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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 6

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Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive conversations, fluff, fingering, soft smut

A/N: A little treat for the horndogs <3

"O-oh god! It's too big Nev, 's not gonna...c-can't-"

"Oh It's going to fit, don't worry pretty girl. Daddy's gonna fuck you so good. You want that, don't you baby?" He asked, cooing as she nodded frantically, tongue lulled out the side of her mouth. Neville had barely gotten past the tip before she began whining, crying about how big he was. He couldn’t help but lose control, shoving himself deep inside her, pistoning his hips at an ungodly pace. His eyes lingered on her chest, entranced by the hypnotic sway that they had due to his thrust. Pinning her hands to the bed, their eyes locked in an intense moment.

“O-oh fuck princess, you’re so tight. You gonna cum? Hm? Gonna make a-”

“Nev?” he snapped up, a heavy gasp leaving his lips as looked to his side. (Y/n) sat there, a confused look on her face. “Are you alright? I think you were having a nightmare. You kept making a bunch of noises in your sleep!” he felt his face flush, clearing his throat as he looked away from her. His heart began to race as she climbed into his lap, turning his face towards hers. He looked at her, hoping his nerves weren't clear on his face. Due to the snickers he heard in the background, he was certain it was obvious to just about everyone but her what the issue was.

“Hey um, petal, you might wanna move.” he whispered to her, trying to keep her hips from his troubled area.

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head once more as she moved back. Her eyes widened at the newfound breeze on her rear due to her skirt being lifted up. Not sure of what the cause was she moved back slightly, gasping at the feeling of something hard and long against her ass. Suddenly it all set in, he was- “O-oh. I’m sorry Nev.” she squeaked, quickly hopping from his lap. She smoothed down her skirt, clearing her throat as she eyed everyone in the room awkwardly. While the pair seemed flustered, the team couldn’t get enough of the interaction.

“Well I guess it’s clear why you’re the boss now.” Fred said, laughing as he motioned to the large tent in the man’s pants. George gave him a low five, joining him in his laughter as Neville glared at them all. Who were they to make him feel embarrassed? Standing up he adjusted the tent in his pants but despite his efforts, his dick was still prominent through his slacks.

“Poor (Y/n). She’s not gonna live to see another day after that thi-”

“Would you lot quit it?! When the fuck are we landing?” Neville growled at the bunch, causing the laughter to cease. Everyone knew what it was like to deal with an enraged Neville and that was the last thing they wanted. If the plane hadn't already landed, he’d shoot it right out the sky.

“We’ve actually just landed, boss. I was going to tell you before this little…situation that just occurred. Your bags have already been brought to the villa to ensure we have maximum time to scope out the museum.” Harrison said, giving the man a nod. He hummed, giving him a nod. “In the meantime, the city is yours to roam girls. We’ll be sending two men with you for your safety.” he snapped his fingers and two tall men appeared, their scary appearance paired with “tourist” clothing. What was supposed to be a disguise was just a funny sight of two muscle heads in brightly colored floral shirts. The (h/c) haired girl walked over to the leader, tugging on his sleeve some. He looked down at her, face softening at the pout on her face.

“Will we be able to spend some time together eventually? I know this is technically a work trip for you but I-I’d really like to spend time with you.” she said, making his heart melt. She never failed to make his heart burst, unreasonably cute without even trying. He had already planned on making time for her but now it wasn’t just something on his list, but his main priority. Stroking her cheek gently he put a soft kiss on her forehead.

“ ‘Course petal. In the meantime,” he leaned down sucking on the skin below her ear as he let out a chuckle, “Why don’t you go buy yourself something pretty for me?” her eyes widened but she nodded regardless, looking at him with a shocked expression as he pulled away. Before she could respond Twyla began to drag her, yanking her down the stairs of the jet.

“Come on babes! We’ve got some shopping to do.”

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“Was it really necessary to send them with us?” (Y/n) whispered, looking over her shoulder at the two large men that had been following them from a distance. “I mean, everyone’s looking!” she hissed, pointing to a group of people that were pointing and whispering to them. Twyla shrugged, a subtle skip to her walk.

“Just means we look important! You worry too much, babes. We’re on an expense paid trip to Italy and we don’t have to pay for any of these clothes? There could literally be an angry mob after us and that still wouldn’t kill my mood!” she sighed, still noticing the girl’s tense mood. “Plus, Neville would want you to enjoy yourself. Speaking of him…” she grabbed the girl’s hand, walking into the lingerie store on the left. She looked at her confused.

“Why are we here? Nev already bought me underwear.” she asked, following Twyla as she began to grab different sets off the racks. Another layer of confusion was added on when she noticed that she wasn’t grabbing her own size. Twyla let out a snort, throwing the small pile that she had somehow amassed into her arms.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You’re telling me after today’s little ordeal that you haven’t noticed? Your hottie has definitely been thinking of banging your brains out.” she said, giggling at the girl’s bashful expression. “I’m only telling the truth! And judging by your reactions, you’ve been thinking about it too.” she pondered her words for a moment. It wasn’t not not true. She most certainly had thought about Neville in more unsavory ways. Even before their reuniting, (Y/n) always thought about him as she attempted to get herself off, imagining they were his hands touching her bringing her to a well deserved climax. However anytime she’d get close, she’d become overwhelmed with the thought that what she had been doing was shameful. Masturbating to her old crush from school? What could be more dirty?

“I-I guess I have thought about it once or twice..” she admitted. “B-but I don’t have the balls to just walk out in something like this! What if he laughs at me?” Twyla gawked at the girl, blinking repeatedly. She could not believe her ears.

“Are you kidding me?! The only sound that will be leaving that man’s mouth is the sound of him telling you to get on your knees.” she responded, turning back around to look through the racks for more. “Plus, it’s not like you have to pounce on the man. All I’m saying is wait for the right time, maybe after a nice dinner or something then boom, whip out the goods. You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose. If that’s all then let’s check out then go get massages! I’m making you pamper yourself this trip. Merlin knows you need a break.”

(Y/n) was thankful for Twyla’s pep talk knowing the blonde was right. Neville would like anything she did; it was just a matter of when she should do it.

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And pampering they had done. (Y/n) and Twyla had been to just about every ritzy spot Italy had to offer them. After their shopping trip, the taller girl had taken them to get massages. It was funny how the masseuse instantly knew it was her first time from the abundance of knots in her back and when the man was done? She was most certainly an inch taller! They also had gone for manicures (despite having done that a few days ago..). Being bold she decided to get a set out of her comfort zone which she was beyond satisfied with. But the hot Italian sun combined with all the running around had tired her out, resulting in the driver bringing them to the villa.

The villa wasn’t as big as Neville’s second manor but was still insanely big. After the bodyguard had carried her bags to her room for her, she climbed into the brand new silk robe she had gotten, laying on the bed drinking the smoothie the maid had gotten for her. It was nice, just being able to relax. Throughout her years of working, (Y/n) rarely took off days. A lot of the time she’d even cover shifts for employees that couldn’t make it and even when the bakery was closed she would come in, fixing things up and tidying up mindlessly. Numerous times Twyla had caught the girl there when she wasn’t supposed to be and forced her to go home out of concern for her health.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, widening with enthusiasm as she saw the tattooed man in the doorway, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Hopping up she ran over to him, jumping into his arms which he gladly accepted, holding her tightly. “I missed you.”

He smiled, setting the flowers down to hold her better before placing a soft peck to her lips. “I missed you too, love. I left early so I could spend some time with you.” his eyes moved to the bags in the corner of the room, chuckling at the large pile. “I’m guessing your shopping trip was successful?” she felt her face heat up at his lack of knowledge of the lingerie that lay within one of them.

“I guess you could say that. Come, come! I wanna relax with you.” she began dragging him over to the bed, straddling him once he was situated. They sat in a comfortable silence with Neville holding the girl close to his chest, just appreciating the closeness he had with her. Since they’re reunion, every intimate moment, be it sexual or not, had been interrupted by some instance where he was needed somewhere else. He hadn’t been able to spend nearly as much time as he wanted with her but now he had her all to himself. His hands rubbed at her back gently until he got bored, deciding to test the waters. He knew it’d take a while before they’d get anywhere near what happened in his dream but he was willing to wait. He’d do anything to be able to touch her, feel her in a way that was less than innocent. As he gripped at her ass with one hand he brought the other one up to her cheek, cupping it as he pulled her into a deep and sensual kiss.

She gladly accepted, kissing back as she brought herself closer to him, playing with the bits of loose hair at the base of his neck. He began to nibble on her lip before pulling away, trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck. A mewl sounded from her, causing him to pull away slowly. Gripping at her waist above her robe, he gazed into her eyes intently. “You wearin’ anything under here?” he asked, watching as she looked down, shaking her head. “No? God you’re making it so hard for me to not just fuck you right here.” he sighed some, reaching for the ties on her robe. He stopped, looking at her once more for confirmation. She nodded frantically before stopping, feeling slightly embarrassed from how eager she was. With one soft tug, her robe was undone revealing her soft supple breast which he instantly went for. With his lips wrapped around one he began to lick and suck at the other, both of them moaning in unison. After a while of him teasing her sensitive nubs she began to grow impatient, rocking her hips against his gently as she let out a soft whimper.

“P-please..” she moaned breathlessly, not too sure of what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted something, anything. Everything he did had her near her edge, from his kisses to his tongue and she needed to feel more. Pulling away he looked at her, thinking for a moment before pulling the two of them up.

“I wanna try something,” he said, positioning in front of the mirror. “He pushed back the fabric of her robe, putting her pussy on full display. His pants tightened at the sight of her glistening folds which she avoided in the mirror. Neville gripped her chin gently, positioning it to look at her bits in the mirror, chuckling at her wide eyes, pupils fully blown with arousal. With his other hand, he began to massage up and down her thighs. He watched as her legs grew weak, shaking with anticipation. Trailing his fingers near her sex, tracing small patterns on the inside of her thighs.

He patted the side of her cheek with two fingers, pulling her attention away from herself to make eye contact with him through the glass. “Open up.” he whispered, small praises of approval leaving his mouth as she did. He took his thick digits, slowly pushing past her kiss stung lips. His eyes watched in the mirror as they entered her wet little mouth, groaning at the feeling of her soft tongue gliding along the underside of them. Pushing them a little further, she gagged, eyes tearing up. She looked so pretty with tears in her eyes, already fucked out before he had even put them in. It was hard to tell who wanted it more at this point but as Neville finally slid a finger into her folds, it was obvious. Hot tears fell down her face, already overwhelmed from it all. Pumping his finger in and out, his eyes flickered between her fucked out face and her pussy, juices already coating her thighs. Moving his face to her neck, he began to suck and kiss on her neck.

(Y/n) was becoming more and more desperate by the moment. She had subconsciously begun to play with her tits, rubbing and tugging on her nipples. “M-more, Nev please!” she begged to which he instantly complied, sliding another finger in. He began to work her open more, scissoring and stretching his fingers inside of her. Once her muscle had relaxed once again, he began to speed up his moment, the heel of his palm creating a slapping noise each time it’d meet her pussy.

