#but again nothing of the sort was ever made so im just believe the christmas pary au is just too ingrained in the ut au lore

[reallapiscake12]

you know the funny thing about the christmas party comic is that i have never seen a similar thing done with ANY OTHER FANDOM, either im not looking hard enough or the Christmas party is just a undertale au thing only, specific for that fandom, and tbh i think it should stay that way

You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[buckyjamess-archive]

𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through  rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

masterlist

F O U R M O N T H S L A T E R

"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you." 

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words. 

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde. 

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family,  even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together. 

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good. 

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?" 

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?" 

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice. 

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?" 

"I don't know, he can't talk silly." 

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar." 

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again." 

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. 

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready." 

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway,  doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important. 

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way 

"You're late." 

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster." 

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states. 

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it. 

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas. 

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room. 

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat. 

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out. 

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back." 

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric. 

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh. 

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table. 

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right." 

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids." 

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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[admiringlove]

IX: aparecium; an incantation to always remember.

— you finally read all the other pages of his diary.

+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.

+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.

+word count: 2.9k.

+warnings: FLUFF!! pls, if i don’t put fluff, some of my moots would cry(*cough* ray).

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+author’s notes: this is the last chapter(im def not sad) BUT i will be writing bonus parts!!

+navigation: previous, masterlist,.

You stand in front of your apartment, sighing as you close your eyes, making your way inside your bedroom and begin to pick up the cardboard boxes with the help of your wand, moving them outside into the living room for someone(who is quite late, yet again) to take to your new home.

You tie your hair up, fixing your overcoat a little as you sigh, making your way to the smallest box, placed in the corner of the room. Just by looking at the stamp on top of it, you smile. 

The memories of your time at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You carefully sit on your knees, your plaid skirt riding up just a smidge, as you open the carton in front of you. 

To say that it was filled up completely was an understatement because right now, a few books and photographs fell out onto your lap, making you chuckle. You picked up the photographs, settling with your back against the wall and your legs stretching out, as you looked through them one by one. 

The first one—one of your graduation ceremony, standing next to Shimizu Kiyoko(the current owner of the most popular Quidditch shop in London) who was beaming vividly at the camera with you, holding up your wands as a gesture that you had finally done it. Something that seemed almost insurmountable when you first started school, and now? You all were content, happy with your lives. 

The second photograph was one from the third year, your first time in Hogsmeade. You were in The Three Broomsticks, and a mustache of the froth from the butterbeer had formed atop your lips. Behind you, a certain fox pointed and laughed his guts out. 

The next picture was from the Shrieking Shack—where all of your friends had ditched the second last day of school and spent the whole day drinking and reminiscing the past seven years of nostalgic happiness. A boy held your hand with the fondest look in his carob orbs, and you returned it. 

You gingerly took the three photos, storing them in the photo album that had also fallen out of the box in the process of you opening it. Smiling, you took out some more mementos. 

Your broomstick, the Nimbus 2001, sat at the bottom, but you excitedly removed it and placed it on the ground, saying, "Up!"

It almost made it to your hand but fell down upon grazing your fingertips. You pouted, blaming the number of years it had passed since you had played Quidditch. Peering into the box as you placed the broomstick aside, you found something even funnier. 

Cheap, piss colored hair-dye that was almost ten-years-old. 

You chuckled, looking at it playfully as you opened the top of the bottle. The disgusting odor that came from it made you grunt as you immediately placed the cap back on top, never desiring to touch that thing ever again. And once more, you placed the item in your hand to the side, looking into the box to find more things that reminded you of your happiest years. 

You couldn't believe your eyes at what sat at the bottom of the carton. 

An empty notebook with a soft leather cover, with a grey quill by its side, sitting there and ridiculing you. 

You blinked twice, making sure what you were seeing was real. Hell, you even rubbed your eyes until you could see mindless patterns in the dark. You opened your eyes, the patterns making themselves sort of visible in plain sight, disappearing after a few milliseconds when you grabbed the brown book in front of you and whispered with your wand in hand, "Aparecium."

September 2, 20**.

I don’t know what I’m doing at this point. It’s been 3 years since I started loving her.  When I saw her walk into the train today, umm, yesterday cause it’s past 2 AM now… I felt so happy?? I mean, I know I tease her and all, she’s quite amazing. She’s got the brains for it all and insults me back even when I say something stupid.  I really dunno. 3 years and I’ve made 0 progress. I seriously need to re-think my decision about my love for this girl 'cause 'Samu says there’s no chance she loves me back. Dunno if I’ll be able to stop my feelings, though. I’ve liked her since my second year. Damn me, for being such a lovesick puppy.  And to think I colored my hair for her too. [Y/N] called it piss-colored. Out of all things, why the fuck would ya compare somebody’s hair to piss? That’s utterly disgusting. I wonder where [L/N] gets these dumb ideas. Damn her, that slug. Anyways, I have class in a couple hours. G'night. 

'Tsumu. 

You immediately let out a hearty laugh, flipping to the next page when you remembered a certain encounter with the boy who wrote the diary. The day he told you he loved you, by the infamous Black Lake, he spoke of this particular page. He said that he addressed the nightly trips around Hogwarts, about how much he longs to be yours, about his happiness when he sees you, and your snarky comments that are just as, if not more, witty than his. 

September 4, 20**

Today was the third day of school. Also my first trip around Hogwarts with [Y/N] under my invisibility cloak. We snuck into the kitchens and got ourselves steak pies and treacle tarts, and then went to the Astronomy Tower where we ate them while laughing about nothing in particular. I love these little trips. They make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Dunno how to put it into words, but I really like spending time with her alone. It makes me really really really happy. I wish that someday, maybe when I'm all grown up and play for a known Quidditch Team and she's a DADA professor, we are still like this. Going around to aimless places, eating food, and laughing about the old times(or anything really, I just want to be with her even when I'm older). And just like always, she doesn't fail to throw dumb comebacks at me. I can't help but chuckle at them, because sometimes they really are offensive. Well, looks like it's time to hit the hay now, so g'night. 

'Tsumu.

You gasp as the page comes to an end, a hand on your mouth. He wasn't wrong when he said he wrote about you. You smile as a tear runs down your cheek as you flip to a random page this time, and you realize that it's written in his sixth year of Hogwarts. 

December 23, 20**

I stayed back for Christmas break this year and my dorm is all empty. So is hers, because she says she didn't want to go back home at all until the summer. I feel bad for her gran, that woman must feel lonely. 

You giggled at the line, grinning because you remember your grandma sending you a Howler, which yelled at you in the empty dorm-room for not coming home for the holidays. She said she missed you, and that your grandfather's health was deteriorating. She had also said that she knew why you didn't come back, and that it was okay, because she understood that you couldn't see another loved one go. The Howler ended on a sorrowful note, but everything eased back into its place because you remember the writer of the diary in your hands being there to comfort you when a dreaded letter came in after the holidays. You continued reading where you left off, wiping away the new wave of tears that had emerged from the memories.

Yesterday, me and [Y/N] went around the castle under the invisibility cloak I gave her. It was fun because I always get to see this little smile on her face that only shows up during these trips. We also went to the forbidden section of the library just because we wanted to look at a few spells that are probably illegal. I did accidentally kill a rat practicing the second unforgivable curse, and [Y/N] helped me hide all the evidence by feeding the dead rat to the Hippogriff she had found in the Forbidden Forest. I swear, if someone saw the way I did the spell and couldn't stop until [Y/N] threw Expelliarmus at me, they would throw me in the deepest pin in Azkaban and I'd probably never be able to see [Y/N] again. Anyway, I have to go back out for dinner now. G'night.

'Tsumu.

You, again, laughed at the man's childishness. You recollect distinctly how scared he was, that he had almost pissed his pants in the Courtyard that night. You had assured him that nothing would go wrong and that your lips were completely sealed, because he was your friend of course, so you had quickly formulated a plan to help him. And yet again, you flip to a new page, one from the fifth year this time. 

July 15, 20**

 I hate this part every year. Ever since my third year, it sickens me to come back home for summer. I can't see her because she lives in Lambeth while I'm in Westminster with my posh family. It makes me a little angry sometimes that my family is well-known in the wizarding world because this means my summers are filled with whatever my parents want me to do. The train ride back home was definitely not quiet. It was so chaotic(mostly because of the constant bickering between me and [Y/N]) and Kita-san yelled at us at the end. That was the first time I've ever seen him get angry, so he was either really fed up or we were being too dumb. Anyway, I'm gonna miss Hogwarts a lot for the next month or so, because after that I get to see her again. Honestly? Can't wait for the sixth year. I hope she grows taller, because right now, she's quite the midget. I'll write her a letter or two, but I probably won't send all of them. G'night for now. 

'Tsumu.

You continue reading it all. Page by page, parchment by parchment, word by word, letter by letter until you finally get to the last page. The one he wrote on the graduation day, where he says that he wants to marry you someday. But you don't get to read it just yet, because he walks into the room with his booming voice and boyish grin.

"[Y/N]! Sorry I'm late, sweetheart! I apparated back home as fast as I could 'cause Coach saw me slack off a lil-"

"So ya actually read it all, huh?" he smirks, walking up to you and crouching down next to you, "Ah, the last page, have ya read it yet?"

"Not the last one," you smile, "—if only I'd read these sooner, we wouldn't have gone through all that mindless drama in seventh year, right?"

"Eh, 'twas kinda worth it in the end," he shrugs, sitting down next to you and placing his thumb on your chin, "Love, you've been crying?"

You shook your head lightly, letting out a small chuckle which to him sounded like the sweetest melody on the face on the planet, "Tears of joy, 'Tsumu. You were a cute teenager in love."

He smiles with his teeth on display, his fading blonde hair falling on his face with perfection as he whispers, "Only for you, darling."

"I'm glad," you mutter, closing in and placing a ghost of a kiss on his lips when you realize, "Wait, shit! We have to take all of this to the House! I'm supposed to leave for Hogwarts tonight!"

"Kiss me first, then we'll talk."

"'Tsumu, you really didn't have to come all the way to Hogwarts to drop me off," you giggle, as the yellow-haired man intertwines his fingers with yours quietly, giggling along with you as he says, "Hey, now yer students get to see yer hot boyfriend that you've been with for the past eight years."

"My stupid boyfriend that did a lot of illegal things in school. You're not exactly a good influence, you know," you mumble, earning a little offended open-mouth Atsumu walking alongside you to your quarters. He continues faking the vexed expression, a hand on his heart as he says, "How could ya wound me like this, baby?" 

"I love you though, so it's justified," you say, opening the door and placing your trunk by the bed. He closes the door, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest as you set up your things in the room. When you turned around, you saw Atsumu looking at you with the most enamored look in his clove-infused eyes. You sighed, your shoulders immediately relaxing when your orbs land on him by the door. You step towards him, your beige trench coat trailing behind as you wrap your arms around his very muscular figure(now that he's a part of Nottingham Jackals as a Beater). 

"You're going to leave, aren't you?" you mumble against his chest softly, as he chuckles out, "Yer lucky ya get to stay in Hogwarts when I'm gone. Everything's gonna remind ya of me."

Before you open your mouth to retort, your boyfriend says, "Don't worry, slug. I'll send ya letters everyday. And I'll come to meet ya twice a month. Maybe you can even let me meet yer students."

"'Tsumu, no-"

"Imagine! Children and teenagers, all of 'em love me to death. They'll love yer class, even more, when you make me meet 'em!" he exclaims, his eyes filled with curiosity, "Also, also! What about the third years? I wanna be there when the boggart lesson goes on-"

"'Tsumu, no. The school won't allow it. Although, my students do come and ask about you a lot because they like your Quidditch playing skills. They're not idiots like me, they won't fall in love with your stupid personality," you chuckle, pulling away from the hug, but still holding his arms with yours. He pouts, pulling you into a soft kiss, but immediately pulling away and winking at you, "I'm gonna see ya in a few weeks. Maybe I'll take ya on a date to Hogsmeade again, we can sneak into the Shrieking Shack again under that invisibility cloak."

"'Tsumu, I'm a teacher, not a student!" you laugh, but he simply says, "If anything, that gives us an excuse!"

Miya Atsumu never expected you to be agitatedly running around in your green-room, trying to find things for your hair and make-up. He chuckles lightly because all the other people in the room can do is shake their heads and sigh at your frantic state. Your maid-of-honor, Kiyoko, tried to calm you down about half an hour ago, but it was to no avail. 

Atsumu sent Kiyoko a knowing glance, to which she and all the other bridesmaids stepped outside for just a minute. 

"[Y/N]," he says, his voice low but still soothing. You stop in your tracks, turning around and gasping as you looked at him—clad in sweatpants and a white shirt—and widened your eyes. 

"Dummy, you aren't supposed to see me just yet! Go away and wait at the altar!" you yell, walking over to him and attempting to shove him outside the room. 

Emphasis on the word, 'attempting'. 

"You look exactly like what you are right now, a slug. So listen to me, love. I need to give ya something before you start stressin' out all over again," Atsumu murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders tenderly as he pulls out a book with a leather cover and hands it to you. 

You sigh, picking it up as you sit down by the vanity. Atsumu looms behind you, crouching down to whisper next to your ears, "Love, open the last page, will ya?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, turning your head to look at him with exasperation. He places a peck to your cheek, humming indulgently as an indicator for you to continue as he instructed. You sigh again, shoulders drooping low as you turn over the book and open it, and muttering, "Aparecium."

July 2, 20**.

I want to marry [L/N] [Y/N] someday. 

Miya Atsumu. 

From the last day of the seventh year, and Atsumu continues to explain to you that during the train ride back home when all of you were sleeping, was when he wrote the last entry of his diary, and never opened it again. Because he knew, that he meant every word scribbled on every page. 

You sat there, listening to the man with the messy faded blonde hair, losing yourself in his perfect brown eyes all over again. You felt as if you were diving deep into an ocean of pure chocolate, the sweetness and the slight bitterness getting the best of you as you drown—but voluntarily, because drowning was your intention. 

"I love you, Atsumu," you say out of nowhere, cutting him off. He stops abruptly, his eyes growing wide and his mouth forming into a pout. His lips form into the brightest smile ever, as if the rays of a thousand suns meeting at one point. His boyish grin melts your heart, as he presses his lips to your forehead and says, "I love you more, darling. Now, take a breather, will ya?"

"Oh, and before I go. Don't disappoint me today, slug. I've been waiting to do this for the past eleven years."

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i’m not crying. yes. 

[known-as-naya]

What’s your favourite thing about the Klebekah dynamic and your fave scenes? What was it that drew you to them

Thanks Yuki for asking this, it took me hours to think of all my fav scenes but it was worth it lol ❤️

My fav thing about the klebekah dynamic:

So, klebekah. I simply love them if it isn't obvious by now lmao, their codependent and dysfunctional toxic relationship fascinates me so much. They're litteraly the most important person in each other's life and I love that, I love how they understand one another with just a look, I love how they never gave up on each other for a thousand years despite all the betrayals, I love how they adore and worship one another, I LOVE THEM.

Rebekah was the person klaus loved the most in the world (besides hope ofc) it's actually funny how most of the fandom doesn't realize the impact she always had on him, she was his humanity for a thousand years, she was his constant (along with Elijah ) and he was hers, and as we saw on the show Rebekah was the person he showed affection the most.

As for rebekah, Klaus was the man she ADORED since she was a little girl, he was her big brother, the person she wanted to be like when she gets older, her protector, soulmate and best friend. Rebekah was the only person who never actually tried to change him, she loved him as he is during a thousand years and I LOVE THAT.

-The thing that drawn me to them:

Are a lot of things but THE CHEMISTRY was what made me fall in love, fun fact: but the first time I discovered klebekah I was watching a tvd scene on YouTube a couple of years ago and coincidentally it was their 3×03 Chicago flashback scene with Stefan, and I thought they were a sort of threesome of something lmao and when I knew they were siblings I was shocked but continued to ship them anyway cause why not.

What are your fav scenes ?

Oh boy, this is a very DIFFICULT question cause I practically love all their freaking scenes, but I eventually have to choose so there you go:

-I'll begin with tvd:

-There's 3×03, of course, THIS WHOLE EPISODE IS FULL OF INCEST. the "I'm not your girlfriend", the "choose him or me" Klaus' jealousy, the eye sex, the daggering session, the hand holding, EVERYTHING SCREAMED KLEBEKAH. This ep was such a strong introduction to their strange dynamic.

-3×04: my fav thing about this ep is Klaus taking rebekah to shop and being a child about it. He was so done with her already but at the same time so happy to have her around again. I loved the surprised expression on Stefan's face the whole time, he was not used to this side of Klaus, he was not used to Klaus being wrapped around someone's little finger. I loved their little conversation when she was trying that dress and she said something about women in the 21th century dressing like prostitues and that she got dirty looks for wearing trousers and then Klaus said you wore trousers so women today could wear nothing. Lmaooo it was hilarious.

- 3×15: "I hated you when I learned that you killed our mother but after a thousand years together as a family you're the only one who never left me "

" Aren't we a pair ?" THIS MF LINE GETS ME EVERYTIME. I don't have words to describe what it does to me but I love this scene and the fact that Klaus thought that rebekah was going to show him her torturer's skills makes it better.

-3×18: " you destroyed our family" "I wanted a family they just didn't want me, and now that we're unlinked we're no longer responsible for each other" "so are you leaving ?" "As soon as a get my stakes I'm gone..... I'm gonna make a NEW FAMILY of hybrids" "and if I choose to stay ?" "Then you're just as pathetic as Finn " THIS WHOLE scene was a masterpiece, them looking at each other like that makes me wanna give them a hug:

-3×20: it wasn't really a klebekah scene cause it was Esther in Rebekah's body but the way Klaus smiled at her and agreed to go to the dance JUST for her melt my heart.

-3×22: oh gosh this one, breaks my heart but love it so much " how dare you save Caroline over me ?" " You left me !" "it's always been me, not Finn not Elijah no Kol ME, I LOVED YOU through everything and you don't even care " and then he chokes her and say something he -IM SURE- regrets immediately "you know something rebekah you're right I don't care, from this moment on you're not my family you're not my sister you are nothing " and then he breaks her neck. I HATE THIS SCENE BUT I LOVE IT. these two needed couple therapy. Klaus was horrible, she watched him die, she mourned him, her heart broke. He could've told her about his plan tho ? I'm still wondering why he didn't but I guess he was just being an asshole as usual and took her as granted. And him saving Caroline over her was not it.

-4×04: the flashback hunter scene "YOU TRUSTED HIM OVER ME " "WHAT DID HE PROMISE YOU " "TELL ME REBEKAH " it was like he caught her cheating on him lmaooo. On the same episode there's the famous line "laugh at the girl who loved too easily but I would rather to live my life than yours Nik, no one will ever sit around a table telling stories about a man who couldn't love" the way he looked down after her saying that breaks my heart, cause Klaus could love, he LOVES her, then he daggers her -cause he's a paranoid bastard- and he cries about it.

-Let's switch to TO scenes:

-1×02: this episode is one of my favs but the best scene was when Klaus was choking Hayley after he learned that she wanted to abort the baby then, rebekah slammed him against the wall (it was hot tbh lmao) and she said "it's okay to care, it's okay to want something that's all Elijah was trying to do all he's ever wanted for you, all we've ever wanted." The way he looked her deep in the eyes gets me everytime, he was trying so hard not to cry. Then they sat together, exhausted, and Klaus told her about his plan -that involved giving Elijah to marcel lol- and if she doesn't like it, there's the door.

-1×03: one of my fav episodes too and it has so many good klebekah scenes, ���that depends what plan you mean love my plan for global domination or rebekahs plan to find love in a cruel cruel world”  then she giggled and threw a pen at him so lovingly lol. They were teasing and all flirty with each other in front of Hayley and they acted as nothing happened the night before and Klaus never gave Elijah to marcel, after that they teamed up and everything was going fine but Klaus happened. then there's the masquerade ball scene when Klaus called rebekah " you really are a hideously evil little thing aren't you "

and them being jealous watching marcel and cami dancing. later in  this ep theres the famous “you disgust me” scene, the tension was so thick i acually thought they were about to kiss and have sex on that damn piano lmao but klaus as usual disapointed rebekah, she trusted him against all her better instincts and he choose to act against her back cause he thought his plan was smarter.

-I'm not sure in which episode this scene is but I remember Klaus telling rebekah "you were quite resourceful today..... sometimes I think I don't give you your due little sister" it was so cute cause Klaus knows that he doesn't give Rebekah enough credits, and she was so happy to hear him say that.

