#and he almost like became Elias for a second

[feelingtheaster99]

Wait actually the Fix did just fall out of the window after going to a meeting in his boss’s office

[hubbvrd]

Love letter | Quinn Hughes

summary — in which quinn is in love with y/n the social media worker for the canucks.

pairing — quinn hughes x reader

words — 2955

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You couldn't choose who you fell in love with.

It usually happened so quickly that you hardly noticed and couldn't do anything about it.

It was actually a nice feeling to be in love. You had the feeling that the world suddenly became carefree and you walked around with a good feeling.

You were happy to see the person again and to be near them, while the warmth shot up your cheeks and your stomach tingled.

That's exactly how Quinn felt at the moment. He was in love.

A few weeks ago, he had fallen in love with the young woman y/n, who worked in social media for the Canucks.

In a joint video, in which the young woman had asked him countless questions to create content for the Canucks fans, the two of them had had a lot of fun and occasionally got a little closer to each other, so that the odd physical contact was inevitable.

Since then, Quinn had been thinking about the young woman almost constantly.

His teammates Elias and Brock would often catch him looking over at the young woman during training, who would take photos or videos and then post them on social media channels.

This was the case again today. Practice was in full swing as Quinn gripped his racket tighter and scanned the ice ring for the woman who was turning his head.

It took him a few seconds to spot her. She was standing there with a young man Quinn had only glimpsed so far and seemed to be laughing happily about something.

Every now and then, the stranger would touch her, causing Quinn to unconsciously tighten his grip on his bat and his eyebrows to furrow slightly.

"Hey man, you're staring again." Elias came to stand next to Quinn on the ice, so Quinn saw Elias adjusting his helmet out of the corner of his eye.

Quinn knew he didn't need to give Elias an excuse, because his best friend knew about the young woman and Quinn's feelings.

A few days ago, Elias had caught Quinn staring and then confronted him, but Quinn had folded not long after and told Elias everything.

After all, there were no secrets between the two best friends.

"You should finally ask her out."

Now Elias stood in front of Quinn so that he could no longer look over at the woman who had taken a liking to him.

"Elias, I-I..." Quinn began to give his team colleague another excuse, as he had done the last few times.

But he raised his gloved hand to indicate Quinn should be quiet.

As Elias began to speak, he gave the captain a serious look.

"Quinn, you have a different excuse every time. I can see how smitten you are. But the longer you hesitate, the less chance you have. I hate to say it, but I guess that guy over there is trying to get to her himself."

With a nod, Elias gestured over to the young woman and the red-haired man, who had come a little closer to her and kept grabbing her by the arm.

From a distance, Quinn couldn't interpret the expression on the young woman's face, as she was standing with half her back to him.

"And how am I supposed to do that? Just run over and pull her away from the redhead?"

A nervous expression formed on Quinn's face. The thought of simply walking over to her and approaching her made him start to sweat.

He wasn't good at approaching women, so the thought of talking to the young woman made him want to flee.

"That's actually how you do it, yes. But I have another idea." A grin formed on Elias's face as he stepped a little closer to Quinn and then whispered something in his best friend's ear.

And this idea appealed to Quinn so much that he decided to put it into practice.

"Good morning" a smile came to your lips as you greeted your colleagues and then slipped inside.

"Good morning, y/n! Good to see you." One of your colleagues, Lucy, ran up to you beaming and then pulled you into a tight hug.

Ever since you'd taken the social media job with the Canucks, Lucy and you had become instant friends.

Since then, you've been more or less inseparable. Lucy also worked for the social media team.

She usually took over the press conferences or was there for the post-match interviews, while you took care of the social media channels and shot the occasional content video.

The brunette put her arm around you as you walked side by side through the building to the small office where you had made yourselves comfortable.

The office wasn't very big, so only two desks fitted in opposite each other and two small, cozy armchairs had found their place at the other end of the wall.

Despite their small size, you loved the office more than anything, even if you spent more time on the road than in the office.

"What's on your agenda today?" You checked in with your colleague and best friend as you opened your office door and slipped into the light blue room.

On the wall behind your desk was a huge Canucks logo painted on the wall, while on the other blue-painted walls were some pictures of the team that you had taken yourself.

"I've actually just got some paperwork today and need to make a few phone calls for upcoming interviews, you?" Lucy dropped into her desk chair while you carelessly threw your jacket onto one of the chairs and then walked over to your desk.

Before you could even begin to reply, a white envelope lying on your desk caught his attention.

It wasn't unusual for you to receive mail in the morning, but this letter was different to the mail you usually received.

You could feel that directly. Slowly, you walked over to your desk as you answered Lucy curtly.

You didn't want your colleague to get suspicious.

Your name was written on the letter in curved handwriting. There was no sender or indication of where it might have come from.

This led you to conclude that this was a personal letter.

Your curiosity grew as you began to examine the letter, but made no attempt to open it.

Who wrote you a letter?

You carefully picked up the letter. It was quite light and you could feel a note through the thin envelope.

"Who did you get mail from?" You suddenly heard Lucy's voice, who had more or less caught you in the act.

"Oh, just from a customer, nothing important," you babbled and opened a drawer in your desk to carefully put the letter inside.

Your curiosity wouldn't diminish over the next hour, but you wanted to read the letter in peace and quiet, so you had to wait until Lucy left the office and you could finally be undisturbed.

But you didn't know how agonizingly slow the time would be until then.

Four agonizingly long hours passed before Lucy finally made the effort to leave your shared office to have a conversation.

After the door had slammed shut behind Lucy, you jerked out the letter, which you carefully opened and pulled out the neatly folded paper with your heart beating faster.

With trembling fingers and increasing nervousness, you unfolded the paper before placing it on the desk in front of you and began to read.

Dear y/n,

I keep looking at you, but can't touch you.

You don't know, how much l want to. want to be near you, want you to look my way.

A moment alone with you, would be beautiful. A moment alone with you, would feel eternal.

You skimmed over the words again and again. Your heart kept leaping in your chest as you read them.

You had never received such words before. In the past, you had always found it very cheesy when your friends told you that they had received love letters or wrote them themselves.

But now that you had your first love letter in front of you, it warmed your heart.

It was really sweet to read these words that were addressed directly to you.

You didn't know who this letter was from, but you wished it was a special person.

This one particular player called Quinn Hughes.

The first time you had made a video with him for social media, you had immediately noticed how well you Both got on and you had even gotten a little closer to each other at times.

Since then, you've often thought about the captain and occasionally caught yourself looking over at him and staring at him for a few seconds, lost in thought.

But what if the letter wasn't from Quinn at all, but from Alex? Alex had been very close to you recently and you had caught him looking for physical contact again and again.

Alex was a really nice young man, but you just wasn't attracted to him.

The thought that the letter could be from Alex made your face contort slightly and you put the letter aside.

Your fingers reached for the envelope, which you began to shake and shortly afterwards a small Post it note in the shape of a heart fell out.

You had completely overlooked the post it so far, so you reached for the pink note with a pounding heart and turned it over to reveal the writing.

If you're brave enough to find out who I am, meet me in the parking lot at 7 tonight.

Once again, no signature under the message. There wasn't even a single letter that would have given you any idea who had written you this sweet letter.

Your heart was almost pounding against your chest as you glanced at the bottom of my computer screen to see what time it was.

By now it was 6:30pm and so you still had some time before you would meet the unknown love letter writer.

Nervously, you started to slide around a bit on the black office chair.

You were really curious to find out who was behind the sweet lines.

But even though the message was really sweet, you were afraid that it might just be a joke.

After all, the Canucks boys had the occasional challenge and banter amongst themselves.

But had you really become one of her victims? With the best will in the world you couldn't really imagine that, as everyone was incredibly nice to you and treated you as if you'd been part of the team for ages.

Of course, you never know what makes other people tick and even though you couldn't imagine for the life of you that this letter was just a joke, you decided to be careful.

But despite all this, you wanted to know who was behind the letter and so you decided to go to the place where it was said and find out who it was.

Your heart beat a little faster against your chest with excitement and nervousness.

You hadn't mentioned the letter to Lucy once, so you had to come up with an excuse to more or less get rid of Lucy at the end of the working day an hour ago, as she was desperate to have a drink with you.

The last hour that you had spent alone in your office had gone by rather agonizingly slowly, even though you had already prepared a post or two for the next few days on social media.

But now it was time to find out who had written you the letter.

With every step you took closer to the parking lot, your heart began to beat faster and faster, making you feel like it could jump out of your chest at any second.

You buried your hands, which had become sweaty again, deeper into your jacket pockets, where your right hand played with your bunch of keys.

You were incredibly nervous, so your hand needed something to do and you were a little more distracted.

When you arrived at the parking lot, your eyes wandered nervously back and forth.

In addition to your car, there were four other cars in the parking lot, but you couldn't identify their owners.

Since you didn't know exactly where to wait in the not-so-small parking lot, you positioned yourself a little more centrally in the large parking lot so that the unknown person could easily spot you.

A glance at your cell phone display showed that it was still five minutes until 7 pm.

You used the time to take a few more deep breaths and try to calm yourself down as best you could.

Luckily, it wasn't a dark time of year, so you didn't have to be afraid of the parking lot, which was usually only dimly lit by a few lanterns in winter.

Although the weather was pretty gloomy today and the clouds were increasing, it was bright enough that you had a good view of all the creepy corners and only had to run a few meters to your car if necessary.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings and every time footsteps came closer, you looked hopefully in the direction they were coming from.

But none of them paid any attention to you and shortly afterwards, all but one of the other cars pulled away.

So the last car, which was not too far away from yours, had to be the car of the man who had written you the letter.

A few more minutes passed, during which the nervousness began to creep up inside you again.

And then suddenly the time had come.

From a distance, you could recognize someone. The person was wearing a dark blue hoodie that clearly stood out.

His hood was pulled over his head and his gaze was slightly lowered, so you couldn't tell who it was yet.

On his shoulder was a sports bag, on which you could see the Canucks logo from a distance.

So it was a player, you thought, as the stranger came closer and closer to you and your nervousness grew so much that your heart began to pound in your chest again.

He seemed to be moving in slow motion and took forever to get to you, so you started moving without thinking twice and ran towards him.

When the two of you finally came face to face, the stranger slowly lifted his head and pulled the hood off his head, revealing thick brown hair.

And your heart literally skipped a beat as you struggled not to clasp your hands over your mouth.

Because standing in front of you was none other than Quinn Hughes.

The man you had gotten a little closer to some time ago.

The man you got on well with straight away.

The man who made you laugh.

The man you couldn't stop thinking about.

"Quinn..." His name left your mouth in an almost whisper.

The person opposite you nodded in response, a shy smile on his lips and he began to clutch the handle of his sports bag like a lifeline.

Suddenly he seemed so shy and embarrassed. Very different from your video shoot.

He cleared his throat. "Hello, y/n."

"The...the letter...it's from you?" To be on the safe side, you checked again. There was a little fear in your voice because you wanted the letter to be from him.

