#but christmas. I’m guessing she’s trying to figure out exactly what it is she’s got for me 👁️ 👁️

[spinetacks]

mum is trying her best to understand bucks and knows I love tna era, but she cannot remember what tna is or when exactly it happened because nick still looked like a baby well into njpw stuff we’ve been watching. so she just refers to baby bucks in general as ‘when they were jeremy’

[rhiannonsknife]

── ❆ DAY 12: underneath the mistletoe

— summary: college au in which you find yourself under the mistletoe with a stranger.

— warnings: fluff. strangers to lovers. first kiss. gn!reader.

you step outside onto the chilly patio of the christmas party, hoping for some quiet time away from the large crowds. the muffled sounds of music and laughter still spill through the closed door behind you, but out here, the air is crisp and quiet. it’s not even mid-december yet, but the frat boys inside seem to take every excuse they can get to spend their weekends getting wasted.

the cold bites at your cheeks, and you pull your coat tighter around yourself, your breath curling into soft clouds in the dim light. you’re so caught up in the stillness of it all that you don’t notice the figure standing near the edge of the patio until you nearly bump into her

“shit” you mutter instantly, stepping back. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know anyone else would be here”

she turns, startled at first, but her expression softens almost immediately. “it’s okay”

you’ve never seen her around before, otherwise you’d surely remember: she’s beautiful, you think, even through the slightly tipsy state that you’re in. with striking, dark eyes and gentle features, her brown hair falling down her shoulders loosely.

“didn’t expect anyone to join me” the stranger says. “i just need a break. you look like you needed some air too?” her voice is quiet but kind, as if she’s been waiting for someone to join her without realizing.

you nod, feeling a bit awkward but oddly comforted by her presence. “yeah. the crowd in there is…a lot. just needed to breathe for a second”

“tell me about it. they’re really committed to the whole ‘christmas chaos’ thing, huh?”

you hesitate for a moment before stepping closer, your gaze lingering on her profile. there’s something about the way she’s standing; her shoulders slightly hunched, her fingers fidgeting with the rim of her cup, that makes it obvious her mind is elsewhere.

pulling your coat tighter around your torso, you stop by her side, arms resting on the patio railing.

“wanna talk about it?” you ask over a moment of surprisingly comfortable silence. she looks out into the distance. there’s a streetlight not too far from the house. little snowflakes come drizzling down from the night sky above, caught in the beam of light,

“it’s just been..” the stranger shrugs. “complicated. back home, i mean”

“ah” you nod once, trying not to pry but feeling a spark of curiosity. before you can stop yourself, the question slips out: “home..?” you can’t help it, you want to know more, to make her feel a little less like a stranger standing next to you in the cold.

“new jersey” she says, smiling softly. it seems like she wants to know you too, when she adds: “wiskayok. i’m shauna, by the way. shauna shipman”

“y/n” you introduce yourself quickly. “so, shauna shipman, what’s complicated back home?”

a small, amused smile curls up her -shauna’s- lips.

“home’s…weird, i guess. things there, i mean. i’ve got these friends i’ve known forever, and i love them, but-“ she cuts herself off, shaking her head as if to brush the thought away. “sorry, i don’t mean to dump all that on a stranger”

you shake your head, leaning against the railing beside her, the chill of the metal seeping through your sleeves. “you’re not dumping. i get it! small towns can be…a lot,” you scoff lightly. “everyone’s in everyone else’s business”

shauna dips her head back a little when she laughs.

“exactly. when you’re close with someone for so long, it’s like they think they know everything about you”

you nod, her words hitting closer to home than you’d expected. “yeah. sometimes it feels like the people who are supposed to know you best don’t actually see you at all, right?”

her gaze lingers on yours for a beat, her smile faltering but not disappearing completely. “right,” she sighs, still looking over to where the snow is falling. “sorry, that got kind of heavy,” she adds, her tone lighter now. “that’s what i get for being here” shauna scrunches the bridge of her nose. “not really my scene”

“not your scene?”

“no” she shakes her head. “my roommate practically dragged me here. said i needed to ‘have some fun’ or whatever”

you smile, your curiosity piqued. “so, what’s your scene then?”

she chuckles lightly, shaking her head. “honestly? i’m still trying to figure that out”

“your first year too?”

“yeah” shauna looks relieved to have found someone equally new to this.

“well that what was your scene? you know…in highschool?”

that’s the question that gets her. “soccer” she tells you, immediately. “i was on my school’s soccer varsity team”

“soccer?” you ask, genuinely impressed.

“yeah” shauna nods. “jersey number 6. we won the nationals last year, actually. that’s how i-“ she pauses, considers it, then proceeds. “that’s how i know most of these friends i mentioned, i guess. the yellowjackets”

“that’s-“ now it’s your turn to consider your words. “actually impressive”

“it’s funny,” shauna says, smiling softly. “i wasn’t expecting to meet anyone tonight who’d actually get it. most people here are so…different”

“i’ll take that…as a compliment? i think?” you snicker.

“yeah” shauna nods. “yeah, you do that”

the two of you fall silent again. it’s getting colder, the snow falling in thicker flakes now. getting back home will be fun. you rock back and forth on the spot, trying to warm yourself up as your gaze wanders. that’s when something green and red catches your eye above. you blink, realization dawning.

“uh” you say, unsure why you decide to point it out to her. “is that what i think it is?” you point upwards and shauna’s eyes follow your outstretched finger. her brow furrow as she tilts her head. when she spots the mistletoe hanging right above you both, her lips part in a soft, “oh,”

her eyes flick back to yours, and you can see the faintest hint of pink coloring her cheeks, though she quickly tries to hide it with a quiet laugh. “well, that’s…festive”

you snort, crossing your arms. “that’s one way to put it”

for a moment, neither of you moves. shauna shifts on her feet, her fingers toying with the hem of her sweater. you swear you see her glance at your lips, but it’s so quick you could’ve imagined it.

“i mean,” she starts, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s not like we have to follow the…rules or whatever”

her voice is teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of nervous energy, as if she’s testing the waters. you raise an eyebrow, stepping just a little closer.

“if you know what i’m saying…” shauna trails off.

“i mean, it’s tradition, right?” you manage. thank god you’re still a little tipsy, otherwise you would’ve fled the scene immediately. or, at least, you would not have the courage for any of this. “what if we get, like, bad luck? is that a thing? can you get bad luck from ignoring a mistletoe?” now you’re just rambling, and shauna crosses her arms over her chest, grinning at you bemusedly.

the tension is suddenly palpable; warm, even in the winter air that surrounds you.

“look” you tell her. “if you’re not into it, we can just-“

shauna takes the final step forward, cutting you off completely. her chest bumps against yours gently, and suddenly, the rest of your sentence vanishes into the crisp night air.

“you talk too much” she mumbles with a grin. 

and, just like that, the decision is made.

when you lean in to kiss her and shauna meets you halfway, the world seems to pause around you and everything else fades. the muffled sound of music from inside, the chill, the distant chatter of the party. it’s just her.

it starts soft and hesitant, like neither of you wants to rush or break whatever fragile thing this moment is. her lips are warm, a sharp contrast to the frosty air, and there’s a sweetness in the way she moves, as if she’s unsure but still very much willing to take the leap.

shauna’s hand brushes your cheek lightly, her fingertips barely grazing your skin like she’s afraid to press too hard, afraid you might pull away. but you don’t, you can’t. instead, your hands find their way to her waist, settling there through the thick layers of her winter clothes. you hold her there to ground yourself in this unexpected moment.

when shauna deepens the kiss just slightly, it’s as if she’s letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, finally allowing herself to melt into you.

the weight of her hand moves to the back of your neck, her touch growing bolder, more confident.

all tension from earlier seems to melt away as you get familiar with the way her lips move against yours slowly and she tilts her head just so, her mouth fitting more perfectly against yours.

when the kiss does break, eventually, her forehead rests against your own briefly and shauna’s eyes flutter open. her lips quirk into a small, self-conscious smile, and she lets out a nervous laugh.

“well,” she murmurs, her cheeks flushed. “i think the mistletoe did its job”

“i think it did” you tell her, softly brushing another strand of hair from her face.

the mistletoe still dangles above you by the time you two part. shauna’s small laugh fades into a soft sigh, and she takes half a step back, just enough to create space without fully letting go of you, unsure whether or not this moment is over.

“so…you’re not terrible at that,” you tease, trying to break the silence but your voice comes out softer than intended.

shauna smirks. “oh, i’ll take ‘not terrible.’ high praise, considering”

for a second, you both stand there, the distant hum of the party a low white noise neither of you really hears. you wonder if you should say something, offer to get her a drink, ask if she wants to sit down, but shauna speaks first.

“so, uh…” she hesitates. “was this just…a one time thing? are you gonna let me know the next time there’s mistletoe around?”

you tilt your head. “well, i wouldn’t want to leave it up to chance. maybe we should exchange numbers, you know? just to be safe”

“okay. yeah. that sounds…smart. very practical!”

shauna lets out a soft chuckle, nodding as you dig through your jacket pocket. you find a pen, thankfully, and hand it over to her. she takes your arm gently, holding it steady as she scrawls her number on your forearm. she even adds her name above the digits before she hands the pen back to you, her fingers brushing yours briefly.

“what about you, though?” she asks conversationally once you’ve taken it back. “do you come to these frat parties often? or are you just really dedicated to holiday traditions?”

you grin, shaking your head. “it’s not my usual scene. either. but…i’m glad i came tonight”

the words slip out before you can overthink them, and shauna’s lips part slightly, like she hadn’t expected you to put it like that. for a second, she doesn’t respond, but then she nods, her smile growing softer.

“yeah. me too”

[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas Part 2/8

You know how in the first part I told you Steve's experiences were a lot like mine? Well his opinions on alignments in D&D are also mine.

Just the best friends looking out for our boys. They'll come around.

Part 1

***

Eddie came bounding up the stairs to his loft, contract clutched in his hand. He threw open the door to see Chrissy on their sofa munching on leftover Chinese food right out of the box.

“Sir Edward the brave!” she greeted. “How went the meeting with the dragon?”

Eddie tipped over the arm of the couch, landing face first next her, his legs bent at the knee straight in the air.

Chrissy ran her fingers through his hair. “That bad?”

Eddie held up the paper and she took gingerly. She set her food down on the coffee table and began to read the contract.

“Shit, Eddie,” she whispered. “This is insane. He’s basically offering to pay for all your bills for the next six months so you can work on his commission without worry.”

“Aswllasexpnses...” he mumbled into the sofa cushion.

Chrissy’s eyebrows shot up. “All your paint, brushes and canvases?” Eddie nodded. “Is this guy touched in the head? Like more money then sense?”

Eddie brought his knees underneath him like a worm and sat up. “No. He’s really sweet. I looked him up on the way to the meeting. He inherited the business and his money from his dad. The business actually lost money for the first two years he took over because he made the company private again. He bought all the stocks and closed it on the stock market. Then spent those two years doing away with all the shady business shit that his old man had built the business on.”

“An ethical business man?” Chrissy asked skeptically. “Isn’t that like an oxymoron or something?”

Eddie shrugged. “I guess. But seriously he was super sweet and like is my biggest fan. Like unironically.”

She blinked at him. “And he doesn’t want anything...well sexual from you?”

“We joked about that,” Eddie said with a huff of laughter. “But no. He’s just painfully earnest.”

“Oh my god,” she hissed. “You’re already half in love with this guy, aren’t you?”

Eddie blushed. “I’m trying hard not to be. Like really, really trying.”

Chrissy sighed. “You better take it. You know you won’t be able to live with yourself if you turn this down. What’s the subject matter?”

“D&D.”

“Christ!” she spat. “If there was a honey trap designed especially for you, this would be it. Hot guy, because he is, isn’t he?” Eddie nodded, pursing his lips. “Hot guy, rich, willing to pay for everything for six months for you to do a major D&D piece. The only thing that would make it perfect is kids or your NSFW shit.”

Eddie blushed. “It’s not exactly kids. But the painting is for these guys he used to babysit when they were kids and they’ve had these characters since they were fucking twelve.”

Chrissy sighed. “Are you should you’ve never met this guy, because hot damn, Eddie, he’s got you all figured out.”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “I think I would remember that face if I had. He is too good to be true, sure. But like you said, there is no way I’m going to get a better offer this year. This lifetime even.”

She grabbed her purse from the side of the couch and dug around for a pen. She pulled it out and handed it to him.

Eddie nodded and signed the contract. There. It was done.

*

Their next meeting was a bit more formal. As in it was actually on the books instead of Steve trying to get around Robin so she wouldn’t tease him about hiring his favorite artist to paint something for his little nuggets.

Eddie had pulled his chair up to the desk so that he could put his notepad on it. He cracked his knuckles.

“All righty,” he said cheerfully, “whacha got for me, Stevie?”

Out of another leather folio Steve pulled out four pieces of paper and slid them over.

“These aren’t the originals,” he explained. “I got Dustin’s mom who works at the library to make copies while he was in class.”

Eddie picked up the papers and gasped. “Their character sheets! Holy hell, man. These are like the holy grail. Why did Dustin have all four?”

“Lucas has the habit of losing his and Mike tends to forget his at home,” Steve explained, “and Will has never done anything wrong in his life, but they all agreed since they play at Dustin’s house all the character sheets are kept there.”

Eddie laughed. “Fair enough.”

This would make it easier to design the characters. By a lot.

Steve bit his bottom lip. “I have something else that might help you, but I don’t know how you feel about basing your art on other people’s work.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Steve pulled out another piece of paper, this one showing four characters fighting a beholder. It was good, but not even on the level of Eddie’s earlier work.

“Who did this?” he asked.

“Will,” Steve replied. “But I didn’t want to ask him to do it because it was partly for him, too.”

Eddie nodded. “No, actually this will help.”

Steve lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said with a big smile. “Knowing what they think their characters look like will help makes sure I don’t fuck it up for them.”

Steve relaxed. “Oh that’s great. I’m so glad. I didn’t want to step on anyone’s shoes with this. I really want everyone to be happy.”

“I will do my best,” Eddie promised. “But you know, I have to ask...why a purple dragon?”

“Oh,” Steve said with a blush. “It’s because they can shapeshift into human-like creatures.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you play D&D, Stevie?”

Steve shook his head. “No, but I like to read the handbooks. They’re interesting. Plus, I like looking at your artwork.”

“All chromatic dragons are chaotic evil, you know?” he said with a smirk.

Steve scoffed. “I always thought that was bullshit. If other sentient beings like elves, dwarves, humans and gnomes can be any alignment then so should dragons.”

Eddie laughed. “Only the handbook says that other than humans each race tends toward neutral, chaotic, or lawful.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Which is also ridiculous. It’s like saying only humans can be of any alignment because they don’t live long enough to be set in their ways. Like a dwarf who had lived for a couple centuries couldn’t be chaotic? Or an elf?”

“You certainly have a lot of opinions for someone who doesn’t play,” Eddie said with a smirk.

Steve flushed. “Dustin is one of those people that will steamroll over top of you if you can’t keep up with the conversation.”

“Ah.”

Eddie knew several players that were like that. Most of them were insufferable know-it-all rules lawyers. He had a feeling that Dustin was like that too.

