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goldentournesol · 3 years

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Not in That Way

*gif not mine, found on Giphy*

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer’s TA falls in love with him.

Length: 3.3k

A/N: VAGUE SPOILERS FOR S15 AHEAD! AGE GAP (10 years). Read at your own risk everybody, very angsty. NO PART TWO’S WILL BE WRITTEN. enjoy :)

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It wasn’t hard, really. It wasn’t hard at all to fall in love with Spencer Reid. In fact, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. It came so easily that it shook her to the core.

Really, what’s not to love? He is a badass FBI agent with a heart of gold, he can literally recite almost any book to her on demand, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he looks like he’s been sculpted by a coveted artist.

She didn’t know though, she didn’t know how easy it would be to be completely enamored by someone. She didn’t know what kind of life she’d be stepping into when she’d applied to become his Teaching Assistant. She’d heard from her peers that there was a part-time professor who had been looking for a TA. She signed up without a second thought, desperate for any kind of connections that could possibly help her with her PhD in forensic psychology. When she’d learned that he was a certified genius whose other job was to be a real life superhero, she hoped and prayed he’d pick her application.

She was over the moon when she found out that he did indeed pick her out of all the students who had applied. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. She’d seen his university ID photo on the website and thought he was attractive, but seeing him in person was almost magical. The camera definitely could not quite pick up on the subtle gold flecks in his irises or the silky sheen of his hair. And that smile. She was sure she could drown in it forever.

After being chosen and going through a number of interviews, Y/N learned just how meticulous Dr. Reid was in everything he did. She helped him create the syllabus as well as build his lesson plans. Over the semester, she would go over his grading since he had the tendency to give students the answers instead of making helpful comments on the papers to make them think and reflect. She’d also learned about his particular aversion to technology, which meant they had multiple meet-ups when he was in town just so she can walk him through certain systems, like the university’s portal system as well as the email. She also showed him how to pose his answers as questions instead, explaining that sometimes, he shouldn’t answer their incomplete thoughts because it's an undergrad class. Also, with his unpredictable schedule concerning the FBI, she would often step in and teach his class whenever he was away on a case.

They’d become good friends outside of his office and classroom, probably closer than they should have been. He was just too likeable and she was always eager enough to hear what he had to say, thus a bond between them was born and reinforced each time they saw each other. He was so thoughtful, it shocked her. Once he’d heard her mention that she used to love collecting keychains when she was a child, and made sure to get her a new one from each state he’d visit thanks to his trips around the country. Her previous boyfriends were beyond disappointing in comparison to say the least, and they weren’t even dating. He knew her favorite coffee order by heart and often had it ready with a fresh croissant whenever they met at the university’s coffee shop and if they were meeting at his office, he’d take them to go.

It was little things like that that made her fall in love with him. And she knew, it’s not like she didn’t, she just chose to hide it with every cell of her being. Crushing on your professor is pretty common amongst university students, but being a TA and being desperately in love with your professor was a whole different kind of story.

She already admired his intelligence in class immensely, however hearing his stories from his time out in the field made her heart grow three times the size of normal. His stories ranged from being about geographical profiling, to action-packed anecdotes, and even funny moments with the team.

Was she constantly impressed by him? Yes.

Was she constantly worried about him? Also yes.

Which is why she’d practically made him adopt the habit of texting or calling her every time he landed in DC. They’d been chasing this unsub, Lynch, for months on end and he’d informed her that they were finally close to getting him. The last time they talked two days ago, he was feeling confident. But then it was just silence. He hadn’t texted her, he hadn’t called her. She didn’t even know if he was back in DC. Her mind took her places she didn’t want to go. He’d gotten so good with keeping her updated that this silence was turning her blood into ice water.

She’d left 11 missed calls so far. But she didn’t give up, she was determined to hear from him. The next morning she tried again, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut in a silent prayer.

“Hello?” Someone finally picked up, a woman.

“Hello? Who is this? I’m trying to reach Spencer Reid.” Y/N said into the phone, voice clearly on the edge of tears.

“Oh you must be Y/N Y/L/N. You’re Spencer’s TA. I’m Penelope Garcia, I work with Spencer.” She said into the phone evenly, calmly.

“Yes, I am. Did something happen to Spencer? He hasn’t contacted me in two days. Why do you have his phone?” Y/N worried into the phone. She could hear every heartbeat, loud and clear.

“Spencer is in the hospital. There was an explosion yesterday and he hit his head really hard. We found him passed out in his apartment this morning.” Penelope answered. Y/N’s eyes widened and she felt the tears slip from her eyes quickly. The panic began to set in.

“C-could you please text me the address?” Y/N managed to whisper into the phone through her tears.

“Of course, sweetie. He’s going to be okay. His mother is here, I’m assuming you know about Diana?” She asked tenderly.

“Yes, yes, I know. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Y/N said, already rushing to put on shoes and looking for her keys.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t long, but Y/N felt like it took ages to get there anyway. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were already swollen as if she’d been crying for days. There was a bad, bad feeling reverberating around in her chest. She’d somehow floated through the hospital like she was running on autopilot.

She’d found the room and met eyes with a blonde woman adorning two identical blue puffs in her hair. She would have thought they were adorable if she wasn’t panicking her heart out. She spotted Spencer laying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes hanging around his ears and inserted into his nose. The sight made her stomach lurch. Something about the way his usually pink lips were drained of their color made her want to sob until tomorrow came. Beside the bed on the other side sat Diana Reid, a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’d seen her in photos before. Diana merely stared at her with a hint of a smile.

She stepped in the hospital room, swallowing down the bile in her throat, “H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” She waved tentatively into the room, almost unable to keep with the tensity of the two women’s gazes. She wiped at her eyes and stood at the foot of Spencer’s bed, “Is he going to be okay?” She asked, staring at the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest. That way it was reassuring to watch him. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she stood.

“The doctors are hopeful.” Penelope replied, assessing the young woman who just entered. She was much younger than she previously thought she was. Although she had no idea what to expect when it came to Spencer’s academic life, he was always surprising her.

Diana sat still and silent in the hospital chair, a pensive expression draped across her features. Penelope sensed a tension in the room and looked towards Diana, “Hey, Diana, would you like to come with me down to the cafeteria to fetch some jello for Spencer to eat when he wakes up?”

Y/N sent Penelope a sidelong glance filled with gratitude. She tuned out the sounds of Diana telling Penelope the story of the first time Spencer had jello as they exited the small room. She immediately pulled up the chair closest to his bed and grasped his hand tightly. She let out a shaky breath at the contact. Cold, his hand was so, so cold.

“Oh, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me.” She whispered, pressing her lips to the back of his hand quickly, “I could have lost you today...and-and I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself if that would have happened. I know you probably can’t hear me, but I still have to say what I’m going to say. I have to. For myself. So here goes,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “there’s nothing that scares me more than losing you, and that thought alone terrifies me.” She sniffled, wiping away her tears, “What I feel for you terrifies me, Spencer. I didn’t know I was capable of loving someone so deeply until I met you. And...I don’t know what to do with all this love, I want to hand it all to you, let you see yourself the way I see you, but I can’t do that. I can’t.” She held back an incoming sob, whispering, “I can’t ask that of you.”

She bowed her head and rested it along his forearm, her silent tears soaking through the hospital sheets. The fear of grieving for him outweighed the fear of rejection. She’d never forgive herself if he died without knowing how big of a space he occupied in her heart. She didn’t know if she was brave enough to tell him to his face while he was awake, but this was a start. Solidifying her feelings was a start. And man, were they solid.

A few minutes later, her phone began to ring because of an endless stream of emails. There was a class today, and she’d have to teach it. She went back and forth from her phone to Spencer’s face and released a deep, heavy sigh from the pit of her chest. She stood from her seat and hovered her hand over his cheek before allowing it to rest timidly on his skin.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.” She paused, chewing on her lip, “I love you.” She said softly, fresh tears making their way back to the brim of her eyes. She pulled away from him and exited the room swiftly.

Spencer’s bleary eyes opened slightly to just barely catch the sight of her disappearing into the hallway from which she came. Seconds later, Penelope and his mother came marching in, seeing his open eyes.

Penelope set down the cups of jello nearby and Diana made her way to her son quickly. He could barely keep his eyes open for long enough. It was a small achievement but they both held onto it dearly.

Hours later, he blinked his eyes open again as he heard his mother and Penelope conversing about his favorite type of cloud. Diana leaned over her son’s bed and set a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stared at her fondly.

“Am I alive or is this heaven?” He asked, smiling slightly.

“You are very much alive.” Diana smiled broadly at him.

Garcia had since gone back to the office to assist the team in finally closing the Lynch case. Spencer was just waking up from yet another snooze.

Diana looked at him closely, sometimes he felt she was the profiler in the room, “She told you didn’t she?”

Spencer rubbed at his eyes slightly, “Who are you talking about?” He yawned.

“The pretty girl who was in here earlier.” Y/N’s name had slipped her mind the second she said it. Spencer stared at his mother incredulously, shocked at just how clear her mind was at the moment. Diana took his silence as an affirmative and nodded at him.

“You should tell her.” She said definitively. For a moment, he doubted if he understood just what she meant, but he understood.

“How did you know?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I told you, a mother always knows. And I saw the way she looked at you. She deserves to know, Spencer.” Diana said.

She deserves to know.

The thought tumbled around in his head for days after he was discharged from the hospital. He was on medical leave for the moment but as soon as he could see straight, he took the train to her apartment. He’d been there a few times, they’d had a few casual dinners there while grading papers together or coming up with future lesson plans. His hands were on the verge of trembling as he knocked on her apartment door. The numbers nailed on the door mocked him as he stood waiting for her to open.

She frowned at the sound, she wasn’t expecting anybody. She pushed her laptop to the side and stood to straighten her pajamas, making her way to the door. She ripped it open as soon as she saw who it was.

“Spencer! Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been worried sick about you.” She threw her arms around his middle tightly, making him stagger a bit from the impact, but he enveloped her in his arms anyway. The contact was very welcome.

“Hey.” He smiled into the hug, his heart spilling with gratitude over being worthy enough of her attention. They separated from the embrace and she stared at him with a look resembling wonder.

“What are you doing here? I thought you still had a few more days off until you had to get back to work. Come in, come in.” She moved aside to let him in. She also moved a plethora of blankets and textbooks off the couch to make space for him to sit.

“I know, I’m sorry for kind of coming over unannounced. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” He eyed her matching set of cartoon character pajamas as he took a seat, making a mental note that it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. She blushed under his gaze but shook her head nonetheless.

“Oh come on, you know you’re always welcome here. Can I get you something to drink? Some water or coffee, maybe?” She asked.

“Water’s fine.” He smiled, leaning back into the couch. She nodded and made her way into the kitchen. Spencer’s shoulders untensed for a moment and he hadn’t realized that he’d been carrying so much of his worries in them around her. She came back with the water and took a seat next to him, angling her body to face him. He muttered a thank you as he sipped from it, unsure how to approach the situation.

“I wanted to thank you. For coming to the hospital to see me. That meant a lot.” He met her eyes and saw a flash of panic dance across her irises. How did he know she was there? Penelope probably told him, right? He couldn’t have heard her.

“Of course, Spencer. It’s the least I could do.” She smiled sweetly. His heart cleaved in his chest as he stared at the sweet girl in front of him.

What did he ever do to deserve her friendship?

He fidgeted with the glass in his hands, a silence beginning to drape over them.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, noticing his fidgeting.

He took a deep breath and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. He turned his body to face her and reached for her soft hands. Her breath hitched at the intimate contact, butterflies erupting in the pit of her abdomen.

“You are a remarkable person, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I see the absolute worst that humanity has to offer on a daily basis, but you have made it your mission to make my life easier. And you do, honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He said with soft eyes and a half-laugh. She smiled back, she could practically feel the rush from his words directly in her brain.

“And it is an honor to be loved by you,” his voice hesitated to say the word, his eyes darkening with regret as he continued. Realization snapped into place for her as he said, “but I can’t give you what you need.”

He had heard her. He knew.

Her blood ran cold as she tore her hands away from his, as if the skin on his hands had the ability to burn her. He frowned as he watched her frantic eyes search his for any semblance of dishonesty. Her throat closed up over all the words that fought to surface. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came up. Instead, tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.

“What?” She whispered, brokenhearted and momentarily in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He tried to console her but she was past the point of consolation.

“I-I understand.” She nodded painfully, tears cascading down her face before she even got the chance to wipe them away, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s completely unprofessional.” She swallowed an incoming sob as best as she could.

“No, I’m glad you told me, but if I’m being honest, I knew long before it. This isn’t about professionality, I don’t care about that. But I care about you, a lot.” Spencer said softly, staring at the young woman in front of him. She shook her head, utterly devastated and doing her best to shield herself from his gaze. Thoughts escaped her as her heart took a deep-dive to settle in her abdomen.

“And I thought I should let you know how I feel. I love you, Y/N,” he paused, “just not in that way.” The soft voice he used was completely useless against the harshness of the words.

She tried, she tried her absolute hardest to suppress the incoming sob, but those words just about broke the dam. She rubbed at her eyes, nodding. He tried to set a comforting hand on her shoulder but decided against it. She took a deep breath and stood up from the couch.

That was enough humiliation for the day.

“No, no, I completely understand.” She said, voice wobbly and eyes ringed with red. He frowned up at her at the sight of her being so upset.

“Will you be okay?” He asked as he stood up from his seat. She laughed slightly, this man had devastated her, broken her heart with a few simple words and still wondered if she’d be okay. That’s Spencer Reid for you. The question made her heart ache and long for him more. His simplicity and good intentions made her question why the world wasn’t kind enough to let her have him.

“No, I won’t. And I probably won’t be okay for a long time. Because I will keep meeting men and keep comparing them to you so, until I stop doing that, no, I won’t be okay, Spencer.” She answered with a surprisingly stable voice. He frowned and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, stepping forward to cup her cheek and gently use his thumb to wipe the remainder of her tears. Her glassy eyes bored right into his, her lips wobbling at the contact. She then closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth one last time before he tore himself away from her completely and showed himself out of the apartment without looking back.

That was when she allowed herself to fall apart. He heard her heart wrenching cries from behind the door and hesitated, but decided to walk away anyway with a chest heavy with regret.

She will never be enough for him, she thought.

He will never be enough for her, he thought.

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princesssarcastia · 3 years

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2021 Harry Potter Fanfic Primer

im here to point fingers at the incredible authors that have enabled my new interest in HP content. im still conflicted and upset about it, tbh, but for now we’re leaning into the curve. we’re getting out our shovel and finding out just how deep we can make the hole we’re in. hand in unlovable hand my beloved <3. anyway, these fics are wonderful, their authors are wonderful, and you should go read their stuff. if there’s a star next to it that means im losing my mind over it and always will be.

Creatively Maladjusted, by elumish on AO3, 101k (they also have a wonderful writing advice blog on tumblr, @elumish, which I recommend following if you are a writer)

A very excellent re-telling of harry’s first year at hogwarts if he were sorted into Slytherin, plus some more not!fic or piecemeal re-tellings of his second and part of his third year. Harry, in this, has a slightly different trauma response to growing up with the Dursley’s. He’s a bit quieter, and the signs are a bit more obvious to the people around him, and I enjoyed that immensely.

Honestly, if you’re going to get sucked into something you have absolutely no business getting sucked into, elumish is the way to go, their fic is incredible. their teen wolf fic is also immaculate, if you’re so inclined.

Dissonance, by ImpishTubist on AO3, 2.5k (@impishtubist on tumblr)

Set during fifth year. Oblivious!Harry has always been a delightful trope when well executed, and this is well executed. Plus, some angst between Remus and Harry over what Umbridge has been doing to him.

I would certainly recommend a lot of ImpishTubist’s other hp work on AO3, like Lacuna.

blow us all away, by rexcorvidae on AO3, 23k (@rexcorvidae on tumblr)

In progress (like, updated last week in progress). Currently in the beginning of Harry’s first year. Fem!Harry, Indian!Harry. Hagrid puts Harry in touch with Remus when she has questions about her parents, and they become reluctant, traumatized, angst-ridden pen pals who keep missing each other’s true intentions like ships in the night. hot DAMN do I love this fic. there’s hints of the way the dursley’s treat Harry peaking through in her letters, and I appreciated the attention to “hmm, her experience as a girl of indian descent in britain under the thumb of a bunch of white people who like being Normal may not have been gucci”

Definitely comb through the rest of their HP fic, too, I may or may not have gone feral over it.

Where the Heart is, by silver_fish on AO3, 15k (@kohakhearts on tumblr)

Woof. This one said, “hey, harry was probably SUPER depressed in the summer after fifth year. like, clinically. maybe someone should do something about that.” Fuck yeah. Then this one said, “that someone was Snape.” You all know my opinions on Snape; generally, Bad. But damn if this fic didn’t wholly convince me by the end of it. I thought it was a very realistic way for Snape to start seeing Harry as a person all on his own, and not a proxy for Snape’s angst over James and Lily, respectively. The angst is wonderful, the ending is even more so.

*bernie sanders voice* I am once again asking you to read through the rest of the author’s HP fic. a lot of them have similar themes; there’s actually a great one with Molly that i’m not reccing here, Wonder.

☆Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on AO3, 60k (@quietlemonhush on tumblr)

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I ENJOYED/AM ENJOYING THIS. If I had to pick a single fic and say “you, it’s your fault I’m stuck here,” it would be this one. Anyway Lily in the afterlife is So Very Angry about how Petunia is treating Harry, and how Sirius is rotting in Azkaban, and how Remus is alone, that she literally brings herself back to life and drags James and Regulus with her. All three of them are there to chew bubblegum and fix everything that went wrong after they died—and would you look at that, they’re all out of bubblegum! There’s only Fury left. That inciting premise is very crack, but every moment after that is very much not crack. Lily and James love harry more than anything, the way a child should be loved; James and Sirius have the epic friendship of a lifetime; Sirius and Remus have staggering amounts of resolved sexual tension and take turns keeping each other in check; Regulus, though he realized that Voldemort and his family were shit before he died, is still unlearning all his racist bullshit and, also, years of trauma. Actually, they’re all traumatized, but hey: now they have one another again and not a damn one of them seems inclined to let go anytime soon. Quietlemonhush went, “hey, HP has a lot of Awful people in it, and a lot of Righteous people in it, and many of them are Very, Very Powerful; also, love is the most powerful force in the universe” and i said “hell yes tell me more right now.” And then they did!

