#this woman who is the mum of some kid i was in school w ran into me

[byeveryhumanlove]

Out strolling

[youcantbesirius]

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG | S. B.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader, platonic Regulus Black x reader

Warnings: swearing, plot changes, character death

Y/h - your house

Sirius watched the y/h halfblood witch sit on the table in the courtyard taking a crispy stick from her Hufflepuff friend putting it in between her lips imitating smoking. And as she let the puff of imaginary smoke go a smile broke on her lips as her shoulders shook likely. Her laugh was one of the most contagious things ever. The way you wheezed in bits of your laughter made even the coldest person crack up.

As your eyes met his, his world seemed to stop. He was loosening his tie seemingly short for breath. You, on the other hand, hopped off graciously and hopped over to the young Gryffindor wrapping your arms around him.

"Sirius! Long time no see" you chuckled as you swayed him from side to side.

"Hi..." he chuckled resting his chin on top of your head.

It was quite funny how the noble heir of the Black family was with the halfblood witch. Yet, it made perfect sense. Your mother was a nanny for the Black brothers. And you were simply there, helping her make some money after she was cast out of the pureblood community for being with a muggle.

Walburga and Orion were hard people. But they paid no attention as long as you were doing what you were told. (Depending on your house) They were, however, very pleased that Slytherin got such a talent. And then your mom found better job at the ministry and your time with the Blacks was over. Regulus and Sirius were your best friends and not being able to see them much was painful.

"I haven't seen you much since the sorting ceremony..." you stated in concern. You knew better than anyone what it must be like for him.

"Yes...I, you know how my parents are" Sirius's hands found yours. Both of you, touch starved kids found solace in your hand holding.

"To the dogs with them as my mum would say" you scoffed looking deep into his eyes "you know I am always there for you, both my mum and I are" and he nodded at your statement smiling softly.

As a friendly, defying in spite attitude, you showed that your attitude was very different than the most. You didn't have to be talented at divination to forsee what type of person would you become.

And the years went by, you were still very much the same, if not even harder. Many things happened, you matured quickly and with it stress came. Sirius and you drifted apart a bit. You were a bad girl of your own and he was a bad boy of his own. The only person who truly knew you inside out other than him was Regulus Black, your guardian angel.

"Lay off the alcohol, y/n/n" Regulus took the bottle from your hands handing it to your Hufflepuff best friend to take.

"I need to let loose, Reg, I need to..." you were leaning your forehead against his chest struggling to stand.

"I know..." he looked around catching the sight of his womanizer brother. Sirius's face, even though tipsy, held so much concern.

In a few quick steps he approached them, ditching his previous conquest. His hand landed on the small of your back as he turned to his brother.

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked down at his friend who was struggling.

"Her mother was hurt, bad this time" Regulus whispered.

"Shit..." Sirius closed his eyes.

"Well, that is the wonder of being an auror, never home, never there but it brings money and might leave your kid an orphan" you spoke bitterly.

And for that reason Sirius decided the Potters were better choice. They had money and he would only burden your mom, not to mention his parents would kill you both if you were to take him in.

"Fucking hell..." Sirius moved the hair away from your face that was still resting on Regulus.

"Let's take her to her dorm" he said to Regulus.

Next morning was probably the worst. Your head seemed like it was about to explode. You shifted on your bed only to meet the eyes of your amused dorm mate.

"I could not believe it when Black brothers brought you up. Like I wasn't so surprised seeing Regulus, but Sirius too. Damn baddie" she chuckled as you silently rubbed your face.

Hogsmeade day, you thought. You cleaned yourself up, ditching your uniform and grabbed your leather jacket. Your rock style was very much refreshing to the school. Tight grey jeans, chain, baggy tucked in t shirt with some random band you loved and of course your black leather jacket. You did your makeup to hide the evidence of last night and decided it was time. So upon arriving you sat on the table in Hogsmeade park, your feet resting on the bench, a cigarette in between your lips to so desperately calm yourself.

Once cheerful, now surrounded by darkness of your aura, still touch starved in desperate need of love. You thought about your life. Of the goals you wanted to reach.

"Pads, I don't think it is a good idea" you could hear panicked Remus.

"Yeah, what if she throws hex at us" the squealing voice didn't help your migraine.

"I know her, Wormtail. She wouldn't" you heard Sirius's annoyed voice.

"Come on guys, what is the worst that could happen" James Potter said.

"Well, I am not sure if this is upgrade from when we were young or a downgrade. Your looks are definitely upgrade" Sirius smiled causing you to raise a brow.

"Are you flirting with me, dear Sirius?" You spoke even though cigarette was still between your lips, shuffling through your pockets to find that bloody lighter.

But Sirius beat you to it, lighting it for you.

"Thanks" you took a puff and looked at the group.

"We need your help" Sirius spoke taking your free hand in his. And just like when you two were young, you felt calmer, but there was something new. Adrenaline rush surged through your body.

"With what?" You took the cigarette out of your mouth looking at the rest of them, your eyes only meeting James's who quickly dropped the eye contact.

It happened with most of the boys. The only two that were able to maintain it, Black brothers.

"W-we heard you are outstanding with nonverbal magic and we need you to help us" Peter, you assumed, spoke but quickly hid behind Sirius as you looked at him.

"Peter, I don't shoot laser nor hexes out of my eyes, I won't hurt you" you stated annoyed.

"I suppose it has something to do with your problem, Rem" you looked at the boy who looked up at you in shock.

"How do you know?" He asked nearing closer to you.

"Animagus, mum thought it would be safer for me. Accidentally saw you guys on my run" you shrugged.

"Did you speak to anyone about it?" James asked.

"Do I look dumb to you? Of course not, your secret is safe with me, Rem" you looked at him and he met your look.

"Thank you so much" he smiled.

"What is your animagus?" Sirius asked "I am hurt you did not tell me"

"You weren't talking that much to me, lover boy. To answer your question it is (your patronus animal or your favorite animal)"

"Nice" James smiled.

As you were about to light another cigarette a hand quickly pulled it out of your mouth and you faced annoyed Regulus.

"No more for today" he scolded earning a laugh from his brother.

"Do we have a deal, (nickname used for your animagus form)?" He asked you as the boys began to leave.

"Mhm, meet me in the library after lunch" you winked at him and for a second you could swear you saw Sirius Black blush.

It was the last year. You and Reg drifted this time, due to his affiliation. Not that you did care about that, bit his excuse was "I am doing this to keep you safe, damn it!"

It was a painful goodbye that still tasted salty. The news of his death brought you more pain that anything ever did. But his heroic act was what brought Voldemort to be defeated and not be a threat ever again. As a part of the Order, your new friends, the Marauders and Lily and well Snape, it was funny how you two became friends. You sat both him and Lily down, locked them in a room, much to James's dismay until they sorted it out. You were in 12 Grimmauld place preparing to leave.

"Stay..." Sirius took your hands "Please..." he looked down at you, at your softly lips.

"Okay..." you whispered looking up at him licking your lips a bit.

"Can I-?" He gulped earning your quick nod.

"Yeah?" And it was the best kiss you ever had in your life, with your childhood friend, crush and the only man besides Reg, that you felt peace.

"Took you two long enough" is all you could hear Kreacher mutter.

Kreacher and you were close. Not only because of Regulus, but you would not let him overdo himself and would send him to rest.

You chuckled at the remark looking up at Sirius.

"Glad to have your blessing, Kreacher" he smiled at the muttering house elf who went to his chamber.

"Now that we are alone..." Sirius smiled leaning back in to give you a long kiss.

"You are insatiable, Sirius" you giggled.

"Don't pretend you don't like it " he cornered you against the table lifting you up on it.

Your love was very affectionate, full of touching, almost like you were attached to a hip. That is why ever since you were younger you were comfort for each other, you were safe haven, you were made for each other.

And after years, there you stood with him watching your children run around with your godson Harry, laughing at James who ran after them trying to get them inside to eat. You looked at Lily who was shaking her head.

"Remus and Severus will be here soon" she notified.

"Good. Haven't seen my touch starved, sarcastic friend in a while" you gave Lily a look making her chuckle.

"Hugs for Severus and chocolate for Remus it is then"

You got old together, had many memories you decided to store. The funniest being you becoming grandparents. Sirius broke into a fit of sobs seeing his first grandchild.

"See dad, now you represent your initals S.O.B." your son Regulus teased.

"Shut up" Sirius hiccup looking at the little princess of the Black family.

"Maybe her dad won't be as protective as her grandfather will be" your daughter Arabella laughed.

"Oh no boys until 20!" Sirius hugged you as you laughed at him.

"Tsk, you are in position to talk you womanizer" you teased.

"See! I AM! Because I know boys are scumbags, I speak from experience!" He said.

"What if she likes girls Sirius?" You teased.

"Same goes, you were a bad girl!" He attacked your cheeks with kisses earning an ew from your children

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG!" you protested.

[ladecena]

A Mother's Love🤍

It was lunchtime, but Alliah was not in the school's cafeteria. It was always too crowded and noisy, and the food wasn't the best anyways.

Instead she preferred playing intruments to her heart's content in one of the empty music rooms. Today it was one of her favourites, an acoustic violin. It was one of the school's few undamaged ones, so she handled it with care and hoped no other student would accidentally break it.

Her stomach growled, but she knew the money she had on her wouldn't be enough to buy even a cheese sandwich. To make matters worse tommorrow would be the last day of school before the one week of school holidays, she had no idea how she would be able to survive being home with her mother for the entire time.

She would just go to the library for the entire day or something, was what she concluded.

Maybe she could read up on other types of guitars like last time, or just indulge herself in a random story.

For now, she made the best use of time by practicing a difficult piece she memorised on the piano in preparation for a competition in a few months time. It was being hosted at some rich private school, but she was easily able to enter.

After all she was considered a musical genius. If she was able to at least place in the event then she would win a large amount of money as well as being sponsored by a famous musician who was to attend to be a judge. That would mean she could finally helped her mother for their needs

A ringing in her pocket distracted her from her thoughts, and Alliah rushed to pick up without even checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey...Are you Alliah De Guzman by any chance?"

"Yes? Who are you?"

"I'm Officer Dela Cruz, I'm very sorry to inform you of your mother's death."

"W-what? How?!"

"A hit and run case I'm afraid."

So it what’s happened to me now.

"Am I... going to an orphanage then?"

"Well that hasn't been decided yet. My team found out you have other existing relatives, so we'll contact them to ask if they're willing to adopt you."

She had other family? Her mum had never told her that.

"I-I see..."

"You'll be picked up after school by me, and once again, I'm very sorry for your loss."

Officer Dela Cruz then hung up, Alliah feel very upset after hearing about her mother's death. Because all this time she’s only have is her mother

Alliah’s thought she would come home to a woman who would huged her when she arrived, and the mother who loved her for the rest of her life.

For now, her only worry were these so called relatives. Alliah knew she had a biological father, but had been told once that he had died years ago.

A few hours later...

After school had ended, Alliah waited by the school gates before getting in a police car which pulled up, she was glad it was late since she didn't want to attract attention.

The driver was a petite female who seemed to be in her early thirties and wore a blank face; Alliah assumed she was Officer Dela Cruz.

"Hello again Alliah, I have some more news to tell you, positive this time."

Her other family decided not to adopt her and she could stay by herself?

"Your brother agreed to adopt you immediately, and even paid for your flight ticket to the city he lives in for tommorow!"

Dang it. Wait a second...

"I have a brother?"

"Yes, six older brothers to be precise, I just contacted the eldest one." After seeing Alliah De Guzman she added, "I'm sure it won't be bad."

You try having lots of older brothers you've never met before and see if you like it, lady.

"Anyways, for now, let's go to where you live and you can take what you need as quickly as you can."

Alliah wanted to tell her that it wouldn't take her long since she didn't have much, but then decided against it and helped the officer with directions to the block of flats where she lived.

As soon as they arrived, Alliah could feel the woman's concerned look on her. Let's just say the girl didn't live in the best neighbourhood, and the building was pretty old and run-down.

She quickly got out and ran to the flat she lived in. She found that the door was left open, by none other than her beloved mother.

Upon entering, Alliah was so upset and starting to cry out loud, and instantly hit with the usual stench of cannabis, but ignored that and went to her tiny bedroom. She pulled out a small suitcase from under her bed, and filled it with the few possessions she had. In her schoolbag, she put in her books, music notes and pieces and their pictures with her mom, as well as her sleeping pills.

Once she was done, she dragged her stuff back to the car and finally sat back down into the front seat while crying.

"Before we leave for the airport, are there any friends or places you want to visit Alliah?"

She shook her head, of course she didn't have any friends! It was safer that way, no one could risk finding out about the conditions she had lived in.

The Officer simply nodded and drove them away, and Alliah plugged in her earphones and listened to some Music.

Going through the airport was a bit long, but she didn't mind since it was her first time and she was quite to board the plane. Once she reached the waiting area, Alliah was sipping on a cola Officer Dela Cruz had brought her, and began to stress over meeting her new family.

What if they don't like her? Or they think she's not good enough?

For all people, why does my mother die? And then what happened to me now.. Alliahs thought.

"Officer...Can I ask you something?"

The woman glanced up from her phone and nodded.

"What if I don't like it at my brothers' home? Can I come back here instead?"

Officer Dela Cruz frowned before saying, "Well it's not as simple as that. I'll come in a week or two's time to see how you're finding it and if it really isn't working out- by that I mean things like if there's signs of abuse or the financial situation is bad- then you can come back."

"Ok..." The response hadn't been quite what Alliah expected, she thought a simple 'I don't like it here' would be enough for her to avoid living with these people, but there was more to it than it seemed.

"But hey, once you're 18 there's no stopping you from going or doing what you want, right?"

"I guess. Thanks Officer."

With that Officer Dela Cruz continued scrolling through her phone.

An hour or so later, it was time for Alliah’s flight. It was quite late at night and the plane was due to land in the morning. She shared an awkward but warm hug with Officer Dela Cruz before pulling back.

"See you, and thanks for the cola Officer."

"Goodbye Alliah, and just call me Mel."

Alliah changed her mind, Mel was not as bad as she had initially thought.

While alliah’s in her way to her new family they start to think about her last conversation with her mother.

Alliah’s Conversation with her mother ..

'I really like the sound of your voice everytime you say you love me, baby.'

Alliah smiled softly and stared at her mother eyes, the eyes of the woman whom She have loved for years. She still looks beautiful even with the wrinkles on her face, or with her hair turning into gray.

Alliah’s smiled even more as She reminisce their memories back to the good old days, the days when their still young and strong, the days when their still fully able to get along.

Alliah bent down and searched for a black pen and a paper to write on inside her backpack. While she sits still, silently, calmly taking in its beautiful scenery.

When Alliah finally found the things She needed, She placed it on her lap. Then, She waved her hand which got her mother attention.

"I love you," She uttered and waited for her mother response, wishing she would respond. After all, she has always loved to hear they say these words since She was a kid.

But maybe, She got her hopes too high again because she just stared at her with a knotted forehead, as if she's confused.

Alliah gulped down the longing that She felt, trying so hard to stop her self by crying even when her chest aches too damn much. She still can't understand what I'm saying, she can no longer understand. I've been trying, I've been wishing, I've been praying every single day, begging Him to make her understand me again. Nothing happened.

I held the pen and wrote something on the paper. Then, I handed it to her, now with a big smile plastered on my face. For this queen should not see any signs of weakness from me.

She took it immediately and looked at the paper for a while. And suddenly, tears started to fall from her eyes. I almost panicked, thinking that I made her feel upset. Maybe she sensed it, or maybe she knows me this much that she shook her head before I could even ask her what's wrong.

Without a word, she hugged me. She hugged me really, really tight, making sure that I'd feel her unconditional love with this simple act.

"I love you."

I've been telling her these words for years and I'd still say it over and over again, even if she couldn't understand what she hears anymore.

"I love you, Mama. I will never get tired of loving you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

While thinking of it Alliah’s started to cry again and thinking what happened next with him without her beloved mother.

- MariaGrasya🍃

June 11, 2021

[weloveharrypotter]

Father Figure Pt. 7

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Student! Orphan! Reader

Summary: Y/n goes to the burrow with Fred. She meets a few people, some more interesting than others 😉, and experiences a true family Christmas. (This is an Au where Fred lived. It takes place in current time, cursed child doesn’t happen. Also I know Teddy Lupin is supposed to be 6 years older than the reader and James Sirius but for the sake of the fic I’m making him a year older)

Warnings: cussing, long

Y/n was riding the train with Fred. Her and Fred were on their way back to his family’s home.

She sat leaning against the side of the train, with her legs pulled up against her chest, and wrapped her arms around them.

She watched as the train sped past the fields of snow. She was nervous to say the least.

Did they think their relationship was weird? What if they didn’t like her?

“You alright?” Fred asked. Y/n nodded.

“It’s ok, you can tell me the truth.” Fred said. Y/n sighed.

“W-what if they don’t like me?” Y/n said as she moved to sit cris cross, and fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

“They’ll love you.” Fred tried to assure.

“But... I don’t know that. I mean I wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t-.” “Hey. Your an amazing kid. They’ll love you.” Fred said again.

Y/n smiled at him and nodded as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

Fred stood up and walked over and sat next to her. He wrapped his arm around Y/n, and she leaned against him.

“Does everyone know I’m coming?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, they do. And they explained it to their kids as well.” Fred informed.

Y/n let out a shaky breath and sighed.

—————

Fred and Y/n had gotten to the burrow. And Y/n stopped a few feet from the door. Fred turned and noticed.

He walked over and out his hands on either side of her face.

“Everything will be alright. They’ll love you.” Fred assured. Y/n nodded.

He led her into the house and Y/n looked around. She was amazed. Sure it was small, a lot smaller than the orphanage, but it was amazing.

