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mar-iiposa · 4 years ago

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"You're What?"

prompt: How would the Bayverse boys react to their s/o finding out that she is pregnant, and she is afraid/scared to tell them? The pregnancy was not planned. Hope you're having a great day/night <3

a/n: this was requested by an anonymous user as a bit of a long story, meant for all four turtles, but I'm deciding on separating it so it looks better on my masterlist later on. hope that enjoy, and make sure to read the tags I have included down below, just in case !

warnings: slight mention of abortion but that's it, mention of needles drawing blood (not too graphic of course), unplanned pregnancy, mentions of unprotected sex.

word count: 2.6k

"Y/N, are you okay?"

Your roommate, April's, voice rang out when she saw you hurry towards the bathroom in such a rush, for the third time today, and it was just barely 2 pm. She was concerned that you weren't doing so good, never having seen you in a peculiar state like this before. As late of this past week, you've started to show signs of illness and restlessness, constantly moody, which we knew was odd for you at times. "Do you need anything?" She gently knocked on the bathroom door, hearing the faucet run on the other side before it was turned off. "I'm good, thanks," You murmur, loud enough for her to at least comprehend what you're saying. Outside of the restroom, April looked down for a moment, hesitant on whether to truly believe you or not. However, she didn't bother to really question it. "I'll be out, text if you need me."

After getting up a little too fast, you feel a small, sharp pain in your breasts, causing you to wince and cup them lightly out of instinct. Over the last few days, you've been noticing some changes. Weird ones too. For starters, you missed your period, it was supposed to roll around about, what, three/four days ago. You kept it tracked monthly on your phone, and by now, it would seem to probably come later than usually expected. Never did you have an irregular menstrual cycle, sometimes periods tend to come a little bit late but this was still odd enough. Not to forget, you had been vomiting like crazy at times, especially in the mornings and early afternoons of the day, sometimes at night if you're "lucky" enough. Topping those off, you felt fatigued, you were bloated, strangely moody, and you really needed to pee way more. A lot more, actually.

You had turned off the faucet in the bathroom, hunching over the sink, still with little droplets of water sliding down and into the drain. You look into the mirror, bags under your eyes have started to form from lack of sleep after literally vomiting your guts out in the middle of the night, having to hold your own hair back yourself if April would be completely knocked out from work. It wasn't a rare occurrence for her to be passed out on her bed or the couch, after a long day of working. You were employed, too, it was just that you took a day off to find out what the hell these symptoms were. Who knows, maybe you were falling sick?

You do your hair and style it just a little, unbothered by if you looked like crap or not, you could care less. You were throwing up and felt almost sick, why wouldn't you look unappealing at the very least? Grabbing your keys and things, you make your way towards the subway almost downtown, avoiding eye contact with almost anyone and everyone, not feeling at your best. It felt like your self-esteem had taken a downwards decline in the last couple of days prior. Not that you never got irritated or anything, but it was peculiar to you that all of a sudden, you had mood swings that changed from one mood to another like a bolt of lightning. Hell, even your boyfriend, Leo, noticed fairly quickly, but he decided not to press on you too much about it.

Getting off of the subway train, you head to your physician's office, opening the door of the building, the cooled atmosphere of the room hitting you within seconds of your entrance of the room.

"Hello, Ms. L/N, are you here for your appointment today?" The female receptionist gazed up at you from her glasses, frames pink, wearing a light shawl over her arms and shoulders. "I am," You give her a nod, her gaze traveling back to the computer screen as she typed away, the sound of her dark red acrylics hitting the smooth black keys. "Sure does get cold in here," She chuckled, a small short in the middle of her laugh, "take a seat, miss."

Doing so, you sit near the TV of the waiting room, the magazines on the table ahead stared back at you, the words 'VOGUE' written on the modernistic cover. The television was of bland taste, just going over the weather expected for today and the rest of the week and into the weekend. You cradle yourself slightly, your e/c eyes flickering down to your fingers and nails. About fifteen minutes or so later, the door to the back of the office opened, a nurse appearing in her scrub, "Y/N L/N?" Perking up at the mention of your name, you both make eye contact and she steps aside for you to walk in, giving a nod before directing you to a nearby room. Taking a seat, you wait until the doctor comes into view, greeting you with a friendly smile. "Ms. L/N, hi," She shook your hand, holding a clipboard under her left arm as she entered, "how are you? Is there a reason as to why you made an appointment for today?" Seconds after listing off your symptoms, she eyed you a bit suspiciously, writing down with her pen. "I'll send one of the nurses in for a blood test, I'm sure you'll be free to go then," The doctor pursed her lips in a tight smile, looking as though she had something on her mind as to what you could've had.

You sit there, for what feels like hours upon hours of silence, and you don't even notice the nurse coming in through the door at some point. "Alright, just relax for me." A pinching at your skin came from the needle, and the nurse draws some blood from your arm. Closing your eyes and glancing away from the view, the needle is drawn away from your arm after a while, patching the spot up with a band-aid. "You should get your answers shortly," 'Angela Bardot' (the nurse) states with a small, friendly smile as you give her a nod for a reply in return.

The receptionist sends you a wave goodbye as you approach the door on the way out, nodding your head and giving a wave back. Traveling home among the streets of New York, your mind is constantly filling up to the absolute brim of what the results would be. What if you were terrible sick? Had an illness that was incurable or deadly? How would you tell the ones you loved? Always tending to think of negative outcomes was a habit of yours, for as long as you can remember. You're so deep into your thoughts as you don't realize your boyfriend had called you a couple of times already. You unlock your phone after typing in the digits of your password, tapping onto his contact. "Hey," His voice rings from the other side, "I was trying to call you, is everything alright?" You can hear the worried tone through his end.

You run a hand through your hair as you neared the corner, coming closer to your New York apartment. "Yeah," you breathe out into the air of the apartment building, taking the provided elevator, "yeah, I'm okay." You could almost see the look of relief in those blue sapphire eyes of his, he responds, "Sorry, I almost panicked when you didn't pick up." You chuckle a little at that, knowing you almost always picked up on phone calls, holding onto your keys as you pushed your front entrance door open, "Nah, you know I can handle myself, Leo." You grin hearing his voice, chuckling at that. "I know, I know."

"I'll see you tonight?" He asks on his end, you immediately smile. "I give you my word." You can feel him smiling from 'ear to-ear' at your response, "Okay, I'll see you later then. Love you, princess." Your smile growing warm, heart fluttering at the words coming from your boyfriend, you speak back into the phone, "Love you too."

He was the first to hang up on the cell phone call, before you fall back onto your grey couch with a heavy sigh, soon leaning forward with your head in your hands, elbows firmly sitting on top of your knees. The TV is turned on from the remote in your hand, head leaning back into the couch, but only enough to still keep your eyes on the screen. Your phone rings again, and you assume it might be Leo again, calling to tell you something he might have forgotten or who knows what. Turning the phone over from it's front facing the cushions, and you recognize the contact number. "Hello?" You pick up, a recognizable voice rang through. "Hi, this is Dr. Rullston, I'm calling you to discuss your blood test results, yes?" Sitting straight up quickly, you feel yourself nod almost frantically, "Yes, it's not anything, right?" A long pause resonates between the two of you, and you can slightly hear the intake of a breath from her.

"Ms. L/N, you're pregnant."

Your heart completely drops as soon as you heard that, standing up from your seat within milliseconds. "What? I- I can't belie- !" She continues, "About almost two weeks pregnant is what I'm seeing. Congratulations miss." No, no, I didn't want a baby! I didn't know this would happen!

You look down at the floor as your breathing is nearly stressed, "Tha- Thank you, Dr. Rullston." Quick to hang up first, you almost drop your phone onto the apartment's hard wooden floor. How was this possible? Well, you knew how pregnancy and sex worked, but this was something completely shocking, at least to you! You think you at least had intercourse with a condom on! You and Leonar- Oh God, Leo! How would he react to this? He would be disappointed, he could leave you! Who would want to raise a child with you? Who would even want a knocked up lady if he did leave the relationship you had been building for practically a year?! You could get an abortion, that's it! No, no, no, you couldn't see yourself going through with that. Seeing others get abortions was something you were supportive of, but you had no absolute idea what in the hell to do! Do you want to keep it? That was something you didn't know the answer to.

Two hours roll by until you're dressed a little more properly now, on your path to the turtles' lair in the sewers. As of now, you're (somewhat) rocking some jeans, with an old t-shirt, your commonly-worn shoes, and your hair combed through. Sticking your head through the lair, Mikey spots you straightaway, quickly riding on his skateboard towards you, guarding your own stomach, afraid for impact. Luckily for you (and maybe your fetus), there is no impact. "Yo, Y/N!" He gave you his regular fist pump, "how's it hangin'?" He notices you guarding your stomach, emitting a laugh as he points at you, "What's with the stomach guarding?" You realize your arms protecting your stomach, pulling them away fairly quickly. "Just, uh- Just hungry is all!" Michelangelo eyed you for a second or two before shrugging, picking up his board with a swift kick at its tail, "M'kay! Leo's in his room by the way. Catch you later!" He rode off again, presumably to bother either Raph or Donnie with his "dazzling personality."

Nearing Leonardo's room, you were undecided on the option of telling him about the growing baby inside of you or not. You didn't know. You didn't know what he'd think, what he'd say, how he would react, or if his perspective of you would shift entirely. Every fiber of your being grew anxious, scared to share the news with him. Or not. Leaning against the doorway of his room, he looked up from his katana, a smile gracing his features. "Hey," He stood up from his spot on the bed as you approach him, "Hi." Leonardo glanced down at your shorter human self, grabbing your hands to hold into his abnormally larger ones. "Took you a while to get here." Yeah, it did because you couldn't stop vomiting into the toilet until you got the strength to eventually walk all the way down here. "Sorry, busy," You threw an excuse at him, the leader of the clan nods. "Uh-huh," He takes your hand and leads you to his bed, "you're not overwhelming yourself, are you?" Knowing how concerned he can tend to be, you shakily exhale a little, giving a closed-mouth smile. "No, not really."

"You know ho-" You bit your lower lip, feeling the need to interrupt, "Leo, there's-- there's something I need to tell you." He paused for a little, knowing there was something up, a feeling in his gut. "Well what is it?" You can feel that pit of anxiety start to blossom within you once again, your palms nearly growing sweaty as you try to gather your words. Carefully wanting to break it to him was something you wanted to do, and correctly too. "Y/N?" He sends you a fervent glance, "is something wro-?"

"I'm pregnant."

He's taken aback by the sentence you had just formed, staring at you, with almost little to no emotion being expressed. He's speechless. Out of words, completely. "You're what?! With- With my ba-?" Giving the leader a small, slow nod, it finally makes sense to him. "That's why you missed my call? Y/N, you sh-" You feel tears swell up in your e/c eyes, a hot droplet starting to slide down your left cheek, "I know it's all my fault. I should have asked for an abortion before I left that doctor's office. And you don't want a kid, I can see perfectly see that, and just know that I'm sor-" A warm green hand cups the side of your face, endearing blue eyes look at you and hold your stare as a thumb comes to wipe your new, built-up tears. Tender lips come to kiss your forehead. "I want this. Y/N, please listen to me when I say it'll be alright. I won't let you and the baby down, okay?" Leo's words are kind, softly spoken as he offers you a pursed smile while holding your face in his hand, "You'll be fine."

Your breathing is starting to calm down as you meet his eyes, your hand coming touch his on your cheek. "How far? How far are you, I mean?" Feeling at ease, your eyes are still watery with tears, a smile growing on your lips, "Two weeks." He grows soft at your reply, eyes flickering down towards your stomach. The stomach that held his kid inside of it. "How big are they?" You hold your hand up and leave a little gap between your index finger and your thumb, "Like a little seed." A smile of joy lights up his face before he carefully runs the bottom of your t-shirt up to expose your stomach to him. He pursed his lips together once more, fighting off tears as he gives a breathy laugh. "I love them already." You grin to your significant other, kissing his cheek.

"And we love you too."

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karlajoyner · 4 years ago

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first of all: i absolute LOVE your write

also....can you write an enemies to lovers smut with reggie or jeremy (what you feel more comfortable with), and if you have a taglist for jatp could you add me?

(english isn't my first language, sorry if there's something wrong!)

Why Wait? (Jeremy Shada x Reader)

A/N: So I got two requests a Jeremy one and a Reggie or Jeremy enemy to lover one so I put them in one. I have a enemy to lover one coming out about Charlie. It’s a smut and gets well aggressive so make sure not to read it if it makes you uncomfortable! It was as well per someone's request so I hope you guys enjoy!

Requested by: @epikskool (Tumblr)

@agotzmann (Wattpad)

Warnings: None

(P.S I do not do smut for Jeremy, Madison, Jadah, Booboo, and or Sacha! Only for their characters!)

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I sighed getting out my car unprepared for tonight's events. My best friend Savannah invited me to a game night with some of her co-stars from her new show on Netflix. They were nice people I visited on set a couple times when they were shooting in LA and got along pretty well with most of them. Well all except one. Jeremy. Jeremy Shada.

Flashback

I frustratedly walked towards Savannah's set beyond pissed. I was visiting my best friend on set today when I anonymously received photos from an unknown number. After 2 hours of sitting in her trailer I had just confirmed that my now ex boyfriend had been cheating on me and to make it worse it was with someone who I though was my friend. I finally reached the location she was filming at watching as she spoke to the director who was probably giving her instruction. She threw a glance at me realization hitting her what we had suspected since I got the pictures was true. I stood back as she said something to the director before making her way towards me.

"Did you talk to him?" She asked.

"Yeah. He admitted it to me. He straight up told me he cheated on me" I said on the verge of tears.

"He's such an asshole" She whispered pulling me into a hug.

“I know. I just don't know what I'm gonna do Savannah. I live with the man for fucks sake" I sobbed pulling away.

"Well for starters your moving in with me"

"I can't do that Sav, our lease isn't up for another 2 months"

"Your not staying with that jerk for 2 months y/n. Over my dead body am I gonna let my best friend stay in the same apartment with such a pig" She said getting ticked off. I sighed knowing there was no point in trying to argue right now when I was filled with too many emotions to count. I simply nodded fidgeting with my fingers.

"Go wait for me in my trailer. I almost done with this scene then I'm done for the day. After that we can go pick up some clothes then head over to mine for a breakup ritual"

"You really think that'll fix this?" I asked letting another tear slip out.

"No but it'll sure help. We'll order takeout, paint our nails, and have a high school musical marathon"

"Your just saying that because you can't wait to drool over Zac”

"Well yeah but your gonna be doing the same"

"Fair enough" I said smiling at the girl.

"See you in a bit k?"

"Okay" I smiled walking away.

I was walking back the route I came from when I received a message.

