#also her not taking anyone's shit and standing up for herself and her picnics would put her in his favour I think

[groovyfrog420]

I think they'd get along

Shadow Milk seems like he'd enjoy sharing some tea (methaphorical and literal) with Cherry Blossom. The stories he tells her might be a bit biased and warped, but she's supportive either way!

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[rosemaryandarsenic]

The Graduate

Gareth x fem!reader [abt 3k] A one shot, I might add more later? Best friends to lovers, summer, childhood, pining, crushes, a kiss. Reader and Gareth are both 18 in this, and Hawkins is “normal”, at least for them at this point. It’s graduation day, and there's a party to be had. 

Warnings: Slight spicy content, mentions of smut, implied smut. Substance abuse. Minors DNI, 18+. Tried to keep reader looks general, but she’s plus sized :)

Inspired by Every Breath You Take by The Police (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs)

Gareth sat at one of the picnic tables outside of Hawkins High, still clothed in his graduation cap and gown, cigarette in hand. The ceremony had ended hours ago, but he wanted to sit outside one last time. Its not like he would miss the place, but it felt like not saying goodbye was wrong somehow. So he sat, openly smoking a cigarette and chuckling to himself as he reminisced. 

“Hey you.” Y/N said, wandering up to him with a smile. 

She stole his cigarette from his hands, taking a drag.

“Hey yourself.” He chuckled, swiping the cigarette back playfully. 

“Whatchya doin’?” She asked, hopping up on the table next to him.

He shrugged. 

They sat together smoking for a bit, silently.

“You going to the party later?” Y/N broke the silence. 

There was a graduation blast at Mark Cooks house that night, the whole school had been invited, including the “freaks”. 

“Free booze, who can say no to that.” Gareth said, “Eddie’s picking me up at like, 7?” 

Y/N nodded.

“You wanna come over first?” He elbowed her gently. 

“Yeah,” she elbowed him back, “I’m just gonna wear that I have on. I don’t feel like going back home and dealing with my dad today.”

He shook his head, mockingly making a serious face. “You gotta change, no one will talk to you if you’re looking like that.”

Feigning indignation, Y/N threw her hand over her chest. “What? You’re telling me this now?”

“I was going to tell you this morning but I didn’t think you brought anything to change into, y’know?” He gestured to her outfit, a pretty blue sundress. “Gonna give Munson a nosebleed.”

She laughed loudly, turning pink. “Anyone could wear literal garbage bags and Munson would still be foaming at the mouth.” 

“Anyone?” Gareth raised his eyebrows. 

“Shut up.” She groaned, throwing him the bird.

He grinned, and flipped her off in return.

“Now I wanna change,” she mumbled, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

He groaned internally, regretting saying anything. As much as he was right about Eddie’s horniness, he also secretly didn’t want her to change. The way her skirt was flipping in the wind was…distracting. If it wasn’t y/n, Gareth would be staring too.

“Nah, its fine. Promise.” He poked her knee, trying to lighten the mood.

She groaned and shifted, standing. “Fiiinee.”

Gareth hopped up, standing next to her before offering her his arm. “Lets get out of this shit hole before they decide we gotta stay another year.”

She laughed, taking his arm and skipping towards his car. “Please.”

…

They sat outside, waiting as Eddie’s van rumbled towards Gareth’s house. You could hear it a mile away, screeching, with Iron Maiden blaring from the open windows. He rolled up, pushing the passenger door open from the passenger side. 

“Your chariot, Gareth the Great.” He yelled, glancing at Gareth before catching sight of Y/N. “M’lady.” He nodded, a little flush covering his cheeks. 

Gareth hopped in, shoving aside the little pit of jealousy in his stomach. It’s just Eddie, he does this with everyone. 

“Hey Eds!” Y/N said, pulling open the back door and climbing in, carefully situating herself in the back among the pillows and beer cans.

“Jesus, did you rob a liquor store on the way here?” She asked, waving at the bottles and packs of beer piled in the back. 

“I’m 21 now, so I thought I’d pull a few favors.” Eddie laughed.

“A few.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

The drive to Mark’s house was short, thankfully, with Eddie’s driving. Y/N was used to it, but she clung to the door none the less, sliding around as he whipped around corners. 

“Watch the goods,” Gareth mumbled, getting a raised eyebrow from Eddie before he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Y/N tumbling around. 

“Sorry y/n.” He said, sheepishly, slowing down a little. 

They pulled into the gated community, and parked behind the crowd of cars parked in the long ass driveway leading the Cooks house. It was practically a mansion, with people sprawled in the lawn and on the porch, drinks in hand and music blaring. 

Y/N spotted some of the girls from band, and waved happily as Robin’s gangly arms reached above the crowd, waving back. 

“I’ll be back!” She said as she ran, jumping into robins hug and squealing as the group erupted in choruses of “CONGRATULATIONS!!”. 

Eddie stood next to Gareth, watching Y/N run, and looking away hurriedly as her skirt rode up, exposing the dimples on the back of her thighs. Gareth didn’t turn away, eyes lingering a second longer at the exposed flesh and the way her legs rubbed together. The dress situation may be worse than I thought, he wandered to himself, as he tried not to stare at the pudge of her stomach and the way it curved into the slope of her hips. 

“Stare any longer and I’m getting a bucket of cold water.” Eddie chuckled, ripping him out of his trance. 

“Fuck.” Gareth muttered under his breath, giving Eddie the side eye. 

“S’fine,” he said, “She didn’t notice.”

Gareth grunted, turning back towards the van. “You need help carrying any of this shit?”

Eddie’s attention easily shifted to unloading the van, and he handed Gareth several cases of beer to carry inside. Gareth made his way to the kitchen, where the party was starting to pick up as dusk fell. Mark was hovering there, red cup in hand, yelling as he jumped from group to group, already drunk.

‘HEY MAN” he hollered, grabbing Gareth’s shoulders as he set down the beer. “Grab a drink! Welcome! Is Y/N here with you?” He prodded.

Gareth tensed up, avoiding the question. “Thanks, she’s somewhere around.” He said, as he spotted her across the room, now hovering by Robin on the sofa. She was talking to Steve Harrington, animatedly waving her hands, eyes wide. Gareth grabbed a cup and quickly poured some red punch in, it smelled like acetone but he chugged it anyway. Watching her interact with other guys shouldnt bother him. We’re just friends, he chided himself. They have been since elementary school. He still remembered the day they met, the way she’d been hunched in the corner of the cafeteria with a book. Encyclopedia Brown, he’d mocked, as she looked up at him with a scowl. “If you’re too stupid to read books that are actually interesting, just say so.” She’d stated. He’d read the whole series that summer and they’d been friends ever since. 

“Slow down there!” He came back to reality, as he heard a voice behind him. Eddie was behind him, looking slightly concerned as he’d watched Gareth angrily chug three cups full of punch. 

“It’s not even nine yet, man.” Eddie laughed, bumping Gareth over as he reached over the punch bowl to hand someone a beer. Gareth nodded, feeling the effects hit him already. 

The night rolled on, as everyone celebrated, games of beer pong lifting the mood as Madonna blared over the speakers. Y/n had gravitated to Eddie’s side by the pool, smoking a blunt as she watched the groups around her. Eddie was simultaneously dealing and smoking, his eyes sparkling as he weighed out a variety of drugs and pocketed cash.

She laid on his shoulder, head feeling hazy. 

“You good?” He stopped, tapping her head as she sat there. She nodded. 

“Too high for people.” She mumbled, and he laughed, letting her sit there. 

“You want me to take a break? We can go dance.” He said.

She perked up. “Yes!” She jumped up to quick and stumbled.

“Whoa there,” Steve said a few feet away, reaching out for her arm.

“I got it, s’fine.” She giggled, and Steve rolled his eyes. 

Grabbing her hand, Eddie led her inside where the music was loudest. Gareth sat on the carpet, back against the wall, nursing his own cup and watching as the room swirled. 

“Gare bear!” Y/N hollered, seeing him and running over on wobbly legs. “Dance with us!” She twirled, reaching for Gareth and pulling Eddie with her other hand. 

Gareth groaned, standing, and made his way toward the two as Y/N twirled more, her high making the music feel like it was coursing through her veins. 

Eventually, Eddie grew bored, and nudged Gareth. “Watch this one,” he whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna go get some waters.” Gareth nodded, leaning back agains the wall as he watched y/n. Her hair had fallen loose along her back, free from the braid it had been in all day. There was a soft flush along her cheeks, eyes glassy and lips pink and parted softly as she smiled. Her body swayed to the music, skirt brushing around her thick thighs, neckline shifted down, exposing her chest just a little. Metal started to blare, and she yelled excitedly, dancing harder. Gareth felt his heart pound as she leaned back, singing along, carefree and passionate. He felt his cheeks grow hot at the sight of her tracing her hands down her body, eyes shut, blissful. Maybe he’s the one who’d get the nose bleed this time. The song ended, and she finally seemed to tire, slowing as she turned to him and sidled over. 

“Hi.” She said breathlessly, leaning on him and panting a little from the movement. 

“Hi.” He said, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around her waist and nuzzle his face into her neck. He could smell her perfume, and the traces of cigarettes and weed. She was so close to him, it would be so easy. 

She sighed and he straightened his back, “maybe its time we take a break.” He laughed. 

Y/N nodded, smiling. “ITS SO LOUD IN HERE.” She said, grabbing onto his arm.

He nodded, gesturing his hand towards the pool outside. She shook her head. 

“I know a better place.” She whisper shouted into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Maybe it was the weed and the booze, but he could’ve sworn he heard a change in her tone.

“Lead the way.” He said back, grabbing her hand.

She pulled them both through the crowd, leading him further into the house and towards the stairs that led to the top floor of the house. A small sign lay crumpled on the stairs - NO GOING UPSTAIRS, it said. Clearly it was ineffective he thought as they clambered up.

“Y/N, what are you-“ Gareth started to say as she cut him off with a finger to his lips. 

“Shhhhh.” She mumbled, dragging him down the hall towards one of the back rooms. 

He felt his palms get sweaty. Everyone knew what the upstairs is for at this sort of event. Its not exactly a secret that couples would sneak upstairs for some….alone time. His stomach fluttered, and he shoved it down. This was his best friend, she couldn’t possibly be… could she?

“Give me a hand.” She whispered, as she pulled him into what he recognized as the bathroom and shut the door. “Open the window.”

He obeyed, trying to cover the way his fingers were trembling a little. She looked so pretty and flushed, and his mind wanted to go to some places it should not go. Not while she was so close, in that dress. He winced as the window creaked, sliding open. 

Y/N perched herself on the window sill and slung one leg over, looking back at him. 

“Right behind you.” He whispered, trying not to heave as she swung her other leg over, revealing a pair of white lace panties underneath. She disappeared through the window and he followed her, surprised to see how flat the roof was on this section of the house. She walked a few feet over, and plopped down, pulling her hair from her face and patting the roofing next to her. Gareth sat beside her, inhaling the clear night air as he looked around him at the view. It was actually breathtaking, the lights from the party sparkling below and the lake in the distance. 

“How the hell do you know about this?” He asked, turning to her. 

She blushed a little, smiling. “Eddie and I used to hide up here from the cops.” She chuckled. 

Of course, it was Eddie. Gareth sighed a little, thinking enviously of them up here alone. He never went to parties, didn’t like them, but the rest of the gang had their fair share of long nights. For Eddie it was the dealing, for Y/N it was band. She even hung out with the cheer squad sometimes. Highschool was not as isolating for her, and he was both mad about it and happy for her at the same time. 

“What?” She poked him, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her sock. 

He shrugged, trying to find words as he watched her reach into her bra for a lighter. God damnnit. 

“Uh.” he mumbled, accepting a cigarette from her as she waited for him to reply. 

“I don’t know,” he managed, “I think maybe I drank too much punch.” 

She looked concerned, then grabbed his free hand. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as she played with his fingers. 

Finding it hard to focus, Gareths reply came slow. “S’not your fault sweetheart.” 

She grinned at the pet name. He’d seen how she reacted to it once and had mockingly used it ever since. 

She brushed her finger over his knuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?’ She said, and he nodded. 

“Mark puts like four bottles of everclear in that punch.” She laughed, and he groaned. 

“Thanks for the warning.” He laughed.

“I said I was sorry.” She giggled. 

She was staring at their entwined hands, quiet, when they both heard a thump from the open bathroom window.

“Shit.” She whispered, scooting back so no one would see them.

They waited for someone to come out the window, but no one came. Suddenly a moan echoed loudly from the window, and Gareth looked over at Y/N, eyes wide. 

She was trying to stifle a laugh as they heard another moan and a grunt. 

“Steve!” The voice said, giggling, and Y/N let out a quiet snort, unable to contain the giggles. 

“Oh shit,” they heard Steves voice, “the windows open.” Steve looked out, confused as he looked side to side, unable to see them at the angle they sat. 

“Must’ve been the wind.” He muttered, and they heard the window shut. 

Y/N let out another giggle, less quiet this time and they both dissolved in laughter. 

“Fucking Steve.” Y/N whispered, “he’s such a man whore.” 

“I don’t blame him.” Gareth whispered back, chuckling.

“Jealous?” Y/N quipped back, taking a drag from her cigarette. 

“You’re telling me if you could you would just put out all the time?” Gareth asked, leaning back.

“If I could.” Y/N giggled again. “Ill have you know I have no trouble in that department, thank you very much.”

“I didn’t mean-“ Gareth stuttered, turning pink.

“I know what you meant.” She smiled. “Its just…uh. Different for men?” She paused. 

“When I do it, people say things.”

“Things?” Gareth sat up, suddenly angry. 

“Calm your tits.” She laughed, “People are just mean. Can’t have sex without being a slut, cant be a virgin without being a prude. You know how it goes.” She sighed. 

“You’re not a slut.” Gareth whispered.

She looked over at him, their arms touching again. “I know, but thank you.” She whispered. 

“I’m also not exactly a prude,” she continued, leaning into him. “It is what it is.”

He wanted to desperately in that moment to make her feel better. There was an ache in him, reaching out. He’d had a girlfriend freshman year, talked to one or two people, but he’d never been this close with another girl before and it felt sacred. There was also something else there, something he ignored, a closeness with her that he knew was different. Sometimes it felt like lust, but mostly it felt like passion. He felt the same thing when he played his drums, all warm and buzzing, like every cell in his body was radiating with electricity. 

“Earth to Gareth.” Y/N said, reaching over to poke his nose. 

“Im here,” he laughed, “sorry.”

“Whatchya thinking?” She asked. 

He hesitated. “Just that..youre a very special person.” He blushed. 

“Special?” She whispered.

“Very.” He said. The booze was wearing off but he still felt the boldness. “To me.” He added. 

He could hear Y/N’s breath catch at the words, and felt his cheeks burn immediately. 

“I..shit, im-“ he started, regretting the awkward tension between them now, wishing he could take it back. 

She put a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Shut up for a second.” She said, looking at him intently. 

“Are you drunk?” She asked carefully. 

“No, tipsy?” He said, wondering if he should be blaming this on the alcohol. 

She nodded. “Im going to say something and I’d like you to know that Im high but like, just a little bit not a lot.” She rambled. 

He nodded, his heart pounding again.

“I…I think…I KNOW,” she paused, “that you are a very important person to me too.”

Gareth felt like the weight of the world was lifting off his shoulders, like he might float off the roof. 

“Very special?” He whispered, leaning in.

“Very.” She replied, still staring at him. He saw her gaze shift from his eyes to his lips for a split second and cracked. In one swift gesture he bridged the gap between them, smashing his lips onto hers and pulling her towards him. She leaned into it, kissing him with so much fervor he fell onto his back, pulling her on top of him. A soft moan came out of Y/N, her lips leaving his and making their way across his face, down his jaw and towards his neck. 

“Gareth…” she whined, leaving wet kisses down his neck before locking onto his lips again. 

He was gone, practically drunk on the taste of her and the feeling of her pressed against him. He never thought shed like him back, not Y/N, the perfect girl next door with the softest body and kindest eyes. Neither of them was taking care to be quiet as Y/N shrugged the flannel off his shoulders, pawing at his shirt, and moaning in his mouth like she was dying to be as close to him as possible. She was swallowing his own sounds of pleasure as he pulled away, gasping for air. They lay there for a minute, catching their breath as Gareth traced his hand up the back of her thigh. His fingers didn’t stop at the hem of her skirt, instead pushing it up slightly to feel the roundness of her butt, the hem of those lace panties making him groan softly. 

“You don’t have to stop.” She whispered, brushing her nose against him, adjusting herself into a straddle position over his lap. 

He kissed her softly this time, hand tracing the outline of her underwear up her thigh. She shuddered at the touch, cheeks blooming with red under the moonlight. 

Stopping for a moment, he reached up and cupped her face.

“Be my girlfriend, Y/N?” He begged, quietly.

She hummed, nodding, her reply a clear yes and she leaned in to kiss him again. 

“Finally.” She whispered. 

[hops-hunny]

Temptation

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x McGonagall!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Request: “Could you maybe do a Neville x reader where the reader is McGonagall's grandchild?”

Summary: Neville had never experienced temptation, till it walked by him in a pleated skirt.

Warnings: Suggestive thoughts???

A/N: I won’t even lie, this was very self indulgent. I didn’t mean to write this much but oh well! Also I noticed I read the prompt wrong and wrote this for fem reader so I apologize anon. I still hope you can find joy in this!

Temptation. Temptation was a word Neville knew well. He had heard it many upon many times. From his peers, and even some of his teachers. However, he never really understood what it felt like to experience it, to have it coursing through his very being. Well, that was until it came knocking on his door or, to put it more precisely, walking by him in a (y/h/h) robe and vanilla-lavender perfume. He didn’t expect it to have such a beautiful laugh and he certainly didn’t expect it to be McGonagall's granddaughter! No matter how many times he had heard it described to him and how many times he had heard the feeling be recited to him like one of those shit muggle pop songs, it still didn’t prepare him for the real experience itself.

Could she be anymore perfect? Anymore graceful, anymore well, tempting? She was the kind of beauty that he read about in books and the kind of beauty he saw when he looked at all the flowers that bloomed within the greenhouse. He watched, observing her beauty as she walked. His face flushed softly as he saw her eyes light up, head facing straight ahead and shoulders held high unaware of his eyes of adoration upon her. His gaze was then shifted to her hair. The way the light reflected off of the (h/c) strand made his heart race! Next was one of his favorite things, her smile. Her smile was enough to brighten anyone's day! Well...it most certainly brightened his that is. His eyes fixated on her legs, the soft sheen they held. ‘God they look smooth, like the softest of pillows, the smoothest of silks, the fluffiest, puffiest of clouds. I bet the-’ he was broken out of his thoughts as she came to a stop in front of her grandmother which made him a bit queasy to his stomach. If only McGonagall new about his thoughts...wait did she? She could be using legilimency on him this very moment and he’d have no clue. What if she was, what if she-

He jumped, squeaking softly as a hand came down hard on his shoulder causing his body to tense. And his gaze to shift to the source of the force relaxing when he saw it was Dean. 

“Hey Nev, what are you doing just standing here? Oh I see what it is!” He exclaimed smiling at his lanky friend, watching his eyes flicker back and forth between in front of him and back to himself. Neville gulped, tugging at his sleeves a bit as his shirt suddenly began to feel constraining.

“Y-you do?” he asked nervously. His throat began to feel smaller. The problem with Neville’s little…’temptation’ was that he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had feelings for people before. He had his fair share of crushes throughout the year. But she was different. See, he wasn’t the first one to notice how beautiful the girl was. Heavens no! Quite a few of his peers had noticed just how breathtaking (Y/n) was but once they saw the last name that was attached to her, that was more than enough to turn them the other way. However, the connection to her grandmother not only put up an invisible force field for suitors, but friends as well. He found himself feeling sorry for her often, he could only imagine how lonely she was. 

“Yeah, I do. You were waiting for me to find you so you could help me with my herbology homework! Man Nev, you’re such a good friend.” he said. Neville rolled his eyes noticing all of Dean’s missing coursework for herbology within his hands. As much as he loved his friend, he also couldn’t deny how unbelievably idiotic he was. Although he was disappointed in how irresponsible he was, he was also relieved he hadn’t noticed what had actually had him standing there lost in his thoughts. “Oh and I also saw you staring at McGonagall junior. I don’t blame you mate, she’s bloody fit. Have you seen her in that skirt she wears to Hogsmeade? It makes me just wanna-” Neville smacked his friend on the back again ignoring his groan of protest. He began to walk off leaving Dean confused. Neville noticed the lack of his friend's presence near him causing him to turn around.

“Do you want help with your herbology work or not?”

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(Y/n) sat with Luna in the courtyard, watching as her friend picked at the wildflowers twisting them and molding them into a flower crown. She sighed once again as she continued to ramble onto her. “I don’t know Lu, he’s just so cute! I wouldn’t even know how to approach him. Besides, he probably wants someone from his own house and year, yknow?” She said as she glanced at her preoccupied friend. “Are you even listening to me?” she huffed frustratedly. Luna looked at her, rolling her eyes at her a bit.

“You’re only a year below us (Y/n), you talk about him as if he’s an old man! Besides, the whole different house thing would only matter to him if he was a Slytherin. Neville doesn’t care about little things like that.” she took the completed crown placing it on her friend’s head as she smiled at her. “Yknow, for someone at the top of your year you’re quite daft.” Luna said nonchalantly, causing her friend’s eye to twitch. One thing (Y/n) would never get quite used to is her friend’s ability to tell people the truth as if it were nothing. Luna squeezed the girl’s soft (s/c) hand before smiling at her. “Besides, you’re beautiful! If he doesn’t want you, I know there are plenty of guys who most certainly do!” (Y/n) felt herself get quite shy at her friend’s words, rubbing at the goosebumps that were forming on her arm. But, she was right. She couldn’t let her thoughts of if or if not a guy liked her get her down. 

“Hey (Y/n), have you ever, yknow, actually tried TALKING to the guy?” Ginny asked, smacking on the taffy she had been eating. The (e/c) eyed girl felt herself getting flustered once again.

“W-well, the short answer is no. Don’t look at me like that! I’ve TRIED. Every time I try something comes up! I’m either almost late to class, one of his friend’s comes up to him, or I have to do something for my Nan! It’s a lot harder trying to talk to someone when you don’t have any classes with them..” she said as she began to pout, reminded of her failed attempts to speak to the awkwardly charming boy. Ginny popped another taffy in her mouth, processing her friend's words before smirking a bit.

“Just leave it to me, I have the perfect plan! Don’t you worry a single little hair on that pretty head of yours.” she said, causing both of her friends to side eye her both with the same thought in mind: ‘Oh Merlin, what is she thinking now?’

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Well, what Ginny had been thinking wasn’t too bad but, (Y/n) was still quite nervous as she sat here. She was thankful Ginny hadn’t trapped them in a 1 on 1 situation or did something fucking stupid such as locking them in the room of requirement together. No, instead she had gathered her and Neville’s shared group of friends and decided to have a picnic together whilst everyone else was at Hogsmeade. Luna had asked the house elves to spare some of the extra food they had from lunch which they gave to her kindly considering how sweet she was to them always. 

Even though all of their friends were there, she still found herself being nervous which is why she still sat on the blanket with Hermione as Ron, Harry, and Dean picked on Neville lightheartedly by splashing him with water, Ginny and Luna challenged each other to different swim challenges, and Hermione read a book, relaxing comfortably under the shade of the tree. She sighed to herself, hugging her legs closer to her chest as she brought her face to rest upon her knees. She let her eyes wander back to Neville, a smile gracing her face as she observed him. She never got the time to just watch him in a natural environment. Every time she saw him, he was always so jumpy or nervous, awkwardly engaging in conversation with people who usually just wanted herbology help or needed advice on how to care for their plants. But now, watching as he smiled and laughed with their friends she realized just how infatuated with him she truly was. She took in the way his hair looked wet, his usually wavy hair drooped, water dripping from the strands. She smiled, noticing the way his crooked smile looked when he was his happiest. She began to get flustered noticing the way his arms had a bit of definition to them which (Y/n) could only assume came from all the heavy lifting he did for Professor Sprout in the greenhouse.

“You should join him. Sitting there and wondering what could be isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” (Y/n) gasped a little, whipping her head around quickly to look at her friend whose eyes were still fixated on the book in her hand, flipping the pages delicately.

“H-how did yo-”

“How did I know? You’re so predictable. Plus, you’re a little chatterbox. The only time you shut up is when you look at him.” Hermione giggled, finally peering at her friend over her book. She closed it and set it down on the blanket before taking off her cover up. She held a hand down to her friend. “Well, are you coming?” (Y/n) looked up at her friend, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought about it before nodding, letting Hermione pull her up. She began to take off her own cover up before taking a deep breath. She looked at her friend and they began walking towards the lake.

“I’ve never seen ‘Mione in a swimsuit before. She looks...like a girl.” Ron said to his friends as they watched the two girls near the lake. His friends all responded in some form of agreement. He turned to look at Neville, smirking as he saw him staring at the girls. “It looks like you agree don’t you, Nev?” Neville shook his head, a light blush coating his cheeks. Unknown to his friends he wasn’t looking at Hermione though, he was looking at her. 

“Yeah, she’s quite beautiful.” This didn’t go unnoticed by Ginny though who smirked, deciding to turn things up a notch.

“Hey, why don’t we all play some chicken? There’s enough of us!” Ginny said, beginning to walk over to the guys with Luna not too far behind her. “Unless you guys are scared, you know I’m the chicken champion so I wouldn’t be surprised if you w-”

“Don’t be ridiculous Gin! You know for a fact I’m way better than you, I proved that when you came to my place last summer.” (Y/n) said giggling at her overly confident friend. She tried sneaking a glance at Neville but found she had been caught in the act as Neville was already staring at her. She looked away quickly rubbing the back of her neck. Wait, why was Neville already looking at her?

 She shook herself out of her thoughts as they all began to pair off for chicken. The (h/c) haired girl went to approach one of her friends but found that Ginny and Harry already paired. She quickly tried turning to Hermione who made her way over to Ron. She sent one last pleading glance Luna’s way but the girl simply smiled at her before walking over to Dean. She felt her heart race at what she already suspected to happen. “I-I guess it's us, Nev.” she felt herself growing a bit insecure at having to sit on the boy’s shoulders. Although she was short, she didn’t have as small of a frame as her other friends did. “L-listen Neville, if I’m too heavy or too much for you to lift don’t even worry about it! I have no problem bei-”

With all the courage Neville could muster, he took a deep breath diving under water before rising up with the girl on his shoulder as his large hands gripped at her thighs making sure she was sturdy on his shoulders. She shrieked a bit at the unexpected gesture, gripping at his hair a bit. Holy shit was his heart racing. Had he really just done that? What had gotten into him? ‘Don’t back down, Nev! Say something cool, say something cool!!’ 

