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Confusion (Mapi Leon x Reader Part 3)

The long awaited Part 3, thank you all so much for the patience and all your help coming up with ideas.

I may come back to this for a part 4 but I want to take a break and do some requests next.

Suggestions one, two, three and four. Thank you!

Pre-season seemed to fly by and before you knew it the season had begun, Barca as expected starting on a winning streak and you made substitute appearances in both of the matches. You understood at this point that it was a matter of getting your fitness back up to their elite standard and you were now fighting for your position back.

Mapi and Alexia had been amazing though, either one or both of them joined you every weekend when you weren’t playing for a day out. When your first away match happened, Mapi had organised for her parents to look after Bella for the night when your babysitter had to cancel on you.

“You know you don’t have to do this right.” You told Mapi when she told you about her plan. “I’m just going to say I can’t go.”

“Stop being so damn stubborn and just accept the help.”

“You know from the night we met, she doesn’t settle when I’m not around. Maybe it was all just a mistake.”

“Don’t think like that, look we can go round to their place tonight and introduce Bella to them, they love children and honestly she’s going to love them. I can even bring Bagheera round to yours for the night when we’re away and she’ll forget you’ve even gone.” Mapi was firmly one of Bella’s favourite people in the world but if anyone was close to her it was that cat, you’d introduced them a few weeks ago and now every night she had to facetime Mapi and check in on her new feline friend.

“Are you sure they don’t mind?”

“They offered when I told them what was happening, I promise they don’t mind and if anything does happen when we’re away they’ll call straight away.”

“Ok.”

Thankfully the night away went without any trouble, as Mapi has reassured you, Bella was fine with the cat and her parents. The day after you had promised to make up for your time away by taking her to the zoo, which Mapi tagged along for even though you had reassured her several times she didn’t need to. She definitely filled a gap you always knew was there in your lives, even though you’d tried your absolute best to be everything Bella needed you knew she needed someone fun to weigh out the parental figure you had to be.

That was all done over the weekend though and now it was time to get back into training and focus on the important matters of the first Champions League match in a few days time.

You’d been spending extra time on the training field, determined to make sure you wouldn’t be a weak link in the team, even though all the stats in your substitute appearances had proven to the public that you were still the same player as before.

As you were coming out of the shower in the washroom adjoined to the changing room you could hear some of the other girls come in.

“Where’s Y/N?” You heard Jana ask whoever else was in there. “I thought she would be finished by now.”

You could almost picture the smirk on Ingrid’s face as she answered. “Probably wants to stay as long as possible, get out of her responsibilities for a bit longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“All I’m saying is that it must be hard on the little girl having a mum who has to be away for so long and then doesn’t even spend time with her when she’s here.”

You’d grown used to detecting people from their voices and the next to question her was definitely Ana. “What? What are you talking about?”

“I just heard Mapi talking about the babysitter she has along with the nursery she already sends her to. I heard that she went out last night after leaving her with Mapi’s parents the night before.”

“That’s crazy.” And not true.

“I think she maybe even uses the kid to trap Mapi.”

“Trap her?”

“I just think she doesn’t want to let the kid down anymore, she kind of feels like she has to hang around with them.”

“What and you get this impression from Mapi?”

“I’m just saying that she no longer has time to spend with me anymore, like she’s always so apologetic and almost feels sorry for the kid.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore of this, every sentence more felt like another knife in your chest. You knew Ingrid was well liked within the squad, especially because of whatever was going on between her and Mapi, they’d all believe her. It was like you were almost back to square one. But as you quickly got changed and snook out the back door you failed to hear Alexia and Claudia storming in.

“What did you just say about her?” Alexia questioned the Norwegian, who quickly quietened down with the two new arrivals. “No go on because you’ve obviously got a lot to say.”

“Alexia….”

“Where do you actually get off on making this up? Like some of that is laughable.”

“You don’t know it’s not the truth.”

“I know a lot more than you do,” Not wanting to reveal just how much she knew about Mapi spending time with you. “Even if it was true, like why is it any of your business to spread this around, she’s meant to be your teammate.”

“I get bad vibes from her.”

“I really couldn’t care less, just don’t go spreading stuff like this about her, either of them in fact. She’s an amazing mum and if you can’t see that then maybe you’re the issue.”

…..

Alexia could practically feel the steam coming out of her ears as she rung the doorbell to her friend’s flat. She’d messaged you on the way indirectly checking you weren’t here and was glad that you seemed fine, presuming you’d quickly gone home following the training session.

“Your girlfriend is a piece of work.” Mapi had no idea who Alexia was talking about as she barged her way into the kitchen, immediately noticing the scattering of kid’s toys on the floor in the living room, the child’s bottle on the kitchen side. All things that would never have been here less than two months ago.

“Who? What’s going on?”

“I walked into the changing room after training expecting to find Y/N but instead I’m met with Ingrid spouting some shit about how bad of a mum she is and how she’s trapping you in this friendship through Bella because that’s how you’re describing it.”

“Firstly she’s not my girlfriend. Secondly, what?”

“Exactly you and I both know it’s not like that but if I hadn’t have come in at that moment they’d all be believing her.”

“I never said anything like that, well….” A moment of realisation coming as to where Ingrid has taken this from and exaggerated the truth to make this story.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, Ingrid was just bugging me about spending the day with her on Sunday but I wanted to spend it with those two so I just said that I couldn’t let them down and Bella knew I was already coming.”

“So you don’t know where she got the story about Y/N being out on Sunday night when we both know she was feeling guilty about leaving Bella for one night.”

“She hates leaving her at any time, there’s no way she would leave her two nights in a row without needing to.”

“This is all just so fucked up.” Alexia complained silently banging her head against the table. “We both know that Ingrid is only saying this because she’s jealous.”

“Jealous of me spending time with them.”

“Well that and the fact that you’ve always loved Y/N.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mapi’s defences came up, immediately busying herself with tidying the already immaculate surface.

“You keep telling yourself that, all I’m saying is that you two will always have this connection that’s different from everyone else and Ingrid can see that already. I’m just glad she didn’t hear what was said today or that would really knock her confidence but you’ve got to sort this out before it gets even more messy.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m not losing my best friend from all this, either you tell Y/N the truth and confront Ingrid or I will.”

“I promise I’ll try.”

…..

That promise came in the form of distancing herself from you to try and figure out the feelings she had for you. Two weeks passed and there was minimal contact time between the both of you, excuses were made as to why she couldn’t hang around with you at the weekend and you almost never saw her in the changing rooms. Even though you knew she probably had a lot going on right now with the whole Vilde situation it still felt like you were the problem in this.

Maybe Ingrid was right, maybe she did feel trapped and she finally decided she didn’t want to spend any time with you. Maybe she was seeing the other side to this, the side that your parents took. They didn’t believe in you as a mother and neither did she but if that’s how she saw it then maybe everyone else did as well. So you segregated yourself from the group, coming in for the minimum time for training, leaving before anyone could invite you anywhere. When you could see Alexia coming over you would quickly make a break for it because if there’s one thing that would break your heart more than anything else it was realising you’d lost them all over again and you knew that would break Bella’s heart as well.

But your actions confused Mapi herself. Just when she finally got the courage to make a move you seemed to retreat into yourself. Whenever she tried to partner up with you in a match you would immediately grab the closest person. Whenever she tried to speak to you after a match you would immediately head for the changing room. She couldn’t work out what had happened and though her first instinct was to just come over and see what the problem was, she also knew that was your space and you were obviously avoiding her for a reason.

“Mama?” It had been four weeks since the incident and the two of you were spending the Saturday after your match cuddled you’re your bed watching Frozen once again, though you could see her mind was elsewhere.

“Yes Bella.”

“Where’s Mapi? She hasn’t come round in ages.”

“I know, she’s just a bit busy at the moment but she misses you very much.”

“I miss her too.”

“I know you do.”

“And Bagheera.”

“And Bagheera.” You confirmed pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I promise mama will fix it soon but right now it’s just you and me. Like always.”

“Love you mama.”

“I love you too.”

Though you knew this couldn’t last forever anyway, you knew at some point you would have to make the first move for Bella’s sake. She’d got attached to Mapi and you could only hope that she wouldn’t let the girl down.

…..

The start of that week started with an injury, you’d been immediately ruled out of training for the rest of the week to hopefully lessen the strain in your hamstring. If that wasn’t bad enough since giving birth you occasionally had very bad periods and it felt like the world chucking everything at you all at once. On the second day of basically just hobbling round the flat trying to watch over Bella as you couldn’t take her to nursery, it had started. Not only did the cramps follow but the migraines started and all you wanted to do was sleep. Something that couldn’t happen with a two year old.

It had never been this bad before though. Even in the middle of the afternoon you couldn’t keep your eyes open and Bella was concerned when she turned to find you wincing into the pillow.

“Mama? Mama?” You could feel her hands on your sides training to get your attention but the bright lights forced your eyes closed, it almost felt hard to breath as the pain rippled through your head but you didn’t want to scare the child too much. “Mama.”

“Get mama’s phone and call number 1 like I taught you to, can you do that?” You knew at this point there was no way you could look after her in this state.

“Yes mama.”

“Good girl.

Almost in preparation for something like this happening you had taught Bella as soon as she was able to how to ring someone for help. In your state though and with the stress of the past few weeks you’d forgotten that Mapi had forced you to change the speed-dial list so she was the first one it would call.

This also came as a shock to Mapi. She was just making her way out of training when she felt her phone vibrating and looked down to find you name on the screen after almost a month of not speaking to each other. “Hello?”

“Mapi…” If Bella’s voice didn’t panic her enough the scared tone of the little girl’s voice definitely rung alarm bells.

“Hi Bella, what are you doing on mama’s phone?” She tried to keep calm.

“Mama not feeling too well, asleep on the sofa and she won’t open her eyes. Told me to call the number like she showed me to.”

“What a clever girl you are.” Mapi tried not to panic the girl, signalling to Alexia to rush to her car and start driving. “I’m sure mama is just really tired, stay on the phone with me and I’ll be there soon.”

Alexia must have sensed from Mapi’s words that something had happened and broke probably ever speed limit to make her way to your house as quick as possible. Mapi stayed on the phone, trying to use every distraction technique possible to sooth the worried girl but the panic was rising in all three of them.

“Sort this shit out today.” Alexia whispered to Mapi as they pulled up, Mapi coming off the phone after she instructed Bella to open the door. “I’m serious Mapi, we’re not leaving until this is sorted. I’ve let the two of you do whatever this is for the last few weeks but I want my friend back.”

“I promise I’ll sort it.”

The door opened to reveal the little girl, obvious tear marks down her face a good indicator that this serious.

“Hey Bella, why don’t we go and play upstairs and Mapi will sort your mama out. Come on.” Alexia led the little girl upstairs and Mapi headed into the living room, being met with your body on the sofa.

“Y/N. Y/N.” Mapi gently stroked her hand down your cheek, already feeling how hot you were under her touch, thankfully seeing you respond as you winced even as Mapi tried to whisper.

“Bella?”

“She’s with Alexia, she’s fine just worried about her mum. What’s going on?”

“Migraine. Cramps.” You struggled to get out. “Head feels like it’s about to explode.”

“Come on lets get you to bed.” She knew at this point there was nothing she could do to help you other than get you some more pain relief and transfer you into your bed. She gently transferred you into her arms, carefully ascending the stairs and going straight to your room. After placing you under the covers she drew the curtains to block the light out and ran down stairs to get you the medication and a hot water bottle she found under the sink.

“Stay.” You whispered when she came back, the room finally dark enough for you to open your eyes so you could take the tablets and place the bottle on your stomach. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Though you knew there was a conversation to be had you let yourself drift off to sleep, always aware of the hand now holding your own and your new appreciation to the woman beside you.

…..

Though the sleep didn’t fully get rid of the pain it was definitely a lot more manageable when you woke up a few hours later. You immediately noticed the missing person beside, taking your time getting steady and changing into some pyjamas before finding out what was happening in the rest of the house.

You quietly came down the stairs not wanting to reveal your presence and glanced into the living room to find Mapi and Bella covered under a blanket, a few slices of pizza in front of them as they watched Moana.

“I missed you.” You heard Bella say to Mapi, taking a seat on the stairs even though you knew you shouldn’t eavesdrop like this. “Where have you been?”

“I’ve missed you too, a lot’s been happening at the moment but I promise that won’t happen again.”

“Mama’s sad without you around.”

“I’m sad without you two around.”

“What about Bagheera?”

“Bagheera’s sad as well, she wants her best friend back.”

“I missed her too. Can I see her soon?”

“I’m sure your mama and I can organise something.”

You took this moment to announce your presence. “What are you two doing without me hey? Watching my favourite movie.”

“See Bella I told you mama would be fine.” Mapi said lifting the blanket so you could sit on the other side of Bella.

“Mama fine?”

“Mama’s fine, she just had a bit of a headache and with my poorly leg it was a bit hard to move but I’m a lot better now. Have you been looked after by Mapi and Alexia?”

“Alexia left but Mapi and I had pizza and then we watched Frozen and then we watched Moana….”

“But now that you’ve seen her you have to go to bed like we agreed.”

“Ok.” She knew it wasn’t worth the argument and gave you a kiss on the cheek, exchanging an I love you, before the two of them disappeared upstairs. You hadn’t realised how long it had been since you’d eaten so you almost inhaled two slices of pizza before letting them settle as Mapi reappeared.

“Hey, thank you for today.”

“I hope it’s ok that I gave her pizza, she was upset and that seemed like the best tactic to feed her and stop the tears.”

“I must have really scared her.”

“You couldn’t help it either, it was just an accident and she’s fine now. Plus you taught her the skills in that situation, you should be proud of yourselves.”

“That you and thank you for picking up the phone. You don’t know how much it meant to me.”

“I told you when you came back that I would be here for you and Bella, that includes times like this. Don’t ever hesitate to ask for some help, you should have come to me when you even just had the first inkling that you were unwell.”

“I didn’t exactly know if I could call you.” Though the words had a hint of anger in them it was mostly just sadness as to where the two of you were.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You did it first.” You argued back, without even knowing it you both sounded like arguing teenagers glaring at each other before you let the sadness break through. “I thought you didn’t want to be around me anymore after all the rumours.”

“How do you know about the rumours?” Shit.

“I heard them one day, Ingrid telling everyone about what a bad mother I was and how I was trapping you. I just presumed everyone believed her and you wouldn’t want to see me anymore just like everyone else who’s cut me off. So I thought it was just easier to then avoid you as well before you cut me off completely.”

“How much did you hear?”

“I wasn’t about to stay and listen to her talk shit about me all day. I just heard that and left.”

“You know if you’d have stayed probably ten seconds later you would have heard Alexia stop her, telling everyone how that wasn’t true. No-one believes that and I certainly don’t.” She reached over to pull you into her side, her arm over your shoulder as you cuddled into her. “Who cares what she thinks, I’ve seen you with Bella and you’re the best mum she could wish for.”

“Then why did you ignore me? It felt like I was back at square one again with everyone against me, I thought it would be different this time but again it was just radio silence”

“Because this is all just so complicated. I wanted Ingrid to stop talking shit about you but then I also knew I maybe had some feelings to get my head around.”

“What?” You looked up to find nerves etched all over her face.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you all those years ago and that’s why it broke my heart when you moved away because not only was I losing my best friend, but I was also losing the girl I loved.”

“But what about Ana and Ingrid?”

“Firstly I’m not with Ingrid, we hooked up once and there’s been a crossed wire but I’ve made it clear to her now that nothing’s going on and nothing ever will be. But neither of them have come close to you, you always had my heart and then when I met you again all these feelings came back and I had to work out what to do with them.”

“What are you going to do with them?” You whispered back almost scared to break the moment.

“I can’t ignore them any longer, the panic I felt today when I thought there was something wrong with you was on another scale. If you don’t feel the same way then I have to accept that but I can’t lie any longer.”

“Mapi.” You grabbed the girl’s cheeks to make eye contact, the nerves also eminent in her eyes “Kiss me.”

“There’s no going back from this you know.”

“You’re obviously blind as well because I’ve loved you since the moment I met you as well. All those flings were just a distraction to get my head off you even though it never worked.”

That was all the confirmation she needed before she sealed her lips onto yours. The kiss was nothing you’d ever experienced before, like you were pouring all your emotions into this one kiss as you carefully moved to straddle her lap. This was everything you’d ever imagined as you tangled your hands in her hair as her own caressed your hip.

“I love you.” You whispered taking the risk of saying it first. “I know my life is a mess at times and it’s complicated and there’s probably a million more girls out there who would be a million times easier to be with than I am.”

“I love you too. I promise I’ll be there for the two of you now and if I hear anyone make a comment about the two of you then I’ll be the first to defend you. Just know that you’re the best mum and whatever happens I won’t let the two of you down.”

“You’re the best.”

“No you are but serious now, please can we get Bella and Bagheera together again. That cat won’t stop crying and begging me to take her out.”

“You obviously haven’t seen my fridge then, I don’t think you can actually see any of the surface for drawings of that cat.”

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httpsgfg · 4 years ago

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happy 9 months to this bad bitch!!

it's sappy o'clock look away

yeah yeah another one of these

look, i won’t drone on about how shit this year has been we’re all well aware and past that. what i want to focus on is the joy and refuge that i have found here thanks to this album. i don’t think i have ever been this surprised and taken aback by an album before? in the best way possible. i was a casual listener at best, a local if you will. i knew the Hits i just never felt the urge to dive in...but that all changed as soon as i heard red desert. genuine and utter shock? no words to describe it really. i went down the youtube rabbit hole and well i’m a wholeass clown now. i don’t really contribute anything as i can’t edit, i don’t write, i never planned on immersing myself in the fandom per se. i thought i’d just come here to reblog pretty moving pictures and talk to myself in the tags, i had no idea i’d meet such kind and wonderful people and actually make friends? i’ve been in and out of So Many fandoms and never really found that sense of belonging to a community like i have here.

everyone i have come across has been so caring and kind and friendly. i appreciate the effort and love you put into each gifset and edit, every chapter written, memes and all. moreover, i have watched you all support each other through this difficult year and all the shitty hands we’ve been dealt and i couldn’t be more proud of each and every single one of you. simply for being here. know that my inbox is anon friendly and always open. keep on keeping on, i love you!! @karajaynetoday @kindahoping4forever @ashtcnirwin @blackbutterfliescal @cakelftv @mukeaf @mikeycliffords @bandsanitizer @calmfolklore @notinthesameguey @twilightmomentswithyou @ghost-of-you @ashesonthefloor @devilatmydoor @tekweela @ashtonsunshine @afterlows @sexgodashton and a few more words to those of you who made the effort to talk to me bc god forbid i do something first @clumsyclifford bella!! you were the first one to reach out and welcome me here and i will never forget that. thank you for bringing nothing but positive vibes on the dash, and thank you for creating the club and extending me an invitation that i’m still too much of a wuss to accept. discord and group chats can be overwhelming and i’d just end up lurking but i appreciate it sm♥ @rebelwith0utacause ana, my yugosos partner in crime!! where do i even begin? knowing there’s someone else from around here has made me feel right at home; thank you for the laughs, your cool older sis vibes, and everything else in between!! i am proud of you for kicking rona’s ass, working so hard, and being such a good pup mom and carer for mocha ♥живе биле велике порасле, ве сакам♥ @compulsiveidiota gigi my love. thank you. i enjoy our music talks immensely, not to mention yelling at each other during random michael/luke/muke photos spam sessions. please keep them coming. keep on bowling, barking, biting mean people, and being awesome♥

@wheniminouterspace shal. my fav crying-to-mitski pal. i hope you’re catching some zzzs rn and i can’t wait to see you wake up to new luke content!!!!!! also wayf supremacy!! had to put that out there. thank you for our always chaotic chats i enjoy them endlessly. i love youuu♥

@redrattlers em!!! i am still so amazed at how much our music/tv show/movie tastes match i could cry. the shared brain cell is strong in this one. i just know we would be the best of friends if only we knew each other irl too thank you for helping me spread the nbt agenda here. for sharing such good music with me. for listening to my playlists? just for being rad as hell. i love your edits, i love your energy, i love having you as a firend, i love you♥

@lifewasradical amanda!! i am so incredibly proud of you and everything that you have accomplished this year!! congrats once again on getting your masters in the middle of this mess. balancing school and work and just life in general and still finding time to come here and be your lovely self, i appreciate it a lot. all my love to you and endi♥

@himbocalum hi nat!! i remember we started talking thanks to a music ask thingy and me just calling you nat right away as if we’ve known each other forever bc it felt too formal to use your full name shfjlsd. it is always a pleasure to see you on my dash sending plenty of calum content my way. still blows my mind you sat down and listened to a wholeass album bc i wouldn’t stop talking about it. and then checked out the other albums too. and indulged me and let me talk your ear off about them. thank you, i love you and i still chuckle every time i see your url. iconic♥

@kaleidoscopeminds meg. meg meg meg. i remember saying i’d name my firstborn after you/your url and i stand by that. you having a blog with this gorgeous lover of mine line is quite fitting. thank you for the constant supply of quality content be that relatable text posts, stunning gifsets, dead on moodboards.......[i am still not over the one you made for me tyvm] just thank you. for being you. please don’t hog all the talent. i love you♥

@calumsthood san. i am so sorry you had to scroll past all of that^ but i wanted to end this with you. CEO of squish content. i can’t tell you how much i enjoy seeing you lose your marbles over chaotic aussies. even the one i only know about thanks to you. please stop calling your crispee hq gifs/edits garbage. i am no longer asking. thank you for blessing us with on the record footage that you got from music dot apple dot com. for letting me drag you back into nbt. bless you. keep sharing photos of your adorable dog!!!!! i love you that is all♥

#if anyone is in touch with jbhmalum em please send my love!!!!!!#the way this was supposed to go out way earlier but mr hemmings DERAILED me sorry #pretend this was posted on the 27th ok #yes i'm the plague rat who brought the broke!sos thing on here and somehow stuck around #honestly if we have Ever interacted in any way i love you i have so much love for all of you #you made this year so much better and i have rambled on for far too long now bye #x #it's emo hours #this was so hard i suck at expressing my feelings i will just. yell at you in the tags and send you cursed memes #NOT TUMBLR DOT COM CRASHING AS I WAS ABOUT TO POST THIS WHY DO YOU HATE ME #never doing this again bye

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alj4890 · 5 years ago

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Love/Kiss Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) with the prompt of a shy kiss as requested by @krsnlove

(Thomas x Amanda) one shot

A/N In this particular AU the two have known each other for quite some time. I decided to turn the tables from another one shot I had where Amanda bought a date with Thomas.

Opera: The Bartered Bride (English subtitles)

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Goodnight Kiss

Cordonia, seven o'clock at night...

