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teecupangel · 9 months

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Desmond miles as hopes older brother! Des as hopes brother! I don't have much due to my painkillers giving me a crash and burn boost, but I can help offer what little info I do think of.

It's very clear hope has had a lady's upbringing and education, Desmond alreadly had "big brother" vibes after his time near ezio's sister and little brother so he gets soft with the pretty menace that is now his sister. He's sadly not fully aware of how bad things would get in their adult lives under Achilles, but with his time as connor he knows things went horrible enough for Achilles to take things more seriously. So he's ready, but not truly ready

Now growing up before and after the death of their bio family then adoption by the german couple who raised them, he helps set hope up to be a better person once tragedy struck once more. Not just in skill, but her morals, right from wrong and her blind loyalty with plea's and warnings falling to deaf ears.

To most he's mildly serious yet calm and laid back, easiest assassin on the homestead to get along with. Most recruits who get to train with him come out sore and tired, but full of pride with a goofy smile. (I love when desmond gets to act like a big brother, he can't help it- shays his brother, liams a brother, the other's are questionable at best)

(It alsi really got to me in shay's game that hope of all people didn't listen, she seems so smart and clever! Hell she IS smart and clever)

Wanna make it more tragic?

How about when they lost their parents they were separated due to their parents’ actions, who had been kind people but may have gotten in with the wrong crowd or might have accumulated too much debt from the wrong people.

Desmond, being the older of the two, promised to find Hope and told her to wait for him. Hope is left with nothing else to do but believe in her brother and she’s taken away to an orphanage while Desmond is left to ‘pay the debt’.

Hope is adopted and her adoptive parents love her but she still remembered the warmth of her brother’s hand on the top of her head, could still remember the kind smile he always had even when Hope annoyed him.

So she believed him.

She believed him and kept on waiting for him.

Then her adoptive father was killed and she and her adoptive mother were thrown out of their own home.

It’s during the time she tried to steal for medicine to save her ailing adoptive mother that he finally found her.

It’s a bittersweet reunion as she had waited for this moment for so long but she had imagined their reunion to be a sweet one. Where he would appear on their doorsteps and would embrace her tightly…

Where her adoptive parents would welcome him to their home, her adoptive mother cooking for him and her adoptive father teaching him their family business…

Not in this dank alleyway with his hand gripping her arm tightly, the surprise clear in his eyes.

Like he didn’t expect to see her here.

Like this had all been a coincidence.

She had half a mind to push him and run away.

To ask why he had taken so long to find her…

Yet…

“Patricia?”

Just one word.

A name she had not heard for a long time.

Spoken in a much deeper voice than she had grown up hearing.

Spoken with such…

Hope.

Her body moved before she could stop herself.

His hands held her like they’ve always had.

His embrace was just as warm as she remembered…

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With Desmond’s help, Hope’s adoptive mother didn’t die.

Desmond had been ‘paying’ their parents debt for years by singlehandedly destroying their group. It took some time as they were all scums who had enough money to pay for decent security and Desmond had no allies or informants of his own so he had to do all the information gathering on his own (aka: the Altaïr way)

During this time, Desmond had also amassed a… following as some of the people he took out had really had sidegigs.

So, yeah, while Hope had been growing up in a safe loving home, Desmond had been ‘unintentionally’ creating his own small gang.

Hope joins the gang, of course, and it’s actually less of a gang and more of a lite Brotherhood that focused more on information gathering and causing distractions for Desmond.

Desmond isn't Desmond's biological name but the name he went with while doing his 'sidegigs'. Only Hope and Desmond know each other's biological names and they only use it when they're alone.

Desmond actually didn’t want to train Hope to be an Assassin like him because he will always see her as his that little kid who would cry for her brother whenever she tripped. Then he realized how his feelings were the same as the ones Ezio had felt about Claudia and knew that he can’t stop her. All he can do is guide her and make sure she grew up to be strong enough.

Hope's first Assassination mission was to hunt down the men who used to be her adoptive father's business partners.

So when Achilles finally finds them, they’re pretty much Assassins by their own rights and he had heard rumors of them and the immense network they held in the colonies. That was what Achilles was after.

Desmond has no reason not to join Achilles. He only heard a bit from Ratonhnhaké:ton’s memories of what happened and Achilles had been cagey, after all, only saying that the Colonial Brotherhood fell into a Templar ‘trap’.

But… Desmond has no reason to see Achilles as a mentor as well so he acts more like an unofficial Assassin (which always left a bitter taste in his mouth), it’s a small price to pay to retain his freedom from the constraints of having to listen to Achilles’ orders.

Desmond usually just visits once in a while and every Assassin in the homestead are immediately swarming him, wanting to learn from him and ask for his advice. He’s friendly to everyone and acts like a big brother to them (especially as Achilles’ recruits are usually younger than Desmond).

Hope and Shay have a more rivalry-type relationship because Desmond told Hope that Shay had potential which Hope took as a declaration of war for her brother’s attention. Shay thinks Hope is just a very… ‘aggressive’ woman.

Liam thinks Shay is dumb for not realizing that Hope only acts like that to him. Everyone has heard of Hope, Desmond’s sister and first apprentice. Among their group, she’s one of the few to actually be on the same level as an Assassin and she’s as cunning and smart as one can get. She’s also usually nice and polite and her treatment of Shay makes Liam mistakes it as… Hope having feelings for Shay!

Desmond knows Hope is acting out because she has abandonment issues but, at the same time, her rivalry with Shay was helping the two of them grow so… he’s not going to do anything other than remind Hope that she’s his own and only sister and nothing will ever change that.

Desmond is close to Achilles’ apprentices and acts like a secondary mentor + older brother to them all. Since he’s older than them (physically and thanks to the Bleeding Effect + his reincarnation bs), he tends to treat them as young ‘kids’.

Up to you if Desmond’s presence have an effect and saves Achilles’ wife and son.

#so hope wasn’t her biological name #but we have no info of what her first name was #so I just went with the name of her voice actress #basically desmond hijacked canon!hope’s original task #and made his own information guild #he didn’t join with the colonial assassins for now #because of one reason: haytham kenway #ngl #hope will probably end up as ratonhnhaké:ton’s ‘sister’ at this point XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #hope jensen #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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treason-and-plot · 2 years

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“Excuse me, Saffy. Is the seat next to you taken?”

Anita’s head swivels in response to the deep, sonorous voice, as does Saffron’s. The voice belongs to Connor Brownlee, who is also in his final year at the school and in Saffron’s Economics class. He is an intense and serious and good-looking young man with an aura of entitlement and self-importance. As far as Saffron is aware he isn’t dating anyone, and there are many in her year who would consider him a catch, particularly as his father is the CEO of a big accounting firm. Apparently Anita also shares this point of view, despite only being able to see his back.

“Nobody’s sitting there, dear,” she says to Connor, before Saffron has time to reply. “You’re welcome to take it.”

“Yeah, you can sit there if you like,” says Saffron to Connor, narrowing her eyes at Anita.

“Thank you,” says Connor, sliding past her to sit in the vacant chair. His legs brush her knees. He smells expensive.

“Aren’t your parents coming tonight?” Saffron asks him.

“No,” he says, hunching his shoulders. Saffron tries to think of some other topic of conversation. She has no interest in Connor Brownlee nor his opinions about anything but she thinks it might be fun to try and make Liam jealous. But then her former bestie and step-sister Sybilla arrives with her boyfriend Josh.

“Hey, Saff!” says Sybilla. She lets her eyes linger on Connor. “Hi Connor! Oh my God, is there something I don’t know?”

“What you don’t know would fill twenty Olympic sized swimming pools, Syb,” says Saffron.

“I meant going on between you two,” Sybilla says. Saffron rolls her eyes. Connor is staring with an expression of deep concentration at his phone. “Fine,” says Sybilla, taking the hint. She turns around and sees Anita. “Hi Anita!”

“Hi Sybilla,” says Anita. “How are you?”

“Good. Where’s the baby?”

“We left her at home with Brutus,” says Saffron. “Brutus is great with babies. Joël’s even trained him to change her nappies. Haven’t you, Joël?”

This causes Sybilla to dissolve into giggles.

“Where’s Dad and Mireille?” Saffron asks her.

“Harry had to rush to the bathroom because awards nights always make him super nervous, if you know what I mean,”says Sybilla. She glances towards the door. “Oh, here they are!”

“Yay!” says Anita, flexing her fingers in her lap.

#Saffron #Anita #Sybilla #back to Bridgeport #5 years later #ts3 #sims 3 story #connor #Josh

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28whitepeonies · 9 months

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„I think there have been plenty of men we've seen Louis appear to be attracted to over the years that aren't Harry.“

Can you give an example of this? I don’t really know what men you are referring to here.

„I also disagree about his use of queer symbols, I can't really think of any that I would say were specifically bisexual but if you want to come back with an example you can. Some of the key choices that have engaged with queer history as it relates to gay men for me have been his use of Polari and his choice to work with Polari and the pink triangle in the Just Like You mv.“

Personally, I feel like people in this fandom put too much meaning into these things. Louis wearing a polari shirt is something that comes down to the clothing choices of his stylist. She also put kit Connor into Louis 28 jumper, recently. I definitely think there’s room and reason for debate about this but I feel like you feel too certain about this event being evidence of Louis actively using queer symbols when we don’t actually know how much say or knowledge Louis had in these clothing choices. I yet have to see evidence of him being educated about queer history or queer brands. The whole photoshoot was in collaboration with the magazine highsnobiety and not with the brand polari itself which I think is also important to mention in this context which you didn’t. I don’t mean that these circumstances belittle the significance behind the fact that Louis wore a polari shirt. I’m just bothered by how this whole event is framed in this fandom for the most part.

I watched the just like you mv and I didn’t see a pink triangle in there. You were probably talking about the miss you video. And I think this might be reasonable to take as a queer symbol. I think it’s just as reasonable to not do that. There are also blue circles in the video. What do they mean? Do they have a meaning too? I just think we sometimes attach certain meaning to certain things and take it literal when we don’t know what the directors thought behind those setting choice was. Or if Louis himself wanted to have pink triangles in there as a symbol of his queerness. We don’t know if he’s even aware of these things. If Liam puts pink triangles in his mv (which he did in the stack it up video) what do you make of that?

„The lyrics to Home were a big thing for me back in the day, and you might remember one of the early Sugarscape interviews where Louis was asked about his first crush and he said *Emma Watson, because we went to see the first Harry Potter in Year 6 and literally all the lads fancied Hermione Granger so Hermione it's you. He then used Emma Watson as the answer to that celeb crush question when he got it for years.“

I absolutely agree with all of this. To me the song home always seemed like a full confession and I don't know how anyone could read the lyrics as anything else than Igbt related. The Emma Watson comment also kind of represents the typical queer experience of young people who are in the process of self discovery, for sure. So those two events are definitely reason for me to believe that Louis is somewhere on the spectrum of the Igbt community.

What I didn't understand is why you seemed to be so railed up about the suggestion that louis might be bisexual. He absolutely might! I personally wouldn't put that out of the question because I have seen evidence of him being attracted to woman for example the footage of him and Briana in 2015 making out in a club. I also think that he was attracted to Eleanor. I know you look at these things through different lenses and I respect that. I just think there's definitely reason to believe he's attracted to more than just men. I don’t want to argue about this at all, I was just confused as to why you were getting so annoyed about the idea of it.

I’m a bit confused, I’m not annoyed by folks thinking/discussing Louis might be bisexual and I don’t think I have that impression in any of my responses. I said I read Louis as gay because I do. also said as I often say, that I could be wrong about what I think. Of course Louis could be bisexual, I just don’t think he is.

I do, however, disagree with you vehemently on the significance of Louis wearing Polari and it’s not about ‘wearing a polo shirt’. It’s got a lot to do with the caption Louis chose on this picture, ‘chavvy’ is a Polari word. Both it and the term ‘chav’ have Romani origins, but ‘chavvy’ is a Polari word which he used while wearing a T-shirt that reads Ferricadooza, another Polari word that this time comes from Italian.

Now I don’t think Louis is a moron and I don’t think he’s ignorant about queer history, but a ten second google will tell you about Polari, and I think Louis knows a lot more than that. There are class implications here too and I think it’s a way of expressing himself using a secret queer language that was often used by travelling performers and I think that’s amazing.

I was talking about the Miss You video you’re right, that was a typo on my part, I meant to stick a line in about how those two MV’s engaged with queerness with the cuttings in Just Like You.