He cleared his throat some, before patting her thigh with his hand. “You’re fine. Y-you don’t weigh much of anything.” He said. She felt herself relax some, hoping he couldn’t feel the goosebumps on her thighs. However, Neville’s thoughts were far from the goosebumps. He couldn’t help himself from thinking that they were just as soft as he had imagined them to be. He was in deep and he knew it. “L-l-listen (Y/n), I-”

“Alright who’s going first? Me vs ‘Mione maybe? Come on Harry, move faster!” Ginny said. (Y/n) found herself trying to stifle a giggle at the sight before her. Ginny was tugging at Harry’s hair and yelling at the boy as he argued back. She couldn’t contain herself at the sight, she began to laugh trying to make sure she didn’t fall off Neville’s shoulders at the movement. 

Neville however was so entranced at that sound. He found himself wanting to be the person to cause that melodic giggle to come from her every time. “They’re so cute aren’t they?” she asked as he hummed in agreement. “I’d love to have something like that.” she mumbled to herself, however Neville had heard.

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Ginny was on a win streak, she had beaten Luna and Dean, and Hermione and Ron. She was feeling confident as she banged on her chest cheering which reminded (Y/n) of a muggle movie her aunt once showed her. She had been absentmindedly petting Neville’s hair, running her fingers through it as she swirled it around her fingers. He hadn’t minded though, his face was flushed a bright pink and he was much too scared to say anything, worried that if he did he would end up waking up in his bed and it all would’ve been a dream. He heard his favorite voice pull him out of his thoughts.

“We’re up next Nev, think we’ll win?” she asked as she leaned over, her face appearing in front of his upside down. He jumped a bit, pulling his face back and tightening his grip on her legs.

“C-careful (Y/n!) You might fall if you’re not!” he said, staring into her eyes. God were they beautiful.

“I doubt it, I’ve got you holding me up. I trust ya, you wouldn’t let me fall.” she said giggling as she leaned back up, her lips accidentally brushing against his nose and forehead on the way back up which has caused both of them to freeze up and a silence to fall upon the two. Their eyes both watched as Luna fell off of Dean’s shoulders again as Ginny cheered at another victory.

“But to answer your question, I think we’ve got this in the bag! Let’s do this!” He said as he waded over to them. She smiled at his enthusiasm as they looked over at them. She looked over at Luna who gave her a wink causing her to grow shy once more. 

“Ah a new challenger approaches!” Ron exclaims, his eyes drifting to the pair. Neville glared at Ron a bit when his eyes lingered on the girl above him’s figure for just a tad too long before he cleared his throat.

“We’re gonna kick your ass, Gin! Prepare to get that gorgeous red hair of yours soaked! Isn’t that right, Neville?” She asked looking down at his head as he nodded along. “Consider this a rematch to last summer. I’ve come to snatch my crown right from off your head.” she said placing an invisible crown done on her head laughing as Ginny scoffed at her actions.

“Bring it on (y/h/h)!” She said as Harry began to walk over to her. The two girls both began to approach each other with looks of determination in their eyes. Neville let his eyes wander to the water watching the girl’s actions through the water.

“Beautiful..” he muttered in awe as he gazed upon her affectionately. Although he was nervous, he was even more so nervous of letting her down. He tightened his grip on her plush thighs as a determined expression made its way to his face. 

Ginny and (Y/n) both began pushing and tugging at each other trying to get each other to fall. And (Y/n) did have to admit, it was no easy feat considering how tone Ginny was from quidditch practice and how out of shape she was herself from all those late night cake sessions with the house elves but it didn’t deter her at all. She continued to push and shove at Ginny. If she could only get a better grip...she didn’t have that much time to do so as the redhead girl gave a particularly hard push causing the girl to almost topple over. Almost being the key word. Neville gripped at her a bit harder at her as she went backwards causing her to fling forward with quite a bit of force. Using said force to her advantage, the (y/h/h) girl was able to push Ginny, sending her and Harry falling in. They both cheered Neville spinning around with her as they laughed before he felt something tug his leg sending them both flying into the water.

Neville resurfaced, spluttering a bit as he shook his head a bit. “Sod off, Harry! You’re a sore loser!” He exclaimed laughing with his friend. He turned to his side remembering the (h/c) girl. He watched as she resurfaced and took a gasp of air. His breath hitched as he watched the way she pushed her hair back, chest on display behind her swimsuit. God was she gorgeous.. He shook himself out of his thoughts, pushing some of her hair behind her ear that she had managed to miss. He watched as she looked away from him shyly muttering a soft thank you towards him.

They went at it for a bit more, the girls all determined to at least win one round. At some point, Ginny even put Harry on her shoulders and as it turned out, he was way worse at chicken than she was. Even Luna had somehow managed to beat him. But as they all went on, the group grew hungry and decided as the sun would be setting soon, it’d be a good idea to eat like they originally planned. They all gathered around on the large gingham blanket and once again, her friends turned against her leaving the only spot available for her next to Neville. However, unlike last time she decided to take full advantage of the situation. She feigned a shiver, catching his attention as she hoped. 

“A-are you cold, (Y/n)?” He asked, eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, just a bit Nev!” she smiled back at him, popping another grape into her mouth. Neville looked at her blankly for a bit before deciding to give into his temptation. See, the thing with Neville wasn’t that he was scared. No, in fact he had had his fair share of flings during his time at Hogwarts unbeknownst to his friends. It's just, she was different. He made his heart race in different ways and gave him goosebumps on his arms and back. She made his brain short circuit from the mere sight of her. However, he knew she would not be single forever. He wasn’t oblivious to the lingering looks his friends had been given her throughout the night and he certainly wasn’t going to stay in the same lane as them. So, without a second thought he grabbed her with ease sitting her in his lap, the soft skin of her waist meeting the soft skin of his arms as he pulled her into his chest. (Y/n) felt her breath hitch slightly, as her own set of goosebumps started to form.

“Is that better?” Neville whispered softly to her as his chin came to rest on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, her lips slightly brushing against his freckled cheek due to their close proximity. Instead of responding, she simply nodded still in a state of shock. Was this really happening? Her (e/c) eyes came to meet Ginny’s who simply smirked, sending her a wink before she went back to her conversation with Harry. None of her friends seemed that shocked at the position they were in. (Y/n) found herself a mix between relieved and offended that no one was surprised.

Although (Y/n) hadn’t noticed anything, the clenched fist and furrowed brows of his own friends did not go unnoticed. He felt himself smile internally, Neville 1 and the others 0. He caressed her skin lightly as if she was made of the finest of porcelain that would break from even a bit of pressure. The Gryffindor boy felt a surge of confidence within himself as goosebumps formed under his fingertips. He was knocked from his thoughts as a ripe strawberry was pressed against his lips, turning his attention to the (h/c) haired girl. He slowly took a bite from it, pink lips wrapped around the red fruit. He hummed constantly as he pulled away. (Y/n) moved back slightly to look at him, giggling at his red stained lips as the juice rolled down his chin a bit.

“Hey, you’ve got a bit of..” she trailed off giggling more as she motioned towards the juice. “One second, I’ll get it for you.” she murmured, reaching for a napkin. Neville pulled her back causing her to give him a confused look.

“No need.” he whispered, pulling her forward, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was a mix of everything at once. Passion. Hesitance. Desire. And oh, he couldn’t forget his little friend: temptation. He pulled her closer, settling his large hands at the base of her spine right about her rear as hers wrapped around his neck. The girl’s fingers twirled the hair at the bottom of his head trying to distract her from the tingling sensation she felt all over. Neville nibbled at her lip a bit, biting it as he pulled away. “T-this is probably the wrong time to ask but, are you seeing anyone?”

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The next week, Neville found himself in that same spot in the hallway that he was in the previous monday. His thoughts drift to the angel known as his vice, his temptation. He watched as her smooth legs made their way down the hall, smile on her face as per usual. However, this time he didn’t have to crave to be the one those eyes were lighting up at. He didn’t have to crave to be the one that oh so beautiful smile was caused by, because he was. He held his arms open with a smile, stumbling back a bit as the (y/h/h) jumped in his arms. He caught her, twirling her around as they both laughed before he placed her on the ground grabbing her hand. Neville placed a peck upon her cheek, nothing but adoration in his eyes. He gulped slightly, sweaty palms as they walked by McGonagall but he found himself relaxing when she sent a wink his way as she gave him a smile of approval.

Although temptation had originally showed itself on his doorstep as a visitor in his home, it eventually developed into something more and became a welcome resident in his home. Temptation was no longer temptation, it was love.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Celeste x reader x Kirigiri SFW & NSFW head-canons

request; celeste x reader x kirigiri? :o

warnings; fluff, i really don’t think there’s any explicit warnings in the sfw part, nsfw section: handcuffs, edging, i didn’t put any explicit descriptions of sex nor scenarios, degrading names, gn!reader, vanilla, mention of vampire roleplay, biting, unedited.

note; sorry i took so long!! I had to study their wiki pages and shit to remember their characters, its been some time since I’ve played THH. anyway, thank you for requesting. also sorry if this was a bit lazy, i feel like i didn’t do this one as well as the others, i’m really sorry.

≈SFW≈

◊ Okay, I feel like Celestia would be the one to spoil the both of you rotten. She’s always buying all three of you matching clothes so you could go out together looking ✨fly✨

◊ If you or Kyoko ever tried denying her outfits, she’d be a bit flustered and upset though she wouldn’t show it. Buuut eventually, you both cave in because you can notice the difference in her attitude, however slight it may be.

◊ “S/o, Kyoko, my darlings. I may have gotten carried away, but I think you both would look wondrous in these- Oh. You don’t… want them? I see. *sad face* Alright then, I guess I’ll just… I..” Yuuuup, you broke her. Congratulations, you jerk. 

◊ Whatever gender you may be, it doesn’t matter, she will buy you a huge fluffy dress (But if you’re not comfortable with it, she’d totally be willing to get you something else).

◊ Celestia calls you both her darlings. She’s always saying hers, or mine in front of your names and/or pet names.

◊ Kyoko isn’t big on pet names, whether she’s on the receiving end or serving; though she doesn’t mind it when either of you calls her one. Just nothing too ridiculous, she’ll flush an adorable shade of red but scold you for it later. She prefers just calling you both by name.

◊ The caring one of the relationship would either have to be you or Celestia. Kyoko doesn’t take care of herself too well, as she’s very passionate about her job; so passionate to the point where she forgets that she’s human and that her very human body needs food and sleep.

◊ Celestia takes care of herself extremely well, I imagine she has a very strict skin routine and diet. But since she’s also passionate about her job, I imagine there would be times where a round of gambling goes extremely long or tie, but she’d be very adamant on winning so she’d go a little over the top and stay there for days, weeks if she had to. 

◊ That being said, they are both very passionate about their jobs so I feel that they are unfortunately prone to neglecting you at times. But don’t worry! They always make it up to you 10x more, and it’s always worth it.

◊ Kyoko would probably make it up to you both by trying to be a bit more affectionate with you. She is well aware that she isn’t always affectionate, so she thinks if she gives you guys a bit more affection, you’ll forgive her? ...Please?

◊ Bbgirl is trying-

◊ Most likely though, she’d talk to you first. A formal apology and everything, if you’re lucky, she’ll buy you a stuffed animal or flowers as she apologizes. 

◊ Since Celestia is just, a very fancy and aesthetic person, I feel like all dates with her would reflect that same fancy aesthetic. She goes out of her way to set up a fancy table at a reserved place where none of you can be disturbed. Expensive teas, china, scones, sweets, those little stands with the layers of pastries; she has it all ready for you two. 

◊ You’d all be sitting on cute chairs sipping tea in cute cups, butlers at your every need, it’s a really cute almost dream-like date. Kyoko would talk about her cases(leaving out things that are confidential of course,) you’d talk about everything and anything, and Celestia would just quietly listen to you both talk, a small smile adorning her face. She loves taking care of the both of you, the reason why she has dates like these are for, 

She wants to spend time with her darlings because she misses them.

She wants you both to relax and destress, she hates the idea of either of you overworking or forgetting to take care of yourself.

◊ Though if you’re not into that, the closest thing that isn’t fancy or organized(though it would take some time for her to practice not being organized) would be a picnic date. With a very very wide blanket. That’s thick. And lots of bug spray. 

◊ Dates with Kyoko would probably be short coffee breaks, she doesn’t have a lot of time sadly, so halfway through the date, she finishes her coffee and leaves early, leaving you and Celestia to spend the rest of the time together.

◊ Dates with her would mostly just be when all three of you go to bed, talking about each other’s days or just talking about stuff that has zero meaning as you all fall asleep.

◊ It kind of makes her a bit upset when you and Celestia have an inside joke or seem a bit closer; as much as she loves seeing you both happy with each other, she can’t help but want to be in on it too. She feels a bit guilty for being so busy with her job.

◊ So when she does feel a bit left out, I think a way to make her feel more included would be small little ‘I love you’ texts while she’s working or even better, surprising her by picking her up on her lunch date to get a quick lunch. 

◊ I think something domestic Kyoko enjoys a lot, is when either of you cooks a bento for her. You can really cook something terrible for her, or even ugly, she doesn’t care; she loves it so much. It’s the thought that you would cook for her that gets her. When she comes back home, the first thing she will do is thank you and hug you real tight. It’s one of the more rare moments where she actually displays feelings of love and gratitude.

◊ Despite getting judgemental looks from Byakuya and aw’s from Hina, in the end, Kyoko doesn’t care one bit. She will eat and enjoy the food in its entirety, she doesn’t care if it affects her reputation as a cold person, she just wants to eat the food.

◊ Though she is unfazed by practically everything, she gets a bit taken aback that you cooked food for her, the shock is evident on her face when you hand it to her before she goes, or drop it off at lunch hour. I don’t think she ever had anyone cook meals for her, or at least, doesn’t remember it; so she’s always pretty shocked when you do. She feels her heart palpitate a little louder and maybe smiles a little smile when you’re not looking. She appreciates it a lot.

◊ Though Celestia doesn’t cook, I think you’d have to be the one to cook for Kirigiri. Celestia enjoys gyoza a whole lot, so if you were ever to cook gyoza for her… well, she’d probably be brutally honest about what she thinks about it. Though she’d give you constructive criticism, and eventually you’d get it right through trial and error and Celestia’s taste buds.

◊ Celestia isn’t big on public areas for dates, like movie theatres, for example. If you ever wanted to watch a movie, she’d probably rent an entire movie theatre for just you three to chill in. As you can see, she’s not too big on being with large groups of people, or just anywhere that isn’t exactly ‘clean’. 

◊ I don’t think either of them would be one for PDA either. Other than mild flirting from Celestia, you all don’t do PDA at all. But there’s this intimate vibe that you all seem to share that has people assume you’re all on a date together. It’s like this bubble, it’s quite peculiar. 

◊ Celestia would never lose her cool because of you both, only for you both. But even so, she avoids losing it in front of your eyes. If she ever had to fight someone for you or intimidate them, she would probably ask you to go occupy yourselves with something else so she could go off without hesitating.

◊ Though if she was ever about to lose it and either of you notices it, a simple hold of her hand calms her down immediately. Her rage wordlessly disappears. She’ll even give you guys a small little forehead kiss in thanks.

◊ Kyoko’s an ‘it’s the thought that counts’ kind of person. So whenever you or Celestia spoil her with expensive gifts, she’ll enjoy it but she’s a bit concerned about how you’re spending so much money on her. She honestly prefers handmade gifts; whether they’re crafty or a bit imperfect, she cherishes them more than you know. 

≈NSFW≈

◊ Oh boy. *cracks knuckles* here we go.

◊ Kyoko hides her moans and expressions, she was raised not to show any unsightly emotions and so, that(sadly) comes into play in bed.

◊ Oh but Celestia teases her until she does, to get that satisfying plead out of Kyoko Kirigiri of all people, it drives her near mad in love. 

◊ Kyoko is definitely vanilla, and would probably want to stay vanilla. There aren’t many things she’s into, as a result of not knowing any kinks. I don’t think she’d be too willing to try any kinks either. Unless you explain it to her, then maybe. Just maybe. 

◊ Kyoko is a soft dom- HAH just kidding! The moment you admit just a little bit of top energy on her, she submits easily. Not in the typical way you’d think, but she’d let you do all the work, you’d have to guide her. I don’t think she has any sexual experience, so she’d have sex relying on you both(for once). 

◊ That’s where Celestia comes into play. I don’t know if this is canon or you know, but I head-canon that she has a surprising amount of sexual knowledge and kinks. 

◊ Kyoko isn’t the biggest fan of you and Celestia having intercourse without her, as I mentioned earlier, she does get a little left out, so knowing that you left her out of something as intimate as sex gets her mad for a couple of days. Even holds a small grudge. 

◊ But it wouldn’t last long, you both would eventually make it up to her since she doesn’t exactly enjoy discussing her feelings, you would have to be the one to speak up first. 

◊ Celeste would definitely ask you both if you were ever interested in trying out role-play with her, specifically; vampire role-play.

◊ Speaking of vampires, she really enjoys it when you lightly bite her. Not enough to leave a mark, if you leave marks on her she’ll get mad. Though she enjoys leaving marks on you both, she enjoys those short moments where someone stares at you guys’ hickeys and she just,, gives them a knowing, intense glare.

◊ Celestia isn’t big on degrading you both unless it’s something like, “My good little mutt.” Degrading names, sure. But not full-on degrading. She lies all the time but lying about this doesn’t sit right with her, she doesn’t want to hurt you both in any way. 

◊ Celestia enjoys being praised, it definitely gets her to spare you an orgasm if she’s edging you. You really have to praise her about everything about her for her to actually let you get off; although Kyoko is known to be silent, Celestia somehow gets her to plead for her. As a result of teasing lies like, “If you don’t obey, you won’t get to get off darling.”

◊ Celestia dominates both of you, simultaneously. Kyoko doesn’t have enough confidence in her ability to please you both to top, and unless you are somehow able to overpower her, she’s always going to be the one who orders you to do things. 

◊ I can totally imagine Kyoko littering millions of butterfly kisses on both your bodies, but they’re so soft and cute you both start to giggle a bit. “Why are you laughing? Is it bad?” She looks genuinely confused and a little sad- and then that both shocks you into showering her with reassurances, any leftover lick of laughter completely vanished.

◊ Celestia is a huge tease- like, just, the biggest tease. She’ll hover her lips over yours, blow at where you need it most, foreplay lasts longer than you would want it to, but in all honesty, it definitely makes the first stroke of pleasure well worth it. All that anticipation, build-up, is all worth it as she finally gives you what you want.

◊ Kyoko is more intimate, every moment with her is just, so full of love it gives you whiplash from Celestia’s little fun. She always has a hand on your back. It’s such a soft and fleeting touch, you both sometimes wonder if it’s even there.

◊ Something I could imagine happening is Celestia just- pulling out soft hand-cuffs from nowhere as a surprise for the two of you, asking you to tie her up. Seeing as how Kyoko is usually around handcuffs often from her detective work, she’s a little confused as to why people would get turned on from that or even introduce that to the bedroom. It’s the last thing she’d expect. She’s a bit nervous to use them(receiving and serving), and doesn’t see the purpose, but when she caves in and says yes anyway, she finds she actually likes them? 

◊ She wouldn’t admit it though. And it definitely ruins her image of handcuffs; any time she sees a perp in handcuffs, she can just see the pleased looks on your and Celestia’s faces.

◊ Celestia would look down at you with this red gaze that leaves the two of you utterly speechless and aroused, even as she’s bottoming, her piercing gaze reminds you who’s in charge.

[sundaymorninglife]

the broken rules

corpse husband x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, alcohol, insinuation of sex.

part 1 - next

it had been two months since mark’s party.

corpse watched y/n’s figure leave his bed and find a t-shirt sprung on the floor, as she went to the bathroom of his room. in the two months they started sleeping with one another, he had moved to LA from san diego. his little apartment in the city he grew up in could no longer keep up with the requirements of being a full time streamer, and so taking the advice from rae and toast, he decided to move to LA.

he didn’t mind. he got to see y/n more often as well.

by now, he had completely broken rule number one. he thought he could easily push aside his crush, concentrate on the physical part of this strange relationship (he was 23 after all, weren’t all 23 year old men supposed to want this exact kind of arrangement?), but in between the pillow talks, the few moments where they allowed themselves to tangle their legs in between the sheets, and the extremely rare occasions where they fell asleep cuddling one another... it was impossible not to fall in love with her.

y/n sat on the toilet, head in her hands. she had also broken rule number one, and she cursed herself for it. she had been doing well, she had been able to separate the feelings that come with sex fairly well, but it was tonight that it all came tumbling down. he had grabbed her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers in the middle of it, and that’s when all her walls crumbled down. it was something so small and so stupid, but it was enough to make her realize that she was on the verge of falling utterly in love with him.

she flushed the toilet and got up to wash her hands, before going back out to the bedroom.

corpse looked up. the bathroom light highlighted her figure from behind beautifully. “what are you staring at?” she laughed at him, before turning the light off. she sat on the bed and he pushed himself up and kissed her neck.

“you always look so pretty.”

y/n felt herself blushing. she stood up and started looking for her clothes. “are you not staying over?” corpse asked.

y/n swallowed hard, knowing damn well that if she stayed over she would be done for. “uh, no, i can’t actually. rae set me up on a blind date tomorrow at noon.”

corpse froze. shit. “oh, really?”

“yeah...” she said, pulling on her pants, “she said it’s about time for me to start dating someone, apparently she’s setting me up with a friend of a friend. i honestly just think her and lily are trying to live vicariously through me, though.” y/n laughed at the thought of her two friends asking for every detail of the date, like they had done when she told them she slept with a random dude at mark’s party.

corpse stayed silent on the bed. he was definitely breaking rule number three. y/n looked back at him, she could tell he was jealous. she felt sort of proud and guilty at the same time. she let out a laugh, “don’t break rule number three on me now, corpsie.”

corpse’s eyes widened and he threw a pillow at her. “i am not! are you still coming to the dinner at toast’s tomorrow?”

y/n finished getting dressed. she kneeled down on the bed and pulled corpse in for a quick kiss. “yeah, i am. let’s hope we don’t fuck up in front of our friends.” she said, a stupid, perfect smile on her face, and corpse couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “see you tomorrow, corpse.”

and with that, she was gone. he collapsed on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. “fucking dammit.”

***

“y/n, you’re here!” toast swung the door open to his apartment, greeting y/n.

“hi toast!” she replied back, giving him a tight hug.

as they made their way inside, she noticed all of her friends were already there. sitting in a circle in the living room were rae, lily, poki, sykkuno, leslie, peter and, of course, corpse. everyone had a beer in hand, and they seemed to be happily chatting away.

this was the first time the two of them were hanging out with all of their mutual friends. two months had gone by with none of them noticing the hickeys, the texts, and everything in between. “hi guys!” y/n greeted everyone, before settling down in between rae and leslie.

“y/n, how was your date with toby?” rae asked her, excited to see if her friend had hit it off with someone.

“uuuu, you went out on a date, y/n?” toast asked her, handing her a beer.

corpse did his best to hide his discomfort. “yeah,” she replied, taking a swig of the beer, “it was fine. you know, first dates are always a little awkward. but he was super sweet! did you tell him i love the park?”

“uh, of course i did. i gave him all the secrets to a perfect date with you!”

y/n laughed. “yeah, that makes sense. he surprised me with a picnic, he even had a bottle of my favorite wine, rae.”

rae nudged her friend and wiggled her eyebrows. “did you get lucky or what?”

it was getting harder for corpse to hide his discomfort. “rae! jesus, of course not,” y/n replied, nudging her friend back and laughing, “i am not that kind of girl!”

“says the girl who slept with a random dude in mark’s bathroom...” lily said. everyone gasped.

“LILY!”

corpse let out a snort. everyone started asking her a million questions, ranging from who she slept with to how it was to if she’s still seeing him... amongst the chaos, sykkuno softly asked, “wait, corpse, didn’t you also hook up with a girl in the bathroom at that same party?”

everyone quieted down. all that was running through y/n’s head was a handful of cussings that would’ve even made a sailor blush. corpse was staring at the ground. “um, yeah. funny, we must’ve just missed each other, y/n.”

everyone laughed it off. leslie just said, “how can you guys do it in a bathroom?! that sounds horrible...” corpse and y/n just laughed it off, avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague. it had been a close call.

the night went on as the group of friends talked about streams, gaming, movies, and everything in between. eventually, corpse and y/n found themselves alone in the kitchen, and it was only a few seconds before they were kissing heavily against the marbled counter.

“anyone could walk in, corpse,” y/n said, in between kisses.

“i know.”

“c’mon,” she said, but showed no sign of stopping, “seriously we could get caught!”

“exactly.”

they continued making out, before... “oh my god, what the fuck.”

lily was standing in the entrance to the kitchen, staring at her two friends. corpse and y/n immediately broke apart. “lily...” y/n started, staring at her friend who was just looking back dumbfounded, empty beer bottle in hand.

“i fucking knew it. the second sykkuno mentioned that corpse also fucked someone in the bathroom-“

“LILY! shhhh, please, please, you can’t tell anyone, OK?” y/n went over to her friend and grabbed her by the shoulders. “i’ll do anything, but PLEASE don’t tell anyone.”

lily looked at y/n and then at corpse, then back at her friend. “this is going to eat me up inside. you guys owe me a big one. also, are you guys mental? seriously? in a KITCHEN?”

y/n and corpse just laughed. “we were just kissing, chill.” corpse said, grabbing a bottle of beer before leaving.

“you have so much explaining to do,” lily went over to the fridge and grabbed another bottle, “are you guys dating?”

y/n went to do the same. “god, no. that would be way too complicated. besides, i don’t even think he likes me that way. we’re just... relieving stress, is all.”

lily looked at her friend. “y/n, i’m going to tell you this honestly because i love you. this is going to end up badly if you two keep sneaking around. i can tell you like him, so i think it’s better if you let him know as soon as possible.”

“nope, no fucking way.”

“y/n look at me.” lily stared into her eyes. “i’m being serious, friends with benefits never works. i won’t tell anyone, don’t worry, but be careful, ok?”

and so lily left, leaving a confused y/n behind. she pulled out her phone and texted toby.

can’t wait to see you again :)

she held her phone against her chest. maybe starting something with toby would help her get over corpse.

she made her way back to her friends in the living room. corpse stared at her for a second before looking away; he thought about lily. she knew about them now, and he couldn’t quite decide if that was good or bad. if the rest of them found out, they would one thousand percent make him and y/n try to date. he didn’t mind that, but did y/n? he honestly couldn’t figure her out sometimes. they enjoyed each other’s presence, that much he could tell, but there were days where she acted more sweetly, more gushing, until it seemed she caught herself and stopped. she would stay over for a few nights and then suddenly the next few times she would leave abruptly. he couldn’t understand if she felt the same, if she was just using him as a distraction, if she liked him but stopped herself because she was embarrassed.