She’s never felt a cozier place. She could tell that this was a family home, and she quite liked it. It beat the orphanage by a landslide.

Fred closed the door and an older ginger woman came out from around the corner.

“Oh, Freddie.” She greeted happily. She walked up and pulled him into a big hug that he returned. After a mintier they pulled apart.

“Mum, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my mum.” Fred introduced.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley.” Y/n said extending her hand.

“Oh, I’m a hugger.” She said as she wrapped her arms around Y/n. Y/n hugged back and then they pulled apart.

“You can call me Molly, deary.” Molly had responded. Y/n nodded in response.

“Now, come along you two.” Molly said.

—————

Fred and Y/n finished making everyone’s plate and Molly called for all of them. They all came rushing in.

“Ok, everyone this is Y/n.” Fred intoduced.

Fred than proceeded to introduce everyone to her, but one took her intrest. His name was Teddy Lupin, he looked familiar, mostly his blue hair though.

After everyone was introduced, they took their seats, and started to eat.

“So Y/n, how did you and Fred meet?” Bill asked.

“Oh, uh, my friend had just gotten cheated on, so we wanted to get some revenge. So I convinced her to go to his store, and he helped us out a lot.” Y/n explained.

“Couldn’t think of a better way for Fred to have met a person.” Ron said.

As dinner continued the family got to know Y/n and even shared a few laughs.

Every now and again Fred had to discreditly warn them when they had asked a little too personal of a question.

After they had finished Molly went to wash the dishes, and Y/n had insisted on helping, and Fred joined too.

George, Ron, and Harry sat at the table talking.

“So Y/n how has school been?” Fred asked.

“It’s been alright, I guess.” She replied.

“Anything new?” He asked.

“What do you mean knew?” Y/n asked.

“I don’t know. Like... boys?” He asked suspiciously.

“No, there haven’t been any boys, dad.” She replied without realizing what she had just said.

“Oh, what?” George asked.

“What?” Y/n asked.

“You just called Fred... dad.” Ron said.

Y/n’s heart stopped as she realized. She had indeed called Fred... dad. Her heart started to race.

“What, no I didn’t. I called him Fred.” Y/n lied.

“No need to argue, we just heard it.” George said amused.

“It���s alright, darling, I don’t mind.” Fred said while trying to glare at his brothers as if to say stop.

“Do you see Fred as a father figure?” George asked.

“N-no, I don’t.” Y/n lied again as she quickly started to make her way out of the room.

Once she disappeared Fred sighed.

“Why did you press her on that?” Fred asked.

“She called you dad!” George said.

“I’m aware, but you didn’t need to make her uncomfortable.” Fred replied.

“Fred, she called you dad. She sees you as a dad. You see her as a daughter. Do you see where this is going?” George asked. Fred rolled his eyes.

Whilst this was happening Y/n walked upstairs, and went into a random room. She turned around to see a guy playing on his phone.

He was the guy from earlier with blue hair who was really tall. Once he heard the door close he looked up.

“Sorry, I didn’t know someone was in here.” Y/n said ready to leave.

“Oh, it’s fine, you can stay.” He said politely.

She nodded and walked over and sat on a bed across from the one he was on.

“You look familiar.” She said.

“How so?” He asked.

Y/n thought for a moment, than it clicked.

“Your the guy who held me back during my fight with Taylor.” Y/n said.

He chuckled and ran his hands through his hair.

“Yeah, I did.” He said. “Your really hard to hold back by the way.” He said jokingly.

Y/n shrugged.

“I was mad.” She said with a smile, and he chuckled.

“It’s Teddy right?” She asked. He nodded.

“And the last name?” She asked.

“Lupin.” He answered.

“Who’s kid are you again?” Y/n asked.

“I’m Harry’s godson.” He answered.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know I-.” “It’s alright, love.” He said with a smile.

Y/n looked down as she felt her cheeks heat up. That’s when the door flew open. Y/n looked up and saw two guys standing there.

She remembered their names. It was James and Albus. “Hey, Teddy, I just came up with a beautiful prank idea.” James said.

Albus look to his right at the other bed.

“Oh, hey, your Y/n right?” He said.

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you.” She said.

“You too.” He replied.

That’s when James took notice of her.

“Oh, are you a snitch?” James asked. Y/n chuckled.

“I’m the furthest thing from.” Y/n responded.

“She got into a fight like two months ago because she wouldn’t stop pranking a guy.” Teddy informed.

“Well, than, you can stay.” James said closing the door. The two walked over to and sat between the two on the floor.

“So I was thinking.” James said pulling out a piece of old parchment, and pulling out his wand.

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.” He said and the map started to light up.

“Is that the marauders map!?” Y/n asked excitedly as she sprung to the ground, and sat next to James.

James smiled at the fact she knew who they were.

“You know the marauders?” James asked.

“Of course I do. Their practically pranking royalty... even if they got caught quite a bit.” Y/n replied.

James smiled at her response.

“What did you have in mind?” Teddy asked.

“So, we heard that the new potions professor is treating muggleborns badly so... we’re going to drop a dungbomb in her room, and set up a firework system for when she walked in.” James said, and Teddy nodded.

James and Albus started to explain their plans on how it was going to happen.

“Than well sneak out the window Beacuse the charms professor will be walking by around then.” James said pointing.

“That’s not a good idea.” Y/n said stepping in.

“Why?” Albus asked curiously.

“The caretaker makes his way around the courtyard, which is where the window leads, around the time you’d sneak out.” Y/n informed.

“So what do we do?” James asked.

“The best option would to go out the main door.” Y/n said.

“Once he goes. We go in, and when he comes back, he always waits for a second for another professor so we’ll need a distraction.” Y/n explained.

“Damn we need you to help us more often.” James said.

That’s when the door burst open. James immediately hid the map behind his back, and I looked up to see his father, Mr. Potter.

“It’s time for presents.” He said.

That’s when he saw James holding something behind his back.

“What are you hiding?” He asked.

“Nothing.” James responded. Mr. Potter eyed them suspiciously but nodded before leaving.

“Your a horrible liar.” Y/n pointed out.

“That’s what I’ve been saying.” Teddy said.

James hit him with the map.

“I’ll see you guys downstairs.” James said before leaving with Albus.

Teddy stood up, and Y/n moved to get up. Teddy extended his hand for her to use. Y/n took his hand and he helped her up.

“Thanks.” Y/n said.

“No problem, love.” He replied. Once again Y/n looked down to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“We should get down.” Y/n said.

“Yeah.” Teddy agreed. The pair made their way down the steps and saw everyone sitting in the living room.

Teddy walked over and took a seat next to Lily. Y/n stayed by the bottom of the steps, leaning against the wall.

The family looked happy with each other, and Y/n didn’t want to ruin or intrude on them. She smiled as they all got comfortable.

They looked like a happy family, and she kinda envied that. Fred didn’t spot Y/n and he looked around confused.

He looked up at the steps and frowned a bit when he spotted her standing.

“You can join us, darling.” Fred said.

“It’s fine, I don’t wanna intrude-.” “Your not. Come here.” Fred said.

Y/n hesitantly pushed herself from the wall and walked over. She walked over and sat next to Fred on the floor.

They cycled through everyone, and Y/n couldn’t help but enjoy the atmosphere. They were clearly a close family, and it was foreign.

“Alright, this one is for you dearie.” Mrs. Weasley said pulling out a gift and handing it to Y/n.

Y/n looked up with slightly wide eyes and a confused and shocked face. She took it slowly.

“Wait... really?” She asked.

“Yes, now go open it!” Mrs. Weasley said happily.

Y/n smiled as she opened the present. She pulled it out and held it up. It was a sweater with a big initial on it. It was the first letter of her name.

“I usually make sweaters with the initial of your first name, and I wanted you to have one too.” She explained.

Y/n held back tears, and managed to hide the fact she was about to cry.

“Thank you, I really love it.” Y/n said with a happy smile looking at it. Fred wrapped an arm around her.

“I’ve got you something too.” Fred informed.

Fred pulled out a box and handed it to Y/n. She took it. There were about three candles and a lighter.

“I remember you told me that you love candles but you couldn’t afford any. So I hope you like them, I tried to get most of the scents you like.” Fred said.

“Theres a dungbomb in one of them, isn’t there?” Y/n asked. Fred smirked mischievously.

“Maybe.” He replied.

The two laughed lightly.

“Thank you.” Y/n said.

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It was now time for everyone to go to bed, and Y/n had changed into the sweater Mrs. Weasley made.

Y/n had insisted that the couch was more than enough, so that’s where she was for the night. They gave her the pillows and blankets, and everyone was off to bed.

Y/n said Goodnight to Fred and turned the lights off. She laid on the bed and sighed. She was happy and thankful for the evening she had but... she would have to go back to reality soon.

The reality of not having anyone at school. The really of not having a real home. She hugged the sweater close to her and eventually slipped off to sleep.

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Y/n sat up when she had awoken from her nightmare. It had been a memory from the orphanage.

She wiped cold sweat from her forehead and sighed. She pulled the blankets back and stood up.

Y/n made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and filled it with ice water. She leaned against the counter as she took a sip.

She drank her drank and stood there. She wasn’t sure for how long, just lost in thought. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a voice.

“You alright?” The familiar voice of Fred asked. She looked up and saw it was indeed Fred.

Y/n nodded even though it was a lie.

“Darling, you don’t have to lie to me.” He said walking in slightly.

Y/n put down her cup. After a moment she walked over to him and pulled him into a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her. The two sat their enjoying the time they had together.

“I’m sorry for earlier. I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Y/n apologize.

“What are you talking about?” Fred asked confused.

“When I... called you dad.” Y/n clarified.

“Oh.” He said.

“Darling, I ment what I said. It’s alright, and I don’t care.” Fred said, and she nodded.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head before returning back to a regular hug.

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(A/N): Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. There will be more parts. 😊

[calpalirwin]

Look How We’ve Grown

Summary: You never forget your first crush.

A/N: Yeah, I ended up writing it.

Word Count: 1.3k

And away, and away, we go!

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“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice called from beside the man.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, stepping out of her way so she could get past him to reach for one of the boxes of cereal on the shelf.

“Michael?” the woman said again, halting her movements to carefully study the man in front of her.

“Sophia?” he responded, taking a good look at the woman.

“Holy shit, it is you,” she breathed. “Geez, it’s been… wow…”

He gave a short chuckle as he passed a hand through his hair. “Fifteen years?”

“Give or take,” she told him with a nod, a dazed smile on her face. “Wow… how’ve you been?”

“Good, good. You?”

“Good,” she smiled, shaking her head. “Sorry, I just… this is crazy.”

“You’re telling me,” Michael laughed. “When did you move to LA?”

Sophia counted on her fingers as she thought. “Like 2, 3 years ago. My job relocated me.”

“Oh, shit. That’s awesome. Hey, um… would it be totally crazy if I asked you to dinner, or something? So we could catch up?”

“That sounds great. Do you still like pizza?”

“I love pizza.”

“Cool, there’s this place off of Santa Monica Blvd. De Santos?”

“Oh, I love them! Tomorrow at 7?”

“See you then.” Sophia started to move away to finish her shopping but stopped before she got to the end of the aisle. “Hey, Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“Really good to see you.”

“Really good to see you too, Soph.”

~~~

“So which colors do you think we’ll have the most of?” Sophia asked, her mouth watering at the sight of the snack-sized bag of M&M’s sitting in the middle of the desk between her and Michael.

“Blue,” Michael responded.

“Blue,” Sophia repeated slowly as she wrote his answer down on their science sheet. “We have to say why.”

“Because there’s more blue dye?” he guessed with a shrug.

“That’s silly!” she laughed.

“Well every time I eat M&M’s there’s always more blue ones,” Michael continued to defend his answer. “Plus,” he went on to add, tapping at the worksheet. “It says ‘hypothesis.’ We can be wrong.”

“Fine,” she huffed, her pencil scratching their answer onto the paper. “We think there will be more blue colored M&M’s because blue dye is more popular,” she spoke aloud as she wrote, both as a way for Michael to know what she was writing, and for him to approve or offer suggestions.

“Perfect. Now what?”

“Now we open it, and count how many there are total. And how many there are of each color.”

Michael tore open the package, carefully spilling the candy out on their desk. They raced each other to count them all. “13!” they both shouted at each other in victory.

“2 green,” he told her, already separating them by color. He prattled off the other numbers as she recorded them. “1 yellow. 1 orange. 2 red. 3 blue! And… 4 brown. Dang!” He slumped against his seat, crossing his arms.

“It was a good guess,” she told him, trying to make him feel better. “You were almost right. And we’re allowed to be wrong,” she reminded him.

“I guess,” he shrugged, but sat up a bit straighter in his chair. “So now what? Do we get to eat them?”

Her eyes scanned down the page, her finger trailing down it. “We have to explain if our hypothesis was right or not. But I have the numbers down, so yeah.”

“Okay,” he said, setting the dividing up the M&M’s. “Do you want yellow or orange?”

“Yellow, please,” she replied, as she filled in their last answer. “Our hypothesis was incorrect because there were more brown M&M’s than blue ones. Done!”

“These ones are yours,” he said, moving a small pile of the candy over to her side.

“But I have 7…”

“Yeah. I was wrong, so you can have the extra.”

She smiled briefly at him before an idea struck. She carefully bit into the blue M&M, tearing half off into her mouth, the other half still safe between her thumb and index finger. “Here!” she laughed, handing him the uneaten portion. “We can each have half.”

“Ew, it was in your mouth!” he giggled, taking it anyway.

“Well, I’ll take it back,” she said, holding out her hand.

“No way!” he continued to giggle as he popped the piece in his mouth.

~~~

“I can’t believe you remember that,” Sophia marveled at the man. She gave a toss of her head as she took a sip of her beer.

“How could I forget? You were my best friend all through primary school.”

“Yeah, and then you got buddy buddy with Calum Hood, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Michael laughed. “I thought you liked Cal.”

“Oh, yeah. Cal’s great. So is Luke, so I’m glad you finally stopped hating on him.”

“Oh, I still hate Luke.”

Their laughs rang out. “Nah, I’m really glad you became friends with them. It worked out great for you.”

“The way you say that makes it seem like I just up, and ditched you for the guys. That’s not what happened. Was it?” His question held a trace of fear, like his version of their past being carefree and innocent was a lie compared to her memory.

“No, no,” she assured him. “I mean, I played my part in it, too. One year we were running around the schoolyard, swimming at each other’s houses, inviting each other to our birthday parties, trading Halloween candy, and being each other’s Valentines. And then the next we weren’t.”

“Yeah,” Michael reflected sadly. “I still can’t believe you were the only girl in our year who’s mum let you invite boys to your birthday.”

“Just you,” she confessed. “You were the only boy I ever invited.”

“Shit, really?! Damn… way to make a guy feel special, am I right?”

“I tried,” Sophia laughed.

“You succeed. Not many girls get to say they were my friend before all of this.”

“I imagine not many girls get to say they were in love with Michael Clifford pre-fame either, but they’re both titles I wear with honor.”

Michael choked on his sip of beer, some of it dribbling down into his beard scruff. He set the glass down, the liquid sloshing wildly. “W-what?”

Sophia’s cheeks burned. “Oh, you had to know.”

“I- I mean I had my guesses, but I never thought if it was true or not. Never really believed it. I mean, I was just some goofy ass kid.”

“A goofy ass kid who held my hair back when I threw up in a trash can in Year 1. A goofy ass kid who didn’t run away scared with all the other boys once cooties became a thing. A goofy ass kid who gave me a necklace for my eleventh birthday that I still have somewhere.”

“Okay, my mum gave you the necklace. My name was just on the card.”

Sophia chuckled softly. “Point is, Michael Clifford, you may have been a goofy ass kid, but that’s exactly why I loved you. And I was never much for believing in regretting things, but if I have one regret it’s that I didn’t tell you back then when it would have mattered.”

“Who says that telling me now doesn’t matter?”

She laughed in disbelief. “Because why would it? It was a primary school crush. And, I mean, I’m glad it was you, and not someone who grew up to be a douche. But c’mon, Michael.”

“Because if you had told me back then, I would have been the goofy ass kid who’s cheeks turned red as he ran away and laughed about it with his friends. Because you told me now when I’m grown up enough to do this.” He leaned towards her, his palms flat on the table as his head lowered to kiss her. Her own hands landed on top of his as she moved to meet him halfway, sighing in content as their lips connected. “If your one regret wasn’t telling me back, then mine’s not doing this back then,” he admitted as they pulled back, eyes shining and lips tingling.

“Who says they have to stay regrets?” she asked, hooking a finger under his chin and pulling him back in for a second kiss.

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[infinite-nevers]

chapter one; wayward son

Enna Scanlan bounced in her computer chair. Only two hours to go before Owen’s return to their village in around six years. Her best friend, Grace, stared at her over her mug, an amused smile across her face and dark green eyes creased. Enna’s eyes had been flicking over to the clock on the other side of the room since she got in at nine this morning. Her personal phone was barely out of her sight and checked every five minutes. It was usually kept tucked away in her bag in case their boss caught sight of it. ‘No personal phones in the office’ until lunch time was a strict rule. Then, Enna had devoted the entirety of today’s lunch hour to chasing signal around the huge office and cursing their hotel’s terrible location.

“He’s not texted then?” Grace asked mildly, sipping her tea, and twirling a red curl. That glare was thrown at her again. She chuckled, “I don’t get it- you’re in contact everyday, why is today any different?”

Enna and Owen couldn’t go a single day without contacting each other. There was always some text or phone call to interrupt her day. Enna had once gone away with her boyfriend on a surprise trip and had neglected to tell Owen. Two days had passed without contact and Owen had gotten so worried he’d rung Enna’s mum. There had been a long talk about boundaries after that, but their daily contact had resumed.

