#also evie being the only person he can cry in front of

[cranberrylane]

“my instinct is to hide how much i care about things”, “i don't do publicly sad”. oh caleb...

[pupphe-additions]

✬Evie’s Closest Male Idol Friends pt 2✬

Evie x Vernon (SVT) 9/10

Quote: “Friendship is finding that special someone you can enjoy being a dumbass with.” Dynamic: Black Cat x Golden Retriever

His contact in her phone is “Best Boi Vernon”

Vernon and Evie bonded originally over their love for fashion.

Evie has stolen a hat or two from Vernon.

Evie enjoys making sweets for Vernon.

They’ve gone to the movies before a few times and everytime they do they have to buy two buckets of popcorn because Evie will eat it all if they only get one.

He always tells Evie he likes her voice and he enjoys talking to her especially in English because of her heavy Australian accent.

Outside of Skz, Vernon was the first person Evie came out to before going public with it. She also asked him if she could come out publicly and he said he'd support her no matter what she decided to do and she said his response made her value his friendship even more than she once did and she felt more attached to him.

Their favorite type of pictures to take together are extremely goofy ones where they may not look their most attractive.

Evie has stated before she wishes they could hang out more as she always has a lot of fun when they are together.

Vernon values their friendship a lot and he said it’s easy for him to be vulnerable with Evie.

Whenever they meet up Evie always brings him chocolate and he always gives her a new plushy.

Vernon’s favorite way to show skinship with Evie is by playing with her hair and gently patting her head.

Evie likes it when they link arms while walking because she often wonders if she doesn’t. Vernon has lost her a few times when they’ve hung out because of it.

Vernon and Evie are always impressed by each other’s sense of fashion.

He enjoys playing video games with her when they both get the chance to.

They are very honest and sincere with one another.

Vernon will often call her when he is overwhelmed.

Evie doesn’t like crying in front of him, but the few times she has he has always made her laugh instead by saying or doing something silly.

Evie said that he’s one of her happy virus friends.

They also have friendship bracelets that they never take off.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Baekhyun (EXO) 8.5/10

Quote: “A friend is one of the nicest things you can have and one of the best things you can be.” Dynamic: Gaming Besties

His contact in her phone is “Bacon”

Met through Chanyeol after he found out Evie enjoyed playing games.

The two hit it off well and quickly became a duo when it came to playing games.

Evie always jokes that she’s his hard carry but they usually dominate lobbies together.

Constantly screaming comms when gaming to the point Evie’s staff tells her to quiet down or get off games. That’s how they know it’s Baekhyun she’s playing with.

When they are on the phone they are usually talking together for hours with Chanyeol in the room as well.

Baekhyun makes it his goal to make Evie laugh and smile often when they talk.

They don’t really hang out in person, they just play a LOT of games together. Baekhyun is Evie’s favorite person to duo with.

Baekhyun teases Evie often.

They see each other as close family.

Evie adores Baekhyun’s charm.

Baekhyun has made Evie laugh so hard she forgot to breathe.

Baekhyun is another one of Evie's happy virus friends.

Evie and Baekhyun get extremely competitive when they play games together and always try to one up one another in stats.

Evie doesn’t like to bring up sad things with Baekhyun because she prefers when they just laugh and enjoy their time together.

These two are usually calm unless they are gaming together.

Baekhyun likes to buy Evie whatever cosmetics she wants in games to spoil her.

Evie always calls Baekhyun when she needs to be cheered up because he’s always really good at it and can do it very easily.

They roast each other like it’s their damn job.

Evie’s favorite thing to say to Baekhyun when she accidentally feeds or throws is simply “nu-uh!”

[astranva]

Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

// masterlist //

**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

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It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

[bqstqnbruin]

I hate the way you drive my car

So, we’re ignoring the fact that it’s 4 am but here I am with the second part of 10 things I hate about you. Ignore typos, I’ll fix them at some point (maybe ?).

Also, this might be a little bit of, like, soft smut???? Unsure, but hey, stuff happens. I don’t know if this actually counts.

NOTE: the line about being ‘a pop-up book from hell’ I’m pretty sure that line is from Gilmore Girls that I used in here (I changed it a bit but still gotta give credit)

I hope you like it!

Read the whole series:  I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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“Because we both know that’s not true.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” 

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“I need to ask you a huge favor,” you hear him say on the other end of the call as you’re pacing around your apartment out of boredom. 

You groan, knowing that nothing good could come of him asking you for something at ten am on a Saturday. “No.”

“You don’t even know what it is!” he whines on the other end.

“But I know you and know that it’s probably not something I’m going to like if you have to call and ask me.”

“Can you at least hear what I need before you make a decision?” Matthew huffs, clearly a little bothered by the fact that you were dismissing him before giving him a chance. 

You can’t help but laugh imagining the pout he has on his face, the one he would be giving you in person that always, without fail, made you say yes to whatever he was asking of you. But you weren’t in person, so instead of conceding, you tease him with, “Hard maybe, but you’re going to tell me anyway, aren’t you?”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not!” he whines again. You can hear him mumbling to himself about what other options he could think that he had, knowing that he had none as it was if you were the one he was calling.

“Why do you need my car? Where’s yours?” 

“We need alcohol and all the boys are busy. And my car is in the shop, the brakes were being a bitch. I didn’t want them to crap out on me when I need to make a sudden stop or something.”

“Yeah, because we both know you’re good at stopping even with good brakes,” you tease.

You hear him laugh on the other end, so strong and genuine that hearing him made you stop and smile for a moment. “What can I say, I pull out all the stops. And yet, I can never use them to get you in bed.” He closes his eyes, thankful that you couldn’t see him regretting saying something that stupid to you. If he kept up this shit with you, you would have a list of way more than ten things that you hated about him. “But, please, can I borrow your car?” You stop for a moment to think, really not wanting to hand over your keys to him. “Your silence means no?”

“You live two blocks from a liquor store. Are you fucking joking?” you let out.

“I never joke about fucking, especially with you,” he says, forcing you to roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. He really did mean it, no matter how oblivious you were to that fact. “But that one doesn’t have what we want and the nearest one that has our shit is too far to walk to.” 

“I do not trust you to drive my car,” you tell him, hearing the line go dead. You pull the phone away from your ear to see that he was trying to switch to Facetime, probably to wear you down with his stupid pout that always made you say yes. “There is no way I am letting you drive my car.” 

“Y/N, I am begging. I will do anything.” He juts out his lip, batting his eyes at you in hopes of convincing you.

“I’ll drive you there.”

“I feel like I’m two seconds from death every time I get in a car with you behind the wheel.” 

“Order an Uber.”

“But you’re cheaper!” 

Your jaw drops as you can’t help but scoff at what he just said. He can’t really think that saying something like that to you would work. He didn’t mean it like that, just that it was easier to buy you a bottle of wine than pay for the Uber there, back and the tip. But he wasn’t thinking about that enough to fully explain. You study the background behind him, clearly walking into a familiar building, not quite able to make out why you knew the building based on the angle he held the camera. “Wait, where are you?” 

“Bye!” he says, hanging up on you immediately without you being able to get an answer.

“Evie!” you yell, clearly frustrated with Matthew’s antics. You wait to hear her open her door, praying that she was awake. “Evelina!” you screech again.

You hear her door open and slam shut, her bare feet hitting the tile of the floor in the hallway as she makes her way to you, “If you go any higher, only dogs will hear you. Why are you waking me up?”

“I have another thing to add to the list.”

She groans, closing her eyes and dropping her head back as her eyes followed to the ceiling. “You know how to write. The list is literally on the fridge. This is not something you needed me for.”

“Well, Miss ‘They have to be legitimate reasons,’” you mock her voice, “I had to make sure it was a real reason by your standards.”

“What else could you hate about Matthew?”

“I hate when he drives my car.” 

“When the fuck does he do that?” 

“When I asked her if I could get alcohol from the store on the other side of the city,” you hear Matthew’s voice behind you, causing both of you to jump. 

“Jesus, you’re like the pop-up book from Hell. How the fuck did you get in here? The door was locked!” 

“Evelina gave me a key,” he says, waving his key ring in the air as if you could tell which one he was referring to in the mess of keys.

You turn back to Evelina, your mouth open, eyes wide, eyebrows raised. Everything about your expression said, ‘what the hell?’ without verbally saying it. She shrugs, obviously still groggy from being woken up by your screaming. “He’s here all the time and you always happen to be busy when he’s knocking at the door. It was the third key our landlord gave us, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, unable to figure out what to say. Of all the people she could give the spare key to Matthew of all people. 

“So why do you hate when I drive your car?” Matthew cuts the silence out. 

“Well if it’s anything like the way you skate, then I don’t think I want to see it.” 

“I said I would do anything!” he whines, Evelina groans, leaving the two of you to head to the kitchen, presumably to write the new thing on the list. 

“And what does that entail?”

“I would prefer something in the bedroom,” he flirts, earning another eye roll from you.

“How about you start by getting my bag from my bedroom and then we’ll go,” you say, waving him off and practically running to the kitchen to find Evelina. “Matthew doesn’t know about the list, right?”

Evelina looks at you, hesitating to answer. Something tells her that him knowing the entire plan wouldn’t bode well with you. “Did you tell him about it?”

“No.”

“Then, no,” she lies. “And the car thing doesn’t count. You’ve never had him drive your car before. Plus, why would him knowing be a bad thing?”

“Because you know him. He’s just gonna flirt with me and try to make me forget that I hate him. You know I’m a sucker for a sweet guy.”

She looks at you for a moment, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Ok, I’m going to list all the reasons why you’re wrong, and then I’m going back to bed because I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” You roll your eyes at her, something you had already done a lot today, yet still feel the need to keep doing. “So, one. I really do not know him that well, all I know is that he’s clearly in love with you. Plus, I’m closer with Elias, remember? Two. You clearly do not know what flirting is because you two flirt with each other all the time. Every day. Every minute. It’s annoying. Three. You have a very specific type, and sweet isn’t always a given. I know you have dated three guys, and all three of them were hockey players who always got in fights, had curly hair, really nice eyes, and are always someone pest-like. Does that sound like anyone?”

“None of that is true.”

“All of that is true,” she counters, leading to the two of you going back and forth, bickering about the validity of her three point list. 

“Hey, is this it?” Matthew interrupts the two of you, holding up your bag.

“Yes, let’s go,” you say, taking the bag from him and pushing him out the door. “You head down and start up my car, the keys are by the door, Evelina just needs to finish the list first.” You swear you see his eyes go wide and look at your roommate before he darts out the front door. You could have meant the list of alcohol she wanted. Evelina wouldn’t lie to you about him knowing about the hate list. “You’re wrong,” you tell Evelina.

She throws her hands in the air, walking back to her room,  “Don’t bother me unless you finally realize you love him or you can actually add ‘the way he drives my car’ to your list.”

“I hate you,” you call to her in a sing-songy voice.

“Love you, too,” you hear her reply, closing her door. 

You go down to your car, hearing it before seeing it in your spot since Matthew had already turned the volume on your radio up louder than you ever wanted it to go. Your hand reaches for the volume button before you even put the seatbelt on, muting the music to tell him, “There is absolutely no way you’re listening to the music this loud. How can you hear yourself think?” 

“I’m honestly surprised you even believe I think. But did Ev give you her list?” 

“No, she left it on the fridge,” you say, without thinking.

“The fridge?”

You hesitate, not wanting to tell him about the list. You hated more things about him than you liked, so why did you have to keep reminding yourself about that? And why was it so hard to come up with things to put on there. “It was the grocery list, she’s buying the stuff after her nap and needed to know what I wanted for food,” you lie, hoping he would buy it. 

“Is whipped cream on the list?” he asks, pulling out of the garage. The smirk on his face tells you that you shouldn’t ask to elaborate whatever thought was running through his mind, but you couldn’t help but ask anyway. “So you can spray it all over me and lick it off.” 

“You’d have to clean up my vomit right after,” you joke, hearing his laugh again. “Who’s to say that I wouldn’t want you licking it off me, instead?” you flirt back, knowing it would get something out of him.

Hearing you say that makes him stop breathing for a moment, letting his mind wander to the image of that scene. His entire body tenses up thinking about it, only to be snapped out by you yelling, “Brake, brake, Matthew, brake!” He slams on the brakes of your car, narrowly avoiding rear ending the person in front of you. “This is why your brakes are crapping out!” you squeal, eyes wide with fury at his nonattention to the road in front of him. “I’m driving home, you are not allowed to drive my car back.” 

“Calm down, are you dead?”

“I just died a little on the inside.” 

The smirk from before returns to his face, “We both know you die a little every time we go to work, I’m just helping move that along.” Still at the red light, he takes his eyes off the road to look at you, the smirk turning into a soft smile.

You can���t help but bite part of your bottom lip, the rest of your lips forming a smile. His eyes flick between yours and your lips, knowing that he wanted to kiss you. You tear your eyes away to look at the road, fully aware of his eyes still on you, “Green light.” 

The two of you drive the rest of the way in silence. Was that some sort of moment between the two of you? If he hadn’t been driving, would he have kissed you? And would you have let him? 

No, you wouldn’t kiss your best friend. Nothing would make you want to kiss him. You take out your phone, pulling up your conversation with Evelina. ‘Add the way he drives my car to the list. Or the way he drives in general. I don’t care.’ You sigh, hesitating before hitting send.

“You ok?” you hear Matthew say, hitting send before you can decide not to as you pull into the parking lot of the liquor store.

“Oh, yeah. My boss is just asking me some stuff about one of my projects at work,” you lie to him. Evelina responds, just with an eye roll emoji.  

“Alright,” Matthew says, leading you into the liquor store, “Get something for you and something for Evelina and I’ll pay for it.” 

You just nod, both of you giving an awkward smile to the other as you went your separate ways in the store. Evelina needed another bottle of her favorite wine, but you had no idea what you wanted. You eventually find yourself looking at a bottle of wine with Snoop Dogg on the label, of all people. “What’s that?” Matthew startles you, causing you to almost drop the bottle right on the ground.

“This wine brand called 19 Crimes,” you say, showing him the bottle, “Snoop Dogg is a partner in the company.”

“19 Crimes? Is that how many we’re going to commit in the bedroom our first time,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You smile and roll your eyes at him. “It’s a reference to British and Australian history, Matthew,” you tell him, admittedly leaning in a little to his touch. 

“Ok?”

“So starting in the 1780s or 90s, Britain, instead of killing their convicts, would send them to Australia as punishment. If you committed one of 19 Crimes, you would be sent there, starting a colony of criminals and eventually turning into the down under we know and love today.” 

“What are the 19 crimes?” He asks, leading you through the store.

“The first is grand larceny, or theft above the value of one shilling.” 

His hand moves from your waist into your back pocket, your breath hitching slightly at his touch. “Keep going,” he whispers into your air, still leading you around the store. 

“The second: petty larceny, which is theft under one shilling.” You feel his fingers start to tense up in your pocket, sending a shiver down your spine as his touch became more intimate. Without waiting, you keep going, “The third was buying or receiving stolen goods.”

He pulls you closer to him, tightening the grip he has on you as he starts to grab bottles from the shelves with his free hand and put them into the cart he was pushing. “What’s the fourth?”

“Stealing, buying, or receiving lead, iron or copper.” 

“Seems weird,” he notes.

“The fifth will really get you: impersonating an Egyptian.”  

He laughs a low laugh, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Weirdly specific, but keep telling me more.” You could be telling him anything right now, and he would probably be going just as crazy as he was now. Keeping you slightly in front of him, he was glad he couldn’t see how red in the face he was getting from the history you were telling him.

“Six would be stealing from furnished lodgings, so anything stamped with the London County Council seal would send you to Australia. Seven was setting fire to underwood, which is undergrowth in a forest.” You were doing everything in your power to restrain yourself, your hand taking his from your back pocket and moving it back around to the front of you. His fingers find their way into your front pocket, settling on your hip bone as his thumb hooks onto your belt loop.

“Eight,” you keep going before he can say anything else, feeling his gaze on you as you try to ignore the tightening grip, “is stealing letters, advancing the postage, and secreting the money, which is robbing the post office of mail. The ninth was assaulting with an intent to rob.”

You realize Matthew had led you to the back corner of the store, secluded from the other customers. Behind the stake of boxes and the shelves of bottles that surrounded you, no one could see you. Everything he was doing, you would have the same reaction to any boy, you tell yourself. It’s not because it’s Matthew, it’s because he’s just a guy. 

“Number ten?” he whispers in your ear, turning you so that you face him.

“Number ten is stealing fish from a pond or river,” you let out, his hands on your waist as he pulls you close to him. He presses his forehead against yours, your hands on his chest. You can feel his heart racing, almost in sync with yours as you keep going. “Similarly, 11 was stealing or destroying roots, trees or plants.”

“Eight more,” he says, kissing your forehead. 

Your eyes flutter closed, knowing that looking at him would only make this worse for you. “Because of the divorce laws that were in place, number 12 was common: bigamy, the act of marriage while already in another marriage.” He places another kiss on your forehead, his hands on the small of your back to pull him even closer to you, allowing you to feel everything he felt. 

“13 was assaulting, cutting or burning clothing. 14: counterfeiting the copper coin.” His kisses start to trail down the side of your face, tracing your jaw bone as you continue, “Clandestine, or secret marriage was 15.”

“I love that you know this. Four more,” you hear him say, kissing your collar bone as you try to stifle the moan that escaped from your lips anyway, praying that no one saw you two doing this. 

Your eyes still closed, you continue, “Stealing a shroud out of a grave was 16. 17: watermen carrying too many passengers on the Thames, if any drowned.”

You let out another involuntary groan before he pulls away, a low chuckle escaping his lips as his forehead is once again pressed on yours. You open your eyes to see his blue ones staring straight into your soul. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as he whispered, “I think it’s pronounced ‘Tems,’ babe.”

A grin on your face, knowing he was right, “Where I’m from, we say it phonetically.” His eyes flicked between yours and your lips, just like they did in your car earlier. “18 was incorrigible rogues, people who had already been convicted as a rogue or vagabond and resists arrest, who broke out of prison and person reprieved from capital punishment.” 

“What’s the last one?” he whispers again, his lips nearly ghosting yours.

“The nineteenth and final crime that would get a British convict sent to Australia was embeuling naval stores, or stealing naval supplies, in certain cases.”

His lips hovering against yours, not quite touching but close enough to be begging to connect. “In certain cases, would you want this?” 

You knew what he was referring to. Did he actually want this? You were trying to convince yourself that he didn’t, but it was hard to believe that. “Matthew. We...” you hesitate, denying that fact that you wanted to. It wasn’t because it was Matthew, you would be this way with any boy. “We can’t.” 

He exhales, pulling away from you. “Ok,” he says, a weak smile. He takes your hand, pushing the cart with the other towards the front of the store. You drop his hand, reaching for your phone to text Evelina.

‘I hate the way he teases me,’ you send her, not wanting to give her any more context. Ignoring the vibration that meant she was responding to you, you watch Matthew as he checks out the copious amount of alcohol that he had gotten for the guys. He bites his bottom lip as he pays, his chest now steadily moving up and down as his breath had calmed down from before. 

‘This list has to work for me,’ he thinks to himself. He couldn’t let something like that happen again. He couldn’t let you think of ten things. He didn’t even know how close you were to being done. 

The two of you get back into your car, the haul almost completely filling up your trunk. You hadn’t said a word to each other, but you did need to know how Matthew had planned on getting everything back to his place.

With Matthew in the driver's seat, you feel like you need to apologize. As much as you hate to admit it, you were definitely feeling something because of Matthew. Was it because it was specifically Matthew? No, no, it was just... you didn’t know. Something. But, did that just change anything between you? 

“Hey, Y/N?” Matthew snaps you out of your thoughts and back to reality. 

“Yeah?”

“Why did you know all that?” 

“We talked about the English colonization of Australia very briefly when I was in high school, but we never went in depth with it. Then I saw this video of a news report in Australia where a woman had submitted a comment saying that if they didn’t like having all the criminals in their country, they should just find another island to send them to. The news casters were laughing so hard saying that that was how Australia was pretty much founded. So I looked into what it took for Britain to send their convicts to Australia. I guess I liked it so much that I just memorized the list? I don’t know, it’s dumb,” you discount yourself. “Sometimes I feel like people forget that I’m actually a little intelligent.” 

“I think you’re more than a little intelligent; you’re the smartest person I know.” He turns onto his street, you finally realizing that he had driven to his place to make it easier to bring everything up. “I love y-” he starts, realizing he can’t say what he wants to, “I love that you know so much.” 

You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, getting out of the car to help him carry everything up to his place. You do so in silence, needing two trips to your car to get his haul into his apartment. “I’ll see you later?” he asks, once it’s all in. After that, he couldn’t stay in the same room as you, knowing that he would want to do so much more than what had happened in the store. 

“Yeah, see ya,” you say, going out the door. You shut it behind you, leaning your back against it. You close your eyes, head touching the cold wood. You needed to finish that list as fast as possible. Seven more things before it was complete. “Fuck.”

[bansheeoftheforest]

Can we get some rambles about some Moreau's Revenge AU? Like more in deoth about how everyone reacts and feels? Maybe some Emma reaction? Jacob? The public? Does feral!Jekyll ever hurt anyone badly? Do he and Zosi play alot? Is Hyde still there, just trapped in the subconscious of Henry's mind? When he's back to himself, does he still maintain some of his feral behaviours? Does he slip into his feral state as a defense mechanism?

