#aunt tessie

[fatecanberewritten-writer]

Black Sheep | Chapter One: The Light

Stars Series | Black Sheep

For the very first time in all his memory, the only sound that he could hear was the lulling ebb and flow of the sea. The wind still howled past his ears, the seabirds still called, and if he really tried to listen, he could still hear the distant but ever-present noise of his rowdy brothers - but louder than them all was the sea. He had never felt more at peace.

Percy Weasley was only five years old, but already he found himself to be happier when he was separated from the rest of his family. He loved them, of course, but as the third of now seven children, there were moments when he just had to get away from them.

The days were starting to get colder as summer came to an end, but in this mid-day, he was still able to find a patch of warm sand to sit on. He leaned back into it now, his small, pale hands sinking into the soft sand behind his back. His face was turned toward the sun, his already-bespeckled eyes gently closed. He timed his breathing with the breath of the waves.

He could have fallen asleep like that, and he would have had a shadow not fallen over him. Scrunching his eyebrows together, the young boy opened his eyes.

“Not going to join your brothers in the water?”

“Aunt Tessie!” Percy exclaimed, as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

The old witch’s wrinkled face curved into a small smile at the young boy’s reaction. He must have expected to be scolded, but Letessa Cuffaro wasn’t the scolding type. Percy watched in awe as the hundred-and-one year old witch gracefully sat beside him in the sand.

For a while there was silence, Letessa squinting against the sun to keep an eye on the other four boys down at the shore, while Percy watched her with wide eyes, taking in every detail of her old but beautiful face. She had a very memorable face, and while it would change drastically in the next twelve years before her death, Percy would always remember it this way, with pronounced cheekbones, a sharp nose, and eyes that matched the color of the sea at high noon. If the five year old knew what the word meant, he would call her elegant.

“So, how are you liking Shell Cottage, my boy?” Letessa asked him, a couple of grey hairs escaping from her updo with the breeze.

Percy readjusted himself, looking out across the beach. Bill, Charlie and the twins were all down at the shore, their pant legs cuffed to their mid-calves, though they all still got soaked as they kicked around in the water. Further up the beach, he could see, not too far away, his Aunt Tessie’s Shell Cottage, planted firmly on the edge of one of the cliffs looking out to the sea. It looked like it could be in a painting. He wondered if anyone had ever painted it before.

“I think it’s my favorite place in the whole world,” he finally said, and nodding his head, he confirmed, “Yes, it is my favorite place in the whole world.”

Letessa chuckled, her face brightening. Percy noticed the happy lines that formed in the corners of her eyes when she smiled like that. “I’m very glad to hear that, Percy.” As she said his name, her smile changed a bit. “Do you know, Percy, that you’re named after your great-grandfather?” 

Percy looked up at her with a tender curiosity in his eyes, and for a moment, to Letessa, it felt like she was looking at her brother instead of her great-great-nephew. The young boy looked remarkably like his namesake, and she wondered if he would grow to look even more like him. With a darkening thought, she wondered if he would even get the chance. 

In her life, Letessa had seen many, many dark times. She had lived through the Great Muggle War, seen its atrocities and inhumanities, and saw how it only increased with a second World War decades later. She had seen the rise and fall of the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald, and had buried her beloved husband because of it. She didn’t think it could get any worse than that, but what she and her family were going through now made that all feel like child’s play. 

Never had there been a greater threat than the dark wizard she only dared to call He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was the embodiment of the wrath of all the century-long built up tension in the world, and not a single person was left unaffected. Just four months ago she had helped her dearest Molly bury her brothers, and now she took in her great-niece and her children, as it wasn’t safe for them at home anymore. They couldn’t see a single shred of light in this dark tunnel.

But as she looked at this young boy, and out at his brothers at the shore, she knew this wasn’t true. They were the light. Letessa smiled. “This was his favorite place, too. It was all of ours. That’s why my husband and I built that cottage - so we’d never have to leave it.”

Percy almost said aloud that he wished he didn’t have to leave it either, but he quickly stopped himself. As much as he loved it here, he missed his home, with all its oddities and chaos. What he missed the most was having all of his family together again - to see them all happy again.

“Your brothers and I are going to go on a walk along the beach,” Letessa spoke up, “would you like to join us?”

Though what she offered was only the illusion of a choice, as he was only five, it made all the difference to him that she had asked. Now, though he enjoyed the peace that came with being apart from them, he chose to rejoin his family.

[konstantynowitz]

The children of Gerontius Weasley:

Premilla Weasley (b. 1902 - d. 1964)

Secunda Weasley (b. 1904 - d. 1968)

Terezia "Tessie" Weasley (b. 1906 - d. 1993)

Quartiana Weasley (b. 1908 - d. 1984)

Pentelia Weasley (b. 1911 - d. 1986)

Sextinae Weasley (b. 1914 - d. 1977)

Septimus Weasley (b. 1916 - d. 1970)

[anto-pops]

A few people have already seen it but I'll leave this sneak peak of the Yule Ball fic here as my apology for moving at a snail's pace

“What in Merlin’s name are you wearing?” 

Sebastian gaped openly at Garreth, internally fighting the laugh that threatened to spill forth from his mouth despite his best efforts to smother it. The Gryffindor was decked out in quite possibly the most atrocious set of dress robes he’d ever seen, and judging by the look on the red-head’s face, he knew it too. It was frilly and lined with lace, and the material looked like a curtain that had been snagged off a window and stitched into something resembling clothes. 

Garreth’s face contorted into a pained expression, chancing a look down at himself and curling his hands into loose fists. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m sure you don’t,” Sebastian remarked, lifting his glass to his lips in a bid to hide his growing smile. “Can I guess? Please let me guess–”

“No,” came his flat reply. 

“What is it?” Ominis asked curiously, turning away from the long table of finger foods to join in the conversation. Unlike Weasley, he looked like the epitome of poised finesse in his dark, tailored suit. “Whatever it is, it smells old.” 

“Oh, it looks old too. Seriously, where on Earth did you find such an antique?” Sebastian teased, and Garreth’s eyes made a full trip around their sockets before he waved off the jab. 

“Ha ha, very funny. If you must know, these have been in the Weasley family for years–” 

“Clearly.”

[emeritusemeritus]

The little one? [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: The little one?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x wife!Reader

Timeline: Set during DH (canon has been altered slightly so that Fred and reader were married before Bill and Fleur)

Summary: A wedding brings out all the extended Weasley family, and their incessant questions about when you would start your family.

