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jayzfort · 4 months

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Remeber that time? || Panville

Pairings- Pansy Parkinson x Neville Longbottom This is the second short yet not so short drabble, these aren't written in order, and can be read as standalones. In this one, Neville and Pansy, "try" to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary, on christmas eve, but parental duties just seem to be piling up, so much so that they don't have any time to spare.

Remeber when we tried to celebrate our anniversary?

Evenings in the Longbottom household were a study in tranquility, but not the eerie silence Pansy had grown accustomed to in her childhood. Here, the quiet was comforting, with the couple nestled on their sofa, Pansy's head resting on her husband's shoulder as he delved into a book. Meanwhile, their three children—Alice, Francesca, and the youngest, August—were scattered across the carpet.

Alice engrossed herself in a tome from her father's study, while Francesca and August engaged in a heated game of wizard's chess. Despite being three years younger, August seemed to be trouncing his sister. Their seventeen-year-old, Alice, glanced at her parents and remarked, "Your seventeenth anniversary is coming up soon."

"You can shoot me on the day I forget," Neville quipped, his eyes still fixed on his book. Pansy playfully nudged his arm.

"Do you two have any plans? Something romantic?" asked Francesca, the fourteen-year-old. Meanwhile, eleven-year-old August gagged at the mention of romance, deep in his "the opposite gender is a contagious disease" phase.

"Aug, you're gagging now, but in a few years, you'll be chasing after some girl, begging for romance," Alice teased her brother, earning a loving laugh from Pansy.

"Mum, any plans?" Francesca persisted. "Hannah Abbott was saying Dad was quite the romantic in his younger days. Did you have romantic anniversaries?"

Neville coughed uncomfortably at the mention of his ex-girlfriend, trying to change the subject, but Pansy reassured him with a comforting pat on the arm.

"He's more of a hopeful romantic," Pansy chuckled. "But we haven't properly celebrated an anniversary since Francie was born. It became even harder with Auggie along the way. Although we did have a few moments when Alice was a baby. People offered to babysit, but our hearts just wanted us all together."

"Francie and Auggie, the romance ruiners," Neville interjected with a smile. "I remember you two pulling me away whenever I tried to steal a kiss from your mum. And you, Auggie, were no less innocent, always glued to your mum's hip and crying every time I got near."

"I told you we should've given them up for adoption. You never took a seven-year-old's opinion seriously," Alice quipped, earning a playful tug on her hair from August.

"Nev, dear?" Pansy called, drawing her husband's attention away from their children. He hummed in acknowledgment, pulling her closer in a tender embrace.

"Do you remember when we tried to celebrate our tenth anniversary?" she asked, catching the children's attention with intrigue. "What do you mean 'tried'?" Francesca inquired eagerly.

On the twenty-fourth of December, Neville and Pansy finally decided to steal a moment for themselves and celebrate their anniversary with a quiet dinner at a charming Italian restaurant nearby. However, as fate would have it, parental duties refused to give them a break. Their three-year-old, August, was cranky with an ear infection and a nasty cold.

"Mama, I don't feel good," August whimpered, seeking comfort from his mother, who was engrossed in the latest edition of Witch Weekly. Pansy immediately scooped him up, her heart aching at his distress, and carried him out to the front porch where Neville was tending to the plants.

Meanwhile, Neville found himself in the midst of his own battle with his two daughters, aged nine and seven. Both were vying for his attention, their constant bickering wearing on his nerves. He adored his girls but wished for a moment of peace to hear them out without the arguments.

Surveying the watering can in his hand and the squabbling girls before him, Neville made a snap decision. Without a second thought, he doused both of them with water. "DAD, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Alice protested, while Francesca shot him a glare.

"Now that you're done arguing, care to tell me why you're out here?" Neville asked with a charming smile, trying to suppress his amusement at their soaked state.

"We haven't gotten a birthday present for me yet, and my birthday was ages ago," Francie complained, giving her best puppy-dog eyes. In reality, her birthday had been just three weeks prior, but she hadn't received a gift yet due to the busy household.

Neville dried Francie's hair with a towel, "We haven't gotten a birthday present for me yet, and my birthday was ages ago," Francie lamented, her expression adorned with puppy-dog eyes. In truth, her birthday had only passed three weeks prior, but the absence of a gift was undeniable.

Pansy had made promises, but the household's bustling errands had left little time for birthday shopping. "Yes, lovebug, we'll get you a present. What did you have in mind?" Neville inquired, gently drying her hair with a towel. "Dragon-hide Quidditch gloves, especially the red ones I adore. My old pair is completely worn out," Francie replied, her excitement evident.

Sighing heavily, Neville contemplated the cost of Quidditch gloves. Though he never played the sport himself, he understood their expense, given his friends' involvement. Despite Pansy's jests about their financial security – "Honey, you landed yourself a pureblooded witch, the sole heir; it's like winning the lottery" – Neville was wary of spoiling their children. He didn't want them to expect everything handed to them on a silver platter.

However, considering it was a birthday gift for their vivacious Francesa, he relented. "I'll discuss it with your mother, alright?" he proposed, eliciting a happy nod from his daughter.

Then, turning to Alice, who was still grumpy and shivering, he cast a warming charm on her and handed her a towel.

"Now, Miss Alice Longbottom, what's on your wishlist?" he inquired. She huffed, mentioning a book, "Ferdalland's Creek," specifically the new Christmas edition that would soon be unavailable.

"You can read any book in my study," Neville suggested, hoping to sway her. But Alice wasn't convinced. "Dad, all your books are about plants or herbology," she protested, unaware of the irony.

Neville, hurt by her disdain for his beloved subject, reminded her that plants and herbology was the reason they had food on the table. After some negotiation, he reluctantly agreed to her request, knowing her birthday was just around the corner.

As Neville bantered with Alice, he noticed Pansy approaching with August in her arms,

"He's got a bad cold. We've got to take him to St. Mungo's," Pansy announced, her concern evident as Neville cradled August in his arms. "Loves, why are the two of you drenched?" she inquired, turning her attention to both her daughters. Alice pointed accusingly at her father and replied, "Ask him." Pansy shot Neville a quizzical look, but he simply laughed it off.

"St. Mungo's? We were just talking about going there, Mama," Francie chimed in, eagerly approaching her mother. Pansy struggled to carry her daughter as she listened intently. "Why do you need to go to St. Mungo's?" she asked, puzzled by the sudden urgency. "Not St. Mungo's, but nearby, you know, Quality Quidditch Supplies. Al wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts," Francie clarified, her excitement palpable.

Wrapping August in a snug coat, they embarked on their journey to Diagon Alley, the children's excited chatter filling the crisp air. Their first destination was the hospital, where the doctor assured them it was merely a seasonal allergy, nothing serious.

Despite the reassurance, August shed a few tears when faced with the prospect of an injection. Alice offered comfort by holding his hand, while Francesa attempted to soothe him with a playful bribe. "Auggie, if you don't cry, I'll let you sit on my broomstick," she whispered, earning a sharp glance from her mother.

"Mother, you've got to appreciate humor. Or is it too much of a Slytherin trait to have any sense of humor at all?" the cheeky seven-year-old retorted, eliciting a laugh from the amused doctor. Pansy's cheeks flushed crimson, accustomed to Francesa's teasing antics. "See, he's quiet now. I told you bribery works, Mum," Francesa declared triumphantly after the shot was administered.

"Dad, can we please go to the Quidditch store now? It feels like forever since I've been there, and I've missed Madam Donnoricks," Francesa pleaded, tugging at her father's hand. Neville chuckled. "Fran, I think Madam Donnoricks was too busy to notice your absence," he teased, earning a grumble from his daughter.

"I think we should go to Flourish and Blotts. If I'm not mistaken, your dad wanted to pick up a book from there too, so we can kill two birds with one stone," Pansy suggested, causing Alice's face to light up. "Thank Merlin, I almost thought you'd forget I wanted something too," she quipped.

"Mum, you don't have to play favorites so obviously—August, Alice, and finally, little, annoying Francie," Francesa pouted, huffing all the way to the Quidditch store.

"I love them, really, but sometimes I just want to lock myself in the loo for an hour at least," Neville whispered to his wife once the girls were out of earshot. "Yeah, so much for the tenth anniversary," Pansy sighed sadly.

"Mum, can we please have ice cream?" Alice piped up as they stood in front of Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor. "Honestly, if I say no, your sister will eat me alive. But don't get any for August; he's got a cold," Pansy replied.

"I want ice cream too," August said, his eyes brimming with tears. Pansy shushed him gently, promising to get him a pumpkin pastie instead. He nodded happily, planting sloppy kisses on his mum's face. "Mama, you taste like powder," he declared. Pansy laughed, "I'm glad you find my expensive powder tasty," as he continued to lick her face.

As Neville accompanied his daughters to Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlor, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful. Alice and Francie were bickering incessantly over trivial matters, causing Neville's patience to wear thin.

"I swear, if you two don't stop this incessant arguing, I'll drench you both in melted ice cream this time," Neville warned sternly. The threat seemed to have its desired effect as the girls fell silent, shooting each other cautious glances.

However, the peace was short-lived. On the way back home, Alice couldn't resist the temptation and took a big bite out of Francie's ice cream cone. Incensed by her sister's audacity, Francie retaliated by pulling Alice's hair, igniting a fresh round of squabbling.

As the squabble between Alice and Francie escalated, Pansy couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Girls, enough! You're ruining what was supposed to be a nice outing," she scolded firmly. "You need to learn to get along and show some respect for each other."

Neville nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Pansy's disappointment. "Your mother's right. We expect better behavior from you both," he added, his disappointment evident in his tone.

The girls hung their heads sheepishly, realizing they had overstepped their bounds. Despite their squabble, they knew they had disappointed their parents. With remorse in their eyes, they quietly accepted their scolding.

The ride back home was uncomfortably quiet, not the peaceful kind that usually followed a family outing. Pansy and Neville tried to engage their daughters in conversation, but their attempts were met with vague responses and lingering shame from the earlier incident.

"Loves, it's alright. These things happen, and it's natural to have disagreements with your siblings," Neville reassured them gently. "But you have to remember to respect each other's boundaries. Alice, you shouldn't have taken a big bite out of Fran's ice cream, and Francie, you shouldn't have pulled Alice's hair."

"Your dad is right. Alice, apologize to Francie. You're older, so you should set a good example and give her some space. And Francie, apologize to Alice. Cut her some slack, alright honeypies?" Pansy chimed in, despite Alice's audible groan at the endearment.

Reluctantly, the girls exchanged apologies, their embarrassment evident but their resolve to make amends stronger.

Making a brief stop at a smaller branch of Honeydukes, Pansy returned with pasties for everyone. August, in his usual fashion, managed to wear more of his pastie on his face than in his mouth, eliciting laughter from the whole family and easing the tension of the earlier disagreement.

After they arrived home, both Pansy and Neville were utterly exhausted, too drained to even consider moving, let alone keeping their dinner reservation. So, they decided to cancel it, opting for a quiet evening at home instead.

Once the kids were tucked into bed, Pansy made her way to the fridge and retrieved a tub of pumpkin-pie flavored ice cream for the couple. "My favorite, you remembered," Neville remarked gratefully as he accepted the bowl from his wife. "Couldn't even get some for me with those two constantly bickering in the store," he added with a chuckle.

"I know it's exhausting, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love what we have," Pansy replied, her voice tinged with affection.

"I love us too, and yes, I love those three pests too. They're perfect," Neville agreed wholeheartedly, sharing a laugh with his wife. As he noticed a smudge of ice cream on Pansy's lips, he couldn't resist leaning in to lick it off, eliciting a blush from her.

"Parkinson, are you blushing?" he teased, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Shut up, Longbottom," she retorted playfully, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a tender kiss.

"Happy anniversary, Parkinson," Neville whispered against her lips.

"Happy anniversary, Longbottom," Pansy replied, sealing their affection with another sweet kiss.

"I am highly offended that you'd call us pests, dad," August protested, his tone indignant. "And I consider myself a very important part of this story. Without me, you wouldn't even enjoy your anniversary in a true way."

"Shut up, August. You don't even remember anything; you were three with snot up your nose," Alice retorted, rolling her eyes at her younger brother. "Alice and I still do not get along. She's a bully," Francesa interjected, shooting her sister a pointed look. "Honestly, why do I put up with the both of you?" Alice muttered under her breath.

"Mum? I had a question," Francesa turned to Pansy, seeking clarification. "Yes, sweetheart?" Pansy replied, her attention fully on her daughter. "Your anniversary is on Christmas, and Alice is turning seventeen exactly a month after your seventeenth anniversary. Aren't you supposed to be pregnant for nine months?"

Pansy began to answer, but Neville intervened, not wanting to delve into that conversation with their fourteen-year-old. They couldn't tell her the truth—that they eloped when Pansy was eight months pregnant. That's a story for another time, probably in fifteen years.

"Will you look at the time? Get to bed, everyone. We've got to go to the Burrow tomorrow," Neville redirected the conversation once the kids had retreated to their rooms. As he washed the dishes, Pansy wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Baby, why didn't you let me answer Francesa's question?" she inquired softly, planting kisses along his bare back. He turned around, trapping her between the kitchen island and his arms, lifting her onto the countertop.

"You seriously think I would let you tell the kids that I got you pregnant out of wedlock, was too much of a coward to propose to you until you offered to elope? Yeah, that's not happening," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Pansy couldn't help but laugh at his response. Embracing her husband tightly, she circled her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the love in the world. She knew that what they had was a forever kind of love.

#panville #fremione #panville smut #harry potter next generation #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts houses #potions #herbology #neville longbottom #pansy parkinson #marriage au #albus-x-alice #teddy lupin x reader #harry x ginny #draco malfoy

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illandtired · 4 months

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about me<3 (tw)

Hello, I’m 17 and I’m gonna try to take my life again on my 18th birthday.

(Sorry, this jumps around a lot.)

(And it’s long….)

Also heavy topics, literally almost every trigger warning in the book.

This blog is gonna literally be my diary. I’ve attempted to make me life multiple times in the past for multiple different reasons.

I’m seventeen and I currently live alone in my mother’s house, she lives with her boyfriend. I had my biological dad who left before I was born and two step fathers. The only one I “care” about is my most recent. He entered my life when I was 6 and since then I tried telling my mother about him but for some reason it took until I was 16 for her to divorce him. He abused me severely. When I told him I was suicidal the first time he said he was gonna go get his gun then proceeded to make me beg for my life. I was I believe 12 or 13, a lot of it’s a blur like most of my life.

I don’t want to go too much into my past and make this too long, I started smoking weed in 8th grade. By 9th I was doing lines of random shit I got from kids at school off the bathroom toilets. I have touched most stuff besides heroin. The one drug I promised my mother I would stay away from. Currently I am still hooked on opioids, SSRIs, and I smoke weed/thc carts every day.

I was 6 when I was diagnosed with adhd, severe anxiety and depression. I haven’t seen a doctor since. My mother swears she’s trying to get me in but she always complains about how much my meds cost. She knows my worries about my mental state and I swear it’s impossible to get the help I need.

I’ve always been a paranoid person but it’s getting worse by the day. I’m genuinely too scared to take the trash out because I feel 800 eyes on me. I feel like there’s invisible people constantly around me judging my every move. I don’t feel real some times, and not that life is a simulation shit, I genuinely don’t feel like I’m in my body.

I started self harming in 3rd grade. It started as me being a wrist and head banger but by 5th grade I had started using thumb tacks and scratching myself. I went to my step father and he told me they weren’t Deep enough and I was just looking for attention. By 6th grade I was actually cutting, but only to where I barely saw the blood. By 8th it got to the point where I needed to see the blood run. But I’ve managed to get back to only getting it to bead up, occasionally running. I was clean for quite a few months but the smallest, SMALEST thing can set me back so much.

I’ve struggled my entire life with starving myself, binge eating, then starving myself. I’ve been an unhealthy weight a lot of my life. I’m around 240lbs now, my eating disorder is mainly starving now. My “Binges” are now small.

I have never been able to make a phone call to someone besides friends. Even family calls are hard a lot. I can barely order food at a restaurant, fancy or McDonald’s.

I’ve made money in my life from stealing, I’ve been a kleptomaniac for as long as I can remember. But I also made money doing bakery stuff for my mother, doing mechanical stuff, and babysitting. My only “legal” job was working at McDonald’s. I got fired a year after starting because we had a new manager who fired me over homophobic reasons. I hated going to work. I loved the work itself, but I hated having to be around anyone.