"Yes, I wrote the letter."

Embarrassed, Quinn looked at you and ran his free hand through his thick hair, brushing a few strands that had fallen into his eyes out of his face.

"Wow...I mean...those words really touched me" You babbled on, which made Quinn's cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Really?" he asked hopefully. He couldn't seem to believe that you were reacting so positively.

You began to nod eagerly.  "Yes, really!" 

Quinn began to almost beam and seemed to spend some time searching for the right words, which made you slightly nervous.

"I'm not really good at talking, that's why Elias gave me the idea of the letter. I thought you thought this was just a joke and you weren't even going to show up, but I'm really relieved you're here."

Now it was Quinn who was babbling nervously as his left hand moved to the back of his neck, where he began to scratch himself in embarrassment.

"Really? I thought it was a joke too, since the name wasn't signed. But I was too curious and wanted to see who was here."

A nervous laugh leaves your lips, causing Quinn to start laughing as well.

"Wow...that's really something."

Quinn smirked slightly before gathering all his courage and finally the sentences he would have loved to ask you already left his mouth.

"Y/n I know this might be risky because you work for the same team as me. I don't know exactly what the contracts and agreement are here, but I think you realize there's something between us too, don't you? Would you...would you go out with me?"

His eyes looked at you with an almost hopeful expression, while your heart stumbled again and you began to feel the warmth rush to your cheeks.

And it actually didn't take you long to give Quinn a suitable answer.

Because the answer has been on the tip of your tongue for a long time and you were finally able to say it out loud.

"I would love to go on a date with you, Quinn."

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt6

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

A/N: okay so the draft did not save itself that's why i made a quick edit and just post this one. I hope you enjoy this

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife @skywalker1dream @vicurious28 @khaylin27 @0710khj @its-elias-world @vizzzashley @allisonwoods

2010, Interlagos

"Honey we have to stop meeting like this" Jenson grins as he opens his hotel room.

Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around the British driver. Media be damned but she was extremely worried about Jenson when she heard what happened. She couldn't stop messaging people to ask him if he was okay or what. Even Mark has been worried when she told him what happened.

"Are you okay? You aren't hurt or anything?" Y/N asked worriedly.

"I'm alive and well"Jenson said, closing the door "maybe a little bruised ego from not being able to compete for the championship"

"Oh championship be damned Jense, you almost got kidnapped"Y/N exclaimed

Jenson could only chuckle. He admits he was a bit spooked by what happened but it is what it is. However, he was extremely grateful that Y/N has been worried enough to check up on him and assures that he is okay.

"Just join me for a little drink and lets talk about our day"Jenson suggested "Wine, beer, whiskey?"

"Beer would be fine" Y/N answered.

For all the times that Jenson have gone drinking with Y/N, he knows that her preference was more on wine. He could never forget it because who else than Y/N orders a wine on a bar or a nightclub.

"Tough day?" Jenson wondered

"Not as bad as being kidnapped" Y/N drinks up.

"Touché"

The two friends conversed for the night. Jenson opened up how it felt for him that he isn't able to extend his championship streak. He was not at all disappointed because he performed well and he just missed it out with this race. Y/N is a good listener and became a good support for Jenson.

"What about you? You are in for the big race on Abu Dhabi"Jenson diverted the attention to the female Webber "The big question is who are you supporting"

"I'm neutral"

Jenson looked at her as if she grew two heads. He shook his head as he took a sip of his beer.

"Oh c'mon your brother might win and you are still neutral about it?" Jenson questioned

"Well if you must know my bestfriend is also competing, Lewis is also competing and Fernando is also there" Y/N stated

Jenson raises his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He is not blind and he does not fall for the lies that Y/N is not choosing a side because she is friends with everyone competing. Y/N refuses to take a side because of the 'bestfriend.'

"You know its going to be historic, four drivers vying for a championship" Jenson informs "I think this is the first time that this happened"

"A lot of pressure for those wanting to win" Y/N agrees.

"You are feeling it all Y/N?" Jenson asked.

Y/N could just give out a sigh as a response. She knows that she won't be sleeping well with the whole thing happening. Its bound to happen that someone will not be fast enough and lose. Then there is also the possibility that someone will win the race and be crowned as champion.

With everything down the wire, no one could predict what will happen.

"You have to make a choice you know" Jenson reminded "What if Mark wins, what if Sebastian wins?"

"We can't have them both as world champions?" Y/N joked

"Maybe for different seasons"Jenson offered.

It was impossible for either of the driver to secure that. Given how the things are in Red Bull. They will favor whoever brings them the first championship and then place the other as their second driver.

"Y/N its just going to be much more difficult after this"Jenson straightforwardness sobered Y/N up a little "You have to stay strong and pick a side"

"I don't want to pick a side Jense, they both deserve a championship"Y/N stays firm "They are both incredible and fantastic drivers. If one of them wins, I'll be happy but I know my heart also aches for the one who misses out that championship"

This was the thing that Jenson admired about Y/N. She is supportive and loyal like that, its quite rare in the field. He gave her a comforting hug as they continue drinking their woes away.

2010, Yas Marina

It was early morning of the qualifying day when Y/N received the email. She was very much surprised upon receiving the email because she had to blink a couple of times to make sure that she is reading it correctly.

From: McLaren Racing

Subject: Job vacancy.

"Oh I am so gonna kill you for this Jense"Y/N muttered.

One of the discussions during their drunk night in Brazil was that the possible solution to Y/N's problem is moving teams. Jenson suggested that there might be some vacant jobs in McLaren before the winter season begins.

And now this conveniently timed email that Y/N has been highly recommended by several employees for the position of Press Officer makes one think that Jenson took that advice seriously.

"Are you decent?" couple of knocks interrupted her "Can I come in?"

"Come on in Mark"

Mark has two cups of coffee in hand. He was already dressed and ready for his paddock appearance. Y/N could just chuckle at the role reversal because usually she was the one who is already dressed while Mark is the one begging for five more minutes to prepare.

"One brown sugar shaken espresso with 3 pumps of toffee nuts"Mark recited proudly.

"You remembered?"

Y/N was in glee as she takes in the cup of coffee. It was a kind of morning that really needs a coffee to help her throughout the day.

"No one drinks coffee as sugary like that, only you" Mark snickers.

"I just like my coffee sweet"Y/N defends.

Mark ends up sitting at one of the chairs. Y/N could read how his expression is a mix of confidence but deep down there is some kind of worry that he is trying to hide. It must be the championship nerves getting the best of him.

"You nervous?"Y/N asked her older brother.

"Its my only chance for a championship. It feels different" Mark answered.

Y/N wanted to say that its not true and there will be plenty of more chances in the start of a new season. However,she knew that this is the closest shot that Mark has to the championship ever since he entered Formula 1.

"I spoke to Sebastian last night" Mark brought it up.

The younger Webber immediately looked up with wide eyes. She knew that the two haven't been in speaking terms except when they have to or forced to talk with each other.

"We talked about you" Mark expanded.

"Me? Why am I even brought up into the conversation?"she was confused.

"Same question but it was Sebastian that first approached me" Mark explained "He talked about how win or lose, we should not put you into a bad spot because you are both important to us"

There Sebastian goes again making her heart skip a beat. Its these little things that mainly causes her to feel deeper and deeper for the German driver. Y/N felt really touched that despite the intense rivalry, he still cares.

"And I know I thought about it all night how I'm really making things difficult for you. So thanks for sticking up with me and I'll try to be much more easier to handle" Mark concludes.

"Oh brother" was all Y/N could say before hugging him.

It felt nice for the both of them that they have each other in the sports. Its the same reason why Y/N cannot answer the offer of Jenson to move into McLaren. If she leaves then how could she be there for her brother?

"Seb really cares a lot about you"Mark informs.

"He is just being a good....bestfriend" Y/N rebutted but she seems unconvinced with her own answer.

Mark knew that Sebastian has a big sense of pride. But whenever, Y/N comes to the picture then he will immediately melt. Mark could only chuckle because Y/N has no clue of the chokehold he has over Sebastian.

"Oh I think you are thinking too little about yourself"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Y/N wondered

It was not Mark's business to play cupid. If Sebastian had the balls then he would have asked her without his help. He just gave a grin as he exited the room.

"Don't be late"Mark teased

"MARK WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"

Meanwhile, Sebastian is early to arrive at the paddock to avoid the media asking plenty of questions. He wanted to be stress-free today since he needs to put all his focus to this race because this is his chance to win the championship. He will be damned if he lets this slip by.

At the moment, he is sitting at the cafeteria which seems to be deserted by the crowd. He was enjoying his peaceful breakfast when a man in orange sat next to him.

"How are you feeling buddy?" Jenson asked too energetically for Sebastian's opinion.

"For a man no longer fighting for the championship, you seem more excited than me" Sebastian joked.

"Oh don't tell me you are nervous" Jenson teased "The Sebastian Vettel is nervous?"

Sebastian rarely gets nervous but this is one of those instances that he really feels the nerves getting the best of him. He finds it really out of his character. There is this heavy feeling in his chest that he may emerge victorious or a complete failure after this race.

"Don't tell anyone but you have my vote of confidence" Jenson whispered.

It was a bit of a boost to hear it from the 2009 World Champion, Sebastian gave him a quick hug which Jenson accepts. It was due to this closeness that Jenson noticed the silver necklace hanging on his neck.

A mischievous grin replaced Jenson's face as he knows there was only one person in this paddock that has that necklace.

"That's Y/N, isn't it?" Jenson snickers.

Just like that, the feeling of embarrassment spread in Sebastian's face. He was not embarrassed by the gift but rather he feels a little shy about anyone seeing his little lucky charm. He tucks it inside safely inside of his shirt.

"It is" Sebastian answered,playing it cool "How did you know?"

Knowing the dating history of Y/N and Jenson, he can feel a little green monster forming at his shoulders. Jenson must have been well-acquainted with Y/N that he paid close attention to notice details such as her necklace.

"Mate, when are you going to ask her out? It's been ages" Jenson asked.

"Excuse me?"

Sebastian was not expecting that. He immediately downed a water to hide his surprise.

"Don't tell me you still haven't made a move even after everything?"Jenson asked.

Jenson knew that Sebastian was someone very dear to Y/N. He had spent enough time with Y/N o figure out that its always the Webber family, Sebastian Vettel, Red Bull, then everyone else. That was how the list of priority of Y/N goes.

"She doesn't like me like that" Sebastian lies even though everything from that drunk confession still replays in Sebastian's head.

"You know what, if you win the championship then go and ask her out" Jenson challenged.

"Now you are putting even more pressure on me"

"C'mon now!" Jenson was exasperated "I'm not even accepting any cash prizes, just name your first child after me for being a good wingman"

"I'm gonna ignore you now Button" Sebastian's nonchalantly ended the conversation.

"Sebastian you can win the championship and the girl!" Jenson convincingly shouts.

Sebastian just gives him a shrug as he continues to eat. He smiles at the thought that maybe he will try Jenson's advice.

