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cryptidsurveys · 5 months ago

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Friday, July 12th, 2024.

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? Saturdays are pretty lowkey. All I do is clean my bedroom and make art.

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yeah. Like, sometimes I'll resist taking a nap because they tend to make me feel worse. I'd rather just stick it out for a regular night of sleep. Past reasons may have included waiting for a phone call or reply from someone.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? I think I've only seen a few episodes, a long time ago. I don't have a favorite.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? Possibly. The experiences were so subtle that it's hard to determine if they were "real" or just my mind playing tricks on me.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? Not that long. I used to have appointments in Denver for my eating disorder, and depending on what time we headed home, traffic could get a bit backed up there + in Springs; but I don't recall experiencing anything too terrible.

Best field trip experience? The overnight trip to Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in 5th grade.

Have you ever been to New York City? No.

If so, is it all it’s cracked up to be? Even if it was exactly what it was cracked up to be, it's just not a destination that interests me. I'm just not a big city person. However, oddly enough, I do feel like I would enjoy a trip to Tokyo.

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? I'm not sure.

What museums have you visited, if any? The natural history museum in Denver, plus one other…although I forget the name of it. It was for an eating disorder inpatient group field trip. I don't remember much about it, but the first floor was mainly Native American art/artifacts, the top floor was dedicated to Chinese art/artifacts, and there was one room somewhere along the way that was filled with various styles of chairs. It was actually kind of trippy. Oh, and I've been to the Sangre de Cristo art center here in town, but I guess that's more of a gallery than a museum…? Come to think of it, I've never really considered the difference before this moment…

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? I'm not sure.

What’s your worst traveling experience? The trip out to Georgia to see Nick wasn't all that fun. Like, seeing Nick was alright, but I just haaate road trips.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? Yeah, while living in a duplex with my mom as a teen. The people next to us were college kids and one of them would stay up really late and play the same few chords on his guitar, over and over and over again.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? Mrs. Garcia.

Best muffin you’ve ever had? Idk about the absolute best, but I do enjoy blueberry, cranberry/orange, banana nut, and double chocolate chip.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? Yeah.

If so, was it required? I don't recall whether it was required or not.

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? I haven't used Facebook for about a decade now.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? I was okay at geometry and algebra I, but rather confounded by algebra II/trig/calc.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I've never met such a person.

What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? A group of teens/young adults from a party down the street, standing on the corner outside our house, about to get into what seemed to be a pretty nasty fight. Also, on a different night - a vehicle drove by and fired a gun (at someone…? possibly not intending to hit them, but to scare them…?); I didn't see that, but I heard a brief exchange, the gunshot, etc.

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? In a sense. Sometimes you're just in the right place at the right time, or "the stars align." But as a force, not really.

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? Eh. Here and there. It just depends.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Occasionally/slightly.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? No.

How reliable is your internet connection? It's pretty reliable.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? Yeah.

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? It's not nearly as bad as it was in the beginning, but driving can still make me a little nervous.

What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? I'm not sure.

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? I do have glasses, but I only wear them when I'm driving.

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? That would be nice.

How many vegetarians do you know? One of the people I work with at the animal shelter is a vegetarian. Idk about anyone else I know.

Have you ever considered going to art school? No.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? Not really. Sometimes I'll feel annoyed, disappointed, sad, or whatever, but I try not to blame other people for my emotional response. Instead, I'll look inward and wonder what's going on with me that's making me react in such a way. (Ofc, it depends on the situation; like, if someone was being truly terrible, I probably wouldn't try to make it a "me thing," but you know!)

What is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced? We had some pretty bad storms last summer.

How quickly can you write an essay? That depends.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? No.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? I don't even think there was a barrier. It was a relatively small concert for a 4th of July celebration up at the university.

If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? I don't think I have a least favorite…or a favorite, for that matter. I tend to get along with pretty much everyone.

Favorite episode of Spongebob? Idk.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? Oh, sure.

What bug frightens you most? I'm not really all that frightened by bugs.

Are your parents supportive of you? Yeah. My dad is extremely supportive. i just got back in touch with my mom last summer after years of estrangement, but she's fairly supportive as well. I don't tend to share too much with her, though.

How often do you take the train to go places? I've never taken a train before.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? Not really.

Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? No.

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zooterchet · 7 months ago

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Treatise on the CIA (Chet's RL)

CIA Systems:

The OSS, in the 1920s, was created by Governor Huey Long, out of bayous and cranberry bog towns, bayous the liberal South, and cranberries the union GOP North, with St. Paul, Minnesota, as the bay station, the experimental command unit, "Chicago", the Commody Polymercantile exchange for national contracts of good; "wampum".

By taking Albert Fish, an orphan from the Kennedy family born from a mother with a sinus tap, post-partum depression (a condition to retain memory after a child's birth, strengthening the woman into a bow shot composite Turkish archer's bow, to raise a Jannissary; as opposed to the womb chemicals sloughing off, preventing dementia in the mother and making the father, hate the child), and placing the orphan, within a check and relay system (preschool), so they would have a method of retaining orders (track Rabbinicals, track Iranian Persel diamond merchants, and track children reading comic books, for a relay system in memory recall), you would have your ideal soldier.

By now, anything police, military, or corporate executive, is this model, in the United States, called "the calling".

The CIA, is an enhanced class, formed in 1953, with linkage of Israel, into the American Mossad.

With the agencies of the MTI (police rights), the NSA (records privacy), the National Guard (military phalanx), Air National (rogue hunter), and ATF (grocer's union), the CIA has four divisions, and methods of raising them.

Fire Union: Marked by the swastika, on the left breast, so the child will be Hitler, if dying (the famous case of Adolf Hitler killing an American agent, duplicated), this is the diplomat, the attache. These are your embassy personnel, that run numbers to deployed combat forces, in a theater. Never known to the public, unless Boston Esplanade, has been routed around and back into New York Manhattan, the harbor; the political corruption system of Boston's criminal families, the 19th century Union Army, into New York's SWAT division, the called forces incase of stolen labor, a non-tangible producing a digit on a bank invoice but workers not paid a digit, allegedly for liability or lawful pay; actually, to prevent foreign espionage.

Military Police: Marked by a movie resemblance, "spic", these are soldiers that practice a martial arts form from a movie, and are trained in remedial courses; normally, remedial courses makes one a homosexual, the mark of the sex offense, however the sex offender posture and stance, can be transferred to combat, a lock or hold non-duplicated, with a special designed film, a "firefly", employing a Druid Rom, a "Pikey"; with the split between hero and traitor villain, the same person. This way, an unhealthy habit of offense, the desire to make the world please the self for convenience of goal, becomes the healthy method of protecting your country's women, and on deployment, the world.

Narcotics Officer: A journalist undercover on domestic soil, this is a felon class of perpetrated lured entrapment, with a deputies handler moving the individual through a State Police missions system while on US Army intelligence, a local soil system to eliminate foreign espionage. The subject "narc", a DC Comics or Capcom writer, the previous an FBI (federal police penmanship) and the latter a US Navy (formed combat implement) investment, will be placed through famous military veterans failures into "The Mob", an Israeli service, to move quietly, as an American, listed and labeled as a Mossad, however performing hits for a fake "intel"; US Army Intel, a teacher that has been reformed out of pedophilia (the necessary status to become a teacher, a drug dealer seduced into a statuatory rape suit by an underage vice lure), by "April Fool's" and then paired with the partner "narc squad" as the forward range mission intel (a lead actor Juliard's Class, the mirrored hand grip triple set, making Strausser Method impossible).

Field Agent: The highest rank for any executive mission operative, not in authority but in lethality of kill therefore danger to handle, they are impossible to de-escalate out of military utility, hence the Congressional Budget Office, a non-elected Congress panel out side of the President or Governor's influence must be called and send a future "frog", the Marine NCO, to kill one; with a Luger handgun, in the "State Forest", the tradition for a failed agent. The field agent, is given a mother's doctor, the famous "Jewish Doctor", to establish transference through the battered women's shelter, "Falun Gong", the international program for field agents. Codenamed "Glen" or "Gwen", the doctor is actually a hunter of INTERPOL agents; private detectives on hire. Therefore, the field agents will hunt police mercenaries involved in the wine, heroin, and petty literature market, as the counter-narc, a "saboteur". This is called, "domestic sabotage", hunting the "saboteur".

Please note, these field functions and ranks and sets can interchange, stack variably, and change in actual ranks of arbitrage, the private or public sector business firm term for a named set of a corporate housing; the corporation's rights, as a "person", for IRS financial purposes. Namely, default and bankruptcy, to recruit police from the firm producing a track veteran athlete, from a manager, the firm shut down and scuttled for having an abusive culture outside of ATF regulations. The default, is the cop draft to a housing community, such as Village Green out of Chestnut Realty, and the bankruptcy, is the sales to a bank, the IPO failing being the Chapter 11, the firm is saved and becomes bank traded and the town changes regulations; however, with an IRA raid, the Irish Republican Army, the psychiatric union flips Irish, out of German, since a foreign medical personnel unit has become involved. That's where your "narc" comes in, as a "field agent", a "borne".

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harmonyhealinghub · 1 year ago

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Celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving: A Feast of Gratitude

Shaina Tranquilino

October 10, 2023

As autumn paints the landscape with vibrant hues and the air turns crisp, Canadians gather around tables adorned with bountiful spreads, ready to partake in a cherished tradition known as Canadian Thanksgiving. Unlike its American counterpart, this festive occasion is celebrated on the second Monday in October, serving as an opportunity for Canadians to express gratitude and reflect upon their blessings. In this blog post, we delve into the origins and significance of Canadian Thanksgiving.

Historical Background:

The roots of Canadian Thanksgiving can be traced back to European explorers who arrived on North American shores several centuries ago. The first recorded celebration was held by English explorer Martin Frobisher in 1578 when he gave thanks for his safe arrival after a treacherous voyage. However, it wasn't until much later that this event became an annual observance.

Influenced by the traditions brought by French settlers and subsequent waves of immigrants from various backgrounds, Canadian Thanksgiving developed unique characteristics over time. Ultimately, it merged elements from both European harvest festivals and Indigenous customs of giving thanks.

