#and to make up for making mr and mrs jacobs Asshole Parents in a couple fics…. they are literal ANGELS in this one

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 8

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 8

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: cursing, cheating, violence

A/N: I did my research, so you can know the distances. Lasell University is in Auburndale that is 5 min away from Newton and 15 min away from Boston, both driving nonstop and without traffic. Walking from Auburndale to Newton will be 48 minutes…or that’s what google said hahahaha. Also, this chapter has violence that could be triggering for some people. Enjoy!

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Word count: 2021

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It was almost summer break. It was a typical Thursday afternoon. The weather outside was warm and sunny. Jake and Annie were in the backyard playing to be the Avengers, she was always the bad guy and Jake loved to save the world as Captain America. It was just 5:30 when the front door opened, Andy could hear Jake’s laugh on the back yard. He walked to the back door and saw Jake and Annie jumping on the trampoline. Andy leaned against the door frame watching them play, Annie was wearing a beautiful pink sundress and once in a while she let herself fall for Jake to catch her. She grabbed Jake by his ribs and tickle him, making Jake kicked and squawked. Annie looked up and saw Andy staring at them.

“You’re early.” Annie mentioned. She and Jake climbed down the trampoline.

“We didn’t have much to do at the office, they send me home. You can leave if you want, or you can stay and have ice cream with us.”

“Yeah! Ice cream!” Jake run to his dad.

“Thanks,” she put her sandals on, “but I could use the time to check some things for my exams next week.”

“Are you sure? Is Chocolate ice cream?” Andy said while they got in the house.

“If you give Jake that flavor now,” She whispered in his ear sending him shivers down his spine, “you won’t be able to put him to bed later tonight.”

“I think I can handle him.”

“And is cute that you think you can Mr. Barber.” She winked at him.

Annie grabbed her bag, got in the car and headed to the library. She was on her way to the campus, when she changed her mind. Daniel has been telling her nonstop they didn’t spend time together lately, that he missed her and since she was free for now, decided to surprise him.

She parked her car and climbed the stairs of her building. She carefully opened the door, making sure not to make noise to surprise his boyfriend. As she walked to the bedroom she listened soft moaning, panthing and grunting, the closer she got the stronger they became.  The door of the bedroom was opened and there it was Daniel on top of a blonde girl trusting hard into her; Annie froze, watching how his boyfriend was fucking another girl in the bed they shared.

“Are… you sure…no one… will… bother us?” the blonde girl asked him with each trust.

“Mmhm… my roommate is not here till 7:30…”

“YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!”

Annie screamed at the couple, both Daniel and the girl jumped off the bed.

“Babe! Is not what you think!”

“Babe?!” the girl said looking at Daniel.

Daniel stand covering his erection with the pillow walking to her trying to hold her.

“LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU!”

She turned around to leave the apartment but Daniel followed her.

“Babe, please! Don’t leave! Let me explain! I love you! You are my girl…”

“NO! I’M NOT!” she turned to see him, “APPARENTLY I’M JUST YOUR ROOMATE! I WANTED TO SURPRISE YOU! AND YOU….”

She didn’t finish the sentence, lifted her hand and slapped him hard on the face, leaving a mark on his check. Daniel stood there looking at her with an angry expression and said nothing, Annie turned around, took her bag and keys, and left the building. It wasn’t until she was in her car she noticed she was crying, she didn’t know if she was sad or angry, maybe both, the only thing she knew was she needed to be far away from there. Annie started the engine of her car and drove until she was outside his brother’s house in Boston. As soon as the door open and saw her brother she broke down.

“I thought he loved me… I thought he was the one!”

“Shhh, breath. He is an asshole honey, he doesn’t deserve you.” his brother told her while rubbing her back.

“He said I was just his roommate!” Annie kept sobbing.

“Don’t yell, you’re gonna wake Denisse up. You are welcome to stay you know that.”

“I can’t I have school tomorrow and the exams are next week.”

“And where are you gonna stay?”

After Annie left his brother’s house, she went straight to Sharon’s apartment, she told her what happened and Sharon told her she could stay there until she found a new place to live. Since Sharon already had a roommate, Annie had to sleep on the couch, and she wasn’t going to complain about it. The next day Mark found out what happened and he was fuming; he never liked Daniel, he thought he was a controller and in general a jerk, and once he heard what he did to his friend he hated him even more. Later that Friday, Sharon and Mark went to her house to pick some things for her, some books, her iPad, her computer and some clothing.

“Where is she?!” Daniel asked them as soon as they were inside the apartment.

They ignored him, took a bag and threw her stuff in it.

“I’m fucking talking to you!” Daniel yelled, “Tell me where the fuck my girlfriend is?!”

“Your girlfriend?? Mark stood in front of him, “After what you did to her, she is not your girlfriend anymore.”

“I need to talk to her, I have to explain”

“Explain what?!” Sharon snapped, “How you cheated on her? Cuz she already saw it! There is no need to explain that!

“You’re an asshole and you’re always will be, I’m glad she notice in time what kind of man you truly are.” Both Sharon and Mark headed to the door, “oh! And she said you have to stop calling her.”

Annie spend the entire weekend crying, every time she thought about Daniel she could only see the image of him on top of that girl, and we can add the fact that she was also stressed because of her finals so she was barely sleeping. She looked like a zombie, and felt gloomy but she had to put on a smile for Jake while taking care of him, it wasn’t the kid’s fault her life was falling apart, so she acted like everything was ok.

It was a Wednesday, Annie and Jake where in his room playing with some of his hot wheels, when Jake stood up and ran to the bathroom. She was alone and all of the sudden everything came back to her, Daniel, the exams, the lack of sleep. Annie started sobbing harder and harder, she could barely breathe; when Jake came back she found Annie covering her face, shaking and crying uncontrollably.

“Annie?” She looked at Jake, her face wet because of her tears. “no… no cry” Jake hugged her and patted her in the back.

“I’m sorry sweetie… I’m…”

“No cry” he hugged her thither.

Little by little Annie calmed down, she took a deep breath and saw Jake, who was worried and teary.

“I’m so sorry Jake”

“Why you cry?”

“Cuz I’m sad and tired… and...”

“Not be sad,” Jake walked to his bed and picked up his teddy bear, “here, he take care of you.”

“Thank you” Annie laughed.

“Come” Jake took her hand and made her stand. They walked to the bed and Jake patted his mattress, “you here”

“Jake I don’t fit in your bed”

“Yes, you are”

Annie shook her head and laid on Jake’s bed holding the teddy bear. She made herself comfortable laying on her side in fetal position, otherwise she wouldn’t fit on the bed. Jake went to his small bookcase and grabbed a book.

“I read story, and you slepf.”

“You don’t know how to read”

“Yes, I am, I’m big boy!”

“hahahaha alright, read to me.”

The book didn’t even have words, there were just images but Jake did his best to tell a story for her to sleep.

“Onces upon da times, was a princess named Annie…” Annie closed her eyes focusing on Jake’s voice.

Once Jake finished “reading” his story, he looked down and saw his nanny was sleeping peacefully, he took his blue blanket, put it over her shoulders, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He stood up, grabbed some toys and went downstairs to play.

Around 7:30 Andy arrived, the house was complete silent, the lights were off and there was no smell of food around.

“Jake?” Andy walked to the kitchen “Annie?”

Jake came running touching his lips with his small finger.

“Hi buddy, what are you doing?”

“shhhh, I playing da shhh game.” He whispered.

“Really? Why?”

“Annie is sleeping”

“What?!”

“shhhhh!” Jake said with no patience.

“Alright shhhh, where is she?”

Jake walked to the stairs and pointed up, Andy hold Jake on his arms and went upstairs, Jake’s door was slightly opened.

“Annie cry, daddy” Andy looked at his son confused.

“Do you know why?”

“Sad,” Jake thought a little bit more, “stress?” he shrugged

“Ok, let’s try not to make noise ok?” Jake nodded and put his kid on the floor.

“Go to my room Jake” The kid ran to the other bedroom.

Andy walked in the bedroom, and sat on the little space there was on the bed, he could see the puffiness in her eyes but in general she seemed relaxed. He knew she was taking her finals so maybe she was just having a tough week. Andy touched her cheek with the back of his fingers and she smiled on her sleep, which made him smiled as well.

“Annie?” Andy kept stroking her cheek, “Annie, honey, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, Andy was a blurry image, she closed her eyes again and heard Andy laughed a little. This time she opened her eyes and saw Andy clearly.

“Oh my god!” She stood up quickly. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“Hey, it’s ok” Andy said with amusement once he saw the mark of the pillow on her cheek.

“What time is it?

“Ammm,” Andy looked at his watch “It’s 7:35”

“I didn’t make you dinner,” She was freaking out. Never, in all of her time of being a babysitter, she had fallen asleep while working.

“Don’t worry about it” Andy stood up “Did you sleep well?”

Annie turned around and headed to the stairs, she almost tripped and fall if it wasn’t because Andy grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her against his chest.

“Alright stop!” their faces were closed, “Calm down, so you fell asleep, is not a big deal.”

“I’m sorry” her eyes became watery, “I’m truly sorry” she started sobbing and Andy wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her face on his chest, she could smell his cologne, and he could felt how tense she was.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” she shook her head, “Are you stressed?” Annie nodded, “Why?”

“I don’t wanna lose my scholarship” she lift her head, “and I feel I did terrible on my exams.”

She wasn’t lying, but she didn’t tell him about everything she was going through.

“I’m sure you did well, you are very smart,” Andy rubbed her back, “Don’t worry about dinner.”

“How can I not be worried?!!” she let go of his embrace, “You pay me for it! And I fell asleep while I was supposed to be taking care of Jake!”

“Well, we can always have pizza or Chinese” Andy said putting his hands on his pockets.

“Why are you not angry?!” Annie said annoyed.

“Cuz you are upset,” Andy grabbed her chin up, her brown honey eyes were red “and last time you were upset and I was angry I fired you remember?”

Annie nodded and looked at her feet, “So,” Andy continued, “Since I really don’t want to fire you; I need you to go home and rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gave her a peck on the cheek and walked out of Jake’s room leaving Annie alone. She touched her cheek, a faded smiled appeared on her lips, took a deep breath and left for the night.