Quietlemonhush writes Sirius/Remus in a way that makes it sooo much fun to devour, so the rest of their HP fic is most certainly worth a look, if that’s your thing.

Rebuilding, by Colubrina on AO3, 113k (@colubrina on tumblr)

Hermione/Draco (*shrug emojis into the abyss* yeah, yeah, like none of us have ever been there before). Takes place during Hogwarts 8th year, and while the beginning is, IMO, a little unfair to Ron, it gets much better. Tells the story of Hermione and Draco clearing the air, learning to like each other, having some hormones over each other, and then falling in love. Also tells the story of Hermione and Theo Nott becoming friends; the story of how every single 7th and 8th year student is fucked to hell by the war and the Carrows; the story of how they start an emotional support group about it and all become friends; and the story of, what the hell do you do with yourself after that kind of trauma?

I’ve been dipping in and out of Colubrina’s HP since before I was even on tumblr; I actually found them in those dark yesteryears when the only fandom interactions I had were on fanfiction.net. Of such fame as Green Girl, which is an HP fic staple, and has also written a lot of wackier, crackier, and darker things than that. If you don’t take yourself too seriously, I highly recommend many of their big HP works, though I imagine it’ll press some people’s buttons. Colubrina’s work really does take up a corner of my mind whenever I’m in an HP mood, and will take up yours if you let it.

☆ all waiting is long, by shuofthewind on AO3, 149k ( @shu-of-the-wind on tumblr)

This is so well written that I can’t stop thinking about it. It is occupying my mind when I lie awake at night, you know? It’s one of those. Hermione messes with something she probably shouldn’t have in Grimmauld Place, so when Sirius is sent through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, she gets thrust into an alternate universe...in 1975. Instead of handwaving it away, shuofthewind actually gets into the mechanics of it in a way that makes sense, to emphasize that hermione is never going home. ever. The world she finds herself is shifted slightly to the left, quite a bit darker, but in a “the author is treating the idea of a society-wide conflict over blood purity much more seriously than JKR ever did” way, not a sensationalist way. Now, Hermione has to grapple with all her grief at losing everyone she’s ever loved or known, the moral/ethical/magical implications of sharing what she knows about her future in an alternate world, and, you know, a goddamn war with people who want to murder her for being who she is. This Hermione is smart, and she’s kind, and she’s powerful, and she’s making real friends. If you hate JKR’s guts I’d go read this right now, because it delivers in all the ways she failed us. It’s plotty, its got great world-building, and it pulls back the white curtain on the wizarding world to show you that, like real life, it’s multicultural and full of queer people...and the discrimination that comes with both.

shuofthewind write epics, mainly for the MCU, and I’ve read some of them a looooong time ago, so this fic kinda seemed out of left field for me but im SOOOO GLAD it exists. If you want MCU fic you can sink your teeth into, go for it, but alas, they do not have any more HP fic (.......yet?)

Speak Now [+] Listen Now, by mrsfrizzle on AO3, 33k altogether

Harry reaches out to Remus for support because Umbridge is getting to him with her literal torture. Remus, being a former professor, former mandatory reporter, person who loves Harry and has since he was born, and all around good man, tells Harry he has to tell someone, or Remus will. It’s everything any adult looking back on that time in HP canon ever wanted, which is for an actual adult to say “what the fuck, those are literal chidlren” and then do something about it. Then, a far more dangerous task: Harry trusts Remus enough to go to him about the Dursleys. Harry and Remus’ relationship develops SO WELL, and there’s a bit of exploration about how Sirius may not exactly be guardian material, because he did in fact spend 12 years of his life getting tortured instead of growing up. I think I’m actually going to go reread this right now, because it speaks to my id.

they do have some other HP fic which did not appeal to my hyperspecific wants, but may appeal to some of yours. I think they’re also a published author, there should be a link on their profile page.

chase the stars, by Duskglass on AO3, 101k (@felix-duskglass on tumblr)

When Harry is five years old, a picture of him ends up in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius Black, Terror of Ministry Officials Touring Azkaban everywhere, gets a hold of that issue. He then, in order: breaks out of Azkaban; crosses the countryside to Surrey; Finds Harry: Kidnaps Harry; Breaks Into Remus’ Apartment; starts processing (or maybe just acknowledging) his trauma from Azkaban, the war, and his childhood; and pines after Remus. It’s a little plotty, and deals a lot (sometimes through flashbacks) with the specific awful things that happened to Sirius—largely because, after years in the constant presence of Dementors, those are nearly literally the only memories he has left. It’s a wonder he’s got the strength to love Harry and Remus at all. But then, maybe it isn’t.

This is a Very Serious Fic, but the rest of Duskglass’s HP work is actually just cracky enough to tickle your funny-bone, while still making you think “okay but why couldn’t we have done that in the first place.”

So! That’s it for recs, for now. These are all things I’ve found and read in the last month; if any of y’all are interested in my old HP recs, let me know and I can make a post for that, too. While I’m still very conflicted about my choice of current fandom, I am not in ANY way conflicted about my taste in fic and authors. Send these guys some love, read their fic if you’re so inclined, and leave some nice comments at the end of it.

#harry potter #hp #fic recs #hp fic #to the authors: if for some reason you don't want to be on this list #let me know and i'll be happy to take your part down #tho i'm hoping you're fine with it because i want other people to read this stuff #and then cry about it with me #harry potter fic #harry potter fic recs

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dontcallmecarrie · 4 years

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One Step Forward...

just realized that while I have quite a bit on Tony’s time in college for BDEL, it’s pretty general so here’s an attempt to remedy that. Bear in mind that there’s a timeline squish going on, otherwise things won't make sense.

Tony looked around the enormous lecture hall with wide eyes, practically vibrating in his seat. He knew he stuck out like a sore thumb, but he didn't care: his shiny new student ID was burning a hole in his pocket, his messenger bag was a near-clone of his neighbor’s, and in the next few minutes he’d start on the next chapter of his life.

This was the first time he’d set foot in an institute of higher learning, for the express purpose of learning. Sure, he still had to lay low, since Tony Stark was still #1 on America’s Most Wanted Missing Children [even if his twenty-second birthday came and went months ago, take a hint already Howard], and living with someone still getting used to the world after an involuntary ice nap, but...for the first time in his life, he could let loose.

Could finally poke at some of the things he’d been itching to try with like-minded individuals, could research and leaf through theses and journals without having to sneak around anyone who might be curious as to what a ten-year-old was doing with a textbook on fluid mechanics.

Child prodigies were easy to pick out; enterprising college students, though?

When everyone was broke and scrambling to stand out, especially in a university big enough for some of its courses to have upwards of 300 students, while also having some cool-sounding research going on?

Nobody’d look too closely at some freshman asking too many questions.

That’s what he was counting on, anyway.

The professor strode up to the podium, and Tony straightened up in preparation for his first day of college.

Mistakes were made.

Many, many mistakes were made.

Tony walked out of the latest round of exams with a bounce in his step, already thinking about whether or not he’d be able to make it to the guest lecture in time to find a seat...only to pick up the dark muttering of some of his classmates.

“Ugh, that was brutal and I think there was a typo somewhere in there because how��”

“—had like one slide covering it during lecture, why was it—”

“—an I’m going to fail, this stupid class is going to tank my GPA, fu—”

Some were almost in tears, some were fuming. More than a few were bleary-eyed, clearly having pulled an all-nighter cramming for the test that made up a good chunk of their grade.

Tony tried not to feel too guilty about wrecking the grading curve because he had no doubt he’d aced it, and had done the extra-credit question too just because he could and it’d seemed like a fun thought exercise.

Then he checked his watch, bit back a curse as he clutched at his messenger bag, and started to jog towards the building he’d seen on the flyer about public health talks.

Culver University had several of the typical crypids for a college campus: that one bookstore five minutes away with just about every book under the sun, that hole-in-the-wall restaurant that somehow managed to avoid getting written up for health code violations, that one professor who was always listed on the roster but hadn’t been seen since the first day of class.

However, not three months into the new academic year, a new cryptid was being added to the roster: Caffeine Rush Undergrad.

If Tony hadn’t known just what the hell he was doing, he would not have managed to secure a space for his research project. As it was, his obvious interest and experience in computer programming had been a plus, so even if he’d had to bullshit his way out of declaring a major while also convincing everyone he knew what he was doing— it was worth it.

He now had a bench dedicated to his work on cloud computing, and even if Culver didn’t know his end goal was getting JARVIS even more mobility than before on top of seeing what else he could do with what resources he now had at hand, well...this place was a goddamn candy store, alright?

Also, as a bonus he was now a familiar face to several departments he hadn’t quite gotten around to checking out, including a free pass to continue arguing with that one philosophy chair whenever office hours were slow and his code was compiling.

Caffeine Rush Undergrad had a name, presumably.

However, when looking at short freshmen and transfer students and seeing the only one in the room who looked actually excited about the upcoming exams, well...it was hard to remember to ask.

Tony met Bruce Banner and Betty Ross after he found some of their publications, and his glee at discovering that they were working on something a few wings away from his own bench was...something.

Not explosive, because he knew better than to attract the wrong sort of attention, but something.

Sure, they’d eyed him suspiciously at first, but after seeing he knew what he was doing and that he had no interest in stealing their research, they got along swimmingly!

Well, at least they didn’t treat him like a younger sibling the way Foster and Selvig did, anyway.

More like a second set of eyes, and even if Tony didn’t entirely get the finer points he was able to follow along well enough. Kind of like the way Bruce was a great rubber duck whenever he shared what he was doing with JARVIS, even if he sometimes seemed more than a little amused by the comparison.

Caffeine Rush Undergrad was like a goddamn puppy, all wide eyes and running around all the damn time, leaving behind towering stacks of books whenever he went to the library and sneaking into lecture halls for classes he wasn’t even in just to ask the speaker questions later.

It was impressive. And exhausting, and intimidating, especially when word got out that Caffeine Rush somehow had managed to secure a research position in one of the most competitive programs on campus.

...and then he disappeared after the Green Incident, which only cemented his notoriety.

Tony had two coffees in hand, one for Betty and one for Bruce, and nearly dropped both the moment he glimpsed General Ross in the hall, headed towards—

Oh.

He turned on a heel and ducked into the nearest office he could find, before Howard’s old golf buddy could spot him and risk putting two and two together.

“You didn’t tell me your old man was Thunderbolt Ross.” Tony said as he passed over a cup of now-lukewarm coffee. His voice wasn’t accusing; he was better than that. But his hands were this close to shaking, and there was a tension he couldn’t shake because he’d foolishly, naively assumed he was safe here, why had he—

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked, eyes sharp and damn it he was slipping if some civilians could see it.

“Nothing.” Tony plastered on a smile, and shoved his cup in his direction as he mentally readied himself as to what he’d need to do now because if his mom hadn’t picked up chatter then they were okay, but...

Oh, right.

Geez, seeing Ross had really shaken him up. But his family was safe, and he had a plan and a story and he could bullshit with the best of them, he just had to get a grip.

Deep breath, steady hands. DUM-E was pressing against his leg in his messenger bag, while Butterfingers was a comforting weight in his jacket pocket. He could handle this.

“Nothing,” he repeated to their disbelieving looks, “it’s just that my mom was a... Vietnam protestor. She broke a lot of shit, and... may or may not have several warrants with her name still out there.”

He hated lying to his friends, but his family was on the line. Uncle James was still living with him, his mom didn’t need any more stress than she already had.

Also? It wasn’t actually a lie. Technically, his mom was a kidnapper. Jury was still out on the treason charges, though, because enough people counted her as a whistleblower that Howard hadn’t been able to get those charges to stick.

Bruce relaxed, but frowned in concern. “You recognized Betty’s father from that?”

Tony didn’t hide how awkward he was feeling now, after the fact. Especially because it was the truth, in a way. If only even weirder.

“There’s a strong resemblance going on, and he...mayormaynothavebeenlookingforherpersonally.”

Misleading? Yes. Did he regret it? Nope.

Betty shared a look with Bruce, then looked at the doorway and blanched before surging forward and shoving him behind her desk.

Fortunately, Tony knew enough to roll with it and so ducked and curled himself the best he could just as the footsteps got louder and General Ross’ voice came from the doorway.

“Oh, almost forgot— Banner? What are you doing here?”

Bruce’s shoes had a very distinctive squeak whenever he shifted his weight nervously. Tony’d noticed it before, but never quite like now.

“Hello, General Ross—” He started, before Betty cut in.

“Dad? I wanted to tell you this in person. I have a boyfriend.” She must have gestured or made a face, for the choked noise coming from Bruce’s side of the room and how did he get himself in these situations, seriously?

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littlemeowyoons · 4 years

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Bonded

A/N- It’s my first time posting my writing on Tumblr but I guess better late than never huh, so here you go. More is in work so please anticipate a lot.

~Fay

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), a drop of angst, Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:1.7k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more ; you.

Series: Masterlist ll Part 2 lI Part 3

Part 1: Distress

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“Why own a fucking iPhone when you can’t even answer a fucking call?! Dammit!”, he breathed hard after his nth tempt to connect the line failed again, his own Samsung device was clutched tightly in hand, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Yoongi had reached that point where smashing the black covered device in hand to the wall was considered a bliss, but he was saint enough to convince himself otherwise. Not when his phone was his gateway out of this mess; the only way maybe. So he tried again; redialing the numbers, manually even.

“I swear I’ll shred your trench coat to pieces, fucking im-“

The end of the line connected midway his constant ranting.

“Oh thank God above you finally answered! What took you so long?”

“Ever heard of Bio lecture Yoongi?”, the soft voice at the receiving end answers calmly, though Yoongi knew the person was beyond annoyed.

Who wouldn’t? Multiple spam in all form of communication, texts, kakaotalk, Instagram dm; at this point, Yoongi wanted to settle down to those damn pigeons. Even Yoongi would be out of his head if it happen to him, not that it will happen in the near future or anything.

“Don’t outsmart me woman, I’m not in the mood.”

“What is it Yoongi? You know I have class at this time of the day”

“I need your help”, his breath came out breathless than ever.

“Fuck if you’re asking about the same kinetic and potential energy chapter, I’m gonna rip all my nonexistent and existent hair out of my-“

“Please…”

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

You swear it took you everything not to scream out of frustration watching your phone blow off during lecture period. Plus, the same ID that keeps popping up on the lock screen adds the bitter taste. Once your professor said the word ‘thank-‘, you were already making your way out of the hall, books not even properly shoved in bag and you were sure you left your favourite baby blue Sharpie highlighter behind.

Once in the hallway, you yanked your phone out of your sling bag and slide the screen harshly, already embracing yourself for the upcoming questions and constant groaning. What you did not expect is the person on the other side panting heavily, desperate. Yoongi sounds…distress.You were still processing his jumbled words but once the word ‘please’ escaped his mouth, you froze.

That word is so rare to even pass-through Yoongi’s head, what less say it. The last time you remembered the word ever exist in his sentence, was the day he consulted you at the cafeteria. Head down, full frown and shoulder slumped was some few giveaway you could collect which equals to one thing; failed test.

You were used to people asking you questions, since you were one of the few alphas in curriculum areas. But having Yoongi, the junior of Art and Music Department, Majoring in Music Production asking you to be a full-time physics tutor is…well, unexpected. You pity him, that poor boy seems like he couldn’t breathe for goodness sake, not until you lean back to your metal seats and smile softly, not forgetting to nod along while you utter the word that Yoongi seems dread to hear, ‘Sure, when?’

You swear his eyes shine like a good measure 60 watts light bulb. But that was long time ago, you lost track how long it was though you were sure it won’t be more than a year now, hearing that Yoongi is in serious problem was the main pushover to your muscle cells.

The thing is Yoongi never beg, ever. He never sounds that desperate even when he got 5 per cent on his last two physics quiz, he never sounds this discomfort.

“I’ll be there in five”.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

You almost lost a footing while climbing the stairs up the boys’ dormitory, but you didn’t stall behind. Once room 103 is in front of you, you proceed to reach out to knock, when you heard an infant’s cry. You froze, chest rising in rapid beat from all the runnings.

“Yoongi?”

The crying was still there, you glance to check the neighbouring room number on the door, confirming that the room in front of you indeed belongs to Yoongi. So you crossed your heart and decided to knock, after all, you go with the concept YOLO. The door opened to reveal a hopelessly in despair Yoongi and a small woven basket on his dinner table, the moving mauve blanket shows that he wasn’t alone in the room, physically anyway.

Though the facts were right in front of your eyes, your mouth was sealed from emitting any word, what less sounds. You just stand there, at his doorstep, mouth agape. The cried were getting louder and the small tiny hands rising from the woven basket was doing nothing other than deepening the frown on Yoongi’s forehead.

“Come on Y/n, say something…”

Once his words registered in yourself, you took a last glance to Yoongi, before backing away into the hallway and sprint off.

“I need to go.”

“Y/n wait!”

No no no, this is bad. He thought Y/n would be different, thought she’ll understand but turns out, she ran away.

“Just…just like Hyoju.”, Yoongi whispers.

The cries from behind him gets louder and he snapped to look at the one sole thing that currently gives him a headache.

“Can you fucking shut it?!”

Yoongi growled but then retracted away from the dining table, against the wall and sliding down on his back until he reaches the floor. A sudden seed of fear bloom in his chest,

“What am I doing, am I already out of my mind? He’s just a baby, what does he even know?”, Yoongi sigh while standing and dragged himself to the basket, brushing along his slender fingers through the baby’s thin hair; his baby. The living being right in front of him is his own making, an act done without even considering about the effect. In this case, Yoongi can admit that he’s one of the few to be blame, maybe THE ONE to be blamed, fuck he was so drunk that night he can barely remember her, the mother of his child, Han Hyoju

The baby’s crying subsided a little as soon as Yoongi’s fingers make contact with the head, as if the touch of a 10-minutes-ago-newly known-father is proof that it’s safe for the little one.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do”, he whispered because it was a fact.

