khan just stared at you through narrowed eyes. “Right then…um…your food for the evening sir. I’ll return to pick the tray up soon.” Turning to leave quickly you hung your head and retreated quickly.
Returning in an hour to pick up the tray from his cell you were hit on the shoulder intentionally by a passing co-worker and knocked you to the side, Khan saw the display and he looked like he could kill any moment. You wiped your eyes quickly to hide your tears but Khan could see as you stepped into the cell.
“You should have pushed back.” He said, startling you and making you look to him quickly. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and commanded your full attention.
“I’m sorry?” You asked, confused about why he would care.
“You should have pushed back, you shouldn’t have let her do that.” Khan said.
“That’s nothing,” You brushed him off and turned to leave after picking up the tray. “I’ve had worse done before.” Speaking just above a whisper so he wouldn’t hear that. Tears fell again as you stepped out and headed back to the kitchen and then to your room to cry yourself to sleep like you did most nights.
It had been a week with Khan on board, same routine daily, bringing him three meals a day. The seventh day as you brought his dinner to his cell, a co-worker shoved you as they walked by, dropping the tray from your hands and hitting your head on a column. You bent down to pick up the containers of food that had scattered on the floor, tears dripping from your cheeks. Blood dripped from a little cut on your forehead as you stepped into the cell.
“I’ll bring you some more food.” You tried stopping your tears but they continued to fall so you wouldn’t look at Khan in the eyes.
“You should have killed her.” Khan said quietly to you.
“Oh I would never do that!” You gasped and shook your head, you never even harmed a bug.
“You’re too weak. Why are you even here I do not understand.” Khan pressed on trying to get you to answer him, to stand up and get angry. “Why do you care about me?” Urging you more and more until you broke down and cried, you rushed out feeling embarrassed and humiliated. Khan looked to you as you rushed out and out of view.
“Permission to come on deck sir.” You said through your tears that had slowed a bit now.
“Permission granted Officer (Y/L/N).” Captain Kirk turned in his chair to look at you, his brows furrowed and he stood up as you walked towards him, shoulders jerking from sudden intakes of air. “What’s wrong?” Kirk asked, his voice full of concern.
“I’d like to request a transfer to a different department please sir. I’ll go anywhere, just please don’t send me back to the cells again.” You begged him while staring into his bright blue eyes.
“You’ll be my assistant, Officer. Report in the morning.” Kirk said and you were dismissed to your room.
The following day you reported to the bridge to start your work as the Captain’s assistant. Below in the cell where Khan was being kept a new girl showed up with his meals.
“Where is she?” He asked calmly at first.
“Who?” the new girl, Tina asked.
“You know who, the quiet girl that has been attending to me since my arrival. Where. Is. She?” Khan grew angrier.
“She requested to be reassigned.” Tina scoffed and left the cell. Khan was steaming mad now and slammed his fist to the glass in frustration.
Weeks went by and you managed to avoid having to visit the cells and kept busy with Kirk, but the bullying continued, you developed bruises and little abrasions.
“I’d like you to come with me to Khan’s cell, I need to talk to him and I need you to take notes.” You panicked and bit your lip, it had been weeks since you had seen Khan and you were nervous about what he would say.
Stepping into Khan’s cell you avoided his stare by looking down to your tablet. You could feel his intense gaze upon you, it made your shiver slightly. He studied you, studied your bruises and your cuts. Looking to Kirk now he grew angry, infuriated to see you still being bullied. His fist clinched up and lunged to Kirk, pinning him to the wall, his hands firmly around Kirk’s neck.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER??” Gritting his teeth. The color was draining out of Kirk’s face, he was pale then bluish.
“STOP!! STOP IT NOW!!” You screamed and pushed Khan with a force you didn’t know you had in you. Kirk fell to the floor gasping for breaths and you fell to the floor beside him, Khan smiled in satisfaction. He reached for Kirk once again but you slapped his hand hard. “DON’T YOU DARE!!” Khan tilted his head, smirking. Getting up on your feet once again you pushed Khan to the wall, pinning him now. You hit and you punched, slapped and kicked Khan as hard as you could, anger course through you and power surged from you. “You bastard!!! YOU ARE A MURDERER!” You punched him again and again, tears streaming down your face. His strong hands grabbed you by the arms to stop your assault on him.
“Come now…” khan growled with satisfaction, such anger, finally standing up and showing your strength. “You can punch me over and over again till your arm weakens.” His deep voice snapped you out of your current state. He released you and you helped Kirk to his feet and carried him out of the cell and to the infirmary for treatment. Within the next few weeks you changed, now hating the man you once felt sorry for, you couldn’t look to Khan as you passed by his cell, his eyes following you each time. He stopped eating, he grew weak and stopped getting up. It ate at your heart to see him like this, getting weaker and weaker each passing day. The once great Khan was now thin and if possible, more pale than you’ve ever seen him before.