I’ve always been called lazy. And I feel like it’s true, I can barely find the motivation to get up to take a piss most days. I had such a hard time with organization and cleanliness as a kid so I always had a messy room, unless it was right after one of the days I got my stuff thrown away.

I never payed attention in school yet I somehow got straight As until i genuinely didn’t care anymore. I dropped out 10th grade on my 16th birthday. School was so much worse for my mental health. I was self harming almost every day, lying to myself about who I am to fit in.

I actually love learning, I wanted to get into nursing school but I know I’ll never get clean enough. I even study biology, trig, physics, crime scene investigation, all sorts of stuff. I have notebooks and notebooks that I’ve filled with information I’ll never use.

I was 10 when I got my first boyfriend. He was 18, a relationship on discord. It lasted a couple years at least. I was sexually assaulted multiple times growing up and I don’t wanna go into more detail in this post. But due to my sexual trauma i became very hyper sexual very young. I still am to this day, I sell pictures to creepy men online because I know I won’t be able to get any other job. But at the same time it’s basically been implemented in my brain I’m good for sex and nothing more. I feel so utterly disgusted with myself after every sexual experience in my life from sex to just sending nudes.

I grew up a chubby girl with big tits. It was 6th grade i started having boys desperate to touch them. I had Ds by then. I’m a F-G now (depends on the bra). My own step father and his sons who were much older than me started sexualizing me when I was about 13. One of my step brother was creepy since he entered my life.

I’ve had so many important parts of my life taken from me. My Virginity with a man was raped away when I was 14 on Christmas. My self worth was barely existent but it was gone completely by 9th grade. My first “good boyfriend” was when I was 15, he was 18. He filmed us one night after I asked him not to multiple times, but the next day a video of me having my brains fucked out was all over my school. It was a smaller school, but even some of the female teachers sided with him because he was the “king” of the school. I missed my middle school graduation which doesn’t seem like much to most people, but I knew I was going to drop out and never have a high school graduation. I was even selected to write a speech and go up and speak at the podium but due to anxiety from both situations I missed the whole thing entirely because I tried to kill myself that night.

Most of my attempts have been overdose attempts, and that’s for a reason. I couldn’t imagine my mother finding me and my brains splattered on the wall. But out of everything, no it’s not my mother that’s kept me alive. It’s been my best friend. I live in the states and he lives in Scotland. We’ve been friends for years, we met through my ex and were completely like the opposite of each other but we care about each other. And unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to meet him. We were going to meet when I turn eighteen because he’ll be turning 21 and can legally drink here, I can legally drink there.

I care about nothing more than him and it pains me that I know he will be disappointed when he realizes I gave up. I don’t plan on telling him anything.. we have a thing where if he’s gone for a month he’s on a mental health break, but two months he’s dead and I have his permission to kill myself. I’m going to tell him he has to wait a year for me because I might be in the mental hospital.

Back to simple things I can’t do, I would rather claw my own eyes out than be alone with a man in a room. But my best friend is the one exception. I haven’t gone on a date since new years. As soon as we got to his house, it wasn’t even 5 minutes before he had a gun pressed in my side.

Yet at the same time I feel like my only purpose is to make men happy in any way I can. Even if it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to do it. Because that’s all I’ve ever been good at and praised for.

There was about a week in my life and it was somewhat recent. I told myself I wasn’t going to attempt again because no matter what life won’t suck that bad. Being homeless was the happiest time of my life, sure I can be on the street and cold, no money, but I no longer have responsibilities and I get to walk which I love doing. I used to sneak out at night and go on long ass walks normally from 10pm to 3-5am.

More things about substances, once again I’m sorry for jumping around. I started smoking cigarettes in 6th grade, provided by my step father and girlfriend. I started drinking in 8th grade but now it takes half a bottle of tequila for me to be at a happy level of drunk. Or 4 bottles of cheap wine, or an entire bottle of rum. Anyways I feel like I’m rambling on and on so I’m gonna try to wrap this up.

What’s the main reason I want to kill myself? Because I know I will never be able to live a normal life. But my one goal as a kid was to make it to 18.

#tw 3d vent #3dtumblr #3d #3d diet #3d f4st #3d not sheeran #tw ed but not sheeran #vent post #personal vent #vent blog #cw vent #@na vent #vent

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yellowmagicalgirl · 11 months

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5 headcanons from a Trollhunters AU of your choice?

So there's this AU that I've had vague ideas about for a while, a roleswap where I swap all the canon ships (not counting Word of God ships and ships where we never see one of the characters). Do note that while the canon ships are getting swapped, the only canon ship that definitely gets together in this AU is Jlaire. (Staja and Darby are both maybe's, but I'm leaning no because IDK how much sense they'd make in this 'verse. Everything else is a NOTP for me.) (Also due to the amount of canon ships, you get more than 5 headcanons.)

Stricklake: Waltolomew is Jim's dad. Jim's bio mom walked out on them when Jim turned five - she accidentally saw Strickler in his true form, and she just wanted to escape. She was concerned that Jim wasn't human either, and she didn't want anything to do with him. (She was right that Jim wasn't fully human, though that didn't manifest as anything other than a very mild iron allergy until he got possessed by Morgana.) Meanwhile, Barbara is a local doctor who ends up getting roped in after she sees too much going on with the local teen defenders, and also after she ends up as Jim's foster mom when Strickler went missing.

Jlaire: The last battle between Kanjigar and Bular took place in a slightly different location, one that Claire was able to ride her bike to. She picked up the amulet and wasn't detected as quickly as Jim was in canon due to Strickler not going into the women's locker rooms. This allows her to have just enough time to learn to fight without Bular killing her for not knowing her way around knives like Jim does. Jim, meanwhile, has recently had the truth of his heritage revealed to him. If he serves the Janus Order well enough, then he can undergo the ritual that could make him a polymorph. (He never goes through the ritual but gains the ability anyways thanks to Morgana.) In the latter half of season 1, he became Team Trollhunters' man on the inside because he can't accept a world where Gunmar reigns (and also because Claire is very pretty in her armor.)

Dromura: Nomura became Kanjigar's apprentice, and while she didn't 100% expect to become the next trollhunter, she is miffed that this human girl with no fighting experience became the next trollhunter instead of her. She also briefly had a fling with Draal, who's human form works with Barbara under the alias of Dr. Aalbregt. Nomura once tried to get Kanjigar and Draal to meet in the hopes that Draal would change sides, but Kanjigar claimed that the impure was not his son. Ouch.

Staja: I'm not saying that Aja is the school bully, but she is rivals with Claire & Mary for popularity, with Claire & Mary being the femme popular crowd and Aja being the star quarterback. (Aja and Darci were neighbors growing up, so they're slightly more cordial.) She also teases Eli, but in a more friendly way since he's her little brother's BFF (and also Eli might have a crush on Krel). Eventually, the Tarron twins + Eli find out the truth. Steve on the other hand is the slightly spoiled heir to House Palchuk of Akiridion V. Seklos help us all.

Nanavex: Varvatos used to babysit Darci and the Tarron twins, sometimes at the same time, because he lives near all of them. He taught them to fight and can tell that something is going on. He doesn't know what. Nancy's son, husband, and daughter-in-law were all killed by the Zerons, and she was left to raise her grandson on her own. Between this and

Darby: I just can't see Darci getting the gravity cursed hammer, and I also can't really see her using a bow in this AU despite her using it in my seasonal amulet AU. I'm gonna say that instead she stole a fancy looking flute from the museum at the end of the second battle of Killahead. This flute was actually the flute that belonged to the Pied Piper, and it allows her to control small animals... and also goblins, because of the long-running raccoon joke. Mary never gets quite as involved in trollhunting as the others do due to being squeamish around violence, which causes her to grow distant from Claire and Darci. The coup happens earlier, Toby makes a cool bracelet for her, and Mary is selfish enough that she decides to befriend this foreign weirdo in order to get cool bracelets. (Due to the coup happening earlier, the two supernatural groups meet earlier. Toby gets to meet Vendel, who is more impressed with him than in canon. Vendel also likes Toby better than Steve.)

Stuart x Gwen: "The bounty hunter (Stuart) you (Morando) sent after us (Steve, Nancy, and Toby) became part of our found family." Meanwhile, I have two potential takes on Gwen. The first is that she's an untrustworthy rogue agent, willing to sell alien tech but also willing to sell secrets to whomever she thinks can get her the best deal. The other is that I replace Gwen of Gorbon with Guinevere, who was an alien all along in this 'verse, and Arthur thought that this foul creature killed his wife when he saw her in her true form. (In the latter case, there would be parallels between Guinevere/Arthur and Waltolomew/Jim's bio mom.)

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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whumpsoda · 4 months

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Nevan thralls Dari just enough to be obedient and happy to be there, but when Malak meets Dari hooo boy. Nev comes home from a night out doing things to find Dari barely functional

OH YESSS

Malak babysitting Darius probably while je has a playdate with Ad is such a fun idea… Nevan finding him with his brain just turned to mush when he comes back home >:]

#asks :)#anonymous #anon ask #malak ask #darius ask #nevan ask

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primevein · 12 days

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The Prime of His Youth: Book V: Where There's Smoke: Ch05: Fleeting

Ultra-Magnus appeared on the Phthia's main screen, with Smokescreen looking at him. "Sergeant?" Ultra-Magnus asked, "I will require a full report."

"It will be filed." Smokescreen stated, and Ultra-Magnus gave him a curious look. "If you recall, earlier, we talked about the issue with the Ground - Bridge - Power - Supply on Terra?" He paused for a moment, as nothing occured to Ultra-Magnus, "We talked about it before our return to New Kalis." A moment or two passed until a look of shock appeared on Ultra-Magnus' face. "It happened again. I will be seeing to it." Smokescreen stated.

It took a moment for Ultra-Magnus to recover, and did his best to develop a neutral expression. "Understood." he soundly stated.

"As for the report, I am having the Archivists double-check it before I submit it." Smokescreen stated.

"I will be looking forward to it." Ultra-Magnus stated.

"Phthia, Out." Smokescreen stated, and the screen went blank.

* * *

Soundwave, in the dark looked at the screen, the faint light reflecting off his visor. Without looking away, he brought up a video from his archives. The video showed the keycard Jack was carrying during his first time on Cybertron. Captured from various angles, he was quickly able to assemble a 3-dimensional frame of it. The Key to Vector Sigma. The last Prime to rise did so unexpectedly. This time, he had options. The question was who to call. He opened his contacts, the colossal list of tiny names and faces scrolling on his monitor.

* * *

Smokescreen appeared on the Ion's main screen, "June." he warmly said.

"Smoke... eee.. Smokey?" she nervously asked.

"Miko put you up to that?" Smokescreen neutrally asked. June nervously looked about. "I'm not complaining."

"You're not?" she hopefully asked.

"The problem is we never decided if it was my name or my title." Smokescreen neutrally stated.

"Title?" June asked, "I thought you were a sergeant?"

"It's from an old movie." Smokescreen stated.

June thought it over for a moment. "Wait?" she asked. She gave Smokescreen a curious look.

"Smokey and the Bandit." Smokescreen said with a bright smile. "It's a great movie. Human culture does things we've never even imagined. Anyways, I'm here to relay the plan. Stormwright will be flying the Skyfall. The Elite Guard will fly down first, and start our quest."

"Quest?" June asked, and Smokescreen gave her a solem look. He paused a moment before continuing.

"Once we're down, the Skyfall will come and pick up Japheth."

"You mean Jack." June said, trying to smile.

"And anyone else He wants to bring with Him." Smokescreen replied. "We'll meet up at His house in New Kalis."

"And who decided this?" June nervously asked.

"Arcee could veto it if she wants, but I doubt it. Which means Pyra Magna's the one who might veto it."

Pyra Magna walked onto the bridge, "Siren tells me the Humans have an expression: my ears are burning."

"Pyra." June warmly greeted her.

"I take it you heard?" Smokescreen asked.

"I got the transmission to my comm. unit." Pyra Magna said, as she walked up beside June.

"So?.." Smokescreen uttered, trying to hide his nervousness.

"I agree." she simply stated.

"Between Arcee and the Rust Maidens, we can definitely protect Him to New Kalis." Pyra Magna replied.

"Then who gets to babysit Airachnid?" Smokescreen asked her.

"Oh?" Pyra Magna asked, "Japheth, of course."

"Oh course?" June nervously asked.

"He is the only one she trusts." Smokescreen stated.

"I've talked with anyone I could, and the truth is pretty simple." she said. Both of the bridges were completely silent. Smokescreen, June, and Dodge all waiting with bated breath. "He was just as amazing as Jack. It was Jack that... reformed her. Not Japheth."

"Didn't he jump from orbit to save you?" Smokescreen asked.

"If He was Human, what would he have done?" Pyra Magna asked. Smokescreen gave her a blank look in reply, "Wait for reinforcements." Pyra Magna stated. "As Japheth, He has NEVER exceeded his military capacity. At the most, it would simply delay Him."

"Are you saying if He was Human, He would have drifted out to speak with her in the void?" Smokescreen asked.

"Are you saying he wouldn't?" Pyra Magna asked. Silence reigned for a moment.

"Honestly?.." June asked.

"That does sound like him." Smokescreen said, and paused. "Anyways, we'll head out soon enough."

"Are you taking Sierra?" June genuinely asked, and Smokescreen paused. "You're worried about her?" Smokescreen could not reply, as he tried to hide the stress that question caused him. "And I can't say I wasn't worried, but what did Jack do?" Smokescreen just stared at her, blankly, dumbstruck by the question.

* * *

Airachnid fervently, frantically paced in the dark traces of her hollow. Her life flahsed before her eyes. It seemed so fleeting. In truth, she had never fought for anything of substance. The only thing she wanted, the only thing she needed, was freedom: her freedom to torment. She did not join the Decepticons out of any form of idealism. In truth, she never joined them at all. She was captured, and if her freedom required her to use her - talents to aid their cause, then so be it. She had fun for a time, and then fled as soon as she could, leaving her former allies in shambles.

She paused as she gleefully remembered the moment. Her glee was shattered with the conclusion, as she realized she WAS thinking of something greater. She was thinking of fighting for the greater good.

Not that the good part was of any relevance to her, but for some reason, the greater was.

No, she wasn't thinking of fighting for the greater good. She WAS. Her heart was dedicated to His goals, her body to His whims. For the first time in her extremely long life, at least compared to all other creatures in the galaxy, (creatures she so enjoyed ending), she had someone to rely on. She was not alone. She need not flee, and hide in dark hollows.

The restrictions on her seemed inconsequential in comparison. Sure, she could no longer stalk, pursue, torture, or torment her prey. But on the other hand, she literally had a Prime to watch over her. She clutched her Spark chamber as it felt unnaturally warm. She gleefully clutched her clawed hands together, looking as the spider that caught the fly.

She then felt depressed, for perhaps even the first time ever. Her guardian had lost His mettle and memory. He now considered her the most viscious creature alive.

To be fair, she was. That was actually rather fair. But, somehow, He had overlooked her teensy temptations to terrorize defenseless creatures before. She needed to find a way to get Him to do it again. All she would have to do is prey upon his naïevity. Act as the waif, the naïf.

They both knew it was a lie, but if all she had to do to be under his protection, all she had to do was act.

And not torture defenseless, (and fearsome), creatures.

* * *

Airachnid confidently walked up to the bridge, and turned towards the ladder leading to His loft above. June stepped in front of her, "Can I - help you?!" Airachnid looked at her, seeing something she recognized. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

"Should I?" she wickedly asked, and June just gave her a ferocious glare. "Look, I'd love to waste my time finding out who you are, but - I am - HIS Scout. I am simply here to report." she wickedly stated.

June just glared at her for a moment, "How did you even get here?"

"One." Airachnid wickedly said, as she looked her over, "I apparently have freedom of movement."

"And... to the Ion?"

"We can jump." Airachnid simply stated, "What, is this your first time being Cybertronian?"

A pregnant pause followed, as Pyra Magna walked up. "Did you really want the answer?"

Airachnid gave her a shocked, confused look. Pyra Magna sighed, and looked at June, "All I know is that He trusts her."

"He?" June nervously asked.

"His trust is all I have." Pyra Magna stated, and looked to Airachnid. She gestured towards the ladder.

Airachnid quickly turned to sashay towards it. "The big Femme thinks she's in charge." Pyra Magna quickly slapped her on the butt, causing Airachnid to quickly move forward.

"No reaction?" Dust Up asked her.

"I think I could get used to that." Airachnid uttered, as she reached the ladder.