“Merlin, baby, you’re soaked. Your messy little cunt’s just eating my fingers.” he purred out, chuckling deeply as he felt her clench at his words. Who knew his pretty little princess would get worked up so easily, slowly reaching her peak just from a few fingers and words? He used his other hand to rub at her clit, causing her knees to buckle, falling back onto him for support. He loved how much she relied on him, becoming a needy mess just for him. He curled his fingers up, aiming for her spot until he found it causing her to let out a loud cry, gripping onto his arm tightly. Neville watched as her face scrunched up, tears streaming down her face.

“N-need to….need ta….O-oh god Nev! I’m gonna-” before she could finish her eyes widened before snapping close, head falling back onto his shoulder as she rutted her hips against his fingers, whimpering as she rode out her high. He continued to rub at her clit, fingering her cunt until she began to whine, pushing him away. He smirked some, admiring her fucked out expression in the mirror. Her eyes were shut, pants puffy lips. He licked his lips at the sight of her cunt, sensitive and fucked out, messy and cum covered from her orgasm. As he pulled his fingers out, he had to stop himself from letting out a string of curses at the way her cream began to run hot down her legs along with the bit that had gathered on his fingers. Lifting them to his face he wasted no time, sucking and licking on them. He moaned softly, continuing to clean them thoroughly, not stopping until the only thing that remained was the salty taste of his own flesh.

“You look so pretty when you cum, flower.” he muttered, smiling as the girl just let out a soft ‘mhm’, half asleep and barely able to process his words. He took off her robe, lifting her up as he began to carry her to their private bathroom, letting out a content sigh at the events that had just happened. Although he hadn’t been able to get off himself, he was more than happy being able to just please her.

Afterall, it was what he wanted more than anything, to have his flower live in absolute happiness and pleasure.

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peanutpmingib · 4 years

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3 makes a crowd || YeoWooSan - Yeosang, Wooyoung, San

Summary : San is invited to a party after the first semester, he brings his boyfriends along and a mishap insues.

Watch out for : Scenes of attempted assault, physical fighting, drunken idiot ?? Lame party, oh main party host Jackson! Sorry I had to 🙈👉🏼👈🏼 not properly edited forgive me. Supporting cast Ateez ! Yeah ❤️

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“I was gone for five minutes, and you’ve already knocked someone out, and you didn’t even try to stop them! Are either of you going to explain yourselves?!?!!” San scolds them yelling over the obnoxiously loud bass coming from dated speakers.

“…..To be fair, they were a genuinely shitty person.” Wooyoung defends Yeosang.

“Incredibly shitty.” Is all Yeosang can say nodding his head.

Its was the end of the fall semester and San had been invited to a celebration party of sorts , commemorating the end of the grueling first half of the year, told to bring as many people along as he wants. Naturally he told the group chat he Wooyoung and Yeosang are in, titled “YSW Hotties”. It’s hosted by some of the foreign students and to be completely honest San doesn’t know most of them, but he’s always up for a good party.

The weather cold and the campus looked of one bleak color pallet of whites and grays thanks to the snow that didn’t seem to want to stop. San had spent most of the past weeks studying, taking exams and writing papers bundled up in so many layers in his room it was hard to see his face. God knows the dorm he shares with Wooyoung and Yeosang is never going to get its heating properly fixed. It felt good to be able to let loose again and out aside writing assignment till the next semester.

Yeosang wasn’t to keen of the idea of a party. He wanted to stay in the dorm, no matter how cold it got, he could always cuddle with his two boys to keep warm. It didn’t bother him.

Wooyoung was so excited. It had been a while since they all went out to party together and he was going to make it fun for them all and hopefully a cute memorable outing. Unbeknownst to him the outing would be memorable, but for all the wrong reasons.

The day started out fine, they got up at around 12 and made a late breakfast while still in their pjs. The party didn’t start till 7 and they weren’t planning to show up till 8 anyway. They had plenty of time. They passed the time watching movies and made lunch, pasta ala Yeosang and cuddled. The afternoon was spent with Wooyoung going through his whole closet trying on clothes in a frenzy wailing on about how he didn’t have anything cute to wear before San calmed him down rubbing circles on his back, telling him to relax and clean up. Yeosang patiently waiting for more cuddles. They had a light early dinner at 6, it was take out from a local noodle place, and hit the shower after.

Wooyoung started getting ready first and unsurprisingly still took the longest. He decided on fitted black jeans, a black jean jacket over a black turtle neck , chunky combat boots and a few chains hanging loosely around his neck.

Yeosang was in something similar, black jeans and a black turtle neck with a necklace hanging down, and shinny black dress shoes.

San kept with the all black theme with a black v neck sweater hanging loosely off his collar bones, loose black pants and all black converse.

They looked really good. The all black was a great choice and screamed “ we’re a trio ladies”.

By the time they showed up to the place the party was in full swing. Music could be heard as Yeosang parked his car on the curb. He grimaced as he wrapped the coat he wore over his fit around himself tightly and prepared himself for the night. He’s the designated driver so getting blackout drunk was not an option, sadly. Besides someone has to keep Wooyoung on a leash. They headed in to the relatively large house perched neatly on a street corner and wove their way through sweaty bodies to the kitchen for a few drinks, seeing a few familiar faces along the way. Yunho waved to them were he was seated on a couch in the middle of the living room surrounded by party goers, Mingi glued to his side holding his hand and staring intently. Jongho was sitting next to Mingi sipping a red solo cup and looking very uninterested in the party around him. They spotted Seonghwa and Hongjoong near the edge of the kitchen snacking on a plate of chips and laughing a fit. The trio didn’t expect to see the whole gang here at all, it was a present surprise but that was as good as the night got.

Things went down hill as soon as they split up. They were all in the kitchen at first talking and catching up with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, before they moved to the kitchen island where Wooyoung decided he would sit, hoisting himself up with Sans help. They stood together vibing and listening to the music that to be honest, soundly muffled, soft and wet ? Probably old speakers was Yeosangs bet. Sometimes they would be dancing casually before San said he needed to find the main host, Jackson was it, to talk to him about something. That left Wooyoung and Yeosang together, which was fine they didn’t mind. Yeosang took Wooyoung hand in his and leaned into his shoulder, now understanding why Jongho looked so bored when they first walked in. This was a pretty lame party. Full of freshman with subpar dancing and cheap alcohol. Wooyoung, normal the light of any party looked out of it too. Drawing shapes on the back on Yeosang hand and playing with his boyfriends hair.

Things got bad when some drunk lame came up to them asking if one of them had a lighter before his eyes settled on Wooyoung, whistling and claiming he was “the finest man he ever saw”. Wooyoung politely told him he didn’t have a lighter and he wasn’t interested as he hopped of the counter and next to Yeosang. Yeosang protectively wrapped an arm around his waist. This is were things should have ended but the dude didn’t know when to quit. He starting yelling about how he could treat Wooyoung so much better and he didn’t need an asshole like Yeosang in his life. Yeosang warned him to just back off he really did, he told him to just leave. But the dude refused yelling and insisting that Wooyoung come home with him. Yeosang kept cool and told him to fuck off but the breaking point came when the man leaned forward and tried to yank Wooyoung by the arm to him. That’s when Yeosang lost it, he sprung forward and socked him, he beat his ass real good to. The other party goers just backed away and watched, cups in hand mouths open. No one seemed to be able to move or look away. He dude finally managed to break free from Yeosang after Wooyoung started to pull him off deeming Yeosang has cause enough damage.

And that’s how we end up here. With a angry San and a cocky Yeosang knowing he won that fight by a landslide with literally not a scratch on him, and Wooyoung whipped for Yeosang as ever. The crowd that was around them watching the fight slowly dwindling.

“God do I even wanna know what happened? “ San groans as he pours himself a drink from the selection in the fridge.

“Some ass hole wouldn’t take a hint and didn’t wanna leave Woo alone and tried to put his hands on him so I beat his ass. Simple. “ Yeosang shrugs.

“Nun uh for real ? I thought you just got bored. Who was it lemme beat they ass next, trying to touch my baby. He didn’t hurt you did he babe ? San says taking Wooyoung had in his looking him in the eye.

“Nah I’m fine, y’all baby me to much I could’ve beat his ass just fine. “ Wooyoung scoffs.

“Yeah yeah we know but you like it when Yeosang gets mad and fights for you it’s not a secret “ San smirks at him.

“Yeah whatever, thanks tho baby” Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

“Mhm, you look hella good today but gotta remind people who’s you are munchin” Yeosang pats Wooyoungs head. A light blush covering woos cheeks.

“Can we leave? This was kinda a bust, they don’t even have any vodka.” Wooyoung sighs.

“Wooyoung baby why d o you want vodka ? “ San asks.

“Tasty “ shrugs Wooyoung

“Yeah whatever you want baby, let’s go though this place isn’t really the move. Wanna crash at Hongjoongs again ? I heard Yunho and his little group and going over too, they don’t like it here either.” Yeosang tells them looking at his phone, swiping through stories.

“Sure , yeah I saw Mingi he looked miserable “ San recalls.

“For real, let’s cheer em’ up then. Woo, babe, order take out will you ? Well get it on our way there.“ Yeosang tells him.

“Sure, the regular? But triple it right ? “ Wooyoung asks.

“Mhm” Yeosang hums.

“I’ll text the guys to double check with them “ San tells them.

“Alright” Wooyoung says.

They leave the kitchen and menuvior through a crowd that San thinks got bigger since he spots no open spaces to move through but instead has to bulldoze his way through a packed house ful, of people who don’t understand excuse me.

The three head out grabbing their coats with San saying goodbye to Jackson and his boyfriend, bam bam ?? He can’t remember. He’s the literal worst at names spare him. San tells him about the incident and Jackson promises they’ll find the bastard and give him a piece of their mind for sure.

They step out of the congested house to the nippy bitter winter air. Wooyoung instantly shivers and pulls on both of his boyfriends arms getting them closer to try and warm himself up. Yeosang smiles and wraps an arm around him. San links Wooyoungs arm in his to try and warm him up that way. By the time they reach their car, which was no more than a 2 minute walk, Wooyoungs teeth are clattering together as he whines on about how he hates the cold, a pout on his lips. Yeosang merely sighs a smile playing on his lips and opens his car for him.

Yeosang loves them both, he really does. Each loving him back with matched intensity. From Wooyoungs loud and vibrant personality to Sans dimpled smile they each hold a special place in his heart. No matter how hectic or complicated things can get with the three of them, Yeosang truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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kevintor · 4 years

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I Watch a Movie I Should Have Seen: Teen Witch

I had not heard of this movie until friends suggested it for my list of movies to watch. They especially pointed out the amazing rap moment and that’s really all I knew that I could not infer from the title.

This movie doesn’t waste time getting to the saxophone-heavy music. This is how it should be. I can’t tell you how many movies I watch that make me wait for the sax solo. And sometimes it doesn’t even come! Looking at you, The Godfather.

We’ve all had that dream where a mystery hunk in a dress shirt with rolled up, short sleeves and Cavariccis slinks towards you in the dark. Why do we have to wake up???

No matter how good you look and feel, never stand on a ledge in heels. Maybe block heels but not the ones she has on.

Louise’s little brother eats sheet cake under her bed and reads her diary, actually ripping pages out. He’s clearly a psychopath that deserves whatever magic comes his way.

Her dad is not creepy. He’s just someone who likes his daughter to wear his favorite color.