I’m sorry if I’ve given you the impression that I think everything means something, that would be ridiculous, I think an inverted pink triangle in a music video of a man who had recently worn polari and tattooed a triangle on his body is not far fetched. In 2017 I think Louis engaged quite heavily with queer culture in a specific way.

I’m not interested in converting you to my way of thinking, you (and others) have asked what I thought and I have told you.

Probably what I find most disagreeable about your ask is that you think Louis is queer, and you know a bit about queer history but you think that fans are putting too much weight on pink triangles and polari and I obviously don’t feel the same.

#anon

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thefanpov · 1 year

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Jason(20 years old) sitting on the table with his Phone and Coffee: "Ugh..."

Damian(17 years old): What are you doing?"

Jason(20 years old): "Been so long with out them... mom... Luna..."

Damian(17 years old): "..."

Jason(20 years old): "Luna's account is still in my contact in 8 years... and she is still missing..."

Damian(17 years old): "I ain't losing hope finding my sister..."

Jason (20 years old) who chatted her missing or dead sister in his contact saying, :: Hey, hiw are you feeling know? ::,,:: R.I.P Sister::,,:: Rest In Peace:: and he sent it...

MEANWHILE

Liam(6 years old) who playing games from his mother's phone and seen a recent message: "Huh?, Mama! There is a recent message from your phone!"

Luna(16 years old): "Give it to me dear!"

Liam(6 years old) gived the phone to Luna: Boba!!! Let's play outside! I'am bored!!!" Liam running upstairs to pull out his brother out of their room...

Lucid(22 years old): "I'am home- Hello Darling, what's are you doing?"

Luna(16years old): "This man... my god..."

Lucid(22 years old) look over to her phone to see the chat: "Aren't you going to reply?"

Luna(16 years old) kissed him in the cheeks: "Yup, I'll reply him, the kids are waiting you upstairs..."

Lucid(22 years old) who kissed back: "Alright, see you later Darling..." Goes upstairs to see his kids..."

MEANWHILE WITH JASON

Jason(20 years old) sipping in his coffee while watching the whole fam about 1 hours 39 minutes and 46 seconds like Tim, Damian fighting over something as usual, Dick giving some few advice to Duke, Cass scrolling through her phone, Stephie and Babs chit-chatting, Bruce and Clark trying to stop the fight between Tim and Damian, as Jon in the middle of the fight: "Hmn, noting change-" received a message, look over it and chocked from his coffee...

Luna- :: It So Cold Down Here~ ::

MEANWHILE NO. 3

Elijhai(18 years old) sees Luna with a deep smile: "Uh... Lucid... is Luna okay?, she seems smiling silently..."

Lucid(22 years old) glanced over to Luna: "Ah- she chatted one of his adoptive brothers..."

Elijhai(18 years old): "Which one?"

Lucid(22 years old) Making paper plane with his kids: The that might hate me cause I made some babies with his sister..."

Elijhai(18 years old) Confuse as fuck: "..."

Lucid(22 years old) Flew the Paper Plane as Liam Chases it: "The one doesn't trusted me over Luna..."

Elijhou(18 years old) Comes in through the window: "It's neither Damian, Jason, Bruce, Tim, Dick, Jon, Connor, or Clark ..."

Lucid(22 years old) Plays Uno with Lilac as Liam draw with crayons: "The one who Iyan fucked up with..."

Elijhou&Elijhai(18 years old): "Ah- the one Joker tortured..."

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chaosanswers · 3 years

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Ok so i have an idea (is kinda angsty but you can make it as fluff and sweet as you whant in the end, also you don't need to do it if you don't whant to)

Basically: is was a normal day for our monster boys, untill sudently they hear news that the're s/o was kidnapped! So now they'll do anything to find and bring back s/o and they whon't stop untill s/o is safe in there arms.

A/N: Anon I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK!

"Hey, I'm going out for a bit." "You going to be alright?" He asked. You giggled and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I'm not going to be gone for long silly. I'll see you in a bit ok?" He smiled. "Okay." Then you left. He spent his day like normal, after a while he texted you to see if you were alright. Nothing. “They must be busy.” He thought to himself. As the day went by, he still got no text, not even a call from you. When it got late, he started to worry. He was about to call you until a story on the news came on that someone was kidnapped, you were kidnapped. His heart sunk as he watched the news in shock.

He called his friends, family, and everyone he knew to go looking for you. He even ventured out himself to find you. He spent days, even weeks, not eating, not sleeping. He was determined to find you. He was almost about to give up, but then, there you were. He found you. He fought off you kidnappers and went to your aid to make sure you were alright. "Babe? Honey?" He undid your bindings, and freed you. "Babe? You came for me." "Of course... I.. did.."

Everything went blurry

Everything is fading

He passed out

Dylan

He woke up, and noticed he was back home in bed

"I'm home?... Was it a dream? It felt so real?.."

You walked in with a tray of food in your hands.

Dylan sighed. "It was just a dream.." He mumbled to himself.

You sat down on the bed with him. "It wasn't a dream Dylan."

He looked at you wide eyed and held you close to him.

"I-I missed you so much Y/n! I-I-"

"Shhh, Dylan breathe. I'm right here, and I'm okay, thanks to you." You grabbed the tray and set it front of him

"Eat your food before it gets cold."

He wiped his eyes and started to eat.

You petted his head and smiled

"My puppy."

Liam

Liam woke up in a bed.

"I-I'm back home? B-But, what about Y/n?!"

You walked with something in your arms, and saw that he was awake. You ran and hugged him.

"You're awake! Don't scare me like that!"

He melted into the hug, and started to tear up

"I-I was so scared that I would never-"

"But I'm here, you saved me."

You then grabbed the item you walked in with.

"Your favorite sweater got destroyed when you were looking for me, so I sewed it back up."

He put the sweater to the side and held you close.

"That doesn't matter right now. I'm just happy your safe."

Zayne

Beeping, that's all he heard

He looked around

"A hospital?..."

He heard the door open and he saw you

"Y/n?.."

"Zayne!"

You ran and hugged him and cried into his chest.

"You're awake!"

"What happened? My head hurts like hell.."

"Before you passed out, you had a stab wound, it looked like it was a deep one too, and you lost a lot of blood. So I carried you back to the nearest hospital I could find."

He chuckled a bit an cupped your cheek, wiping your tears

"I'm just happy I didn't loose my greatest treasure

Simon

Simon groaned as he shifted.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was back home.

"W-What?.."

You soon walked through the door.

"Simon!" You ran and hugged him.

"Y-You scared me when you passed out you asshole!"

He held you close and felt himself tearing up.

"Y/n.."

"Don't scare me like that again.. okay?"

"Okay.." You both pulled away and he cupped your face with both of his hands.

"I missed you so much Y/n"

Milo

He heard voices

His head was spinning

He opened his eyes a bit and saw he was in his old room.

"Y/n, he's awake!"

Dad?...

Y/n, they're ok?

"Milo!" You hugged him tight, but he hissed in pain

"Y/n, easy on the hug." His dad said.

He hugged you back weakly.

"I'm so glad you're okay..'

"It was because you protected me Milo."

He then cupped you face.

"I missed you so much.."

Onyx

Voices

That's all he heard.

They were filled with worry and panic

"He's waking up, give him some space!"

"Onyx!"

That voice..

He knows that voice, it was yours

He saw you face, tear stains littered it

"Y-You're awake!"

"Y/n?..."

He hugged you.

You couldn't say anything, you were just overjoyed he was okay.

He started to tear up himself

"I missed you so much.."

Nathan

He smelled blood

It was intoxicating and....sweet?..

It was you blood!

He opened his eyes and shot up.

"Nathan! Nathan, it's okay!"

There you were, sitting next to him on the bed

He gazed at the small cut on your palm.

"D-Darling?.. W-Why?"

"You moms told me it might work to get you to wake up.."

He engulfed you in a hug and broke down.

"I missed you. I missed you so much Y/n.."

Elliot

He felt like he was floating

He felt warm

Am I dead? Is this heaven?

He then felt a hand cup his cheek

It was soft, the touch was loving.

"Y/n?..."

He slowly opened his eyes and saw you.

"Y-You're awake!"

You pulled him into a hug.

He missed your hugs.

"Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

He smiled a bit and cupped you face in his hands.

"The only thing I need right now, is just you."

Connor

"Connor! Connor please!"

Y/n? They're okay?

Why are they yelling?

My head is spinning

He slowly opened his eyes and saw you

You smiled, he missed that smile.

"Where are we?.."

"My friend found us, and we're on our way to the hospital. Those people got you good, but it's going to be okay! Just stay with me!"

He cupped you cheeks and chuckled weakly.

"That's the plan."

Alexander

"Alexander!"

"Al come on buddy!"

"Alex wake up!"

Wake up?...

Am I not already awake?..

What's happening?..

"Alexander please..."

Y/n?.. I saved them

He opened his eyes

He saw his fathers frantic, but relieved expressions, then you.

He cupped you tear stained face.

"Hey beautiful/handsome.."

You and his dads hugged him

You all kept saying how happy you were that he was okay and safe.

He pulled you into a kiss.

"It's gonna take a lot more to take me away from you guys..."

#monster lover #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster boy oc #demon boy #ghost boy #dragon boy #merman #mershark #himbo werewolf #incubus boy #shy naga boy #shy shadow boy #vampire boy

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 years

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The Wait

Warnings: This chapter deals with pregnancy! I’ve CW’d them for that in the tags!! If you need me to add any additional tags, please let me know. I’m not a doctor and have never been pregnant. Just, you know. Disclaimer.

Summary: Thing is, you think you’re able to keep it quiet from the guys for a while.

You don’t tell the guys the good news at first. Thing is, because you don’t tell them, they notice some stuff about you. Stuff like the fact that you’re getting up to pee… More often than usual. You just pass it off as drinking a lot of water - hydrating way more, it’s been a goal of yours, anyway. They let that go.

But then there is also that time Connors gets a tuna fish sub with extra mustard and relish and you nearly throw up in the middle of the bullpen. You manage to make it to the bathroom before getting sick. Borracho meets you in the hall with a bottle of water, a pack of gum and a kiss on the forehead. You take a walk around the block to get the smell out of your nose. When you get back to the office, all of the windows are wide open. You know it’s Borracho’s doing, but the guys are all ribbing Connors for bringing in the smelliest sandwich imaginable. With this distraction you manage to meet Borracho’s eye and mouth, I love you, without anyone noticing. --

The two of you have some stuff to figure out - moving into a new place is your first priority. Your current apartment just doesn’t have enough room for a baby. The two of you have been looking at a few places, have gone to a couple of open houses, but nothing has seemed like a good fit. Borracho, unsurprisingly, wants to move somewhere closer to his family. You do see the appeal - more people in close range to help with the baby. And you do love the Magalons. But you also… Kinda like having your space. And maybe that’s a little selfish of you, especially considering how much you know they’re going to offer to help you two with the baby. After your first prenatal doctor appointment, the two of you go looking at a few places. The two of you have mostly been looking at two-bedroom apartments. You see one or two that you kind of like, but the two of you agree that what you saw was not what you were looking for. You stop to grab a bite to eat - you’re getting sleepy (you’re so tired these days, but Nadia tells you that that’s normal - so does Megan… And Isobel… And Regina, and your mother), and Borracho didn’t eat before the two of you left the apartment that morning. The two of you cuddle up on the same side of a booth at a diner, and you don’t even care that you look like the kind of couple that you used to make fun of. You’re too comfortable, tucked into Borracho’s side. You’re half-asleep (“Resting my eyes, I swear,” You mumble when he accuses you of being completely asleep), and he’s scrolling through more apartment listings on his phone while you wait for your food. “Food’s here, sweetness,” He murmurs, and you vaguely register the light thunk of plates being set on the table. “You want another cup of coffee?” The waitress asks, “You look like you could use it.” And she’s right, you’d love one, but you need to start cutting back on the caffeine, so you give her a smile and ask for more water instead. “Our baby better appreciate my caffeine withdrawals,” You sigh, scrubbing at your eyes. Borracho chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “They will. Hey-- Gabriel sent me a listing. You up for checking out one more when we’re done here?” You consider it for a moment as you pick up your spoon and push your oatmeal around to help it cool a bit. If Gabriel sent it, it’ll probably be quite close to the Magalons. And frankly, right now what you really want to do is go home and curl up on the couch. But you might feel better after you’ve got some food in you. So you nod. “I could go for one more.” -- It’s a condo, not an apartment. It’s got plenty of light; the bedrooms are right across the hall from one another; there’s only one bathroom, but you think you could live with that; the kitchen is much more open than the kitchen you have now. It’s a twenty minute drive to the nearest Magalon home; they’re not right on top of you and you don’t feel underfoot. “What do you think?” Borracho asks as the two of you leave. “... I really love it, but I didn’t wanna say it while we were in there. What do you think?” “I think… We should look at the listing online again and then maybe go to the bank. See what we can do about a loan.” You grin. “I would so be doing a little excited jump but I feel like if I jump right one, I am going to throw up.” “I’ve got the gum.”