“Today is the day I finally see him,” Enna said, looking so excited Grace might have been a little jealous had she not already understood that she always came second to Owen. If only Sean, Enna’s boyfriend, would remember that too. Nothing could break Enna and Owen’s bond from birth, including not seeing each other for a year or two.

Enna sighed and grabbed her mug. Just as she began to stand to go to the kettle, she saw that Grace had already poured them their 3pm brews. She raised her mug, a kitsch red and blue offering, in an apologetic salute.

Enna knew she could become a little occupied in her friendship with Owen, but she’d never been this bad before. They’d been best friends growing up and in university but had still managed lives outside of each other. The ever-lengthening time apart and Owen’s sudden urge to come home had made Enna realise just how long it had been. They’d always planned visits but with life happening all around them it had never quite panned out as often as it should.

“Sorry,” Enna grimaced when she realised that she’d gotten lost in her head again. Grace just laughed, used to the memory lane disappearances by now.

“No worries. Just remember you’ve got ‘the future Mrs O’Donaghue’ breathing down your neck.”

“Oh f-” Enna squealed. Dragon Bride, a young woman who only answered to ‘the future Mrs O’Donaghue’, was getting married in a week’s time and her wish list only kept growing. As events coordinator for the hotel Enna had dealt with many difficult clients over the years. Dragon Bride beat them all. Enna shuddered to think of the consequences of ignoring her.

Two hours later, Enna pretended to bash her forehead against her desk as a high-pitched voice screeched into her ear, “this of the utmostimportant! Do you understand?”

Enna breathed in deeply through her nose and bunched her hair into a fist, “ma’am. Your wedding is in two weeks, it might be difficult to find a petting zoo to rent out in that time.” Her exhale whistled through gritted teeth.

“I don’t want it for the wedding! I want it for the hen do. Is this making sense to you now?” Dragon Bride yelled again. Enna’s knuckles whitened in her hair.

“That is in a week so it’s the same-”

“Just get it done.” Dialling tone rung loud in her ear.

She raised her head from her desk and stared at the phone. She let out a loud, frustrated squawk and slammed the phone down, “This woman is a nightmare!”

“Who’s a nightmare?” A cheerful voice cut through Enna’s frustration. She jumped with a yelp. Swivelling around in her seat she saw her boss, Conor, beaming widely at her. A charismatic man, half the office was in love with him. Blonde hair flopped over his twinkling eyes, always looking suitably messy from his paddle-boarding habit. He looked so much like a stereotypical Australian surfer that it was sometimes a little difficult taking him seriously as her boss.

“The future Mrs O’Donaghue.” Grace supplied, voice light with barely contained amusement.

“Ah,” Conor nodded, “the Dragon?” Enna blinked at his flippant tone. He was a very relaxed boss, insisted everyone called him and his wife by their first names, invited all of his staff down to the pub every Friday and knew them all by name, right down to the ground staff he saw maybe once a year, but usually he was quite respectful towards clients. Enna nodded dumbly.

“What did she want this time?” There was an annoyance in his voice that Enna couldn’t quite parse. Conor never got involved in her clients until Enna came to him with a problem. Then he’d hear the problem from both sides and try to help her solve the issue. She’d only mentioned Dragon Bride once in passing and Conor had dismissed her worries, promising to take her side in whatever.

“A petting zoo!” Grace replied with malicious glee. Enna shot her a look over her shoulder and got a quiet ‘what’ shrug back.

“Who’s paying for the wedding?” Conor asked without preamble, “trust fund baby?” It clicked in Enna’s head. Despite his own wealth from being a hotelier Conor was a snob about rich people. He hated people who had been born into wealth rather than working for it. He thought it made them spoilt and irresponsible. In the case of Dragon Bride, he was right.

“Her father,” Enna muttered. She didn’t want to add fuel to a possible tirade about the plight of the common people. Grace was giggling behind her, turning it into a cough when Conor furrowed his brows at her.

“Ignore her! If she complains I won’t take any notice. Just do your best! And put your phone away,” He nodded towards to Enna’s beeping phone, “oh wait, look it’s five. Pack up lads and ladies! It’s home time! Who’s coming to the pub?” He grinned and swung his arms around to suggest everyone wrap up what they were doing. Everyone instantly stood, having waited for their boss’ weekly pub invitation. Enna picked up her phone with a wry grin towards her eccentric boss, huddling people out of the door. A text from Owen awaited her – he had arrived.

She bolted for the door.

She arrived at the small, red brick bus station twenty minutes late and swearing the entire time. The bendy country roads, thankfully leaf free this time of year, were difficult to navigate anyway. Having vengeful farmers move their herds during rush hour just made it an exercise in anger management. She parked the car across the road, kicked the door shut with another loud curse and looked up to laughter.

Across the road, crouched against the bus station’s toilets walls, was Owen and he was laughing at her. He ran a hand through his hair. Enna grinned back at him, anger instantly melting away. She surreptitiously studied him as she tried to get to him. It had only been around two years since she’d gone to see him in the UK, but he looked untouched by that time. His hair still swung messily around his ears and his eyes still creased when he smiled.

“Sorry!” She yelled over the traffic, “I meant to text but signal on this road y’know,” she carried on as she ran across a gap in the cars going home from the city. Owen waved a dismissive hand as he stood and held his arms out. She threw herself into them apologising profusely, “Alan-”

“-is still punishing us mere mortals for not choosing God’s own profession by letting his sheep loose during rush hour?”

“Exactly!” She beamed as she drew away. Her eyes darted down to what he had been crouched over, “is that all you have?” Disappointment washed over her as she eyed the small duffle bag.

Owen laughed loudly. He ruffled her hair before dropping an arm around her shoulder. Picking up his bag, he guided her towards the luggage hold office opposite the ticket booth. Two huge suitcases stood in wait, “fear not little one, I’m here a while.” Enna let out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding. It was time to bring Owen home.

Later that night, and one sheep free journey later, the two stood outside their old home away from home. Ramble Inn was an old pub in a beautiful Georgian building with red trims around the window. The door had also been red at one point, but the paint had now peeled and faded to a faint pink. As they were growing up it had been their second living room. It was where they came after Mass, where they came after a match, and where they came after school once you hit fifteen. Try as you might though, Tom would never serve you.

Owen laughed at memories of a bygone era. Him, Enna, Grace and Liam, Enna’s older brother, clustered around a table playing dominoes with the old men. They’d enjoyed playing at being adults and the real adults had enjoyed indulging them. He wondered if they were still there.

“Tom still won’t serve you underage.” Enna guessed at his previous thoughts. Owen rubbed at his beard. One night, drunk and seventeen, Owen had tried to get served. He’d gotten quite rowdy; Tom had thrown him out and he’d landed on his face. He’d never forgotten the pain of a dislocated jaw.

“Tom’s still psychic, knows everyone ages, even the passers through. Kids don’t get anything but juice,” Enna grinned at him lost in his misty-eyed memories.

“You two going to stand outside here all night?” A voice cut through their reverie. They turned their head in unison. Caoimhe Walsh stood there with a hand on her hip and bright eyes fixed on Owen. A more recent addition to the village, a blow-in from Dublin, Caoimhe had been an instant hit. Tall, blonde, and beautiful, she was everything Enna wasn’t but every bit as sweet as she looked.

“Keev!” Enna grinned, “thought you were out with the girls tonight?” Unlike Enna, who found socialising wearing, Caoimhe thrived on it, flitting happily between social groups, welcomed by most.

“Yeah, we decided on a quiet one instead.” She slung an arm around Enna’s shoulder and threw a hand up to the Ramble Inn’s curling gold letters. Enna snorted. Caoimhe shot a wolfish grin back. They both knew she’d have no such thing.

Caoimhe’s eyes finally strayed to where Owen was looking at them with a slightly dumb smile on his face. Noticing Caoimhe looking at him, Owen offered a slightly dumb wave.

“Owen?” Caoimhe’s eyes went wide and, after a beat, threw her arms around him in a massive hug, “oh my god, you’re that Owen?”

Enna blinked rapidly at them. Keev had moved the village long after Owen had left. Although she had featured heavily in the stories Enna told him, he never mentioned knowing her.

“You’re that Caoimhe?” His laugh was jubilant as he picked her up, “I never made the link! Enna talks about you all the time. Oh, Eni, do you remember that business trip I took like two months ago?” Owen turned back to her when he caught sight of her tilted head and querying expression.

Caoimhe came back to Enna’s side and slid her hand into the hook of Enna’s arm. She grinned at her expectantly, “and remember that holiday I took two months ago?” She prompted when Enna didn’t connect the dots straight away. It must have all been too exciting because she didn’t wait for a response, “well we met at this bar, got chatting and when I said I was living in Ballygra… how did we not make the connection?”

Enna pulled a face. It certainly seemed a little unbelievable. There were so few people in the village and none with her name. Before she could query it, Keev said,

“Can’t believe Ballygra produces such hot men.” She winked at him. He nodded and winked back with a flirtatious grin. Enna snorted.

Nothing had changed then. It had been like this since he was about twenty-one. That’s when the braces had finally come off, bed head stopped being his only hair style and he’d discovered the power of personal hygiene. Since then people had flocked around him. She saw it, of course, but actual attraction was hard to summon when you’d seen them hungover countless times since you were fourteen.

“Are you coming to Midnight’s, Owen?” Caoimhe beamed as the thought occurred to her.

Saturday lunch at Café Midnight was their tradition; Enna, Liam, Grace and Caoimhe. Sometimes Sean would pop in his head, but Friday night was Boys Night and lunches were usually slept through as a healing process. Caoimhe dragged the pair inside instead of waiting for an answer. She already knew that, when together, where Enna was Owen would also be.

The Ramble Inn was the same as Owen remembered it. The wooden bar stood proud in the middle; battered, worn, and smelling of spilled beer and disinfectant. Old, wobbly stools stood guard including the one Enna had completely unpicked when she was fifteen. Tom had made her re-sew another one and, despite it being the ugliest thing in the world, he had made her sit on it every time she came in for years.

It was filled with the usual Friday night suspects. On the right-hand side, the men still played their dominoes. Old Man Charlie still had his whiskey clutched in his hand and an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, smoking ban be damned.

On the left-hand side sat the younger crowd, some with kids because who wanted to cook on a Friday night? Teenagers tucked in the corner with juice, a group playing darts. Tom stood through it all, keeping court with a raggedy dishcloth tossed over his shoulder. The only difference was Tom’s hair now silver all over and there were extra wrinkles around his eyes. A spotty teenager served as a glass collector.

Caoimhe left Owen’s side the moment they entered. A group of women sitting at the back waved her over. One of them nodded to Owen and Caoimhe flew over to them to spread the gossip of his return.

Owen turned for Enna, but she had already brushed past. She nodded to all the familiar faces as she moved towards the bar. She leant on it, sitting on her stool, and laughed at whatever Tom said to her. Then she turned to point at Owen still standing by the door. Tom’s bushy eyebrows shot up.

“You’ve grown boy!” Tom yelled over the pub noise. It fell quiet. Everyone looked over at him. He shifted on his feet and offered an awkward wave. It took a few seconds, but the pub noise swelled once they recognised Ballygra’s wayward son. Old Man Charlie and his group raised their glasses. Tom beckoned him over. He shuffled over and Tom busied himself by the bar,

“You still Jameson’s?” He grinned his familiar, crooked smile and pushed a glass towards him. His returning smile was awkward, wondering how his jaw might last this encounter. A beer was in Enna’s hand and he raised an eyebrow. All through university Enna had been a cocktail girl, proudly declaring beer to be nothing but ‘wheat water’. She noticed his pointed look.

“Well, you’ve got to lower your standards for this place,” the wink she sent Tom was waved good-naturedly away.

Suddenly a large set of arms wrapped themselves around Enna’s waist. Lips pressed against her cheek and told her, “You’re late. Took your time getting here, didn’t you?” The tone aimed for teasing but missed.

“Sean! I had to pick Owen up and say hi to his mam of course,” Enna laughed. She turned around and reached up to peck him on the lips.

“How could I forget?” There was a slight edge to Sean’s voice that made Owen prickle slightly. Sean reached over with his hand extended. Owen shook it, proud that he only winced a little at the firm grip. The two men then regarded each other coolly over Enna’s head. She pretended not to notice, preferring to ignore a problem until it went away. Instead, she busied herself with looking around the pub for someone. The two men regarded each other. Sean was dark haired, blue-eyed, and muscular, the exact type Enna had lusted after all these years. Owen was brown haired, brown-eyed and, in Enna’s eyes, still wearing his teenage skin. Sean offered him a smile that never reached his eyes and turned away.

“She’s over there with Conor.” Sean said. Conor and Grace sat in a booth with their heads bent over a piece of paper. His beautiful wife, Sarah, sat on the other side of the pub, playing on her phone. Waving to Sarah, Enna grabbed Owen’s hand and pulled Owen towards her friend. Sean was shrugged off and sulked over to his darts group. His friend heard his complaining and clapped him on the shoulder. Sean hadn’t been in the village long enough to understand the friendship but everyone else had.

As the pair approached Grace and Conor, Enna narrowed her eyes on the piece of paper they were looking at. It was on the hotel stationery. Rarely was work brought to the pub, only during a big event at the hotel, and if it was, Enna’s presence was required. She strained her head forward to try and get a better look. Instead, it alerted the pair to their arrival. Grace glanced up. Her eyes widened and she kicked Conor under the table. He jerked up. It took a second but then he shot them his signature twinkle. The paper got surreptitiously tucked away into his inside jacket pocket.

“Owen!” Grace cried as she launched herself up and threw her arms around him. Enna was almost jealous of the amount of people hurling themselves at him.

Owen punched out a laugh as he braced for impact. His eyebrows shot up at her reaction. Sure, they’d grown up together, but it had been Enna and Owen, Liam and Grace. It had changed with Owen moving away and Liam getting a job as a GP in the next town over. It had become Enna and Grace with Grace falling out of contact Owen and taking less to Liam.

“How are you doing Grey?” Owen’s voice went soft, once more lost in memory. Grace shot him a wide smile. She placed her hands on his cheeks and gave them a pat, like she used to do.

She turned back to the table, “this is Conor, I mean Mr Murray!” Grace presented him with an arm flourish, “our boss,” she tacked on when the confused silence lengthened. Owen, not one to be rude, offered up a hand and a friendly greeting. Conor stood to clap him on the back before making his excuses to return to Sarah. Enna watched for a moment before she turned around to eye Grace.

“Number puzzles,” she said, “he finds one, sometimes in work, I help him if he’s stuck. You know Sarah has no head for numbers. Anyway, you back then?” The pair slipped into Conor’s vacated space. Grace dragged her eyes around the wayward son, “my, my you havegrown up.”

God, why did everyone keep saying that? Enna turned to assess him again. All she could see was the friend she’d helped get over ex’s, whose hair she’d held back during the morning afters.

“I don’t know.” He huffed to Grace’s question, “I told myself a month and then back to work.” A wistful look stole over his face as he turned it about the room. Some of Caoimhe’s friends were looking back over their drinks. The Old Boys kept flicking their eyes over, clearly wondering at how to treat him. Was he still considered one of their own after so long away? Was he a blow-in, like Conor and Caoimhe? Tom still wore holes in the floor behind the bar. The darts game ended with groans and Sean fist-pumping the air, “but who knows? This place – it’s home.”

Sean sidled over now that he’d won his game. He came to stand by Owen, looking down his nose pointedly at him. Owen avoided his gaze; seemingly engrossed by the bottom of his glass. Sean hovered a second more before sliding in beside Grace with a pout. Enna swallowed. Well, this might be awkward.

[gotatext]

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       ( kristine froseth, cis-female ) did you hear how FRIDA PARRISH is applying to columbia university as a CLASSICAL CIVILISATION major ?! the 20 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + MAGNETIC and + TENACIOUS, but honestly i think SHE can be -DOUBLE-CROSSING and -FANCIFUL. they’re a real SYRABITE. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.   + a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, pouring over leather-bound volumes in a library, bloodstains on the insoles of pointe shoes.

BACKGROUND.

—  born in vermont and lived there til she was about eleven, but then her family moved to new york for her dad’s job. her dad is kind of famous. a big shot art dealer. he actually got so well connected in the art world by creating forgeries of famous works when frida was still really young, but once he had enough money and contacts, he decided to follow a more legal and reputable path and now he just deals legit art rather than fakes. —  her parents, mara dagney and richard parrish met doing a fine art cause at nyu. richard was raised in the uk, one of three cambridge-born brothers. mara grew up on a ranch in new mexico. they met in freshers week and were basically inseparable after that. —  pretty soon after graduating, her parents realised there was very little money to be made taking art commissions in a little new england town, and plenty of competition, so they began forging famous works and selling them to collectors for thousands.  —  when frida was a born (her brother two years her senior, a nuclear family), her parents were still involved in forgery. the parrish kids were taught that people and places were temporary with suitcases permanently packed for the move. they were raised on the fluidity of identity and taught to be resourceful and wise rather than school-smart. phillip was never as resourceful as frida, but he was incredibly learned when it came to literacy and numeracy, and a bit of an art prodigy. —  when frida (affectionately referred to as ‘fox’ by her family because of her auburn hair – it stuck) was nine and phillip (’pippin’, after the broadway musical lmao her mum is lame) was twelve, the family ran into some trouble, managed to bribe an officer to stay quiet, but had to move from burlingdon to new york, to start a new, legal life. —  mara retrained as a grade school teacher. richard opened up his own arts collective space and coffee shop. within a few years, her father had a really large collection of rothko’s, pollock’s and johns’, and began to appear on a tv show where he would value and auction paintings. frida and phillip attended a public new york day school, where frida took up flute, lacrosse and ballet.