“He’s their wizard,” Steve said. “Mike is a paladin, Lucas is a ranger, and Will is their rogue.”

Eddie nodded as he shifted through the papers Steve had had given him.

“What’s your favorite color of dragon?” he blurted out.

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “It’s really stupid.”

“Hey.” Eddie kicked the desk and he startled. “No limiting yourself. That includes thinking your favorites are dumb.”

Steve blushed deeply. “Yellow. It’s my favorite color. Plus it’s super rare. Then I found out chromatic dragons are all evil...”

“And suddenly your favorite is considered sus,” Eddie said with a nod of his head.

“Also how are metallic dragons the good ones?” Steve asked. “Like wouldn’t they be the greedy ones?”

Eddie smiled. “How many people told you picking the gold dragon was the same as picking the yellow one?”

Steve’s jaw dropped. He licked his lip slowly and then bit down on it.

“All of them, huh?”

Steve nodded. “It’s ridiculous. But I just don’t think that gold and yellow are the same color.”

“Oh they absolutely aren’t,” Eddie said, his smile growing wider. “And if anyone gives you hell about it send them my direction.”

Steve clasped his fingers together and leaned on his forearms. “That’s something else. They are going to find out that I am meeting with you on reg.”

“So what’s the cover story?” Eddie asked.

Steve ducked his head and Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.

“I was thinking of your charity, Roll for Initiative,” he admitted. “My kids...I can’t keep calling them that, they’re adults. But anyway. Having a large empty house for them to play D&D in when they kept getting kicked out of places to play. First their high school and then Mike’s parents house.”

Steve shrugged.

“But I know they were lucky because they had me. And I know that kids just like them would be kicked out their schools and libraries in the most conservative parts of the country. If they were allowed at all. I want to help you branch out more than just local.”

It was Eddie’s turn for his jaw to drop. “You want to help my charity?”

He had been wanting to take it on a national level, but never had the manpower to do it. And here was Steve offering to do just that.

Steve nodded. “Yeah,” he said with smile. “Just let us handle it. And we can combine meetings to go over the charity and you can show me your progress on the paintings.”

Eddie nodded back. He didn’t have the words. He squeaked his goodbyes and left.

Chrissy was going to freak.

*

Robin watched the flustered Eddie head to the elevator with more than a passing interest.

She calmly got up and walked into Steve’s office without even a knock or any notice she was coming in.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her.

Robin slid into one the chairs into front of his desk. “You gonna to keep blowing that poor man’s mind or are you going to ease up at some point so that he has the capacity to do this painting of yours?”

“I did my homework when it comes to the guy,” he huffed, “so what?”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “You put less effort into wooing your dates then you did trying to get this painting done. You have to see that’s a problem.”

“Only if you make it one,” Steve groused. “I admire this work.”

She scoffed. “I’ve seen his work. My personal favorite was female elf getting pegged by the female orc barbarian.”

Steve blushed. “Shut up. You know it’s not like that.”

“Do I?” she pushed. “This isn’t lord of the manor fucking his live-in artist.”

“I’ve already made that joke,” he sniffed. “He found it funny.”

Robin snorted. “He seems like the kind that would. Only it’s not funny if he hollers sexual harassment.”

He had been facing to the side and he turned his chair to face her directly. “That implies two things. That I’m trying to get into his pants and that he would be against it.”

“It wouldn’t matter if he consented, Steve,” she hissed. “You literally own him. He is a kept man.”

“You can’t have it both ways!” Steve snapped. “Either I’m paying for all of him, including sex or he can’t consent because I’m his boss.”

She threw her arms into the air. “Why are you even doing this?”

He glared at her. “I don’t have ulterior motives. I just wanted to do something nice for the kids. They’re going to be spreading far across the country after they graduate from college. Some to get advanced degrees, others to start their careers. I just want something special that they could take with them to remember everyone by.”

Robin sighed. “Okay. I get it. You’ll miss them, too. I keep forgetting they’re not the little twerps that used to beg for rides.”

“Yeah.”

She reached over the desk and took his hand. He gave hers a squeeze.

“I’m going to miss them something fierce.”

“I know, dingus,” she murmured. “I know.”

***

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[nhlclover]

new years eve sparks fly au

✭ — summary: luca finally finds out the reason behind sofia's off-behaviour

✭ — warnings: angst, sof crying, luca being a good brother, mentions of anxiety, cliffhanger kind of?,

✭ — a/n: finallyyyyy writing for this! again thank you guys for your continued support love y'all

✭ — word count: 1.13k

Christmas had come and gone, presents had been exchanged, and Adam had returned to Columbus. The winter break was ticking down and Sofia and Luca would return to Michigan in five days.

But Michigan was the last place Sofia wanted to be right now. The thought of going back to Michigan where Rutger was sent a wave of anxiety through her. It was impossible for Sofia not to face him. Sofia couldn’t not go to games, Luca would hate that.

It was now New Year's Eve, one of Sofia’s favourite holidays. She loved the prospect of a fresh start, as well as the brief few days of having a resolution. The reset brought a sense of calm to her life. However, Sofia was anything but excited and her parents could tell.

Julia eyed her daughter as she sat curled up on the corner chair, downing her third glass of wine. To her mother, there was only one thing that could be bothering Sofia.

“Luca, go talk to your sister,” Julia tells her son.

“Why?” Luca asks.

“I think she’s missing Adam a little bit,” she explains. “Just go see if you can cheer her up a little.”

Luca glances at his sister sitting on the chair, watching her scroll through her phone, a perma-scowl on her lips. Luca knew Sofia and Adam were fairly close but not so much that she would be this upset over him going back to Columbus. Luca figured that it must have something to do with whatever was bothering her pre-Christmas. Whatever had spurred the manic baking must still be on her mind.

“Sof.” he calls to his sister, causing her to look up from her phone. “Come get some air with me.”

Sofia furrows her eyebrows at her brother's weird request but follows him out to the back deck at his insistent nodding. Sofia leans against the railing, the winter chill biting at her cheeks.

“What’s up with you?” Luca asks.

Just at his words, Sofia can already feel her emotions bubbling to the surface. She’d been trying to keep the thought of Rutger out of her mind throughout the past few weeks but it was futile. He’d worm his way into her thoughts and then she’d be reminded of what can only be described as the single worst way to be rejected.

“I mean…Sofia come on.” Rutger says. “You’re Adam and Luca’s sister.”

Sofia furrows her brows. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, it would be weird if I dated their sister. I mean I’m best friends with them, they’re practically my brothers.”

“What, it feels like I’m a sister to you?” Sofia asked.

“I guess so,” Rutger says.

Not only did Sofia get rejected, she got put in the sister zone. And whenever she was reminded of that, she felt like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind-ing herself. Completely erasing Rutger’s existence from her mind.

“What do you mean?” Sofia asks, playing dumb. Maybe she could work her way out of this. She would normally tell Luca everything. He was her big brother, he was the one who gave her good advice when she needed it. But she didn't know if this was something she could confide in Luca about.

“No, no,” Luca said, shaking his head. “Don’t be coy with me. Be straight up, tell me what’s bugging you. You know, you can talk to me, right? Whatever it is, I'm here for you.”

Sofia finally turns to look at Luca, his eyes laced with genuine concern. Tears begin to prick at her waterline.

“It’s Rutger,” she says.

"Rutger?" Luca echoed, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "What about him?"

Sofia opens her mouth but hesitates momentarily.

“I love him.”

The words form before Sofia realizes it. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and gages Luca’s reaction. He’s silently staring at her, brows furrowed and jaw slightly agape. Luca’s thoughts are going a million miles a minute, trying to process exactly what his sister said.

After a couple of moments of silence, Sofia speaks up. “Luca, please say something.”

“How long?” is all Luca says.

Sofia sighs, trying to recall the moment when she knew she had feelings for Rutger. Memories of them meeting, all of their study sessions, and the times they simply just hung out flow through her mind.

And, like a dam bursting, Sofia spills her feelings to her brother. Her heartache laid bare as she recounted her feelings for Rutger and the crushing blow of his rejection. She told him about the birthday gift, how he began to read her favourite book just so he could talk to her about it, and the way her heart fluttered whenever she saw him. Sofia also recounted how she had finally mustered the courage to tell him how she felt, only to have her hopes dashed when Rutger shut her down.

“I thought he felt the same way, y’know?” Sofia says. “Sometimes when he’d look at me… I was convinced he liked me too but…”

She truly didn’t know. She was so convinced that the feelings were mutual.

“And you love him?” Luca asks.

“Maybe not love him but… Luca… I swear I can’t stop thinking about him.” she says.

Luca sighs. “Sof… Oh god, what would Adam think?”

“You can’t tell him. Please.”

He flicks his gaze to Sofia, her eyes teary and red. She’s got her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, her lip tucked tightly between her teeth. Luca knows well enough to know when his sister is lying or being untruthful. This was not one of those times. Her anxiety was palpable, even as they stood among the whipping wind.

“He’d kill Rutger then you if anything were to happen,” Luca says, head going back between his hands.

“I know that! You think I don’t know that?” she asks. “Please don’t tell him. Promise.”

Luca’s head stays down, contemplating the whole situation. He has to tell his brother, right? It’s Adam's teammate too. His friend too.

“Luca,” Sofia says, voice more stern and solid than he’d heard it their whole conversation. Luca looks up at his sister, her face anxious yet strong. “Promise me you won’t tell him.”

Luca sighs. “I promise.”

He looks away again, Sofia’s nerves coming back.

“Are you mad?” Sofia asks, the hesitant and nervous tone back once more.

“Am I mad? Of course, I’m not mad at you Sof.” Her shoulders relax slightly. “Just… remember last time? I don’t want to see you hurt again and I don’t want what happened between you and Adam to happen again.”

“I know, I know.” Sofia nods, bowing her head. Tears begin to form in her eyes as memories from the past come to her mind.

Luca steps forward, taking her into his arms. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

[roseyreveries]

Far Away - 12

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Muggle!Reader Previous Part <- click! Summary: You wake up inside the Harry Potter universe without any explanation as to why you're there. Disclaimer: All characters are being aged up for PLOT (1st years are 15, 7th years are 21) but characters may act immature and childish in the beginning at times to keep their character development. Not accurate to the books or movies. CW: very short part Directory <- click!

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The fire in the Slytherin common room had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. The dormitory was quieter than usual, the usual late-night chatter replaced by an uneasy silence that had crept over the castle since the attacks began. I sat cross-legged on my bed, a book open in my lap, though I hadn’t turned a page in at least twenty minutes.

Lila threw herself onto her own bed dramatically, her emerald-green duvet puffing up as she landed. “This whole school’s gone mad,” she declared, tossing a pillow onto the floor for emphasis. “Bloody mental.”

I glanced up, feigning ignorance. “What are you talking about now?”

“The attacks,” Lila said, sitting up and gesturing wildly with her hands. “Muggle-borns getting Petrified left and right, professors acting like they’ve seen a ghost— well, besides the ones who actually have— and nobody’s doing anything about it.”

I hesitated, my stomach tightening. “What do you mean no one’s doing anything? The professors are trying.”

“Trying?” Lila scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please. What’s Dumbledore doing? Making sure the bloody Christmas decorations are up to scratch? And Snape? He’s probably thrilled. The only one who seems even remotely worried is McGonagall.”

I looked back down at my book, forcing my voice to stay neutral. “You don’t know that. Maybe they’re working on it behind the scenes.”

Lila snorted. “Yeah, well, they’d better figure it out soon, because it’s not safe here anymore. And you know who I think is behind it?” She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing conspiratorially. “Malfoy.”

I blinked, my fingers tightening on the edges of my book. “Malfoy?”

“Who else?” Lila said, throwing her hands up. “He’s always going on about purebloods this, Mudbloods that. His family’s probably got some secret Death Eater playbook, and he’s finally putting it to use.”

My throat tightened. I knew Draco wasn’t behind the attacks— at least, not directly— but I couldn’t exactly say that. Instead, I shrugged. “That’s… a bit of a stretch, isn’t it? He’s awful, yeah, but you think he’s capable of Petrifying people?”

Lila raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I think… Draco talks a lot, but he doesn’t actually do much. He’s all bark, no bite.”

“Maybe,” Lila said, flopping back onto her bed. “But I wouldn’t put it past him. And even if he’s not doing it, he probably knows who is.”

I stayed quiet, my chest tight with the weight of what I couldn’t say. After a moment, Lila rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.

“Speaking of Mudbloods,” Lila said, her tone softer now, “are you… alright?”

My head snapped up, my heart skipping a beat. “What?”

“You’re not exactly pureblood royalty,” Lila said with a smirk, though there was no malice in it. “I mean, you don’t talk about your family much, but… are you worried?”

I hesitated, my mind racing. “No,” I said finally. “I mean, I’m not Muggle-born. So… I guess I’m fine.”

“You’re not? I thought you were. That’s why you suck at magic.”

I rolled my eyes, “hard to believe, I know. But I’m not Muggle-born.”

Lila studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Good. Because if anyone messes with you, they’ll have me to deal with.”

I smiled faintly, my chest loosening slightly. “Thanks, Lila.”

“Don’t mention it,” Lila said, reaching for a chocolate frog from her nightstand. “But seriously, if Malfoy tries anything, I’ll hex him into next week.”

I laughed softly, but my thoughts remained heavy. As Lila chattered on about possible culprits and wild theories, I glanced out the window at the darkened grounds, the weight of my secret pressing down on me like the cold winter air.

If only you knew the truth, I thought.

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River

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Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Jake x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jake

Synopsis: Jake hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man. After one night of desperately trying to hold onto Y/N, will he get back the woman he loves, or was it all nothing but a mistake?

For a bit of context while I try and write what came before: Y/N is a super successful singer-songwriter although it’s not super relevant in this chapter. She has been close friends with the members of Greta Van Fleet, for several years. She had a tumultuous yet terribly passionate relationship with Jake that ended not very well (you’ll see), although they eventually figured out how to remain on good terms for everybody’s sake.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come. Also, I guess this fic could be triggering for some because it’s kind of sad and angsty.

Previous Track: Prayer Factory

Chapter soundtrack : River – Joni Mitchell

Oh, I wish I had a river,

I could skate away on.

I wish I had a river so long,

I would teach my feet to fly.

Christmas music was playing softly in the warmth of the Styles household. The young couple had decided to host a Holiday party together for their close friends in their newly purchased London home. Kids were running around everywhere, stuffing their face with appetizers, while grown-ups were enjoying more than a few glasses of wine around the crackling fireplace, or in the sitting room.

Alright let’s get into this,

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Harry, however, was busy looking around for his wife with a frown on his face. He had barely seen her since the arrival of the first few guests.

“Hey, do you know where my beautiful wife might be?” he asked his sister.

Indeed, the hostess was still in the master bathroom upstairs. Far from the picture of holiday spirit, she was sitting on the tiled floor, with her arms wrapped around her knees, surrounded by a pile of tissues and mascara running wildly down her cheeks.

“I’m not sure, although she did tell me she was going to the loo earlier.”

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“Shit. Shit. Shit,” she whispered, for what felt like the hundredth time, as she heard footsteps heading in her direction. She took some more toilet paper to blow her nose, jumping slightly as she heard a soft knock on the door.