"Are wealthy people that desperate for dates?" Amanda grumbled. "Who thought of this idea?"

"Brooks did." Drake grinned at her surprise. "She thought it would be ironic to have the noble ladies be what was fought over given how Liam was once the prize."

"Oh." She groaned softly. "Still, there has to be better ways to raise funding for the children's hospital."

"Really?" He quirked an eyebrow at her. "When have you ever seen a group of nobles willingly give to this? They want something tangible to show off for their so called philanthropy."

"I don't want to be some trophy for a night." She read over the invitation again. "A date and kiss goodnight." Her nose wrinkled. "What if I'm won by someone I can't stand."

Drake shrugged. "It's one date. You've had your share of bad dates and survived. One night isn't going to kill you."

"We don't know that." She argued in a joking manner. "It might. It would be tragic if I died in the midst of being on the worst date ever. Imagine the epitaph on my tombstone: Here lies Amanda Bridgerton, Duchess of St Orella. Unable to fight against the forces of Fate that forced her to go on a horrific date."

Drake ran his hands over his face. He could only take so much of her overactive imagination. "Have someone as an emergency to bid on you in case someone you hate looks like he is winning."

Hope sparked in her eyes. "Drake, you're brilliant!"

"You know I would help you if i could but..." He trailed off, cheeks flushing, when she grinned.

"I know." She reached over and squeezed his hand. "Besides, I wouldn't want to see what Olivia would do if you bid on anyone but her."

"So who's going to be your safety net?" He asked, changing the subject from his dealings with the Duchess of Lythikos.

Amanda propped her chin on her fist and thought of the men she knew who were both single and had the money to donate. "I need to make a phone call."

She got up from the table and walked further down the lighted patio of the restaurant they were at. Her finger hovered over the contact's number. She hated to ask, but he did say to call him if she ever needed anything.

She took a deep breath and called Thomas.

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California, ten in the morning...

Thomas was finishing his morning laps around the pool when he heard a familiar sound. He recognized the ringtone he had set for Amanda and hurried to answer it.

"Hold on a moment," he set the phone down and quickly dried off. "Sorry about that. How are you?"

"Thomas, I hate to call with the sole purpose being that I need a favor," She sighed, "but I need to ask a rather large one from you."

He sat down in one of the pool chairs. "What is it? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Nothing that dire." An embarassed laugh escaped. "I was wondering if in two weeks you could come for a visit and--" she hated doing this, "buy a date with me."

"Buy a date?" He repeated in surprise. He knew the Cordonian nobles had some unusual courtship ideas, but this...

"It's for charity. Riley and Liam are trying to raise more money for a children's research hospital." She nervously chewed on her bottom lip. "I know this is asking a lot from our friendship, but--"

"I'll do it." He stated, not needing time to think about it. "Send me the date and time for this event and I will clear my schedule."

"You're my hero!" She exclaimed. "Thank you for doing this."

"No need to thank me." He quickly responded as he tried not to think about being her knight in shining armor. "I'll let you know what day to expect me."

"Talk to you soon." She said after thanking him again.

Thomas set his phone down and rubbed his chin in thought about this so called date. He attempted to ignore the few stray thoughts about this possibly opening a new path in their relationship. He reclined back in his chair while contemplating what he might actually want.

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Cordonia...

She ended the call and returned to the table where Drake sat. "Well at least that is taken care of."

"You called Hunt, didn't you?" Drake asked.

"Yes, I did." She narrowed her eyes at his smirk. "What?"

"You tend to call him with every crisis." He observed.

"He's a close friend." Amanda argued. "I value his counsel and there are many times he makes me feel--" she shut her mouth when Drake leaned forward and pretended to be enraptured with what she was saying. "Oh shut up." She threw her straw wrapper at him.

He waved to their waiter. "I think this calls for a drink."

Drake held up his glass after the waiter brought over two tumblers. "To whoever said you can't buy love," his smirk became more pronounced, "never met a Cordonian."

"Wasn't that a Patrick Dempsey movie?" She clinked her glass with his before focusing in on the last of what he said. "Hold on a minute. We both know that this event isn't going to lead to that for anyone. No matter how much money is spent, it won't lead to love."

Drake shrugged. "Whatever you say." He grinned at the uncertainty on her face and sipped his drink.

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Cordonia, Day of the charity event...

"Sold! Lady Penelope has been won by Lord Ezekiel." Riley banged the gavel down. She looked off to the side of the stage at who was next and smiled. "Next up, we have Lady Amanda, Duchess of St Orella." She motioned for her to step out.

"Beginning of my epitaph." Amanda mumbled to herself as she walked out. She clasped her hands in front of her and tried to focus on anything but the large audience of people looking up at her.

Riley smiled as she began the bids. "Two thousand from Sir Carlisle, do I hear three?"

The bid was near ten thousand when Riley started pointing out Amanda's attributes. The duchess was ready to bid a million on herself to end this charade.

"Fifteen." Thomas called out.

"Fifteen to Mr. Hunt." Riley said, impressed with his jumping in. "Do I hear--"

"Sixteen!" Yelled out an elderly noble who had always made Amanda's skin crawl with how he looked at her.

"Seventeen." Thomas countered.

"Twenty!" The old man leered up at her.

Thomas eyed him with a frown. "Forty."

Amanda's eyes flew to his face. She caught his eye and slightly shook her head. It was getting out of hand. She couldn't let him pay that much for her.

The earl glared at Thomas but kept his mouth closed.

Riley breathed a little easier as she rushed through closing the bid. "Sold to Mr. Hunt!"

Thomas walked over and collected Amanda from the stage steps.

"I'll pay you back." She whispered.

"No need." He whispered back. He placed his arm around her and guided her through the crowd. "Is there a planned date or do we go do what we want?"

"It is planned." Amanda explained. "Dinner and an evening at the opera."

"Are we dressing formally?" He asked.

"Semi, I think." She stopped him once they were out of earshot of anyone. "Thomas, I insist on giving you your money back. You already did so much by coming to help me."

"I don't mind giving to charity." He argued. "And I expect we will have a pleasant evening together. There is nothing to make up for."

"There is one other thing." Amanda looked down and began to blush. "The kiss goodnight."

Thomas stilled. "Kiss goodnight?"

"Riley will have Ana De Luca taking photos of each couple sharing a kiss goodnight. The money spent on the magazine they will be published in will go towards the hospital." She made herself look up to see how he was taking this surprising development.

"I believe we can manage that." Thomas realized he was seeing her in a new light. No. That wasn't it, he argued with himself. He was allowing himself to no longer suppress how he had seen her from the beginning.

Tonight's date might reveal more.

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That night...

Amanda walked into the The Four Seasons of Cordonia. Her heels clicked against the polished marble floors as her steps picked up in speed. She nervously smoothed her black dress then brushed the few strands of stray hair that had fallen from her bun.

As she stepped into the hotel's bar, she scanned the room for Thomas. When she didn't see him at any of the tables, her eyes moved along the patrons at the bar.

He was standing there with a drink half way to his lips, staring at her. She softly smiled and lowered her eyes as she walked toward him.

He set his glass down, tossed some money with it, and moved to meet her.

"Good evening." She said, admiring him in his black suit. "Looks like we match tonight."

His lips curved briefly. "You look stunning."

Her teasing smile appeared with a slight blush. "I bet you say that to all the girls you buy."

He chuckled. "Shall we?" Thomas held his arm out to her.

She slipped her hand in the crook of his arm. "Dinner is here at Savršenstvo. I've eaten there a few times." She looked up at him. "It's quite good."

They walked toward the elevators and went to the rooftop restaurant. The royal couple had persuaded the chef and manager to donate the entire place and meals for the couples of the auction. Many of the nobles had already arrived and were either mingling or sitting at one of the tables.

A romantic atmosphere had been set with candlelight at each of the tables. The entire resturant was composed of multiple floor to ceiling windows, offering unparalleled views of Cordonia's capital and the Mediterranean Sea.

"Where would you like to sit?" Thomas asked, placing his arm about her waist.

Amanda nervously nodded toward an empty table set beside a window overlooking the harbor. "That table appears to be unoccupied."

They exchanged pleasantries with some couples as they made their way over.

Thomas held her chair out for her, before sitting down directly across.

A waiter came by and offered them a menu and took their drink order.

Amanda looked out the window as dusk fell. "Thomas, I insist on--"

He knew what she was going to say and decided to change the subject. "What opera are we seeing this evening?"

Amanda's lips twisted in a wry smile. "The Barted Bride. I think Riley has made certain we are all well aware of the theme for tonight's date."

"The only way she could be more obvious was to have held this on Valentine's Day." Thomas remarked drily.

Amanda shuddered. "I suppose that is the silver lining behind the need for more funding. She wasn't allowed to wait on February fourteenth to roll around. I can only imagine what other cheesy bits of forced romance we would have been subjected to."

The two settled into an awkward silence once the first course was placed before them.

Thomas cleared his throat. "This doesn't feel forced." His dark eyes met her hazel. "Not to me."

Amanda's fork clattered on her plate. "What are you saying?"

He reached across the table and took her hand. "I'm saying that we take advantage of the situation and treat it as an actual date." His thumb brushed over her knuckles. "We have known each other for a while now."

She looked down at her hand in his. "Yes, we have."

"If we treat this as such instead of pretending we aren't being thrust into romance, then we can see what happens." He squeezed her hand. "If nothing comes from it then we will have a night we can find some humor in when reminiscing."

Amanda took a deep breath. "So we either become a couple or remain friends?"

He nodded. "Would you like to try?"

Amanda searched his eyes for some hidden meaning. "I think I would."

He released her hand as their waiter returned. Romantic piano music began to play as couples were encouraged to dance. Ana Du Luca was on hand with her photographer, ready to capture all the romance of the night.

Thomas stood up and smiled softly as he asked Amanda to dance. She took his hand and followed him toward the open floor. He set his hand at the small of her back while clasping her right hand. They moved slowly in a box step.

"I still want to repay you." Amanda whispered.

Thomas groaned softly. "I'll make a deal with you so that we will not have to speak of this again tonight. If this evening does not lead to a different relationship between us, then I will allow you to split the donation with me."

Amanda's brow furrowed. "And if it does lead to romance?"

He looked down at her, thinking how lovely she looked tonight. "Then it is my donation."

She sighed in resignation.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I would have insisted on paying for the date anyway."

Amanda laughed softly. "I suppose you're unwilling to negotiate?"

"Your supposition is correct." His lips brushed her ear as he spoke.

She closed her eyes briefly from the flash of longing that came over her from that simple touch. On instinct, she moved closer to him. His arm tightened around her in response, drawing her even closer.

They danced together for another song to simply enjoy being this close to one another.

Thomas noticed their waiter bring their entrees out and reluctantly led Amanda back to their table.

Their easy conversation returned to them. The only noticeable change was the flirting occuring ever so often. Since they now knew the other was on the same page, at least date wise, they could relax somewhat. Both appreciated no mystery or games being played as they slowly explored what could be.

Over dessert, Riley interrupted them.

"I'm here simply as a messenger." She said with a michevious smile. "Since Thomas donated the most, you two will have a private box at tonight's opera." She handed him the tickets and motioned toward their half eaten plates. "Please continue to enjoy yourselves. We will be leaving in half an hour." She paused when turning to leave. "You will also have your own driver for the rest of your date."

Amanda's lips trembled with laughter. "And the other couples?"

Riley let out a giggle. "I think they will all enjoy riding a bus to the opera house and then partaking of the cheap seats."

Amanda shook her head as she watched the queen of her country hurry off to join Liam. "I think I know what will be discussed the most at court for the next few weeks."

"I wonder if any of them has ever been on public transportation." Thomas looked out over the crowd.

"I highly doubt it." She said with a laugh.

His dark eyes met hers. "I'm starting to think I need to express my gratitude to that noble for making me bid the most."

"Oh?" Amanda leaned forward and propped her chin on her hand. "And why is that?"

His lips eased in a smile. "Because I now have you all to myself for the rest of the night."

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The opera...

"Have you seen this before?" Thomas whispered.

"I have." She replied. "It has all the elements you should enjoy: love, comedy, despair, misunderstanding, and hope."

He relaxed in the cushioned chair. His hand rested beside Amanda's on the shared armrest. His fingers grazed hers and he suppressed his smile when she lifted her hand up to trap them.

He leaned his head closer to hers. "What is the storyline?"

Amanda motioned toward the couple on the stage. "Mařenka is in love with the mysterious Jeník. Her parents though are meeting with a marriage broker and have decided to marry her off to the wealthy Tobias Micah's son, Vašek."

"And how does Jeník take the news?" He asked.

"He promises to make all right." Amanda whispered. They became silent for a while until Jeník's plan came to light. "He makes a deal with the marriage broker that he will accept money to leave Mařenka alone as long as the contract states she will only marry the son of Tobias Micah."

Thomas narrowed his eyes for a moment. The man had proffessed his undying love and was now so easily accepting a bribe. "Ah, Jeník is Micah's eldest son everyone keeps talking about that disappeared long ago."

Amanda nodded with a smile. "Now he not only has saved an unsuspecting Mařenka but also has money to take care of her."

Thomas remained close to her as they discussed the misunderstnading and heartache Mařenka has when she discovers Jeník sold her for money.

"I don't think passionate love needs so much turmoil to develop." Amanda quietly observed.

"No?" He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"I think it can develop with no more than knowing someone. Having one disaster after another would, at least in my opinion, start to cause doubt that the love is even worth all the heartache." Amanda motioned toward the box that held Liam and Riley. "I know they say their love grew during all the trials they faced together. I honestly don't know if I could have held true and not given up if I had been in their place." She looked down at her hands. "Perhaps, I'm not made for such passion."

Thomas tipped her chin up. "I personally have trouble being secure in a love that comes about from constant turmoil. Emotions run high during trials and can be often exaggerated. What happens after peace has come? There's no more adrenaline rush adding that edge to passion." His fingers brushed her cheek. "I think one can have true passion without all that unnecessary drama."

Her lips curved. "So by just knowing someone..."

"And with a look." His eyes dropped down to her lips. "A simple touch." He inched closer. "All can lead to passion exploding."

The lights came on causing them to jerk apart as the auidience clapped.

"Now for that picture and then we are set free." Amanda whispered, slipping her hand into his as they walked out of their box.

"This reminds me of a school dance." Thomas muttered as they looked over the balcony at Ana lining the couples up for the goodnight kiss photo.

Amanda softly snorted in her laughter. "Yes, it does." She tugged him on down the stairs.

They were the last couple to line up. Together, they quietly watched some of the different kisses being shared. There were a few that only kissed their dates cheeks. One only kissed the back of his lady's hand. Then there were the ones who had no problem displaying a heated kiss.

"Oh my." Amanda mumbled at the site of Penelope wrapping a leg around Ezeikel during their ravenous kiss.

Thomas frowned somewhat at the display. He could feel his own date tremble with nerves. Having a first kiss for a publicity shoot seemed to take away from the significance of the moment.

Before he could suggest that they kiss the other's cheek, Ana had them stand before the grand staircase.

She smiled at them and snapped a few pictures of them together. "Whenever you're ready."

Thomas turned and took Amanda in his arms. He heard her breath catch as her hands landed on his chest. He lowered his head, intent on whispering his plan for a simple kiss, when her lips suddenly met his.

It was a soft, achingly tender kiss that ended quickly. Amanda's face and neck were practically scarlet with shyness and uncertainty.

"Thank you, your grace." Ana smiled at the two. "And you too, Thomas."

Ana turned her back on them to help her fellow photographer pack up their things. Amanda slipped away from Thomas and stepped outside.

She lifted her face to the cool breeze blowing, hoping it eased her blush.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That kiss. She knew it had been a short, simple one. Yet, the rush of feelings...such passion had nearly consumed her.

She felt hands grip her waist just as firm lips landed on hers, coaxing that passionate response to burst forth. She gripped Thomas's jacket before sliding her fingers into his hair.

His mouth slanted over hers as his tongue slipped between her parted lips. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close in his embrace.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes filled with all the emotions he felt with her. He tried to think of how to express his feelings and finally settled on one he knew she would understand.

"We won't be splitting that donation." He watched as her furrowed brow became smooth in understanding and a smile lighted her face.

She lowered her eyes while her smile grew. "I was thinking the same thing."

#love prompt #kiss prompts #Thomas Hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #rcd thomas hunt #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc

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homenum-revelio-hq · 5 years ago

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Welcome (back) to the Order of the Phoenix, Bella!

You have been accepted for the role of DAISY HOOKUM with the faceclaim change of Ana de Armas! We really enjoyed the discussion of Daisy’s journey into the Muggle world and how that has affected her! We also loved your relationship section and how you connected Daisy to the current characters in play! We are so excited to have you once again as part of this roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Hi y’all, it’s me, Bella. I missed you guys! she/hers/her.

AGE: 23.

TIMEZONE: PST.

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Right now, especially because I’m home all of the time, I have basically all the time in the world to do replies. When quarantine was over,

ANYTHING ELSE: Nothing I can think of! I’m happy to hopefully be back. :)

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Daisy Hookum.

AGE: 24 (April 3, 1958)

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis-female, she/hers/her, & demi-sexual. Of course, Daisy doesn’t really know this fact about herself and it is potentially the only part of herself that she is afraid of talking about. When her Hogwarts classmates would talk about attractiveness, she would put on a tight smile and try not to lose interest. Try to feel as though she understood that fiery feeling in her stomach. She’s only ever felt it once, after falling deeply in like with a muggle while out on her journey. But, to this day, she tries not to associate with people who only want to talk about how hot so and so is on the Quidditch team. It scares her, feeling different. She fights for those who are, and yet she’s scared of being different too.

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood.

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin.

ANY CHANGES: If Ana de Armas would be alright, I’d love to use her for Daisy!

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

+ fearless: A natural born leader, Daisy has never had trouble taking charge and charging into any situation. She knows what is right and always follows that instinct. No one, not even Lord Voldemort himself, could stop her from at least trying to achieve her goals. Some may call her fearlessness careless, but she believes it’s her best quality. To her, if she doesn’t fight for someone, then who will? While it’s a lot to hold on her shoulders, people who are close to Daisy always know that she will stick up for them, no matter what.

+ enthusiastic: Daisy has no problem finding the joy even in the most mundane of times. No matter what the subject, Daisy can find something exciting. While she doesn’t have very many deep friendships, it is the main reason people are so comfortable around her. She loves to make people smile, even if it’s just for a short period of time. And, of course, she is even more deeply enthusiastic about the causes she cares about. Plus, Muggle fantasy books. Blimey, does she love them.

+ generous: Daisy has always found it easy to give instead of take. Her favorite part about holidays was giving gifts; her favorite part of her week during Summertime was working at her father’s restaurant during the hardest of times. She will always lend a helping hand, wherever she can, even if it means sacrificing her own personal happiness.

- aggressive: While Daisy is passionate, sometimes that passion boils into something ugly. Unable to stop herself, she will often find herself asserting her opinions on other people and forcing them into facts. There are many times when this fact has gotten her into trouble, and while she hasn’t found herself in any horrible situations yet, she knows it’s only a matter of time. Especially in the middle of a war.

- stubborn: Daisy does not back down, feet planted firmly into the ground as if she were a one thousand year old tree. If she believes in someone or something, there’s no changing her mind. Similarly, if she dislikes someone or something, you can not make her budge. There’s no grey with Daisy, only rights and wrongs, and you can’t convince her that there might be any other color in between.

- perfectionist: One of Daisy’s biggest problems, one that even aggravates even her, is that she isn’t satisfied unless she’s created something perfect. It’s a habit she wishes she could break, but one that informs almost every decision she makes. She’s relentless in her pursuit of making sure her projects come out perfectly; and if they don’t, well, Daisy doesn’t quite know how to take it.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Daisy has always considered herself one of the luckier ones. She grew up in a household that knew the importance of allowing their daughter her freedom. They never told her that she shouldn’t; they encouraged Daisy to walk outside of their footsteps; they allowed to ask as many questions as her little mouth could possibly get out (and she had a lot of questions). Of course, this behavior only made Daisy want to be like her parents even more. They were a family of believers. A family who knew kindness as if it were their oldest family friend. Daisy watched as her parents, a witch who was part of the Muggle liaison office, and a wizard who owned a Cuban wizarding restaurant during the day, took up the fight. Daisy grew up in a world where a late night meant spending extra time at her father’s restaurant, serving witches and wizards who couldn’t afford a good meal otherwise. She grew up in a world where early mornings meant traveling to Nobby Leach’ rallies with her mother, listening to speeches about the importance of acceptance.

Daisy never once knew what it meant to think of someone as less than. In fact, she grew up in a world where that kind of thinking just didn’t exist. When Hogwarts taught her otherwise, and she saw just what her parents were truly fighting against, the fire in her bones wouldn’t stop her. To this day, her parents are more than proud of her for what she’s done. They helped her with her letters; helped her write speeches that she would give to anyone who would listen in the halls of Hogwarts (sometimes to the disdain of Slughorn himself). They were the ones who helped her find Muggle family members who she could stay with while on her journey to discover what it was like to be a Muggle. While they fought, just like any other family, Daisy would always thank her parents for allowing her the freedom to find, and then be, herself.

OCCUPATION:

If activist could be considered an occupation, then Daisy would be first in line. Of course, at this point, she knows that she can’t just be an activist. The lectures help, as she takes donations, and occasionally she writes anonymous articles for the Dailey Prophet that they actually buy (Daisy tried putting her name on them, and they all were returned with a solid, red no stamp). Luckily, she has enough saved up from her time living with Muggles (due to a lucky circumstance, she became the manager of a big department store in London) to at least remain above water for the time being.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Right now, since Daisy just came back to the Order, she hopes to be apart the Dissendium Task Force. Marlene has worked wonders with the force, spreading hope where the world seemed bleak. Daisy hopes to be apart of Marlene’s world. If they can show people that the Order is doing good work, that surely would change people’s minds wouldn’t it?

And that’s where the other part of her brain fights back. She wants to be apart of the Order, needs to be if not just because her ideas line up with them so similarly. But the fighting terrifies her. Or, maybe it really angers her. While she wants to do whatever it takes to beat the Death Eaters, Daisy also didn’t realize how the need to fight had gone so far. There’s nothing else they can do, and she recognizes that, but at the same time she wishes someone had been there to calm the storm before it had even started.

SURVIVAL:

Afraid of putting her parents in anymore danger then they already put themselves in, Daisy no longer lives at home. She found the smallest flat she possibly could, threw her things inside, and spends most of her time at the McKinnon Farm. She finds herself most helpful there, and believes the most in what Marlene is doing. They’re actually helping people, instead of hurting them, and it most closely resembles her own point of view. While she still is able to fight for people publicly, Daisy doesn’t know how she’ll survive once she can’t. For now, she’s been trying her best to keep her mental health in as best of a place as she can, in case the world as she knows it comes tumbling down.