PERSONALITY.

— both her parents had Large Personalities, so frida’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless”  — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. frida prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. — just wants to be Loved By All. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she Should enjoy it. — tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.  — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj. 

anyway, here you will find a pinterest board, and here u will find a stats page.

PLOTS.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with frida before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends –  probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live on the same floor and only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries ! 

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! 

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

i reckon she’s in a lot of societies, definitely the film club, maybe works as a projectionist at the uni cinema if they have one so give me ppl affiliated with that, give me fellow wanky pretentious art-lovers and poets and historians who will go to museums and galleries with her and listen to the velvet underground on vinyl

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst, 

people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

thats all for now folks jeez louise thanks for stickin with me

[ivmwc]

𝕀 𝔾𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝔻𝕠 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕀𝕤 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 || Self-Para

who: Luke Benson ft. Ripley Wren when: Early Afternoon 11/19 where: Wold Lodge Fitness Gym summary: After one of their weekly one-on-one training sessions, the gals have a chat

As the finished up their cool-down, and Ripley went over to take seat on the bench, next to her things, Luke instead began to work on some stretches for the class that she had up next in about thirty minutes or so. “Alright,” came the accented word, “Let’s get into this week’s mini-session.”

Luke chuckled, having lost all hope that Ripley would ever forget that she agreed to doing therapy sessions, under the condition that they could fit it into Luke’s existing schedule. This downtime after their one-on-ones seemed perfect, and the woman was nothing if not clever, Luke would certainly give her that. “Sure thing,” she replied, not missing a beat in the routine she was working on,

“We discussed your mum last session, and you made mention that hers wasn’t the first death you had dealt with first-hand. Care to elaborate on that?”

The trainer sighed, but masked it well as a simple breathing exercise as she refused to stop moving. “Not really, but I suppose if I don’t bother to leave my comfort zone every once in a while, then there’s no point in free therapy,” she noted. “I was seven. Teagan, my brother-from-another-mother that’s been up in Philly for a few years now, he had an older brother. His name was Steven and even though he was eighteen, high school senior, he was never bothered by Teagan and I tagging along with him. He was genuinely the older brother any kid would be lucky enough to have.” 

She let out a small chuckle as memories came back. “We used to say that Steven probably knew that Teagan was trans even before Teagan knew what trans meant,” she laughed, before it faded out. “He sounds wonderful,” came the reply from her friend, that Luke by now understood was a gently nudge to continue.

“Anyway, it was November 10th. It was already cold and dark as we tried to make our way back to Threadgoode home after having dropped off Lyra at her house. Steven had taken us out for some sledding and we’d kind of lost track of time. He was pulling Teagan and I behind him on the sled, and we couldn’t have been any further than maybe three or four houses when we heard the revving of an engine and it suddenly started getting louder. Closer. We looked around trying to place it, but there weren’t any headlights...until there were.

They came on, blindingly, pretty much right on us. Steven managed to kick the sled down into the nearby ditch, and us with it. The sled hit a rock, we flipped and got thrown off into some cold runoff. As soon I felt solid ground under me, I checked on Teagan and we both immediately started to try and get back up to street level, but our gloves weren’t helping. I remember just ripping mine off with my teeth so I could use my fingers to dig into the snow and get back up.

By the time I was at street level again though, the lights were gone again and all I heard was the screeching of the tires as it peeled off. I was able to make out tracks in the snow...they started off muddy from the street slush, but then started to fade into almost pink slush, and then there was the deep crimson of the pools that were forming around Steven’s head and chest. I ran over, and I remember not really thinking too much but just acting. I could see a being wound in his chest, and put my hands over it. I could hear Teagan coming up behind me, and screaming for help. I glanced down at Steven, and he looked up at me-” She stopped for the first time since she’d started, and took a steadying breath. “-He uh, he looked up at me and he tried to smile. Blood just came up and I didn’t know what to do. I could keep my hands on his chest, but I couldn’t really put my hand over his mouth right? But in the midst of that he just mouthed ‘It’s okay’, and then his eyes went dim. I looked up at my best friend, and I could almost swear his eyes had gone dim at that moment too.

It was honestly all so chaotic and felt like it lasted for ages, but I later found out it was closer to five minutes. Mr. and Mrs. Threadgoode grew concern when we were late getting back, so there were actually out on their front porch waiting for us. They heard the initial revving and saw the headlights pop on, they heard an impact, saw the lights go back out and then shortly after they heard Teagan’s screams for help. Mr. Threadgoode said it took him another five minutes just to pull me off Steven when he got to us....Never did find who was responsible, though considering their paternal grandfather had been a former hunter, they didn’t expect much.”

Finally coming to a stop, Luke went over and took a seat on the floor next to her friend. “So, how many people have you shared this experience with?” came the question. “Counting you and the investigating officer? Three.” She watched Ripley nod and say, “I’m assuming Teagan’s not the third person, as if you’re discussing his brother you’re going to focus on Teagan’s experience.” When Luke just nodded, Rip added, “Because of course you are.”

Luke dropped her head back on the bench and looked up at the guild hunter. “If I’m honest, I kind of repressed the whole thing for a while. Didn’t really think about until mom....”

“Oh, so I take it the thirst person who knows about this is the same person you opened up to about your mum then?” Luke didn’t really answer, though it didn’t seem to make difference either way. “Does that woman know just how deeply in love with her you are?”

“Ripleeeeyyyy,” Luke warned.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be difficult. Honest. All I’m saying, is that you’ve shared so many things with me as your therapist that I really highly doubt you’d have ever shared with me as your friend, and it turns out that almost every single thing has also been shared with this woman. Surely, in spite of the persona you sometimes put on, you’re self-aware enough to see just how much trust in a person it takes to do that?”

Luke gave her an almost defeated look before she came back with, “Well, she trusted me enough to allow me to be around her daughter and in a way that’s kind of what brought me back to center so...all’s well that ends well...however it ends.” Ripley gave her a soft look that was almost tinged with pity. “Oh, you clever girl. It seems your physical gymnastic abilities are only rivaled by the mental ones you go through up here,” she said, giving her forehead a tap.

She then proceeded to gently brush away the loose strands of hair, which caused Luke to narrow her eyes and become wary. Sure enough, she spotted Phoenix making her way to the dance room while looking in at the pair. She slapped the hand away. “Behave,” she warned as stood up.

[kendraxtempleton]

K E N D R A   J A I D E N   T E M P L E T O N

I N F O R M A T I O N

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ･:*:･ﾟ

N I C K N A M E ( S ) :

{   K e n  ,  K e n n y   }

A G E :

{   T w e n t y  -  F i v e   }

A L L I E G A N C E :

{   U r i e   }

S E X U A L   O R I E N A T I O N :

{   B i s e x u a l   }

R E L A T I O N S H I P   S T A T U S :

{   S i n g l e   }

H E A L T H   S T A T U S :

{   H i s t o r y   o f   D e p r e s s i o n   }

O C C U P A T I O N :

{   S t r i p p e r  /  E s c o r t    a t    H o l y   T r i n i t y   }

{   P e r s o n a l   H i t  -  W o m a n   f o r   M o r r i g a n   U r i e   }

F A M I L Y  /  C O N N E C T I O N S :

B I O L O G I C A L   P A R E N T S    ---  {  D E C E A S E D  }

Y O U N G E R   B R O T H E R   ---   {   elijah   }

F O S T E R   B R O T H E R   ---   {   wyatt   }

B E S T   F R I E N D    ---    {   morrigan   }

C R U S H   ---   {   kayden  }

E N E M Y   ---   {   theon   }

m o r e   t o   a d d  . . .

B I O G R A P H Y :

     When Kendra was young she learnt how to play the piano. In their small wooden home on the slightly poorer side of Hedgestone, she would sit beside her greying father and play on the old grand piano. The piano itself was the last of what they had from her father’s mother, and it was something Kendra’s father refused to ever sell; even when times were hard. Even though money was hard at times, the Templeton’s were always happy, even when they added an extra member to the family.

     When Kendra was ten everything changed.

     After their mother had tucked her and Elijah into their beds in their shared bedroom, the house was quiet as everyone fell asleep. But sometime in the early hours of the morning Kendra woke up to their mother shaking her awake, a crying Elijah in her arms. As her senses came to her Kendra could smell the smoke and feel the heat of the fire. She didn’t have time to react before their mother was dragging her out of the room. Cough filled her lungs and fire licked at her feet as they ran out of the house. Their mum left them there on the pavement, Elijah clutched in Kendra’s arms as the woman ran back into the house. Neither of their parents came back out of their home. 

     By the time the police arrived the house was in shambles, and so was Kendra. Her hands remained clutched onto her brother, even after the doctors were finished with them. Kendra’s hands only let go of Elijah when child services separated. Due to crowding, Elijah was sent away to a an Ainsworth adoption service while Kendra stayed in Hedgestone. Watching her brother be taken away in a different car, Kendra had screamed and kicked as she tried to get to him. But it was no use, no one cared about the Templeton’s.

     Kendra grew angry the longer she was separated from her brother. No one cared to even know where she came, or that she had a sibling. Like the other orphans Kendra became a ghost waiting for someone to bring her back to life. She only spent a couple of months with the service before the Langstons’ found her. Kendra wasn’t sure what they saw that made them want her. She wasn’t young, or a smiling pretty child. Still, they wanted her and that made Kendra angrier. No matter how angry Kendra would be, or how she would only speak a few words at a time, the Langstons’ never stopped trying or loving her. And after some time Kendra found, despite not wanting to, herself loving all of them.

     As a teenager when Kendra wasn’t hanging around Wyatt and his friend Kayden, she was slinking away at night to party with a group of kids from school. It was the stage of her life when Kendra thought about dying. Every time she’d pop a pill or snort a line, she’d wonder if this would be what would kill her. She’d spend her nights and weekends drinking, getting high or having sex with men. Each time she snuck back in through her window of a morning, Kendra would ignore the looks Wyatt gave her and pretend everything was okay. 

     Then one night, when Kendra was done with school and aimless, the night of her parent’s anniversary she was high and depressed, a man pulled her into an alley way. He pulled at her clothes and kept trying to push her down on her knees. Kendra called out but no one heard and the man tried harder to get her of her clothes. Scratching at his face and hitting him, he still didn’t give up. Her hand reached out and  found a broken glass bottle that she stabbed into the man’s neck. It was Morrigan Urie who found her there in the alley way bloody and with a dead body. 

     Morrigan was Kendra’ saving grace. She cleaned Kendra up and helped her get a job and sober. When Morrigan first asked Kendra to work as her personal hit woman, Kendra had been hesitant and then she had her taste for it. Kendra found she liked having control of these powerful people, sleeping with them and earning their secrets before ending their lives. She earned the name Black Widow and after years of being invisible, Kendra was good at her job and keeping herself unknown. 

     Year after year, Kendra and Morrigan’s relationship developed and when the girl’s father and brother were killed she was by Morrigan’s side. Except throughout her teenage years, Kendra had been sneaking out to meet her brother. Struck between wanting to be with him and the people she cares about in Hedgestone. Kendra drowns in her guilt everyday but unable to make a choice. 

[thefemalehustler]

#PRFOCUS INTERVIEW: ANDREA HAMILTON (CEO THEORY COMMUNICATIONS)

Hi Andrea, thank you for taking the time to speak to The Female Hustler today. You are originally from Cleveland, what was it like growing up there and what made you decide to make the move to Atlanta where you are currently based?

Cleveland is a tough place to grow up in. There aren't many opportunities, its much poorer, a lot of crime, but that type of environment births a city of hungry people who are go-getters. I had a great family life, I grew up with my mother who is an educator and my father who is an artist/photographer. By having the best of both worlds, I had a lot of great knowledge, characteristics and skills instilled in me from birth. When it came time to select a university/college to attend, I wanted to move to Atlanta BAD. Atlanta seemed to be the hot and popping place for African Americans and millennials. I knew that Atlanta was the place to be, if you wanted to be somebody.

You went to college for Fashion Design, how did you end up working in PR?

I took a slew of odd internships while in fashion school, because I was desperately trying to find myself. I stumbled across a fashion PR internship and applied. Luckily, due to my quick wit and knowledge I landed an interview and was hired. It was then that I realized PR was my true calling. I went out a lot as a young adult and would meet all kinds of people, head music execs, athletes, tastemakers, artists and more. I used those relationships to develop a strong a core network. So when I got into PR, those contacts I had finally were beneficial to my career. I grew to love public relations fast because I was naturally great at it.

You are the head publicist at your company Theory Communications which you run with your sister, how is it working so closely with family?

My sister and I are 17-months a part and have always been raised like "Irish twins." Nobody knows me like my sister does, and vice versa. We argue and bicker all the time, but we always make amends and never let that get in-between the work that needs to be done. We've spent our entire lives together so we know each others strengths and weaknesses as if they are our own.

Tell us a bit more about your company Theory Communications and what services you offer

Theory Communications is an integrative communications agency, fusing traditional PR and marketing tools. Founded in 2014, our team consists of professionals with combined experience serving a number of high-profile clients in areas including Atlanta, Los Angeles and New York City.

Theory Communications specializes in public relations, digital marketing, social media marketing, event planning and branding for lifestyle, sports and entertainment clients. We also have in-house web design, graphic and intellectual property teams. We pride ourselves on creating informative, fresh and innovative brand awareness for our clients through extensive relations with national and local media, state-of-the-art marketing tools and strategic planning skills.

One of your current big clients is Hustle Gang, how did that opportunity to work with them come about and what has been a highlight so far?

I was introduced to Grand Hustle through a referral. Once myself and some of their executive staff met we immediately had a great vibe. I'm a family ran business so all of my clients are like family. I have to really have great vibes and energy with each client as well as they need to have that for myself and our team. So we immediately hit it off, which led to us working with each other.

Since working as a publicist what has been one of your favourite campaigns so far?

One of my very first gigs was the VH1 Rock Doc - ATL Rise: The Untold Story of Atlanta's Rap Game. We were the talent liaisons for the show, as well as curated the big red carpet premiere in Atlanta. I will never forget this because it was such a huge gig and we landed it within 30 days of launching our company. It also was the first time I had received TV/Film credits, so to reach that goal in the very beginning has always been memorable.

With your job you are always travelling around, where has been your favourite place you have got to visit with your work so far?

I travelled to Hong Kong, China with one of my beauty clients, Ming Lee. I love experiencing different cultures, so being in China was always a bucket list destination for me. I had a great time and learned a lot about their way of life, food, culture and more.

As you know we are a UK based blog, have you ever been to the UK? Any plans to come to London anytime soon?

I have not been to the UK yet, but I cannot wait to have the opportunity to come there. I've heard so many great things and funnily whenever I pretend to have an alter-ego I am from West London, Hammersmith, lol. So I probably need to visit there to learn more facts when I pretend next time.

Are you familiar with any UK artists?

I'm familiar with Stefflon Don, she's super dope. She's signed with Quality Control - an AMAZING independent label. They put on heavy for their artists so I've been watching her movement... she's going to blow.

Who would be your dream client if you could work with anybody that you haven't already?

I don't per say have "dream clients" I just love working with athletes and dope/creative artists with open mind sets. But if I had to choose, I would love to work with someone such as Travis Scott because he's just dope all around. Rihanna of course because she has so many different things going on in several industry categories, so we would stay busy and get creative.

When a potential new client approaches you about working together, what do you already expect them to have in place?

They need to have a product and somewhat of a local following.

What struggles did you face when launching your own company and how did you overcome them? Do you have any advice you could share with someone who is getting ready to take that leap into launching their own company?

The main struggle is organization. We kind of hit the ground running, so we were stuck trying to organize the back end of the business while taking on new clients. It's important to organize and manage your business operations first and foremost. Understand the business your in, do research, read articles, know the top 5 CEO's in your field and their story. There's no such thing as too much knowledge. You should study your craft every day so you can understand how to operate your business the best way.

You are also a full time mum, how do you manage juggling motherhood and running your own company? Do you have any advice for any mums out there who may be wanting to start their own company?

My advice for Moms are NEVER GIVE UP. My daughter is my biggest motivation. She comes with me everywhere thankfully because I have the luxury to do that. But for the Moms who may have to put their kids in school/day-care, just always set aside time for your kid as well as time to recharge yourself. It's very difficult finding time for you when you are juggling the weight of the world and a child(ren) on your shoulders. I usually pick a day of the week that I will just hang with my daughter and then possibly just go home, cook (which I love to do), watch TV or go get a massage. It's been life changing.

As you know we are 'The Female Hustler' what is your definition of a 'Female Hustler'?

A female hustler is a woman who knows what she wants and is relentless to reach that goal. You may not necessarily be at your "goal" yet, but as long as you are taking strides to reach your goals in life you are a hustler. Never be discouraged by the hustle and never compare your grind to another because we all have different roads to take to reach our goals.

Finally what is coming up for you, your company and clients that you are able to share with us?

Honestly, we will just be working, growing larger with clients and our team. We have a lot of great projects upcoming for some of our existing clients such as Lou Williams (Clippers), Hustle Gang, Stephen Jackson (NBA Veteran), The Gathering Spot (Private Membership Club) and more. This year (2018) is going to be crazy!

