I had two requests from Anons and they fit together really well so! Here ya go!
Request 1 “a really smutty one with Gibbs? Either at his house or in the bullpen when no one else is around?” Sorry it’s not really smutty but it’s got some action!
Request 2 “ Gibbs imagine please where he’s angry at work and his secret girlfriend who’s one of the members of the team helps him?”
“What crawled up your boyfriend’s ass and died?” Tony asked, huffing as he dropped into his chair, flipping open a case file with a scowl. Your shoulders tensed but you kept your eyes on your computer, raising a single eyebrow.
“Boyfriend? Wasn’t aware I had one.” You answered dryly, biting down on the tip of your pen, trying not to give anything away. Luckily Tony was preoccupied with pouting.
“Gibbs!” Tony hissed, “He’s been in a foul mood all morning.” You snorted, glancing over at him finally with a dramatic eyeroll.
“Not my boyfriend!”
“Yeah well he only listens to you, so turn that charm on and go remove the stick from his-”
“Tony.” Gibbs cut him off, storming into the bullpen and even you couldn’t help but frown slightly. So, DiNozzo was right, someone was in a bad mood.
“Boss..” He mumbled giving you a sharp look, and you shrugged your shoulders shaking your head. You and Tony slipped into a silent argument both giving each other pointed looks and gesturing wildly. You stopped when someone cleared their throat and both looked up guiltily to a stern looking Gibbs, no usual amusement hiding anywhere in that face.
“Are you two done acting like idiots?” You and Tony gave each other a hesitant look before answering completely opposite ways.
“Yes,” You nodded, trying to catch his eye and offer him a reassuring smile.
“No?” Tony asked, sounding much more like a question then a statement. You turned you head giving him a ‘really?’ look, before turning back to your boss.
“I think I’ve got a lead on the Patterson case, bank records aren’t matching up, boss.” Gibbs gave you a calculated look before nodding.
“Tell McGee.” And turning to storm off towards the elevator. Tony gave you another pleading look and you sighed, quickly getting up and following the other man, slipping into the elevator quickly when he didn’t even try and hold the door. You waited a second before leaning forward and shutting the elevator off.
“Obviously not.” You sighed, taking a step towards your boyfriend, taking the coffee from his hands, “Tell me what’s up?”
“I’m allowed to have a bad day, quit being nosy.” He snapped and you raised an eyebrow. You both silently regarded each other for a moment before he cracked a half smile. “I’m being an asshole?”
“Biggest one in town.” You agreed coming closer and giving him a quick kiss, “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“Just in a bad mood.” Gibbs hummed, hands going on your waist as he pulled you closer, lips finding yours again. “I’m sure it’ll pass…” He murmured before he kissed you long and hard. Sweet kisses slowly turning more and more frenzied as he tugged you closer.
Gibbs backed you into the wall of the elevator and you let out a moan, pressing close to him. Gibbs hands snuck lower, running over your bum before grabbing hold of your thighs and lifting you up, using the wall and his body to keep you elevated.
You let out a small squeal, dropping the coffee cup and cursing as Gibbs’ lips found your neck, kissing and suck, your legs wrapped around him to keep you steady. Gibbs pressed his hips into yours giving them a slightly roll, grinning when you let out a little whimper. He did it again, and was just ready to set a rhythm when something dinged above you.
At the ding your boyfriend groaned, pulling back, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours.
“What’s that?” you whispered voice breathy from all of the kissing and needy whimpering.
“Someone’s trying to use the elevator.” He murmured reluctantly setting you down. He gave you a once over, allowing his eyes to rest on the red marks on your neck before smirking, “We will finish this at home.” He announced before flipping the elevator back on again.
The doors sprung open and you jumped slightly, fixing your hair before pushing past a confused looking Tony. DiNozzo glanced after you, then looked at a much more calm and relaxed Gibbs, and then to the spilled coffee on the floor of the elevator.
“I- Uh, Nevermind boss, I’ll take the stairs… Leg day after all.” Gibbs was in a much better mood for the remainder of the day, and you were giddy and ready to get home and finish what you had started.