Ok i just gotta mention I love it when people come up with aus, thrust them onto me, and then tell me to come up with ideas/the canon for the aus, I'm not even sarcastic, I just love that everyone has collectively decided that I'm an au hoarder and therefore, I should have all the aus and I should also be the one making the content for them. I love my job and I love all my little kitties bringing me dead mice all the time <3

Also! I'm just going to ramble every single fact that my brain comes up with, and this is specifically going to be about the Feral!Branch of the au <3

Henry got kidnapped after walking home from a dinner with a few of his close friends. Moreau stalked him until Henry was alone, to which he knocked him out and dragged him off to his funky hideout.

It takes a whole month before people find Moreau's hideout. By that time Henry has already been severely beaten, his bones are broken and his body is bloody, yet that doesn't stop him from prowling his tiny cage. Much like an abused dog, he completely ignored his wounds or just made them worse by biting on them, or by trying to stand on his legs when the rescuers found him. Instead of cheering and being relieved, he snarled and growled and tried to swat at them with his claws.

The first four that got into the hideout were Brokenshire, the Commissioner, Jenkins, and Wipple. The four of them were already friends with Jekyll and they were the most worried. While the other police arrested Moreau, they took it upon themselves to find Henry.

They found Henry in a small labspace, laying on the floor while whimpering. The moment he saw them he became aggressive. The only indication that he really was not human anymore was his eyes, sharp teeth, claws, and pointier ears. Subtle changes that were enough to tell them that there was no awareness behind those large eyes.

The sound of pain and anger that Henry made when they had to muzzle him is a sound that will forever haunt every single police officer from that day forward. They had to cuff his arms and practically drag him to the police vehicle, despite the muzzle he managed to make his displeasure and pain quite clear.

They brought Henry to the Society immediately, and made sure that no one else saw him. They but a sheet over the cage they kept him in and told anyone who asked that it was a runaway monster that they were going to dump with the Lodgers. They made the Lodgers gather in the foyer before the revealed who actually was in the cage.

The Lodgers were, to say the least, shocked and horrified. Not only was Henry so badly beaten that he could barely stand by himself, but the way he snarled and swatted after them invoked such a... Uncanny feeling within them. It wasn't really until then they realized how serious all of this was, the whole situation with Moreau.

All Lodgers were absolutely disgusted with what Moreau had done to Henry, but Ito, Maijabi, Jasper (plus Rachel and Robert, of course) were the most affected. The police had to physically restrain them from rushing up to the cage because if Henry got close enough he would not hesitate to hurt them. Brokenshire and the Commissioner (God I swear to god I'm THIS close to oc-fying him oh my god) both have scratch marks from trying to get close and calm Jekyll.

The police helped the Lodgers move Henry to an empty lab room where he could be alone. They still kept him in a cage for quite a while, yet the moment that they had gotten him into the room, Robert completely burst out crying. He really could not believe that happened to his best friend, he is unsure if they even can save him, yet he swears to himself that he will make sure that Henry is safe. He was this close to decking an officer who, during a meeting that he attended at the police station with those present during the day of Henry's rescue, suggested that they put Henry in Bethlam.

Robert did not allow anyone to get into Henry's room, mostly for their own safety, and because he wanted to monitor Henry's recovery himself. No one really listened to that. Sometimes a Lodger (or a whole group) would sneak in just to have a look at him, or give him some treats or some kind of toy. Henry often found himself too exhausted and too wounded to try to chase them away, instead panting on the floor of his cage for most of the time while his visitors observed him with pure sorrow.

Ito, Maijabi, Jasper, and Rachel were the ones that visited Henry the most. Ito and Maijabi would often just sit a bit away from the cage and observe him for a bit, maybe try to talk to him, occasionally they would help steal food from the kitchen to give to Henry. Rachel and Jasper were put in charge of feeding him most of the time, and it was only when Rachel and Jasper threw in chicken in his cage that he let himself be distracted from them and stop snarling just so he could eat. All of them left with tears in their eyes most of the time.

All the Lodgers would be worried, all Lodgers would try to visit Henry, but out of them Ito and Maijabi had it worst. Maijabi felt like he was losing his son, Ito-- so often cold and honest-- had never cried so much in her life when seeing her mentor in such a state. They often comfort each other, and do their best to always be available to help Robert with whatever he needs.

Emma route: I imagine that Henry and Emma are already married at that point. She has been worried sick for Henry the entire time, the police stop by her and Henry's house immediately after dropping Henry off at the Society. She rushes to the Society and the Lodgers all seem so... Sad, horrified, she gets more and more scared and suddenly she sees Robert and Rachel and Jasper, all three looking pale and ill. She begs them to tell her where Henry is... Robert can't even get any words out of him. He simply shows her to the room where they are going to keep Henry and shows her Henry's cage. Poor man is still laying bloody on the floor, still in a muzzle, but he barely has any visible sclera from his dilated irises and his hair is wild. He lays like a beaten dog, he doesn't even react as Emma kneels on the floor outside his cage. Emma turns around and demands and explanation from Robert, Robert sits down on the floor next to her and quietly explains everything the police told him, what Moreau did to Henry. Robert hugs Emma as she just starts crying, but both leave quickly to not... Well, bother Henry, who grows impatient and starts rattling against the cage. Not only has she been incredibly scared and worried for her husband the entire month he was gone, now Henry seems so close and yet so far away and he doesn't even recognize her, he is beaten like a dog and thinks he is some sort of animal and it just... It all becomes so much for her. She leaves the Society and the Lodgers don't see her much after that, although she does come and visit almost every day (and whether or not people know that she does it, is an entirely different question) just to see her husband. Sometimes she will bring food (Henry always loved her cooking) or a toy for him, and she ends up being the first person that he actually allows to touch him voluntarily, despite Robert forcing himself on him so he can patch him up.

Jacob route: Jacob would find out because Abberline and or Brokenshire would tell him about the state they found Henry in. Jacob would probably hear the news that Moreau’s lab got busted and immediately make his way to the Scotland Yard and demand that the police tell him where Henry is. They would tell him as much as they are allowed to about the case, then tell him to go and talk to Robert Lanyon in the Society. Of course Jacob doesn’t do that, he just immediately breaks in and searches everywhere for Henry. Eventually Robert spots him parkouring over the rafters and chases him down until Jacob manages to find the room where they keep Henry. Jacob opens the door and immediately finds Henry tearing through an entire turkey leg, although he immediately abandons the food snarl and bark (or, well, the aggressive equivalent of a bark) at him and Robert, reaching his hand out of the cage in an attempt of tearing them to shreds. No recognition at all in his eyes, Jacob can only stare for a while. Henry looks the same yet so inhumane. Robert does his best to explain everything, Jacob can only watch in pure horror as he hears what became of his lover, seeing it right in front of him. He doesn’t even let Robert finish his sentence before he has already stormed out. He does not care what the police planned to do with Moreau, he goes straight to whatever cell they keep him in and murders him in cold blood. He doesn’t go back to the Society afterwards, no, he goes to the train hideout and hastily tells Evie and Green what happened to Henry, he spends the rest of the night drinking. Unlike the Lodgers and Emma, he stays away for quite a bit. He doesn’t return until a few days later when he has managed to pick himself up. He makes sure that the news and/or rumors of what happened to Henry dies down quicker than they can rise, sometimes he actually has the courage to visit him but only every few days. He gets to see first hand how Henry recovers-- physically, at least, and slowly and surely he starts warming up to having people near him. After only a few weeks, Henry allows Jacob to touch him. Something about him (and Emma in her route, of course) feels familiar, calm and protective. Henry puts his head in Jacob’s hand and Jacob quietly swears that he will always protect him, no matter how long this goes on for.

The public (even including the Lanyons and the Carews, and most parts of the Scotland yard) never get to know what actually happened to Henry, as the rescuers made a good job at making sure no news or rumors spread or that anyone saw Henry in the state he was in. As far as they are aware, Henry is currently in a coma, and slowly Robert feeds into the news, updating people around them about Henry’s condition. “He is stable”, he will say, “but I’m afraid it’s hard to know when he will wake up... If he ever will”. It’s safer to make it seem like he is unconscious rather than conscious because Robert knows that people (journalists, Lanyon Sr, Sir. Carew, etc) will demand to visit him. Once Henry is unferal, they let him decide when he wants the news of his “awakening” to be spread.

The worst Henry has hurt someone was either fighting back to Moreau (which didn’t happen often, as he was too scared of him), but I’d also like to imagine that besides scratching the officers, he bit and hurt Robert quite badly, either Robert or one of the Lodgers, because he got overwhelmed and stressed. Robert really does not blame him no matter how badly it hurt or how serious the wound got, he shouldn’t have overwhelmed him but in his defense, cat body language is hard to read on a human. A positive from that was that Henry clearly felt guilty afterwards when he calmed down, which might have been the first ever sign that Henry was “savable”, as he clearly felt bad over what he did rather than trying to finish the job. It was the first time he actually walked up to Robert and touched him-- headbutted him, even, because he felt so bad for what he did because Robert has only been nice to him. Robert was wrapping a bandage around his arm when Henry came up to him, gently chirping and headbutting him, and Robert straight up bawled his eyes out.

Zosi was literally the only living being that Henry allowed close to him for many, many days. Zosi was both undead and also an animal, which was the two things that Henry associated with safety after having found comfort with Moreau’s monstrosities. Zosi was quickly in charge of being the one to give Henry food and medicine since Henry would allow no one else to get close to his cage, and Zosi was in sole charge of keeping Henry entertained and happy and calm while Robert tried to figure out how to proceed with the treatment. Zosi was just happy to have Henry back, and Henry was happy to have a friend.

When Henry got tortured and lost his sense of awareness, Hyde faded away, but only temporarily. He is, as said, trapped in the mindscape for the time being and until Henry gets his awareness back. It’s quite a nightmare for Hyde because he is watching in real time, while also processing the trauma from Moreau, as Henry’s mind crumbles. Gone are the mind people, instead they are replaced by vague primal instincts and animal behaviors. It’s definitely not as serious as Hyde feels it is, as it’s a slow but sure recovery from a steady dip to awareness as soon as Henry is removed from the lab, but it’s still incredibly scary for him. Henry can’t see or hear him anymore, and even if he could, he wouldn’t be able to react or process him.

It takes almost about 1-3 months before Henry has warmed up to everyone, physically healed, and was able to get the therapy he needed to even become aware, yet he never got rid of the feralness in him. Whenever he is stressed, scared, or overwhelmed, he might jump back into pure feralness or get a few of the key characteristics; subtle physical and behavioral appearance, etc. Sometimes it’s hard for him to get out of it, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes all he has to do is calm down and relax, sometimes he has to sleep it off. Regardless, the Lodgers and his friends/love interests all do their best to keep Henry calmed and relaxed, and make sure he never has to endure as much stress as he did before and after what happened with Moreau. 

(Basically, he goes from full feral to what the Feral Au is rn)

The public never really gets to know about Henry’s... Ahem, condition, however, most seem to accept the excuse that Henry has terrible anxiety after his torture, ergo making it easy for his friends or lover/s to help Henry out of a room or a situation when he starts feeling overwhelmed and like he is about to turn feral. They are all calm and patient and loving and protective with him, every single one, and Henry is forever grateful for the patient they bring him.

Some random rambles btw:

Out of everyone that isn’t his lover for the branch, Henry’s favorite persons are Maijabi and Ito. Maijabi because he feels like his dad, Ito because the feral state in Henry sees her as his cub or pup, in some weird way. When Henry is docile, both Maijabi and Ito quickly learn that Henry very much loves attention and grooming his favorite persons.

I got the idea while writing the Emma route that maybe she was already pregnant by the time that Henry got kidnapped and turned feral, although it was early on in the pregnancy. I just love the angst of Emma wondering if she will lose her husband and if Henry will ever get to meet their child, and the thought of feral Henry freely being allowed to get close to Emma (they were all very worried about that) and immediately sniffing and headbutting her belly is just <3 (Also the thought of Henry almost immediately panicking when the kid is born and Emma wants him to hold him, suddenly his eyes dilate and his hair puffs up but it’s like a cat staring at something absolutely wonderful)

Surprisingly, Frankenstein was one of those who often would sneak into Henry’s room just to see him. In this crossover au, I’d imagine she’d be much more sympathetic for him. Maybe she would talk to him and apologize for bringing him into this at all, maybe she would even apologize for what she said and did to him personally.

I refuse to acknowledge a bad au branch for this one where Henry turns permanently feral and they either have to kill him or let him loose in the wild <3

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

Mal and Ben: The problems on D2

I haven't seen anyone talk about this closely so I'm bringing it up.

Why on earth does D2 frame Mal as the victim when Uma shows up at cotillion when like... Ben has every right to invite another girl.

I mean, the love spell aside. If he really invited Uma to cotillion why is Mal fucking crying and being "ohh poor her, she is so upset". What is she upset about?? Why is she and everyone else acting like Ben cheat on her??

Did you all forget she abandoned him after ONE discussion in which, by the way, she tried to spell Ben? And then broke up with him and made it very clear she wanted that and it was the best for everyone.

Let's take a close look at this. I´ll try to keep my mind open. Hold yourselves guys, this may be a little long. 

Ben and Mal's relationship seems... Problematic at the beginning of D2. They have a communication issue, Ben is busy and stressed but he never shows it to Mal, he always wants to be the perfect prince for her. Mal is constantly lying to him and hiding things from him, changing herself to "fit" with what she thinks Ben wants.

Is clear that Mal has many trusting and self-esteem problems (I think some therapy would do her good). Also, she has a problem with the use of magic, it has become a bad habit, and no matter what everyone says to her, she ignores them and victimizes herself. Her behavior is even a little self-destructive, and towards Ben, is really toxic. 

Ben is seen trying his best to make her feel comfortable, and yes, him being busy all the time and not very open to her either doesn't help Mal's problems. But here is the thing, the movie, constantly frames their situation as it was only Ben's job to make an effort, but is it really? I feel like the movie wants us to think Ben should have known what Mal was feeling, that he should have been there paying her attention.

And I don't think that's fair. He is still a teenager, and not an ordinary one, he already has a whole kingdom on his hands, an entire nation that depends on him. His duty is with Auradon first. And still, he tries his best to spend time with Mal, to visit her between classes, to be available to her. And even if his only occupation was being Mal's boyfriend, I believe is unfair to expect him to just know what Mal feels. 

People who had emotionally unavailable parents growing up, people inexperienced in healthy communication, people under a lot of stress, people with depression, people with PTSD, with ADHD, neurodivergent people, even people who had a bad day, or is sleepy, all these people are many times unable to understand indirect signals from people around them, that doesn't make them bad people, or bad parents, bad siblings, bad partners. 

That is why good communication is so important in a relationship. We cant expect Ben to just know, when Mal has been lying to him for weeks, and possibly (we´ll get to that) spelling him to not remember.

This is when we get to their first fight... and oh boy. 

They are sharing a nice moment, Ben even mentions that he misses spending time with her. He compliments her for making all that food. And then he finds the spellbook, and he is not even angry. He is disappointed because he didn't just find out she used magic to make the picnic, he just finds out she has been lying to him for gods know how long. 

And then... Mal tries to spell him. 

I cannot express enough how wrong that was. How messed up that was. This not only shows us how Mal is unable to take responsibility and face any kind of consequence for her actions, but this also shows truly abusive behavior towards Ben. She is erasing his memories and only leaving the ones she wants him to remember, that is manipulation, which is basically magical gaslighting. 

Imagine if Ben after that fight decided he didn't want to date Mal anymore, but now he can't, because she erased his memories, she went against his wishes and left him unable to walk away from her. It removes his free will and is a violation of his freedom. It's very worrying that she knew that spell by memory and didn't even think before start casting it the second Ben showed any emotion aside of the “happy nice boyfriend” she wants. 

It's still debatable whether Mal had spell him before in similar situations or not because we don't have enough information to confirm it. But the isolated incident is very abusive on its own, even if she never actually spell him. 

And what makes it worst is that she doesn't apologize, the next thing she says is “Ben, it's been so hard for me”. She is taking the blame out of her again, justifying her actions. And I think that is one of the worst parts, she doesn't think what she did is wrong, she thinks she had to do it. 

This is when we get to Ben very rightfully being angry for the first time in the movies. Let me make it clear: He says for the first time what he really feels and it turns against him. Mal then finally tells him why she did all that and admits that she has been faking it all, again, without taking any guilt on this whole situation. 

Ben tries to keep talking about the matter but Mal refuses. Then she runs away because she “Doesn't belong there”. She doesn't tell Ben, doesn't even bother breaking up with him, she just leaves. And we once again see Ben excusing Mal's abusive behavior.

When Evie goes to tell Ben that Mal went back to the Island he is the one who assumes all the blame, saying it was all his fault, that he should have been more understanding of her, and he acted “like a beast”. Now, here is our prove that Ben is also dealing with some serious self-esteem problems, he doesn't express his feelings, and the first time he does, he thinks he wasn't entitled to feel them, he feels he was ”a beast” just because he showed anger. He doesn't know how to show his emotions in a healthy way. 

The way Ben feels like he was to be perfect and the “ideal good person” all the time really worries me. Is like he is afraid all the time to hurt the feelings of others. And the way he specifically uses the word Beast as something negative that he doesn't want to be, and the way he backs in fear when his father loses his temper in the first movie, really makes you think about the way he was raised. 

Many people have pointed out that Ben and his family show signs of domestic violence and I couldn't agree more. Is very telling the way he excuses everything Mal does and bearly disagrees with her. We have seen how his father gaslights him, and if he is used to that type of treatment, of course, he cant see how wrong it is what Mal does.

Despite Mal giving up on their relationship, Ben still tries to talk to her, putting himself in danger (yes, as King is very dangerous for him to go to the isle without protection) to work out their problems and apologize to Mal. The first thing he says is “I'm so sorry about our fight, it was all my fault” He takes full responsibility for the discussion, no question asked. 

When Mal says she doesn't think she can change, Ben says that then he is the one who will change. I think it speaks for itself, Mal isn't willing to bend her agenda for him, but he is.

Mal refuses to come back, refuses to try to solve their problems no once, but at least three times during this conversation. Just to end it with Ben asking if she loves him, and she doesn't answer, she instead says this is what is best for everyone and asks Ben to go three times.

So big shock, he does. 

He gets the message, and he decides to come back to Auradon, where, by the way, he is needed. And he gets kidnaped and then Mal has to rescue him. When they meet again after, coming back to Auradon in the car, Ben apologizes AGAIN because “things didn't go the way Mal wanted” like, this is getting ridiculous, what is he apologizing for this time??

So, let's see. Mal lies to him for weeks, when she gets caught she tries to spell Ben and doesn't take any responsibility, abandons him and then repeatedly tells him that she wants to end things and that she is not willing to try to resolve things. 

So Ben accepts, and when he decides to bring another girl to cotillion Mal is suddenly surprised, and hurt, and upset???

Like, does she want him to move on or not? Is not even like she is worried about him going out with Uma, someone who captures him, she is upset because HOW DOES HE DARE GO BACK TO THE ISLE TO GET SOMEONE HE CARES ABOUT (You didn't care when you were the one he went to get hhum Mal?).

It pains me how much Mal can't stand to look at Ben being happy with someone. The whole damn movie she told him to stay away, she told him that she wanted what was best for him. So why now, in front of everyone, SHE is the one playing victim? Why is she acting like Ben is the one who broke her heart, the one who gave up on her??

She broke up with him, she abandoned him, she refused to talk to him, she told him to get away, and NOW she wants him to be understanding and forgiving??

And when the fucking painted glass shit is revealed she realizes he loved the real her?? Because he put her green eyes and purple hair on a painting? Not because he put his life in danger for her, not because he told her he was willing to change for her?

She wants him to love her “as she really is”. Why doesn't SHE love him like he really is?? She walked away from him the second he wasn't perfect, but she can make all the mistakes in the world and should just... be forgiven?

No, sorry, I´m not buying that. And I certainly don't want them to marry.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

(sees another fandom that I can ask you about and cheers) Orphan Black! Thoughts? I don't know Dr Who but Tatiana is one of my favorite actors period.

Anon you are so sweet! I'm always happy to chat about fandoms and characters and whatnot, and I will never not appreciate the majesty of Tatiana's acting. That is one of the greatest parts of the show hands down.

Orphan Black, to me, is a show that had incredible potential, but didn't really live up to the excitement it created. (Loooong post ahead.)

The thing is, Orphan Black builds a chilling mystery and background, the world it gradually creates as it goes for about the first two seasons, got be very invested and made me wonder a lot about where it was going to go and what the answers were. The setup is brilliant, right from the start with that iconic cold open of Beth's suicide. The unknown is what really helped this show get as thrilling as it was, because the actual answers behind the unknown were kind of hit and miss, and it seemed like far too often, the show just wasn't interested in telling it's story. Hijinks where the clones impersonate each other in slice of life events? That's fun at first and it really works well as they're still getting to know each other. But after a while, it gets tedious, and it seems like the show would rather fuck around and have dance parties (seriously, that scene was such a #BigLippedAlligatorMoment) than focus on the story and the threat that the sisters are facing. Virtually all of Allison's plotlines are like this, they feel like they belong in a different show, and for some reason the writers insisted on giving her one of these storylines like, every season. After Allison passively murders her own friend out of suspecting that she's spying on her, I just don't feel like an arc about her running for some PTA office position even matters. It doesn't feel right.