Pyra Magna turned back to June, "I - will keep on an eye on her."

"What was that about only having His trust?" Airachnid asked as she started to climb the ladder.

"Don't pretend like you've been reformed." Pyra Magna stated, walking up to the ladder.

"Which answer has you spanking me again?" Airachnid asked, and Pyra Magna stood, stunned, hand slowly moving towards the ladder, at which point she barely moved at all. "Hm?" she wickedly asked, "Where's all of that bravado?"

"I would take you over my knee." Pyra Magna simply stated, as she her sense and senses returned to her. She looked up the ladder, and found herself staring at Airachnid's butt.

"Promises-promises." Airachnid wickedly said.

* * *

The doors opened to Japheth's room, as He cuddled up with Arcee. Sirenia and Arcelia were working on something on the console in the corner.

Arcee's eyes grew wide as she was filled with anger and fear, with horror and a lust to spill Energon she had rarely felt before.

"You're not going to hurt me." Airachnid confidently said, as she walked up to the bed, and knelt down at it's foot. Pyra Magna stood behind her, over her, looking at Japheth to take control of the situation.

"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" Japheth asked.

Airachnid looked at Arcee, "She knows." she said to her, and Arcee nearly screamed. It wasn't until she felt Japheth hold onto her more firmly that she finally stopped. She slipped from His arm and stood up in the blink of an eye.

"Beg!" Arcee said to her.

"Use me however you would. Discard me when I no longer - please - you." Airachnid said, and then kowtowed.

"She lies." Arcee stated.

"She... doesn't..." Japheth nervously said.

"You're sure?" Arcee asked.

"Probably the only thing I'm sure of." Japheth simply uttered. "But, why are you here?"

"I've been thinking about my long and - exciting life." Airachnid stated.

"Going over all of the 'Bots you've murdered?!" Arcee visciously asked.

"Oh, honey, I've murdered far more than 'Bots." Airachnid wickedly replied.

"AND?!" Arcee harshly asked.

"I meant what I said." Airachnid replied, and turned to Japheth. She then looked back to Arcee, "If I did any of that, I doubt this big, strong Prime would do anything to protect me."

"Like you care about protection." Arcee grumbled.

"Do I need it?" Airachnid asked, and momentarily paused, "Maybe. But what's more important, being free, or having a home?"

Arcee was shocked. Even more than shocked, she was horrified. Not because she could not understand this, but because she could. She felt what Airachnid felt, and the thought disgusted her.

#prime #the prime of his youth #transformers #darcee #arcee #jack darby

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Alright I feel like I gotta step up my game so here go!

- pepper sometimes steals the boys shirts because they are very comfortable and similar to the boyish style she likes to rock from time to time

- minka has a habit of wandering off so the girls got her a child leash so whenever they go someplace she’ll most likely get lost/separated from them for her safety she’s leashed (they play rock paper scissors to decide who’s in charge of her at the time)

- speaking of wandering vinnie has trouble with that also especially because he’s also easily distracted but Russell didn’t want to do what was done to minka out of embarrassment so he came up with a better solution holding vinnie’s hand.why does this work you may ask? Because once he does vinnie won’t be the one to let go first or ever he loves the attention to much especially since it’s a way to show off that he’s in a relationship in public places

- Zoe simply cannot leave the house without makeup on she feels naked without it everyone has tried to convince her that she’s naturally very pretty but she won’t buy it m. the only one who’s seen her bare face is pepper and she misses that Zoe alot

- Sunil is not a morning mongoose he hates being up early and loves his sleep everyone knows not to (wake the bear so to speak) because of you do you get who pepper calls mr. Cranky all day long ( give him coffee and you get mr. Tolerable lol

- Russell once a year takes his dad to go visit his friends who for a week host a get together in rotation to hang and catch up the dads have fun while the sons babysit them his dad looks forward to it every year and Russell does his best to make him happy because he himself finds it hard to be there for his dad like he should and the guilt from that is something he’s working on fixing

- pennyling tells stories at the library since she’s so good at them she loves it so much and has become a favorite of the children parents often try to hire her for parties and get togethers but she often politely declines because it would put to much on her plate

- minka collects alot of random things she’s gets a little fixated on a thing for a while either because she likes it or thinks she can make art out of it somehow.so she now has alot of random things in general with her for that reason (including her friends fur) “it’s not weird it’s art!” - Minka

- (Touching from the other post) yes vinnie absolutely loves Russell’s body it took him a bit to actually be comfortable with vinnie seeing him in such a vulnerable state but vinnie was very patient and told him he didn’t care how long it took for Russell to do anything in their relationship he was just happy to have someone to give all his love to in fact every chance he gets a hug here, a hug there! here’s vinnie! hugging him ( vinnies used to the quills part at this point)

- sunil speaks Hindi to his parents and Sharukuh but still feels rusty doing it at all he even tried to practice but I tried to get his parents to speak more English for him - side note I do think vinnie can speak Italian because of his mom he just doesn’t use it that often anymore-

- speaking of psycho vinnie he throws an absolute fit if Russell or Sunil have to leave him for a long period of time for any reason crying, screaming, kicking, punching, begging, clinging on for dear life for them to stay he’ll do ANYTHING he can think of ✨side story✨ one time Sunil had a small surgery and vinnie waited for him with so much anxiety when the nurse said that Sunil was able to have visitors vinnie saw his chance and wouldn’t leave him once he made it in the room. He hates hospitals and didn’t like that Sunil was in one. he had to be dragged out kicking and screaming trying to get back in the building. (He did try a few more times to go back but was not successful)

- penny has a hard time seeing leftovers in the fridge because she doesn’t Believe in wasting good food.she is always tempted by them and gets anxious when she sees that they never end up getting eaten.

- sharukuh is super over protective over Sunil he’s also super into cars and learning how to fix them and collecting the ones he thinks are cool. he’s also likes to call vinnie “little buddy”no one knows how it started but vinnie now answers to it. vinnie kinda looks up to him a bit because he does a lot of manly things vinnie wants to learn so naturally

Ok that’s what I have for now I could’ve kept going but it feels so long now haha I hope you like them! Just to clarify I do see them as animals but more ones that act human kinda like in zootopia but they still look like themselves from the show if that makes sense

Other side note sharukuh is not bad to me he does have his own story but he’s not stuck up like in the show he actually met Sunil in college and has been in the group. since him and Sunil do also get together on some of my stories because it’s cute what they have atleast the way I like to see it

Ohh, a big, big number of headcanons is what Leffee likes! And since there's so much delight here to unpack let's start without further ado. And yes, I do have my handy dandy ice coffee with me.

okay, this one is honestly just precious. Can we all just agree that male clothes are more comfortable? Yeah? Good. Plus, it does align with how I imagine Pepper choosing clothes, so yes, basically comfortable T-shirts. I'd imagine she likes Vinnie's the most because they are super stupid, with stupid texts and images and she loves it

look, I- just... *laughs like a dolphin*. So true! She would, wouldn't she? She's on a freaking leash. I honestly don't think she would mind, the not wandering part she would, but not the being on a leash part. Though she would probably be able to escape as soon as whoever is holding that leash is distracted for at least a moment

yup, Vinnie does have a tendency to get lost, doesn't he? I agree. But omg, that solution is just the cutest thing ever! He would see something and start heading into another direction but Russell sees it in time and just quickly catches his hand, like "no". And once he does Vinnie immediately forgets about whatever he was distracted by because he's just this fixated on Russell holding his hand, ep! In fact, his tail starts wagging. Shush, I want a reptile to be able to wag his tail like a dog, is that so wrong ;-;

this is just... yeah, she would feel like it. That also, ironically, humanizes her a bit. Her tendency to care so much about looks I mean. Just adds that extra depth to Zoe. And yes, I absolutely agree that everyone has genuinely tried to convince her that she looks just as great without it. Perhaps Pepper at first was rather teasy about it but seeing how much Zoe actually cares about it she changed her tone completely and was like, "No, Zoe, I really mean it. I'm not kidding this time." On a kinda side note, I do think that at least once the boys had a conversation that went somewhat like this "You know, I sometimes wonder why our girls even wear makeup." "Yeah! I guess they look different wearing it but they look so good without it too." "True, they are all so pretty." In short: they love them and genuinely find them all so pretty. Please, give me that

yeah, I think the "It's a happy, happy, happy world" implanted that headcanon in all of our minds, didn't it? It did in mine at least. Not only that, but I imagine he just needs a lot of sleep to function normally. He's not a morning person (or a mangoose) and neither is he the night owl. He sleep all night long or suffers. And yes, he needs his coffee, I personally see him drinking literally the most bitter shit possible. Not because he likes it all that much, but because it's the only kind of coffee that wakes him up when he's up too early

oh please, this is just too precious. I just find Jerry so endearing, you have no idea how much this headcanon means to me. Also I imagine that Russell's friends just simply adore him as well (I mean, it was kinda shown in the episode so I'm not pulling that out of my ass entirely). In short: yes, great headcanon. I have a feeling I had something else to say here but I can't remember now :[

okay this just such a natural progression of Penny's story telling prowess, I'm genuinely surprised I never thought of that. Yes, she absolutely does. She could earn money from that, just saying ;)

okay, yes. As a person who loves having others' items even if they aren't in general anything extraordinary I so understand her. For example, I have this part of a pen of one of my classmates' from highschool and I take it everywhere. It's like my lucky charm or sth. Yes, she definitely has her friends' fur (and scales), tbh I do think they would be fairly easy to incorporate into art. Then again, I do think she's that kind of monkey who would never actually end up using those and just store these items until the end of time. I don't blame her. That way she can have her friends with her wherever she goes :)

yes, exactly, this boy is so full of love. Listen, he might not be a genius but when it comes to his friends, and especially when it really matters, he will do anything for them. Especially for his love interest that is Russell. It doesn't matter to him how Russell looks, it wouldn't matter if he suddenly lost or gained 20 kilograms (44 pounds), lost a limb or had 3rd degree burns, what matters is that it is Russell's body. I don't always make him unhealthily obsessive but in my mind he's always at least a bit obsessed over others, though to a more healthy degree. And about the quills part, I can't help but combine it with my headcanon that due to his constant falling and tripping his pain tolerance is above average, and with getting used to those quills? He's basically physically invulnerable

ok, not much to add here from me, I'll talk about Sharukh more later but for now let's just say I'm happy he's not an asshole in your version :>. But Vinnie? Yup, that sounds good. Did you take that italian part from my rambles? Anyway, yes. The thing is, I imagine his mother (yes, he calls her mother) knew at least a bit of English. He and his sister on the other hand were still very young when arriving to America so they learned the language much easier. With Vinnie being younger he assimilated it so easily in fact he's pretty much bilingual. But due to italian being his native tongue he still finds it a bit more natural. That's also the reason why he sometimes messes up words in English, especially if they sound similar. In short: they all learned it and since they live in mostly english-speaking country now they rarely use Italian anyway. But it does rub Vinnie the wrong way when he does. He can, he just won't. But sometimes when he forgets words in English he will stop for a second, recall the word he needs in Italian, translate it to English and then he can continue, like this: "Man, I could really drink some... uh..." "It's latte in Italian. And latte means..." "...milk!" Sorry, I always end up writing more about him than anything else, I don't even know Italian!

ah yes, Vinnie but he's fucking unhinged... so I guess just the regular Vinnie. Nah, I'm just kidding :3, anyway, yes yes and once again YES! He's best at his worst, I tell ya. It's so cool too, because anything else he can be or appear so chill abou. There's a fire nearby? Meh. He broke his arm? Happened before will happen again. But one of his friends leaving him or being in any sort of danger whether real or imaginery? He falls apart. He won't even try to stop the tears or any other reactions because they are just too strong, he couldn't if he tried. He'll cry, beg, rip his hair out, you said it all. And if everything else fails he'll just cling to that person. And that side story is just perfect. Small surgery? Sure, yeah, it's still a damn surgery in a damn hospital. He's going to panic and he's going to panic hard. He might as well be more stressed than Sunil at this point. He doesn't sleep, he just paces around and due to stress is so impulsive he won't stop at anthing. He has that feral energy, as you said, he kicks and screams, plus all that frustration combined with adrenaline just gives him extra strenght that seems impossible in his puny body and yet. That's sheer determination, desperation and instability. I mean, we've seen him when Sunil wasn't in the daycare for just one day, he ripped that thing to shreds. Two times actually. What do you think he'd do in any sort of similar situation but one that would go on longer? He's my little destruction and I love him

she's just like me fr fr. Well, kinda. But that feeling of anxiety by seeing leftover food? Now that's another good trait for a character that makes them seem more deep and that's always good

now this the moment when I talk about Sharukh more. It's so cool to see him being nice and mingling with our beloved seven pets/humans or whatever else. Him being overprotective over Sunil is actually so wholesome to see, you know, especially after how we see him act in his episode and that whole bunch of headcanons back in the day that made Sharukh Sunil's brother and made him basically bully Sunil. That was genuinely disheartening and made me really dislike this headcanon.

(tumblr was giving me some weird errors about word limit in one block so that's why there's this weird break here, I will continue directly from where I ended in a new block then)

[...] But as always I fixate on the Vinnie part. Him calling Vinnie "little buddy" is so fucking cute, it was a long time coming for someone to call him that, am I right? He's so- he's so little nnngh *cries*. But come on, that is just precious. I just imagine the whole group gathering somewhere one day and as soon as Sharukh comes he's like "Hi guys, and hello to you, little buddy." Just juust aaaaa *cries again*. See, Sharukh can be nice and even manly! I like him like that. AND Vinnie looking up to him (literally pfpfpf)? Great, just great headcanon overall

Ahh, that was satisfying, but then again when talking about lps isn't? Yeah lmao, I would love to have even more too but I guess that is enough for one post (I mean, it literally told me I reached some word limit). Not enough in general though :D. I'm always up to see more of your thoughts or headcanons, please, you have no idea how happy they make me, I really want to see more. I won't force you to do anything, but also please, please when you're in the mood and have time and want to, send more, they make me so happy. I don't care how long or short the ask is, I want as much as possible.

Alright, that's an actually interesting take, especially since based on all those human-like actions I thought you were talking about them as if they were humans. Nothing wrong with seeing them still as pets just more human-like! In fact, one of the reasons why I primaly imagine them as people is because they can do more like this, but the way you describe it allows that too so I can't complain. Yes, yes it does make sense, don't worry.

I have already talked about Sharukh but as finishing thoughts I'll add this: as long as he's not an asshole I'm happy to see him too. Plus, he calls Vinnie "little buddy", you have already won me over with that because that is just so cute. Not to mention that it also balances the girls-boys ratio. And he's tall! How could you not like him like that! Maybe I do want to kiss him.

#lps 2012 #asks #a shitton of characters #I'm not tagging all that *skull emoji*

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worth12malfoys · 4 years

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@bloodtraitortonks1x1 ( smol starter call )

“Hi...” Neville glanced up as Andromeda entered. He’d assured her that he could handle watching Teddy for a day, and he’d been doing well... until Teddy had decided it was time to fill his diaper in a rather tremendous way. “Everything is fine. I’m just... trying to remember the washing spell.”

#bloodtraitortonks1x1 #i solemnly swear that i am up to no good ( ━☆・*。IC. )#parchment ( ━☆・*。Washing. )#dark wizard catcher ( ━☆・*。Auror. )#nev-nev babysit

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bug-pasta · 5 years

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when straight women talk about their husbands like they are actual children who cannot take care of themselves in any way

#what's fucking going on with you hets #I know this is my second post about straight people today lmao but I'm annoyed #no hate to straight people in general lmao #for real tho like this woman was talking about sometimes she's away and her husband has to make dinner All By Himself #and no one questioned it like wtf #ALSO #I FUCKING HATE WHEN MEN 'BABYSIT' THEIR ACTUAL CHILDREN #you are a father my dude that's not how it worka #nev has risen from the dead to make a post

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greyskyflowers · 3 years

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I'd like a super cute Zosan coffee shop AU.

One where Sanji owns the cutest little bistro/bakery/coffee shop hybrid. It's got incredible food and always has new things to try.

Nami comes in almost every morning to get a large black coffee and some sugar monstrosity that doesn't even count as coffee.

Sanji always goes way over board making it. Actually has a really fun time with it, even found some of his favorite menu items through making stuff for Nami to try.

He has all kinds of stuff he does with the drinks. Adding different fruits and sugars, all kinds of syrups and creams, different ways of brewing the coffee, foam or whipped cream.