To connect with Theory Communications see below:

T: www.Twitter.com/theory_comm

IG: www.Instagram.com/Theory_Comm

W: www.TheoryComm.com

[laurakinneywrites]

lazy bios;

RAYMOND STINGER; ((surname tbd lmao))

ok he's not actually super developed cos i just made him today but he's mr ray from finding nemo lmao!!!!

obvi like lisa he's an elementary school teacher??? AND IDK HOW IT WORKS IN THE US OF A like i know obviously over here when you have a primary teacher they're your teacher for all lessons? idk if that's the case in america tho i feel like it might not be???? but he's english!!!! and he's a geography major :) he's super duper into geography and travelling and shit!!! 

but when he was like a Teenager he was dead like rock and like thought he was the Bees Knees LMAO like he thought he was SO COOL but he wasn't he was just a massive dork that thought he could start a band but nobody wanted to be in his band cos he's a nerdass so he started this one man band in his garage and held concerts that only his mum and kid sister would go to and he was one of those kids that would try and strap all these diff instruments to himself to make it work LMAO so he had like a keyboard and then he'd blow into his trumpet and strum his guitar and if she was feeling generous he'd get his kid sister to do the *ding* of the triangle or bash some symbols together and he thought he was so rock n roll but he just wasn't LMAO

ANYWAYS in spite of that he's a very talented musician in fairness to him and even tho he had no friends at school and was the big loser he was just rly sweet and nice to everyone???? he just!!! likes people and likes making them smile!!!! he's just a big smiler!!!!!! lmao and at his old school that he taught at they ended up in a bit of a rut where they had no music teacher? so he took on the role to help out while they found someone to fit the position but then they realised just how good he was and how much the kids love him so it kinda stuck and he got back into music and as like oh!!! i missed this!!!!! wow!!!! so now that he's in cherry grove he's like!!! WANNA TEACH THE SMOLS LOVE THE SMOLS THEY'RE SO UPBEAT AND FULL OF WONDER GOD BLESS 'EM!!!!!! and so even tho he majors in geography and excels in music, he teaches everything obvi!!!! 

but geography and music classes are his favs and he loves hyping the kids up? and like where lisa sorta teaches her kiddos and is dead hippy and gives them play times where she feels they deserve it and just plays her guitar and sings to herself while they're working n shit he likes to like?? actually teach lessons with music sometimes??? which is super unconventional maybe but he's got that whole like school of rock vibe where he wants kids to know that they can be anything and that any career is viable and that you don't always have to be academic! or athletic! or musical! or you can be! any of those things!! and that's ok!!! and so he has all the fun w music class especially cos he assigns them all instruments and is like YOU'RE IN THE BAND and lets them explore their talents and if they don't wanna be in the band and play or sing he's like that's cool!!! u wanna manage??? do costumes??? what do u wanna do COS I'M SO ON BOARD!!!!! he's just a really cheery bab lmao i haven't given him any angst (YET?????)

but yeah! and he loves the beach and the ocean and stuff like that obvi cos u know he's based on a stingray so, lmao. and he loves taking kids on field trips omg!!! to the aquarium? CHECK!!! to musicals? CHECK!!!! he's a pacifist and he's not one for arguing but he does like to be assertive and get his way if the principal doesn't want him taking the kids on field trips n stuff but he does it in such a soft and mild way that he sorta convinces them that it's for educational purposes and wins people over with his warm smile ^_^

also i like to picture how he dresses and he def goes to work in like really clipped and expensive looking (but tbh probs scavenged from second hand shops lol) suits that are really prim and proper looking but he loves wearing like suspenders and braces and he never wears a tie (the occasional bow tie IF HE HAS TO but he hates wearing ties) and his hair's always scruffy and messy and his shirt's always crumpled w the top button undone so it's that kind of Look(tm) where he's dressed all smart and suave but Not? so basically like every hot dude at the end of a wedding reception after they've discarded their tie and have danced into the night, except that's his every day Look

DINAH CARROLL:

OK SO she’s a childhood best friend of alice's?? and like when bunny sorta lead alice away they drifted a bit? like they're still /friends/ but dinah's not at all on the drug scene and it's just not the life for her and she doesn't rly venture into that kinda territory at all? so where alice fell into a bad crowd she sorta left dinah behind? and they sorta miss one another terribly and think super highly of one another but maybe they don't necessarily have anything in common anymore and it's kinda sad for them cos they can't seem to fall back into old patterns.

i was thinking that like they both kinda chase after the white rabbit but alice falls down the hole w/o dinah? and i was thinking about how alice sorta idolises bunny and maybe dinah did too but got left behind kinda thang?

cos especially in the book and whatnot alice and dinah follow white rabbit and alice falls down the rabbit hole after him!!! but leaves dinah behind!!! and she spends all her time in wonderland talking about dinah and how much she misses her, and there’s a part about where alice talks about how everyone in wonderland hates dinah but she thinks she’s the best cat in the world, so essentially alice and dinah (in the rp) are best friends and alice goes down her route with bunny and dinah feels a little left behind and alone. but she never stops loving and missing alice? and vice versa? alice still thinks highly of her and though her new friends don’t necessarily think very highly of dinah or even like her in the slightest bit, she’ll defend her relentlessly even when they aren’t still talking/hanging out/etc

but i was thinking about like cats and their agility and their love of climbing and stuff!! and i was thinking of making her like really into things like rock climbing and abseiling and shit????? and like free running/parkour n stuff lol.

and she can be soft and affectionate and ^____^ like all cats but she can hold her own and she's got a bitta bite in her too ya know?? like a soft lil feminist kitty. and naturally she Loves Cats lol. and she's scared of dogs? i was thinking about how alice like proudly tells people about how dinah's v good at hunting and catching her dinner (ie mice and stuff?) and thought maybe my dinah could be like into archery or smth? not /actually/ hunting but she's a dab hand w a bow and arrow maybe or smth.

also she's like tomboyish and girly at the same time? so she loves a good flower crown and prettying herself up but she's not afraid of getting herself all roughed up and dirty and looking scruffy? and she likes playing around w her image and just trying new things and dyeing her hair and doing as she pleases :3

she's not necessarily good with kids? not so much that she dislikes them, cos she doesn't, but she's not rly used to altering herself or her behaviour to suit others? like she is who she is with everyone? so around kids sometimes she forgets that she can't just be blunt if it suits her or sarcastic or w/e and that she's gotta be a lil bit softer and sorta adapt and stuff

idk her sexuality just yet but she’s very much into girls and guys and loves kissing pretty girls and has never had a Real or Serious relationship cos most people don’t take her seriously which is okay!!! she’s just coasting through life but once she develops a crush her lil heart is all aflutter and she’s got a bad habit of crushing on girls who won’t like her back and it makes her a bit Sad

her parents own a donut shop called the rabbit hole

she has two sisters named caroline and edith (one older, one younger!) and a little brother named albert

she has two bunnies and a cat! her cat is literally named kitten because she’s unoriginal, and she has a white rabbit named white rabbit (cos unoriginal), and another white rabbit named snowdrop (cos dinah’s kids were named snowdrop and kitten lol)

MOHINDER PATEL; 

okay!!!! so mo!!!!! his backstory is a bit topsy turvy til i develop it in its entirety cos i wanna make sure it's all solid lmao but.

BASICALLY mohinder's parents were explorers and stuff? and they travelled the world with mo at their side? they were archaeologists for the most part, but before they set off travelling, ever before they had mo, his father was a professor and his mother was a veterinarian. :) anyways!!!! one day they were travelling and mo was only about 3? they got into a boating accident. they were travelling along the river and the current grew stronger than they'd anticipated, and they crashed into the bank. mo's father was driving and he passed away on impact, but his mother crowded over mo's body, shielding him in an attempt to save him from harm? obviously distraught and terrified, she wanted to stay and mourn her husband but her priority was getting mo to safety, and so she bundled him into her arms and ran to find help. they were stranded alone in a jungle though with no sign of civilisation and she was certain there was no hope until she eventually ran into a small clearing that essentially resembled a tiny village? there weren't many inhabitants but they were willing to help and they took them in, took care of mo, and tried to nurse his mum back to health. sadly she died tho from her injuries as she'd been so shocked and eager to help mo she hadn't taken any notice of how severe her own injuries were. 

anyways mo eventually was integrated into this tiny band of people, and lived his life in this jungle, growing up surrounded by the people who saved him. there were only about 20 of them, and they were all men. there were no women and so the only woman that mo ever truly knew was his mother, who he lost far too young? he still has little reminders of his parents, things they scavenged from their bodies/the boat/etc, but not much memory of them.

anyway he grew up in this sorta deserted jungle and had no real basis of human interaction cos he didn't know anybody out of that circle? he was surrounded by nature and animals more often than he was people, and for the first few years of his life there he barely spoke a word, only really opening up around age 6 or 7, finally finding the courage to speak, though still a boy of few words.

he was taught to hunt and defend himself as they weren't near any sort of real town and they didn't have things like tvs or basic coking utensils even? so they had to hunt and fight for their food. mo /hated/ it. he learned archery from a young age and became exceptionally skilled, but he never liked to kill for his food as it didn't feel right. so when he was a little older he started trying to find new ways to feed himself through plants and stuff? he wasn't very clever though so a lot of plants that he picked and whatnot were really dangerous and he got really poorly for a while and was kinda scolded for it and had to revert back to the ways he was taught.

he's a scrappy fighter even though he can stand up for himself and fight there's nothing clean or proper or educated about his techniques in fighting cos it's all based on the hunting and everything hes had to do to stay alive??? so he's a proper savage if he's ever in a fight lmao

he loves animals so much though? he doesn't wanna hurt them cos when you grow up with mostly animals for company they become your family and he works to protect them, not harm them??? he used to put himself in danger a lot by going days w/o eating cos he would just refuse to kill for his food.

he doesn't rly know how to harness and express his emotions cos he's never been taught real, human behaviour? he's never had any basis to learn from either. so he's got no concept of social norms and ordinary behaviour?

he spent all his life just like climbing trees and swinging from branches w the monkeys and drinking from the lakes w elephants and integrating himself w the animals rather than the few humans he Did know?

when he was 15 their little 'village' if u will was raided and uncovered??? and essentially i've not like delved too far into this aspect but bc it was kinda an uncivilised and unethical way of living they were all brought back to civilisation and The Real World, but mo especially bc he was so young he was put into foster care by the system? given this new life and stuff. they tried to track his parents family based on the lil bits he Did have but to no avail.

he was thrown into this big scary world that he didn't understand with cars and boats and plains and television and aksjdlkasjd it was kinda scary for him cos he Knew Of these things but he'd never rly been in big cities surrounded by skyscrapers and stuff? and now that he's that bit older he's growing and learning things but it's still scary. foster families were always sending him back into the system cos they didn't want him? they didn't wanna deal w him and his tantrums and his way of life. he's always walking around barefoot w/o a t-shirt on and raking mud through the house and doing as he pleases and eating w his hands and has no manners or anything aklsjdkalsjd

he's still really into archery and now that he's a bit older and integrated into society he knows what like veganism is and stuff? so he shoots and stuff but never Hunts? and he's a strict vegan just bc that's what He wants and stuff? but he's not like preachy or anything like when people ask him Why he's like 'i don't like tearing animals limb for limb' and they're like UH???? ME NEITHER???? U GOOD????????? lmao but.

anyways!!!!!! being in the real world was scary and he'd never seen a girl before (aside from his mum) SO EMOTIONS RAN HIGH AND WERE CONFUSING AND!!!!!!! so he was just like ok!!!! SCARY!!! but nobody would ever go near him cos they thought he was rabid or some sort of wild animal and they were kinda frightened of him and people picked on him and he was treated like a weirdo to the point he was pulled from school and underwent like private classes and stuff. which for him was kinda weird and confusing cos he was once again being taken away from like civilisation and people after getting used to it to a degree? but yup.

he's quite playful and carefree but he's dead stubborn? dead mischievous and likes playing tricks on people but that requires having friends to trick lmao. and he's got a bit of a temper and can be easily stressed out and gets dead anxious and nervous in loud and crowded spaces sometimes? like really claustrophobic. he's so used to following his own rules too sometimes it's hard to adapt and he attaches himself to soft people who don't treat him like smth of a pariah and don't cringe away from him but he never rly meets people like that so it's not easy???

but the basic human kindness shown to him and he'll attach himself to you and he gets really overprotective and if he sees someone messing with someone he cares for he just Loses His Shit? like he's got a temper and he's not been taught to reign it in and he hates cruel people?? so one time for example he had a foster dad who was abusive and he straight up attacked him and punched him in the face in defence of himself and his foster siblings and he was sent back into the system for it even tho he thought he was doing the right thing? he's tamed to an extent and learned since but he's still a bit wild u know?? one step at a time and all that

but he loves singing at the top of his lungs no matter how bad and dancing barefoot through the woods and doing as he pleases and he's found music really calming so when he was first introduced to like, an ipod and earphones and stuff it was such a marvel for him and he found that just plugging earphones in helps him quiet all the other sounds and calm him down :)

he wants to explore and travel some day just like his parents did cos he does sorta miss the wild and stuff but he doesn't think he's got the social etiquette or common sense of even the intelligence to ever make smth of himself cos of the life he's lead

anyways he's now in cherry grove? essentially he was tracked down by his parents family and he's just been moved to cg to live with his aunt and her husband and it's all scary cos they're Family but he doesn't Know Them and he's in a new place with new people and ahhh!!!! SCARY BIG WORLD !!!! so ya lol there's more on him but my hands are cramping up if we're being honest

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DAY 1 - 6

(Thu, 19 Sept - Tue, 24 Sept)

After a long day of travelling (14 hours!!!), I finally made it to Vancouver at 09:45 pm - yay, 15 minutes early! I had a layover in Calgary so I already did Immigration there which was actually quite nice. I’ve been stressing out about actually getting my visa approved basically for the whole flight to Calgary and long before that but in the end, everything went down smoothly. Of course - in hindsight, I don’t know what bad thing should have happened. The time my flight got in probably played a big role in me getting through Immigration quickly. I was with the Border Control Officer for maybe 15 minutes if at all and he didn’t even want to see any proof of insurance or anything, just my POE Letter.

So after that, it was so much more stress-free to take the 1 and a half hour flight to Vancouver. And since it was a domestic flight and I was through Immigration already, I could just go to pick up my luggage. And I finally saw my boyfriend again. God, that was the best sight ever after such a long time. We were separated by a wall that we technically could have crossed but officially weren’t allowed to until I had my luggage and got out of that area. But we got to hug already and hold hands and I just really fucking missed him.

It’s really crazy how every time we’re reunited, it feels like no time has passed at all even though the actual time we were apart when we were going through it felt so horribly long. But now that we were reunited again, it felt just like it had to be exactly that way. After six months, it was so so good to be able to hug him and kiss him again, and to see all the changes that are a lot more apparent when I’m not looking at him through a screen. Of course, as promised, we headed to A&W immediately so I could have my beloved Beyond Meat Burger again (it was as good as I remembered!) Then we headed back to his place, I got to see and pet his cat again (damn, I missed that fluff ball so much) and after lots of cuddling, we went to bed.

Now, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t start my year abroad with a bang. Literally. My boyfriend had to go to uni so I accompanied him and as we were heading up the escalators at the train station, I somehow tripped (don’t ask me how, I’m still trying to figure it out myself) and fell. Fucking hell, I don’t think my knees have ever hurt this much. My boyfriend was laughing of course - he also did when I fell down the stairs in Oslo lmao - and I was too but mainly so I wasn’t crying instead. It really fucking hurt and I quickly realised I couldn’t really move my right leg properly. Unfortunately, it took a little while until I got an ice pack for my knee and by that time my legs were already black and blue all over - spoiler alert: it just got worse in the following days but at least I could move normally again the next day. So basically, I spent my first full day in Canada in agony. Honestly, I’m not too surprised.

I actually have to fight quite a bit with jetlag. I’m awake pretty early and then could fall asleep (and did fall asleep) at around 6 or 7 pm. Hopefully, that will be over soon.

Saturday, my boyfriend and I didn’t really do much. We mostly just hung out at home before we went to ICBC Driver Licensing in the afternoon to inquire about how I could get a BC licence. Turns out that was pretty easy luckily - honestly, I’ll probably have more troubles getting my German one back when I return. And we also went to A&W again! (Am I obsessed? Most definitely.)

And then Sunday was the day I finally met my host family. It was actually so nice to pack my bags at my boyfriend’s place but not feel sad because I was leaving indefinitely. Living just about half an hour away from each other is honestly the best thing ever. My boyfriend dropped me off at my new home - my host mum made a comment about how he could have helped me with the suitcases and how there were no gentlemen left these days, it was hilarious tbh. So I met my host mum and the family dog (little cutie!!) first while my host kid was still napping. I immediately felt welcome in the family, sitting down to chat a bit with my host mum while the kid was slowly waking up. He was a bit shy with me at first and putting on quite the show which quickly escalated and got a bit too much for everyone involved. I then had some time to unpack while my host mum rested and that was also when my host kid slowly warmed up to me and started talking to me. He helped me with unpacking (even though I later had to rearrange my drawers lmao because he does not know how to put clothes into drawers efficiently). For dinner, we went to a place I thought was quite fancy but very nice. Awesome view of the mountains and river - which, I was told, would have been even better if the weather had been nice. I also met a woman who is much like a grandma to my host kid and she was also very friendly and made me feel welcome. Even though at that point I was so exhausted from all the new impressions and travelling still that socialising was a bit much for me.

Monday was my first official day of work. But it started out easy enough. I came to pre school with my host mum and kid so I could be introduced to the teachers and see where the school was and everything and after that my host mum and I ran some errands. Most importantly, actually getting my German drivers licence exchanged for a BC one. After that we did some grocery shopping and then it was already time again to pick up my host child. When we returned home, he and I had some time alone together because the mother had an appointment. Naturally, I had a crying child on my hands right on my first day. At least, it wasn’t my fault. He got a little too excited playing that he hit himself in the back with a hard object. Interestingly enough, I felt less overwhelmed with the situation than when I had a crying child on my first day during my first aupair experience. Of course, I’m six years older now and back then, I had my two host children plus two of their friends on the first day. It’s much more easy going this time around - in all aspects. Besides that little incident, the first day went pretty good and I was just really exhausted by the end of it.

