#he clocked my fanfic writing as soon as we started dating and asked me about it point blank

[the-and-sign-anon]

My husband has asked to read my writing before, but showing to him in person is such a mortifying embarrassment that we’ve come to an agreement

He can read my writing on Tumblr if he gets his own account and does not tell me what his username is so I won’t know for sure if it’s him

[lunaekalenda]

my bday is soon and I was wondering if u could probs write this for me🥺? a real cute fanfic of how levi would surprise his partner, like he pretends he forgets it and that makes y/n sad but he’s actually planning something big and bought lots of gifts, bringing thier close friends (Eren, Jean , mikasa etc) And in the evening he takes them to the cliff to see the view and he starts tellin y/n how much they love them (cuz they rlly wanna hear levi say that but he stutters and gets nervous while doin that) and just make them feel special 🥺 I’m all alone on my bday so writing this would absolutely make my day! (Plss add some fluff and cute scenes if u got any in mind!)

omg, first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i hope this can be my present for you <3 ! i hope you have a good day! hope you like it!! <3

thanks to @breathes24 and @queko13 for the help ! (and the moral help)

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❁ levi x reader

❁ modern au!

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You feel Levi's body against you when you wake up. His hot skin close to yours. You turn around, facing him. He opens an eye and looks at you.

"Good morning." he says.

"Good morning" you say back. You look at the clock on his night table. It's your birthday. You smile at him and he closes his eye again, trying to sleep again.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" you ask. He thinks, his hand caressing your waist. He keeps his eyes closed. After a couple minutes, he opens them again. He looks at you.

"Nope. Today is your turn to make breakfast" He says, burying his head again on the pillow.

He always wakes you up with a lot of kisses on your birthday. But today, he just turned his head to the side and kept sleeping. You pout and take your phone. Nothing. Not even a simple message. You sigh and get up, leaving Levi on the bed and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

It’s not like you want everybody to focus on you and only you. But it’s late in the morning, almost noon, and you know half of your friends are awake. You start to prepare breakfast for the two of you.

At the same time, Levi takes his phone. The group chat named “Serious work stuff” is burning, full of messages. Obviously, that name is just a cover for the real issue of the chat: your surprise birthday party.

“Can we congratulate y/n now?” asked Connie an hour ago. Jean answered him with a huge “no”. Mikasa and Eren talked about the hour of the party and Sasha about the aperitifs. Levi sighs and answers when Connie asks where the party is and at what hour does it start. He is planning to make the party as early as he can, because he wants to take you to a night date, with a picnic. He invited all of them right after eating, when he plans to make you go to the store. Once you’re out and he knows that you’re far from home, he’ll let in all your friends, take out the balloons and all the gifts he bought for you and give you the best birthday ever.

But for now he'll just ignore the fact that is your birthday, even when he feels bad seeing your cute eyes getting sad. He's sure the surprise later will worth it.

You appear on the bedroom again with his tea and pancakes, also a juice for you. He sits on the bed after leaving the phone when he listened your steps. and you give him all the plates and glasses while you enter at bed once again. He kisses your cheek in signal of good morning when you sit next to him. Having breakfast in bed is a thing you two do on weekends since he moved with you. It all started because Levi has sleep issues, so he woke up really early and cooked for you, and now you do it in turns. He tries the pancake and hums.

"It's really good." he says, and keeps eating quietly. He looks at his phone again, the group chat making free talk on it. "Oh, look, we're in the middle of May already..." says, deleting the notifications and siping his tea. He looked the date and didn't remember your birthday?

The day passes by with normality: Levi makes some paperwork before helping you with the cooking and you two eat together. When you were about to move to the garage to take something, he went for you. You thanked him and he felt sweat pearls going down his neck, seeing how you were behind his back while he openened the door, the garage full of colorful balloons. You left to take your phone, that was ringing on the table of the living room. He used the time he was alone in the garage to tell everyone that he was about to send you to the store. All agreed in going to your house five minutes later.

"Baby." he calls you from the kitchen. "We haven't got peaches." he says. You raise an eyebrow. Since when is he so worried about peaches?

"And?"

"I know you like them, so could you go to the supermarket and buy a couple of them? I was thinking about having fruit salad for dinner." he says, his voice is a quiet as usual, but he's trembling inside.

"Just do it without peaches, Levi." you say, moving to the kitchen. He has his sleeves rolled up and is searching some fruits on the fridge, to know which of them he's going to use.

"It's not the same. Just go and take a couple, hm? You'll be back fast and I'll wait here for you."

You pout but he looks at you, closing the fridge and keeping the eye contact between you two. He knows he won when you sigh. "What type of peaches?"

Peaches. That's the fucking reason why you're walking towards the store in a day like this, and not spending your birthday with your boyfriend. You sigh.

"At least he knows I like fruit salad with peaches..." You enter the supermarket and search them, without knowing that now Connie's arms are full of beautiful balloons, Jean is helping Sasha to put the candles on the cake and Levi is putting all your gifts in the table near the sofa. Under Levi's commands, they are decorating every part of your living room to make it a beautiful place to celebrate your birthday. You entertain yourself on the candies and chocolates section and then buy a few of them to try. You're coming back home, sending a message to Levi.

He receives it and makes all your friends hide in the living room. "Jean, I can see your feet from here."

"That's because he's a fucking skyscraper." Connie says.

"At least I reach the higher shelfs on the supermarket, bald head." he answers, making sure his feet are now covered. Levi tells them all to shut up since he can hear your keys on the door. He leaves the living room to enter the kitchen.

"I'm home." you say. You can hear his voice from the kitchen.

"Welcome home." he answers quietly. You get closer to him, wanting his welcome kiss, and he presses his mouth against your forehead. You receive it happy, and you give him the supermarket bag with the things you bought. "I also took some tea mochis, wanna try them?" he nods.

"Cool. Wait for me in the living room." You nod. You make your way to the place, opening the pack and smelling them quietly. They smell delicious.

You almost drop all of them when you find all the balloons in your living. 

“Levi?” you ask, the emotion shining in your eyes. “What’s this?”

He appears smiling behind you. All your friends have the order to say happy birthday and come out of their hidden places when Levi congratulates you.

“Happy birthday, y/n”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” a lot of voices yell after him. You jump, scared by the repenting yells, but once you turn around you see all your friends coming from under tables and behind sofas. They are all there, smiling and wishing you happy birthday. You’re about to cry.

“Guys, you’re incredible” Mikasa is now hugging you and Connie is pulling your ears softly. Eren smiles quietly when you look at him, and Jean points Levi.

“You know we love to be praised, but this time your boyfriend was who got this idea. Sorry for not congratulating you before, y/n” 

“But...” you were speechless. He invited your friends and also bought a lot of balloons and things. Some tears started to form in your eyes and you felt how a hand took yours, pulling you towards a body that you knew really well.

"Happy birthday, my love." He whispers, making you blush from head to toes.

The little party was all fun and laughs, Connie told a couple anecdotes of all of you and Mikasa played cool music. Also, Jean and Eren bought a enormous cake full of tiny candles that you blew, wisihing to never lose this people. Levi looked at you so purely, how you were having fun and how you dragged him to dance with you. His beautiful grey eyes looking at yours. Then, all of them gave you the huge mountain of gifts they all bought for you, but you could easily recognize the ones that Levi packed, with precious ribbons and elegant letter.

Even when all those gifts were really good ones -and they all knew you didn't want them to spend on a gift for you.- the one Levi left for the end surprised you. It was the littlest of all, packed in a cute ocean blue paper. You took it, smiling at him. He was nervous. Maybe it was too much. It had a little letter on the top of it. "Please open me after the dinner."

"Oi, Levi, don't be like that!" Connie said. "Now I'm curious!" Levi looks at him raising an eyebrow, but he's smiling.

Some minutes later, they helped you two to put everything back on place, cleaning and all, even when you begged to them to go home.

"And let the birthday one do all the work? Nope." Jean said. "Eh, eh, eh, Sasha! Sto-" he left, seeing Sasha eating a piece of cake that "fell" from the top of it. You laugh and keep washing plates, with Levi by your side, drying them.

"A surprise party, hm?" you ask, your shoulder hitting his softly. He laughs quietly.

"I wanted to make something special for you." he whispers. You now remember the little gift that you're supposed to open after the dinner. Will you go out for dinner? Definitely, if you were having dinner there, you should be cooking instead of doing all of this slowly.

"It was special. Thank you." he smiles soflty.

"It hasn't ended yet." he whispers.

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Levi parks. You feel how the car stops. He insisted in covering your eyes, so you went all the way asking.

"Are we going to a restaurant?" he laughs and you hear the indicator sound.

"No."

"Are we... wait, where are we going?" It was late. All your friends left after helping. Jean had to drive Sasha and Connie home, so Connie sent a lot of pics in the car while he was copilot. Then, Levi appeared with that blindfold. You bited your lip.

"Put this on, please. We're leaving." Wait what? Leaving? For what?

"Leaving?" he nods. He takes a little bag near the entrance.

"Yep. Let's go." you followed him and he turned around, smiling. "Put it on, baby." you pout but let him put it on you.

And now he parked after a long way driving. He opens your door and helps you to get out. There's a wild wind and you can hear the ocean. You feel how the little pressure the blindfold was making dissapears on a moment. Levi has took it out. Since the sun is almost disappeared, you need a couple seconds to get your eyes used to the light. You're in the cliffs. Watching the sunset. Levi puts a blanket on the floor and tells you to sit. He takes out a couple plates and another one, that is covered, where he probably has the food.

"I thought maybe you would like to have dinner while the night starts to appear." he says, looking to the plates. Having dinner with such a pure human by your side while the starts start to appear above you feels like an absolute dream. You see how he eats a piece of watermelon. You smile at him, incapable of talking, and your eyes start to fill again with tears. "But don't cry" he says, pulling you towards him. Your face buried on his chest. "I love you." he says. Your eyes shot open and you try to part, but he presses your head quietly again to his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast. "I usually don't say this, you know. It's quite difficult for me to express myself, but you deserve it. You deserve to know how much you mean to me. I'll give my best to tell you every day how much I love you. Because I do. It's so deep, so deep..." He caresses your hair quietly. He takes the little gift from the bag. "You should open it now, don't wait to end the dinner." he whispers. You part a little and, before taking the gift, you take his face between your hands, caressing his cheeks quietly.

"Thank you." you were sincere. You were so grateful for having him. Not just today, that he prepared all those things, but everyday, having your back, giving you love and respect. He was near perfection, even reaching it. "Thank you, Levi. For being here with me and for making me feel so loved. I'll never end thanking you." You lean closer to him, pressing your mouth on his. The watermelon he tried before tastes sweet against your tongue. He buries his hand on your hair, pulling you closer to him. He parts for air.

"You should open the gift. And then have dinner. And we're not going to eat up each other, just in case you were going to make the joke."

You smile at him. He knows you too well. You open the gift softly, a necklace is shining inside the box. It has a little "L" on it.

"You know, that way you can always have a part of me."

"Are you Levi? Where's my grumpy and bossy boyfriend?" he laughs.

"I can switch to bossy whenever you want me to." he says. You give him the necklace and, tying your hair, you wait for him to put ii in your neck. You feel the cold L hanging on your clavicle. Levi presses his lips on your back, near the necklace. You show it to him and he smiles, caressing it.

You smile, the typical stupid and deep-in-love smile you've read on books. The sun keeps going down and the moon shines more intensely. The stars being witnesses of your smiles. The moon lighting the little L near your heart. You look at the sky, how beautiful it is full of stars.

He thinks the sky is beautiful, but you're the most beautiful thing for him. That's why he kisses your forehead, smiling at you. He put everything on the car right adter you two ended having dinner, just the blanket is left. You look at the stars, lying on the ground, and he does the same. You snuggle up towards him, his heat and arms receiving you. You kiss the point of his chest where you feel his heartbeat. He caresses your hair.

"Happy birthday." he says, once more. You smile against him and his hands wrap you.

You could stay like that forever.

[syalmazhafira17]

Ever Since New York

A/N: Hello! This is my first HS fanfiction for the Playlist Fic Challenge hosted by @harrystylescherry. I didn’t specified any Harry era, you could imagine any Harry era you want to! I think this is also a reader insert fanfic, but well, hopefully it does. The pronoun I use here is she/her. I know this is not the real meaning of the song, but the actual meaning of the song triggered me myself, I didn't like to write about it, I'm sorry. If there’s any mistakes, please let me know because English wasn’t my first language. And if you’d like to give me reviews or talk to me, you could absolutely do it! Happy reading! XOXO, Syalma

Word Count: 5.1k

TW: car accident

“I’ve been praying ever since New York” – Ever Since New York

Things started in a place. And for Harry, it was New York.

New York City might not be the most romantic city in general public, but for the Harry Edward Styles, the city is a gift for him. The sweetest memory started here, in the city. When every now and then the city was always busy, but he found comfort in the middle of it. Something he previously never thought to find about in this city.

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He was just shuffling through the crowd in Times Square. It was at night in the busy hour. He was wrapped in a thick jacket and sunglasses, and everything was so packed, even people, and anyone barely notices him. Which he was thankful about, because it was already a tiring day for him in the studio. It’s already late in his opinion and all he wants is jump on his bed right away. Or maybe a cuddle, even, only if he has someone to cuddle.

The thought stuck in his head, and that night, God given him what he wishes quietly. He bumped into a girl in the Metro. The girl turned around, rising her eyebrow in confusion. When she saw him, she started to freak out. Her head already in a negative view. She step aside a little, giving a space between him and her. He wanted to mumble an apology, before realizing the girl already stepping away from him.

She looks like she’s a college student, he thought. And before he knew it, she snapped her eyes at him alarmingly. He knew she can’t see his eyes staring at her like a lost puppy found its owner, but it surely already makes way to her instinct.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and turned away, locking his eyes at the ceiling of the Metro track.

He didn’t know, that ever since that day, she will be stuck in his daydreams, and out of the blue, making way to his songs and writings.

Ever since the metro, she’s all he thinks about.

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Their faith tied together again. It’s lunch time and they both met again in the restaurant.

She was looking around the place to find one single unoccupied chair. Her eyes fell on two, one in front of a smoking men and one in front of the curly-headed men. She hates the smoke, and for the sake of it, she makes her way through the table.

“Hello, I’m so sorry to disturb your lunch, may I sit here by any chance?” she asked. The men turned around. He looks right back at her, with bright green eyes and hazelnut curls on top of his head. A moment of silence as Harry regains back his memory of the Metro girl he bumped into.

“I’m so sorry, if you didn’t want to. I’ll find another seat,” she brought her tray away, walking to the opposite direction from the table.

“Hey, um, I didn’t mean to. You can- you can seat here,” he nodded, chewing his lips. He has been thinking about her for some times, once he already got the girl, he messed it up by just looking at her.

“Oh— thank you so much!” she smiled brightly as she turns back to the table and set down her food tray.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, before he speaks up after a war with his gut.

But she did it first.

“I’m sorry, but you look familiar, have I met you before?” she asked.

His mind glued at her until he forget to answer it until she cleared her throat in a code to snap him back to reality.

“Eh, sorry, sorry. Yeah, we’ve met before. In the Metro, the men bumping at you at busy hour,” he scratches the back of his neck, like he always do when he was nervous.

“New York is really a city of possibility. Who knows I bumped into Harry Styles on a Metro?” she laughed. Harry’s smile makes its way back to his face. There’s something about this girl he was very fond of.

“You know…me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do. Like everyone else. I’ve been a fan,” she nodded.

“You didn’t, don’t get me wrong, look like one,” he stared at her. He wanted to hear her way of saying ‘I do’ in front of their families and kissed in front of everyone. With him.

“Well, I am. Not all fangirl looks like they are a fan, aren’t we? But yeah, I’m a fan. Dying to get a quick snap of you, but I figured you will quickly find my phone’s camera lens as soon as I snap it, considering your sixth sense of it and me sitting only separated by a table, so that might not be a good idea. And yeah, maybe I look calm outside, don’t be tricked by it. I freaked out inside,” she laughed. There’s something about the way she talks that makes him mesmerized by it. He gulped down.

“Do you want a snap?” he offers. Her eyes look back at him in shock. She slowly nodded. She offers her phone, but he already pulled out his.

He snap their picture quickly before he sends it.

“Do you have an Apple product phone? So, it will airdrop?” he asked.

“Eh, no, I have an Android, but I have my iPad with me. Give me a sec,” she pulled out a device from her backpack. She turned it on and Harry sends the picture to it. He glances at the name of her device. y/n’s iPad. y/n. A name he will remembers.

Looking at him glancing at the name of her iPad, she suddenly realized.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m y/n,” she offered her hand.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Harry,” he giggled.

“Hi Harry,” she said, in a soft tone, that makes him wanted to listen to it for the rest of his life. They both laughed and continued their food.

Ever since the restaurant, he wonders if their faith will collide once again.

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“Hello, um, no, that’s…probably not a good tone, you have to use the perfect charming tone. Not too low, not too high, not too fast, not too slow. Hey. That’s too informal,” he chippers in front of his bathroom’s mirror.

He didn’t know how much luck he could get right now. He got her phone number, for some weird connection only God knows exist. She was one of his mates’ old friend. Her contact was buried beneath his’ phone for ages and he managed to pull that out of his contact and have the courage to save the number in his phone and gave the girl he met by coincidence a call in one fine Saturday night. And managed to croak out a question in the middle of his nervous state on that simple call.

And fast forward a week, here he is standing in front of the mirror, practicing his line over and over while his nervousness ripping him off little by little. He doesn’t know how he have this whole luck of her.

His phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his thought and sprinting to his phone as quick as possible. He pulls up the green button after glancing at the caller’s ID.

“Hey, Harry,” she greeted. Her voice ran down his spine and gave him a comfort he never felt before with anyone else.

“Hello,” he said. A dead silence for a moment before she continued speaking.

“Um, I don’t know if I disturb you, I’m so sorry if I do, but I’ve been waiting for about 45 minutes, and I wonder if you will go on the date or cancel it? Because if you want to cancel it, then it’s okay. I’m just checking.”

Harry looking up at the clock on the wall. The clock showed him the time that felt like a slap at his face. And her soft voice asking him in concern make him regret his own feeling. He was supposed to be where she is now an hour ago, he planned on coming earlier than her to make a good impression, but now he’s late, like really late. There will be no way she’s going to forgive him nor agree to go on the second date with him.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I– I just lost track of time, I’ll be there in a sec,” he stuttered. He push his phone to his pocket, ran to his keys, and flung himself to his Range Rover and hit the road as fast as the law allowed him to sped up.

He arrived in the span of 15 minutes from her phone call, panting and sweating, as well as nervous and panicking, scared to look at her face once she pulled up to the passenger’s side of his car. She raised an eyebrow before touching his bicep softly to distract him from his thoughts.

“Harry?” she asked. “Are you alright?”

“Uh- yeah, I’m okay,” he nodded quickly.

“You look pale and sweating,” she examined his face.

“I’m great, that’s just…my natural features,” he tumbled over his words. “Shall we go?”

“It’s okay if you’re not feeling good, I could just go home,” she looks at him with a concerned face.

There will be no way he will let her let out of his grasp. He was already in the edge of not getting her by forgetting the time, he won’t let her go home alone this time.

“I’m perfectly fine, we’ll go to one of my favorite restaurant,” he stated, the thought simply giving him a new pump of confidence.