-1×14: the famous "YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME REBEKAH" this episode had me crying the first time I watched it, Klaus was so angry, disappointed and hurt, he could not believe that his baby sister did this to him, that he was in denial for almost a century and he for that she must pay. "Rebekah would not call my father no matter how angry she was " "enough of your lies" even after seeing the truth from the source he still couldn't believe it cause he loved her so freaking much and he thought she did too.

Then them fighting and Klaus getting turned on by her beating his ass up

-1×15: this mf scene.

The kiss, THE FREAKING CLOSE TO THE LIPS KISS. the sexual tension in this scene was HUGE, Klaus finally "set rebekah free" and he was DRUNK doing it. "We don't have to run anymore, we've found a home" and the look on Rebekah's face is priceless, she was shocked and almost guilty cause at this time she has already called mikeal and Klaus was a little too late.

Also in the same episode, THE BLOOD SHARING. Look at them just look at them.

-1×16:

THE BABY MIKAELSON FLASHBACK !! OMG, this scene melts my heart. "Don't be afraid I won't let it hurt you " "will you stay with me till the storm ends ?" And he did stay with her no matter what. I love this scene cause it shows how close and protective they were of each other since forever. Then he gives her the wooden knight so she can be brave. I'm soft.

Then there's this one too ! I love how Rebekah was actually the only one to ever stand against mikeal, she even tried to kill him, just for Klaus. So much devotion.

I'm still not over this one, the hurt on Rebekah's voice as she says those words, Klaus's tears, the whole episode was so angsty but this scene was IT. and then he realised what he did to her, that instead of protecting her he was hurting and suffocating her so he did something he's not used to do, being selfless, and he let her go.

The 1×22 scene: LITTERALY on top of my fav scenes list ! Klaus giving hope to Rebekah proved how much he trusted her "there's no one I would trust more with my daughter's life" and the fact that she came back just for him (and hope) proved that she never really wanted to leave, she just needed a little freedom. Then when he handed her the little toy I WAS IN TEARS OKAY, it was so soft. They were so happy and relieved to see each other again.

-2×09: "if anything goes south I'll be there to pull you out" "you and I on the same team it must me Christmas" he promised to protect her at any cost and she knew he will. Them teaming up against Esther was so great, then the "take me instead" , Klaus was WILLING to sacrifice his immortal life for REBEKAH, if this isn't pure love then I don't know what it is.

-2×17: another episode losing his shit because his wife-sorry sister is in danger. He let Freya enter his mind just to save her (and he was so suspicious about it cause he didn't want her to know his strategies but in fact he was just afraid she'll know about his questionable taste in woman lmaoo)

And this mf scene is so cute, look at their smiles, the forehead touch, his hand on her neck, here on his arm, FOR YOU FOR NOW. I can't believe this is actually canon.

-2×22: "family tradition!" "Minus the family."

"Well, you're here."" In the skin of your choosing, no less."

"Well, poor you. Because that body is such a hardship."

"You would hand over your crown? And do what?" "Raise my daughter... with the help of my sisters. One big, happy family."

" Now, that does sound grand-- minus the giant, Elijah-sized hole in the room. And, whilst your sisters raise your child, what will the child's mother be doing, exactly?"

"This, dear brother, is not what happiness looks like."

This scene was so important, Klaus was wrong and he needed someone to remind him that what he did was not necessary, that he hurt most of his family, and rebekah was there for that. He wished she'd stray with him to "raise" his daughter but after this scene we see Freya offering her Eva's body so she leaves.

-3×09: "you're always leaving" "and I always come back" THEN THE DAMN HUG. their hugs are always so good, the way they close their eyes and hold each other tight and they seem like they never want to let go of each other. Then she has to leave and make Elijah dagger her without telling Nik, cause she wants Nik to be happy for once.

-3×22: "wasn't you who once told me I could talk my way out of hell " and then they smile affectionately at each other and HUG tightly. After this he took her hand and they both walk to their possible end, and she watches him getting stabbed by marcel after she was forced to say all those things she did and didn't think. The whole trial scene was a masterpiece. I love it.

-4×02: this EP was full of klebekah soft scenes. There was the reunion HUG . the way she runs to him the second she sees him and the way he reaches to her and hugs her tightly to his chest.

The kiss on the cheek after "thank you for not abandoning me" and the way he smiles at her was so SOFT OMG.

-4×03: the goodbye hug "Nik you do not need me anymore, I know that I'm your fav sibling and of course I adore you" "you were the only one who never treated me like s misfit, for centuries my only place was by your side...." AND THEY HUG TIGHTLY AGAIN. this was the first time Klaus let Rebekah do whatever the hell she wanted without fighting or daggering and it was revolutionary to her. (The fact that she's his fav sibling and she KNOWS it makes me so happy lmao).

-5×01: their phone call about Elijah. They were both so lost and devastated without him it broke my heart. "How does he look?" "Happy.."

-5×08: "ah Nik always so dramatic"

They were so happy to be reunited after 7 years of being apart, look at them hugging each other so tightly. I LOVE this scene.

-5×12: then there's the goodbye scene, Klaus gave her the cure so he can make up for a thousand years of hurt, "live the life you've always wanted to live, MY SISTER" the way he looked at her so proudly, so in love makes me cry. In my opinion he gave her the cure so they can reunite again in the afterlife. Both him and Elijah can't live or die without her, they're supposed to be together, they're meant to be together and the cure will bring her to them, to him, again. It was such a good scene, the hug, the last glances, everything.

And that's it!!! I'm sure I forgot some other scenes but those are the most important. ❤️

[tataswish]

❝   familiarity  /  one.

━   ♡ ・  paring:  kim taehyung x reader. ━   ♡ ・  genre:  soulmate!au, non idol!au, fluff (with a little angst!). ━   ♡ ・  word count:  2.7k.   ━   ♡ ・  summary:  you didn’t believe in soulmates. once. that all changed when you met yours; all thanks to one little drawing.

author’s note:  hi! i haven’t written in a while so excuse the small mistakes, but i hope you enjoy! if you’ve played bts world before, some of the stuff in this chapter might seem a little... familiar (no pun intented). i also plan to have the reader be connected to every member somehow in this fic, so they will come soon! hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. <3

“Shit,” you murmured under your breath, glancing at the rows of baked dough that were left in the oven for a little too long. Rather than its usual glossy, golden brown finish—it was dull, and… sad.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been miraculously hired as the pastry chef’s assistant at Hotel Mudrin. You say miraculously, because even without any sort of culinary knowledge outside of cooking shows, you still managed to land the job. The chef was somehow impressed by the basic strawberry pancake dish you presented during your interview, and instantly saw growth potential in you.

That was also when you met your best friend, Seokjin. He was a newly hired intern at the time, and with the two of you being the only staff members in the hotel within the same age bracket, it didn’t take that much time for a bond to form. Seokjin was always getting into trouble by his boss Mr. Im, because to him, this intern could never do anything right. But with you there, you were able to lend a helping hand when tasks got a little too overwhelming—and things got a little easier from there. You and Seokjin began to spend time together on and off the clock since.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the mixture of raging hormones from being together, but the two of you decided to give dating a shot not too long after. It lasted for a solid two months—and while it had to come to an end, you both concluded that you were happier as friends.

And it was true. You and Seokjin have been inseparable since.

“____,” you heard the head chef call out your name, which instantly reeled you back to reality. Glancing down at the burnt dough on the tray, you felt a surge of warmth rush through your cheeks, knowing that you were about to be scolded at any second. “Are you okay? Ever since you came back from your lunch break, something’s been off.”

“No chef, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, walking over to the nearby garbage can to throw the current batch of dough away. A reassuring smile soon formed across your lips. “Just tired.”

If it wasn’t for you spiraling during your lunch break after Seokjin had left, maybe you would be in a better head space. But of course, spending the last ten minutes of break thinking about what went wrong in all of your relationships didn’t exactly help anyone at all.

The head chef could see through your lies too. And rather than questioning it, he only continued piping cream on the freshly cooled pastries on his side of the counter. “Maybe you need some fresh air,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders, eyes concentrated on his work. It was evident he was still invested in the conversation with you, though. “There should be a shipment of mangoes coming in in about twenty minutes, do you mind bringing those boxes in here? Take all the time you need. I’ll work on making another batch of dough.”

“I can make the dough, chef!” you tried to protest, mostly as a way to convince your boss that you weren’t feeling too off (when in reality, you were). “It’s okay, the mangoes can wait.”

As you were about to reach for the measuring cups in a nearby counter top, you were met with a look from the chef that clearly said: Go get some fresh air. Now.

So, rather than questioning it, you did.

After washing your hands and hanging your apron by the door, you made your way outside of the kitchen and into the main hallways of the hotel. It was emptier than usual—mostly because it was a weekday afternoon, and the guests who were staying at the hotel were out. It was also the midst of October, and the influx of guests don’t usually start to come in until around Christmas-time. Which was fine, because you weren’t met with the stress of having to make hundreds of fruit tarts in a span of an hour. Instead, you were able to step out and take a small stroll, which was always nice.

Upon exiting the area where the stairs were (staff weren’t allowed to use the elevators, per Mr. Im’s orders), you finally arrived at the ground floor. You always felt so out of place in the main lobby, with or without your work uniform. With the spacious area matched with gray marble flooring and sleek interior design, it was never a place you imagined yourself staying in. Only the richest of the rich could afford even one night in this place, and you? Couldn’t even afford a proper meal for dinner on some days. Hotel Mudrin was known to be a hub for millionaires, celebrities, or rich families alike—not for struggling university graduates like yourself.

But sometimes, it was nice to dream.

Quietly humming to a tune of a song you heard in the radio earlier this morning, you casually strolled through the floor, making your way towards the back door where the shipments would be. The subtle smell of lemon from the newly mopped floors was an odd favorite of yours. From time to time you’d flash a friendly smile towards the guests or staff members you’d pass by. But before you could exit through the back and meet with the shipment truck, you decided to take a small pit stop to the front desk and say hi to your best friend.

“Dude,” you began the minute you saw Seokjin behind the front desk. His eyes were on the computer screen in front of him, typing and clicking away, but you knew him well enough to know that he was probably playing a game of Minesweeper like he always does. Crossed arms resting on the desk, you then rest your chin on them as your eyes look up to your friend on the other side of the counter. “Remember when I wanted to cry because I realized I’ll probably be single and alone forever? Well my boss—”

As you continued to ramble on, Seokjin’s eyes finally met with yours. They weren’t eyes that meant he was ready to listen to you vent, no… they were wide. Like he was in a state of shock.

He quickly began to shake his head, which caused you to raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Did he want you to stop talking? Shut up? Right as you were about to say something though, his lips began to mouth the words ‘I’m busy’ over and over again.

That was when you knew, you fucked up.

The truth was, Seokjin was still busy tending to a guest, and you interrupted him actually working. Turning around, you briefly spotted the guest he’s been helping, and god—it was obvious by the look of your face that you had just embarrassed yourself into the next century.

“Sorry sir!” you apologized quickly, heat beginning to rush through your cheeks while you bowed for the hundredth time in the span of thirty seconds. Rather than making proper eye contact like any normal person would, your view was glued to the floor. “I honestly didn’t see you, and I know I should’ve, but—”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” he soon interrupted by providing reassurance. Once you heard a string of laughter from his end, you knew that he was understanding enough of the situation. “I get it.”

While you still couldn’t find the strength to really look him in the eye, you only returned with a sheepish laugh. It wasn’t every day you found yourself acting like a complete fool in front of a hotel guest (that was more of Seokjin’s speed in all honesty), so you didn’t exactly know how to fix the situation. Instead, you ended up sitting there in silence until Seokjin rescued the conversation.

“Alright!” he chimed in with the clasp of his hands, which was obviously your cue to slowly walk away. “You’re all checked in until the 31st, Mr. Kim. Let me grab your bags and take you to your suite.”

As you were about to leave, of course, you couldn’t go without embarrassing yourself one last time. Just as you were about to make a beeline towards the break room—also known as the place you were going to scream in—you managed to bump into this guest in full force.  

Looking up, you finally had the chance to take a good glimpse of the person in front of you. He was tall, muscular, with ash blond hair that was parted in the center. His almond eyes were practically gleaming behind his silver frames, and it paired well with the two dimples perfectly placed on each cheek.

In other words, he was gorgeous. And completely out of your league. Which is probably another reason why you were feeling flustered beyond belief at this very moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. It felt like a movie—with both of his hands gently placed on each of your arms to provide support, gentle eyes locked on yours. You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop, whether if it’s from being embarrassed or… swooned, even.

Swallowing thickly, you managed to let out a small “yeah,” before fixing your stance. He eventually let go, and the two of you were able to laugh it off for a little. “But are you okay, sir?”

“Didn’t even hurt,” he reassured, flashing that smile that accentuated his dimples really well. An open then was reached out as an offer. “You can call me Namjoon. Do you work here?”

But before you could even keep the conversation going, of course, Seokjin had to butt in. Literally. “Let me help you with that, Mr. Kim,” he urged with a friendly, yet painful smile as he walked in between you and Namjoon. He then reached down to pick up the leather suitcase that was sitting right beside the guest’s leg. Eventually, Namjoon had to retract his hand.

You took it as your cue to leave, so you excused yourself from the two without saying goodbye.

Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the break room to look at you quietly take a moment to freak out over what just happened. If Namjoon wasn’t so good-looking and one hundred percent your type on paper, maybe you would’ve shrugged the interaction off by now. But you kept thinking over and over about how you were going to run into him again in one way or another—especially since he plans on staying at the hotel for over three weeks. All he had to do is walk into the hotel’s dining area to have dinner, and you’d be there. Not even as you off the job, but you in that stupid apron and chef’s hat.

Head dug into your arms as you leaned on the table, you tried to think of something—anything to get your mind off of what just happened. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to take your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your e-mails. The first thing that caught your attention was an opened one, the one you received from that psychic about your soulmate.

Your soulmate is a man who is hard-working and bright, he will constantly continue to prove that he can be trusted and counted on by your friends and family…

Your eyes continued to read through the reading the photo was attached to, which was oddly comforting. To know that there was someone out there who could potentially be everything you’re looking for.

He is understanding, forgiving and respectful, even when you sometimes make mistakes…

Deciding to skim through the rest of the reading, you opened up that picture once again. You couldn’t help but notice something you didn’t the first time you saw it, and that was the small details on his facial features. He has three beauty marks: one sitting on the bottom of his eye, on his cheek, and one placed perfectly on the tip of his nose. You could’ve sworn those weren’t there before.

“And I thought I was the one who’s always the embarrassment at work,” you heard the familiar voice barge inside the break room, which obviously belonged to Seokjin. He walked over to where you were sitting and rested his chin on the top of your head, arms dangling from each side of your shoulders. “Jesus Christ bubs, you were a mess out there.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you murmured grumpily, placing your phone back in your pocket. “Do you think he’s going to tell Mr. Im? I can’t be blacklisted from this place, I need my job.”

Seokjin only laughed. “Stop being so dramatic. He seems too nice to do that.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Plus, I’m eighty-five percent sure he was hitting on you.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you retorted while rolling your eyes. “As if he found my dirty uniform and the flour in my hair sexy.”

“You’re right, there’s nothing sexy about you,” he playfully joked back, which made you elbow him in the stomach. And all he did was laugh after. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Chef Seong making those pies for tonight’s desserts?”

You sighed, nodding your head in response. “I’m supposed to be bringing a shipment of mangoes in from the back. Are you on your break? Do you want to come help me?”

With your best friend agreeing to accompany you to your trip to get the mangoes, the two of you head out of the break room and towards the back entrance of the hotel. As you opened the door to go outside, you noticed that the truck was already parked in front, with a few boxes of mangoes neatly stacked on top of one another. So, you decided to get to work and grabbed the first two boxes you see.

“Are these all of it?” you heard Seokjin ask (possibly the driver of the truck). You couldn’t really see, because the boxes were obstructing your view.

“There’s two more left,” the other person, who sounded like a man, replied. “Let me get those out.”

You made about two rounds in and out of the hotel before all of the boxes outside were brought in. Seokjin had to do the absolutely most as usual bringing way more boxes in than he could carry, and while he tried to play it cool as much as possible, you could tell he was struggling. His trembling arms were a clear tell that he could drop everything at given moment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” you asked him, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling inside you.

“Does it look like I need your help?” Seokjin scoffed, which only made it harder to keep your laughter in. He couldn’t even look at you as he tried walking inside, because he was far too concentrated in keeping all of the mangoes inside these boxes. “Go away, you’re distracting me and my strength.”

As he continued to carry the boxes inside, you watched a couple of mangoes fall out and roll on the ground in front of you. He didn’t even seem to notice, because he kept walking. You only shook your head before bending down to quickly pick them up before they get too dirty.

Assuming that you’ve picked everything off the ground, you stood up and tried to catch up to Seokjin, who was already by the door. But rather than joining him, you were stopped. “Excuse me, miss!” you heard the foreign voice enter your ears. “You forgot these!”

You turned around to grab the mangoes out of the driver’s hands. “Thank you,” you replied with a soft smile. “Sorry about my friend, he’s—”

When you looked up to meet his gaze, it was as if what you were about to say next was thrown at the window. The person standing in front of you looked familiar. Even with the brim of his large straw hat hovering over his eyes, you could clearly see the prominent beauty marks on his features that resembled the ones of your soulmate in that one drawing.

It was him. It had to be.

[porschekittisawasds]

simply cannot believe i made a supernatural fic rec list in the year 2020 but here we are

When Worlds Collide

When Zachariah dies, the illusions he’s created die with him.  But before they collapse completely, sometimes they collide. That’s how Castiel goes from cradling Dean Winchester’s broken body one moment, to finding himself face to face with Dean Smith in the next.

note: basically endverse!cas’s world collapses right after endverse!dean is killed by lucifer and he gets thrown into the it’s a terrible life verse. drama and love and a whole lot of fuckery ensue. it’s tagged as major character death but it’s not really

Broadway Musical

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

note: an AU where dean and jo are destined to fall in love and have two sons who will bring on the apocalypse and be the vessels for michael and lucifer. only problem is cupid’s arrows don’t make them fall in love with each other and heaven promptly starts freaking the fuck out so cas slips into a vessel and tries to do some matchmaking to get the whole end of the world thing back on track. it’s tagged as unrepentant crack and that pretty much sums it up, but it’s also a very funny and enjoyable read

a turn of the earth

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

note: listen i LOVE a good time travel fic

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (accidentally) raised each other (and Sam)

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean's angel rather sooner than intended.

note: after lucifer stabs gabriel in hammer of the gods, gabriel uses his very last bit of grace to travel back to the beginning of time and decree castiel the angel of thursdays and dean winchester. fast forward a few eons and castiel hears mary’s dying cry. he shows up too late to save her, but he decides that a human life is very short in the grand scheme of things so he can play guardian angel to dean (and by extension sam) while also fulfilling his duties to heaven. not only is this pretty much my favorite supernatural fic, it’s also one of my favorite fics in general

The Shattered One

When it struck Castiel, he was in mid-flight. It dropped him out of the sky like a sparrow buffeted by gale-force winds. Castiel set down the first place he could find. He ended up standing in a field in Switzerland, swaying on his feet and staring down at his body, dazed by what it had just done.

note: okay so listen. this is tagged as mpreg but that’s kind of a stretch imo. it’s not like... mpreg mpreg in the sense that it deals with angel reproduction and has nothing to do with sex or pregnancy. angel reproduction goes like this: a section of an angel’s grace will suddenly and randomly break off and begin to grow on it’s own. after a certain period of time, another angel has to offer a piece of their grace and the two pieces will combine to form a new angel. that new angel is a fully developed, fully functional angel and is considered a new brother/sister instead of an offspring.

cas’s grace shatters which means he’s fucked because this takes place in season 5 after he’s defied heaven. no other angel will offer up a piece of their grace so his own is basically going to rip itself apart, killing him in the process. when dean and sam find out cas is going to die, dean offers up part of his soul in place of another angel’s grace. what results is a new angel that has just enough human in it that it takes the shape of a human baby and sends pretty much all of their lives into a tailspin.