-- Thing is, you think you’re able to keep it quiet from the guys for a while. You don’t intend to at first, really, you don’t, but they do catch on to some things - like the fact that you’re not drinking when the group of you go out for drinks after work. You just pass it off as being the designated driver for the two of you, and the guys rib Borracho, telling him to let you have some fun once in a while. You’re able to hide the slowly growing bump under your jackets and shirts and dresses. Nick officially finds out first - you schedule a meeting with him to discuss maternity leave during your fourth month. He has a straight face for a few moments before he nods and congratulates you. “Thanks,” You smile, “Who won the bet?” “Connors.” “Motherfucker, every time.” The guys won’t tell you how much the bet was for, though - they won’t even tell Borracho, which is new, and weird. But the two of you shrug it off, and the guys insist on taking the two of you out that night, and make a show of buying you rounds of seltzer.

-- “Do you want to know the sex?” You turn away from the ultrasound to look at Borracho. The two of you have been asking each other that all week. “We’ll get a bunch of yellow stuff if we don’t,” You’d pointed out, “Do we want a bunch of yellow baby stuff? Or people will buy a ton of stuff one color or the other and then be like, ‘well gosh, now you can’t use it’ if it’s the other sex-- Even though we’ll use it anyway-- Am I overthinking this?” You’d asked, looking up at him from where you were cuddled back against his chest on the couch in your new condo. He’d looked down at you, brows raised. “You are, but it’s hilarious, so, please, keep going.”

“Do you wanna know?” You ask him now, because if there’s a time to stop the technician from telling you, it’s this moment. And Borracho glances from the ultrasound to you before he shakes his head a little. “Do you?” He asks. You smile and shake your head. “We’ll wait,” You say, turning to look at the technician again.

“I love this green!” Nadia’s squealed declaration is ear-piercing, but you’re glad she approves of it. You laugh a little, watching her look around the room. You and Borracho painted the room a couple of days ago. The two of you had settled on a sage green color - not too in-your-face, but something that would be warm and welcoming. Borracho and Gabriel are out getting some of the furniture for the nursery now - the bassinet, the rocking chair, the combination changing table-dresser. Nadia’s dropped her kids off with Isobel to come over and help you guys start building some of the furniture. “You’re getting a rug?” “A small area one, yeah. Grey,” You nod. “How’s everything been?” Nadia asks, watching you lower yourself to lean against the windowsill. “Oh, it’s been…” Nadia gives you a knowing look, cutting off the, ‘being pregnant is great’ spiel you usually give the guys at work when they ask (because as sweet as it is for them to ask, they don’t really want to know). You sigh. “I’m constipated and my boobs are getting bigger.” Nadia nods, reaching out and patting your cheek. “Welcome to the club, honey.”

“Stop scratching.” “I’m not scratching.” “I saw you scratching, sweetness,” Borracho chuckles, “I’ll get the salve, get on the bed.” You don’t bicker with him. He’s been a saint - giving you a hand up to stretch when you have leg cramps, helping around the apartment more when you’re tired - and rubbing salve when your stretching belly is itchy. You lean back on the bed and pull your sleep shirt up. You sigh, giving your growing baby bump a rub. “Not scratching, huh?” Borracho teases, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, “I see irritation.” “It’s itchy,” You whine. Borracho lets out a sympathetic hum before he leans down, pressing a kiss to your belly. You smile, watching him sit up and open the jar of salve. His sisters all swore by it - and they’d been right. It smells good, helps soothe the itch, and is a life saver. Borracho scoops out a small amount and begins to rub it in. You sigh, resting your head back against the pillows. “We still have to narrow down names,” You remind him. He hums, nodding, and you reach out to the notepad you keep on the bedside table. “Don’t drop that on your face again,” He teases as he reaches into the jar again. “You made me laugh last time, so that’s still your fault,” You argue, but you’re giggling. You flip it open, finding your list. “Mmm… Start with boy names?” You offer. “Sure, sweetness,” Borracho murmurs. “So we’ve got… Liam… Santiago… Xavier… and Giovanni.” “I don’t like Giovanni,” Borracho says, “I don't like the nickname ‘Gio’.” “Well someone’s name doesn’t necessarily dictate their nickname, Borracho,” You tease, “But I’m fine to take that one off of the list… I don’t think I like Liam so much anymore.” “Really?” “Mm. Liam Magalon. They kinda run together. LiammmMagalon.” Borracho chuckles, closing the jar of solve. “Liam’s out, then.” You reach out to the bedside table and grab the pen, crossing off Liam and Giovanni as Borracho stands up to put away the salve. “So that leaves us with...Santiago or Xavier.” “What about girls?” You turn the page. “Mmmm… Malia… Faye… and Xiomara.” “I like Malia,” Borracho flops onto the bed beside you. “Yeah?” You raise a brow, looking over at him. He nods a little. “Malia Magalon… Lia for short. Be cute.” “It would be cute,” You smile. Borracho watches you for a moment before he leans up, kissing you gently. You lower the notepad and cup his cheek, humming quietly. “Agreed, then?” He murmurs. You nod. “Malia if it’s a girl,” You murmur. “If it’s a boy?” He asks against your lips. “We’ll figure that out later,” You drop the notepad on the bedside table, reaching out to catch hold of his shirt with your other hand.

You have two baby showers. You expect one, but not the other. They’re both sort of surprises in their own way.

The first one is more traditional. It’s at Regina’s house - your friends, Borracho’s sisters, and your family are there. Borracho knows before you do that it’ll be happening. If you’re honest, you kind of suspect it. He’s on his phone all morning - you see his mom’s name, his sister’s names popping up. You don’t look too closely at the messages, but you’re suspicious when he mentions swinging by his mom’s to pick up a couple of things and asks you to tag along. He knows that the jig is up when you come out of the bedroom in a photo-ready outfit. “... Was I obvious?” He asks. “No, babe. I just know how Magalons do surprises now,” You tease, before pecking his lips, “Let’s go.” --

The second one you do not expect at all.

Nick asks you to drop a file to someone on another floor.

There’s a moment where you think, ‘Can you ask someone that isn’t seven months pregnant?’, but you take it and go. The elevator takes a stupidly long time both ways. By the time you make it back, your desk has been decorated, the guys are all standing around it, and there’s a banner hanging from the fluorescent lights that says, ‘Surprise!’

Tears fill your eyes and you cover your mouth with one hand and wave at your eyes with the other.

“She’s crying! Pay up!” Nick yells.

Borracho runs his hand over his face before directing his gaze at the ceiling.

Once you’ve calmed down, you sit at your desk and the guys give you a few gifts for the baby. Henderson passes out cupcakes (you eat yours and Borracho’s).

“You guys find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Nope. We’re flyin’ blind,” Borracho says, rubbing his hand between your shoulder blades.

“How much money is riding on it being a boy?” You ask, peeling the wrapper off of the second cupcake. The guys look between each other and you tip your head to the side.

“C’mon, if you tell me you’re not betting on it, I am so calling bullshit. Do you know?” You turn to Borracho, but he shakes his head, “Not a clue, sweetness.”

“We’re gonna let it be a surprise. You’ll see,” Nick waves it off.

“Settle down, tiny,” You grumble, looking down at your stomach, “You’ve gotta let mama sleep.”

“Kicking again?” Borracho asks.

“We’re having a soccer player,” You tell him as he comes over to the bed, “Or a can-can dancer.”

“Maybe they’ll do both, why are you trying to limit our baby?” Borracho teases you. You chuckle.

“Maybe they will-- Or maybe they hated that idea,” You wince at a particularly hard kick.

Borracho lays down on his stomach beside you and leans closer to your belly.

“No more kicking your mama, little one,” He murmurs, “We talked about this.”

You raise a brow, peering down at him from where you propped up on a small mountain of pillows.

“Did you?” You ask. He hums, nodding and rubbing a hand over your belly.

“When exactly did you have this talk?” You add, “I feel like I would’ve remembered this.”

“You were napping at the time, sweetness. This was a dad and baby talk.”

You bite your lip, fighting a wide smile.

“Do you have these talks often?”

“Sometimes.”

You reach out, running your fingers through Borracho’s hair.

“...Are you excited?” You ask. You feel like you haven’t asked since… Well, since you told Borracho that you were pregnant. He nods, looking up at you,

“A little nervous,” He admits, “But… Yeah, I’m excited. Are you?”

“Mhm. Not just because I won’t be getting kicked… from the inside, but… I wanna meet our kid.”

Borracho chuckles and sits up, placing his hands on either side of your head and bracing himself as he leans in for a kiss. You smile, reaching up and cupping his cheeks.

“... Well, thank you for the dad and baby talk. Tiny listened to you,” You glance down at your stomach.

“Mm,” Borracho lowers his head and presses a kiss to your neck, “Anytime, sweetness.”

Borracho’s at work when it happens.

You try not to panic.

You just take a deep breath and pick up your phone and call Nadia and say as calmly as you possibly can that your water broke and you need someone to drive you to the hospital. She doesn’t exactly… Answer, at first? She kinda screams - an excited one, but it doesn’t exactly calm you down.

You call Borracho after Nadia tells you that she’ll drop the kids off with Regina and be right over.

“Hey, sweetness. I just followed up with the witness Nick tracked down--”

“My water broke, Benny.”

“...Is this a drill?”

“I know that class we took recommended drills, but I was so not into that idea, it seemed alarmist.”

“Fuck-- Okay, I can--”

“It’s okay, Nadia’s on her way to get me. Just meet us at the hospital.”

“The bag’s--”

“Next to the door, I know, Benny.”

“Are you okay?”

You let out a shaky little laugh because you’re a little freaked out right now.

“It’s gonna be alright, sweetness,” He adds gently, “You sure you don’t want me to come and get you?”

“It’s alright, Nadia’s closer. I’ll see you at the hospital.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetness.”

“She’s so small.”

“...Can’t tell if that’s you or the drugs talking, sweetness.”

“Shush. I’m just… I am just saying… She’s frickin’ tiny.”

“Babies usually are.”

“Stop ruining this for me.”

Borracho chuckles, pushing your hair back from your forehead and pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. The two of you peer down at your sleeping daughter together, quiet for a few moments.

“Malia Rose Magalon,” You murmur. It’s the first time you’ve said her name aloud.

“...Lia’s got a very tiny nose,” Borracho mumbles.

You’re quiet for a moment before you glance up at him.

“Literally what was I just saying about her being small?”

When the guys come by to see you in the hospital, they have a gift bag with them.

“Guys, what even?” You nod to it.

“Well, you know those bets we had on… Whether or not you were pregnant, boy or girl, that kinda thing…” Henderson lists.

“Uh huh,” You nod.

“Here,” Nick sets the bag on the bed. Borracho carefully lifts Malia out of your arms, shushing her as she whines. You reach into the bag, pushing aside the tissue paper.

“We agreed that the pool money could all go to a… Better cause than usual,” Connors rubs at the back of his neck. You pull out a jar that’s filled with cash, labeled, ‘College Fund’.

“Figured we’d get you guys started,” Zapata adds, tucking his hands into his pockets.

There’s a moment of quiet in the room before Nick laughs, “She’s crying, pay up!”

