#And I think Lizzie is still a bit to tall but that's ok

[forestanomaly]

Could we get a God Joel from Empires 2 please? :3

Yes you can!

Oops, I think we've caught him being scolded by Mayor of Critter City herself! P.s. reblogs are aprecciated.. um.... thank you!! runs away

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

Lizzie feels like she’s been falling in the void for longer than usual. She doesn’t make a habit of this often, so maybe her view on how long this is supposed to go is skewed, but she’s pretty sure she should be dead by now. Almost certain, in fact. She started suffocating a while ago, and now that’s stopped in favor of a steady nothing where her lungs should be. Maybe she is dead?

It’s around when Lizzie starts thinking this that she notices the woman falling next to her.

She doesn’t scream, though it’s only because you make no noise in the void and there’s no air in her lungs to scream with. Similarly, there’s no way for her to ask “Who are you?”, though not for lack of trying. When she opens her mouth, nothing more than a croak comes out, and the void itself is cold on her tongue.

“Hi,” the woman eventually says, giving Lizzie a long look. She’s about Lizzie’s height and build, from what Lizzie can tell at the awkward angle that falling next to each other affords. It has blond hair and bright green eyes, and their navy blue captain's coat billows around them and almost blends into the void around the pair. Lizzie knows immediately that she’s never seen them before.

“Sorry, I know this must be strange for you,” she continues. “I was told you were still relatively new to this whole thing, and now even death is getting shaken up. This is your second time around, right?”

Lizzie nods. The woman’s tone is gentle, matching a soft look in her eyes. If the look had come from anyone else, Lizzie might’ve thought it was pity, but from them, it’s something like understanding.

“Right, ok. Well, I know this isn’t usually how these things go, but I’m here to help you move on.”

Lizzie wants to ask the woman why it’s helping her, rather than the usual person, tall and dark and rarely this talkative, but all she does is nod. The woman smiles.

“Alright then. Now, protocol for dying in the void is a little weird, here. It’s never happened before, so congrats on pioneering a new death!”

Lizzie tries to snicker at that, and the woman pales a bit.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that, that’s not-”

Lizzie waves her hands slightly, trying to tell them it’s ok, and they take a breath. From her spot next to Lizzie, the woman slowly reaches out a hand.

“We’re almost out of here now, Lizzie. All you have to do is take my hand.”

Lizzie no longer cares for questions; why they know her name, why it's here, who she is. All she cares for now is an offer of contact, and she takes the woman’s hand. Despite it all, their skin is warm.

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 205. brb x oc

a/n: I HAD TO OK I LOVE THEM(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

Nicole wasn’t that far from them at the park, she was sitting on the grass with Jack lying behind her like a giant dog shaped body pillow that she could lean against while Eleanor was running around like a blur of white from left to right in absolute crazy speed.

Bradley and Pete were on a bench, watching the whole thing while leaning back against it. Rooster had his hands behind his head with a little smile - every now and again Nicole turned her head to face the two, then waved only to go back to her little world. “...she’s so big already.” Maverick comments, crossing his arms as the two of them keep a watch on Nikki, “She looks much bigger than a one year old.”

“Yeah, she got our tall genes.” he chuckles, inhaling quietly before looking at Maverick, ‘...can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You never wanted kids?”

Maverick sputtered a laugh, the soon evolved to a hearty chuckle that then turned into Pete trying not to choke on his spit, coughing against his hand. Once he was available to speak, he turned to Rooster with his brows furrowed, smiling at his nephew with a confused look on his face, “You serious?” Rooster just nodded, arching his brow, “...I’m not parent material,Rooster. I don’t think I’d be a good dad.”

Rooster opened his mouth, the inhale before he starts to speak makes Maverick turn to him, only to close his mouth and look ahead with his jaw clenched as he focused on Nicole, “...I mean…you…were there for me.”

“That still doesn’t qualify me as parent material.” and it was obvious Maverick didn’t want to continue with this conversation, considering he sighed and then pulled his sunglasses to his hair, “I’m okay being the cool uncle, and the even cooler granduncle, but not a dad. Come on,Brad.”

He knew Maverick had his issues,they never talked about his own father. Maybe because neither of them wanted to work on the pain that connected them like that…he wondered if somehow, Maverick saw himself in Bradley when he grew up. “What was your dad like?”

“...what?”

“...your dad,I don’t think we talked about him before.”

Maverick turned his head towards Rooster, slowly, his eyes appearing darker as he looked towards his nephew who in turn focused back on him. Both of them were silent,both of them remained silent for a few minutes until Maverick’s back expanded with a breath, “My dad,” he repeats, them hums a soft chuckle, rubbing his chin, “Ah…my dad,well…” he taps his jacket a bit until he finds what he’s looking for, “Here.”

He shows Rooster a picture, one he had never seen before. Bradley cautiously picks it up from Pete’s hand, looking down at the picture with his brows furrowed. There is a mustached man, he appears bulkier than Pete was right now with a little boy on his shoulders, standing in front of a fighter jet smiling. He stares at it for a few seconds, unsure how to reply because that image just sent a jolt over him, “He died in Vietnam.” his uncle then replies, looking ahead to where Nicole was “KIA.”

“How old were you then?”

Maverick inhales “Two years old.”

And Bradley feels like he’s been slapped because they were the same age when both of them lost their father. He had no idea, he had absolutely no idea that’s what happened to Maverick’s dad. His uncle plays with his own hands for a bit, chewing his cheek before he looks up, “I stayed with my grandma for a while, until I was old enough to join the Navy…then I was denied admission.” 

“What?”

Maverick smirks, “I was denied admission.” he says softly, “Your dad knew about it…I managed to join in the end but,” he leans back on the bench, sliding his hands in his jeans’ pockets, “You know, it goes how it goes.”

Bradley only stared for a few minutes, then looked back to where Nicole was, this time trying to grab a butterfly that was fluttering around her and Jack. He…didn’t know. Any of it. And he felt guilty because of how things progressed over time, if he knew–

“Now, don’t get into your head so much.’ Maverick says, smirking at him and elbowing his arm, “We both messed up our own ways,Rooster and I’m glad we made up,I don’t want you to blame yourself for my problems like that.”

“But…I–”

“I didn’t want to be that person to you.” he whispers, “When Goose died I…was very lost. I lost my friend, I lost my best friend…I lost my brother and I felt I was alone in the world again. My whole life has been like that,I didn’t want you to go through the same things I did.” he sighs, running his hand through his hair, “When I saw you,I saw Goose and Carol,I saw my friends and I saw…me in some way. I guess in the end I was..protecting young Pete, when no one could.”

And Bradley felt his heart clench. Maverick’s emotional moments were rare, but they were never misplaced. Seeing his uncle looking ahead, looking at Nikki the same way he used to look at him growing up…made him figure out that so much they went through was just the reflections of what he had to go through. They weren’t right, no, but Rooster couldn’t blame Maverick like that.

“You have to be there for them,Rooster.” his uncle whispers, arching his brow and flicking his gaze towards him, “All the time you can give them, do it. You got a promotion now, you know things will get harder and harder, but don’t be like…certain people. Nicole will grow up knowing what you do, but she won’t be mad because of it.” the toddler in front of them suddenly stood up using Jack’s massive furry body as support as she tried to grab the butterfly again, “Because you are going to break a lot of generational trauma. Both you and Bea.”

Rooster's gaze shifted to Nicole, who was now laughing as she chased after the elusive butterfly, her giggles filling the air. It was a simple moment, yet it held so much meaning. He felt a surge of determination within him, a renewed sense of purpose. Maverick was right – he didn't have to repeat the mistakes of the past. He could be there for his family, break the cycle, and create a better future.

"That’s a pretty big word." Rooster finally replied, his voice steady and a smirk slowly forming on his face when he said that. Even if it was a joke, he was thankful for his uncle’s words.

Maverick turned to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I am reading a lot.”

Rooster grinned back at his uncle, a newfound sense of understanding passing between them. They sat in companionable silence,  Rooster’s thumb and forefinger rubbing against his wedding ring as he sighs softly, “...I wouldn’t be able to do anything without her.” he whispers, “Without Bea…she changed me- no,she’d hate if I said that…she helped me see my better self.” he explains with a twirl of his hand, “But she made me better. More understanding, more open to express my feelings and opinions.”

“And now you have three kids together.”

“And now we have three kids together.” Rooster chuckles, “Did you ever think I’d get there?”

Rooster's heart swelled at Maverick's words. It was a simple statement, but it held so much truth. He had indeed found his footing, his purpose, and his happiness with Beatrice by his side. His life turned to the better when she appeared,that’s for sure.

"Thanks, Mav," Rooster said, his voice genuine and full of appreciation. "For everything."

Maverick clapped a hand on Rooster's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Anytime, kid. We're family, after all."

“You are a bit annoying still.”

“Eh,well,” he claps him harder, “Won’t get rid of me that easily.”

Both shared a chuckle before Nicole waddled her way over to them, she was getting better every day and was able to walk without losing her balance so much. Jack was right behind her while his sister still zoomed around the park as if there was no tomorrow, making sure Nicole wouldn’t fall back on the grass.

Once Nikki was close, she placed both of her hands on Rooster’s knees and tried to push herself onto his lap. Rooster just picked her up and held her under the armpits as she stood on top of his thighs, babbling cutely to him before ‘nomming’ his cheek, “Ow,okay,listen, you have teeth now.” 

But then, Nicole's attention shifted, her wide eyes locking onto Maverick who was sitting beside them. Her little arms reached out, fingers curling as if she was eager to be held by her granduncle.

Maverick leaned forward, a warm smile gracing his features as he extended his arms. "Well, hello there, princess. C’mere you." Nicole squealed with delight and squirmed in Rooster's hold, clearly wanting to be with Maverick. Rooster chuckled and carefully transferred her into Maverick's waiting arms, making sure she was secure.

Maverick kissed the top of her head, allowing his grand-niece to possibly use him as a tree and try to climb on him, giving Rooster a look, “She’s doing this often,huh?”

“Yep.”

“Good,ow.” Nicole tugs his hair a bit then immediately lets go, choosing to lie on her great-uncle’s shoulder like a fancy fur while holding on the back of the bench for support, “I got you Nikki, it’s okay.” 

As this was going on,an idea darted in Bradley’s mind and he smiled to himself. He was going to talk to Bea once he gets home.

-

Bradley walks alongside Maverick to his front door, opening it so the dogs walk in first before he stops,hearing Beatrice’s laugh from the kitchen, “Babe?”

“In here! With Shells!”

“Heyy Rooster.”

Bradley steps in so Mav does the same right behind him before closing the door. “You want some water or something?”

“I can do water, yeah.”

The two of them walk to the kitchen where the laughter turned into giggles - like two teenagers trying to hide their conversation from the adults. As he walks past the threshold he sees Beatrice holding her head up with a fist and Shells relaxed posture on the other chair, giggling like the gremlin she was, “Hey Shells.” the blonde waves at him and he turns his attention to Bea, eyes softening, “Hey gorgeous.”

“Hi,” she meets his lips when he leans down to peck her, smiling widely as Nicole reaches for her, “Hi sweetie pie,Hi Mav.” the older pilot offers the two a small wave, “I didn’t know you were with Brad.”

Bradley chuckled as he walked over to the kitchen counter, opening a cabinet to retrieve a glass. "Yeah, he joined in last minute. Didn’t know you two were having a party in here."

Shells leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms casually. "You know us, always the life of the party." 

Beatrice grinned at Shells' playful remark then adjusted Nicole on her grasp, “We were just sharing some information, you know, the good kind.” her husband hums as he fills the glass for Maverick, handing it off to his uncle before leaning against the counter, “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“And,” Bradley’s eyes drop to the box of pastries,”Having snacks.”

“Hey,” Shells points an accusatory finger at him, “They are from Rizzo’s, they aren’t just snacks.”

Bradley hums while drinking water himself, looking back at Maverick when his uncle announced he should go back home now…which prompted Shells to go ‘You know what, me too.” she stands up quickly, chair scraping - startling the dogs and Nicole a bit but they didn’t cry out or complain- and leaning down to hug Bea and whisper something in her ear.

Something her husband just narrowed his eyes to when her cheeks went red. Shells stood up after saying goodbye to Nicole, patting his cheek as she walks past him with a ‘bye bye Chanticleer!’ and then playfully punching Maverick’s shoulder until she was at the door. Maverick just flicked his gaze to Bradley, arching his brows, “Well,see you next week then.” he says, adjusting his jacket and turning his foot to the door with Rooster right behind him.

“Yeah,” Rooster says, opening it for him, “You’ll be there during the training too?”

“Course I will, I won't miss it for the world.”

“Sounds good.” he smiles sweetly, his eyes shining. “...thanks Mav.”

“What for?” 

And Rooster shrugs, “Everything.” his uncle stops fixing his collar to allow a small smile to spread over his face. He gives his nephew a side hug,patting his back then ruffling his hair like he used to do when Brad was a kid, “Hey!”

“Just because you are taller doesn’t mean I can’t do that.” he smiles, dropping his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, “See you Brad.” Bradley huffs while running his hand through the bronze colored locks, trying to brush them back into place as he watches Maverick walk to his motorcycle.

He waits until his uncle - and Shells - are no longer in front of the house to close the door and wander back inside. He sighs deeply, sliding his hands into his pockets while leisurely making his way to the kitchen, where Beatrice was still sitting down, holding Nicole to her chest. Her smile brightened the second he stepped in, “Hey, how was the day out?”

“It was…” he purses his lips, as if in thought, “...really good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep,” he smirks, walking to the chair that Shells once sat on, “Me and Mav had a talk.”

Beatrice's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she adjusted Nicole on her lap. "Oh, a talk? About what?"

He leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Oh, you know, just life stuff. Family, past, future, the whole package."

She raised an eyebrow, her intrigue growing. "Sounds deep. Do I get to know the details?"

Bradley chuckled, reaching out to take one of her hands in his. "Maybe someday. But for now, let's just say that it was... enlightening. It made me appreciate certain things a bit more."

"Yeah?"

He glanced at her, his gaze softening. "Like how lucky I am to have you by my side. You've helped me become a better person, Bea. More open, more caring. And I want you to know that I'm fully committed to being the best husband and father I can be."

Her heart swelled at his words, and she squeezed his hand affectionately. "You already are, Bradley. You've been amazing."

He grinned, that lopsided smile that always made her heart skip a beat. "Well, I aim to keep that up."

She chuckles softly, cupping his cheek while her eyes soften towards him, “You are too sweet.I can’t stand you.” but she does give him a kiss in the end, one he hums into it and gives her a warm look again, “Stop it.” she holds his chin and taps his lips with her finger, only to kiss him again, “Stop it, you are too cute.”

“Only if you stop being cute too.” he chuckles, kissing her lips soundly, “...I was thinking about something.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…I think I have…a middle name for Gavin.” he smiles, holding his head up with his hand, “I think you’ll like it.” 

“Well,do share.”

Bradley’s voice softened before he continued, “Pete.”

[melissa-titanium]

Hey, if you were to think up a fankid for N x doll, how would they act and look? (Totally not planning to make one :>)

FUCK. OH MY GOD OK I LITERALLY NEVER THINK OF FANKIDS FUCKING .EVER. I GENUINELY DONT HAVE A SINGLE CLUE INEED TO BRAINSTORM THIS Ok;a.y okay.

i dont see n and doll having a kid. like. okay. i'd have to get into my headcanons for their dynamic for this but essentially POST meeting one another. doll is obviously defensive & protective but more able to have her walls down. she IS very responsible & capable of something like that... but i don't know if she'd necessarily enjoy it ? relying on others is something totally new for her in of itself & having another being *DIRECTLY* rely on her is a whole other realm at the point im imagining. so i dont know if she could handle something like that. you could sort of say uzi had a reliance on her in terms of doll being biased towards. not killing her. but that wasn't an issue for doll because uzi wasnt directly there. okay. FOR N? i mean. potentially. he's plenty responsible and capable of allowing others to rely on him but hes also. kind of a pushover still at this point OK IM THINKING WAY TOO HARD ASBOUT THIS I DONT KNOW. I DONT KNOW. IM NOT. IM. SO INEXPERIENCED WITH FANKIDS UM OK WAIT HOLD ON .RIGHT.ok. name. appearance. riught. ok.

name? not sure. i think they'd be named similarly to yeva -- at the very least starting with a y. cyrillic alphabet offers unique names so... i'll call them Y for now

appearance? god ok. im trying to not go full character design & think about shapes. like. within the canon universe... pilot's hat. like, actual pilot's hat not the weird baseball hat that n has. sort of like doll's dad's hat but with goggles. worker drone, very tall like both their parents. short, scruffy, unkempt hair -- neither doll or n are especially good at taking care of their own hair so neither is Y. usually tied up in a little bun & braided though, courtesy of lizzy coming over sometimes. hair's a very dark grey with a tint of red... like a super desaturated clay-brown

personality? very gentle. probably knows the hardships their parents had faced & is grateful for their life despite everything. a bit shy... took doll's "i dont need other people" and n's "i have to sacrifice myself to get other people to be not mean to me" and mixed it into a "other people scare me, so ill stay in my own little world." they're not outwardly very anxious but shy away from big groups & like to stay on their own. they get along better with adults than other kids their age. they don't have a problem with this, but they usually recieve a lot of grief for it because "kids your age should have lots of friends!" and this made them a touch resentful.

interests... probably pretty sporty and good with their hands. wood carving, trinket crafting (eg; jewelry, bracelets, earrings etc) are their forte. they have the worker-drone innate ability to work with technology, but a distinct knack for *older* in-universe technology, like clocks/watches & compasses or even stuff like automatic vacuums or microwaves. they like taking stuff apart and putting it back together (probably something from their uncle/great uncle??? what the fuck would uzi ((transmasc)) and khan be to them. in my family tree uh. okay) they like solo-sports (hiking, fishing, skiing etc)

holy shit this is longer than i thougjt. oaky

[nach0]

ok ok ok ok ok…. gem and ren werewolves on empires and gem is nearly as tall as lizzie when she’s in her wolf form.

also. what if they found the empires while in wolf form?? like they get there and the sun is just setting into a full moon and they don’t see anyone then BOOM they are attacking the empires. would scott be all “you dare not come here, evil beings”? would e!gem want to “teach” them to repress their instincts?

so many thoughts

ANON YES YOUR BRAIN

Hermitcraft!Gem is tall and I will stand by this (Empires!Gem is shorter and very put out) this translates to her wolf from she is Lorge

also you've inspired me have a short writing thing about their arrival:

Gem stood staring at the giant tower from just outside the treeline. It felt so familiar, but none of the other hermits had a similar building style and try as she might she couldn't place it. Her musing was interrupted by Ren, who she followed further into the forest as the sun slowly started to set. He was still mad at her for dragging him through the portal but she couldn't have left him behind.

She shook her head. No time for that now.

The full moon was rising, they could feel it, and they needed to make sure they were as far away from other people as possible. They could talk about everything in the morning, but for now they just had to get through the night.

~

Gem was sitting in her office when she heard two loud howls coming from outside. She didn't think too much of it, Shrub was probably out and about, until the screams started.

She raced out to her balcony to find two giant beasts running through her streets, chasing her citizens and snapping at them. Immediately she equipped her elytra and rocketed down, tapping her communicator desperately. Ringing, ringing, and then-

"Gem, why are you calling me?"

Gem let out a sigh of relief at Scott's voice.

"Scott thank Exor you picked up! I need your help, there are two beasts in my empire and I don't know if I'll be able to hold them off by myself, Fwhip is away and-"

She got cut off by Scott's scoff and she just knew that he would be fixing her with a cold glare if he could.

"Why would I help you Gem? You tried to kill me, you're working for my demon brother, you literally just praised Exor! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hang up now."

Suppressing her immediate response of "you froze me first" Gem's voice turned pleading as she kept her eyes on the monsters. Almost there.

"They're coming after my citizens Scott! My innocent citizens! Whatever problems you have with me, please don't let them suffer for it."

She hung up. She had to focus.

Her first goal was to get everyone out of harms way, whether that be through levitating them over to a further street or by swooping in with her elytra and carrying them herself. She gave everyone instructions to get to shelter and before long the streets were empty, leaving only her and the beasts.