Significance and Celebration:

Canadian Thanksgiving is primarily a time to express gratitude for the abundance offered by the land, nature's bounty, and the company of loved ones. It serves as a reminder of our interconnectedness and appreciation for all that sustains us.

1. Harvest Festivals:

Canadian Thanksgiving aligns with the season's agricultural significance – a time when farmers reap what they have sown throughout spring and summer. It symbolizes gratitude for successful harvests while recognizing the hard work involved in cultivating food that nourishes communities across Canada.

2. Family Gatherings:

Similar to other cultural celebrations worldwide, Canadian Thanksgiving brings families together in shared appreciation. Loved ones travel near or far to reunite around tables laden with traditional dishes like turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and more. The warmth of these gatherings fosters a sense of belonging and strengthens family ties.

3. Charitable Acts:

Beyond personal gratitude, Canadian Thanksgiving also emphasizes the importance of giving back to those in need. Many communities organize food drives, fundraisers, or volunteer at local shelters during this time. This collective effort showcases the spirit of compassion and reinforces the understanding that we are all responsible for supporting others.

4. Celebration of Cultural Diversity:

Canada's multicultural fabric is reflected in its diverse celebrations of Thanksgiving. Communities across the country infuse their unique cultural traditions into this holiday, introducing various culinary delights and customs from around the world. This fusion enriches Canadian society while promoting inclusivity and intercultural exchange.

Canadian Thanksgiving stands as a testament to Canada's rich history, cultural diversity, and gratefulness for nature's abundant blessings. It serves as an occasion to pause our bustling lives, come together with loved ones, and reflect on everything we have been fortunate to receive throughout the year.

Whether through shared meals, acts of kindness towards others, or appreciating Canada's beautiful landscapes, this cherished holiday reminds us to express gratitude not only on Thanksgiving but every day. Let us continue celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving with open hearts and minds, fostering unity and appreciation for one another in our great northern nation.

#Canadian thanksgiving #happy Thanksgiving #grateful Canadians #harvest festival #family gathering #grateful #gratitude #grateful heart #thankful heart #turkey day Canada #Canadian heritage #autumn celebration

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drawlfoy · 4 years ago

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Wonders of Ohio P.9

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pairing: draco x reader

request: nope, my original shameless self insert idea lmao

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for the ride of her life when their exchange student is...a bit strange (but very hot). NOT a nonmagic AU, though you already knew that if you’ve read part 8 ;)

warnings: swearing, mentions of a break in, concerns about a home intruder, objectively the most fluffy scene we’ve gotten so far in this series (hehe), draco being fucking obnoxious and moody (did i mention swearing?)

a/n: ayoooooo so here’s part 9, as promised. i’ve started getting back into the hp universe more and more, so i should probably be picking up my writing soon. i’ve been feeling more myself again!! which is super awesome. i don’t think many people read this series anymore (or my author notes in general but i don’t blame yall) but i’m having a lot of fun writing it, so i’m going to keep going :)

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loverboy -- A-wall

linger -- the cranberries

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Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if Draco deliberately waited until the last minute to tell her family that he was leaving so he could evade her questioning. She tried to talk to him later that evening by knocking on his door, but she was met with complete silence.

Draco was ignoring her, and she didn’t get why. She’d promised to not tell anyone--even begged for him to trust her and essentially swore on her life--but he still wasn’t acting normal. Perhaps he didn’t want her to badger him with questions about the magical world.

Or maybe this was an excuse to get away from her.

Y/N swallowed the second possibility and locked it away somewhere out of sight. He’d left without a single word more to her (not even a congratulations for getting into a top 20 school, that loser) and never even bothered telling her when he’d return. And maybe that was the nicest part of it--she could pretend like he was never coming back.

As attractive as that option was, she had to admit that there was a Draco-shaped hole in her passenger car seat every time she drove to school. And in the kitchen when she was studying. And everywhere else he’d once touched.

“Why do you think he went back?”

Y/N took a break from reviewing her Art History final exam notes to look up at Lizzy. “Maybe something happened with his dad or he wanted to spend his holidays with his family? It’s probably not that serious.”

“Speaking of his dad, I tried to look up his name and see if anything came up,” Lizzy began. Y/N felt her heart jump into her throat. “Don’t you think it’s kinda sus? I haven’t found anything for him. It’s like he’s been completely wiped off the face of the earth. Do you know anything about it?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it’s any of my business.” Draco’s franticness when she found out lingered in the back of her mind as she chose her words carefully. “I’m sure if he’s a genuine political target, they’ve just scrubbed the web clean of him, being a minor and all.”

“But don’t you think it’s funny that he’s apparently so important but there’s no evidence of him or his father ever existing?”

“Lizzy.” Her voice was firm. “It’s entirely possible that his real name is different. And either way, it’s not our story to uncover. He’s entitled to his own privacy, and if he doesn’t reveal his true identity then we need to respect that.”

“Oooookaaayyyyy, Mother,” said Lizzy. “You’re so fun. You know that, right?”

“It’s my job.”

After the close brush with Lizzy, Y/N avoided the topic of Draco with her friends like wildfire. At the back of her mind, she registered that that was probably more suspicious, but when Sylvia asked her about him during lunch, she finally spun up a story.

“I told him I liked him,” she told everyone, the words stinging her throat. “He doesn’t feel the same way. I just would feel better if we dropped it.”

Her friends reacted immediately with sympathy, telling her that it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t see her for what she was worth. Somehow, this made her feel worse. She didn’t even need to tell him her feelings to know his thoughts--he didn’t see her as anything but a “muggle”, or whatever he called them. She never stood a chance.

Y/N spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering how things would’ve been different if she was a witch. She didn’t know anything about his world (apart from the fact that they really had a stick up their asses about people knowing of them) but she somehow craved a place in it. Would Draco feel differently towards her if she was magic?

It was probably better if she didn’t pay too much mind to it, but she couldn’t let the thought go. Every time she shut her eyes at night, the memory of waking up next to Draco replayed in her head, over and over. She would’ve sold her soul to have gone back to that. Would things have been different if she had just...not found the letters? She was driving herself crazy digging through all her interactions with him. There’s no way she was imagining things, and judging by the surprised reactions of her friends when she told them he didn’t reciprocate feelings, she wasn’t the only one who thought something was there. If he was really so disgusted by her and her people, he wouldn’t have let her sleep in his room, in his bed no less.

As December wore on, her mind began to be occupied by another feverish stream of thoughts. If she didn’t already feel like she was going crazy over the Draco problem, she was going completely insane over the fact that she was misplacing things like crazy and forgetting the most basic of things. It seemed like it was almost every day that she was forgetting where she put her keys (even though she could’ve sworn she’d hung them up by the door) or getting home to find the door already unlocked even though she was sure that she’d locked it behind her. It would’ve creeped her out, but she was really off kilter. It just wasn’t right having Draco away, and the sense of dread she got every time she went by her room just threw her off balance. What if she still had lingering sickness from whatever magical infliction she suffered?

He really should’ve stuck around to watch after me. Just in case.

Another thing was bothering her--a name she saw pop up in the pouch from when she went through his letters. It was a small portion of his collection, and she didn’t even think to examine it until after he took them back from her, but she noticed that the name “Pansy Parkinson” came up more than once as a return address.

Her mind immediately jumped to the worst--Draco was madly in love with another girl, a magical girl, and traveled back home with the express purpose of declaring his neverending devotion for her and complaining about that rat Ohioan muggle that he had to spend his days with.

Y/N knew it wasn’t healthy, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t quite shake it. The fact that he’d no doubt grown up around girls that would be suitable for him to date was making her physically ill with jealousy, which was probably the most embarrassing part of her feelings for him. Nevermind how much time she spent fantasizing about how soft his hair felt or how his stupidly pretty fingers would feel grazing her skin--she couldn’t even cope with the idea of him existing with other women that were honestly a better choice to him.

That Christmas was surprisingly bleak. Being an only child always made for a quiet house during the holidays, but the expectation she held of having Draco there set her up for disappointment. Her house felt empty.

“Do you think he’s coming back?” Y/N asked her mother as they did the morning dishes together.

“Well, I assume so. Why wouldn’t he? He was scheduled to spend the entire year with us. I think that if he’s changed his mind we would at least know by now.”

“What if he’s still deciding?”

“Why, miss him already?” Mrs. Y/L/N’s tone was teasing, but she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Quite the contrary. I’m just wondering if I’m about to become the pampered only child again or if I’m going to need to go back into the unglamorous life of sharing the spotlight.”

“Y/N,” her mother tutted. She’d stopped doing the dishes.

Y/N made a point to evade her knowing look. “Mom.”

Her mother took a breath before answering. “Nothing. As a matter of fact, I did get a letter from him a few days ago. He’s scheduled to return the second week of January, right before school goes back.”

“Oh,” said Y/N. No matter how hard she tried, there’s no way her relief wasn’t visible.

“How’s that for your Christmas gift, hm?”

“Mom!”

“Hey! Hey, it was a joke,” Mrs. Y/L/N said, throwing her hands up in a “no can do” sort of gesture. “I know that you’re good friends with him is all. Unless…”

“Mom!” Her cheeks were all shades of red.

“All I’m saying is that he seems to enjoy your company.”

“Stockholm syndrome, I’m telling you.” Her explanation of what that meant was on the tip of her tongue before she stopped herself. There was no reason to--the only person who would need that explained to them was no longer on the same continent as her.

“Whatever you’d like to think.”

The snowstorm hit them without warning, two days after Christmas. Her parents had left for the night to attend a charity auction, but unfortunately for Y/N, by the time that they realized that their daughter would be snowed in, the roads were too dangerous to drive on. Y/N begrudgingly agreed to do all of the things they told her to--get the generator ready, make sure the fireplace was prepared, and locate all the candles in the house.

On any normal day, she wouldn’t have been concerned in the slightest, but she’d felt uneasy in her house ever since the night of the break-in, and now that this was the first night she’d have to spend alone, her heart was pounding at the thought of having to sleep in an empty house. Especially if the power was out. Especially when whoever broke in was still on the loose.

She locked up at dusk, making sure that every entry to her home was completely sealed shut. The generator was in the basement, all set up in the case that the lights went out. She’d located all the bottled water in her house in case the pipes froze, and she finally retired to her room to relax.