Warnings: Established relationship, getting married young, mentions of pregnancy and babies, but neither actually feature in the story. Mentions of sex and a few curse words.

The questions had been incessant ever since you had gotten engaged, never once letting up each and every time you attended some sort of Weasley family event.

You'd been dating Fred Weasley ever since your third year at Hogwarts and over time your relationship had just gotten stronger, knowing right from the start that you were endgame for each other, two souls eternally entwined.  You'd gotten engaged not long after the shop had opened in Diagon Alley, with Fred using the profits of his and George's wildly successful shop to buy you a simple but beautiful ring that he'd proposed with not long after.

You were both incredibly young but with everything happening with the war and the general unrest, time felt precious and neither of you had seen any fit reason to wait to start your futures together.

You'd gotten married in a small little ceremony in the woodland behind the burrow in the autumn, the spot you'd claimed as your own ever since the early days of dating, the spot you would both sneak off to in all weather to claim some time alone. Just your closest friends and family had attended, and you'd spent the evening laughing and dancing with the people you loved.

Bill and Fleur had apparently had very similar feelings and had wanted to marry as soon as possible, which meant Weasley family gatherings left, right and center in preparation for the big day.

It had started when Fleur's family arrived from France to meet the Weasley's and great aunt Muriel had took it upon herself to join in on the family gathering, stating herself to be the head of the family. The questions started from then on, with everyone over the age of 40 seemingly fixated on asking you and Fred the same question. Then, when Bill and Fleur's big day came, you'd been accosted by great aunt Tessie to help her to her seat during the reception and had been trapped there for a while as she went into excruciating detail about her own wedding and basically her entire life story. Truthfully, it wasn't entirely unpleasant with Tessie, not like talking with Muriel, but as you looked around the beautifully decorated marquees and saw Fred and George dancing in the crowd, clapping for the happy couple, you couldn't help but think about how much you'd rather be there with them, dancing with your husband. Fred had found you not long after and had attempted to steal you away to dance but Tessie in a rather spectacular fashion had also managed to get Fred to take a seat and had begun to drone on about her wedding once again with her new audience member.

"So when's the baby coming then?" She's asked with a wicked glint in her eyes, looking between you both.

"Do I look pregnant?" You'd asked in alarm, looking down at your stomach in your bridesmaid dress before flicking your gaze worryingly to Fred who looked just as shell shocked.

"Of course not dear!" Tessie laughed, slapping her hands down on her legs as she leaned back, "but you're married now!"

All words seemed to fall from your mind as you stared back in complete astonishment, not knowing how to respond.

"You know," she says, turning her attention to Fred who still looks frozen in place, "your mother was only 20 when she had William."

Ever since then, it was like the flood gates had opened and suddenly everyone was asking the pair of you about when you were planning on having a child, completely ignoring the fact that a potential war was on the horizon. It was exhausting, deflecting the same question twenty times from both families and towards the end of the night, you could tell that Fred's patience was wearing thin.

"So, have you two thought about trying for a little one?" A deeply unpleasant friend of aunt Muriel's had asked you both as you were making your way out of the marquee for some fresh air.

"Yeah we've just started actually," Fred snaps, making you turn your head quickly to look at him, eyes wide as you hear his words, knowing it would not end well. "Honestly it's exhausting, we've never had so much sex and that's saying something- every single day and sometimes twice a night, it's a miracle she can still walk."

You were horrified and amused in equal measure, not knowing whether to run away to hide your blush or your laughter at Fred's blunt delivery. The old woman looked up at Fred with utter disgust as she barged past him, fleeing from his rude and uncouth behaviour. It took one look between you both before your resolve shattered entirely and you both burst out into infectious laughter, doubling over as you wheezed. Fred dragged you close to him as you laughed and you squealed as he roughly pulled you into his chest, feeling his laughter reverberating through his muscular torso. You slapped his chest to scold him for his outrageous behaviour but he simply chuckled more and pulled you tighter, kissing the top of your head as you both made your way out into the woods, wordlessly falling in step as you sought out your spot.

"You know, I wish it was our wedding we were re-living," Fred says, slipping his hand down from your shoulders and entwining with yours as you walked, your other hand holding up the bottom of the long, satin bridesmaid dress so you could walk the final stretch to your spot without damaging the dress. You looked over at him, seeing the cheekily smile you loved so much and beamed back, nodding your head at the thought.

You approached the little fallen log that signalled the entrance to the little clearing in the woods and Fred suddenly dropped your hand and reached out to grab your waist, hauling you effortlessly over the little stump so that you didn't have to climb over it in your heels. His hands lingered on your waist for a few seconds as you leaned up to kiss him, silently thanking him for the little gesture. He winked at you as you pulled apart before pulling out his wand and casting a charm that created little firefly lights all around the little clearing, just adding a little more light to the moonlit clearing. You smile as you look up at the beautiful little twinkling lights, momentarily mesmerised by the beauty.

"Mrs Weasley," Fred says to your side, making you turn with a wide smile. Your new name and title still made butterflies erupt within you, the same way that Fred calling you his wife did. "Would you do me the honour of dancing with me this evening?" He asks with a smirk, extending his hand to you as he bows formally. His wedding ring glints in the moonlight and it makes your tummy flip once again.

"Why of course kind sir," you said flirtily, placing your hand delicately in his, gasping as he pulls you closer not a moment later, his other hand resting on the curve of your hip, just a little lower than what was deemed appropriate for a waltz as you begin to slow dance in the middle of your spot. "You know, my husband won't like that I'm dancing with such a handsome stranger."

"Husband you say?" He jokes, playing along, "I didn't realise someone had already claimed you, he's a very lucky man."

"I'd say so," you teased, laughing as he suddenly pinches your bum as you joke. "I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one," you say with complete adoration as he smiles, the hint of a blush appearing on his freckled cheeks. "After all he does fuck me once a day and twice a night."

Your squeal echoes through the woods as he grabs as you, chuckling at your squeal as he spins you recklessly in his arms, both of you perfectly happy with your lives in that moment, without a mini Weasley.

[celestial-seasonings427]

Cool hogwarts legacy fact I discovered after the fandom completely died!

Garreth might be aunt tessie's dad

[347-emeraldbitch]

Bill: Mini me 🥰

Percy: You and I definitely don’t have the same psychological issues so.

