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Could I request this, please; Reader is on the soccer team with Whitney and is her best friend. Leighton has a huge crush on the girl. (R is a sporty badass? Has a couple tattoos and doesn't give a fuck about anything.)

Stumbling

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: 3 times that Leighton gets overly flustered by you, and the 1 time she finally gets you back for it.

Warnings: Leighton being uncharacteristically

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: So sorry it took so long! I had some serious writers block on this one. Hope you enjoy it!

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Soccer has always given you a rush that no other sport has. You discovered it when you were 10 years old, and you haven’t stopped playing since. That was how you met your best friend, Whitney Chase. You both bonded immediately, and haven’t separated since.

Your parents weren’t always there for you, but surprisingly, Senator Chase took you in as her own.

You were the type of person that she would usually try not to associate with, due to your tattooed, leather jacket-wearing, motorcycle vibe, but she loved you as if you were her daughter.

You and Whitney were both child soccer prodigies, and by the time you hit senior year in high school, colleges were vying for you to attend. When you were younger, you had made a pact with Whitney, promising that you would always stay friends and always go to school together.

So when two offers came from Essex College, one for each of you, you knew it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Now, having been at Essex for a while, you couldn’t be happier. You found your people, and you stayed close with your best friend.

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One

“Who. Is. That.” Leighton sputters out, transfixed on your sweaty, shirtless body. Looking up from her homework, Kimberly glances over at you. “That’s Y/N. She’s like, Whitney’s best friend. She talks about her all the time.”

Leighton whips her head towards her roommate, snapping, “I don’t listen to what you guys say! How could she keep such a hottie from me?” At this point, Whitney had made her way over. “Who kept a hottie from you?”

Leighton glares at her. “You did! Look!” She points over at you. Whitney does a double take, not realizing who Leighton is talking about at first. “Y/N? I haven’t been hiding her! You just never listen when I talk about my other friends!”

Leighton looks at her roommate guiltily, at least until Whitney calls you over. She quickly scrambles to try to hide, but to no avail. You jog over to the three girls sitting on the bleachers, taking note of the cute blonde whose blush is taking up most of her beautiful face.

You sling your sweaty arm around your best friend and say, “Hey, Whit. Are these the famous roommates?” Whitney laughs, pushing your arm off. “Ew, get your sweaty body parts off of me! And yeah, that’s Kimberly and that’s Leighton.”

You jut your chin out towards them when your best friend points. The brunette that she points to gives you a friendly wave, while the blonde avoids eye contact. You smirk, deciding to see if you can get a response from her.

“Hey there, blondie. How’d you like the practice?” Leighton looks up at you shyly, pointing to herself to confirm that you were talking to her. You nod, smiling slightly, and lean on your knee that is propped up on the bleachers.

The blonde glances down and immediately regrets it. She can’t tear her eyes away from your toned legs, your flexing tattoo-covered forearms, your veiny hands. You know she’s staring, and you can’t help but smirk. You move your head so that you can make eye contact with her, waving your hand in front of her face.

“You okay?” She somehow blushes even harder, stuttering out her answer. “Yep, mhm, I’m- I’m okay. All good. Practice was great, really enjoyed it, gotta go.” She quickly grabs all of her stuff and runs off. You chuckle in amusement, happy that you could fluster such a pretty girl so easily.

Before you run back to gather your things, you turn to your best friend and say, “Your roommate is hot. Bring her to the Theta party in a couple days. I’ll try to bump into her.” Whitney laughs, nodding in acceptance. “You know her brother is Nico Murray, right?”

You blink at the Chase girl. “No shit! Really? Man, Nico Murray is the man. I love that dude. Alright, I’ll just text him about letting you guys in. Bring the rest of your friends! I want to meet them.” Whitney nods again, and you run over to your stuff and grab your phone.

You click it off before climbing on your motorcycle and riding towards your dorm. This was going to be a fun party.

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Two

On the night of the party, Leighton and her friends made their way into the basement of her brother’s frat house. She couldn’t help but look around for the soccer player that had been plaguing her thoughts for the past couple of days.

When she finally spotted you, she had to do a double-take. You were chatting it up… with her brother?! It seemed like everybody was keeping you from her. Leighton moved off to one side of the basement so that she could observe you out of the way.

She watched as you downed a red solo cup probably filled with some vile alcohol. A couple drops escape your lips and roll down your chin, hypnotizing the blonde, causing her to miss you catching her staring. She’s so distracted that she only realizes that you’re making your way towards her when it’s too late to run away or hide.

“Hey there, pretty lady. Want a drink?” You slur slightly, holding out a drink for her to grab. She takes it then says, “You didn’t tell me that you were friends with my brother.” You laugh drunkenly, replying, “You ran away when I tried to talk to you. But that's okay. I think you’re hot, so I’m willing to chase. Ha, Chase! Like Whit!”

You then wander off to go find your best friend, completely forgetting about the conversation you had just been in. The flustered blonde stands in place, frozen. She begins to process what you said, which makes her turn bright red.

In your drunken stupor, you don't realize how much of an effect you have on Leighton. When her friends find her in the same place she was when she talked to you almost an hour ago, they know that it’s time to take her outside to get some fresh air.

“Are you good?” Bela asks her, not-so-secretly wanting to know what or who made the Murray girl this shocked. “She… She called me hot, said she was willing to chase me, and then got up and left!” Bela tuts in understanding, nodding her head. “You’re talking about Y/N, aren’t you. Yeah, she’s black-out drunk right now. She’s also not wrong, Leight, you are hot!”

‘God, how am I going to face her whenever I see her next?’ Leighton thinks to herself.

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Three

Turns out, she can’t face you. Instead, she runs and hides behind a tree. Honestly, she isn’t very subtle about it, but you find it adorable so you pretend like you didn’t see her sprint away. When you approach your best friend, the first thing she says is, “Did you really have to hit on her at the party? She turns bright red if someone even says a name similar to yours.”

You laugh in astonishment. “I hit on her? Well, actually that makes sense. They do say a drunk man’s words are more honest than a sober man’s.” Whitney slaps your chest, giving you a look that says ‘be serious’.

“Look, I don’t want you messing with her feelings. I’m your best friend, which means I know you better than anyone. I know how you are with girls, and I can’t have you doing that to Leight. You have to promise me that if you make a move on her, It’s because you're serious, not because you need another conquest.”

You take your friends' words to heart. She’s right. But you know that you genuinely want to get to know Leighton, and that if things work out, you would be committed to a serious relationship with her. You tell Whitney exactly that, and she nods in acceptance.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Leighton can hear your whole conversation from behind the tree. She then realizes that if she wants to actually have a chance with you, she needs to stop running away. She resolves to ask you out as soon as she can get you alone. Which leads to…

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One

“You. Me. Dinner then a movie. Pick me up at… say, 7 on Friday. Don’t be late.” After blurting all that out at you, Leighton walks away, leaving you speechless in the dining hall. Quickly glancing behind her, she sees your shocked expression morph into a love-struck look that has your mouth twisting into a silly little smile.

It seems out of place, seeing that you were always either smirking, frowning, or somewhere in between. Right there and then, she decides to be the one person that can make you smile like that. The one person who can make you drop your cold exterior and let your inner softness shine through.

She was going to take a hammer to all of the walls you put up, and you were just in for the ride. And you couldn’t wait to see where the ride would take you.

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Eight

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Eight ~ Nothing But Lies ~ Andy/Leia

Andy

I feel like I have been here before.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been here before.

The pain in my back is getting worse the longer I stay in this position. I finally pry my eyes open and am blinded with pain. Why is my room so bright? And why am I so uncomfortable? I blinked a couple of times and realized, I’m on my couch. I slowly sat up. What the fuck happened? My mind runs throught the previous night. I remembered watching Leia and Jeremy and then heading to the Red Line. I frowned as I remember Stella being there but then, nothing really.

“Oh, you’re wake.”

I snapped my head up (which was a terrible mistake) and saw Leia coming down the stairs, fully dressed. Oh shit, there was a game today. I scrambled for my phone before Leia stopped me.

“Its ok Andy, its only eight. Practice is at ten. I’m going to make some coffee.”

I sat back with my head on the cushions. Fuck, being hung over for the second time in three months is not a good look for a captain of an NHL team. I took a moment to breathe before Leia came back in with two mugs. “Thanks,” I muttered.

“Wanna talk about it?” She took a sip, looking at me.

“I’m fine.” I took a sip and avoided her gaze.

“Ok, why are you getting drunk the night before a game? That isn’t like you, Andy.” The look on her face was breaking me. But how can I tell her? How can I tell her that her new boyfriend is a tool bag and I’m so in love with her, it kills me to see her with her. What do I say? How do I tell her about what I overheard in the locker room a couple of weeks ago.

Two weeks ago...

“That is such a sweet shot you took on Ullmark,” Luke said, laughing as he and Andy walked down to the locker room.

“It’s all in the wrist,” I replied with the pretend flick of the wrist. “Are we heading to the bar after?”

“Yeah, Cubby said she’s be our designated tonight after the game.” Luke high-fived me when they heard laughing coming from the locker room. They were about to burst in when they heard Swayman’s voice.

“Dude, she had a thing for me. When I was talking with her on the plane, she was playing hard to get. But I know, she’s into me. I’m gonna ask her out.”

“You really want to ask out the assistant captain’s sister?” Andy could hear it was Ullmark. “Is that wise?”

“Why not? You heard Andrews. He gave his blessing.”

“That’s because he doesn’t know your reputation.”

“He knows. I’ve been with him at the bars and stuff. He was just as bad before he met Miranda.” He heard him chuckle. “I just want a taste. She is sexy as hell and I can feel like she is a devil in the sheets.”

“You better make sure that Barber and Andrews don’t hear you talk like that about her.”

“What is Barber going to do? He’ll ruin his friendship with her which is ok by me. I just want a piece of her. Fuck her and leave her. Make it look a mutual thing so there’s no bad blood. Trust me, I’ve done this before and I’ll do it again.”

It took everything in Andy to restrain Luke.

It took everything inside of Andy not to tell Leia.

Present

I lied.

“Fiona called and she was trying to convince me we should make another go at it. I told her to fuck off but it messed with my head. Got to drinking to numb the feeling.”

I lied big time.

“Oh Andy,” Leia came to sit next to me and held my hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.” She leaned over my shoulder. “She is the worst.”

I never wanted the feeling of her body pressed against mine to ever stop. “Yeah, I know. I’m not even sure why I answered the call.” I am a complete asshole for lying to her but the truth would hurt her more and I can’t do it.

“Well, I’ll be home tonight after the game. You don’t fly out until tomorrow so we can relax tonight, ok?” She gave me her smile, the one I go weak over.

“It sounds like a plan, Princess.”

I have to remind myself that he is my teammate and I can’t fuck with that. It would screw everyone else and I can’t do that.

But boy, do I want to.

Practice went as practice goes but my head was not in it. Warm ups for the game are the same and I know everyone can see it. Its obvious, especially when Swayman looks at me with concern. “You ok, Cap?”

“I’m fine,” I mumble, lacing up my skates. “Leia told me what happened. Thanks for helping her.”

“It’s no problem.” He frowns. “But everything’s ok?”

“Fiona called.” Yep, maintaining that lie. “It just got to me. I just want to skate.” I pushed past him and start taking laps on the ice. I know Luke knows the lie because Leia told him. But I can’t face him. I can’t face anyone. My heart is broken right now and I just can’t do it.

The game is a tire fire right from the start.

I can’t focus. I just see Leia and Jeremy and the happiness on her face and it makes me sloppy. So sloppy that coach has to bench me in the third period, probably for safety reasons. I sat there, watching the game, knowing that if we lost this, it would be my fault. Luckily, Luke was able to take control of the team and pull out the win.

I was sitting in my stall, trying hard not to show emotion. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Leia. I just wanted to be with my girl.

Fuck.

She's not mine.

I’m still totally fucked.

Leia

15 Weeks

The last few weeks with Jeremy had been amazing. He is such a gentleman. We had the road trip right after for ten days and Jeremy made it a point to sit across the aisle from me so we could talk. He would carry my bag when we got off and made sure that Stella and I are safely in our rooms. In the mornings, he would bring me a tea, make sure my gloves were on and then hang out if he was done for the day.

We would go out every couple of days, some days I just can’t from how tired I was. I still hadn’t told him about the baby. I spoke with management and they agreed to modify my duties but it was up to me on who I told. I love the Bruins.

The only thorn in my side is Andy. He’s been distance since my first date with Jeremy. Not just distant but angry even a little hostile. I’ve noticed that sometimes he is sharp at practice with his teammates, especially Jeremy. Its so unlike him. I decided to text Luke to see if he knew anything.

Leia: Do you know what’s wrong with Andy Luke: No Leia: You are so helpful Luke: Seriously, I’ve asked and he says nothing Luke: You know Fiona called Leia: its still from that? Luke: I guess so Leia: I guess I’ll talk to him to see what’s up

I frown at my phone. Its near 8 pm and Andy still isn’t home. Its weird for him not to come home after all of his meetings and stuff but lately he’s been coming home later and later. Sometimes, especially on days when I got out with Jeremy, I won’t see him until the next day. I decided to cancel plans with Jeremy and head home. I sit in the living room, reading when I hear his car pull up. He walks in. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey Andy. How was your day?” My voice is super sugary sweet and Andy narrowed his eyes at me.

“What’s going on? Why are you talking to me in your ‘I’m pregnant and don’t feel good so can you help me’ voice?” Andy crossed his arms over his chest. Normally I would find this very attractive, because he’s still in a dress shirt and slacks, and fuck, focus Leia!

“Just realizing that I haven’t seen you around much.” I smiled softer at him. “I missed hanging out with you.” Andy snorted and went to grab a beer. He had been drinking a little more than usual. “What? Don’t you miss hanging out with me?”

“Of course, I miss hanging out with you. I didn’t realize that you and Swayman were not serious and that you would be home more often.” He took a long pull.

“Jeremy and I are fine. What is the matter with you?” My tone was sharp.

“Me? I’m not the problem. I’m giving you space to grow in your relationship.” He raised his hands and move towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”

“You can’t do this Andy. We live together, we’re roommates...”

“Yes, Leighton, we’re roommates. Doesn’t mean I have to share everything with you or acknowledge your relationship.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. “Oh, here we go, the crying.”

“You’re being such an asshole right now Andrew. You are not like my best friend right now.” I wiped at my eyes furiously.

His face turned angry. “A best friend? You want me to be a best friend to you. Fine! Jeremy is not this great guy you think he is. He’s a douchebag and a womanizer. He’s going to hurt you and you’re just planning your entire future with him and your kid.”

“You’re just jealous because I’m finding happiness with him. I’m moving on unlike you!”

“That’s rich, moving on. You’re not going to move on with Swayman.”

“That’s not your decision!”

“I’m not deciding anything. Its facts; you’re not going to find what you are looking for with him.”

“Stay out of my life Andrew. I’m happy and that’s all that should matter.”

“He’s going to hurt you and I’ll be left to pick up the pieces again. Just like your high school boyfriend and just like Bret. You can’t even see what’s right in front of you. You keep choosing fuckboys when you could have something better. I don’t know why I would think you would look at the bigger picture with Swayman. He’s a fuckboy hockey player just trying to sleep with you so he can say I fucked my teammates sister. You are just a warm body to him and you’re too stupid to see it.” His words vibrate against the walls and his face falls with realization. “Leia...”

My heart cracks at his words, his mean and awful words. “Fuck you! I fucking hate you!”

I ran past him up the stairs and slammed the door, locking it behind me. I slide down to the floor and sobbed. I’ve never had a real fight with Andy but he’s so wrong. Jeremy and I are just starting. Things are different this time and I know it.

I woke up the next morning, my eyes sore and raw from crying. Its still early but I can’t face Andy again. I got up to shower, using the hot water to loosen my muscles. As I’m drying my hair, I stand in front of the mirror and gasp.

Between my hips is now a distinct bump. I grab my phone and check my pregnancy tracker. 15 weeks, one day. My bump popped and now there is no way to hide this. I can get away with it while I’m out because of jackets and scarfs but at work I tend to wear leggings and sweaters. I run my hand over my belly as I stare in the mirror. Hi baby, I croon softly. I move to open the door to tell Andy but I stop.

He lost the right.

I sneak out the house and head to the coffee shop for my morning tea and muffin. I work on my notes for work when my phone chimes.

Jeremy: Morning beautiful Leia: morning handsome Jeremy: so since we bailed on dinner last night, can we try again tonight Leia: I would love to

I smile as I think about the date with Jeremy. And then my smile falls. I don’t know how I can hide my condition. I have to tell him about the pregnancy. But maybe I should wait.

Perfect.

Andy isn’t home when I get there so I take advantage of it and start getting ready. I put on a fit and flare type dress with stockings and booties. My nice coat and scarf will hide my secret until I’m ready to talk to Jeremy. He’s prompt like always and we head out.

I’m nervous because this is like date four and every romance book has told me that by now, the man is hoping to get lucky. And I would, I totally would follow this except I feel so uncomfortable in my body. Having Andy and Stella tell me all the time that I look gorgeous is just getting to my head. What if he is grossed out about my body? What if he finds me repulsive? My mind is spiraling.

“Everything ok Leia?” Jeremy smiled at me as he placed his big hand on my thigh. His finger are long and I can feel the warmth, strength and roughness in them. A hard working man.

“Yeah, just upset about Andy is all. He’s still being closed off and that’s unusual for him.” There was no way I would tell him what Andy said. That would be just asking for an argument. “He’s never been so distant before,” I say before smiling. “But, I’m going to let it go because I’m excited for our date.”