The sense of dread that hovered around Draco’s room was gone, thankfully. The overall feeling of creepiness was just beginning to lose its jarring sting, but she’d never quite been able to shake how many things she misplaced in the beginning of the month.

She busied herself with mundane activities--she cleaned out her closet, organized her drawers, read, changed her sheets, and finished the last of her homework--but nothing could distract her from the gnawing inside of her. The hairs on the back of her neck constantly stood up, even when she was tucked away in the corner of her room, nestled into her blankets. The tingling was akin to what she felt when she walked into that antique shop on homecoming night--the same night when Draco helped her off her feet and narrowly kept her from throwing up all over Heather.

Looking back on it, she realized that when he grabbed her wrist, he must’ve done something to quell her nausea, something magical. There was no way her carsickness could’ve been able to disappear so quickly.

Her soliloquy was interrupted by what sounded like footsteps outside. Before she could assess the situation and decide what she was going to do, a boom sounded off in the distance and she was all of a sudden bathed in darkness.

Y/N froze.

Someone was most definitely outside her house, but thankfully she’d locked all the doors. And, thankfully, the boom told her that her fuse box hadn’t been messed with. A tree had probably just fallen on a transformer.

But those small comforts still didn’t change the fact that she was no longer alone--and not only that, but no longer alone without power.

Her thoughts were interrupted once again by banging on her front door. Y/N jumped, just barely managing to clap her hand over her mouth to muffle her shriek. She’d seen enough horror movies to know that alerting someone that you were home wasn’t the smartest move. She’d have to be strategic.

Heart pounding out of her chest, she crept out of her room and down the stairs. The power outage was quite lucky, she realized, as whoever was outside couldn’t see in. The moon only cast a slight light as it reflected off of the snow, so she was going to be able to see the person outside before they would see her.

She squinted from her perch by the base of the staircase. She could make out a silhouette, a tall and lanky one. The weak moonlight reflected off a very light head of hair, and Y/N was struck with a feeling of familiarity.

No way...

Y/N stood frozen for a few seconds as she heard the person knock on the door again. A muffled version of a familiar British voice said, “Is anyone there?”

Throwing all caution to the wind and praying to any higher power that was listening to her that her suspicion was correct, she pushed down on the doorknob and swung it open.

Her heart stopped.

“Draco? What are you--”

Before she could get another word out of her mouth, she was pulled into the tightest (and snowiest) hug of her life. One of his arms wrapped solidly around her waist, the other reaching further up to her shoulders to hold her closer. He was tall enough in comparison that he could rest his chin on the top of her head while she cautiously clasped her hands around him, breathing in the same soft pine scent that she knew so well.

When he finally let go of her, she noticed that his face was decidedly less pale than what it had been when she first opened the door. At a loss for words, Y/N just made her way behind him and shut the door to keep the storm from blowing any more snowflakes in. She noted that Draco was shaking.

“You’re okay,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

She grinned. “Yeah. Believe it or not, I’m not that scared of the dark.”

He didn’t look nearly as amused, wringing his hands out in front of him instead of meeting her eyes.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you’re gonna just stand there in soaking clothes,” she chided. “And what are you doing back half a month early? I know you must’ve missed me, but I didn’t expect you to miss me THAT much.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing Y/N the comfort that the sarcastic asshole was still in there. “We need to talk.”

“No, what you need to do is get changed into dry clothes,” she said. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but until we get our generator working, there’s no heat...and I’m not sure if the Ministry is going to like it if I let you die on my watch.”

Even though he didn’t normally laugh at her jokes, he seemed especially solemn when she said this. It became very clear to her then that he regretted his brief display of affection.

“What are you doing, just standing here? Shoo! I don’t want to see you dripping snow all over the rug.” She waved him off until he made his way up the stairs, still eerily silent.

Once she was sure he was actually getting dressed, she made her way to the kitchen where she started heating up the water. She’d never been more thankful for the fact that they had a gas stove instead of an electric one.

The tea was almost finished brewing by the time that Draco was back downstairs, perched awkwardly on the couch. She’d never seen his sweater before--it was in a rich forest green with a silver crest of a snake.

“Are you going to tell me whatever is going on? I’ve never seen you like this before,” asked Y/N as she handed him the mug that she knew to be his favorite.

He took a sip and waited a bit before responding. “I found out some things while I was away.”

“Is that it? Must’ve been something pretty interesting for you to come in here and act like I’m your long lost love or whatever.” She took careful note of how his cheeks were especially pink, but it must’ve been because of the cold.

“I shouldn’t tell you everything, but I think you should probably know the gist of things,” he began. “First of all, I figured out why I couldn’t use the Obliviation cube on you. Also, you have to consent to an Unbreakable Vow.”

“A...what? Care to elaborate? Like, at least a little? Why didn’t it work on me?”

He sighed, a sharp breath of air that left his lungs in a huff. “Because you stumbled upon a very important box that can bestow the gift of magic onto anyone. And since you did something in your dream to try and open it, it permanently took root in you. I tried to reverse it, but there’s always going to be an imprint of magic on you.”

“Sick. So I’m a witch now? Like you?”

“No.” His tone was sour. “No, you’re not. For that to work, there needs to be a ritual actually completed by someone magical. That’s why you got so sick--because you would’ve needed me to help you through your dream sequence and open up the box. So, now that you’ve essentially pushed yourself into the magical world uninvited, I can’t use anything on you that’s catered towards Muggles.”

“Rats,” said Y/N. “That’s no fun. What about the whole part about my safety? And what’s that vow thing?”

“Apparently someone really, really wants that box,” Draco told her. “It doesn’t just give muggles the gift of magic--it can also give current wizards powers that are otherwise completely unavailable to the rest of the population. In the wrong hands, they could wreak havoc on the world. And I’m almost positive they think you have it.”

“Oh…” Everything started falling into place. “So, the break in? That probably was them right? And, uh, let’s say if you feel like maybe someone has been in your house while you’ve been gone? Like, that’s something I should be worried about, right?”

“Is that happening to you?” His face looked significantly more pale.

Y/N was tempted to tell him no--just to ease his nerves--but something in his look told her that she needed to be truthful. “Um, kind of. You know how I can be forgetful, though. It’s just little things, like sometimes I come home to find that the front door is unlocked when I’m sure I locked it, or I can’t find little things like my car keys and my phone, but it’s all easily explained.”

“I never should’ve left,” he said, tucked his knees up to his chest. “I should’ve known that that was Merlin’s Box.” He swallowed, meeting her eyes with a gaze that looked so forlorn that her heart ached. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, all we have to do is tell them I don’t have the box, right? And then they’ll leave me alone.”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I assume so, but if they didn’t find the box when they originally ransacked your room and they’re still hanging around, I don’t know what to do. That’s why I can’t obliviate you, the proper way that we use on wizards, because I can’t always be there to save you. Once I’m gone, you’re going to have to manage on your own.”

“Please, Draco,” said Y/N. “People will always talk a big game, but once I pull out my pepper spray it’s over. I can take care of myself! I didn’t need protection while you’re away.”

He smiled then, a small one that seemed more sad than anything. “You sound like me. When I was younger.”

“You probably don’t even know what pepper spray is. What’s that vow thing?”

“You have to promise that you won’t say anything that would reveal what you know about me and my world,” said Draco. “I need to find a wizard to say the incantations, but it shouldn’t be too hard. I ended up telling the Ministry what happened--I’m not going to get sent away as they have a clear record of me at least attempting to wipe your memory and they agree that you need to be able to protect yourself. Unbreakable Vows are just really intense promises. If you break it, you die.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t really trust my word?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s required by the Ministry. If you don’t comply, then you’re going to be completely obliviated and then you can have as much fun as you’d like trying to run from whoever that criminal is without even knowing why they’re after you. Oh, and without me.”

“Then why are you even offering the vow? Don’t you want to go home?”

Draco took a long drink from his mug. “I still have a sentence to carry out. If I go back home, I’ll get sent to the same prison that my father is being held at right now.”

“A...sentence?” Y/N stared at him. “I know you mentioned a punishment, but a sentence?”

He remained silent and refused to meet her eyes.

“Draco, what exactly did you have to do?”

“It’s none of your business,” he snapped. The sudden switch of tone made Y/N start, but he was unwavering in his scowl. “I’d prefer to not think about it.”

“But...Draco…” Y/N cast her gaze to the ground so she didn’t have to see the no doubt furious look in his eyes when she continued to push. “How bad? Do you think that maybe whoever is after me might know that I don’t have the box anymore? And that they might be trying to seek revenge against you for whatever it was that you did instead?”

He didn’t respond.

“Think about it. That would explain why I was untouched this whole time that you were away when they were still keeping tabs on me.”

With a pronounced bonk, he set his mug down on the coffee table. “I’m going to bed.”

She managed to get one more look at his face before he spun around to head up the stairs and was shocked to see what was etched into his face--anger, yes, frustration...and also shame. Unmistakable shame.

final a/n: weeoooooooo i’m like 3 minutes early...this is a monumental moment for my blog. let me know what you guys think (if there’s still people sticking with this series fjkds;al). i am going to go back into my hole and work on some math hw (wonders of ohio y/n vibes...i have low key become her trying to roleplay as a stem girl). the plot is going to thicken and hopefully there will be more fluff soon. i honestly didn’t want to add the hug bc i do want this to be slow burn but it has come to my attention that this is now about 30k words long and i haven’t given y’all so much as an inkling that draco has feelings/anything will happen between them so i gotta give you something to hold you over fjdska;

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy #draco #dracotok #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n

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dorkzrul · 3 years ago

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A sweet Percabeth fic about the first time that the two families meet, that is for Christmas Dinner at Sally's apartment. Lot of fluff and told mainly from Sally's perspective.

For the Secret Santa Gift Exchange last year on the Percabeth Discord Server.

For DeadKidWalking on Discord

Sally’s P.O.V

I hear the bell ring just as I'm finishing up, setting the table. They must be here! I check the clock and see that it’s exactly 7 PM, they’re perfectly on time. I wipe my hands on my apron as I call out to Percy, “They’re here!”. I hear him scrambling down the stairs, probably fiddling with his hair or tie. He was so nervous when he was getting ready, I was thoroughly amused by it all. But, it’s cute that he wants to look his best for Annabeth. I hear the door open and I hear Percy greeting the Chase’s. I check on the food once more before joining Percy at the door.

