Evie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. She could outwit the paparazzi with ease when they ambushed her about her private life, trying to create a scandal, she could do this little thing for her boyfriend. With a final glance in the mirror, to make sure her ponytail was centred and the ribbon in her hair was straight, she left the bathroom and entered her bedroom.
“Well ain't that a sight.”
Her eyes were drawn to the figure sitting on her love seat. Evie smiled when she caught sight of Jay's leather letterman jacket. The look of want in his eyes made her confidence rise, the princess walked slowly towards her boyfriend. Her hips swaying side to side, causing the splits in her already short skirt to shift and move, showing off the rest of her legs. Jay's breath hitched in his throat, as his eyes focused on the exposed skin.
“You were good today,” Evie whispered, getting into character, as she climbed onto Jay's lap.
“How good?” Jay asked, biting his bottom lip.
Evie's hands began to creep under the thief’s tight shirt.
Leaning down, she whispered hotly into his ear, “Really, really good.” She dragged her nails down his chest and Jay gripped her hips tightly when she caught his nipple, “You got the winning goal, baby.”
Jay groaned, as Evie started to plant kisses along his exposed neck, her teeth nipping between every few kisses. Bucking up, his hands moved to the bottom of her top. Getting the hint, Evie stopped her kisses and allowed the thief to remove her top. Tossing it to the side, his eyes widened at the sight of the blue lacy bra she wore underneath. The colour matching the skirt exactly, Evie did have an eye for detail.
Jay pulled Evie down and kissed her hard. Their lips hardly leaving each other as Evie reached behind herself, to pull the zipper of the skirt down. However, large hand stopped her.
“No,” Jay panted, “No. Leave it on.”
Evie smiled to herself, she was quite proud, she had managed to turn the cunning Jay into a panting mess. Swooping down, she kissed him again. Jay moaned into her mouth and pulled her closer.
“How did . . . you get Audrey . . . to give you . . . her uniform?” Jay asked in between kisses.
“Secret,” Evie smirked as she reached for his belt.
Harry groaned as the morning light shone through the bedroom window. He cursed himself for forgetting to close the curtains the night before, but he had been busy. Trying to cover his face, the pirate found that he couldn't move his arm. There was a light tickling sensation running across his stomach. Glancing down to his right, he smirked at the sight before him.
Pressed up against his naked body was an equally naked Evie, a blue blanket pulled high to cover her body. Her head resting on his chest, as she drew a repeating pattern over his stomach. As if sensing he was awake, Evie lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss to Harry's lips. Harry chased her lips as she pulled away.
“Next time we do this it's my turn to choose,” she stated as she looked over at the other side of the pirate.
Her gaze falling on the sleeping Jay, who was snuggled into the crook of Harry's neck, one leg tangled with Harry's and an arm curled over his chest.
“Sure princess,” Harry smirked, “Whoever you want.”
summary; Evie had won, before Harry knew the game had even started.
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Evie wasn't the most physical of the VKs, ask anyone in Auradon and they'd tell you Evie didn't do sports, running or anything that made her sweat, it was bad for her skin and hair. She had been politely told she needed to participate in the fitness lessons when had first arrived at Auradon, but Evie had smiled sweetly at the coach and told him there was no way in hell she would be doing any of that. Then, with a flip of her blue hair, she sauntered off the field back to her dorm, never to return.
A year later and she still had never been to a fitness lesson, so it was weird to see her walking down the hallways in a workout outfit. She wore her hair pulled high into a ponytail, a simply white shirt with a blue crown in the middle and a pair of blue running shorts. Students did a double take at the blue running shoes she wore, never before had Evie been seen without her sky high heels. Evie just smiled at their questioning looks and made her way to the sports field, she was dressed exactly how she needed to be, especially if she wanted to win at her game.
She spotted her prey with ease, Harry sat alone at a table at the edge of the field. He looked bored and slightly annoyed, Evie had kept him waiting for a good 10 minutes before she decided to go and meet him. Evie made sure to stay out of his eye line, as she made her way towards him. Sneaking up behind him, she swooped down and kissed Harry on the cheek, making him jerk back turn around in surprise.
“You're it,” She teased, then turned and ran into the surrounding woods. Hopefully Harry took the bait and chased after her.
Evie smiled to herself as she heard heavy footsteps behind her, Harry calling out for her to stop running. Picking up speed, she weaved through the trees, making her way to the clearing Mal had mentioned that Ben had taken her to on their first date.
Evie stopped running as soon as she entered the clearing, it wasn't long after before Harry all but pounced on her, pinning her hands to the ground as he straddled her. Evie smiled brightly up at her boyfriend.
“I win,” She cheerfully told him.
“What do you mean?” Harry looked down at her in confusion, “I have you pinned to the ground!”
“Exactly,” Evie freed her hands easily and pulled Harry down for a kiss.
summary; Jay gets hurt and Evie helps take care of him
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“Owww!” Jay moaned, as he tried to pull his hand out of Evie's grip, “That hurts.”
Evie scoffed and rolled her eyes, as she held onto Jay's hand tighter. If it didn't hurt, then it wasn't working.
“The faster I clean this, the faster it will all be over, you big baby. So stop moving.”
Evie dabbed the antiseptic swab over the worst of the Jay's cuts, he winced and moaned again when she got to the larger ones.
“Did you really have to punch Chad?” Evie asked, trying to distract Jay from the pain, “I mean, he says stupid stuff all the time. Why was today so different?”
Jay didn't answer, instead he continued to try and pull his hand out of Evie's.
Evie looked unimpressed, “Hold still, Jay.”