Speaking of that, here's another example: Donnie. Why did the end of the first season suggest that he was this secret mastermind working for Leekie? The whole idea just deflates in Season 2 and doesn't really go anywhere. He just goes back to being the bumbling sweetheart he was before. Why even have him be the spy? Maybe it should have been Ainsley. Do you want to know the exact moment that I think Orphan Black went wrong? Like, the specific scene? When Leekie was killed off. The character who had thus far been the Big Bad, gets taken out in the stupidest possible way, a literal accident on Donnie's part, and it's even played for laughs. After that point, the show really struggled to regain it's footing, though I don't think it completely went off the rails until about Season 4, and it was still generally hit or miss. Like, some stuff was really good. The introduction of the Castor clones, the development of Rachel's character (I'll get to her, trust me.) and the reveal of Kendall Malone. But it seemed like so much else was just forgotten or otherwise not resolved. Whatever happened to Cal? Sure, the show wanted to focus on the sisters...but Kira deserves to know her father if she wants to. That's just one example. It's a crying shame because this show is sometimes incredible. The metaphor that I always use for situations like this, is a card game. The show has all the right cards in its hand, they're just not being played.

The two strongest characters, at least to me, were Rachel and Helena. One of these characters was superbly written and went through a devastating arc. The other was Helena. We need to talk about her. In Season 1, she really cemented herself as a memorable presence with her trademark accent, her scars, her whole damn personality (again, hats off to Tatiana) and of course, that iconic screechy theme music that accompanied her. Which at first made us jump, but eventually made us cheer. I adored Helena, and I loved the development of her relationship with Sarah. Who went from shooting her in Season 1, to being deadset on rescuring her in Season 3, being furious with Siobhan for betraying her. (This is unrelated but Siobhan has the same " twist villain fakeout" at the end of Season 1 that Donnie does, and it's quite frustrating.) And yet, I swear, the writers just didn't know what to do with Helena half the time. They put her on a bus for long stretches, including one point where she just up and leaves Allison's house in Season 4, for no given reason. And the characters just kind of...don't care. The same thing happens when she gets arrested. No one cares to try and find Helena, even though she's unstable and often a danger to those around her. Even though she's by herself with no real ability to function in society. Even though she's pregnant. There is no excuse for this, and no Sarah, that "I'm sorry, I avoided you" scene in Season 5 is not going to cut it. It's such an afterthought.

I'm being rather critical, but I hope you can tell that this is from a point of passion. I genuinely enjoyed this show and getting to watch it. Just that sometimes it didn't feel like the show cared that I was watching. However, this was not true whenever Rachel was onscreen. Look, I'm a Merula Snyde stan, so you can probably already guess how I feel about Rachel. Despite her crimes, despite her constant slipping back the dark side, I felt so bad for Rachel at the end of it all. That scene with Kira really sums it up. "Who hurt you?" "All of them." And no scene is more intense than when she stabs out the eye cam. Like, I'm sorry, I pitied Rachel pretty much from Season 2 on. Her parents were horrible to her, and I'm supposed to think Ethan is the good guy here? He kills himself in front of his own daughter, telling her that she doesn't deserve him. And then Sarah shoots a pencil through her eye, causing brain damage and requiring a long recovery. I'm not saying that Sarah was wrong to do what she did, just that if I were in her shoes, I'd still feel a degree of guilt for Rachel's condition. In the end, I'm devastated that she was barred from Clone Club, when she made the right decision at the point it mattered. But there's just too much history there, and Sarah won't ever forgive her. (Though again, I do feel as though there's blame to share.) Rachel is my favorite character and I never expected her to be. But she's just so complex. Side note: "Enjoy your oophorectomy" is so damn quotable. I don't know why but I love that line.

So, Rachel's my favorite. Who's my least favorite? It might surprise you. It's Delphine. I'm sorry, but I just...I couldn't get on board with C*phine. Not after Season 3. I was waiting for the point that the show would push to finally redeem Delphine for her turncoat role, for all of the hell that she put Cosima through. By Season 5 though? I realized that as far as the writers were concerned? She already was redeemed. Even though she did nothing to earn it, except be presumed dead by Cosima. The way she treats Cosima in Season 3 is actually disgusting. Her reasoning for breaking up with Cosima is circular. She has to love "all the clones" in order to be with Cosima, and the way to do that is to take over Rachel's job, which means they can't date anymore? I'm not the only one who thought that didn't make sense, right? Oh and let's talk about how she stalks Cosima's date, breaks into her house, and threatens her life. Red. Flags. Cosima even says the line, "If you're not going to be with me, just let me go." I'm sorry, that should not be something she has to beg for. Delphine's behavior made me want her to stay far, far away from Cosima. Who is, incidentally, a sweetie and I absolutely adore her. I legit have trouble remembering that Tatiana's playing her because she just looks and acts so different. That said, even though I immensely disliked Delphine, I am so very glad that they made one of the clones gay. Just like I'm glad that they made one of them trans. (Though...Tony wasn't handled especially well.)

In general, I do think the earlier seasons were stronger. The Brightborn arc, while interesting, didn't really contribute much to the overarching narrative. We got the backstory on Beth's suicide and finally learned the truth about her, I suppose. Still, even though Beth is one of my favorite of the clones, and I never expected her to be either...I feel like the actual reason given for why she took her own life was rather illogical. She apparently did it because the investigation was putting the clones in danger of another Helsinki. Okay, but just because Evie Cho says you should off yourself, doesn't mean you have to. You could just, like...stop investigating. And if you die under mysterious circumstances without explaining anything to the sisters, they're not going to be put off from the investigation. They're going to look into this even more, because they don't know why they're not supposed to. The reveal that she and Art fell in love toward the end adds an extra gut punch, but it also doesn't make sense because wouldn't Art have referenced it during the period that he thought Sarah was Beth? On the other hand, Season 4 also introduced MK. And I have such a soft spot for her. I adore that sheep-masked sweetie. Everyone always asks "Which clone would you date" (because fandoms can think of nothing else I guess) and I never see anyone give any love to MK. Her death absolutely tore me apart. I am glad Siobhan avenged her even if she went down at the same time. Side note, her last word being the affectionate "Chickens..." Broke me.

Season 5 was a strange beast. In general, it seemed like we were finally getting some answers to the questions that were hanging over us. Exploring the deep mythos. But then they kind of turned it around and made it just be a Wizard of Oz style fraud twist. Westmoreland isn't really inhumanly old, he's a charlatan. I don't know why that was necessary in a science fictional show. I've seen the interviews and I get what they were going for, it just feels like it would have been cooler and far creepier if he was actually that old. The puppet master pulling the strings the whole time. We also finally get some answers for Kira's superhuman healing abilities (though we never learn how she's telepathically connected to the clones) and I'm loving it, but the trouble is, it's inconsistent. Ethan "Why is this guy so popular, he's an asshole" Duncan told Rachel specifically that Sarah being able to have children was a fluke, that the clones were "barren by design." I don't know, the whole concept of Revival and of the "magical island" was really foreboding and tied in with the earlier references to The Island of Doctor Moreau. Especially that song about "Revival's Children" just...the shudders, man. But just having it be a regular old scam is...a letdown. I know it may be more realistic, but I don't always need realism in my scifi. The finale is interesting, in that it's mostly an epilogue. I'm glad the clones (sans Rachel) got to live happily ever after, but there are two gut punches right at the end that are total nitpicks but they bother me. Helena naming her kids after Art and Donnie? And writing a memoir that she names "Orphan Black?" Those two tropes can go die in a hole. They can enjoy an oophorectomy, because I'm so sick of them.

The potential of Orphan Black was practically infinite. The results of Orphan Black fell frustratingly short.

[aj-writes-here]

May i request for hcs or scenario about levi being jealous? I don't see him being too much insecure, but i definitely can imagine him saying something like "Mine" 😂 . Also, i'm always waiting for your notifications, your blog it's one of my favorites

You wait for what? 🥺🥺I feel like crying now, thank you so much! 💕💕

I did this as a HC, I hope you enjoy it!

Levi Being Jealous 

—Levi is not a jealous man, I see him as someone who trusts his s/o, but he doesn't trust that much in the vultures constantly around you.

— Sure, he will say nothing if you're talking to some other guys, or even if they come and talk to you, but if they get too confident about themselves... God forgive them.

— If it is a cadet or someone from the Survey Corps, he would give the flirty bastard just one take-your-filthy-being-away-from-her glare. Just one warning.

— If it was someone at town or another military branch I'm pretty sure he would just look at them and hold you by your waist, in the end, everyone knows who Captain Levi Ackerman is, and they wouldn't dare to defy him.

— Perhaps a drunken idiot would, and if this drunken idiot lay just one finger on you, or get to close to you, the only thing that this idiot would get is a broken wrist. 

— I can see his s/o being a Squad Leader, one who cadets would trust because it is more approachable. Which would let to one or some of them having a crush on you.

— Jean giving you flowers or compliments? That poor man will be cleaning the stables until passed midnight. Eren looking at you more than he should? Running laps or forced to spend time helping Hanji with her experiments. 

— That's his way of showing them that they should keep their distance. Because of course he is not going to french kiss you in front of everyone. 

— Maybe while having dinner, if someone is being too nice to you, looking at you with shiny eyes, I think Levi would lean close to you to whisper in your ear, just for them to notice there's more than just a friendship with the Captain.

— ''You're mine.'' That's all he said before going back to his tea so you could resume your conversation with the other idiot guy.

— He's not into PDA, so don't expect he's going to show you're his by showing affection. 

— Instead, would leave hickeys on subtle but visible places. Your collarbone, for instance.

— ''Uhm, y/n, there is a something near your collarbone'' Hanji said, moving her head so she could see more.''

''An insect stung me last night, I presume''

''It must have hurt, it looks big! I bet you even screamed when you felt it''

''Yes, she did.'' Levi answered before taking a sip of his tea, y/n blushed and Hanji trying to comprehend if she understood correctly.

— And of course she did.

— Overall, I don't see him as a super jealous person, but he knows exactly when to interfere.

— And let's be real, he will show you you're his when you guys are back in his room. 

[manifestcentral]

Manifest 03x09

Alrighty people here we go. 

Spoilers under the cut obviously so don’t click that magic button if you want to want to avoid spoilers.

So. Saanvi. Her eyes were literally crying out blood and so did Michaela’s (well hers was in a Calling) but still it was creepy. I also loved how Saanvi opened up to Michaela and told her the truth about what she did with the Major. Michaela gets where Saanvi has been, carrying around this guilt because she was responsible for Evie’s death and she mentioned Zeke’s pain that he felt about Chloe.

Speaking of Zeke.....

1. The man can seriously cook. Like really cook. So his mom is from San Francisco which  I was totally NOT expecting and guess she’s a foodie. So’s his dad too since Zeke’s dad taught him how to cook. And seriously that meal looked SO GOOD. He needs to work at Grace’s restaurant just saying.

2. Now this has me feeling really bad for my favorite boy. So towards the end of the episode, Zeke was talking with Beverly and they were talking about Sarah and Jared and how Beverly thought Sarah was Michaela. But what shocked Zeke was that Beverly could feel his personal emotions and doubts about him being the one for Mick. As Beverly said: “Michaela thought you only had one day to live. Doesn’t hold a candle to 12 years together.” I’m sure this will be addressed in the next episode but I for one am done with this whole “love triangle” bullshit. Mick’s definitely gonna see that something is bothering Zeke and she’ll tell him that she loves him but idk. I love Zekaela so much and I want them to be happy.

Angelina Meyer. I am sorry, but this girl is a far cry to what she was when we first met her in 03x01. She literally is trying to be like Olive...dying her hair, and almost kissing Levi in front of her. She’s spiraling and I’m scared.

And speaking of Levi and Olive....NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! TJ IS BETTER FOR HER!!!!!!

So Ben and Eagan once again team up and honestly, Eagan sucks but he is actually kina resourceful but him stealing Ben’s flashdrive.....nope.

So earthquakes, floods, volcanoes and bleeding eyes. This episode was wild. And also that dinner party was super awkward but stil, I want Zeke to follow his cooking dreams.

Cant’ wait for next week’s episode!

[alias-b]

sins of my youth. 012

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey all! Billy and Evie continue their strange mating ritual. TW: Mentions of past abuse and student/teacher relationship. Heavy petting. SMUT. Phone sex. ;)

TAG LIST OPEN. Chat with me if you have the time xoxo

Chapter 12: Cupid and Psyche

   Evie groaned the next time she woke.

   Pain blared like the morning sun streaming on her face. Flames licking supple cheeks.

   Billy gone in the bed upon turning over.

   His scent apparent all over her damn sheets. Seeped into the pillows. Aramis. Hairspray. Paco Rabanne Pour Homme. Evie wondered if Billy liked to leave parts of himself where he goes. An impression similar to hands in wet concrete. 

   Sometimes a warm body pressed up against you was the only thing reminding you that you were here.

   She curled around his pillow to inhale. Felt butterflies flutter her stomach. Landing on delicate organs to decorate them in jewel toned wings. Iridescent glows that washed harsh reds away.

   Evie wondered what it would be like to crystallize. Utterly.

   Feet touched the floor to leave such fantasies aside. Those butterflies decayed upon seeing her face in the mirror. Hissing, fingertips gingerly touched the skin on fire. Upset welts around her puffy eye. Lungs gave a shudder before Evie was scrambling to replace the emptiness.

   Needy fingers went for her drawer and pulled out a box labeled “FB + EF.” Pushed all the way in back hidden under sheer and lacy panties. Hands clicked around the little pieces of jewelry she wasn’t able to wear in the open until she lifted a brooch to the light. A sparkling ladybug. 

   Fredrick got for her during the first month of that magical summer. They went to some dirty adult party three cities away where people in their twenties and thirties were doing cocaine out in the open. Evie shared a tab of acid with Fredrick that unlocked her entire psyche. Draped herself into him to watch colors spin along the TV. Felt his hand palm her breast before they found a room.

   “Do you think I’m fat?” Evie asked between kisses, coming down from her trip and sweltering with heat. Trembling too hard.

   “What?” He actually laughed into her mouth, came out and pulled her body flush. “You’re not fat, love, you’re so beautiful.”

   At the time, Evie wasn’t sure how that answer made her feel worse. 

   But, the lady bug pin was now scuttling into her stomach. She nearly broke the drawer with her clenched fists pushing it down.

   Exhale.

   Oh, how she moaned like a wanting slut that night. Rode Fredrick hard and turned over afterward for him. Started to cry when he tried to take her home afterwards because she didn’t want to go.

   Didn't want the dreaming to end. She wanted to stay wrapped up in him forever.

   It was their first fight. He screamed she was being a child and manipulating him. They both shouted about telling her mother the truth. 

   Evie really started to sob that she hated him and he just held her wrists and kissed her deeply. Softened suddenly as she fell into his arms. Told her she was too pretty to be so upset. That she had a hold on him. That he was starting to fall deeply and madly in love with her.

   And that made her feel like a god. 

   They ended up back at his place. Evie got home the next day to Mona hiding her pack of smokes behind a picture of Dolly Parton. Not asking where her daughter had been all night. Just said to get ready for her next talent show. 

   Hungover, Evie still won the prize money that went into some new clothes, her future fund, and fresh paint for the salon. Talent scouts cooed to keep growing.

   “Evie!” A knock startled her daydreams. The drawer smacked shut. Heather poked her face in and frowned. “Oh, honey...you need some more ice on that. We made pancakes.”

   “We?”

   “Steve and I. Billy went home to shower, he had to give Max a ride somewhere. Come on, eat some breakfast.”

   Evie changed, rubbing her throat on the way out. Steve blinked at her and tried not to wince.

   “I know it’s not pretty.” Evie pressed her lips. 

   “You saw me after Hargrove kicked my ass.” Steve reached over the little island counter to give her chin this encouraging tap. Darling smile curling. Heather put a big plate down so Evie slid onto a stool.

   “Thanks, sorry I passed out last night.”

   “Ice cream will be a good pick me up later.” Heather kissed Evie’s good side. “Want us to stick around today?”

   “Ah, we can hang out tonight. I gotta clean up and I wanted to go talk to Billy about something.” Evie took a bite and sighed. Steve and Heather exchanged looks. “Nothing happened. Perverts.”

   A beat before laughter erupted. It felt so needed this hour

** ** **

   Evie tried to use makeup to cover the easier welts. Felt useless with her eye socket the size and color of Jupiter. A huff before she flicked a brush aside and stood. She left Blue on the couch before venturing out. Frost and slush marked the unforgiving winter outside. Evie had waited until Neil’s car left and crossed over. Knocked.

   Susan poked her head out.

   “Oh, Evie, I... Dear, what happened?” Susan’s wedding ring caught the light as she touched her lips with worry. Red hair piled up upon her head and a sea foam sweater dress.

   “I slipped on the ice.” Lashes batted. “Sorry, I caught you in the middle of something.”

   “No, I was unpacking the last few boxes in our garage. Shifting some furniture. Think we’re finally moved in. I was just going to change and catch the bus, our shelves are bare.” Susan held the door back. 

   “I was here to see Billy, is he…?” Evie trailed off when she heard it. The blasting music from the farthest bedroom. Shut tight.

   “Yes, in his room. Evie, he’s… He’s in a mood and might not come out.”

   “A mood?” Evie studied the woman. Thin hands clasping so hard that they paled.

   “Maybe a friendly face will be good.” Susan decided, not convinced but too polite to turn Evie away now. “Go on ahead.”

   It appeared Max was out with friends. Susan disappeared into the kitchen after gesturing so Evie crossed down the hallway. Knocked and wasn’t heard. Pounded harder.

   “I’m busy, Susan!” Came the bark.

   “Not Susan.” Evie shot right back. There was a curse before some scrambling and the door yanked open. Billy in a white tank tucked into some jeans with grey socks. Lax. Chain shifting as he breathed. “You look real busy.”

   Eyes screwed up at her. Seemingly irritated. 

   “What are you doing here?”

   “You left, I just...wanted to hang out. Talk, I mean.” Her feet shuffled before she matched his taller posture. Chin lifting. 

   “Getting clingy on me.”

   “As if you have any business talking about that.” She joked, arms crossing. 

   “I spent the night in your bed. We shot the shit, I’m not your boyfriend.” His clipped tone etched some surprise over Evie’s face.

   “Okay, asshole, when and where did I ask if you wanted to be my damn boyfriend? You going to ease up a little bit? I don’t need that.” Evie flared and he sucked in his cheeks before pulling her into his room and shutting the door. “The fuck is your problem all the sudden?”

   Billy had gone to turn the music down a bit, head craning to see her pressed into his door. One of his hands was idly rubbing his ribs. Some of their anger died. A tense expression crossed his face.

   Evie realized she’d never really seen the inside of his room. Smelled like Billy. Smoke, hairspray, and cologne. Random plates and beer cans with smashed cigarette buds. A little vanity made of crates. Near empty shelves. Weights laying round. Laundry mostly in a basket propped up in the corner. Curtains that were really clipped up sheets. Something somber about it all. Like nothing was his. Like he had to make the space livable. Bearable.

   “I don’t plan for guests.” He plucked up a pack of cigarettes. 

   “Bullshit, I see girls climbing in and out of your window.” Evie lightened the tension. Billy hitched as if he might chuckle. Felt guilty instead.

   “Well, help yourself to a seat.” Billy kicked back into a beaten brown couch so Evie nudged her shoes aside and joined him on the other end. “Well?” He lit himself a smoke and scratched his chin, eyes on the window.

   “About last night, that stuff I said...”

   “Weren’t drunk so you can’t take it back.” The white hot cherry pointed to her.

   “I’m just saying," Evie gestured at air, "it was a lot.”

   “Me beating the fuck out of our second period teacher was a lot.” Billy got his cigarette snatched before he plucked it back. “Think of your pretty voice, yeah?”

   Evie pouted, made this rumbling sound at him before she sat back.

   It clicked in Billy’s head.

   “You’re looking to drown your sorrows. Finally something I can really help with.” Billy reached over the couch and came up with a bottle of amber liquid. There was an unmistakable sound of the front door closing, signalling Susan had left. 

   “Heather and Steve wouldn’t approve.” Evie took the bottle anyways. Gulped.

   “Easy, jesus.” Billy drank after. One quick swig. Watched her bring her legs up to cross them. Leggings and a thick, violet sweater with wool socks. Curls spilling. “Small drinks, don’t be an idiot.”

   “Strong words from you.” She sipped that time. Savored the woody burn as it went down.

   “Don’t I know it?” He puffed. Evie offered him the bottle and sighed, relaxing before she spoke.

   “Did Fredrick cry when you hit him?”

   “Like a bitch.” Billy exhaled smoke. “Drove past his place after I dropped Max off at her friend’s. Cleared the fuck out.”

   “Oh.” It still ached. This person who touched her life was suddenly gone. Maybe never to return. Like her father. It should have been a fucking comfort and instead everything ugly swimming under Evie’s skin pushed to the surface.

   “Did you like it?” A whisper.

   “I always do.” He spoke, drank about it. Evie thought back to leveling Tannen’s face. Silently agreed. Wondered when he would break his chains to get revenge.

   “Do you think I’m fat?” Her tone droned next.