ALSO just a heads up this is definitely more pre-destiel despite the relationship tag. there’s a sequel where im pretty sure they do get together but i haven’t read it so i cant’s say for sure.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous

When his partner Uriel, betrays him, Federal Agent Castiel Novak is saved from becoming a ritual sacrifice by brothers Dean and Sam Winchester.

note: FBI!cas gets thrown headfirst into the supernatural. tagged as major character death, but again it’s not really

My Roots Take Flight

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

note: season 4 au where dean is an angel and cas is a human except it’s way more complicated than that

Peace and Good Luck To All Men

Christmas in the Milton household was difficult enough without the added complication of guests- and if Luke and Gabriel placing bets on who can get with Sam first wasn’t bad enough, then Cas developing a ridiculous crush on his sister’s boyfriend definitely is. 

note: the one where michael, lucifer luke, gabriel, anna and cas are all human siblings but michael and lucifer luke are still trying to kill each other, gabriel is still Like That and cas is still super into dean which is pretty inconvenient considering he’s with anna.

Asunder

Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Matthew 19:6) 

note: it’s been a very long time since i read this, but from what i remember it’s an AU where they’re all human and dean brings his friend/co-worker cas as his “date” to sam and ruby’s wedding for moral support. when sam was in college, he met ruby and they started using drugs together. after several failed attempts at helping him get clean, dean eventually cut sam off and it’s been years since they’ve spoken. even though sam and ruby are now both sober, dean blames ruby for everything that happened and the only reason he’s even going to the wedding is because bobby and ellen basically force him to. again, it’s been years and years since i read this so i can’t remember a lot of the details, but i do know that despite this being a dean/cas fic a lot of the focus is dean rebuilding his relationship with sam and that’s what i remember really liking about it.

Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered

Death brings Sam back — sort of.

note: a general fic involving only sam and dean. sam’s soul is so damaged from its time in the cage that when death brings it back, it shatters into pieces and so does sam. like literally. there’s four different sams now, each representing a distinctive part of his personality. sounds cracky but it’s actually surprisingly angsty and focuses on how the sams and dean are adjusting to their new reality and each other

Point Pleasant

(okay so this fic was deleted but i’m putting in on here anyway because the author has since turned it into a novel and had it published. im sure old pdfs of the fic are floating around but i highly recommend reading the novel version. if you know it was based on a destiel fic then it’s really easy to see those influences in the writing and the characters but it can stand up on it’s own. also!!!! it has pretty much the coolest take on the mothman’s origin story that i’ve ever heard.)

Ben Wisehart (Dean Winchester) grew up in the idyllic town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. An early encounter with the supernatural shaped his worldview and served as the catalyst for his career as a bestselling horror writer. Thirteen years after abandoning his home, Ben returns to the town to investigate the apparent reemergence of the terrifying creature responsible for his childhood nightmares. In Point Pleasant, Ben is confronted not only by the town’s resident monster, the Mothman, but also by his former best friend, Sheriff Nicholas Nolan (Cas Novak). Together, Ben and Nicholas (Dean and Cas) uncover the mystery of the monster in the woods and discover that the ghosts that haunt us are sometimes made of flesh and blood. And sometimes, they lead us home.

Sympathy for the Devil (and Dean Winchester)

this is not so much a rec as it is a request.

basically an au version of season 5 (and kind of the whole series really). when god cast lucifer out of heaven, he tore out his grace. lucifer’s grace was put into the cage, but lucifer himself fell to earth and spent thousands and thousands of years reincarnating as a human. his latest reincarnation? dean winchester. so when sam opens the cage, lucifer’s grace is released and dean realizes that he’s lucifer. part of him still kind of wants to start the apocalypse but the other part of him has a whole new appreciation for humanity considering he now remembers every human life he’s ever lived. it’s made more complicated by the fact that dean (/lucifer) doesn’t really want to tell anyone that he’s apparently the devil so he has to keep his now angel status on the dl and also because despite heaven wanting the apocalypse to start, michael went missing from heaven shortly after lucifer was cast out and no one has any idea where he’s at.

this fic was deleted, but if anyone happens to have a pdf copy let me know. i would be highly appreciative!

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the memory of what we would become // Charlotte&Lola

Summary: High School AU But As Adults. Winter 1997. Charlotte, one year shy of 30, has come back from jet-setting around the world as Rolling Stone’s international correspondent for Christmas, and decides to stop in at Lola and her father Leo’s diner.

A/N: 3749 words. WTF this wasn’t meant to be this long. File this under; things that will not make sense since I haven’t published the actual High School AU. so for reference, in the HS AU Lola’s dad doesn’t die, instead he leaves her mother, takes lola to LA, and opens up a diner there. this is set 12 years after the actual HS AU. UNEDITED. @misscharlottelee @summersummerland THIS IS SO SAPPY IM DYING

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The walls of Leo’s had changed colours several times over the years, and the latest was a serene lilac. Charlotte steps in, out of the cold, out of the snow, pulling off her scarf and gloves in the sudden warmth of the heated seating area; it’s a relatively slow day, at least for Leo’s, so it’s still bustling with activity. It had been over a decade since Leo’s had opened, and slowly but surely it had turned into something of a landmark of their little suburb as word of it’s reputation spread along the coast, and then through the nation, with bands like Motley Crue, stars like Keanu Reeves and Peach Perry, mentioning it in interviews, and even a certain Rolling Stone writer bringing it up occasionally in articles. Despite it’s popularity, it had retained it’s heart, clearly, as a teenager greets Charlotte, a kid with too many piercings and no eyebrows, smiling all kinds of bright in a way that most probably wouldn’t expect from such an boy who looked so alternative. 

“Welcome to Leo’s, was it just yourself today, or will others be joining you?” He asks, and Charlotte gives a warm smile at the familiar greeting.

“Just me; do you know if Lola’s in?” She asks, and for a moment, the kid hesitates, and looks over his shoulder. 

“Lola?” He calls, and through the familiar window into the kitchen, Charlotte sees Lola, hair short and eyes bright, look up expectantly. Her whole face lights up at the sight of Charlotte in the entryway.

“Charlie!” She exclaims, and the kid visibly relaxed, nodding to Charlotte, affirming what they both already knew, “Nathan, can you take these burgers to Roan and his sons? Charlie’s an old friend,” Lola calls out to the boy, who zips away, picking up the plates of burgers as Lola put them up to be collected.

“Is that Charlie?” From the back of the kitchen, Charlotte hears Leo call, and after a moment, she also sees his head pop out of the walk-in refrigerator as she approaches the counter. From somewhere further in the refrigerator, out of sight, she hears a faint, child-like, ‘Auntie Charlie?’ followed by Leo disappearing again, though she could still hear him; “yeah, buddy, Auntie Charlie!”

“Hi Leo! Good to see you!” Charlotte calls out, and sits as at the counter as Lola bustles out from the kitchen and around the counter to wrap her friend up in a hug. It’s been months since the girls have seen each other, and to walk into the diner, so familiar and warm, smelling like herbs and spices, to hear the food cooking and the music playing, it felt like coming home.

“Charlie, look at you, you’re so grown up!” Lola holds Charlotte at arm’s length, giving her an approving look over, which she does every time Charlotte comes back to town since they’d both graduated college, like they’re not still the same age, that being almost thirty. Charlotte rolls her eyes with a good natured smirk, brushing off Lola’s smirk as she tucks her gloves and scarf into her purse, “where’d you fly in from this time, Miss Jet-Setter?” Lola’s grinning from ear to ear, moving back behind the counter to start on a milkshake for Charlotte without her even needing to ask. 

“Australia,” Charlotte settles into one of the stools by the counter, beaming with pride, “wrote a piece on this rock band, Silverchair, only sixteen, can you believe that?” 

“Tommy was sixteen when Motley first got together,” Lola pointed out, to which Charlotte’s grin turned soft and nostalgic.

“Yeah, but they didn’t make it big for a few years,” she reminded, “but Lola, you and Leo would love them, salt of the Earth kind of boys; actually, you might have heard some of their stuff, they were kind of big here too, Tomorrow? Their album’s called Frogstomp.”

“Dad,” Lola calls over her shoulder, “have we played any Silverchair? Frogstomp? Song called Tomorrow?” After a moment, Leo emerges from the freezer with a small, dark-haired child balanced on his hip.

“I think I’ve heard of them, maybe on the radio? Should be play them; what do you think, Charlie, you’re the expert here?” And his smile is so bright, so familiar, that it hits Charlotte square in the chest; he’s still so tall, broad, and intimidating, but his smile offsets it all, kind and gentle, and when she sees he’s wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt -

“Hi, Auntie Charlie!” The kid on his hip, who looks to be about five years old, is waving broadly to her, beaming.

“Fuckin’ love Silverchair,” says a girl with bright green hair from where she was watching burger patties cook on the grill, not even turning around, hip cocked and spatula in hand.

“They are very good,” Charlotte agrees with the girl, before waving back to the kid, grinning just as broadly, “hi Mal!” Much to the kid’s delight. 

Both Lola and Leo grin, talking about how they’d have to look into the band. Leo takes a moment to look over the various people in his kitchen cooking and preparing meals, more than Charlotte thinks she’s ever seen, but it makes sense seeing as how the demand has risen. But then he’s joining Lola by the counter, putting the child down and stepping around to wrap Charlotte up in a hug.

“Sorry if I’m a bit frosty, Mal and I were putting away the produce, weren’t we buddy?” Stepping back, he grins at the child, who’s standing by the counter wearing a blinding, and also familiar smile, stepping up onto a stool that made him the perfect height to serve if he so chose.

“Tutu Leo says he’s gonna teach me the special spice mix for the patties soon,” the child, Mal, delights, and Lola puts Charlotte’s milkshake down, and ruffles the kid’s hair. 

Maleko Jr already looks like his namesake, and like his mother, but Charlotte would know Nikki’s green eyes anywhere, and there’s something about the bassist in the kid’s smile too, that has Charlotte’s heart warming at the sight. 

“Momma, can I have a milkshake too? A chocolate one?” The kid turns to Lola, wide-eyed and hopeful, and Lola gives a fond grin.

“I think so; it’s a special occasion, Auntie Charlie’s back. Do you want me to make it for you or -?” but before Lola can even suggest, Mal hops down from his stool and strides over to the milkshake equipment, claiming that he could do it himself, radiating pride. 

“Mal’s really starting to help out around here,” Lola says with pride of her own, her smile turning so adoring as she watches her son, “Since school’s on break, I told him he’s more than welcome to play with his friends or watch TV, but no, he just wants to listen to Motley records and help out Tutu Leo.”

“Lola your kid is a delight,” Charlotte all but wheezed, watching Mal focus intently as he tries to applying a chocolate sauce drizzle to the inside of his cup, the way they did when they made milkshakes here. Charlotte raises her voice just a little, “Mal, last time I was here, you were just handing out napkins, look at you now!”

“I was four then, Auntie Charlie,” Mal says with surprising seriousness as he puts his cup on the bench, and then drags his stool from the counter to the milkshake area, pulling the milk out of the fridge below the counter and climbing atop his stool, “I’m five now, I’m almost an adult.” He says it so matter-of-factly, in a tone that sounds so much like Nikki, that Charlotte has to stop herself from laughing, and from the endeared look on both Leo and Lola’s faces, this was the sort of thing he said often.

“He thinks once you turn ten you become an adult,” Lola whispers to Charlotte as clarification, and it does little to stop the endearment from blossoming in her chest. 

Around them, the staff still works, still moves and cooks and prepares, a well oiled machine, competent thanks to Leo and Lola’s tutelage, able to work well while giving Leo, Lola, and Mal, time with Charlotte. 

“How’s Razzle?” Leo asked amicably, changing the subject. Before Charlotte can answer, he quickly asks if she’d like anything from the pastry display, and Charlotte accepts a strawberry tart with thanks.

“He’s good, he’s at my parents’ house, sleeping off his jetlag; he spent the last week with me in Australia, so it’s been kind of a whirlwind for him,” she says with a gentle fondness. In the years since that fateful Junior year, so much had happened to all of them, and the development Razzle and Charlotte’s relationship was some of the most surprising. 

During their last year of high school, communication with Razzle was mostly via phone calls and letters, and despite trying their hand at long-distance, after a year, with his band’s growing success, and Charlotte’s growing academic demands as she finished school and started looking at colleges, they both decided that it wasn’t the right time.

After graduating, Charlotte managed to get a scholarship to study Journalism in New York, giving her room to breath, to think, to reinvent herself away from her family and all the pressure and drama that came with her. It had been hard at first, especially being so far from her friends and her cousin, but at least she had Eileen, the two of them sharing a shoebox apartment in the city, studying side by side. 

So Charlotte had her fair share of flings and hookups through her first year of college, boyfriends and one night stands and things that were sort of in the middle, still talking often with Razzle as friends, but nothing ever seemed to stick. In her second year of college, when presented with the opportunity to study abroad, she took it, heading to the UK with an ulterior motive. 

They’d needed the time apart, to grow as people and as friends, but the moment Charlotte steps off the plane, and Razzle’s waiting with her name on a sign, a bunch of flowers, and a bright smile, Charlotte knew she was still absolutely gone for him.

They’d been more or less together for the better part of a decade, with Charlotte often joining Hanoi’s tours, or Razzle following Charlotte to wherever Rolling Stone had sent her since she’d become their foreign correspondent in 1994. Both were now well versed in being understanding, with such hectic and conflicting schedules, but when they’re together, Charlotte can’t help but feel seventeen again, falling in love with him all over again, and she knows he feels the same. 

“Australia, that’s on my bucket list,” Leo mused from where he had been wrapping napkins around knives and forks, and putting them neatly in a basket.

“Oh, you’d love it,” Charlotte enthuses, “if you ever want to expand your business, I think it’d be a hit down under.”

“It becomes a chain, but only with a store here, and one in Australia,” Leo snorts a laugh at the idea, though it’s amused rather than derisive, before he brushes the thought aside, “nah, I think with the diner as big as it is, and being in talks with the pub, that’s all I want.” He says with a fond grin, though that second part was news to Charlotte.

“The Kings’?” Charlotte says with interest, looking over her shoulder at the now rather tired-looking pub across the road. 

“The owners are looking at selling it,” Lola says tentatively, looking to her father who wore a small smile, giving a nod of confirmation, “since we started started selling merchandise, we’ve been pulling a little bit more of a profit than usual, which, you know, that’s not what’s important, but I was kind of interested in buying the pub.”

“Oh shit,” Charlotte muttered, “you’re talking about me being all grown up, Lo, you guys are buying a pub?”

Behind Lola, Mal had thoroughly mixed his milkshake, and took the cup off of the mixer, putting a bright, paper straw into it and carrying it around the counter to sit himself next to Charlotte as they all spoke. 

“It’s not finalized yet, but hopefully in the new year some time.” She sounds so fucking proud, and for a moment, Charlotte barely recognizes her from the girl she’d met twelve years ago, the standoffish, closed off, new kid at school. It was strange, knowing that the girl she’d first met reading a porno mag in the beer garden across the road, had a Masters in Business Administration, and was successfully running the business side of her family’s restaurant. Without sacrificing the quality, cheap price, or heart of Leo’s, Lola had taken over the the successful business, and helped it to thrive. 

“That’s so exciting!” Charlotte’s eyes shone brightly as she leaned on the counter, beaming at her old friend, “and how’s Nikki; I heard Motley’s last tour went well, is he back yet?” 

“He’s actually due back from the studio any minute,” Lola grins, “I wish I would have known you were coming, he could have brought the band.”

“It’s no worry, I mean we’re all coming for lunch on Saturday, right? After Eileen and Keanu fly in -?”

Mal made a noise of protest as Leo bent all the way over the counter and angled to take a sip of his milkshake.

“Sorry Mal, usually they’re a hundred, million dollars, but I will settle for one sip,” Leo told him, and Mal clicked his tongue, shaking his head in a way that looked so much like Lola.

“They’re four dollars, Tutu, it says on the menu, but you can have a sip because I love you,” he said, with an uncompromising sincerity as he angled the cup and straw to his grandfather. Leo’s expression melted to adoration, thanking the boy as he took a small sip, while both Lola and Charlotte looked on in awe as they watched the exchange. 

“How did me and your dad ever make something half as sweet as you?” Lola cooed, and Mal gave her a toothy grin in response, before joyfully slurping down his milkshake. As if on cue, the door to the diner opened, and Nikki Sixx himself stepped in, shivering from the cold.

“Hey Nikki,” Nathan, the boy by the door, says with an easy familiarity, not even bothering to ask if he wanted a table, and Nikki greeted him kindly in turn, while greetings from other nearby staff were also offered to the newcomer. Leo offered a wave and a greeting, but his name was called from the kitchen and he followed the call quickly.

“Dad!” Mal yelled at the top of his little lungs, jumping from his stool and leaving his milkshake forgotten, to practically tackle the bassist who had just arrived. Nikki picks him up with ease, swinging him around before wrapping him up in a hug, making his way to the counter where Lola had taken a sip of her son’s milkshake, and Charlotte had watched the encounter with delight. 

“Charlie Lee-Dingley,” Nikki smiled warmly at her, carrying his son over, who was hugging his father tightly, face hidden in the mess of Nikki’s black hair, “it’s good to see you, how long ago did you get in?”

“Like three hours ago,” Charlie laughed, honest, and his eyebrows rose as he moved behind the counter to press a kiss to Lola’s temple in greeting. Mal, in his arms, surfaces only to take his milkshake out of his mother’s hands, content enough to just be quiet and drink, tucked up against his father. Like this, they make a strangely picture-perfect family, and Charlotte’s heart warms at the sight. “Razzle’s sleeping off his jetlag at my parents’ place; how’s the new album coming along?”

“Apart from Vince walking out on us like a -” he hesitates for a moment, gaze flicking to his young son, “- dweeb,” he settles on, “we’re great, actually our new singer, John, he’s fantastic.”

“So Vince is really out for good?” Charlotte asks, and has to hold herself back from pulling out a notebook, journalistic instincts kicking in at the hint of a scoop in her field. But these are her friends, so she restrains herself.

“He’s being -” again he hesitates, which Charlotte finds strange considering Lola swearing with seemingly no consideration for her son earlier, “not nice, and his priorities weren’t with the band; it was for the best.” He concedes, and then puts Mal down when the kid starts wriggling, following after Leo into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry, am I allowed to swear in front of him?” Charlotte asks, lowering her voice, and both Nikki and Lola grinned.

“Yeah, of course, we want Mal to know that swearing’s just words, so we’re okay with it, but we just try and keep from using language about other people that’s too harsh around him, like Vince is still a good Uncle to the kid, we don’t want him to think negatively about his family just ‘cos of business stuff, you know,” Nikki explains, and oh what the fuck, when did they become so reasonable. 

“Of course,” Charlotte nods in understanding, before asking, “so is Vince coming to lunch on Saturday or...?”

“Between the band stuff and People Magazine telling the whole world that Peach is expecting a kid with that 90210 actor she left him for? Probably not,” Lola snickered, “but he gave me a call the other day and said he’s going to stop in and give Mal his Christmas gift while the band is at the studio some time next week.”

“He’s so fucking petty,” Nikki hissed, rolling his eyes. Lola wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a side-hug as a show of support, still so short next to him, like she had been ever since the end of high school. She bounces up on her toes and kisses Nikki’s cheek where he’s scowling.

“It’s cute that he got Mal a gift,” Charlotte points out, which Nikki begrudgingly agrees. Despite the fact that neither Lola nor her father celebrated Christmas, Nikki was raised to, and so were most of the kid’s not-technically-related family, like the Lees, the Austens, and the Neils, and Lola was more than happy to participate, in part, for the people she loved. 

Lola and Leo did a lot for the people they loved, in their own way, and the diner was a testament to that. There were photos and articles all over the walls, posters, magazine covers, CDs on shelves, all of the bands, the people, the places, or the things they loved. There’s a wall that’s just covered in polaroids of everyone who’s ever worked here, photos of people who have become friends of Leo and Lola’s, the covers of Leo’s favorite albums spanning back through the decades, articles with glowing reviews of the diner, and three photos of Lola from her three different graduations; high school, her Bachelor’s, and her Master’s.