“what if we play a drinking game?” corpse was brought back to reality when rae suggested the idea.

oh, y/n thought, this is about to get messy.

taglist: @divine-artemis @evi-ka @bi-andready-tocry @ramshasar @lilysdaydreams @a-lonely-bic @annshit @alanasthoughts

[captainimprobable]

Part 4 of That Thing I’ve Been Writing.  This one is VERY MUCH a first draft.  Like, I know I’ve been saying that a lot, but this shit needs EDITING.  I just have no self control and I wanted to share a little of what I’m working on. I hope you like the sneak peek! Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  ~~

They turn fifteen.

 Many things have changed in the few months they’ve been together. It’s easier now, somehow, in a way it wasn’t at the beginning.  

They don’t blush as much anymore, and they hold hands readily and easily.  They kiss each other’s cheeks before they leave a room.  Luz is overwhelmingly, uncontrollably happy.

However. Luz has noticed something, lately.  Something that perplexes and confuses her.

Here’s the deal: Luz really wants to kiss her girlfriend.

It takes her days of getting distracted by Amity’s lips to come to this realization, and when she does, she’s sort of embarrassed.  She knows she has no reason to be.  This is her girlfriend, and girlfriends kiss, right? That’s normal!

But she’s never actually kissed anyone before, and this is Amity, and it’s been months of dating now and how in the world is she supposed to go about this? Does she ask? Does she just lean in? Does she send her a letter that says “Will you kiss me? Check y/n boxes below”?????

She agonizes over this for days, barely paying attention to the planning for their joint birthday party. 

She still hasn’t decided what to do when, before she knows it, it’s time for the party.   Edric and Emira show up with a tub of apple blood, hiding it behind their backs until they realize that Eda has not only already supplied the party with enough to knock out a slitherbeast, but also pregamed so much herself that she is well and truly gone.

The twins give each other a sly grin, leave Eda knocked out on the couch, and run inside.  Before Luz knows what’s happening, Emira is picking her up while Edric grabs Amity and gives her a noogie.  “Happy birthday baby sisters,” Emira croons, while the girls struggle to get free.  “Yeah,” Edric says, messing up Amity’s hair.  “Thanks for being born in the same month so we don’t have to go to two parties.”

Luz laughs, a little embarrassed at being called the twins’ baby sister.  “Thanks, guys,” she says, breaking free of Emira’s hold.  She manages to rescue Amity from Edric’s arms, and the two of them sprint away before they can be grabbed again, the twins’ laughter following them all the way to the door.   

“Sorry about that,” Amity says, rolling her eyes.  “You know how they are.” 

“Uh huh,” Luz gulps, distracted by the way Amity’s hair is curling a little over her ears.  “I know how it is.”

Luckily, Willow and Gus choose that moment to walk inside, and Luz has an ample distraction.  “My friends!” She yells, draping her arms around their necks.  “Welcome!  Also!”  She lowers her voice.  “Did you know that I love you?” 

Willow laughs.   “We know that, Luz.  Wanna know a secret?” She winks.  “We love you, too.”  

“Happy birthday,”  Gus adds, hugging Luz, and then Amity.  “You’re super old now.”

“I know!” Luz says.  “I’m finally at the age that Taylor Swift always prophesied about!” 

Gus nods wisely.  “I know about Taylor Swift.  She’s a powerful warlock from your realm, is she not?”

“She is,” Luz agrees.  

“Happy birthday, Amity.”  Willow hesitates, and then opens her arms.  Amity’s face breaks into a huge smile as she accepts Willow’s hug.  “Thanks,” she says.  “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Me too.”

Luz is trying not to get emotional, but having so much love surrounding her is making her want to cry.  Plus, seeing Willow and Amity get along so well makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Are you okay?” Amity whispers in her ear, and Luz jumps.  “Y-yeah, I’m totally fine,” she says, trying to keep her stuttering to a minimum.

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting a little weird for awhile now, and you kind of look like you want to cry.”

Ah, man.  Amity wasn’t supposed to notice that she’s been acting differently.  But at least this question she has an answer for.  “I’m just really happy,” she says truthfully, and Amity smiles.  “Me too,” she says.  “Happy birthday, Luz.”

As Amity walks away to talk to Willow, Luz tries not to stare after her.

She fails.

Amity looks like a goddess tonight.  She always looks good, okay, but something about tonight, under the glow of the fairy lights, surrounded by her friends and family, makes her shine undeniable.  Luz cannot comprehend how everyone isn’t staring at Amity right now.  

She wants to kiss her, right now, in front of everyone, but she feels like Amity might not appreciate that, and besides, Viney is walking in right now and for some reason Emira just spilled her drink all over the floor, and there are more important things to focus on, right?

(What could be more important than kissing Amity?)

She shakes her head.  Not now, Luz.  Not now.

Maybe tonight just isn’t the night, either.

She sighs, but then shakes herself out of it.  This is a party, and she’s going to enjoy it.

~

She doesn’t get to hang out with Amity much that night.  

Her friends all want her attention, and there’s a worrying moment where Eda starts growing some feathers on her arms, but the crisis is averted quickly.  She and King haul Eda safely into her nest, and Luz returns to the party, determined to at least hold Amity’s hand.

But Willow and Gus have started a dance off against Jerbo and Barkus, and there’s no way Luz is going to miss being a part of that.  She sneaks a peek at Amity, who is standing off to the side with her drink, looking content.  They lock eyes for a second and Luz’s breath is taken away. 

This is ridiculous. 

They’ve been dating for months.  This should not still be happening.

But, god, Amity is just so cool, resting an arm nonchalantly on the table, and Luz wants to run over there and-

“Luz, it’s your turn!!!!!” Gus screams in her ear, and the moment is gone again.  

It’s already midnight when she feels a tap on her shoulder.  “Amity!” she yells, and tackles her girlfriend into a hug.  “I haven’t seen you all night!” 

“Woah,” Amity says, trying not to fall over.  “I know, that’s why I’m here.  Could I borrow you for a second? 

Luz’s stomach flips itself over for absolutely no reason.  

“Uh, sure, yeah, what’s up?”

“I just wanna show you something.”

Amity grabs her hand and leads her up the stairs, passing door after door until they reach the one that leads to the roof.

“Why are we-”

“Shhh,” Amity says.  “Just come on!”

Amity doesn’t let go of her hand when they reach the roof.  “Close your eyes,” she instructs.

“Um, Amity,” Luz says.  “We’re like, a lot of feet off the ground.”

“Trust me,” Amity insists, and god help her but Luz does, so she complies.  Amity’s palm is warm in hers as she tugs her over a few feet until finally, she says “open them”.

“What are we-”  Luz falters.  Because there, on the roof, is an honest to god picnic.  Somehow Amity has hauled up a blanket and a basket, and it’s just so cute and cliche that Luz can’t stop the smile taking over her face.

“I figured we wouldn’t have time to talk tonight,” Amity says.  “And...well...I missed you, so-”  she gestures to the picnic.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Luz says, sitting down on one side of the basket.  “I kept wanting to talk to you all night, but there was always something happening!”

“You’re popular,” Amity says simply, and Luz starts laughing before she realizes Amity is being totally serious.  

“Anyway,” Amity says.  “I made you something.”

Luz is really, really hoping it’s not a fairy pie, but instead, Amity pulls out a messy chocolate cupcake.  “Happy birthday,” she says, and Luz practically swoons.  

They share the cupcake, digging into it with messy hands and taking turns pointing out different stars.

“In my world, constellations are symbols for things,” Luz says.

“They are here, too!  For example, that’s the giraffe constellation.  It symbolizes death and destruction.  And that over there is the Titan constellation. It also symbolizes death and destruction!”

“Romantic,” Luz jokes.  

“I know, right?” Amity responds, sounding completely serious.  Luz has to stifle the urge to laugh.  She sneaks a peek at Amity and, oh, wow.  Her face is glowing in the moonlight.  She looks bright and bubbly and all the things she really is when her guard isn’t up.  Her eyes are shining and Luz could swear she’s never seen anything more beautiful in her fifteen years of life.

She needs to do this now.  There’s no better time, and even if there was, she simply can’t stop herself.  The words just fall from her mouth like leaves from a tree, but a lot more quickly and nervously.  

“Can I kiss you?” 

Amity stops mid-sentence, mouth still hanging open and finger pointing at the sky.  She blinks.  “What did you say?”

“I-”  Luz is losing her nerve really quickly, but before it’s gone completely she gathers up the rest of her courage and says “I really want to kiss you.  Can I?”

“You...you want to kiss me?”  Amity’s voice is full of wonder and her face is bright red. 

“Wait, why do you sound surprised? You’re my girlfriend, of course I want to kiss you!” Luz scrambles onto her knees and searches Amity’s face.

“It’s just...it’s been so long, and it never happened, so I kind of thought maybe you didn’t want to or you were uncomfortable or whatever, which would be totally fine, by the way-”

“Oh my gosh we’re both so stupid,” Luz smacks a hand to her face.  “I never kissed you because I thought you didn’t want to kiss me!”

“How could I not want to kiss you! Have you seen yourself????”

Amity’s hands are covering her eyes.  She’s clearly embarrassed at having admitted that.

Luz takes a deep breath and gently pries Amity’s hands away from her face.  Amity’s eyes instantly find Luz’s, and there’s a determination there that wasn’t there before.  They both feel it, this thing happening between them, different from what they’ve been feeling for the past few months.  It feels like every moment of their relationship has been leading up to this moment.  

“Can I-”  Luz starts, but is interrupted by Amity’s very enthusiastic “Yes!!!!”

Luz bites her lip, takes a deep breath, and leans in.

She closes her eyes.

The kiss feels a little like the first time she did magic, but light glyphs have nothing on this.  The butterflies in her stomach have migrated to her chest, and they’re fluttering hard enough to rival her heartbeat.  

She can’t believe this is happening.  

Their noses bump together uncomfortably, but she doesn’t care, she doesn’t care, because this is her first kiss and it’s with Amity and she’s flying flying flying.

They pull apart, but not too far.  

“Wow,” Amity whispers, and Luz nods.  “Yeah,” she says.  “Wow.”

“How have we not been doing that the whole time?”

“I don’t know,” Luz says. “But I’m more than happy to make up for lost time.” 

She leans in again.

[athys-obelia]

summary: no one's evil au lmfaooo but make it pt. 2

character/s: anastacius de alger obelia, claude de alger obelia, athanasia de alger obelia, jennette de alger obelia

and here's part 1 <3

oh my god okay. okay. so.

ana, claude, athy and jennette - they go on a LOT of vacations

claude complains every single time but anastacius pulls his trump card and sends athy and jettie BOTH after him

u think he's strong enough to say no after that? lmao jokes

and their vacations always go this way:

jennette: isn't this scenery just gorgeous, uncle

claude: indeed it is. and...quiet

jennette: ...too quiet

[cut to anastacius in the distance, fighting a bear as athy cheers him on]

athy + anastacius, hands down the most chaotic pairing yes i will not be taking criticism

they have tea in ana's palace everyday, just the two of them, they're so poised and picture perfect through the entire thing everyone thinks it's just the emperor giving profound advice to his heir

it's actually them deadass scheming,,, ana has no qualms discussing everything from court gossip to military tactics, both of which she's so on top of all the time

if anyone shit talks jennette or claude, this tea party is where their slow and agonizing demise is planned out to the dot

[true story - count sivan once made the fatal mistake of expressing his favour for athy as the next empress, dissing jennette by comparing her to athy sm which inevitably sparked a debate that ranked the princesses. a week after athy's sources informed her of the kindling behind this new debate, the count's sudden divorce became the talk of the town, and the man's business faced bankruptcy all of a sudden. the sivans still haven't recovered.)

athy n jennette were actually allowed to visit kiel in arlanta a few times, except it was too dark at their first arrival, postponing the meeting to the next morning

buttt then jettie can't sleep and she decides on a midnight snack run (their hotel doesn't really have the maids the palace does, but oh well. she's left the palace w lucas n athy plenty of times)

felix tags along btw, he knows this trip is important to the girls since they're leaving the palace without their Overprotective Papas™ for the first time and want some sense of independence, but... she's just so smol n he couldn't bear it if anything happens so he just shadows her

she totally knows he's there

n e ways so there's a juice place right beside their hotel which she aims for, but when jennette reaches it, it's closed

and out of nowhere, a voice addresses her - "hey you, do you come here a lot?" she nearly jumps out of her skin at the brunette, relaxing when she sees he's literally a kid around her age and not a murderer lmfaoo "me neither," he continues without waiting for her, pouting at the closed sign, before he asks for her name and whether she's new in arlanta

she confirms that yes, she's only visiting, and refuses to tell the stranger her name, still feeling strange at being addressed as 'you' for the first time (well, minus lucas, but he was like her brother and had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, so)

he eyes her. "you're so weird. i've never seen a girl out so late before, and alone too. are you stupid?"

(felix has his sword out at this point)

she's flushing now and has no idea why she's still out here, but then this stranger kid apparently senses her mood and tells her the best ice cream store in arlanta is not too far away

(he also explains he knows someone who's starts doing weird things when she's hungry as well, and tries to defend that ice cream is actually a healthy midnight snack, "you can just take a healthy flavour like strawberry or mango, mangos are healthy,,right"💀️💀)

so jettie has travelled all the way from obelia, she loves her papa but he would have a heart attack if he found out she was ever awake this late?? yeah bc she's never getting this chance again, jennette accepts the offer

the stranger boy seems to be taking the whole "i'm not telling you my name," thing like a joke, and asks what he should call her since 'you' was getting boring

she goes with "lady j" and like a knight, the boy becomes "sir c"

(felix is on the verge of committing a crime - the princesses can only have one knight, after all)

they walk as the the boy navigates the streets in the dark, and she asks whether he's from the academy, seeing his uniform

"of course i am! you could probably tell bc i look so smart, right?"

she snorts. "yeah, that."

she also comes to know that this guy,,,well he might as well be a tourist? she's out here asking stuff like "oh where's the statue of lady alphia?" or "aren't we really close to the museum where they keep the first emperor's sword?" and he goes "lady do i look like your brochure?? but if you turn right from here there's a cool arcade and across the street from there is the best street food vendor you'll ever eat from."

well at least mans had his priorities straight 😌

"so can you take this off?" he asks, pointing towards her dress once they've neared the store

um???????? sir tf????????????

anyways jettie has been living with lucas n her dad farr too long to not take this the wrong way?? "...no?"

the boy raises an eyebrow "look, it looks like an expensive cloak but i promise i'll return it, alright? i gotta hide my uniform."

ohhhhhhh. 😳.

so she unfastens the cloak and because he's kinda just staring at it cluelessly (he can't even tie his shoelaces fight me), jennette sighs and moves the clothing over his shoulder, fastening it in place at his neck

he's literally a tomato when she looks back up and realises that yes, we are way too close rn

bc she's ana's daughter, jennette by default cannot function when she's flustered. so she kinda stumbles backwards like a fish out of water (years of princess training n etiquette? where art thou??) and 'sir c' has to grab her forearm so she doesn't bump into the pillar behind her smfh

the shopkeep is definitely suspicious of this pair that's definitely too young to be out so late, but chalks it down to his sleeplessness

they escape the store with the ice cream before the shopkeep can ask any questions, and 'sir c' escorts jennette back to her hotel. he climbs onto the roof of the building, helping her up as well

(felix wishes he had a magic stone to capture this moment, this is the first time he's seen jennette become such fast friends with someone)

she stands on the roof (it hurts her butt so she doesn't wanna sit)

"my sister would be so jealous right now," jennette murmurs, "she told me her ideal first date would be either a picnic or something like a moonlit walk. we're having like a moonlit picnic."

it's silent for a few seconds the boy speaks up, "is this a date?"

oh-

oh.

"i mean- i didn't- i don't- uh."

give her some time lmfao she's loading

"i don't really mind that," he tells her, and she thinks she might just walk off the roof in her embarrassment - who just says something like that?? "you're probably feeling really lucky right now, right?"

jennette: ✊😔

he does look pretty in the moonlight, she admits to herself, listening as he excitedly tells her about his siblings at home and how she should send an offering to the gods since they gave her the good fortune to be on a date with the most good looking one of all four of them

in turn, she tells him about how she spent her childhood away from her amazing dad and had gotten closer to him recently, about her sharp-witted uncle, her sister and friends

(the 'friends' section includes felix and he's melting)

she smiles - it's almost as if, at finding out he treasures his family just as much as she does, they've gotten a bit closer

and he tries to listen. jennette had guessed that his temperament was somewhat like her dad's - her dad didn't know how to listen, always making his opinion known before anything else, though she supposes as emperor he could do that

'sir c', on the other hand, tried his best, his blue eyes focused on her as he almost burst from the unsaid words he was holding back, trying to let her finish. the sight was an odd mix of sad and insanely adorable that she couldn't help but let him tell her about everything he couldn't hold in

sensing she could pass out from her exhaustion nearly half an hour later, and 'sir c' escorts her to her window and helps her sneak in bc "what sort of knight would i be otherwise?!"

(felix can't stop shaking the entire night)

the next morning, jennette's heart is pounding as kiel shows her, athy and felix across campus - the chance is low, but still...

"ezekiel!" comes a voice, and the four watch as a turquoise haired boy waves down the alpheus heir "are these the guests you mentioned?"

kiel introduces the trio to johannes vastia before asking, "where's cabel?"

"at the training grounds, he asked if you could bring everyone there so he could show them around there."

"... they're my guests though?"

athy is quick to befriend johannes (i mean she and his sister are practically the same person, so) and at the grounds, jennette's blood runs cold

(so does felix's)

the brunette doesn't notice her at first, arguing with johannes about something as kiel introduces him as cabel ernst

jennette is hyperventilating?? actually back up is this girl even breathing??

cabel ernst from kiel's letters? the 'loud and obnoxious cabel ernst', who gradually turned into 'my acquaintance cabel ernst', then 'hardworking, passionate cabel ernst', and finally 'my friend cabel'?

she'd actually rather admired this slow build of respect between her friend and the ernst boy, and had even expressed her interest to meet him

"this is the first daughter of his highness prince claude de alger obelia, princess athanasia-" cabel mock salutes the princess before his mouth forms an 'o' and he remembers to bow, "-and here's the emperor's only daughter, her highness princess je-"

andddd his eyes widen comically "-hey, lady, it's you?"

yeah jettie is on the brink of literal death - her entire face reddens as this...cabel, grins at her

she watches as he glances behind her, "and you're the guy who was following us - sup?"

felix flinches "...you knew...?"

cabel shrugs. "i mean you do kinda suck ass at the whole subtle thing."

"don't say it like that," jennette retorts, "felix was trying his best."

"princess 😭😭 you knew as well?"

"uhhhh no?"

athy + kiel in a corner: 👁️👄👁️

they watch as cabel's eyes widen all of a sudden and he just,,,runs away

...🐦...🐦...🐦...

yeah well anyway he comes rushing back a few minutes later, a piece of cloth in his hand "...*huff* here *huff*...you go."

athy totally flips out "jennette is that your CLOAK???!??"

"uhhhhh no?"

"um do you realise uncle would literally wage war at this."

and as if it would make everything better,

"i washed it," cabel offers with a grin

"you didn't," the vastia heir deadpans

"i mean, johan helped a little bit."

kiel smiles murderously at the pair. "johan, did you know cabel took the princess out?"

"wait, you're a PRINCESS??"

your honour they aren't very smart

so the group orders some coffee (milk for cabel smfh) to find out what happened, cabel mentions "date" and everything goes to shit again lmfao

kiel and felix scheme against poor cabel while athy n johan get over that stage pretty quick ("listen. MY sister will be living with ME after the marriage and if your friend wants to be with her he'll have to come with us to obelia." and johan's just like "fine by me ✌️😊") and start planning the wedding

cabel + jennette dip n sneak out of the academy again to get the juice they couldn't the night before bc shit is getting awkward here

on another note, our uncle cius' musical intelligence is actually very high - he can probably play more instruments than i can name tbh, but he feels most comfortable singing and i shit you not, this man has straight up an angel's voice

(didn't like singing in front of others coz he was secretly a nerd and only knew old love songs with deep lyrics, athy found out and educated him)

jennette tends to have nightmares often, most often regarding their family - she's seen her father murder her uncle for the throne, and vice versa, athy admitting her affections towards jennette were a front to get the position of crown princess, her uncle killing her to solidify athy's claim, etc - her family is her everything, so despite however many times these horrible scenes play before her, she's left sobbing uncontrollably

and on these nights, she leaves for her father's room, who holds her close and sings her to sleep

also lucas n jennette are like sibling duo# 1,,, jettie is an active lucathy shipper even though he denies it sm - like their dynamic is just peaceful walks in the gardens as she watches the plants n lucas shi talks the nobility and kiel

claude and athy have a thing for each other's sleeping on each other? idk it's weird

athy once fell asleep on the couch while reading with him, and claude moved her head onto his lap so she wouldn't be uncomfy sitting - well, she woke up to his hand absentmindedly raking through her hair and it was just so soothing that whenever she's tired and he's working or reading, she just plops her head on his lap and zzzz

and claude wondered what was up with that, so she proposed they switch roles and he felt so awkward trying to lay down in front of her lmao

obviously athy noticed and she just started reading, thinking he might be more comfortable if her attention isn't on him completely - she ended up reading out loud while playing with his collar and he just,,,passed out

also anastacius has definitely pulled jennette aside regarding the issue of his heir at some point - she had been hesitant at first before admitting she wouldn't like to be the empress at all

i know we'd all love to see empress!jettie and her sister duchess!athy ruling the court, but i really really really can't see her wanting the title?

so thus start athy's empress lessons, but holy shit her teacher is mean

like this man makes me want to bash his face in?? so he doesn't like the idea of athy becoming empress over jennette at all, all bc of both hers and claude's mothers being commoners

he has one of those long ass sticks that you use in presentation to point at stuff?? idk but basically mans has athy name every region, its lords and their vassals during their first lesson

the first time she gets one wrong, she's too shocked as the stick meets the delicate skin of her forearm to react

now the thing is, wmmap!athy would probably stand up against this bc her dad is the emperor and she's his only heir, but i imagine with anastacius' social nature he holds many parties / balls where she's probably heard claude's mom + diana slander and it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to be self conscious abt it (now she's the emperor's heir while jennette, 100% royal + noble blood, is right there which probably makes her feel even less legitimate)

so she endures it, the light marks on her arms as well as the taunts of his she's too smart to not understand - perhaps this is the price to be accepted in jennette's place?

and honestly, no one really notices until at breakfast a few weeks in, where jennette mentions how her dresses are still so modest when sleeveless dresses were more in fashion - ana is suspicious because athy is always on top of these things, societal trends and such, and claude is sus from the way she hesitates slightly in her answer, "i haven't had the time lately, i suppose"

the lesson after focuses on ettiquete since everyone knows she's good at politics and such already, but now tears of frustration are pooling in her eyes because what the hell?? this guy had made an opinion of her long before he even met her, so anything she did would be wrong in his eyes

he gives her a sinister smile, "tired, princess?"

"no," she insists, keeping her voice level. he's about to spout some other nonsense, when anastacius enters the room, taking a seat across from her

anastacius watches quietly as athy answers the teacher's questions in her "public" voice. he watches as her usually cheery disposition is replaced by something far more...dead, despite the front she puts on for him. he's soundless as she hesitates in her answers where she normally would've been louder, more confident. he stops watching in silence when his niece flinches at the sight of the stick

oh.

he interrupts her lesson, not missing the way she winces almost imperceptibly when he grabs ahold of her arm, announcing, "we're going."

he just- it's just that that was the moment he knew for sure - the sight of his niece emotionally disheveled for the first time reminds him too much of how his own brother had once been, and he'd... he'd promised he wouldn't let anyone hurt his family anymore

he ends up taking her to the port with some of his advisors to welcome some royal guests, insisting that she would learn better from experience rather than books - but the guest delegation gets so boring that he sneaks her out of the meeting n they end up in the streets

now athy has no idea where they are, but apparently her uncle does?? ana has his hand on her head as he navigates the streets of the capitol as if he comes here everyday, using magic to casually disguise the two of them

in the meantime?

felix is at the port trying to cover for them smfh, he makes up this huge story about how the great wise emperor wanted to familiarize his heir with the locals, understand her subjects, yada yada

back at the palace prince claude is currently dragging a man by his collar and only upon jennette's insistence does he throw him in prison rather than literally kill him

(jettie visits him later in prison to give the guy a piece of her mind, after felix's visit he's sporting a few noticable bruises and the prisoner is practically unrecognizable once lucas visits)

back to athy + ana, they end up stuffing themselves with some super good street food as anastacius confesses that yes, he has definitely been sneaking out of the palace ever since he was a lil kid

athy almost mentions that she, lucas n jettie sneak out too but that might give him a heart attack, so

"it's so pretty, uncle cius," she says, gesturing towards the necklace he holds up. once he's paid for it, anastacius fists the necklace, opening it to reveal the jewel pendant - now imbued with his magic and replaced with gold lettering of the word athanasia

and she realises that yes, that's what both him and her dad have called her all her life, haven't they?