“Baby we could play house, I’ll change your addy
Or even change my palate and fuck with salad
Put me in the picture, let’s change your avi, oh, oh, oh
Can’t even stunt I was sprung from the jump”
Series Summary: Reader’s closest friend was brutally murdered and there was only one person she could turn to, her best friend-Sam. But here’s the twist, she has never seen Sam. For 15 years now she has been writing and receiving letters/ Emails from her best friend without knowing what he does or even looks like. Does she like him? Maybe. But what happens when she finds herself falling for this other beautiful man she has just met?
Warning: Death, Angst, Sam fluff
A/N:The amount of love I have received for this series is mind- boggling. I can’t thank you guys enough for the messages, asks and comments. I am humbled. I love you!
Cheers to my lovely beta @sdavid09! She proof-reads my drafts at the risk of falling into her laundry. This is the purest form of love!
This is the pre-final part of the series. Only one more part to go (Whoa it’s ending! *runs to grab the tissues). Do let me know if you want in on the tags for the last part.
The only image your mind could conjure up was the terrified look in Ella’s blood-flecked eyes before the monster lunged at you. That was it, you were going to die. You shut your eyes tight, your arms instinctively riding up to protect your face.
Ronnie missed Pete. She knew it was selfish but she wanted him for a night. She had asked Jon to watch Abby, giving her a little bit of time with her husband. Right now though, she was standing in the doorway of their kitchen, watching him from behind. She considered speaking, but instead she sprung at him, jumping on his back, fangs to his neck but not quite piercing. “Gotcha.” She whispered, legs tightening around him. @batwingsxfangs
194. “Is… is that even possible? Like, can we do this?”
“Pan, just do it.”
“No way, she could turn me down. You’ve seen how she is. She’s as mean and cruel as me.”
“Which is why you should just do it. You’re perfect for each other.”
“No, Felix, if she’s as demonic and twisted as me, she’ll shut me down and I’ll be made a fool. I can’t have that.”
The scary Lost Boy sighed. Peter was in way over his head. He’d been gawking over you, swooning. Ever since you got your pretty little butt down in Neverland, Peter was whipped. You were diabolical just like him, evil and dark. Peter found it quite the attractive look on you. Someone who was just like him but in a female version? Of course he found you attractive inside and out.
Thing was, if you were like him, then you’d tease him to all hell if he asked you out on a date. Yes, a date. Something so foreign to all the residents of Neverland. Peter was hung up on asking you out for a night alone with just him. But he was so stubborn and nervous, he couldn’t do it. So his best bet was to talk it out with Felix, and that wasn’t going so well.
“Either ask her out or I will do it for you!” Felix snapped at him. Peter sent him glare, silently telling him to watch his tone of voice.
“I swear, Pan, I will do it for you, and that would be even more embarrassing. Just do it. You’re more powerful than her anyways. If she makes fun of you or whatever, punish her.”
Peter groaned. “Fine.” He mumbled. He got up, leaving Felix’s side. He walked right over to you. You were across the way, at quite a distance. You were minding your own business, eating a snack. Peter gulped, shaking himself up before going to you.
When he walked up to you, he looked so nervous, something you’ve never seen on him. You raised a single brow, munching on some fruit. He didn’t say anything, just stood there in front of you. A single, sarcastic laugh left your mouth.
“May I help you?” You asked rather sassily.
“Uh, um… well, would you with a date go on me?”His words were staggered. Whatever just fell out of his mouth sound so terribly dirty and wrong. You couldn’t help but laugh and snicker.
“I’m sorry?” You said through laughs. “Oh my God, Pan. That sounded so wrong!” You chuckled.
The boy took a deep sigh, trying to recollect his thoughts. “Would you… like to go on… a date. With me?” He spaced out his words, making sure he didn’t mess up this time.
You stared at him. That’s what all the fuss was about? It honestly took you off guard. Peter had a liking towards you? That was a shocker. He never seemed to show any displays of affection towards you in any manner. Then again, you were cocky and self-centered just like him. So when he did compliment, it went straight to the ego you had.
“Oh. Sure. When?” You said, voice faltering from the slight surprise. Peter’s eyes went wide. You didn’t laugh as expected, or tease him. You agreed to it.