“Good. I was thinking of just going to Lou’s for pizza and North Park has those Christmas lights up. Could be really pretty. “His fingers are dancing over my skin and it feels so good and distracting.

“Sounds like the perfect night.” God, I am falling hard for this man.

After pizza, he drove us to the park for the festival of lights. As we are climbing out, Jeremy hands me a soft ball. I look at him curiously. “Because I know you forgot them.” I open the bundle and its a pair of mittens. I blush because I did forget and I look down. Jeremy touches my chin to lift my head. I look into his eyes and all I see is kindness. “Its ok, beautiful. Its our thing.”

Our thing.

Swoon.

As we walk around, all the twinkling lights are setting a mood of romance. An aphrodisiac of scents fills the air from the food stalls. Jeremy gets some hot ciders to keep our hands warm as walk trough. “Ok, Halloween or Christmas?” he asks.

“Christmas. I don’t like to be scared.” I shudder at the thought. “Plus why does it involve so many spiders and clowns. Spiders are poisonous and they are creepy. Clowns... well, clowns eat people and just no.” I take a breath and look at Jeremy’s face. His face is surprised and unmoving. “What?”

“That is the most passionate speech I have ever heard about Halloween.” He burst out laughing. I huff with mock indignation and cross my arms, hip jutted while he is bent, hands on knees trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says wiping his eyes. “Sweetheart, are you afraid of spiders and clowns?”

“It’s not funny.” I pouted at him and begin to walk away.

“Sweetheart!” Jeremy chases after me and pulls me to him. “I’m sorry,” he says with puppy eyes.

I can’t be mad at this man. “It’s ok,” I say softly.

“Let me make it up to you.” He smiles. “Let’s go back to my place, I’ll start a fire, some hot cocoa, we can cuddle on the couch.” He kisses me softly. “What do you say beautiful?”

Shit. He’ll try to touch me and he’ll know. He’ll know and I’m not ready. I’m not ready for this bubble to burst. “I would love to but I have a six am call with a club in England. I need to be up early and presentable, at least, from the waist up.” I smile. “But that sounds amazing. Maybe another night?”

“Of course, sweetheart. I like that you are working to conquer the world.” He kisses my cheek and whispers, “maybe one night I can dominate you and take you to places you never knew existed.”

I blush as he gives me a sexy smirk. Refusing this man is hard.

And I don’t know how much longer i will be able to delay it.

Its been a week since Jeremy has asked me to go home with him and I know now my time is up. My baby belly is growing and I don’t want to lie to him. I ask him to lunch and he said he would meet me at a cafe near the house. I bundle up as the falls weather has now turned to the colder side. It also helps with the bump hiding mission. I’m putting on my coat when Andy walks by. “Going out?”

“Yep.”

“Princess...” he face falls at the lack of energy in my voice but I don’t want to hear it.

“Nope.” I walked out the door and drove to the cafe. Jeremy is sitting there in a hoodie and jeans, his black peacoat over the chair. He looks like a goddamm snack. “Hey!”

“Hey sweetheart!” He gets up to kiss me on the cheek. “Its cold today.”

“Yeah, winter is coming,” I say with a giggle.

“Nice,” he smiles. We order and chat but the more I chat the more i start to get nervous. I mean, how do you tell the man you are seeing that you are pregnant with another man’s baby? Now he can tell something is wrong because he asked me something and I completely spaced. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Leia, you are a thousand miles away. What’s going on?”

I take a breath and hope for the best. “I need to tell you something.”

“Okay,” he says slowly. “You can tell me anything.”

“So, I’ve been dealing with some life altering news for a few weeks now and I didn’t know if I should tell you earlier because I hadn’t finished making some decisions.”

He frowns. “Is everything ok? Are you sick?”

“No, not sick. Just... pregnant.”

Swear I feel like a pin could drop and I could hear it. Jeremy’s face froze and I know, this is the end. Finally, he says, “you’re pregnant?”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, I didn’t know if I was keeping it or what I was going to do but I decided that I wanted the baby. I’m sixteen weeks pregnant. I told management last week but I needed to wrap my head around it and I needed to tell you because I know you want more with me and I just couldn’t while lying.” He still sitting there, not moving a muscle. “Say something, please.”

“Wow.” I blink, not sure what he is going to say. “I mean, wow, that’s big news.” He takes a long sip of his drink as I try to blink back tears.

“I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me...”

“No, that’s not it, sweetheart.” He takes my hand. “I just need a moment to process this.” He smiles. “You’re gonna be a mom.”

“Yeah. Its big but I’m determined to give my baby the best life.”

He smiles. “Anything I can do to help, ok? Just let me know.” He cups my cheek. “I believe in you, sweetheart.”

Its exactly what I needed.

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sp4rrowdoll · 1 year

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I'm here for anotha request😩😩😩😩

You write too good bro save some talent for the rest of us/j

Now this is a different sort of ask but if dol wasnt. A rape porn game, then how do you think the named NPCs would act? Like in game Leighton is...like that, but if you changed the genre of the game how do you think they would act?

(write for any of the characters you want to😩😩and if you want me to elaborate i completely understand, i have a hard time wording stuff💀💀)

I have two characters for you! Leighton and Dr. Harper. The simple answer is that neither of them would be good people, even outside of the dol genre-setting. However, they do suck in very different ways!

Headmaster Leighton

There’s something wrong with Headmaster Leighton. Sure, he’s friendly and nice most of the time, and he drove you home that one time you came to him concerned that Whitney was waiting outside the school to jump you, and that you didn’t want to wind up covered in bruises again—but there’s still something ever so slightly off about the man. The closest you come to figuring it out comes when you stay after school—not detention, you don’t really have any reason to get into trouble, and you’re a good pupil—but sometimes you get caught up in the library, and Robin goes home without you, and the next bus comes in an hour, and you have a lot of free time on your hands.

So you like to ask teachers if you can help out. Most of the time they say no, but you’re certain they still appreciate it, and it seems to be netting you brownie points. And you like being helpful anyway.

You discover what you think is Leighton’s secret then. Rivers asked you to drop a letter off in his office, and you agreed—it was much easier to do when school wasn’t in session, and the head’s office was near the exit, and it was almost time for you to catch the bus. When you knock on the door, the office is empty. You pause for a moment, wondering if you should just wait for Headmaster Leighton to get back, but then you glance out the window. The bus isn’t too far away, and you decide it’d be a better idea to leave it on his desk.

The file cabinet next to his desk is open, and—it’s just one look. Not even something you did on purpose—but instead of the student academic record you expect to see, it’s full of check stubs. Check stubs with very identifiable names on them. Names that you recognize as belonging to many of your wealthier classmates, ones that you consistently find yourself ranked behind in the class lists.

Feeling cold, you leave the room at as quickly as you can without being suspicious.

Dr. Harper

Dr. Harper hasn’t met an ethics board he couldn’t wrap around his fingers, they say. He’s not even a doctor—technically speaking, at least. Something about having his medical license under investigation, but the investigation has been going on for at least three years now, and has no signs of ever coming to a conclusion. There are rumors that he’s never even been to medical school, but you know that he has. There’s a diploma hanging on the wall in his office, from a school that’s a bit to prestigious for it to be faked, though that’s no guarantee—no, the real teller is how often he boasts about his time in medical school, the letters he gets from old classmates, and the occasional times he brings up his latest paper in your sessions together.

No, Dr. Harper isn’t faking it.

Right? Sometimes, though, you have to wonder. Like when he brushes aside your concerns about a new experimental treatment that he wants you to be his guinea-pig for, and no matter how many times you say no, he still pushes. And pushes. He’s so young too—and the pharmacy has complained about his non-standard prescriptions several times while you’ve been within earshot. And the one time you got drunk with Alex back behind the barn, he’d started bitching about upstart young vets from the valley who didn’t even know the first thing about animal care, and you know for certain that Dr. Harper doesn’t have a degree in veterinary science. So why was he hanging around the riding academy with his medical bag?

All you know for certain is that you’re going to ask Bailey if you can transfer primary care providers.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol harper #harper the doctor #dol leighton #leighton the headmaster #sp4rrow-writes #dr harper is like *violates every known professional medical ethical rule* “i'm sowwy 🥺” and then the ethics board forgives him #that man never went to graduate school!!

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ruby-serpentis · 2 years

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eden head canons

i love myself a man that can take care of me. and also, i was shopping for clothes in game and it made me think about some head canons for eden. i’m including general head canons and they’re all inherently gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

eden is always cold. the hunting coats they wear have a large warmth value and are suitable for cold weather. so eden feels cold all year round. they just switch out hunting coats depending on if it’s hot outside or cold. it also explains why they like sitting besides the fire.

eden is, in my head at least, younger than bailey, remy, briar, avery, leighton. maybe around harper and wren’s age, even slightly older? so like to put numbers on it, 27 to 30ish.

eden knows how to sew. however, they get frustrated when they sew because they poke themselves too much and may have cut into their skin one too many times. they don’t bother to fix up their clothes unless they absolutely need to. thankfully, you’re there to fix up their clothes.

eden has a lot of scars. there’s at least one noticeable one on their face, one on their shoulder, and one on their chest. their body is littered with a lot of small scars that don’t have exciting backstories. one of them is definitely a burn scar that came from experimenting with cooking their breakfast.

male! eden has long hair, at least shoulder length. he kind of grew too lazy to cut it.

female! eden has short hair, like a pixie cut. she cuts her hair on her own. you can offer to help her if need be.

cannot stand the texture of scrambled eggs. feels weird.

eden doesn’t talk about their family. so this is mostly speculation and possible theories.

theory 01: eden grew up in town for the most part. maybe with a lot of money, maybe not. either way, they grew up in the depraved town and by a young age, became jaded. they definitely met bailey through their family. they weren’t the best at school and hated being in an academic environment and probably found solace being isolated in the forest. worked at the docks on their days off which is how they got the fishing magazine. this was a major source of contention between them and their parents. and eventually, it blew up into a massive fight. in the middle of their second year at secondary school, eden packed up their stuff and left. stayed with bailey for a few weeks until the cabin was done being built. eden joked about bailey potentially finding them a spouse before they left for the forest. “i’ll send someone.” bailey winks.

theory 02 (not as interesting): eden mostly grew up in the forest but probably in a forest attached to a nearby town. they learned to be self sustaining from their family. same thing happens: massive blowout fight with their family which causes them to leave and never look back. they settled in our favorite depraved town and hate the town immediately when they go to buy supplies. doesn’t really know anyone from town aside from bailey, who they ran into. and maybe even, after feeling lonely all these years, asked them to get them a suitable spouse.

eden is not a family person. they’re content to live by themself and with you of course. but children? no. it’s not that eden dislikes children. but they grew up with a ton of siblings (like alex) and had to take on a parental role at a young age. not to say eden wouldn’t mind parenting. if they need to do it, they will. but they prefer to remain childfree.

eden has probably been told they look ugly (or any adjective that matches the energy of unattractive) for most, if not all, their life. they’re insecure and if you tease them, teasing their looks is what gets them to react. you don’t find eden unattractive. in fact, you find them very attractive! but there definitely needs to be a lot of reassurance.

surprisingly, they have a secure attachment style. even though eden fusses over you wanting to remain in town, they let you. they’re quite fine without you and they’re not going to stop you. they survived this long on their own. surely they can wait for you to come back within a week. (of course, after the stockholm syndrome has taken place)

eden’s primary love language is acts of service (and that’s for both giving and receiving). cooking, massages, dancing, sex from you. in return, they give you food, cook dinner, cuddle you. the list of acts they will do for you is sort of endless.

definitely lets you paint their nails. you found it while shopping and you thought of them.

nsfw below the cut (18+)

as vanilla as it is, they definitely like missionary. it’s cute, seeing your face all sweaty and flustered, unable to fully comprehend the delicious orgasm you were experiencing, and watching you struggle to moan out their name when they ask you, “who do you belong to?”

not really into anything outside of regular sex. eden’s vanilla which surprised you quite a bit.

okay maybe they’re into exhibitionism a little bit. but that mostly involves your brains getting fucked in the middle of the forest. if someone sees, well…eden doesn’t care anyways.

sex toys? no, never. why do you need them? you have eden right here. they’ll satisfy you more and beyond what a toy can do.

though maybe they’re not opposed to using them once you convince them. but as a punishment. you were gone too long and you’re horny? too bad. eden will just satisfy themselves with a toy, making you wish you were actually involved.

oh and they’ll tie you up so you can’t touch yourself when this happens. good luck with that.

despite eden’s preference for being childfree, they have a breeding kink. and it doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant or not. filling you up/being filled by you is enough to satiate this craving.

although it’s awkward when you end up pregnant/eden ends up pregnant. if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol eden #eden the hunter #dol head canons #female reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #x reader

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i-think-i-can-speak-here · 1 year

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hi i finished both seasons of tslocg and here are a few thoughts

i loved watching leighton’s character arc till the very end. it was very cool and i loved the reason why she left kappa whitney going there was not cool, i’ll come back to that

also i totally agree with leighton. math is way cooler than biochem. obviously.

so proud of leighton when she came out to her friends and her dad. and also super glad that she got back with alicia also what was the hot vampire from first kill doing here?

whitney in s1 after the whole teacher storyline was good. and i love they portrayed her as a nerd and not just a jock yk? and i love her relationship with her mom. her mom is pretty fun and she should be in more eps

whitney can play basketball too? she is so freaking multi-talented not water polo though

whitney and canaan did make a good couple though what she did by going through his phone was not cool but i can see where that cam from like her prev relationship and what the girls from kappa told her

i loved bela more in season 1 ig. season 2 was more of character ruin and i hope it gets better in s3. i really thought she was talking to a therapist in the last bit and not TRANSFERRING but i’m glad she realised and owned up to all her mistakes

bela and eric were really cute and they kinda made sense together but yeah she fucked up

kimberley was fun and everything and i kinda related to her when she was being awkward sometimes but the way the season ended was so bad she really should not have kissed canaan. i wish she had come clean to whitney the next day. it was just not cool

i am excited for s3 but i really am not interested in watching a love triangle nonsense. i hope all four of the girls work it out

oh i also wanna see more of nerdy leighton in the next season and them actually studying 😭

sorry this got so long 😭😭

omg i love that you sent all this!!

no yeah leighton's arc is just chef's kiss

dude... you did not just say that... math is in NO WAY cooler than biochem 😭😭

tbh i looooved vampire girl from first kill playing a sapphic character. they were cute for like an episode

whitney is talented af she can do anything (except water polo)

i really liked whitney and canaan together!! what she did wasn't great but like you said, it was understandable after her previous relationship with the coach

ngl i wanted kimberly and canaan to stay platonic besties, i love their dynamic. personally i never got romo vibes there. and yeah, she should have come clean to whitney

bela... i have so many thoughts about bela. i feel like they ruined her character arc a bit this season. her and eric were kind of cute although i wasn't rooting for them. and i feel like i'm one of the very few people who immediately assumed she was talking a out transferring?? although in hindsight i see why it would have seemed like she was in therapy. i wish she was 😅

i doubt there'll be too much focus on the triangle next season. the main focus so far has been the four main girls and i hope it continues to stay that way

how much do college students actually study though lmaoo

#asks #mutuals 💕#nivi my tumblr bestie!#the sex lives of college girls #tslocg

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Unbroken (29)

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*There is some "mature" talk in the texts! You've been warned!* - dirty jokes

*Leighton's POV*

It was July 4th weekend, and on the 4th I turned exactly 18 weeks pregnant which was scary to think about.

The night before we left Minnesota, I was on the phone with Gabriel and we had decided to cancel our appointment for the Amniocentesis. Gabe was very nervous for it due to researching how it can cause miscarriage and uterus infections, plus in some cases the baby had been injured due to careless doctors.

The testing is for genetic disorders, but we figured we'd rather be safer than sorry, and if our baby was born with some sort of disorder, we would handle it the best we could, but we didn't want to have a needle shoved into my stomach, and possibly cause miscarriage, infection and or injury, no matter how low the rate was

When I got back from my birthday getaway, life started to hit me once again. I was grateful for the time I had to get away, but I wish I could've stayed their for eternity.

The rest of that week we went fishing, and swimming and hung out with my extended family, taking Sam and Kat to Mall Of America. It was just nice to hang out in a place I loved with the people I loved, but the second we got back on that plane, it was like reality slapped me in the face.

That next week I had an interview for the art job, I had apartment hunting, and I had to sit down with Gabriel and have some tough talks for our baby.

Things like his new girlfriend have now come into view, and godparents, middle names and even how we are going to plan our nurseries.

I felt like I never had enough time, even if I was still more than halfway to go until the baby was born.

My worst fear was for the baby to be born early, and I was in complete and utter panic by not being prepared.

I at least wanted to figure out the name, if not the nursery.

I was nowhere near the nesting phase, but I was in the phase of What If's.

I was actually getting ready to film a video with Sam before I was off to my parents house. I put on some light makeup, brushing my hair and letting it cascade down my back, throwing on a baggy tee and leggings, wanting to be comfy.

I landed the art job which was exciting because it made it so I could finally sign a lease. I actually was able to find a nice apartment, but I had to have my dad on as a dependent in case I couldn't pay rent, but the thought of finally being closer to being fully independent felt really good.

The apartment was fairly small, but was 2 bed one bath which was honestly more than I could've asked for. I really thought I was going to land a dingey studio apartment, but thankfully I did find a cheaper two bed.

