#absolutely wild. they all lied to me about what the urgent in person meeting was about

[andhumanslovedstories]

Also today I got a nursing award! This is how we’ve decided to display it.

[fal-carrington]

If I’m not the one who is going to make you happy? Pt.4

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Priya

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Disclaimer: All the characters belongs to PB

Prompt: “I could not understand the reason for the sudden interest in me. Priya was from afar the most hedonistic person I had ever met. She awaken a wild side in me, a side that yearned for parties, uncomplicated sex nights, drinks, just fun. Something crazy drew me towards her, just the fact that she could kill me at any second just makes me wonder if I lost my mind.

Kamilah was different. Gorgeous, older. Always serious, cold. Almost untouchable. Just focused on work most of the time, I did not know if she hated me or if she just tolerates my presence because of Adrian. With Kamilah, I never knew if what I was doing was enough, she saw me as irresponsible and troublemaker kid, but I confess that it was that perfect smile of hers who made my heart beat faster. Part of me longed for her approval. And in the middle of all this, I was trapped between these two gorgeous and powerful women.”

Hayley’s pov

It was about one o'clock in the morning when Priya rolled to the side, coming out from me and lying beside me, with a satisfied smile spread on her perfect lips, her dark eyes had an inexplicable, inviting, but also dangerous shine. I already knew that look, it was that satisfied, pleasurable look, the look she always had when she got something she wanted. And with Priya, she always got what she wanted. I ran my hand through my hair and settled into her king size bed, pulling the red sheet closer to my body. I could hear perfectly the loud thumps of the music coming from the dance floor across the wall from the red room.

Adrian had send me to do some street work for him, which included taking some papers to Kamilah, and I had taken that moment to stop at the Priya club to say hello. It had not occurred to me that I would spend more time there than imagined.

My body was covered with sweat, well, we were in the red room hours, I could already expect exhaustion to take care of me, but she was relentless, I felt her big red nails running through my body again.

"...You're insatiable, huh?" I said with a affectionate laugh.

"You can not blame me for not wanting to take my eyes off my muse's body," she said softly, purring in my ear. Listening to her talking like that, it almost made look like we were really a couple. I turned my face, having direct contact with that perfect face of hers, Priya approached enough for her lips to touch mine in a mere kiss, a touch of lips. Her hands came to rest on my jaw, where she turned my face, as her kisses became more urgent, until her lips stopped on my neck.

It was only a matter of seconds before her fangs sank into my neck, and that painful, pleasurable sensation would come again. I bit my lip, in the middle of that ecstasy, it came to my mind that I really should go do my job, I had so many things to do, and here I was, killing time with Priya, and avoiding my obligations.

I reached my arm and unlocked my cell phone for the time, almost 1h15 in the morning. Fuck, fuck.

"Holy shit," I said sitting on the bed with the phone in my hands. "Adrian is going to kill me, I have to go." I looked around for my clothes that were lying on the bedroom rug.

"You do not have to go now, dear." I felt Priya's lips on my shoulders, her hands coming back to my waist, possessively. "This a lot more fun." She pulled a lock of my hair off my shoulders, lightly biting my ear, I felt a chill in my stomach.

"I know." I turned to her with a pout. "But he's my boss and he sent me some tasks that I'm not done yet." I turned to my clothes as I dressed them hastily.

"May I ask what they are?"

"Uh, deliver some reports to Kamilah, review some documents, that sort of thing." I shrugged finally finding my jacket.

"Of course, as always, Kamilah, ugh." I could hear the bitter tone on Priya's lips as she walked away to wear her black robe.

"Yes, she. You two do not seem very friendly to each other.” I watched her pouring wine in a glass.

"It's a long story from centuries ago. That dinosaur clearly does not know how to have fun.” Priya rolled her eyes, turning to me and leaning against her desk, with a catlike smile. "In all, you do not seem happy enough to go and see her," she said.

I sighed. Kamilah and I... I could never understand. I would never know if she hated me totally or if she was indifferent to my presence.

"That's not it," I said with my back to her as I tied the laces of my boot. "I just feel like she does not like me very much, and that's fine, I do not care." I lied, shrugging. I would never accept the fact that a part of me would always be seeking approval from Kamilah.

"Kamilah does not like anyone, do not take it personally, honestly I could not care less what she thinks of me, but... What's this?" Her voice brought me to her attention, I turned around and came upon Priya holding a social jacket in her hands.

Kamilah, social jacket.

I swallowed hard, looking at it. That jacket was tucked inside my purse, which I intended to give back to her. Priya stared at the material.

"That's... This from Lily's. She lent to me because it was cold,” I said, blatantly lying, to my surprise Priya gave a mischievous laugh.

"No offense, my love, but that Lily of yours does not have the slightest sense of style, and this... It's a Versace jacket. She could not afford it. What brings me to... I recognize that perfume very well. What are you doing with Kamilah's jacket?” She asked with her hands on her hips.

"Uh, that night of my birthday... I can not remember everything that happened, but Lily told me she took me home, and let me use it because I was cold. I thought it was nice of her... Then as Adrian asked me to deliver the reports to her, I would return to her." As I admitted the truth, Priya's smile grew more and more.