“Oh, right. Say tonight? You and me. Just us. I’ll think of someplace to take you.” You nodded your head at him, agreeing.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tonight,” you said. You turned around awkwardly, walking back to your tent. You had to get ready, though a blush did rise to your cheeks and a smile crept its way to your lips. You were excited, nonetheless.
Peter on the other hand was a wreck. What would he do to make this date special? To make it worth the while? He didn’t know, and he was blaming Felix for it all. He was the one who convinced him to ask you out. This was his fault.
Felix was with Peter, walking around Neverland. They were trying to find something to do for a date. They couldn’t just go somewhere on the island and talk. That’d be boring. Maybe he could prepare some food, but then what? He wanted to do more than that. More than just dinner. He was fretting some much over this, he felt as though he was going insane.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Peter grumbled. Felix only laughed at how he was reacting.
“Pan, relax. It’s Y/N we’re talking about. She may be a replica of you, but she doesn’t need to be wowed.”
“But I want to wow her!” Peter exclaimed.
Night grew, the Lost Boys gathering around camp. Though Felix would be in charge while you and Peter went out on your little date. Finally Peter discovered what you two could do than just eat and talk. He was thinking of taking you to one of the lake pools. Go for a midnight swim. No underwater creature would dare bother you if Peter was with you. It would be perfect.
“Wow, Peter…” you looked at the sight in front of you. There was a blanket with food there, and a candle to create some light that wasn’t from the moon. “It’s stupid, but i like it.” You half-grinned.
Peter escorted you to the blanket and food. It was on a nice little spot resting a few feet away from a lake. Your favourite food was in front of you, along with a nice drink. You and Peter sat down. Both of you didn’t know what to do. You knew during dates, people were supposed to talk and be polite. But Peter knew you better. You weren’t polite. And neither was he.
At first it was awkward. No one spoke. Just ate and drank. But then you bit into your food, for some reason that bite tasting better than the previous ones. You moaned a little at the taste, groaning. It was delicious.
“Christ, Peter. This is so good.”
“I’m glad you think so. I prepared it myself. Never really understood cooking, but I did okay, yeah?” He looked at you nervously, putting down his food.
“Wait, you made this? No magic? Nothing? Just with your own two hands?” Peter nodded. You were shocked. You thought Peter would’ve just made everything appear perfectly with the powers he held.
“I mean, I used magic to get the ingredients, but other than that, I made it myself.”
You leaned back a little. “Well, I am very impressed.” That simple sentence meant so much to Peter. He so badly wanted to impress you. Even though you knew him so well, he still wanted to make a good impression. He still wanted you to be impressed by him, and so far it was working.
Dessert was ice cream. That was whipped up by magic. No way Peter was going to make handmade ice cream. That was too difficult. But he made it appear in your lap. A bowl with two scoops. There were sprinkles on it along with caramel and chocolate drizzle. It looked tasty, and was tasty.
“Peter,” you smirked. He looked up, and that when you booped his nose. Your finger purposely had chocolate sauce on it, making a little dark and sticky mark on his nose.
“Oh, you little!” He laughed, dipping his finger in his bowl. He gathered little bits of sticky caramel. He leaned over, trying to get your face, but you leaned back until you fell on the grass, on your back.
“No way, nuh-uh, you are not getting me!” You laughed loudly.
“Oh yeah?” Peter got up from his spot, running over to you. You sprung into action, jumping up and trying to get away. You ran towards the water. Perfect. Peter gained on you, trying his best to actually play fair for once by not using any magic on you. He grabbed you by the waist. A squeal left your mouth as you lost your balance. Both of you fell into the water.
You poked your head out of the water, hair covering your eyes. “Pan!” You giggled. You could hear him giggling as well. You swam over to him and before he could do anything, you splashed him and dunked his head under the water real quick. He came back up, glaring at you. He splashed you back.
You guys started splashing each other in the water, laughing up a storm. You’d try to sneak up on him by going under water to grab his legs, but he’d move at last minute. This went on for a while, silly and sarcastic comments being thrown in between. But then it finally all stopped. Peter stopped splashing you, and you stopped as well. You looked right at Peter, barely seeing his features in the dim lighting.