It kind of sucked that I was actually achieving my goal of moving out since I was getting a lot closer to Colby ever since our Minnesota trip, and I'd miss Sam and I's late night movie hangs, or Katrina and I's shopping trips.

I knew I could still hang out with them, it just sucked knowing they wouldn't be across the hall from me anymore.

Colby and I have been hanging out a lot more lately, mainly because he's the only one awake and or home when pregnancy cravings hit. Thankfully he's been a godsend for taking me to In and Out at midnight, or to our local diner at 3am, to get me the best chili cheese fries EVER.

It's been fun to have our late night hang outs and not feel like every time we are in the same room I'm walking on eggshells.

I will say that I am nervous to move out, mainly because who else is going to take me to get chili cheese fries at 3am? My apartment was about 45 minutes from Sam and Colby's new place, so Colby being just a short drive away to go get greasy food was out of the question. But in all honesty, being on my own seemed so scary. I was used to depending on people when it came to living somewhere, and I guess I had my dad as a safety net, but in the big picture, I was all on my own.

I had the dreadful conversation with Sam and Colby last week about how I wouldn't be moving into their new house with them, and how July would be my last month's payment.

I sat them down in the living room, and after a little bit of small talk, trying to naturally transition the conversation, I ripped the Band-Aid off.

"So I have been meaning to talk to you guys since my birthday trip. I will not be moving into the new house with you guys" I spoke kind of quickly, but clearly.

Their laughs got quiet and Colby quickly replied with "Wait, what?"

"You know how I mentioned that I'd be looking at apartments? Well I found one and I was able to sign the lease and put a down payment on it, I move out August 5th" I explained and I could see hurt and confusion in Colby's facial features.

"Why are you moving out? We were finally getting along?"

"I want to be independent! I need this for myself, and for my baby. I don't want you guys hating me for having a crying newborn" I explained and Colby's face fell.

"Leigh, we would never hate you" Sam tried to explain, but I just shook my head.

"You guys didn't sign up for a newborn to be crying all day. It's not like you'd never see us again. We just won't be down the hall disrupting your sleep or your videos" I explained and Colby was quiet. Very quiet.

"Leighton, we never said you had to move out?" Sam asked, confused.

"I think this will be good for everyone. Plus, Silas and I are getting closer, and I'd like to hang out with him and not have to worry about being in the way. I'm doing this for all of us, but mainly me. It will be good for me, and like I said, we will still see each other.. hopefully. I get if you want to cut off ties, but I'm leaving it open here that that is not my intention. I'd love for you guys to meet my baby, and for him or her to have so many aunt and uncles"

"It sucks that you're leavy, but we all want the best for you, and if this is what you think the best for you is, I support you" Sam said and I nodded, thankful.

"Colby?" I asked and he still was quiet, lost in his own world. "Colby?" I tried again and once Sam touched his shoulder, he snapped out of it.

"Hm?"

"How do you feel about me moving out? We're okay, right?" I asked and he nodded slowly, but there was some sort of unknown thoughts holding him captive.

He never did tell me what was on his mind. He just nodded, and that was that.

That night when I asked Colby if he wanted to go to the diner with me, he told me no, which was confusing. I instead picked up Lexi and Macy and we went to the diner together, meeting up with Aaliyah and Aaliyah's sister Monica.

I ended up spending the night at Aaliyah's, and that next day we went out and I had bought some maternity pants, and new bras since things were starting to get tight in all the wrong places, so that was about a month's worth of rent out of my pocket.

I have also been wearing the ring Colby had gotten every day since he gave it to me to the point where I think it would just look odd without it on my finger.

"Leighton! Are you ready to film?!" I heard Sam shout and I grabbed my phone, heading down the stairs.

"Let me pee, grab some water and I'm ready" I told him, heading towards the bathroom.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw our counter was lined with plastic cups which made me slightly confused, but once Sam started his intro, everything started to make more sense.

"Okay guys, today we are going to play beer pong with a twist!" Sam told the camera. "It's basically beer pong & hot ones except we have apple juice on the side for Leighton since she can't drink '' Sam showed the red solo cups sitting next to an Apple Juice container. "Joining me today is Mr. Colby Brock himself, Leighton our friend and Aaliyah, Leighton's best friend"

"So what, are we doing shots of hot sauce?" I asked and Sam shook his head.

"That's hot ones, Leighton!" Aaliyah told me, Colby, Sam and Aaliyah laughing. "Sam literally just said you're doing apple juice shots" she teased.

"I'd love to see Leigh take a hot sauce shot" Colby snickered and I rolled my eyes.

"You know some pregnant people love spicy things" I cocked an eyebrow in a challenging way, Colby and I ignoring Sam who was talking to his camera. "You wanna take a shot right now? Make up for not being able to on your birthday?" Colby asked and I shook my head, not feeling like dying on camera.

"Okay, so basically we all posted on our Instagram's besides Leighton, since she doesn't have one, and assumption card post for you guys to reply to. We put on our Sam & Colby page to make assumptions about Leigh for a video, and on our personals did ourself. That way there is a fair game for everyone. ANYWAY, basically if you get it in the cup, you have to answer an assumption. If you don't want to answer it, you have to drink." Sam explained and everyone nodded.

"Bring on the spicy water!" Aaliyah cheered and the boys joined her whilst I stood awkwardly.

"We can't really give Leighton a punishment, and I don't want to accidently bring on early labor" Sam told the camera and I felt Aaliyah's body radiate with excitement.

"Bring on the labor! I want to meet my niece or nephew!" She declared and I glared.

"If my baby is born prematurely, one, you're paying the hospital bills and two, I want your head on a platter if my baby dies" Aaliyah shot her hands up and apologized but it still left a slight sour taste in my mouth. Even if she didn't mean any harm, it still felt hurtful. I knew she was excited to meet my baby, but early labor was a touchy subject for me. Especially since I wasn't totally able to bring my blood pressure down.

"This is the last video we are filming in this house before we move in with all new roommates. This is kind of sentimental" Colby noted, the thought dawning on him.

"Dang dude, you're right. We are moving soon huh" Sam shook his head, like he couldn't believe it, playing along for the video since we all knew the thought of moving was sitting in the back of our brains twenty four seven.

"If I have to drink too many times, I'll have to switch to water so I don't intake too much sugar" I quickly explained when Sam went to grab the tripod from the sun room.

"That's a thing?" Colby asked and I nodded.

"Having too much sugar is bad for you, even when you aren't pregnant"

Sam set up the camera, and then Sam and Colby went on one side, Aaliyah and I on the other and Colby & I did rock paper scissors for who went first.

Sam & Colby won, so Colby took his shot at landing the ball in a cup, but missed.

"AH LOSER!" I yelled, grabbing the ball.

"FUCK!" Colby yelled, hearing the ball bounce on the floor.

Aaliyah threw the ball and got it in, so Sam and Colby did rock paper scissors for who had to take the assumption, and then they'd switch off from there, that way it was fair on who was getting exposed.

Colby lost, so he grabbed his phone and handed it to Aaliyah.

"I'm just going to scroll and stop, and whatever it lands on that's what I'll ask" She said and then mad man scrolled through the assumptions.

"Okay! Colby!" She poke in an assertive, catching his attention.

"Yes!" Colby replied loudly, making my ears hurt.

"Colby secretly hates Fan Pages" She read off and all of our eyes widened, turning to Colby as if he had done something unfathomable.

"Damn, um.. no. I don't. I don't really like the ones that spread rumors and stuff, but no. I don't secretly hate fan pages. I think all of you guys are cool and a lot of you make some sick artwork, and funny edits. I've been meaning to follow a couple of them" he chuckled.

Sam tossed the ping pong ball and landed it in a cup.

"Fuck yeah!" He cheered, doing a silly dance.

I ended up losing and had to go first so Sam grabbed his phone and scrolled through assumptions.

"Okay Leigh, this person assumes you secretly hate living with us" Sam said and I bit my lip.

"Damn, a lot of people think we secretly hate stuff!" Colby laughed.

"Do I answer bluntly? Or do I explain?" I asked and Colby's mouth parted in surprise.

"Answer however you'd like Leigh, or we can pour you a cup of the good ol' AJ" Sam said and motioned towards the apple juice container.

"I'll take the apple juice" I spoke up and all their eyes widened.

"DAMNNN!" Colby yelled as Sam poured the juice.

"Leigh is the first to drink!" Sam gasped and I drank the juice, setting the cup on the counter.

Colby tossed it and missed, making all me laugh, Aaliyah yell and Sam groan.

"FUCK! I suck at beer pong, sorry man" Colby shook his head, his hands gripping the edge of the counter top.

I scrolled through Sam's phone, landing on a question. "Why are so many about me? The fuck? Okay, Sam, this person wants to know if you guys have filmed videos with me"

"That one I can answer! Yes we have! We took Leigh to Hotel Coronado with Amanda, and Brennen. What happened was insane and I wish we could post the video, but most of the evidence we got that would fill the video was personal information about someone we can't put out. So after talking about it with that person and Colby, we decided not to. We hopefully will film with Leigh again, but Leigh doesn't believe in ghost stuff, so comment down below if you want to see Leigh in a video! Maybe we can change her mind!" Sam pointed towards the ground and then Aaliyah went.

"You're ignoring the part where I don't love being on camera in general" I raised an eyebrow at Sam but everyone ignored me.

"We should go back to Hotel Coronado now that we know. Honestly hindsight really is twenty, twenty. Like if we had known what was going on whilst it was happening.. it was crazy" Colby shook his head.

"Cut this out, but like for me, being the one who had to go through with it made it even scarier. Like I don't believe in ghosts. I think talking to the air is wild, but the concept of what had happened is still kind of creepy. I dunno" I shrugged.

We went a few rounds, a lot of us missing but then Colby landed the ball in the cup finally, and I had to have an assumption read out.

"Um..." Colby kept scrolling, and eventually Sam got annoyed and told him to pick one, making me nervous. "Does Sam and Colby force their team to wear their merch?" Colby asked and Sam, Colby laughed whilst I just bit my lip nervously.

"Um, yes and no? They bring merch with to shout out or they wear old merch. They do actually wear their merch around the house. It isn't like promo stuff, but like at the hotel, I wore either Sam or Colby's hoodie and it was merch. I think they purposefully bring merch in case you want to wear it, but they don't force you to. It's not like Sam or Colby packed an all black hoodie to toss over. Something always has their logo on it" I chuckled and Sam pointed to Colby who was literally wearing one of their merch pieces.

"Get the merch down below guys" Colby smirked, grabbing the fabric between his hands and then pointed towards the ground.

"Smooooooth" I laughed.

"Take a shot anytime Leighton says merch" Aaliyah laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"Leighton is our tell all. She'll spill all our secrets for some air time" Sam joked.

We started playing again, and eventually were just playing for fun to see what people wanted to know about us, and Sam would edit the footage he actually wanted to use.

A couple times people drank, like Colby and what his recent photo was in his gallery, Aaliyah and her last text with River, Sam on what their future video was and myself on who my favorite roommate was, which somehow offended them.

"Colby, someone wants to know why you were across the country with Leighton, with a smirk emoji" Sam glanced up from the phone and Colby's lips tightened.

"Do I say?" Colby looked over at me and I shrugged.

"Why are you looking at me? It's not like anything happened" I laughed. "Tell your truth Brock" I saluted him and he shook his head, a small smile on his face as he turned towards the camera.

"I went a few days early before her birthday, so we hung out for a bit. The day of her birthday, which was three days into the trip everyone else came. Sam and Kat were a surprise since we originally said they were busy. We had fun. We explored, we filmed a little, I don't think I ever shared that stuff. I don't know. We are still learning about Ms. Leighton here, so it was fun to see her hometown. Right guys?" Colby turned towards Sam and Aaliyah desperately, who nodded.

"Leighton's been my good friend for years, so it was fun to have Sam and Colby come see the notorious places we talked about" Aaliyah chimed in.

"Some of my favorite photos and videos are from that trip. If Leighton sends me the picture, I'll insert me with a bass I caught after Leighton and Sam mocked me that I couldn't catch shit" Colby spoke cockily, smirking to himself out of pride.

"We had been fishing for like 2 hours and everyone had caught shit but you" Sam laughed and my nose wrinkled.

"I literally vomited in the fucking lake because of the smell. Like Colby smelled like fish and cannonballed next to me, I swear my food became fish food"

"Leighton caught some fish by the way! Let's not forget how Colby kept telling Leighton she could do better, than proceeded to do worse than Leigh the next time he casted!" Aaliyah laughed.

"We will insert some videos from that here" Sam told the camera.

We played for about 15 more minutes before we got bored and ended the video.

Some of them tweeted off of each other's phones, replied to fan dms or fans dared them to do weird things but all in all it wasn't a bad video. I don't think too many juicy details were spilled, but the boys acted like they were a big deal. That saying something like "Colby wears the same sweatpants for days in a row" was jaw dropping news.

Who's going to tell them I put on the same bra I wore yesterday?

I was kind of interested to see what made it in the video and what didn't, but I never watched their videos so I guess I'll never know.

My free time was spent learning about baby stuff, so searching Sam's name on YouTube wasn't really in my radar.

Sam went to put the footage on a hard drive, which meant Colby, Aaliyah and I were all left alone in the kitchen, cleaning up the cups... well... Colby was cleaning the cups. Aaliyah and I were throwing goldfish at each other to see if either one of us could catch it.

"Leighton aim for my mouth! Not my eye!" She scolded, trying to catch the goldfish, but it kept landing on the counter.

"That's what she said" I laughed and I swear they both wanted my head on a platter.

"Your child is going to be Satan's spawn. It's going to come out saying some sort of sex joke" Aaliyah shook her head and I giggled.

"I so wanna make a sex joke about that, but I can't think of one! Wait, let me google!" I quickly grabbed my phone and they both groaned.

Aaliyah ended up leaving us to go to the bathroom, so I turned towards Colby with a mischievous grin. "Hey Colby"

"What?" He asked, having no idea what he was getting into as he was putting stuff away from the dishwasher.

"What do you call a cheap circumcision?" I asked and he gave me a weird look. "A rip off!" I laughed and he winced.

"What would fucking hurt. I have phantom pain on my dick right now. Thanks for that"

"Did Lorraine Bobbitt get to you too?" I asked and he gave me another weird look.

I groaned, annoyed that I'd have to explain my niche reference. "She cut off her spouse's dick" I explained and his eyes widened, his hands going in front of his dick. "What! It was what he deserved! He like raped her and shit. Why are you covering your penis? You're afraid I'm going to become her?" I asked and Colby just turned around, his hands still covering his crotch.

Aaliyah had walked back into the kitchen and I grinned, turning towards him. "Hey Aaliyah?"

"What?"

"What does a penis and a Rubik's Cube have in common?" I asked and he gave it serious thought before giving in. "The more you play with it, the harder it gets" I giggled and Colby rolled his eyes as Aaliyah laughed, joining in on my joke.

"You know Leigh, the more you come out of your shell, the more I miss the old version" Colby shook his head at me and this time I rolled my eyes.

"If you'd like to see me vomit in a bowling alley, we can go right now?" I pointed behind me towards the front door and he gave me a weird look.

"Old me was vomiting everywhere. Do we really miss that?" I asked and he shook his head, grabbing some sort of bottle out of the fridge. "I remember one time you came back from the gym and were wafting your fucking gym socks or something and I don't think I've ever vomited so quickly" I chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't wafting them. You just have super smell or some shit"

"It got to the point where you guys had to text me when you were coming home from the gym" I laughed before grabbing my phone again, finding another joke. "Hey Colby?"

"Hm?"

"How is sex like a game of bridge?" I asked and he shook his head at me.

"I need to stop replying to you"

"If you have a great hand, you don't need a partner" I winked and walked away, leaving both of them speechless.

Aaliyah eventually had to go to work, so I was sitting in the sun room, going through more dirty jokes, sending some to Silas and Aaliyah, when I opened up my texts with Colby, sending him another just because I liked to annoy him.

Me: Why can't you hear rabbits fucking?

Colby: Why?

Me: Cus they got cotton balls! 🐰😂😂😂

I heard Colby audibly go "Oh my god" in a groan, before texting me back "I hate you" which made me giggle.

I heard Colby walk up the steps, so I sent him another message, waiting for his response.

Me: What's the difference between being hungry and horny?

Colby: Oh my god stop

Me: Where you stick the cucumber!

Colby: I hope your baby comes out looking like a cucumber

Me: What? Lmao

Me: What does the sign on an out-of-business brothel say?

Colby: Come back later?

Me: Beat it. We're closed.

Colby: Oh my god 🙄😂

Me: Hey Colby

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Me: Colby

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Me: Colby

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Me: Colby

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Me: Cooooooooolllllbbbyyy

Colby: ?

Me: What does one saggy boob say to the other saggy boob?

Colby: I don't know, what?

Me: "If we don't get some support, people will think we're nuts."

Colby: My nuts are bigger read

Me: Hey Colby

Colby: Leighton I'm trying to answer emails. Sam's going to kill me since I've been putting it off

Me: What does a cow and a pregnant woman have in common?

Colby: They're both huge?

Me: WTF?! NO!

Me: Never tell a pregnant woman she's huge! Tsk tsk tsk read

Me: They both get milked!

Me:😂😂😂😂 read

Me: I didn't even google that one! That one came from my own thinker!

Colby: 🤦‍♂️

Colby: I miss the days were you hated me

Colby: I hate that you're so proud of that one

Me: HAHAHA

Me: Welcome to the dark side!