Now that she focused on them she noticed more details that she had previously missed. She had known they were big, sure, but she hadn't realised how big. The brown one was about her height, maybe a little taller, but the orange one was huge, almost as big as the Ocean Queen post transformation. It's fur was a colour almost exactly the shade of her own hair, save for two light brown streaks on the head. Both of their eyes were amber, and Gem was hit with a startling realisation. These were werewolves.

Making up her mind she started casting, trying to fire warning shots to herd them out, but when they kept advancing she had to start attacking them directly, not that her spells did more than knock them back a bit. They managed to get her backed into a corner until a large wall of ice shot up between her and them.

Scott had arrived.

"Scott, don't kill them! They're werewolves, they're not in control, so don't injure them too badly unless they're about to bite you or someone else!"

He just nodded and focused back on the wolves, and soon enough the pair managed to drive them out and back towards the forest. Gem erected a quick ward that would keep them inside but let anyone else out before she turned back to Scott to thank him.

"Thank you for coming Scott, I-"

But she got cut off by an icy glare and the flap of wings as he flew away without a word. She frowned but turned back to her empire. She had to go tell everyone that they could leave, and then in the morning she was going to go find those werewolves.

Me: Yeah I'm going to do a short thing! The 'short' thing: 701 words

anyway that's the twist! Corrupted Gem because I constantly have brainrot and I came up with ideas

I will do more later about them meeting not feral but what a way to be introduced haha

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The Wonders of Ohio P.5

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pairing: draco x reader

request: from 14 year old me babey

warnings: cringe, mentions of drug use, mentions of sex, language, and just bad writing

summary: y/n is in her senior year of high school when she is asked to take on an exchange student from britain that’s a little...different. this is NOT a nonmagic AU. draco is still a wizard and this will become and integral part of the story shortly.

a/n: heyyyy everyone. i graduated from high school this week and i’m posting this as my happy-one-year-to-me. as some of you may know, i posted my very first fic on this day a year ago. i’m really happy to see how i’ve grown since and i’m so lucky to have shared this with all of you. anyways, nittygritty--

this part is really the last slow exposition chapter. chapters 6 on will be a whole whirlwind beginning with homecoming and i hope that you guys are willing to stick around. i promise itll be worth the wait. y/n is going to get the story arc of a lifetime and also please do not hate heather she is just going through it ok 

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The seatbelt buckle scorched the side of Y/N’s exposed neck as she turned to face the disheveled blonde in the passenger seat.

“Do I need to teach you to set an alarm?” 

Draco let out a huff. “Stop. Do you have a….a comb, or a brush, or something here?” His hands looked abnormally fidgety. Their actions were shaky, varying from patting his pockets to running through his hair. He seemed more and more frustrated each time his hands left his pockets empty. 

How curious Y/N thought as she racked her brain for any remembrance of putting a brush in her car. It was always a mess, and she honestly couldn’t blame Draco for assuming that anything could be in there.

“I don’t think there’s one here,” said Y/N, trying to sound at least a little sympathetic despite the fact that his tardiness had them 10 minutes late. “You can look around if you want, king.”

“What’d you call me?” His voice was suddenly sharp and awake.

Y/N rolled her eyes so hard that she thought they’d get stuck in the back of her head. “You don’t--ok. It’s a joke. You can call guys here that.”

“And it means that I’m…?”

“It means I’m acknowledging that you exist, I guess. It’s not like it has a strict negative or positive connotation. Like, I can say ‘Ok king’ to any man telling me something and it can either be sarcastic, or it can be because I don’t know what else to say and just want to let him know I heard him.”

Draco’s eyes looked a tad glazed over when Y/N dared a glance in his direction.

“I know it’s confusing. I’m sorry. I’ll try and ease you into the world of American slang.” 

He granted her a little “uh-huh” before opening up the glovebox with great difficulty and rummaging through the mess. Y/N would’ve felt more embarrassed about the tampon that fell on the ground in the process if he seemed like he actually knew what it was. 

Her attention turned back to the road as Draco continued to sift through things. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything embarrassing hidden away in the corners of her car--after all, it hadn’t been organized since the beginning of summer--and decided that it was better to pretend it wasn’t happening.

It wasn’t the eerie silence that eventually prompted her to turn to look his direction--no, it was the weird energy in the car, like the feeling right before a thunderstorm. All the hair raised on her arms, and she shivered...but it was stifling hot in the car.

“Oh, did you find a brush?” she asked. His hair laid as perfectly as always, but his hands were lying shaking in his lap, palms to the sky. No hairbrush was in sight.

“Er... “ He was paler than usual, which was quite the feat for someone who looked like a ream of paper. “No. Just remembered a trick my father taught me.”

She tensed at the mention of his father--the very first time Draco had done so. “Oh. Okay. Glad you got it figured out, king.”

Her voice lightened on the last word, hoping she could coax a little smile out of him. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Ok.”

oOo

 There were many things Y/N thought she understood, but Draco Malfoy being in her Physics C class was not one of them. She took pity and sat next to him as he fumbled his way through the first lecture. His notes, while neat, were littered with crossed out portions and question marks. 

You do know there’s an eraser on your pencil, right? she jotted on a note that she sent his way. His brow furrowed and he seemed to tap at the end of the eraser for just a few moments before deciding otherwise and xing out another practice problem he’d done incorrectly. Symbols that she’d never seen before were scattered all throughout his notes. 

Maybe the UK kids just learn stuff differently.

By the time that Physics came to an end, Y/N was eager to get away from the storm cloud that was brewing over Draco’s perfectly smoothed and infuriatingly pretty moonbeam colored hair. The amount of attention he was getting from all the other girls made Y/N want to jump off a cliff--suddenly everyone was her “best friend” “just wanting to check up on what happened over summer”. She was grateful to see the face of Lizzy, grinning and looking mischievous during their break period.

“You must be Draco,” said the redhead, a glint in her eyes. He looked a little scared.

“Er...yeah.”

“Mind giving us some privacy? Y/N and I have some urgent matters to discuss,” she continued, looking him up and down. Y/N attempted to ignore the twist in her gut as she watched him swallow and nod, turning away to go brood elsewhere. Once he was out of sight, Lizzy grabbed her arm and yanked her into the girl’s bathroom.

“It’s so funny how he’s following you around like a lost puppy,” Lizzy said. “Also, he’s gorgeous. If you don’t at least try to get some of that, then I’m never trusting your judgement again.”

“But, Li-”

“The boy’s a fucking walking Wattpad story cover. Dark, tragic past, unbelievably sharp jawline, rich parents, exotic accent....honestly, Y/N, I don’t know what else you could want.” 

“Mom literally called him my host brother,” said Y/N. The bathroom was starting to smell suspiciously like cotton candy. “That’s wrong. On so many levels.” 

“But you’re not related!”

“But it’s gross! And predatory! The kid doesn’t even know how to do basic algebra! I’m all he has!” 

Lizzy’s eyebrow found its new home in the middle of her forehead. “You’ve gone absolutely batty if you think that every girl cursed with attraction to men in Cincinnati wouldn’t jump his skin at the chance. Use your head, queenie. He’s not alone. Shoot your shot.”

Y/N opened her mouth to serve back a retort--that was definitely there, thank you very much--but decided against it once she realized that the bathroom had become dead silent. “Um...maybe we can go over this later.” She flickered her eyes over to the line behind them that was now intently hanging on their every word. “I forgot I had to talk to the counselor.”

Lizzy was smirking as they exited the bathroom and began the search for Draco. It didn’t take long--the circle comprised of Heather and her friends was more than enough of a giveaway that he was about. 

“Draco, sorry to make you wait,” Y/N called out. It took all her effort to abstain from cringing as her voice rang out across the group. Heather turned to send her a big smile.

“Hey Y/N! You didn’t tell me that Draco was from London!” 

“He’s not,” she responded. “He’s from Wiltshire.” 

“Wiltshire. Of course. That’s what I meant.”

Draco’s smile was tense as he looked down at Heather--who stood roughly 4 inches below him--but he was smiling, and that wasn’t something that Y/N was on the receiving end of frequently. She didn’t know whether to be offended or relieved.

“I’m sure. Break’s almost over, Draco. I can show you where the English department is before the time is up.” 

 He paused, looking down at the blonde grinning up at him. “Er, actually, Heather already offered to show me around for the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll see you in French.”

Y/N was shocked at the sheer amount of jealousy that rose up in her throat as she turned away and made her way to Art History---the only class Y/N and Draco didn’t share. The walk was strange. Being in solitude after having a gloomy British boy attached to her hip was understandably eerie. Because that’s all it was. Adjustment. Nothing else.

She settled in at a table full of her friends, namely Sylvia. The tall girl was always a bit whimsical, but Y/N found that she was a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. It made sense that Sylvia would take Art History--her dark academic inspired aura and the perpetually hot mug of black coffee just screamed history nut. 

“How’s your new brother?” she asked after the teacher had taken attendance. “I say that because I haven’t heard his name yet.”

“Ick, it’s gross to think of him as my brother,” Y/N responded. “And I know! We need to catch up. I’m sorry about not talking to you for a bit. The time difference was a bit weird during your trip.”

“It’s ok, I get it. I was away on family business, anyways. I didn’t expect you to spend your days staying up until the wee hours of the night to tell me all about your exchange student. Anyways. His name?”

“You’re gonna scream when you hear it, Vie,” she said. “Draco Malfoy. It’s so posh. You have no idea. It definitely suits him, though. He’s very...You good?” 

Sylvia’s olive toned face looked a bit paler than usual. “Yeah. Yeah, I just remembered that I forgot to take the trash out this morning. I’ll have to text my mom about it.” She adjusted the wool cardigan that hung around her shoulders and came up looking composed. “Draco, huh? His parents must hate him.”

“At the very least! He’s so rude. And uptight. I can’t tell if it’s just a Brit thing or if it’s because he’s an asshole.” 

Sylvia laughed. “I mean, when I was there over the summer, it was a different culture for sure. We’re by far louder. But I didn’t meet many mean ones. You must’ve just got a bad apple, then.”

“I guess so. He is pret--”

“Ladies, is there something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?”

“No, Mrs. Jensen,” Sylvia and Y/N said in unison. 

oOo

“Thoughts, king?” 

“I told you not to call me that.” Draco glared at her as he tried to open the passenger side door to find that it was locked tight. “Unlock? Please?”

“And I told you not to get cozy with ASB kids, yet here we are,” said Y/N as she slotted the key into the lock and turned. 

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing. I’m just looking out for you.” She slammed the door shut and threw her bag in the bag. The line of traffic to get out of the school was long and stuffy, and she was eager to just get it over with.

The wait was so hot that Draco peeled off his stupid formalish jacket that was on thin ice of being called a blazer and probably worth more than her car. Y/N tried to look away as his hair became slightly ruffled, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away. It was endearing, almost, how someone who could look so posh and serious could have ruffly hair--and hair that naturally light, too. She had asked him one night if it was dyed, and he scowled at her and told her the grammatically correct term was dead, and that his hair was alive, just like the rest of him, thank you very much. She dropped it. 

Y/N finally rolled down her window after the AC simply refused to satisfy her, and the wind was a nice reminder to keep in her own lane. Draco was beautiful. There was no other way to put it. He had a feel of power to him, like he was capable of anything but just held it back. But he was just as inaccessible as he was pretty, and there was nothing she could do about that.

“Y/N?” He asked after a few moments of sitting in silence. “What’s Homecoming?” 

“Who told you about that?” 

“Heather. She asked if I had a date. Is that like a ball here?”

“She asked you if you had a date on the first day?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. ASB kids never do sleep, huh.” 

“What?”

“Homecoming isn’t a ball. It’s like a...an…” Y/N paused as she saw Draco raise his eyebrows. “It’s, like, uh….Well I guess it is like a ball. An American one, though. Way less extravagant. It’s an excuse to get dressed up and run around the city. There technically is a dance, and all the ASB kids have to go, but literally no one else does but the underclassmen. Normally I go out with my friends and a date to somewhere fun and take pictures. And then get trashed afterwards.”

“Classy,” said Draco. “I think you can go now.”

A honk behind her emphasized his point as the space in between her and the car in front widened substantially. 

“Thanks. Anyways, it’s not really a big deal. I’d suggest not going with Heather so you can skip out on the dance portion. Or if you want to go with her, get her to come with us into Cincinnati because I am not going to spend my last homecoming watching a grind circle.” 

“A...what circle? And I don’t want to go with her.”

The relief Y/N felt was embarrassing. “Um...better if you don’t worry about it. You have a long time to figure it out anyways.”

He seemed satisfied with that answer, propping his elbow up on the center console. The pristine button up he was wearing had ridden up, exposing the pale skin and the bottom of the tattoo she had seen a hint of earlier. “Do you have a date?”

“Um. No, not yet. I don’t think anyone except for couples do yet. We have until the end of this month to figure it out, so I’m not too worried about it.”

He nodded as Y/N’s car finally left the school parking lot and began picking up speed. 

“I’m assuming you had balls? At your posh boarding school?” 

“Er…” Draco ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it further. “We only had one. It was when I was 14. We called it the Yule Ball.”

“Why only one?”

“It was for a special occasion. We had two other schools join us as well. It was quite a good time.”

“So every student only has one ball in their lifetime?”

“Of course not. Some of us--the ones from old families--have events like that regularly.”

“I’m sorry if this is overstepping my bounds,” began Y/N, noticing how he tensed up, “So you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. But, I’m just wondering, what is your family like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like are they nice?”

“Oh.” The line in his forehead relaxed. “No. They wouldn’t like you.”

“Glad to hear it,” she said. “Do you like them?”

She heard the breath hitch in his throat. “I don’t know anymore.”

“I’m sure it’s hard to think about it when you feel like they’ve just shipped you off without anyone,” she added. “I’m really sorry, Draco. I know I’ve been a bit mean to you. I know that I’ll never be able to understand what you’re going through right now.”

The slight smile that spread across his face would’ve knocked her to her knees if she wasn’t already sitting down. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

The silence that awaited them for the rest of the journey was comfortable.

oOo

School began to pick up the pace after the first few days. Y/N got into the swing of homework and her extracurricular workload. Draco was having a bit more difficulty, she presumed, but he’d never admit to it. She took pity one evening and gave him her laptop opened to a Khan Academy tab for Physics and was pleased to see that he showed up to class the next day with completed homework. He asked to borrow her laptop on a much more frequent basis after that. 

The routine they settled into had her heart leaping into her chest almost constantly--they’d eat breakfast together at the table, Y/N would try to ignore how pretty he looked across the table as they shared a pot of black tea (earl grey, which Y/N was thrilled to learn was his favorite as well), they’d get in the car, she’d write him notes in physics to help him (even though he never asked, he always smile and give a little shake of his head before unfolding them and intently staring at her writing), they’d drive home together and bitch about their French teacher, he’d retire to his room and do whatever pretty blonde Brits do in the afternoon, they’d meet unexpectedly at the same time in the late evening to have a final cup of tea, and then they’d go to bed and do it all over again. 

It was difficult for her to admit, but Y/N was falling very quickly for Draco. It was gross, and wrong, and manipulative, and completely against the code of conduct for exchange families, but she couldn’t help but spend her days fantasizing about how his gold-spun hair would feel as she ran her fingers through it or how gently she’d trace her fingers around the tattoo on the soft flesh of his forearm…

But Y/N knew those thoughts weren’t right. And they would go away. Eventually. 

“How’s it going?” Sylvia asked, effectively snapping her out of her thoughts. The Art History sub told them to go into independent study, whatever that meant. Y/N was not very good at either of those words.

“Pretty good. I can’t believe it’s been 3 weeks already,” she said. “It’s gonna be Halloween before we know it.”

“I can’t fucking waitttt,” said Sylvia. “I’m gonna be Wednesday Addams.”

“Again?”

“What else would I be? I get a new high collared black dress every year. It’d be a shame if it were going to go to waste. What are you gonna be?”

“One of the thousands of students finishing their UChicago ED app hours before the deadline.”

“You’re kidding. Can’t you just finish it the day before?”

“Where’s the fun in that? And, plus, I don’t have an idea as cool as Wednesday.”

Sylvia smirked as she opened up her planner and began to jot down something. “How’s Draco doing? I haven’t seen much of him lately. It seems like he never hangs out with us at break anymore.”

“Yeah, I ended up getting him connected with the Physics teacher. He’s getting tutored now. He thinks it’s all bullshit, but I don’t want to be the reason he doesn’t get into a good school.”

“Is that all you care about?” She smiled at Y/N. “Lizzy was telling me that you’re interested in him.”

“First of all, keep your voice down. Second of all, I’m not supposed to be, so I’m not.” Y/N hoped that the edge in her voice was convincing enough.

Her friend raised her eyebrows so dramatically that her glasses nearly slipped off her nose. “Y/N, who’s gonna hear about it. You guys are both going away at the end of the year anyways, and I’m sure he’s not going to be writing to his dear mum about his love life. If it’s consensual, there’s nothing wrong with it. I think it’d be good for both of you.”

“I see that, but let’s put me in his shoes right now.” Y/N shuffled in her seat and clasped her hands. “I’m rich. I’m British. I’m very hot. My parents throw extravagant balls for me and I kiss pretty girls that say water like ‘wota’. I’ve spent my life in silk and I only drink the finest teas. My family is so important that I had to be shipped off halfway across the world just to be safe. And now my incredibly expensive life has reached a peak because I’m sleeping with a random girl in Ohio that has run approximately 4 stop signs since I’ve met her.”

“You’re sleeping with Draco?” 

Y/N turned to see Lauren, a wide-eyed, obnoxious, but well meaning girl staring at her. She heard Sylvia stifle a laugh behind her. “No. I was kidding.” The smile that she followed with was awkward and showed way too many teeth. 

“Oh, okay,” said Lauren. “Do you know if he likes anyone?”

Sylvia’s smirk widened.

“No, actually, he’s a pretty private guy.” Y/N sent her another tense smile, and Lauren finally turned away.

“Jealous, huh?”

“Shut up, Vie. You know I wouldn’t go for him. Even if I had the chance.”

She just raised an eyebrow and smiled. 

The afternoon brought its own set of struggles. Their French teacher had blown up at another student who had been caught cheating on their last test, and it was all Y/N could do but hold back her snickers until they were out in the parking lot.

“I can’t believe they still managed to conjugate their cheat sheet wrong.” Y/N was gasping for breath as she unlocked the car door and threw her stuff inside. Draco was watching from the passenger seat, his lips in a soft upturn. “Can you imagine? Oh my god.”

He just shook his head and turned to look out the window, but she could see the smile slowly stretching across his face. “Ridiculous. You could totally tell Monsieur enjoyed it, too. I bet he gets off on making kids like Joey cry.”

“I had a teacher like that,” he started. “He was a Poti-a chemistry teacher.”

“Oh? Did he ever attack you?”

“No. He liked me. Family friends and all.”

“Ah. I almost forgot that your family was rich and influential. Thanks for the reminder.” She reached across and lightly punched his shoulder. His smile, though still remaining, seemed to shrink. “Hey, what’s that in your bag?” 

Y/N motioned to the cardstock peeking out of his nondescript black backpack that always seemed to fit more than it was meant to. She could make out a few words written in what looked like a bright red sharpie--something that did not exactly scream Draco Malfoy aesthetic.

He froze up. “Er. It’s from Heather. I think she called it a Homecoming ask?”

Y/N’s throat dried up to the point that no words would willingly make the climb from her diaphragm to her tongue; instead, she settled for giving him a little nod and what she hoped was a convincing smile.

“I told her I’d think about it,” he continued. “I remember you saying that the school dances sucked. So I let her know that I wasn’t sure yet.”

She nodded again. “Super cool. You can do whatever you want, though. You can come with my group if you’d like, but you’re welcome to go with Heather’s.”

“What? So you aren’t coming with me if I go with Heather?”

“Fuck no, dude. I don’t hate her, but I would way prefer to spend a night with my friends than some girl from my French class that only talks to me because she thinks you’re hot.” 

The expression Draco made reminded Y/N that he would never get comfortable with American girls calling him hot. “Ok. Have you found a date yet?”

“Chad from Econ asked me yesterday.”