[thefactsofthematter]

shoutout to the wip ive been holding onto for like 2 years, which only gets a couple sentences added whenever im in the mood to write canon era (which isn’t very often)

[honey-coloured-passion]

dream smp high school au and what they'd teach:

i had to get it out of my system but i'm so happy with how these turned out

mr notfound: engineering (the engineering teacher never really teaches and kinda sits in his office but the entire school simps for him so there's always a teacher hanging with him. his curriculum is free form and an easy A but genuinely pretty damn fun)

mr. nap: gym (hes the nice gym teacher who says screw the pacer test and rope climbing and you guys just play basketball after running like 2 laps. he's super gullible and will let anyone sit out for any semblance of pain. that is until the film teacher comes into the gym, then he's a tryhard beating freshman up to make layups on lowered hoops)

mr. wastaken: physics (the coolest class that always does crazy expiriments with large falling objects and questionable usage of dry ice, people always think his experiments are fake but he'll be the first to give a class long lecture on why every single piece of his work is 100% accurate. there was this one incident when he used the engineering teacher to explain torque and it ended with mr. notfound being caught in his arms. there's pictures but he still denys it.)

mr. blade: advanced english lit (mr. blade has no time for freshmen and if he does like a frosh into his class they've gotta he the damn best. his class is based on old literature analysis and storytelling. his favorite unit being greek mythology. most of his assignments aren't just boring essays or stressful discussion. no one truly knows what mr. blades class is like until you've taken it, they're often heard chanting "blood for the blood god" before exams but the principal is yet to do anything about it.)

mr. awsamdude: comp sci/coding (sam is the teacher everyone adores, there's usually at least two people crying in his office before and after school but he always knows what will cheer them up! he tries to work closely with mr. notfound but he's busy with the physics prof so sam has gotten really close with his TA tubbo. they do all kinds of coding competitions and his class is known to be a safe haven for students of all kinds- "coding is for everyone!" he always chants)

ms. nihachu: art (known for the classroom with the best vibes niki insists on dropping the ms. and formalitys. she's the teacher with lofi playing and bean bags and couches in her beautifully decorated classroom. she has an open classroom meaning anyone can come in anytime and she is dedicated to making sure no one eats lunch alone. a couple times a year she goes on a huge rant about loving oneself and the value of not judging others, needless to say everyone adores her - especially the theatre kids as her class is constantly helping them with set design)

mr. soot: music/theatre (does he have a degree? unknown. does he teach anything besides music? couldnt tell ya. mr soot roams the halls during class hours that aren't his one choir period; popping into various classes to pretend to be a student or just all around goof off. his theatre program however, one of the best. he makes the most extravagant plays and musicals with barely any budget. after his show goes on he goes dark for like 2 weeks straight "recuperating" but no one questions because that kind of genius needs resting)

mr. frost: math (ant and red would TOTALLY teach math together and it would be so cute everyone would see them walk in and out of school together and ship them and their classroom would be a safe space for people to come out or even just hangout. ant would be a crazy good teacher who is understanding and not one of those asshole math teachers. he's the one everyone always wants to have haha)

mr. jacobs: film/freshman history (mr jacobs is the freshman heartthrob and senior best friend. he teaches film as history, film as lit, and frosh history - basically the easiest classes, but he makes them the most fun. in his lit classes they watch cartoons and search for literature similarities or historical evidence. in his history classes he goes on grand lectures often standing on tables to reenact his favorite history moments. occasionally he brings in his friends to re create a massive fight in front of all the history classes, it's scuffed but everyone always looks forward to them)

ms. puffy: head counselor (ms puffy is the sweetest soul and often is helping students with everything from their personal lives to college. she assigns the TA's and classrooms and works closely with mr minecraft to make the school as conducive of a learning environment as possible.)

mr. minecraft: the principal, the big man himself, mr fuckin minecraft. (he constantly looks sleep deprived and exhausted but he loves the students and teachers with his whole heart. he takes no shit from annoying parents or asshole students and is known to ban the entitled cruel students from all his favorite teachers classes, leaving them with the worst teachers. usually he can be found telling dream he can't have more money for explosives, begging wilbur to sleep and rest, and telling techno he's gonna have to teach a english 9 class eventually. that and dealing with his new TA's.)

our lovely teacher assistants:

ranboo: english TA (thought he was gonna get art with niki but puffy out him with the blade. originally he was terrified but he's growing on mr. blade with his deep analytical thoughts and similar dry humor. granted- he does have the most work of all the TA's because mr. blade makes him grade all the multiple choice tests, but he's really starting to love the english classroom.)

tubbo: comp sci TA (tubbo had been begging to be sam's TA since freshman year where he took almost all the coding classes in one year. plus, the computer science room is right next to the physics room in the science wing so he can pop over and see tommy all the time. tubbo and sam stay in the computer lab way later than philza should allow but they've made magnificent codes for the school. everytime tubbo points out he's graduating soon sam starts to tear up, but he knows tubbos gonna do big things, he's just gonna miss his goofy TA.)

tommy: physics TA (the pounding philza got on his office door when tommy didn't get wilbur was ground shaking. puffy and philza calmly explained that tommy has a knack for physics if he would just focus and genuinely learn from dream. "big D" as tommy calls him, wasnt jazzed either. their year as TA and teacher started rocky but dream would come to realize that tommy is more talented than he lets on and after speaking to wilbur and puffy he realized there was a damn good reason he was given tommy. he took it upon himself to turn tommy into the best student he could be. and tommy isn't one to back down from a fight. little did he know this year would be the best year yet.)

i'm so happy with this and i actually think i might expand it idkkkk :)))

[beyscape]

The Intern - 3

Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Being Andy’s intern meant you got to spend more time by his side more than anyone. This was fine, however, until feelings got in the way and made things complicated

Word Count: 4114 (oh boy)

Warnings: SMUT, pure filth, age gap, technically cheating, swearing and all that jazz

A/N Contains spoilers from episodes 1-5.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5

Getting the day off wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. Neal was busting his ass trying to prove Jacob was guilty and he wasn’t particularly fond of you, you knew if it had been up to him you would be sent packing the day Andy was forced to leave. So, when you approached him to get the day off, you didn’t even need to use the ‘family emergency’ card. In his eyes, you were just a disposable intern who had spent too much time with Andy fucking barber for his liking. You pursed your lips, not wanting to think of work as you waited for Andy’s black car to pick you up.

You looked around the silent neighbourhood, your small backpack sitting on the pavement next your feet. First rays of sun were illuminating the whole street with a soft light, the early morning chill wiping the last bits of sleep from your eyes. In the one time you had a proper chance to see Andy that past week, you had decided to drive up to Connecticut early Friday morning, careful not to get caught. The plan was to visit Andy’s father in prison, then hang out together before driving back home under the cover of the night. You were busy kicking a small rock and keeping yourself entertained when you spotted Andy’s car turning the corner.

“Hi baby girl.” Andy gave you one of those smiles you so loved seeing on his face, but you could still see the shadows lingering in his eyes.

“Hi.” You leaned in to peck him on the lips. Before you could pull back and get comfortable on your seat however, Andy pulled you back in with a hand sneaking down to your waist, holding you tight. His hot lips never leaving yours, he ran a hand down your back, as if to soothe down the shivers that were also caused by him. He loosened his grip ever so slightly as he moved to look at your face, a grin plastered on his face.

“What?” You questioned, yet your face mirrored his.

“I really like you is all.” Andy faintly remembered the excitement of a new relationship from almost sixteen years ago, everything seemed different and shiny in those first moments, but there was something else he didn’t quite recognize in his heart too. Something that made him believe everything would be okay as long as he had you by his side, despite everything.

“How do you not know this song? It’s impossible you don’t know.” Andy shook his head with a small laugh of disbelief escaping his lips.

“Alright old man, I’m picking the next song.” You stuck your tongue out at him thinking he wouldn’t see it as he focused on driving, you were wrong. You yelped in surprise when Andy reached out and flicked your nose without even looking at you, the corners of his eyes crinkled with a rare, completely genuine smile.

It was so easy to laugh and forget about everything clouding over your heads as you drove further away from Newton, and ignoring the end of your destination, it was a much-needed change of pace.

“Let’s do this again sometime. I know it’s hard with how things are now, but in the future.” You watched the scenery roll by with occasional stolen glances at the man sitting next to you.

“Do what, baby girl?”

“Take a road trip. Leave Newton and our jobs, our labels for a while. Go someplace where you are not a married man and I’m not your intern.” You sighed.

“As you wish.” He looked at you for a second before turning his attention back to the road. “I know how much things suck right now, but I promise you, it will all end soon. We will get Jake off the hook; we’ll finally get the divorce that should’ve happened year ago and… We’ll be alright.” His right hand found yours over the console, gripping tightly.

“I trust you.” After a year of working together night and day, you knew that when Andy Barber made a promise, he made sure to keep his word. So, you knew, eventually, you would be alright.

After one stop to get some gas and morning snacks, your car rolled into the facility in the middle of the lush greenery. The closer Andy got to facing his father he had tried his whole life to distance himself from, he grew quiet. He would still give you small smiles with the corner of his mouth or engage in whatever conversation you started to help him relax, his joyful mood from earlier was gone.

“For Jake,” he had muttered more to himself than you, reminding himself why he couldn’t turn the car back around and drive as far as he could, away from the dreaded conversation. He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead before heading inside the building, in the manner of a silent thank you.

You were messing around with your phone maybe for fifteen minutes when Andy’s sulking figure made its way towards the car, he shook his head negatively when your eyes met, and that was all you needed to know your little mission had failed. You drove back the road you came in silence, the only sound being the low humming of the car engine.

“Fucking asshole.” Andy filled you in before digging into the burger sitting in front of him. It was a classic off the road diner, the kind frequented by the tired drivers at all kinds of odd hours.

“I can’t believe he refused. He sounds like a real piece of shit. Even without the whole murder thing, I mean.”

Andy snorted. “That’s one way to put it. We’ll simply have to skip it.”

“You know Neal will bring it up in trial and try to use it.” You reminded him, that was what you would do had the case been different.

“It’s bullshit.” You stuffed your face with the side of fries as you nodded in agreement. It was complete bullshit, and you could feel the frustration of a parent radiating from across you.

“Do you wanna spend the night here? I really don’t want to go back and deal with Lau- I mean, I don’t wanna deal with this tonight.” You looked up in surprise. Seeing right through him even with him trying to play it cool, it was obvious him and Laurie would get into another fight over this. Your heart sped up at the thought of spending the night together, away from all the things keeping you apart.

“I would like that very much.”  Your knees touched under the table, your gazes locked, both feeling the electric contact and not making any move to break it.

Twenty minutes of driving around was all it took before you stumbled on a small town, where you spent the rest of the afternoon together. Hand in hand, feeling more free than you had in weeks, you walked through the town. It was a great feeling, being able to be a couple out in the public without everyone knowing who you were and looking at you with judgement in their eyes. You looked at Andy, golden hair shining under the sun that peeked behind the clouds, and for a moment you were reminded of a time without his son’s future in the line. It was a selfish thought, but you didn’t want to go back. With his arm around you, holding you secure to his chest, you were content.

After a rather quick and clipped call to Laurie and an excuse of car trouble, you made your way towards the motel on the outskirts of the town. It wasn’t the best-looking motel, it was definitely not where Andy had originally wanted to bring you to, however it seemed to be only option. So, the two floored motel with its orange painting chipped at parts would have to do. That, sleeping in the car or worse, going back to Newton were your only choices, and you both were fast to agree on the first option.