"So, Kamilah really drove you home that night, I see," she said thoughtfully. "So you slept with her."

"What?" I stood up laughing at her words. "No, God, no. When I woke up in the morning she was gone. She just left me at home.” Priya approached me, watching me with those dark eyes, like two stars in the night.

"You're a bad liar, my dear." Priya said touching my chin with her index finger.

"I'm not lying."

"Every time I mention Kamilah, your cheeks turn pink, when you're near her, you're so shy that it's impossible not to see. I notice everything."

"She's not that bad, she's been through a lot, and—"

"I knew it. You slept with her, did not you?” Priya gave a wicked laugh. My cheeks grew rosier still. "I believe your silence expresses the agreement in that fact, right? And I assume it was not just once,” I sighed.

"It meant nothing."

"For you, yes. And, of course, being that old cold mummy she is, she paid no more attention to you, hurt you, huh?"

"It will not happen again, Priya. It was a mistake that I do not intend to repeat."

"I do not care what happened." She brought her face close enough to mine until I could taste the blood mixed with wine in her breath as she grabbed my cheeks. "You're mine now, mine to do as I please, I'll make sure of that, tell Kamilah she'll never have the pleasure of having you again, tell that dinosaur, you belong to Priya Lacroix, and she will never touch you again.”

2h00am, Ahmanet Financial

It was almost two in the morning when I arrived at Ahmanet Financial, when I said my name in the black lobby and what I was doing there, it was in a matter of seconds for me to be met by an elegant brunette woman, coming out of an elevator and going to me with a cold look.

"You must be Hayley, right?" She looked me up and down.

"Yes, it's me," I said with the documents in my hands.

"You’re late, Mrs Sayeed has been waiting for you for for two hours, lucky for you that today she had a canceled meeting and she's got an hour to spare. She hates delays.” She said following in front of me and entering the elevator, I hurried to accompany her.

"I am really sorry. Something unexpected happened in the middle of the road. Usually I have the habit of being punctual."

"Oh, really?" She looked at me scornfully as we climbed the black elevator.

I kept silent, nervous waiting for my fate to finally arrive. What would I tell Kamilah? I'm sorry, I'm late I was with Priya in the Crimson Veil, and in fact she made great threats tonight. Oh, fuck. Where had I gotten myself?

As the elevator doors opened, Kamilah's assistant stepped out in front of me, her heels slamming against the floor.

"Wait here, I'll announce your arrival and see if she's available to meet you." I bit my lip and approached one of the windows a few feet down the hall that led to Kamilah's office. I asked what it was like to work every day with a view as beautiful as this one coming from her own office.

Should I even pay attention to Priya's words? She was hardly serious about something, and why did she want me so badly? God, who am I trying to fool? We would not last a month, and if that were the case, she would kill me anyway. Since when Priya has become so possessive?

"Mrs Sayeed is waiting for you." I could barely hear when Kamilah's assistant had returned.

"Thank you." I nodded and walked past her, glimpsing the two wooden doors of that office I knew perfectly. It was so large, elegantly decorated.

When I entered, she was sitting powerfully in her big black chair behind her desk, writing on a pile of papers, if I could guess, I would say she was just giving her signature, something about Kamilah I came to discover, she has a beautiful handwriting.

I could spend hours there watching her, I would never tire. Kamilah was absolutely beautiful, her jacket was hanging in her chair, she wore a navy blue shirt with a few buttons open, exposing her gold medallion around her neck, her dark makeup and hair always perfect contrasting her beautiful features. She was the definition of perfection.

"Hey," I said leaning against the door. She looked up and saw me.

"Hayley. Finally.” She went back to what she was doing, I closed the door behind me. "May I ask why you made me wait so long? Patience is something I've been missing these days."

"I'm so sorry. I had some... Complications on the way,” I said, approaching her table.

"I see." Kamilah replied coldly with her eyes on her contracts.

"I believe it belongs to you. Adrian asked me to tell you that there are a few pages that are missing for you take a look at.” I extended to her.

"I'll go look eventually," she replied. I moistened my lips looking at her, hoping she would say something more, but she did not say. I stayed a few seconds like this, until I remembered her jacket with me.

"Oh, I have to give it back too." I showed her the jacket, her eyes glittering with recognition, she reached out and her hand touched mine by accident, I could not help feeling that energy, that magnet that it ran through my body to the contact of our skins together. I shuddered away, Kamilah narrowed her eyes. "Uh... Thanks for what you did. For that night of my birthday. I hope I did not embarrass myself too much,” I said, feeling my face burn.

"Just a little, nothing out of the ordinary," she said and I blushed even more.

"I'll remember that." I retreated a few steps from her desk and walked to the door until Kamilah's voice caught my attention.

"Next time try not to be late," she said coolly and calmly. I sighed and turned, the expression on my face should show irritation, which actually was not very smart for a 22 year old girl to look at a 2063 year old vampire.

"I've already apologized," I said impatiently. When I got here, she barely looked at me or gave me attention. She just picked up the papers as if they were anyone handing over to her. Kamilah looked up and finally looked at me with some kind of interest. Her beautiful brown eyes looked directly at me, as if she could read all my emotions. She stood up and walked silently to the other side of the office to get a drink for herself.