Bill: Did mum tell you family secrets #5-11 yet?

Percy: No fucking way!!! There’s more!!!! I thought the one about great-aunt Tessie was the last one!!!!??!??

Bill: *pats seat* Come here Perce 🤭

[talesofadragon]

𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

Synopsis: The world was not created in colors to be lived seldom in white, black, or even gray. This is what Y/N believed, and she resolutely refuses to be told otherwise. But when a night at the city’s most prestigious nightclub triggers a series of misfortunate events, Y/N’s world of hues is thrown off balance, colliding with a stranger whose eyes may be blue but his world is a handful of shades too dark.  

Pairing: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mature scenes. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3.3K

Chapter 2 - Morally Gray | Varicolored Schemes Masterlist

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 god’s hell on earth. 

Back in college, Y/N had to take a mandatory liberal arts elective. And up to this day, she still doesn’t understand why it’s called that when she didn’t elect to take it. Her professor at the time had the stupendous idea to focus on Renaissance drama as if this was the single most enthralling subject for a bunch of twenty-year-olds. 

While her memory retained nothing besides the fact that most of William Shakespeare's characters were speculated to be queer and The Spanish Tragedy seldom had an interesting plotline, she now recalled one particular quote she didn't know she remembered: "Hell's empty and all the devils are here."

Oh, William. Something true did come out of his mouth. 

"You look like someone murdered your cat," Yelena remarked as soon as Y/N stepped into her line of sight. The closer Y/N got to Yelena, the more prominent the scowl on the blonde’s face became.

Y/N glared at her best friend, throwing her bag harshly onto the coffee table, followed by her drenched notebook and coffee tumbler. Yelena's green eyes fixated on the chaotic mess, only momentarily straying when Y/N completed the picture with a heavy thud as she unceremoniously took a seat.

“Coffee,” she managed to let out. Yelena extended one of the cups to her side, but Y/N swatted it away in favor of the taller one. “You take the small one. I’m in urgent need of a pick-me-up.” 

Yelena arched her brow, pointing at the cup inches away from Y/N’s lips. “It’s a Nitro Cold Brew.” 

“Don’t care.” 

“You’ve never ordered it before.”

Y/N shrugged, taking her first sip. “I’m open to trying new things.” 

“Do you know how many shots of espresso are in there?” Yelena’s tone was borderline incredulous. Y/N didn’t care.

“Maybe I need the kick.” 

“It’s espresso, Y/N,” Yelena grumbled. She glanced at the discarded pumpkin-spice latte she had grabbed for her best friend, her nose scrunching in disgust at the thought of having to drink it herself. “It’s not tequila.” 

A loud huff reverberated across the back of the coffee shop they were sitting in. It was ludicrous of Y/N to think that her day would get any better with a cup of coffee when that horrendous drink made her want to empty her stomach. 

Begrudgingly, she slid the drink back to Yelena and snatched her own. “I’ve had a terrible day.” 

“You don’t say.” 

“Scratch that. A terrible week. And a half!” 

“What happened this time?” Yelena carefully asked. 

Inadvertently, Y/N’s brain decided it was more than adequate to remind her about the tragedies of the past week and a half. At first, it started alright. Great even. She didn't drink much when she went to Purgatory, so she woke up the next day without a single tingle in her head. Her day went about alright, and she even told Yelena—albeit briefly, given the hangover her best friend sported—about her interaction with Steve. 

That day was pretty uneventful, and so was the next one. But then, it was as though the floodgates of hell had opened, and Lucifer had prophesied her as the Chosen One, destined to endure the ultimate suffering.

Between a car splashing her with mud and having her get to her meeting looking and smelling like Ron Weasley’s great aunt Tessie, someone leaving a dent on her precious car, and a teenager in a Spider-Man mask trying to rob her only to throw her back her money and take her favorite purse... let’s just say she didn’t want to take a trek down that particular memory lane. 

“An old woman stole my umbrella.” 

And as if her being drenched from head to toe didn’t suffice, Yelena had to spit her espresso-loaded coffee directly on her juniper green shirt. Thank God she wasn’t wearing white this time. 

“I’m sorry, птичка,” Yelena enunciated in between chuckles. “I thought you said an old woman, who is supposed to be much less nimble than yourself, stole your umbrella.” 

“Laugh all you want, Yelena. But that woman was like a fucking torpedo when I told her I could only help her cross the street because the coffee shop was on the opposite side of wherever she had to go!” 

“Savage,” Yelena commented. Suddenly, and in a very uncharacteristic manner, she turned quiet. As Y/N sipped on her coffee, her eyes flicked up to catch her best friend’s pensive expression. She was tapping her fingers against the plastic coffee cup with her gaze idle on the rain. 

“What’s wrong?” 

There was silence at first, followed by a loud exhale. Then, after ten more seconds, Yelena placed her elbows on the table, shifting her body forward. “I have to tell you something.” 

“Oh no!” Y/N vigorously shook her head. “Don’t make my week even worse. Please.” 

Yelena's eyes held a rare empathy, a sight that Y/N seldom witnessed. It was evident that the forthcoming words were about to unveil something dreadful. Y/N just knew it. 

“Baron Zemo, the Sokovian investor I told you about, called me today. He wants to talk about the Red Room.” 

Y/N blinked twice. The despair she felt evaporated, replaced by a much more joyful sensation. "That's amazing!" she exclaimed, fully aware of the immense effort her best friend had put into creating the Red Room—a local dance studio that nurtured young girls' passion for dance.

But Yelena didn't seem too enthusiastic about the prospect. Her mouth twitched, transitioning from a scowl to a thin line. "He wants us to meet in person. The day after tomorrow," she revealed. She grabbed her coffee cup and took a rather long sip of her coffee—as if it served as her liquid courage. "He's in Romania."

“Romania!” Y/N hollered. Screw joy. She was confused as hell. Because while she wasn’t the most prodigious student in the world, nor did she have a modicum of aptitude in Geography, she did know that Romania was thousands of miles away. “Why didn’t you let me know before? And do not even attempt to tell me you didn’t have these plans before, and you just had them now!” 

Yelena winced. “You’re still hung up on that?”

“Yes!”

“I’m sorry, okay. My team has been in contact with him for months, and we’ve heard nothing. He called this morning and said he’d like to discuss the business along with expansion prospects. But he has an opening in three days or in seven months. That guy is an important investor. I couldn’t pass up on this opportunity.” 