"You know we don't have to stop it here if don't want to😏" I read aloud making anger boil in me. He's such a fucking Asshole.

I groaned in frustration suddenly feeling myself collide with something hard.

“What the fuck!?" I cried holding my forehead. I looked up realizing I had just collided with an opening door.

"Oh my god are you okay?"

"Do I look okay? Are you fucking serious?"

"Look I'm sorry but you don't have to be such a dick about it" The person spoke. I finally looked up seeing a guy around my age who looked awfully familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it.

"I'm the dick? You hit me with a fucking door"

"Look I said I'm sorry" He said sticking out a hand to help me up. I was so fed up with men today. I scoffed standing up on my own.

"I don't need your help. Just watch where your going next time"

"It's not my fault. I didn't know anyone was gonna be passing by"

"So it's my fault I just got knocked to the ground by an opening door?" I shouted holding the part of my head that was now throbbing.

"W-well n-"

"You know what save it! I'm tired of men today I'm tired of everyone" I said passing by the dark haired guy bumping his shoulder in anger. That guy ended up being Jeremy Shada. Savannah's cast mate. And now my worst enemy.

“I brought lasagna” I announced to the group of people who were in the living room. Specifically Charlie, Savannah, Sacha, Owen, Jadah, Tori of course, and unfortunately enough Jeremy.

“Yes!” Sacha shouted with excitement. I giggled putting down the dish in the kitchen going over to greet everyone.

“Hey Charles!”

“How you doin?” He smirked making me laugh.

“I’m doin good baby. How you doin?” I played along. Recreated one of my favorite scenes from friends.

“This is why I love you! You get me!” He shouted pulling me in for a hug.

“Hey Owen. Sacha” I greeted the two boys with a hug.

“Y/n! We missed you the last couple weeks on set”

“Owen you were shooting in Vancouver”

“I know we just really missed you. Savannah was no fun”

“I was fun!” The girl shouted form the kitchen.

“What he means is we missed our biggest cheerleader” Tori corrected.

“I am great aren’t I?” I jokingly flipped my hair on my shoulder earning laughs from around the room.

“I beg to differ” Jeremy’s voice spoke making me roll my eyes.

“Seriously? I just got here and your gonna start?” I asked looking at him.

“Hey! Guys! It’s game night let’s chill out tonight” Charlie tried to reason shuffling the uno cards in his hand.

It wasn’t the first time he or any of the other cast tried to talk me and Jeremy down but sometimes his side comments got to me so much that I’d burst. God I hated his luscious dark hair. And his snarky little smirk. And his beautiful brown eyes. And his adorable dimples.

“Charlie’s right” I spoke calming down.

“It’s game night. I’m with my friends and nothings gonna ruin that. Even you Shada”

“It was ruined the moment you stepped in”

“Man chill out” Owen said placing a hand on Jeremys shoulder. I watched as the two small talked on the side before turning my attention back to the rest of group.

Internally groaning I took a seat in between Jadah and Savannah who had finally made it back to the living room.

“Glad to see your lasagna didn’t come out burnt” Savannah said making me let out a giggle. Referring to the first time I tried baking lasagna.

“Sav that was one time and it was an accident”

“I can think of other things that were an accident” Jeremy said my eyes going wide. Gasps filling the room.

“Dude yo chill out”

“That’s low even for you Jeremy” I said standing up and making my way down the familiar hallway. I reach a room I recognized as Toris. Locking myself in. I began to cry sitting down on her bed in the center of the room.

That was it. Those were the words that finally triggered me.

Flashback

“Your a drunk! Can’t even take care of your own daughter!” “She was a fucking accident!” “You don’t mean that daddy” I cried holding my chest to my knees. Drowning out the voices of my parents fighting. Wanting anything. Anything to happen that would get me out of this house. But nothing did.

My thoughts were cut off by a sudden knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I questioned wiping the stray tears that had escaped.

“It’s me”

“Who’s me?” I asked sniffling.

“Jeremy”

“Go away you fucking prick”

“Can we talk? Please” He pleaded confusion hitting me. Why would he want to talk to me? Why now?

I made my way toward the door slowly unlocking it.

“What do you want?” I asked moving back onto the bed.

“I wanna apologize. Savannah told me about your parents. She also said if I didn’t cool it she’d have my head” He said moving slowly to sit beside me on the bed.

“Yeah. She’s a sweet girl but she’ll have your head in seconds” I tried to joke only to have more tears fall down my face.

“Look I’m really sorry for acting like such a jerk”

“A dick” I corrected him earning a chuckle from the guy.

“A dick. I’m really sorry”

“For the sake of our friends outside. I guess I’m sorry too. Sav always talks about how much of a great guy you are but I never actually got to know you. I honestly I don’t know why I always went out my way to attack you”

“I do” He spoke. My head cocking to the side in confusion.

“I mean I know why I always acted like that”

“And why is that?”

“Maybe it was to conceal the big fat crush I had on you since the moment I laid eyes on you”

“What?” I questioned looking him in the eyes.

“Don’t make me say it again. Look I’ve acted like such an ass especially lately. But every time I see you I just remember the first time we met. How beautiful you were. But then we interacted. And now I realize how terrible I really was. Then the way you reacted didn’t help the situation. I mean it looked like you weren’t having the best day and I made it worse. And guilt has been eating away at me ever since but I could never bring myself to apologize because of my stupid pride”

“Your pride is pretty stupid. But your face makes up for it” I spoke with a nervous smile.

“Was that a compliment?” He teased.

“So what if it was? What are you gonna do about it Shada?”

“Well for starters.....I’m gonna take you on a date. A proper date. Maybe to the beach. We could have a picnic. Make a day out of it. The I’ll drive you back to yours and Savannah’s. We’ll walk hand and had up to your door. We’ll make casual small talk about how great it was. Then I’ll say we should do this again sometime and you’ll agree of course. Then I’ll lean in at the last second and....kiss you”

He said our bodies seemingly to have gotten closer within the period he had begun talking to now.

“Why wait?” I whispered finally looking straight at him to see him already looking at me.

We gazed into each other’s eyes until our lips met in the middle. The kiss was short but sweet. We finally pulled away looking down I watched as he intertwined our fingers. Smiles plastered on both of our faces

This was it. No more backhanded comments. No more glaring at each other from across the room. No more uncomfortable tension in the air.

It was me and Jeremy.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader (Smut)

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Sacha Carlson x Reader

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d-dixonimagines · 4 years ago

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literally ANYTHING w protective and/or jealous Daryl would be fantastic hehe

HI! Sorry this is late! Protective and/or jealous Daryl is always my favorite! I hope this fills your needs. I couldn’t decide if I wanted it to be angsty or light-hearted, so it’s a teeeensy bit of both? This takes place in Alexandria.

Daryl sat on the porch and watched intently as you tended to the garden. You had been out there almost all morning, laughing and flirting with one of the other members of the group that was part of this... gated community. You were beginning to get to know mostly everyone, form friendships with people, and feel comfortable with all of it. As comfortable as you would allow yourself to get.

You could feel Daryl’s gaze as he watched you. He was still very unsure of how he felt about it all. Suspicious of how they could live in such peace when the world outside their walls was all going to shit. He didn’t trust their ignorance and willingness to ignore the threat that was constantly around them. There had been many talks about urging him to give them a chance, but he was stubborn, and you knew it was going to take some time to convince him that they were ok people.

Since you first came to the group, Daryl was the one you seemed to gravitate to. In the midst of everything that was happening, you still tried to keep a positive outlook on things. You prevented yourself from getting close, as hard as it was, because of how much easier it was to lose them. Daryl seemed to be the only exception.

He was Mr. Grumpy and you were the sunshine that burst through his tough exterior. You annoyed him at times with your ability to see the good in most things, but he admired that the most about you.

Daryl kept a close eye on your new friend, Teddy, just to make sure he wasn’t up to anything he shouldn’t have been. It took a while to earn his trust, and until you had it, he was convinced that people were only nice because they wanted something from you. You met a lot of terrible people along the way, people who weren’t afraid to show who they really were, who would just take what they wanted right off the bat, but it was the ones who put on an act that Daryl didn’t trust the most. Teddy wasn’t the only one he didn’t trust, but he was the one who was spending a lot of time with you, and that didn’t seem to sit well with him.

Once you were done, you told Teddy goodbye and made your way to the porch, eyeing Daryl as he sat there watching you walk up the steps. “What has you all sulky?” You asked, sitting down beside him. “I’m not bein’ sulky.” You smiled. “You are. You’re being sulky, what’s going on?”

He was quiet for a few seconds, thinking real hard on what he wanted to say, contemplating if he should say it or not. “I see you out there with him, Teddy. The way you act with him.” “Yeah?” “You seem comfortable around’em.” You looked off into the distance for a moment then gave a slight shrug. “Sure, I guess I am. He’s easy to talk to.” You weren’t quite sure where he was going with this. There was never any kind of established title to what you and Daryl were. You were together and everyone in your group knew it, and you and him knew it. It just was what it was, and it was great. You loved being with him, you loved the way he made you feel, in his own way of expressing his affection towards you. You were complete polar opposites but you both made it work, and there wasn’t anyone or anything that you would allow to get in the way of that.

Looking over his face, you started to piece it all together. “Hold on a minute... are you getting jealous of Teddy?” “No.” His reply was quick, his eyes darting down to the left to avoid eye contact with you. “It’s nothin’ like that, I’m just observant, I can see the way you both are around each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked ya.”

You leaned against his arm with a smile. “Well I should hope he does, I wouldn’t want him to hate me.” “Ya know what I mean.” “I do know what you mean,” you turned your body now to face him. “And I have to tell you, my Shmoopie,” he rolled his eyes at the nickname. “There is absolutely nothing to worry about. He’s just a really nice, cool guy who is helping me learn a few tricks with gardening. Okay?” You looked at him with a sweet gentle smile, your fingers fiddling with the ends of his hair as he made eye contact with you.

“I really think you’d grow to like him, he might have more in common with you than you think. Just the other day he was telling me how he found a cool motorbike and was having some issues getting it to start. That might be a conversation starter if you were willing.” You gave his cheek and kiss and started to get up, reaching your hands out for his. “Let’s go inside, it’s hot out here.” He reached up to grab your hands and stood up, wrapping his arms around your stomach as you turned to make your way inside. “By the way, Shmoopie is not gonna stick.” He commented, causing you to laugh. “No? Why not?” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, tickling it with his breath, “Just no.” Your head leaned into his at the sensation. “Fine, I’ll just think of a better one.”

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rina-writes · 4 years ago

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The Absolute Worst

Summary: You accompany your brother, a newly famous YouTuber, to the Dolans house for a collab. Through a series of misunderstandings, you determine that Ethan Dolan is the worst human being in the world. Luckily, the feelings are mutual. Much to your chagrin, because of a misstep on your part, you are now quarantining with Dolans for 14 days. Your only hope is to make it through the tension without it all blowing up in your face.

Warnings: Angsty in the beginning, then smut and then fluff towards the end. (Just in case this isn’t clear...single!Ethan)

You touched your face with disbelief as you stared up at Ethan Dolan’s smug face. You couldn’t believe that you had forgotten to put on your mask, and of all times now? Your face turned red hot as your hand dipped into your pocket to pull out the triple layered fabric mask. You slipped it behind each ear sheepishly, unable to meet Ethan’s eyes.

“What was that about my brother and I being socially irresponsible?” Ethan asked you, folding his arms. “I believe you went as far to say that we are terrible role models for our incredibly young fanbase.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know how he was staring at you. Besides glaring at him all day, you had followed the twins for a couple years. Ethan seemed to be a sweet guy, with his boyish look of large hazel eyes, tousled dark brown hair and rosy red cheeks. The behavior you saw today revealed him to be a complete douche bag.

For starters, when you first arrived with your brother, the boys were too busy to greet you. Something was so important on their phones that they could not tear themselves away. You and your brother watched them awkwardly in silence, wondering what to do. It was only when you cleared your throat did Grayson look up and introduce himself. He had to yell Ethan’s name and slap him on the shoulder to get Ethan to pay attention.

The boys gave you and your brother a tour of their estate, and Ethan lingered around his car to brag about it. As he drowned on and on about his Tesla, you looked at your brother with a worried expression. Your brother was younger than you, and quite impressionable. His most recent video recently gained popularity earning him a check from YouTube with more zeroes than anyone in your family had seen in their lifetime. Your entire family respected that it was your brother’s money, but everyone was praying he didn’t do anything foolish with it. Given the fact your brother could not even drive without a licensed driver accompanying him, you didn’t like the starry look in your brother’s eyes when Ethan bragged about the car. Your heart almost dropped to your stomach when your brother agreed and said, “I’m definitely buying a Tesla.”

“Y/b/n,” You said in a warning tone. “You should really focus on getting a place to live...”

“Lay off, Y/n.” Your brother whispered to you, harshly.

You were a bit taken aback. Your brother never spoke to you like that...at least not in public. You had a fairly good relationship, and he knew you meant well. You instantly blamed it on the fact he was trying to look cool in front of Ethan.

“If you need a place to live,” Grayson smiled, walking over to a navy blue wrapped van. “How about this nice van?”

You blinked slowly. Why on Earth would your teenage brother want a van?

“Is this the van from your cross country trip?!” Your brother yelled, running over to it.

“Oh hell no...” You said a little too loudly. The last thing you wanted was for your fanboy brother to get duped into buying a lemon. You put your hands on your hips. “And how much is this van, Mr. Dolan?”

Grayson’s eyebrows went up at the accusatory tone, and you saw Ethan’s shoulders square up behind his brother. You didn’t back down. Sure, they were large muscular dudes, but you weren’t a coward. At least...not when it came to your younger brother.

“It depends on how much you want to offer...” Grayson said, recovering from his shock with a soft smile.

“How much did you buy it for?” You asked, cutting off your brother before he could jump in.

“$75,000...” Ethan said, folding his arms as he walked forward. “But we’re selling it for 74, plus $100 since Grayson took the time to build it up nicely.”

You gulped. You glanced at your brother who had fallen silent. That was more than what was in his bank account at the moment. You definitely couldn’t afford that.

“It’s less than the Tesla...” Grayson offered with a soft laugh.

You watched as your brother’s eyes widened, followed by the slump of his shoulders. You sighed. Great, now your brother felt like a loser because he couldn’t afford these fancy cars.

“If you’re done flaunting, it would be nice to start the video.” You rolled your eyes.

“Y/n...” Your brother frowned. “Don’t be rude.”

Your jaw dropped behind your mask as you looked at your brother with shock. You were being rude? They were the ones making your brother feel inferior!

“No, Miss Y/l/n is right.” Ethan said, walking past you to the tiny shed where they were going to film the video. “We should get this show on the road.”

You knew he was making fun of you for calling Grayson Mr. Dolan, but you didn’t care. The faster you could get out of this house, the better.