The first Summer Charlotte had returned after being hired by Rolling Stone, she’d come to see her first article up on the wall of Leo’s, right beside the photo he’d taken of them all from after their Junior prom, when they’d all come back to Leo’s to celebrate the night, and themselves; all of Motley Crue, Charlotte with Razzle, Lola, Peach, Eileen, even Keanu was there, beaming with his arm around Eileen’s shoulders. Now, when she looks to that photo, she not only sees her first article beside it, but she sees the one she wrote on Motley Crue, which she’d had them include in the actual printed article, a scanned image of the badge Lola had hand made for her at 17, black construction paper cut into a star that said ‘Punched Nikki Sixx’ in silver pen. There’s reviews for the movies that Keanu’s been in, TV shows Peach has been a part of, a New York Times article about a big case Eileen had won, and her business card, as well as the CD booklet that had come with the first Hanoi Rocks album, and a signed Motley Crue poster above it all. It was close to a shrine, a dedication to the people who mattered to Leo and Lola, a reminder that no matter how far they all went, they could still call the diner home. 

Charlotte doesn’t look at it for too long, or else she knows she’ll start crying.

By the time Charlotte looks away from the wall, Nikki’s moved into the kitchen, put his hair up like she remembers him doing so many times before, back when he’d worked here in high school, and he’s chattering away to Leo about how the album’s coming along as they’re preparing dishes. Lola’s serving someone at the counter, and Mal’s standing beside her on his stool, diligently counting the money the customer’s given before handing it over to his mother to cash. 

Charlotte recognizes it when Home Sweet Home starts playing around the same time Mal seems to, his whole little face lighting up, and he looks like he wants to call out to Nikki, but when he sees his father focused and working away in the kitchen, he stays quiet. But he sees Charlotte, and he trots over to her, bringing his stool, and standing across from her. 

“Do you know this song?” He asks, seriously.

“Of course I do! My cousin and your dad wrote it!” She grinned, and Mal nodded, beaming, “you know, they started writing this when they visited me with your mom, because I was living very far away.” She tells him, “and I couldn’t come home, and it was pretty sad for all of us.”

“Why couldn’t you come home?” Mal asked, his little face all concerned.

“Because I was at school, and it was very important to me.”

“But you came back,” Mal frowned a moment, looking to his mother, and then over his shoulder at his father and grandfather, “because they came back, you didn’t all stay there.” It’s not a question; obviously Charlotte was here, he was just trying to wrap his mind around it.

“Yes, I came home; I always come home.”

“To Leo’s,” like it’s the only real answer, which, to him, who lived above the diner, it was. But as Charlotte considered, she let herself smile, let herself agree.

“Home to Leo’s.”

[corymulpepper]

Cory Mulpepper Intro

☆ CORY MULPEPPER —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 13 August, 1960  ★ BLOOD STATUS / Half-blood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Sophie Simnett

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Cork Wizarding School, class of 1978 ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Natural sciences degree, Potions cohort ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Hufflepuff, second year

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ It had been established in 1106 and not much had changed in ways of Mr Mulpepper’s Apothecary except for its staff throughout the years. It stayed within the family and eventually reached the hands of Nikolas Mulpepper, an English botanist and potioneer, in the year of 1949. Outraged by the fellow apothecaries that littered the wizarding world, Nikolas condemned them all for their greed and their use of harmful practices. Since then, Mr Mulpepper’s Apothecary has been the most affordable apothecary to shop, with constant deals on cleaning solutions and performative draughts. And it’s no secret Nikolas is one to barter if a patron cannot afford the remedies they so dearly need. The shop has almost gone bankrupt multiple times and while Nikolas may pay the ultimate price by having to shut down his family’s century old shop, he would never go back on his ways. He’s always been loyal to the customer and have taught his two daughters the very same. It should come as no surprise that they’ve made a formal announcement -- that they do not approve of Selwyn’s squib vaccine.

★ Lydia, Nikolas’ wife, was born a squib. It positively broke his heart when the love of his life was unable to see her twin daughters start showing signs of magic themselves. But as Lydia had had a difficult upbringing because of her status in the wizarding world, Nikolas was just happy she’d finally found her peace. He told nothing but wonderful tales of his beautiful wife as bedtime stories to their daughters, who looked more and more like Lydia as the days passed by.

★ Born only minutes apart, it was safe to say the girls were inseparable from day one. This never, not once, got in the way of their individuality. Where one was brushing their teeth, the other one was using her toothbrush on the family dog’s teeth. Where one was doing arts and crafts, the other was using their scissors to give herself a new haircut. Two different sides of the same coin, essentially. They really became individuals upon attending Cork Wizardy College. They still shared a room, which wasn’t so different, until they began meeting friends of their own and attending different social gatherings. One would go to group palm readings, while the other went for live music shows. Even as time passed and distance began leaving its toll, the girls would still get together once a week with their favorite sweets and catch up on what boys or girls they were kissing.

★ Cory, the loud mouth she could be, was not placed into Gryffindor upon arriving at Hogwarts. But her quieter sister, Colleen, was, while she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Cory carried a chip on her shoulder about that one for a long time coming, wanting to be sorted where their father had gone. Where she’d idolized half her life. But no, Colleen got in where Cory hadn’t. Their weekly meetings were soon diminished, Cory saying she was too busy with the workload to catch up on any gossip. The most they spoke now were holidays back at home, where they put on a show for their father. To be perfectly clear, this wasn’t something Colleen had ever wanted, but for most of her life just like in birth, she followed Cory, Cory’s wants, Cory’s needs. They came first.

★ Cory usually spends her time half-assing a dozen things; painting, riding her skateboard, her school work in potions. But when it came to quidditch, she put in 110%. But as much as she put into the game, Cory rarely saw positive results coming back. In Primary, she’d gotten ejected from two games in row, which ultimately got her kicked off the team. She’d been too aggressive (and broken more bones than anyone) and needed to turn a new leaf, but when she had, upon joining Hufflepuff’s team, her efforts once again went unnoticed. This time she was denied from a summer quidditch camp. It seemed no matter what route she rode, she never chose the right one at the right time. It didn’t help that she was playing with and against peers that simply outshined her on the field. Dawn Withey was going to be the talk of Hogwarts when she landed herself on a fancy, popular, professional quidditch team, while Cory just barely scratched the surface. Her cynicism didn’t stop her from trying, though. With her third year coming up and a possible captainship, more is on the line than ever.

★ Thankfully, growing up, the girls never had to rely on looking for summer jobs. Their pops let them open and close the store on weekends for extra money. Cory was sure she could’ve gotten extra school credit towards her potions work for working in an apothecary. She’d have to pull that card if her grades ever dropped, she decided. One afternoon, the shop was buzzing with Christmas crowds, and the next second everybody was fleeing the scene. The Menagerie next door had apparently caught fire, smoke now billowing over into Mr Mulpepper’s Apothecary. Now, Cory couldn’t see much of what was happening once smoke grew thicker, but she knew a man had entered the shop. The man turned his wand on Cory, throwing Cory aside and knocking her right out until black was all she saw. When she awoke, alone in the shop, she knew that he had escaped with something in the commotion of it all. Cory had planned on going through inventory herself, but an item as rare as this, Mr. Mulpepper knew it was gone the second he returned to his shop. He immediately owled the DMLE. Cory’s yet to come forward with her statement of that afternoon, hardly believing anything truly happened as it all happened so quickly. The nightmares about it haven’t stopped.

TRAITS

✓ challenging; individualistic; responsive  ✗ critical; self-conscious; reactive

extra shit

cory is on hufflepuff’s quidditch team, as a seeker! this is the one thing she never slacks off with and is always on time for. and im sure gives people a hard time if they’re not picking up the slack dlsfjasjf and it’s like SHUT UP CORY, YOU’RE NOT THE CAPTAIN. so any hufflepuff team connects hmu.

has a twiiin name colleen. cory is the “older” one. colleen’s gonna be an open bio if anyone has an itch 2 get silly wit me 

is Dramatic af

is not totally full of hufflepuff pride and maybe gets points taken away every so often? oops. 19 years old and still actin’ up.

her about page is here 

listens to a LOT of music. a lot of underground bands that people havent heard of allll the waaay to the huge names like rolling stones and the who. she’s never been to an actual, huge concert venue with a big band headlining. she’s only seen smaller shows here and there. despite that, doesnt own a whole lot of vinyl. cuz she really prefers the live experience better.

she would love a skateboard riding buddy for when the weather’s nicer!! and she paints only landscapes and oceans cuz she sucks at pretty much everything besides that. and always knows where the best party is happening. probably cant wait to have a low street house next year to throw her own parties.

opinionated for the fact that she just loves to hear herself talking

hmu for any relationships!! friendships, she is prone to enemies with her big mouth, she is bisexual AF so anything there, just anythaaaang <3

hmu for threads! it’s kinda a busy time so i get that <3 if not let’s plan stuff for when they get back to school :’ ) ty xoxo

[combat-wombatus]

uHm if you do these and if you want to do it I’d love a bnha matchup <3?

• my name is Aubri, I’m bi but prefer MHA boys tbh. I go by she/her, too.

• I’m a very Gryffindor person. (Sorry if you don’t know Harry Potter - 😖)

• I’m a June cancer, and I have ADHD and anxiety. My anxiety can be literally crippling somedays, but it’s gotten better overtime.

• I’m a bit of a class clown and usually just a clown 🤡 but that’s irrelevant. My teachers all hate me but like school-wise I do well so we have a love and mostly hate relationship 🤧

• I’m usually the ‘entertaining’ friend, in elementary the popular kids would invite me to play games with them because, “you’re funny” and it was like the biggest achievement ever 😭👍🏻 then they’d ignore me but that’s another therapy session

• I’m usually made fun of by people for being ‘weird’ and ‘insane’. Like all through elementary everyone thought I’d be a criminal when I grew up JUST BECAUSE I HAD UNDIAGNOSED ADHD - I hate it here 😐🦶🏻

• I’ve always been super into crime stories/true crime (where my anxiety comes from, I’m always worried about a pesky serial killer just killing me. It’s usually being kidnapped tho lmao) so I knew and still know like all these murder facts and sometimes I’d just randomly be like;

“Hey did you know it takes 12 hours and 2 days to dissolve a body in acid?”

or

“If you bury a dead deer over a dead body you buried deep in the ground, when police dogs sniff it and people dig they’ll just think it was the deer and won’t dig any farther.”

• So maybe people had a reason to be scared of me and think I’ll be a criminal someday, i dunno.

• I love love love reading and writing, and also debating. The things I’ve wanted to be when I grow up are basically: Dog shelter worker, actress, FBI agent, politician, and a writer. But usually I just want to do something that makes a positive impact on people. Like i wanted to be an FBI agent to solve crimes for people. I wanted to be a politican so I could actually help a lot of people. The entertainment industry also seemed like a way to make people happy. Idk, but then I decided I couldn’t be a politican at 10 because they were all corrupt and to be one I would have to be too. 😫🤌🏻 we love some good childhood angst

• the only subjects I’ve ever excelled at are ELA and Social Studies aka History, and Math I can’t do to save my life. ELA comes easy for me and I usually don’t have to work that hard and/or get too stressed over it. But I always get the meanest teachers for some reason. For example, one time I did my final essay for like 30% of my grade in 30 minutes the day it was due and I got an A+ 🦟🦗🦟🦗

• Uhhh id describe myself as a pretty loyal friend, I’m a ride or die type of girl. A story from my childhood that summarizes it pretty well is when I was in 2nd grade my friend wet her pants and she didn’t want to go to the nurse for it alone so I peed my pants so I could go with her and she wouldn’t have to be alone. Like, you know, a professional problem solver

• and I have genuinely attacked people for fucking with my friends but don’t snitch pls 🕳🏃‍♀️💨

• But also just anyone, people at my school tend to come to me with their problems for me to either help solve them by reasoning, or just to confront the other person like the bad bleep I am 😈😈

• I also have a huge daydreaming problem, it’s literally maladaptive daydreaming. So paired with my ADHD I don’t get shit done like ever.

• I have really high empathy levels I guess, like I always say hi to everyone I see on the street, especially if they look sad 😔 I’ve done it ever since I was a little kiddo.

• My fashion sense is very much a preppy/alt style. I wear those ripped tights and fishnets, I also have the MOST BIZARRE JEWELRY- like who allowed me to buy the gummy worm glittery earrings, hmmm???????? and those Mary Janes???????

• But I love crew necks and pleated skirts so I always obide by the National “hoes dont get cold” policy 🇺🇸😫🦅

• I wanna move somewhere someday, I don’t want to stay in America for very long

• I can speak Latin, French, and my native language which is English.

• My music taste varies, but my all-time favorite artists who all of their music they’ve ever put out has been my favorites are, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, and Conan Gray.

• I no-joke have a sign in my front yard that says;

In ✍️ this ✍️ house we ✍️ don’t ✍️ worship Jesus ✍️ but instead ✍️ Melanie ✍️ Martinez

• My favorite shows are MHA (duh), The Promised Neverland, and Malcolm in The Middle.

• and I’m not going to tell you what I prefer in a partner, because that ruins the fun 😤

• but I will say I cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t really make me laugh. Like I’m used to doing most of the talking in convos but if you’re just boring I’m sorry it’s nothing personal but no thanks 😐✌🏻

• About my physical appearance, I have fluffy n curly brown hair, but when it’s in the sunlight it looks sort of brown but golden yk?? It’s shoulder length :) I have bleach blonde streaks in the front. I like wearing eyeliner most days, too. I’m pretty average size/ on the skinnier side. Kinda high key inscure abt my body bc I got flat shamed in elementary EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TIDDIES NOW- whatever 😤🙄. I also have crystal type blue eyes, and I do have fairly big eyes. But, like, not weirdly big. A good big. My cheekbones are ALWAYS PRESENT so sometimes I get called a Tim Burton character but it’s cool ig ☠️☠️ oh and I’m kinda short. I’m 5’3, even though my doctor said I’d be 5’7. I feel like I was either tricked by the doctor or someone just stole my destined height while I was asleep. It’s probably cause I didn’t keep an eye out for Selener 👁 😔😔

• I’m a definite night owl, like all of my energy comes at night which really sucks cuz I can’t do much since everyone else is asleep.

• My love language is touch starved so I’ve never figured it out ✌🏻😗🔫

• but I am an attention whore so idk 😏

• I’m a huge introvert with social anxiety. It isn’t as bad as it used to be cuz I used to not be able to like go to restaurants but now I’m much better.

• I’m a huge history person, mostly like sad history LMFAO. Uh but a lot of my hyperfixations have been on history. Some examples are The Roman Empire, Julius Caesar himself, Anne Frank, The Titanic, the Black Plauge, Helen Keller, Marie Curie, Slavery in the US, Joan of Arc, and just a lot more. I always love talking about these things if someone would let me ramble to them but no one ever does 😖 it also got to a point where for all these subjects I’d go to the library and try to find a book on them but usually I’d either have already read it or I’d read it and know all the information.

• I’m super into Greek Mythology, I have 7 books filled with the stories, I’m going to Greece maybe this summer to see it’s history, and named my hamster Aphrodite but we call her Aphie. I also will talk about this forever and ever if you let me.

• My favorite color is yellow, my favorite food is literally nothing I never have an appetite, my favorite planet is Saturn, favorite song is Tag Your It by Melanie Martinez atm but it changes like everyday.

• Music is a huge safe-space for me if I’m feeling down or having a panic attack. It calms me down n is overall my coping mechanism 💃🏻💃🏻

• Biggest fear is spiders, even looking at one gives me a panic attack and I cannot sleep at all for that night, adding to my insomniac ass 🧎🏻‍♂️🏌️‍♀️

• I’m mature for my age, I don’t exactly like hanging around kids my age and I get along better with older crowds.

• i don’t like conventional dates, (I PROMISE IM NOT TRYING TO SOUND ‘QUIRKY’ AHAHA) I kind of like having a best-friend type partner more so dates that aren’t as romantic as like the movies or a fancy restaurant suite me better. My dream date is playing Monopoly on my bedroom floor 🦧

• Also I hate getting gifts. End of story. If someone gets me a gift like awe that’s nice but never again, I’d prefer to get you one. Especially in a romantic partner �� i keep a journal of my friends’ interests and hobbies so I can get them the perfect gifts for their bdays and Christmas’s. Been doing this ever since 4th grade.

• Though I don’t have much actual experience with relationships🧍🏻‍♀️

• I’m a huge believer in ‘family isn’t blood, it’s who you make it’ because I have a pretty shitty family life and my childhood has been trash. My friends are my family to me.

• Also if my friends don’t like my romantic partner ✨ GOODBYE ✨. Sorry girlie, bros before hoes 🦨💨

I was going to put more but I’m so so sorry for how LONG AND COMPLICATED THIS IS- idk if this is a autobiography or a matchup at this point 🤦‍♀️ don’t feel pressured to do this and if matchups aren’t open IM SO SO SORRY LMAO uh yeah ilysm 🦎🎂🧃

OMG ASLDFKJHASLKDJH

🥺 i’m so sorry bby but matchups are closed ;-; my 100 follower event was over while ago (i guess i should’ve specified that in the asks i answered LKSAJHFLKJAHDS SORRY IT’S MY BAD) but you sound so cool?? i had a lot of the same hyperfixations interests (heLLO helen keller was badass AF and the roman empire was messed up but still v cool, anne frank was awesome too) i also may or may not have wanted to be a politician when i was younger alskdjfhalkdhj but now i’m just 🧍🏻‍♀️ lost and anyways you’re amazing >.< love u lots and don’t forget to drink water and eat a lil something hehe :p 

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Future Management Chapter 10

A/N: Hi everybody! Thank you so so SO much for all your love for this story.  This is probably going to be the last chapter.  I know, but I’m thinking I might do another one shot or some headcannons? Maybe you guys can let me know what you think. Anyway! Love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade.  After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: I’ve written a lot of fluff in my day, but damn. This one may take the cake.    

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management)  Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7) Chapter 8 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189937325478/future-management-chapter-8) Chapter 9 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/190017663658/future-management-chapter-9)

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 ONE YEAR LATER-CHRISTMAS

“Mommy, can we open presents now?!” Eliza asked as soon as you walked through the door after Church.  The house mostly only had Christmas decorations left in it.  You had slowly started moving things to London over the past couple weeks. You’d officially be moving shortly after the first of the year.   

“No, Lovebug. We’ve got to call Daddy first.”

Eliza threw her head back, but waited for you to FaceTime Ben.  The two of you sat down on the couch.  

Ben answered, and it looked like he was driving a car.

“Good morning, loves,” Ben grinned at you.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy!”

“Merry Christmas, Birdie! Have you opened your presents yet?”

“No! Mommy said we had to call you!

Ben laughed at the annoyance in Eliza’s tone and in your face.

“Where are you?”

“On my way to Gran’s,” Ben smiled like he had a secret. “Can you wait about ten minutes, Liza? Gran would like to see it too.”

Eliza sighed dramatically.

“God, you’d think her parents were actors or something,” you stroked her hair as she rested her head on your shoulder.

“Why don’t you tell me about Grandma and Grandpa’s last night?” Ben asked.

Eliza started telling Ben about going to your mom and dad’s last night and it worked. She showed him some of the presents she had gotten and he showed her as much enthusiasm as he could. You loved that about him. No matter what Eliza showed him or told him, he made her think it was the best thing in the world.

You watched as Ben got out of the car and kept talking to Eliza.

“Just a couple more seconds, then you can open your presents, sweetheart.”

“Yay!”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You cocked an eyebrow and told Eliza to stay there. You walked over and opened the door to see...

“BEN!” You threw your arms around Ben and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You felt tears come to your eyes.

“DADDY!” You heard Eliza yell and come running towards you both. You both picked her up and Ben smothered her with kisses.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, wiping your eyes.

“I wanted to surprise my girls,” Ben responded with a soft smile.

“Daddy, I’m so happy you’re here! Merry Christmas!”

“Oh Happy Christmas, Birdie. Are you ready for presents?”

“YES!” Eliza wiggled out of your arms. You put her down and she ran away towards the presents.

You watched her before turning back to Ben.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

Ben pulled you into a kiss.

“Mommy! Daddy! PRESENTS!”

You pulled away and giggled.

“We better get in there before she tears the whole house apart.”

The two of you walked, hand in hand, to the living room so see Eliza sorting the presents.   

“Mommy! You have some too!”

“Thank you, sweetie,” you looked to Ben.  “Do you want a coffee or anything?  I can make it while she’s sorting.”  

“I’d love one, thank you,” Ben kissed your nose.  

You walked into the kitchen, your heart finally slowing down.  You were so excited to see him.  You and Ben had talked about him coming to New York for Christmas, but he had just started a new project and they needed him the day after (which would be about the time you would be celebrating).  You wanted to ask him, but figured you should let Eliza open her presents first.  