Me: I been expecting you

Colby: I'm going to block you I swear

Me: At least I lasted longer than you

Colby: You want to test that? read

Me: Hey Colby? read

Me: What's the difference between a g spot and a golf ball?

Colby: A man will actually hit the golf ball?

Me: THAT'S A GOOD ONE BUT NO!

Me: A man will actually search for a golf ball.

Me: I like yours better :(

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Me: Hey Colby

Me: Why does Santa have a big sack?

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Me: He only comes once a year

Colby: Santa said no nut November extreme edition

Me: Bet you couldn't make it.

Me: Santa is always superior

Colby: I actually did No Nut November, and No shave November thank you very much

Me: Santa does no shave November every month.

Me: Still superior

Me: Does no shave November include EVERYTHING?

Colby: But does he do no nut November every month?

Colby: Also, what do you mean?

Me: Dude, we I literally just said Santa comes once a year

Me: Also, you're acting like you'd make it. You fuck someone like every week

Colby: I haven't fucked anyone since our original truce!

Me: And I mean like, let's say a girl did no shave November. We shave so much, do you just not? Is no shave November just for beards?

Colby: Are you asking me if I shaved my dick?

Me: Maybe

Colby: Who said I did in the first place?

Me: Oh-

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*5 minutes later*

Me: Hey Colby

Colby: If Sam asks what I've gotten done today, I'm saying you

Me: Oh? 👀

Me: I have a boyfriend sir

Colby: Shut up

Colby: You know what I meant read

Colby: I'm supposed to be replying to work emails, and you keep making my phone Bing

Me: Awe you have my notifications on?

Colby: I have *my* notifications on

Me: What's the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant woman?

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Me: You can unscrew the lightbulb

Colby: R u ok?

Me: What's the difference between a microwave and a woman? read

Me: Men can push the microwaves buttons and still turn it on.

Colby: What's the difference between "Ooh" and "Aah"?

Me: OH MY GOD YOU'RE PLAYING TOO

Me: I don't know, what?

Colby: About three inches.

Me: Ohhh

Colby: *Aah😏

Me: 😳

Colby: I really need to get some work done now, Chili fries later?

Me: YES PLEASE!

Colby:😉

I spent the fourth of July at my parents house, not wanting to attend Sam and Colby's party. I didn't feel like letting my clumsy pregnant ass be around a bunch of 20 year old drunks, so instead I had some nice family time and we watched fireworks at the beach and it worked out well, because I was actually able to see Logan before he left us for a couple months. I tried to soak up as much Logan time as I could, knowing damn well Cynthia was going to get him all to herself once they went home.

I swear Cynthia and I were always fighting each other for who got to hang out with Logan, but it was normally all in playful fun.

Nova was getting bigger which was exciting. She's definitely a rough and tumble pup so I have to be sitting when I hang out with her, or she'll knock me on my ass like no tomorrow.

I was currently sitting in the sand waiting for Silas to get here, my knees propped up so my little belly could sit between them, Nova laying at my feet, shoving her face into the sand, getting told off by Cynthia for eating it.

Silas was going to meet my family for the first time which was nerve racking, so I found myself playing with the sand, eavesdropping on my dad and Landon's conversation which turned out to not be that interesting. Just something about him hanging out with Finn tomorrow so that was disappointing.

I ended up getting lost in the sound of the waves crashing, zoning out so much that my phone buzzing against my leg made me jump, which made Nova jump.

New Message Silas ❤️ Hey I'm here, where are you guys?

I texted him back, then watched Logan take Nova's leash and walk her into the ocean making us laugh.

Nova was freaking out every time the water touched her toes to the point where I was concerned I was going to pee myself with how hard we were all laughing.

I felt someone touch my shoulder which made me shriek, and then I heard his laugh which caused me to roll my eyes.

"You asshole!" I smacked his leg and Silas was still laughing, taking a seat next to me.

"I brought you those cookies you were talking about last night" He handed me a container of store bought cookies and I swear my heart grew twice in size for this man.

"Awe thank you! Thank you for coming. I hope my family doesn't get too overwhelming. They're all focused on Nova" I pointed out towards the ocean where the puppy was now swimming with Logan.

After about five minutes, my dad came over and Silas and he introduced themselves, but before I could protect my boyfriend, Lexi was dragging me into the ocean, not even caring that I wasn't in my swimsuit.

As the night died down, I watched my siblings and Silas play soccer with Nova, trying to keep the ball away from her as we waited for the fireworks, sitting next to my mom as we walked about baby stuff.

"Do you have any idea what you want to do for a nursery?" My mom asked and I shook my head, resting my hands on my stomach. "When you were born, we did a cute light pink nursery. Your nursery was actually probably one of my favorites. Your dad painted a gorgeous mural on the wall your crib was against and I used to catch you just babbling to yourself, staring at in complete wonder. It sometimes makes me wonder if that was fate. You know because you're an amazing artist and all" My mom rambled and I smiled at how my mom was fondly reminiscing of when I was younger.

It was probably one of her favorite things to do. She loved having any chance she could to talk about us kids growing up, and all the cute and annoying things we'd do.

"I wish we were still in that house. I'd love to still have that mural" I sighed, leaning back on the palms of my hands.

"We have some photos. We could try and do it again?" She suggested and I shook my head.

"Maybe if I got my own house one day I could do something like that. I don't know. I'm trying to make sure I take it one step at a time. Dot my I's, cross my T's y'know?"

I went to sit up and winced, my back pulling from how I was sitting.

"More constant aches and pains are setting in so that's fun. I'm nervous for my stomach to get bigger. I heard your pelvic bone can separate and that sounds horrific" I frowned but before my mom could reply Silas walked up to me, holding his hand out.

"Care to walk the beach with me?" He asked and I smiled, taking his hand.

"You might have to carry me. I'm getting pretty big these days" I smirked and Silas laughed, shaking his head as he helped me up.

"You're not big at all Leigh. Your stomach is as big as mine gets when the boys and I drink too much on game day" He laced his fingers between mine and I rolled my eyes.

"So you're saying I got a beer belly?" I asked and he chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm saying you're perfect my love" He kissed the side of my cheek and I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Kiss up"

"Just stating facts" He squeezed my hand and we walked along the shoreline, the water rushing over our feet a couple times.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked as we swung out hands back and forth.

"Anywhere with you is a good time" He replied and I narrowed my eyes at him, pursing my lips. "Honestly though, yeah. I love your family. I was nervous to meet your dad, but he's been good to me so far. I don't know what you slipped into his drink, but thanks" He chuckled and I laughed.

Before I could reply, Nova ran between our hands, Logan running around us as he quickly grabbed her leash. "Sorry!" He yelled out and I shook my head knowing damn well he probably did it on purpose.

"He's lucky I'm pregnant or I'd go beat his ass" I grumbled. "Do you have any siblings?" I asked as we stopped to look out at the sunset, taking a seat in the sand.

"I have a younger brother and an older sister. I'm more so the Logan of the group" He admitted which made me laugh.

"So I'll love you both huh?" I asked, resting my hand on his knee before folding them in my lap, fiddling with the anxiety ring Colby had gotten me.

"If I play my cards right" Silas joked and I snickered.

"What is this, poker?"

"I hope not. I suck at poker"

"I've never played. Some of my family members would play, but I could care less about the chips unless they're editable" I grinned.

My phone was buzzing again and I saw Silas glance down with me, Aaliyah's stupid face showing up on the screen.

Aaliyah and River were attending Sam and Colby's party, sending me videos of the chaos that was going on in my temporary home.

"Your wife is calling" Silas told me I rolled my eyes, clicking the green button and hitting speaker.

"Hey loser"

"Where is the fire extinguisher?" Aaliyah asked and I squinted, confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Colby told me to call you and ask" she explained and I turned towards Silas, extremely confused.

Wasn't that his house?

"Colby should know? I think it's in the kitchen under the wine glass cabinet?"

"Okay thanks" She told me quickly and my brow furrowed.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. Colby asked me to ask you. I got to go, thanks Leigh!" Aaliyah said before hanging up and I groaned.

What the fuck

I tried to call her back but she didn't answer.

"You live with guys don't you?" He asked and I nodded.

"I mean, one of my roommates' girlfriends are always over, so it isn't like it's always boys there but yeah. It's taken a couple months but I'm getting along with them. Kind of sucks the new place is so far away from them" I frowned, watching Lexi and Landon fight over the soccer ball, only to have Nova swipe it. "Speaking of, I should probably go make sure everything is okay. Do you want to come or stay with my family? I'll hopefully be right back" I asked and Silas decided to come, so he helped me up and we told my dad what was going on.

Right before we got to the house, Aaliyah had texted me saying everything was fine, but I walked in anyway and there were people everywhere.

Silas took my head and placed his hand on my back in a protective manner as we passed people, my own hands in front of my stomach.

I tried to find a familiar face and the only one I could see was Stas.

I quickly walked over towards her, asking if she's seen Colby, but she said no which wasn't helpful.

Silas helped me walk up the stairs to the main bathroom, only to see all of upstairs was empty.

"I'm going to kick his ass" I grumbled, making my way back downstairs, Silas hot on my toes.

I walked out to the backyard, a million people littering the space.

"Where is Colby Brock!?" I yelled out, catching some people's attention.

A few people shrugged, and a couple pointed towards the pool.

Up on some sort of high rise deck thing stood Colby, Jake and a few other people.

I left Silas in my dust as I pushed past people, climbing up the small stair things that lead to a platform.

"LEIGH BE CAREFUL!" I could Silas yell but I ignored him, one thing on my mind.

I got up there and I snatched Colby's phone before attempting to shove him in the pool, but he spun around and I felt my body lean forward, missing, and everyone gasped.

"LEIGHTON!" Someone screamed and I felt a tight hold on my wrist, another person's arms around my waist as I was lifted back up.

I could feel my adrenaline rush as I panted, shaking in someone's hold.

"YOU!" I pointed my finger at him and we both glared at each other.

"YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN HURT!" Colby shouted.

"STOP YELLING AT ME! YOU'RE THE ONE IN TROUBLE!" I yelled back

"WHAT DID I DO?!" Colby questioned, everyone watching us now.

"YOU FUCKING SCARED ME!"

"YEAH? WELL YOU ALMOST FUCKING DIED! YOU'RE PREGNANT, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP HERE! He yelled.

"YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME! Why did you tell Aaliyah to text me about a fire extinguisher?"

"Then we're equal!" Is all he said and I felt anger boil through my veins.

"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?!" I shouted and I felt Jake's hands on my arm, keeping me steady.

"You're moving out anyway, it doesn't matter" Colby grumbled and I gave him a weird look.

"What does that mean?"

"You're not even supposed to be here!" Colby exclaimed and I shoved him off of me and quickly walked down the steps, my heart racing as I pushed past the gobsmacked people.

"Leighton stop!" I heard Silas yell but I pushed past people, making it inside only to be spun around by someone.

"Leigh-" Silas tried but I shoved his hand off my wrist, quickly climbing the stairs as the tears started falling down my cheeks.

I quickly closed my door, dropping to the floor as I felt the hot tears slide down my jawline.

Someone knocked on the door but I just leaned my head against it, my chest rising and falling quickly as I breathed heavily.

I don't know how long I sat there crying for, but the next thing I knew I was screaming in agony, sharp pains stabbing my stomach as I cried and screamed, my hands resting against the horrific stabbing pains.

I heard someone tell me to move away from the door, so I shuffled over enough, still curled in a ball when I heard Silas ask if I was okay. All I could manage to do was shake my head, and the next thing I knew I was being hauled away in an ambulance repeating to myself.

Please let my baby be okay.

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Written on: March 5th, 6th, 7th, 9th, 10th, April 6th 2022

Word Count: 6.5k

Part Thirty

#colbybrock #samgolbach #samandcolby #solby #writing #creativewriting #wattpad #unbroken #fanfiction #colbybrockfanfiction #colbybrockfanfic

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wikifoxnews · 2 years

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Who is Kofi Prempeh ( Church party guest, 28, is jailed for 13 years after he pushed 12-year-old attendee ) Wiki, Bio, Age, Crime, Arrest, Incident Details, Investigations and More Facts

Kofi Prempeh Biography Kofi Prempeh Wiki

A man has been sentenced to thirteen and a half years in prison after he pushed a 12-year-old girl into a bush and twice raped it after attending a church service.

Kofi Prempeh, 28, was no stranger to the girl he assaulted in a dark park on Leighton Street in West Croydon on August 4, 2018 as he drove her home from a party at a nearby church. Prempeh, born in Wide Way, Mitcham, Ghana, pleaded guilty to two counts of raping the girl three days into the trial. Church party guest, 28, jailed for 13 years after he pushed 12-year-old into bush and raped her: Kofi Prempeh, 28, was not a stranger to the girl who he attacked in a dark park near Leighton Street, West Croydon, while walking her home from the party at… https://t.co/mzeCvv8X4n pic.twitter.com/1VDn0ScdyL — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 (@SunDispatch) August 14, 2022 Croydon Crown Court heard that Prempeh claimed he did not know the victim's age at the time, but his application was denied by prosecutors. Prosecutor Nicola Merrick told the court on Friday (August 12): "When he became engaged to her, he knew she was a 12-year-old girl." The victim had attended a church festival alone. The court heard her family believed she would be safe with other believers she knew. "She went to a party that was being held in a church hall that the defendant was also attending and stayed longer than her mother agreed," Miss Merrick said. “The defendant left the party with her around 10pm and arrived at her home address around midnight, a journey that would normally take twenty minutes. The path he took with her led through the park. It was dark. "He warned her not to tell her mother or anyone else what she did.

Incident Details

“There was a party that night attended by the congregation, and the girl's mother thought members of the church were keeping an eye on her daughter. "She was outside the church when the accused came out and spoke to her while holding a bottle of beer which she had mistook for Guinness. She thinks he tried to convince her not to go home, and as she walked through the park, he was next. to her". Prosecutors said Prempeh then attacked the victim, who yelled at him to leave her alone. "He said, 'Stop it, stop it. There are people who can see you, but that didn't seem to discourage him. "She was crying and he could see she was upset and told her to stop. She couldn't help it and he yelled, "Don't cry anymore." “The applicant called her mother and told her she was fine and the defendant continued to tell the girl not to tell anyone what he had done to her and that it would be bad for her. "The defendant said to her, 'If I find out that you said something to someone, there will be trouble.' The girl confided in a family member three months later.

Prempeh Arrested

Prempeh was arrested three months later and denied the rape. He admitted his guilt after the trial had begun and his victim had been testified and questioned. John Hunter, defending himself, said there was no point in subjecting his client to a sexual harm prevention order after his release. "There is definitely a possibility that he will be expelled," he said. "He expressed the shame he feels on a daily basis, and during the detention period he realized how inappropriate his behavior was and wondered if it was worth continuing. “The impact on him had a significant impact. It wasn't planned in any way, it was opportunistic and something he bitterly regrets and will do for the rest of his life. "She wasn't dragged into the bushes or anything, and she's not entirely reliable in her statements. There were signs that she accepted what had happened and wanted it to happen." However, Judge Elizabeth Smaller questioned that, saying, "Well, according to her evidence, that's what happened, and to say otherwise isn't doing your client a great favor." Speaking to Prempeh, she said: 'Your lawyer's suggestions are somewhat anachronistic to me. I do not accept these requests or that this girl suggested that these actions should take place.' He later told Prempeh, "It's hard to understand how you can go from an unprecedented young police officer to raping a child. It was a significant level of violence in a public park late at night. "She went through a period of fear of being pregnant and that must have contributed to the terror this young girl felt and said not a day goes by that what you've done doesn't affect her life, and she is still in consultation. "I think it poses a danger to young women and you have to protect the public from you." Judge Smaller sentenced him to thirteen and a half years in prison and extended the term of his license to four years after his release. He has also been ordered to go on the sex offender registry indefinitely and his name is blacklisted, which prohibits working with children and vulnerable adults. Read the full article

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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Some Jasper w/ non LI npcs

General DoL tw under the cut, Morgan is included in here

Bailey: Jasper is a potential buyer, that's about it. He does like how direct the caretaker is.

Briar: *cough* would try to get some of Briar's hair and Briar probably sell them some for, like, 1k. Briar wouldn't let Jasper cut the hair off himself and Jasper would insist on watching Briar cut their hair so he knows Briar isn't cheating them. Would probably like how Briar conducts shows. Thing is, even with all the time Jasper spends in the industrial district, it's unlikely he'd ever run into Briar. Not big on the idea of going to a brothel.

Charlie: probably wouldn't even notice Charlie, to be honest.

Darryl: I hate to say it, but Jasper would mess with Darryl. Might bump into Darryl while they're on their way to the club, feel that they're a bit timid, and follow them for kicks. Clubs aren't really Jasper's thing, so it's unlikely he'll stick around when Darryl disappears into their office.

Doren: Jasper likes hanging out in the park, going for the occasional jog when at high energy. Makes them feel a little more solid. Give Doren a small nod every time they cross paths. Doren wouldn't think it's off if Jasper just happens to be running the same way as them, every now and then.

Gwylan: He's popped into the strange ship a few times. Never stayed long, though. No real opinion on Gwylan.

Harper: Distrust for all medical personnel extends to Harper. Doesn't like how Harper says "be well," makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Jasper has a few facial scars (that he's v self conscious about) and almost decked Harper when they kept asking how he got them. 0

Jordan: hehe, pretty hair. Likes to follow them around town when he spots them. Hasn't tried to approach Jordan since that first time.