Jay glared and turned away with a huff, finally yanking his hand away. Evie sighed and rolled her eyes.
“These cuts will get infected if you don't let me clean them,” Evie insisted, “Please, Jay, do you really want that to happen?”
Jay shook his and slowly relinquished hand back to Evie. The blue haired princess smiled brightly and continued to dab over the cuts. The two sat to a comfortable silence while Evie worked hard to get all of Jay's injuries.
“He was talking shit about you,” Jay finally admitted, looking down at their joined hands, “Said the only thing you'd be good for was to warm someone's bed. I would have done a whole lot worse to him then a broken nose, if you hadn't stopped me.”
Chad was going to a wonky nose, that was if Fairy Godmother couldn't fix him and considering they didn't use magic to fix injuries, it would be wonky for a long time. The thought alone made Evie smirk. She stopped cleaning Jay's cuts and lifted his chin up, so she could look him in the eyes.
“Next time you want to get revenge on anyone, come to me first. Together we can do so much more damage then a split second punch.” Evie smiled and then pressed her lips to Jay's in a fleeting kiss, “Agree?”
“Totally agree,” Jay replied as he chased Evie's lips for another kiss, “With your brains and my brawns, these kids won't know what hit them.”
a/n: catsolio asked: how about a depressed!Kaworu x Shinji, just a little fanfic maybe? ;v;
sure friend! i hope draft!woru is alright hehe/// i got super excited so i put this on top of my requests sobs i love draftworu and this is my chance to explore him!
title: lavender hydrangea
word count: 982
tw: self harm and abuse
Well you always knew you weren't normal- but it was the day you understood why. You understood why mother kept grabbing you roughly everywhere, painting your arms a sickly combination of yellows and purples with shades of blue to bring out the pain that shone in your eyes and matched your navy blue suit.
You suddenly understand why father would look at you with such disdain after watching other children- grimacing as he questions you in a low harsh tone, "Why can't you be like them?"
"Why were we stuck with such a creature like you?"
"Why can't you be beautiful like them?"
"Why are you so hideous?"
You suddenly finally understand when you turn ten and your parents come home- knocking against the walls and each other, screeching your name and you're scared scared scared and your legs go numb and your eyes dart to the Bible beside your bed and they're coming up--
they come up and they try to touch you, to hurt you and ring you out while off key childhood songs rang out of their throats and you just want it to stop and shield yourself.
Suddenly your vision is of warm colors of orange with flickers of yellow and red all around like a fire.
And you felt sick to your stomach when you finally fucking understand.
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That was a year ago though.
A long year has passed filled with quite words scattered when you try to reach for paper from the highest shelf on your tippie toes- because you don't want to hover and be ugly.
A long aching year of basically living alone because when you stagger to the bathroom when you first wake up- you can hear your parents' room door slam. A long aching year of an empty plate during breakfast and dinner and the only true company to you was your textbooks around you with a pencil tucked behind your ears- because you’re trying to show how pretty your mind is.
A long, aching, and pent up year that's left you so full of stress and anger but most of all you just feel so numb. Your body feels heavy when you wake up and you can't bring yourself to care and it scares you. Even though you're not required to eat, you still used to feel hunger- but not anymore. There have been many restless nights because you're just so heavy and when you manage to sleep you'll wake up with a dull ache.
That all changes when you tried to make something for yourself- a little craft of paper and scissors to calm your boredom for a bit. You go through the paper and suddenly you're bleeding and that's when you feel. All that pent up negativity and nothingness just pours out in a single drop of blood, twisting around your arm and off to the table.
The next one wasn't an accident.
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For the first time when you get out of the shower- with a towel wrapped around your waist and red around your wrists does your mother call you pretty.
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People called you Kaworu of the Seashore and for a good reason. You loved the soft palette of the red sky dying the water and extra bright orange flicker that reminded you of how really feel- how you really are. To swim and float and you just have the urge to be cleansed.
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Shinji is beautiful with his humanity.
He is beautiful with his shy blush that matches how soft your eyes are when you look at him, with his muttered, fumbled words and pretty hands playing with one another and you wonder about music and how he must be a prodigy with the voice of a symphony that will no doubt orchestrate itself in your ears even in your final hour.
That gentle kindness and that understanding look he gives you when he sees your scars makes you want to drown in his words of feelings and hurt later on and breathe your last breath in him.
You think he looks most delicate and just stunning with water.
Golden raindrops that drench his dark hair, bringing out the liquid blue in his eyes.
He is beautiful and for a while you forget your own numbness, your old grey and fire world filled with cooler arrayed rain of colors that of purple sainthood, green joy and blue innocence.
And you feel.
You feel as he clings to you and cries of how he trusted you in the water. You feel anger at his beauty and happy at it at the same time- filled with a mixture of sadness and joy at the hands on your back, making you warm and sigh out at ease.
Although- that dull ache in the back of your head reminds you constantly that despite such beauty- you're hideous. You're hideous and soon Shinji will know that too, and loathe you and mock you with his betrayed tears and the chorus will waver in his voice.
You still feel that happiness as you reject him- a sense of pride and accomplishment filling where regret would be shortly after when he looks at you for only a second.
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If it's by his hand, nothing could bring you greater joy, even death.
You feel something you never thought you would feel- and you can only think of Shinji's face for the reason.
You feel the need to redo.
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(Maybe if there's a next time, you think as you feel a tug at your body, you'd like to see Shinji first at sea... or maybe play him something light and free to match how you feel as he crushes you.)
(You don't know how you'll be able to do just that over... and over... and over again.)