 “A room for two, please.” Andy reached into the pocket of his dark coat to grab his wallet. Knowing the stubborn nature of his, you made no protest to pay although you weren’t too happy. The girl who didn’t look older than twenty looked up from behind the reception desk and eyed you up.

“Name?”

“Andy Barber.” She nodded, typing fast on the keyboard before reaching back for the wall of keys.

“Here you go, Mr. and Mrs. Barber. Room 204.” The girl turned back to her phone after sliding the key towards Andy.

“We-” You began, startled at the assumption although a part of you gushed at the name, but stopped at the shaking of Andy’s head. He couldn’t contain his laughter much more as he led you up to your room for the night, the sound was contagious. You noticed this was the first time he had laughed like that in what felt like a forever, you couldn’t help but join him.

The room was what you expected, the crème coloured walls almost looking yellow due to the lamps sitting on each side of the bed. The bed, occupying most of the small room was covered with pink and blue flower design bedding that looked like it was left there during the 80s.

“I’ll go wash up.” Andy muttered before heading into the bathroom, you dropped your backpack on the floor next to the night stand. You removed your coat, and then your sweatshirt, suddenly feeling too hot despite the room’s temperature being on the cool side. No, it wasn’t the weather itself, you mused as you eyed the bed, but rather the fact that for the first time, you had the whole night alone with Andy Barber. Not a stolen moment, afraid of getting caught. Here, you were just Y/N and Andy. You could do anything you wanted without a single worry on your minds. You gingerly sat on the bed, fiddling with the end of your tank top.

Andy stepped out of the bathroom a moment later, stopping right at the door upon seeing you. He eyed you up and down, so very slow you felt his gaze burn through you, a smirk spreading over his lips. You gulped quietly, but not breaking the stare.

“Waiting for me?” he asked, and two long strides later he was right in front of you. He placed a finger underneath your chin to tilt your head and make you look up to him.

“Maybe.” You drawled, the tips of your fingers tracing his thigh up and down.

 With a hiss Andy leaned down, his lips crashing onto yours in a way you never were kissed before. His large hands cupped your ass as he scooted you to the middle of the bed, not breaking the heated kiss. You moaned when your back met the surprisingly soft mattress but it was muffled with his warm lips never leaving yours, and Andy was on top of you in a matter of seconds. More and more and more was all you could think of, hands roaming on his broad back wildly in a desperate effort to pull him closer than he already was.

 You wanted to feel his skin under your hands, run them through his toned muscles and get rid of all the unnecessary layers between you, Andy knew what you wanted as you tugged the hem of his shirt.  You took in a deep breath when he pulled back only for a second to throw his shirt to a corner of the room, your eyes wandered on his abs and strong arms, he looked down at you with the same hunger in his eyes. You looped a finger around the waist of his jeans, tugging them down with hurried movements and fumbling hands, aching to have all of him. He chuckled at you before slipping his jeans off and sending them to accompany his shirt, now all that was left was his boxers and the silver necklace he always had on him. You bit your lips at the sight in front of you, gently running a hand down his length.

A breathy sound escaped Andy’s lips and they were back on yours, with a quick move Andy swapped your positions. Now, you leaned down to kiss him with your hands going down to unbutton your jeans, the need of getting closer and feel him against your skin almost driving you crazy. You followed suit and slid them off along with your tank top, left only in your lace bra and matching panties. Even though this night was quite spontaneous, you were secretly hoping for such a night and patted yourself on the back mentally for coming prepared.

“Shit, baby girl, you drive me crazy.” Andy ran a hand down the side of your body, stopping on your thighs. You shivered at his touch; Andy pulled you closer to his chest once again. Sitting on his lap, you shifted as you felt him press against you, rock hard. His hands were everywhere, exploring and marking his way as they ran through your hair, your back, the length of your legs… You couldn’t decide if this was pure torture or the best feeling in the world. Maybe a little bit of both.

You got up and lay on your back in the middle, pulling Andy in by the waistband of his boxers, almost begging to be pushed down. He supported himself above you on his elbows, leaving sloppy, wet and warm kisses down the trail of your neck.

“These,” he whispered against the warmth of your skin between kisses, “have to go.” In one swift moment your bra was gone. He placed a kiss to the curve of your breast, so close you felt his hot breath hit your nipples already hard with pleasure. You threw your head back with a whimper as his tongue teased and toyed with you, getting so close before wandering down your stomach.

With each kiss he went lower and lower, but never reaching the one place you wanted him the most. Before long you were a mess under him, with his tickling lips and wandering hands you prayed you would survive the night.

“Andy, please,” another whimper left you as lips connected with the inner parts of your soft thighs, dangerously close.

“That’s right baby girl, tell me what you need.” You felt his smirk on your skin.

“I need, I,” you sighed feeling his fingers toy with the band of your panties, “I need you.”

“Tell me how, and you have me sweetheart. I’m right here.”

“I need you in me, please, Andy,” You shut your eyes, unable to stop the curling of your toes as he ran a finger down your slit, still not making any move to remove the final layers between you. He enjoyed teasing you, seeing you moan and whimper completely begging for his touch was something he never knew how much he needed.

His rough hands finally tugged down the last piece of cloth covering you, leaving you utterly bare and under his control in front of him. Andy felt himself twitch, unable to keep teasing you as the urge to have you took over him.

You opened your eyes to see what he was doing, and the sight you met with almost made you gasp. There he was, fully naked; your eyes trailed down his pecks to his abs, and then to his cock. Standing proud and hard, you took in his length and girth with a hunger in your eyes.

“I need you. Now.” You reached your hand towards him, eager to pull him close and hopefully never let go.

“As you wish.” He lowered himself down, giving you a long kiss as a hand slipped between your legs. You shuddered at the tease of his hand, feeling him play with your clit send electric waves through your whole body. A finger slid in you, then another one, picking up the pace until Andy was satisfied with the wetness dripping down his hand. Placing a soft kiss on your knee he pushed them open, positioning himself before you. He ran his wet fingers down his shaft and his tip, lathering himself well.

Another soft moan escaped your lips as you felt his tip tease your entrance mercilessly, just wanting to feel Andy fill you already.

“Ready?” He asked, you found yourself unable to form words in that moment of euphoria so you just nodded.

Seeing you under him, already a mess for him, Andy swallowed. He took one moment to look you up and down, wanting to burn this moment well into his memory and never forget it. In that moment, he was overcome with such desire, such passion that with a grunt he pushed himself in. Any small thought of protection flew from his mind upon that feeling, leaving no trace behind as all he could think was how good it felt to be in you.

“Fuck.” He moaned and pushed a little bit more inside you. A part of him wanted to fuck you senseless then and there, but the less animalistic and more caring part of him scanned your face for any sign of discomfort. It was a tight fit already and Andy feared hurting you, damn the passion blinding him.

“I’m good,” you breathed out, noticing his peering gaze. You ran a hand down his thigh. “More.”

Andy happily obliged, slowly pushing all of his length in with a grunt deep in his throat.

“You feel so fucking good. Such a good girl you are, Y/N.” He lowered his body down on his elbows to give you a kiss. You felt his tongue push in, penetrating and filling your mouth just as you felt his cock pulse in you. He pulled back ever so slightly, pushing a strand of hair fallen on your forehead.

He started moving slowly at first, allowing you get comfortable with him. Even though you claimed you were okay, Andy planned on using the precious alone time you had as well as he could, so your comfort was of upmost importance for him to execute his plans.

Andy picked up his pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you, each time sending waves of pleasure crash through you as your moans synchronized with his moves. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper as the wet sound and your whimpers mixed with his grunts and the occasional ‘fuck’ that slipped between his lips and onto your skin. Your nails left hot red marks down his back, sending Andy into a whole new level of frenzy.

You couldn’t resist the orgasm threatening to rock through you any longer, you gave in to the feeling as you arched your back, all kinds of incoherent sounds and words glided out of your lips. Feeling you tighten around him and the sweet sounds you made underneath him made Andy shiver as he slammed into you time and time, the rocking of hips becoming sloppier and rougher with each time.

One of your hands pulled at his hair, the other wrapped tightly around his shoulder, your body shook to his rhythm. His trail of wet kisses down your breasts and the teasing tongue left you purring against him, never wanting this night to come to a stop.

Andy swore under his breath as he pulled out, you drew inhaled sharply at the sudden emptiness, disappointed and needing much more of him. He gave you a look as if to say ‘I know’ before pulling you up and on top of him as he now lay in the position you were in mere seconds ago. You purred against him, peppering kisses on his face, your fingers playing with his tip.

“How does it feel to be teased, Mr. Barber?” Your hand gripped one of his balls, satisfied with the moan you got in response.

“Fuck, ride me, baby girl, come on.” He swallowed once. Twice.

  You positioned yourself, hoovering just above his tip, originally wanting to tease him longer but couldn’t resist the urge to lower yourself down and feel him fill you up once more. Slowly you guided yourself down on his shaft, mouth open as you did so, Andy’s hands cupping your ass and helping you.

Soon you were fucking yourself on him, Andy’s fingers gripping you so tightly you were sure it would leave a mark. You didn’t care.

The downright sinful sounds coming from Andy fueled you to pick up your pace, chasing your orgasm. The eagerness of making Andy cum and please him like the good girl he called you was a close second in terms of motivation.

“Are you tired, huh?” Andy managed to let out, grabbing your ass to push you up and down on him. He pulled you under, kneeling as he kept pushing in and out with his hands holding your knees.

“Shit sweetheart.” His sigh echoed as stars began flying in front of your eyes, hot white pleasure claiming you for the second time, you winced when Andy pulled out sharply, stroking himself and shuddering as he finally reached his own release, white thick ropes of cum splattering on your breasts and stomach.

He looked at you with sparks in his eyes, a dumb grin on his handsome face, you chuckled at his expression. A gentle hand reached out, caressing your cheek with a look full of adoration. No words were needed as you hastily cleaned up yourselves, wanting to go back to one another’s arms without any more delays. You had waited long enough.

You lay your head on his chest as a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, his second hand running through your hair with soft strokes. Your hand lay on his chest too, right above his heart, a tired smile danced on your face as you felt the steady beat of his heart.

Andy looked down slightly at your face, at the happiness he could so easily read, and felt his heart tug with emotion. You were here, in his arms, and he felt so damn lucky.

His.

Andy smiled.

When was the last time he allowed himself to be this happy? Sure, he was happy when he won a case, though it always was shadowed because of the long and exhausting hours he pulled. He was happy at his home, with his family, but the problems of his marriage ran deep and even though he loved Jake with all of his heart, he couldn’t deny the fact that sometimes he dreaded to go home. But now, here, in this moment his heart swell with pure joy and affection towards the young woman he held in his arms. He couldn’t believe it. He used to think maybe he had done something to piss universe off. That’s why things never fully looked up for him.

Maybe the universe wasn’t so bad after all.