Victorious Vettel and a missing team mate.

Congratulations to the amazing drive of Sebastian Vettel which made him victorious from the four-way championship. He also boast two records with one being the youngest WDC champion and the other being Red Bull's first driver champion.

While celebrations are happening, it was evident that there was the absence of the Webber siblings. Mark Webber was seen congratulating Vettel the minute that they stepped out of the car. However, Mark wasn't seen after that and even in the parties. Also absent was Y/N Webber, dubbed as Sebastian's bestfriend. She was spotted in the Red Bull garage but she was absent as well during the celebrations.

Is there trouble brewing with the Webbers against the new world champion?

Seb: Hey, where are you? I have been looking for you everywhere Seb: Y/N are you there? sent by 8pm Seb: I'm going to the club with the team. I hope to see you there sent by 9:34 pm Y/N: Hi Seb! Congratulations with your WDC!! You know that I always believed that you will be a champion one day! I'm really really so happy and so proud of you. Y/N: I'm really sorry if I couldn't be there. I fainted around lap 45 but not to worry, its just my sugar levels. My phone went dead last night and I wasn't able to reply and congratulate right away. I'm really sorry. sent by 11:22 am Seb: Hey, I'm glad to hear you are okay. I just woke up from a massive hangover. I wish you have seen the party Seb: BTW, I have something to tell. Are you still at the hotel? sent by 2:06 pm Y/N: Oh, me and Mark took an early flight back to Melbourne. Parents were a bit worried. sent by 5:44 pm Seb: Okay see you. Y/N: What do you mean see you???? Seb: :)))))))))))))))))

It might be the high from winning the championship or maybe its the alcohol in his system but Sebastian was sure of his decisions.

Clothes are haphazardly thrown into the luggage while he conducts a quick sweep of the essentials he might need. He sent a quick text to everyone that might be needing him. As far as he knows, he has some time off before resuming with his media duties and such.

He is going to Australia.

[lil-binuu]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔

Stealing Elias’s clothes

290 words (and this is generous)

HERE YOU GO POOKIE @xzhdjsj TY FOR BEING SO PATIENT ML?? DANG I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EVEN THO ITS SHIT AS HELL

I don’t know what evil spirit condemned me to write this but I sat down to write and now we’re here. Prayers, my friends.

It did take me a while, as I lost too much respect for myself but i’ve finished it FINALLY.

Side note: I was fighting every urge in my body to write jumper instead of sweater because i’m british..

tried to make it all lovey-dovey but now elias just looks like an animal 💀

Enough commentary, Good luck reading this..

“Hey yn, have you seen my sweater-”

Elias’s eyes fell on you, absorbing the sight in front of him.

You leaning over the kitchen counter, reaching up into the cupboard above your head. Stretching out your arms, pulling his oversized sweater up to reveal your body.

The sight left Elias speechless.

He couldn't draw his eyes away for the life of him. He scanned every part of your body, soaking in your beauty, each moment he looked at you he became more and more addicted.

Seeing you in his clothes like that made him goddamn crazy.

For a second he forgets how to use his brain, standing glued to the spot in a trance - under a spell that you placed upon him - only broken when you turned around and faced him.

“Hmm? Oh sorry, I took it.” You replied. You could almost hear the people on the other side of the cameras, it was so quiet.

You blushed awkwardly, “Sorry do you mind?” Again, met with silence. No words fell from Elias’s lips - maybe a bit of drool, but.. AHAHA NO LMAO

You stared blankly at him for a second. That seemed to do the trick.

“..OH, no I don’t mind. :))”

“Are you sure?” A stupid question, Elias wasn’t even sure he was alive right now.

“Yupp”

It’s needless to say Elias spent the rest of the day very content, it’s difficult not to notice. But you’ll never notice how, from then on, Elias mixes up his clothes with yours in the laundry on purpose, or how he throws a couple of his shirts next to yours in the hopes you’ll pick it up. He just wants to see you wear his clothes again, it’s hardly his fault you look so cute in them.

I think it’s quite obvious that I cringed heavily whilst writing this. Anyways, you’re welcome.

[hopes-peak-postal-company]

For Mod Hajime, i hope this doesnt sound weird but could you do a platonic fatherly yandere imagine post with Elias Bouchard? I like to imagine he fixates on a new Institute hire who doesnt know the fears are real and just decides "Its Child time. There is nothing I wont do to make my new child happy." But he also has to work around Jon and them getting in his way because they just dont GET that he's a Father now.

A FATHER'S LOVE!

"surely you'd choose your father over your friends, wouldn't you?"

summary. getting a job at a spooky academic institute offers toms of spooky outcomes. you just didn't expect to get a father figure and a overlyprotective friend group.

contents. platonic yandere! elias; elias is a wet cat grandpa; the archivist gang are slightly yandere; happens right after season 1

✦ It was difficult. Getting by in the big London city and rent to your flat was quite ridiculously high, even for usual london rent standard. But thankfully, a position in The Magnus Institute had opened and you managed to get the spot after wrangling out your best qualities to the HR like you're trading them.

✦ Now, you were aware of what you were getting into. I mean, an institute that's notorious for having many people going MIA or dying, but this was the only job that accepted you out of the millions you applied for and frankly, it pays better than most of them.

✦ So, you worked as the institute's librarian. It shocked you to know that they have their own personal library but at the same time, you kind of expected it. After all, it is an academic institute and there's bounds to be numerous books and soucres to cite for every statement given, regardless of how strange there are.

✦ You've met a couple on the job. Some were nice and often has small talks with you while some simply comes and goes, not even bothering to talk to you unless they're checking a book out. It was fine, of course, you can't help but feel disheartened. After all, all you do is stand by, organize the library and do nothing. It gets a bit lonely sometimes.

✦ And then, one day, a certain someone came to the library and it was no one other than big boss himself— Elias Bouchard. You never met the man before, only hearing him from Rosie and the others, but he is generally well-disliked by his own staff. You had nothing to complain about him and honestly, you find his company nice.

✦ He comes to the library whenever he has free time and then would talk to you. It wasn't just small talk, not just noise coming out of his mouth to fill in the silence, but he talked to you. He told you so many things— his opinions, his likes and dislikes —and even asked you about yours.

✦ Elias would listen intently, taking in every information about yourself in a manner so ... different from how he usually carried himself. Elias Bouchard was a prideful asshole and you knew that obviously well from just his body language, and yet when it comes to you, he is oddly soft. He reminds you almost like a dad for some reasons.

✦ And your relationship with your boss became like that. You didn't mind, you understand to some degree but even still you couldn't wrap your mind around why he chose specifically you. Maybe he didn't choose or maybe he did, but either way, this outcome was better than him hating you.

✦ But then, only a few months into your job, you suddenly got promoted to assistant archivist, joining the very few others in the archives in their day-to-day life.

✦ It was ... suffocating at first. The institute did suffer damage from the Prentiss Attack as you heard from the other employees and with the archives being the main target for the worms, it was not surprise that the Archivist and his team suffered greatly. Though injured, all of them still came back in one piece so that was a good thing.

✦ It took a while getting to know the others: Martin was the quickest to befriend and he'd bring you your favourite cup of tea whenever he can. Tim was the second, jokingly flirting with you at first but he was comfortable to be around and somehow both of your intensive knowledge on memes made the two of you friends. Sasha, on the other hand, took a bit more effort but in the end, she was just as fun and cheery as the other two outside work.

✦ Jon, on the other hand... He was wary, of course, a bit of an asshole too but you were determined to let his walls down, and so was the team. He gradually came to accept (aka get comfortable with) your existence and doesn't glare you like a cat you just rudely woke up.

✦ Elias... Elias isn't too pleased with this development though as you come find. He finds every excuse in the book to have you in office, stalling you just so he could spend more time with you. He had moved to the archives for one very specific reason and that was so he can watch you carefully.

✦ I mean, how couldn't he? You were so nice to him, oblivious to the concept of the entities and you didn't even care if he gets a bit 'spooky' (as Tim puts it) at times. In fact, he claimed you as his kid the moment you seem to play along with his 'little cryptid act'.

✦ But The Archival team... Oh, did they get on his nerves. But he couldn't do anything, no, he was sure you'll know and they'll tell you about what he truly is and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't lose you to them, so he'll have to just slightly abuse his power a bit. Just to have you be by his side a bit longer.

✦ Of course, Archivist and Co. can't stand by idly and watch him take their friend! And so, everytime Elias and one of them come to your desk at the same time, it's practically a tug of war for your affection and attention.

✦ It makes you laugh honestly, seeing them fight like this. Reminds you so much like a father trying to shoo away any his kid's admirers.... Only if you knew though, then you wouldn't be laughing.

notes. hi hii!!! tysm for requesting this!! i always wanted to write for tma but couldn't. ik this is a pretty old req (i think like .... from june i think?) and i wrote this months ago but forgot to finish

reqs are alwyas open!! and dont forget to reblog any of our works here on this blog, it help us a lot!!! ty again for requesting!

[the-house-of-gaunt]

Generic headcanon Riddle's family

He has his usual handsome look, he is a bit older but that makes him just a perfect dilf like his dad (Tom Riddle Sr)

His jaw and cheekbone are just more sharp and masculine, his babygirl face isn't there anymore but you can see a glimps of it in his eyes sometimes

Tom's eyes are red, a bright red because of the few Horcruxs he manage to do before having kids with his wife Y/n

Exactly 5 kids, all happened randomly, almost all.

He married Y/n Y/l/n, giving her his surname so to make her become Y/n Riddle.

They are a lovely couple, pretty when they are outside and hilarious when they are at home. Expecially for their dynamic and how Y/n became used to Tom's strict, serious and Tom kind behaviour.

Their first son's name is Salazar, Salazar ??? Riddle

Then the second was supposed to be one- twins

The twins names are Corvus and Elias

Their fourth child was named Tommy (Y/n's decision)

And the fifth child took the name Colin

The little-big family lived in a small cottage at the beginning but then moved to the Riddle's residence after Tom Riddle Sr managed to convince his son

[starsarekind]

Conflict of the Mind

Marc Spector Angst, CW: Marc's whole childhood, mentions of drinking, allusions to abuse, Wendy and Elias Spector.

Marc Spector could tell you who was walking up the stairs based on the sound of their footsteps.

Elias had light, steady steps. He never walked upstairs too fast or too slow, and always passed right by Marc's door unless it was time to poke his head in to say goodnight.

Wendy's steps always sounded so angry — that's the first thought Marc always had when he heard them. Her steps were heavy, her movements were quick but clumsy. He'd hold his breath as she passed by the door, because more often than not, she wouldn't just pass by.

Marc Spector could hear her anger not just in her steps, but in the way she'd slam the doors in the house, the cabinets and cupboards, the windows. He could hear her anger even in the way she vacuumed, when Elias wasn't around to clean her messes and she was too tired or too drunk to remember she could make Marc do it.