RELATIONSHIPS:

- amelia bones: Daisy could write a novel about Amelia Bones. She’s her best friend, the one person on the planet who she believes understands her. While they weren’t in as frequent of communication during her journey, Amelia was the one person she still sent owls to about her experiences. There are times where she’s not entirely sure if Amelia knows how much she cares. However, she hopes that their friendship is strong enough for Amelia to see that she thinks of her as family.

- edgar bones: Edgar is the other half to Amelia’s whole, but one that she feels completely guilty about facing. She hasn’t spoken to him since she’s left. For some reason, the letters only came to Amelia, and she told herself it would be easier if only one of them knew where she truly was hiding out. Now, coming back into the Order, she hopes that Edgar doesn’t hate her for ignoring him for months. She hopes that she hasn’t lost anyone she truly cares about in the midst of a war.

- yaxley branwen: God, does she wish she had the power to kick Yaxley out of the Order. To Daisy, adding Yaxley to their ranks is like hiring a Death Eater who swears they’re not one. There’s not much she can do, of course. The Longbottoms and Potter would never listen to her fears. But she doesn’t trust Branwen, not one bit, and thinks her motives for being here are all completely wrong.

- sirius black: Daisy admires Sirius like none other. People overlook his smarts, but she’s always seen them. From the time they were in school, she saw his passion, and saw how he often used it for good. Unlike James, who never truly had to make a choice in the war, who Daisy believed was forced into the situation, Sirius stood up against his whole family. There’s nothing more brave, in her opinion, and Daisy has always held the eldest Black son in high esteem.

- dorcas meadowes: She always has appreciated passion, but Dorcas takes passion too far. The disaster that she and her friends cause scares Daisy and not because it might expose the Order. In fact, she’s not opposed to that idea. What she is afraid of, is the world seeing the Order for what havoc Dorcas causes, rather than what good it does. Daisy doesn’t know how to get through to the younger woman, but she will try, even if Dorcas’ misunderstanding of the situation annoys her to absolutely no end.

- james potter: Daisy doesn’t hate James Potter. No, that’s much too strong of a word for it. But, there’s definitely a bit of animosity bubbling in her veins. She can’t discern exactly why. Maybe it’s because he barely acknowledges his privilege, or can’t seem to recognize that he might not be the right person for a job. She appreciates what he’s doing, but she oftentimes thinks he might give up the role to someone like Lily, who actually understands the gravity of the situation.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

I really don’t have any ships for Daisy at this moment, and I always ship my characters with chemistry. If something were to happen, that would be great, especially because I think it would be something incredibly new for Daisy. She’s never been in a relationship, although she’s had small crushes (and one very large one that happened during her time with her Muggle family). However, I would never force anything and would love to just see how, if she does form a deep emotional connection with someone, a relationship would play out for Daisy while she’s in the middle of a war.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

I touched on this a bit while talking about her sexuality, but I think the biggest privilege Daisy has (one that she sometimes feels ashamed about), is that she has a steady ground. While she is a half-blood, Daisy has been able to live her life in a bubble. She’s been able to speak up against the horrors of the world because no one really thinks twice about a small girl with a loud voice who comes from a good family. She knows that she has privilege here. She knows she has a family who has already been deeply entrenched in politics and she very well knows that her parents aren’t muggleborn (although they do have Muggles in the family). There are times when she forgets this privilege, and goes too far on the behalf of those who maybe don’t want her to step over the line. Of course, she struggles with this privilege every day and hopes that one day she can check it. Until then, she’ll keep fighting. For her, it’s better to remain loud and help even in the slightest of ways than to stay quiet.

Daisy also hates war. She hates it with a burning, loathing passion. She believes that it’s necessary, at this point, but she genuinely will never be able to see why words weren’t enough. Why can’t you change people’s minds by speaking? Why will they only listen through force? These are questions that Daisy has never quite been able to understand. Frankly, she doesn’t know if she ever will completely understand the point of fighting. But, she will fight, even if she doesn’t like it. And this bias will likely lead to her getting angry about the choices her fellow Order members are making.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Well, I loved being here the first time with Lucinda, and coming back I wanted a fresh start. Daisy seemed like a very opposite character and one who I loved from the time y’all dropped the bio. I really think this role-play is not only inclusive, it’s just so incredibly fun. From the writers, to the plot-drops, to all the fun dice rolls, I really, truly miss it. Also, there’s so much freedom to explore your character and work with other players to form relationships. It’s just a great one, truly.

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL):

Maybe I’m evil, but eventually, I’d love to see what would happen if her mother or father were hurt in some kind of battle. We could definitely talk about that more later, but since her mother was on Nobby Leach’s campaign team, she would probably be at any of his rallies! So, if anything happened to him, something might have happened to her as well.

ANYTHING ELSE?: I don’t think so! I can’t wait to hopefully be back in this group with y’all.

#harry potter rp #hp rp #marauders era rp #marauders rp #harry potter rpg #homenumaccepted

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inkabelledesigns · 5 years ago

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So the time has finally come to unveil one of my favorite prompts from Demon-th, Crossover! I hope you enjoy part one of my short fic, Too Many Eyes, now with 20% more cinnamon. Here’s the A03 link, but under the cut, I’ll have the story here for the rest of you to enjoy. (Don’t be fooled on A03 though, it says one chapter, but there’s another coming before the end of the year)

Summary: When one Joey Drew finds another, it can be a joyous occasion, but not every Joey is made of sunshine and rainbows, especially when power is at stake. What will become of a fusion when a dastardly old coot tries to pry at their secrets?

Credits at the beginning because darn it these peeps deserve recognition!

Characters Included:

Briefly Alluded to:

Edward @metallicartist

Magenta (Chestnut) @halfusek

Algernon @wolfheart7snow

Joy @obscurelog

Snowy, Ana, and Joy, (Frosty) @aceofintuition

Gingie and Baby Linda, (Cinnamon and Frosty) @pipesflowforeverandever

Hyde, Mary Jane, and Ivy, (Cinnamon, Chestnut, and Frosty) @startistdoodles

Giuseppe, Bella, Eliza Stein, and Belphene me, @inkabelledesigns

Sammy Lawrence, Henry Stein, Bertrum Piedmont, and Joey Drew all belong to Kindly Beast as part of the Bendy and the Ink Machine property. I do not own these characters, but this fiction does include them and my interpretations of them.

Joey Drew was a name shared by many universes. Some were kind and made honest mistakes, while others had hearts darker than the blackest of ink. But then you had cases that fell between the extremes, painted in shades of gray, and those were the cases that often found each other. For where there is a Joey Drew, there will always be a cat-like curiosity, an interest that often spirals into obsession. Such is the case with our fellow here today.

It started as an innocent slip of the tongue. The demon known as Belphene has been chatting with her contractor, just casual talk after a long business meeting, when she said “I’m grateful that you’re my Joey.” Never once had she considered that he would inquire about the realms beyond his own. He had everything he could ever want in this one, what more could he desire? That was the day Giuseppe Drew learned just what kinds of worlds existed outside of the reality he crafted.

It turned out there was a plethora of worlds to explore, all equipped with a chap that shared his proud name. And stranger still was just how aware they were! Some crossed into each other’s realms all the time, for silly things as well as serious ones. And stranger than that: they were friends. It sounded awfully narcissistic to be friends with yourself, but they were all so different, so colorful and inspired, that maybe it wasn’t so self-involved. Giuseppe had many reasons to fear and admire them. From the raw intensity of Edward’s aura to the soft and gentle joy in Polaris' smile, there was something beautiful in all of them. But one trio caught his attention, one that seemingly feared no consequences when it came to the untapped potential of magic.

Yes, of course it had to start with a spirit as bright as Gingie’s. Giuseppe had always been attracted to bright lights. Like a moth drawn to flames, he set his sights on the elder, curious. Where did his childlike wonder come from, how was it that he was so magical, so mystifying? Many a time, he considered inviting his apprentice to watch with him, sharing such visage with a young mind ought to be good for them. But he had never been good at sharing. Of course, he had a rationale, saying he’d let Bella taste true magic soon enough, once they were out of his hellscape of a studio. But alas, would it ever be true? From his ancient office, he pondered such possibilities, watching lives much happier than his own. He saw so much love and spirit in the pumpkin haired fellow, so much happiness that it threatened to burst right through his heart. If a man like Gingie could be happy, surely so could he. Surely so could his family, couldn’t they?

Giuseppe took great pleasure in watching him, especially when Snowy or Hyde were around. A very strange family they were, but between loving spouses, lovely sons and daughters, and their hearty circle of friends, it was better than anything a television station could hope to air. Through the looking glass on his desk, a stolen monocle from the great Bertrum Piedmont, he spied on everyone’s antics without making so much as a peep, no different than when he watched his prisoners. It was as though he were reading a book by a genius author, he felt a connection, like he was beginning to understand them as people, even though he’d never uttered so much as a word to them. From Magenta’s dark duality to Hyde’s grieving heart over his sick sunshines, from Snowy’s bravery and style to Algernon’s frozen soul, all the way to Joy’s ever-shifting emotions. He saw their tears, their hope, their pain, and yet something was missing. Something intimate he had not earned. For while Giuseppe thought he knew them, he could only see the surface. No different than within his studio, he couldn’t search the depths, he couldn’t see what they did not reveal.

And as to be expected from a man named Joey Drew, the more he saw happiness, the more envious he became, the more he wanted to make it his. He was jealous of just how deep their ties were. Never in his years had he felt such comradery, such a sense of family, not since his childhood days climbing trees with little Henry Stein. Some days he yearned to reveal himself, but how could he? A first impression was difficult to form, how could he make a good one when there was so much resting on his conscience? No, they’d never want him, they couldn’t understand why he’d done what he’d done, and there was no way he could hide it from them. If his own family couldn’t love him, then how could they? He’d tried so desperately to get Eliza and Bella back by his side, away from the monsters he made, but they wouldn’t return, they ran away. They were so dead set on freeing his former staff from the curse he’d placed on them. Foolish children, why wouldn’t they listen? Why didn’t they understand that there were sins for the monsters to atone for?

Then, just like a cartoon’s script, a glimmer of hope was found. It wasn’t until he saw Minty that he knew what must be done. It was him that helped him to theorize how to truly understand another. At first he’d only heard the strange name in passing, spying on the ginger-haired grandfather as he recalled such events in his journal. But eventually, he witnessed fusion for himself. And boy was it a secret to be in on! So many possibilities filled his mind the more he saw, from the bumbling Chestnut to Frosty and his overzealous amount of limbs. But no matter his watching, he couldn’t decipher the spells that merged these men together. Fate seemed to block them from view. Of course he wanted to know how it was done, fusion seemed to be the ultimate partnership. Perhaps it could be the key to getting back his legacy, his progeny. Lawrence and the others caused his daughters’ trust to slip, their view of him to change. He had to stop it before he lost his chance for good, or else he’d never be able to take back what had rightfully been his. So like any good storyteller, he hatched himself a plan, a devious, ethically questionable plan. His watching shifted, as did his empathy, from entertainment to observation. And like any good scientist, he recorded every detail that mattered, until he deduced the best candidate to give him the answers: Cinnamon.

Gingie and Hyde were an unlikely pair. What made them merge together was still unclear, but on the rare occasion they did, it was dreamlike. Gingie had even gone to the trouble of starting a small garden just for them, a quiet place to talk and bond as they tended to the blooms and spices. Sometimes, Giuseppe caught Cinnamon babysitting for Snowy and Ana, always a relaxing experience. Cinnamon brought the best out of both men and put it together like a nicely decorated cake, or maybe snickerdoodles in this case. They had tenderness, a side Hyde wasn’t usually quick to reveal. The fusion was so gentle, acting as if the world was glass, and one misstep would break it. It was like he feared what he was capable of. In some ways, it brought out the heavy heart in both of them, fears of repeating past mistakes. No one would dare call them insecure, but uncomfortable seemed to be accurate. For beneath their frilly bows and ruffles, they danced with demons, demons who knew all too well how to lead a tango. Giuseppe could relate. He didn’t feel remorse often, but when he did, it hit like a brick to the face.

It was this shared vulnerability that made Cinnamon perfect for his needs. Joey kept an eye out, always waiting for a time to get them alone. After all, he wouldn’t dare drag anyone else into this. There was no way he would let Snowy come to their rescue, nor would he let harm come to the children they cared for. As heartless as he may have seemed, even Giuseppe had standards. Though since children were clearly the key to a father’s heart, then perhaps they could help him. After all, the other path to someone’s heart is through their stomach.

It was a peaceful evening in the Drew household. Snowy and Ana had gone out for the night, while Hyde and Gingie had volunteered to babysit. After all, Mary Jane and Ivy would never pass up on a sleepover with Joy. Even baby Linda had fun when they were together. The girls could be trouble though, especially with the mischief Ivy liked to cause. So naturally, it took a super parent to keep things under control, certainly a good reason to join together. Cinnamon was the perfect guest for dress-up and tea parties, and he was equally loved by all the daughters. They had a grand old time playing and baking as he helped them to make a tollhouse pie that night.

But as all good things must come to an end, the girls eventually had to go to bed. After reading stories and singing lullabies, four little heads were tucked in tightly, a tender kiss left upon each brow. Cinnamon made his way back down the stairs, cotton candy swirls of sparkles trailed behind him to keep their dreams sweet. Like a sorcerer, he conducted with his hands and cleaned up the mess from all their fun, sweeping away spilled flour and loose chocolate chips. He crossed over to the kitchen’s kettle and smiled to himself as he brewed his favorite tea. So many lovely thoughts filled his head, his three eyes threatened to burst with joyful tears. How grateful he was, to have so much love in his life. He stood there lost in thought until the whistle of the kettle pulled him back to reality. He poured the hot water into his favorite teacup and proceeded to cut himself another piece of pie. Content, he walked over to the living room and laid back in the cozy recliner, much too small to accommodate his height. He sighed dreamily, content with their evening and ready to enjoy the fruits of their labor. He savored every last bite of that scrumptious pie. The girls had doubled the sugar when he wasn’t looking, which made it terribly grainy, but oh so sweet on the fusion’s tongue.

Though speaking of not looking, there was something amiss that failed to catch his attention. The earlier chaos in the kitchen had too many cooks around, making it difficult to notice the appearance of another. Belphene had invaded undetected to share a little extra in their recipe. It wasn’t a bad ingredient by any means, just a few drops of sleep elixir. Nothing lethal, she wouldn’t dare, just enough to make sure no one woke up before the time was right.

Clearly, the time had come. No sooner had he finished dessert, poor Cinnamon fell into a deep slumber. While visions of sugarplums danced in his head, a dark curtain hung itself over the room. An inky void slowly opened in the corner, letting a smog slip above the carpet. The demoness manifested as quietly as a mouse, mindful not to disturb any of Snowy’s interior decorating. She set her sights on the three-eyed man, her own eyes glowing softly in the darkness. Even in her regret, she was graceful, gliding soundlessly across the floor she picked them up and carried them off like a bride to a happily ever after.

If only that were their destination.

On the other side of the void, an old man tapped his foot to the ticking of the Bendy clock on his wall. His grin shone brightly under the low lights, anticipating his lovely Belphene’s return. Sure enough, she was prompt to arrive, her precious cargo snoozing away as she entered. Belphene wore a smile for Mr. Drew, carrying Cinnamon to the secret room within the office: the prison cell. Usually, it was reserved for the worst outliers in his twisted little world, but he was happy to relocate them in favor of his most treasured guest. Yes, Mr. Cinnamon would get the V.I.P. treatment, Mr. Drew was sure of that.

Once his limbs were secured to the wall, Cinnamon was left to rest for a little while longer. That part of the task was in Joey’s hands now. Belphene scurried off. She had other things to attend to. After all, it would be awfully irresponsible to leave the children without a babysitter.

Cinnamon didn’t know where they were when they awoke. Two minds were groggy and troubled as they gained consciousness in their predicament. But the minute they felt the chains that held them back, the fight for freedom began.

Thank you for reading all the way through! So glad you made it to the end. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please let me know! It always brightens my day to hear your thoughts! Hope you have a wonderful day!

#demonth #the ink demonth #bendy crossover #Joey Drew #joey gingie drew #snowy drew #joey hyde drew #giuseppe drew #cinnamon #fusion #joeyverse #violence #please tell me if there's any warnings I should tag this with #I've never been good at that and could really use your help!

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amphtaminedreams · 6 years ago

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Cannes Film Festival 2019: Best Dressed

Forget the Met Gala everyone, real ones know that the Cannes Film Festival is the fashion event of the year! In part because it lasts for 12 whole days so there’s more content to sit there in my pyjamas analysing but also because it’s way less hyped up and thus less likely to leave you disappointed, a fate I’ve now resigned myself to with the Met. For almost 2 weeks, the richest, most out of touch people in the world spend their days looking pretty on a red carpet and judging films; I should be grossed out, but it’s more a case of just wishing I was there. So I present to you a collection of my favourite looks!

Winnie Harlow (left), in Jean Paul Gaultier here, was one of my stand outs this year. Yes, I remember her from America’s Next Top Model and yes, I’m going to blame the edit, because LOOK AT THAT FUCKING STANCE. I’m in awe. This is my favourite look of hers this year (mostly because of this particular moment) but it’s the first of a few I’m going to bang on about. On the right is Priyanka Chopra in Georges Hobeika, complemented by the walking accessory that is Nick Jonas.

Priyanka and Nick’s daytime looks were beautiful too (left), and if you’re not paying attention to the Cannes daytime looks YOU SHOULD. Stefanie Giesinger (right)’s outfit is sleek and crisp and effortless and everything I want to emulate but also a lot more accessible than the average red carpet look.

Similarly, here we have Izabel Goulart (left), Caroline Daur (both of the middle looks), and Chloe Sevigny (right), out and about in Cannes all looking elegant (I mentally pronounced that RuPaul saying eloquent) as fuck. I imagine a lot of these pieces cost more individually than I will ever have collectively in my bank account at one time, but there you go. I imagine they could be replicated for a lot less.

But, let’s go back to the red carpet so we can talk about Winnie Harlow again, lmao. I desperately want to know who her stylist is because her Richard Quinn dress (far left) complements her skin tone perfectly AND the accessories are PERFECT, which I’m impressed by because I feel celebrity stylists often tend to go over the top in that regard. Winnie’s Ralph and Russo look (far right) also flawed me; @ mystery stylist, I bow down. Elsa Hosk reminded us all that gloves can be subtle and looked as ethereal as ever in a white, puff sleeved Redemption dress (second to right) and the things I would do for Maya Henry’s Ralph and Russo dress (second to left) are unholy.

Of course Georges Hobeika, Zuhair Murad and Gimabattista Valli (invented the phrase Holy Trinity) dresses made an appearance, and I internally weeped as saving photos of them to my phone is the closest I’ll probably ever get to owning one. Left to right here we have Ana Beatriz Barros in Hobeika, Valery Kaufman in Zuhair Murad, Bianca Brandolini d’Adda in Giambattista Valli x H&M (more on that in a minute), and Shanina Shaik in Georges Hobeika too.

See, it was a good day for the Giambattista Valli x H&M collaboration because Kendall Jenner (far left) wore one of the dresses too, and it was probably her most iconic Cannes moment, not counting those photos of her and Bella Hadid laughing in rich on that yacht. Ultimate Victoria’s Secret model (trash company but it has given us some goddesses, let’s be real) Adriana Lima also looked phenomenal in Ester Abner, and Natasha Poly (second to left) and Josephine Skriver (far right) were born to wear Atelier Versace and Alberta Ferretti, clearly. The shade of Josephine’s lipstick is a beautiful touch.

Honestly, these were my initial 3 favourite looks of the whole festival. I’m a simple girl, I’ll pretty much lay down my life for anything blue or tulle, so obviously, Alina Baikova in Zuhair Murad (left) is one of my favourites. For the same reason, minus the blue part, I adore Araya Hargate’s Ralph and Russo dress, and CAN WE TALK ABOUT ELLE FANNING (right)!? The poor girl feinted after one of her red carpets and we could have a whole conversation about how fucked up it is that a sample size was so tight on a very slim woman that it caused her to lose consciousness, but for now, I’m just going to commend her for her services to fashion because it’s almost 1am and I need to get some bloody sleep. Regardless, the finishing touch of the flowers in the hair make this my favourite of Elle’s Cannes looks, and the dress is by Valentino.

More red carpet stand outs were, from left to right, Pixie Lott (yes, I didn’t know she was still doing her thing either but power to her, despite the fact Mama Do plays approximately 73 times a day at my work) in Yanina Couture, Madison Headrick in Ashi Studio Spring 2019 Haute Couture, and Michelle Rodriguez in Rami Kadi.

Farhana Bodi’s (far left) was stunning in a cobalt Atelier Zuhra gown, as were Hina Khan in Ziad Nakad (second to left) and Chris Lee in Gucci (far right). I kind of live for witnessing a lavender pixie cut a la vegan, marxist twitter on a stuffy red carpet, and I will also take a reprieve from this breakneck speed to congratulate DJ Kiddy Smile (second from right) for doing what Harry Styles should’ve at the Met. This is spitting in the face of toxic masculinity, men, not wearing a sheer blouse; your endless supply of pink suits can’t save you from our criticisms forever (I like Harry Styles, this is a joke, please no one hurt me).

Next we have, from left to right, Diana Penty in Nedo by Nedret Taciroglu, Elle Fanning again stepping on all our necks in Dior, and on the far right, Eva Longoria in Alberta Ferretti. Now, 3 things: firstly, I stupidly saved the 3rd photo without including a note of who she is or who her dress is by and so if anybody happens to read this and knows, HELP A GIRL OUT. Secondly, I still stan Eva Longoria for playing Gabby Solis in Desperate Housewives which is the most slept on show amongst millennials and I wanted to use this opportunity to make a passionate PSA and say EVERYONE WATCH IT so references from it (”Rex cries when he ejaculates” anyone?) can become part of our cultural zeitgeist again. Finally, Elle fucking Fanning, can you let us breathe, please? This old Hollywood inspired Dior look is so simple but probably one of my favourite looks from the whole festival because who knew it was possible to simultaneously look so glamorous and yet also so soft? It’s timeless.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Taylor Hill makes the best dressed list twice. Obviously, she could wear a bin bag and look beautiful, but her stylist knows just how to elevate the whole angelic, other worldly being thing she has going on, and she was stunning in Ines Di Santo (left) and Fendi (middle) at the Rocketman premiere. Bella Hadid brought the same divine energy in a white, tulle Dior dress (far right).