"you're my heir, athanasia," he uncle tells her with a small smile, "i am proud of that."

getting teary, she tells him, "i'm really proud of you too, uncle cius," triggering a very flustered + blushy anastacius

this mans craves validation - not from the sycophantic nobility, or the obsequious concubines he'd dismissed all those years ago, but from the family he thought he'd neither have nor deserve

and just the acknowledgement is so large for athy - he wants her as his heir, not because she's his niece, but bc he trusts her to look after his hard work after him??? - yeah she's totally bawling her eyes out

anastacius magics her a handkerchief but my mans magic isn't that strong?? lmao he's used up so much by now that the 'handkerchief' turns out to be some scratchy tissues

awkward amirite

nope! athy laughs at that, offering him a sip of her drink as she magics another straw and a proper handkerchief lmfaoo

n e ways so when they return, everyone's shocked to learn that the crown heir, princess athanasia will actually be joining the official circles as anastacius' temporary aid - he doesn't wanna entrust her to anyone but family, and decides that the best way to learn is by his side

(she's so confused bc lucas doesn't normally bat an eyelash when she wears the prettiest gowns, but he deadass can't look her in the eyes when she's in her aid uniform - it's more like a suit than it is a dress)

yes lucas women in suits >>>>>

everyone is STUNNED when at dinner, claude proposes they leave on vacation??

anastacius is just not having it?? like no, this is not my brother, and he throws a grape at claude to check if it's a clone or sum (¿¿how does that work??)

anyays so he ain't no felix, ana's aim is ass and it hits jettie instead

mans nearly gets on his knees to apologise

long story short everyone preps for vacation, but by some aCCiDeNt claude n athy end up at a different destination than jettie n ana, when she suggests returning to the palace to regroup, mans deadass sulks

"so you wouldn't like to spend this time with your father, despite barely visiting my office for weeks?"

o-oh

so at their return, the nobility starts pestering everyone that the princesses aren't independent enough, yada yada idc so to quell this annoyance, to the girls' joy, they get to move into emerald palace together, while claude and ana stay in the ruby and main palaces respectively

literally emerald palace becomes such a cool place to be in since it's the residence of the only decent people in this family, the brothers spend hours going through the requests of maids who want to be transferred

it's such a busy time because of athy joining the court and jettie starting her studies as well - naturally, since she isn't becoming empress, she'll be getting the duchy claude + athy were to be given in the beginning

speaking of futures, jettie's interest in plants and cooking has definitely branched out into herbs

claude notices her tending to a small garden during his visit to athy and even gives her a few tips (he had been studying medical since he was a kid, and picked it up again when athy was born and the empire stablised somewhat)

this soon becomes a routinely thing, and he actually starts reading up on some herbs and even orders a few for her prospering garden

after a month of her learning from books, claude proposes adding a medic as one of her teachers, and turns out his hunch was right?? she's excelling at medicine and they keep it between themselves for the time being

it doesn't last long though, bc they're on a hunting trip when ana injures his leg

and !! this girl istg, she gets to cleaning and wrapping the wound without blinking an eye, as if it's the most natural thing ever, and claude is just smirking while athy and anastacius and literally everyone else: 🌟💞✨jettie✨💞����

literal tears coming out of anastacius' eyes "how come my daughter is smarter than me😭💅"

claude: that's not a very high standard, brother

anastacius: ✨suddenly i'm an only child✨

behold, the people in charge of running an empire everyone 👏👏👏

even though jennette is claude's (unofficial) student and athy is her uncle's heir, they both ask their dads to the debutante

yes athy does dance with lucas, anastacius sent him an invitation even though he wasn't a noble (he's an active match maker 😌) and nobody dared question the emperor's special guest

at the end of the night, kiel gives jettie a letter from arlanta - it's an invitation to the academy during holidays, from a certain brunette

when she brings up the subject, felix lets out a squeak and literally everyone goes silent 😭😭

athy n kiel are just out here DARING him to spill them beans

but anastacius takes on look at his excited lil kid and decides that yups, she's going to get everything she wants

a/n: i literally don't know how many parts this should have lmaoo but y'all made it this far!! thanks for reading i hope you liked it<3

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

Mal and Ben: The problems on D2

I haven't seen anyone talk about this closely so I'm bringing it up.

Why on earth does D2 frame Mal as the victim when Uma shows up at cotillion when like... Ben has every right to invite another girl.

I mean, the love spell aside. If he really invited Uma to cotillion why is Mal fucking crying and being "ohh poor her, she is so upset". What is she upset about?? Why is she and everyone else acting like Ben cheat on her??

Did you all forget she abandoned him after ONE discussion in which, by the way, she tried to spell Ben? And then broke up with him and made it very clear she wanted that and it was the best for everyone.

Let's take a close look at this. I´ll try to keep my mind open. Hold yourselves guys, this may be a little long. 

Ben and Mal's relationship seems... Problematic at the beginning of D2. They have a communication issue, Ben is busy and stressed but he never shows it to Mal, he always wants to be the perfect prince for her. Mal is constantly lying to him and hiding things from him, changing herself to "fit" with what she thinks Ben wants.

Is clear that Mal has many trusting and self-esteem problems (I think some therapy would do her good). Also, she has a problem with the use of magic, it has become a bad habit, and no matter what everyone says to her, she ignores them and victimizes herself. Her behavior is even a little self-destructive, and towards Ben, is really toxic. 

Ben is seen trying his best to make her feel comfortable, and yes, him being busy all the time and not very open to her either doesn't help Mal's problems. But here is the thing, the movie, constantly frames their situation as it was only Ben's job to make an effort, but is it really? I feel like the movie wants us to think Ben should have known what Mal was feeling, that he should have been there paying her attention.

And I don't think that's fair. He is still a teenager, and not an ordinary one, he already has a whole kingdom on his hands, an entire nation that depends on him. His duty is with Auradon first. And still, he tries his best to spend time with Mal, to visit her between classes, to be available to her. And even if his only occupation was being Mal's boyfriend, I believe is unfair to expect him to just know what Mal feels. 

People who had emotionally unavailable parents growing up, people inexperienced in healthy communication, people under a lot of stress, people with depression, people with PTSD, with ADHD, neurodivergent people, even people who had a bad day, or is sleepy, all these people are many times unable to understand indirect signals from people around them, that doesn't make them bad people, or bad parents, bad siblings, bad partners. 

That is why good communication is so important in a relationship. We cant expect Ben to just know, when Mal has been lying to him for weeks, and possibly (we´ll get to that) spelling him to not remember.

This is when we get to their first fight... and oh boy. 

They are sharing a nice moment, Ben even mentions that he misses spending time with her. He compliments her for making all that food. And then he finds the spellbook, and he is not even angry. He is disappointed because he didn't just find out she used magic to make the picnic, he just finds out she has been lying to him for gods know how long. 

And then... Mal tries to spell him. 

I cannot express enough how wrong that was. How messed up that was. This not only shows us how Mal is unable to take responsibility and face any kind of consequence for her actions, but this also shows truly abusive behavior towards Ben. She is erasing his memories and only leaving the ones she wants him to remember, that is manipulation, which is basically magical gaslighting. 

Imagine if Ben after that fight decided he didn't want to date Mal anymore, but now he can't, because she erased his memories, she went against his wishes and left him unable to walk away from her. It removes his free will and is a violation of his freedom. It's very worrying that she knew that spell by memory and didn't even think before start casting it the second Ben showed any emotion aside of the “happy nice boyfriend” she wants. 

It's still debatable whether Mal had spell him before in similar situations or not because we don't have enough information to confirm it. But the isolated incident is very abusive on its own, even if she never actually spell him. 

And what makes it worst is that she doesn't apologize, the next thing she says is “Ben, it's been so hard for me”. She is taking the blame out of her again, justifying her actions. And I think that is one of the worst parts, she doesn't think what she did is wrong, she thinks she had to do it. 

This is when we get to Ben very rightfully being angry for the first time in the movies. Let me make it clear: He says for the first time what he really feels and it turns against him. Mal then finally tells him why she did all that and admits that she has been faking it all, again, without taking any guilt on this whole situation. 

Ben tries to keep talking about the matter but Mal refuses. Then she runs away because she “Doesn't belong there”. She doesn't tell Ben, doesn't even bother breaking up with him, she just leaves. And we once again see Ben excusing Mal's abusive behavior.

When Evie goes to tell Ben that Mal went back to the Island he is the one who assumes all the blame, saying it was all his fault, that he should have been more understanding of her, and he acted “like a beast”. Now, here is our prove that Ben is also dealing with some serious self-esteem problems, he doesn't express his feelings, and the first time he does, he thinks he wasn't entitled to feel them, he feels he was ”a beast” just because he showed anger. He doesn't know how to show his emotions in a healthy way. 

The way Ben feels like he was to be perfect and the “ideal good person” all the time really worries me. Is like he is afraid all the time to hurt the feelings of others. And the way he specifically uses the word Beast as something negative that he doesn't want to be, and the way he backs in fear when his father loses his temper in the first movie, really makes you think about the way he was raised. 

Many people have pointed out that Ben and his family show signs of domestic violence and I couldn't agree more. Is very telling the way he excuses everything Mal does and bearly disagrees with her. We have seen how his father gaslights him, and if he is used to that type of treatment, of course, he cant see how wrong it is what Mal does.

Despite Mal giving up on their relationship, Ben still tries to talk to her, putting himself in danger (yes, as King is very dangerous for him to go to the isle without protection) to work out their problems and apologize to Mal. The first thing he says is “I'm so sorry about our fight, it was all my fault” He takes full responsibility for the discussion, no question asked. 

When Mal says she doesn't think she can change, Ben says that then he is the one who will change. I think it speaks for itself, Mal isn't willing to bend her agenda for him, but he is.

Mal refuses to come back, refuses to try to solve their problems no once, but at least three times during this conversation. Just to end it with Ben asking if she loves him, and she doesn't answer, she instead says this is what is best for everyone and asks Ben to go three times.

So big shock, he does. 

He gets the message, and he decides to come back to Auradon, where, by the way, he is needed. And he gets kidnaped and then Mal has to rescue him. When they meet again after, coming back to Auradon in the car, Ben apologizes AGAIN because “things didn't go the way Mal wanted” like, this is getting ridiculous, what is he apologizing for this time??

So, let's see. Mal lies to him for weeks, when she gets caught she tries to spell Ben and doesn't take any responsibility, abandons him and then repeatedly tells him that she wants to end things and that she is not willing to try to resolve things. 

So Ben accepts, and when he decides to bring another girl to cotillion Mal is suddenly surprised, and hurt, and upset???

Like, does she want him to move on or not? Is not even like she is worried about him going out with Uma, someone who captures him, she is upset because HOW DOES HE DARE GO BACK TO THE ISLE TO GET SOMEONE HE CARES ABOUT (You didn't care when you were the one he went to get hhum Mal?).

It pains me how much Mal can't stand to look at Ben being happy with someone. The whole damn movie she told him to stay away, she told him that she wanted what was best for him. So why now, in front of everyone, SHE is the one playing victim? Why is she acting like Ben is the one who broke her heart, the one who gave up on her??

She broke up with him, she abandoned him, she refused to talk to him, she told him to get away, and NOW she wants him to be understanding and forgiving??

And when the fucking painted glass shit is revealed she realizes he loved the real her?? Because he put her green eyes and purple hair on a painting? Not because he put his life in danger for her, not because he told her he was willing to change for her?

She wants him to love her “as she really is”. Why doesn't SHE love him like he really is?? She walked away from him the second he wasn't perfect, but she can make all the mistakes in the world and should just... be forgiven?

No, sorry, I´m not buying that. And I certainly don't want them to marry.

[kishimoto-did-us-dirty]

Naruto Characters and Quarantine (Part 1)

Naruto characters x reader during quarantine

warnings: none

rating: K+

includes: konoha 12, sand siblings

Authors Notes: These are centered on the idea that the two of you are adults who don’t live or work together.

part 2, mayhaps?? anyone want that?? 👀

Anywho, enjoyyyy~

also, remember, these guys are shinobi. they gotta stay healthy, which is what I kept in mind when writing a lot of these.

Naruto

- totally ignores social distancing rules to come and see you

- he just has to, he doesn’t know what he would do if he didn’t :( probably die of y/n-deprivation

- this boy will not care at all about social distancing if none of you or any of your loved ones are at greater risk

- will sneak into your apartment and spends nights cuddling with you to get through his restlessness of not being able to go outside as much

- will bring you food and do your grocery shopping for you 100% if you or those around you are at a higher risk and can’t do it yourself

- just don’t expect your groceries to be 100% what you asked for

- “How was I supposed to know that Nesquik doesn’t count as a seasoning!?”

Sasuke

- non-massacre au

- another rule breaker

- just to a lesser degree

- he’s definitely gonna come see you whenever he wants, he just won’t do as much touching

- like, if you two are watching a movie together, you’re sitting on opposite sides of the sofa

- which honestly he was fine with at first, but then he realized he’s a little something called.... ✨touch starved✨

- and is now having a hard time not touching you as much as he wants

- he gradually gets more touchy overtime but still always insists on sanitizing afterwards

- he still won’t do more than a peck tho. he would absolutely hate it if you got sick bc of him.

- he also brought you a shit ton of toilet paper at the beginning of quarantine because he was worried you wouldn’t have any and it was the last batch he saw

- it’s his form of romance

Sakura

- at first she was totally all for the rules

- you two kept six feet apart with masks on at all times

- but very gradually and unconsciously... that changed lol

- she started to completely forget about the rules as it went on and would just randomly grab your arm or hug you out of excitement without even realizing it

- eventually she resorts to touching but with very strong precautions

- you both will sanitize, brush your teeth, wipe down areas, etc. as soon as you’re done hanging out

Shikamaru

- 50/50 with him

- he doesn’t care so much so as to stop seeing you and won’t wear a mask around you

- but if you try to kiss him he goes “you know we can’t do that right now.”

- will grab your hands and play with them and everything

- and may occasionally cuddle

- but he’s not going to do it as much as usual

- you two mainly just nap together

- but now you guys are napping with a couple feet between you

- again, these guys are shinobi. they gotta stay healthy and he knows that. he can’t prioritize kissing you over being the village’s strategic backbone and he needs you to understand that, too.

Choji

- my baby boy :(

- he tries so hard

- he really does

- but he just has to be around you

- he won't risk any health precautions and will still keep distance

- but he will always find ways to spend time with you while staying six feet apart

- expect a lot of social distancing picnics and food dates

- will 1000% bring you food if you need any

- he will also gladly buy you masks, sanitizer, wipes, etc. if you need it

Ino

 - Ino isn’t as frivolous as many people in the fandom depict her

- She has a good head on her shoulders

- She may be a hopeless romantic, but she isn’t stupid and knows she has a job at the hospital

- She basically just like Sakura except a little more feisty

- will yell at you if you don’t socially distance well enough

- but will also snuggle you if she knows she has some sanitizer on hand to use afterwards

- ultimately, she knows she has to prioritize your guys’ health

Kiba

- not a total rule breaker

- he’s just like a kicked puppy tbh

- will always use his nose to sniff out sickness on you when you’re not looking (you know how like some dogs can?)

- will gives you hugs and look after you

- but he, too, will keep social distancing

- I could see him just grabbing your shoulders after a distanced hang out and just gently rubbing your shoulders from an arm’s length bc he knows he can’t get any closer

- but he does break the rules sometimes 

- he’s snuck in a few kisses here and there

- Akamaru always barks at him for this though

Shino

- I love him so much

- but he ain’t breaking the rules

- he’s definitely going to social distance from you, bc him getting sick means his whole colony gets sick

- and he needs to keep himself healthy

- not to mention, if you got sick?

- he can’t even stand the thought

- he’ll just watch you do your thing from a good 6-7 feet apart and hope for everything to end soom

- he also puts a bug on you without telling you that’ll track your health

- that way he knows when you’re sick or not

Hinata

- I headcanon Hinata as being a bit of a security freak tbh

- not in the sense that anything’s wrong with her

- but she has to check that the doors leading into the house are all locked before going to bed, always stocked up with medical supplies in case of emergency, having extra face masks on her just in case, etc.

- small and quiet but still very safe

- she just likes to keep her distance and maintain safety

- she lives in a compound so any spread within it will likely extend to a few other people within her clan

- so she likes to stay distant

- but she really loves social distancing dates :)

- things like picnics, outdoor movies and training sessions!

- definitely makes you a lot of food and small gifts to make up for the lack of touch

Neji

- another rule-follower

- I mean what did you expect

- he just really doesn’t want you or anyone else getting sick because of reckless actions

- will 100% sanitize everything for you before and after you use it if you guys are out in public

- he claims it’s because you just won’t do it right

- but really it’s just because he cares

- kissed you a total of 3 times and felt a little guilty after the third since it was right after he came back from a mission and he hadn’t cleaned himself off yet

Lee

- follows the rules almost too well

- makes sure that you both are six feet apart at literally all times and might as well measure as much considering how dedicated he is to it

- HE’S HELLA DRAMATIC ABOUT IT ALL THOUGH

- EACH TIME HE REALIZES HE CAN’T HUG YOU BRINGS ON A NEW WAVE OF PASSIONATE TEARS

- he just cries a lot about it and really wishes things weren’t like this

- will often go grocery shopping with you bc he buys groceries for his elderly neighbors who are at a greater risk so they don’t have to go out (awwww)

- he will get very upset when he sees people outside without masks on when it’s things like that that make the virus keep spreading and thus keeping him from you for even longer :(

Tenten

- honestly I think she’s really casual about the whole thing

- always wears and mask and sanitizes everything, yeah

- but she gives you hugs and kisses just fine

- but only in private

- and she won’t be cuddling

- she just keeps her distance but still gives affection

- the type to get angry if you aren’t being safe enough

- like if you go to a party with multiple people there?

- she’ll scold you 100%

Gaara

- Gaara would have to social distance as kazekage

- he’s not allowed to run the risk since it’s public knowledge you aren’t living together

- this makes having private moments very difficult

- and he has to set a proper example for his citizens

- it’ll also be a large political scandal only worsened by his political opposers if he were to be caught not social distancing

- also if he got sick then that would leave the village susceptible to enemies who would take advantage of his vulnerability and attack

- but you two still do things together

- water cacti, discuss political events, watch over the village, etc.

- he gave you a cute succulent to look after while he’s not there as much

Kankuro

- similar to Gaara, as his brother, it wouldn’t look very good if he was caught disobeying the rules

- he’s pretty mature about it but will have private moments with you when you’re alone

- he doesn’t care so much about keeping 6 ft apart when you two are alone

- he just won’t go overboard

- just some handholding, hand kisses, and just petting in general

- when quarantine ends though, he’s all over you omg

- you’re the first person he comes to see and will hold you so tight

Temari

- angry love

- will personally bark orders at you about proper safety precautions

- your mask never has to worry about being on improperly when temari is around

- you can see her blush underneath her mask though

- despite her tough exterior, it’s visible just how sad she is

- Temari is tough but she thrives off of being around the people she loves

- not being able to be truly with you really makes her depressed for a while

- even offered to have you moved into the kazekage family house with them so you didn’t have to socially distance at home anymore

- takes every precaution she can with herself and those around her so this can end faster and she can be with you again

THAT’S ALL! SORRY THEY LOWKEY SUCKED! MAYBE A PART 2 IF REQUESTED ENOUGH???

[somerandomdutchfangirl]

Hetalia Family Week - Day 1: Hobbies

This is my entry for @hetafamilyweek day 1 - hobbies (and hugs)

Summary:  They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

This has also been posted to my a03!

Disclaimer: the opinions of the characters aren’t necessarily the authors opinion. Also, some of the sentences have been translated with Google Translate. If there is any mistake, please let me know and I'll fix as soon as possible! The translations are at the end.

Names used:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Antonio = Spain

Matthew = Canada

Abel = Holland, @starflight-blog oc

Sjoerd = Friesland, @starflight-blog oc

Lieke = Groningen, @starflight-blog oc

Relevant headcanons time!  

- Femke owns a cat named Mika

- Matthew and Willem are married (see end notes for more info)

- Matthew uses he/they pronouns

:readmore:

They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

"Can't you two sit still for like five minutes? If you want this painting to actually look good, you're gonna have to let me actually have time to paint you!"

"What if we want it to look like Picasso?"

"Laurent, hoepel een eind op, Picasso sucks and so do his paintings."

"Don't let Antonio hear you say that."

"Antonio can go fuck himself."

"Guys, let's keep this fun, alright? I want to enjoy this day," Femke chimed in. Willem huffed but didn't complain further. Laurent grinned and continued composing a piece for the harp standing next to him.  

(When Laurent had led them towards his "inspiration room" as he liked to call it, which was just a room filled with instruments, art supplies and more, both siblings had been filled with dread at the thought of Laurent playing the tuba, or god forbid, the trombone. Willem had said: "Laurent, I swear to god, if you're going to play the tuba or the trombone, I'm going to throw both you and the instrument out of the nearest window." To which Laurent had been a smartass and replied, "Can you even lift all that weight though?" That had ended up in a chase through the house that ended when Femke tackle-hugged both.)

The comfortable silence continued for a while, broken only by the occasional sigh from one of the siblings or Laurent trying the piece on the harp.

"Hey, Fem," Laurent walked up to her while he was taking a quick break, "What're you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to embroider our pets, but this stitch just won't work, godverdomme-"

"Maybe you should take a break and come back to it later? It's getting late anyway, we should eat dinner soon," Laurent suggested. Femke nodded. When no conformation came from Willem, they turned to him.

"Hey, earth to Willem! Did you hear what we just said?" Laurent asked, walking up to him and quickly stopping next to him. "Nondikass!" He exclaimed. "Willem, that looks amazing! How'd you do that in such a short time?!"

Femke, now curious, walked up to her brothers and peeked over their shoulders. "What the fuck, Willem," she gaped at the painting in front of her. It was clearly her and Laurent doing their respective hobbies, with beautiful lighting and background. The vibrant colours of the front of the painting was a stark contrast to the background, which had much softer tones. "You told us you were rusty! What part of this is rusty?!"

Willem, who was now looking more like a tomato, opened his mouth, no doubt to point out all the things that were wrong with it, but Laurent cut him off. "Nope, Mr. Perfectionist, you're not pointing out all the imperfections of this, and that's final. This is a masterpiece, seriously. Don't give me that look!"

"You know," Femke mused, "I might actually hang this in my house once it's dry."

"Guys," Willem said, flustered, "It's not that good. Really. Thanks for the compliments, but-"

"No buts!" Femke exclaimed at the same time Laurent yelled: "Not that good?!"

"Yeah, it's... the colour's off, the perspective is weird, and-"

"I am this close to actually strangling you with your scarf, Willem," Femke cut him off, her hands on her hips. "So what if it isn't perfect? That doesn't make it look any less amazing! I'll tell you what, we're gonna take a break, then we're going to come back here, and you'll see how amazing this actually looks."  

Willem looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine..."

"Now don't go around brooding like that, it's no fun," Laurent said while shooting Femke a quick thumbs-up. Femke grinned.

"Now, come on! I'll make waffles!"

---

"Hey, Matthew replied!" Laurent exclaimed, effectively cutting off Willems' story on the antics of Abel and Sjoerd.

(Apparently, they had gotten into a fight over who had the most creative curse words. This had ended in Abel singing along to the curse word song in Dutch, until Lieke walked in. Sjoerd had promptly slapped a hand over Abel's mouth to stop him from ‘tainting Lieke's innocence’. It was weird.)

"What do you mean?" Willem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, dearest brother of mine," Laurent replied with a shit-eating grin, which did absolutely nothing to ease Willem's worries. "Because you didn't seem too convinced by us literally shouting how amazing your painting was, we decided to send a picture to Matthew-"

"You what?!"

"-to see what he thinks of it," Laurent continued, unfazed. "Since, you know, you seem to care a lot about what they think, about as much as you care about what we think? I mean I would hope so, considering we're your siblings, but-"

"You're getting off track, Laurent," Femke cut him off. "Anyway, we figured that if anyone other than us would manage to convince you that your painting is amazing, it's gonna be Matthew."

"I-"

"Don't even try to deny it. We went to your wedding, remember? We know how much you care about him. Which is a good thing, by the way. So, Laurent, what did they say?"

"Well, there's an all-caps keysmash, followed by an all-caps 'what?!'. Scratch that, basically everything is in caps. So, the general train of thought is 'what the fuck, this is beautiful, how the fuck did he do this, he calls this rusty?!' And finally, 'I love it 10/10 would hang in my living room and/or show off to my family and friends. It's beautiful and I'll physically fight him on that.'"

"Awww, that's so sweet! See, Willy, your painting truly is amazing!" Femke, sporting a somehow genuine but shit-eating grin, patted her brother on the back. Said brother had his head in his hands and may or may not be crying.

"I hate you two," came the muffled reply with no real heat behind it. Femke and Laurens laughed.

"We love you too, you softie! Now come on, who's ready to spend more time together!" Femke cheered, already halfway across the room.

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"Jezus Christus, Femke, that looks amazing!" Willem said, looking at the embroidery his sister had made. It pictured their pets, Pelutze, Mika, and Nijntje. 

"Aww, thanks Willem!"

"Wait, let me see- wow, sis, this is really good! I love it!"  

"Thank you, Lau! By the way, is your composition nearly finished? I want to hear it!"

"Me too, actually."

"Well, it's not done yet, but I can play what I have so far?"

"Yes please!" Femke smiled.

Laurent sat down and started playing the piece of music he had written on the harp. Moving his fingers delicately along the strings, the beautiful melody carried along the room. Once he was done, he looked up.

"So... what did you think- Femke are you okay?!"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... it's so beautiful!" Femke cried, flinging herself at Laurent and crushing him in a hug.  

"I agree with Femke, it was wonderful," Willem chimed in, walking over to his siblings. Femke quickly included him in the hug.

"You two are so talented, what the hell!"

"Fem, you're crushing me," Laurent gasped. "And don't you dare exclude yourself, have you seen what you just made?!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, remember," Willem said, parroting her words back to her with a smirk.

"Why are you like this?"

Willem laughed at this. "You still love me despite it, though!"

"That's not an answer!"

"Is it not?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Guys, please stop. This is a stupid argument," Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Rolling your eyes at us? How rude, Lau," Willem said, locking him in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Hmmm, let's see... Nope."

"Oh, come on! Fem, help me out here!"

Femke just laughed in response.

"Betrayal!" Laurent screeched, struggling to get out of his brother's headlock. Femke just laughed harder in response, almost falling over.

"You know, you could always just say the magic word to get out."

"The magic- What am I, five?"

"You certainly act like it sometimes."

"Fëck dech."

"Real mature, Laurent."

"Oh, like asking for the magic word is so mature."

"Absolutely. I haven't heard it yet, by the way. Femke, are you doing alright?" Willem asked, as his sister was now lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she shook no.

"Seems like you'd better let me go before we make Femke choke," Laurent commented. Willem tsk-ed.

"Fine, fine. Fem, get up," he said, letting Laurent out of the headlock and extending a hand towards Femke.

"Give- give me a... minute," she said, still gasping for air. After she managed to get enough air in her lungs and not burst out laughing after she saw her brothers standing in front of her with worried (albeit semi-irritated) looks, she finally took Willem's offered hand.

"You two are utter morons."  

Willem gasped. "Are you hearing this, Laurent? Slander, complete and utter slander!"

"Well, she's right about one of us, and it isn't me."

"Laurent, ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt-"

"Try me, old man-"

"Who're you calling old you little-"

''Oh for- hou uw bakkes! If this becomes another argument, I will smother both of you!''

''You wouldn't dare,'' Willem said. After a beat of silence and a fierce glare from Femke, he added: ''Would you?''

''I don't know, why don't you find out?''

''Fem, you're scaring me a bit here,'' Laurent said nervously. Femke hummed. Laurent looked at Willem, wide-eyed. Willem just looked back and shrugged.

''Could you even reach me though?'' Willem, who apparently had a death wish, asked.

Femke whipped around, glaring at her brother. Willem just glared back.