“Is that why my seat was covered in glitter?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going with him?” Draco’s hand was clenched tight in a fist in his lap.

“I think so,” said Y/N, steeling herself and deciding to just go for it. “But, of course, if you asked me I would say no to Chad. Just out of principle. I am supposed to be your tour guide, after all.”

The only parts of him moving were the few stray wisps of his hair being pushed around by the AC going. 

“But that’d be weird. I’d only expect you to take that up if you really didn’t want to go to the dance itself.” She swallowed and pulled out onto the main street, putting distance between them and the school. He was silent for a few moments. The quiet, normally comfortable between them, was stifling and strange. She pretended to ignore the way he was fiddling with his cuffs. 

“Yeah, it could be,” was all he said before slumping against the window and closing his eyes.

Mrs. Y/L/N was sitting at the head of the coffee table when the two arrived home, carding between a stack of letters in front of her. The mug of something--probably that new decaf blend she hadn’t stopped raving about--was sitting lopsided on a coaster, just barely about to topple off the edge. She looked like she hadn’t moved for hours, the novel she had been previously reading sat face down to preserve the spot next to her no doubt lukewarm drink.

“Hey Mom,” Y/N said as she set her keys down. “Anything good?”

She looked up, her expression morphing from startled to happy. “Other than the college brochures? Nothing, except...hm, what’s this?”

Her well manicured hand pulled at a crimson envelope, with sloping writing that seemed to shimmer in the light. 

To the Y/L/N Family, it read. The loopiness of the writing looked like it wiggled at the ends, but that had to be a trick of the light. It was dim in the kitchen during afternoons, after all. 

“It looks cool, open it u--”

“No!”

Draco’s voice had never sounded so loud as it did then as he lunged across the kitchen, snatching it out of her mother’s hand and clutching it to his chest. “Er, it’s for me. I recognize the handwriting.”

 “Cool, see you later,” said Y/N. She was up the stairs and slamming her door before either of her housemates could say another word. After the horrible embarrassment that was technically Draco’s rejection, she needed to be alone. 

Even burying her face into her pillow and squeezing her eyes shut didn’t keep the scenes from their car ride at bay. She had been so stupid, so stupid. Why did she even think he wanted that? He was her brother, after all. Oh god, does he think we’re all from Alabama or something?

She wallowed for a few more mournful minutes before deciding that she had to pick herself up and handle it like an adult. After all, she was going to be 18 in just a few months. There was no excuse for her to act like a child anymore. And, plus, it wasn’t like she couldn’t just play this off as a pity invite. Yes,that’s what she’d frame this as if he ever asked her about it again. She felt bad for him was all it was. 

Once satisfied with her internal dialogue, she rolled out of bed and made for the foyer where her bag was still on the table. She’d first walk on Legos barefoot before she had to let a stupid boy--especially one that didn’t know how to turn on their shower and had to ask for her help every time--come between her and her 4.0. Never.

Her thoughts were cut short, however, when she heard a new sound from his side of the hallway. She froze, listening closely. 

Draco was crying.

[unikornu]

Man now I wanna talk bosses, what do you think of the Nuka World bosses? What does Lucy think?

Alright, let’s go (i will swear a bit and not go fully serious all the time). I won’t push theories either, just some thoughts based on my oc personality and so on.

Nisha: 

Lucy: “Oh just kill that fucker already, instead of surviving you are just making a mess.”

She doesn’t have respect for killers like her. If you want to kill someone just do it fast and be done with it. The fact that her and disciples suck pleasure from just pure torturing their victims is a sin even for her and comparing her with other bosses she seems to just kill for killing, nothing else, pure  psychopathic cut-throat like she is described. Also you can read a lot from ones eyes and face expression and with her and the rest its impossible since they hide behind their masks all the time, Lucy hates it when she cannot read other people since you can easily fake your voice tone. Their base is a mess, the way they fight is a mess and she cannot really understand what aside from murderding is her goal. She is also very proud and confident in herself person, thinking she is the best one out there and the only thing stopping her from being a boss herself is some remaining feeling of decency for some base rules that has been made between gangs but she doesn’t deny there weren’t accidents. But being like that is something that doesn’t really adds to “trust” feeling of Lucy towards her, especially threatening her from the very start is already a taunt for future fight. Besides i don’t believe Nisha wouldn’t actually change her mind and put all rules aside at some point anyway, its just the way she is. Despite her past and her parents being killed by the raider who took her under his wing and then abandoned Lucy just cannot dig out any sympathy towards her. She is a killer too but she killed for money or to shake some political corrupted figures, not because she had pleasure in it. Job has to be done and that’s it. Nisha is probably an example of going even deeper into the darker side that Lucy wouldn’t want to end up with so she decides to destroy her in the end. 

Me, personally, Unicornu - she has an interesting concept but i just never got to like her for some reason, no matter how many times i did nuka world, if they would add some remaining “humanity” under that psycho skin maybe. P.s Dixie is even worse than her i think, jezzus. Savoy seems cool but he is like a dog there, just following orders and probably getting a free fuck on a way. Theres not much about him but i know someone who wrote a whole pieces with him - which is: nuka-after-dark.  

Mags Black:

Lucy: “She’s ok, i like the way she works but she could lose that broom from her ass and live a little”

Now now, Operators and their place is what brushes Lucy the right way, bringing some memories from pre-war. They are a bit stiff and fancy but it doesn’t disturb her as long as Mags goals stay on making the caps and bringing more deals into the Nuka Town. Let’s state it, Lucy also likes money, cash and riches. You know how they say that money won’t bring you happiness but she would rather cry in a nice expensive car. Something like this. Anyway, Mags along with her brother and Lizzie had crime in their nature from the very young age and they seem a bit more normal in their approach as oppose to Nisha. They are organized, they don’t go openly into the conflict and always gather a lot of data. For Lucy this is the best and right approach and choosing her as the leading gang in her opinion will benefit the Nuka World most in terms of caps. I’m sure she wouldn’t even mind losing the collars on traders if that would mean bringing more tourists. After the powering plant, Mags having a talk about just accepting your nature slides into her like a hot knife in a butter. Lucy was denying herself at early age that there is some justice left and she could bring it the harmless way but she got wronged and understood the corruption will crawl on everyone anyway and the only way to survive out there is to accepting your true nature so she can relate to that in a way. The only time Mags is annoying her is her stiffness and coldness as oppose to Lucy who likes to loose breaks from time to time, keeps the mind more relaxed. She would convince her to organize some “party” at Parlor but its still so official and boring that to make things more fun people just end up beating each other.

My opinion: Like i said in tags before, i don’t believe she wanted to be a raider but because parents did cut them from money and they were always being pulled towards crime, having no regrets there was no place for them in Commonwealth so to survive they created a gang. Npc’s always say like Mags, William and Lizzie don’t seem like born into this life but they still do hell of a job so that would also point that they didn’t choose to be raiders but what other choice they had. They want money and they will get it one way or another and i kind of like it. At least Mags has some holotapes and backstory so i can hang on to her better in a way.

Mason The Alpha:

Lucy: “He said he isn’t my friend after all i did but i’m sure he has my back anyway, as long as i stand tall and confident” 

Lucy has a lot of respect in the way he holds his gang along with his position. As oppose to Nisha and Mags even if its not visible i’m sure he needs to keep himself one way or another on top while constantly dealing with other raiders questioning him and trying to get a throne for themselves either by fighting him or trying to poison him or something, and that my friend needs some balls. She doesn’t believes Mason is stupid. He must have known some psychology and read a lot of books about human society and animal ladder kingdom to get where he got aside from pushing all his effort into building muscles. As oppose to Mags he knows how to have fun and surely loves parties in the theater.  And as oppose to Nisha also has more focus on job being done rather than making a mess. He keeps his place clean, despite being full of animals, she notices it (as oppose to some bloody ass disciples butcher cave). Lucy knows behind all that paint and bones lies a curious and smart man who chose the life he chose for one reason or another, that is not known but maybe once she gets his full trust and support he shall open that big hairy chest of his and share his secret (i won’t come with a theory on my own yet). The only problem she would have with Mason is the constant thought of keeping her looks on point, strong and confident, otherwise she fears he will start questioning her position and smell some weakness so to have a loyalty of the Pack she needs to always be on a good terms with Mason but her playful part of nature only helps with that. He and his gang are best suited for taking over settlements and fighting in general, they are brave, strong, fierce and just charge onward, no regrets or second thoughts whatsoever, and that howling on a battlefield, man. Sure would send some shivers. But Lucy keeps them as the second in charge gang because the profit and caps are still more important and she prefers to keep business organized and clean without scaring the tourists and traders.  

My opinion: Now that’s how you make a cool npc. He is strong, funny, confident and keeps to some base unbreakable rules. Pretty balanced, my only complain is again about lack of backstory. Like wouldn’t be it interesting finding some notes or Mason diary how he just puts on a show and really is actually fucking soft and calm man. And he did tarred and feathered other alphas because he read about it in a book again and that made him avoid the killing or something. Its hard to say but he is interesting and i would love to find out more.  

So shortly what Lucy thinks at the end in a goofy way:

Nisha <-- has to go, proud and dangerous as hell, trust is no option, hides face all the time and will try to kill her no matter what. Dislikes her methods and the way she kills. Her cave is a fucking mess and that doesn’t help at all.

Mags <--- good approach, caps, caps, caps and fancy shit, keeps the town organized, has a lot of secrets gathered on terminal, can trust her later on, a bit stiff but that’s bearable. And she has Lizzie with who she makes friends. William has a crush on Lucy. Family full of fancy bitches. Lucy’s one herself so yeah...

Mason <--- respectable as hell, sure smart but hides it, unbreakable and fierce at the battlefield, cool paint, best buddy to drink and party, sure has some cool pre-war furry scarfs in the backstage, loves to have him around for protection, like a big older brother, squishing Gage if he hurts her feelings. Wishes to gets his full trust at some point and gain his friendship but that might be against his rules.

[luv4fandoms]

You Belong To Me (Pennywise x OC) CH 3

Finally out here with Chapter 3! More Pennywise in this chapter!

Ch 1

Masterlist

Warnings: Cussing

Word count: 3,003

Jingling, that was the noise that filled my ears in the darkness of the room. The light ringing sound getting louder in tandem with what sounded like footsteps. Footsteps so light one wouldn't normally be able to hear if they weren't hyper aware of every noise in the room. The rustling of fabric accompanied the jingle and footsteps, the sound just as light as the movements. Opening my eyes I looked into the darkness, knowing full well what was happening. I had always been a lucid dreamer, being able to control and interact with the entities that showed themselves, I wondered for a moment what this one would be.

"Hello?" I asked into the darkness, the movement stopping upon my question, before a cheery laugh filled the silence.

"Hiya Lizzie!" The voice called out, the tone wavering before cheerful and something else.

"Who are you?" I asked, staring into the darkness, my voice a flat tone, I had dealt with things too many times to get affected anymore.

"Why I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" It replied, jingling upon its exclamation.

"A clown? That's new" I replied, still looking into the dark.

"You gonna just sit in the dark or?"

"Oh Pennywise doesn't want to scare you no he doesn't" 

"You won't" I told him

"Promise promise?" He asked

"Promise promise" I smiled

"Oh...Well ok then" he spoke, before the figure slowly emerged from the shadows. A tall, lean figure, his height causing him to loom over my bed. Silken silver clown costume draped from his figure, white ruffles blending with his white neck and face paint. Pops of red on his costume complementing his pouty red lips and red lines that ran over his cheeks and eyes. Fiery orange hair tufted up and to the sides, and baby blue eyes stared at me as I took his figure in.

"See, not scary," I told him.

"You don't find ole Pennywise scary?" He asked, head tilting, causing the bells on his costume to jingle.

"Not at all" I replied with a smile

"Not at all?" He asked, to which I just shook my head, he stared at me for a moment, before he smiled...But this smile wasn't a normal smile, this smile revealed two rows of very long, very sharp teeth.And for the first time ever in a lucid dream, my brain registered danger.

"You still don't find me scary Lizzie?" He asked, voice no longer a cheery tone, now it held malicious teasing, as if it already knew the answer. What the hell was this thing? No ghost had ever showed itself like this. I opened my mouth to answer but suddenly found myself on my back, it's figure straddling my waist as it's hands found my throat.The pressure on my throat was very real as it started to cut off my oxygen, and I realized in that moment that this thing was no dream. Reaching up, I tried to pry it's gloved hands off, but that only caused the being to let out another cheery laugh at my failed attempt.

"What's wrong little one? Don't you wanna play with ole Pennywise anymore?" He asked, drool dripping from his lip to my cheek as I continued to try to pry his hands off. Truth be told, I wasn't afraid of the being, I was afraid of the very real threat it represented. 

"There it is, that deeeeliciousss smell of feeeear" he stated, head dipping beside mine while he inhaled deeply, hair brushing against my cheek, a deep growl emanating from his throat. 

"I'm not afraid of you" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"You're not afraid of me?" He asked, voice high pitched and mocking.

"I'm not afraid of you asshole!" I said as sternly as I could with the lack of oxygen, but what my voice lacked in finality, my eyes made up for with an unintimidated glare. He stared into my eyes, yellow orbs growing orange as he became more and more angry, he stared at me as if searching for something, a crack in my resolve perhaps? But when he found none, he let out another growl, this one reminding me of a large cat ready to kill, setting my hair on ends. I watched as his mouth opened more, rows upon rows of sharp teeth protruding from his jaws, before he jolted forward, teeth sinking into my shoulder, tearing the flesh as white hot pain shot through my body.

The scream ripped from my throat before I even registered it, the wet feeling of blood trickling down my skin and onto my pillow, it's teeth felt like needles and serrated knives at the same time as it tore further into my flesh, before slowly removing them. He moved to meet my eyes once more, long, inhuman tongue licking the blood from his teeth, now just the one row of long pointed teeth. He smiled again, slowly releasing my neck, allowing me to gasp for air as he jumped off the bed, my form bouncing as I reached up to grab my wound, watching as the being retreated back into the shadows with another cheery laugh, the bells jingling once more before all was silent. I stared at where he disappeared, watching in case he appeared again, but instead I watched as a single red balloon drifted out, the string slowly dragging the ground as it moved or beside my bed, I realized that the balloon looked just like the one in the alley. It slowly came to a halt right beside me, my eyes never leaving it, when suddenly it burst.

My body jolted up in bed as I looked around, morning light filtering in through the curtains alerting me of what I already knew.

"It was just a dream" I sighed, my heart slowing down as I stared at the mirror across from the bed. My vision dulled from sleep while my mind raced through everything that just happened, that had been the most real any lucid dream had been, and why a clown? I hadn't been afraid of clowns since I was six. Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair, wincing when it drug across my shoulder...my shoulder. 

I bolted to the mirror and pulled my hair away from my skin, only now seeing the deep blue and purple bruise that surrounded the very large, very real, bitemark. The holes were not those of human teeth, and there were far too many, reaching up I gently touched the angry red marks, already scabbing over, and winced once more.

"What the ever loving fuck?" I breathed, still looking at the wound.

'That thing could have actually killed me' 

I quickly made my way around the house, I know that I needed to go to town for groceries and things if I were to stay here awhile, but right now I just wanted to get out of the house. I wasn't used to being extremely concerned about an entity, but something told me that this guest wasn't like my others. Grabbing my keys, I made my way out to my car, climbing in and putting the keys in the ignition, but stopping when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over at the house but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, shaking my head I pulled off onto the road and headed for the town. My mind went over my encounter, I had never had an entity cause actual harm, usually I was able to block them enough so that didn't happen, but that clown...It was stronger than anything I had encountered before, but I knew that I couldn't let it know that. If I let it know that it had power over me it will only get worse. 

The ride to town was short, and luckily the grocery store was easy to find. I grabbed a cart on my way in and started filling it with this and that, taking my mind off of the morning encounter. 

Halfway through my shopping trip though I began to feel like I was being followed, glancing around I noticed a young blonde girl around my age who had been on the other aisle.

'You're just paranoid, there are other people shopping, no one is following you' I shook my head and made my way to the next aisle, almost running into an older red haired woman who I had seen shopping as well, she looked like she was around the same age as grandma, while she looked me up and down before smiling, I smiled back and began to go around her but she spoke up before I was too far away. 

"Excuse me, are you related to Diana Warner?" Stopping, I turned around and nodded.

"I'm her granddaughter" I smiled, causing a wide smile to spread across her lips.

"I knew it, you remind me of her" she replied.

"Cassandra Rosenburg" she added, holding out her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you" I replied, shaking her hand, but feeling a surge of energy spike through my arm, raising every hair on the back of my neck, if she felt it too she didn't act like it. 

"Ah there she is, this is my daughter Luna, Luna this is Diana's granddaughter…" 

"Elizabeth Mills" I smiled, noticing it was the same blonde girl from the other aisle.

"Nice to meet you" Luna replied, a clearly fake smile on her lips,  

"You too...So you two knew my grandmother?" I asked, looking between the two women.

"Oh yes, Diana was a dear friend of ours...A sister you could say, we had been close since she and I were both children." Cassandra explained. 

"I seem to be running into a lot of grandma's old friends" I chuckled.

"Oh? Who else have you run into?" She asked, seemingly very intrigued by the information.

"Oh um, Mike Hanlon" I told her, watching as she slightly relaxed.

"Mike, such a sweetheart" she smiled

"He is" I nodded

"So how old are you dear?" Cassandra asked

"Just recently turned twenty seven" I replied 

"Twenty seven you say" she nodded, pausing for a moment before adding

"Same age as my Luna" she smiled.

"Oh cool, you're the first person I've met that's my age" I chuckled.

"Yeah, not too many young people here" Luna replied unenthusiasticly. 

"So are you staying with family?" Cassandra asked, gesturing towards my full basket.

"Oh no, actually, grandma left me her house, so I figured I would stay here for a bit" I explained.

"Oh that's just like Diana, always thinking of others. So you haven't decided if you'll stay long term?"

"Not yet" I chuckled

"I guess if a reason to stay comes up I will" I smiled

"Well here's to hoping for a long stay, but we'll let you get back to your shopping dear but we must have lunch one day" Cassandra smiled.

"That would be nice" I smiled back, still a bit unsure of the woman but trying not to judge too much, maybe she was just quirky like grandma, after all she said they were like sisters.

"We'll be in touch, you have a nice day sweetheart"

"You too" I smiled, watching as the two women headed towards the checkout, though I could still feel the energy surging through me. I had yet to encounter anything like that, even having a ghost pass through you doesn't give you that sort of a jolt, a cold chill and maybe the feel of static electricity sure, but nothing like that.

'Why do I feel like there were parts of grandma's life no-one knew about?' I wondered, turning around and continuing my shopping...Until I felt it again, that sense of someone watching me. I quickly spun around and looked at the registers, but Cassandra and Luna had vanished, having already checked out I suppose. But the feeling didn't leave, even as I looked around and noted that no one was staring at me, it was like something was right behind me, but moved with me so to stay undetected. Quickly pushing the basket forward I rounded the next corner, determined to get my shopping done and leave as soon as possible. The feeling wasn't threatening, at least not towards me, but it was an angry aura that was almost palpable. Looking up at the top shelf I groaned noticing that there was one lone box of my preferred cereal, but too far out of my reach.

"Great" I sighed, beginning to stand on my tiptoes, I reached as far as I could but just as my fingers grazed it, another hand grabbed it. My head snapped back, looking at the figure who smiled at me.

"Mike" I smiled back.

"You looked like you could use some help" he laughed.

"Thanks, I don't know why they think everyone is six foot tall" I chuckled, taking the box as he handed it to me.

"Stocking up I see" he nodded towards my basket.

"Yup, figured if I'm staying for a bit I might as well get the essentials" I replied, before suddenly feeling the aura again, this time far more intense, almost like it was wrapping around me. 

"Always a smart idea" he added, I simply nodded, almost choking on how thick the aura was becoming when suddenly a ring broke through the silence. The aura released, seemingly backing away as I reached for my back pocket, looking down at the screen I let out another groan, it was my cousin, which could only mean one thing. 

"Hello?"