Marc Spector tried all sorts of tactics to see what he could do to melt that anger. If she was mad, if she was yelling, he tried fighting back, maybe he could make her see rationality. He'd defend himself the way his parents used to teach him and Randall to do ("If someone is bullying you and being unfair, you need to stand up for yourself! Use your words. Then, tell an adult."). He learned very quickly that that advice did not apply to his parents. It meant Marc was defiant, and selfish, and he knew what he did wrong so what right did he have to raise his voice? Fighting back with Wendy just meant he was more in the wrong than if he'd stayed silent.

Funny thing, is that Wendy didn't seem to like silence, either. Marc would hold his tongue and accept what she said about him. Sometimes, he'd dissociate so far away from the moment that he couldn't even hear her words. But that was wrong, too. Marc's silence meant he was disrespectful, and stubborn, and he knew what he did wrong so how dare he ignore his mother? Silence was just as bad as making noise.

Once or twice, Marc even tried to agree with her. He was almost genuine with it. It was his fault, all of this, so maybe the words she laced with poison weren't misplaced. Maybe he did deserve them. But no, agreeing with Wendy meant Marc was being a wise-ass, and disobedient, and he knew what he did so he'd better learn.

He knew what he did.

It wasn't easy, it didn't help, but it became second nature to avoid her. It wouldn't always work, of course, a closed door meant nothing to Wendy, and any sort of barricading that door meant a hell of a world of pain for Marc, as he'd learned the hard way. Still, there were some days that feigning a migraine and staying in his room meant listening to Elias and Wendy fight instead of taking the brunt of it himself. It didn't feel good, but it was better. Which only proved that he was selfish, and if that was true, a good list of the other names Wendy had called him would be true, too.

Marc hated his mother. "She's unwell," Elias would say, as if it washed away all the bad things she'd ever done. As if that made it all okay. "She needs you to be patient, Marc. It's a heavy toll. It doesn't help when you fight back, okay? You have to respect her."

That didn't feel right. Those words, directed at him. Had Elias ever said the same to Wendy? Had he ever told her that Marc was just a boy, that he needed his mom's kindness, that she had to respect him? But Elias was just fighting the same battle, so maybe Marc could give him a pass. Elias didn't mean it, he was just trying to keep the peace. I mean, what else could Elias do? He had to live with Wendy, too. And though he wasn't the main target of her demands, that didn't mean he was spared.

That was a problem. For the longest time, Marc had rationalized that his mother was the bad one, and that meant Elias had to be the good one. He had to be a good dad in a tough position. And it sucked, but that was life.

Marc had always read that mommy issues meant you gravitated towards female figures who could fill that void in you, and he always prided himself on not having those issues. Marc always found himself more comfortable with a male authority figure anyway.

School teachers who showed him any kind of empathy. Any military official with a rank higher than his. His old C.O., Bushman. It wasn't until he indebted himself to Khonshu, the man (well, god) who saved his life, that he had the sudden and sharp realization that he may not have been trying to fill the void his mother made, but he had always been trying to fill the hole of his father. That he was always looking up to someone who he wished his father was. Someone who had authority, who had empathy, who protected him, who saved him.

Elias wasn't the good dad.

Part of him knew that on the day he moved out, too. "You're supposed to fix this — I mean, why haven't you?" Marc had always seen it as Elias's job, whether consciously or unconsciously, to make things better, to fix Wendy and in turn fix Marc. But there he was, swearing his life to an Egyptian deity who had the power to be better than his father ever was.

And then he wasn't, either.

Marc knew what he did. His mother told him over and over, rewriting every cell in his body until they all read the truth out to him. It was his fault.

[fiaistired]

I want to figure out how old Elias Bouchard really is. When was he born?

In MAG 49 it’s said he joined the institute in 1991 and became head of the institute in 1996 after being body snatched by Jonah Magnus.

In MAG 192 Rosie says that “he seemed far too young for the role he had apparently found himself in” - referring to the head of the institute position.

How young is too young for a head of an institution position? Here’s a first not *exactly* evidence-based assumption - but let’s say it’s probably being below 40 years old. That is based solely on the experience of attending university, I’d say most institute heads at uni are at minimum 40 (also, not exactly related but all university institute heads have PhD’s). (I don’t want to get into too many details here, since I’m not a 100% sure how the higher education system works in the UK, but in my country at least, one must have at least a Habilitation, which is almost like a second PhD, or be a capital “P” Professor, which is the highest university rank, to become an institute head. To achieve these scientific titles, it usually takes a lot of time, so most people are over 40 when they get the position. Or even 50, when it comes to the Professor rank). 

One can assume then, that “Elias” is below 40-ish while he interviews Rosie. Unfortunately, we don’t know when exactly that happens. It could be anytime between 1996 and 2015. 

Some other information we do know about him is that he’s graduated collage with third class honours and has a PPE degree. According to google, students in the UK typically start university at the age of 18. Also, according to google, Oxford has never had a postgraduate degree course in PPE, so Elias has a bachelor’s degree in PPE (which btw stands for Philosophy, Politics and Economics), meaning he was either 21 or 22 when he finished uni. We do not hear anyone mention him finishing any other courses, so we can assume that’s all that he studied.

Another thing we don’t know is at what age he started working for the Magnus Institute. We do know it happened in 1991. The earliest he could have been recruited was at the age of 21 or 22, straight out of university. Making him 26/27 at the time he “got promoted” to the position of institute head, in 1996. As mentioned previously, at Rosie’s interview, where she found that he looked too young for his position, in between 1996 and 2015 (whenever that interview took place) he would’ve been between 26 and 45 years old (at the youngest) depending on the year the interview took place in. Taking my assumption from before, that during the interview he’d be 40 or lower, I’d assume that the interview probably took place anytime between 1996 and 2010 for the comment of him looking too young in his position to make sense. Of course, it could’ve been a few years after graduating uni when he got recruited, which would further push down the date of the Rosie interview. I think the oldest he could possibly be is in his late thirties during it. So, the eldest he could be in 1996, if that is when the interview took place, would be around 40 years old (which I also don’t think it did take place in 1996 since it would make Rosie work as his assistant for 20 years and I’m not certain that she could remain that oblivious to all the weird stuff going on for that long. But what do I know, maybe she’s got a gift for not noticing. I don’t know for sure).

So, in the year of his body being overtaken by Jonah Magnus, 1996, he’s between the ages of 26 and 40. 

We, the listeners, know him mostly from our time spent with him and the archives crew from 2015 onwards. Based on our established age range, in 2015 he would’ve been anywhere between 45 and 59 years old. Which would mean that last time we hear him speak is in 2018 in which he’s anywhere between 48 and 62 years old. 

I don’t know how old his va, Ben Meredith is exactly. I’m pretty sure he’s a millennial? Either way it doesn’t really matter how old his va is, though all we have to picture him by is his voice only, which at least in my opinion doesn’t really sound like the voice of a 62-year-old, but that is straight up just a subjective opinion. Maybe he’s a particularly young sounding 62-year-old?

Some additional information we supposedly get about “Elias” is that he was working as a filing clerk in 1972, which he says to Jonathan Sims in MAG 29, but that contradicts with the information gathered later by Jon and revealed in MAG 49 where he says that Elias joined the institute in 1991. All this might seem like just the lies of Jonah Magnus, but it presents an interesting point of having a conversation take place in 2016 with the reference to his being an institute employee in 1972. In 2016 he’s between the ages of 46 (which would make him 2 years old in 1972) and 60 (which would make him 16 in 1972), neither of which make sense, thought one would think that if he’s older and Jon doesn’t know how old he is exactly, it wouldn’t be that suspicious for him to have worked at the institute in 1972, though that seems like a stretch. Perhaps Jon just didn’t question or notice how it doesn’t really make sense for him to have worked there in that year, or maybe the writing-story-planning team didn’t put that much thought into this particular interaction/the implications of it, or maybe Elias looks older than he is. 

In conclusion, Elias Bouchard was born between the years of 1956 and 1970.

Also, fun fact I did a poll to see what age Tumblr users thought Elias was and they picked between 40 to 50, with 45 to 55 being a close second, so if anyone voted in that and picked anywhere between 45 and 59, I just want to let you know you’re right.

TLDR: Elias Bouchard is (most likely) anywhere between 45 and 59 at the start of the Magnus Archives.

[loganwalkerz]

Tw: kidnapping it's fed logan x Keegan so shocker

Keegan doesn't remember what exactly had happened, one second he was by Merricks side trying to stop the federation from raiding their base. He remembers Kick yelling before something hit his head and his vision was dark.

Where Keegan woke up was another issue, usually the pup man wouldn't find a dirty battle field an issue. It wouldn't of been the first time he's passed out in one, sand viper mission is the perfect example.

But now Keegan wasn't on the field. He was in some cell of sorts, one that looked like a pit with bars over the top. It looked like what Elias described contained Rorke when he was taken by the feds.

It was not the place that Keegan wanted to be and yet he has no choice in the matter, rubbing his head trying to gain some sort of consciousness and maybe some sort of guide on what the fuck to do. But from what Keegan could tell there was literally no way out without either a ladder or some help.

And the guest who arrived doesn't seem very willing to help. Keegan was expecting Rorke or maybe one of the federation lackeys to come in, spit some venom and torture him. The same way they did with Rorke but to him. He hasn't once thought he'd be met eye to eye with someone he was convinced was long dead, maybe Keegan should've realised that when the federation takes someome they don't really die.

Although Logan here may as well be, he hadn't seen Keegan in a while and both of them were currently looking rough. Although Keegan a little rougher than the state Logan was in, wearing the feds uniform with a grumpy scowl on his face at the mere sight of Keegan.

Keegan wasn't too sure why Logan looked so angry, but he could definitely guess a few things. The federation aren't exactly known for their kindness and he could only imagine the things that Logan has been through in the span of being taken and to now whatever he is now.

Keegan was staring at Logan with a wide eyed stare not wanting to believe that he was the one keeping him in there, most likely the federation right? Logan was brainwashed. He didn't want this, he was just convinced he was, right? It's not like Keegan could tell Logans thoughts but Keegan was sure this wasn't his friend.

Logan hadn't been the same man for months so least Keegan got that correct, and it's not like Logan exactly hates who he is now. His body became the coffin for his older self, buried the man deep inside never to return. The only funeral was a celebration by the Federation for another successful brainwashing.

Logan wasn't quite sure who he was angry at more, the federation for being successful or at the Ghosts for letting him get tortured. Remembering all the chances they had to come save him, literally Imagining Hesh fighting the stupid handlers away from him to help Logan get free. But Logan was never free, he was either under his father's burdens or under Rorkes. And without his father he had no other choice for the answer to now be Rorkes.

Before Logan had became apart of the federation he had already taken on some sort of responsibility over Keegan, his teammates who was a pup hybrid.

Logan liked Keegan, he thought he was a cool chill guy. He didn't seem as needy or as sensitive as most pup hybrids that Logan had met, despite that being very few he was impressed with how independent Keegan was. He almost admired it, he would never admit that but still. He thought Keegan was impressive for his species. He wanted to be like Keegan, tough and strong yet silent.