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wednesdaysxreaders · 4 years

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about me

tags for reach

so i’ve been wanting to make one of these for years. and now here i am.

i take x reader requests, but my first couple of posts might be scenes from various fics of mine to gain awareness. i’d prefer to write for underrated characters but i’ll absolutely do more popular characters as well. i’ll take smut requests but i can’t guarantee they’ll be good and not awkward lol.

also please please please be specific when sending in requests 🖤

fandoms i’ll write for can be found under read more (plus characters i’m eager to write).

keep in mind i’ll write for other characters as well these are just personal favorites of mine

marvel (mcu/netflix/fox/sony/blade/etc)

hank mccoy

alex summers

raven darkholme

kraglin obfonteri

frank castle

joshua “scud” frohmeyer

asm/ps4 peter parker

asm/ps4/raimi harry osborn

dc (dceu/dcau/cw/older films like burtonschumacher batman/etc)

wally west (arrowverse)

rory regan (arrowverse)

rene ramirez (arrowverse)

thea queen

roy harper

jason todd

helena bertinelli

harley quinn

diana prince

cisco ramon

conner kent

star trek (preferably aos)

pavel chekov

leonard mccoy

nyota uhura

spock

star wars (original/prequel/au sequel)

luke skywalker

anakin skywalker

poe dameron

rey skywalker

finn

din djarin

ezra bridger

kanan jarrus

teen wolf

brett talbot

liam dunbar

scott mccall

isaac lahey

lydia martin

allison argent

derek hale

malia hale

the vampire diaries

jeremy gilbert

stefan salvatore

katherine pierce

rebekah mikaelson

tyler lockwood

matt donovan

bonnie bennett

caroline forbes

supernatural

jack kline

twilight

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

bella swan

emmett cullen

jasper cullen

jacob black

resident evil

leon s kenney

claire redfield

ada wong

jill valentine

carlos oliveira

piers nivans

jake mueller

(fear) the walking dead

carl grimes

daryl dixon

benjamin

siddiq

glenn rhee

maggie rhee

beth greene

enid

nick clark

alicia clarke

z nation

10k

roberta warren

addy carver

cassandra

the 100

jasper jordan

john murphy

raven reyes

teenage mutant ninja turtles (bayverse)

raphael

april o’neil

stranger things

steve harrington

jonathan byers

robin buckley

death note

mail jeevas/matt

mihael keehl/mello

nate river/near

misa amane

touta matsuda

l lawliet/l

black butler

soma asman kadar

agni

mey-rin

finnian

bardroy

grell suttcliffe

my hero academia

touya todoroki

tomura shigaraki

jin bubaigawara

shota aizawa

keigo takami

shoto todoroki

demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku

tengen uzui

tomioka giyu

mitsuri kanroji

tokyo revengers

ken ryuguji

manjiro sano

keisuke baji

percy jackson

annabeth chase

friday the 13th

tommy jarvis

until dawn

josh washington

sam giddings

mike munroe

mr robot

elliot alderson

darlene alderson

buffy the vampire slayer

william pratt/spike

buffy summers

willow rosenberg

cordelia chase

faith lehane

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis

darry curtis

dallas winston

it (adult losers preferred)

adult!stanley uris

the last of us

ellie williams

dina

terminator

john connor

harry potter

neville longbottom

ron weasley

fred weasley

george weasley

luna lovegood

hermione granger

draco malfoy

ginny weasley

transformers (bayverse + prime)

mikaela banes

cade yeager

jack darby

charlie watson

shadowhunters

jace herondale

isabelle lightwood

clary fray

pacific rim

raleigh becket

mako mori

jake pentecost

amara namani

misc

tomb raider

the magnificent seven

game of thrones

bones

criminal minds

kick-ass

mtv scream

the vampire chronicles

now you see me

the umbrella academy

saw

american horror story

there’s most definitely more but these are all i have documented somewhere. if you don’t see something here, don’t hesitate to ask!

now, onto characters i absolutely will not write for reasons i won’t specify (unless you really want to know, then i suppose you could ask).

kylo ren

armitage hux

negan

pennywise

jason voorhees

freddy krueger

michael myers

tate langdon

marius de romanus

thanos

transformers x human (the concept makes me uncomfortable, but if you really want it, i might consider it)

billy hargrove

theo raeken

peter hale

the bowers gang

enji todoroki

also any requests for canonly gay characters will be written with the proper gender reader in mind

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storytimefromthecreed · 4 years

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I’ll Make a Man Out of You

“What are they doing?” Kassandra asked. Maria handed her a glass of lemonade just as Elise pulled out a seat. “Is there a battle? Should we not join?”

Before Maria could reply, Elise leaned over to rest her chin on Kassandra’s shoulder and said, “Oh, trust me, you’re going to want to see this.”

In the backyard stood the guys. Darim, Sef, Tazim, Yusuf, Jacob, Edward, Haytham, Altair, Shay, and Liam. Connor walked to and fro before them, like a lion in a cage, and he examined them closely, “Let’s get down to business, to defeat, the Huns. Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?”

“He wishes.” Shao Jun sipped on her drink, and the table laughed. Around the table where Maria, Kassandra, Elise, Aveline, Malik, Shao Jun, and Aya.

As Connor walked, he looked each man up and down, catching their eye. “You're the saddest bunch I ever met.” Then he began nodding ominously, “But you can bet before we're through. Mister, I'll make a man out of you.” Heading for the center of the backyard, he turned around and placed his hands up, palming touching. Then, slowly raising one foot and keeping it at his knee, Connor continued, “Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within. Once you find your center, you are sure to win.” The row of guys attempted, poorly, to copy his stance. Jacob wiggled, Yusuf sway side to side, and Edward kept his foot by his ankle. Spying their progress, Connor nodded and returned to his normal stance. “You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot, and you haven't got a clue.”

Shay whispered to his side, “I’m scared. I don’t like how he said pale. Is he talking about me? Am I the weak link?”

“Shut up, Shay.” Sef cracked open an eye to glare at the Templar. He, Altair, and Darim were holding the pose to perfection.

“Somehow I'll make a man out of you.” Connor continued as if he’d heard nothing. The course in the backyard was made to test their limits, physically and mentally. A run to an agility course, climbing up a wall to monkey bars, crossing, and landing on the other side.

As they ran the course, Edward sang, “I'm never gonna catch my breath.”

Shay sang, “Say goodbye to those who knew me!”

Jacob huffed, closing his eyes are he ran, “Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym.”

Cupping her hand and raising from her chair, Aya yelled, “This guy's got 'em scared to death!”

And Yusuf tripped over the rope course, “Hope he doesn't see right through me.”

Leaping over the fallen Turk, Altair landed noiselessly to the second part of the training. Then froze when he saw the monkey bars were over the pool. “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim!”

Together they sang, “Be a man!”

Connor, watching their progress with a stony expression sang, “We must be swift as the coursing river!”

Without halting their stride, Darim and Sef leapt, their fingers gripping the bars, and crossed. “Be a man.”

Encouraged, Connor raised a hit, and sang, “With all the force of a great typhoon!”

Seeing that there was nothing to it, Liam and Haytham went next. Followed by Yusuf and Edward, Then, finally, Shay, Tazim, and Altair. Tazim and Shay took the monkey bars normally, but Altair deemed it safe to climb to over the bars and just ran across as to minimize his proximity to the water. “Be a man!”

“With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!” Connor threw a fist in the air and jumped in excitement. “Time is racing toward us till the Huns arrive! Heed my every order and you might survive!” Jacob was the last to cross the bars, and landed right as Connor sang the last word. Perhaps it was because the area was crowded, or maybe his strength had given out at the last second. Whatever the reason, his toes landed on the other side of the pool but his heels didn’t. Falling into the water, Jacob splashed about. The shouts and groans of his teammates were mangled by the water in his ears. There was a large splash, and Jacob fought hard against the hand that wrapped around his arm. It was then that he realized he could stand in the pool. Staring up at Connor disapproving face, Jacob gulped. Connor pointed out of the pool, and Jacob nodded. “You're unsuited for the rage of war, so pack up, go home, you're through.” Jacob climbed out of the pool as Connor followed, dripping water everywhere and singing softly to himself, disappointed, “How could I make a man out of you?”

Head hanging low, Jacob slowly made his way across the backyard with hopes that lemonade and sandwiches would lift his heavy heart. That or Elise or Maria would give him a hug. The guys behind him finished the course and were celebrating. Then, his name was called. For a moment, his spirits raised. “Jacob!” Tazim raised a hand to wave. Then, Jacob’s mood fell as Tazim asked, “Can you toss the ball this way?”

Looking down to hide his frown, Jacob grabbed the volleyball and served it to Tazim. The ball spun in the air with a whizz, and smacked Tazim in the chest, nearly making him lose his grip on it. The backyard went silent as Connor stared. Then, the light returned to his eyes and he smiled, “Jacob, get over here!”

“Hurray!” The guys cheered as Jacob ran across the fields, arms out behind him like how he’d seen football players do. They clapped him on the back and they leapt up and down, singing in unison, “Be a man, we must be swift as the coursing river!” They ran the course again. This time, Edward, Shay, and Jacob were pushed by their brothers with words of encouragement!

“You got this! We’re so close!” Sef coached Shay.

“Come on! Can’t lose to me, Father!” Haytham chucked at his dad.

“Jacob! I believe in you!” Liam slowed down his pace to match Jacob’s.

“Be a man! With all the force of a great typhoon.”

As they reached the obstacle course, Altair coached Yusuf, “Watch your toes! Don’t let your heels hit the ground.”

“Keep light, keep light!” Edward, to show off, twisted and turned in front of his son like he was dancing. “You’re being too stiff, Haytham, have some fun, will ya?”

“Be a man! With all the strength of a raging fire! Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”

Finally, the dreaded finale. Running without stop, Darim and Sef crossed as they had done before. Haytham and Edward followed, but before they reached the other side, they pulled themselves up as Altair had, and rested on the top. Yusuf instructed Jacob how to warm up his wrists, and Liam, as he crossed, showed Jacob how to use his momentum. Quickly now, they all sang, “Be a man! We must be swift as the coursing river!” Jacob and Altair swung, and then preceded to cross!

“Jacob! We can do this! Together!” Altair called, hurrying.

Jacob nodded as his friends sang, “Be a man! With all the force of a great typhoon!” They were almost there. Altair landed, and his sons grabbed his forearms and pulled him towards them and safely away from the water. Now, Jacob had to do the same. His arms began to wobble, and his panic set in. This made his hands slippery, and Jacob crossed as quickly as he could.

He was nearly there, so nearly there! Crossing Edward and Haytham, hearing them cheer above them, Jacob wished he could do this, but he couldn’t! Tazim and Shay cheering on behind him, Jacob tried not to look at their faces as he was at the last bar and fell. The cool metal left his hands, and he waited for the cold water to submerge him once more.

However, he wasn’t prepared for this.

Strong arms grabbed his forearms, and Jacob opened his eyes to confirm that through the bars, Edward grabbed his left forearm, and Haytham was holding his right! Edward’s bright blue eyes stared down at him as he grinned, “Didn’t think we’d let you down again, did you?”

“Now, swing your legs!” Haytham tried to keep a straight face, but his smile twitched his lips. Being part of a team wasn’t as bad as he thought he would be.

Doing as they asked, Jacob swung. Once. Twice. The third time, he leapt. His feet hit the other side, and before he could wonder if he’d hit the pool once more, Darim and Sef grabbed him and pulled him to land. Shay and Tazim finished the course as the Kenways leapt from the bars.

Once the entire team was safe, the guys formed a large circle and began to cheer, hug, and jump! From the sidelines, the gals all melted. “Aw, ok, that was cute.” Shao Jun admitted.

“I’m just glad they’ve found some way to get their energy out without breaking the house.” Malik added, pretending not to enjoy the show.

The backyard gate opened and in strolled the remaining members of the house. Upon looking at the scene behind them, Demetri rose a brow. “Tell me, did we miss their warm up?”

“I do wish they wouldn’t take team sports so seriously.” Aveline replied and Kassandra sat upright.

“Wait, this is for a game?” Kassandra asked and the table chuckled.

“Don’t say that in front of them.” Elise sipped her drink, “But yes.”

“I suppose now we must take our time defeating them.” Aya propped her cheek on her fist. Bayek took his place beside her and nodded.

“Can’t let all that team building all to waste. Ok ladies,” Maria rose and the table followed suit. Some cracked their necks, other rolled their wrists. “Let’s get in formation. Elise, you’re our setter?” Elise nodded. “Great, Aya, how are you spikes?”

“Between Shao Jun and I, those guys won’t know what hit them.”

“I’ll take back with Kassandra.” Aveline winked at Kassandra. “I’ve a wicked serve.”

“Then it’s settled.” Maria put her hand in the middle. They all followed suit. “Let’s teach the Brotherhood about the Sisterhood.”

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larryfanficwriter98 · 4 years

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Chapter Fourteen

Harry woke up the next morning earlier than usual due to their early night yesterday. Just thinking about it made him grin, but then it made him think about his past relationship with 'douchebag' as Louis likes to call him. Or any other insult he could think of at the moment. Douchebag, or Connor, took one look at him and said it was "unnaturally large" and refused to give what he wanted to get. He had bullied Harry whenever a bulge would show in his pants and had made him get uncomfortable briefs that had a pocket to tuck everything in.