Well, when you put it that way, Y/N thought. As much as she wanted to yell and hurl her pumpkin-spice latte at the wall, she couldn’t help but be happy for Yelena. Yes, bad news were pelting her mercilessly, but that wasn’t the case for her best friend. 

“At what time is your flight?” she asked in a steady voice. 

Yelena smiled appreciatively. “Midnight.” 

“I’ll drive you.” She rushed out of her seat, engulfing Yelena in a warm embrace. They held each other for a few seconds, but the touching moment soon melted when Y/N shifted to the right and felt something hit the floor with a thud. “Please tell me it’s not your drink.” 

“It’s not.” Y/N’s shoulders eased. “It’s yours.” 

A bad week and a half, she repeated in her head. 

Luckily, Lucifer had decided to move on to the next unfortunate soul, leaving Y/N with two mundane days. Apart from her supervisor, Maria, grilling her about delivering the latest interior design schemes for the Odinson project, nothing exciting happened.

On the second day, Y/N drove Yelena to the airport and only departed after receiving a promise of a nice gift. She had dropped her off at nine in the evening and made it home around an hour later. 

Having nothing better to do, she changed into her pajamas, made herself some popcorn, and decided to treat herself to an episode or two of FRIENDS. Her enthusiasm was unrelenting as she continued watching episode after episode, surpassing the four-episode mark.

Little did she know that her streak of luck was finite. Just as Yelena texted that the plane was taking off and the clock struck midnight, Y/N's fairy godmother played the cruelest joke on her—the power cut off.

“Oh, come on!” Y/N whined exasperatedly. She kicked her legs against her rug, throwing a tantrum like a child who’s been denied candy. After a steady string of curses, she fished out her phone and turned on her flashlight. 

Since she was living in a house rather than an apartment, she peeked through her window to check if she was the only one facing a power outage. Most of the lights were off in the houses around them—it was midnight, after all. But the street lights were, in fact, on. 

Once outside, she located the panel and opened it. The switches appeared to be in the “on” position, but she noticed that some of the wires looked worse for wear. 

“Seriously, Lucifer. What do you want, you bastard? My soul in exchange for some peace!” Maybe that wasn't the wisest thing to say to the devil. Next thing she knew, the wires inside the electrical panel were cackling, and sparks began to fly. The sudden noise startled her, causing her to jump back in surprise. “That was a joke! Don’t they have those in hell?” 

Capriciously, the energy within the panel flared up. Y/N decided it was best to stop talking. 

Nervously, she started chewing on her nails. It was already midnight, with electricians available at this hour. In a situation like this, she would have called Yelena, but Yelena was already on a lengthy 8-hour flight to Sokovia. Seeking help from neighbors at this late hour wasn't a viable option either. And though she could consider sleeping in her car, the trembling in her fingers and her foggy breath reminded her of the biting cold.

Finding herself at a crossroads, Y/N pondered going inside and waiting for tomorrow to come. In the end, it’s not like her bad luck could possibly get any worse. But the crackling electricity was intensifying her anxiety and making it difficult to make a decision. Until she was suddenly reminded of something. 

Don’t hesitate to give me a call. Even if it’s at four in the morning, the voice inside her head echoed. 

Was it egotistic on her part to call Steve just because she needed help? Yes. Was it completely illogical to expect him to be awake at midnight? Uh-huh. Was she going to do it anyway? Absolutely. In fact, she was on the second ring now. And she just hoped Lucifer didn’t have any more tricks planned.

"Hello?" The first thing she noticed was the skepticism evident in the voice. The second realization was that it belonged to a woman.

Lucifer, Y/N called in her head. You can kill me now.

“Uhm, good evening.” Great. Now that the easy part was out of the way, she was left with one last dilemma. This woman could potentially be Steve's wife, and she's going to confuse Y/N for the mistress. Fun-fucking-tastic. “I’m sorry, but is this Steve Rogers’ number?” 

“Who is asking?” the woman fired back. 

Maybe it was time to end the call. “I’m Y/N. I, uh, kind of need some help.” 

"I'll inform Mr. Rogers that you called," the woman replied. A flicker of hope ignited in Y/N's chest, only to be extinguished as quickly as a discarded cigarette crushed on the pavement when the woman abruptly hung up the phone, leaving her stunned and disheartened.

Y/N clutched her phone tightly against her chest. She stomped her foot on the ground, tears of frustration beginning to well up in her eyes. These two weeks had been horrible, and there wasn’t the slightest sign that it was going to get any better. 

Y/N massaged her eyes with her thumb and index fingers, feeling the strain of the cold and the situation weighing upon her. As she started mentally searching for the correct placement of her flashlights and candles, her phone began to vibrate, her ringtone reverberating through the quiet and empty street.

Biting her cheek, Y/N fished it out. To her delight, it was Steve. She immediately pressed the accept button, anticipating to hear the woman from before. But a different voice greeted her instead. 

“Steve?” 

“Evening, Y/N.” His tone was placid and calm. Good, so Y/N hadn’t disturbed him with her unexpected call. “Everything alright?”

“I am so sorry to call you at this hour,” she hurriedly replied. Y/N barely took a breath before she continued, “I didn’t want to bother you so late, and I didn’t want to ask for a favor either. I know this makes me sound so selfish, but believe me, Steve. I had the most horrendous two weeks of my life, which is why I never texted you—”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down, Y/N. I didn’t give you my number with any expectation that you might call or text me. It’s okay. And I don't think that you're selfish. You've obviously taken your time before calling me, so what's the issue? You're not in trouble, are you?"

He’s so sweet, Y/N thought. She hadn’t even realized she was smiling at his words until she had to clear her throat. 

“Something’s wrong with the power at my house. My best friend is out of the country and most of my neighbors are sleeping. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about it and wait till tomorrow, but my electrical panel is acting out. So, I don’t know what to do.” 

“You send me your location and wait for me to come,” he replied matter-of-factly with too much confidence and little to no hesitance. 

Y/N’s heart fluttered in her chest. The gentle heat in his words dispelled the coldness that had clung to her, leaving her feeling embraced by warmth.

“I don’t want to bother you.” 

“You’re no bother at all, Y/N. I’ll be waiting for your text.”