I see Percy blushing as Annabeth teases him and Frederick laughing along with them. “Hi! Welcome!”, I shake Frederick’s wife’s hand. “It's so nice to finally meet you! Thank you for having us over for Christmas dinner in your lovely home, Mrs Blofis. I’m Helen.” “I’m happy you came. Please, call me Sally.” “I hope we’re not early, Sally. Annabeth refused to let us leave any later”, Frederick adds with a laugh. “Oh no! We’re so glad that you came, early or late”, I respond. “It’s nice to meet you Annabeth, Percy talks a lot about you”, I smile at her, as Percy blushes, before bending down to be at eye level with the twins, “Hi, what are your names?” “ I’m Matthew and this is Bobby”, the taller boy tells me enthusiastically.

I offer to take all of their coats as they take off their shoes and enter. “Careful Annabeth! While taking off your coat, don’t mess up the hair you spent a half-hour on”, Frederick comments jokingly. Everyone, except a blushing Annabeth, laughs slightly. “Trying to look good for me, were you Wise Girl?”, Percy teases. “Don’t worry Annabeth, even Percy took an hour to get ready. He was so nervous before you came, his hands were wet with sweat!”, I reassured her. “Mom!”, Percy exclaims with a red face as Annabeth giggles lightly along with everyone else. Paul comes down the stairs just then and introduces himself to everyone as he shakes their hands.

I lead them all to the dining table, where the food is set up in the middle of the table with plates for each seat and cutlery along with it. “I had to add two more chairs because the table only seated six so I hope that it isn’t too tight a fit”, I say apologetically. “Of course not, we’ll all be okay!”, Annabeth quickly adds. As everyone sits down at the table, I uncover the dishes and take out the cutlery for serving. I can see everyone’s gazes on the food I made. “This is wonderful, Sally! It must have taken you ages to make all this”, Helen comments. “Not really, it was fun to make. I’m glad you like it”, I reply with a smile. The past two days, I’d busied myself making the meal, which included turkey and roast beef with drizzled cranberry sauce with a side of gravy, mashed potatoes, carrots and green beans for the main course; and Christmas pudding and fruit cake for dessert.

“Annabeth dear, can you say grace?”, I ask her from across the table. “Sure, Sally!” She says grace and then we all sit down to eat. No one talks much as we all dig into the delicious meal. “This is delicious!”, Paul remarks and everyone else nods and makes sounds of agreement. I blush scarlet, “Thank you so much!” As we eat dinner Helen, Frederick, Paul and I all talk about our respective jobs. We talk about my novels and some of the difficulties Paul faces dealing with and teaching high school kids. I learn that Frederick is an American and Military History professor at West Point and Paul and Frederick exchange notes on their styles of teaching. I also learn that Helen used to be an interior designer before she met Frederick and got married to him. After that, she moved to San Francisco with him and left her old job behind. She also tells me how her ex-husband (Bobby and Matthew’s father) had a drinking problem and is now in jail and she was so happy when she met Frederick and he wasn’t a bit like her first husband and how he has really helped her deal with things and has been a great stepdad to Bobby and Matthew. I also tell her about Gabe and how glad I was when I was finally rid of him, and then how I felt when Paul came along.

Percy and Annabeth are excitedly talking about school and how Annabeth’s father has finally agreed to let her move to New York and attend Goode High School and how Annabeth and her dad are going to be looking for a place for her to stay sometime during their time in Manhattan. Matthew and Bobby are playing some game with their hands and cutlery which results in food falling all over the place and Helen has to stop every few minutes to reprimand them. I tell her that it’s okay and to let them play. It kind of reminds me of Percy at that age and how much fun we would have...

After we are all done eating Matthew and Bobby drag Percy and Annabeth away to play a game of Hungry Hippos and Paul and Helen volunteer to clear up the table and do the dishes in the kitchen. Frederick and I sit in the living room with cups of coffee looking at the four kids laughing and playing happily on the floor. I notice both Percy and Annabeth are playing with only one hand and upon closer inspection, I notice that they’re holding hands under the table. Percy looks at me for a second and I raise my eyebrows at him gesturing to the clasped hands under the table. He blushes and turns back to the game as I laugh at how embarrassed he looks to be caught.

I point this out to Frederick and he laughs heartily. Then he sighs and looks fondly at Annabeth. “I’m so glad that Annabeth decided to come back and forgive me. Also, that the war is over and all the worry and stress is no more.” I nod, “I felt the same way with Percy and more so because he’s Poseidon’s son. But it must have been worse for you, having to part with Annabeth so early on.” Percy had told me about how Annabeth had run away young and I am sure that it must have been extremely hard on Frederick. I have a lot of sympathy for him.

He replies, “Honestly, at first, it didn’t seem like much. After Athena left her to me, I loved her but I always resented Athena for leaving me with a child I hadn’t wanted at first. Furthermore, to me, she was just a reminder of the time I spent with Athena and as she grew up, she began to look more and more like her mother and it eventually became too much for me to bear. When I met Helen, I was so glad to finally move on from Athena and settle into a normal, non-mythical life that I think I seemed to move on from Annabeth too because she was a reminder of my past and seemed to symbolise all my old feelings and troubles. I did love her but I always put her second, behind Helen and the twins. I think that made her feel as if I didn’t love her at all. Also, my work kept me quite busy and I think Helen always had a grudge against Annabeth as she seemed to her a reminder of my previous relationship with Athena and apparently Annabeth was mistreated by her and the twins hated her too. However, in my perspective, Helen and the twins seemed to be making an effort while Annabeth simply hated them and put all of us in trouble due to her being a demigod. This all lead up to her feeling unwanted and unloved and so she ran away. Helen and the twins didn’t seem to care much and at first, I thought it was just a mood and of course she would come back. When she didn’t, I was very worried and I tried my hardest to find her but I only found her after many years when she wrote to me, and I hear that was because Percy encouraged her to. I am extremely grateful to him for that.”

I was stunned. On one hand, I know that he loved Annabeth to bits and it must have hurt him tremendously when she ran away, but it was also partially his fault for making her feel unloved enough to run away and seemingly preferring Helen and the twins over her. But overall, I do understand his plight and I feel bad for him. As a parent, I understand how painful it would be to lose your child, and at such a young age too. It would break my heart if Percy was to run away and I might not be able to endure it. “I understand your pain, Frederick. When Poseidon left me with Percy, I wanted to run away and create a new life for us where we could be normal and Percy would never have to face the dangers. He also looks just like Poseidon and every time I looked at him, I would be reminded of my past with Poseidon. But I would never have been able to bear him running away. I am sorry for that. I tried my best to prevent that by marrying Gabe. However bad of a husband he may have been, he kept Percy safe and I was grateful for that. Even finally having him learn his true origins and leaving me at twelve hurt me. I cannot begin to understand your pain”, I respond.

He smiles sadly, “After I finally reconnected with Annabeth, I felt such relief. I had honestly not known if she were alive or dead for those horrible five years. But even after that, I was always filled with worry at the thought of her going on those dangerous missions and quests and after each one, it felt like a great weight had been taken off my shoulders, until I learned she was going on another, more dangerous quest.” I nodded, “With Percy, I was always scared of the Great Prophecy that I had been told off by Grover and every quest seemed more dangerous than the last. I almost wanted to lock him up somewhere secret just so my baby could be safe. I couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to him.”

“I feel that. When Annabeth and I had our falling out about my move to San Francisco and she left, I was terrified of something happening to her and me not knowing of it. When Percy turned up at my house with his friends and told me Annabeth was in trouble, I almost felt my heart stop. Even after they left, I couldn’t help myself going up to the battlefield and helping her out myself. I wanted to see that she was safe and sound with my own eyes. When I finally met her, it felt like all was right in the world again.”

“I went through something similar when Percy and Nico came to ask for my blessing for Percy to become immortal with a dip in the Styx because I knew that if something happened, I would only have myself to blame as I was the one who allowed him to do that in the first place. I knew the risk of letting him do it and I knew that there was a chance that he could drown in the Styx but I still let him do it. He wanted it so badly and I knew that I couldn’t stop him but to this day, I fear for what could have happened that day because of my decision. When I didn’t hear back from him, I immediately thought the worst and drove as fast as I could to the Empire State Building to see if it was true. That was when the city fell asleep and after I woke up and saw him, it felt like I was floating. We were in the middle of a war and I almost didn’t care just because he was alright. Letting him go into that building alone was extremely hard and it seemed that I couldn’t breathe properly until the Empire State Building lit up blue and I knew he was okay. I felt like I could finally live again after that. I had been consumed by terror and worry before that and only when I knew he was okay did I feel okay”

“All the way from San Francisco, I had no idea what was going on in New York and when I saw the news, I knew immediately that something was wrong and I was panicking because Annabeth wasn’t picking up her phone, despite knowing that demigods and technology don’t bode well together. Until she finally Iris messaged me and told me that everything was okay, I felt like I was being pulled apart by anxiety. I felt light-headed at that, I was so overjoyed. I couldn’t wait for the end of summer so that I could finally meet my baby girl. I am so proud of the mature, beautiful strong woman she has become, despite all the hardships she faced. She has come a long way and I am filled with pride at the person she is today.”

I smile at that, “I am equally proud of Percy. He has grown up so much and has become so strong and brave. I know that he’s no longer my little boy anymore and he has blossomed into a wonderful young man. I’m also glad that he has found his match in Annabeth, she’s a wonderful girl and they look very happy together” “I think so too. They make a wonderful couple but I do long for those days when she was just my little girl”. “Don’t we all”, I say, laughing. We get up and go to the kitchen just as Percy and Annabeth disappear into Percy’s room. “Leave the door open”, I say, jokingly. “Mo-o-o-o-o-m”, Percy cries, embarrassed.

Annabeth’s P.O.V

Percy and I were playing Hungry Hippos with Matthew and Bobby when he suddenly tells me to come over to his room because he wants to give me my gift. I’m so glad he got me a gift! I got him one but I wasn’t sure if he would. We get up and I quickly grab my gift for him before we go into his room and just as we reach, we hear Sally call out, “Leave the door open”. I giggle as Percy blushes scarlet and responds to his mom, embarrassed. He tells me to close my eyes and hold out my hands.