"Just wanted to let you know that we are here and mom and dad are raiding your house, along with aunt Jane and uncle Hank" her voice spoke over the phone. My cousin Samantha and I had been close ever since we were kids, we were always the odd kids so we grew close quickly. 

"I'm on my way, make sure they at least leave me a bed" I told her.

"I'll try my best" and with that the line went silent.

"Trouble?" Mike asked, clearly concerned.

"Family" I replied

"Come to raid grandma's home" I added, turning my cart towards the checkout.

"I better let you go then, I hope they leave you a house" Mike stated.

"I hope so too, nice seeing you again" I smiled. Luckily checking out didn't take long and before I knew it I was parked in my driveway along with two other cars.

"How bad is the damage so far?" I asked Sam while she took another drag from her cigarette. 

"Well I think you'll still have most of your appliances" she told me.

"So I'll still be able to live at least" 

"Elizabeth!" Aunt Jane's voice rang out like nails on a chalkboard.

"Yeah?" I called back, already quite over my family's visit.

"Where is the key to the attic?" 

"Don't know, grandma didn't leave it where I can find it, will probably have to have one made" I told her, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Of course, well when you get it open call me, I want to know what's in it" she stated before disappearing inside again. I watched as they brought out lamps, and pictures, a few books and a lot of grandma's antiques.

"No doubt to sell em" Sam spoke, putting out her cigarette.

"No doubt, can you imagine being that petty?" I asked, watching as Sam's parents loaded up their car.

"Never, but then again you know me, I'm the blacksheep" she replied.

"You and me both" I laughed.

"Rather be proud of my wool than try to bleach it like they do" she nodded towards our family.

"Ain't that the truth" I sighed, watching as she lit another cigarette.

"You know those will kill you" I chuckled.

"Don't try to mom me, we're the same age" she smiled.

"Exactly, only twenty seven, stop while you can" I smiled back, earning an eye roll which stopped suddenly and looked behind me.

"Well hello there" she spoke lowley, I turned around, my eyes falling on a man who stood at the end of the driveway, looking up at the house. He appeared to be around my age, short dark brown hair slicked back to show a sharp jawline and high cheekbones under his sunglasses. His black v-neck shirt peaked out from under his black jacket, and black jeans fitted against long legs accenting his height. 

"Who is that?" Sam asked, but I could only shake my head. I felt like I was being drawn to the stranger, a feeling of knowing and yet unknowing as I looked at him.

"Well go figure it out" Sam stated, nudging my arm, and I found my body moving before I even registered it.

"Hello" I spoke up once reaching the end of the driveway. His head lowered as he looked down at me, I only realized his true height once I got close enough.

"Hello" he smiled, his voice smooth and almost in a way, familiar...Why was it familiar? We stared at each other for what felt like a long time before I finally found my voice again.

"Sorry about all the noise" I thumbed back towards the house.

"They'll be leaving soon...Hopefully" I added.

"Don't worry about it" he replied

"I just figured I would come see what all the fuss was about at Diana's house, I live nearby"

"Oh, yeah um...just family invading a bit before they leave me alone" I laughed lightly.

"You're Diana's family?" He asked

"Granddaughter" I smiled.

"Oh you're Elizabeth, she talked about you often" he replied, a smile gracing his full lips, why was this man so gorgeous? God help me if he takes off his sunglasses. 

"That's what everyone has told me" I laughed

"It's very nice to meet you mr…" I trailed off.

"Oh! Robert" he held out his hand.

"Robert Gray...But everyone calls me Bob" he smiled.

Hope you enjoyed chapter 3! There is plenty to come! Let me know what you think!

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 85: Property Of...

Sunday, December 31st, 1989

"Why can't we just meet up after our separate New Years party!?" I yelled to Nikki sitting at my vanity applying my make up.

"Because I want to spend New Years eve and New years with you before I head back on tour!" He yelled back from my living room.

"Ugh my God." I growled in annoyance.

I had a New Years party that I wanted to attend with my friends Rachel, Jade and some other girlies. We were going to go to a pub. But as soon as I showed Nikki what I was going to be wearing, all hell broke loose. It was a loose fitted silver dress with a bare back. It became a choice of him coming with me to the pub with his friends or me go to his party. Well obviously, I'm going to choose his party, I don't want my friends seeing me with Nikki just yet. They would never let me hear the end of it. I know what you guys are thinking... Iman you are being a b***h, well I'm still working on not listening or caring about what other people have to say about me and my choices. I promise you I will get there.

"What kind of music are they going to be playing there?" I complain as I drag my feet all the way to the living room.

"What do you think?" Nikki says sitting on my couch and staring at my TV changing the channels. 

"Rock is boring." I huff.

"Mani s-" He turns to me and stops talking when he sees me standing by the wall looking at him. He looks me up and down with a sly smirk starting to form on his face. "And you want me to let you go to a pub dressed like that?" 

"Well...yes." I folded my arms and sneered.

"Are you even wearing panties?" He questions.

"Yes Nik." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not trashy."

He scoffed then got off the couch and walked towards me. He lifted my dress up and saw that I was wearing a black G string then let it fall back down.

"Happy." I said sarcastically. "Mani, you just want to go there so you can dance with different guys." Nikki said crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't listen to reggae, but I know how girls dance when it comes on."

"No, I don't, and that's all music Nikki. Girls grind on guys with what ever is playing."

"Well you can go to the pub, but I'm coming too. And so are the rest of the Motley boys and some other rockers." He grins smugly.

"Rrrrrr Nikki." I whine.

"Your ass belongs on my crotch and mine only."

"Oh my God Nikki." I chuckle humorously and hide my face.

"Yeah that's what I thought." He scoffs.

He moves towards me then wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You want me to grind on your crotch?" I whisper seductively while kissing his lips and rubbing my pelvic against his crotch.

"Don't tease me." He warns with a smile on his face. I turn around and slowly lift my dress up and start grinding my behind against his crotch. I felt his hand slowly move up my thighs all the way up to my heat. He leaned his head close to my ear and started biting and sucking on it causing me to moan. "No one else can have this." He growled in my ear as he firmly squeezed my ass.

"You want this?" I breathlessly ask as I grind harder on his crotch.

"Fuck yes." He breathlessly groaned as he bucked his hips so that his hard cock could grind against my ass.

"Then let me please go to my New Years party?" I breathlessly ask as I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck and pulled him close to my lips.

"You wanna go to your party?" He asks between kisses while one hand rubs my boob and the other hand rubs in between my legs.

"Yes, baby I do." I whisper.

"Nope.... get on your heels, let's go." Nikki says casually as he spanks my ass and walks towards the door laughing.

"A hole." I groan as I pull my dress back down.

"I heard that!"

______

Nikki pulled into the parking lot of the venue. I felt a bit nervous about being at this party.

"You ok?" Nikki asks as he touches my hand.

"Is... are Tommy and Heather going to be here?"

He sighs and rubs his hair. "Yeah they are but I explained to Heather that you did what you did because of me. And Tommy's sorry."

"Nik, I feel like I don't want-"

"Princess come on, this is our first New Years together let's have fun. Please." He pleaded making a pouty face.

"Fiiiiiine." I groan.

He gets out of the car and opens the door for me and we both walk in hand in hand. I was very nervous about seeing Heather, all I kept thinking about is if she was going to make a scene. Would she embarrass me, yell at me, snub me? I hope she does not do any one of those things. I would never be able to show my face around Nikki's friends if she does. Well...that might be a good thing.

"Hi Mr. Sixx, you're looking good and your lady is absolutely lovely." The bouncer says as he moves the rope to let us walk by.

"Thank you." Nikki responds, as he pulls me close to him. "A lot of guys are going to be staring at you, so I want you to stay close to me."

"Well obviously Nikki." I snort. "I don't trust rockers."

"They're not all bad."

"True." I shrug. "I guess I'm just basing it off of what I went through with you."

We walk inside the party and I look around and see so many rockers. The teased hair, leather jackets, leather pants, studs, chains. However, some people were dressed nice like Nikki. He was wearing black jeans with a red and black silk shirt underneath and the pink long sleeve shirt I bought for him for his birthday on top to complete the look. He wore the pink long sleeve shirt to match the pink braids in my hair. I thought it was cute.

As we walked around there were a lot of eyes on us. I'm not sure if it was because of me doing what I did at Heather's party to Nikki and everyone knowing about it or if it was because I'm just so pretty. All I know is I wrapped my arm around Nikki's and stayed close to him.

"Hey Sixx!"

We both turned to look at who was calling Nikki. This guy looked like a demon. He had long black teased hair, a round face, and he wore all black leather. He looked scary yet...handsome in a way.

"Wow that guy is tall." I whispered to Nikki.

"I know, all the girls loved him. He's the guy who I admired growing up too." Nikki mumbled to me. "Hey Blackie." Nikki clapped his hand.

"Hey Sixx. Didn't think you were coming.  Saw the other Crue boys." He smiled at Nikki then turned to me. "Who's your lady friend?" He smirked.

"She's my girlfriend."

I tensed up hearing that word. I wanted to tell Nikki not to tell people that I'm his girlfriend. I should have clarified that before we came in.

"Mani this is Blackie Lawless. Blackie use to play in the New York dolls before they broke up. Me, Blackie and my other friend formed a band called sister and London before I made Motley Crue." 

"Yeah, and your boyfriend here stole all my antics and used it for Motley." He pointed smiling playfully at Nikki.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Lawless." I nodded and smiled.

"Call me Blackie." He smiles and nudges my shoulder. "And how the hell do you get these girls. Lita Ford, Vanity, Brandi, now this one. Although you're kind of different." He points at me. "You're not a rocker chick, I can tell."

"No, I am not." I chuckled.

"Hey Sixx!"

We turned to see who was calling Nikki again.

"Oh, shit Lizzie!" Nikki yelled they ran and hugged each other. "Shit bro, I was just talking about you."

"Hey Blackie, didn't see you." The Lizzie guy said to Blackie. "Did you two come together?"

"Nah I just got in." Nikki said.

"Where's your wife...Brandi, right? Heard you got married."

"This is interesting." Blackie smirked spinning his alcohol around in his cup.

"Oh uh...no we're separated. This is Mani my girlfriend." He points to me. "Mani this is Lizzie Grey; the guy I was saying we formed a band in before Motley."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Grey." I smiled and waved.

"Hey." He smiled. "What happened with you and Brandi." He tried to whisper... but unfortunately, I heard.

"Uuuuh Mani let's get drinks." He pulls my hand as we say goodbye to Blackie and Lizzie.

"So, what is going on with you and Brandi?" I question raising a brow.

"Mani don't start. Not tonight." He warns.

"Hey Nikki, it's good of you to join us!" Tommy yells walking over to me and Nikki with Mick and Vince following behind him.

"Hey T-bone." Nikki says hugging Tommy.

"Hey Mani looking good." Tommy says smiling at me and walking towards me to hug me. "It's good to see you again."

"Hmmm well I don't feel the same." I dryly say as I backed up away from him.

"Awe come on Mani it's going to be a new year soon." Tommy chuckled coming close again.

"Tommy fuck off she doesn't want a hug from you." Mick says. "How you doing kiddo?"

"I'm ok." I smile. "Hope you're doing ok; I'm sure you guys are happy to get a number one album."

"Trust me we are." Vince pipes up walking beside Mick.

I smile with all teeth when I see Vince. I don't know what it is about him that makes me act like a teenage schoolgirl every time I see him.

"Hey Vinny." I say as I hug him.

"You're looking really cute darling." He chuckles and hugs me back. "I'm loving the look, especially the braids."

"Thanks." I giggle and stay close to him.

"Uh oh Sixx...might wanna pull your lady away from Vinny." Tommy jokes.

"Alright Vinny you have your own girl." Nikki chuckles as he pulls me back.

"So, was this look planned?" Vince asked pointing at me and Nikki.

"Noooo I had pink braids in my hair, and he wanted to match me." I giggle pointing at Nikki. "But I did buy him that shirt. He's always in black."

"So, you guys are good?" Mick asks.

"Yeah we are." Nikki kisses my cheek. 

"Well I hope you two work out, I also hope you guys don't fight again. Cause you both turn into monsters when you are angry. And I'd hate to see you guys hurt each other more than you already have." Mick says.

"Me too." Nikki turns and smiles at me then kisses my hand. I smile back at him and rub his back. 

"Well the girls are over there if you want to talk with them." Vince head nods towards the other side of the room. "Heather's there too."

I look over and see Heather, Sharise, and Emi sitting by the bar drinking and talking.

"Uuuum." I inhale deeply knowing that I would have to apologize to Heather. "I'm going to go talk to them." I say looking at Nikki.

"Ok."

He pecks my lips and I push past the crowd to walk over to the girls. I stop and take a quick breather as I approach them. I'm hoping Heather can forgive me.

"Hey girls." I breath out and wave to them.

They all turn and see me standing behind them with a surprised look on their faces. Heather sighs and turns back around no longer facing me.

"Wow Mani look at you." Sharise squealed getting off the stool and giving me a hug. "Your hair awe, you're absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks, I love this dress." I say as I pull away and admirer her curves in the black tight dress she is wearing.

"Hi sweetheart, we didn't think you were coming." Emi smiled giving me a hug.

"I wasn't going to." I said with a low voice. "But Nikki really wanted me to, so I just decided to come last minute."

"Well I can imagine. Considering what happened at Heather's dinner." Emi mumbled lowly. "But I mean she should get over it."

"I hope so." I whispered.

"Anyways, I think you and Heather should talk." She smiled and nodded towards Heather. "Sharise come on let's go dance." Emi says as she takes Sharise's hand and pulls her along.

I let out a nervous breath and sit down on the stool across Heather.

"H...hi." I say hesitantly.

"Miss would you like a drink?" The bartender asks.

"Just cranberry juice please." I respond.

I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck. "So, um... you look...great... as usual." She turns to face me without smiling and crosses her arms over her chest looking very angry. I sigh and rub my face. "Heather I'm...I'm so sorry for what I did at your birthday. I never ever meant to ruin it for you. I just got mad at Nikki and... well... I tried to hurt him." I rambled.

"Here's your drink Miss." The bartender said as he put my drink on the counter.

"Thanks."

There was silence between me and her. Her once angered face softens. "I honestly don't blame you for what you did. Yes, I'm mad because you could have done it somewhere else." She chuckles humorously. "But what he put you through. Actually, what they put us through would have made me do something to Tommy and Nikki as well." She smiled.

I snickered and shook my head. "Well I didn't want to do that. I could have killed him and that's not who I am."

"Yeah I was pretty shocked that you drugged him. Cause I was like Iman would never do something like that. You have a temper and you do say the meanest things but being cruel is not you."

"I agree." I laughed. "So we good?"

"Of course, I missed my glamour twin." She laughed as we hugged it out.

"Cheers." She says as she picks her drink up.

"Cheers." I respond and pick my drink up and tap her cup.

"So, have you girls made up?" Sharise asks walking towards us.

"Yes, girl we have." I laugh.

"Alright let's dance!" She screamed and grabbed me and Heather off the stools and dragged us to the dance floor.

We walked onto the dance floor and met with Emi and started dancing. The music wasn't too bad they weren't playing hard core rock songs. There was dance music playing as well. I was enjoying myself, however I was trying to keep my dress from riding up. As I was dancing, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back towards the person. I looked back and giggled as Nikki started peppering my face and neck with kisses. He gripped onto my hips as I started grinding on to his crotch nice and slow; moving my self up and down and then side to side. I turned my head back and looked at him, he had the biggest grin plastered across his face with very hungry eyes.

"Mmm can't wait to take this dress off of you." He growled in my ear while his hands went up my thighs.

"Nikki!" I hiss pushing his hands down. "People will see us."

"Ok so let's go somewhere where no one will see us." He whispers and grips me tighter.

"Nikki no!" I say with a firm tone struggling to get away from him.

"Come oooon princess. We can go in the car. I promise to be good boy after."

He wraps his arms around my body and picks me up, so my legs and feet are dangling off the ground and walks us towards the door.

"Hey where you guys going?" Vince asks making all the other guys who were around us start to look our way.

"None of your business." Nikki chuckles and speeds walks with me in his arms making me laugh.

30 minutes later...

"Oh my God Nik my makeup is ruined." I groan with annoyance using the car mirror to look at myself.

"Well, you can use the washroom mirror to fix it up." He chuckles as he zips his pants back up.

"No don't you dare!" I push him away as he tries to kiss me. "You said you're going to be good so no more sex and getting all handsy with me!"

"Ok, but when New Years hits my tongue is going to be in your mouth." He smiles as he rubs my leg.

"God you could be such a pig sometimes." I shake my head.

He bursts out and starts laughing then looks at me with a serious expression.

"I really like us like this."

I turn and look at him and smile. In all honesty I like us like this too. We weren't yelling at each other, no fighting, no crying, no name calling. I hope it stays like this.

"I really love you." He whispers.

"Aww Nik." I move in and give him a peck on the lips. "I love you too."

We both get out of the car and head back inside the building. However, I make a B line towards the bathroom to fix my makeup. I look at myself in the mirror and cringe at how sloppy I look. I took the ponytail out and retied the braids in my hair.  I grabbed paper towel to wipe the cum off my thighs then washed my hands. I then pulled my make up out and retouched my face.  

"There you look brand new." I said to myself.

I walked out of the washroom to head back to the party.

"Hey Mani!"

I know that voice. I turned to see Tommy. He walked towards me with a smile on his face.

"You and Nikki do the quickie." He chuckled.

If it were someone else who made this joke I would have laughed. But it was Tommy. And I am not happy with him. I turned and continued to walk but he grabbed my arm turning me back.

"Mani please." He pleaded. "I want us to get along for Nikki's sake. He's my best friend and I know you make him happy. I'm sorry for punching you and sending you the coke bomb-"

"I don't care about any of those things Tommy." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I gave you a sincere apology in New York when I came out to see Nikki and you threatened me. I asked if we could bury the drama between us and you squeezed my arm, shoved me against the wall, and threatened me." I dryly say. "No! I do not forgive you!" I pointed at his face.

"Mani please." He pleaded.

I turned and headed back into the party. I saw Nikki and the boys with a group of other rocker guys howling and whistling at the girls that were passing by them. I didn't want to bother going over there, chances are they would be talking about how many girls they used to bang in the past. Ugh, boys will be boys.

"Can I get a cranberry juice please?" I say to the bartender while bobbing my head to the music that is playing. "Thanks" I smiled at him as he slides my drink to me. I walked over to the side and looked around to see if I could spot the girls. "Ah!" I shrieked and spilt some of my drink on my hand and some on the floor as someone came behind my head smelling me. "What the-" I turn around and noticed a face that I feel like I've seen before.

"You smell nice." He smiled and spoke with a soft tone.

"Uh...ok." I furrowed my brows. "Do you just go around smelling women?"

"No." He shook his head and chuckled. "Just you."

That is creepy.

"Have we met?" I asked walking towards the bar to grab a tissue for my wet hand.

"Well formally no, but I saw you at the cathouse one night." He says as he takes my drink from my hand and places it on the table.

"Oooooh the hair smeller." I raised my brows looking at him like he was crazy.

"Guilty." He smiled shyly.

He grabbed a tissue and started wiping the juice off my hand while staring at me with a boyish grin on his face.

"So, um." I say pulling my hand away. "Who... who are you?"

"Kelly Nickels." He puts his hand out for me to take. "And you are?"

"Oh...um Iman Darlington." I smiled and gave him my hand.

He pulled my hand towards his mouth and placed a very tender and soft kiss on the back of it.

"You were pretty when I saw you in the dark, but absolutely breathtaking with the lights on." He softly speaks as he rubs my hand.

"Uh... um... I need my hand back." I breathlessly say as I pull my hand away from his.

"So, you here with someone?"

"Um... yes... Nikki Sixx."

"You know he's married right?" He furrows his brows.

"He’s going through a divorce." I frown and cross my arms over my chest feeling a bit of anger.

"Woah I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you upset. I just feel like a girl like you could do much better."

"Wow." I said with disbelief. "I'm done with this convo."

"Wait Iman-"

I walked away from him pushing through people on the dance floor. I wanted to change up the music. "Hey." I walked over to the DJ waving my hand for him to notice me. He took off his earphones and looked down at me. "Can you play Buffalo Stance by Neh Neh Cherry?" I said to him. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. I walked away from the DJ and the song started playing. I got on the dance floor and started dancing seductively. Sharise, Heather, and Emi came around and saw me dancing and joined me.