He always makes sure to add a cute design in the foam and draw some hearts on the cup. Nami never drinks it while she's there though, always getting them to go.

She never pays either, always cooing at Sanji about how pretty the drink looks. And he can't charge her for it after that and the black coffee is hardly anything so it would be silly to charge her for that by itself.

The drinks look funny sitting next to each other on the counter. The black coffee in a bland and plain cup while the other drink looks like something out of a magazine or pinterest board.

One day she comes in with a guy, who looks especially menacing and huge while trailing behind Nami. They make a stunning pair.

His gold earrings match Nami's bracelets.

The casual way she drags him around and he fondly shoves at her shoulder.

How green and orange makes him think of fresh oranges with big leaves hanging heavy from a branch.

They look familiar and so at ease with each other.

It's disappointing, knowing that Nami is taken. And that's what Sanji tells himself he's upset about. It's not that Nami is taken by a guy who might be every dream Sanji's ever had all smashed together. Nope. It's Nami. It's definitely Nami.

Maybe.

Damn it.

Sanji immediately gets started on the drinks, knowing what she'll get and wanting to have time to make her fancy drink. He is absolutely thrilled when they go sit down and settle in.

The guy sprawls in one of the chairs while Nami carefully sits and crosses her legs, hand up so she can rest her chin on it. She looks like she's lecturing him about something.

He brings the drinks over and places the black coffee in front of him and twirls around Nami a little before putting down her drink. He steps back and waits to see if she likes it.

They immediately swap drinks.

Nami chugs the black coffee without even flinching and the guy sips at the sweet drink while swirling the straw.

He got a sweet tooth after babysitting Chopper so much. That kid fucking loves candy.

Sanji doesn't know what to do.

First off, Nami is a badass. He makes that coffee, he knows for a fact it's strong as hell. You go, girl.

Second, the man has somehow gotten cream on his cheek while Sanji was still trying to process what he was seeing and Sanji's soul ascends to heaven at the cuteness while his mind crawls it's way to hell through a gutter.

He hears heels click on the floor and realizes someone had come in while he was distracted. He breifly wonders if he's died when he looks up and sees another absolutely stunning person.

It's a beautiful women that's walking toward them, tall and long blue hair. She smiles with dimples and Nami gets up to greet her with a kiss.

He doesn't know what to do. He just stands next to their table and short-circuits.

He looks at the man.

Who is glaring at the bottom of his cup and doesn't at all seem bothered by what's happening.

He looks back at the women, finally manages to catch a gold band on Nami's finger and a huge fucking rock on the other women's hand.

So the guy and Nami probably aren't together..

Interesting.

The man has taken out the straw and is licking the cream off it.

Sanji inwardly wails at the nosebleed he feels coming on and ignores the way his fingers itch for a cigarette.

He offers the man another one on the house, not that it matters really. Nami has never paid for anything in this shop and both those drinks were free. He's tilting his head towards where the women are still talking to show he thought they might stay awhile.

It's another sugar monstrosity, a black coffee, and a hot tea later that he gets a name.

Zoro

#one piece #zosan #sanzo #sanji #zoro #nami #vivi #namivivi #coffee shop au #mugiwara crew #strawhat pirates #straw hat pirates #mugiwarapirates #setting sail with greyskyflowers

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crystalwillow · 5 years

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Happy Christmas! [Skye x MC]

It was 6am on Christmas morning and all was peaceful. Well... mostly peaceful. Everywhere except one household. The Crandall’s. You see the thing about the Crandall’s is that they seem like your average family. But behind closed doors? ... woo boy, there’s a WHOLE other story.

“Skye! Get down here IMMEDIATELY!” her father boomed in a deep firm voice from downstairs, waking her from her sleep. She groaned as she rubbed her eyes yawning and making her way downstairs. “What.” She snapped at him sleepily. “What kind of person are you?! Why did you go around last night graffitiing the ENTIRE BACK YARD AND YOUR MOTHERS CAR!!!!?” He shouted getting right up in her face, behind him there was a clack of heels which just made Skye’s heart sink even more “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOUNG LADY?! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF YOUR BEHAVIOUR LAST NIGHT?!” She shrilled, also getting in her daughter’s face. Skye sighed “it wasn’t me.” She said lowly through gritted teeth. “Well then who was it?! Because Brian said he sa-“ her mother started to shrill again, but Skye snapped. And not like the time she snapped at the restaurant. This was worse. WAY worse. “JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! ... JUST! SHUT! UP!” She screamed as her hand flew up stopping just short of making contact with her mothers face. Breathing heavily from screaming the three all looked at Skye’s hand “no. Mom I’m sorry! I wasn’t really going to- I would nev-“ she started saying as tears filled her eyes “Save it.” Her father snapped and pointed up the stairs “go to your room Skye.” He said impatiently, pinching the bridge of his nose “but I didn-“ Skye began to protest “GO. TO YOUR ROOM!” He boomed in her face.

She ran back up the stairs towards her room, passing her brother, Brian, on the way who just laughed at her, shoving his shoulder into her as he past. Skye entered her room and slammed the door. She sat on her bed and silently let tears flow down her cheeks, then, her phone rang. Sniffling and calming herself down she answered “hey Bailey, how are y-“ she started whilst wiping the tears from her cheeks. “MERRY CHRISTMAS SKYE!!!!” two familiar voices chorused down the phone together. A small smile crept onto Skye’s face. “Merry Christmas Jenkins twins” she tried to chuckled but cried instead, “Oh... Oh no, Skye what’s wrong? Did we upset you?” Bailey said concerned “No... No you didn’t do anything. It’s my parents. We argued this morning. Again.” She sniffed down the phone. Bailey and Casey were the only two people that Skye currently felt okay being this emotional around. They didn’t judge her, they just let her cry everything out. “Why don’t you come round ours? Spend Christmas here!?” Casey chimed down the phone “Yeah, that’s an excellent idea!” Bailey added. “I- I wouldn’t want to intrude...” Skye said shyly “nonsense, we’ll ask our mom now” Bailey said resolutely. There was a padding of feet and shouts of “mom!” And “dad!” On the other end of the line. Skye smiled a little, she was thankful to have friends like Bailey and Casey. They reminded her of the important things in life. Soon there was a woop and Skye perked up at the sound. “So...?” Skye said optimistically, “Soooo... Get your butt over here Skye!” Bailey shouted excitedly “And bring your comfiest pyjamas and slippers!” Casey added “okay. See you guys soon” Skye said with a smile “see you soon! The twins sung down the phone and ended the call. Skye got up and cleaned away the tear marks on her face.

Soon Skye was arriving at Bailey’s house and made her way to the front door. Before she could even knock Bailey came rushing out of the door which had been flung open and crashed into Skye, sending them both barrelling into the snow on the front lawn. “SKYEEEEEE!” She exclaimed happily, “oof!” Skye said as she fell backwards into the snow. The two giggled before Bailey pushed herself up, then offered Skye her hand. She took Bailey’s hand and pulled herself up. The two headed inside and got ready for the day. Once they were in their pyjamas, they gathered in the living room with the rest of Bailey’s family and took seats on the couch. “Alright. First Movie, A Christmas Story” Bailey’s dad said enthusiastically. As he put the disc in the DVD Player, the rest all grabbed warm blankets and snuggled together.

A few hours later they had watched a few good movies and Bailey’s parents had been cooking the main parts of the Christmas meal, all that was left to be cooked were the vegetables. It was late afternoon by the time they were all sitting there with rumbling stomachs “who’s ready for dinner?” Bailey’s mom chimed. “Yes please!” Bailey and Casey said together, rather enthusiastically “I’d love to eat. If... that’s okay?” Skye asked “Of course sweetheart. We wouldn’t let you go hungry” Bailey’s mom smiled at Skye. They all washed their hands then took seats at the table.

After they were finished with dinner they gathered back in the living room to play some board games and exchange gifts, as Bailey’s parents went to clean the dishes from dinner and store the leftover food safely and Casey went upstairs to get Bailey’s gift for Skye, Bailey turned to her firey haired friend and gave a small smile. “So, how are you doing? Feeling any better??” She asked Skye with a brow creased with worry, “Yeah... I’m feeling a little better. Thanks” Skye said sincerely with a smile. The two hugged as Casey came running back in the room “Where is it butthead?” He said jokingly as he looked at Bailey. Confused for a moment she stared into his eyes, then it clicked. “Oh! It’s in my closet on the shelf on the left at the back. It’s in a frosty night themed bag” she said with a not so subtle wink. “Got it” Casey said and ran back upstairs to Bailey’s room “AND READ THE TAG!” Bailey shouted after him “WILL DO!” He shouted back. Skye giggled a little and looked at Bailey “you guys are kinda funny” she stated, Bailey smiled as opened her mouth to reply but her parents came back into the room, followed by Casey a few seconds later.

“Who’s ready to open presents?” Their dad asked smiling. They all said yes “me and Bailey first! Me and Bailey first!” Casey insisted as he picked up a gift from under the tree “Mom, this is for you” he said and passed her a rectangular shaped box “careful! It’s breakable” Bailey added as their mom carefully unwrapped the box. As she opened it she gasped, eyes welling with tears “Guys...” she said quietly as she took the necklace out of it’s box, looking at the details “open it. Look inside!” Casey said eagerly. Their mom opened the locket and started crying, inside were four pictures. One of them as a family, on of the twins together, one of them with their mom and one of their parents. The outside was engraved with their mom’s favourite flower and the words ‘We Love You Mom’ .

Bailey passed her mom some tissues. As she wiped her eyes and sniffled she gathered the children in a warm embrace “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” She said with a smile. They heard another sniffle and turned to see their dad crying too “oh no... we made DAD cry” Casey said jokingly with fake horror on his face. They all laughed, even Skye. They exchanged gifts until there was just one left “Okay. My turn” Bailey spoke, turning to Skye. “I got gifts for all our friends but... you’re here and well... I know you’ve had your eye on this for a while and how much you wanted it. The amount of times we’ve gone to town after school just so you can stare at it is wild. But, I wanted to get you something special. Because you’re an amazing friend Skye. Here. Merry Christmas” she smiled as she handed Skye the gift bag. Opening it carefully she peered inside but the gift was wrapped. She looked up at Bailey skepticly and she smiled back. Carefully she took the gift out and placed the bag on the floor. She had only teared off a little of the paper when a smile cracked on her face and she threw her head back “Bailey! You didn’t!” She exclaimed, not worried about holding back the happiness in her voice as she teared open the gift. Bailey smiled as Skye looked at the gift happily. “I saved up all of my allowance and babysitting money since you started going on about it. With that and my bargaining skills, I managed to get you this AND a pair of really nice boots I think you’ll LOVE”

Smiling at the vampire figurine in her hand, she then looked at Bailey. “Thank you. You’re... You’re honestly the best...” she said choking up “Damn Bailey. Now you’re ideas have gone and made SKYE cry” Casey commentated. They all shared a warm laugh. After calming down, Skye placed the figurine on the coffee table. “Bailey. Thank you, I don’t do the whole heartfelt thing but. This means a lot. You... and your family. You’ve made this Christmas feel so much better. I don’t-“ she catches herself starting to go off course and just hugs Bailey, who hugs back. After giving them a minute Bailey dad claps his hands softly “Who’s for hot cocoa with marshmallows and one final movie before bed?” He asks looking round the room. A chorus of me’s fills the room.

That night about halfway through the movie, Skye looked around the room as the Jenkins’ slept peacefully on the couches, smiling to herself. She finally got a day with no fighting, screaming or stress. As she placed her mug on the table she looked at her gift fondly. Finally, she knew what a true Christmas felt like. “Merry Christmas Jenkins Family” she whispered as she settled down on the couch next to Bailey and fell asleep.

// Credit for this idea goes to @the-unconquered-queen //

#skye crandall #syke x mc #high school story: class act #pixelberry choices #pixelberry #choices game #choices stories you play

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Nightfall (CH.11)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill. Rated M for eventual smut, language, violence, adult content.

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Chapter 11: The Silver Wolf

Claire paid the taxi driver and got out. She paused long enough on the curb to look around the busy streets of downtown Raccoon City. Traffic was heavy. It was rush hour time and everyone was heading home for the evening. Because of the short winter days, daylight was already succumbing to oncoming nightfall. It had been a bit warmer today with the sun showing itself, but Claire knew once it set, the temperature would drop to freezing fast. She bundled up in her parka and headed south down the sidewalk.

Crowded bodies filled the walkways, some walking south, others walking north or crossing the street when the light was red. She ignored the calls of the people around her, the sloshing of melting snow under tires, and the honking horns of rolling traffic. Carolers sang nearby and a Santa Claus rang a bell outside a store for donations. Most of this went right over Claire, her mind a maelstrom of thoughts and worries. She wondered what she would have to do next.

The younger Redfield had left a note for her brother claiming she had left to go babysit and would be home later this evening and would call if she had any problems. She only hoped that she would actually be able to return home tonight and that the blackmailing STARS Captain didn’t plan on keeping her longer than intended…or getting her killed.

Claire turned off from the sidewalk and entered a parking lot for a strip mall. She didn’t pay much attention to the stores. One was a clothing outlet and another was a bakery. The college student crossed the parking lot, heading for the row of bare landscaping trees in the center. About halfway there, the low rumbling of a car creeped up behind her. She tensed and quickly recognized the glossy, sleek luxury car. She halted, glaring at the tinted windows. Oh, how she didn’t want to do this…

With one last look around her surroundings, Claire opened the passenger door and entered the car. Inside, she was greeted with warmth from the heater, and the smell of leather and faint cologne. Clenching her jaw, she looked to the driver’s seat and unsurprisingly was greeted with a familiar leer.

“Miss Redfield, it’s dangerous to get into a stranger’s vehicle.” Wesker was still dressed in his STARS uniform and must’ve just got off from his shift. Chris would’ve just ended his as well.

Her glare didn’t falter. “Tell me about it.”

“Well, it’s good to know that you can follow directions. And punctual.

That irked her. “So?”

He wasn’t fazed by her tone, merely more amused. “Good work on the note, dear heart. And the splendid cover story of babysitting for William. You’re a clever one indeed. A woman after my own heart.”

“What heart?” she growled.

His dark smirk only grew.

She didn’t want to know how he knew the specifics. It didn’t matter anyway. It just confirmed that she was indeed trapped in his web, forever under his control. At least until a window of opportunity presented itself to her. She hadn’t given up yet. Redfields don’t quit…

“Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. What are you making me do this time?”

A familiar chime rang out. Wesker, still parked in the lot, pulled out his pager, a smirk growing on his face. “You’ll see, my dear.”

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Actually, yes, she could. After a long, boring phone call from Colonel Sergei asking for a status report on her “investigation”, Ada was summoned to NEST by Wesker. She didn’t mind dealing with him or William, they were both fun and interesting in their own ways, especially together. It was Annette that she didn’t want to get involved with. The woman had it out for Ada and put a damper on her mood any chance she got.

As soon as she made it to the visitor’s entrance to NEST, the agent was frisked down by security and forced to go through not only a decontamination spray but a programmed security scan by a computer. Needless to say, some of her gadgets were taken away. Miffed, Ada griped at security personnel as she waited for Annette to arrive and escort her. Why couldn’t it have been William? He’s a lot more fun…

“Hey! That isn’t a toy,” Ada snapped, watching a guard play with her lipstick. “You want your head blown off? Jesus.”

“With all these weapons, how are we to know you aren’t planning to assassinate Dr. Birkin?” another guard asked.

“Oh, totally. I was summoned here by Albert and that would be such a genius move on my part.” Her biting sarcasm was one of her more underrated virtues...sarcasm was a virtue, right? At least in her book. Better than having none, too.

“We’re just doing what we were instructed to do, Miss Wong,” the female greeter said with a nervous smile. “We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”

“You cannot always expect to get a red carpet arrival, Miss Wong.”

That voice. There she was. The wicked witch. Ada smiled sweetly and turned around to face the Queen of NEST.

Annette smirked sourly. “Waving around your passes from Lord Spencer and Colonel Sergei? They have no power here. This is my husband’s domain.”

“Annette, so good to see you again. Could you please take me to William? Kinda have to. Albert’s…insistence.”

Annette slowly nodded, her eyes flicking over to the security guards who had Ada’s confiscated items. “She is to get all of her supplies back when she departs. Handle them with the utmost care, she is a guest. We do have one other guest coming that will need to be searched, and he has a signed note of what needs to stay on him. Page me when he arrives.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Annette motioned to Ada after getting a visitor’s ID wristband for her. “Follow me.”

“Yay...”