“Y/N? Come out, love, everyone’s here,” she heard her husband say.

She got up, flinching as she looked at her reflection. God, she really looked like shit, “Um, you should go back down, I'll be right behind you, I’m just touching up my makeup”, she said, hoping Harry wouldn’t be able to notice the shakiness of her voice.

“Are you okay?” he asked, clearly worried.

“Of course, I am” she answered. She was relieved to hear him walk back downstairs.

“Ah, there she is!” everyone cheered upon seeing her walk down the split staircase, her silky dress flowing beautifully behind her and her makeup opaque enough to hide any previous meltdown.

Of course, I am, she thought. Was she really, though? Definitely not. She quickly put all her mess into the tiny bin, before starting to work on her hair and face. Just get through tonight, she thought, just tonight.

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“Sorry I kept you waiting. You know I love making an entrance,” she giggled, trying to hide her nervousness behind a sparkly smile. No one seemed to notice anything wrong as she went around the room, greeting everyone one by one, cracking a quick joke here and there.

Most of the guests were Harry’s friends and colleagues, but Y/N didn’t mind that much, she understood London wasn’t exactly an ideal location for most of her friends. Plus, she had gotten rather close to her husband’s inner circle. It didn’t quite feel like family just yet, but it would come, or at least that’s what she hoped.

“You look a bit pale sweetheart,” Harry’s agent told her laughing, “here, have a drink it’ll loosen you right up”.

Y/N hesitantly took the champagne flute he was holding out to her, mumbling a quick ‘thank you’ and excusing herself before heading to the empty reading room. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard the door close behind her, shutting any noise out.

She loved that room; it was always so quiet and cozy. The walls were covered in her favorite books, and the grand piano was almost buried under a mountain of sheet music and song drafts, both hers and Harry’s. The back wall, however, was very neatly organized. It was where they had decided to place their award shelves.

Without even realizing, she approached one award in particular. It was her second Grammy, which she’d gotten a few years prior. Next to it was a picture taken at the ceremony’s after party. She grabbed it gently, a sad smile spreading her face. It was of her with Josh, Danny and Jake. Sam had taken it while in his disposable camera phase.

She brushed her thumb across Jake’s face, her throat drying up, before shifting her attention back on the glass in her hand. She contemplated the idea of downing it in one swift movement. God knew she needed a drink. But she wasn’t sure it would be wise.

Screw it.

She weakly brought the glass up to her lips but was interrupted as she heard the door open and footsteps approaching from behind her.

“You look beautiful,” Harry whispered in her ear. He laid a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder and wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand landing on her stomach. She stiffened at the sensation. “Are you okay?” he asked, genuine worry on his delicate features.

“Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry,” she answered, smiling, delicately setting the frame back onto the shelf.

But her husband wasn’t fooled, he could feel that something was going on. Truth was, something had been going on for a while. Y/N had been distant, and quiet, very different from the sunny and bubbly girl he’d married less than a year prior. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get her to open up to him. He was worried his job had started taking a toll on their marriage, since YN’s strange behavior had started when he’d come back from a press tour to promote his new album. Then again, Harry knew she had herself been working on some projects and even spent a couple days with her friends in Barcelona while he was away, so she’d always kept busy.

“Are you sure?” he insisted.

“Just tired,” she hummed, absent-mindedly, “who would’ve thought hosting Christmas would be so stressful?”

But Harry wasn’t satisfied with his wife’s answer “Love, you look-”

She gently slid out of his arms and walked towards the arched window; it was pouring outside. “I told you I’m fin-”, but they were both cut off by a strong voice coming from the foyer.

“Alright everyone, picture time!”

The reading room was suddenly silent for a few seconds, neither of them wanting to argue, neither of them knowing what to do or say. Y/N was the first to move, setting her glass down on the windowsill and walking past him and towards the exit.

“Y/N-” he sighed, his eyes never leaving her figure.

“You heard them,” she answered, smiling sadly back at him, “it’s picture time.” She quickly vanished behind the mahogany doors.

Harry was left alone in the study, with nothing to listen to but his own thoughts. He couldn’t understand what had been going on. Out of curiosity, he glanced at what Y/N was holding when he’d walked in. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he took in the picture frame.

Of course, he thought. She’d told him all about how she’d been spending the Holiday season in Michigan for the past few years. It must’ve felt weird celebrating Christmas without her boys for the first time in so long. Harry felt a lump settle in his throat. He’d taken her away from her family. Of course, he’d hoped he would’ve had become her family by then, but he knew Y/N and the Greta boys had a special bond that was hard for outsiders to understand. They were the family she’d chosen. And she was the only person that they had ever truly let in.

Harry walked quickly to the foyer, finding everyone standing around the staircase, facing the photographer. He walked to the middle of the crowd and next to Y/N, who still looked as absent as ever. But this time he chose to lay a soft kiss on her temple. “It’s okay, I’m sorry, I love you darlin’,” he said softly against her hair.

Without thinking, Harry took his phone out of his pocket and dialed his assistant’s number, “Hey, yeah, I know, I’m sorry, I just need you to do something very quickly for me.”

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Except it most definitely was not okay, he did not have to be sorry, and should not have loved her. Y/N felt tears filling her eyes as the guilt once again ate at her. She discreetly wiped a stray tear. There wasn’t anything she could do now, was there?

“Everybody, say cheese!”

She turned around to face the photographer, Harry’s hand wrapping around her waist, a wide smile spreading across both of their faces.

To say Y/N was exhausted would’ve been an understatement. The party had ended being a lot of fun for everybody, perhaps a tad too much fun, as the last guest had left in a cab long after 3AM.

“Cheeeeese!” everybody cheered.

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She yawned as she took off her jewelry and heels, before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Y/N heard her husband’s soft snores coming from the bedroom and couldn’t help but smile a little as she remembered his sister had spent the night warning him against the spiked eggnog. He clearly had taken her advice lightly and had ended up getting completely hammered.

She started taking her makeup off, lazily throwing her used wipes in the bin. She froze for a second. The girl wasn’t tired enough to have forgotten the reason why she’d been sobbing on the floor just 6 hours earlier.

She slowly shut the bathroom door, flinching when the lock clicked loudly. She got down on her knees and started rummaging through the trash, only to let out a painful sigh when she noticed her worst nightmare hadn’t disappeared. Yep. The tests were still in there. All three of them, mocking her with their baby blue lines.

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Post!Azkaban Sirius but he absolutely refuses to go outside in the cold no matter how many jackets he has on bc it reminds him of the dementors and gf!reader helps him work through it.

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Cold

Sirius Black x reader

Summary; I hate making these.

Words; 1041

Warnings; ptsd, flashbacks, trauma, yk, the usual with our boy Sirius

This made me want Christmas so bad, I had to fight not to add a Christmas theme in here (I fr should've tho)

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Y/n had always loved the snow. The pure sight of the white powder in the winter filled her with joy. Therefore, it’s safe to say that when she awoke to the sight of it outside her window she was beyond ecstatic. She was so excited she immediately started squealing and searching her closet for her snow clothes.

“What’s got you so excited?” Her husband asked, walking out of the bathroom with his towel hanging low on his waist. Y/n paused and smiled at him, walked over and pushed a piece of wet hair out of his eyes.

“You cut it again.” She observed.

He nodded, “That I did.”

“It’s snowing.”

He smiled, “That it is.”

“Will you go outside with me? We can have a snowball fight and build snowmen.” She suggested, eyes sparkling.

Sirius laughed softly, “Yes, I will, love.”

Once they were properly dressed for the cold weather, Y/n ran out of the door, immediately sticking her tongue out to try and catch snowflakes. Sirius would have never guessed the cold would bother him, it never really had before. However, when he took a step out of the door and his mind flashed to his cell in Azkaban, he was thoroughly shaken. He tried to ignore it, but when the cold fully engulfed him he couldn’t stop it. 

All he could think about is the feeling of the dementors as they passed his cell, the cold that overtook every one of his senses. He looked around the area hurriedly, not noticing the girl he loved begin to walk over cautiously. He remembered what it felt like at the lake as it froze over, the dementors flying above him, desperately trying to suck his soul from him. 

“Sirius?” He flinched at the sight of the hooded figure floating in front of him, its face nearing his. He stepped back, pulling out his wand with a shaky hand.

“S-stay away!” He warned, although he knew it was no use. Dementors didn’t feel fear, they wouldn’t be intimidated by him. When the figure instead neared, his wand dropped to the ground as he stepped back again. His back hit a wall and he sat down, curling into a ball and shutting his eyes tight, desperately hoping for the dementor to leave him alone. 

He flinched at the sound of a door shutting, but as warmth once again soothed his skin he slowly lifted his head. Through blurry vision he could make out Y/n kneeling in front of him. His Y/n. He wasn’t at Azkaban anymore, he was home. She wasn’t a dementor, she was herself. She was his wife. 

“Sirius?” She whispered, softly placing her hand on his knee.

“Y/n?” He asked, just in case.

“Yes, my love, it’s me. It’s Y/n.” She said warmly. “It’s just Y/n. No one else.”

“I’m scared.” His body trembled as she pulled him up for a hug, he graciously let her.

“I know. It’s okay to be afraid.” He clutched tightly onto her body, silent tears falling onto her jacket. “You’re safe, love, you’re safe. You’re okay.” She pulled away and softly placed a hand onto his cheek. “Look at me, it’s just me. Just me, no one else.” Y/n repeated and he nodded shakily. “Sh, just breathe, Sirius. You’re okay.” She gently rubbed his cheek as he took strangled breaths, slowly feeling the panic leaving his body.

Sirius gave her a small smile, “Thank you. I didn’t know that would happen. I’m so sorry you couldn’t enjoy the snow and had to deal with me instead.” He said, hanging his head low shamefully.

Y/n gently lifted Sirius’ head and placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away only to rest her forehead against his.

“Don’t you ever apologize for something like that Sirius. It is not your fault. It’s a totally normal response, I’m not gonna hold it against you.”

Sirius sighed and pulled her into another hug, resting his face in the crook of her neck. “I love you.” He said quietly.

Y/n hugged back immediately, “I love you more.” She whispered back.

“Are you ready?” Y/n asked, holding tightly onto Sirius’ hand.

He shook his body in an attempt to get rid of the nerves filling his body, “I was born ready, it’s just a bit of cold. If Moony can be a freaking werewolf his whole life, I can go out into the snow.”

“I’m not sure about that, scaredy cat.” Remus said from behind the two, a teasing smile on his face as he held tightly onto his bundled up toddler.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m a dog, idiot.” His eyes lit up. “I’m a dog!”

“What an obtuse observation, Pads.” 

“Remus, be nice.” Y/n scolded.

“Yeah, be nice, papa.” Teddy said quietly.

Remus looked at the girl, “You’re turning my child against me.”

Y/n held her hands up with a smile, “That’s all you, Moons.”

“Wait, guys, I’m a dog. Dogs don’t get cold. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy..” Sirius explained and transformed into his animagus before running out of the open door.

Y/n smiled as her and her lifelong friend walked out as well, “He’s doing it.” She said as she watched the black dog jumping around in the snow.

Remus laughed as he set Teddy down. Immediately the toddler ran to Sirius while giggling and wrapped his arm around the dog's neck. Sirius happily lapped at Teddy’s reddened cheek, giving him slobbery dog kisses.

“Ew!” Teddy exclaimed while laughing and Sirius transformed into a human. He pulled Teddy into a big hug and began spinning around. Their laughter filled the air as Y/n and Remus watched happily.

Teddy ran towards the two with his arms outstretched, “Papa, it’s cold!” He exclaimed, the chill in the air finally getting to him.

Remus leant down and picked the boy up, “Let’s go inside and make some hot cocoa, yeah?”

Teddy hummed while nodding and the two went inside. Sirius walked to his wife and took her hand, spinning her in a circle before placing a firm kiss on her lips.

“For the record-” He whispered once he pulled away. “Dogs do get cold.”

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Ninth Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

You watched as the flames flickered in the fireplace, ignoring the buzz of your phone again. The library was your favourite room in the X Pack’s house. Dark bookcases lined the walls with a mix of the classics and modern tales along the shelves.

“You’re gonna have to answer that at some point” pushed Logan.

You sighed and flipped your phone over, so it was face down on the couch you were curled up on.

“I don’t know who it is.“ you lied.

“Oh so it’s not Frank then? Trying to make sure that you’re not on your own at Christmas, I didn’t realise you were on such close terms with them.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, but I’d appreciate it if you’d pick up the phone, then at least he’d stop calling me.”

“What? he called you? Why would he do that?”

“I’m guessing because he cares. He called the Coulsons too.” 

“How did he even know I was here?”

“Well, your list of friends isn’t exactly long, is it?”

“Rude.”

“And it doesn’t really take a rocket scientist, or Sherlock Holmes to figure out where you’d be. Either you’re gonna be back home, which is very unlikely, or with someone you know.”

“Not necessarily. I’ve spent Christmas alone before.”

“But it ain’t pleasant kid, take it from someone who knows and understands.”

You huffed and looked up at the ceiling. 

“You can stay as long as you need to”

You nodded and let out a broken thank you.

“But I might need a favour?”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re asking a favour of a witch that isn’t yours Logan?”

“I am.”

“Go on then. Although I’m not into women if you’re wanting to turn your throuple into a quad.”

“Ha ha ha” Logan replied dryly “I think I’ve got my hands full without throwing you into the mix.”

You snorted with laughter.

“Yeah you might have a point.”

“It is about them though, well, us.”

“OK. This is very vague so far.”

“Jean and I are ready for pups.”

“And Storm?” You answered quickly.

“She’s partly ready.”

“Again vague.”

“She’s scared.”

“Well being a mother is scary. Birth is scary. Even being pregnant can be scary for some.”

“And throw in being a witch into the mix and it’s got her, well, even more scared than she should be.”

“Do you usually dictate how your mates should feel?”

Logan held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s not what I meant.” he sighed “I, how do I put this without sounding like an asshole alpha?”

You said nothing but raised an eyebrow.

“I already sound like one don’t I?”

“I mean……”

“Yes you do.” Came a voice from the doorway. Jean.

“You understand her in ways we never can” she added as she set herself down beside you.

Logan went to interrupt but was cut off by a firm look from his mate.

“You can understand her where we can’t. We don’t know what it’s like to be an omega. To be an omega witch. To be a rarity. When your powers have been a cause of pain, ridicule and questionable childhoods.”

You shot her a stern look.

“And where do I fit in this?” you asked.

“She’s scared her powers will get out of control when the labour starts.” Jean replied.

“Getting ahead of yourselves aren’t you? She’s not pregnant yet.”

“Exactly, she’s not off birth control. She won’t even consider it without having a plan in place.” Logan snarked.

“And that’s her choice and we have to respect that.” Jean added.

“I’m not going to ask her to come off birth control or convince her to let you knock her up just because it’s what you want!” you quipped back.

“Damn straight sister.” Came another voice and Storm stepped out of the shadows.

Both Logan and Jean eyes went wide with shock. 

“How? Why couldn’t we smell you?” Logan almost barked.

“A concealing spell, a damn good one!” Jean frowned.

“Oh I wonder where she learnt that.” You sniggered.

Storm perched herself on the arm of the couch you were sitting on and started to play with your hair and smirked.