"Yeah, I've heard," she replied putting ice in her whiskey glass. "Sometimes I think you do not take your job too seriously. Today, however, I have the conclusion."

"Excuse? I take my job seriously." I touched my own chest. Kamilah raised her eyebrows as if she doubted my own judgment. To my surprise she came walking towards me with slow, contemplative steps.

"So Priya had nothing to do with your delay?" She said taking me completely off guard.

"No!" I stammered and Kamilah tilted her head to one side, appraising me. "I mean, it's none of your business, Kamilah."

She finally stopped, right in front of me. I was looking at that tall, gorgeous woman who was looking at me cynically.

"You are lying. You were with Priya, were not you?” She said as if reading my mind. Before I could respond, she took a lock of my hair off my shoulder, and her eyes located a hickey mark on my neck, left by Priya. Kamilah's eyes flashed dangerously, a chill rose up my spine. "... And with her you were, indeed," she stated.

"I do not know why you care so much." I took her hand from my hair and pulled away from her. Kamilah kept looking at me with interest.

"I do not care," she replied, and it was like I was punched in the stomach. "But you can imagine what Adrian will do for you if Priya ends up killing you, do not you?"

I sighed. Sure, Adrian. Always Adrian.

"I should have seen this before. Of course. You're worried about Adrian. Not with me.” I crossed my arms, Kamilah's eyes did not show any kind of emotion.

"And I thought Lily was the only one who needed to mature." She said in response, I opened my mouth in protest, discredited. "You're playing with fire, Hayley. What do you think you're doing? That you’re experiencing some kind of romance with Priya? And with you, she will finally mature and become faithful, all of a sudden? And you have no chance not to get killed in this process?"

"If I end up dead, it will not be your problem," I said angrily, feeling that feeling grow in my chest. She was completely unbelievable. "Priya was right, you're a freezer of emotions! You do not care about me, you can not do this!” I yelled at her, I did not care if we were in her company, I did not care if she was a vampire that could break my neck at any time, I was just so angry. "You can not lecture me about being irresponsible and think you can guess what I do in my life when you do not care!" Kamilah turned her face away from me for the first time, closing her perfect jaw, biting her lips.

"When are you going to learn?" Kamilah said between her teeth impatiently.

"No, you're not going to do that!" I pointed a finger to her. "You will not meddle in my life, not after you do not give a damn about me after that night in your office."

"Oh, now let's talk about this?" Her pretty face twitched in a grimace.

"Yes, we'll talk about it!"

"Priya is using you, and when she gets tired of you, she'll dismiss you as if you were nothing," she said with her cold face toward me.

"Which is funny, it sounds like someone I know." I gave her a glance, Kamilah gave a cold, humorless laugh.

"You do not know anything mortal," she snapped.

"And you know ?!" I yelled.

"I'm not going to do this, I have work to do." She turned her back on me, wanting to go back to her desk.

"Do this, turn your back on me AGAIN!" I raised my voice and Kamilah stopped, turning her face with an angry look. "You can not do this, Kamilah." I shook my head angrily.

"Do what ?!" She yelled back. "Tell the truth? Trying to bring you to reality? I'm the only one who's being rational here, and you do not listen to me. You never listen to the voice of reason. You just do what you want, act like you're a kid playing in the playground with your toys, this is real life here, Hayley. And you're going to end up dead, being the only one who could be guilty for bringing it to herself.”

"You blame my relationship with Priya so much, but you're as wrong as I am, Kamilah. You can not do this, you can not sleep with me twice, say all those things to me and then act like nothing ever happened!” I shouted approaching her and placing my finger on her chest. "You can not tell me that I'm beautiful, that you want me and that I'm the one you've searched all your life and then turn your back on me!" I thrashed her, Kamilah remained standing letting me do that, until she tired and gripped my wrists with ease. "Let go of me, Kamilah!" I tried to get out of her grip, she brought her face close to mine, getting dangerously close, her brown eyes replaced by red.

"Don’t ever compare me to Priya, mortal.” She said between her teeth, I stared at her angrily.

“I just... Oh, god, I hate you!” I said breathlessly. Kamilah's expression change, that cold look disappeared, giving way to a look of... Hurt? Suddenly the brown eyes were back, so transparent that I swore I could see her emotions for the first of the night, the tightness in my wrists weakened, she stepped back a few steps, her eyes still locked on my face. I touched my wrists, massaging where her hands were before.

She touched her own hair, as if she was in a internal conflict to herself and with me.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." Her voice was a mere whisper.

"Whatever." I shook my head, grabbing my coat and walking out of it so fast I could barely see the look of pain on her face.

[jojuarez26]

Secrets revealed as hearts break. How much can they continue to take.

Divergent fanfiction Eric/OC Mature content and strong language. Violence and dark themes. I do not own any part of Divergent.

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Tarrin's POV

I'm in the kitchen fixing a snack when I feel something warm start to trickle down my leg. It turns into a huge gush that splatters on the floor at my feet.

"Oh fuck!" I yell.