The two women traversed NEST using their ID wristbands. Ada immediately noticed they were not going anywhere near William’s laboratory. They bypassed the underground facility and went into the sewers, using catwalks and following marked paths.

“Gonna take me out with the trash?” Ada quipped.

“Maybe one of these days.”

“What’s your problem with me anyway?”

Annette side-glanced her with a frown. “You’re a mole. I don’t trust you. I don’t care what Albert says.”

“Aw c’mon, Annie. Live a little.”

“Don’t call me that.”

They took a concrete tunnel that had multiple turns and doors, and Annette brought them to a red door. Ada hadn’t seen any other people, but knew they weren’t that far from NEST or the waste treatment plant.

The female Dr. Birkin rapped on the door. “Will, honey, it’s me.”

The door gave a hollow click, unlocked, and then opened. The King of NEST allowed them entry and closed and locked the door behind them. The room was a conference room of some kind. A long table surrounded with chairs took up most of it. An unused projector hung above, with one wall draped with a white screen. The table was clean except for a cup of coffee, a closed briefcase, a laptop, and a file with its contents of papers spread out by one chair. There were a few video feeds on one wall showing hallways and tunnels to and from NEST and the waste treatment facility. Attached to the conference room through a doorway was another room sporting a kitchen and vending machines.

“Ada, what a pleasant surprise,” William greeted sweetly, but soon noticed the glare from his wife and cleared his throat. “Please sit. Coffee?”

“I’m fine, thanks. I’ll just get my instructions and be on my way. Albert said it was time sensitive.”

“Oh, right. Of course.”

“You sound funny, Will. You got a cold or something?”

“Yes,” William answered as he shifted through the briefcase on the table, “But I created an immune boost overnight and took it a few hours ago and feel much better!”

Ada smiled. What a nerd…an ingenious, ruthless nerd…but still…

“Ahh, here we are,” William stated, pulling an envelope and handing it to the agent. “Have fun with that…”

“Thanks, hun,” she replied with a purr, deliberately smiling flirtatiously and ignoring Annette’s lightning eyes. “I’ll take my leave. Don’t worry, Annie. I know the way out. Ciao.”

William gawked as he waved her goodbye, but soon took notice of Annette’s lightning eyes now directed at him. “What?!”

Ada chuckled to herself as she swung the door shut behind her, leaving henpecked William defenseless with his wife.

William flipped through his notes, backtracking and confirming the results displayed on his laptop. He paused long enough to take a drink of his lukewarm coffee. He didn’t react to it, having been used to drinking coffee at all temperatures. His foot tapped restlessly as he worked. Annette should’ve been back by now, although William wasn’t sure if maybe he missed an important detail to her ranting earlier when he had tuned her out.

Ada this, Ada that, Albert this and that, blah blah blah. But there was something about Sherry’s Christmas present, fruit cake, a meeting with John at the Spencer estate, and…? Hmm, surely it wasn’t anything important.

The Umbrella Chief of Research paused long enough to actually think about it. He was in the private briefing room of the neighboring waste facility next door from NEST, waiting for Albert and Claire. Ada had been gone a couple of hours already with her assignment. So then what was taking his wife so long from going over the Plant 43 report?

Wait…didn’t she say something about another person showing up here to meet with Albert?

That’s what it was! But who was it? He really had picked the wrong time to zone out from Anne’s constant chatter.

Oh, look at that! Subjects 132 and 109 were a close enough match that G was able to reproduce flawlessly! And at a 23 percent time increase over Subjects 76 and 55! My genetics research is never wrong!

William rapped away on his laptop keys ecstatically until a knock sounded at the door behind him. Oh, right. Annette. That had to be her.

“Will, honey? It’s me.”

Indeed it was, and it was the code that everything was safe. William scooted his chair back and rose. He went over to the door and unlocked it. When he opened it, he remained in the doorway to see who this “other person” was that was supposed to meet with Albert.

He took one look and laughed. “Are you shitting me? Go away.”

Despite his wife’s protest, William went to shut the door in their faces, but a boot came in the threshold and stopped the door dead. William tried to shove, but the mercenary easily pushed the door open, making the G-Virus creator slide with the door like he weighed nothing.

“Fine…I guess I’ll let you in,” Will growled.

“I see you haven’t changed, comrade.”

“Uh, that’s Doctor Birkin to you.”

Nikolai Zinoviev smirked and looked at Anne. “Your husband. He’s like little angry puppy around me always. All bark, no bite, yeah?”

Annette sighed, half-rolling her eyes. “Please, Mr. Zinoviev. Don’t get him started.”

William crossed his arms with a huff. “I don’t need to bite. I’ve got people to do that for me.”

The mercenary’s smirk didn’t falter, and William grew even more miffed. What in the world did Albert need this jerk for? They all knew he was best buds with Sergei. His code name was “Silver Wolf” if William recalled, and he was a sergeant in the Colonel’s Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. A joke regiment, as far as he was concerned.

“Oh, right. Like comrade Wesker? I’m curious what you would do without him around, Doctor Birkin.”

“Brains always beats brawn, Nikky.”

The UBCS sergeant snatched William by the shirt and picked him up off the floor. “Well, it’s good thing I have both, no? And comrade Wesker, he has both, yeah? You, on other hand, just very big brain and mouth, and puny body.”

As they glared at each other, Annette pulled a pistol from her lab coat and tapped it on her thigh in plain sight of the two men. “Release my husband, Mr. Zinoviev.”

The Russian mercenary softly chuckled. “I am only having little fun. Everyone knows it is death wish to touch hair on his head.” He dropped William and patted him on the shoulder. “Ease up, Dr. Birkin. I am friend to you today.”

“Coffee, Mr. Zinoviev?” Annette asked when William and Nikolai sat down across from each other at the table.

“I accept your gracious offer. Thank you, Mrs. Birkin.”

“She’s also Dr. Birkin,” William said with a glare.

He looked away from the mercenary just long enough to page Wesker. He should have ended his shift at the RPD by now and would be picking up Claire.

“My apologies.”

Annette slipped into the other room to make their “guest’s” beverage. When she returned, she handed Nikolai his cup and sat down next to her husband. The silence that settled was stuffy and uncomfortable, but William and Nikolai only glared at each other.

Anne sighed. “Will, it’s not like you to be so quiet.”

“I don’t trust him.”

Nikolai’s lips slightly rose on one side, but he didn’t react much more than that. He looked the same since William saw him last. Still the short silver hair and steely dark gray eyes. He wasn’t dressed in his UBCS uniform though, just civilian clothes with a light jacket.

“He’s a friend of Albert’s, honey. All of his friends are shady assholes.”

“You’re definitely right about tha-hey!”

Annette smiled playfully his way before her pager beeped in her coat. She pulled it out and looked at the message. “There’s Li. He’s got a problem with the newest batch of MA-125 embryos. I’ll go handle it. Albert better get here soon. You and I have so much to catch up on.”

“He should be on his way, dear.”

His wife glared at the silent Russian mercenary. “Mr. Zinoviev, it would be in your best interest to listen to my husband and to keep yourself from antagonizing him. This is a warning.”

Nikolai looked to Annette as she rose from her seat, and the two kept each other’s gaze for a long, tense moment. The UBCS sergeant nodded with a polite smile. “Of course, Dr. Birkin. I’ll be on my best behavior. After all,” he turned his crafty eyes back to the Golgotha creator. “I wouldn’t want to piss off “big brother.”

Annette left the briefing room. William felt trapped and exposed at the same time. The silence ate at him once more. Nikolai looked around the room for a moment but soon his eyes landed back on William and stayed. The Chief of Research fidgeted in his seat, uneasy. He picked up his pencil and played with it, thinking.

I swear to God, Al, if you took a detour to stick your dick in the Redfield girl, I’m gonna kick your ass.

A long bout of silence longer, and William couldn’t take it anymore. He had to talk.

“So…I never asked before…How did you and Albert meet?”

Nikolai shrugged. “A few years ago, he and his sister arrived to Rockfort Island on business to deal with Ashford and his associates. An internal affair investigation led by the Umbrella Intelligence Division. At time, my rivalry with particular Umbrella Special Service agent, codenamed HUNK, had landed-

“HUNK? What kind of codename is that supposed to be?” Nikolai wasn’t amused about being interrupted and when he opened his mouth to continue, William just interrupted him again. “Is he really a hunk?”

The Russian mercenary sighed, agitated. “It had landed me in hot water to put mildly. It had nothing to do with them, but Wesker still pulled strings to lift charges and actually got me promoted afterward. So now we help each other from time to time.”

William wiggled his pencil in boredom to make it look like it was made of rubber. “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve known Albert since we were kids! We were both raised under James Marcus as his proteges.”

The UBCS sergeant rolled his eyes. “I know. Say…didn’t Dr. Marcus die under “mysterious” circumstances?” he grinned.

The G-Virus creator snorted. “No! He died under completely normal circumstances. Poor old bastard. He was like a dad to me.”

Watching him die at my feet was one of the best days of my life and I cannot wait for the same to happen with Spencer.

Nikolai chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

“Y’know, what does that tell you about your friendship with ‘ol Serggy? He obviously left you hanging in your time of need in that wretched place. Al would never do that to me. Just saying…”

“Conflict of interests, comrade,” Nikolai stated evenly, slightly narrowing his eyes. “He wasn’t allowed to.” The UBCS sergeant soon relaxed, shrugging. “Besides, Sergei and I are close enough friends to understand that we can and will sell each other out if right opportunity presents itself. Especially on his end. Same with Wesker and myself. What fantasy are you living in that Wesker isn’t using you, comrade? You’re obviously using him…protection mostly, as I have feeling you’d be dead already otherwise. Your arrogance and ambitions stem directly from fact that you know “big brother” protects you. Otherwise, you are coward.” Nikolai leered his way. “Just saying…”

William bristled but visually only offered a half-smirk. “Of course we use each other. I didn’t say that we didn’t, Nikky. But unlike your loyalty to your old friend Sergei, ours cannot be bought. It’s more of a “I’ll scratch your back if you’ll scratch mine” sort of situation...without any actual scratching.”

Nikolai laughed hollowly. “Anything can be bought, Dr. Birkin. Anything. You of all people know that. You blackmail this city for your own agendas. You don’t look it, but I know you’ve killed just as many people as Wesker has…sold them out, back-stabbed them, or even used them in experiments. Quit kidding self. You and Wesker are no different. The right offer just hasn’t been made.”

Albert had once told him that Nikolai had the potential to become more of a threat than Sergei. And now he knew why. He saw things differently than the Colonel. And his mind worked like Al’s in more ways than one.

William glared at the UBCS sergeant hard, bitter. Nikolai kept his gaze with his own sharp eyes, a sneer lurking on his lips. William subconsciously clenched the pencil in his hand hard. But nothing could be said between the two men before the door to the briefing room swung open. William should have looked, in case it was danger, as Annette had obviously forgotten to lock it again, but he and Nikolai didn’t move. That is, until a distinct voice broke them from their fuming trance. The subtleties of the tone told him that his partner was slightly annoyed, but anyone else would have just heard the business-like resonance.

“Nikolai. You and me. Let’s talk.”

William smugly smirked and waved goodbye with his fingers as Nikolai rose from his chair. Unaffected by neither Wesker’s tone or William’s snide, the Russian mercenary snorted and left the table.

“Good talking, Nikky!”

“William.”

The Golgotha creator hunkered and innocently looked his best friend’s way. He didn’t miss the glare meant for him behind the shades, but he motioned to the beautiful girl at his side. “Look after Miss Redfield. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Sure, pal.”

When Nikolai stopped to look at Claire, grey eyes both quite interested and wary, William didn’t miss the curl in Albert’s lip as he stepped in between them, motioning to the door. Nikolai took the hint immediately and left the room without looking back. The look Wesker gave Claire before following him out may have looked harmless enough, but William knew what it really meant. He gave the Redfield girl a gentle smile, offering her a seat next to him. After all, she didn’t realize that Albert was never going to let her go.

She relaxed a little when it was just the two of them and sat down with him.

“Coffee, my dear?” he asked. William didn’t like most people and never had concern over their lives or feelings. There were only a select few he genuinely cared for in his busy life, the rest was only an act, if he even bothered with it at all. But he found himself growing fond of Claire more and more, though wasn’t sure whether it was over Claire herself or the fact that his partner was unhealthily obsessed with her.

With a surrendering sigh, her forehead connected with the table and it made him smile. Both, definitely both.

Claire ignored William’s whistling tune as he made her a cup of coffee in the side room. When she heard the ceramic mug hit the tabletop, she raised her face off the table to see the fresh brew steaming nearby. She quietly took it with a quick nod of thanks to the eccentric researcher.

As she quietly blew her lips over the rim, her eyes carefully examined the room she was in. It was a conference room of some kind way down here in the sewers near the big, creepy Umbrella facility. She noticed the variety of things William had by his chair: a briefcase, a closed laptop, and a closed file with some pages poking out messily.

She took a sip, her eyes finally hovering on the door. “Who was that silver-haired guy?”

William, antsy, shifted nearly constantly in his chair next to her. Wesker wasn’t kidding. The guy was a fiend of restlessness. “Huh?” She must have jerked him from his own thoughts. “Oh, Nikolai? He’s an asshole, don’t worry about him.”

“Do you know why Wesker brought me here?”

“Yes,” William answered, and patted the briefcase sitting on the table near him. “All in here. But I’ll let him go over it with you. I’m out as soon as he gets back.”

Claire grabbed his arm hard, instinctively putting pressure where Chris had taught her for self-defense. “Don’t leave me alone with him!”

“Ow! Retract the claws, sweetheart! You’ll be fine! He doesn’t bite…all the time.”

She glared his way and squeezed harder.

“Ow, I was just joking! Why are you redheads so mean to me?!”

Claire let him go with a huff. She fumed to herself while William rubbed his arm, pouting. Once she calmed down, she looked at him. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I just…want out of this.”

William sighed. “No harm, no foul. And I understand. Unfortunately, that is between you and Al. I can’t help you with that. But he likes you enough…just do what he says and get it over with. Like I said before, he’s giving you a chance that he's never given anyone.”

Claire lowered her eyes to her hot coffee. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

They were both quiet for a long moment, and then William gently offered a change in subject. “My daughter adores you. She raved about you nonstop the other day.”

Claire smiled. “Sherry was a doll. It was a real treat meeting her.”

William grinned proudly. “She’s super smart, like her parents. And real self-sufficient.”

“She seemed lonely to me.”

William frowned. “Yeah…our lives are kinda hectic. Our work keeps us away most of the time. She has a hard time making friends, and well, Anne and I just never got around to giving her a sibling. And her godfather doesn’t have any children for her to play with. We tried pets, but that was a no-go. Dogs take too much work and Anne is allergic to cats. I got a baby alligator for her one time though.” William hesitated, thinking hard while tapping his chin. “What happened to that thing?”

“Do you and Annette not have other family? Parents, siblings? No cousins for Sherry to play with?”

The Umbrella researcher flinched, but he did so in a way that Claire barely caught it. “Nah. Anne’s parents and older sister don’t talk to her and don’t live here. Me? I was an orphan. Umbrella has programs that help orphans and foster children into new homes to put it simply. I was taken in by a man named James. Went to a private school. Even though I was a one-of-a-kind child prodigy, I…got bullied a lot. Was there for about a year until James took in Albert as well. We were in the same boat, so to speak…orphans with nowhere else to go.” Will half-smiled as he thought back to those memories, and Claire sensed sadness there. “Al wasn’t very friendly at first. I mean, he’s never really been friendly to anyone except me and that took quite some time. Poor kid had been through hell. I was his punching bag for a bit, but mostly he kept to himself. I tried everything to be his friend, but that just made things worse. We fought a lot. One day I accidentally destroyed a project of his. I tried to rebuild it with what I had on hand and...well...it didn’t turn out so great. So, I’m expecting the usual knuckle sandwich he likes to feed me when he shows up, but he doesn’t. He just...laughs. I actually made the little bastard laugh! After that, we were instant best friends, brothers. I never had to worry about bullies again. We raced through school and college, as we were both prodigies. But we also went through absolute hell together. Umbrella offered us positions in research and development of medicines. And the rest is history.”

Claire took in the story, moved in a way she never thought to expect. She had known from Sherry that Wesker was a researcher as well, but now she wanted to know what made him become Captain of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, of all things. “So, if Wesker was a researcher like you, why isn’t he one now? Why become a cop?”

“He’s still a researcher part-time...among other things.” Will cleared his throat. “And let’s just say Al became a cop because he has a strong sense of justice and wishes to help people.”