Jean and Logan glanced at each other. Storm hadn’t taken the overheard conversation as badly as they’d thought. They quickly discovered they were wrong, as she opened the bond and rushed her emotions through it.

“Don’t ever pull this shit again!” Storm snapped. “You aren’t as discreet as you think you are. White wolf ears, remember?”

“We thought you were sleeping.” Logan replied

“Well, that’s your own dumbass fault.” You quipped.

Storm’s expression softened as she looked down at you, still fiddling with your hair.

“We’ve already spoken. Y/N has agreed to be around during the pregnancy and during the labour. Logan you can speak to the Coulsons about a long term rental on the cottage and you two will be paying for it.”

Logan rolled his eyes as Jean replied.

“Of course.”

“You didn’t tell them the best part!” you added, smirking at Logan.

“Oh of course, she’s going to be godmother.”

“What!!?” Logan was quick to reply.

“Storm, that’s usually a mate decision.” Jean added.

“Yeah, so is trying for a baby.” she quipped back.

Jean and Logan locked eyes and it was obvious to you and Storm that they were mind linking. 

“Well, it makes complete sense. Whoever guides our pup safely into the world should be a godparent.” Jean confirmed.

“And that’s me. You’re welcome.” you replied.

“Great, now we’ll never be rid of her.” Logan threw in and you snorted with laughter.

Meanwhile on the other side of Brookville……….

Steve stood learning against the window frame looking out on to the packs land. Two years ago he had a letter in his hand telling him of his inheritance and now his pack were settled.

Well as settled as a bunch of ex-military reprobates could be. 

“Uncle Steve” called a little voice pulling his attention away from the window. He looked down to see Lila, Clint’s middle child, starting to climb his leg. 

“You k?”

“Yeah, sweetheart I’m ok.” Steve replied lifting him into his arms.

“Face sad.”

“I’m OK.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Steve spotted a shooting star dance across the sky. “Hey look, you think that’s a star or Santa?”

“Oooting star”

“Shooting star sweetheart.”

“Wish”

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll make one and you make one, ready?”

“Yes”

Steve closed his eyes and made a wish and peeked as little Lila made hers too. He held her tightly in his arms and planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Would he ever gets this? His own child in his arms? He didn’t know anymore, he was starting to think that the chance had been taken away by the mate that rejected him. 

“Everything OK over here?”

Clint asked, picking up on the melancholy in Steve’s scent.

“Yeah sorry, we were looking at the stars.”

“Oooting stars Daddy”

“Oh wow, you make a wish?”

“Yes for Uncle Steve?”

“You used your wish for me?” Steve asked.

“Yep!”

“That’s sweet baby, time to say goodnight though.” Clint replied, lifting Lila from Steve’s arms.

The Barton’s kids made their way around the pack saying goodnight, giving out hugs as they were told to go straight to sleep ready for Santa.

The whisper of little Lila wasn’t missed as Clint carried her upstairs, Laura following as she held  Cooper’s hand and carried baby Nathaniel.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah sweetie.”

“I wished for Uncle Stevie to be happy.”

The remaining pack members turned to look at Steve, who promptly turned back to the window, swallowing hard to try and contain the lump that had formed in his throat. 

‘Let’s hope your wish works sweetheart’, Steve thought to himself waiting for another shooting star. 

On the other side of the room Natasha locked eyes with Bucky and mind linked with him. Bucky frowned at her, she knew he didn’t like mind linking since he was a POW. 

“The Luna you keep dreaming, about what does she look like?”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her, which she returned both turning to look at Steve. 

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Scaredy Shells (Turtle Tots: Before the Rise)

@flufftober 2024 Day 12- “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Chapter Summary: The boys go trick or treating for the first time.

A/N: Skipped a few days ahead to bring you all a themed chapter!!

Happy Halloween!! :)

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights belong to them.

Mikey skipped along behind his brothers and April, swinging his pumpkin bucket beside him with each joyful step. Halloween was awesome! Mikey decided. Easily the best holiday. Oh, except for Christmas. And also Easter! And Valentine’s Day! And-

Point was, Mikey loved Halloween! Especially when this year dad said they could finally go trick or treating! They'd begged for it every year of course but dad had always said it was dangerous- even though they'd pointed out a million times everyone would be in costumes. But this year, they had April and she had a magical way of talking their dad into things they couldn’t (just one more reason she was the coolest!). 

And trick or treating was everything Mikey had imagined and more! He got to dress up in a costume and get candy and see all the fun decorations everywhere! 

He’d spent a long time figuring out exactly what costume to wear, since it was his first one so it had to be perfect. And after a lot of consideration he'd decided on dressing up as an orange kitty cat, complete with painted on whiskers and a tail that Donnie had rigged to gently swing back and forth. He was super proud of his new look, parading all over the neighborhood looking just like his favorite stuffed animal Klunk. 

It had taken a few attempts for him to get used to the whole ‘taking candy from strangers’ thing but now he was easily the best trick or treater ever! Especially when, early in the night an old woman had started cooing over how cute he looked in his costume and slipped him an extra piece of candy. That had blown Mikey’s little mind more than square pizza! But it wasn’t a fluke, because it happened again a few houses later, Mikey receiving an extra handful of candy along with a sharp pinch on his cheek.

That’s when it had clicked in his head that this was something he could milk and quickly started hamming up his already natural cuteness. He batted his eyes up at the humans, overemphasized the lisp from his missing front tooth, and sometimes even put on a little show as he meowed and pretended to lick his paws like a real cat. And the humans fell for it hook line and sinker! Mikey’s bucket was soon overflowing with candy, while the rest of the fam were barely scraping halfway. 

Which Leo was not happy about at all. “It’s not fair, why do you keep getting more candy than us?” the slider whined for probably the fifth time that night, stomping his foot and trying to look annoyed. Which ended up just looking silly thanks to the bright blue unicorn costume he was wearing. Colorful rainbow manes and bubbly blue horns were just impossible to take seriously, Mikey decided. 

“Guess I’m just better at trick or treating than you,” Mikey bragged, shooting his big brother a teasing grin. 

“Are not!” Leo snapped.

“Then why do I have more candy than everybody else?” 

“Uhhh because you keep playing the baby card on all the humans!” Leo assessed with a roll of his eyes. “Which is totally cheating by the way.”

“Me? Cheat?” Mikey said, feigning innocence, blinking impossibly big eyes up at him. “Wha dwo you mean big bwover?”

“You’re doing it right now!” Leo shouted, flabbergasted. 

“Dwoing wha?” Mikey asked, totally doing it. 

Leo groaned before looking to his eldest sibling for backup. “Raph tell Mikey to stop cheating!”

Raph looked back at them with a puzzled look. Mikey knew he hadn’t been paying attention since he’d been huddled with Donnie for the last few minutes exchanging candy. Since Raph couldn’t have peanut butter and there were a bunch of flavors Donnie wouldn’t eat it only made sense they would be the ones swapping treats with each other. Which was good because Mikey wasn’t giving up his horde for the world!

“What’s Mikey doing?” Raph asked, hand still buried deep in his bucket. He was dressed up as a pink bear with an adorable heart stitched into its belly, which Mikey had approved of instantly. Because if there was one thing Mikey would relate Raph to, it was a big cuddly teddy bear. He’d even said that he and Mikey were matching since they’d both dressed up as their favorite plushies which had made Mikey giggle. 

“I believe Nardo is once again complaining about our youngest brother’s skill in acquiring more candy than him,” Donnie answered dry, carefully examining a piece of chocolate like it might be poisonous or something. It was so weird to see someone dressed as the Lou Jitsu acting so emotionless about everything but, well, Donnie had called double dibs after Leo so that’s the way it was. Not even Leo was gonna disgrace the sacred rule of dib calling! 

Raph frowned in annoyance, rolling his eyes so hard Mikey was surprised they didn’t stick. “Cool it, Leo. Just let Mikey do his thing,” Raph said absentmindedly, going back to digging through his bucket.

Leo huffed, frustrated, pouty lip firmly in place. 

Normally Mikey would leave it at that but well, gloating felt really good right now so… “Yeah Leo. Just let me do my thing,” Mikey repeated with more than a little sass. 

Leo opened his mouth to retort but right then April blurted, “Next stop! Get your trick or treating faces on, boys!” and he had no choice but to let it go. Still looking none too happy about it, though. 

April had the most experience trick or treating so she stayed in the lead, guiding Mikey and his brothers through her sure-fired Halloween routine, one she had perfected over several years. She knew exactly which neighborhoods to hit up, which houses were candy gold-mines and which were stingy jerks. She navigated each area with expertise that could only come from a professional trick or treater. If Mikey wasn’t already the best at it, he’d probably think he had so much to learn from her. 

She had dressed up as a witch this year, complete with a big pointy hat and broomstick which she kept using to point at stuff whenever she felt the need to explain something to the brothers. Mikey had offered to be her cat (even though he was pretty sure witches didn’t have orange cats) and she’d giggled and said she’d love that, which made Mikey beam sunshine. 

They all got their candy from the next house (Mikey with a few pieces extra, hehe) and then continued on their way, April leading them across the street and into a more secluded neighborhood. Only she suddenly paused with a jolt, turning to all of them with a strained smile and suddenly declaring, “Okay so crazy thought but we’ve done plenty of trick or treating for one year, right? So how’s about we wrap up for the night and head back to the Lair to watch some Halloween specials or something, huh?”

Instantly everyone was protesting, Mikey included. Sure he barely had any room left in his bucket but he was still having way too much fun to stop now! It only happened once a year, he wanted to experience everything!

“Okay, okay,” April finally conceded, once the boy’s voices started overlapping each other. She still seemed hesitant for some reason but she finally continued to walk, muttering, “Just… don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

It didn’t take long before Mikey and his brothers learned what April had meant by that because they soon came upon the most terrifying sight Mikey had ever seen in his few short years of life. It was a house, old and decayed and practically falling apart, ghosts and ghouls and all manners of spooks hung from windowsills and scaffolding. The late hours of the night seemed to bathe the whole building in menacing shadows that left a chill down Mikey’s spine. There were gravestones scattered all over the front yard- with spooky sounding names written on each one- a literal cemetery standing between them and candy. 

But the worst of it all was the creepy looking man sitting on the front steps, wearing a black cloak and a bloodstained mask, the bowl of treats perched in his lap as if he was standing guard over it. 

Mikey gulped and ducked behind Raph to hide, while the others stared up at the creepy mansion in varying levels of wide-eyed fright. 

“April, what the heck is this?!” the snapper squeaked.

“That would be the Dooley house,” April replied, her voice low and dripping in menace and dramatic tension. It instantly put Mikey on edge. “The rest of the year it's a nice normal house in a nice normal neighborhood. But on Halloween night, the curse comes to life! Gravestones rising from the ground, showing all who have perished in its halls!” Mikey chirped once in distress, ducking his head into his shell and wishing it was soundproof, he didn't want to hear anymore. 

“At least that's my theory,” April continued neutrally and Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. Oh good, no more scary story, they could just keep walking and forget all about-

“Soooo, what's with the guy in the mask?” Leo asked, trying to sound normal but it shook a little. What, no?! They were supposed to be leaving!

“Oh yeah, he's also part of the curse,” April explained, sounding way too calm about the whole thing. “He shows up on Halloween and sits right there, waiting to grab any trick or treaters who try and take his candy.” 

“And why are the Dooley's allowing him to sit on their porch and frighten young children all night?” Donnie asked skeptically. 

“Would you wanna tell the guy covered in blood to leave?” April retorted. 

“...Touche.” 

“W-What happens if he catches you?” Raph asks in a small voice, the only one here who sounded as scared as Mikey felt. 

“Dunno. Probably something bad though.”

Mikey whimpered and fought back the urge to tuck the rest of his limbs inside. Instead he reached blindly for Raph's hands, seeking comfort from his big, cuddly protector. He felt Raph grab on tight and squeeze, which did make him feel a little bit better. Enough that he cautiously peeked his head out of his shell and glanced up. 

Yep. Still towering, still terrifying. 

He took a step closer to Raph. 

The twins and April were still talking, none of them in any hurry to get far, far away from the apparently cursed and very dangerous building. In fact, it almost sounded like they wanted to actually go over there. Which was just crazy! 

And even crazier, Raphie wasn't telling them no!    

They saw the scary thing already- fulfilled the whole Halloween spirit deal- they were all good and scared, now was the part where they were supposed to leave!

“I don't like it here,” Mikey blurted, hoping his power as youngest brother might win them over. “This is spooky.” 

 All eyes immediately turned to him and he didn't bother to hide his discomfort, shifting anxiously from foot to foot.

“Really?” Leo was the first to respond, eyebrows raising and- wait, why did he look so smug? “Sooo does that mean you're not going over there to get your candy.” 

Mikey shrugged, face hot despite the chill in the air. It wasn’t working, starting to cross the line into embarrassing. 

“That's okay, bud you don't have to,” Raph reassured, patting him once on the head. 

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. Only to add, “It just means you aren't the better trick or treater after all and a scaredy shell.” he shrugged, looking quite proud of himself. “But y’know, no biggie.” 

“Leo!” Raph and April both snapped at the same time Mikey yelled, offended, “I'm not a scaredy shell!”

“What?! I said it wasn't a big deal.” Leo’s innocent grin did nothing to dissuade the two oldest, if anything it only made them glare harder. 

“I'm not a scaredy shell,” Mikey repeated, puffing out his cheeks like a chipmunk. An adorable kitten-turtle chipmunk. “I-I could get the candy if I wanted to.”

“Oh yeah, prove it,” Leo said, tone landing somewhere between joking and challenging, leaving Mikey firmly in the middle of the two. He decided he didn't like either one. 

Mikey looked back at the house, towering and menacing. He looked at the gravestones. At the stranger sitting on the steps, waiting. At the bowl of candy. He let out a breath through his nose before saying, “Fine”-

-and took off running. 

“Mikey!” four voices yelled behind him but he didn't focus on them. 

He didn't focus on the gravestones lining the path either or the fear pounding loud in his eardrums or the horrifying man he was running straight for, because all of those things would lead to him chickening out. 

So he just kept running.

He was at the steps much faster than it felt, time getting weird and wonky thanks to the panic coursing through Mikey’s veins. The next few seconds happened almost in slow motion as Mikey reached a hand into the bowl, grabbing the first piece of candy he could, only for Leo to then grab him, wrapping both arms around his waist. Raph appeared next, grabbing both of them, and that was when the stranger turned. 

He moved towards them in an awkward, jerky manner, eyes blinking red and a haunting laugh bellowing from deep in his throat. Mikey shrieked, as did his two brothers, terror freezing him in place as he looked deep into the stranger’s horrible glowing eyes, nearly going limp with fear. 

He felt Raph start to scoop him up off the ground- snapping him out of his trance- and in the split second Mikey had to react he grabbed the entire bowl of candy. Then he and Leo were both whisked over Raph’s shoulders as the snapper turned tail and ran. 

From his position Mikey watched as the stranger waved a clawed hand around the exact place Mikey had just been, still laughing maniacally as he did. Mikey gulped and buried his head in the soft fur of his brother’s costume so he wouldn’t have to see anymore. 