Yoongi was never a fan of kids, he was never a person-type, a typical signs of an introvert. His only source of never-ending help support is none other than his roommate, Dance Major Park Jimin. He helps Yoongi realize that age is just numbers, Yoongi; as a hyung, two years older, seeks more advice than he wants to admit. This whole two years living with Jimin, the topic of conversation never goes off if it didn’t start with Jimin encouraging Yoongi to get some sunlight on him to which Jimin always said, as Yoongi quoted “We don’t need a walking paperwhite corpse walking around campus, hyung. Go out and get some air would you?”.

It’s just that Jimin’s happy go lucky trait as well as his naturally warm smile is enough to blooms a friendship unlike Yoongi, who people would just point fingers at and said ‘cold, harsh and rock dead’ just by a mere look. Jimin don’t, however. That’s how Yoongi opened up a little to him. But now, that said roommate can’t help him, being on the other side of Korea, back in Busan his hometown for four days(though Yoongi doubt he won’t prolong it) limits Yoongi to ask for any favour to his friend. The kid in front of him will die of thirst first if he waits for Jimin. That’s what left him to his other only friend; Y/L/N Y/N.

But Yoongi could understand what you did, how you act. It’s because both Yoongi and you didn’t share more than three sentences, or on some lucky days short bickering outside of your tutoring hour. He only knows the basic things for someone to be an acquaintance; name, major and room number(because it slipped your mouth once when texting your roommate), but other than that, zero-knowledge. Jimin insisted that he asked more, to what Yoongi always dismiss, he’s too shy or scared, or maybe both.

Though Yoongi knew so much, he still labels you as a friend, which means a name listed in his life whereabouts, significant enough for him, not a nobody. He wanted to smile thinking that you’re indeed a friend to him, but it falters upon remembering you retreated away.

“I’m doomed…”

A sudden burst of the door jolted Yoongi, retracting his hand that once was playing with the baby hairs on his child’s head. You walk in, head high and face determined. You dropped off your school bag by the sofa, the usual place when you hang around Yoongi’s room after tutor session. Yoongi was overwhelmed, all his senses went numb, why did you return?

“Yoongi, does the baby comes with a bag, a pouch, anything other than the basket?”, you already made your way into the kitchen, but Yoongi still got a perfect view of your side profile from where he’s standing.

“Umm-“, Yoongi snapped out of his short trance and reached out for the mustard yellow beg that was originally in the same basket as his child when he first opens his door this morning, “Is this it?”

You glance over to him and nod, motioning him to hand it over. Once the bag is in your hand, you unzip it and pull out a baby bottle. Yoongi just watched in awe as you mixed baby formula, Yoongi assumed the grey paper bag you brought with you contained the powder formulae. He knows he shouldn’t be gawking like that, but he’s completely amazed, the fact that you came back had him racked his brain for a reason why, and now you’re going through all of this just to feed his kid. He felt small. Once the formula milk was done, you walked towards the living room and straight to the dining table, where the baby is. The red face of the baby shows just how long it had been crying.

‘Poor thing.’, you thought. You put down the baby bottle on the table, hands reached out to swoop out the crying baby and puts the nuzzle near the mouth. After some effort, the baby takes in the nuzzle into his mouth and right away the rooms fell into a deep silence.

“Aww you poor thing, starving huh? It’s okay it’s okay. I got you.”, you cooed.

Yoongi stood there dumbly, watching you feeding his own child, still confused but for sure, extremely grateful. Now if only explaining is easy enough.

#bts yoongi #single dad! au #bts #bts imagines #yoongi imagine #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 5 years

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Sugar Daddy [Hoseok x Reader] 9

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

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Genre: Romance // Angst // Smut

Summary: A sudden request to be one of the most powerful man’s sugar baby comes apart of your life, it’s hard to turn it down. However, through the process of this relationship, you slowly start to feel for him..but then again, you become extremely wary of the position you’re in. Will this end well…?

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Ah sorry for whomever asked to be tagged. I wrote it down somewhere and then lost it D: Just send me a message (dm or through ask) and I’ll put you on the next chapter for the tag list! Anyways, here’s the next update, sorry loves it’s been awhile.

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You kept distancing yourself from Hoseok as the seasons started to change. Or so it felt like you were distancing yourself from him. Hoseok continued to get busier by the second, meaning that he didn’t have a lot of time for you. Which made you feel like you weren’t good enough in the first place. Although, despite not giving him what he wanted, Hoseok stayed good to his word. He continued to pay for your college tuition, and sending you gifts whenever he could.

Although those gifts were few and they weren’t big either. You were getting a little pessimistic as the air grew more relaxed, and your feelings for him grew distant. Everything seemed to be going well at work, despite your boss knowing what happened between you and Hoseok. That would forever be in the back of your mind as you sat there, trying to figure out what your next move would be. Of course, your career could be ruined even before you started it.

Small thoughts like such ran throughout your every being. You couldn’t help yourself, though, considering that you joined because of your best friend. Speaking of whom, Ayeong had her hands full with sophomore. For some reason, she found him to be attractive, humorous, and everything that was not someone her age. Although you couldn’t deny that his looks weren’t there, you had to step back just a little because of the age difference.

Yeah, it was only two years apart, but something about younger men didn’t appeal to you. However, you shouldn’t be speaking as Hoseok was and is only two years older than you are so you weren’t utterly unsatisfied with her decision. Ayeong often showed pictures of him whenever she decided to gush. Park Jimin was known for his excellent dance skills and innocent mind.

However, as Ayeong pointed out, he wasn’t so innocent in bed. Plus, what he was hiding under his clothes was something to look forward to as she often put it. Since your positions had flipped, you were on the receiving end of things. Listening to Ayeong speaks about how amazing Jimin was in bed, amongst other things. You were happy for your friend, but it certainly felt like you were missing apart from yourself.

Without Hoseok, everything just kind of went back to normal. The world wasn’t as “colorful,” as one would say. It felt like a rush with him, and since you weren’t getting it anymore...

The loud bang of your forehead hitting your desk took you from your thoughts. It was another sleepless night as you had purposefully pushed your final project to the side. Since the end of the semester was coming, you assumed that you would be able to fly by with perfect colors. Not have to worry about your final project as it was due months away. Now, since the deadline was only a couple of weeks instead of a couple of months, you were scrambling to get everything done.

The project was based around your dreams and aspirations. Your professor wanted you to get out of the box and think about things that weren’t so reality driven. The more creative, the better he’d often say. Now with your mind somewhere else, the innovative “juices” weren’t flowing. You sounded like a lovesick fool with how often you thought about Hoseok.

Hell, you even told yourself that you were beginning to become someone that you hated. Maybe you should have listened better during sex education when they talked about the hormones. Perhaps that’s what brought you closer to Hoseok, or perhaps it was because you were genuinely attracted to his personality. Hell, you had only known the man personally for what seemed like half the year.

Now that he was beginning to become distant, again, it just didn’t feel right. When you heard your phone go off, you groaned. Assuming that it was Ayeong calling, you didn’t bother to look at the ID.

“Ayeong, if you’re going to brag about Jimin’s dick, I don’t want to hear it.” You mumbled pressing your cheek against the wooden desk. What brought you to your senses was hearing a familiar chuckle from the other end. You immediately sat up straighter, a light flush escaping your cheeks.

“Whomever this Jimin person is,” Hoseok started in a honey tone. “I’m sure he has a lot to show if Ayeong is cooing over him.”

“I - um - Hoseok -“ You paused fumbling over your words and scrambling to get up. it was almost as if you were seeing him at the front door with how quickly your body reacted to him. “I mean Mr.Jung, I’m sorry about that.” You mentioned pushing your desk chair in and then fixing the cardigan on your shoulders. Hoseok just clicks his tongue in response, later shifting from wherever he sat.

You could picture him in his bedroom, leaning against the doorway out to the patio. Seoul’s lights were flickering from below and his face lightened by the moon. It was almost too stereotypical to picture him holding a glass of whiskey or wine, but you could’ve seen him without one. He seemed to drink a lot whenever you were around, but it was in moderation.

Although, you remembered him telling you about the drinking problem in his family. Why he only had a couple of glasses a night, or sometimes not any at all. Pushing that aside, you too moved towards your small patio. Opening the door just a crack to feel the cool breeze outside. But with how the smog was lately, you couldn’t have it open for far too long...

“It’s good to hear your voice Y/n,” he spoke, bringing the glass up to his lips, then gently set it down. Your heart was beating a thousand times in your chest as it felt like you were on the phone with the love of your life. Or some silly little school crush.

“Right back at ya,” you nervously laughed pushing your doors shut then moving around back towards your bed. You shifted towards the middle, bringing your back to the wall and your knees up to your chest. There, you drummed your fingers along your knees, eyes scanning everywhere so you wouldn’t focus on one thing.

The silence was starting to get to you both, as it seemed like it would eat you two alive. No one said anything for a while, both of you thinking about different things. Hoseok was thinking about how to invite you over to something, and you were thinking about how and why he was calling you. The second you decided to open your mouth, so did Hoseok and it certainly felt like you two were in a cheesy movie together.

Hoseok chuckled once again, the sound sending your heart into your throat and your cheeks to brighten. When he offered that you go first, the silence took back over. How were you going to tell him that you were upset with him not making any contact? Maybe if you were, to be honest with him, that solve your problems, but then again, you were afraid of confrontation.

“Y/n,” Hoseok starts picking the glass of wine up again. “Is something the matter?” he questions pursing his lips.

“Yeah..actually there is.” You slowly started after his question. Since his silence was an answer to your own, you decided to tell him everything. Pieces that you thought would at least spark a conversation. You explained to him how you didn’t particularly enjoy being distant from him.

Although, you continued to stress that you understood why he was distant. Being a CEO wasn’t precisely a laid back kind of job. So you just rambled on for what seemed like an hour and a half but was only twenty minutes. Hoseok patiently waiting and listening as you spilled your guts out to him. Now you certainly felt like you were in a cheesy rom-com with him.

Especially when the line went silent again and the only thing you could hear was the ticking from your clock. When Hoseok didn’t answer, you called out to him. Only to get a grunt and then a sigh on the other end. You could hear him call out to someone, but you couldn’t quite hear their name.

When whomever he called out to got closer, Hoseok mentioned that he needed his car out front. That’s when you put two and two together and abruptly tried to stop him.

“Wait - I don’t think coming over is a good -“

“No, I need to explain myself in person. Plus I haven’t seen you. Be there in twenty.” then he hung up.

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“This feels way too much like a romcom,” You mentioned when Hoseok broke down your door. He glanced in between you and what was left of your crummy apartment’s door. Since his key wasn’t working, he decided to use his muscles and break the door.

Or what was around your door so he could get in. Meaning you would have to explain to your landlady why there was a gigantic hole in your front door. This also meant that someone could easily take your things during the night if you didn’t lock your place upright. Hoseok inspected the door once again, tilting his head to the side and puffing his cheeks out.

The way he did so reminded you of a little child when they were in trouble. You couldn’t help but giggle at the small gesture, but then quickly back peddle when he glances at you. Hoseok determined that everything was okay and there was nothing to fret about. However, everything wasn’t okay as you had a gigantic hole in your door, but that was beside the point.

“Just hear me out.”

“I kind of have to now.” You mentioned stuffing your hands into your pajama pants. Hoseok gave a devilish smirk before slowly creeping his way forwards.

“You are right,” he starts biting his lower lip. How it empathized with his front teeth and made him look like he was a pouty baby. You stood there, heart still beating a thousand times in your chest. “My schedule did get crazy, and I should have warned you,” he mentions rubbing the back of his neck.

“But, I was also advised to stay away from you,” he mentions now taking a step back as he could see the color start to drain from your face. Who would advise him to stay away? Hoseok was his person, and he should be able to make decisions on his own. Once again, you noted that he was apart of a family company. One in which his father built from the ground and then he took over, at such a young age you might add.

“So you are continuing to pay for my tuition,” you mentioned trying to put the pieces together. “But you aren’t talking to me. Yeah, that kind of adds up if you think about it.” You mumbled noting once again that Hoseok heard you. Hoseok brings a few fingers up to the bridge of his nose and then shakes his head. He then goes on to explain what your boss had told about the cameras.

Then, going on to explain what you feared the most. Your career would when you hadn’t even started it. From the outside, it seemed like Hoseok was doing the right thing. He was protecting you and caring for you from far away, even though he didn’t have to. He was your Sugar Daddy. He was supposed to get sexual favors from you, and you were supposed to get things in return.

This wasn’t a relationship, nor should it have ever been. Hoseok did mention tha the had never done something like this before, so he wasn’t sure how it was supposed to turn out. However, falling in love with someone else wasn’t mainly in the plan. Or was he falling in love with the idea of you? These were questions he was asking himself while also trying to keep his distance. It was the real reason he didn’t contact you for such a long time.

Not the bullshit that he was telling you right now. However, from his point of view, it seemed like you were taking it well and weren’t asking many questions. Although, you did give him a snarky remark and he wasn’t completely okay with that. But, he wasn’t going to let his emotions take over the situation as he didn’t want to lose someone valuable in his life.

When he finished explaining the entirety of your fear, the last piece clicked into its rightful place. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, your eyes leaving him and trying to look somewhere else. This isn’t what you were expecting from tonight, but then again beggars cannot be choosers.

“So what I’m getting from you,” is what your mouth started to say as your brain was still processing all of this. “Is that you don’t want to continue this..”

“Not,” Hoseok mentioned crossing his arms. “But I’m telling you what the risks are and the fears. I’m also explaining to you why I stayed away for such a long time.” There was still uncertainty; however you could understand where he was coming from.

You weren’t at all sure where that left you and him. Which is why when he slowly started to bring up inviting you out to an event, you narrowed your eyes in his direction. You were unsure of where all of this was coming from, yet you didn’t know how to feel about him asking you to go out with him. After everything he just said, he too seemed uncertain about a lot of things. Now he was starting to play it off like everything was okay?

“I’m going to have to think about it Hoseok.” You mentioned bringing a hand up to your hair, ruffling it just a little and then setting it back on your chest. Hoseok nods his head, then stands there awkwardly.

“One more thing...” he mentions his face contorting into somewhat of an innocent expression.

“If you don’t mind..I need a place to crash. My back tire is completely flat.” and it was at this moment, you wanted to hural your kitchen table at him.

#littlemeowmeowschimmy #bangtanarmynet #bts #bangtan #bts series #bangtan series #bts au #bangtan au #bts sugar daddy #bangtan sugar daddy #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #bts hoseok #bts jhope #reader insert #bts x reader #bts reader insert

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Lies Untold

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: For generations, your family has been the protectors of mankind. You were considered one of the best and due to that reputation, you were sent on what could be the most important mission for the organization. Going under cover in a college to sniff out a particularly large and threatening wolf pack seemed easy enough. But when you meet one of the members, everything you’ve known since birth will be overturned and your loyalty to your family and heritage will be tested.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

Luhan stared at you, opened mouthed and very confused. For the past few hours, he’d held while you cried, eventually coaxing you over to the couch so you could sit down. When your tears had run out, he’d kept holding you and for that you were grateful. But while two of you had been standing in silence in your living room, not sure of what to say to fill it, your mind had been turning. Apparently, Luhan didn’t see the logic behind your plan that you had concocted in that quiet time.

“So you’re going to steal it anyway?” he asked, exasperated.

“Yes,” you nodded affirmatively. “But not to give it to my family. Once I have it, I’ll burn it- destroy it. That way there’s no reason for anyone else to get hurt.”

Luhan scoffed. “Your family are hunters, (y/n). They don’t need a reason to come after us.”

Okay. That one stung a bit. “It would still be better if they didn’t have the book.”

“But destroy it? That’s so much history – our history. We can’t just throw it away.”

Releasing a groan, you rubbed your eyes with both of your hands. You couldn’t make him agree with you, that much you knew. Because he was right. Or so you think, from your limited knowledge. You’ve never read the book yourself, obviously, but you’d heard enough of the rumors to guess what was written down in its pages. No matter how rich in history those pages were, in the wrong hands, it was potentially dangerous. Genocide-level dangerous.

Luhan stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you. Your head against his chest was the most comfortable place in the world to you now. It was natural to rest your cheek over the space where his heart was kept, listening to it speed up at your closeness.

You were the mate of a wolf. A freaking wolf.

All your life, you’d been told that – while human mates were normal for the male-dominated species – is was impossible for a hunter to be mated to a wolf. The hatred for the beast ran too deep to be susceptible to such a thing. Did that mean you were faulty? Was there something inside you that made you vulnerable to this kind of situation? Something that made you so different from your family?

No. You didn’t really believe that. You believed the stories – that it was simply fate that brought the two of you together, connecting your very souls into one. Luhan was the opposite of you in every better way. He was soft and compassionate and open like you’ve never known someone to be before. Even knowing what you were, he didn’t seem to be fighting the pull between the two of you. You didn’t deserve him in anyway, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away either. He was handing himself over to you just like that, full of trust and kindness, even after what you’d done.

Against your hip a phone vibrated and you stepped back enough for Luhan to pull it out of his pocket. When he read the caller ID, he put a finger against his lips, telling you to keep quiet. You nodded.

“Hey, Junmyeon,” he answered softly as he turned to face away from you. “No, I’m okay. I promise. I just… needed some air.” There were short pauses in between his replies and you were dying to know what was being said on the other line, especially to know what damage you had done. “You did? Good. That’s good. Yeah, I’ll be home… soon. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.” When he hung up, he turned back to face you, conflict flickering in his eyes.

“You should go,” you told him.

He shook his head. “It doesn’t feel right, leaving you here.”

“You need to be with your pack,” you insisted. “I’ll be okay.”

Releasing a long sigh, Luhan finally nodded, agreeing. “Okay. Please, don’t do anything else without me.”

“I can’t promise that.” At least you were being honest.

Luhan shook his head before stepping up to you, cupping the back of your head and kissing your forehead. He made it to the door, his hand even on the door knob, before turning back once more to look at you.

“I don’t hate you,” he said softly. “I… hate what you did. And that’s going to take time - for me to get over it. But I don’t hate you.”

You swallowed back the lump that was forming in your throat. “I can’t change what I did. I’m not sure what I would do if I could do it all over again, but I’ll try to make it up to you. Somehow.”

“Just stick around,” was his reply.