Mother comes charging around the corner and stops in her tracks. Her eyes go wide as she sucks in a deep breath.

"It's time sweetheart," she laughs nervously.

I see Father come out and just stare for a moment. Then he walks to the coat rack plucking his off of it and putting it on.

"Father NO!! Please! He doesn't need to know!," I screech knowing his intentions.

"Yes he does. No more secrets baby. We should have told him months ago." He says shaking his head.

"Father!! Please," the tears start to streak my face.

"I'm sorry Tarrin. No more secrets," he calls over his shoulder shutting the door behind him.

"Mother, stop him please," I beg trying to control the panic erupting inside me.

"No sweetheart, he's right. We should never have kept this from him for so long. I'm calling Dr. Wetzel now. Time to go." She reaches for my bag in the closet while quietly ushering me out the door.

This is not how it is supposed to be happening. He'll never go back to Dauntless after this. FUCK!!!

Eric's POV

I received a private urgent message from my Father. All it said was to meet him at an old unused back door at Erudite as quickly as possible without bringing attention to myself.

I keep cursing this damn train. It feels like it's going five miles per hour as opposed to the thirty I know it is actually barreling down the tracks at. My mind has a thousand scenarios running threw my mind. They all keep leading back to one person. Tarrin.

I finally see Erudite in my sight. I jump off the train and hit the ground running. Carefully I blend into the shadows making my way to the door my Father had said to meet.

I see him holding the door open, a somber look on his face. My heart stops beating for a few seconds.

"Were is Mother? Tarrin? Who's hurt? Is everything alright," I blurt out the word vomit.

Father says nothing, just turns and motions for me to follow him. I feel my anxiety reaching dizzying heights. Soon we arrive at a door in an old, unused part of Erudite. A familiar voice cries out in pain. I all but shove Father out of the way to get inside that room. What I see I could never have been prepared for.

My Fancy lies on a bed, monitor's attached to her, an IV in her arm. Tears streaking her face, her stomach swollen. She's.... Fuck she is pregnant and in labor.

"When... How... I-I... Fuck why the hell didn't anyone tell me!!" I bellow in shock.

"Eric," she whimpered.

Instantly all the angry in me dissolves. I quickly rush to her side. I grab her hand and start stroking her sweaty head. Her hair is plastered to her head and she looks absolutely miserable.

My voice breaks as I speak," Fancy, why in the hell would you keep this from me," she's had to go threw this all by herself. I feel like a piece of shit.

"You wouldn't have left. You, you had to go. I'm sorry," her lips quiver as she speaks.

"You're damn right I wouldn't have left. How long did you know," I ask hurt lacing my voice.

"A month before you left," she starts scrunching up her face and bracing herself.

The grip on my head tightens to a death grip. The excruciating pain that flashes across her face has my heartbeat racing and my nerves fraying.

"Breath Fancy. It's ok, you'll be ok," I whisper kissing her forehead, nose and cheeks.

"FUCK OFF BLUE!!"she screams with venomous eyes trained on me as her chest heaves.

I hear Mother laugh from behind me. I wip my head around giving her a murderous glare. The smile never leaving her face she puts her hands up in a mock surrender.

I suddenly feel another death grip on my hand. Tarrin is squeezing my hand with strength I didn't think a woman of her stature could possess. I look at her and all I see is pure anguish and a wild look in her eyes.

"I.... HATE.... YOU!!"she seethes breathing like she just ran a marathon.

My heart clenches painfully. In eleven years never once has she uttered those words to me. Mother places a hand on my shoulder.

"She doesn't mean it Eric. She is in the worst physical pain of her life right now. Inadvertently, you're the cause of that pain." Mother whispers in my ear.

I nod in understanding. It still hurts none the less. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the doctor raising the sheets and reaching towards my Fancy's nether region. I shot up like a bullet released from the chamber.

I feel my Father grip my arm with strength I would never have guessed my old man possessed as I stand roaring at the doctor.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??!!" I boomed in a voice that everyone but Father jumped.

"Eric sit your ass down." My Father used a tone I had never heard in all my seventeen years. He meant business.

"I'm going to check your wife to see if she is fully dialated and ready to push." The doctor spat out in a clinical tone.

"Blue stop being so dramatic," Tarrin begged in a tired voice.

Sighing I sit down and focus on her face. It's the only thing keeping me from beating the doctor to death. He hums to himself while he is doing whatever the fuck it is he has to between my girls legs.

"Ok Tarrin. Next contraction I want you to start pushing. Are you ready?" The doctor asked gleefully.

"Hell no. But I don't have much of a choice." She sighed her voice becoming distressed.

"I'm right here with you. We can do this, together." I stare deeply into those beautiful emerald eyes.

Truth be told I am scared shitless and feel useless right now. I know right here at her side holding her hand, telling her how proud I am of her and how much I love her is all I can do. The next contraction hits her hard and she pushes with all her might.

Tarrin's face is turning red and twisted in agony. I hold her hand and just tell her how strong and amazing she is. This is it. I'm about to be a father.

Tarrin's POV

I feel like my body is being ripped in two. I'm pushing with all the strength I possess. I want to punch Eric in his damn face. I know he only wants to be helpful and supporting. I still just want to scratch his damn eyes out.