Hot guy from the dream (Brad) rocks a 5.0 Mustang and is dating the popular girl (Randa) living right across the street from Louise. Why do the important people in these movies always live so close to each other? I bet Brad went 300 feet before he had to honk that horn (not a euphemism) for Randa.

Louise’s best friend (Polly) is excessively frumpy. She has on so many layers, I don’t know how the bike could support the weight. She’s dressed like she’s arriving at Ellis Island from the old country.

Louise and Polly wear disrespectfully large trench coats most of the time. The kind I would only wear if I was trying to cut weight for a fight. I know Louise will eventually be made over into a hottie but she doesn’t really need to start in a cocoon. In She’s All That, they simply used glasses.

There’s a trio of rappers that serenade the school. I will call them The Leastie Boys.

Louise has skipped grades because she’s so smart. I get it now. If I was a younger kid amongst seniors, I’d want to hide myself under as much wool and tweed as possible.

There’s a particularly horrific scene where the diary page that her brother ripped out is accidentally handed in with her homework and the teacher reads the whole thing to the class. Between the brother, the dad, and this awful teacher, I’m not going to be surprised if there’s a clown in the sewers.

The girls’ gym uniform is.a purple leotard and that’s it. No shorts. No trench coat.

The popular girls spontaneously break into a song called “I Like Boys.” Is this a musical? She’s introducing them all to this song and they are choreographing it on the spot beautifully. I guess if you feel confident enough in that leotard, you can do anything.

It appears that the leotards are stuck to their bodies. They don’t ever take them off. They have clearly showered because they are drying their hair while still in the gym leotards.

Brad works out shirtless on the football field. He throws a football twice at a tire and never misses. They cut from the throw to the same shot of the ball traveling through the tire. “There’s no time to throw two balls through a tire! Use the same clip! We have six more hours of leotard footage to shoot!”

Quick question: If you were doing an audition for a play and your scene was a kissing one with the girl whose diary about being into you was read out loud in front of you, would you have any awkwardness in the audition? Brad doesn’t. Nothing weird about this. Does he have the memory of a goldfish?

Brad, too aroused by teenage hanky panky, almost runs over Louise on her bike. He stops the car and tries to help her by offering a ride home. Is Brad a misunderstood jock hunk? Randa makes him leave but he was really concerned. What a sweet goldfish man.

With a broken bike and no cell phones, Louise is forced to seek the help of the nearby fortune teller. The fortune teller (Madame Serena) doesn’t let her use the phone and basically robs her of the last cash she has on her.

Madame Serena notices something odd during her palm reading and asks her name again. When Louise says “Miller,” Madame Serena realizes she is a witch with powers that will come to fruition on her 16th birthday. We later learn that Madame Serena and Louise go back 100s of years with witch souls (or whatever). If you had a spiritual connection with someone named “Miller,” I think you wouldn’t miss it the first time. Maybe she should look into getting a third ear instead of a third eye.

We learn that Goldfish Brad can Fonzie a Coke out of a machine. The impressive part about this is that Cokes were only 60 cents. I want to go to there.

Louise turns 16 while her brother dry humps the table in excitement for birthday cake. Feel free to watch it. There’s other way to describe it.

Randa asks Louise if she’d like to go on a date with her cousin from out of town. This is definitely going to work out.

The cousin is an insane nerd who is acting as if he only has one night to live. He asks her if she wants to smoke weed at one point. Then once he’s all drugged up, he tries to get some loving in the car on the way home. It’s cringe-y. Thankfully Louise is gaining powers and makes him literally disappear.

Louise turns her brother into a dog. As if I didn’t hate him enough already, now he’s a talking animal. (See Hocus Pocus)

Madame Serena gives Louise a book of spells. She uses a spell to make the popular girls tell each other the truth. It starts off with calm “you’re not a good singer” insults but gets real, super fast. One points out the other’s “alkie mother.”

Louise wants to make Brad love her and it appears that the secret to casting a good spell is cayenne pepper or maybe paprika.

Brad comes over Louise’s house to work on his English paper. Louise apparently removes the hundreds of chairs from her room so they’d have to sit on the bed. How many chairs does a teenage girl typically have in her room? It’s certainly enough for each family member to barge in and immediately notice them all missing.

Louise thinks better of forcing Brad to like her and gets all the chairs out of her closet. She’s a good person deep down.

The awful teacher is back and this time, goes through Louise’s bag and shows her birth control pills to the class. How does this teacher, even in the 80s, have a job?

Louise rightfully gets revenge. She makes a voodoo doll of the teacher and makes him undress in front of the class. The principal catches him right as Louise pulls the dolls underwear down. Somehow he still has a job. Tenure is amazing.

We finally get to the Rap Off I’ve been hearing so much about. Leader of the Leasties and Polly battle it out for one verse each. Honestly, this could have gone on longer. I know there was magic behind it but Polly’s verse was fire.

Brad tells Louise that someone like him has to go out with the most popular girl in school no matter how terrible she is. Social expectations are the worst. Instead of convincing Brad that he doesn’t have to be with Randa, it would be easier to cast a spell to make yourself popular. Maybe even insanely popular.

The chunky knit sweater budget was out of control for this movie

We have a montage showing us the extent of her popularity. She gets applause when she arrives places. People follow her around. The Leastie Boys rap for her. And her wardrobe consists of so much more denim.

Brad takes her to a lookout point that they have to climb up to and she’s unfortunately too popular for sensible footwear. It’s hard to climb up a sunflower hill in heels. But you do what you have to do to wear the crown!

In this abandoned house, they take off some of their six layers of clothing. Then they make out in the dirty house like only the most popular kids in school could.

Everyone starts dressing and wearing their hair like Louise. Polly gets left out of everything. I don’t know if scenes were cut out (What could possibly be considered “not good enough” for this film?) but we never have the scene where the newly popular girl treats her best friend like garbage and has to apologize. I know Polly misses her but I bet she could just ask Louise to hang out. Anyway, Louise tries to talk to Polly and Polly makes her feel bad.

Because she is so popular, Louise has to sneak out the back of her house to avoid her adoring classmates. Brad picks her up on a side street and takes her for a drive. They go out on the river to talk as teenagers do. He asks her to the dance. She turns him down because she thinks he’s been tricked him into liking her. She wants it real.

Louise wants to undo the popularity spell and she talks Madame Serena into coming to the dance with her to help her do it. No one questions bringing a tiny, old woman as your date to the dance. Not even the teachers.

She wishes the popularity away in the middle of the dance floor. People stop looking at her but Goldfish Brad still feels the pull for regular Louise. He walks slowly towards her. They touch fingertips and roll them up so the palms touch. This happens in a lot of romantic movies. I don’t get it. It’s a good way to train yourself to high five. You learn proper hand alignment. What you want the finish to be. But it’s not romantic. Either way, they kiss and all is good.

This is a fine, late 80s teen movie. It’s essentially a knock-off Sabrina the Teenage Witch. The brother, the nerd date, and the awful teacher were unnecessary. Now that I think about it, the nerd date never reappeared. In most movies you’d have him reappear somewhere embarrassing like under a manure truck that’s about to be dumped. In this movie, he vanishes into nothingness. It’s haunting.

Also, they show that water undoes her spells in the beginning and never return to that either. I was expecting the boat to tip over when she had that moment with Brad on the river. That never happened.

And, finally, she never made up with Polly. Where’s the learned-her-lesson reunion with the best friend, awkwardly hugging through all the layers?

Minus all these loose threads, I enjoyed it. I’d even watch it again if it was on.

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moonstruckbucky · 5 years

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Snowed In [one shot]

Summary: Based off the prompt: “we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward” from this prompt list.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2741

Warnings: Illusions to sex, language, awkward situations

Notes: To help get myself into the holiday spirit, I found some fun winter prompts that I’m hoping will do the trick. I’m literally writing these as I sit bored at work so.

New York nightlife reached new heights the night before an incoming snowstorm. You weren’t sure what the appeal was, since your idea of a good snow-in involved fuzzy socks, a book, sleeping until noon, and Netflix, but you let your friends drag you out into the frigid New York air anyways. At least you won the argument to wear jeans and heeled boots over a skimpy cocktail dress.

Light snowflakes were already falling as you and your friends caught an Uber to a nightclub in Manhattan. It was cramped in the backseat between the four of you, and the traffic was terrible, but despite all that you felt a small bubble of excitement. Small talk buzzed around the car, the driver chiming in every so often much to your enjoyment, and then before you knew it the Uber pulled up in front of the building.

The line out front looked daunting, stretching far down the block, and you frowned. “Are you sure we’re going to be able to get in?”

“Nat’s got hookups,” Wanda supplied with a wink and a toss of her long brown hair. You laughed a little as you slid out of the car, hugging your coat tighter to your body.

The music from the club pulsed a rapid beat as your quartet strode up to the door. Natasha, in her stunning emerald green pant suit that set off her red hair, smiled sweetly at the bouncer, a big hulking man named Dave, and gave her name. Dave grinned and leaned forward to peck her cheek in greeting, and with an amused smile you wondered how deep her connections went.

Dave allowed you to enter the building, the indignant cries of the people in line falling on deaf ears. You winced a little at the volume of the fast-paced dance music, a remix of some modern pop song, but your ears quickly adapted as Natasha led you all to the bar. It was tradition to start off every girls’ night with a hefty shot of tequila, and it was a tradition that often set you up for a terrible hangover the next day.

But considering your boss had already told you not to bother coming in, you decided you could live a little.

The shot went down smooth despite the bite of the liquor, and it settled warmly in your stomach. You grinned as Wanda held up another. Clinking your glasses together, the second one went down even smoother than the first.

“Let’s dance!” you said into Wanda’s ear. No need to ask her twice. She grabbed your hand and tugged you out onto the crowded floor, leaving Natasha and Gamora to follow behind you.

You began moving to the beat of the song, your hand still in Wanda’s as you danced around one another. In spite of your initial reluctance to go out tonight, you were glad you did. The night had only just begun and already you were having a blast.

You danced through five songs before you needed an actual drink in your hand, and Natasha followed you back to the bar. Dropping into two stools, you panted to catch your breath and exchanged a broad smile with the redhead.

“Thanks for twisting my arm in coming out,” you said, leaning closer to her to talk without yelling over the music. Her spicy floral perfume wafted into your nose, and you laid your head on her shoulder.

“Sometimes we worry about you,” she said honestly. She leaned forward over the bar to give the bartender your drink orders, settling on some kind of tequila mixture. Then she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, returning her full attention back to you. “How much of a homebody you are. Sometimes we think something else is going on.”

“No, nothing’s going on,” you said earnestly, lifting your head to give her a soft smile. “You know me, I like my space and solitude.”

“I know,” she groused, a teasing lilt to her voice. “But I’m really glad you came out tonight. We could all use a night to let loose.”

“I’ll drink to that.” The bartender set your drinks down and immediately you and Natasha clinked them together, taking hefty sips and wincing. “Wow, he was feeling generous with the tequila.”

“No kidding.” Her eyes scanned further down the bar, a slow smirk appearing on her face. “Hey, out of curiosity, when’s the last time you got laid?”

You spluttered. “Beg pardon?”

“Y’know, when was the last time someone knocked you into your headboard until you saw God?”

“Jesus, Nat! Have you always been so crass or is this something new?” you retorted, face flaming (though you’re not sure if it’s from her blunt question or the answer you’re reluctant to give).