“Compassion is a weakness. Caring is a weakness” you kept telling yourself. Khan grew weaker every day, you realized this and finally gave in and visited him “I won’t be soft” you thought to yourself as you walked in leaning against the wall.
Khan’s eyes were heavy as he looked up to see you, he smirked but weakly “Have you come here to mock me?” he sat against the opposite wall. Sighing you walked towards him and sat next to him on the floor. How could you possibly feel something for such a man, he harmed people, took innocent lives, yet you knew what he was doing he thought was right.
“You’re weak, you need to eat.” You pulled a mars bar from your pocket and unwrapped it before handing it to him. Khan looked to you, puzzled why you would want him to gain strength again.
“You are still too kind” he said.
“Yeah, but you still need to eat and gain your strength back so I can kick your ass again” It was tough not to chuckle. Holding the bar up to his lips “tsk.. Khan, eat up please.” He took the bar, eyeing you wearily but took a bite. “As long as you promise to eat and gain your strength, I’ll come back daily to visit with you and give you food you care for. Yeah?” You said. Khan chuckled deeply and nodded his head.
You came daily just like promised and brought him food, tons of pudding and Kool Aid to please him. One day you brought him a cupcake because he was doing so much better and he’s been so nice to you. Khan was the only one to show you compassion and understanding. He began to smile a little more with each visit, today he showed the brightest one yet. Khan took the knife that was on the tray with his dinner and cut the cupcake in half.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you chuckled. Khan handed you a half, he never shares anything, why would he start now. You stared at him for a moment but took the cupcake and smiled, placing it into your mouth and savoring the flavor, you took slow bites and Khan stared at your beautiful lips. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked to him and blushed just a bit, he didn’t turn his head to hide it, no, he looked on, studying your face and it’s features. Kahn leans to you slowly he closed his eyes and you closed yours, his soft lips press to yours. The kiss is kind and gentle, soft and tender. Khan’s hand slowly rises to cup your cheek. You relax a bit more into the kiss and lean into his touch. Your hand found its way to Khan’s and you covered his. How could such a man have such emotion. The kiss ended but you both remained close, foreheads close to touching, eyes still closed and his hand still on your cheek with yours over it. Biting your lip softly as you savored the last remaining feeling of his lips on yours. When you both leaned back you opened your eyes and looked into each others, Khan had never smiled so wide. He felt a warmth in his heart that he had never felt before, it was an odd but pleasant and welcoming feeling. He felt safe with you and you him. You smiled. Those lips that curved at either end, almost a soft laugh inside almost a blush that Khan had been watching you. No one had taken much notice of you before in your life. You felt excited but mixture of uneasiness almost shaky inside your body and unsure what may happen next. “Was this too quick?” You thought to yourself. “No, not quick enough.” Correcting yourself. You knew this was right, it was amazing too.
The days went by, every chance you got you headed to see Khan. He grew stronger and stronger still, looking healthier each day. Feelings between you both grew stronger too, little cuddles here, late night kisses there. This glass box would never do for what you had in mind.
“Hey” you spoke softly one night as you walked into his cell, all was quiet on the enterprise tonight. It was nearly midnight and everyone was in their rooms or at their stations. You took a seat by Khan on the bench against the wall and he wrapped an arm around you, you rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent.
“Thank you” He said in his deep voice.
“What for, silly?” You chuckled.
“For this. These feelings I never knew exsisted. For the time you spend here with me and the risk you take to see me late at night.” Khan showed a moment of his softer side that you only have seen before, it’s never been shown to anyone other than his family before they were captured all those years ago. “You’re amazing (Y/N), please don’t ever forget that.”
“You’re amazing too, Khan.” you looked up and kissed his jaw and nibbled at his earlobe. “You’re incredibly hot too” You whispered in his ear. Khan kissed your temple softly and smiled against your skin.
A few more weeks of quiet late night cuddles and feelings grew for you. Khans hands ran over your body as you shared cute make out sessions, his hand rubbed circles in your back after a hard day. He vowed to protect you from the co-workers that had harmed you in the past but you made him promise no violence. Honestly, this Khan was completely different than the one that came onboard the Enterprise two months ago.
“Dance with me…” Khan stood up and took your hand to pull you up and into his arms.
“Khan? What are we doing?” You looked into his eyes.
“Shh…” Khan pressed your head to his chest and swayed you side to side. He hummed the loveliest tune as he moved with you. Hearing his heartbeat…thump thump…thump thump. It was beautiful in itself and so calming.
You pulled away and looked up to him then out to the glass quickly.