''Guys, no, no one's getting killed today,'' Laurent interjected. ''This is supposed to be a fun family meeting, remember? If there's any way anyone's going down,'' he added on, a devilish grin on his face as he slowly inched closer to his still glaring siblings, ''It's going to be this way!'' he yelled as he quickly poked Willem in his side, who immediately yelped and tried to get away. To no avail, because Femke quickly latched onto his arm and started poking him in his side too.  

''No, Fem, wait- What did I do to deserve this?!''

''Well, uh... you took the last waffle?''

''Are you asking me, or-'' Willem started to ask, then yelped again as his siblings started to tickle him.

''No! Please, mercy!''

''Hmmm, Lau, what do you think? Should we stop?'' Femke asked, looking at her younger brother.

''I don’t know, Fem,'' Laurent answered back, devilish grin still on his face. ''He hasn’t said the magic word yet.''

''Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! Laurens, stop!''

''Hmm, let me think. Nee.''

Femke snickered. ''He looks like a worm, wiggling like that.''

''How the fuck-''

''Oh my god you're so right,'' Laurent said. ''Willem the worm,'' he started to say, but burst out laughing halfway through. Femke laid on top of Willem, wheezing. Willem, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified.

''You two are so immature,'' he said.

''Says the guy currently laying on the floor because he's ticklish.''

''I will strangle you,'' Willem threatened.

''Try me, bit- Hey!'' Laurent started to say, before Willem had reached forward and pulled him besides him.

''You know, this is actually surprisingly comfortable,'' Femke commented after a beat of silence.

''No, you're heavy. Get off me- Lau don't you dare lay on top of Femke or I swear- oof!''

''Hmm? What was that?''

''I'll kill you.''

''Aw, we love you too!''

''... Ugh, fine, if I say it, will you get off?''

''Maybe!''

''You two are gremlins, oh my god. Fine, I love you too.''

''He said it! Lau, he said it!''

''Yeah yeah, we all heard it. Now get off me.''

''I mean... technically I never promised I'd get off-''

''Off. Now. Or I'll never bring you stroopwafels again.''

This earned him a scandalized gasp from both of his siblings.

''You’re so mean! How dare you deprive us of stroopwafels?!''

''You can't do that!''

''You two are impossible. I said off,'' Willem complained, trying to sit up. Which was hard, considering Femke was literally laying on top of him.  

''Say the magic word first.''

''Are you serious right now? Femke, we are not five.''

''So?''

''... Fine. Femke, can you please get the fuck off me?''

''Fine, close enough,'' she said as she got off Willem, who immediately took a deep breath.

''Finally, oh sweet air how much I've missed you.''

''You’re so weird. Anyway,'' Femke said, turning towards Laurent. ''You recorded the whole thing, right?''

Laurent laughed and rolled his eyes. ''Like you had to ask.''

Willem gaped at them, before jumping up. ''Godver- Laurent give that camera here, right now!''

''No, I don’t want to. I must say this is great blackmail material.''

''Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan-''

''Du muss mech als éischt fänken!''

Needless to say, Willem ended up chasing Laurent through the house, Femke following closely behind. In the end, all three of them ended up in a dogpile on the couch, laughing. Yeah, family meetings were fun indeed.

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Translations:

Hoepel een eind op (Dutch) = a nice(ish) way of saying ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’

Godverdomme (Dutch, Flemish) = goddammit

Nondikass (Luxembourgish) = used as an exclaimation, meaning something like ‘damn’.

Jezus Christus (Dutch) = Jesus Christ

Fëck dech (Luxembourgish) = Screw you

Ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt (Dutch) = I will throw you into the North Sea if you don't stop. (The word ‘tyf’ is pretty rude though, albeit used by a lot of teens in my experience, so I would not recommend going around actually saying this.)

Hou uw bakkes (Flemish) = shut up

Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! (Dutch) = ‘Goddammit, of course that's the answer. Fuck!’ (even though the word 'kut’ doesn’t mean ‘fuck’, it's used as a replacement pretty often. The more accurate translation would be ‘vagina’, as that is literally what it means, but it's used as a curse word more often than not.)

Nee (Dutch, Flemish, Luxembourgish) = No

Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan- = Laurent, if you don't give me the camera right now, then-

Du muss mech als éischt fänken! (Luxembourgish) = youre gonna have to catch me first!

Stroopwafels are a Dutch delicacy, I love them so much. Basically, they’re waffles with syrup in between. Google them for examples and probably a better explanation.

I am physically incapable of not adding in a sprinkle of NedCan. I'm sorry (but actually not really,, as stated, Willem and Matthew are married so technically Matthew is family- *gets smacked*)

The ending is more crack and longer than I intended because I have no self-control. Sue me.

Moral of the story: don't anger short ppl. They’re angrier cuz they’re closer to hell-

Yes Willem is ticklish, I said what I said.

Bonus scene: ''Wait, so if Willem is a worm, would Matthew be like... a moose?''

''I am begging you two to stop. Laurent, stop laughing!''

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 40 Pt 2

They all woke late the next morning, no one in a rush to get to school or work, no mad scramble to court, no phone calls to answer, it felt, wrong, she thought. It felt like she should be doing something other than snuggled up in Gustaf’s arms, in a cabin in the snow, without a care in the world.

“Stopthinking.” Gustaf mumbled and tucked her in closer, her giggle making him crack an eye open.

“It just feels wrong not to be up rushing around.” She said quietly.

“That’s why they call it a vacation love, it’s what you’re supposed to do, or in this case, not do.” He kissed her to stop her from talking, from thinking. Lips seductively devouring hers. “Even Lily got the memo.” He purred, the cabin was silent.

“I guess I’m still learning not to be a control freak.” She scoffed.

“It’ll get better. In a week or so you’ll be dragging your feet not wanting to leave.” He chuckled. Pressing her body against him she kissed that clever mouth, relaxing into it. “Fuck I love it when you kiss me like that.” He growled, lips teasing hers to deepen it.

“Breakfast.” She said when he let her up for air. “I need food.” Her stomach groaned in protest to make her point heard loud and clear.

“I’ll get the kids up.” He kissed her again, that relaxed smile splitting his face.

“Are you ok?” She asked him, trailing a finger down his jaw.

“I am. I can’t change what’s happened, I can’t control what she does. I’ll keep us safe, that’s my job, and that’s what I need to focus on, us, this, the kids. That’s what’s important.” He kissed her tenderly. “Are you ok?” She nodded.

“I let it get the better of me yesterday, but I’m ok. She doesn’t get to ruin this, what we have, our family.” Her hand splayed out over his chest. “I promised I’d fight for you Gustaf, for us.” He hooked a finger under her chin and tipped it up so she had no choice but to look at him.

“You do fight for us love, quite viciously.” He kissed her. “And you fight for my family, protect them as well.”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s not enough, that I can’t do enough to protect those that I love.” Her voice was quiet.

“It’s more than enough.” He smiled kindly at her. “You are enough love.” He said gently, echoing her words she’d said to him a million times. “You are enough for me.” He smiled at her soft chuckle.

“I’ve been thinking.” She blurted out.

“When are you not.” He cut in with a smirk.

“True. I’ve been thinking about making partner.” She started, and chewed on her bottom lip. He didn’t growl, just pried it from between her teeth with his thumb and kissed her slowly. It wasn’t the right time for that game.

“And?” He asked, that low tone seductive.

“I want to give it a try, I want to do it.” The hesitation in her voice gutted him, the unsureity.

“Then do it.” He said honestly.

“It’s just... it’s taking a lot on, and it’ll mean changing a few things with the kids and then you’re awa...” He kissed her, deepening it when she went to speak again.

“Do it love, take partner when they offer it to you and we’ll make the rest work. You don’t need my permission.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and watched it fall through his fingers.

“I know I don’t, but it’s a lot and I don’t think I can do it without you.” His eyes snapped to hers, his eyebrow raising slowly.

“You could, and you know you could.” He growled, and flicked her nose.

“It would kill me in the end.” She said seriously. “I’d run myself into the ground and the kids wouldn’t be as happy as they are now.”

“Probably.” He kissed her sweetly. “It worries you, the kids?”

She nodded. “I don’t want to throw more at them to adjust to. This past year has been difficult enough.”

“Take partner love, it’s what you’ve worked your ass off for. We’ll figure out a nanny and housekeeper to lighten the load, a cleaner, even when I’m home. That way we can spend more time with the kids. Whatever you need love. We’ll help them adjust, just like we’re doing now.” He would give her anything if it meant she was doing what she needed to do. He knew how important her independence was, her career, no way was he letting anything or anyone stand in her way.

“You’re sure?” She asked.

“Positive. You’re not on your own anymore and you have nothing to prove to me or anyone love. If it’s what you want to do, then do it, we’ll figure the rest out together as we go.” Her nod told him she wasn’t quite convinced. That would change with time, he’d see to it.

“Do you think Alice would come work for us full time?” She asked softly. “The kids already know her, we know her.”

“I can ask.” And if he paid her enough she’d probably jump at the chance, he thought.

“I was also thinking about my apartment.” Once she started all her thought came flooding out.

“Do you ever stop thinking?” He joked and her laugh had him grinning.

“No, I really don’t.” She chuckled at herself.

“What about your apartment love?” His fingers toying with a stray wave of burnished copper.

“I’d like to knock the wall out and merge the two. Bigger space as the kids get older, a place for them to have friends stay for sleep overs.”

“I like that.” Additional room for kids of our own, he added silently. “You want me to look into it?”

She nodded. “Yes.” Blowing a breath out he realized she was nervous. “Yes I do.”

“These are some pretty big decisions love.” He was a little shell shocked at what she’d just put in motion.

“It’s a new year, I’m starting a new page, moving forward. I’m still grieving and it hurts, but I can’t keep shoving life to the side because of it.” Her voice quiet. He kissed her sweetly.

“That’s my girl.” He murmured against his lips. “So strong.”

“I want this with you, Gustaf.” She said softly. “I want it all with you, and I need to stop holding you and our future together at arms length because of the grief.” Her statement floored him, rocked him to his soul. “It’s not fair on either of us or the kids.”

“I love you Sildie, I want this with you too.” His kiss was nothing short of toe curling. “I want everything with you.”

“Does it scare you?” She asked hesitantly.

“Fucking terrifies me.” He smiled. “But it’s real, this, what we have, is real and it terrifies me because it’s something I can lose. It’s something I can fuck up if I don’t stay on top of my shit.” And he was heartbreakingly serious. He knew he’d lose her and the kids if he let Ana or his demons get the upper hand.

“Scares me too.” She smiled and kissed him sweetly.

“We’re making it work love, in our own way, together.” He kissed her tenderly. “I’ll fight for us too, for you, for the kids.”

“Sweet man I know you will, you have already.” And he had, he’d been protecting her, fighting for her. New Year’s Eve, Elias, the car. Her stomach growled again and she giggled.

“I think we need to feed that monster before it eats you from the inside out.” He chuckled.

“I love you Gustaf.” She said gently and kissed him so his mind blanked.

“And I adore you my love. Come on, up, food, and kids, and hiking.” He kissed her quickly before ripping the covers off, jumping out of bed, and pulling on some sweats. If he stayed another moment he’d be there all day making love to her. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing, but the kids would certainly get an education when they came looking for them.

She heard the soft sobs change to delighted squeals from Lily as her dad dad came and rescued her from her crib, the giggles from the boys as he roused them, he was so good for them. Sildie got breakfast started as the boys dressed, Gustaf entertaining Lily and making tea. She loved this, the mundane tasks with him beside her, they were the moments she cherished most, normal, home, a family unit. They ate together, their meal times becoming something Gustaf had grown fond of. It was the time to voice opinions, troubles, issues, work out how they were going to tackle something, or just strengthen the bond that they’d all been working hard on. Today it was all about where they were hiking to and what cookies were being packed for their picnic. Not a life or death situation, but it was all about the cookies, and to seven year old twins, that was about as life or death as it could get. Just before lunch they headed out, a short two mile hike to the lake where they could have their picnic. “We’re following the blue trail markers boys, keep the markers on your right hand side to stay on the trail.” Gustaf said as they took off at breakneck speed to explore. “They do realize there are things in these woods that will eat them.” He snarked and Sildie laughed. “They are snack size after all.”

“They make enough noise to scare anything away.” She smiled, fuck he loved that smile, carefree and happy.

“True.” He snorted. With Lily between them, a hand in each as she walked and giggled, they set off to follow the boys.

Sildie was right, they made enough noise to scare anything away and make it easier to keep track of their location. Every so often they would run back to Gustaf and tell him what they’d seen or found. Gustaf carried Lily when she started to fuss, the little lady enjoying herself perched up high in his arms pointing at everything and anything as she took in the big wide world. Her tiny hand tapping gustafs cheek as she pointed to things, chattering to him almost non stop. Sildie lagged behind to take some photos, her leggy man and Lily, the boys having an impromptu snowball fight, the vision before them as the lake came into view, family.

“Stay on the trail boys or we’ll lose you in a snow drift.” Gustaf said in that serious dad tone.

When they reached their destination they found a nice spot down by the water which was frozen solid. “Stay off the ice.” Gustaf growled as Liam went to explore. That lurch in the gut made Gustaf want to hurl, as he had a split second vision of the child falling through the ice and getting dragged under by the current. Liams foot stopped mid air with a jolt before joining its mate back on solid ground. “We’ll look at it in a bit to make sure we’re not going to fall through ok?” He softened his tone and Liam nodded coming back to their picnic blanket. Gustaf ruffled the his hair as he came to sit down beside him. “I’m not out to spoil your fun, but we don’t want you falling through the ice.” Liam nodded and hugged Gustaf.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “I didn’t think of that.”

“It’s ok, I’m not angry, just don’t want you hurt. It would be very cold and the current would pull you under quickly.” He said gently. “We don’t want that.” Liam shook his head and hugged Gustaf tighter.

“Can we explore later?” He asked quietly, looking up at him, all wide eyed and hopeful.

“We can.” Gustaf smiled at the kid. He hadn’t meant to sound so gruff, but at least it got the kid to stop and think.

“Cool.” He chirped and hugged Gustaf tighter.

Sildie watched the interaction between them. And he says he’s not good at the dad thing, she chuckled internally. That was such a dad voice and dad thing to do, her heart swelled, that one thought circling.

“Maybe we can bring some skates next time.” Brendan said.

“There might be some in the closet back at the cabin, we can look later and come back in a few days if the weather is good.” Gustaf said taking Lily from Sildie while she got the picnic unpacked.

“I’ll look.” Brendan nodded and helped Sildie with the food.

It was one of those picture perfect days, snow and ice a blanket over the earth, blue skies and the sun smiling down, that breath of wind that kept things comfortable. After eating, trash stashed into the backpack, Sildie sat with Lily while the boys explored. She videoed them heading onto the ice, Gustaf with a twin in each hand, Brendan helping to test the ice with a stick. Gustaf had obviously done this sort of thing before and it was a good lesson for the boys. So good with them, she thought as she watched Finn slip a little and Gustaf stop him from going teeth first into the ice. That one question surfaced inside her again, did she want kids with him, did she want them at all? The panic hadn’t come with the thought this time, just a resounding calm as if she already knew the answer deep down. She smiled as her mind pictured him with their own kids, a future together where they raised a family with children that were the best parts of them. Turning the video off she blew out a breath. “I want kids with you.” She breathed, the barely there whisper screaming in her head. “A future together with a family of our own.” Looking down at Lily she smiled as the child chattered her usual mum mum mum. “God I’m such a hypocrite.” She snorted. “Before I met your dad dad I never wanted kids of my own, even taking you guys were a stretch. Now here I am sitting with my ass in the snow actually contemplating getting pregnant to a man I’ve known less than a year, but love so completely.” She lifted up a giggling Lily and kissed her neck loudly, blowing raspberries and making the the tiny girl squeal. “What’s another one huh? I’m already shackled to you four, what’s few more?” She grinned at her and snuggled her close as Lily hugged her. “I guess I need to talk to dad dad. I’m pretty sure he wants kids but we need to make sure first.” The vision of Gustaf sitting in front of the fire at their cabin, the tiny bootie in his fingers before he placed it in the flames flooded her mind. Ana and her lies aside, he’d wanted that child, devastated that it had been a fabrication. Focusing on the four figures in the distance she felt her heart explode with love. Was she seriously contemplating this? She blew out a steadying breath. “Yeah, I’m thinking it.” She muttered. “But what if he doesn’t want them, what then Lily bear? What if it causes him to spiral?” It was the one thing that shadowed her thoughts. After what Ana did to him she’d have to approach it carefully. It was a decision for them as a couple, not just her. “Dad dad dad.” She chattered. “Yeah, he makes a great dad dad doesn’t he?” She smiled. “I guess I’ll just have to ask him.” She watched as the boys started heading back toward her, those thoughts running through her mind as to how she was going to approach the subject. “Something to occupy my time over the next few days.” She snorted a sigh and grinned as the twins were slipping and sliding all over the place, their giggles echoing back to her.

Sitting with her on the blanket the boys told her about everything they saw, the pictures that Gustaf had taken, so much happiness, she thought. This was what she wanted for them. Stability, love, a man that could be there for them, family.

“Cookie time.” Gustaf said flopping down next to Sildie, those outrageously long legs folding up under him. He kissed her, that gorgeous smile plaster across his face, the calmness of a man at peace with the world around him.

“Keykey.” Lily chattered as she crawled to Gustaf, the little lady wanting her dad dad.

“Yes even for you little monster.” He chuckled and kissed her noisily. They devoured the two packets of fudge chocolate chip cookies, the hike back to the cabin would be enough to burn off the sugar high. Packing up, Gustaf pulled Sildie to him, a moment to just stop and take in the view with her. “See that little hill, all the way over the other side of the lake?” He murmured at her ear, pointing to where he was talking about.

“I see it.” She said, desire coiling in her belly at that lean body at her back.

“That’s the ridge we hiked to on our weekend away, our cabin is on the other side of it.” He kissed her temple and held her against him, breathing in her scent.

“Really?” She turned her head sharply and looked at him, surprise in her eyes.

“Really. Over there for adult time, over here for family time.” He kissed her tenderly.

“Oh I do like the sound of that.” She sighed as the residual tension in her body relaxed.

She heard the giggles a split second before Gustaf froze, his body going stiff as a board. “Excuse me a moment love, I have to go bury a few kids in a snow drift. Be right back.” He grinned against her neck, kissing her just below her ear before pulling away and chasing the boys. They’d thrown a snowball at him and it had gone down the inside of his jacket. She knew she should stop them for fear of them catching a chill, but she couldn’t, the laughter and smiles would be worth the head cold. He got them back in turn, his snowballs significantly larger than theirs, grins just as big. Even Lily got in on the action, running up to each of her brothers and tossing handfuls of snow at them, giggling and squealing as they tossed tiny bits of snow back at her. Setting out for the cabin he walked with the boys as Sildie walked with Lily, the bonding time important for them. Lily was determined to walk and Sildie felt like she was half dragging the poor child. Eventually she wanted up, her little legs all tuckered out and soon she was snuggled against Sildie’s shoulder half passed out, half chattering to her mum mum.

Gustaf took a deep breath as he walked with the boys, the ease of their conversation settling his nerves. There was a question he needed to ask them, one that had been circling his head for a while and he needed to know where he stood. “Hey boys can I ask you something? Get your thoughts?” He said softly, he didn’t want his voice to carry back to Sildie.

“Are we in trouble?” Finn asked as the twins looked at each other and then at Gustaf.

“No.” He chuckled, ruffling the kids hair. “You’re not in trouble, I just needed to ask you something that I’ve been thinking about. Get your input.” Damn he was so fucking nervous.

“Why?” Liam asked somewhat baffled that an adult would be asking for their opinion about anything important.

“Because we’re a family.” Brendan said softly, and Gustaf could see the touch of grief in his eyes as the teen looked at him.

“That’s exactly why.” Gustaf murmured. “We are a family, and good or bad, your thoughts and opinions matter to me. It’s important.” He took a steadying breath and continued. “You know that I love you guys, Lily too, like you were my own kids. And you know I love Sildie, that we’ve been working together to make us as close to a family unit as we can.” All three glanced at him slightly confused as they kept walking. “I love what we have, the family we have become, and I would like to take it a step further and ask Sildie to marry me, but I need to know how the three of you would feel about that?” He said carefully.

“Like our mum and dad were?” Liam asked and it broke Gustaf heart to hear that longing in the child’s tone.

“Yes, like your mum and dad were.” He said gently, his soul ached for them. This had to drag up the grief and he felt sick for asking, but he wasn’t going to be that guy, the one that just did whatever he wanted regardless of how the kids felt. They needed to have their voices heard, their emotions and feeling taken into consideration. Marrying Sildie meant marrying all five of them, this affected them too and they had to be ok with it.

“Does that mean you’d be our dad forever?” Finn asked tentatively.

Gustaf couldn’t help the smile, the way a child’s mind worked still amazed him. “If that’s what you want me to be, then yes. If you want it to stay as it is, that’s fine too.” He paused and looked at Brendan, the teen deep in thought. He knew where this conversation was going to go, something else Gustaf was nervous about. “You don’t have to give me an answer today, but I’d like you to think about it.”

“Would we have to change our last name?” Brendan asked quietly.

“No.” Gustaf said shaking his head. “Sildie doesn’t have to change her name if she chooses not to. That will be her decision.”

“But don’t we have to if you two get married?” He asked, brow creasing. “Mum and dad were married so we have their last name. If you marry aunt Sildie then we’d have to take your name right?”

“It wouldn’t work that way for us B. If Sildie and I were to get married she can choose to take my last name, hyphenate it, or keep it as O’Rourke. If we were to have children of our own they would have my last name or the hyphenated name on their birth certificate. The only way the four of you could take my last name or hyphenate it, is if you choose to legally change it when you turn eighteen.” He watched Brendan carefully as he spoke again. “Or I adopt you. And even then, it’s your choice.” These were tricky questions and he wasn’t sure if he was just shooting himself in the foot with it all. “A choice and decision I won’t force on any of you.”

“Do you want to adopt us?” Brendan asked, the words more a mumble as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask or know the answer.

“Only if that’s something the four of you want. I won’t push B.” Gustaf said gently.

“But is that what you want?” He asked a little more forcefully. The kid had some balls when it mattered. He was thinking long term and how it would affect them all.

“The short answer, yes.” He wasn’t going to fuck around with this. Brendan needed a straight up answer to know where he stood. “Yes, I want to marry Sildie and adopt all four of you. But it’s not as cut and dry as all that. Legally, Sildie is your guardian and responsible for you until you’re eighteen. I’m not sure how it all works and it’s something we’d all have to discuss as a family before we started to actually do anything along those lines. Ultimately Brendan that decision is Sildie’s. Until you’re eighteen, what she says, goes, in the legal guardian department.” He let the quiet take them a few more steps before continuing. “Anyway, that’s what I’d like to do, but it’s not about what I want, you all have a say in this, Sildie too. Because I also understand that it might feel like you’re betraying your father, forgetting him, or replacing him. I love you guys and want to be as much of a dad like person to you as you’ll allow me to be. But if what we have now is the absolute limit, then I’m ok with that. If you’d like me to adopt you then I’m ok with that too.” Gustaf watched the teens shoulders relax. “Think about it, there’s no rush. Think about whether it’s something you’d want and would be comfortable with. I won’t push or force it and I won’t bring it up again unless you guys want to talk about it, ok?”

“I’d like it if you were to marry mum, she needs you, we need you.” Brendan nodded and glanced at Gustaf. “And you need her. You’re happier with her. But the whole adoption thing, I need to think about.” The teen said quietly, his thought process much like Sildie’s. Gustaf knew the kid was conflicted. “I just don’t know.”

“That’s all I’m asking B.” He smiled, gaze flicking to the kid.

“We want you to marry mum too.” Finn said in a hushed whisper.

“I don’t know if want to change my name.” Liam mumbled, he said it so quietly that Gustaf almost missed it.

“And that’s ok, Liam.” Gustaf said gently and saw the more outspoken twin relax.

“But I’ll think about it.” He added, jumping around kicking snow.

“When are you going to ask her?” Brendan asked.

“I don’t know yet, I wanted to be sure you boys were ok with the idea first.” Gustaf said quietly.

“Were ok with it.” Finn grinned.

“Then I guess I need to make proposal plans.” He chuckled.

“Can we help?” Liam asked.

“Sure, but we have to keep this strictly between us men.” Gustaf said seriously. “I may need you guys to run interference so she doesn’t figure it out. Keeping it from her won’t be easy.”

“You do know she hates surprises.” Brendan chuckled. “And keeping anything from her is a bad idea. You do know she’s a lawyer, she’ll sniff out anything not legit.”

“I know.” Gustaf grinned. “But it’ll be a fun ride.”

“You’re crazy.” The teen laughed.

“A little.” Gustaf smiled wide, this had gone much better than he could have ever hoped for.

By the time they arrived back at the cabin all four kids were ready for pajamas, food, and quiet time.

“Go be with the boys I’ll get Lily down.” Sildie said softly as Gustaf helped her get her boots off with an almost asleep Lily in her arms.

“Night Lily bear.” He said kissing her head, the stroke of her hair making her eyes droop even further. “I’ll get a bottle for her.”

It wasn’t late, but the fresh air and sunshine and the physical activity had wiped the kids out. Good, she thought as she sat Lily down and undressed her, they’d had such a good time and it was only day one.

“Dad dad dad.” She sobbed as Sildie snuggled her in all dry and warm.

“He’s coming sweet girl.” She soothed, rocking her from side to side to get her back into sleep mode. There were times where she would have freaked out at holding a child let alone sooth one to sleep, now it was just second nature. “Maybe I can do this.” She whispered, her lips against Lily’s head lightly kissing her. “You’ll have to help me Lily.” She smiled.

And then there he was, all 6’4” of him framed in the doorway like the Viking god he was, damn she was so gone over him. So deeply, so completely in love with him, with every fiber of her being.

His heart almost stopped at the sight of her soothing Lily, damn he wanted kids with her, their own kids. He loved the boys, adored Lily, but he craved children of their own, a part of him, a part of Sildie.

Moving to her quietly he brushed a finger down her cheek before kissing her sweetly, gently rocking with her so he could hold them both close to him. “My two best girls.” He murmured, the soft dad dad of a nearly asleep child making him smile. “Want me to take her?”

“I think she wants you anyway.” She chuckled as she handed Lily over, her tiny hand scrunching in Gustaf shirt. “She’s ruined you for all other women.” She snorted.

“No, you did that all on your own love.” He quipped and kissed her, the slow smoldering kiss that had her nearly begging for more. “You’re the only woman for me.” He growled, desire shooting straight to her core. “The only one I want.” He kissed her again and lingered, tongue teasing, his arousal spiking through his system.