“I’m gonna say it’s been a while then. Wanna break that streak? Because there’s a total hottie checking you out down the bar. Really muscly, navy button-down. Don’t be obvious about it, for the love of Pete.”

As subtly as you could master, as grace wasn’t really your forte, it was Nat’s, you turned your head, eyes flitting across the bartop to meet a pair of vivid blue eyes, brought out by the obscenely tight shirt stretched across the planes of his chest. Dear god, you feared for those buttons, but the smirk he sent your way quickly had you rethinking how much you’d love to rip those buttons free.

Knowing you were caught, you straightened on your stool, playing it off that you weren’t totally checking out a stranger. Your finger traced the rim of your glass as Nat’s dark eyebrow rose.

“What the fuck do I do?” you squeaked. “Do I go over there? Buy him a drink? Send him a fucking letter with a carrier pigeon? Nat!”

“I think you’re covered, sweetcheeks. He’s coming over here. I’ll catch you later. Or maybe I won’t.” She smirked, picked up her drink, and abandoned you at the bar just as the muscled torso of aforementioned hottie down the bar took her place.

Dear god, he was even better looking up close. Did the universe really spit out people who looked that good? His blonde hair looked soft as silk, the dim lighting of the club reflecting off the highlights. And up close, those buttons looked to be in real danger of popping off at any point.

He cleared his throat, which you’d just barely heard over the music, and your eyes snapped to his. He was smirking, and your face colored at being caught so obviously ogling him. You played it off, gracefully crossing one leg over the other and leaning on the bar.

“Hi.” Oh sweet Jesus, even his voice was smooth as silk. You were done for.

“Hello.” You thanked the heavens your voice didn’t waver or crack. No good showing all your cards at once.

“I’m Steve,” he introduced, jutting out a large hand, tipped with long fingers, out towards you. Smoothly you took it, reveling in its warmth and the way it dwarfed yours. Instinctively you suppressed a shiver when his thumb ran gently over your knuckles before he let go.

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Steve.” You batted your lashes once, thanking Natasha for seemingly sending you some pointers on sultriness via ESP.

“Oh believe me, the pleasure is all mine,” Steve responded smoothly. He leaned his elbow on the bar, effectively lowering his face closer to yours. His cologne, a delectable aroma of something musky, invaded your nose, inhibiting your senses and making you feel drunk. “Could I interest you in a dance?”

Playing coy, you blushed. “You could.”

The dance floor was where you remained for most of the night. You’d caught a glimpse of your friends, who encouraged you to stay with Steve despite it being girls’ night. You weren’t sure they could pull you away with a herd of wild horses. He was intoxicating, Steve, and an excellent dancer. His large hands splayed across your back as you danced chest to chest, eyes locked on one another.

When he spun you around, pressing your back to his front and pressed a slow, languid kiss to the spot behind your ear, you knew there was no way in hell you weren’t leaving here without him.

Which is how you found yourself crowded against the window in the back of an Uber, Steve’s mouth assaulting yours, as the snow fell more heavily. A layer of white coated every surface, a fleeting thought that left as quickly as it came when Steve’s warm hand slid up under your shirt, luring gooseflesh to the surface despite the blasting heat in the car, the fire in your blood.

He barely pulled away from your mouth to pay the driver when the car stopped, and the two of you fumbled out of the backseat. It was a trek across the slippery sidewalk to his apartment building and breathlessly he told you the elevator was out of service. To the stairs it was, and that was an adventure in itself seeing as neither of you was keen on letting the other go just yet.

Finally, finally, you reached his floor and his apartment door, and your mouth teased the skin of his throat as he dug into his pockets for his keys. His throat vibrated as he groaned when your teeth nipped at the skin, bruising his pale skin a pretty purple.

Once inside the apartment, it was a heated flurry of discarded clothing, loud, carefree moans, and breathy sighs until you fell asleep cradled against that glorious, expansive chest.

You were the first to wake the next morning, having rolled away from Steve’s godlike form sometime during the night. Eyelids heavy, you scanned his room for your fallen clothing, finding only your jeans and underwear. Your blouse and bra must have been left in the living room. You rubbed your eyes, urging yourself to wake up faster so you could get the hell out.

You slipped out of the bed, a small part of you wishing you could stay just because of the furnace of a man still dead to the world, and began picking up your clothes. Like you thought, you found your bra strung over the arm of the couch, your shirt under the entryway table. Once dressed, you pulled your phone out of your jacket and brought up the Uber app.

You frowned when a notification popped up in the app that all Uber services for the Manhattan area were shut down due to the snow.

Shit. The snow.

Venturing to the massive living room window, you pulled back the curtain and frowned at the fact that you could not see a foot in front of the window. Snow flurries were being whipped around by a strong wind and a layer of frost coated the windows. Steve’s apartment looked to be on an upper floor, though you couldn’t tell how high from the low visibility. Plus, you hadn’t exactly been counting the floors as you climbed the stairs the night before.

Sighing, you browsed the internet for subway times, cursing quietly when a bright orange banner at the top of the page notified you that, like Uber, the subway was shut down due to both maintenance and the storm.

“Everything’s locked up.”

You jumped, nearly dropping your phone, at the sudden sound of Steve’s voice. He was leaning against his bedroom doorway, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. Jesus, did this guy own a shirt that fit him properly?

“Yeah, I, uh, found that out the hard way,” you muttered, waving your phone by way of explanation. You suddenly felt very awkward; your previous one night stands didn’t usually extend this long, and you had no idea what to say.

Fortunately, it seemed Steve did. “Do you want some coffee?”

The way he asked it was so unusually casual that you couldn’t do anything but nod and follow him to the kitchen. He slapped the countertop twice, a nonverbal cue for you to park it, and he began to bustle around his coffee maker.

“So, what do you do for work?” he asked as he filled the basin with water. He glanced over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. The whole ordeal threw you for a loop, really.

“Um, I’m in marketing,” you stammered, awkwardness coating every word. Sighing, you dragged a hand through your hair. “Sorry, I’m not usually this awkward. It’s just….”

“This doesn’t happen a lot for you,” he finished with an understanding smile. The beauty of it set your mind back a couple steps.

“Uh, right. Usually, I’m out before he wakes up or….he’s out. There’s none of….this.” You gestured between the two of you. Steve nodded, lips pursing a bit. He had a twinkle in his blue eyes when he turned to lean his backside against the counter, the coffee percolating behind him.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to mix it up a bit every so often, right?” His grin was wry and teasing, and you felt yourself smiling back. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

Steve’s smile turned softer. “Pancakes it is.”

Conversation flowed easily between the two of you once you set aside your awkwardness. If Steve didn’t feel uncomfortable with his one night stand staying through the snowstorm, then who were you to complain?

Turns out, Steve was a hell of a cook and whipped up the fluffiest batch of pancakes you’d ever had. He even had strawberries, whipped cream, and homemade maple syrup from his parents in Vermont. The coffee was nice and strong, and the company and conversation couldn’t have been better.

The two of you moved into the living room after Steve insisted he’d clean up the dishes later. You frowned, but he flashed that thousand-watt grin at you and you forgot what you were frowning about. Steve held out his arm next to the couch, and you flopped onto it, groaning at its plushness.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, stretching your neck back as you curled your feet up underneath you. “I could die happy on this couch.”

Steve chuckled and sat down, closer to you than you’d been expecting. With all the casualness of a good friend, or even a boyfriend, he reached for your legs and dropped your feet into his lap. The gesture made butterflies take to your belly, and you hid a smile behind your coffee mug.

“I’ve admittedly fallen asleep quite a bit out here. Dunno why I even bothered with an actual bed.”

You shifted so your back was against the armrest. Steve’s thigh was firm under your legs and his hands warm as they drifted up and down the tops of your feet.

“It is a comfortable bed though.” You smiled cheekily, pulling your lip between your teeth when Steve’s pupils dilated just a bit.

“Glad you slept well then.” Was it you or did his voice drop?

“Like the dead. I had a pretty good furnace keeping me warm.”

“Happy to be of service. Let me know if I can do it again sometime,” he said softly, voice turning away from teasing and playful to serious. Your smile dropped, but only a bit, before it turned shy as his cheeks flushed pink.

“Are you saying you…want to see me again?”

Damn your galloping heart for actually wanting him to say yes.

Steve’s face turned a darker shade of crimson, the blush spreading down his neck and to the tips of his ears.

“I mean, I know it’s not very….conventional to want to see your one night stand again but I’m having a nice time with you. So, yeah, I’d really like to see you again. Maybe we can go get dinner somewhere or lunch in the park.”

You smiled giddily. “I’d love to. Give me your phone.”

He tossed it to you, and you plugged your number in, adding a little wine emoji next to your name. You handed it back, letting your fingers brush his for a lengthy moment before dropping your arm, your eyes locked on his. You watched his breathing hitch, watched his Adam’s apple bob.

Boldly, you licked your lower lip, lower regions clenching when his eyes followed the movement, and asked, “So, just how comfy is this couch?”

Steve’s hand drifted up your leg to your thigh as you sat up. “Come over here and we’ll find out.”

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angstymarshmallow · 5 years

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game night; part one (bryce x mc)

[A little note: an idea struck me about hosting a game night in a story after doing one myself recently. But, then it got kind of long and now here we are Pardon my cliche summary].

[Summary: when Maci (MC) invites Bryce Lahela for game night, it had been a last minute judgement call. Now that he’s here, Maci is slowly realizing she may gotten more than she bargained for].

[Words counted: 3949]

Maci ran her fingers against the sheer material of her blouse, wondering for the fifth time since changing her outfit on an early Saturday evening if this was the one. It wasn’t particularly showy as some of the others had been, despite its lacy trim. Still, it had the common subtleness most of her clothes favoured; modest cleavage notwithstanding along with its tasteful sophistication at the silky material that hugged her shape – without living much to the imagination.

And it came in her favourite colour.

But something was off. Or perhaps, it was all her. Maybe she was off – standing and examining herself whilst tugging the hem in her skirt. It could be deep down, she hadn’t settled yet. And perhaps, another check through her wardrobe for something else was still feasible.

Since making the declaration of hosting their first game night of the month, Maci had prepared and organized a series of games to break the ice. The snacks helped and even without them, they were already beginning to climb past the social anxieties of new friendships.

She checked the time of the silver watch on her slim wrist.

She wanted tonight to be perfect. It had to be perfect. Mac would accept nothing than perfection. However, once her eyes flew to her wrist a second time – instead of feeling a familiar rush of excitement she had experienced almost all week at the prospect – suddenly, all that excitement had prolapsed into a cloud shrouded by doubt. She enjoyed being in charge, thrived on being in charge. She was uncertain if they would enjoy it, because a part of her unease came from recognizing her efforts might not go as smoothly as she planned.

You know why. A tiny voice inside rang plaintively inside her head. A tiny voice she pointedly ignored. It’s because you invited Bryce.

She froze for a moment, frowning at the thought. Was that the affronted reason as to why her nerves were seemingly getting the best of her?

She released a sigh and touched the bridge of her nose.

Lately, Bryce seemed to be at edge of nearly all her thoughts.

She blamed it on the last time they spoke.

Their last conversation had ended tersely after she flat-out declined his suggestion at stopping by. And their friendship became strained as Maci found herself making excuses to until she nearly stumbled into him on a quick snack run to the lunchroom. She told herself it was purely coincidental but the moment she saw him, her stomach flipped.