He had also made Harry tape himself down with medical tape if they went to the beach so it wouldn't be seen in photos on accident. Harry had always been self-conscious about it, it wasn't hard to notice that you were bigger than your mates in the changing rooms. Especially when one of the guys had a measuring tape and challenged everyone to measure themselves. It was obvious when everyone was 3-5 inches soft and Harry was 6 soft.

Being a little over 9 inches in length and 5 inches in girth when hard Harry had been bigger than Conner by quite a few inches. Louis hadn't seemed bothered though, in fact, he had gotten turned on as he gave Harry a blowjob. Though he did seem nervous as he had taken Harry's pants off which Harry was going to ask Louis about when he woke up. He wanted to make sure Louis was okay and hadn't been pressured or anything like that. Harry would never forgive himself if he unknowingly pressured Louis.

Harry looked over at Louis who was still fast asleep. He was curled around Harry's back being the big spoon that Harry didn't know being the little spoon felt so great. No wonder Douchebag always wanted to be the little spoon. Harry snuggled back against Louis then grimaced and lifted the blanket seeing the dried cum on his tattoo.

"Gross." Harry said then gagged at the taste of his breath, "even worse." Harry quickly climbed out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. He quickly wet his toothbrush then slathered toothpaste on it and brushed his teeth then his tongue twice to get rid of the taste in his mouth. After that, he turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before he stepped under the spray.

Louis woke up to the sound of vicious teeth brushing and rolled over to see Harry in the mirror's reflection. He stared at Harry listening to him brush his teeth then he had to hide his laughter when he heard Harry gagging as he brushed his tongue. He stared at Harry's bareback and ass as he bent over the sink to spit out the foamy toothpaste. Louis grabbed his phone off his bedside table and scrolled through social media as Harry got into the shower.

He laid there for a while until he heard Harry's shower turn off then watched him leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Louis climbed out of bed then headed to the closet where Harry was going through his clothing options.

"Morning handsome." Louis said smiling when Harry looked over at him with a grin

"Right back at ya." Harry said stepping up to him to kiss him

"We got any plans today?" Louis asked watching as Harry dropped the towel only to step into black briefs. He watched as Harry pulled them up then watched as he tucked himself into a pocket in his briefs that made his cock shake disappear. "What..wait..what happened to it." Louis said shocked as he eyed Harry

"It's a pocket. It's to keep it from y'know causing an outline." Harry said with a laugh

"Why?" Louis asked

"Because I don't want Harry Jr on the front page of a tabloid."

"Sweetie it wouldn't be a tabloid it'd be a Playboy." Louis told him, grinning, getting a glare from Harry, "sorry. Fine. But find other pairs. I want at least something to grab when you're hard in your pants to tease you." Harry laughed shaking his head

"All the more reason to keep them." Harry said as he grabbed some black pants and pulled them on. He had to adjust himself again and Louis watched, "I have a meeting with Columbia Records at twelve, but other than that I don't have any plans."

"The lads want to go on a triple date, Zayn and Liam, Niall and Monica, Lizzy and Hannah, and you and I. I told them I'll talk to you."

"We can do that. Those are the girls you met at the club right?"

"Yeah, Monica was the one with the birthday the night, and Hannah and Lizzy are the lesbian couple in the videos."

"What time?"

"I think Zayn said seven o'clock."

"Sounds good." Harry said pulling on a pink chain and rope print shirt and buttoning before tucking the ends in. He then pulled his pants the rest of the way up and Louis noticed they were high-waisted women's pants, but Louis didn't point it out and only admired the way his butt looked in them. He leaned over and pinched it getting a slap from Harry on his hand.

"Stop it. I'll go make breakfast and you get dressed. Or don't. Either way, I need to make breakfast because I am starving." Harry came up to him and cupped his face kissing his lips gently

"I want full English." Louis told him

"Your wish is my command." Harry said bowing dramatically before he was leaving the room.

Louis shook his head then went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After he was cleaned and dressed and his mouth had been brushed twice he went downstairs scrolling through Twitter frowning when he saw the fans telling him to explain a photo. It took a few seconds before he found the photo that the fans were referring to. It was a dropped photo of Harry and Dickhead, but the photo was cropped so that Harry's hair was only barely seen pushed back to it looked like a recent photo, but Louis knew Harry's side profile better than anyone and his cheeks were too rounded to be recent.

"Hey, Haz do you have the full photo of this picture?" Louis asked, showing Harry the tweets, Harry looked away from his bacon turning to look at the phone frowning when he noticed what it was.

"I might in my cloud." Harry said, "my cloud password is in the drawer and you know my phone code." Louis grabbed Harry's phone on the counter then moved to the junk drawer that Harry had full of batteries, guitar picks, old planners, and other random junk that hasn't made it to the trash can two feet away. Louis grabbed the notebook that had Harry's passcodes for every account and looked four the cloud one.

"Do you know the year?" Louis asked

"Probably 2013." Louis nodded immediately going to 2013, "try like summertime...June through August I think. We spent the summer together."

"Found it. I'm going to ruin this man's life." Louis said by sending the photo to him then he got back on twitter and found the account that the photo came from and tagged it as well as Dicky's Twitter account.

@ account134527 and @ ConnorKS

Try again boo. 😘✌🏻🖕🏻

"And post." Louis said grinning as he posted the tweet with the photo of Harry and his hair pushed back from 2013. He was kissing the Twat's cheek and in the background, you could also see it was before the Wizarding World of Harry Potter had been opened for the public because they were standing near the closed-off section for construction.

"I'm sorry-"

"Sweetie don't apologize. He got a false sense of hope from your management and now he's mad you picked me over him in his head at least. It'll die down or I'll make it die down. You may treat people with kindness, but Tommo doesn't." Louis said, setting their phones down, "besides you can't blame the man you are very good looking. I'd torment you too if you upgraded."

"I don't think there is any upgrading from you." Harry said as he pulled Louis in front of him between his body and the stove, "I love you." He said kissing his neck as he turned the sausages

"I love you too." Louis said leaning his head back against Harry's shoulder, "is your meeting in person?"

"No we're meeting on google duo, they're with Sony Music, but it's a different section so we just have to talk about music and image and such."

"Sounds very boring."

"It is."

******

Louis had his MacBook opened glaring at the screen, he and Little Dick were fighting on Twitter. After Louis tweeted the real photo from 2013 Little Dick tweeted another photo of sweet innocent Harry laying on a tattoo chair getting the swallows tattoo. The butterfly stood out against the pale skin Harry had back then. So Louis had replied to the tweet,

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS thanks for being there for Harry as he got places to hide my live bites Boo.

And well apparently he didn't like that so he leaked a picture of him and Harry in California at the Hollywood sign. So Louis replied

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS wooooow you took him to a place he sees on his back patio every day when in LA...impressive. 👏🏻👏🏻

And thus it began. Louis didn't even know why he was arguing with an ex, but he was. He was very secure in his relationship with Harry so it wasn't out of insecurity, but whatever the reason Louis was winning the fight and everyone knew it.

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS the fact that you had to make a fake account just to leak photos of you two together...👀👀🙊

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS the fact that management made you believe Harry would choose you over me despite the way you treated him is fucking hilarious...

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS boo the shit I have on you... let's not go there.

@ account134527 @ ConnorKS coincidence?

Louis attached a video of "Dirty Little Secret" playing on the tv. The tweets stopped soon after that so to celebrate his victory Louis posted a short video of him and Harry a few nights ago dancing to Macarena inside the pool laughing their asses off with the words 'Look at my darling baby❤' in the tweet.

"Are you done arguing with Connor?" Harry asked laughing as he came inside from his meeting

"I think so." Louis said looking at Harry, "I won."

"You won before he even knew there was a competition." Harry told him wrapping his arms around his waist

"Oh I know that, but he doesn't have a right to expose your relationship like that."

"It's fine. The fans suspected back then, but he didn't want to be in the tabloids dating me so we kept it quiet. I'm surprised you didn't expose him for...what did you call him? A manipulative abusive little dick asshole?"

"Manipulative abusive little pecker loose asshole cheating twat." Louis corrected

"That. Yes. I'm surprised you didn't call him that."

"I almost did. I typed it a few times at least. If he responds that'll be my next tweet. It'll shut him up." Louis said, grabbing Harry's hands, "you should let me paint your nails. You have perfect nail beds. Lottie would be jealous."

"You paint mine and I'll paint yours."

"Deal. I'll go to the shops to get polish. Be back in a minute."

*******

Louis grinned as he followed Harry through the crowded rooftop dining area.

"There they are." Zayn said standing up when he saw them

"Hi, sorry traffic was horrible." Harry said hugging Zayn and Liam before leaning over to hug Niall and Monica. "Hi Ni. Hi Monica, it's lovely to meet you."

"Hi, Harry." Monica said excitedly as she hugged Harry, "hi Louis." She said, stepping over to hug Louis, "saw that fight on twitter."

"Yeah, we were just being told about it by Monica. Possessive much Lou?" Liam teased as Harry greeted Hannah and Lizzy with hugs as well

"I have no reason to worry, I just don't like him." Louis said with a shrug, "Haz is mine and if he wanted that shrimp he'd have cheated when given the opportunity enough times."

"If I wanted him I'd have stayed with him." Harry said kissing his temple, "now do we have wine coming, or have we not ordered yet?"

"Not yet we just got here not that long ago and decided to wait for you." Zayn said as they took their seats it was a square dining table with two seats on each side. Louis and Harry were sat across from Hannah and Lizzy while Niall and Monica were sat across from Zayn and Liam.

"Do we want to share mozzarella balls for an appetizer, Lou?" Harry asked

"Of course Darling." Louis said, "what are you getting for the main dish?"

"I think the chicken shawarma in their Mediterranean section." Harry said

"Ooh yeah, I saw that. I was thinking of the eggplant rollatini."

"Wanna split?"

"Deal."

"Hello I'm David and I'll be your waiter today. Are we all on one check or separate?" He asked looking around the table

"We are separated into pairs. So them two, those two, these two, and us two." Louis said pointing to each couple getting the man's attention who nodded.

"And what can I get for you?" The man asked, eyeing him and licking his lips though Louis had turned away from him and hadn't seen it though he turned when he spoke.

"Oh, ladies first. We can wait." Louis said before turning back to Niall, "are we doing anything after this?"

"We talked about going to the club if you guys are up for it."

"Can I pick the place?" Harry asked

"Yeah sure." Niall said

"Lou?"

"I'm down if you are."

"Alright. Who is our designated driver?" Harry asked looking around

"I can. You got a vehicle big enough for all of us?"

"Yeah, we can follow back to my place and get the SUV." Zayn nodded, "we can all stay there tonight I have guest rooms."

"And for you?" The waiter asked after everyone ordered looking at Louis

"Oh we will have the fried mozzarella balls as an appetizer and for the main dish I will have the eggplant rollatini." Louis told him

"Perfect. The eggplant rollatini is my favorite." He said, Louis, nodded and looked at Harry who looked highly amused.

"I will have the chicken shawarma." Harry said closing the menu

"Will that be all for you?" The man asked barely acknowledging Harry as he looked back at Louis

"Yeah, that's all thank you." Harry leaned over and kissed Louis' cheek laughing when the man turned away with more hip movement than necessary.

"Is there anything else I can do for you." Harry teased leaning over

"Absolutely anything." Liam said batting his eyelashes

"Please sir I'm all but stripping for you." Niall said laughing

"Stop it. It's not funny. What kind of guy does that in front of someone's boyfriend even." Harry laughed squeezing his thigh as he leaned over to whisper in his ear

"Do you think he'd get the message if we snog?" Louis laughed turning to Harry to whisper in his ear as well

"He'd probably get hard. Best not risk it." Harry laughed nodding as he squeezed Louis' thigh before pulling away. The rest of the dinner was filled with laughter, storytelling, many wine glasses, and delicious food. There were also pictures as a group from someone's phone as they all huddled together when Lizzy pulled out a selfie stick from her purse.

"Why do you have that in your purse?" Louis asked

"Never question what is inside a lesbian couple's purse." She said as she extended it then took the phone as placed it on the holder. "Now huddle together everyone. Harry, stop looking at Louis and look at the camera. We already have photos of you two looking like sappy teenagers." Louis laughed as he looked at Harry who was staring at him with a grin. Louis leaned over and kissed him ignoring the groans from the couples.

"I got an idea." Niall said pulling his phone out and going to Instagram, he got on Louis' page then got on a picture of Louis standing in nothing but Harry's lilac sweater with his a side profile showing off his ass. "Harry, look it's a picture of Louis ass. Looky looky." Despite the fact that Harry was kissing Louis it actually worked because Harry turned away and looked.