There was yelling and screaming and general panicking from his brothers and pseudo-sister as they fled the scene, Mikey not daring to look up until Raph finally came to a stop a few blocks away from the house. April and Donnie caught up with them a moment later, panting and gasping for air, so his big brother must have left them in a trail of dust in his haste to get away.

They all took a moment to just catch their breath, Mikey and Leo still held in Raph’s gentle grip, the box turtle feeling his heart pounding against his ribcage painfully. 

But then someone laughed. A giggle. From Leo of all people. 

Mikey and the others all looked at him like he had six heads, but Leo just kept laughing. “We did it! We survived!” he suddenly shouted, grinning bright. 

And then Raph snorted and started laughing too. And then April started in with her own giggles. And then Donnie. And surprisingly even Mikey started to chuckle a little. It really couldn't be helped since Leo’s laughter was more contagious than the rat flu. 

Surprisingly though, Mikey started to feel relief from all the sudden laughter and it steadily grew in volume, all the worry and stress just melting off of him in waves. Soon everyone was laughing hysterically, wiping tears from their eyes and clutching sore stomachs. 

“That was terrifying!” Mikey shouted, between gasps for air.

“I don't think I've ever been more scared of anything in my life!” Raph added, smiling big and dumb. 

“Then why are we laughing?” Donnie asked cluelessly, trying to reign in the giggle fit.

“That's the magic of Halloween, dude!” April exclaimed wistfully. “Sometimes it's fun to get scared!” 

Mikey wasn't sure about that- he would probably get a few nightmares from this- but April was almost never wrong so he figured he'd take her word for it. 

“Did you manage to score any candy, Mike?” Raph asked and Mikey nodded. 

“Actually I managed to grab…” Mikey proudly held the bowl high over his head like a trophy. “All of them!” 

There were whoops and screams and congratulations from the others, even Leo surprisingly cheering for his little brother. The slider stood up in Raph’s arms, one foot perched on his shoulder and a hand raised in a dramatic hero pose, which only looked hilarious since he was still dressed as a unicorn. 

“Oh yeah! Take that you ugly, mask-wearing jerk!” Leo declared triumphantly, causing the others to start laughing again.

“Sooo does this mean I’m the better trick or treater, after all,” Mikey asked cheekily. 

That seemed to remind Leo of the earlier incident, eyes flashing with regret while the rest of him stayed frozen and unresponsive. He flopped back down in Raph’s arms, trying to hide his flush of embarrassment as he picked at a loose string from his big bro’s costume. “Um, yeah, maybe.”

“Maybe?” Raph pressed, shaking Leo once in his arms to try and encourage more out of him. 

Leo frowned, but finally relented. “Alright, fine. Yes. You might be a little better than me at this one thing.” 

Mikey beamed, pride swelling big and golden in his chest. That’s all he’d wanted to hear. 

The group decided to head back to the Lair after that, eager to enjoy their spoils of a successful night of trick or treating. April excitedly put on her favorite spooky movie, which Mikey was hesitant about until he saw the animation which April called “claymation”. It was really cool and unique and Mikey spent most of the movie just watching the way the characters and things moved, wondering if he could ever replicate it.

But then he felt a tap on the shoulder and reluctantly shifted eyes away from the screen and onto his blue brother. Leo was blushing, his cheeks nearly the same shade as his stripes, holding out a piece of Mikey’s favorite candy, not from their pile of sweets from the earlier heist but from his very own bucket. 

Mikey grinned and eagerly accepted the gift, before doing the same for Leo, offering a chocolate bar the both of them loved. Leo looked touched, taking the king-sized bar with a lopsided smile. 

Mikey scooted closer so he was leaning against his big brother’s side, finally peeling off the wrapper and devouring the whole bar in two bites. Leo wrapped an arm around him, absentmindedly eating his own snack and watching the movie. 

Mikey cuddled closer, resting his cheek against his brother’s shell, and grabbed another candy from the pile, settling in for a long night of spooky movies with his family.

Yep, Halloween really was the best.

[jerzwriter]

Holiday Fics Sneak Peek

I'm working on a bunch of holiday fics, so I'd give a little sneak peek. It's too late for a Sunday Six, but rules are for breaking! 😊

🌟Art credits: Top row and first photo on the bottom row - @/artbyainna (IG), second two on the bottom row @rosefuckinggenius 🌟

Open Heart - Ethan x Kaycee, Tobias x Casey, Jess x Casey Crimes of Passion - Trystan x Carolina Wake the Dead - Eli x Zoe

Casey & Jessica

Casey watched as her girlfriend furtively gnawed on her pen from across the room. The tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree atop her kitchen table not providing the cover Jess had hoped for.

“Babe,” Casey called out, but Jess was far too lost in thought to hear.

Before the week ended, she needed to ace three exams and pack for their Christmas getaway. While that sort of pressure would get to most people, Jessica Philips wasn’t most people; Casey knew there had to be more on her mind. Crossing the room, she placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate before her girlfriend, then whisked a strand of her long red hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Are you going to tell me? Or do I need to tickle it out of you?”

Tobias & Casey

“Casey!” Tobias yelled from the end of the hallway, his arms flailing wildly to get his wife’s attention. “Case!”

The smile on her face broadened as she raced toward him. “You’ve got a spot!” she beamed.

“I do! We have never used this spot in hide and seek... not once! Are they all down for naps?”

“They are! I figure we have at least twenty minutes before one of them wakes up.”

“Then you better get moving.”

Tobias & Casey 2

“Can you believe this,” Casey beamed as she pulled a sweater over the giggling little girl on her lap. “A holiday Christmas card... a family holiday Christmas card!”

“Are you disappointed?” Tobias asked with a sarcastic grin.

“Nope. But sometimes, I’m still shocked. How did we end up here?”

With an exaggerated sigh, he took Samantha from Casey’s lap. “I guess I’ll have to explain it to you, Mrs. Carrick.”

Ethan & Kaycee

“Kaycee, I don’t know why you subjected yourself to this,” Jackie griped. “Why didn’t you just come with Ramsey? He has a car, and you wouldn’t have to worry about the run-in factor with us here.”

“I’d have to worry about a different run-in factor,” Kaycee reminded. “Remember, we’re trying to keep the fact that we’re dating lowkey until I finish my residency. Something about us strolling through the mall together Christmas shopping might tip some people off.”

“Yeah, especially with that doe-eyed look you get on your face when he’s around,” Sienna teased.

“And he has that slightly less disgusted with the world look on his,” Elijah added. “I see Kaycee’s point. A dead giveaway.”

Ethan & Kaycee 2

An hour earlier, and she wouldn’t have heard the bells chime when the door opened. But things had settled down; most people were already home with family and friends, precisely where she wanted to be. She turned around with a huff, but the look of annoyance evaporated from the pretty brunette’s face when she saw who entered.

“Well, well, well,” she sang. “What brings you in?”

The steely look Ethan shot would have terrified most, but she merely smiled.

“Shopping... of course.”

“Nothing like last minute,” she mocked.

“Yeah, well... I had no intention of being here.”

Trystan & Carolina

Trystan put the car in park. A spot right in front of Carolina’s apartment? On the streets of New York City? It was clearly it was a Christmas Eve miracle. He turned to Carolina, who had been much quieter than usual on the ride home.

“Hey,” he said, tenderly brushing her moonlit cheek. “Are you sure you’re OK with this? Staying in, just the two of us? It’s not too late for us to go to....”

“No,” Carolina interrupted, reaching to take his hand in hers. “A quiet night together... just you and me... that’s exactly what I want.”

Eli & Zoe

Eli opened the door quietly, unsure if Zoe was still asleep. Seeing the darkened room, he believed she was, so he gingerly placed the plate of cookies he managed to sneak away from Troy on top of an end table. While the sound was nearly inaudible, it was still enough to make her stir.

"Eli," she said groggily. "Why are you up here?"

Lifting the covers, he slid next to her, wrapping a protective arm around her.

"Because you're up here."

"But it's the winter celebration! You love this."

@choicesficwriterscreations

[taylorrepdetective]

Since you like to say you’re always right, tell us what is next. You say you don’t make predictions, but you actually do, even if you don’t call them that.

Ok so I’m absolutely not always right. There have been some really big things I’ve been wrong about and a lot of small things too. And what I learned from that is to keep an open mind, and when I’m wrong about something, to figure out why I got it wrong and shift my world view in some ways to try to understand and guess better the next time. But it’s not even really about being able to guess. It’s about understanding when things happen. It is fun to be right on a guess though, when that happens.

The biggest thing I’ve learned, and luckily I learned it pretty early on in my time in this space, is that trying to figure out the timing something big will happen is absolutely a fools errand. And another thing to avoid is trying to come up with the exact, specific way Taylor (or others in her cinematic universe) will do something to get a point across. Like I can predict she will try to get a point across (set up a timeline, create a narrative, shore up a brand point) but I cannot predict exactly how or when she’ll do it. I also can predict she’ll set something up but then she never does. That’s because I think of lots of options. Some happen, some don’t. So this is the kind of thing I’m often wrong about. But I see them and always try to present them as options, not predictions. And if one of the options I think of happens, I have already spent time thinking about it, so it already makes sense to me.

I don’t know what’s next. She could drop TS11 at midnight. She could break up with Travis tomorrow, or announce her engagement next week. But I do not think any of those things is likely.

So here’s the closest thing you’ll ever get to me making a specific, timed prediction, because to me it seems quite clear:

What I do think is likely is that her jet will go to KC, ✅she’ll go to the game on Sunday✅, and her jet will then leave KC sometime between next Tuesday✅ and next Thursday. Why? Because it’s a home game, and she likes to go to home games and get the exposure and publicity that comes with that. She is working really hard at becoming an icon in KC, seem like her relationship is very serious for those who want to believe it’s serious, and she wants to shore up that relationship by spending time with him, his family, and his friends (also KC icons - the Mahomes mostly.)✅ All of this is so important to the story she’s creating. However, she won’t stay long ✅because that’s been her pattern. She also seems to be establishing that she also has her own busy, fabulous life✅ (she’s bejeweled and he lets her be✅) and when he’s busy with his football week (generally Tuesday-Sunday) he doesn’t have much time for her and she has her own life.✅This gives her the opposite option of the relationship being very serious. In other words it gives her an easy out for it to end. And Wednesday is her birthday. So she’ll either stay till Tuesday ✅and we’ll see or hear about birthday celebrations Sunday night/Monday, ✅then she’ll head out for further birthday celebrations with her other friends and family✅, or her jet will stay through her birthday, solidifying the seriousness of the relationship. But she will leave KC.✅ And then she’ll probably go to the game on Dec 17 in Boston✅. Why? Because it is a short hop from NYC, she has a huge fanbase there✅ and can expand it and shore it up, the patriots are bad so a win is likely✅, but they are a very popular team, so viewership (publicity) will be high✅. After that? Well she’s likely to spend more time in NYC✅/Nashville. Then she will probably go to the Christmas Day game in KC✅. This is a huge opportunity to “take the relationship to the next level” by spending the holidays together ✅, something the public absolutely loves to see and will further fuel the “engaged by the end of the year, after the Super Bowl at the latest” fire. Hopefully we’ll get something reputation-related for new years❌, so the extra publicity will help with that. Additionally all of this corresponds with the Eras film being released to streaming, another huge money making opportunity for her, and her attendance is an ad for the film.

After the new year, there will be some huge games with high viewership. They will be playing for playoff seeding. Then they almost assuredly will be in the playoffs✅. She will go to those games✅, which have even higher viewership, and will give her more free marketing for reputation and eras movie and anything else we don’t know about. After that, it will depend on how deep they go into the playoffs. They are no longer favored to be in the Super Bowl, but it is still a strong possibility✅. We all now know she can fly across the world after a concert to attend an event (she flew to the US during her time in SA, planned to a second time but couldn’t because of the events in Rio, and flew to London for 24 hrs for bey). The precedent has been set for her to fly from Tokyo to Las Vegas for the Super Bowl. ✅There is no bigger stage than the Super Bowl (outside of the World Cup final, if you’re thinking internationally.) The free marketing potential there is something that would be very hard for her to pass up. And if Travis isn’t playing, Jason’s team might be, and they can go together to support him. Imagine the potential of travlor in a suite together with mama and papa kelce cheering on a retiring Jason❌✅ . And even if neither of them are in the game, they could still all go together and stand in a suite as a big happy family in front of an audience of 115 million Americans. Why wouldn’t she do this?✅

Will all that happen for sure? Of course not. But you can see the logic, right? Will there be other things that happen that I haven’t thought of? Most likely.✅ I don’t actually have a crystal ball. What kinds of things could derail this? Well there’s always the possibility of the black swan, but a more likely scenario is they lose again against a team they should beat✅ and/or Travis has another bad game✅. There is a real danger of people turning on her as a distraction ✅and I think they have their fingers on the pulse of this very closely. As long as KC keeps winning, and there’s a good chance they will win the rest of their games, all will be smooth❌✅.

Also I am not even thinking beyond February. I have one interesting thought about it, but it’s just too speculative to even mention here. But as we move through the next two months, I’ll get clues to be able to guess at what will happen after she goes back on tour after the Super Bowl✅. And if I’m wrong about all of this, which I may very well be because she is notoriously unpredictable sometimes, I will simply take it as a learning opportunity to understand her better.✅

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Snowfall At Magvel University (A Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones Modern AU Holiday Fanfic)

“Look Lyon, its snowing!” Ephraim said, peering through the curtains of their shared dorm room’s window.

Lyon took a moment to make one more quick annotation before closing his book and crossing the room to see what Ephraim was witnessing. “Well, thats quite a sight, isn’t it?” Lyon said, taking in the soft snowfall over the campus of Magvel University. Lyon Grado and Ephraim Renais had been instant friends upon meeting during their first year in college, alongside Ephraim’s twin sister Eirika. The three of them were an odd bunch, but hardly ever were seen apart. Lyon went to all Ephraim’s rugby games despite knowing nothing of sports. And Ephraim listened to Lyon go on for hours about gothic literature and his studies of the occult. Eirika would knit scarves for the boys in between her tennis tournaments, and kept Ephraim out of fights and always made sure Lyon was invited to the college parties.

“Did you cast a spell for this to happen? Or is this pure luck?” Ephraim asked Lyon jokingly.

“Ahhhh. See, I thought about casting a storm spell but last time i did that a hurricane hit Ireland, so this? This is just luck.” Lyon laughed.

“We should meet up with the girls and Innes tonight, since its Christmas Eve.” Ephraim suggested, stepping away from the window and pulling on a sweater Eirika had knit him last year. His muscles made it hard for him to fit in the shoulder width of most store bought sweaters so it helped having a sister with a love for craft projects.

“Innes….?” Lyon said hesitantly. “Innes Frellia.”

“Yes. Why, nervous he’ll make fun of your haircut again? I can always beat him up if he’s rude to you again.” Ephraim offered, recalling past parties.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it… well. Maybe he did, but being a homeless emo loser isn’t that bad of an insult. He could’ve said worse.” Lyon said softly, rummaging through a chest at the foot of the bed for his coat.

“HE CALLED YOU A HOMELESS EMO LOSER??????” Ephraim said a little louder than he meant to.

Lyon blushed. “Ephraim. It’s alright, ok?”