“Oh, alright, we’ll go then,” she relaxed to the seat and buckled herself. He drives through the night glow of New York with Brooklyn Bridge and Miss. Liberty watching him. Watching quietly as Harry Styles trying his best to get the girl he dreamed of by picking up the rest of the pieces left about him in her that he already broke. And this city being the quiet paparazzi recording every step of him got the love of his life.

Ever since the date, he knew he will do anything to be with her.

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He shifted in his sleep, making himself a little more comfortable, while scooting further to her arms. She wrapped her arms around his wide form graciously, mumbling something before inhaling his scent to soothe herself to go back to sleep.

They tangled together in her bed, sheets crumpling beneath their bodies. They didn’t need it anymore; each other’s warm presence was more than enough to keep them safe and sound in the summer night.

They have been official for a couple months now, 7 months to be precise, after him, being a nervous wreck having the courage to ask her to be his and his only. He was nervous, sweat covering his palm, and his voice trembling as he asks her. He doesn’t know how he did it, but he did end up driving home with her hand in his and a thin layer of her lipstick left on his lips. And when he got back to his own place, he screamed from the balcony to the busy road beneath, doesn’t even spare a glance at pedestrians looking up at him weirdly, or the fans started to clicking their cameras up secretly, or paparazzi recording him. In his mind, the world was just him and her.

His eyes flicker open, looking up to her, who sleeps peacefully. He stays there and just watching her breathing rhythm. He loves it when she got into peace like this, with no crease between her brows or an upset face painted on her beautiful face.

“Are you going to creepy stare at me forever or tell me what time it is?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

“Both, it’s around 1 in the morning darling,” he said sweetly, kissing her shoulder.

“Great! Now tell me everything you wanted to ramble on,” she said jokingly.

He knows she was joking, but he did anyways. He spoke up.

“I want babies, to cuddle! To squish their little chubby cheeks. How cute would that be? They will have green eyes and curly hair like I do, and they’ll have tiny smile that looks like yours! And we’ll squish their tiny faces and kiss them and we’ll spoil them with so much love and—and—and—Gucci!” he giggled after the word came out. Of course, Harry’s staple, Gucci, will be on the list of his babies.

“And we’ll put them in bear onesies I saw on Pinterest the other day! And we’ll paint the walls soft yellow, and we’ll get to cuddle them in our arms at night, and they will squirm in our arms, and when they wake up hungry in the middle of the night, I’ll come to them so you’ll sleep. And I can stop my work while they were little, could almost be packed in the suitcase I brought on tour! And when they got old enough, we’ll go around the world and they’ll meet a lot of people, will see the world in real life. And then…they’ll grow up,” he ended his ramble about babies in a sad face, realizing babies could grow up too, and they will not be so little anymore.

“And then, you’ll make more,” she ended the whole story for him.

“You? Why not— oh yeah, I’m sorry,” he looked down like a sad kitten. “We never talk about this before.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. We’ll be a little family, with babies like you want, yeah? Their little faces and cheeks, want to squish and kiss them already,” she fixed her words. He looked up at her again excitedly.

“And we’ll have kittens! Cute little fur balls in the couch!” he continued on.

He continues to talk about kittens. How cute they were, how many will they have, and how he will fed them.

“I love cats lots, but not as much as I love—” his eyes widen after he realized what he just said.

“I love…?” she didn’t have a single clue what he was about to say. And he was thankful for it. “Babies?” she guesses.

“No,” he shook his head.

“So…what?” she furrowed her eyebrows. “Working in the bakery?”

“You, I love you,” he finally decided to risk it all and said the three words that have been stuck in his mouth for the past months.

“I…Harry,” she said sternly.

“Yes?” he looked up at her like a scared kitten.

“Are you sure about those words?”

“With my whole heart, darling.”

“Like sure, sure?”

He nodded quietly.

“I love you, too,” she whispers right to his ears and kissed his pink lips.

His cheek and his nose flushed red. He couldn’t believe that he just did it.

Ever since that night, he knows he wants to spend evermore with her.

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He was in LA again. Not staying in New York. It’s the fifth time he did it, with no preparation call, but just a quick text once he arrived. Leaving her confused for a moment before processing her boyfriend’s quick news. She was already living in his New York apartment he purchased for both of them, but he was barely there. At bright days, he spent it with his guitars, music, and studios, and at night he conquers the music industry concert. At weekends, he was busy to move around the world, too busy to text his girlfriend about his plan and whereabouts.

Today, she had enough of it. She stormed out of her class with angry fingers pressing the buttons of his number. Those all because he already sent the text ‘In LA babe, don’t wait x’. But who wants to wait for a week before he came back to NY, gave her a proper talk about his plan, and if he remembered about him having a girlfriend, plan on a date afterwards?

First call, doesn’t get answered. Second call, to voicemail after a few ringing. Third call, straight up to voicemail.

She grumbled beneath her breath, cursing, before trying again. On the last ring, he finally picks up.

“Hello, babe, have you gotten my text?” he asked.

“No, you come home tonight, or I’ll leave,” she said sternly. She doesn’t want to look scary by the people she met in the hallway, but her eyes says otherwise. But she didn’t care much. She cares about the fact that her lover just left her with a short text.

“Hey? What’s wrong with you?” his voice turned from bouncy and happy to a stern confused one.

“You’re the one that needed to be asked that way,” she scolded.

“Darling, I’m not going to be in the joke right now, I have some big stuff to do,” he frowned.

“OH, your girlfriend you just left in New York wasn’t a big stuff? Okay, don’t expect me to wait a week alone in that bloody apartment,” she huffed before hanging up as quick as possible, making sure she did it as he speak up explaining his problem.

He cursed underneath his breath when the call line got cut off. Jeff, reading his face, looked over.

“You okay, Harry?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, just…y/n acting up,” he mumbled.

Jeff didn’t answer, he just nodded before speaking to someone on the other end of his own phone call. While Harry tried his best to not thinking about his upset (and alone) lover back in New York, he just…failed miserably. At the time the clock strikes midnight, he gave up to his feelings and book a ticket back to New York.

He got into the plane at 3 AM, bouncy and a nervous wreck. He was scared of what might y/n does. Breaking up? Almost a bit dramatic, but doesn’t make it zero possibility. Mad at him? She does now. No need to wonder. Leave the house? She probably plan to right now. Driving at midnight and blasting sad songs in her car? Not Harry’s type, but hey, y/n is y/n. She could be doing that at this very moment. Getting drunk in a dive bar with her college friends? She was barely past drinking age, and she doesn’t like alcohol much, but everyone seeks comfort when they fight with their significant others right? Stress eating on McDonald’s drive thru or eating a tub of ice cream, crying over a random TV Show? It’s nothing bad compared to other possibilities, but he doesn’t want to know it was because of him. Because in each possibility, he imagined her crying and mad at the same time.

And when he dropped his bag at their apartment, the first view he saw wasn’t a crying y/n, an empty house, a drunk version of his girl, or a girl crying with an ice cream tub or McDonald’s packaging. Instead, she curled up into a ball in the sofa, must have been fallen asleep at some point at night, blanket messily covering her figures, and the TV playing a random bad TV Show. He went immediately soft by the sight in front of him, but he quickly remembered about his problem.

He didn’t want to wake her up and as bad as he wanted to curl up in the sofa and scooping her in his chest (because he know she won’t even think twice to push away whoever cuddle her without her knowing) so he went to the bathroom and cleaning up himself a little before moving to kitchen and made some coffee.

She woke up 30 minutes later, squinting at the light before fully aware of other people existence in the apartment. Her hazy mind translates it as a stranger, but once he dropped a pan and cursing, she knew it was Harry.

She pushed her feet against the carpet and walked towards the kitchen.

“Oh sorry, sweetheart, did I wake you?” he asked.

“Care to come home, Styles?” she didn’t even bother to say hi or answer his question.

“Love…I’m sorry,” he plead.

“No, no, that’s okay. I’m pretty fine alone here, with no company, and with my non-existence physically boyfriend,” she said sarcastically. “He was busy being a company to everyone until he forgot to be a company for his own girlfriend.”

“I wasn’t…I’m sorry, can’t you forgive me? I texted you, I let you know where I am,” he argued.

“That’s okay if you don’t,” she said before taking out her cup and filled it with water carelessly. “I’ve had enough of you anyway.”

It hits Harry harder than he thought it intended to be, so he grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at him, even with a disgusted expression.

And that night, they ended up cuddling on the couch and watching The Notebook with a huge tub of Haagen-Dazs in the middle of them. Half finished, with two scoops stuck out.

Ever since that day, he knew and promised he didn’t want to hurt her in anyway.

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“Are you Mr. Harry…?” someone at the other end of his phone called.

“Who are you? What are you doing with her phone?” he asked aggressively. He felt sick since he woke up this morning, all he wanted was her to cuddle up against his chest.

“I’m Doctor Alex, and I’m from Brooklyn Hospital Center, are you Harry, sir?” he asked once more.

“What happened to her?” his heart sinks. He didn’t even confirm his name.

“I need you to calm down, sir,” the doctor finally gave up, assuming by himself who he was talking to was really the Harry in the girl’s emergency contact.

“What happened to my y/n?” he asked, rushing out of his bed, threw the comforter off his body.

“I’m sorry to inform you this, but you are the emergency contact in this phone. The girl, the owner of this phone, has been in an effective car crash. No relatives or friends with her during the accident,” the doctor explained briefly. “She’s in coma.”

Harry didn’t answer. His heart sinks, his soul felt like just left his body, his stomach dropped, he froze in place, he couldn’t believe the news, he didn’t want to. He wanted to wake up. Maybe this is just a bad dream, and when he woke up he still has her safely tucked in his arm, and smiling at him. And she will kiss his stubble as he stirs from sleeping, and they will stay like that for 15 minutes before the band called him and yelling from the other line about ‘discipline’ and ‘you lovebirds should’ve kept a clock to see the time’.

He hung up his phone as quick as he could and threw himself to his car.

He drove through New York City street in full speed. He doesn’t care about the laws he broke, how many tickets he will get once a police officer caught him. His mind got clouded by the doctor’s words. This time, Brooklyn Bridge and Lady Liberty watch him, not aiming for a girl’s love, but to aim a hope she will be his forever, not with a tie of marriage, but…he doesn’t even want to think about it anymore.

He parked his car messily and sprint to the front table.

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles. I’m…the girl in the car crash, I want to see her,” his mind can’t even form a perfect sentence.

“Sorry sir, who are you to her?” she asked.

“I’m her…her…boy-husband!” he almost yelled. The nurse knew he wasn’t even her fiancé, but from the panic in his voice, trembling frame, and a mess he is, she finally let him.

When he met her, she was inside a glass room, he wasn’t even get to be in the same room as her. He just watched her breathing heavily with an oxygen tank, the only thing that kept him believing she is alive is the beeping loud noise of machines stuck on her body. She looks miserable, bruises all over her body, casts on her arm, bandages, she looks so…fragile. He just wanted to scoop her up into a hug and kiss her, tell her she’s going to be okay, they’re going to have babies like they always dreamed of. They will have their first house, they will watch their babies grew up as much as he hated the fact that babies will get older one day, they will be old people in their 70s, but she will be the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in her 20s. But he can’t right now, and he felt helpless.

It has been almost 7 hours since he arrived and he doesn’t even spend a second take his eyes off of his girl. Nothing progresses much, but he knew she has to survive. So they could pursue their dreams together, just like they always talk about. At this point, all he wanted was for her to flicker her eyes open and look at him. And he will do the rest, he will pick her up whenever she wanted, he will kiss her, he will give her all the affection he has, he will give her all the love he has even until his heart bleed, he will hold her so tight so she will be always safe no matter the circumstances. He will do anything for her to just open her pretty eyes and look at him.

“If you aren’t going to eat something, you won’t be able to take care of her, um, later,” one of the nurses tap his shoulder. The crack of her end of sentence made Harry gulp down a lump in his throat. She knew her condition better than him. And he knew it, the crack on her word of ‘later’ doesn’t got missed by him. He nodded, the nurse’s words are true, she needed him to be okay.

So he took his time to go to the bathroom and wash his face, looking at the tiredness in his eyes, and he took some time to grab something from the cafeteria, a weird looking bread, looks like have been behind the glass display for ages, but he couldn’t care less. He shoves the bread to his mouth while running to get to her place.

“Sir, are you Harry?” a doctor rushing to his side. Suddenly he felt so empty. The panic in the doctor’s voice, his pale face, Harry doesn’t want to imagine what had happened to his girl.

“You might want to talk to her, she is going to be rolled to the operation room,” the doctor said.

Suddenly Harry felt weak in his knees. The bread feels like its going to threw itself out. He took masks and some weird gown the nurse handed him, and he rushed to her side. The beeping noises louder now he’s inside the room, but the only sound he could hear right now is her troubled heavy small breathing.

“Hi, darling,” he walked towards her with shaky limbs. “They- they said I could talk to you right now, I have weird feelings about it, but you are going to be fine. I- I will propose and we’ll have cute babies like we always talk about. I won’t leave your side again. We- we’ll have our happy ending.”

He kissed her cold fingers. It’s like the world were just the two of them again. No one around her. No weird beeping noise from the computer. No Harry Styles the popstar or y/n y/l/n the college girl. Suddenly they are just Harry and y/n again. Just both of them. In the room. y/n fighting for her life, and Harry, as helpless as he look like, helping her subconsciously.

“y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know if you could hear it, but I’ll be with you. I’ll be here, I’ll be by your side, you don’t have to be afraid, because your Harry will be here, honey. No matter how deep you fall, how hard the challenges, how hurt I will got, I’ll always be there for you. Your Harry will protect you, if it’s cold or hot, if it’s dark or bright, I’ll be by your side, kiss every single tears and cuts it will cause, and you don’t have to be afraid nor alone anymore. Because your Harry will be there for you. Always.”

And then he rolled out of the room. Out of Harry’s grasp, no matter how hard he tried to keep her close. She had gone to the room where her life will be on the thin border.

And Harry, with tired eyes and shaky breath, ran to the empty room outside the glass room and cried. Cried like he never did before. Cried until his tears dried. He dropped to his trembling knees.

“God, I-I know I barely talk to You. But this time…I beg You, please don’t let her taken away from me. I know she will be in no more pain, but I’m too selfish for it, I can’t live without her. I can’t function properly without her. I know I didn’t treat her the best before, but give me a second chance to take care of her. To smell her scent again, to kiss her hairline, brush her hair, give her all I could give, give her all the comfort she needed, give her all my love until my heart bleed. Just…give me one more chance, and I will treat her better,” his shaky voice somehow formed a proper sentence. His cheek wet with stained tears. His breath hitched. His chest felt heavy. He doesn’t even know who he is, when his girl still in the room. “Let me take one more chance to call her mine,” he let out a hitched scream.

After a long waiting and more tears spilled, when the clock told him it was 9 PM, she rolled out of the operating room. He jolted up. Indistinct chatter makes his head felt dizzy. But his main focus was her on the bed.

“Is she okay? What happened?” he could hear his voice yelling those to the medical workers, but he doesn’t even remember saying that.

“Sir, you need to calm down,” a voice called.

“No, no, I don’t need to calm down. I need to know if she’s okay!” he screamed.

“Sir, you have to,” the voice called again.

“Tell me what happened to her, tell me if she’s okay!” he yelled once more.

“Sir, take a deep breath and you’ll get to meet her,” the sentence made him stopped and slowly turned around. His eyes begging for explanation.

“Tell me how she is,” he whispered brokenly.

“She’s…you might want to see her, she might want you to talk to her,” the lady doesn’t even told him how she’s doing. And he knew it. He has only a few percent chance to have her wrapped back in his arms. And only God will gave him it.

The lady (soon he realized she is a nurse), lead him into a room. Not a glass room like she used to be placed, but a more private room, but it doesn’t make him feel any better because she was limp on the bed.

He walked in with shaking legs. The door closed behind him, and his knees gave up. He dropped to the cold floor of the hospital and cried for God knows how many times he had cried. His voice cracked. “Give me one more chance to love her again.”

[ladydorian05]

A life in retrospection

(pic credit: @a7estrellas​)

#Pedros12DaysOfChristmas

Hello @scribbledghost​ !!! I couldn’t wait, I’m your Secret Santa darling!!!!!

I really, really, REALLY  hope you like this. This is actually the third try at writing your gift, I dot nervous and the self doubt worm hit me hard while writing. You mentioned you wanted ‘talking’, well my on the first one it was more talking than anything and was such a mess that I knew no amount of editing would fix it. I didn’t erase it completely I used some parts for the second one that served as the foundation for the final one.

It’s still a little bit of a mess, I suck at choosing titles and maybe the ending is a bit rushed.

Edit: Forgot to mention, Miss Daisy belongs to Scribbledghost, from her neighbour Whiskey series, check it out, you won’t regret it. 

A life in retrospection

Soulmate AU!

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x fem character (a name is mentioned so it’s not THAT reader friendly)

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, lil bit of depression, Jack goes to therapy so expect to read a different man (we really just yeeted a whole man and turn him into a better one, the beauty of fanfics), fluffiness, this man is not afraid to cry, allusions to spiciness but just implicit.

Words: 3K and something.

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He couldn’t believe this was his life now.

He thought as he watched, through a window from the inside of his warm home, as the snowflakes fell outside.

Couldn’t believe he was capable of feeling such happiness again, not after everything he’s had to live through.

A few years ago, he almost committed the biggest mistake of his entire existence, condemning millions of people just because of his trauma. Good thing a pair of gentlemen helped knock some sense into him. Literally. And god bless Champ for giving him a second chance, since then, his life had been filled with second chances.

He finally went to see the Statesman therapist and work through his issues, he gave himself a second chance, to heal, to see the world in a different way.

What he never thought he would get, was a second chance at love, at being loved, but his beloved’s favorite pastime was to just prove him wrong every chance she got.

And prove him wrong she did.

Everyone has a soulmate, even him, and just like everyone else’s, his soul mark appeared on his thirteenth birthday. Right there, the name and the first letter of his soulmate’s last name etched into his skin in his soulmate’s handwriting and just like everyone he had been excited.

He spent countless hours staring at the letters on his wrist, studying the beautiful, soft and round letters, some of them just a breath away from being cursives. Always wondering when and if he would be able to meet the person they belonged to.

As the years passed, he became more aware of how small the chance that he would actually meet his soulmate was, and while he kept wondering about them from time to time, he didn’t stop himself from falling in love with someone else.

He shared many years with her, they got married just as they were fresh out of college, neither of them caring that they weren’t each other’s soulmates. Marriages like theirs weren’t rare at all, after all the world is way too big and life too short to spend it looking for one person.

Yes, life is short and it can be so cruel to the least deserving. The day he lost both his wife and unborn son was the day something inside him broke, something he thought could never be repaired again. He fell in an abysm of self blame that in time turned into bitterness and hatred for those who fell in the clutches of illegal substances. He really thought he would never love again.

Until one day. One fateful day thanks to a mix up with his order at his favorite coffee shop, he met her, his beloved; when their drinks had been served in the wrong cups by the new barista in training.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, what were the chances that said woman would turn out to also be his soulmate. From the moment he saw her he felt drawn to her. He knew it, the moment their fingers touched when they exchanged their cups. Something in him shifted with a rush of emotions, leaving him breathless.

Hell, even now she still leaves him breathless.

They had spent the rest of that day getting to know each other, they talked about everything and anything, as if they were old friends seeing each other again after some time apart. He had heard the stories multiple times, people would talk about how they felt the moment they found their soulmate, they all paled in comparison to the overwhelming feeling of being know in such a way by someone you had just met.