"Kelly Nickels has been staring at you all night long." Heather says gesturing to the bar.

I look over and see a couple of other rocker guys standing with Kelly. They were all leaning against the bar staring at us while we were dancing.

"If he knows what's good for him, he’ll stay over there." Emi speaks up.

The song then switches over to something slower and the vibe on the dance floor changes. I turn and see Kelly slowly walking over towards me.

"May I have this dance?" He asks holding his hand out for me to take. "If you're not still pissed off that is."

"You must have a death wish Kelly." Sharise interrupts crossing her arms over her chest. "This is Nikki Sixx's girl."

"Who can have some fun." Heather buds in and winks at me.

"Heather." Sharise furrows her brows and looks at her with disbelief. "Us girls have to look out for each other. You know Nikki will be pissed."

"Or you're just jealous Sharise." He tilts his head in her direction.

She glares at him and clenches her jaw. She then rolls her eyes and walks away.

Am I missing something?

"What? A dance isn't going to kill anyone. Besides the boys aren't here there out for a smoke." Heather chuckled.

"Well that settles it." Kelly pulled me close to him. "It'll be a quick dance."

"Easy their fella." I giggled putting hand on his chest to back away from him a bit. "You have to keep a bit of a distance."

Heather gave me a wink. "You're secrets safe with me." She whispered and grind then shoved Emi away.

"So, I guess you're in a band as well huh?"

"How can you tell?" He smiled.

"You look like Nikki and all the other rock bands out there."

"I'm in a band called LA Guns." He chuckled.

"Hmm never heard of your band."

"Well, I could pull some strings so you can come and watch us play."

"And what instrument do you play?" I smiled raising my brow.

"I play base." He says biting his lip.

"Another base player." I chuckled and shook my head. "Well I'm not into rock so I wouldn't enjoy the show."

"You don't have to watch the show you can just watch me." He replied quickly.

"You're going to get me into trouble." I chuckled humorously.

"Well that's only if you tell Sixx." He whispered closer to my face and rubbed my back.

"Don't rub my back." I warned.

"Why? Nikki won't like it?" He asks as he continued to rub my back.

"Ok this dance is over." I said with a bitchy tone pulling away.

"Hey, hey, hey, ok, ok." He says pulling me back.

"Be a gentleman... I am a lady" I said with a firm tone putting my hands back on his chest.

"You are and I'm sorry." He smiled.

"Apology accepted." I smiled back.

He Snickered and shook his head.

"What?" I smile and tilt my head.

"Just can't believe Nikki gets to have you is all."

"There are lots of girls that you rock stars can have."

"True." He shrugs. "But it's hard to come across classy girls like you."

We stared at each other for what felt like a good hour. The song finished and I snapped out of the trance that I was in.

"Um thanks for the dance." I pulled away from him quickly and turned to walk to the bar. As I walk two guys were fighting and one of them accidentally hit into me making me fall on the ground. "Ahh!"

"Hey!" Kelly yelled at the guys. "You just knocked over a lady!"

"Oh, very sorry miss." The one guy said turning to help me up.

"That's alright."

They helped me up to my feet. I yelped as Kelly then picked me up bridal style and sat me down on the barstool.

"You didn't have to pick me up like that." I chuckled.

"You hurt?" He asks as he rubs my arm and stands close to me.

"Uh just my ankle." I spoke softly.

He bent down and grabbed my ankle and started rubbing it. "How does that feel?"

"Oh... uh... don't do that." I said nervously looking around to see if anyone was watching while pulling my foot away from him.

"I'm just trying to make sure you're ok." He looked up at me.

He got back up and I tensed up as we look at each other again. He looked me up and down and stared at my lips and moved a bit closer to me.

"Kelly-"

"Back the fuck up!" Nikki came charging and shoving Kelly so hard that he stumbled into the barstool behind him.

"Oh my God Nikki!" I yelled hoping off the stool as I tried to grab him to stop him from fighting.

"Woah Mani!" Vince said grabbing on to me. "Don't get between two men fighting you'll get hurt."

I looked back to see the girls with Mick and Tommy standing behind me and Vince.

"Hey calm down Sixx." Some short guy with black and orange hair that was standing with Kelly before came running and getting in between them. "Hey chill bro." The guy said looking at Kelly with his fist balled up. Three other guys with dark black hair like Nikki's came walking up behind Kelly and the short guy that was trying to defuse the situation. "Ok what's going?" He asked.

"Your dog was trying to run up on my fucking property!" Nikki spat glaring at all of them.

"She's not a fucking item Sixx!" He barks. "And she was hurt so I helped her out!"

"Yeah helped her by trying to put your greasy lips on her! If that's what you call help, then bend down and help Tracii over here's dick." He points to the guy holding Kelly.

"Fuck you!" Kelly yelled and stepped towards Nikki.

"Kelly." The Tracii guy put his hand up to stop it.

"Nah let him go!" Nikki says rolling up his sleeves. "Square up bro!"

"Look Sixx, some asshole knocked your lady over and I helped her up." Kelly sneered. "You should be getting on your hands and knees and start thanking me junkie." Kelly said making his boys chuckle lowly. Nikki's fist balled up and he slowly walked towards Kelly making his boys stop chuckling. "What?" Kelly said with a smug grin on his face and crossed his arms over his chest. "Is little Nikki pissed?"

"I suggest you stop talking before I put you in your place Nickels." Nikki gritted his teeth getting nose to nose with Kelly. Kelly bit the side of his cheek and glanced at me. "Look over here boy!" Nikki demands making Kelly look back at him and stop smiling. "I know you want that sweet pussy standing behind me. But it takes a real man with one of these to fuck a woman like her." Nikki says grabbing his crotch and giving Kelly a smug look.

The guys went silent as Nikki and Kelly squared up. I was breathing hard and trembling hoping that they wouldn't fight. Kelly's chest started heaving up and down to the point where I thought he would punch Nikki, but instead he slowly backs away.

Nikki turns and walks towards me and I tense up knowing very well he's about to yell. He stands in front of me and I look to the side hoping that if he did anything Vince would jump in to stop him. I dried gulped and started breathing hard. He then grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards his face and aggressively started kissing my lips slipping his tongue in my mouth. His hand moved down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. He bit my bottom lip and pulled it out a bit before letting it go. I closed my eyes and opened them again holding my breath in disbelief. I looked at the guys wondering what just happened. Tommy had devilish grin on his face, Vince was chuckling, and Mick just rolled his eyes and shook his head. Nikki looked back at Kelly and his boys without smiling. Kelly cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. Nikki then grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him and everyone else.

"You know Sixx maybe you should keep your property on a leash." The Tracii guy spoke up making Nikki, Tommy, Vince, and Mick stop walking and turn around. "So that next time she decides to dance with a guy, they'll know that bitch has an owner."

Nikki!" I screamed trying to hold him back.

Nikki charged over at Tracii and punched him in the mouth. Kelly and the other guys with him got into the fight and were trying to hold Tracii back and push Nikki away.

"Hey boys break it up!" The security yelled pushing passed people to stop the fight. They finally got the boys separated holding Nikki back and holding the other guys back.

"Fucking junkie!" Tracii shouted at Nikki.

"Watch your fucking mouth!" Tommy yelled and punched Tracii in the face making him fall on the ground.

"That's enough boys!" The security yelled

Tommy backed away from Tracii and his boys and rubbed his knuckles. Tracii held onto his jaw and the rest of his boys helped him up. I glanced quickly at Kelly but stopped looking when Nikki gives me a death glare. He then grabs my arm and pulls me towards the booth in the back. I sit down in the booth quietly as I watch the guys talk amongst each other.

"Iman." Heather whispers and sits close to me. "Shit I'm sorry."

"It's ok, you didn't know he was inside." I shrugged.

"Oh...but I did." She smiled deviously.

I looked at her with wide eyes and a parted mouth.

"We're even now." She raised her brows and moved out of the booth.

What a bitch!

"Hey Heather, let's give Nikki and Mani space." Tommy said as he took her hand and left.

Well I know I'm in serious, serious, serious trouble. The boys walk off with the girls and Nikki sits down next to me. I fiddle with my fingers and look at Nikki. He's staring straight ahead watching everyone on the dance floor. There is absolutely no expression on his face what's so ever.

"Alright let's begin the countdown!" The DJ says as he turns the music off.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

January 1990

"Happy New Year!"

Everyone shouts and celebrates kissing their respected others on the lips while me and Nikki sit there not even looking at each other.

"I'm sorry." I whisper lowly.

I hear him sigh and feel his hand come under my chin and turn me to face him. He moves in and presses his lips against mine and I deepen the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck. He grabs me and lifts me up on his lap and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You wanna go home?" He breathlessly whispers pulling away from my lips.

"Yes." I breath out.

We say our goodbyes to the rest of the guys at the party and head back to my place. When we get in Nikki headed straight into my bedroom while I locked my front door and put on the alarm. I walked into the bedroom and I swear I was about to cum instantly. Nikki sat naked on my bed with his back against my head board, legs spread open hand pumping his cock slowly, tanned skin, tattoos all over his body, nipple pierced, green eyes blazing full of lust and hunger with and angry expression on his face. I bit my lip and slowly pulled the straps to my dress off letting it fall to the ground revealing my naked upper body. I then bent down and took my panties off and then...

"Leave those on." He firmly said as I was about to take off my heels. "C' mere." He demanded as he slowed down on his pumping.

I slowly walked and then crawled on the bed seductively making sure to sway my hips side to side. His chest started heaving up and down as he kept his eyes on mine. I kiss his lips then slowly start to kiss his neck and make my way down to his chest and start sucking and swirling my tongue around his nipple with the piercing. He groans and breaths out with pleasure closing his eyes and leaning his head back. I pull back and lower my head and gently start kissing his leg and moving all the way up to his thigh and finally reaching his hard cock. Before I put my mouth on it, he put his hand under my chin and lifts my head for me to look at him.

"Whose cock is this?" He growls with a whisper as he continues to pump himself.

"Mine." I breathlessly mumbled getting extremely turned on by what he's doing.

"Suck your cock." He whispered as he pushes my head down and stops pumping himself.

I slowly and seductively take him into my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down.

"Just like that princess." He groans lowly as his hand grips the back of my hair. "Mmm milk this fat cock."

He bucks his hip up as I start to go faster. His grip in my hair gets tighter and he starts groaning and shifting in pleasure.

"I'm gonna bust." He growls. "Uhhhhhhh!" He groans as the liquid from his cock spills into my mouth. "Fuck." He breathed out.

I lifted my head up and wiped my mouth. I crawled onto to his lap and straddled him then started rocking and grinding my pussy on his dick.

"I want you in me." I breathlessly whisper as I kissed his lips and wrapped my arms around him.

He wrapped his arms around my back then got up from the bed and turned us over so that I was lying on my back.

"Spread those sexy long legs open for me." He demanded.

I opened my legs and gripped on to the sheets as he started rubbing his cock against my hole.

"You want this cock?" He smiled devilishly as he continued to tease me.

"Uh... y... yes." I begged. "God!" I gasped and closed my eyes as he thrusted a bit inside of me and slowly moved in and out making me a horny moaning mess.

He leaned down close to my lips and started biting and kissing them. "You want daddy's cock?" He breathlessly whispered.

"Yes...God Nikki please." I desperately pleaded squeezing the sheets even tighter.

"Then you shouldn't have danced with Kelly." He spoke dryly as he stopped thrusting.

I opened my eyes and turned my head and looked up at him. He pushed himself off me and grunted as he pulled out of me.

Is he serious right now?

"Nikki for real?" I said with confusion sitting up. He didn't say anything. He climbed off me and laid on the bed beside me. "Nikki!"

"Good night Mani." He said as he pulled the blanket up and turned his back to me.

"So, you're just going to leave me like this?" I said with a bitchy tone. "Nikki!" I raised my voice shoving him on the back.

"Mani go to sleep!" He warned without looking at me. "We'll talk tomorrow!"

"Whatever." I snarled taking off my heels then throwing them on the ground. I turned off the lights and pulled some of the blanket aggressively from him then turned and laid down on the bed with my back to him as well.

"Happy New Year and I love you." He dryly spoke.

Of course, I wanted to be a diva and not say it back. But it is a new year, and we are both trying to change.

"I love you too." I mumbled back to him. "Happy New Year."

[nattikay]

Oops I made the mistake of drawing this right before bed and therefore going to sleep with the topic on my mind and nOW I HAVE A BUNCH OF HEADCANONS WHOOPSIE

(hmmm how do I organize this...)

So I imagine that adult!Jlaire raise a total of 7 children (2 biological and 5 adopted changeling familiars--a lot I know, but hey there’s like a thousand familiars that need raising so)

First some general headcanons about the familiars:

There’s no way Barbara and Strickler have the time nor resources to raise ~1000 babies simultaneously on their own, so I’m gonna assume that the Cradlestone keeps the babies in stasis the same way the Darklands nursery did, and they’re only dealing with 4-5 babies at a time (still a lot but not NEARLY as overwhelming lol)

 Once one group is old enough to go to school they release the next from the Stone

The first thing they did was try to track down the families of all familiars abducted recently enough to still have living parents, probably by posting ads and such online ( “hey uh did your kid just randomly turn into a troll? That’s what’s called a changeling, it’s a long story but here’s the info, we‘ve rescued the real one please come get him/her” … except obviously written more eloquently lol) 

 The ones whose families are long-gone they raised themselves

 They also recruited trusted friends to help raise some as well; the Nuñez’s took a few for example, especially after what happened with Enrique 

Also older!Enrique and NotEnrique are definitely bros

The first group of babies Barbara and Strickler raised included the real Strickler. This was a very interesting experience for changeling!Strickler.

Once the first group of familiar babies reaches adulthood, many of them also take on the responsibility of raising the “younger” ones.

And some general headcanons about Jlaire’s biological children:

They do have both fangs and horns but said traits are short and stubby, even in adulthood

Their skin is thicker and tougher than a human’s but not quite stony like a troll’s. It’s very hard for them to get blisters let alone calluses (not that they really need the latter with how tough their skin already is).

They CAN go out in sunlight without immediately flinching away in pain, BUT they’re very sensitive to sunburn, not unlike a regular human with a severe, slightly faster-acting sunlight allergy (yes that’s a real thing). So they sill have to be careful and it’s generally advised that they always wear long sleeves, hats, etc. when going out in the sun regardless of season 

On a similar note, sunlight will NOT turn Jim to stone like it would a full troll but it will severely burn him and cause immediate excruciating pain, as we’ve seen

(assuming the trolls are still living in New Jersey; this could be counteracted in Wizards though so is subject to change) They still go to school in Arcadia, where trolls are A Thing that everyone knows about post-Gunmar, so no one questions their trollish features. They take the gyre to get there. Since the gyre can make the trip so quickly, they can easily make the commute daily, though sometimes they still sleep over in Arcadia with their grandparents.

Because they use the gyre so frequently, roller coasters Do Not Faze Them lol 

And now for the characters specifically!

The first was Jlaire’s biological daughter, Jamie. When Jamie was three years old, Barabra called them up like “yo y’all have baby experience now; think you could take on some of these changeling familiars??” and they were like “ok sure” and adopted their first three familiars:

Elizabeth “Lizzie” -- female, originally born in England in 1723 (the dates and places don’t really make a difference in behavior, language, etc. since they were just babies and don't really remember it; it’s just miscellaneous info). A bit tall for her age, pretty chill, mostly quiet unless you get her started on a topic she’s passionate about in which case she will absolutely talk your ears off

Fiona -- female, originally born in Scotland in 1592. Small for her age but you wouldn’t know it because she’s an absolute firecracker in pretty much every way.

Kevin -- male, originally born in America in 1994. Kevin is one of the familiars who should still have living family out there somewhere but Barbara and Stickler were unable to track them down. As such, he, more than his adopted siblings, is very interested in meeting his biological relatives one day (as well as his changeling counterpart, for that matter).

About 5 years after adopting the first three familiars Jlaire had their second biological child, a son named Drew (a more human-sounding version of Draal 👀), and another year or two after that they adopted their last two familiars, André (male, Mexico 1850) and Anya (female, Russia 1746).

that’s it those are my ridiculous headcanons, enjoy

I will do a draw at Later

[tf-guru]

Hungry like a pig

Abigail Huntress was the queen of Las Villiam High, although some others may call her "queen bitch" all the teachers loved her and most people sucked up to her. She was a 5'8" brunette with a slim figure.

Abigail was doing some shopping downtown with her best "friend" Lizzy, a soft spoken and more kind teenager. Abigail searched for people like Lizzy, people she could manipulate and push over easily. The girls gossiped (when in reality it was mostly Abigail saying rude things while Lizzy just nodded and said yeah.) and approached a tall woman with striking red hair starting to unload crates labeled with "Transfun: change your lifestyle" onto the sidewalk. Currently it would be hard to get past into the store with the crates in the way.

The woman was accompanied by a few teenaged boys who eyed the girls Sheepishly. The woman was telling orders to her staff when she heard Abigail say

"Did you see Heather Smith at lunch today scarfing down an entire pizza? As if that pig needed any more food."

The pair reached the stand and the Woman said

"Sorry Girls for the sidewalk blockage you may need to go around."

Lizzy tried to politely tell the woman ok but Abigail said first

"Y'know you don't have to be a waste of space! You could just unload out of the way but nooooo!" She paused and then said to Lizzy

"Let's go Liz." The pair walked around the truck and its crew and continued to talk with Abigail continuing her verbal assault of her peer

"So that pig Heather-"

"You better watch your words young lady or you may just end up in a sty yourself." It was the woman making a cutting remark. Abigail paused for a moment and then continued into the store.

Later in the evening

The two girls had bought some clothes and were trying them on at Lizzys house, well Abigail was modeling clothes while Lizzy just watched and gave light compliments. After about half an hour Abigail started to feel a strange ache in her stomach almost like she hadn't ate anything all day. She stood up, gathered her clothes and told Lizzy she'd see her tomorrow. As she drove home the cramp continued and Abigail said to herself

"Ooooow. I'm gonna need a snack when I get home." She drove in silence, unaware of the changes that were taking place inside. Getting home, she walked inside thankful her parents were still at work.

"Holy crap how am I so hungry?" She said to no one as she opened the pantry and retrieved a box of snack cakes (something she normal wouldn't eat due to how fattening they were) and sat down on the couch with one.

Flipping on a comedy she ate her snack cake. Without even realizing she grabbed another, and another. Soon she had finished the entire box. Looking down at the many wrappers littering the couch she said

"Damn-Im-Im still hungry. I shouldn't be eating this much but I just... can't... help it." She got up and grabbed a bag of chips. Quickly eating that she got more and more snacks before finally stopping herself.

"I-Im gonna go take a shower."

Undressing herself Abigail sees four marks that line her stomach. She touches them and feels how they don't feel like any bug bite shes had before, they feel kinda sensitive.

"That's so fucking strange." She thinks getting into the shower. As the water hits her she doesn't realize that her normally thin frame is gaining a few pounds of fat. She also doesn't see the thin white hair growing on her arms. The changes progress with the small bumps swelling and pulling forward to form four tiny mounds on her chest.

Abigail gets out of the shower and looks in the mirror.

"WHAT THE GRNNT!" The normally 125 pound girl is now bordering on 150. Ignoring the pig noise that came from her mouth Abigail raised her new fat rolls that are still slowly expanding.

"How did I gain so much weight this quickly? And what the hell is on my chest?" Suddenly two large floppy shapes poked out from Abigails hair. Her ears had elongated and moved upwards. As soon as she saw them Abigail thought

"That fat, the-the things on my chest, the ears! I'm-turning into a-turning into a-" she couldn't bring herself to even think the word. After touching her ears for a second Abigail came to a conclusion

"It was that worker lady! She must have something to do with this!" Abigail quickly put on some pants and went for a shirt when a loud "Rip" sound came from her pants. Looking back Abigail forced her tight pants off and tried to find some clothes that fit her.