As soon as he hung up, Y/N immediately sent him her location. When she made sure he read it, she decided it was best to wait for him inside her house. It wasn’t like he was going to be there in the next twenty seconds. So, she sat by the window, grabbed a flashlight from her cupboard, and turned it on. 

She felt giddy for some reason—excited to see him again. There was a certain kindness to him, she supposed. A comforting aura that told her that when he was there, there was nothing to fear. Maybe it was the fact that he towered over her, and she was sure his whole body would engulf her if she ever found herself in his arms. Or maybe it was his blue eyes that consumed her whole. 

A car's headlights suddenly pierced through the darkness, grabbing Y/N's attention and pulling her out of her reverie. Startled, she glanced down at her phone, disbelief washing over her as she realized she had been lost in her thoughts for what felt like an eternity. To her surprise, only fifteen minutes had actually passed. A wave of relief and gratitude washed over her when the car parked by her house.

Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she hastily bolted toward the door, unlocking it and eagerly stepping outside. Though her giddiness and excitement turned to confusion when she realized that Steve wasn't the one who emerged from the car.

“Miss Y/N?” a man called out. It was Sam, Steve’s best friend. When Y/N nodded, he continued, “I’m Sam Wilson, and this is Bucky Barnes. Steve sent us.” 

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She shook their hands. “Thank you so much for coming. I'm sorry to have bothered you this late.” 

“Where’s the electrical panel?” Bucky cut to the chase. Now that he was close, he looked a bit intimidating. He stood at the same height as Steve, though slightly less physically built.

Y/N led him to the panel, taking a step back to allow him to work. He carefully examined it while she fidgeted with her hands, gazing at the car they had arrived in. 

“We were in the area,” Sam’s voice cut through. Y/N’s attention turned to him. She looked like a deer in the headlights. “Steve lives upstate. He figured it was faster to send us.” 

“And I really appreciate it,” Y/N responded. 

After Sam joined Bucky in examining the panel, silence filled the air for a while. The sound of electricity hissing intermittently persisted until both men finally stepped back.

“The bad news is, some of the fuses seem to have melted and need replacement,” Bucky explained. “The good news is, it shouldn’t be too difficult to fix. But, it’ll have to wait until morning.”

Y/N’s shoulders slumped slightly as she absorbed the information. What has she ever done to be rewarded with two terrible weeks?

“Alright. Thanks for the help. I’m sorry to have disturbed you at this hour,” she said, sounding apologetic.

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Hold on a minute,” he interjected, a touch of worry in his voice. “You can’t just go back to your house like this.”

Confused, Y/N asked, “Why not?”

“Because it’s freezing outside, and you’re gonna get hypothermia without any heat in your house. Not to mention it’s not safe.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, trying to brush off the concern. “I have quilts, you know,” she reassured him. “And a lock.”

Sam shook his head. He turned to Bucky, who licked his mouth before he spoke. “If you do that, doll. I have a feeling our boss will not be too happy about it,” Bucky admitted. “Let me call him.”

Bucky stepped away from the group, pulling out his phone to make the call. As he conversed with Steve, Y/N caught fragments of their conversation before the phone was handed to her.

“You’re not seriously going to sleep in your house?” Steve’s voice sounded both worried and protective.

Y/N responded with a soft hum, trying to downplay the situation. “I have quilts and a lock.”

“And I have a perfectly fine apartment nearby that I don’t use. It’s not too far from your place.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her eyes focused on the ground. She then looked up, biting her lower lip. “Steve,” she started, her voice wavering slightly.

He interrupted her gently, understanding the weight of the situation. “Look, I know we’ve barely met. But I can’t just let you sleep in your house under such circumstances. Especially after Bucky and Sam couldn’t help much. I don’t use that apartment, and if it makes you feel safer, you can text your friends your Live Location and take your own car there. I just want to help.”

Y/N was taken aback by Steve’s unwavering concern and kindness. She realized that his offer came from a genuine place of wanting to help, even though they were relative strangers. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded appreciatively.

“Alright, Steve. Thank you,” she finally responded, her voice filled with gratitude. “I’ll take you up on your offer.”

“Glad to hear it, Y/N. Could you pass Bucky the phone, please? We’ll make sure you’re safe and warm tonight.”

Y/N handed Bucky the phone. She quickly explained to Sam that she would be retrieving a few belongings from her apartment. On her way inside, Y/N shot Yelena a text, including her live location and a brief explanation. Just in case.

Taking a moment to gather her essentials, including pepper spray for added security, Y/N made sure to remember to take Steve's jacket, the one he’d offered her two weeks ago. With her belongings in hand, she set off on her way. If only she knew what she had gotten herself into. 

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Steve seems like a knight in shining armor. Does he not?

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𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter one WEASLEY VS SLUGHORN

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.04k

warnings: none

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percy weasley strived for validation of the academic kind, wanted to set himself apart from his ragtag group composed of five brothers and one sister that was designated to him at birth. he had no choice, each one of his siblings had something about them that set them apart from the rest.

ginny's was obvious since she was the only girl and the youngest, ron was somewhat friendly towards the muggle children who wandered into the fields surrounding the burrow every so often, which put him into his father's good books for learning about the 'fascinating' way that they live. fred and george had each other, like they were two peas unable to be prised out of their pod. charlie was sporty and had offers to go professional with his quidditch playing but turned it down for an even more rugged job handling dragons in eastern europe, bill was devil-may-care and living it large in an entirely different continent and was breaking curses in the last year of you-know-who's power.

everything that he, percy, was not.

where they were cool he was awkward, where they were popular he sunk into the shadows, and where they were doted upon he was given a book and a drink to keep quiet.

merlin, even ron seemed to be more favoured than him, and he was starting his first ever year of hogwarts with twin brothers who took the mickey out of him ( fred and george ), an even older brother who tried do disassociate himself from lower year riff-raff ( percy ), a legacy left behind by brothers who'd graduated to become great things, and no possessions that were originally his own.

the only things he had in his trunk that hadn't been passed down from brother to brother was his collection of homemade knitted jumpers, the pile of corned beef sandwiches he gagged simply at the sight of and the writing set he'd been given on his eleventh birthday by their great aunt tessie.

but, where percy lacked a brain of street smart tips and popular wizard culture, he made up for in ingenuity and drive to over achieve even if he fizzled out before his newt exams in three years time. and yet, percy still wasn't doing anything original or generically 'him' he realised when his prefects badge had landed in his bowl of porridge at the breakfast table one morning - bill had already been a prefect and then gone on to be head boy, charlie had smashed it out the park with his outstanding newt results too.