“Thank you.” He muttered in a quiet voice, his fingers drawing shapes on your arm.

“For what?” You raised your head slightly to face him. You caught your breath at the sudden closeness, and the way his eyes looked like deep pools of blue you wanted to dive in.

“For everything. For being by my side, I guess. You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

“If it’s anything like how I feel for you, I think I have some idea.” You leaned in to share a slow kiss, unlike those of passion some time ago, this one stirred the deepest of emotions within you. A promise, it was.

You talked of all kinds of things in that embrace, with hushed voices not caused by fear or getting caught, but caused by the level of intimacy. In that moment, where limbs were entangled and pressed together under the god-awful floral print you both laughed about, you didn’t even need words.

You weren’t exactly sure when you fell asleep with your head still resting on Andy’s chest, but you knew when you woke up. You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the dark room, head snapping towards Andy upon the sound hitting your ears. It was faint, sounded like muttering and whimpering, you searched the face of the man laying beside you when it hit you: he was having a nightmare.

“Hey, Andy,” you called out his name softly, “come on, love.” You coaxed him out of sleep, gently running a hand through his hair in the hopes of calming him down. His eyes snapped open with a small gasp, eyes looking around in fear for a split second.

“It’s me,” you got his attention, hard breathing of his chest calming down with your touch, “I got you.”

“Oh, Y/N.” He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. You pulled him close this time, resting his head on your chest as you hugged him, dropping kisses on his head, along his hairline, on the creases that made home above his eyebrows. Just as you thought Andy was back asleep because of his steady breath, he spoke.

“It’s my father.” Was all he needed to say, and you understood him, understood how hard it was for him to open up about the very thing he escaped from confronting his whole life.

“I know, sweetheart. I got you.” You muttered again and again, determined to make him believe and know that you meant what you said. His arms tightened around your waist as you closed your eyes, hand still combing through his soft hair. Neither asleep, you laid there until the first streaks of sun began to invade the room, reminding you both the dreaded car drive back to Newton was closer than you liked. You pushed that thought to the furthest corner of your mind as you turned your focus on the man between your arms, and let sleep wash over you like a cold blanket.

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5 a.m on the dot as I post this, whew! I’m incredibly rusty in smut writing, so help me practice and send some requests, huh? My inbox is open for requests, feedback and all kinds of asks!

[jaeyunluvs]

true family - jj maybank

Requested by @bananablazer20 : Can you do one where the gang (mostly pope and Kiara) come visit and talk to an unconscious jj in the hospital because he got really hurt by his dad. Also if you can have pope’s dad confront Luke at the hospital Basically the gang and pope’s dad being hella protective of jj

a/n: I kinda changed this into more reader based, i asked if i can, and the response was yes so here we go! thank you so much for requesting!

disclaimer: i don’t own the characters, english is not my first language so please let me know if i have mistakes

warnings: mentions of hurt, angst, fluff

“Hey can I get that bathing suit?” A customer asked. You were working in Outer Banks’ only surf shop. You had to earn money because Pogue life wasn’t easy. You wanted to help your family. You had left the Pogues and your boyfriend in the Cheteau this morning, checking up because you weren’t planning on hanging out after working and going to house taking care of your siblings.

The weird thing was no one ever messaged you. Even your boyfriend JJ. He always texted you when you were at work, making sure you knew he was especially because you were worried about his dad and it was calming talking to you.

You were interrupted from your daydream by the customer and you immediately apologized and gave the bathing suit.

After the customer left, you looked at the time. Your shift was ending. You saw your friend Marina, who was going to take your place.

“Hi Mari, whats up?” you asked. You can tell that she has a weird look on her face.

“Hi y/n, I was walking down and I heard from Jacob that there was a guy who was really bad in the hospital. I felt bad that’s all.” Marina explained. You were worried if it was JJ, but you eventually stopped and remembered that the gang was together in the HMS Pogue, chilling and helping Pope’s dad.

“Do you know who it is?” You asked.

“No. But i’ll let you know if I learn” Marina said. You said goodbyes and started walking to your house. You were listening to music then you heard the music stop and a similar ringtone. It was Kie.

“Hi Kie hey-” You were interrupted by worried Kie and Pope.

“Y/N LISTEN TO US! JJ IS IN THE HOSPITAL. HE’S NOT OKAY HE GOT HURT SO BAD” Pope panicked.

“Y/N Please come to the hospital JJ is not okay he’s so bad.” Kie said almost crying. JJ was like a brother she didn’t have. She really cared about him. 

You didn’t say anything just sobbed through the phone.

“Look Y/N where are you? Maybe we can come and get you?” Kie asked more calmly than Pope itself.

“I-I-m i-infront of the harbor. C-can y-you guys get me? Please” you asked with a thin voice.

“We’re there in 5″ Pope answered.

In the 5 minutes, you decided to text JJ maybe it was a stupid idea but you couldn’t think what was making sense or not.

You: Hey 

You: Are you okay?

You: JJ baby? You: Is everything okay?

You: Where are you?

The messages were delivered but it wasn’t answered. A few minutes later you heard a notification.

JJ: Y/N It’s John B

JJ: He’s in the surgery.

JJ: He needs you guys here.

Your eyes started to fill with tears once again, and it was interrupted by a car honking in front of you.

“Y/N?” Kie ran from the car and started to hug you. She tugged you by the arm and got you in the car.

“Hey Y/N” Pope greeted. You can see his puffy eyes too. You loved your gang. It was so cute that Pope was crying letting his emotions go. Kie made him much more better. 

“Hello Y/N, how are you dear” Pope’s dad asked. He loved you. You always helped him with his job and always greeted him. You were always the favorite of the parents from everyone else in the group.

“Hi Mr. Heyward, I’m trying to be better thank you so much.” You half smiled. The road was only you softly crying, resting your head in Kie’s shoulder You were just so worried about him because he was the person you loved. Kie was holding you and holding Pope’s hand with her other hand trying to calm him too.

When you got into the hospital you saw John B in the cafe, getting water. You just ran to him and when he saw you he ran back, hold you. He greeted everyone and finally talked.

“Y/N, he’s upstairs. Let’s go all together” John B stated. The gang were holding yourself to each other, panicking to see hurt JJ. You weren’t sure you could see him like that. Yes, you always took care of him, cleaned his bruises and stuff but this was big enough to have a surgery. 

When you go up to his room, you saw a boy who looked miserable from the damage he got, peacefully sleeping in the hospital bed. You got out from the gang’s presence and slowly walk beside JJ. You sat beside him and started to calmly caressed his cheek. Tears falling from your eyes. You didn’t realize your tears were falling into JJ’s face until you heard him speaking.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked with the huskiest voice you could ever hear. You were in shock so you just hugged him closer and sobbed. The gang couldn’t help but hug too. 

“We thought we lost you, you asshole!” Kie said laughing between crying. She playfully punched JJ arm.

“You scared the hell out of us, man” Pope joined Kie’s laughter.

“It was bad.” John B grinned “But here he is safe!” 

JJ didn’t say anything just smiled at his family. He considered them as their family. He looked at John B, how worried he was but how he didn’t show. He looked at Kiara, his almost sister. Then he looked at Pope, the nervousness was filled in his eyes. Lastly, he looked at you, admired your beauty even your redness in your face. Eyes puffy, wet nose. He didn’t care about it at all. He was with his family and the person he loved the most.

Pope’s dad appeared behind the couple of kids and greeted JJ.

“Hello JJ, I’m happy you’re fine. What happened to you?” Mr. Heyward asked. He really did see JJ as a person who he really admired and like. Yes, he is a bad influence for his kid, but he knows he had some problems by the way he acted and they were the only reason for that.

“Hi Mr. Heyward thanks for checking in. I’m fine, everything is all right.” JJ smiled. Mr. Heyward just stared at the poor boy. He was so calm after all the things he had been gone through. 

After realizing JJ is going to stay at the hospital for a while, Kie and Pope being the most overprotective moms of the group decided to get some food. John B went to get some stuff at JJ’s house. Mr. Heyward saw a friend of his, by that he left too.

You and JJ were alone at the empty hospital staring at each other. You decided to speak up.

“You scared me so much baby” playing with his hair. He had a weak smile but you can see his smile was faltering. His eyes started to fill with tears. You knew worrying you made you feel so bad. He felt so weak, he felt he needed to be the strong one. Once you realized he’s crying you cupped his face.

“Look at me JJ.” You said trying to get his attention. He immediately looks at you with his puppy dog face.

“You, Mr. Strong, you didn’t deserve any of this. You are the strongest person I know and that’s why I love you.” You said. “I know you don’t like to cry in front of me and you think that’s a weakness but it’s not, in fact I find it adorable.” looking at his eyes more carefully. You gently placed your lips into his, feeling the blood in your lips. You two shared a long, passionate kiss that JJ needed so bad. All the things you’ve said really meant to him. After you stopped kissing you said one last thing. 

“JJ I know, you think that nobody loves you, but I do. I love you so much that I would literally die for you” You said. 

“Woah wait right there princess, I don’t wanna end up like Romeo and Juliet, I don’t wanna lose you.” JJ giggled. But that giggle was very geniuine. You were literally the only person who made him feel like the world is the best place.

You couldn’t help but kissed him on the lips again. Until, the kiss was turning into a make out session, Kie entered the room. 

“What are you guys doing?” Kie laughed, placing all the stuff into a table in the hospital room.

“But who could blame them, kissing feels nice am I right?” Pope asked glancing at Kie. Everyone laughed a little when Kie had a blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah bro. I think I should invite Sarah, I don’t want to be the fifth wheel” John B said calling Sarah.

Mr. Heyward wandered inside, looking at the gang. He suddenly felt so proud of his son by finding these people because this gang was a real family.

A little while later JJ’s doctor came. “JJ Maybank?” He asked. 

“Yeah? He replied.

“You’re lucky, you were hurt pretty bad but you’re gonna have to stay here for another two days so we make sure that you’re totally fine, I have to talk about details with your father, is he in the hospital?” Doctor asked.

JJ’s eyes filled with horror “Is it okay, If i don’t invite him?” JJ asked nervousness filling in his voice.

“You’re a minor, we need your legal guardian, which says Luke Maybank, your dad here. Please talk to him and get him here. See you later” Doctor left before he could say anything.

Everyone in the room was confused except you. 

“Who did this to you JJ?” Mr. Heyward asked kind of hesitant knowing this topic could be a really hard topic to talk. JJ didn’t answer the question, he held your hand and looked at you. You can see that he was looking the ‘Should I tell him?’ look. You answered his question by squeezing his hand and sending a reassuring smile.

He took a deep breath “It was my dad.”

Once he said that Kie sobbed and ran to hug JJ. Pope couldn’t help but say many ‘I’m sorry’’s to him. John B, was in shock, couldn’t move where he was staying. A few minutes later, he started to cry and hug JJ.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Kie asked sniffling. 

“Wait is this like, he always hurt you?” Pope asked.