About ten minutes later Abigail finally found some stretchy clothes that didn't automatically rip when put on. Her ten mounds were obvious even through her shirt.

After she got in the car she looked in her mirror seeing that her nose has been flattened out into a pig like shape. She drove fast not even bothering to fully stop her car in front of the shop.

"Luckily the grnnt truck is still here."

Abigail wrapped a scarf around her face and basically ran towards the red haired woman.

"Well well well. Look who finally decided to show up." The woman said as she led Abigail into the alley next to the store.

"I'm so so sorry ma'am I was having a grnnt bad day and I just was annoinkyed by the-" Abigail started to babble before being cut off by the woman.

"Silence!" She continued "Get on your knees pig."

Abigails cheeks went red as she said

"What are you talking about? Just turn me ba-"

The woman made a motion with her hand and Abigail gained fifty more pounds instantly. Her mouth started to extend outwards into a pig's snout when Abigail dropped to her knees and sobbed

"Please! What can I do? Just don't turn me into a dirty pig!"

The woman paced as Abigail felt a feeling near her backside. A coiled tail was pushing out from her shirt.

"I'm grnnt changing quickly here!" Abigail said. The woman put her hand on her chin says

"Well... I guess if you were to go and apologize to... what was her name? Oh yes Heather Smith. If you were to go and apologize to her for the things you said you will become human again."

"Grrnt! Heather's house? She lives in the country!" Abigail said thinking about how long it would take to drive out there.

"Well the dear, you better hurry if you don't want to turn into a fat sow!"

Abagial rushed to her car looking like an anthro pig.

Driving down the road Abagial looked at her right hand. Her nails had darkened. Then, her hand started to feel numb.

"Ah fuck! Feels like my fingers are being forced together!"

Her right hand was forced into the traditional star trek salute. As she watched the fingers were encased in hard keratin.

"I grnnt have to get to Heather!"

It was getting a little bit harder to drive with her right hand only sporting three digits but she finally pulled into Heather's driveway at 9:23.

Feeling her feet go numb Abagial tried to stand up but falls to the ground. She looks at her feet, or now her trotters. She tries to get stand up and walk to the door but was overtaken by the changes.

"I- grnnt have- to oink. I rnnt... OINK!" Abagial stood on all fours, completely a pig. Walking out from the side of the house was the Transfun woman. She walked to Abagail who was now sniffing at the door and put a hand on the sow.

"Well, you got so close but. Well... I guess we should get going." She snaps and two men come in and grab Abagial.

Two weeks later

"Oh great. Slop again. At least I'm getting used to it... could be worst." Abagial thought her trotters sinking into the soft mud of the sty. Abagail dug into her trough, starting to accept her fate.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Gold Digger - Chapter 1| Gwilym Lee x OFC

A/N: Sunday, 6:11AM. This dumb bitch realized she never posted the first chapter because it got stuck in her drafts. I’m so sorry. 

Warnings: Absolutely none. Maybe some mild swearing? 

Word Count: ~1.4K

Prologue

Lizzie and Gwilym had just calmed down from a laughing fit. Still in the cafe, they  were so preoccupied with their conversation, they didn’t even realise time was flying  by.

“Seriously, clowns?” Gwilym dabbed at the corners of his eyes as he chuckled.  “What’s so terrifying about clowns?”

“The make-up, for starters!” Lizzie pointed one finger up in the air. “They’re  always chasing kids around with balloons and candy.” Another finger. “They aren’t  funny, at all!” Third finger. “They’re usually creepy old men.” Fourth.

“Alright, solid points.” Gwilym smiled and ran a hand through his hair. Lizzie felt  her breath hitch for a split second. “How long have we been here?”

“I have no idea.” She shrugged. “Judging by the amount of coffee and food we’ve  consumed, though…”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” Gwilym apologised, yet again. “I didn’t mean to keep you  from going about your day!”

“You didn’t, I chose to be kept.” She winked and smirked before having a quick  look at her watch. “God, we’ve been here for hours!”

“Have we, really?” Gwilym’s face scrunched curiously as he looked at his own  watch. “Would you look at that!”

“I have an odd question,” Lizzie said and bit the inside of her cheek. “Feel free to  tell me to sod off if I’m out of line, of course.”

“Yes?”

“Do you work?”

“Do I work?” Gwilym parroted. “Yes.”

“So, is this your day off, then?” Lizzie cut a chunk of croissant with her fingers  and popped it in her mouth.

“In a way,” Gwilym propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist.  “I’m sort of on a hiatus. In-between projects.”

“Right.” Lizzie nodded slowly. “Well, I should get going. I have so much I need to  do still -”

“Oh, not a problem!” Gwilym cut her off. “Is it alright if I asked for your number,  maybe?” 

Lizzie mulled it over. 

On the one hand, this man is probably the best looking man  she had ever seen, let alone spoken to. On the other, she’s had enough of in  between jobs and waiting for my next project type of men. Yet, again, he was so  devastatingly handsome.

“Sure.” Lizzie finally said and took Gwilym’s phone to tap in her number. He  called her and hung up after two rings.

“Now you have mine, as well.” He grinned.

###

‘I see what you meant about clowns.’

Lizzie opened the text and snorted when she saw the picture attached. It was a  T-Rex photoshopped as a clown.

‘I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, clowns are terrifying!’

She didn’t even put the phone down before it dinged again, notifying a new  incoming message is waiting for her.

‘Today was great. I don’t think I’ve ever lost track of time in conversation  like that before.’

Lizzie’s thumbs hovered above the screen for a minute while she pondered what  her response should be.

‘It was definitely nice :)‘

“Earth to Elizabeth!” her roommate snapped her fingers in front of Lizzie’s face.  “Hello? who are you texting all the time?" Shelly almost scared Lizzie out of her skin. "Whoops!"

“Sorry, Shelly,” Lizzie switched the screen off and tossed the phone aside. “You were saying?”

“Answer my question, then!”

"No one." Lizzie smiled sweetly.

"So, a bloke?"

"He's a man, yes." Lizzie tried to sound nonchalant.

"Handsome?"

"So handsome." Lizzie smiled to herself.

"Sharing is caring, Liz." Shelly sauntered over and flopped down on the sofa next to Lizzie. "Get on it with it. Go on."

"His name's Gwilym -"

"What kinda name is that?" Shelly snorted.

"Welsh."

"Right."

"He's about as tall as a tree, he looks like a prince out of a fairy tale."

"How'd you meet?"

"He knocked me on my arse a couple'a'hours ago." Lizzie mumbled.

"He knocked you on your arse?"

"He was jogging, we both weren't looking where we're going and just..." Annie clapped both of her hands. "On my arse."

"Charming."

"Bought me coffee later. Talked for hours at the cafe."

"That's nice." Shelly said. "What's the catch?"

"There's no catch." Lizzie lied.

"There's a catch. You did the thing with your lip. You're lying."

"I think... it's just that... well, he's unemployed..."

"Oh bugger." Shelly groaned. "Another one bites the dust."

### "Hello?"

"Oh, there she is!" Gwilym drawled. "How are you? Been trying to talk to you all day!"

"Yeah, it was hectic." Lizzie blew a strand of hair away from her face. "Work, you know?"

"What happened?"

"The kids got into a huge fight in the yard during recess," Lizzie jumped back as a hoard of kids ran past her. "No running in the halls! Sorry, the kids..."

"School's still going?" Gwilym frowned. "I was hoping you were finished by now!"

"Oh, I am!" Lizzie sighed gratefully. "Just leaving for my car, now. How was your day, Gwil?"

"Good, good!" Gwil smiled to himself. "Met up some mates, had a couple of pints down at the pub..."

"It's not even five o'clock."

"I'm on hiatus and an adult." Gwilym snarked. "Don't judge me."

"Right."

"Would be lovely if you joined me next time I'm at the pub." 

"I've got such a hectic week ahead, Gwil." 

"Righty-O."

###

Lizzie sat with her legs tucked under her, her sock-clad toes poking out slightly. She typed at the screen furiously, giggling out loud occasionally, totally lost as far as the Netflix series she and Shelly watched. At first Shelly had some things to say about her behaviour. Lizzie could not be pulled away from her phone no matter what. 

The only thing that got her to stop texting was when she had to teach class. Other than that - it's like the thing was glued to her hand. It has been going on for three whole days now. 

"Liz -" Shelly turned to face her roommate and best friend. 

Lizzie jumped and dropped her phone. It landed on the rug with a muffled thud. "-Jesus, didn't mean to scare ya." Shelly stifled a chuckle. "Are you even watching this?" 

"What?" Lizzie bent down and picked up her phone. "Yeah, yeah!"

"Did you even listen to my question?" Shelly raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. "Liz?" 

"Yes! It's just that -"

"Will?" 

"Gwil." Lizzie corrected her. "His name is Gwil." 

"Right, then." Shelly rolled her eyes. "So are you going out with this bloke or...?" 

"What?" 

"Is he taking you out on a date or are you just going to text infinitely?" Shelly asked as she got up and went to the kitchen to make herself something to drink.

“Are you serious?" 

"About what? Drinking or asking if the lad's gonna take you out?"

"Both!"

"Yes." ### "Gwilym?"

"Yes?" Gwil smirked to himself.

He tidied his place up while talking to Lizzie on the phone. He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed phone calls this much. It's like they never ran out of things to talk about. The more they spoke, the more he liked her - and the feeling seemed mutual.

"What is it you do for a living?"

"I'm an actor," Gwilym stated. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. "Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, yeah." Lizzie sounded disheartened. "An actor, you say?"

"Indeed."

"What, like, theater? Movies? TV? Commercials?"

"A little bit of everything." Gwilym shrugged and dusted off his coffee table. "Why?"

"Just curious." Lizzie sighed.

"Everything ok?" Gwil asked. "You sound... preoccupied."

"Oh, just thoughts," Lizzie said. "You know how it is. Work, life..."

"Adulting."

"Yeah."

###

Bloop.

Lizzie glanced at her phone as she towel-dried her hair. She's been texting Gwilym almost all day, every day for an entire week. Not that she complained, though. Devastatingly handsome, witty, and intelligent. He was every girl's dream. 

But there was that one thing.

For the life of her, she had no idea whatsoever what Gwilym Lee did with his life. He never talked much about work. He said he's "in-between projects," whatever that meant.

'Dinner?' 

Lizzie huffed and sat on the edge of her bed, biting her nails. It's not that she didn't want to go to dinner with him. 

She most certainly did. But his weirdness around the subject of employment made her feel rather iffy. She's had her fair share of Dead-Beats, as Shelly so fondly called them. Leeches. Roaches. Pests. Men who did absolutely nothing with their lives, yet somehow manipulated Lizzie into being their care-taker. The amount of money she spent on those blokes brought her to the threshold of utterly broke. She knew better this time. This time, she'll listen to her gut.

'Working tomorrow, need a good nights' sleep. Sorry.'

'Everything alright?'

'Yeah, yeah. Why?'

'Not sure. You keep rejecting my invitations to go out...'

'Just a bit stressed out from work. It's fine.'

'Right... Have a splendid night, then. Sweet dreams! x'

###

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[salvatoreschool]

Legacies Boss Explains the Premiere's 'Unlikely' New Romance, That Kai Reference and Hope's Next Move

Legacies returned for its sophomore season on Thursday, dropping viewers into a strange new world where Hope Mikaelson simply doesn’t exist. (You can always tell that something is amiss when Alaric grows a beard. Need I remind you of last season’s jinni fiasco?)

In an extremely abbreviated nutshell, here’s how the residents of Mystic Falls spent their summer vacation: Landon divided his time between caring for a still-wolfy Rafael (movie nights in the woods!) and falling in love with Josie, who finally got her newly bearded father to reveal the secrets of the ascendant; MG visited Kaleb’s family, crushing hard on his “off-limits!” sister; and Lizzie saw Caroline in Europe, where she balanced self-improvement with a healthy admiration of the locals.

And then there’s Hope, who managed to screw over Clarke and escape from Malivore just in time to see her boyfriend locking lips with another. After shedding a few well-deserved tears, Hope concluded that Landon might actually have found happiness with Josie. But just as she was prepared to get the hell out of Dodge Mystic Falls, along came a big, ugly monster-of-the-week to keep her exactly where she belongs.

Below, executive producer Julie Plec breaks down some of the premiere’s biggest moments, teasing a season’s worth of heartbreak still to come:

TVLINE | Let’s start at the end. I know you can’t tell me, but I’m asking anyway: Who or what was that spooky robed figure pulling Clarke out of Malivore?

The mystery of what this thing is, what it wants and what it’s doing is very slowly revealed over the next few episodes, then suddenly all at once when we hit midseason.

TVLINE | I’ve always operated under the assumption that Clarke is bad news. How genuine was his big speech about not being evil, and just wanting to escape his father?

I think he was being 100-percent genuine. What he’s pissed about is that he was open and vulnerable with Hope, and then she exploited that and left him to suffer in the very place he wants to be the least. He thought they’d built a little bit of a simpatico thing, only to be abandoned. So now he’s just pissed.

TVLINE | I did enjoy watching Hope and Clarke work together, albeit briefly. They gave me major Bonnie-and-Kai vibes from Season 6 of The Vampire Diaries.

Oh, yes. Those are always fun write, when the two people you think wouldn’t be be able to stand each other are stuck together. I call it the broken elevator storyline. Two people stuck in a situation they can’t get out of.

TVLINE | Speaking of Kai, it was surreal hearing him referred to by Josie as her uncle. I assume this isn’t the last we’ll hear about him.

It’s definitely not the last we’ve heard of him. We’ll keep laying little Kai Parker Easter eggs, because he is a massive part of the twins’ backstory and mythology, which is something we plan on telling stories from for the entire series. While I know we’ll never be able to get Chris Wood back for an entire series, it’s certainly fun to keep him alive in the hopes that we’ll get to see him in small doses over the course of the run of the show.

TVLINE | In the meantime, we’re seeing Freya in a few weeks! Why is this the perfect time to bring her back into the fold?

Riley [Voelkel] was always the one that was so happy to be anywhere and do anything and help anybody out. Even in this case, she was willing to go from shooting Roswell to shooting Legacies all in the same week — while also having just finished a series regular role of her own on a new show. It felt great to have her back in the family, and it’s great for the story. For poor Hope, who’s now been forgotten by anyone who’s ever loved her, to have access to a family member at this crucial time would be a really great thing.

TVLINE | Yeah, I feel like Hope is a little directionless at the moment. Where does she go from here?

The first decision she has to make is: Should people remember her, or should she just escape and get on with her life and leave everybody to what she believes is their happiness? That’s what she struggles with for the first bunch of episodes. She thinks that if people seem happier without her, maybe she’s the problem, and maybe they’re better off if she’s not there at all.

TVLINE | Well, she wouldn’t be a Mikaelson without thinking she’s a burden on everyone.

[Laughs] I know, what a martyr.

TVLINE | I’ll admit, my heart broke for her when she saw Landon and Josie kiss. What was the thinking behind putting them together? Was it that they’re both drawn to Hope, so with her out of the picture, they’re drawn to each other?

Yes, but they’re also two people who have lived their lives for others for a very long time. Landon never had anyone to take care of him, which is why he always felt the need to care for Rafael and to protect himself. And Josie is such a protector of everyone. They’re the two people left at the school for the summer, which is another stranded-on-a-desert-island story. It brings the most unlikely of people together.

TVLINE | While I’m glad Hope didn’t end up getting on that bus, I’m a little worried about the big, scary thing that knocked it over.

That was a very, very tall actor on even taller stilts. That was our Shrek costume. He is, in fact, the star of Episode 2.

TVLINE | OK, now let’s talk about the star of this episode: Alaric’s beard. Is that thing sticking around?

It’s not going anywhere anytime soon. It’s not permanent, but I like it a lot, and so does Matt [Davis]. Hopefully, he’ll someday return to his old life and his old look. But in the meantime, it’s a good look on him.

TVLINE | And that was Sheriff Mac sitting with him at the bar?

That is the new sheriff, yes, that was our first look at her.

TVLINE | I guess he’s found a new drinking buddy to replace Damon. What’s the dynamic between those two?

They have an interesting dynamic. He’s a man of secrets and she’s the town sheriff, so I think there’s always going be some conflict there. We also know he’s been unlucky in love, so as we learn more about her backstory, I think there might be a friendship there that can bloom between them.

TVLINE | Lastly, I love that Kaleb is promising to help MG win Lizzie this semester. How successful will they be?

[Laughs] It depends on your definition of success. I think MG’s ultimate success will either be to finally have his love reciprocated, or to realize that he’s better than Lizzie and doesn’t need that love reciprocated.

Your thoughts on Legacies‘ season opener?

[miladylocksley]

Carry On | Pride and Prejudice

Ok so I may be completely way off or too slow not to have realized this before, but Carry On and Pride and Prejudice parallels???

Let’s start with enemies to lovers.

“We were enemies.” “You were the centre of my universe,” I say. “Everything else spun around you.” 

(Carry On, 506)

“Lizzie,” said he, “what are you doing? Are you out of your senses, to be accepting this man? Have you not always hated him?” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 272)

Baz and Simon are already on opposite sides before they even meet on account of magical politics. The Old Families vs. the Mage.

Magicians don’t have kings and queens, but the Pitches are the nearest thing we have to a royal family—they probably would have crowned themselves at some point if they’d ever expected anyone to challenge their authority. 

(Carry On, 82)

They want Watford to go back to the way it used to be—a place for only the most rich and the most powerful. 

(Carry On, 83)

Which then grew into a difference of status on account of Baz’s ability to excel at magic and Simon’s struggle to catch up.

What did he say to Agatha? What did he promise? Maybe he didn’t have to say anything. Maybe he just had to be himself. Smarter than I am. Better looking. Wealthier. Fucking horsier—he could go to all her events and wear the right suit and the right shoes. He’d know which necktie went with which month of the year. If he weren’t a vampire, Baz’d be bloody perfect. 

(Carry On, 145)

Lizzie and Darcy were again established as opposites purely based on social class. 

but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien, and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance, of his having ten thousand a year. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 8)

And later on, on their snap judgment of each other solely based on their first impressions.

His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and everybody hoped that he would never come there again. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 8)

She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 9)

Similarly, Baz rejects Simon when they first meet.

I stumbled forward and looked around, and Baz was walking towards me. Looking so cool. Like he was coming my way because he wanted to, not because there was a mystical magnet in his gut. The magic doesn’t stop until you and your new roommate shake hands—I held my hand out to Baz immediately. But he just stood there for as long as he could stand it. 

(Carry On, 167)

From then on, they are kept apart by external forces bigger than themselves.

“What if,” he says, stepping closer, “ I help you find out who killed your mum, then you help me fight the Humdrum, and we just forget about the rest?” “ ‘The rest,’ ” I say, turning around. “Way to oversimplify a decade of corruption and abuse of power.” “Are you talking about the Mage?” “Yes.” He looks pained. “I wish you wouldn’t.” “How can I not talk about the Mage when I’m talking to the Mage’s Heir?” “Is that how you think of me?” “Isn’t that how you think of yourself? Oh, right. I forgot—you don’t think at all.” Simon groans and rakes his hair. “Jesus Christ. Do you ever not go for the lowest blow? Like, do you ever think, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t say the most cruel thing just now’?” “I’m trying to be efficient.” He leans against the shelf where I’ve set the whiteboard. “It’s vicious.” “You should talk, Snow. You always go for the kill shot.” “When I’m fighting. We’re not fighting.” “We’re always fighting,” I say, going back to the board.

(Carry On, 362)

“It’s not that I don’t prefer this. It’s that . . .” I sigh. “I can’t even imagine it. My family objects to everything the Mage stands for.” 

(Carry On, 364)

In the case of Lizzie and Darcy, it is the latter’s lack of tact that causes the most trouble but, much like Baz in the example above, Darcy is portraying—though clumsily—just what and whom stands in their way. They come from different worlds.

His sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 138)

“I might as well inquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character?” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 139)

We’re now moving on to one half of the couple and their secret crush.

And when I felt myself slipping too far, I held on to the one thing I’m always sure of— Blue eyes. Bronze curls. The fact that Simon Snow is the most powerful magician alive. That nothing can hurt him, not even me. That Simon Snow is alive. And I’m hopelessly in love with him. 