Maybe thats why after the federation had gotten a hold of him, he began to think more differently. His thought process hasn't changed too much, he still found Keegan impressive but his mindet wasn't to be like Keegan anymore.

No instead Logans new mindset was to learn how to break Keegan, find the ways to make him act like the hybrids that Logan had done so much research about.

He could've copied Rorke's methods, shoving Keegan into the pit but Logan finds Rorke's methods..faulty

But this was an opportunity for Logan, one that could make being the "bad guy" worth something other than Rorkes approval. Maybe he could get some benefits after all, that Rorke had left this as some sort of gift? It would make sense since Logan was owned a lot, saving Rorkes ass and proof checking the paperwork. He's surprised Rorke got this far, he's dumber than he looks.

Logan just stares back at Keegan cold eyes tracing up and down his body taking in every curve, eyes landing on the puppy ears on Keegans head. A slight grin on his face but nothing was funny here, there was no humour.

"Didn't think we'd capture a wild mutt but it's nice to see something different"

Logan hums to himself as he reached and pinched the tip of Keegans ears giving a slight tug to watch Keegan try wince away only to be held by the rope. Logan suddenly found this a lot more entertaining, the grumpy behaviour before gone knowing that this is what he got to work with.

Of course Logan knew that Keegan was a puppy boy when he first originally joined the Ghosts, it was honestly pretty obvious. But at the time logan took no clear interest in the hybrid because well..he had a lot of other things to be paying attention too! But now Logan has all the time in the world to mess and train Keegan. He has all the time to break him down and rebuild him as something more..to Logans taste.

So over a few weeks to months Logan came by every day for hours to mess with Keegans head, even bringing the bodies of some of the Ghosts to remind Keegan that no one is coming to save him. That he is officially under the federation but that Logan can give Keegan a choice

"You can join me. Get out of this cell and be at my side. I'll take you with me home, I'll give you a bath. As long as you promise to be obedient"

Logan grunts holding a collar in his hands, staring down at Keegan with a firm expression as he grabs his chin forcing Keegan to look up at him.

And Keegan is a mess, tears rolling down his cheeks making a mess of his old war paint. Tear streaks running through as the reality of the situation was really hitting Keegan, that he was alone in this. His options were to join Logan or rot and die in this cage alone. And Keegan doesn't want to die alone, not when Logan has managed to pleased the puppy headspace he has.

Keegan had sworn to never break as a ghost but yet there he was hands tied behind his back, chin resting in the hand of the enemy as he pathetically sobs. The reality that he needs Logan now, no other man had visited him and Keegan wonders if anyone even knows where Logans keeping him. If Keegan wants a chance to survive then he needs to trust Logan, and despite his body screaming at him he stared up to make eye contact.

Logan gave a slight 'tsk' seeing the tears in Keegans eyes and he shakes his head down at him. Thumb tracing Keegans lip

"Stop crying. You were given a choice. Join me or I'm leaving you alone, here, in this cell"

Logan huffs as Keegan desperately tried to clamper closer to Logan, learning that it's better to not speak. That being nothing but a dog has gotten him farther. Moving closer a silent beg for Logan to not leave him there, the way the team left Logan.there all those years ago.

This is how he can repay Logan right? From all the trauma? All the scars? The ones Logan had shown him, the ones the federation painted Logans body with. All because Keegan wasn't fast enough, he didn't try. So this is what he maybe deserves.

That doesn't mean though Keegan didn't try fighting at first, originally before the more obedient state Keegan was feisty. The first time Logan had tried putting his hands near Keegans mouth Keegan acted in retaliation, Keegan goes to try and bite at Logans hand, a warning nip at most but even then Logan doesn't put up with such bad behaviour. Two fingers in Keegans mouth purposefully triggering the gag reflex as Logan sighs with feigned disappointment

"Such a bad mutt..you're lucky I don't pull these teeth of yours out, make you a proper pup. All gummy"

Logan scoffed as he watched Keegans eyes widened and fluffy dog ears flatten back against his head. A look of fear on Keegans face as he gags around Logans fingers which were still in his throat.

Logan remembers that day very well as It was the first sign of Keegan finally breaking down, and he loves it. Watching Keegan become a mess slowly under Logans hands. Plans working good, almost too good but Logan didn't have to worry about Keegan escaping. Not with the other man completely dependant on him, especially the puppy side to him.

Logan has the pup boy wrapped around his pretty little finger, having Keegan in a mental space where he couldn't disobey Logan.

And whenever Keegan begins to think too much about the past his pretty lil tears begin to form as he's sat between Logans legs cheek against his thigh, a soft pout on his face unable to understand why his head feels so clouded as Logan gently rubs under Keegans chin the way you would to a puppy

"Poor thing, just so sad today aren't you? Too many big thoughts for your small head. Such a stupid puppy aren't you? Yes you are~"

Logan purrs, degrading the poor pup man who's too stupid to even understand the degrading due to the high pitch tone Logan used. Keegan thought he's being praised despite, thinks Logan is calling him something else. Only Logan knows otherwise and he plans on keeping it that way. Logan works hard on keeping Keegan at a obedient headspace, leaving Keegan yearning for praise and attention from Logan. He will keep Keegan yearning for Logan's validation and the need for Logans presence. Logan works hard to make sure Keegan craves him. And he does a damn good job at it. Leaving Keegan wanting and waiting for more, unknown to when the time will come or if it ever will that he'll be Logans and Logan will be his.

Logan knows the answer, and that's only whats important. That Logan knows it, because dumb pups like Keegan don't need to know anything. Nothing at all other than who their owner is and who to respond too. And from Logan's perspective? Keegan knows that very well. Between his legs obediently spending his day at Logans legs.

Logan has what he wants and Keegan doesn't even seem fully aware of How's he's acting, the only discipline he would get was a tap to the nose like one would scold a pup with. Maybe a rough tap to the hip too, keeping Keegan aware of who he belongs to and his status below Logan.

Keegan isn't his own being anymore but rather Logan's new mutt. Without Riley, Logan needed a replacement right? Now Logan has his new pup. And this one is his own. Keegan is Logans. But Logan is just Keegans master and he makes sure Keegan is very aware of that

Even then Keegans stupid puppy brain holds onto the hope for something more, maybe thats was apart of Logans tricks. Whenever Keegan begins to think too much his pretty lil tears begin to form as he's sat between Logans legs cheek against his thigh, a soft pout on his face unable to understand why his head feels so clouded as Logan gently rubs under Keegans chin the way you would to a puppy

Logan knows the answer, and that's only whats important. That Logan knows it, because dumb pups like Keegan don't need to know anything. Nothing at all other than who their owner is and who to respond too. And from Logan's perspective? Keegan knows that very well. Between his legs obediently spending his day at Logans legs.

And if Rorke tried to pay too much attention? Great, Logan brings up Rorke and Elias affair back when Logan's mother was alive. Usually shuts him up.

[storiesofaot]

Of Treehouses and Flowercrowns

Day 6: Sky

Rating: G

Word Count: 1 575

High-School AU. Fluff. I imagined this as a follow-up to this first ficlet I wrote, but it doesn't directly reference it. Also, there's no real plot, just Levi and his crush xD

"And you're telling me you've really never done something like this before?" Hange asked, surprise evident in her voice. They were lying in the grass, looking up at the sky and watching the clouds drift by.

Levi shook his head. “No, it felt so… random. And like a waste of time.” She let out an indignant Hey at that and threw the daisy she had just plucked at him. It landed in his hair, and he quickly pulled it out. But instead of throwing it aside immediately, he started rolling its stem in between his fingers.

After a short phone call that Saturday afternoon, Hange suggested it might be more convenient for them to just meet up—since they were both free anyway—and immediately invited him over to her place.

Of course, Levi had agreed and, after jotting down her address, told her he’d set off right away. He took his bike out of the garage and headed to the Zoës’ house, with his heart pounding in his ears. His hand shook slightly as he rang the doorbell, the seconds stretching into minutes as he waited for someone to answer.

It was Hange’s mother who eventually opened the door. “You must be Levi,” she greeted him warmly and shook his hand. He nodded silently, his face probably flushed from both the excitement and the short drive to their home.

She told him that Hange was waiting for him in the garden and pointed towards a small side path on the right side of the house. Levi slipped past the parked car and made his way along the side passage to the garden.

That was how they ended up lying in the grass, shoulder to shoulder on a yellow and orange picnic blanket she had fetched for his sake, after he’d asked if she’d ever gotten bugs in her hair. It was a beautiful May day, with the sun shining brightly in an almost cloudless sky, warm enough for them to be outside in nothing but their long sleeves.

Hange told him everything about the treehouse she had built with her dad and brother just two weeks ago. “We didn’t have a garden in our old flat, but we do here. And it’s something both Elias and I had wished for a long time, so I’m glad my parents finally agreed!”

“It looks good,” Levi said, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the treehouse. He had already spotted the wooden ladder leading up to the platform built on the tree in the back right corner of the garden. The railing surrounded the front, and in the back was a small house with a flat roof.

“Thank you! I’ll take you up later, but right now I’m just too lazy to move.” She punctuated her statement with a yawn and then rolled over onto her side. “My brother had some friends over last weekend, but you’re the first of my friends to see this.”

As he turned his face to look at her, he fought hard not to stare. The words she had just said, paired with the smile she was giving him, made him feel giddy, and he really hoped it wasn’t showing on his face.

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel special,” were the words that eventually tumbled out of his mouth. He had spun the little daisy so many times that part of its stem was about to break off, so he tossed the now useless flower onto the blanket. Hange immediately picked it up again and, after inspecting it for a moment, neatly detached the piece before placing the flower back onto the blanket.

“Well, you are special,” she replied. When he huffed, she quickly added, “To me, at least.”

Levi didn’t know how to respond and looked away, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. He was probably supposed to say something nice in return, but the more he tried to find the right words, the emptier his mind became. Hange didn’t mind his awkward silence, though, and simply chuckled, leaving him to his thoughts until she announced she was going to make him a daisy crown for his hair.

He did his best to protest and refused to help her collect the little flowers, but nothing could stop her. She spent the next fifteen minutes plucking the flowers and connecting them, while he petted her black-and-white cat who had just stopped by for a visit. He learned that Stella had been a stray, coming to their house every morning until she and her brother had finally convinced their parents to keep her.

“I’m not going to wear it,” Levi said when Hange eventually sat up and proudly presented him with the floral crown.

He shifted to sit up, too, gently placing Stella, who had been lying on his chest the entire time, onto his legs instead. The young cat yawned and let out a soft miaow before getting comfortable again, curiously observing the younger couple.

“See it as your entry ticket to the tree house. If you’re not wearing it, you aren’t allowed up,” Hange playfully insisted.

“I’m pretty sure you just made that up.”

“No, I didn’t. That’s how it works.” She grinned wider as Levi cocked an eyebrow.