“You’ll have to show me how much you want me later.” She purred, her lips ghosting his as Lily fussed wanting her bottle and her dad dads full attention.

“Count on it kitten.” He devoured her mouth before pulling back with a chuckle as she stared at him stunned.

“That’s illegal.” She breathed. “You can’t kiss me like that.”

“Can, and will do it again, repeatedly. I might show you a few other illegal things later.” He pecked her cheek. “Brendan’s starting dinner.”

“I’ll go supervise.” Walking out of the room she stopped at the doorway and watched him feed Lily her bottle, soothe her in that low timbre she adored. Yes, she thought with a little more conviction, I want kids with you.

She came into the kitchen to find the twins helping out by setting the table and Brendan stirring the pasta sauce. “That smells really good, as always. Need any help?”

“Nope I got it.” Brendan grinned, the kid was at home in the kitchen and happy, so very happy. She’d not seen that smile in over a year.

“You boys have fun today?” There was a chorus of yes.

“The lake was awesome, I hope we can go down and skate later.” The teen said as he put the water on for the pasta to boil.

“But I don’t know how to skate.” Finn said and Liam nodded.

“That’s ok I’ll teach you.” It was the nonchalant shrug of his shoulders that made Sildie tear up. He could have bitched and moaned about having to teach his younger brothers to skate, taking time away from his own ice time, but he didn’t. Such a sweet soul, she thought.

“Really?” Finns face lit up.

“Sure, be ready for a sore butt though. You’re gonna fall over more than skate until you get the hang of it.” Brendan chuckled at remembering his first time on a pair of skates.

“Can you skate mum?” Liam asked, the endearment catching her off guard for a split second. She still wasn’t used to it.

“I can, it’s been a long time though. My butt will probably be sore too.” She scoffed.

“That’s ok I’ll kiss it better.” Gustaf murmured at her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist holding her close.

“I bet you will.” Her voice thick with sarcasm.

Brendan served dinner and they sat around the large dining table to eat, talking of the day and what they were going to do tomorrow. With the building of a snow fort decided, Gustaf found some ice cream and dished out three scoops each, watching the boys eyes go wide before they devoured it. It wasn’t long before the twins were yawning, Brendan a little beat too.

Gustaf read to them by the fire again, the sound of his voice soothing not only the kids, but Sildie as she took care of the dishes and secretly filmed their story time. He would need these moments to look back on when he was away. And that was something she was dreading, twelve lonely weeks without him beside her would feel like an eternity.

She’s been so wrapped up in her thoughts she only realized he was behind her when those talented hands found her hips, the tender kiss to her temple.

“Leave them.” He murmured. “And dance with me.”

As she dried her hands and turned she could hear the jazz whispering around the cabin. She’s been so zoned out in her own head she hadn’t heard him put it on. Stepping into him as his arms held her to him she saw the boys reading, content and happy. Swaying to the soft tune she lost herself in the moment of just the two of them. A moment where they were both at peace, no outside stressors, just the love between them.

“How did I get so lucky to be with you?” He asked, the tenderness in his voice soothing her soul.

“I think it’s us who are the lucky ones.” Her gaze met his, ocean blue looking back before she kissed him with a love so deep he thought he’d drown in it.

“I’m so in love with you Sildie.” He whispered.

They both stopped as a pair of arms circled around them, Brendan hugging them both. The grip the teen had on Gustaf told him the kid wasn’t doing ok. The soft sob a moment later confirmed it.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, trying to reign in his emotions.

“B, honey what’s wrong?” Sildie said gently. Gustaf went to pull away to give them room but she held him there. “Talk to me love.” She murmured and held him to her, an arm wrapped around both Gustaf and Brendan.

“I’m happy. You’re here with Gustaf, and we have a family and I’m happy but I’m sad too.” He sobbed. “It’s not fair because I want mum and dad, but if they were still here we wouldn’t be here with you. And then I feel bad because I’m happy with you and I shouldn’t be wanting mum and dad now. And then I’m angry because they left us. They didn’t fight to stay here. They just left.”

Gustaf wrapped both Brendan and Sildie up in his arms, effectively sandwiching the kid between them. He felt like an ass. Had this been because of their discussion earlier today? Had he set the kid up to spiral? His mind reeled as Sildie talked to Brendan. How did he make this better?

“You’re right B, they left, and you have every right to be angry at them for leaving. But they fought honey. They fought so hard to stay here.” She said as her fingers smoothed his hair. “Your mum fought to hold on so Lily could live.”

He heard Sildie’s voice break and that alone killed a piece of him inside.

“But sometimes the body is so damaged it can’t be fixed or fix itself love.” Gustaf heard the tears in her voice and kissed her temple, lingering, trying to offer any comfort to the two of them that he possessed.

“They loved you Brendan, so much, and you’re right it really isn’t fair.” Her heart was breaking for him.

“I just don’t know how to feel sometimes.” Brendan mumbled, tears streaking his cheeks.

“You’re torn between the love for your mum and dad, and the love for the family we are trying to become.” Gustaf said gently and Brendan nodded. “It’s ok not to know how to feel about it. It’s ok to miss them, to be angry at them, to want them here instead of us.” Brendan looked at Gustaf wide eyed. “It’s ok B. They were your parents, it’s normal to want them to be here over me and Sildie.”

“You’re not mad?” The teen asked in a whisper so soft Gustaf barely heard him, as if the teen didn’t want to voice the question.

“No B, I’m not mad. You’re always going to want them over us, it’s normal and I doubt it will change. We just want to give you the best and closest thing to a family as we can. The only thing that matters is that you’re all safe, happy, and loved. The rest of it we can figure out as we go along.”

“I’m sorry.” Brendan said again sniffing. “I kinda ruined tonight.”

“You ruined nothing love.” Sildie said softly, and kissed his forehead as he hugged her tighter. “We are a family and this is what a family does. We cry, we talk, we figure it out, together.”

“Love you.” He mumbled into her shoulder and Sildie felt him relax.

“I love you too. So much honey.” Sildie said and looked up at Gustaf, the overwhelming comfort she felt from him wrapping around them. His fingers drawing patterns on her lower back to ease the tension she felt, keeping her anxiety and panic leveled. The soft kiss to her forehead reassuring her that they were ok and to roll with it.

“Shall we make some hot chocolate? Pancakes? Because let’s face it, Gustaf’s pancakes make everything better.” She smiled at Brendan as wiped the tears away with her thumb before kissing his brow.

“Pancakes.” The kid nodded.

“Well I guess I’ve been voluntold.” Gustaf quipped and Brendan grinned swiping the tears away and pulling himself together.

“I’ll help.”

“Come on then.” He kissed Sildie’s cheek and lingered, gauging whether she needed a moment or not. “Breathe love.” He murmured and heard the shuddered breath out. “It’s all ok. Just breathe for me ok?”

Her kiss was chaste, the thank you evident in it’s harsh contact. Emphasized by her thumb brushing his crows feet. Lines she adored, that comforted her.

They ate pancakes in front of the fire, the twins curling up with Brendan sensing he needed his siblings. That familiarity of a family broken and long gone, yet a new one forging a closer bond with each day.

Finally with the kids in bed she took a shower, his hands finding her hips shortly after she’d stepped in. Strong fingers wandered the silky skin of her hips, up her torso to cup her breasts, mouth plundering the nape of her neck. He had a hunger for her tonight that needed to be fed. “My Sildie.” He sighed as her head rested back against his shoulder, she was wrung out from the emotional upheaval from earlier.

Her hands reached behind her for his hips, those thighs.

“I want you, every second of every day I want you around me.” He turned her gently before diving his hands into her hair and feasting on her mouth, passion and desire flooded her system as he took what he wanted and gave her everything of himself.

“The water’s not going to stay hot for long enough.” She breathed, slightly unsteady as he let her up for air. Not only would they run out of hot water, the shower was only just big enough for them to stand in and turn around, not really made with water sports in mind. With a silent gentle kiss he soaped the cloth and washed her, tended the body he was about to ravage. As she turned to rinse off he washed quickly, the water already starting to cool.

“Good call on the water.” He chuckled, bundling her into a fluffy towel and holding her to him, the soft kiss stealing her thoughts.

“Yeah I noticed yesterday when I took a bath. Got it about three quarters full and then it started to cool.” She stared up at those dusty blue eyes, the twinkle held such mischief.

“I’ve spoiled you at home.” He grinned, resting his forehead against hers.

“You have.” She snorted as she turned away to clean her teeth.

“Get into bed I’ll be there shortly.” Kissing the dip at her neck as she finished brushing. “This bathroom isn’t big enough for the two of us to be in at the same time.” He watched her go, the deliberate sway of those hips mesmerizing and making his cock twitch.

She was curled up in the middle of the bed by the time he’d finished in the bathroom and turned the lights off for the evening. Tossing another log on the fire he curled up spooned behind her.

That one finger hooked the sheet at her shoulder and tugged it down her body slowly, igniting an inferno along her skin where it touched. She felt him hard against her ass already, his thickness nestled between her cheeks. “There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t crave every inch of you.” He murmured. “To touch you, kiss you, claim you.” He knew what those words did to her, the way it made her wet, turned her on. “I daydream about tying you up and taking you how I want.” His teeth grazed the sensitive curve at her neck which sent a shiver down her spine. “Give yourself to me.” He whispered as he nipped her earlobe. “Let me have you, take you. Let me free you.” He knew what she needed tonight after what Brendan had said. That release he knew he could give her, mental, physical, and emotional freedom.

“Always.” She sighed as those magic hands of his seduced her. Shifting his arm around her he rolled so she was laying on top, her spine pressed against his chest. Large hands gripped her hips and positioned her where he wanted her. Those sinful hands coasted up her abdomen, over her breasts and along her arms to take a hold of her wrists. Bringing them up over her head, he bound them, the soft silk rope kissing her skin arousing her further.

“You like that kitten?” He growled before tucking her hands under his neck, forcing her chest forward.

“Yes.” Her breath hitched as she moved them.

“Too tight? Hurting your bruise?” He still felt that rage simmering deep inside him at the man that had put a mark on her.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Relax your shoulders.” He purred, his fingers easing along her arms, reassuring, guiding. “Better?”

“Yes.” She gasped as he pinched her nipples, gently at first, then a harder pinch and tug sending a shot of pleasure to her clit.

Trailing fingers down her ribs he raised his knees between her legs gently forcing them open. Gripping her thighs he pulled her legs up so her feet were flat on the mattress, hips splayed wide. “Shall I fuck you like this kitten?” He murmured, nipping her shoulder playfully, his fingers dancing along her inner thighs. “Bring your legs up and rest your feet on my thighs. I want you spread wide for me.” His growl was guttural as he gripped her behind the knees gently, guiding her to where he wanted her. “Relax them open.” He purred, hands pressing her inner thighs down, opening them as far as her body would allow. The soft whimper she made had his cock throbbing, those beautiful sounds stirring his arousal. From there she was at his mercy, his to pleasure, his to take what he wanted, when he wanted. “God you’re beautiful like this, all laid out for me.” He breathed as he looked down her body, poised for him to devour. Hands cupped her breasts roughly, skating that fine line between pleasure and actual pain as he pinched her nipples, toyed with her mercilessly. “You’ll have to be quiet kitten, there’s no soundproofing on this place.” She heard the smirk in his tone, felt the smile against her shoulder as he nipped and sucked.

He took his time building her pleasure, touching her everywhere except where she desperately needed. She was practically dripping for him when his hand gripped her throat to gently cradle it where he wanted it, his lips brushing a kiss to her temple. “So wet for me kitten.” He purred as he slipped a finger through her wet heat, that soft gasp making him growl and bite down on her shoulder. Circling her clit those sounds tumbled from her lips as she fought not to come, his fingers stopping as she peaked. That soft whimper making him rock hard. He brought her to the edge of release for what felt like hours, her body desperate to feel him take her. Flexing his hips he reached between their legs and slipped his engorged head over her silken folds, the mushroom tip resting at her entrance flaring it open ready for him. Running both hands up the backs of her thighs from ass to knee he gripped her behind the knees and pulled them up and out to the side. Bound open for him ready to take. “This is the best part about fucking you kitten, the first time I sink into you, the first time I feel you grip me.” He inched into her slowly as he spoke. “The way I fill you.” He groaned and bit her shoulder as he bottomed out. “The way you take all of me.” Her moan was nothing short of a sweet symphony as he stretched her.

Keeping her in that position he began to take her, slow deliberate thrusts in and out, her whimpers turning to quiet cries as she crested. “That’s it kitten, let it claim you.” He kissed her neck, nipping her ear lobe. “Come for me, let me feel you.” He growled as she tensed, the massive release about to tear her apart.

It ripped through her like wildfire, scorching every nerve ending, exploding every brain cell, the barely there cry of his endearment bringing a grin to his face. He didn’t wait for her to recover, placing her feet back on his thighs he widened his feet and pistoned his hips, driving into her deeply. With a hand gripping her throat and one poised at her mound he brought her undone.

Her orgasm was earth shattering, what he was doing to her now, mind blowing bordering on obliteration. Cock pounding into her, hitting all those secret places inside her only he could reach. Hand at her throat, the gentle squeeze heightening her pleasure, and that hand, she knew those clever fingers would dance over her clit at some point and completely destroy her. She gave herself to him, mind, body, and soul. His grunts as he pleasured her, the groans as he found his own, sweet music only for her. His finger slipped over her clit and circled slowly, her body arching at the sensation, muscles straining. Gripping her throat tightly he tipped her over the edge, her climax swamping her. He fucked her deeply as he rode her through it before slowing to a stop.

Guiding her feet to the mattress and bringing her hands down from their position above her head he massaged the stiffness from her shoulders. “On your knees kitten, grip the headboard. I want you hard.” He purred, tender hands guiding her to her knees. Turning her head to face him he kissed her tenderly, always assessing if she was up for it, never wanting to push her too far. She nibbled her bottom lip and he snarled before crushing her mouth with his. “That’s a dangerous game to play kitten when you’re all tied up.”

She hooked her bound hands over his head and pulled him closer for a kiss. “Then why don’t you punish me.” And she bit her lip again to emphasize the point. Fuck he’d put her in a mood and wanted him to spank her. But not here, no, he wanted her at home where she could scream.

Fingers found her chin, the grip firm as he devoured her mouth, gaze assessing, sensing. Gently fisting a hand in her hair he rose up on his knees, his presence dominating and powerful. “So beautiful kitten, but I’ll save the punishment until we get home to our bed.” He purred, lips ghosting hers. “I want you bound and screaming when I spank you.” That soft whimper made him smile. “Hands on the headboard.” He commanded softly, releasing her hair and helping her into the position he wanted her in. “Bend over.” He growled and pulled back, fingers guiding. Leaning over her he caged her in, his hands either side of hers on the headboard. “Love, your curves are something a man would die for.” He murmured, and sat back on his knees raking his fingers down her arms and along the length of her spine, the ripple of arousal at his words skittering over her skin. Her belly was fluttering with anticipation, pussy gushing. Pressing a kiss to each ass cheek he rose up on his knees, stroked a hand up her spine and fisted it in her hair, tugging back until he could see her face, then devoured her mouth thoroughly.

“Do you want to feel what your curves do to me kitten?” His cock was throbbing to be inside her. “How hard they makes me when you swing your hips.”

“Please daddy.” She whimpered, the thought of him taking her like this almost making her drool. She loved this position and when he took her hard.

Pressing his pelvis to her slick heat she whimpered at the contact. She was soaked, his cock sliding along her folds as he continued to erotically torture her. “Do you feel that kitten.” He growled. “Every curve, every look, every kiss, makes me hard, make me think of nothing else but fucking you.” As his mouth came in contact with hers he snapped his hips and filled her in one brutal thrust.

Her orgasm threatened to shatter her, hovering, waiting, and it wasn’t lost on Gustaf.

“That’s it kitten.” He purred. “You’re going to come so hard on my cock, feel every inch of me.” His knees urged her to widen hers as he adjusted his stance and plunged into her again, the fullness of him causing that beautiful whimper to fall from her mouth.

He wasn’t gentle, each thrust deep and powerful, filling her so completely, sending shockwave after shockwave of erotic pleasure through her. She was teetering on the edge, her system going into sensory overload as he thrust in deep. The pleasure was too great to hold back and she came hard, body writhing as he rode her. With a hand still fisted in her hair he slammed into her, hips pistoning. He let his own need come to the surface, to take what he wanted , give what she needed.

Her build to release was quicker this time, system already primed for whatever he was yet to give her. She was bordering on delirium as she peaked.

So beautiful as he fucked her, that gorgeous body all his to pleasure. He let the primal animal in him take over, the need to claim her, dominate her, possess her. She came hard, her pussy gripping him deliciously tight, and he lost himself to the feel of her. He took her roughly, sating his need to claim her. After another three orgasms he gripped her throat as he pounded into her, brutal thrusts deeply fucking her, those sweet sounds urging him to take more. He felt her release peak and drank in the sight before him. What a vision, he thought as he rode her. Hands bound, on her knees, hand fisted in her halo of molten copper, fingers around the column of her throat, riding her hard. A vision of erotic perfection. He tensed, felt them both teeter. Her scream was ragged, his roar much the same as their release consumed them both. “Fuck kitten.” He groaned and pistoned his hips faster, the extra friction prolonging their ecstasy. Spent and sated he stilled, leaning over her he gripped the headboard and nuzzled her neck, chest heaving as he forced oxygen into his lungs.

“Mine.” He growled, his possessive tone sending a warm fuzzy feeling through her. It was never possessive in the sense of actual ownership, she was his, by her own choice, as he was hers.

She couldn’t move for fear of disintegrating into nothing. Quick fingers untied the red silk cord from her wrists, the uncontrollable tremble shuddering through her body as he gathered her into his arms and sat back bringing her with him. Holding her gently he brought her wrists to his lips and kissed them tenderly, her brain trying to process what he’d just done to her.

“You ok love?” He asked, his voice a little distant. It took her a moment to decipher what he’d asked, was she ok? She felt fucking wonderful, body blissed out and lax, mind much the same. “I need to hear it kitten.” He said gently as she nodded.

“I’m ok. Can’t...” Words, he’d completely robbed her of the ability to think and speak.

“Can’t what kitten?” He smirked, kissing her neck as her head thudded back against his shoulder.

“Can’t think.” She mumbled, her breathing only now starting to level out, her mind already drifting into the realm of sleep.

“Good, you’re not supposed to.” His hands roamed, tender strokes to soothe her body, bring it back down from the high they were on. “Did I hurt you?” He asked gently.

“No.” Her voice still distant. “You haven’t asked that in a while.” She said softly.

“Sometimes I feel I need to, just to be sure.” He kissed her temple and helped her to stretch out, the slight hiss at stiff joints something he’d fix in a moment. “I’ll be right back ok?”

“Ok.” She sighed.

He grinned as he pulled on his sweats and went to the bathroom for the massage oil, she’d be asleep by the time he got back.

She’d never felt this good, this relaxed, this satisfied, this free, until she met Gustaf. He knew what she needed. “Thoroughly fucked.” She sighed to herself, and giggled.

Shucking the sweats and crawling in beside her, he started to work the muscles of her shoulder. First one then the other. “Better?”

“Much.” She sighed as his touch soothed her.

“That relaxed you.” His comment soft, lips ghosting hers.

“It did.” She nipped his bottom lip, fingers toying with his scruff. “It’s liberating.” Her simple statement had him looking at her. “I know I have the control to stop it if needed, but there’s something about relinquishing that control to you.” Her eyes searched his. “It’s like for one moment in time I don’t have to be responsible for anything, including myself.” Her kiss floored him as much as her words. “And I like it when you lose control too, take what you need, find the release, the peace it gives you.”

“I’ve only been able to do that with you love. You’re the only one I’ve felt comfortable enough with, knowing I can.”

“Same here. Mutually beneficial.” She smirked.

“Indeed.” His chuckle made her smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, and I love this, what we have.” He kissed her tenderly.

“So do I.”

He snuggled up with her, slender fingers drawing patterns on his chest as his played with her hair.

“Are you ok after what Brendan said?” She asked sleepily.

“More than ok. I’ve been waiting for him to implode for a while.” And he still felt gutted that his conversation earlier in the day may have brought it all to the surface.

“He loves you Gustaf, he’s just torn. I think we all are in our own way.”

“I know.” He kissed her hair and breathed her in, instant calm. He wished he could bottle it. “I know he does. My soul just, hurts for them. For you.”

She moved so she could look at that face carved by Viking gods, and kissed him tenderly. “My sweet man. You never ceases to amaze me.” If the man could blush he would have. “I know that embarrasses you, but you are one of a kind love, they broke the mold with you.”

“I’m only doing what I should be doing.” He mumbled.

“No love, you’re going well beyond that. It’s takes a certain kind of man to accept children that aren’t his flesh and blood as his own. There aren’t many like you left in the world.”

“You’re a package deal Sildie. All five of you or not at all. I’m all in love, have been from day one.”

“It’s why I love you.” She said smiling. “Well that and the mind blowing sex.”

“Added bonus.”

“Indeed.” She snorted. “I need to pee.” She yawned and he reluctantly let her go so she could take care of business.

With Sildie curled into him, he held onto her as she slept. The need to have her close overwhelming. His thoughts wandered to Brendan and he knew he’d need to talk with the kid some more over the next few days. He was glad the teen had finally opened up and hoped Brendan and the twins would come to him if they needed to talk.

“I’ll be asking you soon.” He whispered into her hair. “Before I go away.” He would not leave it fester this time, the words would come easily, because this time she knew he loved her. “Before I leave for Ireland, I’ll be asking you.”

Eventually he succumb to sleep, the activity of the night finally shedding the remaining stress of the past week. Their vacation had well and truly begun.

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[manatehispants]

Mystic Fourth

Fourth of July has always been a big deal for the little town of Mystic Falls. During the day there are parades, family togethers and large picnics. All the women put on their little red, white and blue sundresses. The men scramble to the stores making sure they are properly stocked up on beer and fireworks for the evening. Normally, Bonnie loved Fourth of July. She would spend the day with her grandma. The two would grill out. Her grandmother would tell stories of her childhood and stories that her mother had passed down to her. Many of the stories Bonnie had heard before and often times she questioned how true they were. But the truth of the stories and how often she had heard them mattered little. What mattered was that valuable family time she got to spend with her grandmother. After this came the time night of friendship and looking up at the sky as she would watch it explode into different arrangement of colors. Each explosion more beautiful than the last. However this year was different. For the first time in many years Bonnie wasn’t filled with a sense of joy as she awoken. She woke with a heavy heart. So much had changed for the young witch since only one year ago. Her grandmother had passed on to another life and her friends seemed to grow more and more distance from her every day. Caroline would occasionally make time for her, but she was often busy with her new boyfriend. And Elena? Well, trying to get that girl to pay her any mind felt like a more and more impossible task. Elena was constantly either run from or to some new vampire driven thing. It wasn’t all her fault, but it grew tiresome. Some days Bonnie wanted to be exactly what she was a human. Sure, she was a witch.

But, her whole world did not need to be that of the supernatural. This was something that Elena did not grasp or Bonnie did not think so. The way she disgustingly ran into the arms of Stefan at every turn made Bonnie’s skin crawl. Didn’t Elena understand that so much what they all have lost is because of beings like him? No. Not just beings like him…..STEFAN directly could be faulted for many of the horrors this town had been forced to endure. It felt like every time Bonnie pointed this out Elena stood up for Stefan. Elena never failed to have his back…..But who had Bonnie’s back these days? Nobody. This realization had come to the witch’s attention before, but today as she laid in bed staring up at her ceiling it was hitting her hard. It took almost an hour before the young woman found the needed will power to move herself from the small comfort which her bed was providing her with. This year there would be no dressing up for Bonnie she decided. Nope. She was going to treat this day as if it was any other day. Instead of getting a cute little themed sundress Bonnie had jean shorts. For a tops she wore a ruffled mustard colored off the shoulders tee shirt. The shirt showcased a small amount of flat toned stomach when she reached her arms up. Knowing her friends would be busy with their own families and boyfriends Bonnie took the time to really pamper herself. She painted her nails a gold along with her toes to match. Bonnie took the time really get her cat eyes down pack in shades of shimmering gold. The final touch was a deep red lipstick that had a hint of sparkle to it. Looking at herself in the mirror Bonnie smiled. These days she rarely liked what she saw looking back at her. She so often felt like she hardly knew the woman who stood before, but she saw what others so foolish ignored. A strong powerful woman with looks that could kill. Bonnie spent the rest of her day lounging around the house. Much to her dismay, but not to her shock…..Not once did anybody bother checking in on her. Too busy with their own lives and that was understandable. They should be enjoying today should they not? They all had families to spend time with and people to dot on. Still, it hurt to know that while they all had somebody she had nothing. She couldn’t help, but feel a bit bitter. Why did everyone else in the world get somebody and she got nothing? What had she possibly done so wrong in life that she should have to end up alone? She did not understand, and the more she tried the more hurt she felt. By the time the sun was starting to set Bonnie felt herself becoming far too wrapped in her own self pity. And she wouldn’t stand for that. Bonnie Bennett would never be the girl who sat around crying for herself. If she did not like the way her life was going she would take matters into her own hands and change it.

“Fuck it.”

Muttered Bonnie to herself. She dragged herself off the sofa where she had spent most of the day reading and watching chick flicks. Bonnie headed to the kitchen and grabbed her purse along with her keys off the counter. Her favorite part of Fourth of July had always been the fireworks. She hadn’t missed seeing them since she was ten years old. Even if she had to see them alone she now decided she was not going to miss out on them. No more brooding inside. It was time for her new begins to start. Strong women do not need others to have fun. They can make their own fun. That is what she told herself as she headed to her front door. She even had a confident smile on her lips by the time she got there that is until she opened her door. Her whole face dropped and her bright green eyes narrowed. Standing in her doorway was the one man she wanted to see least of all right now. Damon.

“Are you looking for a headache? Because you are about to get a Hell of one if you do not get off my porch right now.”

Damon let out a laugh and smirked at Bonnie. His ice blue eyes locked onto her and Bonnie felt a chill run down her spine. He was danger given human form. He was part of everything she hated right now. Part of everything that had put her into a place of being so isolated. Why was he here? What could he possibly want with her now?

“Aww. You’d do that to me before I have a chance to explain myself? And they call me hotheaded.”

Tilting her head to the side only a few degrees Bonnie smiled coldly at Damon. The oldest Salvatore brother was in the process of winking at her when it hit him. His brain felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve ending was screaming in pain. Falling to his knees he pressed his hand against his temples.

“OKAY! OKAY! Point made! STOP! I GIVE!”