“Help people?” Claire snorted loudly. “Yeah, right.”

“Trust me, if you start down that rabbit hole, you’ll wind up dead fast. Best to just let it go, cupcake.”

Point taken. She was sure Wesker’s motives in law enforcement weren’t for anything good. Claire decided to change the subject, wondering what else she could dig for. “So, what happened to James?”

William’s eyes fell down and away. “Oh…he, uh, passed away. ‘Bout a decade ago. Anne, Sherry, and Albert are the only family I’ve got.”

The college student could tell that he was deliberately keeping parts out, but didn’t press it. She took a drink of her coffee, studying him. “You said Wesker went through hell. What happened to him? And what about his sister? He told me he had one.”

“An older sister by one year. Albert didn’t find out about her until later. Eh, a complicated matter, really. As for what happened to him, it isn’t for me to say. But it wasn’t nice.”

Claire only grew more curious and found herself feeling a tiny bit sad over what could’ve possibly happened to Wesker and William both. Obviously, certain events throughout their lives had turned them into the people they were today. She wanted to know. More clues proving that Wesker wasn’t just some power-hungry psychopath. There was a reason he was the way he was and he did the things he did. Everything he did had a purpose. And all of his goals seemed to point to power and control.

Claire wondered if maybe something happened to Wesker out of his control when he was young that damaged him. Or maybe she was just giving him too much credit.

The younger Redfield let it go. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll never feel sorry for him after what he’s done.”

William half-smirked. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel that way. Just saying what happened. I love Al like a brother, but he is a monster. A brotherly monster, so to speak! A monster created through circumstances out of his control and he never let it go. And, well, I’m no different. Albert’s always been treated as a weapon or a tool...what they created was something far worse that can never be ruled again. You know what they always say in those comics? Heroes aren’t born, they’re made. The same applies to villains. But the thing about good and evil and all the gray in between, Claire, is that it’s a matter of perspective.”

So, she was right after all. There was more to him than met the eye...

I am no longer the ruled...I am the ruler…

Claire was quiet, taking in the genius researcher’s philosophy. She really didn’t know what to say to it, but her chance was soon lost when she heard the room’s door open. The air immediately changed, and she didn’t even have to look to know that it was Wesker who had returned. She was surprised to see that his silver-haired companion was nowhere in sight. But where Claire had instantly glared his way as he slowly approached them, taking off his sunglasses, William instantly brightened with a lopsided grin.

“Did you have a nice chat with ‘ol Nikky? He sure is a grouch. No sense of humor at all!”

She would have relaxed from William’s usual boast of teasing and humor had Wesker not been eyeing her closely since entering the room. Without the shades, his stare was even more unnerving than usual - even though Claire couldn’t help but to admit that he did have captivating eyes.

The younger Redfield’s heart jumped to her throat the second he gave her a devious smile, but thankfully his eyes soon left her. She almost staggered and felt like collapsing when the pressure that she had felt from his scrutiny fell off her like a crushing weight. Her stomach felt funny from the sudden and unexpected adrenaline rush. Lightheaded, she stayed quiet while Wesker offered William his most sarcastic smirk.

“What’s wrong, Will? Don’t like sharing my attention?”

Will scoffed and waved his old friend off waggishly. “Me? Jealous? Hell no. I’m way more charming than he is. Funnier, too. And better looking, just for the record!”

The chuckle Wesker produced was gentler than usual. “Obviously, there is no competition.”

Wesker placed his hands on Claire’s shoulders. She flinched in her seat, shivering as his cool fingers kneaded her skin in an unmistakably possessive manner that was meant to intimidate her and assert his dominance over the situation - and her.

Fucking creep! Claire couldn’t help but curse him silently as she stiffened under his unexpected touch. But she soon noticed that her own body started betraying her beneath his massaging.

“Was our lovely assistant here any hassle for you?”

She braced, as though his fingers would turn into claws and tear into her, hands forming into fists in her lap as she stared hard at William. He tapped a pencil he was holding on the table, gaping at them for a moment, and Claire was sure he was indifferent to her internal suffering.

“Oh, no trouble at all. Pleasant company as always, Al. Without a punch to my attractive face, I might add.”

“Good.”

Claire glared at him, but the eccentric researcher suddenly sneaked a tiny smile and winked at her in an excessively conspiratorial manner. He grabbed the briefcase near him and slid it across the table to the seat on her other side without breaking eye contact with her. Wesker let her go and moved over to the briefcase and the younger Redfield just about collapsed in relief. She released a shaky breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

William stood up with an over-dramatic stretch. He picked up his closed laptop and folder and slipped them under his arm. “Well, I better get back to the lab. I’ve got cells from “you know what” to go over with faulty ribosome and polypeptide structures that need analysis.” He pushed in his chair and lazily saluted Claire. “Always a pleasure, Claire. Be good.”

He didn’t even have a chance to take one step towards the exit before Wesker grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him back. “Whaaaaat?” he groaned like an indignant teenager.

Wesker’s smirk was a malicious kind of playful. “Will, my dear friend, did you not hear? Claire is babysitting Sherry for you.”

William laughed. “Sherry hasn’t needed an actual babysitter in almost three years! I mean except for you, Uncle Alby!”

Wesker snickered and then suddenly punched Will in the gut hard enough to make him lurch and yelp, though he wheezed a laugh. “Fuck, ow!”

Claire jumped to her feet. “Jesus! Why the hell do you hurt him if he’s your friend?!”

William, grimacing, waved her off, still wheezing snickers. “S’all good. It’s how he shows affection.”

Once William got his breath back, he shoved Wesker away from him and straightened his lab coat. “So…I take it the babysitting thing is the cover-up with her brother? Clever!”

“You should pay her for it, Will. Make it look legitimate.”

William glared at Wesker. “You pay her! All I got is the grocery allowance! Besides, she’s your “project”. Not mine!”

Claire quickly grew annoyed. “I don’t want any blood money from anyone, let alone you two assholes.”

“Hey, my grocery allowance is not blood money. I keep that in an entirely different account, thank you very much.”

“All I want to do is finish this and get my freedom. Can we move on, please?” Claire groused.

“You heard the lady, Al,” William said with a shrug. “Get to it! I gotta get back to work.”

The eccentric researcher took his leave while rubbing the sore spot in his stomach. When the door shut and Claire was left alone with Wesker, the atmosphere seemed to electrify. She stared at the door, regretting having hurried William out the door. Wesker’s imposing presence silently seemed to push all the air out of the room as he walked around her backside, his hand skimming along her back. She desperately swallowed the effects it had on her, though she couldn’t stop the goosebumps from sprouting on her skin.

“Well, dearheart,” he murmured finally. “Time to get to work...we have much to discuss and plan. No time like the present...”

He wrapped his arm firmly around her shoulder then, pulling her closer than she was comfortable with. He turned her to the table, where the briefcase contents were now out on the table. One look and Claire had a really, really bad feeling…She was about to get in way over her head…

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MFR #10 Minipost: TRR

TRR Fanfic is abundant and I love it!

Here’s a list of the work I read for TRR in the last two months.

Epiphany (series) by @ao719

In this series – we get to see what may have happened in Liam let fear keep him from proposing to MC (Daniella) when he had the chance. Instead, he didn’t choose her out of fear that doing so would put her more in harm’s way. When Daniella returns and Liam has to watch her fall for another man … let’s just say sparks fly. Come see if Liam can prove he still has what is needed to get the girl.

The Consequence of Secrets – Part 18 – The ICU by @blackcatkita

The pregnant Queen is finally awake. She’s on anesthesia and a bit high – so that’s entertaining. Liam’s anger is thawing towards Drake (finally!) This series is so good – so if you haven’t started it – it’s time to catch up. And if you’ve been waiting for the next chapter – here it is!

Vengeance (series) by @ao719

Colette comes to Cordonia on a mission. Drake seems to know her and be able to vouch for her. Liam, of course, falls for her quickly. As people in high places end up in jail for their illegal activities, Colette’s life is threatened. Is Colette a danger to the crown? Will Liam be able to keep her safe?

Guarded Hearts by @lolablackwrites

In the most recent chapter (37), Bas and Alice are back together. Bas asks Alice to move in with him! We get more of BFF Frankie. A delightful conversation occurs between Alice and Bertrand. This chapter made me snort coffee. It hurt but it was so worth it. As the president of the Bastien Fanclub – I’m telling you that you must read this if you love Bas!

Worth the Wait by @speedyoperarascalparty

Happy Father’s Day Drake Walker!

The Sins of the Father by @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat

Liam learns that Drake is his brother. Come find out how that happened.

Running on Fumes by @cocomaxley

When exhausted men babysit their children, they learn the importance of tagging their strollers.

Liam’s Journal (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

TRR book 1 through Liam’s 5 senses. You know the story – but not this intimately.

A Question of Paternity (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Riley marries Drake and quickly learns she is pregnant. Is it possible that Drake is not the father?

Marry Me by @theroyalweisme

Drake watches the love of his life marry someone else. It’s beautiful anguish.

Family Secrets (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Bertrand knows there’s a sister Beaumont out there. Maxwell doesn’t. Maxwell invites Nev to come compete for Liam. The stage is set for secrets to reveal something good or make life more complicated.

Whatever Comes Next by @drakewalkerwhipped

Drake and Jaela are on their honeymoon. This is a chapter of love, smut, tenderness AND plot.

A Twist in the Tale by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Things are a little different in this story about when Liam learns what happened with Tariq.

Living with Consequences by @argylemnwrites

Drake and Riley agreed their child could be the next heir to the throne and regretted it almost immediately … come find out a few of the reasons why. I particularly love how Drake and Riley are on the same page at the end.

Sweethearts (series) by @elles-choices

Liam is King. Lola is a fashion icon. They’ve found a way to get back together but that’s still not public knowledge. In this NSFW chapter, Liam lets Lola know that she can be seen with someone else, but he owns her body and heart.

July 1: Home by @darley1101

Liam and Karin (MC) take a moment to breath and remember how lucky they are.

Finding Riley (series) by @emceesynonymroll

An amazing AU where we learn that Riley isn’t who she originally claimed to be but she may just be what Cordonia needs. This was so creative, I was hanging on every new chapter.

Unexpected (series) by @ao719

Driam x Riley – it’s NSFW, it’s sexy, no one has been able to clearly think through their feelings on their own, let alone share those feelings … but there’s a lot of love to go around. I cannot wait to see where this one goes! And in the meantime – every chapter is HOT HOT HOT!!!

We Owe Him by @drakewalkerwhipped

The conversation we all deserved between Drake and MC about naming a child the next heir. It’s real, it’s honest, it’s intense.

The Secrets Out (series) by @ao719 (CGW)

Liam has a cousin that Anitah had a one-night stand with and never mentioned anything … Liam is very drunk when he learns this and says shit he never should have even thought. Check out this series to learn how Liam learns this truth and then whine with me for more so we can learn how Liam gets out of the dog house.

One Handsome Devil (series) by @onehandsomedevil-trr

Follow the TRR story that you love with greater details. Drake with with MC (Kate) and right now Liam is with Hana. Liam and Hana is not a pairing I usually like – but it works. Come see why.

The Royal Honor by @katedrakeohd

This is going to kind of follow the plot of The Royal Heir … but with @katedrakeohd flair.

Pas de trois (series) by @ritachacha

Maxwell has married MC (Riley). She has had a few flings with Liam … which Maxwell has just recently learned and is not thrilled by. Liam has asked for permission to be with Riley so that an heir might be born. No one seems to be speaking their full truths – least of all Riley and Maxwell. But the sex they’re having is hot. I can’t wait to see where things go from here.

Fall Apart (series) by @debramcg1106

Riley and married Liam and let’s just say that Drake is not handling that very well. Drake has friends who want to help – and some who will force him to get help. Will he accept it?

Totally, One-Hundred Percent Brand New Information by @argylemnwrites

A delightful story about how and when Maxwell figures out that Riley has fallen for Drake. Maxwell is such a good friend!

Treason Never Wins (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Liam and Riley are trying to get down the aisle, but Anton may find a way to stop the wedding. Will everyone survive?

Don’t Confuse Having a Career with Having a Life by @choicecrossover

Ana De Luca interviews Bastien and Rinda. While I believe that MFackenthal would give a better interview, I am in love with Bastien and Rinda. This interview is just one more reason why.

Worlds Collide: Prologue by @cordoniansgonewild

An AU to the original AU – The start of a social season where Liam isn’t the only guy looking for a partner in life.

All He Wanted by @emceesynonymroll

Drake wakes up one morning to the life he always thought he wanted … but everything is not as it seems. Come figure out what is going on.

Be Careful What You Wish For (series) by @bobasheebaby

Liam does not accept that Rebecca could really choose Drake and he continues to pursue her after their marriage. If you get in Liam’s way – you may end up dead. Can Liam be stopped?

I’m Flossy by @cordoniansgonewild

Liam’s dance is caught for others to see.

The Pain is In the Knowing (series) by @ritachacha

In this beautifully written and bittersweet story – Maxwell is in love with Savannah. Will he tell her or let her marry his brother?

Obsessed (series) by @speedyoperarascalparty (CGW)

Drake and Pam have a stalker. This person is closer than we want. Danger! Danger! Can Drake keep Pam safe?

More than This by @hopefulmoonobject

To be honest, I had a small hand in the creation of this one – so yeah yeah bias blah blah blah. But seriously – it’s sooooo good and popular demand has asked for it to become a series. I cannot wait to see where things go! Leo is trying to turn a new leaf. He’s getting clean from alcohol, but other addictions are harder to let go … then he meets a woman that might just be worth staying healthy for.

The Masterlist for @stopforamoment

Bas and Rinda. Rinda is my spirit animal. This series is AMAZING! It’s the slow burn of slow burn. I had to edit a few chapters just to get a damn kiss! BUT Rinda is full of life. She’s soulful. She brings out a lighter side for Bas. The humor in this series will surprise you at times. I read series 1 – 6 in two days and will be catching up on the next 20 series as soon as I can.

All the Stars (mini-series) by @ao719

Liam and MC (Lauren) have a child, but Lauren stays in New York to raise their child. Can Liam convince her to come to Cordonia? Bring some tissues for the later chapters.

The Commoner’s Wife (series) by @dcbbw

Riley has married Drake – but is it out of obligation or love? Liam and Riley are having an affair. Liam wants Riley but he also wants the sneaking around to end. What does Riley want? Drake isn’t as in the dark as everyone is trying to convince him to be. It’s complicated and sexy and I cannot wait to see where things go from here. (Many thanks to @darley1101 who told me to read this!)

All Is Not What It Seems (series) by @whenyourheartskipsabeat

Is Liam cheating on Riley with Hana?

Addicted (Preview 2) by @indiacater

Liam and Naima were addicted to each other in the past. They’ve been forced apart but now Naima is back – and the addiction is too. Things are going to get delightfully messy.

Crazy Week by @butindeed

It’s all in the title ;) It’s a crazy week for Riley, Liam, Drake, Hana and more. A TRR AU.

A Peek Behind Liam’s Instagram (series) by @the-soot-sprite and @zaffrenotes

Pictures may say more than words – but that won’t keep the Cordonian crew from sharing their opinions.

Shameless Promotions:

The MFackenthal Show with @cordoniansgonewild: Think Ellen meets choices. In this episode, the ladies of Cordonian’s Gone Wild take over The MFackenthal Show – let the shenanigans and drinking commence while you learn how these four ladies make the magic happen.

From the World’s Collide AU with @cordoniansgonewild come 5 interviews with MFackenthal and the guys:

**MFackenthal Interviews Liam from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Drake from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Rashad from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Leo from @cordoniansgonewild

**MFackenthal Interviews Maxwell from @cordoniansgonewild

#MFackenthal Reviews TRR #TRR #MFR #10 #minipost

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The Air You Breathe {CH} 1

A/N: hi hello everyone since wouldn’t miss a chance is soon coming to an end i’ve decided to post the first part of my new calum fic which is stepbrother!calum and i’m super excited about it so i hope y’all like it

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“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR mother is actually getting married.” Nevada laughed as she scrolled through her phone.

“Tell me about it,” April snorted and shook her head. She was still in disbelief that her mother was getting remarried to a man she had been with for only a little over a year. April was happy for her mother, of course she was, but she didn’t understand why she had to get married.

April never thought her mother would find love after her father passed away, and she was happy she did, but she wasn’t too fond of the idea of having a step-father and two new siblings. Sure, they were step siblings, but still. April was an only child, so she didn’t know what having siblings was like, and she was indifferent about the idea of two new people in her life.