Just as you were getting started filming, Ethan got a call. He left to answer it, but then ran back in with haste.

“Gray, we gotta go! The interview has been moved up to this afternoon.” Ethan announced.

“Wait, what?” Grayson asked, looking at his watch. “What time?”

“4pm.” Ethan answered.

“Damn...” Grayson stood up. “We need to leave now if we’re gonna make it. Sorry, man. Can we take a rain check?” Grayson looked at your brother sumpathetically.

Your brother nodded, disappointed, but he clearly understood. You, however, did not.

“How do they move up an interview last minute?” You asked.

Ethan frowned. “It was a mistake made by my assistant. She mixed up the dates.”

“I thought you said it was moved up?” You questioned.

“I didn’t think I needed to give the gory details.” Ethan groaned. “Honestly, I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, sorry!” You put your hands up in defense. “Excuse the fact that we don’t actually live around here and had to taken an Uber 2 hours to get here. The least you could do was make our time worth it. But no, go to your interview.”

“Y/n...” Your brother whined. “...it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” You argued, looking at your brother. You could feel your face soften when you saw the embarrassment in his eyes. You felt like your mother humiliating him in front of his classmates.

“Sorry...I’m not myself today.” You said, more to the boys than to your brother. “Let’s reschedule.”

“No...” Ethan said, clearly a mix of annoyed and amused, “Come with us to the interview and we will finish filming after. It’s not like we need daylight or anything. Does that work for you, Miss Y/l/n?”

You looked at your brother who nodded, so you nodded as well.

You rode in the Tesla to the studio where the interview was taking place. Your brother was texting you and you did your best to not let your annoyance show on your face.

Y/b/n: Can you stop being so mean? What’s up with you??

Y/n: ME???? I’m not the one treating people like second class citizens. They are such jerks.

Y/b/n: Why because they have nice cars? Because they have busy schedules?

Y/n: Because they are PHONY. How do ignore to people sitting right in front of you? How do you claim to be down to Earth and sell a teenager a $74k van?

Y/b/n: Can you just stop? You’re blowing it out of proportion.

You sat back in the seat with pursued lips as you looked out the window. Your brother did the same, looking the other way. You knew the conversation was over for awhile.

You watched from the sidelines as the twins did their interview, scoffing every now and then. You would occasionally see Ethan looking at you and you did nothing to hide your disdain. He didn’t say anything about it until your drove back to the house. Now around 7pm, Grayson offered to pick up food for you all to eat. Your brother volunteered to go with him and before you knew what was happening, you were left alone with Ethan Dolan in his kitchen.

“What was so funny during the interview?” Ethan asked, his eyes dark and his jaw set. His hands were on the counter top supporting his weight as he looked at you. His blue medical mask was tucked a bit under his nose, adding emphasis to the glare in his eyes.

“I just couldn’t get over how easily you lie.” You shook your head with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh?” Ethan asked, quirking a brow. “When did I lie?”

“Well, for one thing, they complimented you on your manners, but little did they know how poorly you treated your guests today.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Huh, okay.” Ethan nodded slowly, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “But that’s a matter of opinion, no?”

“I don’t think...” Your voice faltered as you realized it really was. But who was he to tell someone that they should not feel upset about how he treated them?

“Please, continue.” Ethan folded his arms on the counter, lifting one up to rest his cheek on his palm. “This is fun.”

‘What a condescending prick.’ You thought.

“Fine.” You humored him. “How about the fact that you claimed to be observing the covid procedures, but the first time I saw you whip on a mask today was right before we walked in to the studio. Not to mention the countless times we see you online around people without a mask.”

“I stood six feet apart from you until we were in the car.” Ethan said, defensively.

“Sure, fine.” You agreed. “But what about the second point? You should take responsibility to at least quarantine with people if you are going to be regularly collaborating.”

“Am I supposed to quarantine with every single person I am less than six feet away from without a mask?” Ethan asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” You said, incredulously. “Have you been ignoring the news?”

“So, are you saying that you do?” Ethan asked. “Little miss perfect?”

You rose your head proudly. “Yes, I do.”

When Ethan didn’t say anything you stood up taller and continued. “I can’t tell you how to treat others, but I think you are being socially irresponsible to not at least adhere to the health rules set by the state of California. Most of your fanbase is incredibly young and you are setting a poor example for them.”

“I see.” Ethan leaned over the counter to touch your hand. “This is about 3 feet.”

He looked up at your through his long lashes with a bright, mischievous grin. “You, young lady, have forgotten to put on your mask. What does that make of you?”

Which leads us to where we first started. As you recalled the fact that had put your mask in your pocket when you guzzled water from your water bottle, you suddenly realized in the confusion of ordering dinner, you forgot to put it back on. Ethan who was now standing on the same side of the counter as you from six feet away, stood there mockingly.

“Ethan...” You started, as you put on your mask.

“Oh, I don’t get a Mr. Dolan?” Ethan tsked. “How rude.”

Your stomach turned. You wanted to vomit. The thought of apologizing to Ethan Dolan revolted you. You met his eyes, putting on a false air of confidence.

“I was wrong. While I try to consistently follow the rules, even I can make mistakes.” You didn’t say sorry, but you hoped it would be counted as an apology nonetheless.

“So,” Ethan smirked walking a step closer. “By your rules, and the rules of the state of California, doesn’t that mean that we should quarantine together?”

You felt face flush and your eyes go wide. You stammered your reply. “Of course not! I have to self-isolate myself, but why on Earth do we have to do it together?”

“Am I supposed to believe you can self-isolate at home?” Ethan asked.

You looked down. You couldn’t. You and your brother were currently staying with a few friends while you tried to find a place of his own. It would be, to use your own words, socially irresponsible, to go back to a friend’s place without taking the proper safety precautions.

“Grayson and I are actually staying at an Airbnb. As you can see, our house is currently under construction” Ethan gestured to the tarp on some of the furniture. “We have a spare guest room for you and your brother. You can stay there, we can film a few videos with your brother, and you can make sure everyone is safe.”

“I--”

Before you could respond, the door opened. Grayson and your brother walked in with a feast of food for you all to share. They instantly recognized the tension between you two and Grayson looked to Ethan for an explanation. With the largest, phoniest smile you had ever seen, Ethan declared, “Y/n and Y/b/n will be staying with us!”

“What?” Your brother and Grayson asked in unison.

“I’ll explain .” You told your brother as you walked over to him. You started to push him toward the front of the house to speak to him privately. You turned around to look at Ethan and said,

“We will not be imposing on you for free.” You said, sternly. “We can talk finances after I talk to my brother.”

It was your fifth day staying with the Dolans and it felt like an eternity. You decided on paying $500 for your two week stay, far cheaper than any place in California would request for two people. To make up for it, you offered to do some of the cooking and most of the cleaning. Since you were able to work online, you would use your lunch break and after work to prep the meals.

Food was the only thing you and Ethan could agree on. He would compliment your meals, as he could only really make breakfast. You were grateful for the times he would present you with pancakes while you worked.

Outside of food, you bickered all the time. You didn’t like his attitude, his unsolicited advice, and cocky smirk. He apparently didn’t like your temper and your over-protectiveness of your brother that caused you to butt into conversations that did not concern you. On the other hand, Grayson and your brother got along quite well. They frequently worked out together and went surfing together. It was the most happy you had seen your brother since he moved to LA. You still wanted to leave the Dolans, but you hoped that Grayson would still be a good friend to your brother after you both had left their residence.

After all, you had no intentions of staying in Los Angeles forever. Unlike your brother, there was nothing drawing you to the city. It was one of the reasons you were being so harsh on your brother. If he was going to be out here alone, he needed to be taught how to spot those who had his best interest at heart. There was no doubt in your mind that Ethan Dolan could not care less about anyone but himself and his brother. He was the absolute worst.

It was Saturday and thus your brother and Grayson went to surf. You were surprised when you emerged in the kitchen to see Ethan cooking pancakes. You assumed you were in the house alone.

“Why aren’t you surfing with them?” You asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yes, good morning Miss Y/l/n. I am doing well, thank you for asking.” Ethan remarked, not looking up from the frying pan he was coating with coconut oil. “For your information, I don’t like surfing.”

“Oh.” You shrugged, opening the fridge. As you pulled out the water bottle you had chilling overnight, you felt Ethan’s eyes on you.

You became incredibly aware that you were wearing a night set that was in the luggage your friend dropped off the first night of your stay. Since you thought you were alone you didn’t bother to change, but now you felt embarrassed. It was one of those cartoon print night sets with a tank top and matching shorts. The top was quite large so it covered the top half of the shorts, but the shorts were small and didn’t cover much of your behind. It looked a bit ridiculous, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

“Cute set.” Ethan commented.

You turned to look at him, expecting to see some kind of tease in his eyes, but you didn’t. He was staring at you almost blankly, as if he was waiting for your reaction.

“Thanks.” You said, sipping your water bottle.

Ethan placed a small pancake on a plate and used the fork on the side to cut it. He blew on it gently, bringing your attention to his full, pale pink lips. He walked over to you and held out the fork.

“Tell me what you think, new recipe.” He asked, cupping the fork as he brought it to you.

You removed the bottle from your mouth and opened your mouth to receive the pancake. Ethan’s hand rested on your chin and you blushed. You chewed slowly and put a thumbs up of approval. You covered your mouth before saying,

“It’s really good. Like you don’t need syrup or anything.” You reviewed.

Ethan’s eyes lit up and for a second, you saw the YouTuber you witnessed on the internet. He didn’t seem like the monster you had been arguing with the last few days.

“I”m glad you like it.” Ethan grinned. “You inspired me to try new things with your unique recipes.”

“Uh thanks...” You said, the right side of your body leaning on the counter.

You watched him cook in silence, before realizing you could help by doing the dishes in sink. The sounds of pancakes cooking and the water hitting the dishes was the only thing that filled the room before Ethan broke the silence.

“Pancakes are done. Let’s eat ‘em while they’re hot.” Ethan suggested.

You turned off the water and dried your hands as Ethan put the plates on the table. You sat across from each other and began to eat. You usually didn’t eat together, as you were both usually working while eating. You noticed Ethan wincing without touching his food and you looked up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You chew really loudly.” Ethan said, annoyed. “I hate the sound of chewing.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You asked. “How am I supposed to eat without chewing?”

“You could chew less obnoxiously.” Ethan suggested.

“Or maybe you can stop being a little bitch and stop whining about stupid stuff.” You stabbed a piece of pancake and chewed it loudly.

“Real mature.” Ethan said, covering his ears backing away from the table.

You didn’t care. You followed him, chewing as loudly as you could, even into the living room. When you didn’t have any more left to chew, you continued to smack your lips.

“God, you’re so f*cking annoying.” Ethan yelled.

“I’m annoying?!” You repeated. “HA! You, Ethan Dolan, the most spoiled, self-righteous, arrogant person I have ever met. You are the absolute worst.”

You slammed your finger into his chest as you spoke. Ethan seized your hand quickly and your eyes widened.

“Why don’t you call me Mr. Dolan?” Ethan asked, a darkness in his voice.

“Because you don’t deserve my respect.” You said, you eyes wide with indignation.

Ethan chuckled. “Do you have a complex about me or something?” His grasp on your hand slipped to your wrist. “Cause it seems like you just want to f*ck me sometimes.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoffed, pulling your hand from him.

“Oh? Let’s find out.” Ethan said, cockily. Ethan leaned in, caressing your cheek gently making you freeze. You could feel your heart racing as your mind went back to how soft his lips looked. Your eyes danced upward to look at the ceiling. Your body seemed to move on it’s own toward him and you realized, you kinda did want to kiss him and punch him in the face at the same time. You resigned to the former and your eyes fluttered close. You waited, and nothing happened. You opened your eyes to see Ethan staring at you with a smug smirk.

“Hm, told ya.” Ethan said, backing up.

Tears stung your eyes with humiliation, and you bit down on your lower lip. “You’re such a f*cking asshole. I’ll say it again, you are the worst person on this whole planet. I can’t stand you.”

You turned to run back to your room. You were going to leave this place even if you had to live a tent for the next nine days.

Ethan lurched forward and grabbed you. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your face and kiss you deeply. You gripped his shoulders as his tongue slid expertly into your mouth and began to play with yours. As much as you wanted to resist, it felt really good. It was like something inside of you was put to rest and another part of you was coming alive. When your hands dropped from his shoulders, Ethan’s own hands went down to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss, letting your tongue explore his mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, but for once you didn’t care who won. Ethan’s hands gripped your backside and you let out a soft moan. You felt Ethan’s body tense and he suddenly scooped you up.

“Jump,” He commanded, breaking the kiss to do so.

You were still in a daze, as you stood on your tiptoes and your pelvis pressed into his.

Ethan lifted his hand to give your butt a smack. “Jump.”

You did and he carried you to the couch. He tossed you on top of it, admiring you from above. His hand reached out to grab one of your breasts, confirming his suspicion that you were not wearing a bra. You arched your back toward and he smirked at you.

“Does this mean you want me?” He asked, grinding his hips into yours.

“I can tell how much you want me.” You smirked back at him as his ever growing bulge pressed into your hips.

“I’m going to make you say my name...scream my name.” Ethan warned, slipping his hands under shirt to cup your breasts. “Just tell me you want it.”

“I’m not going to beg for it.” You arched you back as his thumbs circles your nipples, hardening them with ease.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck, still teasing your nipples and grinding into your hips. “God, I just need you to say it. I need you to say, you want me to f*ck you.”

There was something arousing about hearing him sound so needy yet so dominant in your ear that you succumbed.

“Please f*ck me, Mr. Ethan Dolan.” You practically moaned.

Ethan gave your neck a sloppy kiss, followed by a light suck earning a free sighs of pleasure from you. You tugged on his tank top and he leaned back to pull it off. He also took the liberty of raising your shirt to reveal the breasts he had slowly been making the acquaintance.

“God, these are beautiful.” He remarked making your blush. “Shame they belong to such a troublesome woman.”

“Hey--” You started to protest, but soon one of your nipples was between his lips and getting kitten licks from his tongue. You let out a loud moan as put your hand on the back of his head to hold him down. One of his hands was holding your back up while the other slipped past the crotch of your pants to tease your slit through your underwear.

You gasped and Ethan took the opportunity to kiss you again. This kiss was even hungrier than the first, his tongue desperate to taste every bit of you. Meanwhile, his middle finger was doing a great job of adding the right amount of friction to arouse you. Ethan smiled softly as he felt the dampness on his finger, taking it as an invitation to rub your folds without a a barrier.

“Ah, Ethan...” You moaned, as he slipped his middle finger inside of you while letting his thumb play with clit.