“And why aren’t you wearing any?” he retorted. It was a weak argument, but he had to at least try. Of course, she had an answer to everything.

“I don’t need one; I’m the owner. My treehouse, my rules.”

Hange leaned forward and placed the daisy crown on the top of his head. As she pressed it down a little to make sure it wouldn’t slip, Levi’s breath hitched. This was probably the closest they had ever been, and he felt both thrilled and uncomfortable at the same time.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold still. But to his relief, she was done pretty soon and leaned back to take a look at him. “Nice. Congratulations, you passed the test. You’re allowed up.”

“Great,” Levi said, forcing the corners of his mouth into a mock smile, knowing it would make her laugh. When his grimace elicited the hoped-for reaction, it almost turned into a real smile, and he had to make an effort to keep control.

The sun was already setting when they finally made their way up the ladder. The treehouse was high enough for him to take in a good view of the Zoës’ small garden, where he spotted a few blooming flowers and some bushes she explained would hopefully bear raspberries in the summer.

Inside the little house were several boxes filled with outdoor games, a small, low table, and plenty of blankets and cushions scattered around. Both the inside and the railing of the treehouse were adorned with fairy lights, which she switched on, and the darker it got outside, the cosier it became inside.

Levi would be staying for dinner, and once it was time to eat, he helped Hange carry their food outside, along with a thermos of hot tea and some sweets Hange had swiped from the kitchen cupboard. They sat down on the cushions in the little treehouse, the food placed on the low table, and a fluffy blanket on each of their laps. As they ate, they listened to the radio, and Hange made him rate every single song that was played.

An hour later, they had finished and were sitting on the edge of the platform, bundled up with several blankets against the now chill evening air, legs dangling over the rim and arms holding on to the vertical branches of the railing. The little flower crown, which he only realised he had still been wearing during their meal, was sitting on the wooden floor next to him.

Hange had grown a little quieter, and after a while, he realised that she had started gazing at the sky. He mimicked her actions, tilting his head up, and soon began to notice the little stars sparkling against the blackness.

Levi wondered if he’d ever felt this content before. The entire day had felt like a dream, and yet, it had really happened—it was real. Carefully, he dared glance over at Hange, who still had her gaze lifted upwards. Her eyes sparkled just as beautifully as the stars, and the fairy lights cast such a gentle glow on her face that he almost forgot how to breathe.

The strange sensation that had been lingering for the past few weeks returned, the one he felt both in his stomach and his chest, and he had to look away for a moment, afraid of being overwhelmed by his emotions.

But then, he couldn’t resist any longer and stole another glance at her. This time, though, Hange suddenly turned and met his eyes—and immediately, his stomach dropped. She held his gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips which only grew wider after a few seconds. Something mischievous flickered across her face, and he knew he had to say something to make things at least a little less awkward.

“What?” he mumbled, as if he hadn’t been the one staring in the first place.

Her smile, which was now definitely a grin, grew a little wider, and his heart stumbled when she reached out and poked his forehead. And when she spoke again, in a teasing manner, it plummeted straight into his stomach.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch11 Epilogue

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Snaccpop Studios for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

-TWO YEARS LATER-

The sights of the other cars and buildings going by met f/c eyes as you looked out the car window and stared at the beginning sunset. 

"So how was work today?", Taylor asked a moment after he started up driving again. 

You turned to your boyfriend and sighed tiredly. "It's fine. One of my coworkers got a broken leg from tripping over the stairs so I had to cover their shifts today. I swear all those little goblins just wanted to grab everything. I had to stop one from trying to climb on the horse statue from Greece."

Your job at the local museum was a good one but you hated school field trip days with a burning passion.  All the little imps running wild, barely listening, complaining about being bored, and trying to grab their little mits on everything they see was a lot for one person. No help from teachers who didn't seem to care as long as all of the kids stayed in one chaotic hoard. Thank God they didn't stay for more than three hours! You could've snapped and yelled at one of them-

Taylor groaned. "Ugh. Another reason why I am going to make sure that our kid doesn't end up like that."

Your brow rose. "Our kid huh?"

He shrugged without looking at you. "Still plenty of time for one. *ahem* "

You slowly shook your head yes with a sly smile. "Uh huh...Well we'll have to discuss that with Elias first and see what he thinks about becoming a second father."

"U-Um. Yeah. *Ahem* ..A-Anyways! I'm almost ready to publish my book." Taylor steered the conversation to something else really quick before turning on his blinker and turning to right onto another road. "My publisher said it looks good, but I need to get an idea for the cover. I know a really good artist and they can do it for a good price and I know what I want it to look like."

"Sounds like a plan. ...Hey. You didn't forget to close up the shop again did you?"

Taylor briefly shot you a cross between a pout and scowl. "Of course I didn't! Geez! I forget to lock the backdoor one time!"

It had been one year since you both graduated from Zephyr University. You'd taken to getting that job at the museum you've wanted. It was a good job, usually quiet but sometimes it can be stressful especially with tours of little kids of field trips. Taylor...well he didn't change much if at all. He was still the same. Still went at the most random times to do investigations. Still obsessed with documenting the paranormal but instead of running a club, he preferred to do so via updating a website by the same name as the old club. But his real day job was something that neither of you seemed to expect.

He ran a flower shop.

Gallagher And Potts's Bouquets and Flora. The name had taken forever to decide between the two men and usually consisted of Elias growing said flowers or however many flowers a specific person ordered, and Taylor just loading them up into his car and taking them over to the shop which was pretty close to the mansion just inside town. Taylor became fascinated by ecto-bontany and Elias was really happy one of his hobbies could be appreciated and flourish. The hardest part was renovating the old building you all bought for the shop. 

But he's been working on a larger side project that was paranormal investigating. Taylor had come up with the idea of writing the history behind the Gallagher curse in detail to clear up the legend once and for all..minus a couple details of course such as Elias actually being a real ghost. You both rather not have a floodgate of people coming to gawk at Elias like some carnival attraction. The collaboration AND Taylor's interest in Elias's flowers meant Elias and Taylor talking a whole lot more and well..Elias shared many intimate and personal life experiences in great detail about his life and family agreeing to want to clear up the entire legend. You guessed in turn that brought Taylor to open up about his own past. One thing lead to another, and you suddenly found the both of them falling for each other.

As for yourself it was also a new experience. Carefully but awkwardly going around a best friend who had feelings for you but eventually you both decided to try dating after a month of awkwardly dancing around the topic. And you both kept in touch with Elias so one thing also lead to another-

So here you three were. All in one big relationship with each other. It had its ups and downs but you can say you enjoyed this much more than the 'relationship' you had with Ian. Now all that heartache just seemed like a bad dream you barely thought of anymore.

Sunset came to the sky painting it pretty oranges, pinks, and yellows as the car kept driving along until you got to the edge of town and Taylor was turning into a nicely paved driveway added to the front of the mansion. Slowly coming to a stop, Taylor cut the engine and you both got out to go inside the now renovated mansion. Turns out there was a lot more than just the family jewels hidden away in the mansion. When you suggested getting the mirror fixed (thus it wouldn't be broken anymore and that would mean no more curse because of there being no more broken mirror), both men seemed all for it ..But you and Taylor could barely afford anything, Elias couldn't part with his family's jewels, and you wouldn't ask him to do Elias had agreed to spare with enough of the rest of the hidden fortune just to fix the mirror which now sat perfectly fixed and safely tucked away in Elias's room. In a hidden place only Elias knew. All fixed which meant it was harmless which meant no more bad luck which meant no more curse! When Elias brought up the idea of you both possibly living there too...Well as Taylor put it-

"I'm not living somewhere that'll give me an asthma attack!"

After you elbowed him for the rude comment, you three came to another compromise. Which was Elias allowing just enough more of the surprisingly gigantic fortune to renovate the mansion back to its full glory.

"The light's still on. Elias must be doing something."

"Probably haunting out new recipes to try and make us eat it." He rolled his eyes when you shot him a look. "You know I'm right. I'm not trusting him with anymore meatloaf." His hands grabbed the doors. 

"You're the one who asked him to try and make it because you wanted to try ghost food!"

"And I learnt my lesson." The doors were loudly pushed in to reveal a pretty clean and safe mansion. "Hey! We're back!"

You walked right in behind Taylor and found a regular sigh for you but scary for anyone else. Brooms, mops, rags, and all kinds of cleaning products were flying around and cleaning the various places of the mansion by himself. Puppeteered by the blue floating Spector in the middle of the foyor. Elias turned and his floating face lit up in a wide smile seeing you both eyes sparkling.

"My darlings!" He greeted quickly turning and floating towards you both with open arms. "How was your day?"

"Ugh. Boring. There was this guy who wouldn't make up his mind trying to decide on roses or sunflowers for like two hours and then he knocked over a stack of pots and ran off before I can make him pay for anything! I had to clean it up myself!" Taylor made no moves to stop Elias who reached him first and proceeded to plant a kiss of greeting to your shared grumpy boyfriend's face.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it. Next time just ask him politely to fix his mistakes," Elias assured him giving a comforting squeeze to Taylor's arms.

"Looks like you've been busy too," you commented looking at the nearest broom sweeping a pile of dirt into a dustpan.

Elias was quick to greet you next giving you the same kiss and hold as Taylor. The coldness of his lips making your body involuntary shiver. "Spring cleaning! I already have the upstairs finished and wanted to surprise you both with a clean house. Are you hungry? I made dinner."

"After the day we had, definitely. What did you make?"

"Meatloaf!" Taylor froze as Elias smiled wider. "I found a recipe for it in one of my grandmother's other cook books. You'll both love it!"

Taylor turned paler than Elias and you couldn't help but laugh.

[starry-hughes]

halloween night

in which aspen and cole finally give into their wants.

-

after the games, the plan was to head to the bar, get a couple of drinks and then head to brock’s for the actual halloween party. aspen had chosen to attend her brother’s game but watched cole’s game on her phone from the family box.

aspen had changed into her green dress and put on the fairy wings. tinkerbell was her chosen costume, the short green satin dress went to her mid thigh. the boys had gotten ready at the rink while aspen chose to go home to get ready. she ignored the brisk cold air as she walked to the bar to meet everyone.

“what the hell are you wearing?” quinn asked. “i’m tinkerbell.”

elias laughed into his drink and brock grinned. “quinn leave her alone, she’s gonna get free drinks dressed like that,” lexie demko commented. aspen grinned, “see! lex gets it!”

cole walked in, most of the guys from abbotsford hadn’t come but aspen personally invited cole. he didn’t plan a costume, borrowing a ghostface mask from one of his teammates.

aspen was at the bar, getting a shot and a vodka cran. “happy halloween,” cole snuck up behind her. for the last two weeks, the two had been making out, just as friends though. “cole!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her and he quickly smelled her perfume.