“David has kids right?” Nevada questioned. It was like she was reading April’s mind, since that’s all she was thinking about, so she simply nodded her head. “How old are they?”

“No clue,” April sighed and puckered her lips, applying her deep red lipstick before giving herself a once over in the mirror. She was getting ready for the rehearsal dinner, which she was dreading, and forcing Nevada to come with her as moral support. Unfortunately April was miserably single, so she was bringing Nevada as her date to the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. Nevada was already invited to the wedding, being like a second daughter to April’s mother, but since she was being forced to be April’s date, she couldn’t bring one of her own. “Not looking forward to meeting them, though.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ll finally have siblings!”

“I’ve gone twenty-one years without siblings, Nev,” April laughed. “I don’t need any now.”

April still couldn’t believe that she hadn’t ever met David’s kids, with her meeting him on multiple occasions and he and her mother being so serious, she thought it was strange. She knew he had a son and a daughter, both of them living in different cities than her own, but she didn’t know anything else about them. April was sure her mother mentioned their names, but April’s memory didn’t serve her too well, so she wasn’t surprised that she was drawing a blank when it came to their names.

“Alright,” April switched her purses, from the black backpack purse she used to a smaller clutch that matched her black dress, and strapped her red heels onto her feet. “Let’s get this over with.”

Nevada offered to drive the two of them to the venue where the dinner was being held, knowing that April would want to get a little bit drunk to deal with the dinner and meeting the new additions to her family, so she didn’t mind being the designated driver for the night. She knew that they would both be getting drunk at the wedding the next night, so Nevada didn’t see the point in getting drunk two nights in a row. But she knew her best friend had to.

The rehearsal was in full swing when April and Nevada showed up, only a few minutes late due to April’s poor time management skills, and her mother only scolded her a little bit. Melinda knew that April wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of having new family members, so she was easy on her. For now.

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Calum exhaled the heavy sigh he had been holding in, swirling the whiskey around in the cup he had been babysitting for the past hour. He looked around the venue and frowned. He didn’t know many people there, only a handful, which included his three best friends, his grandparents, his father, and his older sister. He wasn’t too pleased with his father getting married to a woman he had only met once before, but he had voiced his opinion on the matter multiple times, and his dad told him to keep his thoughts to himself.

Calum was sure that Melinda was just marrying his father for his money. I mean, a fifty-two year old woman marrying an almost sixty year old man after being together for only a little over twelve months? To Calum, it didn’t add up. He didn’t want to straight up tell his father that he was marrying a gold digger, because, well, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure she was, but he had plenty to say about it to his best friends.

“You look miserable,” Mali exhaled a breathy laugh at her younger brothers permanent scowl that he was sporting since the day he found out his father had proposed to Melinda. Mali nudged Calum’s shoulder with her own and tried to cheer him up, tried to get him to crack at least the smallest smile. “Come on, Cal.” She sighed heavily. “You pouting about this isn’t going to make dad change his mind.”

“Wish it would,” Calum grumbled and downed the rest of his drink, knowing that he would need at least a little buzz to get through the night. “Don’t get why he has to marry her. Makes no sense.”

He drowned Mali’s words out as he watched two girls enter the diner hall, breathless with apologetic looks on their faces. One of them was short and blonde, the other tall and brunette, looking nothing alike so Calum knew they couldn’t be sisters. He watched as the brunette rolled her eyes, ignoring Melinda completely as she, what seemed like, scolded the two of them.

“Calum, Mali,” David’s voice brought Calum back to life and he blinked, looking up at his father expectantly, who had a small smile on his face. It seemed he was always smiling these days. “Melinda’s daughter just arrived. I’d like the two of you to introduce yourselves to her.”

Mali and Calum shared looks. Mali looked excited almost and Calum was sure he looked the exact opposite. There was no way Calum was going to introduce himself to his new step-sister. He didn’t know her, had never met her before, but he already knew he didn’t like her.

“Let’s go.” Mali grabbed Calum’s arm, yanking him up against his will and dragged him across the room to where Melinda and the two unnamed girls, one of which was Melinda’s daughter, were.

“Mali! Calum!” Melinda smiled happily when she saw the two approach them. Her and David shared a quick kiss, it lasting no longer than a second, before Melinda motioned to April. “Calum, Mali, this is my daughter April and her best friend Nevada. Girls, these are David’s kids, Calum and Mali.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Instead of shaking April’s outstretched hand, Mali pulled her in for an unexpected hug, which April hesitantly returned. April was surprised that the girl was so welcoming, but she was glad she wasn’t a total bitch like she expected her to be. “We’ve heard lots about you, haven’t we, Cal?”

“Uh, yeah. Heard lots.” Calum pursed his lips and gave April a once over. There was no denying that she was attractive, but Calum couldn’t let that fill his head. She was going to be his step-sister for Christ’s sake. That was borderline incest, Calum thought. “‘S nice to meet you, I guess.”

“Calum,” David scolded him, but Calum’s behavior towards April didn’t bother her or surprise her in the slightest, considering she felt the same way when meeting him and his way too nice sister. Mali, April could maybe warm up to, but Calum? She didn’t think they would get along too well.

“Nice to meet you, too.” April pursed her lips, putting on the fakest smile that made Nevada stifle her laughter, because she knew damn well that it was most certainly not nice to meet them, but April was nice, or at least trying to be, for her mothers sake.

After their brief encounter and introductions to each other, Calum swiftly excused himself from the conversation and made a beeline for the bar where his three best friends found home at. He ordered his usual whiskey on the rocks and downed it in one gulp.

Ashton cocked an eyebrow at him. “You good?”

Calum took a good look at his new step-sister. She was pretty, with long brunette hair, tanned skin no doubt from the summer sun, and a pretty smile that would make any guy do a double take at her. Calum’s disappointment increased tenfold when he realized that he would have to be around this pretty girl all the time now, since the three adults were being forced by their respective parents to spend the summer together in the Hampton's at the mansion that David owned, not being able to do anything about the attraction he felt towards her, because, well, they were going to be related.

Calum was definitely not good. This was going to be one long ass summer.

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bastardnev · 6 years

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That Guy Next Door -- Ch. 12

me last night, after reading that ao3 was gonna be down in the morning: huh, that’s not a problem!!

me now, after trying to upload this chapter to ao3 during the Known About Down Time: what the F U C K

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Neville had initially thought that Wade getting together with Austin would be a good thing for him -- and it definitely was. Wade was notably happier as of late, and in general his life seemed to be improving, especially now that he had a partner by his side. (Of course, having a job for the first time in so long was definitely contributing to his mood, but it was clear that Austin had a more profound effect on him). Neville hadn’t seen Wade in such high spirits since they were both in college. It made him feel good seeing his best friend putting himself out there again.

There was one downside to the whole thing, though, as Neville learned one Friday afternoon -- Wade being in a relationship meant that his availability to babysit was greatly reduced.

“Since when did the two of you have plans for today?” Neville asked, feeling only a little panicked as he watched Wade put his jacket on.

“Uh, since two weeks ago?” Wade replied, as if it were obvious. “I’ve been telling you about today’s date for days.”

“I thought you said it was next week. Didn’t you?”

“No. No I did not. Have you been paying attention? Come on, Nev, keep up.”

“I-- Hm.” Neville wanted to argue back, but he knew that Wade was right -- he’d been mentioning the date here and there for some time now. Hell, he’d even brought it up during dinner the night before (though Neville was tired from a long day of work, so he hadn’t really been paying much attention to what he was saying). It made no sense for him to be fretting this much over something he already knew all about.

But of course, he was. Not only because it was more or less in his nature to be worrying all the time, but because Wade and Austin’s day out only made things even more complicated for him.

The problem was that Neville also had something planned for that day -- he was supposed to go into the office and help out with a meeting (meaning that he would most likely be standing around in the corner the whole time bored out of his mind, which was about par for the course any time he was asked to lend the bigwigs a hand). Neville wanted to back out, and in a way he could since he had a legitimate excuse (Fridays were his work-from-home days, after all) but he knew it wouldn’t look good. The last thing he wanted was to be on the receiving end of a lecture. Like it or not, he had to go.

This meant that he would need someone to watch the girls, who were still at school (and also needed to be picked up, now that that he thought about it), but without Wade he didn’t have anybody. He hadn’t thought to call a sitter at any point since his friend was always available, but today was different. He truly was in a tough spot.

“Can’t you just leave them by themselves?” Wade asked, leaning back against the wall. “I mean, Jen’s the big one-oh. I dunno if you knew that or not.”

“She’s only been going on about it for close to four months now.”

“I think she’s old enough to take care of herself and Daze for a few hours.”

“She is, but…” Neville hesitated. “I don’t know, I don’t feel very comfortable doing that just yet. I’d rather wait until she’s a bit older to start leaving her in charge.”

“Aww, come on. I remember that my parents let me stay home alone when I was her age, and look at how I turned out!”

“Yes, because you’re a stellar role model.”

“Damn straight. And, since I’m so great, your children’ll end up just as amazing as me if they follow in my footsteps. I repeat, Jen’s capable of holding down the fort for a little while.”

“Wade, no offense, but if I raise my kids to be like you then we’re going to be in a world of trouble.” Neville crossed his arms. “If I’m being honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be fully ready to accept that she’s actually old enough for certain things. It just feels… weird admitting that.”

“Aww, she’s always gonna be your li’l girl, huh?” Wade teased. “Just wait until she starts dating.”

“Oh, Christ, don’t even bring that up… I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.” Neville shook his head. “To get back on topic -- I’d rather not leave them here by themselves. And besides, how are they gonna get home from school? Neither of them have money for the bus, and it’s too far to walk.”

“Good point.” Wade scratched the back of his head. “God, I feel bad about leaving them… I mean, I can see if Austin is willing to reschedule.”

“No, no, don’t do that. You’ve been looking forward to today. I don’t wanna ruin your fun.” As inconvenient as it was, Neville hated interfering in plans that had been in the works for weeks. He wasn’t that much of a killjoy.

Wade pursed his lips before suddenly snapping his fingers. “Wait, why don’t you ask Mustafa to take care of them?”

“Moose?”

“Yeah! He’s done it before, hasn’t he?”

“He has.”

“And didn’t you say something about him being off today because of a school event?”

“Yeah, he told me he’d be able to leave early.” Mustafa had been reminding him (see: gloating) about this fact for almost the entire week.

“So why not see if he can watch ‘em?”

“Well…” Neville had to admit that it was a good idea. Mustafa had made a promise to Neville that he would always help him when it came to Jen and Daisy, be it babysitting or otherwise. Since then he’d proven that he meant what he said -- on mornings when Neville had to leave earlier than usual, Mustafa would take the time to drop them off at school, and he would even drive them to friends’ houses every now and again. Neville was lucky to have him.

But… “I’m not so sure about that, to be honest,” he said.

“Why not?”

“I’ve already asked him to help me a few times this week. I’d feel weird asking him to do me another favor. Don’t want him getting fed up or thinkin’ that I’m taking advantage of him. And it’s his day off, too. He’s not gonna be in any mood to leave the house.”

“You really think he’d get mad at you over this? That doesn’t sound like the Mustafa you’re constantly raving about. I think he would have told you by now if you were getting to be too much.”

“That’s true…”

“And this is something that you really need help with, too. You need a last minute babysitter, and he’s available. He said he’d lend you a hand when you needed it -- and, well, you need it. Simple as that. All you’re doing is taking him up on his offer. Nothing wrong with that.”

“This is also true.”

“I have a tendency to tell the truth a lot.”

Neville felt around in his pockets for his phone, pulling it out. “I guess I’ll try texting him and see what he says.”

“Trust me, he’ll say yes.”

Me: Hey, what are you up to?

A few minutes passed, and Neville still hadn’t received a response. “Why’s it taking him so long to reply?” He huffed under his breath, checking the time. He still had about a half hour until he had to go, so it wasn’t like he was in any rush, but he would prefer not to be left hanging until the last minute.

“Neville, it’s been three minutes at most.” Wade rolled his eyes. “God, you really need to chill.”

“You know damn well that word isn’t in my vocabulary.” As Neville finished saying this, his phone went off.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: Well I WAS napping.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: Key word: was.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: >:(

Me: Oops. Sorry about that, love.

Guy Who Likes Getting His Hair Pulled: It’s fine, I’m only teasing you. ;) So, what’s up?

Me: Are you by any chance able to watch the girls for me today? I gotta go into work for this dumb meeting, and Wade has a date, so I’ve got no one to pick them up from school or keep an eye on them afterwards.

Neville didn’t receive a reply to his last message, and he chewed his lower lip. Over ten minutes had already passed -- maybe he really was bugging him.

“Has he said anything yet?” Wade asked, looking over Neville’s shoulder at their conversation. Neville shook his head, and he decided to send off another text.

Me: I’m really sorry to ask you for another favor. It’s okay if you don’t

That was as far as Neville got before both he and Wade heard a knock on the door. Raising an eyebrow, Neville went and opened it, finding Mustafa standing on his front porch. “What are you--”

“I absolutely can do that.” Mustafa interrupted him before he could inquire any further. He was panting, like he’d rushed over. Neville was about to tease him for being in such a hurry only to get right next door, but he was too preoccupied thinking about something else -- Mustafa had agreed to help him.

“Oh, thank God,” Neville breathed a sigh of relief, throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. “Thanks so much, Moose.”

“Hold on a minute,” Wade said. “I don’t mean to interrupt this tender moment, but I’ve got a few questions?”

Pulling back, Mustafa asked, “What?”

“First of all, why are you so out of breath? Did you really have to run all the way over here when you could’ve just responded to the text?”

“Uh...”

“And doesn’t it make more sense to come over here after you’ve already picked the kids up? What are you doing here now?” Wade rubbed his temples. “My head hurts.”

“Well, Wade,” Mustafa started. “If you must know, I came early because I needed to do this.” After saying that, Mustafa leaned in and planted a kiss on Neville’s lips, which Neville eagerly responded to. Neville could hear the unmistakable sound of Wade smacking his forehead coming from behind him, followed by a sigh.

After pulling apart, Mustafa said, “It’s been way too long since I had a chance to do that.” He gave Neville a little pat on the cheek. “I’ll catch you later.”

After parting ways, Neville shut the door, facing Wade again. “What’s with you?” He asked.

“Neville, I want you to be honest with me for a second. You realize that you and Mustafa have totally become that couple, right?”

“What?!”

“God, six months ago I didn’t think that was the kinda shit I’d be exposed to. If only I could go back in time…”

“You’re so full of it. We have not!”

They have.

Unsurprisingly, the meeting was about as boring as Neville expected it to be.

He hadn’t been paying attention at all to what was being said -- something something budget, something something sales. They hyped up this meeting as being this huge deal, with Neville’s attendance being absolutely mandatory, but it was clear that this was out of his realm of expertise. If anything, he was there to be a warm body in a swivel chair -- one that had been left empty because one of the executives had mysteriously ‘called out sick’ on one of the nicest spring days of the year. Yep, this place sucks.

At one point he had been able to go to the bathroom, where he saw that he had a text from Mustafa -- it was a selfie of him in the car, both Jen and Daisy smiling happily in the backseat behind him. A cute image such as this was the only thing that had been able to make him smile in the last few hours, and he didn’t waste any time in saving it and setting it as his phone background. His happiness was short lived, however, once he remembered that he couldn’t stay in there forever. After shoving his phone away, Neville dragged himself back to the conference room, fully prepared to daydream away the next few hours.

He couldn’t get out of there fast enough once the day was over, hurrying through the parking lot over to his car. He was so grateful that it was finally the weekend and that he didn’t have to return until the following week -- hopefully with no more pointless meetings taking away his work-from-home day. It was the only day when he actually enjoyed working, primarily due to being on his own couch and away from obnoxious co-workers.

And of course, being dragged out to the office for the fifth day that week also means that Neville would be stuck in rush hour traffic for the fifth time. Interestingly enough, he recognized the van in front of him -- it was the same one he’d seen months ago with the stick figure family on the back. He noticed that there was a little baby figure at the end of it. Congrats, I guess. Happy as he may be for these complete strangers, that didn’t make him think that the stickers were any less tacky.

He found himself taking a closer look at the surrounding area, taking quick glances at some of the shops he was (very slowly) passing. None of them were particularly interesting, though one in the distance caught his eye. It was one of those 24 hour convenience stores. Neville passed by many of them during his trips to and from work, and he never paid much attention to them. Every one of them looked the same, in his opinion.