His mouth went to your other breast to give it the same attention as the previous one. His other hand tweaking the already hardened nipple to keep it aroused. Ethan relished your pleasure as you squirmed under him, moaning his name like it was the only word you could remember. He rewarded you by inserting his ring finger inside you as well. Your hips bucked and he chuckled at the sudden reaction.

Ethan let go released your nipple from his lips with a pop before commenting. “Someone is eager.”

“Let’s hope your dick doesn’t disappoint.” You said at him, with half open eyes.

“God, it’s like you like riling me up.” Ethan growled. “I can’t stand you.”

He pulled his hand out from inside of you and you couldn’t stop the whimper from leaving your lips. Either Ethan didn’t notice or he didn’t bother teasing you about it, because he didn’t make a remark. He pulled down your shorts and underwear in one motion. He admired your clit for a moment and you spread your legs teasingly.

“Wanna eat it?” You asked, biting down on your lower lip.

“You don’t deserve it.” He teased. “But, I’ll grace you with the pounding of a lifetime.”

Ethan pulled down his pants to his knees and did the same with his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock: large, hard and proud, an audible gasp leaving your lips.

“I’m guessing it doesn’t disappoint.” Ethan smirked up at you.

“Just because you got the equipment, doesn’t mean you know how to use it.” You retorted.

Ethan leaned forward to hover directly over you. His eyes were controlled and filled with lust when he said, “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t think of a response and even Ethan was surprised he stunned you. He decided to take the opportunity to get you in the right position.

“Get on all fours.” He commanded, and he was shocked again to see you follow him so readily.

There was something alluring about seeing you with cartoon printed night shorts pooled at your knees and your shirt raised up your back to reveal your moist slit and perky butt eagerly waiting for him. He would never be able to look at that outfit the same.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rimming you to get his tip wet.

“Should have put that loud mouth of yours to use and get me all wet.”

“You don’t deserve it.” You retorted.

Ethan smirked, but his smirk turned to a loud moan when you pushed back on to his dick letting him penetrate you. He had to grip on to you to not fall on top of you in pleasure. If he wasn’t already on his knees, he would have dropped to them. You felt heavenly to him, so wet and tight, like you were made for each other.

Ethan snapped out of it quickly. He had to show you how good he was and not that he was only someone blessed with the right equipment. He pulled his hips back before slamming them roughly into you. You moaned out, but it wasn’t the kind of moan he was looking for. So, he did it again from another angle. This moan was a little closer, but not quite. He did it a few more times until he found the spot. The spot that made you scream his name from the top of his lungs.

“E-Ethan, oh Ethan, right there.” You moaned. “Please, Ethan, again...”

He did it again, just to make sure and you gripped the couch arm for balance. He continued to ram into you with the speed and strength to hit the same spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you almost started drooling. You did your best to push back against him and he grunted each time you did in response.

“Ah, Ethan...I’m gonna...” You warned.

Ethan could feel you clenching around him. “Damn, already?” Ethan let out a chuckle. “It’s almost like I’m good at this or something.”

“Shut up, Dolan.” You growled.

“What was that?” He asked, slowing the rhythm of his hips.

“God, Mr. Dolan.” You relented pushing against him at the previous speed.

“Hmm” Ethan kept his dangerously slow pace. “I”ll give you what you want, only if you explain why you hate me so much.”

“What....” You whispered harshly.

Ethan’s hand slipped around you waist to massage your clit as he pumped into you even slower. Your head collided with the couch cushion as you groaned loudly.

“Why now?!” You yelled, mostly to yourself. Speaking was hard enough as he stimulated you, and it mostly came out in gasps. “I didn’t like the fact that you made my brother feel small, okay?”

You tried in vain to push back against him, but he was strong and controlled the pace. He did move a bit faster.

“I-I really didn’t mean to...” Ethan said, he also sounded out of breath. “...I guess I was kinda trying to impress you guys. But then you were being such a bitch.”

“Well, you had a shitty way of showing your interest.” You scoffed.

“And you have a bratty way of telling someone to be better.” Ethan retorted.

“Can you please just f*ck me now?” You begged. “Please, Ethan...I need it.”

“I thought you weren’t going to beg me...”

“ETHAN FOR GOD SAKE!” You yelled, making him laugh.

“Fine fine....” He said, as though he was doing a small favor and not plowing you on the couch in the living room.

He grabbed both your hips and slammed into you with an even faster speed. He pulled you down on to him, hitting you from a different angle while still managing to hit your spot each time. You leaned back, your back hitting chest and you bounced on top of him.

“Oh yeah....” Ethan groaned. “That’s it, baby...”

“Baby?” You asked.

Ethan pulled your head back to meet his eyes. “Look at those eyes, you’re mine now, baby girl. Don’t deny it...”

You couldn’t if you wanted to because he instantly bent down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. While the action slowed down your ability to bounce on him, Ethan was some how able to continue pushing up into you; driving you to your climax. You weren’t sure if you would say you were his, but you were pretty damn sure this was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had.

As your orgasm rolled over you in waves, you shuddered as you felt Ethan pull out of you. With all the strength you could muster, you turned around and grabbed his dick to hold it steady for your waiting, open mouth. The sight alone made Ethan release and he watched as his seed hit your tongue. He held your head, entangling his fingers in your hair to keep you steady as you took in all of his following spurts. You looked up at him to meet his eyes, and Ethan swore the last spurt of cum was because of that alone.

“That was so freaking hot...” Ethan commented.

“I guess you deserved that.” You grinned, after swallowing the last of his seed while licking the reminisce off your lips.

“Well, now you’ve spoiled your breakfast.” Ethan teased.

“Only fair you spoil yours too.” You teased back. You leaned back on the couch opening your legs making Ethan chuckle before he obliged.

After making you orgasm again, you and Ethan awkwardly laid on your sides as you stared at each other.

“So...” Ethan said, slowly.

“So...” You mimicked, before continuing. “I’ll go first.”

“No, I will...” Ethan argued.

“Can we not argue for once?” You groaned.

“Fine...” Ethan sighed.

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions about you and Grayson. To be honest, I think I wanted to hate you a bit.” You admitted. “I was jealous of what you had achieved, not on my behalf, but my brother’s. I didn’t want him to get discouraged or worse, look up to you guys and become douchebags...no offense.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Ethan groaned. He absentmindedly rubbed circles on your cheek with the back of his hand. “I guess, me being rude when you first walked in was just my toxic habit of not being able to stop working. It was something related to the company and I wanted to just get it done. I’m working on improving and focusing less on work. But, the bragging, I didn’t mean to do it. I just become a bit preach-y sometimes.”

“I get it.” You smiled. “To be honest, I was kind of nitpicking these past few days. I never thought I would admit it out loud, but I kind of like it here...with you.”

“Well, I do give killer head...” Ethan teased, making you laugh.

“God, don’t start.” You pushed him lightly.

Ethan leaned in and kissed you softly, no tongue, just enjoying your lips again his. You stayed like that for awhile, giving each other little kissed before slowly sitting up.

“We should get dressed before Grayson and my brother get back.” You said, putting your clothes back on. “I think this would scar him for life.”

Ethan laughed. “You’re right. We should change...”

By the time Grayson and your brother came back in, you thought you covered up everything you both did. You were both in your usual lounge wear and finally eating the breakfast Ethan prepared, though you did have to reheat it.

“How was the surf?” You asked your brother as he washed his hands at the sink behind you.

“Good.” He grinned. He pointed between you and Ethan sitting across from each other. “You two become friends or something? You’re not arguing.”

“Oh, uh...I guess you could say that.” You said, blushing.

Ethan smirked, thinking about the multiple times you begged him earlier not to make any comments about your interaction to your brother. You weren’t sure if you and Ethan were going to be more than friends just yet, and you didn’t want your brother to know you banged guys so readily.

“Judging by the size of the hickey on her neck, I’m guessing they are a little bit more than friends right now...” Grayson remarked, emerging from the right side of the kitchen.

Your eyes went big as you stammered a response. You watched as your brother’s smile from his laughter at Grayson’s “joke” faded into shock as he saw the bruise on your neck. Your hand shot up to cover it, not helping your case at all. You looked at Ethan for help, but he was red as a tomato. For someone who talked a lot of smack he was just as awkward about this as you were.

“Oh my god...Y/N...I can’t believe you slept with one of my idols.” Your brother groaned, covering his face. “You are the absolute worst!”

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Invisible Strings - John B Routledge

Request: Hi welcome back!!! I hope you are doing well ❤️ I am literally so obsessed with Folklore I would die for anything John B/Folklore. Maybe invisible string or peace?❤️

A/N: Okay so I had this finished and then re-wrote it this afternoon so hopefully it’s good...god I actually haven’t written Outer Banks in like a month.

The TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

✰...one single thread of gold tied me to you✰

_ . ◦ ⭐︎:*.☾.*:⭐︎◦∙._

“I always forget that this is still here.” You mused, running your fingers over the carved part of the baseboard.

John B looked over from the box he was packing, old dishware that had been given to his mom and dad when they were first married, stashed away in the house for a time that never came. It would go to the thrift shop tomorrow morning along with other, now useless items that littered the small house. On Monday you would call the realty office on the island and inquire about putting the place up for sale. John B had seen an apartment for rent, beach side, closer to Figure Eight, nicer than the Chateau and he’d suggested it as a starter apartment, something small that you both could afford.

“Where was it going to go?” He teased, walking over to you. He pressed his legs against your back and you leaned your head to look up at him.

“You could’ve painted over it.”

❖

The year that you turned ten your mom got re-married and your step-father decided to relocate the family to Tennessee where his new job would be. You cried for days over the prospect of leaving the Outer Banks but it wasn’t your decision, all you could do in the end was pack your belongings and move. In what little defiance you were awarded as a ten-year-old you climbed underneath the bed and carved your name into the baseboard. You thought about including some ominous request, perhaps a clumsily drawn ‘help me’ but decided against it at the last moment. Your mom was much more excited to be moving into what she claimed was a nice, big, house in Tennessee with your soon to be ‘new dad’. A step-up from the shoebox shack that you’d been getting by in. 

The house was sold almost immediately to a man and his young son, downsizing after his wife left them with next to nothing. Two bedrooms was all he needed and the view of the marsh was better than he expected to get in his financial state. His son was unbothered either way, sure they were moving but that only meant they were in a new house. He would still go to the same school and see the same people. Though he rode his bike passed his old house often that first year, wishing he could walk up the front steps and go through the door and everything would be the same.

The carving remained unseen until he was thirteen. His best friend JJ was trying to flip off the bed when he fell against it, pushing it away from the wall. His head landed next to the baseboard. While most kids might’ve cried from the possible concussion JJ just rolled onto his stomach to get a better look at the wall and the writing engraved in it.

“Look.” He reached up to smack John B’s arm and pointed at the name carved into the wood, “you got a ghost.”

“It’s not a ghost you moron,” John B laughed once he’d seen the carving for himself, “probably the girl who used to live here.” He’d lived with pink walls, stenciled with butterflies for a year and a half before Big John finally caved and spent some of his money on paint instead of alcohol.

After that John B found an odd sense of comfort in the carving. Sometimes he did his homework laying on the ground with your name staring back at him. A sort of imaginary friend he was too old to have. And when Big John disappeared at sea John B pulled the blankets off the bed and laid with his head at the baseboard, crying alone in his room while his uncle watched TV, oblivious to his nephew’s heartache.

That same year, while they were still combing the shoreline for any sign of Big John’s boat, you and your mom arrived back in North Carolina. You were 16 and she was heartbroken, disillusioned with love and taking every opportunity to caution you against it too. You ignored most of her bitterness, concerned only with the new house and the new life that you were expected to settle into. The cottage style home was so close to the Outer Banks that you could see the island in the distance on the other side of the bay. Your mom talked about fresh starts and got a job working for the Department of Child Services. 

It was the year you heard John B Routledge’s name for the first time. She’d come in from work every day that summer and curse about the delinquent teen. It was her greatest source of reassurance that you didn’t hang around wayward teenagers who, though still grieving the loss of their father, unsure of their place in the world now that they were alone, were expected to move on from that. 

“Placing him with a family is going to be hell. No one is going to want to put out the effort for two years...I’m sure he’ll skip town the second he turns 18.” She would bitch over a bottle of white wine. 

“He could stay here?” It was a pointless suggestion. Your mother would likely strangle him in his sleep if he lived with you. 

“Absolutely not! I’m not a charity.” She had taken up social work only so her psychology degree wouldn’t be wasted but you thought maybe some people did belong behind a desk, in a cubicle, somewhere. Certainly not caring for children.

Either way you weren’t too bothered to listen to those stories. You liked the thought of John B Routledge. He was like some character in a book, too good to be true. His story sounded sad but he didn’t. His life wasn’t a boring repetition of school and work and friends you didn’t particularly like. He was above all that. Like a Jesse Tuck, young forever, stuck on some magical island that you could see but never be a part of again.

After graduation that all changed, just as life was starting to change. You got a job working in a beach front surf shop on the island. It was your first big strike out into the unknown and your mom was less than thrilled that you would be living in the Outer Banks until college started in the fall. But you’d saved enough to rent space and someone had listed a room available online. The ad boasted lots of outdoor area and featured a picture of a hammock and a VW bus behind it.

“How do you know that it’s not some ploy to traffic young women and take them overseas or down to Mexico?” Your mom had pestered you as you dragged your suitcase out of the house to meet the Uber that would take you to the ferry. Away from boring hopefully. At least for a summer.

“I‘ll let you know if I end up overseas.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“You’re being ridiculous mom, I already texted with the kid who owns the house, he’s like my age.” You replied. Someone named John had texted you after you emailed about the room. He seemed nice, he was funny, no red flags had gone up in your mind. The name hadn’t even occurred to you. It’d been a few months since you’d heard any mention of your mother’s tormentor.

It was JJ’s idea to lease the room. The two needed extra money and working the docks or waiting tables or mowing lawns hadn’t cut it. JJ had two jobs to support his half of the rent and John B was working all kinds of hours when JJ suggested that they split it three ways.

“Get a renter in here, it’s perfect.”

“Yeah okay,” John B agreed because he wanted to keep his dad’s house and that seemed like the most logical way to go about it.

You weren’t what he was expecting when you arrived. Having never rented before he’d spent more time making sure you could afford payments than he had finding out any details about you at all. But you stepped out of the car regardless and the immediate sense of nostalgia hit you like a wave. You didn’t mention that you used to live here and John B was too focused on getting through the tour of the shack that he didn’t even register the name you gave him.

“This’ll be your room.”

And just like that you were in each other’s space. Like two timelines fusing together, one of you had swerved and tangled your lives into a mess of summer and shameless flirting and parties on the beach. You realized early on that this John was your infamous John B Routledge, teenage outlaw, sadder in real life than you ever gave him the range for. You liked talking to him late at night when JJ was already passed out or lingering close to him at parties. Everyone, his friends and your new, adopted friends, knew that there was something there but none of them realized how deep it ran. Even you didn’t.