You walked into the living room with Ben’s coffee and handed it to him on the couch, you cuddled into his arms.  

“Daddy, all of yours are in London,” Eliza looked up at Ben with wide eyes.  “You don’t have any to open!”  She started looking at some of her boxes and placed some in front of him.  “Here, you can have some of mine.”  

Your heart swelled.  She was honestly the sweetest little girl you’d ever met.  You still weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky.  You had your daughter and the love of your life. There was nothing more you needed.

“Oh no, Birdie, you can have your presents.  I already opened mine with Gran a couple of days ago.”

Eliza gasped. “You got to open your presents early?! What about Santa?”

“He um…he knew that I was coming here so he dropped them off early,” Ben’s voice was slightly shaky.

“I didn’t know Santa would do that!”  

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.  

“Alright, Lovebug, why don’t you get started?”

Eliza started opening her presents and she was just as excited every time she opened one. You and Ben matched her eagerness with each one.  

Once she finished, she ran over and threw herself in your lap, hugging you.  

“Thank you, Mommy!”  She reached over and hugged Ben too.  “And you Daddy!  Thank you!”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“Now Mommy, your turn!” Eliza crawled into Ben’s lap and watched you.  

“Thank you, Liza,” you told her before picking up a package and opening it.  It was a candid picture of Eliza and Ben playing at the park on canvas.  Your eyes started swimming.  You knew you had asked for pictures, but this was more than you had thought you would get.

“Mommy, why are you crying?  Do you not like it?” Eliza’s voice was quiet, like it was when she thought she might be in trouble.

You smiled at her and shook your head.  “I love it, baby.  Thank you so so much.”  You leaned over and kissed her forehead.  

“Daddy and Unkie Gil helped!”  

You smiled at Ben.  “I’m sure they did,” you kissed Ben’s cheek.  “Thank you.”  

“Yay! Daddy said you would like it.”  

You opened the rest of your gifts and loved each of them.  Eliza had painted you a coffee mug with a heart on one side and ‘Mommy’ on the other.  

“Grandma helped me!”  

“Well thank you, Lovebug.”  

“You’re welcome!  I think that’s all your presents, Mommy.”

“And they were all…”

“Hold on, Birdie.  I think I see one more in the tree,” Ben glanced at the tree,

You squinted at it and saw there was something there.  How had you not noticed that?  

Eliza stood up and plucked the small box out of the tree.  

“There’s no name!”

“Bring it over here, honey,” you told her with a glanced at Ben.  You noticed he was fidgeting his hands and bouncing one of his legs.  

“I’ll take it, Birdie,” Ben’s voice had that same shaky tone when he’d mentioned Santa.

Eliza brought the box over and handed it to Ben before sitting between the two of you.  

“What is it, Daddy?”  

“Well, sweetheart,” Ben cleared his throat.  His eyes flickered to you before meeting Eliza’s again.  “I’ve been thinking for a while now. You know that you and Mummy are going to come to London to live with Daddy?”

“Yeah! And Frankie!”  

Ben chuckled. “Yes, and Frankie.  And you know that Mummy and Daddy love each other?”  

Eliza nodded.

“And,” Ben cleared his throat again.  “Well, Daddy’s been thinking that…well, maybe,” Ben looked at you.  

You finally put everything together and your brain suddenly felt fuzzy.  

“Ben?” you breathed out.  

Ben stood up, opened the box, and dropped down to one knee.

“Y/N, I…I know this is…well, we’ve been down this road before, and it didn’t work out the way we originally planned.  But, this past year, with you and Eliza, us being a family, have been the happiest of my life and I just...” Ben’s eyes started to fill with your tears.  

Or maybe that was yours.  At this point, you couldn’t really tell.  

“I never want this to end.  So please, Y/N, will you marry me?  Again?”

Your heart was thumping.  You couldn’t believe that this was happening.  You had thought that maybe the two of you would live together for a while and then maybe you and Ben would get married again.  You’d talked about it in passing, but nothing really substantial.  How long…?

You must’ve been quiet for a little too long.

“Mommy? Are you okay?”  

That brought you back to reality.  You glanced at her and wiped your eyes again.

“Yes, baby, I’m okay.”  You looked back to Ben and smiled wide at him.  “And of course! Of course I’ll marry you!”  

Ben stood up and wrapped his arms around you.  He picked you up and spun around with you.  

“Daddy! I wanna spinny too!”  

You and Ben laughed and picked her up, spinning around with her.

Eliza giggled when you stopped and Ben gave you a kiss.  

A couple hours later, Eliza had fallen asleep with her head in your lap (the rest of her body over Ben’s) as the three of you watched Elf.  You examined the ring and played with it.  

“How did you get this back?” You whispered.  It was the same ring that you had offered him back after the divorce. The one that had belonged to his family that he’d told you to keep.  

“When Joe was here helping you pack things up, he may or may not have also been on a spy mission.”  

“Joe stole it?!”  

“I wouldn’t say steal it,  I’d say he nicked it.”  

“Shut up,” you rested your head on Ben’s shoulder.  “You realize how ridiculously cliché it was for you to propose on Christmas, right?”  

“Well,” Ben started, resting his head on yours.  “I was planning on waiting until you were back in London, but I just…I couldn’t. I wanted to ask you as soon as I could and once I thought about surprising you here, it came to mind. Gwil may have helped a little with the planning.”  

“Speaking of, do we need to call anybody?”

“We can in a little bit.  For now,” Ben stroked Eliza’s hair.  “Let’s just enjoy the rest of Christmas, yeah?”

“Don’t they need you on set?”

“I asked for an extended holiday.”

“So when do you need to go back?”

Ben sighed. “Too soon.”  

You were quiet then.  You knew that meant that he probably only had today and maybe tomorrow to be with you and Eliza.  You closed your eyes, deciding that you’d just enjoy Christmas with your daughter and fiancé.  

 3 years later

You walked down the stairs after helping Eliza get the crayons down so she could make Ben a birthday card since his birthday was in a couple of days. She wanted to make it totally by herself and so you left her alone in her room. 7 years old and she was already so independent. You could hear Ben muttering in the living room.

“...And that’s Tottenham. We don’t like them either. Matter of fact, if it’s not Arsenal, we don’t like them.  When you start talking, Daddy will teach you the song.”

You chuckled to yourself and leaned against the doorway, watching him rock your 8 month old son. Ethan looked up at his dad with those big green eyes, but you could tell he was barely awake.

“You know, you probably should let the kids pick their own teams.”

Ben looked over at you and smiled.

“They’re more than welcome to like whomever they want,” Ben looked down at Ethan. “But if you want Daddy to love you, you’ll like Arsenal,” he cooed, making Ethan smile. “Yes, you will.”

You rolled your eyes but walked into the living room, closer to your boys.

“I think you’re being a tad ridiculous, but whatever.”

“Eliza likes Arsenal.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek.

“Eliza loves her Daddy and her daddy likes Arsenal.”

Ben chuckled.

“Where is she?”

“Upstairs, she’s making somebody a birthday card,” you watched as Ethan blew a raspberry at you and then giggled. “Are you ready for your nap, little man?”

Ethan reached for you and you took him in your arms.

“Tell Daddy nini. We’ll see him soon.”

Ben leaned over and kissed Ethan’s head. “Daddy loves you.” Then he kissed your cheek. “And I love you.”

“Love you too,” you grinned at him before going upstairs to lie Ethan down.

“Mummy,” you heard hissed from Eliza’s bedroom after Ethan was snug in his crib.

“Yes, Lovebug?”

She gestured you into her room and she quickly shut the door when you were inside.

“Here’s Daddy’s card!” She handed you the card she’d made.

On the front it said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!” You smiled, and opened the inside. Inside was a picture of your family. All four of you. Ben was on one end, Eliza and Ethan were in the middle, and you were on the other end.

“I know Ethan can’t stand yet, so I pretended.”

“This is beautiful, sweetheart. Daddy will love it.”

“Can we give it to him now?!”

You gently ran a hand through her hair.

“In a couple days. Remember? We’re making Daddy breakfast and then we’re going to relax and then Gran is going to come get you.”

Eliza nodded.  

“And you and Daddy are going to dinner.”  

“That’s right, baby.  And then you’ll stay the night with Gran and Mommy and Daddy will come get you in the afternoon.  Do you want to come downstairs watch football with Daddy?”  

“Yeah!”

A few days later, you applied your lipstick to finish getting ready.  

“Love! My Mum’s here!” Ben yelled ay you from downstairs.  

“Alright!” You called down to him.  You looked yourself over one more time before coming downstairs.  

“…games and there’s milk and toys in the bag.  Ethan just ate, so he will probably need his bottle at…”  

“Ben, sweetheart, I know.  I have watched them overnight before.”  

You laughed as you walked into the room.  You loved your mother-in-law.

“Y/N, don’t laugh.  It just encourages her,” Ben rolled his eyes before he looked you over.  “Wow, you look beautiful.”  

“You do, Mummy!”  Eliza peeked around Ben from her seat at the island.  

Ben’s mother was holding Ethan.  He smiled and reached for you when you walked in.  You took him and kissed his forehead then looked to Ben.  

“Thank you, both.  Ben, we should probably get going.  We don’t want to be late.”  You looked at Ethan.  “No we don’t. And you’re going to go with Gran. Yes, you are.”  

“Alright, dears, you should get going.”  

“Daddy, can Frankie come to Gran’s?”  Eliza asked.  You hadn’t noticed that she’d gotten down and was petting the Beagle’s ears.  

“No, Birdie, Mummy and Daddy will be home tonight, so she can stay here tonight.”

Eliza pouted, but gave Frankie a kiss on the head.  “I’ll be home tomorrow, Frankie.”

Frankie barked quietly at her name.  

Eliza and Frankie had become the best of friends over the past couple years. She even started to feed Frankie when Ethan had just been born without being asked.

You and Ben said another round of goodbyes and helped get the kids into your mother-in-law’s car.  After they left, you and Ben went to his car.  He gave you a kiss before he opened your door and gestured you inside. You gave him one more peck over the door.  

“Happy birthday, Benny,” you whispered before you got into the car.  

Ben smiled to himself before he walked to the other side of the car to get in. The two of you talked about your upcoming projects.  Yours would be filming just outside of London, so you would be home every night.  Ben was in talks for a new film that would take place in Ireland, so he would be able to come home on the weekends.  

You pulled up the restaurant and Ben handed the keys to the valet.  

“I can’t believe you go us reservations here,” Ben muttered in your ear.

‘Oh I got us more than that,’ you thought as the maître d lead you the back of the restaurant.  

Sitting at a table, waiting for you and Ben, were six people you knew he’d be incredibly excited to see.  

“BEN!”  They all stood up and shouted.  Ben jumped slightly, making you laugh.  

Gwil, his wife, Carryl, Joe, his wife, Viv, Rami, and Lucy all came to you and Ben for a big group hug.  

“Careful!” Joe declared.  “You’ll squish The Fourth.”  

“I told you not to call the baby that,” Viv rolled her eyes.    

“Wait, does this mean you’re having a boy?” Lucy clapped her hands together.

“We don’t know until the day after we go back.”

“It’s a boy,” Joe replied, slapping Ben on the back.  

Ben rolled his eyes.  “Trust me, mate.  You won’t know before she does.”  

“Two kids and this guy thinks he’s an expert,” Joe joked as you all sat down.

“You’ve certainly come a long way from hiding in your trailer to not play a drum a solo,” Rami smirked.  

“Oh shut up,” Ben gave him a playful punch to the arm.  He then looked around the table.  “Seriously though, thank you all for coming out tonight. You really didn’t have…”

“Stop,” Gwil immediately cut off Ben.  “Of course we did.  When Y/N came up with the idea, we all agreed right away.  We all haven’t been together since your wedding.”  

“That can’t be true,” Carryl frowned as if she was trying to remember.

“What about LA last year?”  Joe threw out.  

You shook your head.  “Ben was in New Zealand.”  

“Oh, that’s right.”  

“I’m offended you don’t remember I wasn’t there,” Ben put a hand on his heart and pouted at Joe.  

“You were there in my dreams, baby,” Joe winked at Ben.  

The whole table laughed.  

“The important thing is we’re here now,” Viv grabbed Joe’s hand just as the waiter came over.  

The rest of the night was the eight of you catching up.  It had been about three years since you had all been together. Yes, you’d met some of them here and there, but there was just something different when all of your were together. It was like a family.  

Halfway through the night, while everybody was listening to Rami tell a story about one of his new costars, Ben leaned over to your ear.  

“Thank you for this,” he whispered.  “Thank you for everything.  This, Eliza, Ethan, giving us a chance again, all of it.  I love you.”  

You felt like you were going to cry.  If somebody had told you when you and Ben were going through your divorce that you’d get back to this point. You were remarried.  The two of you not only had Eliza, but now also Ethan.  You were out with your best friends to celebrate Ben’s birthday.  This was perfect.  It was exactly where you wanted to be.  

“I love you too.”  

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 36

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- note for this chapter: that was not easy. i feel like its my worst chapter so far but i stlll hope you guys enjoy it. yes its their first time and yea its a bit awks but i guess thats how it was meant to be. i promise more smut asap. actually there will be a smut scene in the next chapter and i wont make it all loving and awkward like the one in this chapter lol! thank you so much of you read, like, reblog, comment or message me! ily! here’s the ‘request’ i sort of added in this chapter!

Chapter 36 : His chapter

NIALL

I could barely remember getting back home and falling asleep in my bed. The only thing I could clearly remember was the warmth of her body when she cuddled me and the short and low whimpers she let out before falling asleep. It's not that the ride was long or that we hadn't slept in the past few days but for some reason, we were both exhausted. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside and I grimaced. It was hard to tell what time it was and I just closed my eyes again and pulled Liv closer with one of my arms. She whimpered again but kept her eyes closed.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, gripping the front of my shirt over my stomach and making me smile a bit.

"Any time between four pm and seven in the morning." I let out, making her lips curl.

She sighed and I knew she was forcing herself to wake up and I watched her as her eyes fluttered open but remained half-closed anyway. They met mine and we both smiled at each other as I let my hand rub gently her back. She shivered but moved up slightly so her head was closer to mine and it made me smile more.

"There's something waiting for you in the living room." I just whispered, making her frown. "Under the tree or somewhere near it, I believe."

This time, her curiosity seemed stronger than her tiredness and her eyes opened completely. They roamed on my face before she frowned and a smirk appeared on her lips, making me chuckle. She moved up, holding herself with her hands on the mattress as she looked down in my eyes. I saw her gaze move to my lips before she kissed me gently and suddenly, she jumped over me, almost tripping on her own feet, getting up next to the bed. I was still laying down and I let my eyes run on her back and down to her ass. She was only wearing a shirt I was pretty sure belonged to me and a pair of black panties and I couldn't help but be slightly excited by the sight.

We had been so close to make love at my mom's and it was a shame we hadn't. With the discussion we had had right before, it would have been the perfect time to show her how much i love and want her. At the same time, though, I knew why we decided against it and it was better this way. Without thinking, I brought my hand to her butt and slipped a finger in her panties, on one of her cheeks. It made her jump and she turned around, making my finger slip out and making me laugh.

"Niall!"

"What?" I asked still laughing, shrugging and sending her a smirk. "You place your beautiful ass right in front of my face, what did you expect?"

She grimaced, scrunching her nose and eyes at the same time and it was so endearing that it made me stop laughing. She shook her head slightly and licked her lips.

"Come on, get up, I want to find out what's waiting for me in the living room!" she urged me, her eyebrows now raised up. "You got me curious."

"Only if you don't put pants on."

Her traits softened and she smiled fondly at me, a spark of amusement gracing her face.

"Deal."

She ran to the living room and I got out of bed slowly to follow her. I leaned against the wall and smiled when I realized she had lighted up the tree only and was on her knees, trying to find her gift on the floor.

"Love." I said to catch her attention, raising my eyebrows in an amused way. She turned to me and I crossed my arms on my chest. "Look slightly up."

She moved up, still on her knees, and her eyes got bigger when she noticed something hanging on one of the branches. She bit her bottom lip, staring at it for a while, and it made something stir in my stomach. I walked up to her and sat on the floor, leaning back slightly and holding myself with my hands behind me.

"It's just a little something." I pointed out as she grabbed the box, her eyes moving up to meet mine. "Nothing big but... I don't know." I shrugged. "I saw it and thought of you."

She licked her lips without saying anything and finally opened it. She stared at the necklace for so long as I tried to decipher her expression without much success.

"I know, it's a bit cliché but, I know you love hearts and I thought, I mean, I don't know, if you don't like it we can always go back to the store and you can pick something else."

Without looking at me, she took it out of the box and put it around her neck. I could see the diamonds on the golden heart shine with the white lights of the tree and I ended up wondering if it would have been prettier with multicolored lights, like she had proposed a few days ago.

"It's perfect." she whispered, running the tip of her forefinger on the heart. "Thank you Niall."

Her voice was low but I could swear it had cracked a bit and when i looked up in her eyes, I could see she was tearing up. The sight was incredible with the illuminated tree behind her and I felt my heart swell with love.

"Come here." I said even lower with a quick head movement.

Her lips curled a bit more and she got closer, bringing her lips on mine. I closed my eyes and deepened it before she nibbled gently on my bottom lip. I let out a short groan and smiled a bit, keeping my eyes closed.

"Merry Christmas, Niall." she whispered this time, smiling against my mouth.

"Christmas was a few days ago darling." I argued with a chuckle, feeling her warm breath hit my skin.

"Maybe I have a late gift for you, too."

My heart jumped at her words and I immediately felt bad for the thoughts in my head but when I felt her move closer, my heartbeats accelerated. I spread my legs on the floor and she straddled me, her lips still attached to mine, but I couldn't move. I felt her ass on my thighs and I kissed her deeper as I felt my fingers scratch down, trying to grip the carpet.

"Do you love me?" her voice came to my ears in a murmur and I finally opened my eyes to look at her.

"Yes, I love you, Olivia."

"Real love?"

The thought of that day when she admitted her feelings to me and asked me the same thing came to my mind and I kept staring in her eyes. This time, I was not going to disappoint her, I was not going to hurt her.

"Real love."

She smiled and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, moving it gently but with difficulty over my head. I laughed when she pulled on it a bit harder as it got stuck in my ear and she raised her nose up in a grimace.

"Such a clumsy ass." I joked, staring at her before she let out a low groan.

She finally let my shirt fall in the floor next to us and I kept my body slightly leaned back if only to have a good view of her. I was just thinking about slipping my hands under her shirt when she slowly took it off, shaking her head a bit to move her hair out and my eyes fell on the necklace around her neck, laying on her skin, near her breasts.

"Fuck, that's such a sight."

She giggled a bit and I finally moved my gaze up to look up at her. She was sitting on me, we were both almost naked, and I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.

"Can I touch you?"

Her lips curled into a fond smile and she slowly nodded. It took me a few seconds to sit up and I ran the fingertips of one of my hands between her breasts, sliding gently on the heart of her necklace. I tried to keep that image forever in my head and held my breath when my fingers moved to one of her nipples. Her lips parted but she kept staring at me and I let my fingers run down on her stomach to her panties. Two of my fingers slid on her core, over her panties and she let out a short and low whimper.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Her answer was quick and she seemed so sure of herself that I pressed my fingers more between her legs. She ground down on them and the sight of her pushing her hips towards me made me even more excited than I already was. I couldn't wait and just slipped my hand in her panties, my fingers rubbing gently against her pussy and coating them immediately.

"Fuck you're so wet already." I whispered, looking back at her face.

Her eyes were closed and her lips still parted, and it made me want to kiss her more than I ever wanted to. I kept moving my hand slowly over her and brought my mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling gently on her skin. It made her whimper again and I could feel myself get harder at the sound. I wanted to feel myself inside her so bad I couldn't think straight and I tried to focus only on her instead. I slipped two of my fingers inside her and I heard her let out a curse word in a whisper. It made me groan when her hips moved again and I bit her neck harder as soon as she started riding my fingers gently.

"I want you so fucking bad." I breathed out as I brought my thumb to her clit. "You make me so hard, petal."

She stopped moving over my fingers and just got off me, struggling and squirming to take her panties off as I watched her. She was endearing and she cursed again, making me chuckle. She moved closer to me and pulled on my boxers, making me smile even more. I moved my ass up to help her but I couldn't take my eyes off of her naked body until she was back on me, straddling me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make this awkward." she just said, grimacing slightly and making me chuckle again.