He felt so blessed just being able to be in her presence.

Indiana, Indy, his love, his Moonshine, the light of his life that pulled him out of the remaining darkness inside him. You gave him a second chance at love, at actually feeling alive and not just living. And he took it, he would’ve been and idiot if he hadn’t.

They decided to take it slow to truly get to know one another and see where this connection of theirs would take them. After all, not all soulmates went on the romantic route; some, were just destined to be platonic and neither option was better than the other, that’s just the way things were.

But after many dates, after both bared their souls to one another, they were happy to discover that all along there had been something growing between them and that the feeling was mutual.

They shared their first kiss beneath a starry sky, she had taken him to her favorite spot in the city, maybe the stars weren’t as visible as in other places due to the light pollution of the city but neither of you were really looking at them, too lost in one another. After that night everything fell into place.

In the following months, they spent as much time as they could together, lunch breaks, dinners, weekends at each other’s apartments watching movies, talking about work, about anything and everything.

After Champ had notified him that he was going to be allowed go back to field work, he invited you to dinner at his place. He decided to tell you everything then and there, about his wife, about his work; he had previously asked for permission for the last one, assuring his boss that this was serious and that he trusted you completely, he even told you about what he almost did during the whole Golden circle fiasco.

He had expected to see some kind of horror or judgement written in Indy’s face when he finally lifted his head when he stopped talking, he should have known better. He found understanding in your eyes, you told him how proud you were that he looked for help after everything he went through and that ‘James Bond job’ or not, you would be there for him.

You had also added an ‘Of course your alias is Whiskey!’ that made him laugh, but that was beyond the point.

You only asked, that every time he was to go on a mission that he’d let you know, and if he had to leave at a moment’s notice, he would call or text you as soon as he could, you also asked him to be careful.

“We just found each other I don’t want to lose you.” Were your exact words. He remembers because he kissed you as soon as you said them, it started slow and full of gratitude but it soon changed into a passionate one.

That had been the first of many nights, and mornings, he got to share his bed with you. You moved together shortly after that night. Going to bed every night and waking up with you at his side soon became the highlight of his days, if he could he would spend a lifetime just lying with you in bed. He savours every moment he gets by your side.

He had been sure, long before the date of your first year anniversary approached; both of you chose it to be the day you met; that he wanted to be there for you, he wanted to protect you, to make you as happy as you make him, to be anything you needed him to be, a friend, a lover, a life partner; you just had to say it and he’d do anything become that person.

He made a decision. They had already discussed the subject of marriage on more than one occasion, so he was sure it was something you would want or wouldn’t be opposed to it eventually. He still thought about it, long and hard for days.

After his first marriage he never thought he would be open to, well, any kind of relationship that went beyond one-night stands, but that was before therapy, before he worked on the demons inside his head; and now, now he just hoped you would be willing to take an old man as your husband. Again, he should’ve known better.

He planned everything, a romantic dinner at good restaurant; not too over the top fancy but with good food; then he would take you on a romantic walk through Central park, he knew of a spot that had a beautiful gazebo with a view to a pond, he decided he would ask you there; and of course, he sent to polish his mother’s ring.

She gave him the ring some time after his wife passed away and made him promise that he would only give it to his soulmate if he met them. His parents had been soulmates, and his grandparents as well, she explained that the ring had been in the family for many generations and more times than not the marriages had been between soulmates, maybe she believed the ring would bring him luck in finding his own.

With everything carefully planned, he just had to wait for the day to arrive.

But even the best-laid plans, often go awry.

The date fell on a Friday, he was just about to clock in when he received a call from Champ, he and Vermouth; previously known as their Ginger ale; where called for an emergency mission. A Band of extremist where planning a bombing, they got the location of their hideout and were tasked to take them out immediately.

While the mission wouldn’t take him to the other side of the planet, it would take him to the other side of the country, he knew even if they hurried up, he wouldn’t be back in time for the reservation; in fact, if he was lucky, he wouldn’t be back until midnight.

He remembers how much he had apologized to you as he called you on the Statesman’s plane, and bless you and your beautiful heart, you took it in stride, telling him it was fine and that you could celebrate the next day, that all you needed was for him to return to you safe and sound.

And he did just that. At around two in the morning, he opened the door to the apartment he shared with you, he left his hat and jacket at the entrance. He was beginning to un button his shirt when he saw you sleeping on the couch, a box of pizza on the coffee table and the tv still on.

It made him feel guilty but it also warmed his heart that you had tried to wait up for him, he decided against waking you up. He turned the tv off and took you in his arms, you only stirred a little bit before your breath evened out again. He placed you on your side of the bed and tuck you in; he took all of his clothes off except for his briefs before joining you in bed.

The next morning, he stirred awake at the feeling of your lips leaving small kisses all over his chest.

“Mmgood morning Moonshine.” He said, his voice rough from sleep.

“Good morning to you too, cowboy. Sorry I woke you up, but I couldn’t resist.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry about, love. Can’t think of a better way to wake up.” He had pull you closer to his side, your head resting on his arm. “’m sorry I missed our anniversary.”

“None of that Jack, I told you it’s okay. Besides, you can always make it up to me.” You said with mirth, running your hand up and down his torso.

He chuckled. “What did I do to deserve you?” he muttered as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

Both of you stayed quiet, just enjoying the moment, basking in the feeling of being in each other’s arms; until he broke the comfortable silence.

“Marry me.”

The words had just slipped through his lips. He knew neither of you really needed fancy restaurants or romantic venues, you just needed each other. So, what better place and moment to ask you to be his wife, than in the warmth of the home you shared, lying in each other’s arms in their bed.

“What?” He felt your hand stop its movement right on top of his heart, he was sure you had felt how fast it was beating.

“I said, marry me, Moonshine. Please?” You sat on the bed, watching him with an unreadable expression.

“Jack Daniels, you better not be joking.” You had pointed a finger to him.

“Tell me my love, if I wasn’t serious, would I have this?” He said as he also sat on the bed and reached inside of the drawer of the nightstand, taking the velvet box in his hand; not the best hiding place but he hadn’t planned for it to stay there for a long time; he opened it to show you the ring inside.

“Oh my god Jack!” you covered your mouth with your hands as your eyes became glossy with unshed tears.

“Indy, Indiana, my love, my Moonshine, my soulmate. You have no idea how blessed I feel to have you in my life, there aren’t enough words in the world to help me express how much I love you, how much you mean to me. You’re an amazing person, so kind, intelligent, strong and beautiful, and I’ll be more than honored to be your husband, if you’ll have me.” He held his breath as he watched you process what he just said.

He was beginning to get worried when you just sat there for a few seconds, that felt like an eternity to him, staring at him without saying a word. You took him by surprise when you jumped into his arms, just as he was considering on telling you that it was okay if you didn’t want to or that you could take your time before answering.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes Jack! Of course I’ll have you!” By the time he got the ring on your finger both of you were a sobbing mess. He didn’t let you leave the bed until way past noon, and only because neither of you had had breakfast. He had to take good care of his fiancée.

The wedding had been beautiful, only your closest friends and family were invited to the event.

Sometime after the wedding, Champ asked him to move back to Kentucky, he offered him a promotion, he offered him his own position in Statesman, saying that he was ready to retire and that he thought that, out of everyone else, he was the best candidate for it.

His past self would have jumped at the opportunity, not only would he be in charge of the intelligence agency, he would also become the major stockholder of the distillery; but he wasn’t that man anymore, it was a huge responsibility, even if it came with its benefits.

And he had a wife. Your friends lived here, your work was here, you had built a life for yourself in this city long before he came into your life; he couldn’t just go home and tell you ‘Darling, guess what? We’re moving to Kentucky!’ and he refused to leave you behind.

He thanked Champ for the offer and asked him for some time to think about it. He told you about it as soon as he got home. He told you that he couldn’t just ask you to leave what you worked so hard to get behind and follow him down south.

You let him speak, you let him ramble on and on about why it wasn’t a good idea, he also listed some of the positive things that came with accepting the promotion.

“Wait a minute.” You interrupted him in the middle of his tirade. “As the head or director or whatever you guys call it, you would be permanently stationed in Kentucky? As in no more field work?”

“Well, yes and no. At first yes, Champ will have to show me the ropes of everything, then I’ll probably still be active for some years but then well yes, eventually I won’t be sent on missions as frequently as right now. There’s also managing the distillery and that means normal corporate stuff like business trips and all that; it won’t be that different from what I already do here.” You nodded at his words.

“Do it. You have my support.” His eyes widened at that.

“But, but Moonshine, what about your work!?”

“What about it? I’m sure I can request a transfer, and if not I’m sure I can get a new job, it’s not like we’re moving to the middle of nowhere; I could also become a free-lancer.” You listed. “Listen Jack, if moving south means you’ll be risking your life less and less as time goes on, then we’re moving south.” And that was the end of the discussion, he knew the decision was made.

He let you choose the new house, he only asked for enough land to get a horse or two in the future; he was dying to take you on romantic rides; and you chose a beautiful roomy one, neither of you wanted to dismiss the possibility of children. The extra points of the house were the beautiful chimney inside and the fire pit on the back porch, it also had a barn not far from the main building.

And it was good that the house was quite large because half a year after moving in, he convinced you to go with him to a local farm animal expo on his day off. As you browsed through the various handmade items in display, he stumbled upon a woman selling teacup pigs, and while he had always considered himself more of a horses and dogs person, his curiosity got the better of him.

They were so adorable, one in particular caught his attention, he couldn’t resist the adorable beaded eyes looking straight at him; before he knew it, he was making his way back to you holding the little piggy in his arms.

He got a “Jack, why are you holding a pig like a baby?” from you the moment you saw him.

“Because she is! Just look at her she’s so cute, she’s my cute little lady.”

The conversation about the new member of their family continued on the way back home.

“I hope you’re not thinking about letting her stay inside the house once she begins to grow.”

“What are you talking about? Miss Daisy’s a teacup pig; she’ll only grow an inch or maybe three at most.”

“Oh, so it’s Miss Daisy! She already has a name and all that. I’m warning you; I’m not going to pick up what Miss Daisy produces after eating.” You said. “Wait, teacup pig? You are aware there’s no such thing as teacup pigs, right?”

“What do you mean? The woman said they were all teacup pigs.”

“Oh my god. My love, you have been deceived.”

He may not know a lot about pigs, but he couldn’t believe that that sweet woman had outright lied to him, right?

Wrong. Like always, you were right, and he fucked up. At least he eventually convinced you to let him keep Miss Daisy inside. She’ll always be a baby to him, no matter how big she got.

And then, he became an actual father. It wasn’t enough for you to give him so much love and happiness, now you had given him the greatest gift of all. She was perfect, from her tiny nose to her even tinnier toes.

If he had cried when you agreed to marry him, and cried even more when you gave him the news of your pregnancy; he was sure he cried a river the day their daughter was born.

Here he was, years later, still madly in love with you, still feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

He was brought back from his memories by a pair of hands sliding around his middle from behind.

“Hey, I made hot chocolate, want a cup?” He turned around to properly face you, a big smile on his face. “What? Do I have some coco powder on me?”

“No,” he shook his head “no. It’s just, well, you just took my breath away.” He said wiggling his eyebrows up and down in the way he knew always made you laugh.

“Pffff, Jack, I married you, you can stop saying stuff like that.”

“On the contrary, Moonshine, I shall keep on stating the truth of how my stunning wife makes me feel every single day of my life.” He leaned to give you a sweet short kiss.

“You haven’t answered Mr. Daniels, hot chocolate or do you want a cup of coffee?���

“Mmmm, I’ll have the chocolate this time, gotta honor the drink that brought you into my life, Mrs. Daniels.” He pressed his forehead against yours.

“What’s gotten into you today?” You asked, laughing softly as the hairs of his moustache tickled your upper lip.

“Nothing, just been reminiscing my happiest memories. Want to know a secret?” He whispered the question. “They’re all about you.” He leaned in for another kiss when the voice of his little girl calling for him reached them.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look! Look at Miss Daisy! Isn’t she pretty?” He turned his head from his Moonshine as his daughter came running up to them in her cute pajamas, just in time to see Miss Daisy as she came waddling behind his lil’ sweetheart wearing a pink tutu, a tiara and he noticed her glittery pink painted hooves.

“Wow, sweetheart! She’s really pretty!” He tried to sound excited for his daughter’s sake, but he knew it came out more strained than he wanted.

She giggled before running off back to her room, with, once again, Miss Daisy running after her.

“Want me to google if that nail polish could be potentially harmful for her while you put our little tornado to sleep?” God bless his wife.

“Yes, please.” He let out a sigh. “You’re amazin’ Moonshine.” He turned back to you before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I got you, cowboy.” He had to separate from your arms so he could go help their daughter keep her bed time schedule, otherwise they’ll surely have a cranky child for most of the next day.

“Hey honey! You want a bed time story?” he heard a distant ‘yay’ and a couple of snorts in response. “Be right back babe.” With a wink as he walked towards their daughter’s room.

Maybe he’ll never get used to this much happiness in his life, but he’ll never complain, what were the odds that he would meet his soulmate and build a beautiful home and a beautiful family with her. He must have done at least something right if he got to live this life.

And he will live it, to its fullest.

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@oloreaa​

[taleofharrison]

Bass Lines | Calum Hood

Summary: Calum meets reader at a festival and bond over music.

Warnings: none really I think.

Requested: Yes by an anon.

Word Count: 1251 (which is crazy I thought it was shorter)

A/N: This one I wrote it in the second person like the fics I’m used to reading I’m kind of experimenting with different ways of telling stories so I can find with what I’m most comfortable with and because I use fanfic writing as my way of practicing English so enjoy and tell me what you think also I don’t play bass so idk if this is what you had in mind so I hope you like it.

MASTERLIST HERE

It was a small festival just a little something, nothing compared to Coachella or something like that but it still was a festival. They wanted to do something a little bit smaller than the stadiums and sold out venues they were so used to.

As they tuned their instruments Calum allowed himself to start playing and mess around a little bit with his bass plating some riffs not only written by him but from another of their favorites riffs by other bands.

"I recognize that riff!" you said making presence behind him known, "I wrote it"

"Yeah I just was messing around before our presentation" Calum lifted his look from his bass to look at you. He had seen you before, he had been following your band on youtube for a while though in person you looked different prettier is the word he'd use "I've been a fan of your band for a while"

"Really? I never thought the Calum Hood from 5 seconds of summer would be fan our little local band" you teased. Calum could've sworn there was a flirty tone in it.

"Well you have good songs and covers and I think you did a 5sos one, am I right?"

"Yeah we did Moving Along" you answered smiling.

"Sure uhm...Is this your first festival or...?" Calum wanted to talk to you he didn't know what else to talk to you besides music or your band.

"Yeah it is!" you said with a smile "The first time we are performing away from our hometown it's really a big deal for us and we are so excited!"

"Well I wish the best of lucks" he smiled at you. Ashton, Luke, and Michael were sharing amused looks they thought it was funny the way Calum tried to flirt with you "But I don't think you really need it anyways. Your band is great"

You turned your face with a flustered look in your eyes avoiding his gaze "I'm Calum by the way"

"Yeah I know," you said "I'd say you're pretty famous"

"But this is the first time we see each other in person" he pointed.

"Well you might have a point" you smiled "I'm Y/N"

"Y/N! Come here it's almost our turn!" the lead vocalist from your band called you.

"I have to go - uhm - nice to meet you Calum"

Once you weren't in sight Calum turned to face his best friends who were smiling and ready to make fun of him. He just knew it he saw it in their playful smiles.

"For a moment I thought you were ready to ask her to marry you" Luke started followed by Ashton's giggles

"You had heart eyes the whole time you were talking to her!" Michael exclaimed earning an eye roll from Calum.

"Honestly mate you should ask her out or at least for her number" Ashton suggested.

Calum just left the backstage to see your band's performance and maybe take a small video to post on Instagram and give you a boost.

calumhood- been following these girls for a while go check them out  @NewLight

As you guys left the stage you saw Calum on the side of the stage.

"So what do you think?" you asked putting your bass down next to you.

"Uhm it was pretty good for a small local band" he teased. He had been flirting with you since the moment he saw you so why not make the first move yourself?

"Maybe you can give some rockstar advice someday?" you offered

"Uh - yeah just give me your number" 

Around a week later you were outside of a small coffee shop in California. Calum had asked you to meet him there for a small first date. When you entered you spotted him and the back of the shop a black bucket hat on his head.

"I thought you weren't going to show up" he said once you took a seat next to him.

"Sorry, I lost the track of time I was rehearsing" you explained, "I wouldn't miss the chance of talking to one of my favorite bassists, would I?"

"Am I one of your favorite bassists?" he smirked. You said that out loud without noticing.

"Yeah I mean..." A flustered look took over your face. One thing Calum thought was adorable "My friends and I were 5sos fans and you inspired us to actually go for this dream...our band before we found your music was just a hobby"

He nodded "Well I'm flattered. I'm glad we could inspire you guys somehow you have great covers and your few original songs are great too"

"Thank you" you smiled at his compliments "and thank you for that Instagram post a record label is actually interested in us and we are going to meet them in two days so..."

"No need to thank me" he shrugged "after all my band has a similar story"

You smiled at that "So how long have you been playing the bass?"

"Uhm since I was little...like 8 or 9 years old" you answered "My mom wanted me to play classical music and got me into piano lessons but I never really liked it and when my dad bought me my first bass for my birthday it was the moment I knew that was my thing"

You didn't notice the time until the small place was empty with only the two of you and the barista behind the counter.

"Do you want to continue this date at my house?" he asked "We can fangirl about each other a little more"

"Yeah, I'd like that"

The ride to his house was full of music and exchange of opinions in music, you had a lot in common and you were really enjoying his company you hadn't felt this way about a guy in a while you only hoped this would lead to a second date any time soon.

"Alright so you can use this bass" he gave you a black bass "I'm going to show you what I've been working on"

"Am I getting a 5sos sneak peek before anybody else?" he shook his head smiling and getting ready to show you the riff the had thought of.

"So what do you think?" he asked looking up to see your face.

"I think you can make it faster, I think it would sound better" you took the bass and started playing the exact same riff but faster surprising Calum.

"You just listened to the riff once and now you have it learned?"

"Yeah" you giggled "my mom she didn't want me to take bass lessons really keen on me being the best pianist in the whole world. I had to learn some riffs myself until my dad convinced her and I finally could take bass lessons"

After some advice exchange and rewrites in songs and ideas. Calum realized he was in love or at least that he was falling for you something that he thought was crazy and stupid given the fact this was your first date and hadn't met personally until a week before this. 

"Wow you're amazing" he gasped "maybe you can help with some of the ideas I have for the next album and I can help you too"

"That'd be great but I really have to go back home it's getting late" you excused yourself looking at the clock on the wall "maybe next week?"

"Next week it is" Calum smiled agreeing to the plan.

[cheesy-che]

Gift exchange - TMNT fanfic

Yet another slice of life fanfic with @sassatello 's original character and mine, set in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles universe (2k3). You can read the first part here. 

Click here for info about : Adrian (Sassatello’s OC) and Mizuiro (my OC) Words : About 2260 /// Type : Fluff, as always! ~

Gift Exchange Unfolding the small piece of paper in his hand, Donatello smiled awkwardly at the name appearing on it. He noticed how wiggly the initial was, followed by five succinct and well-rounded letters. As he felt a small rush of blood in his cheeks, he was more apprehensive than he should have been. 