It wasn’t until August of that summer, when John B was out and you were left in the Chateau by yourself, that you had wandered into his bedroom and pushed the bed away from the wall. There on the baseboard was the first of a million signs, the first place in your parallel timelines where your stories overlapped. The bed had knicked the wall enough times that the writing almost blended in with the other scratches but you could see your name clearly when you knelt down.

“What’re you doing in my room?” John B’s voice caught you by surprise and you turned too quickly, falling over, killing whatever tension might’ve arose from finding you supposedly snooping in his space. He cracked a smile and went to offer you a hand up.

“Sorry, I-” you let him pull you to your feet, his skin warm against yours, “I wanted to see if it was still here.”

“What?” He looked rightfully confused.

“I...carved that.”

“That was you?”

And somehow it was just a question of who had vandalized his bedroom but who had been there when he was fourteen and got so angry at his dad that he had slammed the door and jammed the lock. When he was sixteen, crying for days because his dad was missing and no one could tell him anything. When he was eighteen and all his friends were graduating from high school but he had failed out so terribly that his only options were repeat or get a GED. When you pulled up outside for the first time that summer and something in him just seemed to make sense, like all those loose puzzle pieces had figured out their pattern.

❖

“What’s the matter?” John B asked, fitting the last box of donations into the Twinkie. You had followed him outside but you were just standing on the steps, staring out toward the jetty.

It’d been four years of moving you in and out of dorm rooms, returning each time to this house. Four years of navigating dating when you already lived together, kicking JJ out when he interrupted nights you were supposed to have alone, avoiding every visit your mom ever made after she realized that the boy you were living with was the same one who’d caused her so much trouble years earlier. It was every argument, every holiday, every movie marathon, every stupid party, every lazy sunday...You’d spent ten years in that house without a friend in the world and John B had spent another eight trying to keep his head above water only to realize that what you had both needed all along was each other.

“Let’s not sell.”

“You wanna live here?” John B asked, sounding a little more surprised than he should’ve been. The apartment was everything he knew he was supposed to want but really he just wanted to stay in the Chateau with you.

“We already live here.”

“Yeah but...Heyward said there are a lot of repairs that need to be done. Electrical stuff, plumbing, new water heater, new windows, the floor needs to be-”

“John B.” You stopped him short, walking the rest of the way down the steps to meet him in the yard.

“What?”

“Live in our house with me? Forever?” You asked, watching the smile that blossomed at your words.

“Okay.”

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gaylotusthatexists · 4 years ago

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if you uh,,, wanted to do 1 for the soulmate starters, maybe intrulogical 👉👈 i love your writing

counting to zero

pairing: intrulogical

summary: Logan’s timer is about to reach zero. He is still in denial about the fact that he has a soulmate. But, upon meeting said soulmate, things change.

trigger warnings: symphathetic remus and janus, bug mention

word count: 1914

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! and for liking my writing, i’m 🥺🥺🥺. i hope you enjoy this~

ao3

The timer was almost at zero, and Logan was trying his best to remain calm.

He had never particularly liked the idea of soulmates, definitely didn't like the fact that he supposedly had one himself. For most of his life, Logan has rejected the idea of having a soulmate, pretended that he didn't have one, that he was one of the lucky ones with no timer. Well, what he considered to be lucky - the rest of society had begged to differ. Still, he had always wished that one day his timer would just go away, leave him alone, allow him to forge his own path. No compulsory partners, nobody bound to his soul for the rest of his life.

He had planned to spend the day at home, to attempt to avoid meeting anyone at all, but of course the universe worked in mystery ways, and it just so happened that he had been out of milk that morning. Which was fine, it didn't take much longer than twenty minutes to walk down to the store and back home, but the streets were busy, and traffic lights seemed to be taking considerably longer to change for him to cross the road. It seemed as though the universe was doing everything in its power to ensure that Logan stayed outside.

Logan was already having a bad day as it was. He's gotten out of bed late, hadn't given himself chance to get a shower or even freshen up that well, still hadn't had his morning tea due to a lack of milk. And on top of that he was supposed to be meeting his soulmate shortly. Three hundred seconds. Five minutes.

Part of him still hoped that the timer was lying. He didn't want to meet his soulmate. He was quite happy living on his own. Whatever the universe had in store for him, he didn't need.

Four minutes. He entered the shop, beginning to head straight towards the back for the milk but finding his journey to be slow with the crowded aisles.

He didn't even know what he wanted in a soulmate. He'd never been particularly interested in romance, couldn't even think of anyone he'd found attractive before. Well, he could think of what a conventionally attractive person would look like, perhaps that would be good enough. Still, he couldn't imagine himself with anyone else, couldn't imagine himself wanting to spend so much time with one person.

He supposed it was inevitable, though. It happened with everyone, right? Most people eventually settled down, wife and kids and house and all, just like his parents had always told him about, always wanted for him. Perhaps the one good thing about the soulmate system was that Logan didn't have to find that person himself, the universe did it for him.

Thirty seconds. He'd finally reached the milk aisle.

He wondered how he was going to meet his soulmate. This was a shop, not exactly a place for social interaction. What if he didn't even talk to his soulmate? She might just pass him in the aisle, not even realise, and never meet him again. If soulmates were supposed to be perfect for one another, then perhaps she had the same ideology that she didn't need a soulmate, and would therefore ignore him. That... wouldn't be particularly unwelcome, now that Logan thought about it.

Ten seconds. Logan grabbed a bottle of milk and turned around, taking in a deep breath and heading to the tills.

At that moment, a trolley crashed into the milk fridge, and a young man laid sprawled on the floor, giggling a little but quite obviously in pain. Alarmed, Logan dropped his milk, trying to ignore how the bottle exploded onto the ground thus causing milk to fill the aisle, then rushed over to the man, leaning down besides him.

"Are you alright?" Logan asked, checking him over. The man rubbed the back of his head with one hand, and pushed himself up off the ground with the other. He was still giggling, though shaking a little, and a bruise was quickly forming on his forehead. Other than that, though, he seemed to be okay, and looked...

Well, he actually didn't look half bad. The first thing that Logan noticed was his eyes - bright green, sparkling with crazed excitement, surrounding by smokey purple eyeshadow. His skin was pale and covered in freckles. The moustache on his upper lip curled at the ends, similar to the curly mop of dark brown hair on his head, safe for the one silver streak. Logan, however, didn't quite lose his breath until he noticed the stranger's timer over his head.

Zero. The timer had stopped at zero. And so had Logan's.

"I apologise for my friend," another man said, coming up behind them. "He's been... even more reckless than usual today, I didn't get chance to stop him."

"Jan!" Logan's... soulmate exclaimed, looking up at the other newcomer. "I told you something special would happen today?"

His friend frowned. "I'm sorry, what?"

"My soulmate!" The man grinned. "I think." His smile faded, just a little. "I hope."

'Jan' made a face of realisation, then nodded. "I'll leave you two to it, then. I apologise in advanced for Remus," he said to Logan, before departing from the store.

Logan stared at his soulmate (Remus?) for a second, trying to figure out that was going on. Was... this actually his soulmate? On all accounts, it didn't make sense. Why would the universe pair him up with this absolute mess of an individual? And...

And why was it that Logan wasn't angry? Why did Logan...

No, no. He'd told himself this over and over again, he didn't care what the universe had to say, he didn't need a soulmate. Especially not this Remus fellow.

That... didn't necessarily mean that he didn't want to get to know him more, though.

"We should get out of here," Remus eventually said, "before anyone notices the mess we've made."

Logan frowned, then opened his mouth to protest, but before he could do anything Remus had grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the store, around the corner where they sat down together on a bench.

"I'm Remus," his soulmate eventually introduced. "You are hot. Thank you."

Logan blinked. "Uh. You're... welcome?" He really wasn't sure how to respond to that. "I'm Logan. And, uh... I suppose you're fairly attractive yourself."

There was an awkward silence for a moment, in which Remus just stared at him, smiling. Usually, staring like that made Logan uncomfortable, but with Remus it was... nice? He certainly enjoyed staring into those eyes.

Logan cleared his throat. "So, uh, I guess you're my soulmate then. I wasn't expecting this, to be completely honest."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't expecting this how?"

"Well, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "A multitude of reasons, actually. Firstly, you're... well, I'm assuming you're a guy, but correct me if I'm wrong-"

"Oh, shit, is my soulmate a straight guy?" Remus muttered, possibly to himself but still loud enough for Logan to hear.

"I don't think so," Logan said. "I've never really... considered it before, but I suppose the idea of dating a guy isn't entirely unwelcome." Perhaps that explained the block in his mind when it came to romance - he'd never really wanted to get with a girl before, but then he'd never wanted to get with a guy either. Remus, however... hmm.

"Dating?" Remus repeated, sounding hopeful.

"Well, yes, of course," Logan said. "Is that... not how soulmates work?" He'd never heard of a pair of soulmates who didn't end up dating, and he'd always assumed that it started straight away. But then again, he never really talked to anyone with soulmates, what was he to know?

Remus just shrugged. "I would certainly like to go on a date with you, but it's fine if you don't want to. You are very pretty, though." He eyes drifted down. "And you have nice lips."

Logan really wasn't sure what to make of that, so he instead decided to change the conversation. "Another reason why I'm surprised," he continued, "is that, in all honesty, I... wasn't expecting to actually meet my soulmate."

Remus tilted his head. "Why not?"

"I don't know." He ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly self conscious of how messy and greasy it was. He'd never cared about that before, why now? "I'm not mad, though. You seem to be... interesting. I'm a little concerned at your way of life, usually I wouldn't be so fond at such reckless behaviour in a public place, but still I... would like to get to know you better. I think."

Remus just chuckled. "I wanted to make a good entrance. A strong first impression."

“Well,” Logan hummed, “you certainly made an impression.”

The two were silent for a moment, Remus shuffling a little closer to Logan. Surprisingly, Logan didn’t really mind.

“I’m sorry,” Logan eventually found himself saying. “I’m, uh, not exactly well practised in the ‘romance’ department-“

“It’s okay.” Remus grinned. “I... like you, anyway.”

A small smile grew across Logan’s face. “I... think that I like you too.”

Remus looked at him for a moment, still smiling, before cautiously asking, “Am I allowed to kiss you? Or is it too soon for that-“

“I don’t see why not,” Logan said, without thinking. He’d never kissed anyone before, or even really wanted to kiss anyone, but the universe thought that Remus was a good match for him, so surely...

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Remus promised.

Logan shook his head. “No, no, we should. I want to.”

He allowed Remus to kiss him, not entirely sure how this was supposed to work, and... it wasn’t terrible. It was quite nice, actually. He could feel Remus’ heartbeat, and enjoyed the way that Remus ran his fingers through the back of Logan’s hair. Logan found himself leaning into it, and, after a while, wondered why the hell he had never done this before. And when he pulled away, he found that he was smiling, wide.

“Was that-“

“Yes.” Logan smiled. “Yes, I enjoyed that.”

Remus giggled. “You’re cute, you know.”

Logan blushed, just a little. “I am?”

“Yeah!”

He considered that for a moment. “Thank you, I think.”

“We should meet up another time,” Remus suggested. “I go into the woods sometimes to look for bugs, I was planning on heading out tomorrow if you-“

“Do you study them?” Logan wondered.

Remus nodded. “Well, mostly I just trap them and watch them wiggle around, but I am studying entomology at the university-“

So he was into science. That was almost comforting to Logan. “I’d be happy to come along,” he said. “Wildlife is fascinating. I’m actually studying chemistry at the university, although... any area of science is interesting to me.”

Remus was practically vibrating in his seat at this point. “Awesome! So, are you alright meeting tomorrow?”

Logan nodded. “Yes, I should be free all day. Just let me know when.”

The two exchanged phone numbers, and then parted ways, and Logan felt a wave of... something rush over him, some unexplained feeling. He didn’t quite know what he had gotten himself into, but perhaps... having a soulmate wouldn’t be too bad. At the very least, it seemed as though he could make a friend.

And Remus was interesting. He definitely wanted to get to know him more.

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artistic-mathematics · 4 years ago

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Daphne/Velma one-shot. Prompt from... myself, because I literally can’t with myself. Rated G. (Short summary: Velma tries to come to terms with her emotions at two in the morning.) AO3! if you prefer reading it there, of course. Thank you, again, to @apapercheesecake for being my proofreader and emotional support. <3 If anyone else wants to send me prompts, PLEASE hmu. Help me revive this fandom, lmao.

Do you ever look up at the stars and wonder if I’m looking at them as well?

She’s aware that it’s well past midnight, but she doesn’t care. Velma sits at her desk, as she’s done for hours beforehand, staring out of the window right above it. The Milky Way is beautiful. Mysterious. Sometimes, she can barely believe that the Earth is a part of this sea of light and wonder.

Tonight, though, a sadness hangs in the sky. There’s a certain… something. The usual spark is gone, replaced with a feeling of… gloominess.

Maybe quarantine has finally gotten to her, surrounding her like a bad omen.

Or maybe it’s her own melancholy dragging her down.

I am not upset, she accuses herself, but even as she does so, she subconsciously wipes a tear away, feels the path of tears that had dried long ago on her face. I’m not! she tries again, to no avail.

New tears begin falling down her face.

So much for being not upset.

“Shut up,” she says out loud.

There’s no one else around. It’s two in the morning. In the back of her mind, she knows she should sleep. Sleep her anxiety away. Sleep all of her worries away.

Even nowadays, however, sleeping seems like a trap, one concocted by Fred in terms of how well it works. Whenever she tries to rest, she’s thrown into a terrible world—one where she stands, frozen, as her friends collapse around her. Where she sees a flash of bright ginger hair fall with them, and she realizes the sun would never rise again—

She shakes her head, and glances back up at the infinite universe beyond her reach. I wonder if she still cares?

She. Daphne. Just her name makes Velma feel a little nervous. Jittery. She feels her chest ache with longing.

She can’t remember the last time anyone made her feel like that, because there wasn’t anyone.

Daphne always made her feel loved. Beautiful, even, when Daphne was the pretty one—so why is it that the other girl is suddenly ignoring her?

She’s not.

Deep down, she knows Daphne isn’t that kind of person—but it’s been almost three months since receiving her last text message. She’s aware that Daphne is terrible at responding to text messages, especially since the other girl is actually popular. She’s seen the absolutely ridiculous amounts of notifications Daphne receives every day, from trashy girls who just want a status boost in the community to pushy jocks who are only after her money… and her body. She’s probably getting way more messages than usual, she reasons, now that no one has anything better to do.

She doesn’t understand how Daphne deals with it, considering that Velma wants to chuck her set of encyclopedias at every single one of those fake, spoiled brats.