He felt differently about this one, however. It was a Friday evening, and everyone would be home for the next few days because of it being the weekend. Certainly there wouldn’t be anything wrong with stopping inside of this store and getting some candy for the kids, would there? The school week being over plus Neville’s abysmal work day coming to an end deserved to be celebrated. While there was a part of him that felt like he’d regret doing so, what with his paternal instincts telling him that the two of them would definitely spoil their appetites, he also felt that he would regret it if he didn’t. He loved seeing his children happy, and candy was an easy way to get them in a good mood.

...Why the fuck not? With a shrug, Neville switched on his turn signal, prepping to turn into the store’s lot.

“Here’s to hoping that Moose isn’t pissed at me for coming home late…” Neville muttered under his breath as he pulled into the driveway of his house. Mustafa had been under the impression that he would watch them until after the meeting, and needless to say it was well past that time -- Neville had spent just a little bit too long inside of the convenience store debating which candy would cause the least amounts of fighting. (If it was a #1 favorite for both girls, there would be a brawl over the last piece. Neville was all too familiar with ridiculous arguments over food.)

Neville grabbed the plastic bag with the candy from the passenger’s seat and climbed out of the car, hurrying up to the front step and stepping inside. Immediately he was greeted with the sound of Jen complaining about something, and he let out a little sigh, making a mental note to apologize to Mustafa for her behavior.

“This isn’t fair!” As he approached the living room and took a peek inside, he saw that her and Mustafa were playing video games -- Mario Kart. A very excited Daisy sitting next to him and watching intently, bouncing up and down in her seat. Neville saw that they were on the final lap, and he also saw that Mustafa had just sped ahead of her. I’d be mad too if fucking Toad just zoomed past me. Amused, he leaned against the doorframe, not bothering to announce his presence as he watched the rest of the race.

And then, one appropriately timed banana peel later, Mustafa crossed the finish line.

“Daddy, you won!!” Daisy yelled excitedly, Jen dramatically falling on the floor as a result of her brutal defeat.

Neville was confused, seeing as he hadn’t done anything to deserve such praise, and he was about to speak up to ask what she meant when he realized.

She’d been talking to Mustafa.

She leaped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly as her way of congratulating him. There was a look in his eyes that Neville recognized as as combination of shock and happiness.

And, if he had to wager a guess, the happiness wasn’t because of him winning.

“Uh, hello?” Neville finally spoke up, clearing his throat. “Don’t mean to interrupt.”

“Oh, hi daddy!” Daisy let go of Mustafa and ran over to give Neville a hug, Jen opting to raise her hand in acknowledgement while still very much on the floor. “Jen lost!”

“I can see that,” he chuckled. “You good down there, kid?”

At Jen’s grunt, Mustafa said, “She told me on the ride home about how she was the champ at Mario Kart. I had to see that for myself to believe it.”

“Fluke!!” Jen yelled, muffled by the carpet. She suddenly climbed to her feet, making to storm out of the room. “He cheated!”

The three of them watched her go, with Daisy following along after her singing a little tune about how her sister lost. “Hey, be nice, Daze,” Neville commented. He sighed when he heard the door their room slam shut, looking to Mustafa again. “I’m… sorry about that. She gets being a sore loser from me, I suppose.”

“You? A sore loser?” Mustafa stood up, crossing the room and kissing Neville’s cheek. “I find that very difficult to believe.”

Mustafa started to tell Neville about the day they had had, but he was too busy thinking about Daisy’s little comment to pay much attention. Mustafa didn’t seem to mind what she said on the surface, but what did he really think? The two of them had only been together for around six months or so -- Neville hadn’t even thought to ask him how he felt with regards to that subject. He assumed that Mustafa was okay with potentially being their father, seeing as he was dating Neville and was fine with watching them, but did he ever see himself raising them?

That was the question that Neville was sure would bother him for weeks.

“Hey,” Mustafa said, snapping Neville from his thoughts. “So I was thinking -- I wanna make dinner for you guys tonight.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that…” Neville tried to protest, but Mustafa waved his hand.

“I want to. You had a rough day and don’t seem to be in any mood to cook, and I wanna treat you guys.”

“How do you know I’m not in the mood?”

Mustafa pursed his lips, raising an eyebrow. “Neville, I know you. You are clearly not in any mood to do any work in the kitchen.”

“...Maybe you’re right.” When he admitted this, Mustafa laughed, kissing him. “Alright, go ahead. Surprise me with what you make.”

“You can go fetch Ms. Grumpy Pants from upstairs, and I’ll get started.” Just as Mustafa began to walk towards the kitchen, he stopped, looking to Neville again. “And maybe once we’re done we can play another round of Mario Kart. If I can beat one of your kids, surely I can beat you too, hm?”

“We’ll see about that.” With that, Neville watched him walk away, the question that he asked himself earlier predictably haunting him.

After all this time, did he really find someone who he wanted to raise his children with?

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I Want You To Want Me - Steve Harrington x Reader

[A/N: Okay so I actually dreamt this whole fic last night and just had to write it, if you watch Riverdale then the first scene of this fic might seem familiar because I can’t lie and say I didn’t feel inspired by a specific scene from the show!

I live for angst and pain but then love a happy ending.]

‘Steve.’ Your voice crumbled under the pressure of your words. ‘I’m standing here and I’m asking if you love me. If you’ve ever loved me, in all the years we’ve known each other.’

‘Of course I love you, Y/N!’ He exclaimed raising his arms up into the air. ‘You’re great, you’re a great girl, Y/N.’

Steve sighed.

‘You’re amazing.’ He said softly. ‘You’re my best friend.’

You sucked in a sharp breath, you waited for the inevitable.

Cautiously Steve stepped towards you, his hand reached out for yours and he took it gently. His grip was weak and his skin was cold against the clammy palm of your hand, together your hands swung gently in between the empty space of your bodies.

‘I don’t want to risk what it is that we have.’ He concluded.

Steve’s eyes avoided yours, careful to avoid being caught in his own bullshit. He looked down at your hands and rubbed softly against the back of your knuckles, as though his touch burnt you pulled your hand from his grip.

‘Just say what you mean, Steve.’ Your voice was quiet, scared that if you spoke any louder the air -like glass- would smash and fall into a million tiny shards around you.

‘Y/N.’ His voice sounded desperate, he didn’t want to say those words.

Silently you puffed out your chest and raised your head, you wouldn’t show him the broken girl inside of you.

‘If you’re going to break my heart Harrington, then at least do it properly.’ Your voice was defiant of your inner turmoil, the gentle sniffle you gave was the only indication of your crumbling facade.

Finally his soft brown eyes found yours, his brow was furrowed and his lips downturned, he didn’t want any of this.

‘I don’t love you, Y/N.’ He whispered, forced to say it by the look in your eyes. ‘Not like that.’

Your bottom lip trembled at his words but you were determined not to fall, harshly you bit down on your lip and slowly nodded. You took in one final deep breath until you were sure you could hold your voice.

‘Goodnight, Steve.’ You muttered before turning on your heel and walking swiftly to your porch.

Steve called out behind you, his voice a mixture of desperation and anguish, you ignored his calls and slammed the door shut behind you.

In the safety of your house you crumbled and slid to the floor. You were thankful it was late and there was no-one around to witness the results of your first heartbreak.

Over the sound of your muffled sobs you listened out for the tell-tale signs of Steve leaving, it took a while but after around ten minutes they came. You listened as his car door slammed shut and shortly after the sound the engine came to life, for a brief moment his Queen cassette tape blared into the empty neighbourhood before quickly being shut off.

You listened on as you heard the soft hum of his engine continue to rattle on patiently outside, what was he waiting for?

A few more minutes had passed before you realised you were now sat in silence, the hum of the car was long gone and your stale tears had left a salty residue along your face. You wondered how pathetic you looked sat crumpled in front of your door, more than likely streams of mascara littered your face and your eyes were most certainly bloodshot.

You resigned yourself to the fact that frankly you didn’t give a shit.

You sat in the basement of the Wheeler’s house, you had your feet kicked up in the coffee table and the menacing sound of the Jaws soundtrack blared from the television in front of you.

From the ages of fourteen to seventeen, you regularly babysat a lot of the neighbourhood kids, and the money you earnt went to your vast collection of records and cassette tapes. You swore for your last year of high school you were going to take a break from the babysitting business and spend more time studying. However, just after Halloween, when the Byers kid had gotten sick again, you had a phone call from his mom Joyce. From now on she always wanted someone to babysit the kids, she knew in retrospect that the kids were old enough and smart enough to care for themselves but the thought of anything happening to Will again had her sat permanently on the edge. The other kids parents didn’t care enough to agree nor disagree with Joyce, so they readily let you into their houses without so much as a glance.

At eighteen years of age you agreed to do it for free, you couldn’t deny that part of you felt sorry Joyce and the pain she had suffered both when Will was briefly missing and now with the sudden death of her boyfriend Bob. You also knew the Byers family wasn’t the most financially stable of families and although Joyce would continuously try to push five dollars into your hand you’d always hand it back with a smile. Even though sometimes the kids were dipshits, they were also sometimes cool to hang out with.

Your foot tapped nervously against the wooden table, it wasn’t that the great white shark scared you, it was that you weren’t babysitting alone. You weren’t the only teen that regularly looked after the band of nerds sat in front of you, often Nancy and Jonathan would watch over them, but more often than not your partner in crime and best friend Steve Harrington would turn up and make the night a little less boring.

You just wish he hadn’t turned up tonight.

As far as you could gather, as the words ‘what is he doing here?’ tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, Dustin had practically begged Steve to come over with his copy of the VHS Jaws.

It was vital, apparently, for the kids to watch this film tonight.

You trained your eyes to focus solely on the television, the water, the shark, the cast, they were all just one blare of motions swimming across your eyes. You couldn’t shake the feeling of Steve’s eyes glancing over at you every minute or so.

You had curled your body as closely as you could into the left corner of the sofa, Maxine and Jane sat cosily in between yourself and Steve, his arm was reached out across the sofa - fingertips almost grazing your right shoulder.

The tension in the room was almost palpable, you were sure the kids could feel the energy radiating from both of your bodies and slowly it was becoming too much. The twitch of your foot slowly moved into your hands and you wrung them together anxiously.

There was a burning in the back of your throat and a bubbling in your stomach and damn it - you couldn’t sit here any longer. Without a word you stood up from the couch, Jane and Max eyed you curiously, the boys attentions never wavered from the television and Steve finally fought against the urge to watch you.

His jaw tensed as he placed all of his focus into watching the bright screen.

With a wavering breath you ran up the basement stairs and into the dim kitchen, your heavy footsteps drew the boys out of their television induced coma, before the door shut behind you you heard Dustin ask:

‘What’s her problem?’

You had made it to your car before you were interrupted.

‘Y/N, wait!’ His voice called out and it stopped you in your tracks.

Your keys hung lamely in your hand, the soft blow of the wind made your keyrings chime.

‘Please don’t go.’ He begged. ‘We can fix this.’

You laughed mirthlessly, emptiness now filled the void that was once subjected to the butterflies and heart palpitations that Steve once upon a time gave you. Cautiously you turned to face him, your face unreadable.

‘I need some time, Steve.’ You explained, hoping he would understand.

‘Y/N.’ He said your name as though it was the most delicate item in his possession.

‘I thought I could do this.’ Your voice wavered. ‘But it’s too much, too soon.’

Steve took a step towards you, you held up your hand.

‘Don’t. Please.’ You begged, tears were beginning to pool at your eyes.

You fumbled blindly behind yourself and secured your grip on the door handle, swiftly you span around and shoved your key into the door unlocking it. You heard hurried steps making their way towards you but before they could you had made it safely into your car.

Steve was stood by your window, his arm rested on top of the roof of your car and his eyes desperately searched yours. It wasn’t fair that you had done this to him, thrusted your unsuspected love onto him and expected him to love you back. You had disrupted the careful balance of his life post-Nancy, wherein he still had a girl to rely on that wouldn’t break his heart, or so he thought.

You had broken his heart in the worst way, by forcing him to break yours.

Weeks seemed to pass slowly without Steve around you, empty lunch hours felt like they never ended, late nights without his phone calls seemed to feel endless, and babysitting the kids was almost torturous.

You still saw him in the hallways or at the supermarket, his tall physique and quiffed hair was hard to miss in and amongst the crowds, but you tried your hardest not to look at him. Each time you did, however, you would feel your heart swell at the sight of him only to deflate like a punctured balloon seconds later.

You missed him, it was hard to deny, but was it more torturous avoiding him than it was to have him back in your life - you couldn’t answer that.

That’s why when you turned up at the Henderson house for one of your routine babysitting gigs you were caught between flight and fight when Harrington opened the door. He let out a nervous breath upon seeing you, as though he had come prepared for this moment and then lost all nerve. You turned your head towards the street, Steve’s car was nowhere in sight, so what the hell was he doing here?

‘I parked a block over.’ He started to explain, his words were rushed as though he was expecting you to turn and run at any moment. ‘I thought if you saw my car outside you’d never come in.’

He was right.

‘Steve.’ His name fell from your mouth as though it was foreign, this was the longest you had avoided using his name since you had both been friends.

‘Please let me just explain, Y/N.’ He interrupted.

‘Where are the kids?’ You asked.

‘With Nancy and Jonathan at the arcade. Y/N, if you’ll just let me-’

‘So you’re just hanging out in the Henderson’s house?’

Steve groaned in frustration at your incessant questioning, he brought his hand up to rub over his features, clearing it of his annoyed expression. He smiled softly and it caught you off guard.

‘Would you believe me if I told you this was all Dustin’s idea?’ He asked quietly, his eyebrow raised.

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, with it nerves rolled into your body. You felt the tips of your fingers beginning to tremble and your knees becoming weak underneath your weight.

‘I’d believe that.’ You said shakily. ‘What-’

‘I missed you.’ He confessed. ‘A lot. More than a lot. A shit tonne of a lot.’

You stood motionlessly in front him, your silence implored him to continue.

‘It’s like you’re gone, but also, like you’re also right in front of me and just out of reach. Like a ghost and I can see you but I can’t ever speak to you or touch you again.’ His voice was quiet, as though this was a secret for just the two of you to share. ‘I’ve never missed anyone quite like this, Y/N.’

‘Steve-’ you didn’t trust your own voice to say much more.

‘I never expected this to be so hard, Y/N, I thought this was the- the better solution and it turns out I was wrong.’

Your brows knitted together, better solution to what?

‘I lied.’ He whispered. ‘I lied because I thought it would be better than disappointing you.’

‘I don’t understand.’ You muttered. ‘Lied about what, Steve?’

You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed silently and he drew his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘I thought that, that in the long-run things would work out okay but now it’s been nearly two months and we’re both as miserable as ever.’ He sighed. ‘I’m not good enough for you, Y/N, I make a crappy boyfriend and Nancy showed me that.’

You began to feel the long-thought dead butterflies in your stomach rise from their pit at Steve’s words. What exactly was he trying to say, had Steve thought about being your boyfriend before?

‘But Dustin told me I should give this a chance if I was really serious about how I felt for you. And I am serious. And he said that maybe I just wasn’t a good fit for Nance and -goddamn it I can’t believe I’m taking relationship advice from a fourteen year old.’

You laughed breathlessly at his ramblings and Steve’s eyes zoned in on yours, the faint trace of a smirk graced his lips.

‘You know-’ you sniffled and took in one deep breath to regulate your breathing, ‘Dustin’s pretty wise - for a fourteen year old.’

You smiled at your own joke and was met with one to match, both soft and unsure but with the message that they were sorry and willing to forgive.

‘I love you.’ He said with sincerity. ‘And I’m not saying that because I think it’s what you want to hear, I’m saying it because it’s true. I love you, Y/N L/N.’

The butterflies in your stomach were elated, they fluttered wildly and knocked the breath from your body.

You stepped towards each other tentatively as though walking on air, but then his warm palms reached out towards the side of your face and cupped either side, grounding you and pulling you towards his gravity. Your own hands curled around his neck and found their way into the mass of hair at the base of it, his soft curls laced your fingers.

Breathlessly you leant in and time seemed to stop, your lips met with a spark and molded together perfectly - as though these were the only lips you were ever supposed to kiss. Your noses brushed together as you sunk towards each other, closer than you’d ever been in your lives and at the same time the furthest away you were ever willing to be again.

‘I love you.’ He whispered once more against your lips.

‘I love you too, you idiot.’ You smiled and kissed him again.

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