   “Why are you asking me stupid questions, Evie?” Billy’s cigarette was hanging lazily from his lips. Bold, crystalline eyes appeared bored at her as an arm came up on the couch. She blinked at him.

   Evie liked that reply. She was fat. She was pretty, too. She hoped. They can coexist. Billy could just be crass about it. Obscene.

   She enjoyed that about him, too. Even if she wouldn't admit it.

   “Do you think about fucking me when you masturbate?” She said in the same controlled tone.

   Billy choked, almost inhaling his lit stick, and spit it on the floor. Still coughing, his head snapped with bulging eyes. Stepping on the cigarette to kick it under the beaten sofa.

   Pride swelled.

   “What the fuck, Evie?” He set the liquor aside. Evie was on her feet lightning quick so he got up also. Just as quick. “Hey, why’d you come here?” 

   She had the door open when his palm smacked it shut. Evie spun there, pressed between him and the wood. Billy breathing into her space. One arm still outstretched. Too intent.

   Evie thought for a moment, she heard his pulse begin to race.

   Her heavy eyes flashed at him. Waiting there for something to crack. 

   And then trembling fingers dipped and clicked the lock on the doorknob without breaking eye contact.

   This shrewd look crossed his eyes. Filled his whole expression with neon light.

   God damn, he was just too beautiful. Stunning like ethereal Cupid about to revive Psyche with true love's kiss after their trials. Wings unfurling all delicate and feathery. They both crystallized.

   “I should go.” Evie said without trying. Not moving an inch. Billy dropped his arms and stepped back to see her. Flicking his eyes before he let his light burn. Leaned forward and bit the inside of his cheek. A rasp.

   “Take your fucking clothes off.”

   Evie threw herself at him.

   Knocked Billy back into the bed while their lips collided. The boy caught fire. He pushed her to turn them over. Already shoving between her legs. So hard, he figured he might blow his load right there. Evie’s lips on his neck made it worse. Made him moan until his leg shook like a dog’s would.

   Yeah, it had been awhile.

   “Fuck.” Billy pulled up, left Evie pawing for him. Fingers under her sweater to yank.

   “Wait.” Evie gasped out so he stopped. All her fervor hid under the bed. Unable to meet those eyes.

   “What?” Billy sat back on his knees. “Scared I won’t like what I see?”

   “It’s too bright in here.” She turned to let the sheets fall over the blinds. Went for the other.

   “Leave some light. Wanna see you.” Billy batted his lashes as he said that. Made her melt. Quickly, he pulled his own shirt off. Flashed the reason for all this anger earlier. Splotchy bruises along his ribs where Neil’s knuckles pushed in for whatever reason he picked that morning.

   Evie paused to see them. Saw Billy’s rock hard chest sink in. Reached out and got her wrist snatched. Gentle as can be.  

   “Don’t worry about it.” His eyes averted.

   “Don’t worry about mine.” Evie asked so Billy cupped her face and pushed her back into the sheets. She paused only to sit up and remove her top. Covered in fracturing rosy marks across fleshy curves. Before she had a chance to get insecure, Billy cut in.

   “Leggings, too.” He winked, snapping the fabric. She scowled instead.

   “You first.” Evie undid the loop of his belt, teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she did. Billy felt himself shudder. Stood up so she followed.

   They stared at each other. Didn’t touch and undressed there in the too soft lights down to their underwear.

   Billy’s eyes followed the swell of her breasts. Everything about Evie was plush. Dark curls hung over her shoulders. Really looked like a twisting goddess from a painting. She had her hands in front of her stomach and dropped them when he crossed. Inching her back into the wall.

   A hand cupped her jaw before their lips opened. Arms went around his shoulders. Unafraid that he was looking at her in daylight. 

   Alive. Both of them felt alive. 

   Billy pressed further, let their bodies melt together. Tested how she felt against him. Flesh on flesh. 

   Several sensations erupted the moment his mouth was on her neck. Clouds bursting with rain. Fireworks splashing the night sky. Petals unfurled within Evie’s stomach. Gemstones grew out to crystallize. She wondered how pretty she’d be if Billy took a chisel to her flesh. Cracked the shell open. She ran her hands over his arms and felt the soft hairs there. Pulled him even in closer.

   Fingers slid one bra strap down. Evie coaxed him further with digits woven into golden curls. Maybe Billy had a point about her being molten because she was about to spill hot between his fingers. 

   He came up. Moaned into her mouth. Palms gripping at flesh. Like he had to feel all of her at once. Evie bit her lip, neck craning back so he could inch lower again. 

   Billy Hargrove is about to fuck me, she could have giggled, and I’m going to fuck him hard and thoughtlessly. 

   She hitched a gasp just as his fingertips inched into cotton panties. Got ready to pull him back into bed.

   Billy’s head lifted. The earring dangled almost violently when a door slammed. Evie’s dreams were sent scattering before they frozen together. Marble. 

   Water pouring over red hot iron to elicit the tempering sizzle.

   “Fuck.” Billy recognized the sound. “Fuck. My dad.” He kept saying, pushing Evie’s clothing at her. “You need to go. Out the window.”

   “What?” Evie barely had time to get dressed while he helped her. Both of them bursting at the seams. Billy yanked his jeans up and got the window open. Guided Evie over it as she was still forcing her sweater on. 

   “Billy!” Came a bark at the front of the house. Stomping followed. Evie plopped into the snowy grass with a groan as Billy dropped her shoes into her lap. Evie scrambled back up around the back of her house. Slammed the door and fell back against it like she had to hide too.

   Lungs sputtered.

   “What the fuck?” Her cheeks were an obscene cherry shade. She felt Billy all over her. Ached all between her thighs even in wet clothing. Huffed because she was unfucked and her sweater was inside out. “Shit.” Evie scrambled to her bedroom. Blue scuttled out to a food dish as Evie jerked the curtain open. Couldn’t see anything in Billy’s room.

   Her phone rang.

   “Yes?” A cry into the receiver.

   “Cute that you worried for me.” Cool and even. Almost macho.

   She puffed, sinking.

   “Shut up.”

   “Guess my dad’s beer run wasn’t as long as I thought.” Billy blew air out his lips. “Was hoping he’d be working today. They cut his hours down this week for some reason. Made him real fucking happy.”

   “Come over here.”

   “No, I’m locked in for playing my music too loud and for being disrespectful this morning. Gotta wait till later, he’ll get drunk enough and forget.” Billy reclined on his bed. Something horrible there because he was used to this. Music was playing softer behind him. Mingling with Neil in the living room watching some show play on. “You’re...intense.” His blase attitude and joke almost set Evie at ease. She fell into bed, eyes rolling.

   “Uh. So, are you." A beat. "...Were you surprised?”

   “Yeah, actually. I had you figured for a shy, little birdie.”

   “Everyone thinks that about me. I sing and dance. I like sex and stage lights. I get mad. I’m not shy. Maybe at times about my...but, I get over it. Women can be as intense as men in the sack, you know?” Evie sounded insulted.

   “Don’t worry, I’m a quick learner.” He’d mused. “Learning new things about you every day.” 

   Evie couldn’t explain why that made her blush. Hard. The silky timbre of his voice lulling her into genuine security. 

   “Learned that I can make out your accent more when you’re sleepy, on the phone, and in lust.”

   “In lust? Shut up.” She mocked. “Don’t have an accent. You probably can’t even tell the uptown and downtown accents apart in N'awlins.” Ah shit. Billy found that hilarious as Evie cringed.

   “That so, N'awlins?” Billy countered. “Just say the word, bayou, for me.”

   “...That’s a hard pass. Are all Cali boys this insufferable?” She rolled over to swing her legs up.

   “We are, actually. But, I am the prettiest.” His smile dazzled with no one to admire it. Evie saw it in her mind and wanted to just toss him over town.

   “I’ll give you that for admitting it.” A breath followed. Evie toyed with one of her curls. Tugged. “I had you all shaky there.” His tongue clicked.

   “No idea what you mean.” That cheekiness she enjoyed dripped from his rich tone. “Bummed, I was this close to seeing your tits.” 

   “They’ll be the same later. I think. I don’t know, I always thought they were shaped funny.” Brown eyes turned to the ceiling as she rolled back. one arm behind her head. 

   “Later, she says. Huh. And I’ll be the judge of that. I’m a professional and I’m not picky. Any shape is good, I’m in this for the taste.”

   “Sleaze.” Evie pouted and a chuckle sounded. Billy sighed. "How'd you get my number, by the way?"

   "Begged it from Heather on my way out. I can be smooth." He said. “You really want me over tonight? Steve and Heather won’t approve, am I right?”

   She let out an aggravated sigh and Billy smiled again to himself. Imagined that scrunchy pout she liked to make. Fingers tapping his bare stomach.

   “I mean, we can…hang out. Nothing wrong with that.”

   “Like you came over just now to hang out, chica?”

   “I didn’t come over just for that.”

   “Sure. As if you also didn’t wet your blue panties for me.”

   “You’re so gross.” Evie rubbed her legs together. Remembered his hands worshiping her flesh. Her flesh that she was conditioned to hate. Adjusted the phone and licked her lips. “Don’t make me regret this.”

   “I’m just saying we can easily pick up where we left off, Evie.” The name rolled sinfully from his tongue. She swallowed. Flashes of Billy across her brain. His peachy tanned skin. His gold curls. His lips kissing her. 

   “Remind me where that was? Landed pretty hard there when you pushed me out the window.”

   “Shit, yeah. About that-”

   “I get it.” Evie didn’t need to make him explain. “I didn’t land on my head. Still raw from…” Where Fredrick tossed her into the wall. They both went silent. Just listened to each other breathe. Evie gave this dreamy sigh. “I like...your arm hair and I like the way you smell.”

   He laughed.

   "You're a funny girl, Evie."

   "It's just...that intensity you have, I don't know. You are pretty." She rubbed her face. "I don't know what I'm saying."

   “Your perfume goes right to my dick. You know that, too.” His joke lightened them both again. Evie rolled her eyes. “Explains why you practically crawl into my skin at night.” Billy remembered suddenly that he’d spent two nights with Evie and hadn’t screwed her. That was a rarity.

   “You snore a little. Couple of grunts. Sorta adorable.”

   “Don’t even get my started on how dead silent you get.” Billy’s eyes trailed over his room. He could still smell her honey amber scent lingering. Hummed into the pillow. Obsession by Calvin Klein. Odd scent for a teen, but matching him in intensity and she wore it so subtly. All they could do was battle and weave together. Obsession and Aramis. This strange dance he was thrilled to continue.

   “Never answered my question.”

   “Already forgot it. Was it where we left off or what I’d do to you next?” Lips curled as her breath hitched. “Let’s see. I had you against the wall. Moaning so pretty. Lipstick smeared.”

   Evie almost didn’t speak up when he paused before...

   “And?”

   “And I was gonna keep kissing down your tits. Get the rest of your clothes off. Tongue my way over your sweet nipples. Stomach too, I like to cover all the ground I can. See how shy you really are.” He licked his lips and Evie’s eyes got heavy. 

   “Not so shy when I tell you to keep going.”

   “No, I guess not. Not until I push your sensitive thighs open, I bet you’d quake and purr. Blush like you clearly are now.”

   Evie realized she’d been holding her breath. Didn’t even fight him. Clutching her sweater as he spoke so casually. 

   “It’s a real fucking tragedy. Me, waiting longer before I find out how you taste. That’s all I’m saying.” Billy’s breath was labored on the other end. “Still with me here, Angel?”

   “Is...this your private line?”

   Another snicker.

   “Obviously. Why?” Billy had his jeans open. Bit his lip while he pooled arousal around his tip. Watched it trickle down into his stomach. Again. No reply. “Answer was yes, by the way… What you asked early if I thought about you. I do a lot. Fucking you. Eating you out. I knew you were a hair puller, we have that in common.”

   “Not sure I trust you to last and get the job done with how worked up you get. All the trembling, it was kinda cute.”

   “You clearly haven’t ridden my tongue.”

   Fuck him.

   “You have to actually stop talking to do that, Billy.” Evie laughed in the open and Billy smiled brighter, eyes crinkling. He walked into that one. Idly, she ran her fingers up her thigh. “Between you and I, I never let guys eat me out.”

   Billy stopped to sit up.

   “No shit?”

   “It always made me nervous so I stopped them when they tried. All the mouth action comes from me.” Evie had sat up on the other end too. “I’m pretty good actually.”

   “You’d let me fuck that beautiful mouth after I taste you?” He’d cooed. “Betcha that lipstick won’t look half bad on my skin since you never did start buying waterproof.”

   “I guess it’s only fair.” Evie dropped her tone. “Still think you can’t handle it.”

   “There’s the ego I was hoping for.” He shook his head. “But, I have to say, sweetheart, you’re missing out. That’s the real crime, not letting yourself get tongue fucked once in a while. Do you not know how to treat yourself?”

   Evie mashed her face into the nearest pillow. 

   “I can’t stand you. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She muffled and Billy only laughed again, laying down. Imagined how cherry her lips and cheeks must have looked. Thought about tracing his thumb over her wet mouth. Smeared in slick red.

   “Don’t get shy on me now. We established you weren’t.”

   “It’s weird.”

   “Not weird. You just let a guy kiss down and nature takes over.”

   “It’s not that simple with me.”

   “Sure, it is. Let me walk you through it. Take your leggings and panties off.” He licked his lips. “C’mon, we got time to kill now.” There was some shuffling.

   “It’s not a big deal,” Evie undressed anyways, “it’s just...I think about the angle and guys looking up and seeing my stomach and I get freaked out.”

   “Sweetheart, my mouth will be buried in your pussy, I ain’t worried about your flesh. I’m more worried about my technique. These things you get so worked up about. Guys really don’t give a shit, the good ones anyways.” His vulgarity sent these fizzles all down her nerves. Actually made her feel better. “You just...tip your head back and enjoy it. Although, I don’t mind a little praise and eye contact. Make me feel like a good boy for once.”

   “And I can’t like...play with myself to help?”

   “You can, but just relax and let me take over. You can trust me to make you feel good, Evie. Might be nice to give up some control.”

   He had no idea that he’d hit a nail on the head.

   “So, kisses. Thighs open.” Evie settled into the pillows, free hand twisted into fabric with a cool breeze on her thighs. Breasts rising. “Would you use your fingers too?”

   “If you ask me sweetly.” Billy saw beads of precum all over his abdomen. Throbbed and tried not to grunt. “I’d like to. I’d like to lick my way inside you. Hold your legs open and kiss your clit until you’re begging for more. Love the view of you. Spread open and wet for me. Like how you feel.” 

   “You’ve never been with a girl my size.” Evie broke into his daydreams.

   “You don’t know that.” He paused. It was true.

   “Yes, I do, Billy.” Evie didn’t know why the thought was stark and gnawing. “I’m bigger than you. Wider. Maybe even heavier.”

   “Bet, I can lift you just fine.” He rubbed his face, eyes searching. “I liked it. Touching you. I wasn’t shy about it, was I? Fucking soft. I’m not used to that against me. You’re warm and when I squeezed you against me, I wanted to throw you on my bed so fucking bad. Can't explain it.”

   She went silent so he found a joke. 

   “If it makes you so nervous, I promise to let you suck me off after.”

   “A dashing gentleman if I ever saw one.” She broke out of the nerves.

   “Just think about it, Evie. You ever just take the time to appreciate how wet you made someone? Up close. It's a thrill.” Billy hitched as he palmed himself. Evie swallowed a lump.

   “Are you…?”

   “Am I, what?” Billy’s labored breathing made it obvious, but he wanted her to say it.

   “Did I make you wet?”

   “Jeans are ruined for the day.” He offered, husky under the music. “Should have risked hiding you in the closet.”

   “We would have so been caught.”

   “His problem.” Billy gruffed, changed the subject to work himself up. “Two clasps away from those tits. I won’t forget that.”

   “Maybe I’ll play with them since you’re not here to.” She moved a hand under her sweater and Billy outright groaned.

   “What do you taste like?”

   “I recall you predicting heaven.” Sarcasm etched out. “It's possible you’ll find out if I’m in the mood again. I could be just now realizing this was a lapse in judgement.”

   “Ah huh.” Billy gave himself a few strokes. Evie listened to him sigh too soft and husky in her ear. Pictured him atop her. Rock hard and moaning. Gorgeous like Apollo. Sun streaming upon his back. Illuminating curls.

   She slid her fingers down. Hitched a sigh because she was soaked and aching. 

   “Would you kiss me after I sucked you off?” Evie played with herself. Let him hear the moan.

   “With tongue. You could spit directly into my mouth for all I care. In fact, I might like that.” Billy hummed, tone changing to give an order. “Slip your fingers in if you haven’t already. I know what you’re doing, Evangeline.”

   “You were doing it first.” Evie’s head pressed back into the pillows. She spread her legs and drew circles into herself, pressed two fingers in and moaned.

   “Who’s fucking you right now, Angel?”

   “Oh, you.” She was forward about that. Heart thumping. “Want your mouth and hands.”

   “Told you.” His head tilted back. Tried to stay immersed in the lingering scent of her. “Play with your clit again. That’ll do until I get my tongue on you.”

   Evie cursed that time. Accent lacing her tone. It made him smile brighter.

   “If I had it my way, you won’t play with yourself at all. Know that? You want to get off, you just come to me and let me take care of you.”

   “What a chore.” Evie sped and started to rock into her own touch.

   “I’m always up to the task.”

   Billy worked himself on the other end to every little mewl and sigh. Dirty talk went out the window as she gasped. Started to build herself up. Pictured Billy slicked and surrendered against cotton sheets. Stunning and batting his lashes while he opened his mouth and pumped his fist.

   “Get yourself there, Angel, don’t wait for me.” He heard her curse louder and almost drop the phone back. With Billy’s little murmurs of dirty encouragement, she rubbed perfect circles. Imagined his fingers and tongue. His sly eyes and those fucking lashes. Muscles bulging hot under her grasp. Evie cried out, succumbed there and hitched to shake and shudder. Billy closed his eyes while she got off. Couldn’t wait to be the one who got her there.

   “Fuck, Evie. You’re killing me.” One fists jerked up and down. Unable to get close because he was distracted with her. “I can’t...fucking shit. I was almost there a moment ago when you were here and now, ah…fucking hell.”

   “Sounds like you need help.” Evie stretched like a cat against her pillows. Still trembling.

   “Or another hand.” He sighed. “Or a mouth. Think about how you’d leave that red lipstick all over my dick.”

   “I got an idea. If you give me shit, I’ll end you.” Evie pushed her blissful body up. “Come up to the window.”

   “What…” Billy shoved a sheet aside to see her. Out of breath and curls sticking all over. Blushed and fucked. Gorgeous. “What are you doing?” He was still slowly jerking himself to keep the momentum. Evie looked around the grass and shrubbery. Rolled her eyes before lifting up her shirt and moving the bra down.

   Billy’s mouth dropped along with his phone so she giggled as he disappeared to grab it.

   “Fuck!” Billy caught himself and returned.

   “Are they everything you pictured?” She bit her lip and winked. He was dead intent on her tits. Mouth open. Working himself harder.

   “Push them against the window.”

   Her hard, dark rosy nipples pressed there and Billy moaned. Wished he had them in his hands. Wished he would fuck her mouth and shoot his load on them.

   “Yes, Evie, fuck.” He submitted. Almost sounded like a zombie. Under her spell. Typical boy. Working himself until… “Gonna cum.” Strings of release hit the wall as Billy dropped the phone again to finish. Evie still heard his muffled moans on the end and brought herself back down, giggling at the same time Billy fell into his pillows.

   “Did I lose you, Billy?”

   “No, but if you could pick my balls up off the floor, that’d be great.” He puffed and felt around for a tee to clean up with. “Okay. I’m gonna say this. We’re going to fuck. Hear me? I am going to fuck you. Can’t today. But, it's happening.”

   “So certain. What, are you spent already?”

   “Not gonna plan that far, we hang out as you say...and see what happens.” He caught his breath. “Can’t do it here and your two guards are going to be on you this week.”

   “You thought awhile about this.” Evie licked her lips, still fixing her bra in place. “Maybe my common sense comes back.”

   “Maybe you admit you’re warming up to me again. Sizzling fuse.”

   “Yeah, yeah.” Evie rose out of bed and paused to sigh. Tone shifting. "Billy?"

   "Hm?"

   “What if he comes back?”

   “He’s scared. He won’t. I stopped him.”

   “I feel like I’m going to be constantly looking over my shoulder. You know?” Evie didn't want to touch the floor again.

   “Then, I guess I know where to stand for your attention.” His quip had Evie biting her lip. Roses bloomed up her thighs and cheeks. “I also left my number under your lamp, by the way. Use it.”

   Evie blinked and lifted it to see a torn slip with his handwriting. Slippery bastard.

   “Yeah, I got it.” She bit back a smile. “I’ll...ah, see you later, Billy.”

   “Yes, you will.” He paused. “One more question. More of a courtesy.”

   “What?”

   “Preferred method of birth control? Have a couple rubbers. I’m clean, by the way. But, are you an in or out type of girl?” 

   “Also clean. And I’m an avid user of the pill, smartass. Use that information however you like.” She hung up, leaving Billy to laugh on the other end. He brought the phone away, still so stupid happy. Dreaming himself away.

   Psyche went through so many trials for Cupid. Billy wondered about the after. About Eros picking up some trials of his own to keep a girl that tangled him so ardently. About how it felt worth it down to the beating core. All’s fair...