Landry: On neutral terms with Landry. Drinks in their pub, occasionally.

Leighton: Only place he'd meet Leighton would be the park at night. No strong opinion on the headteacher. If he found out Leighton was messing with his masterpiece, though, all bets are off.

Mason: Jasper has seen the swimming instructor doing laps in the lake. Often. They have good form.

Morgan: So, Jasper isn't the most stable, mentally. At high energy he tends to throw caution to the wind and bite off more than he can chew. He might try to explore the sewers. If he just bumped into Morgan, he'd run. Creepy sewer person? No thanks. If Morgan was able to capture Jasper? Started calling him Charles and calling themself his mother/father? Chaos. While Jasper knows Morgan isn't really his parent, the stress of the whole "abducted by sewer person" ordeal coupled with his own issues makes for some interesting results. Morgan calling themself Jasper's mother makes him freeze. He'd be more likely to let Morgan pretend for a little while, play into their delusions. Would freak out during "special lessons," though. Would try to bash Morgan's teeth in. Morgan calling themself Jasper's father is instantaneous violence. Lunges at Morgan, screaming, trying to wrap his hands around their throat. Once out of the sewers, he's not likely to go back. Jasper's not sure what came over him when Morgan started referring to themself as his parent, and he doesn't want to find out.

Niki: Might bump into each other when Jasper visits Remy's farm, on occasion. Jasper would like Niki, likes how calm they are. Tries to talk to the photographer about light composition and angles and what not. Probably comes on a little too strong for Niki's liking.

Remy: Jasper knows Remy from his family's business. He's not entirely sure how,, having never been privy to the details, but he likes Remy, might have something of a crush on the farmer. Might flirt with them a little for fun, but Remy isn't marked as one of Jasper's people. Usually, all Jasper does is show up on the farm when at low energy and asks to hang out in the field with the cow people and the centaurs. He might sketch a little, mostly lays in the grass, soaking in the evening sun and laughing when one of the bull boys or cow girls nudge him. He once gave Remy a sketch of the estate as a gift.

River: Poor River caught Jasper when he was at low energy one day, his hair dirty and wild, wearing ripped clothing, and thought he was homeless. Tried to take him to the soup kitchen only for Jasper to bolt into the forest the moment he saw the Temple.

Sam: If they meet, it's on the rare occasion Jasper leaves the comfort of the alleys. Jasper doesn't think much of Sam, just knows that the Café has some of the best milkshakes he's ever had. Low energy Jasper is likely to pop in right before close for a milkshake, tips well.

Sirris: If Jasper could get Sirris talking about science, it would be all over. He'd just keep Sirris talking so he doesn't have to put forth any effort, extend any energy, and still have a good time. Jasper always liked science.

Winter: Jasper saw one of the wooden horse demonstrations and never went back to the museum. He doesn't particularly like getting hard in such public settings. Doesn't have much of an opinion on Winter, but likes their voice.

Wren: Oh, they would not like each other. Wren is cocky and self assured. It makes Jasper want to hurt them, see what it would take to make their smile drop, to see if he could make the smuggler cry. Wren, in turn, can tell something is off about Jasper and never turns their back on him. Brought it up to Remy once, but their concerns were waved to the side.

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Ashes and Wine

Chapter 4

Warnings: Angst, language, mentions of sex, I think that’s it.

I hope you enjoy this! Thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt from the Song series. There’s still 5 left!

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“Did I do something to you?” Mat asked Kaitlin from the doorway. She had been home for 3 hours and had barely spoken two words to him.

“Nope.” She said turning to face away from him.

“Okay but see that’s how I know I did something.”

She turned and fixed him with a glare, so angry that he took a step back. He had never seen her this mad before, and whatever he had done he had messed up.

“Did you have fun while I was gone?” She seethed.

“What? What do you mean?”

She whipped her phone out and stood, storming across the room and shoving it in his face. The photos of him and Leighton, and the other wags were displayed on the screen. He was still totally confused.

“What-“

“I don’t want you seeing her anymore.” She snapped.

“Kaitlin you told me to go.”

“I didn’t tell you to flirt with her! And I didn’t tell you to integrate her into your life more than you ever have with me!”

Mat didn’t understand. They lived together, they were getting married and she was flipping out over a photo. He hadn’t done anything wrong, or at least he didn’t think he had.

“I suppose now all the other girls love her and Ginny, and I’m just someone who’s always been on the outside! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“No because I have no idea what your talking about.”

“This!” She yelled shoving the phone in his face again. It was the photo of them smiling at each other “Do you not get how this would make me uncomfortable? Or do you just not care? You’ve never looked at me like that ever. We haven’t had sex since she showed up here!”

May opened his mouth and thought about it. They hadn’t, and he hadn’t even noticed. He felt awful about himself. And there was no words he could say that would fix this right now.

“Kaitlin I-“

“Do you still love her?” She asked, tears welling in her eyes. When he didn’t answer she asked again.

“Do. You. Love. Her?”

“No Kaitlin I don’t.” He wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. In his heart he loved both of them, but in his souls he wasn’t so sure.

She took a deep breath and blinked several times before she spoke “ If you don’t love her, then stay away from her.”

Mat felt his heart sink as he watched Kaitlin turn on her heel and storm back to their room and slam the door. He sat down heavily on the sofa with a huff.

Her heart was hammering in her chest as he set his solo cup down, and moved closer to her one hand coming up to her face and the other resting on her hip.

“Can I?” He asked quietly, gripping the fabric of her sweater.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He stared for a minute and leaned in ever so slowly, nose brushing hers. She closed her eyes and he finally pressed his lips gently to hers. Fire ripped through him as he let his hands tangle in her soft hair. He pulled away and came in at a different angle, lips beginning to move against hers, more forceful than before tounge swiping against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth allowing him to push his tounge inside, and melted into him like putty. When he finally pulled away he was breathless and she was red. He kissed her very softly a few more times and pulled her gently into his chest.

And that was how it all started. From that point on he couldn’t stop kissing her. In his car, in her bedroom, and whenever he could get his hands on her during school. He just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. She didn’t mind not one bit, and she fell just a little bit more each time he smiled at her.

“So? Mat Barzal huh?”

She frowned at Ginny and pushed her glasses further up her nose “what?”

“Oh please don’t even try it bitch.” Ginny slapped the book out of her hand and fixed her with a glare.

“Your making me uncomfortable.”

“I’m making you uncomfortable? I’m uncomfortable with the fact that you didn’t tell me and I had to hear about it from the rumor mill!”

“There’s nothing to tell. We’re just friends.”

“Friends don’t kiss eachother under the bleachers when they think no one is watching.”

“How-how did you-“

“Eyes everywhere babe. Now tell me everything.”

Mat sighed and stood to knock on the door. When Kaitlin didn’t answer he jiggled the handle to discover it was locked. She wanted space so he would give it to her. So he did the only thing he could.

“Hello?”

“Beau? It’s Mat. Can I come over?”

“Sure. Are you allowed to?”

“Ha. Ha. I’ll be there soon.”

Beaus apartment was a short drive away, and as he neared his front door he frowned. He thought he could hear voices from inside but couldn’t be sure it wasn’t the tv. He opened the door, not bothering to knock and turned the corner, coming face to face with Ginny. She looked surprised to see him, and then confused.

“Wow already?” He chuckled, but looked over her shoulder to find Beau, fully clothed and Leighton seated at the counter. She looked up, startled to see him, but then she smiled at him. He stood there in the middle of the kitchen jingling his keys, unsure of what to do. Ginny and Beau were bickering somewhere behind him. Her smile faded slowly, before she sighed and braced her arms on the counter.

“You can’t see me anymore can you.”

He let his head fall and set his keys down, slouching into the chair opposite her. She could read him like a book, she always had been able to.

“Kaitlin is uncomfortable with the idea of you and I being alone together.” It sounded ridiculous even as he said it.

“Kind of like right now.” She said gesturing to the empty kitchen. Ginny was taking a phone call down the hall and Beau was in the other room doing something.

“I guess.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble Mat.” She leaned forward and grasped his hand, giving him a real genuine look of sadness “And if you have to stay away from me then I understand.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then we’ll figure it out. But she’s going to be your wife.”

“I gave you up four years ago. I’m not doing that again.”

He squeezed her hand back and stood from his chair, coming around the table and pulling her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into him. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair, but he didn’t, instead resting his chin on the top of her head. Beau and Ginny were peaking around the corner watching the exchange.

“They’re so gonna bang.” Ginny whispered, small smile on her face. Beau opened his mouth to respond but stopped when he saw Leighton pull back to look at Mat, and time seemed to freeze. They stared at eachother for several moments before they both leaned forward ever so slightly. Ginny and Beau stopped breathing.

“Holy shit.” She said grabbing his arm.

Mat couldn’t have stopped himself even if he wanted to, which he didn’t. Their lips were almost touching, and she could feel his hot breath on her face. She sucked in a breath as her eyes closed in anticipation, but the kiss never came. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily just as their lips started to touch but then shook his head.

“I can’t-I can’t do this.” He didn’t back away from her, but kept her locked in his arms, eyes still closed “I want to. So bad. But I can’t. I’m engaged.”

“It’s fine.” She said, noticing that she had a hold of the front of his jacket. It was like they were on autopilot, falling into the same way things were before. He could understand now why Kaitlin was worried, because he was too.

They stayed that way for a while, until Beau cleared his throat and they broke apart slowly. Mat was still staring at her with such an intensity it was making her uncomfortable. They didn’t talk with each other much as the afternoon wore on, but when food was ordered they sat close to one another at the table, and next to each other on the sofa, closer than they probably should have.

When the girls decided to leave, he gave her a hug, tighter and longer than it should have been, before he watched her walk out the door and then turned to Beau.

“Need to talk about something buddy?” Beaus asked with a smirk, but when he saw the look in Mat’s face, the smirk faded and was replaced with a look of concern.

Mat sat down, head in his hands “She’s fucking me up.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

“She is. I’m fucked. I’m fucked up Beau.”

“Okay calm down.” Beau sat across from him and leaned forward “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know!” He said throwing himself backwards “She was gone for four fucking years and she’s back now and I moved on. And now Kaitlin says I can’t even see her anymore.”

“Wait what? Is that why your here?”

He nodded and sighed “Yeah. She saw all the pictures that were posted on Friday. And she flipped out this morning and I get it, but I can’t just give up my friend.”

Beau laughed and shook his head “Dude come on. Give it up. Friends don’t look at each other this way.”

He held up his phone to show him the picture of him and Leighton at the bar. It was true, he could see the way he was staring at her, a way he had never looked at Kaitlin. He hadn’t been trying hard enough to stay away from her, or be her friend. He would have to make a tough choice if he wanted to keep them both in his life. This was painful, and this choice would rip his heart in half if he was forced to make it.

“I know. I’m gonna have to let her go.” He stood and grabbed his keys.

“Barz, dude wait don’t-“ but he was already crossing the apartment and out the door. Beau stood for a minute, before kicking his coffee table and muttering under his breath.

********

“Kaitlin!” He called when he had kicked the door to his apartment shut. She came padding around the corner, eyes red from crying, arms crossed.

“What?”

“Listen to me. I love you, not Leighton. I don’t wanna be with her, I want to be with you.”

“Do you really? Cuz ever since she came to town your not acting like it.”

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“Mat I don’t know if I believe-“

“I want to get married sooner.” He blurred out. Her eyes widened.

“What?”

“I can’t wait another year. I want to get married as soon as we can.”

“Do you mean that?”

“I do. I really do. How fast do you think we can pull it off? 3 weeks?”

She gasped and then smiled, throwing her arms around his neck “I can try! I love you.” She said softly. He swept her up and carried her back to their bedroom.

********

Leighton rolled over in bed and closed her eyes. She felt weird. Sad because he was marrying someone else, guilty because he had almost kissed her while he was marrying someone else, and mad because of both of those reasons. Truth be told she didn’t really care about Kaitlin’s feelings, because Mat was hers first. But she had given him up, and it wasn’t fair for her to try and take him back now when he had moved on and built a life here.

“Hey.” Ginny was standing in her doorway “You okay?”

“No.” She rolled on to her back and stared at the ceiling with a huff. Ginny laid down next to her.

“I still have feelings for Mat.”

Ginny laughed softly and sighed “I know.”

“And I don’t want him to marry Kaitlin.”

“I know.”

“This is so fucked up.”

“I know.”

Leighton scowled at her “ Is that all you have to say?”

“Babe. I know you better than anyone, even Mat himself. And it’s been all over you face since we got here. And based on that almost lip lock in the kitchen today, I’d say those feelings aren’t just one sided.”

“You saw that?”

“We both did. It was like watching a movie that I saw 4 years ago. Same Leighton, same Mat.”

“I can’t take him from her.”

“No that would be wrong. Let me talk to him. See where his heads at.”

Leighton nodded and Ginny grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“This is all gonna be okay. I promise.”

#mat barzal fic #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fanfiction #hockey blurbs #hockey imagine #hockeyblr #hockey fic #hockey tumblr #hockey writing #anthony beauvillier

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years

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Ok so

Idk if that was mentioned before

But

YoungAU

What is LI opinions on the PrePC. Both at school and past school. What are the interactions? We know about Bailey and little about Eden. But what about the rest? I need more YoungAU headcanons, that's what I'm saying

I gotcha.

So let's say Pre-PC is a fellow orphan. I'll leave backstory and everything else up to enterpretation just like Current-PC.

Bailey and Eden would have grown up with them. Would have taken them under their wing as a third member of their trio (sort of in the younger sibling role).

Bailey as an LI would think of you as a pest at first, not wanting to be taken care of or flustered over if you're submissive. If you're defiant they hate having another person around that challenges their authority, because pre-caretaker already makes them feel helpless. After time away from you, Bailey discovers they miss you a lot and will pick up the relationship there.

Past school would want to avoid you if you left and came back. Wants to bury their past deep deep down and focus on the now, where they have the power and money they've always sought.

Eden as an LI would have had claimed you from the start. Would have called you their girlfriend/boyfriend since you were kids and then never ever let you even suggest breaking up. Prefers for the Pre-PC to be submissive and fall into a house-spouse role, wants to take care of you. A defiant Pre-PC is likely to be fought into the role.

A Pre-PC that goes out into the forest after leaving is likely to be snatched up just like Current-PC, only Eden is quick to fall into familiar behaviour they got into as kids, acts like nothing changed from the last time you saw each other.

Quinn meets you through Bailey, and values the Pre-PC for their physical beauty. Wants them to be their trophy spouse they can show off when they climb to the top. If you have brains and are able to pursue an equally (never better) career, then Quinn will be ecstatic also.

A successful Pre-PC returning can expect Quinn to take you to fancy places and get press photos with you in an attempt to force a relationship. A Pre-PC that flopped is treated like Quinn never knew you ever. You're not going to mark their reputation.

Leighton wants someone naïve. Wants to be able to take advantage of the Pre-PC, and with them being guarded by Bailey and Eden (who he hates), he views you as an achievement. Something to steal away and corrupt. If you have a low status, they will use it against you. Knows you feel more isolated. Knows how hard it can be. That means you can trust them, you know?

A returning Pre-PC Leighton had photos/blackmail of is likely to be paid a visit and they would use them against you. But there's also the chance that you're more mature and less vulnerable now. Leighton would not like that.

Avery, similarly to Quinn, wants you to boost himself. Unless you're an unpopular student, in which case he will bully you. He won't go out of his way to, but if you run into him in the corridor, expect to be shoved or sneered at. Until he gets stuck with you on a science project and allows you into his home - where he quickly starts molesting you and bribing you with cash to stay fucking quiet about it. Obviously jealous of Eden if he gets you instead.

Again, a successful Pre-PC will get the Royal treatment in an attempt to woo them. However, unlike Quinn, Avery will take advantage of an unsuccessful Pre-PC. If you need the money, they can help. Can get you all reliant and needy on them. You just have to follow instructions, that's not hard, right?

Morgan can never act on their feelings even if they have them for you. While lucid and intelligent at this point, there's a nervousness that Morgan hides beneath the great posture and groomed uniform. Feels a constant pressure from home that makes it impossible to date someone lower than them. Longs from afar.

Morgan after they've lost it is going to find it so difficult to see you. Is going to fluctuate between calling you their child's name and then moments where they tell you they remember you. The real you, the you they loved but couldn't touch. You're their's now, though, so it's okay.

Winter would click with an intelligent, mature Pre-PC. Social standing would not personally matter, so long as you showed a passion and drive to achieve great things in yihr chosen field. Let them rant at you about their favourite historical tidbits.

Afterwards, Winter would be delighted to have a friends to speak to. To go to cafes to and share your knowledge. Will be sad if you didn't pursue an academic career. But may be willing to let you help at the museum - a second chance.

#spill your guts #anonymous #younger au #Eden the Lonely #Bailey the Caretaker #Quinn the Mayor #Leighton the Headmaster #Avery the Moneybags #Morgan the Sewer Dweller #Winter the History Teacher

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spicyspencerreid · 4 years

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Just Friends| Part Four

A Timothée Chalamet Imagine: Part One| Part Two| Part Three Part Five

Female!Reader, Dancer/Actress!Reader, CoStar!Reader, FrenchSpeaking!Reader//A whole 4,679 Words

Summary of part one, two, and three// Reader and Timothée are best friends. They are going to be costars on a new movie where Y/n plays a dancer and has a small, but still important, role, and Timothée’s a lead. There’s a storm and Y/n’s hotel is having issues, so she has to stay in Timothée’s apartment. She stays with him really realizes she likes him, then he starts dating Lily, asks to go out to dinner so you can all meet her.