This gift exchange was a great idea for everyone in their group to receive something special. However, as soon as he had noticed the “A” on the white stationary, his mind was filled with doubt. For some reason, he had thought of a possible gift for everyone in their group: A comic-book shelf for Mikey; a portable radio for Mizuiro; relaxing bath salts for Raph; a French-press tea infuser for Leo... well, for everyone except Adrian. The common agreement in their group -considering the lack of funds from most- was that the gifts would either have to be handmade or recycled. Donatello could create a lot of things easily. He knew more than anyone that making things was his specialty. Nonetheless, he was now completely in the dark as to what he could offer to their terrapin friend from outer space. How could he find an original gift for someone who has access to an inter dimensional portal? Adrian probably could find whatever he wants, whenever he felt like it, right? 

The ever so resourceful mutant turtle was already running out of ideas. It took him days to admit it, but he was at an impasse. Eventually, he decided to ask Adrian’s closest friend. She was the only one aware of their relationship so far. After all, only three weeks had passed since they had their first kiss. 

~ 

Today, the turtles’ lair was being prepared for their annual Christmas party. While Adrian was helping Raphael hanging decorations around, Mizuiro was untangling fairy lights in the living room. Michelangelo was writing down the ingredients they would need for cooking and Leonardo was decorating the tree with their father. Meanwhile, Donatello was making sure that the electrical panel could handle their future power usage. Noticing how his task involved being physically close to Mizuiro, he thought it might be an occasion to ask for advice. Fortunately for him, loud festive music was playing at their place, thanks to Michelangelo. Nobody else would hear what he was about to ask. 

“So...” Donatello started innocently, grabbing Mizuiro’s attention. Have you already thought about your gift?” 

“I did.” His friend sighed after letting go of a knot she has been working on untangling. “But it’s not done yet.” 

“Right.” He paused. “There isn’t much time left before Christmas.” 

She hummed in agreement, keeping her concentration on the many wires laying around. 

“To be completely honest,” Donatello continued, “I don’t have a clue of what I could give.” 

He shyly scratched the back of his head, hoping for a reaction from her friend. Eventually, Mizuiro looked up, witnessing his doubtful expression. The brow bones behind his purple mask framed his eyes in a downward curve. He was implicitly asking for help.

“Whose name did you end up with?” She asked curiously. 

“Adrian...” he mentioned in a lower voice. 

Mizuiro looked around to check if anyone heard him. Seeing they didn’t, she got up and approached him slowly. Still hearing loud melodies playing around the lair, she relied on them to cover their conversation.

“What’s wrong, Donnie?”

“I really don’t know what I can give him”, he repeated, “and I don’t want it to be something that’s too obvious either. I don’t know if my family is okay with us being more than friends.”

“But,” his human friend interrupted him, “what makes you think they wouldn’t approve?”

“I don’t know.” he sighed, fiddling with his own hands as usual. “It’s not really a subject we talk about in our home. I’m sure you understand, since you must’ve thought about it, too.”

His friend’s shoulders subtly became stiff.

“Adrian told me.” Donatello shrugged, empathizing about these awkward feelings that weren’t easy to put into words. “Your secret is safe with me though, I promise.”

Without saying anything, she stared at him with a worried glance. After another quick look around, she finally let out a few words, in a much lower voice.

“I understand,” Mizuiro sighed, asking herself how long she would be able to keep her feelings secret at this point.  “Why don’t you focus less on your intimate knowledge of him… and more on what other people know?”

He moved his right hand to his chin, not sure what she meant.

“For example,” his friend continued, “he introduced himself as a traveller, right? This alone must surely give you ideas.”

His eyes expanded after hearing this, realizing the answer has been right under his nose all this time. Well, his beak, in his case. Only a few seconds after, they were surprised by Raphael’s voice coming from the other side of the lair. He had his hand on the sound system volume, where he had adjusted the tuning knob to be heard.

“When you two geeks are done discussing electrical power and whatnot, could you give us a hand with this?”

As he pointed the top of the Christmas tree, they both noticed how their traditional star-shaped topper had yet to be functional. Immediately, Donatello smiled and walked in direction of the tree. 

“What is it? You didn’t connect it on the garlands?” he inquired.

“We didn’t want to make anything explode.” Raphael retorted, half-joking.

Mizuiro admired the way Donatello could change subject so easily, not showing any sign of his previously stressed state of mind. She went back to untangling the lights on the floor, a well-known black hand with red spots appearing in front of her. Adrian offered his help while sitting next to her. 

“You told him.” Mizuiro whispered after a minute of silence. 

“What?” her friend breathed back.

“About… our secret.”

“Oh!” Adrian exclaimed, way too loud for his friend’s taste.

She put her finger in front of her mouth.

“I’m sorry!” Adrian justified himself, back to an undertone. “The guy is a genius. It was only a matter of time until he figured I was hiding something from him. It slipped out.”

His friend sighed again, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. 

“I don’t want to ruin Christmas with all of this… drama.” She said softly.

Her terrapin friend placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t ruin anything, but I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“Thank you, Adrian.”

He gently hugged her before untangling the last two wires. He felt the need to stand in a victorious swing, both his hands showing off the now precisely arranged lights on the floor.

“We did it!” He said out loud, trying to cheer his friend.

“We?” Leonardo stepped in. “Mizuiro did most of the work, didn’t she?”

She shrugged while getting up, Adrian winking at her with the most obvious smile. This guy just didn’t know subtlety like she did, apparently. 

~

On December 25th, Adrian appeared in the middle of the lair. Their gift exchange has been planned for 3 PM, but the portal user came by an hour earlier. He could never determine New York’s exact time after the Daylight-Saving date. On other planets he visited, most of them agreed on a global time management solution. At least for once, he was in advance instead of being late.

“Hey, Adrian!” Michelangelo greeted him with a smile. “You’re early!” 

“Apparently?” he smiled back after noticing the time on the kitchen clock. “Hey, where should I put my gift?”

“Right here, my dude!” Michelangelo pointed their Christmas tree.

He noticed that six gifts were placed there, all indicating their names.

“Wait, is Mizuiro here already?”

“Uh yeah, she’s with Donnie, in his lab. I think she’s working on something with him.”

Adrian noticed the television was on, the weather forecast announcing snow in their area.

“Oh, can we go outside after our gift exchange!?” his friend asked with an enthusiastic voice. “Is it okay for us to go out in the day like that?”

“We could, yeah! There aren’t many humans outside during Christmas anyway.”

Michelangelo drew the attention at them.

“Hey guys! We can start early. Adrian is here!”

Raphael and Leonardo stepped out of the dojo while two heads peeked outside of the laboratory. Splinter had risen up from the couch and sat next to their Christmas tree. The seven of them formed a circle, Adrian making sure to sit next to Donatello.

“So, who’s first?” Splinter asked. “Should I just pick one since I am not biased?”

They all agreed to follow his suggestion, and he carefully gave the gifts to everyone. One by one, they opened their gifts and thanked each other. Adrian had found a cool-looking extraterrestrial dagger for Raphael during one of his travel, who then gave a knitted scarf to Leonardo. The latter gave a bracelet to Mizuiro, mentioning he had looked for trinkets all around the city to make it. Michelangelo received a pair of harem pants made by Mizuiro, which he tried on immediately. He proceeded by giving his gift to Donatello, which was a homemade “Do not disturb” sign to put on the door of his lab with cupcakes he had cooked. Last but not least, Adrian received a water bottle from Donatello. A confused look appeared on his face.

“Please, open the bottle” Donatello insisted. “There is a filter inside that should allow you to drink water wherever you find it!”

“Oh, that is so cool!” Adrian beamed. “Thank you, honey!”

Completely oblivious to his words, he kept examining the bottle and the craftmanship of it. Eventually, his attention got back to Donatello, whose face was now as red as a mutant turtle could be.

“Honey?” Michelangelo broke the silence.

“Did that just slip out of your mouth?” Raphael asked, an awkward smile appearing on his face.

“Oh.” Adrian softly winced, realizing the situation he had just created.

He looked around and saw everyone alternating their attention between Donatello and him. The conclusion was evident, seeing how shy and silent both of them suddenly were. Mizuiro put her hand in front of her mouth to hide her subtle smile. Unfortunately, someone did notice it.

“Wait,” Leonardo addressed her. “You knew?”

She was about to justify herself when Adrian disrupted the general uneasiness. He casually went sitting next to Donatello and put an arm over his now official “boyfriend”.

“I guess there’s no way of denying it now, is there?” he joked, avoiding their stares by looking at his partner. 

Even if he didn’t want to admit he was embarrassed, redness had also appeared on his cheeks.

“I am happy for you, my son.” Declared the turtle’s father, whose reaction was unexpectedly calm and collected. “You didn’t have to hide it from us.”

“Since when!?” interrupted Michelangelo.

Donatello, however, couldn’t say anything. It was not how he had planned to announce this to his family. Actually, he didn’t even have the chance to think of a better alternative. At least, Adrian had made it easier to swallow the pill by saying it nonchalantly.

“Erm well… Adrian, didn’t you want to go outside?” Donatello suggested, wanting to escape this uncomfortable situation as much as possible.

“Yes!” he remembered. “Let’s go now, how about that?”

Adrian got up and took Donatello by the hand, walking in direction of the lair’s entrance. Michelangelo wouldn’t accept the change of subject so easily.

“Don’t take it badly, I’m really hyped for them! I simply wonder why he didn’t tell us!”

“Love is complicated, Mikey.” Insisted Raphael. “Let them be. I’m sure Donnie will answer our questions later. Let’s just go outside for now, yeah?”

“Make sure to come back before 5,” mentiond Splinter. “That’s when I asked our guests to visit. Be careful, and don’t taunt him with your questions so much.”

A synchronized “Yes sensei” formally escaped the mouth of the three remaining mutant turtles. They all went in their respective rooms to find winter clothing. Donatello came back with other garments destined for Adrian. Snow has always been a source of joy for the traveller. Even if he had witnessed many different climates and meteorological phenomena, nothing could make him feel as giddy as Earth’s own frozen vapor. The fact that he had associated the sight of snow with Donatello’s presence might have been a good indicator of why he liked it so much. 

~

Outside, while their little group were making a snow sculpture, Donatello had asked Adrian to take a walk far from the others. Holding his special someone’s hand along the road, Adrian felt proud to be with him. Despite the shy nature of his partner, he showed much more confidence. His smile was growing by the second, not having to hide himself from anyone. Well, he still had to avoid humans, -and the cold- hence the snowsuit he was wearing. 

“I had something else to give you, Adrian.” Calmly said Donatello.

“Oh? You didn’t have to!”

“I insist. The water bottle was easy to make. I wanted you to have this.”

He handed him a booklet out of his pocket.

“This is a portable photo album with pictures of our group. I asked Mizuiro to help me print it.”

Adrian briefly looked at the pages in the book, but he decided to hug his partner for the moment being. He placed a delicate kiss on his forehead, hugging him even tighter. 

“You’re absolutely precious, do you know that, Donnie?”

“Ah… come on.” He shyly scoffed back. ~

(( Original art here ))

[endless-vall]

In The Race - MFTL fanfic

Summary: With Valentine’s day just around the corner, Charlie gets asked out by... All of her admirers.

Author’s note: This fanfic doesn’t neccesarily has any of the LIs favored, basically following the direction of the story. But it does have something I think the story is lacking.

It has Ava joining the competition. Actually being one of the options, to say.

Which I think is really a shame the story hasn’t given us any scene like that before! So I had to write it.

Enjoy!

Charlie was lying in bed, awake even before her alarm clock.

She let her thoughts swirl in her head, for a tiny bit longer.

With valentine day coming up, Charlie knew her decision was long overdue.

How did the time flew by so fast? It was just the start of the school year not that long ago...

The alarm clock rang, cutting off her line of thought. Time to get ready for school.

Charlie had a feeling she was going to be asked on a date for Valentine Days today. Probably by more than one person. She sighed in front of her closet.

Mason... Or Noah?

She shook her head and sighed. Regardless of the choice she has to make later today, she needed to look good today.

After getting ready, Ava stopped by to give her and Mack a ride for school.

“Damn Charlie, if looks could kill...” Ava trailed off.

Sometimes it was hard making that distinction between a friend giving her a compliment, and Ava flirting with her. Ava seemed to share Charlie’s confusion, since she avoided her gaze and let her cheeks draken right after that.

“Thanks, Ava.” Charlie mumbled, trying to focus on anything but how akward she felt right now.

Mack probably sensed that something was awry, and changed the subject.

Thank god the subject she decided on wasn’t ‘So who’s goona be your valentine date?’ becuase if she’d asked that Charlie would jump out of the car.

They arrived at school and went their separate ways.

“Charlie, wait up!” A familiar voice called behind her, on her way to class. She knew who that voice belonged to, far before she turned around to face him. Mason.

Mason was making his way towards her, a huge buquet of flowers in his hands. There was no hiding it was meant for Charlie.

“I’m actually on my to class right now, can’t be late for Mr. Roger’s, you know how he--” Somehow, Charlie found herself trying to avoid all her suitors.

Once, it would’ve been a dream come true to have Mason ask her to spend Valentine’s day with him with a grand gesture.

But right now, with her head spinning from all her options, she felt like a mess. And she didn’t deserve to go with anyone on a date on Valentine day’s. Let along Mason.

“It won’t take long, I promise.” He jogged up to her, his usualy charming smile inevidebly gaining her attention. 

Charlie nodded, and Mason handed her the bouqet. “Charlie, I’m crazy about you. And it would be an hounr if you’d let me take you out on Valentine’s Day. You don’t have to give me an answer now, just take these and promise you’ll think about it.”

His speech definitely caught Charlie’s attention, and before she knew what she was doing Charlie was nodding and promising she’ll think about it.

A few more hours passed, and Charlie made her way to her locker.

She was asked to Valentine day by Mason, but even though she used to dream about it now she wasn’t sure if her heart was in it.

Thankfully she didn’t have to give him an answer right away.

After pressing the numbers on her combination lock, she pulled at it. 

In a moment, the locker’s door was being pulled with it and stuff were falling all over Charlie. “Ah!” She yelled before she could stop herself.

A few students sent glances towards her way, but only shrugged or ‘Aww’ed at her when they saw what scattered all over the floor.

There were a few rose petals, along with big ‘love me’ bear plushie and a note attached to it.

Charlie crunched down and picked the bear up. She unfolded the note and read it.

‘Valentine?

                     - Noah 💕’

Charlie couldn’t help the heat running up to her cheeks.

She looked around herself to see Noah watching her as he made his way closer.

“Noah, I--” She didn’t know what to say.

“Shh... I know. Just let me know, okay?” He winked at her, before planting a kiss on her cheek and leaving her standing there, flustered and confused.

What was she supposed to do now?

At the end of the day, she was standing next to Ava’s car. She was waiting up for her and Mack to arrive so they could all go home.

As Charlie watched Ava getting closer, she tried to hide the flowers and teddy bear she recieved behind her back, but to no avail.

Ava stopped short just a few steps before Charlie.

“Umm... Mack should be here in a couple of minutes...” Charlie smiled, desparetly trying to change the subject.

“No problem.” Ava commented. She raised an eyebrow at Charlie’s hands being behind her back.

“I take that these are gifts from Mason and Noah?” She asked, stating the obvious.

“Yeah...” Charlie shrugged.

Ava gave Charlie a look. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but was conflicted wheather she should say it or not.

“Chalie, I--” Just as soon as Ava opened her mouth to finally speak, Mack arrived from the other side of the car. “Are we ready to go yet??” 

The moment was ruined, and Charlie will probably never know what Ava wanted to tell her.

Or so she thought.

The ride home went smoothly. Mack told them about her day and they chatted about it.

When they arrived at Charlie’s house, Mack was the first to jump out of the car.

“Thanks for the ride, I’ll see you tomorrow Ava!” She called behind her back.

Charlie trailed behind.

“Ava...” She bit at her lower lip. “Did you--”

“I broke up with Bayla.” Ava blurted out.

“O-oh... I’m sorry to hear that.” Was she?

“Actually, don’t be.” Ava dismissed her, with a sudden smile. She looked determined, and turned to face Charlie completely now.

“We didn’t really work out, but in retrospect I’m glad we got to experience dating with each other. But that’s not why I stopped you.” Ava started.

“So why did you?” Charlie prompted her.

Ava seemed nervous, but also decisive. “I just wanted to put myself out there. Charlie. This is me... Stepping forward. I want you to know... That I’m in this race too. If you wanted to spend Valentine’s day with me... I’d love to.” Ava looked intently into her eyes, and her eyes glimmered with something Charlie never saw before.

What. Just. Happened.

Just when Charlie knew who she wanted to pick and ask out...

Ava came out of nowhere and blew all her plans away.

With Ava in the competition... Charlie was back at square one.

“Ava, I don’t know what to say.” Charlie admitted, flustered.

Ava had a shymphathetic look in her eyes. “So don’t say anything.” She leaned over and gave Charlie’s hand a squeeze.

“Valentine day is a few more days away. You can tell me then.” Ava winked at her.

Charlie nodded silently and got out of Ava’s car.

Was she really just back at square one?

Ava drove away and she sighed.

Yes. Yes she was.

That’s it. It was time she had made her desicion.

Charlie strode over to her house, with a newfound determination in her eyes.

[dc41896]

Secret’s Out

Pairing: Jake JensenxBlack Reader

⚠️: None all fluff💕!!

Sat on the black leather couch, you impatiently looked at the clock on the wall as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive for your date. He forgot your last date nights from being so busy the last couple of months, so he promised to give you the best night of your life.

Securing the fallen strap of your short, white, flowy dress back on your shoulder, you glance at your phone to make sure you didn’t miss any of his texts or calls.

“Relax it’s just after 7,” you thought to yourself taking a breath. “I’m sure he didn’t forget....again.”

Just to check though, you picked up your phone sending him a reminder masked as an innocent check in. Either way if he forgot or not, your nerves could relax now that you said something.

Y/N: Hope you had a great day at work☺️, can’t wait for tonight! ❤️

Grabbing the remote off the coffee table, you figure you might as well catch up on your shows while you wait as you tucked your legs under you and lie your head on the armrest. By the time you finished an episode, you were sure he’d be here ready to go.

However one episode turned into two, then four, and so on until you didn’t even feel yourself fall asleep holding the remote close to your chest. Eyes fluttering open to now see the “are you still watching?” message across your tv, you quickly reach for your phone to see that it’s now 10 o’clock and no word from Jake.

“And he forgot again,” you sigh, standing up to go to your shared bedroom to change into your pajamas and wash the makeup from your face. Walking down the hall, you pass the familiar mysterious door your boyfriend practically begged you not to go in when you started living together. He didn’t say much about it, just that his “important and personal belongings were there” and he’d really appreciate it if you didn’t open the door.

“I bet he’d remember if it had something to do with that room,” you muttered to yourself crossing the threshold of your bedroom and placing your purse on the nearby dresser.

And that’s when your pettiness and curiosity got the best of you.

The logical and responsible part of your brain knew you should just calm down, go to bed, and not go against his wishes. But with no sign of him coming home anytime soon, the part of your brain that was hurt and fed up wanted to go on a mini field trip.

“How to pick a lock,” you typed into safari to be met with thousands of results.

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“Babe?!,” Jake called rushing into the apartment and quickly locking the door behind him. “My phone died so I couldn’t text back and I’m sor-whoa!,”

“Who are you really?,” you ask holding your phone in one hand and a meat fork in the other pointed in his direction. Hands up in front of him, he looks over your shoulder to see a light shining into the hall through the wide open door making his eyebrows furrow.