   Evangeline Fenny might really be the end of him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks for tuning in!! That was actually my first full phone sex scene, it's so fun to write these two and their weird dance. I just love them more by the chp. xx Stay and chat with me if you can! As is open :)

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little lady bird [sebastian stan]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

relationship: sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: swearing, none; mistakes here or there

request (anon): Hi darling, can i request something where the reader and Sebastian are married and have a baby girl so she visited the set of endgame and show everyone his little lady and obviously everyone adores her, like Anthony making fun because his baby girl is such a copy of Sebastian and Chris being such an uncle also Scarlet and Elizabeth 😍🙈 Thanks 😘😘

notes: i really hope i got this good. i’ve been writing and re-writing some parts and although i am honestly happy with how this turned out, i’m hoping anon would like it, too.

summary: evelyn stan is taking the hearts by storm

Ever since you and Sebastian Stan got married, not once have you visited him on set. But now, you were missing him badly and your little daughter, Evelyn, would cry whenever she realized her daddy wasn’t around.

One night, you were alone in your bed, craving for your husband’s touch, when you heard the cries of baby Evelyn. Immediately, you rushed to her side and began to feed her some milk. She was two years old, already sleeping in her own room with protective barriers, or railings, around her bed.

“I know you miss daddy,” you said, rocking her from side to side. “I do, too, Ev. But he’s got to work and so does mommy.” You work as a teacher nearby and you drop off your daughter at your mother’s place during the day. You also liked knowing that Evelyn would be pretty close to her grandmother.

“I promise, when daddy’s work is over, we can finally spend some time together…I hope,” you said with a sigh. Sebastian’s work has begun to take a toll on him. And you were happy that he was living his dream, but you wanted to spend time with him, too. For him to spend time with your daughter. Evelyn needed her father just as much as you needed your husband. “He’ll be back and we’ll spend some quality family time together. I promise. You’ll see, Evy.”

But you knew you needed to do something. And quick.

Evelyn was getting restless without the attention of her daddy. And if you were being honest, so were you. Being alone sucked. And although you loved your daughter to the littlest bits and pieces of life, you couldn’t spend every single moment with just her.

Sebastian was only supposed to be gone a few days for the Avengers Endgame film. But there were so many delays that he’s been gone for two weeks already. That was definitely much more than the family bargained for.

He would call and message and video call you everyday, getting to see Evelyn play and sleep, whatever time he would catch her in. Evelyn would also reach for the device that you would be using when she would see her father. She would call out the name she calls him with and Sebastian would answer with his sweet, but gruff, voice.

“There’s my little lady bird,” he would say when she would see the little girl. He got that nickname when he realizes that Evelyn would sometimes sing with the birds outside your house. “Little lady bird, how are you?” And that would mark his and Evelyn’s conversation that were filled with nonsense, but still, you would record those moments with another device, just because you loved seeing father-daughter moments.

But what could you do to be able to see him again at this very moment. ‘Maybe I can go on set,’ you thought. You’ve heard of other families visiting their loved ones on set, so why couldn’t you? ‘I can get a few days off of work. Of course I’ll bring Evelyn, that’d allow mom to spend some quality time for herself, too. Yeah, I think that’ll work.’ And so you went inside your room, leaving the door open in case Evelyn needed you, to think of ways on how you can get inside the set. You did have one idea that surely wouldn’t fail.

So here you are, at the set of Avengers Endgame. With help from Sebastian’s agent, you managed to get in without any worry. Even Evelyn seemed to know where you guys were, she had an excited look in her eyes and she was facing the front rather than your chest.

“There he is,” the agent said, pointing out your husband. He was busy chatting with Elizabeth and Anthony. They were filming what they said is a wedding scene. “Would you like me to bring you guys to him?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s alright. I’d like to surprise him.” You thank the agent. With a heavy huff, you whisper to your daughter what she should do. When you reach Sebastian, he had his back turned to you.

As if on cue, Evelyn reaches out for her father’s back and cried out her name for him in a cheery, longing voice. Sebastian jumped before turning around to face you and the baby. “Evelyn!” he exclaimed. He gently cradled her face before kissing her. “My baby.” You clear your throat and smile. “And my other baby,” he said, laughing. He brings you in for a hug, careful not to squeeze the little girl in the middle. “I’ve missed you two. I can’t believe you’re here!”

You let go of him and fix Evelyn’s position on your hip. “Why?” you teased. “You hiding something from us, Mr. Stan?”

“As a matter of fact, Mrs. Stan, I am,” he replied. Your eyes widen a bit but he laughs it off. “You’re not suppose to see the ending, doll. How can it be a surprise when you watch it during the premiere?”

You roll your eyes. “You’ve already told me that it’s a wedding scene.”

Anthony and Elizabeth, who have been watching the exchange, take this time to their advantage. They’ve already met you, but not Evelyn. After they greet you, with Elizabeth giving you a half-hug, Anthony asked who the little bundle of joy is. “She looks exactly like you,” he pointed out to Sebastian.

“She does, doesn’t she?” you confirm. Chocolate brown hair, piercing blue eyes..same shaped nose, thin lips. Evelyn was a carbon copy of her father. “Seb thinks she looks like me.”

“No offense, y/n,” Anthony started, and you’ve already waved your hand as if saying “none taken”, “but she looks exactly like Sebastian Stan. Look at that! You can cover the rest of her face,” she used his hands to conceal some of the features of the baby from afar, “and all you see are her eyes, it’s very Sebastian! Very Winter Soldier.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“What’s her name again?” Elizabeth asked. “I heard it earlier but I want to make sure. I don’t want to call her by any other.”

“Evelyn,” Sebastian replied. “Her name is Evelyn Stan.”

“Lovely name,” Elizabeth commented. “May I hold her?”

“Of course,” you said and you hand your daughter to the now red-head actress. “She’s not very fussy. She’s a good girl,” you tried convince her. Although Elizabeth is obviously good with children, you can’t help but list the qualities of Evelyn…it’s a proud mom thing. “She likes you.”

Elizabeth smiled “Oh, I hope so.” She rubbed Evelyn’s back and cooed, “Aren’t you the cutest baby ever? Oh yes you are, baby Evelyn. You’re a very beautiful baby.”

“She’s going to break hearts one day,” Anthony remarked. “And hopefully she doesn’t get her heart broken, you’re very good with guns on and off set.” He patted Sebastian’s shoulder and laughed. “But count me in if you ever need back-up.”

Sebastian smirked. “You love her already.”

“Of course!” Anthony had no reason to deny it. “She’s a very beautiful girl, made by two gorgeous and amazing people, she’d just be as awesome. Plus, she looks like you.” He laughed.

“Oh, she’s such a sweetheart,” Elizabeth said. “Look, she’s already asleep!”

“Shh,” Sebastian hushed, “she’s a very deep sleeper but who knows what will wake her up. This is a crowded area.”

Just then, Chris and Scarlett appeared from behind the three actors. Chris immediately noticed the baby and gasped. Scarlett had to look past Chris just to see the baby. Scarlett gasped as well, her hand covering her mouth.

“Oh, she’s adorable,” Scarlett said. “She’s no doubt Sebastian’s.” This earned Sebastian a “ha!” from Anthony. “What’s her name?”

“Evelyn,” you replied. “Ev or Evy for short.” You shrugged.

“Little lady bird, too,” Sebastian added. “Though that’s my nickname for her. It might feel weird if others call her that, too.” He shook his head. “Nevermind, don’t call her that.”

“Little Sebastian might be good, too,” Anthony joked.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Isn’t that the horse or donkey, I forget, from Parks and Recreation?”

Chris laughed softly. “That’s Lil’ Sebastian. There’s a difference.”

“We are not calling Evelyn a nickname after a horse,” you said, “it’s like calling Renesmee Nessie, like she’s the Loch Ness Monster or something.”

Elizabeth laughed, though she tried to keep her volume at the minimal. “I didn’t know you were a Twilight fan.”

You rolled your eyes. “Am not. I just remember watching that part.”

Chris asked if he could hold Evelyn. With your permission, Elizabeth handed the baby over to Chris and you smiled at the thought that Chris was very good with kids. Evelyn must have felt the shift because she woke up. You and Sebastian made a face, scared that she’d make a fuss. But Chris rocked her and she leaned her head on his chest as if she was listening to his heartbeat.

“That’s amazing,” Anthony said.

“You’ve always been a children person,” Scarlett chimed in. “It’s a gift.”

“Children are so innocent,” Chris said, “they’re God’s gift.”

Sebastian smirked. “Stop being so dramatic.”

“I can’t help it,” Chris chuckled, “your baby girl is going to be the death of me.”

“Aww man, not you too!”

“Aren’t you glad that you’ve got people on your side when it comes to your daughter?” Anthony rested his arm on his friend’s shoulder. “I mean, come on, dude, you’ve got to admit that’s already really cool.”

Sebastian pursed his lips in thought then nodded. “It would be fun to scare off her suitors when she’s got a dad and two uncles guarding her already.”

“Oh, don’t talk about her growing up yet!” you groaned. “I want to enjoy my time with her.”

“Pretty soon, she’ll be going to prom,” Chris Hemsworth appeared, joining in on the conversation. “Oh, she’s a wonderful little gal,” he said when he laid eyes on the girl Chris Evans was holding. “Sebastian’s?”

Robert joined in and nodded. “Obviously. Look at those eyes, very piercing shade of blue.”

“Thank you for your input, Hemsworth,” you whined. “Now all I can think of is her growing up into a lady already. Ugh, she’s only two years old, guys! Let her live a little bit more before she starts worrying about boys and dating!”

“Or girls,” Scarlett added, shrugging her shoulders.

“Or girls,” you repeated and you see Scarlett smile.

There’s a tiny sound coming from young Evelyn and everyone turned to see her yawning. Chris Evans handed her back to Sebastian and he, in turn, hugs her close to his chest. “God I missed her so much.”

“We both missed you,” you said, smiling at the sight of them. You take out your phone and capture the moment. “Picture, everyone!” You walk back a bit and everyone poses for the photo. “One…two…three…everybody say ‘cheese’!”

“Cheese!” they obliged.

When everyone but you and Sebastian dispersed, you give him a small, soft smile. “When are you coming back?”

“As soon as possible. But I have an idea. Why don’t you two stay here with me first? I’m sure you took some time off from work.”

“I did, yeah. Our bags are still packed in the van, we were hoping we could stay in your hotel.”

“Babe, you’re my family, of course you’re staying in my hotel, in the very same room.”

You laughed. When your laughter died down, you looked at the sleeping baby in your husband’s arms and sigh. “How did we get so lucky?”

Sebastian grinned. “How did I get so lucky? My queen,” he gestured to you with his head, “and my princess, the little lady bird,” he lifted her a bit. “You’re both so beautiful, so amazing, I can’t live without either one of you.” He leaned down and said, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, too,” you said.

[delicatejisung]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[part 2 of this will be up later, I PROMISE SHDHD I HAVE ENOUGH TIME TODAY FOR IT AND I ONLY CUT IT BC IT WAS GETTING SO LONG]

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“i refuse to live in a house where i don’t get to see yanna’s face everyday, it’s boring.” jisung huffed as he sat on the couch. they were unfortunate enough not to have any schedules together the next few days, meaning they would have no chance of seeing her unless they have the guts to visit her. where? at mirage’s( @mirage-official ) dorm.

the day after the extremely failed sleepover, yanna was nowhere to be found inside the dorms as soon as they woke up. all she did was leave a note saying she’ll be fine and they automatically guessed she’d be with hyeyoung and evie.

“it’s been, like, 4 days.” jeno replied, implying the boy was overreacting.

“how come renjun-hyung gets to see her when he’s probably the one she doesn’t want t-“ his words got cut off by a pillow being thrown at his face by his said hyung. it was true, though. renjun did get to see her, in the span of 4 days he was able to see the girl for 2.

and no, they didn’t talk. it consisted more of yanna barely acknowledging his presence as she continued doing everyday things and renjun respecting it but still wanting to atleast see her okay before heading to his radio show.

there were a lot of times yanna slips and almost calls him for help on something, but she remembers that the mirage members are also somewhere inside the unit and ends up calling them instead. and honestly? renjun wasn’t hurt. he understood that yanna wasn’t and isn’t ready to talk about it yet, but at the same time he misses her. how the girl would wake him up with a kiss on his dimple when it’s prominent even in his sleep. how she would sit on his lap and hug him when he’s still sleepy but they have a schedule. and also, how she would always cheer him on before he goes to the radio station.

yanna? she misses it too. but she doesn’t know where to start. she’s unsure what to say or do, not wanting to cause more damage. she admits, she wasn’t thinking that clearly that day. overcame with emotions and the exhaustion, she didn’t mean to say some of the things she said. but then again, maybe she needed to. them taking a break, or a pause rather, isn’t the worst thing but it’s not the best either.

the second day renjun visited, it was before his radio show. yanna tried so hard not to say it even though she so badly wanted to, but the way his eyes were hopeful she would say something before he leaves just made her heart completely warm. so, she barely let out a whisper.

“good luck.” and she thought he wouldn’t hear it, renjun having his back facing her. but he did. it was the reason for the boy’s smile that day. and one of the reasons why he decided to give the girl more space and not visit her on the 5th day.

but to yanna’s surprise as she opened the door to her unnies’ unit, jaemin appeared. she blinked a few times, looking around, thinking it was some kind of prank they’re pulling on her because they missed her but no one was there. only him.

“can i come in?” the boy asked, glancing a bit at evie who was already slightly glaring behind yanna.

“uhm.” she mumbled a bit, glancing at the two. hyeyoung smiled tightly before letting the boy enter while also pushing evie towards the couch and telling her not to interrupt.

“i just wanted to talk to you, to explain myself.” the boy murmured as yanna slowly sat in front of him, nodding.

“i didn’t mean...” he quietly said, the girl nodding immediately once again.

“i know.” she replied, smiling a bit.

“what do you mean you know?” jaemin asked, leaning on the table.

“i know that whether it was something you did feel or not, you’d never want to do or say anything that would harm me in any way.” yanna replied with a tight smile. jaemin blinked, holding back a smile before heavily exhaling.

“i also know that if you told jeno first then it’s something you really never wanted to discuss with any of us.” she continued. jaemin gave her a look, one full of admiration but unsure what it was really for or what it meant.

“i said it because...” he started after a few seconds, making yanna look directly at him.

“i wanted to know if it was true, or if it was as ridiculous as it sounded in my head.” the boy finished. yanna smiled and nodded, making it visible that she understood.

“i’m assuming you don’t want me to ask what you came up with?” the girl replied. jaemin looked at her once again before blinking a few times and looking down. as he noticed yanna’s phone ding and her warm smile towards it, he could only smile as well. it was final, other feelings he had or will end up having are just for him to keep.

“i’ll always love you, you know.” he mumbled, catching yanna’s attention. the girl nodded.

“i know, i’ll always love you too.” she replied, offering a hug that the boy gladly accepted.

and just like that, her heart felt less heavy. but surely, like what everyone else says, there was still one person she hasn’t talked to. the one she really needed to talk to.

“i’m sleepy, stop asking these question.” yanna whined at a still giggling hyuck.

“i invited you to a sleepover, you don’t sleep at sleepovers. you sleep when it’s over and then oversleep until the next morning afternoon or something.” the boy explained, making yanna roll her eyes.

“who’d you learn that from? evie or—“

“shut it, huang.” he immediately stopped her, sensing johnny’s game stopping.

“then stop asking questions!” the girl whisper-yelled, glancing at johnny who was busy once again.

“stop dismissing my question! i’m just asking if you guys made out al—“

“JOHNNY-HYUNG, HYUCK’S BEING WEIRD!” the girl yelled out slightly but johnny could only laugh at them.

“he’s not listening, nice try. it’s his thing these days to act like he’s listening but he’s always focused on something in his phone, i respect his privacy so...”

“in other words, you’ve tried prying but he didn’t budge.” the girl said with a laugh.

“shut up.” hyuck once again said, giving her a sarcastic look.

“you’re telling me to shut up and yet you keep asking questions.” she said with a smirk, resting her head on her arms.

“fine, answer this one instead.” he said with a smug face, his hand on his back.

“do you miss him?” hyuck asked, now serious and determined. the girl paused for a bit, stared at the wall and then at her friend.

“it’s an easy question, why are you contemplating so bad?” he asked, but yanna could only pout as she suppressed the tears that were about to drop.

“i’m not, i just... it really sucks to admit that i do when i’m the one who did this.” she whispered, but still loud enough to be heard by hyuck, johnny who was off his phone and renjun who was on the other line of hyuck’s phone.

“uh-huh?” the boy said, urging her to carry on.

“do you think it’s my fault?” she asked them, aware now that johnny was listening in. the boy could only give him a hug while hyuck silently ended his call with renjun before patting her head as she silently cried.

and as hyuck said and predicted, yanna did oversleep as the girl stretched her arms before glancing at her phone.

4:30 pm, august 21 it said.

with puffy eyes she turned around and noticed how no one was inside the room, considering two shared it. it took her a while to pull herself up from the mattress and go to the comfort room. but as she opened the door, the noise of hyuck bantering with someone very familiar made her freeze.

“you’re here?” doyoung asked in surprise, getting things ready in the kitchen. yanna nodded silently, ignoring hyuck’s smirk and the shock on renjun’s face.

“you said she already left this morning.” renjun said, but hyuck could only shrug before raising his eyebrows at yanna who could only blink.

“i say a lot of things i don’t mean.” he nonchalantly answered as renjun took his seat.

“have you been crying?” doyoung asked the girl, to which she answered with a shook of her head. as she noticed their manager’s eyes on her, she bowed.

“mark-hyung said he needed-“

“mark-hyung isn’t home.” hyuck said in an obvious tone.

“how would you know?” the girl asked in a heated tone.

“taeyong-hyung isn’t here, they’re doing something for superm. genius.” the boy replied, making her roll her eyes before proceeding to enter the comfort room.

“they’re filming a vlive in a while, don’t throw tantrums!” the boy teased, making yanna flash a middle finger at him in annoyance before closing the door.

as soon as she sat on the toilet, she finally noticed how her heart sped up at the sight of renjun. which was.... weird. not weird in a “why tf would that happen?” but more of a “what’s the difference between me seeing him days ago and seeing him now?”

maybe it was because, she was nervous. she knew. she knew it was time to talk to him. she knew that her love and her longing for the boy was now higher than her frustrations & fears. like it always should have been. how it’ll turn out, she doesn’t really know. but it felt worth it.

the girl quietly washed her face before moving towards the room again only to get her phone and hang inside taeyong’s room instead. she could feel renjun’s gaze on her but she didn’t look back, not wanting to distract him from the vlive as he talked to hyuck who was at the side.

↣ 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 ♡

[marvelslut16]

The Pirate’s Princess

Pairing: Harry Hook x reader part 2 

Soulmate Au

Synopsis: The people of Auradon all have Soulmates. (Y/N) met her’s months ago on the Isle of the lost while trying to save Ben and bring Mal back. (Y/N) was forced to leave Harry on the Isle. Months have passed and (Y/N)’s soulmate makes a surprise return to her life. 

Word count: 4067 (I genuinely thought it was longer)

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN DESCENDANTS 3, I spoil the entire plot of the movie. More swear words than part one. 

Author’s note: It’s like 4 in the morning, so there’s a good chance I have spelling errors. Also I love Ben and Mal, but this story definitely makes it seem like I don’t, whoops. 

Part 1

Ben proposed to Mal. Right in the middle of the school grounds, in front of everyone, he sang a remix of did I mention. The song he created when Mal spelled him almost a year ago. The worst part was that he didn’t tell me, his own sister, that he was doing this. Not to be rude or anything, but she just ran away to the Isle in fear of her future. Now all of a sudden she wants to marry my brother? 

“Congrats sis,” I put on a fake smile as she walks up to me. 

“Thanks!” she pulls me into a tight hug before turning to Evie. “Did you know about this?”

“Of course!” the blue haired girl smiles. Wow, thanks Ben. It seems like everyone knew but his own twin sister, I thought we were close.  

I sigh as I look down at my sad little compass, having no contact with Harry is killing me. What if he got tired of waiting for me and moved on to some Isle girl? What if he really is evil and was just playing with my heart when I met him? Ben’s the king, he could bring Harry over, but he won’t. One of the VK’s could have chosen him to come over, but with their past they definitely would have never picked them. They all know how much I’m hurting, they all know he’s meant for me, and yet none of them seem to care. 

I look over at mom and dad, who are hugging each other and smiling at the golden boy. Their sweet baby with the giant heart that is so easily forgiven. They never once asked me about my soulmate, but they always asked Ben about his when his compass appeared. He was destined to be the king, and I was destined to live in the shadows. At least as much of the shadows as you can when your a princess. Taking a deep breath, I walk away from the group and to the privacy of the ocean. No one bothers me when I sit on the shore, something I’ve been doing every day since we got back, as I stare out at the horrid Isle that holds my soulmate captive.  

Normally wherever Ben goes, I follow, some sort of diplomatic thing. Shows great honor, plus I was always the sibling to remember statistics and contributions made by the Princes and Princesses we were meeting with. Ben was always the charmer. But picking up the new kids from the Isle is where Ben drew the line apparently. I’m not allowed to go with, apparently I’m dangerous now. Ben and I used to be so close, inseparable, now he’s keeping secrets and keeping me away from my soulmate. There’s an ache in my chest, brought on by the separation from Harry, but worsened by my brother’s actions. 