Warnings// Grammar/spelling and lack of proofreading. angst then FLUFF, alcohol, lots of cursing

Key: French writing (english translation), Y/n/n-Your nickname, Y/f/n-Your first name, Y/l/n-Your last name

(Added July 2020) Note: this whole series was written before Ansel Elgort’s allegations arose, and honestly, in the most disrespectful way possible: I hope he rots in hell. I ALWAYS stand with the victim, and if that’s going to be a problem, find another series to read. If the mention of his name is triggering to you, PLEASE do not read. If you or anyone you know has been sexually assaulted or abused, do not be afraid to speak up, but if that’s not the route you personally want to take: you can call 1-800-656-4673, available 24 hours every day and 100% confidential.

Not my gif: also...we’re pretending Lily has a younger sister for this because I wrote it without even looking that up, I don’t know if she has any siblings...also I copied the Giselle summary from a website online :)

The restaurant was gorgeous, but to be honest, not exactly your scene. You’d always known how to get yourself through high profile dinners, at this point they’d become a cake-walk for you, but this was different. You’d be less nervous if you were out to dinner with Queen Elizabeth than you were right now. Your eyes drifted back to the table, a circle booth, of course a circle booth. There’s nothing wrong with circle booths, everything was just bothering you right now, especially her. She looked so pretty, effortlessly pretty, I mean she was a model. Lily Rose-Depp, one of the most gorgeous girls you’d ever seen, she sat comfortably next to Timothée, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as they chatted. And him? He looked, well, happy as her pale pink painted fingernails grazed his skin, if only she knew how much he hated the color pink. Zendaya rested her hands on your shoulders, bring you out of your daze.

“Stop staring, let’s go sit, make conversation, I swear we’ll get you out of here as quick as we can,” she rubbed your shoulders before shaking your body a little bit, “come onnnn.”

“Fuck this, I need a manicure,” you muttered as you walked over with her. Zendaya took the opportunity to approach Timothée first so you didn’t have to. That gave you the pleasant task of being the first to greet Lily. She had the biggest smile on her face. She walked towards you and smiled, her eyes were brown, but soft like honey, and her smile was enough to light up the dimly lit room. You put on your best fake smile possible and pulled her in for a hug.

“It is so nice to finally meet you, I love your dress.” fuck she gives great hugs. Her voice was soft, kind of firm, but gentle and sweet nonetheless. She had the slightest tint of a French accent, probably from being in Paris, you’d forgotten she was part French as well, realizing how much that must’ve added to the bond she had with Timothée.

“Thank you beautiful, it’s nice to meet you too, I can’t believe we didn’t run into each other in Paris,” you pulled away from her hug, keeping your hands rested on her lower shoulders.

“Aw, that would’ve been so fun, we should do something together soon,” and not only is she a good hugger, she’s nice too, and not fake nice, actually nice.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” you walked away from her to approach Timothée, having calmed yourself down enough to approach him after at least learning Lily wasn’t a blood-sucking shell of a person. You met his eyes and he pulled you in for a warm hug.

“I missed you,” you knew he didn’t mean it like you wished he did, but it didn’t stop your breath from hitching in your throat, and it definitely didn’t stop the ache in your heart from how much you missed having his arms around you, “Thank you for agreeing to this, I know how much you hate these dinners,” you thought back to the night you’d agreed to watching a horror movie with him, Z, and Ansel even though you absolutely hated them, he held you while you squealed and blocked your eyes during the worst part. You hated yourself for how bad you wanted to go back to that moment, how bad you wished Lily wasn’t here right now, and how bad you wished it was you holding his hand at the table.

“It’s okay, I wanted to come.” He raised his eyebrows at you, no matter how good of a liar you were, he could see right through you, “Non, je l'ai vraiment fait, (no, I really did,) I wanted to meet her,” at least that wasn’t completely a lie, you did want to meet her, you wanted meet her and you wanted to hate her. Zendaya and Ansel gave them hugs as well and you sat down, Ansel sat in the center next to Lily, Zendaya next to him, and Timothée on the outer edge, that left you on the opposite outer edge, right across from him. Fuck me you silently cursed yourself.

The waitress came over and asked what you’d like to drink, Ansel ordered wine for the table. You nudged the waitress over, whispering to her to only give you virgin drinks, not caring that she’d probably assume you were pregnant. You were too scared what you might say if your inhibitions went down, even though all you wanted was to black out in this moment. You chatted for a while, keeping yourself poised as you spoke. Lily was easy to talk to, she was nice, smart, and of course she had a great sense of humor, not to mention her laugh sounded like the ring of a million adorable little bells. You felt surprisingly comfortable after a while, your fake smile even sometimes morphing into a real one. Maybe it was just the numbing feeling that came along with your attempt to avoid eye contact from Timothée as much as you could. You talked about Paris, and the movie, you asked Lily about her movies and modeling, and she did the same for you, but you still winced a little every time Timothée’s arm brushed up against hers.

“So, what have I missed in the past week?” Timothée asked taking a drink out of his glass.

“Y/n has news.” Ansel nudged you and you shot him daggers.

“News?” Timothée asked as he turned his gaze from Lily to you.

“Um...,” you sighed, taking another sip of your glass, realizing you were in deep shit now, “the American Ballet is doing Giselle,” you looked down at the ground, “and they want...me.” You smiled, of course you were happy about this opportunity, thrilled actually, but other stuff, him and Lily, got in the way of you celebrating. Sleeping Beauty was great, and you felt so incredibly lucky to get that opportunity, but Giselle was your dream role, not to mention Giselle was a tad more high-profile than Sleeping Beauty, and you’d get to work with a couple of your friends from college.

“For. Giselle.” Z added and you kicked her under the table. Timothée’s jaw was practically on the floor.

“I didn’t even know you auditioned?” you made eye contact with him for the first time since he hugged you earlier in the evening.

“Leighton reached out, said they were drafting their cast list and wanted me to come in for a private audition, it all happened really fast,”

“Don’t be offended, she didn’t even tell us until this morning.” Ansel said as he took a sip out of his glass and you made a mental note to strangle him once the night was over.

“This morning! How could you not call me the moment you found out?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it slipped my mind, I swear,” it didn’t “slip your mind”, but that was easier to say then telling him you were about to call him when you spotted a magazine with a picture of him and Lily playing tongue hockey, so instead of calling him you cried for forty-five minutes.

“That’s incredible Y/n, I’ve heard so much about the production, but I’ve never seen it, what’s the story again?” Lily seemed so genuinely interested in you, throwing you off a bit at her kindness.

“Um..., well the short, but official, version is, on an autumn day, a peasant girl named Giselle – who loves to dance but suffers from a weak heart condition – is pursued by Albrecht, the Count of Silesia; she is unaware of his noble status as he disguises himself as a peasant. She initially denies his advances but upon plucking the petals of a daisy, his love for her is confirmed. The gamekeeper Hilarion is suspicious of Albrecht and tries to warn Giselle, with whom he is also in love. She ignores his warnings while he continues to investigate. The villagers are visited by the Duke of Courland and his daughter Bathilde who is betrothed to Albrecht. When it is realized that both young ladies are engaged to the same man and that indeed Albrecth is a nobleman, Giselle is heartbroken. She attempts to kill herself with Albrecht’s sword but upon failing, goes mad. This frenzy of despair is too much for the girl’s heart and she dies...” Lily, Ansel, and Z just stared at you, stunned, you just laughed and sipped your drink, “I’ve had it memorized since fifth grade...”

“A woman of many talents,” Lily nodded in your direction, and you smiled back at her, “you know, I can barely walk in heels, I just don’t have the balance for it, so I can’t imagine doing what you do.”

“Well, we’ve all had to carry her up to her apartment at some point,” Ansel spoke through a laugh.

“I have bruised toes...” you playfully frowned.

“I’m sorry, I’m still pissed you didn’t tell me. I am never, ever, letting you off the hook for this...” Timothée interjected with a laugh, then he turned to Lily and lightly put his arm around her, “oh yeah and where are you hearing about the American Ballet?” You missed his laugh, a week, it was a week without him, and you really missed his laugh, but you couldn’t deny how broken you felt in this moment. You’d rather he stayed in Paris with Lily forever than to sit at a table with them right now, and you know what? It wasn’t even Lily. She was an angel, so easy to talk to. Honestly if you’d met her before she was with him, you’d probably be best friends. The real problem was with Timothée. He gave you these feelings. Feelings that came from watching him with her. The feeling it gave you to see them together, the feeling you got when you saw how well they got along, and how fucking hard seeing them together made you want to hate her, but you couldn’t. You also couldn’t blame her for being with Timothée. Your feelings for him were another thing the two of you had in common.

“Bree.” She leaned into him as she answered his question. Timothée let out a little “ah” as he understood her. She turned back to face you, “My little sister’s a dancer and actually when I told her I was meeting you, Y/n, she freaked out. She’s gonna die when she finds out about this, Giselle’s her favorite production,” your heart hurt. God, you couldn’t believe how much you liked Lily.

“When tickets come out, I can probably get her backstage passes, I’d love to meet her,” word vomit. It was all word vomit. Everything you said, word vomit, yes you were more than willing to meet her little sister, but you felt yourself wanting her to like you.

“My god, she’d lose her mind if she ever saw you in person.” she giggled, leaning herself comfortably in his arms, your favorite place to be.

The night went by pretty fast, you ordered the lightest thing you could find on the menu, in fear of throwing up all over Lily--now that would’ve been a great first impression. Zendaya subtly convinced everyone out of dessert so you could get out of there. At the end of the night she excused herself to the bathroom, Lily going with her--which was good, you wanted them to be friends, you weren’t sure why, but you did--and Ansel went to call in the car service and check your coats, Timothée asked you to stay, leaving you alone next to each other at the table.

“So?” He smiled at you.

“So what?” You smiled back.

“What do you mean so what? What do you think of her?” This could’ve been your opportunity, part of you knew that if you didn’t approve, Timothée wouldn’t keep dating her. However, you’d practically lied to him all night, so you might as well give him one truth.

“I like her T, she’s a good one,” you stared at your drink, avoiding his eyes.

“Good, she was nervous to meet you, ” you looked back up at him, but for only a second, he looked pleased, relieved to have your little stamp of approval.

“I really want her to like me, I hope she does,” you downed your drink, before remembering it didn’t have any alcohol.

“She does, everyone likes you,” not. everyone. not the people that matter, not you. And on that note, Lily and Zendaya came back to the table, and Ansel returned with your coats, saved by the bell, you stood up almost instantly.

“Well, we better get going,” Timothée gave you all a quick hug, Lily doing the same.

“I’m gonna follow up with you on those tickets, I’ll tell Timothée to send you my number.” Lily gave you an appreciative smile, and you could tell she meant it, she was happy you were wiling to do something nice for her, and you felt as if you owed it to her. As if that could be your way of making up for the terrible image you painted of her in your brain before you met.

“Will do,” Timothée lightly placed his hand on your back. You reacted instantly, taking in a quick breath as you flinched a little bit and stiffened under his touch, “you okay?” he asked, obviously noticing your lack of comfort, which had never existed with him until tonight, but Z, being her great self, quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you a little in her direction.

“Looks like our car is here, we should really get going too, early day tomorrow.” She grabbed your coat from Ansel and laid it across your shoulders, “It was lovely meeting you.” She squeezed Lily’s hand before pulling you with her towards the door. You walked a little bit before relaxing your shoulders.

“I owe you the world and more,” you hugged Z from the side, relieved to be out of there.

“I told you it wouldn’t be that bad,” Ansel said. You nodded, knowing he was right, but you would’ve rather been literally anywhere else in that moment.

“Yeah, let’s just go get you drunk, we’re going back to my apartment,” Zendaya said as the car pulled up to the restaurant, and the driver opened the door to the car.

“That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all night.” Ansel spoke and you laid your head on his shoulder as he did.

“No, no, I just think I should go home and go to sleep,” you weren’t exactly feeling up for a fun night at this point.

“It’s either you go home and get drunk, cry yourself to sleep, and wake up with a terrible hangover to deal with yourself, or you come over, get drunk with your best friends, watch a shitty movie, and then have a hangover king to walk you home in the morning,” she motioned to Ansel, and she was right, he’d never had a headache after drinking in his life. So, you caved, you drank as much as you could, and woke up in the morning with a terrible headache, per usual, in desperate need of food. You put some of the concealer in your purse and Ansel promised he’d take you out to breakfast.

You were walking down the street with him when you were bombarded by paparazzi, half for you, half for him. They questioned him about his music and movies, and they questioned you about movies and Giselle rumors, you answered politely, ignoring your pounding head from last night. But of course, they had to ask you about him.

“Y/n, you must be pretty upset I assume?” A man asked you, while shoving a camera in your face. You kept a smile, not really knowing where this particular question was going, your journalism skills and instincts both failing to prep you at the same time.

“And why would you think that?” You laughed, not sure why you’d be upset over being the lead in your favorite ballet.

“Well, Timothée has a new girlfriend, thought that might bother you a little bit?” You kept your smile, but gritted your teeth together, walking a little faster as Ansel started to pick up on what was going on, quickening his pace as well. “And why would that bother me?” You turned to make eye contact, testing him.

“C’mon Y/n, everyone knows you and Timothée have a special friendship.” You stopped in your tracks, and the paparazzi stopped with you.

“Jason, is it?” you motioned to the name-tag he had on his black shirt. A name-tag? Tacky, made you sick, “I have a question for you as well. Why am I being asked about a relationship involving two different people, a relationship separate from my life, a relationship that doesn’t involve me, at all? Timothée and I are good friends, nothing more. He and Lily are very happy together as far as I know, and no matter how close I am to Timothée, the ins and outs of his relationship are none of my business.” You gave him one last smile, and kept walking. After a couple steps the press backed off and Ansel playfully nudged your shoulder with his.

“Badass, Y/n, badass,” he nodded as you approached the restaurant you were headed towards.

“Too bad it’s only half true,” your smile faded for a second, before another one came on your face. You let out a loud laugh.

“What? What’s so fucking funny?”

“Kelsey’s gonna slit my throat.” you walked up to the hostess and told her table for two.

The next couple of weeks consisted of two things: training and avoiding Timothée’s calls. You’d become good at it too, not the training, you were always good at that, but at avoiding his calls. It was simple really, you’d let your phone ring, and then there were two options. He’d always leave a voicemail, with something about what he was about to go do, and if it was something you knew he wouldn’t have access to his phone during, you’d call him back a little after, making up some shitty excuse and asking him to call you back later, the other option was to completely ignore the call and return it during an hour he wouldn’t be awake or would be working. And if he got creative and called Z while you were with her, you’d immediately excuse yourself. As for hanging out with him, you’d been able to get around it well, holing yourself up in your apartment when they’d hang out, but of course, to seem alright, you’d comment sweet things on him and Lily’s posts. You were weirdly incredible at this.

It had been a month and a half of this tactic when he called you again. He left a voicemail, saying he was on his way to a photoshoot in a little bit, but wondered if you wanted to get coffee first. You waited until five minutes after the phone stopped ringing to give him a call back. Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up. You let out a sigh of relief as it went to voicemail.

“Hey, T, sorry we keep missing each other, I actually can’t go out right now, I’m not home. Send Lily my love,” there was a knock at the door of your apartment, you made your way over to the door as you ended your message, “I’ll talk to you later, bye.”

You opened the door. It was Timothée, resting in your doorway. He was holding up his phone and he started to play your voicemail. You were shocked, and your eyes clearly reflected it.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” he didn’t look mad, in fact, he didn’t have much of an expression on his face, which was scarier than if he did.

“I...,” he cut you off.

“Can I at least come in?” He put his phone in his pocket, you motioned for him to come in to your apartment. He didn’t sit down, he just looked at you, silently asking you to explain yourself. You looked down at your feet and played with your fingers, not sure what to do with your hands. The silence was deafening, and he knew how much you hated confrontation.

“I...I have been avoiding you,” you broke the unbearable silence.

“No shit, Y/n, but why?” he looked at you, anything you’d say right now would probably just upset him more, “Is it Lily? Did something happen? If you don’t like her you can tell me, because it’s fucking insane that you and Z were able to go out to a friendly little lunch with her, but you can’t even answer my calls.” He was right, you did go out to lunch with them the other day, to be fair you tried to get out of it, but you couldn’t, a rookie mistake.

“Lily’s great, T, she’s really nice” you said quietly.

“But...?”

“That’s the problem, there is no but,”

“Then I don’t get it. What’s the issue? What happened?” He looked worried, worried she did something, but more worried he might’ve done something.

“Timothée, even if our relationship is platonic-”

“If...?” your eyes snapped up, then back to the floor. shit. Your face went red.

“Just um...just let me finish,” you had no idea how you were gonna get yourself out of that one, but he nodded and let you continue, “Can you imagine how much it would hurt her to see you with your arm around me, I still wanna be your best friend, and of course I still want to hang out with you, and I am sorry for avoiding you, but I need you to understand that me avoiding you really shouldn’t be an issue. There is nothing wrong with your girlfriend being your first priority, that’s how it should be, she should be your best friend,”

“Y/n,” he walked towards you, but you backed up until you were far enough away from him to not trip over your words. You raised up your hands, and he stopped in his tracks.