He looked tired – which was frustrating because even tired, Bryce managed to wear well. She wasn’t as fortunate. She had to hide her exhaustion through a layer of makeup from all the double shifts she’d taken recently. Still, it was difficult not to melt when his eyes met hers’ across the breakroom and even more difficult for her to look away. For a few seconds she simply couldn’t and had taken a misstep before her shoulder had promptly flared in pain. She realized with mild annoyance in her blunder, she ran into the snack machine. To make matters worse, he had the galls to laugh at her.

Her cheeks had gone flush before she frowned and turned away. Making a fool of herself was rare and to do so in front of him was…unacceptable. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else? When she turned her attention back to him again, he had taken quick strides to close the distance between them.

Her heart leapt in alarm.

His dark eyes were still sparkling as they sought her attention again. His laugh was contagious enough to draw a reluctant chuckle from her lips, and she remembered shivering slightly when she felt his fingers brush across the tender spot between her tendons, pausing there until she relinquished a small nod.

Then the tension which lingered between them before, disappeared altogether as they grinned at one-another. His arms slid to his sides and as they caught up within each other lives; sparing no pause at the latest office gossip through hurried whispers in the corner of the breakroom. It was in her weakness of seeing him again that Maci had blurted the impending game night.

Perhaps, she was simply thinking about it now because it had been completely impulsive and not a decisive method of making her mind up when it came to all things Bryce.

Stashing aside the conundrum for another time, Maci grabbed the few pieces of paper for tonight’s games and headed downstairs.

There would be at least time to regret it later.

She met Sienna’s enigmatic smile at the bottom of the stairs. The woman had beamed a smile at her before splaying her hands out wide. “Ready to win tonight?”

Maci couldn’t help but grin back. Sienna’s enthusiasm was always infectious that way. “You bet.”

Although they had broken the group into little teams, she knew Sienna was still holding out on her to join as her partner instead of Jackie. But Maci wanted to be the perfect host. And it was better to keep an eye out to ensure everyone else was having a good time than to join herself.

“You know,” Sienna began, dragging Maci’s attention back to the present. “It would help if I actually knew what games we were playing tonight.” She tried to peek around her shoulders at the paper that had otherwise been loosely by Maci’s side.

“Nope. Nope. Nope.” Maci brought the papers tightly against her chest and laughed. She warded her friend’s inquisitive stare with a flick of her wrist. “No way am I going to let you see what I’ve got planned.” She shook her head, darting away from her. “That would be cheating.”

“Spoilsport.” Sienna pouted.

“What can I say?” Maci shrugged, grinning cheekily. “I’ve always been a stickler for the rules.”

“Oh, really?” Sienna lifted her chin, as if to challenge her statement. “Is that why you were late to meet up with us? Because you’re such a stickler for the rules?”

Maci forced herself to laugh, ignoring Sienna’s coy smile. God, had she been that transparent? “Yeah right,” she rolled her eyes. “Me late? Come on.” She kept her expression impassive and only paused to arch an eyebrow at her friend.

“You mean…it wasn’t you and Bryce I saw sneaking into a supply closet?” Sienna asked, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.

Oh. Maci wanted to curse herself for not double-checking they were alone. Shoot, she told him they hadn’t any time but Bryce simply cupped her cheek and suddenly the last thing on her mind had been finding them. Fighting to remain composed, she stepped forward. “I can explain –”

Her friend held up a hand, warding her off with a shrug. “Believe me, you don’t have to. Bryce is a total hottie.”

“Oh, I trust me – I know.” Maci snorted. That was part of problem.

“He seems like he knows how to have a good time.”

“So you’re really cool with me inviting him, tonight?” It had been a last-minute addition on her part. One she had to account thoroughly for when Bryce mentioned the possibility of bringing a few of his friends.

“Hey, the more the merrier – maybe we’ll have enough to beat them at something other than shots.” She lifted her hand for a high-five.

Snorting, Maci returned the gesture. “I hope you brought your A game then, because I’m not giving you guys any clues.” She lowered the papers in her arm and tapped them on her shoulder for emphasis.

“Not even one?”

Maci’s lips quivered at Sienna’s pouty face. She shook her head.

“Gah, you’re indomitable.”

“I prefer the term intense.” Patting her amiably on the shoulder, Maci turned on her heels. They clicked along the floor as she strode down the hall, only pausing to toss her hair over her shoulder. “We should probably check on everyone before we start.”

In it to win it had started off without a hitch.

Jackie and Sienna had been in the lead after Elijah threw the last challenge. He accidentally knocked the pyramid of cups, leaving Landry too many to recover from within record time. The mishap allowed Sienna to catch up, with Jackie urgently cheering her on as a complete look of concentration crossed her face.

The timer running low, Maci flexed between watching their attempts at building to the timer on her phone, keenly aware that less than a minute was now left. With each passing second came another grunt and cry in frustration and Maci hid a quiet smile at how much fun they were having.

They were entirely glued to the task in front of them.

Ten seconds…

Landry laughed at the sound of Jackie’s swearing.

Five seconds…

Elijah’s cheers grew louder, momentarily drawing Maci’s attention away from her countdown.

Two seconds…

Before Maci could call the time, Sienna threw her arms back and yelled in triumph after quickly placing the final cup atop of all the others. Her stack of cups quivered for a moment as though it would tower over. Then just as quickly, it remained still and her pyramid stood proudly tall as Laundry finished a few seconds after.

His shoulders sagged in defeat at the horror of losing finally seemed to dawn on them.

Maci hid a smile behind the papers in her hand. Ultimately, Elijah and Laundry had thrown their own lead from gloating their earlier wins of the night.

Usually the quiet one, Laundry’s eyes narrow at Elijah before one of his hands lifted and poked an accusatory finger at him. “If you hadn’t sneezed and dropped a whole bunch, we would’ve won!”

“Hey!” Elijah’s nostrils slightly flared as he spoke. “I recovered pretty quickly! You’re the one that dropped three more than me!”

“That’s not fair, you know my hands get sweaty when I’m nervous!”

“Yeah, well maybe you should –”

“Boys.” Jackie drawled; the word on her tongue sounded more of an insult than an endearment. Immediately their bickering came to a dead halt as they shifted their attention to the gorgeous-looking woman standing with her hands on her hips. “The least you could do is accept defeat gracefully.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, smirking at the sight of their expressions darkening with a scowl. “Quit embarrassing yourselves.”

Sienna whooped, stumbling to her feet before Jackie’s arm instantly came around her hip to help in keeping her steady. She mumbled a word of thanks before she leaned across their coffee table to grab her beer. “Cheers to the best partner this side of the country.”

Grinning, Jackie tilt her head back. “Cheers to women always being on top, where we belong.”

Sienna followed suit and together they kept their chins angled until the last bit of liquid disappeared from their bottles.

“I request a rematch.” Elijah shook his head, “preferably with a different partner.”

“No no –” Jackie pointed a finger at them. “Battle of the sexes, remember? That was the deal.”

“And so far, we’re winning.” Sienna added, earning a high-five from Jackie.

“...Not that I’m enjoying the turn of events,” Maci cut in, finally putting a stop to the protests coming from half of the table. “But we’ve still got other games to play. Maybe your luck will turn around.”

“Is it another one of these in it to win it games?”

“No, it’s even better. Just give me a second,” turning on her heels, Maci disappeared from the room for a moment. The whiteboard she needed for charades had been carefully hidden inside their storage closet and she hadn’t wanted to ruin the surprise by simply announcing it.

Her thoughts flew briefly to her phone as she passed the hall. She left it by the banister intentionally after receiving no confirmation from Bryce if he still had plans on coming tonight. With the better half of the night almost over, she had deduced that to a resonating no and was trying hard not to dwell on it. She was supposed to enjoying her friends bickering – not thinking about some scalpel jockey – who for all intense purposes, wasn’t supposed to come tonight anyway.

Still, Maci would have liked knowing he had changed his mind. At least that way it would have prevented herself from thinking about him. At least that way, it would have easier for her to get over the strange ache settling inside her chest. Get it together Lawson, she told herself forcefully as she turned on the lights in their storage room.

Within seconds, she found the board still safely tucked in its hiding place. Uttering a small sigh of relief that everything was co-operating tonight, she tucked the uncomfortably large item underneath her arm before slowly trudging back to the hall.

By the time Maci grew closer towards the front of their apartment, the sudden ringing of their front door had stopped her inside her tracks. She blinked at the time – 11:34 pm peering right back at her before she managed to drop the whiteboard gingerly against the side of a wall and stepped towards the front door.

In her mind she had no doubt it was him. Who else would be visiting them at such an ungodly hour? “I got it!” She yelled quickly down the hall before anyone else had the chance to meet her at their doorstep. She ignored the slight quiver of anticipation inside her stomach as she timidly pulled open the door.

Bryce hadn’t meant to be late.

The hours seemed to have simply blended into one another, mending themselves into one long period of work until his feet ached and his eyes threatened to close. When his shift had ended, he made it his mission to find the quickest cab ride home – all while being acutely aware of time slipping between his fingers every moment he spared a glance in its direction.

He was going to be more than just a few minutes late. He thought about texting her; possibly cancelling altogether after the weird couple of weeks they had.

The last time he suggested coming over, Maci had shut down so swiftly that Bryce had been left flabbergasted onto how to proceed.

He could find no other comparison than one of a light-switch. In a nanosecond her entire demeanor had gone stiff. Her smirk disappeared instantly and she straightened her shoulders enough for him to notice a visible tension. He hadn’t known how to break the immeasurable coldness in her gaze then – not when she had been staring at him with enough intensity to make a lesser man fumble and retreat. Though he hadn’t been the one to turn away first, he was still reeling from its after effects – because in all the recent weeks of getting to know her, he had never seen her walls. Never seen how high she could build them against someone. Against him.

She was hardworking, intelligent, independent and a little intense when it came to work, but off-duty had been another side of her that had prompted him into thinking they were capable of being more than simple friends.

She was flirty, hell – he had been too, and he found it refreshing that she was never one to turn submissive against his relentless teasing. Instead Maci dished out just as quickly as he served. And Bryce liked to think he served his very well – hot but also pretty scalding to the touch. He was relieved that there were no pretenses. They could just be more than friendly and have it be enough.

Then why hadn’t felt enough now? Standing at the doorstep of her flat, while shifting anxiously on his feet. Nearly three hours later, Bryce tucked his hands inside jeans pocketed. He felt restless in more ways than one, waiting and wondering if he had made a mistake.

The door had opened swiftly with a soft creak. The motion had been enough to jar him out of his thoughts. Bryce’s eyes flew up to meet Maci’s expectant arched brow. He squinted.

She hadn’t looked surprised to see him, but she hadn’t exactly seemed happy either.

Trying to gauge her reaction, Bryce recovered seconds later; embellishing his trademark smirk before allowing his eyes to travel down the length of her. It would have been a crime not to. “Good evening Maci,” he felt a surge of satisfaction at catching her gaze lingering on him as well. “You look good.”

“Good enough to eat, I hope.” Maci quipped back, grinning broadly before stepping close enough for him to place the scent of her perfume.

“Don’t tempt me.” As though to emphasize his point, he raked her with another once over.