-

Jane isn’t one of my best friends, but we’re still pretty close and have been our whole lives. So of course I was invited to her birthday party, Carlos and I are on cake duty. He and I had agreed to meet at Evie’s cottage/filler castle and head to the party together. I dropped the cake off there last night. 

“Okay, who ate Jane’s cake?” I hear Carlos shout as I enter the cottage.

“What happened?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen. Before he can respond, there’s a green flash and a wicked flash that came from the back patio. “Audrey?” I ask in confusion, I can recognize her laugh anywhere. 

I walk out the door behind Jay, who stops abruptly and I run right into his back. I look over his shoulder and see Mal old and bent over. I gasp and my eyes widen, Audrey did this? How?

“Audrey has my mother’s scepter,” Mal says. “We need to get Hades’s ember, it’s the only thing strong enough to overpower the scepters powers.”

“I’m going with you guys,” I step out from behind Jay. 

“No you aren’t” Mal slowly turns to look at me.

“And who’s going to stop me? You?” I laugh. “I’d love to see you try. I’m just trying to help you guys. Mal, you and Ben are already leaving me out of things ever since we found out Harry is my soulmate. I’m sick of it! It’s frustrating and belittling. I’m going with you, whether you like it or not.”

“There’s strength in numbers,” Evie agrees. 

“You and Ben have been hurting her,” Carlos frowns. 

“It’s kind of obvious,” Jay adds. 

“Whatever,” Mal rolls her eyes. 

“You can ride with me,” Jay smiles before walking back inside. 

-

“This is so cool,” I breathe, as we walk into Dr. Facilier's Voodoo Arcade. Celia gives me a confused look. “We don’t really have arcade’s in Auradon, it’s more about courtly duty.”

As Celia asks her father for the key to Hades’s cave, I wander over to the tv with Carlos. He puts a coin into the top and the news from Auradon starts to play. The reporter is talking about how the sleeping curse is spreading, and that even though it’s rumored to be Audrey, it must be a villain doing it. I frown at his generalization that everyone from the Isle has to be bad. A magic barrier doesn’t magically make people evil or good depending on which side they’re on. We get the key and quickly dash out of the arcade and back to the bikes. Sitting atop the bikes are pirates, Harry’s sitting on Jay’s. I bite my bottom lip as I smile at my pirate. 

“Get off my bike Hook,” Jay frowns. 

“You shouldn’t have had my girl clinging onto you then,” Harry winks at me. My breath catches in my throat as I study is face. His hair is parted slightly different, and the eyeliner is thicker. To top it all off he’s in a new outfit; he has the same ripped white shirt, but he has a new red vest that’s so dark it almost looks black, and he has no pirate hat in sight. He’s even more handsome than I remember. With one last smirk to me, he’s driving off with his buddies. 

Jay and the rest go to follow him to get the bikes back, but Mal stops Celia and me. “You two are coming with me.” I roll my eyes, but obediently follow my future Queen. 

-

“I was a God!” Hades bellows. “I don’t belong here!”  

“If it makes you feel any better, I never thought you should have been imprisoned on the Isle,” I speak up for the first time. “You’re stronger and have more power than and King or Queen could have.”

“I like this one,” Hades smiles at Mal, before turning to me. “I like you.”

“Dad,” Mal huffs. “Enough. We need the ember.” 

I sigh, causing everyone to look at me with raised eyebrows. “The daughter of Maleficent and Hades, two of the most feared individuals, was allowed to come over to Auradon. I just want to brink over Captain Hook’s son, but no.” 

“Now is not the time for that (Y/N),” Mal furrows her brows. 

“Then when is it time?” I laugh humorlessly. “Because you and Ben have been avoiding this discussion at all costs.” 

Mal frowns, but ultimately ignores me, grabbing the ember before heading to leave. I smile at Hades before following her out. 

We meet up with the other’s, and walk out of the barrier. Just as it’s closing two bodies jump through. Two bodies that belong to Harry and Gil. 

“Princess,” Harry smiles at me before picking me up and spinning me around. 

“I missed you,” I whisper, running my pointer finger over his jawline. Gil high fives me after I reluctantly pull away from Harry. 

“Did you miss me?” Uma asks from the water.

“Uma!” Harry, Gil and I cry out at once. Uma caught the Ember that Harry had almost knocked into the water when I was greeting Gil. 

Uma and Mal argue about the Ember, and how it can’t get wet. Uma explains that she’s been trying to find a way for the kids to get off the Isle. Uma eventually turns back into a person and hugs Harry and Gil, before pulling me into a side hug as well. As Mal and Uma continue to argue, I stand between Harry and Uma, lacing the fingers on my left hand with Harry’s right. 

-

We head to my castle to hopefully find Ben, but the only thing we find claw scratches on the wall. As we walk further into the castle, Harry subtly guides me behind him. I smile at his protectiveness, so he didn’t move on with some Isle girl. 

We walk through the castle before eventually going into the hall of knights. Metal knight outfits line the walls. As Uma and Mal bicker for the hundredth time today, Harry and I notice one of the knights moving. This time there’s no subtlety in his actions, he fully pushes me behind him. 

“Guys,” Harry tries to get their attention, which doesn’t work.

“Shut up!” I raise my voice at them for the first time, they all turn to look at me confused. 

“Look at the knight,” Harry points out. Everyone looks at it and Audrey’s voice comes through commanding the armor to fight us. Everyone quickly grabs swords as the knights surround us, I stick with the pirates while the VK’s stick together, in a way it’s showing the separation in the groups, and which one I’m ultimately loyal to.  

“I’ve got a strategy, you take the left,” Mal says to Uma, before whispering to the VK’s. “The rest of you can follow me.”

“Uh-uh,” Uma glares at her. 

“This is my crew,” Mal argues.

“Well this is my squad,” Uma counters. 

“This is my turf,” Mal argues further. 

“Oh my gosh,” Evie complains. “Look guys, we have bigger fish to fry, put your differences aside. Because right now we’re on the same side.”

“You can go back to arguing later, this isn’t a joke,” I complain from Harry’s side. 

The fight rages on and Uma and Mal work together to beat the knights. After they used their combined powers to stun them, Mal uses a spell to get them to copy our moves. Everyone starts dancing around to distract them, while I just stare with a raised eyebrow. The safety of Auradon and its people is in the hands of a group of dancing teenagers?

When the dancing somehow defeats the knights, everyone starts to celebrate, I of course am being hugged by Harry, but Uma and Mal almost high five. That is until they realize what they’re doing, and walk away from each other and stand on opposite sides of the room. 

“We were a team, we worked together.” Evie tries to get the two sides to get along. “Uma? Mal? (Y/N), c’mon.”

“Yeah no,” I grunt along with Uma and Mal. 

“Let’s try a little ice breaker,” Evie gets all excited. I give her props for staying optimistic through all of this. “I’ll start with Harry.”

“Ye really don’t have to,” he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in tight.  

“I like your accent,” Evie continues anyway. “And you and (Y/N) are really cute together.” Harry just stares at her, as I send her a little smile. 

-

I get sick of their bickering on where to search next, and head out alone to the place I know she would go to. Fairy cottage. After a long walk I finally end up there, and I can hear her throwing things and Chad whimpering. Will she just give into the soulmate bound already? I know she isn’t happy it’s him, but he’s devoted to her, and she could honestly do worse. 

“Audrey?” I shout through the door. “Let me in.”

The door opens to Audrey’s grinning face. “ How cute, you decided to come here and plead for your safety.”

“Hi (Y/N),” Chad dopily smiles at me. 

“Shut it Chad,” Audrey snaps. 

“Actually, I came here to talk,” I frown. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I doing this?” she laughs humorlessly as she rolls her eyes. “Because I lost everything! I lost Ben! I lost my spot as Queen! And I lost you! But Mal got everything I lost. If everyone wants a villain, I’ll give them one.”

“Audrey, you never lost me,” my frown deepens. “You have always been, and will always be my best friend.”

“You stayed my friend when they first came here, but you changed after the cotillion,” she deadpans.

“A lot happened on the Isle that you don’t know about,” I defend. “Audrey, I’m mad at Ben and Mal too, but I’m not attacking everyone because of it.”

“And what could possibly have you so mad at your perfect little Ben?” she asks. 

“I met my soulmate on the Isle,” I sigh. “He’s friends with Uma, and he was actually the one to kidnap Ben when we were there. Ben refuses to let Harry come over and blows me off whenever I want to talk about it.”

“Is he here now?” Audrey asks, sounding like her real self for the first time. 

“Yeah, he’s the one in the red vest with the eyeliner,” I grin at her. “It’s a little frustrating, ya know. Mal tried to steal the wand for her mom, but she gets stay. Harry just wanted off the Isle and he gets treated like he’s some big criminal.”

Audrey’s eyes snap to me, studying my face. “You’re tricking me!” she exclaims. “What has gotten into you?” I frown. 

“Where are they?” she screams running from window to window. “You’re just trying to distract me until they can get here and stop me! Well that’s not gonna happen!” 

Audrey uses the scepter and slams both Chad and me into a closet, before locking it behind us. “Audrey, I’m not tricking you,” I yell through the door.

“Of course you were! You wouldn’t dare speak ill of your king or Queen,” and with that, the door to the cottage slammed shut behind her, Leaving me locked in a closet with a whimpering Chad.

-

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I think I’m going crazy. It sounds like there are voices coming from outside the cottage. Chad finally just shut up, but thinking Audrey returned, sent him into another whimpering fest. Soon the door to the closet is opened to reveal Ben, who suddenly has facial hair and pointy teeth. Chad whimpers again, and curls tightly into my side, fearing that he’ll get more glass bowls thrown at him.

“Chad get off me,” I groan. 

“Yeah mate,” Harry’s voice is low and threatening. “Get off my girl.” 

As soon as Chad comes to his senses and gets off of me, Harry is pulling me up and holding me tightly to his side. He glares at Chad as he spins his hook around, almost daring him to look my way again. I lean into his side and place my right hand on his chest, almost instantly he starts to relax. Everything about being in his arms feels like safety and home, and I can’t keep the large grin off my face as he calls me his girl.

Chad runs from the house screaming that he’s free, and the rest of us set off to find Audrey.

“I want to know how you convinced them to help you,” Ben says to Mal.

“She promised that all of the kids that wanted to get off the Isle could,” Uma smiles.

“Mal?” Ben frowns.

“What’s going on?” I match my brother’s frown.

“I lied to you,” Mal stops walking and looks at all of us. “The kids won’t be coming off the Isle.”

“What do you mean?” Jay asks. 

“The programs been shut down. And the barrier will be closed for good,” I strangled gasp escapes my lips. 

Everyone starts talking at once, until Mal cuts in. “I did it for us,” she defends to the VK’s. “For the life we have here.”  

As Mal and Evie argue, Harry turns to Ben. “You’re probably gonna throw us all back inside of it,” I laugh and shake my head when Ben doesn't deny it. 

“This is bullshit,” I laugh, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Don’t do this,” Harry frowns at me. “He’s still you’re brother, and you’ll regret this.” 

“No, he needs to hear this,” I look Ben directly in the eye. “It’s bullshit. You have no idea how happy I was, how proud I was of you, when you took my idea from when we were kids and made it a reality. You bringing these eight kids over is quite possibly the only good decision you’ve made recently. You’ve kicked me out of important meetings, left me out of the loop on all decisions you’ve made. It’s bullshit Ben, these kids have done nothing! And yet you’re leaving them on a miserable island to rot, when they’ve done nothing wrong. Uma, Harry, and Gil are risking their lives to save Auradon, and yet when everything’s magically fixed, they’ll be sent back. Audrey is my best friend, but we both know she’ll just get a slap on the wrist and everything will be forgiven. She won’t face punishment, and yet innocent kids do. It’s bullshit Ben, you knew before we were even off the Isle that Harry was my soulmate, and you’ve done nothing,” by now tears, both angry and hurt, are pricking the corners of my eyes. “You were content to sit on a big fancy throne with Mal at your side, and watch me be alone. You lost your soulmate for a day and you still complain about how painful that was. I haven’t seen mine in months, because you won’t bring him over, none of you will. It hurts Ben. You hurt Audrey, proposing to Mal in front of her. You may not be her soulmate, but she loved you. You both planned that she would be your Queen. And you don’t know, or care, about how painful that proposal was for me Ben. You told Evie that you were going to propose, but you didn’t even tell your own sister. But on top of that, I bet it didn’t even cross your mind how much it would hurt me to see you get your happy ending with Mal. You proposed to her right in front of me, knowing damn well that I would probably never get that moment, or any, with Harry. You never planned on bringing any of the pirates over after Uma refused to help. But I can’t tell if it was because of your encounter with them, or because of Mal’s past with them. Either way, it’s bullshit. We used to be so close Ben, but now I’m honestly embarrassed to be your sister.”

Harry pulls me into his chest, as he runs his hand through my hair. Before Ben can react, Celia grabs the ember from Mal, and throws it into a birdbath. 

“No!” Mal screams. 

“Bummer,” Uma deadpans. Harry and I follow her as she walks away. 

“(Y/N) wait!” Ben calls after us.

“No Ben, I’m done with your lies. When this is over and you send the three of them back, I’ll be going with them. I won’t respect or listen to a king who has so little respect for his own people. Like it or not, the people on the Isle are your people too. And just like Dad, you don’t care about them.”

-

Everything’s over now. Audrey was taken down by Mal, and brought back from the brink of death by Hades. The pirates went back over to the Isle, Harry wouldn’t let me go with. Said I deserved better than the life he could give me on the Isle. What he doesn’t realize is that any life with him would be perfect. And just like I predicted, Audrey got away with no punishment, everyone’s acting like it never happened. Now here I am, standing up on a balcony with Ben, Mal, and my parents for their engagement party. None of us have really talked since I got mad at them, but they needed to hear it.

“I can’t do it,” Mal says after she’s called the future Queen. Everyone gasps, but I just roll my eyes. She goes on about how the people on the Isle are our people as well and they need to take care of them, hmmm sounds familiar. She even managed to fit it in that Hades is her dad, earning more gasps from the people.  

Ben takes over the speech, “Mal’s right. We have been neglecting them, something (Y/N) has been trying to tell me since we were kids. Not only have I been a bad king to those on the Isle, but a bad brother to (Y/N). I’ve been keeping the truth from her, and knowingly hurting her. She was right when she told me that I didn’t seem to care about how she felt. I do care, but I’ve been purposely keeping her and her soulmate apart,” the crowd gasps. “As we brought in a new group of kids from the Isle, I made sure her soulmate stayed on the other side of the barrier. I didn’t care if he was different around her, better even, I let my own feelings for him cloud my judgement. I didn’t stop to think about how much she must be hurting. And I’m sorry (Y/N), for everything. I just want to be someone that your proud to call your brother.”

“Ben,” I give him a small smile. “It takes a lot of guts to say that in front of everyone, but I’m still hurt. And there are still so many kids on the isle that don’t deserve to be.”

“That’s why we need to bring the barrier down, unite Auradon and the Isle,” Mal grins. That’s definitely not something I would advocate, yes I want the kids off, and yes I don’t think Hades should be there since he’s a God. But some really bad people are on the Isle, and that could cause more chaos and trouble for Auradon.

Ultimately, Ben uses the well I’m king card to shut our parents up and let them do what they want. Fairy Godmother, shockingly, agrees wholeheartedly that the barrier should be brought down. So Mal uses the wand and a bridge connects the Isle to Auradon. We all rush down to greet the kids walking across the bridge. I smile as I see Harry and Uma leading the group. 

I run and jump into Harry’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist with little care that I’m currently in a dress. Harry laughs as he holds on tightly. “I’m never leaving ye again,” he promises. 

Instead of verbally responding, I grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. It was slow and sweet, but conveyed all of our emotions. He sets me down so he can weave his hand through my hair while his hooked hand rests dangerously close to my butt. For the first time since we met, I don’t have to fear Harry being ripped away from me. I’m finally home. 

“You look ravishing,” Harry lightly tugs the bottom of my red dress to bring me closer. 

“I wish I could say the same about you,” I giggle softly as I play with his collar. “What’s up with the ruffles?”

“Isn’t this what ye royals wear?” he grins. “I was just practin’ for our future.”

“I like the sound of that,” I slide my arms behind his neck and bite my lower lip.

“Well get used to it, cause I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he leans in gives me a slow passionate kiss. 

Behind us Jay and Gil are making plans to travel Auradon and see some of it’s spectacular sights. “They make really cute friends,” I smile over at the pair.

“It’s more than that love,” my brows furrow in confusion. “Their soulmates, Jay always denied it and because of that no one believed Gil. Thought he was just bein’ stupid.”

“Well I think they’re cute together. Now that Jay got over himself.”

“But not as cute as us,” Harry protests. 

“Never,” I giggle.  

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MELANCHOLY BABY

JUGENEA FAN FICTION

I’m back wth a new Judy & Gene fic. It’s got some major feels. Let me know what you think.

1943

Ciro's, the popular Sunset Boulevard watering hole, was very busy for a Thursday evening as celebrities & Hollywood elite were dressed in their best cocktail attire drinking, laughing and dancing to Tommy Dorsey’s band.

Gene stood up on the stairs chatting with Van and Evie Johnson nursing his Brandy sniffer, “…I’m telling you though, that Lucille is great. She’s really going to go places. I’m glad RKO let LB borrow her for this DuBarry picture we’re doing.”

As Van responded with his own anecdote about Miss Ball, Gene mindlessly looked down at the crowd. His smile faltered when he saw Judy sitting at a table. She was the only one sitting as men surrounded her all in their own conversation. She was looking down and obviously not having a good time.

Judy ran her perfectly manicured nail around the rim of her wine glass trying to stay calm but she felt anxiety rising. She glanced up but then did a double take as she saw Gene walking towards her through the crowd. Neither smiled as he approached. Without a word, he took her hand and kissed it in a comforting gesture.

He went to let go but she squeezed his hand in desperation, “Will you please drive me home?”

Without any questions, Gene did just that. Even in the car ride up to her and Dave’s house, neither spoke a word. It wasn’t awkward at all, as they were used to comfortable silence, but the fact that she looked so sad worried him. Rocks crushed underneath his tires as they slowly pulled into her driveway. The bright headlights of his car illuminated the pitch-black house as he parked, and for a few seconds, they continued the silence until he spoke up.

“Dave not here, I take it?”

“Another war bond tour,” she murmured uninterested and got out.

He watched a little stunned as she walked up to her front door without even saying ‘thank you’ or giving him a kiss on the cheek. This was not like her at all. He wondered if she was expecting him to follow her. But even then, she always invited him in. Gene went with his gut instinct and turned off the ignition.

Judy turned on the lamp in the living room, and tossed her handbag onto the lazy boy chair, before plopping down onto the couch. She leaned her forehead onto her hand as Gene walked up beside her.

Judy whimpered, “I’m just so tired, Gene,” she then started crying exhausted, “I’m so friggin’, tired.”

Gene sat down next to her and immediately took her into his arms. He knew right away that it was more than just physical exhaustion she was talking about.

“What’s going on, baby?”

Judy sighed lifting her head, tears falling down her cheeks, “It’s just everything.” Gene reached inside his breast pocket for his handkerchief and dabbed her tears. “I know we haven’t really talked, but did you hear about Dave and I?”

“That you’ve separated?” She nodded and he continued, “Unfortunately, honey, you can’t stand outside and smoke a cigarette at Metro without someone gossiping.”

“I know when you and I ended our affair, I was going to work on my marriage, but obviously that didn’t pan out.”

“Is that why you’re so upset?”

“Golly, no. I’m relieved. You know how different Dave and I are. And like I told you before, ever since he agreed with my mother to get rid of my pregnancy, it was never the same between us."

Gene nodded knowing how hard that was for her and how disgusted he had been by it when she had first told him.

"I was pressured by the studio and my family to work on our marriage. I never really wanted to."

“You didn’t tell me that. I thought you genuinely wanted to try to work things out.”

“Well, I did at first, to get everyone off my back.”

“So, what’s going on then, if you’re so relieved.”

“Because ever since we separated, he fired all the staff. The house is empty, every single night. No one is here. It’s lonely. At least when he was away before, I had you or a staff member to keep me company.”

“You still have me, Judes.”

“You know what I mean,” she said as if he were being blasé. “Things are the way they used to be. We used to be together all the time. I didn’t have time to be lonely…alone…with my thoughts.”

Gene took his arms from around her and clasped his hands together between his legs looking down and she went on, “At the studio, Mr. Mayer criticized me for initiating the divorce. He said that my image for the studio will be ruined by it. Can you believe that? They said the same thing to me when I wanted to be with Artie Shaw. I have an image to contain. When I told them I was getting married, it would ruin my image. They forced me to get rid of my baby because it would ruin my image," she ended with an angry, frustrated yell, "I'M SICK OF BEING SOMEONE'S IMAGE. I'M NEVER FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH!"

“You are.”

“No, I’m not,” she spat, “I may be to you because you see me as a person, as a real friend. To everyone else, even my own mother, I’m one of the MGM Queens. Queens have to perfect. Aside from that, because it was my decision to separate, Dave said he’s not going to make it easy. He said get ready for war when he returns."