Another one of Elle Fanning’s flawless Cannes moments was courtesy of Gucci (far left). On its own, I don’t think this dress would catch my attention as much as it did BUT the cape detailing with the red lipstick and the hair pulled back makes this outfit a stand out for me. To Elle’s right are Natalia Vodianova in Atelier Versace (second from the left), and Lea Seydoux (second from right) and Stacy Martin (far right) both in Louis Vuitton.

I’m gonna take a small break from Elle Fanning to fangirl over Guan Xiao Tong in Atelier Versace (far left). The quality of the photo I saved wouldn’t be out of place on 13 year old me’s HTC phone but I also think nothing captures how beautiful the structure of Guan Xiao’s dress was better than a semi aerial shot, and the same goes for Sririta Jensen in Michael Cinco (far right). Now back to admiring Elle Fanning, in Ryan Lo (second from left) and Vivienne Westwood (second from right).

Her daytime looks are just as good. Elle wears Marc Jacobs on the left, Miu Miu on the far right, and I have no bloody idea on the middle. If you’re reading this and you know, HMU. I promise, it’s not me being lazy; Elle.com doesn’t know either.

To go back to red carpet looks, I loved Izabel Goulart in Valentino Couture (left) looking like she just killed her husband, Dracula, after a domestic that resulted from her draining the blood of his afternoon snacks (I’m coming for your gig, Stephenie Meyer). Coco Rocha looked incredible in Elie Saab (middle); I’m surprised this was the only one of her dresses that stood out to me this year because I really like her designs. God knows I have spent far too long imagining myself in one. Lastly in this photoset, there’s Leomie Anderson in Rami Kadi (right) and, like, WOW.

Now, I’m going to whizz through these last few photosets. First is Sara Sampaio in Armani, then Alina Baikova in Zuhair Murad, Charlotte Gainsbourg in Christian Dior Haute Couture, and finally Sui He on the far right. I’m not sure who she’s wearing and Harper’s Bazaar and reverse image search is giving me dust so as always, if you’re reading and you know, hmu.

From left to right here: Stella Maxwell in Atelier Versace, Martha Hunt in Monique L’Huillier, Gayle Rankin in Delpozo and Dua Lipa in Valentino.

L-R: Madison Beer in Georges Hobeika (STUNNING, and I just read on Twitter that there was a gun pulled out at one of her concerts which is insane, and how has it become so commonplace in the states that something like that doesn’t make headline news?), Chloe Sevigny (again, I stan) in Miu Miu, and Hailey Clauson in Ralph and Russo.

L-R: Elle Fanning in Reem Acra (another fucking beautiful cape!), Elsa Hosk in Alberta Ferretti (Cannes 2019 has been GREAT advertisement for Alberta and power to her, am I right?), Jasmine Tookes in Zuhair Murad (I have LOVED this dress ever since its runway debut and there are few human beings out there who would do it more justice than Jasmine), and finally Araya Hargate again in Atelier Versace.

To finish, Eva Longoria’s sleek all camel day look is more of Alberta Ferretti doing what she does best, high fashion Twitter darling Sasha Luss’s dress is couture Chanel, and so is Margot Robbie’s. It’s the delicate touch of the plaits that I love with Margot’s look and Eva looks radiant, and both are a final reminder NOT TO SLEEP ON CANNES’ DAYTIME FASHION.

All in all, Cannes produced just as many extortionately expensive fairy princess looks as ever and, as always, I lived for it. I love dark, grungy fashion but still, the little girl in me can’t beat feathers, satin and sequins; there’s no event better suited for vicariously living out my French vanilla fantasy.

It also brings together two of my favourite things in life: films and fashion. Call me a basic bitch, but I’m very excited for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (though I am conflicted about whether to see it in cinemas considering I just found out Leonard DiCaprio has known his current girlfriend since SHE WAS 11, like, what the fuck?), Portrait of a Lady on Fire sounds incredible, and I plan on seeing Rocketman this week.

If you read all this post all the way to the end, I hope you enjoyed it!

Lauren x

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b-bail · 5 years ago

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Hunting The Shield Part 1//First Day Jitters

Dean Ambrose×OC

The Undertakers daughter joins the main roster of Monday Night Raw. Does she get in way over her head when she gets involved with the shield? Let's find out!!

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Ana-Lucia Calaway, born October 31st 1990 started training at the young age of 13. 5 years later she was in NXT fighting alongside some of the best new talent the industry has. Having gotten training from Jeff Hardy she was known for a high flying risk taking style which separated her from the rest of the women. She didn't have many friends in NXT mainly for the fact that a lot of them seemed fake and she hated drama.

Ana stood at 5 foot with light skin, long black hair and pale green eyes. She is the true definition of an underdog. The constant judgement of in ring ability based on her height only caused her to fight harder and train longer. One of her more popular moves which people don't see often is the bait and switch. All it is, is when she is knocked onto the mat or fakes taking a long time to get up and the opponent puts space between them to taunt or set up another move she quickly gets up catching them with a super kick.

Only certain situations she can pull it off making it a rare move but when she does pull it off she does it quickly. Her other finisher is a moonsault off the top turnbuckle. One thing her father and Jeff had taught her was to constantly alter your moveset. Learn new things to catch your opponent off guard but never forget your origins. Ana’s ring name is Ana Hunt and the catchphrase the fans gave her is ‘When the Hunter Becomes the Hunted.’ And ‘Don't Hunt What You Can’t Kill.’

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Ana had just finished a match against Baylee who in her mind is one of her more tougher opponents. Drenched in sweat and a few bruises here and there she made her way to the Gm’s office having gotten word that they needed to speak with her. Honestly it worried her because she was never called into the office so she hoped she wasn't getting in trouble.

Once she reached the office she knocked hearing a ‘come in’ she quietly opened the door freezing when she saw who was present. “Uncle Hunter? What are you doing here?”

There stood Triple H and Stephanie McMahon. They were rarely seen down in NXT unless they were scouting during practices. Pulling her into a hug he chuckled. “What? I can't visit my favorite niece?”

Hugging back she laughed. “You only visit when you need something.” Scoffing at her answer he playfully shoved her away.

“Fine I’ll just take my offer and leave.” That confused her. What offer did he have and how did it concern her?

Curiosity was getting the best of her. “What's the offer?”

Stephanie stepped forward with some papers in her hand. “This is a contract for you. We would like you to join Monday night raw.”

There was no way they were serious? They wanted Ana to join the main roster? She knew her uncle there was a catch involved.

“What's the catch?” They explained to her that she would be in a storyline maybe a rivalry that will make the fans go insane. Most of it would be improvised and to make things more realistic the other person will start it. Agreeing with the terms Ana eagerly signed the contract. She had some packing and arranging to do then she would head to New York for Raw.

—-skip to Monday night raw—-

Walking into the arena with her duffel bag over her shoulder Ana looked around happily considering she’s here as a wrestler and not a guest of her fathers. Sadly all the years away made her forget where everything is. Not really paying attention to where she was walking she accidentally bumped into someone.

Ana recognized the women as Eve Torres. “I'm sorry. I should have been paying attention.”

Scoffing she rolled her eyes. “Yeah you should have been. Wannabes should know their place.”

Who was she calling a wannabe? Ana never really bragged about it but she is a 2nd generation wrestler. A little respect would be nice. Or at least common decency to not be a bitch. Not wanting to deal with her attitude Ana walked away in hopes to find catering because she was starving.

Walking into catering Ana smiled seeing some familiar faces. She was pulled out of her trance by John Cena yelling her name.

“Is that little miss Calaway i see?” Smiling he brought her into a hug.

“John I love you but your muscles are suffocating me.” He chuckled then let go. He was a little confused as to why she was here but happy nonetheless that she was.

“What are you doing here kiddo?” She glared at him for calling her kiddo. Knowing he says it cause of how short she is.

“Well i debut tonight.” This surprised John. Very very few people knew she was debuting. Wrapping an arm around her John led her to catering to introduce her to some new faces and surprise older ones.

She met tons of new faces and from what she could tell they liked her. John’s little tour was brought to an end when Ana was pulled away by the Bellas.

“Oh my god Ana we’ve missed you so much!” They squealed as they hugged her tight. At this rate she wasn't gonna make it to the end of the show because she was gonna suffocate. But she didn't have the heart to tell them to let go. They watched out for her back in the day and were practically her sisters.

“I've missed you girls too!” She said hugging them back before John pulled them away.

They all grabbed some food before sitting down to catch up. They had some time to kill since the show didn’t start for another hour.

“Can i get your advice on something?” Ana asked out of the blue. To be honest she was a little nervous with this storyline. Not knowing who it was with gave her anxiety. At first she thought it was a rivalry storyline with Eve but she just hates everyone from what she heard.

“I'm in this storyline possible rivalry but i don't know who its with and i won't know until they start it. And its all improv.”

The trio could tell why this worried the girl. Getting called up is an exciting and emotional moment. Add an improv storyline into that and that can cause emotional overload. Plus if its improv they could build up an alliance just to make it a betrayal.

“Well kiddo the best thing you can do is take a deep breath. Relax. And take it day by day. Stressing won't help you. This is your first day here. Take some time to get familiar with the arena, the superstars, and the crowd.”

The advice made her feel a little better. Nikki perked up like she always does when she has an idea.

“John you have an improv promo tonight at the start of the show. Why not take Ana out with you? Get the good vibes from the crowd. It might help with the nerves.”

Ana actually quiet liked that idea. It would help get her mind off of everything and she would get used to how many fans are here.

“Sounds good. Why don't you girls show her the locker room and help her get used to backstage?”

Agreeing with the plan the girls took Ana away from catering. First they stopped at the locker room so she could get ready and drop her stuff off, then they showed her were hair and makeup was, gorilla, trainers office, boss mans office, and knowing Ana, a nice quiet hallway to get away and prep for matches.

By the end of the tour it was almost time for the show to start so the girls handed her off to John before walking away to get ready themselves.

“You ready to do this kiddo?” He looked down at the nervous girl.

She had no idea if she was. Honestly she was freaking out. But she smiled and nodded anyway because she was excited as well. Listening to Raws theme and the fireworks they waited patiently for Johns music. He instructed her to wait until he called her out. There was a brief pause between Raws them and Johns so the commentators could recap important events to hype tonight.

Johns music was met with a mixture of boos and cheers just how he liked it. The crowd got more vocal as he ran out on stage. Ana watched on the tv next to the curtain with a smile on her face. Once he entered the ring John requested a microphone. He waited for the crowd to die down before talking.

“St. Louis is a lively town tonight I tell ya!” He paused letting them cheer.

“Now i know you all are expecting me to sit out here for the first half hour of the show making jokes about people backstage or somehow manage to get myself in trouble or address the attack from the shield. I was but things change. Tonight has been flipped upside down because of one person.” The crowd replied with ‘what?’

“They are surprised me enough i had to come out here and address it. This person has had a very special place in my heart for a long time. They are constantly breaking boundaries you wouldn’t believe they could without seeing it in person. So please let me introduce to you. The Hunter. Ana Hunt!”

‘I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers)

Oh yeah

The crown

So close I can taste it!’

Ana’s theme blasted throughout the arena causing the crowd to go crazy. Which was a normal reaction for an NXT call up. But when Ana left NXT she was fave so it looks like that was carrying over to Raw. Ana walked out on stage doing her normal gimmick. (Her entrance is like paige's) waving at fans as she walked down the ramp, John held the ropes open for her causing her go roll her eyes. Walking to the corner she grabbed a mic, waving at Jerry in the process.

“Hey St. Louis!” The crowd cheered causing her to smile. Once the crowd calmed down John went to speak but was interrupted by music.

‘I hear voices in my head

They council me

They understand

They talk to me.’

The pair looked to the stage. Ana was slightly worried that Randy was the one she was doing a storyline with. Walking at a slightly faster pace than normal the crowd watched in anticipation as Randy got into the ring and in a blink of an eye engulfed Ana in a hug. This caused the crowd to go wild because its slightly out of character for Randy.

“I've missed you so much bug.” He whispered in her ear. And it was true he missed her more than anything.

“I missed you too Randall.” That caused Randy to groan he hated when she called him that. Letting go of each other. John stepped forward with a serious look on his face.

“I'm only gonna say this once so everyone in the back listen close. This girl right here is like our sister. She is family. You come after her you have me to deal with.”

That was the same little speech he gave everyone down in NXT which he found ridiculous. She can handle herself but she knew he was worried because WWE has been more like the attitude era these days which the company has slowly been trying to lean towards lately.

Once again music blasted through the arena but this time boos mixed with it causing Ana’s blood to run cold.

‘Sierra

Hotel

India

Echo

Lima

Delta

Shield

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Requests *Series only*

I will add all requested series to this post from now on.

Jensen x Reader

Kinky is the new vanilla (part 3/? posted) ON HIATUS

Can you do one where Jensen has always been very vanilla in sex but the reader feels lik his holding back, and one day she talks about exploring kinks and they find out he's actually very kinky. Maybe turn it in to a series if you want, they could try a different link in every chapter. Last one could be breeding kink, where they get the happy ending. Just an idea you don't have to made a series out of it if you don't want to.

Can you write mouth fucking with Jensen, where the reader is laying down with her head out of the bed so he can go deep? Thank you!

She’s my future Part 3/5 published

can you write something like stepdaughter but reader being Jensen new wife,much younger than him, Jensen being her first guy and danneel try to being a bitch with her,tell Jensen she cheat on him,supportive Jared and Genevieve and when the reader is pregnant she always stressed and crying for how danneel treat her and jensen loose it because she can lost the baby for the stress (part1) (Part2)-> jj and the twins love her and she treat the child like his own, Genevieve is always with here when the boys films and when danneel treat her bad, but at the end Danneel accept her because she see how jens love her more than anything and ask forgiveness to reader and becomes friends, I want so much angry Jensen to tell her that he’s the reader first and supportive Jensen with reader when she vomit and heartbroken. Fluff,smutty,angst,drama,baby arrivals(She’s an actress on spn)A SERIES

Having my baby

I really love your writing. I was wondering if you could write a series about ( Jensen x Daughter ) age 17 she is in high school and attends a party with her friends and hooks up with someone at the party and gets pregnant. She doesn’t know how to tell Danneel or Jensen. When she does they are a little mad but except her. She keeps the baby, and we see her journey with being pregnant and having the child ( girl - Camila ) and we see y/n grow up and finds someone and falls in love.

Fighting for my love

Summary: Jensen and Y/N met when she started working on Supernatural as a new regular star. As time goes by, they fall in love and start a relationship. The only problem? Jensen is married. No one knows Jensen's marriage is fake, he and his wife are only still together for appearances and for the kid's sake. Jensen's marriage crumbled down when Danneel had an affair with one of Jensen's good friends. Keeping a friendship between them has been hard. Jensen is hurt, not because his ''former'' wife has someone else but because she cheated on him and on top of that Danneel still maintains a relationship with his friend, but they try to be civil for the kids' sake. Even though they are no longer together, and she cheated on him, Jensen told his wife about his relationship with Y/N. Jensen and Y/N have been together for a year now. It's been a long time since Jensen as felt this happy and then his live crumbles down all over again. Danneel is jealous of Y/N, the fact she has a boyfriend doesn't matter all that matters is that Y/N is a treat to Danneel, with Y/N in the way she will never be able to get all Jensen's money so she hires a P.I. to take photos of Jensen 'cheating' on her with Y/N. Danneel blackmails Jensen into breaking up with Y/N saying she will destroy his career if he keeps a relationship with the girl. And just like that Jensen’s life become miserable again.

Dean x Reader

The Italian touch (Series) Part 9/12 published

Request: Could you write a dean x reader virgin series? She’s not so skinny, have curves and take place in leviathan period? She’s in her twenties and bobby kinda adopted her she’s not American but italian and alone in the world? Please

My little Ninja-girl Part 4/? published

If possible can I request a dean series fic were the reader is a bamf hunter tht specializes in knifes but mainly with her 2 katanas & is expert in hand2hand but theres a twist shes got a secret that she keeps hidden from everyone shes a little & has never had a daddy & 1 night her secret comes out Idk how u can do watever u want wth it I just want dean as protective daddy & tells everyone off when they say smethng or watever & as much smut u r willin 2 give us ☺☺ if u don't want 2 I understand

Innoncent Life SERIES

can you do a series of deanxreader (she’s virgin,25 years) like Bella pregnancy on Breaking dawn and the daughter like reenesme? It’s a idea 💕 maybe in moc dean conceived with dean when he had the mark and he thinks the baby is bad but the baby is pure like Reader even if she’s in a bad shape during pregnancy(like Bella) and every time dean help her shower he suffer for her? Angst smutt fluff happy ending (bad guy that want the baby, badass reader) with Sammy,Charlie,cas,Rowena and Crowley🔥❤️

A brand-new life Part 2/? published ON HIATUS

Dean and reader where best friends and in love with each other,she’s younger than him and Sam and still virgin because she for only one guy thighs.When dean go to purgatory her and Sam try to start a new life in charming and tell everyone that are brother and sister(she use the Winchester name)Sam find work in teller officine and her in the bar of the sons and Jax start a crush for her and Gemma likes her so much but,she’s so reserved and every night cry for dean with Sammy hugs ... But one day Jax asks her out and Sammy tell her to give a try that he likes Jax and sometimes he remembers him Dean,so they start dating but nothing more like kiss or make out session because she still heartbroken for D,she have a necklace with D ring. But what happened when Dean come back at their door one night? (The clubs knows who dean is)Angst,Crying,Smut,Fluff,Humor(She will always choose Dean over everyone and lost virginity with him after all)Happy Ending, maybe a wedding?Chubbygirl

Broken WORKING TITLE open for suggestions (Miniseries) COMING SOON

I really love your work . I have a pretty long request to write a series . Reader meets dean when she is travelling with her sister or mom who is a witch, it’s up to you to make the reader a witch or a human . So dean is also hunting a witch but that isn’t the reader’s sister . Maybe add a first kiss stuff here . In the end dean hunts the witch who was actually killing and lets reader and her sister or mom go . Now many years later reader calls dean and tells that their sister/mom is missing. Part (2) actually the readers sister / mom was taken by lucifer to renew his vessel and that was the reason the reader contacts dean . Now they all help find the reader’s sister/ mom and if you want add some smut between the reader and dean as they both have feelings for each other . At the end reader sacrifices herself to save dean and others . But then she isn’t then . Lucifer makes her his sex slave thingy and rapes her ( if you don’t wanna write this thing it’s alright ) Part (3) then the reader escapes but turns out she is pregnant with jack . Now she comes meet dean. And starts living at the bunker . Now this part would be really angsty and sad , as the reader is dying and dean loves her but reader wants to keep her baby . And the final part takes place in season 12 finale as the reader gives birth and dies and you know they confess their love . It was just a story I thought in the shower and well I thought you might wanna write it .

Let’s explore love SERIES

Can you do kinky is the new vanilla series with dean to but she’s virgin,insecure of herself for her not perfect breast and stretch marks and because she’s not skinny like other girls but have curves? But dean he’s so in love with her, she’s his best friend and they talk of everything and dean trust her so much and her and Sammy are like siblings 💕 thank u with a wedding and pregnancy/baby end?

Fifty shades of Dean Winchester

can you write a deanxreader like fifty shades series,but they are hunters she’s younger,curvy,virgin and Bobby adopted her? (She’s like Ana only daughter and with no parents) when her and dean are close but she’s the one who like Ana with Christian make him love? A series pls thank u About the fifty shades request angst too because at the the broke up just like Ana and Christian story but with them hunters thank u

Unrequited Part 18/20 published

Can I request a series about arranged marriage with dean? John and reader’s father had an agreement their oldest children had to get married? It’s an unrequited love because dean was in love with Lisa, the reader knew about the arrangement but Dean didn’t. The reader sort of grew up with the boys, she solo hunts after her father died and soon she joined them, so she keep quite because she loves him so much and wants him to be happy even Sam doesn’t know the arrangement until Angst+drama happens. (Yes he’s with Lisa, About the ending is all up to you it could be Happy ending or Happy ending-ish , Yessss you can add smut!!!!!!! Oh also I kinda feel like the reader is badass hunter but not like “Dean” badass it’s more like she’s badass but delicate, sweet and innocent at the same time... does that make sense?)

Witchcraft

Hey!! Can I request a series if it's not too much trouble, I hope you like the idea and also it’s kind of long so I’ll be sending several asks with the plot hehe. It’s with Dean x Reader, they've known each other since high school but lost touch for a few years and were reunited during a hunt (she's a hunter too). /1/ And after some time they start dating and she moves into the bunker but she never told him that she's a witch and has been since high school (she uses her powers to help people and do good) because she knows how Dean feels about witches and thought that he would get angry and leave her (basically be all Dean about it), Sam doesn’t know either. Then during a hunt it almost goes sideways but didn’t because she uses her powers to save the Winchesters and kills the monster. /2/ Dean and Sam can’t believe it and Dean feels so betrayed he doesn’t talk to the reader on the way back to the bunker. When they get home Dean and the reader have a fight and he asks her if she ever used magic on him to make him fall in love with her, of course she never did but he doesn’t believe her and they break up and she moves out. Months go by, Sam keeps in touch with the reader but Dean doesn’t even want to talk about her (even though he misses her like crazy). /3/ Sorry if the end is rushed and not as detailed as the first part but I didn’t have an idea of how to end it, so feel free to write any ending you think fits better. That’s it! I really hope you like it :) /5/

Crowley’s daughter

1). I wanna request something new! How about reader is Crowley's adopted human daughter (since she was very young) & as the years goes, she grown into a beautiful, curvy, innocent, intelligent, smart & stubborn women. She can fight (for self-defense) but is not in that business. Reader & Winchesters haven't met yet because Crowley don't want to. But due to Winchesters being famous & all one-day Reader finally meets them (how & why it's up to you) 2). She & Dean clicked. Fall in love. Fluffy & happy ending please. Reader is a normal human. Crowley don't like it one bit, but he is quite for his daughter. Threatens Dean to not use her. Maybe married & a kid after some years!? Please?

The replacement

Sorry I’m requesting again. A fic set during the time when Dean goes to hell or Dean goes to Purgatory. The reader and Dean were always in love with each other and everyone knew but they never really got together. When Dean ‘dies’ the reader confides in Sam and they practically get together. But when Dean comes back things get complicated. In the end she ends up with Dean. Very angsty with a plus size/curvy reader please!!!

Dean x Reader x Sam

Our Girl Part 8/? published

I feel bad for making a request. But can I ask for a mafia type fic, where Sam and Dean run ‘the family business’. Maybe involve Cas or John or some other beloved characters in the mafia too. And the reader is this plus size/curvy girl that finds herself thrown into their world. All the smutttttttt!!!