“You opened the door?!”

“Hey I’ll be the one asking the questions ok? First one being why are there guns and basically a whole surveillance van in there?!”

“I’ll answer anything you want, but can you put the fork down please? I know you’re a bit on edge and skeptical but it’s me, Jake. I’m not gonna hurt you.” As he takes a step forward, you take a step back gripping tighter on the handle of the fork and ready to tap the screen of your phone, which he figured already had 911 dialed.

“Alright,” he sighs slowly getting down on the ground with his hands behind his back. “If you go in my sock drawer there’s handcuffs towards the bottom. If it’ll make you feel better go get them and you can handcuff me so you know I won’t do anything. I promise I’ll stay right here the whole time.”

Hesitant at first, you slowly walk backwards to the bedroom making sure to keep your eyes on him before following his directions to look in the drawer.

“I’m guessing these weren’t an employee appreciation gift from CertaTech,” you retort tightening the metal around his wrists.

“Not exactly,” he lightly chuckles as you help him stand to his feet. Leading him to the kitchen table, he carefully sits in the creaky chair as you sit across from him placing your phone and fork down in front of you.

“Worked with handcuffs before, have we?”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest and looking at him unamused, his innocent smile falls as he stops laughing and clears his throat to collect himself. “You’re right, definitely not the time.”

“The room Jake. If that’s your real name.”

“It is. My name is actually Jake Jensen and the room is because I work with a special forces team that carries out missions given to us by the government.”

“So...like CIA, undercover agent type stuff?”

“Something like that.”

“And by team you mean Clay, Pooch, and everyone?”

“Yea.”

“So all this time you’ve been leaving for work, you’ve actually been going on missions?,” you ask gently rubbing your temples to which he nods.

“Either I’m on a mission, a briefing giving me my orders, or I’m at the warehouse doing intel.”

“And why did it take all this time to tell me? Like I get it with that line of work you have to be private but still Jake. I mean were you ever planning on telling me?”

“Yes of course I wanted to tell you, but I was waiting on the right time.”

“And when would’ve that been?! When I’m in the hospital giving birth and a nurse comes in with a letter from you saying ‘hey babe! Sorry I couldn’t make it I’m in Africa on a covert mission’?!”

“No, it would’ve been long before-wait, are you pregnant?”

“Jake!”

“What?! You’re the one who brought it up I’m just trying to make sure.”

“I brought it up as an example,” you sigh with hand on your forehead. “At this moment no I’m not, but now I know what all could potentially come with it if I do in the future. Like you not being there.”

“Y/N look at me,” he softly orders leaning forward as his chest hung over the table. “I promise I was going to tell you and would not have waited that long. It’s just I love you so much and I didn’t want to scare you off, especially by saying something when we first met.”

Getting up from your seat, you saunter over to sit in his lap gently holding his face in your hands.

“I get you not wanting to scare me away, but you know once I put my mind to something I’m in all the way. That includes relationships too,” you softly smile before connecting your lips with his. “I’m sorry for breaking into your private room.”

“It’s okay, and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“You’re forgiven,” you giggle leaning your forehead against his. “That is the only secret you’re hiding right?”

“Well...”

“Seriously?!”

“I’m kidding! That’s it I swear,” he chuckles pecking your lips.

“Ha ha so funny,” you sarcastically reply standing up.

“Now can you take these cuffs off? My arms are starting to fall asleep.”

“Right sorry. Where’s the key?”

“The key wasn’t with them?”

“No I thought you had it...?”

“Y/N if this is you getting me back-,”

“Babe I promise it’s not!,” you respond slightly panicked now trying to figure out how to get your boyfriend out of this predicament. “Here let me try to pick it.”

“You’re probably not gonna be able to-,” he starts before hearing a click and feeling a release of pressure from the restraints.

“Got it! They didn’t scratch you did they?”

“Uh no, no I’m ok,” Jake answers standing up as he lightly rubs his wrist looking at you in awe. “Call me crazy, but the fact that you can pick a lock now makes you even hotter.”

Looking down as you shyly giggle, he raises your chin as his lips come dangerously close to yours, with blue eyes intensely peering at you as if you were the only thing in the world he wanted.

“Speaking of being hot, you want to know what you do that always gets me excited?,” you sensually whisper biting your bottom lip.

“What’s that?”

“Getting me food,” you answer against his lips lightly patting his chest before walking towards your bedroom.

“It’s after 11 though, nothing’s open.”

“Well that wouldn’t be a problem if someone would’ve came home on time or told me they were gonna be late,” you smile before closing the door.

“It’s not my fault my phone died it kept roaming!,” he calls after you before picking up his keys and heading out the door while shaking his head.

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Not a Joke

In a way, this is kind of a self-indulgent thing. That and there seems to be a serious lack of chubby reader here. That or I just can’t seem to find many. Some angst with a fluff end. Mild swearing.

Also, happy birthday to my favorite loud man! God, I love him 

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The joke has been around for a while. Having hopes up twice was normal, but after the fifth time, it became tiring. Who knew so many people kept getting dared to date me, then just stand me up if I say yes. That’s why now, I’m not taking a certain teacher here seriously. How many times has he proclaimed it over his radio show, and in the school? I don’t know who dared him to, but it must be something drastic if he loses since recently he’s been more persistent. Either that, or he’s losing his patience over the last month. I’m losing my patience myself. I’m tired of this game of “love confession”. 

What makes it worse is I overheard one or two students saying how they’ve been writing fanfics of the drama between the Art teacher and English teacher. A few others piping up how they ship it, and teaming up to try making it real. Much to their displeasure, the attempts never helped. Shouta was surprisingly amused by the events. It might be from the distress his best friend ends up in. He knows what guys have done and has actually hurt more than one man who faked in dating me. He’s like a big brother. 

I’m resting in Shouta's classroom after coming in and helping the students. That and he doesn't mind me coming in to help them stay under control. They left as soon as the bell rang. 

It didn't take long for the door to slam open and in trot Hizashi. "Great to see ya again, Songbird!" Again with the nicknames. The painful twinge in my chest came back. 

Please, just stop this already. I can't get my hopes up again. It hurts. His loud entrance woke up Shouta. He realized who it was, rolled his eyes, and laid back down, almost immediately falling back asleep. Damn it Shouta! Wake up and help me! I went to wake him, but a certain someone lunging onto my back prevented it. The force almost knocked me over. It doesn’t help he somehow made himself wrap his legs and arms around me tightly. 

I hate myself more for the yearning that screamed through me that liked it and didn’t want him to let go. It felt so nice to finally have some kind of contact. I knew he had to get off before I caved. All it took was a harsh pinch to one of his arms that made him let go and fall to the floor with a comical “thump”. He quickly brushed it off and stood up. “Extra feisty today, eh Songbird?” 

Well yeah, he hasn’t done that before. Sure a frequent arm slung around my shoulders or the rare “friendly” arm lock as we walked somewhere. My body screams and begs for more contact every time. I quickly grew disgusted by myself for this craving. I look over to see Shouta was awake with one eye open. There was slight amusement in it. I glared at him as he did nothing to help. Hizashi was still looking at me in a rather loving way. When did this guy have time for acting!? “I don’t know how you do it Songbird, but you’re getting more beautiful by the day!” (Why did writing this low-key make me cringe?) I rolled my eyes at the cheesy line. He tried to loop his arm around my right, but I moved to the side just in time for him to miss. Disappointment covered his face. He quickly went back to smiling and talked a bit to Shouta and me before leaving. 

Shouta had only one of his eyes open again. “When are you two going to get together? I’m rather tired of dealing with the two of you being the talk amongst the class.” 

I shook my head. “You know it’s not going to happen. I just… can’t Shouta. I’ve had my hopes up so many times only to be crushed time and time again.” 

“Give him a chance. He seems serious about it.” Just imagining it made icy claws dig through my chest. Yet, there was also a burning desire flowing through making it a war of fire and ice in my own body.  “No. I’m sorry, I just can’t take it again.” I refused to look at him. He sat up a bit, and his steely gaze pierced through me. “There will always be heartbreak in life. You can’t let that be the thing that stops you. You just have to keep going until you find the right one.” 

I looked at him bewildered. “Since when were you the one wise with romance?” He shrugged. “I’m not.” He then went back to sleep. Looking at the clock, the students will be released from lunch soon. 

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A few days later, it was noticeable he was trying less than before. The yearning for his touch returned. I was feeling conflicted about it. Even the kids were less adamant about it. Walking back to my classroom, I heard a conversation between Yagi and Hizashi. 

“I’m getting tired of it! My precious Songbird has been denying me the whole time!”

“Maybe get them to visit your home? They could be scared to admit it in public?” He sounded rather unsure himself, and maybe even slightly uncomfortable. “I’ve TRIED that! Hugging them in a room alone, confessing multiple times, and so on! I just don’t get why they’re so afraid of it!” 

“It could be something with others dared to date them? I’ve heard it’s happened a lot more than once.” 

“WHAT!?” Hizashi screeched. I decided to barge into their conversation before Yagi slips other things. “You guys okay? I heard Hizashi yell.” Hizashi looked like he was unsure whether to be sad or frustrated. It was rather hard to tell with his glasses. “Songbird! So good to see ya again!” 

“We just talked yesterday…”

“That’s too long dear!” He went to hug me again but stopped himself. Yagi noped himself out of the odd feeling rising between the two of us. I wanted to escape the uneasy feeling as well and started on my way to class. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my wrist. "Songbird? This may be a little sudden, but would ya like to visit my home on Sunday? Ya can even bring someone if that's better!" He sounded like he was hopeful, and my guess it was to not bring someone. 

I thought about it. He wouldn't try anything too serious, would he? He hasn't really been forceful in any way. After another moment of deciding, I nodded. His face went into one of the biggest smiles I've seen since knowing him. “Great! See ya in the afternoon!” He cheerfully ran off. 

It didn’t take long for the others to know with the smiles on their faces. Hell, even Shouta had a smirk on his face when I visited him. “L/N-sensei! Are you finally together with Yamada-sensei yet?” Ashido asked when it was only her and a few others in my Art class.  

I wag my finger at her. “Now, now Ashido! That’s a private matter!” My teasing tone made her giggle. “All of you go and have some fun. Staying young doesn’t last forever!” The girls nodded and left. All the guys booked it as soon as the bell rang. Well, except Midoriya. He wants to be able to draw better for easier study of quirks. That child is dangerously smart when it comes to learning quirks. 

I closed and locked my classroom while letting the thought of visiting Hizashi the day after tomorrow fill my head. It was worrisome, but there’s also a small part of me that’s excited. 

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I didn’t even have to knock on the door for Hizashi to excitedly open it. He was in rather casual clothes of a black tank top and light green shorts. It’s so odd to see him not in his hero outfit. Same thing for his hair being fully down. He greeted me with a quick hug. He brought me into the living room to sit on the couch. He plopped down next to me and seemed to be concerned whether or not to move closer. Now that he doesn’t have those glasses, it’s easy to tell his eyes show a more saddened glint. 

To say it seemed awkward between us was an understatement. We sat in silence and the silence brought conflict in my mind. I was starting to regret coming over. “Songbird? Would ya mind if I asked something a little personal?” I’ve never seen him try to be so cautious about a conversation. 

“Sure?” It came out more like a question. “Why do ya keep pushin’ me away? It always seems like you’re afraid to love.” 

I looked away. “Because I am. I can’t love. I refuse to, no matter the craving for it.”

His frown deepened like he knew, but hoped he was wrong. He must have dragged more out of Yagi. That means he must know, but he still has the gall to ask me about it!? 

“It can’t always be that way. Why are you so scared of it? I just want-”

“Because it’s always a fucking trick! Nothing but a joke! Always bringing my hopes up, only to be broken down just because of how I look! Always telling me maybe if I was thinner that maybe it would work out!” I glare at him. “I’m done. Whether or not it’s real, I’m no longer taking a chance!” 

He slowly got closer. “They don’t know what they’re missin’ then.” I put a hand on his chest to prevent him moving any closer to me. “That’s what they always say! They always say they’ll stay! They always ask what they can do to make me trust them, then they turn around the next day and say it won’t work out!” 

“They don’t deserve someone like ya then. A person should be loved for how that person is, not for their look! I don’t care how many times I’ll have to tell ya, I love you, and no one has dared me to bring your heart pain,” He didn’t move his body closer, but he did bring his hands up to cradle the sides of my face. It brought such a warm feeling to my chest I felt like crying. “I don’t care how cheesy it is either, you mean everything to me, Songbird. I can’t handle being without ya. Please, at least give this loud man a chance.” 

I cried. It quickly turned to an almost sobbing sound. He was so genuine it was hard not to believe. I hugged him tightly. It didn’t even take the blink of an eye for him to return it. “Shh little Songbird. Take all the time ya need. I’m not going anywhere.”  

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endless love - erling haaland and jadon sancho fanfic

Part 3 – September 2021

Jadon couldn’t help but stare adoringly at his fiancé; it had been four months since he asked Ella to marry him, she made him very happy and he only had one person to thank for starting their relationship.

Grace.

The two became inseparable after she arrived back in Dortmund, they would find themselves going on numerous double dates. It was something Grace didn’t think would be possible but she was thankful when it all started working out. She was incredibly delighted that her plan was a success for Jadon and Ella, she couldn’t stop smiling when the pair returned home.

And neither could the loved-up couple, it was a day they would remember for the rest of their lives. They were both forever in debt to Grace for helping them out, something they both made sure they would keep reminding her off but Jadon knew he would have to be at the top of his game for the proposal.

The party had only just begun but that didn’t stop Jadon’s nerves building. Every hour the clock ticked down, was an hour closer until the big moment. He had rehearsed his speech countless times and he still found himself forgetting important parts. He thought back to some of the advice Grace gave him before his first plan, she always did give the best advice, he found it heart-warming considering her past.

He was soon dragged out of his thoughts when his mother signalled him over to the stage. It was time. “Good luck son, you’ll smash it.”

“Thank you for coming everybody,” Jadon softly smiled, he placed his hand on the small of Ella’s back. “Tonight, we are here to celebrate the birthday of my beautiful girlfriend Ella. My Ell. I met Ell when I was only five years old, she walked over to me with her hair in pigtails and asked if she could sit next to me, that was the start of our wonderful friendship.”

“I’m sure it was you who asked to sit next to me, but carry on,” Ella laughed, the guests laughed. Jadon didn’t. He shot her a teasing glare.

“Either way, that was the first time we were both introduced,” he giggled. His heart rate started to speed up when he realised what part of his speech was next, he took a few deep breaths catching a quick look at the brunette. “Thirteen months ago, your little chicken legs walked back into my life, with the help from a very good friend I asked you to be my girlfriend, I promised you I was in this forever and I stand by my promise.”

Jadon placed Ella’s hand in his, spinning her around so they were now facing each other, he slowly bent down on one knee revealing a black ring box from his pocket. “My dearest Ella, I’m in this for the long ride, I’m here to make you laugh and smile, I’m here to stand by you at every corner, I’m here to go on the journey of life with you, till the end of time. I’m here now, I will be here forever. Will you do me the greatest pleasure of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, yes yes! One million times YES!” Ella squealed as he placed the sparkling diamond on the correct finger. She quickly latched her lips onto his giving him a quick but passionate kiss, a round of applause erupted from all the guests.

“Thank you, Grace,” they both said in unison.

-

For as long as he could remember, Erling had been in love with Grace. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on the blonde, that she would become an important part in his life and she did just that. She deserved someone who chose her every day, someone who didn’t make excuses or broken promises. She deserved someone that stood up for her instead of putting her down, someone who gave her more than what she asked for and everything that she needed. She deserved to be someone’s everything.

She became Erling’s everything.

The two fell in love very quickly, they would spend all their spare time with each other. He remembered his first game for Byrne; he remembered the look on Grace’s face when they caught eye contact, the slight change of colour in her cheeks, the smirk that formed on her lips. He made it his mission to find out who the mystery girl was, he knew he had to know her.

He remembered asking her to move to Molde; she was so excited for the opportunity that he was getting, she was proud he could start living his dream. Grace always had some doubt in the back of her mind, she wanted Erling to move to the best football teams, unfortunately she knew it would mean having to move away from her family.

Something she wasn’t ready to do just yet.

Erling knew this, but when the opportunity arose for him to move to Salzburg, he wasn’t going to turn it down. It was supposed to be the happiest time of his career, but he couldn’t help the number of tears he let go every night. The move caused tension between the pair, they would sleep in separate beds and go days without talking, when they did communicate an argument would happen.

Erling loved Grace and Grace loved Erling, but sometimes even if you love someone, you can let them go. You must let them grow, you should let them find themselves and hope one day they return, if they come back it was always meant to be. Erling hoped this was correct. He hadn’t had to make many hard decisions in his life, but choosing his career over Grace was an incredibly tough one. He knew he could have handled the situation better, he remembered the tears brimming in her eyes when he ended their relationship. He wanted to keep in contact, he wanted to be her friend, he wanted to know about her day, he wanted to tell her about his new club, he just couldn’t find the words. That was until her saw her with Jadon.

Anger filled his body, he realised what he had lost, he hoped it was just a phase and she would come running back to him. He didn’t want her to leave Dortmund, he wanted to fight for her, he wanted everything to go back to normal. He was thankful he got another chance.

Erling knew he had to be better second time round, he knew he had to show her what she truly meant to him. He never fell out of love with her and Grace never fell out of love with him, even when he left she still loved him, she still found herself wearing his clothes, thinking back to the happier times. Even though she was angry with how it happened, she understood the reasons for him leaving.

The second time was more magical, they both didn’t think it was possible but every day that passed, they found themselves falling more and more in love with each other. They started talking about the future; the amount of kids they wanted, if they wanted a dog or cat and what team Erling would play for, it was something they both were looking forward to.

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Erling took a few deep breaths, it didn’t matter how many times he found himself at this place, it would always bring tears to his eyes. Even twelve months on from that grave day, it still wasn’t easy. Everything he did reminded him of her, he thought about her every single day, every single second, he was lost without her.

A single tear fell down his cheek, he was now crouched down in front of the large stone. The surroundings were covered by flowers and pictures, it was a warming sight.

“Hey baby it’s me,” Erling softly spoke. “I thought of you today, well I think of you every day. I think of you in silence, I wish we had more time, I wish I could have shown you just how much you meant to me. All I have are memories and pictures, your memory is a keepsake from which I will never part. God has you in his arms, I have you in my heart. You will forever be my always.”

Standing up he took one last look at the stone, he knew this wasn’t the last time he would be here. He looked at the engraving, slowly stroking his hand over the words.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF A DEAR DAUGHTER AND GIRLFRIEND GRACE ASHLEY OLSEN 12.04.2000 TO 17.09.2020 “FOREVER MY ALWAYS”

a.n: and that is it!!! don’t worry i have an epilogue. i hope you enjoyed the journey of Grace, Erling and Jadon as much as i enjoyed writing it. what are your thoughts on the ending? shocked, happy, sad? let me know - love always x

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Favors- George Weasley Fanfic Ch.2

Chapter 2: Establishing Ground Rules

The three champions had been announced the next day with a twist: Harry Potter was named as the fourth champion. It was shocking enough to Essie that Cedric was named Hogwarts’ champion, but it was unheard of for there to be two champions from one school. Essie couldn’t imagine being in Harry’s shoes, having all that attention and being forced to compete in something when he was so young. Essie had heard rumors going around the common room about how Harry even got his name in the goblet in the first place. 