"Alright Tarrin. I see a head. One or two more big pushes and you should be done." Dr. Wetzel says.

Eric suddenly looks pale. His eyes wide and dilated. Oh hell no. This man better not.

"Eric if you pass out I will kick your ass. Do you understand me." I hissed threw clenched teeth.

He just nods. Afraid to speak I'm sure. In this moment he looks nothing like a big bad Dauntless leader and more like a terrified child. I would laugh if it didn't hurt so bad I want to cry.

Suddenly another contraction tares threw my body. I let out the mother of all curses and push like hell.

"Ok one more Tarrin. Take a deep breath and-"

Cries fill the room and tears of pain turn to tears of joy. I look at Eric and tears are filling his eyes.

"Congratulations you have a beautiful baby.......

[easilydistractedwriter]

[The Curious Case of Newt Scamander] Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Prompt: Anon requested:  heyy, what about a crossover of sherlock& fbawtft?:) The Reader (who secretly loves sher& is a muggle) hangs out a lot with newt and they're friends. Sherlock is quite jeaous and curios with whom she is hanging out th whole time. He goes after her when she meets with newt and sees them getting into newt's suitcase. He takes it to 221B and wants an Explanation from her who newt is and what their relation is. Newt tries to settle dispute and says accidentally that she love sher and not him. *hug*

Words:  2,584

Warnings: None that I know of. :D

Wooooo I posted! I know there were some requests that were sent before this, but this caught my eye, and this was so much fun to write.

Sherlock Holmes definitely lived up to his reputation.