Today (Tuesday), my host kid and I spent even more time alone together. In the morning, we took a short trip to the park and when we returned back home, we were playing for a bit before I made lunch for him and then tried to get him to take a nap. It was quite the challenge! I think it took about an hour until he settled down enough to even attempt to fall asleep. But he eventually did. It was a little weird for me to have a sleeping child on the couch while I had no idea what to do because I was scared if I made the tiniest movement or noise, he’d wake up. Which of course wasn’t the case and I could easily just leave the room. Well, he’s not the only one who needs some getting used to to the new situation. But I think we’ll both handle it very well. My host mum bought a new car today since the old one that I was supposed to drive died shortly before I arrived. I haven’t driven the car yet (and I’m a little, let’s say intimidated by the prospect of doing so) but it’s a cool car and not too big so I should be okay. We’ll see how that goes tomorrow.

Burger Count: 2

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Part THREE/ Hate How You Made Me Feel/ Ashton Irwin

A/N : Sorry this took so long loves ! I’m honestly not proud of this chapter but I did say you guys would get it in the morning. So here it is, and I’ll update every 30 notes. I honestly hope you guys are enjoying this series, please give me feedback and have a wonderful day !!

Word Count : 2k+

Parts : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

“Baby do you want me to cut you up an apple or something?”

I look up from the mug of green tea in my lap and look around for the voice that had just questioned me.

“Uh no?” I reply in a questionable tone only to come face to face with Ashton. He's wearing a wide toothy grin as he steps closer to me, kneeling between my legs taking my mug and setting it on the end table, then taking my small hands in his large rough ones.

“Are you sure you're not hungry baby girl? You haven't eaten since yesterday morning.” He asks worry filling his eyes, only for me to raise my eyebrows at him.

“W-what?” I ask, Ashton giggles and cups my face with his hands leaning in pressing his forehead against mine.

“I just don't want you to get sick, I love you.” He states, before our lips have the chance to touch, I wake up panicked and out of breath. I sit up and throw my covers off and begin on catching my breath before Michael bursts into my room. I glare at him with one hand over my heart and the other behind me helping hold myself up.

“Yeah she's fine !” Michael shouts before stepping into my room. “Are you fine ?” He questions, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I'm fine.” I reply, dropping my hand from my chest to take out my braid from the night before. Michael smiles and calls for Calum, once my brother is in my room they close the door behind them and walk up to the foot of my bed. “What ?” I ask afraid that I've done something wrong not wanting to get more lectures.

“What should we do today ?” Calum asks causing me to look at him, my eyebrows raised. “You've been in your room for three days, just come on and hang out with everyone yeah ?” He negotiated.

“Uh sure ?” I answered unsure if I should've ignore his question or not.

“Alright then ! Let's go swimming ?” Michael butted in. I shrugged my shoulders in response. “Okay well get dressed, but don't take too long.”

Three days.

Three days Calum swore he wouldn't let me out of the house, three days of complaining to Lacey over the phone because I wasn't aloud to have guests over. But now that those three days are over and they want to hang out ?

I walk over to my closet and decide between a sunflower covered two piece bathing suit, or a two piece plain black bathing suit. Finally deciding that there was no reason to “impress” I settle on the plain black suit. After I get myself dressed and grabbed my towel, phone, and sunglasses I make my way to the backyard not seeing any of the boys on my way out. I shrug my shoulders and continue to make it to the backyard.

It was a beautiful day, only eighty degrees not too hot or cold. The sun was out and there were slight breezes here and there. I layout my towel and set my phone down beside it, then I walk over to the shallow side of the pool and dip my foot in. The water is lukewarm so I end up just leaning in all the way getting my hair and face wet in the process.

I swam around for about thirty minutes on my back until I heard a loud slap and water went everywhere. I freaked out and ended up going under, swimming to the surface again spitting out water I open my eyes to see Michael.

“Sorry y/n I didn't think I would have scared you.” He said with a smirk, only receiving an eye roll from me. I turn over to where my stuff is only to see Calum, Luke, and Ashton. They were all dressed in their pool attire and were accompanied by towels as well.

“Are you fucking kidding me Calum? I could've flipped out and drowned.” I whine while stepping out of the pool.

“Well good thing you didn't.” He replied jumping into the pool.

“Whatever.” I mumble under my breath, I walk over to my towel and put on my sunglasses then lay down to sunbathe.

I don't know how long I was there for, but I was rudely awakened by a pair of arms carrying me.

“Calum I swear put me down now.” I state with my jaw clenched, pulling off my glasses I don't see Calum only Luke.

“Well since I'm not Calum I'm not going to listen to that princess.”

“Luke put me down !” I shout trying to push away his arms only causing him to hold me tighter as we got closer to the pools edge.

“Nope.” He replies popping the ‘p’.

“Please Luke put me down.” I whine looking at him, he stops and smiles at me.

“Okay.” Is all he replied with before dropping me into the pool. I swim up and glare at Luke, while the other guys laugh at what had just happened. A part of me wants to cry because it reminds me of the bullying, another part of me wants to scream because my life was so much better without all of them.

Before I have a chance to react Michael says, “You guys would be cute honestly.” I turn at him shocked at what he just said. The fact that he didn't seem to have a problem with it makes it even worse for me.

“I wouldn't have a problem with it. You guys are in the same grade anyways.” Calum replied shrugging his shoulders. I look between him and Michael not knowing what to say, then I turn back to Luke and he's just sitting on the pools edge with his legs in.

“Uh how are you not phased by what they're saying?” I question swimming up to him.

“How are you phased? They're just stating their opinions.”

“I'm phased because you all bullied me and now saying that one of you and I would be cute? Uh no Luke.” I roll my eyes at his idiocy.

“Whatever you say princess.” He shrugs his shoulders. Now I've about had it, not knowing what came over me I grab his ankles and pull with all my might causing Luke to fall into the pool. Calum and Michael burst into a fit of laughter while Ashton just climbs out of the pool.

“Really y/n?” Luke asks brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Yup.” I smile at him, but in the back of my mind I was wondering what was up with Ashton.

“You know what?”

“What?”

Then Luke splashed water into my face, my jaw dropped and I stared at him in awe.

“Okay you're on.” I smiled before splashing him back. All four of us were splashing water until Michael put me onto his back.

“CHICKEN FIGHT ! Y/N AGAINST LUKE !” He screamed with me on his shoulders.

“Michael that's not fair ! Luke's a giraffe !” I shouted before I was face to face with Luke. He intertwined his hands with mine and started pushing forward.

“Y/n push him !” Michael yelled.

“Michael he is stronger than me !” I shouted back. Then Michael started backing up, so I wrapped my arms around Luke and leaned back. Luke and Calum ended up falling forward and everyone started laughing, everyone except Ashton.

“Hey, uh I was going to head home. I need to go watch Lauren and Harry mum has work.” He said while drying off his hair.

At the sound of Lauren's name I could burst with glee right then and there.

“Lauren? Is she busy?” I questioned. I was older than her by a couple of months, we used to hang out everyday after school whenever the boys would get together. But we drifted off due to the boys never being around and such.

“I wouldn't think so why?” Ashton replied.

“Well do you think it would be fine with Anne that I came to visit? To see Lauren of course.”

“I doubt it. As long as it's fine with Calum.” Ashton shrugged.

“Fine with me.” Calum replied nonchalantly.

“Alright I'm going to go get in the shower if you don't mind Ash.” I called while grabbing my towel and phone along with sunglasses.

“Yeah sure.”

“Bye y/n !” Michael called from behind me, I turned and waved back before entering the house.

“Okay I'm going to be in there in a minute, I just have to grab some drumsticks out of the back.” Ashton said, before putting the car in park and unlocking the car doors. I open the passenger door and walk up to the front door of the house. Still painted black, yet it still looks new after all the years. I walk in cautiously not knowing if Anne knew I was visiting.

“Ashton is that you ?” I hear a familiar voice call out from the kitchen. I walk towards the room where I heard the voice and see the small brown headed boy that was only a baby when I last saw him. “Mom there's a pretty girl in here !” Harry yelled running up the stairs to what I assumed was either his or Anne's room.

“What Harry ?” Anne called walking into the kitchen with a forest green basket of folded laundry, setting it down onto the counter before looking up making direct eye contact with me. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she squealed, running up to me with open arms. “Oh Y/N honey it's been too long. How have you been hun ?” She asks.

“Well everything is well, how are you ?” I answer, but before the blue eyed woman could answer she was interrupted.

“Mom who is Harry yelling about ?” Lauren questioned, once she was done I ran up and engulfed her into a huge hug. “Y/N ? Oh my goodness.” She said wrapping her arms around my neck, we stood there for a minute until I pulled away.

“How are you ? You've haven't changed at all.” I asked trying to catch up with Lauren.

“I'm doing fine. But I know how you have been doing, Ashton never shuts up about you ever.” Lauren replied giggling at the end of her statement.

“What ?”

“Oh she's right. He's always going on and on about how your hair looks or that you eat like a bird and he's concerned.” Anne informed me, I just stood there shocked. “Honey close your mouth you don't want to catch flies. And don't act too surprised, I always knew you two cared about each other a little more than others.”

“Who cares a lot about each other mum ?” Ashton asked stepping into the kitchen with a couple packs of drumsticks in hand.

“Nobody Ashton, but I'm going with mum to Harry's soccer match okay ?” Lauren stated causing me to get a tad confused.

“What ? I thought you had to watch Lauren and Harry while Anne went to work ? That's what you said while Luke and I were playing chicken ” I stated trying to figure out what was going on.

“I'm off today Ashton, you knew that. That's why I didn't mind you going to Calum's.” Anne replied crossing her arms over her chest smiling at the two of us.

“I-uh must've forgotten.” Ashton stuttered his cheeks getting rosey. “I'll be in the garage if you need me.” He uttered before making a beeline down the hall.

“See ? What did I tell you, now he's getting jealous. Tsk tsk, teens.” Anne laughed before calling Harry's name from the bottom steps. After Harry ran down he got all his equipment from the closet that I used to hide in whenever all of the kids were playing hide and seek. “Harry this is Y/N you met her when you were only a baby.” Anne said to him, he gave me a small wave in which I returned.

“Come on mum, we can't be late.” Lauren scolded opening the front door for Anne and Harry.

“Okay mom we’re coming.” Anne teased, but before she walked through the door she gave me a tight hug. “Go talk to him.” Was all she said before rushing out the door with Harry.

I paced around the living room, examining all the photographs on the wall. One picture caught my eye, I walked up to it and just the sight of it warmed my heart. It was eight year old me and ten year old Ashton running around in the sprinklers.

“We were so happy huh ?” I whipped my body around to face a sweaty Ashton, he had no shirt on but a pair of black skinny jeans hugged his legs tightly. My eyes trailed down to his deep v-line, but then Ashton cleared his throat. My eyes shot back up to face him, I can feel my cheeks burning red.

“Yeah we were.” I squeaked. He laughed, then turned to walk into the kitchen. I followed him and took a seat at one of the stools next to the marble top counter.

“Would you like anything ?” Ashton asked turning to face me as he grabbed the bread from the fridge.

“Uh no thank you.” I replied tracing the jagged lines on the flat smooth surface. Getting lost in my own world that I didn't notice Ashton placing a bowl of blackberries in front of me. I looked up at him brows furrowed, “I said no thank you Ash.”

“You never eat, when's the last time you ate ?” He questioned placing all of the ingredients for his sandwich back. I opened my mouth to speak but when I thought about it, I actually didn't know. Not wanting to fight with him I popped a blackberry into my mouth enjoying the bittersweet taste of it.

“Now.” I replied smirking at him as he took the seat beside me.

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Why'd you lie today ?”

“I didn't lie.”

“Yes you did Ash, what was wrong I thought everyone was having fun.” I stated to the stubborn teen next to me.

“You thought Y/N, you only think about yourself and place your opinion on others.” He replied in a monotone voice, then continued eating like everything was fine. I on the other hand had my thoughts running a mile a second, what did he mean by that ?

“You know I thought you all were being nicer but you are just a dick Ashton.” I spat hopping off the bar stool, making my way to the front door.

“And I thought Luke was just being friendly and not developing a damn crush on you !” He shouted following me out.

“And why does that matter ?!”

“Because I-nothing Y/N.” He replied grabbing his car keys from the key rack. I stared him down for a moment and crossed my arms in front of me.

“No what Ash ? What were you going to yell huh ?” I tried.

“Nothing, you won't care.” He said pushing past me, walking towards his car.

“What were you going to say Goddammit Ash ! Just fucking spit it out !” I yelled, following him to his car.

Once I made it to the passenger side he opened the door for me, completely ignoring me and my question as he got into the driver side.

-Ashton-

Once we made it to her house, she looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

“Whatever it is Ash you can tell me okay ? Drive home safe.” She said placing her hand on mine, giving me a small smile before leaving the car and closing the door.

“I love you.”

[taurus-annie-main]

The Dinner

Angst + Fluff /// Baekhyun’s mother has never liked you, not in the slightest. Tensions rise around the dinner table when his mother invites a guest over.

“She doesn’t like me,” you mumbled whilst resting your head on the window. The cold glass was somewhat mending the current throbbing in your head, but you knew it was no match bigger one would come along. 

“No way,” Baekhyun said. “She doesn’t know you enough, she needs time to get to know people.”

You turned to him, “It’s been two years.”

He tapped the steering wheel and kept his eyes on the road, “Ah..maybe she feels threatened. You are taking her son away.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to resting your head against the window. The terraced houses were beginning to become familiar and the pit in your stomach was growing. On the next turn, he’d be driving into his childhood street.

“Your mother hates me,” You said as he began pulling into the driveway. His parent's car was parked next to yours.

He undid the seat belt with a click, “Listen, she’s just threatened. She has no reason to hate you, you’re probably the smartest and most beautiful girl I've ever brought home. Maybe she’s just testing the waters.”

You opened the door, “how many girls have you brought home?” You asked after you’d summoned the power to even joke with him.

He narrowed his eyes, “What’s it to you?”

“Oh just wondering,” you smirked.

“Well you can help me with the bags and maybe I'll tell you,” he said as he opened the boot of the car.

You took two bags and Baekhyun took three, they weren’t the heaviest so really he had no reason to groan. He trailed behind you as you walked up the stone steps to the front door. You placed the bags down, took a breath and reminded yourself you could get through this then you pressed the door bell.

He came and stood next to you, “It’ll be okay,” He said, then kissed your cheek.

“I hope so,” you said under your breath.

The door handle jingled and then it was swung open. You breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Baekhyun’s fathers face, pushing through the gaps in his legs was Genie, their pet dog. “You kids are late!” He exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around you both.

His father was a gentleman and the absolute spit of Baekhyun. How he’d settled down his dragon of a mother you didn’t know but at least they’d made Baekhyun.

“Sorry, I couldn’t decide what to pack,” you said as Genie jumped on your legs. You bent down and ruffled the dog's fur, “aren’t you excited!”

“Women,” His father sighed nudging Baekhyun as he said so. “Well you kids come in, Baekhyun you can place the bags upstairs.” He turned to you,“ Dinners just about ready so let’s go sit down. ”

“But dad-” Baekhyun begun

With one swift look, Baekhyun took some bags in his hand and began treading up the steps. You grinned as you watched him struggling up the steps, he threw you a look after hearing a giggle.

After placing all the bags in his old room, Baekhyun was downstairs and seated next to you at the table. His mother hadn’t made a grand appearance yet so you breathing quicker than normal.

Noticing your clear disdain, he placed his hand over yours under the table, “She loves you.” He said to your ear.

You scoffed, “she doesn’t.”

“Baekhyunniee!” A voice screeched, you immediately recognised it as her. You’d barely had the time to see her as she’d whizzed across the room to engulf her son in a hug. She placed to kisses on his cheeks, “Gosh, where have you been you little monkey!?”

His face was lit with a large smile, “Work and stuff. How have you been mum?” He asked.

“Barely surviving, I can’t bear to live with just your father and that dog any longer!” She exclaimed, His father rolled his eyes. “You need to move back here.”

“Maybe in the future,” He said. 

She tapped his nose,“Good.”

She unravelled her hold on Baekhyun and turned to you. You stood sheepishly next to him, mustering a shaky smile. “I almost didn’t see you there,” She said.

She’d knocked you to the side when she’d barreled into the room…but you kept that to yourself.

“Ah, sorry,” You said. “Um..how are you doing?”

She gave you a smile but it was obviously strained. “Good, you?”

“I'm good too,” you replied.

She stared at you in complete silence for a few seconds until Baekhyun’s father broke the quiet. “Let’s all sit down.”

She hummed in agreement and went and pulled up and chair next to her husband. You and Baekhyun took your seat. He cast you a look and mouthed sorry. You raised your brows in jest.

“Well, let’s cut the meat,” Baekhyun’s father said, grabbing the knife off the table.

“We can’t cut the meat without everyone here,” His mother said, pushing her husband's hand down. Baekhyun looked around the table, he’d just noticed the extra plate next to him, “Is Soohyun coming? I thought he was in Nepal.”

You could see the fire being lit behind his mother's eyes. She had something planned. “No, your brother’s still in Nepal. Ok, so, I was in Mr Kim’s grocery and you’d never guess who I met!”

“Who’s-”

Ring ring

“Oh, that must be her!” Baekhyun’s mother stood with the quickness you’d didn't think a 50 something could manage.

You turned to Baekhyun, “Who’s she talking about?” You asked him.

He looked equally perplexed, “I have no idea,” He looked to his father. “Dad, who did mum invite?”

His father shrugged, “Beats me.”