Essie ate breakfast that morning with Cleo and Gwen. As Essie was reaching for toast, the owls came flying in from the Owlery bringing mail with them. Her own owl, a Boreal owl named Napoleon, was flying over the Hufflepuff table carrying a small letter. He settled on the table, holding his foot out for Essie to take the letter tied to his leg. Essie undid the small knot of twine holding the piece of paper. Unraveling the small scroll Essie read the note.

Essie, would you accompany me to Hogsmeade before the first task? -G

Essie looked at Gabriel, who was sitting a ways down the table, staring at her while he picked at the food on his plate with a fork. Cleo and Gwen were over her shoulder, asking her who it was from. 

“Who do you think?” Essie rolled her eyes, before scrawling her answer below the question: Thanks, but NO. As she charmed the note to turn into a small paper plane to return to the sender, it turned from the direction she threw it at Gabriel towards the Gryffindor Table. She watched, mortified as it landed in front of George Weasley. 

Her face grew hot while Cleo and Gwen gasped in shock. She watched as Fred clapped him on the shoulder, encouraging George to open it. In a state of panic, she pulled her wand out as George reached for it and sent a jinx that made the note burst into a small flame and smolder into ashes. 

The twins turned their heads toward Essie, who gave a meek wave in response. George stood up, and made his way to the entrance hall after giving Essie a pointed look. Cleo and Gwen nudged Essie and whispered between them. Essie excused herself and followed him out of the great hall. 

“I can explain,” she spoke hurriedly as she tried to catch up to him. “I thought that was from someone else-” Essie was cut off by walking face first into George’s chest as he had turned around quickly. 

“If you don’t want to go, you could’ve just said so,” he smirked at her, “I just figured since we’re ‘exclusive’ now, maybe we should go on a date.” 

His statement made Essie go red and she wasn’t sure if it was from anger or what else, but she was definitely flustered. She pointed a finger at George’s chest.

“I- You don’t- That was a one time thing, I don’t expect you to keep up that, that lie.” Essie crossed her arms over her chest. The bell chimed from the clock tower and could be heard throughout the main floor of the castle, signaling the end of breakfast and the beginning of classes. 

“Let me walk you to class.” George gestured for Essie to walk. “Think of it as a trade off. It’ll keep that git Truman off your back.” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing.

“And what do you get out of it?” Essie asked him warily, walking down to the greenhouses for her Herbology lesson. 

“Eh, I’ll think of something,” George replied, shrugging and putting his hands in his pockets. Essie hummed in response.

“So,” Essie started, “how long are you in for?” She supposed she should get all of her information. Admittedly, it would be nice to not have to worry about Gabriel Truman. It would give her plenty of opportunity to focus on her work without avoiding him.

“Well, Truman seems quite insistent. Probably best to keep it up for the year- for your sake at least.” 

“Right, well. I suppose we can meet later to discuss some ground rules?” Essie suggested as they approached the greenhouses. Ravenclaws that shared this class were walking by the pair as they stopped to continue their conversation. 

“Ground rules?” George scoffed. “Like what?” he rolled his head back in disbelief.

“Yes, boundaries, if you will.” Essie retorted. “If you’re going to be my fake boyfriend then I need to establish some rules for you.” 

“Woah, now you’re calling me your boyfriend? We’ve only just started seeing each other, Essie.” George laughed dryly at her. 

“Oh, piss off.” Essie shoved his shoulder. She began to walk into the greenhouse.

“See you in Defense Against the Dark Arts, sweetheart!” He yelled after her. Her face turned red as some students looked her way. Essie focused her attention on the lesson about the Whomping Willow. 

Her next class was Charms with Slytherin sixth years and their first lesson of the year was nonverbal spells. Professor Flitwick stood on his pedestal of a large stack of books, talking about focus and using your imagination. 

She had passed by the twins on her way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. They were sitting on either side of a younger Gryffindor, showing him an array of little candies. Their trick candies, no doubt. 

“Boys. Class.” Essie called to them in her demanding Prefect voice. They mischievously grinned up at her in response before passing the boy a bright green candy and standing up to get to class. Essie picked a seat amongst the other Hufflepuffs, but Fred and George sat at a desk to the right of Essie. 

Mad-Eye Moody was pacing at the front of the class, lecturing about Shield Charms when another paper airplane floated under her desk and hit her in the ankle. She reached down and picked up the plane, unfolding it as discreetly as possible over her roll of parchment that held her notes. 

Rule number one, don’t fall for me too hard ;) 

Essie made a quick glare towards the twins catching George’s smug face. She hurriedly scribbled her response.

As if. 

Rule two: don’t call me sweetheart. 

After she wrote back, she folded the note back into a triangular plane and placed it back on the floor, quietly muttering the enchantment to make it fly under the desks and through pairs of legs to get back to George. 

She saw him snicker when he opened it, writing back. Essie turned her attention back to the board, taking notes of what she missed in the moments prior. She felt the plane hit her ankles again.

Rule number three, I get to use the Prefects’ bathroom

Essie scoffed a bit louder than she liked. Her deskmate, giving her a look. 

Not a chance.

She sent it back. George’s response was quick.

We’ll work out the kinks- figuratively and literally ;)

Essie crumpled the parchment into a ball and shoved it into the pocket of her robes. 

The end of class couldn’t have come quick enough for Essie. As soon as Moody dismissed them, she hurried off to her Potions class, which was also shared with sixth year Gryffindors. George had jogged to catch up to her.

“About the Prefects’ bathroom,” George was now walking backwards, to maintain eye contact with Essie. 

“Not gonna happen.” Essie reaffirmed.

“Not even once?” George smiled at her, pushing his luck. Essie thought about it, deciding that maybe once wouldn’t hurt. 

“Fine. You can access my bathroom once. Use your pass wisely.” Essie advised the ginger boy. He looked over her shoulder and spotted Gabriel Truman: who was watching the back of Essie’s head, observing her and George’s interaction.

George now turned around, letting his hand fall on her waist over her robes. He slightly tucked Essie closer to him. Fred was now joining them, coming around Essie on the other side. 

“You know, I can’t seem to figure out how you would choose my brother, when you could have the arguably better looking twin.” Fred joked. 

“Hey, we’re identical!” George briefly removed his hand from Essie’s waist to swipe at his brother- who dodged the attack. George placed his hand now on Essie’s back. 

In their shared Potions class, Snape discussed that this exam they were going to take would be a similar difficulty to their N.E.W.T. exam at the end of the year. He would grade this exam as though it were the N.E.W.T.s. Essie decided she would do whatever it takes to pass all of her N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year with Outstanding marks. 

Trying to shake George and their new deal from her head, she got to work on her Potions exam. It was a whole roll of parchment, about two feet long. Each question was a short answer. 

Time ticked by, and Cedric Diggory was finished first, handing Snape his exam and leaving the room. More Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had passed in their tests, getting to leave class a bit early. Essie was barely halfway finished. Fred and George had stood up to give their work to Snape, who sneered their dismissal. 

Twenty minutes later, Essie finally completed all the questions of her exam. Letting out a long sigh, she walked to Snape to hand her exam in. It was the sweetest release being able to walk out of class still early. It meant an early lunch before her History of Magic lesson with the Ravenclaws. 

As soon as Essie stepped foot out of the dungeon that Potions was held in, she was met with her two ginger acquaintances. The two of them took a spot on either side of her, discussing their latest prank up their sleeve.

“I was thinking we give Neville one of our trick wands,” Fred told his twin. George replied with his agreement, and the two continued talking over Essie’s head about their mischief.

“You do realize you’re talking to a Prefect about your plans, right?” Essie raised an eyebrow. 

“Do you see a Prefect around?” Fred joked, looking directly at George over Essie’s head, and jokingly looking around him.

“Fred, I can’t say I do.” George also started looking around. “Not one that would tattle on us anyway,” George lightly nudged Essie in the side. 

Fred stopped walking beside them to talk to Neville about a trick wand- not letting him know that it was a trick wand, of course. 

Essie walked to the Hufflepuff table to grab a quick lunch. George followed suit, plopping down next to her, and taking a sandwich from one of the platters.

“So you’re only going to give me one pass to use the Prefect’s bathroom?” George clarified.

“If you’re lucky.” Essie smirked as she bit into an apple. The pair grew quiet as they began to eat.

“How do you think you did in Potions?” George struck up a new conversation.

“Reckon I did better than you,” Essie quipped at him. 

“You’re a feisty little Hufflepuff, you know that?” George stated, taking another bite of his sandwich.

[just-dreaming-about]

Young!Sirius Black x Gryffindor Reader - Soulmate AU!

I'm coming back with a Harry Potter fanfic but this time it's for Sirius Black. I just love the idea of this when came to my mind and I had to write it. I'm in a soulmates au mood but I don't know if I would write for someone else. Anyway I kinda like the way this fic turned on but I think I have to warn about smutty maybe and cursing? IDK! Enjoy it!

In this magical world there's one thing more important than turning eleven and get your letter from Hogwarts, Beuxbatons or Ilvermorny. Except one more thing. And that's when you turn sixteen and you found who will be your soulmate. A mark, something like a tattoo with the name of your soulmate appears somewhere on your body when the clock strikes twelve and you go from fifteen to sweet sixteen and stay with you until you find your place next to your soulmate.

Anyone could explain why, there are only records that this has been going on for centuries in the wizarding community. Who was the first soulmates? No one discovered it yet. But it doesn't matter for our story.

There are stories about soulmates that can never be found either because they are on the other side of the world or because one of them dies before they meet their soulmate, others keep talking about those tragic soulmates who decided to die rather than let the war between their families end their love, and they also tell stories of soulmates who don't want to be with each other after knowing who their destined person was. Soulmates it's what we search for, or we fight for or we run for. Actually, there is a fairly low percentage of soulmates meeting and being happy together. But there are some soulmates who are fatally tied to each other's fate and may have been in front of one without even noticing.

Of this last type is our history.

Cheryl Penelope Prett.

Our proud Gryffindor with chocolate hair and grey eyes always looking for a new adventure. This was her sixth year at Hogwarts and she was really excited with this soulmate thing.

She was super excited for next day because tomorrow was her birthday. Sweet sixteen! Finally! She was willing for this, she was ready for this day and she will enjoy this. 

Or that was she thought all the day before her birthday. 

All her housemates were giving advices to her, giving their congratulations and wishing her good luck. Her best friend, Lily Evans was so excited too. She was reassuring her that everything will be fine and she'll find a perfect soulmate. 

That was what they were talking about during dinner, well they have been talking about it this whole month. 

-Who you think would be? -she asked looking around all the Great Hall checking on the available guys. 

-I don't know, Cheryl. Just chill out, in four hours you'll know. 

-I can't wait, Lily! You wouldn't understand, you found that Potter was your soulmate way before you turn sixteen. Your mark didn't even stay two days, that's cheating! 

-How can we cheat on that? -this time was Potter voice at the other side of her best friend. 

In fact, the marauders themselves were sitting with them; Potter had his arm around Lily shoulders, Lupin was next to him laughing, in front of Lupin was Pettigrew reading and in front of Potter was Black who looked really annoyed with all of this. 

-You're just doing drama, Prett. It's not big deal. 

-Fuck off, Black! You are not going to ruin the best day of my life. 

-Cheryl, don't talk like that -Lily scouted her with that look that almost scared her. 

-I thought you were in that "I'm strong and independent, I don't need a men" mood at the beginning of this year -Black continue teasing her. 

-Sirius, leave the girl alone -said Remus. 

-Yes, Sirius, leave me alone -she replied throwing her tongue to him. 

Her relationship with Sirius Black started back at first year when he just pushed her in his way running from the counselor and she ended up in a puddle of water that filled her with mud, when she was back at Gryffindor's tower she confronted him in front of everyone. She was so angry at him and he was just hanging with his friends in the comfy sofa while she had to suffer the laugh of all castle in her way. Neither of them allowed themselves to win in this discussion and since then they had always gotten along badly. 

At first, when Cheryl started her friendship with Lily, she was glad that her best friend shared her hatred for these guys, but as they grew older she was the first to notice her friend's feelings towards one of the marauders and that put her friendship to proof. It wasn't that Cheryl didn't want Lily to be happy, because it was more than evident that Potter was crazy in love with her, it was somewhat more selfish: if Potter and Evans started dating, she would have to see Black more than she already did. In the end the two friends fixed the situation and a new one arose. Potter asked her best friend the big question in the middle of Gryffindor's Tower party after the lions' crushing victory on the Quidditch pitch. Everyone applauded and cheered on the couple but Cheryl silenced them by climbing on the table where Potter had asked Lily to be his girlfriend, grabbed the boy by the collar of the shirt and threatened him in front of everyone with no harm her best friend or he would suffer the consequences. James actually accepted the deal, if he made Lily cry once he would let her hit him. No wands. Sirius was the one in charge of bringing her down from the table so that Remus helped Lily up and that the new couple finally kissed in front of the lions. From that day on, the undeclared war between Cheryl and Sirius turned into a cold war.

-Very mature -he didn't throw his tongue to her. 

-What will you know about maturity? Your birthday were two weeks ago and you're still flirting with any girl who crosses your path. 

-Yes, Padfoot. What will your soulmate think when it finds out that you have been knowing who it is for two weeks and that you have done nothing? -this was James and his voice sound like he was enjoying this. 

-That's selfish, Black -pointed Lily. 

Cheryl smiled triumphantly with every ally she won. Even Remus made a comment about it and she got up and hugged the only marauder that she really liked. 

-I wish my soulmate is someone as good as you-she joked still hugging Remus while he was just laughing. 

-Don't talk so fast-said Black looking at her annoyed. 

-Don't ruin my day, Black! -she just throw him her tongue again and returned to her seat. 

All of them ended that dinner and went together to the common room, although Cheryl was getting impatient and begging to Lily to go to bed with her while James get a little jealous because he wanted to go to bed with Lily. The girl managed to convince her best friend and the two of them give their goodbyes to the boys and went to their room. Although they couldn't sleep as soon as Cheryl wanted, the birthday girl was too excited and her roommate just wanted to sleep but the first one didn't let her. Cheryl kept Lily awake all the time to help her check her body for the long-awaited mark with the name engraved on her skin but didn't appear anywhere. To Lily's scandal, Cheryl decided to sleep in her underwear so as not to miss the moment when her mark would appear on her skin although at some point the two girls managed to get sleep, both in the redhead's bed.

Cheryl woke up only because Lily screamed. Her friend's gaze was between surprise, joy and a comment to start laughing and the brunette couldn't decipher why until the moment she fell that it was morning already, it was her birthday and her soulmate waited for her. 

-Where is it? -was her first question, looking her own arms- What name does it put? Is it a nice name? Please don't let it be a stupid name.

That's when she noticed the perfect and careful calligraphy that delicately said the name of who would be her soulmate for the rest of her life on the left side of her waist, on the edge of her panties. The emotion on the surface, the impatience that she felt because she wasn't able to read the two words elegantly captured on her skin and the screams of James Potter because he had heard his girlfriend scream but was unable to enter the female bedrooms. Cheryl walked to the mirror, Lily was looking at her carefully waiting for her reaction, and she looked at herself. She hadn't bothered to wear fancy underwear or anything, she was wearing this yellow panties that looked more like gym shorts and a sport bra with Gryffindors colors. And that's when she read the name.

Sirius Black

The excitement, the emotion, the impatience, the nervous... all was gone. There was only this surge of anger and something like sadness or disappointment that surrounded her chest.

-Cheryl? -asked Lily carefully- You're okay?

-I will kill him -she murmured.

-What? -asked Lily again but her response was that her friend left the room with nothing but her underwear. 

Lily ran after her with one of her own robes and found her coming down the stairs in front of James Potter who was looking at her as if she had gone mad. Which, given the situation, was quite likely.

-Get out of my way, Potter -she said in that kind of tone where you don't need to be yelled at for fear her.

There were only seven people in the common room other than Cheryl, James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Everyone watching what the girl would do next.

-Okay, Cheryl, this is a bit extreme, don't you think? -Sirius tried to joke with his characteristic smile looking her up and down.

Perhaps, at another moment, she would have fallen for his little game but not this time. All she did was slowly move closer to face Sirius, the boy expectant at what the girl was going to do and with a playful smile starting to shake giving him away, but all she did was hit him in the face with an open hand. The slap echoed throughout the room and was further emphasized in the silence that already reigned in it.

-I told you not to ruin my day, Black! -she yelled on the verge of tears not knowing why those tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

Before Sirius had time to reply, Lily ran to cover her friend in her robe and took her back to the female dormitories. 

For the next hour, Lily was cheering on her friend who could only cry without explaining what made her cry so bitterly. So the two friends missed breakfast and the first two hours of charms class but luckily they made it to Professor Slughorn's potions class. Unfortunately that class was shared with the marauders. Cheryl didn't deign to look in the boys' direction while Lily, taking a seat next to her best friend, shot a warning glance at her boyfriend and his friends. The professor had not yet arrived and the students settled into their places but the news flies and secrets run through Hogwarts much faster than the news and almost everyone already knew about Cheryl Prett's show and why Sirius had appeared in Charms with red cheek. Then this guy, Thomas O'Fletcher, approached her with this sadistic smile.

-So, Prett. How come I didn't know that in your free time you like to do that kind of dirty thing?

-What are you talking about? -she mumbled, still filled with that terrible anger that made her speak more to the chagrin of Lily who murmured to her to let it be.

He was looking at her with this horrible and sinister smile that made her feel bad chills and wanted to hit him in the face too.

-When would you do me one of those shows, Prett? If you have done it to Black, I say you could also do it to me.

That was all. She lost it. So she get up and prepare her hand to slap his ugly face but he stopped her and took her by her chin.

-Woman, reserve this for later. I know you're impatience because being with Black is a thing but being with a men...

Whatever O'Fletcher was going to say they didn't heard it. Sirius's fist slammed into the face of that snake that released the girl and took several steps back, dizzy.

-I will not repeat it to you. Don't you dare touch her again.

When Cheryl looked at Sirius, he seemed to be restraining himself from continuing to hit him. He had that angry expression on his face, his eyes were full of adrenaline and he wanted to fight. 

-That's it, Black. You've asked for it.

That was what it took to star in a fight, fist to fist, wands were forgotten. Remus and Potter tried to make Sirius separate from O'Fletcher and the Slytherins on the other hand tried the same thing but the two boys had been looking for an excuse to start a fight for a long time and this was perfect. Somehow the fight got out of hand when a Slytherin accidentally hit a Gryffindor and another Gryffindor took revenge on his partner and the green and red tide forgot that at first they were trying to stop the fight just to make it worse and worse.

At some point in the fight, Slughorn entered the classroom and with a wave of his wand he got everyone to stop on the spot. Black and O'Fletcher with their fists searching for each other's faces. The professor looked for the reason for the discussion but it seemed that nobody wanted to give names or facts. 

It was an unwritten agreement between Gryffindor and Slytherin, if one spoke everyone fell with him and it would be the end for everyone. So the problem was solved by removing 50 points from each house, the wounded were sent to the infirmary and only those who had remained in their places were rewarded with giving the class for the day while the others were prohibited from any activity outside their common room except for eating and going to classes, except for this one from which they were expelled.

Cheryl and Lily shared a look as they remained in their seats while the guys left the room.

At the end of the class, either of the girls talk about the incident. They went straight to Gryffindor's Tower where they found Remus and James sitting there explaining to Pettigrew what happened. Lily sat next to James and took his chin to look closer his bruise on the cheek.