Or rather the “high-functioning sociopath” part. Anyone who has ever met the detective have most likely been a victim to his famous deductions; incredibly brilliant but also painfully truthful. As for his sociopathic personality, well… To the public eye, the man seems void of any emotions, the only person who he seemed to have any sort of relationship with was John Watson. Of course, there are still many women who swoon over the tall, dark and handsome detective, but the idea of Sherlock Holmes dating anyone was laughable everyone. Perhaps it was just impossible to provoke an emotional reaction from the consulting detective at all. Or so people had thought. ____ You took one last look in the mirror, and smoothed out your dress to make sure that there weren’t any wrinkles. Satisfied with your appearance, you walk into the living room of your shared flat of 221B. You were about to leave when you heard a familiar deep voice. “You’re in a dress.” “Wow! Sherlock Holmes’ best deduction yet! Quick, someone inform the media of this remarkable discovery!” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Yes well, you weren’t in a dress earlier, were you?” He retorted with just as much sass, “What’s the occasion?” “What? Can’t a girl dress up for herself once in a while?” Sherlock hummed, “We both know that’s not the case.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m having lunch with an old friend of mine, he’s in London for a few days.” “Old friend as in…?” He raised an eyebrow. “A friend that is not currently new.” You put your shoes on and grabbed your purse, “Don’t wait up for me, I left some food in the refrigerator if your hungry, okay love ya!” With that, the door was slammed, leaving Sherlock alone. He sighed. Guess the skull will have to do for now. ____ Newt was meeting you at a quaint little café a few blocks down from your flat on Baker Street. You would’ve suggested to meet at Speedy’s, but the  possibility of certain nosey, curly-haired flat mate coming down to spy on and muck up your little reunion was too big of a risk to take. Nothing was going to ruin today for you. You walk in the front door, hearing the little bell ring. You hear Newt call your name and see that he’s already gotten you two a table by window. He stands up and engulfs you in a big hug. “It’s great to see you, (Y/N/N).” “Great to see you too, Salamander.” You grin cheekily, he absolutely loathes that name. He groans, “Seriously? You know I hate that nickname! Do you have to call me that all the time?” “Oh, sorry, does it really bother you?” You tried your best to look genuinely sorry. “Yes!” You’ve been calling him that for as long as you can both remember. “Aww, well,” you pretended to look thoughtful, “Then of course I’m not gonna stop, you should really know me by now Newt!” He rolled his eyes and smiled at you fondly. It was good to have his best friend back. ____ Sherlock was most definitely not having a good day. First Mrs. Hudson threw out his experiments that were left on the kitchen table. Okay, maybe that was an ideal location to put them but still, they were vital to this case! Then, John had to go back to work because they had an “emergency”, this was an emergency! So he was forced to continue the case when John came back. And then (Y/N) had left him for lunch with another person, whom he has never heard of. And she wasn’t even answering his texts. I mean it was him, how could she not be answering him? He kept thinking about your lunch date, in the totally not creepy way. Maybe she got lost on the way there, that would be typical of her. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.  Or maybe she got mugged?! MAYBE MORIARTY KIDNAPPED HER AND IS HOLDING HER AT GUNPOINT RIGHT NOW?! Okay, he’s definitely been hanging around you for too long. He tapped his fingers along the side of his leather couch. God, was this frustrating. He then, somehow came to the conclusion that spamming (Y/N) with texts until she’d answer him would be the best thing to do. ____ So… you were ready to kill Sherlock. With a spoon. And a blender. Half of your conversation with Newt has been lovely, talking about his travels, his new findings about beasts, his upcoming book and whatnot. The other half, has been with nothing but text alerts. “Yeah, I’ve - ding – been doing – ding – fine here in London, the flat – ding – mates I’ve got are – ding – wonderful, even if – ding – Sherlock can be – ding – a real pain in the arse – ding – sometimes.” Newt makes a face, “Are you sure you don’t wanna get that? It seems urgent.” “Mm, it always is with him.” You mumble. 36 missed texts from “Douchebag in a Trenchcoat” What time are you coming back? -SH Have I ever met this “old friend”? -SH I need to conduct an experiment and John left me for work. Of all things. Come home A.S.A.P. -SH This important to the case! People will die, if you don’t. -SH Alright I finished it without you. Since you were so busy with this friend of yours. -SH (Y/N) pay attention to me. -SH I lied, there was any experiment, Mrs. Hudson threw away all my organs… -SH ANSWER ME. -SH I need your help. -SH I ripped pages out of all your books. -SH The flat is on fire and I’m trapped under rubble, SOS.” -SH (Y/N), Moriarty has strapped a bomb on me and if you don’t come to Baker Street he’ll blow everything up. -SH I thought I was supposed to be the arsehole… -SH (Y/N). -SH (Y/N), please. -SH I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. -SH Don’t ignore me! -SH I know you’re doing this on purpose now. - SH I’m extremely bored. -SH I might just get the gun again. -SH Think about poor Mrs. Hudson. -SH You could be having lunch with me instead. I’m probably much cooler than whoever you’re with… -SH Read more… 14 messages “Oh for God’s sake.” Newt could clearly see that you were stressed by whoever this “Sherlock” person was. But it was his duty as your best friend, to cheer you up and have you smiling again. “Why don’t you come down to the case? It’s been a long time, and I’m sure the creatures miss you an awful lot.” He offered shyly. “That, Newtiekiens, would be wonderful.” You smile. ____ Pacing around the flat, Sherlock wondered why you were gone for so long. It’s been hours, where were? Not that he cares what you do, he was just worrying like John would, like a friend would, right? Yes, he was just doing what a good friend would do. Maybe it would be a good idea to go see if she’s alright. Uh, purely because her disappearing would be inconvenient. He quickly went to your room to see if you had left anything to tell him where you had gone. Some might say this was an invasion of privacy, but that doesn’t matter. He saw your journal open  with a post it note on the page saying where you were meeting a… Newt Scamander? Huh, odd name. He grabbed his coat and made his way to the café. ____ Needless to say, Newt’s suitcase full of magical, wonderful beasts never seizes to amaze. Of course there had been a few changes since the last time you’ve visited. One, unfortunately, being Frank the Thunderbird has now been set free back into the wilds Arizona. You weren’t supposed to have them, but he was your favourite, and while you were glad that he’s back where he belongs, you just wish you could’ve at least said goodbye. Now, Newt had taken in 3 Hippogriffs that had been trafficked, an injured Manticore and a baby Phoenix that was left in the rain. It felt good to be surrounded by magic once again. “I approve of the new additions to the family.” You grin, you felt like Newt and you were raising children. “Oh good, I thought you were going to make me kick them out.” He joked. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, “Shuddup.” You said, hiding a smile. There you were, sitting on a little hill, petting a baby Phoenix, head lying on Newt’s shoulder. It was a sweet scene. “You know, you should him give this to Professor Dumbledore…” you mumble, “Didn’t he say he liked phoenixes?” “Hmm, maybe I will.” He smiled down at you. “So, have you found yourself a boyfriend yet?” You groaned and lied down, “Damn it Newt, it was nice and now you made all… ewww.”  You scrunched your face as if you bit a lemon. “So there is someone?” “No! Maybe…? I don’t know, it’s really really complicated.” You covered your face with your hand. “Not sure if I’m following.” You peeked from under your hand, “Not sure if I do, Salamander.” “Do explain.” You whine a bit more, but sat up straight, “Alright, fine! If your so interested in my love life.” “So there’s a guy, he’s kind of a rude, arrogant arse, but once you get to know him he’s really sweet, in his own way. He’s really really damn smart. And he definitely knows it, but probably the smartest man in the world.. He has these beautiful blue eyes, you could just drown in them. And his hair, I swear it’s not natural, it shouldn’t be, must’ve sold his soul or something… actually that would explain a lot…” Newt laughs, “I’m sure he’s not soulless.” “Yeah, no, you’d be fooled. But still, he’s just wonderful, even if he’s a handful most of the time.” You sigh a little.

“Does he have a name?” He inquired.

“Well, most people call him, dickhead, rude, a self-righteous cock, but I think he prefers to call himself Sherlock.”

He laughs again.