It was tempting to keep going. Oh how wonderful it would have felt to let this place out. Bonnie could have done it too. She was powerful enough. She could have kept going till Damon was dead for good. But that isn’t the kind of person she is. Bonnie isn’t someone who can murder without it being a last resort. Bonnie ended Damon’s torment and with speed only possibly of the supernatural he was back on his feet.

 “I should snap your neck for that.”

“But you won’t. Why are you here?”

Damon scowled and ran a hand through his thick dark hair. She was right. He wasn’t going to kill her for it. Even if it wouldn’t piss everyone off and even if she did not have powers of her own he still wouldn’t kill her. Despite their disagreements he had respect for Bonnie. She was a woman who could stand her ground and did not take shit from anyone himself included. Bonnie was also witty and when she wasn’t being a total bitch to him she could be fun. He was drawn to her in a way he had never been drawn to someone before. Not Katherine or even Elena whom the town seemed to think his brother and him obsessed over. He’d never admit it, but he maybe…..Possibly liked Bonnie.

“Jeez. I was here to see if Elena stopped by. She wasn’t at her place and I assu—-“

Holding up a hand to stop Damon from finishing his sentence Bonnie walked by him and headed towards her car. She did not have time for this vampire shit. Not tonight. Tonight she wanted to be selfish for just once. Just once she wanted to do something for herself, and that something was seeing those damn fireworks. “Whatever you thought. You thought wrong. She said she was spending the day with family and then going to see the fireworks with Stefan. Try her cell and again, get off my porch.” Knitting his eyebrows together Damon frowned. In flash he was by Bonnie’s car and blocking her from getting to it. Bonnie was about ready to really fry his brain up.

“He never mentioned it to me.”

“I wonder why. Maybe he didn’t want you messing up his night. Move.”

There was that wit. This was part of what he both loved and hated about the lady. She wasn’t scared of him. Bonnie wasn’t like others. She didn’t say things only to hurt him and Bonnie never said things only to please him either. Bonnie told him things like they were. Out of all the people in his life she was the most openly honest with him. He never really thought about that until this moment. The thought made him frown for half a second before he put a cocky grin up. The same grin that constantly earned him an eye roll from the female standing before him.

“Why are you so anxious to leave? You got a hot date? Somebody finally took an interest in you instead of all your friends?”

Ouch. She hadn’t expect for it to hurt that but Damon’s words cut much deeper than anything else he had ever said to her. And the pain showed in Bonnie’s eyes. For the first time in many years it made Damon feel an emotion he thought he rid himself of. Guilt. He hadn’t meant to be cruel. Honestly! He had been joking. It was meant to mock the ones around her who were too stupid to realize what a stunning woman she was. Damon looked away from her.

“Not that it’s your business, but I am going to see the fireworks. And I don’t have and I do not need a damn date for that.”

Her tone was a mix of unexpected bitterness and a hint of sadness towards the end. Bonnie hated herself for sounding what she viewed as weak. She fully expected for Damon to jump on this and mock her. Why wouldn’t he? He loved getting under her skin and she had made a perfect opening. What happened next she never would have expected.

“You’re full of shit. You have a date.”

Both eyebrows jolted upwards expressing shock. What the Hell did he thinks she was hiding a date from him now!? Bonnie attached as Damon finally stepped aside only to appear at the other side of her car. She opened her mouth to argue with him, but before she could do so he grinned at her. The witched closed her mouth and waited to see what was so amusing to the elder Salvatore now.

“You got me.”

Oh this was too good. Bonnie bursted out laughing. Was he serious? She opened her car door now that he had moved and got in. Maybe if she started up the car he would go find someone else to bug. But, no…..He opened the car door on his side and got in.

“You’re kidding, right? Why?”

Shutting his door Damon put his seat belt showing that he was serious and shrugged over at her. She was right to question it. He was even questioning himself for once.

“Why not? Not like either of us have a date, right?"

Closing her own door Bonnie also buckled up and started her car. She should kick him out and drive a million miles away from Damon. He was the definition of bad idea, but she couldn’t get herself to do it. After all they had been through together. All the shit he had done to her, she should hate him. Had she been thinking all day about how vampires had helped to ruin her life? Still, looking over at him she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t make him leave. They weren’t as different as she pretended them to be. Both were alone in this world and both were constantly tossed aside in favor of others. He had been tossed aide by Katherine, Elena and even in his brother. She hated to think, but maybe this was okay. Maybe it was okay for two lonely souls to spend one night together. Not that they were doing THAT. They would ONLY be seeing fireworks. That is ALL! Her face softened.

“Fine. But this isn’t a date. Just two people watching fireworks together. That’s it. Try to make it into anything else and I will melt your brain right out your ears understood?”

Her comment brought a smile to his face. Damon leaned his seat back and kicked his feet up onto the dashboard. Lacing the fingers of his hands together he placed them behind his head.

“Sure. I got it. Your lose. I also got the perfect place for us to go.”

“Of course you do. Lay it on me.”

As she pulled out of her driveway Bonnie is shaking her head at Damon, but for the first time all day her heart feels light. She’s has a smile on her face that isn’t forced or the product of bitterness it’s one of excitement. Her tradition will live on. She will be seeing fireworks with someone she cares about tonight after all.

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multiples of.... 4 for whoever you're feeling most 👀

apparently it’s world rat day

4.) - First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

No, not at all. Dwight was part of the group of dumbasses that Julie happened to stumble upon while she was first in Virginia. His gun was out of ammo, and the only other loaded weapon his group had was a pistol one of the others had dropped... that was... currently being trampled by a group of dead trying to claw their way up the truck they were standing on top of. It wasn’t a good look for them, and honestly Julie saw him (and the rest of his group) as an easy mark to grab some food and water off of. They clearly had some kind of home base, so she assisted in getting them out of trouble. His first impression of her was that she was... a feral woman who spawned out of the woods, albeit at a good time for him. His opinion of her was good enough to bring her back to the Sanctuary though, if not just to replace the man they lost in the scuffle.

8.) - What do the like best about their partner?

It feels pretty fucking ridiculous to type, but Julie loves how gentle he is with her. That’s not to say he’s a gentle man, but there’s something different about the way that he touches her versus the way (for a while, anyways) he approaches literally anything or anyone else. As they settle into their new lives post-Saviors, he does begin to soften towards more people, but there’s always a very specific gentleness he keeps reserved just for her.

On the other hand, Dwight admires Julie’s fierceness. It’s not her brutality or in any physical sense, but the way that she doesn’t allow anyone or anything to dim her fire. She knows who she is and what she’s worth, and it’s not something that she’s willing to compromise for anyone or anything. She’s never afraid to make her opinions known or to stand up for herself, even in situations where it may be easier for her to just stay quiet and stay down.

12.) - Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon?

They actually do get married! It’s a very... rustic event at the Springs Camp. The trees were decorated with half broken Christmas lights someone had stashed in a camper since the beginning, and it was definitely a whole camp kinda ordeal, save for the people who had to work the walls. Julie got too drunk and fell off a picnic table after hopping up to dance. Ana had to stitch up a little cut on her forehead in the middle of the “reception” after being a few drinks in herself. 10/10 would do it again.

The proposal itself happened outside of camp at one of the spots Julie had taken to visiting when she was out on runs, out by a tiny waterfall. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to stop by that spot while they were out, so she didn’t see it coming at all. He didn’t actually have a ring when he decided to propose (though they found one by the time they actually got married) so he just kinda... did it empty handed and hoped she’d say yes anyways.

No honeymoon to speak of, unless you count the fact that they both got two whole days off after the wedding. Luxury... decadence...

16.) - Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?

Oh yeah. Even with all his ‘subtle’ urging for her to walk away from Negan and the Saviors, Juliana genuinely had no clue that he’d double crossed them and was feeding information to Rick’s group until she actually saw him shooting at their people herself. It was... one of the most painful blows she’d ever taken in her entire life, but even after she makes it back to the Sanctuary, she makes the decision to not sell him out. She does hold a gun to him and more or less tell him to stay away from her or she will tell Negan when he shows up in her room after managing to make it back as a double agent, but she never actually does. Honestly, she’s not entirely sure if she could’ve.

Another secret is just the way they felt about each other. For all intents and purposes, they were friends at the Sanctuary. But after Sherry took off and things were ramping up, feelings definitely started to get mixed up and blurry, and by the time Julie agrees to help him go after Sherry, it... definitely was not something she should’ve agreed to if she honestly took her feelings into account at all. She assumed this was all one sided, which... he was also assuming the same thing. She’s helping him look for his wife, so there can’t be anything there, right? And of course his own confused feelings were just... the adrenaline from the war, and then being stuck with her every day for months, right?

20.) - What does their home look like? Their room?

They’ve lived in two different cabins since they got to the Springs. The first one was a tiny one room deal that basically had a bunk bed (yes Julie was top bunk), a desk, and a chair. It was a pretty cramped situation, and honestly was smaller than one of their rooms back at the Sanctuary, but the bigger cabins were reserved for families. When Julie gets pregnant with Jackson, they’re finally able to move into one of the bigger cabins (which... Bo comes pretty soon after, so they needed the room..). The settlement is actually based off a real campground in the real national park, so have an actual floor plan of their second place:

24.) - Any doubts about the relationship?

A million before they’re actually together. I touched on it a bit above, but they had a serious case of “haha of course... i am not in love... with my buddy... my pal...” and it takes approximately a million years for them to sort their shit out. Their romantic relationship more or less started on a trip looking for his runaway wife, so obviously there’s some confusion there just from that. I threw most of his FTWD arc out the window, but I am keeping the bit where he finds a letter from his wife that tells him to stop looking for her and to find “something to live for” instead. That really serves as a catalyst for him to start looking at his feelings for Julie as what they are instead of pushing them down and ignoring them. Once they’re actually together though? Nah. As soon as the cards are on the table, they’re both committed and sure.

28.) - What are their vacations like?

They’ve literally never gotten a real vacation, unless you count the times that neither of them happen to be pulling security shifts or going outside of camp that day. In no outbreak, they like to pull together all of like... twenty bucks they have to their name and go on little “road trips” to cities or towns neither of them have seen before.

32.) - Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?

When they were both Saviors, they were, to put it lightly, fucking assholes. No matter what justifications they had for their actions, they were robbing and murdering people for their own selfish interests. Both of them managed to piss off people to the point of multiple people trying to actively kill them, so yeah they absolutely managed to get into some serious shit. Nowadays, they’re both actively trying to be better people and put that behind them. Julie’s not opposed to pranking people around camp, though. :(

36.) - What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?

Answered here!

40.) - Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?

I briefly mentioned it above when I was talking about the proposal, but they have a lot of little getaway spots they both frequent when they’re outside camp walls. They’re living in a national park that’s... absolutely fucking stunning, even with the literal zombie apocalypse raging around them, and Julie especially likes to explore and find new spots. She often laments not having a camera to photograph some of the landscape, but she does have a map of the park that she marks up with her favorite spots so they can go back together. His memory is a problem, so he eventually starts to do the same.

44.) - Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?

Answered here!

[anastasiaskarsgard]

I was challenged with writing a happy story with Roman Godfrey which was very challenging for me but I think I did it....

Wynter had just finished her dance rehearsal and was walking home. Like her mother before her, She had been dancing all her life.

Her mother had been a world renowned dancer, adored by millions and admired by all who saw her perform. Most would say she was the most gifted dancer ever to live. Her grace and precision was nothing short of perfection. The fact that she made it look as natural as walking down the street was no small feat either. Effortless grace.

Unfortunately, nearly a decade ago, she was returning to her hotel overseas, late after a performance, and the heavy rain caused her limo to hydroplane right into a wall, leaving no survivors.

Now, at age 23, Wynter was carrying on her mother's legacy, following in her footsteps. People had been so devastated to lose her mother, that they all turned to Wynter, to fill that space she’d left behind. Not wanting to think on how alone she was in the world, and just suffering a huge heartbreak at the hands of her first love,she threw herself into touring around the world. It was a hectic fast paced life, and she had missed out on a lot of milestones. One day she woke up and realized it’d been ten years since she’d seen her room in Hemlock Grove.

She got up and she called her manager and informed him she was returning home. She was taking a break. She committed to rehearsing dances for future events, while home, But mainly her focus was just relaxing. Attempting to carry on a normal existence that so many people take for granted. Going to the grocery store, reading a book under a tree, going for an afternoon swim, or taking a stroll through a park.

She currently was regretting not checking the weather before deciding to walk home by cutting through Hemlocks sprawling park. She probably should’ve paid attention to what time it was too, but she was having difficulty getting this certain routine down. Unlike her mother she had to work very hard to look so effortless. 

It was starting to rain, but she was over half way there. It was the fastest way home, and as she looked at her watch and saw it was close to midnight, she cursed herself for being so careless. A woman walking through A park late at night was not the smartest decision, add rain to the equation and it could very well end in disaster.

She had nearly forgotten how quickly rain could set upon you in her old hometown.It had started off light, but now was a downpour, Making it difficult to see, so all she could do was take shelter until the weather cleared up a bit. She walked towards a picnic table with a roof over it, Overlooking the small lake.

Then She saw him. Its not like he was hard to notice. He had always stood out, and intrigued her.

Anyone else who saw him would have avoided him, not only because the time and him being a single male, standing in the rain like a crazy person, but also because he had a terrible reputation. He was known for being harsh, cruel and unkind to all who crossed his path. He had a terrible temper, and no patience. At least that was what everyone told her, since she had returned.

But she didn’t remember him like that. She remembered a sweet Beautiful boy, With sad eyes and a shy smile. He was a heartbreaker tho. she had first-hand experience with that part of him. They’d been just kids then, when she made her silly confession at this very place, before her mother died and she had to go away.

They say you can spot your loved one in a crowd instantly. Did that mean that her childhood silly confession of love, for this troubled man wasn’t so silly? she never failed to spot him right away, no matter where they were.

It was quickly turning into a storm. She watched him, standing by himself, not caring if he got wet. Did he care? You could never tell with him.

He wasn't wearing a trench coat. What made him choose not to wear one? What made him come out into the rain this late?

He always worked. He worked everyday. Never once since she’d been back and seen him around, had she seen him smile. That's what happens when you run a company all by yourself she supposed. When you have no one to love you, or go home to.

He seemed different somehow. She couldn’t put her finger on it , but there was almost an other worldly quality to him. It was probably just his beauty, he was almost too beautiful. He often looked like he was straight out of a magazine, with his designer clothes and expensive suits. His perfect angular features, and impressive height.

She was a bit surprised though, that he was wearing a white suit. Everyone knows that White is the worst color to wear when it rained. He's Smarter than most people. So why did he choose to come out here, wearing white? The color you can see through?

She ran her eyes over his form, and couldn’t help but ask herself if he was always that buff. She never noticed. Death and heartbreak makes one not notice things that should be obvious.

Wynter took a deep breath, and started walking towards him, away from shelter. She didn't know what compelled her to do so. He was just so... alluring. Tall, dark, and handsome. And dangerous.

As Wynter got closer, she could tell he became aware of someone else's presence. Slowly, he turned around. He looked irritated at first, but as soon as he recognized it was her, his face morphed into one of longing. Like he wanted her. Just like she had always wanted him.

They stared at each other. She was pleased he wasn’t being mean to her, but had no idea what to say. It’d been so long. True to his reputation, he grew impatient and spoke first.

"Wynter. I never thought you’d speak to me again. Not after -"

Wynter didnt let him finish. Some things were better left unsaid. "Let's not remember the past. It brings too much pain. Dont you agree, Roman?" He looked her over like she was hiding something and then turned his attention back to the lake before speaking,

“Do you remember this spot, Wynter? It's the place I first kissed you.”

Wynter chuckled remembering his clumsy attempt shortly before her mother passed.

She’d always been sent here to stay with her Aunt while her mother toured the world. When school was out she travelled with her mother, or they’d return to their mansion not far from Romans on the off season. Olivia liked her mother, so she was allowed to play with Roman from time to time.

“You broke my heart on this spot too. Saying you couldn’t ever love me. How you never would love me". Wynter glared over at him, waiting on a response. She shivered. He was cold, no reaction or anything and as the time stretched on, she grew Furious at him. He really was just like everyone said. Cold and cruel. What was she doing here? Why was she out here in the middle of the night getting drenched in the rain with the one guy that always got to her. Why did she do this to herself? Was she a masochist? Suddenly she saw a flash of him kissing her right there, and she pushed it down, shivering again. He still had such an effect on her. Thinking Wynter was cold, Roman walked over to her and embraced her.

He remembered. He remembered everything that happened between them. How her face always lit up when she saw him. How she never listened to the other kids and refused to ditch him. How she’d gotten a black eye, fighting some girls that were saying disgusting yet totally true things they did with him and she had refused to believe it. How she was and still is the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. How he lied to her. How he hurt the one person willing to love him. All these years, he regretted that day.

The following day, her Mother had died and she had to fly to Europe to deal with everything with her aunt. He tried to reach her with no luck, and had a full blown panic attack over the whole thing. finally, he had been able to reach her aunt. What he wasn’t prepared for, was the tongue lashing he received, and the promise that she would do everything in her power to protect Wynter from him.

He honestly couldn’t blame her. He was a piece of shit and any parental figure should try to keep their daughters safe from him. He knew what he was. He was an asshole, but he was also very self aware.

Now looking at his lost little ballerina, he felt like a fool. He had all the money in the world, a huge corporation, a rotating selection of the most Beautiful woman in the world, and not once since she had left had he felt so happy and content as he did standing there in the rain by her side.

He loved her. He always did. He never stopped loving her.

Who would have thought they would meet again at the same spot they parted ways? He wasn't going to let this chance, this woman, slip by him again. Turning to her, he could see She was crying now. He wasn’t the best at consoling people, but he knew something that might work. The only thing he had wanted to do for years.

He slowly tilted her head up, looking into her eyes, as if asking for permission and He kissed her. Immediately, She kissed him back. Never had they thought this would happen again. It was so full of emotion, it was heartbreaking and overwhelming. Pure, desperate need. Longing.

They stayed there, making out in the rain for an unknown amount of time. Both too scared to give the other a chance to escape, or realize what they were doing, and remember that they shouldn’t.

“Wynter?” He whispered.

“Yes Roman?” She whispered back, pulling back a bit to see his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me again. I’m so sorry I hurt you. You’re the only woman, that I don’t deserve, but you’re also the only one I want.” He stated sincerely.

She couldn’t help but smirk at the arrogant bastard. She didn’t know that you could sound conceited, when you begged, until now. She was bursting with emotion. This was everything she ever wanted, but she knew better. Roman Godfrey was dangerous. Did she care so little for her own Self-preservation? Was he worth the risk?

Fuck yes he was.

She smiled a bright smile up at him and nodded. “Only if you give me a piggy back ride, all the way home.” Without even Flinching or hesitating, Roman agreed and smiled the first real smile, she had seen him have since they were kids.

She squealed with delight, and hopped on, knowing that they were going to both be ok.

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Jaehyun Oneshot

Hello! Heres a little oneshot ive been working on. Its not edited or anything so Im sorry for anymistakes.

WARNING: Its a bit smutty. A bit angsty, and a but fluffy

 It's one thing being the new girl during senior year of highschool, but it's another when the most attractive, popular guy tries to befriend you. Everyone hated you. No more like all of the girls hated you, making your life living hell.

   For years they have been trying to catch his attention. Going to all of his sports games, cheering him on. Making him lunches, giving him gifts. They were jealous at the fact that all you did was walk into school on your first day and he was looking your way.

   During your first month, the death glares and evil eyes got worse and worse. Were they really that surprised to see a colored gal in their school. It couldn't be- you've seen others. Plenty of others, yet they gave you the same look.

   You met a girl named Max. A smaller Korean girl with really long hair, tied half up and half down.  She was a bit shy but she saw how much you were struggling, she just had to help you. You didn't know what was whispering around school, you just had some bad luck at the new school.

   “I'm Max.” She smiles down at you. You were sitting at a picnic bench in the school's courtyard. It was lunch time, sitting outside was better than being watched in the cafeteria.

   “Um, hi.” You were in awe, this girl. She looks at you with a smile on her face. Not the look of death itself.

   “Okay, I'm not usually like this, but I feel very very bad for you.” She plops down across from you and she pulls her bag off of her shoulders. She unzips it and takes out a brown bag with her name in Korean on it. Must be her lunch. “Like yes, Jung Jaehyung is mighty fine, but honestly to target a girl, especially when she's new.” She is talking to herself as she unpacks her lunch. Some kimbap rolls, and a small container of radish kimchi. Wow. that sounds better then this beef stew and rice the school gave.

   “Wait, wait. Jung Jaehyun? Who? That star player?” You ask her, confused. She sighs and sets her food down, looking back at you.

   “Jung Jaehyun is the school's star player. He is the school's heartthrob. Every girl wants him, every guy wants to be him. Do you see what I'm getting at?” She questions. You nod understanding.

   “Right, but what does that have to do with me?” But she just shakes her head.

   “Yah! If you weren't so oblivious then maybe you wouldn't be struggling so much.” She bursts. Before you could fight back, she continued. “Jaehyun has taken a liking to you. And every girl around here is jealous. Even the ones with boyfriends. One main reason is because you are new, so no girl originally in this school had a chance, and that upsets everyone. It's funny really.” She laughs a bit. But you don't find this funny at all, in fact you're pissed.

   “Are you serious right now? My senior year is going to shit because some pretty boy thinks i'm cute? What shit.” You didn't even want to eat anymore.

   “Just cute?” She gives you a big laugh. “It's funny how oblivious you are. I don't understand how you don't see how many times this man had tried to talk to you. Or tried to get your attention. But you just walk away, not fazed at all. Another reason why every girl here hates you. Because they want to be you.” Her words sound crazy as hell. You have never had anyone ever even think you're cute, and now suddenly the most popular boy likes you. No, you wanted to finish your senior year out with no distractions, and the school hating you didn't help your stress levels.

   “That's just fucking stupid.” You yell, sudden memories clouding your brain.

   It's kind of obvious to what he looked like since his sports pictures were everywhere. You noticed him always looking your way, or smiling. Sometimes even waving. But you never paid any attention. You didn't want to wave back and he was actually waving to someone around you. “You like him too?”

   “If I did I wouldn't be sitting here.” She shrugs. “But I will admit, he is one fine piece of-” Her eyes widen at the end of her sentence. Her whole body freezes up as she looks behind you. Then you suddenly felt a presence behind you. You turn around and see Jaehyun himself standing there.

   “Hi, I noticed you weren't eating, and so I wanted to offer my lunch?” He holds it out. Your eyes widen at the dumplings and the Kimbap next to it. There was also a side of Kimchi and sauce.

   “You've got to be shitting me.” You hear Max mumble behind you.

   “You noticed I wasn't eating. You were watching me?” You look over and see him little friend group that he is always sitting at a table just on the other side of the windows dividing the outside from the in. They all quickly look away when they see you looking.

   “Are you playing some game or something?” You question him, his face was really red, and he didn't know what to say. “Every girl in the school hates me because of you. Can't you target someone else?” You let all your frustrations out on him, all the stress you've been feeling lately.

   “What?” He asks, true confusion running across his face.

   “Like you don't know. I don't know if you like me or something, but just stop. I don't want to date someone like you.” You just couldn't stop. Now that you know the reason and he just came and proved it to you, it just pissed you off. You turn away before he could say anything else.

   It was the next week and Max catches up to you.

   “I still can't believe you told him off like that, I would've at least taken the food.” Max keeps going on. She's been telling you forever it feels like how crazy you are.

   “Look, you can keep going on and on, but I don't want a man who is chased by literally every girl. If I get caught up with him, I'll be just like everyone else. Soon fighting for his attention. I'll pass.”

   “You have a point, but-” There's always a but. “Unlike every other girl around here, he is fighting for your attention.”

   Jaehyun never gave up. He always made you lunch, at some point you just gave up on rejecting it and taking it. But then he would be on your ass about wasting so much food. So then you just stopped getting school lunch and eating his.

   There was a point when he wanted to walk you to class. You obviously didn't want him too, but you can't stop him from walking. You complain about the stares you got, the clear shit talk from everyone around you. He just tells you to ignore them, that he gets them all the time.

   You didn't realize that he also did. You got hate from the girls, and he got hate from the guys. Either pure jealousy, or the fact that they wanted to be him.

   You walked into school one Monday. You wouldn't say you were in a good mood. In fact you were highly irritated. Over the weekend, more rumors were made up. “Jaehyun made a bet.” “Jaehyun just wanted to see if he could snag the new girl.” “He knew her from the past, a long lost love or something.”

   You knew not to believe rumors, but seriously if he just stopped, everything would go away.

   You were so not in the mood to deal with him. When you got into school, you realized the first bell already rang, so the hallways were empty. Not to make any more stress for yourself, you were just going to go to the next one.

   You pull your bag closer to yourself and you walk to the library. When you find a small couch closed off a bit from the rest of the library, you do a little happy dance. You sit down and take a deep breath. It feels like this is the first actual silence you've gotten all weekend.

   You had three months left of this bullshit.

   “YN?” His voice comes out of nowhere, breaking your silence. You actually wanted to scream. You wanted to be upset, but you were actually quite happy he was here.

   You've always wanted to think about how good his hugs would be. How warm he would be. You would be lying if you said you hated when he was around. But you could never admit that. Because as soon as you did, he would leave.

   You need him to leave before you get too attached to the idea of him hanging around.

   He walks around to stand in front of you. Your eyes follow him. He was looking at you with a confused and concerned look.

   “What do you want Jaehyun?” You ask. You tried to sound stern, but you just sounded tired.

   “Something is bothering you, so I'm bothered.” He shrugs. He sets his bag down and sits on the floor across from you. You sighed.

   “Why do you do this?” You ask looking over at him.

   “What am I doing?” He asks.

   “Acting like you care? You're always around? You are making my life so much harder that it already was. How hard is it for you to leave me alone?” You felt yourself start to tear up. You didn't want him to leave, you just wanted baggage to go.

   “I told you to ignore them Yn. They won't go away.” He mumbles, ignoring your questions. Or so you thought. He pulls his legs up to his chest a bit. “When you first came here, when I first saw you, it was like I could see everything clearly again. I know what I wanted.” He sighs. “That didn't come out right.” He puts his legs down. “I've seen how your time here has been, I can't stop these people from saying what they want. But I can try and make you feel better. That's why I've been wanting to make you food, I don't want you eating the shitty lunch. I thought maybe small things like that would make your day better.” He was going on, shocking you. “I won't lie, the fact that you didn't like me, just made me like you even more. Everytime I would walk you to class, you would say little things, either to me or just out loud. I don't know, but I realized that you are different then everyone here. You're like a puzzle I want to put together, ya know.”

   Your eyes were huge in the first sentence. You didn't say anything, so he continued getting more and more nervous, he tried his best to show it. He looks at you in the eyes.