“No, no. It’s not alright. Innes is a jerk for saying that. I thought he was poking fun in good faith, now that i hear exactly what he said I am NOT inviting him to our Christmas party.”

“Really? I dont want to exclude someone… but i guess it would be best for the environment of the festivities.” Lyon said carefully, finally finding his dark charcoal grey Burberry coat. He pulled it on over his sweater. Lyon Grado may truly have been emo, but his family had money, and occasionally (when trying to impress Eirika) he’d don a more lavish ensemble. Not that he thought Eirika valued money over anything, as the Renais family had plenty. But he did think the Burberry coat drew attention away from his frail figure.

“Alright, lets go meet up with Eirika and L’arachel. They have the nicest dorms anyway.” Ephraim said, holding the door open for Lyon.

………………………………………………………………………………………

When they arrived at Eirika and L’arachel’s dorm, they were greeted by the two girls and immediately pulled inside with excitement.

“WOW! You look great, Lyon! Here let me take your coat.” Eirika said. At first Lyon resisted the idea, but upon seeing the blushing radiance in Eirika’s cheeks, he took it off. She put the coat on a hook by the door, then hugged him, nearly knocking him off his feet. Lyon hugged her back, stuttering an apology for almost toppling. After their embrace parted, Eirika hugged Ephraim.

“Remind me to make you a new sweater, ok? You’ve worn that one out, Ephraim!” Eirika said teasingly.

Ephraim shrugged, making his way to inside to the stack of pillows on the floor where he took a seat by the mini fake Christmas tree. Larachel was focusing heavily on putting lights in it while Lyon’s friend Knoll (an unexpected guest) was “cooking” in the mini kitchen and complaining about the crap microwave.

“So! Eirika, I uhhh….” got you something… for Yule.” Lyon said softly.

“You shouldn’t have!” Eirika gasped as Lyon pulled out a pair of garnet dangle earrings in a clear box he had wrapped with a gold bow. “Well, I got you something too Lyon… but I’m not sure you’ll like it as much as i love these earrings!”

Lyon blinked. “Don’t worry, Eirika! I’m sure it’s beautiful.” Lyon brushed a strand of Eirika’s turquoise hair out of her face.

“Jusht kish alrbready-“ Ephraim said through a mouthful of Christmas cookie.

Lyon nearly choked on his saliva.

Eirika shot Ephraim a scolding look before making sure Lyon didn’t pass out from embarrassment.“Ephraim, chew and then speak. And its not very polite to say things like that.”

Ephraim rolled his eyes, swallowing the cookie. “Ok, ok. But I’m curious if you guys will ever stop the flirting stage and move on to the actually dating phase?” he frowned.

“Shouldn’t you be more of a big protective ‘you’re not good enough for my twin sister’ type of guy?” L’arachel chimed in, adjusting the star on the fake tree.

“Lyon’s a good guy. He’s my best friend. I trust he’d take care of Eirika. Besides, its obvious they have feelings for each other. Just ask Eirika what she got Lyon for Christmas!”

Eirika blushed a deep tomato red color. “I…. I…. It’s improper to bring up stuff like this in a public setting. So thanks, brother.”

Lyon was dying with curiosity to know what Ephraim was alluding to.

Eirika grabbed Lyon by the wrist and tugged him outside the dorm, shoving the door closed. She then pulled a gilded old fashioned pen out of her pocket. “I wanted to give you this… its a pen that once belonged to your favorite gothic author, Mary Shelley. May you write all the dark stuff you like to your hearts content….” Eirika said. “But really thats not the gift i wanted to give you. Well, not all of it.” She closed her eyes, and leaned into Lyon, pressing her body up against his until he backed into a wall from the impact. She opened her mouth and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Lyon let out a soft sigh, hands tangling in Eirika’s long aquamarine locks. Eirika kissed him again and again, then pulled away just long enough to whisper “Merry Christmas Lyon. If you’d have me, I’d love to be your girlfriend…. And eventually more.”

Lyon’ eyes widened. “Y-you…l-love me?”

Eirika nodded. “Ephraim and I talked about it and he gave us his blessing.”

Lyon looked shocked. “So you knew i loved you like that… all this time?”

“Yes. Now lets go inside and make it official with some hot cocoa and cuddling, you know?” Eirika suggested, dragging Lyon back inside the dorm.

“SOOOOOOOOOO. Did you tell him?” Ephraim teased. “Are my precious sister and best friend now dating?”

“Yes!” Eirika and Lyon said simultaneously, unable to contain their elation.

“Good. Now that thats settled, lets get on and play some festive games!” Knoll said, handing hot cocoa out to everyone who was seated on the pillows arranged in a circle on the floor.

The rest of the night was spent laughing and with lots of good cheer. Lyon turned out to be amazing at cards, and Ephraim and Eirika were an unstoppable duo when it came time for charades. The snow fell and the moon rose above the university. All was well, and in that moment, there was nothing but joy to be had.

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“The Thing I Miss The Most” - Ronniecoln fanfiction, 2k words

Hey everyone! I’ve been off Tumblr a lot recently due to school and personal life issues, but my dumbass is finally back, and I have this to share! I’ve been thinking about writing a Ronniecoln fic for quite a while now since I can never find any good ones, so here it is! I may write more fics in the future for different shows and books, depends on how much energy I’ll have and how much I’ll hyperfixate

Anyways, enjoy this fic!

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It was a relaxing evening at Green Lakes City. The sky was clear of clouds as a warm glow covered the streets and buildings around the area. While waiting for the sun to set down, the two friends were sitting in the park, chatting about whatever they desired.

"I'm telling you, it was huge! Lisa hasn't made an explosion this big since Christmas!" Lincoln threw his hands to the sides, trying to convey how large the outburst was.

"So that's why Vanzilla broke down when you were next to us on Christmas eve?" Ronnie Anne asked, giggling before asking the question.

"Well… not exactly. I'll tell you about that some other time." Lincoln rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, figuring he should keep that part a secret. 

"That's another story to the list, I guess." She joked again "Sometimes I wonder why you even come to visit with all that stuff happening there." 

"Let's just say I have my reasons, don't you worry about it." He joked as well, trying to go alone with her tone. Truth be told, even with everything happening in Royal Woods, he still jumped at every opportunity to go see her, which made him think about that habit more often than he should have. "So what happened with the sloth again?" 

"Oh, right!" She remembered the story she was telling before the two of them got sidetracked "So after we found it, Sid insisted we call her mom first to tell her, but then-" Ronnie Anne continued going on about her story again, but with no matter how much he tried to focus, Lincoln's mind drifted somewhere else.

When Ronnie Anne just moved away from Royal Woods, Lincoln thought he was gonna be fine with it. Sure, it may have felt a little different, but it was bound to happen. That change was going to start one way or another, and he was going to be there for her whenever she needed it. To be frank, he didn't expect to feel the way he did.

Back when Ronnie Anne still lived there, his relationship with her was constantly changing. They started out as a sort of enemies, which turned into a weird friendship, that then became genuine care for each other. But even then, he didn't think much of it. Not until she was gone.

Things started to feel different. There was no prank during sloppy joe Thursday, or anyone to call him 'Lame-O' whenever he passed by his locker, or even the presence of someone flying by him on a skateboard after school, waving to him afterwards.

Soon enough, Lincoln started to miss things about Ronnie Anne he didn't even think he noticed before. He missed seeing her pass by his house on her way to the skate park during the weekend, or how her smile grew bigger as soon as they got out of school. He missed hearing her laugh after he said something unbelievably dorky or whenever they were watching cat videos together. He missed the tough yet caring attitude she had whenever bandging him up after he made a fool out of himself while skating. It didn't take long for him to realize that he didn't just miss all those little things about her, he missed her.

To him, Royal Woods just wasn't the same without Ronnie Anne. He wanted to go see her so often because she was the missing piece in his puzzle. The person he grew to cherish. 

But on the other hand, Ronnie Anne seems to do just fine in her new place.

While Lincoln was feeling sad and gloomy about her being away, Ronnie Anne thrived in the new and exciting metropolis. While she took time getting used to the big family life, she grew to love it and enjoy the chaotic moments with her energetic and affectionate relatives. Her abuelos were always keeping everyone in check, her tío and tía were showering her with new knowledge and tears of love every time, her primos were all loveable and fun in their own way, her mom and brother could finally spend more time with her, her dad even moved there to be a part of her life again.

Not only that, but Ronnie Anne found a friend group quicker than expected. Unsurprisingly, the big city is full of rugged and cool kids just like her, and despite the initial worry, she connected with them super well. Heck, she even found herself a new best friend, who had way more cool knowledge and energy. Ronnie Anne clicked with her almost on the spot, and they are even neighbors, so they spend every day together enjoying the suburbs and streets to the fullest. 

Moving to the city changed Ronnie Anne as a person, anyone who knew her from before could tell that, especially Lincoln. Her distant and annoyed personality faded away once she was able to start a new page and leave the 'toughest girl' persona behind for good.

Lincoln didn't wanna be a bad friend about it. He knew life in Royal Woods wasn't exactly treating her well, and living in Green Lakes was what she deserves because it made her a happier person. He's glad she found a place she feels better in, but despite the constant reminders in his head, he couldn't help but miss their times in Royal Woods, just a little. With everything she has there, maybe she just… doesn't miss him, like he misses her. If they hadn't talked on a daily basis, maybe she would've forgotten about him by now. Maybe he's just not interesting like the city and people around, maybe she–

"Linc? Lincoln? Are you okay?" 

Suddenly, the concerned and caring voice pulled him back to reality, and he remembered where he was and what he should've been thinking about this whole time. He looked at her after realizing his train of thoughts, noticing the look of confusion and worry on her face.

"Lincoln, are you okay? Were you listening to what I saying?" Ronnie Anne asked, trying to figure out what caused the expression on Lincoln's face.

"Oh-- Yeah, yeah! I'm good! Sorry, I was just thinking! About…. Stuff." Lincoln responded with a nervous demeanor, hoping his spacing out didn't seem like a big issue. 

Despite the uncertain answer, Ronnie Anne didn't seem to be convinced.

"Are you sure?" She asked again, dropping the previous conversation "What's on your mind? Maybe I can help or something." 

"I– It's–" Lincoln tried to think of an excuse or a better explanation to this, before his train of thoughts took him to another ride. What reason does he have not to tell her? They had personal and deep conversations before, they opened up to each other about things, and besides, she's his best friend. The worst he'll get out of this is a confused response and a laugh, and the best is a genuine answer, so he has nothing to lose.

He thought about it for another second or two, before finally biting the bullet. 

"Well… I just have a question for you, if you're cool with answering and everything." 

"Huh?" She looked at him with confusion at first, but shrugged off as the calm smile returned to her face "Sure, so what's going on?" 

"Well, it's just something that crossed my mind and you're totally free to not answer if you don't want to, but… what do you miss most about Royal Woods?" He tried asking in a casual tone to the best of his abilities, but inside, he was really hoping for some sort of answer.

"Oh, well, I can answer that." She said, with a thoughtful look on her face "I guess the first thing is my room. I mean, don't get me wrong, the room I have now is great, but I had more space in Royal Woods. And also peace. You can't exactly skateboard indoors in our apartment." 

Lincoln tried to keep a high spirit as he listened to her, but his storm of thoughts pulled him back inside. Maybe she didn't think about it like he did. Maybe she just has it better out here, with all those new people.

"I miss flippees too. No matter what drinks we have here, they just can't top that flavor."  

Maybe he was being delusional when he hoped for a different answer. Maybe she just doesn't miss– 

"And also… someone." 

"Huh?"

That answer stopped his storm of thoughts at once. Someone? 

"Wait, someone?" 

"Yeah, it's a person who's really important to me." Ronnie Anne spoke as the smile on her face grew bigger, as if hinting at something. "He's kind of a dork, but he was there for me even when I couldn't always be for him. I guess he's just really special in my opinion." 

"Really?" Lincoln asked, dumbfounded at the new person she mentioned. Who is that? Maybe a family member? Or a friend he didn't know about? "Wait, who is that person?" He asked, having no idea on who she's talking about.

However, at that question, Ronnie Anne laughed, making him even more confused.

"You seriously don't know?" 

"No? Who is it???" 

His confusion got one more laugh out of her, before the genuine smile of hers came to the surface.

"Lincoln, it's you." 

Huh?

Lincoln stopped almost instantly. It's  him? He's that important person? That doesn't make sense. Not with all the amazing people she has in her life now.

"Me? But that– that doesn't make any sense," he started speaking now, as if letting all of his thoughts speak up and speak loud "I mean- You have all those amazing people now, and Royal Woods isn't all that special in comparison, and I'm not even that important! So why you–" 

"Linc, you're you. That's what makes you so important." Ronnie Anne looked at him for a moment, shutting him up as the sparkle in her eyes was noticeable as the sun washed over her. She looked away, the calm smile on her face always remaining. 

"Royal Woods wasn't that special to me because I was always lonely there, but it's thanks to you that things actually changed. If it was anyone else, they probably would've stopped talking to me after a day or two because of who I was, but you still stuck by me even when I wasn't the best person around, and it was thanks to you I was able to learn a ton of stuff about myself and other people,  and I don't think I would've been doing as great as I am now without you around. So even if you don't think you're something special, well…." 

Her hand was suddenly resting on his as he looked up at her in genuine surprise, seeing her caring smile directed at him once more.

"You'll always be special to me." 

With that one sentence, all of Lincoln's worries seemed to disappear on a whim. The voice of Ronnie Anne kept echoing in his head as he felt his burning up, was he blushing? Well, whatever it was, it didn't matter. He felt like he could stay in this moment forever, overwhelmed with happiness and butterflies in his stomach.

Before he knew it, Ronnie Anne pulled away and gave him a light punch on the arm, giving her usual laugh to go along with it.

"Man, I was really cheesy there. You gotta let me know when I get lost with words like some sappy person." 

Lincoln nodded slowly for a moment, still thinking about the moment from before, but her laughter did nothing but contribute to his growing grin, and his cheeks heating up, of course. He may have felt as if his face was on fire, but something in him just couldn't recognize anything else but his dear friend next to him and the growing fluttery feeling inside him as he laughed along. 

"Well, I'll try, but no promises!" He joked one more time, before realizing how much time had passed. "Oh, look! The sun is setting down!" 

"Huh?" She turned around to see the orange glow beginning to fade, saying in surprise "Oh, nice!", before turning to face the lovely scene.

Lincoln turned to face the sun as well, but as he rested his head on his arms and knees, he turned away for just a moment.

Ronnie Anne, despite everything they went through, was still there, right next to him. Her smile glowed in the fading light, and her eyes sparkled at the sunset in joy. The tingly feeling in his stomach returned, and Lincoln couldn't help but look at her in a fond smile.

Maybe he should tell her there is someone special in his life too. Someday.

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Theatricality (School Sets)

Tina is dressed in total goth look and Figgins look at her with rage in his eyes.

Tina: Am I in trouble?

Will: Come on. You’ve got more self-esteem than that. I think this might have something to do with your perfect attendance last semester.

Figgins: No. Miss Cohen-Chang is in trouble. It has come to my attention that the look you sport is what is known as goth.American teens are coming down with a serious case of Twilight fever, transformed from normal children into vampires obsessed with the occult. And only yesterday, this dark specter reared its head at McKinley High.