“I’m having fun,” you commented, voice low.
“I’m so glad,” he grinned, swimming a little closer to you. “I’ve been paranoid about you not liking it.”
“Peter, I love it. This is probably some of the most fun I’ve ever had.” You admitted truthfully.
Peter cracked a smile, but was still coming closer to you. Under the water, his hands held your sides. Your’s landed on his shoulders. Peter could reach the ground, but you couldn’t. You were just short enough where you couldn’t exactly reach the bottom. Peter pulled you by your sides and that was enough for him to lay a big kiss on you. He kissed you, his lips soft. You kissed him back, your hands moving from his shoulders to his cheeks. You had wrapped your legs around him, mainly so you weren’t struggling to stay afloat.
“Is… is that even possible? Like can we do this?” You asked him rather hesitantly after the kiss.
“Hmm?” He looked at you, still holding you close in the water.
“Can we do this, Peter? Date. Be a couple. I don’t want something to go wrong and us not being able to stand each other. Neverland is my home, too, and I can’t get kicked out.”
Peter now understood your concerns. He still had his hands on your sides, your legs still wrapped around him. Though your hands moved around to his neck. He gave you a loving look.
“Love, we’ll make it work. No matter what. We will make it work.” He assured you, kissing you one more time.
Request: by Anon- Hello love, I’m having a pretty shitty day and I’m hoping this could cheer me up. Could you write a TMR imagine where New has a crush on you and Thomas and Minho mention to Newt how they’ve noticed scars on your wrists and Newt becomes defensive and takes care of you?
Pairing: Newt & Y/N
Warning(s): slight trigger warning, but nothing too major.
Word Count: 921
A/N: I changed it a little bit I hope that’s alright xx
“Y/N’s eating in the deadheads by herself again” Thomas said to Minho and Newt as he set his lunch down, and sat down at the table.
Newt immediately looked up at the sound of
“I hope she’s alright, she’s been doing better lately” Minho added his words heavy with concern.
“What do you mean doing better, what’s wrong with her?” Newt interjected, his heart unintentionally beginning to race.
“I thought you said he knew about it.” Minho lowered his voice and raised his eyebrows at Thomas.
“I assumed he knew because of his massive crush on her” Thomas responded
“I don’t have a bloody crush on her you shank” Newt immediately denied it, but he could feel a blush creeping its way up his cheeks.
Thomas and Minho rolled their eyes at each other.
“Oh please Newt, you’re always watching her, and when she talks to you, you can’t go a full sentence without stuttering” Minho pointed out while continuing to shovel Frypan’s stew into his mouth.
“Alright fine I have a bloody crush on her, so what?” Newt was sure his face must look like a tomato because of how much he was blushing.
“Now are you going to bloody tell me what’s wrong with her or not?”
Immediately Thomas and Minho’s expressions became serious, and they were both staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak.
“Would you just bloody tell me already!” Newt exclaimed slamming his fist on the table.
“Uh” Thomas spoke but kept his gaze locked on his food. “Y/N, she uh”
“Just bloody spit it out Tommy!”
Thomas sighed and raises his eyes to meet Newt’s
“Y/N used to hurt herself Newt.”
Those 6 words were all it took, Newt dropped his spoon and began running towards the deadheads. He could hear Tommy and Minho yelling after him, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was getting to Y/N and making sure that she was okay, that she wasn’t hurting.
He was so stupid, how could he have missed this, missed the signs, him of all people.
Even though his limp hindered his running, he tore through the deadheads as quick as he could.
He found her in he middle of the thickest part of the trees, leaning against the trunk of a tree, with her head in her hands.
“Y/N?” Newt asked quietly, his voice wavering slightly.
She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, and lifted here gaze to meet Newt’s.
He immediately noticed that her eyes were red and puffy. Newt felt his heart breaking in his chest at the sight of her looking so broken and lonely.
“Can I sit?”
Y/N nodded, sniffling slightly as she scooted over to make room next to her.
“Are you okay love?” Newt asked holding his breath without noticing he was doing so as he waited for an answer.
“Yea of course why wouldn’t I be?” She answered immediately, but her shaking hands told a different story.