Love finds it way COMING end of August

(1) Dean × Reader × Sam. childhood friendship or After 2/3 years of friendship. When reader gets kidnapped & torture. Winchester brothers are going mad without her in worry & they realize their love for her. After savings her & bringing her back to healthy (takes 2-3weeks) they confess their feelings that they love her. Reader also loves them too. & They promise to make everything workout. Some lovely fluff & sweet & protective Sam & overprotective Dean. They are best team ever together. (2) Get back to their normal new life with some soft, lingering touches, kisses, winks & teasing here & there. They are super happy. When John & Marry come back from dead. You all are very happy. But as they (john & marry) realize the relationship between brothers are reader. The insult reader Pretty badly when the boys are not around, as to make her leave the bunker. So lately readers avoid brothers & becomes more & more silent. (3) She doesn't want to be a reason for the fight between brothers and parents. But one day boys caught John calling reader a slut & mary glaring & throwing other insults to her. & Reader silently listening and not saying anything as to respect her. Boys defend her. Tell them they love her & make them happy. Pretty big argument & fight. As they fight reader runs to her room & shuts the door & cry for a whole day, thinking that she feared this would happen one day or the other. (4) Sam & Dean convince their parents to give this relationship a chance. Smoothing reader by boys. On coming time their parents notice how reader even take care of small things, need & behavior changes in Sam & Dean & try to make them happy. Reader can understand the mood & needs of boys before they can even say, as she knows them too well. John & marry once listened as she blamed herself for fight between parents and brothers. So they feel guilty & apologies. (5) They slowly warm up to reader & came to accept & love her. Some years later married with brothers, reader announcing she is pregnant with twins. Girl from Dean & Boy from Sam. Please involve the different phases of pregnancy & morning sickness, weird craving, baby kicks, etc. Child birth. Happiness in family. Taking kids home. Dipper duty for Sam & Dean & reader is too tired & all. Lots of Fluff. Breakfast in bed. (6) Some years later, twins being 5-6 years old. Full family, kids, daddies & grandparents give reader a surprise birthday party & pamper her full day. Full family dinner & movie night. Putting kids to bed & reader & Sam & Dean sharing a bed after having sex. & They remind her that she is an amazing mother & wife & that they said they would make is work out while cuddling. Happy ending & lots of fluff

Jared x Reader

Watching for Comets COMING SOON - WIP

Request: I was wondering if you could write a Jared x reader series. They used to be a couple, but their careers took them on different paths. Eventually they end up meeting again on SPN. I got inspired to come up with this idea from a lyrics from Skillet's Watching For Comets. "You were a comet and I lost it Watching for comets, will I see you again? Everybody needs someone but they can't feel like this How can I breathe with this burning s burning in my chest? You were gone so fast" They haven't seen each other in years and now they forced to play love interest that could be the angst part. Smut, fluff, happyend, some drama

Jensen/Dean

Mixed up worlds

Hi dear! Can I request a series where due to some witch Dean & Jensen are exchanged in their world taking each other's place. Total confusion. Then accept. Realise their importance & how lovely they & their family. Working with their alternate family. Tips for their reader to confess their feelings. Back to their universe/dimensions. Happy endings. Dean×Y/N (not confess because they are they). Happy fluffy endings. Smutty & confession for Dean!

Complicated

Can you do a three parts or series when reader is adopted by the boys in levy period she’s younger than both, one day her and the boys got zap in the spn tv universe on jensen door, hosts them in his home calling Jared trying to find a way to send them home, the reader is not part of the series so when jensen ask dean who she is dean seeing how jens looks at her tell she’s his girl, now her and dean have a complicated relationship (1) (2) dean had taken her virginity she had sex only with him but he’s to ass to admit his in love with her and want more, she’s heartbroken for that and Sammy is protective of her. For a week the boys stay in jensen home and everytime reader see jensen with his kids and danneel she have teary eyes, she’s not talking with dean and dean is going insane for that. One day danneel see how reader is watching at jensen playing with the kids and hugging her reader start crying (3) dee tell her that she’s watching them with so much love,she tell dee that jens have the same face of dean and she can’t stop thinking of having this with him when dee see behind reader dean and Sam earring them she tell her what’s stopping her of having that so she says that she’s ugly and dean don’t want girl like her that she’s just the comfort fuck after the nightmare, dee lock disappointment at dean then touching reader checks (4) dee say to her that since she come in her house jens fell in love with her how every night he tell her that he understands why dean loves her reader apologies to dee for that but dee laugh tell her that she know jens loves her but for some motives loves reader too then when dee see dean watching angry at jens who is earring too dee says to dean that at least jens had the balls to says that even if his married with her, when dean yell at jens he run away to not let them see him crying (5)reader go after him when she see him crying hug him telling him to stop pretending they’re not soul mate,she want him not jensen,she wish it was dean with they’re kids dean says something too,make love with the next morning when during breakfast jared is there too when dean and reader enter the room Jar says to jens & Sam why the Winchester have her and in the tv serie not when dean grunt something how fake Sammy want his girl too while she kiss his cheek whispering how only him can have her (6) dean smirk, reader talk with dee with jj on reader lap both dean/jens are watching reader talk with jj with adoration when cass pops up telling that reader in not in the series since she’s from this world taken in spn universe since she’s dean soul mate for that she’s much younger than him. When they have to come back twins/jj can’t stop hugging her jens too and dee is crying for loosing her. Jens jar threatens dean to treat her good or Sammy will beat him for them too (7) back at the bunker reader is a little sad because she can’t have that family with dean so she go bed, Sam tell dean why she’s sad dean go to her hugging her for behind that he will try to give her what she wish. Two years later jens door ring when he open dean reader with a one year baby in her hand and a big 6 months bump with Sam are at the door, jens go straight to reader dean grunt how fake him keep wanting his wife dee screaming when she see her the kids exited (8) dinner together, dee keep touching her bump and telling her that jens is jealous dean knocked her girls laughing dean going behind reader hugging her telling that when that pops out he puts another inside, flushed reader , dinner talking end with dean and reader in bed cuddling talking back at the bunker .... angst smutt fluff humor possessive protective dean

NON SPN

Dark Angel

More than a little girl Part 4/? published ON HIATUS DUE TO NONE EXISTENCE INTEREST

Alec McDowell reader as many parts &smut as u wnt were a group of transgenetics escape from manticore including alec max & reader but the reader is like the runt of the group like small but curvy & everyone underestimates her but wat they dont no is tht shes diff she can transition her face like they do off tvd as the group escapes they r surrounded by soliders and cant do anything then the reader takes them out and everyones amazed u can write how ever u want the reader and alec to be 2gether

#SPN #spn fanfic #request fill #requests #requested series

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mariequitecontrarie · 6 years ago

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All of Me: Chapter 16

The Fic: Belle French is a pudgy librarian who’s in love from afar with “town monster” and ace reporter, Mr. Gold. Little does she know, he’s head-over-heels in love with her, too. Chapter Summary: Belle and Emma go shopping in Portland to prepare for a big night out with Gold and Neal at the Storybrooke Winter Gala. Emma runs into an old high school rival and shares a secret. Rating: T A/N: Guys, it’s been 84 years! Much love to @galactic-pirates and @magnoliatattoo for putting up with me. Artwork by the talented @wizzygold @a-monthly-rumbelling: “I’m not dressed for this.”

Stay with Me (bet. Ch 9&10) | Spiked Chocolate (bet. Ch 16&17) | Pieces of Me (Q&A)

ON AO3

“The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.” - Marcelene Cox

***Three weeks after Belle has moved out of her parents’ house and into Marco’ s.***

Belle picked up the telephone to call Gold at the newspaper, her day planner spread open on the desk.

Yes, it was old-fashioned, writing things down on a calendar and lugging the thick planner around in her bag, but she liked old-fashioned. She liked books, and fountain pens, and the rustle of paper—both crisply new and faded with age. Besides, she didn’t trust iPhone calendar apps.

She’d forgotten Daddy and Edith’s anniversary one too many times thanks to those finicky electronic calendars. Whenever it happened, she rushed to write a card at the last minute but instead of being grateful, Edith seemed to enjoy shaming her for “neglecting her family.” Personally, Belle felt anniversaries were about the couple celebrating each other…but her thoughts were veering way off course. If she ventured down the dark road of worrying over Edith, she could end up in bed with a box of snowball cakes for the rest of the day.

But falling into depression was less likely now that she no longer called her father and Edith’s house home. After three weeks of living with Marco, there was no denying how much better she felt; the freedom of coming and going as she pleased was a heady sensation. Sometimes Gold joined her at Marco’s house in the evening and the three of them played Scrabble together. Once, she had insisted Marco not cook dinner after cooking at the restaurant all day long and dragged him to Emma’s house for a family dinner where Henry chattered about school and his friends and made everyone laugh until their sides ached.

But most often, Marco would come home from the restaurant and the two of them would eat a pasta and salad dinner, and then spend the evening in the comfortable quiet of his small, cozy living room. His overstuffed couch and chairs were such a contrast to the hard, slick leather furniture Edith filled her house with, and Belle loved sinking into the corner of Marco’s huge couch and covering up with a fluffy throw blanket.

Sometimes they would make small talk about their days but on most evenings, Marco would be bent over a notebook making notes for the next day’s specials at the restaurant, and she would pull out her laptop to research books to add to the library. Usually, either the Cooking Channel or HGTV played in the background. She’d had an older television in her bedroom at her parents’ but no cable connection. Marco, however, had a new flatscreen and Belle indulged in her love of watching House Hunters International, which combined two of her favorite pastimes: seeing home interiors and a peek at exotic destinations.

Gone were the days of being chased into her bedroom, hiding her diary, and hoarding snacks. Some days, the years spent in Edith and her dad’s frosty household seemed like a bad dream.

At least twice a week, Belle offered to pay Marco rent. It didn’t seem right to eat his food and live in his space and offer nothing in return. But he refused every time she asked. “No,” he had said this morning over breakfast, flipping eggs with a stubborn twist of his lips. “We are family, Bella. La famiglia. And when life is hard, family is a soft place to land.” Her eyes had burned with grateful tears, but she kissed his cheek and ate her breakfast and let him fuss over her until they went their separate ways—he to the restaurant and her to the library.

Besides, she thought as she punched in Gold’s number, she didn’t have time for wallowing.

She needed to talk to Gold about the annual Storybrooke Winter Gala today. On impulse, Neal had bought four tickets and insisted he and Emma and Belle and Gold make a double date of the occasion. He’d even arranged for their next-door neighbor, Ana, to watch Henry.

Every December, the Mayor’s Office hosted the gala to benefit the city schools. This year, all proceeds would go toward school Arts programs—music, theatre, writing, and art workshops. Emma and Gold usually attended every year, Gold to cover the event for the Times and Emma to capture photographs to accompany the story. Belle had never been invited to the ball before, though, and she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Part of her didn’t want to be seen in public with so many shiny glossy people she couldn’t measure up to, but another side of her was excited to play princess for an evening.

She glanced again at the date and punched in Gold’s phone number. Today was Friday, November 16th. Thanksgiving was next week, which meant the gala was only three weeks away. There wasn’t much time to get ready. Finding a dress could be difficult and she would probably need to take it to a tailor, too. The thought of shopping for formalwear made her palms begin to sweat.

“Gold,” he answered on the first ring.

“What are you wearing?” she asked in a rush, followed by a breathless pause.

He answered with a laugh, the deep, rich sound making her spine tingle. She imagined him setting down the newspaper proof he was holding to turn in his chair to peer out the window toward the library. Since her office was in the back of the building he couldn’t actually see her, but she felt the admiring burn of his eyes all the same.

She heard a rustling sound as he set down the pages. When they talked or spent time together, he always gave her his full attention. It was certainly a refreshing change from Sean distractedly glancing at her during one of his marathon video game sessions and asking her to repeat what she’d said for the third time.

“A naughty call in the middle of the workday?” Gold drawled into the phone. “Sweetheart, men dream of these sorts of calls from their girlfriends. It’s not even my birthday.”

Belle blushed. She hadn’t stopped to think how awkward the question would sound out of context, but now that it was out, she teased him right back. “Mmmm nothing naughty to say today but just wait till it is your birthday,” she said. “Now that you mention it…”

“Yes?” He drew out the word, filling it with expectation and making her giggle.

She could almost see him leaning forward across the desk, a mischievous gleam in those caramel eyes.

“When is your birthday?”

“January 14th,” he answered promptly. “And tell Marco I prefer ice cream cake.”

“You prefer every cake,” she shot back, smiling into the phone. When it came to baked goods, Gold had an enormous sweet tooth. “But I think it can be arranged.”

“That’s excellent news. Just don’t tell Marco how many candles to put on it because the thing will be melted before we have a chance to slice it.”

Belle knew he was still self-conscious about the difference in their ages. She also knew exactly how to soothe him when he worried. “Then it’s a good thing I prefer mature men.”

“Indeed,” he said, sounding pleased.

She flipped her planner forward and marked his birthday on the calendar in bold, red ink, surrounding the date with fat, bright hearts. The birthday of the man she loved was an important day—far more worth remembering than the wedding date of her stuffy stepmother and emotionally unavailable father. At least she knew Marco wouldn’t snoop through her things and read her planner or her diary. But she was digressing again.

“Now, back to my question,” she ordered, feigning sternness.

“You have my full attention, General French.”

She laughed and rubbed the thick holiday gala invitation between her fingers. Its embossed gold lettering and sprigs of holly in metallic ink screamed expensive. Everyone knew the Storybrooke Winter Gala was the social event of the season. From the chilled seafood towers bursting with crab claws and lobster tails to the elegant champagne cocktails, no expense would be spared.

Belle fanned her warm cheeks with the cardstock, her clammy fingers leaving damp smudges at the top of the matte stationery. “The invite says formal attire, but you’re almost always formal. Were you thinking suit or tuxedo?”

“At the moment, I’m in my usual. I did opt for the socks with the turkeys today as a nod to next Thursday.”

Belle giggled and dragged her teeth over her lower lip. His Thanksgiving socks were adorable and he was being terribly sweet in his attempts to put her at ease. She wanted to go to the gala, but she didn’t want to look like a country bumpkin who had never been anywhere. Gold had attended fancy dinners and parties all over the world. He’d been to a State Dinner with the President, for goodness sake, while Belle had never ventured beyond the Portland city limits. “You know what I mean. It’s not like we can show up in sweatpants and be all ‘sorry, I’m not dressed for this.’” Oh, how she wished.

“Sweetheart, you can wear anything you like. You’re gorgeous no matter what you have on. That said, I’m not really the proper person to offer advice on evening gown selections. Why don’t you talk to Emma?”

She sighed. “Honey, I have talked to Emma. We’re both going shopping and we both need to know. It’s not like we can ask Neal for guidance.” Exasperated, she pushed a curl off her forehead, wondering why she had to explain this. “You know what he’s like. Emma said, ‘Neal would dust corn chips off his construction clothes, zip a hoodie sweatshirt over it, and head out the door.’ That’s a direct quote, by the way.”

Gold burst out laughing. “Sounds like my boy. I’ll make sure he’s dressed appropriately.”

“Anyway,” she continued, “there’s not much of a boutique circuit here in Storybrooke and I’m not exactly a candidate for Rent the Runway.” She sucked in the inside of her cheek as soon as those last words were out. Since they’d started dating, she’d been making a concerted effort not to say self-deprecating things about herself. At least not out loud.

Gold hadn’t seemed to notice her negativity, though.

“Which would you prefer I wear? Tux or suit?”

The image of whirling on the dance floor with Gold in a sleek black tuxedo was doing crazy things to her insides. “Tux,” she said in a breathless whisper. “Tux sounds good.”

“Tux it shall be then. And Belle?”

“Yes?” She was still picturing Gold in black tie and her stomach was doing gymnastics.

“Love, I meant what I said: you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear. We’re going to the gala so we can dance and eat shrimp cocktail and support the Arts, not so you’ll worry over competing with silly girls and stupid women who wouldn’t know true beauty if it ran over them with a sleigh.”

“I wish you and Emma and Neal were going to be the only ones there,” she murmured, feeling silly. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t known about the gala and been given every opportunity to decide against going. The event had been on the calendar for weeks, yet the closer it came the more she fretted about fitting in. An inexplicable craving for belonging tightened her chest.

Gold hummed into the phone. “This is about more than a dress, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath, letting the weight of his understanding settle over her like a comforting mantle. Her head lolled forward until her forehead rested upon the top of her desk. The smooth, cool grain of the wood felt good against her flushed skin and she forced out another lungful of air. Gold didn’t deserve to be at the wrong end of her short fuse. She tried to tell herself she belonged at the gala because he’d invited her, but the heart didn’t always believe the head—no matter how sensible the head was being.

“It matters to me that I at least look like I belong, even if it isn’t true,” she admitted.

Gold was quiet for a long moment. “It is true, sweetheart. For as long as I draw breath, you will always have a place to belong. If Marco, Emma, Neal, and Henry were here, I know each of them would say the same. I also know it’s going to take more than hearing the words to make you believe it. You have to know the truth deep down. I love you so much, and I only hope and pray that one day you’ll see yourself the way we see you.”

Belle pressed her lips together, muffling a sob. “Thank you for understanding,” she whispered tearfully. “I love you.”

“It’s nearly five. I’m coming over to the library.” Through the phone, she heard the distinctive click of his pocket watch as he snapped it closed. “When I get there, I’m going to kiss you till you’re breathless, then take you out for a nice, quiet dinner, just the two of us. How does that sound?”

Belle smiled and wiped her tears and her worries away with a tissue from the box on her desk. “It sounds perfect.”

“So we’re here.” Emma sucked down the dregs of her iced latte in a noisy slurp and wiped her hands on her black jeans. “Portland. Boutique Row. What do we do now?” She tossed the cup in the trash can inside the door.

Like aliens on a foreign planet, they hovered inside the doorway of Posh, the largest formal boutique in the city.

Belle eyed Emma suspiciously. “I thought you said you knew about shopping.”

“Yeah, for denim and dry fit. Where to get the best doughnuts. And the occasional piece of leather. Not evening gowns.”

“But you’ve been to this gala before?” she pressed.

“Yeah, as the photographer. No one pays attention to what you’re wearing when you’re behind the camera. I got away with black pants and a dress shirt three years running.”

Belle looked her friend up and down. Perspiration was dotting Emma’s temples. Her cheeks, ruddy from the winter air outside just moments ago, were ashen. She knew that deer-in-headlights look: Emma was on the verge of an anxiety attack.

Belle ran her teeth over her lower lip, discouragement slithering around her and squeezing the air from her lungs. “Are we in trouble?”

“It’s possible,” Emma acknowledged, then shook her head hard enough to cause her ponytail to sway. “No. No! We’re two grown women. We can handle one small town formal.”

“You make it sound like war,” Belle said wryly.

“It’s worse. Other women. Rich, polished, cold as ice.” She rolled her eyes at a chic blonde dripping in Chanel and carrying a Louis Vuitton handbag bigger than Belle’s suitcase. “Maybe we should invest in suits of armor.”

“Or maybe we should eat them for supper.”

Emma snorted, their laughter breaking the tension. It was rare for Emma to be intimidated, and Belle patted her shoulder. Misery loved company, and somehow knowing she wasn’t alone in her insecurity gave her hope for more than the hunt for an evening gown. “We can do this, as long as we do it together.”

Emma’s reached for Belle’s hand and squeezed. “Right. Together is better.”

”Exactly.”

Emma gave a long, slow whistle and they moved into the store like two people tied together in a three-legged race. “Where should we start?” Belle stared at the array of gowns and began to shuffle through the racks, heading in the direction of the plus sizes. She’d come here expecting to have maybe two choices in style but after a few minutes of browsing, to her surprise, there were many gowns in her size—short and long, tight and flowing, beaded and glittery. And though she hadn’t tried on a solitary dress, she was still convinced there wasn’t one in all of Portland designed to flatter her physique. In one fell swoop, she’d gone from zero choices to too many. So many dresses, so little time, and so much Belle.

Even the eggnog lattes and cream-stuffed doughnuts she and Emma had feasted on in the car on the way here left her feeling hollow. She was at her worst at formal events—the last one she’d been to was her high school senior prom and not one person had asked her to dance. She’d gone stag simply so she didn’t have to sit in the house with her father and Edith. With the exception of going to the refreshment table to sneak brownies, she had sat in the corner the entire time.

But she wasn’t in high school any longer. She had a handsome escort in Gold and friends to spend the evening with. The steeply priced gala tickets had already been purchased and paid for and supporting the Arts in their schools? She couldn’t think of a more excellent cause. Besides, backing out three weeks before the event was paramount to announcing you had no interest in seeing Hamilton. It simply wasn’t done.

She squinted in the direction of the lingerie. Spanx were what she needed—something to suck her in and smooth her out—injected with industrial-strength elastic.

“Black. Black is the slimming choice,” Belle decided aloud, pushing through the rack toward a plain A-line silk sheath gown.

At least if she stuck to basic black, she and Gold would match. Like two penguins. One sleek and sophisticated, the other round and plump, carrying a lot of blubber around to make it through the hard, cold, South Pole winter.

“No black! Black is the safe choice,” Emma countered, smacking Belle’s hand when she reached for the hanger on another simple, nondescript black gown with clean lines.

“And that’s bad why?”

“Because it’s drab and washes you out. Go for color. Like gold.”

“Suddenly you’re a Pantone expert?” Belle winced. “A gold dress? Isn’t that a touch…cliché?”

“Alright. We’ll keep looking.”

Belle nudged Emma in the direction of a tall, willow-thin woman with striking black and grey hair and the pointiest red stilettos she’d ever seen. “Maybe we should ask someone. I think she works here.”

Emma squinted and slid more dresses down the rack. “The one with the scarf on?”

“It’s a poncho.” She knew that much.

“Wait! Wait! Try this emerald one! Gold will go crazy when he sees you in this!” Emma whipped a dazzling, jewel-toned gown with a daring thigh-high slit off the rack. Belle stared at the stunning gown then glanced back at the saleswoman. “Five minutes ago you didn’t know anything about dresses.” “You’re right, I don’t. But I know my father-in-law and he’s going to love that dress. Well, he’d love you in a life-sized paper bag, but this dress will make even Mr. Smart Ass Newspaper Dude speechless. God, I can picture him drooling already!” She thrust the dress into Belle’s arms and gave her a playful shove. “Go try it on. And remember, the only person who has to know how beautiful you are…”

“Is me,” Belle finished. They’d had this conversation often during their walks over the past few months, and Emma had reminded her yet again on the two-hour drive here. She fingered the rich velvet skirt with trembling fingers. Now she had to walk the walk. “I’ll try it. What color are you looking for?” she asked, backing into the fitting room.

“Black.” “Emma!” she whined.

Emma yanked the fitting room curtain closed with a laugh. The dress was crushed velvet with full-length sleeves, hard to find, even in the middle of a brutal Maine winter. She slid into the gown, the silk-lined velvet feeling decadent against her skin. Even without the back completely zipped, she liked the look. Emma was right, she realized, turning this way and that in the three-way mirror.