“Come with me…” You looked out into the empty room that held the cells to make sure no one was around.
“Where are we going?” Khan asked.
“Shh. Follow me.” You took him by the hand and pulled him out of the cell. You looked quickly before running down the hall with him following you closely. You both rushed through the corridors to you room, quickly opening the door and pulling him inside you shut the door behind you and locked it. Khan smirked knowingly, he knew you had felt urges for him for quite sometime now and he had for you also.
“(Y/N), are you sure?” Khan asked, his voice growing deeper with his arousal. You pulled him down to you to press your lips to his. Your hands pulled him closer, Khans hand wrapped around your back, holding you tighter. His kisses were urgent, desperate. His kisses fell to your jaw then to your neck, finding that one sweet spot right below your ear.
“Mmmm.” You moaned slightly, his hands running over your curves slowly. He backs you up to your bed and lays you down slowly. His strong arms made you feel secure, the apprehension of your first time melting away. Khan ran his hand up your thigh, pushing the hem of your blue dress up to your hip and exposing your black panties. His long fingers trace over the edge of them, the pads of them brush your skin lightly and send shivers up your back. His beautiful lips still pepper kisses along your jaw and down to your collar bone making you nearly want to beg for his touch. Breathing gets harder when his fingers slip between your legs and tease you. Your eyes flutter close and you release a long breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Khan…” You breathed as he pulled your panties to the side and ran a finger from your entrance up to your clit. He stood up and took his shirt off followed by his boots. You sat up and removed your dress and black shirt that was required to be worn underneath it off and tossed it to the floor. Khan removed your boots and sat them by the bed before getting on the bed beside you. His hand caressed your cheek softly as he looking into your eyes.
“You are so beautiful.” His eyes went to your lips and he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips, his kisses were so soft and sweet, he’d kiss at your top lip and nip at your bottom lip. Khan slid his hand around to unhook your bra, he slid it off slowly and tossed it to the end of the bed. He looked to your breast before looking back up to your eyes. His hand slid over your breast slowly, gentle like his kisses. He moved lower with his kisses and he placed them around your breast. His thumb slipped over your hardened nipple and down your side to your hips, giving a small squeeze making you moan. Khan slipped his hand down your panties and to your sexual center, rubbing small circles over your clit that cause you to spread your legs a little further. Khan slowly slid your panties down once he stopped rubbing and tossed them to the floor. You were nude and completely vulnerable now but Khan had a way to make you feel safe. You tried to cover up with your arms but Khan smirked. “Now…darling, you have nothing to hide. You’re glorious.” He purred into your ear and removed your arms from there positions. The look in his eyes were mesmerizing and beautiful, they calmed you yet made you want so much more. Fed up with the wait you found your strength again and rolled khan to the bed now you straddled him. A chuckle came from deep within him. “Darling, patience.” He smirked.
You moved your hands over his chest and abs up and to his shoulders then over his strong arms. You unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants. Your hand went to his underwear and you touched his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around gently and stroking just a few times.
“You are a big boy arent you? Let me just see if this…oohh…this is big…shhh… I’ll be nice” your smiled grew into a slight smirk as you saw the pleasure on his face and the soft groans that he released. You pulled his pants off and let them fall to the floor. You grasped his cock once more and with your other hand you massaged his testicles gently, a growl came from Khans chest. Khan had now had enough of your teases and pinned you back to the bed. His hands nudged your legs apart gently and he positioned himself between them. Khans hands ran back up your side, over your breast and back to your cheek. His mysterious eyes flicked between yours, studying the beautiful creature he had in his arms. One more kiss on the lips and he slipped himself into your entrance and you gasped from his size.
“Fuck…” You moaned and closed your eyes. Khans hand rested by your head, supporting him, the other found it’s way to your cheek once again and his thumb gently caressed your cheek.
“Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded. “Please open your eyes.” He begged and you opened them slowly to see him as he started to move gently over you, thrusting himself into you. Pants and moans filled the space between you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms grabbed his shoulders, afraid you might float off from the pleasure you were feeling currently. His thrust got faster and deeper, he hit that spot just right each time, with every thrust you gasped and shuttered with an amazing ecstasy. A wonderful feeling grew in your stomach and you pressed your head back to the bed and arched your back, heels dug into Khans thighs and your nails into his shoulders. Khan growled with the pain and the pleasure.
“Khannn….” You nearly screamed.
“(Y/N)…” He groaned and grew closer to his release also.
“Fuck!!!” You screamed as you released around Khan.
“Oh!!! God!!!” Khan screamed and thrust deep into you once more as he released then collapsed to your side, he held you close and stroked your hair gently as you both breathed. He moved from you and you locked legs with his, relishing in his warm embrace, this was love.