I do it and I feel him place a small, velvet box in my hands. I open my eyes and then slowly open the box to find a beautiful pendant made of a piece of red coral. I gasp, “It’s beautiful! I love it so much! Where did you get it, Seaweed Brain?”, I ask him as I hook it onto my camp necklace. “I found it when I was swimming in the sea once”, he said, grinning. “Thank you!”, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, softly kissing him. He grins wider. “You’re welcome”, he says hugging me tight.

“Now open my present”, I tell him excitedly, handing the small, festive bag to him. He eagerly pulls out all the colourful paper and tosses it aside, pulling out a box. He opens it to see a thin rope bracelet with a trident charm I had Jake (the head of the Hephaestus cabin) make. “Thanks Wise Girl! It’s so cool!”, he says as he pulls it on. “But that’s not all”, I say excitedly as I press the bottom of the trident’s handle and a little spark of electricity shoots out of the trident onto the wall. It makes a sizzling sound as it hits the wall and leaves a small black mark on it. “Ooops”, I say, guiltily. I turn to Percy to apologize but suddenly feel him lifting me off the ground and twirling me around, tightly hugging me. “That’s awesome! I love it!”, he says grinning widely. I smile widely at him, “I’m so happy you like it.”

Just as he puts me down, I hear my dad calling out for me. It must be time to leave. I kiss him quickly once more before we come out of the room and walk to the door. I quickly put on my shoes and coat as dad, Helen and the twins say goodbye to Sally and Paul. I hug Sally goodbye and shake hands with Paul to say goodbye. I hug Percy tightly and whisper “Goodbye”, softly into his ear. Dad and Helen once more thank Sally and then we leave. Before we get into the lift to go down, I quickly turn around and blow Percy a kiss. He jokingly pretends to catch it as he waves goodbye one last time. I laugh as I get into the lift. This was the best Christmas ever!

THE END

Hope you like it :)

#percabeth #percabethfanfic #percy jackson #annabeth chase #sally jackson #fredrick chase #christmas #fluff #percabeth fluff

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moonflowerlesbians · 4 years ago

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6. with dani and jamie would be so cute 🥺 like a lil vermont winter fic

for you, anon! I altered the wording ever so slightly, but the concept is identical. I hope you enjoy :)

you can also read on AO3

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Their flat is located a few streets off from the center of town, close enough to walk but far enough to provide a sense of distance from the bustle of the main drag. Tonight, they set out just after sundown to ensure good seats to what Dani has affectionately dubbed, “the greatest holiday spectacular to ever grace the streets of Bennington,” and what Jamie has deemed, “an entirely American embarrassment.”

It’s their third winter in Vermont, and this year, The Leafling has generously sponsored half of Bennington High School’s Marching Seahorses’ winter uniforms in exchange for a full page ad in their concert programmes for a year and a sign carried at the front of the annual holiday parade. Or, rather, the kids had come to the shop with instruments, a flyer, and an unrehearsed elevator pitch, and Dani had been utterly charmed.

“It’s good to see them so passionate about something,” Dani had said.

Jamie had hummed and had continued tending to her sprouts.

“It would be good publicity,” Dani’d argued.

“Most expensive advertisement of my life.”

“Come on, they’re cute.”

“‘Cute’ doesn’t keep the lights on, Poppins.”

Unfortunately for Jamie, Dani has an irritating way of getting what she wants. And that’s how their small business ended up shelling out an ungodly amount of cash for an extracurricular named after the least fearsome sea creature Jamie can think of.

They don’t even have legs for Christsake.

But, the sheer delight on Dani’s face upon Jamie’s concession softened her heart. In any case, Dani made certain to thank her thoroughly and, ah, enthusiastically, that evening.

Jamie begins to regret her decision, now, as she’s dragged from her cozy flat into the absolutely frigid night air. She’s bundled in her warmest coat, a toque tucked over her ears to stave off the cold, but she swears she’s still going to catch frostbite.

Dani, meanwhile, wears a fleece-lined denim jacket over top one of her many cable-knit jumpers and insists she’s overheating. She carries a blanket under her arm, the other linked with Jamie’s, as she all but skips down the street.

“The English couldn’t handle a Midwestern winter. This is nothing,” she had said.

She’s always loved Christmastime, Jamie has come to learn. Dani has regaled her with seemingly endless stories about stringing popcorn and cranberry garlands, baking biscuits with Judy O’Mara, and breaking the occasional ornament decorating the tree. She’d felt awful about that last one, terrified to tell Mrs. O’Mara. She went on to explain in touching detail how Mrs. O’Mara had taken her hand and reminded her that it was just a bauble.

It made Jamie wonder how often Dani got into trouble for accidents in her home. A question for a later date.

As they near Main Street, the sound of jovial chatter and the unmistakable carolers grows louder. The shops they pass have festive window displays, elves in stockings of red and green reading storybooks or sledding down white fabric hills. Dani blows right past, determined to reach her carefully preselected place on the sidewalk. In what Jamie is convinced must be sub-zero temperatures, she can’t imagine the winter festival will be a popular destination.

She soon finds she is mistaken, however, when they round the corner and encounter a throng of people. The road has been blocked off at either end, and families drift in and out of the shops. Some skate on the temporary ice rink set up to the side. The lights lining the trees reflect prettily off the storefronts, the branches arching up and over the street. It would be like something out of a fairytale had the weather not been turning Jamie’s hands to icicles.

Dani is very proudly pointing to a square on the sidewalk out in front of the coffeehouse, and before Jamie is entirely sure what’s happened, she’s sitting on their too-small tartan picnic blanket over pavement that is far too cold on her arse. Dani is warm at her side, and they’re pressed close, using the size of their blanket as an excuse to disregard social acceptability.

“How long until this thing starts?”

Dani checks her wristwatch. “Thirty minutes, I think?”

“Fuckin’ freezing.”

The apparent mother of three standing nearby shoots them a glare.

“Jamie…” Dani gives an apologetic look, but the woman is already herding her children off in the direction of an arts and crafts booth.

“You know, if we were home, I’d wager we’d find a proper way to warm up.” She gets a sharp elbow to the ribs for that one and lets out a muffled oomph, though she wryly notes the new flush to Dani’s cheeks.

“Hot chocolate? I’ll go find us hot chocolate. I’m pretty sure there was a table supporting the junior high theatre department.”

“S’long as you’re not making it.” But Dani is already halfway down the block.

Then, Jamie is alone, freezing her arse off while waiting to see a mediocre high school marching band play in ungodly weather to make her partner happy. It’s the kind of domesticity she could never quite envision for herself. She’s come to find she’s, somewhat begrudgingly, fond of it.

Bells jingle, the sound echoing off of low brick buildings. Red ribbon bows hang from lamp posts and doorknobs and rubbish bins, with tails that swing in the breeze. The air is crisp; it blows down from the mountains and feels like a fresh start.

Dani returns with two styrofoam cups, passing one off to Jamie, and sits with her knees to her chest.

Jamie eyes the pale brown liquid skeptically before taking a cautious sip.

“Dani,” she says, “why have you handed me cocoa-flavoured water?”

Dani grins sheepishly. “The kids may have made it.”

“I should applaud you, really. You’ve managed to find the one demographic worse at brewing than you.”

“Rude.”

Jamie receives another jab to the side, nearly sending her drink sloshing onto her lap.

“Hey, now, keep that up, and we’ll end the night in the emergency ward.”

“Oh, please, you’ve got enough layers on to stop a bullet.”

“You laugh now, but just wait ‘till we’ve been sitting here for hours.”

“Shh,” Dani interrupts, “it’s starting!”

A dozen or so children in leotards and tight buns dance down the street, followed by a horse-drawn vehicle painted cherry red, in which a larger man dressed as Saint Nicholas stands, waving at the assembled crowds.

Dani’s excited grip on Jamie’s bicep silences any snide remarks she might have made about the quality of performance. Dani’s eyes shine with glee, and it’s so lovely, the few silver strands of her hair capturing the twinkling holiday lights, that the words die in Jamie’s throat. She allows herself to fall into the spirit of the thing, content to sit beside Dani in the corner of life they’ve carved out for themselves. Even if that means listening to a rather shoddy trombone rendition of “Jingle Bells.”

Sure enough, though, heading off the band, a handful of students bear a banner proclaiming the high school’s name and the season’s sponsors. There, listed below the bakery, is The Leafling. Jamie feels a flash of pride. Somehow, seeing their little shop represented for the town to see feels real, grounding, in a way she can’t explain. They’ve found a place, a rhythm, to settle. They’ve left their mark on this town tradition and become a part of something. It feels like home.

So, perhaps she cheers a bit louder when the musicians pass them. This earns her an amused smile from Dani, at which she rolls her eyes.

It’s a relatively short parade. There are only so many volunteer organizations, churches, and youth groups in the town, after all. Jamie’s legs are stiff when she finally stands and offers a hand to help Dani up. Her arms are wrapped around herself.

“Cold?”

“No,” Dani says, “Come on, we should look at booths before we head home. Support the other local businesses.”

They wander the various tables, some offering wares, some business cards, some consultations, dipping in and out of shops until a sniffling noise catches Jamie’s attention. Dani not-so-subtly swipes at her nose.

“You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just-- fine.”

Jamie raises an eyebrow, trying to catch Dani’s eye, but she seems determined to look everywhere except Jamie. “You want my jacket?”

“I told you I’m not cold.”

“Right, ‘course not. Just positively shivering from excitement, then, are you?”

“Mhm.”

“No need to be brave on my account, Poppins, I won’t tell the world your secret.”

“And what secret is that?” Dani’s hands are tucked into her sides.

“That Dani Clayton, certified Midwesterner, can’t hash a brisk Vermont evening.” Her voice drops to a whisper, “Isn’t even snowing.”

“Hey,” Dani protests.

“Just take my jacket.”

“I’m fine.”

“Poppins.” Her tone is playful, a warning disguised as a tease.

Dani’s sighs. “Fine.”

“Ah, that’s a girl.” Jamie shrugs out of her top layer, draping it delicately over Dani’s shoulders. “Come on, then, can’t have you turning to ice on my watch.”

“You said something earlier about the proper way to warm up at home…”

“Was talking ‘bout a good cuppa,” Jamie smirks, “Why? D’you think of something else?”

Dani grumbles. “Tease.”