The scoop neck hugged her shoulder blades, emphasizing her thinnest feature—her shoulders—and the color made her blue eyes sparkle and skin creamy even under the garish fluorescent fitting room lights. It was a few inches too long for her 5-foot, 1-inch frame, but the skirt length was easily remedied at a tailor. Not hating it, she took a deep breath, lifted the skirt so she wouldn’t trip, and opened the curtain. She hoped Emma was nearby because she didn’t want to make a spectacle of herself. Those stupid little fitting room closets were designed to thrust you back out onto the floor where commission-hungry salespeople could tell you how good you looked and convince you to buy.

“Em,” she called out, “could you zip—” She swallowed the rest of her words. Emma was face-to-face with a dark-haired woman, and looking even more nervous than she had when they walked into the boutique. “Emma? Emma Nolan?” The stranger wore a smart navy pantsuit and a light blue silk blouse, and her blood-red lips spread in a wide smile. Everything about her, from her perfectly coifed hair to her buffed, nude pumps, screamed suave and important.

“Yeah, who’s asking?” “It’s me, Regina Mills. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten. We graduated together from Storybrooke High! I sat next to you in Mr. Walsh’s English class.” “Oh, hey.” Emma kicked the carpet with her boot, looking anything but thrilled to meet an old high school friend. “Good to see you. You remember Belle French, I’m sure. She graduated the year after us.” Regina frowned at Belle, making a small scar on her upper lip stand out. “Sorry, doesn’t ring a...bell.” “It’s fine. We didn’t really travel in the same social circles anyway,” Belle said. Regina pouted, as if trying to decide if Belle’s remark was a put-down.

Well, she could interpret the comment however she wished. Belle didn’t care for the change that had come over Emma since Regina had appeared or the barely-veiled insult that she wasn’t worth remembering. Now that she’d had a good look at her, she remembered Regina well enough. Then again, it was hard to forget the most popular girl to ever come out of Storybrooke High School. Student body president, prom queen, and girlfriend of Daniel Colter, captain of the football team. Belle would have called her a high school cliché, except that Regina had carried her smooth, flawless reputation into adulthood. She was still the most beautiful woman Belle had ever seen close-up. “I’m just in town for meetings today. I’m an attorney and planning to run for office next term.” Regina’s frozen smile was back in business. “I’m thinking start small with state Senate and work up from there. So, Emma, what have you been up to since graduation? I haven’t seen you since we walked across the stage.” “Um, well.” Emma shoved her hands in her pockets and looked toward the racks of dresses. “Emma is a gifted photographer,” Belle said, sliding to her friend’s side. If Emma wasn’t going to boast about her accomplishments, she sure as hell was going to do it for her. “How exciting!” Regina’s grin was wolfish, her dark eyes sparkling. “Are you exhibiting your portraits at any galleries?” “Uh…” Emma looked at the floor. “No time,” Belle put in. “Right, Em? You’re much too busy with your son, Henry and your husband, Neal.” “Oooh, a husband.” Regina’s eyes flashed again, reminding Belle of a shark circling its prey. “Is he a doctor?” “Nope.” “Hmmm.” She tapped a red nail against her jaw. “A lawyer then?” “He’s in construction,” Emma said, looking to Belle for help. “For your information, he runs his own construction company. He’s built most of Storybrooke’s new buildings in the last ten years.” Belle glared at Regina, daring her to make another cutting remark. “So he’s a working man,” she said, managing to make the term sound neither positive nor negative. “Yeah. Yeah. He’s great.” Emma’s laugh was feeble and she ducked her head. Regina clapped her hands. “This has been fun, catching up. We should do this again sometime.” She flashed another gorgeous, winning smile, and moved in the direction of the lingerie. “Best of luck on the campaign trail,” Belle called after her. Waiting until Regina was out of earshot, Belle whirled on Emma. “Excuse me, but what the hell was that?”

“Never mind. We have shopping to do.” Emma cleared her throat and tried to slide past her, but Belle held her ground.

“The shopping can wait. Who died and crowned Regina Mills queen?”

Belle had zero patience for people who clambered for social standing and pronounced themselves better than others. Having been so often on the receiving end of other people’s sarcasm, Belle rarely talked down to people. But standing up to bullies didn’t count. Something about watching Emma cower in front of Regina caused an angry fire to blaze in her belly. Maybe she was lousy at defending herself, but she’d be damned if she’d let anyone walk all over her friend. Emma shrugged and studied the dresses. She was pretending not to care about the awkward encounter, but Belle knew better. “I don’t like small talk. ‘Hi. How are you?’ she parroted. ‘Oh, I’m fine, how are you?’ News flash: nobody’s fine.”

“Em…”

“No matter how she makes it sound, Regina and I weren’t friends in high school, we were competitors.” She rolled her eyes. “She reminisces about Mr. Walsh’s English class like that was the only time we saw each other. I guess she forgot about the four years we spent one-upping each other on the cheerleading squad, softball team, and the debate team. Always trying to be smarter, stronger, and skinnier than the other. We were out for blood.”

“Then why are you letting her get under your skin?”

Emma sighed and pulled on her ponytail. “You know Cora Mills?”

“Cora Mills, the mayor? Of course.” Belle suppressed a shudder.

Regina’s mother, Cora, had been mayor of Storybrooke for as long as Belle could remember. Cora was a cold, calculating woman, but what she lacked in lovable qualities, she made up for in efficiency. She ran Storybrooke like a machine and no one could argue with her methods, not even Gold, who was paid to search out everything. From the few times Belle had met her, she realized Cora wasn’t mean so much as devoid of emotion. Beyond a perfunctory review of the library budget once a year, Belle was fortunate to rarely communicate with the Mayor’s Office and even when she did, it was strictly emails between Belle and Cora’s assistant. The library and its services were beneath Cora’s notice; so long as Belle didn’t ask for too much money, she stayed under her radar—which was exactly the way she liked it.

Emma wandered to a bench next to the row of fitting rooms and plopped down. “My mom always wanted to be like her, you know.”

“Really?” Belle would never have expected sweet, kind Mary Margaret Nolan to want to emulate Cora Mills.

Emma smirked. “Once, a long time ago, Mom even tried bidding against her for Mayor but she was too nice. She was laughed out of the first debate, and it’s a good thing because the town would have walked all over her. Since Mom couldn’t be like Cora, she decided the next best thing would be for me to be like Cora’s daughter, Regina. I spent every day of high school trying to beat Regina for one reason: because my mom couldn’t beat hers.”

“Wow,” Belle said. “I would never have known. Your mom is such a great teacher and your parents are like a fairytale marriage. Talk about relationship goals.”

“Exactly. The thing with my mom is she’s incredible just as she is,” she said. “Former prom queen, straight-A student, a born teacher. She’s smart and pretty and married to the perfect, charming husband. And she loves Storybrooke—but not for me.”

“But your parents live in Storybrooke.” Confused, Belle furrowed her brow. “That seems like a bit of a double-standard.”

“Yeah.” Emma shook her head. “’Why do you want to take pictures of engaged couples and local pet adoptions?’ she said, mimicking her mother’s innocent tone. “She would rather I was out on the front lines of some war documenting the dying.” “Like Gold used to?” Belle nodded in sympathy and claimed the empty side of the bench. She knew all too well the feeling of being expected to be someone you couldn’t be and dashing parental hopes in the process. “She feels like you shouldn’t be satisfied with a simple life.” “Bingo! And she resents the hell out of Gold for telling me what it’s really like out there. I think that’s why I’m closer to him now than I am my own parents. He understands weakness and failure in a way I don’t think they can. I’m not some conceited little bitch who’s hiding in the bathroom to throw up everything she eats to fit in anymore, but sometimes that really sucks, you know?”

“Yeah, I do.” Belle’s heart clenched in sympathy. Sometimes she still got sucked into the vortex of her own self-pity and forgot that everyone—even gorgeous, wonderful Emma—was fighting a battle. Trying to be yourself was hard work. It was so much easier to toe the line of people’s expectations, to do and say what made others feel comfortable and safe. “So there’s Regina, first conquering the state of Maine, then the world.” Emma put her head in her hands. “And here I am...not running for a spot even on the PTO. Married with a kid and pregnant again.” “You’re pregnant?” Belle slung an arm around Emma and dragged her against her side in an awkward hug. “Oh, sweetie, that’s amazing!” “Ya think? Emma sniffled but looked hopeful for the first time since they had entered the boutique. “Really? I wasn’t expecting another baby. It just happened.”

“Henry is going to be a big brother!” Belle squealed, excited enough for both of them. “Does your mom know yet?”

“Are you kidding?” “What did Neal say?”

Emma shook her head and touched her belly. “You’re the first soul I’ve told.”

“Me?” Belle crowded closer to Emma and drew her head down on her shoulder. She smoothed Emma’s hair back from her temples, soothing her the way her mother used to when she was little while she tried to process the news. To think she was the first to know about the new addition coming to the Cassidy household. She hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever been first in someone else’s confidence. At least not...well there’s Gold, of course.” She felt Emma nod against her shoulder. “I know what you mean. I’ve had friends. Acquaintances. Then when I met Neal he satisfied any need I had for friends. He’s a great husband and I love him to pieces, but it’s not like this. Like us. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Belle.”

“Me too,” she said, tears scalding her eyes. She’d known it was true—had felt the stirrings of their bond deep in her spirit ever since their first real conversation at Henry’s birthday clambake. Between family dinners, walks, and girls nights out, the invisible force between them only grown stronger. Somehow acknowledging their friendship out loud made it seem more solid. Precious. As important to her as her love for Gold, but in a different way.

“Now stand up,” Emma said, fishing into her pocket for a crumpled tissue. “I wanna see this dress!”

Belle shot to her feet and smoothed the skirt, her fingers fluttering around the waist and hips while Emma zipped up the back.

“I love it,” she said, motioning for Belle to twirl around.

“Really? You don’t think it makes me look like a medieval strumpet?”

“Hell no!” Emma whistled as Belle turned around again. “You’re stunning. All we need now are Spanx and shoes. And maybe some lingerie for the after-party?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Maybe.” Belle’s face flamed at the thought of wearing a negligee for Gold. “What about you?”

“We’ll get to me after lunch.” She patted her still-flat tummy. “There’s a place down the street serving yummy cheese-covered waffle fries and this kid wants some now.”

Belle’s stomach growled in answer. “Lead the way.”

Their waiter was clearing the lunch plates at the café when Belle heard a knock on the window. She did a double-take as her father waved through the glass with a sheepish smile. Her turkey club sandwich, which had tasted so delicious a few minutes ago, now lodged in her stomach. What was he doing here in the city?

“I’ll grab the check, Belle. You go talk to him,” Emma urged. “If I see things are getting bad I’ll come outside and rescue you.”

Nodding, she gathered her coat and made her way outside, wondering what would bring her father looking for her in Portland of all places, when she hadn’t seen him once on the streets of Storybrooke in the three weeks since she’d moved out.

The air was frigid even in the sunshine, and she seemed to grow colder with every step she took toward her father.

“Daddy?” She wrapped her arms around herself to keep from reaching for a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s the Portland flower show.” He brushed a bit of pollen off the sleeve of his coat. “I was in the neighborhood and saw you having lunch in the window.” “Ah.” Her dad attended the vendor-focused flower exhibition every year. She should have prepared for the possibility of running into him in town, but she’d completely forgotten it was this weekend.

“We haven’t heard from you in weeks, darling. Edith was devastated when you collected your things and left us.”

Belle gave a noncommittal grunt and thrust her cold hands in her pockets. Edith was devastated? Perish the thought her own father actually missed her.

“Marco treating you well?” he asked gruffly.

“Like family,” she retorted, her voice carrying a sharpness she hadn’t intended.

Her father’s face paled and she instantly regretted her tone. There was no call to be so mean-spirited, especially when it somehow succeeded in making her feel worse instead of better.

He sniffed. “Will we see you for Thanksgiving?“

Belle looked into the clear blue sky, distancing herself from his hopeful gaze. "Marco’s cooking a huge feast, so I’ll be eating with him and Gold and the Cassidys.“

“Christmas?“

She blew out an exasperated breath and hugged herself again. “Let’s push through one nightmare holiday at a time, okay?“

He huffed. “I didn’t realize things had gotten so bad.”

“Are we still talking about holidays, or are you referring to other bad situations?” She thought back to the horrible family dinner she’d put Gold through when she’d tossed a roll at Edith’s head and stormed out. “I can’t live like that anymore. I won’t.”

“You’ve changed, Belle. Is this…is this Gold’s influence on you, then?” He seemed to deflate before her eyes, this giant of a man shriveling down to a pathetic shell. “When did you become this way? So stubborn. So willful.” His lips shook as he spoke. “If your mother were alive, she…”

“But she’s not, Daddy,” Belle interrupted. “Mother hasn’t been with us for years. She’s not here to tell you what to do and what to say, and for that matter neither is Edith. You’re the one who changed. It’s as Erskine said, you don’t even see me. Maybe you never did.”

“Belle!” Emma jogged over to the rescue, her breath a white cloud in the cold afternoon air. “Hey, Mister French. We really gotta get going if we’re going to finish shopping and I promised Henry I’d be home in time to tuck him in.”

“Great. I’m freezing anyway.” She looped her arm through Emma’s and mustered a sad, parting smile for her father. After years of trying to gain his attention and approval, she wasn’t sure when she would see him again and at the moment, she didn’t care. “Take care of yourself, Dad.”

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Lego House: Day Six - #EdSheeranForAFortnight

A/N: Hello, Sheerios! Hope you're doing good! So here it is the sixth chapter of Lego House! Are you guys enjoying the story? Many of you find it really cute and I'm super happy to know that! Love you all!

Title: Lego House Chapter Number: 6/15 Chapter Title: Day Six Pairing: Ed Sheeran x Reader Point of View: Ed's Rating: +15 Word Counter: +1700 Warnings: teenage Ed (16), teenage reader (15), fluffy, careful Ed, sweet Ed, encouraging Ed, rough father

Summary: Ed was caught skipping classes and now he'll have to spend some time in detention... With the principal's daughter, while he's out of the town. What could happen between two teenagers with a "free time" for themselves, practically alone in the school?

var Mariana = prompt("What's your name?","Example: Ana, Taylor, Emma...")

var Mari = prompt("Do you have a nickname? Please, what is it?","Example: Tay, Bella...")

var brown = prompt("What's your eye colour?","Example: blue, dark green, light brown...")

var Jones = prompt("Remeber your first crush from the 4th chapter? Could you please tell me his last name again?","Example: Sheeran, Winchester, Jones...")

var camomile = prompt("What does your favourite shampoo smell like?","Example: strawberry, camomile...")

var teacher = prompt("What did you want to be when you were little (with an article)?","Example: a professor, a writer...")

var thick = prompt("What is the size of your thighs?","Example: thick, thin...")

var Lima = prompt("What's your father's last name?","Example: Sheeran, Winchester, Jones...")

var English = prompt("Let's say your father has chosen a course for you at Univeristy. You don't like it AT ALL! What would it be? - it must be something you really DON'T like/want","Example: Literature, Biology, Maths...")

Ed's POV - Monday

As soon as the bell rings, I rush myself to the detention room, wanting, more than anything, to see document.write(Mariana). We haven't seen each other since last Friday morning, and all I got in the weekend was restlessness. I couldn't stop thinking about her, nor getting myself worried, as I didn't know if she got better after everything that happened.

"document.write(Mariana)" I call her as I get into the room. If I said I was hoping to see her here, I'd be lying. I was hoping to find the room empty, just like Friday, but she is already here, seated on the teacher's table, looking at the door where I've just come from anxiously.

"Ed!" she says in a low tone, seeming embarrassed. "Hey, how are you?" I ask, leaving my backpack on the floor, next to her, and sitting on the table in front of her.

"Okay!" she looks down, biting her lower lip "You?". "I'm good!" I answer, waiting if she would say anything about Friday, unsure of how I could start this conversation.

"Look, about Friday, I was just having a bad day, you had nothing to do with that, I'm sorry for leaving you so abruptly and for the way I spoke to you, I had no right to mistreat you. In all these days everything you've been doing is being nice with me even we're not being that close and now you must think I'm ungrateful or..." her voice is fading away as she whispers.

"Aren't we?" I stand up and approach her, raising her head with my hands and caressing her heated and red cheeks with my thumbs while I gaze at her "After everything we've been through these days, I thought we were already friends!".

"We... Friends?!" she widens her eyes, her voice tone extremely surprised "No... No one ever wants to be friends with me" she whispers, looking away, a few tears filling in her beautiful document.write(brown) eyes.

Shit, she seems too fragile, almost to the point of breaking, she is not using that strong-girl mask anymore or trying to hide her emotions from me, and as much as her vulnerability also shows me who she really is and how she is feeling, I don't ever wanna see this look on her face anymore! I want her to be able to talk to me without thinking so low about herself!

"They're all fool for that! It'd make me more than happy if I could be friends with you!" I say, feeling my fingers getting wet when some tears start falling from her eyes. "Alright, if you say so!" she sniffs, giving me a little smile.

It's so fucked up! How a girl like her doesn't have any friends? She's a wonderful human being and anyone who's got the chance to know her better should enjoy it and would be very lucky to have someone like her around! I lean into her, kissing her forehead, feeling her soft skin on my lips and also the wonderful document.write(camomile) scent coming from her hair.

I fell her relaxing when I take my hands from her face and wrap my arms tightly around her warm and girly body; document.write(Mariana) puts her arms around me too, resting her head on my chest as I caress her back. "Thank you!" she whispers "It was everything I needed, sometimes I just need a hug!" she looks up, her cheeks still wet from her tears, but her face is a little bit less sad.

"Whenever you need, document.write(Mari)!" I say and she nods, giving me that shy smile I love on her "Was that douchebag who made you feel this way?" I ask suddenly, thinking about the guy in the store.

"What douchebag?" document.write(Mariana) frowns and I sigh, why did I have to open my mouth about that? "Mrs. document.write(Jones)'s son!" I reveal, feeling my cheeks getting red as much as document.write(Mariana)'s.

"Oh, wow, not exactly!" she shakes her head, seeming surprised. "Did he break your heart? I can take care of him, if you want!" what the heck is going on with me?

I can barely take care of myself! That douche would kill me if we ever got into a fight: he's older, stronger and damn it, I'm not the type of guy who threatens the others, why did I tell document.write(Mariana) this?

"No, you're very cute, but don't worry. He had all the right to not correspond my feelings" Okay, she called me 'cute'. Is it a good or a bad thing in the girl's language? And why do I care?

"What, I meant is that there are many ways of 'not corresponding' someone else's feelings. It's all about how you're gonna turn someone down!" What if he had been rude to her?

"No, Ed, he's never hurt me" she says "I don't even know if he knew about the feelings I had for him" the way she said had, in the past, gives me a strange feeling of relief, and, of course, the most important, is obviously to know he hadn't hurt her, not my unreasonable jealousy.

"Okay, will you tell me someday what's going on with you?" I ask directly and document.write(Mariana) seems a bit uncertain for an instant, before she nods. "Yeah, someday!" she smiles sheepishly at me.

"Why weren't you here on Friday?" I'm curious to know this; I really need to know if she's upset with me, because if she does, then I'll have to find a way to fix that.

"Oh, I...!" document.write(Mari) bites her lower lips, looking a little nervous "I wasn't feeling okay so I went home earlier. It's a girl thing" she is flushed and I nod, understanding what she meant and relieved for knowing I didn't do anything that made her upset.

"Are you better now?" I ask and she nods. Although I could never know how it's like to be a girl, I remember how my ex use to feel uncomfortable during these days, and the very last thing I want is to see document.write(Mariana) in pain. "I just didn't know how to say that, that's why I didn't write any detail on the note I left" she says.

"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed, it's a normal thing, isn't it?" I ask. "Yes" she nods again, giving me another shy smile "Is it... Is it everything okay between us? You're not upset with me for Friday, are you?" she asks, a worried look in her eyes.

"It's okay, document.write(Mari)!" I smile at her and it's not until my hands automatically start caressing her back once more, like if to comfort her, that we realise we're still hugging each other and that makes us blush "I just don't want you to hide your feelings from me, nor doubt my words; I don't take pity on you and everything I said about you came from my heart, I'd never lie to you only to make you feel better".

"Because you are everything I said that day: nice, intelligent, beautiful, and so much more!" I bring my hands to her face as she grins at me, her eyes getting wet again "You just need to believe in yourself!".

"I'll try!" she puts her hands on mine, caressing my skin with her soft ones, her bright document.write(brown) eyes never leaving mine; that beautiful grin still on her lips and I control myself not to lean on her and take them on mine, my heart pounding in my chest, anxious, only with the thought of kissing her.

Instead, I give another kiss on her forehead, and release her face for a few seconds to grab a chair and pull it closer to her, so I can sit in front of her with fewer inches away. I take her hands in mine again and she smiles, looking at them "Shall we start our game?" I ask and she giggles for the first time today.

This sounds makes me relieved, I know she's not entirely okay, much less her reasons, but knowing I can make her smile/laugh and bring some glow to her eyes is everything I need to keep wanting to draw more smiles from her!

...

"What did you want to be when you were little?" I ask, this is our very last question of the day as the time is almost over. "I wanted to be document.write(teacher), but not anymore, I've found out I have no skills for that!" she answers, laughing "What about you?".

"A singer! Well, I think I've always known what I wanted to do, you know?" I answer and she seems impressed.

"Actually no!" she shakes her head "I still don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life" she sighs, frustrated.

I face her and... Okay, I'm facing her thighs because of the height difference between the chair and the table, but I quickly look up at her face, not wanting any of us to get uncomfortable, and I'm relieved to know that, this time, it worked.

"Well, that is a tough decision you must take your time!" I tell, gazing at her document.write(brown) eyes. "My father is the biggest issue" document.write(Mariana) reveals, looking down at her hands that are... Rested on her thighs, her document.write(thick) thighs and Jesus, help me, 'cause she's younger and innocent, I must not sin about her! I close my eyes, taking deep breaths, I just need my cigarettes, they would certainly relax me.

"What is it about Mr. document.write(Lima)?" I ask, opening my eyes and looking at her, she still has her head down and she winces when I mention her father's name. Dear God, there's something really wrong in their relationship! Is he abusive with her? Has he hurt her? My mind starts creating all the possibilities, and none of them is good! "He wants me to study document.write(English), but it couldn't match me less".

"Why don't you just tell him this is not what you want?" it would be the most normal thing, right? A daughter talking to her father about her future; him listening and being supportive! "I've... I've tried, but he never listens to me" she says in such a low tone, lower even than a whisper and I have to lean into her so that I can listen "Sometimes it seems like I don't even live with him, like if I was... Invisible!"