"Don't apologize, this is perfect."

She cupped my face and I felt my eyes flutter when she moved closer to press her mouth against mine. She pushed her body against mine and I could feel my cock rub against her lower stomach. I felt so horny and excited for what was going to happen that I groaned in her mouth, I slipped my hand on her arms and down to her waist, grabbing it tight. She probably took it as a request because she got up on her knees and moved even closer. I stiffened when I felt the tip of my cock press against her pussy and slowly, she sat on me, making my grip tighten on her waist.

"Fuck, please, don't move." I almost begged her, shutting my eyes tighter.

I had never thought I could be close to an orgasm so quick but I knew that if she moved even just slightly, I would probably cum right before we even started. I knew that the wait, the teasing and the thought of making love with her had made this moment even better but I wanted it to last. I could feel her throb around me and it felt so good that a shiver crossed my back, making me quiver very slightly.

I opened my eyes only to see her hands run on her breasts slowly before one of them reached between her legs. She remained motionless except for her fingertips brushing gently against her clit and without thinking, I pushed my hips up and made her whimper louder. She started moving over me as my hands reached for her thighs, traveling on her soft skin as I felt myself slip in and out of her.

"Darlin' you feel so good." I whispered, tilting my chin up to look at her.

She kissed me again, her hips grinding down on me and moaning in my mouth and I couldn't help it. I brought my hands to her waist again and pushed my body her way. She gripped my shoulders as I was laying her on the carpet and laughed a bit as I hovered over her.

"You like to be in control, Horan?" she asked with amusement, a large smile gracing her lips.

My eyes roamed on her face and my smile grew.

"Oh you have no idea, pet."

She bit her bottom lip and I dipped my head down to kiss her again as I pushed myself as deep as I could inside her. She moved her knees up and started grinding against me in rhythm with my thrusts, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

I moved up a bit to enjoy how fucked she looked. Her hands were placed palms up on each side of her head as her hair was sprawled around her head. She looked beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to make her cum. I let the fingers of one of my hands brush against her arm before it reached her hand and immediately, she gripped my fingers tight. I allowed myself to lay completely on her and did the same with her other hand.

"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cum."

The thought made my whole body throb as I desperately pushed myself inside her, still gripping her hands tight and when I felt an orgasm hit me, I buried my face in her neck and groaned louder than I thought I would. I kept moving in and out of her even after I came down from my high and without thinking, I bit the skin of her neck, making her squirm beneath me.

"Fuck, Niall!"

She started shaking and I just stared at her, admiring her as she came hard, her thighs pressed against my sides, trapping me close to her and her back arching. After a few seconds, she sighed but let out a few whimpers and her eyes opened, meeting mine.  We looked at each other for a while and she moved her head slightly, her hair now messy but still spread around her face. She was glowing with happiness and I knew I most likely was too.

"I'm... i'm sorry it didn't last longer."

She started laughing and brought one of her hands in my hair, pushing on my head to bring me close. She kissed me but laughed again against my mouth before I finally pushed myself away from her to lie down next to her on the floor. Once again, I felt her hand reach for mine and she squeezed it tight.

"I thought we'd do that in a bed." she finally admitted after about a minute of silence. "I thought i'd be too nervous to get an orgasm."

"I thought I'd cum too quick and I did." I confessed with a chuckle, feeling her turn her head to look at me.

"But you kept going until I came too." she pointed out, making me turn my head too to look at her. "I appreciate that."

I let my eyes roam on her face, noticing her shining eyes and her red cheeks, and brought one of my hands on one, brushing my thumb against it softly.

"I love you." I expressed, making my own heart skip a beat.

She was beautiful and I seemed to be stuck in that post-orgasm state where everything is perfect until I realized that it had not much to do with the orgasm and more to do with the whole situation. I was exactly where I was supposed to be with the right person and no other feeling could ever top that.

"I love you too." she whispered, licking her lips. "I love you more than anything."

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When the door opened a very happy (and maybe slightly tipsy) Louis appeared, his arms wide open before he took me into a tight hug.

"NEIL YOU'RE HERE!"

I laughed but hugged him back before he turned to my girlfriend and sent her a smirk, tilting his head. He moved his head frenetically and Olivia chuckled, taking a step closer as he engulfed her in a hug too and kissed her cheek.

"I'm very happy you're here, both of you!"

He let us in and I could feel Liv a bit tensed next to me. I grabbed her hand in mine and squeezed her fingers in an attempt to show her I was there with her and she held my hand tight back.

"Hey everyone! The lovers have finally arrived and they're holding hands!"

A bunch of people turned to us and I rolled my eyes as I heard a few 'Hey!'s and 'Hello's being shouted. I smiled and waved with my free hand before shaking my head a bit and looking at my friend.

"You're a pain in my ass, Tommo, you know that don't you?"

"Totally doing it on purpose Niall." he smirked and turned his head to look at Olivia and wink at her. "Love what you did with your hair."

He didn't give her time to answer and she just stuck her tongue at him, making him laugh as he walked away, turning to us and going backwards.

"Wine? Beer?" he asked, his eyebrows raised and pointing at us with both hands.

"Wine!" we replied at the same time, making us both laugh.

I turned to her and she was extending her pinky to me, making me roll my eyes. I intertwined mine around it and stared in her eyes with a smile as I tried to think of a wish to make. We always did that when we talked at the same time and we always preferred that to the common jinx thing people did.

"Key." she whispered with a smile.

I bit my bottom lip and without thinking, I wished to keep this beautiful girl in my life until forever.

"Lock." I finally replied to keep our wishes a secret, sending her a fond smile as she took her hand away from mine.

Louis came back with two glasses of wine and we thanked him, both of us taking a quick sip to ease our nerves. I pulled her with me to the living room and we found a place on the couch to sit together. The room was full and I started thinking coming here for New Year's Eve was a bad idea.

"Are you okay?" she asked as I inhaled deeply and nodded.

"No yea, i'll be okay."

"If at some point you need fresh air or just to go upstairs for a while i'm sure Louis will understand."

I was about to answer when Julie and Liam walked to us. We got up to hug them and finally sat back down as they sat in front of us.

"I just knew you guys would make the cutest couple." Julie laughed as Liam put his arm around her shoulders. "It was just a matter of time."

I glanced at Liv who seemed to blush and I smirked with a shrug.

"Yea I guess i'm a bit slow." I admitted, half-joking. "But we're good now."

I ran my hand on my girlfriend's leg, my fingertips brushing gently on the inside of her thighs. It made her shiver and I smiled more, enjoying the effect I had on her. We chatted for a little bit about everything we planned to do during the next year and at some point I just shrugged again, leaning against the couch and bringing one of my legs on the other, my ankle leaning on my thigh and my knee pressed on my girlfriend's thigh.

"The trip I have planned, of course, but after that then I don't know." I explained. "I'll write no doubt but I don't see myself releasing any music soon, at least not until the end of the year. I'll be busy."

I turned to Olivia and she sent me a small smile before biting her bottom lip and I barely heard Liam laugh as Julie let out a too loud "awww!" I kept staring at my girlfriend, realizing how bad I wanted to spend time with her and focus on her for a while, and felt a twist in my chest at the thought of not seeing her for a few weeks. I was never the clingy type of guy, I was mostly independent and laid-back, but that didn't mean I was not going to miss my best friend and my lover pretty much the whole time I would be away. The truth was, it was the first time I felt like that for someone, and it made me realize that everything I didn't care about in my past relationships seemed to matter a bit more in this one. Like spending 6 weeks away from her.

I don't know what came over me but I moved closer and cupped her face, bringing her head up before pressing my mouth against hers. I let my lips hungrily move against hers as I kissed her slowly but deeply. I forgot about everyone in the house, forgot about where we were, forgot about anything that was not Olivia and I. I just wanted to taste her and show her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her without using any word.

"Fooking hell, Neil, get a room!"

I kept my eyes closed and groaned low against my girlfriend's mouth, slowly coming back to reality and when I finally turned to the voice, I realized all my friends were staring at us. Louis was smirking again and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Yours, Louis?"

He turned to Liv and raised his nose up with amusement.

"I wouldn't recommend it, love." he let out. "So many unholy things happened there, it could ruin your virtue."

This time, she laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh you clearly know nothing about me, Tommo, nothing at all."

I turned my head to look at her again and let my eyes roam on her profile as she smirked at him. I wanted to know what she meant, I wanted to know what she liked and what kind of things she wanted me to do to her. Just the thought made me feel a bit dizzy and I cleared my throat, trying to get out of my sexual daydream.

"Yea? When Neil is gone, we can hang out then." he proposed, making my heart sink in my chest. "Imma find out everything about you there is to learn."

"Works for me." she chuckled, raising one of her shoulders.

"Alright! Now let's go to the kitchen, dinner's ready!"

Louis clapped in his hands and everyone got up to follow him. I stopped Liv who was about to leave by grabbing her wrist gently. She turned to me and sent me a smile, making my lips curl immediately.

"I'm gonna find out about how unholy you are before he does, right?"

This time, she laughed and shook her head, bringing her hands to my cheeks and running one of her thumbs on my lips. I loved the way she was looking at me and when she got on her tiptoes, I could have sworn she was going to kiss me but she remained very close to me and her amused smile turned into a mischievous one.

"Of course." she whispered. "I'll tell you, and then i'll show you."

[lesbianrobin]

Im dying to know, do you have any holiday-themed Steve, Robin, Party, etc. headcanons?

god you KNOW i do!!! first of all i celebrate christmas and i dont rly know anything about other holidays this time of year so im just gonna... work on the assumption that they all celebrate christmas, but if anyone who doesnt celebrate or celebrates something else wants to reblog and add their own hcs i encourage it!!! okay this is gonna be so scattered but:

steve never really liked christmas very much. it was always just stressful and he hated having to spend time with his family and he always got like the most generic expensive boring gifts from his parents and it just wasn't really fun... the first christmas he really got into it was the christmas he spent with nancy and after they broke up, he was like oh christmas just fucking sucks!! but then...

that next christmas dustin invites him over for christmas eve and he brings a pie that he bought from the grocery store and claudia thanks him a million times and he wishes that he'd baked it himself so he didn't feel so guilty

dustin gives him a little baseball bat ornament and claudia is like "oh i thought you played basketball!" and steve is like "oh uh i do but i like baseball too :)" and he and dustin kinda smile at each other and steve ruffles his hair and they watch rudolph on tv and steve is like oh christmas.... is good......

speaking of dustin he always starts thinking about christmas gifts in like october but somehow ends up with absolutely nothing on december 20th and he has to run around in a panic finding gifts for the party

he drinks hot chocolate like a maniac... he doesnt drink water the entire month of december it's hot chocolate or it's nothing

hes one of those people who will say "come on it's christmas!!!" on like the tenth

lucas is one of those people who will say "no asshole it's december tenth"

lucas loves christmas!! he just thinks that it's a day and not a whole fucking month!!! he thinks anything before like december 15th is too much

the only thing he hates about christmas is that his parents always make him and erica pick out gifts for each other with no help from them... and since erica is an evil genius she always gets lucas the perfect gift just so she can hold it over his head for the entire year when he accidentally gets her a toy she already owns

she literally watches him open his present like >:) and lucas is pissed when it's this extremely specific action figure that he's wanted for a long time but he swears he never even mentioned it to anybody

and then he just sits there feeling like a stupid asshole as she unwraps a random doll that lucas figured she might like since its hair looks kind of sort of vaguely like erica's and she's like "thanks lucas :) i think i have this one already but it's sweet" and his parents are like "hey it's the thought that counts! erica see your brother knows what you like :)" and she's like "yeah :)" and then as soon as their parents aren't looking she sticks her tongue out at lucas and he sticks his out back at her

the sinclairs have such a disgustingly perfect christmas like they bake cookies together and shit it's adorable

speaking of adorable families the byers house is so full of love on christmas

almost all of the ornaments on their tree are handmade little crafts from when will and jonathan were younger and they buy tinsel at the dollar store and just go fucking ham with it their tree always looks like a hobby lobby threw up

growing up joyce would usually try to get them some things they need on christmas and then like one or two special things for each of them and she could never buy the fancy new toys that were in all the ads on tv and in magazines but she knows her boys.... jonathan got his first camera on christmas and it was from a secondhand store and kind of dinged up and definitely old as shit but he loved it..... will always got some new construction paper and crayons or markers so by the end of christmas day joyce would have new drawings to put up on the fridge or a new little ornament that he made for her.....

sometime in november jonathan would always be like "okay will i have a secret mission for you, you need to find out something mom needs that we could give her for christmas!" and will would be like "you have to say your mission should you choose to accept it" and jonathan would say "well i know you're gonna accept the mission" and will's like "jonathannnnn" and jonathan would be like "okay fine your mission should you choose to accept it" and will would be like >:) im a spy >:)

so little baby will would action roll around the house humming the mission impossible theme and peeking around walls at joyce and then after like a week he'd say "i think mom needs a stool she keeps jumping to try and reach stuff high up in the cabinets" and jonathan's like awesome thanks and he finds a cheap folding stool and some chocolates that he can afford with whatever money he has saved up and he has will wrap it because he figures it's like ten times cuter that way and joyce cries when she sees the little christmas card will put with the stool for her

i'm going way more in depth than i need to thvjdjcd but basically the byers house is all love man... so much love ..... they don't use colored lights anymore they only use the solid strands but they still have fun decorating together and will makes paper chains and stuff to hang up and i'm about to make myself cry

so!! this is getting super long fjvndmcmd

nancy is absolute dogshit at buying presents for people she's just terrible at it. she always just asks mike and holly and her parents what they want and buys exactly what they tell her and if they don't tell her anything then she has like a mental breakdown about it and panics and buys like. a flannel pajama gift set from the department store.

when she's dating steve he tells her not to worry about getting him anything which she takes at face value until her mom asks what she's giving steve like three days before christmas and then she starts panicking and she goes to a sporting goods store and just asks the first employee she sees what a teenage boy who plays basketball might like

steve can't tell if he should be like happy or vaguely offended that his girlfriend gave him like shoe deodorizers and a water bottle and socks for a sports team that he doesn't root for... she tried though and thats all he cares about

she and jonathan agree they'll exchange gifts but nothing over like MAX fifteen bucks which is easy she just finds a tape or a record she thinks he'll like and she's set (she spends a full hour in the music store and almost just gets a gift certificate for him but eventually she just says fuck it and picks some random shit she's never heard of and hopes he likes whatever it is)

mike on the other hand is actually like... insanely good at gift giving because he pays close attention to the people he cares about and he just like Knows if lucas or dustin or will is gonna like something

he just doesnt really buy into christmas all that much?? it's cool to get free stuff and eat cookies and all but he thinks people make it into a bigger deal than it should be

holly still believes in santa though so he likes seeing how excited she gets on christmas... it warms his cold tween boy heart.....

the first christmas he gets to spend with el he turns into a fucking christmas enthusiast and he makes her hot chocolate and gives her a tape full of christmas songs and he asks his mom for a bigger gift allowance because he has a GIRLFRIEND now and she's never- uh, THEY'VE never celebrated christmas TOGETHER so it has to be SPECIAL MOM!!!!

karen is like buddy calm down but it's so nice to see him excited about something again that she caves and gives him like forty bucks and tells him not to tell nancy or his dad

el and hopper christmas... i cannot go into detail or i WILL cry but hopper takes her with him to pick out their tree and she's so meticulous about it like examining all of them and he's just standing there in the cold freezing his ass off letting her do her thing because she's so excited that he doesn't have the heart to tell her they're basically all the same and to just hurry up and pick one

he gives her a lot of books... there are so many books under their ugly fucking tree because el picks one thats extremely crooked because she says it seems nice and hopper cant find any of his old decorations so they have to start from scratch...

el enlists the whole party for help finding hopper a present because it has to be the best present of all time!!!! they're like well what does he like and she's like uh tv.... coffee.... gun...... and they're like uh we can get him a coffee mug?

so on christmas morning el presents him with a "BEST DAD" mug full of candy and he hugs her so she won't see that he's fucking crying

she also gives max a drawing she did of max as wonder woman and it isn't very good but max says it's her favorite present she's ever gotten and she keeps it folded up in her nightstand

max has mixed feelings about christmas

i should not have saved her for last this is depressing

fuck her family fuck all of that okay max spends christmas eve with the sinclairs and christmas day with el because her mom and neil don't really feel like celebrating this year and so for the first time in a long time her christmas is full of love and joy and hopper makes them cinnamon rolls for breakfast which el has never had before and it's great

the party usually does a big gift swap and they don't get each other anything too fancy or expensive but it's sweet... they all gather in mike's basement like the day after christmas and eat the leftovers from the wheelers' christmas dinner and give each other comics and action figures and dice

once robin enters the picture she and steve lowkey get smashed on christmas eve together off peppermint schnapps and they play rockin around the christmas tree like ten times and jump around until they get dizzy...

they give each other little things like every other day leading up to christmas so by the end of december they've exchanged gifts like ten times but it isn't their FAULT okay!!! steve just saw these earrings and thought of her so he got them... and robin couldn't just leave that wham! crop top sitting in the store...... and steve couldn't resist the cheap bff necklaces he found while looking for a gift for erica....... and what is robin meant to do, ignore the stuffed kermit doll she saw in a store window?

it's just unrealistic

i like to think that everybody gathers at the byers house for lunch or dinner on christmas eve... they just hang out and exchange presents and make cookies and watch christmas movies and argue over which ones suck and which ones are actually good...... they just spend time together without any fear or danger and it's good

[gringolet]

gawain and the green knight beauty and the beast au

ok so i reblogged this post the other day like two weeks ago but im still thinking about it so time to ramble about SGATGK beauty and the beast au under the cut 

so @mordredfuckingpendragon im pretty sure you meant the Disney movie but im way more familiar w the fairy tale and I think it fits super well so im gonna talk about that whoops

ok so instead of a merchant and his children its a king (Arthur) and his knights

Arthur leaves for king reasons and says he’ll bring something back for each of the knights, who all ask for extravagant gifts, accept for gawain

all he wants is for everything to go well and for Arthur to return safely, so he asks for is a sprig of holly, because asking for nothing would be rude

so Arthur leaves but everything goes to shit and he ends up alone, in winter, stranded in the wilderness where he finds a seemingly abandoned castle

he stumbles in from the storm and finds a fire lit and a meal set, but no one around, and after waiting hours, then searching the rooms and finding no one, he eats the meal and goes to sleep by the fire

the next morning there is still no one in the castle, which is filled with marvellous treasures and riches, which he promptly takes, hoping to recoup the losses of his disastrous campaign

he goes to leave, horse laden with stolen gold, and sees a holly bush

as soon as arthur plucks a sprig of holly, a green giant appears with an axe and says that arthur must have his head cut off for stealing from him, unless one of his knights willingly takes his place

arthur asks for a month to settle his affairs and find an heir before he returns and the knight agrees

and he definitely intended to! but the first night he was back he got drunk and spilled the whole story

gawain, worried it was his fault because he asked for the holly and the knight didnt appear till arthur took it, volunteers to go in his place

arthur says no way so gawain departs that very night without anyone knowing and leaves a note

he follows the directions arthur gave and arrives at the castle within a few days, because the forest itself seems to guide him and gringolet to the castle

unlike when arthur was there before, now the castle is brightly lit, and music is playing, though the source is a mystery

the green knight is waiting for him in the courtyard, and gawain says that he has come to take his uncles place, and kneels so the knight can cut off his head

and the green knight is like, whoa, dude, im not gonna cut your head off. Im just going to keep you a prisoner here!

he shows gawain around the castle and finally to an opulent bedroom, and is privately impressed at how polite gawain is considering the circumstances, while gawain is relieved to find that his semi-captor isn’t as terrifying as arthur had described 

that night gawain has an odd dream in which he meets a red-haired man, called bertilak, who warns him not to be deceived by appearances

he spends the next day exploring the castle and its gardens and dines that evening with the green knight, finding him surprisingly pleasant company

before they retire, the green knight asks gawain to marry him

“am i allowed to say no?”