-Where's Sirius? -asked Cheryl when she didn't saw him.

-He said he wanted to stay in the infirmary -answered Remus shrugging.

-Where are you going? -screamed Lily but she got no answer.

Cheryl walked to the infirmary without haste, thinking what she was going to say. This situation was a complete disaster, this soulmate thing was a waste of time and her relationship with Serius wasn't the best of all. This isn't going to work.

When she got to the infirmary, she found that the last of the Slytherins was leaving without even looking in her direction. She took a deep breath and quietly entered the infirmary. The nurse was laughing with Sirius.

-Now I have to go fill out some papers, if you need anything call me.

The nurse leave Sirius alone, or she thought it, and he started to read a magazine. Cheryl walked to his bed and after a few steps he noticed her. His face didn't show happiness or annoying he was just looking at her like he knew this had to happen sooner or later.

-Prett -he said nodding with his head.

-Black -she answered and sat on the bed next to him- So... We're soulmates.

-I think so... -he nodded again.

-Where is it? -she asked surprising him- My name. Show me.

He turned to show her his back and removed his hair to show her his nape. And there it was. Cheryl Penelope Prett. Clearly as the name of Sirius Black in her own waist. Sirius turned to her again and looked at her waiting.

-Yours? -he said simply.

-I'm not showing you -she blushed as Sirius's smile growed smutty.

-I'm in a naughty place, Miss Prett?

She rolled her eyes but smile to him. Then they were silent for a few minutes. Sirius knew that it wasn't his place to speak and he had spent many years arguing with Cheryl to find out when she was pondering her next words. Not every day a tattoo appears on your skin with the name of your soulmate.

-Why didn't you said nothing?-was her big doubt.

-You slapped me as soon as you woke up. Merlin you didn't even bother dressing before you did it.

He was just laughing like this wasn't big thing and she just blushed again.

-Did you know why I did that? -she brings this kind and brilliant fake smile.

-Please, enlighten me -he also give her this kind and brilliant fake smile.

-I had a friend -she started.

-You had? -he nodded.

-I had a friend but we hate each other-she continue.

-And how does that work? -he laughed a little before looking at his hands.

-Because it's our game -she said frankly- We play like we hate each other but we actually care for each other.

-It's that so? -he asked without looking at her.

-Yes. He takes care of me when someone messes with me. You know? In third year he told a stupid Ravenclaw that whoever messes with me, messes with him. It was sweet.

-You knew that? -he looked at her surprised but he he managed to compose himself- I am the only one who can tease you. And get you mad.

-Believe, you are -she nodded smiling.

-What happened with that friend you had?

Cheryl's smile falls when she gets up and set in his bed. Sirius looked at her tilting his head slightly in an interrogative gesture but he didn't say anything.

-A lot of things happened to that friend. In some I was able to be with him, in others... We were very proud to be together. But... He was my first kiss, did I ever tell you? -she was talking like this wasn't a big thing but both of then knew that this was a big thing. A soulmate it's a big thing.

-I thought you punched me and yelled me about that -he smiled and look at his hands again.

-Yeah, I did that -she giggled looking at her own hands- You know that you broke my heart then?

-How's that? -he looked back at her with concern in his eyes.

-You kissed me! And you acted like nothing!

-You punched me!

-I was fourteen!

-So was I! And when the girl I fallen for punched me I thought I have to move on!

-And you asked out Betty Wallaby the next damn day! And to everygirl girl who crossed your path!

-I thought you hated me!

-I thought that too!

She gets up from the bed and walked a few steps away.

-Look at us -she laughed sarcastically- We're always on the same page, how we ended up being soulmates?

-Ask another -he muttered angrily lying down on the bed.

-No, I'm asking you because you're my soulmate! -she came back to him just to hit him with the pillow of the bed next to him.

He took the pillow from her and held her wrists to prevent her from hitting him. Again. They look each other, intenses gazes to each other, and she look for his lips and he look for hers. And she stepped away. Because he broke her heart once and because he knew they were soulmate and he said nothing and because he was Sirius Black and you couldn't take him seriously. But he looked hurt when she stepped away and she regretted stepped away.

-What we are, Sirius? -she looked tired for some reason.

-A mess? -he tried to joke but she gave him that look and he signed and sit again, he looked tired too- I don't know what do you want from me, Cheryl.

-I want you to be honest with me. I want you to explain me why you from all the people are my soulmate.

-Ask me another thing -he shrugged because he didn't know what to say.

She signed sitting again in the bed next to him and looked at him with scary eyes. Because founding your soulmate isn't always this cute and lovely and they stuck together at the moment. Sometimes it's a leap of faith and it's something scary and you'll never know 'till you jump if it was safe for you.

-Tell me I can trust you -she begged.

He looked at her with that kind of looks that only a person who knows you since kids can give you. He knew her, since her bests moments to the really bad and he wasn't scared of that and from nothing that could come.

-I thought you already knew that-he smiled.

And she smiled too. Because he was Sirius her so hatred friend and they were starting something together. She could feel it. This could work but she had to play her cards.

-A last question -she demanded and he nodded her- You already knew I was your soulmate but you were flirting around?

This was something Sirius didn't expecting so he tried to look away from her and pretend like he hadn't heard her but Cheryl approached to him and made him look at her.

-Everyone knew it had been my birthday and the girls came to ask for the name. I told them it was neither of them.

-Good boy -she smiled.

-I'm not a dog!

-Really?

The two of them were actually smiling. Until Sirius took her by her chin and kissed her.

From the age of fourteen he searched for that feeling that only she gave him with their first stolen kiss and that no other girl gave him. Starting with the Gryffindors or the Hufflepuffs, nor the Ravenclaws, much less the Slytherins. There was nothing like kissing Cheryl Prett for Sirius. And this blessed time she didn't punched him for it, actually she kissed him back. And that was way better. When they parted to breathe she was trying to hold back her smile so he kissed her again and again and again 'till she was sitting on his lap and actually laughing with him.

-I'm your soulmate, Prett -he said with his sly smile- Deal with it.

-I'm pretty aware that you're my soulmate, Black. But I'm not gonna be easy with you -she warned him.

-I wasn't waiting anything else. What's your price?

-Take me on a date. A real one. And if I like it maybe I'll reward you with another one -she was acting like she was some important person and if this was nothing important but she was just playing around.

-That's a deal, Prett. You are a tough businesswoman. Let's make it official with a kiss.

She was laughing too much that he wasn't able to kiss her properly which make her laugh more. Even the nurse came out to scold them and seeing that Sirius was in a position to be doing that kind of thing, he could already hurry out of the infirmary. They run away from there first escaping from the nurse and then there was only Sirius chasing for Cheryl like when they were kids and one of them had stolen something from the other, but this time when he get her he pushed her carefully to the wall just to kiss her fiery. One hand on her waist, the other on her cheek, her hands throught his hair driving him crazy.

And when they parted looking for breath he looked at her, her chocolate hair was a mess because of the race and because of the make out session, her lips already red and tempting and her eyes filled with this new emotion he was willing to decipher. Because he've never seen Cheryl Prett so fucking beautiful. He was going to kiss her again when she put a hand on his cheek and her thumb ended on his lips. He stopped right there.

-I think we're going to wait a little bit for this-she said looking between his eyes and his lips.

-We have to? -he asked making her giggles.

-This isn't gonna be our first date.

-Why not? We're alone, we just talked about really deep things, we laughed together -with every new thing he said he was approaching more and more to Cheryl and she was about to not be able to hold it.

-I'm serious -she said but he was looking at his lips- Not at least our first date.

-You're though, Prett -he moved away from her just a little and she was already missing him but he was smiling with that playful smile- Just a last kiss before our date?

She still was on the wall, his hands were on her and his eyes were devouring her while his lips were catching her attention without efforts. She was so intoxicated by him and she was willing for it. So she just nodded because she didn't trust her own voice. Sirius's smile grew bigger with that.

-Jump -he whispered but she was so focus on his lips for actually heard him.

So when Sirius's hands took her by his legs and lift her up she screamed and instinctively wrap her arms around him as he sees to it that her legs are positioned in the correct way to wrap around his waist. They both laughed at Cheryl's scream but them Sirius cut it off leaving no space between their bodies, leaning more against the wall until he couldn't take it anymore and kissed her again. But this was more deeper, more intense, more slowly that the others and it was driving both of them crazy.

-Where's my name, Prett? -he asked panting for breath, resting his forehead on hers.

-I'm not going to tell you -she smiled and he had to stop himself from kissing her again because damn he had caused her lips to take on that shade of red and she knew he was on the verge when she ran her tongue over her lower lip.

-But I want to see it before it leaves you -he begged on her ear.

-I will take a picture for you -she teased without falling into his game.

-You are a tough businesswoman -he just sighed setting her down carefully stopping to put a lock of her hair behind her ear and then looked at her with a simple happy smile- I really like you, Cheryl.

-Save it for our date, Black. What are people going to think? -but she was smiling and actually blushing and he didn't need an answer just right now.

-'Till our date then, Prett -he leaned to kiss her red cheek.

[mockinggold]

If you guys ever feel like your writing is bad, here’s the first chapter of my first ever fanfic

“"Tch- Like I would want to be around any of you extras," said Kacchan. He leaned farther in his chair and smirked.

"Aw c'mon Bakugou, we'll have a blast!" Kirishima smiled. "We'll go and get something good to eat and hang out like real bros. I'll get you dinner on me!"

Kacchan sat up straighter looking at Kirishima. He regained his composure and scoffed "Whatever. I'll go just to keep your sanity shitty hair, and so you all get off my ass about it." Kacchan glanced up at Kirishima. Kirishima nudged him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Yeah that's what I'm talking about!" Kirishima chuckled. "Hey Midoriya, who all else is coming?"

I look up at Kirishima and flipped up my fingers with each name I said. "Well," I started. "We've got you, me, Kacchan, Uraraka, Iida, Tsu, Sero, Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Kaminari, Ashido, Jirou... and I think that's it"

"What's with the listing of names?" I heard from behind. I turned around to see a tall, muscular, heterochromatic guy staring down at me. I was caught slightly off guard by this and I felt my checks get a little warm.

"Oh, uh, hey Todoroki-kun! I-um... we're just going to the mall after school today to hang out and uh, yeah. I mean it's nothing too exciting but you're welcome to come if you'd like to," I stammered, regaining my composure halfway through.

Todoroki smirked. "Add me to your count then," he said. "Class ends in 7 minutes. Seeing as Aizawa is asleep, I have some loose ends I need to tie up. I'll be outside the main entrance when you guys are ready. See you soon." Todoroki calmly walked towards the exit. As he passed me, he lightly brushed against my shoulder. I felt the ghost of his contact linger for a few seconds longer before I glance back to see the last of his red and white hair sweep out of the door.

I blushed a little wondering if his small touch was intentional or not. Todoroki has always been a huge mystery to me, and maybe that's what's drawn me to him for so long. After the sports festival, it's clear he's been trying to be more social with the class but that doesn't stop me from wanting to know more about him. Not only about his quirk, but about his character. What makes him laugh, cry, yell, smile. I want to know what keeps him awake, what makes him fall fast asleep. I want to know so badly-

"OI DEKU!" Kacchan shouted. I jumped from the yell. "Are you gonna stand there or are you coming with us?" I glance up at the clock. Did I really just think about Todoroki for 7 minutes? I shook my head and grabbed my notebook.

"I'm coming!" I shouted to no one in particular. I picked up my pace for a bit until I caught up to Uraraka. I walked next to her as she giggled a little. I cocked my head at looked at her waiting for an explanation.

"It's super obvious, yknow?" She giggled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your crush on Todoroki. You always stare off into space for a long time with a dumb smile whenever he is or has been around. It's adorable and you should definitely ask him on a date." She smiled.

I felt my face heat up a little. And then a lot. "What? Oh! I-I-I think you got it all wrong. I mean yeah I stare off and mutter sometimes but it's not because of Todoroki I mean yeah sometimes I think about Todoroki-I mean his quirks and how they work and stuff I do that for everyone I'm just saying that it's not like I think about him for hours on end I mean that would be ridiculous right?" I said painfully fast. Even I felt that that was over the top.

"I see," she smirked. "Well if that's how you'd like to treat it, then go ahead. Hang on I need to catch up with Iida." She started skipping ahead. She suddenly turned around and yelled back at me. "Keep in mind you never denied my statement!" She grinned and caught up to Iida.

I felt my face get red hot. I knew she knew she was right. But at the same time, it felt hopeless. It's obvious Yaoyorozu liked Todoroki and it was most likely that he liked her back. Who wouldn't like him. He's the sweetest, kindest, cutest, strongest, bravest-

My train of thought was cut off by running into a wall.

I managed to startle myself to the point of falling.

"That looked like it hurt." Todoroki chuckled. "You were almost out the door too." He reaches out his hand to me and smiled. He had the smile that you could look at and feel safe and warm for the rest of your days. A smile that could make a demon blush. His mismatched eyes stayed locked with mine, they twinkled like no other. Those blue and gray eyes could catch your attention from a mile away. I cut myself off from staring and smiled back. I reached out my hand to grab his. We grasped each other's wrists and he pulled me up in one swift motion.

"Thanks" I muttered trying to avoid eye contact. I felt like he could see straight through me and how flustered I was.

He glanced towards the exit and smirked. "Of course," he said. I smiled back at him, aware of the dust of light pink in my cheeks.”

This was the entire chapter

Honestly, this is embarrassing to post for me. I could go on for hours about how terrible this is.

- POV used terribly

- Just about every sentence beginning with a name or pronoun unless I was making a burst of conscious effort not to

- Capitalization of entire words

- starting the story in a time where it seemed as though the beginning half of the story hadn’t been explained

- recapping crucial information as background information from past

- unrealistic enter/exit of characters

- unrealistic dialogue

- emotionally 2-D characters and emotions

- set up for no growth

- appears rushed

- plot unclear

- mixing of tenses (I still do it on accident though I try not to)

- unnecessary filler (I do that still too but I’m working on it)

- unrealistic and choppy time passes

- no good plot information given aside from character love interest

That was only what I could come up with in three minutes without referencing the text. If I gave myself ten more minutes I could expand on that list a lot

Please don’t get discouraged when you feel as though you’re not improving !!! You are always improving and the best way to know that you’re improving is to NEVER delete anything you write. It’s good to look back on so you can see growth

The best way for you to improve is to read !!! Keep reading fan fictions or any novel that is well written because you will absorb that grammar and writing style and be able to use some of it for your own !!! Seeing well written things will expand your vocabulary, sentence structure, syntax, and diction. There are so many ways to write the same sentence and the more you read, the more you find. Reading does wonders for your writing

Also practice !!! Even if you don’t post it, do little warm ups for yourself where you write short 300-500 word scenes and try out different styles, descriptions, dialogue techniques, anything. You’ll get more comfortable with how you write and you’ll allow yourself to be able to try new things without getting discouraged easily !!!

If you see a certain writing style you like, try it out !!! There’s no shame in copying a writing style and messing with it to build your own with it. Unless you’re copying word for word, referencing writing styles is a great tool to find your own and to be able to help create your own. Do not try to turn yourself into another author, you may like someone’s writing style, but not like writing it and that’s okay

I’m not any New York bestseller, but if I can encourage at least one person to not give up and keep writing and keep improving, that’s enough. Even if you look at what I posted and think ‘that’s like my writing style’ that’s okay. That style is simply not for me but if that’s the style you like and the one you want to improve on, go for it !!! Writing is an amazing talent and I encourage everyone to keep doing it. Share your writing with me, I’d love to read it !!!

[castleshadows]

Cuddles

So I haven’t seen a lot of crescent city fanfics and the ones that are there are mostly smutty, so I decided to write some Quinlar (that’s the ship name I recognize, there might be something different idk) fluff. Hope you enjoy.

Cursing

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Bryce checked the clock for a third time that hour and almost sank to her knees with relief when she realized it was time to close up and head home. 

After the whole demon fiasco, life had gone pretty much back to normal. Or as normal as it good get when you were a starborn fae, dating an angel. A fucking hot angel, Bryce thought with no shortage of lust. 

She gave a quick whistle to Syrinx motioning for him to come and they started the long walk back home. The streets were pretty empty for a Friday night, everyone either out partying or staying in to watch sunball. Hunt had mentioned something about a big game tonight, the last one of the season or some shit like that. She would much rather watch a romance or even a comedy. 

As she continued on home, Bryce noticed the sky was turning an ominous shade of grey. She could see the apartment in the distance, and they sped up, hoping to beat the rain. Of course as soon as she was out from under the cover of the trees, the storm started in full force. Lightning flashed, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Not to mention she and Syrinx were already soaked to the bone. 

By now Bryce was full on sprinting, which was difficult in her flats on the wet sidewalk. She waived around the puddles, desperate for the warmth and comfort of her home. Hell, she’d even take a fucking jacket right now. The light from the apartment were getting closer and closer. Just a few more yards!

Unfortunately Syrinx chose that exact moment to pull on the leash, and both he and Bryce went crashing down into a puddle. 

“Well, if you were hoping to get extra treats tonight, you can say goodbye to that notion now.” Grumbling, Bryce hauled herself up and booked it the rest of the way, pulling a dejected chimera along behind her. 

Opening the door to her building, she thanked the Gods there was no one at the front desk to ask her a bunch of obnoxious questions about why she was caught out in the rain, or if she needed a towel. The rest of the building was empty too, everyone already in their apartments for the night, eating dinner and spending time with family. 

After an uncomfortably cold walk up the stairs Bryce finally got to her door. The enchantments clicked and allowed her passage into a warm room. And there, sitting on her couch, was Hunt looking enterally amused. 

Before she could say anything Hunt grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of her in her wet state. 

“What are you doing,” she protested, grabbing for the phone. She was going to get that picture and then throw something at him. Something very heavy. 

“I’m adding it to my drowned rat collection,” he replied, trying not to laugh, and failing very badly. Bryce snatched the phone from his grip and looked at the picture. She indeed looked like a drowned rat. 

Warm hands gripped her waist and before she knew what happened she was thrown over Hunt’s shoulder and being carried towards the bathroom. 

“Put me down!” Hunt ignored her and pulled her still screeching into the bathroom. She was quickly undressed and put into the shower. Bryce tried persistently to get him to join but, to her annoyance, refused every time. He sat in the bathroom with her however, talking about his day and asking questions about hers. 

“How’s Jesiba?” he asked. 

“She’s well, Jesiba if you know what I mean.”

He chuckled and waited for her to go on.

“I got in this morning to find that she had several hundred pages of paperwork stacked on my desk. So I pretty much spent the whole day as a glorified secretary. How about you?”

“Went for a run, trained with the 33rd, helped take care of some fights breaking out. Someone sleeping with someone else and then with their brother. I honestly didn’t give to shits but they were both unconscious by the time I got there so it was like we could ignore it successfully.”

“Well, looks like you had a more eventful day then I did. The library is so fucking boring now that Lehabah…”

She couldn’t see his reaction, but imagined it was something like a solemn nod. Bryce washed the rest of the soap off her body in silence and turned the shower off. Hunt handed her a towel through the curtain and she wrapped it around herself securing the ends. She made her way to the bedroom ignoring her clothes and going straight to the pile of clean laundry that contained one of Hunts shirts. 

Stepping out, she smiled just a little at the way his nostrils flared when he saw her in his shirt. Vanir males, no better than beasts!

“Do you want dinner?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts that had slowly started to turn dirty. Bryce shook her head no. 

“I ordered some at the shop. Was too hungry to wait.” 