(They don’t even deserve to have encyclopedias thrown at them. Those idiots are worth as much as the Twilight series. They do have one thing in common, though; they should all burn in a fire.)

With all that in mind, there’s no possible way Daphne could be ignoring her, so why is Velma so scared?—and why is it that she can’t convince herself otherwise?

She grits her teeth, tries to will the negativity to just leave her alone. She wants to feel good about herself, feel good about her relationship with Daphne.

But I can’t.

Daphne is the sun and Velma… well, if we’re going with this analogy, I’m basically Pluto. Small, insignificant, distant. Demoted and degraded because people saw who I really was.

If Daphne is the sun, then maybe she’s distancing herself for a reason. If drawn too close, a tiny dwarf planet like Pluto would burn up.

Burn up or not, I’d try to get closer anyway. I’m… I think I’m addicted.

She reminds herself of the last time she felt this way, the last time she depended on someone like this. How she spent so much time with them, just studying and understanding and giving, only to find out that she had been associating herself with someone so ridiculously fake.

Like a fake planet—wait, am I that fake too?

Her thoughts come to a full stop as she tries to process the idea—what if she, too, is just as fake as Daphne’s so-called “fans”? There is plenty that Velma has concealed within the deepest recesses of her heart. She’s passionate about anything related to logic or pure fact—that’s what she’s known for, after all.

Her actual feelings, however, she keeps hidden. She refuses to talk to anyone about her raw emotions, except the obvious exception. Even then, the other girl has to catch her in a particular vulnerable state of mind. She wonders if hiding her feelings makes her a terrible person. Daphne has always been open to her, but it’s never been the other way around. It makes her feel vulnerable. She detests the idea that it could happen again. That someone might take advantage of her if she opens herself up.

That, she realizes. That’s why I’m so afraid. She’s terrified that people will keep coming and leaving, taking pieces of her as they go. Hundreds and thousands of people, ripping her into shreds and snatching what they can, before eventually they no longer need her and there’s nothing left of her.

Being with Daphne makes all of those unpleasant thoughts go away. Velma feels so hopeless alone, like she’s lost in the middle of space, so she clings onto Daphne like a rope thrown to guide her back to the spacecraft. Without Daphne, she drifts further into the unknown, into the darkness, into the black hole that is her own mind, plaguing herself with the doubts of years long past.

She shakes her head to clear her mind, before suddenly jolting. In her stupor, she hadn’t noticed her phone ringing. She glances down to see Daphne’s name lit up on the screen.

Oh!

The girl immediately swipes to answer the call. As soon as the screen changes, she turns speaker mode on.

“Hi Daph,” she says. She immediately curses herself for how wobbly her voice sounds.

There is a slight pause on the other end of the phone, before Daphne’s voice fills her ears.

“Oh! Hey Velm! I knew you weren’t asleep, because you never sleep at this time, but you didn’t respond to my other eight phone calls—”

“Wait, what?” She frantically checks her phone notifications to see that she indeed has eight missed calls. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I was… I spaced out.”

Another pause. “You never space out.” The tone is accusing, but the volume is gentle. Quiet. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“N-no.” She hears Daphne sigh. “Okay, fine, yes. I just… I miss you. It feels lonely here. For once, books can’t solve my problems.”

She’s almost impressed by how smoothly the words leave her mouth. On any other given day, she wouldn’t have relented so quickly, even to the other girl.

I must be really out of it.

“It’s fine, really,” she adds, in hopes of reassuring Daphne. “How are you doing?”

There’s some rustling before Daphne speaks again. “I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Get wh—Daph, no, we’re in the middle of a pandemic!”

“Open your back window for me!”

“Daphne Blake—”

The phone beeps and Velma heaves a sigh. Having Daph over would be nice, she tells herself, just as the knocking begins. She looks over to see Daphne grinning through the glass.

After Velma’s pulled Daphne through the window and knocked both of them onto the floor in the process, she begins her interrogation. “Okay, explain,” she hisses, standing up.

“Explain what?” Daphne says innocently.

“Why are you here?”

The taller girl stands up as well. “Well, for starters, I haven’t responded to your texts in three months, and I feel like giving you a phone call and apologizing wasn’t going to cut it.” Okay, fair. “Also, you always respond to your calls within three rings, no matter what time it is. I figured something was wrong. Then you told me, surprisingly, told me about how you were lonely and said books weren’t helping without me needing to pry, so I knew something was definitely up.”

Velma stares at her and Daphne shrugs.

“And judging by your face, you’ve been crying as well.”

“As if you needed to add that after perfectly analyzing my entire afternoon and evening,” Velma says, crossing her arms. She hates how Daphne read her like a book.

“Well, I’m a mystery solver too.”

“A damn good one.”

Daphne smiles. “I learned from the best.”

“You flatter me,” she responds, trying to scowl at Daphne for her ridiculousness. Daphne has always been a master mystery solver—it was just a fact.

Despite it all, Velma finds herself smiling back. Daphne’s smile has always been bright. Contagious. Pretty.

At least one thing hasn’t changed.

“You missed me.”

She raises an eyebrow. “It’s not hard to guess that, considering I told you that.”

The smile twists into a smirk. Normally, on any other day, she would be flustered, even a little annoyed. Instead, Velma’s reminded of just how lucky she is. She gets to see all of Daphne, not just the bits and pieces she chooses to show to the public eye.

“So you admit it,” is all Daphne says.

“I don’t know what your point is, but don’t get used to it,” Velma responds flatly. She’s still grinning, though, because she can’t help it. It’s been too long since she’s last seen Daphne and she’s excited.

So excited, in fact, that she’s barely able to restrain herself when Daphne raises her arms to offer her a hug.

“Daph, social distancing.”

“You literally opened the window and pulled me inside your room and you’re only now worrying about social distancing?”

She feels her face heat up. “I couldn’t just leave you outside!”

“And I couldn’t just leave you here while you were all mopey and sad!”

“I am not mopey—”

“Velm, I love you, but please before my arms fall off—”

Her heart begins racing and the tears begin falling. Fast. She loves me, she repeats to herself. She loves me.

“Wait, no, Velm, please don’t cry!” she hears Daphne cry in desperation. She tries opening her mouth, tries pouring her heart back out to Daphne, but she’s sobbing loudly to respond. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

She feels herself panic enough to choke out “it’s not that, Daph.” Thankfully, it’s enough. The taller girl gently guides Velma to her bed, coaxes Velma to lean on her. Daphne slips a hand around her waist and kisses her head. Murmurs galaxies upon galaxies of tender, reassuring words. Subconsciously, she returns the hug and she holds on tight, holds onto that life-saving rope.

It’s warm. Safe.

She leans into Daphne’s touch, takes a few deep breaths. She inhales, catches a whiff of Daphne’s signature perfume, and nearly bursts into tears again.

“I’ve got you,” Daphne whispers. “Take as much time as you need. I’m here, I promise.”

Velma nods into Daphne’s shoulder.

“But afterwards, I owe you another thousand apologies and a well-worded explanation.”

She chuckles at this. “That seems fair.”

When even her hiccups are gone, she speaks again.

“I’m ready,” she tells Daphne. “Thank you.”

She feels Daphne smile against her hair before launching into a lengthy explanation. Velma is barely paying attention, however. She doesn’t care about what happened. She’s just glad that Daphne is back.

It may be far away and insignificant, but even Pluto has seasons. And winter is finally over, she thinks.

“I’m sorry,” Daphne repeats again, snapping Velma out of her trance.

“Do me a favor and stop apologizing,” she says, pulling away to glare at Daphne. As the other girl opens her mouth, presumably to apologize for apologizing, Velma pulls her into a kiss.

Daphne raises an eyebrow when they part. “I thought you were worried about social distancing.”

“I was being stupid,” Velma admits. “Even the size of the universe is trivial compared to my love for you.”

Of course I think about you when I look at the stars. You are all I think about when I look at them.

#velma x daphne #velma dinkley #daphne blake #scooby doo #my fanfiction

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multiparadise · 5 years ago

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not worth it anymore ✦ g. dolan

summary: being asked to be grayson dolan’s girlfriend wasn’t the easiest because for starters it was going to be a relationship for the camera’s, just a show for the fan’s. and secondly, it already sucked that the guy who made your heart beat like crazy had a hatred towards you and can barely stand being in the same room as you and sometimes the pain is not worth it anymore.

warnings: lots of angst, grayson being a really mean person, and lots of heart break.

cue the hand signal from ethan. the lights were bright, slightly blinding your vision as you intertwined your fingers with the man next to you. a big smile on your face. you looked happy. you knew you did. you knew this would trick whoever was behind the screen watching this video. the man, grayson, smiled down at you and for a second you thought it was real too. just a happy couple.

“well guys, should i confess the obvious now?” grayson said to the fans while looking in the camera. “you guys were absolutely correct, (your ship name) is real. and i’m sorry we kept it from you, but i hope you guys can see how in love i am with her. and maybe you’ll learn to love her just as much as me.”

another cue, he pressed his lips to your cheek. you blushed. cleared your throat and spoke the first time during the duration of this video. “i love him so much, grayson dolan you are my everything and i am so thankful for these past 7 months. thank you for making me happy.”

signal the last cue. the two of you shared a kiss, it was quick but it was enough. it was enough to convince them, but it was enough for you to remember the way they felt.

then the recording stopped after the outro. ethan told you two that you did great and the chemistry even looked real to him. this caused your heart to flutter as you felt the chemistry was real too. how can someone even deny it? there has to be something there. but you were wrong again. you watched as grayson rolled his eyes, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. a disgusted, disturbed look etched on his face. he let out a harsh laugh before getting out “i swear to god if we have to kiss one more time i’m gonna punch the wall.”

you didn’t need a cue for this, this was real. a heartbreak in the moment was real. you didn’t need someone to tell you how to act or how to feel because this was reality, this was real. the man you’ve given all your heart to had no clue he owned it and didn’t care about the power he had over it either.

the three of you went your separate ways after that comment from grayson. you sighed, dragging yourself to the front door leaving their home knowing you’d have to come back in a few days to record another video updating the fans about your wonderful, perfect relationship.

once you got home you received a text message from ethan apologizing for grayson’s words because to him it wasn’t a secret that you loved grayson. and at times it was a blessing and a curse that he knew. you messaged him back stating that it was okay, it’s always okay (when it’s not) and that he should’t be apologizing but you still appreciated it anyways.

three days pass by and your social media has been blowing up none stop with comments and edits of you and your ‘boyfriend’ grayson. and due to discussions ahead of times the two of you would repost things from fans, comment hearts, stupid shit like “i love him so much” and “she’s my everything” and even talking about each other in a lovey dovey way on snapchat to make them thing that the distance between you two is so fucking painful.

it was, at least for you.

you find yourself at their house later that day, ethan recording a live video. cue this, cue that. you became used to it. the acting was natural for you. and you had to admit that grayson was a damn good actor, or maybe he did have feelings for you. and you were a fool that kept telling yourself that.

during this live Q&A a fan had asked what was your favorite thing about each other. you smiled, feeling your heart flutter. “my favorite thing about grayson is everything. he’s phenomenal at everything he does. and also i have no complaints that he cooks for me and he builds things for us all the time! maybe he’ll build our future house with a great view we can look over to as we wake up and cuddle in the morning.” grayson smiled too and that was enough to send your heart to beat like crazy. “that sounds fucking awesome, i would love that. and i would even build a crib for a nursery because of course we’re going to have mini us running around.”

cue the butterflies, cue the genuine smile, and cue the love you have for him.

the video was coming to an end as you both said goodbye, holding hands glancing over at ethan as he had a big smile on his face thinking that maybe grayson did have feelings for you his (ethan’s) best friend but he was too stubborn and hurt from past shit to admit it.

the lights die down, the moon was shining in the night sky, a blush etched unto your cheeks grayson rips his hand away. turning to you, “and don’t think we’d ever hook up. got it?” and the venom dripping in his voice was enough to set you straight.

there was no way he loved you.

for some reason you stuck around, but it wasn’t for long. it was about a month after the first video announcing your ‘relationship’ when grayson found you sitting on the guest bedroom’s bed with tears streaming down your cheeks painful sobs crawling it’s way out. he hesitated, “are you okay?” and that ticked you off. you stood up, pain in your eyes and grayson could see it. he could see the raw emotion you held and realized this was the first time he actually looked into your (eye color) eyes. they were mesmerizing.

“shut up!” you yelled at him catching him off guard. “just stop, please i am begging you. stop. don’t act like you care, because you don’t. you know you don’t! so why fucking bother?!”

“i-” he started but couldn’t get much out as you sobbed once again. “no, grayson. don’t. just fucking don’t. whatever you have to say i don’t care. tell me how terrible it is, how terrible it would be to date me. but guess what grayson we’re not actually together! i don’t see why after every single video you have to remind me of that. to tell me how horrible it is for you to act like your with me, to tell me how bad it would be for anybody. do you know how much that hurts?”

no he didn’t know.

he didn’t know how much it hurt.

and he stayed silent as you poured out all your feelings, all your sadness on him.

“i can’t-” you choked out, “i can’t do this anymore. this pain is not worth it anymore your hatred for me is too much. if you hate me so much then why even fake a relationship with me? is it because you know you’d never fall for me? because if so, congratulations, congratulations to the fact that i’m so horrible. right grayson? wasn’t that what you said after last nights video?”

he was still silent, but tears welled up in his eyes feeling mad with himself to become such a jerk to someone who was never a jerk to him before. he watches you tug on a suitcase he didn’t notice until know. he felt his heart being tugged, urgently looking around for ethan to give him his lines, a cue, something but ethan wasn’t there because this was reality.

it wasn’t until you turned around at the front door staring deep into his eyes did he realize how horrible he was and how much he loved you but it was too late as you whispered, throat sore from the screaming, too tired to even show anger with him. just hurt. “you’re the most selfish man i have ever met grayson bailey dolan but i guess i’m the biggest fool i’ve ever met because through all the pain, i loved you. but not anymore.”

and then, you left.

author’s note: hello, thank you for reading this. this is my first imagine here on this account. feedback would be appreciated, both negative and positive. i am here to improve with my writing. i write about the dolan twins and possibly more to come.

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notbecauseofvictories · 5 years ago

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Can I ask what field your new job is in? I know you wanted to move away from law; I want to move away from the career path I've spent all the years since graduating university bolting myself to, and I just wondered how you did it/ if you did it, and what kind of sideways movements made sense for you?

For privacy reasons, I won’t talk explicitly about my new job, though you’re correct it’s not an attorney position. (I still love law but I’m not barred in Illinois and I haven’t been practicing long enough to waive in, which makes finding attorney jobs very difficult until I can retake the bar.)