He watched as the dimple he remembered quite fondly appeared on her left cheek, and he bent forward slightly to embrace her. She smells good. It’s criminal for her to smell so good.

“Took you long enough to make it.” She murmured after which, he released her.

Keeping an arm loosely around her waist, he tugged her closer. “So, you are excited to see me.”

She rolled her eyes, then they eyed him curiously. “Excited isn’t the word I’d use exactly, more like indifferent – ” she stepped out of his embrace, clutching the papers inside her hand a little tighter as she created a few of distance between them. “We should probably let the others know you’re here while we’re at it. Could you grab that white board? I still need a couple things from the storage room.”

“White board?” He repeated with a frown. “What are we playing?” Bryce wanted to add something else but when no words came, he simply followed behind her.

“It’s a surprise.”

He leaned against the doorway of their storage room, watching her intently as she began gathering what appeared to be office supplies from one the lower cream-coloured cupboards.

She paused to raise a brow at him “Are you going to help me, or just stand there looking pretty?”

“Standing here and looking pretty is what I’m good at.” But he was also good at working with his hands and they were itching to be put to work. Still, he couldn’t resist teasing her.

“You’re lucky I don’t mind the view.”

“Does that mean you’ll tell me? I don’t just give a full view of this,” he gestured to himself. “For free.”

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” Yet he heard the sound of her laugh as she turned away, and gave him full view of herself bending over the storage sink.

It stirred something inside him. Being in any storage area with Maci always did that. It surfaced fond memories of other times they had been together alone, pleasantly alone in close spaces, pressed against each other – or anything else they could find for that matter before their hands found their most sensitive spots. Sometimes all it took was a subtle caress here and another there before their lips found each other.

Placing the board gently down as she kept her attention elsewhere, Bryce snuck up behind her.

While her hands busied themselves with grabbing something on a higher shelf, his slipped around her waist. He was close enough to bend slightly forward to reach her ear. “Even from me?”

He visibly felt her reaction. The shiver she tried to mask with a shrug as she angled her face to give him a side way smirk. “Even from you.”

His hands ghosted across her hips, then traveled further down to trace tantalizingly slow patterns across her inner thighs. “And there’s nothing I can’t do to convince you otherwise?” He was used to being good at doing the teasing; of dropping his voice and making bedroom eyes at other people in order to get their attention.

And he knew he had her attention even before she titled her chin and allowed him access a generous proportion of her neck.

“You can certainly try.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Bryce brushed his lips against her skin; felt the fluttering pulse of nerves underneath before leaving a trail of kisses down her shoulder and then back. His hands continued to draw lazy patterns across her thighs, not-so-innocently brushing towards her center where his fingers itched to be.

He heard her soft intake of breath and grinned against her skin. “Is it working?” He whispered, relishing the sound of her pulse fluttering once more as he pressed himself intimately into her. He loved being good with his hands.

Without answering, Maci leaned further back and hooked her arms his neck. She gave him a full view of her cleavage and as one of his hands slid upwards; he had no doubt her excitement matched his own.

“Cold.”

“Mmmm?” He nipped her ear.

She retrieved his hand. Slowly and without breaking eye contact, she guided his hand in between her thighs.

He sucked a breath.

“Warmer.”

After placing another soft kiss by her neck, he angled his chin to rest by her shoulder as his hand caressed her inner thigh. He was comfortable with staying here; leaning heavily into her with one hand pressed against her while the other had tightened by the side of her waist. He was more intrigued however, to see what she would do next. If she would take things further than him simply kissing her shoulder.

He felt her nails biting into the top of his hand for a moment, before he the pressure increased until one his fingers had swept past the waistline of her skirt. “Much warmer.”

His heart was suddenly racing and her shiver against him encouraged him to slip another. And god, it felt good to touch her.

“Mmmf.”

He managed to swallow back his groan but his voice hadn’t been so lucky. It shook slightly with need as soon as he spoke. “How about now?”

God, he wanted her. He wanted her right there and then. It would be almost too easy to yank her skirt up; to pull her silken underwear past her thighs and sink on his knees in front of her. He wanted nothing more than to taste her, to watch her eyes widen in pleasure when he’d finally have more than just a simple taste.

Bryce had nearly forgotten where they were until she suddenly twisted away.

Her hair moving past his shoulders at the motion and he nearly whimpered aloud at the sudden loss of her warmth. “Maci –” He stopped, pausing to peer down at her.

Her cheeks were flushed and the look of triumph in her eyes made him his eyes narrow before she reached between them to cup his raging hard-on.

He hissed.

“It appears you’re much hotter under the collar than I am.” Her voice – the little vixen, had managed to sound incredibly smooth and composed despite how breathless she appeared to be a few moments ago. She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening its curls without using as much of a mirror before reaching up to do the same for him. He tried to catch her wrist but she was faster in pulling away. “Which is a shame really, imagine if you’d only been here earlier, instead of – ” she checked the time of her watch, “three and a half hours late.”

Adjusting the top of her blouse, Maci gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before pushing past him with utensils he hadn’t realized she had found, safely tucked underneath her arm.

Bryce watched her go, watched the sashay of her hips and her over the shoulder smirk before disappearing down the hall.

He stared after her, a crease pinching his brows until he laughed at the irony of their circumstances. He wasn’t sure who he was more upset with – himself or the fact she was proving to be damn good at being a tease too.

Chucking again, Bryce shook his head and gathered the white board on his way down the hall; all too certain that whatever the rest of the night had in store, he would ensure to at least return the favour.

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batgirl-87 · 5 years

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MC Character Challenge

Tagged and Created by @cptaincarswell

(If there is another one like this I was never tagging in so…) Thank you so much for tagging me! Honestly this is a lot harder than my Jacob’s one! I hope I did a good job explaining my MC…

Rules: Choose five characters (movie or tv show) that represent your MC/ MC’s different layers.

1. Sirius Black - Harry Potter

Let’s just get the obvious out of the way =p

Where to start…

Dramatic entrances

Just dramatic tendencies

Good hair (even after 12 years in Azkaban, the rest may be a mess but the hair is looking fabulous! =p)

Love Remus Lupin

Okay, a bit more siriusly now 😉

Unwavering loyalty and fiercely protective nature (that may be taken too far…)

Witty and sarcastic (“run along and play with your chemistry set” - classic! =p)

Charming and charismatic (she can probably convince almost anyone to do anything… maybe a bit manipulative too…)

Rebellious and mischievous

Flirtatious and seemingly confident

Secretly really insecure

Dark vengeful side, can be vicious towards those he hates

Sure, we have magic, but you know what’s satisfying? Punching someone in the face!

2. Emma Swan - Once Upon A Time

Forced into be the Savior seems fitting, right? Fine, if she has to do this, she will, because no one else will =p Plus she’s probably the best at it anyway 😉 It may be stressful and a weight on her shoulders but she’ll handle it herself and appear cool and collected while doing it.

A natural leader and hero even though she may not want to be (Have to deal with the Cursed-Vaults and R/Cabal even though this is definitely not what she signed up for)

Strong and independent (but also lonely)

Practical and realistic

Strong sense of justice

Will do anything to protect and save those she cares about

Self-sacrificing (which is easy to do if you don’t care really if you live or not)

Dark Side

Distances herself from others to protect them

Trust issues

Abandonment issues

Very guarded with her feelings (particularly when it comes to love)

Feels like she has to appear strong and keep things together despite how stressed and overwhelmed she is with great responsibility thrust onto her shoulders - probably also feels like she has to handle it all by herself/on her own

Gets Captain Hottie Hook =p

3. Kate Beckett - Castle

I think Kate shows how determined and even obsessed Keira is with finding her brother. She’ll push herself to her limits and doesn’t care about placing herself in dangerous situations, even engaging in reckless behaviors that could severely harm or even kill her to find her brother. And she’ll try to do it all herself. (Also I love Stana Katic!)

Strong sense of justice (even if it’s her own set of morals/ethics)

Strong and independent

Her own savior/hero

Doesn’t like when someone tries to control her or even protect her - she demands respect and wants a partner, not a protector (Keira just doesn’t do well with being told what to do/authority figures - she wants to do what she wants when she wants!)

Determined and hard working

Determined almost to the point of obsession and recklessness - doesn’t care about what happens to her as long as she succeeds and will cross lines to do so

Can be secretive

On a one-woman mission

Speaks multiple languages

Likes to keep her past and personal life/feelings private (Keira doesn’t really talk about herself much to her friends - her mom, life in Canada, etc.)

The loss of her mom drives her - serves as her motivation to become a detective (while Keira lost her mom as well, the loss of Jacob is a strong motivator for her influencing even her career choice as well)

However, wants to be defined more than just by her mother’s death (Keira wants to be defined more than her brother and the Cursed-Vaults)

Struggle to love herself and accept someone else’s love

Survives getting shot to the chest (it’s very difficult getting rid of Keira =p)

4. Mazikeen “Maze” - Lucifer

(Kind of looks like a batarang right?! =D )

She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face (and then stab you and rip your throat out). Keira enjoys a good fight but also has a darker side that primarily gets unleashed when people she cares about are threatened or harmed. She can and will cross the line and do what’s necessary especially in difficult and stressful times. And those clothes!

Quick to anger and acting out violently (prefers getting mad than showing she’s actually sad)

Gets a thrill and pleasure from fighting (Duelling is fun and all but Keira does really enjoy physical fighting. May also have a taste/skill for knives - related to Bellatrix afterall 😜)

Confident in her fighting abilities

Sarcastic

Can come off as cold and uncaring

May sometimes act impulsively especially when angered (Keira has a classic fiery Irish temper)

Struggles with showing vulnerability and opening up

Secretly lonely and insecure about her friendships - like she cares more/does more for them and they don’t really care for her - worried about betrayal

Fiercely loyal and protective - so much she easily becomes a sadistic vengeful killer if anyone harms those she cares about (well Maze is a demon =p - Keira definitely has a dark side that hasn’t really needed to come out much but after this Rakepick stuff…. Anyway she’d have no problem torturing or inflicting pain and destroying someone’s life if they hurt those she cares about)

Keira would definitely wear a lot of Maze’s clothing actually - leather, duh =p badass and a little sexy 😜

(Bonus - since you included Eve in yours 😉)

5. Jamie Moriarty - Elementary

Besides the fact that I just love Natalie Dormer, I also want to highlight Keira’s intelligence and manipulative capabilities, as well as her not really being good or evil but as more of a neutral. (If she wanted to run a criminal empire she could =p Who knows what the future will hold? =p) Also could possibly show what she could become if she didn’t have her friends. (More reasons she needs Bill as a partner).

Diabolical mastermind

Clever and cunning

Manipulative - uses people to do her dirty work or distract them from interfering

Likes a challenge/mind games

Likes to feel smarter than others

Likes to be in control/have the upper hand/be one step ahead

Confident (possibly overconfident) in her skills, intellect, and abilities

Gives credit where it’s due and respects other intelligent, manipulative, and clever people

Can view situations as a game (but she’s pretty sure she’ll - and determined to - win)

Focus on benefitting herself and doesn’t care who she has to take down in order to get what she wants

Curious

Will stop at nothing to protect those she cares about (i.e. her daughter)

Doesn’t like to appear/show her vulnerability (aka her daughter)

More dramatic reveals?! Yes please =p Love a good plot twist!