“Tommy told me….he told me, told me that” Newt struggled to find the right words.
Unable to find them, he gently grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards him so he could see the underside of it.
He felt his heart sinking as he saw the dozens of faint white scars overlapping each other.
Immediately Y/N pulled her arm away, and stood up to leave.
She hadn’t gotten very far, when Newt grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop.
“Y/N-” Newt was at a loss of words again.
“No Newt, just leave me be alright I don’t need your sympathy.”
She turned to leave again, but Newt grabbed her arm her around, and before she could say anything, he slipped his bracelet cuff off and showed her the matching scars that ran along his wrist.
“Holy klunk Newt” Y/N brought her hand up to her mouth.
“Did Alby ever tell you how I got my bloody limp?” Newt said quietly
“He- he told me that you had an accident in the maze that you-”
Newt cut her off “it wasn’t a shucking accident alright? I tired to kill myself, I had had enough, so I climbed to the top of the ivy and I jumped.”
Tears sprung into Y/N’s eyes “Newt I’m so sorry I didn’t know”
“It’s doesn’t matter now” Newt dismissed her apology “What matters is that I get it okay? I understand how you’re feeling and I want to fix you.”
Y/N shook her head sadly “I’m not a broken doll Newt, you can’t just glue me back together, eventually the glue will dry and I’ll still be broken”
“I suppose then I’ll have to use a safety pin instead of glue, and when you’re all fixed, we can take it out.”
“Why the hell do you even care Newt?” Y/N said frustratedly “Minho and Thomas, they knew about this but they didn’t do anything.”
“I thought that it was pretty obvious, since everyone seemed to know.” Newt mumbled sheepishly
“I like you Y/N, I like you a lot, I care about you so much that it hurts me to see you hurting.”
“I-I like you too Newt” Y/N stuttered as her tears began to overflow and sobs began heaving though her body.
Newt quickly closed the gap between them and hugged her closely to him, cradling her head gently against his chest.
It was then that he decided that he would be Y/N’s safety pin, and he would hold her together and keep her whole, until she could hold herself together again.
|| A/N: that was my first imagine so feedback is welcome, also requests are open so feel free to drop one in my ask xx ||
“Scott?” you asked as you stepped inside the McCall house. You knew where they kept the spare key so it was easy for you to get in whenever you wanted to. Melissa was at work and Scott was supposed to be home so the two of you could study together. But when you checked the living room, the kitchen, and upstairs in his room, you couldn’t find him.
“Scott, if you’re finding this funny, it really isn’t,” you called.
“Are you sure? Cause I’m finding this pretty funny,” a voice that didn’t belong to Scott said. Matt walked into the room, a deranged smile on his lips and a gun held at his side.
“What are you doing with that?” you said, eyes widening when they landed on the weapon.
“Oh please don’t tell me you’re like those girls in the horror movies,” he groaned. “Always asking stupid questions that I’m never gonna answer until I eventually tell you what I’m up to.”
“So let’s just skip over the stupid stuff and get on with you telling me your plan,” you told him.
“I would but,” he trailed off. His eyes moved to something behind you but before you could turn to look something quickly ran across the back of your neck, something sharp enough to cut the skin there. Seconds later, your knees buckled and you collapsed to the floor, unable to move anything from the neck down. Matt’s shoes came into view as he crouched down in front of you.
“Honestly, you weren’t my target at all,” he chuckled. “I was here for Scott.”
“Well, you got me,” the voice of your boyfriend growled at Matt. You could hear Matt’s chuckle as he walked over to Scott, his feet leaving your line of sight.
“Scotty,” you heard Matt say, “I must applaud you on your timing. Though, I think it would have been easier on your girlfriend if you would have gotten here a bit earlier.”
“Why are you do all of this?” Scott asks, his tone angry. “Why are you killing innocent people?!”
“Innocent? Oh no, I wouldn’t say they were innocent. Not at all. They had to pay Scott. They had to pay for what they did. All of them.”
“What could they have done to you that could have cost them their lives? One of them was pregnant with a baby!”
“I know. That’s why my little toy couldn’t do the job. I had to kill her myself.”