   “All the hate you've been getting, has been getting to me to ya know. I don't want all these stupid rumors to make you think any different of me. I want you to have your own impression. If it makes you feel any better. I haven't had a girlfriend since middle school. To focus on sports.” He mumbles the last part.

   Now, out of all your fantasies, you never thought of a confession like this one. You still couldn't get anything out. Say something!

   The bell rings, telling you to start going to your next class. You quickly grab your bag and leave. Leaving Jaehyun sitting there watching you walk away. He clenches his jaw, realizing half of the words he just said.

   “Fuck, now I've definitly scared her off.”

   He left you alone after that. Which you were happy about for the first couple of days. You got to actually breathe, and get your shit together. He was so distracting, but in a good bad way. You were fighting your own feelings at this point. But everytime you give in, you're left in the dust. You didn't want to feel like everyone else either.

   After a couple of more days, you started to get a bit more sad. Because maybe you walking away that day was the worst mistake you could have made. You shouldn't feel the way you did, you wanted this, you wanted him gone. You hated yourself for getting used to him being around. Then again you did technically reject him. So you shouldnt be sad, you should be glad.

   It Friday now, you were making your way to your locker to grab your things for the weekend. Your mom and dad went on a weekend getaway, so that meant that you had to walk home, also meant you had the whole house to yourself.

A whole week with no Jaehyun, it was strange. You didn't even focus on the stares you got anymore, your mind was filled with him, just like everyone else. You were usually the last in the halls, you hated rushing with the crowd. You start walking down the hallway, towards the front door. Suddenly a door on the left opens and out comes Jaehyun. He's looking down at the floor as he's walking. He looks up noticing someone else in the empty hallway.

   It seems like he was just as shocked as you were to see him. But what did you have to say? Nothing. So you keep walking.

   Jaehyun, once again, watches you walk away. He can feel his eye twitch a bit at the similarity of this situation. He walks up behind you and grabs your hand making you stop walking.

   “Are you goi- Can I walk you home?” He fumbles over his words a bit.

   “Sure Jae.” You say without a second thought. He smiles, but then shakes it off. You turn to walk again, but he stops you again.

   “Can we go to my locker first?” he asks. You don't say anything, but nod. He holds his hand out for you to take. You raise your eyebrow at his need for your hand.

   “Please.” He pouts his lip. You sigh and hold his hand, he was quick to lace your fingers together. His smile is big and bright. You quickly look away, feeling your cheeks burn. God his smile was pretty. He takes you to his locker, a little further into the school then yours was. He tries to unlock his locker with one hand. He fails a bit, clearly needing his other hand. You try to pull yours away, but he pulls back, squeezing it a bit. Then all of a sudden, he opened it. He does a little dance, happy that he wasn't struggling anymore. You had to quickly look away.

   Why is it so hard to look at him? Has he always been this pretty?

   You can look but not touch, you remind yourself. As soon as you do, your eyes go to your laced hands. You look back up too see Jaehyun slinging his backpack over one shoulder. He then shuts the locker and looks down at you.

   “Ready?” He asks you softly. When your eyes connected, they were stuck. All you can hear is your heart beating fast, the only thing you could focus on was his bottom lip tucked under his teeth a bit. His black hair was curly a bit, and hanging a little over his eyes. He shakes his head a bit, giving himself a better view, letting his lip go.

   You quickly nod walking forward, pulling him behind since he wouldn't let your hand go.

   The walk took ten minutes. Hand in hand, walking as if you weren't in a rush. Nothing was said, because your mind was filled with a million words.

   Jaehyun was the same. His heart was beating so fast. He has had a rough week. He didn't want to avoid you, but his friends mentioned that giving you space will make the future better for both of you. He thought it made sense. But before this, you were actually opening up to him. You may not have noticed, but now he knows so many little things about you. Like your favorite food, and color. He was getting somewhere, but now you felt cold. You closed the door before he could get a foot in. He could feel it in your hand. It was just hanging there, as he held it tight. There has to be good things coming from this.

   You turn down the final alleyway, making it to the first door you come to. You turn to him wanting to say something. But he beats you to it, holding your hand up and holding it with both of his hands.

   “Before you say anything, I'm sorry.” He breathes out. “I didn't mean to say all of that to you on Monday. I mean I did, but not like that. You were going through something and I just overwhelmed you more.”

   “Jaehyun why do you like me?” You ask him, not sugar coating anything. He frowns a bit, looking down at the ground. He licks his lips.

   “Truthfully, it was when I first saw you. I thought you were so fucking beautiful. Mhm…” He looks up at you. “I really couldn't get you outta my head. Then it got to the point where my heart was beating out of my chest when you came near me. I knew I was in deep when I heard how much I was contributing to making your life hell. It made me sad that you were sad. You didn't have anyone until Max, I tried to reach out but you just brushed me off, expected. I just wanted to show you that I was here for you and no one else.” His eyes bored into yours. His words shocked you to the core. “I'm sorry for not speaking to you all week. Only excuse I have is that I want you to be happy, and I'll do anything to make sure of just that.”

   “Avoiding me for a week doesn't help anything. It doesn't make any sense, how can you just leave so easily if you supposedly like me.” You were getting frustrated. Thankfully there was no one around. “I don't want to give in to you and these stupid feelings I have, just to have you walk away.” Your words made Jaehyun’s heart drop to his ass. He will never listen to his friends again.

   No one says anything for a moment.

   “Feelings?” Jaehyun's voice was soft. Whisper like.

   “I-Just stop being all flirty if you're going to avoid me like you don't know me. My heart can't handle that. I know that I wasn't the nicest to you, but you make me feel so warm and fuzzy-” He cuts off your rambling by raising his hands to your face.

“Please don't get worked up, I promise I won't do that again.” His face was close to yours. His lips grazed yours as he spoke to you. You were trapped between the brick walls and him in front of you. Your body was on fire, your knees felt weak.

You push him away quickly, you take your right hand and beat on the chest of your heart slightly.

“Stop doing that.” You fan yourself. “Being all cute and teasing me like that. I can't take that from you.” You felt out of breath.

Jaehyun looks down at your red burning cheeks. He smiles in awe at you- so fucking cute.

“Either kiss me or don't.” You mumble, not thinking he could hear you. But oh did he. You gave him permission. “Thanks for walking me home.” You could feel his eyes looking down at you. You look back up at him, and pull your hand away. You turn and open the door, before you step in, you look back at him.

“I think-I think it would be best if this is the last time we talk to each other.” You quickly go in and shut the door. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to drown out his voice calling your name. You realized how far deep you are, and you needed it to stop now. You refused to get hurt. Stopping it now, before anything else could happen. It was right.

It was so easy for him to walk away, probably not having a thought about you. All while you couldn't stop thinking of him. This decision might hurt you for a while, but it'll save you in the long run.

Hopefully.

   You go up to your bedroom and call Max on your computer, using facetime. You both talk about how horrible certains classes are. She talks about the recent animes she's been into, telling you to write some down so you can see what she's talking about. You try to laugh along to her ramblings but everything was just off.

“Okay, what happened?” She stops talking about what her dog was eating, and stares at you through her screen, waiting.

“Jaehyun.” You say simply, knowing she wasn't going to stop asking.

“Spill!” She yells, getting excited.

“I-I don't know Max. He pretty much confessed to me twice. And- and I pushed him away.” You blurt, your eyes were already starting to tear up. The fact that Max wasn't saying anything, didn't make anything better. “It's better this way though, I won't get hurt. I refuse to fall for some pretty boy.” You shake your head.

“You are crazy, my friend. You are going to regret this.” She says seriously shaking her head. You were shocked at her words, expecting her to side with you. “Look I'm sorry, but I stand by the truth. I promise you he just got lucky with the look, Jaehyun is the God gifted person. He is one of a kind. There is a reason why he is the school's star student, without him, our school wouldn't have a name.” She rants. The school is pretty small.

   “You need to fix this, I promise you, you will love me forever for convincing you.” She starts again. “You are self sabotaging, and I won't allow it.” She crosses her arms, and nods her head with a pout. Her facial expression makes you smile a tiny bit. You knew she was right, you were literally pushing him away, hurting him in the process of trying not to get hurt. That's not fair. You should at least try.

You really do know how to fuck shit up.

“Now I have to wait until Monday.” You mumble.

“Mhm no you don't. This girl Minji, she's having a party, he usually goes.” She spins around in her chair.

“Absolutely not. Are you kidding me? Everyone hates me.” You instantly shut it down.

“No, she doesn't. She's one of the girls with a boyfriend.”

“Then go with me.”

“EH! NO! I went once, and never again!!” Gosh, she could be so dramatic.

“I think I'm just going to go on a walk or something, take time to think. I can't let this stress me out.”

“You won't be if you just give into your obvious feelings.”

You lay down in your bed, thoughts never stop coming to you. You go through so many emotions as you think about everything. All you wanted is to go back in time. You weren't this type of person, yes you didn't want to hurt, but you also fought back. Deep down you know Jaehyun is an amazing person, but you werent and that was the problem.

You turn your head and take a look at the clock on the side table. It was almost midnight, you might as well sleep at this point.

   The next morning, you make yourself some breakfast and start working on your homework that you had for the weekend. You hated dragging it out and would rather get it done all at once.

   Hours pass when there's a knock on the back door. You frown and look up at the door, Jaehyun's voice pops into your head from him yelling out your name yesterday. You sigh, shaking your head softly wanting the thought to go away. You stand up and walk over to the door. You open the curtain a bit to see who was outside, and too see him there. Your eyes widen and you gasp closing the curtain.

   “Can we talk?” He asks through the door.

   “I'm not even dressed. I'll see you Monday.” You yell through the door. You look down at your pajamas, sweats and a tank top. No bra.

   “Then put some clothes on, I need to talk to you.” His voice was loud enough for you to hear. You sighed, knowing that this was your fucking chance to make the right choice.

   “Well can you wait one second?” You ask.

   “Yes of course,” You hear him laugh a little. You quickly run to your room and put on a sweatshirt. You also brush your hair up and into a ponytail. You washed your face real quick, making sure everything was good. You brush your teeth for the second time this morning.

   You go back and finally open the door. He was still standing there waiting, with a small smile on his face. You were horrified with yourself. He looked so good, with his hair a bit wavy, in an expensive looking knitted sweater. He looked so good out of school uniform. Then there's you, sleeping in on a saturday and looking like a troll while doing homework.

   You let him in, he looks around the room, with his eyes landing on yours as he turns around. You didn't know what to do, say, or where to go. You look down at the table covered in your school work. You walk over to it and start to organize it again.

   “So whats up?” You ask him. Your voice comes out a lot weaker than expected.

   “I refuse to give up-I can't give up.” He speaks softly. The air around you two turned thick. You look up at him, frozen mid paper shuffle. He looks up at you and licks his lips. “I just want to tell you that you don't have to be scared. I promise you that I won't hurt you.” His eyes bore into your. Your cheeks are set ablaze. You look back down, tapping the paper on the table, as if they weren't already neat. So many things you could say back, what to say. His feet walk closer to you. His hand reaches out and he grabs your wrist. He gently takes the papers and tucks them in a book and closes it. He grabs both of your hands, and you couldn't help but to lace your fingers through his. He squeezes your hands with his. He gives you a soft smile.

   Fuck hes so pretty.

   You look down, your whole face now burning.

   He was waiting for you to say something, anything. And you should, he has said so much and you just ran away. But now you can't, you won't.

   “Jaehyun, this is all very foreigne to me. I never was pretty enough to anyone- I was never enough. I'm scared as hell yes, because I've been hurt before, and I refuse to.” No one ever tried this hard.

   “I'm so sorry. You deserve so much, and I want to attempt to give you everything.” One of his hands let go of one of yours, and grabs on to your waist, slowly pulling you closer. You couldn't help but to lean forward and lay your head on his chest softly. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You wanted to laugh.

   “Jaehyun, you are so good with your words. Practice a lot?” You ask him, teasing. You wonder how many girls he had said this to. But his face confuses you a bit, he looks as if you caught him in the act of something bad. Then he quickly looks away, laughing.

   “Yes actually, all morning.” His words come out soft, they also make your head snap up, looking at him. He then pulls you all the way into his arms. Your eyes roam all over his face. His skin was so perfect, eyes low and dark. His lips, so moist and inviting.

   “You put this ball of light in me, and it keeps growing and growing. Everytime you glance my way, my heart skips a beat. I have goosebumps running down my spine just because you're in my arms. I heard a third time a charm, after this, I'll go if you want me to. But I think that you want this, but you're nervous. I understand, I just need you to understand that I got you baby.” His voice was silky. As he spoke, he got closer and closer. His words ending near your ear. Your eyes roll back a bit as goosebumps prickle your skin.

   What would happen if you kissed him? Would he kiss back? Would he push you away because he didn't want to be kissed?

   Fuck, you really wanted to kiss him. Why the hell not.

   Your right hand raises up to his cheek. Your thumb running over his cheek softly. He stares down at you, letting you do whatever you please. Your hand runs farther, past his ear, deeper into his hair. You pull him closer, and he follows with no hesitation. You don't stop until you feel his lips on yours. It was like a bubble popped and you couldn't stop.

   He pulls away a bit harshly looking down at you. His lips turned red and his hair a bit wild since your hand was all through it.

   Oh no, did you do something wrong?

   He suddenly backs you up a bit. His hands go onto your waist and quickly lifts you and sits you on the counter. You were a bit shook. Did this man just lift you?

   You watch him as he opens your legs a bit and stands between them. He leans in, close to your face.

   “Again.” And he kisses you again. He moans against your lips, sending vibrations from your lips and down. You can tell he tried to take it a bit slow, but you felt as if you had a bit of an advantage. You were positioned higher than him, so you easily laced your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, making his face look up a bit more. You start to control the kiss, you tongue running across his lips, wanting him to open up. He lets you, easily.

   He has thought about this moment for so long. He dreamed of these lips.    

   As one hand tugs on his hair, the other runs up and around. Damn, why does this feel so good?    You pull away, and you gasp softly for air. His hands grab your waist and he tugs you closer, your crotch lining right up with his. This definitely had you gasping for air. His lips trail down and all over your neck. Sucking and nibbling in different areas. He kept going until he reached a certain spot that made you melt.

   “Jae…” You moan softly into his ear as he marks your skin. He reacts by biting down pretty hard on your neck, but then licking the same area.

   “Can I touch you?” His words were soft, and gentle. But you froze up, and you pulled away. Your body did not want to be away, but your brain wasn't ready to comprehend that. You shake your head, unable to speak because of the previous actions. You shy away, afraid that he would be upset. They always are, then it just makes everything worse. You don't know if you could be rejected by Jaehyun.

   “No, no it's okay.” He grabs your hands in his.

   “I haven't done anything like that Jae, and I clam up everytime someone wants too. I just don't think I'm ready yet.” You mumble looking down at your joint hands. Your heart was beating in your ear. Your nerves were going wild. One of his hands rises, and tilts your head up a little and he kisses you softly on your lips.

   “We don't have to do anything you don't want to.” He smiles at you. He moves a bit, and that's when you notice that he was hard as hell. Then you notice how awkward he was standing, and must be very uncomfortable.

   Now you don't mind touching him…

   “Can I touch you?” You throw his words back at him. His eyes catch yours. You didn't mind doing that, in fact you really wanted to. You wanted to see his face when you made him cum. Your eyes caught him biting his bottom lip. “Is that too much?” You question him, feeling a bit uneasy under his intense stare.

   “Mhm, I go at your pace.” He says deeply. You get down and grab his hand taking him up to your room. You shut your door and take a deep breath. You turn around and put a hand on his chest, wanting to push him down onto your bed. But he grabs your wrist slightly and leans forward. He kisses you softly and gently, he pulls away slowly, and looks down at you.

   “You don't have to do this…” His lips graze yours. One of his hands skim over your cheeks, he looks at you with so much adoration.

“I put you through a lot lately. I want to make up for it.”

“These are enough…” His thumb plays with your bottom lip. You whine a bit, pushing yourself against him.

“Can I touch you now?” You pout, your fingers looping through his belt loop. “I don't wanna pressure you, bu-”

“Please touch me.” He captures your lips in his again. And your hands instantly start roaming everywhere. You lift his shirt up a bit, feeling the ridges on his torso. You groan against his lips. His body was hot, he was hot, everything was hot.

And too good to be true.

You pull away, and push him down onto your bed. He goes to unbutton his pants, but you stop him. You push him some more so that he is now laying down. You lift his shirt a bit, exposing his v-line and more. He leans up a bit, flexing for you. You couldn't help yourself, since he marked you up, it's only fair to do it back. You lean down and attach your lips right above his pants button. His body twitches a bit, not expecting a kiss in that exact area. Your lips send waves of pleasure through his body, and you've barely done anything.

He needed a release so badly, and the fact that you offered, he would've come in his pants right there.

All over his waistline, you leave marks. Big ones too. While doing that, you've managed to unbutton and unzip his pants. They were already pretty low on his waist, making it easy for him to push them down a bit, allowing you to grab him in your hands.

“Hmm.” He moans and you move your hand up and down a bit. He looks directly at you, you make sure you keep eye contact as you go down and give him a couple of kitten licks on the tip.

“Fuck..” He sighs, sounding out of breath. He falls back on the bed, allowing you to proceed.

If a dick could be perfect, it would be his. He was a grower, forsure. One vein running around it, the tip bright red. You wanted to make it shiny with your saliva, you always found pretty cocks to be so aesthetically pleasing.

You started going at it, taking him in as far as you could go. Which in this case, you could take him whole. He reached your max. He was perfect.

You frowned when you realized he was holding back his moans. You let up, stroking him slowly.  

   “Why are you holding in your moan, Jaehyun? I want to hear how good I'm making you feel.” You suck on his tip a couple times, your tongue playing around it.

   “Fuck-I just...I didn't want to be too loud.” His voice laced with moans.

“Don't hold them in, it makes me upset.”  You quickly go back down on him, helping him chase his high. His cries break out and the sudden intenseness. His stomach was feeling tingly.

   “Look at me.” You mumble. He leans up on his elbows and he looks right at you. His face was burning red, and his hair was a mess, from his own hands going through it. He watches you as you take him all the way in. Just the sight of you alone could make him cum.

   His eyes start to roll to the back of his head, his brows frown and his mouth is open wide. He tries to keep his eyes on you. But when you bring a hand up to his ball, he loses it. His hand goes up to your hair and he pushes you down a bit.

   “Fuck, I'm so close, i'm so close. Please… please. I need this, I need you.” He mumbles under his breath as he starts to fuck into your mouth. His words make you moan around him, breaking him.

   “Fuuuuhck.” He falls back on the bed, his body losing control a bit. You don't let up, testing his overstimulation reaction.

   “Holy-holy shit.” His body spazzes a bit. “Keep going and I'll get hard again.” He warns, voice weak. But you let up, knowing your throat was going to be a bit sore. When you swallow everything in your mouth, his body swings up and he kisses you.

   “That-that was amazing.”

“Mhm,” You smile and peck his lips again. You get up and go to your bathroom to quickly run some mouthwash through your mouth. You couldn't help but to wonder what's going to happen next. Was he going to leave? Did he feel awkward now? Were you even as good as he says you are? You look into the mirror, seeing red marks all over your skin. You knew those were going to be darker soon.

You go back to the room, seeing Jaehyun sitting on your bed, looking out the window. You quickly run up to him and push him back. You climb on his lap and put his arms above his head.

“Who allowed you to mark my neck up?” You shake your head down at him, trying to hold back a smile. His surprised face turned into a sly one, he bits his bottom lip and quickly flips you over, so now you were in the exact position, you were just on the bottom. Your hands above your head. With his strength, you could barely move.

“Everytime I see you, I crave you more and more. I can't help but want to just eat you.” He says smiling softly. But his eyes were dark. He leans down and kisses you softly, taking your bottom lip and sucking on it a little. A moan escaped your throat.

“So sweet.” He croaks, before diving down for more of you. You give him as much as you can. You both kiss each other with so much emotion. Showing eachother how much they want this. Saying everything that could never actually be said.

You pull away, everything is hot and tingly again.

“You have to be the strong one and pull away, please.” You capture his lips again, getting your last kiss in. How could you get so turned on from a kiss. He moans against your lips. Letting one of your hands go, he caresses your cheek, pulling away. He hops off and clears his throat. You sit up, in a state of shock. You didn't not expect this today.

“Um, I don't really feel like getting ready for the day. So wanna order some food?” You look up at him. He looks at you with a confused look on his face. “Or if you want to leave, you can do that t-”

“Let's order, I'll pay.” He smiles widely at you.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay so a while back I discussed that some episodes changed in the Hero Chat AU. And I wrote a post detailing the changes to various episodes. 

However, I recently realized that some episodes of Season 2 would’ve changed too. And that my original post on Season 3 didn’t include Weredad. 

So here’s the episodes that changed and why/what changed. 

Queen Wasp:

Let's start here. Basically the ending is the place where things change. Instead of encouraging Chloé to continue being a jerk in an attempt to please her abusive mother, Marinette tells Chloé that she shouldn't have to do that, that the situation's fucked, and that Chloé deserves better and can decide for herself to be a better person or not.

Chloé finally has the breakthrough of the idea that she doesn't need Audrey's love, and that even if her attempts had worked, that's no longer the kind of person she wants to be.

Marinette respectfully declines Audrey's invitation to New York. Because as much as she wishes she could punch Audrey, she knows that could have several consequences. Audrey is unused to someone declining her, and resolves to stay in Paris to try to convince Marinette to take the internship.

This really hurts Chloé, but she doesn't blame Marinette for Audrey's actions.

Malediktator.

Chloé is still reeling from the events of Queen Wasp so she's a bit quieter and not really enjoying the glory like she was in Canon. So she doesn't make that video thing.

Other people are still talking about Queen Bee and Queen Wasp though. Some people make various comments along the lines of "ugh she was being such an attention whore! Obviously she stole the Bee Miraculous because Ladybug would never think someone like her could ever be a Hero."

Both Adrien and Marinette shut that shit down quick. The class actually listens because Mari isn't using her usual "let's be nice and not insult people even when they annoy us" voice but her "you guys are being assholes and I won't stand for it!" Voice. Which is a voice she usually only uses toward Chloé, not when defending her.

Alya asks Marinette about it though, because why is she suddenly defending Chloé of all people. Marinette is basically like "remember how her mom was? Can you imagine what you'd be like if every conversation with your mom was her insulting you and not bothering to remember your name?"

Alya gets the picture and feels a little guilty. Marinette also tells her that she and Chloé had a conversation about that, and Chloé is deciding to stop trying to get Audrey's nonexistent love and is going to work on being better. She also reminds Alya to be patient because it's a process.

When Chloé gets home, her dad notices she's upset. Trying to help, he gives her various gifts and offersto use his power as Mayor to 'fix it' like usual. Chloé snaps at him, telling him that won't help this time. Feeling powerless, he gets Akumatized. 

The Akuma fight is the same, pretty much. Though Marinette's hesitation about giving Chloé the Bee again is less about thinking Chloé is "worthy" and more about the fact that Hawkmoth might target her if Queen Bee comes back. Also when Chat is acting like a cat, he hisses at Audrey and tries to scratch her.

Post-battle, Chloé talks to her dad and tries to explain a little better that this isn't a problem he can just magically wave away. It needs to be worked on. Unfortunately he gets the idea that she means the whole family should spend more time together so she and Audrey can get along. It's frustrating but Chloé appreciates the effort. 

Catalyst/Mayura

The biggest difference is that when discussing their good deeds for Heroes' Day, Chloé doesn't mock anyone, and instead of saying "uh, I am a Hero?", she says her good deed is to work on being nicer to people. Some classmates are skeptical but oh well.

The "bee signal" also doesn't exist, and Chloé is only teasing toward Chat when he shows up to give her the Bee.

During the fight, Chloé is only worried about her dad being Akumatized again, not her mom. Also, while Dark Cupid does hit her, I have headcanons about Chloé's emotions being complicated and mixed up enough that she's sort of immune to Dark Cupid.

She still becomes Queen Wasp again, but you know.

At the picnic, both Alya and Nino have come around to the idea of Chloé being better, having fought by her side as Heroes. Chloé is actually attempting to nicely socialize, and they help out. So do Mari and Adrien but that's after the "everyday Ladybug" thing. Which Chloé laughs at because identities!

There are two bonus scenes after this. One is Marinette convincing Master Fu of her plan to add more Heroes.

The second where Ladybug and Chat gather the Heroes and tell them that, because Hawkmoth has upped his game, they will be getting their Miraculous permanently. Although they tell Chloé that to protect her better, she needs to pick a new name/costume and pretend to be her replacement.  

Weredad:

Finally to the Season 3 episode I forgot. Anyway.

The initial fight with Gigantitian is a little different. Part of the bakery does get destroyed, which sends several of the Heroes panicking. But Ladybug assures them she saw Marinette get out safely. 

Anyway. As there's more Heroes, someone else returns August to his mom, pacifier included.

Meanwhile, Chat goes to check on Marinette because even if Miraculous Cure fixed it, she could've still been hurt. Because Chat isn't looking for Ladybug, just Marinette, he doesn't begin to connect any dots and Marinette doesn't panic and fake confess.

Marinette's parents walk in on a worried Chat fussing over Marinette's safety. Now is when Mari and Chat panic, trying to explain what Chat's doing there but making it kinda sound like a secret relationship thing.

Tom invites Chat for dinner, and he accepts, much to Mari's confusion. Chat explains that it's hard to say no to the dinner, but they can also explain better then.

There's a scene between Tom and Sabine while cooking where Sabine points out that the kids didn't say they were together, and Tom explains that while he'd be happy for Marinette if it was, it's not about that. It's more about how he saw exactly how young Chat was, and how young the other Heroes are. The dinner is planned to be partly a potential "meet the boyfriend", but more of a "hey kid if you need some place to go we're. Here for you". That gets Sabine in on the thing.

Chat comes to dinner and things are a little strange. Tom's questions are less "what are your intentions with my daughter" and more "what's your home life like?".

Eventually Chat says the thing of "while Marinette is amazing and someone would be lucky to have her, even if I weren't in love with Ladybug, I would have to turn her down because it's dangerous for Civilians to be close to the Heroes because Hawkmoth could use them."

Instead of being upset at Marinette's heartbreak, Tom's anger over "how dare children be forced to be Heroes and have to deal with the possible threat toward anyone close to them!" Comes back, and that's what gets him Akumatized.

Weredad isn't trying to just protect Marinette. He attempts to put all the Heroes in the cage of vines, wanting to protect them from having to fight anymore.

The Heroes still defeat him, and Tom apologizes for the irony of being Akumatized and attacking them because he wanted to protect them. He still offers the "if you need an adult in your life feel free to drop by!"