“Sounds like you really like this guy.” “Not exactly sure if he like me back. Not sure if he’s capable of liking anyone.” “Cheer up, he’d have to be out of his bloody mind not to like you. If he really is the smartest man in the world, then he has to see how wonderful you are. Trust me.” “You’re my best friend, you're obligated to say that, Newt.” You say while yawning. He puts his arm around you and you snuggle into his shoulder. You were about to drift off into sleep when– “Do hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You're wide awake now. You turn around, and sure enough, Sherlock Holmes was standing behind you. How the hell? What?! “W-what? Sherlock?! How did you find me? How did you find this place?!” You were pretty sure your jaw was on the floor. “Oh please, you left your journal open and Mr. Salamander–“ “Scamander.” “–Scamander, should really hide this… whatever this is, somewhere more sealed off next time..” He sounded… bitter? “So you followed me!” You huffed. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at you, “Yes, of course I followed you, that much was obvious!” “Unbelievable, Sherlock, unbelievable.” “I was worried! You were gone for hours I didn’t know where you were!” He defended himself. You scoffed, “Wow, that is a really shitty excuse Sherlock.” “Okay, in my defence, as a detective, you following a strange man into a dark alleyway is really shady.” “Well it isn’t any of your damn business.” “(Y/N), maybe cal–“ “Sorry that I was being a good friend for once, okay? Won't be trying that again since you were clearly having a great time here with loverboy.” He spat. “Uh, we aren’t, I’m not–“ “You have no idea how insensitive your being.” “Right, ‘cos that’s Sherlock Holmes. The insensitive, arrogant prick. Hmm?” He rolled his eyes, “What is this anyways? This place is… impossible.”

“I’m a wizard.” He squeaked out, just a smidge intimidated by the man. “A wizard?” He laughed. “Yes, a wizard what were you expecting?” You hissed at him, still pissed at his actions, “Most people don’t know about the wizarding community, muggles are usually ignorant to magic.” “… Muggles?” “They’re non-wizard folk.” Newt explained to him. “Okay…” Sherlock said trying to process this, and he was failing quite wonderfully at it too.  How in the world could this possibly be real? It seemed like a dream, too wacky and bizarre to be reality. Perhaps he was dreaming, and this was all just a horrible nightmare he would soon awake from.

“Yes, and you weren’t ever supposed to know. If you hadn’t followed us this wouldn’t be a problem.” He narrowed his eyes, “Sorry for the inconvenience then, Your Majesty.” “Definitely not as much as I am, trust me.” You glared back at him. “So what does your boyfriend do? Is he a magical animal rescuer?” He hadn't meant to come off rude. Or maybe he had, you never really know with Sherlock.

“I am a magizoologist.” This time Newt glared at him.

“And he’s not my boyfriend, so  would you stop saying that!” Sherlock was really really starting to get on your nerves. “Oh? Then what is he?” He challenged. “He’s my best friend, okay? I can have those, right? They can be guys can’t they?” “Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).” He said, he look hurt. Beyond hurt. “Why would she lie to you? If weren’t busy being jealous you could see she loves you…” Whether Newt had meant to let that slip or not, it was enough to get both of you to freeze.

Your eyes widened at Newt like, “Dude! Not cool!” “Was… w-was I not supposed to say that?” He looked at you sheepishly. “I’m not being jealous. She can date whoever the hell she wants.” Sherlock said, not very convincingly though. Your face morphs from confused to sly. You finally realize why Sherlock’s been acting weird all day, ohhhh someone is jealous. “Awwww Sherl, you don’t have to be jealous!” You tease. “I am not jealous.” He whines, like a child who wants a toy.

“Good, ‘cos you’re the only guy for me.” You grab him by his shirt and kissed him. At first he didn’t do anything, he remained still, shocked at the gesture. Then he started to melt into the kiss and kissed back with more passion, his hands moved to your waist and pulled you closer to him. You'd forgotten everything else and remained focused on one thing. Each other. It had ended quicker than either of you would’ve like, but since your senses were still on fire you didn't say anything.

“So, uh, you two are good right?” Newt said, as he shifted awkwardly.

You laughed and pulled Newt into a hug. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You whisper in his ear.

“You better.” He smiled and whispered back.

You looked back Sherlock, “So, uh, are we, um, a thing then? I know you don't really do this sort of stuff...” 

“I would like to be, yes.” He beamed.

“Okay then, Mr. Holmes.”You pulled him into another kiss.

“(Y/N), GET OUT! STOP TAINTING MY CHILDREN.” 

[elizatellsthestory]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 16

Prompt: Small Things

It was the small things that attracted her to him in the dim lighting of the New York club. She had finished her undergraduate degree a year ago and had moved back home to pursue her doctorate, so it was rare that she was back in the city she’d originally studied in, and even rarer that she went this wild anymore. Being that it was one of her old schoolmate’s graduation celebration, she’d made an exception. She was back to party with her friends after all.

They’d started with bar hopping earlier in the night before finally finding themselves in a club. They’d been dancing together to the beat, but as the night wore on, their large group began to disperse either to dance with an attractive stranger or turn in for the night. She hadn’t planned on abandoning her friend, but when her eyes caught his, she felt a magnetic pull towards the stranger.

The first time, she’d ignored it and continued dancing with her friends.

The second time their eyes locked, her friends noticed and encouraged her to go introduce herself. She declined.

The third time though, she had to admit to herself that maybe she was looking for him in the crowd. Maybe he was looking for her. It was something in the tilt of his lips. The crooked grin exuded an attractive confidence that gripped her. The crease in the corner of his eyes when he shot her the smirk beckoned her with a sense of amusement. His endlessly dark eyes fixed her in her spot as the colorful lights reflected off of them. She wasn’t the kind of person to believe in ‘leagues’ when it came to interaction between men and women, but if she had, she would have believed he was way out of hers.