“Amazing.” You breathed once you caught enough breath to say anything.
Rise in the darkness
Prompto Rated ...eh?
(Authors note: I seriously have no idea where I’m going with this. I have no idea what rating it will eventually receive. I’ll change things as it progresses if things go in a different direction.)
the lights of Hammerhead and sighed a soft breath of relief. His tired feet
renewed their ache as if in response to the idea of sitting for a while and
getting some decent sleep; not to mention food. Good not campfire burned food
that he’d prepared himself.
I’m certainly no Iggy. Prompto thought to himself as he
trudged onward through the dark, only the flashlight attached to his flak vest
to light his way; It bounced slightly
creating a bit of a dizzying effect to his already tired and scratchy eyes.
Thoughts of sitting in Takkas and eating Ignis’ cooking distracted him from his
That was when he heard the
ever-familiar sound of goblins chittering from a rock hanging over head.
Without pause he drew his magnum and rolled his back against a large rock. He
steadied his breathing, focused on the noises around him and prepared for the
yourself together, dude. You are in the homestretch and awesome food is just a
few hundred feet away. Just gotta get through these little freaks first.
Spurred on by that he launched out
of hiding and opened fire. Hitting three of the seven that were scattering to
flee. One carried what looked like a broken stick and screeched as it was hit
with a glancing shot. It threw the stick at prompto and limped off into the
darkness. The remainder rushed at him,
their screams and chitters grating on his tired ears. Glancing only briefly he
realized the broken stick was in fact a arm that had been sheered off from a
Feet dancing backwards, he fired
three more shots, taking one down and disabling another. He fired again only to
hear the click of an empty chamber. He shot again just in case, only to hear
another click. Shit, I miscalculated how many I had left. Son of a bitch.
Prompto felt a sharp pain in his leg
and looked down to see one of the little fiends trying to chew and claw its way
into his skin. Yelping he slammed the butt of the gun down on the creatures
head and kicked violently out to detach it. All the while trying to reach for
his secondary weapon, his hunting knife. Fingers fumbling he finally reached it
and jammed the blade into the daemons neck. It screamed and then flopped bonelessly
as it died.
Kicking aside the corpse as it
started to melt away he checked himself over quickly, reloaded his weapon and
scrambled to his feet. Panting, Prompto realized he was just scant feet from
the light that drove the daemons away. Civilians stood outside and watched in
worry inside the enclosure that kept the daemons out. A few Hunters were making
their way towards him, one offering a hand to help him up.
“you okay, kid?” One grizzled Hunter
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” Promptos
voice cracked, causing him to wince. When was the last time he’d actually
spoken to a live person? He shook off the thought and gave a crooked smile.
“All good in the hood as they say.”
The man laughed and slapped the
younger mans back. “We were just on our way out to handle those little shits
when you stumbled on them. We figured you were a hunter when we heard the gun
fire. Those sonsa bitches got one of the citizens earlier and we were heading
out to clear ‘em up. Didn’t happen to see a Red out there, did you?”
Prompto shook his head as he and the
man walked into the light of Hammerhead. “No sir, no Reds out there. I think
they’re figuring out that coming around here is a bad idea. Just the Goblins, a
Ronin and a couple of those damn Necros.”
The man chuckled and nodded as they
proceeded through the gates. “well kid, glad you made it back in one piece.”
too, Prompto nodded back and then parted ways. He gave a few waves and nods
to those who milled about. Stopping to talk to a couple before moving on.
“Well if it ain’t the Princes best
friend!” A familiar voice broke through the din of the garage. Promptos head
whipped up and he found himself smiling at a beautiful if not grease stained
face. “We were startin’ ta wonder when you’d be back.”
“Cindy! You’re a sight for sore
eyes, that’s for sure.” Prompto dropped his pack in a corner, gesturing to her
with the other hand. “Don’t suppose you’re free for dinner?”
“Aw sugar, I’m elbow deep in work.
But rain check?” Cindy gave a wry grin and motioned to the truck that appeared
to be in more pieces than Prompto thought possible for a vehicle to hold.
“Gotta get this thing fixed so it can at least get a shot of getting to
Prompto nodded and just chuckled
tiredly. “raincheck again. This is what, the four hundredth? By the time you
pay up, it’s going to be a flood.”
Cindy winked and tapped his nose
with her grease smeared finger, leaving behind a dark smudge on the mans pale
face. “I promise, Ya can take me ta Gualden Quay someday and treat me t’somethin’ real fancy.”
Prompto waved goodbye and trudged his way to the diner. After all this time it
was just a game for them. He’d ask, she’d decline. He’d say something cheeky,
she’d laugh and do something cute. He knew he never had a hope of gaining her
affection, but that didn’t stop him from trying. She was quite thoroughly
married to her work and he’d seen what she could do when a guy pushed for her
affection too hard. They usually ended up bleeding and limping away much to the
humor of the others. Nobody messed with Cindy, ever.