“hi,” he became aware of quinn nearby and knew to be careful with his hand placement. aspen pulled from the hug and took the shot the bartender left on the counter next to her drink. cole had to remind himself not to look at her body like he does when no one else is around.

cole had a couple of beers, all graciously put onto quinn’s tab. aspen had another green tea shot and three more vodka crans. the sexual tension was growing between cole and aspen. cole’s hand on her thigh inching up under the table.

“time to go to brock’s,” elias exclaimed. “quinny, i want to go home,” aspen mumbled. “i can get her home,” cole quickly volunteered. “you sure?”

“cole will take care of me!” aspen said, probably too quickly and excitedly.

in the elevator up to the apartment, aspen jammed the button for cole’s floor. “what are you doing?” cole cleared his throat as aspen pulled him down to her lips. “just let me have this tonight, please.”

they stumbled down the hallway, kissing as cole led her back to his apartment. he fumbled with his keys as he unlocked the door, which was hard when he had the most beautiful girl kissing his neck. the door swung open and aspen giggled as she almost fell, caught by cole.

“just one time? quinn doesn’t have to know,” aspen practically begged. cole wanted this for weeks, but quinn made it clear, hands off his sister. no one was to date the captain’s sister. “cole please.”

cole didn’t think for another second, he suddenly couldn’t remember quinn’s words. “how the hell do i get these stupid fairy wings off of you?”

cole got aspen into his t-shirt as she sent a text to quinn, saying she was at cole’s watching a halloween movie. “just a one time thing, right?” cole asks, eyes looking at her halloween costume on the ground and the hickey forming on her thigh. “just once.”

[elibjork]

Welcome to New York {ELIAS BJÖRK} !! They are a {40} year old {CIS MALE} who uses {HE/HIM} pronouns. They’re a {CHEF} who has been in town for {FOUR YEARS}, who lives in {STATEN ISLAND}. When looking at {ELIAS} you automatically think of {WEARING SUNGLASSES INDOORS TO COVER UP A HANGOVER, A HURRICANE MIXED WITH SOME SUNSHINE, THE SMELL OF FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE MASKING THE SCENT OF MARIJUANA} but that probably makes sense since they also remind you of {JOEL KINNAMAN}. You can always hear {CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART} by {BRING ME THE HORIZON} coming from their place. Who knows what kind of trouble they’re going to get themselves into.

death tw, pregnancy complication tw

Elias Björk is the second born child of the Björk family. His mother was a former Miss Word winner and his father a proud economist. There was always a lot of pressure for him to follow in line with what his father wanted, which he genuinely tried to do to make him happy. He stepped up when his sister was born, often helping take care of her when needed, which in turn ended up with the two of them growing up closer than with their older brother.

Growing up he was the kind of guy who was able to make friends easily. He knew how to talk to people and often could find something to connect himself with them. Which is why, from a young age, his father wanted Elias to take a career in politics. So, Elias would run for class president often and very rarely did he lose. But in his heart of hearts, his true passion laid with the culinary arts. He had always loved the art of cooking, creating new dishes, and he'd often spend hours upon hours watching cooking videos.

When he was twenty when their family moved to New York. He went on to attempt to become a lawyer, but he purposely failed the bar exam multiple times. The more he failed, the more he was able to convince his father to let him go to culinary school in order to do something while he attempted to retake the exam. The moment he entered culinary school, Elias knew he was never turning back. Form that moment forward he's been dedicated to the art of cooking, and his father never did become any wiser in what he had

Through his connections, Elias ended up becoming a personal chef for a lot of higher ups. He cooked for celebrities all the way to some of the top politicians. He was twenty-five when he was working a party for someone very important, and it was here he met Isabella. She was the daughter of one of the politicians that had attended that evening and the two of them hit it off almost instantly.

From twenty-five through thirty-five Elias had a relationship with Isabella. The two of them were like two peas in a pod. They would finish each other sentences, know each other's orders, and simply were very synced with one another. When she became pregnant with his child it was the best day of their life. Having the baby should've been another happy moment, but it turned tragic when Isabella ended up passing shortly after giving birth. It left Elias broken, shattered, and utterly lost. He didn't have much of a chance to process it before forcing himself to hold his head high and push forward for little Maeve (his newly born daughter)

Now a days, Elias spends most of his time split between working as a chef at his soon to be restaurant and taking care of Maeve. He tries to make time for friends too.

Children:

Maeve - 5yrs old

Personality:

he is the kind of person who will give you the shirt off his back if he saw you needed it. he takes being a father very seriously, although he's got a very laid back type of parenting style, but all he truly wants is to make his little girl proud. he loves cracking jokes, making people laugh, and getting to know anyone who allows him in. even though he doesn't party as much as he used to, elias does enjoy attending what few he gets the chances to attend these days. he'll hold your hair back if you're sick, lends a shoulder to cry on, listens if you need an ear to vent to, and overall tries to be a decent person. but elias is also loud, outgoing, and can be very brazen. he isn't afraid to throw a punch before thinking which is something he is trying to work on.

Headcanons:

He has a dog named "Peppa" named after Peppa Pig because Maeve thought it would be a fun name to give their dog.

He's very close to his sister Neva. She's been helping him raise Maeve since she was born. Honestly, he'd be lost without his sister.

He will occasionally go out and leave Maeve with Charlie Jones. She's been babysitting him for some time now and he's grown very comfortable with Charlie.

He has two houses. One by his place of work and the other neighboring his sister.

He loves a good smoke session.

[eliaskahtri]

Another New Beginning || Elias Solo

TIMING: Late September

LOCATION: California

PARTIES: Elias

SUMMARY: A lot has happened since Elias left, including psychiatric care and a scientific breakthrough.

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Having a mild case of fame became Elias’s second worst nightmare. His first worst nightmare was the fact that he had seen things he should have, which defied explanation and science. He had run away from his problems as quickly as he could, leaving everything and everyone he had met in the dust as his car drove out of the city limits of Wicked’s Rest. 

He hadn’t talked to Regan before he left and hadn’t resigned formally. Hadn’t even said goodbye. 

All he had done was leave a note for Gael that just said, “I’m not safe here anymore.” and left it at that. 

He had packed up everything and vanished as if he hadn’t existed there in the first place. He had received messages from both of them, asking where he had gone. He never opened them. 

Instead, he sought out a therapist for his delusions and hallucinations. 

He had been put on three different medications and received extensive talk therapy to deal with his symptoms. It still felt wrong, as if something wasn’t quite right. He knew what he saw, and it had been real. It was real, and now he was being told he suffered hallucinations. His therapist had explained it away by saying he likely suffered a psychotic episode from his high stress with work and seeing someone get killed in front of him. “Some people aren’t equipped to handle these things,” she told him. 

“But it felt so real,” he had responded, to which she simply shrugged her shoulders and responded with “hallucinations can feel very real. That’s why they’re so scary when we experience them.” 

After that, He accepted this as an explanation and began to go back to work. He returned to his job at the local hospital, continuing to work on the prosthetic he had abandoned when he’d moved to Maine.

___

Lisa Peters had sustained nerve damage that had left her ability to flex and use her hand somewhat difficult. She had learned to live with it but would occasionally pursue studies looking for people that fit her description. When she had gotten the offer to be a test subject for a new unreleased prosthetic, she was curious. She was even more curious when they made her sign NDAs and go through extensive interviewing. That’s where she met Dr. Garcia, a middle-aged woman who was, together with the device's creator, hooking up the exoskeleton to her arm. They had explained how it worked, but much of the scientific and medical jargon had gone through one ear and out the other. All she knew was that if this worked, she would regain the ability to use her hand again. It was almost too good to be true. 

He had done it. Elias Kahtri had successfully created a robotic exoskeleton for someone with nerve damage in their hand and arm. All the late-night hours, the mental breakdowns, and running away from responsibility for a time had finally paid off. He had just created a cybernetic prosthetic that would change not only his life but the lives of those who had sustained injuries that had left a limb immobile due to extensive nerve damage. Dr. Ericka Garcia clapped him on the back, and he heard cheering and excitement around him, but he was frozen in place, expressionless and in shock. “Snap out of it, Kahtri!” The doctor spoke to him, shaking his shoulders. “You did it!” 

He did do it, didn’t he? Elias slowly nodded his head, a smile creeping over his face. He did it.

A few weeks later, the news had gone public. Suddenly, everyone and their mother was inundating his phone and email with inquiries about the device he made and when it would be available for the general public. It was overwhelming. All the attention he was getting was beginning to get to him. He had never wanted this. He stayed up late as his phone continued to go off in the darkness of his apartment, face buried in his hands. He was happy about what this meant for those who needed it but absolutely terrified about what it meant for him.

He hired an assistant to help him deal with the sudden influx that fame in the scientific community had brought him. Naya Rana was a twenty-six-year-old, bright-eyed woman who easily fielded questions and interview opportunities. She had been a life-saver. Suddenly, he was going on interviews and news channels to talk about what he had made. Everyone was excited about what this meant; he only wanted a nap. 

Naya forwarded him an email one day that read; 

“Mr. Elias Kahtri, 

We would like to schedule an interview to review your research and offer you an opportunity to work with us out of Wicked’s Rest General Hospital. We look forward to hearing from you to discuss this opportunity further.

Dr. Olivia Patel, MD

Researcher at Wickeds Rest General Hospital”

Naya had bounded over to him that day after sending the email to him, a bright smile on her face. “My family is from Wicked’s Rest!” She explained, stumbling over her words as she explained that she missed her family and would love to be close to them again. 

Elias had refused at first. He had lived there for a brief stint and abandoned it. What would the people he had met say when he suddenly returned? He couldn’t face them. Still, he kept thinking about it. After a week, he randomly blurted out, “Let’s go to Wicked’s Rest.” Naya had been shocked when he said it but slowly nodded her head. “Alright. I can reach out to them and get more information about it.”

Now, there he was. Standing in the middle of a pre-furnished apartment that reflected none of his personality. It was like a ghost lived there instead of the fun-loving individual he once was. He was empty and needed a chance to rediscover himself—one step at a time.

[privmu]

BRODY ELIAS WESTON

AGE: 35

BIRTHDAY: December 14th, 1988

RELATION: Full sibling

TYPE: Solo

GENDER: Cisman

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION(S): Homosexual (closeted)

FACE CLAIM: Chris Hemsworth

JOB/SCHOOL

JOB: Firefighter EMT, part time Paramedic Studies professor

ALUMNI?: No

ABOUT

Brody Weston was a shy kid. At first, it was simply written off as a symptom of moving around with his mother so much, never settling down long enough to establish long term friendships, but still he was more introverted than most. His father seemed to think it was due to a lack of masculine influence in his life, and so told Molly that Brody would be coming to live with him in the States from now on. In hindsight, Brody doesn’t understand how separating him from his siblings (arguably the only friends he actually had) was supposed to help him, but there was nothing he could do to change that now.