(Carry On, 176)

Occupied in observing Mr Bingley’s attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty; he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticise. But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying. Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing; and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness. Of this was she perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 17-18)

A crush which not only becomes much more, unbeknownst to the other party, but which is left unspoken for so long it becomes unbearable.

“For a long time,” I say. “Hmmm?” he opens one eye. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Almost since we met . . .” Snow closes his eyes again and smiles like he’s trying not to. I smile, too, only because he isn’t watching. “I thought it was going to kill me.” 

(Carry On, 356)

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 138)

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 275)

Though both Baz and Darcy start by trying their utmost to completely deny having any romantic inclination.

“If I’d known it was this easy to get rid of you,” Baz called after me, “I would’ve let you catch up with me weeks ago!” 

(Carry On, 106)

I hated the sight of him—I hated what the sight of him did to me. 

(Carry On, 180)

He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 43)

The whole situation does not look to be improving anytime soon for Baz and Darcy when it comes to any hope of reciprocation because Simon and Lizzie—at least in the beginning—never forgive, never forget.

Ebb nods and pets the goat. “To think you used to be at each other’s throats.” “We’re still at each other’s throats.” She looks up at me doubtfully. She has narrow blue eyes, bright blue--brighter somehow because her face is so dirty. “Ebb,” I insist, “he tried to kill me.” “Not successfully.” She shrugs. “Not recently.” “He’s tried to kill me three times! That I know of! It doesn’t actually matter whether it worked.” “It matters a bit,” she says. “‘Sides, how old was he the first time, eleven? Twelve? That hardly counts.” “It counts with me,” I say. “Does it.” I huff. “Yes. Ebb. It does. He hated me before he even met me.” “Exactly,” she says. “Exactly!” “I’m just saying--been a long time since I had to spell you two apart.” 

(Carry On, 90-91)

“Another time, Lizzie,” said her mother, “I would not dance with him, if I were you.” “I believe, ma’am, I may safely promise you never to dance with him.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 15)

I mean duh, ‘cause they keep being dicks. 

I cannot put down the numerous examples of Baz trying to hurt Simon over the years, whether physically through a monster or a magical recording device or with his unforgiving tongue (yes, the double entendre was on purpose), which has understandably rendered Simon paranoid. 

I step out of Niall’s way. “If he’s planning something, I’ll find out,” I say. “I always do.” 

(Carry On, 84)

Darcy keeps being rude or just legit ignoring Lizzie (’cause denial), so how he ever thought she might welcome his addresses is beyond me. Lizzie only meets any attempt at civility with suspicion.

Mr. Darcy, with grave propriety, requested to be allowed the honour of her hand, but in vain. Elizabeth was determined; nor did Sir William at all shake her purpose by his attempt at persuasion. “You excel so much in the dance, Miss Eliza, that it is cruel to deny me the happiness of seeing you; and though this gentleman dislikes the amusement in general, he can have no objection, I am sure, to oblige us for one half-hour.” “Mr. Darcy is all politeness,” said Elizabeth, smiling. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 20)

Thankfully, Simon and Lizzie begin to see their respective love interests in a whole new light. 

Baz’s mouth is colder than Agatha’s. Because he’s a boy, I think, and then: No, because he’s a monster. He’s not a monster. He’s just a villain. He’s not a villain. He’s just a boy. I’m kissing a boy. I’m kissing Baz. 

(Carry On, 343)

There was certainly at this moment, in Elizabeth’s mind, a more gentle sensation towards the original than she had ever felt in the height of their acquaintance. The commendation bestowed on him by Mrs Reynolds was of no trifling nature. What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant? As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people’s happiness were in his guardianship!—how much of pleasure or pain it was in his power to bestow!—how much of good or evil must be done by him! Every idea that had been brought forward by the housekeeper was favourable to his character, and as she stood before the canvas on which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety of expression. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 180)

But they still do not know when their feelings began to change. 

The looking at Baz and thinking about the way his hair falls in a lazy wave over his forehead . . . Yeah, nope. I’ve thought about that before. 

(Carry On, 351)

“Why did I kiss you?” “Yeah.” “I guess I wanted to,” I say, shrugging. “Since when?” I shrug again, and it pisses him off. 

(Carry On, 353)

“Will you tell me how long you have loved him?” “It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 270)

But there is not doubt; they are each other’s perfect match. 

“I’m not the Humdrum,” I repeat, when I get the chance. “I’d know if I were.” “What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn’t be a bigger mess.” He tries to kiss me, but I hold back—“And you like that?” “I love it,” he says. “Why?” “Because we match.” 

(Carry On, 420)

“What do I not owe you? You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 267)

“It is settled between us already that we are to be the happiest couple in the world.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 270)

“Well, my dear,” said he, when he ceased speaking, “I have no more to say. If this be the case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to any one less worthy.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 273)

BONUS

How did it take you so long to figure it out?

“Baz,” I say. “My roommate.” “The dead one? With the pretty eyes?” “Yes.” 

(Carry On, 99)

“And do not you think him a very handsome gentleman, ma’am?” “Yes, very handsome.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 177)

I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted™

“His hair is a mess, and his face is flushed, and he looks like he might go off right there, without any provocation. 

[…] 

All the blood I’ve got in me rises to my ears and cheeks.” 

(Carry On, 290-291)

Mr. Darcy said very little, and Mr. Hurst nothing at all. The former was divided between admiration of the brilliancy, which exercise had given to her complexion, and doubt as to the occasion’s justifying her coming so far alone. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 25)

Trying—and failing—to be subtle

“It was just flirting,” Baz says. “It’s not like I tried to feed her to a chimera.” 

(Carry On, 277)

Mr. Darcy drew his chair a little towards her, and said, “You cannot have a right to such very strong local attachment. You cannot have been always at Longbourn.” 

(Pride and Prejudice, 131)

They’re all such disasters  

When the figure steps forward, I recognize him at once. Tall. Black hair swept back from his forehead. Lips curled up in a sneer . . . I know that face as well as my own. Baz. 

(Carry On, 150)

They were within twenty yards of each other, and so abrupt was his appearance that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immovable from surprise; but shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the party, and spoke to Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least of perfect civility. 

(Pride and Prejudice, 180)

Carry On : St Martin’s Griffin (Paperback)  Pride and Prejudice : The Modern Library Classics (Paperback) 

[mysteryofjotun]

My Destiny — prologue

summary: making a mistake after having way too many drinks can change everything

pairing: ceo!tom x female reader

warnings: maybe a bit of angst, smut, shitty writing

word count: 2221

a/n: I rewrote this a million times, but I finally came to a point where I'm kind of satisfied?? I'm using the plot of a Taiwanese/Korean drama. But I'm not entirely sure I will follow the plot to the letter, so there will still be surprises for the one who watched it. And it’s my first smut ever, so it probably sucks. Feedback is always welcome, feel free to ask me/tell me anything. As always, I'm sorry for the mistakes!

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“Careful!” you said running, your hands full of coffees,“sorry, get out of the way!”

You walked around the hall of the building, avoiding people so you wouldn’t run into them.

“That's super hot, sorry!” you apologized.

You hurried when you saw the door of the elevator closing. You were able to make you a path into the flood of people. Once inside, everyone was packed tightly, stamping on each other. Suddenly someone patted on your shoulder, you turned your head and came face to face with a handsome man.

“Give it to me,” he said pointing at the coffees.

“Ah, thank you!” you smiled.

When the elevator reached the 30 floor, you fought your way out. “Excuse me,” you said taking the coffee and thanking him. “You… Do you want one?” you asked walking next to him.

“Is it okay if I drink it?” he asked taking one of the pack. “By the way, why it’s always you who does things like this?” he said still walking.

“Actually, I was on my way out here,” you explained shyly. “Thank you,” you said again.

“Have a good day!” he said smiling before leaving.

Lost in your thoughts about this stranger, you completely forgot you had still things to do.

"I'm sorry!” you screamed running towards the office. "Get out of the way!"

"You just get here?" a man shouted angrily. "I have a meeting in 2 minutes, how should I drink that?"

"I'm so sorry," you apologized.

"It's on me," you added embarrassed.

"Elizabeth, latte, without sugars," you said.

"Thank you," your colleague responded.

There was always a person like this around. The person was already busy with her own work but couldn't say no. Even if they didn't thank her, the person still listened to everyone’s requests. And even if it wasn't fair for her, nobody seemed to care.

"Can you stop by the copy machine?" someone asked. "I need it at noon."

"Y/N did you clean the desk yet?"

"Y/N get me a cup of coffee!"

“Y/N, here is today’s to-do list,” someone said putting a post-it on your shoulder.

If you looked at this post-it, it was like you. Although needed by everyone, no one really thought it was precious. It’s comfortable and easy to throw away.

"Marzia, your coffee," you said wearing your best smile.

"Why are you so slow?" she declared annoyed. "We asked you to bring coffee and you take this as an excuse to take a little walk. Hurry, you still have work to do," she added angrily.

You just nodded before returning to your job. “Didn’t I tell you to stop doing this?” said a voice behind you. “Every time you do this, it upset me so much.”

“I have to do it, they asked me, Lizzie,” you explained to your friend.

“You’re not a servant, you don’t have to run errands!” your friend said angrily. She was tired of seeing you getting pushed around.

“What can I do? I can’t say no Lizzie!” you said. “You know that!”

“You're too nice,” she said. “From now on, every day you’ll say to yourself ‘no! no! no!’ you need to practice.”

You laughed and went back to work. But everything changed from the very moment you met your handsome stranger. The same night, as you were alone in the open plan, Harold – that’s your stranger’s name – came to ask you out. It's was the first time somebody genuinely noticed you and seemed to like you. Therefore, to celebrate your now 5 month anniversary, you wanted to make something special. So you had booked a room in a four-star hotel in London.

——

"Harrison," said Tom. "You took care of the thing I asked you?"

"Ah," Harrison responded. "Don't worry. I've painstakingly prepared your proposal. Your room is booked and the flowers were sent to Leah."

"Good," Tom said moving some files around. "Thanks, mate."

"The car is ready to take you to the hotel and then you just have to wait for Leah," he said smiling.

Tom smiled back at him and opened a drawer of his desk. He took a ring box and stared at it.

"Well," Harrison started.

"I'll leave you alone. Good luck, mate," he said smiling before leaving the office.

Tom arrived in the hotel lobby earlier than expected, he was splendid. He was wearing a black suit matched with a white shirt. He headed to the reception, all eyes on him.

“Sir, we were waiting for you,” the receptionist said politely.

“Here’s your key and spare key as you asked. The bellboy will take your luggage and escort you to your room. Enjoy your stay, sir,” she smiled slightly at the young man.

Tom nodded and took the keys. The bellboy quickly approached him and Tom gave him his bag.

“Room 2006,” the bellboy announced in front of the room.

Tom thanked him by giving him a generous tip. The latter accepted it willingly and left. Tom entered the suite and gazed at the room. He would explore the suite, later on, because what he needed was a drink to loosen up. He poured himself a drink and was about to sit when his phone rang. He sighed but smiled when he saw the name on the screen.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said grinning as he sat on the lounge coffee table.

“Hey, how you're doing baby?” Leah asked in a quavering voice.

“Everything’s alright?” he asked. “You seem a little off?”

“Well…” she breathed but Tom cut her off.

“You can’t come, huh?” he exhaled feeling the anger increased.

“You know it’s not my fault,” she said,“but I got the role baby!”

“You know how much time I prepared this night?” he asked angrily.

“Baby, don’t-” she started.

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me,” Tom said. “I heard enough,” he added before hung up on her and thrown the phone away. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It wasn’t the first time she bailed on him. Each time it was the same, Tom made every effort he could for her, for them and she just called and cancelled everything like it was nothing. He couldn’t do it any more. So he finished his drink in one go and decided that since he was already here, he could at least have some fun. He put his jacket on and headed to the hotel’s bar.

——

“That’s beautiful,”

You said amazed entering the hotel lobby. You looked all around you and headed towards the reception. You turned around expecting to see Harold, but nobody was behind you. You saw him leant against a chair talking with a tall brunette. You sighed and turned around not wanting to see any more. Sadness shook you, you were used to his flirty behaviour but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Miss?” the receptionist said startling you. “Here’s your key. Call the reception if you need anything. Enjoy your stay.” she smiled.

“Thank you,” you answered smiling in return and took the key. You headed towards your flirty boyfriend and patted his shoulder. He turned around and flinched when he saw you. He dismissed the brunette and made her a ‘call me’ sign before she left. “I don’t disturb you, do I?” you asked ironically.

He rolled his eyes and sighed annoyed. “That’s nothing,” he said defending himself. “I only have eyes for you, ok?” he said kissing you slowly. He knew that it would make your knees weak and that you wouldn’t argue more.

“Let’s go upstairs, would you?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered smiling and guiding you towards the elevator.

You walked around the hallways, looking at everything. It was sublime.  

“We’re almost here,” he said.

“Oh, it’s here!” he declared as you reached your door.

“Room 2009” you read on the door.

“It isn’t famous for nothing. It’s pretty great,” he said opening the curtains and looking at the windows.

You nodded and gazed at the suite. There was a spacious living room, a large room and bathroom with golden tones that gave a touch of elegance.

“Wow, this is great,” you said as you sat on the bed.

“What should we do now?” Harold said as he sat with you on the bed. “Huh?” you asked not understanding what he had in mind. “Do you have somewhere you want to go?” he asked.

“I saw the brochure… there is a lot of stuff to do. Where should we go first?” you asked not wanting to force something on him.

“I’m going to take a look, maybe you can rest,” he said.

“Oh, huh, okay,” you replied looking down at your hands.  

——

You slept about an hour and when you woke up Harold wasn’t here. You tried to find him but without success. On top of that, you felt so bad, you were one hundred per cent sure you’d caught a cold. You couldn’t stop shivering and as you stumbled in the hotel’s hallways you almost fell at every turn. You constantly banged into the walls, using them as support to reach your room. “Room 2009,” you stuttered pointing at the number on the door. “It’s there. Slide the key,” you said to yourself leant on the door. You fought several minutes to open the door. As soon as your body touched the covers you wrapped yourself in it. “I will close my eyes one second before he came back...” Y/N muttered. 

——

“Another one, please,” Tom mumbled sprawling on the bar. “I think it would be better if you stop here, sir…” the barman started. “I said another,” Tom responded angrily.

Tom tried to stand but almost felt. At this sight, the barman made a call. A few minutes later, two burly men appeared, taking Tom and bringing him back to his suite. The two men opened the door with their master key. They entered the room filled with blackness but Tom stopped them when they reached the bed.

“I can handle this myself,” mumbled Tom as he used the wall as support. When he finally found the bed, he took off his clothes and then threw himself on the bed. He stirred when he felt a body. “Princess… you came…” he said placing himself on top of her. “Hum...” you muttered sleepily.

“I thought I lost you,” he said kissing you slowly.

Tom felt your mouth opening against his and decided that he would let you lead the way. Your hands moved to Tom’s neck, pulling at the roots. Tom let escaped a moan at your action. Your lips moved together, in unison. It was passionately but yet still gentle.

“How do you want this, baby?” Tom whispered huskily. “Just.. you. Now,” you said closing your eyes and biting your lips.

Tom hummed slowly, tracing a cool path of kisses from your neck to your breasts. Tom smirked as he sucked and moved his tongue around each nipple. You tilted your head to the side and sighed of pleasure. Then he kissed his way down your belly, making you shiver as your breath get caught in your throat. Tom lowered his fingers, teasing your clit. You moaned gripping the sheets before clenching Tom’s long curls. Tom smirked when he felt your hands in his hair and softly he slipped his fingers inside you. Tom smirked when he felt your hands in his hair and softly slipped his fingers inside you. You tighten your grip on her hair and it was the signal for Tom to stop. He moved your hips for better access and lined his erection with her entrance, pushing in slowly. 

“Oh my god,” you shuddered as he filled you.

Tom smirked at your comment and pushed himself further until his entire length was in. He began to thrust in and out slowly. You gasped and your eyes shut with pleasure. He went faster and changed his angle to go deeper. He pounded into you, both coming close to the end. 

“I’m… I’m gonna...” she stuttered.

“Come on baby girl,”

Tom replied as he was kissing her neck.

Tom felt your walls tighten around him and you both met your release together. He pulled out and collapsed next to you. You let out a breath of contentment. Tom wrapped his arm around you, spooning you as you both fell asleep.

——

You woke up feeling two strong arms around you. You gasped when you recalled the events of the night. I really did it you thought, and couldn’t stop smiling. As you tried to move, Tom secured you against him. “Let’s stay like this for a little bit more,” he said holding you tighter. Maybe because it was the morning but his voice sounded a bit different for you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said out of the blue. “I didn’t even realise when you came in.”

“No, it’s ok,” you replied reassuring him. “I’m sorry I came late.” “When did you come?” he asked sleepily. “We came together, silly,” you laughed.

“We came together?”

he asked frowning and thinking of what you just said. Automatically he looked down.

You gasped simultaneously, putting space between you and screaming when you realised that it wasn’t the person you thought.

[greysfanpage388]

Recovery- part 2

Hey guys, this is part 2 of ‘Recovery’. part 1 can be found here.

http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/165288004476/recovery

This part is actually a belated birthday gift to dear friend Lizzy @elipcius who always makes nice banners for me and I felt like I need to reciprocate. <3 She requested for a fic with Amelia being jealous about Teddy and Owen. I thought that it would be easier to integrate Teddy into this fic, instead of starting another concurrent post season 13 finale fic.

Sorry that this is so late and way past your birthday, Lizzy, but I really hope you enjoy it! *hugs

 Also special thanks to Julisa @jia911 for proofreading and Fran @francescabuccino for giving feedback .

P.s This does not follow the promo pics or promo clips of the season premiere as I have actually started writing this quite some time ago

‘ Ryan and my unicorn baby are my past, but you are my present and future too.’ Amelia said. ‘ We’ll get through this together right? Both of us, Megan and the babies we’ll have together. We’ll get through this together and as a couple and then as a family.’

Owen felt his heart swell at the mention of the word ‘family.’

‘ Yes, we will. We’re in this together. For better or for worse.’ Owen promised as he stuck his pinky finger out and she linked her finger to his.

They, Owen Hunt and Amelia Shepherd were a team. Nothing could get in between them now. They would get through this together stronger than ever.

Owen and Amelia returned hand in hand from breakfast, after having a heart to heart talk. Amelia felt so relieved now that she had opened up to Owen about her innermost fears and insecurities. For the first time in months, she felt an entire burden being lifted off her shoulders. Owen for his part, was also glad that Amelia finally decided to open up to him about her past and her fears. Now he felt like he had a better understanding about why she was suddenly afraid of having babies and shouted in his face that she didn’t want a baby when she had been on board the idea just a couple of weeks before. He now knew that she was afraid of having another anencephalic baby, something which she should have told him about earlier. He would have understood and not pushed her to start a family.

Amelia had a smile on her face. Now that she had cleared things up with Owen, she could focus on taking care of Megan. She guessed that Megan would still be fast asleep on her hospital bed at the moment, recuperating.

As they approached Megan’s room, she stopped on her tracks when she saw an unfamiliar tall, slim, blonde haired woman standing beside Megan’s bed. The woman was chatting comfortably with Evelyn. It was apparent that they both knew each other. Meanwhile Megan, who also seemed comfortable with the blonde woman’s presence, was sitting upright on her bed seemingly interested in the conversation.

To Amelia’s uttermost surprise, Owen’s face lit up as soon as he saw the woman. He rushed into the room without hesitation.

‘Teddy! ‘ he called out excitedly. At the same time, Amelia realized that this was most likely the woman she was speaking to on the phone the night before Megan’s arrival.

The woman turned around at the mention of her name and her face lit up too.

Owen swiftly closed the gap between them and embraced her in a tight hug as Amelia looked on, confused.

Forgetting Amelia’s presence for a moment, Owen continued hugging Teddy tight. They both refused to let go of each other. A stray tear rolled down Teddy’s cheek and Owen looked like he was about to cry too.