Wincing at the off tune singing of a
group of people sitting around a barrel that was on fire, he pushed past a
small crowed and made his way into the diner proper.
Takka stood behind the counter as
usual, chatting with some Hunters, his voice quietly explaining the benefits of
beans. In a booth he saw Cid tinkering with someone’s gun and muttering to
himself about needing more parts.
And there was Ignis. The younger man
smiled faintly padding his way to the booth where the man sat and seemed to be
lost in thought. “Hey man, long time no see.”
Ignis lifted his head and gave a
smile and gestured to the seat in front of him. “ And you as well, Prompto. I’m
pleased to see you made it back safely. How did the hunt go? Were you
Prompto nodded then realized that
motion was futile. Ignis’ expression looked benign as Prompto spoke the
affirmative. The other mans darkened lenses helping to protect what little
sight he had left. “Uh, yeah. Got the cactuar needles as well as another load
of some provisions. Picked up some of the seeds you asked for, but I’m not sure
how good they’ll be. You can try and grow’em but they look degraded.”
Ignis held out his hand, Prompto
handing over several small bags filled with seeds of various kinds. “It will
do. I’m sure we can find a way to purify these and grow them. The greenhouse is
running just fine, it’s a matter of having the proper soil. I don’t suppose you
Prompto grunted and rubbed his face. “Yeah, in the bag with
the seeds, Iggy. I know the routine now.”
the bags aside and frowned. He canted his head to one side and spoke softly.
“Rough time out there, Prompto?”
Prompto didn’t say anything for some
time. When he spoke his tone was heavy and quiet. “Couldn’t get to ‘em Iggy. We
tried. Tried like hell. But the daemons… there were just too many. Kevis went down first. Then Boggs. When I got
there, the majority of the party was dead and the people we were sent to
rescue… well, they were dead too. So I took out as many as I could and ran like
He could still hear the screams of
those being killed even a week later. He could see the daemons feasting on
human flesh, tossing parts in the air and creating a gory mess. He’d seen his share of slaughter and it never
got any easier. Even after four long and dark years.
Four years without Noctis. Four
years since the Citadel. Four years since anyone had seen a sunrise or a light
of any kind that wasn’t artificial. Except for the moon. There was always the
moon. But it was never enough. Never enough to see by and certainly never
enough to keep the daemons at bay long enough to get a breath in or a decent
Kids born in the dark listened to
tales of the sun in awe. They were born under the darkness and it was all
they’d ever known. To hear about a light in the sky that was like the moon only
a thousand times more bright stunned them. The tales of being able to go out
and not fear daemons or other terrible fates were fairy tales to the boys and
girls the world over.
Prompto shook himself out of his
reverie and exhaled slowly. “Iggy my man, I am ass beat tired. Takka or you got
anything I can eat without much chewing so I can crawl under a truck and get a
few hours sleep?”
Ignis nodded and got to his feet,
adjusting the dark glasses and turning away. “I think you should stay for a few
days before setting out again. You’re exhausted and you’ve been through a lot.”
Prompto snorted and pulled off his
gloves, tossing them onto the table top. “We’ve all been through a lot. You’re
right about that. But we gotta keep on, keepin’ on.”
Ignis patted Promptos shoulder as he
walked by, nodding. “Indeed. I’ll get you some stew and bread. See you on the
Request: Can you write an imagine where y/n dating Daryl and Negan is your dad, but y/n doesn’t realize until he captures the group. And Negan thought she was dead so he was surprised. (Basically the finale episode). Thank you
Not only was my heart pounding, but so was my head. Today had been an odd sequence of events that I had felt uneasy about, and now I understood why. After the group and I have had multiple strange encounters with other groups telling us to go back, I wished I never came on the mission. The last straw that really got me was finding a walker that was chained and was supposed to represent me, which was alongside other walkers to represent other members of our group. All I wanted was to be back in Alexandria safe and sound, but I knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon. I stayed down on the ground with my knees stuck in the dirt, alongside everyone, except the person I needed; Daryl.
We were on our way to get Maggie help, but I’m not so sure if that was ever going to happen. If this bullshit continued, she could possibly die, all they were doing was wasting time.
I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in Daryl’s arms and to know that I was safe, but I wasn’t exactly sure where he was at the moment.
Suddenly my thoughts were broken when I saw Dwight, the asshole that practically jacked Daryl and I off before. He flung opened the doors of a truck and that’s when I saw Daryl. He came stumbling out and fell to his knees beside me.