You could feel your heart speed up. Matt killed people? Why?! The hissing started up again from behind you and something slithered over to where the two boys were. As it passed you saw reptilian scales too large to be human and a long tail that was almost the same length as you were tall.
“I suggest you come with me before I make Jackson have to do something I really don’t want him to do,” Matt warned him. You heard the click of the gun.
“I suggest you stop pointing a gun at my girlfriend,” Scott growled. “I really don’t want to hurt anyone and you really don’t seem to know what I’m capable of.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m the one who’s clueless about your abilities. Tell me Scott, does Y/N know? About your secret little world. About how every midnight is a fucking playground for the supernatural?”
“What is he talking about?” you asked. Matt chuckled and crouch down in front of you.
“How about we go for a ride?” he asked with an awful smirk on his face.
Next thing you know, you were at the police station slowly regaining some feeling in your body while Matt locked you in a cell. You watched as Scott locked the door, his eyes not meeting yours at all.
“Must be weird seeing your girlfriend behind bars,” Matt teased, gun still pointed at Scott. Once the lock was secured, your boyfriend turned to face him. Matt smirked before saying, “Good boy Scott.”
The gun went off and the bullet hit Scott square the stomach. You screamed as you saw the blood begin to trickle down onto the floor from the wound. You wanted to clap your hand over your mouth but the only thing you could do was wiggle your fingertips a bit. This hissing started again and something big and scaly crawled through the door. It was the size of a person and it’s eyes were yellowed and soulless.
“Oh c’mon Scott,” the clearly crazy teen continued, “you put on a good show. You really don’t want her to know don’t you? Well she’s gonna find out sooner or later. So why not now?”
The lizard thing sprung up and jumped onto Scott, wrestling him to the ground. It’s claws came out and it’s hand rose to scratch him in the face, but he managed to react in time and grabbed the lizard’s wrist. You heard a roar that didn’t come from the lizard and Scott threw the creature off of him. He took a protective stance in front of the cell, blocking the lizard from getting remotely close to you.
“Hate to break it to you Y/N, but your boyfriend is anything but normal,” Matt called from across the room. Scott tensed, his body dropping his defence before turning to face you. Your eyes widened as you mapped out gold eyes, pointy ears, elongated claws, and sharp canines. Your breath caught in your throat and his eyes dropped in shame.
“Are you scared of me?” Scott asked later on. Matt was dead, the lizard was loose, and the police station was a mess after the night you experienced. You tightened the blanket the the police had wrapped around you and didn’t answer right away. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“No, no, don’t be,” you assured him. “I know you were only trying to protect me. I just didn’t expect that to happen. But I’m not afraid of you. I’m just a bit shocked. I mean, werewolves? I just thought that stuff wasn’t real.”
“So did I until a while ago,” he smiled. “So, we’re okay?”
“Yes, Cheeseball McCall,” you told him. “We’re okay.”
You may or may not recall that back in February or so, I wrote an absolute acid trip of a side-shot called Fly By Night, in which LL Marco ran into the ghost of a certain angry dead gay texan who happened to kinda sorta be him.
Well. Liar Liar continued. ATSIT continued. southspinner and I yelled at each other on twitter a lot. Michael and Michaela Bodt happened, and then continued to happen just fu ckin’ all over the place.
And then I read the last ATSIT update and the inside of my head exploded. And this is the result. Please enjoy the followup to Fly By night and the general ATSIT/LL Reincarnation Shenanigans, entitled Goddamned Dallas. Yes really.
(There are some vague spoilers for ATSIT if you read between the lines. I supsect they’re only recognizeable if you already KNOW they’re spoilers, but. You have been warned.)
Eren sleeps like a hibernating
It’s a running joke. One of the
things almost everyone knows about him. One of the first things Marco ever
knew about him. He doesn’t mind sleeping alone either - they maintained three
separate bedrooms, in some kind of silent agreement, and Eren’s got no problem
curling up in whatever bed makes sense that night, regardless of who’s in it.