I will say that if you want to move away from a particular career path, there are a couple questions I’ve found helpful to ask myself:

1.) What do I want to do when I grow up?

I am a big proponent of the game plan.

You can, of course, jump off a cliff with no parachute or idea of what waits for you at the bottom. That is a certain kind of game plan! And some people pull it off with great aplomb, I’m not knocking it. However, I am a risk-adverse, pragmatic scaredy cat, and I absolutely never start something unless I have at least a vague idea of the best- and worst-case results. So when I’m about to make a life change like “get out of terrible job, move back to Chicago” I start by figuring out—well, what the hell does that actually look like?

But before I think about what that looks like, I take a step back and ask myself a whole battery of questions:

What is my ideal, perfect-world job? What’s my title? What are the hours I work? Do I travel often, not at all, somewhere in between?

What do my dream responsibilities consist of?

How much interaction am I comfortable with—would I be happy sitting behind a desk all day, or do I want to be out among the people?

How much authority would be happy with? Do I want to be in charge, or is following orders where I’m most comfortable?

What else do I want in my life, such that I’m willing to make career tradeoffs? (e.g., do I want a family I spend lots of time with, a hobby I can devote myself to outside of the 9-to-5, a charity or start-up that I see as my real passion?)

Where do I want that perfect-world job to be? Am I happy changing cities, moving frequently, to pursue the work I want to do, or does location come first and drive what jobs I’m willing to take?

[An additional question you encounter a lot as a lawyer is: “are you okay not necessarily believing in the organization you serve? do you care whether you serve a particular mission, or are you really just here to draw a paycheck and not break laws?” but I recognize that’s a conundrum probably….unique to lawyers.]

After answering the questions above, you might realize that your exact, ideal dream job doesn’t exist—that’s fine! but a valuable first step is understanding what your priorities are, where you see yourself being happy, and what you think is important in your professional life.

2.) What steps would I very likely need to take to get there?

Even if it does exist, chances are you won’t be able to leapfrog from your current position to your exact, ideal dream job. (FYI, my current position is not my dream job or even really a stepping stone to the dream job; I made compromises based on other criteria.) So the next step is the inevitable plunge back into reality—namely, okay, so how the hell do I get to where I’m going???

If you don’t already know (which is likely, given that this isn’t your field) then this step is a knowledge-gathering endeavor. You’re trying to figure out what the path looks like, so naturally, consult other people on the path you’re interested in.

Personally, I highly encourage you utilize the absolute crap out of your network.

By which I mean: stalk facebook, LinkedIn, your school’(s) alumni pages, your parent’(s) friends, your friends’ friends, the people who work at the same place you do (even if you’ve never met them), everyone you have a mutual connection with via social media, individuals who belong to a professional association you hope to join, academics/journalists/lawyers/etc. with non-private twitters who you’ve looked up to for a long time and whose career you want to emulate, etc. If they’re nearby, invite them to a 15-20 minute coffee break. If they’re interested in mentoring, do lunch, dinner. Follow up with the professors who inspired you and email people who make news about stuff you want to work on. If you’re interested in going back to school for a degree (the clearest way to communicate a professional shift, fyi) then email the school you’re interested in and let them fete you. You’re going to be so obnoxious!!!*

* Do not be obnoxious. If you’re looking for a polite way to introduce yourself to someone you don’t know personally but hope to make a professional connection with, see me after class.

And honestly, sometimes the answer is a degree, a certification, a particular internship or a personal connection. Sometimes the answer is redrafting your resume. Sometimes the answer is “well, you’d really want to work as X or Y before I consider you for Z.” Sometimes the advice is, “sorry, we only consider graduates from this school/that internship/etc. and you aren’t so.”

You end up having to keep looking, and looking and looking. There are a lot of ways to get rejected from a job these days. There are similarly a lot of ways to get where you’re going, whether you know about them or not.

………I’d also urge you to keep in mind that all advice (all of it, even mine!) is personal. When people talk about their careers, career paths, and their strategies for attaining both, they are speaking from a deeply private place—as much as “how to know your romantic partner is The One.” It’s just a bit more prosaic in its outlook.

3.)What skills do I currently have, or can reasonable acquire in my current role, that will take me from A to X/Y/Z/or ultimately B?

Even if you could snap your fingers and go from point A (where you are) to point B (where you ideally, perfectly, want to be) chances are the you that currently, professionally exists wouldn’t be prepared for it. So as you think about transition to a stepping-stone job, or a new field, think seriously about what the hell you bring to the table and how you’ll convince that interviewer that actually, you’re perfect for the job.

It does take some creative thinking and a little bit of conniving corporate wordplay (which is fair game, as the corporations invented it first.) For example:

Have you worked as a McDonalds’ drive-thru window representative and shift manager for the past 5 years? well, congratulations, you are, right now, an expert in customer service and human capital resource management.

Are you currently a lowly typist-slash-clerk? well, mazel, because actually your specialty is in database management and particularly data cleansing, you could probably pass yourself off as an analyst if you knew a little R, python, or other programming languages.

Do you deal with disgruntled customers all day? Well done, because literally every industry will hire you, they all have angry people who call the hotline/helpline/tipline/etc. and are constantly on the lookout for humans who will not shout YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE back at said disgruntled customers.

Have you been in a different industry, but are looking to transition to a similar role in a new industry? Well done, you, talk about your leadership, curiosity, and self-starter attitude. Managers love a self-starter, probably because they like to entertain visions of not having to do work.

If you feel you could attain the necessary skills in your current role, sometimes it’s just matter of talking to your current boss (depending on the boss!) Saying, “hey, I’m really interested in Z, could you put me on Z? is there any Z to be had?” is a good first step. Even just to tell the interviewer for a position with a lot of Z duties that you went to your boss saying “I want to do Z, Z is def a priority for me.”

4(ish): Keep reevaluating, based on the new information you acquire.

Going through Step #1 now, answering those questions about myself and my ideal work/workplace/job, is a completely different experience than it was in early 2018. As a recent law school graduate, all I thought about was finding the best learning experience—a year and 6 months later, having been run through the wringer of one helluva a learning experience, I can tell you that there is other stuff to think about. It’s not that my answers have changed, I would still be happy traveling, working long hours, with diverse clients. But there’s other stuff I couldn’t even conceive of then, that I realized (the hard way) was very important to me.

So don’t be afraid to revisit your answers, to keep thinking, reevaluating, considering where you are and where you want to end up.

#Anonymous #sarah gives advice #long post for ts

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moistmailman · 5 years ago

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Writer Blake AU

Blake, sighing: Look Ozpin, I’m not asking for much.

Ozpin, drinking his coffee: I know you’re not, Ms. Belladonna, but I just can’t have you leeching onto one of my staff members for a week.

Blake, scoffing: I won’t be leeching! I will just be following them around everywhere they go all day long.

Ozpin, raising an eyebrow:........

Blake, sighing: Okay, I know how that sounds, but I really need this. I’m writing an detective drama book about hunters/huntresses and seeing how one acts will really help me make a better characterization for the main character. So you gotta help me.

Ozpin, sighing: Again, I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t. My staff already has a lot on their plates as it is, and I don’t want to stress them more with having someone watch them as they work. Why can’t you go to another academy for help?

Blake: Because Beacon is obviously the best academy in the world, with the best staff, and best headmaster most importantly. *bat eye lashes*

Ozpin:.....the other academies turned you down too, didn’t they?

Blake, sighing: Maybe.

Ozpin: Look, Ms. Belladonna, I wish I could help you, I truly do, but I just can’t have a civilian walking around my campus all day. I hope you understa—

Glynda, on the pager: Professor Ozpin, Ms. Nikos is on her way up.

Ozpin, smiling: Excellent, the girl’s is right on time too. If you will excuse me for one moment, Ms. Belladonna, I have some important matters to attend to.

Blake, sighing: Sure, go ahead.

*The elevator’s doors dings before opening, revealing a tall redheaded woman with vivid green eyes, and a warm and friendly aura surrounding her*

Blake, slightly blushing: O-oh my....

Ozpin, smiling politely: Ms. Nikos, it’s a pleasure to see you again.

Pyrrha, shaking Ozpin’s hand: Thank you, sir. It’s a pleasure also.

Ozpin: First things first is I’ll like to congratulate you on your graduation. I’m very proud of you.

Pyrrha: Thank you, Sir. It means a lot. Beacon was a very friendly school, and I’m very grateful that I decided to join.

Ozpin: That warms my heart to hear. So anywho, you’re hear for your first huntress mission, aren’t you?

Pyrrha, smiling: That’s why we’re having this meeting now, isn’t it.

Ozpin: Of course. *ahem* Okay, well your first mission is a long one, should take around a week to do, but it’s pretty straight forward, simple and pays well. It should be a great first starter mission for you.

Pyrrha, smiling: That sounds grand......o-oh, hello there, ma’am. I didn’t see you there.

Blake, slightly jolting: Huh? What? A-are you talking to me?

Pyrrha, smiling beautifully: Well of course I am. What’s your name?

Blake, blushing: O-oh, uhm, m-my name? It’s uhm....my name is Uh.....er.....m-my name is.....

Ozpin, to the rescue: This young lady is Blake Belladonna, an inspiring writer.

Pyrrha: Oh really?

Blake, grateful: Y-yeah, t-that’s m-my n-name. You’re a pleasure— I-I’m mean it’s a pleasure to meet you!

Ozpin: Blake here is writing a drama detective book about hunters/huntresses, and wanted to know if she could tag along with one of my staff members to learn about them.

Pyrrha: Oh, that sounds really interesting. I can tell you take passion with your work if you’re willing to actually study about hunters/huntresses to make your book better.

Blake, blushing and twiddling with her hair: T-thank you. T-that means a lot.

Ozpin: Unfortunately my staff is too busy with their work to help Ms. Belladonna.

Pyrrha: Oh, that’s unfortunate.

Ozpin: Yeah, it is......*light bulb* Oh wait. I have an idea. How about she tag along with you?

Pyrrha: Hmm?

Blake, blushing madly: Wait what?

Ozpin, smiling: That sounds like a fantastic idea actually. As I said, your first mission is easy, but long, being perfect for Ms. Belladonna to get the research she needs for her story. What do you say?

Pyrrha: Uhm...sure, I don’t mind. I mean, as long as Blake is alright with it of course. Is that alright with you?

Blake: W-wait, s-so I’m going to tagging along with her for an entire week....a-alone?

Ozpin: For the most part, yes.

Blake: *Gay hyperventilating*

Pyrrha: Will that be alright with you though?

Blake, squeaking: Yep! Totally okay! No problems from me! Absolutely non whatsoever! I can’t wait!

Ozpin: That’s great! Anyway, Ms. Nikos, if you will please report to Glynda and she will give you all of the info for your mission. If you will please join her, Ms. Belladonna.

Blake, an awkward mess: R-right! Right-o! Rightoroni! Let’s do this!

Pyrrha, walking out: Well it’s going to be nice to have some company during this. At least I won’t be bored. I hope you can get the info you need for your book.

Blake, walking with her: Y-Yeah, m-me too. Me too! Can’t wait!

*3 days later*

Ozpin, in his scroll: Ms. Belladonna. How has your adventure been?

Blake: It’s been great. Pyrrha is absolutely amazing and sweet. Im glad I could tag along with her.

Ozpin: That’s wonderful news. So, are you getting enough info for you drama detective book?

Blake: Oh, about that, I’ve decided to change the genre of it.

Ozpin: Really? What’s your story about now?

Blake, blushing awkwardly: Its a uhm, a smut piece about a huntress falling in love with a faunus civilian.

Ozpin:...........

Blake:...........

Ozpin:.....alrighty then. Great talk.

Blake: Thanks. You too.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #blake belladonna #purrha #pussy magnet #jimmy ozpin #glynda goodwitch #imagine your otp #imagine your ship #rwby rarepair

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bluesfortheredj · 5 years ago

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The Sweet Escape Chapter 1.

Sat 17th June.

Alone forever. Maybe when you get back home you should look up cats that need adopting near you, then at least you’d have some company when you got home from work. How terribly negative your thoughts had become on your journey over to the island. You couldn’t help it though, you should have had a passenger next to you, you should have had twice the amount of luggage in your boot, you should have had someone to talk to while you drove, and you should have had company on the ferry over as well. But then again he should have kept it in his pants and not cheated on you which ultimately ended your four year relationship.

Whatever, you were here now at your home away from home and even though you knew there’d be plenty of sympathetic looks after calling ahead to let them know of the changes, you were excited to see your second family. You and your family had been coming to this guest house on the island for around twenty years now, and you were firm friends with the family who owned it, so you felt completely comfortable coming here on your own. You park up on the driver and breathe in the fresh sea air before unloading your suitcase and holdall, then making your way inside to see those much needed friendly faces.

“(Y/N)!” Anna grins as you enter through the open door.

“Anna! So good to see you,” you smile as she envelops you in a hug.

“We’re so sorry to hear about…” she trails off as she averts her eyes from yours, then clears her throat before continuing, “anyway, we’re delighted that you still wanted to celebrate your birthday with us.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you reply, “except with mum and dad of course… but they understood why I needed to get away!”

“Well we will take very good care of you as always, and-”

“(Y/N)! Hello you!” Michael calls out from the doorway to the kitchen.

“Hello Michael,” you grin as he walks towards you for a hug.

Anna and Michael were like another aunt and uncle to you, and Danielle, Michael’s sister, was very motherly towards you. It was a lovely place to be, not only for the people but for the location too; the guest house was situated a few metres from a cliff edge, and the garden led out to a path that ran along the top of the cliff so you could look down at the beach below.

“Danielle’s just finished with your room, so pop next door and she should still be there,” Michael explains, “it’s really great to see you again.”

“And you two as well,” you nod, “see you later for dinner.”

You head next door to the small annex that had three rooms inside it along with a large sitting room at the front, then head to number 2 which is where you were staying, and as you pass number 1 you spot Danielle hoovering the room. She looks up immediately and stops the hoover to rush over to you with her arms outstretched, then squeezes you tightly when she grabs a hold of you.

“Oh, (Y/N), I’m so happy to see you!”

“And I’m happy to see you too!” you chuckle as she finally lets you go.

“You’ve lost weight,” she frowns, holding you at arms length, “Michael’s dinners will soon sort that out!”

“Ha! I’m sure they will,” you smile.

“I’m sorry to hear about what happened with Russell. That man is an absolute swine, he-”

She’s cut off by a man walking in to the annex with a suitcase and as you both turn to look at him, he shoots you both a very apologetic expression.

“I’m so sorry, I was told to come to room 1…” he trails off awkwardly.

“I’m just finishing it off,” Danielle smiles, “but (Y/N) here will show you the lounge.”

“I will?”

“You will,” she winks, “leave your bags there and help…”

“Gwilym,” the man smiles.