“Mhm,” Jamie murmurs, pressing her cold nose to Dani’s neck the instant they were out of sight, causing a squeal. “You like it.”

“Shut up.”

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13-reasons-ideas · 5 years ago

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Finding Peace In Another Part 24

A/N: This chapter contains SMUT. DO NOT read if you are under 18 or are uncomfortable with smut. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I apologize for the delay. I started my old job back and it has been really busy. Hoping to use Thursday and Friday to get ahead some. As always, feedback is appreciated and much love.

Saturday night, Bailey and I ventured out to school to go to the game. “Can I drive?”

“No. My car, I drive.”

“Ugh fine. Can I drive on the way home?”

“I’ll think about it.” Not freaking likely Bailey. He whistled as we pulled up to the school.

“I didn’t realize there actually were different buildings at American high schools. How do you know where you’re going?”

“Same way I did back home. Trial and error. And friends giving me directions or walking me to class. What did you think I meant the other day when I said they helped me out when I got here?”

“I don’t know.” We began walking to the football stadium. “Is it just me or is everyone staring at me?”

“Not you. Her.” Cyrus said, popping out of the crowd. “Name’s Cyrus.” He nodded to Bailey.

“Bailey.” He nodded in return, “why are they staring at her?”

“She’s dating Montgomery de la Cruz. People are going to stare.”

“I didn’t think he was ‘stare at his girlfriend’ bad. Becca, what did you leave out?”

“Nothing important. He just… tends to have issues dealing with his emotions is all.” I explained. Bailey stopped in his tracks and grabbed my hand, his expression hard and his eyes cold.

“Issues?”

“Not with me. I was serious the other day. He wouldn’t lay a hand on me.”

“Fucking better not.”

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t like the guy but I really don’t think he’s the type. To hurt women, I mean. He pretty well keeps his outbursts restricted to guys.” Cyrus added, quickly.

“Good.” Bailey said, putting an arm around me, out of habit. People did double takes but when I flicked him in the face gently, they lost interest.

We made it to the bleachers and found decent enough seats. The girls next to us, noticed the stranger in their midst and stared at him a moment, blushing, before turning back to each other and giggling about how cute he is. I know he’s cute. Before one girl could make a move, I cut her off. “He’s with me. He’s my best friend. He isn’t from here and he isn’t staying, trust me. It’s not worth the trouble.” The girls looked shocked and Cyrus burst out laughing. Bailey looked astonished that I would prevent him from whatever “moves” he could have made.

“Did you see that?” He asked Cyrus.

“Dude don’t worry about it. You dodged a bullet with those two.”

“Oh?”

“Blonde doesn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand and the brunette doesn’t understand ‘not my type’.”

Bailey shivered, “thanks Becky.”

“Bailey! What did I say about you calling me Becky?”

“I know, I know. But you love me so you can’t do anything about it.”

“I could call Jessica and tell her how much you miss her.” I challenged. He gulped and squeaked.

“I take it Jessica is not missed?” Cyrus asked. I bent over laughing.

“No. Psycho tried to pin a pregnancy on him a year after they broke up.”

“I didn’t do so good in science, but I do remember that you have to have sex with someone to get them pregnant and also pregnancy doesn’t last a year and a half.” Bailey said. I looked out at the crowd still gathering and waved at some of my other friends.

“Think you can use some of that dating an athlete privilege to make them move?” Cyrus asked me, leaning over Bailey.

“My what now?”

“Dating an athlete privilege. You’re dating Liberty High top end of the food chain. You get special privileges because of it.”

“And how do you know this exactly Cy?”

“I hear talk.”

“Right. Uh, I can try I guess?” I shrugged. Cyrus leaned back to watch the show and tapped Bailey to do the same. “Excuse me ladies, would you mind moving somewhere else?” I asked politely. They each raised a sculpted brow at me. Bailey coughed, but I could swear I heard a “firmer” in there. “Do you realize who I’m dating?” I raised a brow back at them. They sat for a second trying to place me, when they did, their eyes widened, and they immediately stood and stepped up to the next row. Cyrus laughed and slapped my knee; Bailey joined in shortly after.

“That was the greatest thing I’ve seen all week. Did you see their faces?”

“If I knew you could have had that kind of power at home, I would have pushed for you to date an athlete a long time ago.”

“We didn’t go to school events. You don’t go to school events.”

“I know but if you could have made people move, I might have.”

“Hey Becca, Cryus. Uh… Stranger.” We heard Alex say near us. We all turned to him.

“Hey. Did you want to sit?” I offered, scotching over some.

“Sure.” He said, sitting down. He turned his attention to Bailey. “Do I call you hat?”

“Depends, do I get to call you cardigan?” Seriously thought he was going to say cane.

“Alex.”

“Bailey. I’m in town visiting Becca.”

“Oh cool.”

“It was a surprise visit. I got home from school the other day and he was sitting on my doorstep.”

“Sneaky. Zach mentioned something about picking your friend’s brain.”

“He did. I told him all sorts of things about her. I’m told he’s my replacement, so I had to give him many details.”

His comments drew my attention. “What exactly did you tell him Bailey?”

“Stuff.” He smirked.

“What stuff?”

“I’ll let him fill you in after I leave.”

“Bastard.” I huffed.

“But I’m your bastard.” He said, pulling me into a close side hug.

“I suppose I’m stuck with you.” I sighed, overdramatically.

“That you are.” He laughed, kissing the side of my head. I felt Alex and Cyrus’ eyes glued to our exchange.

“Before you jump to conclusions, he’s just my friend. He’s almost a brother to me.”

“This is purely platonic. We’ve been best friends for years.”

Cyrus shrugged. “Okay, whatever works for you guys.”

“Does Monty know how close you are?”

“Yeah. We talked about it Thursday and again this morning. After they covered me in waffle batter and flour.”

“And you smothered him in Nutella.” Alex made a gagging motion to Cyrus.

“Not like that you perv. I swiped Nutella across his face.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, obviously not really believing me. I shrugged.

Our discussion bounced from topic to topic after the game started. Truthfully, I wasn’t very interested in what was happening on the field. I was only there to be supportive to my friends and my boyfriend. It was a close game. So close in fact, that we only lost by a two-point conversion. I pulled out my phone for the first time all night right as the game ended and texted Monty, I’m sorry sweetheart. If you can wait until Tuesday night, the consolation sex will make up for it, I’m sure. I added an I love you but quickly deleted it before hitting send. It’s not the right time to say it nor is it something to say via text the first time.

Monty responded around twenty minutes later, I guess I can wait. Are you coming to Bryce’s tonight? Bailey is welcome to come. I realized then, that I hadn’t thought of my… incident… all day. “Hey Bailey, you feel like going to a party tonight?” I hope he says no….

“Will there be alcohol?”

“I assume so?”

“Then sure.” Fuck. I sighed discreetly before texting back, he’s down. I don’t know if we will stay long though.

That’s okay. See you in a bit, babygirl.

“Shall we?” I asked, as I stood up and grabbed hold of my bag.

“Yeah, sure. It was nice meeting you guys.”

“You too.” My friends replied.

We walked arm and arm back to my car. As I was grabbing my keys, Bailey spoke up, “can I drive now?”

“Is this still my car?”

“Yes?”

“Then no.” Bailey pouted at my response but got in the car anyway.

I zipped home and parked in the garage, figuring there was no point in parking at Bryce’s and then driving home from there. It would take more gas to turn on the car than to get home. I made a quick stop in the house for a lighter sweater and to drop off my purse. People were already milling around the front yard when we arrived. I stopped briefly at the front door, trying to rid my brain of thoughts of what happened the last time I walked through this door.

“Becca.” I heard Scott call from the living room. I shook my head slightly and waved at him. Monty was walking towards him, but when he saw me at the door, he redirected to walk in my direction.

“Hey beautiful.” He said, pulling me against his side. He shared a nod with Bailey.

“Hey handsome. What are you drinking?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Something mixed with some kind of vodka, I think. Zach made it.”

I furrowed my brow and reached for his cup, sniffing it. It didn’t smell too offensive. “Can I have a sip?”

“Sure.” He replied, handing me the cup. It wasn’t that bad. A little heavy on the vodka but not horrible. I smacked my lips together a few times, trying to place the flavours.

“I think it’s apple juice and peach schnapps.” I looked at Bailey and watched as he looked around the room.

“You realize this is like a six-million-dollar house back home, right?”

“Yeah. I think mine would be around four?”

Monty coughed. “Four million dollars?”

“Yeah. Our housing bubble never burst, so houses are super expensive. What would cost one or two hundred thousand here, would cost four to five there. It’s stupid.”

“Fuck. How do you afford to live there?”

“Renting. Even though that’s stupidly expensive too. Everything is more expensive in Canada.”

He shook his head and took my hand, leading us to the kitchen. “Pick your poison. You want a beer Bailey?”

“American beer? No thanks. I’ll just let Becca mix me something.”

“I was going to go with a vodka cranberry, do you want that? I know you don’t drink apple juice, so I won’t try to hunt down Zach.”

“Sure.”

After I mixed our drinks, the three of us went off in search of the rest of our friend group. I spotted Justin and Zach talking and called over to them. They waved for us to come and chat.

“Vodka, apple juice, and peach schnapps?” I asked Zach.

“How did you know?”

“She’s still got it.” Bailey laughed, high fiving me. The boys looked at us, confused.

“My friends used to mix me drinks and stuff and make me guess what was in them. I was right most of the time. Oh, and Justin, this is my best friend Bailey. Bailey, this is Justin.” They waved to each other.

“So, you used to be fun?” Scott asked.

“I’m still fun. Right Monty?”

“Yes. You are very fun.”

“Your boyfriend saying you are fun doesn’t count Rebecca.” Zach chided.

“Fine. I’m fun, right Justin?”

“Hey now. Don’t drag me into this.”

“She’s fun.” Bryce said, as he walked over to us. I shivered and blinked slowly. Just ignore him. The fact that it’s his house doesn’t matter. Pretend he isn’t here.

“Thank you, Bryce.” I said, shoving my arm towards him to prove my point.

“Any time Becca. Enjoying yourself Bailey?”

“Yeah. Nice house.” Oh man. Bailey doesn’t like him. Hopefully he can keep his mouth shut until we leave.