He left you alone in your apartment with those three words to mull over. He wanted you to stay, with him in this small, university-centered city, turning your back on your family and living among the wolves. Right now, in this moment, that was what you wanted. You didn’t think you could go back to your old life, anyway. Not now that you’ve met Luhan and you discovered who you were. You weren’t a hunter, not anymore. Maybe you never were. Sure, you were fast and had good aim, but you weren’t a killer, never have been. Now that you were accepting your place as Luhan’s mate, you couldn’t associate with the organization anymore.

But could you really sever all contact with your family? Forever?

You told Alli you would come back to her. She was your baby sister and you’d always protected her.

Sighing, you sat back down on the couch and laid your face in your hands. You’d figure out the family situation later. Right now, you needed to focus on your next step here. You meant it when you said you would make it up to Luhan. And that meant getting the book so no one else could use it against them ever again.

Junmyeon put his phone back in his pocket after Luhan hung up, feeling much better now that he’d spoken with his brother and knew that he was alright. He smiled at the others standing around the living room when he entered from the kitchen.

“He’s fine,” Junmyeon said immediately when they all turned to look at him. “He just needed some air. He’s in town, but he said he’d be home soon.”

The tension in the room eased just like that, if only by a fraction. Now they were all accounted for and everyone was safe. For the time being, that is. From what Junmyeon read, Minseok would be fine after a day or so. They couldn’t be completely positive about the outcome, but Junmyeon held on to hope. He had to.

“Junmyeon.”

Turning to look at the stairs, Junmyeon found Kris leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a strain between his eyebrows. He motioned with his head for Junmyeon to follow him downstairs before disappearing into the basement. Junmyeon headed that way as well, seemingly unnoticed by the rest of the pack. Or they just knew better than to try and join in on an alpha meeting.

Evie was also in the basement, pacing back and forth with Mei in her arms so the poor thing could get some sleep. It was almost like the child had a sense that something was wrong in the house and had been wailing and screaming since Junmyeon came home, probably even before that. Maybe when Minseok was first brought in after being injured. She finally had quieted down within the last hour or so and he felt a twinge of guilt when Evie threw him a desperate look not to do anything that might wake Mei up again.

Kris stopped only briefly to place the gentlest of kisses against Mei’s forehead, giving his fiance the same before heading into his room. Junmyeon passed on a sympathetic smile before closing himself in with Kris in the bedroom.

“We can’t let this happen again,” Kris growled.

Junmyeon nodded. “I agree, but what do you supposed we do?”

With his long fingers, Kris ruffled his hair as he let out a huff. “We have to figure out who the hunter is. Maybe lure them-”

Knock, knock.

Both alphas turned towards the door. For a moment, nothing occurred. Junmyeon thought for a moment that one of the pack members had wanted to speak to them and then changed their mind. But the door swung open slowly after a few more seconds and it was Kun who was standing on the other side.

“I heard one of your wolves was injured by the hunter,” he said monotonously. He inclined his head in a show of respect. “My condolences.”

“Thank you. But he’ll be alright,” Junmyeon informed him. “We found a cure for the poison in my family’s book.”

“So it’s real,” Kun whispered. Closing the door behind him once again, he sighed. “More rumors have reached our ears while we were searching the area. Apparently, your book is exactly what the hunter is after. It’s secrets - whatever is hidden in it’s pages - is what the hunter wants.”

“All this for some book?” Kris scoffed.

“A book with all our history,” Junmyeon confirmed, looking as his fellow leader. “And our anatomy. Weaknesses, strengths. Certain things that the hunters have never learned even after all these centuries.”

Kris shook his head. “And your family thought it was a good idea to write all of it down?”

“It’s important for all the generations to know and understand who we are as a species,” Junmyeon argued. “My family thrived because of it. If you don’t understand your history, you’re doomed to repeat it.”

“Thank you, professor.” Kris sarcasm was only just barely worse than his bark.

Junmyeon ignored the urge to bite back, a plan formulating in his head. “Kris… you’d said something about luring the hunter. Into what? A trap?”

“Yeah, that’s where I was headed.”

“What if we used the book to set the trap?”

At first, Kris stared at him, confused. Then the dots started to connect and Kris’s frown morphed into a somewhat sinister smile. “Let word get out as to where the book is located, then sit back and wait for them to try and take it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” An almost gleeful emotion was bubbling up inside Junmyeon. Maybe they would finally have the upper hand. “I’ll make announcements in all my classes that my office hours will be limited because I’m studying the book for a research project. No one talks like college students. Word will spread eventually. I’ll keep the book in my office and soon the hunter will come for it.”

“It’s a good start,” Kun agreed. “We’ll keep searching as well. That hunter won’t stay hidden for long. And then,” he narrowed his eyes, smirking, “revenge will belong to the wolves.”

Now this was probably the stupidest thing you’d ever done.

Three days. You couldn’t go three days without doing something stupid like this. You’d been in contact with Luhan, brief phone calls and a few messages here and there, just to make sure that the other was alright. But you hadn’t told him what you heard, what you were planning on doing. Because he would have stopped you. He would told you how idiotic you were being and would have found someway to stop you. But you had to destroy the book.

Throughout the entirety of Monday’s daylight hours, you’d spent them on the university's campus, sticking close the wolf professor’s building. Most of what you’d gathered were students complaining about the amount of homework and how their teacher had shortened his office hours at the most inconvenient moment in the semester. It wasn’t until the afternoon that you finally heard the reason why.

He was studying a book in his office, an old book that related to his folklore studies. While his students questioned the importance of the book, you knew just how priceless it was. Breaking into his office was going to be much easier than the museum. At least, you hoped it would be.

You were hiding out in the bathroom, waiting for the sun to set. Then you could strike. Once you had possession of the book, you were going to light it up and take pleasure in watching it burn into ash. After that, you would have to figure out your next move.

Your phone vibrated at one point and you smiled down at the name that appeared on the screen. Luhan.

“Hi,” you answered quietly.

“Why are you whispering?” Luhan asked in an equal low voice.

“I’m in the book store,” you lied. “It’s natural to talk quietly in a bookstore. Why are you whispering?”

“I’m… hiding from my brothers.”

“Hiding?” you frowned. “Why are you hiding?”

“Because they dragged me to the gym like they don’t work out enough at home and one of them wanted to spar.”

You giggled at the thought of Luhan strapping on gloves and stepping into the ring to exchange punches with one of his pack members. Poor thing probably didn’t stand a chance. “Was there something you needed?” you asked as the conversation lulled.

“No,” Luhan sighed. “Just missed your voice.”

You scoffed. “That’s so cheesy.” But strangely, it made you a little weak in the knees. “I could… maybe… make you dinner tonight?” You cringed at your own suggestion. You weren’t even that good of a cook outside the microwave, but you missed him, too. And… you kind of needed to tell him that you went ahead and stole the book. After you did, of course.

Luhan laughed just a little. “I’ll try to come over tonight. Minseok is fine and walking around, so it shouldn’t be too hard to get away.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Just let me know.”

“Okay.”

And that was how you said goodbye.

Another hour later, you decided it was time to head out. All the lights in the hallways were still on, but a majority of the offices were pitch black, their occupants having long gone home. Your eyes searched over each name plate as you passed, only vaguely remembering where the alpha’s office was.

When you came to it, your heart was pounding in your chest. This was it. You already couldn’t turn back, but this decision felt even more final as you placed your fingers on the handle. It didn’t turn. Hardly a surprise, you came prepared.

Bending down so you were at eye level with the lock, you took out a little tool kit that was just barely the size of your hand from fingertip to wrist and pulled out to metal rods that seemed better fit for a dentist’s office. While Carter was best at hacking computers, you were pretty handy with old fashioned key locks.

As soon as you heard that tell-tale click, you shoved your tool kit away in the side pocket of your bag and pushed the door open. Weighing your options, you decided that turning the light on was much less suspicious than searching around with your flashlight. You went to the desk first, pulling the drawers open and peeking under papers to try and find where the book may be. But all you found were graded essays and test answers.

“Looking for this?”

You gasped.

The professor was standing in the doorway, the book you’d been searching for all this time between his fingers. Fire sparking in his eyes, he stalked towards you. Even though he’d seen your face, your flight instinct kicked in.

Jumping over the desk, you just barely stayed out of his grasp as you headed for the door. But you weren’t quick enough. A hand grabbed ahold of your ankle, yanking you down to the flat, harsh carpet. Your head bounced off the floor and you were still shaking off the black spots when you saw the professor shut the door to freedom and lock it. He stood over you and crouched down, grabbing ahold of your left arm. In one swift motion, he ripped the leather cuff from your wrist.

A ferocious growl erupted from his throat when his eyes landed on your hunter tattoo. He pressed his other hand against your throat and cut off your air as he squeezed tighter and tighter. You clawed at his hand with your nails, but his supernatural strength was too much for you. Soon, the lack of oxygen was too much and you blacked out.

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #luhan x reader #luhan #exo werewolf!au #exo werewolf au #exo fanfiction #exo fanart #exo series #exo supernatural au #Lies Untold #untamed wolf universe

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freebooter4ever · 4 years

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my dad group texted my brother and i, highly unusual, and i think jordan was weirded out too cause his response was equally short and confused. on the list of things my little brother and i have never discussed, our dad’s relative interest or lack there of in our lives is pretty high. dad’s been messaging me since october, asking about stuff like where my next living plans are (which he has never done since i first moved out age eighteen), and i’ve only been vaguely responding to the point blank questions cause its just. so. weird. i think my grandpa’s death has shaken dad’s worldview a bit more than he’s been letting on.

he alienated my brother and i pretty much immediately after his secretive marriage to the bottle blonde rich bitch when i was 22. he kicked my brother out as soon as jordan turned 18, and when i discovered this by coming home one summer and seeing jordan wasnt in the house, i got so fucking mad that it was the first time i ever had a full out screaming match at my dad. and apparently this display of anger was when rich bitch decided she didn’t like me (probably valid, but also ironic because pretty much from birth it was known in my entire extended family that dad and i were almost identical personality wise, and both of us have tempers where we will not get mad at anything but frustration will build up and up until on the rare blue moon it boils over, and oh boy. watch out. those moments were the only times i was ever scared of my dad as a kid and i think it only happened twice in my entire life)(if she thinks im crazy when im angry, she should see my dad)

but i was crazy mad because while i was lucky enough to be put in therapy due to attempting to starve myself into non existence at age 13 (many many sessions of ‘family’ therapy with me in the center of a long couch silently trying to pretend i was invisible and my mom two feet away at one end and dad on the opposite end of the couch, and my mom doing all the talking, ranting and raving about how im starving myself to punish her. and then the therapist kicking both my parents out and trying to convince me to say a few words, and her finally getting me to realize that how my mom treated me was not normal and not something i needed to put up with if it made me sad and scared, and then the therapist realizing that i was still too sad and scared to confront it, and her and i coming up with a compromise where we would tell my mom that i was just ‘really attached’ to dad’s house and it wasnt that i was terrified of living with my mom or liked my dad better, it was that i just really liked living in one place instead of out of a suitcase and moving every week), and so had both the therapist and my dad supporting me when at fourteen i finally said enough was enough and demanded that my dad get full custody so i didnt have to spend every other week with my abusive mother anymore - while i got out of that situation, my brother didnt. i tried, he knew that it was my decision to live full time with dad and i made it clear he could do the same, but just as it was a given that i was identical to dad’s personality, my brother was identical to mom’s so i think he was more attached to her than i was. either way, he always refused and insisted on continuing to live between both of them. after i hit driving age, my dad transferred responsibility to me for shuttling my brother to and from my dad’s house to my mom’s apartment. dad’d lock himself in his room, or go to the gym, and i’d turn on an endless rotation of star wars movies for jordan and i to watch before i had to take him to his next week’s place (phantom menace was our favorite cause darth maul was just cool ok, dont judge).

anyway, the last day i ever stayed at my moms house, my brother was there. and i must have been twenty or twenty one because he would have only been around seventeen. but even at seventeen he was well over six foot five cause he got all the height in the family which was totally not fair but thats besides the point. so while i was there my mom flew into one of her alcohol induced rages, and took it all out on my brother. i had intellectually figured that all the anger my mom used to take out on me had then transferred to my brother once i stopped living there every other week, but up until that point i hadn’t actually seen it. she started shoving him, and punching him, and not enough so it would hurt much, because as i said he was well over six feet and she was barely five six, so he could pretty well block any thing she dished out. but he was cornered, and he looked scared. and i was hiding useless on the stairwell, crying, and begging mom to stop. and it only stopped cause jordan managed to slip out the front door and once he escaped mom went back into the kitchen, still yelling and angry. and i took the chance to grab my school bag and leave in solidarity. and my brother and i stood there awkwardly on the porch, me still crying, and him smoking and trying to look cool and not like he just got chased out of the apartment by a woman half his size. and i promised him we wouldnt go back until she calmed down, and that she was being unreasonable and he didnt deserve any of it, and id figure out somewhere to go. and we started walking down the sidewalk, but not together because we were never that close. he wandered off somewhere to smoke. and that’s as far as i remember.

this day came up in conversation with my grandma in the months after grandpa’s death, during one of our many three am can’t sleep conversations in grandma’s kitchen (grandma would wake up, i’d hear her get out of bed and wake up too. she’d make herself tea and eat some graham crackers and we’d sit together at the table feeling the third empty chair like an ache). grandma brought it up, because apparently, even though i cant remember this at all, i had my no/kia brick phone in my school bag (a minor miracle because i hated carrying around cell phones for the longest time), and i actually called grandma. and grandpa and her came to pick me up, and they found me sitting on a wall a block away from my mom’s apartment, and then we drove around till we found jordan, and then we all went back to my grandparent’s house. after bringing this up, grandma then, completely unprompted, told me something that child me thought about regularly - she said that even though her mom died when she was 8, leaving her to help raise her two younger siblings, grandma thought in some ways it was easier than what my brother and i went through with the divorce and my mom leaving. i used to regularly - not wish my mom dead, exactly - but wish i could pretend she was dead, rather than her just not being there anymore. especially since, when i was suddenly thrown into being her sole emotional and physical punching bag now that dad wasn’t filling the role anymore, a lot of the times being around her post divorce was not a good thing. (I cut off all contact with my mom finally at age 25 and haven’t looked back)

so yeah, i was fucking pissed that i had worked so hard to try to mitigate the damage i caused by leaving jordan alone with my mom for pretty much the entirety of my high school years...only to have my dad kick him out barely a few years after i left for college and thus putting my brother at my mom’s mercy. ostensibly my dad kicked my brother out because of his drug addictions, but my brother was the most mild mannered addict i’ve ever known. the worst thing he ever did was steal a couple hundred dollars from me, but he never got violent, he never got angry. other people got angry at him. my aunt once tried to fight him in a hospital elevator because he sold my cousin heroin or meth or some shit and my cousin ended up impaling a knife in his chest in front of my grandma, which is a whole nother story. but jordan was only nineteen when that happened. my cousin? thirty six. and a long time violent and angry drug addict with a record (he threw a book at his professor’s head and got kicked out of grad school while on cocaine once, which is how he ended up back in washington state and needing a new drug dealer - hence my brother suddenly getting involved) (same cousin later flew into a drug fueled rage in his forties and almost beat his girlfriend to death) (my brother was long since clean by then and had nothing to do with our cousin getting drugs at that point)

all this to say my dad’s rich bitch new wife didn’t think a drug addict and mentally ill artist fit into her picture perfect family, so dad started making it clear we were not welcome at family functions unless we complied with very strict rules. ironically, jordan was let back into the fold first partially because i can hold a grudge for a very long time and i was very very terrified of my mom and dad was the sane stable one and i had trusted him to take care of everything even without me there and dad had failed pretty spectacularly at that. im still bitter at my dad for his secret marriage and subsequent moving into her million dollar mansion and throwing my brother out. but also partially because jordan started following all of dad’s rules, got himself cleaned up (he moved in with his girlfriend, and i think being out of mom’s house had a lot to do with getting over his addictions), started studying computer science, found a really good software engineering job, suddenly dad approved of him. i also partially antagonized rich bitch wife by doing silly things like wearing black leather pants and the most provocative clothes i owned whenever i went over to their house. rich bitch was a very simple narrow minded person with a lot of prejudices. i imagine i was not seen as a good influence on her two younger daughters. and eventually they stopped seeing me altogether. even when i was living in washington for all of 2017 - the only time i ever saw dad was when he’d come visit my grandparents alone. the day before i took grandma on the train to move to ohio, we were supposed to all have dinner together at our family’s favorite place to eat out - crossroads mall - and the rich bitch refused to show up. that’s how petty she is. she also is so dumb she’s under the delusion that kids get into drugs if they don’t have dogs (????) so that’s why she forced my dad to get a dog for her spoiled brat youngest when the girl went into high school. my dad dislikes animals, so i will say one of the highlights of this marriage is seeing my dad become a dog person. the rich bitch and her daughters mostly ignore the dog, but my dad is so attached to max that he even lets the little puppy sit in his lap while driving. anyway, anyone who thinks dogs are the sole answer to preventing drug addictions can go to hell.

yeah, blah blah blah, to sum up its WEIRD for my dad to suddenly be texting my brother and i unprompted, and asking me about my life and my plans. i dont really know how to deal. i miss him. he was always the closest person in my life to the point where even when i moved away for college, i still assumed after i graduated i’d just move back in with dad so it was only four years being gone, cause why would i ever want to live anywhere else?. i kept thinking if i could hit some level of success that he would approve of, that maybe eventually i could become somebody his rich bitch wife would associate with. but that never happened, obviously.

#journal shit #christmas is family time right????

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bananashemmo · 5 years

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Committed The Robbery (Part 13)

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gang member Luke’s little sister Y/N?

Read Committed The Robbery on Wattpad

With tired eyes and a bored expression, you leaned your cheek against the palm of your hand. Your pencil was swinging between your fingers and you tried your utter best to focus.

Whoever had decided that classes after 7 P.M were a great idea, was in a serious need of a health check. Nobody was able to concentrate at this time of the day.

Not even a girl like you.

Your book was open and you were trying your best to catch along with whatever paragraph in the law enforcement was stated. Paragraph numbers were shown on the large screen in front of you, but you couldn’t keep along.

You just wanted to drift away into your own thoughts. Imagine that you were somewhere else where it didn’t require you needed to use your mind.