“Go say hi,” her friend Zuri whispered in her ear as the two girls danced together.

“No! It’s your night. I’m in New York to spend time with you,” Max hissed back and turned her back on the man to give her full attention to her friend, hoping that would put an end to the discussion.

It didn’t.

“It’s my night, and you have to do what I say.” Zuri spun Max back around to the beat of the music until she was facing the direction of the man she’d been making eyes at for the past thirty minutes. “And I say, go get yourself some dick!”

“Zuri!”

“You can thank me later,” her friend laughed with a wave and disappeared into the crowd of dancers before Max could try to get out of it. Max sighed and shook her head with a smile. If Zuri didn’t want to be found in there, there was absolutely no way she’d find her friend. With nothing else to do and nothing to lose, she made her way over to the man at the edge of the room with the beautiful smile.

“Your friend abandon you?” His deep voice reached out for her before she’d even made it to him completely.

“Yeah, she left me to the wolves,” Max came to a stop in front of him. They stood nearly chest to chest so they could hear each other over the loud music, and if they leaned a little closer than necessary to talk, neither said anything about it.

“Next time you see her, you should tell her the wolves say thank you.” He shot her that grin, teeth bared in jest.

“Dance?” She quirked a brow at him and offered her hand, not expecting him to say no. The second his hand was in hers, she turned and led him back to the dance floor, her hips already beginning to sway to the beat. His eyes traced her body as he eagerly followed her onto the dance floor. Deciding they’d moved far enough, he twirled her until they were face to face, close enough to feel each other’s warm breath on their skin. His hold on her had made it’s way from her hand to lightly grip her around her waist.

“Oscar.” Max’s couldn’t avoid letting her eyes slide to his lips as he spoke his name. It was hard not to fixate on them when they were nearly eye level to her.

“Max.” Her eyes flicked back up to meet his intense gaze.

“Nice to meet you, Max,” the words flowed off his tongue in a rich chuckle. They both began to move their bodies to the low bass of the music. She was sure that if they had been any closer, she would have felt his chuckle vibrate in his chest. As it was, there was barely any space between them. She could feel the heat of his body radiating into hers. His free hand fell to her hip, the pressure of his touch increasing slightly every time she let her body bridge that small gap between them and graze against his.

It had been a long time since she’d let herself be this free and uncaring. It felt good to not need to think and just let her body and her wants take over. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her body succumbed to the beat of the music. Oscar’s eyes darkened as he watched her move in his hold. Max’s eyes cracked open, and she bit back a pleased grin upon seeing the expression on his face. Holding his gaze, she pressed away from him, dancing just out of his reach. A smirk pulled at her lips, daring him to come closer.

Just as he reached out, his hands searching for their home on her hips, she turned her back to him and pressed against his warmth. Without any more guidance needed, his hands began to wander along her body while they quickly found the rhythm. Max could have sworn she heard a muffled groan in response to the friction between their bodies. She could feel his every breath through her back. Every time it quickened or held in anticipation.

His fingers slipped under her shirt, brushing the soft skin, and raising goosebumps along it. Her fingers slid behind her and along the side of his neck until they buried themselves in the coarse tousled hair that had first caught her eye. Her hips pressed into his more urgently as his head bent forwards. Her eyes fluttered shut once more at the feeling of his lips and the coarse touch of his stubble traveling along the expanse of her neck.

“Wanna get out of here?”

…

When Max awoke, it was to sunlight streaming through the window. She groaned and rolled over to block out the sun. Though she was in a strange bed in an apartment she’d never been in before, she didn’t panic. She remembered everything perfectly, and berated herself for not going home last night. With a sigh, she looked at her bed partner who was still fast asleep. It was odd how things looked differently in the light.

His hair was as dark as she’d perceived it to be, but it had more of a curl than a tousled wave and was longer than she’d believed it to be. His stubble looked fuller than it had felt last night, but it was no matter. It didn’t matter really. He was still attractive, and it wasn’t like she’d be likely to see him again. She was leaving the city in two days.

She rose and began to dress. She needed to catch up with Zuri. She felt like she owed her friend brunch at the very least for letting her ditch last night, as worth it as it had been. Once clothed, she bent down to pick up her shoes and tiptoed towards the door when a voice stopped her.

“Leaving so soon?” She turned to find Oscar gazing at her tiredly from where he lay on the bed. “That would be a shame.” The lazy, crooked smile adorned his features and for a brief moment, she considered staying a little longer.

She shook her head and shot him an apologetic smile. “I was supposed to be celebrating my friend’s big night last night. I’d feel bad to skip more of the festivities.”

She could see disappointment in his dark eyes, darker even  than she’d remembered them being last night. “I understand,” he allowed with a shrug. “Maybe I’ll catch you around?”

“Maybe,” she lied. It was easier than to flat out tell him no and risk exchanging information when she had no interest to. With that, she slipped out the bedroom door, and out of the stranger’s life.