“How do you cover it? How do you always look fine?” John B asked confused.

“Y/N takes care of me.” He looked at you then the gang. Kie couldn’t help but hug you while sobbing again. You had some few tears falling to her temple.

Meanwhile, Mr. Heyward wanted to leave the gang alone, he had to talk to his old friend Luke. He knew he was a bad person but he didn’t think he would so such thing to his own son.

When Mr. Heyward went to see the doctor to talk about the situation, he saw an angry man yelling, while walking to the hospital.

“WHY IS MY “SON” HERE!” JJ’s dad shouted. Mr. Heyward stopped him immediately.

“Luke, the hell? Stop this man! JJ is your son!” He stated calmly before doing anything.

“WHY SHOULD I? HE’S ONLY A SON OF A BITCH” JJ’s dad said not caring about anything. Mr. Heyward did what he had to do. He slapped him on the face.

“If I ever hear you talking shit about JJ, I’ll make you regret it so bad.” Mr. Heyward said. “And oh in fact, you’re the son of a bitch.” He claimed. JJ’s dad was laying on the ground, escaping from the hospital.

When he got into the room, he said something that everyone was shocked. “Ahem, JJ so I decided to be your legal guardian. I don’t care if you live anywhere else, but you saved Pope’s ass and I like you kiddo.” Mr. Heyward said innocently.

JJ managed to get out of the bed and hug Mr. Heyward. Yes, it was kind of weird but he was making a huge change in his life.

“Thank you so much Mr. Heyward that means a lot” JJ said then turning back   to the gang looking at him with a smile.

“It’s okay kid. Let me just go and get those papers.” Mr. Heyward left smiling.

“Now that JJ is looking for a place to stay, you’re staying with me, let’s name it the “Bro Pogue House” John B said.

“Hey! He’s my boyfriend he should stay with me!” You defended yourself.

“Hold up! He’s going to be my brother, he should stay with me.” Pope said hanging an arm around JJ’s shoulders. Kie just smiled knowing his Kook family wouldn’t allow this.

JJ was smiling like an idiot because of all the attention he got. He never been taken care of that much in his life. 

You kissed his cheek, feeling very happy for him. 

“Maybe I should get hurt more often” JJ smirked looking at you. You Kie, Pope and John B started to punch him.

“I swear to god JJ, you’re gonna be the death of us.”

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

Attention

You’re Jacob’s twin and always get the short end of the straw, but your dad gives you no choice but to tell him why you’re such a troublemaker.

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           “Promise me you’ll be good today?” Andy asked, looking over at you. You looked back at him and rolled your eyes as you opened the Audi’s passenger side door.

           “I’ll keep her in line,” your twin sighed.

           “He’ll keep me in line,” you reiterated. Your dad sighed, took a sip of his coffee, and watched the two of you start to walk inside the building. “You really don’t have to watch me, I’ll be fine on my own.”

           “You heard what the principal said, though. You’re one problem away from a suspension.” You walked backwards into the school’s doors, making sure no one was behind you, and watched as your dad pulled away. The two of you used to be close, really close. Actually, you used to be close to both of your parents. And then you started growing up and they picked a side. Jacob’s side. All you really knew was that Jacob was the favorite of the two of you. You were known as the troublemaker, the one who was always doing something wrong even if you thought it was right and nobody would ever listen to you about it. You always got the short end of the straw and you were sick of it. You loved Jacob, he was your best friend, but he was your mind’s worst enemy.

           “I’m really not that much of a bitch, am I?” You asked him. He scoffed.

           “The ninth graders are scared of you, y/n,” he said.

           “As they should be. I’m going to history.” You walked away from your brother and went to the school’s history wing, where your first period was. Jacob did have the same class until about three days in when they decided the two of you shouldn’t be in any classes together because you just talked to one another. You’d ended up in the same English class, though.

           You sat down and looked around to see that none of your friends were there yet. Most of them were usually late since they took the bus – not everyone’s dad was the assistant DA. You and Jacob were some of the luckier ones at Archer, or so you were told, because your parents actually cared. You weren’t sure how true that was, at least about your dad, because he never seemed to unless it was impacting him. Today was going to be an example of that, but it was also going to be the turning point.

           “Hey, little Barber, your daddy put any innocent people away again?” Brett, one of your least favorite people ever, asked from behind you. You turned around and rolled your eyes.

           “Don’t you have anything else to be concerned about? Like your grade or… football or something?” You shot back.

           “Yeah. Like how I’m going to plow the shit out of your brother on the field at flag today.” That was right. It was flag day in gym, meaning they were going to drag your whole grade out onto the field and play capture the flag, which gave an excuse for all of the football players the chance to prey on anyone who wasn’t them. You didn’t stand for that shit, but your brother wasn’t exactly going to stop them.

           “You try that and the only thing getting plowed is your body off the field,” you responded with your arms crossing over your chest. You tried to forget about Brett, and the rest of the people on the football team, as they all sat down behind you. They sat behind you in your other two classes before lunch and you noticed them eyeing you as you went to sit down across from Jacob.

           “Why is half of the football team looking at you like you flashed them in the locker room?” Jacob asked as he drank some milk. You kicked him underneath the table.

           “Because I threatened them.”

           “You know not to…”

           “I’m not going to do anything and they’re not going to do anything, Jake. It’s fine. I promise.”

           “As long as you promise.” You two ate the rest of your lunch and went your separate ways – him going to find Sarah, who he had an insane crush on, and you going to your English classroom. Your daddy issues led you to be good friends with your English teacher, Mr. Marx, and you were supposed to help pass out copies of Catcher In The Rye. You were looking down at some meme Jacob had sent you when you literally ran right into Brett.

           “Whoa, little Barber!” He said. You felt your breath turn to pure fire as you sighed out, kneeling down to pick everything up that you’d dropped. “Better watch yourself.”

           “Yeah, you too.” You rolled your eyes and started walking away, toward the classroom, and for a few minutes you forgot all about Brett. You saw Jacob sit down a few minutes later and went to sit beside him, at least until the bell rang that it was time for the capture the flag game.

           You were lucky. You were on Jacob’s team, thankfully, because the person who was choosing knew that the two of you had some kind of twin telepathy. You were against Brett, which gave you the chance to kick his ass.

           “Come on, little Barber. Daddy’s not here to protect you now. You and your big brother are all alone now, and nothing is going to stop us from stomping on the two of you like a couple of cockroaches.” That was it. You’d had enough of the taunting, enough of the teasing, enough of the fucking bullying. Something just rose up inside of you and your fist collided with Brett’s face.

           “Miss Barber!” One of the coaches yelled, grabbing your hands and putting them behind your back like you were about to be handcuffed. “Miss Barber, that is enough!”

           “No, I don’t think so!” You said loudly, lunging back at Brett. He was laughing, even as his nose was bleeding, and he wiped the blood away.

           “You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that,” Brett said. You rolled your eyes and walked to the principal’s office, right through the double doors and right into the actual office. The coach sat you down in one of the chairs and walked off, leaving the principal to tell you how things were going to go.

           “Who am I calling? Your mom or your dad?”

           “My dad, I guess,” you shrugged. Usually it was him that dealt with things like this since the courthouse wasn’t too far from school. He was also a lot nicer to you than your mom was, and the earlier he came home the later she was able to work. You watched as the principal called your dad and hung the phone up after he said he was coming.

           “So you’ve progressed from acting out in class to punching other students?”

           “A natural progression, don’t you think?” You said, crossing your arms against your chest. You heard the bell ring and not a minute later, your brother was walking in there, still in his gym clothes.

           “What did you do, Y/n?” He asked you. You could tell that he was angry.

           “I punched him because he was being an asshole.” You looked behind you to see that he was looking at the principal.

           “Mr. Barber, you should go back to class. Your father will be here soon too deal with your sister.” Jacob looked at you this time. You nodded and he left, turning and walking out of the office. “Miss Barber, you do realize that this is a suspension?”

           “A suspension? You’re kidding me, right? He provoked me. I didn’t just try to break a guy’s nose!”

           “You did break his nose, regardless of your intention,” the principal said.

           “I’m not saying anything else until my dad gets here,” you replied, sitting back in the chair, arms crossed.

           “Fine by me.” The principal left you in the room, probably to go complain to one of the ladies at the front office who just agreed with everything he said because he was kind of creepy, and you sat there. You texted Jacob back, saying apparently you were getting suspended, and he only responded that your mom was probably going to be pissed. You were counting on your dad being a little less angry at you. He always understood. You just hoped this wasn’t an exception to that.

           Your dad walked in a few minutes later, obviously not happy, in his suit and tie. He sat down beside you, barley looking at you twice, and the principal walked in behind him. Then he adjusted his seat at his desk, turned his computer monitor the other way, and glared at you. He looked from you to your father and then back again, finally sighing and clasping his hands together.

           “So, Miss Barber, are you going to explain what happened to your father?”

           “Brett kept attacking me, verbally, until I lost my temper. Apparently I broke his nose.” Your father turned toward you, a look of disgust on his face.

           “You what?”

           “Did you even hear me? He was attacking me all day, he always does and he always gets away with it because he’s a linebacker and they get away with everything,” you explained further, hoping that your father would just fucking listen to you. But he wasn’t having any of it. He glared at you, rubbing his temples, and shook his head.

           “I’m proposing a one week’s suspension for her. Her brother can get all of her work for her, but for the next week she is not allowed to step foot on school property. And on top of that, she’s going to write a letter to Brett explaining that she’s sorry for breaking his nose.” You sighed.

           “Un-fucking-believable,” you muttered under your breath.

           “LANGUAGE!” Your father turned to you and grabbed onto your arm. “I need to get you home before your mom starts to wonder.”

           “But I-” You started to say. But your father yanked you up, barely giving you enough time to take your backpack with you, and nearly pushed you out of the school. His car was parked right in front of the doors and you got in, kind of afraid to hear what he was going to say. He drove aggressively, even by his standards, and pulled into the house a little bit father than he normally would. You didn’t want him to talk to you, so you tried to get your key out. But he came up behind you and pressed his palm to the kitchen door. You looked behind you before letting the door swing open.

           “What the hell, Y/n?” Your dad asked you.

           “I don’t want to talk about it. I already tried and you didn’t listen to me.” You started walking up the stairs, trying to prove your point, but your dad wasn’t in the mood for games. He ushered you over to the couch, all but making you sit down, and you could tell that he was absolutely fuming as he walked back and forth.

           “Why would you do that, Y/n? You already knew you were on thin ice with us. You know your mother was looking at boarding schools for you? So we could keep you out of trouble?”

           “If you’d listen to me you would know that I didn’t just punch him to punch somebody!” You said over him. Tears were coming to your eyes and you knew you were about to break down and cry even though you didn’t want to. You wanted to stop being such a crybaby at everything.

           “So you’re telling me you did this, for what? To get attention?”