You could hear them in the hallway, his mother was busy dotting on whoever it was. You couldn’t hear the other person. Soon enough Baekhyun’s mother dragged the poor lady into the entrance of the dining room. The lady stood at the entrance sheepishly waving and smiling. Judging by the smile on Baekhyun’s face he clearly knew who she was.

“Kyunghee!” He said, practically leaping off his seat. “W-what are you doing here?”

You didn’t need Einstein to tell you what was happening. Baekhyun’s mother was standing between the both of them as if she was anointing their wedding. That bitch, you thought.

After the pleasantries and what not, Kyunghee, who you’d quickly come to learn was Baekhyun’s childhood friend, sat down. Baekhyun’s father began cutting the meat and everyone was dishing their food out. Your plate consisted of not much since you’d suddenly felt full.

“So,” Baekhyun’s mother looked to you, “How’s your job with the..uh..oh god, sorry, but what do you do again?”

“Primary school teacher and it’s going well, we’ve got exams coming up,” You said as you sliced into the beef. “It’s kinda stressful.”

Baekhyun nodded, “She’s always up at night making revision plans.”

“Nice,” His mother said, sipping on her juice. “Kyunghee, how’s the residential going? Baekhyun did you know that Kyunghee’s training to become a surgeon?”

Kyunghee’s face flushed, “It’s going good, it’s also quite stressful.”

“Which hospital are you doing your residency at?” Baekhyun asked, “I’m at St Johns General.”

“Really? That’s quite close, I’m at Judes.”

You sipped your wine and attempted to drown out the all too exciting doctor conversation between Kyunghee and Baekhyun. You’re not a jealous person, but it was hard not to be considering the underlying reasons behind it all.

“Kyunghee dear, do you remember when you and Baekhyun came home with your clothes absolutely drenched? What happened again?” Baekhyun’s mother asked.

You nearly scoffed at the word ‘Dear’, the woman would rather turn in her grave then address you as dear.

Baekhyun tipped his head back in laughter, “Oh god, that day was amazing!” He said.

Kyunghee placed her glass down, “We tried to rescue that frog and ended up falling into that lake.” She said. “What kind of idiots were we to rescue a frog in a lake?!”

The conversation carries on without you, not that even Baekhyun noticed. He was also quite enamoured with Kyunghee and his mother’s eyes were shining with glee. Meanwhile, you’d downed as much wine as you could manage. By dessert, Baekhyun had given you a look that screamed put the glass down, you did, after another glass.

You’d all moved to the living, and were watching a nature program whilst snacking on the cheese board Baekhyun’s mother had set out. Usually, you would have rested against Baekhyun but you couldn’t bring yourself to even try to.

By ten, Kyunghee had stood up and was wrapped up in her jacket ready to go. You’d never seen Baekhyun’s mother this dismayed.

“You’re going now?” She said.

Kyunghee nodded, “Yes, I have an early morning, I'm going to a seminar.”

“Ah, well, I guess you’re right,” She said.

Kyunghee turned to Baekhyun, “It was nice meeting you again toad face,” she said to him and then she turned to you. “I know he’s annoying, but thank you for taking care of him. Hit me up if he’s ever too much.” She finished with an effortless wink and Baekhyun snorted.

“I’ll be sure to,” You said, giving her a small hug.

“Are you mad at me or something?” Baekhyun asked as he buttoned up his pyjama shirt.

You spat the toothpaste out, “No.”

He was silent for a moment, “You’re giving one-word answers.”

“Listen, I'm not mad at you, I'm just slightly peeved,” You said. “Plus I want to sleep so.”

You opened the bathroom door and walked into Baekhyun’s room. He trailed behind you, “Baby, what’s really wrong, you can’t just sleep on it.”

“You know what’s wrong, don’t act stupid.” You said as you slipped your feet out of your slippers. “It’s your mother…it’s always your mother.”

“She was actually alright today,” He said. “She didn’t give you any shit.”

You cast him a cold stare. “Really…that’s what you think?”

He raised his hands in defeat, “I mean, what do you want me to say!”

“You really don’t see it do you?” You said. You could feel the emotions rising as the tension grew tangible. “Your mother brought Kyunghee to try and push me out, Baek, it’s really fucking obvious!”

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, it obviously didn’t work so why are you getting worked up? I am still yours and probably will be for however long. Kyunghee doesn’t even feel that way, especially about me.”

“Well I don’t care, it’s the fact that she still attempted to,” You said. You walked to the left side of the bed and pulled the covers down.

He nestled into the bed, you shifted further to the left when you felt his hand coming up to touch your shoulder. “I’m sorry…I’ll tell her to stop.”

“She won’t stop,” You said after switching off the bedside lamp.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder, “I love you, you know that?”

You turned to him and buried your face into his chest, “I know you do, idiot.”

“D’ya wanna something?” He said, resting his chin on your head. 

You nodded, “Go on.”

“Kyunghee was hitting on you,” He said.

“What..no..wait, you’re right!” You said. “Well, tell her I just might hit her up if your mother keeps playing up.”

“Go to sleep.”

A/N 

Now this bitch was long, but I enjoyed writing it, the prompt given gave me a lot of room to work with so thanks for that anon! 

Kyunghee is the girl version of Kyungsoo if you guys didn’t notice, I tend to make girl versions of exo in my writing, it’s fun. 

[undertalesacrifices]

Pre-Sacrifices: Join the Monsters

"Liar."

 "You're faking it."

 "Such a loser."

 "Absolutely worthless."

 "You're a traitor to your friends!"

 "You're insane."

 "A complete psychopath!"

 "A murderer."

 "Monster."

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     The police had closed the case as an accident. Besides, why would someone push their best friend into a pit? The child in question was mute and known to be the sweetest person around. Surely it was just horseplay gone wrong.

     Frisk's mouth soured at the news article. Horseplay gone wrong, eh? That was one way to put it. She put the newspaper down and finished her breakfast. As Frisk cleaned up she heard the tell-tale squeak of the school bus's brakes. With a clatter her plate was dropped in the sink and she scooped up her backpack in one fluid motion. Before she exited her front porch she turned to the doorbell and rang it twice. This told Frisk's parents she had left for the day. It was an excellent alternative considering she couldn't simply holler out, "Mum! Da! I'm heading out!"

     The mute child was apprehensive as she boarded the bus. It was the first day of the eighth grade. Frisk wasn't quite sure what to expect, though the whispers made one thing certain; She would never have any friends. 

     The entire bus quieted as Frisk stood in the aisle. She scanned the seats looking for an open spot. Frisk made eye contact with a boy near the middle. He quickly looked away and placed his book bag on the seat next to him. Frisk sighed and appropriated a seat behind the bus driver. At least by sitting there she hoped to be the lesser target for spit balls. The livelihood of the bus resumed. Frisk rested her check against the cool of the glass window. She had almost dozed off when she felt something smack the back of her head. A snigger could be heard from a few rows away. With a grimace the mute reached her hand behind her head to dislodge the vile projectile from her hair. This won't be the last of that, she thought glumly. If this was how bus rides would be she could only imagine how hallway and cafeteria confrontations would go. 

     Eventually, the bus arrived at her school, Victoria Classical Academy. Frisk departed from the bus with haste and hurried into the gym. As per morning protocol, grades sat on the floor in a line with their respective grade group and class until their homeroom teacher came and picked them up. 

     Frisk was one of the first people to arrive. Not surprising, considering how early the bus had gotten to the school. If Frisk had been the absolute first one, which would mean beating the car riders, then that in itself would be a miracle. She took her place behind a girl. Frisk studied her, curious. The mute didn't recognize the classmate in front of her. She had silk white hair and snowy skin. Her frame was slender, almost worryingly so. Frisk tapped her shoulder. The girl jumped a little and turned her head around. Frisk smiled and waved hello. The girl stared back with intense ice blue eyes. She was albino!

     "What's your name?" Frisk signed, hopeful. Frisk watched realization dawn upon the unknown females face. She smiled shyly.

     "They call me Shauna. What about you?" The albino signed. Delight overflowed Frisk. Someone who could sign! And well. She wouldn't have to resort to writing on her portable white board. The two girls chattered on amicably, discussing their similarities, differences, what they were excited about for the new school year and so on. This continued until a portly woman, which Frisk now knew as Mrs North, gathered her class together and had us march single file down the school halls and into her classroom. Frisk complied gaily. She had made a new friend! Her mind was on a happy buzz.

     But it didn't last.

     By lunch time, Shauna had been informed of what Frisk had done. When Frisk had come to sit by her she was immediately greeted with repulsion of horror. 

     "Stay away from me, freak!" Shauna screamed in English, not at least giving Frisk the mercy of using the language of the hands so no one would hear. "I don't want to end up like that girl!" The entire lunch room stilled and stared at Frisk in disgust. 

     Frisk held back tears, lips trembling. There was no point in trying to defend herself. Lunch monitors quickly diffused the situation appropriately, scolding Shauna and directing everyone to continue their lunch. Frisk ran out of the lunch room.

     When she returned home later that day after facing more taunts and jeers from the bus kids, an upset Da was waiting for her. 

     "Why did the school call me about misbehavior?!" he demanded angrily. Frisk's jaw dropped. 

     "W-what?" Her hands shook as she signed. "The only thing I did was run out of the lunch room after some kids started bullying me. I wasn't misbehaving." Frisk protested. Her father's expression was dark and purple.

     "I would bully you too, knowing what you have done." he growled. Shock rippled through Frisk. She had never heard Da speak to her this way before. And unjustly so! "Come here, you pathetic whelp!" He reached out and grabbed Frisk by the wrist. His eyes were crazed and they looked all around sporadically. "Can't speak and now you're a murderer! Why do you have to plague your parent's life with your very existence? You belong in hell!" Frisk's Da undid his belt. She bucked against him but he held firm. Inhumane sounds gargled out of Frisk's lips as she was lashed with the leather strip. She didn't know when he stopped. But when he did he spat, "You got what you deserve." He dragged her to her room and dumped her in the tub. "Clean yourself up!"' he barked and then left. Frisk could feel the welts rising along her backside. Where the belt buckle had snagged was a laceration. 

     With violently shaking fingers, Frisk peeled her school uniform off. Any and every movement was painful. Frisk's Mum wouldn't hear anything about this until she came back from her business trip. That was in a month. The mute was still breathing ragged, gulping breaths as she washed her battered body. They would leave ugly scars. Frisk dealt with her Da's abusive outburst for three weeks before deciding to run away. 

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     "Why was I even born?" This morning's cuts pulsated. "Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. The only person who might've is gone. And it's all my fault." The mantra repeated inside Frisk's mind. Her head pounded. The rush of blood in her ears washed away all sound. She was barely aware of the other children around her. Frisk had gotten used to it. When the bus dropped her home today, instead of heading inside she made her way to the trail that led up the mountain. Dirt and sweat entered her cuts, causing them to sting. But Frisk didn't care.

     Her feet stopped at the edge of the pit. Frisk leaned over, peering into unrelenting blackness. "It's so dark..." she whispered. "I can't see the bottom. Maybe... Maybe there's a way to end all of this." Frisk's heart began to palpitate. There was no going back. 

[wowiejimin]

Safe : Chapter One

Genre: Gang/Mafia AU

Length: 4.7k

Members included: OC - Own Character, All of Bangtan, GOT7, and other groups

Summary: Jimin is a part of a gang called Bangtan. Filthy rich and infamous boys. He finds himself protecting a gifted girl who is being chased by multiple people. Bijou, an 18-year-old girl whose memory holds a priceless numerical code to a safe that leads to billions of dollars, finds herself pursued by gangs. All of Bangtan’s job is to protect Bijou. In exchange of saving her life, Bijou joins their group and helps them complete missions with her skills. Jimin had never paid much attention to girls. That was until he met her, the new member.She made his heart skip a beat every time she came close to him. He had never met someone that can make him feel special like she does.

Warning!: Swearing and Smut

Chapter Two Chapter Three

He punched her in the stomach, growling. The young girl fell to the ground and the man harshly sat her down in front of the man, also known as the leader of the Ravens. He stared at her unamusingly, “You’re lying to me.” She shook her head, “I’m not.” She replies, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear–” She rambled and he shook his head, “You’re lying, and if you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll be using that torch over there and use it on your little body.” He threatened and she her breath hitched. The man took out a sheet of paper and held up a pen, “For the last time, give me the numbers.” He slammed the pen down on the desk, making every other object shake.

ONE YEAR EARLIER ~

Bijou wrote an equation on the board, correcting her teachers work, “Try it the other way, it adds up to 365. Only one answer is correct.” She erased her work on the board and turned to her teacher, “I mean no disrespect, Mrs. Soong, but your calculations are wrong.” The other students in the class giggled and the flustered teacher glared at the younger girl, “Office.” She says and everyone stopped. Bijou widen her eyes and obeyed anyway.

The principle sighed and twiddled with a pen. “Bijou…” He started, “We’ll be moving you to another school.” Bijou gasped, “Wait, what–”

“Bijou, you’re smart, a genius. You have to go to an appropriate school. You’ll make new friends.”

=

“Don’t be sad, Bijou. We’ll always be your friends. I hear the kids in Daegu are cool, you’ll have a good time there.” Her friend reassured. Bijou was originally from Busan, but knowing that she’ll be moving to Daegu made her nervous. Bijou and her friends walked on the busy streets, coming home from school. Bijou sighs, “I don’t even like numbers. I like it here. I don’t want new friends.” She whined and her friend laughed, “Of course. But don’t worry, we’ll send you a letter every week.” Bijou’s face lit up, “You promise?”

“Of course. Think you want me to miss out on having a famous friend? It’s gonna be great, Bijou.” Bijou smiled up at her friend. Suddenly, a hand grasped her wrist and started to drag her away from her friend. “Bijou!” She screamed and the mysterious man shoved Bijou into the car, driving away. The young girl panicked, looking around. “Hold tight, kid.“The man smirked and they drove off to a peculiar place.

Within 20 minutes or so, they arrived at their destination. The man who grabbed her guided her to a building and led her to an office. A man in his 30’s was seated in front of a wooden desk and smiled. "Ah, Bijou!” He stood up and pointed at a girl her age, who sat in the corner of the room. “This is my niece, Soohyun. Recognise her?” He asked and she nodded, “S-She’s in my class.” The man nodded, “She says your mind is like a computer. We spoke to your teacher and she said the same thing. That’s why you’re here.” He rested his hands on her shoulders, “Lovely girl.” He mumbled as he grazed his finger softly on her chin. Bijou grimaced in disgust and he sighed, “Computers are so annoying.” He walks to his desk and smiled, “They say what you learn you never forget, is that so?” He asked and she shook her head, afraid of what was going to happen.

The man grew furious. He had an abacus calculator set on his desk and mixed the beads around randomly, “Then we will go to your home and kill your mother for making such a stupid girl!” He shouted making Bijou jump. He sat down and Bijou felt the tears welling up. She quickly ran to the calculator and solved the problem as fast as she could. Within seconds, she finished. The man smirked, slowly clapping his hands. “So they are telling the truth. Mrs. Soong said your father ran way when you were very little, left your mother, and your mother is very ill.” He looked at her as she held in she held in her tears. “Soon you will be all alone. Do you want that?” Bijou slowly shook her head and he smiled, standing up. “Then we will take good care of your mother,” He turned to the man that drove her here. “This is Banjo, your new father. He’ll take you to Seoul.”

ONE YEAR LATER (PRESENT) ~

Bijou now lived with her “new” father, Banjo. It’s been a year since she has been with him, and she has to say, it wasn’t fun. She was in her bed sleeping until a figure came and crouched down, covering her mouth. Bijou woke up gasping with wide eyes, seeing that Banjo’s wife was beside her. “Shh, Bijou, I have some news.” She says in a quiet voice, “Y-Your mother…” Bijou looked at her with wide eyes, “She’s gone.” Bijou felt the waterworks go down her face immediately as she covered her ears, shaking her head. “She died two weeks ago in the hospital. You weren’t supposed to know, but I wanted to tell you so you can pray that her soul can go to heaven, okay? Don’t tell anyone–”

“I-I… I won’t say anything. Thank you.” The woman left the young girl as she covered her face with her sleeves, crying herself to sleep.

M-Mama…

=

“Bijou.” Banjo called and she looked up from where she sat, “Mr. Han is here. Remember him?” He asked and she nodded, The man who took care of mum… Mr. Han came into the room, smiling widely, “Ah, Bijou, you’ve grown.” He says and walks up to her. He pulled out a sheet of paper with numerous numbers on it. “I want you to take this to your room and I want you to memorise it. Then–”

“I’ve memorised it.” She says and Mr. Han looked at her in confusion, “This is a very important number. For your mother’s sake, answer me carefully. Are you sure you’ve memorised it?” He asked and she nodded, “Mhm, I can tell you without looking at it.” He chuckled and Banjo smirked, “If she says she remembers it, she remembers it.”

“I can vouch for that.” Mr. Han chuckled, “Then I have an important job for you.” He says as he burned the sheet of paper containing the numbers.

They all left the building and Banjo led Bijou, “These are your instructions; Banjo will take you to a man who has the second set of numbers. You will memorise it. Then you’ll be taken to another location where your final instructions are given.” Mr. Hans voice rang through her mind. Bijou sat in a car with Banjo and the rest of his members.

“Bijou, you’re learning fast. If you do this well, you’ll have a bright future with Mr. Han.” Bijou smiled a bit by Banjo’s words. Abruptly, a van crashed into their car. The window was shattered and the glass shards stuck to everyone’s skin. Men came out of the van, shooting Banjo’s men. Bijou panicked, “W-W-What’s h-happening?!” She stuttered and a gun was pointed at her face. “I’m sorry… I can’t let them have you.” Banjo says before a bullet was shot at the windshield, stopping him from killing Bijou.