"He threatened you like that?" Gene got angry, "Fucking bastard."

"I’m not scared of him, believe me, I have allies on my side like Uncle Roger, but I’m sick of everyone talking about me every god damn day and this will fuel that fire even more.”

“Fuck em’,” Gene said and rubbed her back.

“And at work, this Lili Mars picture is also exhausting right now. They’ve changed this extravagant dance routine a dozen times. At least I have Pasternak there to help me or I don’t know what I’d do. Everyone and everything is on my ass right now. I just want it all to be over with – this picture, my divorce, the gossip, Mr. Mayer, my mother…everything.”

She started crying again, this time harder, and Gene laid her down on the couch with no resistance.

“Gene,” she pleaded.

“Lay down here, sweet heart. That’s a good girl,” he covered her with the afghan on the back of the couch and sat down next to her, gently running his hand over her head as she wept.

The Los Angeles morning sunshine was bright as Gene stood by the living room window drinking a cup of coffee still in his previous night’s attire, now disheveled.

“Gene,” he heard Judy’s soft voice ask as she stirred awake still on the couch also in her cocktail dress.

“Yes, honey,” he said turning to walk back to her.

“What time is it?”

“After 8.”

“Oh my God,” she said frantically sitting up.

“Don’t worry about it. We don’t have to be to the studio until 11:30.”

“What do you mean?”

“I called off this morning and I talked to Roger. He took care of it on your end.”

“Really,” she asked still full of emotion.

“Really.”

She thought about it a moment but then stood up, “But...”

“Judy, it’s ok. You deserve a morning off. Don’t worry about it. Roger is taking care of it.” When he saw her trepidation, he took her hand in his, “Trust us.”

She looked at him like her life depended on it, “You’re the only two I do trust.”

He smiled and swept some hair out of her face that was now in disarray from her clip, “Good."

“You stayed here all night?”

“Right in that chair. We both slept hard."

“I really needed that.”

“I’m right there with ya, doll.”

“What will Betsy think?”

“That I drank too much, slept it off at Johnson’s and went to work.” Judy smiled sheepishly as she tucked some hair behind her ear and he continued smiling back, “I’ve actually done that before. She won’t ask questions. Now, why don’t you get showered and dressed. We can take advantage of this beautiful morning and get some breakfast before heading to the studio?”

Judy smiled and reached up kissing his cheek, “Thank you.”

“I’m always going to take care of you, I want you to know that.”

She looked up at him with those big, alluring eyes, “I do.”

Her voice, and that expression, melted his heart and he felt himself start to get choked up, “I'm going to, ah, get another cup of coffee. Do you mind if I use the guest shower and get cleaned up as well?”

It obviously wasn’t the first time he had been in her house.

“What’s mine is yours,” she casually responded walking past him and started up the stairs, but she stopped as he started to pass underneath, “You can always join me, too,” He stopped and looked up at her with no expression. She continued in a nonchalant, playful voice, “You know, to save hot water.”

Hearing the tease in her voice made Gene relax and he chuckled and continued on his way.

Bing Crosby’s ‘Melancholy Baby’ played over the radio as Gene’s car drove into Culver City. The passenger window was fully down as Judy rest her chin on her criss-crossed arms as she leaned on the door. The breeze blew through her washed, strawberry blonde hair as she watched the palm trees go by one by one. She felt completely different than last night. After sleeping an entire night and having the morning off, she felt more fully rested than she had in a long time.

Gene looked over at her and his lips curved into a little smile when he heard her humming the song, her head practically out the window.

“You should record this someday.”

“Maybe…someday,” she replied before sitting back straight up in the seat.

“Well, see to it that you do. It’s a great tune and with your voice, it would be lovely.”

“And Bing’s voice, not lovely, ay,” she asked with a giggle. He knew she knew Bing well so any wrong answer could get him in trouble.

“Different kind of lovely. Your take on a song always has a zing.”

“I’m a zing,” she flirtatiously quipped, clearly amused.

Gene glanced at her and her body with an appreciative look and cleared his throat, “Oh you’re a zing, alright. I don’t think I have to tell you that. But as nice a guy Crosby is, for me, it’s ‘Zing, went the strings of my heart’ not ‘Bing, went the strings of my heart’ alright?”

Judy laughed that delicious laugh of hers and Gene chuckled, smiling wide. She scooted next to him and he put his hand around her shoulder.

“Thank you for last night: for letting my vent and for staying with me. I think I slept so good because you were there. And for arranging this morning.”

“You’re welcome. Are you going to be okay?”

“Yep.”

“Sure?”

“I just have on set promotional photography today. When I called Roger before we left the house, he said that Joe actually called in sick so they were going to cancel the musical number for today.”

“Oh, good,” Gene replied happily for her sake, “It all worked out. It must be publicity day.”

“Why’s that?”

“We have photography today as well. Though, after that breakfast, I don’t know how I’m gonna squeeze into those French, 17th Century pants,” Judy giggled and he laughed, “They’re tighter than a fucking sausage casing, which is probably what my dick looks like when I got em on.”

Judy laughed hysterically, “You should be proud to show off.”

“Not on a giant movie projector!” he laughed back making her laugh even more.

Soon, their called pulled up to the west Metro gate, and Judy scooted away from Gene as they rolled up to the guard. Gene smiled and nodded as a hello towards the familiar face. Judy leaned forward and waved. Going in, Gene pulled into a parking lot behind a line of star trailers, including hers and his, only three doors down from each other as the Presenting Lily Mars & DuBarry was a Lady soundstages were next to one another.

“Ready to get all glammed up,” he asked opening the door for her.

“Ready to get wrapped like a sausage,” she teased back and got out.

Together they walked towards the trailers.

“I’d rather put on that pink Princess dress you’ve been wearing.”

“It’s not as much different than those pants, I’m sure. They practically have to sew me into that dress. It’s flowly on the bottom, but nothings moving on the top. At least you get a sword.”

“Well, there is that,” he said as they approached her trailer.

“Promise me, whoever finishes first, or gets a break, we visit the other. I don’t want our day to end yet.”

“You got yourself a deal. It’ll make something to look forward to, at least.”

She smiled and they mutually kissed goodbye before heading to their separate trailers.

Later that day, Gene was changed into street clothes, sitting on the couch in his trailer looking over a script, when his door slightly opened. Judy, also now changed out of her costume, poked her head in and giggled like a very amused school girl. Gene snickered and tossed his script down on the coffee table in front of him, “Well, that was fun.” Both on breaks from their publicity work on their respective films, the two had kept their promise met up outside the sound stages. One of the studio photographers walking by took the opportunity to start photographing the For Me and My Gal alum along with some others. There was a lot of chit chat, hugs and laughs. When a crowd started to form, the photographer asked Judy and Gene to go inside the empty sound stage next door to get more stills. He had them pose for a few staged photos but it was Gene’s idea to grab her and start dancing. Judy told him to twirl her like a Princess. There was no denying the playful spark between them.

Judy plopped down next to Gene positively giddy.

“It was fun,” she agreed, “And even though I had the morning off, I actually had a good day at work today. It’s been refreshing”

“Maybe it was the sleep you got. A good night’s sleep does wonder for your mental health.”

“Maybe it was because I was with you,” she softly corrected.

There was a bit of innocent seduction in her voice as she leaned her head back against his arm that was on the back of the couch. Gene looked down at her lovely face with a serious expression, only matching the reflection in her eyes.

“Why didn’t you come join me in the shower this morning,” she asked, very earnestly, and very quietly as if someone was in the same room with them.

“I thought you were just being playful,” he said looking down at her full lips.

“I was…but I miss you. Don’t you miss me?”

“I’ve never stopped missing you, honey, but that’s not the issue. It’s…”

Judy interrupted him, “Can we make another picture together?”

“Unfortunately, that’s not up to me, you know that.”

“But, you’re getting on so well with Uncle Arthur and Mr. Mayer right now. Maybe you can suggest it.”

“I’d love to work with you again,” he said sincerely.

Gene was well aware she wanted to work with him again so they could be close again. He, on the other hand, at this very moment, was already feeling closer as the warmth of her body pulled him in like a magnet. They both stared at each others mouths until their lips were inching closer. When his lips just barely scanned over hers, he pulled back to stop it, but Judy placed her hand on the back of his head and brought his mouth down to hers.

Gene didn’t know how many minutes they laid there making out, but it felt heavenly and oh so familiar. Soon, the heat picked up, and he felt her arms pulling him down onto her body as her back slid down onto the cushions. His breathing started to get heavy as he nestled between her legs and he instinctively moved his hand to cup her breast as their tongues fenced. When her whimper vibrated in his mouth, he felt his cock twitch, and he gave in. Gene pushed his body against hers and groaned as he started kissing her neck. Judy whimpered again before her hands went down to undo his buckle.

Feeling her hands push against his arousal brought Gene back into reality, and he grabbed them, “No.”

Breathing heavy, and confused, she stared at him a little taken back, “What?”

Gene looked at her as if to continue or not, but he made the decision quick and shook his head no, “No,” before he got up off of her.

“What do you mean,” she practically cried as she sat up.

“I mean, no,” he said sternly as he did his buckle back up.

“You never said that to me before.”

“Well I’m saying it now,” his tone was angry and he turned his back to her.

Judy got up, and remaining calm, turning him around to face her, “Why?”

“I just…I can’t…I won’t,” he looked back into her eyes and saw anger start to spew on her face.

“Are you not attracted to me anymore,” she asked placing her hands on her hips. Gene looked at her with such a ridiculous face that she was being the blase’ one now. “Then why won’t you?”

“I just don’t think us doing this again is a good idea, okay,” he said getting frustrated.

Judy’s eyes turned dark and wicked as she raised an eyebrow. It was so intense, he turned his back to her again. Not two seconds later, his trailer door slammed so hard one of his pictures fell off the wall.

The weekend had gone by fast as Gene stood on the studio lot Monday morning. He was happy that all he had to do was some voice over with Lucille from last weeks shoot. In casual clothes, he searched his pockets and realized he forgot his cigarette in his car.

“Shit,” he mumbled but caught Mickey Rooney walking by, “Oh, hey Mick, you have a cigarette?”

Mickey, all chipper, walked on over, “Ya, here you go, buddy.”

“Thanks, Bud,” Gene said taking one and Mickey lit it for him, “How you doin?”

“Good. Hows that new film doing? Red told me a little about it.”

“It’s going swell. It’s fun. Are you working on anything at the moment?”

“Doing pre-production for Girl, Crazy. We start shooting when Judy’s done filming her current picture which should be in a few weeks.”

“Speaking of Judy, how’s she doing,” Gene asked pretending like he didn’t know. He hadn’t seen her since last week, in his trailer, but knew she went out with Mickey and the gang every weekend. He knew because he used to as well when the two of the were doing My Gal.

“She’s been overworked, you know. If she’s not filming that Lili Mars then she’s recording or rehearsing with me for our next picture. That’s usually all of us though, right? I’m surprised they don’t have me doing two things at the moment. But at least she really loves the picture she’s filming right now, she just needs a break she said. I saw her on Saturday night at Ciro’s. She’s also been stressed with everyone nagging her and such but she had fun at the club.”

“Everyone needs to just shut their damn mouths about her personal life.”

“I agree, but in this town, buddy, that ain’t gonna happen. Oh, speaking of, here’s Dorothy now.”

Mickey nodded behind him and Gene turned around. He watched as Judy walked by across the way, with her assistant, and was all done up in hair and makeup and in her ‘When I Look at You’ dress. When she looked over and caught eyes with him, he exhaled his smoke slowly. She gave them both a funny look, realizing they were staring, but kept on walking.

“Between you and me, since we’re both her best friend, she had a little too much fun at the club.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know how she is. When she wants something, she goes for it.”

“Like someone else she knows,” Gene teased at him.

“Precisely. But I’m a bad influence. Personally, I think she needs to maybe be single for a while now that she’s separated from the asshole.”

“I agree,” Gene said watched as Judy disappeared into the sound stage, “Who she after to now,” he asked pretending like he wasn’t at all interested.

“You ready for this one…Johnny Mercer,” Gene looked at Mickey dumbfounded and Mickey nodded, “I know. She broke off their affair cause he was a mean drunk and she didn’t love him. Now, she’s all over the guy and even left the club with him. Figure that one out.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Gene said feeling anger and jealousy rise in the pit of his stomach.

Mickey shrugged, “I mean, he’s a nice fella when sober and one of the best lyricists out there, but considering their past history, you’d think she could do better. I get sometimes you just need to get laid, but I never go back for sloppy seconds.”

Gene sighed getting a little irritated thinking about it.

“I’m sorry, Gene, I don’t mean to be like the people gossiping around her, I was just confiding in someone who I know, knows her like I do.”

“No, no, I understand. I just wish she’d realize sometimes she’s better than all that. The girl just doesn’t know how to be alone.”

“Doesn’t want to be alone,” Mickey corrected.

“Yeah. Listen, I’ll catch you later. Thanks for the smoke.”

“You got it. See ya later.”

The Presenting Lily Mars sound stage was busy as cast, crew and stagehands buzzed around the set which was made up into a large, elegant restaurant. Gene was looking around for when Van Heflin, Judy’s co-star and an old New York peer of Gene’s, walked up.

“Hey, hey, Gene. How are you doing, pal?”

“Hey Van,” Gene said just as cheerfully and the two shook hands.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, wanted to catch Judy and talk to her before she got busy filming.”

“You have time. She’s in her dressing room over there I think.”

“Thanks. We’ll catch up soon, ya?”

“You got it.”

Gene walked over to the dressing rooms and knocked on the door that had the familiar Judy Garland in cursive monogram on it.

“Come in,” he heard her muffled voice say.

He opened the door, turning around to make sure no one was following him, before shutting the door behind him.

“Well, you and Mickey looked awfully cozy out there,” she simply said, not at all fazed by his sudden presence, as she traced her lips with a light pink color in the vanity mirror.

“Did you sleep with him,” he asked leaning back against the door with his hands in his pockets.

Judy giggled trying not to mess up her line as she continued to trace, “Uh, no, he’s got Ava for that, believe me.”

“Johnny Mercer.”

Judy snapped the top back on the lipstick pen before looking back up at him through the reflection. For a moment he swore he saw a tinge of guilt. She turned around in her chair upset, “I thought locker room talk was supposed to stay in the locker room. That’s what you two were were doing out there, huh?” Judy got up and head for the door, “Gossiping about me. You’re both like all the rest of them. Thank you very much.”

Gene continued to block her way, “We are not like the rest, and you know it.”

“Well you both sure as hell weren’t acting like it out there talking about me and staring like I was some amusement attraction as I walked by.”

She reached around for the knob but he continued to block her, “We are just concerned as your friend, that’s all.”

“And why is my love life any of your concern?”

“Love life?”

Judy sighed and gave up fighting for the door, “You know what I mean.”

“How about some clarification.”

“What did Mickey tell you anyways?”

“Enough. But why him, Judy? You broke it off with him ‘cause he got mean and you didn’t love him.”

“I do love him as a friend. I wanted to have fun and we had fun.”

“Why him,” Gene repeated.

“Because he wanted me back,” she hissed as their chests were now touching.

Gene ignored her comment that was a slap to his face and asked again, “Did you sleep with him?”

“Did you sleep with him? Why him? Jesus, Gene, you’re sounding like a broken record,” she said walking away from him.

“I’m asking as a friend.”

“And that’s all I’ll ever be now, isn’t it?”

“You’re not answering my questions.”

“You made yourself perfectly clear of how you feel about us so why do you deserve to ask me any questions?”

“Because I care.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” she softly mumbled her back to him.

“What did you say,” he said taking a step from the door as if he hadn’t heard her right.

“Nothing,” she said ringing her hands nervous.

He started to see red, “If you said what I think you did, then I am going to leave here and never come back.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she said genuinely, as she turned back around, “It just came out. I know you care and you do show it. You show it all the time, ever since we first met. You showed it to me last Thursday when you took care of me. I know,” she saw his face calm and she grabbed his hands in hers, “I know.”

“Please don’t ever say that again, Judy. That really hurts.”

“Well you denying me, really hurts,” she said his hands dropping from hers.

“Is that why you jumped all over Mercer, because I denied you?”

“I didn’t jump all over him. And no, we didn’t sleep together,” off Gene’s look, “We did other stuff, and something I’m not proud of, but I didn’t let him go that far.”

“Why not,” he asked curious.

“Because he’s not you,” Gene looked down and her voice faltered, “I want you. Why don’t you want me anymore?”

“Judy, I still want you more than you ever know. I want you so bad, I can’t even see straight. You’re one of the best things that ever happened to me, not just physically, but emotionally, professionally, all of it. I’ve told you that before.”

“I know. Then why won’t you be with me again?”

Gene looked up at her and exhaled through his nostrils before responding. His voice was raised and it actually startled her, “Do you know how hard it was for me to get over you?! I still haven’t gotten over you! When we mutually decided to end our affair, I knew it’d be hard, but I didn’t expect you to consume me. I tried to work on my marriage, be a new Daddy, and go on with my life. And seeing you try to work out your marriage made it easier for me to accept our decision to stop. But now you tell me you never really wanted to work on your marriage and you’re coming back to me like nothing ever stopped between us…like you didn’t have sleepless nights thinking about me like I did thinking about you. And you’re out doing God knows what with someone else like you weren’t just trying to fuck me the day before.”

“Because…” she wept.

He cut her off pointing to his chest, “No, it’s my turn to talk now.” She caught her breath and blinked a few times before he continued, “I denied you because it hurts too much. It isn’t just sex between us, we both know that, even as much as we were to pretend. I’m too invested in you. If we were to make love again, we’re going to get reeled back in. And I don’t know if it was hard for you when we split, but it was a knife to my fucking heart, even though I agreed to it. When we have to split again, I don’t think I can do it again. That’s why I said I won’t.”

Judy had tears in her eyes as she took his hand and walked him over to the small couch, “Darling, come here.” They sat down and she took his face in her hands, “I never got over you. I only agreed to end us because you wanted to and because they were pressuring me to work on my marriage. I told you that. It’s still hard for me not being with you, with my best friend, my lover, my equal. I don’t just want sex with you. I want you like before. When you denied me, it was like you were denying everything between us. Do you know how much that hurt me? So, I went out with an old lover to try to forget about you for a little while. It didn’t work. That’s why I didn’t go all the way. I didn’t want to. And why are you saying ‘when we have to split again.’ Why can’t it be ‘If’? Why can’t we just go day by day and just enjoy each other again? I’m single and I know you’re still unhappy with Betsy…”

“I am,” he interjected.

“So be happy with me,” she begged as a tear escaped her eye.

He chuckled and wiped that tear away, “Judy, you make me happy…you piss me off…but you make me happy.”

Judy laughed and embraced him in a hug. He held her tight as the laughter faded and buried his face in her neck smelling her perfume, “You smell good.”

“I taste good, too,” she whispered playfully.

He leaned back with a grin and she smiled, her nose crinkling, “I don’t remember,” he joked.

“Oh, you don’t remember?”

He leaned forward to kiss her but she stopped him, “Uh-uh. I just did my lips and I have to go out there soon.”

Without hesitation, Gene tilted her chin up and laid some slow and very delicious kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back when there was a knock on the door.

“Your needed on set in two minutes, Miss Garland.”

“Thank you,” she called out to the assistant director, “Do you have to leave?”

“Not yet.”

“Come watch me sing,” she asked as she stood up smoothing her costume dress.

“Always. What are you filming?”

“A scene called ‘When I Look at You’. Lily is taken out by John, her director. She’s only an extra in his play but of course they get on better than he does with the main star. She’s brought on stage to sing a song, and she sings the main song in the play as it’s the only one she knows by heart. And John is completely entranced by her. He likes Lily.”

“I like Lily, too,” Gene teased trying to peek under her long skirt as she fluffed it.

She giggled and swatted his hand away, “It’s a very pretty song. You’ll enjoy it.”

“With you singing it, I’ll enjoy it anyway,” he said opening the door leading her out.

And then, he watched her sing the love song and knew she was singing to him.

NMP

[msjr0119]

We Belong

Part 5

We Belong part 5

Evangeline Bruley returns to Cordonia to take over her families Duchy. She was betrothed to the now King, however he is engaged to Duchess Riley but still has lingering feelings towards his first love. What will happen during her time back in Cordonia?

Warnings: Swearing, abuse, murder, smut.

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*****

“Sir? Are you okay? I can discuss this with you in the morning if the timing is better then.” Liam could swear that his heart was about to leap out of his chest- his mind knowing he needed to remain stoic, but his body wouldn’t agree. Unable to control the shaking, he reached out for another scotch.

“Liam. Breathe.” Bastien had never seen the king like this, to say everything Liam had been through during his social season he always remained calm providing fake smiles even though he was hurting deep down. Placing a comforting hand on his monarchs shoulder, Bastien began wondering what was going on in Liam’s mind.

“Sorry Bast. Erm. Yes can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Olivia is going to stab me if I’m not back soon, I’m in the doghouse. “One quick question before I leave, do you think Evangeline could used a weapon for self defence?”

“No.” Liam responded confidently. “She would have used her self defence techniques that Olivia’s parents taught her, taught the majority of us actually. Her fighting back didn’t kill Tariq and Neville.”

“Sir, how do you know that those are the deceased? I never mentioned the names...” Bastiens eyes immediately focused towards the king’s hands. “Who’s blood is that?”