           “No, I did it because he was bullying me and Jake and he wouldn’t leave me alone! I just got mad and I reacted.”

           “You just reacted. Right,” he said, hands on his hips, shaking his head. “This isn’t a reaction, Y/n, this is assault.”

           “I didn’t do it just to do it! I’m sorry!”

           “Sorry isn’t good enough!” You stood up then, tears in your eyes, and walked away. You knew that wasn’t what he meant. You knew he meant that you weren’t good enough. He never saw the good things you did, only the bad, so why would this be any different? Why would he actually fucking listen to you this one time?

           You slammed your bedroom door and slung your backpack onto the floor, making sure you didn’t hit your laptop, and you took out your phone. You opened up the text messages between you and Jacob – Week’s suspension. Dad still won’t listen to me.

           A whole week? It’s not even that bad!

           That’s what I said! He hates me J.

           He doesn’t hate you.

           He thinks I’m doing it to get attention.

           You are doing it to get attention.

           Not like that! The blue bubble said that Jacob was typing for another few seconds before you got a ping.

           I’ll talk to him when I get home. Mom said she’d be late so maybe everything will be fine when she gets home.

           Thanks. You shut your phone off, knowing that your dad was probably going to do something crazy like log into your account and try to say that you were planning all of this all along, just to get his attention. You kind of were, but not in the way that he thought. You just wanted him to fucking listen to you about this, to listen to why you had punched the guy instead of focusing on the fact that you’d done it.

           You heard the door open and shut in another few minutes and looked at your phone, realizing Jacob must be home. You didn’t even notice you were crying until you wiped your tears away. You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom, crying, and you were absolutely ridiculous. All of this over a stupid bully, but all of it came down to the simple fact that your dad just didn’t listen to anything you said. And if he couldn’t even listen to you about this, what would he listen about?

           You couldn’t really hear what was going on downstairs, but there was no yelling. Of course there wasn’t. Sometimes you thought that maybe things would be better if it was just your parents and Jacob – no you, no problems. That’s what you were, to all of them, even if Jacob didn’t want to admit it. A problem. A big fucking problem.

           There was a knock on your door a few minutes after that and your father walked in, looking at you on the floor, and he sighed. He took a seat across from you, crossing his legs, leaning his back up against your bed. He looked you up and down, noticing that you’d been trying to be quiet and there were little half-moon shapes on your arms from your fingernails digging into your skin. He noticed that you were crying.

           “Jacob told me what that guy said to you.” You sniffled.

           “What, that the kid called us cockroaches? Or said that Daddy wasn’t around to protect us? Or the cracks that he makes all the time and expects me to be okay with it?” Your dad sighed.

           “He didn’t tell me all of that.”

           “I can’t believe that it took him telling you for you to stop hating me.” Your father thought about it for a minute, eyebrows furrowing, and shook his head.

           “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you from the beginning. But I’m listening now, so tell me what happened.”

           “I just lost it. And I knew I would be in trouble because he never gets in trouble, for anything he does. And he does this all the time, not just to me and Jake. He does it to everyone. And I just got really really mad. And then the principal didn’t listen to me, and you thought I was just doing it for attention, which brings us back to the fact that you don’t listen to me. You never listen to me. And the only reason you are now is because Jacob is making you, because let’s be honest, everything would be so much better if I wasn’t such a problem.”

           “A problem? Sweetie, you’re not a problem.”

           “Then why won’t you listen to me? Why do you always assume I’m the one to throw the first punch?”

           “I don’t know. Maybe it’s easy to believe that you’d be mad at us instead of some other kid. But that’s our fault. That’s my fault for not listening to you and believing you. But that also doesn’t change the fact that you got physically violent with a kid just because he talked you into it.” You nodded, knowing that he was right.

           “I don’t know if I’m doing it for attention or not, but maybe if you’d pay me some I would know.” Your dad reached his arm out for you to come hug him so you did, leaning against him as he hugged you to his side.

           “I’m sorry, sweetie. But you still can’t punch him. Even if he is a stupid linebacker.”

           “I know. I just got mad.”

           “You’ll have to work on that.” You both sat there for a few more minutes before your mom’s car door shut and your dad sighed. “I’ll go talk to your mom. Everything’s gonna be fine, okay?”

           “Okay.” You watched him leave your room and sniffled once again, ready to face your mom the same way you’d faced your dad. Jacob walked into the open doorway, leaning against the frame.

           “I didn’t hear any yelling. Is everything okay?”

           “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to get out! I’m having a lot of family things going on at once so I haven’t been able to write. I hope you like it still!!

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[cauls-antique-pepperbox-pistol]

Spoilers for pretty much all of the past books!!

List of what I wanna see and what I don’t wanna see in the next book

I love the idea of Myron maybe having saved Jacob and Noor by teleporting them out of V’s loop. So maybe at the very beginning there are a few lines hinting at something or someone saving them or whatever. Like a huge hand is closing around them and they assume it’s Caul, but it was actually Myron—and boom they’re at Abe’s house (credits to @shibibble for the idea with the hand) (also yes I know Ransom Riggs has read a bit of the beginning in his first livestream I think? But yeah, so ahaha we’ll see)

Just Myron coming back in general. I’d kill for another family reunion

Myron and Miss P talking again!! Very important!! I want them to get along at least a tiny bit

Where is my boy PT—the last time he was mentioned was when Myron had to leave him outside the library cause PT wouldn’t fit through the entrance and now I’m scared he died in the collapse

Where is Kim? In LoS at the end they were even searching for him for a moment, which made his vanishing sound important

Okay but I’d find it so funny if Caul heard of that theatre play of the Battle of Devil’s Acre and will be forcing that peculiar theatre group to perform in front of him and the whole time he’s interrupting the play like “boring!” or “is that supposed to be me?” while eating popcorn or something, I dunno what a giant tree monster would like to eat. Meanwhile the peculiars are performing, while badly trembling with fear

What I would also really love is if the book ended with Jacob being a couple of years older and telling his story to a bunch of young peculiars, so that the whole series was basically him telling his story (so he does what Miss P and Miss Cuckoo suggested him to do in AMoD, cause I think years later he’d be ready to share his story. Like sorry, but I don’t think that only two months later he should already open up about all this, even though he still has to deal with it himself)

UHM PLEASE GIVE JACOB AND THE OTHERS THERAPY PLS!! OR ALL OF PECULIARDOM, ESPECIALLY THE KIDS. But peculiar therapists, cause normal therapists will just be like “damn you crazy”. Peculiar therapists know that all these “crazy” things are an everyday thing but that they can be traumatising. Well the wights shooting, kidnapping, killing people is definitely traumatising, there’s no denying that

Caul PLEASE NOT being defeated just by being sent to some inaccessible dimension again (I already have a whole scene with him being defeated in my head and I hate it, cause it makes me have very specific expectations lmao, but I will probably talk about that in a future post)

Murnau better be back, he was an asshole but a badass

More about Abe, that was the very thing that opened the story of this trilogy after all

Jacob maybe actually succeeding to explain everything to his parents. I feel like he hasn’t completely given up on that, or if he has, he shouldn’t (also he left their car in Abe’s garage in AMoD 👀 what if that will lead to his parents finding out all that about Abe)

I wanna see the kids’ peculiarities at their peaks. At least the ones that can improve like Hugh, Emma, Enoch, Fiona, Noor and Jacob. Imagine Enoch leading a VERY big army of dead people/animals like he never did before for example. That’d be epic. Or, I don’t know, Jacob controls even more than 11 (?) hollows like he did in LoS. Like 20 maybe, or even 30

Noor’s character getting explored more

Maybe more about the Bentham siblings 👀 I feel like that’s another reason why Caul was brought back into the story

Hopefully the apocalypse spreads into the normal world too and not only peculiardom. I mean bad for THEM, but hehe exciting content for the readers. Also in TCoTB in chapter 3 Miss Peregrine says that if a war or something broke out NOW, it would be too hard to cover or make the normals forget/manipulate their memories. And after all Caul was also talking about how oh! Back then! They used to rule over normals! And how they were at the head of the human table! Pretty sure that that’s what he wants

Some epic, scary interactions between Caul and Jacob, because as I said in some previous post, I think their rivalry is becoming very real just now, becoming personal and oh shit

I think we can all agree that we all very badly want to see more of the girl and her plushie? Pensevus who were in the epilogue of TCoTB

I’m scared Myron’s house could get destroyed in the next book, so uhm yes hello pls don’t do that Mr. Riggs

I wanna see Jacob get mad at Caul ngl. I know Caul is some scary giant tree man now, but let’s just ignore that and let Jacob go apeshit on Caul, he deserves it after everything that happend

Any old side character tbh. Like Mother Dust and Reynaldo!! Addison!!

Alright, I think that was it. Or no, I don’t. Cause I know there’s still something I didn’t mention here, but I can’t think of it at the moment :,) maybe I’ll add it later on or not, cause I don’t want to reblog this a million times and have this LOONG post pop on ya’lls dashboard again and again

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Hey, Bully

Summary: Uninhibited and happy-go-lucky Hannah Austin had thought she’d get through high school free from any worries and problems. But then she meets a guy who made her heart beat in a crazy way like never before. The same guy who was also determined to keep breaking it. Despite that, can Hannah endure losing him to protect herself from a big heartbreak? Or can she trust him with her heart again?

Third cry

“He’s here,” I told Skull in near tears when we got to the balcony. “I don’t know why but he’s here.”

Skull grabbed my shoulders. “Calm down, Hannah. Calm down.”

A tear escaped my eye and I brushed it away. “Terry said he wouldn’t be here. She said that his parents told her when they RSVP’d that he was busy with university to come.”

“How many glasses of wine did you have, Hannah?”

A laugh bubbled out of my throat. “I don’t know? A bottle maybe? I sneaked one from the table because I... I needed liquid courage, Skull. He caught me so off-guard that I didn’t know what to do.”

Another tear fell down my cheek and Skull’s arms went around me, pulling me close to him. I sniffled and buried my face into his chest.

“I’m going to ruin your suit,” I mumbled wetly.

“It’s alright,” he mumbled back. “I’ll hold you until you get yourself together, Hannah. And I’ll stay by your side. All night. I won’t let you out of my sight and I won’t let him near you again.”

“You know something about him, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer. I had a feeling that he knew more than he let on. But I didn’t ask further. Because I was in so much pain that it was all I could think of. It made the tears keep falling down my face and my body went slack on Skull.

I lost time, not knowing how much time had slid by, not caring as I cried. Until I started to care. Because this was Terry’s birthday party. I couldn’t ruin my bestfriend’s special day by freaking out like this.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to compose myself.

“You never really forgot him, did you?” I heard Skull say.

Fresh pain sliced through me. My body jerked with it and Skull’s arms gave me a squeeze.

I lifted my head to look at him.

“How can I?” I cried out. “When he’s everywhere I go?”

- - - - - - - - - -

I didn’t pine over Asshole Will.