Even the guy next to you were half asleep. He was struggling more than you and he was known for being the better student.

You wondered if you should just give him a nudge in the shoulder. But he looked so peaceful having his eyes closed.

He was probably listening anyway.

You looked down at your notes and tried to understand what you had been typing. At first, it was decent notes that you needed to use for a few projects next week, but when you tried to scan what it said, you couldn’t read your own words.

You had also ended up doodling instead. That was when you realized that you had lost your concentration.

There was no point in sitting here.

You took a scan at everyone else. It was actually many who had met up, some even looking pretty committed. It was no wonder, some enjoyed not having to meet up early for a class.

You wouldn’t say you were a morning person either but being here this late.

It should be a crime.

You shut your notebook and placed your pencil on top of it. There was no reason in trying to write something down if it wasn’t readable after all.

You glanced over at the glass door that was the only way to see the hallway. The lights were actually off, indicating that the sensors hadn’t caught movement. Nobody was out on the hallway at this time.

That was no wonder. You were the only class that had ‘night’ classes, meaning that it was only the 25 students in the room that was around the whole place.

Everything else was shut down, if you walked further away than to the end of the hallway, you would need to use your ID card to shut down the alarm.

You looked back at the professor who seemed and sounded so committed. Professor Jakarta was like, so into this subject you sometimes wondered if he’d rather be in the law enforcement than a college professor.

You glanced back at the glass door again, feeling you saw a movement and you did.

Your eyes widened in surprise and your lips parted slightly. You were so sure you were seeing wrong but when Ashton moved closer to the glass you knew your eyes weren’t being fooled.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused, not knowing what he was trying to illustrate with his hand movements.

You were great at reading people but this was getting out of hand.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You mouthed towards his direction and he grinned lightly.

“I know,” He mouthed back and made movements with his hands as if he was motioning you to walk out of the room.

You shook your head in response, you almost wanted to say no out loud. But it wouldn’t be possible for him to hear and neither did you want to disturb the class.

Ashton made movements again and it was so distracting to you, you grabbed your back and stood up from your table. You walked down the stairs that lead down to the door and tried to avoid the long eyes after you.

You used the excuse that you needed to go to the bathroom and almost knocked the door into Ashton even though it was glass separating you and he could see you.

“What are you doing?” You whisper-yelled once the door was shut and grabbed him by the arm to move a few meters away so you wouldn’t spoil you through the glass.

“You know you can’t be here.”

“The boys are out tonight and I was bored so I headed to your dorm but you weren’t home. Your scared roommate said that you were here so I showed up on my motorcycle.”

“And?” You looked at him with blinking eyes, skipping through the part that he mentioned Alba seemed scary.

That wasn’t the shocking news of the day.

“I thought I’d ask you out for a milkshake.”

You looked at him dead in the eye as if he was being serious. Was he seriously showing up on a Tuesday night asking you out for a milkshake? Not to mention dragging you out of a class where you were supposed to be for the night.

“I’m in the middle of a class.” You mentioned as if he hadn’t noticed and nodded your head back.

“I know,” He smiled, “I could tell how bored you were. I’m sure you will forgive yourself for skipping one class. Please?”

You looked at him not knowing to say. Your eyes drifted towards the classroom where you were supposed to be. You had never skipped a class before and the guilt was filling in your veins.

But you also knew that you wouldn’t get anything from sitting in the room. Professor Jarkata had already lost you and that was kind of the point of no return.

“I shouldn’t be going with you. I can’t walk away from here.” You said more quietly and tried to sound serious so he would understand.

“You can’t walk from here?” He asked, copying your tone and you nodded your head in agreement. But your seriousness was killed by the smile growing on your face.

“Fine then,” He accepted and in one swift movement had you lifted in his arms.

“I’ll just have to carry you then.”

As you walked down the street after Ashton had parked his motorcycle by the parking lot, you couldn’t help but grin and smile at the same time.

Fine, he had won this time. Thinking further than you and you accepted your little mistake. Sometimes he was being too literate but that was what you fell for.

You looked up at him and squeezed his bicep because of his teasing tongue sticking out from his lips.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumbled and hit him instead. He could barely feel it, you hit like a feather.

“Like what?” He asked back and looked forward. He could see in the corner of his eye that you were rolling your eyes by his ridiculous question.

“Like you’re a child who just got their will.”

“I kind of feel like that.” Ashton smiled and stopped when you came closer to the ice cream shop where neon lights were illustrating the whole street. It wasn’t hard to notice where it was, it brightened with pink, blue and purple colors.

You didn’t know this place but Ashton seemed familiar. He opened the door for you and invited you inside where a few students were. Not someone you knew of, but you could tell as they were sitting with books studying.

“How do you know this place?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulder.

“You’d be surprised how many places I know in this city.”

You didn’t know if you were supposed to take that as a good thing or not and you stopped in front of the counter to look at the many different ice creams.

“Weren’t we supposed to get a milkshake?” You asked and looked up at him.

Ashton nodded his head in agreement and wrapped his arm around you when someone walked past you so you wouldn’t stand in the way.

“What is really cool about this place is that you get to pick whatever ice cream you want to be blended like a milkshake. My personal favorite is the mango sorbet which they blend with a bit of milk. It’s like, the best milkshake I’ve ever had.”

You nodded your head by his explanation and placed your hands on the glass on the counter.

you looked at the many signs. They had even made an ice cream that was based on Oreos and cheesecake. There were also the typical ones like chocolate, strawberry, and pistachio. You looked over at the corner with various fruit-based sorbets.

“I think I’d like to try the hazelnut ice cream.” You pointed towards the ice cream and Ashton nodded his head in agreement.

He smiled over at the cashier and ordered a mango and a hazelnut milkshake.

You didn’t know if you were supposed to pay for yourself but since he had invited, he was also insisting on paying. You didn’t want to argue with him because you knew from the start it was a lost battle.

You waited carefully for your milkshake and when you were given them Ashton held yours and headed towards a couch where you could sit.

He also made sure to grab a few napkins, just in case.

The taste of the milkshake was actually amazing. It reminded you so much of Nutella, which made sense because it was made on hazelnuts. It was so well made you needed to make a mental note remembering this place.

“So when are we going to talk about it?” He asked and you furrowed your eyebrows.

You didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Talk about what?” You asked, taking another sip of your milkshake.

“About that kiss by the fountains.”

You almost choked on the liquid and you leaned forward to grab one of the napkins. He was right about needing one and you looked up at him with wide eyes. You wanted to be polite but he took you off guard.

“Really, Ashton?” You quivered an eyebrow at him but smiled.

“You haven’t thought about it since?” He asked and you looked down at your fingers by the question. They were getting cold from holding the milkshake.

Of course, you had thought about it. In fact, you had been thinking about it every single day since it happened. You had no idea how to shake it off your shoulders. No matter what you did, Ashton would always come to your mind and it was hard trying to get him out of your head.

When you woke up the next day you actually thought it was a dream. Or more like a nightmare because Luke finding out was hunting you down. It was almost like you had forgotten what happened between you and Ashton in the first place.

You leaned your head against the cushion of the couch and looked at him with soft eyes.

“I think about it... A lot.” You mumbled and he nodded his head in agreement.

“I do, too.” He admitted and took a sip from the yellow milkshake.

You could feel your cheeks ready to brush and you briefly looked down at the menu card on the small coffee in front of the couch. It had the ice creams you had been looking at by the counter so there wasn’t much new to be distracted by.

You looked back at him and bit down on your lip in thought.

“Should we tell Luke?”

This time it was Ashton’s turn to widen his eyes and he moved the straw away from his lips.

“Are you planning my sudden death?”

You didn’t want to laugh by the question but you couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. The way he was asking showed he was clearly serious, but you didn’t know what to answer.

It was indeed a stupid question.

“I just think it’s hard to keep secrets all the time.” You admitted and shifted in your seat.

“You’ve been keeping a pretty great secret for many months now. Sometimes you act like nothing ever happened between us.” He mentioned and you lifted your eyebrows by his words.

“You feel like that? Because it’s still affecting me to this day.” You answered and he also widened his eyes.

You looked at each other trying to come up with something to say that was going to take away your weird feelings about the situation. You had never actually spoken up about this for so many months, it was almost as if it didn’t happen.

“It’s not like I can show up in front of Luke and say hey... I kissed your sister last week not to mention I was the one taking her virginity.”

If you had been drinking a sip of your milkshake, you would have choked again. Sometimes he was just straight forward and you weren’t really prepared for it.

“I know it’s weird but uh... Have you been with someone ever since?” You managed to ask and looked down at the ground to keep yourself from looking awkward.

“No, I haven’t.” He answered honestly and looked at you carefully, “I haven’t been feeling like myself since then. And when we all were thrown out of college, everything just seemed to change. I haven’t had girls on my mind at all.”

You couldn’t help but feel just a little bit happy inside.

“Have you been with someone?” He reversed the question and asked you.

You looked at him sincerely and shook your head. There was no one at college that caught your interest and especially not the way Ashton could. He always managed to make you feel safe no matter what trouble you were in.

“Of course I haven’t. That night with you has been my only time. You can practically call me a virgin again.” You said quietly and leaned your head to the side.

He widened his eyes and you didn’t know if it was because of your comment or if it was because you hadn’t been with someone since him.

What did he expect though? You weren’t really the type of girl to jump on whatever guy came close to you.

“I actually thought you had kissed someone. Might as well be something I’ve made up in my mind.”

You rolled your eyes by his words and you shook your head, “The only guy I’ve kissed is you. Have that in mind.”

“I will.”

You smiled at him and took a look around the shop. It had a bit of diner vibe because of the old school colors. You didn’t mind though, you kind of liked the place. It was located nicely and wasn’t near any kind of creepy street where Ashton usually stayed with the boys.

You had a question in your mind that came up by your thoughts drifting. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask but you did.

“Did you uhm-,” You looked down at your feet carefully. He looked at you in wonder, wanting you to continue.

“Did you bring Amelia here?”

Ashton’s lips folded into a straight line by your question and he sipped on his milkshake as if he was in thought. It would make sense since he knew of the place, you kind of put the puzzle pieces together by that thought.

“No, I actually didn’t.” He explained and leaned back in his seat.

He ran a hair through his brown curly locks and sighed to himself.

“I don’t go to the places where Amelia and I stayed. It just brings back too many memories. Especially the bad ones. I don’t want to go through nightmares every single day. That’s now how I want to live my life. So I’m just trying my best to try not run against the walls. And by that, I just avoid the places we used to hang out.”

“How do you know this place then?” You asked after carefully listening to every word he had to say.

It was a sensitive subject but you liked seeing that side of him. That soft side.

“I used to study here. Just like the ones over there.” He nodded his head towards the young ones being around your age.

Your eyes adverted back to his and you smiled, “Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I don’t. That depends what mood I’m in.” He answered and the conversation continued like this.

You talked about anything between earth and ground. You loved just hearing him talk because he was so passionate about his stuff but he was also a great listener. You felt that he heard every single word and kept it in his mind.

You were happy that it was actually a relaxing day. Nothing dramatic was happening and it was just the two of you.

But sometimes things were said a bit too quick.

It was only an innocent way to the toilet that made you almost collapse with a guy that hadn’t seen you in the process. He almost spilled his ice cream all over her but he was lucky that he missed.

It made Ashton stand up from his chair in one swift movement and headed towards the guy with fire in his eyes.

“Are you blind? You could see her walk forward.” He made a movement to push the guy away from you and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Ashton, it’s okay I can handle this.” You tried to grasp his arm but he shrugged you off.

“I’m sorry, it was just an accident I swear.” The guy explained, he was wearing a leather jacket that seemed significant.

“You know an accident would be my fist to your face if you don’t leave within five seconds.”

Your eyes widened and you wanted to yell at him but instead, you grabbed his arm to pull him out of the shop. You’d rather walk out than the owner suddenly showing up and banning you from being there due to inappropriate behavior.

You kept on pulling him by the arm until you stood on the parking lot, the lights from the shop reflecting on Ashton’s face.

“What was that? He did nothing to harm me and you literally attacked him!” You didn’t want to yell but it came off like that.

Ashton looked down at you with a tight jaw and pressed his hands into his pocket pants.

“I can’t take you anywhere. You just fight everyone.” You didn’t want to sound sad but it was the truth.

He glanced over at you because of your words and he chewed on the inside of his cheek. His brain was running through with answers but he couldn’t come up with something that was going to solve it.

“You bring the worst out in me.”

Your jaw fell and you didn’t know how you were supposed to handle his words.

He moved his hair away from his eyes to show his sorrow. He was serious about his words and you wanted him to continue. You needed to hear his explanation.

“It doesn’t mean I’m blaming it all on you. I’m just having such a hard time because I am so insanely afraid that something is going to happen to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me, I swear.” You leaned down to grab his hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Every corner you turn, there will be someone ready to tear you down. Once you’ve experienced a loss. You will look over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

You could feel your heart beat fast by his words, he was in serious pain and you had no idea how to take him out of his misery.

“We will figure this out okay? Someway... You can’t walk around every day feeling miserable and in fear of someone is going to take me away from you. I can’t let that happen.”

He didn’t seem fully convinced but when you moved up to stand on your toes to give him a kiss, it soothed the pain he was feeling.

“Come on,” You nodded your head towards the motorcycle and followed him towards it.

He looked at you with sad and almost defeated eyes but the blush on his cheeks showed the warmth you gave him just by being near him.

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thehusbandmen · 5 years

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Stations of Passion, I.5

The Husbandmen, Stations of Passion. Book One, Chapter 5 [Go to Previous] [Go to First] [Go to Next]

Dinah, I’m sorry in advance.

With Cadence watching, Dinah collect herself in preparation, both mental and physical. As the hybrids’ caretaker during their time in Heritage, Cadence arranged for accommodations of all kinds for each of them, some expected and some seemingly trivial on the surface. Regarding Dinah, she’d guaranteed the following: food and board until Dinah’s discharge, clothing tailored specifically both for the Vaporeon’s physique and skills, a week’s preserved rations, a field bag to carry her belongings, a small sleeping bag roll that could affix to the strap of the field bag, a bit of spending money, and an artifact Cadence believed would benefit Dinah over her Squirtle.

The Vaporeon continued to inspect this artifact, what Trainers commonly called a ‘Held Item’: a trinket small enough to affix to a Pokémon in some way which had an effect on their abilities. The possibility of even doing so had only recently come into understanding, largely thanks to the Heritage Institute’s studies, and as Cadence bore a great enthusiasm to fostering the hybrids’ Pokémon halves, she’d decided to gift each of them something unique. Dinah slipped the single large long tooth of obscure origin, a RazorFang strung on twine, under her neck-frill and tied it around her neck. The Institute figure had described the obscure Held Item as being something that would help Dinah’s attacks buy her time in a fight, in the event she needed to defend herself. The Vaporeon appreciated the trinket, if even just for reassurance’s sake.

Despite the offer, Dinah had decided not to remain at Heritage. Over her leotard and fingerless gloves, she put on the lavender frock-coat she’d been given, hooded with a standing collar. By skipping the backmost belt loop, a PokéBall belt secured the ashen denim capris which dipped below her tail. Cadence had even provided her strapped gladiator sandals which could reasonably fit on her digitigrade feet. Presentable. Decent. No longer completely uncanny at a glance. She could work with this.

Nervous but excited as she and the scientist walked the corridors out to the main entrance, Dinah let out a breath she’d been holding onto. She smiled sheepishly when Cadence looked to her expectantly.

“It’s just. You’re like our Pokémon Professor, Cadence. I never got the chance to leave Ecruteak and collect badges in Johto. And I get to collect Kanto badges now. Provided Gym Leaders will give me the time of day, I mean.”

“Just... be careful, Dinah.” With a pause of permission, Cadence initiated a firm hug. “And don’t let the locals get to you. There’s more good ones than you think. Know all of you are welcome back here at any time. There’s plenty of room for all fifteen of you, if it ever came to it.”

"Thanks, Prof.”

Cadence smiled, warm and bittersweet, then winked at Dinah.

“Break a leg.”

Heritage, as it turned out, lay in the westernmost outskirts of Pewter City, tucked in a small chasm of the Silver Mountains. As Dinah walked off into town down the sparsely forested evergreen expanse, she couldn’t shake what Cadence had said. The idea of people being mad or disrespectful to her didn’t upset her. It was the likelihood most negative reactions to her would be fear. Her hand subconsciously went to Shelley’s PokéBall at her waist, but she quickly put both hands in her jacket pockets instead, and drew up her hood, and passed the entrance to Viridian Forest to the South heading North into town.

Her first order of business was a legitimate stock-up. Potions and PokéBalls. If she was serious about this task, she’d have to be ready. She swallowed hard and made herself enter the first PokéMart she could find. Fortunately, there weren’t too many people shopping, so she didn’t have to squeeze through a crowd, and she grabbed a hand basket and started collecting her purchase off the shelves of the small establishment. With no line, she only had to shove down her anxiety and step up to the clerk’s desk.

“PokéBalls, huh?” The young man with short black hair looked over the fistfuls of bottles and balls. “I’m going to need to see Trainer Registration for those.”

“T-- Trainer ID. I understand.” Stiffly, she produced her PokéGear from her pocket and flipped it open to present it with her eyes on the Gear rather than the clerk. Unsure how it would have gone to produce a human ID photo, she thanked abandon that the Prof had helped her update the ID Card and ID Number for her before she’d headed out. “Here you go.”

After what felt like a month, the clerk moved from skimming the screen information with one hand to skimming the basket to count items. He rang her up and snorted with a sarcastic smile.

“A Cosplay Trainer. I should have known. You must have a Water Type. Anyway. That’s gonna be P2700.”

Dinah put up her Gear a little too quickly in favor of her wallet, and she handed over exact change in the hopes of abbreviating the encounter as much as she could. When she handed it over, he zeroed in on her paws and put his other hand atop to hold hers in both in befuddled awe. She jerked it away in displeasure and he laughed, adding the items to a paper sack as he eyed her.

“That costume is super realistic. If you made that, you should be proud.”

Finding an out to the tension, she flew onto the falsehood and grinned, and gave him a thumbs up as she grabbed the bag from the counter before he could hand it to her himself.

