Jun 15
Here's part two of Angus McBride's "Legendary Beasts" series, which ran in the backs of the weekly magazine Finding Out in 1966. Daisy at Beautiful Books has collected all 36 of them over here.
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Here's part two of Angus McBride's "Legendary Beasts" series, which ran in the backs of the weekly magazine Finding Out in 1966. Daisy at Beautiful Books has collected all 36 of them over here.
a people-finding-out idea i had recently:
Shane is out on IR so he is staying with Ilya in Boston for a few days. During that time, Boston has a game that Shane is planning to watch from Ilya's house.
After the Bears' morning practice, the boys are in the locker room talking about how nice it is to wake up with your girlfriend/wife and Ilya mentioned that he woke up with his girl that morning because she is staying with him for a few days.
No one actually knew Moonwater was dating until one time in the library when Remus called regulus “baby”.
They weren’t even trying to hide it, everyone was just oblivious to them.
In the library.
Remus: “hey baby can u pass me that?”
Regulus: “why do you always make me do everything.” Gives him the thing he was asking for.
Lily: “wait what did you just call him?”
Peter: “I heard that too, is there something going on?😏”
Remus: “did you guys not know?”
Regulus: “we’ve been dating for months now.”
Marlene and james: “WHAT!”
Remus: “I thought we were being obvious?”
James: “APPARENTLY THE FUCK NOT? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?!”
Remus: “I mean we never really hid it.”
Regulus: “you guys are just kinda slow sometimes.”
Peter: “…”
Peter: “so who’s gonna tell Sirius.”
Olives
Spencer Agnew x f! reader, Platonic Arasha Lalani x Reader
TW: Lots of throwing up, pregnancy/marriage talk (in a positive way), reader is very very emotional, tears are shed, weird cravings, innuendos/suggestive flirting, not proofread
You know I just might Let you lock me down tonight One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby You make me wanna make you fall in love Juno - Sabrina Carpenter
It wasn’t hard to tell from the outside that you weren’t feeling great. But on the inside, you had a raging headache, and your stomach was churning restlessly. All you really wanted to do was lay down and die. And that’s what you were so gracefully trying to do at your desk, face down on the cold wood, when your fiance so lovingly came up behind you and leaned his full body weight on your back.
“Agnew, I swear to god, if you don’t fuck off right now, when I feel better I will bury you alive in an undisclosed location.” Okay, so maybe you were a bit of a drama queen, but in your defense, you felt pretty terrible.
“You know in two months that nickname will be irrelevant because you’ll share it too.” You stuck your middle finger in his face, hoping he got the message. He stepped back, but hung around, rubbing your back soothingly. “Seriously though, are you doing okay? I know you mentioned feeling sick in the car this morning, but thinking it was motion sickness. You haven’t eaten lunch yet either.”
You lifted your head, glaring in his general direction. “I feel just peachy Spence.” It would’ve had a lot more bite to it if you hadn’t looked so pathetic. Your head returned to the table with a loud thump, only making your headache worse. Hearing his footsteps travel further from you, you had hoped that he would leave you alone to suffer, but you should’ve known better. His caring nature was one of the things you loved most about him, but you felt like a bear that had been woken up from hibernation. A very nauseous, achy bear. He came back, setting a plate of crackers and a glass of ginger ale next to your head. You murmured your thanks, even though you really didn’t want to talk to anyone. And then it hit you. Tommy and Courtney walked by with freshly brewed coffee. Usually you would love the smell, but this time, bile rose in your throat.
the worst kept secret | part 2
pairing: Allie Hayes x Graham Fem!reader
summary: garrett graham’s younger sister falls for allie hayes, but keeping their secret relationship hidden proves harder than expected.
word count: 5.3k
warnings: men DNI, fluff, light angst, secret relationship, found family, protective brother, wlw, sneaking around.
a/n: here is part 1 if you haven’t read already!
The problem with secrets was that eventually, they stopped feeling like secrets.
They started feeling normal.
And that was dangerous.
Because you and Allie had gotten too comfortable.
You had a routine.
A very stupid routine, considering the entire reason you had one was because you were trying not to get caught.
But still.
You had one.
You knew which hallways were quieter at night.
You knew when Hannah was most likely to be out getting coffee.
You knew exactly how long you could sit outside the dorms before someone from the group would inevitably walk past and ask why you were “just hanging out.”
(Everyone knew nobody in that friend group ever “just hung out.”)
You knew Allie would pretend she didn’t care when you stole her hoodies, even though she secretly loved seeing you wear them.
You knew she would always steal your fries and then look offended when you called her out.
You knew she’d send you a goodnight text even if she’d seen you five minutes earlier.
And you knew that every time she smiled at you, you forgot you were supposed to be hiding.
Which was exactly the problem.
Because you weren’t acting like two people who were hiding.