“Gwilym into the lounge,” Danielle finishes, giving you a little push in his direction.

You oblige and walk towards the man as you dip your head down and let out a short laugh; you know Danielle was only doing this to get your mind off Russell, and to be honest you were glad it was a young man rather than the usual elderly clientele that came here. Anything to do with another man was obviously the last thing on your mind right now, but if you were going to be staying next door to one another then you may as well be friendly. You take one of his holdalls and nod towards the lounge door before opening it up and holding it for him to wheel his suitcase through.

“Do you work here?” he asks as you drop his bag next to the rest of his luggage.

“Aha, no I don’t,” you chuckle, “I just arrived this morning as well actually. I’ve known the family since I was a kid, so I know my way around the place.”

“I’m so sorry!” he apologises, “I didn’t realise.”

“It’s okay! Danielle likes to put me to work sometimes,” you laugh, “anyway, this is the lounge, your room is next door, and… Well, Anna would have told you the rest.”

“She did, thank you. And you’re staying in room…?”

“2. We’ll be neighbours,” you smile.

“Brilliant. Maybe you can show me around the island one day. If you’re not busy of course.”

“Got a pretty packed schedule actually, but there’s plenty of leaflets next door that can guide you. It’s a small island anyway, so I’m sure it won’t take you long to get your bearings. I’d better go unpack, see you around.”

“Bye (Y/N),” he says as you almost run out of the door.

You drag your luggage into your room and sit down on the double bed with a huff. This was your week, you weren’t going to be some unpaid tour guide for a handsome stranger. Handsome? Where did that word come from? No, this was not what you needed. Ignore him and he’ll get the hint, it’ll be fine. With a deep sigh you set about unpacking your belongings and filling the wardrobe with your clothes, and you can’t help but think about what it would be like if Russell were here filling the other half with his clothes and taking a drawer for his underwear. A romantic birthday week away had changed into a ‘table for one’ week away very quickly.

Once everything is in it’s place and you’ve freshened up after your long journey you exit the room and head down to the car to take a drive to your favourite viewpoint that overlooked the vast expanse of fields on the island. As you exit the annex you can hear Gwilym’s voice next door chatting to Anna and you quickly run down the other side of the guest house and go the long way around to the car to avoid him, but when you unlock it and place your hand on the door handle you spot him coming down the path towards you. He calls out your name with a raise of his hand but you quickly get in the car, start the engine and speed off before he can reach you; it may have come across a bit rude but you could always say you didn’t hear him if it comes up in conversation later on. Anyway, this was your birthday week and you could do exactly what you wanted. Although to be honest, all you wanted was to cuddle up with someone at night and kiss you awake on your birthday morning like they should have been doing.

“Right, where am I sitting?” you ask when you enter the dining room later that evening for dinner.

“Over here, and that nice Gwilym is on the table next to you,” Danielle smiles.

“Does he have to be? Can he not go over to the other side of the room?” you question as you take a seat.

“Now listen, I know it still early days, and you were with Russell for a long time, but would it hurt to have a little fun? An innocent little flirt? Someone to put a smile on that otherwise slightly sour face? After all, it is your birthday on Tuesday, so why not start the year as you mean to go on? Letting your hair down and having some much needed fun?” Danielle reasons, and you know deep down that she’s right, but it won’t stop you from pushing him away now that your barriers were at an all time high.

“Hmm,” you hum as he enters the room and you pour yourself some water.

“Ah! Seems we’re neighbours for breakfast and dinner as well,” he remarks to you as he sits down at his table to face you.

“Indeed,” you say, briefly glancing over at him with a forced smile.

“What have you been up to today then?” he asks, trying to get you into a conversation.

You really didn’t want to talk right now to be perfectly honest, and you let out a quiet sigh before looking up at him and smiling.

“Any other time I would be very grateful for a distracting conversation, but when it comes to food I’m one hundred percent in the zone you know?” you say, hoping that it didn’t come across as a huge ‘fuck off’.

“Of course, of course. Sorry,” he smiles as he shakes his head, “I won’t disturb you any further.”

You return his smile then look down awkwardly at the place mat in front of you while you wait for the starter to arrive. You felt a little bad for brushing him off so quickly, but you just wanted a peaceful week to yourself after everything that had happened and not even the handsome stranger could change that.

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The Start of Something Pt 3

Draco Malfoy / Female Reader

Harry Potter AU

Warnings: none?

Words: 2.3K

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 4

Chapter 3

Words couldn’t properly describe the feeling that hung in the air between you and Neville. Mere seconds had passed since he’d confessed to you yet it felt like an eternity. You could feel the way your palms started to sweat and cheeks flush from embarrassment.

You slowly pulled your hand away from Neville’s and internally winced at the painful expression that flashed across his eyes as you did so.

You weren’t sure exactly what words to say in order to be the most delicate, but you knew that you owed him honesty. The same honesty that he had been bold enough to give you.

“Neville…” you started with a deep intake of breath.

He stared back into your eyes with a look that said he was ready to be rejected.

You felt terrible about that… but his sense was keen, to say the least.

“I appreciate all you’ve done for me… all the times you’ve been there to help and lift my spirits. You’re an amazing person and I truly couldn’t have asked for a better friend” you said the last part a little unsteadily’ knowing very well that it would probably hurt him.

But you couldn’t lie. It was wrong to lead someone on… he deserved better.

“Perhaps in a different scenario, I would be able to return your feelings… and I really wish that I could do so now. But I have to be fair to you… and to myself” you swallowed the lump in your throat as you admitted something out loud that you had previously been denying for so long. “I’m afraid that I’m taken with someone else” you spoke a little too loudly; the nerves clearly hitting you.

Neville’s face was visibly defeated as he asked you the next obvious question.

“W-who is it?”

You nervously glanced down to the table before slowly opening your mouth to answer. You knew that as soon as it left your mouth it was completely real.

“You know my student’s father that I had become friends with? The one I had mentioned before… It’s him” you admitted.

You purposely avoided saying Draco’s name. You were fully aware of his past reputation and you’d heard from Neville himself about how “that kids dad sure gave me a hell of a time in school” while referring to Scorpius. So mentioning his name… seemed like it would only rub salt in the wound.

“I see…” was all Neville responded with before shifting his gaze to the ceiling; transfixed on absolutely nothing. “Have you told him?” he asked abruptly.

Your eyes widened in shock as you turned the question over in your head.

“I… haven’t told him anything” you choked out.

Neville gave a kind of hum in response before he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Well… If I were you I wouldn’t wait much longer to tell him… if it’s coming from you… there’s no way he could refuse” he said with a smile.

You only stared back at him in mild shock as you took in his words. How could someone be so kind? It was really beyond you. Realizing this a wave of anxiousness washed over you as you felt somewhat responsible for this situation. He didn’t deserve to be turned down so flatly after all.

“Neville… Listen, I’m sorry if I led you on all this time. I truly didn’t mean to give you the wrong Idea I-“ you were cut off by the sound of Neville letting out a little chuckle.

The sound cut through the air so cleanly and yet you could tell without a doubt that it was bittersweet.

You looked up to meet his eyes that were now on you and found him smiling at you sadly.

“Y/N, it’s okay… I fell in love with you completely on my own and long before we started spending time together” he spoke to you softy.

You gave him a kind of pitiful smile in response; unsure of exactly what to say. But he didn’t really give you the chance anyway. Because in the next moment he was standing from his seat ad letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“I hope this didn’t ruin our friendship, Y/N. I really do enjoy spending time with you all other intentions aside” he said with another toothy grin.

You returned the smile as best you could while bringing a hand to rest under your chin.

“Don’t worry, it hasn’t” you told him reassuringly.

“Well then, I think for today it will be best for both of us if we part ways here. I fully intend to see you later, though.” He smiled. “If that’s alright with you?”

“Of course it is” you replied softly.

With that, he left.

You only turned to back to look once you’d heard the café door close shut and just as you thought, no one was left there.

Long after you had left the shop however, someone stepped out from their own private corner. Overhearing everything they were suddenly confronted with a situation they weren’t quite prepared for.

After all, he was initially there to speak with you… so why was he now retreating back home?

He didn’t really know…

But the racing of his heat and uncomfortable twist in his stomach certainly had something to do with it.

Your relationship with Neville truly hadn’t changed as much as you thought it would. The day after he confessed you found yourselves meeting again between classes and agreeing to put the whole thing behind you. But on one condition… that you confess to the man who inhabited your thoughts.

That was why a few days later you found yourself sanding outside of Malfoy manor. You were completely unsure of what to say when you saw Draco. Hell, you were even starting to wonder if you should just turn back now…

But before you could really give it a second thought your hand was knocking on the door all its own.

Your heart raced wildly in anticipation as you waited for whatever kind of house-elf or servant like creature answered the door.

But to your surprise when the large door started to open it wasn’t the face of a house-elf you were met with.

No, it was Scorpius.

You didn’t know why you were so surprised to see him. He did live there after all. That knowledge, however, did little to settle the nerves in our stomach.

A visit to his home wasn’t the least bit professional, especially considering the fact that you both knew, you weren’t there to speak with him.

“Hello, Ms. Y/LN, please come in” Scorpius offered as he stepped aside slightly for you to enter.

An awkward tension seemed to fill the air as you quietly walked in, briefly admiring the vast interior. You really rushed here without so much as a game plan didn’t you, you thought in slight agony.

Making up your mind that wasting your time now with small talk would be pointless. You had to see this through.

Turning on your heel to face Scorpius slowly you took in a deep breath before speaking

“Is your father here?” you asked with a steady voice.

He blinked at you in surprise before a kind of pitiful smile took over his features, the sight of which greatly unnerved you.

“He’s in his study, I can show you the way,” he told you calmly while gesturing a hand to your right.

“That would be nice, thank you” was all you could muster up in reply as you started to follow him through the manor.

He walked a little too quickly for your liking. Not to say that he was walking at an abnormal pace but more so that you were goring more anxious of seeing Draco with each step and wouldn’t mind taking your time.

Before you knew it you came to a halt behind Scorpius. Looking slightly past him you saw a large closed door.

No turning back now.

Scorpius turned back to look at you while putting up a hand to you, signaling o wait a moment.

You were in no rush to hurry in.

You watched with bated breath as Scorpius gave two light knocks to the door before slowly pushing it open and leaning half his body in.

“Father, you have a visitor” you heard him say.

It was silent for a moment as the sudden fear of being refused right then and there flashed through your mind.

But then you heard it… his voice.

“Who could it possibly be?” he asked his son, a hint of annoyance present in his voice.

“Well, for starters, she’s stood right behind me” Scorpius replied with a chuckle.

Suddenly you heard a chair moving as well as papers and what sounded like some kind of bottle being moved hastily as though Draco was suddenly alarmed.

All this noise was quickly followed by a hushed “What?!” sounding from inside the room.

Scorpius didn’t even bother to hide his laughter as he turned to look back at you, a grin on his face.

He gestured you forward as he pushed the door open wide.

His final words to his father before leaving the two of you alone were “See for yourself”.

As you stepped into the room you were met with the sight of Draco stood by his desk, which you noticed was quite messy at the moment. The image was surprising considering he himself had such a put-together air about him.

Even more shocking, however, was the state of Draco himself. He looked… tired? His normally styled hair was unkempt and barely combed, it looked as though he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his clothes were slightly wrinkled.

He watched you take in his appearance as the air grew slightly more awkward.

“I see you’re looking better than I am” he chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension.

Feeling a little embarrassed that he had noticed you taking him in, you gave an awkward little laugh in response.

Some more silence followed as you both seemed to stare at each other lost in thought, each unaware of what the other was thinking.

“Would you like something to drink?” Draco asked, breaking the silence once again.

Taking in an unsteady breath you began to shake your head, “No, what I have to say shouldn’t take long.”

The courteous smile on Draco’s face dropped at your words.

“Oh?” he questioned while slowly stepping towards you, looking concerned. “What about?”

“I just came to clear things up” you started unable to look him in the eye as you began to twiddle with your thumbs nervously. “I know that you’ve been avoiding me, Draco… and I think I understand why”.

Looking to meet his eyes you saw that he was rather speechless, so you continued.

“Despite everything though, I owe it to you and myself to be completely honest.” breathing a little shallow, you knew what coming was next. “I’m afraid that despite my best efforts, I’ve come to be completely taken with you.” you finished feeling as though a huge weight was just lifted off your chest.

“I-“Draco began but you quickly cut him off.

“I’m not expecting anything from you in the slightest, not even a response, and I understand if you don’t wish to ever see me again. But I jus-“but before you could finish you were suddenly being pulled flush against Draco’s chest.

Looking up at him with eyes as wide as saucers your mouth fell open in question.

“You really are something you know that right?” he asked you with a coy smile.

You raised a brow at him, not following at all.

“I happen to be helplessly taken with you as well” he laughed as your puzzled expression quickly changed to one of complete bewilderment.

Then before you knew it you were being pulled into a kiss.

It was the kiss to end all kisses. So full of emotion and sweetness. It seemed cliché that much was true, but there was no other way to describe it.

He held your face gently as though you would break. In return, you clutched desperately to the collar of his shirt as you began to pull him closer in an effort to deepen the kiss.

He quickly obliged as his mouth parted along with yours.

Things were quickly becoming heated as you desperately took each other in.

However, just as you felt yourself being pushed slowly against the edge of his desk, you heard the sound of the door opening again.

Breaking away quickly you looked past Draco to see Scorpius stood in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in stunned silence.

You pushed yourself away from Draco faster than your mind could comprehend. It was like your body had set into flight mode.

Looking at Scorpius you felt nothing but shame and embarrassment bubble up from within you as you began to murmur apologies aloud. You weren’t sure if you were apologizing to him or Draco but it didn’t matter because without sparing another glance you began to flee from the room. Barely able to look Scorpius in the eye as you passed him.

You heard the faint sound of your name being called as you fled from the manor. You couldn’t turn back no matter how much you second-guessed yourself.

This was wrong. It was all wrong. You had sworn to Scorpius that you had no ulterior motives. The boy had lost his mother not long ago and now he walks in to find his professor snogging his dad. You were meant to come here and confess as a means to get over it really. Just for some peace of mind.

You felt like a liar… and as the negative thoughts began to plague your mind you even began to feel dirty.

You didn’t even spare a second glance to the manor as you ran halfway down the street before pulling out your wand and quickly apparating yourself back to Hogwarts.

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AN:// I’m so sorry I took such a long hiatus from this! I was feeling really down and uninspired for a while and couldn’t really even find the motivation to do anything. But I’m pleased to announce that I seem to have finally gotten my mojo back! I know this chapter is a little short but I promise there will be more to come soon! Not to mention I’ve gotten a new story idea that I’m personally very excited about. But I promise I won’t start that before finishing this series haha.

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