“I sure am! Better believe it! Spent ten months on it! Thanks! --Bye!”

Upon stepping foot outside again, she immediately recognized that she’d forgotten her receipt, and that she should have asked the clerk for directions. She didn’t even look back to consider doing anything about it, and instead walked until she could find a decent botanical thoroughfare to take her mind off how badly it had felt like her first social encounter since The Enhancement had gone. As she walked, she stored her acquisitions and folded up the empty sack to put in her bag as well. The evergreen fenestration to her left reminded her of home, and she spaced out with an oblivious frown for some time.

Before she knew it, she’d wandered to the center of town, where a large amphitheater-like building with an arched copper roof imposed over the surrounding buildings. Suddenly, she understood that she’d gotten lucky as the path she’d taken was a straight shot to the Pewter City Gym. At the heart of the large weathered stone-hewn structure she could find the first person on her path to freedom: its Leader.

On bated breath, she entered the automatic sliding door and approached the lobby desk to a small appointment kiosk had been installed. Following its screen’s prompts to input the various numbers from her Trainer ID Card with the keyboard provided, she supposed not many people ran this sizable Gym. After hitting confirm on her application, it spat back an error message with her team highlighted in red outline: “Sanctioned Gym Battles require at least a two-on-two style battle. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please try again later.”

One Pokémon. Her ears burned. It was First-Year League Rulebook fact. She felt like a child, and gnashed her jaw as she turned heel to walk away.

“Hey, stop! Wait.”

Dinah stopped and looked over her shoulder to see a dark-haired, well-tanned Trainer in an orange puffer vest, green polo, and khaki cargo pants walk out from the administrative hallway, and approach as he rubbed at his neck with a white towel. He couldn’t be older than her. From the start, she noticed a full set of six PokéBalls on his belt.

“I know. I’m leaving.”

The error hadn’t timed out off the screen quite yet, and he glanced over at it, then back to her.

“You misread me. How could I turn away such an exotic beauty? My name’s Brock. I’m the Leader here. I don’t have any more appointments this afternoon, and I would love it if you would occupy that time with a Gym Battle.”

She nudged her hood back and gave him a bewildered look.

“But I only have one--”

He threw up his hands imploringly.

“--And that’s just fine! Please say yes. I’ll count it as sanctioned, provided you fulfill other criteria as a substitute for the two-on-two rule.”

“Leaders are allowed to instate their own unique rules under their own Gym roof,” the mumbled, thoughtfully paraphrasing the League Rulebook. She squinted a moment and shook her head, then gave him an anxious but optimistic smile. “Yeah, I’ll bite. What did you have in mind?”

“I, wow. Wow.” He grinned a little to excitedly in awe, too smitten to really be sizing her up as he looked her over. “I know it’s a strange request, but could you not wear the jacket while we battle? Your... your everything has me stunned. If you beat me, you get a certified Pewter Badge.”

“And if you beat me?”

“Maybe I could steal a kiss?”

Dinah could only stare at him for a good bit, and the anticipation of her answer got him sweating. She bit at her lower lip and unzipped her frock-coat as a show of good faith, then extended a paw to shake on it, which he took with both his. Unlike with the clerk, she did not withdraw it in haste, and hesitantly let him appreciate the physical connection.

“The Gym floor entrance is down just this way.” He clasped her paw enthusiastically before letting go to lead the way. “You won’t regret it. But know, I won’t go easy on you, just because you have the one partner. Or because you’re so beautiful.”

She plastered a grimace into the best smile she could.

“...Bring it.”

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geminimoonbeamx · 7 years

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Naive: Part 1

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the intro, I wrote this and a few other “chapters” up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story😭💛

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. The stirrings of sexual tension. The big stuffs coming next time though you guys I promise lol

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

💘💘💘💘💘

You and Pepper sit in the back of a sleek black Mercedes as it winds through the city, towards Manhattan and the Tower.

It had only been a few years since you’d been in New York but damn, had your forgotten how small this city made you feel. You stare out of the window, your eyes tilted up at many sky scrapers, the sun glaring through your oversized sunglasses as you look at the sky.

It reminds you of a canopy, the way the buildings seem to box you in. An urban jungle that smelled like human pee and chronic exhaustion.

“Are you excited for the internship?” Pepper asks you with a grin and you nod enthusiastically, biting your bottom lip.

What she was talking about was the internship you’d managed to score at the American Museum of Natural History.

“So fucking excited. I mean- I know they’re going to have me doing chump work. Since I only just got my bachelors degree, but the boost that it’s giving my career is insane. Like, I’ll be working on my graduates degree at the same time so I’m hoping if I can make a good impression they’ll refer me to the Smithsonian”

You cant help but babble, your mouth going a mile a minute.

School had always been important to you. It’d been drilled into you by your scientist of a mother, and your college professor of a grandmother that education was the most valuable thing in this world. You’d luckily inherited your moms bright nature, and had graduated high school as the Valedictorian…

Which always made you laugh because you’d ditched more then a third of your senior year to smoke pot with your friends in your car and had still managed to pass top of your class.

College was harder, just like you knew it was going to be. But you still goverened a high grade point average. Double majoring in Sociology and History and minoring in Art Forensics.

Because you’d known, ever since you’d watched Indiana Jones when you we’re six, that all you wanted to do was work in Museums. You wanted to be surrounded by ancient scrolls and mystical tombs. You wanted your life to be the adventure you’d mapped it out to be in your head.

Plus the ide of your fat ass swinging around on vines and running from giant rolling death balls made you smile.

“That’s a lot to have on your plate at once. But if anyone can do it, it’s you. But just know if you neglect your flower girl duties, you will be replaced” Pepper jokes and you giver her a “har har”

“You mean maid of honor duties” You verify.

“What? You cant be both? We also we’re thinking of having you be the ring bearer” You roll your eyes at the strawberry blonde who’s typing away at her blackberry. It’s such a familiar sight, a wave of nostalgia washes over you.

You’d spent a good chunk of your childhood looking up to her.

When the car pulls into the garage of what used to be Stark, but what was now Avengers tower you cant help but feel like you’re ten years olf again. Going to spend two weeks in the summertime with your “Tony Tino”

“So they should be out of their meeting in about twenty minutes, your bags are being brought to your room and the boxes got here a few days ago” Pepper confirms the plans to me as we make our way through the lush waiting room and into one of the many elevators.

“Okay, cool. I’ll just go start unpacking then-”

“Nope” She interjects and I shoot her a “why the hell not?” look.

“Tony said you should get something in your stomach. He know’s you never eat on planes” Pepper covers for herself quickly, not wanting you to see through her lie and ruin Tony’s surprise.

“Okay I guess. I’m not really hungry but you can show me the new kitchens. All he’s been talking about is how the upgrades we’re way cool” You seem to be tottaly oblivious wich makes her let out a metaphorical sigh of relief.

The kitchens are even more wicked then what Tony had told you and your eyes light up as you asses the huge room. The stainless steel and clean white walls making it look like something out of Star Trek.

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N” Fridays sing song robotic voice chimes from nowhere and you grin.

“Friday! How have you been?” You know she’s just a computer, just a hard drive, but you talk to her like she’s a real person.

Just like you used to do with Jarvis who, now, actually was a real person.

“I’ve been well, Ms. Y/L/N. Tony has missed you very much. He’s been very busy preparing for your stay. He’s instructed me to make sure you are fed because he knows you “barf” on airplanes. What can I have made for you? The chef’s specialty is French cusine”

You quirk your mouth at the word barf.

That was one time and you we’re fourteen. Would he ever let you forget it?

“Umm, just a bowl of fruit sounds good” You instruct her rolling your eyes at Pepper who insists you eat a more well rounded diet.

“Fine- and a yogurt”

You sit across Pepper, at one of the glass dining tables. You’d been hungrier then you’d realized and had eaten the entirety of the mixed fruit and yogurt happily. Your chatting about the NYU admissions when the door to the kitchens opens and people flooded in.

Those people being the Avengers- sans a couple members, but still, a decent(menacing) group. With Tony at the front.

The grin on his face is big- his eyes crinkling with crows feet as he approaches you, his arms dramatically open wide.

“Hey Tino!” You laugh as you hop down from the stool and walk over, giving him a tight squeeze. He wasn’t the tallest men, but was still much taller then you so you wrap your arms around his middle as he squeezes the life out of your head.

“Hey kiddo” He lets you go after a moment, putting a hand on your shoulder “How are you doing? Are you feeling better? Did you eat?” He looks you over as he speaks.

You look…different. Your hair is different, you’d cut at least a four or so inches off and it now sat just past your shoulders. It was lighter too.

“Yes god father, I ate. Chill out” You shake your head.

“You dyed your hair” It almost sounds like an accusation and you fight the urge to run your fingers through it self consciously.

Your hair had always reminded him so much of your moms…“It looks nice kid! Makes you look like you’re about thirty though”

“Don’t be mean to me!”

“I’m not- I’m not. I said it looks nice. Right Pepper, you heard that?” Tony looks to Pepper who’s still at the table, she just snorts at her fiancée.

“I think it brings out your eyes” Natasha pipes up as she comes up and gives you a short hug.

“Well thanks. At least someone here actually loves me. I missed you Nat, how have you been?”

And that’s how it goes, you making the rounds, reuniting with the people all around you.

Bruce blushes when you hug him tightly and ask him how things we’re hanging in the lab. Thor picks you up, as he always had, and told you how he missed his little lady. You think you hug Wanda the tightest. You’d kept in touch with her the most, you guys were close in age and you just clicked with her. You knew all about her little romance with Vision who you still had the urge to call Jarvis.

“You’ll always be Jarvis to me” You tell him. He, like Pepper, had watched you grow up.

Clint ruffles your hair in a way that makes you swat his hands away furiously. “How’ve you been, squirt?” Before Sam tells you you’d gotten a nice tan in Europe to which you cant help but bark a laugh at. “Okay creep” you punch his shoulder affectionately.

“Hey Steve” You beam at him reaching on the very tip of your toes to wrap him in a quick hug.

God, he’s still hot.

You’d had a thing for him back a few years ago. He was going through a rough patch and needed a friend and you had this inviting way about you that he’d melted into. It never got serious- you hadn’t even really kissed the guy but you’d been close.

You thought it would have been weirder seeing him again. Especially after the whole scene Tony had caused between the both of you but it wasn’t.

He still looked something akin to sunshine. His aura bright and golden.

And he was standing next to someone you’d never met- in person. But you knew exactly who the guy was.

You we’re a history major for fucks sake. Of course you knew who James Buchannan Barnes was.

“How’ve you been, Y/N? It’s been a while” Steve grins down at you.

“It really has, stranger. Thanks for keeping in contact. You know, I didn’t teach you how to properly text for nothing" You shoot at him, with no malice but it makes him shift uncomfortably on his feet.

“Yeah- I’m sorry. I should have checked in more it’s just been really hectic-” You watch him with a satisfied leer. You’d always loved making him squirm, and he just made it all too easy.

“You’re fine Steve” You wave him off “I get it. You’re still all technologically impaired. Guess I’m just not important enough for you”

You use that tone- the one that had always got him so worked up and he just puffs out a breath, shaking his head.

“That’s not- your messing with me” He catches on and you giggle and roll your eyes.

Oh, your sweet 40’s child.

“Always” You inform him before turning your attention to the man you hadn’t been formally introduced to yet and giving him a smile. That smile.

Bucky can see why you we’re known for being a flirt.

He’d just watched you work a room full of people, watched the way that the team reacted to your warmth. The way you seemed to have your own unique bond with everyone and he couldn’t lie- it was intriguing.

You’re pretty- in a way that he didn’t see a lot. Yeah, your bigger then he’d been expecting; all hips and thighs and a large bussom but there’s something eye catching about you. Maybe it’s the way your eyes are lined with sharp cat eye liner or the way your eyebrows arch. It reminds him of home, of the women that he’d grown up around.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” You hold your hand out to his. Your eyes are sparking with curiosity as he reaches down to take it.

“I’m-” He starts and you cut him off, your playful nature coming out.

“ Sargent James Buchannan Barnes? I’ve been learning about you since like kindergarten!”

“That so? You can call me Bucky” he drawls out.

“Bucky. It’s really nice to meet you. Any friend of Splangles here is a friend of mine. I mean unless you’re as boring as he is”

You really we’re a charmer. And he thought he’d been charming back in the day. You could run circles around him.

He can’t help the smooth chuckle that leaves his throat as Steve protests with an half offended “hey!”

“I’m just kidding, Steve. You know I love you!” You pinch his cheek, your nose scrunching before turning away from them and back to Tony.

Not before telling Bucky you were “Excited to pick his brain sometime”

Bucky’s gaze is focused on your retreating figure. He feels a little…dizzy. The way you feel when you get off a ride at Luna Park.

He doesn’t think he’s felt like this anytime this decade.

Steve shoots him a knowing look.

The Y/N effect.

“Told ya’ jerk” Steve pushes Bucky’s shoulder in a friendly manner as he passes him and Bucky shakes him, and the weird head high off with a quick “Punk”.

Tony hasn’t stopped talking since that first moment you’d been reunited and you hang onto every word. You’d always loved this about him; that he’d talk to you. And like, really conversation. Not just treat you like your were some dumb kid who couldn’t keep up.

You end up leaving the rest of the “Scooby gang” and you follow him to where you’re assuming is his office.

“Okay but how are they going to try and pass Government restrictions on you? It doesn’t make any sense? If they had half a brain they’d label you an international task force- but I mean then you’d have to deal with the UN more I guess. And aren’t they still super salty about the accords?…”

Tony’s over being impressed with the way your brain works. He’s been over it since you were eight and you’d called your teacher a facist.

“Super salty” Tony affirms with a sigh “But at least we have SHEILD backing us now. And there’s some new members. Oh yeah and Thors phycotic brother promised he won’t try to invade earth anymore”

You snort “Well that’s a relief I guess. He’s finally getting his younger sibling syndrome in check”

“I think Bruce scarred him for life”

“Good. He needed it. Where’s Rhodey? I noticed that he wasn’t down stairs” you ask the question that been bugging you.

“Oh yeah. He had a physical therapy appointment but he’ll be gracing us with his presence for dinner”

“How’s he doing?”

“You know Rhodey. He’s kicking PTs ass. He should be able to get back in the suit in a few months”

That makes you happy. Like genuinely so happy and relieved because you loved the shit out of Rohdey and you’d been really worried about him after the…accident.

“Yeah. He’s such a bad ass- uh hey Tino, where are we going? I thought your office was on the 47th floor?” You watch as the light around the 15 lights up, announcing your stop.

“I thought we’d make a detour. So I know you wanted to get your own apartment- but rent in the city is outrageous and you decided to humor your dear old god dad… So I improvised” Tony explains and your whole face is twisted up in confusion because what is he even talking about?

“What?” You hiss as the elevator doors ding open.

The room that’s revealed has your jaw dropping and harsh gasp ripping itself from your throat.

“Think of it as a graduation present” Tony’s happy- your reaction is just what he’d wanted.

You looked childlike as you took in the space. There were large, floor length windows that lined the furthest wall- the natural lighting was something out of a dream. The couches were plush and charcoal colored, an array of throw pillows lining them. There were white furry rugs and marble accents and gold lining to everything. The color scheme you were obsessed with.

“Tony oh my god! I love it!” You squeak. How had he gotten your tastes so well? “This is why pepper started following all my Pinterest boards huh?”

“We wanted it to feel like your own place. There’s a bed room and a bathroom back down that hall”

You turn to him, your bottom lip jutting out.

“Don’t cry!” He protests and you sniffle dramatically.

“I just- I can’t believe you had the time to do all of this. Thank you so so so so much, Tino. I love it. Best graduation gift ever”

He’d always spoiled you, a fact that you weren’t ignorant to but this… It almost felt like too much.

“I’m just happy you’re staying here. I think NYU and the internship will be really good for you. And Pepper needs someone to talk wedding plans with cause she’s staring to make my ears bleed with that shit-”

“And you want to keep an eye on me while I withdrawal?” You guess, saying what he hadn’t.

The atmosphere in the room seems to suddenly shift.

He chomps his teeth together with an audible snap and nods.

“We don’t know the entirety of side effects from coming off that drug so yes. I want you here while you do it. Even though I still don’t think it’s the best idea” Tony uses that parental voice you hate on you and you sigh and walk over to one of the Windows. Staring down bustling streets below you.

“I know, I don’t know if it’s the best idea either but somethings gotta’ give. I’m willing to try anything at this point…I don’t want to feel like this anymore” you whisper the last part.

Tony watches you, his arms folded over his chest as he deflates.

“Okay- just like I told you over the phone we’ll try it. Ween you off slowly. But if it gets too intense we’re starting them back up again”

I’m not gonna lose you too, is what he doesn’t say.

No matter how bad the idea of it scares you, you know it’s the best route. The only one you’ve got left.

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Dun dun dunnnnn. Y/N’s on drugs say what?! Trust me, it’s not what your thinking. Unless you’s a mind reader- then it’s exactly what your thinking. I’m thinking? We’re thinking?😂

Ps. My laptops acting super wonky so the tags should be up later! I promise I’ve got you guys lol! And continue to ask if you want to be tagged in upcoming parts.