Flash Back - Lockers-Lauren and a clique of « Team Edward and Jacob »,Jacob Ben Israel

Some girls are in front of the lockers with Team Edward and Team Jacob T-shirts.

Lauren: This is totally going to get Robert Pattinson's attention.

Hissing

Jacob: Oh, hey. (Girls roaring and screaming jump on him) Oh, dear God!

End of Flash Back

Will: I don’t mean to state the obvious, but you do know that vampires aren’t real, right? They don’t exist.

Figgins: William, denial will not make this problem go away!

Tina: My parents won’t even let me watch Twilight. My mom says she thinks Kristin Stewart seems like a bitch.

Figgins: This is a serious problem! Miss Cohen-Chang, you’ve got to find yourself another style of dress!

Will: Hold on a second. Tina is shy and one way she’s found to express herself is through her clothes. High school is an incredibly important time when kids get to explore who they are. When I was in high school, I had a whole year where I dressed exactly like Kurt Cobain. I mean, come on. There has to be someone who you used to dress like.

Figgins: Yes. For several years in my early 20s, I dressed up as Elvis. But he was a Christian, Will! And he did not possess the ability to transform into a bat!

Tina (whispering to Will): I think he believes vampires are real.

Will: I think you’re right.

Figgins: Studies have shown that a strict dress code fosters a safe and stable learning environment with fewer instances of gang violence and vampirism. So, if I see you dressed in lacy demon clothes again, Tina Cohen-Chang, (pounds desk) You will be suspended! 

—–—–

In the Choir Room, All the Glee Club and Mr Schue looked at  Tina changed her look and wears a jogging that looks like pajamas.

Artie: It’s so weird.

Finn: This so isn't you.

Tina: I feel like an Asian Branch Davidian.

Will: Tina, are there any other looks you can try?

Santana: Biker chick? (Tina puts her thumb down showing she doesn’t agree)

Finn: Cowgirl?

Mercedes: Hood rat.

Quinn: Computer programmer.

Britanny: Cross-country skier.

Puck: Catholic schoolgirl.

Britanny: Happy Meal, no onions. Or a chicken.

Tina: Look, I appreciate it, guys,but it just isn’t me. I know who I am, and I’m not allowed to show it. It’s like communism.

Rachel (showing up in the room): Guys, we have a serious problem. You know how I’ve been doing some deep background on Vocal Adrenaline?

Artie: Isn’t that against the rules?

Rachel: No, not at all. Or probably. Whatever! Anyway, what I figured out; I rooted through the Dumpsters behind the Carmel auditorium and I found 18 empty boxes of Christmas lights.

Tina: Oh, no.

Rachel: Which led me to Joelle Fabrics. I asked them about red Chantilly lace. They were sold out.

Mercedes: Oh, sweet Jesus.

Kurt: Oh, my.

Will: Wait, what?

Kurt: They’re doing Gaga.

Mercedes: That’s it. It’s over.

Rachel: Exactly.

Kurt: We should have guessed it. They’re going for full-out theatricality. They know it’s the easiest way to beat us. Damn them.

Puck: What’s up with this Gaga dude? He just, like, dresses weird,right? Like Bowie?

Rachel scoffs

Kurt (aggresive to Puck): Lady Gaga is a woman. She’s only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She’s boundary-pushing, the most theatrical performer of our generation. And she changes her look faster than Brit changes sexual partners.

Britanny: That’s true.

Artie: It makes sense that Vocal Adrenaline would pay homage. It's a brilliant move. She’s a perfect fit for them.

Will: Hold on a second. We might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. We can help Tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals. This week, your assignment : Gaga.

The girls and Kurt are gasping and murmuring, the guys don’t seem as happy as them of the week challenge.

Rachel: Pens, we need pens. My ideas just come to me.

Will: Uh, my office. Right there.

Rachel: I’m brainstorming. It’s coming.

–—–—

Finn knocks on the door to Will’s office. 

Will: Oh, hey, Finn, come on in. (He enters) I’m learning all this amazing stuff about Lady Gaga. She’s got this thing called the "Haus of Gaga" which is like this collective of artists and designers who collaborate on, on her styles and stage sets and her music. I think it’s an exciting model for what we could be doing in Glee Club.

Finn: Yeah, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I don’t want to do Lady Gaga. And I suspect that... with the exception of Kurt... that none of the other guysare gonna want to do it either. I just feel like we’re always doing whatever the girls want us to do.

Will: Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I haven’t been listening to you guys hard enough. So let’s find a solution.

Finn: Well, I, uh, I actually already have one.

—––—

Quinn was annoyed by Puck by what he just told her. 

Puck: You’re wrong. It’s a really good name. It’s a rock star name.

Quinn: You want to name our daughter"Jack Daniels" ? She’s a girl !

Puck: Okay, fine, whatever. Jackie Daniels.

Quinn: The name is not the point. I told you this.I’m giving up the baby so I don’t  have to do this with you. This is good for you. Now you can go off and be a rock star yourself.

Kurt and Tina entered the school, wearing outfits that Lady Gaga have wore before. 

Tina: I love wearing champagne bubbles! I get to express a whole different side of myself! Because even though I’m painfully shy and obsessed with death, I’m a really effervescent person.

Karofsky and Azimio push them against the lockers but Kurt disagrees.

Kurt: Excuse me! Were you dropped on your heads?!

Karofsky: What was that?

Kurt: I think you heard me. I’m just saying. Pick on me - that’s fine - but don’t throw around a girl.

Kurt : I think you heard me. I’m just saying. Pick on me that’s fine, but don’t throw around a girl.

Azimio: Well, you know, lately, we haven’t been able to tell the difference. We’re not gaga for Gaga.

Karofsky: You dress all freaky, and then you rub it in everybody's faces. I don’t want to look at it all day! It’s weird. It makes my eyes tired.

Azimio: If you want to switch it up a bit, just go from Gap to Banana Republic.

Kurt: It’s called being theatrical. We’re showing off who you are. It’s the same thing you do when you go to school with your football uniforms on. You’re expressing yourself, and we have every right to do the same.

Azimio: Well, you know what? The next time you want to express yourself a little like a circus freak, don’t be shocked when my fist (shocks the locker with his fist) feels like expressing itself against your chin! Okay? Knock that crazy fool crepe-paper nonsense offa you.

Karofsky: Let’s go.

Kurt: Yeah, you don’t want to be late for your appointment at Supercuts!

Azimio: Watch your mouth, Hummel!

Karofsky: And you know what, fancy? You don’t need an appointment at Supercuts. They love walk-ins.

—––—–

All the ladies and Kurt were in Lady Gaga iconic outfits as they were all in the choir room. 

Will: Little monsters, take a bow. (He laughs, applauses) All right! Ladies, Kurt, I am really, really impressed. Sientete. (They all sat down) You know, you know what the best part is? Each one of those costumes shows off a different aspect of your personalities.

Puck: Wait. Where’s Rachel? I mean, I only noticed because, like five minutes have without her saying something totally obnoxious.

Mercedes: Rachel kinda got some intense news yesterday.

Quinn: We were spying on Vocal Adrenaline, and...

Will (cuting her): You guys, that’s not fair! You gotta stop doing that. But, uh, you know, what, what'd you find out?

Mercedes: Okay, y'all ready? Miss Corcoran, their coach? She’s Rachel’s mom.

Will: Are you serious?

Artie: Way to bury the lead, Mercedes.

Puck: We’re screwed. Rachel's gonna jump ship over to Vocal Adrenaline.

Rachel: Never! (She entered the room in a outfit with stuff animals all over the look.) I really don’t want to talk about it, though. I’m still processing the news. And my dads are moving my therapist to our spare room later this afternoon. All I can know is that I’m not going anywhere, and I’ve chosen a Lady Gaga look that expresses the longing for a childhood I was deprived of.

Britanny: You look terrible. I look awesome.

Mercedes: I think it’s the Kermit the Frog look.

Kurt: And we have a jumper.

Rachel: Well, my dads can’t sew, so these are just stapled on.

Will: Guys, why don’t we worry about this later, and maybe try to focus on the song?

Rachel: Couldn’t agree more. Hit it!

Kurt: Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma, roma-mah-mah Gaga, ooh la la, want your bad romance!

Tina: I want your ugly, I want your disease, I want your everything as long as it’s free. I want your love, Love, love, love. I want your love.

Mercedes: I want your psycho, your vertigo stick. Want you in my rear window, baby, you’re sick

Girl and Kurt: I want your love. Love, love, love, I want your love. I want your love.

Quinn: You know that I want you and you know that I need you. (Kurt: Because I’m a freak, baby!) I want it bad, bad romance.

Girls and Kurt: I want your love and I want your revenge. You and me could write a bad romance. I want your love and all your lover's revenge you and me could write a bad romance. Caught in a bad romance.

Tina: Walk, walk fashion baby, work it, move that thing crazy. (All girls:) Walk, walk fashion baby, work it, move that thing crazy. Walk, walk fashion baby, work it, move that thing crazy Walk, walk passion baby, work it. I’m a freak, baby!

Santana: I want your love and I want your revenge I want your love I don’t want to be friends! Want your bad romance! (Kurt: Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance!

Girls and Kurt: You and me could write a bad romance. I want your love and all your lover's revenge. You and me could write a bad romance (Santana: Want your bad romance) Caught in a bad romance Want your bad romance, want your bad romance. Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah, Roma, roma-mah-mah. Gaga, ooh la la Want your bad romance!

The boys and Schuester all clapped for them. 

–——–

In the boys washroom, Finn is drawing a lighter on his face with a Kohl crayon but Azimio and Karofsky come out from the toilet and caught him with the make up on his face

Karofsky: What up, Finn?

Azimio: What’s that on your face? You got a bad pimple or something?

Karofsky: A Finn-ple?

Azimio and Karofsky laugh

Karofsky: Dude, are you wearing makeup?

Azimio: I knew it was contagious. You moved in with that little Kurt kid, and now you got a bad case of the gay.

Finn: It’s just something for Glee Club, all right?

Karofsky: Oh, well, then it’s (He pushes Finn back) definitely not gay, huh?

Finn (pushing him back): Get out of my way!

Azimio: Man, how many times do we got go through this?! You being a jock and being in this Glee Club does not make you versatile. It makes you bisexual.

Karofsky: And if we have to kick your ass to make you understand that, then our schedules are wide open.

Azimio: Get out of my bathroom. You girls, y'all belong across the hallway. Glee boy!

Karofsky laughs and they both get out of the bathroom leaving Finn ashamed. He sighs. 

—–—–

The girls and Kurt are sitting in the bleachers waiting for the guys to show up their theatricality. Rachel entered the auditorium in a pure Lady Gaga outfit. 

Rachel : Sorry I’m late.

Mercedes : Whoa, looking good, Rachel !

Rachel : Thanks. My mom made it.

Britanny (in the background): Very nice.

Will: Well, we’re all here, so without further ado, I’d like to introduce The Boys!

Artie (from the backstadge): Lima, Ohio, get ready to rock!

The curtains open to see the boys in KISS costume and makeup. Girls laugh and cheer the boys as if they were rockstars.

Finn: Well, the night's begun and you want some fun. Do you think you’re gonna find it? (New Direction Boys: Think you’re gonna find it)

Puck: You got to treat yourself like number one. Do you need to be reminded? (New Direction Boys: Need to be reminded)

Artie (with New Directions Boys): It doesn’t matter what you do or say. Just forget the things that you’ve been told. We can't do it any other way. Everybody's got to rock and...(roll) (Whoo, oh, oh)

Artie, Finn, and Puck with New Direction Boys: Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud, shout it, shout it, shout it out loud.

Finn (New Direction Boys): If you don’t feel good, there’s a way you could. Don’t sit there broken-hearted (Sit there broken hearted). Call all your friends in the neighborhood and get the party started (Get the party started)

Puck with Artie: Don’t let them tell you that there's too much noise They’re too old to really understand. You’ll still get rowdy with the girls and boys, Cause it’s time for you to take a stand

Artie, Finn, and Puck with New Direction Boys: Yeah, yeah Yeah! Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud (Puck: You’ve got to have a party). Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud (Finn: Turn it up louder). Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud (Artie: Everybody shout it, now) Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud (Puck: Oh yeah, yeah). Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud (Finn: I hear it getting louder) Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud (Artie: And everybody shout it now). Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud

Finn and Puck: Nooooo-ohhh! (Artie: Whoaah!)

Will: All right, guys, very impressive. Very, very... loud. (chuckles). But what, uh, what does that performance express? And what do those costumes illustrate?

Mike: We did our research, Mr. Shue.

Puck: Yeah, Finn’s demon look is because Gene Simmons liked comic books as a kid, and they called Paul Stanley the "Star Child" because he was a romantic or something. But that doesn’t really explain my whore lips.

Artie: And my Ace Frehley is supposed to be a spaceman from another planet. Mike's iconic catman is because Peter Criss claimed to have nine lives.

Matt: Yeah, and I’m dressed as the guy who replaced Artie when he quits.

Will: Well, congratulations, guys. Job well done. Let’s give it up for the boys!

The girls all cheer them up.

—–—––

In the hallway, 

Kurt: I thought the boy's KISS number was good, although the lyrics did leave something to be desired.

Tina: And Finn kept sticking his tongue out and I couldn’t stop picturing him licking stuff. It was disturbing.

They’re stopped on their way by Karofsky and Azimio looking angry because of the Gaga's clothes that Kurt and Tina are still wearing.

Karofsky: We warned you.

Azimio: Now Gaga's got to go.

–—

In the choir room...

Kurt: You look like you should be in orbit.

Tina: My balls keep falling off.

Kurt: I’ve been there. (He looks at Finn with anger)

Finn (whispering to Kurt): I want to talk about this.

Kurt (whispering back to him with arrogance): There’s not much to say. I feel sorry for you. I thought you were different.

Finn: I am different.

They are cutting off in their talk by Mr. Schue.

Will: All right, let’s get things started.

Puck: Mr. Shue. There’s something I want to say to Quinn. And I want everybody to hear it.

Will: All right.

Puck (walking into the room): At first I didn’t really get this theatrical assignment, being larger than life and putting it all out there,'cause I’m kind of like that all the time. That’s how my dad was, too. He was too busy being all crazy and rock and roll to be there for his kid. And you know what? I didn’t care that my dad was a badass. I just wanted him to be there. And he never was. And then I learned all this KISS stuff and while Jackie Daniels is a great name for like a powerboat or something, it’s not right for a baby girl. So if my KISS mates will help me out, I got a better idea. Grab a stool, guys.

Puck: Beth I hear you calling, but I can’t come home right now. Me and the boys are playing and we just can’t find the sound. 

Puck with New Directions Boys: Just a few more hours and I’ll be right home to you. I think I hear them calling,  Oh, Beth, what can I do? Beth what can I do?

Finn: You say you feel so empty that our house just ain’t a home. And I’m always somewhere else and you’re always there alone

Finn and Puck with New Directions Boys: Just a few more hours and I’ll be right home to you. I think I hear them calling Oh, Beth, what can I do? Beth what can I do?