so he worked day and night, stalked the garden for muggle fireflies he could keep in a jar on his desk to observe for his summer task from the muggle studies teacher, poured himself over text book upon text book, any reading material he could get his hands on to put him in good standing for his owl year starting in september. percy snatched coloured pencils from ginny's desk draw when she was helping ron fling disorientated gnomes over the garden hedge to draw himself up a revision timetable, scheduled to start the first day back after the welcome feast.

he was going to pass his exams with flying colours, attend every single optional class and wrangle help out of his teachers if it was the last thing he did. even getting over himself to ask one of the students in the year above who was taking newt level potions to boost his grade up from an 'e' to a 'o'.

anything to see the look on olympia slughorn's face when the name 'percy weasley' was printed above hers in the top slot when the student rankings in each class was posted anonymously at the end of each month, like they had been since before his parents could remember.

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olympia slughorn was in a deeply committed one sided relationship with percy weasley - she hated him more than anything in the world and she wouldn't trust him as a confidante as far as she could launch him with a beaters bat. it wouldn't be too great of a distance compared to those who were on the slytherin quidditch team could hit, but she still had a good shot and that was enough for her.

he poked his nose into business it didn't belong, tried too hard to cosy up to his teachers by snitching on members of his class if a piece of homework was overdue, and constantly tried to ask her overly complex questions about origins of ingredients for her potions in effort to throw her off. it never worked, though. olympia had prevailed at the top of only one class in her entire four years at hogwarts thus far, and that was potions.

it ran though her blood, it was the one thing the slughorn's had in their legacy apart from her great uncle horace's self titled 'slug club' from his teaching days at hogwarts. he'd retired the year olympia was due to start attending the magical boarding school but still sent her various potion ingredients and recipes to create during the term time.

potions was the only subject she was predicted an 'o' in.

potions was the only thing she wanted to continue doing for the rest of her life.

there was no other option. percy weasley had to learn his place in the pecking order, and olympia knew just the way to ensure it.

she holed herself up in the small library room of the slughorn estate, significantly smaller in size compared to the lestrange manor that was dissed and had fallen into disrepair and the malfoy manor guarded with towering iron gates and white peacocks. there was seven floor to ceiling book cases in the library dedicated to potions, ingredients, poignant moments in wizarding history that advanced the world of potions, magical creatures host to rare ingredients that cost an arm and a leg to purchase.

olympia prized her validation just above thwarting anyone that was standing in her way, deliberate or not. she would snap her vintage muggle 'the beatles' records over the stone gargoyles over the front door of the house if the student rankings were posted and the name 'olympia slughorn' was printed below 'percy weasley'.

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[slytherin-paramour]

Yule Ball Garreth (Not an Aunt Tessie robe in sight!)

HAPPY WEASLEY WEDNESDAY!

[crimsonblackrose]

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On the one hand I'm happy Daniel finally got a pool with water in it, on the other hand LA is like in a constant drought.

The kids are having croissants, omelettes and fruit for breakfast, which is very cute.

Espresso clink is my favorite

How long do you think it took between episode 1 and 2? Not like in filming but in actual canon? Because:

That's a sign, and window decor. And Johnny's on a super tight budget. So did he just hand paint/stencil that all himself? Who made his sign so fast? I mean half the time signs take forever to go up. Also kebab places signage is totally different.

Miggy in his LA dodgers jersey is giving Daniel in his Halloween day outfit. It weirdly doesn't have a number. I don't know sports, don't they usually have a number?

The amount of interior work Johnny did is huge. Like he put mirrors up? The mats are down. His little silhouette karate guys are all over the walls.

Every time I see that box of trophies they're going to multiply. Now I see 5.

I think...despite everything his stencils were crooked:

Maybe it's the camera angle.

Do you think Daniel and Mr. Miyagi had to fill out all that paperwork for insurance and certification before they opened out Mr. Miyagi's little trees? I suppose we never actually saw it open officially, just the set up, and they actually got a lease from a realtor, not a handshake with a dude outside of a strip mall.

Daniel spent his summers playing in a broken fire hydrant next to his Aunt Tessie's.

Do you think Daniel picked out Encino Oaks on purpose since he'd been there once? (It is supposed to be the same country club right?)

Amanda and Daniel like Dirty Martini's ice ice cold.

Aisha drives her father (Isaiah's) Q5

The summer party they're at they go to every year, so it's annual event with magicians and clowns.

Junior year Johnny didn't lose a single point in the All-Valley.

Miguel tells his mom he's on the debate team

Johnny recommends Guns 'n Roses and while doesn't seem to own a phone or know what one is does know what a ring tone is.

Kyler still has a bruise on his left eye from fighting Johnny, which makes me think not a ton of time has passed between episodes, and Johnny spent a lot of time decorating.

So Daniel drives an Audi but I guess they also have a big silver van, that he also drives.

Moon has a 'channel', I guess youtube channel? I wonder since it was originally a youtube red if they could've done a silly little spin off channel with extras and content.

One thing I've noticed, I don't think Daniel and Amanda have a lot of kitchen storage space, i.e. cabinets and what not. Thus:

All the pots and pans and tools are hanging on the wall. The amount of noise that must make.

So Sam's in trouble for throwing a party, but it kind of looks like Daniel cleaned up the whole thing by himself. That's a weird parenting choice.

Newspaper clippings that Daniel framed include: "Mystery Dojo with Single Student Defangs Cobras" with a photo of Daniel and Mr. Miyagi and the other says "Local Valley Champ Defends Title Against Karate's Bad Boy" Which has Daniel versus I guess Mike on at the tournament.

It's interesting that the flashback lesson they show is of Daniel teaching Sam how to break boards. Since that's arguably the worst lesson he ever got from Terry Silver and not something he probably learned from Mr. Miyagi. It is thankfully something a whole lot easier than =what Daniel was doing in TKK3.

"Never give up your defense, beware the spinning hug move" is just so adorable.

Yasmine was driving a Range Rover that hit Johnny's car. And the fact her dad just bought her a new car...

I dunno, I don't think Daniel particularly over reacted to a bunch of strangers in his house and wearing his clothes and also Sam telling him she wasn't expecting him back so early and then he was the one to clean up and she's just sitting talking to her friends.