“Thanks?” His attention was grabbed by someone else, near the back door, so thankfully he walked away and left us alone. I turned to Monty and after making sure he was in good hands, we left Bailey with our friends.

“So, about this consolation sex…?” Monty started as we found a quieter spot in the house.

“What about it?”

“What would it entail exactly?”

“Depends on what you want it to entail. And that’s just something you’ll have to wait to find out about.” I smirked, slyly.

“Babe. It’s Saturday. Tuesday is like an eternity away.”

“Montgomery. It’s less than three days away. If it’s that big of an issue to wait, you’re a big boy, I’m sure you can use your imagination.” He blinked at me a few times. “What?”

“You just… you look so innocent. And then stuff like that comes out of your mouth and….”

“And what?”

“I don’t know what to do with it.”

“What will you do with me?” I asked, batting my lashes.

“I don’t know yet, but you keep that up, Bailey will be spending the night here Princess.” He grumbled, boxing me in against the wall.

“He might be a little pissed off about that.” I whispered. Monty shrugged his brow as though he didn’t care, and then placed a heavy kiss to my lips.

I stuck close to Monty for the rest of the night, too nervous to be left alone in the house, even if it was full of people. Bailey and I left around midnight after I cut him off. Justin was Zach’s designated driver, so he kindly helped me get Bailey home safely and tucked in bed.

The next few days went by quickly. Bailey and I spent much of our day Sunday trying to soak up as much time together as we could before he left on Tuesday morning. We shared a teary eyed see you later when he left. I promised to visit home soon, and he promised to call me as often as he could.

My friends tried to cheer me up as best they could at school but the only thing that I was looking forward to, was a quiet night alone with my boyfriend, having possibly wild consolation sex. I beat Monty to my place since I had taken to bringing my homework to Peer in order to avoid seeing Bryce every afternoon. There wasn’t much I could do in the mornings or if I was having lunch with Monty, but even a small reprieve from being around him was enough for me to get through the day.

When he arrived, I had already changed into one of his shirts, that was really more of a very short dress on me and taken my pants off. My underwear poked out slightly when I walked or reached for anything. As such, he was significantly more reluctant to help me reach anything I needed. I could feel his eyes on me as I pondered what to have for dinner, or even if I was hungry enough for an entire dinner. My appetite had reduced since my… the thing… happened.

“Do you want to just skip dinner?” I asked.

“What else did you have in mind, Becks?” I sauntered over to where he was sitting at the island and pulled myself up onto it. Perched on the edge of the countertop, I leaned in closer to him.

“I can think of a few things.” I whispered, seductively in his ear.

“Is that so?” He whispered back, rubbing my upper thigh. I nodded vigorously. He stood up and leaned closer still to me. Taking advantage of the closeness of his body to mine, I placed my fingers through his belt loops and pulled him to me, in a searing kiss. He growled low in his throat and in one swift motion, pulled me up and held me to his body. His shirt rode up as he held onto my butt with one arm and had the other around my waist. He pulled away from the kiss before setting me down on my feet. I looked up at him, doe eyed as he took advantage of our size difference and towered over me. I felt about ten times smaller than I was. I went to protest, but he picked me up bridal style and took off towards the stairs. Monty carried me all the wait to my room and unceremoniously dropped me in the middle of my bed.

I sat there with my knees parted slightly and watched him. I watched as he closed the door and pulled off his shirt over his head. I didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that I was once again, mentally drooling at the sight of him shirtless. He caught me staring and smirked. My eyes widened more as he went for his belt. We were both shocked as a growl tore its way from my throat. Woah. “Did you want to do that babygirl?”

“Yes please.” I nodded, my voice sounding small. I sat up some more and went to remove my top.

“Leave it.” He said, sternly. I could feel my underwear begin to soak through at his tone. I nodded and lowered my arms. “Good girl.” I beamed, flashing him a wide smile. He chuckled and shook his head. I waited very patiently while he puttered around my room. This is some kind of test. Or at least, I thought I was waiting patiently. The quiet whimpering was an indication of the opposite. “Patience little one.”

I opened my mouth to speak but when he looked at me, I closed it. Finally, finally he sauntered over to my bed and climbed towards me. I slowly moved back until my back hit the headboard of my bed. I tried really hard, but I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. He looks like a giant cat crawling towards me. Does that make me his prey? Monty stopped when he reached me, and once again, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed his nose softly. He smiled and kissed mine back. I kissed him again. It was less intense than the one in the kitchen, but still had just as much passion behind it. I followed as he leaned back on his heels.

He had me right where he wanted me. He placed his hands at the bottom of the shirt and pulled up on it. We broke our kiss only to remove it. I took my chance while he was pulling off my shirt and reached for his belt. Surprisingly, he let me unbuckle and pull it off and undo his jeans before he stopped me. With my wrists in his hand, he was able to regain the ounce of control he had lost and push me back down onto the bed. I groaned and pretended to struggle as he readjusted my legs to a more comfortable position and straddled me. “Did I say you could do that, Princess?” he asked, his voice commanding yet condescending.

“No.” I squeaked, shaking my head for emphasis. I guess I must have looked slightly afraid to him because for a moment he relaxed and was back to my loveable Monty again.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Absolutely.” I stated, earnestly. That was all he needed to hear before he was back to his domineering role. I had to bite my lip to hold back my grin at how hot I found the situation.

“Stay. No moving.” He instructed. I fought the urge to acknowledge the instruction and watched him get off the bed and remove both his pants and boxers in one go. I whimpered wantonly and felt a muscle in my arm twitch. I think he assumed it was a muscle spasm because he let it slide.

Once again, he climbed on the bed and crawled towards me. This time he acknowledged my bare chest, having ignored it when He removed my top. Though it was a struggle, I managed to stay still as he rolled and pinched my nipples. I feel more naked than he is right now in just my underwear. I gasped when he pinched one particularly hard. He chuckled, darkly and did it again. I couldn’t help but cry out that time. Seeming to be satisfied, he moved his hands down my body, to my light pink panties. He wasted no time, removing them and immediately rubbing my clit with his thumb. I groaned loudly and squirmed. All stimulation stopped. “Still.” He waited a moment for me to relax again before he resumed his ministrations. I managed to stay still that time.

After he determined I had had enough stimulation, he had me sit up and gave me the go ahead to touch him. I jumped at the chance. My hands instantly found his cock and began stroking at varying speeds. I’ve never been much of a patient person. His grunts and moans only spurred me on more. It wasn’t long before he pushed me away. I looked at him wide eyed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No no. You did everything right.” He assured me, his thumb rubbing my cheek. I smiled and hummed, leaning into his hand. After he made sure I was calm, he began maneuvering my body, so I was on my hands and knees. I arched my back as low as I could and leaned my weight on my elbows. He growled at my eagerness and willingness to be in this position before I felt his cock rub against my folds. I gasped and moved forward slightly. He pulled my hips back into position somewhat roughly and I purred. I could feel him trying not to laugh.

When he entered me, I had to hold back a scream. It felt so good, my brain had already began turning to mush. He groaned behind me, loudly. As he began thrusting harder and faster, he leaned forward to cup my throat and carefully guide me back into a kneeling position. Ignoring my instructions to stay still I leaned into him and brought my arms up and back to wrap around his neck. I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm and knew he could feel it. He reached down to precisely rub my clit and we both began to chase our orgasms. My vision went black for a few seconds and I was there. When I opened my eyes, Monty was lying me forward and back down on my elbows. He went to my bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, cleaning my lower half as I curled up. He made me sit up long enough to put my shirt back on and make room for him to get into his spot. I was out by the time he pulled me against his broad chest.

#finding peace in another #montgomery de la cruz #monty x oc #monty de la Cruz fanfic #monty imagine #monty x reader #montgomery de la cruz x oc #montgomery de la cruz imagine #montgomery de la cruz x reader #Smut #scott reed #zach dempsey #Justin Foley #justin foley jensen #cyrus 13rw

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dandyads · 2 years ago

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American Cranberry Exchange, 1925

#cranberry #food #vintage recipes #eatmor #fruit #1920s #1925 #vintage advertising

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year ago

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What direction should Aspen potentially send Briar off to next? (Can't be another Ap date because Briar has deleted her account now, THANKS ASPEN) so instead Aspen is looking up social media photos of local events.

There’s a little thanksgiving festival at ebott college started by the American exchange club. They have turkey, cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole, and special permission to bring American candies. You have to sign a disclaimer before trying one though since it is a banned substance

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berkmansimagines · 5 years ago

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Thank You (Barry Berkman Imagine)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving week y’all! Here’s another Barry x teen!daughter imagine for the occasion :) Gif credit goes to @mlmspoe!

Summary: You grow suspicious when your father, Barry, arrives home for Thanksgiving dinner with a cut on his arm...

You and Sally cook in the kitchen as the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade plays faintly in the background. The two of you have been cooking for the past few hours, Sally was in charge and you were helping her out. You’ve never had a Thanksgiving meal like this. While you were in foster care, you always dreaded this holiday. This was the first year you were actually looking forward to it.

“You know last year for Thanksgiving, my foster dad took all the grocery money for the week and went to Vegas. I had a Slim Jim,” you shake your head at the bad memory, “This is my first Thanksgiving with family... It’s nice.”

“I called my mom earlier today and all she wanted to talk about was how great my ex-husband Sam was doing,” Sally sighs, and then, “For me, family is what you make it.”

You frown when she mentions Sam’s name. Sally had opened up to you a bit about her first marriage and her abusive ex, it made you feel more comfortable talking about your own past in the foster system. You both shared scars.

In a quiet moment of solidarity, you give Sally a supportive side hug. Sally wraps an arm around your shoulder and hugs you back.

“Hey guys, I’m back!” you hear Barry enter the apartment and close the door behind him.

Barry had been out getting cranberry sauce. He walks into the kitchen, carrying a small grocery bag. He has a huge gash on his right wrist that was still bleeding a little bit. He had cut his arm during a hit that Noho Hank ordered him to do. The target was a little harder to take out than he had anticipated, but Barry got the job done.

“Oh my God, Barry, what happened to your arm?” Sally asks with a concerned look on her face.

“I got clipped by a bicyclist when I was leaving the market,” Barry answers.