You were acting like two people who were in love.
And apparently, everyone noticed except Garrett.
Which, honestly, was probably the only reason you’d lasted this long.
⸻
“You’re doing it again.”
You looked up from your phone.
“Doing what?”
Allie smiled from across the room.
“That thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where you pretend you’re not staring at me.”
You immediately looked away.
“I was not staring at you.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You literally stopped reading your book.”
You looked down.
The book was upside down.
You sighed.
“Okay. Maybe I was.”
Allie grinned.
“Cute.”
You rolled your eyes.
“You’re annoying.”
“And yet you’re still here.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Sure.”
You hated how much you loved when she did that.
That little smug smile.
The one that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
The one that made you want to kiss her just to wipe it off her face.
“You’re impossible,” you mumbled.
Allie leaned closer.
“And you like me anyway.”
You looked at her.
And there it was again.
That softness.
That moment where the jokes disappeared.
“Yeah,” you admitted.
Her smile faded into something warmer.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
For a second, neither of you said anything.
You just sat there.
Close.
Comfortable.
Like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Then Allie whispered, “I really wish we didn’t have to hide.”
Your heart sank slightly.
Not because you disagreed.
Because you didn’t.
“I know.”
“I hate that you have to sneak around.”
You looked at her.
“Allie.”
“No, I mean it.”
She reached for your hand.
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re something I have to hide.”
“You’re not.”
“Then why are we hiding?”
You opened your mouth.
Then closed it.
Because the answer was complicated.
Because it wasn’t about her.
It was about Garrett.
“I just don’t want him to think I betrayed him.”
Allie’s expression softened.
“Hey.”
You looked at her.
“You’re not betraying him.”
“I know.”
“No, I mean it.”
She squeezed your hand.
“You’re allowed to have your own life. Your own feelings. Your own relationships.”
You smiled slightly.
“You sound like Hannah.”
Allie laughed.
“Honestly? That’s terrifying.”
“You two are becoming best friends.”
“Don’t tell her that. She’ll never let me live it down.”
You laughed.
And for a moment, the fear disappeared.
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Until the next morning.
The morning everything went wrong.
Or, at least, that was what it felt like.
You’d stayed at Allie and Hannah’s room later than usual.
Which was your first mistake.
Your second mistake was falling asleep.
Your third mistake was forgetting that Hannah was a person who existed.
A person who had eyes.
And a coffee addiction.
You woke up early, mostly because you knew you needed to leave before anyone noticed.
Allie was still half asleep beside you, her hair messy, her face relaxed in a way you rarely got to see.
It made you smile.
“You’re staring again.”
Your eyes widened.
“You’re awake?”
“Unfortunately.”
You laughed quietly.
“You’re annoying.”
“You love me.”
You smiled.
“Maybe.”
Allie opened one eye.
“Maybe?”
“Fine. Yes.”
She smiled.
“Good answer.”
You shook your head.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“You’re dating me. You knew what you were signing up for.”
You laughed softly.
And then she reached out, pulling you back down for another few minutes.
“Stay.”
Your heart squeezed.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because your roommate is going to come back.”
Allie groaned.
“Hannah loves you.”
“I know.”
“She’d probably cover for us.”
“I know.”
“Then stay.”
You smiled.
“You’re very convincing.”
“I know.”
“And very annoying.”
“Also true.”
You kissed her forehead.
“Five more minutes.”
“Deal.”
And that was the moment you should have known you were doomed.
Because five minutes turned into fifteen.
And fifteen turned into twenty.
And suddenly—
The door opened.
“Oh.”
You froze.
Allie froze.
Hannah froze.
The three of you stared at each other.
Hannah stood in the doorway holding two coffees.
One for her.
One probably for Allie.
Her eyes moved from you.
To Allie.
To the fact that you were wearing Allie’s hoodie.
Then back to you.
“Oh.”
You sat up slowly.
“Hi.”
Hannah blinked.
“Hi?”
You nodded.
“Hi.”
There was a pause.
A very long pause.
Then:
“Are you serious?”
You winced.
“Hannah—”
“No, no. I’m just trying to process this.”
Allie sat up.
“Okay, before you freak out—”
“I’m not freaking out.”
“You look like you’re about to.”
“I’m thinking.”
“That’s worse.”
Hannah ignored her.
She looked at you.
“How long?”
You sighed.
“Can we talk about this calmly?”
“No.”
“Hannah.”
“Absolutely not. I need answers.”
Allie looked at you.
“I think we’re in trouble.”
You whispered back.
“I think so too.”
Hannah crossed her arms.
“You two have been sneaking around?”
You looked at Allie.
Then back at Hannah.
“Yes.”
“And nobody told me?”
“We didn’t tell anyone.”
“You didn’t tell me?”
You softened.
“Hannah.”
Her expression changed slightly.