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166595772104/naive-part-2 PART TWO

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166629591854/naive-part-3 PART THREE

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166664664834/naive-part-4 PART FOUR

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166703266654/naive-part-5 PART FIVE

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Colleges That Require Virus-Screening Tech Struggle to Say Whether It Works Before the University of Idaho welcomed students back to campus last fall, it made a big bet on new virus-screening technology. The university spent $90,000 installing temperature-scanning stations, which look like airport metal detectors, in front of its dining and athletic facilities in Moscow, Idaho. When the system clocks a student walking through with an unusually high temperature, the student is asked to leave and go get tested for Covid-19. But so far the fever scanners, which detect skin temperature, have caught fewer than 10 people out of the 9,000 students living on or near campus. Even then, university administrators could not say whether the technology had been effective because they have not tracked students flagged with fevers to see if they went on to get tested for the virus. The University of Idaho is one of hundreds of colleges and universities that adopted fever scanners, symptom checkers, wearable heart-rate monitors and other new Covid-screening technologies this school year. Such tools often cost less than a more validated health intervention: frequent virus testing of all students. They also help colleges showcase their pandemic safety efforts. But the struggle at many colleges to keep the virus at bay has raised questions about the usefulness of the technologies. A New York Times effort has recorded more than 530,000 virus cases on campuses since the start of the pandemic. One problem is that temperature scanners and symptom-checking apps cannot catch the estimated 40 percent of people with the coronavirus who do not have symptoms but are still infectious. Temperature scanners can also be wildly inaccurate. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has cautioned that such symptom-based screening has only “limited effectiveness.” The schools have a hard time saying whether — or how well — the new devices have worked. Many universities and colleges, including prominent research institutions, are not rigorously studying effectiveness. “So why are we bothering?” said Bruce Schneier, a prominent security technologist who has described such screening systems as “security theater” — that is, tools that make people feel better without actually improving their safety. “Why spend the money?” More than 100 schools are using a free virus symptom-checking app, called CampusClear, that can clear students to enter campus buildings. Others are asking students to wear symptom-monitoring devices that can continuously track vital signs like skin temperature. And some have adapted the ID card swiping systems they use to admit students into dorms, libraries and gyms as tools for tracing potential virus exposures. Administrators at Idaho and other universities said their schools were using the new tech, along with policies like social distancing, as part of larger campus efforts to hinder the virus. Some said it was important for their schools to deploy the screening tools even if they were only moderately useful. At the very least, they said, using services like daily symptom-checking apps may reassure students and remind them to be vigilant about other measures, like mask wearing. Some public health experts said it was understandable that colleges had not methodically assessed the technology’s effectiveness against the coronavirus. After all, they said, schools are unaccustomed to frequently screening their entire campus populations for new infectious diseases. Even so, some experts said they were troubled that universities lacked important information that might help them make more evidence-based decisions on health screening. “It’s a massive data vacuum,” said Saskia Popescu, an infectious-disease epidemiologist who is an assistant professor at George Mason University. “The moral of the story is you can’t just invest in this tech without having a validation process behind it.” Other medical experts said increased surveillance of largely healthy college students seemed unduly intrusive, given that symptom checkers have limited usefulness and the effectiveness of wearable health monitors against Covid-19 is not yet known. Updated March 2, 2021, 3:28 p.m. ET The introduction of campus screening tools has often been bumpy. Last fall, the University of Missouri began requiring all students, faculty and staff to use CampusClear, a free app that asks users about possible symptoms, like high temperature or loss of smell. Users who say they have no symptoms then receive a “Good to Go!” notification that can clear them to enter campus buildings. The school initially did not enforce the use of CampusClear at building entrances, however, and some students used the app only infrequently, according to reporting by The Missourian, the campus newspaper. In October, the university began requiring people to show their app pass code to enter certain buildings, like the student center and library. The university has promoted the app as a tool to help educate students. But how effective it has been at hindering coronavirus outbreaks on campus is unknown. A spokesman for the University of Missouri said the school was unable to provide usage data on CampusClear — including the number of students who had reported possible symptoms through the app and later tested positive for the virus — requested by a Times reporter. Jason Fife, the marketing director at Ivy.ai, the start-up behind CampusClear, said nearly 425,000 people at about 120 colleges and universities used the app last semester, generating about 9.8 million user reports. Many schools, he noted, use data from the app not to follow individual virus cases but to look for symptom trends on their campuses. Ivy.ai, however, cannot gauge the app’s effectiveness as a virus-screening tool, he said. For privacy reasons, the company does not track individual users who report symptoms and later test positive for the infection. At some universities, administrators acknowledged that the tech they adopted this school year did not pan out the way they had hoped. Bridgewater State University in Bridgewater, Mass., introduced two tools last semester that recorded students’ whereabouts in case they later developed virus infections and administrators needed to trace their contacts. One system logged students’ locations every time they swiped their ID cards to enter campus buildings. The other asked students to scan printed-out QR codes posted at certain locations around campus. By the end of the semester, however, only about one-third of the 1,200 students on campus were scanning the bar codes. Ethan Child, a Bridgewater senior, said he had scanned the QR codes but also skipped them when walking by in the rain. “I think it’s reasonable to ask students to do it — whether or not they’ll actually do it is another thing,” he said. “People might just pass it by.” Class Disrupted Updated March 2, 2021 The latest on how the pandemic is reshaping education. Administrators discovered that the key to hindering coronavirus outbreaks was not technology but simply frequent testing — once a week, for on-campus students — along with contact tracing, said Chris Frazer, the executive director of the university’s wellness center. “I’m glad we didn’t spend an exorbitant amount of money” on tech tools, Dr. Frazer said. “We found what we need is tests and more tests.” The location-tracking tools ultimately proved most useful for “peace of mind,” he added, and to confirm the findings of contact tracers, who often learned much more about infected students’ activities by calling them than by examining their location logs. Other schools that discovered location tracking was not a useful pandemic safety tool decided not to deploy it at all. At Oklahoma State University, in Stillwater, administrators said they had planned to log students’ locations when they used campus Wi-Fi for possible later use in contact tracing. But the school never introduced the system, said Chris Barlow, the school’s health services director, partly because administrators realized that many students had contracted the virus off campus, in situations where public health measures like mask wearing were not followed. At the University of Idaho and other schools, administrators described devices like fever scanners as add-ons to larger campus safety efforts involving student testing and measures like social distancing. Last fall, for instance, the University of Idaho tested its students for the virus at the beginning and middle of the semester, with some random testing as well. The school also used a wastewater testing program to identify an impending virus outbreak at fraternity and sorority houses, proactively quarantining more than a dozen chapters before cases could spread widely through the community. “We got out in front of it early,” C. Scott Green, the president of the University of Idaho, said. “We were able to isolate those that were sick, and we got back under control.” Still, there were hiccups. The university required food service employees who worked at the dining hall to undergo temperature checks using hand-held scanners. But several developed virus infections anyway, and the university was forced to temporarily close the dining hall over a weekend for deep cleaning. As for the free-standing temperature-scanning stations, Mr. Green himself has experienced their limitations. He said one mistakenly stopped him from entering an athletic building right after he got out of a hot car. Source link Orbem News #Colleges #require #Struggle #Tech #VirusScreening #Works

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9 Things Your Parents Taught You About fireinsidemusic.com

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On an album of bittersweet childrens music that she wrote a lot more than ten years ago, the woman who came to become acknowledged only given that the piano Trainer supplied what, in hindsight, seems like an eerie glimpse of her have upcoming.

Im moving away currently to a spot so distant, wherever nobody appreciates my title, she wrote from the lyrics of the music referred to as Moving.

When she wrote that track, she was youthful and vivacious, a piano Trainer and freelance new music writer who liked Beethoven and jazz, sunsets and river Appears, lengthy walks and every thing about Big apple.

On a type of beloved walks, via Central Park in the bright Solar of the June day in 1996, a homeless drifter conquer her and made an effort to rape her, leaving her clinging to lifestyle. Once the assault, the text to her track arrived legitimate. She moved away, outside of Ny city, out of her old daily life, and all but her closest buddies did not know her name. To the rest of the environment, she was — such as far more famous jogger attacked in Central Park seven years before — an nameless image of the urban nightmare. She was the piano Trainer.

Now, around the 10th anniversary of the assault, she is celebrating what appears to be her whole recovery from Mind trauma. She is forty two, married, with a little child. She's Kyle Kevorkian McCann, the piano Trainer, and she or he wants to explain to her story, her way.

Her physician instructed her it could just take ten years to Recuperate, and Sunday was that talismanic anniversary. I sense my lifestyle has become redefined by Central Park, she said several times ago, her voice smooth and hopeful. Prior to park; immediately after park. Will there at any time be a time Once i dont Feel, Oh, Here is the 10th anniversary, the 11th anniversary?

She spoke in her modest ranch residence in the wooded subdivision in a The big apple suburb. She sat in a dining area strewn with toys, surrounded by photos of her cherubic, dim-haired 2-calendar year-aged daughter. A Steinway grand filled fifty percent the place, and at just one level she sat down and played. Her taking part in was forceful, but she seemed embarrassed to Engage in quite a lot of bars, and shrugged, rather then answering, when asked the identify from the piece. She asked that her daughter and her city not be named.

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She phone calls that working day, June 4, 1996, the working day Once i was harm.

Hers was the main within a string of assaults by precisely the same man on four women over 8 days. The final victim, Evelyn Alvarez, 65, was overwhelmed to Loss of life as she opened her Park Avenue dry-cleansing shop, and eventually, the assailant, John J. Royster, was convicted of murder and sentenced to lifestyle in prison.

Nonetheless the attack on the piano Instructor may be the a person individuals seem to recollect probably the most. Portion of the fascination has to do with echoes on the 1989 assault to the Central Park jogger. But In addition, it frightened men and women in a means the attack on the jogger did not since its situation ended up so mundane.

It did not happen in a very remote Portion of the park late in the evening, but in close proximity to a favorite playground at three inside the afternoon. It could have took place to anybody. The stress was heightened from the mystery with the piano academics id.

For three times, as law enforcement and Health professionals attempted to find out who she was, she lay in a coma in her clinic mattress, anonymous. Her parents were on trip and her boyfriend, also a musician, was in Europe, on tour. Last but not least, among her students regarded a police sketch and was able to establish her while in the clinic by her fingers, since her confront was swollen beyond recognition. The law enforcement did not release her identify.

The last thing she remembers about June four, 1996, is providing a lesson in her studio apartment on West 57th Avenue, then putting her very long hair in the ponytail and likely out for any walk. She will not keep in mind the attack, Though she has listened to the accounts from the police and prosecutors.

To me its like a actuality I realized and memorized, she mentioned. As if I ended up a student in school researching background.

She doesn't think of The person who did it. I might need been offended for any moment, although not a lot longer than that, she said. How could I be offended at John Royster? He was declared not insane, but I assume by our specifications he was.

Dr. Jamshid Ghajar, her doctor at The big apple Healthcare facility-Cornell Health-related Middle, as it was known in 1996, explained to reporters that she experienced a 10 percent possibility of survival. Medical professionals experienced to get rid of her forehead bone, which was later on changed, to produce space for her swelling brain. When her mother produced a community appeal to pray for my daughter, 1000's did.

Immediately after eight times, she arrived out of a coma, very first in a very vegetative state, then in a childlike condition. As she recovered, she slept minor and talked frequently, from time to time in gibberish. I had been finding mad at folks after they didnt reply to these terms, she claimed.

Like an Alzheimers individual, she experienced small short-term memory and would forget guests once they left the room.

Around a number of months, she had to relearn ways to stroll, dress, read and write. Her boyfriend, Tony Scherr, frequented everyday to Perform guitar for her. He encouraged her to Engage in the piano, in opposition to the advice of her Actual physical therapists, who thought she can be disappointed by her incapacity to Participate in the best way she once experienced. Mr. Scherr performed Beatles duets along with her, actively playing the remaining-hand portion though she played the ideal.

Which was my most effective therapy, she mentioned.

In August, she moved back again property to New Jersey, along with her father, an engineer, and mother, a schoolteacher. She visited previous haunts and known as good friends, striving to revive her shattered memory. I used to be really obsessive about remembering, she reported. Any memory reduction was to me an indication of abnormality or deficit.

Her therapists considered her progress was fantastic, but her two sisters protested that she was not the deep thinker she had been.

What bothered her most was that she had missing the ability to cry, like a faucet within her brain were turned off. A person night time, nine months following she was harm, she stayed up late to watch the John Grisham Motion picture A Time to Destroy. Just following her father had long gone to mattress, she viewed a courtroom scene of Samuel Jacksons character on demo for killing two men who had raped his younger daughter.

The faucet opened, as well as tears trickled down her cheeks. I thought of my mothers and fathers, my father, and whatever they went by means of, she explained. Minor by very little, my feeling returned, my depth of mind returned.

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Urged by her sisters, she went again to highschool and obtained a masters degree in music education and learning.

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Not anything went very well. She and Mr. Scherr split up five years once the assault, although they remain good friends. She dated other Gentlemen, but she always advised them regarding the assault instantly — she couldn't support it, she mentioned — plus they in no way known as for a 2nd day.

We have now to search out you anyone, her Good friend David Phelps, a guitar participant, mentioned 4 many years back, before introducing her to Liam McCann, a computer technician and newbie drummer. For at the time, she did not say anything at all about the assault until she received to grasp Mr. McCann, then when she did, he admired her toughness.

Mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani, who had typically frequented her at her bedside though she was in the clinic, married them in his Instances Sq. Place of work. She wore a blue costume and pearls. Whilst she was pregnant, within a burst of creativity, she and her mates recorded Even though Ended up Young, an album of childrens songs that she experienced penned prior to the attack, such as the music Shifting. Her ex-boyfriend, Mr. Scherr, manufactured the CD. On it, her spouse performs drums and she performs electrical piano.

Is her life as it absolutely was? Not specifically, although she is hesitant to attribute the distinctions to her injuries. Her very last two piano students still left her, with out contacting to clarify why, she reported. She has resumed taking part in classical songs, but simple items, because her daughter would not give her the perfect time to practice. As for jazz, I dont even check out, she stated.

She would want to drive additional, sensation stranded in the suburbs, but she is easily rattled. She tries to be written content with being house and caring for her daughter.

Dr. Ghajar, a medical professor of neurological operation at precisely what is now named New York-Presbyterian Healthcare facility/Weill Cornell Clinical Center, who operated on Ms. Kevorkian McCann once the assault, said final week that her amount of Restoration was rare. Shes generally standard, he claimed.

Other gurus, who're not Individually accustomed to Ms. Kevorkian McCanns case, are more cautious.

Regaining the opportunity to Participate in the piano may possibly contain an Nearly mechanical procedure, a semiautomatic remember of exactly what the fingers have to do, explained Dr. Yehuda Ben-Yishay, a professor of scientific rehabilitation medication at Ny University School of Medication. As soon as brain-injured, you happen to be always brain-hurt, For the remainder of your lifetime, Dr. Ben-Yishay claimed. There isn't any cure, You can find only intense compensation.

The more telling Portion of a Restoration, in his see, is psychological, and on that rating he counts Ms. Kevorkian McCanns relationship and boy or girl as a major victory.

For her aspect, the piano Instructor is familiar with she has altered, but she has produced her peace with it. I used to be sort of a hyper —— I dont know if I was a kind A, but I used to be bold, she claims. Why was I so formidable? I was a piano Trainer. I dont understand what the ambition was about. I really did come back to the individual Im designed to be.

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Let’s Do The Time Warp (Again) - Part 2

Eventually Peter Maximoff x OC

Length: 2473 words

Warnings: mentions of death, car crash, female OC, etc. flirts?

Masterlist | Part 2 of ‘Let’s Do The Time Warp (Again)’ Series | Part 1

The journal was important to your mother, for very good reason.

She had been taking it to her lawyers on the last night of her life. It had been raining since the early morning, and by the end of the day it was practically torrential. She’d called ahead to the office, politely asking her solicitor to stay later than they usually would, so she could drop something off, before she journeyed home. It had just been finished, the pages filled to the brim with information and knowledge.

The night before her death, she’d penned the last words onto the paper, ‘YOU SAVED ME THEN, SO I COULD HAVE LIVED THIS LIFE.’.

Your mother was a scientist. Sally Tyrell left nothing to chance, and as a woman who firmly believed in science and in facts, she’d written a rather lengthy piece on the events of 1984. She even gone on to write about after that, detailing her years at university and her lab work (the trial and tribulations of working under a sexist old codger), meeting her sweet husband, and birthing you – her daughter. She was thorough, wanting to make sure you knew all the facts you’d ever possibly need, and had the best chance at doing what she said – saving her.

Her will had demanded that you receive the journal after her death, it had been mentioned several times, and when she was in that crash on her way home from the solicitors that night, you were given it three days later. Your father wasn’t long behind her, his grief taking him nearly one month later, leaving you with nothing in this world, but the tales in the journal, and your will to go on.

You’d read the journal avidly when you first gotten it, six months ago, and had memorised every event written down.

Now , all you had to do was what your mother said on the last page – now you had to save her life.

Your mutant gene descended through your father’s side of the family, meaning your mother was nothing but ‘normal’ – born and raised in complete normalcy, until her 15th year of life. Aside from her odd fascination with staring at people until they become uncomfortable (usually due to the vacant look that emerges after a minute or two), this was completely true. Sally Tyrell nee Benson was not a mutant.

Damien Tyrell, your father, however, was a mutant. He had the ability to communicate to animals, they could understand him and he could understand them. It was a fairly minor mutation, and nothing more than an ‘inconvenience’ sometimes, nothing life-threatening. Although, that mutation became a god-send when the family moved out of the city, to the small farm we’d inherited from his parents, after their untimely deaths.

Your abilities flared up at age 6, when you accidentally ‘copied’ your father’s mutation. The two of you had been collecting eggs from the hen house. Your dad had passed you a small basket full of eggs, when your hands had touched, barely – but it had been enough.

Bang. Just like that, you had his ability.

Half an hour later, your dad went looking for you, and found you talking to the goats, having an in-depth discussion on how nice the weather was that day. Originally, your parents thought that was your ability, that maybe you were the same as your father. They weren’t too concerned. After all your father could easily teach you how to deal with the mutation, and it wasn’t a risk on your life.

Weeks later, however, on your first day of a new year at school, you picked up a new ability. This one was incredibly dangerous.

Your teacher, a sweet woman well into her elderly years, had placed a palm onto your back to comfort you after you’d tripped over. Her fingers had just brushed the back of your neck, and – bang. Fire had erupted from your palms, like an uncontrollable volcano. Your young body had felt a burning heat, that you can still easily recall to this day, travel along your sides. The fire had been burning hot, hotter than the sun your child-mind assumed. The children in the class, the ones you’d been friend with, screamed and fled, evacuating the premises as fast as their little legs could carry them. The classroom had begun burning down around you, the drawings on the walls going reduced to kindling, the plastic tables and chairs all melting beyond repair. And all with you still trapped in the middle of it.

To this day, you remembered the fear that had gripped your body, your young being coming to the realisation that you might die. The concept of one’s own mortality is not a common thought for a child, yet there you had sat, thinking you were a goner. As the flames had danced around you wildly, uncontrollable by you, you cried out helplessly – desperate for anyone to save you. Just before the flames fully engulfed you, the elderly teacher dispelled it. You had suddenly been sitting on the floor of a very charred room, cuddled into the chest of said teacher, crying out in agony, various body parts burnt, yet already slowly healing.