I refused to pine over people who hurt me.

In front of everyone, I was still the same cheerful Hannah that they all knew. Even alone, I forced myself to cheer up, that a lot of people had it worse than me. I only had a broken heart. Leon, Terry and Skull had it worse. Hell, even eternally pissed Rohan had it worse than me.

So I wasn’t going to dwell on my pain. I was going to move on. I was definitely going to forget about him. Especially since I was getting busy with college applications and actually studying so I could graduate senior year. I even already made plans with Sophia since our first university choices were the same. So yes, I was going to forget about him just like he asked me too.

But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t.

How could I when I kept meeting and seeing him?

My mother had partnered with one of the Carters’ restaurant chains during the summer to cater for her company and promote our jewelry brand. It was a year long special event where people would share photos of the company’s event space inside the restaurants on social media to enjoy complimentary drinks and food. And my mother had forced me to oversee the creative installations, saying it was practice for when I would be working for our company and because I was good at art.

I had wanted to do it at first. But when she told me whose restaurant chain it was going to be, I balked at the idea. Still, she pretty much nagged at me to do it until I relented.

- - - - - - - - - -

“You told me you didn’t see him whenever you had to go and work,” Skull said in a disapproving voice.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” I muttered. Ever since the last time I cried on his shoulder, he had made it his mission to take care of me. He had my back the rest of junior year and throughout senior year. And I was afraid I’d disappoint him if I tell him that I wasn’t completely over Will.

“I’ll worry, yeah,” Skull told me, patting my back. “But I’ll trust you.”

I smiled at him. Then went on with my story.

- - - - - - - - - -

The next time I saw Will again, it took everything in me not to run out of the restaurant.

I didn’t know whether he knew I was here, he was talking to the manager near the counter, but if he approached me I wouldn’t know what to do.

Somehow, I had managed to put on a serene expression on my face and tried to put my complete focus on making sure that the sterling silver designs were where they were supposed to be. Only when my job was done did I allow myself to search for him. And luckily, he was gone.

The second time was a week later at another branch of their restaurant chain. He kept watching me while drinking coffee across the room. I felt his stare bore into my back as I worked around and I desperately prayed he would leave.

Wasn’t he supposed to be at Harvard? Sure, it was just like a couple of hours away by car maybe but wasn’t he supposed to be busy? A lot of people did say college was no walk in the park.

But it seemed that that wasn’t true. Because we kept meeting. I kept seeing him. Everytime I went to the restaurants during the weekends to work, he was there, watching me.

I didn't understand why the universe was doing this to me. When I wanted to be near him, the universe conspired to keep him away. Now that I wanted to forget him, the universe was mocking me by letting me see him all the damn time.

And where was Elaine? His girlfriend? More than once, I had overheard the restaurant staff gossip about him and his family but Elaine’s name never came up. Had they already broken up?

Not that it was my business. He wasn’t my business anymore.

- - - - - - - - - -

“What did Terry and Sophia say about this?” Skull asked as he juggled to keep the compact mirror steady in his hand while the other held my small make-up bag. “You did tell them about him right?”

“Hold it still, will you?” I asked as I put on a fresh coat of lipstick. I couldn’t go back to the party looking like a wreck. “And yeah. I did. Because they both started to notice how much I dreaded doing my job at the restaurants and since Terry knows who owns said restaurants, she put two and two together and figured I wasn’t really over Will.”

“She must be unhappy.”

“Very unhappy. I made her promise not to keep secrets from me ever again and yet I wasn’t doing the same.” I reached out to make Skull lift the mirror higher and checked my appearance. “She called Sophia over for an emergency sleep over and I told them everything over buckets of ice cream and junk food. Then she nagged me about how I should be professional and forget Will while Sophia hand-fed me spoonful after spoonful of ice cream and told me that maybe Will still liked me. That maybe, like Leon, he had some circumstances that was preventing him from being real with me.”

Skull laughed. “Terry nagged her too, didn’t she?”

I straightened. “She did,” I said dryly. “Terry said that Will didn’t have a past trauma like Leon. That he needs to man up. Because if he doesn’t and if he keeps hurting me, she’d do something about it.”

“Terry’s only concerned of you.”

“She is,” I nodded. “But I don’t want her doing something about it. She might make things worse.”

Skull sighed when I finally permitted him to lower the mirror. Leaning against the balustrade, he asked, “What happened next with Asshole Will?”

- - - - - - - - - -

“You’re very beautiful, did you know that?” a man told me with a slight leer. “Do you want to have a drive with me later?”

I resisted the urge to knee him where the sun didn’t shine. Because was he seriously hitting on me right now? I knew who he was. And I knew he was very married considering that I had seen him put his wedding ring inside his pocket when he was approaching me. And I knew he was a total sleazebag.

My mother was holding another one of her company dinner parties. A lot of her clients had been invited and this sleazy bastard’s wife was one of my mother’s biggest client. My mother would probably break out into hives if I disregarded protocol and take this sleaze down. So I went on trying to be civil and cordial to him even though it was killing me.

“No, thank you,” I replied. “Now if you will excuse me, I have to go. My mother’s looking for me.”

I tried to walk past him but he had a hand on my arm. “What do you want? Money? Jewelry? Because I can give you everything you want and more if you keep me company tonight.”

He must be joking. I was probably richer than this sleazy bastard.

He must have taken my silence as agreement because he tried to pull me close to him, even tried to take a peek through the top of my dress. I thought about screaming, to hell with protocol but then Will appeared like a knight-in-shining armor that I didn’t need.

“Please keep your hands off our guest, Mr. Jacobs,” he said in a tone with underlying anger and threat. “Or else, I might be moved to remove them myself.”

Laughing nervously, sleazy bastard let me go and lifted his hands up. “We were just talking about jewelry, William.”

“And may I remind you that it’s my cousin’s best friend who you are married to,” Will told him sharply. That piqued my interest. I thrived on gossip and drama. “So if I catch you removing your ring again--”

“Alright, alright,” sleazy bastard pulled on his ring in panic. “I’ll... I’ll see you around, William.”

Then he was gone. Leaving me and Will alone for the first time together.

“Is this your restaurant too?” I asked after a long moment of silence.

“It is,” I heard him say.

Damn it to hell. How many restaurant chains did this guy’s family exactly own?

“You probably think I deserve that,” I said bitterly. “For wearing a low cut dress—.”

“Are you alright?”

My eyes flew to him. There was concern on his face, concern and anger. I wanted to laugh. Because why now? Why was he concerned for me now?

But instead, I stared at him.

And stupidly said, “I missed you.”

I watched him close his eyes. So slow that it seemed like years had passed before they closed.

“Did you miss me, Will?”

He didn’t answer.

“It’s an easy question, you know,” I said through the pain in my chest. “A simple yes or no would suffice.”

His eyes opened. He looked at me. But he still didn’t give me the answer I wanted.

Because despite myself, I had secretly hoped that one day, he might approach me while I was working in his restaurant and ask me out for coffee. Or just ask how I was doing. Or tell me that he was sorry. That it wasn’t just me. That he liked me too.

The entire past months, I had been under the assumption that maybe he was always watching me because he liked me as much as I liked him. That he still needed time to break through whatever it was that was holding him back.

But it was clear now. He really didn’t think much of me.

I forced myself to smile at Will.

Because I didn’t deserve this.

“I hope I’ll never see you again,” I told him with all the sincerity I could muster.

Then I turned around and left him.

- - - - - - - - - -

“So you never saw him again?” Skull clarified.

I shrugged. “For weeks, I didn’t. But tonight...”

“Did you talk?” he asked when I trailed off. “Before you downed the wine bottle?”

Tears pricked my eyes once more when I nodded.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I don’t understand why you have to bring the brats,” I told my mother. She was trying to keep my excited younger siblings still and was holding on to them to make sure they wouldn’t run off. “Where’s Dad?”

My mother sighed. “He’s coming. He got caught by traffic.”

“I look pretty in this dress, right Hannah?” Lyza, my younger sister by four years, worriedly asked, holding up her skirt.

I smiled at her. “Of course, you are. I chose that dress for you, remember?”

Someone tugged on my hand and I looked down to see the youngest, Ivy. “I look like a princess, right?” she asked after she took her thumb out of her mouth.

Before I could answer, Alfie, the third Austin child, spoke with a sneer on his face, “She doesn’t look like a princess. She looks like a toad.”

That was the wrong thing to say. “Take that back, Alfie!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s not cause a scene,” our mother admonished them.

But the brats had already began their quarrel. Lyza and I exchanged glances and quickly sneaked away, knowing that it would escalate soon. Lyza found her friends and went giggling off somewhere with them. Terry and John were still in the receiving line of the party and the others had yet to arrive so I mingled with some friends from school as I waited for them.

I was admiring the tall champagne tower at the corner of the ballroom when someone spoke behind me.

“Hannah.”

That voice made me freeze on the spot. I could feel the thumping of a heart somewhere in my chest again for the first time in weeks.

“Can we talk?”

Slowly, I turned my head. It was Will. Handsomer than before. Wearing a black suit that made his blue almost purple eyes stand out.

“I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see you again,” I said in a shaky voice.

“You did. But I need to tell you—.”

“I don’t care,” I cut-in sharply. I whirled around to face him fully. “I don’t care anymore. You had so many chances to tell me whatever you needed to tell me. And I’m done. You’ll just keep apologizing anyway and then brush me off again. Go back to your Elaine. Don’t talk to me anymore.”

“We weren’t dating.”

I drew in breath.

“Elaine and I, we weren’t dating each other, Hannah,” he repeated, his eyes glittering and searing into me. “She lied.”

Too late. It was a little too late for him to tell me this.

“I have a lot explaining to do. And I’m hoping you’d give me a chance to—.”

“Break my heart again?” I snapped.

He immediately shook his head. “No. If you’ll let me—”

“No,” I cut him off again. “No more. No more of your apologies. No more of you.”

“Please, Hannah.” He tried to reach for me but I stepped away from him. “Please let me explain.”

“I wish I’d never met you,” I told him vehemently through the lump in my throat. “I wish you’d never helped me at the park. I wish that I never fell in love with you. I wish… God, I wish you just didn’t exist. So please. Do me a favor and don’t appear in front of me again.”

He grabbed my arm when I tried to leave. “Hannah, I lo—.”

I pushed his hand off and ran away before I could hear the rest of what he was going to say. Before I could do something stupid. Before I cave.

Before I forgive him again.

- - - - - - - - - -

“You keep a mean grudge,” Skull pointed out.

“I guess I do,” I admitted.

“Sophia had a point though. Maybe Will had some circumstances that’s stopping himself—.”

“Don’t,” I cut him off painfully. “I don’t want to think about maybes and ifs anymore. That would only make me hope. And I’m tired of hoping.”

Skull understood that. The feeling that he knew more than he let on crept on me again but I pushed that thought away.