“yes”

“then no”

“ok cool good night”

that night he dreams of bertilak again, who again warns him not to be deceived

two months pass like that, with the green night proposing every night, but every night gawain turns him down with more reluctance

because the green knight is actually really cool and nice and hot, even if he is technically keeping gawain prisoner

but at the same time hes sort of fallen for the mysterious man in his dreams

after two months the green knight notices gawain seems unhappy. is it the captivity? no that cant be it

gawain says that he misses his brothers back at camelot and the green knight is like. fuck. take this green belt

“wear the belt to bed and you will wake up in camelot. but you have to promise to come back before christmas eve in a month! just put on the belt and go to sleep to return.”

how was it winter in the beginning, which was four months ago, but only Christmas now? uhh don't worry about it

so gawain does this and everyone is very happy to see him

he tells them he has to go back soon and agravaine and mordred are like thats bullshit!! lets just kill the green knight

and gawain is like i don't want that because of... reasons

also now that hes in camelot bertilak isnt in his dreams anymore which makes him worried

but as christmas eve approaches he cant bring himself to say goodbye to his brothers and friends, and he goes to bed on the 24th not wearing the belt

that night his aunt comes to him in his dreams and is like hey! dipshit! go back right now and also, i cant believe i have to say this, but dont be deceived by appearances! morgan out.

he wakes up and is like, fuck, so he put the belt on and lays down again and when he opens his eyes, he is back at the green knights castle

he searches the entire castle in a panic and finds the green knight in the chapel, which is made of carefully coppiced and grown trees into the shape of a chapel

gawain is afraid that the knight is dead or sleeping forever because he deffo seems like he might be dying, and says in tears that he wishes he had accepted the knights proposal, but didnt realize till it was too late 

as soon as he says this, the entire castle lights up and the green knight disappears and in his place is the lord bertilak

the lord reveals that he was bertilak and the green knight the whole time, and he wasnt allowed to say anything because of curse reasons

gawain is a little bit disappointed because the green knight form was taller and less human-looking and he honestly prefered that 

he doesnt say this because hes too polite but bertilak is like... wait you actually liked that? an gawain is like, yeah?

so he goes back to his fairy knight form and they live happily ever after and sometimes they visit camelot 

oh my god this post got so long fuck thanks for ur patience i love fairy tales and gawain

also the andrew lang version of the original, which is what iam refrencing, can be found here

[helplessly-nonstop]

Accents Are A Plaything(F. Balor, D. McIntyre smut)

This fic came to me when the amazing @styleslee posted some pictures about Finn and Drew and low and behold, this masterpiece came about! Shoutout to my @25daysofchrismuts peeps for supporting this wild idea! @sporadic-fics @toxiicpop and everyone else, you’re the best!

Word Count: 3032 (there’s no plot) Warnings: smut, sex, bondage, slight D/s(nothing too heavy), mxm, anal, let me know if there’s anything else I missed (this gif fits so perfectly)

I slammed my hand on my phone screen then growled when I realized that it was time for me to get up and go to work. I pushed myself out of bed and wondered out in the kitchen where Drew and Finn had settled at the island. I exchanged kisses with the two and pulled out a water then questioned, “So, what’s our plans for today after I get off?”

“Mm, sweetheart, if ya wanted ta get off, all ya had to do was say please.” Finn suggested, catching me by the waist to spin me around. He hiked my leg up, pressing me to the counter, then I laughed, rolling my eyes,”Ridiculous. Drew, do you see what I have to put up with?” The Scotsman flashed a grin and replied,”Little one, if ye think he’s bad today, ye don’t see him at work.”

I hummed in response then stated,”I really need to come see you guys at work, see what you guys get into while you’re gone.”

“ ‘M sure the Shield would enjoy dat. Them and pretty much everyone else.” Drew encouraged. The rest of the morning was mild and finally, I left for work.

“Buttons, why don’t you go home? It’s already seven and we’ve had four customers all day.”my boss, Charlotte, offered, wiping down the counter for the fourth time that night. I gave a sigh, glancing up from where I stared at my register screen, then asked,”Are you sure? I can stay after and help you close.”

She gave me a bored look and replied,”No, I’ll be fine. If I get too desperate, I’ll call in Becky and she can help me out.” Becky was her wife and since they lived right next door to our shop, she often came over to help close when we got this slow.

I gave a slow nod then began gathering my items as I stated,”Alright, but if you do decide that you need me-“

“Christ, Buttons, just go!”she barked and I squeaked, sweeping my bag into my arms. She let out a loud laugh and I scurried out to my car with a wave then settled in my driver’s seat. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began calling one of my boyfriends to alert them that I’d be home early, only for it to go straight to voicemail.

I raised an eyebrow but set it in my cup holder nonetheless. Finn and Drew were more than likely at the gym if they wasn’t answering the phone.

My drive home was simple enough with the soft Christmas music playing in the background but when I pulled into our driveway, I noticed that both of their cars were in the garage. My eyebrows furrowed and I set my bag onto the couch before trailing upstairs to our bedroom.

With a small push to the door, I gasped at the sight that greeted me: Finn tied to the bed naked with Drew looming over him. My shoes hit the floor and the two turned to face me, twin expressions of surprise stretching across their faces.

“Um, okay?” I asked, shutting the door behind me. Drew came to a stand and stalked forward before pinning me to the wall, kissing me like only Drew or Finn could. I gasped into his mouth and he lifted me to wrap my legs around his hips.

“Is there a certain something that brought this on?” I panted as he pulled away. He threw an annoyed glare over his shoulder at our struggling boyfriend then hissed,”Dat arsehole decided he wasn’t gunna listen today. Decided he needed a lesson.” Equally dark blue eyes clashed then Finn spat,”Ya bastard! I told ya I was sorry. Not my fault ya instructions fuckin’ suck!”

“Ye shut up,” Drew bit back, turning his attention back to me,”Ye up for dis, Buttons?” I stared at my straining Irishman and stepped forward, dragging my nails down his abs. He let out a hiss then snapped,”Bitch! Ya think it’s so cute dat I can’t touch ya? I’ll show ya what happens when ya mess wit me.”

Drew stepped forward and gripped Finn’s chin in a bruising grasp, tilting his head upwards, before he growled,”Show our Buttons some respect. She had a slow day and don’t deserve dis bullshit. Now what do ye say?” Finn’s tongue peeked out of his mouth, wetting his lips, and he answered,” ‘M sorry,sweetheart. Just cranky ‘cause dis bastard don’t know how to forgive.”

I crawled into his lap and hummed,”I just wanted to come home and have a lovely night with my boyfriends and here you are, giving all sorts of sass to us. What a shame.” He struggled against the ties holding him to the bed frame then he insisted, “Didn’t mean ta be bad, sweetheart. Swear.”

Drew’s fingers tangled in my hair and yanked backwards, my jeans dragging against Finn’s erection, pulling a groan out of Bálor. I whimpered and met the Scotsman’s eyes as he kissed me again, tongue licking into my mouth. I moaned and he growled in return, releasing me.

“Ye gunna help me torture dis fookin’ brat?”he offered, waving a hand over the Irishman’s body. I turned my attention back to Finn then licked my lips before I said,”Absolutely.”

Drew pulled me to my feet and Bálor groaned in protest as McIntyre yanked my shirt up over my head then I reached for the button of my jeans only for him to swat my hands away. He kissed at my neck, his beard scraping my skin in the best way possible, and he snarled,”No, darlin’, ye know betta. Dats fer me ta do, right? Don’t be a brat like dat fucka is bein’.”

“You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry, so sorry.” I murmured, lowering my head to stare at the floor. He gave a sigh then pressed up on my jaw softly, meeting my eyes halfway, and he assured me, “ ‘S alright, darlin’. Just need ye ta listen if ye gunna help me.” I nodded eagerly and he went to his knees, dragging my jeans and underwear with him.

“Ya don’t play fair, McIntyre.” Finn hissed from his position, struggling against his restraints. Drew gave nips to the insides of my thighs with a smirk and replied,”I don’t believe I ever have, Bálor.”

“Not that I don’t love you two bantering back and forth, but I would really enjoy it if-“

“I would eat ye pussy? ‘Course, sorry luvey.” Drew apologized before spreading my lower lips. His tongue flicked out and caught the hood of my clit, letting out a small growl at the first taste of my slick.

“D-Drew, please, Sir, I need.. more.” I pleaded, fingers twitching with the urge to tug at his long hair. His dark eyes flickered up at me and I felt a slow smirk stretch across his face before he pushed my thighs further apart, sucking harder at my nub, then shoved three fingers inside.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, twisting in his hold, only for him to press harder on my hips to keep me still.

“Be fookin’ good, little one, or I swear to fookin’ God, ye’ll join dat fucka on the bed.”he warned, licking at his lips. I gulped then nodded slowly. As much as I loved subbing for Drew, I didn’t want to pass up the chance to torment Finn.

“Just eat ‘er like a real fuckin’ man would, McIntyre.” And speaking of the Devil, it looked like Finn was beginning to lose his temper, allowing his alter ego to seep out. With somewhat wild eyes and his teeth bared, he appeared as a mad man ready to snap.

But McIntyre merely laughed and returned to his task at hand. He suckled at me, tongue swiping back and forth like he couldn’t decide, and continued to pump his three fingers into me, curling occasionally.

“Drew! Please, I’m gonna, I need to-“ I pleaded, fingers twisting into his locks, pushing him closer. He purred with delight and the sound flooded through my body but it just wasn’t enough to make me come. He pushed my legs up higher, which gave him more room to work, then bit down, causing me to shriek and twist.

“Fuckin’ Christ, McIntyre.” Bálor murmured, eyes glued to the two of us. I scraped my nails against his scalp and whimpered,”I need to- please, just…”

“Go on, little one, ye can do it.”he insisted, fingers pressing hard against the spot that made me squirm. My back arched and my mouth opened, a weak scream exiting as I came. Drew gave small licks to pull me back into reality then finally pulled away, turning his attention back to Finn.

“So… what now?” I questioned, finally catching my breath. McIntyre pushed me towards the bed and I crawled to settle near Finn, hands smoothing down his thighs. Drew kissed at my neck, beard leaving the slightest burn against my skin, then he murmured,”How do ye dink we should torture ‘im?”

I turned my gaze to lock with Finn’s eyes then stated,”Lemme… let me ride his cock while you fuck him.” My boyfriends groaned in response and Drew stated,”Dat’s not much of a punishment, luv.” I turned to kiss him then replied,”I never said we’re letting him come.”

“No, fuck, please! Don’t.. don’t listen to ‘er! She don’t know what to do!” Finn cried out, yanking harshly at his ropes as Drew and I continued to make out, my fingers gliding down to his jeans. The Scotsman reached forward, pressing down on Finn’s throat to silence him, and I took my chance to unbutton the larger man’s pants, pulling down the zipper.

“Whatcha up to, huh? Ye wanna suck ma cock, little one?”he asked, tilting my head upwards. I batted my eyelashes at him and said in a quiet tone,”If that’s alright with you, Sir.”

“Such a sweetheart, ‘course ye can. Go on, show dat fucka why he needs ta be good fer us tonight.” I nodded in understanding then pulled his jeans to his ankles, ripping them off, and stared at his erection. I began stroking him, only to stop when Finn spat out,” I fuckin’ knew dat ya was gonna pussy out, McIntyre. Ya never could finish da fuckin’ job, ya dick fuck.”

Drew and I turned our attention to our boyfriend then the taller man pulled me to my feet once again, pointing to the dresser. I knew immediately what he wanted. One of the most important things in our relationship was prep: without it, it was bound to be an entire world of pain and honestly, nothing is a bigger mood killer than unintentional pain.

I attempted to hand over the lube, only for Drew to shake his head and point down at Finn. The Irishman’s eyes widened as the realization dawned on him and I asked,”Are you sure?” He pressed his forehead to mine and assured me,”If ye ain’t comfortable yet, I’ll do it.” I passed him the lube then I straddled Finn’s waist once again, rocking against his cock as Drew settled behind the both of us.

“You look so pretty like this, Finnegan. All tied up and hopeless. My poor pretty boy. Our pretty boy Prince. I can’t wait to take your cock while Drew fucks your tight ass.” Drew kissed at my shoulder blade as he opened the lube bottle, lathering two fingers up.

“Ya, ya a fuckin’ brat. I swear ta fuckin’ God, when I get ma hands on ya, ‘m gonna make ya wish dat ya didn’t play along wit ‘im.”the Irishman threatened, chest heaving with his anger. I pulled my hand back and let it fly, leaving a handprint across his cheek. He gaped at me then I said simply,”Talk shit, get hit.” Drew let out an amused chuckle and by Finn’s reaction, he had no problem taking the hit.

“Drew, ya fuckin’.. please, c’mon.” Bálor begged, hips twisting as McIntyre fucked our boyfriend with his fingers. I cupped the back of Finn’s head and tugged him into a kiss finally, him groaning. He licked into my mouth and bit down on my lower lip, drawing it backwards then releasing it. I licked my lips, chasing his taste, and looked over my shoulder, asking,”Are you almost done?”

My eyes lowered and I watched with fascination as Drew pumped three fingers into Finn then he answered,” ‘M givin’ ‘im three fingers ta get ‘im ready. Trust me, he’s gonna wish that ma fingers were thicker after dis.”

“Please, ya neva leave me sore after sex!” Finn bit out. My eyes widened and I watched as Drew narrowed those blue orbs before yanking his fingers out. Nearly every time that McIntyre has fucked Bálor, the Irishman would complain the next day(or week, depending on the month) about how sore he was.

“Ye are awful sassy for a bitch who’s ‘bout to take ma dick while Buttons fooks ye down.”he murmured, gripping Finn’s jaw. The two stared at one another, gazes never wavering, then I tugged Drew closer to whisper in his ear. A grin stretched slowly across his face and he nodded in agreement at my plan.

“Now you’re fucked.” I informed Finn, teasing my clit with the head of his dick, then allowed myself to sink down on him. He groaned and I gasped for air as I attempted to settle on his cock then Drew murmured,”Ye look so fookin’ good on ma boy’s cock, gonna make me come ‘fore I get a chance to fook dis moron.”

“I always knew dat ya had a think fer name callin’, ya prick.” Finn remarked, but the breathlessness gave no real bite to his statement. Drew grabbed my hips and guided me upwards then shoved me back down, instructing me,”Just like dat, little one, leave ‘im beggin’ for more.”

I nodded eagerly then continued the pace and used Finn’s abs as a means to be steady. I ran my fingers along his wrists and gazed down at him as I questioned,”Is this still okay?”

“Yes! Please, Christ, don’t stop!”he insisted, squirming against me. I nodded in agreement then kept bouncing, circling my hips occasionally. Drew clasped his hand over mine then he warned,” ‘M ‘bout to fook ye, ye ready, brat?”

“Stop makin’ empty promises, fucker, and put your dick in me already.” Finn muttered, head dropping backwards. With a shift of the bed and an arch of Bálor’s back, I knew that McIntyre had finally given his boyfriend what he was craving.

“Can I.. I need to speed up, please? Can I speed up? Drew?” I asked, looking over my shoulder to stare at him, only to gasp at the expression across his face. He had bit down on his lower lip, muscles straining with his restraint, and his blue eyes were wild, ready to cut loose.

“I-I think it’s time for that plan to come into play.” I suggested, squeezing his hand. He gave a timid nod but before he could pull out all the way, Finn finally gave in,”Please, fuck me, I swear I’ll be fuckin’ good next time, ‘m sorry that I was a dick and didn’t listen to ya, I’ll be better! Just fuck me and I’ll be the best for you. I’ll start listening to what ya tell me, ya just… let me fuck them while you fuck me senseless, I swear I won’t come,I just need you two to fuck me.”

“God, he sounds so fookin’ pretty when he begs. Whatdya think, Buttons? Give da little cockslut what he wants?” Drew offered, nipping my shoulder. I locked gazes with Finn and whimpered, “Yes please.” The Scotsman nodded in agreement then slammed back into Bálor, who in return arched into me. I set a steady pace, as well as I could while Drew fucked Finn, then leaned against the taller man, gasping as my clit bumped the base of Finn’s dick.

“Fuck, I want to come.” I admitted, nails digging into the man underneath me. Drew led our joined hands to my nub and his deft fingers found the spot that makes me squirm, causing me to squirm forward.

“ ‘M so fookin’ lucky to have good significant others that are always desperate to come, keeps shit interesting.”he murmured, but the sounds of it, he was doing the exact thing that I was: chasing his orgasm. Finn dug his teeth down, eyes glued to the scene in front of him, then I offered,”I can make you come, Pretty Prince, just have to ask Drew.”

“I-I, please let me come, I’ll listen for the rest of the night, I’ll let ya torture me for the next twenty four hours, just, let them make me come at least once.” Finn pleaded, back arching to meet my grinding. Drew sucked a hickey into my neck again then said simply,”Go ahead.” I fell forward as the two worked me to my high then Bálor slammed up into me a final time, the two of us gasping out for air.

I rolled away with Finn’s come still dripping down my thighs then I watched with wide eyes as McIntyre slammed into our boyfriend repeatedly, growling as he snagged his orgasm finally. I waddled into the bathroom and snagged a couple wash clothes then wet them enough so I could clean off my thighs before bringing a fresh one to the boys.

“Here.” I stated, handing Drew the cloth after he finished untying Finn. He gave me a kiss in thanks and wiped away the come from the two before I asked,”What did he not listen to you about anyway?”

The two shared a sheepish smile then Bálor answered,”Well, we were gonna surprise ya at work but we didn’t know how ta do it. We got into an argument and that’s how we wound up here.” I blinked slowly at him and burst into laughter at their ridiculousness.

[wellanthropologicallyspeaking]

trigger warning // abusive parents, emotional abuse

i might be one of only a few people who have been thru the experience of loving and trusting a parent(s) their whole lives, and in a matter of months have that trust utterly broken and the love that you felt for them lost.

context is, long story summarized, my mom put me thru a very tramuatic experience last year (on christmas no less) when she basically said she “disowned me as her child”. i cried and cried and the whole thing was horrible, she just shouted so much while my dad begged her to stop and calm down, and he tried to calm me down too and brought me food afterwards.

the context for this was basically, the christmas tree that i was decorating for hours the night before had fallen when i was downstairs looking for an extension cord, and its falling broke one of the ornaments from my childhood that i had painted myself while in kindergarten/first grade. it was so heckin pretty and i was so proud of it and hoenstly when i saw i broke, along with a few other beloved ornaments, i broke down.

december last year was filled with all kinds of shit that led me deeper and deeper ino my depression, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. while we cleaned up the tree with me sobbing intensely, my mom was all “i told you this would happen !!! you should have done what i said !!!” THAT’S what you say to your CRYING CHILD (i’m 20 but still im her child and you would expect a person to be more compassionate towards THEIR KID)??? instead of seeing that they’re obviously upset. this made me fucking pissed and i just stormed to my room, and declared that im not celebrating christmas this year. my mom forced me and coereced me to have christmas dinner, but i slipped away with a turkey leg and bread into my room, while she was fucking pissed in the other room.

the next day, we had the horrible aforemention argument, where we went over the christmas canceling thing and me not wanting to celebrate, but my mom also went on the thing that i didn’t want to take her vitamins anymore, and she was fucking pissed at me for that.

now, that makes no sense, but i have pretty bad acne, and my mom has *taken it upon herself* to treat my acne herself, even though i kept telling i didn’t want or ask for her help, but she’d just insult me and force/blackmail me to take them. this went on for over a year, and it sounds horrible on its own, but it actually didn’t change my opinion of her until last december.

her argument was “because you’re not taking the vitamins i gave you, it means 1) you want to ruin your skin permanenly (and she goes on about ONE lady she knows who has bad acne scars who i’ve never even met) 2) you want to HURT ME EMOTIONALLY because i worry about you and you having horrible skin makes me feel bad (this sounds kinda emphathetic from her side of things but trust me, the way she meant it felt more like im some kind of experiement to her who she needs to fix and when she can’t “fix” me, she feels bad instead of ever considering MY FEELINGS)”

anyways that whole load of bullshit resulted in me arguing with her, and eventually led to her threatening to disown me while i sat sobbing so fucking uncontrollably, which i think was the only time since maybe i was a baby that i had ever cried so much and so hard. she eventually said, in not so many words, fuck you and im disowning you, while i was left shattered in a pool of my own tears.

it took me WEEKS to recover from the emotional turmoil that experience brought me, and i could never look her in the eye again.