Honorable Mentions: The Witch - Into the Woods; Blair Waldorf - Gossip Girl; Veronica Lodge (or maybe even Cheryl Blossom) - Riverdale; Loki - Marvel; Wolverine - X-men; Selene - Underworld

Summary: (This got long - don’t have to read! You can probably see the running themes here)

Keira comes across as a strong, confident, sarcastic person who actually hides a lot of insecurities, trust issues, and overwhelming stress. While charming and charismatic she actually is quite guarded and doesn’t like to open up or be vulnerable but that also leaves her feeling alone. While appearing even flirtatious at times she is particularly guarded and insecure about the whole ‘love’ thing and struggles with believing anyone would actually accept her for her, flaws and all. Takes awhile for her to feel comfortable around others and a long time for her to feel safe opening up and even then she rarely shows her vulnerability to those close to her. Likes being independent and handling things on her own even if that means struggling and being overwhelmingly stressed - doesn’t like to admit she needs helps or can’t handle things on her own (even though she needs support she prides herself on her independence). Normally pretty cool and calm but definitely has a fiery temper than can easily be set off causing her to lash out angrily and even violently. Also has a flair for the dramatics and can be quite rebellious and mischievous.

Is an incredibly determined and resilient individual, particularly when it comes to finding her brother, but in general when she wants something it’s hard for her to let it go and she’ll cross lines to get it and even push herself to extremes and engage in dangerous and reckless behaviors - doesn’t matter what happens to her as long as she succeeds. Normally likes to take things into her own hands without involving others, in a way to protect them, but also keeps her at a distance from them so maybe also in a way to protect herself from her fear of being betrayed by people she has opened up to and trusted - again leaving her feeling alone, especially when she truly does need support. But she also just doesn’t like being told what to do =p

She has a strong sense of justice, and has a hard time keeping her mouth shut when she sees an injustice, and is fiercely loyal and protective towards those she cares about; however, is a true neutral, living more in a grey area, so her code of ethics may be different than others (she’s not a Death Eater but she totally understands killing Dumbledore, would have done it herself if they asked! And she’ll fight Harry about it! =p). She doesn’t normally get involved in things (such as the second wizarding war) unless necessary and rewarding from her own perspective. She enjoys a good fight and is probably the first to sign up for some dangerous mission (as long as she feels she’ll get something out of it even if it’s just the thrill and adrenaline rush). While she may have insecurities when it comes to her relationships with others, she’s confident, maybe too much so, in her skills, intellect, and capabilities (and therefore does not handle defeat well and does not like being the one be to used and manipulated when she likes to have the upper hand and be one step ahead).

She definitely has a dark side, particularly when anyone she cares about is threatened or harmed or when she feels it’s called for in difficult situations. She can be vicious and has no issues torturing, inflicting pain, and completely destroying someone’s life - quite literally will cut a bitch =p (and if she needs to be a bitch she can be a bitch =p) She can be very manipulative and vengeful, no problems using others has her puppets, although again normally only does so to protect or avenge those she cares about (i.e. doesn’t do so for her own personal amusement). Also I think she’s good at compartmentalizing. Honestly feels like her friends need her because, let’s face it, they’re too “nice” and “good” and they need a friend willing to do the dirty work and cross that line into the darkness… even if they don’t know about her doing that…because she does try to keep that darkness in her hidden from her friends. (But her friends and that support truly keep her from snapping and acting out more violently and diving into that darkness as easily as she would alone).

Think that’s it =p Hope I explained her well, I don’t know…

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yourdreamscenarios · 5 years

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The Teacher Student Marriage I Part 1

Characters: Baekhyun / OC Genre: teacher-student AU Word count: 3,541

The pillow felt comfortable underneath your head and you were sure that you were drooling on it. But you were too caught up in your wonderful dream to give a damn about it and you just continued to sleep the morning away without a single care of the world. Being a high school student could be tiring, exhausting even, handling all the drama that was going on around you and everything that had to do with it. You were eighteen, and your last year of high school was about to start, the wonderful senior year which everyone always talked about as the best year in a whole school career. From this year on you would be an adult, responsible for yourself and your own rights. “_____________!” Someone screamed your name loudly over the sounds of the handsome guy talking to you in your dream, and you furred your eyebrows as you tried to block the voice out. You didn’t have to think very long to know who it was that was trying to wake you up, it could only be one person.

You had moved into a dorm as soon as you had had the chance to escape from your parents, the less time you had to spend with them to better. The relationship between you and your parents had never been very good, especially between you and your mother. Sometimes you felt the need to pull out her hair, but that was the child inside of you that was trying to make its way to the surface. You knew very well that your mother would only hate you even more if you would make her bald, but the image was just something that always made you feel better when the two of you would get in the middle of a fight again. Elena was your room mate, and beside that she was probably also your best friend. She was the person you told everything to, from the latest gossips to your biggest secrets. You two were inseparable, you never kept anything from her.

“Get your lazy ass out of bed, we have to leave or we’ll both be late. There’s no way I’m going to get my butt kicked because you’re dreaming about some hottie in your bed and you won’t get up.” She continued and your groaned, wishing that you could do something to silence her, at least for the next five minutes, that was all you needed. The least she should owe you was the time to make a beautiful ending to this dream, like a kiss or something. Her voice was loud enough to wake up an entire army if she wanted to, but if it was up to you than you still preferred her voice over your alarm, because that was even worse. It wasn’t the first time that the two of you had been late because you had been too dreadful to get up in the morning. The thing was just that you weren’t a morning person at all, you would get grumpy and unpleasant if you had to wake up early, which was every day of the week except for the weekends.

It was just so hard to get out of bed, with a mattress that was shaped against all the curves of you body and a blanket that cuddled you in the perfect way. The person who had invented school hadn’t thought about this awful detail, probably because he hadn’t known how it had felt to do it himself, the bastard. Eventually you kicked your legs out of bed, feeling the cold air of your room hit your skin and make goosebumps appear on your skin. You had put the first step, now it was just a matter of pushing through. Elena was right, you had been in this situation many times before, so you had to get your ass out of bed before you would get her into trouble once more. You were the kind of friends that always went down together, so if you were late then she was too.

After finding the energy to get out of bed you stumbled over towards the bathroom so that you could get ready. It was winter, the season you hated the most, another reason why you hated to get outside during this time of the day. It was still dark outside, the sun was still hiding behind the dark clouds and the moon was shining down on the landscape. Seriously, it even still looked like night. You flickered on the lights and bumped into the sink because you were blinded by the strong light and were busy blinking your eyes together in horror. You hated mornings, you wished they could just be scratched from your daily routine. With a tiring sigh you forced your eyes back open and almost flinched visibly when your eyes fell on the reflection of the girl you saw in front of you in the mirror. Sometimes you wondered if there was a monster shielding underneath your skin, which only came to surface during these hours of the day. Red sleeping spots were covering the sides of your face and the skin of your arms, making you look as if you had some Infectious disease or something.

Your skin was looking a little bit pale without make up, but you still noticed some black smear of mascara covering the edge of your eye, as if you had forgotten to take some of it off last night. And your hair, god, it looked as if it couldn’t be tamed. It was pointing into all different kinds of directions and looked as if it hadn’t been brushed for days, it was a real bed head, as they called it. Thank god you hadn’t decided to sleep in today, you never would have been able to get finished on time. Where the hell were you supposed to begin in order to clean up the mess you had become just over a few hours? It seemed like it was going to take an eternity to fix yourself up, but you had exactly twenty minutes before Elena would start bumping her fists on the bathroom door and would tell you that you had to hurry up. As fast as you possibly could you reached out for your brush and combed it through your hair, feeling how the locks fell down your shoulders in smooth layers. The good thing was that at least you weren’t having a bad hair day, because then you would have been totally screwed. No time for curling irons right now.

While sticking the toothbrush inside of your mouth and almost forgetting the toothpaste on it you grabbed a hold of your mascara and tried to put it on with one hand without poking your own eye out. It was hard to be a woman, during moments like this you wished that you were born with three legs instead of two, maybe then your parents would have loved you more as well. You rinsed your mouth, cursed when the water dripped onto your shirt and created a few dark spots that looked as if they were caused by something very differently than some innocent liquid. Quickly you tossed it over your head and ran into your room again to look for something to wear. The only bad thing about the fact that your school didn’t have an uniform was that you actually had to pick out something decent to wear every morning. In the end you settled for a red sweater and some black ripped jeans, already knowing that you were going to regret that decision very soon.

Knowing you were running short in time you rushed towards your desk and pushed some random books inside of your bag, wishing that you were taking the right ones. In the best situation at least one of them would be useful in the end. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and saw that no one had missed you over night, no texts or missed calls, that was good. You wiggled down the hall, almost bumped into the wall because you were hurrying too much and that would have caused you to get a broken nose, then you surely would have been late. When you got downstairs Elena was already waiting for you, her arms were crossed over her chest as she pulled up her eyebrows and stared at you. She was a beautiful girl, with long dark hair that fell like a curtain around a heart shaped face. Her smile was to die for and as soon as she would flash it to a guy then he was already lost.

“There you are! I swear to got, getting you out of bed is the hardest thing I have to do all day long. if we’re late then it’s your fault.” She said while you grabbed your coat and scarf from the hook and wrestled your way into them as you squeezed your eyes at her, those accusations of her were slowly starting to annoy you. She told you that every single morning, she had to think of something new to come up with. “If I remember this right then last time it was obviously your fault.” You started but she rolled her eyes at you before giving your back a push so that you started walking towards the door. You grinned at her sign of surrender and unknowingly tugged the scarf even tighter around your neck as you prepared yourself for the cold that was waiting for you on the other side of that door. You would do anything to stay here, inside, warm and cosy.

But you had made a deal with your parents before they had agreed with you that you could live here, which was that you wouldn’t skip school. A deep sigh left your lips as you opened the door and an icy wind cut straight through all the layers of clothing you were wearing. You shuddered, knowing that your body needed time to adjust itself since the change of temperature with inside was so big. The two of you always walked to school, since your dorm was so close to the school, it would be a waste of time to take the bus. Besides, it was always so full that you had to push and pull in order to get your small frame inside, you hated busses almost as much as you hated mornings. “Have you finished the homework for today?” Elena asked you as she came to walk beside you, to which you blinked your eyes, because honestly, you had no idea what she was talking about. She laughed loudly, her breath coming out in small clouds to which you smiled and shrugged your shoulders.

These walks to school were always one of your favorite parts of the day. It was the moment you and your best friend could have real conversations about things that were important to you, like guys and stuff. You kept yourselves busy with laughing, gossiping, sometimes you even spent it arguing. Elena was the complete opposite of you, if you were black than she was white, she was up and you were down. But that was alright, you two filled each other up and that was actually quite nice. You two always shared a different opinion about everything, it kept things interesting, though the good thing was that also meant that you had a different taste in guys, so at least you couldn’t fight over them. The two of you reached the school building and you took your pass out of your bag and held it up towards the guy who was standing at the gate. There was no way that he wasn’t freezing out here, you felt sorry for him that he had to stand here until the bell would ring.