“Obviously Evie’s... I helped her up to her room.”

“We have arrested two men, the other men that were present at the time. Liam, I need you to tell me the truth. Or I can’t help you.” Liam rubbed his hand over his mouth, now knowing that he had major thinking to do.

*****

Evie was awoken the next morning by an excruciating sudden pain, as well as the bright sun sneaking through the gaps of the blinds. Feeling stiff due to being in an upright position, every slight movement was jerky- feeling her cheek and now cracked yet still swollen lip- she had hoped that the previous nights events were just a nightmare, but they weren’t- this was real. Moving her hand down towards her ribs- she felt his hand holding them lovingly, now realising why there was a slight weight on her chest. Slowly turning her head towards him- he was catching flies, he looked exhausted.

“Drake?” She whispered, with no response- she elbowed him, again there was no signs of him awakening from his slumber.

“DRAKE! SOMEONE’S STOLEN YOUR WHISKEY.”

“What?” Laughing at his confusion and shocked face, she grimaced as sharp pain shot through her body.

“You’re lying Evie, besides there’s plenty of whiskey around if someone has stolen my stash.” He said quietly, trying to force his eyes to remain shut- trying to prove that whiskey wasn’t all that mattered in his life.

“Hmm, maybe....” Slowly sitting up, he rubbed his eyes. Gaining some energy he stood up to put his trousers on, hoping that she wouldn’t see his morning glory- Evie’s eyes widened.

“Two things I need to ask you Drake... one how are your clothes here? You arrived just wearing your underwear. Two, why is your hand covered in dried blood?” Fuck.

“One, you fell asleep and I went back to my room- but I couldn’t sleep, so I came back to make sure that you was okay. Which you wasn’t. Two, the blood is my blood. I... when I came back, you was in pain- crying in your sleep. I held you and comforted you. But I still couldn’t sleep, I just kept thinking about what they’ve done you. I’m so angry at you, but so proud that you protected someone else. I punched the wall to calm down... it was a stupid thing to do, I know.”

“I’m sorry for being a burden.” Not quite believing his story, she didn’t have the energy to argue.

“I never said that, but I do agree with Maxwell you should get it checked out sooner rather than later.”

“I’m not going to hospital Drake, I’m not poorly- people get beaten up all the time. Somebody else could need a bed more than me, I promise if the pain gets any worse- both you and Maxwell can escort me there, even if you both have to drag me okay?”

“Say it again so I can record it for evidence...” Winking at her, she shook her head.

“You have my word Drake. I promise.”

“Good. Do you want anything? Painkillers? A drink? Some breakfast?”

“Could you get me some ice? And a tea towel?” Nodding, he knew exactly what it was for. Returning shortly later, he dabbed it on her lip and cheek gently. Placing her hand over his- he paused seeing to her injuries. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve got nothing better to do, so let me look after you.”

“Do you know what you could do to look after me?”

“What?”

“Put the ice down, and kiss me.” Without questioning it, he gently placed his lips on to hers- as much as he would love to passionately kiss her- he didn’t want to hurt her. Evie felt mischievous, deciding to remove the ice from the towel- and place it somewhere sensitive, and down below.

“That was uncalled for! Shit that’s cold.”

“Just like the pancake batter was. Aw what’s up Drake? Is little Walker all shrivelled up?”

“Little?”

“Am I bruising your ego a bit?”

“You know if it was little, it wouldn’t make you moan the way you did....”

“It’s not the size that matters, it’s how you use it... and you Drake Walker know how to use it well.”

“Thank you, I’ll have to show you again how well I can use it. So you need to get better soon Duchess Evie.”

“I intend to. Could you escort me home soon? I could do with some company...”

“Of course your grace. I’ll explain to Liam that I’m dropping you off home before returning to the palace.”

“Drake, I didn’t mean for you to just drop me off. I’m going to get lonely living in that big Duchy on my own...”

****

A week after the festival at Valtoria, Liam was completing his paperwork. Hearing a knock at the door, he was hoping it was Drake- the only person who he could confide in.

“Li? What’s up?”

“How’s Evie?”

“Erm, she’s fine as she keeps insisting... she’s refusing any help. But I’m just ignoring her.”

“How are her injuries?”

“She’s a fighter, she’s covering her cheek up with make up every day, her lips still slightly swollen but it’s gradually going down. The doctor said her ribs will be healed in a few weeks. I could have killed her yesterday- she was riding.” Liam shook his head whilst laughing, he knew that Evie enjoyed riding - they all did it as children, so to hear her want to continue with this hobby didn’t surprise him at all.

“She is a fighter for sure. I’m glad she’s got you.”

“She’s taking full advantage of having me there.” Drake sat down on the chair, assuming Liam would change the subject to the upcoming wedding. Instead his gaze was focused on the tv, unmuting it the two men listening to the new broadcast.

The two bodies found at Valtoria the night of the Lantern festival have been identified as Lord Tariq and Lord Neville Vancouver - close friends of his Majesty King Liam. More news to follow...

Fuck, Liam shouted as he threw the scotch bottle at the wall- the brown liquid now graffitied the wall like some art work.

“Liam, calm down. We did what we had to do. To defend Evie and Riley.”

Not wanting to leave Evie alone, Drake was debating on what to do- she had asked him to stay with her until she was asleep, which she now was. Placing a longing kiss on her forehead, he snuck out of her room. Unable to sleep, he decided to go for a walk in the grounds- sparking up a cigarette, he hoped that no one would see him. He was a social smoker- smoking when the occasion called for it. Hearing shouting in the distant, he followed the familiar voices.

“I warned you that you wasn’t invited to any more noble events. Do you not understand what that means? Now Evie is hurt, my Queen your future Queen could have been hurt too.”

“Have you not seen the injuries that we also have due to Evangeline?”

“You are lucky that’s all she did to you....” Liam snapped viewing the tiniest scratch on Tariqs skin- he was beyond angry, surrounded by four men- he knew if anything was to happen that they would immediately be punished. Bending down, he picked a rock up- just for extra self defence discreetly- pretending to tie his laces.

“Do you know how close I was to sleeping with both your girls? They were both timid, probably scared that you’d berate them for choosing a real man. Someone who wouldn’t force them into this awful lifestyle... Evie damn I was so close, if Olivia didn’t walk in..... Riley, if Drake her hero didn’t walk in...”

“They need real men, not a prince who follows his heart for some American whore and future Duchess who couldn’t care less about her title... you are the downfall of Cordonia Liam with your selfish choices.” Neville interrupted agreeing with his fellow lord. “Gentlemen, I think you can leave now, myself and lord Neville will deal with king Liam.” Watching the two men walk away, Liam eyed the two men now in front of him who were obviously plotting against him.

“Evie has the nice tits, where as Riley has the nicer arse. Imagine having the two of them....” Neville stepped back as he saw Liam lunge towards Tariq, hitting him over the head with the rock- unable to stop punching his old friend- Neville pulled Liam off of Tariq as he saw Tariq pass out and pinned the king to the ground.

“I don’t care about treason, it’s your word against two.”

“LIAM!” Drake attempted to pull Neville off his best friend- but failed, looking at Neville he looked weak and like a toad- but was in fact too strong.

“Oh the mucky commoner has come to your rescue. Do you remember how your father died Drake? He believed he was a hero, protecting the royal family- shame.”

“Don’t talk about my dad like that!” A sudden adrenaline rush hit Drake, forcing the Lord off of Liam. “Have respect for people Neville! Bring my family back into it and I’ll kill you. Between you both you’ve hurt Evie!”

“Aw does Drake have feelings for Evangeline? Do you love her?”

“Yes I fucking do love her, and you’ve hurt her!”

“So?”

“Say that again...” Drakes hand was now on Neville’s neck, the grip tightening at every smirk he provided towards Drake- not caring one bit.

“So? Get your sponger hands off me now. You could have taken this opportunity to fuck the court whore. If we kill Liam you’ve won Drake... you’ve got an option to make, the American whore or the girl who you grew up with that couldn’t give two shits about any of you... you don’t belong here Mr Walker, you should have runaway like mommy and dearest Savannah....” Standing up straighter, and letting go of Neville, Drake knew his words shouldn’t get to him- but it did- before Drake could respond, Neville fell into him with full force knocking the two of them to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up!” Liam shouted before checking the two men’s pulses, knowing they were still alive he needed to leave it before he totally lost his mind. “Pass me a cigarette Drake. And the whiskey that you are hiding.” Helping his best friend to stand, the two of them sat down on the grass together- not knowing how long had passed, they remained in silence drinking from Drakes hip flask and saving each other ‘twos’.

“So it seems that we have always had the same taste in women...” Liam broke the silence. “I’m sorry Liam, like Neville said I don’t belong here. So why would I believe that either of them would return the feelings. I told Evie that I loved her, I didn’t expect it back but I needed to tell her. I didn’t tell Riley straight away, and look how that ended. She made the right choice in the end though. Since Evie returned, I just think that my feelings towards Riley wasn’t as strong as they are towards her.”

“They both are beautiful. If Evie returns your feelings,don’t let her go. Did you tell her you loved her because of our words before?”

“What because you said neither of us would admit it? Possibly. But it was mainly because we could have lost her.”

“Like I said before, if you can make her happy I’m thrilled.... I ....” Before he could continue, both Tariq and Neville began to stir. “Come On Liam, I’m not getting blamed for you catching pneumonia. You need to be with your Queen. These morons are fine. Talk to Bastien tomorrow about putting an injunction on them for future events- especially you’re wedding in a few weeks.”

“Drake! I didn’t think that I’d killed them both. They were both moving when we left them.”

“Whats Bastien said?”

“Bastien, I didn’t think I’d killed them. I knocked Tariq over the head with a rock, and then Neville came at me. Drake eventually pulled him away and I did the same to him after he criticised my best friend, my wife to be and my... my other best friend.”

“Okay, so the men who were with them- they are innocent. Liam, we have to tread carefully- people will be asking questions if you were both seen. I know you were only defending the women you both love, but Evangeline did enough damage just to defend herself. I don’t know what you are going to do Liam.”

“Liam, don’t worry. We have each other for alibis as well as the guards on your side. No one will ever find out. I hate lying to Evie, and I assume you hate lying to Riley.”

*****

Drake arrived back at Evie’s duchy- smelling the aroma surrounding the kitchen he was shocked that it didn’t smell of burnt food or that the fire alarm wasn’t ringing. Pausing in the doorway, he saw her in a crop top and skimpy shorts placing the food on the table- admiring the view in front of him, he didn’t want to make his presence known straight away.

“What’s all this?”

“Well, you’ve looked after me the last week- I thought I’d do something for you. American food for my favourite American.”

“Half American.”

“Shut up and sit down Walker, I’ll be back in a minute- help yourself.” Drake decided hesitantly to eat the food that she had prepared, much to his surprise it was better than he expected.

“What do you think Mr Walker?”

“Evie, this is amazing. Have you ordered it from a restaurant though and are trying to pass it off as your own? I’m joking... it’s great.”

“I didn’t mean the food...” Placing the fork and knife down, he turned around to see her stood in only a matching pair of lacy underwear. Gulping hard, he wondered why she was teasing him in such a way.

“You look... Wow. You look sexy as fuck..”

“Drake, I want you. I know my own body, and if it hurts i promise to stop. You’ve been so good to me, I can’t resist you anymore.”

“Evie, as much as I’d love to- I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.” Feeling rejected, she felt like a fool. Seeing her face turn into disappointment, he was undecided about what to do. “Where do you want me your grace?”

“I want you inside me, I want you to make love to me...” Drake lifted her up onto the table, removing her pants -his fingers brushed against her already wet folds. Carrying her over to the sofa, he lay her down gently before hovering over- knowing how impatient she could get, he needed to figure out how to do this without injuring her more.

“Drake just fuck me, please.” Standing up he immediately unbuttoned his jeans, she watched him like a hawk, watching his every movement. Discarding his jeans and boxers on the floor, he thrust against her in a teasing manner as he joined her on the sofa.

“I thought you asked to make love to you, not fuck you?” Quirking an eyebrow up at her, he noticed her eyes roll back. “Drake, just do something please. You’ve been teasing me for a week. Waking up with your cock pressed against me. I can’t take it any...” Forcing his cock inside her, he hoped that he didn’t hurt her. “Holy shit... why wouldn’t you warn me?”

“Because you wouldn’t shut up. This way it shut you up for all of two seconds. Now let little Walker work his magic.” Evie smirked, before pulling him closer towards her as she wrapped her arms around his neck- Drake making sure that there was a small distance between the two of them and that he wasn’t pressing on to her chest. Thrusting in and out of her slowly yet deep- she closed her eyes, moans escaping from her lips. Slowly yet gradually he picked up his pace, hearing her moan his name on repeat he couldn’t help himself but pound her harder. “I love you.” Fluttering her eyes open as she said those three words, he passionately kissed her- their tongues battling against each other. Breaking the kiss, he paused his movements- focusing his gaze onto her. “I love you too.” Resuming his movements, he eventually spilled his seed inside her- removing himself, he helped her sit up slowly. After catching their breath, he stood up- holding his hand out to her. Cradling her in his embrace, they remained there for a few moments- both content in each other’s company. Guiding her back into the kitchen, he could see that she was in pain. “I’ll get you some ice, I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“Don’t be, it was worth it. Thank you.” Checking her phone she noticed a text from an unknown number. Intrigued as to what it was, she just assumed it was a spam text.

Do you know what your lover and the king did the night of the Valtoria lantern festival? They are both lying to you and Riley. Let’s hope you don’t become pregnant, like poor Riley- you can still escape. From an old friend x

[malecacidd]

They Were Just Kids (Until They Weren't Anymore)

Summary:

She doesn't blame them. Or, she tries not to. She knows that it's not their fault, she knows that they were just kids. Just little kids. She knows that they all had just wanted to make their father proud back then, even her. She knows that if she asked any of them they would all deny it. Knows that if she was asked she would deny it.

Pairing/Characters: Vanya Hargreeves & Everyone, Vanya Hargreeves

Word Count: 1.6k

Square Filled: Uniform

Warnings: Descriptive feelings of drowning, Suicidal thoughts

A/N: I wrote this fic and posted it on ao3,,,,, a long time ago KDKZKDKZKDKD but!! I'm finally getting around to posting it on Tumblr kdkdkdkdk and I hope you liked it 🥺🥺 (It's also the first tua fic I ever wrote??????? It feels like forever ago jdjzjdmdm) for @tuacreatorsbingo!!

Ao3

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The uniforms were probably the worst thing, Vanya thinks.

The disconnect from her family had always been bad, of course. From before she could remember her father had taken her away, kept her away from her siblings. Not that they had much to say about it anyways, completely content with each other. Completely content with leaving her behind.

She doesn't blame them. Or, she tries not to. She knows that it's not their fault, she knows that they were just kids. Just little kids. She knows that they all had just wanted to make their father proud back then, even her. She knows that if she asked any of them they would all deny it. Knows that if she was asked she would deny it.

Not that it mattered, though. She hadn't seen them in years. Besides seeing Klaus in the occasional alleyway, or Allison on her TV screen, she hadn't really seen her siblings in so long.

Too long.

She found that she missed them, but cursed herself for that thought immediately. What was there to miss? Absolutely nothing. The only two siblings who gave her any amount of attention were gone, had been gone for years. The rest never cared, never would care.

Her heart ached with how much she missed them. She missed Ben, she missed Five, she missed Allison and Luther and Klaus and Diego and-

She missed them. She shouldn't, but she does.

She clenches her fists from her spot on the couch, and feels the skin on her wrist pull from the motion. She looks down to see the empty spot of skin. The empty spot of skin that should've been covered with dimming ink, ink that never would have gotten redone, ink that hadn't been redone on any of her siblings, save for Luther. She clenched her fist in rhythm with the clenching of her heart, the thoughts in her head drowning the noise of the surrounding apartments.

The tattoos. The training. The missions. She knows now that it was awful, all of it. She doesn't wish that she had been covered in blood coming back from every mission as Ben had, she doesn't wish that she had been almost drowned by her own father like Diego. She really doesn't.

It still hurts, though. It always has, even though her frame of mind around the whole ordeal has changed. She feels like she's drowning in it, the loneliness.

That's the thing that's never changed, the loneliness. It's the one thing she thought would change. But it didn't, and she was stuck, doomed by her father, by her upbringing, to forever be cut off from people. To never have made any connections, to never have friends, to never have a family.

The drowning feeling never stops, especially in moments like these. Moments where she thinks back on the past, moments when she thinks about her horrid present, almost wishing she could go back. Almost.

Drowning wasn't fun. She learned this at age eight, hearing Diego cry to their mom across the hall from her room, could almost see the way she patted his head comfortingly, listening intently as he sobbed and gasped for breath, almost as if he had just been released from the dark tank of water, even though he had left individual training an hour ago.

The feeling of drowning isn't fun. Vanya learns at age twenty seven, sitting there gasping for breath as her thoughts consumed her. Clawing at her own chest as if she could rip the pain right out of her own heart. As if it wasn't there to stay.

If thinking about the tattoos and training hurt, thinking back to the missions left Vanya feeling worse than ever, feeling as though she were twenty feet deep into the dark tank in which Reginald kept Diego for training.

Training. The worst thing about training was the way that she didn't have it. She knew now that it was a horrible, horrible thing, but back then she was consumed with bitter feelings on the matter.

And how could she not be? The idea of being focused on by her father and the possibility of making him proud had seemed so appealing, when at most she got were few spoken words, his eyes only ever on the papers in front of him. Training sounded pretty good, to the child who only wanted to impress her father.

Though thinking about training pained her, she knew that the missions were worse. During training, at least she wasn't alone. At least five out of the six of her siblings were there. Until Five was gone. And then Ben, and then her, making an escape from the big house as soon as she could.

The missions were one of the worst things. Being alone in such a large house, with only Mom and Pogo who were almost always up to something else had been such a harsh thing. The tattoos, or lack thereof, was bad. The lack of training hurt. But the missions, the missions were awful.

The house being silent was something that Vanya would never forget. How could she? The way the floors creaked loudly under her feet, the way the sound of her violin sounded eerie when it was the only sound. The way she didn't know who would come back. The way that one time, someone didn't.

The uniforms.

She clenched her fists even tighter at the thought, her nails slicing into the palms of her hands going unnoticed as her mind traveled beyond her control.

The uniforms hurt. They hurt so much. They hurt when she was younger, yes, but the thought of them now was worse than ever. The thought of them didn't feel like she was drowning, but felt like she was stuck, pounds of dirt over her confined area of space, looking as if it would collapse and crush her at any second.

When they were first given the uniforms, Vanya was surprised. She was so surprised, and so so happy.

Four year old Vanya was so happy to finally have a connection to the family. Was so happy to find that maybe this was the start of more and more connections with her family.

A year after that, her hope dimmed as they started collectively training while she watched, blowing whistles at her fathers call as they raced.

Three years after that, individual training started, and the uniform began to feel like an itch at Vanyas skin. Something there only to remind her that it was out of place, that she was out of place. And the hope was nearly gone.

More years passed, and the tattoos came, and the hope had been completely diminished. Hope wasn't a thing that the Hargreeves had, wasn't a thing that Vanya had.

The thought of the uniforms came fast, as did the assault of memories from the academy did, but this one felt like a jab. A jab at her heart, at her conscience. The uniforms were what connected her with her siblings, but they weren't connected.

The uniforms definitely hurt the most.

It didn't show at the surface, no, but the uniforms are what broke the child her into a bitter person. Bitter at the life that had been chosen for her. Bitter at the life that she was living now, one she was looking forward to so much, but one that didn't change as much as she would have liked.

Maybe her father fucked her up. Maybe she's just fucked up. Maybe this was all meant to be this way, and her life would have some redemption arc.

Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe she would be this lonely forever, cut off from the world, cut off from people.

In this state of loneliness, this stage of mind searching, Vanya almost envied Klaus. Almost envied the way he could bring back ghosts. Almost evied the way he didn't have to be lonely, even if he weren't surrounded by live people. Almost.

She almost envied the way Luther and Diego still had a sense of purpose. Almost envied the way they both felt they had a duty to the world, one that could be fulfilled in different ways, some more legal than others.

She almost envied Ben.

She shook her head, unwilling to go down that hole. Unwilling to open that can of worms. Unwilling unwilling unwilling-

She needed a glass of water.

Standing was a much harder task than it should've been, her hands shaking and breath coming in short gasps doing nothing to help her dry throat and shaky legs as she stumbled to the kitchen.

Grabbing a dirty cup from the sink and filling it with water, Vanya brought the full glass to her lips, drinking it all in only a matter of seconds.

Throwing the glass back in the sink was probably a mistake, she thinks, as she hears the glass shatter. Stumbling to her bedroom, she collapses on top of the covers, a dizzy feeling in hereeling nauseous as she lies there, almost begging the feeling to go away.

When it eventually does, she sighs, wishing that she could have fallen asleep, wishing that she could have been unseeing of the world and her own thoughts for a few hours, but no luck.

Walking into the kitchen, feet much steadier than before, Vanya looks inside the sink to see the shattered glass, groaning at the thought of future-Vanya cleaning the mess up, before going back into the living room, collapsing onto the couch.

Flipping on the TV, Vanya sighed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to drift off, thoughts on her past leaving her mind as she cursed the Umbrella Academy Halloween costume she saw in the store window.