“...and I’m not trying to tell you how to have a relationship, but I know how it feels to see the one guy you wanna be with around another girl. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I was making her feel that same feeling, because really T, she’s the person your arm should be around, no matter how touchy of people we are or how little touchy she might be, you should be holding her at night, not me.” You looked up, realizing you hadn’t really looked at him this whole time, well you did, look, but you hadn’t noticed. Noticed what he was wearing: a white t-shirt and black jeans, something you’ve seen him in a million times, but never seized to create butterflies in your stomach, but what you really noticed, was his smile, nor the fact that he was, smiling. Standing there smiling with his hands in his pockets. He was giving you a look. You thought you knew all his looks, but this one was different. He was smiling, but not his normal, cute, sweet, smile. It was more of a “you have no idea what I’m thinking” smile.

“We broke up.” Three words, the last three words you could’ve possibly imagined coming out of his mouth, your eyes widened in reaction.

“You what?” Your jaw was basically on the ground.

“I went over to her apartment, all ready to break up with her, and then before I got the chance,” he was still walking towards you, backing you up even more, “she told me she got offered a huge eighteen-month modeling gig in Bay of Kotor,” he started to walk towards you, you got the urge to back up, but you were, figuratively and literally, up against a wall, “that’s in Montenegro, a country in south-eastern Europe, but anyway she told me if she was staying in New York it would be a different story, but she doesn’t do long distance. Then she said something about a connection not really being there, which I agree with,” his body was only inches away from you now, “but like you said, that’s the problem, I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong with her, because you’re right: she was great. And then, while you were busy avoiding my calls, it came to me...”

“What, um,” you swallowed, trying to force down the lump in your throat as you struggled to get words out. His face was so close, just like the night you fell asleep on his chest in Paris. When you woke you found yourself looking into his eyes, and all you wanted to do was close the space between your lips, “What came to you?”

“The problem was that,” he pulled a piece of your hair out of your face, “she’s not you,” you couldn’t believe his words. He rested the piece of hair behind your ear so he could place his hand on your jaw, causing you to take in a deep breath, “Détends-toi,” (relax) he looked into your eyes, then your lips once again before finally closing the gap between yours and his. You melted into the kiss as all the emotions you’d had since the night you met him at the premiere came back, making you wish you kissed him the second you met him. His lips were soft, just like you’d imagined so many times, except now you didn’t have to push the feeling away, it was right in front of you, and it wasn’t going anywhere. He placed his other hand on your waist as his tongue swiped over your lower lip, silently asking for entrance. You obliged, letting your hands fall along his neck, one hand running your fingers through his soft curls. The wall he had you pressed up against was cold, but luckily both of your bodies were radiating heat. He was a good kisser, you knew he’d be a good kisser. You’d seen Call Me By Your Name and you’d seen Hot Summer Nights, but it was different in the way he was gentle, so delicate as if he might break you, but still firm enough to make your knees weaken. He came up for air, resting his hand on your waist to meet the other one, placing his forehead against yours, pausing for a second to take in what just happened. A year of disregarded emotion pressed into one moment. You could feel his breath on your swollen lips, opening your eyes to meet his. You had the biggest smile possible plastered on your face, letting out a little laugh.

“What?” He laughed with you, smiling just as big as you were.

“It took you a year and a girl to realize how I felt about you? You’re supposed to be smart, T,”

“Shut up,” he smiled into another kiss, pulling you up against him once again. You felt his phone ring against your hip, but he ignored it.

“You should probably get that.” You pulled away.

“Nope, not important,” he said between kisses, you pulled away again, urging him to at least check who it was. He reached in his pocket pulling it out, “it’s Celine,” he sighed, then checked the time, “probably because I am going to be late for my photoshoot.” You leaned up off the wall and starting walking him to the door as he gave you another quick kiss, “I’m calling you the second we get done,” he whispered up against your lips, your face broke out into another smile.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe I’ll pick up this time, get out of here,” He rolled his eyes as you shut the door. You leaned up against it and slid down the doorframe.

Then you dialed Z’s number in your phone, she picked up almost instantly, “You aren’t going to believe what just happened.”

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1020

October 20

I do not recall how I managed to return home. Steven’s last words never stopped ringing in my ears up to the point I reached the front door of my aunt’s house.

My worst fear just came true. Steven’s memories about me were gone. He could not remember the entire days from the point I met him up to my last meeting with him. It was like...how should I say...a large part of the film in his brain was clearly cut off.

And this was all because I drew a random guy whom I wished to be friends with.

I couldn’t dare to see Mr. Francis, who was hospitalized in the same building. He would display a similar behavior, which he did not deserve to get. I was certain he would no longer have any idea about the contract he made with the company but figure out why he was suddenly lying on the hospital bed instead.

Have I been too selfish? Should I have stopped the moment I wanted someone to stay by my side? Or the moment I wanted Steven, Mr. Francis and many more to be happy?

Could there have been another way? No...That could have been more difficult to achieve.

Because reality is harsh...for people like us.

If only...if only...those drawings were kept in a safer place...none of this would have happened…

I shook my head to get rid of a flood of negative thoughts pouring into my mind. I turned the knob and opened the door, pretending that nothing serious happened to me.

However, two people I did not expect to see at my aunt’s house so soon were standing in the living room: my parents. They turned to me with cold eyes, speaking with low tones that I should sit down for a while to have a bit of a talk. I did as they said quietly, but I was not able to control my anxiety. Their low voices have meant that there was trouble in our family, and it has always been a really, really serious matter.

I asked them what was wrong.

Mother made quick steps towards me and pulled out an envelope from her bag. I received it afterwards and opened it carefully, wondering what their intentions were.

...Sheets of paper. My drawings. All wet and crumpled from the storm.

I almost dropped them as soon as I saw their contents. Wait, if they were inside Mother’s bag, that means…

“Dear, please explain to us,” Father finally opened his mouth, “what are they for?”

October 23

Mother and Father explained to me how they found my drawings briefly. They were cleaning rooms in our house which turned into a mess after the great storm. When it was time to go to the storage room, they noticed a piece of paper was stuck out from one of the boxes in the corner. That is where they found all the work I have done for the past several days.

If it was another family with a different ability, they would not have raised any suspicion towards some random doodles. However, we are a family of Visualizers, whose drawings can come to life, no matter how long our effects last. It was one thing for them to draw strangers on numerous pages. When they compared them with recent news that were continuously featured in various media platforms, they were certain that our family ability was involved in them. There were too many links to be considered as a coincidence.

That is why I had to tell them the truth. Every single bit of it from its purpose to my true feelings. When I finished my explanation, my parents did not say anything, and relaxed their faces a little, but they still had discomfort in their emotions. In fact, they did not know how to respond to the result I made. Never have they seen the Visualizing ability work in such a wide, impactful field before, nor have they ever thought it was possible.

The silence continued until dinnertime. When I finished my supper, my parents beckoned me to come to the backyard. There, I saw that they gathered all the sheets of ruined drawings as well as notebooks with my previous doodles into one area, on top of logs exactly. Before I could ask what this was all about, Father questioned me if every one of them was old enough that my ability’s effect had worn off. I answered yes.

“Good,” he simply replied.

Then with no time for me to react, Father threw a lit match to the sheets in the blink of an eye. The fire instantly grew larger and devoured all the hard work and dedication I put in throughout months.

I barely remember what I screamed towards my parents. Maybe a curse...maybe a cry…

But despite my rage, my parents were unusually calm as steel. When I was about to get exhausted after the sudden explosion, Mother held my shoulders firmly and called my name several times to calm me down.

“You could have got yourself into trouble,” she said, “if we did not do this.”

I slowly looked up to see her sad, but determined face.

“We know it’s an awful thing, and we are so sorry...but we do not want to allow any more misfortune to come to our family,” added Father.

“But it’s not too late yet. Now that the evidence is destroyed, others won’t get suspicious of us. After all, our ability is not that obvious to be identified,” Mother replied.

I was utterly dumbfounded by their actions. A great amount of anxiety in their voices...Making a difficult choice of burning their daughter’s passion into ashes… How much worse can the consequence of my action grow?

“Dear...when does your winter break start?” Father asked all of a sudden.

“D-December…” I stuttered.

“That will be it. We can look for your new school in that period.”

“What?! Y-You want me to transfer to another place?”

“Our whole family has to start anew. Now, you must be aware of how crucial your mistake is.”

Mistake...What I did to make myself proud...make my ability proud...and make my family proud...They saw it as nothing but a mistake…

I understand their feelings… but why does my heart ache so much?

“This is the only choice we have. When you go there, do not mention any detail about your ability. Be vague in a way it is not understandable,”

I listened to my parents thoroughly, with each of their words pushing me deeper into despair.

“And remember,” Mother concluded, “live quietly.”

November 1

I have never noticed that weeks have already passed after I last noted my parents’ resolution for my ability’s severe effect. If ever someone is reading this entry, I sincerely apologize for the enormous skip in timeline.

The thing is...my family has been extremely busy since that fateful day. We have been looking for a new village to live in, together with the school my sister and I should transfer to. Of course, it was no easy task. We had to read every booklet and newspaper we could grab and visit that place before making a final decision. What’s more, from time to time, we had to pack up necessary stuff in advance and throw away any item which would be bothersome for transportation.

But the most critical reason was that due to a fear of leaving evidence related to the incident in my hometown, I was hesitant to write any more entries.

Until we have decided where to go at last.

My family agreed for one last time to pretend to be a family with no extraordinary ability. We are not worth any attention. While my parents attempt to look for any business they can start to earn a living, my sister and I will go to a small school with few students and graduate there. After all, it is a piece of cake to get a good score in such a quiet and unpopular school, so it also solves the problem of applying for a college in the future. It may look like my family was able to jump over a huge obstacle.

Except that my passion towards my ability remained intact.

Even though I knew it was my fault entirely for the tragedy to take place, I could never forget the significant change of emotions of the people I helped beforehand. How long have they possibly wanted those moments of recognition to happen? Can a person be certain that they will come to them one more time? No one knows exactly when one can fulfill his dream.

That’s right. Look at a brighter side. If my drawings can be ruined easily, that would also mean a method to preserve them can also be easy. As long as there is no single drop of water on a sheet, the effect will last forever, and that would be advantageous for me to support more unlucky people in need of help.

And as soon as we finish settling down in our new home, I can try to investigate how I can safely and efficiently activate my Visualization. Maybe I can start with how I can complete my work faster. I can also examine why the term for my family ability’s effect has been different depending on members and generations. I remember no one has figured it out, and I doubt my parents would do so since they already lost trust in our family ability.

I am going to be the one to fix the mistake...even if it means I would have to do it secretly.

I hope I succeed if my chance comes some day. Then my parents would understand me. My sister would trust me again. Our whole family would afterwards have happiness restored, just like the people who can be joyful with my illustrations.

So for now, I will focus on education and achievement of my goals. If time allows me to write again, I will record what I have seen, heard or kept in mind here.

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To note down your experience is to remember what you felt at that very moment.

- K. D. Leighton -

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Oceans

You’ve been Tom’s best friend for years, but the night before he leaves, that all changes and leaves you wondering whether you’ll ever find your way back to each other. Loosely based off of Oceans by Seafret.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader (friends to lovers)

Word count: 4,200

A/N: This is a little different from what I usually write, and it’s not a request, but I hope you like reading it!

Your relationship with Tom was far from normal from the moment you met him. You’d moved to the UK to go to college, since it was cheaper and you eventually wanted to live there, and for the first semester you’d lived on the campus housing. And then you met Tom and Harrison at a bar, who said they had an extra room, and three days later you were moving in.

Tom had been your best friend since then. Your absolute best friend. You loved the same movies, music, video games, you both loved golfing and hiking and being outdoors. You did as much as you could together, and you lived with him for three happy years. You graduated and got a job in London, so you stayed, and you’d gotten used to just dog-sitting and house-sitting while Tom and Harrison and his brothers were off filming.

You were used to him leaving. That didn’t mean you liked it, because you definitely didn’t. You loved having the boys around, especially your best friend, and when they were gone your life felt empty. You had come to the decision that you liked Tom, more than you should. Your heart fluttered every time he was around. You turned into a giggly little girl whenever he touched you.

You loved how hard he worked. You loved the way he was with his dog. You loved the way he was always patient and kind and looking out for everyone with no regard for himself. You loved the charity work he did and that he genuinely wanted to make other people’s lives better. And you loved how much he loved his job. You loved him, and you were hopeless in it. So when he said he was leaving for three months, your heart felt heavy. He promised he would call you and FaceTime you and text you all the time, and you were sure he would. But you were going to miss him, even if it was just because you were selfish and you wanted him around.

You didn’t quite know how you ended up in the situation you were in. You and Tom had been playing Call of Duty together when you ended up throwing your controller down, playfully angry, and you’d ended up wrestling each other on the couch. And then, without a conversation about what it could mean, he’d kissed you.

He’d kissed you.

He did it first. You kissed him back, though, and in a few minutes you were sitting in the darkness of the living room with the only light from the paused game that had gone back to the menu. You were straddling Tom’s thighs, and one of his hands was splayed across the back of your thigh, tips of his fingers underneath your shorts. His other hand was at your waist, dragging you back and forth on his lap. Your hands were on his shoulders, and it was hot. It was heavy. He was making you whine and whimper and all you were doing was kissing each other. You didn’t know how long you were there, but it was long enough that the TV shut off. And finally you’d pulled away from him, just to breathe, and Tom’s face paled.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered. “That was a mistake.” He didn’t seem like he regretted it, especially not while you were doing it, because he was hard as hell below you and you could feel it as you sat there, hands on his shoulders. When he said that you shouldn’t have done that, you thought that he meant it was a mistake. That he had done something he didn’t want to do, that you’d made him do something he didn’t want to do.

“You…” You felt tears prick your eyes like thorns, falling down your cheeks in defiance. You had given yourself away. He knew now that you liked him, that you were willing to do anything for him, and now you knew he didn’t feel the same way. He felt like it was a mistake. Like you were a mistake. Like every single second together…

“Y/N, listen,” he started to say. He grabbed at the old t-shirt you’d tucked into your shorts, trying to keep you there, but all it did was un-tuck it. You put a shaky leg down on the ground and then the other. Tom tried to grab you and you wrestled him off. And then you walked up the stairs to your room, shut the door, and cried.

You tried to be quiet with it because Harrison’s room was on the other side of your wall. You fought to stay silent with your tears and it came out as squeaks and an occasional gasp and you heard footsteps at your door. They were there for a minute or two, thinking of whether to knock or not, and then they moved on. You knew it was Tom because his door shut next. Did you mean that little to him that he wasn’t even going to talk to you about it? That he was just going to let you think that he didn’t want you? Yeah. Because he probably didn’t, you thought.

The battle between your head and your heart ended eventually and you were too tired to even change out of your clothes. You just laid there in your made bed, a throw blanket on top of you, and popped one of the sleeping pills you needed when you were alone.

You woke up when the sun was rising. You’d missed saying goodbye to Tom, and probably for good reason. Normally he’d wake you up and say a sweet goodbye, kiss the top of your head, and tell you that he couldn’t wait to get up to bullshit when he got back. Instead your door was open, your light had been turned off, and there was a note written with one of your work pens on your nightstand on top of your phone. You’d left your phone downstairs, you realized.

We need to talk when I get back, don’t we? Airbnb is 423 Leighton Street, 44135. We have an extra room. I’ll miss you every minute. X Tommy :)

You sat up, reading over the note several times. He wanted you to come visit him, or he wouldn’t have left the address. But he said you needed to talk, too, and you knew what that meant. You knew that meant that he wanted to let you down easy and tell you that he valued your friendship or whatever, but that all it was ever going to be was a friendship. And he mentioned an extra room, which he wouldn’t unless he didn’t want you with him. You’d shared rooms and beds multiple times before and he’d always held you so close that it made you wonder if he wanted something more. But you guessed he didn’t. Or he would’ve said something. And now there was a fucking ocean between you and you didn’t have the strength to close the distance.

You sat up and went downstairs to feed the dog, looking around at the empty house. Tom had picked up the living room the night before, including the area where you’d made your mistake. You cut up some fruit and made some eggs and went up to your room to start work. Eventually one of Tom’s brothers was home, but you didn’t go out to greet him. You stayed in your room, burying yourself in your work so you wouldn’t have to think about it.

Eventually they must have gotten off of their flight because you got a slew of snapchats in from Harrison, all of them about Tom. And then he’d texted you, asking what had happened the night before because Tom was acting weird whenever Harrison mentioned you. You just avoided the conversation at all costs, even if it seemed weird. Maybe Tom would give in and tell Harrison and then Harrison would tell you.

You got a text from Tom a few days later, just a meme, and against your better judgement you responded with the laughing emoji and another meme you’d been saving in your camera roll. He acted like nothing happened, and so did you. Your friends chided you for being stupid enough to go along with it instead of being the adult and initiating the conversation, but you couldn’t face it. You refused to face the fact that Tom didn’t want you the way you wanted him.

Things were absolutely miserable for the first month. The entire first month. You tried to distract yourself by taking Tessa on extra long walks, going to the pub with your girlfriends, and playing the Sims when you weren’t working. You managed to forget about Tom until he’d send you a text or a snapchat. Until he’d post something on his Instagram story of his voice or the way he’d been working out.

It was dumb to be crying over a stupid video, but you cried. You cried because your best friend’s voice, you missed his hugs, you missed hanging out with him all the time. You missed what you had before you made the mistake. You even missed the misery of not knowing how he felt. Two of the three months passed and your mental health had spiraled from being alone. Harrison knew that and he wondered why it wasn’t Tom checking in on you, but he’d FaceTime you until all hours of the night and call you if he knew you were walking alone, and he would often tell you how much he loved you because he thought you needed it. And you did.