Hunt nodded and yawned. Pulling off his clothes until he was in just his boxers he shut off the tv and switched the lights. They slipped under the covers taking a moment to look at each other. This thing they gained. Love. Freedom. The C on Hunts wrist reminded her of that every day and she would never stop being thankful. His hand went to rub that same wrist and Bryce knew he was thinking the same thing. 

Hunt smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, stopping to trace the pointed curve of her ear. The movement sent shivers down her spine. She cursed her body for getting so riled up when she knew there would be no love-making tonight. They were too tired, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a kiss or two. 

His warm lips pressed up against Bryce’s, the kiss slow and languid. They took their time exploring each other, knowing that they weren’t going to take it far tonight, but just enjoying the other's presence. 

Bryce broke the kiss first, panting a little, and snuggled up to his chest. Hunt’s arm came to wrap around her back, pulling her impossibly closer. Their breathing slowed, as they calmed down and they spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms. 

[princess-sengoku]

Secret Santa Fanfic

@hunny-pp This is for your request in Secret Santa for this year. I hope this is great. Merry Christmas to you and Merry Christmas to everyone else. AAAA My first fanfic to be posted on Tumblr :')

Carnival Competition

Rating: K

Modern AU

Summary: Shingen and Kenshin are going to Osaka carnival to see who can win the most games at the carnival.

The carnival's in town as everyone from all over the land of the rising sun go to one of the most underrated festivals in the land; Osaka Carnival. The fun games, great food, and amazing rides that it had was all in good fun for everyone to enjoy. Once Shingen heard for himself that the carnival was going to be in town tomorrow, he just had to call Kenshin to join him for the carnival. He was disappointed that he didn't show up last year, then again they weren't dating at the time. Maybe this year would go in his favor? He and Kenshin could at least compete in the games, kinda like a battlefield? Shingen was in Osaka for a quick vacation and the carnival would be the top of the cake. With that in mind, Shingen picked up the phone and began to text to Kenshin.

Shingen: My stoic dragon "nemesis", are you still awake?

Kenshin was comfortable on his futon at his Castle, just starting to head off to bed and sending a quick prayer to Bishamonten to thank the god of war for allowing him the pleasures of life. There was wine, business, and finally Shingen. Shingen was probably one of the most worthy friend and business partner he could ask for in this life. Although he didn't show much happiness on his stoic face, his actions show that he cares for him, especially when he accepted to be Shingen’s boyfriend. Speaking of Shingen… 'Bing Bing'. Kenshin heard his phone go off. "It is almost time to go to bed… Who's texting me?" He said, visibly annoyed. He picked up his phone and once he saw the message, he softened a little bit. It was Shingen. 

Kenshin: Tiger of Kai, my "nemesis", I was about to go to bed, but I can talk for a bit.

Shingen gave a good-natured chuckle at Kenshin's message sent a couple of minutes later. Of course he forgot that Kenshin would be getting to bed around this time.

Shingen: Sorry about that, I was hoping maybe this year we can go to the carnival together. Think of it as a date.

"A date?" He mouthed to himself. When was the last time they had a date together? It had been a while. They were both taking it slowly so they wouldn't be discovered and to have it at a carnival, that everyone was going to…

Kenshin: Are you sure you want me to go?

Shingen was not giving up on making him go to the carnival. They were always competitive when it came to the games. A lightbulb went off in his head. He can use the games as an excuse for him to go.

Shingen: I bet I can win a lot more games than you. Don't worry I'll give you some prizes :)

Shingen always knew how to push Kenshin's competitiveness button. They both were like strategists in their own businesses but eventually one must come on top eventually. He really now was interested in this carnival but he would conceal his intentions to him.

Kenshin: It is tempting to go to the festival to have a friendly competition. Go have fun. Good night "nemesis"

Shingen shrugged at his message. At least he tried to convince him to go. At the back of his head, he did feel that Kenshin would come here. He just had that hunch.

Shingen: Good night. Don't have a rough night.

As soon as he got Shingen’s message, Kenshin got dressed again, called his limo driver, and took a blanket. He would now begin to surprise Shingen to the festival date. "Shingen, let's see who wins the most games." he thought with confidence. They always liked competitive plays over each other. He just thought of what kind of games would be there to play as the limo left with him inside, going to Osaka, as he drifted to sleep.

~The next morning- 8 AM~

Shingen saw the shining sun glimmer in the curtains as morning came and he was just starting to wake up from the tiger's slumber. This short bald man yawned as he sat up in the bed, slowly getting his act together. It was also very hot today when the festival and vacation was in the summer. He could only imagine what the south had to deal with like the Shimazu in the summer. After 10 minutes of just sitting there, he finally got up to brighten the room. The curtains opened and Shingen shielded his eyes from the brightness a bit. Once it got adjusted, he finally saw a limo in front of the hotel. It had the Uesugi symbol on the side and the limo was white. He could see Kenshin come out the doors. "Hahaha, I knew Kenshin would be here!" Shingen said to himself. He put on a tiger print t-shirt with some khaki shorts and some sandals.

Kenshin walked out of the limo with a nice short sleeved buttoned white shirt with white pants with some nice black loafers. He was casually sleeping the whole ride so he would be well rested for today. Carnivals are mostly energy sucking. The driver let him know he's here so he doesn't have to rest during the day. "Great Bishamonten, please give me strength to have fun today and beat Shingen in a whole bunch of games." He prayed. They both met in the lobby and gave a hug. "Haha, I knew you would come. So are you ready for the carnival?" Shingen asked. Kenshin gave a small smile and nodded. "I am. Looking at the clock means that it had just started." Said Kenshin as he looked at the clock which read 9:00A.M.

Looking out at the carnival laid out before them, it was full of life and high fun energy. Many games, food stands and other attractions can be seen before them. People were walking around them full of laughter and friendly talk. You can't really hear what they had to say because there were so many people and they were loud. Shingen and Kenshin simply walked side by side together holding pinkies looking out at what games they should play.

The first game they saw was kinda strange with a huge log and there were lines in the ground. Musashi was actually the one hosting that game. "Hey you two! Do you want to try the log toss? 1 yen to try it and the rules are clearly read on the sign." He managed to get Shingen and Kenshin's attention. "You want to have a go Kenshin?" Asked Shingen. "Sure" said Kenshin blatantly. 

They both walk up to the wooden sign. It was well made with no chances that anyone can get a splinter and it looked really smooth for writing on as shown in words that are painted on. It says the following: 

Log toss:

'You throw a log as far as you can. This can be played for competition. If you are solo, you win a prize no matter what. If you are against each other, then the winner gets a prize.'

Shingen was known to do some lifting at the gym sometimes, Kenshin watched him while he worked so he knew as well. They've decided to do the competition version. The prizes included stuffed animals, posters and pins. Shingen went first as he went and picked it up by the sides then he spinned around a few times getting ready for the wind up. He threw it up and away pretty far and it landed with a thud and the ground shaked a bit. Musashi ran to where the log went with a measuring tape and a flag. "150 feet-1st person!" Musashi announced. Kenshin smiled at Shingen’s impressive performance. It was as expected for him as was a worthy challenge for Kenshin to try to beat.

"You're next Kenshin." Shingen said as he stood back with a smirk, a smirk that Kenshin loved a lot. "I have practiced a bit in lifting." Kenshin remarked as he picked up the log. He winded up by standing back a bit then using the force that he gathered to launch the log forward as he stepped forward. It flew not as high as Shingen did but it definitely was going far. There was a thud in the distance and Musashi was running fast with the other marker. "Not bad! It's about… 160 feet. The second person wins!" Musashi announced happily as he went to pick out a prize. Kenshin kissed Shingen on the forehead proud of his own victory. "Well done 'nemesis'." Shingen said, congratulating him. Musashi gave Kenshin a big tiger plush. 'It would be perfect for Shingen.' Kenshin thought.

Many hours go by with more prizes, food, the times they went through a funhouse and a haunted house in a succession while holding many little toys, pins, posters, more stuffed animals. It was a lot to carry for a long time, then again they had played lots of games. Games were ring toss, balloon pop, guess what's approximately in the jar, bumper cars, test your strength, and many other games.

It was the last few minutes of the carnival to be open for the day. There was one more game they wanted to try for a magnificent dragon plush. Shingen was immediately reminded of Kenshin when he saw that plush. "Kenshin! Before we go let's try this game!" They both look at the bucket of water with ducks floating right along. The sign read the following:

Lucky Duck:

'You hook a duck on the hook stick provided to you. Get a star duck (which the star is on the bottom) to win any prize you want.'

"This game sounds simple and quick." Kenshin remarked. "You can do this game." Said Kenshin as he gave the game owner 1 yen to play the game.

Shingen concentrated on the pond itself like a fire trying to get hotter by the minute. Any of those ducks could have a star on the bottom and any number of the ducks could have stars. They all looked the same. All he could do would be to guess which one had the star and which ones didn't. He took the hook stick on the ground and just went for it, eyes closed. When he opened them again, he looked underneath the duck and a gold star was at the bottom. He won the game and the dragon. "This is great!" thought Shingen as he got the dragon in his hands.

As Shingen turned he saw Kenshin take the tiger plush out of the mass of prizes they won and handed it out like it was a gift for him. Shingen saw a slight blush on Kenshin's stoic face. "So umm… this is for you 'nemesis'." Kenshin said in a softer voice than usual. Shingen laughed out of kindness a little, knowing that Kenshin wasn't used to the sometimes sweet moments of their relationship. "Thank you 'nemesis'. In return, I will give you this dragon I just won."  Shingen blushed a little bit as he received the tiger and Kenshin received the dragon. They soon divided all of the prizes in between them. Shingen’s vacation would go on and Kenshin would join in for the last week that Shingen had left.

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P.S. as a bonus I give you some headcanons of the pairing on google slides that I made myself. This helped me create the fic lol.

[spencerreidsthings]

Economics Project

Masterlist

Here’s a Stile fanfic I wrote about a year ago. Let me know what you think!

“Hi, Sheriff Stilinski” I beamed after the door swung open. “Is Stiles here?” I’ve been crushing on him for a few months and could finally make a move because we were paired up for a project. We are both in the coach’s econ class and have to do research on the glass ceiling and how to break through it. “we’re working on a project together…”

The sheriff stared at me for a while before swinging the door open for me to walk in. “Stiles is in his room. I can take you up there.” He was still wearing his uniform and his boots sounded heavy on the hardwood.

“Did you just get off work, Sheriff?”

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

            “Oh, sorry I’m Alyssa. I forgot to introduce myself.”                     

The sheriff stopped in front of a closed door and knocked. “Will you be staying for dinner?” He asked as we waited for the door to open. “Stiles?” The sheriff asked again before moving in front of me to open the door and walk-in. “He’s not here. Jeez, if he snuck out again…” His voice trailed off before he turned to you. “Go ahead and sit down. I’ll figure out where he is.”

The sheriff walked out, and I set my bag on the ground. His room was very neat. The only thing that seemed out of place was a giant clear board with writing and photos. It looked like a crime board on the investigation shows. I sit down on the bed and notice the sheets and comforter match very well. All in a navy blue, which was sophisticated enough for stiles. The blanket was very fluffy, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to lay under it with Stiles.

Bare feet made slapping noises in the hallway and soon the door was filled with Stiles whose bare skin was covered in beads of water. The towel hanging low on his waist was held in place by one of his hands. “Shit. Um... Alyssa.” He did a double-take on you sitting there as if he didn’t believe that you were actually in his room. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here. Uh… what are you doing here?” His eyebrows furrowed at the end of his sentence and he stared at you seemingly having forgotten his current state of clothing.

“Our Econ projects. We decided to work on it today… right now.” I spoke slowly enough to make it seem as though Stiles was an idiot. He looked at me and then at the clock. The realization was evident on his face when his eyebrows reached his hairline.

“Right. Well- “

“Stiles” His dad interrupted with a booming voice. “Put some goddamn clothes on.” The sheriff still hadn’t removed his uniform and looked very tired.

 Stiles had asked me to wait outside his room while he got dressed so I made my way downstairs to get some water from the kitchen. Sheriff Stilinski was staring at a few pork chops on an oven pan. “Hi, Sheriff.” He jolted a little when he heard my voice but smiled when he turned around. “Could I get a glass of water?”

“Sure Alyssa, anything to get me away from this.” He mentioned wildly to the pork chops and sighed. “I just can’t figure out how to cook them. It’s been so many years and my wife usually made dinner”

My heart warmed at his words and I stared at the meal remembering how to cook the meal quickly in a skillet. “Do you mind if I do it?”

“Please.” The Sheriff got me everything I asked for and then sat himself down at the table to watch. His shoulders were more relaxed than I had seen since I walked into the house.  

Soon after I started and Stiles came downstairs fully dressed, I had finished the meal and was putting food on plates. Stiles’ feet shuffled across the tile toward the refrigerator. I was painfully aware of his presence behind me. And the whole thing seemed mundane. I was finishing up dinner and he poured the milk into glasses. He looked amazing in his dark red shirt and the way he looked up at me as I set the plate in front of him made me like him more.

“Alyssa, this looks amazing” the Sheriff expressed his gratitude without looking up from his plate. He immediately sunk his knife into the meat as I took the chair next to Stiles. “Thank you for making this. I couldn’t have done half as well as you did.” I smiled and began to eat. Throughout the meal, I glance at Stiles out of the corner of your eye.

“How’s the season?” I asked Stiles hoping to get him talking. I didn’t mind the silence but loved hearing him talk, especially when he gets excited. I go to every lacrosse game even if I only get to see him sitting on the bench. If the high school had a cheerleading squad, I would have joined so quickly.

“Well it only just started, but the team is getting really good.”

“I love going to the games and seeing you play” I blushed to myself after realizing what I had said in front of him and his dad and began to subconsciously backpedal. “I- I mean. It’s great that- that you get to play more. You’re getting really – really good.” My voice trails off when I look up and realize that they are both staring right at me. The sheriff froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. “I – uh. Sorry”

Dinner finished quietly and I was soon the only one eating. “Stiles.” His dad said, “Come help me with the dishes. Alyssa, you finish eating.” The two of them got to work on the table and washing the dishes. After they had cleared all the dishes but mine, I heard the water running and Stiles talking to his father. “Do you like Alyssa, son?” Mr. Stilinski asked.

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“I mean do you like her? Like, want to date her.”

My heart began racing as I waited in anticipation of his answer. I came to Beacon Hills a year ago and immediately made friends with Allison and Lydia. They told me that Lydia had just gotten out of a relationship that ended weird. I could tell they were leaving things out, but I was so glad to have friends that I didn’t want to push. They introduced me to Scott and Stiles who welcomed me into their friend group with open arms. I know there are things that they leave me out of, but it seems so serious that I really don’t feel as though I am missing anything. I really only see them during school. This is the first time I am visiting any of them outside of school. I noticed Stiles before I met him, and I was smitten. I could tell he would do anything for his friends and that even though he wasn’t as strong as Scott, he could protect his friends just as well. The clanging of dishes stopped and all that was heard was a steady stream of water. I knew that all actions had ceased and Stiles’ dad was staring at him waiting for an answer. So was I

“I-uh… I mean. I don’t know, dad” He sighed after saying this. That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting to hear, but it wasn’t a no. He had stopped looking at Lydia like a lost puppy, but he hasn’t mentioned anyone else.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” His dad’s voice was firm.

“I just, I can’t think about that right now. It’s just… I mean. Jackson just left and we just dealt with the alpha pack. Things are just settling down and I don’t want to mess things up in our friend group. As is, Scott and Allison are being awkward because they just broke up and I can just tell – “

“So, in other words. Yes?” Mr. Stilinski interrupted Stiles with a simple yes or no question. I was anxious to hear the answer.

“Uh… Yeah, Dad. Yeah”

I did a little victory dance in my head because I knew for sure. Stiles was into me and I had a chance. I won’t have to see him pining over Lydia anymore.

“She likes you too, ya know?” Mr. Stilinski continued. “I can tell by the way she looks at you. She got so excited talking about lacrosse and I can guarantee you that she did her hair before coming here to study. Didn’t she?”

“Her hair does look different.”

“How different?”

“It was in a braid during school. It’s down now.” He actually noticed how I did my hair. I braided it the night before so it would be curly when I came to his house.

“See. And she looks at you the same way you look at her.”

Their conversation ceased and they continued to take care of the dishes. I brought mine into the kitchen and saw Stiles up to his elbows in soapy water. The Sheriff was leaning against the counter watching him. “Hey, Alyssa. Thanks again for making supper.”

I smiled and nodded. “It’s no problem. I love to cook. Is there a dishwasher?”

“No. It broke this morning. Just set it on the counter and Stiles will wash them.”

I set my dishes on the counter next to the other dirty ones and looked up at Stiles. His eyes wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Would you like me to help?” I asked him

“No. You can go wait upstairs. I’ll be done in a minute.” His tone was dismissive, which was expected. He had just finished talking to his father about how he feels about me. He doesn’t know what I heard, but it must be awkward.  

I was finally alone. Mr. Stilinski sat in his study working on a case and Stiles was cleaning the kitchen. I stood in the middle of Stiles's room waiting for him to finish. He had his jersey sitting on a chair in the corner of the room along with his stick. On his shelves were a variety of different books and string. Things weren’t really in order, more than they were just slightly out of order. The pins were spilling out of their container and he had papers laying all over his desk. I love the shade of his blankets.

While waiting for Stiles to finish I sat on his bed and read a book of folklore. I soon lay half my body on his bed and let my legs dangle off. I read of dark spirits and how they insert a host body. All the possible side effects and how the host might be affected. They could look the same as always but act completely out of character. An antisocial girl becomes a party animal. A sexually active man becomes celibate. But all the spirits have one thing in common: they come to cause destruction.

“Hey. Sorry, it took so long.” I sat up on his bed once I heard his voice.

“Don’t worry about it.” He stood in the doorway looking like a stranger in his own room. I figured that we could break the ice a little. “Wanna play cards?” He looked at me like I was crazy, but he joined me on his bed as I pulled a deck of cards out of my backpack. We played go fish while I drilled him with questions, but his answers were short, and I could sense the awkwardness.

“I heard you talking to your dad.” Stiles froze in the middle of shuffling the deck.

“You – uh… you did?” He stared down at his hands. “You heard all of it?”

I smiled a little. “Yeah. All of it.” We stared at our hands for a few minutes. I tried to find something brilliant to say but came up short. I always pictured this in my dreams, but never in real life. He was still staring at his hands, but then again so was I.

“Alyssa.” Stiles whispered, “Can I – Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my lips closer to his. I took the initiative and straddled his lap. My skirt rising up my legs. Stiles connected our lips and my hands wrapped in his hair. His free hand ran up my thighs and rested just under the hem of my skirt. Our kiss wasn’t wild or needy. It was soft. Our lips met for a while then we pulled apart and did it again. It was how I imagined it would feel to kiss Stiles. After a while, I felt his pants harden and he tensed up.

A cough interrupted us, and we quickly broke apart. I landed flat on my ass when Stiles pushed me off his lap and he put a pillow in his lap. The Sheriff stood in the doorway in blue dad jeans and a white tee shirt. He was leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed.

“Hi, Dad,” Stiles said in his quirky voice and waved with a smirk.

“Just keep the door open. Okay?” He walked away before either of us could answer.

I looked over and Stiles, meeting his eyes for the first time tonight. He had a smirk playing on his lips. “Can I take you on a date?”

I smiled and leaned over to kiss him again.