Because underneath the teasing, she looked almost offended.
Not angry.
Just hurt.
“I’m your person too, you know.”
That made your smile fade.
Because she was right.
Hannah wasn’t just Garrett’s girlfriend.
She wasn’t just someone you knew because of him.
She was family.
“I didn’t want you to feel caught in the middle.”
Her expression softened.
“You really thought I’d be mad?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
You looked down.
“I didn’t want Garrett to find out from you.”
Hannah sighed.
Then immediately pulled you into a hug.
You blinked.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“You’re hugging me.”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were mad.”
“I am.”
“Oh.”
“I’m mad because you two are terrible at keeping secrets.”
You laughed.
She pulled away.
“You literally left wearing her hoodie.”
“It’s comfortable.”
“That is not a defence.”
Allie laughed.
And just like that, the tension disappeared.
Because Hannah was Hannah.
She could never stay serious for long.
Hannah picked up her phone.
Your smile disappeared.
“No.”
Hannah smiled sweetly.
“Yes.”
“Hannah.”
“I have to.”
“You absolutely do not.”
“I absolutely do.”
Allie looked between the two of you.
“What’s happening?”
You sighed.
“She’s about to tell everyone.”
Allie winced.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Hannah was already typing.
Your heart sank.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know,” she said proudly.
“I can’t believe this.”
“You’ve been secretly dating my roommate for months and expected me not to tell anyone?”
“We were hoping for at least another day.”
Hannah laughed.
“I’ll give you five minutes.”
“You’re evil.”
“I’ve been dating Garrett long enough. It rubs off.”
Before either of you could stop her, she hit send.
Silence.
For exactly three seconds.
Then her phone started buzzing.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
And again.
She looked down at the screen before laughing.
“Oh, they’re losing it.”
You buried your face in your hands.
“Please tell me Garrett hasn’t seen it yet.”
Hannah looked up with a sympathetic smile.
“He’s definitely seen it.”
“Oh, we’re dead.”
Allie nudged your shoulder.
“I don’t think dead is the right word.”
“No?”
“Maybe… mildly interrogated.”
“I don’t know if that’s better.”
“It isn’t.”
Hannah was still reading through the replies, trying—and failing—not to laugh.
“Logan thinks Garrett’s gone into shock.”
“That sounds about right,” you muttered.
“And Dean apparently wants popcorn.”
“Of course he does.”
“And Garrett…”
She paused.
“Oh no,” you whispered.
Hannah looked at you.
“He’s stopped replying.”
Your stomach dropped.
“That can’t be good.”
“No,” Hannah admitted. “That usually means he’s thinking.”
“That is somehow worse.”
Much worse.
Garrett Graham was loud.
He was expressive.
He complained about everything.
Silence wasn’t Garrett.
Silence meant he was trying to figure something out.
Your phone suddenly vibrated against the bed.
Once.
The screen lit up.
Garrett Calling.
Every muscle in your body went rigid.
“Oh.”
Allie looked down at your phone.
“There it is.”
“I can’t answer.”
“You have to.”
“What if he’s angry?”
“He might be.”
You looked at her.
“That doesn’t help.”
She smiled apologetically.
“Sorry.”
Your thumb hovered over the answer button, but you couldn’t bring yourself to press it.
“What if he thinks I lied to him?”
“You didn’t.”
“What if he thinks I don’t trust him?”
Allie reached over and gently took your phone before placing it back into your hands.
“Look at me.”
You did.
“He loves you.”
You swallowed.
“He’s probably confused.”
“Definitely.”
“He’s probably dramatic.”
“Without question.”
“But he’s still Garrett.”
You let out a shaky laugh.
“That wasn’t very reassuring.”
She laughed too.
“My point is… he’s your brother before he’s anything else.”
You looked down at the phone again.
It was still ringing.
“I hate this.”
“I know.”
“I should’ve just told him.”
“Maybe.”
You frowned.
“You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am.”
She stepped closer until your foreheads almost touched.
“But no matter how this conversation goes, you’re not doing it alone.”
You felt your shoulders relax just enough to breathe again.
She smiled softly.
“You’ve got me.”
Your eyes stung slightly.
“I know.”
She squeezed your hand.
“And when Garrett inevitably overreacts?”
You laughed through your nerves.
“You’ll protect me?”
“I’ll remind him that I’m the one dating his sister.”
“That sounds like a terrible plan.”
“It probably is.”
“Definitely is.”
She grinned.
“Lucky for you, I’m very charming.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet…”
“I love you.”
The words slipped out so naturally that neither of you stopped to think about them.
Allie’s smile softened.
“I love you too.”
Your phone buzzed again.
Garrett was calling back.
You took one slow breath.
Then another.
Finally, with Allie’s hand still wrapped around yours, you answered.
“Hi, Garrett…”
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