LaRusso Friday family dinners is cute.

I also like that they talk about the boys she texting.

Daniel tells Sam she's 'Jersey tough'...but she's born and raised Californian.

This school lunch is pringles, a banana, a hostess cupcakes, Organic chocolate milk and what looks like maybe a cheeseburger?

Look at these babies (affectionate) and their yoohoo. They've also been given two trays and a plastic sporks. What is this school? Clearly you get some options because both of them got fruit cups (different types) and the main course differs since Elis got something else. I guess you also get to choose between pudding cups and hostess cupcakes? I did not get this many options in school. Also like most of the other kids who brought their lunch just have brown paper bags.

Sorry lots about the food but why would Miguel be offered organic Valley chocolate milk and these everyone in the above shot has yoohoo? Why are there that many chocolate milk options?

So...the popular girls drink apple juice from juicy juice and the nerds drink different brands of chocolate milk? Because literally everyone's drink choice is by table. Lol even Kyler has the same apple juice when he sits with them. What's with that?

Karate lesson one "cobra strike" which seems to be a lunge and the "bite" a punch to the nose, mouth or neck. Kudos to Johnny for getting an actual punching dummy.

I feel like this is the first little kernel of Johnny's 'some mercy' when he looks at Miguel after this example and goes 'uh for only extreme situations' rather than go for the throat.

Johnny did not correct Migue's hands. His thumbs are sticking out.

Robby goes to North Hills High and the vp is Carla Jenkins and Robby has molly on him.

It's kind of funny that Johnny doesn't know what that is, but also makes sense seeing as he rolled the tiniest joint on the planet for the first film.

Like Johnny Robby wears band t-shirts, specifically Misfits.

So plot issue. Small one. Johnny is literally only a few feet away when he's taking this phone call where he says he's this kids dad and yet a big sticking point later is that Miguel doesn't know Johnny has a kid.

Daniel being such a sweet infodumping foodie nerd with his fancy yanagi knife. He made: sashimi he calls "Larusso ponzo toro" which uhhhh is like the fanciest sashimi ever. Omg I didn't realize this is what he tried to feed Kyler before. This is like....wagyu. It's extremely expensive bluefin tuna. Holy moly Daniel what the hell? No wonder Sam and Amanda look so excited. That makes making it for Kyler who doesn't like sushi/fish so much more of an oof, that was such an expensive purchase.

Is that the pickled ginger and wasabi?! They're huge! Daniel for the size of fish you got that's ridiculous. You gotta realize that's ridiculous right bud? Also is that just a bowl of soy sauce? Like a whole bowl?

Daniel didn't like sushi as a teen. (Then why the heck would you buy the rolls royce of fish for a teenage guy you don't know anything about other than your daughter is texting him????)

All these teenagers lying really get Johnny in even more trouble than he already is in.

Uh...so Miguel lives in what apartment 109 and Johnny lives in apartment 2. How does that make sense?

Johnny wrote down that the karate dojo is for teaching karate to anyone who wants to learn karate which is very...him since he doesn't kick anyone out and keeps Stingray.

Dojo is at 6 Herons Nest Reseda meanwhile his apartment is 7428 Saticoy street Reseda. Dude writes in big blocky all capitalized letters for everything which, thanks, easier to read.

So what is the idea here? Daniel leaves his fancy toro behind to go confront whoever owns the cobra kai studio? Is he expecting Johnny or is he expecting Kreese or heck even Silver? Did Kyler tell him any thing else? Did Daniel stay through finding Kyler some fish sticks or something?

They may have been awful Johnny but they were still teenagers.

Daniel is surprised someone is calling Johnny sensei. Like what are you expecting this place to be Daniel? A place without students? A museum? You thought Johnny just moved into a strip mall and decorated it like a dojo because that's gotta be what his house would look like? Or again, did he think someone else was the sensei and Johnny just happened to be around?

[msfbgraves]

((He thought that if he froze Terry out without giving him a reason to blame Daniel for being a bad mate, he'd be the one to leave him. You know, as he would never let Daniel be the one to go.))

I think that Daniel really underestimated Terry’s devotion and love for him here. And that possessive nature of his. I don’t think Terry would ever leave Daniel even if Daniel “froze Terry out” and was ice cold to him. Terry would plow through that somehow. Besides, it’s simply not in Daniel’s nature to maintain that sort of coldness for long. He would probably combust or gradually go back to his old self. He’s too affectionate to be cold for long, and he, despite it all, loves Terry too much to treat him like this regardless. 

True, Nonnie, but going by what I know from Daniel in canon, the stronger the feelings, the harder he clamps down at times. Look at the Reseda apartment in film 1. Not a single picture of his Dad to be found. They mention uncle Louie and aunt Tessie but not a word about him. There's one scene in three films where they discuss him. In CK Daniel freezes completely at the mere mention of fathers. Daniel is open and wears his heart completely on his sleeve ... until he doesn't. And in canon Terry also crossed that line. Daniel is open to all his bullies but Terry has been shut out. And then he marries Amanda. So if Daniel did it here, it would come out in other ways, the same way he found a substitute in Miyagi he latched onto completely. But he went 8 years without so much as a father figure before that. Don't try him.

Except Terry would indeed persevere for decades if need be. Amanda tells Daniel as much, and Terry confirms it in that song and they share five very young pups who love their Daddy. He'd cave for their sake, eventually. Perhaps that too is why his Pop was both ready to kill or mend fences with Terry. Divorce is a not an option and estrangement in the same house is unsustainable for the pups. There has to be some kind of definite decision. Which it is, is up to his Daniele. But it would have to be either a reconciliation or a hard break.

Consider too, though, that both spouses are not in the best of headspaces for a long time. Some things you have to simply suffer through together.

[goddpuppet]

Nostalgia makes me sick, it makes my stomach turn and my head spin. That place doesn't exist anymore, I can't ever go back. 

And I find myself reminiscing- no, longing for that place that doesn't exist

Every bad memory soaked into the dirty brown carpet has long been deteriorating at the Staten Island dump 

Yet here I am

Longing- Not for the fighting or the mice

But for something simpler

For 5 year old me who came home to that house from surgery, stuffed wolf tucked under my arm, Bloody bandages 

I'm too old to take a stuffed animal with me to the hospitals anymore.

Longing to put my clothes on the older-than-dirt radiator to warm them up when it was below zero outside.