"What?" Harry asked looking around until he spotted the phone with the photo over the phone on the selfie stick.

"Quick do it." Louis tried every hard not to laugh as his boyfriend with eyes glued to the photo. Harry grinned as his hand went down to grab Louis' cheek squeezing it. It didn't last long, only enough for two photos then Harry was looking at him again.

"Smart man you've got there Monica." Hannah said

"I just know Harry's weak spot is Louis, but if Louis beside him he needed something stronger." Niall said looking at Harry and Louis who were back in their own world talking with each other, "besides everyone loves Louis' ass."

"Thanks. You get the tip baby and I'll pay for this." Louis said taking the bill the waiter was handing out to the respected couples. He opened it just to make sure it was the right one before he kissed Harry and pulled his wallet out. Harry pouted but pulled out his own wallet and tossed two £50 down, "Harold you can't tip more than the bill." Louis said grabbing it and handing it back to him

"Let me tip whatever I want mister bill payer." Harry said putting down two hundred just to spite Louis

"Harry, he was rude the entire time to everyone except myself and completely ignored our relationship. I am not letting you tip him two hundred just because."

"Louis he could strip for you and I wouldn't care because you're still coming home with me at the end of the night so I win. Now let me tip him." Louis huffed rolling his eyes as he pulled out a £50 and a £20 and put it in the billfold. He flipped the receipt over and wrote,

"You're lucky I'm not in charge of the tip and my boyfriend is a kind person. You were an ass all night. I'd have given you the minimum 10% and be done with it. In case you don't know math that's a fiver and some change. Be kind to people and respect their relationship.

--Louisxxx"

He tossed the black folder down on the table and Monica immediately took it to read it snorting.

"I like the Tommo way." She said as she handed it to Hannah and Lizzy, Lizzy immediately taking a picture of it. She was addicted to her Instagrams they've learned over dinner, because yes she has more than one account. One for her personal use and one for her photography that she does on the side. They stood around waiting for their billfolds and when they got them Louis made sure to count the bills.

"Here have his number." Louis said handing the £5 to Harry who took it then tossed it in the tip pile. There was Harry's two £50, three £10, and now £5. Louis was very tempted to take a 50 and shove it in Harry's pocket, but he wouldn't do that. If Harry wanted to kill them with kindness then so be it.

"A £185 tip, he better use it wisely." Liam said

"Tempted to take the- actually I am." Louis took the five and headed to the table where a little girl was with her family. She had been very eager to ask Harry for a photo, but her parents had talked her out of it to wait until Harry ate his meal. "Here you go, Sweetie. You buy yourself something next time your parents take you to the shops yeah?" Harry said handing the little girl £25

"Really?"

"Yeah. The five have numbers on it, but it's still good."

"Thank you."

"You're quite welcome. You deserve more than our waiter does and you were very polite to wait to ask Harry for a photo so you definitely deserve it." Louis was taken by surprise by the hug the little girl gave him, but it was a nice surprise that he returned before heading back to their table. "You can be mad at me tomorrow, tonight we are clubbing." Louis said to Harry as he slipped his arms in the jacket Harry was holding for him.

"I think you're petty in the best way, but I'm not mad. I love you and with that comes your sassy attitude. Which I love as well. Besides you made her night." They all headed outside and got in their respected cars and followed back to Harry's place. Harry got the keys for the SUV and they all got in so Harry could drive to the club. It was a bit more upscale as in there was a second entrance that Harry and they took so they weren't spotted by anyone yet then they were led to the VIP balcony with a bar and tables and lounges.

"I'll go get a tab open, what does everyone want?" Harry asked as they sat at a square bar height table, the same seating arrangement from the restaurant. Harry got everyone's drink and went off to the bar coming back minutes later with a tray of various drinks.

"Now you owe me a dance." Harry said pressing against Louis from behind

"I don't dance until I'm drunk. You'll have to keep the drinks coming." Louis told him even if he pressed his hips back against Harry's.

"What's the fastest way to get you drunk?" Harry asked

"Whiskey gets Louis plastered for a week." Liam said

"What about you Styles." Louis said, turning to face Harry as he wrapped an arm around Harry's neck while his other hand held his beer glass, "what gets you plastered?"

"I'm not telling you anything." Harry said, taking a sip from his...slushie.

"What are you drinking." Louis said grinning as he grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled it towards him. He looked up at Harry as he licked the slushie teasingly tasting the refreshing flavor of watermelon with a kick of gin that had Louis grimacing slightly. "Gin. You hate the taste of beer, but you drink gin."

"I like alcohol you can mix with. Watermelon gin slushie and if you lick it like that again we're taking an uber home right now."

"Oh?" Louis leaned over to lick it again, but Harry took it away.

"Stop it Lewis."

"Oh, we are breaking up over that." Louis said though despite his words he still kept his arm around his neck.

"Alright, love birds we are off to the dance floor." Lizzy said, "Liam and Zayn are staying here to watch the drinks."

"You sure?" Harry asked looking at the couple

"Yeah, we're fine really. You lads go have fun." Liam said as he hung on Zayn

"Alright. Have fun. Drink a beer or two lads I've been in the car with you guys after a whiskey shot and we all survived."

"Maybe a beer, but really Lou we went out last weekend just the two of us so we're not in the mood for another hangover so soon. Now go."

"Alright. Come on Haz we can dance with the others."

************

The night carried on until last call surprisingly, despite Liam and Zayn not drinking they joined them on the dance floor every now and again. Louis and Harry were always found with their tongues down each other's throats and a hand somewhere inappropriate. Liam and Zayn had to drag the drunk couples all the way back to the SUV and Louis didn't give a damn that he was sitting right beside Monica. Louis threw a leg over Harry's hip and straddled his lap.

"You're so cute. You're like the cutest little thing ever." Louis said cupping Harry's face to kiss him on his cheeks and lips

"You're beautiful and pretty and cute and adorable and tiny and small." Harry said snuggling into Louis' neck, "you're my best friend." Louis giggled drunkenly

"You're my best friend too cutie." Louis said

"You're my sweet little creature."

"I'm going to puke." Zayn moaned from upfront

"Tell me about it." Monica said from beside them

"I love your voice. You should like become a singer. You have such a pretty voice." Harry said

"Wait Louis sings?!" Monica, Lizzy, and Hannah shouted

"He sings to me when he wakes up first." Harry said, "he's so precocious. I love him." The car ride to the house was with Harry proclaiming his love for Louis every five seconds. They all stumbled out and Zayn and Liam helped everyone to guest rooms while Harry and Louis hurried to the bedroom locking the door behind them as they struggled to undress then climb into bed together.

"Be the big spoon." Harry said, pulling Louis against his back, "I like being the little spoon."

"My giant little spoon." Louis said affectionately kissing Harry's bare shoulder

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haileyxhq · 4 years

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{ VANESSA MORGAN. CIS FEMALE . 25. SHE/HER } did you see that { HAILEY HARPER } just pulled up in hidden hills with { KYLIE JENNER, CINDY KIMBERLY OR LILI REINHART FC } sitting next to them in the passengers seat - isn’t that cute ! you know, for an { ACTRESS/MODEL }, i’ve heard they’re really { JEALOUS }, but that they make up for it by being so { KIND-HEARTED }. i see them all the time on snapchat && yesterday in US WEEKLY i read that they { HAVE } a three months old son named liam and a four year old daughter named ariana - can you believe that ?!

full name: hailey gemma harper

age: 25 (born february 7th 1995)

sign: aquarius

sexual orientation: homosexual

goes by “hails” or “gem” (nickname her parents gave because of her middle name) but she loves her name so she’s fine just being called hailey

she was born in ontario, canada but grew up in brooklyn, new york

hailey was adopted by elliot harper and connor atwood when she was just one year old

she doesn’t remember her biological parents, of course, but her dads told her what they knew: her mom was only 17 when she got pregnant with her and the dad disappeared, so she was put up for adoption.

hailey eventually had two siblings, also adopted by her dads.

she lived a good life until her dads divorced when she was about 14. she really found it hard to see her parents argue and being so distant when they were once so in love. at least elliot & connor decided that it was better to live close to one another so they could co-parent better and spend equal time with the kids.

the divorce really brought hailey and her siblings closer, because they had to go through it together.

during the divorce, she woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep to steal & drink some of her parents’ alcohol, filling it up with water so they wouldn’t notice

they did notice though, but she always denied it lol

after connor and elliot noticed how much she drank during the night they sought psychological help for her. she didn’t want to go at first, but with perseverance, they finally convinced her

hailey was never a fan of authority figures. she often got in trouble for talking back to a teacher or skipping school. basically, her attitude was the problem. mostly after the divorce, she would mess with teachers on purpose, just for fun and/or because she knew they’d kick her out of class

her grades were always pretty good, except for 9 and 10th grade. she really wasn’t the best at school but she managed.

at 16, she was noticed by a modeling agent while she was taking pictures with a friend in front of the “friends” fountain

she started small modeling jobs at 17, but she knew she was also interested in acting and so she took classes

after many auditions, she finally got one of the leading roles in the movie and series “my babysitter’s a vampire” and a role as vanessa in degrassi shortly after

she played in different movies and series until she was cast as toni topaz in riverdale, the role she’s most known for

sexuality-wise, she never really questioned herself until she got her first crush on a classmate at 15

being raised by two dads made it easier for hailey to come out of the closet as lesbian

i’m gonna add more about her love life when i get more connections & when her pair joins

she has two kids; a 4 y/o daughter named ariana* and a 3 months old son named liam

hails and her partner had their kids through ivf. it’s up to her partner’s mun to decide if she was pregnant with both kids or not, but hailey was pregnant with their son

it might not have been the case in the past but she’s loyal to her current partner

she’s a good lover, ofc loves sex and stuff but she’s a really good listener when it comes to people she cares about.

she loves cooking for her partner, or seeing her wearing her clothes; it makes her feel all fuzzy inside

but even though she has many qualities as a girlfriend, she’s a jealous person when it comes to relationships

also impatient af

she loves doing charity work though, mostly the ones involving kids, foster kids/homes and adoption

she has two cats; a female balinese named olive (used to be her dad connor’s cat but ari loved her sm her grandpa gave it to her) & a male bengal cat called jim (because of the office, she’s a big fan lol)

she’d love to get a dog too

her favorite colors are red and pastel pink

more tba!

hailey literally needs all the plots so lmk if you wanna plot! x

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But imagine a story where there is (heh) time/universe hopping, and it's Desmond who finds Shay just after the Earthquake

Oh man. This could get super messy though?

Like Desmond would have to get to Lisbon just as the earthquake starts or maybe he wakes up at the same boat that Shay escaped to. The captain could say they found Desmond on the waters and it wouldn't take a lot for Desmond to think that "hey, maybe I had something to do with the earthquake?" and that would just fucking suck for him.

Anyway, he'll realize Shay is an Assassin soon enough and he would see the signs, of course. Shay's in shock but he's trying to keep himself together and Desmond tries to follow him.

Shay isn't stupid and sees him and that's where the main problem with Rogue (IMHO) would be dealt with:

Shay didn't receive any support when he returned to the Assassins.

But this time, he'll have Desmond. They'll have a few days together and, of course, it won't be enough for Shay to heal but having someone there, listening to you or just holding your hands as they shake...

It can make a difference.

Not to mention, Desmond also has vague knowledge of what had happened thanks to Connor's memories. Not of Shay himself because Achilles was cagey about that but Desmond knows Achilles. He doesn't think Achilles would do such a thing. It's not the man that he is.

But Desmond can't say that. He can't just be like "oh no, Achilles wouldn't do that". Not when his cover is that he was a sailing with his dad and they got separated (Shay remembers his own dad at that and Desmond inadvertently got brownie points)

So the Shay that returns to the homestead would be less angry but would demand answers. Achilles, Hope and Liam would be wary of Desmond, of course, but Shay would be protective of him (which would make them more sus because he just came out of nowhere and suddenly he's buddy-buddy with Shay?)

So Shay tells them Desmond is a victim. He survived Portugal as well.

And Desmond says half-truths like "I was in Portugal when the earthquake happened" "I was with my father and my friends before" and all that.

There's a tense conversation between Shay and Achilles and that's when Desmond slips, calling Achilles an idiot and POEs are not to be trifled with.

And that's the day Desmond had to make up a story.

His story?

His family and friends were an offshoot branch that was focused on finding POEs, descended from the Levantine Brotherhood (because Ezio's Italian Brotherhood might bite him in the ass later but the Levantine Brotherhood had so few records he'd probably be fine). He was there to find the same POE but was late.