Spending all of his time with Jude meant that Brody spent a lot of time on movie sets, fascinated by the inner workings of the film industry and by the acclaim and respect his father commanded, and soon he caught the acting bug himself. But it wasn’t his father’s action movies that caught his attention and his heart, it was musicals, it was rom-coms, comedies, anything softer than the harsh and brash explosions and stunts of an action star like Jude. It wasn’t that he didn’t admire his work, didn’t look up to him, they just weren’t the kind of projects that appealed to Brody.

His father was less than happy with where his attentions were heading though, and after seeing his son lead a school production of Oliver in the second grade, he quickly shut down his aspirations to follow in his footsteps, not if he was going to do it this way. Instead Brody was pushed into football, hockey, basketball, boxing, anything his Jude considered “manly” Brody had to pursue. He became a jock, he wasn’t allowed to do anything that wasn’t going to make him a man, or help him with the ladies (which is the only reason that he was allowed to play the guitar), and instead of becoming himself, Brody became the image that his father wanted to see.

Jude’s gambling problem reared its ugly head in the tenth grade when Brody was barely sixteen. While not they didn’t have the closest relationship, Brody hated seeing his father struggling and decided to try and get a job to at least stop him spending all their grocery and bill money, he could spend the money Brody earnt instead. While he’d tried to get a regular teen job like slinging fast food or busing tables but his father forbid it: no son of Jude Weston would be see working a remedial job. But Brody found a way to make money that he would never know about, a way of making money he wasn’t proud of; a super discreet but less than scrupulous escort company that didn’t blink twice at Brody’s fake ID that said he was twenty one and named “Lucas” and put him to work immediately.

At first, Brody thought he’d love this job, what sixteen year old boy didn’t get excited about the prospect of sex, but soon, he felt… dirty almost, sex became a very transactional thing, but he was in demand and that ensured that no matter how bad Jude’s gambling got they would never end up going under, and that meant that the press wouldn’t find out. He’d intended to give it up once he graduated, to go to college and into an acting career, but with Jude still gambling, Brody felt an obligation to keep them afloat.

It also meant getting creative with his lies, telling his friends and family that he was just tutoring, that they were paying extraordinary amounts for him to do so, anything to make sure that no-one found out what he was really doing to make money. He hated leading a double life, hated lying to his family, even his dad, and honestly? He was starting to hate sex. It was all just mechanical to him, something he had to do in order to get paid, never convinced that anyone was actually attracted to him, they simply just didn’t want to be lonely. While Brody’s clients had been exclusively women up until this point, he got wind of a man that had requested his services, offering twice his normal rate. He was in deep at this point, and while he had finally convinced Jude to go to a Gambler’s Anonymous there was still a mountain of credit card debt to clear.

Except, his appointment with Milo was different. I started in the way he treated him, not as an object, as something to be purchased, but as a human being that had his own thoughts, desires and needs. He had kissed him softly, gently removed his clothes, but before that he had sat down, had talked to him, asked him about his life. If it hadn’t been for the envelope of cash discreetly slid into his coat pocket when Milo had taken it from him on his arrival, Brody might have called it the best date of his life. He wasn’t ready to accept the truth yet, instead insisting to himself that it was simply just because he had felt human for a change, but it had left him with a lot of questions.

However, Jude seemed to sense something with his son, something different about him despite the fact that Brody never said a word, but did set up a suspiciously timed date with an old friend of his. Cassandra July was a tour de force of the stage that Brody had admired for a long time (as an actress rather than a human being though admittedly, her very public breakdown was hardly a secret), so when she had sat across from him at the restaurant and immediately started a conversation, he had been a little starstruck. That, added to the fact he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex just because rather than for money, and the alcohol in his system, and Brody made a less than stellar decision to let her take him home.

Fun it was not though, not in the way that Brody was excepting anyway. Cassandra was hot, no denying that, but even though there was not a dollar in sight, their hookup still felt mechanical. He knew that night, as he lay next to Cassandra, that the reason things with Milo had felt so different was because he was gay. It was something of an earth altering realisation for him, but nothing he supposed he couldn’t handle. After all, it wasn’t like he would be the first actor in the world to be gay. But what he had seen as a simple one-night stand, something that would eventually fade into obscurity, turned into the beginning of a nightmare. The minute he stepped out of Cassandra July’s doors, Brody was hounded by paparazzi, all of them ready to get the scoop on her latest conquest, on the barely twenty year old slinking his way out of her house to make the walk of shame home.

For months, Brody couldn’t go anywhere without being flocked by the press, his face and name were splashed across the tabloids, the little reputation he’d managed to build for himself dragged through the mud. To make matters worse, his father was acting like it was the best thing that could have happened to him, that the whole world now knew what a man he was, that he was a stud and a ladies’ man, that women would be banging down his door now. But that wasn’t what Brody wanted, and as his father was telling him what a man he was and patting him on the back, he knew that he could never tell him he was gay. Besides, how could he even be sure? Maybe Cassandra was just a really bad lay, maybe she just wasn’t the right woman for him, he just had to find the right woman.

But he couldn’t take all of this attention and pariah status anymore, and so Brody, with his head hung and his tail between his legs, became a Ranger, and while being away from his family and friends like this was a little tough, he took comfort in the fact that they were proud of him, of the fact that for the first time in his life his father was actually proud of the decision he’s made for his own life. His first tour of duty was largely uneventful, but towards the end of his second Brody’s company hit an IED in their vehicle and the aftermath was disastrous. Brody lost all but one of the members of his team, took a huge blast and chunk of shrapnel to his left side that sliced through his Kevlar vest like a hot knife through butter, and left him with some pretty gnarly scars. But his injuries were the least of his concern in the moment as he crawled across the sand towards where his friend lay bleeding out, his leg blown clean off, knowing that if he didn’t act quickly he’d lose a hell of a lot more than a limb. Brody managed to fashion a torniquet and did indeed save his friends life, returning home as a hero even if he didn’t feel like it.

He accepted an honourable discharge after six months of recovery and intense physio, having no desire to put himself in the line of fire like that again. He wanted a quieter life for a little while, or at least lower stress, and while it was nice to be home again, he still didn’t really want to be anywhere near his dad. The two never really spoke much anymore, not beyond birthdays and holidays, and that suited Brody just fine. After feeling a little listless and lacking in direction now that he was home, Brody decided to take up an army buddies offer to stay with him for a while in Connecticut. It was far removed from the high stress environment of a warzone, practically suburbia, and while initially bored, Brody found himself landing a job as a 911 dispatcher. It was initially supposed to just be a placeholder job, something for him to do while he figured out what he wanted to do next, it turned out that it was actually something he was quite interested in and passionate about.

He still felt uneasy though, and while he knew some of that was the PTSD he was starting to acknowledge and get help with, it was also partly down to the fact that sitting back and letting someone else do the rescuing didn’t sit right with him. So, he enrolled in the fire academy and took a paramedic course, becoming a firefighter EMT in the space of eighteen months. It was the nearest he came to his army days, and Brody found there was a similar comradery in being a firefighter as there was in being a soldier.

It was on his first run as a fully qualified firefighter EMT that Brody finds himself at the residence of a young woman who was not, in fact, trapped in a burning building or seriously hurt, but is instead a flustered and irritated woman who burnt her toast and couldn’t reach the smoke alarm to silence it. The woman was one Penny Sylvester, and before he left her home he made sure that he gave her his number just in case there was anything else that she couldn’t reach and needed a hand with. They started seeing each other almost immediately, and Brody found that not only was Penny objectively incredibly attractive, she was also sweet and funny, and seemed to understand him in a way that no-one else had ever seemed to no matter how hard they tried. She wasn’t just his girlfriend, she was his best friend too, and maybe that was why he proposed to her in less than a year. They were happy, blissfully so, Brody finding himself with everything that he’d ever wanted: a job that he loved and was passionate about, a wife that he adored, and the promise of a bright and wonderful future in front of him where he’d do everything that he could to be a better partner (and hopefully one day, parent) than his mother ever had been.

Moving to LA with his wife wasn’t the easiest decision, he loved his company in Connecticut, but knowing he’d be back around his family again helped the transition, as did living with his best friend. Brody settled in easily in his new firehouse, but rather than spend a hundred percent of his time out in the field (mostly in attempt to ease Penny’s anxiety over his job) he decided that teaching Fire Science and Paramedic Studies at PSU would be a great way of giving back to the community and inspiring the next generation of firefighters. But it was in LA that cracks started to show in his relationship with Penny.

You see, Brody had been pushing down a lot of emotions and feelings for a very long time now. He couldn’t put his finger on it for the longest time but there was something… off about their marriage, in the way he felt around Penny. Sure, perhaps the biggest bone of contention between him and Penny was the fact that he really wanted to be a dad, prove that he could it far better than Jude and then some, while she seemed to not have any interest in being a mom, but there was almost something about being with her that felt… wrong. Like he was lying to her, to himself every time he kissed her cheek or told her that she was the hottest woman he’d ever met. Penny was objectively incredibly attractive and sexy, and yet Brody didn’t feel that way about her anymore… not that he’d ever admit that out loud. Because Penny was the right woman for him, on paper she was perfect for him, so all these weird feelings that he was having were nothing. They’d be fine.

Still, life in LA wasn’t that bad, and Penny had placated his paternal urges by letting him get their beagle Zoe, so things were pretty good right now. Brody took up baking, still plays guitar, he surfs and plays volleyball, unable to admit that he fills his time with activities and chores to make sure he doesn’t stop long enough to think in any great amount of detail about how messed up his marriage has become. After all, he’s a man, he’s the one that’s supposed to be leading by example and showing his father that he can be everything he’d expected of him, and the right way to do that was a wife, 2.5 kids, a dog, and a picket fence. Anything less than that would be letting all of them down and proving Jude right when he said that he would never be man enough or worthy of calling himself a Weston.

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The second set turned out to be an entirely different turntable as J. Faria got the hang out of the rhythm, likely overcoming his possibly nervy start of the first set. Here, J. Faria's forehands started to work again after he outhit Elias' cross-court forehand for his 2-point lead before he broke to 2-0, where he consolidated with a lead to 3-0. Five consecutive games later, J. Faria's preceding down-the-line shots somehow secured his other two-point lead, but he was unable to break for the set as Elias had a massive hold to 5-3 by the end of that game.

Subsequently, J. Faria should have served for the second set. However, Elias started to outhit J. Faria's forehands, where the latter's netted forehand generated the former's break point before it was converted due to another forehand error (5-4). Nonetheless, J. Faria almost broke for the second set as he generated 2 set points, one of those through his working volley before it was fumbled, forcing another deuce through a down-the-line winner before Elias had a massive hold to 5-5.

Somehow, Elias had a cross-court forehand pass to set up his one-point lead, but J. Faria still managed to hold his serves to 6-5. The tie-breaker became inevitable, where the latter started with a backhand pass for his hold (1-1) before Elias' forehand error secured his mini-break lead several points later. J. Faria turned out to dominate the whole tie-break through his point construction, intuitively finishing a rally with a working volley to secure his set point to 6-2, which was converted several points later to take the second set 7-6(3), thus forcing the deciding set to find out the outcome of this match.