I wonder how much broken glass was in the carpet-

I wonder how quickly they moved her body-

The house was flipped No more cherry tree, it was far older than I am and I think a part of me died with it-

Death is coming for any remnants of this life of mine-

that is hidden in memories I can't reach and my therapist thinks maybe I shouldn't keep trying because I won't like what I find- but

Death is coming, it has plucked them off already- the dog, the neighbors, Aunt Tessie, the cat, slowly

 it will only exist in my mind 

as my sisters are too young.

What will I do then? I can't trust my own brain. What will I do when the only place my home exists is my mind?

There is no home to go back to, 

I miss a place that hasn't existed in years.

My home has been couches and cars and bug filled houses full of people that don't like who I am- 

I wanna go home

This is not the home I knew

It is not my home anymore 

[anto-pops]

»»——MASTERLIST——««

In lieu of mobile users having a difficult time getting to my masterlist page, I've decided to bite the bullet and make an easy to access version of it !

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⊹ HOGWARTS LEGACY WORKS ⊹

The Hypothesis - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex AO3 / Tumblr

Mallowsweet Muses - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader x Ominis Gaunt Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, recreational drug use, polyamory themes AO3 / Tumblr Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3

End of the Line - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, breeding kink AO3 / Tumblr Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Lazy Mornings - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content AO3 / Tumblr

To the Victor Go the Spoils - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content AO3 / Tumblr

Atonement - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence, suicidal thoughts, angst, explicit sexual content, rough sex AO3 / Tumblr Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Hushed Whispers - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex AO3 / Tumblr

Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, minor violence, explicit sexual content, rough sex AO3 / Tumblr

Lost and Found - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: Mild injuries, break-ups, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending AO3 / Tumblr

A New Frame of Mind - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex AO3 / Tumblr

Inherent Desires - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, mild voyeurism AO3 / Tumblr

The Promise of Tomorrow - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, Garreth Weasley in Aunt Tessie’s robes AO3 / Tumblr

A Torrid Arrangement - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, lots of hickies AO3 / Tumblr

Cheirophilia - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, hand kink, size difference AO3 / Tumblr

The Serpent’s Paramour - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader  Warnings: 18+, enemies/friends/lovers, canon typical violence, angst, post-hogwarts, more TBA AO3 (Just go read it there, there's too many chapters to link)

The Archivist - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, slice of life, size difference AO3 / Tumblr

Sudsy Confessions - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, slice of life, love confessions, first time AO3 / Tumblr

Possessive Touch - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive behavior, yandere!Sebastian AO3 / Tumblr

Bitter Truths - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, emotional manipulation, dark!Sebastian AO3 / Tumblr

Homecoming - Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex AO3 / Tumblr

A Long Time Coming - Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, mild PTSD if you squint, explicit sexual content AO3 / Tumblr

Secrets - Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, light BDSM, rough sex (seriously) AO3 / Tumblr

Heart of Vipers - Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, minor depictions of violence AO3 / Tumblr

Beseech Me - Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex on a desk AO3 / Tumblr

⊹ LOVE AND DEEPSPACE WORKS ⊹

Midnight Rendezvous - Sylus x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, size difference AO3 / Tumblr

Envy’s Grip - Sylus x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, jealousy, miscommunication AO3 / Tumblr

The Mirror’s Heartfelt Reflection - Sylus x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, self-esteem issues, mirror sex, size difference AO3 / Tumblr

[a-strange-inkling]

Going back to my question about their friends being the aunts & uncles of the group. Would you include even the younger ones like Mike, Will El, Lucas, and Max? And if so how close would the girls be to all of them? Because we know Dustin is a good uncle to both Livvy & Maggie but what about the other kids now that they’d be in their 20s? Forgive me for my rambling by the way lol.

Oh not at all!

Yes, I would include the younger ones too, absolutely!

They’re pretty close with all of them to various degrees. I base it on who I would think would be the closest with Eddie and Chrissy (and then who they’re married to by default). So, obviously, yes, Dustin (and Susie). And I think it’s underrated how much Mike also admired Eddie (growing his hair out like him 😭) I really wish they got more screen time together. So he and El would be up to visit them often.

I think both El and Max both would have adored Chrissy and formed a strong bond with her (also protect her with their lives 😤 and vice versa). She’d be like their big sister. I also feel Chrissy would have been close with Lucas too. I always think about how she instantly rushed right up to him after he won the game, first of the cheerleaders (girl’s fucking dying, but by God she will cheer her heart out for this little freshman during his moment in the sun). Plus, both of them looking for acceptance in the jock circle, and having both cared about Jason, only to see his fall and show his true colors. They have a lot in common. And he and Max go through a lot of what she and Eddie went through, with Max and Chrissy being cursed.

Olivia has a strong connection with Auntie El. She also just loves her (future) daughter Theresa (Tessie).

Maggie’s favorite (aside from Steve lol) is Max. Aunt Max is so cool, she wants to be just like her!

Uncle Will and Aunt Erica are close too, but they’re the ones that live the farthest away, or they’re in school or abroad a good chunk of the time, so they don’t see them as much.

[petra-creat0r]

What happened to Mad Mew Mew in your Au??

Mad Mew Mew, or Maddie as most know her, is doing great! Though she didn't inhabit the Mew Mew doll until everyone got on the Surface, she did still end up possessing it (and having a gender epiphany).

I think she currently lives either somewhere in Ebbot or Meta City (probably the later), working as a singer/pop idol thanks to some of Mettaton's connections. I can imagine her performing a lot of death metal. She's cute but full of rage, like Retsuko from Aggretsuko.

In fankid times, she's like that cool wine aunt to the Papyton and Ghostly Webs kids. Though she's a bit closer and attached to the Papyton kids. It's not like she hates Alice, Aranea, Nellie, and Joy, it's just Tessi is a cousin she's not as closely attached to (she more cares for Napstablook, Tessi's sibling), and Maddie never cared for Muffet. She finds her weird and I can imagine there being a rivalry. (Though honestly I imagine Muffet having a rivalry with everyone. She's like, a vindictive little spider.)

[cuffmeinblack]

Hello Honey,

prepare your inner fangirl for a bit of Garreth time

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYnxVpq2/

Alright alright

1) he looks fantastic in red

2) waistcoats are hot

3) I want to burn those Great Aunt Tessie robes