(Cue Shay feeling guilty over what he believe is his fault, that he caused the earthquake that killed Desmond's family and friends)

I think in this storyline, Shay wouldn't betray the Brotherhood. But he'll definitely become a 'Rogue Assassin'. He might even join Desmond who now has to give an excuse of "One of our last missions was the Grand Temple here???" which also gives him an excuse to meet Ziio and baby Connor so that's a plus.

(And since we're with baby!Connor again, Haytham will have a hard time being a sugar daddy this time because Shay's gonna be the overprotective bff. Their relationship would definitely turn into:

"Mister Cormac. I see you're still alive." "Mister Kenway. Shame, isn't it? Perhaps you should have better Templars."

and Ziio and Desmond would just ignore them)

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #shay cormac #teecup writes/has a plot

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treason-and-plot · 2 years

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She was an absolute legend, I was devo when she died.

REPLIES TO CONNOR'S OFFER:

@streetlites

Oof 😅

@streetlites

But he did say he wasn't thinking about kissing her at the awards ceremony after he found she smoked so maybe he's trying to put his foot in the door? Because if his father is head of an accounting firm, there's probably some staff accountant that will gladly tutor him for brownie points. 😆

I think that could be very likely! He has also been sitting next to her in class recently so I wonder what his reasons are for that- physical or mental attraction, lol? I guess time will tell!

@dandylion240

Not what she was expecting....wonder how she's going to react to that.

One of the things I admire about Saffron is that she is pretty resilient- she always bounces back from things pretty quickly.

@wannabecatwriter

Tutoring means spending more time together, wink wink, nudge nudge.

@anamoon63

Maybe not exactly what she wanted to hear, but it's a start. Go for it, Saffron!

Yeah, exactly! Baby steps, lol!

@batsheba

Not what I hoped he would say. But who knows it may lead to other stuff...

And word may get to Liam they they are spending time together which would be excellent!

@windermeresimblr

It's good to have friends, Saffy!

And Lord knows Saffy needs friends!

@sweetnovember77

Perfect! If Saffron's body is charged with a prickle of superiority, then she should be flattered. Conner has validated her ability to influence someone.

She can't deny she enjoys the attention. Connor is a bit of an enigma and would be quite a catch!

@gifappels-stuff

🤣 Taking the wind right out of her sails... !! 👏👏 However I also get the idea Conner might be aware of her narcissism (is that the right term?) and toying with Saffron a bit?

That's a very intriguing idea! I don't know if he is the toying/ teasing type though...he seems a very serious young insect!

@kscriba

Honestly I would prefer to be called the smartest person in my class, embrace it Saffy

Yeah, I think a part of her would definitely be embracing it, once her embarrassment has receded!

@kscriba

oh and let's take a moment to appreciate Saffron's iconic shirt

@queeniecook

I love how she was so sure he was getting ready to admit a crush lmao

Lol! I do enjoy seeing my Sims with proverbial egg on their faces!

@ktarsims

Ahahahaha. Not the confession she wanted. He likes your brains, Saffy.

@whyhellosims

911 I would like to report a murder! Oh gosh, Saffy, what a change, a man who doesn't objectify you or fawn on you for the fortunate arrangement of your genes! He has no idea (or maybe he does, he doesn't strike me as an idiot boy) that he just gave her ego a major pile driver XD

LMBOOOO! Connor is definitely an enigma in more ways than one! A man who appreciates a woman for her brains...he's a keeper! ;=)

@muses-circle

Bahahahahahaha!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 This moment is priceless.

@lilsisterg

🤭🙃

She had it coming, what can I say? ;=)

@zosa95

It's together time, sweetie. Run with it!

@simlicious

everyone knows that "tutoring" can be a lot of fun 😉 I think Connor really means tutoring when he says it, but he has hormones, too, so this could very well lead to slightly more carnal studies!

Yeah, I think he really means it too! But he has expressed an interest in kissing Saffy, even though it was vetoed by her smoking, so who really knows what may happen?

@thegingehinge yeah it sucks big hairy balls!

@streetlites I think you may be right! ;=)

#gif warning #replies

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Retrospective: “Faybane” #1

This is where it all started, on July 8th, 2016. Although probably a bit earlier than that, but this is the earliest thing I can find that’s actually written down, so that’s what counts. And back in the day I didn’t let ideas marinate the way I do now, I just started writing pretty much as soon as I got the idea.

Anyway, the document was created at this point in time according to Google Docs, and was last modified in October 3rd, 2016. It’s only 3 chapters long, plus one incomplete fourth chapter, and the whole thing is about 17k words.

Which is a lot for 3 chapters. I would say something about how I’m less wordy now, but the latest draft is like 107k words long, so, like, I will always struggle with shutting the fuck up, methinks.

Also, the reason this is called “Faybane” is because that was the working title I used, and the name of this document. I thought it’d be the proper title but like. It’s bad lmao.

Anywhomst, let’s get into it!

Some background info for those who are new or need a refresher: this WIP became a thing after I read and was disappointed by A Court of Thorns and Roses by SJM, as well as The Iron King by Julie Kagawa and some book by Holly Black, was it Tithe?

ACOTAR was the biggest culprit. I feel that this is important to keep in mind as we go through this mess.

We open on Sidra in the forest with a bunch of men she calls a hunting party. It’s clear she doesn’t want to be there, but since she’s the only decent hunter among them and it’s her sister’s wedding today, she has to make the kill to feed the people attending said wedding.

This is, as the kids say, big stupid, and seems like a very ill-prepared celebration? I guess it makes some sense for them to want fresh meat, but this fresh? What if they didn’t find anything? What if they didn’t manage to kill anything? Is the whole thing cancelled? Stupid.

We find out they’ve been hunting a boar and that this dude named Liam, our Gaston replacement, previously wounded the animal but didn’t kill it, causing it to flee and force the hunting party to follow. It’s up to Sidra to make the killing blow, which she does with an arrow straight into its head. This was back when Sidra was still YA Heroine Extraordinaire and the time period was Vaguely Medieval, I guess.

They begin taking their quarry back home and Sidra thinks about how she normally doesn’t hunt this close to the “Faewilds” because animals closer to the border are said to be bigger and more violent. There isn’t an actual border, people just had to rely on intuition and not wander too far into the forest.

She also mentions a girl named Wilda, who disappeared fairly recently and everyone suspects it was the fae. This isn’t relevant now, but Wilda will return in later drafts, I think.

Everybody, especially my family, knew that I was one of the best archers in town, whether I used a bow or a crossbow.

Shut up, Not!Feyre. Nobody likes you.

I should mention that at this point I didn’t bother googling how big wild boars get and just assumed they were the size of like, a thick medium dog. Which is, if you know how big boars are, very incorrect. Four men pulling the animal seems realistic enough, but then Liam just lifts it up on his own? Not buying it.

Sidra laments how much she hates Liam and we find out that he apparently tried to assault her and she stabbed him? And apparently she’s not happy about his marriage to Sinéad but can’t do anything about it because “Father’s word is law” and Sinéad herself laughed it off when Sidra tried to warn her?

Yeah, gonna call bullshit on that one. No idea why this was here or what purpose it serves, the reason Liam doesn’t exist in the latest draft is because I never figured out what his purpose was so I axed him entirely.

Current!Sidra would just kill him the moment he showed an interest in Sinéad, and Current!Sinéad would 100% believe her sister about something like that.

Some bloke named Connor strikes up a conversation with Sidra, seemingly worried about being this far away from human civilization. Liam teases him about it and calls the fae “knife-ears”, because I still had brainrot back then and liked Dragon Age and had zero original ideas in my head.

The men make jokes about having sex with fae women and Sidra seems so disturbed by this that she nocks an arrow. This isn’t the first time she makes references to feeling unsafe around these men, I have no idea why I wrote it this way aside from being edgy, I guess.

My village was mostly populated by men, and even though I wasn’t one of the pretty girls there, I knew these men weren’t picky, even with all their talk about beautiful fae women. I’d heard that fae women would kill their men after sleeping with them. I had no way of know it was true, but a part of me hoped it was and that Liam would some day soon get “lucky” and encounter a female fae, so she could end his misery.

Edgy, dude.

They eventually arrive and Sidra goes inside her house, which is a simple cottage with three rooms. I think her family are all farmers? It’s kind of confusing. She goes into her and Sinéad’s bedroom, where Sinéad is preparing for her wedding. Also, she’s blonde.

“Sid! There you are!” she said cheerily. “Killed a boar, huh? Good on Liam for taking all the credit.”

If you know your man is trash, why are you marrying him?

Apparently Liam seduced Sinéad with sweets and baked goods. I mean ... fair enough. Considering how Sidra complains about being hungry and skinny and going without food if she doesn’t kill the boar because this year’s harvest was minimal, I’m assuming y’all are starving.

We find out Sinéad’s mother doesn’t let her do anything around the house or farm, to preserve her “soft and white” hands and pale complexion so she could be married off easily. This makes zero sense, you’d think these medieval men wouldn’t have the same beauty standards as Victorian England, plus having a mouth to feed that doesn’t even help feeding itself is just nuts.

But remember, this isn’t Sidra, this is Not!Feyre. She needs to be sad and put-upon and a victim. She explains how she was never pretty to begin with and thus nobody considered her to be worthy of marrying off, which then meant she was put to work and became even less attractive because now she was so cool and badass that all the men were intimidated by her.

Yeah, in a village that already doesn’t have a lot of young women? I’m not buying this, lmao. But go off, Not!Feyre.

I’d been the one helping around, instead. Hunting, mostly. Sometimes I’d chop wood or work the farm. Marrying out of the house seemed impossible. Marrying up was practically a dream you forgot upon waking. Had I been pretty from the start there would’ve been a foundation to work from, but I was a lost cause even before my skin became tan and my hands grew veined and calloused. I had freckles which people mistook for mud and dull brown eyes, a long nose that had been broken one time too many and a mouth that made it look like I constantly felt a bad smell no matter what facial expression I made. I’d always been of rather short stature and had brown hair and thick eyebrows, which in combination with everything else made my parents call me their “little goblin”. The scar on my face didn’t help me either: men didn’t like it when their women were more battle-hardened than they were.

Oh god please, don’t go off! We don’t care! Stop going off!

Also what fucking parents call their poor kid a goblin? Yikes.

Sinéad convinces Sidra to get prettied up and Sidra is all “oh I bet all the men will just fall over themselves for my favor now huh” which is just the most annoying fucking thing, prompting Sinéad to respond:

“Well, winter is coming and game is scarce. If they want to survive, marrying the best hunter in the village might be a good bet.”

Yeah! This is correct! I refuse to believe people wouldn’t be into Sidra! Not only does everyone apparently know she’s the best hunter in town, but Sidra herself confirmed the men here outnumber the women and aren’t very picky.

This is fucking stupid. I’m glad I axed it. In my defense, I was very much trying to emulate the YA shit I’d read so far.

Sidra’s grandmother enters the stage. She’s very old in this draft, but otherwise unchanged.

She was a short and wrinkled old lady with extremely bad vision and an even worse grasp on reality. Or maybe an extremely acute grasp on reality, depending on whether you believed her stories or not.

Sidra changes out of the dress again to go out and help her father prepare the boar, all while sulking.

I didn’t envy Sinead, nor any other bride. Despite what most people thought of me, I wasn’t some poor ugly girl longing for the love of a man and the security of marriage. Did I enjoy the idea of having somebody care for me? Sure. But it wasn’t on my list of priorities. I was still trying to figure out what actually was on that list. Not that it mattered. The prospects for a poor village girl were very finite.

Womp womp.

We get some confusing and barely related stuff about Sidra possibly becoming a royal hunter for the king and also about where the village is located in relation to the Faewilds. She speculates that maybe the fae aren’t real, but the way she and everyone else talks about them makes it pretty obvious that they are? This was supposed to build mystery, I guess.

We skip forward to the wedding and Sidra is moping again.

“How are you feeling?” Father asked and squeezed my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure why he was doing that. I assumed it had something to do with the wedding and the fact that despite there being fewer women than men here, I was still not asked to dance. Though this didn’t really bother me, so I just shrugged.

“It doesn’t bother me. Anyway I will continue to mope and feel bitter about this thing that doesn’t bother me.” Hunny ...

At least Current!Sidra has the self-awareness to admit she’s sad and lonely.

[Father’s] marriage to Sinead’s mother was never out of love, more out of necessity. It was easier when you had a big family.