"I'm really sorry to hear that!" I say, holding her left hand and she finally raises her head, letting me see how sad she is. Standing up to sit on the table, beside her, I wrap one arm around her shoulder, bringing her body closer to mine and document.write(Mariana) sighs, resting her head on the crook of my neck.

I can feel her tears wetting my coat and my heart breaks for knowing about the treatment she gets at home. Doesn't Mr. document.write(Lima) love his own daughter? Why does he treat her so harshly, when she's clearly such a pure and kind young girl? Her shyness and lack of confidence may seem to be directly related to her father's behaviour, but would this be the only reason?

A/N: Hope to see you here tomorrow, document.write(Mari)! Thank you for reading and supporting this story! I love you!

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tiny-tyrant-taryn · 7 years ago

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Gemstones and Alley Cats

Hey All! I’m back again with Day 4 of Seven Days of Fright. ...Cutting it close again, but what can I say; perfection can’t be rushed. So this is based vaguely of my fiance’s fear of being stalked. Enjoy everyone;

Day Four: “Do you recall your worst nightmare? It is time to face it.”

@adequatetoextraordinary @real-house-of-fun

She woke with a start, rising stiff in her bed.

“Jem!”

The blonde looked around the room, trying to remember. She was alone in their bedroom. Jem was fine, she was at her brother’s. Liam had asked her to come over for some reason or another.

Getting up from bed, Ally took deep breaths, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. The woman shuffled down into the kitchen, comforted by the sounds of nails clicking against hardwood marble as her dogs followed.

Making a cup of coffee to wake herself up, Ally thought about her nightmare.

“You’ll be too late to save her Ally, too late to say goodbye. Too late to watch her die.” The voice whispered, relishing in the tears falling from brown eyes as Ally franticly searched for a clue to where her wife was.

“What do you want?!” The woman shrieked, flinging papers and folders off of Jem’s desk as she looked.

“Well, I wanted you. I wanted her.” He said casually, before his voice turned cold and snarling. “But the two of you were too good for me, weren’t you? So instead, I’ll just kill you.”

Suddenly, the dream shifted and Ally was running down a familiar hallway, rushing towards a crimson door with the number 13 bolted to it. As she reached it, it opened slowly, revealing Jem sitting there, tied to an old chair.

She was bruised, blood dripping from her lips as soft green eyes locked with Ally’s brown. She said something that Ally couldn’t hear. Three words and a sad smile that she couldn’t understand. Then the world went white and echoed with the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

Ally’s screams echoed in her own ears.

She shook her head, trying to clear the dream from her head again, sitting at the small dining table Jem insisted on.

Bella, Jem’s small dachshund was lying in her bed beneath the oaken legs. Jamie, her husky was on the couch. The two of them were staring at the front door, waiting patiently for their owner to come home. Ally remembered the first time her mother-in-law had come over and Jem introduced Jamie as ‘her grand-puppy’. The woman snorted. Ana was not happy.

“I miss her too.” She told the dogs, petting her own german shepherd’s snout as he rested it against her legs. “She’ll be home soon.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ally heard keys in the door. Oak and stained glass opened to reveal brilliant blue curls.

The dogs all raced towards the door, hellbent on bowling the petite woman over her own two feet.

“Sit!” Her melodic voice rang out, sounding tired and a little bit hoarse. The dogs sat, obediently before following her silent hand gesture and going to their individual beds in the living room.

Laughing quietly, Ally rose to her feet and walked over to her wife as she closed the door. Jem was wearing what she called her “comfort clothes”, a navy blue turtleneck and soft black pants that looked like slacks and felt like velvet. Jem liked to joke that she wore those particular pants when she wanted to sleep but needed to go to work.

“Good morning beautiful.” Ally whispered, putting an arm around her wife’s waist. Jem looked up, meeting her eyes and smiled.

“Good morning darling.” She returned, kissing her wife gently before groaning and leaning on the taller woman. “He drank tequila.”

Ally grimaced. Jem’s brother was notorious for getting into toxic relationships and drinking himself sick when he decided to end it. The stronger the alcohol, the worst the rebound would be.

“Let's not invite the next one for dinner, yeah?”

Jem laughed, pulling away to go up the stairs. Ally missed the warmth in her arms.

“Where are you going?” She asked, following the small librarian.

“I’ve got work in a couple of hours hon, I need to shower and get ready.” Jem said, turning to look at her, confused.

Ally had a bad feeling about work.

“Stay home? Please? We’ll curl up on the couch and watch TV. We’ll watch one of those home makeover shows you like so much. Please?” She rambled. Jem’s eyebrow furrowed.

“What’s going on Ally?” She asked, sitting on the top step. Ally sighed, moving up to sit beside her before explaining her dream.

After a second, Jem placed soft hands on either side of her wife’s face, her dark brown manicure resting against Ally’s temples.

“Ally, I’m okay. Nothing is going to happen.” She smiled. “As much as I would love to stay home with you today, you’ve got adopters coming into the shelter today, remember?”

Ally blinked for a second before groaning. Jem was right, she had a self-defense group coming in to look at some of her guard dogs. She couldn’t push it off, or have one of her volunteers do it either because Ally had been working personally with the dogs.

“Fine…” She sighed. “But will you stay home?”

Jem looked at her incredulously.

“Ally, I’m not going to…” She trailed off, seeing the frantic worry in the other woman’s eyes before letting out a sigh of her own. “I had a couple of projects I wanted to work on anyway...I’ll call in and take a couple of days off to finish them.”

Ally grinned at her before hugging her tightly.

“Thank you.” She whispered into Jem’s lavender-scented hair.

“You’re welcome.” She grumbled heatlessly. “But I don’t want any complaining next time I decide I want take out for dinner.”

Jem got up after a moment, still heading into the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Ally asked, causing the smaller woman to groan.

“I still want a shower Ally. I feel like trash.” She said frustratedly as she pulled off her turtleneck. Ally grinned when she saw the tattoo in the small of Jem’s back. Surrounded by her other ink was a portrait of a lion with a blue jay sitting on it’s back.

Jem had gotten the tattoo on their first anniversary, and this next June would be their fifth. Ten years since they’d met fresh out of high school.

Ally went downstairs, making her wife coffee and breakfast. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders when Jem agreed to stay home. She knew she was being silly, but she felt better anyway.

Hours passed by and Ally was sitting in her office at the shelter, helping a family through adoption paperwork for a five year old german shepherd. Dale was a sweet old pup who’d cuddle up with them every night and play with their son every afternoon. He was a perfect fit.

She felt her phone buzz as she saw the family out and found a text from Jem waiting on screen.

[12:17]J: Going to the store? Want anything specific?

[12:19]H: Wait until tomorrow, I’ll come with you.

[12:19]J: (eye roll) Ally, we need groceries, and I’m out of thread. It’s ten minutes away.

[12:22}H: Fine...Buy chips?

[12:23}J: Yes dear.

Ally smiled at her phone before looking at the next name on her clipboard. Jazzy, a nine-month old rottweiler who’d been chosen by one of the self-defense chicks. Back to work then.

The blonde locked the doors at 6:30 sharp, finally finishing the last of her paperwork for the day. Walking to her truck, she looked down at her phone.

[13:50]H: Hey babe? Want sushi for dinner?

[14:00]H: I could grab chinese instead? It’s up to you.

[18:00]H: Bluejay? Are you there lovely?

[18:30] Jem...I’m on my way home.

Ally broke more than a few traffic laws coming back to their house and screeched to a halt in their driveway when she saw the front door standing open.

“Jem!” She called, running through the front door. She heard the dogs howling, they were locked in the basement. There’s plenty of water down there, and Jem puts the winter clothes in bags on the floor. She thought absently, moving through the house, looking for her wife.

The house was a mess, like someone had been looking for something. In the kitchen, a bunch of bags were strewn about on the floor like Jem had never gotten the chance to put away all of her shopping.

Moving up the stairs, Ally heard Jem’s cell phone ringing. Following the noise, Ally ended up in Jem’s office. It was untouched. Her writing the desk sat under the window, covered in papers with her laptop closed and the printer turned off. Against the other wall was her gaming computer, turned off as well. The wall with the door was covered in bookshelves, but the ringing was coming from Jem’s laptop.

There, on top of the chromed lid sat Jem’s smartphone, lighting up with an ‘Unknown Number’ screen.

Ally answered it.

“Hello Ally.”

“Who is this? Where is my wife?” Ally asked angrily.

“Easy now. She’s fine. Jemstone is here, with me. As for who I am...I’m upset you don’t remember me Allycat. We’ve had a lot of fun together, the three of us.”

Jemstone...Allycat…? It was like someone flicked a switch. Before she and Jem were married, there had been a guy in college. Damien was his name. He was a biomed. major. They all played video games together, went bar hopping, took classes. He’d even shared an apartment with them for awhile. The two women had invited him to their wedding, but he vanished.

“Damien?” She asked hesitantly, only to be greeted with a loud cry of approval.

“You do remember Allycat!” He sounded insane. “We’re going to play a game now. Somewhere in Jemstone’s things is an address. One you should recognize. If you aren’t at that address in two hours; I’m going to blow pretty Jemstone’s brains out.”

Ally hadn’t even fully processed the sentence before she flew to Jem’s whiteboards on the wall, looking for handwriting that wasn’t the blunette’s own graceful scribble. Nothing there so she moved to the bookshelf, throwing crates of crafts and skeins of yarn to the ground. Twenty minutes gone. She heard Damien talking, but she couldn’t focus on his words as she ripped through her wife’s office.

She ran to their room, searching through Jem’s vanity. Nothing in her makeup, or in her jewelry. Nothing in their dresser or closet. Thirty minutes. Back to the office, just in time to hear Damien say something on the phone. She didn’t even realize she’d put it on speaker.

“Wakey wakey Jemstone.”

“Jem? Damien, let me talk to her! Please.” Damien made disapproving noises, like he was scolding a child.

“That’s not part of the game Allycat.”

“PLEASE!” Ally yelled, moving to her wife’s work desk and nearly throwing the laptop out of the way. One hour. Minutes later, she heard Damien singing softly.

“You’ll be too late to save her Ally, too late to say goodbye. Too late to watch her die.” He whispered, seeming to relish in the fear he caused as Ally frantically searched for a clue to where her wife was.

“What do you want?!” The woman shrieked, flinging papers and folders off of Jem’s desk as she looked.

“Well, I wanted you. I wanted her.” He said casually, before his voice turned cold and snarling. “But the two of you were too good for me, weren’t you? Leading me on and then surprise! You’re getting married. So now, I just want to return the favor. I just want to rip your heart out.”

Suddenly, Ally’s hand found it, a small notecard with one of Jem’s chocolate brown fake nails taped to it. The address, just as promised, was familiar. The apartment complex she and Jem lived in before Ally’s shelter took off. The one they’d shared with Damien. Forty-five minutes left.

“I’m coming, Bluejay.” She said firmly, well aware that the man could hear her.

Ally was laser focused, barely aware of the world as the barreled through the city into the college town, into the parking lot of a nearly abandoned apartment complex. Five minutes left.

Up seven flights of stairs and Ally was running down a familiar hallway, rushing towards a crimson door with the number 13 bolted to it. Two minutes.

Her hand gripped the handle and she pounded on the door, shoving it open, revealing Jem sitting there, tied to an old chair.

She was bruised, blood dripping from her lips as soft green eyes locked with Ally’s brown. She said something that Ally couldn’t hear. Three words and a sad smile that she couldn’t understand. Then the world imploded and echoed with the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

Ally’s screams echoed in her own ears.

I love you.

#I'm sorry #seven days of fright #sevendaysoffright #taryn talks #writing

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pandaemoniusarchive-blog · 7 years ago

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( alexander vlahos, 26, he/him) silence! can you not see his majesty, anton louis augustus luxemburg, has arrived? It seems the prince of germany is willing to compromise for peace, which is surprising when everyone calls them the lost soul. have you tried approaching them? i heard they can be rather superficial + impetuous, but their staff say that they’re energetic + compassionate.

we interrupt this broadcast to bring you courage the cowardly dog show, starring courage, the cowardly - okay, no.

hiya, i’m bella, and i’ve been lowkey stalking the tag for ages, but i was too chicken to actually apply. i live in the gmt zone, but i’m on holiday in india, so i’m currently five and a half hours ahead. my posting times might be insane bc of that, but i can’t wait to plot with all of you!!!

also, you can always contact me on my personal or skype, so call me beep me if you wanna reach me - i swear that’s the last cartoon reference i make promise ( i am probs lying ).

here’s a lil more ‘bout my bean:

you can call him whatever you like tbh

anton or louis or you bastard

he is the youngest german prince, and since their mother died birthing him, he was completely overlooked by the king who preferred franz over his other sons

basically his dad hated him

a. he wasn’t franz

b. he “killed” his mum

so daddy no like

cue dramatic teenage angst

so instead, he was raised by alexandra and friedrich - two people he loves v much

( i could have made a fairly odd godparents joke, but i promised )

i mean he likes franz too but y’know

give me love, franz by ed sheeran feat. anton - a new single, coming soon to bern

anyway, so anton was never the favourite anything

he wasn’t the golden boy like franz, never destined to be king

but he also wasn’t the beloved daughter of the late king like alexandra

or militarily supported like friedrich

or even missed like maximilian, who may not have been liked in life but was remembered in death enough times

( also okay he never really knew maximilian so he gets a lil salty when someone talks about him )

( lookin at u friedrich )

basically, he’s the political equivalent of one of queen elizabeth’s corgis

he’s got an in with the palace, but he’s kinda decorative at this point

that’s why he’s called the lost soul

plus his dad would accuse him of killing his mother every now and then so he doesn’t exactly think the best of himself

< / 3

i mean, he functions as a prince: he can secure an alliance through marriage, but like.

that’s about it tbh, he doesn’t have a PURPOSE, which has driven him up the wall

so he’s become a bit of a brat

he does what the others can’t openly do - basically he’s a royal mess

he just has a bunch of fun tbh; he likes to drink and sleep around and shit like that

he takes full advantage of the fact that he’s a prince but has no ~ duties

though he’s a party boy with some restraint

also he’s gay and biromantic because i am just gonna go with it

( he’d rather not with labels but for the sake of explanation )

mostly prefers men but it’s not an issue

give me a german advisor or some diplomat or servant or anything because forbidden relationships are the best

can i make a romeo and juliet joke

except romeo and jules too because #gay

he’s a casual emo ( a part-time emo, if you like ) who likes to read and paint and go on long rides and hang around by himself with his dog otto

but he’s also a very sociable person at times, and there’s scarcely a person he doesn’t get on with so all the friends

unless someone is an asshole. then he doesn’t.

all anton really wants is for all the family shit to end ‘cause he’s sick of it

like please stop fighting i’m getting a headache

why can’t you all just love each other

he may be the 17th Century equivalent of the LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE kid

........

okay so he’s got his own lil dynamics with his siblings, but i imagine he has his opinions about their significant others etc etc ???

give me relationships with that too pls i beg

also he probs gets along with franz’ kids ????

um um okay so what else i am horrid at these

he’s in a full-time relationship with his hair

he really doesn’t ever want to get married, and i suspect he’ll act like a goddamn brat to keep it from happening

all he really wants is love but he’s prickly af about it

you can probably find him in the library or outside

may or may not treat a wine glass like an appendage

he is 100% loyal to the people he cares about

but he’s a lil bit broken from all the childhood drama

literally any kind of connection would work; come at him

people his age he might have met at court??? ( he’s 26 so )

people who hate him? people he hates?

old friends? new friends? fun friends? anything?

can you tell i just woke up from a nap

also his theme song is probably either candy by aaron carter (wow remember him?)

or arsonist’s lullabye by hozier

or teen idle by marina and the diamonds

...teen arsonist’s candy ?????

i don’t make the rules that’s what it is

anyway, HIT ME UP OR LIKE THIS POST TO PLOT!!!!!!! i’m up for anything!!!

and also! here’s some more general info:

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Anton Louis Augustus Luxemburg Nickname(s): Ana, Ant, you idiot Age: 26 Date of Birth: March 29th, 1638 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: No thanks Religion: Protestant Political Affiliation: Uninterested Occupation: None Language(s) Spoken: German, English, French and Latin Accent: German/French

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Alexander Vlahos Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Light Blue Height: 1.78 m Build: Lean Clothing Style: Intricate and fashionable Usual Expression: Lazy smile Distinguishing Characteristics: Has a scar on his shoulder from a childhood accident

FAMILY

Father: † King Ferdinand Luxemburg Mother: † Marie Liesel Luxemburg Sibling(s):

Franz Karl Luxemburg

Alexandra Liesel Luxemburg

Friedrich Konrad Luxemburg

† Maximilian Hans Luxemburg

Spouse: None Children: None Pet(s):

A black Spaniel named Otto

A mare named Dafne

FAVOURITES

Weather: Summer Colour: Gold - he wears it as often as he can, usually on the cuffs of his shirts or the lining of his coats Music: Antonio Cesti’s opera Sport: Riding Beverage: Red wine - and lots of it Food: Roast duck and potatoes of any sort Animal: Dogs

CHARACTER FLAWS.

absent-minded / abusive / addicted / aimless / alcoholic / aloof / anxious / arrogant / audacious / has bad habits / bigmouthed / bigoted / blunt / bold / callous / childish / cruel / cursed / dependent / dishonest / disloyal / disturbed / dubious / egotistical / envious / erratic / fanatical / fickle / fierce / finicky / flirty / gluttonous / gruff / gullible / hedonistic / humourless / hypocritical / idiotic / ignorant / illiterate / immature / impatient / impious / impish / impulsive / incompetent / indecisive / indifferent / infamous / intolerant / judgemental / lazy / lewd / liar / lustful / masochistic / meddlesome / meek / megalomanic / naïve / nosey /obsessive / oppressive / overambitious / overemotional / overprotective / overzealous / paranoid / peevish / perfectionist / pessimistic / phobic / rebellious / reckless / remorseless / rigorous / sadistic / sarcastic / sceptic / seducer / selfish / self-martyr / self-righteous / senile / shallow / smart ass / solemn / spineless / spiteful / spoiled / squeamish / stubborn / superstitious / tactless / temperamental / theatrical / timid / tongue-tied / unlucky (with love) / unpredictable / untrustworthy / vain / weak-willed / withdrawn

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure education: qualified / unqualified / studying criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated has a child or children / has no children / wants children close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / it's complicated

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / un-cultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / unknown

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / unsure sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious. potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

HIT ME UP OR LIKE THIS IF YOU’D LIKE TO PLOT!!!!

#crowns.intro #so much word vomit #but SO EXCITED #( about. )#( muse. )

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worldcakecakecake · 8 years ago

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Good Luck Friedrich

A series of video diaries by Isabella Beilschmidt for her baby brother, Friedrich, where she details and explains the lives of their hectic family.

Hey look I managed update on this, woo! As always, I’m very slow with this one and just be patient. Hope you enjoy!

Video 1.2

Luckily, the very hospital Feliciano had given birth six times before was the closest one, just before reaching the nearest village. It was a late night and the staff was lounging about, a relative quietness as everything was tranquil. No commotion, no action, all to be suddenly interrupted by a loud crash. They had all jolted suddenly, looking around them for the explanation.

“I wasn’t the only one who heard that, right?” One nurse asked.

“No, must have been-”

The doors crashed open and in came the familiar blond twins, carrying with them their haggard, heavy breathing, omega father who desperately depended on the hold his two sons had of him to stand.

“Sorry for crashing the car at one of your posts, but my dad is about to have his baby, so please just help him!”

“Oh mercy, right away.” A nurse instantly went to begin the preparations, two other ones coming to aid the twins.

“Soft breathing, Feliciano, soft breathing, we thought you had learned already,” one of them told him. Feliciano was in too much pain to say something back.

As the hospital began to take sudden life dealing with this, the rest of the Beilschmidt-Valenti finally came down from the car, tired expressions, and still shaken by that crashing experience.

“And I thought driving with papa was bad enough,” Isabella commented, her, Analiese, and Giovanna trying to tame the wildness their hair took after the speed, the turns, the halting, pulled and stepped on from that ride.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you guys brought me here dressed like this.” Analiese was angered at showing herself in a now stained nightdress, slippers, and no makeup.

“We were kind of in a hurry if you didn’t notice. It’s just the hospital, Ana."

“Oh, what do you know, Bella! An agent could find me here! Or perhaps I’ll find love with a hunky French nurse,” she dramatized as always.

“Uuu, where them French hunky nurses at then?” Alessandro hoped, looking to the halls of the hospital expectantly.

“You know, you guys should be more excited about having a new sibling,” Aldrich commented.

“Trust me, after the fourth, we just got used to it,” Heinrich said, which Isabella looked to insulted, since she was the fourth.

A nurse then came over, clipboard on her hands, signing and organizing, catching up to meet the six of them. “Well, what a night this will be. Are you all okay?”

“I want to meet the baby!” Giovanna shouted expectantly.

“You will soon child,” she said sweetly to her, “but where’s your alpha father? Ludwig has always been the one to bring him here and join him in the birth process."

“He had an interview for a promotion in Munich,” Heinrich answered.

“He decided to go, with Feliciano pregnant?”

“The doctors were sure that the baby wasn’t coming till July.”

She groaned as she wrote down on her clipboard. “Well, someone has to be in there to give him some support. Any of you over eighteen?”

“Seventeen, sorry,” Alessandro raised his hand.

“Then how did you even get here without any other family members?”

They all zipped their mouths in silence, even the eldest standing rigidly not sure on what they could actually say without getting them into trouble.

“I could go in,” Isabella volunteered, hoping to drift the topic away.

“How old are you?”

“…thirteen.”

She thought it over, looking about the hospital, to her clipboard, before she gave up with a sigh and decided. “The staff will just have to understand. Come on, we have to properly dress you and I have to prepare you mentally for the things you’re about to see.”

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” Isabella was confident, joining her side as they headed inside through the double doors.

“The rest of you wait here, a nurse will later come out with news,” were her last words before she went along.

They nervously took seats in the lobby, wrapped in the jackets that Aldrich had kindly took for them. Alessandro checked his phone to see that he had already received countless of messages from Ludwig, asking if they arrived to the hospital, if they were attending Feliciano, if they were all safe, if the baby was even born yet, asking for gender, was it an alpha or an omega, even for damn pictures.

Calm down, –he’d never thought he’d see the day in which he’d actually write that to his alpha father- we just arrived to the hospital and they instantly took papa in. I’ll call you if anything, Alessandro had texted him, then settling in his chair hoping he could take back the sleeping hours the emergency took away from them, but truth was none of them could. In actuality they were excited, they were nervous, they were eager. It was a new family member, entering suddenly without warning. They worried over their omega father, who was surely going through intense pain at the moment. Would he be all right? Will the baby come out all right? Would Isabella be able to witness something like that? They had heard a couple of birthing horror stories, but there was nothing they could really do but wait and inform family members and friends of the situation.