He looked absolutely awful, he was sweaty and pale, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. He had a large blanket draped around him and he was holding his shoulder.
“Daryl, what the hell happened to you?” I whispered as I looked over at him.
“Shut the hell up you bitch, nobody told you to speak.” The woman behind me barked and kicked the middle of my back causing me to gasp.
“Don’t you dare touch her again.” Daryl started to say as he was trying to get up.
“Do you want shot again? I would sit the fuck down.” Dwight raised his gun and pointed it at Daryl.
I was about to give a piece of my mind and fist to Dwight and the little bitch that kicked me, but I was rudely interrupted when a trailer door flew opened, and finally the mystery man who we’ve all been waiting for was making his appearance.
It was like a wave of fog came with the man, his face still unclear to me, all I could see was the outline of a man with a bat.
Then it felt like everything had hit me all at once, my stomach dropped when I saw who he was.
My father, a completely changed man, was standing tall in a black leather jacket, ripped up jeans, and boots. His facial hair was fully grown and his hair was more gray then when I last saw him, which was years ago. We had gotten separated about a year into the apocalypse and I’m pretty sure we figured we were both dead by this point.
His eyes were closed and he laughed a laugh I’ve never heard before, it was dark and evil.
“Well well, someone’s about to learn a lesson!” He laughed as his eyes were still closed. He swung his bat around and moved forward. He instantly came to a halt when he saw me on my knees, dirty and afraid.
“Y/N..” He practically whispered my name as his eyes grew wide. The grip on his bat was let go as it fell to the ground.
Everyone in the group was confused as how this man knew me, and it seemed everyone in his group was confused as well. His tough attitude had disappeared as he approached me slowly.
“Is it really you?” He asked as he got closer and extended his hand.
Even though he was my father, I knew he was the leader of this group, and he was responsible for a lot of wrong. I wasn’t ready to give in without questions.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing with all this?” I snapped as I moved away from his reach.
He didn’t respond, he just moved closer again.
“You’re responsible for so much pain and hurt, I can’t even consider you my father at this point.” When those words left my mouth, gasps were heard in every direction.
“Y/N.. baby.. don’t be like this, I thought you were dead, didn’t you miss me at all.” He said coming closer ignoring my harsh words.
“Of course I missed you, but that doesn’t mean you’re exempt from what you’re about to do.” I snapped at him.
“You have nothing to worry about i promise, now come with me.” He said trying to grab me by the arm.
“No, I’m staying.” I firmly held my ground.
“Not with these people, they’re murderers, they’ll corrupt you.” He tried again to lift me, but I wasn’t having it.
“These people are my family now, they took me in, they helped me out.” I argued back. His eyes grew sad and his face fell.
“But I’m your father.”
“You were my father, my father would never be this cruel and cause this much pain.” By this point I was crying because I was so angry and confused.
“I’M ONLY LIKE THIS BECAUSE OF YOU! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO HANDLE THE PAIN OF YOU BEING GONE? YOU WERE ALL I HAD LEFT!” He started screaming and clenched his fists. I understood in a sense where he was coming from about being angry and hurt, but I couldn’t grip just why it was him that turned out like this. He was always so loving and caring and easy.
“Then why do you do what you do?” I almost whispered.
“Because if I can’t be around who I love then why should anyone else?” He fell to his knees and pressed his forehead against mine. His heart was broken and I could feel it.
“But I’m here, and this can stop, you can’t take what you can’t have. You were never that man.” I reassured him.
He just sighed and nodded slowly, he eventually stood up and picked up his bat. He gripped it tight and then dropped it right back to the dirt again. “Burn this.” He whispered and headed back to his trailer with his head down and intentions lost.
We all sat looking at one another, completely dumbfounded, wondering if we were actually off the hook this easy.
Okay hi everyone! I know I’ve been missing or something for awhile, but school kicks my ass and so does everything else. I suck as a writer so sorry I take forever. But don’t forget to like and reblog if you liked the story! Let me know what you thought about it and don’t forget to send in more requests! Love you all!
Wes Weston knew the minute the ghost smiled that he made the wrong choice. All through his life, he knew that when a ghost smiled, it meant bad things were coming. (Except for Fenton, but that was a whole ‘nother can of worms.) Anyway, back to the smiling ghost.
“Don’t you feel powerful, Wes?” it leered, smirking at him. Wes felt a queasy ball settle into his stomach as the ring on his finger started to glow. He stared at it in shock, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Y-yeah…” he whispered, watching green tendrils flare out of the ring, settling around his fist. He smiled, laughing in surprise when it felt like a warm glove, instead of burning. The ghost grinned wider, if that was possible, holding out a small metal crown.
“I have an idea about the gift but I don’t know if you would approve,” said Sirius with a wicked smile on his face.