about a month later, my dad would end up driving me to college instead of my mom (bc im a 20 year old american who still doesn’t know how to drive whoops) and over the months of the semester, he’d share things about how bad this lawsuit is that my mom’s waging against our neighbor (wholeeee other kettle of fish that i won’t get into here) and how it was stressing him out and using up precious time, money, and energy that he had. he also mentioned the whole lawsuit cost 40K to manage up to that point, bc my parents had been doing it for about 5 years and that’s the total sum it cost over those 5 years. i was fucking shocked bc, i remeber years back even BEFORE the lawsuit when i saw my mom google “free colleges” for me to attend when i’d graduate, bc she said college “was too expensive”. i mean yea that’s true but there’s a good college here that i want to go to that’s 6K a year?? like if you add it up, my time at college would cost LESS than the 40K wasted on this lawsuit AND we’d deffo have money left over for house repairs, of which our house needs a million. but nah, my mom’s priorities is that we need to waste 40K on a lawsuit for a plot of land on our drive way the size of a desk. size of a DESK. im not fucking kidding here, i wish i was bc its so ridiculous.

then later i learned that my mother (who i already knew had disowned her first daughter, what a shocker) had as a sort of “punishment” to her first daughter, aka my half sister, to take her piece of their apartment back that is in Russia. my dad said we could compromise on the money and get about 50K to pay for the downpayment for our house here, but my mom was s u r e she could “win” her case and get 300K for her share, which my dad said was near impossible and could put my half sister and her family in danger, bc apparently money handling in russia is risky business and people get killed for that sorta money.

my mother didn’t give a shit. about the actual reality of the situaion or the pain/danger she was putting my sister and her family thru. she could shit a turd and give more of a shit about that than her own daughter.

anyways all this and more that i learned, as well as the trauma she put me thru in december, made me open my eyes to the monster i had truly been living with. i finally learned how horrible, twisted, selfish, and cold blooded she was, and knew she could never have held any love for me. the mother i had known my whole life was a lie, and that lie shattered before my eyes.

this went on far too long (probably bc it shows i need therapy ahahaha i still haven’t dealt with this have i) but the message i want to share here is, if you’ve been in a situation where your parents have turned out to not be the person you thought they were, and the love you felt for them and the trust you had in them had shattered overnight, i want to say i know how you feel.

when that happens, everything that was normal with your parent(s) becomes abnomal. you go to share with them something you’re excited about, but you realize you can’t. you think about that yearly event you both go to but realize you can never go together again. it might not even be because they won’t allow it (my mom has “forgiven” me and thinks we’re alright again, as if december was “nothing”) but because you know in your heart that the person you did those things with is gone. they were really never there to begin with, because the whole thing was an act and the traumatic expriences you went thru made you see their true colors. and you see that their true colors are ugly as fuck.

those pauses when you realize that you can’t ever be the same around your parent as you once was, those times when you’re forever locked up to them because you won’t allow them in, when you feel guilty that you haven’t forgiven them and that its somehow your duty as their child to forgive them, i’m not here to say that you should open up, but that you should not open up to them. don’t ever feel like you are obligated to open up to them or “forgive” them. they hurt you and they broke your trust and made you experience horrible trauma that’s hard to come back from. just because they’re your family doesn’t mean you must forgive them.

there’s this societal norm that we’re surrounded by that in order to overcome and deal with trauma, you have to forgive the people who hurt you. in my opinion, i think that couldn’t be farther from the truth. if you are a person who finds it easist to deal with their pain by forgiving those who hurt you, i’m not bashing you; more power to you for being able to forgive, especially when i can’t do the same. however, forgiveness is touted as this “cure all” that people should use to forgive everyone who’s ever hurt you. that cannot be true because what works for one person does not necessarily work for the next. one person may be able to deal with their trauma with forgiveness, and another person cannot do the same. i believe that you shouldn’t have to forgive those who hurt you, especially when you don’t feel strong enough to or feel any love/trust in them after they’ve hurt you. i can accept that what happened, happened, and that what my mother did to me happened, and that it affected me terribly and left me with emotional scars that will be hard to heal from, but i cannot call her my mom anymore or forgive her for what she did to me.

i do feel tinges of guilt sometimes because, i think, of this societal norm that you should forgive everyone, and i feel that coming from my place as a daughter, that i have some obligation to forgive my mother based on what society tells you. you may feel the same too, that you feel guilty for not forgiving your family and that if you were a better person you would forgive them. im here to say that that’s bullshit. you may feel guilty for not forgiving your family but that’s not some sign that you actually should forgive them or that you deeply down want to forgive them, it just means that you feel guilt because of what society has drilled into you. its okay to feel guilty about not forgiving your family and still not forgive them at the same time !! i feel like this sometimes, but i still know that the trauma my mother put me thru and the lies i uncovered about her make me realize that i can never forgive her. if you’re not emotionally strong enough to forgive someone, if you don’t feel the same love or trust in someone as you once did and so are unable to forgive them, i just want to say, its okay not to forgive them !! this isn’t some kind of contest that you have to win, you don’t have to feel like you’re a weak or bad person for not forgiving someone, bc our ways for coping with trauma are all different !!

in my opinion, i think trying to forgive or keep people in your life who are obviously terrible is not healthy in the long run. my mom is still doing the shitty things that are similar to what i described earlier, and i now know that she’s still just the same horrible, selfish, cold blooded person she always was; she was just under a mask. me forgiving her or tolerating her now won’t magically turn her into a good mom !! she’ll always be shitty and its healthier for me to just cut her out of my life as much as i can (while im still living at home with both that parents, and me being unable to drive, that is proving very difficult). it’s just better to cut out toxic people from your life and surround yourself with healthy people who will help you grow and thrive. it’s kinda like what marie kondo says,

(yea im an organizing nut but her book has really helped me organize the house, and i think organizing is kinda my coping mechanism, i spent so much time after december doing a full rehaul of the house that i had never done before, because i think i wanted to regain control of my life in some part as a way to cope for all the shit i went thru)

you should only keep things (or people) that “spark joy”. anything or anyone that doesn’t “spark joy” for you, you’re allowed to remove from your life : )

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The way you make me feel

Penny Haywood x Slytherin fem!mc warnings: none word count: 3315 Part 1 Part 2 A/N: No beta we post our drafts like men, my mental health is taking a toll on me please don’t hate me D: I didn’t want to leave you hanging and it was getting a little too long for my taste so I’m posting the end in two parts.

Also big thanks to @dratin-dragonadetinta96 for putting up with my bullshit.

Finally the day to go back home for the holidays has come. The platform was crowded with students. You were really excited and nervous but mostly nervous. Penny’s parents agreed to let her go to your family’s Christmas party; your relationship with her was no secret to her parents and they were really happy for the both of you.

Penny was going to stay at the manor for at least three days, the rest she was going to spend it with her family.

You communicated your parents that you were bringing a friend with you for the party so you wouldn’t get bored like most years, and they accepted without much discussion. It was surprising to say the least, but it couldn’t make you happier that they agreed. It was the first time that you brought someone over that wasn’t Rowan, though something quite unpleasant settled at the pit of your stomach.

You were going over every possible scenario in your head while idly going over your luggage, when a hand on your shoulder distracted you; turning around you notice Rowan softly smiling at you.

“Hey… what’s got you so troubled, you look ghostly?” Rowan asked worry plastered on her face. You look at her giving a sad smile.

“I’m just a little stressed that’s all, nothing to worry about” you said dismissing your friend’s worry who just crossed her arms and looked at you incredulous. You sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping a little and finally, spoke your mind.

“I’ve been analyzing every possible scenario of how my parents could react once they realize what’s been happening and honestly, I don’t see a lot of good outcomes” you look at her a little defeated and continue “all I can hope for is that they won’t do anything drastic, I don’t care what happens to me I’m more worried about Penny”

Rowan hugged you tightly and without letting you go they said “Everything will work out just fine, you’ll see. Even though your parents are a little bit fanatics they still love you, I know that they’ll want you to be happy” she rubs soothing circles on your back. You relax on her embrace and hug her back before gently pulling back to look at her.

“Thank you Rowan, I can always count on you to make me feel better” you smile noticing Penny, Tonks, Tulip, Barnaby and Charlie walking towards you.

“You weren’t leaving without me were you?” Penny said nudging your side and kissing your cheek.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Pens” you said smiling and sliding your arm on her waist pulling her closer. Rowan and the rest smiled at both of you.

“Are you all going home for the holidays?” you asked curiously, surprised that you didn’t ask sooner.

“Tonks and I are staying; we’ve got some mischief to do” Tulip first answered pulling Tonks closer to her and winking. “We are probably going to get into a lot of trouble. But I can’t pass another opportunity to mess with Flitch” Tonks continued, giggling.

You shake your head at them smiling, wishing that you could see what they were preparing for that poor man, not that you liked him but you could only pity him, after all being the target of those pranks couldn’t be the best thing in the world.

“Well guess it’s going to be fun for you guys, you better write about it, I really need to know how it goes” Penny says giggling.

“Yeah don’t have too much fun without us” Charlie said suddenly looking at you with his eyes wide open “Oh! I almost forgot” he pulled a little package from his satchel an gave it to you “Mom wanted me to give you these, they are matching mittens, for both of you” he smiled “and she also said that you are always welcome at the burrow if you ever need a place to stay or if you just want to visit” the last part was directed at you, specifically, and you knew it, you smiled and hugged him, Penny joining in a second later.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to write” you said enthusiastically “Are you joining us in the train? You asked hopeful.

“Oh…no” he said sadly “I’m going to be with my brother Percy and there are already three of you in that compartment”

“Oh that’s alright” Penny said a little sad “what about you Barnaby? Are you joining us?” he was looking around kind of lost but quite fixated on Rowan, noticing the attention turning to him he straighten up and looked at Penny.

“Yeah sure” he said smiling and scratching the back of his neck “I’d love to”

“Perfect, now that that’s settled why don’t we start getting on board, I’m getting a little anxious of just standing around” it came out a little ruder than you intended which got you a few strange looks. You shrugged “Sorry I’m a little on edge” at that Penny held your hand and smiled at you.

“It’s going to be fine, don’t worry” you nodded and squeezed her hand a little.

 You said your goodbyes and boarded the train finding your compartment and just throwing your backpack in there sort of to claim it and flopped down on the seat. Barnaby, Rowan and Penny followed close behind. Penny tapped your legs from the seat and sat close to you a smile on her face.

“I can’t believe we are spending Christmas together as a couple” she said grabbing your arm and shaking it a little.

“Yeah I hope you like my house, we are also going to see Barnaby at the party right?” you look at him and Rowan “You know you can bring anyone you want with you as your date or friend I don’t know…” you said know full well that he fancied Rowan.

“So anyone I want huh?” he said side eying Rowan and blushing a little “It’s going to be fun, will you go with me Rowan?”

It amused you how much Rowan got flustered at the sudden invitation; you looked at Penny in complicity and grinned.

Rowan fixed her glasses and looked down blushing “I… uh y-yes” she composed herself and spoke surer of herself “Yes, I’d love to” she smiled at him and then made a face at you and Penny, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Awn that’s so cute” you said snuggling with Penny “Finally, after so many years, it’s gonna be a fun Christmas” you said with a sad smile, wishing Jacob was there to share it with him, the discomfort coming back to you a little. But even though you still haven’t found him, you gained a lot of friends that feel as if they were your siblings specially Rowan, she was your best friend, and seeing her getting flustered and with that stupid grin on her face after Barnaby asked her out, made your current uneasiness all the more bearable it.

***

The rest of the trip you enjoyed some treats from the trolley and sat in comfortable silence watching how Barnaby fell asleep on Rowan’s shoulder. He shook awake as the train stopped at King’s Cross. Penny said her parents were going to wait for you at the station to pick up Beatrice and to greet both of you; after all they wanted to meet the person that Penny speaks so highly of.

Penny and you parted ways with Rowan and Barnaby shortly after getting your luggage.

To say you felt nervous was an understatement, you were sweating and your mouth was dry like the desert. Penny was pulling you by the hand evading the people on the platform to where her parents were. “Relax you big dork they are gonna love you” she said noticing your stiffness. “it’s not like you are gonna have dinner with them or something” she said with a smile and suddenly you remembered that she must be feeling them same nervousness as you are but multiplied since she’s gonna spend a few days in your house.

You stood still as Penny greeted her parents with a hug; you looked at her lovingly when she turned around and extended her hand to you.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/LN, my girlfriend” she said with the most beautiful and proud smile you’ve ever seen, kind of like the one she makes when nailing a potion but brighter. You took her hand and slowly but surely got closer and nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope you don’t mind me stealing your daughter this Christmas” immediately after saying that you felt awkward. Mr. Haywood crossed his arms glaring at you and making you feel small for a second before he embraces you in a tight hug, lifting you from the ground and laughing a little.

“Ha-ha! I like you kid, though it makes me sad that we won’t spend Christmas together. I’m glad that I can see her smiling like that again” he put you down carefully as Mrs. Haywood approached and hugged you briefly smiling. You sighed in relief and smiled back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t extend the invitation for the whole family” you look down “but I’m afraid my parents don’t know about the actual state of our relationship and well they can be a little…” you looked at them apologetically “intolerant…” The Haywood’s looked at each other and nodded, Mrs. Haywood leaned in.

“Well dear, you are always welcome at our home” she put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and grinned. “I know it’s early but here’s your Christmas gift and yours too hunny” she handed you and Penny one package each. “Don’t open until Christmas” Mr. Haywood leaned on your ear and whispered “Seriously don’t open it”. Beatrice soon joined the scene hugging her parents and then Penny. She looked at you and walked close looking at you with her head held high point her finger at you.

“This is the first time I’m spending Christmas without my sister, you better take care of her or else” she glared at you and walked back to her parents who giggled. Penny shook her head and grabbed your hand. You smiled at her as you felt something pull at your coat, looking down you notice your house elf, Solry with an inpatient look on his face.

“Master Y/LN, you are thirty minutes behind schedule” raising your eyebrows you looked at your watch and then at Penny’s parents apologetically.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry, time just went by so quickly, I’m afraid we have to go my parents don’t appreciate delays” you shrunk yours and Penny’s luggage with reducio saving it in your backpack. “it’s been a pleasure meeting you, expect mail from us, we have a long way to Gales” you waved them goodbye and waited for Penny to say her goodbyes then pulled her by the hand following the house elf to wherever place your father decided to put the portkey. You look at Penny a little worried.

“Have you ever travelled by portkey?”

“Uh… not really, why?”

“Well you could experience nausea and dizziness. Oh and we have to grab it at the same time, just a heads up” you smiled as you arrived at the location and the elf pointed at a serpent statue, of course, you thought. You looked at Penny and signaled her to touch it without letting go of her hand.

A few moments later you arrived at a field near a cliff falling onto your back, Penny almost falling on top of you. Slowly you got up and cleared the dust from your clothes extending a hand to Penny who takes it a little disoriented.

“Are you okay?” you ask noticing her sudden pale face.

“Ugh…I think I left my stomach in London” she said clinging to your hand and placing her free hand on her mouth. A second later she let go of your hand to support he weight on her knees. You looked at her with a little pity.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it takes some time to get used to, I use it all the time and I still can’t get the landing right” you scratched the back of your head nervously then rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“I’m alright, I’m alright” she said as she looked up at you “Where are we?”

“Oh, we are on Y/LN manor grounds” you pointed to the big manor down the hill “it’s a small island, my father used a concealment charm to avoid muggles running into our house, or so he says, so we don’t have neighbors but I do like to sneak out to the small fishing village up north” you said with a fond smile.

“Oh alright… I … uh suddenly don’t feel like this was such a good idea” she said with a hint of fear on her voice.

“Well, we are already here and whatever happens, happens I guess…” you locked eyes with her “just know that I don’t regret being with you. With you I feel like I can overcome anything, no matter what it is and that I will always support you” Penny hugged you tightly.

“Thank you, Y/N, we can do this” you hugged her back and she kissed your lips “we should get going, we are already late aren’t we?” you kissed back and looked at Solry tapping his foot on the ground waiting for you to get going.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, it’s not the first time I’m late” you told him “if I could appear there at will I would of done that” the elf glares at you and banishes, you giggle and start walking towards the mansion with Penny close behind.

The manor looked centuries old, it rose from the ground as a proud example of the people that lived there, stoic yet vehement with a superiority air to it. Two Hungarian horntail dragon statues sat at each side of the main gate that opened for you as you got close to it. Penny looked at you as if questioning the choice for that particular decoration. You felt her gaze on you and shrugged looking straight ahead where both your parents stood, waiting at the door.

“Father is Hungarian” she looked at you suspiciously but said nothing as she noticed how tense you were.

“Y/N, Miss Haywood, I presume?” your father’s thick Hungarian accent greeted you both as he extended his hand to Penny, which she shook nervously.

“You can call me Penny… if you’d like” she said with a shy smile. Your father only nodded and gestured inside as he took a step back.

“You must be freezing and tired” your mother started “please, come inside there’s tea and biscuits” she said eagerly as she took Penny gently by the shoulder to guide her inside. “We can discuss sleeping arrangements and...” she looked at Penny who was wearing mainly muggle clothes “appropriate attire over tea” she looked down at her clothes, then at you mouthing what’s wrong with it? You just shook your head and shrugged.

***

“When you said you lived in a manor I didn’t think it was going to be…” Penny said gesturing vaguely at the room she was going to stay in, while she unpacked her belongings “…this. Your dad is scary. Your mom seems nice though”  

“Even after judging you by how you were dressed? Even after the face she made when you told her you are half-blood?” you crossed your arms.

“Well, awkward conversation aside, I have a good feeling about her” she smiled, left all her stuff on the bed and crossed the distance to kiss your cheek “Will you be a dear and help me?” you blushed and nodded.

“We can do a little tour before dinner if you’d like” you held both of Penny’s hands and leaned in a little waiting for Penny to kiss you. But you were interrupted by the door flinging open. You instantly put a respectful distance between you and Penny, as your mother stood by the door frame with a surprised look on her face. Clearing her throat she began.

“If you girls are ready we are going to have dinner earlier so we can begin preparations early in the morning” she looked at both of you with suspicion. You looked at each other and nodded. “And Penny dear, I brought you some appropriate clothing; I believe they are you size” you grabbed the clothes with annoyance and Penny gently took them from you before you could say anything.

“Thank you Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll be right there” she smiled at your mother as she closed the door.

“Ugh, she has no right to tell you how to dress” you said throwing your hands in the air in frustration “you look just fine like that” you looked at her apologetically.

“It’s okay I can handle it, it’s just clothes” she said with a sad smile.

“You shouldn’t have to” you sighed and hugged her tightly and she hugged you back.

“Let’s not keep them waiting”

***

The next morning, you went straight to Penny’s room, getting in without knocking, in hopes to wake her up for breakfast, little did you know she was just out of the shower with only a towel covering her.

“Oh…” she said wide eyed as she threw a pillow at your face “Are you an animal!?” she yelled blushing and pulling the blanket from her bed towards herself “why don’t you knock?” you covered your eyes and turn around.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to… I wanted to surprise you” your face turned beet read and you couldn’t move.

“You damn well did, close the door at least you big dork!” she sighed as you closed the door “I’m changing in the bathroom” you heard the door to the bathroom close a little too violently and sighed cursing yourself for being so careless. Turning around you picked up the pillow, walked towards the bed, setting the pillow at the head and sitting waiting for Penny to come out.

“Pens…” you started, fidgeting with your fingers “I didn’t mean to startle you”

“I know” came her voice through the door “I’m just a little on edge, I had a nightmare” her voice didn’t sound convinced.

“You wanna talk about it?” something told you she wasn’t entirely honest, your mother’s words probably affected her more than she let on.

“Not at the moment, I just want to move on and have some breakfast, I’m starving” at that the door opened and she was dressed with her normal clothes and hair still a little damp. You smiled at her, getting up from the bed and kissing her lips.

“Breakfast is served, mother is nowhere to be seen and father left early in the morning”

“Well that’s a relief, we can breathe a little, but… we need to tell them at some point you know?” she looked down and held your hand.

“Yes, I know” you sighed “let’s just… let’s eat first and get ready for the day, mother said someone was coming over later today”

 As you got downstairs, you heard the double doors open, Solry was greeting two hooded figures that soon became clear who they were, Merula and someone you assumed was her caretaker. What is she doing here? You thought, but you knew better than to make a scene.

“You are early…” you told her. Penny stopped next to you, letting go of your hand and keeping her hands to herself, at which she smiled wickedly.

“Ah, looks like I just made it for breakfast” she said with a sarcastic tone “Your mother was very nice to arrange my trip here, we get along pretty well” she winked and you crossed your arms.

“Yeah… it looks like it” you sighed and guided her towards the dining room.