After a few long moments, Owen finally let go of Teddy and gave her a quick glance as she wiped away the stray tear. She seemed different compared to when he last saw her- she was glowing, and looked happy and fulfilled. Physically, she still looked the same as before- tall, slim, blonde and pretty, but she now spotted a happy and cheerful look. He was just so glad to see her after so many years.

When Teddy left Grey Sloan Memorial - she was feeling depressed and still reeling over the loss of her husband Henry. He was actually a patient of hers, whom she had married so that he could use her health insurance, but it eventually developed to become true romance. It was a brief but sweet love affair between them, which unfortunately ended when Henry eventually succumbed to his illness - Von Hippel Lindau disease. After his death, Teddy was distraught. Sensing her sadness and hopelessness, Owen had no choice but to fire her so that she would accept the job at MEDCOM. The years of serving in MEDCOM had given her more joy and fulfillment than she could have ever imagined.

However, despite the fact that she was happy working there, she couldn’t help but feel that there was something missing in her life. She was lonely. She devoted all her time and energy to her work and serving the soldiers in the army, and barely had time to think about her personal life. Since Henry’s death, she had pushed that aspect of her life aside, focusing entirely on her career instead.

Now seeing Owen after so long opened up the flood of memories about her past and her time in Grey Sloan Memorial. She and Owen were good friends during the time in the army, and she did have feelings for him initially when they were working together in the battlefield and subsequently in Grey Sloan Memorial. When she expressed her feelings to him, he chose Cristina instead, so she accepted the fact and they remained good friends until she left for MEDCOM.

For Teddy, Owen looked the same as when she last saw him. He seemed to have aged a bit, but still had the same muscular build. She didn’t realize how much she missed him until she saw him in person after so many years.

She had wanted to escort Megan over to America- but she had plenty of stuff to settle back in Germany before she could afford to fly over. So being rest assured that Megan was being accompanied by the best colleague she could find on the flight and subsequently on the helicopter, she remained back in Germany for another week to tend to her stuff before flying over to check on Megan. But now that she was finally back here in America, she realized how much she actually missed her home country.

‘I called.’ Teddy said, her voice shaking, still unable to believe that her good old friend Owen Hunt was actually standing in front of her. ‘ After Megan arrived in our Germany quarters, I called and you never answered.’

‘ You never replied to my emails either.’ Owen retorted. ‘ I emailed you daily after you left and you never replied them.’

Teddy remained silent for a while- a bit taken aback by Owen’s retort. But what he said was true.

‘ I was busy settling down to my new life.’ she told the half truth. It was true, she was busy settling down to her new life, but another reason why she failed to contact Owen after her departure was that she didn’t want to have anything to do with Grey Sloan Memorial any longer. To her, after Henry’s death, the hospital only harbored painful memories- memories of Henry’s death and memories of what should have been with Owen. She wanted to start anew and make a brand new life for herself. To do that she had to cut off all connections with the people there.

‘ I’m sorry . I was in a daze after receiving the news- I just wasn’t up to having a conversation.’ Owen apologized sincerely, regretting his earlier accusation. ‘ But I’m so glad to see you again. How have you been?’

‘I’m good.’ Teddy answered.  ‘Busy with work.’

‘ She’s more than good. She took very good care of me.’ Megan who was silently observing the interaction between her brother and her friend chimed in.  ‘She was the one who nursed me back to health when I was in the army hospital in Germany until I was stable enough to be transferred.’

‘ Thank you, Teddy.’ Owen said gratefully. ‘ Thank you for taking good care of my sister for me.’

‘Yes- thank you so much Teddy for helping to take care of my daughter.’ Evelyn chimed in.

‘I’m just helping out a friend.’ Teddy replied as she squeezed Megan’s hand and smiled at her.  ‘I’m just so glad that you’re better now. You also look much better and more nourished now than when I last saw you.’

‘Yes, the staff here have been taking good care of me.’ Megan answered, giving Teddy a small smile.

Amelia- who was quietly observing the interactions and feeling left out, decided to join in the conversation.

She cleared her throat- catching the attention of everyone else in the room.

‘So you are Teddy Altman?’ she asked Teddy. ‘ I’m Amelia Shepherd, the person who spoke to you on the phone.’ she introduced as she extended her hand for Teddy to shake.

Teddy politely shook Amelia’s hand.

‘ Oh hi- nice to meet you Amelia.’ she greeted.

‘So you and Owen are friends?’ Amelia asked.

‘ Yes, we were friends back when we were in the army and later on in Grey Sloan Memorial.’ Teddy answered. ‘ We’ve worked together for a long time.’

Amelia nodded silently, but her facial expression told Teddy that she didn’t seem satisfied with the explanation.

Teddy’s smile faded as she realized that her and Owen hugging each other tightly didn’t seem to bode well with this woman. She wondered what connection did Amelia have with Owen.

‘ So what connection do you have with Owen?’ she asked Amelia, a cautious tone in her voice.

Sensing the tension between the two women- Owen decided to intervene.

‘ Actually- she’s my wife.’ he answered as he wrapped an arm around Amelia’s shoulder.

Teddy’s attention was now on Owen as she raised an eyebrow at him.

‘ I didn’t know you have a new wife now. What happened to Cristina?’ she asked genuinely surprised. It was obvious that she and Owen hadn’t kept in touch for so long.

‘Well- we got divorced and parted ways. She moved to Zurich.’ Owen admitted. ‘ But Cristina is my past and Amelia here is my future.’

‘ Oh wow- ok, that’s a lot to catch up on. But I’m so glad that you have found someone to settle down with now.’ Teddy said earnestly. ‘ I’m so happy for you Owen.’

‘Thanks.’ Owen answered smiling as he exchanged a knowing glance with Amelia.

‘Their wedding was beautiful.’ Evelyn chimed in. ‘ I was at the wedding. Amelia was a beautiful bride. Weren’t you, dear?’

Amelia blushed. She certainly wasn’t used to being praised by her mother-in-law. They had always maintained a friendly relationship and Evelyn had always been nice and kind to her, but she wasn’t used to being called ‘dear’ and receiving compliments from anyone other than Owen. Her own mother would never compliment her.

‘Yes she was.’ Owen agreed.

‘ I wish I was at the wedding.’ Megan muttered.  ‘I’ve always wanted to be a bridesmaid at my brother’s wedding.’

The entire room became silent at Megan’s declaration. Owen felt guilty about the fact that his sister was unable to attend his wedding. Again, it reminded him of how he went on with his life while his sister was being held captive for 10 years in a building.

Megan covered her face as she realized that she had inadvertently changed the atmosphere in the room.

‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to imply anything. I just really wished I was there.’ she apologized earnestly. ‘ Please don’t take it personally.’

‘ It’s ok Megan. I know.’ said Owen as he gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

‘Why don’t you get some sleep dear. You seem tired.’ Evelyn suggested to her daughter as she adjusted her pillow and blanket.

Owen, Amelia and Teddy took it as the cue for them to leave Megan’s room to let her rest.

_______________________________________________________________

 They sat in the waiting room for a couple of hours, chatting. Owen and Teddy were busy catching up with each others lives over the past few years. Teddy told Owen about her entire experience working with MEDCOM. Owen, meanwhile, filled Teddy in with the latest happenings in Grey Sloan Memorial since she left. Teddy was sad to learn about the plane crash which took the lives of both Mark and Lexie and cost Arizona her leg. She was also equally shocked and saddened to learn about Derek’s death from a car crash. The staff of Grey Sloan Memorial had suffered so many losses over the recent years, she felt really sad for them.

While Teddy and Owen were busy catching up with each other’s lives- Amelia listened attentively while pretending to be occupied with her phone. She had very little to add to the conversation as she wasn’t in Grey Sloan Memorial when the incidents occurred, except for Derek’s death which she would rather not talk about. She had to admit- she was feeling a little left out as Teddy and Owen continued chatting animatedly to each other. They had so much to catch up on, so many things to tell each other. Owen was so caught up in his conversation with Teddy and filling her in about the recent developments in the hospital that he had forgotten that his wife was still there and listening as well.

‘ So why did you and Cristina get a divorce?’ Teddy asked Owen, also seeming to have forgotten about Amelia’s presence.

‘ We had differing views regarding our priorities in life..’ Owen admitted. ‘ I wanted a baby, she didn’t. When she aborted my baby, that was the final straw for me. It made me realize that no matter what- she would never change her mind about babies. For her, career always came first.’

‘ I see.’ Teddy nodded. ‘ How about Amelia? Does she want a baby?’

Before Owen could answer, Amelia cleared her throat loudly- having had enough of being ignored.

‘ I’m going to go outside to take a walk.’ she announced. ‘ I need some fresh air after staying In the hospital for the whole day.’

Without inviting Owen or Teddy to come along with her, she strode down the hospital corridors towards the hospital exit.

Once she reached the hospital compounds, she took a deep breath to calm herself down as she sat on one of the benches. Something about Teddy irritated and aggravated her. She didn’t know if it was due to the fact that Teddy and Owen seemed so close to each other or that Owen never even mentioned to her about Teddy. If they were so close friends before, why didn’t Owen ever tell her about Teddy? She seemed to be such a significant part of Owen’s life, and yet he neglected to tell her about it. Maybe Owen didn’t consider Teddy important enough to be mentioned. Or maybe he didn’t consider her important enough to tell her every single detail about his past. Anyways, she herself was also guilty of hiding many dark secrets of her past from him so it was only fair and square right?

Who was this Teddy anyways? Was she just a friend? A good friend? Or maybe more than that? An old flame? Maybe Teddy and Owen had a relationship with each other before but broke up? The more questions that crossed her mind about Teddy, the more irritated she was by the fact that Owen failed to mention anything about Teddy to her. She had told him about Ryan and about James, shouldn’t he open up to her about his past relationships too? Also, the fact that both Owen and Teddy had hugged each other so tightly when they first reunited, seemingly so glad to see each other and had chatted non stop to each other for the past couple of hours, practically ignoring her strengthened her suspicion that they were more than just friends.

‘ Amelia!!’ she heard a male voice call out her name. She didn’t need to turn her head around to know who the voice belonged to.

She continued staring out at the hospital compounds, choosing to ignore the person.

‘ Amelia.’ Owen now appeared breathless beside her. Right after Amelia had walked away, he knew that it was a sign of her being mad and immediately excused himself to go after her. Teddy also urged him to go after her, saying that she would go back into the room to check on Megan.

‘ Amelia.’ he was now sitting beside her, touching her by the arm to catch her attention.

She swatted his hand away gently as she turned to look the other way.

‘ Don’t Amelia me.’ she muttered.

‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just so happy to see Teddy after so many years.’ Owen admitted earnestly.

‘ Yes, I can see that.’ Amelia said in a low tone of voice as she finally turned around to look at Owen. He was silently pleading for her to forgive him with the look he was giving her with his eyes. ‘ It’s obvious that you were so overjoyed to see her.’ Owen could detect a slight hint of bitterness in her voice.

‘ I just got carried away.’ Owen admitted. ‘ We had so much to catch up on after all these years.’

‘ Yes, I know you got carried away and that both of you have so much to catch up on. But that doesn’t justify you both treating me like I am an invisible person.’ Amelia said, raising her voice.

Owen was taken aback by her accusation. How dare she say that? First off, she was the one who ran away from him without an explanation, making him feel responsible for her actions. And now here she was, accusing him of treating her like an invisible person when he was just too engrossed in catching up with an old friend.

‘ You could have just joined in the conversation.’ he answered, careful not to raise his voice.

‘ I just don’t know what to say. I mean its obvious you two miss each other so much and know each other very well, and that she knows a lot about your past. She seems very close with your mother and sister. Are you both childhood friends?’ Amelia probed, wanting to know.

‘ We met while we were both army surgeons. We were both serving in the battlefield together.’ Owen explained. ‘ We worked closely with each other in Iraq. I was the one who convinced her to come work in Grey Sloan Memorial, where she worked for a couple of years. We were good friends, best friends even. We knew everything about each other. However, it never managed to go further than that.’

He paused for a moment, wondering how to go about explaining to Amelia about his complicated relationship with Teddy.

Amelia furrowed her eyebrows.

‘ What do you mean by that?’ she asked in curiosity.

Owen cleared his throat before continuing.

‘ Well, there was a point when we both admitted that we actually had feelings for each other, but we never acted upon it. That time I was already with Cristina and I chose Cristina. She was disappointed at first but eventually moved on with Mark….’

‘ With Mark Sloan?!’ Amelia interjected, her eyebrows raised. ‘ Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.’ she shrugged, recalling that Mark would sleep with anyone. ‘ Sorry for interrupting, you can continue.’

‘ Yes, it was just a short fling…. and then there was Henry, a patient of hers with Von Hippel Lindau disease. She actually got married to him. Sadly, shortly after they got married, he succumbed to his illness. It was so sad.’ he recalled, shaking his head sadly. ‘ She was so devastated after his death, I could see the sadness in her eyes. It was obvious she really loved him and his death affected her so much. I saw that she had nothing left in Grey Sloan so I had to fire her in order to convince her to go to MEDCOM, which was what she really wanted to do.’

Amelia listened quietly, suddenly feeling some pity for Teddy. It certainly wasn’t easy losing a loved one, she knew that.

‘ So even though we did have feelings for each other, we were never in a romantic relationship in case that was what you were wondering.’ Owen added.

Amelia nodded slowly, digesting the information about Teddy that Owen had told her. He seemed honest in his explanation, and she really appreciated that.

‘ Then if she was a significant part of your life and your best friend, why didn’t you tell me about her before?’ she asked him, her head titledto one side as she looked at him for answers.

Owen cleared his throat again, his mind trying to think of a suitable answer.

‘ It’s because shortly after she left, I tried to contact her. But she never replied my emails so I guess she was too busy and preoccupied with her new job and new life to remember me. So I put her in my past and moved on with my life with Cristina and then with you.’ he explained. ‘ Like I said, Teddy and Cristina are my past, but you are my present and future.’

Amelia smiled, finally fully accepting his explanation.

She linked her arm in his and placed her head on his shoulder as they sat on the bench.

‘ Ryan and James are my past but you’re my future too.’ she said as she smiled up at him.

They sat together on the bench for a few more moments, just enjoying the peace and quiet, before they re-entered the building, hand in hand.

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Teddy was sitting by Megan’s bedside when they re-entered the room. Megan was still fast asleep. Evelyn had gone to the cafeteria to get some food.

She smiled as she looked up at the couple walking into the room.

‘ Well, hello there.’ she greeted softly so as not to wake Megan up. ‘ So I see that you both have made up.’

Owen and Amelia exchanged smiles without replying.

‘ Where’s my mom?’ Owen asked.

‘ She went down to the cafeteria to get some food.’ Teddy answered.

Owen nodded as he looked at Megan who was still fast asleep on her bed.

‘ Listen, I’m sorry for just now.’ Amelia apologized to Teddy. ‘ I overreacted. I didn’t know that you both are good friends.’

‘ It’s ok, I didn’t know that he’s remarried either.’ said Teddy. ‘ Guess we both haven’t kept in touch with each other for so long.’

The three of them started chatting together as Teddy told Owen and Amelia how Megan was rescued from the abandoned building and how she was in a really bad shape when she first saw her. She also told them of how she nursed Megan back to health in Germany before Megan’s transfer. They also discussed about the plans of transferring Megan to Grey Sloan Memorial for further observation within the next few days since Megan’s vitals seemed to be stable now.

Shortly after, Megan woke up and they had small talk with her, being careful not to touch about any topics which might trigger her PTSD.

Owen let Megan play around with his IPhone, to her delight as she had never seen an IPhone before.

‘ Gosh I feel so out of touch from reality.’ she admitted as she fiddled around with the phone’s touchscreen. ‘Everything has changed so much from since I last saw the outside world.’

They all chuckled at her, glad that she had recovered a little of her sense of humor.

Just then, Evelyn returned into the room and joined in the conversation.

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 That night, Evelyn had gone back home to rest, Megan was fast asleep, and Owen was dozing off at the bedside chair again. Being unable to sleep, Amelia decided to get some fresh air outside the room.

As she walked outside to the waiting room, she spotted Teddy sitting alone on one of the chairs.

‘Hey.’ she greeted softly.

Teddy looked up and gave her a small smile.

‘ Hey.’ she greeted back.

Amelia took a seat next to Teddy.

‘ You’re not going back yet?’ she asked.

‘ In a short while- I figured that I want to stay here a little longer as I would feel bored alone in the hotel room.’ Teddy replied.

‘ You would feel bored here too.’ Amelia joked, winking. ‘ It’s not like there are many interesting things over here.’

‘ That’s true.’ Teddy laughed.

A tense silence filled the room as both women struggled to continue the conversation.

‘ So how long have you and Owen been married for if you don’t mind me asking?’ Teddy asked.

‘ For about a year.’ Amelia answered as Teddy nodded.

‘ I can see that he really cares about you.’ said Teddy. ‘ I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you and the way he speaks to you.’

Amelia smiled. ‘ I know he really cares for me.’ she admitted. ‘ He’s a really kind, loving, caring and passionate man.’

‘ Yes he is.’ Teddy agreed. ‘ When he loves, he really loves passionately. He would climb mountains to protect his loved ones. He and Megan are very close and he’s always really protective of her.’

‘ He was in a daze when he first learnt that Megan had been found alive.’ Amelia recalled. ‘That time when I spoke to you on the phone, he couldn’t come to the phone because he was not in the right state of mind to speak to you. I guess he was in a shock to discover that she was alive after thinking that she was dead for so long.’

‘ I know- he would usually act that way when he has his PTSD episodes.’ Teddy nodded. ‘ They both share a very strong bond with each other. I know that by observing the way they interact with each other.’

‘ I can see that.’ Amelia agreed.

‘ You’re lucky to have him as your husband.’ Teddy pointed out as she touched Amelia on the arm.

‘ Yes, I know.’ Amelia replied, realizing that Teddy’s words were true.

‘ I know him. He’s kind, loyal and caring. He would love you deeply to the ends of the earth if you let him.’ Teddy continued.

Amelia nodded as Teddy’s words resonated with her, making her feel bad for running away from Owen a few months ago.

‘ Do treat him well.’ Teddy added. ‘ And he’ll treat you even better. Please take good care of him.’

‘ I will.’ Amelia replied earnestly.

‘ Are you both planning to have children?’ Teddy asked suddenly.

‘ Well….. we’ve talked about it before, but haven’t had any success yet.’ Amelia half lied, being caught off guard by the question. Teddy certainly didn’t need to know about her running away from him due to her fear of having another baby.

‘ I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you both. Owen has always wanted to be a father.’ Teddy pointed out.

‘ I know.’ Amelia replied softly, feeling more guilty now for having let Owen down.

‘ It’s getting late- I guess I’ve gotta go back to my hotel now.’ Teddy excused herself, as she gave Amelia a pat on the shoulder. ‘Remember what I said.’ she added, winking at Amelia before she left

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‘ You’re lucky to have him as your husband.’ Teddy’s words resonated in Amelia’s mind as she returned back to Megan’s room where Megan was still fast asleep and Owen was still dozing off at the bedside reclining chair.

She stood for a moment, staring at him, admiring his broad, muscular features and his rough facial contours. Even when he slept and was snoring, he still looked handsome to her.

Sensing that there was someone staring at him, he stirred slightly and opened his eyes.

Their eyes met and they gazed at each other for a long moment.

Amelia sat down next to him and gently took his hand in hers.

Relishing in her soft, tender touch which he missed, Owen squeezed her hand as they smiled at each other.

Amelia struggled in her mind to find the right words to say to him.

‘ Are you ok?’ Owen asked, as she continued gazing at him lovingly. ‘ Is there something you want to say?’

‘ I just wanted to say that I’m so lucky to have you as my husband.’ she finally admitted in a soft voice, careful not to wake Megan up. ‘ You’re so kind, loving, caring and forgiving towards me, so thank you.’

Owen chuckled, amused but pleased by her sudden admission.

‘ I’m lucky to have you as my wife too.’ he said earnestly as he squeezed her hand. Her heart leapt with joy upon hearing his words.

They sat in comfortable silence, hand in hand by Megan’s bedside, watching her sleep.

At that moment, they both realized that they had each other to lean and depend on. No matter what obstacles came their way, they would get through it together. They were a team. They were lucky to have each other indeed.

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