“What do you got in mind?”
“A small revenge,” he grinned. “One I think all of us would approve, even Lily.”
“Humour me,” replied Remus, already liking where this was going. “It’s been a long time since I have pulled a proper prank on Jamie. We were an abomination in high school.”
“I won’t believe that Remus Lupin was a menace at school,” laughed Sirius in reply. “You look too innocent to pull pranks on people.”
“Lucky for me, that’s what the teachers thought, too,” he bragged. “I mostly got out of detention when James and Peter stayed after school.”
“And he’s sneaky,” teased Sirius as he nudged Remus on his arm. “It’s always the least suspected one I guess.”
“You said James was taking his time proposing to Lily, yeah?”
“Yes but wouldn’t that be too m–”
“I’m not going to buy them wedding rings Remus,” interrupted Sirius as he shook his head. “Do I look that cruel?”
No, you look like an angel.
“That’s not what I meant,” apologised Remus quickly, his eyes fixed on a snowflake on Sirius’ hair.
“Stop apologising,” he scolded. “I’m just kidding. Now, let’s get to work.”
They walked around a little bit, entering the shops who would close soon enough, trying to find something that would mortify James and make the others laugh. They were in a toys shop when Remus heard Sirius’ victorious laughter. He was holding a huge box that had a picture of a small kid making pottery on it.
“I mean,” he began, grinning. “If he makes assumptions about my last name, I can make assumptions about his, too.”
“Right you are,” replied Remus as he stared at the glow Sirius had, he was genuinely happy. “Now let’s go get them a proper gift.”
They went in and out of a few more shops and found beautiful wooden figures of a stag and a doe, Lily had always loved deer for some reason and Remus was sure she would enjoy it very much.
“We must get back before they are weirded out,” warned Remus as he took the gift from the counter and made his way out of the cute little shop.
“I can’t wait to see the look on James’ face when he opens this.”
“He would have punched you if you were someone else,” he joked. “But now, he has to behave and I want to see how that goes.”
“Do you think they liked me? I mean your friends?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just checking, you know, I don’t want anyone to get in between me and all the possibilities in front of me,” said Sirius as he stared into Remus’ eyes briefly before turning his gaze forward.
“I, uh, I’m sure they liked you,” he stammered, trying to keep his composure.
Please, tell me more about the possibilities.
“It would take days to go over all of them,” replied Sirius, a little taken aback but content about what he had just heard.
“Did I say that out loud?” whispered Remus to himself, staring straight ahead hoping Sirius wouldn’t realised he just completely ignored him. It had been a long time since he was this embarrassed.
“Yes,” he said, Remus couldn’t see but hear his grin. “You did.”
“Excuse me while I go bury my head in the snow ostrich style.”
“No need to be embarrassed about the possibilities,” said Sirius his pale grey eyes somehow warmer than they had ever been. “They are just possibilities after all.”
Just when Remus thought it was too hot even though it was snowing, they reached the house and entered to a chaos in the kitchen. Hope and Peter had started preparations and James was trying to smuggle food as he always did.
“Where were you two?” asked Lily as she pulled James from the collar of his shirt.
“We had a few errands to run,” replied Remus nonchalantly and put the gifts under the Christmas tree in the living room. “What have you been up to?”
“Oh the regular,” Peter chimed in. “James is being insufferable, Lily is trying to set me up with Mary and she’s talking about–”
Hope softly smacked Peter on the head before he could finish his sentence which made Remus think whatever he was going to say was about Sirius.
“I’m going upstairs to take a shower if that’s alright?” mentioned Sirius as he made his way to the staircase and all of them said “yeah, sure” in unison.
As soon as Sirius was out of sight, Lily started pestering him with questions. Remus knew this was inevitable but he hoped, she would have waited until the holidays were over.
“When you said you brought someone home, I didn’t expect a Greek God Remus,” grunted Lily. “He is drop dead gorgeous.”
“I almost did drop dead when I first saw him,” teased Remus but it was half true, he had lost his balance when Sirius opened the door.
“I feel threatened,” said James. “Why do I feel threatened?”
“Because for once there’s someone better looking than you in this house?” suggested Peter. “No offence Remus, but you know him.”
“Non taken,” he smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” shouted James.
“Nothing,” replied Remus and Peter at the same them, trying to stifle their laughters.
“Anyways,” began James as he ruffled his already mess of a hair. “What’s the deal with you two? Are you dating? Are you flirting?”
“We are just friends.”
“Yeah sure,” said Lily sarcastically. “I may be oblivious but even I can tell whatever this is, it is not simple friendship.”
“I told you,” giggled Hope as she washed something in the sink. “It seems you are the oblivious one here cariad.”