Though there was a good reason why he was out here every single morning, scanning over your passes before nodding and letting you through. Which was that not just everyone was allowed to get into this building, because as others called it, this was the school for the spoiled, rich kids. All the fancy children of the rich families went to school here and the teachers were the best out of the best. Everyone who went to class here was expected to open their own company one day or to take over the family business. Your father owned a large company and had more than hundreds of people working for him, while he did nothing more than sitting on his ass all day and telling others what to do. Your mother didn’t do much, since your father made enough money to cover all of you and many more without her having to work. She usually kept herself busy with shopping, going out with friends, going to the hairdresser and fashion shows. Still she was seen as a very important woman, who worked her butt off ever since she had opened her own fashion line.

The past few months the contact between you and your parents had faded, and you only called each other when it was truly necessary. You just didn’t have a very close band with them, since when you had been a kid they had never been home and they had never been able to play with you or make time for you. Work and money had always been more important, and when you had been young you and felt hurt and pushed away because of it, but by now you were totally used to it. This was just how your life was, you didn’t know any better. They would sent you an amount of money each month and they would let you do with it whatever you wanted. If you needed more you just had to ask, and boom, they would transfer it to your acount. They wouldn’t even know if you were sitting behind a dumpster, dealing drugs, not that they would care. They were just lucky that you had never been a rebel, that you had always been a good girl with good friends who stayed on the right track. The last thing you wanted was to get cut off, because then how were you going to survive?

They were happy as long as you just asked money, and you didn’t start asking for them to give you attention or to spend time with you. You guessed this was their way of keeping you pleased and happy, so that they didn’t have to spend any more time with you than they actually had to. In some people’s eyes, you were a spoiled little brad who always got whatever she wanted without having to do anything for it. Well, they had no idea what they were talking about, so they better shut the hell up. Everything had a downside to it, for you that was that you had always been alone and that you had always had just yourself to relay on. Money couldn’t buy happiness, and you were one of the people who thought that statement was totally true. Elena and you entered the school building and you gratefully welcomed the warmth that came over you as you walked through the fancy looking halls which were covered by thousands of lockers against the walls.

It was one of the largest school in the city and there were so many students running through the halls that it was impossible for everyone to know everyone. Your eyes fell on a guy who was waiting by your locker, just like he usually did every single morning. It had kind of become your ritual, that the three of you would meet each other before classes would start. He was typing away on his phone while he was holding a cup of coffee in his other hand, his guitar was standing close to his feet. The boy had always been very interested in music and everything that made noise, and he was convinced that one day the whole world would scream his name while he would be performing on big stages. Sometimes you wondered if that guitar was glued against his skin, because those two were inseparable, everywhere Sehun went, that instrument went along. Though today there was definitely something off with him and you eyed your friend from the side, seeing that she grinned and had noticed the same thing as you had.

“Nice shirt dude.” You muttered as you reached him and you casually opened your locker so that you could dump your books inside of it. Sehun sniffed as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and he leaned against the iron door next to yours. His eyes scanned over the two of you with an offended look on his face and you tried your hardest not to laugh with it. “My brother washed his pink shirt with my white laundry, the dumb ass. Now all my clothes have this horrible color, like they have been swallowed and puked out again by some gum chewer.” He explained as he grabbed the edge of the shirt and gave it a pull while he looked at it as if it was bewitched or something. Sehun and his younger brother didn’t get along at all. They would do anything to ruin each others mood, but it was always terribly funny to listen to their stories. It was a surprise that those two hadn’t murdered each other yet or that they hadn’t caused one of them to land in the hospital. Elena laughed beside you and Sehun rolled his eyes, annoyed by her reaction.

Sometimes he would truly act like a spoiled brad, but you loved the guy nevertheless. You focussed your attention on the inside of your locker and watched the big economy books that seemed to stare right back at you and the pictures that were glued against the sides. It looked like a very normal locker, like the one of every single teenager. Elena and Sehun were talking about some guy they had seen walking around the halls with an even weirder shirt on than him as your phone vibrated in the pocket of your black jeans. It was actually a good thing that someone was calling you now, it was a good reminder to let you know that you still had to shut your phone down before class would start. Elena eyed you from the side as you fished your cell out of your pockets and stared at the ID that lit up on your screen. You gritted your teeth together out of frustration and for a small second you thought about not answering it and letting it go straight to voicemail. Though you knew you couldn’t, she would keep calling you until you would eventually pick up, she would never give up.

With a big sigh you turned your back towards your friends to have some privacy and then you pressed the green button before pushing the IPhone against your ear, hoping that this wouldn’t take too much of your time. “What is it mom?” You two never greeted each other like normal people did, because if you called each other it was always to ask a favor, that was just how your family worked. “______________, how are you honey?” Yep, she definitely needed something, her voice was much too happy and the fact that she wanted to seem interested in how you were doing was just to make you think that she cared for you. If she thought that you were buying this then she was damn wrong, you weren’t up for playing games, it was time to get to business. “What do you want mom?” You asked instead of answering her question. She had to know that your first class was about to start soon, maybe that was her excuse so that this conversation didn’t have to last too long and she didn’t have to keep up her act.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re free tomorrow. We’re going to have lunch together and your father and I want to introduce you to someone. Make sure you dress nicely sweetheart, some cleavage would be good, maybe that short grey dress?” When she said that your eyebrows met in the middle of your forehead and you fought the urge to tell her that you already had plans for tomorrow noon. She never told you what to wear unless there was someone you had to impress, you already hated this lunch. “Sure, just text me the address and I’ll be there.” You muttered before ending the call, goodbyes didn’t need to be exchanged. Sehun and Elena were staring at you as you turned around to face them again and they both shot you a sympathetic look. They knew how horrible your mother could be from time to time and that she could make life very hard for you. “Do you want the rest of my coffee? You need it more than I do.” Sehun said and you took the cup that he held out for you before you all went to your first class together.

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Modern au!Arno x Desmond Sister!Reader: New town

Rating: T just to be sure.

Genre: Romance and friendship

Summary: You and Desmond just arrived in the little town of Taranse, a few miles away from New York and close to a beach. The two of you then meet a young man with a french accent...

Other warning: The reader is Desmond’s twin sister and eloped with him to the little crazy town. You’re 16 and Arno is 15. Arno and Elise aren’t dating (yet). This happens in the same universe as my modern headcanons of Assassin’s creed. I guess you could consider this a gift to @midnight-skittles. Enjoy!

Word count: 1103 words

Free.

That was the first feeling you and your brother had once you both finally got onto the train for Taranse. You see, you both had enough of your’s father pressure and control on your life, and so, decided to elope to the little town where your cousin and grand-uncle lived. You both were free.

Now, you just needed to find your way to their house.

Which was going to be hard, seeing as everyone who lived there seemed a little insane.

You see, the first impression you had of the syrian side of the family was that they were weird. Well, maybe not your uncle, but your cousin was definitely weird, what’s with him wearing about five layers of clothing and sunglasses inside, being a prick to absolutely everyone but apparently dating two people at the same time and looking exactly like your brother. Just blonder, more tanned, and probably making more ladies swoon.

They had stayed for a few days, and you both got surprisingly along with Altair once he stopped being a dick. He talked to you both about the life in Taranse, how lots and lots of people got along, the fact that it was basically a picturesque little town close to the beach, looking like it was somewhat backwards in time but actually weirdly liberal.

Well, he didn’t exaggerate when he said that it was weird.

Horses and hay were absolutely fucking everywhere. The people there all seemed colorful, both in appearance and character. People running on the rooftops and jumping from said rooftops only to land in the hay. A German guy rescuing the cat of a little girl who was stuck in a tree before screaming something at a Russian old man who told them to get off his lawn (the tree was on the lawn). In short, everyone and everything seemed a little crazy.

Well. It fits with your first impression of your cousin.

So, you decided to start exploring the little town. Nothing major, just enter some shops to see what was inside. And somewhere along your exploring, you lost Desmond. Of course you tried calling him, but you discovered that your phone was out of batteries. And you didn’t have any money on yourself to use a phone boot.

Great.

Arno had no idea of how the others had succeeded in convincing him with going out. Not that he was depressed, but he was rather anti-social and didn’t like going out when he didn’t need to. He was more interested in reading stories of crimes and detective or working on his amateur novel. Not go outside and meet new people. He was fine with the amount of friends he had, thank you very much.

Oh well. At least they decided to leave him alone for a while since he simply decided to take a walk. At least, the fresh air was giving him ideas. For his novel, I mean.

And that’s when he saw you.

You were sitting in front of a bench in a park. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair gently moving through the wind and your (e/c) looking at the parent/child duo playing, who he knew as Haytham and Connor Kenway. You were dressed in a rather casual style, had no makeup on (who was he to judge?), had a white backpack slung on your shoulders and, most of all, you were looking lost.

That’s when Arno realized something.

Not that he was enamored with you, but that you were aesthetically pleasing and that he was going to model the hero of his novel on you.

If you agreed, of course.

“Hum, excuse me?” You looked at the man with a french accent who spoke to you. Well, “man” is not exactly the exact term, what’s with him looking to be around your age. He wasn’t bad on the eyes, he even looked good, but you weren’t exactly in the mood for flirting right now. “What is it?” “Oh, sorry. I guess I should present myself. My name is Arno Dorian and I am trying to write a book. I only have a few things thought out about it, and I was wondering if you were okay if I modeled the main character on you?”

Okay, that was unexpected. “Well, uh... I’m not sure. I’m kind off lost, and I don’t have any money on me right now.” Your stomach growled. “And I may be hungry...” “I can pay a meal for you. And give you some money if you liked.” Free meal, some money and a discussion with a French hottie who found you beautiful enough to want to model a character after you? You guessed you could go with that. “Uh... sure?”

And that’s how you found yourself in a cozy pizzeria with Arno taking notes on how you looked, sometimes asking you question on your life to make the character as accurate as the inspiration as possible, while still respecting your boundaries. “By the way, mademoiselle, you haven’t told me your name?...” “Oh, it’s (y/n) Miles.” “Altair’s american cousin?” “Hold on, you know Altair?”

“Everyone in Taranse know each other, mademoiselle Miles. Altair and I have met in the Alhambra, after a drama presentation when I was six and him, eight. We aren’t exactly friends, but we’re both members of the parkour club in our city, so there’s that.” “Do you know where he lives?” “... Yes?” “Can you take me there? And hand me your phone please, I need to call my brother.”

After Desmond finally found the pizzeria you were talking about, the three of you headed for the house of the Syrian side of your family. You were greeted by a flabbergasted Rashid, an hysterical Altair, a grumpy seventeen years old who was apparently his boyfriend and, five minutes later, your mother called in near panic, asking if the two of you were there. After your grand-uncle told her that the two of you were there and in one piece, he handed the phone to your brother ( who proceeded to be asked what the two of you were thinking) while you were on the couch, talking with Arno.

“You... didn’t mention you were a runaway.” “Look, our father is jerk and put way too much pressure on both of us. We couldn’t take it anymore and Altair was pretty much the only option that we saw at the time.” “I see.” Silence. Then “I hope you will be allowed to stay. You are a lovely company, (y/n).” “Thanks. You’re not bad yourself, Arno.”

This was the start of what you could see as a beautiful friendship.

THERE. Something. I finally wrote something. Maybe this is what I need to get back into writing. Maybe it’s not. I don’t know. First reader insert I write. Made this for @midnight-skittles. Hope you like it!

#arno dorian #You #this is a reader insert #Assassin's Creed #Desmond is also there #Kind off

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