You glare at Barry, he’s lying and you know it. The last time he came home with some injuries, it was after one of his jobs. You stitched him up and he promised you that he was done with all of that. Then you met Noho Hank and now you weren’t so sure. You knew that he wanted Barry to do some sort of job for him. Every time you asked about it since, Barry has changed the subject.

“You should wrap your arm up to stop the bleeding,” Sally suggests, pointing to the bathroom.

“I can help!” you volunteer. You were going to use this as an opportunity to confront your father.

“It’s ok really, y/n-” Barry tries.

“No, I insist,” you interrupt Barry, taking his arm and pulling him towards the bathroom.

Barry sits down on the toilet as you pull the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet.

“This feels like deja vu,” you shrug, “We’ve been here before.”

“I know… I’m sorry,” Barry breathes.

“What happened? Why would you do it again?,” you shake your head as you begin wrapping an ace bandage around Barry’s wrist, “I just don’t understand. You promised me that you’d stop…”

“I did it to protect you and Sally!”

“That’s bullshit!” you don’t believe him, “If you really cared about keeping me and Sally safe, you’d be honest with us. Sally knows even less than I do and she deserves more than that.”

“I know...I know. It’s just complicated…”

Barry wanted more than anything to leave that side of his life behind for good, but he’s learned the hard way that it won’t be easy. Barry can’t just walk away cold, he still has some loose ends that he needs to tie up.

“Stay right there and finish wrapping your arm. I need to show you something,” you instruct Barry before dashing out of the bathroom.

You go to your bedroom and grab a piece of paper off of your desk before making your way back to the bathroom. You hold up the document for Barry to see.

“This right here, this is an application to legally change my last name to Berkman,” you explain.

Because you never got adopted, you still legally had your mother’s last name. She passed away and you never got the opportunity to meet her. When Barry found out about you, he really stepped up to the plate by taking you in. You felt so lucky, nobody had really cared about you like this before. You’ve grown quite close to your birth father and wanted to honor that by changing your last name to his.

“Wh...what?” Barry is almost speechless.

“Barry, you’re my dad and I love you but I can’t take your last name if you keep doing this,” you plead with him, “I don’t want to share a last name with someone who hurts people for money.”

“I didn’t get paid for this. Y/n, that Noho Hank guy you met after my performance...he saved my life once. I owed him and now that debt is paid,” Barry is honest with you, “I’m now out of that life for good.”

“Until when?” you ask coolly, “Are there other people you owe favors to?”

Barry’s eyes widen. He knew that you were right to be skeptical. Even though his business with Noho Hank was done, Barry still had to deal with Detective Loach and Fuches. Loach would be easy, it was just one job. But when it came to Fuches, everything was complicated.

“Barry! Y/n! Dinner is ready!” you hear Sally call your name from the other room.

“Coming!” Barry stands up and quickly leaves the bathroom.

You shake your head, frustrated by your father’s non-answers. A few moments later, you leave the bathroom and make your way to the table.

“This looks great, Sally,” Barry is in awe and sits down at the head of the table.

The food looks amazing and the table is decorated beautifully. Last year for Thanksgiving, Barry was alone and had a TV dinner. He never expected to have a Thanksgiving like this, surrounded by people he cared about.

“It wasn’t just me! Y/n did a lot too,” Sally sings your praises.

“Thanks Sally,” you smile as you sit down across from her, “Let’s dig in!”

“Shouldn’t we give thanks first?” Sally enthusiastically asks.

“For what?” you ask.

“I’m thankful for this meal and that I was able to sweet talk the deli guy at Von’s into giving me the last turkey they had,” Sally goes first.

“Uh, I guess I’m thankful that we’re not Native Americans who had their land stolen in exchange for smallpox infested blankets,” you go next. You never cared for the hypocrisy of this particular holiday.

“See that’s the spirit!” Sally nods in approval, “Barry, what are you thankful for?”

“Y/n,” Barry answers honestly, “I’m really lucky that you’re my kid. You knocking on my door was the best thing that ever happened to me. Being your dad is like the best job in the world… it’s the only one I want to do.”

You’re looking Barry in the eye and could tell he was being sincere. You nod and give him a small smile.

“Here, here!” Sally raises a glass, “Let’s eat.”

After dinner, Barry volunteers to do the dishes since he didn’t really help with cooking the meal. Sally did the most work, so you insisted that she kick her feet up while you helped Barry clear the table.

“Hey, y/n,” Barry says quietly, “I meant everything I said earlier.”

“I know.”

“And I’m going to get out of that life, I promise. It’s just going to take some time. I need to tie up some loose ends,” Barry opens up, “I just need you to trust me. And I want you to know that I’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

“I trust you, dad,” you nod, “When you’re finally done for good... I’ll put in the application to change my last name.”

Barry pulls you close and gives you a hug. You hug your father back.

“Hey, y/n, do you want to marathon all of the Friends Thanksgiving episodes?” you hear Sally call out to you from the couch.

“Yes!” you shout back to her excitedly as you pull away from Barry.

“You go watch, I can do the rest,” Barry tells you.

“Thanks dad!” you kiss his cheek before rushing out of the kitchen and joining Sally on the couch.

Now onto the holiday season!

#barry berkman imagine #barry berkman x reader #barry hbo imagine #barry berkman x teen!daughter #bbtd

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just-the-hiddles · 5 years ago

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45 and 48 with Tom and a ballerina reader, where he hoes to her show for the first time and fall in love at first sight. Also, could it be a songfic for Tiny Dancer, by Elton John?

Tiny Dancer

Just two more left! This one is fluffy!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 977

Warnings: None

Tag List: @nonsensicalobsessions @winterisakiller @drakesfiance @jennytwoshoes @hiddlesbitch1 @sterwild @pinkzz123 @klbates22 @jumpxjess @obtain-this-grain @unfortunatelyymuggle

Tom rolled his eyes at Luke.

“Would you just listen to me for two seconds?” Tom snapped back.

Luke crossed his arms and stared Tom.

“I’m listening.”

“I know you are looking at for my best interests and my career, but I don’t have time to go any sort ABC party.” Tom waved his hands around for emphasis.

“Are you referring to the American Ballet Theatre? If so, the answer is you will make the time.”

“But the play…”

“This gala is on a Monday… the theater is dark that day. Besides, I thought you enjoyed dancing.” Luke shot back, smirking.

Tom threw his hands up in concession.

“Fine, but for the record, I like my kind of dancing not fancy ballet dancing.”

Luke walked away satisfied with the outcome of the conversation.

Tom enjoyed the performances much to his surprise. A solo for Romeo and Juliet piqued Tom’s interest in the program. Once the dance started, Tom couldn’t take his eyes of the dancer. He has seen more productions of Romeo and Juliet than he cared to count, but the dancer playing Juliet captured the emotion of the young Capulet in such an unexpected way.

The program showed that all the dancers would be available to meet at the afterparty. The room was filled with a sea of chiffon and black ties, and Tom craned his neck to look above the heads of the crowd. He viewed people huddling around the principal dancers, clamoring for a few moments with the stars. He weaved his way through the bodies but did not spot her. Dejected, he turned to hit up the bar for a drink. He only made as far as one step before he stepped on someone’s foot.

“Ow!”

“So sorry,” Tom mumbled as he looked up and met eyes with the dancer he had been looking for.

Up close, you enchanted Tom even more than he expected. Tom began to sweat and pulled on the collar of his dress shirt.

“It’s okay, sir…” you glanced up and realized who stood before you, “holy shit! You’re Tom Hiddleston!”

Tom smiled.

“Guilty as charged. And again, sorry about your foot. I am sure they are worth a fortune.”

You laughed.

“I wish. The going rate for my feet is not what you would imagine.”

“Oh, I don’t accept that. You entranced me. That must be worth something.” Tom flashed one of his signature smiles.

You blushed at the compliment. Thoughts raced through your mind. They ranged from God he is handsome to Is he flirting with me?

“Would you accompany me to the bar?” Tom asked, jostling you back to reality.

You glanced around. Part of your duties required you to make the rounds at the gala, chatting up patrons and donors. You rationalized the trip to the bar as circulating. You nodded and Tom extended his arm to you.

Tom hooked your arm with his and navigated through the throngs of people with ease. He sidled up to the bar and order a whiskey for himself.

“And for you?”

“Just soda and cranberry juice. I’m working.”

Tom nodded and placed the order. Before long, the two of you exchanged life stories, family anecdotes, and more than a few laughs. Conversation flowed like two old friends catching up, and you wanted to linger in his company. A tap on your shoulder broke your bliss.

“Y/N, the donors want to see you,” another company member hissed at you.

“I am afraid I have monopolized your time. My apologies. Please. Go.” Tom nodded, waving you to take your leave.

You said a quick goodbye before your coworker dragged you back into the crowds. Tom watched as you disappeared. Although he already made the requisite appearance, he lingered, hoping for another chance to talk to you. He pulled his phone out and sent a message to Luke.

Thank you.

For what?

I will tell you in the morning.

The next several hours dragged by as you shuffled between conversations with various donors, directors, and choreographers. The whole event exhausted you. You never caught up with Tom again, and now the event ended with no Tom in sight. With a sigh, you pushed open the heavy glass doors and stepped into the chilly New York air.

“Hey.”

You pivoted to see Tom leaning against a column.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“About 30 minutes.” Tom responded, rubbing his arms to bring the blood flow back. “It was getting bloody cold.”

“Why in the hell would you wait for 30 minutes in the cold night air?”

Tom strode towards you, closing the distance in seconds.

“I didn’t get to give you a proper goodbye.”

Tom grinned as he lowered down and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. In shock, you stood there as he stepped back, looking at you for an answer or response.

“Did you just kiss me?” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Um..yes, I did. Is that a problem?” Tom asked, hope in his eyes.

“I’m not sure.”

Tom’s face fell.

“I need at least one more kiss to be sure.” you finished, grinning.

Tom’s face lit up as he grabbed you by the waist and you raised up to meet him. This time you reciprocated, throwing your arms around his neck. You felt lightheaded when the two of you parted.

“And?” Tom asked, continuing to hold you by the waist.

You placed a finger on your chin in mock contemplation. You searched his face before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek.

“I don’t expect this will be a problem.”

“Good. Because I plan on doing that often.” Tom quipped as he leads you towards a taxi pulling you close and interlacing his fingers with you.

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