Except for when this “big family” is 3 people who work and 2 people who are just being fed, right? See, I knew back then that having a big family helps when you have a farm, but I also needed to make Sidra Special so Sinéad had to sit on her ass to highlight how pretty and feminine she was or whatnot.

Bleh.

They talk a bit about Sidra’s mother, who passed away five years ago, and Sidra reminisces about how she used to tell amazing stories. It’s all very ... whatever, and serves only to make this point for the hundredth time:

I wasn’t like Mother. I wasn’t full of life and spirit like her. I wasn’t loved and respected by the entire village like her. I was just her disappointing child whose existence they’d rather forget except when they wanted something killed.

Right after this there’s a really abrupt scene transition. Nothing about the wedding coming to an end, nothing about her going to bed, it’s just ... some while later?

Sidra’s father comes back home from ??? and tells Sidra he saw a stag somewhere, but it was hours ago so she better get a move on.

I’m not sure what either of them thinks this will accomplish? Like ... what is she gonna do with it when she kills it ... Carry it home? On her little boney ass? Hmm? I guess I didn’t think of that because I had meta knowledge that she wouldn’t get it home either way, so who cares about logic, right?

Sidra kills two rabbits while stalking the deer, and despite telling us earlier that she doesn’t venture far away from human civilization and the boar hunting being the farthest she’d been and that she wouldn’t go this far alone, she has no issue dwelling very deep into the forest this time.

Like. Henlo? Can we have one logic please and thanks you? Granted, she keeps stopping every now and then to Feel Things Out, but this really goes against how careful she was before and at no point do we get an explanation to her sudden boldness. Plot reasons, I guess.

She nearly stumbles into fae territories and finally decides to head back, except when she starts returning, she sees the stag she’s been tracking. It’s abnormally huge and has a “dark brown” coat that she finds odd, but of course she’s too stupid to connect the dots.

She sneaks up on it and honestly? This chapter ending still slaps.

A scream of pain left the creature and I saw it topple. But though my arrow hit a deer, a man fell to the ground.

DUN DUN DUN.

And yeah, the ACOTAR roots rear their ugly heads again. I liked the idea of the protagonist shooting a fae disguised as an animal, but I decided to cut out the middleman and just have her obliterate Val right in chapter one. Don’t worry, he doesn’t die.

#retrospective #my writing

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Grimsby pt. 5

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Declan greeted us with an “Oi, lads” as he walked past us to the kitchen. He took me completely by surprise. The beer, the weed, the fatigue, the everything had me zone out and only concentrate on what was immediately in front of me. The beer, the weed, the heat and smell of big Jace next to me, and the FIFA game I was slowly losing. I had completely forgotten the possibility of Declan. He returned from the kitchen, Stella in one hand and a Lidl bag in the other.

“O'Rourke down at 2 lit the grill. I bought some bangers for us. You coming Jace?” “Always”

He threw down the controller on the table and got up. I still wasn’t grasping what was going down. Jace looked down at me as I aimlessly was moving my team around while trying to comprehend what was happening.

“You’ll lose. Come.”

I accepted what he told me, pressed pause and got up to join them outside. The afternoon sun made everything too hot and too bright, after smoking weed in front of the TV for hours. Jace and Declan talked about something as we walked down the street to number two. I was too buzzed to try to comprehend. I could see a small group standing at the end of the street, in front of us. They looked young, all dressed similar to us, perhaps with less shirts on, and everyone holding a can or a bottle in one hand.

“I got one left” “What?”

I looked at Declan, followed his eyes towards his hand. He was holding out a nicotine patch towards me. I took it, removed the package and stuck it up inside my T-shirt, somewhere on the chest. Fuck, I’m still wearing the track suite from work, I realized. The one that didn’t smell like weed. Didn’t.

“This is Chayse. Lives in 10. He’s cool” “Cheers mate!”

I took a swig out of the bottle of blue wkd in my hand and nod towards the group. Where the fuck did I get that from? Who drinks that kiddie stuff? Just how fucked up am I, really? If they could tell I was high as a kite, which of course they could, they didn’t appear to give a fuck. Everyone was busy chatting, having a beer and whatever else they were doing. This wasn’t so much a party as it was a bunch of lads having a beers on the street, spilling out into the main road. A white, plastic outdoor chair was placed outside the door of number 2. An extension cord snaked its way from the house and was draped over the arm rest, with nothing plugged in. The BBQ setup turned out to be a couple of single use grills, coal on aluminium trays, probably bought at the nearest petrol station. Declan got a pack of vacuum packed hot dogs from his Lidl bag, tore it open, and dumped the sausages on one grill. One of the unfamiliar guys I’d just greeted turned towards me.

“Aight, did you catch Chelsea Arsenal?” “Of course”

It was one of the games I watched with Declan, and I wasn’t even drunk or debilitatingly high, like now, when I did it. I even remembered some of what the commentators said.

“What you think about the first score?” “It was his first for the season, was it?” “Was it? You might be right, mate. What’d you think about it?” “I can’t even describe it.” “With you, mate. Fucking epic doesn’t cut it”

I shocked myself that I could string together some commentary fragments with empty statements and pass them along as conversation. Not wanting to press my luck I tried to be as agreeable as possible through all the footie talk.

“Oi! Bun!”

Declan threw a hot dog bum at me, which I didn’t catch, but quickly scooped up from the ground. Not trusting my dexterity I put down my blue wkd next to the plastic chair. I stepped over to the grill and grabbed one of Dec’s sausages in the bun. I realized I was starving, as I bit into the hot dog.

“This is fucking great, mate!” “Lidl deluxe onion pork bang. Best there is. Farewell bang, innit” “You’re leaving?” “Want to beat the traffic. It’s been fun.”

I didn’t know what to feel. Most of all I was annoyed he’d drop the news on me like five minutes before he’d drive away. Communication wasn’t his thing though. But it felt like I was going to miss him. Without him I was back to knowing no one here. No, I knew Jace, I immediately realized. It’s like a relay, where I’m handed over, moving further and further away from where I started. Declan didn’t know who I was, but he knew I wasn’t Chayse Brown, at least not this version. Jace only knew what I was now.

Someone from the group took a seat in the white plastic chair, and another one connected a clipper to the extension and started to buzz his head. I couldn’t see a difference, as it was short to start with.

“Hey, Declan. Thanks for everything.” “Safe. Keep your phone charged.”

He walked away towards the car, stella in hand. I stepped back to the chair and grabbed the blue bottle. I took a swig out of it, and almost choked on my big gulp. It wasn’t my blue wkd but something far stronger. I looked at the label and saw a bottle of MD 20/20 blue raspberry. Still fucked up, apparently, because those bottles are nothing alike.

“Hey, are you stealing my shit!” shouted the boy in the chair, jumped up and started to puff his chest. “No, I’m... mistaken” “It fucking looks like you are stealing.” he was staring right at me, just inches away when he suddenly relaxed. “I’m just messing with you. That is yours?” he pointed at the blue wkd still standing next to the chair. “Yeah, I think so.” “Here, take over from Liam” “I don’t know how to... I’ve never used a clipper before.” “Nothing to it. Just move it around until it looks even.”

Liam handed over the clipper to me as the boy got back in the chair. He was right. There was nothing to it. In a few more strokes, though probably much slower than proper, he looked “even”. Not that I would know.

“Here, take a seat and I’ll fresh you up for Friday. Yours looks pretty mint, but I’ll fresh the sides for you.”

I had no idea what he meant, but took a seat to go with the flow. He lathered the sides of my head all around with shaving foam, and then picked up a Gilette razor from a kitchen plate and started to shave my head. It was all bizarre to me.

“You do this a lot?” “What?” “Hairdressing” “Just taking turns freshing up the lads for Friday. It happens.”

Someone new came up to me and stuck a can of Fosters in my hand. “Oi. I’m Connor”

I could feel the headache pulsate with my heartbeat as UK Bounce blared out of the phone’s alarm app. I was in my bed, no, on my bed, again without remembering getting there, and fully dressed. I would take the bus to the dock, I already knew that. Should I snooze or bother with a shower?

As I walked to the bathroom the door to the second bedroom was open, and I was reminded that Declan left yesterday. I wondered if he brought the plastic bag with my old clothes with him, or if he had already binned them. I looked into the room. A couch and a cheap home gym. I’d forgotten that it was even here, since I hadn’t looked into the room since the first day. Fuck, that was only days ago.

My eyes were red and I looked like I was decomposing. By contrast my skull was shiny, like a doorknob with a round little carpet on top. The slits in the eyebrow were more pronounced too. Apparently someone touched them up, though I had no memory of it. What was the name of the guy? Liam?

I took a shower, and some of the magic was back. It felt so good. I was hoping that some 3-in-1 would wash off some grease, and make me less shiny. I didn’t really do much, but then the people at the dock didn’t appear to give much of a fuck. I put on the the clothes I had on me when I entered the bathroom, lit a cigarette, and left the house. I felt like a zombie shuffling to the bus stop in the morning darkness.

I’d finished my cigarette by the time I got there, but still craved more, so I lit another one and inhaled deep. Why didn’t I bring a morning beer? Because that’s not what actual humans do, a little voice in my head whispered. Still, would have been fucking nice right now. Luckily the bus peeked around the corner, so I didn’t have to wait for long. I should probably learn the time table.

There were a few people on the bus, but not many. They were all staring like I wasn’t welcome. I guess I didn’t look my best after what I’ve been through. Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. I decided to sit at the back to avoid the glares of people. It wasn’t until I was just about to stomp out my cig I realized I was smoking on the bus. Fuck. And no one told me not to, not even the driver. In fact, I just realized, I hadn’t even paid fare. Why didn’t he tell me?

One glance at my reflection in the bus window, and I had my answer. I looked like trouble, and he didn’t want any. I felt guilty all the way to the dock, and plonked down two pounds at the driver as I exited the bus. Regardless what Liam, or whatever, said I did not intend to become a thief.

Drudge time.

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3.2 Note: I am not a doctor nor a firefighter nor a policeman. I research whatever I can before I start writing and sometimes that takes hours. Nothing is 100% accurate (especially for events set in Chicago Med) although I hope it is.

3.5 WRITING LIST:

3.6 Note: Requests are currently OPEN for all fandoms!!!

3.7 Note: Your requests do not have to be strictly romantic (Sibling!Reader or other are also (obviously) allowed).

---More shows and characters will be added through time

✏ TV SHOWS (alphabetical order)

9-1-1 (✓)

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Bobby Nash

Howard "Chimney" Han

BRIDGERTON (✓)

Simon Basset

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Prince Friedrich

CHICAGO FIRE (S01-S06)

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Peter Mills

Jimmy Borelli

Christopher Herrmann

Brian “Otis” Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

CHICAGO PD (S01-SO2)

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Jay Halstead

Hank Voight

Alvin Olinsky

CHICAGO MED (✓)

Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead

Ethan Choi

Noah Sexton

Crockett Marcel

James Lanik

DYNASTY (S01-S02)

Blake Carrington

Jeff Colby

Liam Ridley

Michael Culhane

ELITE (✓)

Guzmán Nunier Osuna

Samuel García Domínguez

Christian Varela Expósito

Leopoldo Benavent Villada (Polo)

PEAKY BLINDERS (✓)

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

Alfie Solomons

Michael Gray (I currently cannot stand this dude)

TEEN WOLF (✓)

Scott Mcall

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Liam Dunbar

Derek Hale

THE ORIGINALS (✓)

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Rebekah Mikaelson

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (✓)

Number Five

Diego Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (✓)

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore (hate him)

Alaric Saltzman

Lorenzo St. John

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert (hate her even more)

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

THE QUEEN’S GAMBIT (✓)

Benny Watts

Townes

Harry Beltik

THE WITCHER (✓)

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

WANDAVISION (✓)

See under ‘Marvel Universe’.

✏ MOVIES

HARRY POTTER

Oliver Wood

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

The Marauders era

James Potter

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

MARVEL UNIVERSE

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Bruce Banner / Hulk

Thor

Loki

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Nick Fury

James Rhodes / War Machine / Iron Patriot

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier / White Wolf

Sam Wilson / Falcon

Vision

Scott Lang / Ant-Man

T'Challa / Black Panther

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

Stephen Strange

Peter Quill / Star-Lord

Pietro Maximoff

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Alec

Benjamin

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Embry Call

EXPENDABLES

Lee Christmas

Barney Ross

Billy The Kid

Smilee

Mars

Thorn

Hale Caesar

Yin Yang

Toll Road

Gunnar Jensen

Booker

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