The teacher, Ms. Olivia Friedman, began to teach you how to control her gift, immediately you’d recovered. She informed you of the best ways to regulate the mutation, and Ms. Friedman trained you until you could truly harness it, now free from pain when this occurred. An aspect of her powers was that her skin and body had, over time, become fire-conductive, but wouldn’t allow itself to be burnt, either – something you’d gained too.

Ms. Friedman, along with your rightfully worried parents, figured out that your mutation had to be more than what they originally though it was, and then concluded that it had to be the ability to copy others mutation.

Later on, after months of being home-schooled and being privately trained by Ms. Friedman, your parents reluctantly put you back into public schooling, now that you could somewhat control your gifts. No random fires started, and no small critter accidents. They let you go back, with the condition that you refrain from touching any other child, your mother and father scared anyone could have frightening or dangerous gift that you’d be forced to take on. A month into the re-introduction to society and they still weren’t too sure about you going to school, both worried about what could happen if other children, or parents, or the police, realised what you were – about what you could do. Luckily, you were young, and so were the children in your class, so they didn’t really know what had happened.

Still… it took weeks until any child talked to you.

That was when you realised you had to keep a lid on your powers, that no-one else needed to find out – not only would you be scorned by non-mutants, but perhaps you’d be in danger in other ways. Ms. Freidman had once told you stories of bad men taking away people to experiment on them, mutants, and not too long ago either.

Travelling via taxi, across state lines wasn’t a viable way to travel to the place you needed to go. For this reason, when you’d left that motel – well, technically, when you left that diner – you walked to the nearest bus stop, and hopped on it until you got to the closest bus terminal, then bought a one-way ticket to Westchester, New York.

Your mother had written, ‘IT BEGAN IN NEW YORK’, in one of the first pages of the journal, so that’s where you were going.

At first, this had confused you greatly. According to your oldest memories, you had only lived on that small farm, in the backyard of California. And, apart from that, your parents had only lived in the state, too. Your father had lived in Los Angeles, and your mother met you father out in Pasadena – she ran into him outside Caltech. But, as you read the journal, you found out that your mother had grown up in one of the boroughs of New York, not the suburbs of California. It turns out, her whole family had always lived in, and around, the state of New York for generations.

Sally Benson, the woman your mother was before her marriage, was an aspect that had always been unknown to you. You’d only ever known Sally Tyrell, your married mother, and she certainly never spoke of her past to you – not even when you asked. Now, you see it as her attempt to not change the delicate balance of time, but when you’d been a teen it had been the cause of many issues between you two. The younger version of yourself didn’t see the problem in finding out more about your mother, about her struggles that founded who she became, but now you saw her acts as her trying to preserve her reality.

Despite your initial confusion over the location the beginning of this tale takes place, it eventually came to you. After all, you’d had many friends go the ‘Xavier Institute for Higher Learning’, or ‘Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters’, as it is known as in the 1984-time-period you were currently in.

The bus got to Westchester, just shy of a full day later.

Whilst the bus fare hadn’t been too hefty, the taxi fare to the actual gated of the mansion was. An oddity to you, considering how little you had to pay earlier, but you assumed that perhaps it had to do with the region you were in? Honestly, you should have just hi-jacked a car, like in your original plan. Old cars or not, you could still drive, your father taught you on the farm’s tractor when you were 16, and you still had a license. The only reason you didn’t was because whilst a pre-pubescent child working at a motel wouldn’t look closely, a police officer would – and if you were pulled over, you’d be sent to a lock-up not long after, for having a ‘phony’ ID, as well as driving a stolen vehicle.

Silently, you marvelled at the building in front of you, wondering just how rich the Professor actually was. You’d passed a few other mansions on the way here, and they’d looked nice (very nice), but they paled in comparison to this place. There seemed to be about three levels to the building, and looking at it sideways, it was huge. Honestly, this could be the set of a movie, maybe a period film…

Vaguely, you thought of your friend, Tash, who’d been sent off to this place in the late 2000’s, to harness his powers. You wonder if you’d ever see him again? You let out a sigh, probably not.

You heaved the bag over your shoulder, and walked up the steps, before arriving at the large wooden front doors, knocking loudly. To walk right in would be rude, but the fact it was about 10 in the morning, you wondered if anyone could even hear your knock – people would most probably be in the middle of classes, after all. Just as you were going to knock a second time, the large slab of wood swung open noiselessly.

It revealed a boy. “What’s up, sweets?” A silvery-grey haired guy stood in the doorway, eating a twinkie. He was dressed oddly, with a silver faux-leather jacket… and goggles. You wondered if this was a usual getup in the 80’s.

“I’m here to see the Professor? Uh, Professor Charles Xavier?” You were hesitant to talk to him, if you were honest. You never know who has what mutation, and that’s a scary thing when it comes to you. What if he was a telepath, and could read your mind? It might hinder your plans. He wasn’t saying anything in return, so you prompted him, “Can I come in?”

The guy shoved the rest of his twinkie into his mouth, and began to talk around the crumbs, “Sure, I’ll take you to his office.” Although, you only somewhat heard him, and only got the gist of what he was saying when he waved for you to follow him. Apparently, you were to follow him. Silver-guy led you down the main hallway, which you guessed had once been a beautiful entryway for this home, before turning left and leading you to the door at the end of the hall. As you walked, you looked at the photographs on the walls, many showing students winning awards, or using their gifts. “Here it is.” Silver-hair-guy gestured dramatically towards the door, and you felt your lips twitch in an attempt to smile.

You went to knock on the door, but paused to look at the person next to you, “Thanks for show me here.” It was a slightly awkward attempt by you to dismiss him.

“No problem, sweet-cheeks.” He winked at you cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes in slight irritation, although your heart rate did seem to pick up slightly. What? He was cute. The guy looked about ready to walk away, before he turned back to you, “My names Peter Maximoff, if you need me later.”

“I doubt that I will,” You smiled at him, a little sarcastically now, before turning back to the office door, “Bye.” You needed to talk to the Professor, you needed to get ahead of the events that were going to take place soon.

“What? You not gonna tell me your name?” Peter asked, moving closer to you quickly, “Bit rude, sweets. After I led you all the way here, out of the kindness in my heart!”

You let out a sharp breath, and sent him a glower, “Look, I’m busy, can you leave?”

“Tell me your name, please?” His tone changed, seeming to lose the cockiness of the past minute. It felt like he was being genuine…

Either way, “Go away-”

“Miss Tyrell?” The English voice called, from the other side of the door that lay in front of you, “Are you going to talk outside my door all day, or enter?” The voice questioned you, sounding amused at the small argument he could hear. You could hear the laughter in the voice, laughing at you and Peter, and your disagreement. His amusement made you smile a little.

It reminded you of your father’s voice, just without the random accent.

“Saved by the bell, sweets.” Peter began to back away, walking backwards, a cute smile on his face, still staring at you. “Catch you later, sweet-cheeks.” He winked at you, then suddenly he was gone. Damn, he was fast.

Sighing, you put your hand to the door, ready to knock again, when the voice rang out once more, laughter still clear in the tone, “Just come in, Miss Tyrell.”

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Reuniting The Sky (The Colour AU) [Clary x Jace x Simon]

(this is going to go with a gifset if I get around to it) [Set kinda during 1x01]

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Clary Fray has known for a long time that her childhood best friend Simon Lewis was her soulmate. Her black and white world had always been tinted with colour as the two of them grew together to become the wonderful young adults they are. Simon Lewis has also known since he was a child that Clary was his soulmate. But neither of them decided to tell the other. They longed for the day colour seeped back into their dull black and white world. But were too scared that maybe it wasn’t the same for the other. But what would happen when they both find out they have another soulmate?

Today has been a long day, Clary thought, as she slowly walked into the cafe that Simon was patiently waiting for her in. Wearing a sad smile she walked up to him. “Give me the professors' names and I... I will end them,” Simon said sternly. “You know, with... with a scathing e-mail to the dean.” “Don’t bother,” Clary handed Simon the acceptance letter to Simon, to his amaze she started cackling with laughter. “Sad face? Really?” he laughed, as the two of them sat down for a coffee. It wasn’t the coffee Clary craved, it was the colour she would see the minute she touched Simon’s hand. She longed to see the bright colours paint the room so gradually. As an artist the idea of colours fascinated her. “I guess I should congratulate you,” Simon smiled as he leaned over and gave Clary a hug. Don’t let go, Clary thought as she watched the dull black wall turn into an array of colours. Blue, purple, and a dash of yellow. I want to stay in this world forever. Simon clung to Clary, not wanting to part from her. The warmth of her body against his made him melt, as the colours came to life around him. The two of them wondered whether or not to tell the other, or to cling to the other and never let go. You are my dream, Simon Lewis. You can give me everything I could ever ask for.

A few hours later Simon and Clary decided to go to Pandemonium with their friend Maureen, to celebrate Clary’s eighteenth birthday. The three of them had no idea if they would be able to get in with their fake IDs, Clary’s sucked more than Maureen’s and Simon’s. But they decided to give it a go anyway.

Pandemonium was packed with every type of person you could think of, and more. And this was only outside the venue. Clary impatiently stood waiting for Simon to get himself ready, and out of his bright yellow graffiti van. When suddenly a tall, blonde guy, full of tattoos walked straight into her. Clary went to yell at the guy, but that’s when she noticed...the colours. This can’t be possible. How?! Clary’s mind screamed, giving the tattooed man a confused glare. “Excuse me?” She blurted out, the tattooed man was bewildered too. Not only could she see him but he could see colours. For the first time in his life. “I-uh, you can see me?” He asked, trying not to reveal the vast colours that appeared for such a brief moment. “Well, duh,” Clary smirked. Clary’s mind went straight to denial, there was no way that she just saw a flicker of colours. Not when she had Simon. Before Clary realised the blonde man had disappeared off into the club. I have to find him, she thought. I have to know the truth.

Clary, Simon, and Maureen after what felt like hours had finally entered the club. The blonde tattooed guy was still on Clary’s mind. Colours were the least of her worries. What worried her was what could this mean. “Clary, what do you want to drink?” Simon asked, gently touching her elbow to grab her attention. The colours came flooding in. The room was a dark purple, with flashing white lights. “Anything,” she smiled, fakely. She knew Simon could tell her smile was fake. But she didn’t really care about him at this moment. She didn’t care about herself, or the colours she longed for. She cared about why this guy she just met also allowed her to experience colour. If that was what happened. “Okay,” he smiled sadly, “Maureen and I will get the drinks you just wait here,” “See you in a bit,” Maureen smiled. Clary forced herself to smile back, nodding that she would wait for them. But would she?

What was that? Jace thought. Was that really a flash of colour. He tried to shake her off. This girl that not only could see through his glamour but brought colour into his life. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. In both colour and black and white. Orange. That’s what he knew. She was orange, like the sun. Yet her eyes sparkled like the stars. Jace was lost in his thoughts when his best friend and parabatai, Alec Lightwood tapped him. “Jace, we have a job to do,” he shouted, over the echoing music. Jace snapped right back into it. I am a warrior. Keep your head on straight and let’s get to work. The best of his kind, Jace Wayland was knew all throughout the Shadow world. The best of the best. You don’t want to be on the wrong side of Jace Wayland, that’s what everyone thought. Jace, Alec, and along with Alec’s sister, Isabelle charged over to the place that would become a demon’s deathbed.

As Simon and Maureen got their drinks, Simon scanned Pandemonium for Clary. She had gone. Damn, Clary where are you? Simon started to panic, what if something had happened to her? He couldn’t wouldn’t let that happen. Frantically Simon started to search the whole of Pandemonium, pushing his way through the crowd but she was nowhere to be seen. He wanted to scream for her. It was if he was drowning without her. Clary was his world.

Simon wove in and out of hundreds of people, until he found an open space where he could finally breathe. Is this what they mean when they say there’s many more fish in the see, because I don’t like it. As Simon calmed his nerves he felt something hit his shoulder. As he quickly turned around he noticed colour in the people in front of him. Clary, he thought. But she wasn’t there. No one was there.

Jace stopped, this can’t be happening. He turned around frantically and stared at the mundane. The few moments of colour that he saw as he touched him, showed the beauty within this man’s eyes. Jace was flabbergasted. He didn’t know whether to hit this guy or hug him. What does this mean? First the girl he thought was the definition of sunshine, and now a guy who looked like the moon. Beautifully lonely. Just like him. There’s no way that he could have two soulmates. He didn’t deserve them, that’s what Jace had always thought. So he ran. He ran from the sun and then he ran from the moon. A lonely star doesn’t deserve the light of the moon let alone the light of the sun. Let alone them both at once. I deserve to be engulfed by darkness.

Clary searched everywhere, but she couldn’t find him. She thought maybe she should give up. Go and find Simon, why did she want to find this guy so badly? She already had someone, a perfect someone that could give her everything she dreamed of but something inside of her tugged at her telling her to not let this go. That she may need them both. Clary, Simon, and this mystery man. What could go wrong?

She saw him, she saw him standing next to Simon. Out of all the coincidences this one scared her the most. He was staring at Simon, yet Simon was acting as if he wasn’t there. What is going on? She ran, she ran towards them both, reaching to them, not wanting to let them go. But once she got there. The man was gone, and the stars went with him. “Simon, didn’t you see him?” she asked, confused. “See who, Clary? More importantly where did you go? I turned around and you were gone. I couldn’t find you. I was so scared, Clary so scared,” Simon cried, taking her into his arms. Clary couldn’t care for the colours time, and neither could Simon, the both of them where trying to figure out how they could see colour from someone other than each other. “There was a guy, he was right in front of you, Simon. He bumped into you, Simon. How could you not see him?” she explained. He bumped into you, Simon, echoed inside Simon’s mind as he clung to Clary for dear life. “There was no one there, Clary. I swear it,” he answered. Clary decided to not bring it up anymore. It would only hurt him, if she told him that he was her soulmate. A soulmate that she didn’t even know the name of.

A star shines it’s brightest in the darkness. But when a star is surrounding by sunlight and moonlight does it fade? Or does it shine brighter than ever before?

Jace wanted to run to them, he wanted to ask them how on earth this could be happening. He could see them both, from where he was standing. He knew that he shouldn’t be distracted, yet the stood there shining together. The moon and the sun. His moon and sun. They knew each other. Yet they didn’t know him. Maybe that was why he was just a lonely star, craving the light of the sun and the light of the moon. Maybe they were each other’s soulmates, and not his. Maybe a lonely star was supposed to hide in the shadow of the light. “JACE!” Alec bellowed, “Stop getting distracted, what is with you tonight?” “Nothing,” he lied. Jace hit his cheeks, making them a rosy red. The demon entered the room, that was when Jace knew it was time to get to work.

Clary saw him, out the corner of her eye. He was staring at her. No at them. “Simon, quick we need to go,” She shouted. “What about Maureen?” Simon asked, “We’ll be quick, I just, we just. Please,” She begged, as she pulled Simon through the crowd. He nodded following her course of action. Clary couldn’t think about anyone else other than Simon and this mystery man. She couldn’t care about the people she pushed out of the way as she pushed through the crowd like a bulldozer. She just knew they had to get to him.

Finally they reached the room she saw him enter, there was a curtain blocking the entrance, she pushed it open. And strolled in, Simon following in behind her. There was three of them. Two guys and a girl. The other two, were definitely related they looked like each other. But her eyes darted straight towards him. “Clary, why are we in an empty room?” Simon asked. Clary slowly turned towards him. “Simon, it’s not empty. Can’t you see them,” She whispered, “Why can’t you see them,” “The better question is how can a mundane see us?” The other guy said. “A what now?” Clary laughed. Simon was bewildered, he couldn’t understand what was going on. But he knew that there was something that he couldn’t see. And it wasn’t colours this time. “I want to know why I can see you, but my best friend can’t,” Clary demanded, “I’m Clary by the way,” “I’m Alec, that’s my sister Isabelle, and that’s Jace. Wait why am I telling you this?” Alec stated, Jace. She finally knew his name. “Mine’s Clary, and this is Simon,” She smiled. “Hi, people I can’t see,” Simon laughed, with fear and confusion. Clary noticed that Jace was avoiding eye contact with her, as if he wanted her to pretend as if he wasn’t there. But Clary wasn’t going to let that happen. She needed to know.

Once again taking Simon’s hand, she stormed them both over to Jace. Jace who was taken back by the confidence of a woman he just met. Clary was decided if this would be the best time to reveal that she experienced colour when she touched the both of them or not. “I’m Clary,” she breathed, putting out her hand, letting go of Simon’s with the other. She wanted him to shake it, so that she could be 100% sure that she did experience colours when touching him. But he wouldn’t do it. “It’s just a hand,” Slowly but surely he took it. She wasn’t wrong. The colours flooded back in so beautifully. It was different with him. With Simon she had gotten so used to experiencing colours. But with Jace it was if she was experiencing it for the first time again. His eyes were beautiful. One blue, one half blue and half brown. He had a whole universe in his eyes. A whole universe clouded by sadness. “I was right,” Clary breathed. Simon and Jace stared at her. “It’s not just Simon, I can see colours with you too,” she admitted. Both of them stood there in shock. “Clary, what are you saying? Who are you saying it too?” Simon asked. Clary noticed Jace pull something from his pocket and wave it across a tattoo on his left arm. “What in the name of...” Simon shouted, “Where did you come from?” “No time to explain that,” Jace whispered, “It’s the same for me,” “Huh?” Clary and Simon said in unison “When I touch you both, I see colours,” he admitted, a small smile on his face. “Wait, was that you before?” Simon asked, Jace looked at him weirdly. “I felt someone bump into me, and I saw a flash but no one was there.” “Yes it was me.”

Clary, Jace, and Simon stood staring at each other confused, the world around them became quiet, as if it was just the three of them. The sun, the moon, and the stars. Finally back together. Lighting up the darkness.

#clary x jace x simon #climace #shadowhunters fic #fic #sh fic #for emily #remember that gifset with the colours well this is the reason why #climace fic #clary fray #jace herondale #simon lewis #my writing

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