“Just come visit for a weekend, please!” Harrison begged you on the phone. “I literally will pay for your ticket. I miss you! Tom misses you, he barely ever shuts up about how much he misses you.”

“Yeah, and about the fucking ‘mistake’ we made, has he told you about that?” You replied. He sighed.

“No. But I thought something must’ve happened because he was upset the whole plane ride over.”

“He kissed me, Harrison. Or I kissed him. And we all but had our clothes off before he pulled away from me and said it was a mistake. And I all but told him that I’m stupidly in love with him. And that’s why things are so weird. Because he doesn’t want me like I want him.”

“Yes, he does,” Harrison insisted.

“No, he doesn’t!” You were so angry that you were about to cry. “He doesn’t. Not like I want him. I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. You’re not stupid and I know Tom doesn’t think it was a mistake, at least not what you think he means.” You sighed.

“I still don’t know. The look on his face, it was like he hated me. It was like he didn’t want me around.”

“He does. And I do. Just come hang out with me. Please? We can rent a car and go see your family if you want, too. The twins already said they’d watch Tessa.” You sighed.

“Fine. I’ll send you a flight plan. Just… don’t tell Tom. I don’t want him to try and tell me not to come.”

“Okay. Just know you’re being ridiculous about this.” You shut the phone off and bought a flight like Harrison told you to do, sending him the plan. You took your next few days of work off, promising you’d send your project in before the due date because you were ahead anyway. And then you packed your suitcase, grabbed your passport, and left the house.

You updated Harrison as you got on the plane and opened the entertainment center to see that of course one of the free in-flight movies was one of the movies that Tom was in. You scrolled past it, not wanting to even think about it, and started watching the few free episodes of TV shows that were on there. Nobody texted you, thankfully, except for Harrison and your parents to confirm that your plane was still in the air and not hijacked.

The plane landed and you plugged in the address to the Airbnb they were staying at. Luckily they had just left for set so you had most of the day to yourself. Harrison was going to make an excuse to come back around lunch to hang out with you, so until then you were left on your own. Harrison had neglected to tell you which room was yours, so you had to wander around and find it. The first room was obviously his, since his stuff was strewn everywhere, but then you looked at the next room. You dropped your bags when you saw what was on the nightstand.

It was a picture that you thought Tom would’ve left in London, since he didn’t have a picture of anyone else in his room. Not even his family. It was a picture of the two of you when you’d gone to Disney World with everyone. The two of you were just smiling beside one another, his arm behind you as you leaned against one of the fences in Animal Kingdom. That had been one of your favorite days, ever, and one of the days that helped you realize that you were in love with him. You couldn’t understand why there was a picture of you in there but nobody else, but it made you feel even worse. Why would he have a picture of you if you were such a mistake?

“Fuck you, Tom,” you muttered out loud. You turned from the room and found the guest room, settling in and taking a nap until your phone rang. It was Harrison, telling you to meet him at a certain restaurant.

He got there before you did, and when you did he hugged you just as tightly as you always had. You carried on a normal conversation, but you knew he was going to ask you about Tom sooner or later. You decided to ask him first.

“Why does he have a picture of me by his bed?” You asked Harrison. He sighed, putting down the napkin he was holding.

“Because you’re his favorite person. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Y/N. He loves you. I don’t know what’s going on in his head, but he needs to get over it.”

“Or maybe I need to get over it. He obviously doesn’t want to talk about it and he just wants to forget about it, so maybe I should too.” You hung your shoulders a little, sitting back, and refused to look at Harrison. Maybe he thought you were right.

“I think he’s just scared. Because everything will change, Y/N. And if it were me, I wouldn’t want anything to change because I wouldn’t want to lose you.”

“But he did. He is. He’s losing me because he pushed me away.”

“I don’t know why he pushed you away, but I think it was a mistake. I think it was a mistake and he’s going to understand that as soon as he sees you.” You looked down, your eyes tearing up. You understood what he was saying and he made a good point. Harrison was the best advice-giver you’d ever met in your life, and he was right. The whole reason you were so scared of what Tom would say to you was because you didn’t want to lose him.

You would miss his friendship more than anything, and if you had to go your entire life knowing you couldn’t tell him you loved him, you wanted to at least have him some other way. If you couldn’t hold him at night, you could hold him when the two of you were cold. If you couldn’t call him your boyfriend, you could still feel his hand on your back when it was late at night and he wanted to keep you at arm’s length. If you couldn’t have Tom as a lover, you wanted him as a friend. You knew settling was a bad idea, but you were willing to do anything just to have him. You needed to be the source of his smile like you needed air.

“Just go back to the house,” Harrison told you after he paid. He insisted on paying for you. Both he and Tom always tried to pay for you. “And I’ll tell you when we’re coming home. I need to run back to set later tonight anyway, so you two can have some time alone.” You nodded.

“Thanks.” You took an Uber back to the house and cleaned yourself up. You put on some makeup, hoping it would prevent you from crying. You had Gucci mascara, and you were not about to waste it on crying over a boy, no matter how much you loved this boy.

You sat down on the couch and started playing on the game system to pass the time. Eventually Harrison said that Tom was on his way home, so you sat up and waited. And waited. Your leg was shaking the entire coffee table on the hardwood floors, so you popped an anxiety pill even though you had a feeling that it wouldn’t help.

That was another reason you were so upset by everything – Tom had been the most understanding person when it came to talking about your anxiety and depression. He was the person you always came to, and feeling like you couldn’t come to him was making a ton of feelings swim back up to the surface. Feelings you’d tried to push away for so long. Maybe that was why he didn’t want you. Maybe you were too much to deal with. Maybe all of this was just…

The door unlocked and you stood up out of reflex, moving backwards when you saw that it was Tom. His eyes opened wide when he saw you and he had the same look on his face that he did when he told you that it was a mistake. You wanted to hit him back with his own line, especially when you saw the way he was looking at you. He had the same look Tessa did when someone teased her with chicken and didn’t give it to her.

“You said we needed to talk,” you said. It was all you could say. You were convincing yourself not to cry, that you couldn’t ruin the makeup. You crossed your arms across your chest and waited for Tom to say something. He didn’t. He just stood there.

“I…” he finally said, refusing to meet your eyes.

“I knew I shouldn’t have let Harrison talk me into this.” Your heart felt as heavy as it ever had. Just like the night two months ago when Tom said you were a mistake. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Your legs hit the couch and you sat down, burying your face in your hands. You didn’t care about the makeup anymore. You didn’t care about anything.

“Y/N,” Tom said, walking toward you and shutting the door.

“No,” you interrupted. “I want you to listen to me, Tom. You’re the one who kissed me and then told me it was a mistake. You’re the one who left the next day to another country without the guts to tell me you don’t want me to my face. You’re the one who let me wonder for two whole months whether we’re even still friends. You’re the one who did all of this and I don’t understand why you won’t just fucking tell me you don’t want me.” You were yelling by the time you were done, and you weren’t necessarily trying to make him feel bad. You just wanted him to get that he’d been torturing you whether he wanted to or not.

“I’m not gonna tell you that because it’s not true,” he said, almost like it was a question. You stood up and scoffed.

“Tom, just…” You turned on your heels and went into the first room in the house. Tom’s room. And you saw the picture of the two of you and something inside of you broke. You cried harder than you ever remembered crying before. You didn’t know why because you didn’t cry over boys. That wasn’t you. You knew you were a badass and anyone that didn’t want you didn’t deserve you. But Tom just shook something loose inside of you and turned you into putty.

“I did this to you. Didn’t I?” He asked as he walked into the room. You sat down on the bed, trying to calm down.

“Did you not hear anything I said?” You asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I just…”

“I’m a div, I deserve it. When I said this was a mistake, I didn’t mean the kiss. I didn’t mean it with you. I meant that it was a mistake to do that right before I left. The only reason I never did it before was I was afraid you wouldn’t want me because I leave. Because every girl’s told me that they can’t trust me when I leave and I didn’t want to do that to you. I didn’t want to make you worry that I would hurt you, so I didn’t want to chance it.”

“What?”

“I love you,” he muttered, scanning your eyes for any sign of protest or hatred for him. “I love you so much. And I’m so sorry for making it seem like I didn’t.”

“I trust you, Tom. I trust you more than I trust anyone. I’ve been so scared that you didn’t want me.”

“I want you. I want you so bad, Y/N. I was just so scared that I didn’t even think about how you would feel.”

“I feel like shit,” you responded. He chuckled, but he didn’t smile. He sat down beside you.

“Can I hold you for a while? And then we can talk more?” You nodded, wanting his embrace more than anything. He laid down and opened his arms and you crawled into them. He’d gotten stronger over the past couple of months and when he wrapped his arms around you it felt like they were a cage. They were holding you there because he needed you just as much as you needed him and you’d twisted each other’s words. Maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did because you should have seen it coming.

You laid there with him for about an hour or so, maybe longer. You just listened to his steady breathing, in and out, and tried to match it with yours. You pressed an ear against his shirt until you could hear his heart beating and just listened. You’d missed him so much and for a while you weren’t sure you would ever feel him again the way that you were feeling him.

“You still don’t want to be with me, do you?” You asked eventually. It was the first thing anyone had said in a long time.

“I do,” Tom said. “I want to, so badly.”

“Then why can’t we?”

“We can.” You looked up at him. “That kiss was the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N. And I don’t want to go back to whatever we were before. I want you. I want you so bad. I should’ve just told you that and the more I think about it the more I know I should have. I just didn’t want to start something and leave right after because I don’t want that to be a pattern. I don’t want to leave you all the time and I don’t want you to not trust me or feel like I’m trying to get away from you or…”

“That’s your job, Tom, I know that. I won’t blame you for that. I just blame you for fucking leaving me like this.”

“I’m so sorry I did that.”

“I forgive you.” You laid in silence for a few more minutes, and then you sat up a little, wiping the fallen tears and mascara away from your face. In a moment of bravery, you leaned down again. This time the kiss wasn’t a mistake. It was the greatest one you’d ever had. You picked up where you left off and Tom rolled on top of you, grunting a little as he found his way in between your legs.

It felt like hours before you even came up for air. You spent the entire night, just laying there underneath him, as he worshipped your entire body. You were covered in marks that he made, your body ached because of the things he did, and you were screaming out his name even when you knew you weren’t alone in the house anymore. You finally belonged to him, finally. You were drowning in the little bit of ocean left in between the two of you and you were fine with it.

“I love you,” he finally half panted, half whined against your collarbone as he nipped another mark into your skin. “I want you and I always will.”

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You made your choice. It's not to be a mother so....... Congratulations you're free!!!. Your Wish came true.

Yes this is public so people can see.#TRUTH

***See below as im not repeating again and again.***

My side of life.

P.s

Yeah I'll be fine. I always am in the end.

( Heres what needs to be said and has been said so not to repeat myself. From in PMs )

Sad thing is she knows ill forgive her just like I forgave dad and EVERYONE and EVERYTHING else. I care so no one else has to. I'm the one who picked up the pieces of everything but was tormented daily. She wonders why I was the way I was it was due to parenting and fobbing me off to anyone who would take me.

Anne and Bob should of kept me. They couldn't have kids they could of had me though. (neighbours I adopted as grandparents no blood but love ) My father was a shit most of my life my mother was everyones mother bar mine. They kept me quite with gadgets and as long as I went to school fed and watered job done.

Favourite quote was "it's your fault" and dads was "your making me ill"

Christ for someone who knows everyone elses business she never saw what was happening to her own daughter.

29 years im done. Sick of being a leighton.

I said Stockholm syndrome I loved my captives just happened to be the people I called mum and dad....

I still love them both but what I was "known as normal" was not remotely normal.

Eg. I was appendicitis and born 8 months in mum had no clue and I was "hiding" behind her ribs. It's medically impossible.

Not to mention lived in New York every other year from age of 6 months till I was 13. Dad would take me over and over and over mum came ONCE for my 13th.

I have no memories of New York. It's kind of a huge thing and place to have been wiped out of a memory.

Now im clear-minded im having pseudoseizures because my subconscious doesn't want me to remember what happened.

What mother would let a new born or toddler a child that can't speak fly to the other side of the world to only be with men. My dad and my fucked up uncle who sends stuff to "favourite" niece

I've tried so hard to get better and it's not even my family who acknowledged it.

There's so much you don't know.

She used to have me go in the house before her in case dad had killed himself so id find him first from the ages of 7 onwards. When dad past I went behind the curtain first. So I kept the is see him first. On 29th April 2018

I was always on eggshells she would say people die of lack of breath so EVERY NIGHT id check on mum and dad every hour. She would hold her breath to screw with me. Then say im not dead go to bed.

The house was toxic. For once in my life im actually sane.

She is not who you think she is.

If I've lost my mind it's because my environment sucked. I'm finally out. Sober can think clear and don't harm because I don't have to deal with the toxicity that I dealt with ALL my life.

If I told you everything you wouldn't believe me. Which is fine know one does because but it's true.

Always ask why or what causes someone to go off the rails and self destruct. I never felt safe, I was always told I was a mistake and everything was my fault. As long as I kept the family secrets mum was happy.

Dad was toxic. Mum the same. She wants drama so I finally said enough.

When I say mum knows everything I mean she saw it all and NEVER had it stop or put me safe. I can finally talk now dad is gone. I could write every TRUTH down and write a book. People would wonder how the hell did this girl cope and live to tell. I lived because I care about everything and everyone else. But im done now.

I doubt you'd believe me if im honest. My inbox is full of people defending her and my dad. If only they knew. its been a long time coming but im finally speaking out.

I know people don't understand but I don't want to burden with it. If You like my mum and dad id rather I let you keep the illusion. I know it's out there now that's enough.

If you want to see my life keep reading otherwise STOP HERE.

I'm fine and im safe finally. I just needed more as a child than fear of what should of been my safe place a home.

I don't want us to be strangers to the people who read this and thin sarahs lost it.

I don't want to cause a riff, I just couldn't not say it finally. Mum says always go to counselling but I couldn't. I couldn't tell anyone the truth about dad or mum. Or the truth on why I had to have a very intrusive operation due to assault by 3 at Halloween party. Mum now knows that. Dad was arrested for hitting the wrong lad. Dad and mum would have gone down for murder if I spoke out.

On the other hand there was also my home life in general. I was made to stay quiet about having a revolving door of strangers. Huge boozy parties after a night out. Mum and me being treat like muck on a shoe.

A abusive uncle who would have me and my cusion be "kissing cusions" .Every night when I was 15 to 26 I drank took sleeping pills and hid away in my room self destructive harm anything so not to deal.

I look like wolferrines attacked me because of the arguments or threats. Mum couldnt leave the house quick enough. I gave up on a career to care for my dad but I was always looked down on.

****** golden girl. left was I was guilt tripped saying "your still dads girl you won't leave me" while dad would cry. Every night.

Mum swears I was an appendicitis 8 months in term. I'd be handed to anyone and everyone. Every year or every other from birth id end up in america. Mum would say her holidays where when me and dad would leave. From 6 months old id always go back and forth to New York. I couldnt talk yet "apparently" begged to go with dad.

Mum would say after blazing rows im leaving.

Then just walk out the door. I was left with a highly angry father and confused were mum had gone and if she would come back for me. I'd stay up all night waiting. I'd hide crying and scream in a pillow so not to be to loud so dad didn't shout.

I was told my face doesn't fit. My nick name was ferret face or panda. I would hurt my self so not to hurt others. I wanted and trained to be a counsellor so one to understand what I did wrong and two and most importantly to be there for the people who needed support.

I went to rehab to be identified when found so my parents wouldn't have to. If it wasn't for craig I doubt if be here.

Craig saved my life. Mum has always put others before me or ignored it so it didn't exist.

Important in here (ears) none important (over your head)

I was terrified everyday of my life. I loved and do love my parents it's just I can't stay quite any longer.

Money or game consoles chocolate sweets where hush money. Dad would buy crates of spirits and beer and supple my / his pills so I was always foggy minded.

I'm finally sober clean and harm free my mind is the most composed it ever been.

No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

Mum is a star and has a heart of gold to others but from age 7 onwards everyone else came first.

I pride my self on protecting, comforting trying to be there and support everyone, hell even risked my life enough times to save some. because I never had it. No one to fight for me protect me.

I wanted parents love encouragement happy I archived or even tried. But it never came.

Even my graduation was ruined.

I wasn't allowed to get a job they made me be sick and have PTSD mum still to this day loves to make me jump. I have terrifying nightmares.

I'd hear conversations no child should hear because they either didn't notice I was there or care. When ***** killed him self when *** did when dad tried and I was left with a random man being told "your dads took to many sweets"

The same man who later tried it on with me sending dirty pictures or dads other "mates" who would try there luck. I gained a shit ton of weight 21 stone so NO guy would come near me because the strangers who would come to the house used to try and feel me up or perv if door was unlocked as I was a kid.

She saw everything but wouldn't believe it. Or me. I phone our ***** one night years ago because she said I could and she yelled at me because she had work. I was silently screaming for help.

It was only at dads funeral she saw and realised and was so genuinely sorry for not believing me the night I phoned.

I wish every single thing I've said and keep telling was a lie but it's not it's 25/26 years of fear.

I'm 29 now. For the first time in my life im not on eggshells. I have a safe home. I can lock the door and not fear.

I wish these were lies I swear!!!!! I do but there not.

Yet NO ONE will even consider it's the TRUTH.

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