There’s only one thing that always
wakes him, every time. If Eren went to sleep in a bed that had someone else
in it, he’s awake the moment they’re gone. It’s a habit that harkens back more
than a decade, to waking up to the sound of Jean’s soft footsteps on the
ladder. He’d slip out of the nest of blankets they so often shared and creep up
to his piano in the attic in the throes of a bad night, and within a few weeks
Eren would wake up with him, protective instincts nudging him awake as soon as
something prompted Jean to leave the warmth he needed so badly at night.
The bed he woke up in wasn’t even
his. (Or Jean’s, or Marco’s.) It’s a hotel bed, one of a pair in the
well-appointed room of the hotel that used to be the Dallas National Bank, and
Eren opened his eyes to see a sliver of light cut off behind a closing door.
Jean was asleep on the other bed,
curled around his laptop like a cat with a comforter draped cape-like around
his shoulders. He shifted and mumbled in his skittish way when Eren tucked it
closer around him, but didn’t wake.
James Potter jumped and sprung out of the way as a rather
burly looking man strode towards him. He muttered an apology but scowled as the
man roughly pushed him aside. Where Londoners always this rude? Ever since he
moved to the city things just kept going badly. James was the sort of person
who attracted trouble like a magnet. Where ever he went there was always a
certainty that he would trip over someone’s feet, or get into an arm wrestle,
or accidentally offend an extremely sensitive person. It’s not that he did
these things on purpose; he was just a tall, clumsy twenty year old who was
prone to distraction. It was the, what, fifth time today he had ‘got in
someone’s way’ and to be honest, James was getting rather fed up. Okay, maybe
it was his fault this time; come to think of it he was standing in the middle of a busy pavement. But that’s only
because he needed to take a picture of a street sign. Surely getting in
someone’s way is forgiven if it’s done in the case of a funny pun? Apparently
not in London.
Adjusting his headphones, he began to saunter down Regent
Street. His music was loud, too loud, but James didn’t care. He was positive his
music taste was brilliant; he was doing everyone a favour if they could hear it
too. He was giving back to society, wasn’t he? Noting the time, he sighed. He
was late, well, when was he not? Lupin would kill him when he finally arrived
but ‘better late than never’ was the motto he lived by. James was never one for
time keeping, or organisation for that matter. He just didn’t see the point in
planning beforehand if he was going to oversleep anyway.
Strumming his fingers in time to the beat of the song, he
stepped out to cross the road, not quite concentrating on what he was doing.
“Fuck. I feel like I’ve been hit by a car.”
“You have been hit by a car! Can you not remember? Have I
given you amnesia? Oh God oh God oh God oh God.” A panicky disembodied voice was
He opened his eyes and squinted groggily at his
surroundings. He was lying on the side of the road he had just attempted to
cross, with something soft under his head.
“What just happened?” James tried to sit up but was gently
pushed down again.
“Don’t get up; you need to lie here until the ambulance
comes.” The voice told him.
“What happened?” James repeated. His back felt sore and the
left side of his ribcage felt horribly bruised.
“You just ran out in front of me, oh my God I’m so sorry, I
had to emergency stop but I just managed to bump into you and you just went
flying and I didn’t know what to do but it’s alright because the ambulance
should be here soon and you don’t seem to have any serious injuries, I checked.
It’s lucky I did that first aid course last year because otherwise-”
“Do you know where my glasses are?” James interrupted,
growing tired of the girls incessant babbling.
“Yes, I picked them up.”
James jumped as the metal frames were timidly placed on his
nose, and his hair was brushed out of his eyes. The world seemed to erupt into
clarity, and James turned his head to face the girl. She was kneeling next to
him on the pavement, her long red hair swaying across her face. She was biting
her nails and her emerald green eyes darting across James’ body, still checking
for any signs of damage.
“How are you feeling? Does anything in particular hurt?” She
asked, worry dominating her pale face. “The emergency services said I should
just keep you talking.”
“Well, I’ve been better.” He flashed her one of his smiles.
“James Potter, by the way.”
“Lily Evans.” The girl replied. “Does anything feel broken?”
*Festé jumped and sprung to his feet, gasping in surprise as he was suddenly washed over with uncomfortably cold water. He froze for a moment from the shock of the cold, taking a moment to process what just happened, before spinning round to face Malvolio with an indignant frown* What was that for !?