Bijou gasped and quickly got out of the car, only to be grabbed by another man she didn’t recognise. More cars came into the scene, killing the rest of Banjo’s men. Bijou yelped and desperately tried to get out of the tight grasp but only to be hit by the grip of the gun. She was thrown into another car.

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“Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon-hyung wants you in the conference room.” Jungkook says and Jimin sighed, “Argh! Another mission, huuhh.” Taehyung whined as they walked to the big room. Namjoon and Yoongi sat at the very end of the long table. The room held a projector on the ceiling, allowing for the members to see what was on Yoongi’s computer. Leather armchairs surrounded the table with both Namjoon and Yoongi sitting on them.

“Ah, Jiminnie, Taehyungie. Sit down.” Namjoon smirked and the boys obeyed. Yoongi turned on the projector, revealing four different pictures of four different people on the screen. “These men have done a bad thing towards our allied groups such as GOT7. They injured Jaebum and Youngjae, and you know they can’t get away with that.” Taehyung nodded understanding as Jimin grunted, “Not only that but they took thousands of dollars from us and used it all on useless things. We need you two to take these four down. You only have a matter of 15 minutes to take ‘em down, can you do it?” Namjoon asked and Taehyung sighed, “Fuck yeah.” He growled smirking and Jimin nodded, “Yeah… This will be easy.” Namjoon chuckled.

“I advise picking up some long range hardware to get this job done.” The two friends nodded and Namjoon nodded, “Alright. Get to work boys. And when this is done, I’ll put in a few thousands as rewards. I’ll send you the details and the locations of these men.” Taehyung yelled in excitement and dragged Jimin by the wrist. “Jiminnie-hyung, can we use your sniper? Taehyung asked and Jimin smirked, "My PGM Ultima Ratio Hecate II?” Taehyung sighed, “Wow, you’re so in love with your own gun you know the exact name! Yes, that one.” Jimin chuckled, “Yeah, sure why not.”

The two walked out of the mansion with Jimin’s deadly weapon in hand, “My car since you’re shooting.” Jimin nodded agreeing as they walk towards Taehyung’s BMW x6. Jimin received a text from Namjoon, telling him where the men are located. “Alright, first up; Eurwangni Beach. He’s located at the smoothie stand.” Jimin says as he attaches his scope on his gun. “Say no more.” Taehyun quickly drove to the destination within minutes. “I wonder what our prize is after this!” Taehyung chimed and Jimin smirked.

Taehyung parks in a hidden alleyway and Jimin set his sniper down, looking through his scope. “There he is. What a bitch.” Jimin mumbled as the man flexed his muscles in front of the ladies. “Tch, he thinks he jacked eh? You should see Kookie.” Taehyung smiled and Jimin chuckled, “He’s flirting with those girls. Let’s see how they would like it if I just–” Jimin aimed at his head.

Bam.

The ladies screamed as the man’s head blew into bits and screams were heard. “Yahh! Well done Jiminnie! Next one; Aish! He’s on a yacht with his side chick.” Taehyung says and Jimin hummed, “I don’t think we’ll need to get off for this one. Just park and I’ll shoot from where we are.” Taehyung thought for a bit, “Hm, sound good to me.”

The boys made their way to the other side of the beach, where the second man was. They park near the sand and noticed a boat far into the water. “You call that a yacht? More like a paddle boat.” Taehyung laughed loudly and Jimin shook his head smiling, “That’s a shame.” Jimin aimed for his chest. “I wonder how his chick will react.” Jimin breathed in and out,

Bam.

Jimin chuckled, seeing that the man’s girlfriend did not notice his death. “How did she react?” Taehyung asked and Jimin shrugged, “Dunno. I don’t think she noticed.” Jimin says and Taehyung gaped at him, “Are you serious?” Taehyung asked and suddenly, a scream was heard in the distance, “Whoop, there it is.” The two laughed, “Two more to go. We don’t have much time left.” Taehyung starts the engine, “Where to?”

“He’s a window cleaner. So he’s most likely outside cleaning the windows on the building. I think we’ll just need a distance of the target by staying on the sidewalk for a good vantage point.” Jimin says and Taehyung nodded. Within a few minutes, Taehyung scoffed, “Is that him?” Jimin looked up at the windshield and chuckled, “That’s him all right.”

Jimin rolled down the window, positioning his large weapon, “Make this quick, we got 5 minutes or else we fail this mission.” JImin waved off Taehyung’s worries. “I got this,” Jimin says and aimed for his head.

Bam.

Not a lot of people noticed from the outside, but the inside was screaming like it was their last day on earth. His body was leaning against the window as his head was blasted into bits. Taehyung quickly got out of the parking spot and Jimin read the last location. “Last guy is on the street going to the Aipaka mall. He’s on a motorcycle.” Taehyung nodded and went over the speed limit. “We got 3 minutes!” Taehyung panicked and Jimin hummed “We’ll be there in less than a minute. I’m sure we got this. Unless…” Jimin trailed off and Taehyung looked him, “Unless what?”

“I wanna try something.” Jimin smirked and rolled down the window once again, positioning his gun out, “What are you doing?!” Taehyung shouted, “How about we drive pass him and as we do that, I shoot him. Sounds good?” Taehyung smirked and went faster, “Sounds good.”

1 minute 21 seconds remaining.

They drove the way to where the man was at. “Okay, we’re here. Where the hell is he?!” Jimin growled and Taehyung looked around, seeing a bright red bike, “There! Is that him? The red bike.” Taehyung asked and Jimin looked at his phone then to the man. “That’s him. Go faster, Taehyungie.” Jimin demanded and looked through his scope.

30 seconds remaining.

Taehyung drove faster, just enough to reach the bike. Jimin held his breath as he focused on the man. The car swiftly drove past him as Jimin waited for the right timing. Taehyung watched the roads, “J-J-Jimin! N-Now!”

9 seconds remaining.

“JIMIN!” Taehyung yelled and Jimin pulled the trigger. The man fell off the bike harshly as his body fell onto the car in front of him, his bike crashing onto a few other cars.

“Did… Did you do it?” Taehyung asked as he pulled up on an alleyway. Jimin rolled up the window, carefully turning off his weapon to safe mode. “Yeah, I shot him. But I’m not sure if we did it on time.” Jimin looked around. People surrounded the dead body, wondering what happened. “Do you think they know what happened?” Taehyung asked and Jimin shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean, it happened so fast that people might’ve thought maybe a car crashed into him instead.” Taehyung hummed in response. Jimin’s phone buzzed and he took it out, smirking.

“Taehyung-ah~” He chimed as he showed the younger boy the text he was given.

“Mission complete.”

Taehyung yelled in glee, “WOO! We got $100,000 added to our bank.” Taehyung smiles widely and Jimin nodded smiling slightly as well, “Where to now?” Taehyung asked and Jimin unbuckled his seatbelt. “You can go home. Namjoon-hyung said we’re safe and it was a success. Not a lot of people assumed it was us so we can go home safely. I’ll jog home since I need to burn off those doughnuts you gave me earlier.” Jimin got out of the car, closing the door.

“Alright, if you say so! GET HOME SAFE!” Taehyung yelled as he drove away. Jimin shook his head, “Tch, that kid.” Jimin says and started to jog.

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 "For the last time, give me the numbers.“ He slammed the pen down on the desk, making every other object shake. A man slightly pushed her slightly, urging her to obey.  Bijou clenched her teeth and stood there. The leader of the group sighed looking at the girl and crumpled up the paper. "You’re a brave girl, Clever! But do you know we knew who you were, where you’re going to be?” He asked and Bijou nodded, “S-Someone told you…” She responded and he smirked slightly, “That’s right. Can you guess who?” He asked and nodded at his members. One of the men opened the door, “Let her in!”

A woman walked in and Bijou widen her eyes. It was Banjo’s girlfriend. “Her! The one who told you about your mother. She’s working with us with this file.” She smiled before turning to the girl.

Bijou was multilingual, knowing how to speak English, Japanese, Spanish, both Cantonese and Mandarin, and lastly, Korean. Banjo’s girlfriend decided to speak to her in Japanese, refraining from the men from knowing what they were saying, “Bijou, I tell these men what they want to know and they pay me lots and lots of money. Do the same and they will help you too.” She spoke as she gently grabbed Bijou’s hand. Bijou clenched her jaw, “You’re a stupid woman.” Bijou spat, feeling betrayed.

“You don’t understand business. You gave them what they want, now they’re going to kill you.” Bijou told her and one of the men grabbed her shoulder, “Speak Korean.” He demanded. Banjo’s girlfriend smiled nervously, “S-She won’t tell me anything–” She was cut off by a gunshot to her head. Bijou felt tears welling up once again, trying to keep it in.

“Our leader here is very patient. I am not,” The man who shot the older woman held a gun to Bijou’s cheek, “Tell him what he wants to know.” He says and suddenly banging on the door was heard.

“It’s the Koots~” Someone yelled outside the door. Bijou recognised it be to be another gang who will do anything for money “What the fuck…” The man in front of her growled and they all pointed a gun to the door. “Bring out the girl and no one gets hurt.” They say behind the door. They all got closer to the door as they held their guns. Without them knowing, Bijou quietly left the room from the way the way Banjo’s girlfriend came in.

“Open the door or it’ll be war!” The voice heard from outside said. “You come in here and we’ll shoot you all to the ground!”

From the outside of the building, multiple black vans were parked outside. “Yeah, they’re in there captain, but they don’t wanna cooperate.” A member of the Koots say to their walkie talkie. “Alright, I’ll see you there.” The leader of the Koots says before answering his phone. “We have a deal.” Banjo growled, “Alive if you can, dead if you can’t.” Banjo says and the leader sighed, “Yup. We get you the girl and we get $500,000.” He said before ending the call. He got another incoming call from the leader who took Bijou, “If you don’t do whatever Banjo tells you, I’ll give you $700,000.” The call was cut short and the man called Banjo, “Well, the Ravens offered me higher, so say goodbye to our little deal, Banjo.” Banjo gritted his teeth. "Fine. $900,000. Final offer.”

The leader of the Ravens (The one who took Bijou first) noticed Bijou was out of the room. He looked at one of his men. “Get her back in here!” He growled and he obeyed. The man opened the door, seeing that the girl was nowhere to be found. He opened the third door which led to the washroom and saw that the window was wide open. He gritted his and looked out, seeing that Bijou has already made her way down the street.

The leader of the Koots went up to the door, “Alright, Penzo. I’ll hold off my men just ‘cause I like you. But I want whatever she has.” He said outside of the door, “Bullshit.” The leader of the Ravens, Penzo, says back. “But I have to tell you something before you come in,” He sighed,

“She’s gone.”

“What do you mean she’s gone?”

“She escaped.”

“Penzo… What does she have?”

“I don’t know, but it leads to a lot of money.”

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“Korean girl, 5'0, long brown wavy hair, 18 years old. MOVE!” The leader of the Koots, Kaze, yelled at his men as they all took off in their cars. The Ravens, however, used their feet to find Bijou, knowing she’s near and they won’t be needing a vehicle to find her.

Bijou quickly walked down the street heading for the subway. Bijou was quick on her feet. She was a member of the track and field team and held the record of most races at her school.  "She heading for the subway!“ The Ravens yell, seeing her small figure from afar.

Banjo clenched his jaw, "The Ravens got us.” He mumbled and Mr. Han looked at him, “Is that so…” Banjo nodded, “Well if they get her before we do, your head will be gone in an instant.” Mr. Han threatened.

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Jimin found himself jogging past the subway, “Eh why not. I can jog around there for more steps.” He mumbled to himself and pushed back his blonde hair. He jogged past the people with his black hood over his head. Jimin came to a stop and pulled out his phone Now… how do I get out of here again? Jimin thought and saw a younger girl, around Jungkook’s age, walking around looking frightened. Jimin tilted his head and stared. The young girl looked back and met Jimin’s eyes before turning away, walking away.

Jimin started to follow her, thinking maybe she was lost. Around 4 men then came into the subway, “I know she went this way.” One of the growled as they all walk down the subway. Jimin looked at them, noticing that they were the Koots, What the fuck… Not them again. Jimin smirked but frowned when he saw the girl hide behind the pole, Is… Is she hiding from them?

The train finally came to a stop and the doors opened. Jimin watched attentively as the young girl walked in. “Maybe she went in here.” One of the Koots says as they enter the train. Jimin furrowed his brows. “Oh fuck no.” Jimin grumbled.

Bijou stood inside the train, seeing that the men have entered the train as well. Bijou thought quickly and ran down the carts of the train. The doors closed, stopping Jimin from entering. The train started to move quickly and Jimin followed along. Jimin looked inside the train, seeing that the girl started to move. Jimin was running now, waiting for the end of the train to appear. At that moment, Jimin grabbed the railing of the train. He attempted to open the back door but only for it to be locked. Bijou panicked, running down the carts of the train with the Koots trailing behind her.

Jimin cursed under his breath, Fuck… He looked up and started to climb on top of the train. As he got on top, he carefully ran down the top of the train. He looked up to see that the train was about to enter a tunnel. He ran quickly into a cart, opening the door. He was behind the Koots and quickly followed.

Bijou ran, looking back every now and then. She knew the last cart was coming soon and had to think fast. The Koots quickly followed with Jimin trailing behind them. Bijou came to a stop, seeing that there was nowhere to go. She was cornered.

She panicked and turned around, seeing that the Koots have already found her. Jimin clenched his jaw and grabbed one of the men’s face, turning his head to him. Jimin headbutted him, knocking him out instantly. The other men noticed and quickly told the leader to get Bijou. Another man came up to Jimin, swinging a fist. Jimin grabbed his fist, kicking his crotch. The man yelled in pain, crouching down and Jimin swung his foot, hitting the side of his face. Another man came at Jimin and the blonde boy kicked his chest, making him stumble into his leader’s chest. Jimin quickly punched both sides of his face, knocking him out as well. The man that was kicked in the crotch got up and held Jimin in a headlock. Jimin reacted quickly, elbowing his crotch once again, allowing him to break free and elbowed his face before swinging his fist to the man’s throat. The man fell to the ground as the leader took out a gun. Jimin noticed and quickly grabbed it, twisting the leader’s wrist. He groaned in pain and Jimin forcefully dragged him down to the seats and pulled his arm as it was twisted. “ARGHH!” The man howled in pain. Jimin let go and pushed him down to the ground looking at his face.

“Nice beating your ass once again, Kaze.” Jimin growled and grabbed the gun, pointing it at his face. Kaze widen his eyes, “Jimin?” He says in disbelief.

Bijou watched as Jimin pointed the gun at Kaze, “B-Bangtan.” She whispered. Jimin sighed, “You know damn well that we told you to get out of this part of the city. But it looks like you disobeyed.” Jimin growled and before Kaze could protest, Jimin pulled the trigger, killing him. Screams were heard in the train and the people immediately stood at the doors, wanting to get out.

Jimin huffed and slowly walked into the cart Bijou was in. Everyone backed away from Jimin and the train came to a stop. Jimin looked at her as he breathed heavily, catching his breath. “You okay?” He asked and Bijou stared at him. People immediately ran out of the train, and so did Bijou. Jimin cursed and ran out the door as well.

Bijou walked down the street, hoping she lost him. Suddenly, she was pulled back to see a member of the Koots, “Woah! Easy there. We’re the Koots, nothing to worry about. What’s your name, hun?” He asks and opens the car door, “We’ll take good care of you.”

Jimin growled and kicked the man’s shin and forcefully pushed him down onto the car before punching his throat with the grip of the gun. Bijou quietly got out of the car trying to get away. Jimin gently grabbed her wrist, “Hey, hey… I’m not going to hurt you.” Jimin says and vans pulled up nearby. Men came out and started to shoot their way. Jimin sighed and pushed Bijou into the passenger seat, quickly making his way over to the driver’s seat. “What the hell did you do kid?” Jimin asked. Gunshots cracked the windshield of car and Jimin turned on the car and drove backwards, running over a couple of men. He then went forward, running over a few men as well.

Jimin drove as fast as he could. “You know, those men are bad. Pretty obvious but wanna tell me why they’re after you?” He asked Bijou, looking at her. Bijou stared back and gunshots were still heard, “You understand me right? You speak Korean?” Jimin asked and a bullet was shot at the back windshield.

“What do you mean she got away?” Penzo growled through the phone, “Someone else took her. Not the Koots or Banjo. He nearly killed a couple of them. I didn’t grasp to see what he looked like.” A member of the Ravens tells him, “Then kill him, and get the girl alive. If you can’t then kill her too.”

Jimin took a sharp right but the Koots quickly followed. Jimin then took a sharp left. Bijou held tight to the armrest, “A-Are you crazy? You’re on the wrong lane!” She cried as the cars passed by them. A bus came to view and Jimin drove fast enough to dodge it. Jimin was well trained with cars as he was taught by his hyung, Jin.

The Koots behind them, however, crash into the bus. Another car of Koots drove by their tail, “Listen, you’re going to do what I have to say, alright?” Jimin turned into an alleyway. Jimin quickly got out, taking Bijou into a hidden spot behind a newspaper stand. The Koots stopped the car, getting out, “Where the hell did they go?!” They shout and Jimin started to shoot at them, getting their attention. Jimin came close and shot one of them and used him as a shield as the other men attempted to shoot at Jimin. Jimin shot at him, and heard a man behind him. Jimin reacted quickly and elbowed them in the face. They fell to the ground with a bloody nose and Jimin did not hesitate and shot him.

Jimin huffed and walked over to where Bijou was, “You okay?” He asked and she looked up at him. Jimin held out his hand, “Let’s go.” He says softly, trying not to scare her. Bijou slowly took her hand in his and he brought her up.

Jimin walked down the alleyway with her,, knowing the shortcuts and routes back home, “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with us.” He assured her.

And boy, she hoped he was right.