This was all in their omega father’s hands.

Hours passed, until most of them couldn’t deal with the waking stress and ended up sleeping, cuddling between each other over the hospital lobby chairs. New daylight began to enter, just as the double doors harshly swung open, the bang enough to wake all five suddenly, ready to act.

“Is everything all right?” Heinrich was the first to ask, rather sudden to the nurse who was coming forward with a calm and gentile smile.

“Congratulations, you have a beautiful, healthy little omega brother, and your father is doing excellent.”

They all glowed with the news, excited gasps and looking among each other with joy, especially Analiese, who raised her arms in victory. “Finally, another omega! I was getting sick of me and papa being the only ones.” She already inched forward, as if it was enough of a permission for her to see the baby first. The rest moved just as forward as her, the nurse reading the beg in their eyes.

“Can we go in and see them?”

“It’s only fair!”

“Please, please, please, please, can we, can we, can we,” Giovanna begged, coming close and even grabbing at the nurse’s robe.

“If you all would have let me finish, I was going to tell you-” she went and held the doors open for them, “-right this way.”

They all gave their own shrills of excitement and headed in, down continuous halls until they met Isabella, who was just coming out of the room, exhausted, blood shot eyes, awake and tense. She was so sensitive that Alessandro’s hidden chuckle was enough to perk and notice all her brothers and sisters before her, right when she was coming out for a breath.

“Wow, you seem completely sane, Bella,” Alessandro joked.

“I-I am, no-no big deal! I-I’ve seen worst,” she clearly lied, a clear sign being the way she moved her hands as if to cover more the look of trauma in her face.

“So? Can we go in?” Analiese asked excitedly, pointing to the door that she knew their papa must be trying to rest with baby in hand.

“Go ahead, but please be silent, the baby is resting and papa is still hurting and really tired.” Isabella offered to open the door for them, and one by one they headed in, trying to find space in the small room Feliciano was giving to birth and rest.

Luckily the nurses had been quick in riding all the ugly and blood stained things, so everything seemed clean, and although Feliciano did seem paler, dejected on his bed, it still wasn’t enough to take away the strong hold he gave to the bundle in his arms, his smile, and the loving gaze he gave to the newborn. With the child only being but a couple of minutes, there was nothing distinguishable about it. The only visible feature was his face, as bubbly and cute as any baby, in serene sleep, the bundle being a blanket of baby chicks that their uncle Gilbert had gotten specifically for this new coming child, head covered with a little puppy beanie that used to belong to Aldrich. No matter, the little thing was enough for all to smile, to come close curious, having to hold themselves from cooing or asking for Feliciano to get a turn in holding him. It was best to leave them as they were until a nurse came over or Feliciano deemed it. Aldrich and Giovanna were the closest to get to the bed, gripping the sheets, Isabella and Heinrich holding them from actually getting on the bed to join their papa.

“He’s soooo cuuuuteeeee,” Analiese complimented in quiet, face blushing, eyes practically watering.

Feliciano smiled, agreeing. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful darling,” Feliciano whispered to the baby, holding him ever closer, face inching close to his to take in his new scent, to touch their noses and then lay a simplistic kiss on his little forehead that was enough to create new movements and an adorable yawn that earned the woo of everyone in the room, inching the ever closer, Alessandro being the one to bring a hand to hold with a free one Feliciano held out, soothing him still from continuous pain, but at least his family and finally seeing their new little member was enough to dim it out.

A sudden vibration was enough to crack the silence, that of Alessandro’s phone, asking for an immediate Facetime talk from Ludwig. He thought it safe enough to accept.

“It’s been seven hours! Don’t stall any longer and tell me right now what-” He got his answer. The very first thing he saw was the baby, cradled nicely in Feliciano’s arms, and he was brought suddenly into the quiet and calm of the very room. He fell into the awe of his new baby, not daring to question anything else. Nothing else mattered, it looked healthy, beautiful and it was safe with its family.

He was supposed to go into a meeting room now, people rushing by him, but he stayed in his seat, co-workers seeing him smile and with a calm that was rare. Ludwig didn’t care if he was going in late, that small little thing mattered more, and he would risk whatever punishment for this small little moment of love, devotion and proudness.

“Isn’t he a beautiful omega, caro?” Feliciano began, “the nurses said it has your eyes, and look.” Very slowly, he moved the beanie upward enough to reveal brown hair, a couple of small little curls already standing, but still not enough. Ludwig easily knew that it would grow into the curls of its omega father.

“Your hair,” Ludwig said with a chuckle.

After a silence of only watching Feliciano cradling the baby ever closer to him, guilt reigned on him, wishing he could quit all this and drive back to all of them to be there for this dear moment.

“Beilschmidt!” A man from the meeting room called, commanding with his stare that he should be inside.

“Einen Augenblick!” He called, not ever leaving his stare from the phone.

“Caro, about the name…” Feliciano wanted to leave one thing clear before he had to hang up.

“You want to do what I suggested?” Ludwig was already guessing.

Feliciano nodded. “Yes, I think it would be fitting.”

Ludwig smiled, in it the assurance that it would be that name.

“Turn the phone,” he called, and so Alessandro pointed the camera to the rest of them.

No, he wasn’t doing it to scold them, to glare at them, to blame them, no, he seemed genuinely happy, even more so at watching them all together, safe, joyful about this very moment as he was.

“I’m definitely proud of all of you. You did excellently and had shown me well that you can take good care of yourselves as well as your father. I hope you do just as well taking care of your younger brother while I’m away.”

“Of course we’ll take care of him! We’ll love him and protect him lots!” Giovanna jumped excitedly with promise.

“I can’t believe you even doubted us,” Isabella said.

“I didn’t doubt you, I was just nervous. I never wanted any of you to have to go through this panic and worry, and I was afraid what it could suddenly drive you all to do."

“I brought us all here fine, vatti. You shouldn’t put all this weight on only yourself, we’re a family and you know that we’ll do everything for each other,” Alessandro assured.

“You know that you can trust us for anything, we’ll make it,” Heinrich added.

They loved that this new smile was because of them, a realization in his eyes about who they were becoming. His twin boys had grown, nearing adulthood and they showed the strength to deal with disastrous situations as this. Although Analiese and Isabella still held their youth of teens, he could spot in them the coming of powerful womanhood that made them shine the taller and proud. Aldrich and Giovanna, he would relish more on their childhood, it was dear and he needed to continue to be there for them to be as strong as their older siblings. It was the same guidance he would give to their new addition. He wished he could take one last look at his mate, holding the dear little bundle, but he needed to go into the meeting, his co-worker was tapping angrily at the door.

“Ich liebe Sie alle,” he wished lastly.

“Wir lieben dich auch,” they all told him lastly, and the call was then gone.

Alessandro hid the phone, their happiness continuing with just starring and meeting if even dimly their new sibling.

“What’s the name you and vatti are going to give him?” Aldrich asked, his hand reaching to leave a gentle hand on the bundle. It was kind and sweet so Feliciano didn’t mind it.

Feliciano gave one rubbing of Aldrich’s hair, then a hand cradling on the back of his new baby boy, being careful, watching, already in his mind that name being called, already his…

“Friedrich…Friedrich…” Isabella called sweetly, the camera showing the newborn resting upon a potent shoulder, one that it had been its resting place for the past three days. His eyes had opened to reveal a big blue, impressed, interest in everything new around him, including the device one of his elder sisters held close to him. Maybe he wanted to try and reach a hand and touch it, but at the same time he had calloused hands holding him, careful in the patting and rubbing it gave the baby’s back. It was so good for the baby, it easily settled back on the shoulder, on the chest the rest of his body laid in, head leaning against a pale neck, eyes shutting in the close of a new coming sleep.

“Is he going to sleep?” Ludwig whispered.

“About to, yep,” Isabella answered him.

“Can I hold him now?” Giovanna asked, laying upon Ludwig’s lap in waiting, with a question Isabella had caught in her camera for about ten times already.

“You held him enough already before I arrived, I have to make up for the days I wasn’t here,” Ludwig excused, standing finally from the couch, but being extra careful as to not make any sudden movements that could awake him. It was hard when he had to avoid tripping over any of the dogs, who currently were looking up to the baby, excited to be close to it or even just watching out for it, even if it was in the hands of its alpha father.

He moved over to the kitchen, Isabella pointing the camera so one could see their uncle Roderich, aunt Elizabeta, and Feliciano rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator.

“Okay, so we need butter, chicken -”

“Lemon juice!” Elizabeta called out after she couldn’t find it.

“Make sure to bring a lot of tomatoes, there isn’t enough for your zio Lovino,”

“Nutmeg!” Roderich added.

“Got it!” Alessandro had written it all down, the camera now pointing to his figure on the counter, writing in a paper where he had everything.

“Welp,” he stood, taking a pair of sunglasses to wear and straightening his jacket, a prepared stride in his walk as he headed out, hands extended as if he was a god all should bow down to. “Whose going to join me on this epic quest, I’m driving!” He took the keys from the key holder and was already heading outside.

“Please, Roderich, Elizabeta, go with him,” Ludwig begged.

“I’m sure Ale will do fine, besides Feliciano needs help!”

“I’m all right, I really can’t do much until Alessandro gets everything.”

“Can I go with him, papa?” Aldrich suddenly asked, pointing to the exit that Alessandro just took.

“Can I too?” Giovanna wanted to join as well.

“Of course!” He brought them close to rub both their blond hairs, kissing their cheeks and heads. “I’m naming you watchers in making sure Alessandro brings just the right amount of tomatoes.”

“Lots and lots!” Giovanna knew.

“That’s my girl! Now go.” They instantly ran off, but not before taking their jackets from a rack at the front.

Heinrich and Analiese then came down from upstairs, rushing to join their brothers as well to leave.

“You guys are going too?” Feliciano asked.

“There’s a music store near the market and I need to buy a piece for the trumpet. Hopefully I can fix it tonight,” Heinrich said, taking his own jacket, and even offering Analiese’s pink branded one.

“And my space pallet eye shadow just ran out! I’m going to the pharmacy!” A true emergency to the girl.

“Is everyone going to leave then?”

“Seems like it,” Roderich said, helping his wife with her own jacket. They had given up to Ludwig’s plead in accompanying Alessandro in his driving.

“I think it’s best I also leave. Someone has to make sure we all arrive back in time and Alessandro doesn’t distract himself with something stupid,” Isabella added.

The camera caught the array of them picking their things, petting the dogs, and heading out to the small car that was supposed to fit all of them inside. They somehow made it work.

The last footage was Isabella wishing goodbye to Friedrich, Feliciano raising the little hand to make it seem like he was waving goodbye as well…

Off they were, leaving Ludwig, Feliciano and Friedrich alone with the house, an incredible amount of silence falling that was just odd to them after how alive it was just seconds ago.

It didn’t last long.

Another car was added to the already present ones before the house, Gilbert already running in a rush towards them.

“Where is my new nephew? I demand to meet him so he can have immediate exposure to my grandness,” he already shouted.

“Calm down and come in first!” Ludwig scolded with a roll of his eyes.

He still held the baby in his shoulder and chest. He was in no way going to offer him to his brother when they were outside, where they were so exposed and dangers lurked everywhere.

Such was the way Ludwig’s mind would get whenever a new baby came into the house.

He made sure Gilbert came in first, sat comfortably in one the couches, with no near threat, Ludwig shushing the dogs so they could stand calmly before Gilbert. Once he knew everything was secured he offered the infant, and Ludwig had no doubt about the dear hold Gilbert gave him.

“Awww, look at youuuuu, look at you, you’re so cute! Agh, I already love you so much! You’re the cutest baby! Yes, you’re the cutest! Cutest, cutest, cutest!” Gilbert coed, bringing him closer to rub his little nose with his. “I’m going to take tons of pictures of you! I’m going to buy you so many things! And I’m going to give you lots and lots and lots of love. Just you wait and see! You’d want to leave your Vatti and Papa and come with me to Berlin and you’ll be the most adorable little prince there!”

It was adorable to see Gilbert react this way to their son, but they didn’t think they could live with having another son leaving the country, especially their youngest, who was only eleven days old.

“Seriously, guys, gorgeous as the rest of them. A good job as always, Luddy my boy.” He patted him proudly, with a smirk and a wink that made the blond groan and want to hide his face in his hands.

“I did much of everything, Gilbert,” Feliciano wanted to remind.

“Of course, your genes help in making him so adorable. I have a feeling it’s going to look like you.”

Feliciano hoped, three of his boys already looked more like Ludwig, and although each had a touch from the omega, it was still nice to have one that was mostly him, with only Ludwig’s eyes as trace of the alpha father.

“And what did you name this wonderful little cutie? You guys kind of wanted to leave it a surprise,” he wondered, thinking that perhaps they named him after some close or distant family member as they always did.

He continued to look down to him, making little faces to get his attention, a strong and caring hold that Ludwig feared it would be hard to take the baby from. Feliciano gave a smile to Ludwig, and the blond shared it with him, a hand going to bring him close to him by his waist.

“Friedrich,” Feliciano said.

Gilbert’s expression suddenly got serious, looking up to them, but his hold was still as dear, if even more know if they actually did what he thought they did.

“Friedrich Gilbert actually, Friedrich Gilbert Beilschmidt,” Ludwig completed.

They expected some sort of instant reaction, but Gilbert remained frozen, the only movement his turns from looking to the baby, to its parents.

“You…oh god, you…you named it after me?” he acknowledged, with a taken and loving look in his eyes.

Friedrich was a Prussian historical figured that Gilbert adored. He wrote most of his papers in college, including his thesis, on him, in his collection having one the flutes he used to own. He constantly joked that if by some powerful miracle he ended up having a child that would be the sure name he would give him. He didn’t have any children, and being in his forties, he found it a less likely chance, besides, having his seven nieces and nephews, one even with the name he adored so much, was sufficiently enough. And then they actually gave him his name, the little beautiful thing even wearing a little footsie pajama of childish knight soldiers with clear Teutonic symbols.

“Our son deserved to have a name modeling someone strong that has helped us in ways that we think we can never repay,” Ludwig told him.

“We thought a name could be enough,” Feliciano smiled.

“Oh god it’s, it’s-” he continued to gaze to the baby, their eyes meeting, smiling, Gilbert even beginning to tear, blowing, having to raise his fingers to stop any that shed. He only managed one, he couldn’t control the rest that did.

“You guys! I can’t believe you’re making me cry! That is not cool!” But that didn’t stop him, that didn’t stop from Ludwig and Feliciano smiling so dearly, from Gilbert bringing his new nephew closer, forehead against his, lips laying gentle kisses on that nose, starring eyes with big smile, so much new love and commitment ready to be given.

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*dancing* My new therapist will be covered by my insurance! ^__^

And this new-patient appointment couldn’t come any sooner. After a month+ of a depression episode along the lines of ones I had *prior* to me being medicated, I’m now having a hell of a lot of anxiety which, again, should be taken care of by my medication.

I need...I need help is what I need. I’m struggling accepting the new dynamic between my parents and I and how they’re overcompensating for how i was raised. I also need to come to terms with a couple of my past addictions and where I am with them now as far as coping mechanisms go. And I need someone to show me how to spot a certain type of person I fall in with easily because I need to avoid them in the future. It just ends up with me being shit on and I’m tired of that.

I’ve gone over the parent thing before, but I’ll sum up some of it and bring you to where we are now because there’ve been...updates.

Essentially I was raised by emotionally immature parents, who were not aware of the effect they had on their two young children. I was then continually bullied by them in lieu of having actual bullies in school due to my being home schooled.

When we were taken out of the public school system, we were isolated and taught that differing opinions from mom and dad were to be punished with ridicule and infantilization and ablism. We saw that others with different opinions were called stupid, dumb, idiotic, should not be allowed to procreate, and if my sister or I exhibited a potential leaning towards that way of thinking we were picked on, and made to feel ashamed. I did not learn to disagree. I learned to bow my head and accept that what my parents told me was law, whatever it was. I never questioned it either because I had no other information coming in. I had very few friends, and the few I hung out with I didn’t do so often, and the others were online friends I couldn’t be sure were real people until much later (sorry Leah and Kellie, but how was I supposed to know awesome people actually existed???).

I was convinced because of my parents that I was unworthy of marriage unless I had a certain set of skills because clearly I was not attractive enough to date - and yes, this was something they indicated was my unattractiveness. And some of those skills I just don’t have (cooking *narrows eyes*...the kitchen and I have an understanding and it’s that the oven submits to me, I can use the convoluted can opener, and i know where all the things are stored. Also the dishwasher. Everything else likes to...disagree with me).

Often throughout my childhood and into my teens I realized i was being raised by an older brother and sister, not by parental figures. They were not prepared to have a child when they had me. {Also there’s a conversation Kaernak and I keep having where potentially my younger sister is actually potentially a half-sister or a cousin raised by my parents because my aunt on my mother’s side wasn’t in a good relationship and/or less prepared than my parents to care for a child. The reason for this being the absolutely uncanny and frankly disturbing similarity between my sister and my aunt in appearance. I have not yet brought this up with my parents. (If you would like a couple examples of this familial scan-troversy - that’s a scandal and a controversy in one - then PM me and I’ll see what I can do for you). )

My parents’ emotional immaturity is coupled with the fact that they are functioning alcoholics and have been my entire life. They’re the socially acceptable version of alcoholic. As they’ve grown older, they’ve become more aware of how they could have been better parents earlier, and have tried to make amends now that my sister and I are no longer living in their house. As the eldest, they realize they fucked me way over, and now that I live an hour away they’re still failing on certain aspects of making it up to me, but they’re trying. At least they’ve been...mostly supportive as of late (which is really fucking weird because literally not six months ago I was having to justify everything to them and they still didn’t take it as legitimate. And now it’s like...oh of course you’re xyz darling, we love you and will support you however you need. And also we’re gonna make sure you’re taken care of financially. Which is why I’m reluctant to bring this kind of shit up to them, because I like that they’ve got the money to spare on me since they claimed never to have any while I was growing up (and yet somehow our collection of computers only grew????).

So there’s that. That was a much longer summation than I intended. But a lot of it was coupled with the “where I am now” thing so that’s ... progress.

Now on to the addictions thing. I was a smoker for a brief period of time but it was enough. Occasionally I’ll have a shit day and all I want is a cigarette or two (or three) to ease everything. It’s not a great coping mechanism but it’s what I had at the time. I also struggle with “how much drinking is too much drinking” because of the previously mentioned functioning alcoholism that runs in my family. And on top of both of those things, I was a heavy pot smoker for a number of years (which is why cigarettes were such a easy addiction to come into). I used it to escape my problems and self-medicate for my two main mental illnesses - which was like the worst thing for them because it made my anxiety skyrocket and my depressions crash harder. Anyway, occasionally I get cravings, and it’s usually in the form of “Hey, unhealthy coping mechanism, come here!” Drinking has been cut back IMMENSELY thanks to Kaernak. He also does not put up with smoking, so I haven’t reverted back to cigarettes since I met him. And I’m no longer associated with anyone who smokes pot, so I can’t be tempted. And these are all good, but on those days where unhealthy coping mechanisms look like good ideas, I need something else to do.

And now for the last part: identifying and avoiding a certain type of person.

I want all of my current mutuals to understand that NONE OF YOU FIT THIS BILL. Okay? Now that I’ve got that covered...

I tend to find myself drawn to a certain type of person when I’m allowed to choose my friends on my own. This person tends to be the victim in everything, blames everyone else for their problems, has a perception of themselves as the main character in the story and never as the supporting character to anyone else. They tend to be very emotionally young, though they may be more “mature” than others their age, which makes it easy to hide this sort of thing for longer.

These people tend to draw me in with the victim thing cause I have a savior complex. I believe I can help people out of their hole and all it takes is showing them the right kind of positivity and love that they say they don’t get anywhere else. It’s something I’ve been working on, but I don’t realize it’s happened until it’s too late so a lot of this is like “shit I should have recognized a, b, and c behavior!” but I didn’t.

My sister was the greatest offender of these things. She’s exceptionally self-centered and has been her whole life. My parents only fed into this, and now she’s an adult who has her own life and she’s siphoning money out of my parents under the guise of being unable to afford food and necessities using her paycheck alone, but she somehow always has a new item(s) of clothing that she *just* bought and isn’t it so cute and stylish though she has 10 just like it but this one is more new that the last 5 and more stylish than the first 5 because those were from x number of years ago and while they’re still functional, they’re? somehow? not wearable????

She also plays the victim in any disagreement we have. For example, during Xmas, we had a misunderstanding about the seating at the table she and her boyfriend and me and my boyfriend were going to be sitting at. I’d moved chairs I did’t know I wasn’t supposed to (Because no one told me??), and I misunderstood her seating arrangement because her shit was in the middle of the table and I picked a side for her and her boyfriend to sit on. She wouldn’t listen to me, and we got snippy. She was somehow the victim even though there was no victim or victor. It was my fault for everything, and I apologized and attempted to walk away to avoid further escalation and somehow that was wrong too. Staying and explaining was wrong, leaving and apologizing was wrong, and I couldn’t win. This is so standard for our interactions that I don’t always remember what the fuck she was mad about the last time, because it’s fucking stupid every time and it’s that she thinks she understands what I’m saying and when I explain she was wrong, she’s like “that’s exactly what I was saying the whole time you don’t listen” even though she wasn’t saying anything close to that at all.

I’ve now had two former best friends who fit that bill where they’re the victim, they’re the one who is always right, and if you disagree with them and show them why they’re wrong, they claim they knew that already and that you’re the one wrong. Gaslighting is their argument method, and you can’t win against them. They’re determined to be a heroine without fault, determined that they’re the princess who needs saving but also can somehow handle things on her own. They’re the girls who claim they’re Buffy, claim they’re Bella (or whoever is the lead in any similar books), claim they’re Ana and waiting for their Christian Grey to shower them in money, gifts and food.

And...well it’s hard to deal with that. The last one, she’s young and hopefully she’ll grow out of it, or she’ll learn that people won’t let themselves be treated like that. The one prior to her...well that’s what ended our relationship in the end. I wouldn’t let her be the victim and pull me down with her. My second act of defiance against her and she couldn’t handle it.

My sister...well that’s...that’s something I need to discuss along with my parental issues.

You see, I have a lot of this on lockdown. I’m medicating the worst things, and I’m just...I need more coping mechanisms because the ones I’ve acquired from research and life experience either aren’t cutting it or aren’t healthy for me

Anyway. The boyfriend and I are probably having dinner with my parents tomorrow. Does anyone know what you talk to your parents about when you can’t discuss work because you also work with them? I find myself at a loss.

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