“But why now?” I asked bitterly as I stared at the balcony doors. “Why is he pushing himself towards me? When I think I have almost forgotten about him, he appears. Why wouldn’t he leave me alone? Why is my stupid heart still yearning for him?”

“The heart never forgets people like that.”

My gaze jerked to Skull. He was looking at the ground with small, melancholic smile on his lips.

“You never forget people like that.”

I let out a cynical laugh. ���Even if those people don’t deserve our love?”

Skull lifted his head.

“Unfortunately,” he answered.

Then I remembered.

Skull too had an unrequited love with someone.

And looking at the expression on his face, he never really forgot about her. He never really moved on. Which was why he never gave me the same advise as Terry. That I need to move on. Because he understood all too well the feeling of liking someone who would never like you back.

“Whoever she is, she sucks,” I told him loyally. “Because if I wasn’t in love with Will, I might have fallen for you.”

He laughed low and shook his head. “I know. I’m just too irresistible.”

I slapped his shoulder. “I’m serious,” I hissed, leaning towards him. “Because you’re a great guy. Even though you can be such a dick, you are.”

This time, his laughter was much more genuine and I smiled.

After awhile, we returned to the ballroom, the both of us forcing smiles through the pain in our hearts.

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[silverynight]

Prompt: everyone at the ministry forgot Newt's birthday (even Newt) and the morning of his birthday his desk or office is FLOODED with gifts and letters and owls or whatnot and everyone is trying to figure out why&Newt starts crying at this photo book that Queenie made of Newt's time at MACUSA(the cover is a picture ofNewt,Graves,Tina,Queenie and Jacob!) the letters are from everyone from MACUSA even serphina! Then some asshole pureblood upsets Newt by being mean&Theseus comes and kicks his ass

I’d like to write this as a continuation of the last one I posted about Theseus and Newt. Here’s the link to the first Chapter

***

Where home is

Chapter 2

It’s been a month since Newt came back to England and he’s also been working for the Ministry. He believes he got the job mostly because of his brother ‘cause honestly nobody in there seems to care that much for magical creatures.

Still he does what he can.

He also knows he’s not liked very much inside the Ministry (he’s so different and doesn’t stay at any place for too long), but at least he’s respected and that’s just because Theseus Scamander is his brother.

He misses New York, well… actually he just misses his friends. But his home is in England as Theseus reminds him very often, besides, it’s not that bad at least his brother is always with him.

And Theseus… He’s always been so kind and patient with him. Newt knows he doesn’t deserve that because he’s constantly been the disappointment of the Scamander’s family. His parents thought that, but not Theseus… he’s the only one who always have been encouraging him to do whatever he wants. That’s why after their parents passed away he was glad that his brother became his official guardian.

That’s why he thanks Merlin to have a brother like him. A brother that sometimes seems to think about him first rather than himself.

So it’s not really a surprise to him when he walks in the kitchen in the morning and sees the table full of blueberry pancakes. His favourites.

Right, it’s his birthday.

Newt can’t stop the smile forming on his face when Theseus hugs him and kisses him on his curly hair.

“So… What do you want to do tonight?” Theseus asks. “We can go wherever you like to celebrate!”

Newt bites his lip. He knows Theseus would enjoy going to a pub or something like that, but he doesn’t find appealing to be around strangers and honestly he prefers to study and take care of creatures.

“I was thinking… I-I mean… The muggles have places they call animal shelters and they keep injured or weak non-magical creatures in there and I’d like to go to one of them and learn more about how they help them.” Newt blurts out, a flush spreading all over his cheeks. He remembers family dinners and how their parents used to scold at him for liking such things instead of being more ‘normal’.

Theseus doesn’t seem angry or irritated when Newt looks up at him, instead his lips quirk into a genuine smile.

“Of course! I told you, we can do anything you want,” he assures. “I have an idea. How about we go to the Ministry for a couple of hours and then go to find that animal shelter of yours.”

“I can’t, my boss doesn’t let anybody go till eight,” Newt explains.

But then, there’s a mischievous smirk on Theseus face when he says “don’t worry, little bird, leave your boss to me.”

And that’s one of the things that always make Newt wonder how much power does his brother really has in the Ministry of Magic.

***

Of course none of his colleagues remembers it’s his birthday, it doesn’t really matter anyway because he never liked them that much.

So that isn’t what makes him burst into tears. No, that’s not it.

He starts crying when he reaches his desk and sees all the gifts and letters from New York. And he sobs even more when he opens the album Queenie made for him with all the pictures of his friends at MACUSA. There’s Jacob too and Mr Graves, even though Newt never met him (because he was still unconscious when he left), but he looks better.

“Please do us a favor and go back to New York,” Fergus Fleamont comments. He’s leaning over his desk looking at him with disgust.

He always stares at him like that, but Newt’s used to people’s annoyed glares so he decided to keep that from his brother.

He wasn’t aware of how much Fleamont seemed to hate him till that morning.

Newt tries to ignore him.

“It must be a disappointment to a wizard as known as Theseus Scamander to have a brother like you. Even your parents were ashamed of you, everyone talked about that.”

He looks at the ground, letting the words to sink in his mind and somehow they start to make sense.

“But look, kid. Just think about what I say. I think your brother would appreciate if you put some distance between the two of you… I mean I know I wouldn’t want to be linked to a man that caused a disaster in New York. You really are a walking mess, aren’t you?”

Newt resists the temptation to nod and looks up just to catch a flash of light after the corner of his eye and realizing Fleamont fell to the ground.

“Are you okay?” Theseus asks looking at Newt’s face with a worried expression.

“Yes,” he manages to say and tries to stop himself from sobbing even more.

Theseus smiles caresses his cheek with his thumb.

“You know you can tell me if you don’t want me here you can say it, right?” Newt breathes and tries to calm himself down.

“What? Who said I didn’t-” he begins but stops as soon as he realizes. Theseus turns to look at the terrified figure on the ground who seems even more scared now that has the auror’s full attention on him. “I see.”

“L-look, Mr Scamander it was just a little joke, I didn’t really m-mean it,” Fleamont babbles, putting his hands up in surrender.

“He was crying when I got here,” Theseus reminds him almost with a growl. “You made him suffer…”

“'Seus, please,” Newt takes him by the arm.

Luckily, Dodge, his boss, arrives then and glares at Fleamont.

“What’s going on?”

But just when Newt’s about to say ‘Nothing, everything’s fine’ his brother steps in.

“He insulted my little brother,” Theseus explains.

“Don’t worry, Sir… I’ll take care of it,” Dodge tells them without asking any further about the situation just accepting the auror’s word on it.

“Fire him.”

Newt almost squeaks then because that was a direct order. An order that the head of another Department decides to follow.

“Of course, Sir.”

“I think that’s too much, 'Seus,” he says but it’s too late because Dodge takes Fleamont by the arm and they both walk out of the room.

“C'mon, little one. Let’s go visit that animal shelter,” Theseus offers and takes his brother’s hand.

But Newt shakes his head.

“I just want to go home,” he sighs.

“What? Why? You were very excited about the shelter…”

“I-I still am, it’s just that I don’t want to go today. Can we stay home and watch movies instead?”

“Whatever your heart wants,” Theseus tells him and puts a hand around his shoulders. “I’ll make cocoa. But I think I’m gonna kill that bastard first.”

Newt giggles.

“That’s not very appropriate coming from a senior auror working for the Ministry, 'Seus” he comments. “If you do it, you’ll have to take yourself to Azkaban.”

Theseus winks at him.

“That won’t happen. I make the rules around here, they’ll forgive me.”

Newt burst into laughter and feels his heart warming up again.

***

When they get back to Theseus’ house, his older brother gives him the gift he was saving for the night.

It’s a rare and beautiful book about basilisks. A book he’s been looking for since forever and thought he would never find.

He thanks his brother and sits comfortably on the couch unable to wait a second longer to start reading it.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Theseus informs and Newt barely nods in response.

He hears Theseus chuckle even from there.

But he also hears a knock at the door. Intrigued, since Theseus hasn’t had any visitors since Newt arrived, he rises from the couch and opens the door.

“Uh… Hello? Mr Graves?” Newt blurts out, confused of seeing the American auror there.

Graves blinks at him for a few seconds before he can react. Then his lips quirk up into a full grin.

“You must be Newt Scamander… I mean… I have seen you, in pictures. Miss Goldstein keeps showing them to me and I… They told me what you did for me and I wanted to say thank you,” Graves manages to explain, but it isn’t quite clear to Newt yet. But of course he ignores that feeling because he’s more interested in asking about Tina and Queenie. He assumes he can’t talk about Jacob since he’s a muggle and probably Graves still thinks he has been obliviated.

Newt smiles back at him and he’s about to let him in, when Theseus walks in between them, blocking Newt’s view with his body.

Theseus points at Graves with his wand like he’s about to attack him. The other auror arches an eyebrow in surprise, but doesn’t move away.

“During the war… When I lost almost all my regiment and one of my soldiers took his own life in front of us I told you-”

“You told me you understood why a man could do such thing,” Graves interrupts.

“But I also explained why I’d never do it myself,” Theseus continues. “I gave you a reason. What was it?”

“You said you’d never do something like that because you had Newt,” the auror answers. “Because he was at home waiting for you to come back to him.”

Theseus nods in approval and steps aside.

“You can come in,” he invites the other auror.

When they’re back in the living room, Graves pulls a little teacup out of his coat.

“Miss Goldstein told me it was your birthday so I brought you this,” he says while he gives Newt the cup.

The magizoologist squeaks in delight when he sees the tiny baby occamy looking up at him from the cup.

“We found it in a basement, some wizards were trafficking with them,” he continues and for a moment looks sad. “We couldn’t save the rest.”

Newt feels his heart a little cold at the words, still he looks at the occamy and pets her head. She lets him and closes her eyes.

“I managed to convince Picquery to let me give it to you, because I thought it’d be better with you. You care about them.”

Newt knows he’s grinning from ear to ear when he turns his head to Mr Graves. He makes an effort this time and makes eye contact with him.

Then suddenly Graves’ face is covered by a deep blush. Or maybe is just the way the light is coming from the window that makes Newt imagine things.

He puts the cup in Theseus’ hands; his brother is confused by that, but doesn’t protest.

Then Newt walks right towards Graves and hugs him.

“That’s the best gift someone has ever given to me, thank you.”

Graves is so shocked he can’t even talk nor move. But just when Newt tries to step back, he feels a pair of hands on his waist.

“Mr Scamander-”

“Please call me Newt.”

Someone clears his throat behind them.

“I think you should go and introduce it to the others. Also it must be hungry.”

“You’re right, 'Seus,” Newt beams, excited and walks back to his brother to take the occamy and pull her close to his chest. “Thank you, Mr Graves.”

“Percival is fine.”

“Nice to meet you, Percival,” Newt smiles one last time then walks towards the stairs.

“My pleasure,” he hears the auror answer.

He definitely misses Theseus’ frown.