Puck: Beth, I know you’re lonely and I hope you’ll be alright. 'Cause me and the boys will be playing all night. All night

Puck (to Quinn): I know you’re giving her up, but before you do, I think you should name her Beth. If you’ll let me, I’d really like to be there when she’s born. I’d really like to meet her.

Quinn nods with tears in her eyes. 

––——–

Will walks into the Choir Room. 

Will: Whoa! Guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?

Artie: It’s the end of the week. We were kinda hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was.

Will: Well, um... You guys have had some great numbers this week, but I’m not totally sure that I know either.

They all laugh.

Tina (coming into the room in her Gothic clothes): I do. I refuse to dress like somebody I’m not to be somebody I’m not. And I learned it’s good to be a little theatrical.

Flash Back :School Corridor - Tina and Figgins

Figgins is going home but runs into Tina who's dressed like a vampire.

Tina: So here’s what’s going to happen. My dad - he’s the king of the vampires. And Asian vampires are the most vicious of all the vampires. You’re going to let me wear my lady demon clothes, or my dad will fly into your bedroom and bite your face off. He’s really pissed. Is that what you want?

Figgins: No, I don’t want that. I’m afraid.

Tina: Good. I’m glad we had this talk. Now I have to go back to my coffin because the light is burning my eyes!

End of Flash Back

All the members of the Glee Club applause and cheer Tina.

Will: There she is.

Artie: Wait. Where’s Kurt and where’s Finn?

Azimio and Karofsky are holding back Kurt against the corridor wall.

Kurt: Fine. You want to hit me? You want to beat me up? Go ahead. But I swear to you. I will never change. I’m proud to be different. It’s the best thing about me. So go ahead, hit me.

Azimio: I believe I will. (To Karofsky) Sir, would you like to go first?

Finn: You’re not hitting anyone.

Kurt: Oh, my God.

Azimio: Is he wearing a red rubber dress or am I tripping?

Finn: I want to thank you, Kurt. I realize I still have a lot to learn, but the reason I’m here right now in a shower curtain, is... Because of you. And I’m not going to let anyone lay a hand on you.

Karofsky : (chuckles) Oh, really, dude ? 'Cause I'm pretty sure we can take both of you.

Puck (following by all the Glee Club): Yeah? But can you take all of us?

Azimio: Okay. Okay, I get it. I took biology. You know what, Karofsky? We done disturbed the freak hive. The worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak.

Karofsky: Next time... We’ll bring some friends, too.

They both leave.

Rachel: I’m tired of everyone calling us freaks.

Mercedes: Take a look at us. We are freaks.

They all laugh.

Finn: But we’re all freaks together. (He looks at Kurt that joins them and responds to the smile his almost brother gives him) And we shouldn’t have to hide it.

Will (clapping): Nice job, Finn. I think you just figured out what the lesson was. Kinda makes me wish I had planned it. But Mercedes is right, you do all look incredibly insane.

All the Gleeks: Thank you. Thank you.

Will: You’re so welcome. Anyways, let’s get back to work before you’re all forced to join the circus. Next stop? Regionals.

They all get back to the choir room and Kurt and Finn congratulate each other for their Lady Gaga's outfit.

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 11x20 Don’t Call Me Shurley

“Is it Toto?” “DIdn’t we watch what’s-her-name die?” “Oh it’s this fkn cunt” “ha” “What’s up, bitch?” “Chuckles. That’s funny. Because his name is Chuck” look at that head

“I didn’t see it, to be fair, but I was thinking more about the conversation. They make Metatron terrible at everything. They have him getting beer like that, but I think it’s miscalibrated, too. It’s like the 400th take, because they had to clear out the room of farts or whatever so it may not even be beer” “Melodrama.” “The head. Look how low the beer is” “What a weird reveal” “I mean if you’re basically immortal, why not? You fucked off for all of eternity and you come back to unfuckulate this mess, why now?” laughter

“Why the fuck would you do that? Just to be a dick. That would not only stain it. I guess idk if it would stain it. Probably would depending on the beer, but holy shit would that stink” “His nose must not work very well if he’s gotta sniff it like that. You’d smell burning beer from across the room” “what a fkn dick” “So if he’s not going to be an angel again, and he’s not going to help him, why motivation does Metatron have to help Chuck?” “Why is the tie perfectly matching the shirt? And is that a common police thing I’ve never noticed before?” laughter

“See anything weird? No, but it’s not sunny anymore” “Whose deadline, and who does Chuck report to?” “We saw that in one of the pictures” “Is Chuck Canadian? Wait…he’s not. They live in LA” “How did he wreck Christmas? How does that make sense?” “which one is which now? I don’t get the references anyway” “so Richards is the serious one. Got it” “are you serious? Yeah motherfucker why would I ask?” “I’m trying to figure out if this is some grand analogy or what” “huh” “I mean, fog can move pretty fast. How much time does it take for them to beat it?” “what a mind fuck” “did they tell Sam about this yet? I don’t remember” “They even had the lower case g in the subtitles” “imagine being a kid or as an adult rather watching this or whatever and then seeing exactly what you had as a dream or an early childhood memory happening to you on being on a tv show. Would anyone tell you? Somehow that memory fucks you up a little bit but you only figure it out later” “Sometimes I forget that it’s a set, and I pause it to nitpick and realize it’s not a real place. Oh yeah, they just put that there like Wow these windows look kinda funny. It’s because they’re not real. You know what I mean, right? What the fuck? You keep typing” “Like they didn’t hire a licensed motherfucker. Well they probably did, but it didn’t have to get approved by the City. Well…idk how Hollywood does things” “Ope. She got you” “Fkn idiot” then sighs “oh hold on. This is funny. He chuckles right here and the subtitles say chuckles. Metatron called him Chuckles earlier, so it’s only unique to someone who is using the subtitles” 🎶show me your butt🎶 said to the cat

“Oh I didn’t think about that. Dean’s not going to get hurt, but everyone else is fucked because of the door” “I think Dean is just realizing it now too” “Didn’t you have that printer? Not even in our apartment?” We always had a black printer

“Like I want to make some comment about Chuck singing, but I don’t remember the amulet thing”

[uncrownedqueeen]

Christmas Dress

(look i know this scene is hella old but so is my love for this man and it’s this look that continued to haunt me even when I wasn’t actively simping for him, it deserves to be here)

Summary: Well.... He gives her a head. That’s it. That’s the story. 

Warning: Smut, obviously. 

Words: 2k

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Note: HEAVILY inspired by Green Green Dress. Because apparently all it takes for me is one musical and I’m back on my hands and knees for him. Also big thank you to my ride or die squad for not shaming me about any of this. 

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“I checked on the internet and if there’s no traffic, we should be able to stop by at the shop and get the tea set for your aunt before they close and then we can go straight to the party.” The beginning of his sentence was a bit muffled, as he had started to talk long before he even got to the vicinity of the bathroom. “I guess that would be better than gifting her a liquor set again. Life’s already rough, no need to make it even more difficult by turning her into an alcoholic,” he pointed out as he simply opened the door without knocking and leaned against the doorway.

“You’re my saviour. I kept reminding myself to stop there every day so often that the thought just ended up being completely blacked out,” she sighed and turned her head to the side to look at him. He was already all dressed up in his fancy trousers and shirt that had almost got burned because he was watching the news while ironing it. His lips were curled up in a smile and he didn’t bother to try to make it look as if he wasn’t looking her up and down. Smiling, she gave him a little spin.

“Thoughts?”

“Honestly…. “ He ran his hand through his hair and let out a puff of breath. “I don’t think I’m capable of forming up any…. That’s one hell of a dress.” A soft, flustered chuckle escaped his lips. “It’s new, isn’t it?” The question was pretty much unnecessary. He already knew the answer really well. It must have been new because there was not a chance that a memory of her wearing this would ever slip his mind. The way it hugged her figure and the subtle slit near her thigh made him feel a bit too hot in his cotton shirt. It was by all means a family party friendly type of dress, very elegant, too. If all his thoughts weren’t gone, he would maybe try to figure out what exactly it is that makes it so damn appealing.

“It is,” she confirmed with a nod. “I told you I got it last week. Offered to show you, actually, but you turned me down.”

He pierced her with his eyes and then motioned his hands towards her outfit. “You talked about Christmas dress. Not this.”

She laughed and motioned her hands towards the fabric as well. “That’s exactly what it is. Doesn’t this shade of green scream Christmas to you?”

“Christmas trees, gingerbread, bloody Santa Claus, elves, and reindeers. That screams Christmas. This is screaming something completely different,” he said, making her laugh. He shook his head and turned around on his heel with a sigh. “I am gonna go check the website one more time to make sure I read the closing hours well and then we can go if you are ready,” he decided and rather made his escape.

She heard nothing from him for the next few minutes while she was finishing up her make-up. Then suddenly, the sound of his thumping shoes got closer and closer. “I am all done!” She let him know loud enough as she turned the light near the mirror off. “We can go,” she assured him with a smile when she saw him standing in the doorway again. “You’re kind of blocking the way right now, babe,” she chuckled and looked up at him once she had approached him.

He wouldn’t step away. The only move he made was settling his hands on her hips, his fingers stroking the velvet under his thumbs. “I kind of don’t want to go right now,” he confessed, making her rather confused.

“What? Why? You should have told me that earlier. I wouldn’t have promised that we will come to the party.”

“No, no, no. The party’s good and settled. I almost burnt my shirt for it, we are going.” He nodded his head seriously. “I am just not so keen on the last-minute Christmas shopping anymore. I’d rather spend the time doing something else…”

“Oh. Like what?” She raised her brows at him, pretending that she did not notice one of his hands slowly sliding lower down her side.

“Well…,” he said with a little smile. It was uncertain whether that smile was caused by gazing into her beautiful eyes, of course, or rather the fact that he finally found the skirt’s hem and he sneaked his hand under the fabric.

“You look absolutely irresistible in the dress,” he hummed and leaned to kiss her. “And it’s making me feel some kind of way,” he confessed after another quick kiss, his hand already lifting the skirt up on one of her sides. She gave him a look, not a dismissive or annoyed one. More than anything else, it was leaving a question hanging in the air without using any words. Yet he seemed to understand her perfectly. Almost as if she was telling the words ‘are you serious?’ and ‘you really want to do that now?’ right into his ears.

“I already tried giving myself a time-out in the cold air,” he defended himself, lifting one of his hands to point somewhere behind him. “Didn’t work.”

“Yeah, I figured that one out.”

“See.” He grinned at her and bowed his head to place his lips on the exposed skin of her shoulders. “Stunning AND smart. Can anyone really blame me?” He wondered playfully and smiled against her skin when he heard her giggle.

This seemed to be going well until the moment when she made him lift his head and looked into his eyes. “I spent way too long on this make-up and hair to get it smudged or ruined just for a quickie.”

An almost defeated sigh left his mouth. “That’s… fair.” He nodded his head a few times in acknowledgement. “Therefore, I offer to make it my responsibility and personal aim to leave your styled hair and beautiful face untouched.” He moved his hand from under her dress and held it out between them to shake. “Do we have a deal?”

She stared at him for a moment before finally shaking his hand. “I suppose we do.” Triumph was written all over his face then.

“But I swear to God, if I will have to re-do it, there will be consequences. I will….” He didn’t get to hear her threats as she stopped mid-sentence once he propped her up into his arms. His hands held securely on her ass when he carried her over to the desk in the corner of their bedroom.

Her eyes widened in worry when she heard the noise of something hitting the floor. “Just the cup of pens. Nothing got broken,” he quickly tried to calm her.

Standing between her legs, he hiked up her skirt and then grabbed on the waistband of her tights. The ordeal of taking them off turned out to be significantly more difficult than he had expected. She shut his annoyed question about why she was even wearing them down by reminding him that the temperature outside was just barely above zero.

“Stop. Stop.” She put her hand on top of his suddenly, making him freeze in his spot.

He blinked surprisedly for a couple of times but nodded and retrieved his hands from underneath the fabric. “I am not really sure what happened,” he confessed, “but I guess I am sorry….?”

“You were gonna rip them!”

“Off of you, yes, that was kind of the goal, love.” His eyes moved away from her face. He smiled as he got to see her squirm the tights down her bum and then lower down her thighs where he was ready to help her again.

The realisation that it was not just the tights that he was pulling down hit him only once he saw her panties in his hands.

“We don’t have that much time,” she reasoned simply with a little smirk when he shot her a look.

Truth be told, he needed little encouragement to drop down on the chair in front of her to begin with, but hearing her say that, especially with THAT expression, did fasten up the process.

He forced the skirt of her dress all the way up so it wouldn’t be in the way. His arms wrapped around her thighs in order to bring to the edge of the desk so that she would be closer to him. He kept holding onto them, his fingers drawing small patterns into her skin as he kissed her inner thigh. To her dismay, the feeling of his lips and his tongue seemed lighter the closer he got to her core. The moment she raised her voice for a protest, he took a bit of her skin in between his teeth in a nibble. He took turns kissing and gently biting on her thighs, refusing to leave even just an inch of her soft skin untouched. Just when she reached to brush his hair out of his face, his tongue flicked over her clit and she squirmed, pulling on his hair slightly. He looked up at her with a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. He watched her own mouth fall agape as he dragged his tongue over her core, finally getting a proper taste.

She closed her eyes, ready to simply enjoy the thrilling and wonderful feelings of pleasure he was bringing to her. Listening to her body, paying attention to every buckle of her hips and every little noise she let out, he made sure to follow her instructions and wishes. There were just the tiniest differences between the ways she gasped for air or pulled on his hair based on whether she needed more of a certain sensation or if it was a bit too much. Yet, he somehow managed to learn to read them all. For this reason, it didn’t take long for his tongue to pick up a reasonable pace that was just RIGHT. It was exactly what she needed, and he very much enjoyed giving her just that.

His hands gave up on trying to hold her down in place. She rolled her hips against him as the tension in her body rose higher. There were times when he had joked about his favourite place being between her thighs and they both laughed it off. During moments like this one, however, when he couldn’t help but groan against her, they both realised it might have been more than just a joke. She closed her thighs around him in a desperate need to keep him as close to her as possible. He didn’t protest and just dug his fingers a bit harder into her flesh. She could feel him groan into her lap once more and the pleasured hum he let out next sent shivers down her spine.

She attempted to open her mouth and let him know she was going to come soon, but nothing more than a shaky breath came out. The message seemed to be understood just as well, though, and she soon came undone under the rhythmical swirls of his tongue around her clit. As her grip on his hair began to loosen, he gradually slowed down his pace to a full stop.

“Fuck,” she gasped a little when his tongue touched the over-sensitive bud a moment later when he worked on cleaning her up.

“Sorry,” he hummed out and placed a soft kiss higher in her lap. A couple of other kisses near her thighs and stomach followed, which caused her smile to grow even wider.

He loved seeing her happy and smiling like this. Especially when he knew he was the source of that.

“You look like a mess.”

“Do I?” He wondered, using his hand to wipe his chin and licked his bottom lip, still tasting her on it. “That’s a price I am more than willing to pay, I think. It was very much worth it,” he decided while standing back up. He watched her face closely for a while, making her raise her eyebrows in a question.

“I kept my part of the deal,” he then informed her with a smirk. “What are the consequences of this, then?“

Check out part 2 Tie.

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