“Ugh,” sighed Remus. “Stop it all of you. You are giving me ideas that are impossible to be real.”
“We’ll see about that,” stated Peter and he returned to what he was doing.
Remus left the kitchen and went out to the back lawn to get some fresh air. How did they even think something could happen between him and Sirius? Why did they insist on feeding him false hopes? Remus never had been a hopeless romantic before, he never went for someone he was sure was out of his league and there he was daydreaming about the celestial being that is Sirius Black.
New Year meant better things, that’s what everyone said and Remus found himself believing in that saying for the first time because he needed it. He needed to believe that New Year would bring him Sirius and make his life better than it had ever been.
Things I want to tell the signs ( based on people I know )
happiness and love and lust are infinite. You won't run out of them. Remember the difference between being selfish and putting yourself first for your own good. No one is going to punish you for the latter. Stick to faking it till you made it. I know you'll make it. And it'll all be as real as you are, and it'll be overwhelming.
you are capable of so much more than you think you are. You are not a supporting role, you are the star in a movie with a happy ending. Life will reward you for being so patient, supportive and kind. I'm sorry you're being underappreciated so often. You deserve the world and more. I wish I could protect you, but I know you're strong enough to save yourself.
people will judge you before they try to understand. Don't waste your time on those who don't bother to really get to know you, they don't deserve to be around you, anyway. Your reputation is a shield. You can be cruel, you can be cold, but those who accuse you of having stabbed their back don't see the open wounds on yours. You're a book with many pages. Don't let them take the pen from you.
let go. Let go of the past, let go of your fear, let go of your worries. The burden on your chest is only heavy cause you cling to it. Nothing bad is going to happen if you dare a little more and fear a little less. Forgive and forget. You're going to be okay. Don't hold on to your grudges. Hold on to your hope for a good future. It'll pay off to move on.
barking dogs never bite, roaring lions don't do, either. You're too afraid of coming off weak to put down your grim mask, but it's time for you to realise that vulnerability doesn't make you less of a respectable person. You don't need to be intimidating to be admired, and you don't need to hurt people to leave an impression. Even when you're at a low point, you'll always have someone looking up to you. Why are you so scared of being scared?
it doesn't have to hurt to be real. It doesn't have to be perfect to be worth it. It doesn't have to be everything to be enough. It doesn't have to be complete to be fullfilling. You don't have to be numb to be safe from negative feelings. It doesn't have to overwhelm you to have a meaning. You don't have to shut down to protect yourself. You don't have to be so cruel to keep people at distance. It's not a game just cause you like to play. You don't always have to be the winner.
to me, you're like the ocean. You come and go, you give and take. You can be dangerous and wild, you can be calm and steady. No matter what, when I'm with you, I feel home. You're a blessing to the people around you. Full of surprises, yet reliable. Daring, yet reasonable. You do not have to choose.You can be all of it and everything you want to be. Having a libra as a friend means having a friend for a lifetime without the boredom of having gotten used to something, because one can impossibly get used to you. Always remember your worth.
you're the kind of person people write about. You will be remembered. For what you did and who you are. Trust your guts. Your feelings are valid. You will prove them all wrong, everyone who ever doubted you, and when they'll come to apologise, you will be mature enough to forgive them. I wish I was more like you.
the last song at a rock show, fireworks in July, the first bite of a good meal after being hungry for so long, that's what you are to me. You're a radiant, powerful person, an achiever, you don't just talk, you act on it. But let me tell you, you'll still succeed even when you lower the pressure you put on yourself. I can promise you that you'll reach your destination even if you slow down cause your feet startet aching a long time ago. Give yourself a rest. You deserve it.
when someone says they value you, they mean it. When someone says they want you in their life, they mean it. When someone says you're beautiful, they're right. Learn to trust others. Yes, you can always rely on yourself. Yes, in the end, you only got yourself. But there's plenty of people out there who see your potential and want to help you and be there for you. There's many people out there who enjoy spending time with you. You won't lose yourself if you give a bit yourself to others.
how do you do it? What is your secret? You're a mystery to me. We could spend each day of the week together, talk for hours, because talking to you is stimulating, inspiring, refreshing, and you could tell me about yourself, but I'd still feel like I could never possibly know everything about you and get a grip of who you really are. You're a painting in pale colours that has come to life and it's blurry around the edges. But that's exactly what completes you: The lack of edges. The infinity of all the possible answers to the questions I want to ask you.
don't confuse taking things easy with being too careless. You might end up hurting someone without even wanting to. Don't confuse being wanted with being loved. You deserve more than just their appreciation, so don't settle for less just cause it's easier. Sometimes you have to pull yourself together and face the ugly truth, but if you've made it through the storm, your life will be a beach by sunset and all you've ever dreamed of will come true.